#mikasa x black reader

[chrollohearttags]

CHARM’D • mikasa ackerman

your fiancée gets a new piercing and you decide to have some fun with it.

content + themes: nail tech!mikasa, black fem!reader, y/n is a lash tech, subby mika, her and y/n cracking jokes on each other, overstimulation, pillow humping, use of toys, scissoring, heavy squirting, fingering, bratty mika, gay bestie!armin cameo

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.─── ── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* : ── ･

most people would say working with your significant other seems like a great time. Being around the one person you love more then life itself and earning a living at the same time? You couldn’t ask for a better deal. However, it did have its challenging moments..discipline and focus is an important part of anyone’s employment. Regardless of the job but especially when tending to someone’s beauty and esthetic needs, it was imperative to pay attention. Hence why your fiancée despised the fact that you were working alongside her as her new lash tech some days! Granted, she was thrilled to have you around and with an extra service and set of hands around, you guys’ income practically tripled. So it was a pretty sweet deal. However, you didn’t make it easy…in fact, you acted as if giving her a hard time was your actual occupation..

“Are you sure we can’t just fill them in and work around it? C’mon, Mika. You sure you can’t just do your magic?”

“Sweetheart, how long have you been a client of mine? I’m an artist, not a repair woman. Two things I refuse to do is fly coach and work over other people’s fuck ups. Now let’s soak these off so I can give you a fresh set. While you’re waiting, Armin can get you in the shampoo bowl. Since he’s sitting on his skinny ass, doing nothing.”

needless to say, it was never a dull moment! You guys’ hairstylist and resident smartass, Armin Artlert was currently seated in one of the styling chairs, typing away on his phone.

“And don’t forget looking cute. Just blind and grouchy.”

“Whatever. Help her before I suddenly find your replacement.”

it was obvious that the normally laid back nail tech was in rare form this morning. Not so much rude or angry but definitely on edge a little. The shop was a little busy but nothing more than usual for the Sugar and Spice Haus. It was normal for clients to be waiting outside the door so she couldn’t have been frazzled by that. So what exactly had her acting so strange? Perhaps it was a question better answered by the one person who knew her better than anyone else..and who ironically was the root cause of the issue!

“Oh, don’t pay her any attention, y’all. She’s just a little worked up. Isn’t that right, baby?”

just then, a rather gleeful (y/n) would come traipsing from the back of the salon..strapless dress and sandals, holding a caddy full of lash supplies. In return, the only thing you were met with was a decorated middle finger and the roll of dark, doe eyes. Your fiancée was quite the bratty thing when she wanted to be but she was oh so cute….

“Oh shut up. I’m not talking to you right now.”

hence why you took immense pleasure in teasing her among other things..something that began long before the two of you even opened shop this morning..

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.─── ── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* : ── ･

flashback: earlier that morning..

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.─── ── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* : ── ･

“Oh God!…yes..right there!…”

“Aw, is that your spot, baby? Are you gonna come?”

the high pitch, condescending coo spouting from your lips rang off into the ears of your very whiny and overstimulated fiancée. Who had just been sleep only twenty minutes prior or so it would appear. Because as the two of you awoke for the morning, ready to start another day in the home and salon you shared as not only lovers, but business partners…you were met with a rather pleasant surprise. Faint whimpers and the sight of your precious Mikasa grinding herself against her pillow. Her tits spilling from her tank top; fondled in her palms, hair brushing against the sheets and her panties tugged to the side as her bare slit rubbed profusely against the memory foam material. She had to have been in utter bliss from the sounds erupting from her mouth. Not only that, she looked so sexy..however, you knew it was rather unbecoming of your woman too. Granted, your sex life was anything but mundane and the two of you took any opportunity plausible to fuck, lick or kiss on one another. However, for the past few days or so, she seemed to be evading you. Claiming to be far too exhausted for any sort of sexual activity. She’d shower alone and even halt you if things got too intense. One would think that was indicative of infidelity and that their partner was with someone else. But alas, her dirty little secret came to light and needless to say, you’d return the pent up sexual frustration ten fold!..

“Oh? What’s this?…” she just knew that once you unveiled the truth, you’d never allow her to live it down. And she was correct.

“(Y/N)..baby…fuck me!..”

the truth was, she had snuck behind your back and acquired a clit piercing. More than likely from the same artist who had decorated her skin in the plethora of tattoos she sported. But what she hadn’t counted on was becoming so hypersensitive afterwards. It was one of those things that could go either way, depending on the person. Getting piercings in intimate area could either make you lose all feeling or make you super sensitive to the touch. For poor Mikasa, she was the latter to a fault! You would’ve thought that she would’ve learned her lesson when she got her nipples pierced and they sent her into a frenzy with something as simple as putting on a bra on. But you were more than happy to meet her request..flipping her over onto her back, (y/n) promptly shoved your tongue into her mouth; jaw agape and slack from being on the brink of climax. Her pierced nipples puffy and erect and of course..that adorable little clit; marked with a silver ball and bar going through it. It looked so cute and she looked even more precious..practically begging for you to claim her. Slick surrounded that fat pussy of hers and you just knew she was close.

“Oh you poor thing…you’ve been holding out on me…don’t worry, mama. I’ll take care of you..”

reassuring her with your lips honing on her neck. Tender kisses trailing down her throat and those fingers following suit to her mound. Tracing your digits across her freshly waxed skin, you’d tease around the area, refusing to touch the actual bud. “But first..I need you to do sum’ for me, okay?” So gently cooing to her. At this point, she was desperate so she was at your mercy.

“Yes, baby!..whatever you want..”

crying out as you moved your fingertips lower as well as your mouth, leaving them to hover over her jeweled nipples. Drawing a long trail of saliva along with you in the process. That’s when you’d shove those two opposite fingers between her lips and force her to suckle, drumming up her own spit. “Suck on these f’r me. Get them wet…just like that.” She’d happily comply, knowing that you’d help her reach her peak soon. Whilst she was busy drooling and whining, you’d ease one digit inside of her with your thumb resting on her clit. She looked so helpless and vulnerable..turning you on more and more by the second. Mikasa’s back would raise from the bed as you pushed those digits knuckle deep into her core. You’d feel them suction and tighten around you and continue pressing until they were stained with a sheath of milky white and sticky clear liquid..dripping all down your nails. You kept them short just for special instances like these. So you could pump them in and out her pretty pussy and watch her squirm, yelping for more.

