#aot headcanons

you've only been with your sweet boy armin for a couple weeks, but he's already so dependent when it comes to you... shy!nerdmin x reader

warnings: smut, virgin armin, spitting+saliva, oral sex, p in v sex, college!au, begging, masturbation, mild dacryphilia, very mild somnophilia, breast play, and so forth and so on.

mdni.

armin was the sweetest, most innocent ever.

he kept his grades up, and honestly, he was labeled weird to everyone. not that he cared. you were more known than him, and it wouldn't be wrong to say you were quite popular.

so when you told everyone about your relationship, which he almost begged you not to do, everyone was shocked.

now lets go back to the first sentence. armin was the sweetest, most innocent ever.

keyword, was...

before you came along.

all the skirts and short shorts you wore, all the crop tops or the way you were instantly comfortable with only being in a bra in front of him, despite seeing the way he put his pillow on his lap to hide the bulge in his pants.

aw, he was so sweet when you asked him to help you zip up the back of a dress you wore, and when you went out to go to one of the college parties with your friends, he stared at a picture of you on his phone as he got his rocks off in his room while his door was locked, waiting for you to come back to his house.

him telling all his nerdy little friends about how you're the best girlfriend ever, and even telling his mom about you.

"she's really nice. the best girlfriend ever."

what a mamas boy.

and yes, you were nice. the way you helped him with his hair every morning before you both went off to campus.

when you walked with him, you leading the way down the sidewalk, he just couldn't help but look at your hips... and your ass. the way it moved so nicely in any bottoms you wore.

when you helped him pick his pencil up in the hallway, the color of your purple panties flashing him from the barely dress-code-safe skirt, making him quickly look away with a red flushed face and making sure no one saw.

ugh, he gets boners every day. he's so weird. he has to go to the bathroom all the time, hiding his pants with his backpack just to go let out a nice one in some tissue and flush it down the toilet.

and it was so easy.

because he cum's quick.

despite everything he did, or fantasized about, or wrote in his diary about, you never did anything with armin.

until the night his parents left, and he had the whole house to himself for two days. but little did he know, two days was all you needed.

he stayed up later than you, and as he typed on his computer, trying to complete assignments early, he couldn't help but glance over at the way his sheets hugged your curves.

his eyes moved from your body, to his computer, his typing slowing down as they trailed back over to you.

focus, was all he was telling himself. but you were the most beautiful girl ever in his eyes. he couldn't focus on anything other than you. him and all his little chat friends knew that.

to make matters worse, armin was such a virgin. your typical virgin who knew nothing about women but that they had pussies and were almost scary to talk to.

he closed his laptop, sitting it on his nightstand and pulling the sheets off of his legs. why do these things always happen? he had another boner. he tried to tell himself he needed to stop jerking off to you so much, but gosh, you looked so damn good.

maybe if he just... palmed himself to calm himself down?

he reached down, putting one hand in his sweats and softly rubbing at himself. he let out a small whimper, closing his eyes and biting his lip.

no jerking off. only palming.

but he couldn't help but lightly squeeze at his dick, softly moaning at the sounds of your breaths, imagining them closer to his ear.

he had to control himself.

he took his hand out of his pants and sighed, scooting closer to you, and wrapping his arms around your waist, nuzzling his nose in your neck.

"y/n...?" he whispered, careful but to startle you. "y/n, I miss you." he whispered again.

you hummed, slowly blinking your eyes before reaching back and rubbing through the back of his head. fuck, you only made his boner worse.

armin closed his eyes and rubbed his nose in your neck, getting aroused just by the way you smelled.

you already knew what was happening. how? because every time armin gets horny, he touches your waist. any other time, he's too afraid to do anything.

