Lee🐍

ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜᴛᴛᴇʀꜰʟʏ ᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴᴛɪꜱ? ᴏʀ ᴘᴇʀʜᴀᴘꜱ ꜱʜᴇ ɪꜱ ʙᴏᴛʜ?

[b-k01]

🌈𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕃𝕖𝕖 𝕠𝕣 𝔹𝕂!

ɪ ᴀᴍ 25 ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴏᴄ(ʙʟᴋ!) ᴜꜱɪɴɢ ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ꜱʜᴇ/ʜᴇʀ ᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇʏ/ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴꜱ.

𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐚 𝐀𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧❤️. 𝐈 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬/𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬/𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫; 𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰, 𝐛𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞.

ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ ᴏɴ ᴛɪᴛᴀɴ⚔️, ꜰᴀɴᴀʀᴛ🎨, ᴍᴇᴍᴇꜱ🌐, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ꜱᴛᴜꜰꜰ🛸 ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴍʏ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛ!

𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞:

𝗠𝘆 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗟𝗶𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝗠𝗶𝗸𝗮𝘀𝗮🧣

𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐀 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤: - BKLee01

Read stories about #ackerman, #annieleonhardt, and #annieleohardt on Wattpad, recommended by BKLee01

𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐀 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝕆𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤: - BKLee01

Read stories about #animexreader, #-crashingthemode, and #ackerman on Wattpad, recommended by BKLee01

https://archiveofourown.org/collections/Mikasa_X_Reader_STORIES/bookmarks

https://archiveofourown.org/collections/Mikasa_X_Reader_ONESHOTS/bookmarks

𝗦𝗶𝗱𝗲-𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘀📱

ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ ᴏɴ ᴛɪᴛᴀɴ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴜꜱꜱɪᴏɴꜱ: @butterflykniivez

ꜱᴇʟꜰ-ꜱʜɪᴘ: @leekasa

𝕻𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖊𝖕𝖍𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝕯𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖇𝖞 @vibeswithrenai

[jeerencho]

ᵎᵎ ⸝⸝ postrumbling!mikasa x fem!reader

― ✧ wc: 0.46k

after the rumbling a lot of things changed.

no one was scared to get out of their house anymore, no more worrying about titans or war.

peace finally came after working so hard for it.

mikasa could finally just rest on the grass, staring at the perfect sunset in front of her.

you’re resting your head on her shoulder, playing with the hem of her sleeve.

she’s listening to your story while resting her hand on your thigh. 

mikasa isn’t a talker but she’s for sure a listener, especially when it comes to you.

you suddenly stopped talking. she noticed it.

“go on. what were you about to say?” she says while turning her head to look at you.

mikasa changed after the rumbling, she’s more patient and she finally has less stress.

you had to ask her multiple times to rest, but the answers were always the same.

“i don’t wanna be lazy.” 

you hated it whenever she said that. mikasa could never be lazy, even if she’s not training for fights she’ll still do some chores or get wood for the fire.

she rarely answers when you ask her how she feels. you know it’s hard for her after the rumbling.

a lot of people she knew died, including her friends.

you tried to make a conversation about it, thinking it’ll help her out, but she doesn’t even want to hear one bit about it.

she prefers talking about anything else than the rumbling.

such as how your day went or your little rants.

“mikasa, i know you don’t wanna talk about it but it’s been a month since the rumbling.”

you felt the movements of her finger on your thigh stop.

before you could say anything she placed her head in your neck.

“it’s not easy,” she started, her voice is a bit breathless.

“i really want to talk about how i feel but i also wanna leave it in the past and move on.”

you finally understand why she doesn’t wanna talk about it. she just wants to leave it all behind and begin a new life.

a life where she doesn’t need to worry about titans invading the wall or war.

she placed a soft kiss onto your neck before standing up.

“i’m glad that you’re alive.” she says while giving you her hand to stand up.

you took it.

she held your gaze.

you leaned in and kissed her gently and slowly. she kisses you back, her hand on your lower back to steady you and her other hand on your collarbone.

she pulled her head back after the kiss.

“this is exactly how i imagined my life after the rumbling.”

a big smile appeared on your face.

a peaceful life with her is perfect.

a/n: I know it's short but i didn't have any ideas 😭

[strxwberrycreampuff]

Mikasa is so hot when she gets jealous!

This sounds like smut but I promise it’s not 😓 just very suggestive heh… also fem reader

The club was lively — colorful lights flashing, music blasting, people dancing, and everything else you’d expect to find in a club. You were standing in a corner, waiting on your girlfriend, Mikasa, to get back from the bathroom. You swirled your drink in your red solo cup as you scrolled on your phone, trying to pass time quicker. It was working until it wasn’t. God, you couldn’t be left alone without her, could you?

A random man stood in front of you, and he was clearly up to something. You looked up with a polite smile, something you do out of habit. He had this smirk on his face, and his cheeks were slightly pink; it was clear he was drunk. He had his hands in his pockets and a confident posture, like he already knew he was going to succeed in whatever he was about to do. It was already irritating you, but you decided to hear him out anyway.

“Y’know, you’re really beautiful. Is there any chance I can get your number?”

“Sorry, but I have a girlfriend.”

“Oh yeah? She doesn’t have to know.”

You deadpanned.

“I like girls.”

He opened his mouth as if he were about to speak, only to be cut off by someone clearing his throat from behind him. He turned, and there she was. Your girlfriend in all of her hot, angry glory. Her glare was sharp, as if she were trying to strangle the guy with her eyes alone, and boy did it stir something deep in your gut. Something about the way she got so jealous over a man flirting with you was just oh so attractive.

“She’s with me.”

He gulped and mumbled a small apology before walking away. He walked off as if he were a terrified dog running away with his tail between his legs, and it amused you much more than it should’ve. Once you turned your attention back to Mikasa, she had softened just a bit, but she was still visibly angry. It turned you on way more than it should’ve. But who were you to complain when she wrapped her arm around your waist and started leading you towards the exit?

“Why didn’t you send him away? You know I don’t like people talking to you like that.”

“Because I knew you’d do it for me. Besides, I like when you get all jealous — it’s hot.”

She didn’t respond, but you could tell she was happy with your answer. Of course, that didn’t completely erase her jealousy. She was still bitter about the guy, and what better way is there to calm down other than taking her girlfriend home and pleasing her? Of course that was the best option, and it was exactly what she was going to do. She was going to take you home and show you just how much she loved you.

Back at your apartment, you were already on the bed beneath her in a matter of minutes; shirts off, pants thrown somewhere in the room, lips locked. She let her hands run up and down your waist and thigh, her mouth on yours like the world was going to end tomorrow. She kissed like she meant every movement of hers, and she did. She pulled away from the kiss to allow the two of you to breath before she trailed her lips along your jaw, down your neck, and all the way down to your cleavage — her eyes were locked on yours the whole time.

Tonight was gonna be a long one, and you weren’t complaining one bit.

A/N: kinda short and I got carried away with that last paragraph but good lord I love Mikasa I need to write for her more.

© strxwberrycreampuff 6/16/2026 do not steal, copy, or feed to ai

[geminicubedofficial]

Emo Girl

Summary: Concerts, gay tension, and wlw sex in the back of a Hot Topic, what could go wrong? Genre: Smut 18+ MDNI

It was supposed to be quick. In and out, buy a band tee for the concert I was going to in a few weeks, maybe some jewelry, but that was all. I walked so confidently into the mall, so sure of myself as I entered the dark, cramped Hot Topic, and was suddenly stopped dead in my tracks. The cashiers were usually cool; All with dyed hair, piercings and tattoos, alternative clothes, they looked like the target demographic of the store themselves. But then in the midst of it all, there was her. With short black hair, blood red lipstick, a red and black dress, and plenty of jewelry hanging from her neck, ears, and wrists. Her name tag read “Mikasa”, or at least, that’s what I could make of it through the crowd around the register. “Hi, welcome to Hot Topic, are you looking for anything in particular?” Her voice, clearly a ‘customer service’ type facade, rang out. “Oh, uh… No, I’m good, thanks!” I called back. Why was I being so shy? Sure, she was beautiful, but it would seem stalkerish if I admitted that after just seeing her one time.

