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ִֶཐི༏ཋྀ󠀮 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄 is the type of boyfriend who’d get you a solid gold anklet decorated with his name and a heart just because he want to see his name while he’s innit.

your pretty red lace panties were basically torn off of you the second connie got on top of you.

“ffuckk, m’sorry baby your pussy’s just to good fuck” he moaned out, thick cock rapidly pulling almost completely out then slamming in hitting that sweet sweet spot that made your legs turn to jelly.

he was hungry, fucking starving for you.

“ahhh, babyy s’so fuckin deep, mhmm just like that” you moaned out wrapping your hands around his neck pulling him into a sloppy kiss, sucking on his tongue feeling his piercing.

connie was in a daze looking at you. big pretty eyes with long lashes all teary, plump lips swollen and wet from you biting them and drooling, tits on full display bouncing up and down, and fuckk the way your legs were all the up to each side of your head and your ankle decorated with his name.

you looked down seeing connie’s cock bulge appear everytime he thrusted in then back out, it was so hypnotizing. but what connie was more focused on was how fucking good you looked with his name on you.

“who’s fuckin pussy is this ma” he asked as his pace quickened “hmm baby, i asked you who’s. fuckin. pussy. is. this.” he asked thrusting hard on each word.

your eyes were pouring, and your legs quivering. fuck this felt like heaven, so fuckin goodd.

“pussy’s all yours baby” you babbled out “j-just to her s-sing to you”

splat splat slap

wet noises coming from connie’s cock beating your soaked cunt filled the room

“fuck baby, tryna make me nut rn hmm” he said grabbing your ankles, placing a gentle kiss on them before placing them on his shoulders.

he was fucking you so good, your pretty, brown wet pussy clenched around his cock as your toes curled and you squirted all over his lower region as you moaned chants of his name and incoherent babbles.

“good fuckin girl mami, just like that baby” he talked you through your orgasm as he approached his own.

not long after he came deep inside you with low grunts and moans that were like music to your ears.

before you could even register what happened his head was already between your legs.

“cant leave my girl all messy, that wouldn’t be nice” he spoke with foux kindness.

you just remember seeing him stick his tongue out, decorated with a frog eye piercing on it’s tip before he was tongue and two fingers deep inside you.

🧚🏽‍♀️:: act like you don’t see the sp errors.

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random freak hcs for onyyy<3 (18+, nsfw links)

rbgs much appreciated>~<!

can you talk more about levi and physical touch

yes. always yes.

- as an adult, often gentle touches feel like he’s being touched for the first time. he - though very rarely - tried to treat victims in the underground like isabel with the same care his mother had for him, but he realizes that it never translated if this is the way it actually feels when you touch him.

- he doesn’t really feel like he’s made to be treated gently.

- typically, Levi has an enormous aversion to being touched. it’s instantly overstimulating… because he’s simply unaccustomed to it.

- 🚨LOVES HIS HAIR BEING PLAYED WITH🚨nothing makes him melt into your arms faster. or calms him down, honestly. there’s nothing like stroking levi’s hair in the dark because *you only suspect* he’s had a nightmare, the only indication being his unsteady breathing.

- i have a theory that Levi runs very warm because he’s an ackerman (and ackermans were created from titan science), so he’s a very reliable heater. now he doesn’t sleep well, and he particularly doesn’t care for beds, but he is glad to be your personal space heater.

- and he really gets into cuddling. like to an extent that embarrasses him inside. (in modern au, your laptop in bed is his enemy.)

- you won’t catch him dead initiating touch. it takes sometime in a relationship with you to gain… not exactly confidence, but the willingness, to reach out.

- Levi devotes great thought to seemingly mundane things, partly because it’s novel to him. like your hand moving over his own. just what it is to feel so safe, holding hands, at the place where he’s dealt the most harm to others. he has small palms and long fingers, and the skin is hard and callous. there are scars. it feels like his hands are dirty, which is part of his reservations about connecting in general.

- yeah holding hands feels like a big step for him.

- he’s ticklish. (yikes i’ve made more than one post on this topic.) not easily ticklish mind you, but once you find the spot, it’s all over. there’s a spot just beside his hip that’s not quite his navel and he turns into a demon when you tickle it because he’d start laughing otherwise.

- this is likely only a scenario i get a lot of joy out of, but it amuses him if you get a kick out of play-wrestling. not just because you’re laughing while “fighting”, or the fact that he can easily fold you into a pretzel but acts on the defensive most of the time - there’s something about fighting feeling like affection that endears him to you a large amount. he also lets you win a lot.