"you miss me?" you mumbled, tilting your head away to make room for him. he slowly nodded. "yeah..." his warm, heavy breaths against you turned you on just like him.

you licked your lips as armin moved closer. that's when you felt him against your ass. "you're horny? that's why you miss me?" you sat up and pulled the sheets back. and behold, a damp spot on his sweats.

as his face got red, he slowly nodded, looking at his pants. he was so embarrassed with himself, but he knew you were the only one that would make his disgusting fantasies come true. you were the only one that would fulfill his needs, and that's all he wanted.

you smiled, pushing him onto his back and sitting on top of him. "you're such a cutie, 'min." you smiled, leaning down to kiss him.

poor baby could barely kiss you back, he was too focused on the fact that you only wore panties, and the fact that you were on top of him, and the fact that when you leaned forward, you slightly grinded against his bulge.

"ah.." he moaned softly, looking down. you felt him throbbing against you, begging for you with his body.

"ill help you..." you moved your hips once against him, making him close his eyes and whine a little. "but you cant cum quick. got it?"

oh god.

he tried his best, he really did.

but when you told him to sit up, just so you could put your ass in the air, and that perfect arch in your back to suck him off, he was on the brink of a climax.

the way you sucked his pretty pink tip so softly, and your saliva mixing with his precum.

the way you spit on it, and it dripped down to his base. he didn't know you could go that far down.

your warm mouth and hands wrapping around him so nicely, he couldn't help but beg.

"m-more... please..." he whimpered and stammered, his knees buckling and him gripping the sheets, being too afraid of grabbing your pretty hair.

"more?"

what a foolish request for armin to make.

"oh... my... gosh...!" armin moaned out, gripping your hips as you bounced on his aching dick.

ugh he was so embarrassed, because his eyes were watering. so much to the point that tears of pleasure were rolling down his cheeks.

the sound of skin connecting and your wetness mixing, the way his dick was bigger than you'd ever expect it to be, it drove both of you crazy.

"ugh, fuck, 'min!" you threw your head back as you kept your hands on his knees to keep your balance. the way your breasts bounced so perfectly in front of him, he couldn't help his self. he just wanted to look at them. and... play with them.

he raised your shirt, eyes threatening to close as he licked his salty lips at how soft they were, his warm hands brushing over your nipples, fuck, it all felt so good.

he loved that the more he pinched and rolled your nipple between his fingers, the more your pussy throbbed around him, and the wetter you got.

the more you moaned his name, and the more he wanted to cum.

"'m...'m gonna... you gotta get up..." he whined, grabbing your hips, but you didn't budge. you actually started bouncing faster and harder. "s-shit!" the sweat dripped down his forehead, and he slowly shook his head.

"you can cum in me, 'minnie..."

that was all you had to say before he whined and moaned and shook, digging his nails into your hips and bucking his more and more as you rode him through his limit.

poor armin, his dick was so sore, and it throbbed even after he came.

his only punishment for not making you cum with him was his face between your thighs, and his glasses on the nightstand.

he hummed into your pussy as your thighs nearly suffocated him, and his face was cutely squished between them. his lips and chin were so wet, and his eyebrows furrowed as he softly sucked and licked your clit.

he loved the way you nearly dominated him, and when you arched your back, constantly repeating his name mixed with curse words.

when your slick mixed with his saliva as he flicked his tongue over your clit multiple times, oh it was to die for.

he was getting off again, rubbing his hips slowly and subtly against the sheets.

he even put his tongue inside of you, bobbing his head back and forth. and when you started to throb against his tongue, he closed his eyes as you shook, and your thighs tightened around his messy head, finishing right inside his mouth.

dripping on his chin and around his lips.

"armin..." you bit your lip as he raised his head and crawled over you.

you kissed him, your own wetness mixing between you and his tongue. as you wrapped your legs around him, you felt the sticky substance on his pants between your legs.

armins hands slowly moved back towards your shirt, and under it, softly gripping at your waist.

he looked at you with his soft, glossy, blue eyes.

"can we do it again...? please?"

when everyone knows you're Levi's – everyone except you...

