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ridingtorohan · 6 months

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Mikasa Ackerman dating a short(er) S/O

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Mikasa is tall by most country's standards. She knows this and towers most of her fellow female cadets. Frankly, she isn't phased at all by the height of her partner. It's just a thing she makes a mental note of and stashes it away for later.

Instinctively reaches for the items from the top shelf if you're reaching for it. She'll pause if you already have a stool out and ask if you need help but any other time, she'll do it herself.

It's not a big deal to her so if you protest she'll just nod and stop doing it. (She knows Captain Levi personally. She knows you can handle yourself.)

Are you missing your stool, want her help but don't want her to grab it for you? She'll scoop you up in her arms and give you a boost.

Definitely lingers for a few seconds too long, eyes heavily lidded with her hands wrapped around your waist. It's long enough to notice but not long enough to hinder the task at hand.

Absolutely adores picking you up by your hips (for a hug or smooch) or giving you a piggyback ride.

Are you receptive to being carried? Mikasa can and will carry you to each room as you complete your everyday chores.

Will lug you under her arm like a teddy bear as she prepares for bed.

Often reaches down to brush the hair from your forehead. It's a tender, loving gesture from her. Sometimes she'll leave a little kiss.

Absolutely mesmerized by the size difference between you two, especially with a live comparison. Hand to hand Tarzan style? Beautiful. You cuddled to her chest? Amazing. She'll worship all these features, taking her time adoring them in small ways (and in the bedroom).

Listen…… if she finds out you like her towering over you, getting in close, it's game over. She'll smirk and rain kisses from above, showing you that this can work out. Likewise, giving her bedroom eyes from below.

(Definitely makes excuses so that she's below your eye level. Thinks it's cute. Thinks you're cute.)

Speaking of cuddling, really enjoys having you pressed to her chest, your arms wrapped around her. She's a big spoon and you can't change my mind but you can change hers. She just adores having you in her arms, even if that has you holding her instead.

Has you on her lap a lot.

If short jokes get on your nerves, Mikasa will doom glare the offender into next year. An angry Mikasa is a scary Mikasa.

Will help you beat the shit out of them unprompted.

Doesn't make short jokes but will tease you about your height (more in the vein of "how am I supposed to kiss you from all the way up here/down there?") if you're comfortable with it.

Will smile or huff a small life if you make a joke about your own/her height.

Lets you wear her clothes.

Gets especially tender and sweet if she sees you swamped in them. Will actually reach don and adjust the cuffs of you (her) pants if they're dragging on the ground.

Casually wears a few of yours around the house, but only if you insist/don't mind the stretch.

(Secretly feels all mushy and squishy when she sees your clothes not even making it to her ankles/wrists.)

You can't see at a concert? She'll break their kneecaps- I mean find a compromise. Listen, Mikasa is toned. She can balance you on her shoulders/piggyback you no problem.

Either smirks teasingly if you get on your tiptoes to kiss her or gives you a very tender look. (Or both. Both is good.)

Will bend down if you ask/tug. Or if you're receptive, she'll pick you up and kiss you in her arms or place you on the nearest counter/table.

Gets sappy if you don't even try to kiss her mouth but instead kiss whatever part of her you can reach, arm, hand, etc.

If she's going in for a kiss, she'll bend her back and press a light one to your temple. If it's your lips she's after, her fingers will ghost lightly over your chin and jaw, eyes half-lidded. "Can I?"

Literally unphased if you're the "short angry chihuahua" stereotype who "bites ankles".

#attack on titan #aot #shingeki no kyojin #snk #mikasa ackerman #mikasa x reader #mikasa x y/n #mikasa x you #aot x reader #ooc: // I will gladly take her last name #ooc: // no lie #mikasa x female reader #mikasa x male reader #mikasa x gn reader #reader insert #self insert #ooc: // for those who do that #ooc: // respect #Ooc:// ngl I love that this is my most popular post

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amphibiahawks321 · 3 days

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[Mikasa taps Y/N's shoulder]

M!Reader : Hm?

Mikasa : Y/N if it's not too much trouble can hold onto my shirt for a couple hours?

M!Reader : Sighs working out again huh?

[Mikasa nods]

M!Reader : Okay fine give it to me

[Mikasa taking off her shirt]

M!Reader : Oh! By the way Armin said that if you have seen his book anywhere cause—......

