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miupow · 2 months

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big cock! hyukka with a sweet virgin reader. bonus points since he’s a little perv. like you and him are dating, he’s so sweet and attentive, will do anything for his sweet baby. he gives you innocent kisses, warm hugs, flowers and little things that make him think of you. he’ll also sniff your panties and jerk off with them, nuzzle his face into your tits when cuddling and pretend it’s just because he was sleepy, accidentally brush his face against your clothed pussy when he uses your thighs as pillows.

when you agreed to lose your virginity to him he’s elated but it goes away when you say “too big” through little sniffles. “that’s okay, it’s okay angel,” he reassures you. “just the tip, promise,” and he does just the tip, fucking into you shallowly. It’s addicting the way your tight little hole wraps around his head. he’s already telling himself he’ll be your first and last. hyukka tries, he really tries his hardest but you’re wet and he’s dribbling, it’s so slick, it would be so easy… with a smooth trust he bottoms out, your puffy pussy gets stretched around him and you cry out. “couldn’t stop it!” hyukka defends himself. “slutty pussy was sucking me in, it wasn’t me baby. see,” he pulls put to sink back in. “fuck…look at that, s’your fault baby,” he whispers against your lips. “little virgin cunt so tight it doesn’t want me to leave.” and if hyukka says it then it must be your true since your sweet boyfriend loves you so much.

@tigerhoshi25 ANNIE YOURE GONNA MAKE ME LOSE MY MIND i love when you come into my inbox you blow me away every time ilysm

i’ve been gatekeeping this one for a while because i just didn’t know how to respond. this ask legitimately left me speechless and on the floor

cw// smut, virgin!hyuka and reader, fem!reader, virginity kink, size kink, dubcon elements, kai is kind of toxic

BIG DICK PERV HYUKA YES 🙏🙏 i’m willing to die on the hill that is kai w a virginity kink, i know the idea of taking a cuties virginity would turn him on sm hehe >< esp if he was a virgin too!!

he’s such a sweet perfect boyfie in every way 💗💗 tries to hide his pervy tendencies the best he can, but he just can’t help it!! he’s buying you flowers and taking you out on the sweetest dates, gives you gentle kisses and the tightest hugs, tells you how amazing u are all the time >< but he feels guilty cos he’s also stealing ur panties when he’s left alone in your bedroom, fucking himself n his plushies to the thought of ruining ur virgin cunt <3 it’s all ur fault! you’re just so cute and sexy in ur little skirts and your big sweaters, makes him so hard at just the smallest flash of your chest or upper thighs hehe ^^ sometimes if he’s lucky he can even see ur cute panties when you bend over!! has to rush to the bathroom to cum thick hot ropes all over his fist hehe

he would never be the one to initiate sex for the first time, he’s too shy!! but when you bring it up, all nervous and blushy and making his cock throb he jumps at the opportunity!! so so quick to bend you over on his bed n rut up against ur soaked panties.. you trust him, right?? oh, but he doesn’t have a condom,,, it’ll be okay, he’ll pull out, he promises! just let him fuck you..

oouuu but your pretty tears and your pathetic squeaks of “too much, too big!” when he first pushes his cock into your virgin hole.. he can’t stop himself! shushing your cries as he keeps pushing in, stretches you open past your limit, you feel like he’ll split you open,,, oh but it feels so good when he starts up a rhythm, thrusting hard against your cervix n fucking your dripping pussy so good >///< you cant beg for him to go slower, gentler anymore, feels too good to speak!!

it’s all your fault that he ends up cumming hard in your throbbing cunt, paints your gummy walls white with his seed <3 you were clenching so tight around him, sucking his cock in so greedily! he couldn’t possibly pull out when your little virgin cunt was so tight and begging for him to stay inside <3

#ɱเµρσω𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ౨ৎ #i blacked out writing this #this is my favorite kai to write #if that’s not obvious enough #god i love nasty pervy slightly toxic kai #lia’s hard hours 🔥#txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #txt smut #hueningkai hard thoughts #hueningkai hard hours #hueningkai smut #hueningkai x reader #txt x reader #📥.requests #📥: annie! 💕

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cottonconnielvr · 10 months

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just thinkin of a sub + sub relationship dynamic with armin arlet. just both of you guys always being so needy and whiny for eachother, fucking like rabbits every day. you both overstimulate each other, feeling so sensitive. armin would be hovering over you, your body laying spread on plush pillows. his reddish-pink leaking tip rubbed up and down your wet folds, bumping against your sensitive clit. you both let out whiny-breaths.

you both were so overstimulated but you wanted more of eachother. armin slides inside your warm hole, moaning loudly in your ear. “f-fuck you feel so g..good”

“more more more” you whined, thrusting your hips up to get him deeper. you felt so needy for him, wanting to be so close to him. armin can’t hold back the whines that leave his lips, thrusting fast into you. both of your cum from previous orgasms leaked out of you, spreading all over you and armin.

“a-ah i’m cummin m’cumming” armin hissed as his cock throbbed inside you, his cock shooting white ribbons into you. you clenched around around at an attempt to hold back your orgasm. armin winced, pulling out of you as you squirted clear liquid onto him.

you sobbed, biting your bottom lip as your eyes rolled back. “minnn f-fuck” you whimpered as armin rubbed his thumb on your clit. the room filled with your heavy breaths as you both came down from your high, both of you throbbing and tingling

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umeoniii · 9 months

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sending aot women pics

mikasa, annie, hange, sasha

(｀_´)ゞ

mikasa: literally in shock, the first time it happened she was like ‘:0’. most people i guess would be shocked but she was like super duper shocked like “she trusts me enough to see this and have it?”. she kind of just hearts it or sends heart eyes or maybe even “:o”. it’s even more surprising than sex to her bcs she literally has a photo she doesn’t have to rely on her memory. just really red and flustered about it. but when she gets busy the pics are her #1 go-to, shhh.

annie:

a little bit less shocked. she actually really likes it, alot, like way more than she should. like what if i said she maybe even found a way to print them and had them in like an album. it’s not weird if you know about it, still kind of unique though. plus she just really think you have a pretty body, so think of it in an admirable manner. but when you send them she just sends a thumbs up, it’s kind of dry but behind the screen she does not have a just thumbs up.

hange:

hange def has the album. she probably takes the pics for you. when you just send them to her normally she spams. hella messages about how she feels and how good you look. she was probably licking her screen. and if i’m being honest depending on how thirsty she is and her location she might send something back. photo? video? like i said depending on how she’s feeling and where she’s at.

sasha:

also spams. a whole lot. too much.