- it’s sooo easy to turn him on, don’t even get me started. touching his waist… caressing his neck up towards his jaw… thinking you’re sneaky by grabbing his thigh when he’s distracted just as a joke, yet… ;))

i have too many nsfw thoughts and it needs to be its own post hhh

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PervNerd Armin! HC Armin.Arlet

AN: Recently been obsessed with aot sooo i’m now writing aot fics🥹.(Trying a new color lmk if it’s weird.)

Smut,nerd armin, ARMIN GOONING?!? College Au. word count 593

It was supposed to be nothing a late night study session that got too close, a kiss that went too far, and suddenly Armin was in your bed, flushed and stammering while you pulled his hoodie off.

He was messy mouth on your neck, hands shaking, tongue piercing making you gasp when he went down on you. You didn’t expect him to be so eager, but once he tasted you, he didn’t stop until your legs were shaking.

When he came, it was with this soft, desperate moan, like he couldn’t believe it was really happening. He held you after, breathing hard, but you both knew it was a one off… or so you thought.

Armin tries to act normal in class, but you catch him staring at you way more than before. He’ll look away fast, cheeks pink, but you notice the way his knee bounces and his pen stops moving whenever you shift in your seat.

He starts “accidentally” touching your hand when passing you papers, leaning in too close during group work, brushing his knee against yours under the table.

Alone in his dorm, he can’t stop replaying it. He’ll have one hand on his cock, the other covering his mouth so his roommate doesn’t hear, eyes squeezed shut as he remembers the way you moaned his name.

At first, it’s every couple of days. Then it’s every night. Then twice a night. Every time he closes his eyes, he’s back there your legs around him, your voice breaking, the way you tasted on his tongue.

He starts gooning scrolling through random videos on his phone, but it never hits like you. He’s hard for hours, edging himself just to stay in that haze, mumbling your name like a prayer.

Some nights he doesn’t even need porn he’ll just lie back, fist working slow, staring at the ceiling and whispering every filthy thing he wishes he could do to you again.

One night after a party, he walks you back to your dorm. You’re both a little tipsy, laughing about something stupid, and then you see it that look in his eyes, pupils blown, lips parted.

“I can’t… I can’t stop thinking about it,” he admits, voice low and shaky. “About you. About that night.” His hands twitch like he wants to touch you but is scared to.

You take his wrist and guide it to your waist. That’s all it takes. His breath stutters, his other hand finds your cheek, and he kisses you like he’s been starving for it.

This time, he’s not shy or at least, not for long. The second you’re in his room, he’s on his knees, pulling your jeans off, murmuring, “Missed you so much… need to taste you again.”

He’s different now still sweet, still blushing, but drunk on you. His tongue piercing flicks over you in quick, greedy motions, his hands holding your thighs open like he’s afraid you’ll push him away.

When you finally pull him up to kiss you, his lips are wet and swollen, eyes glassy. “Please,” he breathes, already grinding against you. “I’ve been dreaming about this for weeks.”

You let him inside, and the second he feels you, he lets out this wrecked sound, hips stuttering. His head drops to your shoulder, mumbling half-coherent praise between gasps.

He’s not done after he finishes he keeps kissing you, touching you, trying to drag it out because he can’t bear for it to end.

sick and tired (but never of you)

ʚ♡ɞ synopsis how the aot men take care of you when you're sick ʚ♡ɞ wc 663 ʚ♡ɞ feat. e. jaeger, l. ackerman a. arlert, j. kirstein, r. braun, p. galliard

ʚ♡ɞ eren jaeger エレン・イェーガー

tries so hard to take care of you, he really does. but one thing’s for sure - he can’t cook for shit and has absolutely no idea how to take care of another human being (since he rarely gets sick himself)

googles your symptoms, inadvertently stressing you out

“you coughed, like, three times in a row… i think you might have pneumonia”

makes sure you hydrate well, and is literally at your beck and call the whole time, tending to your every need to make sure you get well as soon as possible

he hates seeing you in pain, after all

Stitching

The first time you stitched Levi Ackerman up, he glared at you like you'd personally offended him.

"This is unnecessary," his voice was as sharp as the needle in your hand.

"Really? Because the gash on your arm says otherwise," you didn't bother looking up as you tightened the suture. He scoffed but didn't pull away. That was the only permission you needed.

Levi had a bad habit of brushing off injuries. Being Humanity's Strongest meant that basic self-preservation didn't apply to him. If a wound wasn't outright killing him, he ignored it. This meant that you, as one of the few medics brave enough to stand up to him, spent an unfortunate amount of time stitching him back together.

And it never got easier.

Not because of the wounds themselves — you could handle those in your sleep. But because Levi Ackerman, despite his constant scowling, his clipped words, and his general aura of "stay the hell away from me," had the most unfairly attractive hands. Which was a ridiculous thing to notice.

But you did.

Every single time you treated him, you couldn't help but glance at them. The contrast between his strength and the way he kept them clean, his precise movements, the way his fingers curled slightly when he was trying to keep still.