“Ah! Haaaa…oh my god! Right there! Yes…”

“Aw, am I in your spot, baby? Are you gonna come?”

nodding her head profusely; your dormant thumb now tracing circles against her clit and even flicking that piercing for added stimulation. Needless to say, she couldn’t hold back any longer and seconds later, when you finally gave her permission, you’d find your arm, the sheets and anything surrounding you two drenched in her juices. Squirting everywhere..and became inconsolable afterwards. “That’s it!…let it go, let it go for meee..squirt on those fingers.” Encouraging with loud cries ringing out through the bedroom. She was practically convulsing once you withdrew your fingers. Allowing them to drip, you’d dangle them over her lips and allow her to clean them off. “Mmmhm..taste yourself, baby…you look so pretty.”

running a hand along her torso and up to her throat yet again to wrangle her in for a kiss. Haven gotten a taste of her sweet essence, you decided to get your entire fill by finally leaving a trail of pecks leading to her pelvis before tousling your own side of the covers off and climbing on top of her. Without missing a step, you’d part her inked up legs and pin one back whilst intertwining the other with your own. From there, you’d tear off the thin lacy panties she was wearing off and put them to much practical use like gagging her. From there, you’d align your frothing slits and start grinding them against one another. Tugging down your own sports bra; dressed in only a bonnet and having fallen asleep with nothing on your lower half, you had become well aroused on your own from her little escapades. With that, Mika would buck her hips forward and work herself against you; meeting your thrusting with tearful pleas to keep fucking her. “Don’t stop, baby! Please don’t fucking stop…” her voice was cracking but her words very concise and clear. Those perky tits bounced around underneath as she gripped the silk linen underneath your bodies. The smacking of your clammy folds and warmth made for a beautiful chorus of steamy, nasty sounds filling the atmosphere…she wasn’t the only one feeling the pressure either because you soon found yourself nearing an orgasm. “I’m gonna come too, mama…fuck! You feel so good..”

laughing out of pure delirium and pleasure, unable to slow down in fear that you’d come on the spot. Those sticky juices smeared across each of your thick thighs as those lower lips meshed together. Eventually, you’d find yourself leaning down to let your tongues clash as well. “Mmph! I love you…” “I love you too, Mika! Fuck, baby…come for me again..”

just then, she’d follow your order and flail around as another stream of juices exited both of your bodies. Spraying up everything in the vicinity. Rubbing those finger pads against her throbbing bud, (y/n) drummed out more and more until she couldn’t spill another drop. You found yourselves going round for round..drawing out one another’s arousal and all that you had to offer. An hour or so had past; an array of positions from being seated on her face while you ate her out, to riding a double sided dildo…

“Yes, baby! You look so pretty riding that fucking dick..go deeper..”

to finally ended your rather heated session with your fingers intertwined as you played with yourselves. Massaging those clots to your final climatic rushes. Coming down in a powerful high with tears streaming down your faces and squirt pooling down your legs. All in all, it seemed that her little piercing was a success and rather useful investment.. “C’mere..that feel good?..” “..yeah..thank you, baby..so much.” Fucked out and dazed from being overly stimulated. But neither of you regretted a thing..that was until you made another proposal with a deviant glare on your face..reaching over into the dresser, you’d retrieve another device: a controller vibrator. One you planned to utilize on her throughout the work day!

“Hell no, (y/n)! I can’t..”.

but it was too late..you had already placed it inside of her and would be utilizing it until you had your fill. You wanted to see how she fared with her little body modification when you were the one in control..and throughout an entire day of work.

maybe next time she wouldn’t keep such secrets from you!

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@soanis @merakidoll

[prncessjaeger]

kiss it better ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

⋆୨୧˚ now, imagine coming home to your cute loft apartment from shopping as soft rock music playing from your’s and mikasa’s main bedroom tv and you bring home a big collection of lip glosses and other makeup products, “okay, so i went to sephora with sasha right, i mean you would know since you sent me money for it but! i got like 12 lipglosses and i wanted you to try them for me?”

she watched you changed into a cute pink shirt and short set, matching the same one mikasa had on (but her’s was black obvi) “try them on…? “yeah, like this,” you went and straddled the seemingly opened up spot on her lap and pulled out a random roller lip gloss and rubbed it on your lips, pulled her face towards yours and kissed her lips, “is it…grape?” “yes! now here’s some more gloss…i think it’s the sticky kind, but anyways c’mere,” she pushed her bangs from her face and puckered her lips once again, feeling the gloss more prominent on her lips, “try not to lick it this time,” smacking her teeth, she rubbed them together inhaling the very loud scent, “hmm blue raspberry?” mimicking the wrong sound, “wrong! it’s blueberry-”

“same thing and don’t go saying ‘well blue raspberry isn’t a fruit’ either, i know” she fixed your frames and still moved her bangs, “wait hold on-” you leaned over her, ignoring the rubs on your ass she was giving you and grabbed two hair clips, “here, lemme fix your hair, yeah?” you put the clips in her hair and giggled, seeing her look all adorable, “aww now let’s try this on and then i can give you a whole makeover shebang!” “oh boy.”

ღ an: this was so short wtf

[666soulz]

jeweler!mikasa makes sure femalerapper!reader is the female rapper with the freshest prettiest pieces. her baby should never go outside without something around her neck. that’s offensive.

[umeoniii]

can you do bestfriend mikasa catches u masturbating and joins in? 🤭

bestfriend mikasa catching u masturbating

!: fem bodied reader, voyeurism, masturbation

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you sat on your bed, doing nothing but scrolling through your phone. your roomate mikasa was out to a party and would’ve been out until late. it was a very nice night and you should’ve just joined mikasa, but you decided it would be best to just stay home.

you got up and took a shower, then put on your pajamas and got back into your bed. you sat on your bed staring up at the ceiling thinking about your friend. you lowkey missed her, you didn’t like when she left you alone.

suddenly you felt an urge. a feeling of arousal, a longing for touch. the only touch in which you could receive was that of your own.

you reached under your bed to the shoebox filled with your personal possessions. you scrambled through your stuff pulling out your clear dildo.

you sat back up and pulled down your shorts and panties spitting on your fingers and rubbing it on your cunt. you held the dildo and pushed it inside yourself stifling a small moan.

you pushed the dildo in and out of yourself slowly. your soft hands went up your shirt as u squeezed your nipples. you gasped softly trying not to make so much noise. tears pricked in your eyes as your breathing got heavier each thrust. you shut your eyes tightly, your hands becoming shakier.

“hey what-” mikasa gasped peaking her head through the door.

her eyes went down to the dildo, still sunken into your wet pussy.

you covered your eyes with your arm closing your legs, embarrassed from the way your roomate saw you.

you felt the bed sink as mikasa sat down, her finger trailing your body. she kissed you softly on the lips before going down to your cunt. she forced your legs open and pulled out the toy, a string of cum stretching along with it.

she moved back to the bottom of the bed stuffing her middle and index finger into you causing you to gasp.

“the party ended earlier than i thought, someone snitched so like everyone had to leave.” she laughed softly thrusting her fingers into you. “sasha took me home, and never did i think i’d walk into you doing this.”

you felt your face become hot with embarrassment. she then removed her cum stained fingers and attached her mouth to your pussy.

she lapped and licked your sensitive clit causing you to squirm under her.

“oh my goodness mika.” you gasped, hands entangled in her black hair.

her tongue slipped into your hole, goin inside and out of you receiving nothing but soft whines from you as her hands groped your plush thighs.

while she continued to lick she grabbed the dildo from the side of you and slid it back into you. she pushed it in and out, cum coating it.

you held onto the covers as she sped up the pace, your cunt tightening around it.

“i hope you know y/n, you get very loud and these walls are very thin. there’s a whole lotta nights where i can hear you trying your hardest to be quiet.” her low eyes looked at your embarrassed face.

you felt the dildo rubbing your g spot, filling you and slamming into you. you rolled your hips, crying out mika’s name.

“mika m’ gonna cum.” you gasped

“okay” she kissed the inside of your thigh, watching you under her.

you slid your hand to rub your clit, biting the inside of your lip. she looked up at you, your back arched and eyes rolling back as your orgasm caught up to you.

mikasa layed her head on your tummy, your stomach rising and falling as you caught your breath.

“i lied about the party ending, i didn’t even go. i just stood outside your door listening to you” she chuckled softly.

