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Teasing - Miche Z.

MDNI 18+

a/n: hey everyone! this was my first time trying out writing smut lol and ofc it had to be a miche fic :p

word count: 1.2k

summary: You decide to tease Miche during training, but it doesn't end well for you.

It was late afternoon and you and Miche were stuck training the new cadets. It was one of the hottest days in a long time and it was a mess. 

“Cadets! Take five! Make sure you go get water.” Miche ordered, gesturing for you to follow him to a shady spot. 

You wiped your brow. “Why is it so hot today? It’s never this bad this time of year.” 

Miche shrugged, “I don’t know but it’s making this more miserable than it needs to be.” 

“Is there any way we could end early?” 

Miche shook his head. “Erwin has all of us on a tight schedule, we need this day of training.” 

You groaned, slumping against a tree. The fabric of your shirt kept sticking to your skin, making the heat suffocating. With a sigh, you stripped off your top until you were left in your sports bra, immediately feeling better. You glanced up, catching Miche’s stare. “What?”

“Don’t you think that’s inappropriate?” Mike mumbled, his cheeks brushed with pink. 

You raised a brow. “Oh, is this distracting you?” 

Miche was attempting to look anywhere else. “No, I-” 

Smirking, you stood in front of Miche, sensing his nerves. You crossed your arms, bringing his attention to your chest. “Well, if we ended early I would put my shirt back on. Unfortunately though, I don’t think that’s going to happen.”

You took a step closer to Miche, dragging your finger down his clothed chest. 

Miche cleared his throat, “Like I said, Erwin told me-”

Cutting him off, you traced your finger across his belt, watching as his face flushed. “Hm, I think it’s been more than five minutes.”

Miche gulped, his eyes moving from your chest to your eyes a few times. “I’ll call the Cadets back.” 

After another few hours of working in the blistering heat, training was wrapping up for the day. You had felt Miche’s eyes on you every once in a while, but could never catch him looking at you. 

Once Miche had gotten done giving the Cadets a few reminders, they were dismissed. You watched as everyone practically sprinted inside.

 As the courtyard emptied, Miche walked over. “Good work today, I think Erwin will be pleased.” 

You nodded as you grabbed your bag. “I hope so, I think I watched the life drain from those cadets.” 

Miche snorted and shook his head as you made your way to the door that led to the Scout’s headquarters. “I’ll see you at the meeting later?” 

After your goodbyes, you quickly made your way to the showers. You took your time scrubbing the sweat and grime from your body and enjoying the cold water against your sunburnt skin before getting out. You wrapped yourself in a towel and stood in front of the small mirror as you brushed your hair. The door creaked as someone walked in. 

Miche came around the corner, a towel loosely held around his waist. 

“Oh,” His face turned red as he stopped at the sight of you. 

You turned to face him, brow raised. “I must’ve really made an impression on you earlier.”

Miche was quiet as he looked at you, his eyes foggy. 

You smirked, walking closer. “Are you just that speechless?” 

Miche’s stare was unwavering as he observed you. His eyes followed the droplets of water going down your collar bones before quickly shifting back to your face. 

You turned pink as you crossed your arms, unknowingly drawing his eyes lower. “Well?” 

Miche let out a shaky breath as his gaze moved upwards, pausing for only a second on your lips before he met your gaze. 

You felt heat rise in your core as you kept his stare, his green eyes clouded with lust. You glanced at his lips for a split second before you felt yourself take a step closer to him. His warm breath brushed your face as your eyes fluttered closed and your lips brushed together. 

Miche groaned into the kiss, looping his arm around your waist to pull you closer. Your bodies pressed together tightly as he pressed his tongue into your mouth. Your breath hitched as he began kissing his way down your neck, nipping at your collar bone. 

When he reached the top of your towel, he glanced up at you and his hand brushed the top of your breast. “Please?” 

Your cheeks burned as you nodded, hands feverishly yanking your towel off. 

Miche’s mouth fell open slightly as he took you in. His breath quickened as he ran his fingers down your side and across your stomach, then trailing them up to your chest. You gasped as he took them in his hands, his rough fingers playing with them.

His eyes were hungry as he kissed your cheek softly before making his way down your body. You gasped as you felt his lips wrap around your hardened buds, taking them in his mouth and sucking on them. You throbbed more with every touch and you felt your cunt get wetter. 

Miche pulled back and took in your disheveled appearance. Your lips met as he picked you up and placed you on the counter. Heat pooled between your legs as you felt him pressing into you. Gripping your hips, he put his head in your neck and inhaled you. He groaned as he rubbed himself against you, feeling the warmth against his member.