As I walk around the interior of the store, a few Evanescence songs are broken up by Fall Out Boy, and I can’t help but hum along every few seconds, catching myself before I got too loud with it. In my peripheral vision, I notice Mikasa tapping some other coworker on the shoulder, nodding towards where I was standing, and leaving, as the other person takes over checking out the customers that were lined up by the register. Her black Mary Jane’s click against the black concrete flooring as she approaches me. “I love your outfit, it looks so good on you. Where’d you get it?” She smiles at me. Mentally, I’m all smiles, but I remind myself that it’s just customer service and marketing. “I uh… Kinda get a mish-mash from everywhere. Skirt’s from thrifting, top’s from Walmart, and most of my jewelry is from here.” I bite the inside of my cheek anxiously. She seems to take notice and looks over at one of the many racks holding a plethora of jewelry, “I think you’d like this one, it’s very… You.” She smiles again as she hands me a pair of earrings in the shape of black and red stars. I take it gratefully and am tempted to hold onto them purely because she handed them to me, but then I remember, again, it was just a marketing tactic to get me to buy more stuff.

“Thanks.” I mutter, half-expecting her to leave at that moment, but instead, she lingers. “So, are you going to a concert?” She points at the folded shirt hanging over my arm, and I hum through pursed lips, “Yeah, in about three weeks. Are you going too?” I find myself being pulled into a conversation, and for once, I actually don’t mind it. “Yeah, actually. See, I knew you were a fan too! You just have that kind of vibe.” Mikasa crosses her arms over her chest as she leans closer, inspecting the items I had in my hands. “We’re actually running a sale right now, if you grab one more piece of jewelry, you can get two more for free.” I hesitate, considering my finances. I could only afford what I had grabbed as it was, one more item, even if it was only a couple bucks, would send me over budget. “Oh, I… don’t think I can, actually. I’ve only got enough for what I have now.” I answer honestly. She seemed almost giddy at that response, “That’s totally okay! I could probably ring up what you have and put all your jewelry on a separate purchase so you can get a coupon that would cover everything.” It seemed almost sketchy to me, but who was I to refuse a deal, especially from her?

I picked out three other pieces of jewelry and headed off to the register, where she quickly rang up the band tee and a pair of tights I’d grabbed, before putting all the jewelry on a separate charge. As I type in my PIN on the pad, she notices my nails, which were painted black, and my fingers, adorned with pride rings. “Are you… y’know…?” She motions slightly, and it takes my brain a moment to process that a beautiful goth girl was asking me if I was into women. “Oh! Uh… yeah.” I admit bashfully. “That’s so cool, me too!” She points to the bisexual pride pin on her lanyard. A tense moment of silence passes between us and I’m unsure what to say next. “You can remove your card now.” She smiles calmly, and I laugh nervously, “Oops! Sorry about that, I… was thinking.” It’s like I can feel all the eyes in the store burning into my back, right between my shoulder blades. I take my card out of the pad and put it back in my wallet. She notices my reluctant movements and looks at me worriedly, “Are you alright? Is something wrong?” I freeze up in response, “Yes, sorry! I just… I really hope I’m not coming across as a creep. God, that was the wrong thing to say! It’s not that I-” She cuts me off, “You’re totally fine. I actually really like talking to you.” She blushes ever so slightly as she tucks her hair behind her ear.

I pause for a second before taking the receipt out of the bag and writing my number on the back, “Call me if you want. You don’t have to, I just figured… I hope this isn’t a one-time thing. Talking, I mean.” I slide the receipt back over the counter and scurry out of the store, fighting back a cheery giggle. I was usually never someone to make such childish noises, but I’d just successfully flirted with a girl, a massive milestone in my eyes. Three weeks later, at the stadium the concert was taking place at, I rushed to the concessions to grab a bite to eat before the show. “Oops, sorry.” I mutter as I bump into someone. “No, it was my fault, I totally wasn’t watching where I- oh, hey!” I gasp quietly as I realize I’d just bumped into Mikasa herself. “It’s so good to see you,” I laugh nervously, “Are you alright? I kinda shoulder-checked you there…” I offer a hand, helping her steady the food in her hands, “Oh, no need to worry about me! You see, my roommate, Eren, doesn't know his own strength, so I get a lot worse than a little bump pretty often.” She laughs it off passively

“You never called me, so I just assumed you weren’t interested. I hope I didn’t freak you out, that was a pretty bad move on my part.” I watched her expression for way too long before looking away. She gasps, “Oh, my, gosh! I am so sorry! I truly meant to call you but I lost the paper somewhere in my car! Here-” She rushes to set down her food and drink on one of the nearby standing tables as she grabs her phone from her pocket, handing it to me. I gladly punch in my number before handing the phone back to her. “No worries, like I said, I was worried I’d scared you off, being so forward. I really should’ve known better.” Mikasa appears to ignore the statement as she struggles to pick up her food again. “Here, let me help. Your hands look cold from carrying that, so… how about we eat together? I’ll carry the drinks if you carry the food.” She nods gratefully, the relief on her face immediately noticeable. I order my own food at the stand next to us and hand off my food to Mikasa as I carry both of our drinks. “Okay, looks like the tickets say… Oh my goodness, that’s so crazy! We’re right next to each other!” I smile, looking at the seating numbers on both of our phones.

Only a couple minutes after both of us finish eating, the concert begins. For the first half, it goes extremely smoothly, both of us cheering and singing along. As the second half begins, the band asks everyone to stand, and as both of us stand at the same time, I trip over my shoes and tumble forward, right over the steep, narrow foot room of the stadium seats. “Careful!” Mikasa gasps as she catches me, both arms looped around my waist, keeping my feet planted on the ground. “Holy shit.” I mumble in shock, before both of us just start laughing at each other’s reactions. With her help, I fully stand back up, joining the crowd in singing the song currently being played. As the last song begins, the person sitting next to me happens to bump into me with their elbow, and I stumble forward, right into Mikasa, both of us tangled in each other’s arms. “Oops. I’ll move now.” I start, but she stops me from moving, “No, wait… stay… here…” My eyes meet hers and without another moment of hesitation, our lips meet. I can hear my heartbeat pounding in my ears, drowning out the music. My eyes, wide with shock, eventually flutter shut as both of us melt into the kiss. Her tongue slides over my lip and I open my mouth a bit, allowing entry. Her tongue glides over mine, as well as the inside of my cheek, over my lips, and the roof of my mouth, before she pulls away, a string of saliva following her movements before both of us wipe our faces with our hands.

One second passes. Two. Then, another kiss, this one more of a peck on the lips, as the concert comes to a close. After the concert, I rush off in a separate direction than Mikasa, processing all of what just happened. Did this count as a date? What was even going on? Why didn’t she pull away? Why didn’t I pull away? Did anyone see us? All these questions raced in my mind, my head swirling as I flew down the many sets of stairs down to the main road and walked back to my car, sinking into the driver’s seat. Several moments of existential dread come to pass before I turn on the music and begin the drive home, all while still overthinking the night. Was this love? Why was my heart beating so fast? Did I do something wrong? Would she call me? When would I see her again? What would I even say when I did see her again? “Hey, sorry for making out with you at a concert that was technically a first date”? Was that creepy? Did I scare her? I pull into the driveway into my home and park the car, going inside and getting into pajamas before practically collapsing into my bed.

The following weekend, I showed up at the mall, back in Hot Topic. While I wasn’t specifically there for Mikasa, seeing her was definitely in the back of my mind as I walked through the entryway into the store. “Welcome to Hot Topic, how can I-” Mikasa pauses, noticing that it was me,  “-Help you…” She trails off quietly. She comes around from behind the register and stands about three feet from me, studying my posture. Neither of us dare utter a word, and finally, I’m the first to speak. “About the concert, I’m so, so sorry.” I begin, “Things got way out of hand, and I’m sure you never want to see or hear from me again, I just… wanted to apologize. I’ll leave now, and trust me, I won’t be in your hair anymore.” I swallow thickly, and just as I’m about to turn around to leave, her hand delicately wraps around my wrist, almost afraid of hurting me. “Please, stay.” I lifted my gaze to meet hers before she spoke again, “I really liked the whole night. And I should’ve called you between then and now, I was just… really freaked out, to say the least. Nothing like that has ever happened to me before, so I didn’t know how to react. But… you’re here now, so, I guess it was easier to say it in person than attempt to call.”

