here I am with my thirst....I hardly ever send these in but please excuse me lmao but lately, I've been seeing a lot of dom! Eren and he's so mean and knows how to bring you to your knees.....but what if we look at loser! Eren who whimpers when you kiss his neck for the first time, a breathy shudder as you pull away to palm his bulge. Long forgotten were the history books on the floor as you straddled him letting him feel under your shirt almost cumming in his pants until you sat back letting him pull his pants down in a hurry.
"You want me to make you cum Ren?" you asked watching his cock spring free as he nodded eagerly keeping his hands fisted in his blankets when you wrapped your fingers around the thick base jerking him off while sucking on the head feeling his ven throb when you licked the underside.
his moans are so breathy and whiny as he throws his head back, a cascade of beautiful chocolate hair falling down his shoulders. This can't compare to his fist, your mouth was wet and warm as you went further down cupping his balls.
loser! Eren who cums quickly, pink dusting his nose and cheeks, "I'm sorry-" you cut him off by kissing his lips.
"Don't worry about it, you did a great job."
loser! Eren who discovers he has praise kink.
oooomg, morgan yes yes yes!!! I’ve been obsessed with subby boys lately so for Eren to be shy and submissive makes my brain go ahsjskalsjs
loser!eren would get so flustered when you praise him, his mouth hanging open as his delicate blush reddens along his cheeks. small little choked whimpers would fall from his soft lips, his large green eyes widening when he feels his heart violently careen against his rib cage.
he’d do anything to please you, desperate to hear those sweet words again — the precious words that causes a warmth to bloom in his chest.
“can– can I please you, y/n?” he’d ask, and once he saw your eyebrows raise in question, he’d rephrase his statement. “I– I want to make you feel good… please?”
with a simple nod from you, he’d spread your legs, his emerald eyes watching you intently as he lowers himself between your thighs. loser!eren would be the type to stare in awe at your dripping folds, his fingers coming up to play with your essences that leaks out of your fluttering hole in wonder.
you’d moan when the pad of his index finger circles your entrance ever so lightly, causing his eyes to snap back to your flustered face.
“just like that, ‘ren, oh god, just like that.”
hearing you moan for him, telling him how good he’s making you feel would cause his dick to twitch again. loser!eren would continue his ministrations, lowering his face so he could lightly suck on your aching clit, his fingers finally slipping inside you with ease.
“Eren, oh fuck— that feels so good, baby, you’re making me feel so fucking good,”
the more you praised him, the harder his erection became again. he’d rut himself against the mattress of the bed, growing more confident and completely overcome with euphoria as he starts to hungrily eat your cunt, his slender digits pumping in and out of you with vigor. he wouldn’t stop until more praises slipped past your lips, morphing into incoherent babbles of how good of a boy he is, how good he makes you feel, and quiet chants of ‘yes’ as you cream all over his fingers. your cum seeping down his hand and into his mouth as his breath studders, his voice whiny when he cums all over his thighs and your sheets.
as you both caught your breaths, he’d ask with a high-pitched voice, still not fully recovered, “did I do well?” and of course, you’d nod, telling him just how well he did while placing a tender kiss against his jaw and guiding him to rest against your chest so you could play with his sweat-dampened locks.
Any chance a pal could get number 6 and Zeke? (This is such a fun idea btw.)
of course, you can, and his card is 69 so for everyone who wants to sit on Zeke's face here ya go lmao and thank you 🥺🥰
sexy card game
tags; x fem! reader, facesitting, fellatio, a little dirty talking, ass slapping, Zeke is a little shit.
"Ok, but what if you can't breathe?" you asked looking at your boyfriend who sat on the other end of the couch rubbing your legs going higher until your legs were spread letting him get a good view of the panties you wore under his shirt.
"I'm a grown-ass man, I'll let you know. Do you still want to try it?" he asked looking at you patting his face.
"I even kept it warm for you, but my beard might tickle." he teased as you laughed and stood up from the couch pulling down your panties throwing them at him, Zeke caught it stuffing them in his pants making you roll your eyes smiling.
with him in position on his back, you straddled his face squeezing his head with your thighs feeling his tongue already lapping at your clit, one thing about him is that he wastes no time and doesn't care that you're struggling to unzip his stupid jeans while moaning stopping your ministrations a few times.
