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tmi but guys i’ve been so ia bc i’ve lowkey been getting fucked every other night i’m really sorry

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MY DRY SPELL IS OVER!!!!!

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jakeeeee please push it in deeper i promise i can take it i love ur dick sooooooooooooooo much never take it out harderharderharderrrrjeoeowowekrk

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i move to college tomorrow and i’m lowkey scared :(

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One thing about me I always gotta take it one step further and raise u Mikasa ejaculating strap (also are u an nctzen?)

omg bc i was literally thinking abt writing mikasa w an ejaculating strap but didn’t know what people would think of it 🙈 but yesss she’s so excited to finally try it out—folds your knees up good and flush against your chest and drives into you soooo deep 😩 she’s so gentle and tender it almost feels like the first time! but she literally turns into an animal when she hears you whisper, “i wanna be so full of you,”followed by, “please, please cum in me.” as your lips bow into a pout and your toes curl up so tight that they might cramp.

her mind literally goes blank as she’s pumping you full, it’s like she’s got tunnel vision and all she can think of is how pretty you’d look getting stuffed full of her cum. it trickles from your hole so tantalizingly. she can’t help but drag her tongue through your cunt and spit the residue back into your mouth 😩

(& no i wouldn’t consider myself an nctzen but i am getting into nct and learning abt the fandom. fun fact the bandmate!mikasa fic was inspired by mahae/mahyuck lollllll)

[nininikki]

AHHHH im screaming this is canon 🙏

somewhere in the distant universe exists a version of mikasa that wears her strap under her clothes so she can easily handle you whenever you act up

[nininikki]

hurts so good — mikasa ackerman

content warnings: slow, timid strokes from mikasa. this is just porn.

author’s note: nikki 🧟‍♀️ want 🧟‍♀️ strap… nikki 🧟‍♀️ need 🧟‍♀️ strap…

she's got a new strap. it's thicker, heavier. leaves a bruise when she slaps it on your cheek. you couldn't care less, though. you saw the extra girth as a challenge. you would get to feel her inside of you in a whole new way.

when she's getting ready to push that first inch in, you're laying flat on your stomach. skirt hiked above your hips, mouth bruised with the remnants of a heavy make out session. you steal a glance at it from behind as she's lining herself up with your hole.

it's thick. so thick it hardly fits in your hand when you reach back to coax it inside of you. “can you put it in please?” you plead, meeting her slated grey eyes. she takes her bottom in between her teeth, a telltale sign you're close to getting what you want.

“you sure?” she asks. one of her palms slides up and down the back of your thigh. “i know it's not what you're used to.”

don't care, you think. at the same time, mikasa's reaching over to the nightstand and retrieving a bottle of lube. she squirts a healthy amount in her palm before stroking it over the length of her cock in only the most mouth-watering way. her eyes don't leave yours as she fucks her hand. your words leave your mouth as a soft breath. “just work the tip in first.”

mikasa presses a messy, open-mouthed kiss between your shoulder blades as she does what she's told. she pushes in, and your mouth falls open around a piercing whine as you revel in being utterly stretched. you clench helplessly around it, so hungry and so full at the same time. “i know, baby, i know.” mikasa murmurs, rocking her hips in shallow thrusts. it's just enough to sate you all while keeping you needy. her hands cage around the small of your back, pressing it into a small arch. “but you're doing so good. aren't you?”

“mhm.” you whimper as she slides in another half inch. your hands grip desperately at the sheets beneath you.

“no, say it for me. use your words.” you feel her hands slide down your back and land at your hips, pressing encouraging squeezes into the skin. the contact leaves you both dizzy and desperate to feel her deeper.

“i'm doing so good.” the words leave your mouth a dumb, fucked out whisper, punctuated with a shriek as mikasa pushed in another inch.

“atta girl.”

you glance back at her, wetting your bottom lip before asking, “can i have the whole thing?”

her eyes darken as voice drops a noticeable octave. “you sure you ready?”

“please,” you nod. “wanna feel you so deep inside me.”

a gulp passes down her throat. mikasa doesn't take her eyes off yours as she bottoms out in one fluent thrust.

a sweet chorus of your moans fill the air. it's so much at once—the fullness, the stretch, the overwhelming pleasure that makes the hint of pain so much more worth it.

from then, she's driving into you at a languid rhythm, accentuating her movements with an occasional slap against your ass. “hurts so good!” you rasp once she's especially deep, the tip of her cock dotting kisses against your cervix. “please don't stop, baby. please, please.”