Kenny has known since you were both kids. Just two brats he'd taken under his wing in the Underground (why he'd done that, he still doesn't even know himself). Kenny knew you were Levi's when he saw the way the runt would always stay close, moving when you moved as if some invisible string were tying you together. Levi would always make sure you ate first, that you were always warm, always safe. It was also during that time when Kenny realised that, even with his own shit influence, the runt would turn out alright.

Isabel and Furlan have known since before Levi knew himself. They noticed the way that, in a room full of people, Levi's eyes would always seek you first. When you spoke, he'd listen with an intensity so unlike the usual disinterest he showed towards most other people. When you were separated for some reason – maybe, you were with another team during a heist, or just out for an errand – Levi's shoulders were tense, he was snappy, on edge, and overall unpleasant to be around. But it only lasted until he saw you again, safe.

Mike has known from the moment he saw Levi's eyes widen with pure terror when you'd been held at knife-point. It was that day when the Scouts had finally caught Levi's infamous gang in the Underground. It was almost comical how fast Levi dropped his dagger and let himself get dragged to his knees, then shoved right into a puddle of sewer filth. Especially now, when Mike knows how much that guy hates filth, he marvels at how Levi didn't even seem to notice it – no, his attention was solely focused on you, and first when the immediate threat to your life had been removed had he looked at Erwin.

Erwin and Hange learned that you were Levi's shortly after you both joined the Scouts. You were always seen together – during training, meals, and every other time of the day. They noticed that, unlike with others, Levi was always patient with you. He'd spar with you, even though he was much better at it than you were (you were still remarkably good, it was just that no one was as good as Levi), and he'd show you a move again and again and again just so you could learn it, never raising his voice at you and always answering your questions. And he didn't express even the tiniest hint of annoyance during those moments – only a softness in his eyes they would've described as adoration, if that word wasn't so strange when associated with Levi.

The Levi Squad also quickly learned that you were his. At first, they'd thought that the rumours about Levi being an aloof asshole were wrong. How could he be, with the way he acted around you – talking more than they'd ever heard him talk before, smiling like it was natural to him, letting you hold his hand, hug him, and kiss his cheek as if the two of you were a happily married couple. However, it didn't take long for them to realise that he was every bit as grumpy as rumours had claimed him to be – not quite an asshole, but still blunt and private. That is, to everyone but you.

The revelation had spurred Petra to casually ask how long you and Levi had been together. To their surprise, Levi had fallen very silent, while you spluttered and waved your hands frantically in front of yourself. "No no, I promise it's not like that! We've just known each other since we were kids!"

Petra was sceptical, Oluo confused, and Eld and Gunther exchanged looks. Later, they asked Hange about it, but they'd just pinched the bridge of their nose, mumbling something along the lines of, "If that idiot doesn't tell them soon, I'm going to ask them out myself. That should get him going."

But after that day, you notice that Levi suddenly starts acting strange around you for some reason. He'll get very still every time you hug him or get too close, something he's never done before. When you ask him about it, he doesn't say anything at first, so you ask if you did something wrong.

That seems to catch his attention, and he immediately pulls you close. "Don't be an idiot. It's not you, it's me."

You laugh a little at that. "You know, it sounds like you're breaking up with me when you put it like that." You say it as a joke of course, but it seems like Levi is taking your statement very serious.

"To break up, you have to be together first, you know."

"Right. But you never really saw me like that," you muse, looking away and trying to sound like you don't care when, really, your heart hurts just thinking about it

Again, Levi doesn't say anything, so you look at him again – only to find him staring at you as if you've suddenly grown an extra head.

"Huh? Was it something I said?"

He groans loudly. "You really are an idiot." Then, he flicks your forehead. "I always liked you, dumbass. It used to drive me mad – no, scratch that, it does drive me mad. You drive me mad, but in the best fucking way."

Your eyes light up. "Really?"

"Don't make me say it again."

"Does that mean I can kiss you?"

