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lovelywritinglady · 1 year

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Why Do You Care Now?

Erwin Smith x fem!Reader

In which Erwin and reader get into an argument about the status of their relationship…

Angst, Erwin is an ass, fluff eventuality.

Your Pov

He doesn’t care about me. I was simply something that could satisfy his needs while he had spare time. He told me he loved me and that I was the reason he fought so hard for humanity. Now I know he told me sweet lies so I’d be caught in his trap. I was just a toy for Erwin Smith. This revelation makes me feel sick. I feel betrayed and yet I still love him. I truly do and I thought he did too, but it was all a lie. Every sweet word, every touch, every feeling was nothing more than a deception.

A few minutes earlier…

I walk into my lover’s office to deliver him reports. I also wanted to talk to him about our relationship and whether or not it would be okay if other people could know about us. I mean it doesn’t seem like a bad thing to ask about, right?

I knock on his door and hear him telling me to enter. I entered with a smile on my face. Seeing him always makes my heart fill with joy. Because this world is dangerous and death is around every corner, but being with Erwin makes me realize that it’s can also be beautiful. I set the reports on his desk as he send me a small smile.

“Hello Commander” I say

“Hello cadet” Erwin says with a serious expression.

“Here are the recent reports for you sir”

“Thank you cadet, that’ll be all”

“Actually sir, there is something I’d like to talk with you about.” I say nervously

“I have a minute to spare, so please” he says as he gestures to the seat in front of me.

“It’s about us. I was wondering if it would be okay if we could maybe tell people about our relationship? I mean we have been together for a while now, and I just though that it would be time to tell people.” I said with as much confidence as I could muster.

“Y/n I think you misunderstand what we are exactly.” Erwin says with a sigh

“Aren’t we together sir?” I question.

“No y/n you are simply someone that I have sexual relations with. You and I are nothing more that casual friends that have sex.” Erwin says while looking at me.

My heart drops at this sudden information and I’m confused on what he means.

“B-but Erwin you told me that you loved me. You do love me don’t you?” I say as tears start to form.

“I do not love you. I have never loved you. I only said that to you to satisfy your needs and to keep you around me. I’m far too busy for love. And even if I wasn’t, you’re not the person that I’d first choose. You’re a clingy annoying brat that is only good for sex. In fact I do not care what happens to you. If you were to die, then I would simply take it like everyone else that dies for this regiment.” He says with no ounce of remorse.

I sit there with tears now flowing out of my eyes. My entire heart feels like it’s been shattered. I can’t breathe. I thought he loved me? I’m nothing to him? He wouldn’t care if I died? This is not the same man I knew yesterday. The man I knew yesterday would have hugged me if I had asked. Or comforted me after a rough expedition. Or kissed me just because. The man I knew yesterday would tell me how important I was to him and how much he loved me. He would’ve told me that he would protect me and that he hoped one day we could live together and get married. That man I knew yesterday is no longer the man I see in front of me. This man is nothing but anger and he’s looking at me like I’m the most disgusting thing in this wretched world.

“Now Cadet if that’s all, you may take your leave” Erwin says coldly

I say nothing as I leave his office. For I cannot even speak. Hell, I can’t even think straight. Everything I had is now gone. He truly doesn’t care for me. My feelings for him don’t matter and neither does my life. Currently it feels as though I’m drowning in sadness unable to see the surface.

One month later during an expedition…

Beyond the walls is beautiful, it truly is. If it weren’t for the threat of titians, humanity would flourish out here. Currently the scouts are on an expedition. Our mission is to gather as much information as we can. This is set to be a several day expedition, but so far our losses exceed what we hoped. Yet the commander pushes us on with our mission.

At this point I don’t care if I live or die. This world is shit and the thing I loved most betrayed me. So now, I don’t believe I have a will to live. Erwin was the only thing I had. My parents were scouts and they both met their demise during an expedition just like this one. Maybe I’ll join them soon? Will anyone account my death if I were to die today? Will anyone care? Will he care?

My thoughts were interrupted my a large hand hovering over me. Before I could react, it grabbed me and began lifting me off my horse. I didn’t scream as it began crushing my bones. I didn’t cry as I saw it’s mouth opening and felt myself being pulled towards it. All I felt was relief. And for the first time in awhile, I feel happy. I’m going to die and that doesn’t scare me.

Suddenly I heard the sound of ODM gear. And the grip on my body loosened and I felt my body begin to fall. The fall was interrupted by someone grabbing me mid air. I felt dizzy and it felt like there was a blanket of blood covering my broken body. My eyes felt heavy and all I wanted to do was close my eyes. I’m so tired and I can’t feel my body. Before I closed my eyes I saw him. Erwin’s face is hovering over mine. Maybe I’m having one last hopeful imagination, but I think I see tears in his eyes. His mouth is moving, but I can’t hear any words coming out of his mouth. After a minute of looking at him I finally close my eyes and everything goes dark.

Erwin Pov

It’s been nearly a week since I saved y/n. She’s going to recover, but her body was bruised severely and several of her bones were broke. It’s a miracle that she was able to survive. The thought of her dying broke something in me. I know what I said to her. And if there were ever anything I were to regret, it would be the poison that I spoke to her on that day. Seeing her about to get eaten made me neglect my very duties as a commander. I broke formation to save her. Every logical thought I had was replaced with my desire to save her. I try being with her as much as I can, however my duties as a commander keep me away from her. I want to be there when she wakes up. I want to tell her that all I said to her on that day was nothing but lies. I want her to forgive me and love me the way that she use to. I want to tell her, hell, I need to tell her that I do indeed love her.

At first she was someone that I used to satisfy my needs. She was simply a means to an end. There was a time where the threat of her life would not have bothered me. But she slowly crept into my heart. She made me feel more passion that I thought was capable in this life. That scared me. I was scared of how she made me feel. In fear of losing her. But she’s alive and would have died if I didn’t save her.

Two Days Later…

I managed to get some spare time to see her today. Hange says that y/n should wake up soon. I’m hoping she does. I miss her and I’m desperate to tell her how I feel. She needs to hear what I have to say. I’m confident that she will forgive me if I just tell her. Right?

My thoughts are interrupted when I heard rustling next to me. I immediately went close to her just waiting for her to open her eyes. After a few more seconds, her eyes flutter open and my eyes meet with hers and I began to smile.

“Y/n, I’m so glad you’re awake. How are you feeling?” I asked her

“Erwin?” She whispered

“Don’t talk just yet let me get you some water. ” I say as I grab the glass of water by her bedside.

“Thanks” she say as she grabs the water from my hand and takes a small sip from it. After she’s done I take it from her and place it back on her bedside.

“Erwin, why are you here?” She questions

“Y/n, I’m here because I was worried about you. You nearly died, but I managed to save you from a titan. You’ve been asleep for little over a week now, but Hange says that you’ll make a full recovery.” I tell her

“Thank you for saving me Erwin, I truly appreciate that, but you didn’t answer my question”

“I’m here because I need to tell you that everything I said to you that say was a lie. I said those hurtful things to you because I was scared of telling anyone because I was scared. And y/n I am so sorry for what I said to you. And I hope that you can forgive me for what I’ve done to you. Y/n I love you and I want us to be together again. And this time I want us to be public with it. I’ll give you some time to think, but just know that I truly do want this with you.” I said to her sincerely hoping she would understand.

“Erwin, thank you for being honest with me. However I do not want to be with you.” She said

“Y/n you’re confused and you just woke up. Maybe give it a few days?” I said nervously

“Erwin I’m sorry but I cannot be with someone that said they wouldn’t care if I was dead. You lied to me and used me. Hell, I don’t even know if you’re telling me the truth. And why do you even care now?” Y/n said raising her voice.

“Y/n I am telling you the truth. So please give me this chance I will do better I promise”

“Please leave and don’t come and visit me again. I do not want to be with you. I will not allow myself to love you the way I use to. So please leave. You and I are nothing more than commander and cadet.” She says coldly.

“Y/n please.” I beg her

“Just go!”

I do as she says and I leave the room. I’ve lost her. If I had only showed her that I cared for her then, none of this would’ve happened. But at the same time I felt that my apology was good. She’s just not thinking rationally, so perhaps she’ll come back to me soon. That’s my hope anyway.

One Year Later

Your pov

My body took months to heal and because of how badly I was injured, I permanently have a slight limp in my leg. It stops me from being as efficient as I use to be, but I manage. I am no longer bothered by Erwin Smith. He was persistent about us being together again for months after I woke up. But now he’s ceased his actions and our relationship is strictly professional. He did promise me that I would be the only woman he’d ever love. And how he regrets his actions. I feel bad for him, but I’ve moved on and I’m much happier with my life.

I also found new love in someone that I trust. He’s a very strong soldier with a passion to help humanity. I admire and love him. He’s loyal and with him I never question whether or not he loves me or not. I’m so happy that we fell for each other. And we’re even public with our relationship. When I asked him he didn’t hesitate to say yes to the idea. His name is Mike Zacharias. He helped me get promoted to squad leader and I have yet to lose anyone. I feel accomplished with what I have done and who I have become. This world is dangerous, but now I have the passion to fight for my future.

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levi-supreme · 2 years

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Yes, Mr Ackerman

Characters: CEO!Levi x Secretary fem!reader

Genre: Modern!au

Warnings: Not sfw, minors and ageless blogs dni.

Dark content ahead!!! Mean dom!Levi. Reader insert (y/n). Power imbalance/power play (Levi is reader's superior). Degradation/name-calling. Impact play. Slight dacryphilia. Stripping of clothing. Slight humiliation, dumbification, and begging. Use of the words 'master', 'pet', and 'pup'. Slight restraints (tied wrists). Oral sex (male receiving). Some praising. Levi becomes softer afterwards. Unprotected sex. Levi hits you from the rear while you watch yourself in the mirror.

Word count: 3.3k

A/N: Here's my one contribution to Kinktober 2022 oops!!! Please read this little thirst drabble before reading this!! Also, istg I probably will never write such kinks and darker content again, so enjoy while you can haha.

[211022] Cross posted to AO3!! Read it on AO3 here.

You knew you were going to get it good when you chose to wear this figure-hugging dress to work today. You knew you were in for some punishment for flaunting your body in front of him like that. You knew the consequences of seducing your superior, yet you decided to went on ahead with it anyway. You knew your superior was a man of his words, and Levi Ackerman was a man of his words indeed.

The rough kissing earlier stole all your breath away, the harshness of his hold on you fuelled your want and need for him instead. With your dress bunched up by your waist and your hands pressed on his glass dining table, your ass was high in the air as Levi admired your beauty from behind.

"I want you to look at yourself as you get fucked, you dirty little slut," was all Levi said as he pulled you up by your hair like a master holding his pet dog by the leash. Your mouth stammered, words unable to be formed. Levi pulled your hair harder and you yelped in pain.