You pushed Miche back and tugged on his towel. Taking a step back, he let his towel fall with a smirk. You let out a small gasp at the sight of his length. You felt yourself clenching for him, your body wanting nothing more than to feel his cock rubbing against your walls. 

Miche didn’t go back to kissing you, instead he got on his knees and started kissing and biting your thigh. He stopped right before he got to you, pulling away with an unreadable expression. “Can I taste you?”

Any teasing you had over Miche was gone as you begged, clenching your thighs together. “Please, I need you.” 

That was exactly what he wanted to hear. Your back arched as his tongue was on you in an instant, languidly licked your folds, though purposely missing the one spot you needed him most. 

“Miche, please.” You whined, squirming against his face. 

 You felt Miche smirk against your core as his tongue flicked across your swollen clit. You were throbbing as he continued to play with you, not giving you the satisfaction you wanted.

Miche pulled away after a few moments of teasing and wiped his face with the back of his hand. “I love the way you taste.” 

“Asshole,” You panted. “That’s not fair.” 

Miche shrugged as he picked up his towel again. “You were teasing me earlier, so I was just returning the favor. Now if you don’t mind, I’m going to take a shower.” 

You covered your face with a groan as he turned the corner. That meeting was going to be awkward later. 

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Pads I can’t feel my legs

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FLUFF ALPHABET PART 3 "C"

Warnings: NONE

Gender neutral reader x Zoro

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C - Comfort (How do they comfort you after a bad day?)

Zoro is not the best when it comes to emotions but he tries for you. He prefers wordless comfort like physical touch and cuddling since he is also not very good with words. He also waits until you come to him about whatever has been bothering you because he thinks it is up to you and not him. Overall not bad in this area.

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Everyone always has a bad day at some point, no matter how big or small it is. And that occurrence just so happened to you today. The weather was too cold, Luffy was being more annoying than ever, you procrastinated too much etc. All of these factors and more was just a recipe for a sucky day.

You trudged through the morning, the afternoon and finally; night.

Usually at night you curl up by Zoro's side while out on night watch, silently bathing in each other's presence while listening to the Merry creak against the waves with a smile on your face.

You did just that, except it did not feel the same. And Zoro noticed that completely. The way you plopped yourself down, the way you looked away and the way you spaced yourself from him. He knew.

He knew without you saying anything, so he didn't either.

His arms expressed the words for him, "Are you ok?"

They wrap around you waist as they caress you gently. His fingers lift up to wipe your tears; silence.

And honestly, that form of comfort, was enough for you.

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THANK YOU FOR READING!!!!

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who needs therapy when you have a loving, huggable boyfriend?

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fact check I AM going on a date with sirius motherfuckin black

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I don’t think Madam Pomfrey has enough magic in her arsenal to cure the headache I have right now

[moonyy-writes]

flowers - miche oneshot

a/n - i got inspiration from the outsiders, i just imagined miche as one of those with the leather jackets and slicked back hair. 1960s teenage southern kinda vibes and i ate it up

word count - 2.4k

“Miche Zacharius! I swear when I get my hands on you!” You threatened, kicking the ground in frustration. You just got a bucket of cold water dumped on you as you were leaving school. You picked up your bag from where it had fallen and stomped home. 

The second you entered your house, your mom gawked at you with her hands on her hips. “Now what happened to you?”

You gave her an blank look. “What does it look like?” 

“Hey don’t give me sass, I was just asking. It’s not everyday your daughter comes home looking like she got caught in a rainstorm.” She paused and glanced out the window, “Especially on a sunny day.”

You shrugged, placing your bag on a chair. “Just this group of boys at school, they like picking on girls and I guess they decided it would be funny to throw a bucket of water on me today.” 

Your mom shook her head before pointing upstairs. “Change before you catch a cold.” 

-

A few days had passed since the water bucket accident and nothing else happened to you, despite your suspicions. 

Your mom shouted your name from the living room. “Come downstairs, there’s a boy here for you.” 

You frowned in confusion. You tended to keep to yourself in school, so you were unsure of who would be there. 

“Mom, I don’t know any..boy.” You trailed off as you saw who was at the door. Miche Zacharius. The rich kid in school, who simultaneously acted like a delinquent, standing in your doorway, flowers in hand and a cocky smile on his face. 

Your mom looked excitedly between the two of you before mumbling something about dirty dishes that needed to be washed.

You looked at Miche expectedly with your brow raised. “What do you want?” 

Miche’s confidence faltered for a moment, but only briefly. “I brought you flowers, I saw them and thought of you.” He placed them in your hands, stepping back towards the door. “I, uh, I hope you enjoy them.” 

He left without another word, leaving you standing in your living room, the flower stems dripping on the carpet and your mouth gaped open. You didn’t think Miche Zacharius of all people would be capable of being sweet. It felt strange. 

