#nia.nsfw

[pinkchanelbag]

imagine your fav making you cum so hard that you can’t stop twitching and you can’t un-tense your body and they have to manually bring you down, softly massaging your thighs and murmuring “relaaax...it’s okay” “unlock your knees for me baby” “did so good”

#nia.thot #nia.nsfw #pls feed me w this concept #i don’t have a fav in mind at all actually im thinkin bout this fuckin girl

[pinkchanelbag]

STARTING LINEUP OF THE LOUD PUSSY EATERS’ CLUB:

BOKUTO — shmacker. enthusiastic. sloppy. shamckin on it like a really good piece of taffy. probably makes those tongue-stretch aaah sounds from the effort of getting as deep as he can.

ATSUMU — slurper. can you blame him? he’s practically drooling on it. will never admit it, but he’s loud on purpose cause he likes how it makes you squirm in embarrassment. definitely makes eye contact while he slushes it around.

OIKAWA — hummer. responds to your pleads and moans directly into your pussy so you can feeeeel his voice. laughs lowly at you the whole time and hmmms in enjoyment. talks almost as much as anything else he’s doing and it’s lewd.

SUNA — spitter. honestly, he doesn’t even make much noise except for that, but goddamn does he do it a lot. just that KHWA-PTOO sound and a loooot of squelching because he never (ever) stops using his fingers. will occasionally throw in a little mockingly casual commentary. as a treat.

KUROO — breather. because he’ll die bout that pussy. damn near drowning, coming up for deep breaths, grunts of effort slipping out before he’s back down like he’s digging a tunnel to freedom. pussy drunk as hell.

#kuroo: TO FREEDOOOOM #4suna #4kuroo #4tsumu #4bokuto #nia.nsfw #nsfr #kuroo tetsuro headcanons #kuroo headcanons #kuroo x reader #kuroo smut #suna rintarou #suna rintaro smut #suna smut #kuroo tetsurō #oikawa x reader #oikawa toru #oikawa smut #bokuto koutaro #miya atsumu #atsumu smut #nia.thot

[pinkchanelbag]

what turns them on

eren

legslegslegslegslegs

you could literally be fully clothed and he’d still trace his eyes along the curves of your thighs and calves and you gotta wave a hand at him and he’ll be like “hm?” and god forbid you have odm gear on during a “chill day.” the straps around your thighs, the steel bumping against your hips as you walk. once you catch eren’s eyes, yeah good luck charlie.

when you get mad at him lmfao

like not MAD mad (maybe sometimes but he’d never admit) but if he does a reckless move on an expedition, etc., and you’re yelling at him or giving him a >:( face or giving him the cold shoulder, he starts thinking with his dick and it’s like “i need her NOW but i gotta make her not mad anymore” the most frequent solution? body worship.

seeing you sweaty??

something about coming back a training session or a titan battle and you’re stripping the heavy gear off, a sheen of sweat on your forehead?? like the way you rush out of the uniform because the heat is just too much, too much. let’s be real it’s just how you look kinda fucked out. he loves it.

levi

he likes it when you hum

cause well, how often are you idle enough to be able to do something like hum in canonverse? when you hum he knows you’re feeling calm and it’s usually when you’re making tea or something and it’s almost like seeing you naked in a way, and it makes him want to actually see you naked. besides, with his imagination, a soft hum isn’t too big a stretch from a moan.

using odm gear but for sport

in a mission or something, there’s no room for that, but when you fly around in the gear for fun and the wind in your face, levi’s eyes are tracking the push and pull of your waist through the air, the bend of your limbs. you look so pliable, he can’t help wanting to take you back home despite having just gotten here.

your reaction to his inappropriate jokes

levi’s not sexually promiscuous with his day-to-day words or actions, but sometimes he just wants to make you flustered. the jokes are more deadpan than sexual (“hange’s making me an elixir so i can stay up late to work.” “you need your sleep idiot and i can keep you up all night just fine :|” ) muttering a joke in your ear during a meeting, or in the mess hall making the cadets go 0.0 he lives to see your surprise and sheepishness and the trying to brush him off, knowing you can’t.

mikasa

seeing you sleepy

no cause her protect >:( instinct goes into overdrive when you get all dreamy and let your guard down because of exhaustion. that closed-eye drowsy smile makes her puthy throb, but she’ll let you sleep, no worries. she can’t make any promises about not waking you up, though.

combat practice together

just take a moment to imagine por favor. mikasa is usually serious with training because she wants, needs, you to be stronger, but sometimes she finds herself holding back so the fight lasts longer, and not for training purposes. your aggression, your raw, bodily instincts pushing you forward, your concentration. please. you won’t walk for 2 days <3

treating her injuries

her protect instinct is malfunctioning when this happens cause it’s like “no i’m fine,” but when you don’t let her brush off the scratches she sustained on the mission, forcing her to sit on the bathroom bench while you clean the dry blood off her neck and jaw while she stares at you in adoration GOODBYEEEE she’s on her knees.

#aot #attack on titan #attack on titan season 4 #attack on titan x reader #eren yeager #eren yaeger headcanons #eren smut #levi smut #mikasa smut #captain levi #levi ackerman x reader #eren jeager x reader #eren yaeger x reader #mikasa x reader #eren x reader #levi x reader #nia.eren #nia.levi #nia.mikasa #nia.nsfw #mikasa ackerman #mikasa headcanons #levi headcanons #levi attack on titan #nia.txt

[pinkchanelbag]

haikyū boys + positions.

sending him a really fucking weird sex position saying you want to try it out.

includes: suna, atsumu, kenma, kuroo, sakusa, ushijima, bokuto, kyōtani, and oikawa.

cw: not sfw images and themes. minors do not interact.

#nia.nsfw #nia.txt #nia.suna #nia.oikawa #nia.kenma #4sakusa #4tsumu #4kuroo #4kyotani #4ushijima #nia.bokuto

[pinkchanelbag]

love-hate sex with eren.

it always starts with the subtle way he riles you up. you can’t even be sure if it’s on purpose, the same way you can’t tell if your much less subtle provocations are either. mostly, it’s because you ask difficult questions that he can’t—doesn’t want—to answer. and despite his resistance, he still won’t ever let you leave as you pick up your bag and turn to the door. his hand is reaching for your wrist and tossing your bag across the room, and when you start in the opposite direction to get it, he slides his body in your way so you’re forced into his arms. the problem is, once you’re in them, you never actually want to leave.

“fuck...fuck.” there’s frustration in your moan. eren’s breaths are hot on your ear, sending goosebumps down your shoulder and the side of your spine. your bodies move together like the rocking of a boat. his arms are wrapped so, so tightly around your middle, but you’re no better with the way you encase his head to the place below your collarbones and above your tits. like this, on his lap, with his cock buried deep in your warmth, your heart swells stupidly at the way he clings and presses to you, trying to get impossibly closer.

“fuck, baby...” the last syllable tapers off into an airy groan. eren uses his two-armed grip on you to push and pull you on his cock himself. when your hands tangle in his hair and tug, hard, he hisses and whips his gaze to yours. there’s some challenge in his eyes, but something else too. something that makes you, or rather lets you, pull even harder on his brown strands until his head is tilting back and stretching his adam’s apple. a glint in his eyes telling you, yeah, go ahead. take it out on me. i know you want to. a despicable pleasure.

you raise him one by craning down and fitting your mouth into the side of his neck to sink your teeth into the skin there. first, you feel his cock jump inside you. then you hear the guttural groan he lets out at the feeling. and then, you’re lurching into his chest the moment he starts jackhammering into your cunt. the half-yelp half-moan you let out forces your teeth off him. it’s all you can do to brace your hands on his shoulders and let him slam you into with every one of his upward thrusts. 