"Y-yes, Mr Ackerman!" You answered breathlessly, feeling a tingle down your spine and a weird twist of excitement forming in your belly. Levi harshly pulled your panties down to your ankles, using two fingers to pick up your sleek.

"What a fucking slut, so wet for me when I haven't even done anything."

"Mr Ack—" a resounding smack! echoed across the room, your ass cheeks painfully stinging.

"I don't remember giving you permission to open your mouth, filthy girl." Levi's hand squeezed your reddened ass cheek before slapping it again, your knees nearly giving out from the force.

"What would others say if they see MY secretary dressing like a common whore, hmm?" Levi gave your ass another slap, causing you to bite your lip and wince in silence, "who are you trying to seduce? Erwin Smith from the accounting department? Mike Zacharias from HR? Or that bearded Zeke Jaeger in IT?" Levi slapped your ass again and you let out a cry, tears threatening to fall.

"N-no! Mr Ackerman, I-I wasn't trying—"

"Then own up. Who were you trying to seduce?" Levi pulled you up by your hair again, forcing you to arch your back. Your voice was stuck at your throat. Levi growled and spoke close to your ear once more, staring at your teary face from your reflection in the mirror.

"Who did you want to seduce?"

"Y-you, Mr Ackerman," you answered, fear and thrill bubbling in your gut. You knew better than to lie to your CEO. You would rather hear him shame you for being truthful than to punish you for lying. "I-I wanted t-to seduce you, sir." Levi kept quiet for a while.

"Hmm, for me?" Levi stroked your cheek with a sinister grin, wiping some of your tears away. "Did my pretty secretary dress up like a slut to seduce me?" Levi returned to his office desk, pushing over his leather chair. Sitting back down, Levi ordered you to turn around, and you obeyed.

"Strip." Levi simply said, right leg crossed above the other as he leaned back on his chair, folding his arms across his muscular chest. You thought you heard Levi wrongly.

"... Mr Ackerman, sir?"

"I said strip. Do you need to be told twice?" Levi frowned as he leaned forward, a look of displeasure on his face. You nervously gulped before reaching your hands to the back, gingerly pulling down your zipper and letting your dress pool by your ankles. You looked at Levi's polished leather shoes, feeling utterly embarrassed and humiliated standing in front of him almost bare except for your bra still protecting the little amount of modesty you had left. You tried to cover yourself up with your arms, but it was just a pointless attempt. Levi still look unsatisfied.

"Take off the bra."

"Mr A-Ackerman?" You looked up at your CEO at a loss for words. You toyed with your fingers, digging your nails into your palm. Pleading silently with your eyes, your lower lip quivered when Levi spoke, tears threatening to spill.

"Are you disobeying orders now? I said, take off the bra." Levi's voice dropped an octave lower and you hurriedly reached back to your bra, unclasping it and dropping it on the floor. Now completely bare, you desperately wanted to hide somewhere, the shame and humiliation consuming you whole. You're naked and fully under Levi's control, the cold air from the aircon reminding you of your situation, the queasy feeling in your stomach and the wild beating of your heart making everything worse. Levi smirked and took a good look at you from head to toe, as though he was admiring a painting up for sale.

"Now, you need to be punished for prancing around my office building in such sexy clothing, don't you think?" You dumbly nodded, afraid of ruffling his feathers.

"Answer me."

"Y-yes, Mr Ackerman." A tear escaped your eye. Levi smiled, although it didn't reach his eyes at all.

"Naughty girls should be punished, am I correct?" Levi remained on his chair as he signalled you to turn around using his finger, gesturing for you to bend forward and lean on the glass table once more.

"Yes, Mr Ackerman."

"So, how should I punish you, hmm?" Levi rolled himself forward in his chair, looking at your reflection in the mirror. Your expression blank, gazing at Levi through the mirror. You knew the correct answer was to let him do whatever he wanted with you. At work, you took orders from Levi well, executing your role as his secretary perfectly. Now, you were a mere play thing for him and even though you were afraid of what's to come, heat blossomed throughout your body at the idea of being Levi's toy. Thrilled, even, when you imagined him manhandling you, forcing you into submission. The lingering sting on your ass cheeks was only the appetiser. Maybe you were meant to be obedient and to take orders from him and him only.

"Punish me however you like, Mr Ackerman," your voice sounded stronger with conviction, your eyes still looking straight at Levi through the mirror. This time, Levi smiled a genuine smile, laugh lines appearing on his face.

"What a horny slut, waiting to be punished like the naughty girl you are." With that, Levi made you seat on the glass table while he went looking for his necktie. Walking back to you with the black tie in his hand, Levi grabbed your hands behind your back and tied your wrists together. You shivered, unsure from the cold or from fear, or maybe it was from the excitement of not knowing what to expect.

Facing you, Levi unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, pulling down his black boxer briefs to reveal his erect cock standing proudly. A weird sense of pride erupted in you as you saw him stroking himself, pleased to know you were the one who made him like this. You licked your lips and this gesture didn't go unmissed by Levi who towered over you.

"Oh? Is my little pet hungry for her master's cock?" Levi stood before you and harshly shoved your mouth down on him without warning, grabbing fistfuls of your hair as he guided you on his cock, revelling in the warmth of your mouth around him. Levi closed his eyes and let out a satisfied moan, now using one hand to stroke your cheek while the other hand still had control over your head.

"You're mine, understand?"

It was hard for you to breathe, your saliva was dripping from the corner of your mouth yet you could not clean it up. Levi was moving you faster than you liked and you could not keep up. Moaning and choking on your spit and Levi's length in you, you tried to hint him, beg him to slow down, to show you mercy. Tears started forming in your eyes once more and you looked up at Levi while groaning and sobbing, hoping he would take pity on you and let you breathe.

As Levi continued shoving you harshly down on him, you gagged and started coughing. Levi's eyes flew open and stared down at you teary-eyed and drooling.

"Look at you, so utterly messy. Am I going too fast?" Levi's words were harsh, yet the way he held onto your cheek and caressed your skin was gentle, as though he was really worried about hurting you. You didn't dare reply, staying silent and letting Levi wipe your tears. Levi took a piece of tissue from his glass table and wiped your drool, throwing it on the ground.

"You look so pretty like this, little pet, makes me feel sorry for treating you so harshly." Levi bent down and kissed your forehead while you nearly melted under his touch. Just a while ago he was like a feral beast dominating over you, and now he's being so kind. He was so confusing. Does he really mean it or... "Do you want me to go slower?"

There was a tone of mocking in Levi's question which you caught on immediately. You looked back up at Levi wide-eyed, shaking your head.

"N-no, Mr Ackerman sir, I've been naughty, and I d-deserve to be punished." You replied, feeling his warm hand gently caressing your cheek once more. Levi looked at you before you noticed his frown slightly falter, his gaze on you somehow becoming kinder. Instead of harshly shoving your throat on his length, Levi cupped your head and guided you slowly, allowing you to use your tongue to gently lick the underside of his shaft and grazing the top with your teeth.

"I think you've gotten the punishment you deserve already, pretty thing." As you slowly went down on Levi's cock, he closed his eyes and gasped in pleasure, hot breaths escaping his luscious lips as you licked and sucked. It pleased you to see him enjoying himself with just your tongue. You wanted to make him happy, wanted to hear him praise you for doing good. You wanted him to reward you for listening to him well, you wanted more than just tasting his cock in your mouth. You closed your eyes as you sucked on his tip, hearing him grunt and feeling his knees buckle when you slid your tongue over his slit.

"Mmm, Mr Ackerman," you hummed in delight as you continued licking his shaft like a lollipop, "do you like it when I do this?" You teased him by sucking his tip again, watching him bite his lip and trying to control his moans.

"Tell me sir, do you feel good?" You licked the underside of his tip, watching Levi's face screw up with pleasure. Levi's grip on your head was slacking, his head thrown back and his knees about to give way.

"F-fuck, yes! Right th—" Levi let out a particularly loud moan when you sucked on his tip before going back down his length again. You groaned and licked the pearly beads of precum, saliva dripping past your lips.

"I want to make you feel good, Mr Ackerman, please?" You looked up at him once more with your hollowed cheeks and puffy lips, your eyes slightly reddened from your tears earlier and your perspiration casting a faint glow on your skin. Levi looked down at you and nearly came at the sight of you looking so pitiful yet beautiful while his cock was deep in your throat. Levi didn't say anything; he just supported your head down on his length, letting you take your time. You purred happily, contented with his gentler touches and slower pace.

"Fuck! Faster, mhmm, fuck, go fast—" Levi's breathing started becoming erratic, his hip thrusting into your aching jaw. You gladly complied and sucked on his length faster, not forgetting to make lewd noises every time your nose reached his neatly trimmed pubic hairs. "Yes—ahhhh, y-yes! Fuck yes! Shit, th—" inaudible words left Levi's lips as a final thrust in your mouth made him weak, holding your head down on his cock as hot semen flowed down your throat. You closed your eyes and hummed, savouring the taste of his slightly sweet semen.

Even after Levi emptied his load into you and you felt his cock slightly soften, you dared not move. Your jaw hung loose as Levi stepped away from you, looking at your dishevelled look. Some of Levi's cum was still in your mouth, you did not know if he would allow you swallow. You looked at Levi like a sad puppy being denied a treat.

"You can swallow it, my girl." At his command, you gulped down Levi's cum and looked at him expectantly, unsure of what he would do to you next. Maybe he will finally shove his cock into your aching and soaked pussy.

"Tch. You take my orders well, but you take my cock even better. What a good girl." Levi got you to stand up, seeing a tiny pool of sleek gathered on the spot where you were seating earlier. Levi smiled at you once more, fingers toying with your soaked entrance. You winced at the sudden intrusion, biting your lips in order to stop yourself from moaning.

"Does my good girl want her reward for taking her CEO's cock so well, hmm?" Once more, you dare not answer. Levi was knuckle-deep into your cunt, pumping his digits and enjoying the sound of your squelching noises and soft whimpering. "Go on, answer me. Do you want your reward?"

You shyly looked up at Levi, face hot from the close contact and the caring soft tone Levi was using towards you. You were getting lost in Levi's eyes the more you stared, you felt yourself falling for Levi. Were they feelings of admiration, or out of fear? You were confused, you didn't know how to answer him. Levi swiped your messy hair to a side, kissing you hard and fast with his fingers plunged deep in you. Using his free hand to tug your hair once more, Levi's kisses started getting more aggressive as time passed, latching on your neck to leave his bite marks.

"Tell me now, before I change my mind." You stuttered, not wanting to anger him once more.

"Yes, Mr Ackerman. P-please," you begged, feeling Levi's grip on your hair loosen. Levi reached back and untied his necktie, massaging your wrists and gently blowing on them.

"Good girl. Lean on the table. Don't forget what I told you earlier." You nodded, leaning on the table with your hands supporting your weight as you stuck your ass high up in the air, level with Levi's groin.

