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chrollohearttags · 11 months

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super freaky girl • mikasa ackerman

I’d like to think nail tech!mikasa is a true freak and that she sort of corrupted (y/n) along the way. 🤭

content warning: fem x fem, black reader, public stuff, oral sex, slight a$$ play, mentions of alcohol, masturbation, tribbing/scissoring, use of toys, squirting, fingering, lots of sub!mika and just a whole lotta of nasty shit.

📝: I really had an out of body experience writing this. I love this woman so bad and she brought out some filthy reactions in me this morning 🥴 so y’all enjoy.

The type of girl that would go out clubbing with you, down a few shots, let you dance on her only to be devouring you in the bathroom with your hands clawing the sink that you’re sitting on. Telling you to run the water so that no one hears how loud you’re moaning for her as she mashes her tongue ring to your clit and draws out slow strings of saliva with a smirk on her face. Both alcohol and cunt drunk..craving your taste more than anything. The type to tell you to send her photos of your new nail set she just did for her…collection. And not just any regular hand poses. Your hands resting on your asscheeks as they spread apart and those coffin tips are front and center. (she lovesss when you send her videos of you with your little heart anal plug in as well) when you use them to spread yourself open and she catches a glimpse of that pink core, along with the slick wrapping around them. Pulling it up in webs across your fingertips. “Is that all for me, beautiful?” “Of course.” Or those pretty white toes on either side, dangling midair with the anklet of her initials and that fat pussy in the middle of the shot. She’s probably got a ton saved in a special folder and when she needs some alone time from taking clients, she most certainly enjoys herself in the comfort of her office at the sight of them. Teasing her about her lack of restraint and resolve. “You’re such a pervert.” “You knew this when you met me.” Rubbing herself through her own thin panties as she whimpers for you, so sweet and pathetically..she’d also allow you to sit in the shop one day, just helping check customers out on one of your off days, and sits in one of the pedicure chairs while lightly tapping at your phone. Because she insisted that you use a Lush on her while she’s working. Edging herself along like a true sadist, just wringing around in that chair while she attempts to hold herself together. The frequencies increasing gradually until she finally reaches a breaking point and not a moment too soon, when she finishes her last client for the day and she literally begs you to fuck her! “Please…I can’t hold it..” “I know, baby..I know.” Quelling her cries as you finger that sweet little center of hers in the front seat of her tinted G Wagon; your mouth suctioning around her big, plump tits right there in the parking lot because neither of you could be vexed to make it to the house. Flicking your tongue around her excessively swollen clit..so sensitive that she might come undone with one brush. Putting your hand around Mika’s throat, rendering her a bit breathless while she thrashes around on those two short digits that she left short on purpose. Drooling all over herself and practically going dumb from the overstimulation. Making a literal mess because she’s such a heavy creamer. Loving when you lap it up and let her taste herself. “Ooh…good girl. Come for me, you did so good waiting all day, baby..” inconsolable by the time you’re done.

but it’s nothing compared to when you did arrive home and you have space, privacy and all the toys you desire at your disposal and you’re both fucking your double sided dildo, scissoring and tribbing, massaging those pretty little clots together..even fucking those silicone cocks as Mika pins her legs back in her Kuromi themed gaming chair that you got as a gift, toes curled up as she impales herself on that toy. So damn tight, she can barely take it past the tip but it’s all she needs to get herself off; leaking those frothy, milk like juices all down the leather material..eventually seeping into your mouth as you wait patiently on the floor to drink it up. “Let me squirt in that pretty mouth, baby.. ‘m so fucking wet for you..” her little voice so high pitched from the sensation of being fucked to literal tears. Drawing two orgasms back to back from her body. “Oh fuck!..” legs trembling and practically useless from that point on. So the two of you switch places, where she’s happy to serve as your receptacle for all those sweet liquids. Getting doused in your cum and slurping it up like your adorable little puppy. On all fours with her thick ass in the air, even teasing you with a vibrator while you’re pounding yourself. “You can give me more than that, can’t you?” When she’s like this, there’s no stopping her, honestly. The two of you could fuck for hours on end if it were possible but it’s only when you close the night out by riding one another’s faces before you find yourself giving her rough strokes with a strap on, fucking her into total submission and eventually unconsciousness. Tiring her out after what seemed like five rounds..yeah, it’s serious fucking with Mikasa.

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sonderessence · 9 months

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submission ... mikasa x blk fem reader

warnings / contains: fingering, wxw, eating you out, nsfw

synopsis: mika is eating you out <3

✞ NOW PLAYING: submission, sex pistols

"you gonna be a good girl 'n stay quiet 'f me?" mikasa asked, her voice laced with lust as she ran her fingers up your thighs. you were getting impatient, whining and pleading for her to "p-please...m-make me feel good...!"

she darkly chuckled, the vibrations of her laugh in between your thighs sending shivers down your spine. "wan' me to make you feel good baby doll?" she smirked, planting kisses in your inner thighs.

"your such a good girl..." her fingers made it to your clothed cunt, pressing her middle finger on it causing you to let out a low, pathetic moan.

"mika..." you sigh, grabbing onto the bed sheets as she slowly removed the pretty underwear she bought you weeks ago. that's the reason you were in this predicament, you were wearing her favorite pair of pretty pink laced panties with her white wifebeater that was more of a dress for you.

without warning, she slipped two fingers into your pretty, soaking pussy, causing you to gasp and hold on to the sheets tighter.

it didn't take long 'till you came, hearing mikasa's seducing voice praising you as she sped up the pace of her fingers.

when you came, she removed her fingers from inside you, licking them clean with a wicked smile.

you were a panting mess, and she wasn't even done with you.

she dipped her head in between your plump thighs, inhaling your addicting scent.

"you're sucha good girl for mommy. your gonna be a good girl, yeah?" she smiled, her pierced tongue sliding in between your folds.

your first instinct was to grab onto her matte black hair that rested on her shoulders. "you're so fuckin' sexy baby" she hummed on your cunt.

the night will be long...

a/n: lil idea i got a couple hours ago, defo not writin' this at 7pm 💀

©bachirasegoist, 2023 — do not steal or copy works

#x black fem reader #black reader #aot #aot smut #aot x reader #mikasa ackerman #mikasa x reader #mikasa aot #sex pistols #wxw #mikasa x fem reader #lesbian #attack on titan #she's so fine😍#i need her so baddddd

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nightfall-kachiniko · 10 months

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༅ ｡ₓ aot girls (+hange) walking in on you dancing!

paring: mikasa x reader, annie x reader, pieck x reader, hange x reader, hitch x reader, Sasha x reader.

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𓏲·˚ ͙ mikasa

- “y/n here’s your-“ she’s cut off by the sound of you singing to the music blasting in your headphones as you dance away, too busy to notice your girlfriend in the doorway.

- she crosses her arms, leaning up against the doorway as a soft smile grows on her face, admiring you. you shriek, finally noticing her as your face gets hotter, the embarrassment heating you up like the sun. “WHEN DID YOU GET HERE-?!?” you exclaim, horrified. Your girlfriend just slightly giggles. “Go on, I’m watching”

𓏲·˚ ͙ annie

- “i know I just told you to clean up your damn-“ she interrupts herself by her silence, trying to process what the hell you’re doing when you’re suppose to be picking up your dirty clothes that she’s reminded you to pick up 10+ times already.

- “AHH ANNIE!!” you scream, startled. Her face is filled with confusion, and a hint of anger from having to remind you again. “I- pick up your damn clothes you nasty.” She says, throwing them at you. “AAA IM SORRY” she hears as she leaves the room, a blush rising upon her face.

𓏲·˚ ͙ pieck

- you danced as you dusted away, grooving off to whatever song you were listening to while singing it at the top of your lungs. It wasn’t like anyone could hear you anyway, since pieck isn’t back yet, and you can party away right? Wrong.

- you turn around to see your girlfriend as you yank the earbuds out your ears, a glowing blush appearing in your face. “AAA PIECK WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?! I THOUGHT YOU GOT OFF AT 3??” she giggled before saying “i got off early today love,” she smiled, giving you a peck on the cheek as an apology for making you embarrassed.

𓏲·˚ ͙ hange

- hange twisted the handle of her office, opening the door with one hand as a new stack of papers laid in the other. But one thing she didn’t expect to see is you going at it, dancing away in her office as if it’s a club. “Partying in my own office without me?!” They said, tsking as they set down their papers. “AA HANGE! I WAS TRYING TO CLEAN YOUR OFFICE TO SURPRISE YOU!!” You shrieked, disappointed.

- “it seems like you were dancing with mwah,” she said, coming up to you. Hange starts singing horribly on purpose as she aggressively twirls and spins you around, dancing with you. “MYYYYY DARrrLLiiNNNNNNN” hange continues singing as you both burst out laughing.

𓏲·˚ ͙ hitch

- “why is there no ass shaking” you hear hitch’s voice behind you, startling you. “HITCH OH MY GOD” you say. “It’s not dancing if there’s no ass shaking” she says dully.

