H3artsfornini - *•. ★Nini★ .•*

✧ ﾟ— mirah, black, 9teen, her/she! chubby sanrio enthusiasts, acrylic nail lover, pretty pink princess, ice muncher, anime connoisseur. // works

daddy’s pretty girl.

my “y/n’s” are black, fem, and chubby! please do not get into my ask box asking for anything that’s not that!

all works are reserved to @cybercandy1! none of my works should be posted on any other platform.

Love in a Cubicle pt.2

Errr so ty for the love on the last one this one is probably worse though 😭.

Kunikida x Dazai

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In the days that followed, Kunikida and Dazai's connection deepened beyond the walls of the detective agency. They navigated the intricacies of their relationship with an openness that surprised even themselves. As they continued to solve cases together, their teamwork became even more seamless, fueled by a shared understanding that extended beyond the professional realm.

One evening, as they strolled through the city after work, Dazai turned to Kunikida with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Let's take a detour," he suggested, leading them to a small bookstore tucked away in a quiet corner. The shelves were filled with a diverse array of books, reflecting the eclectic nature of their own partnership.

Amid the book-lined aisles, Kunikida and Dazai discovered a shared love for literature that transcended their detective duties. They exchanged recommendations, their laughter echoing through the cozy store. It became a ritual for them – exploring the world of words and stories together, finding parallels between the mysteries on the pages and those in their own lives.

Their colleagues, initially surprised by the turn of events, soon witnessed the harmony between Kunikida's orderliness and Dazai's spontaneity. The office buzzed with a newfound energy, and even stern-faced superiors couldn't help but smile at the sight of the once rigid Kunikida embracing the unpredictable nature of love.

As seasons changed, so did their relationship. Kunikida and Dazai faced challenges, but their commitment to each other remained unwavering. They became a source of inspiration for those around them, a testament to the transformative power of acceptance and authenticity.

In the heart of the bustling city, Kunikida and Dazai's love story unfolded like a well-crafted novel, with each chapter revealing new depths of understanding and shared experiences. Together, they embraced the unpredictable journey of love, proving that sometimes, the most extraordinary relationships arise from the most unexpected beginnings.

to all my brown skin girls……. don’t ever let anyone tell you you can’t pull off a certain colour bc it doesn’t “compliment your skin tone”. it’s all a fuckin lie. you are BEAUTIFUL and you should rock any damn colour you want

hobie 🕷️🎸: 1 video

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the video's dark. looks like it was shot somewhere that definitely reeks. but with your brightness all the way up, what's going on in the video.. is crystal fucking clear.

"i tried to wait, swear i did love, but i couldn't. couldn't stop thinkin' about you, and your pretty cunt." he’s not shy. even needy, he’s cocky and unashamed of what he’s doing. he’s got his hand wrapped around his cock, spider suit unzipped and pants unbuttoned, only hanging onto his waist because of his studded belt. his slim frame looks beautiful.

he's jerking himself off in a busted back alley, camera propped up on a window sill. his pretty tip is already leaking pre-cum, lithe fingers coming up to swipe it down, to make the slide easier.

"got hard thinkin' about you, had to dip off n' take care of it." he flashes a wicked smile, throwing his head back, exposing his neck. his hips cant into his fist, fucking the little circle he makes knowing he wishes he was fucking you instead.

"god, 'm just a fuckin' perv, ain i? pants pulled down in an alley, fuckin' my fist for you?" he chuckles, bringing his eyes down to gaze at the camera, and then down at his cock.

"shit, wish it was you, doll." he speeds up, moaning shakily. "'s not wet enough, need your pretty pussy," he groans. his hand leaves his cock, coming up to his mouth, and he spits, trying the best he can to simulate the wet warmth of your cunt. he looks so gorgeous, with his pretty dick with it’s pretty upward curve held tight in his hand.

he starts his pace again, fucking his fist with visions of you own your knees doing it for him instead flying through his mind, the sound of his own hand moving against his dick loud and unmistakable. he’s desperate, whiney, broken moans falling from his lips. he looks so good, happy trail just barely visible. his taut stomach flexes with his every thrust, the expanse of pretty brown skin looking beautiful even with the darkness of the video.

lips parted and slick with spit, dick hard and leaking for you, he looks the image of a god. your god. and yet, he’s pleading to you, begging for salvation that he knows he won’t receive until he gets back home. his fist’ll have to do for now.

and it does, as long as he keeps you in the forefront of his mind. and he does.

“‘m close already,” he murmurs, eyes fixed on where his cock disappears into his hand and comes out on the other side, swiping his thumb over his pretty brown tip. “shit, you’d make me cum so hard, know you would. jerk me so good i’d be shootin’ blanks.” he can’t help but laugh again, breathless and wanting.

“cum with me, yeah? know you’ve been touchin’ yourself to this— fuck, wish it was me instead. should be me, with my hands all over you.” his thrusts pick up, his hand speeds up too.