Mikasa : tell Armin, jean burrowed it from me....

[Mikasa hands Y/N her shirt]

Mikasa : Hm?.... Y/N?.... You okay?

M!Reader blushing : ......

Mikasa : Y/N?

M!Reader blushing : Uh? OH! Sure! I'll tell Armin!

Mikasa : Thanks...

[Mikasa kiss Y/N's forehead]

Mikasa : Later!

[Mikasa leaves the scene]

M!Reader blushing : .....

[M!Reader thought 💭]

Why the %$!# is she so %$!#ing buff and why the %$!# am I so %$!$ing into that....

#male reader #attack on titan x reader #reader x attack on titan #attack on titan #attack on titan mikasa #mikasa x reader #reader x mikasa #mikasa ackerman x reader #reader x mikasa ackerman #mikasa ackerman #aot x reader #reader x aot #aot

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angelinpiink · 1 year

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Hello,is it ok if you could request for a sub male reader with Mikasa like headcanons will do-if not then it’s alright-remember to take care and have a great day!!!

author's note: this response is a bit late but i hope this still finds you! you be sure to enjoy your day as well, hopefully this serves to brighten it :3

mikasa with a male sub would include:

firstly, it's already been established that mikasa is the softest dom ever. She gets the most pleasure from taking care of you—however you may need her to. she'll do just about whatever it takes to have you crying out for her this ranges from random handjobs to pegging. she is determined to satisfy your every need.

Mikasa undoubtedly keeps you spoiled, whatever you ask for you get—then and there. doesn’t matter if you too are in public or hanging around friends, the second you let her know you’re feeling need or she notices a bulge in your pants, she’ll take you to the nearest place where you can be alone and fuck you there.

though she is a very generous dom, she is an absolute sucker for hearing you whine and beg and for this reason she teases you pretty often, pushing you to your limit ever so slightly just enough to give herself some satisfaction. kissing along your neck a trail of her lipstick evident against your skin "you're doing so good, baby.” she likes to whisper in your ear as you squirm beneath her while she slowly, pumps your dick. “think you can handle my mouth?”

The second you nod muttering what was meant to be a ‘yes’ but comes out as a jumble of words, she slips between your legs. taking your length into her mouth she’ll suck you off, the heat between her thighs growing into an ache as you buck your hips at a pathetic attempt at fucking her face.

if it isn’t already obvious her love language is acts of service, undoubtedly after you two are intimate she’ll clean you up to the best of her ability depending on where you are praising you for how good you were for her, placing gentle kisses to your forehead. the second you two are back home expect lots of cuddles :)

my masterlist!

#mikasa x male reader #mikasa smut #mikasa aot #mikasa x reader #mikasa snk #mikasa x y/n #mikasa x you #attack on titan x y/n #attack on titan x you #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan smut #attack on titan fanfiction #mikasa headcanons #aot headcanons #male reader #aot x male reader

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mikasa-imadebiscults · 11 months

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Hi can I request eren with a male s/o that has really powerful legs and when he fights in titan form eren is always like "dem leg's" or something like that if that's OK with you

(Greetings anon! I hope it’s okay with you that I did Eren and multiple characters)

AOT Characters with a Titan Shifter! Male S/O that has Strong Legs

- He really loves your legs and makes sure to make it known, would definitely flirt and tease you about them. Likes to watch you fight and train with your legs. Talks about you a lot and brags to others saying “Yeah that’s my man right there.”

|EREN, Connie, Jean.

- Wants to test out how strong your legs are in Titan form so that he knows how useful you’ll be to humanity. He notices your immense power in your legs but he doesn’t flirt with you about it because he doesn’t want you to be uncomfortable or anything.

|ERWIN, Levi

- Notices them but doesn’t say anything, but they secretly admire your leg strength very much. They have to snap themselves out of it and stop staring whenever you’re fighting in your Titan form.

|Mikasa, ARMIN, Pieck

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remuslupinschocolat3 · 15 days

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Fixed it

#attack on titan #aot #snk #shingeki no kyojin #mikasa x annie #mikasa ackerman headcanons #annie leonhart #theyre lesbians your honor #let the two male love interests kiss each other so that the girlies can live in peace

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dxmoness · 1 month

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They call her an odd woman.

