#miche zacharius x reader

[salaciousdoll]

Giving erwin head seems like a dream to you especially while he watches your sextape featuring the men of your dreams

· · " Says It Feels Like Heaven To Him" · ·

･˳ . ⋆ Featuring Professor! Erwin Smith with Guest Appearances of Levi Ackerman, Miche(Mike)Zacharias, Nile Dok ( even threw in a little Zeke and Eren Kruger for a second) x Fem! T.A. Reader･˳ . ⋆

୨⍣୧ ⁺⁎˚ ⋆━━ Warnings: Smut, fivesome( just in the video), Apple Vision hasn’t come out yet so work with me here on the little research I did, Erwin is rich, double penetration in both and one hole, fucked dumb, deep throating, oral ( m receiving while watch the video on the Vision Pro), aot au/ modern au, sloppy top for Erwin cause he deserves it, I think this has plot, idk, spit roasting, pet names, big praise kink, some degradation here and there, I may make another one with Zeke and eren Kruger( don’t know yet, throat bulge, big and heavy cock Erwin, tears( dacryphillia), Levi being a mean and nice Dom, black reader in mind but anyone can read, Dom Erwin, chubby reader, may be considered dc, first time writing for him so he may be ooc, overall nasty nasty stuff

୨⍣୧ ⁺⁎˚ ⋆━━ Word Count: 3.7k

18+, Minors do not interact

Credit for art in header

Psa: the italics is the video playing on the Apple vision pro headset

With the void, black space and sparkling little dots in the sky, you traveled home in your car listening to the radio play hits of the month. Tonight was heavenly for you, you loved hot summer nights ever since you were a kid, don’t even get you started on spring or fall nights. Summer nights were filled with people walking on the sidewalks talking with their friends, relatives, and partners. They were filled with loud music blaring from bars, clubs, and people sitting in their cars.

As you drove to your professor's house as his T.A., You passed lots of entertainment and that made you smile so much. You couldn’t wait to collect the test answers so you could grade your students' tests. You wanted to be able to enjoy this adolescent night. You were planning to go to a restaurant that stays open until 4 am with your friends since they needed to catch up with you. All you need is the test answers and then you’re set, probably should be finished by 12:30 am. Your friends should be coming out of the club by 2:30 am, so you’ll even have time to shower and get ready. You all decided to pull an all-nighter because you missed the days when you used to do it.

You passed a few big houses before you made it to his large house, the house always brings up memories you held deep inside of your memory. Memories that you shared with 4 other men including Erwin Smith. You stopped your car and got out after turning the headlights off. Your keys jiggled and moved as you walked up to his door proudly with a small smile on your face. Once you made it to the double entry wrought iron doors that stood taller than you. You have no idea how he could afford this but you had a guess in mind since he wears a lot of expensive tailored suits to work.

You pushed the doorbell, rocking back and forth to calm your nerves of being here again. You haven’t been here in a month, couldn’t face them outside of work. You were glad you only got to see Erwin instead of Levi, Who was in the same department as Erwin but had a different subject— which was Writing while Erwin had History. Miche was in the art department while Nile was in the science department with Hange. Hange, a person you wished you could’ve had there as well since you’ve always eyed them.

You rang it again before deciding to knock on the door when you didn’t hear an answer. You moved to the side and peaked through the glass to see if you saw anyone and you didn’t. So you stood there for a minute until you decided to just go in. You twisted the doorknob and it opened, it was almost like someone left it open for you. Erwin definitely did because he always used to say let him know when you’re on your way and you did, only two hours ago. You shrugged your shoulders and walked inside— closing the door softly, avoiding the slam the door always did when you used to come here freely.

You walked to the entrance of his living room and heard his groans loud and clear. He was too occupied in pleasuring himself out in the open to even realize the door bell had rang. He had on the new Apple vision pro vr headset and the noise coming from them was so lewd that you were speechless. You could hear it from where you were standing, so you slowly put your purse/bag on the table an arm length next to you and slowly walked to him.

Once you got closer to Erwin, you heard the slick noises of him stroking his dick up and down with , from the smell of it, strawberry lube you brought over here from the last time you were here. He kept it with him and you wanted to know why, soon you will find out. Just as you were about to speak, you heard your voice speak from the headset in a needy tone.

“ Fu-ah-ck~!! I can’t take it anymore Miche, please please please.” Your moans were so pretty and you almost wanted to pat yourself on the back from how pornographic they sound. You slowly walked around the couch and stood on the edge of it looking directly at Erwin.

“ shit! Welcome, Miss { reader’s last name}. Your…”. Erwin was stuck when his dick pumped in excitement in his hand. You didn’t know if the excitement was from the video, the adrenaline of being caught, or from your stare on him. His body was sweaty and you could tell he’s been at this for a minute now because of the smell of strawberry and cum around him. The saltine air was doing something to your senses and it went straight to your now tingling pussy.

“ Is this how you greet all your past T.A.’s, Mr.Smith. If so I’ll begin to think of you as a horny pervert. Wouldn’t want that now would cha’?”. Your whispering was getting to him as you now noticed he paused the video with his finger pressing into the air. “ How can you even see out of those? Hmm, wanna give me an explanation as to how that is and what I just walked in on.” Your voice was so alluring to him, it didn’t matter if you had a gruff velvet tone or soft tone, he loved hearing your voice.

Erwin showed you his small smile as he began to talk again after searching for his voice for about 5 seconds, “ I would gladly explain this futuristic device to you later, miss { readers last name} but I’m a little preoccupied with trying it out right now. If you’re looking for the test answers, they’re in my office down the hall. Specifically on the desk.” He then lifted the device off his eyes, setting it on top of his blonde, unruly hair. Sweat built upon his forehead as the lines from the device formed on his red face making him, surprisingly, look very enticing to you.

You looked back at the hall he pointed to prior to looking back at him with low eyes, “ They’ll have to wait for now. After all, we have a three day weekend starting tonight, so why don’t I show my appreciation to Professor Smith. Put back on that VR set, sir. Want you to focus on that video and that video only.”

He almost let out a low groan at the pet name he so desperately loved, especially when you called him that. School or not, he’s always gonna feel something when you call him that. You slowly took off your top as he slid the car set back on his face. After your top came off, your bra followed— gently falling to the floor. You walked up to Erwin and slowly got on your knees in front of him. His cocked open legs were so thick and muscled, you were planning on riding them sometime in your life, maybe tonight. Who knows. You trailed your acrylic nails up his thighs— dragging them close to his trimmed pubic hairs. You watched as he bit back a moan and as his dick jumped against his lower stomach. The red angry tip was having a stare off with you and you were winning because of his twitching.

Your knees hurt on the carpet but you were gonna ignore it for now. You wanted his cock in your mouth and you were gonna get him in your mouth. You tried to enclose your right hand on his dick, but it didn’t fit around the entirety of his cock. Thick fingers trying so hard to wrap around his thick abnormal dick, you then pressed his tip on your lips giving him a little peck prior to rubbing his wet tip across the lower half of your face. You wanted this to be messy and you were gonna get it even if he was caught by surprise when you did that.

Erwin was bigger than Levi and close in length to miche whilst being close to Nile in girth. You could tell he started the video over because you heard your whimpers which meant you were being teased by Levi.

“ How long have you dreamed of this, little girl? I’m sure you even day dreamed about being used like a little slut by us. Such a shame really. Such a pretty little shame.”, Levi says on the video. Erwin watched on the big screen he had on his Vr set. He was so glad he got this VR set because he could watch this video in 3d with a fake background of the ocean.

He watched your eyes look up in a squint as you looked at Levi, “ I’m not a little girl. So don’t call me- hnngn.” Two fingers were placed inside of your pussy by Levi who looked at you with low sharp eyes, “ what was that? Couldn’t hear you over you being a slut for my fingers.” The camera panned to Miche, Nile, And Erwin before he set the camera up on the tall night stand in his room.

Erwin moved next to you to plant his kiss on your buttercream scent lips as Miche whistled at Levi words, “ Come on, Levi. You gotta give the girl credit for seducing each one of us with those pretty brown eyes of hers. Eyes that told stories without talking, we’re now experiencing another story of hers.” Leave it to Miche Zacharias to bring his perception into this, reasons why he’s an art teacher.

You, on the other hand, took the tip of his cock in your mouth causing him to let out a low moan. The way your lips instantly lock on his dick should be awarded. The sucking sounds from you was enough to cause him to put down the VR, but he’ll never be able to get to his favorite part if he does.

Erwin's body shuddered when he heard your pleas in the video and felt your lips swallow more of his dick in your wet, hot mouth. You almost vomited on his dick, but you controlled your breathing and throat to take him in completely. Both of your hands were now on the lower part of his cock as spit slowly glided down his dick and onto your hands. Erwin held your head in one of his hands as he tried so hard to keep his eyes on the screen like you said.

The convulsing of your throat was enough to make him want to snap his hips up, but he resisted and let you take control, just this once.

“ Ummph, your dick is stretching me, Nile. Pl-”, you moaned as he slid inside of your wet pussy with the help of miche holding your legs open from underneath you. Levi let a small smirk display in his face in the video. Erwin just now noticed that little smirk and he was so gonna tease Levi for it later but right now your moans plus your lips wrapped around his cock was the only thing on his mind.

“ Ease up a little, Nile and Mike. Don’t want my little TA to call off work just because we broke her.”, Erwin said as he played with your pretty nipples in a clockwise motion making you squirm even more. Levi stroked himself on the side of you while sucking on your neck. Nile was too busy trying not to cum because of the way you were squeezing around his dick, “ Looks like she needs to ease up on me before my dick breaks. She’s fucking tight. So please, sweetheart. Ease up for me, will ya’ ?” Nile held your face in between his hands— looking directly in your eyes.

You couldn’t even think straight because of the fullness you were feeling in both holes. They complimented each other all too well, but you got pulled out of your daze when you felt a kiss on your mouth from a different man. The man in front of you, Nile. His kiss was ruff but a little passionate which suddenly made you loosen up around his dick causing him to move back and forth with ease. Miche groan loudly when you convulsed your other hole around his long cock, “ Fuck, pretty girl. You’re treating my dick so well.” His deep baritone voice sent shivers down your horny spine and you couldn’t do anything but moan, loudly too.

Levi rolled his eyes when he heard you repeating curse words with a whine laced in your whimpers, “ Erwin shut her up before I do it.” He was such a mean Dom and you loved it. Nile and Miche shared a choked moan and groan because you tightened around them at the same time when you heard what he said. Erwin chuckled and turned your head to his standing cock, “ Come on, my princess. Don’t wanna upset him any further now, do we?” His tone was chilling, almost like a threat and you loved it. Erwin took his cock in his hand and tapped your plump lips, “ Open up wide for me, darling. Want you to open up nice and wide for me.” You looked up at him through your lashes as your body thrashed up and down due to Nile and Mike’s movements. They were so in sync with each other as you parted your lips as you could go. Next sounds that were heard were your slurpy moans and the moans of all the men around you as you pleasured them.

Levi was in love with the way you twisted your hand around his cock, “ such a pretty view to see you filled up in all of your holes. Shit! Your fucking hands are working me so perfectly. Being such a good girl right now, baby. Keep it up for me, got that?” Your moans on Erwin’s dick told everyone everything they needed to know. You were gonna be a good girl for them after all.

Erwin couldn’t handle the way your head bobbed up and down on his cock with ease now. Your throat warmed up to him and he couldn’t be more proud of you. You were struggling to take him in the video but now here— it’s like you were a new person or spirit. He loved every second of it, paying attention to the dick sucking sounds you made as you devoured him. “ Mmm” and “ hmm” were heard all around his living room. Teary eyes was something he saw after rolling his eyes to the back of his head in pure lightness. He looked down at you slurping his cock up like you were drinking out a small straw with a thick ass milkshake.

Erwin reached to the top of your head, setting a shaky palm just over your hairstyle, “ May I?” You bobbed your head up and down to answer his question and he sequenced after moving whatever hairstyle you had in your hair out from your eyes, so you can really see. One of the small things you noticed about Erwin compared to the others is that he knows the boundaries and doesn’t over step them without thinking about it. Bare minimum? Yes.

He tasted so good in your mouth, salt with a small hint of used cum. You couldn’t describe it exactly but you knew his dick had just the right flavor to openly want to suck his dick up the way you’re doing it right now. Hollowing your cheeks caused him to spring up and try to knock his knees together but you scratched at his stomach letting him know to sit down and take it like he told you plenty of time on his desk, bed, etc. “ Ah, Ah, swee-sweetheart, I’m going to cum soon if you keep doing - oahh- that.” Erwin was never this vocal before and he needed to start being this vocal because now one of your hands dropped from his dick— moving down to your undergarment. You rubbed yourself in slow circles feeling the wetness spreading on your fingers like it was honey.