“shhh,” mikasa sighs. her hand snakes its way to your stomach and lays flat against the bulge being created by her length “i'm right here.” she presses gently—almost lovingly—over it. “and i'm not going anywhere.”

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guys if i made a tiktok would y’all follow it

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y/n talking about mikasa in bandmates

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“PAUSING IN THE 🐱 IS RUNNING 😂🤷🏽‍♀️”

+18 MDI. WARNINGS. baddie!reader x boyfriend!gojo, light college/university themes, established relationship, spendin’ the night vibes, boo loving, KIDS SEE GHOSTS gets a feature, unprotected sex, edging, rough sex, salty & sweet. 1.8K

a.n: okay but facts tho??? anyways, I saw this tweet earlier today and instantly got inspired. so here’s a little 1.8k porn w/ side of plot for yeah. It’s nothing too serious, just vibes and good sex. (I ran outta steam towards the end so it’s a bit rushed…[does that mean I’m running too?] apologies!)

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You’re halfway through highlighting another mind-numbing textbook chapter on your iPad when it pings with an iMessage notification sliding down the screen:

I’m boutta pull up soon.

No question mark. No “you busy tonight?” Just a straight up announcement that he’s OTW, as if you have nothing else better to do on this fine Tuesday evening.

You switch over to your phone, pull the message up, and stare at the screen for a beat— thumb hovering over. You should tell him no. Remind him about your exam coming up later this week, and that this was supposed to be one of your sacred, uninterrupted study nights that you were pushing yourself all last week to sit down and get through. But the irritation twisting in your chest tangles up with that little flutter in your stomach you hate admitting is excitement. Because if he’s already “boutta pull up”, that means you’ve got maybe thirty minutes to take a quick everything shower and slip into something that’ll make the miles put on his engine worth the ride over.

By the time his black coupe eases up to the curb, you’re rushing down the steps, heart racing with every tick of the countdown waiting for his “outside” text.

You open the front door just in time to see him coming up the porch steps. He’s got on nothing fancy but a slim-fit stretched over his shoulders and grey sweats hanging low enough to almost make you forget every PSY 425 vocab term you reviewed tonight.

“You didn’t even ask.” You say instead of hi, stepping back to let him in after pulling you into a tight hug.

He shrugs, like asking never crossed his mind. “Would’ve said yes anyway.”

You roll your eyes, turning towards the stairs. “Come on. Try to be quiet though— Utahime and Shoko are in their rooms. I’m not tryna hear their mouths later.”

“You know I’m not worried about them.” His voice drops to a low whisper as the stairs creak beneath your steps. His presence presses warm and solid right behind you, and just when you hit the landing, his hand slides up the underside of your thigh, giving it a quick squeeze. You shoot him a look over your shoulder— half annoyed, half amused.

“What?” He asks, all fake innocent.

“I’m serious.”

“Alright.” He says, but there’s a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, like he’s already planning to risk breaking that promise just to see your face balled up.

The rest of the apartment's dark, except for the soft glow spilling from your bedroom down the hall. Inside, the air is thick with the soft vanilla-cashmere scent from a candle burning in the corner of your room, musics playing low on your TV— something slow and bass-heavy that he immediately clocks with a raised brow.

“Kids See Ghosts?” He asks, shutting the door behind him and slipping off his sneakers to kick to the side.

You pick up on the lyrics— some track called Cudi Montage— pushing your sheets back to grab the remote.

“I just put anything on, wasn’t really listening.”

“It’s cool, you can leave it.” He steps to the edge of your bed, shuffling under the blankets. “What, you doing homework?” He asks, lifting your iPad to set it on the nightstand.

“Yeah, I was—” You tut, like the folder full of old course handouts on your bed isn’t obvious enough. “And I’m not finished either, so you’re gonna have to give me a couple minutes. I’m almost done, I was studying.”

“Where’s the pencil?” You ask, reaching for your iPad, ready to dive back into work.

For a split second he fishes around under the sheets like it’s a treasure hunt. “Right here.” He says, sliding the pencil across the bed to you.

You take it, eyes flicking to him as he shifts further under the comforter, sinking into your pillows with that ‘I’m-not-going-anywhere’ air around him.

“I just got five more pages.” You remind yourself, biting back a smile. “And then you got my attention for the rest of the night.”