Because only an odd woman would spend hours and hours on end by the graveyards without the public knowing what she's doing there.

Because only an odd woman would be seen talking to herself like she is with someone but she is actually alone. Her lips always moving as though she is praying perhaps she was, that's just what the public speculated.

And because only an odd woman would love someone who has been dead for a near decade, someone who was barely her lover in the first place.

She is an odd woman in the eyes of the public. But to her, she is as normal as could be. delusional, perhaps, but still normal.

Fingers clenching the basket of food she brought with her, she gets off of the vehicle. Nodding towards those who were bypassing, she walks into the graveyards once more. She need not tell her servants anything, they know to wait there patiently and leave her be. Only they understand her situation which is private just as how she likes it.

She lays the picnic mat neatly on the moss covered ground as she sits on it and wipes off the dust that covered the gravestone she sits in front of.

Name. She smiles softly, tears pricking in her eyes. Today is the anniversary of his death. "Hello, Name. I brought your favourite food today, shall we eat?" She whispers hoarsely as she takes the food out of the basket, body trembling from the restraint to cry.

"Here." She takes out a little portion of food and faced it to the gravestone while she too takes a little portion. She eats quietly, the silence is deafening and it hurts her. "How is it? It's good, isn't it? The chef made it special for you." Her lips quiver but she stays strong. She will not show her tears.

She glances at the stone, the food before it was untouched. Of course it was. "Not hungry? It's okay, the chef will understand." She pulls the plate away from the stone and carefully packs it back in the basket. There's a pause before she continues to speak.

"Father and Mother miss you a lot. So does your brother." She says as she continues eating, "I miss you too. But I'm trying to stay strong for our Adrianna." Tears glisten in her eyes as she fights back their threatening release.

"Sometimes I see you in my room. I'm not sure if it's you, of course but I'm positive that it is." She gives out a heartbreaking laugh. "Adrianna says she sees you too, she says she misses you a lot." She adds afterwards, putting down the fork she was using to eat. "If only you were there to see her during her first dance, your brother danced her instead. But I think she would've wanted that you were the one to dance with her instead."

She remembers her daughter's words during that night. She had been crying, wanting her daddy instead of her uncle. But Name died years ago so it was impossible. She had tried reasoning by instead they had both found each other clinging onto one another, sobbing.

But, eventually, she did learn to enjoy her party. She was proud of her daughter's ability to mature quickly and make the best out of what she had.

She leans against the stone as her finger traces the engraved name on its face. "Why'd you have to die so soon?" She murmurs quietly. "You promised you'd be back safe and sound but you didn't. We had so many things we wanted to do together. A family to build." She blinks the tears away but it's futile as they began streaming down her tears.

"You promised..." She repeats, choking on the sobs that were escaping her lips. She continues sobbing and shaking uncontrollably while her hand clenches on the stone.

She wiped her tears away and presses a kiss on the stone, wiping her lips afterwards too. "I love you, Name. I still love you. I want you here with me. Please come back to me." She begs softly, even though she knew it was a futile pleading. Suddenly the wind blew breezily to her direction, as though it was an answer from her beloved.

It calms her immediately as her shaking draws to a slow stop. She softly sighs as she moves back, fixing the things. She stares back to the stone and gives a sad smile. "I'll try to visit you on the morrow again if I can."

She stands up, carrying the basket with her. She walks to the entrance of the graveyard where a guard is stationed. She nods to him before she walks out. The coachman waits by the vehicle. He saw her and immediately readied to leave. A step onto the vehicle and then she pauses. One more long glance towards the stone before she turns away and enters the vehicle. Her lips tremble as she hears herself echo two words.

"Goodbye, Name."

➷ ( characters ) — cayena hill , rudbeckia de borgia , psyche callista , penelope eckart , lesley vance , raiden ei , yor forger , mikasa ackerman , sasha braus. ❀

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quills-of-freedom · 1 year

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Headcanons ~

How they pleasure themselves thinking of you 🔥

Female edition

Mikasa - Sasha - Annie - Historia - Hange

Mikasa

“What are these intense feelings flowing through me…?” Mikasa thinks. She’s lying on her bed, her hand clutching her chest and the tops of her cheeks beetroot red. Her hair is splayed on her pillow, rose-tinted lips agape and her eyes heavy.