Her eyes drop to my outfit, taking in my clothing, my body, my posture. “I’ve been thinking about you. Us. I… want to make this official, as long as you do.” She bites her lip, and I watch as her white teeth sink into the redness of her lipstick. “I would love that, really.” I look down nervously, unnerved by her sharp line of sight. “Well then,” She starts, hand on my wrist moving up my arm until it rests on my neck, just above my collarbone, “What do you say we… Officiate this? The storage room in the back is empty and there’s so many boxes it’s practically soundproof.” Her grayish eyes lock onto my neck. “I… yeah. Okay.” I swallow, following her in a daze as she leads me to the back of the store and through a door that says “Employees Only”. The storage room is dim, lit by only a few can lights overhead. Mikasa guides me down onto a black leather chase in the corner of the room, long enough for me to fully lay on my back and still have at least a foot of space. “Let’s get this off, shall we?” Mikasa teases, fingers nimbly working at the hem of my shirt, tugging it up over my head. “Lace? How scandalous.” She comments as she unclips my bra from behind my back, her chest pressing against mine as she leans forward to slide her arms around my shoulders.

Once my shirt and bra are off, I whine softly, “That’s not fair, you’re still fully clothed!” She lets out a mocking ‘tsk’ before speaking, “I’ll undress once you cum. Let me rephrase, I won’t take anything off until I make you cum first.” A sharp gasp falls from my lips as I feel her hands travel up my skirt, teasing my inner thighs, before she lets out a dark laugh, “No underwear? It’s almost like you knew this was going to happen, didn't you? Naughty girl.” She clicks her tongue as she scolds softly, “That’s fine, that just means I don’t need to worry about pesky underwear getting in my way.” I can’t stop the moan that comes out as she sinks a finger knuckle deep into my cunt. “There it is. Let it all out. I know you can be loud, you were singing so loudly for them at the concert, won’t you sing like that for me?” As her middle finger pumps lazily into my dripping pussy, her index finger finds my clit and rubs relentless circles on the nub. “Don’t- ah- stop-” I whine, thighs already trembling from stimulation. “Oh trust me, I won’t.” She promises under her breath before adding her ring finger to my cunt. Her index finger rubs a little faster and before I even know what’s going on, a powerful orgasm overthrows my every nerve ending, rendering me boneless and limp as her onslaught of stimulation continues.

Mikasa moves her hand away and brings it to her mouth, lips wrapping around her fingers as her tongue swirls over them, tasting my essence. “Mmm, sweet. Like sugar.” She hums. She takes off her own shirt and bra, as well as her skirt, before tugging off my own. Her own hand slides down her bare abdomen until her fingers meet her wet pussy, “Watch. Don’t look away.” She orders, and I weakly lift my head to watch her movements as she sinks her fingers into her pussy, pumping them in and out with more fervor than she did to me. Quiet moans tumble off her lips as she nears her own orgasm. Her other hand comes over to palm against her clit, forcing her into an orgasm that has her clenching around her fingers, body locked in paralysis as tremors overtake her, and after a few seconds, her head falls forward, with a deep breath. “Have you ever scissored before?” She questions innocently, as if she was asking for the weather. “No.” I answer. “Well, you’re about to.”

A high, breathy whimper followed by an “ohhh, fuck!” comes out of me as she moves her legs between mine and glides her wet cunt over mine. “God, you’re so fucking wet, it’s pathetic.” She curses, setting a quick pace. I move my hips as much as I can to match her pace, but the new sensation has me spending more energy gripping the armrest of the chase rather than scissoring back. “Gonna cum already?” She laughs through moans and gasps, and finally, my clit catches hers. A loud moan rips through both of us in sync, our bodies, now slick with sweat, desperate to chase the high that one motion brought. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” She whines, reaching a hand up to play with her left nipple, her right moving to my own breasts, and I do the same in return. “Mikasa, I’m so close!” I whine, my tone bordering on pornographic. “Oh god, fuck, me too!” She cries. Tears of pleasure bubble up in her waterline and run down her cheeks, taking some of her black eyeliner with them. “You’re- so- pretty- ahh! Oh fuck! Fuck, fuck!” I toss my head back with a loud whimper, muscles seizing in a full-body tremble, cum oozing out of my pussy as I orgasm. Mikasa follows not long after, collapsing on top of me with equally as loud of a moan, my name on her tongue.

Both of us separate immediately as her manager opens the door. I dive behind a particularly large box for cover and Mikasa pulls her skirt and top on in record time. “Is everything okay? You sound hurt, did something happen?” Said manager questions, genuinely concerned. “Oh, yes! I’m totally fine! Just, uhm… uh… Taking my afternoon break! I was singing with my earbuds in, sorry!” She lies, praying the manager would take it at face value. She in fact does not, taking note of Mikasa’s ruffled clothing, “Your shirt’s on backwards and your skirt is inside out. What’s going on back here?’ She crosses her arms, looking at Mikasa with a skeptical eye. “I, well… Um, you see…” She tries to come up with another cover story. Her coworker, hearing the trouble, tosses a wallet off the wall past the boundaries of the store’s security sensors, alerting the manager of shoplifting. “Right, well I have to go. Get yourself straightened up and get back to work, we’re swamped with online orders.” She closes the door behind her and Mikasa waits a few seconds before signaling for me to come out. “You definitely owe that guy one.” I tease. Mikasa tosses my clothes at me in a bundle, “Oh, just shut up and get dressed!”

[sakucest]

𓏲 sister!mikasa ackerman x reader she's so loud when you finger her!

cw: incèst, rough fingering, fingers in mouth

You're sister is so dramatic everytime you go down on her, she gets all whiny and desperate, grinding in your fingers even before you're touching her.

"Mika!" you laugh, slapping her cunt over the panties. "Stop being needy, it's embarrassing."

"Nghhh, sis, you're killing me!" she answers with a whine, dropping her head back.

You finally get rid of her panties, finding how soaked and slippery she is. You blow air in her clit just to see her clench and gasp. "Sissss!" she moans, hands fisting the sheets.

You click your tongue, your fingers spreading her pussy lips and giving her a kiss right in the mound. "Will you be quiet for me, Mika?"

She nods fast with her breath ragged even though both of you know it's a lie. Mikasa always gets loud when you finger her good, she doesn't care that your parents are on the living room watching TV. She can't help it when her sissy fingers her so hard!

The first one always slips in soooo easily, she's already incredibly wet and it takes you nothing to find that good spot on her pussy.

"Mmm mmm, s-sis please! M-more, I wan' more," she gasps, arching her back into your hand, trying to move her hips as her moans keeps getting louder and louder.

You hum and add two more fingers without a warning, when you know she's going to drop her head back with a big moan, you use your other hand to stuff your fingers in her mouth too. "Be quiet!"

"Mmph sho-sho good!" She manages to say, taking your fingers in your mouth and licking them, drool dropping from her chin.

Now that's she's busy with your fingers, you take your opportunity to pump your three fingers in her pussy faster. You set a relentless rhythm, bullying your fingers into her pussy, the bed creaking under you two just for it.

"Aaaaah, sis!" Mikasa gasps from air from your fingers, enough to let out a loud whine before you put them back it.

"Keep sucking them, idiot," you tell her, making her gag with your digits.

Her pussy squelches every time, your fingers are wet and your wrist sore because of the the heavy movements. But definitely not as sore as her pussy, you know she's close, Mikasa always clenches like crazy when she's close.

"I'm gonna- ah!" She's practically screaming in your fingers now. "Gonna cum gonna cummmmm."

