#zeke fanfiction

[mochimooon]

DTF Only - aot x reader 18+ masterpost and prologue - complete!

Summary: Barely twenty-four hours after getting dumped by your now ex-boyfriend, Colt, your best friends are quick to conspire your next course of action: slutting yourself out on Tinder.  Prologue word count: 1k+ Notes: Welcome to the world of online dating, featuring the men of AoT !! This was a project I started back in September, loosely based on my own (and my best friend's) weird encounters with online dating. Lighthearted, smutty, not to be taken seriously, this fic is pure crack. Although it does have a plot, it's not necessary to read every chapter if you just want to skip to your favorite AoT guy (each chapter is linked). Also, all characters (except two) are written to be in their early 30s. Lastly, the headers used don't directly depict what actually happens in the fics. Afab! reader using she/her pronouns Warnings: smut in every chapter (except prologue), explicit content, explicit language, lots of casual sex (more warnings included per chapter), mild Colt-bashing available to read on ao3

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+ !!

Happy Hour — Porco Galliard Out of Towner — Reiner Braun Let's Experiment — Connie Springer Girl Dinner — Jean Kirstein DTF — Zeke Jaeger Tinder Whore — Eren Jaeger Super Like — Levi Ackerman taglist: @moonmalice @daisynik7 @theragethatisdesire @squidalapobre @arlerts-angel @shepnicolo @porples-blog @jeanboyjean @fictional-d-supremacy

“Time to enter the hoe phase.”

Pieck’s eyes light up in Ymir’s direction, and together they turn to you with mischievous grins. 

Barely twenty-four hours after getting dumped by your now ex-boyfriend, Colt, your best friends are quick to conspire your next course of action: slutting yourself out on Tinder. 

It feels like a movie. Meeting up with your girlfriends on a Saturday night for overpriced margaritas (on them thankfully) to catch up and console you as you process the breakup. 

The only difference between you and those heartbroken women on screen is that you don’t know how to feel. You’re not sad, you’re not happy, you’re indifferent. 

Three years together you and Colt had settled into a routine. He lived an hour away, but you both put in the effort to see each other. You don’t know when things turned stagnant, only that the spark had fizzled a long time ago. The phone calls and visits became forced, and the sex…

“You’re single now,” Ymir explains, crunching on a tortilla chip. “Got to make up for lost time. Didn’t you say Colt was too stiff in bed?”

Heat blazes beneath your skin. “I never said that.” 

Colt was not stiff in bed. He was selfless, ready to please, prioritizing your needs first before he got in his kicks. You liked having sex with him, didn’t need the grandeur to enjoy it—

Ymir and Pieck deadpan in your direction. Without further rebuttal, you fall speechless, and to your friends that’s as good as a confession.

You hate them (you don’t). You hate that they’re right.

Although the sex did the job, it lacked the passion that was once there when you two first started dating a lifetime ago. Eventually you grew a little bored. It became repetitive, lackluster even, that you were only half-satisfied by the end of each session. To feed your sexual appetite, you resorted to your vibrator more and more, a toy that you had initially purchased for you and Colt to use together.

“Anyways…” Ymir drawls. “He’s history and so is the vanilla sex. Now, you can let your inner sex fiend out.”

You roll your eyes “You mistake me for someone else.”

Ymir snorts, leveling you with a knowing look. “Yeah right. You weren’t a Puritan before you met Colt. If online dating was more of a thing back in our twenties, you would have been kicking and slipping every night of the week, more than you already were.”

Your skin heats up again, burning the tips of your ears. Sure, in your twenties, you were what some would call ‘floozy’ in nature back then. In your defense, you were a university student, out on your own, and you were definitely not the only person partaking in hookup culture. Now, at thirty, with how normalized it is, you know you’re not the last one either.  If anything, being in a relationship these days is more of an anomaly. 

“Not judging you for your relationship by the way,” Pieck says as a buffer. “Colt’s a nice guy, but he did water you down, you stopped coming out—”

You turn to her. “It’s because—”

“He’s a lightweight, yeah, yeah,” Ymir supplies, bored. “You were too much for him. You’re fun, and Colt?” Ymir’s dark eyes go into orbit. “—snooze.”

As much as you’d like to defend your ex-boyfriend’s honor, your mind draws a blank.

“His loss.” Pieck licks the rim of her margarita glass.

Ymir crunches on another chip, smiling wryly. “Back to my genius idea: Tinder. You’ll have so many options now. You don’t need to find your next boyfriend on it, just meet new people and be down to fuck only."

She says it so simply, but you can’t help feeling like there’s a catch. 

“There’s no better place to explore sexual freedom than on Tinder,” Pieck says. “Scope out the market, see what you’ve been missing out on.” 

You take a hearty sip of the margarita, lip curling. “I don’t even know how to date anymore.”

Pieck tuts. “No one does. There’s no formula either. Tinder requires an open mind, if you overthink it, then you’re not doing it right.”

“It’s about getting to know yourself better while also getting laid. It’s a win-win,” Ymir says. “There’s nothing for you to lose, only gain.”

You raise a brow. “Doesn’t that seem…wrong? We just broke up.”

Pieck blinks, lowering her margarita. “Do you think Colt’s just sulking around?” 

You shake your head. “No, that’s not what I mean. He can go on dates, I guess. It’s just that it feels so new and so soon.” 

As you hear yourself, you realize how unsure you sound. Since Colt dumped you, it’s pointless to expect that he’d waste any time before diving back into the dating pool. If that’s what he’s doing, you’re not bothered by it. And the guilt you expect to feel for considering an idea like online dating is nowhere to be seen either. 

Perhaps it’s your way of making sense of why you feel so…nonchalant about the whole thing. Is there a politically or morally correct way to behave after a break-up?

“Of course not!” Ymir says with a lighthearted scoff. “The second you become a free agent, you can do whatever and whoever you want. Emphasis on the ‘free’ part.”

She’s right, you suppose. 

Ymir takes your brief silence to further argue her idea. “The whole point is to have fun, no strings. If you’re not going to wallow, then get out there and be a hoodrat."

Pieck laughs, and you feel the mood lighten. 

It’s not a bad idea. You’re still not sure how to process the break-up. You’re not hurt, but you are in this limbo of where to go from here. Carry on like normal? Cry? Neither align with your state of mind. 

You’re not hard to convince, reaching for your phone and downloading the app. “Let’s see what’s up.”

A look passes between your friends that could only be described as impish. You bite back the urge to roll your eyes and set up your profile. 

After Pieck and Ymir guide you on what to add to your bio, what you’re looking for, help you pick out the best selfies etc., the true fun begins. 

In the beginning it’s awkward, reading and checking a person’s pictures and deem whether he you want to talk to them. But it doesn’t take long for you to ease into it.  

The coaxing and the margarita might have played roles, but after a few profiles, it becomes an addiction. 

Swiping one after another, skimming through varying profiles (a lot of them have their height included), questionable choices of selfies (many shirtless at the gym), it’s all a rush that the three of you had far too much fun crowding over your phone that night. 

“Why does he have a screenshot of his credit score?” Pieck balks. 

“No fucking way, that guy’s in a diaper?” Ymir’s eyes go wide.  “This one says he and his wife want to be a throuple.” You swipe left.   

At some point, you do swipe right on a couple of profiles, purely based on their looks, hardly giving their bios a proper onceover.

At the end of the night, you’re past the point of tipsy, tired, but pleased to have had a fun night with your best friends. As you doze off in bed that night, your phone lights up with several new notifications on your nightstand. 

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[jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd]

How would the aot boys react to reader friend zoning them lol

friend-zoned

eren would act super cool and nonchalant about it but in reality, he’s going absolutely feral inside. he doesn’t understand why you’d reject him because he can get any girl he wishes. what’s so different about you? he becomes super clingy after this, trying to win you over.

armin would beat himself up internally. he’d feel really stupid, wondering why he couldn’t see the signs that you’re just friends. he sulks for a day or two but he gets past it because he isn’t willing to let your friendship go to waste.

jean doesn’t believe you when you tell him he’s nothing more than a friend. he insists that there’s been a romance blossoming and he doesn’t understand why you’re saying this when you clearly have feelings for him.

connie’s pretty disappointed but he doesn’t have a hard time letting it go. infact, he makes jokes about it all the time. he also pretends like he’s mortally wounded by it just to make you feel bad and whenever you apologize for it, he just laughs at you.

reiner takes it a little…personally. he has trouble with rejection already and you didn’t help by friend zoning him. he’s offended and stops talking to you for a while. he’s pretty stubborn but he comes around eventually and apologizes for making you feel like you owe him something.

bertholdt is sad but he understands that you can’t just magically change how you feel. additionally, his feelings never go away but he really does try to suppress them. he wishes you’d change your mind and he’s willing to wait if you ever do.

zeke is just fine with being friends. that’s what he says, anyway. he still makes moves on you, insisting that you guys can just ‘kiss as friends.’ it’s flattering but he comes on a little strong. eventually, you have to be firm with him and tell him to knock it off.

porco takes it to heart but he’s more angry than anything. he says you’ve been leading him on, teasing him, etc. you apologize if you made it seem that way but he doesn’t want to hear it. he just goes out and finds another girl in hopes of pissing you off enough to get him out of the friend zone.

erwin doesn’t understand the concept of a friend zone. he knows that it’s allegedly a bad spot to be put in but he thinks that if you’re truly a good friend to someone, the zone is a fine place to be. so, when you tell him you’re not into him like that, he understands and is just happy being your friend.

levi isn’t particularly satisfied with your answer but he doesn’t push it. he respects you and your feelings enough to not be a dick about it. however, he can be a little toxic. he’ll be your friend but he will scare your dates away. he doesn’t mean to but he can’t help it. he’ll crawl out of that friend zone one way or another.

here’s the link to my jean fic that has a lot of connie and ymir time in it. oh it’s also a slow burn

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[blackbloodredpepper]

The kids made Bob a Smelliest Man Award and he hung it up by the grill 😭

#Bob belcher is best dad #fangirl #bob belcher #bob’s burgers #tina belcher #bobs burgers #bob’s burgers headcannon #linda belcher #bob’s burgers fanart #gene belcher #louise belcher #headcannons #bob burgers #zeke bobs burgers #zekina #i love bobs burgers #i love bob so much #bobs burgers fandom #bob’s burgers fandom #fanfiction #the bobs burgers movie

[mrswint3rs]

Can you do a Zeke one?

𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 ᯐ

pairings- Professor! Zeke x Fem! Reader

a/n- i love this man with all my heart // not proofreading bc if i do i’ll cringe and delete the whole thing

cw- Teacher x Student relations, fantasizing, some mentions of guilt, public masturbation, age gap (reader is early 20s / Zeke is mid 40s), unprotected sex, use of praise as always ❦

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In all his years of teaching, he’d never had a student quite like you. Never had he even considered looking at one of his students as anything more. Then you came along. Or rather, he did.

It was good to start a clean slate every now and then, to get a chance at doing something new. So he decided to take a sabbatical leave, temporarily parting from his home country.

It wasn’t the first time he had traveled to the states, but teaching there was a different story.

Seemed phyc was a more common course to take for a GPA raise rather than it was important. Most students didn’t take his teachings all that seriously, handing in the most atrocious attempts at an essay.

No one engaged in his lectures, even when he made an effort to make them more interesting and interactive. They all just lifelessly sat through each day, like his words went in one ear and right out the other.

Only you seemed to be interested in actually learning, laughed at his dry humored jokes when none of your other peers did. It was his only motivation to get through each day. He considered going back to his roots. It all felt sort of pointless, like he wasn’t getting through to anyone.

Sure his lessons and theories were a little old fashioned and boring at times, but he didn’t think he was all that bad. It was what he worked so hard through his youth for. He was pretty confident in all his knowledge and wanted nothing more than to provide his insight which you finally gave him a chance at.

You never skipped class, always turned in assignments on time, and you actually participated. Every question you’d be the first to raise your hand, most times you’d be the only one to do so. You even went out of your way to speak with him after class ended, either questions about the lecture or just to talk to him in general.

He knew he shouldn’t favor his students, but really he couldn’t help it.

You put so much effort into studying, and it showed in all your test results. Exams were a breeze for you because you actually heard him when he spoke. Always front row.

He looked forward to seeing you there, probably more than he should. And he absolutely despised seeing you talking to your other teachers. He could only hope he was your favorite.

It was that jealous build up that made him realize just how much you started to cloud his thoughts.