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[lingeriae]

SESSION 32 BY SUMMERWALKER FT ONYANKOPON

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

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

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

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

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

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

not this time though.

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

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

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

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

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

fuck, he didn't even try to stay.

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

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

it takes one month.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

not as much as you loved him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"jus someone I used to know."

[st4rb3rr13s]

Bestie

Mikasa and you are best friends!

Warnings: head, scissoring, & fingering

I realized I never made a fic about Mikasa? WTH?? She’s my wife 🤦🏾‍♀️

“Quiet.” Mikasa mumbled.

“I’m sorry, Mika, I can’t help it.” You giggled. Mikasa stared at you in disbelief. She couldn’t believe you, her best friend, couldn’t stop laughing at her emo phase. As if you were any better, having your phases. She never laughed in your face.

“Fine, laugh all you want. I’m going to bed.” Mikasa scoffed, quickly turning her body in the opposite direction.

“Mika.” You sang, wrapping your arms around her. You watched as her eyes closed, trying to sleep. You giggled before kissing her neck. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you upset.”

“Go to sleep.” Mikasa responded. Your wide smile showed no sense of remorse, knowing she wasn’t actually mad. You gave her one quick peck on the cheek before lifting your leg on top of hers.

It was normal to see the two of you cuddling to sleep, especially on sleepovers like this. People would always see you two together, never being separated and always needing to be dependent on each other. Most thought the two of you were dating and the people who knew you two weren’t dating teased you about getting together.

Mikasa and you were just very close friends, besties as you called each other. You could tell Mikasa anything and in return she could do the same thing back. She loved you more than words could describe it and you loved her back.

You started to stir in your sleep. Your body wanted to move, and did it feel good. You eyes slowly opened, seeing Mikasa suck on your clit. You moaned out loud, not realizing she had started. You quickly ran your acrylic nails through her scalp before pushing her head deeper into your cunt.

You two were so close, so close you two have fucked plenty of times before. At parties, sleepovers, hangouts, even at the mall. You two never got caught by anyone because you passed it off as fixing each other’s makeup even if it looked more ruined.

“Fuck, Mikasa!” You gasped.

“Sh, you’ll wake my neighbors.” Mikasa muttered, before eating you out.

Her tongue starts to lap up your cunt before her nose pushes up against your clit. She wanted everything you had to offer, and in return she'd give you the same treatment. Your legs widened even farther, giving her more access to go deeper.

Your newly clustered lashes (which she did herself) start to cling off as sweat and tears fall from your eyelids. Moans could be heard from the bedroom as she kept moving her face up and down, making her nose give friction to your pulsing clit.

Mikasa knew you were close, she could tell from the way your pussy relishes on her tongue. She quickly stopped, watching your chest heave heavily, tiredly looking at her.

“Mikasa.” You whined. The girl smiled before coming up to kiss you. You could taste yourself on your lips. Before you knew what was happening you felt your clit becoming pushed on to hers.

“While you were busy getting your pussy ate.” Mikasa moaned. You felt as her clit pushed back into yours, making you moan out. “I was playing with mine. You get me so wet sweetheart.”

“Mikasa.” You moan.

Her tongue quickly found purchase onto your chest, sucking on your right nipple while her left hand started to play with the other nipple. She kept rocking her hips into yours, conjoining both of your arousal together. Your eyes closed, feeling sensitive to the sensation.

You started to push her away, feeling a tightness in your abdomen. Her other hand held your arms above you, humping you faster. You couldn’t keep down your voice as her name echoed among her four walls. You could hear the bed header slam onto the wall multiple times, the mattress creaking with every swift movement.

“Mikasa, I’m cumming! Please!” You screamed, creaming over her pussy.

She let you ride your orgasm, humping your pussy while sucking harder on your tits. She watched as tears poured from your eyes. Immediate relief was felt, as you started to breathe heavily. Your eyes opened, still feeling calm when you noticed she hadn’t cum yet.

Her innocent state was caught off guard as soon as your finger started to rub fast circles on her clit. Her moans echoed through the apartment, her body laying on top of yours. You knew she was close, knew she couldn’t last long.

One thing about Mikasa, she can cum so easily. Her legs started to tremble as she became wetter and wetter. Her eyes were closed, as her lips tried to say something, tried to warn you but it was too late.

A snap switched from her stomach, yelling as she squirted all over your stomach. Her legs kept twitching as you kept playing with her clit, letting her orgasm keep going until she was completely drained. She panted, before resting her forehead on top of yours. Her sweet little giggle sang through the bedroom before getting up.

“Cmon, let’s take some baths.” Mikasa smiled.

[vvynia]

one thing about black writers on tumblr, we gonna niggafy those AOT characters 😂 i just came across a full hood mikasa one shot.

you can’t find nigga eren no where else! and imma read it every time

[laniluvsuu]

1st Position

Boxer Mikasa! X Blackfemreader!

As you walked out of the stadium, back towards Mikasa’s room you smiled as you saw her face on every wall. You’re so proud of your best friend, you’ve been by her side since the idea of even being a boxer began, and she’s grown so much in this career since then. Today she has a very important match, and she had asked you to come over beforehand. You assumed it was because she was nervous and just needed a little bit of reassurance.

“M!! I’m here open up!” You yelled out to her waiting for her to open the door. You smiled once you heard movement from the other side of the door.

“Hey ma. Come in” she said as she smiled at you, she moved her body slightly to the side to let you in.

“So what’s wrong?” You asked her as you walked in and sat on the black couch in her room. You waited for her response as you watched her close and lock the door, walk over to you and sit next to you on the couch.

“Nothing? I have a couple of hours to spare and I wanted to see you.” Mikasa said shrugging her shoulders. Her dark brown eyes scanning your figure. And you couldn’t lie she looked good right now. From head to toe, her black very short wavy hair, the white sports bra and basketball shorts that revealed her ink covered skin.

“What you thinking about mama?” Mikasa said as she sighed and tried to relax her body into the couch and pushed her pelvis up while pushed her legs outward. She was a little nervous, but knew she couldn’t smoke to relax herself since she was going to fight soon, so she invited you over hoping she could find another way to relax.

“It doesn’t matter. But you nervous? Like at all?” You said trying to take the attention off of you.

Mikasa didn’t answer your question instead she grabbed your arm pulling you towards her. Once your waist was in arms reach she used her hands to pull you on top of her lap. Once you were situated on her lap she smirked at you before saying.

“I’m fine baby, just need you to help me relax a little. Can you do that f’me?” She said as she slightly turned her head sideways waiting for your response.

“What do you need me to do M?” You whispered as you reached your hand up into her hair. Looking down into her dark brown eyes waiting for her response.

“I need you to lay on your back f’me mama.”Mikasa said as she watched you follow her directions. Once you laid on your back like she asked, she got on her knees, she leaned over your body, and before she did anything she said “And stop me if you’re at all uncomfortable okay?”

Instead of responding you nodded your head at her words. Mikasa leaned her head down into your neck placing soft kisses before she said “words baby.” You let your hand find comfort in her short hair once again, before saying “Yes Mikasa..I understand.”

She smiled at your words and started attacking your neck harder than before, placing several hickeys on your soft skin before lifting up her head, and smashing her lips into yours. You let out a moan in surprise but nonetheless kissed her back just as hard. Once you gave her tongue unspoken permission to explore yours she didn’t waste a second. You felt her inked hand reach into your sweatpants, her slim fingers hovering over your drenched cunt. Instead of playing with your pussy, she stopped kissing you and pulled your sweatpants down. Once your sweatpants were fully off she just stared at your drenched cunt through your pink panties, moving her fingers up and down your pussy.

