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- I just wanted to write what I think our beloved characters would do on a drama reality show and the pure, raw chaos that I just know would take place. In this the reader is with

Eren

-thee biggest man whore there is in existence. he looks good on camera and this man knows it and always indulges the ladies if they are fine and down for whatever. no strings attached though, he makes sure to make that clear throughout the show that no one can tie him down. except mikasa, but that’s another storyline.

-he owns multiple clubs and businesses and never misses an opportunity to make it known for the cameras that his spot is the hottest in town. with multiple pictures on instagram of the wild nights aswell as teasers for his eccentric, dedicated fanbase.

-his biggest conflict would be the fact that he runs away from commitment a lot, if you want to scare this man, write commit on a piece of paper and he will damn near piss himself. the most popular example was between him and mikasa, although she’s his well loved, well taken care of wife and mother of his three children. when their relationship first started, eren was hell in a cartier watch. always up to something he didn’t have no business until mikasa, pulled a him on him, then he gathered himself and stood proudly, chest up at that alter.

-most definitely high asf in confessionals and talking the most shit. the real definition of a sassy man, especially when annie and mikasa was beefing. the man dragged annie in them confessionals and in person every time she tried to come for his girl. and was quick to hit her with the “they just jealous of you, look at you and look at her.” every single time. he also talked a lot of shit when him and jean got into it. “i know he is not trying to argue me down in skinny jeans.” and quick to tell jean that he needs to get his money up not his funny.

-reunions are always messy with him there too, either he instigating or he is the drama, ain’t no in between. sometimes even you have to tell his ass to shut the hell up and let folks talk without egging shit on. “im just saying, me personally-” he said before you cut him off. “me personally my ass, shut up.” you interjected, gaining laughs from the live audience whilst he rolled his eyes light heartedly.

Mikasa

-baby one of the baddest who ever did it. besides you. but of course bad bitches stick together so y’all are the best of friends, always doing things y’all ain’t got no business together. especially when mikasa wasn’t married, you two was always in something.

-she’s cool and stunning and all about her money. she’s an social media influencer but owns two business on the side, one of them being her very own spa. which is the best place if you want to get a relaxing facial or message, she’s truly a gem in her field of work and knows what works.

, her confessional looks always eat and she says what everyone is thinking usually. and if anyone does have a issues, she has no problem backing up anything she has to say in those confessionals. and that’s one of the main reasons people love their beloved mi because she is relatable and values her audience, while also still being able to back herself up.

-her biggest conflict was her beef with annie, which went on longer than it should’ve. when mikasa hosted her skincare line’s reveal party, annie came in with unfinished business with some random and let’s just say, she didn’t get to reveal anything that night and was pissed. when she confronted annie about it, she got disrespectful and of course, the woman can only take so much so, with one more disrespectful or disregarding comment, annie and her got physical.

-what made things worse is when you were friends with both of the ladies and production requested for you to organize a sit down between the two, to hash out their issues with one another. but that didn’t go well either. “can y’all calm down, damn!” you yelled, right before mi punched annie in her face and the rest was history. they cool now though and way more stronger together than apart, collaborating together for a collection of body shimmers that were extraordinary and popular on almost every social media platform.

Armin

-the voice of reason. and that gets him more play than he will let on, that soft voice and pretty face makes the women swoon for him all the time but he doesn’t pay them no mind, too blindsided by his crush on a certain woman. you. but he would never tell you that, too scared of what you’re reaction would be. although you and the fans could see it and thought it was cute how he would look at you with so much love and hang on to your every word.

-but his upside with the fans is that he was always the reasonable one when it came to the men and their drama and boy, did they have a lot of it. and being best friends with the biggest drama king, you can only imagine the stress this man goes through trying to get these big adults babies to see eye to eye.

