#mikasa x black reader

[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

[cindol]

Hm.. masc!mikasa and her pink gf.

Mikasa Ackerman x black fem reader

tagging: @liuhko @hoesluvshanti

tw: modern au, written in the hc format, fluff, small suggestive-ness, y/n is a lil dumb,

a/n: I’ve had this in my drafts since May yall …. 😭 I just re-wrote it up a bit . srry if it’s a bit short !!

masc!mikasa who’s a total babe magnet to pink fem girls a lot. Her roster and ex’s are mostly just feminine pinky pink girls so it’s a surprise to nobody when she shows her new girlfriend y/n off to her friend group.

masc!mikasa was the yin to her pink hello kitty girlfriend’s yang, they were polar opposites but definitely worked. Y/n could handle mikasa’s calm and collected attitude always speaking for her sometimes at restaurants while mikasa could handle y/n’s excited extrovert personality, knowing just the right way to calm her down and listen to her.

Mikasa loved whenever y/n would coming running to show her new hello kitty charmed nails while mikasa sat on their couch with her legs spread. She gave a warm smile just touching the one hand looking at the new nails and kissing her hand saying a simple,”love them baby.” Her small compliments had a way of just making y/n melt, no matter how small.

Another way she could calm y/n down also is just listening to her and her rants. When y/n was pent up and just angry she’d listen and give her small opinions on it.

masc!mikasa matched y/n’s style perfectly also, she was the masc to y/n’s fem style. While mikasa wore nike socks and slides, tank tops with shorts and her hair tied up occasionally y/n always was wearing some pink mini skirt, a pink cami top or anything hello kitty inspired to match.

masc!mikasa loved to feed into her girlfriends pda especially with the funny cute TikTok’s she’d do with her. Letting y/n give her pink lipstick kisses all on her face and neck while she had her legs spread then the camera turning to y/n with a lipstick tube in her hand applying more lipstick.

masc!mikasa never makes y/n feel that she’s too clingy, even when she comes to mikasa asking. Mikasa just scoffs at what she says.���bullshit, don’t know what idiot made you feel like that but you’re never clingy. You’re just a lover girl baby.” That warms y/n’s heart.

masc!mikasa gets protective when she has y/n around certain men. She knows how some men can be perverted weirdos, especially when it came to sapphic women. She always made sure to watch them when they tried taking a peak under her skirt.

masc!mikasa likes teaching her girl self defense. Mikasa was proud in her ability to protect y/n but what would happen if she was never around? She feared for when y/n got in the hospital somehow or mugged so she was teaching her self defense.

“Cmon baby be serious, what if I was some burglar trying to mug you?” It just made y/n giggle at her girlfriend with a cheap mask on trying to steal the small purse she was holding.”if you were some burglar trying to mug me in a alleyway I’d just kiss ya to let me go baby!” She joked making mikasa just give into her antics and tackle her.

if y/n and masc!mikasa had an argument it wouldn’t last long. Y/n’s a huge crybaby, if mikasa even had a slightly mad tone she would get sad. Mikasa may not show it but she was exactly the same, as soon as y/n seemed hurt by her actions she was immediately trying to cheer her up or show how sorry she is.

masc!mikasa is the one who made y/n realize how toxic her family is in the first place and actually drop them. When y/n vented to her about her mother’s homophobia mikasa just had a sympathetic look.”you don’t deserve that baby, nobody deserves that.” She rubbed a hand on her arm to comfort her more.”if anything, my family will always be here when yours can’t. Levi always considers you family anyways”

[mookiesspace]

𝑆𝑂𝑈𝐿𝑀𝐴𝑇𝐸𝑆

ony x black fem reader , mentions of cheating , toxic relationship , jealousy , angst , use of pet names ( mama, baby ) , short story , not proofread

a/n : this is js a late night scenario I thought abt w cheater ony he been stuck in my head all night 😭 . + this is not part 2 !!