He started to favor you so much he could hardly see your faults. Any mistakes on your papers, he’d ignore, just to see you beam at his approval when it was handed back. Not that he needed any excuse to praise you, you were without a doubt at the top of your class even without his foul play.

In no way did you try to provoke him. You were a humble girl, just trying to get your credits. Yet he couldn’t help but wish it was something more than that.

The way you looked at him, as if waiting for something. He couldn’t resist the feeling of wanting you. And that want was gradually shifting into a need. No woman in his age group ever got him that needy. Only you and your possibly yearning gaze.

He grips his cock, stroking to the thought of you like a mad man after class. Nobody came into his office after lunch hours anyway.

He cusps his freehand over his mouth to silence his pathetic groaning as he fucks into his other one, closing his eyes tight and imagining you at the front of his class. Just sitting and listening to him so intently. You were so innocently enticing.

Just the thought of you doing something so normal was enough to make him lose himself.

It was so morally wrong and he knew that deep down. It only made it feel more thrilling, making him shoot spurts all over the underside of his desk.

God, he was a sick man. Completely thinking with his dick as if he was a teenaged boy again. He felt like he needed to be baptized or something.

But even with the aftermath guilt, his need for you was unwavering. He just didn’t know how to get closer to you. You probably didn’t see him that way. He didn’t think he fit the role of the ‘sexy professor’ that all the girls fawned over. He was just a dorky middle aged man trying to be what his parents wanted him to be. It was more than likely that you only saw him for what he was.

It was normal to have at least one teachers pet. You just tried harder than most to be successful. If you want something, you have to earn it.

You knew that all too well. Which was the real reason behind your commitment to his class.

Sure, you needed those credits and a straight grade, but those weren’t your main concerns. The second you stepped foot in that room and laid eyes on him, he became the whole focus point. He was beautiful and not in a self absorbed way, which was so rare. It was like he didn’t even realize how appealing he was, and you wanted nothing more than to show him.

Anyone could take notice of how awkward his lectures were. When he tried to interact and joke around and they were all so blandly silent. You felt bad.

Soon, you started putting yourself in front of him as much as you possibly could, becoming one of the only ones to make an effort to engage with the poor man. It was clear he was trying his best.

And he was an excellent instructor. You weren’t all brains, and his lectures made more sense than any of the previous. To you, everything he taught just clicked. You were fascinated by his witt, even his profound opinions. It was the only class you didn’t feel obligated to attend.

At first he was just eye candy. But over time you grew to actually appreciate his unique personality as well. He wore his heart on his sleeve more than he probably realized. You could read him like an open book. And it was especially clear how he felt in the way he looked at you, and that lopsided greeting smile when you looked back.

He seemed so happy every time you’d approach him after class. It was clear he was lonely. No one appreciated him the way you did, and you couldn’t understand why. It was beyond pity. You just wanted to see those blue-grey eyes light up, and for his smile to actually reach them.

And him in general.

You could hardly sit still at the sound of his voice going on about the ‘hierarchy of needs’. Well he was leaving out a major one.

You clench your thighs together tighly, shifting like you’re uncomfortable just for the friction from the seem in the crotch of your jeans, gnawing on your inner cheek like a dog with a bone. The last thing you wanted was to let a moan slip in front of everyone. Even you realize how desperate you were behaving. The man was just talking for fucks sake.

It was always so easy for you to take it in before, but now you’re not following what he’s teaching at all, only focusing on the rasp undertone of his voice. Imagining how it’d sound if he was buried deep inside you.

You orgasm so easily, making a mess inside your pants. You just hoped no one took notice of your writhing, and that he wasn’t looking at the way your eyes rolled back as you came so hard to the thought of him. Though a part of you wanted him to catch on.

Eventually your lack of ability to pay attention caught up to you. Your grades started to slip, which shocked him since you were doing so well before. He couldn’t help but feel concerned and he wanted to know the cause of the change. Which led you to being called into his office, with the door and blinds shut for privacy.

Where you always deep down aspired to be. Just preferably not for this reason. You never wanted to disappoint him.

“Have a seat wherever you’re comfortable,” he says, pulling up one of your recent works.

You pull out the chair in front of his desk, plopping down and looking everywhere but at him. Blatantly obvious you’re aware of the reason you were summoned.

“Forgive me for being vague in my email… I just wanted to check on you.” he says. “Lately you’ve been…sort of out of it. I just want to be sure you’re taking care of yourself.”

“No need to be concerned about me, Professor Yeager.” you immediately chime in. “I’ll pick up the slack.”

“I’m not as much worried about your grades as I am about you. You’re a very talented girl. I’d hate to see you struggle, especially on my account.”

“It’s not your fault,” yes it is. “You’re one of the greatest teachers i’ve ever had.”

And that’s one of the sweetest things he’s ever heard. He struggles to keep up his professional facade as those words come out of your mouth. Something he had wanted to receive throughout his whole career.

“Is that so?” he presses on. “Why is that? I fear i’m nothing short of the average.”

You breathe out, almost frustrated by his self undermining. “You’re anything but average, professor. In all aspects.”

You couldn’t be more obvious. The only way you were getting anywhere with him was by being flat out bold. Even if he turned you down, you couldn’t miss out on the chance to reveal yourself. It was nearing the end of his sabbatical leave. You knew he would only be there for one semester.

“In…all aspects?”

You wanted to curl up and die. You knew he was a bit of a loser, but thought surely he could take a hint. He had to have had a woman in his life at some point.

Instead of further delving into the details of feelings, you shoot your shot, leaning in to take his lips. No way to misinterpret that.

It finally clicks with him then. You wanted him all the same, came straight to him.

Next thing you know, you’re flat on your stomach, face smooshed against the smooth wood of his desk with his cock jabbing in and out of your drenched cunt. He didn’t have to restrain himself any longer, finally you were right where he wanted you to be. All those days of pumping into his hand were nothing compared to actually having you. Just as tight and eager as he imagined. He knew you were innocent on the outside, but nobody is ever fully innocent on the inside.

“Such a pretty girl,” he moans. “I’ve waited so long to have you like this.”

He hits that spot repeatedly, making you gasp for breaths. “s’ too good…” you mewl, your pussy practically swallowing him up whole.

“Thank you for being such a wonderful student,” he groans, hips stuttering as he feels you tighten around his length. “Taking me so damn good…”

“I’m so proud of you for how far you’ve come.” he adds, and you turn into a puddle. “All for me,”

He continues to rut into you, neither of you caring about the consequences. Your moans are so angelic to him. He wishes he could watch your face, look into your eyes while he fucks you. He just wants you to need him.

“Gonna cum, Professor!” you warn with a whine, only urging him to pick up the pace. He hooks his arm underneath you, rapidly rubbing your puffy clit to break you further.

“That’s it…” he pants. “Cum with me. All over my cock.”

“ Give it to me, please.”

You clamp down as you finally burst. The feeling takes you whole. Your mouth opens but no sound comes out. You feel your body tingling from head to toe as he fucks you through it, chasing his own release.

You’re put down to a breathless, whiny mess, unable to even see straight or think about anything but your teacher’s cock, stuffing you oh so full of his cum with no regard.

He keeps going until it’s overstimulating him. He didn’t want to part from you. Ever. But as it got to be too much, he forces himself to pull out, releasing a pitiful whimper at the separation.

But you looked so beautiful, sprawled out and twitching on his desk. He couldn’t control the hardening of his cock again. He needed a break, though he didn’t know how long he could last without your warmth again. He needed to have all of you for himself. He’d never be satisfied otherwise.

“Can you take me again?” he asks, not wanting to tire you out entirely. You still had class after this.

You babble out repetitive pleads for more in response and he has to grip his length to calm the throbbing. He couldn’t wait, even for five minutes. You had him completely addicted at the first taste.

“That’s my girl.”

mlist

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[bruhstories]

in heat

summary: zeke works from home. pairing: zeke x fembodied!reader warnings & content: reader is tied up, bdsm dynamics if you squint, vaginal fingering, unprotected p in v (don't be silly wrap your willy), dirty talking, terms of endearment (love, sweetheart, honey) w/c: 1.3k

a/n: just a quickie with zeke, nothing more, nothing less. unedited as per usual

"You need to keep that filthy mouth of yours quiet, yeah?" Zeke picked up his phone and answered the call. "Oh, Mr. Magath, to what do I owe the pleasure?'

He spoke so casually, as if you didn't have your hands tied up behind your back, drooling over the ballgag in your mouth and Zeke's fingers deep in your cunt. After all, it was just a typical work from home day for him.

"The meeting went well. No, Galliard behaved, surprisingly." Zeke shrugged, although his boss couldn't see him. He dragged his thumb lazily up and down your clit, and you closed your eyes, bucking your hips against his hand.

This has been ongoing for the past twenty, twenty-five minutes. You weren’t exactly sure. It felt like more than that. All you wanted was for him to fuck you relentlessly, but Zeke enjoyed taking his time with you. It wasn't for your pleasure, but for his. He needed to see you wriggle and writhe under his touch, to know how much control he had over your body, to hear you beg for his cock.

Your body violently twitched on his desk when he practically ripped a growl from your throat with his skilled fingers. With wide eyes, you watched him frown, eyes fixed on yours.

"Mr. Magath, if you'll excuse me just a minute..." Zeke muted his phone. "What did I tell you? Well?" He asked, knowing full well that you couldn't reply back.

Instead, you tried to squeeze your thighs together in a futile attempt to stop him. He was on the phone with his boss, for fuck's sake. But Zeke paid Magath no mind, using his elbow to keep your legs spread open.

"Sorry, chief. Everything's fine, it's just my dog." He spoke, and you whined when he removed his fingers from your cunt, opting to let your blood boil. "She's been acting strange, lately. Think she might be in heat."

Zeke's words were cruel, but all they did was turn you on more. It was incredible how this man could admire and love you so much, yet he could also degrade you like you were dirt on his shoes. He knew exactly what buttons to push to switch you from respectable and clever to needy and hungry for his cock.

Your blood indeed boiled in your veins, because you were unable to get the much-desired friction that you ached for. Oh, and Zeke loved it. He loved watching your eyes fill to the brim with tears and your hips roll on his desk wanting more. He eventually indulged you, pinching one of your sensitive nipples before dragging his fingers down your abdomen.

"The reports are done, I have emailed them to Mr. Smith already." Zeke nonchalantly chatted with Magath while his index and middle finger brushed up and down your slit.

You were soaked, absolutely dying to feel him inside of you, but you knew he wouldn't give it to you just yet. When his fingers finally pushed past your slick folds, you arched your back and moaned, and Zeke's lips twitched in anger.

"I'm afraid I need to take the dog out, Mr. Magath. I'll let the files upload while I do that." He curled his fingers and you wanted to scream, tell him to hurry up and fuck you, but the damned ballgag stopped you from saying anything. Instead, all that came out of you was a series of guttural growls that echoed in Zeke's study.

"Oh, she's getting impatient. Have a nice day, chief." He hung up and tossed the phone on the sofa next to his desk.

Your eyes were filled with both tears of pleasure, and terror, because you knew how mean Zeke could be when you disobeyed him. He used his free hand to pull the ballgag out of your mouth and untie your arms, and a string of apologies spilled from your lips.

"Are you really that desperate for my cock that you couldn't wait five minutes?" His voice was low and threatening, and you shook your head.

"Sorry, 'm sorry-"

"Sorry isn't gonna help you, love." Zeke picked up the pace, thrusting his fingers deeper into your aching cunt, his other hand unbuckling his belt.

"Please fuck me, please, please!" You cried out, feeling your climax bubbling inside of you.

"Oh, I'll fuck you, alright. But first, you're gonna have to fuck yourself with my fingers. You need to earn my cock, sweetheart." He palmed the bulge in his trousers, a groan escaping his lips when he felt you clench around his fingers.

Shamelessly, you pushed your hips against his hand, trying your best to do as you were told. It would've helped ti have your hands untied so you could prop yourself against them, but nonetheless, you managed to come on his fingers, body shuddering from the ecstasy.

"Atta girl." Zeke removed his fingers from your sloppy cunt, giving your thigh a firm slap. "You did well." He said, unzipping his trousers.

"Wait, I can't-"

"You can, and you will." Zeke pulled his cock out, and your eyes darted to it, instinctively licking your lips when you saw it. "Weren’t you the one so desperate for me to fuck you?"

You said nothing, because he was right, so you spread your legs wider, earning a 'good girl' from him. Zeke dragged his cock up and down your slit, coating it in your slick before pushing it in. Even after so much time, you couldn't get used to the size of it, and you whimpered when he bottomed out.

