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m-jelly · 19 days

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can I have some random headcanon of the vets and reader please 🥺

thank you jelly 😊😘❤️

I'm not sure what HC's you wanted? So I just went with basic stuff of being in a relationship with them because there are all kinds of HCs.

@ladycheesington Thank you for the banner and helping me with the HCs

Reader x vets HCs

Levi

Time takes to ask you out: 3 weeks

First date: Cafe

First kiss: After the second date, a bit shy but then becomes passionate due to his built up strong feelings.

First gift: Flowers and tea

First time together: After two months as a couple, he'll be a bit nervous and he'll keep asking you if everything is okay and he'll go at your pace. It's very passionate and sweet with a lot of feelings.

Favourite date: Being at home with you, making your lunch or dinner with a movie or TV show. Sometimes a nice sit in the garden during good weather.

Jealousy level: 6/10 - more possessive than jealous. Trust you but not other people.

Sex drive: Increases the longer you are together and he has learned a lot about you and your body. His drive grows with his feelings for you. Explores more as you become more comfortable with each other. He does enjoy exploring and will try many things.

Contact time: Likes a lot of contact, loves hugs and kisses behind closed doors. Needs to have some sort of contact with you even if it is a slight touch. Loves to spoon as much as possible. Not very keen on PDA but will hold your hand or put his hand on your thigh under the table.

At home: he’s very domestic and likes to do chores together. He enjoys working together as a team and showing you the joys of cleaning and the cleaning tech. Cooking together is always fun for him.

Erwin

Time takes to ask you out: Few days

First date: Italian restaurant

First kiss: On the second date he would ask you, very light and sweet

First gift: Flowers and a book

First time together: One month as a couple. Rather confident and makes sure it is loving and passionate

Favourite date: At a history museum or restaurant

Jealousy level: 3/10 He’s secure, knows he’s a good partner, and he doesn’t get easily jealous. If someone bothers you he will step in.

Sex drive: Bit more vanilla, but has a very good medium to high sex drive. Does enjoy being a dom.

Contact time: Likes being in the same room as you and just reading a book. He loves your company and presence. he doesn't need constant contact. Happy with PDA, will kiss you and hold you in public. Likes to spoon and enjoys kisses.

At home: Likes to work together with the house. Tends to take the lead a lot though, he mostly is in charge of a lot so if you want more responsibilities you will need to talk to him.

Mike

Time takes to ask you out: As soon as he realises he likes you. He will ask you out the very moment.

First date: Arcade or outdoor adventure

First kiss: On the first date

First gift: Perfume

First time together: Month and a half of being a couple. He's very careful and gentle as he is a big guy, so it'll be a slow process of you getting used to him.

Favourite date: Camping or gaming day

Jealousy level: 1/10 Rather confident in himself and finds it amusing if someone tries something with you because he knows they have no chance.

Sex drive: When you are comfortable and okay with the size difference, he'll have a high-ish drive and does a lot to pleasure you.

Contact time: Loves to spoon a lot. Really loves holding you for as long as possible. Likes to nap together too, he's like a cuddly wolf. Very okay with PDA. Likes to pick you up a lot and carry you around. Enjoys nuzzling because you smell incredible. Very passionate kisser.

At home: Does all the cooking, he really loves food so he will always make the food. He is rather good with keeping up with bills and tends to get on with things, but he keeps you in the loop and will work with you as a joint thing on everything else.

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wing-ed-thing · 10 months

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Miche Zacharius Relationship Headcanons

𓆃 Miche is a man who thrives on acts of service. You hardly have to ask him to do anything; just hint at it, and Miche is already jumping into action

𓆃 He somehow knows the solution to everything, especially when it’s something hands-on. Your sink has been leaking for a week? He’s already grabbed his toolbox. Your obscure kitchen product broke, and you threw away the manual? Miche had one of those as a kid and knows exactly what to do

𓆃 You could be talking in a group about how you can’t lower your bed, and Miche is approaching you after asking if you want to have him take a look

𓆃 You never have to ask twice for anything. Mention anything about flowers once, and you’ve got them. Mention wanting a nice treat for yourself, and Miche is picking one up during his day in town

𓆃 The acts of service are great, but it’s also not a supplement for communication. Because as much as you appreciate the nice things he does for you, sometimes you just don’t want him to solve your problems for you

𓆃 Sometimes, you just want him to listen, and he’s already out the door, ready to handle whatever problem was getting on your nerves for the day

𓆃 “I’m a guy,” he’ll tell you very matter of factly, “That’s what guys do.”

𓆃 He also thinks he’s helpful when you’re on your way out the door and he’s putting your wallet and keys in his pocket.

𓆃 You’re trying to go over your mental checklist of things that need to be done before you leave the house, looking all over the place for your things. Meanwhile, Miche is standing by the door, “I have got your wallet and keys. Let’s go.”

𓆃 He hands them to you at soon as you close the front door saying something like, “I knew you wouldn’t be able to find them anyway.”

𓆃 Oh, he’ll also chronically forget to respond to you. You can walk out to where he’s reading a book or tending to his horse to tell him something important, and he just... doesn’t respond?

𓆃 You’ve started to say, “Acknowledge?” to remind him that he answered you in his head and not aloud.

𓆃 Ugh, he’s such a dad too. He’ll stand around with an ale in his hand, talking to other guys about the costs of buildings or farm equipment

𓆃 Can and will climb something recklessly or try to carry something too heavy for him despite your worried protests

𓆃 Miche is your knight in shining armor. Always there to rescue you in some way or another.

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chaotic-nick · 2 years

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A kiss?