You removed your other hand and dropped that one to his balls to play with them in a soothing but pleasuring way. Your moans were getting louder on the screen and off the screen. It wasn’t just only your moans though, Erwin’s moans were off screen. He was enjoying himself too much and honestly he didn’t care. He was mouth drunk in a sense. Could wait for it to end no matter what. He didn’t want this memory to end at all. Miche was right, you were a part of the memories he had to reminisce about when he gets older and wither away like all older people do.

The sounds of gagging were heard when your mouth moved further down his cock up until the little blonde hair on his pelvis. Your moans from playing with yourself were stuffed so good with his cock deep down your throat. “ fuck! Sweet girl, your mouth and hands feel so good. So. Damn. Amazing. Keep going for me, my sweet doll.”

The video now showed you now taking him and Levi inside of your pussy together. Your screams of pleasure were one for Erwin’s history books. “ Fuck, she’s fucking swallowing my dick right now. Erwin you choose the right one to be your damn T.A.” Erwin chuckled as he focused on holding your thighs— you were in the cowgirl position on top of him.

“ You should see her face taking both of us right now, Levi. So damn beautiful.” Erwin kissed your neck wrapping both of his arms around you— Levi wrapped his arms around your arms pulling your upper body up a little bit, “ beautiful huh? Maybe Mike or Nile could take a picture and send it to Eren Kruger and Zeke, let them know what they’re missing.” Tears fell down your eyelashes as they battered their dicks inside of you with soft little kisses from Erwin to comfort you even more than you already felt.

Miche chuckled with his head tilted back before getting up to come hold your chubby face in between his big hands, “ such a beauty indeed. Even more beautiful with a fucked out expression on your face. Such a pity they couldn’t come, huh.” Nile came up beside him, both with their dick standing on full hard, “ I’ll take the picture only for me, then two don’t deserve to see this masterpiece of a woman, isn’t that right my little bunny?” Just then Erwin snapped his hips up as Levi followed after, both spilling inside of you as your mouth fell into a silent O as you came on their cocks— That silent O soon got filled with a thick tip of Mike’s dick.

“ God, I wish you could see how pretty you look right now. Gonna- mmph.” Erwin groans turned into moans when you let out a little moan against the sensitive part on his dick, his veins. The video stopped and you notice he snatched off his Apple Vision Pro headset and grabbed your head to make you engulf all of his dick without any room to breathe. Erwin grabbed your throat to feel his bulge against it and nothing could ever satisfy him the way your throat bulge did. You stayed where you were until you felt thick salty fluid in your mouth. You had no choice but to swallow all of his cum inside of your gagging mouth. Small Snot flowing down your nose with Spit and the rest of his cum you couldn’t swallow flowed down this dick to his ass. “ Holy shit! Fuck, m gonna cum in that pretty little mouth, don’t run. Don’t run. Breathe through your nose for me….” And you did to which he responded with a lazy smile after he came down from his high, “ good girl. Such a good little slut for me.”

He let you go when you tapped his thigh and you automatically lifted your throat off his cock, coughing a little prior to a small smile displaying on your face, “ Next time, could you do that during the intercourse. I liked it, especially if it’s from you.” Erwin body slumped against the back of his couch as he peered down at you with low blue eyes, “ You’re so pretty. I need you to say it back to me, pretty girl.” You didn’t know where the serge of affirmation came from, but you were living for it as you looked at him like he was the only man in the world. Little did you know, you were always the only woman in his world.

“ I’m pretty— your pretty girl.” Your voice was so low and he knew it was because of his dick. Erwin pulled you up by your hands, kissing them. He then pulled you down on top of him and kissed you on the mouth, “ Yes, my pretty little butterfly. Thank you for giving me the best I ever had …. Now about those test answers?” He lifted up his eyebrow at you. Somehow, you had forgotten about them because your jaw hurt. You’ll have to grade tomorrow and make sure the girls make it back safely. You’ll have to reschedule everything all because of Mr.eyebrows with the big dick chuckling at you waving your hand whilst laying on his chest.

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[mommypieck]

༺ ♱ ༻ aot threesome - 9/10

✿ erwin x reader x miche

✿ warnings: smut, threesome, hard sex, cervix kissing, hard oral, crying, slapping, no protections, passing out, hints at unconscious sex, non-con creampie

"i dont think you should be outside all alone this late." miche says, his hands roaming around your body.

you surely didn't expect your night to go like this. it started when you decided to go to a bar to drink your problems away and met two mysterious guys.

"you're surely one beautiful girl." erwin places his fingers under your chin to lift your chin up. you feel nervous as he looks you straight in the eyes. you're taken by a surprise when he leans down to plant a tender kiss on your lips. he chuckles and you know that it's because he noticed you shivering.

"are you cold even tho im touching you?" miche asks from behind. you know that him and erwin are smirking at each other, knowing you are becoming a putty in their hands. you yelp when miche's hands slide under your bra to take your breasts into his hands.

"you're so small." he aws, his fingers pinching your nipples. erwin takes his place at your lips again. you know that he's way more experienced than you by the way he's kissing you. no matter how hard you try to kiss back, he still keeps his dominance over you.

erwin drops onto his knees to massage your thighs. his hands fondle thr fat plush of your thighs under your dress and you know what he wants to do.

"can i?" he asks and you nod your head, giving him permission. he slips his hand under your dress to touch you over your panties. he strokes your clit before pressing his tongue flat on the cloth. you feel your knees bucking and you would fall if miche wouldn't catch you.

"careful, sweetheart." he says against your skin as he places kisses down your neck and collarbones.

erwin hooks his fingers on your panties so that he can pull it down. she smiles when he faces your dripping core.

"look at how tiny she is." he says at miche who is busy painting your neck with red love bites. he slithers his hand to the front so that he can touch your clit.

"she will be trouble taking us." he says against your neck, making you shudder.

"do you think you can take us?" erwin asks you, flaming your cheeks. you close your eyes, looking down at your legs but you don't answer. you squeak when miche hits your pussy with his palm.

"he asked you something." he says, slowly massaging around your clit. you want to moan but you know that you have to answer first, not wanting to get them angry.

"i can." you mumble quietly, looking down at you feet. both of the men laugh at your answer, muttering words of disagreement.

"go lay down on the bed." erwin instructs, leading you to the bed. he can miche exchange few words that you aren't unable to hear but you guess what they were talking about when they both start undressing. you feel embarrassed by eying them down. every piece of clothing they take off is like a part of a private strip show just for you.

"look at how hungry she looks," miche says, "i feel like she's gonna start drooling every minute."

your jaw falls down when your eyes lay on their hardened dicks. you have never seen a dick as big as theirs. you curse at yourself mentally for saying that you will be able to take them.

miche walks up to you with his cock in his fists. he stands by your body, looking down at you. you yelp when he flips you over, positioning you on your hands and knees. he places his cock to your lips, using his thumb to over your mouth. he slides his cock inside of your mouth, grabbing the back of your head to set up a face. just the weight of his cock inside of your mouth makes you dizzy.

"come on, suck it." he growls and you swirl your tongue around his cock. you suck on his tip but miche makes you swallow more.

"come on, i know you can take more."

you feel tears fill your eyes as he thrusts inside of your mouth. he isn't gentle in any meaning and every choke of your makes him wanna go even harder.

you jump when you feel large hands on your ass. you turn around to look at erwin kneeling at your back but your turned around by a light slap on your face.

"girls can focus on two things at once so you can focus on sucking my cock while he fucks your sweet pussy." miche says, giving your cheek another tiny slap.

erwin's fingers slide up and down your slit, gathering the slick there. he chuckles when he feels you gush more at his fingers.

"you have no idea how much i want to fuck you without any prep." he says as he slides one of his fingers in. you moan around miche's cock when erwin hits your sweet spot. one of his fingers is as big as two of your fingers so you scrunch your face when he adds another. soon he slides them out and you know what's coming next. you can feel your body tensing just at the thought of taking such a big cock. miche notices and he bends over to stroke your back. you fail to notice that he's making sure that your back is arched so that both men can watch your ass.

you close your eyes when erwin presses into your entrance. his big head is difficult to in but soon he's halfway in. you feel like you're being split in half but you continue to take him in.

"she's too tight." erwin moans, leaning down over your back so that he can bottom out.

"wait... are you a virgin?" he suddenly asks and you shake your head. both of the men look at each other and they smile.

"well, im gonna fuck you as a slut then."

he thursts in with all he has to give, making your body fall down on the bed. he starts thrusting in fast and deep thrusts, your whole body trembling. you are unable to stop moaning at the way he slides in and out. miche doesn't like the way you let go off his cock and he grabs you by the hair to get your mouth around his cock again.

"nu uh, that's not how it's going to go. suck it or im gonna become really mean." you sob, tears filling your eyes as he forces you on his cock again. erwin smiles at the scene in front of him, his cock hitting your cerwix with every thrusts. you feel your body becoming weaker at the way they are treating you. your mind goes hazy when erwin slaps your ass. your whole body goes numb as you near your orgasm.

"don't you dare cum." erwin says but you are far gone to hear him. you cum under his thrusts, your whole body shaking. your feel your consciousness slipping under the intense pleasure.

you wake up on the bed confused. you aren't sure where you are but the salty taste on your tongue reminds you where you are. you feel disgusted when you notice you are covered in cum and you disgust even more at the cum leaking out of you. you try to stand but your legs give up and you can falling on the floor. the sound of you falling makes both of the men appear at the door, laughing at you.

"looks who tried to run away." miche says, walking up to you. erwin leans on the door frame saying, "you're not going nowhere, get on the bed and this time we promised we won't be so rough."

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[wing-ed-thing]

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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[m-jelly]

can we get some birthday sex with Mike? November 1st is his bday

Pretty little bow

Mike x fem!reader

Modern AU, fluff, romance, smut, being a couple, unprotected, Mike taking the lead, size difference mentioned, talks of breeding, breeding kink, creampie.

You dress up in something cute for Mike's birthday. He wakes up for the day seeing you all cute and decides that his morning will be spent in your arms.

@mari-zs

A deep sigh escaped Mike's massive chest. He stretched his massive body causing his joints to click in response. The room was nice and warm, along with the bed but something was missing. Normally, he would roll over and hold the love of his life, but the bed was empty.

His pale blue eyes stared at the ceiling for a while before he looked around to local you. With a slight groan and a few cracking joints, he sat up causing his thick and plump muscles to move. A cunning smirk spread on his lips when he saw you at the end of the bed.

A deep chuckle made you tingle. He eyed you and took in the outfit you wore just for him. A cute bow tied your breasts together to ensure they stayed up and close. The underwear had a little slit on it, which was perfect for Mike to touch and tease. The tight thigh-highs with clips had Mike drooling.

He stopped eyeing you a moment and locked eyes with you to see you were a little shy. This outfit was very new to you, but it looked incredible to Mike. He just wanted to eat you up.

"Mike? My big bear?"

He smirked. "Mm?"

You moved closer to his side of the bed. "Happy birthday."

His large hot hand wrapped around yours. "Thank you. Is this a present for me?"

You nodded. "Mm."

The hairs of his moustache and beard tickled your skin when he dragged his lips up your neck. "What a lovely present." With a firm tug, he pulled you to sit across his lap. "Look at you, beautiful." He eyed your lap. "There a slit?"

Your heart fluttered in your chest. "Yes."

His large hand slipped up the inside of your thigh to your slit. He ran his fingers up and down slowly causing his fingers to be coated with your arousal. "Fuck, you are a wonderful woman." He nipped your neck.

You linked your arms around his neck and purred. "For your birthday, you can do anything you want with me this morning. I give my consent."

He nipped your neck. "I want it slow and passionate."

You frowned. "No rough stuff? No toys? No pet names? No ties?"

He chuckled. "None of that. There is one thing I want."

You tilted your head back and sighed in delight as Mike's thick and long fingers pressed deep into you. A warmth throbbed through you as his movements were slow and calculated. The way he massaged your walls was electrifying. Every move he made was a pleasure to you.

Mike was a large man, so you were so small in his arms. The two of you enjoyed the size difference. He was your big bear and you were his little bunny. The power he had behind your body was spine-tingling and fun. He could move you in delectable ways and make you feel safe.

A smile crept over his face when your panting got faster. He pushed you closer and closer to your orgasm. He pressed a little making you snap and cry out in pleasure. He slowly moved his fingers to push you through your pleasure.

He dragged his fingers out of you and licked them clean. "Delicious. Now, for the thing I want."

You shivered a little under his starved gaze. "Y-Yes."

He tapped his forehead against yours. "I want to cum inside you. I want to fill your pretty pussy with as much cum as you can take." He moaned against your lips. "I have so much to give. Can I?"