- “YOU GOTTA SHAKE IT GORRLLL WHOOP WHOOOOPP!!” Hitch exclaims playfully, laughing and dancing with you. you both just start messing around club dancing with no needed explanation, that is until Marlo walks in.

𓏲·˚ ͙ sasha

- “HOLD ON NOW!” Sasha says, startling you. “GET INTO IT Y/N!!!” she exclaims making you burst out laughing out of humor and embarrassment. “You lowkey got some moves!!” she says.

- “but they not better than mine.”

- “oh id like to see you try”

- “OH HELL HOLD MY FOOD!!”

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eremikas-bby · 11 months

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꧁𝓐 𝓢𝓽𝓾𝓭𝔂 𝓓𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓜𝓲𝓴𝓪𝓼𝓪 𝓐𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓷꧂

"𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙛 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙖 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜,, <3

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀●∘◦❀◦∘●˚ ༘

Word Count: 800+ Overview: Studying with Mikasa during a rainy day :D Theme: Fluff, Highschool AU, Fem! Reader A/N: Kase-san and morning glories inspo because it obv makes sense :) Enjoy! TW: I lowkey suck at narrating so pls bare with me and feel free to slander me 😭😭 Reader and Mikasa lowkey made out

The rain pores softly, the smell of petrichor fills the air, the skies taint with gray, and the cold air tickle your feet. You crinkle your nose ever so slightly as you feel butterflies in your stomach. The feeling of anxiousness? Excitement? Comfort? It’s all mixed up, as you recall what you and your girlfriend had planned the night before. You assess your surroundings, sighing to yourself. “I. Have. Prepared. Well!” You gaze around observingly.

You prance around the house, one last time, hoping to not have forgotten anything. It was perfect. Everything was tidied, the sweets, snacks, and the tea bags were prepared, and most importantly, your room was thoroughly clean and well-sorted out.

Often, you and Mikasa would have study dates in the library or your favorite local cafe. With that, you tried your best to replicate the same ambiance. You laid down your scented candles, which smelled of lavender and vanilla. You changed up your sheets. You prepared your books, organizing them into each subject. You brought out your stationary, making sure to arrange them according to shade and color. You also had the effort to annotate your notes, for you guys to have fun quizzing each other.

“You’re all set, all set, Y/N. You got this!.”, you cheered to yourself. Though you’ve been dating for half a year, you still wonder why you get all flustered and shy to the simplest thoughts of her.

A few moments later, you hear the doorbell ring. You rushed nervously, getting to meet her. “Hello. Mikasa!” You cheerily smiled at her, assisting her in. “Hello, love.” *She said in reply as she handed you iced lattes, one you both love. You left your mouth agape as she giggles at your reaction. “Awwww! Oh my goddd babe, you didn’t have toooo !” You whine shyly, looking up at her in awe. “But I wanted to, dear.” She let out a soft, warm smile, as she cupped your cheek. “Thank you so much, really.” You said, placing it on a cabinet nearby. She gazed at you while she was unbuttoning her raincoat, as you rushed back to helped her. You kissed each other after melting into a sweet hug.

Once she has grown comfortable, you take the lattes with you in the room, as you set it down on the table, preparing to light the candles. She sat comfortably, with a red tint on her cheek. “Y/n, you did all of these for today?” She says in admiration. You nodded happily. “You’re so adorable.” She says, signaling you to come near her. So you did and she gave you pecks all over the face. You giggled.

“So, what subject do you want to start with?” You ask.

She replied soft-spoken, “I’d say it’s best we start with history! I looked back at it and it was simple to digest. It's a great way to start.” You smiled, gently grabbing your history book, some highlighters and a pen, and your notes. “Sure thing!”

She flips through the notebook’s pages gently, and touches the page where the topic was and she feels it in her hand, tracing it through every letter. “Your writing’s really so pretty.” She compliments softly.

You blushed, giving your thanks. "Yours is better, though! I love how smooth and wavy it is!" You gave her a little head pat.

Studying wasn’t much of your fancy but when you’re with her, there’s a comforting aura in it. It’s as if hours speed by like seconds, sneaking in smooches as little rewards when finishing a section or chapter. Having little fun q&a’s as she tutors you through the details you’re confused with and helping her out with those she has difficulty understanding.

There’s something in her personality that motivates you and keeps you productive. Probably It's the way she looks out for you. Maybe it’s the affection or praise she gives. Perhaps it’s the way she strokes your hair when you’re feeling apprehensive and how she will gently help you through it. Possibly, it’s the way she prevents you from being distracted. Overall, It’s your source of comfort and happiness. Something about her presence relieves and reassures you.

You sigh and stretch, upon finally completing 2 subjects after 2 and a half hours. It’s now 30 minutes into mid-afternoon and the rain still pours endlessly. You go downstairs and let her wait there for a few, as you prepare some green tea and slice out some Strawberry Shortcake that you baked a few days ago.

You go to your bedroom, carefully holding the tray you put the food in with both of your hands, watching every step. Arriving at your bedroom door, you knocked lightly. And there you were to enjoy your short snack break.

After finishing, you put the dishes aside to go back to productivity. It went on until you both finished by sundown, just in time for the rain to calm. You were able to go over all the major subjects, and you were proud of yourselves for it.

Most necessarily, you enjoyed every moment and you have a new memory to spare a thought of each other

For the time being, you cuddled as the rain sprinkled. She was in your arms, her hands curling through your hair. You both gaze at the sky, all clear while colors dance across the sky to bid the sun goodbye.

You talk about the tiniest predicaments you went through, as you sing along to the playlist that you made together.

Lovers Rock by TV Girl came in, the song that made you know each other back in 3rd grade.

It's that time you went along with your friends to the school concert when you carelessly stumbled upon her.

She hummed and tapped her beat to the song as you excitedly blurted out the lyrics 'til the special line came:

"And if she grabs for your hand And drags you along She might want a kiss Before the end of this song"

You grabbed her hand gently and pulled her closer to you, initiating a passionate kiss. You look into her eyes lovingly before getting to close them.

Your blood rushes through your ears, all ecstatic and indulged at the moment. You feel your warmth spread through her cold hands. She careesed your cheek as you take hold of her shoulder.

You thought of her lips against yours. Oh, how soft and tender they were. You feel her hair, smooth and velvety.

You think to yourself, "What have I done to mutually love someone this perfect."

You both catch your breath.

She kissed you again, repeating the same intense moment you just had.

Though, this time, a bitter feeling coiled in your stomach. You heard the raindrops milden. Knowing so, you thought that she would have to leave your arms, too...

She is like rain, ominous and unexpected but soothing and lovely. Something you yearn to stay for eternity.

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First fanfic seen by the universe. Hope yall appreciated it 👍

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yellowalstroemeria · 9 months

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Myosotis: preview (Mikasa x fem!reader)

There are not enough fanfics about Mikasa, so I had to change that. This is a preview of a fanfic I'm working on.

Grey is a depressive colour. Although it symbolizes loss, you could not feel more content staring into her silvery irises. Her smoke enwreathes your curiosity, suffocating your cognizance.

Her hands caressed your face with such gentleness that made you believe you were a valuable porcelain doll and all the chill seeping out of your body.

Eyes heavy with all the sleepless nights catching up to you. You battled against the slumber creeping up on you. Wanting to stay awake with her forever.

“Come on Sweetie, wake up.”, a honey-like voice woke you from your dream, “It is almost noon, did you sleep in again?”, the sweet voice giggled.

With great struggle you open your eyes, seeing a silhouette open the blinds from your peripheral vision. Drawing closer, the shadowy figure molds to take shape. “Ah… another nightmare?”, the voice sighed.

Finally, your exhausted mind makes sense of what the voice said, becoming conscious of the wet feeling on your cheek.

You raise your hand and wipe your cheek. Fingertips now stained with clear salty liquid. Tears…

Have you cried in your sleep?

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arminsfavoritepookie · 9 months

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Eren sometimes forgets how big his cock his.

His eyes are confused and dazed as he is slamming his dick into you quickly and deeply. You're pleading with him to slow down, whimpering and even clawing at his back, but Eren's emerald eyes are solely fixed on the way your pussy is drinking in the base of his dick. Your cries of help and tears make him bite his lips and close his eyes out of pure bliss. Every time he thrusts, his huge cock touches your cervix, fucking you slowly and thoroughly as if he wants to savor the experience. And when Eren is feeling especially needy, he’ll press against your stomach and trace the outline of his cock bulging out your flesh trying to find where his dick ends in your guts.