She clenches one last time, back arching and eyes rolling back when she finally comes all over your fingers and bed. You keep fingering her as rough as before but now slower, overstimulating her just enough she misses you when you pull out.

Your fingers are completely wet and shiny when you put them in your mouth to get all her release.

"You're too loud, Mikasa!" You shove her shoulder even though she fucked out in the bed. "I'm not fingering you again... ever!"

"Noooo, that's not fair, sis!"

more incest here

[shoyomegs]

needy

main m.list

gymrat!mikasa x shy!reader

synopsis : watching a movie with mikasa except.. a different type of showing is on

tags : mdni, lesbians, softdom!mikasa, humiliation kink, pet names, implied fem reader but enjoy as whatever, not proofread shh

( divs by @tsumiinum )

it was warm out, the heat making it’s way inside the old apartment you and mikasa shared.

you were watching a movie with her, not interesting enough to drag your attention away from her muscled thighs in her tight biker shorts though.

the urge to bite them and mark them up was starting to consume you, the sounds coming from the tv turning into background noise.

“you wanna come ride me or just gonna keep your eyes glued to my thigh?” mikasa’s voice cut in, snapping you out of your daze and making eye contact from across the couch.

“w-what?” you stuttered, startled out of your thoughts.

“you’re drooling hun, put it to use instead of being a creep.” she said so confidently, her head resting on her hand that was propped up on the arm of the couch. her words and relaxed form making your ears heat up and your heart beat in more places than just your chest.

you didn’t even have a response, just shock written on your face and feeling a flutter in your stomach.

“come on..” mikasa added, noticing your hesitance. and with that you scooted closer to her, still not close enough though so she took matters into her own hands.

she didn’t work on her thighs for months just for you to only stare, and she definitely didn't work on her arms just to not use them to bend you the way she wanted.

mikasa turned to you, lifting you by your hips and making you straddle her sturdy thigh. your hands came to tangle themselves behind her neck in order to catch your balance only to feel her hands tense around your hips again.

feeling the heat emitting from your cunt onto her thigh was only more sign of your desire for her.

"why are you acting so shy all of a sudden? you had no shame when you were burning holes into my thighs" mikasa teased, the slight humiliation only turning you on more.

"do you not want to? just say the word and we can act like this never ha—" she added.

"i do, i just—, i need your help mika" you interrupted her, not wanting to reject something you've basically been fantasizing about.

"that's all you had to say princess" she said, punctuating her sentence with a kiss on your cheek before dragging you in closer by your hips, slipping her fingers through the loops of your shorts in order to get a better grip.

the moan that slipped out of your mouth at the action came out involuntarily, prompting you to cover your mouth with one of your hands, embarrassed at the noise you didn't think you've ever heard coming out of yourself before.

"nu-uh baby, wanna hear you, come on" mikasa said while pulling your hand away, twisting it behind your back forcing your body to tense slightly against her, all while continuing to rock you back and forth on her. only pausing to move your hips in a circular rotation, the friction mind numbing.

the showing of mikasa's strength only made your mouth water more, how easily she could snap you in half if she wanted to.

"need more mika" you breathily whispered, almost as if you were hiding yourself from her.

she didn't tease you about it this time though, only happy that you were vocalizing what you wanted.

"yeah? my needy girl, can you handle it?" she purred in your ear and in your flustered state you could only nod.

and with that, she released your arm and with the same muscled hand she was holding it back with she scrunched up the fabric of your shorts and panties from behind, pulling it tight against your clit.

the friction of it all was dizzying you, your mind going hazy at just the thought of your filthy thoughts coming to life.

with your now free arm, you pulled yourself even closer to her, rubbing your aching clit faster and more aggressively against her with mikasa's hand on your hip and grip on your panties guiding you.

you pulled back slightly just a bit to get a look at her face, softly straining and focused on getting you off, brows furrowed and teeth lightly nibbling on her bottom lip. you wanted to bite it.

you didn't let that thought win though, choosing to lean in to kiss her instead, the kiss quickly growing more heated, turning your head to deepen it more. you didn't usually take initiative, even when kissing her but when you did it made mikasa's heart skip, surprising her but not letting it show.

you didn't realize how close you were until she flexed her thigh and a soft whimper left your lips, your underwear slick with your arousal and beginning to leak through into your shorts.

mikasa being so eager to pleasure you, she didn't let up on her movements, breaking the kiss to help you hump against her more firmly, precisely hitting your clit with every rut of your hips.

"'kasa" and with one last flex of her thigh and harsh drag against it, you were falling apart for her. breathing heavily against her neck with mikasa leaving kisses on the side of your head. slowing down her movements but not stopping until you rode out your high.

"did so good for me, princess" mikasa said, releasing her fist from behind you and instead holding you close to her.

"so good.."

🪽 @shoyomegs

[shurisbathwater]

PersonalTrainer!Mikasa Rewards you after a day of hard work !

Mikasa had worked you to the bone , having little to no breaks between reps, giving you no time to even formulate a thought or catch your breath. Her somewhat harsh words of encouragement pushed you all the way to this sessions finish line, leaving your limbs aching and your head pounding.

You were ready to go home. That is until she kindly suggested that you both chill out at the sauna after you sheepishly mentioned that you had never been inside the place previously. "I can't have you missing out on the full gym experience," she chuckled lightly, turning her head to take a look at the timid expression on your face while she quickly wiped down the equipment you had been using. She slightly bent down to clean the weight bench further, and you almost drooled at the sight of her toned back accompanied with her spine tattoo that you wished to see the start of but was covered by her sports bra. You let out a shaky breath as you imagined the sight of her bare back, almost salivating at the mere concept of being in a hot room with her, alone. "You coming?" She asked you again, turning around to face you fully now, a small, innocent smile on her face. She had a certain glimmer in her eyes that you couldn't quite pinpoint the true intentions of, but you knew that the butterflies in your stomach were receptive to whatever was on her mind. "Sure," You nodded eagerly, like a student in class eager to learn. "I'll come."

This is definitely not how you thought your evening would play out. You imagined another sad routine of showering, thinking about how you wanted Mikasa to train you in more ways than one, bed rot, oh and your personal trainer eating you out until you couldn't even speak. Well, it looked like wishes really do come true for you. You gripped onto the wooden ledge beneath you, until your fingers felt numb as you bit your lips to conceal the sinful noises. She made you sinful and you found almost found some sick pride in it. Someone, anyone could walk by at any moment and hear the mess she makes of you, the wreck you try to hide with your soft spoken and polite nature, but beneath it all it twisted your gut in a way you couldn't explain. Your personal trainer devoured you whole, her bare knees against the wooden floor as she had a firm grip on your knee, softly spreading your legs as she salvaged in the savoury taste of your clit after your workout. "You did so good today," Her warm breath murmured against you, almost making you jolt but the grip on your knee stayed put. "I'm so proud of you." she chuckled softly, diving in once again to give you that feeling in your gut again. You let out a small whimper, gripping onto your chest as you feel the towel slowly slipping off your body as the heat intensified further, feeling a fuzzy feeling all throughout your body. "Stop that." Mikasa commanded quickly, slapping your hand away to let the piece of fabric fall. "I wanna see you." "I thought I was doing something nice for you," She taunted, her dark eyes looking down at you with a pout. "Y-you are!" You reiterated quickly, shaking your head as you let the towel fall, revealing your damp moist body, the heat jolting through your veins. "'m sorry, just--"

She quickly continued her working where you needed her most, eating you like a woman starved for centuries. Her tongue licked a long stripe down your aching slit so perfectly as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, letting out more lewd sounds that were simply just not in your control anymore. Her own towel had been discarded across the small space a long time ago, she could care less once she got her hands on you. Her bare back was right in your vision and you honed in on the beads of sweat tracing the lotus flower tattoo on her spine, almost wanting to let out another moan at the sight in itself. Your hand reaches out to grip on her short jet black locks, tangling the stands in your fingers and it almost eggs her on to explore you deeper than before, prying your legs open even further. "Keep this good work up," She slowly adds, spitting on your pussy once more. "You'll get rewarded like this everyday."

