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

[nando161mando]

[jacketslutjayse]

Source

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 !!

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[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….

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

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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

[yilangart]

Mikasa my beloved

[lidatan]

Late post, happy birthday Annie!!

If I've time, I'll tidy up the coloring once again!

[isabel-magn0lia]

The full set of their lil game of thrones looks

[shoyomegs]

one more?

pairings: girlfriend!mikasa x reader

synopsis : mikasa discovers she can't orgasm without you on a day you're off to work. trying to find a solution to the problem, it seems you've found one for her.

tags : mdni, getting caught trope, vouyuerism(?), mutual masturbation, mentions of sex tape, no use of y/n

a/n : @moviecritc inspired me with this, highly recommend everybody go read that :33. if you like this i have more mikasa oneshots here. not proofread, likes & reblogs much appreciated!!

(divs by @cwrcent)

mikasa couldn’t masturbate anymore. she didn’t know when it happened, but she quickly realized once you were away for work and she was getting frustrated with not being able to get herself off.

unfortunately the thought of you wasn’t enough to aid in getting any closer to her climax.

she needed you. in front of her and ready to ruin her, or vice versa.

but here she was, in your shared bed, panties still on, fingers pruned by her own slick, clit aching, and a sheen layer of sweat on her skin but unable to finish.

it was then that she remembered some old videos you guys used to take of each other. she never thought it would actually come to use but she was grateful for them now.

scrolling through her phone to find videos of you going down on her and her moans flowing in the air. putting her volume all the way up and laying face down, ass up to get the perfect angle that’ll hit her sweet spot and allow her easy access to her clit.

with this position and this video she started to feel herself let loose and finally able to pleasure herself.

“mika?” fuck.

when did you get home?

she quickly turned her head towards the door and there you were, standing by the doorframe with your mouth agape and question in your eyes.

it’s not like she felt embarrassed to be caught by you, in fact it only made her stomach flutter harder, somehow more turned on by the aspect.

“hm?” she asked, continuing to run messy circles over her clit, seemingly unbothered.

and with that you moved closer, stripping down to your underwear and positioning yourself behind her.

“keep going.. i want a better view though.” you said.

mikasa then moved onto her back, spreading her legs further apart and fully removing her panties. a perfect view right in front of you.

biting her lip as she continued, not breaking eye contact and just picking up the pace of her fingers.

using one hand to pump in and out, in and out, and the other to pinch her nipple. moaning at the action.

and you couldn’t help yourself. slipping your own hand below the waistband of your underwear and beginning to rub eager circles onto your own clit.

mikasa moaned at the sight of it all. her mouth watered, knowing that you had gotten so worked up by it all, not even laying a finger on each other and still so easily turned on.

she was close, she could feel it, and you could see it. she looked absolutely wrecked. her face deep shades of red and her breasts rising and falling with her shallow breathing.

the feeling of it all making mikasa’s legs close in on her hand until you shoved them back open, using one hand to pin one of her knees down on the bed. the action causing her to arch her back even more.

“let me see baby, wanna see how you fuck yourself to the thought of me.” your added words only sent her over the edge.

moaning cries of your name, body shuddering, and making an even bigger mess on her shaking fingers, and god did you love it.

rubbing her inner thigh with your free hand to help sooth her while coming down from her climax.

“you did good baby, can you do one more for me?” you asked, wanting to taste her this time. leaning in to leave trails of kisses on her face and throat.

and when did she ever say no to more? especially when it was you, asking so sweetly.

🪽 @shoyomegs

[loulovesshiganshina]

Team Levi x tall reader || how the main scouts act when their GN partner is unusually tall

being tall in the scouts is its own kind of language. it changes the cadence of hands, the angle of eyes, the jokes people dare to make. it means you notice things sooner and other people notice you faster. it also means every pocket of affection begins with someone looking up.

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levi

levi notices you first in the mess hall, when you duck to slide past him with your arms brushing his. he freezes, looks you up and down, then looks up at you like he used to look at a stubborn corner that needed cleaning.

“you hit my elbow,” you say, voice teasing.

“keep your elbows to yourself,” levi answers, but his tone has gone soft around the edges. he reaches for the strap on your harness and fumbles like he never does when he’s alone. you watch his fingers, the way he hesitates on your shoulder as if memorizing the slope.

later, after practice, when the sky is bruised and everyone else has drifted away, you sit on the low wall while he cleans blades. his stool is too small for him to be comfortable beside you. he doesn’t seem to mind.

“you’re taller than me,” he states like it’s an observation he’s been meaning to log. his voice has a crack in it that makes you smile.

“yes,” you say. “and?”

he snorts. “you’re clumsy with the vacuum.”

you laugh and lean down, elbows on your knees so your face is closer to his. he looks up at you. it’s intimate in a new way, that tilt of his chin meeting the space between your eyes.