#aot fanfiction #aot x you #aot angst #aot x reader #eren x reader #eren x you #eren x black fem!reader #mikasa smut #eren jeager x reader #eren jeager x y/n #eren jeager smut #eren x y/n #eren headcanons #shingeki no kyoujin eren #eren smut

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ramonathinks · 27 days

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ALL HE WANTS — EREN x BLK!READER

tags: 18+ (no minors/no blank blogs — you will be blocked), shotgunning, sex, kinda friends to lovers, established relationship (towards the end), oral (f!), making out, sexual tension, eren has a tongue piercing and dimples, fingering, dirty talk, reader is black, mutual pining, dry humping, unprotected sex, dubcon (both a little buzzed on weed),

notes: this is a repost ofc but... i wasn't about to miss daddy's birthday lolll. (1)(2) “continue reading” divider by @/anitalenia 4.1k words ! + repost!

“When you gonna stop playing and let me be your man, baby?” Eren had his hands in his pockets and lent up against the wall, staring you down. The way he talked always made your body shiver, the way he looked deep into your eyes made you want to moan.

“Just gimme the weed, please.” You rolled your eyes at him. He was always like this — teasing you whenever he saw you all dolled up; tonight you wore a short peach colored dress that made your chest look even bigger, and his eyes kept glancing down constantly from your lips to your chest.

He probably kept looking at your lips because of how plump and bright they were decorated with the clear sticky fruity smelling lipgloss you always wore. Your hair was done in a wavy black hair done in a 32inch half up-half down that framed your face pretty well; and Eren tried to act like he didn’t realize it wasn’t the hairstyle he picked for you a while back.

Unintentionally he licked his lips before digging through his pockets for what he came over to deliver. Normally he didn’t hand deliver anything, he made people come to him, but this was you.

Sweet smelling you who always looked as good as you smelt and right now there was an aroma around you that smelled of nothing but strawberries and some other fruity smell that he couldn’t decipher. It wasn’t even just the fact that you smelled so good but rather the way you looked so good too, always with your hair done even your nails — long coffin shaped, pink and white acrylic with little designs on them — and your face, bare or not your skin was always glistening rich brown.

He was always losing his focus when you were in the room. He handed you your weed and turned to leave. “Wait, here—”

He scoffed, “On the house.” He waved you off, he did this all the time, no matter how many times you begged him to just take the money.

“Eren!” Using his long legs to stroll out of the hallway and towards the apartment complex’s door. He almost made it out before he felt you tug at his arm, a deep pout on your face.

“You’ll get wrinkles. Don’t…” He caressed the area between your eyebrows and trailed down to your jaw — taking it in his hands and squeezing it, making your pout deeper before he let it go.

“Just here, okay? I’m grateful you don’t make me pay since we’re friends,” That definitely wasn’t the reason, but he didn’t say anything. “But just take it. I can pay, you know I can.” Your eyelids fluttered innocently.

He sniffled, “Fine. Fine. Just this once.” He flicked your nose. Then Eren looked at you, truly looked at you and smiled a bit. You were really too cute. “Are you coming to Connie’s party in a few?”

“Yeah, I was actually just getting ready before you came.” You tell him, finally letting go of his arm.

“And that’s what you’re wearing?” He swallowed, biting his tongue. He sounded so judgmental that your eyes widened before you looked down at yourself.

It was cold yes but you always chose being cute over being cold, plus you were always being driven around so you weren’t even outside enough to feel the freezing cold air and it was only a small bit of occasional snow, nothing too bad.

“What’s wrong with it?” You craned your neck a bit to see your backside. Everything was in tact and in place.

Jealousy was already deep in his chest and tugging at his heart, making everything feel so tight around him. He just shook his head, “Nothing, just thinkin’ bout how cold it is, that’s all. But I know you already have a ride lined up, right?”

Playfully rolling your eyes you smirk, “Actually…” Twiddling with your fingers, he watches you already knowing where this was going. “I was hoping, you’d take me if you had a chance? Maybe?”

“Do I ever say no to you?” He asked, walking back down the hall with you towards your apartment again.

This wasn’t his first time inside of your apartment. But for some reason he couldn’t help but to be in awe. You lived in luxury — marble countertops, a wide double door silver fridge, a patio… he knew he couldn’t compare to the lifestyle your father already had you in.

He wish he could... but he couldn’t. He made enough on selling whatever he could but it was only enough for him, not a lifestyle like yours. He wouldn’t be able to provide for you like you needed. Even if he got a real good job, nothing could truly live up to your norm and he would hate for you to settle.

It was the reason that he never truly could actively pursue you like he wanted with a good conscience. How could he pursue you when you had everything you wanted and then some?

Even the fuzzy pink rug on your floor looked like it was worth a couple thousand. A glossy painting of you hung in the center of your living room and it caught his eye, the last time he was inside it wasn’t there.

“Isn’t it nice? Looks almost as cute as the real thing, Hm?” You teasing, putting a finger to your cheek.

He gave you a side eye with a smile so deep enough that you could see his dimple and it made your heart flutter.

You always thought he was cute just not boyfriend material. You weren’t even being judgmental but you heard about Eren long before you had met him. Just a boy who always wanted to get his dick wet and especially when he had pretty clients, you couldn’t take him serious. Even if you wanted to.

When he wasn’t being a flirt, he was a good friend, always came when you needed him, even if it was just for a ride. He was always so sweet and treated you better than any of your boyfriends.

“You think I should just settle for some pants instead of this then, huh?” You did a slight twirl. You could tell he really liked what you had on but just not today. Not where y’all was headed.

He clicked his teeth with his tongue, “Uhh…” He looked you over, his gaze lingering on all assets.

His knee was bouncing and he was getting up before he realized. He never been inside of your room, let alone your closet. So this was all new territory to him, yet he felt like he knew where everything was.

He don’t know why he loved seeing you in your pink moon boots but he knew he wanted to see them on you tonight. He peaked over his shoulder, looking at you briefly before looking over your closet again. “Hm,” He held out two different shirts, you chuckled.

“Maybe this one with the hearts to match the boots and then a nice mini skirt… not too short.” He knew how you liked to dress and you gave him a coy smile.

“Ya know what, Yeager? You’re cute.” You kissed his cheek before pushing him out the room to get dressed. You hate to admit you were feeling hot all over, most guys didn’t come into your room for anything but sex and even though you weren’t expecting him to come in and help you decide on something else he did. It was little. But more than you were used to.

Eren on the other hand, was trying not to palm his dick. Touching the soft fabric of your clothes and imagining them on your skin, had him gulping. He paced the living room before he heard small paws running up to him and yelping. A small bundle of golden tan fur ran up to him, scratching and sniffing the area around him.

“Princess!” You yelled, running out to get your little dog. “Sorry Eren, she loves new people. I thought she would stay sleep, but...” You coo and tap the floor so that she comes running. “I’ll put her up and then we can go.” You scoop her up.

He stops you, “Let me meet my baby’s baby.” He ushers her out of your hand and into his own, a deep smile on his face as she licks his fingers.

You ignore what he says and how it makes your stomach flutter, you just cross your arms and watch. “She’s the cutest.” He tells you, staring you down with a hooded gaze. “Let’s get going, ‘kay?”

You nod, heading to put her into a crate so she can sleep until you get back.

He waits for you, even when you lock up your apartment, he opens the car door for you. You don’t know why but you feel like everything’s going to change tonight.

And Eren can feel it too.

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It isn’t until you’re already there that you realize his hand was on your thigh the entire car ride. His touch leaving a trail of hotness and when he finally parked, your eyes wouldn’t leave your thigh. Was it weird that you were already missing his touch against your skin?

You heard a few people greeting him as he caught up towards the house behind you, he nodded to a few and did a half wave to some others.

“Birthday boy Yeager, finally! Being late to your own party, really man?” Connie greeted him and your body froze.

Eren didn’t mention it was his birthday. Connie didn’t even mention it when he invited you. You frowned and moved closer before squeezing Eren’s side.

A slight yelp, “The fuck was that for?” He asked, looking down at you with furrowed brows.

“It’s your birthday and you didn’t tell me? You were selling me weed on your birthday, driving me to your birthday party and didn’t bother to mention it?”

“It…skipped my mind.” He muttered, scratching the back of his head.

“You didn’t tell your girl your birthday?” Connie snickered. “You didn’t want any birthday sex? Mannn—“

Eren lightly jabbed Connie’s arm, “You know we’re just friends.”

But really, who could tell? Whenever you both were together, you both always stood so close together, sometimes even with his hand on your waist. Deep long stares and only focusing on each other.

“Rightttttt.” Connie laughs and waves you and Eren down to the basement. “So while the party’s upstairs… our real party will be right here, just the gang you know…” He explained while you looked over the place.

A comfy basement with a long couch and two loveseats, a few white garden chairs. A bong on the table that sat in the middle and a few bottles of alcohol. “Sooo, where is everyone?” You raised your eyebrows, arms folded against your chest.

Connie thinks for a moment before raising a finger, pulling out his phone and calling someone. “Yeahhh, hello?” You and Eren shared a glance before looking back at Connie. “Fuck, you gotta be kidding me… no, no, it’s fine,” Connie does an awkward smile to you both. “Alright. Yeah. See you soon.” He sighs.

