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▊▏AOT CHARACTERS WITH A CHUBBY OR PLUS SIZE SIGNIFICANT OTHER.
featuring. erwin smith, levi ackerman, hange zoë, miche zacharius, eren jaeger, armin arlert, jean kirschtein, bertholdt hoover.
note. this took me a hysterically long time to post because i didn’t want these headcanons to come off as sexual. i decided to post it anyway since i wrote this as non-sexual. i’m plus sized myself so i wrote it from my pov. as always, insight is always welcome (*˘︶˘*).｡.:*♡
Erwin doesn’t outwardly proclaim his preference for a specific part of your body. However, if his hand does tend to stray towards your hips to gently squeeze and bring you closer to him while cuddling in bed, then you don’t mention it at all.
Levi isn't one to care about a person's appearance. It would be hypocritical since he's already shorter than the average man. Levi likes hugs, but only when you give them. It’s a warm embrace that he didn’t get much while growing up. He also constantly has a hand on you in a reassuring way that confirms that you’re with him. If you’re taller than him, he’ll keep an arm around your waist. If you’re shorter or a similar height to him, he’ll sling an arm around your shoulders.
Hange loves your thighs. If Hange could live forever in between your thighs, then they would do so without a second thought.
Miche constantly has his hands on you. He tends to squeeze and pinch whatever is closest to him when you’re near. Your cheeks, hips, and butt are the frequent victims.
Eren likes holding your hands. Your hands are soft and squishy — a perfect contrast against his calloused hands after years of work and training. While he is holding onto your hand, he squeezes it every so often.
Armin is a sucker for your cuddles, especially after a long and draining day. He’s definitely a little spoon.
Jean loves your stretch marks. The new and old ones that mark your thighs, stomach, buttocks, and chest are all beautiful and get loved equally by him.
Bertholdt loves hip dips. While cuddling, he will run his hand up and down over your hip dips. It’s a habit he picked up early on in your relationship and he does it absentmindedly. (You definitely notice though, but stay silent out of fear that he’ll stop.)
DID Y’ALL HEAR ANON OR DO THEY HAVE TO REPEAT THEMSELVES????
Hange my beloved + thigh riding
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Commander Hange often called you to their office, with the excuse that they need your help with something. You knew too damn well what Hange needed, always excited to help your commander. You would knock on the door, bow your head politely as you walked in, Hange watching you with a smile. One would think you would sit across from her, but you always chose the seat on the other side of the desk. Sometimes, Hange was tired and frustrated, so you would get on your knees, tongue out as you unzipped their pants, no words needed between the both of you.
Usually, they would ask you to sit on their lap. You shared a few kisses, some love marks where no one could see, before they went back to their paperwork. And you, their needy scout, would just stay in your commander’s lap, grinding against their thigh so desperately. You knew you wouldn’t get the attention you begged for, not until they were done working.
You didn’t mind at all though, because you knew all the attention you’d get later was worth rubbing your clothed clit against their thigh, moaning softly in their ear to tease Hange until they started breathing heavily. And oh, how you loved that every time you got closer to your orgasm, hips rocking shakily, soft whispers of their name getting louder, they would make you stop, bending you over the cold desk so they could finally chase their own orgasm after all of your silly teasing.
Commander Hange always gets what they want. And if that’s you, in the middle of the night, they’ll have it.
What: Miche breeds his fiancée while his friends join the merriment.
mdni | mlist1 | mlist2 | f!reader x Miche x Erwin x Zeke SMUT one-shot; breeding, anal, rough, air tight, tit fucking, come play, overstimulation, thumb in the bum, MM/MF/MMMF interactions, dark content/thoughts/lizard brain breeder bull possessiveness, au! just to be clear, vaginal and anal creampies, hair pulling, dummy thicc big dicc everywhere because size kink intended, oral, spit as lube, dom/sub/switching, degredation/humiliation, praise, objectification, pool sex, public sex, voyeurism/exhibitionism, Daddy
Requests this covers are below the cut.
WC: 1455
🍨 38: cup | spumoni & pistachio | 🥜🍍🥞🌶️dp😏 | orange cream = F | Zeke & Erwin | group + pain + praise + 🌶️dp | my choice of tone.
🍨 54: cup | pistachio & mint choco chip: Miche | 🦄🌶️ | boysenberry = F | Erwin & Miche | dp + 🌶️ unspecified | playful//mischievous.
Two from @pepsiblood0685 💖: 🧠 Miche breeding - gentle/rough/begging; & 🧠 Miche x Erwin x f!reader trio.
