what happens when their partner/interest tells them to close their eyes pt. 1 // aot & fire force headcanon
pairings: aot x black plus-size gnc reader (ocs) & fire force x black plus-size gnc reader (ocs)
a/n: rushed dis out to feed yawl🤞🏿🐆benimaru, mikasa, levi, sasha coming sewn,,,enjoy🫡
“okay!” they did as they were told, hands patting their lap as they waited for whatever it was itoro was preparing
they sniffed the air, trying to get a hint of the surprise—food perhaps? itaro had been on a baking high for the last week and a half, welcoming hange from work with the sweet scent of their delicacies
“what is it?” hange questioned with an innocent lilt, impatience slipping through. “i like the food you’ve been making! i like the weight i’ve been putting on!“ they chirped, searching for the presence of their lover
“if i could have just told you what it was, would there have been a reason to tell you to close your eyes and wait?” itoro’s sudden change in tone made hange bite their tongue, posture straightening
skin warming, hange squirmed around on the couch, fingers twiddling. “i…sorry.”
“it’s okay, i know you’re only curious.” itaro moved closer, gaze darting from the items in their hands to their partner
hange whipped their heads towards the direction they heard itaro approaching, heart banging against their chest as they awaited the next command
“go ahead and open your eyes, baby,” itoro spoke in a softer voice
hange raced to look at itoro, their stare dropping to the leather straps they were gripping
“i’ve just been thinking about how the version for your uniforms looked on you…” itaro felt their skin warm, fingers stroking the material. “so i made some new ones for us to use…if you want.”
“i do!” hange covered their mouth and chuckled. “sorry. I would like to.” they nudged their glasses, nearly about to jump from their seat. “so, do you want my clothes off now or…”
itaro held back a laugh. “you look like you’re about to attack me.”
“it’s just that our work has kept us away from each other for a while so i’m all revved up,” they responded. “so…we doing this right here or the bedroom?”
an idea popped into itoro’s head, making their lower abdomen churn
“take your pick.” a smile crept onto their lips
dazed by unbound horniness, hange leapt up and took off towards the bedroom, a trail of clothes left in their wake
“you’re not gonna bamboozle me and leave me sitting here alone again, are you?” hibana side-eyed ime, then looked down, measuring the distance that was between them since sitting down on the freshly cut grass
hibana just wanted a hint of affection from the newcomer and will strive until succession—no matter the embarrassment.
at least hibana could heal a bit with a dash of hangout time they were permitted before either were pulled away for a situation
she needs to stand up fr,,,but like for ime…????? we: 🛐🛐🛐. don’t ask
feigning a yawn, hibana stretched their arms upwards then out, letting them drop closer to ime, granting them a chance to scoot theirself closer
“what are you doing?” ime’s eyes were resting behind their dark glasses, body hunched over their bent knees and unmoving
hibana pursed their lips, freezing their movement. “we’re just sitting so far from each-”
“any closer and you’d be breathing on my shoulder. are you gonna close your eyes or keep that mouth running?”
“well if you’re going to just be rude and walk away, no.” hibana crossed their arms
“i won’t,” voice monotone, ime responded
hibana immediately shut their eyes, perking up at all the possible scenarios that could ensue
they’re too shy to do it with my eyes open? i didn’t know they were so timid. i was doubting myself. i am able to have that effect on them! i need to be more confident! hmph!
finding herself leaning into ime, hibana’s heart thumped as she fully immersed herself into the fantasy
“alright, open your eyes.” ime finally looked away from hibana, hiding their downturned smile while they scooted away
hibana’s lips formed a small pout. “what? are you sure?” they opened one eye, peeking at ime. “uh-you moved further away! you were going to leave me, i knew it.”
ime turned their face away from the warmth of the setting sun, adjusting their glasses with a quick nudge from their knuckle. “i wanted to know how much peaceful it would be if you were asleep instead of awake.”
*getting time to lewk at this lil cutie without them “ruining” the moment
“it’s true. i have a gorgeous resting face-”
“because you talk entirely too much when you’re conscious.”
hibana’s brows furrowed. “…were you imagining me asleep or dead?”
tucking their hair behind their ear, hibana reimagined the scenario. “you were…thinking about me?”
“no. why?” ymir quirked a brow, knowing they could’ve easily succumbed to the enthusiastic request
xasan rolled their eyes. “so i can smack you, obviously. just close ‘em!”
employing their puppy eyes, xasan’s gaze feigned sorrow.
ymir fought the urge to look at their partner directly, holding their refreshment while looking in another direction
sighing ymir murmured, “i hate when you do that.”
xasan watched ymir close their eyes, sticking their tongue out in triumph while initiating a small dance in their seat
“keep doing that and watch.”
xasan pursed their lips and stopped moving, narrowing their eyes.
“or what?” they mouthed, one hundred percent sure ymir was not able to see
“you know my eyes are closed but assuming you talk back like you always love to do, i can stop playing your little game very quick.”
xasan’s grip tightened on the small package in their cardigan pocket, harboring their reaction to the tone of ymir’s threat
regathering their senses, they slipped the object out of their pocket, reaching across the table to set it in front of their partner
hearing the rustling from xasan’s movement, ymir’s impatience nearly triumphed in the battle to keep their vision blocked
“okay, you can open them now,” xasan chirped, fingers intertwining as their nerves began to set in
proceeding with their nonchalant act, ymir opened one eye, gaze darting to the gift on the table before landing on xasan
panic arose when ymir thought an anniversary or birthday had passed—but that couldn’t be true, they were usually the one to remind xasan of events they had forgotten
ymir didn’t do well with being given gifts out of nowhere—they mostly thrived on reciprocation in most aspects of their life
frozen, ymir responded, “i…didn’t get you anything.”
“that’s okay.” xasan was bright with anticipation, “look what’s inside,” they urged
“ymir, just open it and you’ll see.”
“what kind of gift is it though,” they continued to probe, anxious
chest tightening, ymir put down their cup down, slender fingers skimming the wrapping paper. sitting up in the chair, they took the small package and ripped into it
ymir’s brows furrowed, jaw set as they cleared their throat. taking the small painted glass into their palms they let out a shuddery breath
xasan’s eyes widened, the unexpected reaction rendering them silent.
it was a small project only meant to mark the beginning of their art journey. at most they expected a small nod and compliment knowing a child could have done just the same, better even
“it’s so pretty,” ymir sniffled, drying away their tears with the back of their hand. “look at our little hands holding each other. we’re just laying in a…in a field flowers.” they shook their head
“i’m glad you like it.” xasan caught their gaze and held it as a silence ensued in the presence of bountiful adoration