-and when that stress does come, he’s quick to come to your house and rant you about it whilst snuggled under some blankets and eating snacks. “im done trying to help these damn lunatics, they can kill each other for all i care.” he says, too over their constant head butting and you are quick to be a safe space for him, letting him angry rant to you whenever he liked. telling him constantly that he didn’t have to apologize for the cursing, you cursed like a sailor anyways

-armins conflict was surprisingly with his best friend earlier on in the show because armin’s modeling career had started to take off and he no longer had time to play right hand man for eren. so they weren’t on speaking terms for months before they had a sit down with each other, armin letting eren know that both of them were grown adults but would still be thick as thieves. “you don’t have the luxury of me picking up after your shit any more, eren.” armin said to a shocked and slightly proud eren, who had just found a new respect for blondie and with that they made up.

he lowkey messy too though, like he loves the mess some time but likes to keep that innocent boy image for as long as he can although sometimes the fans clock him on his ways and you do too, in a joking sense. “you know you liked the chaos, just be lying to lie.” you said, once the cameras were off of you both. “she had that coming, im not going to even lie.” he snickered, mischief gleaming behind those blue eyes.

You

as stated above, you are one of the baddest to ever step on screen. and have a lot of personality which is always amazing for the television world. you bring the looks, the drama and the energy and that’s what the fans love about you. never is a scene with your presence in it ever boring and they eat it up every time. and your commentary when shit is popping off is unmatched and so are your facial expressions, always sitting in a corner with armin or mikasa watching and taking in everything.

-they also love how about your business you are, being an influencer, owning your own clothing brand and giving good quality ass television wasn’t easy, but you made it look effortless. you also became somewhat of a fashion icon through the show, you stellar outfits and new hairstyles catching the eyes of many.

-you are never afraid to speak your mind to anyone and you tell it how it is to even your own friends because everyone needs an honest friend who will pick you up when you fall but also put belt to ass when you need to be held accountable. it’s what made you gain a lot of friends on the show, they know that you’re real on and off camera.

you’re also a girls girl to the heart, you never want to see women fighting over a man especially if she’s a friend of yours. ‘sasha, baby he is not worth your time or effort.” you said, to sasha who was hell bent on lying, cheating ass connie for a long time. and before she could say something you came back wth the quickness, “and that i love him shit is out the window, he’s shown himself to you time and time again.” you said finishing this before she could object or make excuses for his sad ass behavior.

Riri Williams x Black Fem Reader

Description: Making Riri Williams Squirt.

“tell me how much you like when im inside you, ri? how much you like when im fucking my pussy dumb?” you said, smiling as you watched her pretty pussy take in all of you. you couldn’t help but be proud of her for being so good for you, taking your assault on her cunt with little to no complaints. “i-i love it so fucking much, ma.” she moaned, heavy pants between the interludes of her words. you loved hearing her so fulfilled by you, knowing that you were the only one who could make her a needy, wet mess.

you pushed into her harder, feeling her legs wrap around you as you hit her spot over and over again with more force each time you pushed back inside her velvet walls. “shit. don’t stop, baby.” she whined, feeling that tightness in her core increase with every thrust of your hips. you could feel it too, how she wrapped around you with every movement, sending a sensation of bliss straight through you. “you’re so tight for me, pretty. so fucking tight.” you praised, staring at her fucked out face, her eyes filled with tears.

she gasped feeling herself inching closer to the edge of her high, her cunt pulsing around you even more quicker now. “fuck. ma, please, please lemme come.” she pleaded, slurring her words slightly, a pretty pout on her full lips. you thrusted in her even harder at the words, making her brown eyes roll to the back of her head. it was downright nasty, the squelching of her pussy and the slapping for your skin against hers as you worked you both to a release.

“wait just a lil bit, baby. i wanna make you squirt all over this dick, ok?” you coed, in a world of your own. feeling the peak of your orgasm creeping closer with every time her walls sucked you in. you rubbed two fingers on her sensitive clit, hearing her loud moans as you put her senses in overdrive. she almost couldn’t take it, the overwhelming feeling making her toes curl.

“there we go, cum for me, princess.” you panted, curses following as you filled her with your essence, fucking your cum into her greedy cunt. “shit.” riri dragged, her juices sputtering all over your stomach, soaking the off white bedsheets beneath her. you smiled lazily at the sight, “such a good girl, hm? squirting all on me like i wanted you to, yea?” slowly, you rode out your orgasm with her, gradually slowing down your thrust and letting you body slump on top of hers.

after awhile you placed gentle, sweet kisses on her neck, to compensate for any roughness you used, telling her how much you loved her in between each one. she hummed softly, placing her arms around your waist. “mhm, don’t be tryna be all soft now. you is just nasty.” she said, playfully scrunching her face up to mimic disgust. “but you loved every bit of it, so what that make you?” you retorted, kissing her lips before she could argue with you.