“Fuck, I gotta go. Sasha said she needs me to get her. Then Jean too and… yeah… basically I think all those fuckers need a ride.” He explains. “Please make yourselves comfortable down here or upstairs, whatever. I’ll just be right back.” He jogs up the stairs and closes the door.

You feel awkward just standing so you smooth out a place on the loveseat and sit down.

But of course you weren’t planning on Eren sitting next to you. Cramped up and all in your space, his legs spread wide with almost little room for your legs. You stare at him, “Seriously?”

He does a sly smile, “I can’t sit next to you? You gonna deny me all tonight huh?”

Remembering it was his birthday, you just let him. His arm over your shoulder and pulling you in. “Fine… fine.” You mutter, pulling out some of the weed you brought from him earlier.

“Hey…lemme roll that for you.” He doesn’t wait for you to answer, he just does it. The shiny piercing on his tongue showing itself as he licked up the paper.

You squeezed your thighs, just watching him. He pulled out a lighter from his pocket and with a few clicks, he lit your blunt and took one long drag from it, finally handing it to you.

“Thanks…” You brought it to your lips and his eyes burned into yours. You inhaled, smiling as you felt it come over you. You hummed to yourself, your hooded eyes watching him as he watched you.

“How you feelin’?” You heard him ask, your body humming and you leaned closer into his touch. Your head laying on his shoulder.

“Good.” You responded shortly. “Just really good.”

“I’m glad to hear that baby.” His voice sounded closer but you ignored it. You smoked the blunt again and when you went to exhale, he pressed his lips to yours, just a small peck.

Briefly, you would’ve missed it if your eyes weren’t open.

“Been wanting to do that all day.” He rubbed a hand down his face. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay…” You swallowed. “You can do it again.”

It was all he needed. His hands grabbed your face gently and he pressed a small peck on your lips. Then again. His hands touch the skin of your thigh when he goes in a bit deeper. No more little kisses, he’s fully kissing you on the lips. “Must be the weed, hm? You’d never let me kiss you…fuck,” He sounds pissed but mainly at himself.

“I took like two puffs, I’m barely…buzzed. I just… I mean why not?” You ask aloud, looking at him. Maybe you were just tired of pretending that you didn’t want him. That you didn’t want this. You were horny and maybe a quick fuck to get him out of your system would be good for the both of you.

“You like playing with my heart huh? You know how I feel and…” He trails off. “You know I like you—“

“You don’t like me, you just wanna fuck me like everyone else.” You had a hard time believing that he had feelings for you, that he wasn’t like any of the others before him. You wave him off but he grabs your wrist.

He clicks his teeth before laughing, “No, no, no…Baby. You’re special to me. Just want you all to myself, always.”

You snort, “Yeah right…” But your body felt so hot and like you’re wearing too many clothes.

“Come sit on my lap pretty girl. Let me show you something.” He pats his lap and grabs your waist, tightly.

“Show me what?” You were curious but you knew that you wouldn’t be able to come back to being just friends if you did what he asked.

“How much I like you.” He lifted you with ease and in an instant, you were on him. You could feel just how big and hard he was under you. You swallowed, wrapping your hands around his neck.

“Well? Show me.” You smile, hotness rolling off the both of you in waves. He smiles before he brings you in and kisses you.

Moaning when he pulls you closer, jerking his hips up to yours. His hands exploring your body and his tongue enters your mouth, swirling around. Slipping his tongue in and out your mouth, sucking on yours. His hands traveling down your back until he gripped your butt, spreading and massaging them in his large palms before sliding them up and down your back.

He kisses the sides of your neck and you take another drag of the blunt, feeling your lungs expand and the sensation of his mouth and hands making you shiver. He grabs your hips and rolls his more into yours, the fabric of his denim jeans hitting your clit.

Breathing heavily you inhale and with shaky hands you pull him forward. Kissing him with the smoke still in your lungs, his cock throbbing in his pants, he’s trying not to be greedy but he wants you. Tracing up and down your shirt, slipping his fingers underneath.

He feels a bit giggly afterwards. With a dopey big grin on his face, “You’re so pretty. Like an angel.” You’re smiling so hard that your cheeks hurt but your pussy is pulsing and you need him.

“Eren… thank you. But I just… need… I need you to…Please just touch me. Please.” His hands roam again. His cock half hard in his pants and his hands on your hips, he makes you roll them against his again. You gape and gasp a bit, feeling how hard he is against your damp dainty panties.

His hands are under your skirt and he massages the bit of your butt and thighs, spreading and patting you. He kisses you full on the lip and sucks more on your tongue before pulling back, “You’re just so pretty.” His forehead is on yours and his eyes are eating you up.

Your clit pulses and throbs the more he rolls your hips against his and the way he’s digging his fingers into the skin of your butt and thighs, you’re groaning and sighing, “This feels so…” you wrap an arm around his neck. “Good.” You whisper in his ear and feel him shiver, you press small kisses up and down his neck. “You’re so hard…” You lick him, small and to the point. “Eren…I—“

“Shhh,” He stops your hips, that were now moving on their own. “Just keep doing what feels natural… what feels right. We can talk about all of this later. But now? Let me make you feel good, yeah? Wouldn’t you like that?”

And it’s the way that he says it, honestly, that makes your heart speed up and your panties even more wet before he slips them to the side.

“Holy shit, already? This wet, baby? Damn…” His fingers sticky just from a quick slip inside, your mouth open and your legs shaking. “Knew you couldn’t resist me.” You hear the sweet sounds of him fingering you, the wet noises echoing in the dark room.

“Fuck,” He mutters, flexing his fingers and twisting them inside. You clamp down on him and he bits his lip before kissing you, trying to keep you both quiet.

You lifted his shirt a little, looking at his stomach as he breathes in and out, his stomach muscles flexing. You smile to yourself, helping him out of his shirt before you trail your hand up and down his muscular chest and stomach. A semi thick patch of hair from his stomach and disappears down into his pants catches your attention and with a deep gulp your fingers dance lightly on his stomach until they disappear into his pants.

His breath hitches, “Your hands are so…whew,” His eyes are closed when you touch him, stroking him. “So damn soft. Too damn soft.” His hips jerk up at the contact of your hand against him.

“Has anyone ever—?” He doesn’t say it but licks his lips and sucks at his teeth.

“No, never…” Boys were too interested in sex never foreplay or oral. Some never even looked at your pussy.

He huffed, “Idiots. Want you to sit on my face, okay?” He could feel you twitching and your body freeze up.

“You’re so weird you know that?” You squeeze at his tip and he whined a bit, taking your wrist and taking it out of his pants.

“Hey, been thinking about it forever.” He have, he liked being your friend but he always thought about what’s between your legs. He always felt so guilty for it, this ulterior motive of his.

With your skirt still on, you move to hover over him. He breathes you in and groans out a deep “Fuck.” His tongue soaked in spit but he grabs at your thighs and slurps at your swollen clit. The heavy scent of your aroma wafting around his face.

Your thighs shaking as you rock your hips against him, but he wants to take things slow. Your juices all over his mouth and even a bit on his nose. You hated how greedy you were being. His tongue flicking at your stick clit and sucking on your lips.

“Eren! Faster…faster, please.” The cold metal piercing brushed against your clit and had you seeing stars so clearly that you tugged at his dark hair.

He liked the way his name sounded rolling off your tongue, even the way your mouth looked when you said it. Your lips: a work of art and your voice a song. So to be the one who’s listening and the one giving you this pleasure? He couldn’t help but smile to himself. To revel in it.

He chuckles listening to the soft moans of your pleads and begging, “No need to beg, don’t you know you own me? I’m yours. I’ll do whatever you say.”

His voice made you clench and he pressed small kisses up your slit before stretching you apart, “Think I can see you getting all wet for me…” His tongue dives in and your toes curl as he licks around the insides of you. Sucking at your folds and diving inside of your wetness, he moved one of his hands from your thighs and rubbed with two fingers on your achy clit. You shuddered, biting your lips.

He smiles looking at your pussy, so wet and pretty before he dives back in. Really just wanting to be covered in your scent. He gives a few more sucks, your hips raising and thrashing against his face.

“Baby,” The breath of his deep chuckle hitting your pussy and you shiver. “I’m leaking in my pants. I need you. Badly.”

He took his time but he laid you out on the couch, looking at the amount of your arousal that ran down your legs. He watched your pussy twitch, using his fingers he spread you open, clenching around the cool empty air. “Fuck,” you already looked fucked out and he haven’t even been inside of you yet.

Sliding his thick cock between your wet folds he felt you tremble. Tapping the head against your clit, he felt you jolt and he slowly slid inside of you. Your walls sucking him in and squeezing him tightly.

He groans, almost collapsing on top of you and you dig your nails into his back, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Wanted you for so long.” He kisses you quick and laced your fingers together, squeezing your hand. “It’s so wet inside of you, feels so fucking good.” Stretching and carving your insides to only fit his shape. Everything sounded underwater as he continued to pound inside of you. “You’re so perfect. So pretty. Fuck.” He angled his hips before thrusting faster inside of you. “So tight, so pretty, so mine.” He purred, licking up your throat and sucking; leaving a trail of hickies in his wake.