Zeke slapped your ass gently catching your attention, "Aren't you going to get sucking, or am I doing all the work?" he asked before drawing your clit in his mouth.
rolling your eyes again in pleasure this time you bent at the waist finally freeing his heavy cock from his boxers, you stroked softly at first before giving him the same kitten licks to the swollen head.
"Just like that, you're mouth feels so fucking good." Zeke groaned between your folds as his finger joined rubbing your clit while using his tongue fucking your quivering hole.
his cock was now in the back of your throat letting him thrust his hips up taking your job over but he didn't mind.
if Zeke knows one thing it's he knows how to eat pussy.
hey, I hope you're doing well! could I request some pining!levi?
is my love too much? — levi ackerman
— levi ackerman x female reader (modern au | headcanons)
— warnings: slight angst bc we all experience this while thinking about the person we like (i know i do lmao), fluff <3
— summary: levi will always pine for you.
— notes: awww, i'm doing alright, anon :>> i was listening to lauv's 'feelings' while planning this in the car and god i'm starting to regret it because i can't stop smiling agh :<< now, i want a partner damn it. thank you so much for this request, here's some pining!levi for you mwah
ah, pining!levi, this is such a fluffy scenario.
levi doesn't believe in love at first sight. a person isn't worthy of his affections and attention if he doesn't form a deeper bond with them. so, it's a great surprise to him when he first saw you because the first word that he immediately associated with you is --- magical. you are so pretty in his eyes that he takes a sharp inhale. initially, he brushes off this little tingly feeling that he gained in his first meeting with you during the freshmen welcoming and buries it in the deepest chest of his heart. ultimately, he even forgot that you made him feel that way as the entire academic year blurs in front of him.
you two aren't in the same college major and you don't share classes until sophomore year. he stops in the middle of walking to his chosen seat the moment he sees you sitting in one of the chairs of the lecture hall. levi even stares down at his phone, where his schedule was set as the wallpaper, to make sure he's in the same room. nonchalantly regaining his thoughts (because you make him look like a fool just standing there with parted lips), he calmly walks to the row in front of yours. it was kind of fast how the two of you became acquaintances, exchanging small talks here and there, until you became close friends.
you are placing your belongings back to your backpack when you hear someone clearing their throat in front of you. you look up from the act of putting away your iPad, with levi's blank face greeting you. you instantly smile at him, your eyes sparkling under the overhead lights. "hi, levi," you tell him, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear.
"hey," he responds, deep voice sending ripples of warmth inside your chest. levi inserts one of his hands in the pocket of his hoodie, eyes darting from yours to the seats beside you, anything but you because you make him nervous for some reason. "let's grab lunch together?" he nods towards the opened entryway of the lecture hall, face never betraying his thoughts and emotions.
"sure," you agree before finally standing up from your seat. "let me just text my roommate real quick."
levi slightly deflated. "oh." the one-syllable word making you glance at him. "you already have plans?"
"oh, no." you slightly laugh, waving your hand to reassure the onyx-haired man. "they don't have class the entire day and they're too lazy to get out of our dorm room. i just wanted to let them know that i'll be buying them lunch."
"ah." levi nods in understanding, looking at anything but you again. now, both of his hands are in the comforts of his hoodie pockets. "let's go?"
you sidle up next to him, both of you walking side by side in the hallways. "the bistro?" you casually ask, looking at levi with a giddy smile. he didn't reply to you for a few seconds, only staring at you with an awestruck look on his face. you tilt your head in question, breaking the spell you cast over him. "you alright, levi? looks like you were in a trance there. you're not feeling well?" you raise your hand to his forehead, stopping with a centimeter separating your outstretched hand from his skin. "is this okay, right?" at his nod, you gently place your hand, humming when it's his normal warmth. "you're fine. just tell me if you don't feel well, okay? i won't mind if you go and take a rest in your apartment."
he only shakes his head, angling his head away from you to hide the redness blossoming on his cheeks. levi clears his throat. "i don't get sick that often, though. i was just thinking of something."
