you find yourself a whining mess as she grips the back of your hips. holding you down as she thrusts into you without a care. too angry from earlier when some guy had the nerve to flirt with you at the club. the thought of him even breathing near you sends her in a rage.
“baby- please I wasn’t even looking at him-“ you try to plead as she shoves your face deeper in the pillow to shut you up. she fucks you as she groans from behind. always so hotheaded.
her hand goes back on your hip as she fucks you faster. no longer wanting to hear your excuses. her breathing gets heavy as she groans slightly again. as if she can feel the strap go into you.
“yeah? kept talking to him like he was so fucking funny” she replies as her left hand wanders down over to your clit. playing with it as she finds that enjoyable. matching the timing with her thrusts.
the sight before her is something she revels in. seeing her pretty girl so overstimulated and still bucking against the strap wanting more. she gives you what you want as she puts her weight on top of you.
the sounds of plab plab plab echo throughout the room. of course also with the sounds of your whimpering and moans. her uneven breathing as she stares down at you. whispering soft words.
you see stars as you finally come. she comes at the same time. breathing in your neck as she stays there. doesn’t move before she finally speaks. hearing her sound softer now and no longer filled with jealously.
“you okay sweet girl?” she asks you as you manage a nod. she softly hums at that before slowly moving off of you. pulling out as she moans at the sight of your cum spilling out.
leaving to the bathroom to get a towel to clean you up. as you lift your head up slightly as you hear her move in the bathroom. if there’s one thing you’ve learned, it’s that getting her jealous gets you a good fuck.
headcanons on how the attack on titan women eat pussy ╱ mdni, fingering, oral sex, spitting, squirting, mentions of pee, orgasm denial, overstimulation, pussy slaps, facefucking ˚.✦
MIKASA ACKERMAN
She's so calm about it, she approaches your pussy with soft kisses and vibrations low on her throat, knowing exactly how to tease you
She listens to you, the sounds you make, the little whines and how your breath changes depending on where she touches you
It takes her a good ten minutes before she actually eats you out, before that she's kissing your thighs, marking them good and making you as wet as possible for her.
Then she laughs when her fingers slip easily.
When she gets serious, she can be rough, scissoring hard and fast with one hand and abusing your clit with her tongue, not caring about you trying to squirm away because her free hand is enough to keep you in place.
She also loves overstimulating you, going orgasm after orgasm, barely letting you breath. She's obsessed with how boneless and easy to handle you become after the third orgasm, letting her do whatever she wants to you.
She might give you a few pussy slaps after cumming as a reward or as way of keeping you awake.
HANGE ZOE
She loves to experiment with your pussy (duh)
The first time you slept together she denied your orgasm five times just to take notes and the second time she made you cum five time for the same reason.
She loves playing with your clit, using it as a fidget toy, pinching it and twisting it between her fingers.
When it comes to eat, she loves to fuck you with her tongue. She has an awkwardly long tongue that lets her thrust into you very nicely, letting her feel the warmth inside of you
At the same time, her fingers never leave your clit, she likes to try different things with it. There was one time she tried to flick it with her fingers and you had to stop because it fucking hurt.
That's the problem with her, sometimes she doesn't know the things she does can hurt. But when it comes to you, she tries to make sure you're always safe and taken care of.
She loves you messy and even dirty. She insists on eating you out every time you're sweaty or when you confess her that you haven't showered in two days.
SASHA BRAUS
She loves a good full bush, loves to twirl your hairs in her fingers and have to push them aside to find your clit. She loves the tickling in her nose and the scent of your arousal clinging to them.
But when she finds you clit? She's gone. The moment her tongue tastes you, it's very hard to get rid of Sasha
She doesn't eat you for your pleasure, but for hers. Your taste is like cocaine for her, she can't get enough of it.
She's so eager, so so eager. She licks more than sucks, lapping on your juices, slurping and even gagging?? because nothing is enough.
Her aim is to make you squirt and drink it all, she doesn't care what it is or what it's not, she just know that it came from you and that she fucking loves it.