I literally looked like that one pic of quen blackwell while coming up w the concept for this LMAOOO I also wrote this while being half asleep so ignore any errors and the length of this anyways happy pride xxxx 👩🏾‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏾

[thememedaddy]

[nando161mando]

[jacketslutjayse]

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How The Rise of Androgyny Changed Our Passports

The rise of androgyny and unisex fashion in the 1970s was apparently responsible for the introduction of a sex marker in passports.

[milf--adjacent]

Oh wow so me saying "no government documentation should ever include a gender marker for any reason" has been right all along. For exactly the reason I stated when people were giving me shit for not supporting x markers on documents.

[tsunderebot]

How The Rise of Androgyny Changed Our Passports

Non-paywalled version

[hockeyandswords]

Why am I not surprised that people not presenting as clearly "male" or "female" made the US government freak the fuck out and add gender markers to passports?

[dust-b0wll]

𓈒 ۫ 𓎢𓎡 ㅤ SHE’S GOT RINGS COVERED IN GOLD ₊ ꒱

synopsis # mikasa, who’s never felt the touch of another woman. as the first attainable option, you come out and give her a hand. warnings # smut [ MDNI! ] , fem!reader , g!p mikasa , virgin!mikasa , sub!mikasa , soft!dom!reader , mention of porn sites , handjob , mommy kink , unfinished because i’m lazy.

mikasa never understood the appeal of… handjobs, yeah. it surely isn’t one thing you can go ask around, and her searches haven’t been the breath of fresh air she hoped it would be.

every video she’s found on the internet was the same: the girl, bent in total submission for a fucking man. where was the flavor, the passion of it?

she also knew that you can’t count on “passion” when it comes to porn, but the point was that the concept of a handjob grossed her out. not that she would know anyway, for the simple fact that she was a virgin.

i mean, she’s given her benefits to other women, but she never experienced the action on herself. to translate in poor words: no one has ever jerked her off.

not until you showed up within her life; at first, you were so eager to show her what “pleasure” really means. turns out, she’s perfectly fine with it!

this time, after a night full of cuddles, mikasa betrayed herself and woke up painfully hard. and the worst part, she’s right there by your side! her cock strains against the fabric of her boxers, with a very evident stain of pre cum coating around it.

she tries to hide it under the thick covers, but as soon as your eye catches it, it’s over. with a few soothing words and soft brushes against her skin, she’s done for and ready to feel your touch.

your hand slips underneath, palming her cock through the cloth, above the leaking tip.

you feel her literally pulsing, it twitches in your hand and how not to mention her expression; her cheeks are flushed in a pink-ish color and curled in a pout. her eyes lock on your hand, noticing every move of yours and trying not to cum too fast.

“mfgh- fuck!!!” she pouts, bliss surrounds the room as it gets filled with her filthy moans. your hand doesn’t stop from jerking her, feeling the tip increasing its flush and spurting beads of pre every time your fisted digits come in touch with it.

“oh mika…” you whisper dangerously close to her ear. “you’ve got such a pretty cock, don’t you?” your hand fastens its pace as her head violently throws back from the pleasure, loudly moaning now.

“f-feels good…” her whole writhes as your mouth lowers to her neck, softly biting at the flesh.

“such a good girl f’me” you murmur, glancing your eyes at her ruined expression.

“o-ohh, fuck… m-mommy”

at that pet name, your movements slow down as your eyes open in amazement. mikasa feels herself on the edge of crying if you don’t keep moving like you did. “n-no… please… don’t stop mommy…”

as soon as it kicks again, you do understand how much you love it.

“i’ll be so good for you just… please don’t stop!”

fuck. how can you say no to that pretty voice of hers?

[c4sings6]

hii i have a mikasa smut req 🤗

okay so gamer mikasa and you end up riding her in one of those reclining gaming chairs. strap or g!p it rlly doesn’t matter

riding gamer!mikasa after she's had to hang off the call in which she was with her friends during a walkthrough. but even before that, teasing mikasa through her sweatpants while still in call!!! palming her cock through them, flattening your hand and cupping her length, which has her leaning her head back a bit from the contact and, to top it off, someone’s talking in the background; probably armin asking her if she’s zoned out or sasha wondering for tips to end the map they’re playing.

thinking of….mikasa who has dumped your plans before ending up in this predicament. you showed up at her house without a warning, just in search for some fun when mikasa hit you by saying: “sorry babe, have to finish this.” was that stupid game more important than you?? ohh if she knew what she was in for….she would’ve done it nonetheless, given how much she secretly loves when you go crazy.

mikasa who has to mute her mic every once in a while to not betray herself and lose the whole of her dignity; she strangles her moans between gritted teeth while her friends keep on talking, but any time she turns down the volume, it is heaven for you to hear. “mfgh— babe…” she moans as your hand rubs up and down on her crotch, her thighs start to tremble to the point that she has to hang up. she makes up some fucked-up white lie and just goes along with it, praying for her friends to believe.

pulling down gp!mikasa’s pants and trousers, finally revealing the aching erection that’s been hiding through the pain. and in the meantime, her position doesn’t shift from being seated on the gaming chair, legs spread just for you. her cock leaking in soo much pre cum before you actually do anything (mikasa with a sensitive dick…..hear. me. out!!!), pupils blown from the vision of you lifted on your knees in front of her.

i know you’re talking of riding her specifically, but i’d like to take a moment to think about sucking gp!mikasa off to get her dick lubricated and ready for you to take <33. her small gasps are the only thing she manages to utter as her thoughts revolve around one thing: you look so fucking good on your knees like that. even if you weren’t doing anything to her body, she’d cum untouched from the mere sight of your lascivious eyes looking up at her with bliss, enthusiastic as you deep-throat her cock further. a hand shakily comes to interlock within your hair, gripping it with fervor while the only thing she conceives to mutter is your name. “a-ahh…..fuckfuck— baby, oh god.” pulling it out of your velvety walls with a wet pop, your jaw flexes as your tongue sticks out to tease the drooly tip, flushed red from the sheer of time you’re requesting to ‘get her ready’.

mikasa who begs you to fuck her. now, this will go for both ways; either if it’s gp!mikasa or mikasa with a strap, she’s just pathetic like that!!!! though, now that i’ve spoken about gp!mikasa, i’d like to delve deeper into mikasa with strap…..because it’s fucking hot to see her going crazy even if she can’t physically feel it!

and hell, if she could feel it she’d be in one hell of a ride. as soon as the tip of the strap surpasses your hole, she’s done for. as if she could sense the walls of your cunt, mikasa outright moans when you fully sink down onto the toy. “so beautiful…” she mutters under her breath, delighted at the sight of your body enchanting her iris for all its value — breathtaking. your hips thrust forward, meeting her crotch in slow, circles strokes as your neglected clit throbs. poor baby, you’ve been holding onto yourself for so long, only focusing on making mikasa pay for her debts to forget about your own wellbeing :(. she can’t be wasting the occasion to make you see stars; for that, her thumb approaches your clit and puts a visceral pressure on it, making you twitch in her lap. the only sounds mikasa’s brain perceives are those little uh uh uh’s your mouth manages to rasp. to your surprise — and utter liking, mikasa’s clit bumps towards the base of the harness with each thrust, and oh is this pleasant. “my pretty babe….so fucking cute when you do that— mmh!!” god, she gets so fucking damp from the sight only, her own clit pulsing as your pussy viciously swallows the strap for it’s length. palms encouraging you to grind more, she delivers soft slaps to the flesh of your ass cheeks as you start bouncing.

this but gp!mikasa!!! it’d be almost the same if it wasn’t for the amplified pleasure mikasa manages to feel because this time, instead of having the so called ‘phantom pain’, your cunt truly wraps around her!! plus, it’s the way that mikasa can cum in you that really makes her whine like a bitch in heat. mikasa who whimpers in your ear stuff, such as: “mmh….f-feels good….” mikasa who sucks on your tits as her spit dribbles everywhere….mikasa who forgets the whole of her video game and once again, promises herself to never deny this anymore. mikasa who’s suddenly all over you and you love it!!