"I give you chance after fucking CHANCE Onyankopon and you still pull this dumbshit on me." feeling the tears start to burn your big doe eyes you throw all of ony's shit at him. you had already pack all his shit up that he left at your house just like last time. "I'm done trying to please and pamper yo lyin ass! WHY DO I HAVE TO PROVE TO YOU THAT I'M WORTH MORE THAN THOSE BITCHES YOU LIKE TO FUCK AROUND ON?!?!" he didn't even try to argue nor fight back with you. he knew he fucked up.. again. and this was by far your last straw. you've had it with him sleeping around with random bitches coming home to you acting like he loves and values you when in reality he doesn't. was it so hard to stay loyal?? what was it all for. you've spent to much time on this man and this time you were really done. as you finish throwing his shit at him you glare at him sucking back the small hiccups & salty tears you feel like expressing. "GET out. and I mean it this time Onyankopon. don't you EVER come back here." "Ma-" "OUT ONY!" and those were the last words you ever spoke to him before kicking him out for good. until that very night..

there he was. your good for nothing ass ex boyfriend, Onyankopon, standing up tall holding a bouquet of red roses as if nothing at all happened. "you've gotta be fucking kidding me.." you muttered in a shaky tone rubbing your puffy red eyes from pervious crying you'd done earlier. "Listen mama I know you mad bu-" "mad?? FUCKING MAD ONY!?!" you yell angerly cutting him off. is he fucking serious you thought. you didn't know if you wanted to cry or scream in that moment.. "I NEVER WANNA SEE YOU AGAIN ONY!!" before getting the chance to fully slam your door a hard hand brings it to a sudden opening again. "Please mama, just listen to me.. you know ian mean it.." "Ony get the fuck out" "Please mama. baby I need you to hear me." "On-" "Please baby..." and just like that it was last month all over again.. ony cheating on you, throwing him out, just to find him at your doorstep that very night with a bouquet of flowers sneaking his way back into your already broken heart. you feel your hot tears start to stream down your puffy cheeks and your lip begins to quiver. and there ony was, lifting your chin up only to lean in and kiss those pretty lips of yours knowing damn well you'd never get rid of him for good. because like you said you were soulmates..

[awill2live]

Quickie ★ Mikasa Ackerman

you and mikasa run late to a party

nsfw

“Baby, you almost done?” You called out from inside your bedroom, your voice a mix of excitement and impatience. The smell of freshly applied makeup and hairspray filled the air as you rummaged through the cluttered walk-in closet.

“Mika, hurry up. We're gonna be late!”

Mikasa was in the bathroom, taking her sweet time to perfect her makeup. The strokes of her mascara wand painted her lashes into sleek, dark crescents. Her lips the only thing that needed finishing, she reached for her lip gloss that wasn’t there. She called out.

"Y/N, can you pass me that tube of gloss?" Mika's voice echoed from the bathroom of her apartment, the walls adorned with pristine white marble and gleaming chrome fixtures.

You rush over to rummage through the vanity, your eyes landing on the object of desire. You picked it up, holding it out with a playful smile.

"Only if you let me put it on you," you teased, sauntering to the doorway.

Mikasa rolled her eyes, but the corners of her mouth twitched upwards in amusement. She sat down on the edge of the counter, her legs spread just enough to allow you access to her inner thighs. You stepped closer, twisting the cap off the gloss with a click and holding it up.

"Ready?" you asked, voice low and playful.

She leaned back slightly, the cool marble sending a shiver through her body. "Do your worst," she replied, her tone challenging yet flirty.

You took the gloss and painted it slowly over your own lips, smacking them together before leaning in to kiss Mikasa’s. The sweet, sticky substance transferred, creating a perfect shine.

But before pulling away, your eyes fell to the hem of her skirt, which had ridden up just enough to reveal the top of her panties. Your gaze finally breaks as you set the gloss aside and placed your hands on her thighs.

You knew how even more late you’d be if you did what was brewing in the back of your mind. But fuck it you were already behind schedule anyway.

You slid your palms up the smooth skin, the fabric of the skirt whispering against your fingers until they reached the top of the lace. You paused for a moment, looking up at her for permission. Her eyes were half-lidded, a silent nod of consent.

