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SUMMARY: Headcanons of the aot girls and their favorite kinks. Includes Mikasa, Annie, Pieck, Sasha, Ymir, Historia, Hitch and Carla Jaeger ;)
TW (+16): Just smut. that’s it. F!reader. Mention of impact play.
A/N: Writing for the aot girls is my favorite thing in this world. You can probably tell by how i wrote this. Reblogs and feedback is appreciated! Enjoy <3
Special thanks to @oblxvion for proof reading this xoxo
MIKASA ACKERMAN.
PRAISING
This girl right here loves to be praised.
Everyone knows that Mikasa is a confident woman, it may seem like she doesn’t need anyone’s compliments to know how amazing and lovely she is, but she adores to hear you say things like “you’re doing so good for me, baby” and “that’s my girl” when she’s about to reach her climax.
Your hands can always feel the goosebumps in her skin when you start praising her, her angelic features covered in a red blush when she hears you whispering sweet compliments and pressing your lips over her body at the same time, worshipping every inch of her breathtaking body.
CHOKING
Mikasa loves to feel your hand on her neck, especially when she's being a bratty girl—because sometimes she likes to tease you, of course—and when that happens, the best thing you can do is to put her in her place by grabbing her neck, bringing your face close to hers and squeezing the sides of her neck a little if she tries to disobey you again.
Mikasa didn't know that she liked to be choked while having sex, but after experimenting and feeling confident around you, you once decided to try it. And since that time, she can’t forget how hard she came when your hand was wrapped around one of her sensitive spots.
Bonus points if you kiss her neck after removing your hand—she’ll love it.
ANNIE LEONHART.
SEXTING
In intimacy, Annie is a shy girl, but even though she is like that most of the time around you, the reality is that she becomes a completely different person when she’s not in front of you.
And don't get me wrong, she loves to be in front of you and enjoy your body in person, she loves to feel that intimacy between your bodies and she's a sucker for having your hands all over her body, but annie likes to get you hot with just an intimate picture of her in front of the mirror, or a video of her pretty fingers inside her wet pussy.
She knows how to make you spend all day thinking about her and wanting to get home to press your lips on her body immediately and she'll use that "talent" she has to drive you crazy when she's feeling playful. She also likes to receive your pictures as well, and you can be sure that she’ll respond to that with more breathtaking pictures. She knows all the angles and positions to make it seem like you’re staring to a work of art instead of a simple picture of her in your phone.
FACE-SITTING
Listen, Annie despised the idea of face-sitting. She first thought it was weird and any time you’d eat her out, she preferred to do any position but this one. But one day, after a really long time of considering it, she finally gave in.
And god, she loves that position with her whole life. She’ll rock her hips back and forward, feeling your tongue laying flat agains her dripping cunt, stimulating her to the limit and making her legs shake furiously. Sometimes you tease her about how much she hated that position before she tried it with you, and she regrets not trying it much sooner.
PIECK FINGER.
PRAISING
Just like Mikasa, Pieck is a sucker for praising. She is more into body worshiping, but she can’t deny the fact that when she hears you telling her how much of a good girl she is and how pretty she looks when you’re taking your time with her.
She gets surprisingly wet whenever you compliment her, which is perfect for you to continue eating her out like you’re starved. But, unlike Mikasa, she won’t get all blushy and shy when she hears your voice close to her ear whispering sweet things about her—She’ll encourage you and she’ll beg for you to say more.
EXHIBITIONISM
Pieck may not seem like it, but i have a feeling that she loves the risk of being watched while you have sex with her. She’ll encourage you to have sex with her close to places you can get caught, but her favorite place to have sex is close to the window of your shared apartment. The fact that anyone can see you both having sex turns her on to the max. She’ll never refuse to slam her body against the window while you take control of her body from behind her.
A little headcanon: one time you were having sex and pieck thought it was a good idea to do it right there, in front of the window, where everyone who was out in the street could see you both. Just when you were about to go down on her, you hear her voice saying, “oh look, Porco’s right there! I wonder if he can see us”.
…and he could.
SASHA BRAUS.
FOOD PLAY
Do I even need to elaborate on this. I mean, we all know how much Sasha loves food. And trust me, if she has the opportunity to incorporate food into the bedroom, she will.
