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st4rb3rr13s · 2 months

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Bestie

Mikasa and you are best friends!

Warnings: head, scissoring, & fingering

I realized I never made a fic about Mikasa? WTH?? She’s my wife 🤦🏾‍♀️

“Quiet.” Mikasa mumbled.

“I’m sorry, Mika, I can’t help it.” You giggled. Mikasa stared at you in disbelief. She couldn’t believe you, her best friend, couldn’t stop laughing at her emo phase. As if you were any better, having your phases. She never laughed in your face.

“Fine, laugh all you want. I’m going to bed.” Mikasa scoffed, quickly turning her body in the opposite direction.

“Mika.” You sang, wrapping your arms around her. You watched as her eyes closed, trying to sleep. You giggled before kissing her neck. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you upset.”

“Go to sleep.” Mikasa responded. Your wide smile showed no sense of remorse, knowing she wasn’t actually mad. You gave her one quick peck on the cheek before lifting your leg on top of hers.

It was normal to see the two of you cuddling to sleep, especially on sleepovers like this. People would always see you two together, never being separated and always needing to be dependent on each other. Most thought the two of you were dating and the people who knew you two weren’t dating teased you about getting together.

Mikasa and you were just very close friends, besties as you called each other. You could tell Mikasa anything and in return she could do the same thing back. She loved you more than words could describe it and you loved her back.

You started to stir in your sleep. Your body wanted to move, and did it feel good. You eyes slowly opened, seeing Mikasa suck on your clit. You moaned out loud, not realizing she had started. You quickly ran your acrylic nails through her scalp before pushing her head deeper into your cunt.

You two were so close, so close you two have fucked plenty of times before. At parties, sleepovers, hangouts, even at the mall. You two never got caught by anyone because you passed it off as fixing each other’s makeup even if it looked more ruined.

“Fuck, Mikasa!” You gasped.

“Sh, you’ll wake my neighbors.” Mikasa muttered, before eating you out.

Her tongue starts to lap up your cunt before her nose pushes up against your clit. She wanted everything you had to offer, and in return she'd give you the same treatment. Your legs widened even farther, giving her more access to go deeper.

Your newly clustered lashes (which she did herself) start to cling off as sweat and tears fall from your eyelids. Moans could be heard from the bedroom as she kept moving her face up and down, making her nose give friction to your pulsing clit.

Mikasa knew you were close, she could tell from the way your pussy relishes on her tongue. She quickly stopped, watching your chest heave heavily, tiredly looking at her.

“Mikasa.” You whined. The girl smiled before coming up to kiss you. You could taste yourself on your lips. Before you knew what was happening you felt your clit becoming pushed on to hers.

“While you were busy getting your pussy ate.” Mikasa moaned. You felt as her clit pushed back into yours, making you moan out. “I was playing with mine. You get me so wet sweetheart.”

“Mikasa.” You moan.

Her tongue quickly found purchase onto your chest, sucking on your right nipple while her left hand started to play with the other nipple. She kept rocking her hips into yours, conjoining both of your arousal together. Your eyes closed, feeling sensitive to the sensation.

You started to push her away, feeling a tightness in your abdomen. Her other hand held your arms above you, humping you faster. You couldn’t keep down your voice as her name echoed among her four walls. You could hear the bed header slam onto the wall multiple times, the mattress creaking with every swift movement.

“Mikasa, I’m cumming! Please!” You screamed, creaming over her pussy.

She let you ride your orgasm, humping your pussy while sucking harder on your tits. She watched as tears poured from your eyes. Immediate relief was felt, as you started to breathe heavily. Your eyes opened, still feeling calm when you noticed she hadn’t cum yet.

Her innocent state was caught off guard as soon as your finger started to rub fast circles on her clit. Her moans echoed through the apartment, her body laying on top of yours. You knew she was close, knew she couldn’t last long.

One thing about Mikasa, she can cum so easily. Her legs started to tremble as she became wetter and wetter. Her eyes were closed, as her lips tried to say something, tried to warn you but it was too late.

A snap switched from her stomach, yelling as she squirted all over your stomach. Her legs kept twitching as you kept playing with her clit, letting her orgasm keep going until she was completely drained. She panted, before resting her forehead on top of yours. Her sweet little giggle sang through the bedroom before getting up.

“Cmon, let’s take some baths.” Mikasa smiled.

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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".

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moirasdolly · 2 months

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Cuddling with Mikasa ᥫ᭡ ˖ ࣪

Contains: Fluff, cuddling, kissing, slight nsfw

Listening to ♪ ིྀ: Cologne - Beabadoobee

Notes: This is my first non Overwatch related hc post omg !! I hope you guys don’t mind me writing about other things :3 I’ve been loving Mikasa so much recently she is actually so gf

• She would definitely be big spoon. She seems like a protective lover, so I think she would just prefer to be the one holding you. If you wanted to be big spoon once in a while though she definitely wouldn’t mind. She would think it’s cute how you hold onto her from behind like a koala <3.

• I think instead of spooning she prefers the two of you to be facing each other though. She loves seeing your pretty face when you’re all serene and sleepy and content. She would have trouble keeping her hands to herself. Instead, she’d favor caressing your soft cheeks and tucking your hair behind your ear so she can see you better.

• You rambled on and on about one of the books you had been reading befor noticing Mikasa wasn’t fully paying attention. Instead she took an interest in stroking your cheek and memorizing every little detail of your face into her mind. “Baby…” You whine when you realize she’s not listening. “I’m sorry my love, you’re just too beautiful.” She answers quietly. You decide you can’t be too mad at her when she made your heart flutter like that.

• Morning cuddles, afternoon cuddles, night cuddles? It doesn’t matter she loves them all too much. As long as she’s holding you close she doesn’t care what time of day it is.

• When she’s cuddling with you are the times where she lets her guard down. She trusts you enough to end up falling asleep most of the time and it makes your heart soar. She looks so peaceful when she sleeps that sometimes you can’t help but snap a few pictures and keep them as your lockscreen. You eventually fall asleep with her though and indulge in some of the best sleep ever.

• When the two of you are watching a movie and cuddling she can’t help but try to distract you and plant soft, playful kisses anywhere she can. She loves leaving them on your neck, cheek, and forehead, but she loves your lips the most <3

• Mikasa was growing jealous of the movie that was snatching your attention away from her even though she was right there! She pulled you closer to her chest and began leaving small, but lingering kisses on the back of your neck. You knew exactly what she was trying to do and she knew it was easy to win you over, so you decided to tease her this time. Not reacting to those kisses might have been the most difficult task of your life, but you held it together. Even when she sucked little love bites into the tender flesh of your neck. You couldn’t ignore her when she tilted your head to face her though. She captured your lips in a heated kiss, and in no time the movie that once held your full attention was forgotten.

• She absolutely loves planting her strong, firm hands on your waist or hips when you cuddle too. She’ll massage and knees your soft skin there and try to draw out those little sighs of pleasure from you. They’re music to her ears.

• Overall although she might not look like she’s fond of cuddling, she’s loves it more than anyone.

#dolly headcanons ♡#mikasa ackerman #mikasa x reader #mikasa ackerman x reader #mikasa x female reader

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moraxrkive · 5 months

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ƞsʄw ɑlpɦɑbet witɦ: ɱiƙɑsɑ

cw: this whole post is nsfw, so yeah... title is self-explanatory, lol. canon!universe, post-war mikasa, sapphic mikasa, female!reader, feeding kink (?) (not really confirmed, but it is mentioned so...). MINORS AND NON-WLW DNI. a/n: i'm not from the US, so i had to search how to convert bra sizes, so i'm sorry if it's wrong, i'm not used to this way of measuring chest.

A - AFTERCARE

mikasa is really good at aftercare, always making sure to take care of you with whatever you need: water, snacks, a massage, and even a bath. you name it, she does it. her personal favorite is massages: she loves both massaging you and receiving massages, she loves the contrast between the previous sexual touches and these softer ones.

B - BODY PART

i personally believe her favorite body part on herself is her arms. after years of fighting (not to mention her ability to carry those thunder spears), her arms are pretty big. she secretly loves that it’s so easy to swoop you directly into her arms, and how easy it is to just pick you up whenever she feels like it.

when it comes to you, her favorite body part of yours is your thighs. i can 100% see her being a thighs person. she loves them, she loves to kiss, bite and grab them. dare i say, she has wet dreams specifically about your thighs, but she’ll never admit it out loud. she’s obsessed.

C - CUM

our dear mikasa is a little shy when it comes to cumming. she doesn't like to cum on your face, even if you say 100x it's ok, she just doesn't feel like it. she feels as if it would make you dirty, and, to her, sex is something to make you feel good. she only cums either against your pussy or on your fingers (curiously, she doesn't complain if you make her suck your cum-stained fingers. huh)

D - DIRTY TALK

i'm sorry to the fans of dirty talk out there, but our dear mikasa is not a fan of it. like i said, she thinks sex is something to make you feel good, to make you feel loved. she's not wrong, of course. that's why she absolutely refuses to call you anything degrading. the maximum she can do is something along the lines of "you look cute when you're desperate". do not expect more from here.

E - EXPERIENCE

dear mikasa is not experienced. with all the stress and trauma from the war, eren's death and just the overwhelming discover of how the world really is (consequently, how her whole life was a lie), her libido was pratically nonexistent. pratically. once in a blue moon, she would engage in some private time for herself, touching herself silently in the dark of the night, but still a virgin. you were her first and, honestly, she hopes you'll also be her last.

F - FAVORITE POSITION

100% scissoring. she loves the eye contact you two make during it. to mikasa, intimacy and romance are the most important parts of sex, so expect her to be clingy during it. also expect a lot of eye contact, she loves looking at you, seeing that she's the one making you feel good.

G - GOOFY

not goofy at all. mikasa takes sex very seriously, it's a very important part of your relationship. but i can't deny if you made a joke or two, she would let out a chuckle. only a chuckle, though.

H - HAIR

canonically speaking, i think none of the women in aot shave lmao. they have better priorities honestly. therefore, expect mikasa to have a black bush of hairs down there. they're relativately thin, comparing to how most pubic hairs are, but still there.

I - INTIMACY

mikasa LOVES intimacy. after killing the boy she had been loving for years, she started to prioritize intimacy in her life and, of course, that means total investment in her relationship with you. even when it comes to things not sex-related, she just wants to feel your love and show you how much she loves you. mikasa is a woman with a heart full of love, and how lucky you are for being the one she loves.

J - JACK OFF

previously, she didn't have the habit, like i mentioned before. after you two started dating, and the terrors of the war started to wear off, tiny bit by tiny bit, mikasa allowed herself to feel sexual desire again. so she rediscovered masturbation, and she doesn't regret it: it allows her to discover new spots on her body that send shivers down her spine, and she's happy to share her discoveries with you.

K - KINK

i don't really think mikasa is a kinky person. that doesn't mean she's not open to try new things with you, though. one thing she discovered she likes, for example, is overstimulation. she likes to see you begging for her to let you cum. she likes to know she's the one in control of your pleasure.

another thing i believe mikasa enjoys a lot is mirror sex. you're the first woman she's ever been with, don't blame her for being curious! she likes to see her fingers going in and out of you. she also enjoys to see you eating her out in the mirror. (she also secretly likes to see herself lost in pleasure. it reminds her of how all the nightmare is over now, and she can lower her guard and indulge herself in this but, hey, you'll never see her admiting this out loud.)

L - LOCATION

sex is for the house and the house only. mikasa is against doing it in public, or in any circumstance that might get you two caught. your sexual lives are for your eyes only, mikasa prefers to die than let anyone see you in such an intimate state.

that doesn't mean some hands here and there don't happen. when she's in a particular good mood, she can give your ass a squeeze or two, but nothing beyond that.

M - MOTIVATION

mikasa is still rediscovering her libido and her sexuality, so that's why she doesn't really have a specific reason to have sex with you. sure, sometimes you might wear something sexy to tease her, or bend down a little too much near her, but most of the time... perhaps just your presence is enough to get her going. she just wants to be with you in the most intimate way possible, so give her some love, will you?

N - NO

mikasa will never degrade you nor be rough with you. her life has been filled with violence since her childhood, demanding aggressiveness from her to simply survive. ever since the end of the rumbling, mikasa promised to herself she would never be violent again, only if she deemed extremely necessary, and you are the last person in the whole world she ever wants to do something violent with.