You find her begging for a little treat before missions, for a snack while camping... all codes for pussy.
PIECK FINGER
She's a lazy pussy eater, prefers that you sit on her face and ride it how you like it, using her for your own pleasure. That's what gets her off, you using her like you want.
She grabs you by your thighs, not letting you feel shy about your weight or if you might crash her. She just wants you on her face, coating it of your juices while you ride her nose.
She also pulls her tongue out to add more pleasure to you.
When you think she's not enjoying it for the lack of noise and the lack of movement, you try to get up, only to find her pulling you down again and not letting you get up until you have cum at least twice.
She also aims for squirting so she can feel herself being flooded by you.
ANNIE LEONHART
Oh she's rough and she's nasty. More into fingering and eating, though.
She has the goal of fisting you at some point of her life, right now she only got to four fingers inside of your pussy after a lot of prep and teasing.
She loves you soaked, dripping into her sheets and making a mess. She doesn't care if it's cum, squirt or pee, she wants you to feel wet as fuck.
Her favorite position to have you is on her lap, back facing her and at the same time you two facing a mirror so you can see how she tortures your clit and finger-fucks you fast and rough.
She wants you to be loud, bouncing on her fingers and she thrusts them deeper, curling them just right.
She's also into spitting on your pussy hard against your clit, sending you shivers down your core.
Every time she spreads your legs, you know you're in for a ride.
I happen to have a lot of Mikasa and Maki threesome ideas😛
Maki using a strap on f!reader and Mikasa toying with reader’s boobs until one hand drift down reader’s body to overstimulate reader’s clit.
𝜗𝜚 ‧₊˚ ⊹
Maki fucking you with her strap, while Mikasa plays with your tits and overstimulates your clit:(
Your back arched against the soft sheets, legs spread wide as Maki positioned herself between them, her muscular frame casting a shadow over your trembling body. The burn scars etched across her arms and the side of face, her short dark green hair tousled from earlier urgency.
Her single visible eye, sharp and intense, locked onto yours while she adjusted the thick strap-on harnessed to her hips, the realistic silicone cock jutting out firm and ready. Mikasa knelt beside you as she leaned in, her strong hands already cupping your breasts, thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples.
"Look at you, already so wet for me," Maki growled, her voice rough and commanding, scarred lips curling into a smirk.
She dragged the tip of the strap along your slick folds, teasing your entrance without mercy. "Gonna fuck you deep, make you feel every inch until you're begging."
You whimpered, hips bucking up instinctively, but Mikasa's grip tightened on your breasts, squeezing the soft flesh until you gasped. Her fingers rolled your nipples between them, pinching just hard enough to send sparks of pleasure-pain shooting straight to your core.
"Stay still," she murmured, her breath hot against your ear, voice low and steady like the soldier she was. "Let Maki take what's hers. These tits are mine to play with right now."
Maki didn't wait for more words. With a firm thrust, she pushed the strap-on inside you, the girth stretching your pussy walls deliciously, filling you completely in one smooth motion.
You cried out, nails digging into the sheets as she bottomed out, her buff thighs pressing against yours. The scars on her body flexed with each movement, a testament to her strength as she started a slow, deliberate rhythm, pulling back until just the tip remained before slamming in again.
"Fuck—yes, Maki, harder," you moaned, your body jolting with every plunge. The silicone dragged against your inner walls, hitting that sensitive spot deep inside that made your toes curl.
Mikasa's hands kneaded your breasts more insistently now, her palms grinding against your nipples, twisting them until they ached in the best way. She leaned down, capturing one peak in her mouth, sucking hard while her tongue flicked over it relentlessly.
"You're so responsive," Mikasa said, popping off your nipple with a wet sound, her lips glistening. "These nipples are begging for it—hard and swollen just for me." Her free hand trailed lazy circles around the base of your breast, heightening the sensitivity before she latched onto the other side, teeth grazing the tender bud lightly.
