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m-jelly · 5 months

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I have a miche request since it was his birthday

where miche is a smoker and reader (his dear friend) is constantly reprimanding him to stop. reader suggests that instead of smoking he kiss her whenever he has the urge to smoke because kissing keeps his mouth busy.

but then he teases her saying he has to keep his hands busy as wells he fingers her

Lips and fingers

Mike x fem!reader

Modern AU, friends to lovers, smoking, fluff, flirting, suggestive content, cheeky Mike, teasing, kissing

You try and stop your friend from smoking you take a big step and put your feelings forward by suggesting he kiss you. He accepts the two of you passionately kiss. He then teases you and suggests his fingers need to be kept busy too by your breasts or more.

You jumped into action as soon as you saw Mike pull out a cigarette from his case. With a swift movement, you quickly took the cigarette before he could light it. Heat consumed your cheeks as you felt Mike's beautiful blue eyes on you.

Mike chuckled a little. "What are you up to?"

You played with the cigarette. "You shouldn't smoke."

He released a long sigh. "This again?"

You whined. "Mike, you're killing yourself with these."

"I know, but I enjoy them and it's a moment to breathe."

You moved closer to him as you crushed the cigarette in your hands due to nerves. "If you get a tingling in your lips with the need to feel a cigarette between your lips, then maybe you should use my lips instead. My lips can be a rather good distraction and replacement."

Mike put his case in his pocket as he smirked. "Your lips, huh? So, you want to kiss me." He tangled his fingers in your hair and sighed. "So, how long have you been thinking of kissing me?"

You gulped hard. "A while. I've liked you more than a friend for a while too."

He leaned closer. "I have been wanting to kiss you for a while now too."

He smiled a little before kissing you. He hummed in happiness before nipping your lip and slipping his hot warm tongue into your mouth. He thought you tasted sweet and was hoping that he didn't taste like an ashtray.

He pulled back and sighed. "You taste sweet."

You mewled. "Thank you. You taste manly."

He chuckled. "No smoke taste?"

"No." You played with his shirt. "If you smoke I won't kiss you again, cause you'll taste funny."

"Well now, I feel very motivated." He ran his thumb over your bottom lip. "There is one thing though."

You gazed at him with your beautiful bright eyes. "What's that?"

"Well, you've distracted my lips, but what do I do with my hands?"

You felt your cheeks burn. "I umm...I'm not sure. Do you have a suggestion?"

He ran his hands down your body and gently squeezed. "Well..." He purred. "How about I massaged your breasts." He leaned closer. "Or perhaps bury my fingers deep into your warm, wet and welcoming pussy."

You gasped a little at his words before lowering your head as your heart raced. "Mm."

"Too much?"

You shook your head. "N-No. I want it." You looked up and gazed at him. "I want it if you want it. I want you."

He pressed his lips against yours as he softly rubbed and teased you. It made you both whine that you were wearing trousers and underwear. "Shall we go to my room?"

You nodded as you lightly panted. "Please."

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numelu · 10 months

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wing-ed-thing · 10 months

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Not you, Miche. Dog Miche. (Miche Zacharius x Reader)

Synopsis: For as long as you’ve been a Squad Leader, you’ve kept your rescued mutt. And ever since you rescued him, Miche had been demoted to “Human Miche.”

Word Count: 2.8k

Tags/Warnings: Fluff, Comedy, Minor Original DOG, Reader is awkward and just wants to have a good time, Gender Neutral Reader, Suggestive Misunderstanding, Idiots in Love

Notes: I had a lot of fun writing this! I hope you enjoy!

When the two of you first met, all it took was a little bit of bacon, and Miche wouldn’t leave your side.

Dog Miche. Not Human Miche, although you were sure it would’ve worked for Human Miche too.

Your whole squad gathered around the wooden picnic table, laughing and cooing as you spent your rare, minuscule meat ration on the random mutt that followed you outside the walls. They gathered together, all too pleased to fawn over your surprise guest. You guessed that he must’ve followed the troops from Wall Maria, but given how far the base was from the walls, you were surprised that the mutt kept up well with the horses. The dog laid on his back, letting your squad rub his tummy as his tongue drooped lazily from his panting jaw.

“That’s a good boy! You’re a Scout puppy, aren’t you?” you babbled, feeding the dog another piece of your rations in exchange for a roll. Your squad cheered for the feat. “I think we have a new squad mascot!” Your soldiers chanted with you, eager to get kisses from your new team member.

Erwin emerged from the gated castle entrance, a light frown on his lips. With night closing in and the commotion he heard outside, he had cause for worry, and when Erwin noticed the circle of soldiers huddled together, he immediately went to investigate. He pushed past your group of chanting squad members into the middle of the commotion. They shot up, snapping into a salute upon recognizing their commander. You followed suit as Erwin reached the center of your little circle. Your rations fell to the ground and were swiftly gobbled up by your new canine friend.

Erwin surveyed the group, pivoting his head slightly to both sides before glancing down. The sight of the dog almost caused him to do a double-take before he returned his attention to you. He shook his head, casting his gaze to the side as he brushed a hand over his mouth.

“Care to explain?” he asked, trying to cover up the hint of a laugh. It wasn’t easy to throw off Commander Erwin. You pursed your lips, attempting to hold back your smile as you continued to salute. Both of you graduated from the same cadet class.

“It is a cute dog, sir!” you exclaimed. The dog sat by your feet with a wagging tail and let out a soft howl. Erwin motioned for you to drop your salute, and you took the opportunity to scoop the mutt up into your arms. He had no protests as his long snout flopped over your shoulder. His tail continued to wag. Erwin stared, brows slightly higher on his forehead than usual as his features painted over with a semblance of amusement. “I would like to propose a new mascot for my squad formally!”