“stand still,” he says suddenly. you do. he steps in close enough that you can feel his breath. then he presses the corner of a mouthful of hair behind your ear, steady and small-handed.

“don’t get used to me being soft,” he mutters, but he rests his forehead against yours, and for a long moment you both exist only in the tiny space where your heights meet.

when titans come and the air is all teeth and panic, it is your reach that drags him to safe ground more than once. afterward, when everyone else is shaking, he stays wrapped around you like a small, stubborn knot. you hold him the way someone holds a small animal: protective, gentle, precise. he lets himself be held.

“i thought i hated being small,” he confesses once, voice muffled against your chest. “i don’t when you’re around.”

you kiss the top of his head. “you can be whatever size you want with me.”

erwin

erwin treats your height like the most practical thing in the world. he maps it into strategy and then into the spaces between you.

you stand at the edge of the war room while he explains a plan. he keeps glancing up at you, and when he gestures he often points to where you will stand. later, he comes to you with a cloak and a quiet, official look.

“you should stand forward on the ridge,” he says. “you’ll be the signal.” his hand rests on your shoulder, warm and deliberate. when he talks, the world listens, but when he touches you, something quieter unfolds.

“i don’t want the attention,” you admit, voice smaller than you feel.

“attention keeps people alive,” he replies. then, softer, like something not meant for the room, he says, “and sometimes attention keeps me less lonely.”

that line surprises you both into silence. you slip an arm through his and guide him to a bench. you sit behind him and let him fold into you, taller frame leaning into your center of gravity. he hums, a small sound you came to associate with relief.

“if you ever doubt the use of your size,” erwin murmurs, “remember you make the horizon easier to read.”

you kiss his temple. “i’ll be your horizon.”

he smiles, which is all the concession you need that he feels something besides duty.

hange

hange is a storm of noise and affection. they treat your height like their favorite toy.

“let me measure your reach,” they declare while ransacking the supply room. before you can answer, they’re up on your shoulders, arms wrapped around your neck, chattering about leverage and titan vitals as if you were a lab table.

“hange, get down,” you protest, amused and indulgent.

“only if you promise to teach me how you balance so well,” they say with breathless excitement.

you sit on a crate and let them drape across you like a scarf. they tell you everything in excited stutters. you answer with long, patient sentences and the occasional kiss to the curve where their cheek meets your collarbone. they squeal when you lift them higher so they can look over a barricade. later, when the town is quiet and the adrenaline is gone, hange curls into you and becomes small.

“you don’t know how steady you are,” they say, voice gone low. “i forget that sometimes.”

you stroke their hair. “then i’ll remind you.”

they lift their face to yours and places a messy, earnest kiss on your lips. it’s loud and gloriously real. you laugh when they pull back, eyes bright.

“you taste like victory and stew,” hange breathes. “and i like both.”

you smile and let them nuzzle you until sleep claims them, your arms an obvious scaffold.

mikasa

with mikasa everything is quiet and inevitable. she is not demonstrative with words, but the way she exists beside you is a prayer.

you train at dawn. the two of you move as a pair, a tall shadow and a compact, fierce presence. sometimes you slow for her, not from pity, but because the two of you have found a rhythm. she appreciates it in the way her shoulder brushes yours and in the way she rests her head against your arm when breaks come.

“you make a good shield,” she says once, cutting a grapefruit and offering you a slice.

“you don’t need me as a shield,” you answer.

“i like both,” she says simply. then she reaches up, fingers knotting in the back of your collar to pull you down into a small, precise kiss. it’s short, devastating in the best way.

on missions, she positions herself near you, compact and ready. people expect her to be protective; you expect her to be protective. after, she washes your hair with deliberation, fingers gentle and methodical. she hums without thinking, a wonder of contentment on her face.

“when you stand tall,” she murmurs, “it makes me stand taller.”

you rest your head on hers. it’s a small, perfect balance: her chin on your shoulder, your cheek on the crown of her head. words are not necessary.

jean

jean’s first words about your height are awkward and accidental.

“you know,” he starts, fidgeting, “you’re like a lighthouse. or at least a very tall barn.”

you snort. “a barn?”

“a very romantic barn,” he corrects quickly. he’s blushing and you like him all the more for it.

he walks with you everywhere, the comfort of your height a new kind of anchor. he gets flustered when you lean down to kiss him, and you make a show of pretending to adjust your height just to tease him. he retaliates with sweaty, ridiculous jokes and the occasional clumsy, earnest kiss.

“i hate that you make me feel small,” he confesses one night, truth slipping past his embarrassment. then he looks at you, eyes bright. “not literally. i mean—i like how safe it feels.”

you thumb the side of his face and pull him in. “then be honest. say it.”

he grins, relieved. “i love you,” he says, low and sure.

you laugh softly and kiss him like you mean it. he melts like someone who’s finally learned how to fall without breaking.

armin

armin studies you like he studies maps. he has a scholar’s awe and a small person’s practical concerns.