You giggled. "Of course. You know I love it." You straddled Mike and shoved him down on his back. "I know it's your birthday, my handsome bear, but I want all the cum you have."

He ran his hands up your sides. "You spoil me."

You knelt up and giggled a bit. "So, what do you want?"

He pulled his big erection out and ran his hand up and down on himself slowly. "I want to be inside you." He gripped your hip. "Are you okay to ride me? I want to be chest to chest for a bit."

You mewled a little at the thought of Mike's big cock stretching you and pressing very deep inside you. "Yes." You shuffled closer. "I can take you." You sank down on him slowly causing you both to moan together. "You know I can. I've had you over and over again."

He eased you down on him. Mike always had to be gentle when he entered you because of his size. Once he was snug inside you he held you close and kissed you gently to relax and soothe you. He gently rubbed your back as you hummed and adjusted to his size.

Mike moved his hands to your thighs and ass. "Want me to help you move?"

You whimpered a bit and nodded shyly. "Y-Yes."

Mike slowly moved your body up and down on him. Each slide of his cock in and out of you was heaven for the two of you. Mike was so long and thick and you were so warm and tight for him. It was perfectly snug and each movement was euphoria for the two of you. You locked eyes with each other and softly panted as you enjoyed each other's bodies.

Your whimpering lips sought out Mike's. He met your lips and kissed you back with love and passion in his heart. Your arms wrapped around your lover allowing you to cling tightly to him. Pleasure burned through the two of you. Your lips moved together as tongues massaged each other.

You flopped against him a little. "Mike."

He massaged your ass. "I'm right here."

You panted and shivered a little. "I'm...I'm..."

He moaned against your ear. "Cum for me.

You dragged your nails across his back. "Mike."

"I'm right here, my little bunny. I'm right here." He moved you a little faster on him. "Come on, let go my darling."

You clenched up tightly. "Ngh." You shivered as a pleasurable buzz ran up your spine. "A-ah." Your eyes rolled back in your head as you tilted your head back. "Mm." You gasped when you felt the snap of pleasure. "Mike."

He showered your face with kisses before gently laying you down against the bed. "Good girl."

You panted a little. "Mike."

He pulled on the bow keeping your breasts together and released them. "Look at you. So beautiful."

You giggled. "Thank you, handsome."

He leaned on his forearms and gazed down at you. "Now, my love, I would like to go a bit harder. Can I? I'll go hard and cum deep inside you."

You blushed at his words. "Mm, yes."

He grinned at you. "Hold on tight, my bunny."

In an instant, you were crying out in bliss because Mike bucked hard and fast into you. You knew when he went hard like this, it meant that he was going to cum hard and a lot. You were consumed by the pleasure that burned through you. Little pops of euphoria throbbed in your body.

The room was filled with a mixture of lewd noises from the slapping of your bodies, your wet pussy being plunged into by Mike's big cock to both your lustful cries of pleasure. The bed banged against the wall making you thankful you had no neighbours and lived in a cabin with Mike.

You weakly wrapped your legs around him, but they kept slipping. "M-Mike."

Mike looped your legs over his arms and pressed them against you into the mating press. "Better?"

You cried out. "F-Fuck, yes." You panted. "B-but it's y-your birthday treat."

He gripped the bed and chuckled. "I want this so bad. The perfect position to breed you."

You screamed out and yanked on the bed as Mike pounded his cock into you. Mike felt pride inside him at making you a moaning mess below him. Your body was incredible to him, you were magical too. He loved every inch of you and just wanted to shower you with love and pleasure as often as possible.

You mewled and cried out in delight as your body was overwhelmed with the pure pleasure that was Mike's cock. You looked down at your glistening pussy and watched how he plunged in and out of you. You felt your body heat up at the thought of how his big penis was able to go in and out of you with ease. You were made for each other.

You reached over and cupped the back of his neck. "Mike. Cum inside me."

He purred in delight. "I've got plenty for you. Gonna breed your pretty pussy. I'm going to stuff you full of cum."

You locked eyes with Mike and felt flustered by how big he was. He towered over you and it felt incredible. You tangled your fingers in his hair and roughly kissed him, his beard and moustache rubbing against your skin. His facial hair was gentle against your skin because he took care of it for you.

You clenched your toes tightly and released his lips. "I'm close."

"Me too." He smiled at you. "Touch yourself for me."

You reached down and moved your fingers on your clit. "Y-Yes Mike." You arched your back a little. "Mm."

"Give it to me. I need you to cum. It's my birthday me."

You whined as he grinned at you. "Y-You." You cried out as you felt the snap. "Mike!"

He grunted when your tightly pussy walls massaged his cock. "Ngh." He slammed his hands against the bed and pumped his cock in you faster. "A-Ah." He slammed himself in deep and pressed hard against your cervix. His balls twitched as he poured his hot cum deep into you. He shivered in delight as he moaned your name. "My bunny."

You mewled in delight as you felt him fill you. "Mm, Mike."

He leaned down and kissed you. "What a birthday treat."

You giggled. "Not over yet. I'm sure there are more positions you want. I'm thinking a birthday shower together, then breakfast and maybe a bit more sex."

He grinned at you. "You spoil me."

"Wait until you see the mountain of presents."

He dragged his cock out of you and sighed in delight. "Mm. I love being inside you."

You wrapped your arms around him as your legs weakly flopped down. "I love it too. You feel so good inside me."

He kissed you over and over. "I'll massage your legs."

You whined. "But it's your birthday."

He sat between your legs and massaged your thighs. "I know and I love doing this part of sex. I'm big and it's a lot for your pussy to take each time, no matter how many times we've had sex."

You reached up and caressed his cheek. "How did I get so lucky?"

He chuckled. "I believe I was the one who just plucked you up one day and declared you as mine."

"You did." You opened your arms. "Birthday hugs?"

He dove into your arms. "Always."

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[bluecookies02]

Erwin X Reader X Miche NSFW

->anonymous commission

content warnings: dirty talk, dp, oral (f receiving), anal, some wine for liquid courage, poly relationship

word count:~ 2.5k

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"Y/N, don't spill wine over my paperwork, please baby I spent two nights filling them out" Erwin warned from the couch and you gently grabbed the glass, placing it on the other side of you, away from anything that could get ruined.

You were sitting on top of the table, swaying your legs as all three of you enjoyed your night.

Using all of your vacation days for this prolonged weekend, you all hoped that there won't be an emergency since everything has been fairly quiet lately.

You decided to spend your anniversary in Erwin's office since it was more spacious than any of the bedrooms and going out also wasn't an option for you sadly. Miche mentioned once how he despised the fact that he can't take you out to fancy dinners, not without constantly being in a fight or flight mode, and Erwin commented on looking forward to the day when they can see you all dolled up and blushing as they drag you around for a dozen of already perfectly planned out dates.

You didn't dwell on it, instead, you all sneaked in some booze during your last long mission, from a faraway village that had big healthy grape fields that were lucky enough to go untouched after all of these scary years.

You weren't allowed to take gifts from the people, let alone if it's alcohol but you all proclaimed the rule stupid, hiding a bottle each as you returned to the base that month. They remained sealed for a special occasion.

"Sorry!" you tipsily replied an eternity later. You weren't really a lightweight but holy fuck...that wine is stronger than some whiskeys you tried. Maybe you're over exaggerating but the gentle burn of your throat as you took another sip could definitely support your case.

The room you were in was dimmed, curtains draped over the windows as a last effort to keep some of the scorching heat from entering it. The lights were off, save for a few candles scattered around.

Miche sat spread out on the couch, his shirt unbuttoned and his jacket long forgotten on the hanger. Erwin was sitting in his chair, wiping sweat off of his face with the back of his hand, his shirt damp and in your delusional horny mind, it was now almost see-through.

"I would think that they would fund the commanders with fans or something. Or at least an ice pack!" Miche complained, lowering his glass on the cupboard.

You made a small hum of agreement, gathering your hair up to put it in a ponytail, huffing when a significant amount of it still warmed your neck.

"At least we are all off duty, imagine working in that heat" you tried to brighten the mood.

"And it's also the reason I'm graced with such a nice view!" you gather the courage to be a little bold, crossing your legs.

Erwin adjusted in his chair, leaning back, a sly grin on his face. He would usually return your flirty-ness tenfold, but today he decided to enjoy as you blushed and writhed under their gazes.

You keep stealing glances at both of them, and your lips stay parted as you watch Erwin's hand slowly palm the growing bulge in his pants.

The tension was already thick, but the air has gotten heavier in the past hour, all three of you aware that after months of nonstop work, you could finally have a long night all for yourselves.

A low rumble crawls up your spine and up to your ears, and you turn to take a peek at Miche, who clicks his tongue as he stands up.

Your heart slams hard against your ribs and you are sure you can hear it as his hand makes contact with your cheek, softly but with an evident tremble.

"So bashful...You smell so fucking irresistible tonight sweetheart" The gruff of his voice sends goosebumps through your limbs and you crane your neck to the side, his nose finding home above your collarbone.

He fills his lungs with your smell, his other hand spreading out across your hip.

Your fingers come to thread in his hair, steadying yourself while he laps at your skin, eager open-mouthed kisses scattering wherever he can reach.

A speck of worry washes over you and you hope that Erwin doesn't feel left out, but the sound of a zipper and a deep groan were enough to ease your concern.

You can't help your curiosity, and with half-lidded eyes you stare at him, focusing on the heavy length that rested in his palm.

You might be shy but you're not stupid. This whole night you felt like a pray being carefully watched, danced around until you were carefully backed up into a wall. A wall you willingly leaned yourself against.

Pent up wouldn't begin to describe how awfully eager the three of you felt.

"Yeah, she smells nice? Where?" it's not like Miche needed a push but the question prompts him, and he slips his large hand to your thigh, sneaking it under your skirt to rub firm strokes across your panties.

You whine, spreading your legs and the man watching seems to appreciate it, judging by the leisurely timed slick strokes that fill the otherwise quiet room.

You feel hypnotized and if that's not the biggest compliment a man can get...Erwin spreads his own legs a little further, cupping his hefty sack in his free hand.

"You're drooling baby, are you really such a whore?" Miche hushes in your ear, slipping your panties to the side and hissing at the wetness that spreads across his fingers.

"Hold your skirt up for me will you? I know you love it when I look..." and you do so in a heartbeat, crumpling up the fabric and holding it close to your chest.

"Please..." as if you're sane enough to know what you're begging for. Being on display is embarrassing but the rough hand which slowly works you open doesn't leave much room for you to *think*.

Watching a 6-foot-something man fall to his knees would send an average woman into a coma, and you feel the heat radiating to the tips of your ears and nose.

The larger man grabs handfuls of your thighs, pushing them as far as they can go and then later pulling you closer to the edge of the table.

Miche noses against your clit first, teasing your spit-covered bud as he wastes no time to tongue your greedy cunt. Each swallow is followed by a guttural groan and he manages to delve deeper with each lick, all up until his face is full with the fat of your pussy.

Erwin is not as patient today as he thought he would be, that's why soon enough he kicks off his pants and underwear from his ankles and he takes slow steps towards you. He leans down to kiss you deeply first, just in time as Miche licks a particularly bold, flat stripe across your pussy. His moan spreads through your tummy and you gasp into Erwin's mouth.

He slips an arm behind your back, holding you steady so that you don't tumble backwards. His other hand spreads across your neck, pressing just enough so that he can hold your face still. He feels each swallow of your throat, your pulse pushing against his fingertips ever so slightly.

Minutes later you're fully relaxed, eagerly grinding against Miche as the other soldier loosens the first few buttons of your button-up shirt, just enough so that he can slip his hand inside. His fingers expertly twirl your nipples, pinching and squeezing at your breasts as he sucks on your lolled-out tongue.

You flinch in surprise when you feel Miche's tongue travel lower and your heart skips a beat once he spits onto your hole, gracing it with a few hearty licks before his thumb dips inside the puckered muscle.

Once your tits feel sore under Erwin's palms, he gives you mercy, only so that he can dip his hand between your legs and circle your aching clit with his fingers.

It's messy...the way Miche was back to licking at your folds and the quick flicks of the other man's skillful hand.

Drool leaks between your legs, and soon enough your ass is being split open by two thick fingers.

You feel overwhelmed, and as they pump deeper inside you, you taste the first drops of your high.

You know you won't reach it, not now, not unless they want you to. And you'd be a fool to not know how much pleasure they take in torturing you.

They push you right to the edge until you're hanging from it by a thread, quickening their pace and abruptly stopping, just in time.

"Pretty girl...breathe..." Erwin coos, leaving your throbbing clit and Miche moves his face away from your heat with a load *pop*.