“No dogs in the Survey Corps, Squad Leader,” he said with a pointed expression and began to walk away. Your lips contorted into a round shape, ready to retort. You hurried after him, the dog still blissfully in your arms. Your squad busied themselves with chatter.

“But Commander, this little guy kept up with us all the way from Wall Maria. He made it all the way out here, and if that’s not a Scout dog, I don’t know what is!” You matched Erwin’s pace as he stalked back to base. His cloak blew behind him. He glanced at you from his peripheral.

“There’s no such thing as a Scout dog.” You nearly stopped where you walked, but the disappointment only made you increase your stride.

“Well, this could be the first one!” Erwin shook his head to himself. You jogged until you were in front of him, blocking his path. “Please, Commander. Consider. The Scouts already named him. You’ll want to hear his name!” You turned around so that the dog faced Erwin. He attempted to lick Erwin’s face but missed. You craned your neck to gauge his expression.

Erwin only sighed, considering why he had come outside in the first place. He spoke your name slowly in a tone laced with exasperation. Erwin had a long day and wasn’t about to spend more energy deliberating with you about a squad mascot.

“Commander, please! His name is so funny!” He flickered from your hopeful expression to the dog's goofy smile in your arms. Erwin pinched the bridge of his nose.

“What’s his name?” he asked with a heavy sigh. You flashed him a toothy grin.

“Miche Zac-ca-nine-us!”

And much to Erwin’s own admission, the dog did look strikingly like Miche Zacharius in an indescribable way. They both shared similar sand-colored hair and angular face. The dog even had a long snout paired with the almost striking length of his body. With leggy appendages built for agility, something else about this dog was just so much like Miche Zacharius that Erwin couldn’t quite put his finger on it. He reached up to give the long tuff of fur on Dog Miche’s head a rough ruffle. Another reluctant sigh escaped the tired commander.

“If the dog makes it back with us, we can talk about it.”

***

“You named the dog after me?” Miche, Human Miche, had asked the day you had first returned together. He had approached you where you sat with your new pet, arms coiled over his broad chest. You remembered that day well. He had shed his jacket and cloak to help organize the leftover equipment back into storage.

“Oh, yeah,” you laughed, scratching at the back of your neck. You were still bandaged from reckless injuries you incurred before the Scout’s retreat. The dog wound himself between Miche’s legs, sniffing rigorously at the back of his knee. “Don’t you see the resemblance?” Miche looked down, taking an exaggerated step backward. His actions were in vain as Dog Miche followed, continuing to sniff. The dog even had a middle part. Miche, the man, snorted.

“I can’t say I do.”

“Are you offended?” you asked sheepishly. While you did find the name apt— not to mention extremely hilarious— you understood how letting your squad name a dog after your fellow Squad Leader could easily come off as insulting at best.

“I don’t have a problem with it.”

That had been the extent to which Miche initially confronted you about your new pet, not anticipating the inevitable problem staring him right in the face.

The more you took the speedy canine on expeditions, the more famous he became among the soldiers. Being so small, titans hardly paid attention to your agile mutt. He was the perfect size and speed for delivering messages and small equipment between squads in Erwin’s Long-Distance Enemy Scouting Formation. More than anything else, you suspected that everyone liked having a dog around, but his presence came with one downside…

“Miche!”

Miche glanced up from his work towards Hange. His brow rose as he hummed in response, peaking his head over the heavy cargo boxes in his arms. Hange, meanwhile, had already been tackled by your squad mascot.

“Sorry, Human Miche! Not you!” they laughed between licks to the face. “I meant Dog Miche!” Miche’s lips formed a tight frown.

“Is ‘Human Miche’ really necessary—”

“Oi, Human Miche, we need those over here.” Levi tapped his foot a few feet away from the wagon. He motioned with his head in agitation before walking off. Miche’s nose wrinkled in annoyance as he carefully maneuvered himself from the cargo wagon.

You were coming in the opposite direction. Even on your days off, you came to hang around headquarters, probably because you didn’t have anything better to do. But even so, Miche was used to your standard uniform and always found it an adjustment to see you in civilian clothes. You waved to him with a gentle smile.

“Good afternoon, Human Miche!” He stopped somewhat diagonally to you, a tall stack of cargo balanced expertly in his arms. You looked off to the side to give an energetic wave to Hange, who rolled around on the courtyard ground with Miche the Dog.

“You can just call me Miche…” he almost muttered. You laughed. As you did, a bit of red crept onto Miche’s (the human) cheeks. He truly hadn’t taken offense when you originally named your dog. Rather, the fact that you looked at a cute animal and thought of him made him hopeful for your continued relationship, but he hadn’t imagined his demotion to ‘Human Miche’ by the entire branch being part of that.

“Well, there’s two Miche’s, so Human Miche and Dog Miche!” you giggled, half paying attention as you watched the dog run off with Hange’s goggles. Miche shifted the cargo, the pile teetering for a second before rebalancing. “Besides—” You held his stark blue eyes in your friendly gaze. He almost lost balance of his things again. “He just looks so much like you; everyone’s decided he has dibs.”

The mutt came as if he knew you were talking about him. And before Miche could even respond to your joke— he hoped you were joking— you had taken Hange’s goggles and waved him goodbye. By the time any words formed on his lips, you were already halfway across the courtyard.

***

You came sometime in the middle of the night.

Miche had stayed up with a few other Scouts to play cards around an empty dining table, all of them stopping as you burst through the door. Miche had heard you coming. He knew your frantic steps— he knew your scent— anywhere. He stood as soon as you stepped foot in the room. You were in your slippers. Your night robe was slung over your shoulders, barely hiding your baggy, disheveled clothes.

“Have any of you seen Miche?” You made direct eye contact with Human Miche before shaking your head with a deep blink. “The dog! I mean, my dog! Have you seen him?” Miche was already approaching you. You held the pads of your fingers up to your lips.