Maki's pace quickened, her hips snapping forward with raw power, the harness rubbing against her own clit with each thrust, drawing a low grunt from her throat.
"That's it, take it all," she demanded, one scarred hand gripping your thigh to hold you open wider, the other bracing on the bed beside your head. Her missing eye's scar pulled tight as she focused on your face, watching every twitch and moan. "Your pussy's clenching around me like it never wants me to stop. Greedy little thing."
The room filled with the obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin, your arousal coating the strap and dripping down your ass.
Mikasa's mouth worked your breasts over, alternating between sucking and nipping, leaving them flushed and marked with faint red bites. You writhed beneath them, pleasure building in waves, but then her hand began its descent—fingers splaying across your stomach, tracing the curve of your hip before dipping lower.
"Oh god, Mikasa—" you gasped as her palm cupped your mound, her middle finger finding your clit with expert precision. She rubbed slow circles at first, matching Maki's thrusts, the sensation making your vision blur. Maki didn't let up, pounding into you harder, the strap-on's base grinding against her as she chased her own building heat.
"Feel that?" Mikasa whispered, her voice husky against your skin as she increased the pressure on your clit, flicking it back and forth rapidly. "I'm gonna make you cum so hard you see stars. Keep squeezing Maki like that—show her how much you love being filled."
Your body tensed, the overstimulation hitting like a freight train. Maki's thrusts grew erratic, her muscular arms flexing as she drove deeper, the scars on her limbs shifting with the effort. "Come on, scream for us," she urged, leaning down to capture your lips in a bruising kiss, her tongue invading your mouth just as Mikasa's fingers sped up, pinching your clit lightly before rubbing it in tight, relentless circles.
The coil in your belly snapped. Your orgasm ripped through you, pussy spasming around the strap-on, walls fluttering wildly as waves of ecstasy crashed over your body. "Maki—fuck, Mikasa, I'm cumming!" you cried into her mouth, legs shaking uncontrollably. Juices squirted out around the silicone, soaking Maki's thighs and the sheets beneath.
Maki groaned, her own climax hitting from the friction, hips grinding against the harness as she rode out your pulses. "Shit, yes- just like that." She slowed her thrusts but didn't pull out, letting you feel every aftershock.
Mikasa didn't stop, though. Her fingers kept working your clit, lighter now but insistent, drawing out the pleasure into something almost painful. "Not done yet," she said with a soft chuckle, her other hand still toying with your nipple, tugging it gently. "I want another one. Rub yourself against Maki—let her feel how sensitive you are."
You whined, oversensitive and trembling, but the command in her voice made you obey. Your hips rolled weakly, the strap still buried deep, sending jolts through your clit with every tiny movement. Maki smirked, starting a shallow grind, the base pressing right where you needed it. "Good girl. You're not tapping out until we say so."
Mikasa's hand drifted back up briefly to squeeze your breast, thumbing the nipple before sliding down again, her fingers now slick with your release as she strummed your clit faster. The overstimulation built quickly, a second orgasm coiling tighter, sharper. "Please—it's too much, Mikasa, I can't—" you begged, but your body betrayed you, arching into her touch.
"You can," Maki interrupted, thrusting once more for emphasis, her scarred hand sliding up to hold your jaw, forcing you to meet her gaze. "And you will. Cum again for us—show Mikasa how you gush."
Her words pushed you over. The second climax hit harder, your pussy clenching desperately around the strap, a fresh wave of wetness flooding out as you screamed their names. Mikasa's fingers circled through it all, prolonging the bliss until tears pricked your eyes, body convulsing in pure, overwhelming release.
Finally, they eased off—Maki pulling out slowly with a wet pop, the strap glistening, while Mikasa's hand stilled, giving your clit one last gentle stroke. They both hovered over you, breathing heavy, satisfaction etched on their faces. Maki's single eye softened just a fraction as she brushed a strand of hair from your forehead. "Perfect," she murmured.
Mikasa nodded, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. "Absolutely perfect."