Miche's eyes connect with yours as you sink your folds down his length, jaw drawn back with his grasping fingers holding your gaze in one hand while the other guides your hip back to his own, fucking into you from behind. The girth smears the heated cream from your cunt as he works his way inside, stimulating your walls enough to draw a mewl from your lungs, ending in a soft hiccuping of ‘fuck.’
“Poor thing. Are you full? You’re only going to get stuffed more. Better get used to it, needy thing.”
He takes pity in the form of strumming your clitoris with his middle finger, the calloused digit inscribing volts of pleasure to your rippling walls. You squirm and attempt to draw your knees in with your ankles out to sink back fully onto his length as much as you think you can shove him. You just need him closer.
This brings your chest down onto Zeke’s erection, velvet rod slick with precome as he juts between the soft plumpness of your breasts. Miche’s hands recede from your body, replaced by Zeke’s lithe fingers plucking your nipples around his cock, hitching your knee higher to make it easier for Erwin to-
“Fuck!”
“Shh, it’s ok. Let him in there, sweetheart. I’ll keep a good eye on him. I know how to make him mind.”
He grabs Erwin's jaw to drag him back for a dominating, nipping kiss that commands his obedience before he barrages past the already prepared muscles of your tush. You wrap your arms around Zeke’s hips as he ruts his cock against your boobs to brace your body better for Erwin to enter steadily. He nudges his head in before he takes a moment to swirl a decent drop of spit to add to the lube coalescing around where he splits you. Miche has stilled, holding Erwin up and back by the root of his blonde hair to control his pace while the other braces along the curvature of his abdomen, lightly applying pressure to the sensitive area below Erwin’s ribs.
Mind, he does. He minds how perfectly your ass swallows the head of his cock, disappearing into the plush flesh agonizingly slowly.
“I know you’re still pent up from watching us earlier.”
Erwin grunts a reluctant confirmation.
“You took her in the pool in front of everyone without anyone noticing. Just her little giggles and sighs as she sipped those cocktails with you behind her. I had to run to the bathroom just to calm down, I was so hard.”
“Not my fault. I couldn’t help it when she backed up against me. It was the best place to hide my dick at the time once she got me turned on. Fuckin’ minx.”
Erwin is halfway in when Zeke adds his two cents of recollection.
“Nah, it was pretty obvious to me what was going on. She gets this really intense blush on her chest all the way to her nipples under her suit top. Makes you just wanna paint these tits because they’re so goddamn luscious. Pretty fuckin’ baby. Taking those cocks so well. Are you and Miche still trying to get pregnant or can I come in that cunt later?”
“Just for that question, you get to come first, Jaeger, but you’re not allowed to get up.”
Erwin is fully in you now and Zeke keeps up his languid humping as a whiny moan leaves him when he realizes how stretched you are around Erwin’s cock. Miche pulls backwards to slowly find a rhythm to continue warming you up to their fillingness. He laps gently, tugging his length in and out while Erwin presses as far into your ass as he physically can, groin flush with your cheeks, drawing an overwhelming sensation that Miche’s movements help distract you from like a goddamn blessing. You can barely hear the praises all three men chorus as you slowly find a symbiotic rhythm to fall apart to.
Erwin braces both his hands high on your hips to hold himself steady, anchor, and build up the perfect method to complement how Miche is pulling long draws of his hips from your channel to press forward in quick succession. He loves seeing your small form buried beneath the writhing pile of bodies as you give and take pleasure in unbalancing torrents of hedonistic marathons that drive him mad.
He can feel how you keep spasming around him, constantly edging and feeling too packed full of hard male flesh to keep up with the thrusting, just getting used and trying to flutter massaging pulses around their tools when you can. It’s not easy and you cannot keep it up, but damn if you don’t try your best. There exists such a thin membranous layer between his cock and Erwin’s that it barely leaves his thoughts. The way he engages the well-formed muscles of his abdomen to fluidly, rhythmically fuck into your ass is like flint rock to light a fire with Miche as the kindling. He can even tell each time Smith pulls out far enough to teasingly drag the lip of his cockhead over his own. It makes Miche ram in impossibly harder than he means to, and by the third time that Erwin manages to do it, he hardly gives the man the respect of enough spit for lube on his thick thumb before he’s pressing pushing the invading digit between the taut muscles of Erin’s cheeks.
“You want me to come that badly, you have to remember the fucking pecking order here, Smith.”