"I want you to look at yourself as you get fucked, you dirty little slut," Levi's words from the very start echoed in your mind. Levi stroked himself until his cock was standing at attention again before plunging straight into your soaking cunt without warning, letting out a loud groan when he was fully in you.

"So fucking wet for me, sucking my cock in so snugly," Levi gasped as he squeezed your ass cheeks, slapping them and admiring the reddened palm prints. You wanted to cry out loud at how fantastic you felt, and how submissive you looked right now with Levi holding on to your hips and controlling your every move while you stared helplessly at your own reflection in the mirror.

Levi continued ramming himself balls deep into your soaking cunt, kneading and slapping the meat of your thighs and ass, grunting and breathing out loud in pleasure. Your breasts jiggled with Levi's every move and your back arched with every thrust. The large office felt a few degrees hotter and your mind was starting to lose control.

"M-Mr Ackerman, s-sir," you whined, looking at him through the mirror. Levi paid no attention to you as he fingered your clit, driving your senses crazy and your blood pumping in your veins. Levi threw his unbuttoned shirt away, leaning forward on your sweaty back. Roughly grabbing and massaging your breast, you licked your lips once more, feeling your orgasm about to come soon. The sound of skin slapping skin was music to your ears, fuelling your dirty desire to cum on your CEO's cock.

"Mr A-Ackerman, I-I'm—" you tried getting his attention once more. You wanted, no, needed his permission to cum, to feel good, to cry out loud, to hear his praises. "S-sir," you begged, desperately asking for Levi's attention, whimpering and crying for permission. Levi stared at you from the mirror, knowing what you wanted and needed.

"Go on, cum for me, my little bitch." Levi's eyes were locked onto yours as he spoke close to your ear once more, feeling the goosebumps dance across your skin. At his command, your entire body vibrated and your pussy contracted on Levi hard, soon drawing long pants from Levi. Levi rammed harder into you while you were still enjoying the euphoria from your orgasm and he grabbed onto your hips, feeling himself ejaculate into your warm cavern. You moaned in pleasure, contented to feel Levi's warm cum filling your hole.

Pulling himself out of you, you quickly plugged your fingers into your cum-filled entrance, not wanting to dirty Levi's expensive carpeted floor. Dry cleaning would cost too much, and people might question the reason why. Levi cocked his eyebrow at your response, grinning as he shoved a few pieces of tissue into your hands.

"Here, clean yourself up, y/n," you nearly fell on your knees hearing Levi calling your name so casually. He never called you by your name before, it was always by your surname, or calling you 'brat'. You gladly accepted the tissues, carefully wiping yourself clean. You looked at your mixed juices on the tissue and sighed dejectedly, a little disappointed that Levi's cum had to go to waste.

"Is my little pup disappointed that her hole isn't filled?" Levi smirked, zipping up his pants after cleaning himself up. Levi walked over to a closet on the other side of his office and took out a light grey button shirt, putting it on while you collected the discarded pieces of tissue to throw them into the bin. You felt a slight embarrassment creeping up on you, not wanting to admit that whatever Levi said was right.

"You had your fill just now, haven't you? Your pretty mouth took everything in." Levi passed you your clothes and undergarments and went back to his chair, clearing his emails as though whatever happened earlier didn't occur at all. You quickly put on your clothes.

"Yes, Mr Ackerman." You replied in a tiny voice, unsure of how everything was going to be from now on. You've heard lots of stories of secretaries hooking up with their bosses, and you've also heard a fair share of them getting sacked out of a sudden. You did not know what your fate will be under the hands of Levi Ackerman. Levi suddenly took out a black card from his leather wallet and passed it to you and you took it with shaky hands.

"Get my blazer and shirt dry cleaned. I want them back here tomorrow."

"Yes, Mr Ackerman." You picked up the two articles of clothing he mentioned, walking back to his desk awaiting further instructions. Levi stood up and walked over to you, yanking his blazer out of your hands to wrap them around your shoulders.

"Go get yourself some new dresses, brat. I don't want my woman to be walking around my building looking like a slut." Levi nonchalantly walked back to his seat, paying no attention to you once more. 'My woman', you thought to yourself, a little smile appearing on your face.

"Yes, Mr Ackerman." You resisted the urge to giggle and instead, turned around and left Levi's office clutching his blazer and taking a sniff of his sweaty shirt. Maybe something good might come out from hooking up with your boss after all.

A/N: When I say I need to touch grass after writing this, I REALLY need to touch grass and drink water lol.

I hope you all liked this one!!! This is my second attempt in writing dark content and omg, istg I'll never write it ever again 🏃‍♀️ 🏃‍♀️ 🏃‍♀️ let me know how you all think of this!!

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carltonnotburke · 2 years

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The scent of you

Mike zacharias x reader reverse comfort

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

Pronouns for reader: she/her

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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ohmytomorrowisthursday · 11 months

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Until I Fall - Part Fourteen

Levi Ackerman x Fem Reader.

Eventual romance but this is a slow burn, definitely angsty and darker. It will also focus a lot on Hange, Erwin and the original scouts. Eren and the 104th training corps will be around but I’m focusing on the older characters in here. Your self insert name is ‘Azeria Becker’ pronouns She/Her/Hers. Using a name because don’t like using ‘y/n’.

Cannon universe. I wrote this for myself but I hope that you enjoy it, too lol <3

cw: imagine literally every awful/gory thing that happens in SNK. Death, violence and gore. Drinking, sex. (bolded ones in this chapter)

I will be releasing 2 chapters at a time every few days. You can find all chapters here.

“Thank you all for joining me here,” Erwin said, standing at the front of the remaining soldiers. The field was sparsely peppered with people after having lost so many. Ilse stood beside you, trying her best to balance on crutches. Erwin’s face remained the same as it always had; calm. It suddenly began to bother you as to how he remained so level headed. There was so much more to learn about him.

“It has been a difficult few days, and I’m certain all of you are exhausted and wondering what comes next. Today, I will announce the restructuring of our branch and name our squadron leaders,” his voice boomed through the air. Looking at him in front of you now, you knew that this was where he was meant to be. He was a born leader.

“Hange Zoe and Mike Zacharias will be your new Squad Leaders. When we rebuild our troops I will expand leadership. Until that times comes, you will report to them,” he paused and scanned the crowed. You looked over at Levi, his face seemingly annoyed. “There is much to do now that wall Maria has fallen. Your roles have now become more important than ever. Regain your health and stamina. The time to fight again is near, and we all need to be ready to save humanity from this loss. We will begin training once again in three days. You are all dismissed!”

The soldiers saluted and everyone scurried away. “Come see me tonight?” Ilse asked, you nodded to her and parted ways. You jogged over to catch up with Levi. “So much for our vacation,” you joked. “Yeah,” he said flatly, looking off into the distance. He seemed off. “Are you okay?” You asked. “Yeah,” he replied in his same distant tone. You both walked over to the stables together.

Aside from the veterinarians and the operations team, the rest of the soldiers who normally cared for the horses were gone. It was often a role that the rookies and older soldiers had to do. There were hundreds of horses, and since the Survey Corps also bred their own as well, there was no shortage of things to do.

The two of you were kindly given the worst of the jobs; cleaning out the stables. Levi already looked like he regretted joining you. He hung his jacket on a nail and rolled up his sleeves. You looked at him, bemused at his disgust. “Don’t worry, grump, I’ll take out the shit,” you laughed. He shot you a death glare, “Then why are you still here?”

The two of your worked until lunch. Levi despised cleaning out the barns but didn’t seem to mind spending time with the horses. The mess didn’t bother you too much so you let him stick to brushing out the animals instead. It was quite amusing to see him here; the infamous Levi Ackerman cleaning shit out of barns. If only people could see him now. You liked these moments; when both of you felt like normal people. The past few days had been so hard, but here in the barn, the sun was shining bright and spring was finally in full bloom. Sometimes you’d flick pieces of hay at him and watch his annoyed face “I’m warning you, one more time and I’m throwing you in the manure pile,” he’d threaten. You’d just roll your eyes, “Uh huh.” You loved that here Levi Ackerman was just your friend, not some hero to swoop in and save everyone. Without his Scout uniform on he was just a man. What would you be if you weren’t here, Levi?

The morning had put you in high spirits again. Spending time with the horses was always nice and having Levi accompany you, but he still didn’t seem like his normal self. Afternoon rolled around and Erwin had called his former team into a meeting. This was it; you and Hange would ask him about your side project.

The room was small but it held your squad, which was nice and made everything seem a little more normal. You sat next to Hange, their disposition always made you feel calm. Erwin stood at the front of the room. His face had changed a little now, in the most subtle way his features had disarmed themselves, and underneath his face was angry and agitated. Maybe you were beginning to read him.

“It’s good to see you all,” Erwin started. “We have a lot to cover. Wall Maria’s breach is a worst case scenario for us. The Garrison are evacuating all residents into Wall Rose and Sina. We may be asked to partake on these journeys as needed, but I have gotten clearance for the Survey Corps to hold back for emergency operations only. Our troops are too weak and we need to save our strength for crucial work.” He paused and looked around. The whole room was listening intently to him; he had that kind of power over people.

“First; the wall breach,” He pulled down a map, “It occurred in the early afternoon. Two titans- the likes of which we’ve never seen before- appeared on the south wall; a titan whose body eclipsed the size of the wall; standing at 60 meters tall. The other was a 15 meter titan with armoured skin. Both were abnormal. They did not attack anyone, however the damage that they did to the wall was significant enough to let in a large group of titans into the city. After they compromised the wall, both titans disappeared. We have no reports as to where they went, and no members of the Garrison could see the titans escaping out into the remaining lands.”

Levi looked skeptically at Erwin, “What do you mean they vanished? How could something 60 meters high just disappear?”

Erwin faced him, “Exactly. We don’t know how they managed to vanish. Most titans give off steam and disappear, but not in the way that the Colossus did. No one had hit it, it seemed to willingly disappear.”

“How can they do that…” Hange trailed off.

“We don’t know,” Erwin replied.

“Are there any reports from the Garrison around Wall Maria?” Mike asked. “So far,” Erwin replied, “Nothing. It seems the enemy has not returned, all that’s has swarmed Maria is regular titans.”

“So, what’s the plan from here?” Levi asked.

“The evacuation process is underway. Once the land is cleared of civilians we’ll be able to come up with plans for the next expedition. My hope for the next few months is to focus on rebuilding our troops and training them on the flare signal system. Additionally, I’m proposing that we set up a new base of operations closer to Trost. After yesterdays latest casualty; our current headquarters is too far to respond in a timely fashion. If we don’t improve this situation I fear that the MP’s and the King will use this ammunition against the Corps,” Erwins eyes were far away; he was already looking out towards the next expedition. If he had ever grieved then you’d never know it. “I will keep you all informed as things progress. In the meantime do your best to keep morale high around here.”

“That’ll be easier for some than others,” Hange nudged Levi.