you smile at him. "don't let those thoughts swallow you." you cling on the sleeve of his hoodie. "here, i'll anchor you."
levi's heart is racing and he hopes you won't hear the song his chest is dedicating to you.
two things: longing stares and hesitant touches.
no matter where you are, levi is always looking at you. even though his face remains impassive while staring at you, somebody from a three-meter radius can distinguish that his eyes are soft around the corners, holding an emotion he unknowingly show whenever you're around. if he sees you from across the courtyard, walking to your next lecture, he will literally stop and take the time to admire you from afar. he's pretty contented with this kind of set-up; him being your secret admirer while you're oblivious about his affections. levi's comfortable that way.
he doesn't expect too much from this crush of his. yes, it's hard to hide when you're sitting close to him, your fruity shampoo entering his senses and intoxicating him in the best way possible, but he's alright with just admiring you. there's that small voice inside his head telling him to make a move but he stays put because he knows you have a lot of priorities, with you being a part of your department's org and a scholarship student at that --- you once told him that relationships are the least of your worries. yeah, it pinched his chest but levi understands your sentiments. the most he can voice out to you is his support, at least from that, you know he cares for you so much.
levi's completely drunk in you. absolutely smitten. whipped. down bad as farlan puts it. because fucking hell, you're so beautiful it physically hurts him.
"do you think she's sleeping right now?"
farlan stares at levi with an incredulous expression. "... levi, i think you're the one who's supposed to be sleeping. i can see your eyebags from here." the blond closes the refrigerator, one hand placed on his hip while the other holds a carton of soy milk. "why are you pulling an all-nighter in the kitchen? and don't you have a free day tomorrow? and is that," farlan leans forward to see what's inside his best friend's mug, "beer?!" he practically hissed the word, fully-aware that if he shouts, isabel will be in a bad mood tomorrow morning.
"wrong," levi drawls. "this is apple juice." he lifts the mug to let farlan smell the contents.
farlan only sighs. "man, this," he motions to levi's figure, ignoring the small glare directed at him, "is getting bad. you have to tell her what you feel. you'll end up being single your entire university life if you continue being this groaning boy. we don't want that." the small glare transforms into a full-on glower. farlan sighs again, sitting on one of the counter stools, directly in front of his brooding roommate. "listen, what's the worse that could happen? if she comes to reject you, we'll drink all the apple juice we could find in the uni's convenience store. my treat."
"that's the problem." levi chugs down his drink. "i know i'm saying i'm alright with her not reciprocating my feelings but it hurts just thinking about it. as much as i don't want to admit that i'm completely fine if she finds happiness with other people, i'm still wishing it's me who's making her happy." he groans, burying his hand through the locks of his hair. it's getting longer, practically going past his eyes. "i like her so fucking much," he whispers at nothing, wishing it's your ears he's directly saying the words.
farlan grimaces. this is the first time he's ever seen levi so vulnerable and he doesn't know if he should be empathetic or laugh about it. levi looks nothing like the blank-faced lovesick idiot he has been since the start of sophomore year. "okay, here's the plan. we collect information by following her socials. i know her twitter and instagram because isabel follows her. you don't have those, right?"
levi shakes his head.
"i figured. okay, so we'll make you an account today and there, you get to update on her life, whether she has someone she likes or her preference." farlan faces his palm to levi. "give me your phone." once he receives the device, farlan opens it to an unread message. "uh, i think she texted you." farlan jumps back because levi lunges at him, both of their eyes wide, with the former placing a hand on his chest because damn, that surprised him. "what'd she say?"
a rare smile lights up levi's face. "she invited me to study in the library." he looks up at a grinning farlan. "we'll have lunch together, too."
"i think you don't have to worry about her not liking you."
"what?"