🏷️ tags . . . @bewitched-pearl @diouna @mimipeeeeepee @pancakes21 @bbatzvil @mariistic @mojo-is-rising @420slvtt @thebaddestbitcheva @thatredheadloserlesbian @livcdc @akiautumnn @jazfartz2 @cherrybomb61 ➥ if you wanna join comment on this post !!

© C4SINGS6 | 2026 𓂃 main library 🖊️

[artchaik]

Your work is absolutely wonderful and I wanted to ask if I may request something as well. Would you write Mikasa taking care of her s/o who is used to always doing everything themselves and whose first thought never is to rely on other people? Thank you so much if you do end up writing it! ♡

Mikasa Takes Care Of You Even If You're Independent

Pairing/s: Mikasa Ackerman x Reader

Summary: Mikasa taking care of her s/o, who is used to being independent and relies on no one.

A/n: Okay so this is my first mikasa x reader. Let me know what you think! Hope you don’t mind that I did this as a head canon, it’s just that you didn’t specify how you wanted it written and also I kinda wanted to try it out hehe. Thanks for requesting! It was fun to write! <3

Word count: 0.5k

When you and Mikasa confess your feelings to each other and decide to make it official, nothing is really going to change (maybe a little kiss now and then, but nothing major).

At first, at least.

Day by day, you will notice Mikasa trying to do something for you, anything that can lessen a burden from your everyday life. It can be by simply taking heavy objects from your hands and carrying them herself, taking care of minor injuries created by training, even going out of her way to straighten your clothes that have been wrinkled from the freaking breeze.

To say you are confused is an understatement. 

You have always taken care of your own self. Your mum has taught you to look out for yourself and your father has specially ordered you not to trust anyone. No exceptions, no nothing. You shouldn't rely on anyone.

Nevertheless here you are, your relationship with Mikasa completely opposing what your parents have taught you from a very young age. So you confront her about it.

"Why? I can take perfect care of myself! I mean, I always have and always will."

She only shakes her head and sighs, as if exhausted by hearing you talk. "Of course I know that. You aren't Eren."

Your permanent gaze is causing her to softly smile at you and place her palms on your arms, grasping them gently, "I'm just doing it out of love." You blink at her, your mouth agape as you stare at her. "Y-You don't have to, you know. I already know you love me, you don't have to show it to me." 

Mikasa comes closer and cups your face, bringing it close to her so she can peck your lips. "I want to. Lovers are meant to help each other out. That's what they do." A sigh escapes you.

You still don't understand why she is trying to make life easier for you, but she makes sure to tell you that in order for a relationship to work, the two of you have to trust each other and let one another help out, even when it comes to the smallest of things.

It is going to take you some time to come to terms with this, as you never let anyone come too close. Mikasa however, has made herself the exception, breaking down the walls that you built around yourself (with her man-strength), in order to protect your heart.

She is the only one you will let help you out, as you have come to love and trust in the decisions she makes.

[c4sings6]

more mikasa fucking us with a strap please i beg 😩🙏🙏🙏

⌗ 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 ﹕ ∿ 🪽 𝓂𝒾𝓀𝒶𝓈𝒶 𝒶𝒸𝓀𝑒𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓃

‧₊˚﹙♥︎﹚mikasa’s strap hcs !! <33 ‧₊˚. cw ! afab!reader. implied gym rat!mikasa. strap on usage. p in v. fingering. blowjob ⤿ fauxjob. ejaculating strap. brief breeding kink.

◌ ⃘ 𓈒 well , enjoy!

more of mikasa with the strap you say? i’ve written some hcs about mikasa’s strap right here, but my writing-skills back then really weren’t up to scratch… plus, some more wouldn’t hurt anyone!!

mikasa who barely knew what a strap was the first time she’s heard about it. her past relationships have been with men only, and even those men were far reduced to a masculine trope to even consider a ‘strap’ introduced within their sex lives. once she starts dating women, she goes through her searching and finds out what it actually is. at first she was shy to even pass by sexy shops, but those pictures she found on the internet were alluring;

she imagines you, laid on the bed with a few strands of hair disheveled on the pillow. you look too gorgeous to not be used, and judging from the glistening mess you attempt to hide between your thighs, you want the same thing. useless to say, she’s watched porn. she knows that you shouldn’t take advices from porn when you’re engaging in those activities in real life, but those girls looked so pretty and fucked out with those fake cocks buried into their cunts, and now she needs to do the same to you. she’d beg to see your cock-drunk expression as the strap pumps into you at a break-a-neck pace. slowly, she’d tease the tip to your entrance. surely she couldn’t actually feel how tight you are, but she could see it. if she had a real cock, she’d probably cum from this initiative.

mikasa who, without the required acknowledgment, would ask for a plain black strap with a black, average-sized dildo. she’s clueless about straps in general: how would she know that there are multiple designs, color and shape speaking? so she basically opts for the ‘standard’ which is absolutely great at the beginning!

mikasa who wouldn’t bring it up immediately. at first she’d keep it hidden in her drawer, in fear of showing it to you. maybe maybe after a good week she’d try it on in front of a mirror, alone in the quietness of her bedroom. all she can admit is: she feels powerful in a way that she can’t describe. of course, she knows that ‘power’ doesn’t have the need to be established by having a dick, but the sight of the silicone toy attached to her hips, it gets her so thrilled! (thinking of mikasa who cups the length of it out of curiosity, maybe as to compare how it’d be held in your hand — smaller in comparison).

mikasa who brings it up only when you mention the idea: you’ve obviously imagined how it would be to get fucked by your girlfriend with a strap; and when you share this confession with her, mikasa’s eyes widen up in shock and excitement simultaneously. as soon as you assure how much you want it to happen, she admits to it; fucking finally for her.

mikasa who fixates on your expression when you see it for the first time?? mikasa who finds out (thanks to you) that her strap’s girth might be a little too much for you to handle??? honestly she just searched for what seemed appealing to her, hence why she didn’t really worry about the ‘girth’. but the puzzle’s pieces come together when she hears from your ‘complaints’ (honestly, you’d love to have mikasa stretching you out with her strap but she’s a novice at that! though, you can always teach her… who knows).

mikasa who’s so shy when she shows up with her strap <33. her cheeks are flushed red at the sight of your naked body, splattered on the bed just for her. she looks extremely cute with the harness on, you can’t help but soak into the view — and get wetter within the span of a few seconds.

mikasa who gently swats your thighs apart, revealing the throbbing in between your legs. she looks so focused, as if the first unpredicted move could break you up in a million pieces. she treats you as if you were made of porcelain, and because of this ‘indefinite’ deal — girth speaking — she’s afraid of hurting you.

she leaves a soft kiss on one of your knees, painfully slow for her usual pace. she’s never been this nervous but you understand, you’s probably be the same as her if you were in her situation. her cock is vaguely thick, and you can’t help but staring at it constantly. she notices your gaze, she does know that you’re curious about how she’d feel inside of you. and she couldn’t be happier to show you. all of sudden, she grabs the base of the strap and aligns it with your entrance. you’re soaked, tremendously and to the point of not even needing lube — from this mikasa can tell that you’re enjoying this as much as she is. when the tip finally comes in touch with your cunt, you gasp out her name — god. you sounded so fucking pretty, she believes and states in her head. she wants you to do that again, but louder now. easily she slips more of the length inside, you feel your walls wrapping around the shaft already. you knew at first that her sizes weren’t to underestimate, but holy shit — she’s big. she could swear that she did not think about it when she bought it! at the action, your eyes shut tightly and your mouth opens up to rasp out her name again; finally louder this time, “mikasa!”. she can feel herself getting wet from this, and the way your body starts to shiver is the cherry on top. suddenly, she remembers the thing she was careful of firstly. “does this feel good?” she asks with a shaky tone.

mikasa who kind of develops a size kink overtime…. but it’s too soon to say that.

mikasa who searches for guidance from you. she wants to do what feels right for you, to make you feel good <3. she’ll ask more than once what she’s supposed to do, “want me to go slower/harder?” “can i move like this?” “tell me if this is okay”.