She has the chance to enjoy three of the things she loves most about life: food, sex and the most important, you.
She will go absolutely crazy while licking the melted chocolate on your neck, and you’ll enjoy the way she seductively sucks the strawberry on her hand and she’ll let you bite it after it, just to kiss you in that same moment and taste the flavor on your lips and your mouth. If you’re willing to let her food play kink happen, you’ll win her whole heart.
TEASING
Oh, you have no idea how much Sasha loves teasing you. And she’s a smart girl, too.
She’ll do it the most subtle way, making it seem like she didn’t want to tease you right in front of your friends. But she loves the fact that you think she does it by accident, that way she can have way more fun with you and you won’t get mad with her because she’s just “a playful girl with everyone”—wrong!
She’ll bring her hand to your thigh in public while you’re sitting, she’ll bite her lip in front of you and she’ll do anything to bring you to the edge to finally get what she wants when you get home.
YMIR.
OVERSTIMULATION
Ymir loves to overstimulate her partner more than to feel the overstimulation herself. Since she’s a giver, you will receive nothing but extreme pleasure over and over again just from her tongue and her magic fingers.
Trust me, she’s extremely talented at making you suffer but in the good way, of course. She’ll never get tired of hearing your sweet cries and she loves to see your pussy dripping, clenching around her fingers for the 5th time in a row.
She’ll brag about how many times she can make you cum in just 30 minutes, and she’s unstoppable, too. When she wants something, she goes for it, and if she wants you to end the night exhausted, she’ll do anything to achieve that.
BONDAGE
This goes with overstimulation, too. Ymir loves to restrain you with some handcuffs on each side of the bed, that way she can do everything she wants with your body—don’t worry, it’s all for your pleasure.
She also likes to be restrained and she loves the way you tease her when you have full control of her body. She thinks it’s a good way to get her riled up before she fucks you good.
HISTORIA REISS.
SENSORY DEPRIVATION (BLINDFOLDING)
Historia likes to blindfold you, but she loves to be blindfolded, too. She likes to be dominated and she adores the feeling of not knowing what you’re going to do with her body.
You’ll get to hear her little gasps and her sweet moans everytime you kiss a different part of her body, and she’ll get louder the moment you decide to tease her clit and rub your fingers around it, circling the sensitive bud and licking off her juices while she tries to be quiet.
It’s always so hot to see her so helpless, and if you want to take it to another level, you can also handcuff her to the bed.
ORGASM DENIAL
She loves to be edged, and trust me, she’ll get extremely excited the first time you try orgasm denial with her. It’s no surprise that she’ll have lots of fun with it.
And Historia’s orgasm control is excellent, even the first time you try it. Yes, she’ll be moaning and whimpering, making a mess and getting more wet each time your tongue works her up, but she lasts really long, you’ll get surprised by how much time she can wait. That said, the moment you let her cum, you better put your hand over her mouth, just saying.
YELENA.
SIZE KINK
We all know this already. She’s a tall ass woman, and she’ll always be likely to be taller than you, even if it’s by a few inches. And the height difference makes her so fucking horny, it definitely brings her ego up so much it’s insane.
It makes her look just as dominant as she is in bed, and she’ll be so cocky about it, too. Always making fun of how superior she is, telling you you’re her pretty little girl. Not to mention that she also has pretty long fingers, and don’t even get me started with how big her strap is. You’ll always get sore the morning after it, trust me.
DEGRADATION
Pretty obvious, isn’t it? Yelena loves to see you embarrassed, she adores the little faces you make when she tells you such dirty things “you’re such a fucking whore, taking me so well” “that’s it, show me how much you want me to break you, baby”. And that’s enough to make you cum in less than a minute. She has that power, you know?
HITCH DREYSE.
DIRTY TALKING
Hitch loves to be treated like a whore in bed sometimes. And you have to understand that, it’s part of her. She can’t help but release all her emotions in bed with you, and if you accept to take care of an animal like her when it comes to sex, she’ll love you forever.
She wants someone who can tell her how much of a slut she is, how good she moves and how pretty she looks while moaning. She’ll do the same with you, she’ll tell you everything you want to hear, and she knows everything about you, so she’ll always be able to answer you with the dirtiest things you’ve ever heard in your life.