“What happened?” he asked with a certain sternness.

“I’ve been calling him for the past half hour, and he hasn’t come back. He’s never not come back when called,” you explained frantically. Miche’s jaw tightened as he offered you a curt nod. He squared his shoulder back to stand a bit taller than he already did.

“I’ll find him.” Miche pushed past you, looking more serious than you have ever seen him before. Shaking off the momentary shock, you let his words sink in. You swiftly followed him, chasing after Miche’s large form as he descended dim stairwells and dark halls.

“What do you mean?” you called after him, finding it difficult to keep up with his large, determined strides. You followed him to the stables before you got an answer. He mounted his horse, once again moving past you. He leaned down to ruffle your hair as he went.

“I’ll find him,” he said before riding into the night.

***

You sat by the stables, anxiously awaiting Miche’s return. The hour he was away felt like a lifetime. When you saw the vague silhouette of his horse from afar, you shot up from the step you were sitting on. You stood in anticipation, holding your breath as he drew nearer. You hurried to him as he approached the stables, able to spot those curtain bangs anywhere.

Sure enough, Miche made good on his promise. Dismounting from his horse, he held a dripping-wet Dog Miche under his arm. Actually, at second glance, both of there were absolutely soaked. Miche plopped your dog into your arms. Your little mutt shivered.

“I found him at the bank of the river. Poor thing must’ve taken a swim.” Miche led his horse back into the stable.

“Are you okay?” you asked, concern palpable in your trembling voice. You maneuvered around the stallion to look at him. Droplets of water poured from his hair. The wetness from your dog’s fur seeped into your shirt. You set him down carefully onto the stone below, commanding him to go to your quarters. With a shake of his fur, Dog Miche trotted towards the building. “Thank you so much, Miche. I feel so bad; you’re absolutely soaked.”

You quickly shrugged off your night robe, clutching it in front of you as you marched into the stable. Miche was just finishing returning his horse when he suddenly turned, almost crashing into you. He recoiled in surprise. You stumbled back, tripping on the hay below your feet, but Miche instinctively caught your wrist. You met his gaze in the dimness, just the fabric of your robe keeping your skin from meeting his.

You looked off, gaining your footing as you offered him your robe. He slowly let you go.

“Thank you for coming to my rescue. I didn’t mean to cause you trouble,” you said in a small voice. Something about your proximity made your words feel too loud.

“No trouble caused.” Miche took your robe gingerly, but as he held it by the shoulders, it became apparent that the single garment wasn’t suited for the job you intended. You tried not to let a cringe overtake your expression. Miche handed the fabric back to you as you muttered apologies.

“We should probably get back inside to get you dried off. I have tea—” You glanced over at the lit exterior of the building, and when you looked back at Miche, he had already removed his shirt. He paused as he wrung it out. A violent splash of water hit the floor from just a single wring. You must’ve made a face because he hummed in question. Mortified at your blatant gawking, you turned. You rubbed the back of your neck. “I mean, if tea sounds good to you. I was just saying… that I have tea.”

The urge to cringe grew stronger.

“Thanks,” you heard Miche say, “I would have to change first.” A pang of embarrassment hit your core, reverberating through your chest. Somehow, this obvious course of action slipped your mind, not to mention that you all lived adjacent to each other.

“Right…” you laughed nervously. You shook your head, hoping to clear whatever clouded thoughts ran through your head. You fiddled with the material of the robe draped over your forearm. “Don’t worry about it, I completely—” Miche let out a deep hum followed by a slow drawl of your name. You perked up in attention.

“I don’t… ahem… I don’t…” Miche trailed off, running a hand through his damp hair. He cleared his throat. “I don’t require any sort of special thanks.” Your eyes knitted together in confusion. You dared to turn slightly toward him. Miche didn’t look you in the eye. His damp shirt sat crooked on his shoulders. Wrinkles from where he wrung the fabric stretched across his torso. “For finding your dog. If that’s why you’ve invited me to yours, it’s not necessary.” You gaped. Miche hung something up on a hook on the wall.

“Of course not! Are you crazy?” you sputtered, toning your voice to a hushed whisper as you remembered the time of day. His eyes widened, palms waving defensively in front of his chest as you whipped at him with your robe. “Christ, Miche, is that what you were expecting?” Your skin burned warm as you struggled to hind words. “Riding out into the dark like that just for—”

“No, not at all!” He’d never spoken so fast, apologies spilling from his lips. “I misunderstood!” He held his arms higher as you stood poised to whack at him again. Your lip quivered from the stress of your tightened muscles. You slowly lowered your makeshift weapon, throwing the robe back over your shoulders as you clutched it closed in front of you.

“Damn right, you did,” you stuttered out, absolutely mortified at the impression you gave.

Silence overtook the two of you. Neither of you dared to move as the sound of nocturnal bugs chirped in the background. Miche’s horse shifted on its hooves. You crossed your arms firmly over your chest.

“Thank you for saving Miche,” you spat out.

“Of course.”

You paused, only taking a moment to nod before fully turning on your heel to return to your quarters. Miche watched as you went, certain that he had completely fumbled the interaction. But much to his surprise, you stopped right at the entrance of the stables.

“When you’ve changed into dry clothes, I will be having tea… which you are welcome to. You know, to get warm.” You didn’t even face him. “I’m sure Miche would love to see you.” You nodded to yourself again. Miche took in a deep breath.

“Alright,” he said, “I’ll see you two soon.”

You headed back with Miche trailing just a short distance behind you.

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violet-fluff · 3 months

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💙 Mike Zacharius x Abused!Reader

Safe In My Squad

Warning: abuse, alcoholism, trauma

Layla, your best friend, was standing in Mike's office. "Thanks again, Mike, for getting her into the Survey Corp."