Featuring: Erwin Smith, Miche Zacharias, Zeke Yeager annnnnd *drumroll* Nile Dok

Here's a quick headcanon post because yay! Week 1 of uni is done

Reblogs are very much appreciated ❤️

꒰₊˚ε (Erwin Smith) ₊˚੭

Erwins the type to kiss the side of your head anytime he walks by you and you're in the middle of doing something. Always wearing such a cheeky smile because he's so proud of what he did.

would be the type to go, 'You have something . . .' And then pecks your head or your cheek, 'all done.'

However, one time you did grab his collar just as he bent down and kissed him instead. He was confused after that before playing all cool and saying, 'guess I have to change tactics now, huh?'

꒰₊˚ε (Miche Zacharias) ₊˚੭

He's almost the same as Erwin, except Miche would make a big deal out of it. It'd be the only time he'd use the height difference to his advantage [he's 6"5 😭]

Like, he'd walk past you and then come back. 'Yes, miche?' You'd ask when he pressed his nose to the crown of your head.

'I keep forgetting' he says. Already knowing what he meant, you tilt your face up where he gives it a short kiss and scratches his beard on your face. Laughing to himself while you sigh.

Noticing that you either stood on your toes or used a stool to get something from the shelves when you two started living together, Miche begun putting things up high in the shelves as part of his might routine.

'Aww, my baby needs help?' Followed by crouching down, hands on his knees and his lips pouting. 'I charge for my services, love'

꒰₊˚ε (Zeke Yeager) ₊˚੭

Zeke would think he's all so cool and sit next to you. At this point he's sure you're the one obsessed with him, and you'll do anything (even dropping your dissertation) to ask him for a cuddle.

... anytime now.

Sat at the floor next to you he's toying with the ear of your sanrio plushie, not in the mood to use his mind to read whatever you were so focused on.

'Are you done?' He starts by laying his head next to the hand resting on the table.

'I'm trying to finish this so we can spend more time together,' You say without a thought.

Zeke? He's all red and decided to cover it up with a 'HAH! You are so in love with me, it's cute.' As he sits up straight.

'And you're on the floor of my living room because ...?' He takes your hand, bringing it to his lips. Then your wrist before he brings his hand up to hold his face. 'Kiss?'

A glimmer in his eyes when you finally read his mind, he says 'please, babe?' pointing his finger at his lips.

꒰₊˚ε (Nile Dok) ₊˚੭

At the start of the relationship, or when things were new and both of you were clueless with how things worked ... he was a workaholic.

'Just have to finish this,' he mumbles when you take a seat next to him with an expectant look on your face. It was supposed to be a night spent together and you came up to his office to call him down for take-out dinner. It was his favourite after all.

Instead, you only pierce your gaze longer, eyebrows beginning to furrow. Nile senses this of (course he would, he's able to sense when Smith was somewhere near him).

'Uhhh,' he finally looks at your for the first time. Leans in and places a quick kiss on your face. 'Give me more—'

'I wasn't asking you for a kiss,' you say holding his wrist. 'Let's eat?'

And now, years into your relationship, Nile’s the type to kiss you everytime you stare at him.

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daisynik7 · 1 year

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Title: Trying

Pairing: Mike Zacharias x f!reader

Rating: Explicit

cw: breeding kink, daddy kink, slight spit play, overall Mike being a lovely, doting husband. Modern setting au. Mikasa/Jean, Erwin/Levi, Ymir/Christa as minor side pairings because I adore them

Summary: You and your husband get ready for the next big step in your relationship.

Notes: I wrote this on a whim because I’m obsessed with this man. Consider this a small love letter to him and all the Mike fans (especially the ones who are reading my Eren series “Rush”, sorry y’all 🫣)

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Today, you and your husband Mike are attending your best friend’s baby shower. Mikasa is due in about a month, looking like a glowing goddess carrying her round belly and wearing a permanent grin on her face. Jean, her spouse and father-to-be, is equally as excited, maybe even more. He constantly posts updates on social media about how his “gorgeous queen and little bun in the oven” are doing.

Arriving to the party, your own husband, Mike, displays his odd quirk by sniffing your best friend as soon as you greet the soon to be parents. “It’s a girl. I can smell it.”

You roll your eyes at him, embarrassed as usual, but always amused. “Honey, that’s creepy.”

Mikasa and Jean laugh. “We’re just hoping for a healthy baby. The gender doesn’t matter.”

“Then, in that case, they smell perfectly healthy,” he says, smiling. “Congratulations.”

In your friend group, Mikasa is not the first to have children. Christa and Ymir already have twins, currently glued to the TV in the living room watching Sesame Street. Erwin and Levi recently adopted a little baby boy, who is being cradled by Eren and cooed at by Armin in the kitchen. And Hange has her adorable daughter, conceived via sperm donor, helping Sasha and Connie bake cookies in the kitchen.

You can’t help but be afflicted with a small case of baby fever. It’s inevitable, seeing all these adorable children running around the house. You’ve been married to Mike for two years now, still enjoying marital life with just the two of you. But you’d be lying to yourself if you said you haven’t been thinking about it recently.

It’s not that Mike isn’t ready. It’s you. He’s waiting for you to be ready. He’s mentioned it a few times, asking if you’re still on birth control, patiently anticipating the day you finally answer no. Nowadays, he doesn’t ask, allowing you to the be the one to bring it up first. If anything, Mike wants to start trying. You finally realize you want to start too.

Later, when the party is over and you’re back home, you hide your birth control pills in one of your cluttered drawers. The one where all knickknacks that are destined to be forgotten are collected. You delete the alarm on your phone, reminding you to “TAKE BC!!” every night at 9:00 PM. You’re not sure if you’re ready to tell Mike just yet, wanting to use at least one good night’s rest to plan it all out.