“You stink of shit, four eyes,” He groaned.

“You’re all dismissed,” Erwin finished. Hange jumped out of their seat and tapped him on the shoulder, you followed behind as fast as you could. “Commander, do you mind if I have a minute of your time,” Hange asked. “Certainly. Let’s wait until everyone has left.”

The room cleared and the three of you stood alone. “Commander, after our last expedition, and based on the facts presented to us today, I think that we need to make a greater effort to study the titans. I would like to propose a research operation; lets capture a titan alive, and use it to better understand our enemy. With so many unknowns we should be better prepared to fight these creatures,” Hange’s face was confident and determined; you wondered how they could talk to Erwin like that. His eyes shifted towards you, “And how does Azeria fit in with this?” He asked.

Hange’s face lightened up, “Well that’s the best part! Azeria was a mechanic before she joined the corps! Her father trained her on how to build ODM gear and shotguns for the Interior Police. She wants to help me build something that would be able to capture titans!”

Erwin was paused in thought.

“We could work on it alone until the time is right. That way no one else would know of our operation,” Hange added. Erwin continued to think, and your heart pounded waiting in anticipation for his answer.

“I’m sorry Hange but no,” He replied flatly.

“But-“

“No. We just took an incredible loss. How am I supposed to justify putting more soldiers at risk of death for an operation to capture one alive?” Hange’s face dropped into disappointment. “I understand why you’d like to do this, and I don’t think its a bad idea, but right now is not the time.”

“I understand, Commander,” Hange replied, trying to put on a happier voice. “You’ve both done tremendous work over the past few days. Hange, I know you will be an excellent Squad Commander. Azeria, your efforts have not gone unnoticed. Keep up the good work,” Erwin said. His face regained his usual gaze. He was done letting his guard down; now, he was back to being a leader.

“Thank you, Commander,” You both said.

The two of you walked out of the room and Hange patted you on the back, “It’s alright, Azeria. Let’s trust Erwin. We can always propose it again when things are better.”

Despite the fact that you felt a little embarrassed for asking you smiled back, “Thank’s for letting me join you anyways.”

In a way, you felt relief; the past few days had shown you how hard it really was to be in the Survey Corps. You were looking forward to being a normal soldier again for the next few months.

chapter fifteen

#levi ackerman #attack on titan #aot fandom #levi x reader #levi aot #levi attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #snk #aot #aot fanfic #aot fanfiction #snk fanfiction #survey corps #aot erwin #commander erwin

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silvamyman · 1 year

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𝙔𝙚𝙖𝙝 𝙢𝙖𝙣 (Mike x femreader x Erwin) 1/2

"You'll do what we order, bitch"

that was what resounded in the ears of that girl, who right now could only wait for someone to open the fucking door

She was wondering how she got to this point, right now she was regretting her "cute" outfit of a businesswoman

💄

ready for a new day, a new job and money to get, that was the thought of any worker and you were no exception

When you arrived at your company, you were more than surprised to see how many floors that building was, eight floors to be exact.

Upon entering your new job, all eyes were on you, more than one was struck by that cute little face and that cute uniform that highlighted your "little body"

more than one guy came up to welcome you, you were more than happy to receive the good wishes, until everyone heard two thick, strong and masculine voices just echoing more than one ran to the elevators, they had forgotten the fifteen minute break, you only looked at the place where those voices came from, from the stairs... The stairs? Wow we hope they don't those legs hurt, two blond men entered the scene, talking about the new income and ideas of the company

That was until the blond with the beard began to wrinkle his nose in search of where the aroma of wine and strawberries was coming from, it was all that caught the attention of "dog smell" as his friends said, Those who hated him of course, the other blond with huge eyebrows looked at him confused until his friend came over to whisper about the new girl.

He just nodded and they approached you, you could only swallow saliva waiting for what would happen to you

"A pleasure beautiful lady, I am Erwin Smith, head of the company" It was what came out of those throats, so formed, you could only look at the Adam's apple, going up and down for each word that came out of those lips.

"A pleasure, I am one of the secretaries of this company, Mike Zacharia" He exclaimed as he gave you a small bow, to which you responded in the same way

"A pleasure I am Y/N, delighted to meet my superiors and exemplary" You commented happily, as you took your bag with both hands, your chest stood out the most at that moment, not that you were very aware of this.

But who the fuck cared, he could only look at those sweet cherry lips, that gorgeous hourglass body, shit, what any man wants

Even more so if it is a woman who is so submissive just by looking into her eyes, eyes that show the urgency of a man, the one who takes care of you and pampers you more

That was the thought of the employees and bosses, they had not realized that you had already finished your presentation

In a quick nod they nodded to everything you had said, that was enough to dig your grave

After three months you had found yourself a very loved place, everyone adored you, they felt you were a mother and friend to all.

That was, until a worker went to where you were having lunch, he approached your ear

"The boss wants to see you" commented the brown haired boy as he went back to His workplace

I won't let you ask him why or what, you had no choice but to go see what was happening, When the elevator opened, you got out of it to go to the large dark wooden door

Your painted nails made a presence in it, touching it twice, waiting for an answer "Come in" was the only thing that was heard behind that door, you sighed thinking the worst

Upon entering, you could see the two blondes from three months ago who had welcomed you, you bowed to both of them, "what do you need me for, boss?" You commented while you were hoping not It was something serious that could affect your dream job

"Nice to see us again Miss Y/n" Erwin commented as he settled into his seat, "we're just asking all the workers a little question, you know it's routine"

The girl Solo nodded, while you took a seat "what motivated you to work with us?" Erwin commented as he took out a sheet and pen ready to listen to his beloved worker

"... That, well the truth is that it took him some time to learn this, it all started when I was married... With an idiot, that "man never treated me the way I wanted, he was cold and distant with me, Thanks to that I knew he was cheating on me with more than one woman... I hated that but what else could I do?, Even though I admit that I'm still looking for a man to fulfill my dreams

"can't it be two men?" Mike spoke behind you as he took your shoulder, he had forgotten the man a few moments ago

A blush appeared on your cheeks as you looked at him confused trying to process what he said, at that moment Erwin got up from his chair to cup your chin.

"Have you never thought about it? Sweetness"

#aot smut #aot erwin #attack on titan smut #fandom #fanfic #fantasy #alternate universe #mike zakarius

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thero0ks · 3 years

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In This Life and In the Next

NSFW! Do not read unless you are 18+

Miche and Erwin smut ahead (you’ve been warned)

She wasn’t sure what came over her that day. Perhaps it was the near death experience breathing life into her once again. When the dust settled, and saw the look of fear on her comrades faces her feet started to move on their own accord. Miche gave her a curious look, and Hanji’s eyes shined with glee as she stepped forward to join her. Dancing wasn’t in either one of their job descriptions, but it quickly brought a smile to their faces.

Erwin folded his arms with an amused expression. “There isn’t any music.” He stated bluntly.

“Sometimes you don’t need music.” Hanji replied, as her and Y/N linked arms spinning in a tight circle as delighted shrieks erupted from them.

Nanaba shrugged, a smile spreading on her lips as she joined them. The stunned look on Moblit’s face as Hanji dipped him caused Y/N to burst into laughter.

A small grin tugged at the corners of Levi’s lips until he caught Erwin’s knowing gaze. With a weak cough he stilled his face to the impassive expression he typically wore.

“Oh Comanderrrrr!” Hanji’s sang, pulling him into a dance. Erwin was taken by surprise as his long legs scrambled to catch up to the brutal pace Hanji had set.

Levi took a sip of his tea as the three recounted that day. “I’m happy you forced the Commander to dance.” Levi said with a sigh, “For once he didn’t look like he carried the weight of humanity.”

Y/N chuckled, “he even danced with me after Hanji had thrown him across the square.”

Hanji gasped, “I did not throw him. I attempted to pull him back into me and he let go.” They stated with a laugh.

“I only wish Miche had danced with you,” Levi said with a sigh.

“He did,” Y/N said with a shrug. “Just not then.”

She recounted those late nights in his office. The candles had burned low, and all the piles of paperwork were finally finished. Another date night passed by as Y/N waited patiently for him to finish.

His back cracked when he finally stood up. With a glance out the window his face fell. “I did it again,” he said with a sigh. “Didn’t I?”

Y/N nodded, but offered him a soft smile. “It’s okay Miche.”

“Let me make it up to you,” he said softly, as he tugged her out of her seat by their clasped hands.

Placing his hand at the small of her back he drew her in. Softly swaying in the candlelight the creak of the wooden floorboards were the only sound in the room. Hair framed his face as he gazed down at her, eyes full of adoration, and Y/N found her craving this simple intimacy that a date night couldn’t create.

Miche knew it was the little things that warmed her heart. He never stopped thinking of small ways to show he cared. Even with his death he’d left small pieces of himself behind in the form of handwritten letters in the event he met an untimely end.

“Miche did that?” Hanji exclaimed. Surprise evident on her face. “Would you two have walked away from all this?”

Y/N shook her head. “Not until we could live in a world free of titans. We’ve lost so many friends.”

“Remember when Moblit thought you blew up the lab?” Levi asked, turning to Hanji, soliciting chuckles from the other two.

The boom could be heard at the training grounds. Levi and Y/N’s heads snapped at the sound.

A figure covered in soot ran across the grounds, “Levi! Y/N! Come quick!” Moblit cried. “I think Hanji blew herself up!”

The three took off quickly, motioning for the cadets to follow. Erwin emerged from the castle at the sound of all the ruckus. “What’s going on?” He inquired, falling into step with them.

“Shitty glasses blew up the lab.” Levi grumbled, shaking his head.

“Dammit Hanji.” Erwin muttered under his breath.

When they finally arrived at the lab they saw Hanji emerge from the smoke, coughing profusely. “Hanji!” Y/N cried, stepping up to help them out of the debris.

“I’m okay.” They wheezed, breathing in mouthfuls of fresh air.

The sound of ODM gear could be heard as Miche came into view. Cupping Y/N’s face his eyes ran over her inspecting her for injuries. “Are you okay?” He inquired, as Y/N nodded.

“I KNEW YOU WERE DATING!” Hanji cried. “Moblit my hypothesis was right!” They drawled on with a wild look in their eye. “I knew I heard you two getting it on last night!”

Levi and Erwin’s head snapped to Y/N and Miche, who had the good sense to look embarrassed. “So that’s why I’m not seeing the pathetic longing stares.” Levi mused, folding his arms across his chest. “You two disgust me.” He added, turning to Erwin who rolled his eyes at Levi and Hanji’s antics.

“You really were perfect for each other.” Hanji said softly. “I always imagined you two having the cutest babies.”

Y/N blushed, “we didn’t think this would be the life for kids.”

Levi sighed, “you were both right on that.” The only true veterans left were Y/N, Hanji, and himself. The fear of how much longer their little group would stay intact brought fear straight to his heart. “Still it would have been nice to have a piece of Miche running around.”