You're crying, ever so quietly as you calm down, whining at the loss.

Gently, Miche slips his fingers out, getting back up to his feet. In the rush of everything you didn't notice that his cock was now exposed, lathered in pre as he gave it a few final tugs before leaving it alone to throb.

"Cruel." you manage to whisper out. You slip your panties off, leaving them forgotten on the table.

Erwin picks you up gently and you wrap your arms around his neck, your feet locking behind his back.

You can feel his length sliding between your bodies, and he props you up just a little, angling his hips so that his tip hooks at the entrance of your cunt.

"We are, aren't we?" Miche answers, pressing flush against your back. Their strong arms hold you up, Erwin's wrapped around your waist, making it seem so fucking tiny compared to his large palms. Miche's find purchase on your ass, and he slips his salivating dick in between your cheeks, rutting against your backside.

They hike your skirt back up, trapping it between them.

Miche leans down to rest his head on your shoulder, the strands that escaped your ponytail tickling his face.

"You're gonna be good, will you?" Erwin asks, experimentally rolling his hips to stuff the first wide inch inside your pussy. You just nod, taking a deep breath.

Miche waits patiently as you fully sink on the first length, your heat hungrily swallowing it. He's wide, and you're sure you'll feel so sore in the morning, but right now, you open up easily, letting it fill you until it bumps against the end of the tight tunnel.

"Shit..." only God knows who said it, but Miche kisses your cheek before he uses one hand to guide his cock barely inside.

That stretch is different, knocking the air from your lungs because as he rocks his hips to get it all to fit, it rubs against the shared wall and it's all too much. You cry out silently, your hands slipping under the collar of Erwin’s shirt, your nails digging into his back as he shushes you, words of affirmation soothing your mind.

"Fuck, such a tight little girl, you're doing so good. How does it feel?" Miche's gravelly voice grounds you as well, and you swallow the small lump in your throat before speaking up.

"Good...So fucking good" his foul mouth is rubbing off on you because as you say that you can only whisper out another string of curses.

They both hum in response, and Erwin starts to slowly bounce you on top of them.

Unhurriedly, the pace picks up over time, causing the knot in your stomach to build back up from where it left off minutes ago. The uncomfortable feeling was gone as fast as it came, making the fullness feel welcome.

Slow and steady, they set a rhythm of never leaving you empty, each stroke more intoxicating than the other.

The room grows quiet, only filled with deep breaths and moans and the filthy wet plapping of skin. You can feel them in your guts, and as the angle becomes just right, both of their cocks reach the furthest parts of you at the same time. You babble, incoherent as you try to leverage yourself off of Erwin's shoulders, slamming down against them.

Your toes are numb, curling and uncurling with every pleasure-filled push of their dicks.

Squeezing around them, you make their lives a living hell, and the grips on your hips and ass tighten, leaving small bruises in their wake.

You can't keep your eyes open, squeezing them shut while your body runs out of strength to hold itself up. The change in your weight doesn't startle them, instead, they just readjust quickly, working your pliant body as they now more hurriedly fuck into you.

"You gotta let us know when you're close princess, c'mon" Your throat is dry, but you manage to rush out a quick raspy 'yeah' before your head gently falls on top of Miche's shoulder.

Erwin looks down to where the three of you connect, and he watches with drunken eyes as your pussy gushes around him.

The gentlemen that they are, they hold on until they feel your body shake, your walls tightening and gripping them until they can barely move, eagerly humping into you.

"Such a pretty girl, that's it" You're sure you're already cumming, so so fast, but Miche slips one of his hands between yours and Erwin's chests, finding the small flower of your pussy and he strokes, fast and hard and filthy until your nerves feel like they're on fire.

You release with a loud scream, throbbing *everywhere* and you mewl at the warmth filling you up, flooding you until you're about to burst.

"It's all for you, take it- fuck, you can take it-..." You hear Miche groan through gritted teeth and Erwin loses it, his voice breaking as he repeats the chant.

"There you go, holy shit..." he manages a handful more of harsh strokes, fucking the last scream out of you before they both still, humming in bliss as spend spreads across every curve and bump inside your holes.

Their legs falter a bit, knees going weak as both of their cocks slowly stop jerking, getting milked dry by your spasming muscles.

Slipping out carefully, they help you down to your feet, watching in awe as seed dribbles down your legs.

They guide you to the couch, patiently as you take what feels like an eternity to bend your legs.

They sit next to you, not leaving your side with their hands wandering over your skin in soothing patterns, only stopping once you sigh in relief, stretching your legs out.

"Everything is sticky..." you complain halfheartedly, so terribly exhausted.

"You're younger." Miche insists and he gets a death stare in return. "I’m sure I can find a way to make you resign" is the only response he gets.

It's an empty threat because they both get up soon after, cleaning everything up and blowing out the candles.

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[chaotic-on-main]

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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[ack3rlady]

Sleep Tight, My Love...

Summary: Sleep is a rare luxury for the veterans. Let's let them sleep just a little longer

Pairing: I couldn't decide :( So, Survey Corps Men x Reader

Notes: Fluff

WC: ~ 1K

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A pair of eyes flitter open, mightily fighting the remnants of the sandman’s doings to admire the dawn’s glory. Tender rays of the sun seep in through the crevices in between the curtains. Aged maple trees outside play peek-a-boo when they sway. Your cozy little room is painted in a warm hue. The greys are rapidly fading, making way for a blush of pink.  

It is not very often that your mind finds itself at peace through the life you have been cursed to live. A fleeting sanctum. 

You crane your neck to get a better look outside the window, shifting the curtain oh so slightly with your fingers. Maybe, you can squeeze in another hour of sleep, for the sun himself is barely awake. Mellow radiance blossoms from behind the mammoth stone barrier, a sliver of scarlet beginning to peak its head over it.  

The wall stands tall as ever. The only thing that gives you and your fellow comrades, a much-needed breather from the never-ending turmoil. The only phenomenon that allows you to open your eyes to a new day, just like this one. Only until the next time you are commanded to venture beyond it. 

The dream catcher that gracefully dangles from the window frame, dances with the zephyr; its shadow on the oak floor accompanying it with zeal. You have wondered many times whether the contraption even works, as it seldom does its job of keeping the nightmares away.  

A sleepy groan startles you. 

You let the curtain fall back in place and turn towards the man asleep by your side. A little sting to your heart for having woken him up when you let the light fall on his face. You aren't even sure how long he has been here for. How careful he must have been when he slipped into bed in the dead of the night, heedful not to wake his love up with the slightest movement. And here you are, callous as ever, allowing that pesky ball of fire to break his slumber. 

You whisper a quick apology, snuggling deeper into the sheets as you move closer to him. A smile creeps its way to your lips. How beautiful he looks, more so when he sleeps. Angelic, almost. Getting the rest, he so deserves in the cocoon of your matchbox quarters. If it were up to you, you would single handedly slay all the demons in the world just so that he could rest a little longer.  

You admire his every contour, every scar, every blemish, every pore, and how the light bounces off his skin, how his hair is disheveled after he buried his face in the pillow, how his lashes quiver, irises playing hide and seek from behind the veil; how his lips are slightly ajar, revealing a glimpse of pearly teeth, how he breathes slowly but steadily. 

Your wandering gaze halts abruptly. What is that? 

He holds a frown. You clench your fist, quietly chastising yourself for having held the curtain open for that long. The lines on his forehead are deep, and brows knitted. He has fallen back asleep, but the annoyance stays behind and lurks in his expression. You bring your hand to his face, gently grazing the furrows with the pad of your thumb. He tuts, prompting you to instantly stop what you are doing. 

You behold him a while, hoping the wrinkles will iron themselves out. But the scowl is persistent. And so are you. He is known to be irritable when deprived of sleep, for it is nothing less than a luxury for people like you. You’re always complaining that he never gets enough of it. And now when he is, you are in the mood to play with fire. 

You make the bold move of repeating the act, trying hard to be gentler than the last time. Your feathery touch tickles, making his nose crinkle. You can’t help but mirror him. He looks adorable. You’re obviously going to tease him about it when you steal some moments for yourself later in the day. 

You are confident that you’re in for a scolding this time. Instead, he inhales deeply and stirs; eyes still tightly shut. His arm snakes its way around your waist and he pulls you close. You are taken aback but take no time to wrap yours around his head and press a kiss in between his brows. 

“Is it time already?” his voice is raspy. 

“We’ve got some more,” you kiss his crown. 

Two smiles grow. His, in a sleepy bliss, and yours, in accomplishment. Tranquility drapes him again as he weaves in and out of languor and nestles into your chest. He hums whilst breathing you in deeply, as if you emit a fragrance that could instantly knock him out. And you do exactly that, since it isn't long before soft snores begin to fill the silence again. 

You card your fingers through his silken hair and thank the universe for giving you a few more minutes of serenity with your love. For allowing you to feel him close for a little longer, for permitting his warmth to permeate your skin a little deeper, for letting his embrace envelope you a little tighter. But most importantly, you thank the universe for keeping the thoughts of his responsibilities and the weight of his hardships, a little farther.  

And with that, you let yourself sink into his hold, silently wishing for the sun to slow down in its track, and for the clock to take a break from ticking. This time, you are mindful not to repeat old mistakes as you say in a voice that is a mere breeze, “Sleep tight, my love.” 

Masterlist

#levi ackerman x reader #levi x reader #levi ackerman #erwin x reader #erwin smith #miche zacharius x reader #miche x reader #miche zacharius #jean kirstein x reader #eren yaeger x reader #reiner braun x reader #moblit x reader #attack on titan #aot #aot x reader #aot fluff #shingeki no kyojin #snk #snk x reader #snk fluff

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Chapter Three: There's so much on (y)our mind(s)

Chapter summary: both of them are simping for each other it's annoying, really. Jk. Y/n finally attends one of the flats parties and Mike's asking what's weighing on his head.

wc: 6092

Warnings: Mike and Y/n finally sleep together huheueh

Other characters: the Levi squad appears ~finally ~

Note: thank you to @aizenhours for beta reading chapter 2 and 3 for this, here's to finishing this before April

Masterlist - chapter 4

Ackerman Manor, Shiganshina, Paradis

Sousterre, Paradis

The realisation of Y/n’s stay reaching its third month came to Kenny’s mind once he’d opened his eyes and heard Kuchel’s playlist from the open window of his bedroom. It made sense to him why that thought came hard, he’d been putting off the lunch that Uri and Kuchel suggested since she’d arrived. Her grandmother’s face and her mother’s attitude, that was something he would never imagine. Or be prepared for. Frankly speaking, he doesn’t know if he’d ever be in the mental state face the girl.

Or sit through a lunch when the ghosts of his past were across him.

Family duty is still a duty. That he reminded himself once he’d seen the thick folder hanging on the desk of his office.

 “Kuchel,” he called from the kitchen’s wide open windows, coffee mug up to his face and today’s paper tucked under his arm. She only spared him a glance, testing his patience this — late — morning.

“Kuchel.”

With another huff, she threw the comforter over the line with irritation and bent down to reach for the basket. Her hold on it told him how ready she was to chuck it through the window to land on his face. “What now?”

“Pyxis and Zackly’s waiting for an answer, are they gonna see her or what?”

“Let them keep asking then,” not as annoyed as she expected, Kuchel still threw the basket through the window with a lighter force to it. “Hold on I’m coming in.”

“You could’ve taken this with you!”

“Easier to throw it at you.” She laughed, running in through the door. “Like I said, let them keep asking.”

“She’s an Escarra. The only one with any seriousness in her life, too,” he grumbled into his cup. 

“I’m an Ackerman, you’re an Ackerman. What’s new.” Having a change of heart, Kuchel sat down and spoke in a softer to explain. As if it’d erase a wrinkle from his forehead. “She’s still a kid, let her be that. Do you know what she asked me, Ken? ‘Ms. Kuchel, can you please make me fried rice’, and a college student.”

“I understand letting her adjust here. And to this life.” He sighed. “Unless you’re being more of a mother to her than to your own son.”

Swallowing her anger, Kuchel’s face showed him that he’d gone too far with his words again. “No, Kenny. I’m doing what I promised we’d do. And taking care of her is what I only know.”

“Is the restraining order your idea?”

“No,” her eyes narrowed over the rim of her glass, “she hates her extended family. Saw the opportunity to cut them off forever, and took it.”

He sighed a low “Sorry.” Before turning to his newspaper, “How about January?”

“You lost me, what? January?”

“I talk to her in the morning, introduce the other families to her in the afternoon. January of next year before her classes start.”

“Mhm, she’s in class now,” she looked at the clock to confirm her guess, “Wonder how she’s doing. HA! I should visit her! You can come too unless you haven’t . . .”