“god,” he says in a broken whine. “feel good. this pussy feels s’good.”

and just like that, at his diminished voice, the hands in his hair turn to gentler strokes and grips, tickling his scalp while he continues to pound you.

the knot in your stomach is winding so tight that your body has locked all its muscles. exhaustion leaks into your veins, both physical and emotional. it’s hard to know what your true feelings are when you’re this tired, which is why you always give into this sanctuary. in the end, you can’t remember what being angry at eren feels like. 

you flop your head into the crook of his neck. he slows down just a bit, but only to slightly unwrap his arms to hold your hips and grind you down onto him. you whimper into his neck at the feeling. his fingers find your hair and tug it back to look at your face.

there’s a light coating of sweat and tears on your face, and eren has never found you more beautiful than now.

“don’t leave, okay?” he murmurs. his voice, previously so gone, is now composed, like his mind has cleared from its haze to tell you this one thing.

his other hand finds your clit and presses on it just how he knows will make you cum in seconds.

(he always makes sure you finish first because he wants the thing that sends him over the edge to be the way you squeeze him so tight.)

“don’t leave.”

he presses a tender kiss to your cheek as a string of quiet whines leads you to your orgasm. your hands snake around his waist in a genuine hug, and his eyes find home in the way your face contorts in pleasure as you tell him you won’t, you won’t leave, and you crash into your climax. crash, and crash, and burn.

#nia.txt #nia.nsfw #nia.eren #eren smut #eren x reader #eren jeager smut #eren jeager x reader #eren jeager thirst #eren yaeger x reader #eren yaeger aot #eren yaeger imagine #eren yaeger x you #eren yaeger smut #tw.toxic #?

[pinkchanelbag]

what we want. [e. jaegar]

in order to bus to the ball tournament, you, the team manager, have to stay the night at the house of the startup point guard and your best friend, eren.

wc: 5k.

cw: NSFW 18+, female bodied reader, not proofread.

note: this is so LONG IM SO SORRY im literally incapable of pnp. but enjoy hehe.

“get down,” eren murmured into your ear. 

you barely heard him above connie and marco’s obnoxious singing, but you did hear him. looking up into his face, you could see he was serious and that his eyes were staring out of the car window and at something. when you followed his gaze, you spotted the cop car, and quickly pushed yourself further down into eren’s lap, grunting with the effort. 

“connie, shut up!” armin said from his seat beside you with jean on his opposite side. the poor guy got stuck with the middle seat, between the two tallest players on the team, no less. not to mention the entire body eren carried on his lap. 

from the front seat, connie halted his wailing of party in the usa to whip his head back with an offended glare, but when he noticed armin and eren’s attention towards, there he saw it, a cop car, he murmured an oh shit and slapped marco’s shoulder. the power forward stopped singing himself and quickly took the hint. the car was quiet for a few moments as you uncomfortably curled your upper body downwards. your face was close to eren’s knees and your lower half was pressing into your friend’s in a way that was hard for either of you to ignore. you groaned at the position, calling out to your friends. 

“next time, jean takes someone’s lap.” 

“why me!?” he exclaimed. “it should be connie, he’s the shortest.”

“HEY,” connie yelled. “it’s my car. unless you shits plan on walking to the tournament, what i say goes.” it didn’t take long for the members of the starting lineup to break out into a petty argument over who should sit on whose lap, but you still sat crouched into eren’s lap, huffing with annoyance. you knew it was a stupid idea to try to fit all six of you in the car, especially during rush hour when police had a special eye out. 

“you’re good now,” eren chuckled. you unfolded yourself and hit him on the arm. 

“don’t laugh,” you said. he didn’t, but he continued to smile for a few moments. that was, until you started rolling your head to the left and right to stretch out your neck. 

“fucking hell,” you groaned, oblivious to the way eren’s eyes lined the columns of your throat. 

“yeah...we definitely can’t do this again...” he laughed. you looked back at him with an amused smile, and he knew you understood his meaning. well, it had been many years since you were anything but brazen around eren. 

“you guys are gross,” armin stated with a raised brow. you simply stuck your tongue out at him. just then, the car hit an especially sharp bump in the road that a) practically bounced you on eren’s lap and b) elicited a sharp sound from the trunk. eren grunted at the impact of you landing back on his lap. you braced yourselves against his thighs.

“connie!” you shouted. “you’re gonna break my perfume bottle, you asswipe!”

“you broke my dick,” eren squeaked. 

“how is a road bump my fault!? i hate you guys, i’m never driving you again!” the small guard in the driver’s seat started. “and it’s not my fault you live across the fucking city, y/n!” 

you simply huffed at that, because there was little you could say. the bus would come house to house to pick you all up for the basketball tournament early tomorrow morning, and your house was so ridiculously far from the school that it would disrupt the entire trip schedule to go out of the way picking you up. you volunteered to spare the additional expenses and time and just not come, but the team had insisted that they needed their manager there. so the solution had been to stay at the home of one of the players, and it wasn’t exactly a tough decision, seeing as the startup point guard, the boy whose genitals you just smushed, has been your best friend since your first day of university. 

“sorry,” you mumbled to him, but he shook his head to dismiss it. you realized that as you had clutched his thighs for support, he had sunk his hands into the plush of your outer thighs near your hips to brace himself against the pain. the hairs that fell from his bun tickled your ear as your bodies leaned over, and when he spoke you could hear it ridiculously close.

“little gentler next time?” he murmured. you felt goosebumps rise on your arms at the implication, at next time, but you simply dismissed him with a shh. 

it wasn’t always like this, that was true. you and eren truly were friends, and had built that friendship based on mutual struggle through your first year as university students. but you supposed that the two of you had gotten closer in the second semester last year, when the weather was kinder and you had more classes together and more free time. more friends, more comfortable spaces and knowing your way around. and throughout the summer, you had spent many days together, along with your combined friend group, and you and eren had always been especially connected. you were best friends, probably. you’d never cared enough to think about it. 

“okay, get out.” connie turned over to look into the back, in particular at you and eren. he’d skidded to a stop in front of eren’s mother’s house. quite a few members of the basketball team had already lived in the city prior to getting into university, so made no use of the student residence when they had homes of their own already. lucky for you, eren was one of those people. you didn’t think you’d be able to last the night in a boy’s tiny dorm. 

after pulling your luggage and eren’s gym bag out the trunk, heeding jean’s don’t you dare be late threats and bidding goodbye to the exhausting starting lineup, you and eren finally made your way into the house.

for all the time you’d spent together in the last year and a half, you’d never been to eren’s house. because of how far you lived, you often spent the night in your friend sasha’s dorm for the night, so there was never reason to stay at anyone’s home but hers and your own. this was your first year as basketball team manager. it was also your first tournament, and as exciting as it was, you were too exhausted from the week to care at the moment.

after practically wrestling your tiny suitcase from your hands, eren nodded in the direction of a staircase.

“mom’s not home right now. c’mon,” he said, bag in each hand. his shoulder blades bulged sharply through the fabric of his team t-shirt at the effort of going up the stairs with the weight. you hardly noticed the way your eyes rested on the sight as you followed him up.

“um...hope you don’t plan on putting me in the same bed as you,” you said, arriving to the top of the stairs. eren threw his gym bag down one direction of the landing where you saw an open door to what looked like a laundry room. eren let out an amused heh under his breath.

“nah, don’t worry. you’ll sleep on the floor.”

you smacked his back lightly as you followed him into his bedroom. he only laughed again, putting down your suitcase and straightening up as you stepped aside from behind him to take a look at the room.

“oh, you are such a boy,” were the first words out of your mouth. eren gave you a look, but you only giggled and did a 360 of the room. pale blue walls lined with occasional sports posters. on one side, a wall closet with its door closed and an overflowing laundry hamper standing nearby. an unmade twin bed with a textbook teetering at the end of it, a tv, playstation, and overflowing bookshelf set up against the wall that had the door, and a window staring back opposite you with a view of the cul-de-sac. when stated in those terms, it might’ve sounded like eren was rich or close to it, but really it wasn’t as simple as that. it was actually quite a small bedroom, in a neighborhood of mostly one-storey houses filled with diverse families. you knew from what eren had told you in the past that he started out playing basketball with kids in the area, one of whom had a net set up in his driveway. years later, eren was able to go to college on a partial sports scholarship. 