Y/N’s eyes weighed heavily at that statement. Levi knew she would have dwelled on the idea a lot, but he also knew she wouldn’t change that choice. It would have been selfish of her to bring a child into a life like this, and Miche and Y/N rarely acted on their own selfish desires.

“Remember when Hanji got the Commander to play seven minutes in heaven?” Levi asked, an attempt to lighten the mood.

“You mean when they forced us all to play?”

“We can’t let the cadets have all the fun!” Hanji exclaimed, pouring another glass of wine.

“Aren’t we a little old for drinking games?” Miche asked pointedly.

Hanji waved him off, “it’ll be a fun bonding experience!” Grabbing a felt hat she thrust it out, “now everyone put something personal in it.”

“Wait, that’s rigging it.” Y/N said, folding her arms across her chest. “You can just choose the item the person you want puts in. It’s not hard to guess an object by touch when you know what’s in there.”

“You really want this to be random Y/N?” Levi inquired, taking a drink of the whiskey in his glass.

Y/N shrugs, “isn’t that how the game is played?”

“Alright everyone close your eyes and I’ll get an item from each of you.”

Hanji passed the hat around, and once all the items were in place everyone opened their eyes. “Moblit you draw first.”

With a sigh he dug around in the hat bringing up an enamel pin that he couldn’t quite identify. “That’s my Titan pin!” Hanji beamed.

“Titan pin? That looks like hammered shit.” Levi stated bluntly.

“I made it myself!” Hanji snapped back. Before pulling Moblit in the awaited closet.

“Someone got a timer?” Miche asked, as Y/N flipped the hourglass over.

“How far do you think Moblit’s gonna go?” Nanaba inquired, as Levi snorted.

“How far do you think Hanji is going to go?”

Everyone laughed at Levi’s statement. “I bet Hanji doms hard.” Y/N added as a muffled ‘Yes section commander!’ Was squeaked out from the closet.

Erwin shook his head, “why on earth have you thought about that?”

Y/N shrugs, “I got a lot of time on my hands Commander.” Taking a sip of her wine she nodded at Levi, “that one has a brat kink.”

Levi’s stare turned predatory, “mind your manners brat.”

“Or what Levi?” Y/N inquired, smiling sweetly.

Nanaba snickered at the Captain's cool expression, and her fellow squad members challenging stare.

Erwin pinched the bridge of his nose, “please tell me you have not made assumptions about everyone in this room.”

Y/N shrugs, “the truth is often shocking Commander.”

Miche laughs, “Erwin’s definitely got an authority kink.”

Y/N’s eyes widen, “that’s exactly what I thought!”

Miche gave her a high five as Erwin shook his head pouring another glass of whiskey. The closet burst open as Nanaba yelled time. Moblit stumbled out hickeys all over his skin, and a proud Hanji following behind.

“Moblit...you okay?” Y/N inquired as he looked at her with a dazed expression before nodding. He looked like he was on cloud nine.

“Who’s next?”

Miche reached into the hat pulling out a flower pendant. “Nanaba.”

“How did that feel watching him go into the closet with Nanaba?” Levi inquired.

Y/N let out a sigh, gripping the ceramic teacup. “We weren’t together at that time,” she stated with a shrug. “It hurt like hell though.”

Hanji sighed, “that’s the reason I made everyone play the damn game to begin with.”

“What?” Y/N asked, sitting up straight at Hanji’s revelation.

Hanji nodded, eyes focusing on a knot on the wood table. “I always wanted you and Miche to get together.” Her eyes flickered up, “whenever you were around each other it felt so natural. Like breathing.”

“Regardless, whatever happened in that closet with Erwin?” Levi inquired, with a tilt of his head. A blush bloomed on Y/N’s cheeks.

“What we heard was….spicey to say the least.” Hanji added. “Did you fuck the commander in seven minutes?”

Y/N laughed, “well since Erwin’s gone...I suppose I can reveal all the juicy details.”

The item felt cool and smooth in her hand. Y/N tried to focus on it, and not Nanaba who was currently in Miche’s lap. The color drained from her face when she pulled the medal out.

“Commander!” Hanji cried, their jaw hanging wide open at the pairing.

Y/N stood up, and the rush of butterflies danced in her stomach. Erwin set down his drink, and she felt his large palm on her shoulder. Leaning down his voice was low enough that only she could hear him, “by the way you’re trembling I’d say you like it when someone else is in control.”

That statement went straight to her core, as he guided her into the closet. The door closed with a click. Before her eyes could adjust to the light Erwin’s hands were on her. “Do you want me to kiss you?”

Y/N found herself nodding enthusiastically as Erwin’s breath fanned her ear. “I need to hear you say it.”

“Yes Erwin.”

“That’s Commander.” He corrected.

“Yes Commander.” She breathed as his lips latched on to her neck. He peppered kisses along her neck, turning her head he captured her lips. His kiss was demanding, and passionate. His hands were the only thing anchoring her to her body.

“How much do you want?”

Intoxicated on his kisses her mind could think of little else than him filling her. “All of it.”

“I like hearing you needy.” Erwin mused biting the junction between her neck and shoulder. “I can fuck you like this, or I can fuck you against the wall.” Erwin nipped at her ear, as she let out a small whine.

“Against the wall.” Y/N pleaded, before remembering to add, “please commander” at the end.

“Strip.” Erwin demanded, and she made quick work getting undressed.

The racket coming from the closet came as a shock to the group. “Are they…” Moblit trailed off.

“Fucking?” Levi supplied, taking another drink.

“Maybe they’re just making out?” Nanaba offered. “Y/N seems like she could be an...enthusiastic lover.”

Hanji burst out laughing, “she probably told Erwin to blow her back out.”

Y/N had no idea how much time was left as Erwin thrust into her. The stone wall he had her pressed against felt cool against her back, and the angle he was driving into her had her seeing stars. “Fuck Erwin, I’m so close.”

“Look at me when you cum.” He ordered, gripping her jaw firmly. His demand was enough to send her over he edge, “fuck Commander” she cried. By the look in his eyes he was close behind. With a few more thrusts he stilled in her. Letting her feet touch the floor he didn't let go of her until he knew she could stand. Tucking himself alway he quickly helped her get dressed.

As soon as Erwin had straightened her clothes the door flew open, and they both went back to their seats not sparing the closet or Hanji a second glance. “Did you guys just?” Hanji inquired.

“What are you trying to imply, Hanji?” Erwin’s stern expression shut them up.

“Nothing Sir.”

Hanji leaned back with a satisfied grin. “I knew it.”

Y/N shrugged, “the only other person who knew was Miche.”

Levi shook his head, “of course that bloodhound knew.” Taking another sip of his tea, “let me guess. Miche decided to mark his territory?”

Hanji’s jaw dropped, “did he?” Gripping Y/N’s arm tightly they were excited at the prospect of new gossip.

“He did.”

Eventually the party died down, and Y/N found herself in the halls next to Miche. Leaning over her she heard him sniffing. “You smell like Erwin.” He hissed.

“Nothing happened.” Y/N said tucking her hair behind her ear.

Miche gave her an incredulous look, “I can’t even smell you.” Shaking his head his fists clenched, “you can’t lie to me about this.”

Y/N folded her arms across her chest with embarrassment, “so what? We’re two consenting adults.” She said simply, “you looked cozy enough with Nanaba.”

“We didn’t even!” As the words escaped Miche’s lips his eyes widened, and he went silent.

“You didn’t have sex?” Y/N finished for him. “Let me guess she sucked your dick?” She inquired, with a knowing look. Miche ran his fingers through his hair formulating his next words. A habit that was typical for the tall man. He was never quick to choose words. They were always slow, and calculated.

“It was just a game.” He said simply. “It didn’t mean anything.”

Y/N gave him a slight nod, “exactly. It didn’t mean anything.”

“Wait so you didn’t get together that night?” Levi sat his teacup down with raised eyebrows.

Y/N shook her head, “I wouldn’t have felt right jumping from Erwin to Miche that quickly.”

“Or Miche hopping for Nanaba to you?” Levi added.

Y/N shrugged, “we knew after parting that night we both felt the same way. We wanted it to mean something when we actually decided to pursue a relationship.”

“When did you actually hook up?” Hanji inquired, resting her cheek against her palm.

A small smile pulled at Y/N’s lips as she recounted the memory.

“You wanted to see me Commander?”

Erwin’s sharp gaze flickered up at her voice. Setting the pen down he leaned back in his chair. “Any potentials among the cadets?”

The chair squeaked as she took a seat in front of his oak desk. “A couple, but none that would get along well with Miche or Levi.”

Erwin nodded thoughtfully, “perhaps I’ll give you a squad.” Shaking his head at the thought, “I’m sure Miche would be in my office first thing to complain.” Resting his elbows on his desk he seemed to be lost in thought. Y/N watched the wheels turning in his mind as silence filled the room. “I think another squad would be beneficial,” Erwin concluded. “There is something I need you to do for me,” he said standing up to grab a small packet of papers. Picking up his pen he made quick work of the forms. “Give these to Miche,” he said, handing them to her. The ink hadn’t even dried. “You’re officially a squad leader.”

Y/N’s jaw dropped, “thank you Commander.”

Erwin’s smile was genuine, “you’ll make a good leader.” He paused, debating whether or not to speak plainly. “If you could convince Miche not to storm my office that would be appreciated,” Erwin said with a chuckle. “He’s rather fond of you.”

Blinking at Erwin’s statement Y/N wondered what exactly Erwin knew. Before she could ask Erwin chose to speak first. “Relationships between officers and their subordinates have always been frowned upon,” he began his tone delicate, treading lightly. “You are no longer a subordinate,” blue eyes held a hint of mirth in them. “You’re dismissed.”

Before Y/N could respond he’d already turned his attention back to the mountains of paperwork. If she hadn’t been mistaken, Erwin had practically given her his blessing to pursue Miche. Tension in her shoulders eased. Thankfully their romp in the closet had not meant anything more then carnal desires to him as well.

Leaving Erwin’s office she made her way down the hall to Miche’s. Lightly knocking on the door she heard Miche’s voice welcoming her in. Opening the door she found Miche squatting before the fireplace throwing another log on. Emerald eyes slid up her frame, and a pleased look came across his face at her presence. “Y/N, what can I do for you?”

Thrusting the stack of papers into his hands she stuttered out, “the Commander has given me new orders.”

Miche stood up stunned at her words, quickly flipping through them fury prickling under his skin. If this was Erwin’s way of getting closer to Y/N he was prepared to challenge his orders. “He’s given you a promotion?” Miche inquired, an attempt at keeping his voice even.

“Yes, Erwin thinks we need a new squad,” Y/N explained wringing her hands. “There’s potential among the new recruits, but I don’t think you or Levi would care for them,” she explained.

Sharp eyes observed her as she spoke. “He also mentioned that I could pursue a relationship with another officer this way,” bashful eyes flickered down as she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.