You shook the thought away and finished the final stitch, "All done, Captain. Try not to rip them open again in the next twenty-four hours."

"Tch. No promises,” typical.

A week later, Levi showed up in the infirmary, uninjured but suspiciously hovering. You arched an eyebrow, "I don't see any gaping wounds on you. Did you finally learn the meaning of caution?"

Levi's expression didn't change, but his fingers flexed at his side as if suppressing the urge to cross his arms, "I need you to teach me.

You blinked, "Teach you... what?"

His jaw tightened, “Stitching.”

You stared at him for a full five seconds before bursting into laughter, "you? Want to learn suture?"

Levi's glare intensified, “Is that funny to you?"

"A little,” he huffed and looked away.

"Tch. Never mind."

You bit back your grin, "Wait, wait, hold on. I'm just surprised. Why the sudden interest?"

Levi was quiet for a moment. Then, almost reluctantly, he muttered, "If we lose a medic in the field, someone else should be able to handle wounds.” The words were practical and logical, but you caught something else in them.

If we lose you.

Warmth bloomed in your chest, but you kept your expression neutral, “All right, Captain. I'll teach you." He gave a short nod, but his ears were slightly pink.

Training Levi was... an experience. You had expected him to be competent — he was Levi Ackerman, after all. But he was almost annoyingly good. His hands were steady, his technique precise, his focus absolute.

You had never seen someone pick up sutures so quickly. Except —

"Too much pressure," you murmured, standing behind the guy, slightly leaning forward so that your chest almost touched his back and your cheek almost touched his.

Your hands gently guide both of his, reaching out to adjust his grip on the needle, showing how to maneuver such a delicate operation for him, and a simple one for you.

"You're strangling it,” Levi's hands twitched under yours, but he didn't pull away. You guided his fingers into a gentler hold, your hand lingering just a second longer than necessary.

"Better," you said softly. Levi didn't respond immediately, but you could feel the tension in his posture.

Then, barely audible, he muttered, "Your hands are warm," your breath hitched.

Did Levi Ackerman just —

You glanced up, but his eyes were fixed on the practice dummy. A little too intently. You swallowed a smile, "Yours are steady."

Something flickered across his expression, but he just hummed in acknowledgment.

You didn't comment on how his grip remained exactly where you placed it.

A month later, you found yourself in the field, wounded and short on medics. Blood dripped down your arm, your vision wavered, and for the first time, you understood why Levi wanted to learn.

Then, suddenly, he was there, "Knew I'd need to use this sooner or later,” Levi muttered, kneeling beside you. You blinked up at him.

"Captain?"

"Be quiet,” his voice was gruff, but his hands were gentle as he pulled out a suture kit. You were too exhausted to argue. Instead, you watched as Levi threaded the needle, his movements precise and practiced. He worked quickly but carefully, just as you'd taught him.

Your lips curved into a weak smile, "Look at you, applying yourself."

"Tch. Don't get used to it."

You chuckled, then winced as he tied the last stitch. Levi exhaled sharply. "Idiot,” he muttered, but there was no heat in his words. Only something softer, something quieter. You felt the warmth of his hands linger on your skin even after he pulled away.

And maybe, just maybe, you'd find an excuse to let him practice again. Just for the sake of training, of course. Right?

Masterlist !¡

me every time i see a smut piece where armin is portrayed as a sexaholic manipulative little man bitch who demeans his partner

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyoujin #aot hcs #aot headcanons #armin smut #armin arlert x reader #armin arlert

Levi falling in-love headcannons

Hey hey hey!! It's been a while, thought I'd return with a classic Levi head cannon ✌🏻

As always, there are parts of this that are somewhat NSFW. If you are a minor please do not read the nsfw section, you are responsible for what you consume online.

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Let's all be honest, the likely hood of Levi falling for someone he hasn't known for a long time is close to zero.

Levi doesn't fall in-love. Or so he thought.

Levi wouldn't even notice he's fallen in love with you, he's never felt the emotion before, how should he know the feeling?

With that being said, the moment he realizes, everything changes.

He's suddenly nervous around you, sure he won't show it. But in his head, he is sweating iron bars.

He might even avoid you. He doesn't need another person to risk losing.

But for some odd reason, he keeps himself around you.

Maybe him conveniently always being around when you need help isn't a coincidence after all..

He'd honestly get somewhat toxic overtime, not towards you, but towards other people.

An expedition goes wrong? You best believe he is using every ounce of authority he has to ensure you're a priority.

Meal shortages? You best believe he'll have a tray saved specifically for you.

His love language is acts of service, he won't mention it to you. But he does little things that make your day a little bit easier.

NSFW under the cut. (Kind of like his hair, get it? Undercut? Haha, no? Alright I'll shut up.)