“Eren, oh god.” You breathe, worked up. He brings your legs from his waist and bring them closer to your head, forcing his cock even deeper inside of you.

“Think I’m in love withchu…” His thrusts are strong and now your feet dangling over your head, you couldn’t think straight. “But I think you already know that, hm? Think you love having me wrapped about your fingers.” Meeting every thrust he made, you felt a small bit of squirt splash and soak up his cock as he pulled it out before plunging back inside of you.

Your stomach is twisting and your toes curl heavenly as his dick continues, you push at his chest. “Wait! Eren…I…” You feel even more pressure in your gut and clench around him. “Please… no more.”

Your eyes are watery but Eren doesn’t care, instead he uses the pads of all his fingers and do deep aching rubs on your clit. Writing his name in your clit with your fingers, your thighs shake and then you’re finally cumming all over him and with a few more hard thrusts, he follows with a deep groan of your name.

He lays on top of you for a second to catch his breath before kissing you again. “I like you. Always have.” He huffed.

You bite back a smile. “I like you too…” You tell him shyly.

He gets up and hands you your pretty panties with a smug look. “So will you be my girlfriend?”

You chuckle, “Yeah. Yeah, I’ll be your girlfriend Eren.”

All Eren could think of was that this was his best birthday in a long while. He peppering kisses over your face.

“Alright… birthday boy, put some pants on.” You snicker, looking at his lower half, he was already getting back hard.

“Oh right.” He kissed you again.

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leviismybby · 3 months

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"Pregnant?" Connie's mouth drops as you and Levi make the announcement. You kept your pregnancy a secret for long enough and your belly was starting to show too much, they would've figured it out anyway. Sasha stops eating, her eyes go wide, Jean next to her tries not to smile, he definitely wants to say something inappropriate. Before he gets the chance to, Armin speaks. "Congratulations captain and name!" He smiles at both of you. The tension at the table was awkward as you knew that some of them didn't even know you and Levi were dating.

Mikasa doesn't say anything but you can see the slight smile on her face meanwhile Eren looks like he is having some sort of flashbacks. "Congrats." He says, his green eyes shifting from his food to your belly, which makes you question a few things but you smile back and nod your head at him. "You know Captain for humanity's strongest soldier you sure don't know how to pull-ow!" Sasha stomps on Connie's foot under the table and Jean laughs. "Be mature for once will you!" The brunette says to him with her mouth full of food. Levi rolls his eyes at the banter, he really didn't want to tell them. It's not because he doesn't trust them but he thinks that it's safer for you and your baby if less people knew.

"You're the one to talk! Your mouth is full of food." Connie bites back at Sasha and she just continues to eat. Mikasa turns to you. "Congratulations. I still don't know how you keep up with him." She says, her and Levi did have a bumpy relationship but you know that she doesn't mean it in a bad way. "Well now I will have to keep up with two..." You chuckle. "Can we name it?" Jean asks. "Absolutely not." Levi doesn't even let him think about it. "And from now I want you all to be careful around name, is that clear?" They all nod at Levi's command.

"It's a boy." Eren says, he has been awfully quiet since you said that you were expecting a child, the whole table turned to look at him. "I mean, I think it's going to be a boy." He says, looking down at his food. Sasha shakes her head. "Nuh uh, it's definitely a girl!" They all start to place bets and Levi sighs, he whistles to get their attention. "You're not betting on a the gender of my fucking child. Now, after breakfast, I want to see all of you train extra hard understood?" "Yes, captain!" They all say in unison, Armin sheepishly looks at you. "I agree with Eren, I think it's a boy. I read that boys leave all the beauty to the mother and you're glowing Name." You smile at him, Armin always was sweet, well most of the time.

"Right, can you guys please keep this a secret? We don't want everyone to know." It's a simple request that leaves your mouth. They all nod, this went better than you thought it would, most of them are happy but Eren's reaction lingers at the back of your mind. "Listen when the little Ackerman terror is born, can I be the godfather?" That's a question that throws Levi off guard, especially since Jean asked it. "No, I want to be the godfather! That baby deserves someone fun as the godfat-" "Neither of you." Levi says, pinching the area between his eyes. "Now, off to training." Standing up one by one they all make their way outside, Mikasa approaches you. "If you need anything you can let me know." She says and you can't help but smile at her. "Thank you, Mikasa."

As the room clears, Levi turns to you. "I am surprised that none of them asked how kids are made." Laughing at these words, you shake your head. "They are all 17-18, Levi. They know all too well by now." You can still remember how traumatized Eren and Mikasa were when they found out, to your surprise, that Armin knew despite his two confused best friends. "Yeah well, all of them are still brats." He kisses your temple and then your belly. "I'll see you two later." He gives you a quick kiss before heading out to training. Your hand goes down to your belly and you rub the bump, in this time of war and hardship, a baby will surely bring at least a bit of happiness into it all.

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wettvagina · 4 months

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RIDE IT LIKE A RODEO [collegeau!eren yeagerxreader]

warnings: p in v , creampie , softdom!eren

"Erennn" your honeyed voice cooed, "Huh? Oh hi." you observed how the tall, brunette stiffened, his green emerald eyes boring holes into your own pupils, you walked up to him, your pink bag slung around one shoulder, you watched how Eren eyed you, stopping at the jot of skin which was exposed from your tight, bubble-gum pink spaghetti strapped top, which stopped right below your navel, paired with some black shorts.

"I was absent last class, mind sending me the notes?" you chirped, walking at his side as you both journeyed to your history class. "I-I know, but we had a free class." Eren informed you, a tint of blush forming on his face. "Oh, alright. You comin' to my party tonight?" you enquired with a calm smile, watching Eren's face from the corner of your eye.

Eren noticed how your figure had slowed into a halt, stopping alongside you, you grabbed at Eren's forearm, "Can you come, please? I wanna show you something." you say with a seductive smirk, you found it funny how his entire face turned red, even after you had fucked him so many times, you lost count. He always acted somewhat shy around you, you thought that when you first met him that he'd break out of this caged up persona he sported around you, but that was yet to come.

"I'll be there." he sighed, earning a small smile from you, "Oh and, don't bother bringing any condoms." you whisper to him, smiling before walking ahead of him, leaving him flushed and stationary.

Eren had came before the party even started, you were a bit worried about the party, wondering how anyone would even engage in the party if the host wasn't present. You texted Sasha, Connie and Jean, telling them to handle everything, of course you didn't want your party to flop just because you wanted some dick.

Hearing the boom of speakers downstairs, Sasha texted you, informing you that everything was ready and that they'd take over, you smiled to your phone before placing it on your side table.

"You're early." you say to Eren who looked around your room like if he hasn't been in it atleast six times already. "Sorry, I was just..eager to see you." Eren confesses, his deep sultry voice echoing in your head. Woah, this is different, usually he'd stammer out a mess of a sentence.

"Really?" you walk up to him, pressed your hands against his toned abs, sliding them down his waistband, grabbing at his fully erected cock, hidden in his sweatpants. "You weren't lyin'" you say with a smirk, you watch how his face contorted into a look of lust as you massaged his throbbing cock.

"So fuckin' hard, I want you to come inside me tonight." you whisper, dirty talking him, you pulled your hands out of his pants, draping them around his neck and pulling him into a sweet kiss, tasting the mint on his soft lips as he grabbed at the fat of your ass, fingers massaging your clothed clit from the back, causing you to moan into his mouth.

You parted your lips, giving Eren's tongue permission to explore your mouth, Eren groaned into your mouth, and you felt your panties dampening. "Wanna fuck you so bad." you mewl, "Yeah?" he asks with a smirk, "How bad?" he asks. With an incorporeal click, you feel the tension grow and the roles switch, and it just made you wetter.

"So fuckin' bad." you moaned, "Get on the bed." his firm voice instructed, you followed his directions, taking off your shirt as you strutted to your bed, leaving you in only your bra. You sat on the edge of your bed, Eren's crotch in your face, but you managed to look up at him, smelling a woft of his cologne.

His hand lowers to caress the side of your face, he looks down at you, as you look up at him, his eyes never leave yours as his large hands trace down to your shoulder, gripping it as a small smirk forms on his face. With a vehement push, your back meets your sheets and you watch as Eren crawls above you, knees digging into your mattress while his hand grips onto the sheets near the side of your face.

He leans in to kiss you, savouring your lips in a slow, sweet kiss. He feels your hands cradle his face, as you deepen the kiss, Eren feels his dick fully press onto the cloth of his pants. You immediately notice Eren's absence when he rolls over to the side, back leaning against the headboard of your bed, "Ride me, ma?" he asks, hand woven into yours.

You climb onto his lap, ass pressing against the bulge in his pants, and you hear him gasp before you connect your lips to his oncemore, your vacant hand reaches between your legs, rubbing at your clothed clit, causing you to moan into Eren's mouth.