She can feel her heart pounding under her hand as she squirms slightly, enjoying the sensation of her own hands on her body as she thinks of you.

Her eyes close and her slender finger runs across her bottom lip when she envisions your mouth against hers.

Is this normal? What has come over me?

Yes Mikasa. It’s extremely normal.

She takes her time with herself, really working herself up by groping herself for a long time before she’s too fired up to care about her reservations, finally sliding her hand down her panties.

The entire time she’s circling her clit, her expression is the same; slack-jawed and heavy-lidded, not believing how good this could feel.

As it gets more intense, her blues clasp shut and her teeth clamp down onto her lip, holding in the groans.

Her back arches and her breathing is erratic, your name leaving her mouth in a quiet squeak as she ascends into the heavens.

Sasha

Sasha is on her third round thinking of you.

Her pussy is red, wet and puffy. But God you just do something to her that makes her so greedy.

Or maybe she’s just greedy in all aspects of her personality.

Sasha loves deep penetration, so she’s pulled out her dildo for this one.

She’s splayed naked on her bed, her legs opened wide and her panting is thick in the air.

Her cunt squelches and sucks as she’s thinking of you railing her - her eyes clasped closed.

Her accent comes out a lot easier when she’s having sex, by the way.

“aw shit, y/n, yer so good at tha’..”

Her eyes roll into the back of her head as she orgasms again, leaving a small pool of cum under her ass that’s quickly soaking into the sheets.

Give her five to breathe, and she’ll be ready for another round.

Annie

Annie masturbates quite often so she’s good at making herself cum pretty quickly.

She shamelessly calls out your name while she hooks her fingers inside of her clenching tunnel.

She plays with her nipples when she’s close, pulling on them rather hard.

Annie bucks her hips a lot when she’s fingering herself. Her legs always go like total jelly when she comes.

She likes to spread her lips totally open with her fingers, looking at herself in a mirror, pretending you’re the one making her insides clench.

Annie is also known to dry hump her pillow thinking of you. It really gets her off. She enjoys dry humping your leg, so she just pretends that’s what she’s doing while she grinds on the soft material.

She sighs deeply when she cums, her eyes rolling in the back of her head and your name passing her lips more than once. She cusses too.

Historia

Historia loves to explore her body - and her favourite thing to think about while doing so, is you.

Her hand slithers down to under the cloth of her pants, her cheeks a shade of pink as she thinks about how you had your mouth around her neat little pussy a few days ago.

God how she wishes you were doing that now.

She lets out intervals of small squeaks that begin to rise in intensity, volume and frequency.

“y/n… Please come and fill me…” She’ll plead into an empty room.

She rocks her hips from side to side, over stimulating herself. She just doesn’t want the feeling to ever stop.

Her legs are open with the bottoms of her feet flat on the matress, her elegant fingers now poking and prodding her insides.

She makes a bit of a mess when she’s thinking of you - her cum spurts down the bed, splashing against her thighs and ass.

Hange

It’s well established in my canons that Hange is A) Loud and B) Has an extremely sensitive cunt.

Hange can get herself off thinking of you in numerous ways.

She can dry hump things, finger herself, pulls out her dildos and she can even just rub herself while she’s standing up against her desk.

Your name shamelessly leaves her mouth in high volume as she gushes; her sheets definitely in need of being changed by the time she’s done.

She pulls her hair, slithering as she imagines you eating her out. Her back arches and legs quiver as she almost begs the heavens to have you walk into the room right now and sort her out.

This is probably the 7th time this evening she’s had an orgasm while crying out your name.

And knowing Hange, she’ll probably be going another 7 more.

#aot annie #aot mikasa #snk annie #snk headcanons #snk x y/n #snk x reader #snk x male reader #snk smut

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drunkoffsmoke · 9 months

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Hey do you have any platonic Headcanons for Reiner,Mikasa,and Armin?

a/n: RAGHHH IM SO SORRY I DIDNT SEE THE REQUEST EARLIER!!!! I DIDNT GET A NOTIF— anyways brother elliot shall provide once more >:) (this is like season 1-2 so no spoilers).

pairing: Reiner x gn!reader ; Mikasa x gn!reader ; Armin x gn!reader.

fandom: AOT (Attack on Titan).

genre: Fluff, headcanons.