“does your height make the air feel different?” he asks one evening, notebook in hand, eyes wide with curiosity.

“no,” you tell him, amused. “just less dust in my nose sometimes.”

he writes it down anyway. later, when he’s too nervous to lead, he leans into you, seeking the kind of comfort only your presence gives. you wrap an arm around his shoulders and let him tuck his face into your chest.

“you make me feel braver,” he whispers into your shirt. “even when the plan fails, i remember you.”

“then we’ll make more plans,” you say. “and i’ll carry the tall parts.”

he kisses your side, earnest and full of small promise. you hold him close and hum a tune that steadies his breath.

sasha

sasha is unabashed devotion. she treats your height like the best part of your personality.

“you can get the top shelf!” she exclaims every week. she plants one foot on a crate and demands you reach whatever snack she cannot. she steals kisses that are loud and messy. she laughs when you lift her just to twirl her until her braid is a halo.

“you’re my personal ladder,” she tells you constantly, and she means it like a sacred title.

late at night she sleeps curled against your ribs, breath warm and full of contentment. you drape an arm over her and feel the steady rhythm of her sleep.

“i like being close to you,” she murmurs half-asleep. “your arms are like a tall, warm fence.”

you grin and kiss her hair. “i’ll keep you inside my fence.”

she sighs happily and slides deeper into your hold, as if you were the safest place on a battlefield.

connie

connie’s relationship to your height is constant, jokey, and completely sincere.

“hey tall person,” he calls, hopping onto your back in the middle of training. “can you see my future? is there pizza?”

“i see pizza in your future,” you tell him, and he whoops.

he uses you as leverage, as a step, as his favorite listener. when he’s scared, he becomes small and stubborn, and you sit with him until his bravado returns.

“promise me you’ll never shrink,” he whispers one night, serious for the first time.

you cup his face. “i promise i will always be tall for you.”

he smacks your chest like it’s a punch, then tightens his arms around your waist. you feel the effortless way he leans into your height, trusting it as much as a shield.

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[someonecomegettheirchild]

Are you really best friends if you don’t have matching fuck ass bobs????

[shoyomegs]

warm up

main m.list

pairing: gymrat!mikasa x reader

synopsis: mikasa gets particularly needy after a workout..

tags: mdni, smut, fingering, cunnilingus, pet names, y/n not used

a/n: posting this to distract you from the fact that i haven’t updated in almost a month.. shhh.. also first actual smut piece I've written/uploaded, please enjoy :) (no proof reading done)

mikasa was addicted. addicted to dedicating firm, desperate swirls to your clit. addicted to the taste of you on her tongue and making sure to let you know.

“could do this all day princess..” she said, after pulling back to make you feel the exhale of her breath on your skin. the delicate air hitting you, making you twitch, and pulsate for her even more.

she didn’t need to be pleasured to feel satisfied, pleasuring you was enough for her. to see your eyebrows pull together in ecstasy, watching your jaw fall to let more moans tumble out, to feel your hands comb through her hair, tightening with each right move she made with her mouth.

her right hand drawing circles on your inner thigh and her left pressing down on your lower abdomen, holding you down to continue dipping her tongue into you the way she wants. your moans candy to her ears, pushing her to continue.

her sole focus and desire to make you finish. over and over again if you allowed her, and by the sounds of your sweet whimpers and your begs in her ears, now covered by your thighs pressing into the sides of her head, you’d let her.

alternating by making patterns with her tongue and thrusting it in and out of you. and now focusing on sucking your clit as she removed her right hand from your inner thigh and swiped at your entrance.

slipping inside of you with no resistance and hitting every spot that you could never reach with your own, shorter fingers when she did just that with only her middle finger.

when she started going to the gym, you expected the muscle, felt it when she would throw you around in bed, but you didn’t expect her hands to also grow. her fingers to feel more firm and full. to feel so much of them while she was knuckle deep inside of you.

you were holding on by the thinnest thread, so close to snapping. and mikasa knew it too, with the twitch of your thighs, and your voice pitching up octaves, and becoming breathier.

“c-close mika” you were trying so hard to stave off your orgasm, to not finish nearly five minutes after she started. she barely made it through the door before your back hit the mattress as she fell onto her knees.

her session at the gym not tiring her, just fueling her energy and taking her job in between your thighs seriously. her sports bra still on, her skin still sheen with a layer of sweat after her pump.

“come on baby, i got you.” she muttered, the sound of her voice sending vibrations through your body, making you shiver under her touch.

and just with the sound of her voice, the thread snapped. white engulfing your vision and making you see stars. your thighs only pressing harder into the sides of her head as she moaned at the sensation and the taste of you flooding her mouth even more.

finally able to pry your thighs apart again, cleaning you up with her tongue, she decided she wasn’t done yet.

in fact, this was just her warm up.

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