A look above his second cup silenced Kuchel.

Suffering.

In silence.

That’s what she was doing in class. Face resting on her palm, and never questioned why her brain chose to tune in to their conversation rather than the class presentations.

“I mean listen, listen,” started Eld, he always started the unhinged conversations when Gunther focused his eyes on the game below the desk. “This is actually important, do you have condoms on you?”

“Now?”

“In your wallet.”

“Now, now?”

“Yes,” hope made him sit straight, watching when Gunther hovered over to reach for his wallet.

Only to open it and say, “Nah, I’m a virgin. Go to the free—”

“The banana flavours gave me an allergic reaction.”

In the first two weeks of classes, she was already sure she’d survive sitting behind them, quietly listening to their conversations. Today, when she woke up after a sleepless night and started the day with no effort to ‘behave’ herself, her cheeks hallowed out and a hand went up to her to cover her mouth.

The other hand gripped her pen harder, laughing to herself as their heads slowly turned to her. Both of them with agony written on their faces.

“Urusai, you two are . . .” came a new voice from the same row of seats.

Mouths agape and eyes wide open, they all turned to the front. The girl who offered to post lecture notes in the group chat and was voted to be their representative (when no one else raised their hand) turned to them in her seat. “No way, you understand us, too, Prez?”

“Ok wait, no. This is too much. How do you run out of condoms? No, how much sex do you have.”

Gunther shrugged, adding, “The amount he’s talking about is making it seem non-existent.”

“That’s not normal?” Asked (Y/n), bringing their attention to her. “You’re a sex addict?”

“No, that’s why it’s concerning.”

“Ahh,” Eld sat up in hopes that they’d stop talking about his sex life, “So uhh, we understand each other? Japan-raised, too?”

. . .

It was the first time that she walked out of the arts building without her gaze set straight or sometimes, searching for Mike in the practice fields as she avoided the rush of people. She was content with walking to the side, listening as they each explained why— of all people on the campus— they could speak Japanese.

“Eh, same old story.” Gunther began. Only asking, “You guys don’t know?” when their silence meant they anticipated an explanation beyond that.

“We just met . . . this is the ice breaker, ice breaker-ing.”

“Right, uhh. So, listen. There’s this place at the ocean sides of Paradis where most Japanese vendors would take off. That’s the history behind that, and then the world wars happened, and Japanese families fled to those rivers and acted like merchants. I’m fourth-generation Japanese” two finger guns thrown at them to emphasise, ”and I can cut your hair if you want.”

“Ha?” Turned Eld,  slowing down in his steps. “You weren’t joking when you said that was your fun fact? ‘I’m Gunther and I can cut hair.’ ”

“Woah, you really can change your voice,” gasped (Y/n), eyes wide in amusement. Biting back, ‘Can you do a hentai voice?’ No, they just met. That’s too of a wild version of her.

Gunther only shrugged, wearing a prideful smile. “That’s how my great-grandmother put food on the table when we started zero.” Turning to Petra, “What about you?”

“Embassy workers, they made me go to a public school so I can adapt to the language.”

“Eh, wish they did that to me,” said Eld, swinging his backpack’s strap over his shoulder. “Mine were in media, put me in the international school across the company and hired a tutor for Japanese. Double school.”

“Oh,” she nodded, then looked past them to see that Mike’s back was turned to her. “I went to an international school, too. Well, Indian-international.”

“You still know Japanese.”

“When you’re parents are gone for the entire day you learn it from your surroundings. I was an outside kid. I was playing chess with my sensei. And then they just adopted me in the community.” Outside home and always inside the archery dojo until Sensei took to himself to drop her home with Masaki was what she wanted to say. But instead, she only suggested, “we should sit together from now on.”

“And talk in English,” added Petra with a finger pointed at Eld, “you sound like a Tokyo boy. No offense,” moving to Mitabe, “you have a different dialect,” then pointed to herself, “I can’t talk normally for too long.”

“You’re already rusty?”

“Nah, nah, Gyaru-pet(ra) might take over when I’m too into it, jyan.”

Two weeks later, October -

Quiet. 

That’s how Eld would describe the two who sat by his side, (Y/n) scribbling to his left and Petra’s manicured nails tapping on her screen. Which he learnt was Twitter discourse later on. The quiet president of their batch was violent on a Twitter space, the perfect recipe for an online controversy one day.

Both of them shared the same aura of calmness. Their faces were far opposites from sharing any similarities. It was Gunther who nailed the perfect description for it. ‘Serene’s for Petra’ and ‘(Y/n) is melancholy’. 

‘Both shouldn’t be crying, it’d break your heart.’

For a while, Eld agreed. Surely the two of them would have a coming age of moment sometime in the four-year course of their college lives.

And every day when he walked into class and took his seat in between the two of them, they grew comfortable with each other. Every word that came out of their mouths crossed a letter off of Gunther’s description.

“Someone already caused you so much pain. Might as well get back at their times two— Twice the pain. Destroy him little by little, get me?” Petra furiously nodded her head in agreement, carried away by (Y/n)’s reasoning again. 

“Who hurt you?” A question that was ignored when (Y/n) brought her thumb and pointer finger together to form a triangle against her face, highlighting the area between her nose and eyebrows. 

“This area will hurt the most. Like one time, wait we’re talking about your confessions, ne?”

Eld’s troubled mind was roped in, deciding that there was no use trying to make sense of the first page he listened to, “One time a football player only wanted to ask me out just so he could say he dated a Gaijin. And it was rare to see two G’s in one. Gyaru and Gaijin. How low. If we were raised in the same prefecture, I just know I’d tell you to wait for him at the vending machines.”

Great one resorted to violence, and the other enabled it. Annoying how no one would buy his story when he showed them their pictures. What was it that the adults always said?

“Tell me who your friends are, and I’ll tell you who you are.”

“Eld’s talking to the wind again, ne.” Pointed (Y/n) out, pursing her lips together to, “woooo, I’m the wind god answering your call.”

“He’s like that in the dorms, too, heard his grocery list last night.” 

“Uh-huh.” She kicked at nothing, trying to make the cats around their spot look her way. “Make sure you have a shaver for . . . sexy escapades.”

“Or a year’s supply of condoms for sexy escapades.”

Gunther deemed the topic interesting enough for him to put his switch down and spoke, “But, really,” with a finger pointed at Eld, “I think what kind of anime talks about the person better.”

Shrugging, he turned to Petra first. “What do you li—”

“Hentai, ehe,” was the peace sign she threw an effort to distract him from the confession. No, she’s not one to confess. She just talks into the air and hopes to traumatise whoever listened.

“EH? You watch it? I just read doujins and manga—like the explicit ones, too! All online, I can’t have it physically yet,” cut (Y/n) off. “I do watch, like, anime-anime, like shoujo. Shounen. Anything, really.”

“Really, now.” He raised an eyebrow. ”What’s your favourite?”

A deadpan expression on her face and in unison with Gunther’s voice, “Your mom.”

Their heads were thrown back, laughing at the sync of their minds while Petra patted 

Eld’s back. “I think it’s too early on to be sharing a single brain cell, here we are though.” Noticing the hesitating figure of a familiar face looking at (Y/n) from afar they poked at her side.

Contorting her torso to face them, “He’s looking at you. One of the varsity players.”

Unmoving her eyebrows rose up in excitement, “Oh! That’s Mike! . . .Zacharias? Mike Zacharias?” She said not needing to see who it was as her fingers curled against the wooden table for her to abruptly sit up straight and grab her bag from its place. “Please excuse me.”

“MIKE!” She called for him, nearly running into other students.

“Hey,” he huffed up, holding so many questions in his mind when their gap closed. The smile that he hoped to see on such a solemn face was there, could be the people she finally met. “What’s up?”

Her hand guided his hand to grab the plastic container of food. “I made too much last night and I figured, why not? Just . . . this is my container, not yours. Wait,” bowing her head in search of the other container, giving him time to look at the table where she sat at.

They were . . . interesting. And he could only hope that they weren’t as invasive as his only group of friends.

“Now, this is yours— really yours.” She grinned giving him the lunch box of sandwiches and snacks in the other compartment. “You don’t have to give me the container back or anything.”

“Thank you!” Nodding his eyes kept her from leaving the conversation, even though she was turning to the side.

“Uh, you have practice, right? We can just text or . . .”

“Kinda miss having you by my side, just existing.” Before his mind could process the semi-confession, he moved them to the side and leaned onto the barbed wire of the fields. “There’s a party and if you by a miracle don’t injure yourself again—”

“Oh, great! I’ll definitely go this time. I’ll see you there, right?”

“Shoot me a text, I can wait for you outside.”

(Slightly) Jumping in her spot was something he never expected nor imagined, “Yes please, I’d be so lost.” 

“MIKE YOU CAN TALK TO HER WHEN YOU INVITE HER—” a whistle, and something his teammates said that had them laughing.

Her body turned to the side, and she waved. “Practice well I guess, and I’ll see you Saturday,”

“Right, right. You too.”

“What’s so great about college parties? Besides the alcohol and stuff. Is it a big deal or—?” Was her first question when she returned to their table, debating on throwing her bag on Eld’s chest, who laid comfortably over his and Gunther’s combined jackets.

No, he’s suffered just enough today.

“It’s the alcohol and stuff, but frats. Cool kids of any university. Sororities, too.”

Joining them at their feet, “That’s all?”

“I’ve been to a few in the first month, it’s not that much,” Petra began, “You go be with Mike. That was him, right? Then while you’re seeing all these people with the music here and there, just observe. And then compare it to when it's Halloween in Japan.”

“Specifically Halloween?”

“Alright, too much. Just after-school club activities. Ah, mine was going to claw machines, I miss those.”

“I went to an international school.”

“Then compare it to something wild there.”

“Uhm, hmm? Can’t think of any wow,” throwing one last glance at Mike whose attention was on warm-ups added another mental image of him in her mind. “Well, guess I’m going huh.”

Pi Kappa Alpha  Paradis Chapter

Navigating around the chapter and trying to look straight ahead in the sea of sweaty party-goers somehow brought in a weird feeling of home. Home being Japan in general. And this party was a replay of the many concerts she and Fumiko went to during summer fests to watch their vkei bands. It was funny how the vow she made of going to crowded places was broken in the first semester of her first year.

Still though.

She’s not and will never attend another party like this. Even if it was one that was hosted in Pardis, parties were a reminder of her friends. Friends were home. Unfortunately, she was painfully— almost medically homesick.

And she didn’t want to embarrass herself by crying somewhere in the corner because of it.

A cold liquid being flung near where she was hit the back of her shirt followed by a panicked “sorry,” from a sorority girl, eyes wide with guilt. The target was by (Y/n)’s right. Assuming what the situation was like, her eyes searched the kitchen in front of her.

There he was, hand wrapped around a cup that swished with whatever alcohol was in it.  Or poured into. “Mike!” Arms crossed and turned to the other pledges he towered over.

Turning to reveal the panicked expression on her face, he nodded over his shoulder to them. “(Y/n)!” Said Mike in the tone she called his name out in, inspecting if anything had happened to her. “You okay? Anything? Shit, sorry for losing you in the crowd, I was starting to worry about you.” 

“I’m alright,” she said with hands waving as if that would calm him down. Hovering her hand over the row of water bottles, her eyes held a look of question. Opened one after he picked one from the boxes under the table— just to be sure. “I just wanted to say bye before going home.”

“Already?” Then he remembered what she’d said when he invited her before. “Was it too much for you? It is for me, so I just escape outside.” He tried, briefly turning to one of the open doors.

“Ahh, no.” Leaning her back against the wall, she watched the crowd she pushed through enjoy themselves, cringing when she saw a few share drunken kisses. There was a brief debate about whether she should tell him how different it was back home. Again though, she assumed that she was tired of Mike hearing all about Japan and settled to saying, “Station closes at eleven, so that’s that. See you on Tuesday?”

Waving his hand, she stood up to pat her pockets to make sure she had everything with her.“ Wait,” he mumbled. Phone. Check. Wallet with one hundred. Check. Her train pass was missing.

Mike jumped in his place as he looked up and saw the grimaced expression on her face.“Okay, at least let me walk you there.”

“Thank you,” discarding the bottle on her way out, the night’s breeze finally cooled the layer of sweat that was on her neck despite the air conditioning inside. “I need another train pass. Lost it while I was in there.”

“You the type to have emotional attachments to little things or what?”

Angling her neck to meet his face, she realised how red his face was with the glow of the streetlamps on the side of his face. “What if the train pass was actually huge, but you’re just super tall.”

In his flat tone, “Ha Ha Ha, that’s so funny. You are such a creative genius, (Y/n).”

“Thank you, thank you. It’s difficult being me.”

. . .