"Fuck, you're so tight." He growled, eyes rolling back as you took him so well. Wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his back, you braced yourself for the feral thrusts, and Zeke delivered. He needed you just as much as you needed him, and he didn't hold back, fucking you with aggression and passion.

"Oh, God! Feels good, so-oh good!" You buried your face in the crook of his neck, taking in his scent. You hated the smell of cigarettes, but whenever you felt it on Zeke, you just couldn't help but be aroused.

"Yeah, you like that, don't you? Filthy little slut." His cock brushed over your cervix, buried so deep inside of you that your abdomen hurt.

It was painfully good, and you wouldn't have it any other way. You loved the dynamic you had, and you loved him. It was the perfect balance of love and hate.

"Zeke!" You cried out, feeling yourself close again. "Shit, I'm gonna cum!"

"Again? Aren't you desperate today?" He mocked you. "How pathetic."

"'m pathetic-" You choked on your words, mumbling incoherent sentences while he fucked you deeper and harder. "Gonna cum!"

"Go on, cum on my cock. Show me how much you love me."

"Love you, I love you, I lo-oh! Oh, fuck!" Your dignity left your body when you trembled in Zeke's arms, limbs quivering and your mind cloudy. You were certain you were going to faint from exhaustion.

Zeke slowly pulled out of you, cock still hard. But he wasn't about to fuck you to death, although he was sure you wanted that.

"Let's clean you up." He said and you shook your head.

"Need to... help you finish." You mumbled in your dazed state, but Zeke didn't listen.

"Honey, you're tired. You've already done so much today." He helped you down from his desk and untied your hands.

"What about you?"

"I've got hands, don't I?" Zeke chuckled, dragging you to the bathroom. "Come, I'll order us some food for dinner."

"Sushi?" You yawned, turning the tap on.

"Sushi." He checked the temperature to make sure you wouldn't faint in the shower.

"You know, if anyone saw how we have sex they'd think you're one of those shitty alpha male influencers." You laughed, getting in the shower.

"It's not my fault I've got a freaky girlfriend." He rolled his eyes. "Oh, speaking of." Zeke stripped and got in the shower with you, because the internet was so bad, he knew those files haven't uploaded yet. "Will you marry me? The ring's in my study, I got carried away-"

"Yes. Fuck yes."

#zeke jeager #zeke yeager #zeke x reader #zeke yeager x reader #zeke yeager smut #zeke jaeger #attack on titan #attack on titan smut #attack on titan fanfiction #attack on titan x reader #fem!reader #fembodied!reader

[chrollohearttags]

rich tech ceo!zeke hcs pls😫

oooh! this is a good one. 😫 Because picture him being a tech CEO with this multi-million dollar company, pursuing (y/n), the owner and founder of a new rising business and him being unable to sway her as easily as all the other women he’s pursued.

cw: black fem reader, zeke being a bit of a narcissist but reader being a badder bitch, alcohol use, sexual content, oral (f. receiving), sub (ish) zeke, hair pulling, smoking

rich tech ceo!zeke is every bit the epitome of the stereotypical CEO and ‘self made billionaire.’ Selling everyone the bootstraps, ‘dollar and a dream’, ideology when in reality, a nice little loan from daddy helped offset his business venture.

rich tech ceo!zeke began his company at only 19 years old, tinkering around with old phones and computers, curating software that would work universally on either device. Doing so while attending some upscale university and trying to figure out a way to decrease his homework load.

upon stumbling across the idea, he worked tirelessly to create programs that would help not only students but professionals as well better manage their time and resources. Instantly thrusting him into the spotlight. Putting him alongside names like Jobs, Gates and Hawking. He was well on his way to notoriety and fame.

rich tech ceo!zeke amassed over five million in his first year and went on to average ten million a year after that. He grew to be among the richest men in the world and even graced Forbes’ 30 Under 30. He was a man of much wealth and high status, believing there’s nothing money can’t buy. Flaunting it all every chance he gets. That is until he comes across (y/n) (l/n).

rich tech ceo!zeke first stumbles across your name when he sees you featured in the same issue special and learns that you’re being deemed as the woman who’s ‘changing the face of business forever’ with your all in one revolutionary app that allows people to shop black owned businesses in one place (think the Miiriya app).

zeke sees this as not only super creative but lucrative as well and wants to see what the fuss is about..he gets his moment when he gets word that you are looking for extra shareholders to invest.

“Set up a meeting with this miss (L/N). I think with the right amount of pressure and incentive, she’ll sell to us entirely.”

rich tech ceo!zeke is met with the shock of a lifetime when he sees the stunning beauty, standing at half his height in a sleek black dress and gorgeous brown skin complexion walking in with a team of lawyers, ready to discuss business. But he can’t keep his eyes off of you.

it’s during this meeting that things become intense and the two of you engage in a heated battle of negations. Throwing subtle slams at one another..

“Well Ms. (L/N), with all due respect..your profits haven’t been nearly as maximized as they could be. With our help, you could have something truly amazing on your hands.” “Well with all disrespect, Mr. Jaeger..I’ve gotten this far without you or anyone else helping me so I have to disagree.”

rich tech ceo!zeke, who’s never had anyone in his life, less known a woman, talk to him in such a way is beside himself. Not only because you matched his energy but that fiery attitude turned him on.

rich tech ceo!zeke knows that your paths have to cross again, even if it isn’t in a business setting. Asking his assistant to set up a dinner for the two of you to further discuss things for his own agenda and is feeling himself when you accept, just knowing that you’d never shoot down someone like him. Not to mention his offer of buying you out for $1.6M

“I figured you’d accept but I'm glad you’re here.” “I'm a very busy woman and my time is very precious, please don’t ever waste it with a bullshit offer like that ever again”

rich tech ceo!zeke quickly learns you’re not going to be easy to crack. But he’s so enamored with you, he keeps trying every underhanded tactic to get your attention. Not just for business but pleasure as well. Until finally, you call his bluff.

“I only deal with real men, Mr. Jaeger. Not sneaky little boys…if you want me or my business, you approach me as such.”

rich tech ceo!zeke, who finds himself in your office of the new high rise building in the city, running a hand up your thighs in a last ditch effort to sweep your innovation out from under you, realizes he’ll have to work a whole lot harder and maybe even grovel a bit. And at this point, he’s desperate because he’s never been told ‘no’ a day in his life.

“I’m sure we can work out some sort of deal, but first, there’s something I need you to do for me.”

rich tech ceo!zeke, who finds himself underneath your desk with your legs spread wide and Giuseppe heels resting on his shoulders as he flicks his tongue greedily around your clit; feasting as you guide his head along with your hand. Even snagging one of his cigarettes from his pocket; igniting it as he eats you out.

“You know, you look much cuter with your mouth shut..”

rich tech ceo! zeke, who can’t believe he’s been all hit reduced to your personal playtoy is so humiliated that he’s begging you but can’t get over how good you taste.

rich tech ceo!zeke, who’ll never be the same after running across you..his rival turned secret lover.

#cherry’s asks 🍒 #zeke yeager x black reader #zeke jaeger x reader #zeke yeager #black fem reader #black reader #aot x black reader #black reader smut #black fanfiction #zeke jaeger #zeke yaeger x reader #zeke aot #zeke drabble #zeke jaeger headcanons #zeke jeager x reader #aot au #zeke jäger #black fanfic writer #zeke smut #zeke jaeger x black fem reader #ugh the thought of making him (y/n)‘s bitch is so pleasing #queued post

[liveinsaturn]

smol baby in his dad’s arms

#attack on titan #aot #beast titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot fanart #eren jaeger #eren yeager #zeke yeager #zeke yaeger #zeke jeager #zeke jaeger #zekesnk #aot zeke #zekeaot #snkzeke #aot fandom #aot fanfiction #snk fanart #snk fanfiction #snk #snk headcanons #aot headcanons #зикйегер #эрен йегер #attack on titan final season #grisha yeager #grisha jaeger #dina fritz #eldians #grishayeager

[sixpennydame]

Make. Believe. ❖ Drabbles

The WIRED Interview

A/N: I wanted to explore some of the interviews and other promotions that Actor!Levi does for the final part of Attack on Titan, but that don't quite fit into the Make. Believe. storyline.

Big shoutout to @fictional-d-supremacy who gave me the idea for the WIRED interview. This is just pure fun between Levi and Zeke. Enjoy!

Make.Believe. Series

“Hi, I’m Zeke Yeager.”

“And I’m Levi Ackerman, and this is the WIRED autocomplete interview.”

WIRED has searched for the internet’s most burning questions about Zeke and Levi, to which they’ll take turns answering. Zeke loves these kinds of things. Levi…

…not so much. But he tolerates it, and always has a good time with Zeke, who seems to be his constant interview companion.

Levi picks up the board with the pre-chosen questions and peels off the first one. “Is Zeke Yeager like his character in Aot?” Levi looks at Zeke. “I mean, I have opinions on this.”

“And your opinions are that of course I am nothing like my character in Attack on Titan.  I do not want to commit mass eugenics, for one thing.” 

“True..” Levi pauses, “but you are a bit of an asshole.”

“What?!” Zeke shockingly yells out. “I’m the nicest!”

“Yes, you are.” Levi looks at the camera and mouths silently, “he’s not,” then smirks.

Levi pulls off the next question. “Does Zeke Yeager play baseball? He does..”

“Yeah, I do, actually. I played baseball in high school and went to university on a baseball scholarship. But then the acting bug bit and I put my lucrative baseball career behind. Who knew it’d become such a big part of my life again.”

“Ok, next one..” Levi reads, “What is Zeke Yeager’s haircut called?”

“Oh this is the 90’s boy band special haircut right here.” Both men laugh. “It’s all about that middle part, baby.”

“That beard isn’t 90’s boy band though,” Levi teases.

“Well, we can’t all have beautiful baby faces like yours, Levi.” Zeke reaches over and strokes Levi’s cheek. “As smooth as a baby’s butt.”

Levi shoos him away. “Alright, alright, not in front of the cameras.”

“Oh right…that’s for later..” Zeke winks. 

Levi rolls his eyes. “This is the last one. Is Zeke Yeager monkey?”

They both look at each other, confused. “Is Zeke Yeager…monkey…” Zeke says slowly. “Is that a complete sentence?”

“Who writes these?” Levi laughs.

“The internet is a strange, strange place.” Zeke straightens up in his seat and looks straight into the camera. “No, dear internets, I am not ‘monkey’. I am just a man - a simple, good-looking, talented man,” he says with conviction. 

Zeke lifts up the board beside him and pulls off the tape on the first question. “Your turn, buddy: Is Levi Ackerman short?”

“Define ‘short’.” Levi laughs. “I mean, yes, by most standards, I suppose I am. It used to bother me when I was younger but now…well, it doesn’t matter to me.”

“But don’t tease him about his height,” Zeke cuts in, “because he will punch you in the arm.”

“No, I just do that to you,” Levi retorts.

“Awww, I’m special..” Zeke pulls the next tape. “Does Levi Ackerman hate Zeke Yeager?” Zeke looks at Levi with puppy eyes, but Levi stays silent. “Well?”

“Define ‘hate’.” Zeke makes a motion as if he’s stabbing his own heart. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. No, I don’t hate Zeke. Our characters loathe each other, yes, but off-camera, we’re actually good friends.”

“Dare I say…best friends?” Zeke puts a hand on Levi’s knee.

“Good friends,” Levi says as he raises an eyebrow.

“…that are practically best friends.” Before Levi can respond, Zeke reads the next question. “Is Levi Ackerman dating Hange Zoe? Oooooh…”

“I get this one a lot. No, Hange and I aren’t dating, but we do hang out a lot together, when we have time. They were one of my first friends I made on set and will always have a special place in my heart.”

“Just like I have a special place in your heart,” Zeke smiles before tearing off the tape on the board. “Did Levi Ackerman date Erwin Smith?”

Levi smirks. “As if I would be so honored.”

A pause. “That’s all you’re gonna say about that? You’re such a tease, Levi,” Zeke replies. “Last one here..” Zeke tears off the tape slowly, “Is Levi Ackerman single? Apparently, everyone is obsessed with your love life, Levi. Actually, he-“

“I am, at the moment, yes,” Levi breaks in. Zeke stares at him, but quickly hides the surprise on his face. “Well, you heard it here first, ladies and gentlemen. The man is single.” Zeke smirks at the camera, “As am I.” He winks.

——

The filming ends and the bright lights dim as Levi and Zeke get up from their chairs. “Hey nice job, man. That was fun,” Zeke exclaims as he grabs his jacket from an assistant. “But that last question..”