Mike gives a curt nod. "I still don't see why she would want to join the regiment that is most likely to have her killed."

Layla hums in agreement. "Y/N's at a stand still being in the Military Police. She doesn't get to do much and when she does, it's really for nothing. She wants to be part of the help for humanity. Besides, I'm sure she would love having you as a captain way more than she likes having Nile as one."

A few hours later, you arrive at the Survey Corp. base and change into your new uniform. You touch the new and unfamiliar badge that was stitched to your jacket because what was once a green unicorn, is now a blue and white set of wings sitting in place.

"I like the look of this one better." You smile and perk up when you hear a knock at your door.

When the door opens, and Mike had to bend his head down a bit as to not bump his head on the top of the frame.

"Ah, I meet the gentle giant once again." You laugh and position your fist over your heart to salute.

You and Mike are familiar with each other. Often paired up when training back in boot camp. You would still see him every once in a while, when the Military Police and Survey Corp. grouped together for a meeting.

Mike gives out a quick sniff. "Didn't I tell you years ago that you'd regret joining the Military Police?"

"Everyone makes mistakes I guess." You shrug and look to the side. "Thanks for taking me in. I'm sorry with what happened to Nanaba. She was a great soldier."

Mike shivers at having to remember how his fellow squad member went down. "Yeah, well, this is the reality of being part of this brigade."

Mike then takes the next few hours to give you a tour of the base, introducing you to yours and his squad, and to help you fill out some paperwork.

"Y/N!!!!!!" Layla squeals as she watches you walk into the mess hall.

You flash a big smile when she runs up to hug you.

"Mike! You didn't tell me she was already here!"

Sitting down, Mike takes a sip of his water. "We had to get a lot done."

It’s when sitting to eat dinner, you get to become more familiar with Hanji and Levi while they ask about your time with the Military Police.

"Ah, yes! Those Military Police folk always seem like a stick in the mud!" Hanji laughs.

Levi clicks his tongue. "A bunch of assholes is how I see them."

You nervously laugh as you keep what you really went through in your mind. Layla looks at you with comforting eyes which Mike caught.

A couple weeks pass by, and you are with Mike out on the training grounds as you embarrassingly stand before him.

"I'm sorry. I'm just not good at this."

Mike shakes his head. "It's understandable. You've barely had to use your 3D gear so it might take you just a little longer to learn. You won't be going out on any missions unless I approve of it though."

He then notices one of your shoulder straps a bit loose, so he reaches out to tighten it, but retracts his hand in shock when you flinch hard and step back.

"S-sorry!" You apologize quickly as your face heats up when Mike can only stare back at you. "I'll...I'll go fix it myself!"

And you run off, leaving Mike standing there confused.

Your demeaner changes after that day. You've become anxious and you find yourself doing nervous habits like biting at your lips or shaking your leg.

Mike also notices that you don't go around him unless it’s for training or meetings. With you being a member of his squad, he had to get to the bottom of this so he went to Layla.

"Y/N is not herself lately and I know that you know why."

Layla scrunches her face. "It's not my business to give."

Mike's eyes fall flat in annoyance. "As her squad captain, it is my business to know. If it's not handled, she can get herself hurt with her head in the fog."

Layla sighs and takes a seat. "She's also afraid she'll get hurt."

"How so?"

"I guess I'll just rip the bandaid off because this is not an easy conversation..." Layla hesitates for a moment, "Y/N was getting abused during her time with the Military Police."

"Abused?" Mike sits up straighter, "By who?"

"Nile." Kayla sees Mike's face grow dark. He already hates Nile, so this is the icing on the cake. "He would um...hit her a lot, call her names, make her his personal servant."

This gives Mike the answer as to why Y/N flinched away from him that day.

"No one did anything about it?" He asks.

Kayla shakes her head sadly. "She tried to turn him in, but they just laughed and said maybe she needed to be put in her place. I wanted to help her, but she begged me not to or she would get in trouble with Nile."

Mike clears his throat. "She flinched back from me the other day. She knows I won't hurt her right?"

"She doesn't know that yet. Her trust in people isn't very high. Y/N always thinks people will end up hitting her or start talking down to her if she doesn't do a good job. She was conditioned to believe that for a lot of years." Kayla explains as Mike just listens in shock.

"Is that why she hasn't been around me lately? I know she's been upset because she hasn't got 3D maneuvering down, but I would never hurt her."

Kayla hums. "That's partly the reason. The abuse made her depressed and she turned to alcohol for a while. The addiction got pretty bad until I worked with her to get off of it. Addiction stays for life though, and she's been holding herself back from drinking it lately. That is also another reason you might see her so anxious and fidgety."

Mike thanks Kayla for the information and leaves to find you. The base is empty as everyone is in their rooms asleep, except for you. You snuck out of bed and into the mess hall.

You stand on your tippy toes to try and reach a rum bottle on the top shelf when a big hand grabs it instead.

Snapping around, you are face to face with Mike who holds the bottle up high.

“Mike?!”

He grunts. “Were you trying to get this?”

You pale as you stumble on trying to find words to say. “I-I ….I’m sorry! I-“

Mike sets the bottle on the table and you close your eyes, waiting for some sort of impact to hit your face.

You let out a shaky breathe when you feel gentle fingers glide across your cheek. Slowly opening your eyes, you see Mike crouched in front of you.

“Kayla told me everything.”

You don’t speak as his fingers touching your face are making you nervous.

He sighs. “I won’t hurt you. What they did was inhumane and they will be dealt with.”

You can only nod as you have yet to relax your tense body.

“You also don’t need any alcohol to comfort you. Come to me if you need help.”

“O-ok.” You squeak out.

Mike then takes your hands and holds them gently, but you break out into a sob and lean over to hug him.