O - ORAL

mikasa LOVES oral!!! both receiving and giving. she was a little bit intimated at first, not only because she was a virgin, but also because she was performing oral on another woman! she felt like she needed to know what to do, since she's also a woman, but you calmed her down and guided her. since then, mikasa got hooked.

when she's giving, she loves the way you squirm under her, it makes her feel proud of herself, since she's the one making you feel so good. she likes seeing you so relaxed and letting go.

when she's receiving, she likes to hold your hand. it's a reminder that you are the one making her feel good. it's also a reminder to herself, how she can allow herself to let go and break free from all the mental strains she has.

P - PACE

mikasa likes long-duration sex, so she's not rushing anything. dear mikasa takes her time taking off your clothes, kissing your body and caressing it. to her, you're a work of art, and she's glad she's the one who has the privilege to appreciate you with eyes, hands and mouth. you can bet she'll take her sweet time going through your body.

Q - QUICKIES

with that being said... she hates quickies. you two tried doing it once, and she hated it. she hated how rushed and messy it was, not to mention she didn't get to appreciate your body the way it deserves to be. so, no, mikasa doesn't tolerate quickies.

R - RISK

not taking any risk. mikasa is a very private and quiet person, but she's also very jealous. the mix of all these 3 traits are the reason you two won't do anything outside the house, not even on your backyard. sex belongs only inside the house, more specifically in your bed.

S - STAMINA

mikasa is an ex-soldier, you know she has stamina. even if the war has worn off of her and her belly is a little chubbier rather than the hard abs she had in the past, her stamina is still there. she can easily handle 4, maybe 5 rounds before she needs to stop to catch a breath, but, of course, if you can't handle all of those, she's not going to force you.

T - TOYS

toys are not her priority in the bedroom, but I can't see why she wouldn't enjoy them. you are the one who brings toys to sex, and she's not opposed to it. she likes seeing their different features, and also the different reactions they can get out of you.

she wouldn't be opposed to you using some toys on her, of course. just don't expect it to happen frequently.

U - UNFAIR

out of the two of you, you're the one who teases her honestly. 99% of the time, it's your doing, but that 1%... that 1% it's when mikasa is feeling really needy. it's when she puts on revealing clothes and bends down in front of you, making sure you can see her boobs perfectly. she also sits on your lap and innocently grinds against you.

she doesn't tease you often, but when she does... you're in for a long ride.

V - VOLUME

mikasa is pretty vocal in bed. she doesn't moan loudly, she's vocal in the meaning of always telling you that "you fell so good, love" or letting you know that you're doing something she's enjoying a lot. poor girl can't keep her mouth shut, she'll always be praising you, telling you how much she loves you and how good she feels.

W - WILD CARD

"m-mikasa..." you moan as you feel her featherlight touches on your neck, just the tip of her fingers. she purposely scratches your neck with her trimmed nails, just to see you shiver.

"shh, my love, take another one" she says, pushing a grape against your lips. she watches as your eyes get half lidded, taking the grape inside and grazing your teeth against the tip of her fingers.

mikasa has you sitting down on a chair. she's sitting on your lap, feeding you grapes. oh, and you're both naked. and she also has your hands tied behind your back.

"that's it... you're doing good, such a good girl for me" she whispers against your ear, kissing right under it, on that spot she knows it's so sensitive and makes you gasp and arch your body towards her.

you're breathless. you have no idea how long it has been since this little teasing game of hers began, all you know is how frustrated you feel right now. you can feel your neglected pussy aching between your legs, begging for attention.

you never took her as the type to have a feeding kink.

eh, maybe she doesn't even have it. maybe she's just in the mood to tease you.

"mika..." you whine once she puts another grape against your lips, silently demanding you to open them up. "p-please..." at this point, you don't even know what you're begging for. you just need her to do anything, anything at all.

"I know my love, I know" she kisses your neck "but you've been acting so good, you can handle more for me, can't you? you're my good girl, aren't you?"

just between us, you have no idea if you can handle more teasing, but hey, you'll never know if you never try.

X - X-RAY

mikasa has big breasts, easily 42C. she's very neutral about them, but you? oh, you make up for it. always buring your head on her chest and lapping at them. it makes her flustrered and shy but, hey, it's her fault for having such big boobs, right? how can you act normally when it looks like they are staring at you and begging you to suck them! as for her pussy, it's hairy, like i mentioned. it has a pretty pink color, lips not too big or too small, just the perfect size. her clit is on the bigger side, which makes things more interesting for the both of you, giving how easy it is to stimulate her.

Y - YEARNING

you two have a healthy sex life, and have sex surprisingly frequently. 3x a week, even 5x a week if one of you is feeling needy. the best thing is when both of you get needy at the same time: you'll have sex literally everyday. the only time things die down a little is when mikasa or you get a period. she used to be embarassed to have sex when she was on her period, saying "it's disgusting" or "i'll get the bed dirty". but, once you tried it, she saw how it soothed her cramps, and - since she was sensible - how the sensations were enhanced. so now, you two are not against having sex while on your periods anymore.

Z - ZZZ

our pretty girl falls asleep easily after sex lol. do not be fooled, she's not trying to avoid pillow talk (she loves them), her body is just asking her to find comfort in your cuddle. mikasa likes to fall asleep right after sex because she enjoys feeling the warmth of your body pressed against hers. she truly thinks your arms are her real home, and who are you to say they aren't?

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tatiam-x · 6 months

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Learn to please

Mikasa Ackerman x Female Reader

TW: lesbian sex, vaginal fingering, loss of virginity, teasing, oral sex, sex

I'm rewatching Shingeki no Kyojin and am obsessing with Mikasa so I'm writing religiously about her.

This fic turned out to be a lot softer than I thought considering my usual rough style of writing, but I thought this would be how it would play out in their universe.

“So you don’t know how to have sex?” you question in disbelief, but suppress the shock in your tone and reduce the impact of your words. Sure, you can understand that Mikasa hasn’t learned how to do such sinful actions while fighting the chaos of the world. So you decide that, with your own capabilities, this would be a way to make the world a little less cruel for her.

Her cheeks turn pink at your accusation, and she looks at the ground in shame. “...no.”

She says this quietly with hesitation, her hand scratching her arm in a nervous habit. You smile softly at her, padding towards her to fondly touch her shoulder. “It’s okay, Mikasa. It’s completely normal,” you reassure her, and she brings those wide, dark eyes to yours which makes your heart skip a beat.

“Do you want me to teach you?”

The question comes out of your mouth without a thought, and once you say it, you immediately cringe in regret; this could turn out bad.

For a moment, she searches your eyes with wonder. Such innocent curiosity that glimmers in the night of her eyes, and for a second you feel tension between the two of you; you can tell it’s not a hostile or awkward tension.

“If… that’s okay with you,” she says softly, her eyes widening and you notice them become a shade or two darker. Brushing your observation off, you nod in agreement.

You back away from her, looking behind you to make sure you’re at the foot of the bed. Seating yourself at the edge, you start to strip yourself. You figure it would make this whole teaching thing visually valuable.

“W - what are you doing?” she exclaims, immediately turning around when you start to take off your bra. You chuckle in amusement, covering your mouth as she refuses to look at you. “Mikasa, it’s okay. I’m here to teach you, remember? This will make it easier.”

She stays silent for a moment, reluctantly turning around at your reassurance. As soon as she does, she looks down to your chest, and you try not to let yourself get flustered with how shameless it is. You feel yourself get unintentionally wet, and you have to remind yourself that she isn’t interested in you.

Squeezing your thighs together, you slip off your panties, locking your eyes with her as she watches you slide them off your legs. You hear her exhale, and she meets your eyes with a visible blush.

Your attempts at trying to brush off her small signs of attraction are getting harder to defend, but you figure that she’s just curious, right?

“The most important purpose of this, in my opinion, is to get as much pleasure for yourself. No matter who it’s with.” You speak, ghosting your hands on your thighs in anticipation. You can already feel the ache between your thighs, pleading to be fucked. With this sentence, you want to remind her that she deserves as much enjoyment that she needs. She’s special, so she should have anything she desires.

She simply blinks at you, silently urging you to continue. “So, do you know the feeling between your thighs,” you pause, taking in a deep breath to not let yourself get aroused by her. “When you look or think about someone? It’s like a jolt of electricity and it starts to beat like your heart.”

Mikasa’s face turns a deep red, and you quirk an eyebrow in curiosity. “How… how did you know that?” Her blush is something to die for.

You take a moment, not wanting to reveal that she’s the one who gives you that feeling. “Because everyone has that feeling when they like someone.”

She stares at you as if she’s had some deep awakening. It’s silent for a moment, and you decide to break it by continuing. Spreading your thighs to let her observe you, you cringe at the sound of your labia peeling due to the wetness that gathered in your cunt. You feel relieved that she doesn’t recognize what that means.

“You can relieve that feeling, if it feels sexual. Like you’re excited,” you explain, teasing your folds and exhaling deeply with your fingers this close to your aching cunt. You then realize that she might be too far away to even see what you’re doing. She seems frozen in place, her eyes focusing intensely on where your hands are. Her chest heaves noticeably, and you wonder if she’s scared.

“Come closer. It’s alright, I don’t mind you watching,” you smile at her, and she hesitates for a movement before walking towards you. You look up at her, and you blush at how she looms over you. Fuck, if only she knew how much you want her.

She’s about a foot away from you, and she sits on her ankles so she’s at level with your pussy. You shiver, almost insecure with how full of a view she has of you in this position. You catch her staring at your exposed pussy, and when she realizes you’re looking at her, she looks away in embarrassment.

You lean over to catch her chin in your fingers, gently guiding her to face you as you say, “I’m here to teach you, remember? This is for you, I’m okay with this.”

She briefly doesn’t meet your eyes, but then when she does, her eyes glint with something you don’t recognize. “Okay.”

Letting go of her chin, you return your hand between your thighs, focusing on where to put your fingers. “When you… touch yourself, you want to hit a spot that makes you feel good,” you state, sliding your fingers down to your slit. Your breathing gets shallow, but you try to control yourself as much as possible. Your hips roll into the bed, forcing yourself to make the movement minimal to not raise any alarm. With your hand almost on your clit, with the way she looks at your pussy so intensely, all of it makes you just want to lose yourself.

“You want to touch… h - here,” you gasp, biting your lip to suppress another sound as your fingers dive into your clit. You look down to see Mikasa looking at you with her mouth parted, her cheeks red and her hands clenching on her thighs.

“Are you… okay?” she questions. Her breathing seems ragged, irregular as she says this.

You pump your fingers into yourself, barely able to form words as you say, “yeah… just feels good.” You let out a quiet whine, your hips fucking up into your hand as pleasure spreads throughout your body. You hear her breath hitch, and you realize you have to keep talking to her through this.

“You should move your fingers in and out of yourself,” you manage to breathe out, your fingers acting on your words. “Or you can just… rub that area.”

You refuse to look at her to avoid sending yourself over the edge; she’s the one you're thinking of as you touch yourself, after all. “And if you curl your fingers up…” you start to say, and when your fingers curl up into yourself, you let a moan slip out at the feeling as your fingers find your g-spot. “Fuck.”

You try to be subtle about it, but with how good your fingers feel in your dripping pussy, you can’t control yourself.

“Feels good?” you hear her say, and you stop to look at her in the aroused state you're in. Her tone is almost smug, and your eyes widen as you realize she’s rubbing herself with her hand under her pants. Her cheeks are tinted pink, her teeth bite her lip, her breathing is labored, her eyes are dark, and her body involuntarily rocks into her hand.

You moan at the sight, your fingers seemingly moving into yourself on their own. “Yeah,” you whine, feeling so fucked out by that pretty view of her. And then you stop yourself again when you realize that she’s touching herself to the sight of you.

“Mikasa…” you marvel at her, your eyes half-lidded with lust.

“It feels good…” she whines, her eyes closing and soft moans elicit from that pretty mouth of hers. “You… you’re so good.”

You almost come undone when she says this, and you hear her gasp right after. The sound of her hand slapping her mouth breaks the shocked atmosphere between the two of you.

“S - sorry…” she murmurs, taking her hand out of her pants and looking shamefully at the ground. “I should probably go…”

You stare at her, shock preventing you from speaking. Did she just… touch herself to you?

“W - wait!” you call out to her as she stands up, and she looks at you questionably. Her eyes are brimmed with guilt, and she fidgets with her hands anxiously. “I’m sorry… it was selfish of me to bring my feelings for you into this.”

You confess hesitantly, but you don’t want her to feel guilty for something you caused.

“You… have feelings for me?” she asks, her movements halting.

“Yes… I’m sorry, Mikasa. You can leave now. I just wanted to ease a little of your pain.”

She falls silent. You have to choke down the lump in your throat that threatened to emerge, blinking away the blurriness in your eyes. Then she does something completely out of character, completely the opposite of your expectations: she laughs.