"shh, young grasshopper, let fate do their thing."
he turns on your account notifications the moment you two are following each other in twitter. you're the only following he has in his instagram no matter how many times farlan says he should follow back people, levi still chooses to have you, only you, in his following list. this is the same case in twitter. the sole reason he created these accounts is you so it feels right to see your posts in his timeline. he doesn't care if he's behind the trends spreading across the student body, you're there to send the latest memes to him.
random yet shy compliments.
levi is one of those people who can't say anything positive without it coming out as sarcasm. most of his compliments for you comes in the most random of moments. you'll be slurping on your ramen or stuffing your face with some fries, and he'd go, "you're so pretty". he doesn't even know how to stop his thoughts from coming out of his mouth, especially if before he says those words, everything is quiet.
when you're cold, levi takes off his oversized jacket and drapes it over your body. it doesn't matter if you didn't voice it out, levi knows that when you rub your arms or exhale longer than necessary, it means that you're getting cold. he likes it when you wear his jacket or sweaters because your perfume sticks to the piece of clothing. every single day, he lends his jacket to you without a word before turning to the other direction.
"you don't have to walk me to my next class, levi," you tell the blank-faced man. "don't you have a class in about fifteen minutes?"
"let me just walk you every day, yeah?"
"... if you say so. bye-bye! see you later, levi." a tug in your shirt stops you in your tracks. you turn around to find levi taking off his jacket, handing the material to you with his head tilted down to avoid your gaze. "you're not going to use it?"
"no," levi answers. "just take it."
you tentatively take the denim jacket from his hands and insert your arms through the sleeves. his signature perfume immediately blankets you in another kind of warmth that you didn't mind, making you smile with heat coloring your cheeks. you look at levi through your eyelashes, finally meeting his wide eyes. you sweetly smile at him, admiring the way his eyes flicker from your torso to the sweater paws on your hands. "thank you, levi."
he clears his throat, rubbing his undercut awkwardly. "no problem. well, see you later."
"ah, wait."
"hm?" the moment levi turns around to the sound of your voice, he's met with a soft kiss on his cheek. everything stops for a moment and all levi can do is stare at you while you prettily smile, waving those adorable sweater paws as a temporary goodbye. he waves back at you, mind still hazy from the kiss and heart beating loudly that the entire hallway can hear it. he covers his face with his hand, feeling his cheeks becoming warmer by the second. levi murmurs through his hand, "fuck, why are you so cute?"
a pining levi means you get the best of both worlds. you have an amazing friend who knows everything there is to know about you and a possible lover who's willing to dedicate everything just for you to feel so much more than the intensified sparks you share while being close friends. there is no worries of feelings being unrequited because you both know the other holds an extreme amount of affection that can rival the stars in the sky.
Request: bakugou hawks and todoroki meeting their kids from the future pleeeasee :33
A/n: There it is! Let me know your thoughts or if you wanted something else feel free to request again!
.:✩ Bakugou✩:.
He’s dumbfounded.
He’s genuinely confused because he thought he’d never have kids?
He always pictured himself as the Greatest Hero, and for that, sacrifices needed to be done, like leaving behind his desire to have a family.
This doesn’t really stop him from getting to know his daughter, who unsurprisingly got his awful personality.
Physically, the only things that made it obvious to him that the twelve years old girl was his daughter were her burning red eyes, explosion quirk, and spiky hair (but it was h/c).
Despite being her future daughter, he calls her ‘little shit’, but he’s ready to beat the crap out of anyone who dares to look at her maliciously.
Man, did this over-protectiveness surprise him.
He’s like, ‘the fuck?’, but gets over it pretty soon, deciding that spending time with her and getting to know his future family was far more important.
Katsuki treats her to some shopping, ice cream, and whilst chatting, he learns that sadly, she has a crush on Deku’s kid.
He’s gonna annihilate him.
No one touches his baby girl, especially the spawn of fucking Deku.
Anyways
He tries to figure out who her mother might be, and the color of her hair leads him thinking about you.
He can’t suppress the redness that crawls on his cheeks, intensifying by seconds as he imagines you pregnant, carrying his child.
His daughter seems to pick it up, and with a smirk and wiggling brows, she asks “Thinking about mom again?”
Katsuki chokes on his spit, not expecting the little shit to say something like that so suddenly.
“Fuck no! What the fuck makes you think that?”
She shrugs. “Your face always turns that color when you look at her, or when you think about nasty things.”
Katsuki is dying of embarrassment, but still, he wants to be sure that you’re the one marrying him and not someone else.