However, he doesn’t give you a choice. Mike, being an astute, attentive, and sometimes annoyingly observant husband, makes a comment as soon as it reaches 9:01 PM. You’re both sitting on the couch, watching an episode of one of your favorite shows while eating ice cream.

“Your alarm didn’t ring. Don’t forget to take your birth control.”

You don’t respond right away, pretending not to hear him. Of course, he doesn’t give in. Just as persistent as ever.

“Sweetie? Did you hear me? Your birth control?”

Biting your lip, attempting to hide an obvious smile, you lick your spoonful of ice cream before revealing, “I’m going to stop taking it, starting tonight.”

He blinks, surprised and almost doubtful about what you just said. “What?”

“I think I’m ready, honey.” You set down your mug on the coffee table to wrap your arms around his neck. “Let’s try. I want to start making babies with you.”

He leans in closer to you, voice soft and tender as he asks, “You’re 100% positive that you’re ready, right? You’re not feeling pressured or anything? Because we can wait. We’ll wait until you’re ready.”

Your smile widens as you nod your head. “I’m 1000% certain I’m ready.”

The grin on his face is so goofy and adorable, it gives you the same swell in your chest you used to get when you first fell in love with him. That you still get whenever you’re with him. You kiss each other slowly, passionately. Wanting to relish the emotions surrounding this profound moment in your relationship.

You feel him smile against your lips, absolutely giddy over the news. One hand slides around your waist, the other caresses your belly. “I can’t wait to see you pregnant with our kids.”

It sounds like an innocent, pure statement. But knowing your husband and being familiar with the sultry tone he currently exudes, you know what he wants to do with you in this moment.

Wrapping your legs around him, you tease him with a smirk. “I just stopped the pill today, so it’ll take a few months or even longer before I’m able to get pregnant.”

“We’ll see,” he challenges. “Besides, it doesn’t hurt to try right away, right?”

“I guess not,” you respond, fingers pulling at the hem of his shirt. He gets the hint and strips instantly, leaning over you to kiss you more, tongue slipping inside your mouth sloppily. His body is heavy on top of you, surrounding you with warmth and protection that he so often provides. With his lips grazing your ear, he whispers, “You want my babies inside you? Is that what you want?”

You swallow hard, feeling your arousal leak onto your panties, horny and desperate for him. “Yes, Mike. Give it to me. Make me pregnant.”

It’s impossible for you to get pregnant tonight, or even probably for the next few months. You’re fully aware of that. But this still doesn’t deter you from having nasty, unprotected sex with your husband and, hopefully, soon-to-be baby daddy. And talking dirty like this is a huge turn on for you both, so you’ll be damned if you don’t take full advantage of it.

Soon, all your clothes are tossed to the floor, abandoned ice cream melting away on the coffee table. Mike has your legs hoisted up towards your shoulders in a mating press, pounding away at your wet pussy. Drool leaks down the sides of your mouth as you let your moans echo into the empty space of your living room.

“Mike!” you whimper, dizzy from ecstasy as he hits your sweet spot over and over again.

“No. Not Mike. Use my other name, honey,” he grunts out, grip tight on your thighs as he thrusts his cock in and out of you.

“Daddy,” you whine, feeling your climax approaching.

“That’s it. Take my fucking cock, take my fucking cock.”

“Fuck,” you breathe out, coming all over him. He doesn’t stop. Instead, he picks up his pace, riled up from your orgasm, needy for his own.

“You want to become a mommy, don’t you? Have my sperm swimming around in this precious little cunt?” He gazes down at your arousal, letting his spit trickle over your clit. “Touch yourself while I fuck you. I want it nice and juicy while I fill you up.”

“Oh my god, Mike. Fuck me. Fuck me, daddy,” you moan, taking it like an obedient slut, fingers reaching down to flick your already puffy clit.

“I’m going to breed you. Get you fucking pregnant with my babies. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, honey?” he growls, eyes wild with lust as he rails you deeper and deeper.

“Yes, daddy. I’d love that. I love you.”

He lets out an exasperated laugh. “I love you so much, princess. Can’t wait to see this belly big and round. I’ve been dreaming about this for a long time. Been fantasizing about it.”

You can’t speak, words not enough to express the affection you have for your husband. It’s been two years of marital bliss and every day still feels like paradise together.

“I’m going to come, honey. Going to fill you up, okay?”

You wrap yourself around him tighter, waiting for his cock to spurt his warm load into your pussy. The sensation of being stuffed with him always pushes you over the edge. You come once more, his softening cock still nestled inside you.

His smirks as he lowers your legs, pulling his dick out slowly. Any cum that drips out of you is promptly fingered back in, Mike determined to get you pregnant tonight. Again, it’s impossible, but you appreciate his effort and tenacity.

A few months later, after countless nights of trying, you surprise him with a positive pregnancy test. The overjoyed smile on his face as he squeezes your now pregnant body in his loving embrace is something you’ll have stored in your memory forever.

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End Notes: I love him, I love him, I love him.

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chaotic-on-main · 1 year

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Your sparring post w/ levi finished me off 😭 would u ever consider doing similar stuff for Miche? I love the idea of sparring with him n havin to deploy some seductive techniques to distract him except u actually really like him n it works

Sparring 2.0 | CanonAU Drabble

☾ Pairings ➼ Miche Zacharius x gn!Reader

☾ Content/Warnings ➼ fighting, sexual tension, established-ish relationship?, suggestive themes?