Just as she accepted her fate of walking home, hope made itself known when an empty train rattled the tracks. “But that just went.” She reasoned with the ticket lady who’d been throwing an attitude before she could even begin the question.

“If you’re adventurous, try brisk walking to the next station it’s going to, dear,” the smile (Y/n) wore out of politeness had never faltered so quickly, brows furrowing at the woman. Was that a joke? Or a disguised weight loss advice, which, truthfully was suited to come from someone at that age.

The hands that rested on the counter turned to fists that kept her patience in check, still the lady on. “Trains stop at ten-thirty on weekends. Keep that in mind next time,” she bared her teeth, showing the red lipstick stains in a poor attempt at a smile.

Fists falling to the side, (Y/n)’s “Thank you,” said through gritted teeth was barely heard. ‘Bitch.’ was mouthed as she turned to walk back to Mike who insisted on waiting before she boarded a train.

“What’s up?” He asked following her down the steps, one hand out of his pocket to catch her by her wrist if she tripped on the narrow steps. How she did this twice every day was a mystery to him.

“Late.” Unsure. She looked around. Thinking of a solution to this. 

“If you want,” Miche slowed down his steps when he caught up to her, “you can sleep on my bed.”

Deep down she already wanted to squeal a thank you, latch on his torso and squeeze him. The careful side of her, however, made her eyes the size of a dipping sauce bowl and turn to give him a look that would make Mike say those words again.

No. Not again. He didn’t want his words to be the death of him. He’s already made a fool of himself the first time she saw the chapter.  His eyes matched hers in size as he slowly explained in a rising tone, “Not in that way, I’d drive you home but I’m already under the influence. Sleeping at the chapter could be your last resort? If you want to? Like, I’ll sleep on the floor you can take my bed! All of it.”

She stared at him longer. Relishing his panicked expression and how the tips of his ears turned red before sighing. “I’m hungry, I’ll think about my options after I have something.”

“Yeah,”

“Didn’t you eat anything before?”

“Nah, first-years help out in setting up the place. . .” he opened his hand, putting a finger down as he recalled what they were told to do. ”Letting people in. Checking if they’re actually invited. Nightclub duties kind of thing. Takes the whole night actually, not to mention-”

“Mike!” Behind them another empty train passed, reminding her of the dilemma she was in. “Let’s go eat.”

“I smell like shit, resto’s gonna kick us out.” And also that issue.

Reaching behind her to pull on the back of her shirt, she showed him the alcohol stain that landed on her. “Yeah, same. I was caught in a crossfire.” Put both her hands on his back with a ‘tack!’ to it and began pushing him in a direction she didn’t know,  “But I’m hungry as fuck— let’s go.”

“I’ll pay you back.” He mumbled.

“Don’t need to,” then stopped to walk beside him, “let’s stop at a pharmacy when we find one, ‘kay? Need sleepover stuff.”

“Sure.” For once, Mike was glad that he wasn’t spending a night at the chapter tolerating a party. And was instead stuck with her. Discovering how higher her energy levels are at night. He giggled with an exaggeration to it, bumping his hips to her torso, “Your first college sleepover, what are we gonna do?”

When she looked at him with mischief that matched his Mike was sure that the high of living on his own began to wear off. He was becoming his old self again who liked being with only one person— how strange, really.

“We’re gonna braid each other’s hair and talk about boys, and then do each other’s makeup.”

“Cool, cool, cool. Always wanted to feel pretty.” 

Ichido Ramen Shop

There was a swirl of too many emotions at once that simultaneously tried to hug the image of a bowl in Mike’s head. On the table was a bowl of noodles swimming in golden broth with vegetables— fresh and chopped that decorated around it. It was something that came to life from pictures of instant packaging.

This was ramen. Looking up in question, he was met with (Y/n) staring at him. She said, “The green square is seaweed called Nori. I’ll eat it if you don’t want it.” in a tone that sounded more like she demanded it. “First time?”

The bowl of a new dish was ignored for the sight he couldn’t remove himself from. (Y/n) emptying most of the chilli powder’s contents into her bowl. Concern made his eyebrows furrow together, “Can you eat that?” His answer was her shaking more of the chilli into her bowl until its surface was covered, even the noodles weren’t visible. “(Y/n). Dude. That’s like, next-level spice. Are you okay?”

“No, it’s not.” Handed him a fork from the tissue box in between that doubled as a utensil holder ”Eat before it gets cold.”

He wanted to tell her so many things. Things brought by the red-black bowl of steaming greatness. Ask her the stories that came with the bowls of ramen she’s had in Japan. “Where do I start?” And, if he was the first person in Paradis who she had a bowl with.

Not that he’d expect to be the first one, but it’d surely make his heart flutter if that was the answer. “We can start with a picture. Hold the bowl and I’ll take a picture for you.” She said after swallowing more than what she could take. Reaching for her phone, a waitress that had been watching them began to walk towards their table. “This your first?”

“We can take a picture for you, miss. Both of you?” Said the girl whose beaming smile narrowed her eyes to slits.

“Ah!” Jumping in her seat, (Y/n)’s eyes widened, the phone being held in both her hands. “Nihonjin desu ka? (Are you Japanese?)”

And then a transformation from a reserved (Y/n) to being more lively. Her eyes wide with delight and a smile stretching across her face was an image that made Mike’s mind stop functioning. To have it burned in his brain was its want, not caring that the noodles he had swirled around began to slip off his fork and fall back into the broth, creating mini splashes that hit his hand.

“Hold your bowls up and try to sit together!” She said, stepping back.

. . .

“Wow,” he said, swinging the plastic bag of her impromptu shopping spree at the pharmacy. “You should speak Japanese more, you sound so . . . it sounds crisp, yea. That’s the word.”

“Thank you,” her face scrunching up at the sight of the chapter still coloured with lights and the faint sound of music was noticed by Mike, before it turned into a puzzled one. “I’m in Paradis! Why would I talk in Japanese? The fuck?!”

A shared look as the beginning of hearty laughs sat above their lungs, Mike throwing his head back and a hand on his chest when (Y/n) snickered. Their laughs turned to cackles when he nearly tripped on his own. “Oh wow, I love being ‘round you, makes me feel so light.”

“No,” she nodded, feeling the ache in her cheeks, “It’s me who should say that. I actually feel like my high school self. No, high school was hell. I just feel very me. Very (Y/n) around you.”

“You too?! I was realising it from, like, way back!” Slowly, Mike walked backwards. Hands behind his head, not wanting to break the eye contact between them. “Won’t your boyfriend be mad?”

“Huh?”

“Won’t your partner,” Ah. Yes, that’s what their teachers always taught them. He was proud of himself for noticing it before it was pointed out. “Won’t your partner be mad?”

“Never had one.”

“Like never ever never?”

“Yeah,” she chose her next words carefully, “funny thing was when I went in the pharmacy they pointed at the family planning section. They probably thought you and I were a thing.” Though that didn’t make him giggle.

“You never had a boyfriend? Ne.Ver?”

“Never. Ever.” The change in his face only pushed her to ask, “Is there an age quota for that?”

“No, I mean like, to each their own.” Teasing her he bent to her level, bangs covering his eyes. ”Wow, but why?”

Knowing what direction she’d push him in, Mike moved to the side. “Why like . . . never had a boyfriend.”

“Exactly!” Pulling her to her side, closer to him to serve as his armrest. “You’re pretty—”

To serve as his armrest or to hide the blush reaching down his neck when he confessed it.

“Me? Pretty? That’s new. Wow. Thank you, Mike.” That was another door to her personality that he unknowingly unlocked.

“Never got called that?”

“It was always cute, rabbit, kitty. Not Pretty.”

“Rabbit, I don’t get it. You look more like those tired cats in morning cartoons. Like you don’t care if the world is . . .” switching from using the crown of her head as an armrest, his hand came down to ruffle it. “But wow. You have the looks? Really?”

”It was only crushes, most of them were on seniors who left that year. Never did anything relationship-y. Was scared it’d pull me even lower.”

“You did tell me that part you’re—” the expression on her face when she looked up made him slow down to properly choose his words. In a careful tone he continued, “— the next to graduate on both sides of your family, so all of them are watching me and then you under so much academic pressure in high school.”

“Oh, the school played a role in it, too, don’t worry.” Stretching her arms, the chapter right in front of them and the smell of sweaty bodies mixed with combinations of alcohol made her nose scrunch more. “Can we walk around more?”

Only a heavy hand, gently landed on her head to turn her around. “Let’s go.”

 . . .

“You take the extra pillow, I’ll roll one of my blankets to put in between us.” He suggested from where he stood. Back against the cabinets, fully convinced that he’d comically trip and land somewhere inappropriate. “You comfortable there?”

She was unmoving above his bed. Hands folded above her tummy, eyes fighting the urge to sleep. “Yes,” moved to make room for him, ”and thank you.” 

(Y/n) was nothing more than a friend. A pretty one that was yet to realise that, unaware of the world. Even the red look on his face as he dragged his foot one after the other. Dropping the rolled blankets between them, her face turned to him with a look that made him still in place. “You aren’t gonna sleep yet or . . .?”

Awkwardly bent down to the bed’s level and hands on the mattress, his mind was quick to remind him that his face would plant over his if he dared trip. Or take another step. He prayed. One that would make the god it’d find question if it was really a genuine one. He prayed that he wouldn’t be so stupid and lang to her face, stealing her first kiss. “I am,” he answered with a slight tremble, “Gotta change though.”

Cool, cool. That’s right. He can do that.

Turning his back to grab his change of clothes. “Is it weird to say that I feel safe with you?” 

Opened his cabinet’s doors even though she couldn’t see him— or how his face was completely consumed by red. “Mhm, honoured even.” 

“What if you wake up and I’m crushing you?” She asked in the most serious tone he’s ever heard from her.

“Then I’ll roll another blanket to put between us.” 

“Is it another Jurassic park blanket?”

“No,” slowly he sat at his side, back turned to her. “It’s space-themed.”

“Thanks for letting me stay the night.” She sighed into the pillow surrounding her head. “Night, Mike.”

“Ye-yeah,” between the first night of moving in and this, he was already sure that it was this night that’d give him dark bags.

Only the street light outside illuminated his room through the cracks of his window and a concerned Mike who wondered if she usually slept still or if she was— “Still awake?” 

A muffled, “Yea,” over the sweatshirt’s sleeve that she put over her mouth. 

“It’s the party,” he sighed, feeling a surge of guilt for putting her in a situation like this.

“I’m surprised you can sleep through these, or this many people under one roof.”

“You know, give me fifteen minutes and I’ll be awake from my own snores.”

“Really?”

“Yup.” He let himself rest his back, pushing the rolled blankets towards her. The relief brought out another yawn from him. “You know what’s hard to believe? That you don’t have a boyfriend at all. Never.”

“Again?” She giggled. “Never. Don’t plan on having one until I graduate.”

“Yea, yea. I’m sure once you go to the library you go out having one.”

“I wanna study there.”

“So you can find a boyfriend? See, knew it.”

“Aha ha, no. I don’t have anyone to study with there.”

“Should’ve told me sooner,” he said. “I study there almost every day, actually.”

“Pfft—”

“Really, it’s too loud here on some days. So, yeah. Library’s the way.”

“I see.”

“You can join me there . . .” he quickly followed with, “If you want to.”

“Yes, yes and you can be my boyfriend connoisseur.”

“Deal!”

College of Arts, Pardis University

For Eld who was used to the Tokyo commute— even considering himself a survivor of it after he moved abroad, the frat party that weekend took so much from him. He denied it for the entire day and only admitted to it when he slept through today’s last alarm.

“Hey!” Mike who became a familiar face dared greet him through his helmet, waving his arm up high.

Both of them grumbled a “Morning,” all that he and Gunther could do was nod. Continuing their way to class.

Like them, Petra was quiet too. Her head cast downwards at her desk and eyes wide open in an attempt to keep herself awake. “Hey,” said the two taking their seats in front of her.

“Did anyone eat breakfast?” And then her. “I wanna get breakfast, let’s go.?What time does class start?”

Petra’s head which was weighed down by regret for leaving (Y/n) behind in the kitchen, shot up. Nearly yelling, “Where did you go?”

“Oh yeah, you disappeared somewhere. I was at the staircase almost asleep.” Eld dared brag with Gunther holding up his phone, ready to show him pictures.

“He actually fell asleep on their staircase.”

Swatting a hand at them to shut up, Petra pushed again. “I was worried you were uncomfortable. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s alright. Mike and I—” pausing once she saw their tired faces turn to scandalous looks“— ate ramen”

“And then I had the best sleep of my life.” 

“DUDE!”

“You need to tell us—”

“How did it lead up to being the best sleep of your life, hmm?”

. . .