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” Levi quickly blurts out. There’s an awkward moment of silence between the two men, then, “I mean, it wouldn’t have worked out, right? We both have so much going on right now and for all I know she’s already in Iceland and has completely forgotten about me.”

“Sounds like you haven’t forgotten about her, though. That’s your problem right there.” Zeke puts his arm around Levi’s shoulder. “I’m going out with a very lovely makeup artist tonight for some drinks and she has a very lovely friend. You should come with us.”

He should go; it would do him good to relax a bit with a friend and have a few drinks. But to meet another girl - to flirt and make small talk and feign interest..

..he’s not ready for that.

“Nah, I think I’ll pass this time. I just want to take it easy tonight.”

“Your loss. But I guess I’ll do my best to entertain two pretty ladies on my own.” 

“I’m sure you’ll manage somehow.” Levi laughs. “See you at the Vanity Fair shoot?”

“Another chance to hang out with the world’s hottest shortie? I’m counting down the days!” Levi punches him hard in the arm. “Ow!”

#let me know if you have any other ideas for drabbles! #these are so fun! #sixpennydame make.believe. #sixpennydame drabbles #actor!levi #aot actor au fan fiction #aot actor au #aot drabbles #aot fanfiction #snk fanfiction #snk levi ackerman #levi ackerman #levi ackerman drabbles #zeke yeager #actor!zeke yeager #zeke jeager

[theepisceswriter]

Dominating/ Pegging AOT men pt. 1 (Reiner & Zeke)

A/N: another request from my stoned thot anon, blessing us all with their request ideas. WE FUCKING MEN IN THE ASS ALL 2023!!!

TW: mommy kink for Reiner, Power bottom meanie Zeke, and your usual freaky shit, 18+

REINER

Bye, why wouldn't the king of mommy kink allow you to dom and peg him!?!?!? If anything, HE'S the one who introduced the idea of you being something like a dominatrix for him and you were more than happy to comply. It fits the natural dynamic of your relationship too well.

The very first night the two of you incorporated it in the bedroom he was a moaning pink flustered mess underneath you and you were so wet that the strap kept shifting out of place. From then on the two of you knew it was going to be a staple in the bedroom.

He thoroughly enjoys allowing you to have access to him in such a vulnerable way and how good you make him feel.

"Thank you so much mommy for fucking me so good, you make me feel so good", "No one else could ever make me feel as good as you do, mommy. No one.", "You fuck and treat me so well, I can't wait until it's my turn to put my cock in you and make you feel just as good."

He looks absolutely angelic during all this nasty dirty talk; eyes doe and slightly teary, cheeks rosy and tear-stained, and gazing up at you with nothing but pure adoration.

You two indulge in all types of gadgets and positions to keep things spicy and not boring. Both of you guys' favorite position is missionary. There's something about you being able to see Reiner's face contort with pleasure while you're deep into him and stroking his cock that stirs up something feral in you. And he enjoys watching you just as much.

This man's stamina is like a horse's. As soon as you're done fucking him and making sure he reaches his climax, he's on you like bees on honey. He wastes no time in pounding you with his cock even if he was satisfied from the night already, your pleasure is equally as important to him and he won't stop until he's sure that you're just as satisfied as him. Even if he is tired.

His favorite way to thank you is by letting you sit on his face and use his tongue as you please. He'll lift you on his face right after you're done fucking him, it's his favorite to wiggle his tongue through the straps of the strap-on and find your sweet swollen clit to suck on like a pacifier.

Best believe the aftercare is A1 too. The best pillow talk and cuddling sessions to exist in history.

ZEKE

Zeke won’t let you full-on peg him, but I can see him being into less intense butt stuff like rimming or even letting you put a finger or two up there for added sensation but that's as far as that goes for him.

BUT, He does like giving you control in the bedroom every now and then because it's amusing to him that you think you can even do that.

P O W E R BOTTOM THROUGH AND TRUE. This man is a verbal sadistic

"You really think you can fuck me better than I can fuck you", "So cute seeing those dainty fingers try and work my hole when you can barely get them to wrap around my cock", "I could flip you over right now and have you under me faster than you can get a moan out."

Nights when he allows you to take control always end up being the most frustrating ones because he's cocky as hell and doesn't shut up. His comebacks are too quick and witty for you to think of faster ones as a baby dom, but you're getting there. All this egging on and torment is really just to turn you into his perfect dom. He wants you to mean it when you tell him to shut up and make you cum 3 times in a row or he won't come at all. It's your aggressiveness and frustration with him that really turns him on.

The more comfortable you two get with this arrangement the more you find out how crazy humiliation makes him. One night you said something along the lines of, "No wonder you won't let me peg you; this pathetic hole couldn't take a fake cock even if it wanted to." THE MAN WAS TOO STUNNED TO SPEAK BUT WHEW ! I don't think he even knew that he enjoyed humiliation that much and you knew he loved it from the way his cheeks turned the same color as the tip of his cock and not to mention the precum that was flowing down his shaft like a river.

Your rim jobs have a tranquilizing effect on him and he requests one almost every time he gets oral from you. Feeling the hot warm muscle that is your tongue poke and prod at the most sensitive and fleshy part of his body leaves him gripping the edge of the bed until his knuckles turn white.

It's your favorite sight; Him with his mouth slightly agape, chest vibrating with groans, and his t-shirt slightly pushed up farther on his abdomen revealing the muted gold happy trail leading to his dick. And you being the demon that you are, of course you add in a handjob that has him shooting strings of cum on his stomach when he reaches his climax.

#had to feed my aot girlies too #(this is a two year old draft too) #Spicy. #aot x reader #aot smut #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan fanfiction #attack on titan smut #attack on titan headcanons #reiner braun smut #reiner braun fanfiction #reiner braun x reader #reiner braun headcanons #zeke jaeger smut #zeke jaeger x reader #zeke yeager x reader #zeke jaeger headcanons

[levmada]

which aot characters would watch barbie or oppenheimer

i made this in like 10minutes prepare for stupidity

Levi: his answer is conditional based on who he’s with (“i will follow you erwin smith”) but he’s more overstimulated by sound than sight, so he’d go with barbie, but levi is not a “little girl” so he’d dislike oppenheimer the least

Erwin: oppenheimer. do i even need to explain that the historical 3-hour long movie featuring an anti-hero with hard to understand intellectual concepts would appeal to erwin smith

Hange: hard choice. oppenheimer would be very intellectually stimulating for them, as well as feeding a special interest, but also hange is hange and barbie is barbie. it depends on who they’re with

Mike: oppenheimer. falls asleep somehow and is only managed to be shaken awake by hange during the nude scenes

Eren: LMAO

zoned out whenever a bomb wasn’t going off.

Mikasa: will go wherever eren goes, in which case oppenheimer. but that would be her choice anyway (but secretly goes by herself to barbie on a different day with a solid alibi).

Armin: he would choose oppenheimer but enjoy barbie more

Zeke: oppenheimer. literally studies world war 2 in order to compete with erwin intellectually. equal match. gets a major superiority complex about it though and corrects anyone who mispronounces oppenheimer’s name. also tries to talk over the action sequences and somehow manages to make himself heard.

Pieck: barbie :3 wholesome fun

Gabi: goes to oppenheimer partly just to defy all expectations of her and ends up hating it because it’s confusing. in the tiniest crevice of her heart she accepts that barbie is an okay movie.

Falco: barbie. but he’ll go wherever gabi goes and enjoys barbie more as well.

Annie: oppenheimer. had no knowledge of ww2 or atomic weapons beforehand and thereafter it became a special interest for her.

Bertholdt: will go wherever annie and reiner go. has no opinion one way or another because he is also not the target audience for barbie, but has no interest in large explosions (traumatic)

Reiner: oppenheimer. but got overwhelmed by the loud noises and spent half of the 3 hours runtime refilling his friends’ popcorn and drinks. “as long as you guys had a good time.” and he means it

Connie: barbie to be ironic. fell asleep during the real world parts. had a good time though, but can’t explain when asked how

Sasha: wherever her friends go, as long as there’s plenty of snacks. oppenheimer was too pretentious for her tastes and barbie was good fun!

Jean: oppenheimer to be edgy. came out of the theater braindead from confusion (jean is the same person who hates a space odyssey), but insists he understands it and gaslights those who question him on it

Historia: wanted to see both movies back to back with ymir. determined to feel very intellectually about oppenheimer and relate to the characters. it was fine🤷🏻barbie was okay too. she had a good time with ymir.

104th Ymir: will go anywhere historia goes, and historia’s opinion dictates her own. they are lesbians

#this is so dumb sorry #maybe i’ll add more later #aot hcs #aot hc #snk hc #snk hcs #attack on titan hcs #attack on titan headcanons #snk headcanons #aot headcanons #levi ackerman #erwin smith #hange zoe #historia #zeke yeager #mikasa ackerman #oppenheimer #barbie #aot fanfiction #attack on titan #levi.thoughts #erwin.thoughts #mikasa.thoughts #hange.thoughts #reiner.thoughts #jean.thoughts #zeke.thoughts

[mochimooon]

DTF Only (DTF) - zeke jaeger x reader 18+

pairing: Zeke Jaeger x afab! Reader summary: You can't expect every match to want to take you out, but Zeke's more than happy to give you some backdoor action. word count: 4k notes: Part 6 of DTF Only. Zeke is a wee bit scummy here, not too bad. warnings: smut, explicit content, explicit language, mild alcohol consumption, vaginal fingering, anal fingering, anal sex, masturbation ☻ masterpost☻

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+ !!

“Hmm…he’s handsome. The beard’s kept neat, could be a sign that he manscapes.”

“That’s what I’m thinking.” You set your phone down and tap the speaker option. 

Ymir, on the contrary is less sure about him. “Are you sure you want this guy to sodomize you?”

Another date tonight, although, you’re not sure if you’d call this an actual date.  

You had gotten a message from Zeke earlier in the week. Unlike the others, he’s older by eight years, and more forward with his intentions. 

I’m a busy man, but on Thursday I can be all yours.  What do you say? You want to be all mine for a night?

You had just agreed to meet up with Reiner that Monday, and because it was further down the week, you confirmed your interest. 

Perfect. I want to be clear again, I’m a busy man.  Casual fun only. 

Of course, this wasn’t a problem. Little did he know that you were only on this Tinder venture to whore yourself out. Before you got a chance to let him know that another message slipped in, and compared to your previous matches, he’s the boldest.

I like to fuck in the ass btw

Well…now that changes everything.  

You’re not even bothered that Zeke didn’t offer to take you anywhere. Despite his age, he’s to the point with zero effort.

You weren’t going to hold that against him. Fine by you, because anal sex was something you’ve been curious to try for a long time. Therefore, it was enough incentive for you to agree to Zeke’s conditions.  

You had purchased a silicone plug a year ago for beginners, even practiced with it a few times. Although you and Colt never had the chance to try anal sex, the plug was mostly forgotten in the depths of your sock drawer.

To prep for tonight, you reacclimated to the toy all day, keeping it tucked in your asshole until you saw Zeke.

“Okay…Ymir…” Pinching the bridge of your nose, you try to bleach that phrase from your mind. “It sounds pervy when you say it like that.”

“Do you have cataracts? He’s the embodiment of pervy."

Pieck chimes in, always a saint to play devil’s advocate. “Just because he’s a little older, doesn’t make him perverse. Unless that’s what our friend wants.” She teases.

“He’s pushing forty, and yet he’s too much of a cheapass to take you on a real date? Sucks for you ladies; men get lazier with age.”

“I already knew what I signed up for,” you say. “Besides, I’ve been out all week. I’m fine skipping to the sheets tonight.”

“Alright, fair enough,” Ymir concedes. “You were already spoiled by Horseface the other night anyways. What time is he picking you up?”

You stand before the mirror, smoothing out your dress, checking the reflection for any creases. “He’s already sent an Uber, it’ll be here in a couple of minutes.”

A sharp laugh rings out of your phone, startling you.

“So, what are you a pizza?” Ymir cackles. “He placed an order for you on Tinder?”

“Ymir…” Pieck sighs, but you’re not deaf to the telltale humor in her tone. “It was your idea that she got on Tinder.”

“I’m just saying.” Ymir manages to stifle her laughter. “This guy is literally zero effort.”

“Well, like you said before, I don’t need to find my next boyfriend there,” you drawl, rushing to get your heels on. “Doesn’t matter. I’m a busy person, and so is he.”