“god you look soo yummy”

“what have i done to deserve you”

“god blessed me w an angel” she just keeps going and talks about how she can’t wait to feast on dinner and not the food kind. thinks about it for the rest of the day. she’s the type to send back too. but overall she just praises you and makes sure you know how much she loves you.

♡

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1-800-local-slut · 9 months

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rio getting to know shy reader but realizing she far from that now that’s she’s getting comfortable with him.

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He's Right

I hope you like this! I made it hella suggestive at the end. Please let me know what you think! I just started this show Rio is literally my baby daddy but I'm only like four episodes in so I'm if it's too out of character.

Likes and reblogs are very appreciated!

Pairing: Rio (good girls) x shy! black! reader

Warnings: cheating, mentions of traumatic past, cursing, suggestiveness at the end, reader has a boyfriend

I need him in a way that isn't natural, I need him in my draws NOW.

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"Can I help you with anything sir?" Rio glanced up, his sharp eyes leaving the book he was examining. The Lord of the Flies or some shit. He was sure he read it in school. But that didn't matter. What mattered was the woman standing before him. His eyes flicked to her neckline, seeing the star shaped necklace around her chest. That right there was perfect, telling him everything he needed to know about her relation to his target.

The woman was the younger sister of King Jericho. Otherwise known as some lame ass pimp who made the mistake of stealing from Rio. And no one steals from him and gets aways with it.

He still remembers how he was sitting with Marcus in a McDonald's drive through. Marcus was eating chicken nuggets, getting barbecue sauce and shit all over his mouth. Rio was telling him to take it easy, then he heard chiming. His phone rang, and Mick told him that their man went ghost. And when they couldn't find him, that meant they couldn't find Rio's money. And THAT was a problem.

So to make a long story short, Rio had to go the long way and go to his family. Mom sent him and Mick packing, dads dead. Only person left was his sister. And that led him to the gorgeous brown skinned woman before him.

"Of course you can, mama. I need help, I'm looking for King." His eyes scanned over her entire body, looking for something, anything, that could get him some help. Her brown eyes, and long eyelashes blinked at him but they didn't show fear or recognition. Instead she stared patiently waiting for him to continue. Nothing, time to try something else.

"Is that a series? Or an author? Do you know the genre?" Trying her best to do her job, he watched her reach into her side for her walkie talkie. So she didn't know about the King part, time to check if she knew about Jericho.

"Nah, it's none of that. I'm looking for Jericho." And there it was. The second the words left his voice in his usual charming manner her eyes filled with panic. Goosebumps appeared on her brown skin and one of her hands flew to her hair. He noticed for the first time that it must be a wig, black hair was in waves down her body and parted down her middle. For some reason her shiny hair was oddly enticing to him. Her teeth sunk into her plump, glossy lips and Rio's eyes flickered over them.

"Like...from the Bible?" Her soft voice was like music to his ears. If only that sentence wasn’t so stupid.

"...The Bible." He repeated while narrowing his eyes. Either he was being played for stupid,which was not a smart thing to do or she was stupid. He wanted to believe the woman he just found attractive even for a moment wasn’t an idiot.

“Nah girl. I think you know what I’m talking about.” Placing the book that was still in his hands on the table behind him. Her chest was heaving quickly and she was clearly beginning to panic. Rio moved his eyes up to Mick, who was looking at a cookbook with Snoop Dogg on the cover. With a wave of his two fingers, Mick began to intercept her escape.

“I don't, I'm sorry. I don’t think I can help you, maybe you should check somewhere else.” Slowly turning on her heels, she walked head first into Mick. His solid chest stopped her, and nudged her glasses further up on her face. Stepping back she softly groaned and readjusted her lenses.

“Now, this looks like an interesting book. Can you tell me what it’s about?” Rio asked, sitting down and Mick led her to put her plump behind, that Rio noticed when he saw her through the shop's window. She nervously took a seat. While clenching and unclenching her hands on her skirt, Rio watched her with observant eyes. With a glance, he motioned to the book attempting to get her to tell him the truth. With a shaky breath one of her manicured hands reached for the book.

“It’s Lord of the Flies. It revolves around this group of British boys who are stranded on an uninhabited island and try to govern themselves. Things go bad really really fast.” Her brown eyes met him once more and he smirked. In response, she looked down at the table and snuck two looks at him.

“Oh nice nice, it got a nice ending n shit?” With a swift nod, he hummed. He kept his eyes trained on the golden star dangling from her chest, probably bought with Rio’s money.

“Alright, here’s the deal. Your brother’s a bitch. He stole from me and ran out, and I need to find him. And I need you to tell me where he is.” She swallowed thickly.

“And who exactly would you be?”

“My name ain’t important moma. Just know, I know you. I know your mom, I know your auntie and your grandma, I know your boyfriend too. You mom is vicious, she sent my ass packing and told me to try you next.” Her eyes got wider and wider with each sentence. He’d probably be shocked too if his own mom sold him out. Her brother had always been trouble for her. At least that’s what he gathered. She’s had to get him out of trouble more than once. Mostly out of trouble with men, going on dates and what not for his sake. No way they weren’t talking any more.

“Look, I don’t know anything about my brother. I haven’t talked to him in like 3 years! I can’t help you. Whatever debt he’s got with you, I can’t settle it.” With a scoff and a sigh, Rio rolled his eyes lightly. Her eyes went wide at his laughter, her finger digging into her nails. She was afraid of him. He didn’t like that, but that brother of hers seems to have gotten her involved with a lot over the past few years.