“you just as nasty in fact, maybe even worser.” you said, making her roll her eyes at you. she knew it was true though, she was down for anything when it came to you and you only. “i gotta be when you doing me so good, got me seeing stars and shit.” she said, staring into your eyes with a mischievous look on her face. “mhm, at least you can admit it. usually i could have you floating off the bed and you’ll still lie.”you joked, making her lightly smack your arm. “you better savor it.” she said, raising an eyebrow to you.

Riri Williams x Black Fem Reader

Warning: Smut!!

A/N: Heller, Heller, Heller!! I’m finally back writing again!! I’m so happy to be writing on here againn. This is something small and smutty for my wifey Riri. Hope whomever reads this enjoys it as much as I did while writing it cause chileee, im not gon say too much 😭

sub!riri! who calls your phone in the darkest hours of night, letting the phone sit right beside her on that plush bedding while soft, raspy moans escape her mouth as she ravages herself with the thought of you on her brain. making sure you never miss a moment, she cries your name as if it were your fingers, deep in her plush velvet walls, bringing her to the peak of her bliss.

sub!riri! who stares at you with such intention when you give her your permission to finally touch you. she basks in your beauty, all of it. from every look to every movement, she never fails to observe every single detail about you. it’s those pretty sounds in that pretty voice that ignite a fire in her, how you make her feel like the only woman in the world when her head is shoved between those plush thighs.

sub!riri! who loves when you punish her, looking at those tattoos littered across your stomach, including the one of her name right under the swell of your breast as she rides you to her fourth release, her knees weak, holding herself up just barely with the small amount of perseverance she had left.

sub!riri! who stops her movements for just a second before she feels your hands on her lower back, guiding her down on your pink strap once again. “did i tell you to stop, love?” you say, rubbing her swollen clit in small circles, staring right into those brown irises. “i cant, i cant.” she breathes, but continues to sloppily ride you, letting her body collapse on top of yours while you pamper small kisses on her neck.

brat!riri! who loves just a little bit of smarting off at the mouth when you tease her. “hm, you talk big game for someone who can’t even take silicone.” you say, tracing your finger down her abdomen. she didn’t know what was filthier, how you talked to her or the way she liked it, a sultry heat in between her thighs. “wanna test that theory, ma?” she said, tilting her head slightly, eyes looking you up and down, posing an obvious challenge, one that she knew you were more than willing to take.

brat!riri! who exposes herself in front of you while your attempt to focus on your work, knowing that you’ll take one look at her vulgar display and take her bait soon enough. “riri, imma need you off my desk baby.” you sigh, practically pleading the woman to remove herself so that you could continue with your work. she shook her head, spreading her legs right in front of your face, so much that you could see just how much she needed you. “please, i miss you so, so much.” she whispered, hands playing in your coils, guiding you even closer to where she wanted you.

brat!riri!! who got exactly what she bargained for when she finds herself shaking mercilessly, nails ingrained the material of your desk while your fingers pump in and out of her with ease. “right there, baby, fuck.” she moans, feeling that familiar sensation building in her stomach, her cunt tightening around your fingers.

brat!riri!! who whines when you remove your fingers right before her orgasm, a cute pout on her lips. “my poor baby.” you smile, voice laced with fake sympathy and a hint of condescension. you taste her sweetness on your fingers, humming softly as you savored her.

“now if you want to cum, you’ll work for it, won’t you?”

Nakia x Black Fem Reader

This is just a lil something from my head, it’s just you being such a softy for Nakia and her knowing so and making good use of it.

“nakia, baby no. i don’t feel like going tonight, love.” you said, grabbing both her hands in yours and placing a chaste kiss on both of them. you could see the disappointment written all over her pretty face, the slight pout on her soft lips highlighted by the full moon that was surely adorning her. she didn’t know what else to do to convince you further, i mean sure she had been short notice on the matter but still, who wouldn’t want to bask in the beauty of the arts as if there was no tomorrow?