“Sure,” Ymir says. “Well, for your sake, hope that the anal sex is on some cosmic level. Because this man…it’s no wonder he’s still single at his age.”

“I doubt he cares honestly.” You check your phone to read a new message from the man himself. “I got to get going, he said the Uber should be arriving in a minute. You have his address, just in case.”

“Alright, this is it,” Ymir says. “Next time we hear from you, you won’t be a backdoor virgin anymore.”

“Have fun!” Pieck sings. 

…

The Uber drops you off at 8pm at an impressive home. The property is brand new, modern, in a fancier area in the city. 

Walking up the steps, you hear a light whistle from the doorbell, which you press. 

Zeke appears behind the door, glass of whiskey in hand, sweatpants and no shirt. 

This man really is low effort, you muse, biting back the urge to roll your eyes; somewhat regretting the lingerie you have on under your dress. 

Taking a sip, his lips curl into a smirk. “There she is, even prettier than her pictures.” Behind his glasses, he gives you elevator eyes before he steps aside to invite you in. 

The inside matches the modern architecture outside. The foyer floors are pristine white, that lead in several directions. To the left, a sitting room that looks more like a museum with abstract, contemporary artwork hanging on the wall and cool-toned puffs that serve as seats. 

Zeke leads you past that room and the staircase that faced the door, footsteps muted with fluffy slippers while your heels echo along the tile. 

“This way,” he says over his shoulder. “Let me get you a drink.”

Trailing behind, you admire the muscles in his back, equally as taut as the curve of his ass hidden away in his sweatpants. Moreso, you delight in watching him walk before you with a careless, confident swagger, a king in his castle. 

The open-concept kitchen space bleeds into a humble living room. Like the rest of the house, the finishes are polished and modern, yet more homey than the foyer and sitting room. 

He comes around the long kitchen island where the bottle of whiskey rests. He gestures his glass to point at you. “You look like a champagne gal.” 

You lean against the island’s marble countertop, giving him a flirty look. “You’re right, I am. But I’ll have water tonight.”

He arches a brow. “Water? I can pop some bubbly.” He breathes a laugh when you blink at him. “To celebrate. Two souls finding each other to consummate a special occasion.”

You lick your lips, unsure how to respond. He’s really eager to fuck you in the ass. “Water…thanks.”

Zeke shrugs. “Fine, fine, I only have the sparkling kind.”

He would…

You take the glass he’s offered, sipping the bubble water as you wander the space between the living room and kitchen. It’s big and a bit lonely. You recall the details of Zeke’s profile.

An entrepreneur who runs a few private businesses. It makes sense why he’s shacking up in such a nice home, and it also makes sense why he prefers a booty-call. 

You finish the glass of water and set it down on an end table by the plush couch. 

“Well, do you have a surprise for me?” Zeke’s tongue pushes into his cheek, sipping in the sight of you. 

You do the same, letting your stare dance along his muscled chest before they climb back to admire the strong, bearded jawline. He might lack any effort to woo you properly, but he’s got an allure that most older men tend to have. 

“Maybe…” you tease. 

Zeke grins, a man ready to take a bite out of you. He slides his glasses off, setting them aside. Within a few steps, the distance closes between you both. 

His hand finds the small of your back, tugging you closer to him so that he can bear his darkened gaze upon you. He looks just as good without the glasses, in a way you prefer him without. It gives you a chance to soak in the primal look in his eyes. 

He rubs your back, and had you been naïve, you would have thought it was affectionate. But you’re an adult who came here for a reason and that reason slides from your back to palm your ass. 

“Oooh…” Zeke murmurs. His touch ventures elsewhere, greedy hand sneaking up your dress to sample your bare flesh. “Very nice—” He lifts up the side of your dress, a finger hooking into the garter belt. “Very, very nice. A classy woman, getting dolled up for me.”

His hand continues to explore with purchase, sliding along the curve of your ass, stopping at the center. He’s found what he was searching for. 

Zeke’s eyes light up, and you feel his fingers pull the plug gently. 

Biting your lip, a whine escapes anyways when Zeke pushes the plug deeper. 

He leans forward, delight in his voice. “I’m going to ruin you.” He kisses you, finger pushing against the plug again to swallow your whimper. “Going to have to get used to this, baby. I’m much bigger than your toy.”

A sharp smack lands on your ass cheek, and another. 

You do up an act, wrapping your arms around his neck, to give him a hooded stare. “I think I’m ready to take you.”

A sharper smack lands on your backside from Zeke’s excitement, fingers pulling against the plug and ramming it back in. “Let’s not waste any more time.”

He downs the rest of his glass, hissing from the burn. “Are you sure, you don’t want anything to drink? First time may sting. I don’t want to scare you.”

Butterflies flutter around in your stomach, tickling your nerves that for a second you do consider the offer, but ultimately decide against it. “I’m sure.”

Zeke takes the hint, pulling you in with a tight squeeze on your ass and slotting his mouth over yours. It’s scratchy and heavy with whiskey, an exhilaration between your legs, overshadowing the nerves. 

Setting the glass aside, Zeke takes your hand, leading you up the stairs until you reach his bedroom. 

The size of his bed is comical. California-king, dark red velvet sheets with a plush headrest and mirrored closets. It’s like walking on set of a porn film.   

He turns around, whiskey kiss scratching your lips again. You two make out, a slow build as he walks you back until your legs hit the end of his bed. 

He releases you, backpedaling to admire you in the dress. “Show me what’s under there, sweetheart. Give me a show.”

The room heats up fast, charged by the sexual tension and also from the pressure of Zeke’s gaze. Both have you leveling him with bedroom eyes, lifting your hands to drag the straps of your dress off your shoulders. 

They fall away like petals plucked from the stem, revealing the thinner straps of your lace bra. 

Zeke doesn’t move, still like a statue. You’re quick to look away from his eyes and steal glimpse elsewhere. 

He’s hard, dick visible behind his sweatpants. The sight encourages you to keep going, peeling away the dress in a slow strip tease to unveil the rest of your lingerie. Light blue, Colt’s favorite color. 

The dress pools at your feet and you step out of it, running your hands along the intimate lace. You begin with the push-up bra, cupping your breasts, feeling your hardened nipples there. Fingers travel to your sides, slipping past the bra down to your ribcage to stroke along the matching garter belt at your waist. 

Zeke remains still, eyes fixated on your hands pouring onto the straps that connect to your stockings. It’s only when you bring a hand at the center of your thighs does a stuttered breath bring Zeke back to life. 

“That’s a beautiful set you have on,” he says like he’s talking to your body. “Light blue, very delicate. Can’t promise that’s how I’ll be.” He palms his cock over his sweatpants. 

You bristle at his intent, reaching a hand out to his chest. He finally looks up with a lidded gaze. “I don’t mind if it hurts a little.”

Zeke’s jaw unhinges, a dark moan rushing out. He heaves a laugh to collect himself, but you feel his heart racing beneath your fingertips. 

Taking your hand, he kisses your knuckles, a lecherous smile spreading along his beard. “Get comfortable, baby. On the bed.”

You turn, feeling the drag of his eyes as you crawl atop his bed. Throwing a coy look over your shoulder; he’s eye-fucking your backside. 

You crawl until you’ve reached the center, turning back again when he tuts.

The globes of your ass are in both his large hands, groping you with more pressure than earlier as he spreads you out. 

Zeke tuts again. “Although I knew it, I’m still disappointed that this isn’t as pretty as you are.” There’s a push at the plug. 

You wince, squirming forward, but Zeke catches you by the waist. 

The room whirls, the air pushed out of your chest as you land on your back. Zeke crawls on top of you. 

“I can tell you’re a rookie at this.” He settles between your spread legs, drinking you in. “Just because I want to take you by the ass doesn’t mean I don’t want to look at your face. Or…”

The hands that roamed your lower half explore your chest, groping and squeezing your breasts with calloused fingers. 

“These…This is why I love anal sex. I can see everything…” His gaze drifts, voice dripping with glee. “Including your pussy.”

Pushing your thighs further apart, Zeke openly stares at your pussy, bare, and dripping. A finger pulls at the strap on your thigh, letting it go with a loud snap before his hand paws at your center. 

You shiver.

“Lace, crotchless panties, plug in your ass…Good girl, dressed and ready for me…”

He’s on you suddenly, swallowing your mewl of surprise, no longer restraining his hunger to devour you. His tongue moves with passion and authority, hands running up and down your body, focusing on the lace of the garter belt and bra. 

“Fuck—you’re so—fucking gorgeous—” He frees your mouth to scatter rough kisses along your neck. “Every part of you— ” He’s breathless, though he doesn’t stop showering you with attention. There’s a squeeze on your breast, then a pinch through the fabric. 

Your back arches and Zeke pinches again, sharper. 

“You enjoy that don’t you sweetheart?” The words burn into your clavicle, hot and wet. “And this?” 

Teeth sink into your skin, a wonderful sting that travels down to your pussy, you’re unable to stop your hips from bucking up. 

He laughs. “I hear you.” Pushing back, Zeke leans on his haunches, hands settling on your hips in one long stroke. “Lace looks amazing on you.”

You’re pleased that he appreciates the lingerie. The last time you wore anything this risqué was for Valentine’s Day with Colt, much earlier in your relationship. It’s a shame, you didn’t have a chance to give this set the mileage it deserved. Until now.

Your mouth falls open, pussy sucking in Zeke’s finger, having not paid attention to his wandering hand. 

He fingers you in a trance-like state, mesmerized. You slide down, hoping to fuck yourself on his touch, but the man rests his hand on your stomach. 

“Easy, sweetheart. I couldn’t resist. This fucking lingerie, this fucking pussy—” He slaps your clit, burying two fingers this time deep inside of you. “I’m being greedy.”

You can’t even think of a response, relishing in the stretch of his fingers, dragging against your walls, you forget why you’re there in the first place. 

But Zeke reminds you, retracting his fingers and sliding off the bed. 

On your back, you watch him move around the room, hopping out of his sweatpants in a hurry. 

You lift up on your elbows to watch him rummage through his dresser drawers, swallowing down a groan at the sight of his bare ass, toned just as you suspected. 

He whirls around, holding something in his grasp, but you’re not paying attention to that. 

His dick, thick and hard with a few more inches than average, snares your focus. It’s sizeable, though not as big as Jean’s dick was. Still, you’re dosed with nerves again, imagining how that’s going to fit inside your ass. 

Approaching the end of the bed, Zeke yanks you forward by the ankles unceremoniously. Your ass hangs just shy over the edge. 

Zeke slots himself between your legs, the tip of his dick leaking onto your thigh. “You’re plenty wet already, but…got to be a gentleman.”

You realize it’s a small bottle of lube Zeke has.

He’s quick to remove your plug, not giving you a moment to acclimate to the hollow feeling. You whine as it’s pulled out. 

The same fingers that pumped inside your pussy now enter your asshole, slick and much warmer than before. 

“Ah—” Your ass twitches from the sensation as Zeke stretches you out. 

“You like this?” he purrs. “For her pleasure. Told you, I’m a gentleman.”

While gradually you ease into the feeling of your ass getting stretched out, inwardly you roll your eyes at his self-affirmations. A gentleman that had a driver drop you off like some hooker. 

You digress, adjusting to his fingers in your ass, making your pussy gush. 

Zeke flits a look up. “Still a tight little asshole, but you’re ready for me. I’m fucking ready for you.” The tip of his dick ghosts your ass cheek, and you prop yourself on your elbows again. 

“Wait.”

Zeke looks to you with grit teeth. “What is it?”

“Condom?”

Zeke blinks, eyes glazing away elsewhere like he’s running through what to say. He’s avoiding it, and you rein in your annoyance. Where did the self-proclaimed gentleman go?

“Zeke,” you say. “Put on a condom.”

He huffs a strained laugh, peering up at you with wide eyes that are impossible to look innocent when they’re sullied with lust. “You won’t get pregnant.”

You don’t know whether to laugh or scoff. This will be fodder for your friends later. “That’s not the point.”

“I’m clean, baby,” Zeke insists. 

“Great, so slip on a condom. I should have one in my clutch.”

“Don’t you want your first time getting fucked in the ass to be memorable? It’s best enjoyed raw.”

This time you do laugh at that. If not for the beard, the stature, and the impressive home, you would have thought Zeke was in his early twenties not inching towards forty. 

“It’s my protocol, or I’m getting dressed.”

Zeke’s eyes widen a bit, and the distress of you leaving him with blue balls has him blowing out a long-winded sigh. “Fine, fine.” He sighs again, looking away for a beat, then back up, mustering as much charm into his pearly whites as possible. “You sure?”