He hugs you back tightly and sniffs your hair. This was the closest he’s been to you and your scent is lovely to him. Unbeknownst to you, Mike has always had feelings for you. He gave up on those feelings when you decided to split ways by going to the Military Police, but they would always blossom again whenever he would see you.

A few days later, you are in the washroom with Mike as you clean his hands. You gently wash over the cuts and bruises going across his knuckles, and you give him a scolding look, but he can only smile at the fact you won’t ever be hurt again.

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dreamyeuphoricll · 1 year

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#snk #aot #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #hange #eren yeager #hange zoë #mikasa #aot spoilers #levi ackerman #erwin smith #mike zakarius #moblit berner #sasha braus #floch forster

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story-kat · 1 year

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Art by kaiusa1

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giuliadrawsstuff · 1 year

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You're not alone.

Clearer pic without the ghost transparency so you can see them all better.

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liiittlehand · 2 years

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Cafe au I guess?

inspired by this official art:

#u find any easter egg?#official art my beloved my muse #aot #snk #attack on titan #erwin smith #levi ackerman #hange zoe #mike zakarius #mikasa ackerman #eren jeager #armin arlet #cafe au #liiiittlehand

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chaotic-nick · 2 years

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Train me then - Miche Zacharias x Reader

About: It started out as a joke, Miche patting his lap and asking you to sit on him. However, it somehow ended with you sitting on his face.

Warnings: Face sitting, oral (f receiving), Miche calling reader 'darling', friends with benefits

wc: 1294

“Everyone’s busy outside, huh,” she turned to him about to ask why he wasn't joining them out in the backyard. Cut off by his lazy smile, gaze stuck on her and not on anything else.

Heaving, Miche sat up straight and patted his hand on his thigh. “I can— we can be busy, sit on my lap.”

“Miche!” Not that anyone would hear him and start suspecting why they got so close all of a sudden. Wide eyes relaxed and went back to looking at his hands, “I’m heavy.”

“Uh-huh,” speaking into his —surprisingly— first cup of the night, “Not too confident sitting on my lap, how can you sit on your partner’s face.” He slumped further on her couch as he waited for her reaction. Also to hide from the slaps delivered to his arm. Correcting himself when her head snapped to him after what he said settled in, “future partner, sorry.” As if his grin would do any help in making her love him more, and be less annoyed.

Flinching when she lifted up the cup that she held with both hands and rested on her knee, she tipped the liquid into his. Not wanting to drink as usual, “Fine,” she declared, “Show me how I should sit on my future partner’s face then, Miche.”

It was his turn to become wide-eyes, unblinking too while his back sank further into the couch. Her next words, however, had put the grin back on his face, “You think anyone’s gonna notice if we leave?”

“Another training,” he laughed, standing up to put his jacket on her shoulders.

“Don’t say it like that.”

“Then how do we say it huh?” He teased, swinging his body to her, taking advantage of their height advantage to playfully jab her shoulders. “Friends with benefits?”

“Sex education, demonstrated edition?”

“Miche,” the warning glare on her face stopped him midway from finishing his sentence, “one more thing from you and my mood’s gone.” And turned away, hugging his jacket close to her as she walked quicker.

He was in many ways attractive. Not that she didn’t like him being comfortable enough to be playful with her, but, she liked it when his mouth was shut. Eyes narrowed behind his bangs, silent because he was deep in thought.

She slowed her steps when his lingering presence somehow vanished, wondering where he could’ve— knees collapsing into his forearm and her shoulders being held by his arm, (Y/n) didn’t have any time to process that he waited for her to get far before he ran to scoop her in his arms. Only hearing, “I’m having the last word, whether you like it or not.” Laughing as he ran along the sidewalk.

“Dude, what the fuck?”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re so moaning my name later.”

She hated how right he was.

. . .

No, scratch that she hated how he was always truthful. His words never being empty. Knees planted into his mattress and hands curled around the headboard, her eyes wandered everywhere in his room.

There wasn't anything interesting in a thirty-one-year-old’s bedroom when he had his own home to decorate. Except for a few plants hanging at the side, and the box of condoms she told him to not bother putting away the last time they were together.

Training her eyes on the condoms, she dared not look below her. A heated face from excitement was enough. “Are you sure about this?” HIs question came with his hands slithering up to her lower back to give it a reassuring squeeze, green eyes trying to meet hers despite the hunched-up skirt.

“Yeah,” her heart drummed loud enough that it was the only thing she heard. By far, this was the only time felt herself become wetter than other ‘dates’ of theirs. Feeling his finger move her underwear to the side, her breath hitched at her slit being so exposed.

Exposed so quickly to him and from a new angle like this.

A click of his tongue broke her trance, hands that softy held her back moved to the back of her thighs and gripped it with a force she liked. One that’ll leave little nail marks once he wasn’t the filthy version of himself. ”Fuck—” he drawled into her, his nose parting her lips open.

Though she was concerned, almost feeling embarrassed. “Am I heavy?” Thighs squirming in his grasp to move away from his face. A question answered by the rough tighten of his hands around how much of her thighs he could grab.

“— How are you this wet already? Fuck.” From nails dug into the plush, his arms stretched to wrap around her thighs. “No. Stay still, yeah? Or try to at least.” The end of his sentence was muffled when his tongue darted out to try a teasing lick.

Feeling all the strength in her limbs go, a screen of tears quickly formed from how much his tongue gave her selfish cunt. “Ah~ should’ve done this sooner.” She giggled, pushing her hips lower to meet the heat in his mouth, not expecting his nose to bump into her clit.

A shaky breath as she surrendered to the satisfaction he gave her, tears sliding down at the side of her face as she shut her eyes. Knowing how he was in their many . . . spontaneous dates, the end for sex in his book was her pleasure.

His being an option.