MeanGirl!Mikasa loves to watch you fuck yourself like the needy bitch you are.
You're so sensitive, always whining like a baby whenever MeanGirl!Mikasa stuffs her fingers inside of you.
MeanGirl!Mikasa gets embarrassed sometimes. You make it so hard not to cum on your tongue.
She's usually rough with you, but she can be gentle sometimes too.
It's so hard not to think about your pretty tongue on lonely, horny nights.
MeanGirl!Mikasa found out you were going on a date with someone else. So she leaves you with a little reminder of who owns your slutty cunt before you go.
When you upset MeanGirl!Mikasa, she doesn't help you get off. She makes you do all the work yourself.
MeanGirl!Mikasa loves the new toy she bought for you two to play with.
MeanGirl!Mikasa doesn't like it when you touch yourself without her permission. But it doesn't count if you use your panties, right?
Guys, y'all bouta be sick of meeeee! I finally figured out how to do the colored text thingy. Anyway, pt.2?
— been thinking about doing this event & eventually decided yes & that this will also be a milestone event ! reached a follower count that I'm proud of despite being very inactive. thank you to everyone supporting my account & posts, lesbians & non lesbians !
dating eren yeager , jean kirstein , levi ackerman , mikasa ackerman , reiner braun CANONVERSE
navigation ; home page , m.list — not proofread
— eren yeager
blank period!eren , who had already started growing quieter compared to the reckless , overly ambitious boy everyone once knew. not emotionless — never that — but thoughtful in a way that almost felt daunting , like there was always something sitting in the back of his mind he couldn’t fully escape from.
blank period!eren , who would rest beside you while the railway was being built , shoulders brushing yours as the sunset hit the tracks , going silent for long stretches before suddenly asking what kind of future you wanted after all of this ; his eyes looking everywhere but you , almost as if he already knows what you're going to say.
blank period!eren , who secretly treasured those railway days more than anything else because for a little while , things almost felt 'normal' again. jean complaining , sasha stealing food , connie laughing too loudly , armin physically drained , mikasa calmly observing the chaos and you beside him — it was painfully close to the peaceful life he wished could actually last.
blank period!eren , who nearly refused to let himself fall for you at all because somewhere deep down, he already knew the kind of future waiting ahead of him. he knew loving you meant eventually hurting you , and the guilt of that ate at him long before anyone realised something had changed within him.
blank period!eren , who would stare at you during quieter moments like he was memorizing you. the shape of your lips , your soothing laugh , the way your hand perfectly fit in his — committing every little thing to memory while silently mourning it at the same time.
blank period!eren , who sometimes woke up from fragmented memories of the future looking genuinely shaken, only calming down once you pulled him back into reality and rested your forehead against his, littering delicate kisses across his face to his collarbone lazily , as you drifted back to sleep.
blank period!eren , who started saying things like "i want you to live a long life" , "i can't give you the life you need" so often it almost became routine. at first it sounded sweet, until you noticed the sadness underneath it every single time. making you dwell on the countdown that eren had with him being a titan shifter , sometimes you caught yourself estimating how long you had left with him.
blank period!eren , who pulled away slightly whenever he realized he was getting too attached , because loving you made him selfish enough to want a future he knew he couldn’t have.
blank period!eren , who held your hand tightly while visiting Marley for the first time, eyes constantly scanning the crowded streets while you excitedly looked around. for everyone else it was a new world to explore — for him, it felt like walking through a graveyard only he could already see.
blank period!eren , who looked strangely distant during your nights in Marley, especially after seeing the refugees and children there. you’d catch him staring at people with this awful sadness in his eyes, like every interaction was engraving something deeper into him.
blank period!eren , who clung to you more subtly after Marley. lingering touches. sitting closer. pulling you to the side to kiss you , to which sometimes became slow , passionate make out sessions. letting his hand rest over yours for just a second longer than usual. like part of him was already grieving the life he was about to destroy.