A darkness passes over Erwin’s face that Miche and Zeke don’t miss. He can’t handle how torn he gets, fucking into his best friend’s fiancee’s ass like you’re a whore for sale, but also understanding how trusting and kind you are to let all of them use you like this. He puts up with Miche’s need to control and Zeke’s snippyness, but he can’t help thinking about how badly he wanted to just bend you over earlier for everyone at the party to see. He wanted them to watch him dominate you and run the gamut of emotions. He knew what a fine piece of pussy felt like and he missed coming in yours before Miche decided to knock you up himself.
A part of Erwin still wishes it was his seed impregnating you, but he also knows that once you start showing, it’ll be all Miche can do to keep him out of your cute little cunt. He’ll let Miche have his way now, the digit pressing unrelentingly hard into his ass getting him off every time he backs up from your warm hole and onto it. It’s harmonious pleasure as he feels the tightness that he fucks into with the longest strokes he can manage, doubling the intensity for himself.
Zeke snorts and checks in with you while the two neanderthals behind you bicker like an old married couple. You’ve got a touch of drool pooling at the corner of your mouth as Zeke curves up to touch your lips now, breasts still slick and serving to stimulate his balls as he uses your body to get off. He caresses your cheek gently, not breaking his pace, and encourages you to wrap your tongue around him.
“Hey. Didn’t I say not to move?”
“She started it by scooting down my lap. I can’t help that. She couldn’t stop backing up into the two of you like she’s in heat though, might be a little cockdumb.”
“She’s just a little breathless, getting plowed by three cocks has to take it out of a girl, I imagine.”
“Shut up, you egomaniac.”
“I’m fine. Just fuck me, please. I wanna come, Miche, please, baby, please. Won’t you fill me up? Aren’t I being a good girl?”
“Oh, angel. You beg so pretty.”
Your cries have Zeke bursting his load across your lips, chin, breasts, and MIche follows in short order, ramming tightly into your pussy as deep as he can shoot his life-giving gift to try to reach your womb. He drags down Smith with him, thumb still in place, while Erwin slips his hand down to give you the relief you’re now sobbing for as they shoot inside of you. He comes to the crippling grip of Miche’s hand involuntarily squeezing and the fluttering of your walls as sweet appreciative notes drip from your tongue like intoxicating honeysuckle.
“S-so fuckin’ good to me, ‘Win. Thank you.”
“Fuck! Miche, keep it in there, pleasepleaseplease, Daddy.”
“Jeager, didn’t Miche say not to fuckin’ move. I think you need to come again. Fuck my tits. I’m not the neediest cunt here and you can prove that for me... ‘Atta boy.”
notes; wasn't going to make a fic for Father's Day but here's a drabble of Nile being a good husband helping out. Haven't written for Nile before but I hope y'all enjoy it.
tags; lactation kink, mentions of a baby, dilf! Nile.
Nile couldn’t help the way he felt when he walked into the bathroom seeing you step out of the shower, he caught the flash of your swollen breasts before you wrapped the towel around you with a wince. His dark eyebrows pinched together in the middle, you looked in pain.
It was clear that your four-month-old hasn’t nursed in a while. Milk leaked from your pebbled nipples soaking the fabric.
His eyes landed on the damp spot and before he knew it he was crossing the bathroom gently opening your towel, you looked at him with a squeak. It wasn’t the first time he’s seen you naked but you still felt the brand of motherhood fresh, your body wasn’t the same but Nile loved you, even more, you grew something so beautiful blessing him with his children.
“Are you okay? I saw the look on your face when I walked in.” He noted glancing back down at your leaking tits, his mouth watered watching the milk and water mix together trickling down, you felt full and incredibly full.
He wanted to help you out, it hurt him to see you in pain and it wasn’t the first time he’s tasted your breastmilk. You sighed feeling slightly embarrassed still as he led you back into the bedroom laying you on the bed.
“Don’t worry about anything. You’re still stunning to me sweetheart, always.” He murmured pressing a kiss to your stomach.
Your cheeks burned, you shouldn’t feel this way especially when he whispered sweet nothings against your skin, a sigh left your lips when you felt his hand on your breasts, fingers pulling the hard nub producing the white liquid, he almost felt bad stealing the precious nourishment from his baby but you look so cute leaning against the headboard with your tits open and ready to be sucked on.
Nile slotted himself between your thighs feeling your warm bare cunt against his stomach when he leaned forward latching his mouth around your nipple suckling the milk, your sighs turned into pants feeling him massage your breasts producing even more, it was fruitless at this point to pry him away when he could feel your slick coating him.