“‘m g’na cum, please cum with me, love, don’t w’na cum alone,” he whines, deep and sincere. “fuckfuckfuck,” he spills into his hand, moaning loud, throwing his head back again. he rambles mixed together letters of your name and wishes that you were here, that you were the one making him bust.

he comes down with a heaving chest, hand still stroking slowly at his cock. laughs start to rack through him, his eyes focusing back on his camera. wiping his hand off on a tattered piece of fabric with a blissed out look on his face, he pulls his suit back up and fixes his pants.

“hope you liked it, love,” is all he says before he ends the video, pretty face frozen on your phone screen.

This is my first post but just look at my pretty baby 😍😍😍

𝙖𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙣 + 𝙖𝙨𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙨

note; first aot post!!! #nervous

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content warnings; modern au, anal, thigh fucking, titty fucking, anal fingering [f receiving], toys (buttplug), spanking, backshots, possessiveness, marking, nipple play, in the titty one reader has tits big enough to push together

men who cum so fast when they fuck your ass because it's always so tight. the way you're clenching around him feels heavenly, and the sound of your breathy moans and begs don't help his case. men who come addicted to fucking your ass, making sure to finger it regularly or make you wear a buttplug so his fat cock could always slip in without hurting you!! & men who will bend you over the nearest table if you walk by him in those little denim shorts, (and he won't be nice!), slamming into your ass from behind as he slaps it, leaving red handprint marks before pulling out and cumming all over your lower back.

zeke, connie, floch, kenny, porco

men who shove their cocks between your closed thighs, thrusting relentlessly as they chase their high. the sensation of his cock squeezed between your plush thighs and your wet pussy rubbing against him was almost enough for him to slip a ring on your finger. men who keep a close eye on you all night when you choose to wear a playsuit on your night out clubbing, letting the fabric ride all the way up to your hips letting the crotch line press against your pussy, showing off your legs to everyone there. 10/10 experience, he dragged you outside to an alley and spent a few minutes marking your thighs with his mouth, leaving purple bruises for all eyes to see as you pats your ass back onto the dancefloor.

eren, bertoldt, erwin, mike

men who googled 'boobies' one day when they were nine and have never gone back. they're all honestly such pervs, always groping & ogling your tits when he's not fucking them. men who straddle you, cock in his hand as pre cum spurts out at the sight of your coy expression as you pressed your precious mounds together, lashes fluttering. men who babble absolute nonsense as they thrust into your chest, feeding into the warmth of your cute tits and sinful moans as you toy with your nipples. men who bite their lip to stifle their moans because they never thought fucking your tits would feel this good. men who last an embarrassingly short time before they're shooting cum, making sure to aim so your tits would be covered in his seed as you cheekily jiggled them, making him rock hard again.

armin, levi, colt, onyakankopon

all 3 because he can't pick a fav

jean, reiner

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𝗔𝗯𝗯𝘆 𝗔𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺!𝗰𝗵𝘂𝗯𝗯𝘆!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀

𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴:light sexual content, talks of oral and sexual acts but nothing in detail. lots of tooth rotting fluff (MDNI. minors will be blocked.)

+the first time she saw you, she was HEAD over HEELS.

+she had seen you walking by through the gym window, in your little white sundress with lilac flowers patterning it and puffy sleeves.

+she immediately new she needed your number. she had stopped mid set and ran out of the gym, just to get it.

+it shocked you at first, who wouldnt be shocked to see a 6 foot, extremely good looking blonde 19 year old running up to them from seemingly nowhere?

+she was running so fast she almost bumped into you, her face beet red and skin glistening with sweat from her workout.

+the whole encounter was very awkward. but she walked out with a cute girls number, and a date scored for next tuesday. she thinks it was worth it.

+absolutely OBSESSED with your tummy. she loves laying between your legs as you read, just resting her head on your soft stomach. she's definitely the type to trace over any stretch marks or scars with her fingers in admiration.

+also loves your thighs, if you get what im hinting at.

+when shes driving in her fancy sport car, you in the passanger seat obvi, she will rest her hand on your thigh, kneading the plush skin with the occasional pinch just to hear you whimper and whine her name.

+spends most of her time between them though, for sure. licking and nibbling your soft rosy bud, while three of her fingers plunge in and out of you, hitting the right spot each time.

+miss girl has your legs SHAKING everytime she eats you out. and she definitely leaves plenty of marks too. she needs everyone to know you are hers when you wear your short little dresses.

+a sucker for you on your knees too. she loves sitting on the couch in your shared apartment, watching tv with you between her legs, head resting on her inner thigh. she loves those sweet little doe eyes you give her when you want attention, or when you whine from the frustration of not getting enough friction from the boot shes currently wearing and rubbing against you, in just the righ spot.

+she would always be there to kiss away any insecurities you have.

+people giving you funny looks in public with her? she will immediately call them out and make them turn their heads away in shame.