Miche froze at her statement. “That will be very convenient for the two of you,” his jaw was clenched tight as he tried to contain the jealousy that boiled in his blood.

Y/N’s head snapped up at his statement. “Miche, I was talking about you.”

Miche’s eyebrows rose, “me?”

“Erwin didn’t want you busting down his door over this,” Y/N explained. “He was giving us his blessing as our Commanding officer.”

Miche took a step closer to her sparks at the tips of his fingers as he reached out to touch her. “You want this?” He inquired, his large hand cupping her cheek.

“Ever since I met you,” she confessed leaning into his touch. Leaning down he pressed a kiss to her lips. Hands sliding down her body to lift her off the ground.

Large hands gripped her thighs as he sat her on the edge of the desk. Groping the soft flesh his lips worked against hers. Fingers carded through his hair as he deepened the kiss. His tongue slid against hers, and she took the opportunity to suck on it. This only made him more eager, leaning into her as she pulled him closer. His hands slid up to her hips pulling her against his thigh encouraging her to grind against him. A soft moan escaped her throat as she rutted against his leg. “That’s my girl,” he murmured against her lips. Dragging his lips against her neck she felt him trail kisses to the crook of her neck. A sharp pain had her arching into him as he bit down. Nails dug into his biceps as he soothed the bite mark with his tongue.

“Fuck you’re intoxicating,” he said inhailing her scent. Reaching for her ODM straps she quickly started removing them, and he made quick work of his own. Tugging at her shirt for approval she grabbed it by the hem peeling it off. Miche groaned at the sight of her flesh. Soft and supple in all the right places. Calloused fingers traced the plains of her body. Shuttering under his touch she tugged at the hem of his shirt feeling vulnerable under his gaze. Pulling his shirt off he let it fall to the floor somewhere at his feet. Removing the fabric covering her breasts his eyes were eager to drink her in, greedy for anything she was willing to give him. Her soft hands traced his stomach muscles, lust filled eyes taking in his pecks eager to watch them move under his skin.

Her breasts filled the palm of his hands. The weight feeling like heaven in his hands. A sharp inhale ignited a fire in him as he brushed his thumb against her nipple. Sensitive to his touch he captured one in his mouth as he rolled the other with his thumb. Her hands found purchase in his hair as needy whimpers escaped her lips. “Miche,” she pleaded, as he released her breast to pay attention to her other. He’d pushed her back against his desk as he continued his slow ministrations. Pulling soft pleas from her lips he felt her hips wiggle desperate to grind against him. “I’m going to make you feel good baby,” he said, kissing her navel. “Can you be a good girl and sit on my face?”

(E/C) eyes opened wide, as she nodded eagerly. Helping her out of the rest of her clothes she straddled his face. Engulfed in her scent he was desperate to taste her. Gripping the junction of her hips and thighs he pulled down so she was seated on his face, as he desperately lapped at her clit. Her juices were sweet on his tongue with a refreshing aftertaste.

Gripping the edge of the desk she rocked her hips chasing that high. “Shit Miche,” she said with a blissful sigh. Slipping his fingers into her he started working her over to accommodate him. When he started sucking on her bundle of nerves the stimulation became too much. Clamping around his fingers, her juices coated his face and he made sure to lick up as much as he could.

“Let me make you feel good Miche,” she purred as she settled between his thighs. Sitting up with his back against the desk to get a better view she gave his velvety head a few strokes before sucking him between her lips. Throwing his head back at the sudden suction. Eager to watch her lips on his cock he brushed her hair into his hands softly guiding her further down his shaft. “Fuck Y/N, just like that.”

Humming against his shaft his grip tightened on her hair. Heady eyes focused on the hypnotic bob of her head. The occasional “pop” when he slipped out of her mouth driving him wild. Long fingers reached between her legs to toy with her folds as she sucked him off. “I want to feel that pretty pussy wrapped around me,” he breathed.

Releasing him she climbed onto his lap, so she was straddling his hips. “You ready,” he asked, tucking a few strands of hair behind her ear. She nodded eagerly, “are you?” Giving her a deep kiss he murmured against her lips, “I’ve wanted this for a long time.” He confessed.

“Me too,” she said, kissing the tip of his nose.

Grabbing his dick she guided him into her. She was tight as he felt him pressing into her entrance. “It’ll fit,” she assured, dragging him through her slick. “I like the stretch,” she said with a groan as she finally sank onto his length. His fingers dug into the fat of her ass as she adjusted to him. His forehead buried in the crook of her neck as he tried to focus on anything but cumming.

Slowly she started to rock her hips finding the angle she craved. “Fuck you’re tight,” he grunted feeling her walls grip him. “Touch yourself,” he commanded. Watching her fingers slip down her body to her bundle of nerves. Pupils blown wide he took in the steady rock or her body, the bouncing of her breasts and the ecstasy that was painted on her face. “I like seeing you get yourself off on my cock.”

He felt her throbbing on him as her orgasm shook through her body. Gripping her hips he started thrusting into her to fuck her through her orgasm. Her soft cries carrying him further to his own release. Pulling out he came over her thighs. He had her hips in an iron grip as he came down from his own high. Sitting her down on the floor her grabbed a towel to clean her up.

Her shapely thighs were still shaking from her orgasm as he cleaned his seed from her. Carrying her to the bed that was attached to his office he laid them both down, pulling her on top of his chest. Running his fingers down her back they let a comfortable silence fall as they basked in each other’s presence.

Y/N made her way back up the stairs of the keep. Levi and Hanji had gone to bed a little while ago, and had left her to her own memories. Opening the door to the room she shared with Miche she’d expected to see him filling out paperwork at his desk, but found the room cold and empty with the ghost of his memory.

Dragging her hand across the desk she hoped to bring that night back, but was disappointed to find herself alone. She thought back to what he told her.

“We’ll always find each other. In this life and in the next.”

#Miche zacharius #miche zacharius x reader #Mike Zacharias #mike zacharias x reader #mike zacharias x y/n #miche zacharius x y/n #erwin smith x reader

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lostinwildflowers · 3 years

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Get Me a Cowboy

Mike Zacharius x Reader

Summary:

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: Western themed, swearing

A/N: NEMOOOOOOO. Lemme just say, I died when I saw this request. LIKE I WAS NONEXISTENT. I am so sorry for y’all who go to read this and have no idea what’s happening, just lemme indulge in some good ole ranch horse stuffs. I hope you enjoy this big strong man for you :) Luv you auzzie mum(Edit: now that I’m done writing this, it could have been so much better but I need to post something so here you go) -Birch <3

It wasn’t supposed to be this big of a party, but you knew Erwin Smith couldn’t help but invite all of his friends to his biggest auction of the year. Smith’s Quarter Horses had one of the biggest sales for 3-year-old stud colts and fillies.

Every year, a huge sale went on at Big River Ranch, and people from all across the country would show up to get a look at some of the finest stock around. Erwin had many trainers and ranch hands, keeping around 250 head on the ranch throughout the year.

Big River had around a dozen stud horses- big, muscular stallions with long, flowing manes and tails. The rest of the farm was made up of broodmares and their foals, yearlings, 2-3 year olds, and the working show horses.

Erwin’s head trainers consisted of Levi Ackerman, Hanji Zoe, and Mike Zacharius. Levi specialized in weaning foals from their mothers at 6 months, he knew how to build a connection with them when it came to halter breaking them and teaching them ground manners.

Hanji was the crazy one who liked to break the 2-3 year olds, jumping on a colt that would start bucking any minute was their thrill. Now the last cowboy, Mike, well he was the one who showed the ones that stuck around the farm.

Someone had to keep the prestige of the facility up, so Mike would take a trailer of horses to all the shows across the country, winning all the buckles and cash that he could.

He would help Hanji every spring with the young colts and fillies, as there were always a lot of horses to get through, and they had to be top of the line for the auction the following year.

Now, for this auction, Erwin invited everyone from around town and fellow trainers across state borders to come to his ranch. This was the one night of the year where he made all of his bank, and it was all riding on the shoulders of his top trainers.

It was around 7 p.m. and the party was really starting to hit it off. Drinks were being passed around, and the ramble of the auctioneer in the background blended with the calls of men bidding on the current weanlings up for sale.

You were wandering around the aisles of the horses for sale that night, cooing and awing at the small yearlings, before traveling to the aisles where some of the trained and broke show horses were. You were sure you were going to be leaving that night with a horse, but you didn’t have a particular one in mind, just one that you would be able to ride in the following weeks.

A few short strides bring you up to the stall of a bay gelding, the name on the front of his stall door reading “Cody”. You smile at the big horse, he was easily 16 hands at the withers. He was certainly nice-looking, but he was a worn-out show horse who had spent many years carrying kids around the show pen.

The horse next to Cody was a shorter, chestnut-colored mare by the name of Pepper. She was only 14.3 at the withers, much smaller than Cody, and could almost be considered a pony. Pepper nickered gently as you put your hand up to the bars, but she pulled away at the sound of spurs coming around the corner.

A tall figure in a tan straw hat came into view, and you pulled your hands away quickly from the bars. Pale blue eyes lock with your own (colored) ones and you gulp as you step away from the short mare.

“I was just looking,” you squeak out as you regard the cowboy in front of you. He was tall, very tall in fact, somewhere around six foot. You caught sight of blonde hair pushed back under the hat and the faint shadow of facial hair.

The cowboy struts over to you before sliding the door open to the stall with ease. You blink at him before calling out, “Hey, outsiders aren’t allowed to go in the stalls you know. If you don’t get out right now then I’ll-”

“Then you’ll what, sweetheart?” the drawl comes. His voice is low and as smooth as honey, his sharp blue eyes flashing at you as he smirks at your frame from the inside of the stall.

You narrow your eyes and huff out, “I’ll have to find someone who runs this place to reprimand you! People can’t just go in and tinker with the horses as they please! You could be trying to dope them before the sale!”

The unnamed cowboy looks at you for a second before laughing, leaning up against Pepper as the small mare sniffed at him. He looks at you when he notices you aren’t laughing before leaning up against the bars of the stall and saying, “You really don’t know who I am, huh?”

You regard him wearily, hands clenching at your sides as you glare at the tall man in front of you. The man just gives another chuckle before patting the mare once on the neck and sliding out of the stall.

He takes his hat off swiftly, waving it in front of you as he bows poshly and says, “Mike Zacharius at your service, ma’am.”

A gasp catches in your throat as you gaze upon the renowned horse trainer, and you can’t help the embarrassed flush that crawls up your neck and onto your cheeks.

“I- I-,” you try to stutter out, “I had no idea, I’m so sorry for accusing you. I really care about the welfare of the horses, that’s all.”

Mike stands up straight and slides his hat back on with a smirk and shrugs at you, “I can tell. Would you like to see her in action?”