“i’ve had this room since i was eight,” eren huffed. you giggled and continued to look around with shuffled, timid steps. on the other hand, eren stepped into the room and laid down on his bed. he upper body and thighs rested on the mattress, his knees bent and feet still touching the ground. he brought his hands to his head and let out a groan of exhaustion. practice had been especially gruelling all week to prepare for the tournament.

“have i mentioned that you stink?” you told him, still standing near the door.

“about a hundred times. i’ll shower in a bit.” he brought his hands away from his face and instead clasped them behind his head to look at you. “you can come in, you know.”

you couldn’t help but smile. “actually, this room is kinda cute. i’ve never had a home i stayed in for so long.” you turned to look at the bookshelf, which of course had few books in it. instead it had shoeboxes, old baseball gloves, some framed pictures, and years’ worth of tokens and trinkets of eren’s life. “can i look through all your shit?” you turned to him and asked with a purposely too-bright smile. eren chuckled and gestured in a manner that said have at it, and so you began poking at the memories along the shelf. you were careful not to step on the tip of eren’s feet (again, the room wasn’t exactly big) as you glanced along the wall at the sports trophies and posters. it was a strange thing how you could see these naked glimpses into eren’s life. it was a rather casual kind of intimacy, you thought. it made you smile, being able to be closer to eren. you figured there’d been lots of girls in this room, but you got an almost childish satisfaction at knowing that while they got one busy night, you’d gotten, and would continue to get, the intimacies from eren that allowed you to see the boy for who he really was, and that made you equally special to him. 

it was also strange how you couldn’t really know the way eren’s eyes followed your figure as you shifted in a semi circle through the room. you stopped halfway along your route, looking at the closet and then turning to meet eren’s gaze, asking permission. eren nodded his consent, and you opened the closet, giggling at the way he’d no doubt shoved a few stray things in the room into it in anticipation of your arrival.

“shut up,” he said, but there was no push in his voice. he propped himself up on his elbow and lulled his head over one shoulder to look at where you stood at his side. he wasn’t exactly conscious of it, but he found some comfort and enjoyment in watching you walk and move, watching your torso twist and your hips and legs sway idly. it was the same with your face, how he watched it almost as a default rest stop for his eyes. he liked watching the muscles of your existence move to animate you. 

of course, jean would just call it staring at your ass. 

“i’m gonna go shower,” eren finally said after having his moment of rest. he heaved himself off the bed and grabbed a towel from the hook behind the door. 

“can i get changed in here?” you asked, fingers scratching your jeans. 

“go for it,” and then he was off, just barely missing the little oooh you made at finding a hoodie of eren’s in the closet that you’d always particularly liked on him. 

in the shower, eren let the water run over his back muscles. he leaned against the wall and sighed, and found that there was a content smile on his face. he was excited for this night. being around you was fun. not just fun like entertaining, but genuinely giddy. he always looked forward to when it was just the two of you. even more so considering the way the two of you had been subconsciously pushing the boundary of physical touch between friends. tonight, he looked forward to being able to pull you against him as you watched a movie or have you braid his hair, or something. he liked being close to you in a way that was different than any other girls. he didn’t pay it much mind. 

he was done his shower before long, stalking into the hall and towards his bedroom with his towel wrapped around his torso. he figured he’d grab some clean clothes and go back to the bathroom to change. when he pushed the ajar door, his jaw hung open at seeing you crouched quite close to where he stood, where he had dropped your suitcase that you now rummaged through. you looked up at him, and for both parties, the angle was nothing short of lewd. you peered up at eren in nothing but his towel and chain, hair down and wet, drops of water dotting his toned stomach and arms. if he had stepped a foot closer, you’d surely be able to see right up the towel. meanwhile, eren looked down at you kneeled by his feet, and didn’t miss that you had changed into a hoodie and sleep shorts. his hoodie. 

“that’s mine,” he said dumbly. you lifted yourself up slowly so as not to lean forward any closer to him. 

“yeah,” you replied, and your tone was nervous, which was a first despite your not so occasional suggestive circumstances with the boy. “where are your clothes?” 

the two of you stood close but not too close, and far but not quite that far. it felt weirdly like a confrontation, like there was something you were supposed to say to each other. 

“there,” eren said, nodding at the closet. he cleared his throat and side-stepped you. his hand grazed your waist as he passed, and you felt your breath hitch. what the hell?

you didn’t really process it, but rather just turned around to absently watch him. but when you saw the way his shoulder blades flexed as he reached into the shelves of the closet, you had to manually suck in a breath. 

meanwhile, eren could practically feel his fingers itch at the way you’d look with legs bare and the zipper of his hoodie nicely revealing your collarbone. in an instant, he was struck with the panic of popping a boner right then and there. when he turned to leave, he had to hold back a groan at the way you just stood there. 

“i’m gonna go change in the, uh...” he said, stepping forward once again to leave the room, once again needing to go around you. this time, however, he moved slower because he couldn’t help but look at you. it took all his willpower not to drag his eyes up and down your figure. he managed to simply stare at the exposed skin at your sternum. 

“mmhm,” you hummed, but now neither of you moved. after a few moments, eren spoke again.

“why you wearing that?” it was a casual question, so why was his gaze so intense? 

“oh, uh,” you breathed a nervous laugh. “i just always liked this. liked how it looked on you, plus it’s comfy...” 

“looks better on you.” you bunched the fabric in your hands nervously, but that only accentuated where your thighs and hips curved together, and eren gulped, inching closer. “looks good.” 

you looked away from his stare, but found that your vision was consumed mostly by his unbearable chest. the towel he held, along with clothes bunched in his fingers, did little to hide the v-shaped path leading to--

“can you put a shirt on?” you asked, poking his hard stomach. your voice wasn’t as joking as you’d hoped it would be, but still eren laughed. 

“problem?” he asked. before you could retrieve the finger, he grabbed it in his free hand, and you were breathing manually again. and this time, his gaze was too much not to meet. and it said what you both were thinking. in fact, it was so obvious that two conversations seemed to exist: the verbal one, and the one between your eyes, the latter being the more forthcoming. you stood there for a few moments more. eren’s hand shifted to clasp your four fingers. 

“you okay?” he asked. he wasn’t sure what he intended with the question, but he wanted to know the answer anyway. 

“um...yeah.” and it was true. you’d never actually felt uncomfortable around eren. “...just nervous.” 

eren smiled softly. 

“me too.” 

he pulled you into him by your hand to collide his lips with yours. 

once the hand is free, you plant both of them on the tops of his bare shoulders, and his skin is so warm that it lights fire in your stomach. his one hand rests on the place above your waist and under your arm before sliding to the centre of your back to pull you as close as he can without letting go of his towel. but as your bodies shifted, so did the towel, and he had to fumble with his hand to shimmy it back up his hips. he pulled away with a woah woah woah to readjust it, hand still on your waist. you met each other’s eyes, breaths short. 

“what are we doing?” he asked. not in a negative way, but rather as if he was asking for the next step. 

“i don’t know,” you said with an identical tone. “is this bad?”

“uh...i don’t think it--wait, do you mean the kiss?”

“no, no the kiss wasn’t ba-”

“yeah, good ki...good, uh-”

“i mean is this-” you gestured between you and him with your eyes. “-bad?”

“it doesn’t have to be if we don’t want it to.” 

“so...we want it?” you asked, and there was a slight nod of your head. eren grinned, his own slight nod back before taking your lips again. there was something equal parts tender and needy. it was evident in the way eren’s arm wrapped all the way around you to put his hand on your opposite hip, fingers tangled in the hem of the hoodie and scrunching it up just enough for you to feel his fingers on the skin of your waist. his head was caged between your arms, but he didn’t seem to mind. you could feel everything. his damp hair slicking your cheeks and curtaining both of your faces, the way his lips stroked yours, his chest against yours, the heat in your core. 

you were pulled out of the daze at eren’s steps backwards towards the bed, bringing you with him. now, with his back to the foot of the bed, he laughed sheepishly. you noticed he’d long dropped his change of clothes to the ground. 

“i am very naked,” he said. you burst into a giggle at which he rolled his eyes with red cheeks, and it was strange to see eren bashful over his appearance for the first time. it was endearing, intimate. 

