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.
Yandere!Pieck Finger x Fem!Reader x Yandere!Annie Leonhart
Tw : Stalking, obsession
Summary : When you were child, you were living between the Finger and the Leonhart family. You became a real trio know by anyone in the neighborhood. But when you move to the other side of the city, things weren’t the same anymore…
( Mina writing for Annie and Pieck again ? What a surprise. But anyway I hope you’ll like it !! )
The neighborhood had changed over the years. The small houses pressed tightly against each other had eventually been covered in fresh coats of paint, some gardens had disappeared beneath concrete, and the children who once ran through the streets had grown into exhausted teenagers dragging school bags behind them. And yet, every time you walked past that old row of houses, it felt like nothing had truly changed.
Especially not them.
When you were kids, you were always together. You, Annie Leonhart, and Pieck Finger were the neighborhood girls everyone knew. Pieck spent her time sprawled across sidewalks with a disposable camera in her hands while Annie followed behind silently, knees scraped raw and her blonde hair already tied into that messy bun she still wore today.
And you…
You were always between them.
Then you moved away. Not very far. But far enough for things to change.
At first, you still saw each other every day. Then several times a week. Then only at middle school. Then the messages became less frequent, the habits less natural, until you became the kind of friends who had known each other forever but no longer really knew what to say to one another.
At least… that’s what you thought.
Because once you started high school, you quickly realized that Annie and Pieck had never really stopped watching you.
— “[Y/N]?”
A familiar voice called your name.
You turned your head in the nearly empty hallway just in time to feel someone latch onto your arm with immediate familiarity.
Pieck.
Her long brown hair fell messily around her tired face, her half-lidded gray eyes still giving her that perpetually exhausted look she’d had since childhood. Unlike the other students who all tried to look sophisticated, she simply wore a dark skirt, an oversized sweater, and an elegant jacket slightly wrinkled, as if even her clothes were too lazy to sit perfectly straight.
— “It’s been exactly eight days since you stopped replying in the group chat,” she said in her usual tired tone.
You blinked.
— “You actually count the days?” you replied, both impressed and slightly disturbed.
— “Of course,” she answered, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
Then her eyes drifted behind you. Her smile widened slightly.
— “Annie.”
You turned just in time to see the blonde reaching the end of the hallway, a guitar case slung over her shoulder. She still wore her usual black makeup around her eyes, slightly smudged as if she’d applied it half-asleep, and her lips stained dark red contrasted sharply against her pale skin. Several students instinctively moved out of her way as she passed.
Annie had that reputation. The cold girl. The weird girl. The girl who answered teachers sharply and skipped class to sit behind the gym alone, playing guitar. And yet, when her blue eyes landed on you…
Something in her expression immediately softened.
Only slightly. But enough for Pieck to notice.
— “Hey,” you murmured with a small smile.
Annie merely shrugged.
— “You ignored Pieck’s messages again,” she said casually.
— “Hey!” the brunette protested. “Why do you say it like that’s a crime?”
— “Because you spam people like a psychopath,” the blonde sighed.
— “That’s not true,” Pieck defended herself before pausing briefly. Then she added, “I was just worried.”
You let out a quiet laugh.
And for one second… both of them looked at you exactly the same way. As if that sound had been missed more than it should have been.
The following weeks were strange.
Not unpleasant. Quite the opposite.
Just… strange.
Because Pieck started clinging to you again whenever she could. In the cafeteria. In the hallways. After class. She always seemed to appear somewhere nearby, dragging her journalism club notebook against her chest with that lazy expression that barely hid her constant attention.
— “Are you walking home with us?” she asked.
— “Us?” you questioned.
— “Annie and me,” she replied simply.
And Annie…
Annie started looking at you the way she had when she was a child.
Even back then, she had been possessive without really knowing how to hide it. Whenever other kids talked to you for too long, she would suddenly appear beside you with her closed-off expression and sharp replies until everyone eventually left.
Except here, in high school, it was worse.
Much worse.
— “He’s flirting with you,” she said accusingly.
You looked up from your phone to see Annie sitting on the edge of the school rooftop, an unlit cigarette trapped between her fingers.
— “Who?” you asked innocently.
She vaguely gestured toward the courtyard below.
— “The guy in the red sneakers,” she answered flatly.
You narrowed your eyes.