Your eyes widen at her, uneasy at her reaction.

“Just being with you eases my pain,” she expresses, moving towards you once more. “I have feelings for you, too. I just never said anything because… I didn’t want to lose you.”

“Mikasa…” you gape at her, in complete awe. She has feelings for you. Mikasa Ackerman has feelings for you. “You won’t lose me. No matter what.” You declare it because it’s true. You declare it because you mean it; you want to dedicate your heart to her.

She lets out what you depict to be a scoff of joy, and her teeth bare in a beautiful enrapturing smile. In this moment, you’re certain that you’re in the presence of an angel. What did you do to deserve such a perfect human being?

She stands right in front of you, leaning down to close her lips onto yours. You sigh contently into her kiss, reaching up to cup her jaw. It’s only when her hands settle on your bare waist that reminds you that you’re completely naked.

“Mm - Mikasa,” you moan into her lips, but you pull your lips away from her to speak. She’s panting, her eyes wild with lust. That look in her eye changes to concern, however, as you pull away.

“What is it? Do you want me to stop?” she asks, her eyelids fluttering in panic.

“No, no. I just wanted to make sure you’re okay with this,” you look up at her, resisting the urge to pull her down on top of you and ruin her.

“Didn’t you say you wanted to teach me?” she smirks, tilting your chin up to her. You squirm, rubbing your thighs together in arousal.

“Yes…”

“Then teach me. Show me how to feel good,” she orders, and at her command, you pull her towards you into a heated kiss. Who knew she could be such a devil. You wrap your hands around her neck, pulling her down with you on the bed. She straddles your lap, quickly taking off her shirt. You stare at her lean torso in awe, groaning when you imagine tasting her with those abs in sight.

“Like what you see?” she teases, swiftly taking off her bra. She leaves at a complete loss for words, your eyes gluing to her chest. You’re tempted to reach up and fondle them, but you decide to wait for her to be completely naked.

A blush forms on ur face, muttering, “yeah,” in response. It’s an understatement, what she says, because you worship what you see.

Your hips thrust up into her, the ache between your thighs reemerging; you want her to touch you, you want all of her and only her. She gasps when you do, her hands gripping your abdomen to stabilize herself.

“Take off your pants,” you pant, wanting to feel her bare cunt against your body. You stop moving your hips to give her time to take them off. She unbuttons her pants, tantalizingly pulling them off her; though, it’s a struggle for her to take them off while she’s on her knees. You watch with eager eyes, eyeing her panties since it’s the last article of clothing left.

You can’t resist the urge to take them off for yourself, your hungry hands grabbing the waistband of her panties and curling your fingers in. You look up at her; she looks at you so desperately. You’ve never seen her like this, so vulnerable and lustful. It makes you feel so… powerful.

You pull her panties towards you, releasing it to allow it to slap on her skin. She yelps, eyeing you with surprise. You grin, giggling at her reaction.

She shakes her head at you, and then her eyes show a sudden playfulness. You raise an eyebrow, wondering what’s on her mind. “Try to get these off me.”

A simple request from her – no, a challenge – that reflects that playfulness in you. You smirk at her, gripping her waist as you sit her back down on your stomach. You figure she won’t let you touch anywhere near her panties, so you sit up to kiss her. She returns the kiss, making you swipe your tongue against her bottom lip.

She stiffens in your touch, the feeling of your tongue foreign to her. You don’t even need to tell her to open her mouth because her tongue eagerly meets your own, and you hear her moan softly at the contact.

Taking advantage of her distraction, you flip her over so she’s on her back, keeping your mouth on hers. You can tell she’s slightly winded by the way her breath hitches. Her hands snake to wrap around your neck, pressing you down towards her. Your thighs are on either side of her, trapping her body between you.

You kiss down to her jaw, then to her neck, and a soft whine slips out of her when you do.

“Feels good?” you rasp against her neck, and she yelps when you take her skin in between her teeth. You want her to remember this for a while.

“Y - yeah,” she whines, her breathing labored.

You smile against her neck, giving gentle, passionate kisses down to her collarbone. You bite a spot above her collarbone, her hands gripping your hair tightly at the feeling.

Your kisses trail down to her breast, and you peek up at her to see her face twisted with pleasure, her eyes already watching you with such hunger.

You keep your eyes on her as your mouth latches onto her nipple, sucking her bud gently.

“Oh,” she gasps, feeling her body jolt under you.

Your tongue swirls around her nipple, your other hand massaging her other breast.

“Feels good,” she moans, panting with the way you’re pleasing her.

You hum in response, enjoying the way she squirms under you. You give the same treatment to her other breast, doing the same thing with your tongue and soft whines come out of her.

Once you’re done, you go back up to kiss her lovingly, your heart bursting with happiness as she lets you take control of her.

Soft hands cup your jaw, a sigh falling from her lips into yours. You take her hands in yours, tenderly kissing them both before pinning them above her head with one hand.

You sit back and take your gaze over her exposed, vulnerable body, your bare cunt heating in arousal as it makes contact with her abdomen. “You’re beautiful.”

She is beautiful. So astonishingly beautiful. You’re the only one who can see her like this, completely under your control. Her face turns red, and her hands wriggle in your grip.

You feel her hips roll up to you, and you whine at the feeling of her rubbing against your cunt. You start to rock your hips against her, exhaling in ecstasy that makes your head throw back and close your eyes at the contact. It’s cute that she’s mimicking what you do to her.

She breaks out of your hand to grab your waist, squeezing and pushing her hips harder up to you.

“Mikasa,” you gasp, your hands bracing against her chest to stabilize yourself with the force of her movements.

“Feels good?” she grunts, smirking at you but in awe of you fucking yourself on her stomach.

“Yes,” you moan, your grip tightening on her breasts that you didn’t know you were grabbing. She moans at you, moving your hips faster into her.

You feel a familiar jolt in your cunt, the friction between your thighs taking control of you. It feels so good, she fucks you so good it leaves you a moaning mess. You’re gasping, completely driven insane by her momentum, of her moans that lead you higher and higher.

“Oh… Mikasa… k - keep going,” you whine, feeling your clit rub deliciously against her skin. You feel heat build in your core, your moans getting higher and louder as you chase your high. You arch your back as you’re completely engulfed in pleasure, her name endlessly eliciting from you.

“Mikasa, I’m… coming,” you cry out, and your high hits you so hard that your whole body jerks forward as waves of pleasure wash throughout your body, making loud, lewd moans come out. She stops once your body stills, and you feel your cream drip down to her stomach. You catch your breath, closing your eyes since you’re still dazed from your overwhelming orgasm.

“What… what happened?” Mikasa voices, and you snap your focus back onto her, relaxing your grip on her chest and you wince with how your hands feel stiff. You look at her, but she doesn’t seem panicked or concerned; her eyes are dark with arousal, biting her lip at you with interest. You remember she probably hasn’t even had an orgasm before.

“Oh… right,” you say weakly, embarrassed with how confusing your orgasm might have looked. “That was an orgasm.”

When she raises an eyebrow at you to question again, you answer for her. “When, um… when you feel really good, good enough that you feel this pressure of heat build in you, it makes you reach your climax and you release. That’s what… coming means.”

You feel funny saying that to a grown woman.

She stares at you for a moment before bluntly saying, “make me do it.”

You blink at her, slightly surprised by her command. Eagerly, you sink down her body and tug down her panties, ignoring the uncomfortable sticky substance between your thighs. Once they’re off, you exhale at the picture of her naked body. She looks at you impatiently, and you can see arousal leaking from her pussy.

You snicker, feeling smug as you say, “you’re already wet.”

Puzzled, she tilts her head at you. Cute.

“When you’re sexually aroused, you get wet… or to say it scientifically, females typically release this lubrication to help with friction,” you explain, your heart warming at how wholesome this moment seems.

She nods her head in understanding. “Oh…”

Her face turns a deep red as if she just noticed that she’s wet because of you. You giggle at her, placing your hands on her inner thighs and gliding them up and down the length of her femur.

“So you want me to make you come?” you grin at her, bringing her back to her previous command.

“Yeah… I want to feel it,” she admits shyly, and you notice her hips rolling into the bed. Her cunt glistens, the thought of her taste making your mouth water.

Before you give her what she wants, you want something from her first. “Beg for it.”

It’s most likely the first time that anyone’s ever requested such a thing, making her beg for something she wants. You smile in amusement as her eyebrows furrow at you, hardening her gaze in what you guess is a glare.

You say nothing, waiting for her to comply. You want to hear Mikasa Ackerman, the strongest woman you know, to beg for you. For you and only you.

You continue to tease her, tracing around her inner thighs, going up to her hips, to her folds. You lean down and kiss her thighs, getting closer and closer to her cunt. She whines, her hands grabbing your hair to try to push you into her pussy, but you tense your head to prevent her from moving you.

“Please…” she whimpers just barely above a whisper, and you perk up at her in surprise. You asked for it, but you didn’t actually believe that she would.

“What was that?” you taunt, daring her to show you just how desperate she is.

She groans restlessly, attempting to roll her hips up to your face. “Please make me come…”

It comes out as a plea, this time it’s louder. It’s so hot coming out of Mikasa’s mouth, hot enough for your own cunt to beg for more. That’s enough for you to wrap your arms around her thighs, keeping them spread while you dip your head to her leaking cunt.

“Fuck!” she cries out as you lick a long stripe along her slit, just barely grazing her clit. You moan at her taste, at her touch on your hair, at the sound of her whines. She makes you want to fuck her until she passes out.

You dig your tongue into her pussy to find her clit, and you lap deeply in her, slowly curling your tongue up and pulling out. She moans your name, gasping, whining, squirming at the way your tongue fucks her. It’s a beautiful sight, you think, that makes the world a beautiful place.

Her face twists with pleasure, her mouth open as whines and moans fall out, her abdomen tense and her back arches off the bed. Her chest pops out, nipples perked and her face is hot, the room is hot.

You flick your tongue faster into her, making sure to sharply curl it to hit the roof of her clit. She tastes so good. You wish you could taste her like this for the rest of your life.

“Oh, fuck,” she moans, her fingers tugging at your hair that makes a moan vibrate into her cunt. “It feels… so good.”

Your mouth sucks her clit, bringing one hand up to her pussy and sliding two fingers smoothly into her wet, sopping cunt. She screams your name, and you moan out to her in response, watching her body flex under you.

You pace quickens, your fingers curling up into her and wet noises sound from her pussy. It drives you insane.

Just by the curl of your fingers, you know you’ve hit the right spot when she cries, “Oh!”

Her walls tighten around you, feeling her contract. She’s close. You moan into her again, hearing her whines get higher in pitch. It’s like a song from an angel.

“I - think I’m…”

With a loud, broken moan of your name, she comes, her head throwing back against the bed as her hips buck into your face, and you continue fucking her through her high and stop when she slows.

Removing yourself from her, you sit up, the both of you catching your breath. Your chin is wet with her arousal, your tongue relishing the taste of her. You’ve never experienced something more beautiful, more perfect than this.

You lean over to her, finding her eyes glazed on the ceiling as she recovers. You kiss her gently, cupping her jaw while stroking her cheek with your thumb. You run your thumb over the scar under her right eye, tracing it gently.

“How’d it feel?” you inquire as you break away from her, meeting her eyes dreamily.

“Breathtaking,” she gawks at you, reaching up to kiss you again.

You smile against her lips, chuckling lightly. “I’m glad you learned how to be pleased.”

She cups your jaw with her hands as she pulls away, revealing a genuine, blissful smile.

“Thank you… I can’t thank you enough,” she flushes, wrapping her hands around your neck.

You say nothing, kissing her to silently say “you’re welcome.”

“Come on, we should get some sleep,” you roll to the side, bringing her chin to meet you in a kiss.

“Turn over first. I want to hold you,” she murmurs against your lips. You blush, your heart melting at her. You comply, facing away from her. You feel her legs tangle with yours, her arm wrapping delicately around your waist. She kisses the back of your neck. Your cheeks hurt from smiling so much.

“Goodnight, Mikasa,” you whisper, intertwining your hand with hers at your waist.

“Goodnight, my beautiful girl.”

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mxiaogod · 1 year

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— 13. [TERCEIRA] MIKASA ACKERMAN AU X FEM! AFAB READER

Warnings : OLDER MIKASA! Infidelity, lap dance, masturbation, gun play, drinking, NSFW (DNI IF YOU AREN’T 18+)

A/N: I'd fist fight that bitch eren for this mf.