“Relax, ma I ain’t gonna hurt you. I just need you to tell me where he is.” Her head shook quickly, her hair flying around wildly. She was still denying contact.

“That’s a nice necklace. You enjoying 21?” Her face went stiff. Her mouth opened slightly to respond, her glossy lips parting. Then they shut quickly as he saw tears well up in her eyes. He was right. The necklace was sent to her apartment by her brother exactly one week ago for her 21st birthday.

“I can’t help you. I don’t know where he is, this didn’t have a return address. It came in an Amazon bag! I mean, if I could I’d help you but I can’t do anything for you gentlemen.” She was trembling in her seat, and two tears escaped her eyes. But if she could receive something from him, she could learn exactly where he was. And given he had no leads, he had to settle for asking her to find out for him.

She was crying like he had threatened her, and he partially imagined what type of people she had been around to warrant a reaction like this.

“Look ma, I just need you to stop crying. Can you do that?” He asked and she nodded, wiping tears from her face.

“I can’t just let you go though. Your brother sent you something and I need you to find out where he sent it from. That’s it. Tell you what, put this book on hold for me. Imma be back tomorrow, with enough to pay for it. Nothing’s gonna happen to you, I just need you to learn this for me.” He slid out of his seat, leaving the trembling woman there and she placed her face in her palms in dismay.

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“Shit! What the fuck Rio?! You just break into my fucking house, you couldn't give me a phone call?” Growled the woman in a slightly drunken anger. She turned on the lights next to the door and kicked off her heeled shoes. His eyes looked up and down her curved figure and she glared at him. Rio let out a laugh and his head lolled back on his shoulders. He was sitting on the back of her couch, petting her black cat who purred gently. Rio already found out that her cat adored anyone who fed her.

“Well yeah baby. We still haven’t found your punk ass brother.” Her eyes rolled hard into her head, and she threw her purse down and came around to the couch. Plopping down on her couch, Rio looked over at her soft skin covered by her golden dress.

It had been about two months. Two months since Rio went into the bookstore she worked at. Two months after the third day he entered the shop and she informed him that she found him. Then when he got there and found Jericho skipped out once again. And from there, something about her kept Rio coming back to bother the shy woman. Except she wasn't what he thought at first.

The woman slouched on the couch right next to him was vulgar, loud and proud, abrasive and more. She cursed at him, cursed out the TV, cursed out her mother and grandmother and boyfriend. She cursed out Rio. She was perfect for him. She was nice to him, despite their off putting first meeting. She put him in his place when she felt he needed it. She wasn’t afraid to tell him to shut his goofy ass up in her exact words. But still, sometimes he’d look at her and she looked just about ready to fold for him. And Rio liked that shit.

Now in a golden mini dress that she wore, with body glitter all over her breast was enticing Rio. She smelt like a mix of vanilla and a bar. In truth, if she could find her brother for him he didn’t care anymore. He could find him on his own with the clues they found at his last known location. In fact, soon enough they’d get their final location. He just liked bothering her. And it wasn’t like she was even bothering to look for him anymore. Last he asked she told him to suck her dick, she wouldn’t be searching for shit.

“What’s wrong baby, you have a shitty night?” He asked, taking one of his large hands and cupping her face. He noticed her thighs pressed together with intense pressure. A smirk came across his face, and ran a thumb over her stained lips. She leaned into his touch and he waited for his answer.

“My boyfriends being a cunt again.” She sighed and her cat jumped into her lap, patting his paws on her soft thighs. Rio wanted to do that too, boyfriend be damned.

“Oh yeah?” He asked his hand itching down to her neck and his pinky scraping over the chain of that star necklace. That same necklace that pushed them to meet. Her eyes stayed glued to his, as she glanced up at him with wide eyes.

“He’s going on about not trusting my friendship with you. Then he told me to get the fuck on, since I didnt want to dance at the club. He was like ‘oh you rather dance with that other nigga?’ and I was like ‘he’s not a fucking pussy, he could probably dance better than you’ so he told me to fuck off and I left him and told him not to come home tonight. You’re the other nigga in question. The niggas trippin, he keep bitching about it. He says he knows you wanna fuck me. He’s being a bitch, it’s making me want to cheat on him.” Suddenly he smirked at her. She raised an eyebrow, still feeling the heat of his hand on her throat and rubbing her thighs together.

“And what if I told you he was right?” His hand was now lightly around her throat, and he brushed pieces of her curly afro out of her face with his free hand. Slowly she began to process his words. Then a wicked smile crossed her face and she licked her lips.

“You should do something about that then.” Her voice now low and seductive, as he saw sparks of mischief in her eyes. He leaned in and pressed his lips against her soft ones. They pulled away for a moment and he lightly squeezed her throat harder. Licking his lips, he tasted the liquor and her strawberry lipgloss.

“I’m about to show you what else I’m better than his ass at.”

#good girls nbc #manny montana #rio good girls fanfiction #nbc good girls #beth boland #annie marks #ruby hill #rio x reader #x black reader #black reader #shy reader

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lucy-gray1075 · 20 days

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finnick odair and black!cat reader

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reinersprozacbottle · 1 month

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The Aot girlies as tweets

1- Annie

2- Mikasa (only w/ ykw 🙄)

3- Hitch

4- Hange (truuust me when I say this😭😭)

5- Ymir (she’s shading Reiner)

6- Sasha

7- Historia

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euaphora · 9 months

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AND I WONDER IF YOU KNOW.. | ft. Armin Arlet {part two!}

Folding your panties and bathing suit pieces, you notice a polka dot pair is gone. You shake it off , maybe you had forgot to put it in your dirty basket. You continue as you keep folding your belt-sized skirts and hum to the music playing from your AirPods.