“Do your thing.” He lets out a slow, lazy yawn, shifting onto his side to pull you close, his arms slide around your waist like he’s already halfway to sleep— but his eyes are wide open, watching you with that damn smirk that makes your heart skip. Focusing feels impossible now, but you blink it out, determined to finish up.

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You really did try to keep your head down. Apple pencil damn near dying, with your iPad screen split between the GoodNotes page you been jotting notes on and your classes online textbook, highlighted in rainbow colors like some flag of productivity.

He’d said he didn’t mind—

“Act like I’m not here, keep working.”

“I just came to chill with you.”

— and you believed him. Thought this time around you could handle him being next to you, quiet.

Except Satoru is never really quiet. Not when his legs are intertwining with yours under the blanket. Not when his hands are rubbing down your thighs like he’s looking for warmth. Not when you can feel his stare on you, even when your eyes stay glued to the screen.

“You’re doing it again.” You murmur without looking up.

“Doing what?” He sits up, voice low enough that his breath ghosts over your neck.

“That thing where you pretend you’re not distracting me.”

“I’m not pretending.” His hand drags slow inbetween your thighs, fingers squeezing just enough to make your ApplePencil slip on the page. “I’m just here. You’re the one distracted.”

“Don’t piss me off…”

“Ain’t nobody pissing you off.” He says back, smug. He knows. You don’t even know why you still try.

One touch turns into another. Your iPad gets nudged aside. Then he kisses up your neck from your collar bone slowly like he’s testing you— like he’s giving you an easy out— and then to side of your jaw, wet, when you don’t pull away.

It’s how you end up here. Arched over your bed with your cheek against the sheets, his hands gripping your hips. The slow grind of him pushing in, stretching you open, stealing your breath before you can even think about finding it again.

He’s already too deep, too much, but he’s still holding you like he’s got all night. And then he stops— hips pressed tight against your ass, still buried to the hilt.

You shift, about to ask why, but he’s leaning over you, chest against your back, lips brushing the top of your spine. “Hold on.” He warns, voice rougher than before. “Just… give me a second. Hold on.”

“Oh my god.” You can’t help the little laugh. “What, you tired already?”

A low sound rumbles against your back. “Don’t start. He mutters, voice deep but shaky in a way you catch instantly. “I’m not tryna nut just yet…”

“You running?”

“I’m not—” He cuts himself off, sucking his teeth like you’re the one being a fool. His hips give one slow rock, so deep your eyes roll before you can push the joke further. “Not running.”

The distraction almost works— until you feel him shift, head dipping to press a kiss between your shoulder blades. Then another, right along your spine, each one slow enough you feel the shape of his mouth. His hand smooths down your side, holding you there like you might try and wriggle away if he doesn’t.

He’s not fucking you, not really. Just rocking deep, keeping himself seated so far inside you that every breath feels weighted. You can feel him throbbing— every twitch, every little fight he’s losing against himself.

You exhale through a laugh you can’t hold in, clenching down around him. “Mm… sounds like running to me. Pausing in the kitty means you’re running.”

His reply is only but a low hum, one that vibrates against your skin. “Sounds like I’m lettin’ you breathe.” He drags his mouth lower, teeth grazing lightly at your waist before pulling back to kiss it. “You wanna talk or you wanna cum?”

The slow roll of his hips makes you arch, hands clutching at the sheets. “Can’t cum if you’re not gonna move.”

“I’m tryna get you there.” His voice is warm and smug now, even as his breathing gives away how close he still is. Another long, deliberate grind has you clenching around him again, and he groans— low, like it’s pulled out of him. “Do that again.”

“I thought you ain’t wanna nut?” You clench down again, circling your hips as you rock back against him. He’s rock hard now, and as much as you don’t want this to end, you do still really want to finish cracking you down so you can finally call it night.

“Toru~” You whine, feet kicking up against his backside to nudge him along. Then a rough hand slaps your ass and your pussy clenches involuntarily. You hate when he does this shit. You’re ovulating, you know he doesn’t want to risk it. But all he had to do was remember to bring enough condoms with him and y’all could have been getting it on up to round three.

“Stop it.” He warns. Hands tightening around your waist, nails digging in just a little to remind you he’s got you where he wants you. Then his other hand slides lower, trailing down your body until they brush over your pussy, fingers slicking up wet.

