#sasha braus x black reader

[spliffymae]

this is how i imagined sasha dressing for that wip i posted earlier. and after suffering severe brain rot, i came running to this app. 🤭🤭🤭

⚠️ afabreader, she/her pronouns, both reader and sasha are queer, mentions of oral sex (f receiving), it’s really fluff w A LOT of sexual tension.

song i recommend for vibes:

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sasha is such a good friend to you, she did so much to help you when you were in need.like in high school, when you would forget to pack a lunch, she would always walk around with double of hers—honestly it was because two meals were enough to satisfy her, but she never got to eat the other one. instead she would be handing the thermos or sandwhich bag to you with a blank stare, mumbling to you to be more mindful but she never stopped giving you food.

oh my gosh! she was such a positive friend for you. like that time in college, when she had introduced you to connie and jean from your guys’ kinesiology class. you had been wanting to get to know them for a while because of how chill they seemed, but were always nervous to initiate conversations. so sasha did it for you.

you four had become a friend group instantly. sasha had told you she felt the best vibes around them and knew they would be a great addition for you two. and they were. you guys would spend everyday together, either in connie and jean’s dorm or you and sasha’s shared apartment. whether it was studying, playing video games, movie nights, or just regular hanging out, the moment was never dull.

sasha was a supportive friend. when you began to date this guy porco, who was on your college’s basketball team, she would come with you to the basketball games. she was on the women’s team, so it wasn’t like she wasn’t interested, but it would make her nauseous to see how heart eyed you became when provo would make a shot.

but still, sasha was an understanding friend. when your boyfriend started to take more time away from you two, she didn’t get upset. you hadn’t experienced adult love before, so she understood.

when you would miss scheduled bonding time or her important games because ‘porco needed you’, sasha didn’t yell at you for it. she understood.

when you would walk into her room at eleven thirty at night, with a pout on your lips and glossy eyes, and complaining about how you have so much homework to do, she stays up all night and does half for you.

when you forget to study for a test in class, and are having a mini freak out in class the day of the test, sasha holds your hand in support, slipping you a folded paper containing everything you need to know to pass.

sasha braus was your best friend. i mean, who else would stay up late to listen to you sob about how difficult of a time you were having with galliard while simultaneously helping you part your hair for a protective style. passion twists, her favorite on you. you cried about how you weren’t feeling heard or seen in the relationship. you were feeling like he was with you for just the aesthetic reasons and didn’t bother to put in real effort. she listened through it all.

sasha was an honest friend. who couldn’t hide her face for shit when you revealed to her that every time porco eats you out, you fake an orgasm to make him feel good. “he just…gets in his head, s’all. i’m sure he’ll be good once the nerves go.” you would say, but she could tell you didn’t believe your own words.

but oh, did she have her moments. sometimes sasha would be a possessive friend. like when her braids ups would somehow almost always fall on days porco was spending the night, she would take advantage of your kindness and ask you to wash and put a treatment in her hair. you would protest about not wanting to take the whole night, but she’d pout and bat her lashes,and you would melt away. porco would be irritated and sasha was always elated.

sasha had a lot of good qualities about her. one that you loved was how much of a comforting friend she was. when you would have your bad mental days, where everyone and anyone was getting muted and ignored, sasha was the only one that got to be near you.

you would send her a text at 1pm, asking if she were up. she would tell you she just got up and crashing from morning practice. you wouldn’t respond, instead sasha would hear the padding of your feet before seeing you at her bedroom door. you were wearing one of your big tees with only panties on and long socks. you wouldn’t talk as you got under the blanket with her and wrapped your arms around her waist. she would hold you, placing a comforting kiss to your forehead and just lie in silence with you.

sasha was everything you could ask for in a friend. you would always say how lucky you were to have her in your life. she was the only one who truly understood you. and because of that, sasha was a protective friend. like when she was at a party with connie and jean, and saw your boyfriend grinding up on a girl who she knew wasn’t you. why? because she left you home since you had a final term paper to do.

so sasha did what she knew was best and got up from her seated position on the stairs, nodding to jean and connie that she would soon return. she draped your boyfriend up in an instant, threatening him that if he doesn’t leave and go get you the sweetest apology present this instant, she would perform an impromptu castration on him.

sasha was your experienced friend. who would fascinate you with all the different sexual experiences she’s had with both men and women.

“but wait, so do you like receiving or giving pleasure more?” you ask as you lie across her bed, dressed in her basketball jersey you took from the laundry basket.

sasha stared off into space for a second, thinking about her answer. you couldn’t help but notice how good she looked. jaw clenching while deep in thought, sitting with her knees to her chest and arms over her knees. her hair was out naturally straight with a beanie on top of her head. she was wearing a black crewneck and plaid pajama pants. you watched her eyes look over your figure before looking to you, smiling as she said “giving.”

sasha was your observant friend. she would always have to fill you in on the innuendos and subliminal messages that went over your head when you two would watch movies or listen to jean and connie talk. so she was surprised when your response to her wasn’t an oblivious nod of approval, but a clench of your thighs.

sasha was your smart friend, who figured out your sweet spot when she would watch you dress up as her personal cheerleader for every one of her games, and see you write her jersey number, 9, on a specific spot on your neck.

after she would take her team to victory with a twenty point lead, she would pull you into a hug, dripping in sweat, and placing a quick and hazy kiss to that number that adorned your neck, mumbling about how much good luck your presence brought her. you would feel your body temperature rise, and you would ever so slightly tighten your hold on her jersey.

sasha is your best friend, who you would rather die for than lose. she was your day one, go to, ride or die—she was everything you needed in a better half. she was a friend.

so why now, when porco fucks you to an orgasm, are you thinking of her on top of you instead of him?