Your mom came back in and frowned at the sight. “What did you do to that poor boy?”

You grumbled as you walked by her to get to the stairs. “I guess it’s what I didn’t do.”

When you got to your room, you debated throwing the flowers in the trash but against your judgment you placed them in a vase on your windowsill. You couldn’t help but admire them, thinking about Miche. Somehow, he was simultaneously the most annoying person ever, but also incredibly thoughtful. One second you hated him, the next you were almost falling for him. And you didn’t like it. 

-

The next day you were sitting in English, you were in the left corner alone, while Miche was in the right with his friends. You could hear them cracking jokes and talking, just generally being loud and obnoxious. The kind of people you would avoid in school. 

Class droned on until the bell rang and it was time to go to math. You stood and adjusted your skirt before picking up your books and making your way to the door. Someone tapped on your shoulder and you glanced up, spotting Miche standing behind you with a book in hand. His friends were sort of fanned out behind him, watching the interaction closely. 

“Hey, darlin’ I found this book and I, uh, I thought you’d enjoy it.” He trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck almost sheepishly. 

You raised a brow at him, half expecting some bug to jump out once you grabbed it. He moved the book closer to you, encouraging you to grab it. You pulled it from his grip, still confused before mumbling out a thank you and turning to the exit. You didn’t stop walking until you made it to your next class. 

You couldn’t help but admire the cover, you were a sucker for a good book. You opened the cover and took a peek inside, flipping through the pages briefly. A small piece of paper fell out and you leaned down to pick it up. 

Meet me at the oak tree after school      - m 

You rolled your eyes at his attempt to prank you. You weren’t stupid enough to fall for his little tricks, he’d have to try harder than that. 

-

You walked out of school, head held high and completely avoiding the oak tree by the front of the school. Or at least trying to. You couldn’t help but sneak a quick glance, just to see if Miche actually meant what he wrote.

You paused at the sight ahead, Miche cooly leaning against a tree talking to some girl. She was laughing at something he said, brushing her hand against his shoulder. 

Huffing in frustration, you stomped your foot and walked away from the sight. What you didn’t see was Miche watching you as you left, sighing as your figure faded.

You went straight to your room when you got home and dropped the book on your desk. Pulling out a piece of paper, you wrote a note back to Miche. 

I’m not looking to waste my time.   – Reader 

You folded it carefully and placed it inside the book and closed it with a sigh. You thought that maybe Miche was going to be nice, maybe apologize for teasing and pranking you all these years. But apparently not, he was certainly the ringleader after all.

-

As you walked into English the next day, you wordlessly dropped the book onto Miche’s desk with a thud. His mouth fell open for a moment before staring at the book in confusion. His friends were snickering behind him, as Miche never faced such open hatred before. He thought he had your attention guaranteed, as smart as you were. He figured he’d be able to reel you in with a simple note in a book he knew you were eyeing for a while. This rejection honestly hurt.

It turns out you did spot him under that tree talking to a different girl, but it was an accident. She just happened to be talking to him when you passed, he didn’t think it was that big of a deal until he saw you rush off without looking back. It was a shame, he truly did want to apologize for how he acted. He had only done it because he wanted your attention. It was a childish method, yes, but it worked...he got your attention at least. Your affection was another story. 

Miche glanced at you every so often during class, but you wouldn’t so much as remove your eyes from the board. He inwardly groaned at that, frustrated with being unable to gain your attention. If he could just meet your eyes for one second, he could get another chance. 

Instead, he put his chin on his palm and opened the book. He absentmindedly flipped through the pages, looking for anything to do but listen to the teachers lectures. As he was going through it, a small white paper stuck out. He frowned, he was sure you saw his note; you had to have, you stopped by the tree. He glanced up for a moment before unfolding it, his frown furrowing deeper as he read what was written. 

He threw it on the desk and leaned back, crossing his arms. This was going to be more difficult than he thought. You were stubborn, that’s for sure, but something about that drew him in. Miche picked up his pen, thinking for a moment. He flipped your note over and began writing again. 

The bell rang and everyone stood. You were leaning down, putting your stuff away in your bag when a bang echoed right by your head. You shot up, frowning as you watched Miche walk away and the book sitting on your desk again. 

You debated leaving the book or throwing it in the trash, but you just figured Miche didn’t know how to read so you gave him the benefit of the doubt and placed it in your bag. 

-

By the time you got home, the book and Miche had been long forgotten. You’d been outside enjoying the sunshine in the garden, finding relaxation in the earthy smell. 

The gate creaked and you glanced up, assuming it was your mother. 

“Miche? What are you doing in my backyard?” 