Your breath hitches when he slips a thumb slow and wet between your cheeks, dragging it up until it presses against your asshole, just barely teasing it. Heat starts to pull deep in your belly and your pussy clenches again, needy and aching. He watches your reaction, lips curling like he’s got the best secret.

“You like that?” He murmurs, thumb pressing firmer, slick sliding over the tight muscle as you press back without shame.

“Fuck.” You breathe, voice catching on the word. “You’re so fucking nasty, I swear.”

“You don’t know nasty yet.” He hums, hips rocking slow and controlled, that makes you shudder.

“Hold still. Don’t make me lose it.”

Your world narrows to the slick slide of his thumb, the stretch inside you, and the fire building with every second. You clench, pulse, moan low, and finally— finally— he moves again.

His hips snap forward hard, setting a brutal pace that has you gasping, fists clenching into the sheets to stop you from riding up the bed. Every thrust hits that sweet spot, making your walls squeeze him tighter.

“Yeah?” He pants, voice rough as fuck in your ear. “How that feel?”

“Good.” You whine, barely able to get the words out, chest rising and falling, sweat all over your skin. “‘So fucking good…”

“What else?” He grabs your hips with both hands, thumbs digging into your back as he fucks you like he’s trying to prove a point. His mouth finds the curve of your neck again, biting, kissing, marking. Fucking you harder and deeper, chasing the edge he was holding back.

“Talk to me.” He rasps, breath hot against your ear. “Say my name.”

You do. Breathless, desperate. “Toru.”

His fingers squeeze your hips, thumb brushing over your skin, pulling you closer with a deep, rough thrust that makes your whole body shake.

“Say it again.”

“Toru.” You gasp, nails raking the sheets as he drags you back on every hard stroke.

“Keep talking.”

Your pussy clenches around him and his hand slides down, fingers finding your clit and rubbing tight circles in time with his thrusts. Your breath hitches, throat tight, body ready to explode.

“Don’t stop.” You cry out, voice shaking. “Fuck, don’t stop— Toru!”

His hips snap faster, every thrust deeper. You whine, everything spilling over— hot, tight, all-consuming. Your legs tremble, and he’s right there with you, grunting and cursing your name as pulls out, flipping you onto your back with ease

His dick twitches as he spills himself hot and milky across your stomach. You lay there, chest rising and falling, eyes locked on his, until he falls back onto his side in exhaustion.

“I wasn’t running.” He breathes out after a moment, arm slung across his eyes.

“You’re still on that?”

fin.

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it’s always so hard for me to write happy birthday mr president bc there’s so much going on all the time like every time i’m abt to describe reader’s outfit i go on pinterest for like 20 minutes to get inspiration bc i cannot write without a mental picture 😔😔😔😔

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to my fellow writers!! we all know by now google trains their ai on our works in docs, which sucks!! a great alternative i’ve been using is this website called ellipsus. it has an amazing user interface and is much more writer friendly than docs + you can add it to your home screen for more convenience.

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it cannot be stated enough how deeply i need this man inside of every hole i possess i mean that in such a real way GOD PLEASE

[nininikki]

So sad bc I sent some crazy mikasa strap smut in your inbox a while ago but I think tumblr ate my ask </3 I need her so bad tho do you have any dom mikasa thoughts by chance?

cw : smut, dom! mikasa, mikasa and reader are 19, hickeys/marking, not proof read, headcanons, strap-ons, sex toys, scissoring, boob groping.

a/n : ahhhhhhh sorry that i haven’t been able to reply to your ask! i’m not sure if your ask was eaten or not, i’ll scavenge around to find it. buttttttt, as an apology, here’s some dom mikasa thoughts :))))

when people first meet mikasa, they wouldn’t easily believe mikasa was any sort of freak because she’s just so… reserved and polite?

and you thought the same, but once you two started dating, things quickly were made apparent.

dom! mikasa isn’t afraid to harshly yank your legs up and get in between them.

she’s a BIG fan of leaving marks, especially on your thighs and legs. whenever you wear shorts or short skirts, they make an appearance that can’t help but make mikasa pleased.

by the way! good way to make mikasa ache to bend you over on the nearest table is to wear the absolute tiniest shorts or skirts you have. good luck walking later, soldier!