s4!eren , who changed so drastically it almost felt like watching someone fade away right in front of you. his voice calmer, his expressions emptier, every soft part of himself buried beneath layers of determination and grief.
s4!eren , who still loved you desperately despite how cold and cruel he acted, but convinced himself that pushing you away was kinder than making you watch him become a monster.
s4!eren , who looked exhausted whenever the two of you were alone together , the weight of the future and the rumbling slowly crushing whatever remained of the boy you first fell in love with.
s4!eren , who physically froze whenever you touched him unexpectedly after he returned from Marley , like affection itself had become something painful he no longer knew how to hold onto. at that point it didn't feel as of you to were together no more , you were just looking at the shell of the person you once knew.
s4!eren , who wanted to beg you to stay with him while simultaneously wanting you as far away from him as possible. everyone around you could see this relationship was toxic , especially for you , but no matter how much you were told you didnt have the heart to accept it.
s4!eren , who sat alone thinking about the rumbling for hours at a time, carrying the unbearable knowledge of what he was about to do while still remembering the children laughing in Marley, the crowds in the market, the life beyond the walls.
s4!eren , who loved you enough to want you to survive him, even if it meant letting you hate him forever.
— jean kirstein
blank period!jean , who took forever to confess because every single time he worked up the courage, he’d start overthinking everything halfway through. connie said he looked like he was preparing for execution instead of asking someone out.
blank period!jean , who eventually asked you to go stargazing with him after a full night of Sasha and Connie aggressively hyping him up beforehand, only to spend the actual confession staring at the ground and tripping over half his words.
blank period!jean , who internally thought he came across incredibly charming during that moment, meanwhile you could physically see how nervous he was by the way his ears turned red and how the back of his neck must be on fire by the amount of scratching he was doing.
blank period!jean , who loved the quieter routine of helping build the railway because for once it felt like everyone was working toward something hopeful instead of simply surviving.
blank period!jean , who always tried to pick the heavier work during railway construction so you wouldn’t overexert yourself, then immediately acted casual about it whenever you noticed.
blank period!jean , who absolutely adored sitting beside you on the unfinished tracks during breaks, shoulders pressed together while the others argued nearby. those moments became some of the few times he genuinely felt peaceful.
blank period!jean , who started imagining impossible futures during those years. little things — teaching you how to ride horses more skillfully, buying a home somewhere quieter someday, growing older without constantly preparing for death.
blank period!jean , who noticed Eren changing long before he knew why, and sometimes caught himself watching him with this growing unease in his chest whenever the group was together. he would confide in you to check if he was going crazy or not.
blank period!jean , who got weirdly protective during the Marley trip, constantly keeping track of where you were in the crowds even while pretending he was 'totally relaxed.' he ended up being quite handsy, occasionally squeezing you waist to get a reaction out of you.
blank period!jean , who looked completely fascinated wandering through Marley with you despite himself. the food, the lights, the technology — he kept making little sarcastic comments to hide how overwhelmed he actually was.
blank period!jean , who couldn’t stop staring at you after you tried ice cream for the first time in Marley because your excitement made the entire terrifying trip feel normal for a few minutes.
blank period!jean , who loved you so passionately as he got more comfortable , he never pushed you into to doing anything , though if you communicated you didn't mind him initiating things he would do it like the gentlemen he is. "is this okay?" , "you know you don't owe me anything, right?" he said between breaths as your tongues swirled around each other.
blank period!jean , who slowly realized during those years that loving you made him more afraid of dying than ever before.
s4!jean , who became the kind of person everyone naturally leaned on without even realizing it, carrying responsibility so quietly that most people forgot how exhausted he actually was underneath it all.
s4!jean , who loved you through actions more than words now — adjusting your harness before missions, making sure you ate first and were taking care of yourself, instinctively standing closer whenever things became dangerous.
s4!jean , who looked older after Marley and the rumbling began, grief and stress settling heavily into his features despite still trying to keep everyone grounded.