IMPACT PLAY (SPANKING)
Hitch is a fan of seeing the mark of your hands on her ass the day after, it makes her remember how wild that night was with you and makes her want to repeat it even more.
When you have sex with her, slapping is always allowed but only on her favorite spot: her ass. So if you’re not able to resist it, you can give her a few slaps and she’ll smile at you, knowing that you like her body and what she’s doing with you.
CARLA JAEGER.
OVERSTIMULATION
I just know Carla loves to overstimulate be overstimulated by her partner. She’ll absolutely love to get all dizzy after cumming for the 7th time in a row, she’ll adore the way you reassure her in such a innocent way—it gets her so horny.
She’s insatiable, she wants more of you, she wants to go for the 8th orgasm of the night, and she won’t be satisfied until she reaches the 10th time. And even if she cums for the 10th time, she’ll want more and more. You’re in for a ride with that woman, are you sure you can handle her?
PRAISING
Hear me out...Carla is the absolute queen of praise. She loves to let you know how good you are for her and how good you make her feel each time you have sex with her. Absolute queen of making you come just with her compliments. Just saying “that’s it, you’re doing so well, darling” “you fuck me like no else does, you’re so good” and she’ll get what she wants: to see you weak in front of her.
[ PAIRING ] Kishibe x f!reader
[ AUTHOR'S NOTE ] Big thanks to @strawberrystepmom, the Patron Saint of Old Man Fucking, for beta reading this baby.
[ SYNOPSIS ] Your first date gets interrupted by an unexpected visit from an old "friend".
[ WORD COUNT ] 2.9k
[ CONTENT ] Modern AU, exhibitionism, vaginal fingering, age gap (y/n is in her 20s, Kishibe is... Kishibe), alcohol, jealousy, Kishibe's a scumbag and possessive, y/n is wearing a skirt, pet name (kid), finger sucking, orgasm denial.
The last person you wanted to see on first date was your ex-fuck buddy, Kishibe. You couldn’t remember the last time you crossed paths with him. And to be honest you didn’t really want to. You wanted to focus on your date. They seemed like a good enough person. They came off as kind and saccharine and rather vacuous. A little boring, yes. But boring was good! It was safe; it was comfortable. The date was going well. Everything was falling into place.
But it all turned to shit the second Kishibe slid into your side of the booth. He didn’t even acknowledge your date, taking a couple minutes to finally greet them. A haze of alcohol whirled around him which was no surprise considering he was drinking whiskey neat. He positively reeked of alcohol; you felt like being in his mere presence would leave you intoxicated.
“How do you two know each other?”
“We—”
You elbowed him in the ribs which only made him laugh. Your measly attack was hardly harmful, but he played along and kept his mouth shut for the moment. You quickly realized you set yourself up for failure. You didn’t want to admit you met Kishibe at a gross nightclub and fucked him in the bathroom with little hesitation. That was the old you. The new you would never do something so lascivious… Or at least you hoped.
“Hiking club. I mean, a cake decorating class. Uh.” You winced as you realized you were just listing off hobbies. “Book club.”
You knew damn well you’d never encounter Kishibe on a hiking trail, a cake decorating class, or a fucking book club. But you hoped he’d play along regardless.
“Yeah, a book club,” he scoffed.
“How cool. What kind of stuff did you two read?”
Your eye twitched.
“Novels,” you spat out.
“Poetry,” he cooly said at the same exact time.
“Ah… Interesting. Can’t say I’m much of a reader,” you date demurred, nervously scratching the back of their head.
“You don’t look like the reading type,” Kishibe said, finishing off his drink. “No offense.”
Your date just smiled, almost as if they didn’t register the blatant insult. You felt like you were going to die and chugged your drink with a fervor you didn’t realize was possible.
“You guys are thirsty! I’ll go grab us another round.”
Your date waded through the crowd and made their way to the bar. Once they were out of earshot, Kishibe turned his attention to you.
“What an idiot.”
You punched his arm. “Be nice. I think I actually like them.”
“You really gonna keep ‘em around?”
“I’m hoping to. They’re sweet.”
“Since when do you like sweet?”
“Since I stopped talking to you.”
Kishibe went to respond but was interrupted by your date returning with three drinks in their arm, a precarious action if there ever was one. You noticed your date had switched it up and was now drinking whiskey, clearly mirroring the man across from them. They slid Kishibe’s drink over to him with a big, stupid smile on their face. They looked like a puppy seconds from getting kicked.