First it was one pair, then it was another. You were so confused on why your panties kept disappearing. You had always taken extra good care of them, since they were so expensive. Usually being $40 a piece. You liked spoiling yourself from time to time when you could, so this really started pissing you off.

Instead of complaining to the people in charge, you wanted to find out who was behind this, who was stealing your panties. It would happen occasionally too. Even when you weren’t doing laundry. It would happen right in your own home. You had left a pair in the bathroom floor last night, coming back from practice you went straight to the showers. As you step in, you turn back and realize the ones you left yesterday were gone.

There was no way you were tripping. You started freaking out a bit because you didn’t even gone down to the laundry mat because you were completely exhausted last night.

A week later, the same thing happens. Maybe some girl liked them, that still didn’t give her any right. So you decided to catch her. She could go buy her own. You place your basket on top of the washer and you wait behind one of the big washers. Hearing footsteps, you quickly duck down and peak your head out.

A boy with blonde hair carefully walks inside and looks into your basket. Before even being able to confront him, he grabs them and puts them close to his nose, scrunching them. He takes a deep breathe and exhales. He smiles to himself and starts putting them inside his pocket.

“What do you think your doing? Are you the one that has been stealing my panties?” You say exiting you hiding spot. So it had been a boy? Even worse. He doesn’t turn around though. “I’m talking to you, perv! Aren’t you going to answer me?” You pull on him, he turns around and faces you now.

“Armin?!?” You say as your eyes widen and your hand flying to your mouth. The guy that had been tutoring you for a couple weeks now? There was no way. “I-I-I can explain I just..I don’t know how.” He looks down at your panties in his hand, ready for you to call him every name in the book. God, he was so embarrassed.

You cross your arms, waiting for a response. He doesn’t say anything though. You scoff at him in disgust and grab your panties from his hand. You place it on your basket and start heading out. You stop, turn around, reaching for the same ones he was holding. “Armin.” You say behind him. He slowly turns around, think you will laugh at him for being a pervert. Or for stealing from you. You grab his arm and put your panties back in his hand.

“I better get those other pairs back, you hear me?” You tell him with a strict voice. He rapidly shakes his head and smiles. You smile back and give him a quick kiss. “You could have just asked me during one of our tutoring sessions.”

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cutehotfunnygirl · 7 months

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SWEET CAMELLIA.

(full fanfic on wattpad)

"I will be calling the police if you take a step closer to me." You threaten half-heartedly as Eren inches his body closer to yours.

Despite your refusal in sparring with the strange man in front of you, Annie supposed it would do the both of you good.

"Cmon y/n. It'll only be like a minute or so." He whined with a tone of growing agitation in his raspy voice.

It was clear he wanted to get it over and done with just as much as you, but your lack of co-operation was making everything terribly hard.

"I don't even know you!" You utter in nothing but pure honesty.

You were right though, you didn't know him.

Eren squints his eyes at you for a second before starting, "Okay then fine." He blurts with confidence as he stands scarily idle, keeping his sharp gaze lowered on you.

"I won't hit you.....but you have to hit me."

He's finally lost it.

"What..?" You mutter slowly, dragging on the 'a' sound and looking at him as if you were looking at your classmate after they'd just asked the teacher if you'd had any homework.

It was as if suggesting such idiotic ideas was some sort of reflex to him.

"I don't have all day." He states, now shifting his eyes away from your figure but off into the abyss - allowing you to really think about whether or not you'd take him up on his offer.

It wouldn't kill you right?

You'd finally be able to improve your fighting skills and it was an excuse to let out all your built-up anger on him without having to face any repercussions.

Truthfully speaking, it was a win-win.

"Fine."

You admit quietly, just before putting yourself into what people would perceive as a 'fighting stance'.

In response of your agreement to his wild suggestion, Eren immediately returns his stern gaze onto your frail, yet also tempting body, chuckling to himself.

But before he could fully divulge himself into an actual laughing episode, you'd steadily barged yourself into his chest, causing him to stumble back a bit.

After watching Mikasa and Annie spar very intently, you were able to pick up on a couple of things.

One, never loose focus, two, never loose balance.

"What the fu-" The brunette groans in pain as you slide tackle him onto the ground using your strong right leg.

Eren just so happened to be breaking the both of those rules.

"Naaah man." He begins, rubbing his back irrationally, "You're so lucky we weren't actually sparring."

"That's crazy coming from someone who just got floored." You say playfully, lowering your arm to give him a hand.

play salvatore by lana del ray

But just as you were about to help him, he pulls you onto his chest, slightly covering your body so you wouldn't face as much impact as he did when he was forcefully pushed onto the ground.

"If I can't win then neither can you." Eren mouthed slyly, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.

Yet you just stared at him, stared at him frozen, paralysed and haunted with the confusion as to how you even ended up in this situation - almost admiring him.

The way his breath faltered sluggishly in the midst of the moment, the way the pupils in his addictive viridian green eyes would grow as his chest heaved up and down, marrying you to the silence.

Something about him was just so alluring in this setting, in this uncanny encounter.

Being on top of him like this, with no disturbance except from the beating of his heart and the pumping of blood in his veins.

Was this the peace and bliss you'd been helplessly searching the world for?

The man below you - Eren Jaeger, had he picked up your palms and placed euphoria into your hands?

"Y-you're staring." He whispers to you softly, even though he was doing the same.

He himself was also irrefutably drowning into the trance known as your beauty; taking in each and every mark or spot that resided on the surface of your gentle face, noticing the way the tips of your hair would curl ever so slightly, and how it seemed as though your glistening eyes were mixed with a sense of doubt, tranquility and agony.

Who are you when you're not pretending?

He asks himself, yearning to know more about you, to know more about how it was possible for him to feel so complete right now.

You gently caress the scared temple of his skin, leaning eagerly forward and pressing your welcoming lips onto his.

Impulsively, he took you in, accepting the invite and wrapping his arms comfortably around you like a wedding band, deepening the kiss.

"We shouldn't be doing this. I- You don't even know me." You mumble in between breaths, yet never pulling away.