“Feel good?” He asked looking up at you with your nipple still in his mouth, dark brown shaggy hair fell into his eyes, you brushed it away nodding your head rolling your hips whining when he sucked harder this time, the other nipple was being twisted and pinched gently staining his hand, you sighed when he went to the other giving you much needed relief from the heavy feeling.
your cunt clenched around nothing when he let go of your nipple with a wet pop and a smile as he wiped the back of his mouth smearing his spit and your milk.
“Thank you so much, you’re very kind.” You laughed when he pulled away to peel his shirt off, a knowing look in his eyes but before he could finish taking his clothes off a shrill cry sounded from the baby monitor on your nightstand, you looked at it then at your husband before getting off the bed grabbing his shirt pulling it on.
“And just before I could give you what you wanted for Father’s Day.” You teased.
“We still have the entire day!” You heard him call out to you.
tag list; @theepisceswriter @moomii-hime @blondeboyfriend @babieweeb @anime-nymph @jeanscowboyhat-levisteacup @phoenixvagabond
Why is a cucky Erwin so much of a turn on? Like he’s the only person I can see getting away with that and not be embarrassed or ashamed. Nor would anyone say anything negative. I image that he like to show off his partners by dressing them up real nice and slutty and let his friends completely destroy their holes. By the end Erwin cleans them up and gives the best aftercare (cause that’s intense stuff). He would be so sweet afterwards.
“Oh darling are you alright? Let’s get you cleaned up. Did you have fun?”
“No no no angel, I love you. I would never let anyone touch you unless they had my complete trust. Besides, I know you love it when daddy whores you out to his friends. And daddy loves to make his baby happy.”
“Now come here and sit on daddy’s cock. What? You’re tired? Poor baby, but you want to take care of daddy don’t you?”
“That’s it, nice and slow angel. Don’t want to hurt yo- f-fuck ungh! So fucking good for me baby. Milk my cock. I’m gonna fill you up baby.”
Whoa, babe, you got me here with this fire dialogue. 🥵🥵🥵 I am stuck on who how where's of Erwin sharing his partner(s). Miche barged his way on in here. Double dick down 🥴🍑
Peach
What: Erwin isn't impressed by your attitude and you pay with your holes getting used.
mdni | mlist1 | mlist2 | f!reader x Erwin x Miche smut drabble; anal, threesome, objectification, dubcon, rough, humiliation degradation, double penetration, double creampie, cucking, oral, deep throating, hair play, oral, MM interactions, voyeurism, exhibitionism, masturbation, overstimulation, punishment, bratty, come eating, fingering, come swapping
"Perk up, sweetie. It's time for the next cock and you're drooling a bit. Maybe we should keep your mouth full."
He shoves two fingers full of come from your dripping snatch to your gasping, parted lips.
"Honestly, honey, don't you wanna clean up before,"
Another.
"You entertain more guests?"
His third swipe is imploring, exploring, exposing the liquid gold that seeps from within, deep. You clean them diligently, thoroughly sucking every beading drop. Then pluck them out to whisper into Erwin's ear, tugging him forward by his hair, almost snarling into the rough motion,
"Next."
He makes stoically cool eye contact with your fiery glare and you get an inkling you're poking a bear, struck with the stomach dropping arousal his predatory intent steamrolls over you. He'd been reaching for a fourth dip into your pussy, halfway in and already covered in more than one man's creamy contributions, but stopped with his stare.
He nods at Miche to come over from his spot on the couch, the hulking male partially tenting his thin shorts, palming the beastly member to waken stiffly, but pausing at Erwin's cue. His head tilts in question, then mirth with understanding.
"Give me both of your legs," he's pulled his cock out and used the remnants on his hand to slick himself up and, "gonna do one nice thing for you princess, but only because it'll make it easier for me to fuck your asshole. I'm going to make Miche watch me stretch your cunt for him first. And I've got a plan for that mouth."
The plan is to wrench your torso forward to stuff Miche's dick as far as you can take it down your throat when Erwin finishes playing with your pussy and begins sinking in between your cheeks like pillowy plush heated heaven sheathing his rod in silks. Just as he bottoms out in your butt, he tears your head off Miche's cock by your messed up ponytail and moves you back to give the second massive dick access to your empty hole.
It's so filling, Miche only halfway in, you almost tap on the scene. Erwin knows your limits and he grips Miche's shoulder, letting your calf rest on them together. It does enough to bring his attention to your reaction, tensing where you shouldn't. It's easily solved when the pad of Miche's thumb strums relaxing and powerful flutters of arousal that rip your orgasm from your body without your consent. It robs the air from your lungs, but the giant cage of supportive limbs surrounding you keeps you just where you're meant to be, stuck balls deep now on two huge cocks.