You shift to sit up, but Zeke urges you on your back. 

“Okay, okay, wanted to make sure.” When he returns with the condom, his spirit to argue is gone. 

He drags you forward, nudging your ass with the tip of his dick. He spasms at the contact and you brace yourself. 

Zeke hooks your knees over his arms, and he leans over to kiss you. “Deep, deep breaths, sweetheart.”

A second after the preamble, Zeke pushes in. 

You bite your lip, brows pinching together, but you don’t want him to stop. Your eyes connect for a moment, and you nod to encourage him to keep going. 

The stretch stings, but it’s nowhere near painful. Doing as instructed, you take deep breaths, watching Zeke. 

His mouth is open, lidded eyes watching his dick slip in. He pulls back slightly and pushes back in, stretching you out a little more. 

You spread your legs wider, and he keeps you like that, using the hold on your legs as leverage to go deeper. 

The sensation is foreign, much like when you had tried your plug for the first time. The more you take of Zeke’s cock, the more comfortable it’s becoming. The fullness in a different part of your body is intoxicating, your head swims in fervor, reaching your core. 

“Someone’s pussy is getting jealous,” Zeke breathes a laugh. 

He’s not wrong. You’re dripping even more than before despite that area being neglected. 

He bottoms out with a long groan. “Shit…” His head is thrown back. “Give me a minute. If I move now, it’ll be over too soon. I’ve never felt such a tight asshole before.”

That minute flies by and Zeke bucks his hips in a thrust. You mewl, clenching around him. 

“Fuck—okay…” His restraint is withering.

“Zeke…” you hum. 

“Yeah, baby?” he grunts, pulling back again. 

“Move.”

He rams back into you with a snap of his hips, setting a pace that leaves you breathless.

Gasps spring forth after every thrust, reveling in the new feeling, finally stroking that fantasy you’ve never gotten to entertain. 

Zeke folds your legs closer to you, perching a foot on the edge for more control. “I’m fucking delirious baby—you should see yourself. Laying pretty on your back with your cute—lingerie while daddy fucks you dumb—”

You don’t have time to register what he’s called himself. The thrusts get sharper, pointed and desperate. Your pussy flutters, an ache to be touched there too. 

Zeke takes notice. “Play with yourself.”

You grunt, but your hand drips down your stomach, fingers playing with your clit. 

“Finger yourself,” Zeke adds. “I want to see both of your holes filled.”

Two fingers slip inside your entrance while your thumb toys with your clit. 

A tidal wave of heat engulfs you, stimulated in the best ways. The fullness of Zeke’s cock in your ass, your fingers pressing into your walls, and the pad of your thumb swiping at your clit, you’re so close to falling apart. 

“Just like that, fuck you’re gorgeous like this,” Zeke grunts, syncing with the twitch of his dick. 

You play with yourself, the taste of nirvana dangles so close, your fingers cramp up, but you push through the stiffened muscles. 

“Want to see you cum,” Zeke says from above, hips turn sloppy. “Please—let me see you cum.”

Your hooded gaze soaks in the needy expression that tells you he’s about to come undone. Rubbing your clit with more vigor, you keep your eyes locked to the heavens, imprisoned by the gaze of a devil, and you cum. 

You don’t stop touching yourself, back arching to ride out your climax, desperate to bask in every second of it. 

Zeke moves faster, hips smacking against your ass cheeks as he groans out his release.

Your back settles on the mattress, your fingers orbit your center lazily, twitching from the overstimulation. Zeke ruts inside of you, pace dialed down significantly until he’s milked every last drop. When his dick softens, he pulls out. 

The mattress dips at your side and you bend an elbow to lean on as Zeke does the same. 

It’s another good look on him; sweaty, panting, eyes glossy, head planted in his hand like a porn actor at the end of a shoot. 

“Not bad for your first rodeo, huh?” He grins. “You’re lucky, baby, you matched with an all-star.”

You roll your eyes, though it’s lighthearted. Whether Zeke really lauds himself as some God at anal sex, your verdict for now is that it’s something you’d do again in the future.  

Now that you’ve gotten a moment to readjust to the emptiness, your ass does feel a little sore, however. That’s something you’d have to get used to. 

You use the last of your reserves to hop off the bed on wobbly feet. 

Zeke does the same. “Why don’t you stay the night? We could have round two in the shower. Though, I stress that it’s more comfortable without a rubber.” He purrs, reeling you in for a sloppy kiss, playing with your stretched out hole. 

You whine, wincing from the tenderness.

“Shit—you’re going to make me hard again. One more round, c’mon.”

You don’t stay the night, firm in your choice, but thank him for the fun. 

He relents, calling you an Uber and sending you off, with a promise that he’ll be in touch. 

It isn’t until you’re back in your apartment, undressing for a shower that it dawns on you. 

You forgot your plug at Zeke’s house.

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[jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd]

Thank you so much for answering my request from a while ago! I really love your work and appreciate it. I have another request if you don’t mind and I was hoping if you could do the AOT guy’s’ reaction to Y/N telling them that she wants to drive instead of them driving. Hope this isn’t too hard and sorry if I bothered you with this request! Keep up the good work! 🇳🇬➕🌲🟰🇳🇫

a/n: thankkkk youuu! it’s never a bother

eren loves when his girlfriend drives. he won’t tell you no because he likes to be passenger princess especially because that means you won’t be a backseat driver. now, it’s his turn to irritate you about the way you drive.

armin prefers to drive but he can never tell you no. so, he hesitantly agrees while you make him worry about the way you drive. he’s really easy to stress out. bless that baby’s soul.

jean thinks it’s hot when you drive. he’s also the one who taught you how. however, he very rarely says yes to letting you drive because he wants to drive you around. that’s his job.

connie 100% says yes when you ask to drive. he likes to stick his head out the window and be an inconvenience to anyone walking. this way, you don’t have to worry about him snacking and driving.

reiner says no. mainly because he doesn’t want you driving his truck. you put up a fight and he eventually gives in. he looks TERRIFIED the entire time you’re driving. mans is sweating.

bertholdt and you go half and half on who drives so it’s no big deal when you ask. he likes looking out the window and looking at you, two things he shouldn’t do when he’s driving.

levi tells you no but he knows that you won’t take that for an answer. so when it’s time to leave, he hides your keys and insists there’s no time to look for them. you haven’t caught on yet but man, it’s really annoying.

erwin says yes because he likes the way you look in the driver seat of his car. it makes you look cute and tiny. he doesn’t get to see you in this light that often so he always obliges when you tell him you want to drive. he thinks your road rage is funny.

zeke thinks you drive like a maniac so it’s a hard no. “no ifs, ands, or buts, i’m driving.” he ignores you and any pleas you might have. but he feels bad so he lets you drive on the way back.

porco says, “sure, babe. go ahead.” he gets road rage for you. he is not meant to be a passenger princess! he flips people off when they cut in front of you or just in general drive like a dickhead. he defends all of your actions, even when you run over curbs. “hell yeah, babe, you don’t need no fucking curb!!”

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[vainilla-milk]

some funny and strange things that happen when they have sex with you feat. zeke, reiner, porco

tags: afab!reader, fem!reader, modern au

tw: suggestive content and weird sex... i guess🤔

Zeke Jeager

Sometimes you two have to stop because the wonder boy gets lumbago, you get a laugh and tease him that he's getting old.

You make him some tea and a hot water bottle that you place on his lower back.

Zeke complains that it still hurts, but he also loves it when you take care of him.

Reiner Braun

Let's just say that sometimes this big boy has no control over himself to cum, one time you were sucking him off and you pulled his cock out of your mouth to take a breath, but Reiner couldn't hold it in any longer and cum on your face.

You got drops of cum in one eye and you started to feel hell itself in your eyeball.

Reiner was so scared because you were suffering uncontrollably from the burning in your eye. He ended up taking you to the hospital where they relieved the pain and warned you both about the acidity of semen.

Regardless, the doctor congratulated Reiner because the PH of his semen indicated that he was a healthy guy. He was happy about that, while you were just exhausted with the pain in your eye.

Porco Galliard

Once he was done with you, he withdrew his cock from your body and realized that the condom had stayed inside you…. A little deep.

You were tired, a little sore and worried. Porco spent a few minutes trying to pull the condom out with his fat fingers.

Still, you both remember it with grace.

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[mulberrysilk]

Illicit Affairs | Z. Yeager

Zeke Yeager x f!reader

summary: an unspoken love hidden from others. An involvement with the Zeke Yeager was akin to a sweet dream. It was reckless and was bound to be tragic with what the Wonder Boy’s ambition will bring. Yet, every time, none dared to speak the three words that might change everything or nothing.

cw: canonverse. unprotected sex, hinted corruption kink, secret relationship. creampie, possessive Zeke Yeager, kinda angsty? praise, zeke calls reader good girl. Zeke is only soft to reader, okay i guess this fic is lowkey sweet but more so bittersweet

wc : 5.3k

a/n : it has been very long while and I'm mid away S4 part 2 of AOT but am now watching Bleach just cause. So here is a Zeke fic that's been sitting in my drafts for a long time with a lot of other drafts. I will also start posting some fics when I make an ao3 acc! Again, I'm sorry for being gone for a long time but I'll try to write more because I do miss it and I miss interacting with everyone here too.

Special thanks to @iwaasfairy for beta-reading this! ♥︎

That’s thing about illicit affairs  and clandestine meetings and longing stares

It’s born from just one single glance but it dies and it dies, and it dies

A million little times

“How about you?” The ravenette nodded at your direction, a gentle yet playful smile adorning her face. The sleepy and calm look in her eyes was ever present but now had a shimmer of curiosity. 

“What about me?” 

“Have you been seeing anyone?” Pieck’s grin widened, especially when you froze momentarily. All fell eyes on you now. 

You nervously laughed and played it off by pouring yourself another serving of wine. Little did you know, two pairs of eyes were curiously keen to know the answer, they stared at you with anticipation, and Pieck knew this. 

“Yeah, let me know, so I could beat him up. Give him a good scare,” Galliard smirked, clenching his fist and flexing his bicep to further his point. 

“You won’t have to scare anyone,” you interjected immediately but like being shot with an unexpected arrow to the back or as if being caught sneaking around to steal something, you tensed. The all too familiar burning stare made your skin prickle and your body shiver. Swallowing the lump in your throat and maintaining your composure, you continued. “There’s nobody.” 

To make it even more believable you offered your friends a smile.

The blond across you exhaled as if he held his breath. “If there was somebody, she would tell us. We don’t have to pry like this.” 

Pieck pursed her lips, eyes teasing and in disbelief. “Oh? Well, I’m just teasing her, Reiner.” 

You chuckled and reached to the back of your neck, your senses tingling from the knowing feeling of what it’s like to be in his presence. 

“Plus, people know better than to go after our Y/N.” Porco huffed, leaning back into the cushioned booth seat,  a strand of ashy blond hair falling from its slicked body. “We’re not letting some good for nothing idiot anywhere near her.”

“How protective of you, Pock.” Pieck mused, your ears not picking up a lot as your head buzzed with the effects of wine. “And do you think you’re not a good for nothing idiot?” 

He was here. You could feel him. As you stared into the glass, the still body of deep red reflected your face. 

“Hey, kid.” A hand gently squeezed your shoulder. The warm touch made you shudder as your teeth clenched. Don’t call me, kid. Something about that made your heart sink a little and yet his touch lingered as everyone acknowledged his appearance. 

“What’s Pieck tormenting you with this time?” He asked, voice void of sarcasm one would really think he was serious but that’s him. He says some things seriously with a humour he only understood. 

“I’m not tormenting her,” she giggled, glancing at you as Zeke causally stood behind you, not taking a seat in the booth you four were sat. “Just asking about our dear little crybaby’s love life.” 

“Oh?”

“There’s not much to tell because she claims she doesn’t have one.” 

His thumb gently drew circles on the back of your shoulder, your heart picking up at the gesture. You raised your gaze from the wine and up to him. His defined jaw and the sinews of his neck as he spoke were the first thing you gathered before moving to his lips, his cheekbones, his nose and his eyes.  You weren’t sure if it was the buzz of the wine getting to you, making you feel all soft and fuzzy but this was a face you had gazed upon many a night. Sometimes you wondered why he hid his handsome face with his golden beard. Not that you were complaining, oh no. The hair that framed his mouth and jaw added a kind of wisdom to him, it made his overall countenance even more unreadable. 