“Mika…stop teasing already.” You whined out to her as you felt your drenched hole clench in anticipation. You felt your wetness drip each time her fingers slid up and down. You watched as her face turned up into a smirk at your words.

“Shhh pretty baby, I gotchu.” She said as she started removing your underwear and leaned down so now she was face to face with your drenched cunt.

Once you felt her cold tongue move up your wet lips you let out a soft moan, which was shortly replaced with a loud one once she pushed her face into your pussy. She started attacking your pussy fast even though she wanted to start out slow she couldn’t wait especially not with your eyes on her like that. She moved her fingers in and out of your hole slowly while she sucked harshly on your throbbing clit. She let out moans which vibrated against your clit adding to the pleasure.

“Mmhp! Oh shit M—Mika!” You cried out in pleasure as you threw your head back into the couches soft arm rest. She slapped your pussy as soon as you looked away from her which caused you to cry out once again.

“Don’t do that. Look at me.” She said before she went back down this time instead of her fingers moving it was her tongue moving in and out of you. Her pointed nose nudged your clit everytime she moved her head. Your hands laid on her head again pulling on her short hair as you could almost feel your release running through your body.

She knew it too, once she felt your hole clenching down tighter each time she moved her tongue, she reached her hand up to your clit moving it faster and faster. She slightly brought her head up from your pussy to spit on it, pushing her head back into your pussy, now moving her tongue around in yours and her liquids.

“Mmhpf ohhh f—fuck baby. M’gonna cum. Please let me cum baby please.” You begged and cried out to her while looking down into her dark eyes which never left your face this entire time, hoping she wouldn’t deny your release while tears from so much pleasure fell down from your face and down your neck, the coil in your stomach tightened and got hotter with every movement she made.

“Yea Baby, be a good girl and make a mess on mommy’s face.” Mikasa moaned out to you as she watched your lips form into an “O”, and how your body twitched, the way your hand tightened it’s grip on her hair as you released on her tongue. You cumming didn’t stop her though. She kept going until your body stopped twitching on her face.

“Good girl baby. Im proud of you.” She praised you as she lifted her head up to yours and kissed your lips, smiling as she allowed you to taste yourself on her brownish pink lips.

[blkkasa]

sugar mommy! mikasa x disney princess gf! black reader

Summary - you and mikasa spend time watching disney movies, having sleepovers, mikasa spending money on you, and etc.

Content - fluff, wlw, rich mikasa, princess tiana lover black reader, lovey dovey girlfriends, childhood disney movies.

Notes - i wrote this on my phone cause i didnt feel like writing on my laptop | words: 468

✩ As you and mikasa watching disney movies together, mikasa plans on taking you on a drive around the town and listen to disney music (and other songs besides disney hits) with her.

"wait mika can we listen to encanto music in the car please" - Y

"alright... just for you, pretty." - M

✩ You online shop for a princess tiana funko pop and also finds a princess rapunzel funko pop for mikasa (i think she'd like rapunzel and mulan).

✩ After mikasa's workout at the gym, she goes to a store to buy a suprise for you after ya'll 6th year anniversary of being in a relationship.

✩ Moments of communicating your favorite childhood disney movies and characters, mikasa decided to plan a lovely disney princess party for your (upcoming age) birthday.

✩ Your lovely girlfriend invites her friends and your friends to y'all house so everyone can have a disney sleepover with disney princess pjs.

✩ Everyone having a funtime sleeping over, making cookies, doing each other's makeup, tweeting random things on twitter, and playing games on tv.

✩ Mikasa carries you to bed and gives you a forehead kisses while putting a disney blanket on top of you.

✩ On halloween, you and mikasa dress up as daisy duck and minnie mouse as you facetime the girls all dressed up in costumes to head to a halloween party.

✩ Mikasa takes care of you after being sick, she makes some soup, and gives your minnie plushie to you, snuggled in bed with you, and you layed your head on her chest falling asleep.

✩ You and your friends get into an argument about who's a better character in disney while Mikasa looks at your phone and types something that would make everyone even more upset while you and mikasa are laughing.

"bae this shit is so funny what the fuck" - Y

"yall got issues, good lord..." - M

✩ Both of yall take a trip to california to go to disneyland and see fun things there while getting on the rides, eating food, and taking cute selfies of each other.

✩ You show mikasa pictures of how you want your nails to be done and she decides to let you take her car and drive to the nail salon while mikasa cleans up the house.

✩ Mikasa's friend invites you and her to go to the mall with her and on the way there you both find cute little disney hats and bags.

"ou mikasa do you see those pretty hats and bags?" - Y

"yeah, do you want one?" - M

"nah not today" - Y

✩ You decide on making princess tiana's gumbo and ask mikasa to cook with you.

✩ Mikasa wanted to surprise you with flowers, chocolate, disney plushies, and another promise ring for valentines day.

and that's it for the headcanons :)

[chrollohearttags]

drug dealer!mikasa and her hood princess gf headcanons

📝: don’t y’all judge me but this been in my head all day and it’s not going nowhere so I’m sharing the delusion.

mentions of heavy drugs, violence and weapons, robbery and setups, smut warning, tribbing, gunplay, fingering, car sex, Mika being a freak

drug dealer!mikasa, who you first met while working at a gas station was so infatuated the moment she laid eyes on you. Always frequenting on your scheduled days and making more visits than the average customer.

drug dealer!mikasa, who always looked fine as hell, regardless of how she was presenting that day. Whether she in a pair of baggy joggers, band t-shirt and a pair of Nikes or tight fitting two piece skirt and tube top that revealed all of the tattoos littering her toned body. Nothing but designer and expensive shit touched her skin.

drug dealer!mikasa appeared cool as a fan but every time she entered that store, she wondered how she was going to approach a bad bitch like you..loving your various hairstyles that you switched out weekly and duck bill nails. Not to mention the gold hoops dangling from your ears, clavicle piercings and tattoos.

“Who done your arm piece? It’s beautiful.” “From the shop on 104th. The tall dude with the long hair? Him.”

drug dealer!mikasa only smirked when you brought him up because she knew him very well. “That’s my boy Eren. We used to work together.” Failing to mention that said work involved a little something on the illegal side. Something she could never give up as easily.

drug dealer!mikasa, who drove a brand new matte black Audi R8 or Benz Truck when you saw her and wore jewelry that could pay your rent always gave a vague answer when you asked her what she done for a living.

“Shit, I’m tryna get like you, pookah. What you do for work?” “Family business. Nothing major.”

drug dealer!mikasa, who lived with her uncle, a well known club owner and kingpin attended the university as a business student, put her studies to good use selling all types of drugs to her peers; from the star football player to the stuck up sorority girls. It brought her joy to see those bitches tweaking on her supply.

drug dealer!mikasa, who mainly hung out on your side of town would offer to smoke you out after your shifts as you two sat in her car. Talking about random shit and having a good time. It was one night when the two of you were chilling when you decided to ask her once more what she done while she was high.