— “I literally just asked him for a pen…” you defended yourself.
— “Yeah,” she shot back coldly, her eyes still fixed on the boy. Her gaze looked sharp enough to cut glass. “He’s still flirting with you.”
You laughed nervously before sitting beside her.
— “You’re paranoid,” you said softly with a laugh.
— “No,” she replied sharply.
Annie finally turned her head toward you. The wind moved a few loose blonde strands escaping from her bun.
— “People get weird around you.”
Your heart made a strange movement.
Not because of the words.
But because of the way she looked at you.
As if she were annoyed with the entire world.
And a little with you too.
That same evening, Pieck showed up at your house unannounced carrying drinks and ridiculous excuses.
— “I was too lazy to go home,” she said softly.
— “You live five minutes away,” you pointed out with a frown.
— “Exactly. Too far.” She laughed.
Pieck immediately settled onto your bed while you worked on homework, her chin resting on your shoulder as if the position were completely natural.
— “Annie was irritated today,” she said lazily.
— “I know…” you sighed.
Pieck slowly looked up at you.
— “Do you know why?” she asked.
You hesitated.
— “Because of the guy?”
Pieck smiled.
But her smile was slow.
Almost strange.
— “Mhm,” she answered simply with a nod.
Then she added softly:
— “She hates when people try to take you away.”
Your pen stopped moving.
You turned toward her, brows furrowed.
— “Take me away…?” you repeated.
— “Annie’s territorial.” Pieck said it with almost affectionate amusement. “She’s always been like that.”
Silence drifted through the room.
Then the brunette leaned a little closer to your face.
— “Me too, a little.”
Your heart immediately sped up.
Because she was close.
Far too close.
And because her gray eyes suddenly seemed much less sleepy than before.
— “Pieck…” you whispered.
— “Mhm?”
You should’ve pulled away.
You really should have.
But before you could even move, someone knocked harshly against your window. Both of you startled before you immediately recognized the figure sitting on the fire escape outside.
Annie.
Pieck burst into laughter.
— “She’s genuinely terrifying sometimes,” she laughed.
You opened the window while Annie stared at you with irritation.
— “Why are your curtains closed?” she grumbled.
— “…Good evening to you too?”
She completely ignored your comment before glancing at Pieck behind you.
— “You’re glued to her again,” she said accusingly.
— “Jealous?” Pieck teased.
— “No,” Annie lied almost immediately.
Pieck’s smile widened even more.
And Annie climbed straight into your room as if she still lived next door to you.
As if all those years of distance had never happened at all.
Then she sat beside you on the bed before saying in a perfectly flat tone:
— “We’re sleeping here tonight.”
You opened your mouth.
— “Excuse me?” you protested.
Pieck immediately collapsed onto your pillow with a satisfied sigh.
— “Good idea,” the brunette murmured.
And faced with your completely lost expression… Annie finally looked up at you.
pieck who, to her disgrace, can’t deny a quick blowjob in the morning, right when she’s ready to leave. even if she’s late, you won’t let her out until she’s had her pleasure (because eventually, you’ll ‘have’ to repay what she’s made you feel the night before). you’ll have her mind turning putty just by leaving soft kisses on her collarbones, sending shivers all over her spine. pieck, whose dick is soo sensitive….even if in full power, her cock will throb with the tiniest brush. for instance; still in the morning, when you start kissing and palming it through her pants, you can feel pre cum already dampening the cloth & leaving a suspicious patch, with her shaft straining against the fabric.
yet, just because she’s enjoying it, it doesn’t mean she won’t berate your ass for making her arrive late at work!!! “you’re the worst…” she pants after every morning session, leaving you awaiting for what you’ve earned.
thinking thinking of…sending pieck some shots in which you’re wearing the lingerie sets she buys for you. she can’t get a boner at work, for fuck’s sake. you’re so cruel but that’s the fun. plus, you look so fucking gorgeous all dolled up….as soon as she comes back, she’ll put you through the mattress and destroy you. (sending actual nudes to pieck while she’s in public, so she has to run to the bathroom to observe the picture/s more clearly and let off….steam).
pieck who manages to maintain enough stamina for when she fucks you. trust me, she’s got it anyway…..however! a job requires a whole lot of energy, and she tries her best to excel. pieck who, in spite of her onerous job, reserves some energy for when she’ll be back home. certainly, you’re the reason of that!! every single day she seeks for the feeling of getting comfortable and having you all for herself. that counts as well for when you decide to tease her…..the only difference is that she’ll now seek out for ‘vengeance’.