A smile sticks to your face while Miche rides out the rippling aftershocks of your orgasm nonchalantly. He tugs the failing hair tie from your strands and carefully gathers it in a fist to yank back.
"That was my one kindness. Now, we're going to use both of your holes like you're not here. Be a good girl and maybe I'll touch your clit again."
You can only nod, which makes them both chuckle. He'd said it like he was treating the furniture kindly. You lose your focus when they find the perfect tantric rhythm to fuck into you with. They're alternating depth as synchronous as a jog in the park when it's mentally rending your sanity.
Being torn asunder is paltry poetry for penniless witless miscreants when you've experienced the fluttering waves of colliding stars concussing your pelvis in erotic fury. They're pressing you together between them, still rutting overstimulating strokes in the short area they can thrust from. They're so packed, Miche's balls keep pulsing at the warmth and intimacy of the closeness.
You're conscious enough to yelp when Miche unplugs your cunt and lets the flood trickle and flow from your abused, stretched, empty pussy. You're all cockdrunk compliance when both their thick fingers, covered in the substance, repeat stuffing it into your mouth without issue.
Your vision swims when Miche finishes the task by dropping to his knees between yours and Erwin's and slurps up what remains from your folds and off Erwin's sensitive sac. He hisses into your ear and bites your neck when you have the audacity to giggle. So, Erwin holds your face forward for Miche to swap the come into, grinning sin when you swallow and slowly show off your empty mouth. It's got Erwin nudging your still stuffed backside, flirting with making Miche take his spot so be can teach you another lesson.
Being torn asunder is paltry poetry for penniless witless miscreants when you've experienced the fluttering waves of colliding stars concussing your pelvis in erotic fury.
- the day usually starts with lazy, sweet morning kisses.
- miche cherishes his sleep, especially with you so it’s often hard to get him up the earlier it is.
- he’s also an extremely heavy sleeper on his off days so it’s impossible to wake him at times.
- he’s definitely one for productive mornings, but he does like to lay down for extra time with you when he can.
- god forbid if it’s raining outside though when you both wake up. he will not get off you.
- is a definite sucker for morning sex
- depending on his mood, he’ll sometimes have a craving to pleasure you while you’re asleep.
- he loves seeing your half-asleep body squirm as he makes you wetter and wetter. he can’t help himself sometimes.
- his mouth will slick over you, causing you to shiver, your eyes slowly creaking open now.
- his eyes greet yours, a smile forming against his lips.
- “morning baby, you sleep well?”
- like i said he can’t help it, he loves spoiling you when he can.
- his large fingers will pump in and out of you, urging you closer and closer to an orgasm.
- he loves when you tighten around him. no matter if it’s his fingers or his dick, it’s simply the best feeling to him.
- when he’s finished with you, he usually shares kisses with you, caressing your body close to him before he leaves for work
- miche knows he’ll have another chance to put more marks on you that night, so he keeps in gentle until then.
- on his off days, however, if he’s not spending his day in bed with you, he’ll usually try to be productive around the house with you.
- sometimes you’ll be the first to wake up. when that’s the case, you’ll usually greet him with morning coffee.
- wrapped in your thin bathrobe, you wrap your arms around him, pulling him into a warm embrace, kissing his handsome face.
- he’s always so grateful for the gesture. miche smiles up at you tiredly.
- “damn, i’m lucky today huh?” he said, sipping at the hot liquid. “being greeted by a pretty lady first thing in the morning.”
- you sit yourself softly on his lap. “i’m lucky for getting to wake up to this every morning.” you smiled against him, kissing his neck.
- the day is usually left with you two working at separate tasks, your own things.
- even though the two of you love quality time together, time to yourselves is always important.
- the both of you usually reunite for the evening either from work or just general business of the day.
- when miche gets home, he’s usually extremely exhausted and just wants to relax.
- if he’s not dead tired, he’ll usually watch a movie with you and cuddle on the couch with you.
- he lets you curl yourself against him as you lay on top of him.
- it takes a lot for the both of you not to fall asleep at the couch together.
- one of the things miche hates is falling asleep on the couch. he much prefers the large, shared bed you two have since he’s a big guy, so he tries to avoid couch sleeping as much as possible.
- he likes to feel like he can fit in the place he’s sleeping on, so he’ll usually just go to bed with you at the end of the night.