“I already told you, I’m in the family business.” uttering as you caught a glimpse of the baby Glock tucked between her console and a dime bag right beside it.

drug dealer!mikasa knew she couldn’t keep her secret any longer and seeing the excitement in your eyes at the prospect of her being a dealer, began to spend a lot more time with you and a whole lot more money! Buying you gifts, taking you out and spending racks at the strip club with you.

drug dealer!mikasa loved having you by her side when she made her drops. Knowing that you weren’t some boujie bitch who’d be scared. Sitting pretty in her passenger seat and holding her pistol. Not to mention that having a sidekick made it easier to hit a lick. Setting men up from her uncle’s club who had been harassing girls and robbing them blind.

“That dude again? Don’t worry, we’ll take care of him. Right, baby?” “Of course, this gon’ be fun.”

drug dealer!mikasa, who didn’t even need drugs after the high of watching you get these assholes down to their underwear and then coming in for the drop. Getting turned on by watching you count your money up while the guy cried in the corner. Just having to fuck you crazy afterwards.

“Yeah, suck on that gun like you did him, baby.” That mouth is so fucking pretty..” shoving her barrel between your lips as she fingered you in the front seat. Knowing how much wetter it got that little plump pussy.

drug dealer!mikasa loved when you fed each other percs because the sex was ten times more intense. From letting your tongue piercings clash in sloppy kisses as you scissored to riding a double sided dildo for almost an hour; going back and forth to see who could come the most. Leaving the bed drenched in your puddles of squirt and silky cream.

drug dealer!mikasa dicked you down better than any man with that thick eight inch strap on. Pounding you from behind and slapping your thick ass with each stroke.

“You fucking the shit out this pussy!…oooh..” “Then come for me, gorgeous. Give me that shit.”

drug dealer!mikasa ate you out and stimulated herself with a vibrator until the two of you finally tapped out and came down from that high.

drug dealer!mikasa had never met a girl like you, knew she’d never be able to fuck with anyone else after getting a taste of you.

[prncessjaeger]

˚₊‧꒰ა 🎀 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

making out with your girlfriend felt like heaven. the feeling of her tongue clashing with yours, needy whines fell from your mouth when she pressed her cool fingers down your panties, rubbing along your clit. she then littered kisses all over your neck, moving down to your chest to quickly latch onto your harden nipples, “oh fuck baby,”

you could practically feel her throb in your lap and grabbed along her face, “mimi, can i please eat it? i’ll make you feel real good baby, just saw the word.” you saw her lean up and capture your lips again, “no,” “why notttt? you never let me go down on you…” the urgency in your voice made her contemplate in her thoughts and soon a soft sigh escaped her lips, “fine, okay.”

you lay down salvitating infront of her wet cunt, waiting for her command to let you pleasure her.. ‘finally’ you thought, happy that your loving gf decided to let you eat her pussy for once and felt her hands grab along your hair and pushed you forward. your mouth quickly attached to her licking and slurping all over her clit, “there you go, fuck yes,” the feeling of mikasa’s fingers rubbing along you sticky cunt, easily inserting one finger…then two erupting a long, drawn out moan fall from your lips, stimulating her pussy which caused her to groaned quietly, “shit.”

her ego being too high, not wanting you to realize she needed this and instead she always wants to fufill that high by giving you pleasure. you leaned back, spitting on it and darting your tongue out, feeling mikasa’s hand still tangled in your hair push your head back into her legs, sighing out in bliss, “mhm, you’re making mama’s pussy feel sooo good baby…”

[nae2k]

Legacy

I was doing a lil thinking today and I heard a song by Duke Ellington(I forgot the name atp), But the song gave me the idea. I've seen fics that are like Rich! Armin, Rich!Eren and stuff, but I don't see any rich reader typa of stuff. So here is the reader who was born into an old money family.

Some stuff I wanna get to the side before I start. I decided at the beginning of the fic that I wanted the reader to have a pet bird whose name is Dove.

Please give me yalls opinions, I don't write often and this is just an idea

@lemmetreatya @dilfl0v3rss @westcinny

A soft chirping filled the room, waking Y/N from her deep slumber. She shuffled around in her bed, pulling the covers onto her shoulders as her eyes began to slowly adjust to the light in the room. As her eyes opened she noticed her room, the neatness and aesthetics of it. Her room was a breath of fresh air, an amazing way for her to start off the day. As she looked around the room, taking in the beauty of the space, she contemplated getting out of bed…or waiting a little while longer. It was a weekend, the first day of a break after all. Ultimately, she decided to get out of bed, hauling her body out of bed, the soles of her soft feet meeting the soft fur of her slippers. She slipped her foot into the slippers one by one, getting up and turning around to fix the bed, pulling the covers closer to the pillows, and fixing up her pillows. Making the bed in the morning was a daily ritual for Y/N, especially not knowing what was going to happen within the day, it only makes sense to begin it with something good so she can come back to something even better when she arrives back at her estate. Scanning around the room once more, she noticed the small analog clock sitting on the dresser. ‘8:00’. The typical time that the young woman was known to wake up. Her day was always planned out for her and has been this way since birth. She will wake at 7:55 am, and for 45 minutes, Y/N is given time to prepare herself for the day, showering, clothes, makeup, and all of the above. She began to walk over to the giant bird cage, inside holding her small friendly companion.

Dove, a white bird with smoothed feathers was in fact, not a dove. She was a pigeon. Two years ago, Y/N noticed the baby bird hopping around the estate, with broken wings and no other birds around it. She watched the bird for days before she was able to get it veterinary care and take it in herself. Now Dove is arguably one of the most spoiled birds, being fed food from a silver tin. As Y/N reached out for Dove, she hopped out onto her finger, staying there for a second before flying to her shoulder and staying there. Dove was typically the one who woke up the woman with her unnecessarily loud chirps and coos. The bird stayed on her shoulder as she walked into the bathroom, prepping the room for a shower. She got out a towel, and her shower cap, and got out her skincare products and other items as the water ran. As if it were the bird’s cue to leave, Dove flew off of her shoulder and over to the balcony of her room, sitting there as she made her chirps and other birdly noises. The bathroom began to heat up from the shower, making the room a cozy sort of hot. Y/N took off her bonnet, and picked up her shower cap, putting it on over her thick curls. Once her cap was placed on the crown of her head, she began to strip her clothing, tossing it into the corner of the bathroom. Her pajamas were cream white and made of silk with small lace accessories and buttons on them. With small and slow steps, Y/N made her way over to her standing shower. She stepped and placed her left hand on the wall to help herself keep a balance. The droplets from her raining showerhead began to fall down her skin. A hand reached for her soap, a honey, oat, and goat milk soap that her mother had custom-made for her sensitive skin. She took the soap and a clean rag, laying the soap in it as she began to rub the two ends of the fabric together, causing a thick lather ready for use. A gentle hand began to apply the soap to her skin. After a good 5 minutes in the shower under the hot steam surrounding her body, Y/N began to pick up on the aroma of acacia honey and oatmeal, the exact ingredients used in her soap. She continued to wash over her body, unintentionally giving a little extra care to the parts of her body that are more known to collect sweat. 

The young woman stepped out of the shower and grabbed the light yellow golden towel, unfolding it as she brought it near her wet body, wrapping it around and tucking the front tightly as she did her skincare. The soft stool was brought closer to the counter as a hand reached for the cleanser, pumping the cap twice and wetting the solution with water before she brought it to her face. She began to rub the mixture on her face in a circular motion, working her way up the face, starting at her chin and ending at her forehead. An exfoliating rag was used to clean her face. The rag was placed to the side and her hands  were washed before getting moisturizer. She took her time in applying it, finishing and brushing her teeth. 