“sit,” you told him softly. he did as you told him, with legs spread but not quite enough to reveal the towel’s contents (though the bulge in the fabric was very hard to miss). once again, his free hand came up to touch you, stroking the plush of your thigh and admiring you with impatience. 

“you’re pretty,” he said, and somehow it made your heart swell. his tone was so genuine, so identical to the way he’d tell you “your shoe’s untied,” or “i can walk you home.” his tone reiterated how you’d never once felt uncomfortable around the boy, not even now as you stood on the verge of a huge decision. it was just eren. there was no hesitation or weirdness. you couldn’t express in words how much you appreciated it, so instead you grinned and hooked you fingers in the waistband of your sleep shorts, slowly sliding them down your legs. 

eren leaned back to give you room. despite wanting you to strip, he couldn’t wait it out, pulling you in by one hand and splaying it in the exact place where your back arches. he buried his nose close to your navel and you careened into him with your hands burying in his hair. “so pretty,” he murmured, exploring your skin. he squeezed at the back of your thighs, and grazed your ass, making eye contact with you for any sign of hesitation before he kneaded the fatty flash in his hand. he groaned into you, forehead on your stomach as he felt as much of you as he could. 

“eren,” you breathed. you didn’t know what you wanted of him or what you wanted to say, but he seemed to understand anyway. he pushed up the bottom of the hoodie to plant kisses just above the waistband of your black panties--he had to keep from focusing on the darkened spot at the bottom of the panties or he’d surely cum in his towel. 

you whined at the kisses and at the way they felt so much and not even close to enough all at once. his breath was hot and lips and tongue wet as they travelled up. impatiently, you unzipped the rest of the hoodie and took it from eren’s grip to let it slide off your arms. he pulled back just enough to look your black panty and bra set clad body up and down with heavy eyes. the way his mouth hung open almost primitively told you he wanted this just as much as you. 

“fuck.” the single word sent vibrations straight down to your cunt. and then he brought you in again to suck at any bit of skin he could reach. he groped at your ass more before moving to your tits, and you took the hint to unclasp your bra. it was gone in a moment, and finally, eren tugged at your hand to bring you down on his lap. he adjusted the towel so that it would cover him without needing a hand but in such a way that the slightest jostle would expose him. you straddled his thighs with a knee bent on either side of the bed, and with his other hand finally free, eren gripped both ass cheeks and pulled you in to lick a long stripe along one of your tits. you couldn’t hold back the moan, practically lurching it forward and letting it burst in his ear. he rutted up into your clothed pussy at the noise. his mouth latched around one nipple and suckled like a starving man, earning more pretty sounds from you as you gripped the hair at his scalp in the most delicious way. he switched to the other breast, hands still spreading your cheeks apart and itching so so close to where you needed him. 

“eren,” you whined. he knew. he could feel the wet spot on his own towel now. 

“mmm...talk to me,” he said into the fat of your chest. “what do you want?” he would hardly restrain himself. his dick practically ached with need, but still his utter adoration at the way your eyes screwed shut was enough to get him to take his time. “whatever you want, i’ll do it.” 

his words alone had you grinding down onto him. “need you...” you said in a too-high voice, mouth close to his ear. eren’s pace didn’t change. still there was an air of expectation. “need you inside me.” you felt him breathe a deep sigh underneath you, and you could swear you felt him twitch in the towel.

“okay. okay, baby.” 

he gently pushed you back, one hand still on your behind to keep you steady, the other one coming to finally move aside his towel. upon seeing his cock spring forward, you couldn’t understand how he could’ve managed to keep it tented under there for so long. 

“oh, god,” you breathed. you rested the crown of your head in the crook of his neck with your head titled down to awe at his blushing tip that leaked precum. he stroked himself a few times.

“you okay?” he asked, voice strained but somehow still soft with concern. you nodded eagerly, shimmying back up his thighs. it took both of your hands and one of his to push your panties to the side and line him up with your sopping entrance. the contact made you both suck in a breath, and eren leaned back just slightly to let you inch your way down whenever you were ready. 

you sunk down painfully slow onto his head, and eren grunted harshly. his hands gripped the sheets behind him to keep from rutting up into you. your hands came forward to seek purchase on his shoulders. how could he feel this good already when you’d barely gotten past the head? he was already nudging oh so gently on your g-spot, and you had to steel yourself for a moment before sinking down with more confidence. you and eren moaned in unison at the sudden movement, and the burning stretch he gave you felt unreal. you were trying to bottom out, and he was trying to be patient, but the way you were sucking at him was pushing his resolve. 

“y/n...” he breathed. you hummed in understanding, and finally, you brought yourself down to touch his thighs to yours. you yelped lightly and leaned into him to take a second. “ah...doing good. take your time, pretty girl.” eren’s arms brought you into an embrace, and the lack of movement allowed him time to stave off his climax and allowed you time to get used to the way he was splitting you open. before long, you were able to wiggle your hips and sway back and forth. eren hummed deeply, helping you pull your hips up before bringing you back down. in a moment, you were doing it all on your own, and he watched how he would disappear over and over again into your leaking hole and the way your tits bounced and your mouth formed an ‘o’. 

“feel good?” he groaned. you whined and nodded, but eren’s hand gripped your jaw lightly. 

“yeah, feels good,” you mumbled airily, concentrating on your movements. eren dragged his thumb over your bottom lip and he couldn’t help himself when he curled it into your mouth and on your tongue. his cock jumped from inside of you when you closed your lips around the digit and began suckling on it needily. 

“ohh, good girl.” the squelching sounds combined with the slapping of skin was nothing short of lewd. you bounced yourself up and down on eren’s dick as best as you could, trying to find the angle that smashed your g-spot every time. the soreness in your thighs slowed your movements every little while, and eren didn’t miss the way you whined for more that you couldn’t give yourself. 

he gripped at your hips to slow you down before he started pistoning up into your with all the stamina he still hadn’t used. you made a noise just short of a scream and collapsed into his broad chest, but eren was quick to wrap you up. “i got you,” he breathed over and over. the sweat collected on his forehead with the effort of his pace. your moans were nonstop now, stringing into one incoherent babble into his ear that he absolutely adored. your stomach grew hotter and hotter until it felt like it would erupt. 

“eren,” you said with urgency. he didn’t need to hear you say it. instead, he brought one hand between the two of you to rub at your clit, and it was all you could take before you practically sobbed into his neck and clenched impossibly tight around him. your arms squeezed him half to death as you saw white, pleasure rippling all over your body in waves. 

“y/n, y/n,” you just barely heard eren muttering. his sloppy movements that he brought to a fumbling pace and the way he nudged at your elbows was enough for you to practically melt off his lap, pulling off his cock only to replace it with your mouth within a moment. you sucked at his tip for not five seconds before eren was jerking into your mouth and emitting broken moans, warm cum shooting into your throat. you suckled at him gently to work him through the high, collecting every drop before cleaning him off. you pulled away carefully, and eren watched as you gulped down his cum before smiling at him. he shook his head in awe. 

“c’mere,” but before you could he was pulling you into his body with one hand. he brought you with him as he let his back hit the mattress. you took a few moments to catch your breaths before either of you spoke. 

“okay?” you asked him. eren reached an arm up to pull down his comforter and fit it messily on top of your naked bodies. his hands came to your waist and wrapped around you as tight as they could. finally, he leaned down to kiss at your hairline a few times before laying back with a sigh.

“okay.”

#nia.eren #nia.txt #nia.nsfw #attack on titan x reader #snk eren #eren jaeger #eren yeager #eren x reader #eren headcanons #eren yaegar #eren smut #aot #eren yaeger headcanons #eren yaeger x reader #eren yaeger imagine #eren yaeger smut #eren jeager x reader #eren jeager smut #eren jeager headcanons #eren jeager fluff

[pinkchanelbag]

jean who lets bimbo friend reader practice giving blowjobs on him!!!!!!

nsfw 18+. minors do not interact. 

"like this?” 