☾ A/N ➼ HI! Okay sorry this took so long, I've had the worst bout of reverse imposter syndrome?? Idk if that's even a thing, I just know it was very disorienting to bring up Levi and NOT write about him haha. But I really enjoyed this as a writing exercise, it really brought me out of my comfort zone. The worst thing about how little time we got with Miche is how we don't have a lot to go on with his character. So with that said, this is kind of how I see him and I hope that's okay!!

☾ Word Count ➼ ~1.1k

The mid-afternoon sun bares down on your already sun-kissed face while you watch your boyfriend get his ass kicked by Captain Levi from the fence separating the barracks and training grounds. Miche Zacharius towered over Levi by a good foot and then some, so you couldn't help but laugh out loud when Levi slams Miche into the ground with an arm pinned behind him.

"Are they at it again?" Nanaba leans against the fence next to you, staring into the pit with an amused smile.

"Yeah. Ever since Levi took his place as 'Humanity's Strongest Soldier'," you use air quotes as you speak, shooting Nanaba a matching smile. "Miche has been trying to prove something."

"Prove what? That he’s shit at fighting?" Her comment makes you snort.

“Oh I'm so telling him you said that." You jokingly chide, bumping into her shoulder affectionately.

"Telling who what?” Miche's sudden voice startles you but you're quick to hide your surprise with a teasing smile. He stands in front of you with only the fence separating you two. With his height compared to you, he makes the perfect sun-shield.

"Nothing. Are you two done?" You look around him to see an empty pit, no captain in sight.

"Levi said he needed to make sure his squad cleaned the stables correctly." Miche says as he pulls up the bottom of his shirt to dab at the sweat that drips down his face. You can't keep your gaze from sliding down his toned abs and blonde happy trail as he does so. "Nanaba, did you get those reports on my desk yet?” He drops his shirt much to your dismay.

"On my way to do that now, Sir." She smirks as she gives a half-assed salute then turns and leaves. When she's gone, you look back up to Miche with a cheeky grin.

"How do you get your squad to listen to you right away?” You arch an eyebrow at him.

“They know I’ll kick their ass if they don’t.” His response makes you chuckle.

“Nanaba didn’t seem too terrified of you.” He gives you a lopsided grin before sliding his fingers down your face then under your chin, tilting it up to face him better with your chin now trapped between his thumb and forefinger. He leans down as if to kiss you but stops abruptly, his face hovering right above yours.

"Hmm. Are you?" He traces your bottom lip with his thumb as he eyes your most likely dazed face. His expression is hard to read.

"Should I be?" You swallow hard. He only hums and leans in more.

Miche was never this forward, and by the time you realize his true purpose, it was too late. He grabs you by the waist and wrist then flips you over him into the pit. You've always been known for your agility so you were able to land without issue. The issue was the fact that your 6'4" boyfriend came barreling down at you the second you did.

"Miche, what the-" You barely duck out of the way in time. A rush of wind hits your face from a missed punch. It wasn't as fast as you'd expect from him, which you were grateful for. You jump back to give yourself some space but he fills it just as quickly, putting himself in an offensive stance. You only have time to cross your arms in front of your chest before his knee makes contact. A dull pain makes its way up your arms.

Throwing your whole weight back, you backflip out of the way and feel your feet kick something. Good. If you could just get a little more distance… but it seems like Miche knows your fighting style inside and out because he doesn’t give you a chance to think. He throws up another punch in which you counter it with your forearm, using this moment to pull your knee up into his groin.

As always, he expects it and moves a leg back to avoid your strike. With one swift motion, he grabs your thigh and pulls up which knocks you off balance and you hit the ground with a slam. You’re gasping for air when he pulls himself on top of you and pins your wrists above your head with his knees on both sides of your right leg.

“Ready to give up, yet?” He grumbles down at you.

“H-” You attempt to move an arm and notice there’s quite a bit of give. “Hardly. Why are you going so easy on me?” You quip back, a smirk tugging at your lips. His body shakes above you as he laughs.

“That’s not what you said last nig-” You lean forward to close the distance and lock your lips onto his, cutting him off mid-sentence. He’s so taken aback by the sudden movement, but you feel him relax which is exactly what you were hoping for.

As quickly as possible, you pull your arms out of his grips. This causes an imbalance in his stance, which you were happy to take advantage of. You wrap your legs around him and twist to the side at the same time that you use your hands to push him. He falls without resistance. When you both land, he’s now flat on his back with you straddling his chest with your full weight. You pin his arms to the side and smile down at him innocently.

“Are you sure you’re humanity’s second strongest? We might have to move you down the list.” You chuckle down at him.

“To my defense, I just sparred with Levi.” He grumbles back.

“And yet you still picked a fight… and lost.”

“Okay, okay. Yes, you win. This time.” You lean down to kiss him again, this time with no ulterior motive. After a moment, you break away and sigh. Looking down, you see dirt and dust caking your once pristine civilian clothes.

“Now I need to go clean up. I was headed into town before you decided to beat me up.” With that, you gently pull yourself off Miche and offer a hand for him to help himself up with. He just wipes at the dust on his uniform with his hands, grunting back in response. Turning to leave, you yell over your shoulder as you walk away, “You could help with that, if you want.” A quick pair of footsteps falling in behind you makes you laugh as you lead the way back to the barracks.

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xoxosimp · 15 days

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20 Minutes Left

Pairing : Mike Zacharias x Reader

Synopsis: Doing your laundry at 2 am never felt so rewarding.

A/N : This fic is for @chaotic-nick One Night Stand Collab! This was beta read but I did not proofread this LOL.