— Your phone rings for the third time, buzzing on your pillow beside your head as you watch your husband get ready for work, you catch a glimpse of the caller ID, Mikasa, sending a pleasurable zap down the length of your spine. Your husband was an influential person, and bodyguards were not new to you, you had gone through a lot of them before your husband deemed you were relevant enough to assign you one of the Ackermans, the finest in their league.

"Who's calling you? " He inquires, and you respond, "Book club, I was scheduled to go today but I'm feeling under the weather," with a sickeningly sweet grin. You weren’t supposed to be in contact with her, you both signed an NCA, your husband was the only one who got to make calls.

You answer the phone on the third ring, "It's your day off today," you say low, your voice tinged with feigned displeasure. You turn your back on your spouse, facing the other side of the room, enough to allow you privacy for your conversation. "I'm aware," she responded.

“Why do you keep calling?” You hushed, “Hm, why do you keep answering?” She retorted with a low laugh and you blanked.

“Come on, are you really going to put me off again? You get like this every time.” She said, her voice strained and annoyed. “We both know you’re going to cave in for me, every fucking time.” She adds.

“Stop-” Before you could process a response, she spoke again. “Your husband is in the room with you, isn’t he?”

"Yes." You kept your response brief. "I'm guessing you told him it was book club? " She chuckled at your revelation, before you heard shuffling around, and she said, "I'll do the talking then? I feel like reminiscing today, shall we? " You didn't get the chance to disagree because she continued speaking.

"Do you realize how much I miss you? " She stops and takes a deep breath. "I'll never forget the third day of working for you, baby." You sat up on the bed, phone buried between your ears and shoulders.

You hum as a response as you pick the scab on your nails. “It happened so fast, don't you remember? You snuck off on me, went to a club and I found you, I always will.”

“After I found you, you looked so- carefree, so I sat down with you and played three rounds of black jack with you, I kept winning and in exchange you gave me a lap dance.” You hear ice clink against a glass, she’s drinking, you figured. “The most unforgettable and expensive lap dance of my life.” You remembered, vividly even, she was going to take it easy on you and make you win, but after you had tipsily offered her a lap dance as a joke, she made it her life goal to win against you.

"Do you want a lap dance from me? " You mumbled tipsily, giggling like a schoolgirl. Mikasa glanced at you, resting on the velvet sofa of the vip area, you thanked your husband for the ridiculous panty dropper uniforms your body guards wore, tailored suits and ties, her combat boots seeming mismatched against the red carpeted flooring of the club, inked skin protruding out of her unbuttoned dress shirt and rolled up sleeves.

"Sure" she played off, pretending she was cool but on the inside, she never realized winning black jack by card counting could feel so rewarding.

You placed your pointer finger on the side of your lips, thinking. “Oh! But it’s going to cost you.” you exclaimed, and she scoffed, a smirk painting her lips.

“I don’t know sweet girl, seems a little unfair to me, considering you owe me 500 dollars after losing.”

“But I’ll take your offer.” She said, lithe fingers loosening her tie, her short dark hair messily framing her face after losing her mind searching for you. Pouty lips so kissable as she wets them with her tongue, silver glinting against the mundane lights.

The already sensual music helped you figure the flow of your body, a satin dress a tad bit short for your milky thighs tested Mikasa’s self control. She was a very patient woman, but you, you were her doom, her divinity.

You grinded on her lap, kissed her neck even and pulled away taking a lungful of oxygen away from her. You swayed your body along to the music that made Mikasa snap. You were so beautiful, the epitome of her downfall.

She lost three grand that night, all because you were so demanding, but she was willing to give you any money you wanted for your dance to last as long as she wanted before giving in to her desires.

You were bare, laying on the cold glass center table in no time, pierced tongue flicking against your clit, the cold ball enhancing the pleasure of her pointed tongue bringing tears to your eyes. Dulcet moans bouncing against the velvet walls, your warm palm clutching a bundle of her hair, the pull making her hiss.

She stands up, running her gaze from your face, before dropping her head down and sucking your nipples until they’re so swollen and drenched with her saliva, your lip is caught between your teeth, red and inviting.

She untucks the gun from her waistband, before placing the cold barrel on the under of your jaw and your eyes immediately widen.

“No fingers for you yeah? Only my gun, this is for running away from me, bad girls don’t deserve my fingers.” The cold barrel dragging along the center of your body, to your sternum down to your navel, before making contact with your swollen clit.

Drenched in your own fluid, the contrast of the cold barrel and the searing pleasure on your clit made you gasp, and pull away, but Mikasa’s free arm was wrapped around the plush of your thigh, preventing you from running away.

“Shh” She cooes, as she lubricates the muzzle with your wetness, dripping down and webbing on your skin, onto the glass table.

“Gonna fuck this pussy until s’ the shape of my gun.”

She retells the entire ordeal exactly how it went down, from the scent you were wearing, down to the brand of your clothing and heels.

You'd already transferred to the guest room, swiftly sliding your chemise up your breast and shoving your hand down your lace underwear, fingers feverishly pressing on your clit, but it was pointless; Mikasa was the only one who could do it, not even your husband.

It was as if she had branded you, as if she owned you. You were untouchable while under Mikasa Ackerman's care, and that made you feel privileged and treasured.

Your tiny gasps engulfs Mikasa’s ears as she takes a long drag of her cigarette, “Aw baby, are you touching yourself? Let me hear it.” She urges, and you let your moans escape freely, it’s like she can feel your hot pants of breaths ghosting the shell of her ears.

“Come on love, you can do it, yeah? Make yourself come for me.” And you circle your clit even faster, one finger entering the warmth of your pussy. Mikasa swore she could get to you in three minutes tops despite being far away from you, the squelches of your pussy resounding against the speaker of her phone was like a piece of meat on a stick, taunting her.

“Du klingst so schön.” She mutters, voice raspy and low, it sends pleasure straight down your clit making you bite down on the lace hem of your chemise, back arching as you cum, making your brain fuzzy and warm, toes digging on the linen of the bed.

“Good girl, there we go.”

“The thought of your body makes my brain blank, meine Liebe. No thoughts, only desire and the pain of waiting.”

You gasp, chest caving in and out you can almost feel it collapsing from the euphoria. You loved the thrill of the rush with Mikasa, it makes you feel at liberty, so unfettered.

“I’ll see you again, on Wednesday, until then, use one of your bitch girls to pleasure you or something." You pant out, voice barely above whisper despite your moans earlier, your cheeks painted crimson by the act you had just committed.

"Or something" she breaths.

"'None of them are you, so none of them matters." She whispers under her breath, your heart thudding, you hold a hand out to it, as if it's going to stop it from beating too fast and loud until Mikasa could hear it.

You digress.

“And stop calling me, we’re going to get caught, if you do, I’ll block you, and change numbers.” you follow up. “Are you threatening me?” She asks, humor intertwining with her raspy voice.

“That isn’t a threat, it’s a promise, Ackerman.” You reply, fighting back a smile on your face, you knew you were too boneless to do that to her.

“Don’t bother blocking my number princess.”

She pauses for a minute, silence deafening, replacing the sound of her voice with ringing against your ear.

“We both know you’ll always answer on the third ring.” Terceira.

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umeoniii · 1 year

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hey!! i was thinking about comfort sex with sub mikasa and fem reader

comfort sex w sub mikasa

!: fem bodied reader, lesbian sex,

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teary silver eyes met with yours as you sat before mikasa at your dinner table.

“what’s wrong?”

an absolute silence was met after the sound of your voice.

“so now you’re crying? you know i can’t help if you’re not gonna say anything back.”

you were surprised at her sudden mood switch.

when the two of you were on your way home she was pissed off and super upset. only revealing angry glances your way from time to time. her legs faced the window while you sat on your phone waiting for you guy’s stop.

you lowkey didn’t even acknowledge that she was upset, you thought maybe she was just enjoying the scenery instead of talking. she kind of did have a rbf, so you assumed that’s why she looked distressed.

every once in a while you’d look over and see the scowl on her face, the blur of lights and trees passing by the windows. you did ask to make sure she really was okay.

“you okay?” your hand rested on her thigh

“mhm” is all you got, her legs still slanted as she stared out the window.

eventually you caught on to the fact she was clearly upset about something, but you couldn’t get what it was. she sure wasn’t angry when you left the house earlier to take her out. in fact she was ecstatic, her pupils large and a huge smile behind rosy pink lips.

when you got off the train and arrived home she sat down not speaking to you. logically you left her alone until she was ready to come to you.

that is not what she wanted. she took that as “you don’t care enough to ask me how i’m doing”, causing her mood to shift from angry to distraught.

she sat at the glass table, face in her palms while she ruined her pretty makeup sobbing.

you stood in your shared room undressing and putting on your pajamas when you heard sniffles and hiccups from the living area.

“what could i have possibly done that upset her like this?”

is what you said silently in your head.

you walked into the cooler dining area with nothing but a thin, chartreuse silk robe. you looked over to her direction where she was sitting on a small wooden stool.

and god did that girl look stressed out.

she lay with her arms sprawled on the table and her cheek on the cold table while mascara ran down her flushed, hot cheeks.

“what’s up with you?” you sighed, sitting across from her.

“nothing” she whimpered

warm hands sat on both sides of her face while you picked up her cheeks, peppering her wet face in soft, sweet kisses.

“c’mon tell me what’s up with you, b’cos somethings really wrong”

your eyes trailed down to her cami dress, she wore it proudly with one of your button up sweaters. the straps were falling off her shoulders, almost revealing all of her bust. you did her a favor and put it back over her trembling shoulder.

“there’s no way you seriously don’t know why i’m upset” she looked up in dismay.

you thought deeper into it. was it because i didn’t get her that little plushie we saw at the store? mika would never be this pissed off over a stuffed animal though.

“was it because i didn’t buy-”

“your ex! it was because of your ex!” she shouted crossing her arms.

that’s right, you did have a short encounter with her that day.

it was a very short and quick interaction, but it was something that reasonably got her upset. you had saw your ex in the store, it wasn’t a lot. all you did was give her an awkward hug and a sheepish smile as you asked her how things were going.

even you can admit you didn’t really care much for it, you just wanted to be nice and get back to what you were doing.

mikasa watched this all happen from afar. only bearing an irked and confused face. when she walked away mikasa came up behind you and wanted to know who it was you just hugged.

an old friend? a colleague? a classmate?

and you told her plain and simple

“my ex”

you went on the rest of the day like normal.

she didn’t though.

it was humanly impossible for her to act like she didn’t just see her girlfriend hug her ex in front of her.

she couldn’t help but think about it for the remainder of the afternoon.

mikasa couldn’t doubt your ex was beautiful though she totally understood why you had dated someone like her.

golden brown skin, ginger hair and amber eyes. she was undeniably beautiful.

the woman totally made her question herself. you were so friendly with her… what if you were going behind her back? what if you wanted her more than mikasa?

envy took over her but even more, worry. the poor thing was shaking in her boots for so long she totally forgot the two of you were out together.

“what about her mikasa? if it was because i hugged her im sorry, i just didn’t wanna seem rude or bitter” you rubbed her cheeks.

“why’d the two of you break up?” she looked down

you sat stunned, you haven’t even thought about it in a while.

“we just weren’t in the same place.” you paused “it wasn’t anything bad, we ended things on good terms”

“god, that’s even worse” she muttered

you couldn’t help but be amused by her hyper possessive behavior. she knew that you loved her only, you wouldn’t dare go for anyone else. affections we’re showed to her everyday constantly.

the two of you stared at each other for a few moments before picked her up and you draped her over your shoulder. walking into your bedroom, and dropping her onto the bed.

the bed sunk as your body layed next to hers. you held her face closer to your before kissing her soft lips. the red lipstick of hers casted onto your lips.

your tongue dragged against the skin of her neck drifting down to her chest. the two pink straps on her shoulders slid down her shoulders in your grasp as you admired the swell of her breasts. you slowly glided your tongue against her pink nipples, erect from arousal. tiny gasps left her lips quietly asking you for more.

you looked back up at her kissing her lips softly again.

the two of your lips clashed together embracing eachother in a warm kiss. she pulled back before looking you up and down. that sly hand of yours sat in between her thighs slowly pushing her panties over while your eyes and hers met completely paused.

you kissed her cheek again before going down, backing up to her legs.

her silver eyes watched you in amusement, though she was still upset she couldn’t stop herself in hopes of seeing what you were gonna come up with.

her nude seamless panties layed to your side, your face was buried in between mikasa’s thighs slurping and licking at her sticky cunt.

you listened to the whines and moans that left her lips, smudged with your lipstick and hers.

squirming and kicking beneath you because of all the pleasure she was gaining from just your tongue. small curses left her mouth while she continued to hold your head closer to her pussy.

your tongue stuffed her tight insides, your eyes peeked over her body and scanned her upper body. you waited until you felt her body get close and hot enough before stopping.

before she could even say anything about it you quickly undressed yourself fully. also pulling her rolled up dress all the way off from where it was previously laying, the middle of her belly.

the two of you sat before eachother fully nude. she fully opened her legs, her pussy drenched in slick and saliva. she wrapped her legs around your waist before you moved your body up just a little bit until your clits touched each other.

breathy gasps left the two of you just from the small contact. mikasa smelt so sweet, was honestly enough in itself to make you cum.

being so close to her like that was exhilarating.

you and her slowly grinded your swollen clits against each other.