Eren grips onto the fat of your ass, lips still moving on yours, he feels your hand slip beneath the wasitband of his sweats, grabbing his dick while nudging the fabric down. You push your panties to the side, lining his dick to your hole.

The reddened, meaty tip prods at your enterance before you slip it in, earning a loud groan from Eren as your pussy walls squeeze down on him, "S-So fuckin' tight." Eren says breathlessly, breaking out of the kiss, you immediately bounce on his lengthy cock, his breath hitches as the skin of your ass slaps against his pelvis, Eren wraps his hand around your back, burying his warm face into the crook of your neck as you ride him.

You hear him whisper curses into your ear as you grind on him, feeling your pussy clench around him, "Fuck, 'm gonna come." you mutter, "I-I might too." he mumbles into your ear, "Fuck!" you wail when you feel him thrust up into you.

"You like that?" he asks, "Y-Yeah, keep doing it." you immediately respond, he continues to jut his hips upwards into your welcoming pussy, hearing the creamy sounds of the essence of your arousal mixing with his pre come.

"S-Shit!" you curse when you feel his dick harden inside of you, and as Eren is coming he feels your pussy clamp down onto him, you cream all over his cock as he's coming inside of you, painting your walls white. You both pant as he rubs his large palms up and down your back.

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chrollohearttags · 1 year

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moreeeeee dom mikasa x thick blk fem reader 🤭

ask and you shall receive! 🥰 this is going to be a full fic in the future (I mean it this time!)

cw: sexual tension, black fem, pansexual reader, flirting, French kissing, fondling/groping, mentions of alcohol, toxic mikasa cause she’s my fave, pussy eating, toy use, these two are just so nasty like 🥴🥴

so I really love this idea of Mikasa being a bad bitch..like tongue ring, nails long, got the tight skirts on, tattoos down her arm and titties and ass out. A girls girl who loves to have fun and get a little flirtatious (freaky). Imagine her being your long time nail tech..one of, if not, the most talented artist in the city. Shes always on Instagram, posing in her y2k, gothic-esque fits, in her bikinis or with tube tops, displaying her incredible acrylic arts over her breasts. (giving very much ice spice) Even dyeing her signature pixie cut a couple of times just to switch it up. She was so fine and constantly getting the attention of everyone. You tend to frequent her salon pretty often..interchanging those extravagant sets out bi-weekly. Not just because you loved her work but because she too was quite the sight to look at. “Alright, mama. What are we doing for you today?”

asking so sweetly with a lollipop protruding from her mouth, knowing that you were her most adventurous and daring client; giving her the opportunity to challenge herself and stay honed up on her skills. The French tip and almond bitches preferably had no place in her chair. You worked at the club down the road as a bottle girl..so you had to be laced at all times. Nothing but forty inches or more of Brazilian bundles touched your head, the tightest fitting, tiniest clothes on that beautiful body..that ass swaying with each step and of course, the nails were perfect. Matching the pretty pink toes she done for you last week, (y/n) extended your arm out and showed her a reference photo of what you wanted. Merely giving you a smirk, Mikasa began picking up her tools and got to work. The entire time, she notices you glaring at her and can’t help but laugh. “You okay, sweetheart?” But little does she know that you’re just nervous being around her. Even for someone who was finer than a fucking parking ticket yourself and worked around the baddest bitches all day long…she was still raw. Still one of the most gorgeous women you had ever laid eyes on. For a moment, your eyes couldn’t help but to hone in on those new nipple piercings shone through her white Mui Mui crop top. Eventually, the two of you would talk about work, dating and because you two were the only ones around…a little sex talk got thrown into the mix. You’d tell her about your latest conquest..how disappointed you were in the dick and she’d just laugh it off, thinking to herself how sad it was that you even subjected yourself to such mediocrity. She on the other hand? Would never. Miss Ackerman has quite the reputation as a heartbreaker and homewrecker…but not in the sense that anyone would think. It was nothing for her to snatch a bitch straight off the arm of some dumbass man who wasn’t treating her right in the first place and fuck her until she came to her senses, leaving that loser where he stood. Only for her to leave the poor girl devastated because she wanted to be single. She was equally notorious for her antics as she was for doing nails and you loved that about her. But it was when you told her who the man was that she burst into laughter. “Come on, (y/n), you didn’t even like him. No way you let him fuck..” “I know, I was just bored and he was kind of fine. Total dud though..his ass could barely even find the clit. I should’ve kicked him out right then..” However, she felt like she had a solution to your problem. Eyeballing you as she patted on the acrylic, Mikasa flicked her tongue ring through her lips and smirked at you. “..you wouldn’t have that problem with me..” you pretended not to hear her at first because this bitch played too much but you’d ask her to repeat herself. “You heard me..let’s not act like it wouldn’t be fun.” She most certainly made a point. You’d heard stories of how she’d turned even the straightest bitches out. A real fantasy and she was equally infatuated with you..so the entire time she’s doing your set, the topic of sex only intensifies tenfold. Talking about what you like, favorite toys and the freakiest things but you assured her she wouldn’t know what to do with you..so she makes you a little proposition: “..after you get off, come by my place.” And you had never been so apt to agree!

your shift at the strip club couldn’t end any sooner because the second you touched down at her high rise condo, it was on. All the shit you were talking about being able to eat pussy better than her, saying she wouldn’t be able to handle you…you were about to eat every last one of those words! She knew you were full of shit but it was going to be so much fun to break you and show you who was really boss. This tiny woman, only five foot four in stature, tossing you around like a grown ass man! Bringing you to your knees the second she got you through the door. Flicking her tongue on your clit through the Fenty panties, fingering you slowly while forcing you to keep your eyes on her; a vice grip on your throat and even fucking you with a dildo, just because she wanted to see you cream for her. You didn’t move without so much as her say so..begging her for more with that fucked out expression on your pretty face. “What’s wrong, baby? I thought you said I couldn’t handle it…” laughing as she watches you slowly descend into a dumbed mind. Taunting as she teases that rose vibrator against you as you lie against her bare breasts. She’s constantly reminding you of your own words; and that she was only proving a point. You had lost track of how many times you came before she even slid that strap inside of you, folding you up like a pretzel so she can press a thumb to that aching bud and watch you squirt as she pounds your little pussy. You weren’t the first stubborn little bitch she’s had to break but you were damn sure the best and she knew this wouldn’t be the last time she’d get you in her bed. “You’re my slut now, yeah? You’ll only come this good for me, right?” Not with the way you moaned and whimpered for her..tears streaking down your face and the mess you’d made all over her. Even telling you to get on top and ride her until your legs got tired. Only catching her in a moment of weakness when you bent down to flick your tongue across her sensitive, barred nipples. The two of you fucked like rabbits for hours on end..going at it until the early morning; only breaking for a few shots of alcohol that further fueled the freak fest. But once it was done and you lied there wrapped in her sheets, asking why she put it on you like that, she’d turn to you and snake her tongue into your mouth, tasting her sweet flavor. “You’re my favorite client, I always gotta take care of you.”

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blondieeu · 4 months

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b.i.m.b.o. eren y.

nothing is more iconic than eren and his bimbo girlfriend.

and nobody even knows how the two of you got together in the first place, how the fuck does a dealer end up with that cutie from highschool?!

he loves you regardless though,

he loves how smart you make him feel when you beg him to answer your little stupid ass questions.

like when you came into the bathroom around 11 last night while he was shaving to ask him a question you’d been thinking about all day.

“rennn”

“we have to wake up early tomorrow baby you should be sleepin’”

“i will!! i will!! i jus’ have a question t’ ask!”

then he would sigh, putting his razor down onto the counter and turn to you, giving you his full undivided attention because he knew you’d go nuts if he didn’t.

full pouty lips faced him and he watched you try your best to form your sentence to at least make sense enough for him to understand you.

“why—why is the sky blue and not black like—like the galaxy!”

eren would then audibly sigh and pull you closer to him by your hips to distract you like he always did.

his soft lips kissing your ear all the way down the side of your throat and his hands rubbed on your ass.

“y’know i wont get to see you all day tomorrow.. why don’t we make use of the time we have now babe..?”

and he absolutely adores how good you are with your tongue,

he really couldn’t care less about where you learned to use your mouth like that it’s really just the way you handle him, it drove him nuts.

“shiiitt girl..”

his raspy moans would fill the room while his scarred hands gripped the white comforter.

“go a little faster mama..”

your obviously well manicured hands were on his thighs, as he previously told you not to touch yourself and you would never disobey eren.

and it was even better after he got you to smoke with him, the fog that was already in your head getting thicker and it made everything you did sloppier.

he thought you were an obedient bitch.

but regardless you would always listen to him because “ren knows best!” and “my boyfriend would never do anything bad!”

and the way your pretty brown eyes would sparkle whenever he’d pat your butt as a reward for not going with that strange man earlier while he was gone.