! WARNING ! : N/A. (it's sfw pookies)

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Reiner Braun.

Man is FLEXING his ass off when you're around.

Anything he thinks you might like? He's showing it off. Whether it be leadership skills (which he barely has) or muscles (okay he does have those), HE'S SHOWING OFF.

He likes to get your attention through random stuff such as constant poking or annoying you.

Since you're close to Reiner, he talks a lot about you to his friends Annie and Bertholdt.

Bertie likes you, although Annie keeps her distance. It's not that she doesn't like you, it's just that she's a loner and wants to keep it that way.

He probably follows you around during missions to make sure you're safe.

He's like a golden retriever off the field, but on the field, he's the most protective mf you can ever meet.

The second a titan reaches out to grab you, boom, he's slicing the titan's hand off.

If the mission proves to be easy with few dangers nearby, you and him have little contest like 'who kills more titans' and such.

He doesn't want to admit it, but he lets you win almost every time, blaming it on his gear for being this rusty.

You usually stay up past your curfew and watch the stars.

During this time you don't talk a lot, merely enjoying eachothers presence.

He's usually acting like an older brother, but sometimes you have to be the mature one and step in between fights he's about to start (somebody looked at you wrong).

Super supportive, literally the main cheerleader as you kick somebody's ass during training.

You and him have sparring sessions and he teaches you useful information about hand-to-hand combat!

He'd be a good teacher if he wouldn't be teasing you so much.

"Look at you, you're so fragile, you could never take me down!" were his last words before you kicked his ass.

He was shocked, he didn't expect you to ACTUALLY win the fight.

Nevertheless he's proud of you >:)

Mikasa Ackerman.

She firstly heard about you through Armin, telling her and Eren about how he made a new friend.

She was skeptical at first, thinking you were actually someone mean who just tried to get advantage of her blond friend.

But upon meeting you, she quickly changed her mind.

Mikasa is usually quiet and is always following Eren around, so the two of you don't really get some time alone.

But Armin told you she considers you a good friend of hers!

You're a feisty fellow, so she has to make sure you don't get in trouble aswell (as if she needed another Eren to take care of).

Being the mother friend of the group, she has to make sure nobody gets hurt, so she keeps you, Armin and Eren close when in missions.

Always on alert, she's ready to lash out at anyone who does you wrong.

One time a rookie spoke lowly of you behind your back. Mikasa found out, said she was going to take care of it, and you never saw that rookie again.

It's scary what she's willing to do to protect her loved ones, but it only makes you realize she is a good person deep down.

Honestly you're closer to Armin than her, but she doesn't mind that, since it gives her and Eren some alone time (nothing happens in this time, but she likes it when it's just her and Eren hanging around).

Not really good with praises, but will congratulate you after missions, saying you did a good job before walking away.

Armin Arlert.

If you're close to him, you're ultimately close to Eren and Mikasa too.

He likes to talk to you about facts he's learned from books and he's genuinely happy you listen to him (unlike a certain SOMEONE who has brown hair and teal eyes glares at Eren).

You had to rescue him a couple times from bullies. Because of that, you tried to teach him how to defend himself, although he believed this wasn't the right way.

He probably shows off every new item he found. It's mainly cool rocks or shards of glass bottles, but the way he's presenting them makes the trinkets look like some ancient relics.

He is a great listener and offers good advice where he can.

Most of the time he's shy so you have to speak up for him, he's really thankful you do that for him.

Armin's parents like you a lot, especially since you help out Armin so much. They tell you stuff about Armin which makes him embarrassed and blush.

You know the song 'To the Bone' about Undertale?

Well there's this one part saying "I am the Mastermind, he's my accomplice!"

Yeah that's Armin, and you're "You're still alive because I made a promise."

You guys are a great duo, fighting off titans together (although you end up eliminating most of them since Armin is a bit rusty on his skills, he's learning tho!) during missions and such.

He probably tells you all about the wonders of the ocean he's learned from his little book, it gets you as excited as him and it makes him feel as if he doesn't just let the information fall on deaf ears.

He thinks you're a strong, independent person and admires you for that.

He's the orange cat friend and you're the doberman friend. You can't convince me otherwise.