pieck who turns into a wild animal the second your reach out. go figure, her job’s been a pain in the ass the whole day and, go figure, she has to vent some frustration. thank god you’re so polite and willing to let her do it on you anytime she needs to!!!
dry humping with pieck, when she’s still fully fancy-clothed. in contrast to her, you’re only wearing your cute pair of cotton panties (among other things, the same ones you wore in the pictures you sent her that day) and rubbing your crotch against her bulge like a puppy in heat. but you can’t tell who’s actually in heat because pieck, as well, subconsciously seems feral. she’s rock-hard already, and the way your wetness gradually ruins the fabric of your underwear might have her drooling. she bears the urge to not strip off and stick it in you, and quite frankly she’s doing greater than she she thought she would, because these things always end up this way. pieck, whose time record on that is low, and she tries so hard to beat it but you’re so tempting!!!
pieck who rips off your panties with fierce, leaving you breathless. pieck who manhandles you from your hips and positions you on all fours to sink her cock in your cunt, soaked from before. pieck who outright groans the moment the head of her cock comes in contact with your entrance. as i’ve already mentioned, her dick feels plenty of sensations, and the feeling of your wetness coating it + your walls already wrapping around it really does it for her.
pieck who loves the feeling of being balls deep inside you…..your pretty pussy gushes little spurts of slick as her thrusts increase, your ass cheeks slap against her lap at a relentless pace and, to top it off, pieck’s got your wrists in a tight grip behind your back. her cock brushes against your cervix as your imminent release approaches. she has you helplessly laid on your stomach and voice goes straight to engulf your ears in bliss, “fucking slut….take this dick like you’re meant to….a-ah- take it!” you mewl at her statement, eyes tearing and face buried in the pillow underneath. soon, your orgasm washes all over you, having you scream out for her name. as your walls flutter around her, consequently, she reaches her peak as well. with a last, ultimate thrust, her mouth falls agape as thick ropes of cum proceed to fill you up.
pieck who loves the sight of her cum dribbling down your thighs….pieck fucking her cum back in your core with her fingers….yeah.
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Eren;
It was while you played in the ocean. You were messing around with Sasha when a piece of seaweed touched your foot. Having never seen seaweed before, you panicked and threw yourself at the nearest person for safety - that person was Eren Jeager. Taken aback by the sudden weight, he fell into the ocean, you along with him. You apologised profusely while helping him out of the water, but he just stood there. You watched him carefully as he moved the hair out his face. You worried that you might have hurt him during the fall, so you asked if he were alright. Again, you were met with silence. You looked back at the others for support, but were cut off by Eren laughing. He let out the most genuine belly-laugh you had ever heard. He was smiling like an idiot, keeling over as he clutched his stomach. Your heart squeezed, as did the others. Eren hadn't laughed, nor smiled, in months. You soon giggled along with him. You even held onto his arm for support. Once he'd calmed down, he looked at you, from your eyes to your lips. He uttered a small "thank you," before pulling you into a deep hug.
Mikasa;
It was just a normal day. You had been doing your chores around the garrison and were now eating your fill, along side Connie and Sasha, in the mess hall. The two you were sat with were, once again, arguing over food. They bickered like children, throwing food and hurling insults at one another. You laughed at them, dodging the occasional piece of bread that came flying your way. Mikasa was stood at the door, staring at you in awe. The way the sun fell over your hair and framed you face was like something out of a renaissance paining. She admired your every crevice. From the way your nose curved to the shape of your lips as you smiled. She saw how your uniform draped over your shoulders as they bounced while you laughed. She was stood far away but could still see your eyes as the shone in the light. As far as she could tell, you were glowing. You were radiating serenity - the kind she'd been looking for her whole life. She'd never seen you in this light before, it caught her off guard. The more she watched on the darker her blush got.
Armin;
He'd liked you since you were kids but fell head over heals for you when you saved him from a titan. He had been assigned a separate group from you during a mission beyond the walls and you were leading a rescue squad to his distress signal. You found him being cornered into a tree by two small titans. He was waving his swords at them helplessly, begging for them to not eat him. You made quick work of the two titans, cutting them both down in the same motion. He watched you wipe off your blades as you asked if he was alright. He was so thankful you'd saved him, he started babbling on about him repaying you. You shushed him and told him that if he were to make it out alive, that would be payment enough. He knew then he'd marry you.