“How is she supposed to have one when you’ve got these two,” he tilted his head slightly to the direction of the two men sat across from you. “…Colt and even the kids, guarding her like a hawk?” Zeke jested. 

How indeed. 

“She could be having a secret love affair?” Pieck suggested with a sly smile, winking at your direction.

But all you could think about was how you disliked it when Zeke called you kid. 

Soft linen kissed the bare skin of your back and your head rested upon a cloud soft pillow. Your whole body tingled as if slowly being set aflame, sparks ignited with every single caress from callous yet gentle hands. The bitter taste of tobacco lingered on his pink lips that you’d never imagined to be this soft and yet there was a sweetness to them that you can’t quite place but you craved for more. 

His hands run down your sides and paused at your hips, giving them a gentle squeeze, feeling them as if checking that he was really touching you as his lips refused to leave yours. When they did he found himself wanting to kiss every part of you and he had the rest of the long night to do so. Your lips parted slightly with a soft gasp escaping when his lips, hot, kissed and suckled at the curve of your neck. Your legs shivered to close, wanting to rub against each other for some kind of friction but he was between them as he pinned you beneath him, worshipping you with every kiss and caressing you with adoration.

He felt the way your thighs tried to close, squeezing his waist gently. He couldn’t hold back the smirk that formed on his face as he continued to kiss you, bringing his knee up to your mound.

“Z-Zeke!” You had gasped, your hands gripping his shoulders squeezed him at the sudden pressure of where you began to ache.

“That’s a beautiful rendition of my name, sweetheart,” he murmured against your skin. “I’m looking forward to hearing more.” 

Zeke didn’t know what was awoken in him to even try with you. All he knew was he wanted you and that every time you had to leave after being with him and your shared friends, he’d rather go home with you than watch you go. He sought after you in ways he shouldn’t and believed he couldn’t care for. He didn’t know what exactly it was. Was it because his term with his Titan was ending? Maybe he just wanted to live a little? Let loose before he dies? He was too intoxicated by just you to even contemplate an answer, it’s even more difficult when he could feel your supple soft skin beneath his calloused tainted hands, hear your titillating breaths and feel warmth emanating from your body. 

It felt like a crime to be this close to you. To touch you. He couldn’t help but be audacious when he had seen you from across the room, seated by the bar and in  a conversation with Pieck. He had wondered what she had said to you that made you flush and bloom so prettily that the sudden idea of other parts of you being that same shade of flush crossed his mind. He could’ve stayed away. He should’ve. But when you caught him staring at you from afar and you held his gaze, he knew that something was lit aflame. 

Then it happened over and over again. Longing stares, a glint in his eye and a soft nod of your head and a smile to silently acknowledge him. Over and over til small talk became in depth conversations, til soft short touches lingered and became bolder. 

Till it all filled a chalice that was full and now was overflowing endlessly. All that so he could now feel your skin against his, your lips on his lips and be completely and utterly drunk on all of you. 

“T-take these off.” You huffed when you lied back down, annoyed with the fabrics that separated the two of you. 

“Impatient are we?” He grinned, leaning back to full height and kneeling between you. You rolled your eyes at the smug look on his face but when he discarded his blazer and his fingers worked the buttons of his shirt, you let out a deep breath. It was a shame that his clothes hid away such a toned frame, a body that was trained rigorously for years and one that harnessed a Titan. 

“You were the one who kissed me first,” you pointed out, still admiring his physique illuminated by moonlight. 

“I couldn’t hold myself back anymore.” He threw the shirt away before bringing his attention, not like he wasn’t before, back to you. There you laid on his bed, hair beautifully a mess, only in your shell satin slip,pliant and anticipating, looking up at him with those eyes of yours. He wished he could take a picture. 

“See. You’re the impatient one.” 

“Guilty as charged.” He surrendered easily to you and only you. 

Without wasting another precious moment, his lips claimed yours and he would claim it over and over again if he had to. You were sweet. Too sweet. Too much of a good thing that he shouldn’t ruin because God knows the sins he had committed. But at the end of the day, he was also a man. A temptation as promising and as beautiful as you was worth a bite. 

Zeke’s hands roamed the expanse of exposed skin, finding that he adored touching the skin of your thighs as he pushed the satin fabric higher and higher, enjoying the way your breath hitched when he caressed your inner thigh. 

“Have you ever had someone before?” He asked, grey eyes looking through long, pretty, dark golden lashes.

“Why?” You caught your lip between your teeth finding the question amusing as you hid your smirk. “Do you want me to say you’re the first?” 

His hands squeezed your thighs, his jaw tightening as he glared. “You’re teasing.” 

“Am I?” You ran your fingers through his blond hair, pushing it back to see his face. He looked agitated and antagonised, and the way he looked at you like this made you want to push his buttons more. Did it bother him if someone else did touch you? Was he a territorial kind of man? 

His thumbs dug into the flesh of your thighs. “Answer my question.” 

You kept his gaze and let your smile unfold, and he didn’t like that. But you looked so god damn beautiful, smiling down at him like that with your secrets and leaving him on the edge, wondering if you’ll indulge him with what you hid behind that confident expression.

“Why?” You weren’t letting up, your fingers untangling from his locks, his eyes followed  your hand and how it traced your collarbone then slowly down between the valley of your breasts. “You’re wondering if I’ve been touched here?” 

“Yes.” He replied, hands sliding up to grip your hips now. 

“No...and nowhere else.” 

Zeke muttered a swear and your smile remained, finding it amusing how the great Zeke Yeager, the Wonder Boy and War Chief, was acting. You’ve never seen him like this or even imagined him to be like this. 

“Good.” He spoke, moving up so that his face was levelled with yours, his frame caging you. “Because I would make sure you’ll forget whoever it  was.” 

“Didn’t know you were so possessive, War Chief.” You batted your lashes, leaning up to kiss the corner of his mouth.  “It’s a new look on you.” 

“You are a tease.” 

“A secret love affair?” Galliard scoffed as if the possibility of it was so far-fetched. He was in denial of it.

“Is that so hard to believe?” Pieck smirked knowingly at  Porco’s reaction. His annoyance was written all over his face at the thought of someone else getting to you first. “Well, is it?” 

The ravenette was met with silence and you gave your two male friends in front of you a sheepish smile. You weren’t going to say anything. You couldn’t. Not with how things were. 

Far away from peering eyes and gossiping lips, you were his. You knew that. He made sure you knew. It was hard to not remember when every time you two would meet, your skin would have evidence of your time together. His lips would kiss and brandish your skin with marks that would take days to fade and if they did, he’d make sure  to kiss and nip at you again. 

In the privacy of his apartment, he was yours in the way every woman dreamed a man could be. Dressed in his shirts that smelled like him, you’d wander the rooms, going through his collection of books and sometimes making the two of you meals. He freely doted on you and flirted, took care of you and was a different person with you. On the other hand, Zeke could watch you forever but he had never confessed that out loud. Watching you go about his home as if you lived there too, as if you and him were in a world where nothing constrained him, had glimpses of  a future cross his mind. Zeke reminded himself that they were nothing but fantasies. An impossible dream. 

You were his and he was yours, and yet at the table, or in public, you didn’t know what you two were supposed to be. 

“I’m going to call it a night.” You yawned, slowly getting up feeling your lover's hand slip down your back. His touch was gone briefly and you already missed it. What an idiotic, lovesick fool he’s made you. “We should do this again sometime.” 

“Definitely.” Reiner smiled your way and you returned it, unaware of how his expression softened to quiet adoration but a pair of steel grey eyes knew that look too well. 

“I’ll walk the lady home.” Zeke casually announced, not raising any alarms in anyone’s heads. Meanwhile, your heart skipped when he had said that. 

“Sure you won’t stay? You haven’t even sat down to drink?” Galliard asked, hoping he could take over the duty of walking you home. 

“Just saw you all from the window and decided to drop by. Can’t drink tonight, I have a meeting with the top brass tomorrow morning.” Zeke declined courteously, the younger warriors nodding in acknowledgement.

“There’s always next time.” Pieck chirped, not thinking much of how the blond helped you with your coat. Everyone knew how Zeke took care of you. It’s always been like that ever since you all were young. 

“Next round is on me.” He placed a couple of bills on the table, Porco cheering at the treat as you waved at them and excused yourself for the night, Zeke following you three steps behind.

The streets were empty at this hour, dim yellow lights lit the road with white blankets of fallen snow on the ground and that same white was sprinkled on the rooftops. You could feel his gaze on your back and smell the thick scent of tobacco from the cigarette between his lips. You wished he was closer but you didn’t ask for too much with all the unanswered questions of your relationship with him.

“Where’s your scarf?” He asked.

“Oh, I must’ve—,” 

He draped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you close, the intimacy and the sudden closeness catching you off guard. “You’re going to catch a cold if you keep forgetting.” 

“Mhm.” You nodded. That was all you could manage from your shock and fluster. He didn’t pull away after passing four street lamps, he continued to walk by your side as if he should be and as if this was an everyday occurrence, but to you it was so much more. You wished your heart could stop beating so fast so you could really cherish the moment.

“Yours or mine?” He asked when the two of you reached the cross section, his arm still pulling you close to his side, his warmth keeping you from shivering from the cold. 

“I thought you had a meeting with the top brass tomorrow…I don’t want to keep you up.” 

“Mhm, but you will.” He responded with a playful sing song voice all you could was shake your head and softly laugh. 

Your place wasn’t much compared to what he has as Marley’s Wonder Boy and War Chief, and yet when you least expected it he’d drop by, saying he was just passing and then you let him in for coffee or tea which always led to you and him tangled in the sheets. The same goes for his place, except there it felt more like home to you. Somewhere completely safe and guarded. 

“Yours.” You answered, leaning your head against him and he gently squeezed you tightly as a response before turning left, to the direction of his home. 

In the dim hallway, the keys rattled against each other as he unlocked the door, his half embrace around you gone for the time being. You rocked yourself on the balls and heels of your feet watching with butterflies in your tummy as he opened the door. Like a gentleman, he held it open and gestured for you to head in first. 

You shook your head, smiled, and stepped in. You looked around the apartment, very minimalist as always but homey in its own way. You removed your coat and folded it neatly to hang on the armchair. Plain white curtains, sand coloured sofa with matching cushions, a coffee table with books stacked on its surface as well as several folded newspapers from the days before and a crystal ashtray that had been your gift to him. 

The door clicked shut  and locked behind you, you exhaled feeling the comfort of his home wash over you. You turned to him. 

“Should I make coffee for the both—

You didn’t finish your offer as his lips on yours stopped you from doing so. His hands held your waist and pulled you against him. 

“No coffee, just you.” He managed to say in between kisses, his hands sliding down to the curve of your ass and even lower, a signal you knew all too well. You did as he asked, bouncing once so he could support you in wrapping your legs around his waist.  “Good girl.” He hummed with praise, before clashing his lips against yours again, easily carrying you to the direction of his bedroom. 

God, you loved hearing every praise that poured from those lips of his. 

Clothes came off quickly and were discarded along the way. His hands roamed the expanse of your body, caressing every curve and every spot that he had memorised would make you shiver in the sweet way you do. He knew your body and soul, and you’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t love him. It was hard not to, especially when you’re lying on your back, breathless from hot kisses and heavy petting, on the edge of anticipation, caged beneath his frame with his handsome face hovering inches away from yours. He’d always, even in the heat of every passionate moment, have a little pause as if just to look at you, to savour the moment. It never failed to make you blush. To be subject to his intense gaze laced with desire and something that you could not read. 

Why did it have to be Zeke Yeager? 

Little did you know, in his head, every time he gazed upon your flushed and glistening face, he wondered about how you could’ve been with Galliard or Reiner, any other man you wanted. The thought of anyone else looking upon you and touching you like this made his chest sizzle with green jealousy. He wanted you to be his and in this moment, when you’re lying beneath him, plush lips parted and waiting for more, he’s reminded that you were his. 

Zeke hissed softly, torn from his epiphany when he felt the softness of your fingers wrap around his length, gliding up and down gently. You lined his cock to your entrance, the man before you amused by your impatience. He could feel the dampness leaking from you on his hot tip and it took everything in him to not grab your hips and fuck you then and there. 

“Z-Zeke…” you whine, pouting up at him. “P-please?” 

“How badly do you need me?” He asked, sliding his length beneath your folds, a breathy moan leaving you as it brushed against your clit. 