You gently pushed the skirt higher, revealing the rest of the lingerie. Your thumb rubbed the fabric, feeling the dampness slowly seep through.

Mika's breath hitched as you rubbed her clit through the fabric, feeling it swell with anticipation. She leaned back further, her legs parting slightly, giving you full access.

You took the invitation and slid the skirt up to her waist, leaving her bare to your hungry gaze. Her panties were soaked, the dampness darkening the fabric, and the scent of her arousal filled the air. You felt your own desire spike, your pussy growing wet in response.

Mika wanted you so bad, watching you as you took your time savoring the moment, the anticipation killing her as she began to whine and squirm under your touch.

"Stop teasing me, y/n" she breathed, her voice shaky with desire.

You giggled in response kissing your way down her neck, teeth grazing the soft skin before moving to her collarbone, making her gasp.

Your hands slid down her thighs as you knelt in front of her, wasting no more time than you already had, pulling her panties off and tossing them aside before dragging your tongue through her slick folds.

"So needy, aren't you?" lips parting from her pussy just enough to speak before diving back in, your tongue drags up to her clit before suckling on the sensitive bud over and over again.

The sound of your tongue moving over her filled the room, a sweet sound that had Mika's legs shaking over your shoulders and nails digging into the edge of the countertop. Your eyes were locked on her, watching the pleasure wash over her face with every lick and suck, your mouth working tirelessly.

Mika's breath came in ragged gasps, her chest heaving with every touch of your tongue. She could feel her orgasm building deep within her, she was a dripping messs and you made sure to lap up every drop.

Your hands gripped her thighs firmly, watching her squirm and bite her lip to hold back the moans that threatened to spill out. You knew exactly how to drive her crazy, and you wasn't going to stop until she heard those sweet sounds of pleasure.

"Don't hide from me mama, let me hear you" You whispered against her skin, breath hot and tickling.

You didn't wait for a response before your mouth closed over her clit again, pumping two fingers inside her fluttering walls.

Mika's hips bucked and she gave in to the moan that had been building in her throat, the sound echoing off the tiles. Your eyes fluttered closed, finally getting to hear all the sounds you had been craving. You felt powerful, like you had all the control in the world bring her to the edge over and over.

Mikasa stopped her movements when she felt her orgasm near, looking down at your head between her legs, eyes closed being completely focused on her pleasure, fingers wrapped around your hair, her pussy throbbing around fingers.

"Ahh fuck baby, feels so good" she moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head.

She can feel you smile against her, still tongue and finger fucking her relentlessly, cheeks hollowed out as you sucked her clit into your mouth, adding the perfect amount of pressure with your teeth.

Your tongue slid over her slit, tracing circles around her clit, teasing it until it was swollen and begging for release. Feeling the tension in Mika's body, the way her thighs tightened around your head, and her stomach clenched.

With a final flick of your tongue, she cries out, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. You felt the walls of her pussy clench around your fingers, and you moaned against her clit, as she gushed against your face lapping it all up.

Mikasa's hips move of their own accord, riding your face through her orgasm, her cries of pleasure bouncing off the walls.

Eventually she comes down, her legs shaking as they slowly loosen their grip on your shoulders. She takes a moment to catch her breath, chest rising and falling rapidly. You pull back, lips glistening with her juices, a smug smile playing on her face.

"Ready to go now?" you ask, standing up, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, and handing back her panties.

With a half dazed smile Mika glanced back at you, snatching her panties back.

“We’re late.”

[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.

[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."

[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.

。

[blond3ang3l]

“Tada! Do you like it Mika?”

You uncovered mikasa’s eyes and she was surprised to see the set up you spent hours on. She had been telling you about how stressed she been at her tattoo shop. Customers being dickheads and her workers just disappointing her every day. It had been like this the past few weeks.

“Oh bunny, what is all of this for?”

“For you of course! Cmon I made all of your favorites.”

The clacking from her platformed shoes along the concrete filled her ears. You led her to the huge blanket laid on the ground. You rented a park out and decorated with everything she loved. A bunch of bags and food laid out on the blanket in front of her. She turned to you and before she could even say anything a large bouquet of flowers hit her chest, along with something else.