Marco;
When you were injured while on a mission beyond the walls. He'd never felt so strongly for someone before. He sat with you on the ride back into the walls, the whole time he was gawking at your injuries. He held onto your hand tightly while he cried into his sleeve. Jean, who was riding a horse next to the cart the two of you were in, asked why he was so upset, you'd survived hadn't you? Marco just shrugged, unsure how to answer, but the aching in his heart answered for him. He stared at Jean, a broken expression on his face. Jean knew, just from that look, that Marco loved you.
Jean;
On a day off you'd gone to the market place. There was a band playing in the square. Some people were drinking and laughing, others were just passing through. There was a group of people dancing to the music. You and Jean watched on in awe. You were mesmerised by the way the women's dresses flowed as they danced and Jean watch as the men moved freely as they sways their partners around. While you watched on, someone pulled you in. You were a little shocked, but took to it straight away and started dancing with the others. Jean eyes gazed over your dancing figure. You were beautiful. Truly beautiful. He was so entranced by you he hadn't notice you nearing him. You stood in front of him and gave him a mischievous smile. He cocked a brow at your expression, but before he could ask you pulled him into the circle. His hand naturally glided to your waist and yours to his shoulder, your bodies held close. The two of you swayed together in rhythm with the music. His chest tightened as he stared at your smile. There was no doubt in his mind, he loved you.
Connie;
You'd both been drinking. While it wasn't illegal to drink at your age, but it wasn't smart. You both knew you had training in the morning but you drank anyways. Connie had convinced you, or vice versa, at this point you couldn't remember. Neither of you were light-weights but between you, you'd had gone through nearly a barrel of ale. You didn't feel as drunk as you were but still you ended up throwing up really badly. Maybe it was the fact that this was your first time drinking in months or the fact you and the ale tasted like shit, either way, you were hacking up as much as your body would let you. Connie panicked a little, you were both in no fit state and it was hard too see in the dark, but you were his first priority. He comforted you, moving any hair out of the way as you threw up. After a while, you'd appeared to have finished, or at least calmed down. The two of you slumped down against a tree. You tried to say sorry but the soreness of your throat wouldn't let you. He shushed you, pulling your head against his shoulder. He told you to rest, he explained that he'd take responsibility for the two of you being late in the morning. While you rested, he could hear you softly snoring to yourself, a sting of dribble hanging from your mouth. He thought you were so cute. And even though you were in a vulnerable position, you trusted him to take care of you and that meant the whole world to him.
Sasha;
You'd gone hunting with her and finally managed to kill the boar you'd wanted to for weeks. In celebration, you flung your arms around her nuzzling your face into her neck as you squealed with joy. She felt so warm and fuzzy, she hadn't felt that way before. It was new, refreshing even; like a breath of fresh air. She held you there, close to her chest, for a few moments more before she began jumping for joy with you. On the way back to camp, you both gushed over what dish you were going to cook with all the meat you now had.
Levi;
You left him a note one day when you were sent on a mission. It read: while I am gone, remember to stay healthy. Asshole. Notes were your thing, but for some reason this one made Levi's heart skip a beat, a rare smile found it way across his cheeks.He replied to the note in his head: as long as you promise to come back to me, dumbass. He wouldn't admit it aloud but he was giddy with excitement waiting for you to return.
Hange;
You brought them a Titan back from one of your missions. It was one that they'd had a hard time capturing, an abnormal beyond the walls that Hange desperately wanted to study; they'd already named it Alexander. When they realised you'd risked your life to help their studies and free humanity, they knew you meant more to them than they could fathom.
Erwin;
You'd been gone for nearly a month. Your convoy had been spilt up from the main unit and everything had gone horrible wrong. You were outside the walls for 3 and a half weeks before you found your way back. You and one other in your unit had survived, out of the 28 that been split. When he saw your face he nearly fainted. Your whole unit had been presumed dead, the probability of your survival was less than 0.067%. You and your other comrade were malnourished and dehydrated, they had lost an arm in the carnage. You only survived because of the sacrifices made by the other members of your unit, who'd unknowing donated their gas and gear through their deaths. No one could believe it, you both became legends, both being awarded medals for your bravery. It wasn't like Erwin to loose his composer but you seemed like an angel in that moment, as you were brought to the safety of the walls. He stared through you, like you weren't real, his legs moving on their own as he stumbled to you, slumping his arms around you, pulling you in for an embrace he swore he'd never release.