[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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[quiveringdeer]

Camera Roll Challenge: Dating Sasha Braus

This woman is such a force of chaotic sunshine!!! It's so hard being down whenever she's around. She's so effortlessly funny even when not intending to be. But even though there are times when she seems a bit like an airhead, we know that's not nearly the case.

Sasha is a real empath ™️ You won't change my mind. When things need to get serious she can be serious. If you're in some other kind of need or trouble, she'll be there on the double! And she can recognize when you need her bubbly sunshiney charisma and when you need her laid back, supportive, just there for you presence.

You're bestfriends and lovers. And while that should be a general given for any relationship it's so completely obvious to an stranger glimpsing you two together for even a moment.

And while Connie is definitely her soulmate and Jean's not that far behind, your relationship is just as strong. No one ever said you couldn't have multiple or different kinds of soulmates and Sasha Braus is a shining example of that being true.

I have so much more to gush about this woman but I have other photos where I wanna do a part 2 for her so I'll chill. There'll be some context for the photos below the cut. 🥰

Top Left: Sasha is an early riser. Being a lifetime hunter makes it natural for her. And even if you don't like waking up until the sun is way high in the sky, there's no denying the satisfaction that comes with being up before her and catching this photo. Her hair all mussed from the way she likes to burrow her face into a pile of pillows and bring the puffy comforter up over her her ears. Early morning rays tenderly illuminating her form as she groggily sits up and faces the open window. What'd be impossible for anyone else to glean from this brief snapshot are the next beautiful moments connected in your memory.

Her hand reaches up, scratching at her scalp while her head tilts back. The messy curtain of chestnut shifts back just enough for you to see her mouth gaping in an audible yawn. The tone starts soft and flat then rises in a tapered pitch that rolls to the back of her throat before you here her lips begin to smack loudly. You used to think it was something she did on purpose during a yawn to make you laugh. Now you know it's simply one of her naturally adorable quirks.

When her hand lowers to the mattress it pats over the padded comforter toward your side of the bed. When it fails to find you there Sasha's head turns, expression pinched cutely in bleary-eyed confusion. Your laughter tumbles out before you can stifle it to take another photo. She rubs her eyes with the back of her thumbs, blinking a few times before grinning so wide her eyes slip closed again while she makes grabby hands at you. It's impossible to do anything else but move immediately forward, dropping your phone to the bedside table as you crawl over the comforter into her arms for morning smooches.

Second row left: Stopping by each horse's stall so Sasha can give them carrots and pats before she saddles up for her mounted archery field practice.

Second row right and third row left: Cute lunch date photos before meeting up with Connie and JeanBo for the newest action flick.

Third row middle: One still from the video Sasha and Connie asked you to film as they recreate a shadow fight scene with their shoddy "combat skills". To be fair it may have been more legitimate if any of you had been able to quell the fit of giggles at their antics.

Third row right: At Connie's place waiting on the quick spaghetti dinner he promised to whip up for everyone. A picture worth a thousands words but offering up thousands of questions in return. Why did y'all allow Connie to be chef for a night? Why out of you all is he the one with the nice gas stove that has an open flame? Why didn't you go check the kitchen earlier when you noticed Connie and Sasha starting up their combat reenactments again that brought them out into the living room?

Last row left: Supposedly "grocery shopping" with Sasha but she refused to grab a cart cause she just needed the essentials and now 10 minutes in she struggling to carry the armload of nothing but snackfood.

Last row right: Sweet photo Jean captured of you and Sash passed out on the bus. Not recommended, but when a bitch is tired a bitch is tired. 😩😪

[rumisgf]

PASSENGER PRINCESS - connie springer x black!reader

summary: your... best friend takes you on your weekly late nights drives. but, this night is different: both of you are aware of the tension between y'all even though neither of you address it- until tonight. warnings: marijuana usage, best friends to lovers, eventual smut, yk car sex, french kissing

you just had got off work, and today really wore you out. it was the usual: your manager was getting on your nerves, there was this lady who tried to argue with you over the counter, and you had to train probably the most incompetent teen who had just got hired. all you knew is you need a blunt and a nap.

as you're laying on your bed ready to kick your clothes off, your phone buzzes. a text from connie, probably the only person you have patience for right now. it reads 'you home?' to which he knows you are, he found out when you get off work (because he listens, of course. totally didn't do his own research before you even told him directly). the minute you text back he's calling your phone, and you roll your eyes a bit 'cause you already know he wants to bother you now.

"hello, sir?" you can hear him smack his lips.

"man, you not even tired! i'm 'bout to head out anyway, just wanted to see what you was doin' right now."

"what, you trynna pick me up?"

"don't ask dumbass questions, you want me to pull up or not?"

you smile to yourself, and get up to change out your work clothes. "mmm... yea. c'mon."

"bet." *click*

soon enough, you see his car pull up from your apartment window and make your way out the door. as you walk down the stairs, you can't help but grin to yourself. no matter how bad of a mood you're in you would never miss an opportunity to chill with his fine as- you mean, the only tolerable dude you know.

you open the car door, the smell of weed hitting your nose. "yooo!" connie greets you with a smile, and a wood in hand. he already had started to roll up before you even made it to the car.

"nigga, what did i tell you 'bout smoking outside here?! if i get in trouble, it is not gonna be my fault!"