“mmm,” jean’s content sigh has your lips stretching into a smile around his tip. you know even before he lets out a little hiss that the action causes your teeth to graze a little too much on the flesh of his cock. you quickly roll your lips back over your teeth with a noise of apology. “iss’good, keep going,” he pats your damp hair.

it’s from your earlier shower. you were getting ready for your date at his apartment, as you often do. after you came out of his shower, you’d been ranting to your close friend about your worries for the night ahead. 

“i sound like such a virgin. it’s not even like that, though; it’s just ‘cause this guy’s big, jean.” you met jean’s eyes in the mirror of his vanity with a frightened, awed expression to your face so that your message was really conveyed. “we didn’t do anything last time, but i could feel him through his pants, and i got worried, y’know? ‘cause i’ve never had that big and—well, if we fuck, i’ll make it work, but what if i have to suck him off? it’d be so humiliating if i did bad.” you pouted at yourself in the mirror as you rubbed moisturizer into your cheeks. jean, who sat on his bed behind you, vaguely listening with his phone in hand, hummed along. 

“how big is he?” he asked. finally, he turned off his phone and tossed it before falling back to the mattress and staring at the ceiling. “if you had to guess, i mean.” 

“um...”

jean looked back at your sports bra and shorts-clad figure and quickly realized his mistake, a fond smile on his face. your brows were furrowed in confusion as you examined the length of your own index finger, surely trying to remember how long an inch is. 

“here.” he sat back up and beckoned you over. you were standing between his spread legs in a moment, and he held his hands out between your bodies in a yay big gesture. “this big?” he asked. you stared for a moment with puckered lips before shaking your head. jean widened the distance between his hands. “this big?” your smaller hands came to his own and spread them apart just a little more. 

“mmm...” you squinted. “i think like that big.” 

jean looked at his own hands and thought for a moment. 

“that’s not the worst.” 

“but i’ve never had that big!” the look of worry returned to your face. jean pulled you down to sit on one of his thighs. “besides, how would you know? you ever taken dick before?” you broke into a fit of giggles and poked his chest. 

“no, i just know ‘cause i’m bigger,” he replied. there was no cockiness in his voice, just frankness. your mouth dropped open.

“really?” and jean exhaled in amusement at how you didn’t have the sense to hide how your eyes went to the seat of his pants. “well, are girls bad when they suck your dick ‘cause they don’t know how?” 

“hm...sometimes. but it’s just about helping them figure out how to do it right.”

your shoulders slouched and you let your temple rest in jean’s neck with sad eyes that stared forward. jean tilted his gaze to look at you. he ran his hand up and down the bare skin of your back to comfort you. 

“i don’t think this guy’d teach me how to. he’s not as nice as you are.” the look on your face was so genuinely troubled it made jean frown. 

“i can help, if you want me to.” 

your eyes were on him in an instant. there was a little disbelief, a little childish beam as you wiggled on his lap. 

“really?” 

“how long before you gotta meet him?” 

and that’s how you’ve ended up between jean’s legs as he slowly guides you further down the length of his cock. there’s a burn in your eyes and your throat opens and shuts in protest, but as you stare forward you see you’re almost at the dark hair that tells you you’ve taken all of him. 

“through your nose, right? right,” jean reminds you with a nod. “good girl.” he comes down onto the bed, one elbow propping his body up to watch you while the other one still guides your head further. “try sucking.”

you listen obediently, pulling in a deep breath through your mouth that elicits slurping sounds from the sheer volume of your spit coating his cock and your face. jean groans in approval. “tha’ssit...” 

finally, your nose touches his trimmed hairs. you rest your forehead against his torso and groan at the effort to keep your jaw wrenched open. the sound makes jean rut into your mouth. "okay?” he asks you. you hum your affirmation, and his leaking cock twitches again. “i can do the moving, but it’ll be harder for you. you wanna practice that or want me to go easy?” 

you look up at him with wide, willing eyes. jean smiles and ruffles your hair before swirling it together into a makeshift ponytail held together by his hand. and then he’s pulling himself out of your mouth. you manage a small breath before he’s going all the way back in, and then out and in and out and in until each one of his breaths is loud and primal and your hands are planted on his thighs, tears running down your cheeks. 

his pace is fast but his strength is not brutal. his pushes and pulls of your head are calculated, bringing you up from his thick base just before your whole stomach wretches and stopping just before his tip bounces out of your mouth before you’re coming down again. 

“yeah...yeah...take it,” he breathes. he knows he’s still within his bounds by the way your fingers draw quick patterns into his thighs. somehow he knows he’d be feeling the sting of your nails if you weren’t okay. 

when his thrusts get faster, sloppier and clipped groans erupt from his breaths, jean knows he’s close. and for all your airheadedness, the wiggle of your butt tells him you know he’s close. “in here?” he asks. you hum your consent.

before long, jean is stilling, thrusting his cock deep into your throat and wrapping his big hand around the back of your head to push you to meet him. you whine with the effort of keeping your churning stomach from making you thrash, just as jean is twitching and pouring hot cum into your mouth. he’s so far back in your throat that you don’t even have to swallow for the cum to slide down your esophagus. you do your best to suckle on his base with your tongue as he rides out his high, watching with blurred vision as his balls tighten and twitch. they finally relax once you’ve milked him dry, and only then does he pull you off him. 

“was that good?” you ask almost immediately. jean laughs and falls back on his elbows. 

“yeah. he’ll like that, no doubt.” 

you beam in accomplishment before getting up and turning back to pick at the makeup spread out on the vanity like nothing happened. jean raises an eyebrow. 

“y/n?”

“mhm?” 

“go brush your teeth again.” 

note: thx for the thoughts *slams head into wall*

#nia.nsfw #nia.jean #nia.txt #nsfr #jean kirstein #jean kirschtein imagine #jean kirschtein x reader #jean kirschtien #jean krischtein #jean kirschstein #jean smut #jean kirschtein headcanons

[pinkchanelbag]

fwb texts with the seijoh boys.

includes: oikawa, iwaizumi, matsukawa, hanamaki, kunimi, kyotani.

#nia.txt #nia.nsfw #4kyotani #4makki #4mattsun #4kunimi #seijoh #aoba johsai #aoba josai x reader #aoba josai headcanons #seijoh x reader #oikawa tooru #oikawa x reader #iwaizumi hajime #hanamaki takahiro #matsukawa issei #kunimi akira #kyotani kentaro #nia.iwaizumi

[pinkchanelbag]

HEAVY BREATHS AND “OH FUCK” GANG: megumi, utahime, kamo.

CEOS OF WHINING AND OVERSTIM: ma*ito, YUUJI, inumaki, miwa, mai.

TEASING AND BREATHLESS CHUCKLE MOTHERFUCKERS: nobara, gojo, maki, mei.

NO WORDS JUST GUTTURAL GRUNTING: todo, NANAMI, sukuna, getou.

#can u tel i’m not caught up bc i can’t add toji or choso or any of the other sexy characters i haven’t seen onscreen yet </3 #jjk x reader #yuuji itadori x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #nobara kugisaki x reader #gojo satoru x reader #nanami kento x reader #nia.thot #nia.nsfw #4nanami #4inumaki #4gojo #4megumi #4nobara #4yuuji #4maki

[pinkchanelbag]

with iwaizumi, you only get one warning, but it’s sincere. when you get all whiny on his lap, your thighs too tired to continue their rocking and rising...when you give him that frustrated, exhausted face, which is totally unjustified because you haven’t been riding him for nearly long enough to be so spent. he pats one of your ass cheeks before leaning back into the couch, arms sprawled atop the cushions as he speaks, as if you’re across the coffee table talking about the weather rather than sunken around his cock.

“mm—i’ll do the work, princess, but i’ll do it my way. you sure you can handle that?” he breathes out a laugh when you nod your head desperately. naively. “‘kay...hold still.”

#4iwa #nia.thot #iwaizumi smut #iwaizumi headcanons #nia.nsfw #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi x reader #iwa x reader

[pinkchanelbag]

Reiner can take my 5’4 ass and RUIN it honestly - if anyone does happen to direct you to that content please share with the group 💛✨

NO FR LMFAOO until i find it i will now be using dumb writer brain ability 2c: not finding the thing i wanna read so making it myself

your whines bounced off the walls of reiner’s quarters, and although they made his cock twitch, he still registered in some part of his brain that it could mean trouble.