Reiner;
You followed him. After he betrayed everyone and left with Bertholdt and Ymir. You followed him on your own volition. He was at a loss for words, he betrayed you, as if he'd murdered your friends and family with his own hands. Still you were soft with him, asking if he was okay, telling him you'd be fine no matter what happened, you'd stay with him. You knew he didn't want to do the things he was forced to do, and you were willing to hear him out. He just listen to you talk, slack-jawed, that someone as kind as you had come into his life to guide him down the right path. He was in awe of you and he knew he'd do whatever it takes to keep you safe in Marley.
Bertholdt;
You knew his secret and confronted him about it. You told him after everything you still loved him and that if he needed saving you'd be right there to do it. They were the words he'd wanted to hear his whole life and he was so happy they'd come from you. He sought comfort in you from then on and invited you to talk with Reiner about going back with them.
Annie;
It was while she was in her crystal, you had visited her any chance you got, explaining the situation to her. You'd known she was the female titan before her reveal, and you confessed that too her crystal. You cried as you explained that you wish you could have stopped her, or at least found a way to help her. You been talking to Reiner about it all, as you figured out their secret to. He'd agreed to take you to Liberio with them, as long as you pledged allegiance to Marley. They were empty words, but you did so anyways, and conjured up a plan to rescue her.
Porco;
He'd known for a while that he liked you but being the stubborn ass he is, he denied and denied his feelings until it was you who confessed to him. He had convinced himself that relations like that were pointless, given his limited lifespan. During your confession, you mentioned that even though he didn't have long to live you were happy with any amount of time with him because your forever could be even better than nothing at all. He was at a loss for words, in disbelief that you'd be willing to go through that for him.
Pieck;
She'd liked you for years, but never really found the time to talk about it with you because she'd been deployed to Paradis. The most casual confession known to man. You were sure she hadn't realised what she'd said. She'd finished reading a book she'd recommended a millennium ago and were talking to her over how the characters had fallen for one another. She simply replied with "yeah, I think he fell for her the same way I fell for you, Y/N". You eyed her cautiously, she wasn't even looking at you, she was just sorting through her papers. A gargled string of flustered sounds made it way out of you mouth in response, unable to form a real sentence. Finally she looked up from her work, smiling at you knowing, she had no doubts that you liked her back so she felt no need to tip-toe around the subject.
Zeke;
He knew when you were walking along the docs with him. He was having a smoke, basking in the sunset, it was the calmest he'd felt in months. Looking to you, he saw that you were messing around with a piece of seaweed that had found its way to the waters surface. He saw how you absentmindedly played with it, it brought him peace that you could still find joy in the little things, despite what you had witnessed. Seeing you lit by the setting sun, finding solace in his company was enough to solidify the rising emotions in his heart.
pieck is normally a sleepy woman, a very tired one, at that. when you're both at home, you're always startled because you can never know when she's coming. a crawler, because she finds it easier to maneuver this way because it "feels natural". you love both her human and titan form, but ultimately, regardless of what she is, you're proud of her.
after a relatively long week of missing your girlfriend, you go to bed early, trying to forget the fact that there wasn't a beautiful, clingy lady next to your side, curled up next to you. you missed her warmth every single second of the day, and you couldn't help but feel worried whenever she was out on long missions like this. caught up in your thoughts, fantasies and anxieties, you drift into a deep sleep.
pieck comes home at around one in the morning, kicking off her shoes and practically stripping naked as soon as she gets into the house, taking a quick shower downstairs before she heads into your shared bedroom. the dim lamp on the side was left on, and as she entered, she couldn't help but be entranced by how peaceful you looked as you slept. observing you, she notices your short, pink, silk nightgown, exposing your pussy as you snored away, tangled up in the blankets.
she crawls onto the bed, placing a pillow underneath you so that you were comfortable, trying her best not to wake her sleeping beauty. she spreads your legs, inhaling the soft, faint scent of coconut, the new body wash she urged you to try. she was practically starving. she missed being able to kiss you, hold you, fuck you, because those 7 days felt like a month to her.
she put two fingers, feeling the slick in between your thighs, making sure it coated them fully. without any hesitation, she tastes you, feeling an ecstasy she longed for. you groan a little bit, but you don't wake up. she takes her time, pressing her face into your aching cunt, moving her tongue up and down, paying close attention to your clit. she lingers there for a while, content in making a mess. by that point, your juices were all over her. pieck keeps a steady hand on your thigh, propping it up. either way, she wouldn't have minded if she died right there and then, suffocated between your thighs.