CW: car sex, unprotected sex( wrap it before you tap), size kink if you squint, fast paced

There was a certain type of peace when you did your laundry at 2am.

There were no children running around the laundromat or elderly ladies trying to make conversation. It was just you and the machine swishing your laundry.

“What is an angel like you doing up so late?”, a new voice chimed.

You turned your head to the most handsome man your town has ever seen. Mike Zacharias. He had beautiful emerald eyes with disheveled blonde hair. His huge arms filled with beautiful geometric patterns made of ink

This man was panty-dropping, drop dead gorgeous.

“I’m doing my taxes,” you said dryly.

“ May I sit while you do these taxes ,angel?” something twinkled in his eyes when he noticed you were staring for a second too long.

Gosh, his voice was rich and deep. He made sure to enunciate every letter, every syllable of his pet name for you. Like he’s tasting it.

You gestured toward the empty chair next to you. “What are you doing up this late, Mike? You don’t have any laundry with you.”

He took a seat. “ I was nearby meeting with a friend when I saw you through the window. And I will say angel, I like what I’m seeing.”

His eyes are doing that again. They take in your body, no doubt appreciating your work uniform that left little to the imagination. You wore a crop top and fishnets under your denim shorts that ended right where they needed to.

“ I’m pretty sure I’ll be wearing less come next week,” you rolled your eyes.

“How so, angel?, ” he questioned.

“Apparently someone bought the bar I work at. Probably some middle aged loser who wants to turn it into a strip club.”

“ Aren’t you judgmental, angel?” He teases.

“I’m not being judgemental, It’s a prediction,” You state matter of factly.

He chuckles, and gosh you think your pussy fluttered around nothing. Everything about this man was heavenly, it was sinful.

Then he gave you that look. Those eyes that conveyed he knew every single dirty thought running through your mind. That grin that said he wanted to fulfill every single dirty thought.

“ You have 20 minutes left of your cycle,angel,” he pointed out.

“ And?” you raised an eyebrow.

“Can’t just have you sitting here, angel, when you could be doing something much more productive.”

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“Take it all, angel,” he huffed, “be a good girl.”

In a matter of minutes both of your clothes were discarded and thrown in the back of Mike’s car. It was like he planned this, since he was conveniently parked in the darkest corner of the laundromat parking lot.

“Take it all, angel,” he huffed, “be a good girl.”

Gosh, you thought you were taking him. You don't dare look down at your tiny cunt trying to take his length. You take a deep breath and slow inch down on his dick. Your cunt was spasming on him. You held his shoulders so hard it would leave bruises.

Mike clenched his stomach in an effort not to finish so soon. You were barely inside him yet the silkyness and heat of your pussy was overwhelming him.

“That’s a good fucking girl,” he groaned, “ Take all of me.”

You sink down slowly, until finally- he bottoms out.

You’re so deep in your haze of arousal to truly understand how crazy this is. You’re about to ride Mike in his car, in public, where anyone could see you.But, the way you felt him in your stomach, the way his cock kissed your cervix without pain, any sense of rationality went out the window.

Once you adjusted to his size, you slowly grinded on Mike, leaving no space between the both of you so you could grind your clit until his pelvis. His warm hands found purchase on your hips and encouraged you to keep dragging yourself back and forth on his dick.

You lean on your knees and start bouncing on him. He was so deep inside of you, you were sure you were going to feel him even after you finished. Skin slapping skin and your loud moans filled the air as the car shook.

“ Fuck, angel,” Mike groaned. “ Keep bouncing angel, be a good girl.” His praise made your clit throb.Your thighs were burning but you were so close. Your perfect tits in his face. Your head is thrown back in pleasure. You, moaning his name while you rode him.

You were picturesque.

“Mike ‘m close m’ close,” you babbled mindlessly. You, fucked out on his cock. He wants more of this.

“ Then be a good little angel and cum on my cock,” he commanded softly. “Cum for me, angel.”

The base of your spine was tingling in pleasure. Your high was going to come crashing down, and his words were all you needed.Your cunt clenched down hard on him, squirting on his cock.

Mike didn't stop. Your cunt was spasming in overstimulation as he bucked his hips into you at a fast rate. He’s going to leave bruises on your hips depending on how hard he’s gripping them. You arched your back as his balls slap against your skin.

‘ Take me so well, angel,” his words are slurred, “ ‘m close angel”

The warmth of your cunt became too much and with three thick spurts,he painted your cunt white.

You were so cock drunk you couldn't determine how much time really passed. Mike slowly pulls out of your cunt, and he’e delighted to see his cum spill out of your messy cunt.

“ You okay, angel? “Mike asked softly as he rubbed your back.

You nodded as you rested on the crook of his neck. “ Give me words, angel”

“‘M okay” you mumbled. He was so warm you didn't want to leave his embrace yet. Or ever.

“ You should probably check on your laundry,” Mike quipped.

You picked up your head and gave him a “ oh so it’s like that face”. “Are you trying to say this one night stand is officially over?”

“ Not in the slightest, angel,” he chuckled.

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Somehow you and Mike mentioned to get cleaned up and put your clothes back on. You didn't even bother putting your clothes to dry. You just needed a hot shower and sleep.

Your legs ached from last night’s tryst with Mike, you contemplated calling out of work. But Pixis insisted everyone be there so the new owner could meet his staff.

You sat at the bar with your coworker , Hitch, resting your head on your palm.

“Girl, you look like hell,” she stated, wiping the bar, “ Rough night or somethin?”

Well, Mike was rough with you last night.

“Or something,” you mumbled.

“Here are two of my best bartenders,” Pyxis’s voice boomed through the empty bar.