“quiet, angel,” he told you. he tried to make his voice soothing, but his arousal coated his tone in rasp and growl. 

“can’t,” you breathed in response, and your small hand slid down your stomach to where he was splitting you open with little more than his tip. “too big.” it came out like a whisper. reiner couldn’t help but smile. he wrapped his calloused fingers around your entire hand easily, raising it away from your stretched cunt. 

“it’s okay. i know you can take it. you’re doing so good,” he cooed. his self control was made of steel, but he found that you often bent it easily without even meaning to. he grunted softly, easing just a little more of himself in, but even that had your back snapping into an arch. 

he was huge. he towered over you on the bed, shoulders broad enough to hide the light on the ceiling from your vision, and arms nearly the width of your head. he could snap you like a twig if he wanted to without even transforming, and here he was moving into you at the speed of a snail. and for a few moments, not moving at all. 

he watched your reactions carefully as the look on your face became less overwhelmed and more, let’s say, pleading, despite the near-impossible length and girth that you weren’t sure could even fit in you. reiner restrained himself, almost painfully so, waiting. 

“mmm...” you whined. “more,” came the whisper. reiner smiled again, satisfied. 

“whatever you want, angel.”

#nia.txt #nia.reiner #nia.nsfw #reiner x reader #reiner imagine #reiner braun #reiner headcanons #reiner smut #reiner braun x reader #aot #attack on titan season 4 #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan

[pinkchanelbag]

idk if u listen to paloma mami but every time i listen her song ‘goteo’ i imagine connie eating me out to it ☺️

the slowed version though

nsfw mdni - listen here

“c...c—uh...” your words are cut off by your own gasp as lips wrap around your clit and suck steadily.

connie hums lowly into your heat in response, and the sound reverberates up your entire spine and forces your back into an arch.

“connie,” you finally manage. there’s urgency in your voice, and its effect is doubled by the way you run your hands over and plant your nails into the biceps that wrap around your waist to hold you down onto the sheets. your right hand taps over and over again on the muscle of his arm, as if begging for his attention, or begging for something at least.

“i’m listening, mami,” he says. his voice is steady and clear, along with his hands and fingers and tongue, in comparison to the complete mess that you are underneath him. two of his fingers lazy twist in and out of you while he laps at anything he can get his tongue on.

he adores when you look like this, and if he had the sense, he’d take pause and look all over you to truly take it all in, but he can’t focus on anything other than the way your little clit twitches at his every touch. he’s lost, completely.

“please, please please,” you exhale deeply. your whole body sags as the words are released. he’s been taking too long, and the the thing is that you know it isn’t to tease you. his plan is to edge you for just long enough to have you seeing white when you finally crash without it being a painful wait.

“i know, mama. espera, almost...” he bends his neck to slurp your soaking cunt from the bottom of your slit, practically licking his own knuckles in the process, to the top of our mound before taking a deep breath. the sound is impossibly lewd, and it makes your cheeks grow even hotter while also tightening the coil in your stomach. your hips jerk up when connie jabs at your clit with the hardened tip of his tongue. you whine in protest and you can’t help when your hands go to his buzzed head. the hairs are short, but not so short that you can’t grip them just a bit. connie laughs into your pussy and easily resists your attempts to grind his head into your core.

“you’re so greedy. slow down, conejita—tell me what you want.”

“pleaaase...please let me cum.” your plea is directed towards the ceiling, so you don’t see when connie finally tears his gaze up to look at your face. you’re coated in a sheet of sweat from your neck to your navel. the columns of your throat are sharp with each breath in and out, and your chest rises and falls shakily. you’re close to crying, he can tell. voice wobbly and face screwed up into that whiny expression that has his cock twitching in his nike shorts.

“you wanna cum?” he asks softly. his voice is angelic - there’s love there, there’s something like obsession.

“yeah.” you nod eagerly, and connie can’t help but smile right before he sharply curls his fingers and takes your clit back in his mouth.

you cry out at the surprise but you don’t get a moment to adjust with the way he’s attacking your cunt. it’s almost embarrassing how fast you’re built back up to your peak. your nails dig into his biceps as you practically sob in pleasure.

“i’m gonna—connie!”

your whole body arches as your high crashes over you. for a few moments you can’t see, can’t hear, can only let waves of pleasure course through you over and over again while connie gently helps you ride it out. you’re clenched so tightly around his slow pumping fingers. he loves this moment.

“that’s right. let it out, mami.”

#nia.connie #nia.txt #connie x reader #connie springer x reader #connie springer #connie springer smut #connie springer imagine #connie smut #nsfr #nia.nsfw

[pinkchanelbag]

#500.1 reiner + filth bc why not + 21.

Good luck nia ❤️

you got . . . . . 

“whatever you want, i’ll do it.”

nsfw 18+

it’s almost strange how his hold on you can be so gentle yet so unyielding. you can feel it in the way his arms are nearly limp but his fingers squeeze the soft at your upper back, as if wanting for more that he won’t let himself take. 

“reiner,” you moan into his lips. your own arms loop tighter around his neck to bring him closer. the muscles in his back are slowly becoming undone. it’s always like this after a mission. all the work he’s put into getting better fights against the effects of mission after mission. but each kiss shrinks the wall of emotionless he’s built around himself. 

“i don’t wanna be away from you anymore,” he mumbles in a gravelly tone into your neck. finally, his hunger for you. you can feel it. he grips your torso with the strength of both arms and pushes you into his groin where you can feel his stiff-straight cock longing for release. 

“i’m here,” you pant. your breath hitches at his relentless grinding into you. “i’m yours. yours.” 

“mine,” he says, and it’s nearly a growl as he gets up from his chair with you in his arms, not needing so much as assistance from your limp body to carry you against him. he brings you to the bed and sets you down gently, and before he comes to hover atop you, his pants and boxers are gone. his head blushes and leaks as it drags along your thigh. there’s always a rush of something close to fear every time you see his cock, at knowing that you’ll be stretching and nearly splitting in order to accommodate his ridiculous size. and the way his impossibly thick arms come to brace his huge shoulders as he makes eye contact. but as soon as you see those eyes, you can’t possibly feel overwhelmed by any of his strength more than you can by the love that’s there. he kisses your cheek, your jaw, the bridge of your nose. 

“i don’t wanna be away from you again,” he murmurs, and there’s so much earnest. they’re not just words, they’re his deepest drive. and you see the way it’s eating away at him, even as he slowly pushes his tip through your soaking cunt. the stretch is so much, but knowing that it brings him relief is what makes it feel euphoric. your fingers flit up and down his arms and back and shoulder blades and leave goosebumps in their wake. 

“i know,” you breathe. “i know. whatever you want, i’ll do it.” 

the statement seems to hit a nerve as he pushes further into you, faster than he normally would for your sake. you cry out in surprise and hold onto the hard muscle of his shoulders. his thrusts are slow but purposeful, pushing against your cervix each time he bottoms out. 

“have my child.”

you gasp at his words, but the way you clench around him has already decided your response. you wrap your arms around him in an embrace, and he does the same, letting his upper body nearly collapse into you as he hugs you, lower half still pistoning in and out. 

“i will,” you whisper into his ear. “i will.” he turns his face into your neck and he’s grunting with effort and raw emotion as he gets closer and closer, and it’s times like these when he’s so wrapped up in you that he doesn’t have the mind to hold back so that your own orgasm can catch up, but you don’t care. you only want his pleasure, his seed, his love, and he’s spent all this time trusting you and learning to be vulnerable enough to give those things to you without fear. 