#aot #aot x reader #x male reader #x gn reader #reiner braun #reiner x reader #mikasa ackerman #mikasa x reader #armin arlert #armin x reader #headcanons #fluff #attack on titan

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aengelren · 5 months

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her treatment is testament of misogyny

#y’all love Eren even though killing 80% of the population but she’s the one who irks you?#is it so wrong to be a girl who survived instead of givinf ip her life? is it so wrong to love? like what is y’all’s issue with her #inner misogyny is crazy i don’t understand because she’s thematically 10 times more relevant than let’s say Levi yet he doesn’t get that #treatment?#y’all love Reiner and every other male character even flat ass characters but then comes Mikasa who is the embodiment of freedom and you-#-start frothing at the mouth? tf #reevaluate

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kissagii · 2 years

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𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕣𝕒𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞

featuring annie, mikasa, sasha, and hange.

reader is gender neutral so anyone can enjoy <3

warnings: none

annie doesn't mind that you try to draw her while she's working out. of course, she thinks you're crazy for trying to draw a moving target, but she won't stop you. once you get past the fact that a moving human is very hard to draw, there's a lot of opportunity for dynamic poses. the final product is definitely worth the slow and painful process. "didn't think you'd be able to do it," she says, looking over you shoulder, "it looks nice." then she gives you kiss on the cheek and walks away

the ideal drawing reference is mikasa. she stays very still, holding whatever pose you ask for with ease. you have a calm conversation about whatever comes to mind, anything from the weather to your deepest secrets. there's probably calm music playing, matching the serene beauty of the woman that is mikasa. of course the drawing is the most beautiful thing you've ever created and she's just in awe of your skill. the whole process is wholesome bonding time and it might become a regular thing

sasha is so very excited. like, can't sit still, bouncing up and down, super chatty excited. you have to tell her to stay still a few times, but eventually give up, since she goes back to being energetic within a minute or two anyways. she's got this big dorky grin on her face, the sort that's always contagious, and you're so glad you can immortalize it. she will treasure this drawing forever... if she can get it from you. she will absolutely try to draw you in return and, while it's a bit of a mess, it is now your prized possession.

hange tries their best to be a good model, they really do. but they've got a little too much energy, so there's a lot of slight position adjustments. you had to redraw one arm like three times. you let them ramble to you about whatever they're researching, only half listening and hardly ever responding but thoroughly enjoying the sound of their voice. when you tell them to stop talking so you can draw their face they look so offended, before realizing why you asked and making a silly face just to annoy you. they're totally in awe of the finished product. "it's a little me made of lead! how do you do that?!"

might make a part two with some of the boys... but who?

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smilingmikasa · 2 years

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Some male Mikasa doodles. I recently published ch.50 of the fanfic but I’m not sure if I’ll be able to post this weekend :( Season 3 pt2 is turning out to be more difficult to write than I thought. I’m still planning out the timeline and school is about to start in a few weeks. If I’m not able to post chapters then I’ll try to feed y’all some m!Mikasa art 😭

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ridingtorohan · 7 months

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𓇻 ft. jealous mikasa x gn reader. 𓇻 au. friends to lovers, can be read as modern or canon setting. you've agreed to run a kissing booth. Mikasa is, oddly enough, not as receptive to this idea as you are. 𓇻 enjoy! feel free to like, share, reblog or send in asks! ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‎‏‏‎read on ao3! - masterlist - join the taglist!

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"No."

Hearing that one syllable, you let out a slow, resigned sigh. Mikasa stood to your right, brows knitted together, mouth pulled tight into a thin line. Your own eyebrows raised, unperturbed.

"It's not really your decision, Mikasa."

It really wasn't; nor was it any of her business. Mikasa had always been tight-lipped and serious, dutiful to her own responsibilities. You'd think she'd have taken a shine to your own iniative. Everyone knew how badly your division needed the funds. As juvenile as it was, a kissing booth seemed reasonable. Especially with the festivities. Rather, not too long ago, Mikasa had been put in a similar position- though far less willing.

Even now, you could recall how she looked at the Christmas party a few months back. How her pale skin lit under the festive hues, greens and reds dancing over her cheeks. How she stood standing beneath the archway, brows knitted just as they were now. Dressed in sleek black pants, white blouse that fit her broad shoulders, glass in hand.

You weren't sure whether Jean or Mikasa had been more disappointed when they caught each other under the mistletoe.