“it’s just an art showcase, sthandwa sami. you’ll barely have to speak to anyone, if you even have to at all. i want nothing more than my wife there with me so we can enjoy it together.” she said, placing her hand on your chin so that you eyes could see the pure sincerity behind hers. it was something she always did when she wanted you to truly feel what she was saying. you could feel yourself weakening at her words, you wanted to at least stand on your no for twenty minutes. but at this rate, would you even reach ten minutes before she had you right in the palm of her hands?

it was how she knew exactly what to say or do to break your resolve and make you do whatever she wanted of you. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t do it happily, with a smitten smile across your lips. even if all your friends honed on how she could turn you into a puddle of mush with just her words. “ill go to the next one with you, my love. just please, i want to be in bed tonight.” you whined, snuggling even more closer to the warm covers that were practically begging you to sink yourself under them. “you have all of tomorrow and the next day to be in bed with me.” she smiled coyly, the implication not slipping past you one bit.

you tensed a little at her boldness, something that even after years you still couldn’t help but react the same to. she laughed, finding herself amused at your reaction to her words. she used that as leverage, your wife inching her body closer to yours. making it so that your lips were centimeters apart from her own. “kia, i know what you’re doing and it’s not going to work.” you said, but even you didn’t sound so certain of your own resistance. did you even have faith in yourself?

the answer became apparent when her lips touched yours and you found yourself so caught up in the moment, that you could barely feel her hand pressing you down so that she could straddle you. “please. please. pleaseeee.” she said, each please followed by a quick kiss to on your lips. “ill make it worth your while, my love.” she says, her tone of voice leaving little to the imagination. she guided your hands to her hips, her eyes low as she stared at you with a mischievous glint in her eyes. and you melted, fast.

A lil note: Y’all honestly, this is just something short and kinda fluff-ish. It’s Ayo being her usually unbelievably fine and serious self and Aneka being her unbelievably fine and light hearted self. I ain’t never written a poly relationship, but I love this as a thing. Definitely about to write more of them and the reader.

Black Fem Reader x Ayo x Aneka

“She shouldn’t be so close to him.” Ayo said, causing her lover to laugh at her sudden distress over the man that was only engaging in harmless small talk with you. She couldn’t have been more serious, staring holes into the innocent man’s head for almost the majority of the time he had started talking to you. Poor him. In utter confusion, wondering why the woman across the room looked as if she was seconds away from bashing his head in, which wasn’t far from her actual thoughts.

“She’s having fun, my love. You’re acting as if they are all on eachother, then I would get involved but it’s all innocent. Just two people having a good time.” Aneka said, being the more calmer of the two, she found no harm in the simple conversation. As long as the man didn’t cross any boundaries or disrespect your relationship, she found it less of a thing to even dwell on. Ayo huffed, eyes still staring at you both, clearly the woman wasn’t to keen on letting it go.

“Well, while you are doing that, I’m going to go dance with Nakia.” Aneka said, making her exit off into the crowd, leaving the woman to continue her antics.

You could feel her, the intensity of her gaze was unmatched and even from across the room her presence loomed over you as a cloud would. Here she goes again. You thought, rolling your eyes. To think that she would even have that thought on her mind, it irritated you to the bone. You decide on ignoring her, not wanting her dislike of your little associate to ruin the night.

“Is everything alright?” The man asked, face twisted in concern at your sudden absence from the conversation.

You nodded slightly, flaunting a smile at him for his reassurance. He smiled back at you, a little too hard for her liking. “I was just saying that you look great tonight.” He complimented, eyes grazing over your assemble, from your head to your toes. Of course she had caught this, eyes widening at the man’s boldness. He seemingly had no regard for his life, looking at you in such ways while both of your lovers were in proximity. Who did he think he was?

“Aw thank you, you’re not too bad yourself.” You said laughing softly as you said the words. He laughed with you, clearly flustering at your praise of his appearance. You noticed, but you didn’t pay it any mind. As long as he kept it strictly friendly, you couldn’t be bothered. Ayo wouldn’t have blamed him, if it were on different circumstances, there was no doubt that you were absolutely stunning and the fact that you had made two of the most finest women of the nation fall for you only added to that fact.