After moisturizing, she puts sunscreen, toner, and a hydrating serum. Once done she leaves the towel around her chest and picks up the pile of worn pajamas, walking out into her room with a small shiver from the abrupt change in air temperature. With her free hand, she closed the door to the bathroom and entered her closet, putting the clothes into a hamper used specifically for worn clothes before she turned around and looked at the outfit she had prepped for the day.

The outfit was simple: A casual cream dress suit with a matching cream pencil skirt and a white low-cut top underneath. For shoes, Y/N chose a thick open-toed heel, since she had just gotten her nails done the day before. She gave the outfit a look before asking the question

‘What do I do with my hair…’

She walked to her in-closet vanity and took off the shower cap, looking over her curls before she decided on a style, a natural bun. Nothing too fancy but just a classic hairstyle for a simple day. With her towel still on she began to walk to the bathroom, putting her shower cap in its respective place before she reached for her hair supplies, edge control, moisturizer, a brush, spray bottle, and a white scarf

Skilled hands began to style her curly hair, tying ponytails and scarfs, pressing on the lever of the spray bottle repeatedly, and mixing in multiple creams and moisturizers into her hair before she finally deemed the appearance as presentable. As she looked at her hair, a small smile formed subconsciously…smiling at her beauty. Let's just say that someone took a little too long of staring at herself, realize what she was doing, and walked back into the closet. The towel was dropped from her body as she began to get dressed, starting with a matching pair of undergarments, then tights.

Once those were on securely, she put on a white V-neck tank top, checking herself in the mirror to ensure that the clothes were appropriately placed around her. Next, she put on a pair of black shorts, going down to her mid-thigh. The skirt was after, and to top it all off she put on her cream blazer. She picked up her shoes out of its little box and slipped them on her feet and strapped them on.

To finish off the look, she grabbed a black YSL purse, holding it in her hands as she walked over to the vanity. She jewelry she chose to do a simple necklace and matching earrings. Now that she was done getting dressed, she left the room and walked over to her dresser, picking up her phone and checking the time, 8:48, which still gives her some time before she has to be downstairs. She did a check around the room before she called Dove back in and allowed her to come downstairs with her. 

Just as she was about to put her phone down, she got a call from Mikasa. She answered the phone and put her on speaker, placing the phone down. “Coro…are you up?” The question seemed somewhat pointless, the phone was answered was it not? Regardless she answered with a soft ‘mhmm, taking a bite of her apple’ “Why? What’s up?” “Do you wanna go get Brunch today? I don’t have anything to do”

“Mika didn’t you go to a concert yesterday? You don’t wanna sleep in?” Mikasa let out a small nu-uh before there was an audible shuffling around in the background. The two spoke for a little longer and made plans. Y/N informed Mikasa that she had to run some small errands, go out to get some more food for Dove, and go by the library to check in a book, but other than that she was free. They decided that they would meet up at Y/N’s house around 12 so that they could go off to the brunch restaurant before it got too busy. The small bird hopped over to where her girl was, simply standing there as if she were waiting for something. Before Y/N could even notice, Dove had already flapped her little self off somewhere else in the house. Turns out she had gone over to go get a toy from the bin, bringing it back over to Y/N. 

After breakfast Dove always gets some time to play with her toys, normally bringing them over to Y/N to tell her that she’ll be playing. The bird started to make noises, cooing noises to get Y/N’s attention. The girl put her phone down with a chuckle, giving her bird the acknowledgment that she wanted. “Dove I’ve gotta get you a friend…I don’t want you lonely while I’m gone, sweetheart.”** All she got was a tilted head in response from the bird, flying down on the floor and leaving a stringy cat-like toy for Y/N to hold out. The toy had a string of wood on the end of it but was held together by a plastic rod, which was pretty thin and flexible. Y/N took the bird…cat toy in her hand and started to wave it around in an up-down side-to-side motion for the bird to follow. She started to flap around, trying her best to attack the toy and get a good hold of it. She let out small chuckles as the bird played with the toy, picking up her phone with her right hand, and pressing and holding the small camera button on the lower right corner of the screen. She started to record the bird but noticed that her arm was getting a little bit tired of the back-and-forth movement. She decided to lay her hand to rest on the corner of the counter. The recording was stopped as she reached for one of the fruits in her bowl, picking up a grape. The phone buzzed from the text message notification, springing Y/N out of her sudden daydreaming. She glanced at the bird before slowly picking up the phone. Originally she thought it was Mikasa updating her on the plans that they had scheduled…but it was much different. The message read from a group chat, but not one of the group chats that she had already been in. The text was from a new group chat, one with no name and several unregistered contacts. Mikasa was the one who started the group chat, starting with a question.

“Heyyy- I wanted you all to talk to each other before I asked the question.”

[umeoniii]

hey!! i was thinking about comfort sex with sub mikasa and fem reader

comfort sex w sub mikasa

!: fem bodied reader, lesbian sex,

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

teary silver eyes met with yours as you sat before mikasa at your dinner table.

“what’s wrong?”

an absolute silence was met after the sound of your voice.

“so now you’re crying? you know i can’t help if you’re not gonna say anything back.”

you were surprised at her sudden mood switch.

when the two of you were on your way home she was pissed off and super upset. only revealing angry glances your way from time to time. her legs faced the window while you sat on your phone waiting for you guy’s stop.

you lowkey didn’t even acknowledge that she was upset, you thought maybe she was just enjoying the scenery instead of talking. she kind of did have a rbf, so you assumed that’s why she looked distressed.

every once in a while you’d look over and see the scowl on her face, the blur of lights and trees passing by the windows. you did ask to make sure she really was okay.

“you okay?” your hand rested on her thigh

“mhm” is all you got, her legs still slanted as she stared out the window.

eventually you caught on to the fact she was clearly upset about something, but you couldn’t get what it was. she sure wasn’t angry when you left the house earlier to take her out. in fact she was ecstatic, her pupils large and a huge smile behind rosy pink lips.

when you got off the train and arrived home she sat down not speaking to you. logically you left her alone until she was ready to come to you.

that is not what she wanted. she took that as “you don’t care enough to ask me how i’m doing”, causing her mood to shift from angry to distraught.

she sat at the glass table, face in her palms while she ruined her pretty makeup sobbing.

you stood in your shared room undressing and putting on your pajamas when you heard sniffles and hiccups from the living area.

“what could i have possibly done that upset her like this?”

is what you said silently in your head.

you walked into the cooler dining area with nothing but a thin, chartreuse silk robe. you looked over to her direction where she was sitting on a small wooden stool.

and god did that girl look stressed out.

she lay with her arms sprawled on the table and her cheek on the cold table while mascara ran down her flushed, hot cheeks.

“what’s up with you?” you sighed, sitting across from her.

“nothing” she whimpered

warm hands sat on both sides of her face while you picked up her cheeks, peppering her wet face in soft, sweet kisses.

“c’mon tell me what’s up with you, b’cos somethings really wrong”

your eyes trailed down to her cami dress, she wore it proudly with one of your button up sweaters. the straps were falling off her shoulders, almost revealing all of her bust. you did her a favor and put it back over her trembling shoulder.

“there’s no way you seriously don’t know why i’m upset” she looked up in dismay.

you thought deeper into it. was it because i didn’t get her that little plushie we saw at the store? mika would never be this pissed off over a stuffed animal though.