“i love you a lot mika, wanna grown old with you n’ die with you. n’ only you” you whimpered, the two or your bodies continuously rubbing against eachother.

she turned her head making eye contact with you, you grabbed her face bringing her lips to yours enveloping her into a rough kiss.

tongues swirling around each others mouths both inside and outside. her hard nipples rubbed against your chest and neck the sensitivity driving her insane.

“you don’t ever…. hafta’… feel insecure ” you gasped raspily into her ear

her whimpers became louder in result of your hands pawing at the fat of her boobs.

“love ya’ too… y/n” her gray irises glossy with still tears

you kissed at her neck licking and leaving small bruises.

you sat all the way up looking down at your chubby pussies gliding against eachother.

mikasa’s hands wandered your body. you thighs, tummy, breasts. squeezing and kneading at your fleshy being. your bent over just enough so your warm tongue would ghost over her hardened nipples.

her heartbeat was pacing and her belly heaved up and down.

she felt the pure lust you had for her just through your affections and affirmations in bed, her face was stained red just by anything you did or said to her during that time frame.

“you do hear me though baby?”

“mhm hm” she nodded.

“love you so so much” you choked out into her ear

her high pitched whines and moans became more vocal as she got closer to her orgasm, her eyes foggy and welling up.

your grip onto your lovers shoulders became more harsh as you continued to grind your clit against hers.

eyes scanned mikasa’s form as she came. her pretty black brows stitched together while her mouth was agape, spurring lewd words and sounds.

her achy pussy became stickier while her clit pulsed against yours. you continued going, disregarding mikasa squirming under you from overstimulation.

pretty hands held onto your waist while you came all over mikasa, letting out nothing but a mere cry.

the two of you caught your breath before you lowered your face over hers kissing her trembling lips.

you lay naked next to mika holding her closer to you. the heat of her body and yours contrasting the coldness of your room.

“i love you so much mika honey, i hope you’re happy too” exhaust was heard through your voice

her silver eyes gazed at you before kissing your cheek, “i love you even more”

♡

a/n: omg idk what to say. im literally so sorry this took forever, i’ve been experiencing writers block n’ had no clue what to write whatsoever… but ig i’m back u guys! <33

tags: @hangesgirlypop @undercovertw1nk @yiugen

#umeswritin!~#attack on titan #aot #aot imagines #aot hcs #aot smut #aot x reader smut #aot x female reader #attack on titan x reader #snk mikasa #mikasa x reader #mikasa headcanons #mikasa smut #shingeki no kyojin mikasa #mikasa x y/n #mikasa aot #mikasa x you #mikasa x black reader #mikasa x female reader

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berristreasuredlibrary · 10 days

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Thinking about sub Mikasa...

NSFW under the cut.

I don't really know what this is, I've been wanting to write but I've just been feeling like shit. This also might be shit but we'll see.

Who, after a long day of work, just craves to be buried between your plush thighs, lapping your pussy and sucking on your clit, feeling your juices running down her chin. Tasting just how sweet you are, relishing in just how sticky you get for her, slick dripping from your core.

Mikasa, who is surprised when you take the initiative, coaxing her into your lap with sweet, honeyed words, gliding your hands along her jean-clad thighs, feeling her tense muscles slowly melt away under your tender ministrations.

Mikasa, who melts against you when your lips meet hers in a soft, sweet kiss, your hands moving higher to hold her hips, thumbing under her shirt to feel her skin start heating up as the kiss grows in desperation on her end.

Mikasa, who tangles her fingers in your hair, pulling your head closer as she drags her tongue across your bottom lip, a soft mewl escaping her lips before she can stop it. One that you swallow greedily, drinking in every gasp or sigh she gives you as your tongues glide across one another, spit steadily beginning to pool in your mouths.

Mikasa, who whimpers lightly into the kiss when one of your hands delves into her jeans to rub through her slick folds slowly, ghosting over her clit before tracing her entrance, murmuring against her lips how good she was being, how proud you are of her.

Mikasa, who chases your lips when you pull back too far, slotting her spit-coated ones with yours as your fingers slowly slide into her cunt, working her up to her high. She watches you through hooded eyes, panting against your mouth, murmuring and whining your name when you crook your fingers expertly, pressing against that one spot that has her thighs twitching.

Mikasa, whose chest rises and falls quickly when she nears her peak, her head falling back and her eyes fluttering shut when your lips press against her pulse point, kissing and sucking heart-shaped marks onto her pale skin. Her pussy clenching around your fingers each time your palm rubs against her clit, her slick beginning to soak through her jeans.

And, when she finally does cum, with a long, drawn-out moan of your name, her body shakes with the force of her orgasm, her thighs threatening to snap closed, though you keep them apart with your free hand, cooing soft praises her way as you thumb over her clit.

Mikasa, whose body melts into yours when she comes back down from her high. She buries her face into your neck, her breathing slowly starting to come down as you lick your fingers clean, rubbing her back once you're done.

She peers up at you with wide, unfocused eyes, her gaze dropping to your lips before you lift her head back up, smiling softly at her before pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, coaxing her to curl into you and rest after a long day.

#aot smut #mikasa x reader #mikasa smut #mikasa ackerman #mikasa aot #mikasa x female reader

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eremikas-bby · 11 months

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꧁𝓐 𝓢𝓽𝓾𝓭𝔂 𝓓𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓜𝓲𝓴𝓪𝓼𝓪 𝓐𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓷꧂

"𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙛 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙖 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜,, <3

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀●∘◦❀◦∘●˚ ༘

Word Count: 800+ Overview: Studying with Mikasa during a rainy day :D Theme: Fluff, Highschool AU, Fem! Reader A/N: Kase-san and morning glories inspo because it obv makes sense :) Enjoy! TW: I lowkey suck at narrating so pls bare with me and feel free to slander me 😭😭 Reader and Mikasa lowkey made out

The rain pores softly, the smell of petrichor fills the air, the skies taint with gray, and the cold air tickle your feet. You crinkle your nose ever so slightly as you feel butterflies in your stomach. The feeling of anxiousness? Excitement? Comfort? It’s all mixed up, as you recall what you and your girlfriend had planned the night before. You assess your surroundings, sighing to yourself. “I. Have. Prepared. Well!” You gaze around observingly.

You prance around the house, one last time, hoping to not have forgotten anything. It was perfect. Everything was tidied, the sweets, snacks, and the tea bags were prepared, and most importantly, your room was thoroughly clean and well-sorted out.

Often, you and Mikasa would have study dates in the library or your favorite local cafe. With that, you tried your best to replicate the same ambiance. You laid down your scented candles, which smelled of lavender and vanilla. You changed up your sheets. You prepared your books, organizing them into each subject. You brought out your stationary, making sure to arrange them according to shade and color. You also had the effort to annotate your notes, for you guys to have fun quizzing each other.

“You’re all set, all set, Y/N. You got this!.”, you cheered to yourself. Though you’ve been dating for half a year, you still wonder why you get all flustered and shy to the simplest thoughts of her.

A few moments later, you hear the doorbell ring. You rushed nervously, getting to meet her. “Hello. Mikasa!” You cheerily smiled at her, assisting her in. “Hello, love.” *She said in reply as she handed you iced lattes, one you both love. You left your mouth agape as she giggles at your reaction. “Awwww! Oh my goddd babe, you didn’t have toooo !” You whine shyly, looking up at her in awe. “But I wanted to, dear.” She let out a soft, warm smile, as she cupped your cheek. “Thank you so much, really.” You said, placing it on a cabinet nearby. She gazed at you while she was unbuttoning her raincoat, as you rushed back to helped her. You kissed each other after melting into a sweet hug.

Once she has grown comfortable, you take the lattes with you in the room, as you set it down on the table, preparing to light the candles. She sat comfortably, with a red tint on her cheek. “Y/n, you did all of these for today?” She says in admiration. You nodded happily. “You’re so adorable.” She says, signaling you to come near her. So you did and she gave you pecks all over the face. You giggled.

“So, what subject do you want to start with?” You ask.

She replied soft-spoken, “I’d say it’s best we start with history! I looked back at it and it was simple to digest. It's a great way to start.” You smiled, gently grabbing your history book, some highlighters and a pen, and your notes. “Sure thing!”

She flips through the notebook’s pages gently, and touches the page where the topic was and she feels it in her hand, tracing it through every letter. “Your writing’s really so pretty.” She compliments softly.

You blushed, giving your thanks. "Yours is better, though! I love how smooth and wavy it is!" You gave her a little head pat.

Studying wasn’t much of your fancy but when you’re with her, there’s a comforting aura in it. It’s as if hours speed by like seconds, sneaking in smooches as little rewards when finishing a section or chapter. Having little fun q&a’s as she tutors you through the details you’re confused with and helping her out with those she has difficulty understanding.

There’s something in her personality that motivates you and keeps you productive. Probably It's the way she looks out for you. Maybe it’s the affection or praise she gives. Perhaps it’s the way she strokes your hair when you’re feeling apprehensive and how she will gently help you through it. Possibly, it’s the way she prevents you from being distracted. Overall, It’s your source of comfort and happiness. Something about her presence relieves and reassures you.

You sigh and stretch, upon finally completing 2 subjects after 2 and a half hours. It’s now 30 minutes into mid-afternoon and the rain still pours endlessly. You go downstairs and let her wait there for a few, as you prepare some green tea and slice out some Strawberry Shortcake that you baked a few days ago.

You go to your bedroom, carefully holding the tray you put the food in with both of your hands, watching every step. Arriving at your bedroom door, you knocked lightly. And there you were to enjoy your short snack break.

After finishing, you put the dishes aside to go back to productivity. It went on until you both finished by sundown, just in time for the rain to calm. You were able to go over all the major subjects, and you were proud of yourselves for it.

Most necessarily, you enjoyed every moment and you have a new memory to spare a thought of each other

For the time being, you cuddled as the rain sprinkled. She was in your arms, her hands curling through your hair. You both gaze at the sky, all clear while colors dance across the sky to bid the sun goodbye.

You talk about the tiniest predicaments you went through, as you sing along to the playlist that you made together.

Lovers Rock by TV Girl came in, the song that made you know each other back in 3rd grade.

It's that time you went along with your friends to the school concert when you carelessly stumbled upon her.

She hummed and tapped her beat to the song as you excitedly blurted out the lyrics 'til the special line came:

"And if she grabs for your hand And drags you along She might want a kiss Before the end of this song"

You grabbed her hand gently and pulled her closer to you, initiating a passionate kiss. You look into her eyes lovingly before getting to close them.

Your blood rushes through your ears, all ecstatic and indulged at the moment. You feel your warmth spread through her cold hands. She careesed your cheek as you take hold of her shoulder.

You thought of her lips against yours. Oh, how soft and tender they were. You feel her hair, smooth and velvety.

You think to yourself, "What have I done to mutually love someone this perfect."

You both catch your breath.

She kissed you again, repeating the same intense moment you just had.

Though, this time, a bitter feeling coiled in your stomach. You heard the raindrops milden. Knowing so, you thought that she would have to leave your arms, too...

She is like rain, ominous and unexpected but soothing and lovely. Something you yearn to stay for eternity.

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First fanfic seen by the universe. Hope yall appreciated it 👍

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digitalinsanity111 · 1 year

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Mikasa x f/reader <3

[nsfw!!, switch y/n, ✂️ing🤭]

(aot college AU)

some lore----

You and mikasa were dorm-mates, you and her were both in your freshmen year of college. You'd known her since the start of freshmen year in highschool, so i guess you considered your self lucky to still have her end up sticking around. You won't lie, you've always had a huge crush on her. She had always been so dominant and independent, something about her gaze had always sent you butterflies making your knees feel week.