"you'on wanna hotbox?" he asks obviously, making you roll your eyes as you buckle in your seatbelt.

he starts the car up and places one hand on the wheel, ready to find an empty parking lot. he notices how you stare outside the window, hand resting on your cheek. "work piss you off?" you simply reply with, "why?" and he says "you not talkin' like usual and actin' all bothered."

he was right, work did piss you off. but for some reason, he was making you especially nervous today. "ion know, just my manager was on dick today. and i had to train this lil' boy he was pissing me off too. i know he a kid but damn, this why i ain't wanna be a trainer in the first place. i already work overtime most of the week i don't be having the energy for that shit, y'know? he keep giving me all these things to do like my schedule not already tight and i'm busting my ass just to still not get promoted yet." it was nice to get stuff of your chest like this because it really calmed you down. better yet, he knew how to calm you down. he knows how to listen while making sure you're still having a good time.

he eventually pulls up to a gas station. "well, don't let that shit bother you. you probably gon get promoted anyway cause you actually do your job. besides, if that don't happen, i been telling you to quit anyway." getting out the car, he pulls his hoodie over his head and comes to open your car door. "now c'mon." "i don't want noth-"

"i said c'mon, mama, i'm getting you snacks! and i want some too i'm not leavin' you in here."

having no argument, you get out and walk with him inside. since it is late, you're the only ones in there and there's only one cashier in sight. the mid aged lady smiles at the two of you as she notices the door bell ring. you both grab a drink of choice from the freezer and make your way to the counter. he sees your eyes dart to a bag of chips, and he picks it up to place it down before you grab his hand. "you don't have to, con." he ignores you, sliding it to the cashier to scan. "oh, stop it, you act like i haven't payed for your hair before."

"your total is $12.59"

he pulls a 20 out his pocket, handing it to her a taking his change. as you both leave, she says "by the way, you two are such an adorable couple!" but, before you can correct her, connie replies

"thank you, ma'am!"

now, you're both sat in the car laughing at the interaction that just happened. "thank you? for real?" you say through giggling. connie simply shrugs, "i ain't wanna make her feel bad!" in your mind, you began to question his response still. why didn't he say no? "i mean shit, you don't look bad so." he stops, furrowing his eyebrows and side eyeing you. "oh, if i was ugly you woulda had a issue?" you look to the side as he pretends to start to be offended. "well, yeah duh." he laughs in response, you following after. "alright, dude."

eventually, he pulls into a random parking lot. you see a bench and a sign, so you assume this is just some park in the area. luckily, no one's here anyway. connie's hand finds the back of your headboard as backs up into a spot. "found this spot like yesterday, nobody really around at night. plus it's chill, i wanna talk to you and ion wanna be bothered seeing other people around."

you can't help but focus on his jawline as he looks back, barely paying attention to the words coming out his mouth. "you even listenin' to me?" he snaps you back into reality. you turn back in your seat as you smack your lips and he chuckles, settling back into his seat. he picks up from where he started, rolling a blunt for the both of you. once he finishes he pulls out a lighter from his glove department, bringing it to his mouth. your eyes pay good attention to his eyes glancing down at the wood, his fingers, his mouth as he inhales, and the way he looks at you after he puffs out smoke.. god he looked fine.

"damn, you gon' take it?" he asks before you even get the chance to zone out completely. you mutter "my fault" before taking it and bringing it to your own mouth. now, its his turn to examine your movements. you don't even notice him eyeing you: the way your acrylics look as you hold it, your makeup still looking nice after a full day of work, your closed lids, the way you're slightly titling your head back... fine as fuck he thinks to himself. he takes off his hoodie as his body warms up. when you look back at him, you see his toned arms in the moonlight and your face begins to heat up. "you feel better, ma?" you nod in response, attempting to contain yourself. however, he can't help but examine you and you begin to notice. "so, what you wanna talk abt?"

he uncharacteristically fiddles with his thumb and looks down. "well shit..." you take another hit, still making eye contact with him. "after that thing just happened it kind of reminded me even more," he takes a pause. he puts his hand out, and you pass the blunt to him before he continues. he brings it to his lips, slowly inhaling. then as he exhales,

"what if we was a couple?"

you take a second, nearly being took out your high that barely started coming over you. "oh.. uhm-"

"not like that, just what if, y'know?" he quickly interjects to save himself from possible rejection. "yeah of course....well, ion know like i said you not ugly." you end up shrugging. sure, you guys are friends, but it would be a complete lie to say you haven't thought about it yourself. you had just never planned on voicing it. "well, what do that mean?"

"i don't know, you not ugly. if we talking hypothetically you my type i guess." you explain, avoiding saying how you actually feel. "i guess is crazyyy." he leans back in his seat, throwing one of arms behind his head as he takes another hit. "so, i'm yo type?"

you feel yourself start to smile. "now what do you mean, sir?" he simply laughs. "i think you pretty too, y/n." his statement catches you offguard, and you find yourself speechless. he only laughs more and looks straight at you, now half-lidded with red hued eyes. "you ain't notice me starin' at you for how many times you been in my car? and you the only girl i really be having in my car, you basically my passenger princess."

the name passenger princess makes you feel warm in a place that you are not willing to acknowledge. "...well, i been starin' at you too. surprised you ain't notice" he's quiet for a second, then looks down at his lap with a smirk. "i did." you smack his arm and he's now in a fit of laughter as he relishes in your embarrassment. after a minute, he smiles at his eyes cant help but focus on your lips. "what?"

he takes a minute to think over the choices he's about to make. and after some thinking, he comes to a conclusion. "...c'mere, mama."

you stare at him for a second, questioning if this is a good idea. but, the way his arms look after removing his hoodie and the way he's manspreading is definitely blinding your judgement. so, you find yourself climbing in his lap just slightly raised up enough so you're not actually sitting on him. but, his hand wraps around your waist and makes you sit down. "aw c'mon, why you bein so shy? it's just me." and he's right. this isn't even the first time you've been this close to him or sat on his lap. your friendship has very little... boundaries. or better yet, you two have a closer platonic relationship than others.