LOVES your legs. calves, thighs, butt (if that counts)… she loves it all!

tends to smear her makeup on you while in the middle of sex. you have a sneaking suspicion that she may be doing it on purpose, as well… (she 100% is)

because of this, she likes wearing her signature dark, thick mascara, purple eyeshadow, cherry red lipstick, and gloss. it all added together with your hickeys to create a complete work of art on you.

she has her more tame sex toys in her nightstand drawer, but she keeps all her wacky, more elaborate toys in a drawer in her apartment somewhere, just in case you’re on the same wavelength as her and looking to get your guts rearranged.

your neighbors are NOT fans of you two! and you try to keep it down, but it’s just impossible, unfortunately for them.

mikasa thrives off of making your pussy feel like it’s on fire. she’ll sink her lubricated fake cock in and out of you, leaving and entering at breakneck speed. you love how buff mikasa is, but sometimes her stamina is INSANE to keep up with.

watching your tits hop in circles while mikasa rubs herself on you is what she deems a reward after making you cum so quick after the first round. her folds enveloping yours, she’ll lean over to slowly grope your breasts, no matter how fast she was pounding her cunt into you.

but once the both of you have been thoroughly satisfied, she’s the sweetest when it comes to aftercare, insisting on getting you water and started a bath for the two of you ^^

[nininikki]

somewhere in the distant universe exists a version of mikasa that wears her strap under her clothes so she can easily handle you whenever you act up

[nininikki]

i move to college in exactly one week i need to meet a frat boy who looks like this and only has eyes for me

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wink, wink — eren jaeger

content warnings: whipped bf!eren, cunnilingus, anal (eren loves your butt so much)

author’s note: this came to me in a vision.

eren loved your ass. literally and figuratively.

figuratively. he truly hadn’t been able to get enough of you since the day you first caught his eye. and with your permission, he happily attached himself to your hip from then on.

literally. eren was, for lack of a better word, obsessed with your butt. how cute and perky it looked in a good pair of jeans. the way it was more than capable of swallowing up the fabric of whatever underwear you wore. watching it move with every sauntering step you took around his apartment. eren could probably spend the rest of his life looking at only your ass and never complain.

soon, it wasn’t enough for eren to just plant a kiss on each cheek before burying himself inside you from behind. he needed something stronger to satiate his growing appetite.

“can i kiss it, just this one time?” he asked one night, face already soaked from the impossible-to-tell amount of time he spent eating your pussy. your back was curved into a beautiful arch. toes curled, eyes blown with lust. you were so pretty like this, with everything on full display to him. your cunt was a mess of tender stickyness, clit peeking through your puffy folds as though it were a hidden diamond.

but then, there it was. the muse of all his recent fantasies. puckered and practically calling to him from above. saying, kiss me, kiss me. it’ll make her feel so good. his mouth watered more with every second he looked at it.

“please, baby? wanna hear the kind of sounds you make.” eren begged. you gave in with a shallow nod and your eyes fluttered closed.

barely a second was wasted before his mouth was on you. tasting the skin off the globes of your ass cheeks first before fully diving in. eren could feel you growing impatient. feet kicking up, rocking yourself against nothing. that’s when he did it.

he pressed a soft, wet kiss squarely on your asshole. and judging by the soft mewl that passed through your lips, you liked it very much. he did it once more, this time kissing your hole like he would your lips—slow, messy, and darting his tongue out every couple seconds just to get a better taste.

“oh, eren, that feels—” your words were halted when he spread your cheeks apart further and flattened his tongue over you. it was clear you were trying to speak, but the only thing leaving your mouth were tortured little gasps.

but he didn’t stop there. he swirled the tip of his tongue around the rim, getting drunk on your taste and the way you winked under his ministrations. “you like how my tongue feels on your ass, baby?”

before you could even answer, he was dropping a thick string of spit over your hole and watching it drip, drip, drip until it was meshing with the slick covering your pussy.

from then on, eren’s obsession with your ass only grew.

it didn’t take long for his appetite to evolve. eren couldn’t just eat your ass anymore. he had to massage your rim with the pads of his fingers until you were shaking. and when that wasn’t enough, he had to push his middle finger in while you winked and clenched around him.

“look at how good she swallowed my finger up.” he whispered, simultaneously to you and no one in particular. he always went a little crazy whenever he was in your ass. “so greedy.”

you, the angel you were, so pliant and willing. you could never refuse him his carnal—or more fittingly, anal—desires. not when it felt so good for you too. “can you push it in a little deeper?” you asked, looking back at him in utter wanting.

and eren smiled, because of course he could.