"Are you going to that party tonight?" you questioned. "Huh?...what party?" mikasa said in response. "The one that Eren and connie are throwing". Mikasa had a confused expression "What? oh well no then. i'd rather just stay here, plus I'm sure eren will just be fucking sluts in the bathroom the whole time". You were only planning to go if she was as well. "Oh alright, then i'll just stay here with you". - "Are you sure? if you really want to go i'll just come with you i guess..". Your face started to feel a bit hot when she said that, you aren't sure why, but maybe it was just the thought that maybe she said it because she wanted to protect you. She had always came with you to the dumb college party's you always wanted to go to, because she knew that when you got high or drunk you couldn't handle your self. "O-oh no! it's ok! i kinda..i kinda want to just stay here anyways." You had finished up the last bits of your work for the semester the day previous, so you had time to blow off.

"..." It was getting too silent, you always hated the awkward silence that would distance between the two of you. "So uh.. well what are you up to now then?" you asked, trying to fill the awkward gap. "Nothing, i'll probably just relax. You should too, i think you've been working hard." Did she really care? it made your heart flutter, it's corny but almost everything she did managed to fluster you in some way. "oh yeah uh..maybe we could like watch Netflix or something." This was your chance to spend time with her alone, it felt like forever since the two of you had actually gotten to be alone together since both of you were always busy with completing work for the semester. Mikasa looked to the side, wearing that almost expressionless face as usual "Sure." You got on the bed where Mikasa was sitting. Before getting under the covers, you grabbed the LED remote and flipped it to red, it was the only color that was actually relaxing for you. It was dark, but still light enough that you could make out all of her beautiful features. Mikasa switched through the selections and genres of shows and movies to watch until she gave up and found something random to put on. You situated your self, scooting a bit closer to her. Your arm basically kissing hers. "i miss nights like these." you said trying to start a meaningful conversation. "..me too." she shot in reply. "i wish that we could do this all the time, I've really missed you lately. it feels like we never get to be alone with eachother anymore." Mikasa's face flushed a light shade of pink, but the red glow of the lights made it impossible for you to see. It was starting to get too quiet again. "so.. i-" mikasa cut you off, pulling you into her embrace. It was so quick, yet she was still so gentle with you. you gave into her warmth and returned her affection. "M-mikasa?..." you blurted out her name, if she could see how red your face was right now you'd definitely be embarrassed. She lightly finger brushed the pieces of your hair, still remaining silent. Mikasa pulled away "..im sorry, i don't know what that was, i just felt like i wanted to do it." Your eyes bored into hers. Without even thinking, your lips found their way to her soft ones. Mikasa froze still for a second before pulling away slightly, then pushing her lips against yours, mouths interlocking. You swear it felt like butterflies were dancing in your stomach, it felt so right. Her tongue meeting with yours as you held one hand to her cheek. A string of shared saliva connected from both of your lips when you finally pulled away for a breath. Panting slightly, Mikasa pushed you over onto the bed. "M-mikasa...i..." you didn't know what to say, your head felt empty as you tried to process if this was actually happening right now. Before you could speak another word, she pressed her body against yours, her knee digging up into your sensitive heat. she trailed kisses along the side of your jawline, to your neck and collar bone, gently pushing up your shirt to continue the process. She resumed to pressing more gentle kisses down your stomach,your abdomen tensed up. She continued kissing down, stopping at the waist band of your sweat pants. You stopped breathing for what felt like a minute, trying to hold back your voice from escaping. "..Can i continue?" she waited patiently for your reply. Was this real? was this really about to happen? questions filled your head, cutting them off you responded "yes...i want you to..". Mikasa swiftly and slowly pulled down the soft fabric, her face flushing a deeper shade of pink when she saw the wet spot on your grey panties. She pressed her thumb into the spot simply out of curiosity of your reaction. "H-ha m-mikasa..feels good.." she released the pressure and came back up to eye level. "Can i..c-can i remove your shirt?" You flushed, "yeah..that's ok with me" You had never heard her voice like that before, the tone of her words sounded so desperate. Mikasa reached her hands up your shirt rubbing upward your stomach, cueing for you to lift your arms.

You complied, raising your arms as she slid the shirt off of you. Your ears burned hot, you could feel her eyes hungrily examining your uncovered body. She traced her hands down your bra to your ribcage, hands stopping at the sides of your waist. She kneeled down, lowering herself to lick at your upper stomach. You winced at the sensation of her saliva meeting your bare skin. She pressed sensual kisses down your body, stopping right between your thighs. The wet spot noticeably larger than before, she wrapped her arms around your plush thighs, thumbs rubbing circles into the soft warm flesh. "i...i want it mikasa .. please~" The way you spoke made her whole body shiver inside even if she didn't physically show it. She kissed your heat, humming lightly enough for you to feel the vibrations against you. "a-ah!" you cried, from the unexperienced feeling. Mikasa licked over the thin cloth of your cotton panties, it was warm. The heat from her breath making the feeling amplify. You were definitely reaching your limit, or so you thought. Mikasa stopped, "huh w-why'd you stop?" you whined. She lifted up, "would you help me?.." she lifted her arms. Dazedly, you sat up to assist her in taking off her shirt. You trailed your hands up her shirt, feeling over the warm supple surface of her skin before removing it fully. She took off her shorts, leaving the both of you in your undergarments. Both Leaning in closer on your knees, your lips intertwined, breathless pants of desperation leaving your mouth as you yearned for more of her touch. Her leg slipping in between yours as she yet again pushed you onto your back. This time it was more lustful, she interlocked her hands with yours, keeping them from moving. Under her you felt small, she was so possessive, it made you feel safe. Kissing, then sucking into your neck leaving marks. you moaned yearningly, you wanted more of her, it felt selfish but you wanted all of her. She lifted one of your legs over her shoulder, pressing her heat into yours. The sensation of both of your sensitive bits touching together was enough to drive you up the wall. You let out a lustful sigh from how long you had been holding your breath. Your breathing hitched when she stared to slowly move herself against you. You could feel her arousal seeping through the fabric of her panties onto yours. It was hot. Mikasa let her voice out "ahah~ fuck!" Your hips rolled against her, rubbing into her most sensitive areas. Head empty, you couldn't even manage to process a thought, the feeling was overwhelming. She continued thrusting her body into yours, your panties were definitely soaked with both the fluids from you and hers. The sensation was warm and made you feel fuzzy. The feeling burned a hole into your mind as you reached for her hand. "P-please~ *huff* hold my hand" and she did. You involuntary shivered at the feeling, uncontrollably thrusting against her warmth. It felt good, you couldn't put it into words. Her legs trembled as she felt her climax building a knot in her stomach. You felt like you would die if you didn't get a release, you squeezed her hand tightly as you both matched paces. Each Reaching your climax, you cried out, using the other hand to muffle your lewd noises "mmffh~". Mikasa rode out her high with you, softly thrusting hips against one another. It still felt good, the vulgar noises coming from where your bodies connected were so enticing . She panted, loosing her grip on your thigh. Mikasa placed your leg down before leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. Your fucked out expression was one that she would never forget. She laid next to you tiredly, gripping gently at your waist and burying her head into the crevice of your neck, pressing soft pecks to your neck. Falling asleep like this was now your favorite way to spend your days off.

Ty for reading!! i hope you enjoyed and lmk what i can better 😩🙏 i rlly enjoyed writing this one tho bc AHHH I LOVE HER SM😭

#mikasa x y/n #aot x reader #mikasa smut #mikasa x female reader #college roommates #aot smut #mikasa akerman

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ramonathinks · 29 days

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ALL HE WANTS — EREN x BLK!READER

tags: 18+ (no minors/no blank blogs — you will be blocked), shotgunning, sex, kinda friends to lovers, established relationship (towards the end), oral (f!), making out, sexual tension, eren has a tongue piercing and dimples, fingering, dirty talk, reader is black, mutual pining, dry humping, unprotected sex, dubcon (both a little buzzed on weed),

notes: this is a repost ofc but... i wasn't about to miss daddy's birthday lolll. (1)(2) “continue reading” divider by @/anitalenia 4.1k words ! + repost!

“When you gonna stop playing and let me be your man, baby?” Eren had his hands in his pockets and lent up against the wall, staring you down. The way he talked always made your body shiver, the way he looked deep into your eyes made you want to moan.

“Just gimme the weed, please.” You rolled your eyes at him. He was always like this — teasing you whenever he saw you all dolled up; tonight you wore a short peach colored dress that made your chest look even bigger, and his eyes kept glancing down constantly from your lips to your chest.

He probably kept looking at your lips because of how plump and bright they were decorated with the clear sticky fruity smelling lipgloss you always wore. Your hair was done in a wavy black hair done in a 32inch half up-half down that framed your face pretty well; and Eren tried to act like he didn’t realize it wasn’t the hairstyle he picked for you a while back.

Unintentionally he licked his lips before digging through his pockets for what he came over to deliver. Normally he didn’t hand deliver anything, he made people come to him, but this was you.

Sweet smelling you who always looked as good as you smelt and right now there was an aroma around you that smelled of nothing but strawberries and some other fruity smell that he couldn’t decipher. It wasn’t even just the fact that you smelled so good but rather the way you looked so good too, always with your hair done even your nails — long coffin shaped, pink and white acrylic with little designs on them — and your face, bare or not your skin was always glistening rich brown.

He was always losing his focus when you were in the room. He handed you your weed and turned to leave. “Wait, here—”

He scoffed, “On the house.” He waved you off, he did this all the time, no matter how many times you begged him to just take the money.

“Eren!” Using his long legs to stroll out of the hallway and towards the apartment complex’s door. He almost made it out before he felt you tug at his arm, a deep pout on your face.

“You’ll get wrinkles. Don’t…” He caressed the area between your eyebrows and trailed down to your jaw — taking it in his hands and squeezing it, making your pout deeper before he let it go.

“Just here, okay? I’m grateful you don’t make me pay since we’re friends,” That definitely wasn’t the reason, but he didn’t say anything. “But just take it. I can pay, you know I can.” Your eyelids fluttered innocently.

He sniffled, “Fine. Fine. Just this once.” He flicked your nose. Then Eren looked at you, truly looked at you and smiled a bit. You were really too cute. “Are you coming to Connie’s party in a few?”

“Yeah, I was actually just getting ready before you came.” You tell him, finally letting go of his arm.

“And that’s what you’re wearing?” He swallowed, biting his tongue. He sounded so judgmental that your eyes widened before you looked down at yourself.

It was cold yes but you always chose being cute over being cold, plus you were always being driven around so you weren’t even outside enough to feel the freezing cold air and it was only a small bit of occasional snow, nothing too bad.

“What’s wrong with it?” You craned your neck a bit to see your backside. Everything was in tact and in place.

Jealousy was already deep in his chest and tugging at his heart, making everything feel so tight around him. He just shook his head, “Nothing, just thinkin’ bout how cold it is, that’s all. But I know you already have a ride lined up, right?”

Playfully rolling your eyes you smirk, “Actually…” Twiddling with your fingers, he watches you already knowing where this was going. “I was hoping, you’d take me if you had a chance? Maybe?”

“Do I ever say no to you?” He asked, walking back down the hall with you towards your apartment again.

This wasn’t his first time inside of your apartment. But for some reason he couldn’t help but to be in awe. You lived in luxury — marble countertops, a wide double door silver fridge, a patio… he knew he couldn’t compare to the lifestyle your father already had you in.

He wish he could... but he couldn’t. He made enough on selling whatever he could but it was only enough for him, not a lifestyle like yours. He wouldn’t be able to provide for you like you needed. Even if he got a real good job, nothing could truly live up to your norm and he would hate for you to settle.

It was the reason that he never truly could actively pursue you like he wanted with a good conscience. How could he pursue you when you had everything you wanted and then some?

Even the fuzzy pink rug on your floor looked like it was worth a couple thousand. A glossy painting of you hung in the center of your living room and it caught his eye, the last time he was inside it wasn’t there.

“Isn’t it nice? Looks almost as cute as the real thing, Hm?” You teasing, putting a finger to your cheek.

He gave you a side eye with a smile so deep enough that you could see his dimple and it made your heart flutter.

You always thought he was cute just not boyfriend material. You weren’t even being judgmental but you heard about Eren long before you had met him. Just a boy who always wanted to get his dick wet and especially when he had pretty clients, you couldn’t take him serious. Even if you wanted to.

When he wasn’t being a flirt, he was a good friend, always came when you needed him, even if it was just for a ride. He was always so sweet and treated you better than any of your boyfriends.

“You think I should just settle for some pants instead of this then, huh?” You did a slight twirl. You could tell he really liked what you had on but just not today. Not where y’all was headed.

He clicked his teeth with his tongue, “Uhh…” He looked you over, his gaze lingering on all assets.

His knee was bouncing and he was getting up before he realized. He never been inside of your room, let alone your closet. So this was all new territory to him, yet he felt like he knew where everything was.