“was it because i didn’t buy-”

“your ex! it was because of your ex!” she shouted crossing her arms.

that’s right, you did have a short encounter with her that day.

it was a very short and quick interaction, but it was something that reasonably got her upset. you had saw your ex in the store, it wasn’t a lot. all you did was give her an awkward hug and a sheepish smile as you asked her how things were going.

even you can admit you didn’t really care much for it, you just wanted to be nice and get back to what you were doing.

mikasa watched this all happen from afar. only bearing an irked and confused face. when she walked away mikasa came up behind you and wanted to know who it was you just hugged.

an old friend? a colleague? a classmate?

and you told her plain and simple

“my ex”

you went on the rest of the day like normal.

she didn’t though.

it was humanly impossible for her to act like she didn’t just see her girlfriend hug her ex in front of her.

she couldn’t help but think about it for the remainder of the afternoon.

mikasa couldn’t doubt your ex was beautiful though she totally understood why you had dated someone like her.

golden brown skin, ginger hair and amber eyes. she was undeniably beautiful.

the woman totally made her question herself. you were so friendly with her… what if you were going behind her back? what if you wanted her more than mikasa?

envy took over her but even more, worry. the poor thing was shaking in her boots for so long she totally forgot the two of you were out together.

“what about her mikasa? if it was because i hugged her im sorry, i just didn’t wanna seem rude or bitter” you rubbed her cheeks.

“why’d the two of you break up?” she looked down

you sat stunned, you haven’t even thought about it in a while.

“we just weren’t in the same place.” you paused “it wasn’t anything bad, we ended things on good terms”

“god, that’s even worse” she muttered

you couldn’t help but be amused by her hyper possessive behavior. she knew that you loved her only, you wouldn’t dare go for anyone else. affections we’re showed to her everyday constantly.

the two of you stared at each other for a few moments before picked her up and you draped her over your shoulder. walking into your bedroom, and dropping her onto the bed.

the bed sunk as your body layed next to hers. you held her face closer to your before kissing her soft lips. the red lipstick of hers casted onto your lips.

your tongue dragged against the skin of her neck drifting down to her chest. the two pink straps on her shoulders slid down her shoulders in your grasp as you admired the swell of her breasts. you slowly glided your tongue against her pink nipples, erect from arousal. tiny gasps left her lips quietly asking you for more.

you looked back up at her kissing her lips softly again.

the two of your lips clashed together embracing eachother in a warm kiss. she pulled back before looking you up and down. that sly hand of yours sat in between her thighs slowly pushing her panties over while your eyes and hers met completely paused.

you kissed her cheek again before going down, backing up to her legs.

her silver eyes watched you in amusement, though she was still upset she couldn’t stop herself in hopes of seeing what you were gonna come up with.

her nude seamless panties layed to your side, your face was buried in between mikasa’s thighs slurping and licking at her sticky cunt.

you listened to the whines and moans that left her lips, smudged with your lipstick and hers.

squirming and kicking beneath you because of all the pleasure she was gaining from just your tongue. small curses left her mouth while she continued to hold your head closer to her pussy.

your tongue stuffed her tight insides, your eyes peeked over her body and scanned her upper body. you waited until you felt her body get close and hot enough before stopping.

before she could even say anything about it you quickly undressed yourself fully. also pulling her rolled up dress all the way off from where it was previously laying, the middle of her belly.

the two of you sat before eachother fully nude. she fully opened her legs, her pussy drenched in slick and saliva. she wrapped her legs around your waist before you moved your body up just a little bit until your clits touched each other.

breathy gasps left the two of you just from the small contact. mikasa smelt so sweet, was honestly enough in itself to make you cum.

being so close to her like that was exhilarating.

you and her slowly grinded your swollen clits against each other.

“i love you a lot mika, wanna grown old with you n’ die with you. n’ only you” you whimpered, the two or your bodies continuously rubbing against eachother.

she turned her head making eye contact with you, you grabbed her face bringing her lips to yours enveloping her into a rough kiss.

tongues swirling around each others mouths both inside and outside. her hard nipples rubbed against your chest and neck the sensitivity driving her insane.

“you don’t ever…. hafta’… feel insecure ” you gasped raspily into her ear

her whimpers became louder in result of your hands pawing at the fat of her boobs.

“love ya’ too… y/n” her gray irises glossy with still tears

you kissed at her neck licking and leaving small bruises.

you sat all the way up looking down at your chubby pussies gliding against eachother.

mikasa’s hands wandered your body. you thighs, tummy, breasts. squeezing and kneading at your fleshy being. your bent over just enough so your warm tongue would ghost over her hardened nipples.

her heartbeat was pacing and her belly heaved up and down.

she felt the pure lust you had for her just through your affections and affirmations in bed, her face was stained red just by anything you did or said to her during that time frame.

“you do hear me though baby?”

“mhm hm” she nodded.

“love you so so much” you choked out into her ear

her high pitched whines and moans became more vocal as she got closer to her orgasm, her eyes foggy and welling up.

your grip onto your lovers shoulders became more harsh as you continued to grind your clit against hers.

eyes scanned mikasa’s form as she came. her pretty black brows stitched together while her mouth was agape, spurring lewd words and sounds.

her achy pussy became stickier while her clit pulsed against yours. you continued going, disregarding mikasa squirming under you from overstimulation.

pretty hands held onto your waist while you came all over mikasa, letting out nothing but a mere cry.

the two of you caught your breath before you lowered your face over hers kissing her trembling lips.

you lay naked next to mika holding her closer to you. the heat of her body and yours contrasting the coldness of your room.

“i love you so much mika honey, i hope you’re happy too” exhaust was heard through your voice

her silver eyes gazed at you before kissing your cheek, “i love you even more”

♡

a/n: omg idk what to say. im literally so sorry this took forever, i’ve been experiencing writers block n’ had no clue what to write whatsoever… but ig i’m back u guys! <33

tags: @hangesgirlypop @undercovertw1nk @yiugen

[mamasbakeria]

their favorite parts of the braiding process

summary: lmfao it’s just the title

genre | includes: headcanons, sfw, black reader, gn reader, established relationship

characters: eren jaeger, mikasa ackerman, armin arlert, sasha braus, jean kirschtein, connie springer, levi ackerman, hange zoe, erwin smith, historia reiss, ymir (not fritz), reiner braun, annie leonhardt, bertholdt hoover, marco bodt, miche zacharius, nanaba, zeke jaeger, yelena, onyankopon, pieck finger, porco galliard

author’s note: got my hair done a few days ago and i’ve been experiencing insane aot brainrot so here we are. ignore the way these got progressively longer lol. this was fun and i have some other ideas, maybe college won’t kill me before i post them. enjoy and lemme know what you think :)

the take down – you can’t really place them. they never want you to take your old hair out, but are all giggly with the scissors when you assert that it’s time. they can’t help it. even with all the build-up on your scalp, they think the return of your natural hair is something out of a fairy tale. they love the curl pattern left in your hair after weeks of being in braids and they love separating the braiding hair from your own. the scene stays the same: you’re on a pillow on the floor between their knees while a shitty hallmark romcom plays on the tv in front of you. both of you are armed with rattail and wide tooth combs, mentally preparing for all the shedding and breakage you’ll be brushing off the couch for the next few weeks. it’s routine at this point for them to jokingly hover the open scissors over the part of your braid where you know damn well your hair is and ask if they can cut from there. it’s also routine for the scissors to get snatched right out of their hands as you proceed to cut way below where your hair could logically be because “after all the time i spent fighting people in walmart for the mielle oil, i better have a natural 40 inch buss down under all this xpressions”. 