- another form of winding down miche enjoys is showering/bathing with you. he usually prefers showers if he’s not too tired when he comes home.
- in the shower, he loves pulling you close to him from behind, laying sweet kisses on your neck as his breath is warm against you.
- and you guest it: shower sex!!
- the idea of both getting clean and pleasuring you feels nice enough when he has the energy for it.
- again, when he’s not too tired, he will be holding you against the wall and fucking you till you see stars.
- he loves seeing your breasts bounce up and down as his pace quickens, feeling that sweetness of you tightening around his cock again.
- if you two do that, miche usually won’t fully finish until you two dry off and transition to the bed.
- so you can expect to be edged.....a lot.
- he loves just seeing you so close, squirming in his arms as he just pulls out, watching you shiver.
- when transitioning to the bed, and depending on his mood, he can usually get very rough.
- doggy style is a must for him. but also loves missionary.
- the feeling of just getting to grab you by the hips and fuck you as he should is simply all he can ask for.
- sometimes, if necessary, there will be safe words involved. but you rarely ever use them.
- the only thing about him is...he’s fucking huge.
- no, not just his height. his dick too.
- not only is he long, he’s got an intense amount of thickness that can sometimes hurt.
- for this reason, he starts off very slow with you. he’ll often urge you to keep going by soft little praises through his choked groans.
- LOVES nipping at your neck as he bucks his hips into you.
- rough, husky growls escape from his lips.
- “that’s it baby, you’re so fucking good...”
- literally won’t stop pounding you until your legs and almost your entire is trembling beneath him.
- when you’re in missionary, your knees will definitely be by your ears as he goes balls deep into you.
- but the missionary nights are usually softer nights for you two.
- his overall goal is just to make you a shaky, panting mess at the end of your night.
- also loves when you take a bit of control and go on top.
- that’s a way to really make him tremble is to praise him when you’re riding him.
- i’ll let you in on a little secret. if you really wanna drive him crazy, stay still on his dick. don’t move at all.
- the feeling of you cockwarming him will send him in a desperate spiral, i guarantee it.
- but overall, miche can go any way at the end of the night. soft or rough, he knows how to truly make you feel the most satisfying pleasure.
- an aftercare king. i stand by that.
- literally wraps you in the blankets, pulling you close to his large, muscular body as he just kisses you all over.
- nothing can top nights like these for him. not anything else in the world.
“Oh come on princess!” Ymir exclaimed, wrapping an arm around your shoulder in a playful shrill. “You know you’ll love it, especially if I’m there” she winks at you, a nervous blush rises to your face, weakly attempting to cover it with your hands. Ymir had just propositioned you to go to Pride with her, a loud, excitable event filled with fellow LGBT+ people. It’s not that you didn’t want to go, but the thought of crowds made you anxious. Not only that, but being seen publicly was something you weren’t entirely comfortable with either; not that Ymir had exactly realised that yet. Despite the two of you dating for over 6 months, you weren’t out yet; well you were out to your close friends but if family saw you, you would be too scared to think about what they would say.
Ymir knew this, she knew you hadn’t come out to your parents yet and that she was some sort of “dirty secret”; having to pretend to be ‘gal pals’ in front of your family. Although it was disheartening, Ymir understood and stayed by your side regardless, she loves you for you and she knows how hard it is to come out; she just didn’t connect the dots as to why you were apprehensive to go to pride with her.
“What if...they see me?” You stuttered, Ymir’s cheeky grin dropped into her usual, deadpan face; something she’d do if she was deep in thought. She examined your face as the cogs in her brain turned until it clicked; your parents could be present.
“I see” Ymir began, she repositioned herself by dropping her arm from around your shoulders and moving to face directly in front of you. “Listen Y/N, you can’t, you shouldn’t hide forever”
“I know...I just don’t think I’m ready. I want to but, I’m scared”
Ymir sucked in some air into her chest, she had to be delicate with this. In her mind she would say ‘fuck what your parents say! You’re perfect, beautiful and amazing; you should be able feel like an out and proud lesbian!’ But she also could empathise with how difficult (and oblivious) your parents can be, and she would never push you to come out to them.
“I would never force you to go, I feel that this may be a great experience for you to get out your comfort zone; plus...it would feel nice to stand proud with you” Ymir basically whispered the last part of the sentence, feeling a little embarrassed. You sit back in your seat, considering what she had said. “Listen angel, whether you go or not I am proud to be with you I just wish-”
“I am proud to be with you! Never think that!” You jolted up, looking at Ymir with desperate eyes.