She has that same look now, barely concealed disgust curling at her mouth, lurking in the dark grey of her eyes. Which for anyone else looking at her, was scarce more than a shadow around the corner of her lips.

"It's for a good cause." You shrugged, nonchalant and almost irritated by her reaction. Mikasa stood for a moment - never hovered, indecision was never something she did-- with eyes half-lidded and narrow in thought.

"Then I'll match it. Every donation," she said firmly, taking another step forward. Her hand rest low at your elbow, grip insistent. Warmth seeped through the fine linen of your shirt, fingers curled sharp over the dip of your arm.

You've been privy to Mikasa's protective ways, how she coddled Armin and Eren at every turn. Rarely she's turned it on you - and right now it was stifling. With a careful twist, you pulled your arm free, grip still firm on the consent papers you were asked to sign.

"It's not a big deal," you countered, a creep of annoyance crawled in and made a home in your tone. Mikasa's mouth twitched, dark eyebrows lowered over an equally dark expression.

"I see. Then you'll understand it's not a big deal when I spend my time at the booth." Mikasa's voice held firm, her gaze even more level when you turned. There was no room to brooker a disagreement; everyone knew how stubborn the Ackermans were, wielding ferocity in their bloods. Just as they held intimidation in their gaze.

With her brooding at the stand, you'd lose a great deal of customers. Nevermind the ones who specifically came to see her.

Stifled under her steely gaze, you turned away, expression twisted with a grimace. "Mikasa. Be serious. Most of the donors will be there for either you or Levi." Her presence at your side remained, every line of her body rigid and terse. You tacked on, willing for a low blow, "The Azumabito Clan will be there."

Finally, after an eternity, she turned her face away, cheek exposed. Wisps of hair fell across her cheek, shrouded her expression from view. Even from the corner of your eyes, you watched her, how the muscles in her jaw flexed, tense with the improper weight of this situation.

The memory of the Christmas party lingered; the fleeting kiss under the archway. How not once did her look shift, even when Jean pulled away, an equal grimace on his face. Not when Sasha bumped into her, cheeks rosy under the temptation of drink. Not when Eren or Levi avoided the archway like a plague while Mikasa stood vigil, totally not conspicious at all. Not even when her gaze once caught yours, too fleeting to be anything meaningful when you turned to enjoy the cheer.

At first you had admired her resolve and after a while it had been just sad. Even worse when her knuckles ghosted over the fabric of your shirt when you passed through. By then, it had been Floch who stood awkwardly there, in a futile attempt to weasel out of a kiss - even when at the time, all you had wanted to do was the feel the gloss of Mikasa's lips, her breath on your skin.

It was hard not to be bitter that night and even more bitter now, especially when it shouldn't matter to her.

Tongue pressed to the inside of your cheek, your next inhale was sharp and through your nose. Papers crinkled under your grip, freshly inked words smeared across your palm. You couldn't find yourself to care, not when Mikasa stood firm to the one thing that might, heaven forbid, not only let you help out your career but get over her.

After a moment, Mikasa's words returned, nearly as firm as the grip of her own knuckles, arms stiff at her side. Even frustrated, she was pretty, righteous in her cold fury. "I don't want to be there for them. They doesn't matter to me." Her eyes cut towards you, lines smoothed from her face.

The scent of perfume, sweat and hay became pronounced as she stepped towards you. As tall and broad as she was, she nearly cut an imposing figure. Shoulders angled forward, insistent in the tear of her gaze. A familiar glint of determination roosted in her eyes. This close, you could feel the ghost of her bodyheat as her fingertips brushed over your hip.

This close, it's impossible not to feel your heart freeze in your chest, how it skittered under the intensity of her gaze. You can't focus on anything but the shift of her palm over your body, the act familiar and intimate. When you swallow harshly, Mikasa's dark eyes flicked down, traced over the swell of your throat.

"If I attend, it will be for you." Her eyes traced over the lines of your face, from your eyes, down the slope of your nose and, impossibly, lingered on your mouth. "I don't want you kissing anyone else."

Her grip tightened, firm on your hip. "Not unless you want to."

All you can do is stare into her eyes, pools of intense and focused grey framed by thick, dark lashes. This close, you could spot the sun freckles that curved over her cheekbones and bridge of her nose. She meant it, you realized. Meant it with the same passion and conviction she used in every other aspect of her life.