You blink in confusion as you look at him, too busy looking at the handsome features of his face to realize he asked you a question. He quirks one eyebrow at you as Pepper lifts her short neck up and over his shoulder to peer out of her stall at you.

You shake your head quickly to clear your thoughts before nodding out, “Oh, yeah! I would love to see what she can do! From the pamphlet, it says she’s a cutting horse? Is that correct?”

Mike nods at you while slipping Pepper’s halter on, the short mare sneezing softly as he fastened the buckle. “Yeah,” he replies as he guides her out of the stall, “She’s four, so she’s only been under saddle for about a year and a half, and we took her to a few shows in the spring and she did really well.”

You listen to him as he tells you how she was super athletic, and they had recently started training her in the reining.

“She’s got a really strong back end on her,” Mike grunts out as he tosses a saddle onto her back, leaning down to tighten the cinch on the short mare. “Pepper’s a huge stopper, slides easily 20-30 feet when you let her hit full gallop.”

You blink in surprise as you look at the small and friendly mare before replying, “That’s really impressive for a cutting horse. How is she on cows? I know you said you showed her, but is she really cowy?”

Mike shrugs again as he slides on the bridle onto the mares head before turning to you. “She’s solid on them, she doesn’t spook at them, but she isn’t lazy around them either. She picks up on when the cow is going to move pretty quickly.”

You fall into step as the cowboy leads both you and the small mare into a round pen just outside the barn. There were a group of dressed-up himbo cowgirls leaning on the ringside, and you can’t help but cringe as they start calling out to Mike.

He just ignores them and shoots you a glance as to say, typical himbos. Mike gives you a cheeky grin as you both chuckle at the girls, footsteps leading you to the side of the corral.

Mike shuts the gate behind him as the girls all sigh dreamily as he starts lunging Pepper on one rein. He allows the mare to trot each direction on the short length of the rein, making sure she was sound and listening before he got on her.

One of the girls on the rail squeak out, “Wow, he really knows how to handle his horses.” Another girl calls out, “Mike, you look so good with that horse!” The last shrill comes out, “C’mon girls, he looks good on any horse or anything!”

You inwardly groan at the flirty comments made next to you as you watch Mike ride Pepper around. He wasn’t wrong about the mare, she was a pretty mover and carried herself very nicely.

You call out to him as he rides by and you say, “Hey, can you stop her a few times? I want to see how she hits the ground with her back legs.”

Mike doesn’t give you any confirmation that he heard you, but soon he turns into the center of the pen, kicks his feet out in the stirrups, and allows Pepper to slide across the corral into a sliding stop.

The girls start hooting and hollering as the dust puffs up around Mike, and you let a whistle slide past your lips as you cheer at the cowboy. Pepper stands huffing at the end of the stop, ears flickering until they catch onto where the whistle is coming from.

Mike reaches down to give her a soft pat on the neck before stepping off of her and onto the ground. The other girls start to open to pen to flock around him, but you beat them by hopping over the side of the round pen and jogging up to Mike with a smile.

“That was great! Pepper really knows how to handle herself,” you puff out as you stroke Pepper’s white blaze softly, shooting a quick glance up at the handsome cowboy.

Mike gives you a smirk back in return and says, “You wanna try her out?” You go to respond to him, but are cut off by the stampede of girls flocking around you and Mike.

Pepper pins her ears as two of the girls accidentally bump into her from behind, and she cranes her neck to bite at them as you are shoved into Mike’s chest.

Large hands find your hips, steadying you as stumble a few more steps, Pepper’s rein hitting the ground as it slides from your fingers. Mike tucks you under his arm swiftly as he looks at the girls surrounding the two of you.

“Now ladies,” he drawls out, “Is that any way to treat the lady of the hour?” You don’t quite catch what Mike was going for, so you opt for a simple smile as the girls all glare at you.

One of the girls goes to jump on Mike’s other arm, the one that had been handing you Pepper, before the small mare lunges forward, biting at the girl’s hair and tugging her to the ground.

You have to stifle a laugh as Pepper spits at the taste of hairspray, and you lean forward to grab the dangling rein. When you turn to gauge Mike’s reaction, he’s swinging a leg back over Pepper, offering you a hand.

Your (colored) orbs gaze up at him, the shadow cast down from his cowboy hat shielding his eyes from the onlooking girls. With a cheeky grin, you toss the rein over Pepper’s neck and grab a hold of the outstretched hand.

Mike helps swing you onto his lap before tipping his hat to the ladies and saying, “Farewell, ladies.” And at that, he guides Pepper out of the arena and out to the fields dotted with cows in the distance.

I guess sometimes you can ride off into the sunset with a handsome cowboy.

#mike zacharias x reader #mike zacharias x you #mike zacharias x y/n #miche zacharias x reader #miche zacharias x you #miche zacharias x y/n #mike zacharias #miche zacharias #mike #miche #zacharias #miche x reader #miche x you #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan x you #shingeki no kyojin x reader #shingeki no kyoujin

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m-jelly · 8 months

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@2moth-anon2 Requested.

Double dessert

Erwin x fem!Reader x Mike

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You whimpered. "Mike."

Mike chuckled. "You love it, baby."

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

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

"What a good girl."

You mewled. "I am a good girl."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You whined at Erwin. "Erwin."

Erwin softly kissed you. "Talk to me."

"M-more."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Love you so much."

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bren-heron · 2 years

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Erwin, Miche and Reiner as cheerleaders headcanons

wc: 392 w.

fandom: Attack On Titan

characters: Erwin Smith, Miche Zacharius and Reiner Braun.

warnings: can get a lil' spicy IF YOU WANT ;)

note: I'd like to clarify that it's not my intention to sexualize this sport or the people who practice it, it´s just something i've been thinking about lately.

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Ok now hear me ouuut. Erwin, Miche and Reiner as cheerleaders, I know usually people headcanon these 3 men as either the college!fuckboy-popular-lacrosse slash football-player or the hot teacher/dilf lol, and that a lot of people link up "cheerleader" as little high school 'all american dolls' girls that are skinny, pretty and bimbos, but people never realize the arduous training that cheers do.

For starters, let´s talk about COMPETITIVE CHEERLEADING, It´s so hardcore and difficult and it´s a sport that requires a lot of people with different body shapes, weights, skills and strength, and people usually gloss over the fact that you literally need super strong 6' very muscly men to do a lot of the stunts.

Reiner and Erwin are both 1.88 (6'2) so they could be in each side of the flyer just bending their knees so they can grab their feet (grey shirt guys). My boy Mike is around 1.96 jesus (6'4) so he can be in the back of the flyer being the main base (red shirt guy) while he´s just helping them to do all the work, basically.

And I can reaaaallyyy see them working very good with this dynamic, it suits each of their personalities if you think about it. Erwin is the one that directs the movements, designs the choreographies, he coaches and guides everybody, Reiner is there bc you need beefy boys and honestly he just applied to the cheerleading club of his college bc he wanted to meet pretty petite girls, but eventually fell in love with the sport, and then there's papa Mike, who's your main support with all his strength and height, who catches you first if you slip, you trust him a 100% and it just works perfectly.

If you are not convinced yet just imagine these 3 catching you when you need to go down after a stunt in the air, you know that requires for them to put their bodies together at the same time so you get stuck between them and your body doesn´t touch the floor, right? Just imagine all the physical contact, the shirtless sessions, the 'all time eye contact' over your body so nothing goes wrong, the way they need to know your body perfectly so everything goes well, the way they overprotect you bc your life is practically in their hands and you trust them with it.

God, I think I need sum water.

#cheerleading #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #erwin smith #mike zacharias #reiner braun #erwin hcs #reiner x reader #erwin x y/n #reiner braun x reader #miche zacharius x you #miche headcanons #miche zacharius smut #erwin smut

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chaotic-nick · 1 year

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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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yourlocalquing · 2 years

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Mike x reader: Consoling moments

Rating: PG, warnings: mention of mourning

Gn!reader

~read under the cut~

Mike comforting you

Whenever he sees you looking quite down, he knows you're not feeling your best, but he still wants to make sure, so he gently hugs you from behind, nuzzling your hair to see any signs of sadness in your scent. So you're sad? He silently peeks to your face, his blue eyes gleam in question. *Why are you sad?* His warm hands rub on your arms and his lips gently brush on your temple, leaving a kiss before he whispers in your ear that it makes his heart sink to see you like this. He asks you if you'd like to hear funny stories about him killing Titans and adventures he has had with his squad mates. He wraps a blanket around you both and holds you securely, cradling you and calmly narrating you his stories. You laugh to his funny shenanigans with Nanaba, Gelgar and even Hange and Levi, and he attacks you with kisses on your cheeks and neck, being happy that you cheered up.

You comforting him

You rarely find him crying, but the times he tears up for his fallen comrades are not that rare. There are days he's even gloomier about it than others. The threat of the Titans scars the Survey Corps every day that passes but he wants to fight and remain strong. And there are moments that he breaks, whenever he's in private. You check in his room through a crevice of the door, and you find his massive height curled up on the bed. He hugs his knees and silently weeps. He turns when he hears the door creaking. You excuse yourself as you enter. He doesn't say a word, he just keeps on looking in the void. You sit at the edge of the bed. If you try to say any words to console him, he won't say a thing, but he will definitely appreciate it. You look in his face, his eyelashes shine with tear droplets. His gaze is raised to you, eyes appearing larger than usually. He's glad you're there with him. Your hand wipes his tears and caresses his cheek. He holds your hand against his face. You feel his head resting on your leg. Your fingers run through his soft, golden locks. This relaxes him and actually puts him to sleep. He needs rest after a tough day, and he also needs you by his side.

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jojothembo · 3 years

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The body electric (Priest! Erwin x AFAB reader x Archbishop!Mike)

I made a playlist for this one oops

TW: blasphemy, rough sex, double penetration, AFAB reader gender neutral pronouns

“Such a greedy little dove like you? A desperate little whore begging for mercy? I’d like to see you try a little harder for me dearest.” you hated the games he played with you but you couldn’t help but fall into the silken sin of his web, the web that he knows you’re wrapped up in, waiting in anticipation, waiting for the next licentious vehement to pour from his lips, just to hang on to each and every one of them. You were his, indefinitely.

“Father please, what if we get caught this time.”

“You know I keep an eye out.”

“I hate that you're reckless.” You clutched the rosary a little tighter trying to deny the heating of your skin,

“You hate that I’m careful my dove.”

he was right you hated that he knew how to cover his tracks, but damn if you didn’t love being his best-kept secret.

“ I know you think about me at night, all the dirty little thoughts, you probably touch yourself to the thought of me don’t you angel.”

You could hear the gentle rustling of his pants and belt through the veil thin walls for the confessional, your mind began buzzing in a pool of arousal and shame, equal parts intoxicating and damned, you hear the low hum of his voice, watching his neck grow slack behind him through the woven partition separating the flesh from the fervent, palpable desire.