“I WAS going to say I wish you were proud of yourself”
Silence filled the room, embarrassment rushes through you. A few more moments pass, you sigh and lean further down in your seat in an awkward slouch.
“We don’t have to go to Pride this year, if you’re not ready” Ymir lets out a defeated exhale.
“No, no you’re right; I want to stand tall with you, whether or not anyone sees. I just...can we attend but not...colourful. Not this year, if that’s okay?” You reach out a hand to meet Ymir’s, she gently takes it and gives you a side smile.
“Alright alright, besides I wasn’t going to go with the whole ‘wear a flag’ deal anyway. But one condition.” Ymir crosses her leg over confidently, her signature cool grin ever present on her face. “You have to hold my hand”
You reach in to plant a kiss to her cheek, feeling the warmth grow from your touch.
I sit and think about modern au sugar daddy Nile, I bark💖
Listen. I've got thoughts.
tw; age difference, sugar daddy, daddy!kink
↳ Nile didn't expect to be a sugar daddy when he first started this, he really just needed a date to an event, he didn't want to show up alone to an event for the first time since his divorce. You're young and pretty and he can't deny that he'd been looking at you. So when he gets that chance he takes it.
↳ He buys your dress, he buys you new shoes and ends up buying everything for you that night. Both of you are just expecting it to be the one time thing, the party and then you just go your separate ways. You think that even after you're sitting in the front seat of his car in a back alley with your hands in his hair and his cock splitting you open.
↳ You can't get him out of your head, but you're resigned to just interacting with him again. He's your friends boss and you're not really anything important you think. But next time you drop Hitch off at work he's outside and offering to buy you lunch, another thank you for going with him. Neither of you can help it if you end up on your knees giving him the best blowjob of his life.
↳ That’s basically how it goes, he’s treating you to things and you don’t think anything of it if you always end up in bed with him You want him and he wants you. If he wants to spoil you and you want to pay him back by letting him fuck you that’s your business.
↳ It’s not until Hitch comments on your “new sugar daddy” that you kind of stop and think. You laugh it off in front of her, but your mind races. You’re thinking about it, you don’t know how to bring it up to him so you start mentioning things you like. You’re not really surprised when he ends up buying you the things you mention.
↳ You don’t mention it to him though, you live in that little bubble of knowledge, that you could get anything you want from him and all you had to do was spread your legs for him, something you would gladly do for free. You like him. You have always been attracted to your friends boss. But he was always off limits until now.
↳ No matter what you ask for he gives it gladly, he likes seeing the look on your face when he gives you something you like. And he likes when he gets your tight pussy around his cock as he fucks you so hard you can’t think straight. His hand wrapped around your throat as he fucks into you and leans in close enough for you to feel his stubble against your own jaw, his lips against your ear as he asks you, “Who’s daddy’s good girl?”
pairings: levi ackerman x reader, hange zoë x reader, erwin smith x reader, miche zacharius x reader (all gn!reader)
warnings: fluff, some swearing, mostly canonverse (slight modern!au)
it takes a pretty monumental situation in order for levi to realize how much he loves you. don’t get me wrong, he definitely knows he likes you - a whole lot. he likes when you bring him tea, look after him, let him rest his head on your lap after a long day, etc. but, much like eren, he’s pretty oblivious to the feeling of love, only because it isn’t something he’s ever experienced - from a relationship standpoint. he realizes just how much he needs you when you end up nearly killing yourself trying to save hange from a titan. he finds you on the ground, leg clearly broken while hange’s in hysterics. “fuck, i was so scared,” levi scolds from on his horse as you rest in the cart transporting you back to HQ. “i love you too much for you to just die on me like that - especially in an attempt to save four eyes.”
hange realizes they love you when they notice how attentive you are. it’s got to be at least three am when they stumble into your shared bedroom, footsteps heavy with physical exhaustion but their mind was still wandering. their movements wake you up from your slumber, a hazy call of their name sending them collapsing on the bed. “you’ll never believe the things i just discovered!” they cry, seeming to forget the ungodly hour. and despite your tiredness, you hang on to their every word, watching them babble on with an interest in your eyes that makes hange’s heart swell. you’re bone tired, yet you still manage to stay awake as they continue to chatter - an action that certainly doesn’t go unnoticed by your lover.
your dedication is what makes erwin fall in love. being a motivated man himself, having a partner who is willing to work to achieve their goals or stick around when things get tough is something he looks for. you’re passionate about everything you do, and that’s what he loves about you. your courage and motivation to peruse even the most outlandish dreams inspires him to do better, in all aspects of his daily life. erwin makes sure to constantly reassure and support you as well - he’s your number one cheerleader, and there’s nothing he wants more than to see your hard work pay off in the end.