he stares back at you as he raises the blunt in his hand to your lips. you take a hit, blowing smoke directly in his face. you both smile and laugh softly, connie biting his bottom lip. "you so goddamn fine, i swear."

all you respond with a soft giggle as you lean closer into his chest. he wraps an arm around your shoulders and holds eye contact. finally, you both slowly lean in, closing the distance between your faces. his lips instantly catch yours and set a steady pace. he tastes like soda and indica, but right now that is so delicious to you. subconsciously, you slowly move your hips on his laps in rhythm with the movement of your lips on his. he lowly grunts and pulls away. "woah, what you trynna do?" he mumbles, eyeing your body on top of his. "shit, i been holding in a lot, con... i'm on what you on."

his eyes find your thighs, then comes back up to your red, lazy eyes. "you sure, ma?" you bite your lip, "yeah... you want to?" a soft chuckle leaves his lips and he leans back in, centimeters away from your lips. "i been wantin' to do so much to you, y/n, i wanna make you mine.."

his lips crash onto yours and his hands immediately find your ass, massaging the plush skin hidden by your leggings. your tongue finds it way into his mouth and he matches you, tongues dancing with each other. you can feel his boner from under you, and you hope he can't feel you throbbing on top of him. he pulls away again, and tugs at the hem of your leggings.

"can i move these, baby?" he asks. you nod, and he pulls them down to your knees. you shimmy them off knowing you're better off without them restricting your ankles. in return, he scoots you back and he unzips his pants, pulling them down to reveal his stiff hard dick under his boxers. nearly drooling, you eagerly move back up and kiss him again. you grind your hips on his lap once more, moaning into his lips at the feeling. his hand go to guide you and kneed on your ass. he groans into the kiss, you making him harder than he already was.

then, you pull away. he takes a second to look down and notices the wet spot forming on his boxers. he smirks to himself, "damn, baby you that wet?" you look away, still grinding on him. he laughs to himself at your reaction then slides his hand down, pulling your underwear to the side. this thumb finds your clit and you gasp at the sudden contact. he rubs slowly, eyes glued down. he pays attentions to the way your hips begin to buck upward at his touch. then, he slowly slides two fingers into your entrance. "o-oh fuck-!" you moan out. looking back up to you, he licks his lips and focuses on you. "like that, mama?"

you hum in response, eyes closing with pleasure. grinning, he curls his fingers and earns a louder moan sliding out your lips like butter. the sound of you and your wetness as he plays with you is music to his ears. "c-connie..." as you moan out for him, he perks up teasingly. "hm, baby?" you open your mouth to speak, and cut yourself off with another moan. "i- fuck.. i need you"

"need what, babygirl?"

you whine, knowing he's making you say it. "..need you t' fuck me, bae.."

with that, he slips his fingers out of you, bringing them to his mouth and keeping eye contact as he licks them clean. while he does this he lets you pull him out his boxers, dick springing out. you already had a feeling, but he's big. you stroke him slowly, taking notice of how he squirmed in your touch. "fuck, y/n.." his hips buck upward and his lids close for a second, slightly throwing his head back. you end up throwing off your underwear, leaving you in only your hoodie you left the house in.

"take yo time, okay?" he says softly as you lift up. you nod, and finally begin to sink down onto him. he bites his lips as he feels your slick coating him as you slide his dick into you. your hands grip his shoulders as you sit all the way down, feeling every inch of him. you both moan at the feeling. after a few seconds, you start moving up and down on him. your head falls into the crook of his neck, moaning onto his skin and sending chills down his spine. "f-fuck...baby.."

his hands find your hips, following your movements. "damn baby, just like that.. ride that shit.." you pick up the pace and your grip on him tightens. he now goes to grips your ass, helping move you up and down on all his length. "fuck-! 's so big.." you're whining and moaning into his shoulder, working yourself on him.

connie starts to move his hips in unison with you. "yeah, you like that shit? he starts grinning, looking at your face buried into him. "mhm.. love this dick.." your slick is staining his boxers even more as it drips down while you coat his dick in arousal. "i know, mama, this pussy takin' me so well... you wet f' me." he smacks your ass, earning a small gasp out of you. "look at me, ma."

you lift your head and he smiles at you, admiring your current state. "sexy as fuck.." he moves to massage your hips before pecking your lips. "love you, princess." your heart flutters, as well as your pussy, and your lips form a small smile. "love you, pa" you circle your hips on him and he hums with satisfaction, curses falling out his mouth. "yeah, just like that.. so fuckin' good.."

you ride him with intent, doing it like you had always did in your fantasies. "you feel so good.." you moan, your hole gripping him tighter. "fuck.. i know, ma, i know. takin' this dick so well."

a knot begins to form in your stomach and your eyes squint again as you look back at him. "baby, 'm gonna cum.." you moan, now moving up and down faster. in response, he begins fucking up into you at the same pace.

"mhm c'mon, nut all on this dick." your moans grow in volume and you become putty in his hands. "fuckfuckfuck!" you cry out as your eyes close shut, and you're slamming your ass down on him as you chase your high. he moans as he watches you, holding you tighter. "yeah, there you go mama..." soon, you begin writhing on him as you cream on top of him, painting his dick white. you can feel the strings of your own cum as he continues to thrust into you, reaching his own orgasm. "c-connie! fuck!"