He says that about all his bartenders, you rolled your eyes internally.

“Mr.Zacharias, meet-” his voice drowned out as you picked your head up and made eye contact with the new owner.

Heart melting green eyes. Beautiful messy, blonde hair, and a panty dropping smile.

Oh Fuck no.

“ Everything alright?” Mike asked. His tone was level but his eyes were teasing. Pyxis and Hitch couldn't see his lustfulness, no doubt remembering what happened before the sun rose.

You rubbed your eyes and snapped out of your trance “I’m fine, just tired is all.” you said.

“Something kept you up?”

“ Laundry took forever,” you answered, “ more than 20 minutes, to be precise.”

#one night collab nick #mike zacharias x reader #miche zacharias x reader #miche x reader #aot x reader #aot fanfiction #if you saw this earlier no you did not

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silvamyman · 1 year

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my fantasies ... sexual

I love imagining a scenario with Erwin and Mike being macho with you as they show you your place. Am I the only one?

#attack on titan smut #aot erwin #aot smut #mike zacharias x reader #fandom

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carltonnotburke · 2 years

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The scent of you

Mike zacharias x reader reverse comfort

So Baisicly y/n doesn't work for the survey corps and when he gets back from a mission y/n finds out Mikes friends all fucking died and he needs cuddles and support..

Pronouns for reader: she/her

Y/n doesn't work for the survey corps, she's always been to afraid to. The fear of watching her squad mates and friends die whilst she stood there in fear just shook her to the bone, so when Mike Zacharias, her husband, comes home to their small cottage inside wall Rose and breaks down into tears, she is instantly by his side, leading them both to the bedroom.

As they lay down his tears stopped flowing for long enough to explain the situation to her, "They're all dead! They're all dead and I couldn't stop it, I tried my best too and i.. I - FUCK," he once again breaks down, waterfalls of tears flooding his eyes, y/n hesitantly started rubbing his back to not startle him with the sudden touch and to comfort him in one of the best ways she knew. Mike then rests his head on your shoulder as now silent tears run down his soft cheeks, "I'm gonna go get you some tissue, my darling, can you wait here until I come back? I won't be long, a few seconds,"

She, as promised, came back to the shared bedroom and handed him a packet of tissues, "thank you," he murmurs, voice breaking multiple times during that short sentance, " I will always be here for you no matter what,ok Mike? No matter what. Now take a deep breath in! " She says the last word with a little bit of a bubbly therapist like tone, making the victim laugh as he did as he was told, "can we just cuddle now? I'm tired after all that crying," he said quietly like usual, but with a deeper voice, "of course love,"

Once they had settled down,Mike in y/n's arms, relaxed again, she said something, unexpected to Mike, "no matter what, no matter who gets in the way, no matter what walls or reality distance us, I will still love you," a direct line from the vows they had said ten years ago. They then shared a passionate kiss, one filled with love and devotion to each other,once again, just like that sunny day in the church.

"The scent of you brings me comfort, Y/n, I love you," Mike said, well at least you know now you both smell nice and that he loves you, " I love you too, Mr Zacharias, " Y/n says in a playful tone. They soon after fell asleep in eachothers arms, dreaming peacefully.

Authors note: this is probably the best fic I've done-

#mike zacharias x reader #attack on titan #mike zacharias #reverse comfort #x you #shingeki no kyojin #aot #snk

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12welveinched · 7 days

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Y'all WWWWIIISSHHHHH

I know, y'all know, everyone knows. That these men are not gay, never have been and never will be. Seeing a man you want isn't going to make you feel better just because you see him with another man.

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m-jelly · 8 months

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@2moth-anon2 Requested.

Double dessert

Erwin x fem!Reader x Mike

Poly relationship, smut, oral, body worship, established relationship, unprotected, love, fluff.

Your blonde lovers decide to dote on you all morning long.

Your eyes rolled back into your head as your arousal poured down your thighs. Your body shook as you panted and moaned out to the room. You threw your head back and screamed in pleasure as another orgasm ripped through your body. You were beginning to lose count now.

Erwin was eating your leaking pussy from behind while you were on your hands and knees. Below you was Mike with your clit in his mouth. Both men were eating you as if they were starved beasts. You were at their mercy and all you could do was grip onto the bed for dear life as your lovers worshipped you.

"I n-need s-someone inside of m-me." You pleaded with your lovers. "Please."

Erwin stood up and panted. "I'd be happy to complete your request."

Mike sighed. "I'm staying here. I love licking her clit and I get to see her be fucked and catch any of her delicious cum leaking out."

You whimpered. "Mike."

Mike chuckled. "You love it, baby."

"We'll do anything for you." Erwin ran the tip of his cock up and down your lips. "How does that look?"

Mike moaned. "Incredible. She's dripping wet."

"What a good girl."

You mewled. "I am a good girl."

Erwin pressed his cock into you just enough for you to adjust before he slammed hard and deep into you. Big hands gripped your breasts and massaged them. A large tongue flicked and moved against your clit. A long thick cock pounded in and out of you at a body-melting speed.

The delicate loving lips of Erwin dragged up your back. Teeth then scraped on your skin in a teasing manner. Your knuckles went white as you clenched the bed tightly. Your eyes rolled back into your head as you were worshipped by two men who loved you so much.

You flopped forward against Mike's crotch as you felt overwhelmed with pleasure. The hard erection of Mike pressed against your face and lips. You wanted to suck and lick him, but your pleasure was too intense that you couldn't focus.

Erwin's cock was so long that the tip rammed into your cervix and gave it a passionate kiss. These two men's impressive cocks were long and reached deep parts of you that had you becoming drunk on cock and pleasure. You were spoiled.