“my boyfriend said i can’t go.”

“but he’s not here right now so what’s really the issue?”

“he will be soon!”

what a dumb little thing.

blondieeu xx

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lingeriae · 8 months

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SESSION 32 BY SUMMERWALKER FT ONYANKOPON

synopsis - it's time to move on from ony. idea from this ask!

warnings- cursing, angst, no happy ending (for ony), reader does not end up with ony! insecurties, toxi relationships ig, reader is black and female! few gramar errors.

"i think it's better if we end it."

it's silent as the word leaves your lips, and it slowly kills you and wishes that you were back to screaming like you were a minute before those words left your lips. you don't look at him instead you look down at your feet, afraid to meet his eyes which causes you to miss the way his face shifts to one of panic before it goes blank, you didn't mean that. nah of course you didn't. his hands that were once clenched into fist at his sides relaxes.

"that what you want?" you slowly shift your gaze to look up at him, rubbing your lips together before nodding, your heart squeezing as he gazes at you with a blank look and an unreadable expression on his face.

he always did that, hide his emotions. and it always fustrated the fuck out of you. you could never tell how he was feeling, and he would never tell you either, there were brief moments he would be vunerable but as quickly as it came was as quickly it vanished. it always led to a lot of arguements, that were resolved with a simple appology and tender touches.

not this time though.

you could feel the atmosphere shift as he looked down at you, his jaw clenching and his breathing became faster and harsher before it slowed, and his jaw relaxed.

"ight." and with that four letter word he was brushing past you into the bedroom, your lips parting and your chest tightening. spinning on your heels you turned to watch him, vision getting blurry when you realized he had a bag in his hand, collecting all of his stuff and shoving it into his bag. your mouth suddenly felt dry, and you stopped breathing, the tears fell down your face as if it were a river with no ends.

"s-so that's just it? we done?" your voice cracks, and onyankopon doesn't even blink, muttering under his breath about where one of his socks with his back turned to you. when he finally turns to look at you, he shakes his head and snorts. "I don't know what to tell you, bruh."

he walks past you, being careful not to touch you and the gesture causes you to blink back more tears, your hand moves to hold on to him. to beg him to stay. but your body doesn't move as you watch him walk out the front door, slamming it behind him.

it takes you two minutes of silence, blinking at the door infront you, to realize that onyankopon, the love of your life was gone. gone with just a blink of an eye, not turning back and not even hestitating.

fuck, he didn't even try to stay.

multiple emotions take over you all at once. sadness, anger, hurt, remorse, regret. you couldn't even feel the tears running down your face or the sob that caused your body to shake, not even there when crys after crys left your swollen lips and your knees buckle under you, unknown to the fact that a certain male stood outside of your door rubbing his beard with his hands with his eyebrows drawn together. a nagging feeling in the back of his head telling him to run back inside and go comfort you, to go fix this. but with a shake of his head he quickly dismissed the thoughts.

you wanted this, if you wanted to change that you knew where to come find him, right? with these thoughts in mind, ony sniffs before walking away from the door. walking away from you.

it takes one month.

one month for you to finally try to get over him. three weeks to finally block him and stop stalking his shit, two weeks to stop sending him messages he never replies to, and a couple of days to stop calling him with tears in your eyes and a bottle of henessy in your hand.

packing his stuff into a box you unload it into your car with a huff, deciding that it's time you finally gave it back even though your heart screamed at you no to. you couldn't call him, seeing as how you blocked him on everything, and you doubt he hadn't done the same. if it was one thing ony was, it was defininetly petty.

hopping into your car, you encourage yourself that this was for the best and that you had moved on from the 7 month relationship you and ony had. of course you had. inhaling deeply, you turned on your car and put in ony's address, nibbling your bottom lip as you begin to drive praying that this would go exactly as you hoped it would.

as you pulled up at ony's house, you stood in the car for a moment, trying to calm down your heart which raced in anticipation and anxiety. your fingers gripped the stairing wheel of your car,and you slowly inhaled and exhaled while closing your eyes before pushing open your car door and taking the box out from the back. you walked up the steps that lead to ony's house, and your heart suddenly started racing again as you neared to the door, your legs also begining o feel a little weak.

with one last prayer, you placed the box down and rung the door bell. at the sounds of footsteps, you contemplated running back to your car, and pressing the brakes, but it was too late as the door opened. holding your breath, you prepared yourself to be greeted by the handsome face that belonged to your man--ehem ex-man, only to see a lightskinned female with blonde butterfly locs.

your heart sank as you stared at the woman, eyeing her pretty looks and curves, a nose ring handing prettily from her left nostril and--oh. aint that one of ony's shirts? your eyes suddenly stung, and your nibble on your bottom lips to try and ignore it. she blinked at you, tilting her head before speaking, smiley shinning in the sun as she spoke. "uh, can I help you?"

"n-nah, I just came to drop off somethings for ony." you curse yourself in your hea for stuttering, mustering up your best smile to which she just raised an eyebrow at, blinking at you again.

"mmm, well ony's asleep right now, and he aint tell me bout," she looked you up and down and smacked her lips together. "you."

your eye twitched at her, and your eyebrows drew together wondering if it would be alright if you bopped her in her mouth, before shaking your head with another smile. "he wasn't expecting me, he'll know who it's from." you don't say anything more before turning and walking away, making sure your ass jiggled with each step so she knew what an actual ass looked like, you feel her eyes boring holes into the back of your head all the way to your car, driving off you feel yourself let out a breath you didnt know you were holding.

ony moved on. you thought, a sudden emotion that you were very familiar with overcoming you.

it had just been a month, and he moved on, while you just barely managed to stop crying over him. did he even care? did he even love you? how long has he been talking to that girl? was it before or after? your overthinking only grew worse as you reached your house, the tears you were holding back before immediately came down as you closed your house door.

how could he? act as if your relationship meant nothing? how could he not feel anything?

you didn't even realize you had took out your phone, unblocking his contact and clicking the call icon. waiting with baited breaths as it rang, one, two, three--it never stopped ringing. you try again, biting your bottom lip and closing your eyes, only it goes straight to voice male. with a shaky exhale you try texting him, eyes lighting up when he reads it a minute later, waiting anxiously for his reply.

and you wait ten minutes, still no text from him.

as stupid as it was, that was the moment you realized that ony didn't care as much as you did. maybe he cared, maybe he didn't but not as much as you cared for him.

not as much as you loved him.

and that fact alone broke you. you should've known it would've been like this, why would he try to come back? why would he show you love when he had know fucking idea what love is? when it was so fucking clear he didn't hurt as much as you. when he showed no remorse or tried to change when you begged him to.

it takes you one month, to realize that as much as you loved onyankopon, you had to let go, and it takes you three more months to fully get over him.

and it takes him six months to realize that he's regrets everything, the break-up, the fights. everything. he regrets not fixing it, not listening to you, not trying hard enough.

he regrets it all, and that's why he kocks on your door. desperation in his heart, and a hopeful look on his face.

you love him, right? you'll listen. (?)

ony towers over you, chocolate eyes that now had small but visible bags resting under them looked down at you, and his lips that were usually moist and smooth were now a little dry and chapped, as if hearing your thoughts he licked them, thrusting his chin up in a quick motion. "can we talk?"

the grip you had on the door tightened, and you blinked at him wondering if this was real or if you were tripping. your eyes looked him up down, pausing on his head where you noticed that he needed to trim. which was something unusual when it came to ony, because he always makes sure his hair looks good. after a moment you nod your head, meeting his eyes. "yeah, ill text you."

you watch as ony lips part before you close the door in his face. sighing you walk back into your room, a smile appearing on your face at the sight of your girlfriend on your bed, her sharp silver eyes moving from her phone screen to you. "who was at the door?" mikasa asked, she hummed as you kissed her lips, settling against her chest.

"jus someone I used to know."

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eremikas-bby · 10 months

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~Her Little Songbird~

OMG AAAAAAAAA-

I just had a random thought and dammmmmmmm

Mikasa x Singer! Reader is the best thing to ever happen. Just imagine having the impulse to sing and she would have the sparkle of adoration in her eyes, cheering you on!

I headcanon that she can play the piano/ the guitar, so she would put her simple skills to use just to hear your voice blend along with the melodies of each note she plays. (In her free time, she will surely practice to keep up with the piece you're learning.)

She totally would admire how the instruments would accentuate your voice even more, how the emotions of the song's aura is deeply felt with the combination of her playing and your voice, and overall, it's just a mystical and intimate moment...

DONT GET ME STARTED, SHE WILL HELP YOU WARM UP, TOO! It's a must and a responsibility for her cuz she wants to protect her baby's voice :<

She will try to match up the notes your mentor does/ she would research some challenging warm ups, and it will be VERY enjoyable!