“gonna fill you up.” his voice is wobbly, a telltale sign of his approaching peak. you can only breathe out high-pitched affirmations as his thrusts become deeper, slower, sloppier, and finally, he’s grunting with a broken voice into your ear with one final bottoming into your warmth as he releases inside of you. you can feel the pressure and the wet of his cum in you, and there’s so much that it seeps out from around his cock as it’s squeezed by your lips. 

his forehead collapses against your collarbone. even his breaths are filled with emotions that you don’t push for him to detangle. not right now. you feel his hands come to your stomach and squeeze at the soft there. your hearts flutter in unison as the same thought, and you feel relief at knowing that you can bring reiner any semblance of peace. 

note: hehehe i like dis one reiner breeding kink you know i had 2 do it

#fortune500 #nia.nsfw #nia.reiner #nia.txt #reiner braun #reiner x reader #reiner headcanons #reiner imagine #reiner braun x reader #aot #snk #aot x reader

[pinkchanelbag]

take care 

armin arlert x reader 

wc: 1.8k

cw: nsfw 18+, oral (m receiving), just angst comfort, armin deserves better haha </3 

note: this is the fastest ive ever written a fic? be proud lol 

“yes, commander. i know it’s risky...there’s nothing i can say to defend my plan...”

you watch from the couch of the dimly lit office as armin paces the length of the hardwood floor, radio in hand. the same radio he hasn’t let go of since daybreak, making constant calls to the weapons suppliers, the pilots, the task force, and anyone else he could get his hands on to solidify his battle plans...ones he isn’t even sure of himself.

“understood...understood...i will, commander.” finally, he places the radio down on the desk and stretches his tired arm, hand, and fingers. his body hunches over the desk for a moment. it’s a strange sight. some years ago, you remember being a young cadet who’d seen far too much for her age, in this very office where a short, stoic captain sat. you never could’ve predicted that armin, your armin, would one day use it as his makeshift workshop. you look upon him fondly now. he’s come so far. you can’t help the way your heart aches.

“it’s going to work, armin,” you read his mind. he’d hardly slept in order to pull this together, and at such short notice too. eren really knew how to put the survey corps in a squeeze, but armin pulled through like he always does.

he lifts himself off the desk and circles around to the middle of the office, restarting his pace, hands in hair.

“god...what if they have patrol ships further out? we won’t have visibility so we can’t anticipate that, and yeah we have their schedule but things happen and i still can’t last in my titan form all that long so if i have to—“

“armin.” your tone is soft, but you’re still loud enough to cut through the pacing blond’s rambling. he slows to a stop and meets your eyes, hands frozen in mid-air from when he was still using them to talk. “too much.”

and just like that, his contemplative face dissolves into one of exhaustion and anticipation. you open your arms at the same moment he begins trudging towards the couch, towards you. he sinks into the cushion and you wrap your arms around his neck and shoulders, pulling his face into your neck.

“you’ve done your part. you’ve done all that you can.”

“but what if it would’ve been better to do nothing?” he murmurs into your collarbone.

you wish you knew what answer to give him. you wish you knew how things would look two days from now, for no other worldly reason than to ensure armin a restful sleep tonight.

“if you’d done nothing, you’d never know if there was something you could’ve done. this way...no matter what happens...we’ll all get our answer.” it’s the best you can offer him, and he knows that. he knows you’re just as lost as he is, pulling at never-ending threads just as he is. this thought must re-enter the forefront of his mind because he pulls you closer to his face, tilting his head up to plant a random kiss somewhere close to your mouth. you can see that he’s still unfocused, or rather so hyper focused that he’s burning himself out before the mission has even begun. it’s bad for him. there’s nothing you can say to put him at ease enough to rest, so that he can do this thing you’ve all been tasked to do. there’s nothing you say, but you realize there’s something you can do.

before he lowers his face back into your neck, you slide your hand gently under his chin and cup his jaw to pull him into a feather light kiss. he’s quick to respond. his hand finds your thigh and squeezes affectionately. in turn, you bring yours to his shoulders and begin rubbing at his muscles. armin’s eyes flutter closed for a moment at the sensation of your hands gliding across his neck and shoulders and putting pressure to bring just a bit of pain and then relief. 

“when are you going to sleep?” you ask. 

“’m gonna sleep here tonight, commander said i should expect a radio from the cartographer around two,” he mumbles, allowing himself a few moments to relish in your touch with closed eyes. you furrow your eyebrows, but you know it’s necessary. 

you peck his cheek slowly, then again, and again, dragging it down towards his jaw. your hands still work at the knots earned from hours hunched over blueprints. armin’s entire upper body sags in a deep sigh, but when your kisses touch that sensitive place by his jugular and your breath feels hot on his collarbone, he gently takes your elbows to still you. 

“i need to work, angel,” he says, but the way his eyes bore into yours and he brings a hand up to caress your cheek tells a different story. 

“not all the time. not right now. you just have to wait for the radio, otherwise you know you’re ahead of schedule.” he looks conflicted, and tired. absolutely exhausted from all that he’s done and all that’s been done to him and all he stands to endure still. you feel the way your heart drifts to your feet at knowing that that fatigue will probably never leave his face, but you know the way his face goes limp, a pale enactment of peace, when he’s asleep. “let me sleep here tonight,” you ask, and there’s another question hanging in the air, and in his eyes you know that he hears it. he doesn’t - can’t - look anywhere but you. breath in, breath out, several beats of silence, and then,

“okay.” 

and his hands drop, and your lips are taking his. he molds in any way you want him, giving you power, but you’re gentle and loving in each press of your mouth to his skin, as if trying to spell your adoration for him out with lingering heat, as if to say, i’ll take care of you.

when you slide off the couch with eyes still holding his, he only shifts in his seat to lower his torso and spread his legs. his breath hitches when you undo his pants. you take them and his boxers, tugging gently as armin lifts his hips until they sit on his lower thighs. he’s already semi hard from your kisses, so you grasp him with a dainty grip and run a thumb over his tip. he hisses, but there’s content in his breath. you don’t tease, not this time. you give his pretty cock a few generous licks before enveloping him into your wet mouth. you can feel his body tense in an effort not to rut into your mouth. you caress the v-shaped surface just above his dick, and through his soft, breathy moans, he brings his hands down to intertwine with yours while you slowly take more of him into your mouth. your heart swells in your chest at the small action for no reason other than it’s so purely him. the way he injects love and humanity into all facets of his world. the fact that you get to be the subject of that love. the more you feel for the man sitting in front of you, the harder you work. 

“shit - y/n,” armin grunts as you sink his cock into your throat. you feel the burn in your jaw in your efforts to hold your teeth out of the way, and he’s so warm in your mouth and your throat. your nose just barely brushes his dark blond hairs, and you know you’ve taken as much as you can of his impossible length. he lets out one long, deep groan that reaches all the way into the veins of his cock. his hands release yours to get lost in your scalp, not quite pushing you but also ensuring your place. “fuck...fuckiloveyou,” he moans prettily. you have to hold yourself back from smiling around him, focusing on breathing through your nose. “not gonna - not gonna last.” 

you hum onto him to let him know it’s okay, and it only makes his dick jump once more. at your end, you pull off him with a deep breath into your mouth and a string of saliva stretching between your lips and his cock. you kiss him languidly from his base all the way up his shaft before taking his tip and sucking earnestly. you use your hands, slick with spit and pre cum, to pump the rest of him, and now he grips your hair tight and can’t help but jump up into your touch at each pull of his sensitive tip. his groans drawl out of his mouth so nicely that you’re sure they’ll echo through your mind for many times to come. 

“y/n, y/n,” he pants, his attempt at a heads up - not that you need one. you can feel him twitching in your small hands. immediately, you push your head back down onto him properly, and his moan is practically guttural as he jerks into your throat, his hands cupping the back of your head in place as hot spurts of his cum shoot into the back of your mouth. you caress his balls with one hand and run a thumb over one of his largest veins with the other while your tongue circles him, riding out his high as possible until he has to pull you off him. 

you swallow a few times to clear the salty taste. armin stares down at you with a chest that rises and falls deeply, mesmerized by your lashes batting and the smile you give him while you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. usually so articulate, he can’t even form thoughts to describe how he feels. the only thing his mind knows is you, you you. 