You clenched your toes tightly as you felt your coil tighten. You screamed in pleasure as your orgasm ripped through you. "M-mm! Fuck!"

Erwin grunted as your pussy walls massaged him. "Sh-shit." He dragged his cock out and panted. "Darling, your pussy is so addictive."

Mike moaned as he looked at your dripping pussy. "Fuck me, look at that. I need to eat."

You squeaked when Mike yanked you down on him. He sucked on your pussy and shoved his tongue deep inside you. You flapped your arm around and reached for Erwin. He smiled and took your hand lovingly and gave you a little squeeze.

You whined at Erwin. "Erwin."

Erwin softly kissed you. "Talk to me."

"M-more."

Erwin lifted you off Mike making Mike growl. "Don't pout. She wants your cock."

Mike sat up and licked your cum from his lips. "Mm, I'm happy to deliver. You want Erwin's cock too?"

You blushed and nodded shyly. "Can I suck you?"

Erwin's cheeks went pink at your cute request. He chuckled and nodded. "Of course." He sat you on the bed before moving away. "Wait there, darling."

Mike hugged you from behind and pressed his hard cock against your bum and lower back. "I'm thinking prone."

Erwin sat against the headboard. "You read my mind."

You licked your lips. "You both know exactly what I like." You crawled closer to Erwin and lay on your stomach. You grabbed Erwin's glistening cock and mewled. "Pretty."

Erwin pushed his fingers into your hair and massaged it. "Thank you."

Mike's large hands gripped your buttcheeks and pulled them apart so he could gaze at your pussy. He growled before pressing his cock deep into you. He watched as every inch of him was dragged deep inside your hungry pussy. He lifted your hips just a bit before ramming himself in and out of you.

You gripped Erwin's thigh tightly as you wrapped your mouth around his enormous cock. You moaned against him as Mike pounded in and out of you. Your eyes rolled back in your head as you purred against Erwin's cock. You sucked hard and moved your tongue against him.

You popped your mouth from Erwin and pumped your hand up and down on him. You mewled a little and turned your head to Mike. "Kiss?"

Mike crashed his lips against yours and moaned in happiness. "Love you, baby."

"Love you too." You looked over at Erwin. "Kiss?"

Erwin lifted your chin and kissed you sweetly. "I love you, darling."

"Love you so much."

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beneathashadytree · 1 year

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MIKE ZACHARIAS MASTERLIST

fluff: normal, angst: italics, smut: bold

Of Crackers and Angel-Cake (oneshot)

#mike zacharias #mike zacharias x reader #mike zacharias fluff #snk #aot #masterlist

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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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Notes: Please no NSFW requests 😅

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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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jojomheffer · 4 months

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Yo I got fucked so good today that my pussy was all swollen, and I just could imagine the fact that these characters would absolutely fuck like animals until they saw your cunt swollen and sore, just like my man did.

TOJI FUSHIGURO, Gojo Satoru, Choso. ERWIN SMITH, MIKE ZACHARIAS, Onyankopon, Jean Kristein. WRIOTHESLEY, Childe (full legacy form), Ayato Kamisato. AKI HAYAKAWA.

#genshin smut #genshin impact x reader #wriothesley smut #mike zacharias #erwin smut #toji smut #gojo smut #choso smut #aot onyankopon #jean smut #childe smut #ayato smut #aki smut

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levithestripper · 5 months

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how the members of the survey corp and marley warriors would train with you

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warnings: gender-neutral reader

included characters: eren yeager, armin arlert, mikasa ackerman, jean kirstein, marco bodt, connie springer, sasha braus, reiner braun, bertolt hoover, annie leonhart, porco galliard, levi ackerman, erwin smith, and mike zacharias.

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a/n: hi y'all. i never thought i'd be writing for attack on titan again, but here we are lmao. i've been rewatching the series from the beginning, and this is the result of that. anyways, some are more 'x reader' than others, but i hope y'all enjoy it!

— Eren Yeager

When you ask Eren to help you train, this boy gets so smug you can practically see his ego grow three sizes larger. You know you’re probably better off asking someone else who’s better, but you know Eren appreciates it when you go to him. He likes to show off and impress you, so you get more of a show than actual training assistance. Still, you appreciate the effort Eren puts into trying to help you out. Eren falls on his ass more than he likes to admit, making you hide your laughter behind your hand.

— Armin Arlert

Asking Armin to train with you surprises Armin more than anything. Him? You want to train with him?! He immediately rejects your offer, saying he can’t possibly help you with anything that isn’t tutoring. However, you insist upon it, assuring him that you want his help and prefer it over others. The training you guys do isn’t intense; instead, it focuses on the areas you said you needed to improve. Armin always pulls his punches, never wanting to seriously harm you. But if you insist upon it, he will come at you in full force, just not very happily. Afterward, Armin apologizes profusely for possibly hurting you, and you reassure him you’re fine. Expect a flurry of hugs from him and a part of his supper rations, but he denies knowing anything about where your extra food came from.

— Mikasa Ackerman

Mikasa isn’t keen on helping you, viewing you as something that will only slow her down from achieving her goal of being as strong as she can be to protect Eren. It takes you a few minutes to convince her that you won’t get in the way or be a burden, simply wanting to shadow her, spar with her, and pick up any techniques that make her such a good fighter for yourself. Realizing you didn’t want her to teach you, Mikasa accepts your request, warning you that she doesn’t go easy or pull her punches. It’s safe to say that you hurt all over come supper time, wincing from the hard wooden benches in the mess hall.