An added bonus, she'll make you warm, freshly brewed tea before you get to sing at your recitals. (And also generally, when you just sing. She would buy a whole rack of it for you) [She has the w music rizz 😏]

Besides playing instruments as you sing, she also finds comfort in singing with you for funsies. You guys would sing pieces from the 80's, musicals, anime songs, and pop songs as duets! I could just imagine you, guys singing Burn For You from Brigerton, Put Your Head in My Shoulder by Paul Anka, and A Whole New World from Aladin.

OH HOW SHE WOULD EMPAHSIZE THE PUPPY WORDS AAAAAAAAA DOWN BAD FR OMG IT WOULD MOSTLY BE LIKE:

"Put your lips next to mine, dear~ And she'd smirk at you and giggle as she awkwardly sings the next line [Put your head on my shoulder by paul anka]

You both sing together while you're laying on her chest; She lovingly says, "I'm here, nothing can harm you, My words will warm and calm you.." And she would lightly stroke your hair as you gather some air to sing [All I ask of you from the phantom of the opera]

"I will never fall in love again until I found her." And you receive a tiny boop on the nose as she would pull you in to hug instead of proceeding- [Until I found you by stephen sanchez]

oh god im gay

Sometimes, she would caress you to sleep and hum some of your favorite tunes together,

But yeah! Yall are hopeless romantics for each other so I envision that loved theme songs as a stable. It's also fun to harmonize and play along with the notes of the song.

In conclusion, music bonds you together. She completes you, and you complete her 💗

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A/N: Oh god im lonely. And cringe but anyways, some scenarios for my fellow hopeless romantics :)

#mikasa x fem reader #singer reader #headcanons #mikasa ackerman #aot mikasa ackerman #snk mikasa ackerman #snk #aot #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #ainzey's late night venting #mikasa x you #mikasa x y/n #mikasa ackerman scenarios

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prncessjaeger · 4 months

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last christmas ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

ღ trin speaks!: i couldn't choose between mikasa or ellie so take your pick 😵‍💫 (i also had smut written but ehh i’ll save it for another day!)

soft christmas music played on queue as you finished rubbing the face mask on your girlfriend’s face with your matching roller, “oh my god you look soooo adorable baby!”

“i look like you,”

“exactly, now let’s push your hair back cause you don’t want the face mask cream all in your hair, and then we can make cookies!” she felt the cool comb run through her hair, slicking it back into a low bun matching your braided bun, adding the matching fluffy headband knowing it’d annoy her more, but she just sat there, letting you do whatever because she loves you just that much.

you got up fixing up your christmas onesie, matching with your girlfriend and walked to the kitchen, turning the volume up once mariah carey’s ‘all i want for christmas’ played next, “you are not mariah,"

“shut up. now come help me please?” she sighed and got up, seeing you set your phone up against the couter, pressing record. “we’re just making sugar cookies?” “mhm, then we gon decorate them, have a little competition or something?” she began mixing the dough with her hands, shaking her head hearing you singing the chorus terribly. when she finished, you brought out the cookie cutters with all different shapes and sizes, and even got one with your and her names customized as well, “which one?”

“you pick.” humming, you grabbed the snowman for her and a christmas tree for you and began sorting them out, adding them to the baking sheet and setting the timer, “icing time! we’re making our own cause i absolutely hate store bought icing,” you began mixing in the wet and dry ingredients together and your girlfriend watched you in awe, suddenly coming behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist and lay her chin in the crevice of your neck and shoulder, kissing you tenderly, “you’re so…”

“so what?” “i don’t know but i’m just in awe with you, like everything about you just leaves me in awe…” she backed up and turned you around, seeing your grin beam into your full smile she adores, “you are the sweetest person i know, and i love you oh so much.” “i love you too baby…now can we take these facemasks off? i don’t like it anymore.” rolling your eyes playfully, you nodded and wrapped the top of the bowl filled with icing with plastic wrap, walking to the bathroom and successfully removed the facemask, rinsing the rest of the cream off and decided to keep the headbands on, posing for flics and videos to post later.

the bell from the cookies went off, rushing to the kitchen to take the cookies out and letting them cool, “imma add food dye in the icing, then fill the bags and we can start then.” you set the timer having everything set, pressing record once again and turned to your girlfriend, “you ready?” “yeah, what’s the deal?”

“loser gives head?” you both shook on it and began decorating your cookies, your girlfriend was quieter than you, which was unusual for her, but you brushed it off as her being focused. When the timer went off, you both backed away and giggled, glancing at each other's cookie. You looked at her cookie then her, rolling your eyes hard when you saw her trying (and failing) to hold her laugh in. “bro you cheated!” “how i cheated?!” “you made the cookie ugly on purposeeee, and that’s not fair!” she giggled, annoying you even further when she replied with, “i’m taking every chance i can when it comes to eating your pussy, you knew that!” 🎀

#i love mikasa #and ellie too #why pick one when i can have both??#attack on titan #aot x black reader #aot fanfiction #aot x y/n #fluff #mikasa x black reader #ellie williams #mikasa x reader #ellie williams x reader #tlou #attack on titan mikasa #mikasa aot #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader

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arminsfavoritepookie · 10 months

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HOW AOT CHARACTERS KISS YOU

Featuring; Eren, Mikasa, Armin

(- Fluff & Angst )

Armin's lips meet yours and gentle caress always engulfs your senses. You can't help but get lost in the tangles of his golden strands as they tickle your fingers. You move closer, your other hand softly cupping the soft rosey flesh of his cheek. A soft whimper escapes his lips, but he is desperately trying to hold himself together. This kiss belongs to you, and Armin understands that. You take from him whatever you want.

Armin's trembling hands rest on his lap, barely able to control the fiery desire raging inside him. The mere thought of losing you, the one person he loves so dearly, terrifies him to the core. It's why he's so desperate, so eager, when your thighs brush against his, as if begging for him to give himself entirely. You watch in awe as your delicate fingers move with calculated precision, unbuttoning each button of his shirt slowly.

Every soft noise escaping his mouth causes a stir of excitement within you, knowing how much he's aching for you. Armin loves you so intensely, with every part of his being, that the way he kisses you is nothing less than pure devotion. His lips are gentle, yet they convey a ferocity of emotion that takes your breath away. They dance against yours, gliding across the soft, smooth skin of your lips. Every detail is magnified: the way his mouth tastes, the subtle way his tongue plays against yours, the way his lips form a perfect seal against yours. The feel of his skin, the rise and fall of his chest, and the beating of his heart are all encompassing, fueling your passion with every passing second.

Amidst all the losses he's endured, from losing his friends and comrades to losing his innocence, the last thing he can bear is losing you.

"Never let me go," Armin whispered softly, his eyes searching yours for some reassurance that you were both thinking the same thing. "Never," you replied, pressing your lips firmly against his once again.

Eren's intense love for you is almost suffocating at times. He's never quite comfortable unless he's right beside you, touching you in some way, and if he can't be, he's on edge, fidgeting and muttering under his breath. He'll glance your way with a flushed face and a quickening heart rate, desperate for your attention and affection. The tips of his ears always burn bright red when you catch him staring at you, which only happens about every other minute.

And when he finally gives in to his hunger and kisses you, it's not elegant or polished. It's needy, it's messy, and it's full of fervor. Eren will seize your lips as if he can't get enough, biting, nibbling, and sucking as if his very existence depended on it. The only thing he wants in that moment is you, all of you. Eren's devotion to you is a flame that burns bright and unrelenting.

As he clutches you to his chest, he lets out soft whimpers and moans, completely lost in the ecstasy of the moment. You feel his forehead pressing against yours, his tears slipping through closed eyelids, as if he's mourning the fact that this can't last forever. "I'm sorry," he whispers, barely able to choke out the words through his emotions. You can hear the pain in his voice, and it breaks your heart. "For what?" you ask softly, searching his eyes for an answer.

But he can't bring himself to say it, not with the way you're looking at him with those eyes. So he shakes his head instead, a silent admission that he'll always love you, even if one day he’s not there anymore to say it.

Mikasa's longing for your kisses is intense, a desperate need that surpasses that of food and water. It's as though the very essence of her being yearns for the taste of your lips and the warmth of your embrace. Without your affection, she feels like a shell of herself - hungry, thirsty, and lost. She's a warrior on the battlefield, fierce and unstoppable. But when it comes to matters of the heart, Mikasa is bashful and unsure.

Her cheeks flush with embarrassment when she’s pushing her tongue into your mouth, of feeling your hands roam over her uniform. And yet, the desire she feels for you outweighs her shyness.

Mikasa frequently ponders if you are aware of just how much she adores you—how your presence holds an immeasurable significance in her life, yet her thoughts are consistently interrupted by the sensation of her fingers delicately gliding across the tender skin of your neck.

She whispers your name, barely audible over the cacophony of your whimpers. Her plea is soft but urgent. Your arms wrap around her, holding her close as your tongues dance together. The taste of her mouth is sweet, addictive, and you can't get enough of her. She's yours, body and soul, and you know in that moment that nothing will ever tear you apart "Please," she begs, "Kiss me again and make everything okay."

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