But you were theirs, all theirs. His petty crush on you would have to soon seize or else she would help him do so. “Would you like to dance?” He asked, a hopeful gleam in his expression as he held his hand out, ready to take yours. The hope he felt was short lived, quickly snuffed out by the soon appearance of an woman behind you who was seething with visible anger.

“No, she wouldn’t.” She answered, showing a smile, one that instead of warmth showed an expression of warning toward the man. He quickly took heed, something that she admired, he knew his odds and choose not to cross those bounds. He nodded swiftly and turned to walk away but, not before you had gave him an apology for your girlfriends behavior.

“I was going to say no, Ayo.” You said, turning around to meet her only to be greeted by an self assuring smirk on her lips, seemingly content with her actions. She didn’t know how much longer she could suffice watching him and you, so you could only bet how happy she was when he extended the invitation to dance to you, cause she would be the one to turn him down.

“Well, I did, problem?” She asked, practically daring you to retort at her. You were until Aneka appeared, looking knowingly between the both of you. “Lemme guess, she got jealous and came over here to make herself known?” She asked, crossing her arms as an offended Ayo scoffed at her words. She wasn’t that predictable, atleast she didn’t think she was but you both knew her like the palms of your hands, especially Aneka, being with her longer than you had.

“Exactly that.” You said, coercing an amused laugh from her. She sighed, pressing a kiss on your cheek as you both waited for your lover to explain themselves. “He had a little crush on her, I had to do something or else he would’ve had his hopes up.” She said, shrugging her shoulders. You rolled your eyes as Aneka hummed in intrigue, finger tapping her chin.

“A crush?” She said, raising an eyebrow. She found cute, he could never have you but, the mere thought tickled her to her core. She looked forward to hearing Ayo’s telling of the tale whilst you dreaded it, knowing that the car ride home would be the longest of your life. Between Ayo’s dramatics and Anekas teasing, you were in for one hell of a ride with the both of them. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Black Fem Reader x Riri Williams

A/N: This is not the one I originally said I was going to do, I didn’t like the way that one looked and I am still working on it. I really hope that whomever reads this will enjoy it!! Not Proofread, if you see an error, no you didn’t. 👀

He was a damned fool, one the of the biggest at that. How could he capture the heart of a woman such as you and yet, disregard it as nothing? A woman with so much love in her heart for him, a hollow shell of an man you referred to as your husband. Far too busy looking in other places for temporary satisfaction, while you offered an lifetime of all aspects. It pained her greatly to see you go through such a hassle, attempting to repair something that was beyond that because of the fact that you could not simply could not accept reality for what it was.

He didn’t love you, he never did. The image, that was all that remained of significance to him, having it branded in the minds of others that he had such a lady on his arms. Other than that, he had forsaken those scared vows you both shared countless of times, using empty promises to mend the pieces of your heart every time he would break you and you, you fell short with hope every time. Hopeless, bound by the strings of a love that was never returned unto you, dancing on the edge of what could’ve been.

That was until she met you and graced you with something more, what it felt like to be loved and you, you were completely inbound in the feeling. The euphoric bliss, paired with that subconscious lingering in the back of your mind telling you that you two were wrong. It had to be a drug of some sort, her love. How she managed to corrupt your whole being with such an feeling, one that ran deep. Your sense of morality had been compromised by the woman who made you feel like the only woman in the world.

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“How badly do you want me?” She questioned, those smooth fingers of hers slipping through the lace hemming of your silk gown, dragging them to the middle of your chest. She knew the answer to her question, but something about hearing those words of want for her never failed to give her that sweet, sweet satisfaction she craved, the one that swelled within her chest and lingered in her mind for weeks at a time.

You sucked in a breath of air, one that proved much more of difficulty than it did before, feeling the warmth of her your body against her contrasting cooler one. That feeling alone was one to enjoy, to reminisce on. It was one you could drown in without care, just from the significance of her touch, one that gave meaning to even the smallest. You didn’t just want her, you wanted all of her even if it was just a little while longer.

You felt a increase of boldness swirl around you, your adrenaline clouding your senses. Your fingers found her cool cheek, staring into the intense abyss of her brown irises. “Badly.” You breathed, feeling that feeling of pure heat settled within your veins, knocking the air out of your lungs as it coursed through you like a raging, uncontrollable flame.