— Jean Kirstein

Similar to Eren, Jean is cocky as hell when you come to him for training help. He doesn’t stop until you threaten to ask Eren instead, which makes him shut up and behave. Jean’s a decent spar partner, so you’re in good hands with him. You’re decently matched against him, winning about half of the rounds and losing the other half by only a second or two. He’s better at the knife-disarming move than you are, though, which he teases you for.

— Marco Bodt

Marco is flattered that you picked him out of everyone else. Being the definition of an average fighter, Marco didn’t think there was anything he could help you with, but he’s ecstatic to spar with you regardless. After all, it’s time Marco gets to spend with you. And if you think he’ll go easy on you because you’re his partner, you’re sorely mistaken. Marco loves you and wants you to be as prepared for the world as possible, seeing no benefit in pulling punches. But that’s not to say he’ll beat you up, obviously. After all, this is only an exercise, so you’re relatively unharmed, ignoring the scattered bruising.

— Connie Springer

Connie is more than eager to train with you, joking around and laughing the entire time. He knows he should take it more seriously, but Connie can’t help having fun with you instead, completely ignoring the current exercise. He’ll hide behind you and tap your shoulder, waiting for you to turn around before ducking just out of your view. When you finally catch him, you’re dizzy and out of breath from laughing so hard. Your efforts are rewarded with a peppering of kisses all over your face <3

— Sasha Braus

Like Connie, Sasha is just as obnoxious during training but takes it a bit more seriously than he does. If you are serious about training, she’ll do her best to take it seriously with you. She’s not immune to Connie making faces at her from across the field, and frankly—you aren’t either. Typically, if you’re sparing with Sasha, you’ll end up with Connie, too.

— Reiner Braun

Training with Reiner is like training with your long-lost twin. You read one other perfectly, evading and blocking each other’s swings like it’s nothing. You duck underneath his outstretched arm to kick him in the back of his knee, but Reiner is two steps ahead, spinning on his heel to knock your feet out from under you. He expects you to yield, but you don’t give up that easily. Sneaking between his spread legs to pop up from behind, it was your turn to knock him unsteady, twisting his arm behind his back and disarming him of the prop knife he wielded. It goes on like that until the quittin’ bell rings, except the roles reversed themselves every few rounds.

— Bertolt Hoover

Bertolt is still such a sweetheart, even when he’s trying to pin you to the ground. He wants to win, but that doesn’t make his timidness disappear. You win more often than not, but you let him get the better of you sometimes. Watching a blush spread across his face and neck is worth letting him win. His blush worsens when you point it out, too. Still, he likes sparing with you, regardless of how well he does or not.

— Annie Leonheart

Training with Annie is very similar to training with Mikasa. It’s not that Annie believes you’ll hinder her progress; it’s because she’s simply not good with people. Annie knows you can hold your own against tough opponents; she’s seen you go against people like Reiner and Eren and win. The best way to put it is that she feels awkward, not knowing how to help you or what she should say. You’re the only one able to render Annie speechless, a talent that immediately raises you above the rest in her eyes.

— Porco Galliard

If you want to spar with Porco, you better be prepared to have your ass beat into next week. He’s out to prove he’s the best, and not even you can get in his way. He’s stubborn and afflicted with tunnel vision, blinding him from remembering how talented you are at it, too. Porco’s favorite move is pinning you on your stomach, twisting your wrist until you forfeit your prop weapon of choice. He’s stupidly cocky about it, too, straddling your hips and spouting snark while your face is shoved in the dirt. You may be talented at that day’s exercise, but somehow, Porco always has the upper hand, no doubt due to his Shifter abilities giving him heightened agility and reflexes. He’s always stupidly proud of himself afterward, bragging to his friends about how many times he’d pinned you. It earns him a sharp flick on his forehead from you.

— Levi Ackerman

You must be a glutton for punishment if you seek out Levi as a sparing partner. His version of training isn’t just sparring, oh no, no. First, he has you running laps around the courtyard for at least thirty minutes. And if he catches you jogging, he adds another ten minutes. You wanted the best, so you’ll have to endure everything he throws at you to get it. Next is calisthenics. Push-ups, thirty-second planks, burpees, sit-ups, dips, and wall sits are the bane of your existence for the next hour and a half. By now, your entire body aches, and your legs are shaky and exhausted. Levi gives you a break, allowing you to drink nearly your weight in water and grab a quick snack before his torture resumes. He gives you enough time to ensure you don’t vomit, but finally, it’s time for sparring once you’ve finished your snack break. Once he deems training to be done for the day, you ask him why he put you through such an intense workout just to spar. Levi’s reasoning? If your body was tired, you’d fight better. If you’re exhausted, you’ll seek out more ways to end the fight quicker and discover new techniques as you go. If you get frustrated enough after losing to him so many times, combined with your body’s exhaustion, you’d eventually find a hole in Levi’s attack and utilize it.

— Erwin Smith

Training with Erwin isn’t much different than training on your own. He acts professionally throughout the exercise, seeing it as nothing to take lightly. Erwin doesn’t go easy on you, but he does pull his punches, not eager to send you to the infirmary just because of sparring practice.

— Mike Zacharias

Believe it or not, Mike is like a combination of Levi and Connie. Training with him will last hours, but he’s having fun with you while he does it. Mike is quick on his feet, darting this way and that, always out of reach. It’s almost like a dance you’re engaged in. Every time you miss, he’ll pop a teasing joke as if he’s goading you into catching him. When you think you’ve cornered him, Mike’ll knock your legs out from underneath you, claiming the win for himself. He’ll help you back up and reset the round, giving the prop weapon to you this time.

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