"'m close baby, 'm close, i know." his breathes are frantic and his head is thrown back. "holy fuck, baby.. shit-!" he pulls out as he jerks himself, releasing himself on your ass. you both lay on each other, out of breath as you come down. he looks at you, a smile growing on his face. "don't you go fuckin' somebody else like that, you mine now."

you smile back tiredly, leaning in to kiss him. this kiss is slow, and loving. you pull away, "and you mine."

© rumisgf

[blondieeu]

kinktober week 1

constance "connie" s. - car sex

connie who is too quick to say goodbye to everyone at the halloween party even if you were only there for an hour because the raven costume you were wearing looked so good on you.

"ou-..put that fuckin' pussy on me baby"

your elbows rested on the parcel shelf with your head hung and buried in your hands while your boyfriend grunted profanities into your ear. strong tattooed hands squeezed and spread your ass apart to help you get it in a little deeper.

"that shit feels so fuckin' good mama..look so pretty ridin that dick"

your boyfriends voice rasped as he let all his thoughts translate right from his cock and out of his mouth, his thick brows furrowed as he watched your puffy pussy slide on and off his thick cock. picked your head up and placed your hands onto his shoulders, rubbing at them.

both of you held a deep lust filled eye contact with one another while you rode him now, going all the way up to his tip and then back down to his pelvis. connie tugged his lip between his teeth like it was going to stop him from moaning out loud anyway.

"you gon make me nut in you sweetheart.."

“hnngh”

connie whispered something, probably another profanity and something about him cumming as his head fell back.

"gon make daddy give you a fuckin' baby, mama..that’s what you want? you want a baby for halloween?"

your boyfriend asked you like he was gonna give you a chance to answer, wrapping his arm around your waist and thrusting his hips up into you. your hand was quick to press against the foggy window for more support.

“yes con—nie”

blondieeu xx

[luvrrgirl444]

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[chososlittlecrybaby]

TEXT MESSAGES WITH OUR FAVS!

Onyankopon! Levi! Eren! Armin!

ONYANKOPON! trying to figure out where you’re at.

Eren! shooting the party up because you wanted to be petty and crack a joke.

LEVI! whos you’re dead beat baby daddy tripping out because you have a “sugar daddy”

Armin! who’s your best friend and brings up embarrassing memories.

[reinersprozacbottle]

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

[fizziedoodle]

dating sasha

[materialgworlas]

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

[cyb3r-m4ra]

This is the most random thing to have as a first post but I need someone to make a fic of Aot x reader where it's based off of the show Love Island.

HEAR ME OUT!!!

[slutsukio]

study date. (bf!armin x blk!femreader)

in the heart of academia, where the fragrance of knowledge lingered, you and armin ventured into the sacred realm of the campus' library, bright and early─ 5 o'clock in the morning to be precise. the atmosphere was charged with the palpable anticipation of impending final exams, a collective buzz of students immersed in the rigors of preparations for a plethora of upcoming tests. amidst this sea of focused scholars your eyes met a diverse array of individuals engrossed in their respective studies.

the daunting task that loomed before you and armin was the mastery of ASL by the approaching monday. while both of you possessed a foundational understanding of the basics ─ the fluid conversations, the nuanced expressions, and the art of signing in tandem with spoke words ─the nerve-wracking reality emerged from the knowledge that seven seasoned and professional sign language interpreters would scrutinize your skills and presentations.

in the light of this challenge, the hours unfolded as a crucible of dedication and meticulous practice. each minute, you and armin delved deeper into the intricacies of ASL, refining your signs and perfecting the synchronicity of your expressions. the library, once merely a backdrop for academic exploration, transformed into a haven for the relentless pursuit of linguistic finesse.

as the hours progressed, the weight of the imminent presentation hung in the air, motivating both of you to strive for nothing short of perfection. the goal was clear ─ to deliver a flawless performance that would not only showcase your proficiency in ASL but also captivate the attention of those seven discerning interpreters.

the clock had barely struck noon when you and armin decided to take a respite from your intensive study session, finding a quiet alcove amidst the library's towering shelves. releasing a contented sigh that resonated with the weight of a momentary relaxation, you indulged in a luxuriously deep stretch, your body unwinding like a cast basking in the warmth of the sun.

as your muscles surrendered to the stretch, you shifted your gaze toward armin, a genuine smile playing upon your lips, a manifestation of the unspoken joy derived from the simplicity of the moment. with an appreciative glint in your eyes, you deliberately took in the details of his features─ the sun-kissed strands of his blonde hair, the depth of his cerulean eyes that held a multitude of stories, and the subtle allure of his soft pink lips.

observing the rosy hue that painted his cheeks in the aftermath of maintaining prolonged eyes contact, you couldn't help but notice the subtle yet undeniable impact it had on him; a silent exchange that lingered in the air like an unspoken connection. the shared laughter that followed echoes with the resonance of newfound understanding, a bridge of camaraderie spanning the distance between you. in the wake of this unspoken exchange, a question lingered on the tip on your tongue, and as you parted your lips, you felt the weight of curiosity intermingled with the delicate dance of unspoken words.

in the cocoon of that tranquil pause, you breached the subject of mutual aquaintances, "how's connie doing these days? i heard about what happened at the game, sasha told me, and i heard he popped his leg out of place. is he better?" the concern in your inquiry echoed through the air, a testament to the bonds that tethered your lives together and the genuine interest you held for the well-being of your friends.

armin released a heavy sigh, the weight of concern evident in the furrow of his brow and the weariness that seemed to settle on his shoulders, prompting him to scoot his chair closer to the table, running his fingers through his silky hair, he began to unravel the table of a recent mishap, unfolding a narrative of injury that went far beyond a mere inconvenience.