So, he swallows his pride, and in a pitiful attempt to hide his burning red cheeks, he turns around, voice soft as he asks about her mother’s name.
“Bakugou Y/n”
Cue, Bakugou drags you around, forcing you to spend time with him and the little girl, not really telling you who exactly she was.
He watches you interact with your daughter, constantly getting lost into the sight whenever there’s some motherly instincts snapping inside of you, like wiping away some food from her chin, or blowing on her scratched knee, talking to her with a babying voice, etc…
After the kid is back to his time, Bakugou noticed how her personality took 190 degree after he brought you, acting as if she was the sweetest angel alive while when alone with him, she gave him a hellish life.
He realizes that a week after she’s already gone.
“That little shit…”
“Huh?”
“Nothing. Say… you free this Saturday night?”
“Yes, why?”
“Good. I’ll pick you up at eight o’clock. Make me wait and I’ll blast you in the outer space.”
anon asked : can we get some head cannons of “some attractive things ___ does”? with bakugou? unless you’ve already done it, in which sorry for the trouble!
NOTES : i was planning on making one for him along with the other characters but pls do send a request for any character (from any anime !!) for this lil series im doing since thats very helpful to me <3 anyways PLS ENJOY ANON <333
flexes his muscles A LOT
like does it without even realising
example being when he’s cooking and those arms just arming mmm
he definitely wears rings sometimes with his outfits
would hold the back of the seat while he reverses
when you sit in his lap he leans back and puts his arms behind his head
smirks at you like all the time
when you’re studying together he’ll put his head on the table
and stare up at you to distract you just so he can tease you
‘oi, focus on the work. better yet, take a pic, it’ll last longer 😏’
would definitely wear a headband around you
also is a chains wearer type of guy
omg when he’s teasing you and you’re struggling to come up with a comeback
he’ll look you up and down and raise his brow, mouth in a slightly open smirk as he chuckles
Connie has the fattest chickens cause he overfeeds it, Reiner has the prettiest chickens cause he pampers them with quality food, Eren has long chickens cause they're actually turkeys and no o e has told him yet
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y’all to be honest we don’t really ask for much either, I think a lot of writers loose motivation because of the lack of interaction they are receiving. like yeah reblogging helps but we want to hear your thoughts!! so please help all of us out even if it’s just a simple little thank you note :)
paring - Levi x Reader (use of she/her pronouns once)
summary - a summer evening at the Ackerman’s. Zeke likes you a lot. And Levi isn’t so happy about that.
tags/cw- high school AU, underage drinking, fluff, friends to lovers, slow burn
word count - 7.4k
a/n - Erwin and Zeke are childhood friends and this is the hill I chose to die on.
“C’mon Kenny…” you whined, giving the older man your best puppy dog eyes as he slumped further into his chair, pouting. The fresh early night air had fallen on the suburbs as the sun started to hide, a cool summer breeze lightly blowing across the small patio in front of the Ackermans’.
“No way. If your mom finds out about that, she’ll fuckin’ kill me,” he replied, before bringing his cigarette back to his lips, taking a long drag out of it. On the small garden table, an ashtray and an old pack of tobacco were lost among scattered notebooks and snacks. Zeke, on his right, had seized the opportunity of seeing him smoke in front of you to roll a cigarette for himself, going along with the older man in his smoking effort.
Erwin laughed at your interaction, straightening up in his chair as he reached for his lemonade glass on the table. You and Kenny had been nitpicking for half an hour now, as usual. Levi, who was more than used to this type of scene, looked at you absent-mindedly, his legs crossed and his head resting lazily against his arm.
just like water, you carry your readers in a new world, and they just can’t do anything but follow. your poetic writing allures the readers in with beautiful words, just for them to find themselves on the deepest oceans floors, where you make them taste pain in its sweetest form. water writers are the gentlest liars, they show the readers a small stream, and no one can see the waterfall at the end. if you were a tag, you would definitely be ‘Everything is Beautiful But Everything Hurts’. cliffhangers are one of your strong points that, mixed with your incredible versatility, make you a great writer. your stories have a deep meaning, and never miss to leave traces on your readers hearts. you don’t limit yourself, you like to explore the deepest parts in the human soul, and that’s why readers can sometimes find MCD in your stories. your endings tend to be sad or open, and your stories have the power to drag your readers with you, from the highest waves of a storm, and to the darkest secrets of the ocean.