“I thought you read my note.” He gave you a confused look. 

“Note?” You frowned, thinking back to the end of class. “I didn’t think there was a note, I thought you just gave me the book back.” 

Miche chuckled, “I saw your note and I wrote one back to you.” 

You stood and dusted off your hands. “Well now you’re here.” 

“I figured we could talk,” Miche shrugged. 

“How’d you even get back here? I’m fairly sure my mother wouldn’t let some random boy into our house.” You asked, brow furrowed. 

Miche grinned, his hands clasped behind his back. “I guess I just have a certain charm...Oh and these.” He held out another bouquet of flowers. “I thought the other ones would be dying soon so I got you these.” 

You couldn’t help the small smile that found its way onto your face. “Oh, um, thank you.” 

Miche nodded before taking a seat on the swing you had out back, he gestured for you to join him. Hesitantly, you sat next to him, making sure to keep distance between the two of you. 

“I’d like to apologize, I realize that I was being immature all those times I teased you or dumped water on you...even though it was funny.” 

You gave him a bored expression, to which he rubbed the back of his neck before continuing. “Anyway. I just wanted to apologize for that since I couldn’t the other day.” 

“To be fair, you were talking to another girl. I couldn’t just walk up to you then.” You rolled your eyes. 

Miche smirked, cocky attitude returning. “Oh really?” 

“Oh stop it,” you rolled your eyes. “Just ‘cause you apologized doesn’t mean anything changed.”

“I guess I could just dump more water on you,” Miche shrugged. “It’s your call.”

You only laughed and shook your head, both of you spending the afternoon talking instead of arguing for what felt like the first time ever. 

-

Weeks went by and Miche stuck to his word, him and his friends didn’t prank you or even attempt to. It honestly felt weird, but you weren’t complaining. 

You heard a whistle, gaining your attention. Sitting in the corner of the library, Miche was waving you over. You shook your head with a smile and gathered your things. “Yes?” You asked expectantly, but amused. 

“I have another book for you,” he pulled out a copy of Catch-22. “I don’t wanna read it, but you probably would.”

You laughed quietly, taking it from his hand. “I see. Sometimes I wonder if you even know how to read.”

Miche’s friends erupted into laughter while he gaped at you for a second. He quickly recovered, brushing off the joke with a grin. He stood and put his arm around your shoulder, directing you away from his friends as you walked. 

“You may want to read this one soon and carefully too.” 

You looked at him unimpressed. “And why is that? Is this another one of your-”

“Nope!” Miche interrupted, “it’s just a thought.”

“Hm. I’ll consider it,” you said with a smile. 

The bell rang soon after that and you went to your next class - boring chemistry - and so you skimmed the first few lines. Little did you know that there was yet another note wedged into the pages. When you lifted the book, it fluttered down and onto your desk. 

Meet me by the tree...again? - m 

You chuckled softly, getting a sense of deja vu. Pocketing the note, you impatiently waited for school to end so you could hear what Miche had to say. 

As you walked to the tree, you hugged your books to your chest and thought about how this situation had progressed. At first, you were annoyed and completely uninterested in this boy. But now, after a book and some flowers, you’re meeting him under a tree, for a second attempt, to talk about who knows what. 

You shook any doubts from your head as you got closer, noticing Miche leaning against it and staring off down the road where everyone else was leaving. The fallen leaves crunching under your feet gained his attention as he turned to you with a smile. 

“Hey!” Miche pushed himself off the tree and walked towards you, pulling a flower out of nowhere and handing it to you. “I got this for you.”

“Thank you,” you mumbled quietly, suddenly feeling shy. “I got your note.”

“I can see that,” Miche said excitedly, “I’m glad you saw it. I have something I wanna ask you.” 

Miche chuckled quietly at the look you gave him before continuing, “I know I was kind of a jerk in the beginning, but I was wondering if you…you’d like to be my girl?” His face was bright red and you were pretty sure yours looked the same. “You don’t even have to do anything, I can just buy you nice things and you can keep me company.” 

You gave him a small smile as you peered up at him shyly and nodded. Miche cheered and pulled you into an unexpected hug, your face pressed into his shoulder warmly. 

He pulled back with a bright smile, his hands on your shoulders. “Honestly I’m surprised you even said yes.”

You giggled and shook your head as you smiled at each other. 

-

“How’re you doing today, darlin’?” Miche asked, kissing you on the cheek and passing you a flower. Which has now become a sort of tradition for you. He brings you flowers every time he sees you. You both had begun dating a few months prior, a few weeks after you met under the tree. 

“Hi there,” you smiled, pulling him into a tight hug. He was sweet, quite the contrast to when you first met him. You were happy together, it was nice. 

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