EREN, ymir, PIECK, zeke (cut your hair like an inch from the scalp while removing butterfly locs one time and, to this day, you’ve never seen someone more terrified), nanaba, YELENA, onyankopon

the wash – they’re probably more excited about your hair getting washed than you are. they miss giving you scalp massages without having 6 weeks worth of gel and leave in conditioner left under their nails. what they didn’t get was why it took so long. it probably sparked an argument because they never spend that much time washing their hair, so why do you? it wasn’t until you made them watch as you and your detangling brush fought with your curls under the stream of water and nearly blacked out from the heat that they realized why the water bill was so high. to save your aching arms (and hopefully some extra cash) they offered to wash your hair for you. they nearly waterboarded you the first time, but with practice, they got better.  now, nothing relaxes them more than lathering shampoo through your hair and occasionally spraying water in your face when you look too at peace. they buy you a salon wash basin for christmas so you both can stop crouching over the tub which is great, but where the fuck are you supposed to install it?

MIKASA, erwin, sasha, REINER (has the cutest smile when you sigh in response to him scratching that one spot on your scalp), hange, jean, annie, porco

the blowout – they don’t realize, especially if your hair is type 4, that detangling during the wash is only half the battle. it doesn’t matter how silky smooth it got in the shower, the second the blow dryer is out, it all goes to hell. i hope you’re not tenderheaded because the fight between them and your curls is long and painful. but it's a battle they refuse to let you fight. god forbid you try to blow out your own hair– they get sooo upset. which confuses you because the way they grumble under their breath while passing the comb attachment through your hair has you convinced they’re only doing it to work out some unresolved stress. the truth is, they just know you’ll forget to use heat protectant and wind up frying your hair. and they know how upset you get when you realize some of your roots didn’t get stretched. so they’ll (gently) muscle their way through the most stubborn tangles any day if it means getting to see you smile at how healthy your hair looks and how much it has grown since the last time you saw it like this. they love how your hair now floats around you. they don’t love how sore their arms are. “damn, no wonder you’re so strong.”

connie, PORCO, BERTHOLDT, armin, miche, MARCO (probably cries when the comb extension breaks in your hair)

the beauty supply runs – the simultaneously dull and fluorescent lighting casts an otherworldly glow over the aisles of gel, deep conditioner, kankelon hair, and wig glue. for some reason, there’s always a childlike gleam in their eye as they scan the wigs along the wall. you have to hold their hand every time so they don’t wander off. it’s not like the store is big–you could probably read each other’s lips while standing on opposite sides–but if given the freedom to roam, you’d be leaving $250 poorer than you planned for with bags full of stuff you absolutely don’t need. “babe we have matching bonnets, we don’t need them in zebra stripes too.” if you can convince them to stick with you, they’re snatching every bottle you pick up out of your hand. before you can even begin questioning them, they’ve already started reciting information about the ingredients of the products and why it isn’t good for your hair’s porosity. you can only stare dumbly as they hand you a better option to try because you have no idea when they would have had time to do any of this research. the favorite part of the trip for both of you is picking the color you’re doing next. the average passerby would think you’re trying to decide which wire to cut so you don’t detonate a bomb with how hard you both scrutinize the packs of color 30 and 350 in front of you (ginger is always your color)

HANGE, marco, mikasa, ONYANKOPON (will give you the dirtiest look if you so much as glance at a cantu product), pieck

the parting – this is the first step of the actual installation process that you involve them in. before they used to sit next to you on the couch as you did it all yourself, committing every movement your fingers made to memory and keeping you company. they would frown as you cursed your lack of ability to see perfectly behind your head and parted the same section over and over again. they wanted to offer help, they really did, they just didn’t trust themselves enough. so when you both started working from home and you didn’t care what your parts looked like, you let them try. it wasn’t perfect the first time, or the second. for about a month, you rock faux locs with a scalp that looks like the drawing on your fridge gifted to you by your 5 year old nephew, but that’s what beanies are for. rough start aside, they pick up on it quickly. they figure out how much gel you really need for your braids to look neat and don’t overdo it. wielding the comb with confidence, they cut through your hair like butter. soon they’re parting your hair into boxes, hearts, arches, diamonds, and whatever else you could imagine like moses did the red sea. “babe do you think it would look good if i make one of them look like my initials?”

ARMIN, eren, levi, ERWIN, ZEKE, historia (got really good really fast… hisu who do you fuck in the city when i’m not there?), bertholdt

the braid down – they’re in awe of the dexterity of your stylist's fingers as she adds pieces of braiding hair to your own and hardly looks down while nimbly braiding all the way to the ends. they sit through all your appointments–locs, press and curls, protein treatments, wig installs–but nothing fascinates them as much as the art of a simple braid. they ask all sorts of questions about what your stylist is doing and even start putting hair on the rack to make the process go smoother. they pay even more attention when you do it yourself because they aren’t worried about distracting anyone from doing their job. before long, they know almost everything there is to know about your braids except for how to do them. and they want to know so badly. the opportunity arises when you both relocate to a new city and all the “stylists” are charging $300+ for smedium mid-back knotless braids. you’d do it yourself, but you broke two fingers during the move-in process and aren’t skilled enough to work around it. you think you need to coach them through the process, but are pleasantly surprised when they get the grip right the first time and are halfway down by the time you’ve picked what movie trilogy you want to watch. turns out they’d been watching youtube videos and taking lessons from your old stylist so they could do it for you one day. at least that’s what they tell you, they really just like popping your head with the comb when you move from where they positioned it. “ow! stop pushing my head around” “keep your head still and i’ll think about it”

LEVI, yelena, YMIR (does the thing where she talks on the phone with it tucked in between her shoulder and her ear while braiding at top speed, like just put it on speaker), onyankopon, mikasa, armin, ANNIE

the finished product – they are NOT here for delayed gratification. they want to see your hair done and they want to see it now. they get more restless than you do and they’re not the one getting their thoughts and dreams braided for 5 hours. like why are they more upset about the infamous last braid that gets split into 4 more than you are? “man what the fuck are you so upset about? this is not your scalp??” it’s nice having them around regardless. whether or not they’re helping with the actual braiding, they’re your biggest supporter. they’ll grab you (and the stylist if you aren’t doing it yourself) mcdonalds, boil the water to seal your ends, oil your scalp, mousse your hair, trim the flyaways, sweep up the stray hair, etc. knowing how tired you are, all the time consuming clean up is their self-allotted duty. but once all of that is done, they get to do what they’ve been waiting for: admire you. without fail, the second you stand up they’re taking pictures from every angle, showering you with compliments (ginger really is your color), peppering your head with kisses, but most importantly, just looking at how beautiful you are. you outdo yourself every time and they tell you as much, even if it embarrasses you. 

HISTORIA, connie, pieck, hange, SASHA, reiner, JEAN (the heart eyes this man has for you…and don’t get me started on the sketches he makes of you with every new style you get. he is SO whipped)

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[f4irycafe]

SAME AS LAST YEAR MY FRIENDS ITS 4/20 🍃 IM BLAZIN, THE HOMIES BLAZIN, HELL SOME OF MY PROFS TOOK EDIBLES B4 CLASS.

SEND IN EREN, JEAN, ARMIN, MIKASA, AND HISTORIA 4/20 ASKS AND ILL WRITE A SMALL BLURB FOR EVERYONE I GET

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