Her gaze wavered and darted between your eyes. Your foot is nudged by the toe of her boot. Slowly, by fractions, her grip on your hip lessened before it left altogether. Phantom warmth lingered and for a moment, you could breathe again.

"And if that's what you want," she continued in a low tone. Her chest rose slightly, breathing deep and eyes unfathomably dark. Mikasa's gaze cut down this time, past your jaw, expression slowly knit together - guarded. "Then I won't bring it up again."

It takes another longer, tense moment to finally remember how to breathe. Your eyes caught on the curve of her face, cheeks darker now with - embarrassment? Want? With a harsh swallow, you asked, "You want to kiss me?"

Immediately, she nodded, chin tucked down and strands of black hair fell across her clear forehead. There's no shame in her expression, though the knuckles in her hands pop white, fingers curled inward. Then, as unfathomable as it is, you realize with a start that Mikasa was blushing - that the dark hue that coloured the base of her neck was the start of a flush.

It's not hard to think then, of every moment that lead to this. Of knuckles that brushed over paperwork, how close she stood at your back when she corrected your training stance. Each lingered gaze over books, how her expression eased by fractions every time you two spoke. Then, unwittingly, how her hand felt on the inside of your arm as you side-stepped her from under the mistletoe.

Had she been waiting for you there?

You breathe again with a starlight explosion in your chest. She liked you. Out of everyone that she knew, everyone who vyed for her attention - it was you that turned her head.

Heat washed up the length of your neck. It felt like your heart reacted faster to this realization than your mind could: it skipped a few beats and thundered in your chest.

Mikasa wanted to kiss you. She had been willing to spend her resources, as limited as they were, to actually get a chance to kiss you. That Mikasa didn't want to choose any other kissing booth over yours.

"Yes!" It's a single word spoken in a rush, air hot and thick in your throat. Reflectively, your fingers clenched and a low papery crunch sounded. Though her eyes remained on you, eyebrows hung low. Then the corners of her lips pulled into a frown and almond eyes squinted.

"...Okay."

With a start, you recalled the last words she had offered you. "Wait," you get out in a rush. A beat passed- one where you hesitated, papers in hand. Then it's got in the next and you shove the forms into your bag for later. You'll decide what role you'll want in the kissing booth after this.

"Wait, I meant yes, I want that. To kiss you, I mean."

It's a near instant reaction, her perception zeroing in on your baited breath, the sincerity in your voice. Tension smoothed out of her forehead, lines gone from around her mouth, each breath steady as it always was. And she stood, as she always did, with her body angled in your direction, in orbit around you.

"Yes?" She repeated, soft and low. Mikasa's expression shifted when you said it again. Then, when your fingertips traced over lax knuckles, tapped to the edge of her palm, she responded in kind, hand turned to let you lace your fingers together.

Noses bumped together as you leaned in, drawn in her orbit now, caught in the current that was all Mikasa Ackerman. Mint rolled over your face with each exhale. Strands of black velvety hair fell across your face.

'Vulnerable'. It's a strange word to apply to someone like her, even in a situation like this. But it's the one that twitched in your throat. Because that's what she is, in a moment like this. Exposed. How a smile overtook her face all at once, radiant and beautiful, her eyes no less intense but honest. This is a side that you've only glimpsed at, have seen or heard in dark candlelit libraries or under starblessed skies. This is the side of Mikasa reserved for you.

Then your breath was on her lips, air warmer than your face. Soft, plush lips brushed over yours, a little dry but not unpleasant. Nice, actually, especially in the instant when she breathed out a 'hm' against your mouth as your hands rested over her waist. This time, you guided her like she once did you.

Then her hands settled over your skin, over your waist and the dip of your shoulder, grounded you to her. Calloused fingertips felt like home. She kissed like she's never been kissed before, like all the tension that had ground up between you settled into this one moment.

There's a thousand currents that thundered through your brain, insistent and fast. All that numbed to one pinpoint: the brush of her lips against yours, insistent tug against your hip, her warm breath across your face. To feel her skin against yours, to know that nobody else would have this. That she wanted you.

And the resounding electric current under your skin that whispered, it had always been her. For the both of you, this moment would exist forever.

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