“Are these?…”

“Tickets to slipknot? Yeah they are! Do you like it?”

Mikasa was taken aback. Just how long had you planned this? Was she really that busy that she hadn’t even noticed your little scheme.

“Jesus Christ bunny. You didn’t have to do all this? I didn’t even get you anything.”

“Mika stop it, this isn’t like it’s for our anniversary or anything. I just wanted to make you feel better. You’ve been so stressed and I wanted to help you.”

“I love you so much. You know that?”

“Mhm, I love you too.”

[fizziedoodle]

dating mikasa

[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.

[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…”

[cindol]

womanly strength ﹒ ୭ৎ

cw— smut, strap-on used, full nelson sex position, black coded reader, girl on girl

She’s aware of her strength of how she squash a melon with just her thighs and put someone in a tight choke hold if she wanted and she was for certain aware of your fascination for her strong arms, always darting your eyes at them.

She loves feeding into whatever kink you have for them, always putting you in a playful chokehold not too tight so it wasn’t putting your life in any dangerous but an enjoyable way to where it makes you grin clawing at her arm while she grins back.

She uses her strength to her advantage also when it came to turning you on in sex always doing new positions to test you. With you lying on top of her, legs bent at your knees and apart she’d wrap her strong arms underneath your legs to pick you up. It gets a gasp out of you at first once you felt the black strap on start to move in and out of you.”a-ah that’s!—mmph..”

Even at your confused gasp mixed with soft moans she hushes you when you grab at her elbows.”shh shh.. gonna feel so good in a minute baby. Don’t you trust your strong girl?” of you did, you always did even if you were a little suspicious so you nodded along with a mumbled ‘mhm’ too focused on how her strap was going in and out of you.

“then don’t be so worried, you know I always fuck you good how you like.” If her hands were free she would’ve gripped your chin for you to get the message but once she started to thrust in and out of you at a consistent pace you got it.

With every thrust you got wetter and your slickness was getting on the strap. Her thrusting was getting quicker and sloppier inside your cunt, she took it up a level planting her feet onto the bed and her arms gripping much harder underneath your legs. It was so much making you squeal and moan trying to just grab something with your flailing hands at it.”o-oh—mmph!— so much giving me so much!”

Her respond remained the same with a grunt.”you can handle it though yeah? You can handle your strong girl?”

ㄑ﹒ yuki tsukumo, mikasa ackerman, quanxi .

[mookiesspace]

$𝑊𝐼𝑀

Mikasa x Black fem reader , fem x fem , fluff , bimbo reader , implied smut , established relationship , drug use , make out scene

here you are sitting on the edge of your large 6ft deep pool in your shared highrise apartment smoking a blunt while slowly kicking your feet into the cool blue water while your lovely girlfriend Mikasa of 6 months was grabbing you both something to drink on. everything was perfect.. perfect girlfriend, perfect job, perfect apartment, perfect life.

"here you go princess." you turn you head slightly to see Mikasa handing you a glass of champagne "thank you babyyy" you reply kissing on her face as soon as she sat down beside you making her giggles softly at your sweet remarks before taking a small sip of her drink. how peaceful was this, watching the stars in the night sky shimmer and sparkle with the cool breeze of the air. "you look so good in that swimsuit baby.." you hear your lover mutter from her glass "thank youu babyy" you giggle setting your glass down and leaning into her puckering your pretty plump two toned glossed lips. she chuckled lightly before gently grabbing ahold your face while pressing her lips against yours exchanging a sloppy, sensational, tongue deep kiss. swirling and sucking on each other's tongues so lovingly practically eating each other and melting into one, so much energy and passion built into one longggg sloppy kiss. "mm.. fuck.." she mummers against your soft plump lips while licking your bottom one as you pull away for a gasp of air.

"m-mika..." you groan harshly. and just by that needy tone and that seductive look in your beautiful big brown eyes she had no choice but to give in. "cmon princess, let's go take a shower" she giggles as she stands up to takes your hand getting ready to end your lovely peaceful night with some steamy shower sex!

[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

[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 :)

[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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