“Would you indulge me, my dear, I want to hear you.”

the rustling of cloth was all the evidence you needed to know what he was doing on the other side of the thin veil that stood between the flesh. You watched out of the extent of your peripheral as he began to stroke his cock, your hands finding their way under your clothes, letting out a belated sigh, finally addressing the heat rising in your core, trying to follow his strokes as your voice finds an octave fit for hells choirs, bittersweet and rich with longing.

“Fuck angel I can’t take this anymore.”

your ministrations came to a grinding halt as you heard a zipper pull as he exits the confines of the booth, just to swing the door open where you sat. His eyes shot with hunger as he peered into the decadence in front of him, you, his angel on full display, touching themselves to the sound of his deep, honeyed voice. He closes the small gap between you, gripping your wrist

“Can you feel what you’ve done to me? Answer me.”

He guided your palm to the front of his pants playing your fingers like a puppet against the obvious bulge, you could feel the tension flush across your skin, you couldn’t look him in the eyes with sin coursing under your clothes, running through your veins, listening to the words that fell off his lips with a dangerous coating of venom and lust. He moaned as you decided to take initiative attending to his stiffened cock

“Is this alright father?.” you shot him a shy glance laced in deep desire, Erwin groans into the palm of your hand as you felt his fingers trace the structure of your face, trying to paint the shape of your body underneath, wanting to disrobe you of your saint-like disguise

“You’ve done this to me and I expect you to fix it. Now tell father how badly you need his cock.” the dominant shift in his voice made you weak in the knees as he spoke his commands and as his humble muse you of course oblige

“I - I can’t get you out of my head father please.”

“Please what, my sweet dove?”

he wasn’t willing to give in until you spoke the commandments of your flesh, the divine rule of your craving you heed to his teasing

“Father please, fuck me, ruin me, please just touch me I need you.”

“How about I devour you first my angel?”

He kneels down before you and presses his large palms against your knees, ushering them open, training his fingertips up to your thighs, pulling them towards his face in a brisk movement leaving your already unbuttoned plants to attend to. “Mind if I?”

you nodded your head yes, a million times yes as he slipped the fabric off your legs and off your ankles, removing your shoes leaving you in nothing but your shirt and rosary. He lifts your ankle to his shoulder, never breaking the unabashed gaze of carnal ache before delving into your sex with dangerous fervor.

“How I’ve missed your taste.”

his tongue makes a long stripe as he closes his eyes, savoring what was heaven-sent. Your head falls back against the box as your breathing is reduced to nothing but fast hitches and pants, his mouth performing oral acrobatics on your sex made you press crescent nail marks onto the wood beneath you.

You ran your fingers through the well-kept blond strands, watching him eat and suck like a starved man, his eyes catching your body and spirit in heat.

“Ah f-father please im-” he could sense the scorching hot release approaching on his tongue

“cum for me angel you can do it,”

he begged into your sex as you felt the white-hot surge crash over your body in waves. Your eyes meet his, gazing at his slick coated lips causing your hunger to come back even stronger

“More, father, please give me more!”

you heaved out of your slightly disheveled frame and That was all he needed to execute his plans to come

“Come here, my dear.”

he places himself back on his feet, scooping your body bridal style with his eye on the altar table down the long aisle behind him before placing his gaze back on your body.

“I want to see you against the light, where you belong darling.”

he walks you down with his prize, brushing the plastered strands of hair from your face before letting your back hit the polished marble, brushed clean of its regalia with one arm, as you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to the seething heat of your core, begging to be tended to, he snickers at the pathetic display, the virginal white of your top revealing patches of heated, flushed skin as hands place purchase on your hips, his cock hard against your sex

“Father I’ll let you do anything you want, just please touch me!”

“ you dare to let me take you up on that offer, my angel.”

you feel yourself being filled with his thick cock as the veins drag against your walls, his pace is deep and slow, getting you adjusted to his size before plunging into the depth of your heat making your legs grip his waist tighter than ever, the way the candles gleamed of your skin as you were held down by the image of a once godly man, fucking you into the marble slab, the night stars peek through the stained glass illuminating the beads of sweat dripping off your body, Erwin grips the sides of your neck causing your sporadic breathing and moans to be reduced to nothing but whimpers and strains, he leans in, pressing a hungry kiss on your lips

“ I’d fuck you from behind but I wouldn’t be able to see those gorgeous eyes~”

your pupils practically shot your eyes to black at his words, as you felt him ram himself up to your hilt. His strokes slowly work their way to a brutal thrust, with a deep and punishing pace filling you completely as he slams into you, feeling yourself being stretched with animalistic intention and unadulterated frenzy and hunger as his eyes devoured your euphoria

“ I want to see your face when I’m finished corrupting you, my angel” the sound of hot-blooded pounding that bounced of the walls of the cathedral the heat melted from your core and left you slick with liquor between your legs, as Father Erwin listened to you whine and moan underneath his broad frame. Buttons a mess, his blond locks plastered to his forehead, this moment had to have been the paradise they spoke of in the pews

“Father, please! Someone could hear us.” and hear you, someone did

“Let them, you wanted to be a little whore right? Anything I wanted right? Ah-mmh you wanna get back on your word angel?”

“No! I’m just-I ahh fuck! Father!”

you saw a body out of the corner of your eye, your pupils blown in a state of shock as a tall figure walked the aisle.

“Am I interrupting something, Father Smith?”

And there he was, the archbishop, standing before debauchery in the house of prayer. You were terrified of the nonchalance in his tone was sickeningly sweet and all you could do was lay there defenseless until you felt Father Smith yanked you up by your wrist, you instinctively clutched to his broad chest still encased in loosened buttons. You feel Erwin’s fingers trace your neck, turning your eyes to him as he spoke to Mike

“No, but you might be able to help us.”

your cheeks heat up thinking of two men of the cloth having their way with your body, you can't fight the excitement in your body much longer as the archbishop approaches you on display like his final supper, his footsteps echo as he circles in for the kill around the alter to slip off the tousled fabric of your unbuttoned shirt

“No one can ever find out about this, do you understand my dearest.”

You nod your head yes as his nimble fingers dance along your collarbone, looking down on your body, letting his eyes prey upon your chest and hips, his heavy build looming over your helpless, suddenly two sets of hands explore up and down your body Erwin working up your thighs, Mike toying with the hardened buds on your chest you were in utter bliss, this moment must have been the heaven that so many spoke of. Mike traced his fingers under your chin, tilting your head back to look at him.

“I always had a feeling about you ya know, I knew you were no angel the moment I saw you.”

Your legs started to shake as you felt Erwin's hands travel back in between them

“You wanna try them out?”

“Your too kind Father, but ill let you finish besides, ill get to use that pretty little mouth of yours won’t I?” he spoke while keeping your gaze locked with his, you tilt your head back as his hands work to quickly free his cock, you were intimidated by the position but you couldn’t well down the excitement it brought as both men situated themselves in alignment with your body.

Erwin wastes no time plunging back into you, you moan into the stretching in your loins but it’s cut off by Mike’s cock darting into your open mouth as your head lay off the alter, Mike gripped your throat as he began to slowly push himself into your mouth, your moans vibrating around the base of his cock, your tongue trying its best to trace figure-eights around the tip when he fucked your face, all the while Erwin’s fervid hunger being translated through his vicious thrusts, you could feel and hear the desperation from both of their sighs, and grunts. Both men ravaging you like animals in heat under the moonbeams that peaked through the stained glass. You rocked back and forth between them before they both spilled inside you, the hedonistic demands of your body being fulfilled left you a mess underneath the two as they pulled away to admire their corrupt little angel, holes leaking with godly flux, and nectar. You look around with glassy eyes as both men peer into you as if they were still starved, had they not had enough?

“Oh, angel” Erwin spoke, “ you didn’t think we were done did you?”

You tried to hold yourself back up as you heard Mike’s footsteps circle back around the altar,

Kneeling down where Erwin stood

“Put me out of my misery and open those pretty legs for me.”

Mike delves into your already shaking legs as his tongue goes to work, he works in slow circles, giving a light chuckle into your sex hearing your desperate, overstimulated gripes, and cries while his thick fingers went to pry open the spill of cum from your hole, Father Erwin behind him fisting his cock to the sight,

“Excited already? let me help.” his hand goes straight to Erwin’s cock beginning to pump the base, Erwin moans into his hand as he watches the man work the both of you with a burning appetite.

“Move closer Father~” Erin obliges as Mike’s mouth left your sex and found its way to Erwins cock. He still made haste working you with his fingers as he tended to the both of you working both your exhausted bodies to the brink of release before coming to a grinding halt looking up at both of you

“The both of you will cum again when I’m good and ready, now get back on the table, them in the middle.” Erwin fixed himself behind you, hard cock pressed against your ass as you watched Mike climb to join you fixing your legs open so Erwin pressed against your ass while Mike prodded against your sex, begging to be let in, you felt them both push you open as you clutched one arm around each of them, pulling all three bodies to completion as the slow rock back and forth inside you, all inhibitions feeding into the eroticism of blasphemy, clenching and squeezing around two thick cocks as they both plunge to your hilt

this wasn’t just for carnal kicks, at that moment this was god

“Louder angel~ let everyone know what a slut you are!”

Mike slurred into your skin watching you bounce on Father Erwins cock, guiding your hips down into his violent pace, you’re watched with glazed-over eyes as you were handled by two honest men; if only the judge and jury were present to witness the threesome of an ever so guilty party, you felt Erwin’s lips trace up your neck as he purred into your sweat-slicked skin.

“Such an obedient little angel we have~” flashing his deep blue eyes pierced through Mike earning a very harsh thrust from Mike looking deeply into his eyes Mike gripped your chin

“Tell me angel, tell me how good father Smith and I make you feel.”

“Ah! please! I-fuck it feels so good~” your nails scraped down their backs giving them both hot jolts of electricity

“Mmh~ that’s my good little slut, such a pretty young thing you are.” Mike’s praises lacquered in desire

“So good for us my angel.” Erwin’s words equally dripping with paradise

“Please, please I’m so close! Please let me cum!”

“You’ve both done so well- mmh- cum for me cum for me now!”

And there it was that same white-hot surge amplified by gluttonous praise as the hunger is finally satiated, your felt your weather limps start to wobble as the grasp on your body is tightened, keeping you close, you’re showered with sweet nothings and kisses as your bodies untangle, looking at each other in the sky of the slow aging night which you never wanted to end

“Let us take you to bed, I couldn’t possibly sleep without those hips pressed against mine” Mike spoke brushing the sweat plastered hair from your forehead.

“And y/n, don't you dare think about leaving in the morning.” you felt him press a kiss into your temple as Erwin carries your drained body to Mike’s chambers for the evening.

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so this was my first aot fic i hope yall like sexy priest as much as i do. i also might have done this out of spite of the bitches in the god fandom that got me banned on tik tok but whatever i hope you like it this one took me a minute.

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