"I know...I know." He whispers lowly, obsessed with the feeling.

But unfortunately for the both of you, every marriage has to come to an annulment.

"Eren! Y/n! Someone broke in!"

#eren jaeger #attack on titan #eren yeager #eren fanfiction #eren x reader #eren jeager x reader #fanfic #aot #black reader x eren #eren x black reader #aot x reader #jean kirstein #annie leonhart #viral #trend #fanfiction

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materialgworlas · 1 year

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When the Attack On Titan cast goes to the beach <3

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quiveringdeer · 1 year

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#porco smau #porco galliard #aot smau #porco galliard x black reader #porco galliard x reader #porco x black reader #porco x reader #aot x black reader #it's embarrassing how much time i spent agnozing over their usernames 🙃🙃🙃#nat writes #aot #also it looks hella blurry for me here from mobile #lemme know it it's blurry for desktop #also wish it didnt stretch his profile pic :/#but aaaaaaanywho #poor reiner :<#reiner braun #pieck finger #annie leonhardt

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tonixe · 1 year

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My prerogative 2

n.o.t.e.s - Yeehaw, @bunnimu

Part 2 of My Prerogative

w.a.r.n - Homelander being a warning, anger issue, gore topics, organs.

p.a.i.r.i.n.g -Homelander x Supe!Fem! reader

w.c. - 1189

4 weeks passed supposed off the accident happened. It was downtown New York, a few blocks away from your apartment. The Police and reinforcement and newscasters were there trying to find evidence of the massacre of human organs scattered in the alleyway.

'DAILY NEWS A BRUTAL MURDER HAPPENED IN DOWNTOWN NEW YORK,' the news headlines read.

It was a brutal scene; some sure came to the scene; it was something. Just to your luck, one theme was Homelander at the scene. It was interesting that a high-standing superhero was at the scene of the low massacre.

"She really gave us a show," he murmured with a little smile, his hand behind his back.

'VOUGHT' read from the building standpoint, home of the wonderous superhero as the seven. It must be pretty good working alongside superheroes; it must be a dream come true.

It really wasn't. But hey, you would do anything for the hefty paycheck that came into the mailbox, paying your bills. You scanned your id badge on your lanyard and walked into the bright building, holding your bag with you as you came to the elevator. Today was better than the week you had, especially with your crappy boss.

'DING' the elevator stops on the floor you're on as you entered in.

You felt better about today; you got a full night of rest, and you even got the time to make some coffee for yourself. Today was your day, bathing couldn't ruin it, you thought to yourself.

Pressing the floor buttons on the elevator panel onto the 68th floor, the elevator music pinning into the elevator; you stand on the side of the elevator until you hear some yelling.

"Wait! Hold the elevator!" a feminine voice ranged; you immediately press the opening elevator button, letting the women in before the elevator door was closed.

"Thank you so much!" she pants; she was holding a bunch of paperwork in her hands. "Busy schedule?" you respond, motioning to the paper she was holding.

"Uh, yes..mhm!" she responded as she look down, looking at her shoes.

"So, what department are you in" you place your hand on your hip as you stare at the shorter woman.

"Office management."

"PR"

After that, the silence was comfortable, more settling than what happened between and homelander.

"Oh, shit, could you press floor 38, please!"

"Sure thing" you pressed the floor on the elevator panel, and after that, some more silence settled in it wasn't awkward but better.

'Ding!" the elevator stopped at her station, and she stepped out, "Well, it was nice to meet you; oh wait," she stepped back before the elevator should close, "what's your name?"

"Y/N"

"Eliza, bye!" she waved as she ran to her office station; the elevator door closing as you only saw her brown hair in the wind.

It was refreshing to see a Vought employee not being a bitch to you, but I think today even improved for you, especially.

'Ding,' the elevator doors open, and you step out, walking to your office cubic with a bit of pep.

You didn't have to contact any stupid heroes, especially homelander. No whining, nothing from your boss; you opened the door to your office and sat down.

A big smile spreads across your face; nothing could go wrong or turn your body to face your computer.

Until your office door opened, the clanking of heels could be sounded in the silent office, gaining the attention of other people. It was a red-headed woman coming near you, holding a couple of folders in her hands.

You immediately turn your body away, hiding your face away from her, but it was completely useless. "Miss Y/N, isn't it right?"

You turned your body to her, "Yes, what do you need?"

"Straight to the point, I love it. My name is Ashley, and I want to give you a promotion of a lifetime! courtesy of Vought; if you can follow me to discuss further, that would be nice". She said.

"Sure.." you got up from your seat and followed her. You were an isolated space away from anyone, "Okay, so Y/N, this a wonderful opportunity for you. It's not a lie that you're a super, right?" She started, your eyebrows furrowed when she said 'supe.'

"What do you mean.." you respond to her accusation.

"Aren't you a supe, right? Well, we wanted you to tell us that you can become a professional supe, save people and be an inspiration to everyone, and also have a seat with the seven"

"What happened to transculent?

"Well, it's something I can't explain to you, especially, but..." she turned her head, "Would be a better step up than to work in a small office cubic.."

"How do you know?"

You immediately flipped her body and slammed her into the wall, grabbing her neck.

"How the fuck you know, Ashley. I'll snap your throat in half right now.."

She grasped your hand on your throat, and she slowly struggled against your strength. the clasp of boots echoed in the hallway, and a faint sight of an American flag was in your peripheral vision.

"Dammit" you took your hands off her throat. As Ashley rubbed her neck, with the faint grasp of your hand, the red mark was still on her skin.

You stepped away from her, as you stared at Homelander emerged from the shadows literally..

"You know, Y/N, that was a good stunt you pulled off earlier.." he said.

You furrowed your eyebrows as you looked at him. You bit your lips, "What the fuck do you want!" you barked at him.

"I guess Ashley didn't tell you yet, Join the Seven," he responded with a small smile. "Im not good at math, but isn't there supposed to be 7 people, not 8" you respond.