“Thanks,” Kishibe muttered before drinking his whiskey in one go.
Your date looked at you before following Kishibe’s lead and chugging down their drink. A symphony of wet coughs spilled from their mouth.
“First time?”
“No,” your date hissed.
Kishibe purposefully avoided eye contact with them and stared intently at a shapely woman in tight, short dress. He muttered, “Coulda fooled me.”
You stomped on his foot, unable to bury away the pang of jealousy. He smirked without averting his lusty gaze. You imagined him taking her into the bathroom and fucking her from behind, biting down on her shoulder like he did yours so many times. You hated yourself for caring about what he did. The two of you weren’t sleeping together, let alone talking to each other anymore. You had been ignoring his calls and avoiding the shady haunts you would frequent together. He was a free man; he could go sleep with whoever he wanted and you had no room to protest. I mean, shit. You were on a date with someone. Your focus should’ve been on them.
“D—do you read much?” You date asked, the apples of their cheeks blushing.
Kishibe wordlessly got up and headed towards the bar, but more importantly the other woman.
You angrily blurted out, “Yeah! I guess!”
Your date frowned.
“Sorry,” you sighed and sipped your drink. “I read when I can. It’s hard to find the time.”
“Maybe we can read together or something! Motivate each other, you know?”
You tried desperately to stop thinking about Kishibe and focus on the kind person seated in front of you.
“I’d like that. Things are less daunting when you do them with someone else.”
Your date beamed. “Cool! You can pick the books obviously. I wouldn’t even know where to start,” they replied bashfully.
“That’s in my wheelhouse for sure,” you laughed.
This was nice. This was what you needed in life. Softness, tenderness, someone willing to do things with you that didn’t involve sex. It was a nice change of pace.
But like clockwork, Kishibe returned. He had an entire bottle of whiskey in his hands and slammed it down on the table. He slid back into the booth and put his hand on your thigh.
“I gotta stop going after lesbians…” He murmured to himself as he cracked open the bottle.
A wave of relief washed over you. You took solace in the fact he had absolutely zero gaydar.
“I—is that for the table?” Your date asked, pointing at the bottle.
“No, it’s all for me,” Kishibe responded.
Their eyes widened.
You jumped in to explain. “He’s being sarcastic.”
Kishibe was silent as he poured a sizable amount of whiskey into his glass. Your date pushed theirs over and watched nervously as Kishibe poured. It was significantly more than what the bar served as a single drink.
“Bet you can’t chug that.”
“I… I can,” your date stuttered.
“You don’t have to do that,” you said, fearing they were trying to impress you.
“Let them live. Don’t be so controlling.”
You opened your mouth, but nothing came out. Eventually you grumbled something indecipherable and continued nursing your drink. You had no desire to play their games.
Kishibe and your date cheers before downing the whiskey. Your date looked like they got poisoned while Kishibe looked… Well, he looked the same. Immediately he filled the two glasses and stared down your date.
“Again?” He asked.
They nodded and drank down every last bit of whiskey in their glass. Kishibe wasn’t far behind. Your date looked to you, seeking approval but you found it difficult to muster any. Trying to outdrink your alcoholic ex-fuck buddy wasn’t exactly the key to your heart.
This went on until the bottle was just about empty. Kishibe and them made light conversation which revealed even more of their dimwittedness. You found it charming before, but now it was just embarrassing. It didn’t help that they were conversing with Kishibe of all people. His alcohol tolerance was high and he was capable of being articulate even if he was totally wasted. His talents were much more apparent when juxtaposed against their idiocy.
Your date looked like death was at their door, the devil patiently waiting for them to fall down and hit their head or choke on their own vomit.
“Ho—holy shit. Yo—you’re like the… Michael Jor—Jordan of drinking.”
“I’ll keep that compliment close to my heart. You up for one more?”
“I think he’s done, Kishibe,” you fretted, grabbing his arm as he went to fill your date’s glass.
“You done?”
“No fuckin’ way!”
Kishibe gave you a smug side-eye and filled two glasses. He passed one to your date.
Your date smiled like an idiot. “Ch—cheers!”
Kishibe didn’t bother and simply took a sip of his whiskey. Your date on the other hand slammed theirs.