this feels like the highest compliment i ever received when i honestly feel like a 4-6/10 writer :’)
tagging: @kitastowel @haikyuutothetop @amjustagirl @forgetou @luvnami @kohi-zeri @violetsoju @throughtheinterstices @moondaius @yacoka + anyone else who wants to try it !!
thank you for the tag @bambam2550 @moon-mars-ikemen @tooru-luvs
DUST WRITER
It’s hard to combine air and earth, and you are the proof that impossible is just a word. You mix the patience behind the creation of long stories, with the lightness of air, and its force. Your prompts are the best, interesting, funny, and creating infinite possibilities and universes in front of them. Your words carry the reader in new and unexplored worlds, you give them wings and the whole sky. You can give a just taste and it’s too good to stop. Your readers become your fans, because your writing gets them addicted. Your words can have an aftertaste of sadness sometimes, but mainly you like to show the feelings, like to let them really exist, without apologies. You’re the writer that’s born with the ability to touch the deepest floor of an abyss and, at the same time, smile while sitting on the clouds. Dust writers are a breathing miracle that make readers reach heights that others can only dream of.
tagging: @aoinanase @smolmo @mariyeahh @atsunjali ofc @fluffy-mayarii @captainchuuya + anyone else who’d like to join
Angst is your element. You mastered the art of making it hurt, in every way. That quiet hurt of a smile on a crying face. Your words whisper to the lonely ones that they’re not alone. You are able to show your readers a universe where everything’s okay, and even if it hurts it’s okay, because being sad is a feeling that deserves to be felt. Yells against the dark of the night. Screams of rage and hurt, tears running down soft cheeks and white knuckles. You are there, screaming with them. Angry at the unfairness, and fighting it, in the first place it attacks you. In the heart. And you’re the hand, offered to the hopeless. With a delicate smile on your lips, you help people stand up again. The storm writer, the one who knows how it feels, to be screaming in the void, and doesn’t want anyone else to live it too. You are the storm writer, but you’re able to build beautiful reigns of ice and snow, and offer comfort to the ones who seek it.
Hope you don’t mind, quirrrky but I went ahead and checked out the quiz 😅
you burn. in the night, under the hot sun, you burn. you shine in the darkest nights, bringing to your readers an immortal fire. no one is able to portray feelings better than you. emotions burn your characters, making them matches in dark rooms, lighting up everything, and burning from their own hands. your best is shown in short stories, where the flames of your character’s souls can burn brighter than ever, and become ashes. your stories hold the most passionate love, soft sighs whispered against a lover’s skin, and the neon lights of a night club. pain is your second name, and you don’t mind it. wars, betrayal, yearning, a/b/o and enemy to lovers are your favorite tropes. but when you decide to comfort, the fierce fire that burns in your soul becomes the warm hug of a blanket in a cold day. established relationships, per-relationship fluff and medical fics are great at showing this softer side of you. keep burning, and show everyone how hard a fire can burn, even in the coldest of the nights.
this is so fun and i love the little descriptions of the results :<
tagging: @deludedimagines @softsakusas @missaeeee @jeanscowboyhat-levisteacup @daydreamingaboutleviackerman @queenofcurse @haikyuutothetop and anyone who wants to check it out 😚
Molten rock that still has to surface. You're the perfect mix of fire and earth, and your story shows it, having the best of both worlds. You're the writer that holds fire on their fingertips and kisses their lovers goodbye in the most painful way. You're able to build long stories that burn on the inside. You break the human soul, touching with infinite grace the right cords. You are an artist of the elaborate pain and heavy angst only a constructed and long story can give. If i could see in your eyes, i would be looking at your soul dancing on an unstable floor, flames all around it, to protect it and to forge it. Your love burns hot and infinite inside of you, and sometimes, when it slips out, you're afraid that it could burn too much. But the right people will know how to love you, and every bright tongue of fire your soul is made of. Your stories are the ones that make the world change.
This was so fun! I’m not sure if the description fits my writing but oh well! 😂
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