mikasa who pants as if she was the one getting fucked. just hearing your moans grow in volume makes her so proud, more so when you’re completely down at her mercy! yet, paradoxically, she gets so worried about hurting you. if she sees you letting out a sudden, louder moan than the one before, she’ll absolutely ask “oh my god! are you okay? want me to go slower?”.

mikasa whose stamina’s totally unmatched! all that training at her local gym really pays off, especially in the bedroom. her hips move incredibly good for an amateur like her, she might be a natural. also on that note: mikasa who, once she gains more confidence, will put you up in different positions!! using her strong, slender hands to manhandle you, aughhh.

mikasa, whose favorite position grows to be doggy. you’ve tried it all by now: any angle, any surface… yet, once you suggested to take her from behind, and placed yourself onto her strap, oh she was done for.

you’re kneeled in front of her, helping to put the harness on. you take the length into your hand, aligning it with the entrance of your mouth. mikasa outright moans at the sight, gripping at your hair softly as a reflex. “o-oh shit…”. suddenly, an idea crawls up to the back of your mind. before you know it, you push mikasa onto the sheets and have her laying & waiting for you to get back on her. “please baby, don’t leave me hanging!” she thinks of begging until she sees you getting on top of her, but you’re not facing her this time: no, you put your back on full-display and your ass on top of her strap. you sink onto it slowly, giving her time to fully realize what you’re doing. she groans at the contact, as if she had a real cock. she wants — needs to feel it more, even if the odds of that are low. not to your knowledge, mikasa takes your hips into her hold and places herself onto her knees, having you on all fours. you’re dripping tremendously, and this power take surely isn’t helping to stay still. she starts moving, pumping the shaft in & out of you relentlessly. soon, a hand comes to your hair to put it into a make-shift ponytail. (on that note: mikasa who loves to pull on your hair!!!!). “that’s it… fucking take it…” she mutters between gritted teeth, growing needier at the sight of your pussy swallowing her whole.

mikasa who’s lowkey intrigued by buying an ejaculating strap…. she’s seen it from a website once and now, she’s so eager to see her ‘cum’ filling you up!!! mikasa who buys it with you… mikasa who heartily hears for your opinion on which one she should get… mikasa who comes to use it more than the ‘regular’ one…. mikasa with a breeding kink…. mikasa save me….

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[suffrejette]

I'm slowly forgetting your face.

[tzhyabi]

Teen Levi and Baby Mikasa (Modern Au)

[teaandtweed]

Can I request some Mikasa Ackerman x female pregnant reader? The plot is up to you but make it angst with fluff ending

Hi. I hope you like this; it's my first time writing a story with a pregnant character.

Under the Shadow of Wings of Freedom: Two Heartbeats

Mikasa Ackerman (Aot) x female reader

Word Count: 2105

Paradis Island rarely knew peace, but this night seemed the very embodiment of chaos. Outside the thick wooden walls of the secluded house, hidden deep within the forests near the southern districts, a violent storm raged. The wind howled like a wounded beast, hurling heavy raindrops against the windowpanes with such force it seemed intent on shattering them. Peals of thunder shook the earth, rattling the floorboards and the dishes in the old oak sideboard.

You sat in a rocking chair by the stoked fireplace, wrapped tightly in a wool blanket. The fire cast jagged, dancing shadows across your face, highlighting your pale skin and the dark circles beneath your eyes in the gloom. Your hands rested reflexively, with a trembling and desperate tenderness, upon your large, heavy stomach. Eight months. Time crawled agonizingly slow, like thick resin, and each day brought new trials for your exhausted body.

Another crack of thunder tore through the night silence, and in response, a sharp, almost painful movement occurred within you. The baby kicked so suddenly that you let out a small, involuntary gasp, rubbing your belly in circular motions to soothe the invisible but palpable life inside.

"Quiet, little one, quiet..." you whispered, your voice shaking. "Mama’s here. Everything is okay."

But everything was far from okay. Despair coiled in your chest like a venomous snake. Mikasa should have been back before sunset. Mikasa Ackerman—humanity’s strongest soldier, the girl whose name struck terror into enemies and offered hope to friends. She had gone to patrol the perimeter to ensure no Jaegerist faction or stray Marleyan spy approached your sanctuary. She promised to be careful. She promised to return on time.

But the clock hands on the mantelpiece relentlessly ticked past midnight. With every tick, anxiety grew, filling the entire room. You knew what Mikasa was capable of. You knew of her inhuman strength, her speed, and her Ackerman instincts. But you also knew the world was cruel. In it, heroes perished as easily as cowards.

Suddenly, through the roar of the rain and the wailing wind, a new sound broke through. Foreign. Sharp. The sound of breaking branches and heavy footsteps on the porch.

Your breath hitched. You instinctively pressed into the back of the chair, clutching your stomach with both hands as if trying to shield it, to hide it from the encroaching threat. Your gaze darted to the loaded rifle standing in the corner, but you realized—with your heavy belly and the aching pain in your lower back, you wouldn't reach it in time.

The doorknob jerked. Once. Twice. A dull thud followed, making the hinges groan piteously. Your heart hammered in your throat, deafening you with its frantic rhythm. You squeezed your eyes shut, bracing for the worst.

The door burst open, letting in the icy wind, spray of rain, and the scent of wet earth mixed with the metallic tang of blood.

There she stood.

Her dark hair was matted with water and mud, clinging to her pale face. Her Scout Regiment uniform was soaked through and darkened; the straps of her Omni-Directional Mobility gear were torn in several places, and the blades were missing from her sheaths. But most terrifying of all—her right sleeve was saturated with fresh, crimson blood that mingled with the rain and dripped onto the clean wooden floor.

"Mikasa!" The cry tore from your lips before you could even think.

Forgetting the weight, the pain, and the fear, you tried to lunge up from the chair. It was a mistake. Your body, burdened by late-term pregnancy, didn't obey the sudden impulse, and you swayed, losing your balance.

In that same second, Mikasa’s eyes, previously dull and unfocused, flared with a familiar, predatory glint. She blurred across the room with inhuman speed. She covered the distance from the door to the fireplace in a fraction of a moment, catching you by the shoulders just before you could fall.

Her hands, cold as ice, were shaking. She drew air in with a heavy, whistling sound, like a cornered animal.

"I’ve got... I’ve got you," her voice was raspy, broken, barely recognizable.

She gently lowered you back into the chair, immediately dropping to her knees before you. Her gray eyes, usually calm and inscrutable, were now wide and filled with a primal, soul-chilling terror. She began to frantically check you over, her cold fingers, stained with blood and dirt, racing over your face and shoulders before coming to a rest on your stomach.

"Are you hurt? Was someone here? Did someone come?!" The words burst out of her like gunfire. She looked around so sharply it seemed the shadows in the corners might turn into enemies at any second.

"No, no, everything is fine, I’m alone, it’s been quiet!" You hurried to cover her trembling hands with yours, trying to give her even a spark of warmth. "Mikasa, you're hurt. Your arm... God, so much blood..."

You reached for her shoulder, but she jerked her arm away almost aggressively, wincing in pain but refusing to let you touch the wound.

"It’s a scratch. A Jaegerist ambush in the woods. There were seven of them," she said as casually as if speaking of a broken twig, but her eyes betrayed the storm raging within. "I couldn't... the ODM gear jammed in the rain. I had to distract them, lead them away from the house. That’s why I’m late. Forgive me. Forgive me."

Suddenly, the iron composure of the Ackerman, the wall she had built over years, cracked. Mikasa dropped her head onto your lap, right against your heavy stomach. Her shoulders shook with silent sobs. Humanity’s strongest warrior, the girl capable of wiping out a squad of soldiers single-handedly, was now weeping against you like a lost child.

"I was so scared," she whispered, her hot tears soaking the fabric of your dress. "When I realized they were heading this way... I thought I wouldn't make it. I thought I would lose you both. I can’t lose family again. I simply won't survive it. If anything happens to you or the baby, I... I’ll die with you."