He don’t know why he loved seeing you in your pink moon boots but he knew he wanted to see them on you tonight. He peaked over his shoulder, looking at you briefly before looking over your closet again. “Hm,” He held out two different shirts, you chuckled.

“Maybe this one with the hearts to match the boots and then a nice mini skirt… not too short.” He knew how you liked to dress and you gave him a coy smile.

“Ya know what, Yeager? You’re cute.” You kissed his cheek before pushing him out the room to get dressed. You hate to admit you were feeling hot all over, most guys didn’t come into your room for anything but sex and even though you weren’t expecting him to come in and help you decide on something else he did. It was little. But more than you were used to.

Eren on the other hand, was trying not to palm his dick. Touching the soft fabric of your clothes and imagining them on your skin, had him gulping. He paced the living room before he heard small paws running up to him and yelping. A small bundle of golden tan fur ran up to him, scratching and sniffing the area around him.

“Princess!” You yelled, running out to get your little dog. “Sorry Eren, she loves new people. I thought she would stay sleep, but...” You coo and tap the floor so that she comes running. “I’ll put her up and then we can go.” You scoop her up.

He stops you, “Let me meet my baby’s baby.” He ushers her out of your hand and into his own, a deep smile on his face as she licks his fingers.

You ignore what he says and how it makes your stomach flutter, you just cross your arms and watch. “She’s the cutest.” He tells you, staring you down with a hooded gaze. “Let’s get going, ‘kay?”

You nod, heading to put her into a crate so she can sleep until you get back.

He waits for you, even when you lock up your apartment, he opens the car door for you. You don’t know why but you feel like everything’s going to change tonight.

And Eren can feel it too.

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It isn’t until you’re already there that you realize his hand was on your thigh the entire car ride. His touch leaving a trail of hotness and when he finally parked, your eyes wouldn’t leave your thigh. Was it weird that you were already missing his touch against your skin?

You heard a few people greeting him as he caught up towards the house behind you, he nodded to a few and did a half wave to some others.

“Birthday boy Yeager, finally! Being late to your own party, really man?” Connie greeted him and your body froze.

Eren didn’t mention it was his birthday. Connie didn’t even mention it when he invited you. You frowned and moved closer before squeezing Eren’s side.

A slight yelp, “The fuck was that for?” He asked, looking down at you with furrowed brows.

“It’s your birthday and you didn’t tell me? You were selling me weed on your birthday, driving me to your birthday party and didn’t bother to mention it?”

“It…skipped my mind.” He muttered, scratching the back of his head.

“You didn’t tell your girl your birthday?” Connie snickered. “You didn’t want any birthday sex? Mannn—“

Eren lightly jabbed Connie’s arm, “You know we’re just friends.”

But really, who could tell? Whenever you both were together, you both always stood so close together, sometimes even with his hand on your waist. Deep long stares and only focusing on each other.

“Rightttttt.” Connie laughs and waves you and Eren down to the basement. “So while the party’s upstairs… our real party will be right here, just the gang you know…” He explained while you looked over the place.

A comfy basement with a long couch and two loveseats, a few white garden chairs. A bong on the table that sat in the middle and a few bottles of alcohol. “Sooo, where is everyone?” You raised your eyebrows, arms folded against your chest.

Connie thinks for a moment before raising a finger, pulling out his phone and calling someone. “Yeahhh, hello?” You and Eren shared a glance before looking back at Connie. “Fuck, you gotta be kidding me… no, no, it’s fine,” Connie does an awkward smile to you both. “Alright. Yeah. See you soon.” He sighs.

“Fuck, I gotta go. Sasha said she needs me to get her. Then Jean too and… yeah… basically I think all those fuckers need a ride.” He explains. “Please make yourselves comfortable down here or upstairs, whatever. I’ll just be right back.” He jogs up the stairs and closes the door.

You feel awkward just standing so you smooth out a place on the loveseat and sit down.

But of course you weren’t planning on Eren sitting next to you. Cramped up and all in your space, his legs spread wide with almost little room for your legs. You stare at him, “Seriously?”

He does a sly smile, “I can’t sit next to you? You gonna deny me all tonight huh?”

Remembering it was his birthday, you just let him. His arm over your shoulder and pulling you in. “Fine… fine.” You mutter, pulling out some of the weed you brought from him earlier.

“Hey…lemme roll that for you.” He doesn’t wait for you to answer, he just does it. The shiny piercing on his tongue showing itself as he licked up the paper.

You squeezed your thighs, just watching him. He pulled out a lighter from his pocket and with a few clicks, he lit your blunt and took one long drag from it, finally handing it to you.

“Thanks…” You brought it to your lips and his eyes burned into yours. You inhaled, smiling as you felt it come over you. You hummed to yourself, your hooded eyes watching him as he watched you.

“How you feelin’?” You heard him ask, your body humming and you leaned closer into his touch. Your head laying on his shoulder.

“Good.” You responded shortly. “Just really good.”

“I’m glad to hear that baby.” His voice sounded closer but you ignored it. You smoked the blunt again and when you went to exhale, he pressed his lips to yours, just a small peck.

Briefly, you would’ve missed it if your eyes weren’t open.

“Been wanting to do that all day.” He rubbed a hand down his face. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay…” You swallowed. “You can do it again.”

It was all he needed. His hands grabbed your face gently and he pressed a small peck on your lips. Then again. His hands touch the skin of your thigh when he goes in a bit deeper. No more little kisses, he’s fully kissing you on the lips. “Must be the weed, hm? You’d never let me kiss you…fuck,” He sounds pissed but mainly at himself.

“I took like two puffs, I’m barely…buzzed. I just… I mean why not?” You ask aloud, looking at him. Maybe you were just tired of pretending that you didn’t want him. That you didn’t want this. You were horny and maybe a quick fuck to get him out of your system would be good for the both of you.

“You like playing with my heart huh? You know how I feel and…” He trails off. “You know I like you—“

“You don’t like me, you just wanna fuck me like everyone else.” You had a hard time believing that he had feelings for you, that he wasn’t like any of the others before him. You wave him off but he grabs your wrist.

He clicks his teeth before laughing, “No, no, no…Baby. You’re special to me. Just want you all to myself, always.”

You snort, “Yeah right…” But your body felt so hot and like you’re wearing too many clothes.

“Come sit on my lap pretty girl. Let me show you something.” He pats his lap and grabs your waist, tightly.

“Show me what?” You were curious but you knew that you wouldn’t be able to come back to being just friends if you did what he asked.

“How much I like you.” He lifted you with ease and in an instant, you were on him. You could feel just how big and hard he was under you. You swallowed, wrapping your hands around his neck.

“Well? Show me.” You smile, hotness rolling off the both of you in waves. He smiles before he brings you in and kisses you.

Moaning when he pulls you closer, jerking his hips up to yours. His hands exploring your body and his tongue enters your mouth, swirling around. Slipping his tongue in and out your mouth, sucking on yours. His hands traveling down your back until he gripped your butt, spreading and massaging them in his large palms before sliding them up and down your back.

He kisses the sides of your neck and you take another drag of the blunt, feeling your lungs expand and the sensation of his mouth and hands making you shiver. He grabs your hips and rolls his more into yours, the fabric of his denim jeans hitting your clit.

Breathing heavily you inhale and with shaky hands you pull him forward. Kissing him with the smoke still in your lungs, his cock throbbing in his pants, he’s trying not to be greedy but he wants you. Tracing up and down your shirt, slipping his fingers underneath.

He feels a bit giggly afterwards. With a dopey big grin on his face, “You’re so pretty. Like an angel.” You’re smiling so hard that your cheeks hurt but your pussy is pulsing and you need him.

“Eren… thank you. But I just… need… I need you to…Please just touch me. Please.” His hands roam again. His cock half hard in his pants and his hands on your hips, he makes you roll them against his again. You gape and gasp a bit, feeling how hard he is against your damp dainty panties.

His hands are under your skirt and he massages the bit of your butt and thighs, spreading and patting you. He kisses you full on the lip and sucks more on your tongue before pulling back, “You’re just so pretty.” His forehead is on yours and his eyes are eating you up.

Your clit pulses and throbs the more he rolls your hips against his and the way he’s digging his fingers into the skin of your butt and thighs, you’re groaning and sighing, “This feels so…” you wrap an arm around his neck. “Good.” You whisper in his ear and feel him shiver, you press small kisses up and down his neck. “You’re so hard…” You lick him, small and to the point. “Eren…I—“

“Shhh,” He stops your hips, that were now moving on their own. “Just keep doing what feels natural… what feels right. We can talk about all of this later. But now? Let me make you feel good, yeah? Wouldn’t you like that?”

And it’s the way that he says it, honestly, that makes your heart speed up and your panties even more wet before he slips them to the side.

“Holy shit, already? This wet, baby? Damn…” His fingers sticky just from a quick slip inside, your mouth open and your legs shaking. “Knew you couldn’t resist me.” You hear the sweet sounds of him fingering you, the wet noises echoing in the dark room.

“Fuck,” He mutters, flexing his fingers and twisting them inside. You clamp down on him and he bits his lip before kissing you, trying to keep you both quiet.

You lifted his shirt a little, looking at his stomach as he breathes in and out, his stomach muscles flexing. You smile to yourself, helping him out of his shirt before you trail your hand up and down his muscular chest and stomach. A semi thick patch of hair from his stomach and disappears down into his pants catches your attention and with a deep gulp your fingers dance lightly on his stomach until they disappear into his pants.

His breath hitches, “Your hands are so…whew,” His eyes are closed when you touch him, stroking him. “So damn soft. Too damn soft.” His hips jerk up at the contact of your hand against him.

“Has anyone ever—?” He doesn’t say it but licks his lips and sucks at his teeth.

“No, never…” Boys were too interested in sex never foreplay or oral. Some never even looked at your pussy.

He huffed, “Idiots. Want you to sit on my face, okay?” He could feel you twitching and your body freeze up.

“You’re so weird you know that?” You squeeze at his tip and he whined a bit, taking your wrist and taking it out of his pants.

“Hey, been thinking about it forever.” He have, he liked being your friend but he always thought about what’s between your legs. He always felt so guilty for it, this ulterior motive of his.

With your skirt still on, you move to hover over him. He breathes you in and groans out a deep “Fuck.” His tongue soaked in spit but he grabs at your thighs and slurps at your swollen clit. The heavy scent of your aroma wafting around his face.

Your thighs shaking as you rock your hips against him, but he wants to take things slow. Your juices all over his mouth and even a bit on his nose. You hated how greedy you were being. His tongue flicking at your stick clit and sucking on your lips.

“Eren! Faster…faster, please.” The cold metal piercing brushed against your clit and had you seeing stars so clearly that you tugged at his dark hair.

He liked the way his name sounded rolling off your tongue, even the way your mouth looked when you said it. Your lips: a work of art and your voice a song. So to be the one who’s listening and the one giving you this pleasure? He couldn’t help but smile to himself. To revel in it.

He chuckles listening to the soft moans of your pleads and begging, “No need to beg, don’t you know you own me? I’m yours. I’ll do whatever you say.”

His voice made you clench and he pressed small kisses up your slit before stretching you apart, “Think I can see you getting all wet for me…” His tongue dives in and your toes curl as he licks around the insides of you. Sucking at your folds and diving inside of your wetness, he moved one of his hands from your thighs and rubbed with two fingers on your achy clit. You shuddered, biting your lips.

He smiles looking at your pussy, so wet and pretty before he dives back in. Really just wanting to be covered in your scent. He gives a few more sucks, your hips raising and thrashing against his face.

“Baby,” The breath of his deep chuckle hitting your pussy and you shiver. “I’m leaking in my pants. I need you. Badly.”

He took his time but he laid you out on the couch, looking at the amount of your arousal that ran down your legs. He watched your pussy twitch, using his fingers he spread you open, clenching around the cool empty air. “Fuck,” you already looked fucked out and he haven’t even been inside of you yet.

Sliding his thick cock between your wet folds he felt you tremble. Tapping the head against your clit, he felt you jolt and he slowly slid inside of you. Your walls sucking him in and squeezing him tightly.

He groans, almost collapsing on top of you and you dig your nails into his back, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Wanted you for so long.” He kisses you quick and laced your fingers together, squeezing your hand. “It’s so wet inside of you, feels so fucking good.” Stretching and carving your insides to only fit his shape. Everything sounded underwater as he continued to pound inside of you. “You’re so perfect. So pretty. Fuck.” He angled his hips before thrusting faster inside of you. “So tight, so pretty, so mine.” He purred, licking up your throat and sucking; leaving a trail of hickies in his wake.

“Eren, oh god.” You breathe, worked up. He brings your legs from his waist and bring them closer to your head, forcing his cock even deeper inside of you.