s4!jean , who argued with himself constantly over Eren because part of him still missed the reckless idiot he grew up beside, while another part couldn’t forgive what Eren was becoming.
s4!jean , who held you especially tightly after learning about the rumbling because suddenly the possibility of losing everything didn’t feel distant anymore — it was happening.
s4!jean , who secretly hated how much he still dreamed about a peaceful life with you even while the world was ending around him. loosing sasha chipped away at him , he didn't speak that night in bed with you , so wound up in his own thoughts.
s4!jean , who would rest his forehead against yours after particularly horrific days, eyes closed while you held onto each other in silence because neither of you really had words left anymore.
s4!jean , who still found himself thinking about those scout days constantly during the rumbling — the sunsets , the loud dinners , the silly chaos with you , sasha and connie , everyone laughing together before everything fell apart.
— levi ackerman
pre-s4!levi , who shows love in the smallest , faint ways imaginable. refilling your teacup before you notice it’s empty , adjusting your cloak when it slips off your shoulders , making space for you beside him without saying a word.
pre-s4!levi , who isn’t huge on PDA, but absolutely will steal quick kisses when nobody’s paying attention — especially during quieter moments in empty hallways or late nights in the office. kissing you like he’s trying to memorise you. one hand against your jaw , slow and thorough , lingering for a second longer every single time before pulling away.
pre-s4!levi , who is deeply touch starved without fully realizing it himself , instinctively relaxing whenever you rest against him after long days. even though he acts mildly annoyed whenever you interrupt him while he’s working , yet the second you lean down to kiss him he’s already pulling you closer by the waist without even looking up from the paperwork.
pre-s4!levi , who loves when you sit in his lap while he’s drinking tea late at night, one arm naturally wrapping around your waist like it belongs there. and i assure once that tea cup is finished he gets surprisingly handsy , which turn into makeout sessions, and despite how composed he usually is , his fingers are pressing into your hips or sliding beneath your shirt almost absentmindedly while kissing you deeper.
pre-s4!levi , who absolutely notices every tiny habit you have despite pretending not to. the way you stir tea, how you fidget when nervous, the exact expression you make before realising his naughty insinuations.
pre-s4!levi , who trusts you enough to let you patch him up after missions , even if he still complains the entire time about how much it stings , and how youre not doing it 'right'.
pre-s4!levi , who lets very few people see him vulnerable , but eventually starts allowing himself to visibly lean on you after difficult missions instead of carrying every burden alone.
pre-s4!levi , who kisses you differently depending on his mood. exhausted kisses against your forehead after difficult missions. lazy morning kisses before either of you gets up. desperate ones after almost losing you.
s4!levi , who became even quieter than before during the rumbling , carrying grief so deeply that sometimes the only indication of it was the way his expression seemed just a little more tired whenever he looked at the people he still had left. this lead levi to become far clingier after nearly losing everything , pulling you into deep exhausting kisses whenever he returned safely because surviving no longer felt guaranteed anymore.
s4!levi , who hated needing help after being injured , yet slowly stopped resisting when it came from you — letting you help him sit up , clean wounds , or steady him while walking even if it bruised his pride a little.
s4!levi , who had nightmares more frequently after everything fell apart , though he rarely talked about them directly. you’d only know because sometimes you’d wake up to him already sitting awake beside the window before sunrise.
s4!levi , who looked emotionally drained by the end of the rumbling , yet still softened immediately whenever you touched his face or rested your forehead against his. he also found himself holding onto you more tightly after losing so many comrades , grief making the thought of losing one more person unbearable.
— mikasa ackerman
blank period!mikasa
s4!mikasa ill get to it </3
— reiner braun
s1-3!reiner
s4!reiner ill get to it </3
a/n ; this may be ooc since i rushed it a bit srry lol and its been a while since i fully rewatched aot. later on i might add s1-3 or js more hcs for the rest but i aint so bothered/so tired AND ILL FINISH MIKASA AND REINERS IN A BIT my mind is js blank/tired. im gonna make another post for post!war hcs!!