Her despair was so palpable it took your breath away. You buried your fingers in her damp, cold hair, gently massaging her scalp, soothing her, cradling her as she had cradled you in your moments of fear.

"We’re here. We’re alive. We are safe because of you," you said firmly, leaning down to kiss the crown of her head. "You came back. That’s all that matters."

Your fragile, tear-filled union was interrupted suddenly.

A sharp, tightening pain pierced your abdomen, making your muscles turn to stone. The pain was so intense and unexpected that you couldn't suppress a stifled cry. Your fingers dug frantically into Mikasa’s shoulders.

Mikasa’s head snapped up instantly. Her tear-streaked eyes widened to their limit, her pupils constricting. All her weakness vanished in a second, replaced by pure, concentrated panic.

"What?! What happened?!" She leaped to her feet, her hands flailing in the air, not knowing what to grab or how to help. Weapons and physical strength were utterly useless here. She couldn't draw blades against this pain.

"It hurts... my stomach is pulling... so hard," you rasped, feeling cold sweat break out on your forehead. The pain came in a wave, seizing your lower back and abdomen.

"Is it starting? Now? But it’s too early! It’s too early!" Mikasa turned so pale she looked like a ghost in the dim firelight. Her breathing became ragged. She dashed to the table, grabbed a clean towel, then dropped it, grabbed a basin, then turned back to you with an expression as if she were facing the Colossal Titan. "Should I run for the doctor? It’s a two-hour journey through the storm to the city. I’ll carry you! I’ll pick you up and we’ll get there, I swear!"

She was truly ready to scoop you up and run through the downpour and mud. Her resolve was terrifying and magnificent all at once.

"Wait! Wait, Mikasa!" You tried to breathe as the midwives had taught you. Deep breath. Slow exhale. The pain reached its peak and began to slowly, reluctantly recede. The muscles relaxed.

You leaned back in the chair, breathing heavily. "It’s fading... I think it’s fading."

Mikasa froze in the middle of the room, still clutching the wooden basin. Her chest heaved. "What was that?"

"Braxton Hicks," you smiled weakly, wiping the perspiration from your brow. "The baby is just practicing. Scared us both. The doctor said this happens at this stage. The stress just made them stronger."

Upon hearing this, Mikasa dropped the basin. The wood clattered as it rolled across the floor. The girl walked slowly toward you, her legs shaking. She sank to her knees before the chair, resting her head on the armrest.

"I’m going to kill someone. Honestly. My heart can’t take this," she muttered with complete seriousness, making you let out a quiet, nervous laugh.

"You need to change out of those wet clothes and bandage your arm, my protector," you gently stroked her cheek, wiping away the blood and dirt. "Otherwise, you'll be sick before I even give birth."

Half an hour later, the chaos had subsided. Mikasa—washed, in a clean, dry shirt and loose trousers, with her shoulder tightly bandaged—sat on the rug right at your feet. The storm outside began to dwindle. The wind no longer howled, but merely rustled dully in the treetops; the rain turned into a steady, calming whisper.

The room smelled of burning wood, the herbal tea Mikasa had brewed, and warmth.

Mikasa sat quietly, her back leaning against your knees. Her left, healthy hand rested on your stomach. She sat so still she seemed like a statue, only her eyes, reflecting the glints of the flames, watched the fire intently.

Suddenly, there was a soft kick beneath her palm. The baby had woken up again, but this time the movements were calm, as if acknowledging the presence of the other parent.

Mikasa flinched. A timid, incredibly tender smile appeared on her lips. This smile was so rare that every time you saw it, your heart skipped a beat. It belonged only to you. Not to the cruel world beyond the walls, not to the war, but only to this small room.

"She recognizes you," you said softly, covering her hand with yours.

"She," Mikasa corrected with a soft certainty. "I feel it will be a girl. Just as beautiful and stubborn as you."

She slowly turned her head and looked at you. In her gaze, there was no longer any fear, panic, or despair. Only a deep, boundless devotion and a love stronger than any vow.

Mikasa reached for the collar of her shirt. Her fingers touched the old, frayed red scarf she never took off. A symbol of her past. A symbol of her bond with Eren, her first salvation. She had worn it for years like armor protecting her heart from the cold of this world.

Slowly, almost solemnly, she unwound the scarf from her neck. Your eyes widened in surprise, watching her actions. Mikasa never parted with it.

She rose to her knees, leaned forward, and carefully, tenderly wrapped the red scarf around your large stomach, tying a soft knot. The wool fabric, which held her warmth, settled comfortably against you.

"Mikasa..." your voice cracked with tears. "What are you doing?"

She looked up at you. There were tears in her eyes, but they were tears of cleansing and hope.

"This scarf... it always meant home to me. It kept me warm when the world around me was collapsing. It reminded me that even in the deepest hell, there is beauty and something worth living for," her voice was quiet but steady. "But now... my home is you. My warmth is you. I want this thread to protect her. So that our child knows from the very beginning that she wasn't born for war, but for love."

She pressed her ear to your belly, right against the red knot of the scarf, closed her eyes, and froze, listening.

"I hear it..." she whispered, and a lone tear rolled down her cheek. "I hear her little heart beating. It’s beating so fast..."

You leaned forward, hugging Mikasa by the shoulders, burying your face in her hair that smelled of soap and rain.

"That’s because she feels yours," you replied.

Through the cracks in the heavy curtains, the first tentative ray of the morning sun broke through. The storm was over. There was still much uncertainty ahead; the world beyond their forest was still full of danger, enemies, and old wounds. But at this very moment, under the shadow of invisible wings of freedom, in the silence of the waking forest, only they existed. Two women who had survived the end of the world, and a new life, tenderly wrapped in a red scarf, ready to take its first breath in a new, better world.

[sansafilms]

i haven’t asked abt mikasa for a while (i should stop bcs im insane) (.. no im not) but likeeeeee …..

sucking off subby gp mikasa with a breeding kink who’s so talkative and begs for you to sit on her cock. and once she’s balls deep inside of you, she begs to have her cum deep in you, and when you assure her that its fine and that she can cum in you, she feels like almost crying from the pleasure OK IM DONE

have you ever felt so used up as this? — mikasa ackerman x reader

authors note: mikasa pls one chance i promise i can take all of it 🧎🏻‍♀️

warnings: NSFW, g!p mikasa, fem!reader, breeding, slight mommy kink

song playing: celebrity skin by hole

ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── g!p mikasa who has such a huge breeding kink its almost concerning (but so hot)

ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── when you’re going down on her, she whines and both tries to pull you closer and push you away

“please…need to be inside your sweet pussy—“ she stutters out as you hollow out your cheeks to suck her off harder

ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── your mouth feels so good wrapped around her, but its not your cunt 💔 and it would be such a shame to waste her seed when it can be used to put a baby in you

ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── g!p mikasa who cries and begs with a pout to just be balls deep inside you

ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── g!p mikasa who cries even harder when you finally give her what she wants, getting on her lap and beginning to ride her dick

ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── her hands move to your hips, bouncing you faster and harder on her, her nails leaving crescent shapes on the skin

“please! need to cum in you..wanna make you a mommy so badly!! you’d look so perfect round with my baby,” she babbles in your neck

ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── g!p mikasa who begins to call you mommy 🫣

ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── she won’t cum until you give her permission to. she knows her place and knows that she needs to listen to you in order to get what she needs

ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── that doesn’t stop her from still begging, practically drooling and salivating at the thought of painting your walls white

ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── and when you finally nod and give her said permission, it’s like turning on a faucet

ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── immediately she bites down on your shoulder and moans as she spurts out her load in you

ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── g!p mikasa who begs to keep going, not wanting to stop at just one orgasm. she wants you to practically leave her empty

ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── so you continue to ride her for several of your combined orgasms

ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── g!p mikasa who loves the sight of your pussy pushing out the overflowing cum, hole filled to the brim and not being able to hold any more of her

ミ꒲ ☆ ꒱ ── she’ll gather the remaining cum, spreading some of it over your thighs and leaving you a sticky mess, and then pushing her fingers into you and fucking her cum deeper in you so you take all of it