Ashley was still on the floor, as she looked between you and the homelander. Her face was still expressed a bit of fear as you were yelling at homelander.

"Well, transculent missing, so you would still have a chance to be in there besides your power, and the seven would be better than what that cheap semitransparent cocksucker has.."

"Well, there's no way that happening" Take a step back, in case you had to run.

"Oh, sweetie, even you know that running is useless.." he looked at you.

You back up away from him, as you took a deep breath, and broke into a sprint, even though you were warned, you didn't listen.

The last thing you heard was some murmuring from the homelander.

Running into some Vought employees as you pushed some away, damn, who knew this building was so big, it was even hard with your heel pinching your feet.

You were stumbling as you tried to push some of the employees away from you. You saw a brief look of another super, 'Wait, was that..queen Maeve" you thought,

Before you notice it is too late, the last thing you saw was black, as you feel your body thrown over something like a ragdoll.

Today wasn't a good one, especially for you.

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dustylava · 2 years

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Y/n is holding on with the last of her strength, so as not to cry.

Men: Homelander: rolls his eyes and makes a face of disgust. A-Train: "well, you... Well, don't be sad, come on. Good luck to you." The Deep: "oh, come on. It's not that bad. The poor things in the ocean are much worse off, don't be selfish!" Black Noir: hastily turns away, continuing his business.

Ladies: Ashley: "when you smile, my legs are buckling!" Queen Maeve: "my heart beats faster because of your beautiful eyes!" Starlight: "when you're next to me, the stars shine brighter!"

Ashley: "A beautiful flower, that grew out of pain, I will take care of you. There is no need to be afraid anymore." Starlight: "I will hold you close to me, so you are not afraid of the darkness inside of you." Queen Maeve: "everyone who hurt you, is a dead man. I will kill all those, who dared to touch you."

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alexthecapri · 2 years

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IF I COULD KILL YOU, I WOULD - the boys x reader

author’s note: been hooked on the boys for the past few weeks and the beginning of season three left me feeling very frustrated, so here’s how i decided to vent. warning of spoilers up until the beginning of season three.

!: there are like three song references in this lol hope you catch all of them

presets: i like to write body-neutral inserts as well as i can, but this once i felt like the reader “looking” like a girl to homelander made plot difference, and it’s explained eventually why at the end of the story. reader has no assigned gender, but talks about using female appearance to manipulate a situation! no gendered pronouns used.

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In preparation for what you knew was going to be a long night, chasing after your leftover tasks of the day, you went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water, returning to the living room ready to start your marathon of catching up with everything you missed.

Except that just as you sat down on the sofa you were interrupted by your stomach, that started to make you feel unexpectedly bloated, and your bladder, that screamed at you to go to the bathroom. And so, you decided to listen to your body and scurried away to the toilet.

When you got there, you opened the door, turned on the lights and moved to lock yourself in. You spun on the back of your feet to face the mirror above the sink, just for that casual check of if you looked as hot as you felt like, and you found yourself face to face with a very big room, with windows that went from the floor to the ceiling, showing you skyscrapers in the distance. Inside the room, there were TV panels with some news being broadcasted by different channels, and some graphics you couldn’t even begin to comprehend. In the middle of the room, there was a big table in the shape of a triangle, with the inner part cut out. But… it didn’t really look like a triangle, more like-

Fuck. Oh, fuck. The table was shaped as a V, with the bottom and middle corner pointed towards the windows.

V as in Vought. V as in The fucking Seven.

“What the fuck.” You said, shivering as soon as you heard your own words echo back at you.

You didn’t even have time to ponder over how the hell you got teleported from your parent’s house, from the bathroom, even more, to another place entirely. The real issue was that you were standing in a room that by itself could mean one of two possibilities:

you were accidentally trespassing the site of filming for Amazon Prime’s series The Boys;

or, and the most terrifying option,

you were at the actual Vought Tower.

And even though some part of you tried to call you stupid for even thinking of option 2, the other side of your wrinkly gray matter counter argued that teleporting from your bathroom to another place was also stupid. Improbable, inconsequent, impossible, indictive-

Were you having a stroke?

You lifted your hand to count your fingers, for no reason whatsoever. It just seemed like a good idea to use your counting ability as a measure of if this was reality or if you were currently having a seizure on your bathroom’s floor and were hallucinating, or something.

Then, the doors opened behind you, and you heard a voice that chilled your body.

“Oh?”

You swore to yourself, then and there, that if you turned around and saw Homelander, that you’d attack him and ask questions later.

And as you saw him, that idea went completely out of your head.

You could see, even from afar, the twinkle of absolute depravity and madness on his face. He looked exactly as he did on the show. Once more, you thought that you could also be on the filming set of the series, and that physically attacking an actor wouldn’t be good for you - but, to be honest, what ultimately made you not act on your impulses was the bloodlust that you could see in the way his lips curled, mimicking a smile, even though it looked more like he wanted to rip his own face off.

You’d gladly help. Just looking at Homelander in person made your skin crawl. Fucking disgusting piece of-

“And what are you doing here?”

He asked, and his haughty demeanor didn’t change for a second. Behind him, you saw Black Noir turn the corner, and you felt your luck running out as the clock ticked by.

“Oh! I’m, uh, so sorry, Mr. Homelander!” And you brought about the nicest, good-girl looking grin you had, pretending to be shy and trying to look flustered. He had to believe that you were a silly fan, and that your heart was racing in attraction and not terror, or he’d blast your face off. “My mom works at the lab, and she took me here to see what my future could look like if I interned for Vought!”

Many times before, your ability to lie easily had put you in trouble, nonsensically creating small lies by habit and compulsively, but this once, you were very, very proud of what you could come up with on the spot.

He changed his smile for something more fan-service like, and you willed your brain to see him as something other than a fucking genocidal dictator, so you could keep pretending you were enamored with the piece of shit that called himself Homelander.

Black Noir, meanwhile, stood exactly where he was. Not moving a single fucking muscle, almost making your hairline sweat by pure intimidation tactics.