"the doctor had to pop it back in place," armin disclosed, his voice carrying the echo of empathy for connie, "and he has to walk with crutches for the next three weeks." the gravity of the situation hung in the air, casting a somber shadow over the room. armin, who continued to relay the complete picture, continued, "then, on top of all that stuff, he has to do physical therapy before he can even entertain the thought of being back on the field."

as armin shared this intricate web of challenges and setbacks, you couldn't contain the spontaneous "damn," that slipped through the air like an unintentional sigh. this unexpected outburst, accompanied by a chuckle that escaped your lips, lingered in the atmosphere, a momentary lapse in the gravity of armin's narrative that perhaps wasn't needed at that exact juncture. realizing the time of your reaction, you quickly offered a sheepish apology, "sorry." the word woven with a sincerity but also a half-assed awkward laugh, seeking to mend the delicate fabric of the conversation.

in response, a soft smirk danced onto armin's face, a subtle acknowledgement that, despite the seriousness of the shared tales, your momentary lapse had added a touch of unexpected levity to the exchange. "well, boohoo for him," you continued, your voice taking on a playfully dismissive tone as you sought to downplay the weight of armin's challenges. "like i always say, it aint none of my business-" your sentence hung in the air, poised to continue, but before you could add another layer to your commentary, a sassy ahem cut through the air, the unmistakable sound of the librarian's disapproval punctuating the moment with a touch of stern interruption.

the librarian's gaze, sharp as the edge of a well-worn book, fell upon them— a silent warning echoing through the air and casting an almost tangible aura of disapproval. feeling the weight of that stern scutiny, you exchanged a perplexed look with armin, your eyes seeking answers within the depths of his expression. turning back to the librarian, a subtle ballet of facial expressions unfolded— your eyebrows knit together in a quizzical fashion, followed by a dismissive eyeroll that conveyed a mix of frustration and nonchalance. with a dismissive shake of your head, you refocused your attention on armin, seamlessly resuming your conversation with him despite the looming disapproval.

undeterred by your nonchalant disregard, the librarian, an imposing figure draped in an air of authority, advanced toward your secluded corner. her disapproving gaze now took on a vocal form as she delivered a speech about the perceived disrespect you two were displaying, disrupting the studious ambiance for other diligent students. despite your strategic position tucked away from the prying ears of your fellow scholars, the librarian seemed determined to voice her disapproval.

as she embarked on her lecture, you prepared a retort, ready to stand your ground against the unjust accusation. "first and foremost-" you began, a spark of defiance in your eyes. however, armin, ever the voice of reason, interjected, offering a sincere apology in a bid to diffuse the escalating tension and avoid further trouble.

the librarian, though not entirely convinced, graced you both with a half-hearted smile before waddling away, a symbolic retreat but with lingering scrutiny, watching over you like a vigilant dog guarding its territory. seizing the momentary reprieve, you kicked armin's leg, a clandestine exchange in the aftermath of the librarian's watchful gaze.

in the tense silence, you dared to challenge the silence. you signed to armin, "that strict bitch got me fucked up." your fingers moving with precision. armin cracked a smile, and a soft laugh, before it was contained with his serious face— which he could not hold. a daring comment on the librarian's serious countenance elicited the first whispers of shared laughter.

armin, his expressive hands translating his thoughts into graceful features, embarked on signing soliloquy, articulating the depth of your disdain towards the librarian and how he found it both audacious and amusing. even as he chastised you for the audacity of your words— well in this case, signs, —a subtle symphony of amusement played on his lips, manifesting as a soft chuckle that gracefully danced through the air with each sign, weaving together the threads of his disapproval and shared amusement.

your frustration bubbled over as you signed back to him, a clear expression of discontent etched across your face, "i don't care how mean it is, she should've waddled her saggy-titty ass over to those kids over there who're munching so loudly you can hear it from a mile away." the intensity of your annoyance was palpable, yet a paradoxical twist of humor tugged at the corners of your lips as your fingers signed your frustration.

in the midst of your evident frustration, a peculiar phenomenon unfolded – laughter, like an unexpected gust of wind, swept through the solemnity of the moment. the dichotomy between your exasperation and the absurdity of the situation struck a chord, and an involuntary laugh escaped your lips. this unexpected release triggered a domino effect onto armin, who, caught in the whirlwind of conflicting emotions, joined you in a symphony of laughter.

hands instinctively rose to cover faces and mouths, desperately attempting to stifle the burgeoning laughter, but it proved futile. laughter, contagious and unrestrained, echoed through the air like a rebellious melody. in the shared absurdity of the moment, you and armin found yourselves caught in a loop of hilarity, your attempts to quell the laughter only intensifying its persistence. the library, a bastion of silence, momentarily surrendered to the raucous symphony of mirth you both unwittingly orchestrated.

as the librarian, her patience threads worn thin, strode over to our secluded corner, the air in the library seemed to tense, much like the yellowed pages of a time-worn volume about to surrender to the weight of ages. with a demeanor as stern as the rigid silence she enforced, she brought her presence to bear on our animated study session. in a moment, akin to the snap of an old volume's spine yielding to the passage of countless readings, her restraint unraveled.

the second warning followed swiftly, a non-negotiable decree delivered with the eloquence of a stern flick of her fingers. it marked the abrupt end of our scholarly haven, and you and armin found yourselves unceremoniously expelled from the temple of quiet learning. the librarian, a harbinger of order in this sanctuary of knowledge, insisted on our immediate departure, scolding us for the transgression of laughter in her sacred space of silence.

as we gathered our belongings, a ripple of amusement still clinging to our senses, you and armin exchanged glances. you, sprawled on the floor in a fit of uncontrollable laughter, and armin, tears streaming down his face from the unexpected hilarity of the disrespectful moment, shared a moment of connection amidst the chaos. in that shared gaze, the laughter echoed louder than the librarian's reprimand, transcending the confines of the library's strict decorum and etching a memory of a rebellious, yet delightful, escape from the temple of silence.

beyond the weighty portals of the library, liberation unfolded with a saccharine taste, and the resonance of their laughter, akin to a clandestine elixir, cascaded through the echoing corridors. in the shadowy recesses, you and armin, you guys' backs pressed against the frigid walls, imbibed the bitter-sweet irony of their ejection from the sanctum of silence. the solemnity of scholarly pursuit clashed harmoniously with the exuberant and indomitable spirit of youth.