Levi blinks in surprise, his lips parting. Then, he quickly snaps his mouth shut, only for it to spread into a smirk a split second later. "I'd be pretty fucking stupid to say no to that, wouldn't I?"

You agree wholeheartedly, right before leaning in to kiss Levi. Right on the mouth.

this little drabble was inspired by this post

more of my Levi works

levi ackerman is the sweetest most caring man ever ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡)

levi ackerman headcannons ݁˖ ೀ ₊˚

ᛝ levi pretends he hates physical affection but will stand closer than necessary so your shoulders touch. if you try to move away,, he follows anyways

ᛝ he will remember all the tiny details about you - your favorite tea ,, which side you sleep on,, etc - if you point it out he will deny it

ᛝ levi’s love language is acts of service. he’ll fix your gear,, clean your blades, adjusts your uniform straps - its his way of showing he cares for you

ᛝ levi is the type to walk on the outside of the street and subtly move you away from danger without announcing it

ᛝ when you’re worried,, he’ll ground you by handing you something to hold- his cloak, a cup, his sleeve.

ᛝ when he gets jealous he becomes very controlled,, such as shorter answers, sharper tone or standing closer to you than needed

ᛝ levi lets you see him when he’s exhausted. he trusts you enough to be tired around you,, knowing you won’t judge him

ᛝ he’s soft with kids and animals,, but if you catch him being gentle he’ll pretend it never happened

ᛝ if you get hurt, he’s shockingly calm but his hands shake just a little when he checks you over

ᛝ when your venting he actually listens —doesn’t interrupt or minimize. he wants to make sure you feel validated

ᛝ he lets you see his scars,, its another way he shows trust. he doesn’t explain them unless you ask,, but he doesn’t hide them from you either

ᛝ levi doesn’t really know how to flirt,, but he’ll try, “wow, you look so - ravishing.. ?” he’s so lost..

ᛝ he loves your presence so deeply that when you’re gone, he feels off-balance - when your gone, he waits for you.

thank you for reading xoxo -`♡´-

you prank the aot boys into thinking you find their friends on tinder!

ch: connie, onyankopon, eren, jean, and reiner

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

connie

you got your phone in your lap while secretly recording connie as he lays next to you on your couch under your fluffy throw blanket that you usually have draped around for decoration.

he’s scrolling through his phone oblivious to the prank you’re about to do on him after doomscrolling on tiktok for hours.

“babe… why is your friend on tinder?”

connie doesn’t even look up at first. his tattooed fingers continues scrolling on his insta feed as if you didn’t just say you were on tinder.

“…what friend?”

“eren”

silence…

his whole demeanor shifts, like instantly. connie presses his tongue against his cheek as he looks up at you in silence.

“lemme see.”

you tilt the phone away just a little in a teasing way not knowing that was the wrong move as he snatches your wrist in a firm but not rough manner.

“nah. show me.”

you start laughing a little while trying to keep it together. “ oh my goddd connie, it’s just—”

“why you even on tinder?” he cuts in while pulling you towards him and staring you down like he’s either about to fuck you up or fuck eren up even if he wasn’t talking to you.

ライナー ブラウン ⸻ need you × reiner braun

fucking your precious boyfriend on a scouting mission because he can’t keep his hands off of you

request summary. I would like to request a reiner × reader smut fic where they’re already in a relationship. I’m thinking something along the lines of him fully dressed, grinding against her and begging her, but she ignores him until she breaks too and rides him. but he’s so much closer than her, so he keeps telling her to slow down cuz he’ll cum so soon. the rest is up to your interpretation. does he cum first? is he forced to cum twice? does he cum at all?

content. afab!reader, established relationship, dry humping, pathetic reiner, soft sex

oh, reiner … your gorgeous, big, needy boyfriend. you’re at an encampment somewhere in the middle of the forest with the scout regiment, and it has to be past midnight at this point.

but he’s there, whining and whimpering, holding you close with his handsome face buried in your neck and his big hands all over you. he’s always so needy, but only if you’re okay with it. he immediately backs off if you show any sort of hesitation, but it’s not often that you do — you’re both desperate for comfort.