“Fuck,” was the word she’d hear him say in the continuous sounds of squelching as he angled to poke his tongue in deeper. A deep groan that fed her ego and sent her to a greedy haze, of wanting more.

“J-just like that,” she demanded, knees digging deeper in the pillows they rested in. Her hand that held on to the frame of the bed went up to tweak a nipple and threw her head back at the familiar tempo of pleasure.

A pop when she lifted herself away from him, barely able to balance herself. Along with any control of her body, gone was her consideration for him reaching his own climax. “I’m really close— I should probably lay down, yeah?”

Beneath her, she could only see the blankness in his eyes. Brows furrowed and sweat— or was it her slick that made his forehead look wet like that? “How about no.” She heard before being pulled down to him, this time his tongue shamelessly laying flat on her twitching hole.

“Miche, Miche . . .” she repeated in breathless whispers, forehead against the headboard.

It stopped. She couldn’t hear anything else other than her beating heart.

Her mouth fell open to a final squeal of his name until she fell silent. Eyes clenched shut while her hair curtained the side of her face as waves of a new kind of euphoria made itself known.

With legs turned into jelly, she manoeuvred herself to get off him. Give him the room to breathe— unless it was Miche’s weird kinks to be suffocated to death by her cunt. “Ah, fuck,” she sighed, balancing herself with a hand on the bed.

“You need a towel.” She finally said after looking at Miche who still laid there, hands resting on his chest and a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Observing him more, she was proven that it was in fact not sweat that pushed his bangs away from his face.

With a hum, he closed his eyes. “Let me take this in.”

“Miche,” she threw the towel he kept in the drawer of his nightstand, “you’re literally wet.”

“Wanna drown me next?” Still, with his eyes closed, Miche smiled. Knowing what was about to happen at her finger hooking the waistband of his underwear.

“Is that an invitation or a challenge?”

“However you wanna take it, darling.”

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commander-hanji-zoe · 1 year

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Hi!!! I was wondering if you could do like a headcanon for the vets and og levi squad if they had like a suicidal s/o. I love your blog btw!

Hey - thank you so much! I realise this came into my inbox a long time ago and then I wasn't writing anything. But with NaNoWriMo I'm picking up a few old requests and wanted to write this one.

Firstly – CW/TW for mentions of suicidal thoughts.

These will be a bit repetitive because as always I think the vets and O/G Levi Squad would all be incredibly supportive in their own way. They would all want to do what they could within their power and while respecting their s/o’s wishes, to help. They would be sensitive, they would all also want their s/o to get professional help, whether seeing a doctor, councillor, nurse, private therapist. It would very much be the first thing they would discuss with their S/O, to check whether they were already seeing someone and how it’s going, or if not to see if they could research who would be best to speak to. Mostly all of them would be happy to accompany their S/O to appointments but equally respect boundaries if their S/O would rather go alone.

They would be there to ensure appointments aren’t missed and any medication or practises such as daily diary updates, affirmations etc. also are adhered to – though this will be managed sensitively and without pressure.

I wrote the above because this is such an important and very sensitive topic and one that as a lot of you know, I am very familiar with. I didn’t want to type the same thing for each of the characters so the above is there to read first before the below – it is also there as a reminder to anyone who may need to hear it.

I’m always here to listen if you need someone to vent to, but if you need help, please reach out to your doctor/physician etc. and/or family and friends that you trust.

Erwin

He understands that being suicidal doesn’t mean their s/o wants to die or not be here anymore and rather that it means they’re just very tired, exhausted by the mental pain they are in and Erwin will do everything within his power to comfort them and talk things through. He understands the importance of not getting emotional himself and keeping the conversation going, being rational and calm where possible.

Erwin would want to ensure that he could keep an eye on his s/o if they didn’t live together, suggesting they either take some time away together (in a perfect au reality where he isn’t commander of the survey corps!) otherwise he will suggest you move in with him for a little while just so he’s there for you in the darkest moments.

He would remove things that his s/o could potentially use to harm themselves with but he wouldn’t make a big thing out of it, announce he was doing it or do it when his s/o could see. This would be very intentional so that his s/o didn’t think a big deal was being made or get angry at the response, rather it is a tactical decision from Erwin to protect his s/o subtly.

Mike

Mike knows something is up, he can sense it – there’s a smell to sadness like autumn leaves in rain. Like rot and damp – but he won’t say it for the fear it’ll sound like he’s romanticising it. But he’s got good intuition when it comes to others emptions.

He doesn’t like euphemisms and would rather address the issue straight up, not in a way that’s blunt or unkind. But his s/o is too important to him to beat around the bush. Equally he won’t push his s/o into talking, but he does take it very seriously and needs his s/o to know he’s there for them.

Asks his s/o if it gets too much to please tell him, they don’t even have to speak and can just sit in silence if needed. Mike will encourage going on small walks with him to get fresh air and eating/drinking even if it’s just small amounts frequently, perhaps cooking up a batch of favourite soup so that it isn’t over-whelming for his s/o and certainly isn’t forced.

Encourages baby steps, if their s/o doesn’t feel like doing day to day tasks or small acts of self care he will help but then encourage them to do something for themselves. For example he may brush their hair and then say, “Doesn’t that feel better, how about we brush our teeth together to tick off our morning routine.”

He’ll give them a journal with a few drawings he’s done to make them smile but also so they have somewhere to keep track of how they’re feeling and what makes things better and what makes things worse.

Hanji

Would hate that their s/o felt like this but also would understand, they too have felt the pull when things get too much. Hanji is very protective so would do what they could in their power to help their s/o and be as supportive as possible.