"perhaps," armin mused, his voice a thoughtful cadence, "we might find solace in a locale less draconian in its demand for silence." he delicately wiped away the remnants of laughter-induced tears, exhaling a deep sigh that metamorphosed into an affable smile, a blend of mirth and contemplation.

in response, you, still caught in the remnants of amusement, nodded with a grace that echoed understanding. "a haven where the librarian of knowledge not only tolerates but appreciates the symphony of humor might be our refuge." a melodic chuckle escaped your lips, harmonizing with the lingering echoes of laughter, as you embarked on a leisurely stroll down the corridor, transforming the expulsion from the library into a vibrant and enlightening chapter in your unconventional yet knowledge-filled study session.

❁ suki speaking — fun study session with armin, followed with lots of laughter and scolding!! this was fun to write ngl. the longest oneshot i ever wrote. ts was 2k words, hell. this was meant for neso + all the armin fanboys / fangirls, and his ass better ready every one of these 2,017 words. ok byee guys, im gna go work on my ocs now :3.

[novistarplanet]

How the aot girlies wear their acrylic

A/n so like im a beginner nail tech and i thought this was fun to do🤭 i got the idea from @ohayopoko

Mikasa

- she will most definitely wear a nice classy ombre set I dont really see her stepping out of her comfort zone and doing any other colors

- she doesn’t like charms :( at MOST she would get like a Dior nail foil

- I dont really see her getting acrylics like that i feel like she would only get them on special occasions🤷🏽‍♀️

- i dont see her going to a nail tech she walks straight into a nail shop

6/10

Historia

-i most definitely feel like historia would go ALL out

-She makes getting her nails done into a event and like period cant really hate on her

-gets her nails done frequently halloween? she already booked her appointment! Christmas? She already got the inpso pic!

-Most definitely have a private nail tech she drags ymir each time she goes(even tho that btch dont get nothin😒)

- also gets nail art

-BUT i could also see her with a short classy french tip set yk this girl got a whole town to run🤭💅🏾

10/10

Ymir

-if your looking at a blank image yea she doesnt get her nails done

-Theirs no point😭 she doesnt get the point spending money on powder and plastic only for it to popped off in the next 2 weeks

-doesnt even get painted😟

-dont even take care of her nails

-has hang nails

-SHES A NAIL BITER TOO.

(cues SpongeBob scream)

1/10

Girl do better.

Sasha

-she rocks both long and short but i put long up there

-Shes the type of client who has food and dirt under their nails😷

-Ew

-but minus her eating she takes really good of her nails

-and also tips well :)

8/10

BONUS

Mama Carla

-Say what you want about her! but she slays!!!

-doesnt let her age stop her and she gets nice nail sets

-not to long or short appropriate

-she still gotta get on eren🙄

10/10

i couldn’t resist.😭

EREN

-Now yall know eren would come and get this

-he loves coming with he’s mama to the nail shop

-even INSISTS he get hes feet done too

7/10

[quiveringdeer]

Camera Roll Challenge: Dating Sasha Braus part 2

Part 2 by popular demand! (my brain needing more Sasha content 😤 and @strawberrystepmom being a sweetie to ask😘)

Ok we all know Sasha is a top tier comedic dork without trying. But can we also acknowledge just how freakin cool she is??

It's such a treat seeing her in her element outdoors or in the archery range. The way her breathing slows as she pulls back the bowstring, arm perfectly level as those pretty brown eyes focus on where she wants the arrow to hit.

And let's take a second to think about the way the muscles in her back and arms flex when pulling back a string with a draw weight of 65lbs (29.5 kg) on her recurve bow. Even going in not knowing anything about archery or draw weights that's gotta sound pretty impressive.

Just looking at Sasha it isn't that obvious how incredibly strong she is. She's not rockin Mikasa's washboard abs, her tummy is generally really soft cause we know girl is constantly shoving food in her mouth and we love this about her 😌. But due to her being an avid hiker, hunter, competative archer and just doing all the random hijinks of climbing on everything, her arms and legs are incredibly strong. Which means snuggling in close with her or receiving an official Sasha Braus hug is such a comforting, safe experience.

Because food is such a huge love for her it's always a fun and positive experience cooking with her or going out to try new eats in town and especially when you take trips for her archery competitions.

Although Sash is an incredibly active person she's very open to stay home days where you both stay in sleep clothes and play games or watch movies. As long as she has you and some snacks, she's more than happy.

top right: chill day at home reading while sasha amuses herself by tossing up peanut m&ms to catch in her mouth. somehow, one goes astray and before you even know what's happening she's diving over the back of the couch to 'save' it. Now how does someone with such impeccable hand eye coordination get herself in this situation? 🤔 that answer will have to wait until after you capture this adorable snapshot and finishing laughing.

second row middle: this photo is in your camera roll cause Connie sent it to y'all's group chat. Askin if you wish you were there. Which, nope. You're happy you don't have to pretend not to know this trio of fools. Where do they even get these urges from? Isn't Jean supposed to be the voice of reason? He tries to be but he's just as silly as Sash and Connie sometimes. Fools. But you love them all.

second row right: just trying to scroll through your phone when Sasha is craving attention. 🧡

bottom right: moments like this remind you of your girlfriend's genius. 🥰

[yallfavblkgirl]

𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐏®, 𝐜𝗼𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐱𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫!