“You two fuck already?” Kishibe asked matter-of-factly.
“Kishibe!”
“Not yet, but probably i—if this all go… goes well.”
“Aw, he thinks he’s gonna fuck you tonight. How precious.”
Kishibe slipped his hand under your tennis skirt. His rough palm started rubbing the inside of your thigh. You crossed your legs, trapping his hand between them. It wasn’t a great plan of action, but you assumed it would be a small deterrent.
“Sh—sorry that was vulgar,” your date looked at you with bloodshot eyes. “I’m reeeeeally sorry.”
“It’s fine. It’s fine. Maybe we should get going.”
Neither of them moved a muscle.
“I’m not done drinking, kid.”
Your date rested their head on the table. “An—and I ca—can’t move right… now.”
“See? We’re not goin’ anywhere for awhile. Might as well relax.”
You released Kishibe’s hand and hoped that would be the extent of his touches, but you were sorely mistaken. He started to rub your clothed cunt, the cotton of your underwear brushing up against your clit. You clenched your jaw and tried to find the wherewithal to push his hand away.
“Liiiiiiisten to th—the man. It’s nappy time.”
Your date seemed to drift away as their eyes closed.
“Stop it,” you whispered.
“Make me,” Kishibe purred in your ear. “Be a big girl and stop me.”
You rolled your eyes and stared at the table, hoping it would imbue you with the strength to leave on your own with your dignity intact.
“I don’t know why you’re pretending you’re not mine,” he said, breath hot against your ear.
He scooted closer to you and reached over, grabbing your breast.
“No bra? Hm, you were trying to get fucked tonight.”
“I was not. I just couldn’t find a clean one and this shirt doesn’t make it obvious because the fabric is so thick. And… Like fuck… Not everything I do revolves around getting your like dick hard. Plus I seriously have to do some laundry—why am I even telling you this?”
“I don’t know. I stopped listening once you started talking about textiles.”
That was one of the many reasons you ditched Kishibe. His casual indifference was attractive at times, but it wasn’t uncommon for it to make you feel like shit.
He pinched your clit between his fingers and you gasped. Your date reared their head and looked around.
“Y—you guys having fun!?”
“Very. We’ve needed to catch up,” Kishibe replied. “It has been,” he paused and looked at your frazzled face, “awhile.”
They gave a thumbs up before collapsing onto the table. You were plagued with guilt. Sure, this was a date, a first one at that, but you felt dirty. You should have known Kishibe was purposefully overpouring them, setting them up to blackout. Now that they were out of the way, he had full reign to do whatever he pleased.
“You know you want it,” he said, rubbing the wet spot blooming in your underwear.
He was right, but he didn’t need to say it.
“You could have told me to go the fuck away, but you didn’t. Now do me a favor and take off your underwear like a good girl.”
Your hands went under the table and you pulled down your underwear, bunching them up and putting them next to you in the booth. You didn’t want to lose them.
“You’re not gonna make me work for it? You’re gonna give it up that easy? I thought you were a new person these days, kid.”
“I don’t want to talk about it,” you said firmly.
He snickered and swiped his fingers along your slit. He held them up. They were coated in your fluids, glistening under the overhead lighting. Your eyes widened. There was no way you could’ve thought up an explanation had your date woke up.
“Lick ‘em clean for me.”
You glanced over at your sleeping date and slowly opened your mouth. It didn’t take long for Kishibe to slide his fingers inside. You ran your tongue along the pads of them, lapping up the remnants of your arousal.
“Atta girl,” he said, removing his fingers from your mouth.
He smirked and started playing with your folds. They were sticky with your fluids. It was embarrassing. You had started feeling wet the second Kishibe joined you on your date, but you’d never let him know that. That shit was going with you to your grave.
His rough fingers felt like heaven as they spread apart your folds, revealing your aching cunt. He prodded your hole, teasing it with his fingertip.
He whispered in your ear, “You want more?”
You silently nodded as he bit your earlobe.
He slipped two of his fingers inside you, curling them as he fucked you.
“Oh fuck,” you blurted out.
Your date shifted in their seat. “Wh—what’s goin’ on?!”
Kishibe slipped another finger inside you. “Nothing you need to worry about. Go back to sleep.”
His words were all it took to soothe them into a slumber.