Their way of helping is to provide distraction – whether it’s to involve their s/o in their work and research or to take them for a few days out or perhaps to see a play. Hanji will however avoid large crowds or large groups of friends and be very careful not to do anything too over-whelming, perhaps checking with their s/o what they’d like to do first. If their s/o didn’t want to go anywhere Hanji would force or push going out, but after a few days they would try to gently encourage them to get some fresh air together and go for a change of scenery that may offer a different point of view.

Won’t go to sleep until their s/o is asleep so that Hanji can watch them, scratch their back, stroke their hair, sing, talk…whatever their s/o needs to drift off into a peaceful sleep hopefully free from nightmares. For Hanji they also need this, they need to know that they’re helping somehow, and they need to know their s/o is safe, going to sleep first is not an obtain.

Nanaba

“Oh my love…” Nanaba is so incredibly soft and kind, it breaks her heart knowing how much this is hurting her s/o but she does everything she can to remain composed and strong for them. She doesn’t get emotional or make it about her.

She’ll go a bit over board with buying things to help, from self help books (which after reading a few pages she kind of hates and so hides them), their s/o’s favourite food, drinks, lots of vitamins, books, flowers. She hates feeling helpless but wants her s/o to know they’re not alone.

Very good at late night chats, perhaps out and about, perhaps in the bath. Nanaba will listen without interruption. She wants to know what’s going on in her s/o’s mind and if there’s anything she can do to help. She wants to understand where this has come from, what the triggers are and what can be done to avoid them.

If there’s anything that needs removing from their room/house etc. Anything that makes her s/o feel sad or scared, Nanaba is there to quietly remove them at night and instead replace the objects with things that are nicer and more comforting.

Levi

In many respects Levi doesn’t quite understand and it’s for two reasons, partly because as a person he’s incredibly matter of fact and stoic as a way of life. And partly because he’s fought so hard to survive, after everything he’s been through it’s incomprehensible at first how anyone could want to purposefully end it. But. Levi is intelligent and aware of others and the difficulties, challenges and heartaches that exist – especially when it comes to his S/O. So he will be patient, he will remain calm and not express his initial reaction with his s/o as he wouldn’t want them to feel their feelings were invalid, wrong etc.

If his s/o isn’t up to cleaning or sorting out mundane tasks of course Levi will be there to help out and ensure everything is sparkling and like new. But he also buys a few things that make the cleaning easier and comes up with solutions to help his s/o get through day to day tasks for themselves – reminding them everything they do is an achievement.

Levi can be particularly quiet at times but turns out this is exactly what his s/o will need. Just someone to listen and not react to everything that’s being said. Someone quiet who can hold their hand if they need it and be by their side through it all.

Levi loves being outside and the fresh air – a long horse trek with snacks, tea, lots of healthy mood boosting foods are in order and so he plans a nice trip away for the two of them, hoping this may somehow brighten his s/o’s mood and remind them of the beautiful places in the world. The small things, the simple things and help them believe everything will be okay in the end.

Moblit

This will break him, initially he’ll be asking himself what he did wrong and what he could do better to make his s/o not want to end their life anymore or feel this way. But Moblit is pretty quick to pick himself up from this and realise it isn’t about him and that it is not an individual’s fault. As difficult as it is and as supportive as he will be, he has to remind himself and potentially his s/o depending on their behaviour – that he is not in control of this.

He’ll want to get to the bottom of why his s/o feels like this in a way that sometimes can be a little over-bearing or even intrusive. He doesn’t mean it to be, he’s just certain if he knows what is causing it he can help fix it. Due to his work with Hanji he’s become accustomed to experiments, cause and effect and coming up with solutions. Not to say that his s/o and their mental health is a problem that needs to be solved, he loves his s/o and just wants to use the skills he’s gained to help them where possible.

Will definitely take things easy in terms of the relationship and won’t push for anything physical or romantic if his s/o isn’t in the mood. But will ensure there are lots of sweet, small daily interactions to let them know he is there for them and that he loves them. He needs them to know he is here standing by as and when the support is required.

Will bring back small gifts like flowers, a favourite cake, drinks, a new book his s/o has been talking about. He will also change bedsheets, open windows – especially if the cleaning aspect is something he can do with his s/o rather than just for them. He wants them to feel useful and like they don’t just need looking after all the time.

Oluo

He’ll struggle a lot with this, Oluo isn’t always the easiest person to talk to at first but as mentioned before, once you open up to him or see the softer side he is incredibly caring. The way he behaves, and mimics Levi comes from a place of insecurity.

He’d probably hold his s/o for a long time and cry a little himself, trying to hold back the tears and instead be there for his s/o. But he doesn’t find this as easy as some of the vets do and once his own emotions come out it’s hard to put them back in. But boy does Oluo try and manages pretty well after the initial shock.

Really doesn’t want to be alone again, it means so much to him that he’s found a partner who understands him. He immediately feels selfish after thinking this and probably putting his foot in it by saying it out loud.

Makes big gestures to let his s/o know how much they mean to him – but only privately and realises doing this in public isn’t going to help. Most of all he just wants to know if there is anything he can do to help even if that means giving them a little space, he is happy to step back when needed.

Would perhaps ask Levi for advice and help seek recommendations for a professional that his s/o could see, would make an appointment with their permission and encourage them.

Eld

Eld would manage to stay incredibly calm when he finds out how his s/o is feeling, mostly because he knows this is not the time to over-react or make it about him. Instead he’d want to listen, he may make some notes but it’s for his eyes only and so he can reflect on them later.

Will make sure his s/o stays really hydrated and will bring them water and other favourite non-alcoholic drinks.

Distractions are good but only for a short time, Eld would rather focus on the small every day things that really make a difference, encouraging his s/o and just being there when they need to talk or cry. Is also really good at giving hugs.