“c’mere,” he mumbles, voice deeper than before. he takes your hands to help pull you up onto one of his thighs, cupping your face and bruising your lips in a kiss that tells you all that he can’t put into words. 

when you part for a breath, you nod in understanding, nose brushing his. your heart hurts, but it’s a different hurt. a good hurt. 

“let’s get some sleep, yeah?” you whisper. armin places a hand on the back of your neck and presses his face into your shoulder, nodding tiredly. his head is limp in the junction between your neck and shoulder as you tuck him back into his pants. then, you gently push his chest to bring his back to the cushions. you adjust slightly so that you both lay on your sides, facing each other. you bury yourself somewhere close to his neck and he loses his hands in your hair, breathing you in and letting the feeling of your arms wrapped so, so tightly around him bring him comfort he doesn’t easily recall. he lets the sensation of being taken care of re-enter his chest, and it’s warm, and soft, and he drifts off to sleep. 

#nia.armin #nia.txt #nia.nsfw #armin arlert #armin arlert x reader #attack on titan #aot #snk #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan x reader #armin smut #armin x reader #armin headcanons

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i got the emperor. can i get friends with benefits with reiner braun?

(THANK YOU FOR SUCH CREATING THIS BEAUTIFUL EVENT, NIA! i remember when i saw your wheel event? it is cool, too!)

THE EMPEROR — REINER + FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS. [NSFW, 18+]

“dude, stop, why do you keep going on your phone?” 

“because it’s a bad movie, connie.” 

jean and connie’s bickering overlaps with the dialogue of the truthfully really awful action film connie put on for you all. still, you’ve been trying to pay attention despite that, and the arguing has you giving up on your attempt as you throw your head back into the cushion in exasperation. you’re sat on the long end of the L shaped couch with a popcorn bowl separating you from sasha, jean beside her and mikasa beside him. adjacent to mikasa is the love seat, which connie takes up with his legs stretched out, forcing armin to sit on the floor with his back against the seat and his legs braced against the bottom shelf of the coffee table. finally, across the same table is where eren and reiner sit on the floor, playing paper football on the table.

yeah...tonight’s movie night is turning out anything but interesting. 

as jean and connie dissolve into more petty fighting, mikasa gets up and nudges the brunette’s knees to get him to scooch into her spot so she can take his place next to sasha. the two girls start their own small conversation with sasha picking up the popcorn bowl to offer some to her friend. 

bored, bored. you’re so terribly bored, and after the frankly irritating week you’ve had, you were hoping your friday night with friends would feel a bit more alive. 

“man, fuck you.” you lift your head at eren’s voice to see him probably lose another game. he slumps onto the coffee table, effectively squishing the makeshift football field. reiner smiles devilishly. he’s sat the closest to the tv with his back slightly turned to it so that from where you sit, it’s easy to make eye contact with him without him having to turn. 

he leans back and braces his weight onto his palms on the floor, and just so, his eyes meet yours. he grins at knowing you saw his win, and you smile back with a quirked brow and tired eyes. for a moment he looks concerned. your only response is sticking your tongue out as if to say bleh, a clear communication to him of your mood. his smile is sympathetic. in fact, his entire appearance tonight looks uncharacteristically unthreatening. the beefy guy usually scares away any first years in sight. tonight, though, his hair rests comfortably on his forehead, and in place of a usually tight t-shirt he wears a big blue knit sweater that looks like the definition of warmth. you think about how nice a hug from him would be right about now. 

you refocus from your thoughts when you see that he’s tilting his head at you. his brows raise in proposition and he subtly nods—somewhere. somewhere behind him, next to him. it doesn’t matter where exactly, but the general message is anywhere but here, and it’s obvious what other activity he has in mind. 

you roll your eyes, but the smile on your face gives you away. 

“sasha.” you brush the girl’s thigh. she turns to you with a mouth stuffed with popcorn and a hm? sound. “i’m gonna take a nap in your room, ‘kay?” she nods with another mumble around her mouthful, and you can’t help but feel bad at the lie as you pat her thigh and push off the couch. 

you’re laid out on her bed for probably around ten minutes, parallel to the headboard with your legs dangling off the end. you’re about to text reiner and ask where he is when the door cracks open softly. you crane your head down to watch as he slips inside like a gentle giant before turning to you.

“what’d you say?” 

“that annie needed a ride home from her match,” he laughs. 

“you idiot.” you sit up. “annie never needs a ride.” reiner’s chest rumbles with a laugh as he approaches the bed until he’s right between your legs. you drop the crown of your head onto his hard abdominal muscles. 

“think they know?” 

you ponder for a moment.

“mikasa, probably.” he hums his agreement. his hands are flat as they move down your arms, practically leading them to his belt loops. “she probably hasn’t said anything ‘cause the thinks we’re, like, in love or something.” reiner laughs again, and it gently bumps your head against him.

“how nice of her.” this time you’re humming agreement as you obey his silence cue. your fingers find the button on his jeans and undo them, then the zipper. his semi is already looking up at you through the jeans, so you’re quick in pulling down the pants and observing the tent in his boxers. 

“that was fast,” you comment. 

“your fault,” reiner says, tapping a finger at your bare thighs. yes—you wore these little shorts today that put your thighs on nice display. you smile to yourself egotistically before taking his shaft through the fabric and directing the leaky head to your mouth. you lick and suckle at the wet cotton for a minute, darkening it with your spit and his precum while he forces his grunts into heavy exhales. 

“quit teasing.” his hand is wrapped around your wrist in an instant, and in the next instant, you’re on your stomach. your shorts are off in another instant. he doesn’t so much as take your panties off, instead yanking them to the side and pulling his stiff cock out of his boxers. the feel of his tip against your cunt has you flinching, because no matter how many tries you get to become acclimated to his insane size, you never really will. but he’s already pushing into you after gathering up your slick—”all this just from licking at me?” he comments. 

“reiner...too big...” you mewl. he hooks his hands around the front of your thighs to pull you close and prop your ass up for him. he slaps it once, twice, before bending over your frame with a huge arm on either side of your body.

“you can take it,” he growls as you feel him sink into you inch by inch. his sounds are low and primal as he feels your gummy walls embrace him. yours, on the other hand, are high and involuntarily loud. you bury your head into the sheets to keep quiet, but reiner is pulling you up with a hand around your neck in an instant. “mm-mm. lemme hear you.” he finally bottoms out with a low hiss, pressing his cheek to your ear so you’re as close to him as possible when he says, “let them hear you.” 

note: yeahhh...idk why this turned kinky LMFAOO but i hope you enjoyyy!

NIA’S 999 EVENT.

#nia.reiner #nia.nsfw #nia.txt #reiner smut #reiner x reader #reiner imagine #reiner braun #reiner headcanons #reiner braun x reader #reiner braun headcanons #reiner braun smut #nias999

[pinkchanelbag]

inumaki and his fuckin biting love language + a fat s/o...good luck charlie because. he’s a fucking fiend. you actually can’t even blame him there’s so much fat for him to CHOMP on at any time for any reason.

y’all laying in bed on your phones? he’s nibbling on the chub of your arm absentmindedly.

he’s bored and wants your attention? he’ll nip at your stomach with increasing pinch until you’re murmuring toge ow and he’s huffing tuna at you.

he’s mad at you but can’t stay mad at you? will bite your whole chubby ass cheek and it will hurt. he knows. he does it on purpose. 

he’s hittin it from the back and his hands are sunk completely into your love handles, practically disappearing into the flesh and he’s obsessed, falling until he’s pressed up behind you while rutting into you and he’s biting onto the fat at your shoulder blades with deep grunts. 

thigh and ass bites go without saying. he lives between your legs, even when he’s not eating you out like a man starved or leaving marks alllll over you. you are his pillow, deal with it. 

will bite your fingers?? like if he’s holding your hand and kinda inspecting it and the way your fingers are so cute and chubby he just gotta nom on them sometimes. 

not biting related, but he will cuddle up into your collarbone and blow raspberries into the fat under your chin just to see you laugh. 

#inumaki #inumaki toge #inumake toge x reader #inumake toge headcanons #jjk x reader #inumaki x reader #nia.txt #nia.inumaki #nia.nsfw