+feeling insecure about your tummy or thighs? stretch marks or arms? she will immediately reassure you and leave sweet kisses on your face, kissing all your salty tears away.

+holds you close to her chest, letting you sob it out on rough days, her hands caressing your love handles, or rubbing circles on your back under your shirt. anything to make her sweetheart feel better.

+definitely orders you two food after you have calmed down, she knows that movie nights with chinese takeout and snacks always makes you feel better <3

Thick thighs, brown eyes and pretty lips.

Never thought I'd me reading For Ony but gah damn I want- no need more of him 🤭🤭

basketball player!ony who takes his career very seriously. he was the star in high school when you met him and he is the star now at his big name d1 college.

basketball player!ony who’s been scouted by many nba teams, but refuses to go into the draft until he gets his degree. you and him have been together since freshman year of high school and he doesn’t plan on changing that no matter how much recognition he gets.

basketball player!ony who is about 6’5, playing as his schools starting point guard. he averages about twenty-six points a game and wears the number 3. sometimes basketball player!ony can get very hard on himself when he doesn’t perform the way he wants to and he always needs you there to help. whether it be getting his rebounds or watching his previous film, basketball player!ony always looked to you first.

basketball player!ony who begged you to go to the same college as him, not thinking he would survive being away from you and you didn’t mind because you felt the exact same way.

basketball player!ony who has to shoot down different girls everyday. constantly throwing away love letters and gifts from the many girls on campus. sometimes splitting the candy he’d get with you.

basketball player!ony who is rarely seen without you unless he is at practice or a game and during those games he always made sure you are seated in the nearest seat to the bench. throwing you a quick wink with a smirk when he’d make a tough shot.

basketball player!ony who’d always bring you up in his interviews after games.

“onyankopon what a great game tonight. you did spectacular ending with thirty-seven points, twelve assists and eleven rebounds. how does it feel to be such a big asset to the team at such a young age?”

“uhhm i just come out here and perform like i normally do. i love this game and it’d be disrespectful of me to not play at my full potential as often as i can. i also wanna give a shout-out to my beautiful girlfriend y/n. there have been nights where it’s just me and her watching film, breaking each game down to make me better. i wouldn’t have made it this far without you mama. i love you”

he’d say, looking straight into the camera as if you were watching him through it. (the interview went viral btw)

basketball player!ony who has you wear his chains for each game since he can’t wear jewelry while playing, not letting you take them off until the two of you got to his dorm room.

“fuck keep ridin’ it just like that baby.” he groaned as you bounced up and down on your boyfriends dick, pretty gold chains dangling from your neck as you slowed your pace. he had just finished a game and needed to get you home immediately after seeing a random from the crowd try to flirt with you, snatching your attention away from him while he was killing his opponents. one of his favorite things about you was that you loved basketball just as much as he did, watching every game without batting an eye.

you gave your boyfriend your full attention and even gave him criticism to show for how much you were paying attention. the fact that some random nigga can snatch that attention from him boiled his blood. his legs were tired and already getting sore from the game as he lay comfortably under you. “daddy m’tireddd” you have been going at it for almost an hour, but basketball player!ony knew you were a good girl and wouldn’t stop until he said to. “ion care. keep that same pace until i nut in you”

basketball player!ony who also let you pick his jersey number.

it was the night after graduation when he had your legs pressed up to your chest on the bed. basketball player!ony fed you deep strokes as he talked to you about your future with him. “how many babies you want daddy t’give you?” he groaned in your ear while pushing himself deeper. you moaned out loud as you felt him kiss your cervix, eyes rolling back as you were slowly going in and out of awareness. “c’mon mama i need an answer it’s important”

you had no idea why he was so eager for an answer but you knew he wasn’t going to let you cum until you told him. he let go of your legs and held both of your hands in his. staring you in the eyes as he slowed his speed and deepened his strokes. you were falling more in love with this man everyday. “i know you like that, but i need you to give me an answer or daddy gon have to stop.” your back arched off the bed as your boyfriend hit a particularly sensitive spot in you. he knew you were close, but he really needed you to answer his question. he stopped completely, staying inside of you as he waited for a reply. you mewled, upset at the lack of friction. “i know mama i know. just tell me how many and i’ll fuck you ‘til you wet this bed up.”

“t-three.” you whispered. it was barely audible, but he heard you, asking again for clarification. “speak up baby” “t-threeee ohh myyy goddd daddy waitttt” you freed one of your hands before pawing at his stomach. he pounded into you at a quick pace, drawing your orgasm out quickly as you spasmed around his dick. “and ima take care of you and them when i go pro i swear. they not gon have to worry about a damn thing and ima wear that number on my back to remind the both of us who we doin this shit for” the two of you came together, holding each other as fatigue got the best of you and ushered the both of you to sleep. your boyfriend never forgot what he swore to do and kept up with it through college.

basketball player!ony never started a game without first kissing his three fingers and pressing them on his jersey. letting you know he always remembered his promise to you.