Petra

When Petra finds out how her s/o has been feeling she’ll think it’s best if the two of them talk away from things that represent day to day life. Instead, she’ll take her s/o somewhere quiet and peaceful where they won’t be disturbed or distracted. Petra

She’ll encourage her s/o to see someone professional to talk through how they’re feeling and to come up with ideas to help process their feelings, emotions and what they’re going through. If there is anything Petra can do to be more helpful, or any small things she can change regarding her behaviour etc. she will want to know and aim to be the best she can for them – while also taking reasonable breaks for her own mental health.

Sometimes Petra is simply the best person to just hang out with and say nothing, it’s in these silences her s/o finds a lot of comfort. It’s never awkward and there’s no expectations either. It’ll give her s/o plenty of time to think through what they’re feeling and when they’re ready they can talk – until then Petra is happy just to hold them, stroke their hair or just sit quietly reading a book so their s/o has company but it isn’t smothering.

Gunther

Gunther gets it – the world he and his s/o live in has not been kind and sometimes it’s a truly scary place to be. But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t upset him and make him wish he could do something to help, not realising that just being there for his s/o is help enough.

He’s a great listener and won’t be distracted by anything else, rather Gunther is committed to hearing what is troubling his s/o and coming up with some positive actions they can take.

He would remove anything from their home that could harm his s/o or inspire any further negative thoughts, anything triggering, anything they could use to harm themselves.

At night he’d go through some positive affirmations with his s/o and talk about all the things they have to look forward to – not in a ‘don’t do this you have so much to live for’ kind of way, but a general day to day conversation. He’s really looking forward to someone’s birthday or that he’s planned for them.

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obsoletos1 · 8 months

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m-jelly · 10 months

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Hello!!

So, I've grown obsessed with your writing, and I was hoping to make a request? Would it be at all possible to have something written around fem!YN being involved in a polygamous relationship between Erwin and Mike? I don't have anything in particular in mind for setting, I'd just love to see something written of the three. It can be SFW or NSFW, I don't mind either. I would greatly appreciate it!! 😍

Tall love

Pairing: Erwin x fem!Reader x Mike

Genre and tags: Modern AU, poly relationship, fluff, romance, protective partners.

Concept: Just some sweet moments with your two men in your sweet poly relationship.

Erwin crouched down and hummed in thought as he gazed at a ring. "What do you think?"

Mike knelt and stared at the ring. "I think she'll love it."

"I was thinking it too, but it looks expensive."

Mike smirked. "Hm, you're right. She doesn't like us spending too much on her." He tapped the glass. "This one?"

Erwin rubbed his jawline as he thought. "The colour is close to the kind of stones she doesn't like."

Mike laughed. "You're right."

Erwin gasped. "That one."

"I was just about to say."

Erwin stood up with his friend. "This one please."

Mike pulled his wallet out. "We'll go half and half."

Erwin nodded and talked to the seller and paid half then let Mike pay the other half. "Perfect."

Mike walked with Erwin. "We should get her some cakes."

"Oh, you're right." He looked around. "That bakery, she loves that one."

Mike strolled in with Erwin behind him. He chatted and talked to Erwin as people gazed in awe at the two of them due to their charm and height. Both men were like walking Greek Gods to those around them. They didn't know the hold they had on others or their interest in them because they were so focused on you.

They paid what they needed to and walked and laughed together as they went to Erwin's car. They sat together as they made plans for a holiday to book so they could have some peace from work and they could spoil you. You were their everything and they just wanted you to smile and be happy.

Mike smirked. "I've been thinking about her all day."

Erwin's cheeks burned. "Me too."

"I wonder what she's been up to."

Erwin smiled softly as he thought about all cosy at home. He was sure you'd probably cooked, cleaned and played some games. Erwin and Mike tried hard to spoil you, but you were always spoiling them with the things you did for them and how kind you were. You took great care of your boyfriends.

Mike huffed. "She's so damn cute."

Erwin pulled up and climbed out of his car. "She is." He grabbed the bags and stood in the lift with Mike. "So, this holiday."

"We should go to Greece."

"That's a good plan."

Mike pulled out the key to the door. He opened it and blushed when you came running over. "Kitten."

Erwin smiled. "Pet."

You bounced up and down. "Welcome home!" You jumped at both and giggled when they both held you. You kissed Mike and then Erwin. "I missed you both!" You jumped down and looked up at your tall lovers. "I made a yummy dinner today and I bake a tasty dessert!"

"You take such great care of us."

Mike ruffled your hair. "We have something for you."

"A few things."

You gazed at them with wide eyes. "Really? You didn't need to."

"We want to." Erwin kissed you. "We really do."

Mike picked you up making you squeal. "He's right. Let's sit you down and we'll show you."

Erwin led Mike to the sofa and sat. "We think you'll love it."

Mike sat you on your lap and Erwin put your legs over his thighs. You blushed as both men touched and massaged you. You gasped in delight as Erwin showed you a ring. You offered your hand and smiled as they slipped the ring on.

Mike kissed your neck. "You're all ours."

Erwin smiled. "He's right. We're keeping you as ours and never letting you go."

You giggled as you admired your ring. "Well, I'm more than happy to be with you both for the rest of our lies. I love you both."

"We both love you."

Mike squeezed you. "So very much."

"We got you baked treats, but you've made a dessert. We'll save these."

You pouted. "You both spoil me so much." You patted your cheeks and sighed. "I should give you both lots of kisses."

Mike smirked. "You should."

You leaned over and kissed Erwin first as Mike massaged your chest. You pushed your tongue into Erwin's mouth as he reached around and grabbed your ass roughly. You pulled back and moaned in delight. You squeaked as Mike pulled you to him and kissed you roughly.

Erwin shifted on the sofa. "I think we should show our delicious pet how much we love her, don't you?"

Mike nipped your ear. "Oh, I really do. Are you hungry for us kitten?"

Your legs shook as you felt arousal build up. "Y-Yes. I need you both."

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