She found temptation in your words, the feeling gnawing at her even more now. Her hands found their way to your neck, while she stared almost teasingly at your plush lips, leaving you with the tightness of anticipation while you longed for her with every inch of you. Her lips soon found yours, intertwined within each other while you both engrossed yourselves in the moment.

And just like that, you were weightless. The ability to think escaped your grasp, all that lay on your mind was you two, both off in an infinity of your own creation, one where the outside world held no regard and nor did time. This, this was the intimacy you yearned for, the one she had conditioned you to love, the one that was to blame for those restless nights, wrapped under a blanket of stars, while those explicit times between you both, replayed in your mind like a broken record.

Riri hummed lightly against your delicate skin, her mouth moving to the crevice of your neck, the aroma of pure vanilla and strong lavender grazing her senses. You grasped, feeling her smooth fingers pull the strings of the gown, loosening it from the fitting of your frame. There was so much eagerness within her touch and yet, she was trying to take her sweet, sweet time with you, noting the countless hours she had but even with them she couldn’t wallow in you as she truly wanted to.

Her hand found the band of your sheer, lace panties, pulling the thin piece of fabric to the side with ease, exposing your aching core to the cool air that circulated through the room. She slid a finger down your center, collecting the sweetness on her digit. Watching as you closed your eyes, sinful sounds exiting your mouth while the only thought that plagued your mind at the moment was the anticipation of the release, how good it would feel to succumb to this feeling that ravaged through your whole body.

“So wet for me, hm? I’m gonna take such good care of my girl, ok?” She said, placing her fingers inside of your dripping cunt, watching in utter awe at how well your pussy managed to take her every single time, it was as if she were made just for your pleasing. That to her meant that it was hers, all hers. Hers to taste, hers to touch and hers to claim over and over again, whenever she felt so. “Fuck, it feels so, so good.” You moaned, the keenness for her increasing with every pump of her fingers.

She rubbed your clit with her thumb, adding to that bliss you felt. Drowning under a sea of elation from her actions, while she watched in pure apprehension at your unraveling beneath her touch. You were just that beautiful, that captivating in nature. Messiness, it accentuated you perfectly, highlighting all those “imperfections” that she thought were so ideal.

“You look so damn pretty right now, angel.” She coed, those words making your stomach tighten with that oh, so familiar coil. “please, please, don’t stop.” You begged, in the brink of closeness, your orgasm right in your reach. You didn’t have to beg to get her give you that though. She wanted you to, not only for yourself but for her, nothing gave her more than seeing her love unfold.

“Go ahead, let me see it.” She said, feeling that clench around her fingers, a dragged whimper escaping your lips as you let go fully. “thank you, thank you, thank you.” You slurred, the waves of pleasure colliding against the walls of your stomach, your body was electrified, lighting striking those turbulent waters that resided within you. “That’s it, sweetness, doing exactly what I wanted.” She kissed your cheek softly, a slight smile on her lips.

Your chest was still heavy, labored breathes like music to her ears. Those were the sounds that assured her that she was the cause of this, your undoing. Not him, but her. She had the right to be brash. To stare at that inconvenience of a man with a devilish grin on her face, knowing that she would take you under his roof, in his bed, so, so very soon. To make you forget. That was her goal and for just a while you would, tangled in her as the reminisce of your last session of passion wore off and all there was left was that soul-eating guilt once he would walk through that door.

For if it was wrong, why did it have to feel so good? Why did she have this hold on you? That magnetic pull towards someone who appeared to be your best friend and yet at the ungodly hours of night, she was your lover all over again. Two wrongs didn’t make a right. You knew that, but the fulfillment that this cycle gave you filled any negatives you had just as fast as they began.

And quite frankly, you couldn’t give a damn.

A/N: Y’all this took so, so long to write. I’m pretty sure out of the fourteen drafts (im lazy asf, don’t judge 😭) I’m surprised this one even made it out but, I preserved and we here now!! I hope this was enjoyable, I thank anyone who reads, reblogs or comments. Y’all and I swear I don’t support infidelity but, the husband had it coming for that ass. Love y’alll fr fr!! 💕💕