𝐬𝐮𝗺𝗺𝐚𝐫𝐲 ➜ you, connie, jean, and sasha go on a road trip but the drive is longer than expected and connie can’t stop himself from touching you.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ➜ neck kissing, jerking off, smoking while driving, and nipple play. i’m sorry if i missed anything!!

road trip~ you were in the backseat with connie, jean and sasha sat in the front. “jean! how long do we have until we get there?” sasha whined as she passed the blunt to you. connie pulled the blanket over you guys, “DAMN! JEAN CAN YOU TURNED THE AIR OFF?!” connie yelled as you almost choked on the smoke from laughing.

“CAN YALL SHUT THE HELL UP?! FINNA TURN THIS WHOLE CAR AROUND!” jean yelled and the whole car went silent, he turned off the air conditioning and focused back on the road. “thank you jean.” you said and connie start laughing as he grabbed the blunt from between your fingers.

jean pulled into the gas station, him and sasha went into the gas station as you and connie stayed in the car. connie looked at you as he put his hands on your waist, “tryna do a little quickie?” connie asked you with a smirk, “boy no, this is jean’s car.” you laughed. connie pulled you closer to him and started kissing your neck, you let out soft moans as you held connie head down to deep the kisses on your neck.

connie hands trailed up your shirt, you didn’t have a bra on so it was easy access. connie immediately started playing with your nipples, making you moan even louder, “con baby you gotta st-mmm.” you couldn’t even get done with your sentence without moaning.

then you heard sasha yelling from inside the car so you immediately pushed connie away from you and moved back to the another of the car. you heard jean open the car door on the passenger side, “my lord! we almost spent 100$ in the gas station because of this bitch.” jean said as sasha had 5 different bags in her hands. “jean! who you callin a bitch cuz the last time i checked you were getting pegged by mikasa.” sasha said, jean looked at her with a flustered look.

you and connie looked at each other before you two bust out laughing.  “JEAN YOU GOT FUCKED BY MIKASA!?” connie laughed, “me personally jean i would not let her do me like that but that’s just me.” you joked making connie laugh harder.

some time after, connie was sleeping and you were just listening to brent faiyaz that was playing in the car. sasha fell asleep after eating all that food and jean had airpods in so he could hear his podcast. “baby,” connie tapped on you and you turned your body towards him, “i thought you were sleeping.” you whispered to him and connie smirked at you.

“you can’t sleep, you all over my mind diosa (goddess).” connie said and grabbed your hand. “can i?” connie asked you and you just nodded because you were so caught up in the moment and you wanted connie just as bad. connie put her hand down his pants so you started stroking his dick, you rubbed his tip causing him to moan. “mmm you so beautiful ma.” connie moaned out as you continue to rubbing. you started rubbing faster, “i’m finna cum.” connie told you and you smirked, “i want you to cum on my hand.” you whispered to connie.

you ended up having connie’s cum all over your hand, you brought your hand to your mouth and licked the cum off your hand. connie started breathing heavily, “damn.” connie breathed out and you got on his lap and you two started kissing. jean looked in the review mirror and saw you two making out, “nasty bitches.” he whispered to himself.

𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐏, y’all i’m working on a bunch of stuff for y’all but mainly i’ve been working on more anime stuff. 🤭

[blondieeu]

love letter. constance “connie” s.

“dear diary, i met a boy today. he said his name is constance but his friends call him connie. really cute nice swag kinda tall, he told me that he hoop but he don’t look like he play ball!”

connie falls in love with you the day he sees you at the park.

it be a hot summer day, the middle of july actually. one of the hottest days of the week and connie decides to go out and play ball with jean, onyankopon, eren and a couple of the other boys.

they play a couple games, everyone in their wife beaters, the white nike compression shirt he wore damp with sweat with still a couple more games left to play and people start to sit around them, it’s what normally happened when you played in parks.

but connie couldn’t even play the game anymore after he noticed you, so pretty sitting on that bench with your friend. your hair was pulled into a low ponytail and you wore these ridiculous big golden hoops.

“connie cmon lock in you could’ve got that!”

“my fault bro”

for the rest of the game, every time he made a shot he couldn’t help but turn around a wink at you or point to you, like he was dedicating it to you. how could he not when he caught the sweet smile that would spread into your face after?

after the game is over, he drinks some water and comes over to you with a smile on his face and good intentions ready to sweet talk his way into your phone, also being internally thankful he went to get a line up the day before.

more tattoos threatened to spill from the cover of his compression shirt and a pretty golden chain laid against his collarbones, studded earrings decorated the males ear.

“i like to hoop sometimes as you ladies can see, ya’feel me, but id like to get to know yall more.. specifically you,”

and then he’d flash you an overly charming smile when you pulled out your baby pink colored phone and began setting up a new contact. connie stuffed his hands in his basketball shorts pockets, a little sheepish and giddy you agreed.

“you’re cute..?”

“connie. my names constance but everybody that kno’ me calls me connie”

“you’re a real cutie connie, don’t ruin that”

“so you like me too?”

“i’ll see you later connie”

he can’t get you out of his head for weeks after that.

blondieeu xx