“reiner, baby, you okay?”

he shakes his head, pulling you closer into his strong chest. he’s behind you, cuddled up in the blankets with you on the cold ground, trying to make the best of the sleeping situation. you were lucky enough to snag a tent with him and he’s been glued to you the entire night.

“I don’t need much, baby, just look at me, please,” he begs, so softly, and you turn your face to look at him. your noses gently brush against each other while your long lashes flit up to meet his gaze.

“hm?”

he exhales a sweet little moan once your eyes meet, his pretty golden irises shimmering with love and affection. he grips you even tighter.

he is so pathetically in love with you that this is really all it that takes for him sometimes. your intoxicating scent, sweet voice, the soft eye contact, any sort of acknowledgement and validation. you don’t even have to touch him, just being there is enough.

he’s fully hard now, grinding against you. “is this okay?”

𖦹 jean kirstein loves strawberry ice cream after sex. ( 18+ )

the first time you and jean became intimate, you casually mentioned how much you were craving strawberry ice cream. without a word, jean rushed out of bed and didn't come back for a couple of minutes. you remember being slightly concerned, wondering if you said something wrong.

when he came back with a tub of strawberry ice cream and two spoons, you knew he was the one. ever since then, it's become a crucial part of your aftercare ritual.

tonight is no different. you stand leaning against his kitchen counter, wearing nothing but his button down you practically ripped off fourty five minutes ago. you've got the ice cream container sat open, twirling the sweat swirls of red against your spoon. the flavor on your tounge feels like heaven on earth. you sway your hips softly to the quiet music playing in your head. jean stands behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, swaying alongside you humming your favorite song softly.

it's the quiet moments like these that you crave the most. you feel nothing but the calm satisfaction coming from your core and the warmth in your chest knowing that you've found your soulmate already.

sometimes, like tonight, jean doesn't use a spoon, he can't keep his lips off yours long enough to find it necessary.

wrote this while eating strawberry ice cream in my kitchen at 1am. he's always in my head i need help

nav.

pairing: levi ackerman x reader (no age gap, dont worry)

contains: fluff, yearning, soft levi, not friends but not quite something yet

a/n: hi!!!! first levi drabble, idk if i captured my man as good as i wanted to, so any suggestion is welcomed and highly appreciated <333

Levi is not as cold and heartless as people deem him to be. his love if built up behind thick walls, waiting to be released to someone who, for once in his life, won't leave him.

That man's stare, oh my god. it's like a sixth sense, his eyes are drawn to wherever you are and when he catches glimpse of you, his gaze immediately softens, but if anyone dares mentioning it, he'll stare at them blank faced and refuse it.

When he says your name, he doesn't intend to make it sound different than any name, it simply does. It's more careful, more gentle somehow, like a word he's been dying to say but couldn't bring himself to speak unless asked to.

When you're standing near each other, without saying a word, he'll reach for you with his hand, only to end up fixing the strap from your ODM gear.

"There, good job on trying to get yourself killed, idiot."

A big yearner, and I do not argue on this one. He stares at you like you hung the moon and the stars when no one's looking, only to call you idiot to your face one second later.

One time when you were injured and had to stay in bed in the infirmary, the first thing you saw in the morning when you woke up was Levi quietly standing beside your bed, holding a food tray he brought from the dining room for you to eat.

"Eat. It will help you heal that big head of yours that thought jumping onto the female titan's nape was a good idea."

Levi's not exactly the touchy type, but I see him trying to briefly touch you, like he can't help it. Like I said before, fixing the strap from your ODM gear, lightly flicking you on the forehead to annoy you, putting his hand over your arm to offer quiet comfort when he notices you're upset, etc.

You are one of the few people he trusts his whole life to. He can silently rely on you because he knows how good you are and how despite how closed off he could be, you keep him around.