“Keep it down or we’ll get caught… Unless that’s what you want,” he teased.
He stuck his hand up your shirt and began fondling your breasts. He rubbed your nipple with his thumb while he used the rest of his fingers to grope you. You struggled to stifle your whimpering. It simply felt too good. It had been awhile since anyone put their hands on you. Your body craved the touch of another.
“Might be fun if they wake up though. How would explain this transgression away? Is this part of our book club?”
He applied more pressure to your clit, rubbing it in small circles.
“Shut up, shut up, shut up.”
“No,” he said, lips against your neck.
He started sucking on it in an incredibly visible place like he always did. You didn’t know how you would explain away this transgression either. But to be honest you didn’t really care. At least not right now. The regret would work its way into your brain by morning… probably.
The second his sucking turned to biting you lost the ability to temper your whimpering. A small moan fell from your lips. Your eyes quickly darted over to your date who was fast asleep. You sighed in relief.
“Why don’t I lift up your shirt and leave a few marks on your tits.”
“That’s so obvious,” you muttered. “Someone,” you gestured towards the other bar patrons, “will see.”
He squeezed your erect nipple in between his fingers. “And?”
“T—too much.” You could barely form a sentence. “Not drunk enough for it.”
He smiled and thrust his fingers deeper into your cunt and kept fucking you with them. There was no way you could contain yourself. Your orgasm was creeping up your spine. You knew it wouldn’t be long until you were a mess.
He let go of your breast and grabbed you by the chin, pulling you close and forcing you to look at him.
“I wanna fuck you so bad, wanna fill you with my cum so you remember who you belong to,” he hoarsely whispered.
You sighed, ecstasy overtaking you. The world seemed to melt away. There was no bar. There was no date sleeping in front of you. All that existed was Kishibe fingerfucking you into oblivion. Nothing else mattered to you anymore. Why bother changing your ways? Why try something new? Sweetness was overrated. A boring life full of cute romantic gestures was overrated. You wanted excitement. You wanted to immerse your soul in filth.
You covered your mouth, hoping it would muffle your debauched moans. Your eyes were fixed on your date, waiting for any sign of life. You were convinced you’d get caught, that they’d finally see you for what you really were.
Kishibe pulled his fingers away just as you felt yourself starting to climax.
“The only way you’re gonna come is if you leave with me and not that idiot.”
“Kishibe,” you whimpered. “Not fair. I’m so close.”
“I don’t care,” he said sweetly.
“I need to make sure they get home safe,” you said, eyes still fixed on your date.
“They’ll be fine. Call them a cab or a Lyft or whatever the fuck you people use.”
“Fuck. Fine. Just let me come please. It hurts,” you whined.
He smirked and resumed finger fucking you. You tossed your head back and moaned. A few patrons glanced over at you with grossed out looks on their faces, but they swiftly looked away and minded their own business.
You rutted against Kishibe’s hand.
“Look at me when you come,” he demanded.
You met his gaze. He looked so proud of himself. If you hadn’t been in the throes of rapture you would have kicked him in the balls. But no, you were ascending without a single thought in your head. Getting caught didn’t even register anymore. You were lost in your own body as it was overcome with pleasure. Your toes were curled and your back was arched. There was no hiding it from anyone. Once you finally came back down to earth you shoved Kishibe away.
“You mad at me now?” He asked, sucking his fingers clean.
“No.”
Kishibe snickered and gently roused your date.
“You need her to call you a cab?”
“Huh?” Your date looked at you, their eyes heavy-lidded. “Uh. Yeah. Sure.”
They slid out of the booth and immediately stumbled the second they tried to stand. Kishibe stood up and helped them to their feet.
Kishibe looked over his shoulder. “Call them something. I’ll keep him safe outside.”
You pulled out your phone and found your date a way home. You thought you’d feel guilty for everything, but you were actually relieved knowing you’d spend the night in Kishibe’s apartment. Comfort was ultimately found in familiarity and that’s what Kishibe was.
i love you girls who maim! i love you girls who bite heads off! i love you girls with giant axes! i love you girlies covered in blood and viscera! i love you girls who lose themselves to the rush of battle! i love you girls who are unhinged! i love you girls that lash out! i love you girls that look at their path of destruction and realize how alone theyve become!!!!!