“B-bad.” You managed to say, your hands resting on his back. “Please.” Your lips trembled with want, Zeke unable to maintain his composure. “I want you. Need to feel you.” You began to rock your hips against his length, trying to get some sort of relief from the searing ache he had caused. God, he loved it when you were like this. 

Obliging to your cute sweet begging, he entered you painfully and deliciously slow. The heat of your walls wrapped snugly around him, fluttering and tightening at the intrusion, making him groan softly against your forehead while you moaned at the sensation of being finally filled. Each and every time, the beginning was a spreading warmth of euphoria.

Zeke’s teeth gritted against each other and he swore as he bottomed out, remaining still to just feel you. His pelvis pressed against yours, soft moans fell from your lips at the sensation of him inside of you as if all your secret trysts hadn’t made you used to him. How were you able to make him feel like this? So desperate, hot and bothered, and insatiable for your touch and attention. A rough hand gripped your hip, while the other steadied him to prevent him from crushing you with his frame. 

“You gotta let me know if I can move, sweetheart.” There was a hint of tease in his voice but he needed your green light as always. The last thing he wanted was to hurt you. Your arms tugged him close, allowing you that comfort. He listened as you took a shaky breath, your hips wiggling to have a feel. A moan left you as you did, giving him the answer he needed. “I swear,” he muttered, his hands assisting your legs to wrap around his waist. “You’re gonna be the death of me.” He wished that could be true. 

Your heart skipped a beat at his words but that sweetness was overtaken with hot passionate need, when he rolled his hips, cock smoothly sliding between your walls. Your back arched into him, breasts pressing against his chest as you moaned and shuddered at the sensation. God, you needed more. 

“Good girl.” He kissed your cheek, thrusting and began to set a steady pace, all restraint leaving him with the way you tightened around him with the praise as his name fell so sweetly over and over from your lips.  

Shared soft moans and the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. The city outside was silent and the heat of your bodies fought off the cold bite of the winter breeze. Your nails sunk themselves in the skin of his back, the throbbing pleasure within your walls toe curling good. Zeke rather adored the marks your cute little claws would leave, he would always glance at them in the mirror post-sex when he has a chance before his regeneration makes it fade. 

If you had any sort of shame within you, you’d be embarrassed at how you panted and moaned for him. Your desire for him was painfully obvious. His hips rhythmically colliding against yours emitted obscene wet squelching, your cunt greedily welcoming his thick length as you felt every inch of him against your plush walls.

“You’re only this wet for me aren’t you?” He teased, his hand on your hip assisting your left leg to hook around his hips, allowing him to angle himself in the way that you liked that all you could do to respond to him was whine. “That’s it. Good girl.” The praise fell so enticingly smooth from his lips, his pace steady but fast. 

Pleasure bloomed through you, the tightening feeling in your core cooling tighter and tighter, close to snapping. The heat, his skin, his voice, everything. You wanted it. You wanted to be his forever. You wantonly begged for more, your nails carving crescent dents into his back as he rolled his hips over and over with burning lust. This was the closest you’ll ever be with him. The closest he’s going to allow you to be with him. 

“Fuck, I’m close.” Zeke grunted, hips not faltering from its pace and hands gripping your hips tighter. The blond chased his high, slamming his pelvis against yours, driving his cock into your plush pulsating walls and watching how you stared up at him with those lustful heavy lidded eyes. “You’re close too huh?” The sound of his voice made your walls tighten around him, Zeke groaning at the feeling. “Tell me what you want, sweetheart.” 

“You. Want you…make me come please.” You whined, brought closer to the edge when you felt one his hands leave your hip to splay itself over your lower belly, palm pressing against your skin and his thumb against your clit. You moaned out his name, your hips bucking at the added stimulation.

You didn’t have to tell Zeke twice. You were so good. So obedient. So sweet. So cute even like this, moaning and whining with pleasure, your breasts bouncing with every thrust and  the lips of your pussy split by his cock, walls hugging him so snugly. He can never get tired of this, of you. 

Zeke’s pace stuttered. Your walls squeezed him tighter and tighter, so close to your climax. Your voice was getting higher and louder too. His name fell from your lips like chants from a devoted worshipper begging their God to grant them their wishes. It boosted his ego as if it wasn’t already big enough, and he continued to rub circles on your clit, watching your lips part in a silent scream, your eyes shutting as you succumbed to your climax. 

No. He wanted you to look at him. 

The hand that remained on your hip, wrapped around your throat, your eyes fluttering open. Your brows furrowed as you huffed and panted, you looked up at him as if to ask what he was doing. His darkened unwavering gaze told you exactly what he wanted and your shoulders dropped, relaxing as the piling build up of your orgasm doubled. Zeke gently squeezed your pretty neck, surprised to feel your walls tighten around him. Did you like that? “C’mon, just keep looking at me, sweetheart. Let me see you.”

Your head was spinning from pleasure, your thoughts being nothing but how good his hot length moved inside of you and how you were tingling intensely with pleasure. The circular pattern when he massaged your clit quickened and the next thrust he gave kissed your g-spot so suddenly, the tightening coil within you snapped. 

Zeke groaned at the wetness that coated his cock as your walls spasmed around him, sucking him in he could only shallowly thrust, your legs wrapped tightly around him. He was so close, so damn close and  there it was. That drunken lustful look that haunted his dreams and appeared in every impure fantasy. His fingers left your throat, opting to cradle your face as he managed a couple more thrusts before completely forgetting himself, already lost the moment his skin kissed yours. 

You sucked in a deep breath, never breaking from his gaze and watching his eyes shut in bliss. His blond hair glistened in the dim room, strands stuck to his forehead gleaming with perspiration and his soft lips were parted ever so slightly, his face just completely relaxed and rapturous. You were so caught up in your own haze that you didn’t fully register the unfamiliar warmth that bloomed in your insides. 

Zeke doesn’t separate his hips from yours, he instead wrapped his arms around you, wanting to pepper your chest with kisses before nestling his forehead into the curve of your neck, still in his high. You wrap your own arms around him, your hand caressing the back of his head, running your fingers through his golden locks, just relishing this closeness. Your heart was in your throat, torn from saying the three words you don’t dare to say but would die to hear from him. 

The two of you stayed like that for awhile, your body already felt the fatigue catch up. As you slowly drifted to sleep, you could still feel Zeke lazily kiss along your neck. You fell asleep easily, remembering the sensation of his lips on each eyelid and him softly saying that he’ll take care of you before you fully passed out. 

Only then did Zeke slowly untangle himself from you, pausing when he realised his cock was still buried inside of you. “Fuck.” He cursed under his breath, pushing his hair back as he scolded himself for his mistake. It was careless of him. He couldn’t believe he lost  control like that.   Not letting himself lose composure and not wanting to wake you, not with how peacefully you slept, he slowly pulled out. His mind was blank as he stared bewildered at a sight that should’ve felt like a sharp slap  in the face, instead he felt hot to his core. Between your puffy lips, milky white leaked from your hole and unto the bed. He should be ashamed of himself… not like this. Gently with his thumb, he split your folds apart just watching as whatever of his seed overflowed from your full womb. God, why was that thought driving him mad? He could feel himself getting hard again at the sight. He had always, always, pulled out…finished on your skin, either your back, your ass, your tits, your stomach, your face. Never inside. It was against his creed. But fuck, he wanted to do it again. 

“Mhm…” you hummed in your sleep, shifting a little, fingers sleepily feeling the bed for the duvet. 

Zeke was snapped out of his trance, his eyes moved to your face, seeing you still in peace. The post sex glow lit your features and he’s reminded to go grab a towel and clean you up. Knelt again before you, he softly swiped the cloth along your inner thighs, his eyes drifting to your pussy stained with his cum. He should clean that up first.  

He didn’t know if he should apologise. He probably should. What he did was beyond careless. It was irresponsible. It’s against everything he fought for…and yet, that image of a happy family flashed his mind again. You, him and a babe in this apartment. He hasn’t got long so he shouldn’t even think about it. He should never think about it. 

“Zeke…” you murmured his name, eyes still shut, your hand heavily sliding itself on his side of the bed, brows furrowing ever so slightly at the emptiness. 

“I’m here, sweetheart.” He answered softly, resuming to clean up the mess he made. 

“Come…sleep…” 

“I’ll have a smoke first.” He gently dabbed the towel on your sensitive core, successfully having fought the curious urge to shove his cum back into your cunt with his fingers. What were you doing to him? 

“Okay…” your voice grew softer, turning to your side. Zeke covered your naked body with the duvet so that he's not tempted…

Out in the balcony with his trousers hanging low on his hips,  he inhaled deeply the fumes of the cigarette, finding comfort in the small little stick. What was he doing? He turned his thoughts over and over like pages in a book in search of pieces that would fit together to give him a solid conclusion.

In that ten minute smoke session he knew one thing for sure.

He was screwed.

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╰┈➤ the boys at school. [completed] ⋙ You start to get back out into the dating world and find yourself overwhelmed with options. Not only does Porco Galliard, the star player of the school's hockey team want to get in your pants, but Jean Kirstein, the Captain of the rival team seems to be in love with you, AND Zeke Jaeger, your ex-boyfriend wants to get back together! How will figure out who really cares for you and who's taking advantage of you without self-sabotaging?

ft. jean/reader, porco/reader, zeke/reader cw. explicit content - minors do not interact, fem!reader, smut, alternate universe - college/university, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, oral sex, phone sex, dubious consent, multiple orgasms, multiple partners, multiple sex positions, cum swallowing, blow jobs, cumplay, creampie, mention of canonical character death, manipulative/borderline abusive relationship, cheating, porn with plot, mild hurt/comfort, dirty talk, power imbalance, no use of y/n, second person POV an. all of these links will take you to their AO3 page. there are content warnings at the beginning of every chapter. zeke is a manipulative/borderline abuse mf-er in this fic so please be wary of that before reading

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay over?” he asks. The two of you sit next to each other on the cold metal of the bench, but he grabs your legs and swings them up onto his lap.

You allow yourself to cuddle a little closer to him, pressing your face into his chest. You can definitely tell you’re drunk by the way you’re falling into his arms, desperate for him to hold you after all of those teasing touches at the pub. “No, I have to get home,” you say, although it pains you.

He starts to rub small circles on your back with one hand while he rubs up and down the length of your leg with the other. “It’s cold out here,” he says. You look up at him with a hazy head, meeting his still bright and intense golden eyes with your own.

01. Meeting the Warriors

Your roommate is childhood friends with a few of the players on the school's hockey team, so she invites you to go to a party with her after the game.

02. Waiting for the Bus

You go for drinks at the school pub after studying in the library with some friends and Porco walks you to the bus stop.

03. Your Ex-Boyfriend

You run into your ex-boyfriend after class and he takes you out on a date. Your roommate isn't pleased with your budding relationship with Porco.

04. Meeting the Scouts

After another hockey game, you go to the after-party and meet a few players on the rival team and Porco gets jealous.

05. Alone with Porco (e)

Porco helps relieve some of the sexual tension.

06. Helping Zeke (e)

Zeke asks for your opinion on his new lesson plan and you succumb to old habits.

07. First Date

Jean takes you out for coffee.

08. Facetiming Porco (e)

Porco calls you late at night.

09. Zeke's Office (e)

Zeke finds out you've been hooking up with other guys and decides to punish you.

10. Cooking with Jean (e)

Jean comes over to make lunch but the two of you get... distracted.

11. Halloween with Porco (e)

Porco convinces you to come home with him before you make things official with Jean

12. Marcel

Annie opens up about some trauma.

13. Warriors vs. Scouts

Jean and Porco face each other on the ice and your secret comes out.

14. Friends without Benefits

Annie confronts Zeke and Porco opens up about some trauma.

15. Movie Night

Jean visits you at school and Porco comes over to watch movies.

16. Porco Galliard (e)

You reflect on your relationships with the boys from school and Porco has some feelings.

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zeke is literally so nasty it’s insane. like he has nothing to lose and is super spontaneous so he’s basically tried everything. i’m talking regularly does anal AND sucks toes he’s such a mess.

there hasn’t been a realer statement spoken on this app omg…

now THIS is a nasty ass man. When I tell you Zeke is with the shits..you gone have to block his number when he’s done because he gone ruin your life. You will not be same after you fuck with him. He has no couth, no decorum and no shame. You go on a date with this man, he brings you back to his place and next thing you know, he got you tied to the bed, double stuffed like both ends of a turkey. He’ll buy you cute little plugs and stuff though so a plus?? (I guess) I also think he lovessss degradation too (both receiving and giving). Probably into getting burned with them fonky ass cigarettes too! Who knows with him honestly.

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