Goth Mikasa 80s AU ✨
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Solo mirenla, yo caería a sus pies sin dudarlo y Jean... tampoco lo dudó por un segundo.
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Just look at her, I would fall into her charms without a second though, and Jean... Well, he didn't doubt it for a second too.
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Been artblocked nd busy lately😭 Here are some clean sketches huhu
JEANPIKU MY BELOVED (redraw of smth from 2 years ago)
Goth Mika
Porco.... Jean..... Annie...... Get ur girl.
"Don't worry your pretty little heart off♡" (I'm insane nd I want Yelena)
Idk I js liked the pose ref
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imagine goth!mikasa sitting in your lap, the dark lace of her skirt stark against the pale thighs that bracket your hips. your hands are rested on her knees while hers are at work — one on the side of your face, the other leaning against your cheekbone as she skillfully shapes your eyelid with her signature eyeliner. her black manicured nails are lightly pressing into your skin as she moves with the faintest look of concentration on her face: pursed lips and pinpoint eyes that you catch in the short seconds before she mumbles for you to keep your eyes shut.
she’s so invested in this, you love it — especially when says, “open your eyes for me,” as she leans back and tilts your head to get a better look at you. the way she looks then is so candidly elegant, with her thin eyebrows perched, thoughtful, her dark eyes analysing you and her teeth nibbling on lips coloured in matte black. and you smile at that hum she doesn’t even notice that she does as she says, “close them again,” before continuing.
she takes her time and you enjoy every long second of it. you could probably fall asleep like this: her body on you like a weighted blanket, her gentle movements relaxing in their repetition, the smoothness of her skin as you rub your thumbs over her knees. the moment is small and perfect and loving, yet only the prelude to the best part that lies waiting for you at the end.
“okay, i’m done,” mikasa finally says and you hear her smile before you see it, along with the click of the eyeliner lid and clatter of makeup tools being put back in their places. she sits up to reach for the hand mirror somewhere in the sheets and you sit patiently still in anticipation. when she hands you the mirror, you’re stunned speechless by the reflection that stares back at you.
“wow,” you breathe, turning your head from side to side and admiring mikasa’s handiwork. “you’ve really outdone yourself, mika.” you glance at your girlfriend, who has her eyes shyly averted to her lap and one hand tucking some hair behind a piercing-covered ear.
you set aside the mirror then hook your fingers behind her knees and pull her closer to you. “thank you for making me look so pretty, love,” you say, kissing the tip of her nose.
mikasa smiles. “you’re already pretty, i just made you prettier.”
you giggle at the compliment and the grin of it lingers, curling up your cheeks cattily. “since when are you such a flirt?” you tease.
she frowns in confusion, the blush on her face soft but evident on her fair skin. “i’m not, i’m just telling the truth.”
you capture her in your arms and bury your face in her neck. “you’re so sweet,” you mumble into the layers of silver necklaces on her collarbone. her body relaxes against yours and she leans into your touch. smoky perfume and wisps of raven hair that smell faintly of cherries and petrichor surround you. her careful hands pet your hair and occasionally her nails drag across your nape, the touch featherlight and soothing. you hum in contentment, feeling ever at home in your girlfriend’s embrace.
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