"b– baby?" you murmur, your eyes opening slowly.
"hi, princess." she says, "i missed you."
"mmph.. you– you look like y-you're having fun.."
"uhuh, just stay put, for me, please?"
you oblige, falling back to sleep against your will. she stays there, adjusting herself so that she can place a hand on your nipple, circling it with her thumb while the other hand plays with your clit. you moan, arching your back into her a bit, whimpering.
"such a good, good girl, my love." she mutters, kissing your soaked pussy.
after making you orgasm once, she doesn't stop. two fingers tease your entrance and finally enter your hole, thrusting in and out of you with a rhythmic pace. you don't move an inch, only hugging your pillow tighter as you clench around her fingers, your breath hitching. her fingers tease every inch of your walls, sucking her in completely.
you finally cum, all over her fingers and the sheets. after cleaning you up, (not with towels, of course) pieck places the pillow, covered in your fluids, on the ground, regarding it as a problem for tomorrow morning when she does it all again. crawling on top of you, nuzzling her head into your neck, she drifts asleep.
a/n: pieck is one of my fav characters of all time and i love her so much 😣😣 so have a oneshot of my beautiful wife </3 love you all !!!
(A/N- I was at work and suddenly thought of topping Shinobu from KNY so I decided to write this but with various characters hehe)
Various female characters x FEM! Reader
(Warning: Smut, the dom being submissive, teasing, and the use of a strap)
“Does that feel good mommy?” You cooed, still slowly pushing the large strap all the way in, watching your girlfriend’s face as she adjusted to the size. Her legs rested on your shoulders as you tighten your grip on her soft thighs.
You relished in this moment, this was a rare sight to see your typically dominant girlfriend oh so submissive and it turned you on so much knowing that this is only for you to see. It wasn’t easy getting her so submissive but your hard work paid off, getting to see that beautiful sight of your girlfriend feeling so good was rewarding.
“Fu-ck” she groans, feeling her insides fill up all the way with your strap, all nice and deep.
“Oh yeah? Tell me more baby.” You smirk, teasingly urging her to be more vocal. You wanna hear all of those sweet sweet noises.
She pouts a little in defiance, still as stubborn as ever. Although you knew exactly how to fix that, starting to thrust your hips very slowly. She squirms and puts one arm over her eyes in an attempt to hide her face; but you weren’t having none of that.
“Aw who knew you could be so shy and flustered. Come on mommy, let me see that pretty face of yours.” You insisted, rubbing her arm encouraging and comfortingly, silently telling her that it’s okay to be vulnerable around you.
She slowly removed her arm from her face, avoiding eye contact. She suddenly lets out a gasp when she feels you quicken your pace, gripping the sheets tightly. “Ahh- fuck that feels so good.” She admits, trusting you with her vulnerability, even though her ego was practically screaming at her, she didn’t care when she felt this good.
“Mm yes, I love those sounds, music to my ears.” Your words of praise heated up her body head to toe, making a spiraling pit inside her stomach appear quicker than expected, growing by the second.
You lean forward to kiss her, pushing her legs back, testing her flexibility. She moans into the kiss, allowing you to easily slide your tongue into her mouth and deepen the kiss, while swallowing every noise. Each one of the fast and hard thrusts sent her closer and closer to her orgasm, causing her back to arch and break the kiss. A small string of saliva connected your lips to hers and you smiled at this, seeing such a lewd expression coming from your girlfriend was so amazing, hell even breathtaking is an understatement.
By the way she was moving and moaning, you knew that she was dangerously close, so you swiftly pulled away, leaving her hole all empty, wet, and needy. You wanna have fun with this, dragging this out for as long as possible. “Oh no, I’m not done with you just yet mommy, you gotta beg for what you want first.”