They could count the days of how long they’ve been friends, instead, they only sat at their spot outside the arts building. There was nothing special about a table identical to all the other ones around it, but throwing their bags in and sitting at a specific angle, it’s an amazing view of the lacrosse team.

Lean in a little bit closer and you’d hear the senior students yelling profanities at the new students. Even questioning their skills.

“So you slept next to him,” Petar confirmed again. “Next. Not with?”

“Yeah. Next to him.” Emphasized (Y/n). “Please, it’s not that big of a deal, really.”

“Frats are drama cesspools,” threw Gunther. “Dunno, that’s what my older sister told me. That’s why I never joined.”

Eld who was already busy with next week’s assignment set his technical pens down, stretching his hands. “Yeah, my dad was a frat bro. The way he pushed me into almost joining his old fraternity seemed off.”

“Oh,” Nodded (Y/n), asking herself if she was about to regret that decision. “Does it help if I say that I see him as . . . average-looking?”

“Jesus Christ,” breathed Petra. “Poor thing you really need your glasses. He’s got that— that look. It’s just there.”

“Which one? Dude only looks between angry and excited.”

“You know,” Eld said, picking up his pen again. “This feels so much like a shounen manga.”

“The time I woke up in a frat house and found the blond demigod attractive.”

A slap to the poor table, “HAH! You called him a demigod, he is attractive to you.”

“Dewa nai.”

“You say that now, but deep down in your heart there’s something there.” Petra teased, high-fiving Eld as they wheezed together, heads nearly meeting their folded legs. 

“Knock knock it’s me the one who loves you,” laughing progressed to slapping each other’s shoulders in amusement. (Y/n) only sighed as she fought the voice that told her to look past their heads and see what Mike was doing.

They were late. 

While they assumed that she’d like him after a few more parties spent together and laughing together over the shoujo-esque confessions she’d make . . .

(Y/n) already knew that she liked Mike.

And she accepted that she liked him.

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[killerbananas]

Bless You

You get playful on Miche's knot.

🔞 mdni | masterlist | 238 wc | afab!reader x wolf!Miche

Warnings: smut; monsterfucking, knotting, vaginal sex, creampie, knot fucking, rough sex, Dom/sub tones, brat taming, objectification, degradation/humiliation, ??lmk

AN: Got a little hungry for some good old knotting babes. Enjoy.

"Stay still, silly. You're going to set me off again if you keep squirming."

"Is that a," Your cunt ripples with a squeezing tension around the throbbing intrusion nestled inside you, plush hug promoting your demise, "promise, Mr. Big Bad Wolf?"

The warning growl barely bats at your consciousness. He's distracted by your fake sneeze and own subsequent answering groan when he pulls you back to his chest and shoves his thickness mercilessly deeper, fat knot barely able to nudge further through the desperately stretching cushioned hearth of your soaked pussy.

"You're pushing your luck."

The way he presses your face into the bed, ass up flush to his hips as he mounts you, only encourages your arousal to drip from around his locking loveknot and coat you both as gravity consumes it.

"You could have just asked for another round like a polite thing, but you chose to be a brat instead. Can't have that now. Can we?"

"You're so mean to me."

He gives in, creating an uncomfortable amount of budding, tugging friction that builds until his knot gives way enough for him to fuck you into the floor and start the process all over again.

"Wouldn't have to be if you learned how to speak to me properly. If you want to get treated like a bitch in heat, I'll treat you, spoiled princess. Let's fuck that pout right off your cute little cockdumb face."

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[ghoulsister1]

🎃SpookTober 31 Days Prompts🎃:

Day 10: Forest🏕

Miche Zacharias x GN!Reader. Camping trip gone astray. Miche is Norwegian. Some angst. Hurt/Comfort. Don't worry, it gets fluffy. Dark forest. Camping. Things go bump in the night. SpookTober Prompt: Forest🏕

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☆●~A Night In The Woods~●☆

You were reluctant about going out camping in the forest at night but your boyfriend Miche wanted you to see it wasn't so bad. When things start going from bad to scary, you are now regretting going out camping tonight!

You were reluctant from the beginning to go out camping, in the large dark creepy looking forest, at night. Okay, so yeah you watched lots of movies where people are always getting killed in the forest either by animals or people. And yes you played video games, scary video games that took place in dark scary forests. But still, as much as you loved nature it didn't mean you were willing to sleep in it unless it was a house, with a lock and a hotline to emergency services.

But your boyfriend, whom you loved so dearly was itching to go camping and show you how fun it could be. You tried to steer away from the conversation but Miche wasn't easily persuaded.

"Babe, you'll be with me. Nothing is gonna get you unless they wanna tangle with me" Reasoned Miche. He did have a point. Miche was very tall and built, not a lot of guys would dare mess with him. So it was a comforting notion that you were camping with Miche but you still felt a little nervous.

"I promise you, nothing will hurt you" Reassured Miche. You eventually agreed to go camping with him one October day. Packed up with essentials, you both headed out to find a good spot. You drove to a forest area and parked the car just outside the entrance. You both walked into the forest, scouting for a good spot.

The further you walked, the more dark the forest got, the tall trees blocking out any sunlight. You shivered.

"Here should be good" Said Miche as he picked the spot to set up camp. You nodded and the two of you went to work.

"Miche?" You Asked.

"Yeah?" Replied Miche as he set up the tent.

"I saw a sign back there about local animals. Are there bears in these parts?" You Asked nervously.

"Bears? No. We might spot some deer, maybe a wolf or two...." Miche Began.

"A wolf?!" You Cried, fearfully looking around.

"Relax Y/N. Just light up a fire and they won't come near. Besides we might not even spot a wolf" Reassured Miche.

"Okay" You Sighed nervously. Miche looked up and saw how shook up you were. Without a word, Miche stood up and walked over to you. He lifted up your chin to him and he smiled at you.

"Don't worry kjære, I promise I won't let anything harm you" Vowed Miche. Calling you "sweetheart" is his native Norwegian tongue made you feel warm inside and you smiled at him.

"I know you'll protect me, my big strong bear" You Smiled, making Miche chuckle.

"If things do get too much, we will return home. I promise you" Reassured Miche and you nodded.

"Okay sweetie" You Agreed and you both shared a sweet kiss before returning to set up your camp.

By midday, the camp was set up. You sat in the folding chair, smiling.

"Maybe this will turn out to be more fun than I expected" You Remarked happily. Miche grinned at you as he gathered up some sticks for the fire.

"Good thing I packed some food" Miche Remarked as he gathered up the sticks.

Maybe it won't be so bad after all.

But once the sun went down, the forest just got creepy. An eerie wind blew through the trees softly, creating a creepy whistling of sort. Critters chirped and called as they scampered through the undergrowth unseen, the deep hooting of an owl in the tree echoed throughout as you lay next to Miche in the sleeping bag in the large tent.

You trembled but tried to ignore it all and get some sleep. You were so spooked, you didn't turn off the lantern.

"Hey babe, you still awake?" Asked Miche, surprised.

"Oh? Oh yeah! Just you know, listening to the beautiful sounds of nature!" You Lied, smiling. As if on cue, the screech of an owl accompanied by the screams of a fox calling out to it's kind resounded through the forest as a chill ran through you.

"God why is it once nightfall hits that the cute fluffy animals in the day turn into demons?" You Thought shivering. Miche listened to the various screeching and calling with a doubtful look.

"Not to be critic but I wouldn't call those sounds exactly, beautiful" Grimaced Miche before smiling sheepishly as a fox in the far distance screamed louder. If you didn't it was a fox, you'd think a person was getting murdered from the sounds of it!

"Let's head to bed" Said Miche as he reached over and turned off the lantern, plunging the tent in darkness.

"Holy mother of fuck this is terrifying!" You Thought with panic. You layed dead still and silent as the night time orchestra outside continued their night terror music.

To make things worse, a pack of coyotes in the distance began howling and screaming, making your heart race at their ungodly sounds.

"Coyotes" Remarked Miche, eyes closed but still awake.

"Uh huh" You Nodded nervously.

"Demons was my first guest, but okay" You Thought with a chill.

"Miche I love you, but as soon as I hear one growl of a bear or pack of wolves coming this way we are leaving" You Declared shivering.

Miche chuckled at that.

"Alright" Chuckled Miche.

Suddenly, there was the snapping of twigs echoing throughout the forest. You freezed, listening for more sounds. Maybe it was an animal?

*Snap!* *crack!*

The noise came again, a little closer but still far from where you and Miche were.

"Maybe it's a deer or a badger?" You Thought.

*Snap!* *Snap!* *Crack!* *CRACK!*

That last one sounded like it was getting closer. Much closer. Your heart began to race as the sound got closer and closer.

"Miche? Miche! MICHE!" You Hissed nudging him.

"Wha...what?" Asked Miche sleepily.

"Were you asleep?!" You Whisper Shouted.

"I was" Replied Miche looking at you tiredly.

"How can you sleep when this is going on?!" You Whispered.

"What's going on?" Asked Miche confused.

Then, that's when he heard it.

*Crack!* *Snap!* *SNAP!*

Miche's face dropped.

"What the fuck is that?!" You Whispered.

"I don't know but" Miche Trailed off and sniffed the air. You waited anxiously, silently praying that it was a random animal. You'd take a bear even! Anything but........a human.

"It's far away but moving towards us still" Miche Remarked as he sniffed the air again.

"It's a person" Miche Concluded.

"Fuck this!" You Said and with that, you and Miche started packing up and heading towards the car. As Miche started looking for his keys, the footsteps were approaching and heading towards where you both were by the car.

Without thinking you grabbed the sharp tent stake and held it threateningly, shouting into the dark entrance of the forest.

"Come on you fucker! Try it!" You Shouted.

Out of the darkness jumped a doe, startling both you and Miche. The doe stood there, looking at you both as if it was saying "Dude WTF?". You and Miche looked at each, then at the doe standing there silently judging you both and you laughed. The doe titled it's head at you both and just walked off, probably thinking "Those humans are so weird!".

You and Miche laughed hard. Of all things that could possibly get you both so spooked, you both got worried over a doe.

"Oh god I feel so silly now!" You Laughed.

"I honestly thought we were gonna find ourselves in some trouble!" Laughed Miche.

"Hey, you wanna set up camp again?" You Asked seeing as it was only an animal that was roaming around.

Miche looked back at the woods and shook his head with a chuckle.

"Nah, let's head home babe. I could go for a beer" Miche Remarked and you both chuckled in agreement as you got it the car and drove off, back to the safety of home.

It was a good thing you didn't go back to set up camp again. And it was really good of you to not look back as you drove off, otherwise you'd see that figure dressed in black standing at the entrance to the woods. It was a good idea you both decided to drive home that night.

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[wing-ed-thing]

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.”

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“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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[m-jelly]

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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[moonyy-writes]

Morning Cuddles

a/n: here's a little miche fluff for you all :)

“Mike, come on. I’ve got to go to work.” “Five more minutes,” Mike mumbled. “You said that five minutes ago, now let go.” You insisted. Mike had woken up wanting cuddles and now that you had given them to him, he was refusing to let go. “Just call in sick, you’re always working.” “I can’t do that to them, we’re already understaffed.” Though you wished you could take the day off. “Pleaseee, today’s my day off and I’m gonna be lonelyyy.” You pushed yourself out of Mike’s arms. “You’re such a baby, I’m working a shorter shift so I’ll be back soon.” “But that’s still too long.” Mike insisted, sitting up in bed. You shrugged. “You can stop by if you want.” You began getting dressed, putting on your work clothes and makeup. Meanwhile Mike was still laying in bed watching you. “But babe-“ Your phone started ringing from your nightstand. Mike grabbed it before you could. “Hey it’s your boss.” You gave him a confused look and took it. “Hey, it’s y/n.” “Hey don’t worry about coming in, we had to close cause too many people called out and nobody could cover their shifts.” “Oh! Well, I hope everything is okay.” You hung up with a small smile. “Guess your wish came true.”

taglist: @chaotic-nick

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[mazuwii]

Wattpad post

Summary: how they’d help you win an upcoming competition

Characters: Levi, Eren, Erwin, Miche

Levi:

•Levi is casually reading a newspaper during breakfast when you sprint downstairs and interrupt his peace by squealing about some crap he couldn't properly decipher. It takes you another go for him to finally understand.

•Now, he isn't exactly competitive, but he will push you to at least the top three.

Levi doesn't yell, he doesn't push you to exhaustion, it's very healthy actually- surprisingly...

•For the month before the competition, he eats healthily with you so that you aren't tempted into bingeing on junk. But say if he caught you munching on some candy, he'd pretend to not see it. It's as if he's saving you from his own wrath.