“Ha!” Laughed Homelander, and you tried not to let your smile tremble at the loud noise. “It’s very admirable to have your future planned, especially at a company as special as Vought.”

“Thank you!” You answered, lowering your head and making your eyes fidget back and forth from his face to anywhere else. You could literally hear a giggly ‘I’m shy’ going off in your head, and it took all of you to keep the sarcasm away from your voice. This was a man that could literally fry you. “I’ve actually always wanted to work for The Seven. I think the work you guys do is admirable,” and you also gestured to Black Noir, just out of spite, “and being part of the people that back your patriotic service is the most important thing I could do.”

For a moment, you could feel your neck and back tense, scared of having overdone it. You hated the patriotic nonsense this spangled asshole spewed, and you would never work for his cause - especially after that whole thing with Shitfront, being a Nazi and all - and you really, really wanted to bash his head in.

But diplomacy first, aggression later. You had to survive this before you blew Homelander to pieces.

He laughed again, and your escape made itself aware to you by the return of the pressure on your lower stomach just before he opened his slimy mouth.

“I also got lost, I, uh, was looking for the bathroom?”

°°°

After Black Noir simply pointed the correct way, you sprinted out of the room with a sweet smile and a call of “thank you for your service!” that made you want to swallow your own tongue.

Disgusting. Despicable. Derogatory. Diminutive-

“Are you alright?” And at the sound of someone else talking to you, you spun away from the mirror only to see Annie looking concerned.

Well, understandable. You did spend the last twenty minutes with your face shoved into the sink, eyes wide and unmoving. The fact that you didn’t see a single camera or filming crew on your way to the bathroom further drove the point home that, unfortunately, you weren’t going to be arrested for trespassing on private property, or even fined.

You might actually be a part of the fucked up and apocalyptic world of The Boys, and with that being true, you kind of wanted to spontaneously combust.

“You won’t believe how happy I am to see you.”

She seemed startled, but tried to smile, possibly thinking you were a crazy fan. Well, you were a little crazy, so she got at least one thing right.

“Do you have your phone on you? I need you to put on a song for me.” And even though you knew you sounded crazy, her own tactics to avoid being overheard were simply too genial for you not to borrow them. You wildly gestured with your eyebrows, even mimicking Homelander’s pose, so she could try and gather why you’d ask something like that of her.

Her eyes shone both in suspicion and recognition. “Uh, okay.”

Before she could scroll through her playlists, you intervened. “Chelsea Dagger. That’s a good one.”

Annie really looked like you were the weirdest person she’d ever seen, but honestly, considering the recent events on episode four, of Homelander killing Alex, you for sure weren’t the weirdest and-

Wait, wait. Were you even on episode four?

As the song started to ring out, you swallowed your lasting nerves of not knowing what the fuck was going on and cut the chase as soon as the vocals joined the instruments, knowing the fast-paced rhythm and singing would cover up your words for anyone else but her.

With a glance around the bathroom to see if the other stalls were vacant, you found yourself satisfied and opened up the conversation with, “I need you to take me to Butcher.”

Starlight took a step back, but you could see she was intrigued, despite being extremely on edge.

“Look, it will take me a while to explain, and I’d rather just do it once,” you carried on, before she could interrupt, “but for now, you just need to know that I know a lot more shit than I was supposed to, and I need to talk to all of you. The whole team.”

She stuttered, but held her ground of suspicion. “And who’s this ‘whole team’ you’re referring to?"

“Butcher, you, Hughie, Marvin, Frenchie, Kimiko. Last I checked, they’re all laying low at a store’s basement or something.” Her eyes started to glow, and the lights in the bathroom flickered, and you rushed to add on to anything that would make her feel less threatened. “Look! Look. I’m on your side, ok? I- fuck, cuff me, or you can, like, torch me with your powers if after we all talk you still feel like I’m a threat, but just please hear me out? I really want to help.”

Honestly, if it were you hearing your own speech, you would have fried yourself on the spot. Weak ass arguments, completely crazy and a liability for their kill-Homelander-plans, but you must’ve done something right, because Starlight was dimming her powers and looking at you with slightly less murderous intent.

Good.

“If you try anything, I’ll make you regret it.”

And even if she was a super, you didn’t really take her narrowed eyes and grinding teeth as seriously as you should. But, well, after facing Homelander and lying straight to his face, and surviving to tell the tale, you were feeling a little too lucky.

You were sure they were going to believe you.

°°°

“I don’t believe a fucking word you’re saying.”

Ah, there goes your confidence.

William Butcher was even brasher than you thought he could be, leering at you with that creepy, arrogant smile of his. It was still kinda nice to get to see this completely deranged anti-hero in person.

“And where the fuck did you find this idiot?” He asked, this time turning to look at Annie.

“Look! I’m not fucking lying, you bully.” You said, making Hughie’s eyes widen in astonishment. You had told them everything you knew, down to what you were doing before getting kidnapped into this mess of a universe and what happened at the tower, even exactly what you told Annie before convincing her to take you to the hide-out, and it had no effect on them. Time to pull out the ‘I know what you did in the dark’ card. “Hit me with the most recent supe-related news, and I’ll tell you what I know about it.”

Frenchie jumped at the chance. “Termite!” And when you just stared at him, even though Hughie was most definitely doing the cutthroat gesture at him, Frenchie just powered through, gesticulating wildly to illustrate his words. “Is it true that he shrinks himself and goes up people’s ass?”

Just like that, you had a lightbulb moment, even though the idea of recalling what happened sent a shiver of regret up your spine already.

“You haven’t gone after him yet?” And Hughie facepalmed, obviously concerned about having shared the mission with you, specially after Frenchie told you they’d do it tonight. “This is perfect, then. I’m going to detail everything that’s going to happen to Starlight, and she can confirm after the mission if I got it right.”

“And if you are, how do we know you didn’t set everything up?” Called Hughie, trying to look tough. You grimaced, and his pose faltered. “And why Starlight?”