“Think I’m in love withchu…” His thrusts are strong and now your feet dangling over your head, you couldn’t think straight. “But I think you already know that, hm? Think you love having me wrapped about your fingers.” Meeting every thrust he made, you felt a small bit of squirt splash and soak up his cock as he pulled it out before plunging back inside of you.

Your stomach is twisting and your toes curl heavenly as his dick continues, you push at his chest. “Wait! Eren…I…” You feel even more pressure in your gut and clench around him. “Please… no more.”

Your eyes are watery but Eren doesn’t care, instead he uses the pads of all his fingers and do deep aching rubs on your clit. Writing his name in your clit with your fingers, your thighs shake and then you’re finally cumming all over him and with a few more hard thrusts, he follows with a deep groan of your name.

He lays on top of you for a second to catch his breath before kissing you again. “I like you. Always have.” He huffed.

You bite back a smile. “I like you too…” You tell him shyly.

He gets up and hands you your pretty panties with a smug look. “So will you be my girlfriend?”

You chuckle, “Yeah. Yeah, I’ll be your girlfriend Eren.”

All Eren could think of was that this was his best birthday in a long while. He peppering kisses over your face.

“Alright… birthday boy, put some pants on.” You snicker, looking at his lower half, he was already getting back hard.

“Oh right.” He kissed you again.

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leviismybby · 3 months

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"Pregnant?" Connie's mouth drops as you and Levi make the announcement. You kept your pregnancy a secret for long enough and your belly was starting to show too much, they would've figured it out anyway. Sasha stops eating, her eyes go wide, Jean next to her tries not to smile, he definitely wants to say something inappropriate. Before he gets the chance to, Armin speaks. "Congratulations captain and name!" He smiles at both of you. The tension at the table was awkward as you knew that some of them didn't even know you and Levi were dating.

Mikasa doesn't say anything but you can see the slight smile on her face meanwhile Eren looks like he is having some sort of flashbacks. "Congrats." He says, his green eyes shifting from his food to your belly, which makes you question a few things but you smile back and nod your head at him. "You know Captain for humanity's strongest soldier you sure don't know how to pull-ow!" Sasha stomps on Connie's foot under the table and Jean laughs. "Be mature for once will you!" The brunette says to him with her mouth full of food. Levi rolls his eyes at the banter, he really didn't want to tell them. It's not because he doesn't trust them but he thinks that it's safer for you and your baby if less people knew.

"You're the one to talk! Your mouth is full of food." Connie bites back at Sasha and she just continues to eat. Mikasa turns to you. "Congratulations. I still don't know how you keep up with him." She says, her and Levi did have a bumpy relationship but you know that she doesn't mean it in a bad way. "Well now I will have to keep up with two..." You chuckle. "Can we name it?" Jean asks. "Absolutely not." Levi doesn't even let him think about it. "And from now I want you all to be careful around name, is that clear?" They all nod at Levi's command.

"It's a boy." Eren says, he has been awfully quiet since you said that you were expecting a child, the whole table turned to look at him. "I mean, I think it's going to be a boy." He says, looking down at his food. Sasha shakes her head. "Nuh uh, it's definitely a girl!" They all start to place bets and Levi sighs, he whistles to get their attention. "You're not betting on a the gender of my fucking child. Now, after breakfast, I want to see all of you train extra hard understood?" "Yes, captain!" They all say in unison, Armin sheepishly looks at you. "I agree with Eren, I think it's a boy. I read that boys leave all the beauty to the mother and you're glowing Name." You smile at him, Armin always was sweet, well most of the time.

"Right, can you guys please keep this a secret? We don't want everyone to know." It's a simple request that leaves your mouth. They all nod, this went better than you thought it would, most of them are happy but Eren's reaction lingers at the back of your mind. "Listen when the little Ackerman terror is born, can I be the godfather?" That's a question that throws Levi off guard, especially since Jean asked it. "No, I want to be the godfather! That baby deserves someone fun as the godfat-" "Neither of you." Levi says, pinching the area between his eyes. "Now, off to training." Standing up one by one they all make their way outside, Mikasa approaches you. "If you need anything you can let me know." She says and you can't help but smile at her. "Thank you, Mikasa."

As the room clears, Levi turns to you. "I am surprised that none of them asked how kids are made." Laughing at these words, you shake your head. "They are all 17-18, Levi. They know all too well by now." You can still remember how traumatized Eren and Mikasa were when they found out, to your surprise, that Armin knew despite his two confused best friends. "Yeah well, all of them are still brats." He kisses your temple and then your belly. "I'll see you two later." He gives you a quick kiss before heading out to training. Your hand goes down to your belly and you rub the bump, in this time of war and hardship, a baby will surely bring at least a bit of happiness into it all.

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ackerpretty · 6 months

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Mikasa coded cause she’ll always be the main girl

#aot smut #mikasa ackerman #mikasa aot #eren x mikasa #mikasa x reader #snk mikasa #attack on titan x female reader #attack on titan x black reader #aot x female reader #aot x black y/n #aot x poc!reader #mikasa smut

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lingeriae · 8 months

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SESSION 32 BY SUMMERWALKER FT ONYANKOPON

synopsis - it's time to move on from ony. idea from this ask!

warnings- cursing, angst, no happy ending (for ony), reader does not end up with ony! insecurties, toxi relationships ig, reader is black and female! few gramar errors.

"i think it's better if we end it."

it's silent as the word leaves your lips, and it slowly kills you and wishes that you were back to screaming like you were a minute before those words left your lips. you don't look at him instead you look down at your feet, afraid to meet his eyes which causes you to miss the way his face shifts to one of panic before it goes blank, you didn't mean that. nah of course you didn't. his hands that were once clenched into fist at his sides relaxes.

"that what you want?" you slowly shift your gaze to look up at him, rubbing your lips together before nodding, your heart squeezing as he gazes at you with a blank look and an unreadable expression on his face.

he always did that, hide his emotions. and it always fustrated the fuck out of you. you could never tell how he was feeling, and he would never tell you either, there were brief moments he would be vunerable but as quickly as it came was as quickly it vanished. it always led to a lot of arguements, that were resolved with a simple appology and tender touches.

not this time though.

you could feel the atmosphere shift as he looked down at you, his jaw clenching and his breathing became faster and harsher before it slowed, and his jaw relaxed.

"ight." and with that four letter word he was brushing past you into the bedroom, your lips parting and your chest tightening. spinning on your heels you turned to watch him, vision getting blurry when you realized he had a bag in his hand, collecting all of his stuff and shoving it into his bag. your mouth suddenly felt dry, and you stopped breathing, the tears fell down your face as if it were a river with no ends.

"s-so that's just it? we done?" your voice cracks, and onyankopon doesn't even blink, muttering under his breath about where one of his socks with his back turned to you. when he finally turns to look at you, he shakes his head and snorts. "I don't know what to tell you, bruh."

he walks past you, being careful not to touch you and the gesture causes you to blink back more tears, your hand moves to hold on to him. to beg him to stay. but your body doesn't move as you watch him walk out the front door, slamming it behind him.

it takes you two minutes of silence, blinking at the door infront you, to realize that onyankopon, the love of your life was gone. gone with just a blink of an eye, not turning back and not even hestitating.

fuck, he didn't even try to stay.

multiple emotions take over you all at once. sadness, anger, hurt, remorse, regret. you couldn't even feel the tears running down your face or the sob that caused your body to shake, not even there when crys after crys left your swollen lips and your knees buckle under you, unknown to the fact that a certain male stood outside of your door rubbing his beard with his hands with his eyebrows drawn together. a nagging feeling in the back of his head telling him to run back inside and go comfort you, to go fix this. but with a shake of his head he quickly dismissed the thoughts.

you wanted this, if you wanted to change that you knew where to come find him, right? with these thoughts in mind, ony sniffs before walking away from the door. walking away from you.

it takes one month.

one month for you to finally try to get over him. three weeks to finally block him and stop stalking his shit, two weeks to stop sending him messages he never replies to, and a couple of days to stop calling him with tears in your eyes and a bottle of henessy in your hand.

packing his stuff into a box you unload it into your car with a huff, deciding that it's time you finally gave it back even though your heart screamed at you no to. you couldn't call him, seeing as how you blocked him on everything, and you doubt he hadn't done the same. if it was one thing ony was, it was defininetly petty.

hopping into your car, you encourage yourself that this was for the best and that you had moved on from the 7 month relationship you and ony had. of course you had. inhaling deeply, you turned on your car and put in ony's address, nibbling your bottom lip as you begin to drive praying that this would go exactly as you hoped it would.

as you pulled up at ony's house, you stood in the car for a moment, trying to calm down your heart which raced in anticipation and anxiety. your fingers gripped the stairing wheel of your car,and you slowly inhaled and exhaled while closing your eyes before pushing open your car door and taking the box out from the back. you walked up the steps that lead to ony's house, and your heart suddenly started racing again as you neared to the door, your legs also begining o feel a little weak.

with one last prayer, you placed the box down and rung the door bell. at the sounds of footsteps, you contemplated running back to your car, and pressing the brakes, but it was too late as the door opened. holding your breath, you prepared yourself to be greeted by the handsome face that belonged to your man--ehem ex-man, only to see a lightskinned female with blonde butterfly locs.

your heart sank as you stared at the woman, eyeing her pretty looks and curves, a nose ring handing prettily from her left nostril and--oh. aint that one of ony's shirts? your eyes suddenly stung, and your nibble on your bottom lips to try and ignore it. she blinked at you, tilting her head before speaking, smiley shinning in the sun as she spoke. "uh, can I help you?"

"n-nah, I just came to drop off somethings for ony." you curse yourself in your hea for stuttering, mustering up your best smile to which she just raised an eyebrow at, blinking at you again.

"mmm, well ony's asleep right now, and he aint tell me bout," she looked you up and down and smacked her lips together. "you."

your eye twitched at her, and your eyebrows drew together wondering if it would be alright if you bopped her in her mouth, before shaking your head with another smile. "he wasn't expecting me, he'll know who it's from." you don't say anything more before turning and walking away, making sure your ass jiggled with each step so she knew what an actual ass looked like, you feel her eyes boring holes into the back of your head all the way to your car, driving off you feel yourself let out a breath you didnt know you were holding.

ony moved on. you thought, a sudden emotion that you were very familiar with overcoming you.

it had just been a month, and he moved on, while you just barely managed to stop crying over him. did he even care? did he even love you? how long has he been talking to that girl? was it before or after? your overthinking only grew worse as you reached your house, the tears you were holding back before immediately came down as you closed your house door.

how could he? act as if your relationship meant nothing? how could he not feel anything?

you didn't even realize you had took out your phone, unblocking his contact and clicking the call icon. waiting with baited breaths as it rang, one, two, three--it never stopped ringing. you try again, biting your bottom lip and closing your eyes, only it goes straight to voice male. with a shaky exhale you try texting him, eyes lighting up when he reads it a minute later, waiting anxiously for his reply.

and you wait ten minutes, still no text from him.

as stupid as it was, that was the moment you realized that ony didn't care as much as you did. maybe he cared, maybe he didn't but not as much as you cared for him.

not as much as you loved him.

and that fact alone broke you. you should've known it would've been like this, why would he try to come back? why would he show you love when he had know fucking idea what love is? when it was so fucking clear he didn't hurt as much as you. when he showed no remorse or tried to change when you begged him to.

it takes you one month, to realize that as much as you loved onyankopon, you had to let go, and it takes you three more months to fully get over him.

and it takes him six months to realize that he's regrets everything, the break-up, the fights. everything. he regrets not fixing it, not listening to you, not trying hard enough.

he regrets it all, and that's why he kocks on your door. desperation in his heart, and a hopeful look on his face.

you love him, right? you'll listen. (?)

ony towers over you, chocolate eyes that now had small but visible bags resting under them looked down at you, and his lips that were usually moist and smooth were now a little dry and chapped, as if hearing your thoughts he licked them, thrusting his chin up in a quick motion. "can we talk?"

the grip you had on the door tightened, and you blinked at him wondering if this was real or if you were tripping. your eyes looked him up down, pausing on his head where you noticed that he needed to trim. which was something unusual when it came to ony, because he always makes sure his hair looks good. after a moment you nod your head, meeting his eyes. "yeah, ill text you."

you watch as ony lips part before you close the door in his face. sighing you walk back into your room, a smile appearing on your face at the sight of your girlfriend on your bed, her sharp silver eyes moving from her phone screen to you. "who was at the door?" mikasa asked, she hummed as you kissed her lips, settling against her chest.

"jus someone I used to know."

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