•Like deadass YOU bring it up, 'Sorry...' you mumble, however, the short man only scoffs and continues filling out some papers. "It's a piece of candy, Y/n, did you expect me to execute you for it?"

•Hug him.

•Seriously though he's so confused and mildly disgusted when you embrace and rub your face against his cheek just for that one statement.

•Flash forward to the day of the competition, he was early as fuck- Levi is a soccer mum btw- man's was arguing with the coach and everything. Talking about 'I know more about winning than you do.'

•The coach just gives up and lets Levi coach you before the event. He squeezes your shoulder after his silent monotone speech, nodding at you. You nod back, suppressing a happy cry as you watch him sit at a higher but more clear seat. He can see you running and you can see him awkwardly pump his fist.

•From there, he nods again- I'm dying thinking about how cute he must look- like a lil serious cat. How could you not win this after remembering just how determined Levi was?! How much faith he put in you?!

•Anyway, you ended up in fourth. You were in absolute shambles but Levi was smiling. He's very proud you made it just behind third. Hell, he doesn't even see it as "fourth place" all he sees is that you've done everything in your power and that to him, is more important than winning.

•He descends down the bleachers after all is done, along with everyone else. He has a bottle in hand and uses a handkerchief to wipe at the sweat on your forehead.

•"Good job, you did great Y/n."

Although you don't see your victory, he does, so he takes you out to eat afterwards. And your mood changes instantly. Very supportive Levi <\3

Eren:

•Fuckin takes it way too far to the point you regret telling Eren about the competition and asking him for support.

•You feel as though he's being sadistic but he isn't- okay maybe he's enjoying himself- but he's just so competitive and tries to sweeten it by saying wants to brag about you. "I want you to make these other fuckers jealous okay!? So go Y/n! Fucking go!" He cheers on your twenty-fifth push up, twenty-five more to go.

•And don't think he's like Levi, if he catches you within a mile of junk food, he will spawn right in front of you with laser beams shooting out of his eyes. "What are you doing Y/n!? Look, look!" He points at the Salad on the table before snatching the snack out of your hands. "I made you some delicious food and you're here eating this bullshit?!" He grunts, peeling it open and obnoxiously taking a bite.

•No way is that bitch getting away with doing that. So you launch yourself at him and wrestle for the half-eaten bar. "Bastard! At least don't rub it in my face you damned rat!"

•After more hellish days of having cold water thrown into your face to wake you up and having your own boyfriend treat you like a military slave, the day of the competition has arrived. Eren doesn't even ask the coach to watch you prepare while everyone else's supporters take a seat and gather for the performance- it is basically a break-in and entry

•The coach basically leaves you to warm up and arrives back to see a random aggressive german brunette chant bullshit at you, something loud and unclear,

"WHO'S THE WINNER?!"

"I'M THE WINNER!"

"NOW TELL ME AGAIN WHO"-

•He really is just trying to be supportive, but he takes it too far... watch as he gets on the bleachers, his green eyes glued to your body right before the whistle blows- and the second it does, the only voice anyone can make out is Eren's.

•This competition was recorded and when I tell you, he basically raped the microphones. He should be a meme.

•"Y/N MOVE YOUR ASTHMATIC ASS! YOU'RE ALMOST THERE!"

•* Looks at the screen to read the top 3 places so far* "WHO THE FUCK IS OTTO?! Y/N YOU LET A MOTHERFUCKER CALLED OTTO OVERTAKE YOU?!"

•"MOVE MOVE MOVE! COME ON BABE!"

•*You hasten towards the finishing line, ahead of everyone else* "THAT'S MY GIRL!"

•There's nothing holding Eren back from plucking you off the floor and spinning your aching body around, and the second everyone else notices this they all facepalm in fear, he's going to be boasting about this for centuries to come. Hell, Eren Jaegar the fifth will have the duty of passing down the story about how his great great great great- some more greats- grandmother won a race.

Erwin:

-I can't say Erwin is strict but at the same time he isn't exactly a pushover. Obviously it means a lot to you from when you first broke the news about how you NEEDED to win this race because there was a bunch of people who made fun of how you never ended up in any of the top three places.

-While ranting to him, he nodded with a cocked brow. And that's when you know you're fucked.

-That night he's so sweet and reassuring. Giving you a goodnight kiss on the cheek before closing the lamp🥰🥺😍💍.

The next morning however, you are welcomed with a brand new Erwin- or as he made you call him: Mr Smith/Sir. (Who knows maybe he has a sir kink 💀)

-He was dressed in black shorts and a green T-shirt, a whistle necklace around his neck hanging low to his chest. You thought you were dreaming until he whistled again. "Have I not made myself clear?! Up Y/n! Up!"

-His loud voice triggers you to scramble up on your legs, your PJ's dishevelled and as messy as your expression was. "E-Erwin what's going o"-

-He interrupted you with a loud whistle. "It's time for running! Go get dressed! You'll shower afterwards." Due to your slow understanding, he grabs your shoulders and leads you to your closet. "I'll be waiting downstairs, darling." He says sweetly, before switching back up again, "DO NOT TAKE LONG!"

-After he had left, you understood, this was not a dream- or a fever one at that. Not only were you woken up by whistle, it was six in the morning. He was being completely ruthless. But you yourself remembered what you had told him, in a quote specifically. "I need you to make sure that I win, I don't care how you do it. Do. Not. Let. Me. Slack. Off."

-You decided to suck everything up, this is what you wanted after all, and Erwin was willing to help you out like the supporting S/O he always was.

-You keep telling yourself that, even after you arrive home with aching feet, throbbing chest and your muscles in agony. Although he had done the same amount of exercises and sprints along with you, he was as jolly as a white mum with a "live laugh love" sign in her house.

-"Baby you go take a shower. I'll prepare breakfast." He's being so nice now? Helping you to the shower and leaving you a fresh collection of clothes- anyway. You had a nice shower, freshened up.

-When you had gone downstairs, it was like a health-nut colonised your home. Avocado on toast kinda looks like clumpy boogers on seedy bread 😕(don't take this to heart. I love avocados on toast please don't send hate-😭)

-Right now he's a totally different person. That whistle is gone, and he's basically become your mum. "Make sure to finish that smoothie, it helps amazingly with bloating and gas"-

"Erwin!"

"Okay okay. I'll stop."

-This routine of waking up at 6AM, jogging and exercising until 8AM, showering and then having breakfast, doing basic training exercises in between breaks and studying- basic tasks too- went on for another two weeks, a week left till the competition.

-Both Erwin and you were thrilled and confident that you were bound to end up winning the entire thing.

-Until that cursed morning in which you had woken up with a sore throat, something you shook off as just "morning sickness"

Skip to the early jogging session, which wasn't going smoothly to be exact. Your vision wavered and your head throbbed with every harsh step. You considered stopping to tell Erwin but the nagging thoughts about that gold medal and bragging rights pushed you to the furthest edge.

And so just as you were about to take one more step, you had collapsed, if it weren't for Erwin catching you in time, you probably would have landed on the harsh concrete.

-"Hey, baby? You okay?" He hastily patted your cheek in between heavy breaths. It proved useless as your heavy eyelids had given up. His eyebrows knitted in concern and fear, resentment towards himself that he may have pushed you too far.

-Without wasting another second he cradled your body, pulling himself back up to carry you inside. He called for help but given the symptoms they told him you'd be okay, you were probably only ill and overworked yourself too much, but if you didn't wake up he'd have to drive you to hospital.

-He stayed by your side patiently, cursing at himself in his head. He was blind to all the issues he was causing you... he never meant to push you to the point of passing out, he'd make it up in any way you'd want him to the instant you'd wake up.

-By the time your eyes flutter open he almost plunges onto his knees and sobs for forgiveness. "Deary?" He gently called.

-Your eyes felt like they were being pushed against your skull, your head had some sort of heartbeat that made every physical action a pain to pull. "'Win?"

-he wants to crack a dad joke and say 'I don't think we will' but he sucks it up and clenches onto your hand, "Take it easy, you had a pretty bad fall back there. Fear not-! Apparently it's just a cold."

(Don't make fun of the 'fear not' I know for a fact that means speaks like medieval messenger)

-His heart is crushed the second he notices the tears welling up in your eyes. "The competition-" you gasped lowly in between your sobs, "is- is in six days!"

-"Darling, I swear there are more competitions to come, you need this time to rest"-

-"I can't!" You coughed, "I have to prove myself, 'Win! I'm so sick of being made fun of, this is where I get my validation from- and- and to have people make fun of"- your scratchy throat triggered a coughing fit. Erwin fumbled for the glass of water he kept on the nightstand, gently bringing it up to your lips.

-"I hope you know they're just jealous, Y/n... they could never go through what I've been making you go through..." he guiltily mumbled, "I'm sorry..."

-"Erwin?" You whispered. Your eyes widened in worry when you realised what he was thinking, "Oh baby no, no you didn't cause this. This is just a matter of wrong timing..." your thumb rubbed the back of his hands. "I would kiss you but I don't want you catching this,"

-"Oh, come here." He scooped you up against his chest, rubbing your back. "Now. How about we agree to ditch the grass diet? I can make some soup for that hurt throat of yours? Hm? How about it?" He bounced you slightly, making you giggle. "Sure."

Miche

-I feel like if Miche would have had a job, it would be a gym instructor. But no he doesn't. He has served in the military though, so-

-Miche has always been a silent supporter. During your games. He's got front row seats. After your games, he's ready to comfort or help you with any minor injuries you may have received.

-So of course when you tell him about the relay race (is that how you spell it?) He's ready to do what he has to do.

-He isn't all for sprinting or jogging- he knows you're fast enough. This is more about muscle development and your stamina. That's what thinks you should focus on.

-he helps you with the push ups and crutches, making sure you reach the amount he has assigned you. And you always make sure to do so... however, one time you refused to, moaning about the burning feeling in your abdomen.

-You expected him to shake his head and grunt in disappointment, you hadn't predicted he'd pounce on you and begin to tickle the ever loving shit out of you.

-"Eight more." He says above your hysterical giggles. "How many?" He asks sternly.

"E-EIGHT! PFFTAHH- PLEASE STOP!"

-Unlike most of the men I've covered, he doesn't really care about what you consume as long as it isn't only junk food and at a good calorie count.

-So he's not forceful, and incredibly healthy when it comes to break times. Hell, during schedules where you're supposed to train, he once found you napping on the couch and couldn't bring himself to wake you up. But he did cover you in a lil blankie.

-At last- the day of the race had arrived and you were both pumped. Miche was super confident, so much to the extent of when someone would ask him what he was doing on this specific day, he would answer, "Sorry can't go. Gonna see my wife win an important race."-

-Believe me, everyone knows this for a fact. When Miche says something will happen, it will happen. It's like his nose can smell the future too.

-When the race began he sat there with his arms crossed, smirking like a proud dad. At times you may have been behind, but he knew you were just saving your energy for the best parts. And he was correct.

-When you tripped upon first place, even you couldn't believe it. But Miche could, all his affirmations had some kind of affect on your belief.

-Afterwards he skips down the bleachers and high fives you. "That's my Y/n, what did I tell you?"

"I'm a winner!"

"That's right, now c'mere bring it in,"

#this is mostly a shitpost btw #erwin #Erwin smith #Erwin x reader #Levi #Levi Ackerman #Levi x reader #eren #eren yaeger aot #eren jaegar #eren x reader #Miche #miche zacharius x reader

[nomisreider]

New chapter out in a matter of hours, just getting beta read✨✨

#miche zacharias #miche x reader #miche zacharius x reader #this has been kicking my ass for months i’m so happy we’re almost to THEE REVEAL

[chaotic-nick]

Miche's tattoos would say so much about his personality and if you asked him he'd just shrug

'It looked cool so I sat through the pain'

But only his circle of friends would know the story behind those

Hanji still tries to convince him to get a titan on his back. Erwin listens to Miche's stories behinds each piece. Levi's the type of friend who he schedules sessions with.

And surprisingly it's the reason him and Zeke are good friends now

His favourite would be the one wrapped around his wrist

That is until he met you

Suddenly he's in love, and all his ideas seem to be all about you.

Only problem was, you two aren't a thing. Good friends that only spoke about weekend plans.

There was so much he wanted to ask, your lucky number of you had one [it'd look pretty in the inside of right wrist] your birth flower [for the back of his leg] or what your zodiac sign was [for his shoulder]

He only tells them that it was the energy you bring that makes him want to do all these things. But a look between Erwin and Zeke confirms that Miche can only hide the stories behind those pieces but never the lovesick look in his eyes.

#miche zacharias #nick headcanons #miche zacharius x reader #idk how to tag this #im in my least fave class and i wanna pass time #yes in modern au miche and zeke are besties #mike zacharias scenario #maybe i should turn this into a fic