“Trust me, I couldn’t make up what’s going to happen even if I tried. This is just a level above having outside interference, I guarantee you.” You rolled your shoulders back, looking at Annie now. “And she’s the only one I trust to not try to change things, and to keep secrets. She’s also not going to the mission, so. Self explanatory.”

When you told Starlight, away from everybody else, she looked completely mortified, face twisting up with every word you said. You told her about how Frenchie would see Termite fucking a barbie doll in front of an audience, and that the only sweet moment would be Kimiko watching a girl play the piano, and then the whole endeavor of Termite exploding a guy and then Butcher finally catching him with a bag of drugs, and you knew that for a second she wished she’d killed you in the bathroom so that she wouldn’t have to hear any of this.

“Oh, and Frenchie?” You called, just before he left the room with Kimiko to get ready for the mission. “Wear the tightest underwear you have. You’ll thank me later.”

°°°

Starlight left to go back to Vought, and the rest of the team left to deal with Termite and the visions of hell you had to endure back when you watched that episode.

Or was it this episode? Back home, were you part of the show now? Part of you didn’t even want to ponder over that, considering that being in the supe universe hadn’t really clocked in yet with your brain. Maybe you felt like you were really having a seizure and convulsing around, alone at night in the bathroom floor, because nothing else could explaing how the fuck you got here, much less how you’d go back home. No way were you going to stay in this twisted reality for longer than-

“So.” Marvin interrupted your daydreams, being the only one left to look after you. He complained with Butcher for hours before finally agreeing to come, the tipping point being when you took over the call and told him everything you knew of his life. Even though he was, as he said to Butcher, ‘out of the business, asshole’, he still rushed over. Marvin was mostly here to make sure you wouldn’t just wander off and disappear, or fuck everyone over, since now you knew where the hideout was, but you tried to think that he also wanted to keep you company. “Are you really as good at improv as you made it seem?”

You laughed, more to fill the silence than anything else. “It doesn’t make me look like a good person, but uh, yeah. I’m very good at lying, especially on the spot.”

He hummed, looking back at his hands and the drink he held, which looked like Whiskey. Or just some orange alcohol, you had no fucking clue. “You gotta be, by how cleanly you managed to evade Homelander. What was up with that whole story of being an intern?”

“Well.” You remembered your words to the shitty metahuman back on the meeting room, and gave MM a disgusted simper. “Had to fill up his ego, make him disarmed by seeing an innocent girl looking up to him. I guessed that the fastest way to make that fucker underestimate and disregard someone is by hitting both his desperate need of being loved and his chauvinistic view on women. So, had to make him see me as a docile and demure good girl and disassociate myself as a puny human from his grandeur as a god.”

MM’s mouth twisted downwards the more you spoke, and you lifted your own cup of water towards him in salute. Homelander was pathetic, infuriating and disgusting.

A few moments of silence went by, and you smiled before catching Marvin’s attention again.

“In the end, I guess I only made Annie get me to you guys because I actually believe you have a chance of killing that fucker.” Marvin’s eyes widened. You sat back, and he swore you looked a little too much like Butcher, with a crooked grin that reeked of chaos. “And, well, I’ve never been too much of a gore fan, but watching his head get bashed in is a show I wouldn’t miss for the world.”

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ppawmpkin · 2 years

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⁂︎ Attack on Titan Women Smut Headcannons

『︎нow тнey αcт αғтer ɴoт ѕeeιɴɢ yoυ ғor α loɴɢ тιмe』︎

↠︎мιĸαѕα αcĸerмαɴɴ

Nonchalant, she would try to hide how much she needed you. Her stoic expression hiding the fact that the sight of you was practically driving her insane. Every curve and dip on your body was taunting at her, teasing at that animalistic desire she had for you but much like a predator she had to remain subtle before striking, making her prey blissfully unaware of the not so innocent intent behind her seemingly normal and innocent actions. She would make excuses to pull you into hugs but her sneaky hands would find ways in other places, groping, caressing, patting up on every inch of your luxurious body. She hated how unaware you were, brushing her advance off, thinking that they were just jokes and she would pretend they were too but the wet mess that was in her panties said otherwise. Eventually, she would become impatient, finding a more noticeable way to coax you into her bed, slippery cunts rubbing against each other as you cried out her name. She would call it your “coming back” gift but you knew that was far from the truth, that was hers.

↠︎ѕαѕнα вloυѕe

Needy, as soon as you had walked in she would initiate something. She would ask how your trip was, acting as if she was interested in something other than the way the dress that you were wearing was fitting you. She wouldn’t make her glances short and sweet either, staring at your breast, adoring how they bounced when you would make a sudden movement, trying to exaggerate your story or she would be staring at your lips, how good they would feel on hers but also how they would feel pressed against her folds, the lip gloss you wore made them look even more appealing. Soon, she would tell you what she want, telling you how much of you she missed while you were gone, also how much you had to make up to her. One month? Oh, you owed her one month worth of sleepless nights cause she was to aroused by the mere thought of you, you owed her one month of not being satisfied by her own fingers because she missed yours in her velvet walls, you owed her one month of taking your panties and using them to get off cause that was the closest thing to you she had. That night, was the night she was claiming the dues you owed her.

↠︎ αɴɴιe leoɴнαrт

Angry, she would be angry at you. She was wondering how could you have left her for so long? As soon as you would walk in she would, give you icy glares, scoff whenever you had opted to ask her why was she acting this way and walk right past you when you would try to hug or kiss her. Ouch. She would be cold towards you but still caring, sparing you a chuckle or cheek kiss here or there. She had been absolutely starved, her sexual frustration had been up to a all time high, she needed you, badly. When her act was all played and done, she would be blunt with you telling you that she needed you and when you would think to question, she would throw you over her shoulders and take you to the bedroom. She didn’t have any time to waste, your clothing scattered across your bedroom floor, your legs spread as she was eating you out un-mercilessly, shaking and crying, but you wouldn’t dare have it any other way and neither would she.

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