miche falls - bear with me now - the first time he smells you. you’re a newly promoted section commander, and of course, the first time you meet he can’t help but sniff you out - it’s what he does. it just so happens that he can’t get enough of your scent. you smell like everything good in life, and it’s intoxicating. he doesn’t think he’s ever smelled something so incredible, and he has quite the strong nose. since that day, miche does everything humanly possible in order to get close enough to you. from delivering paperwork to offering extra training sessions to showing you around headquarters, he’s there. will you catch on at some point? probably. and will erwin make fun of him for it later? definitely.
You had woke up in bed alone, the sheets were carefully tucked in on your lovers side. Despite the vacant space your hand had lingered over the empty sheets, you could feel a faint heat to where he had been. That same hand moved to your chest, feeling the scars on your torso; you had awoken from a bad dream, a memory of years ago. You let out a sigh, hoping that Levi would still be there to provide some comfort; you knew even if he was there, he would say something like “it was just a dream”, but still - you wanted him to hold you close.
Before you could even sit up in your bed, you hear a knock at the door. You called them into to see a brightly faced duo; Gabi and Falco.
“Mr Y/N!!! We’re sorry to wake you!” Falco panicked, noticing you still laying in bed. You chuckle whilst sitting up.
“Falco it’s fine, I was already awake” You answer softly, a slight yawn in your voice.
“Great because you need to leave” Gabi said abruptly
“Pardon?”
“I-I What she MEANS to say is you are needed in the garden” Falco stammered, waving his arms in front of him. You were now fully out of bed, rubbing your back at a sharp pain; it was one of your wounds that had not fully healed from the rumbling years ago. A chronic pain in your back which persisted even to this day, but at least Gabi and Falco were so kind to lend a hand around the apartment.
After getting dressed, Gabi and Falco lead you to the garden, it was a warm summers day with a comfortable breeze. Looking forward you see a lone table and a seat at the end of the garden; it was surrounded by flowers in bloom with a brick wall covered in ivy and other blooming plants. Your eyes gazed at the white metal table, upon it was a tea set. The teapot was made from glass and inside was a dried flower of some sort with matching glass cups. In the middle of the table was a small vase which held a bunch of gorgeous edelweiss flowers.
“Please wait here” Gabi smiled. You took your seat and admired the view, drifting off into a daydream about what you must get on with during the day; how you wished to have woken up next to him, nightmares were common but Levi’s absence was not. Your thoughts were interrupted by a slight squeaking getting louder. You turn your head to see Levi being pushed by Onyankopon, he was wearing a casual suit and an untidy shirt; today it seems that Levi feels comfortable enough to not wear the bandage he sometimes kept over his “bad eye”. No matter how many times you told him he was beautiful, he would never be able to see himself that way.
“Levi...”
“Y/N”
There was a long pause, it wasn’t uncommon for you to have your silent moments; no matter how awkward Onyankopon may feel. A content silence was your love language, it was a sign of true comfort to be able to respect the time you had with each other by just enjoying the company alone. After a few kind words with Onyankopon, he made his leave and the two of you sat at the table.
“You did this, for me?” You asked weakly, a little bashful for such a gesture
“Of course, you deserve it” his voice was coarse, blunt but you could tell he meant every word. It wasn’t an extravagant gesture, but it was meaningful and that in itself was perfect.
Few words were spoken, but you both had almost made up an entire language built up by gazes and touches. Your hand rested on Levi’s, after years of fighting you admired how soft they were; not at all calloced or rough. You had traced over his missing fingers by accident and Levi pulled away, holding his hand to his chest.
“I’m so-“
“It’s fine, I’m sorry for not trusting you” Levi looked away, it had been so long since he’d lost his digits and he still wasn’t confident enough to allow you to touch the echos of where his fingers had been. He hesitantly placed his hand back on the table as if to welcome you to touch him once more. Your eyes met his and Levi shook out of his insecure thoughts for a moment to pour the tea. “Y/N, love, look”
Once the hot water was poured into the tea pot, the bulb bloomed into a beautiful flower, releasing an array of green pigment to the water. The glass teapot was a window to such a pretty display. Your eyes sparkled in the sunlight, smiling happily at the tea.
“It’s beautiful” You admired, a coo in your voice which melted Levi’s heart.
“As are you” Levi uttered into almost a whisper, you smiled and took his hand again, stroking over his pale skin.
