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philosophy (𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘢𝘶!𝘻𝘦𝘬𝘦 𝘫𝘢𝘦𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘹 𝘧!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳)

You loved hanging out with your friends, but what happens when your friend Eren Jaeger starts bringing around his studious, charming older brother?

Word Count: 5289 words

Warnings: Alcohol consumption/getting drunk, getting high, partying, suggestive NSFW comments (minors dni), Zeke being Zeke, let me know if I missed any warnings.

You absolutely loved your friend group.

The second a giggling Connie and Sasha approached you in your college library asking you if you wanted to help prank your ‘Intro to Physics’ professor for kicking out their friend Eren, you absolutely fell in love with your friends.

They were a diverse group of people with a very interesting dynamic, but they cared. A lot. They were like family, every laugh was from the heart, every smile was genuine, and every goodbye was very temporary. You could forget about all of your troubles with your friends, whether that be going on spontaneous vacations or getting absolutely blasted at one of your houses, it was all perfect.

That is, until Eren decided to bring him along.

Some people, like Mikasa and Armin, had already met the tall, blonde charmer, but up until he began tagging along to your beach trips and smoke seshes, he was like a ghost - no one talked about him or acknowledged him. And it seemed anyone else in the group who had met him didn’t really care to comment.

“So you have an older brother, Eren?” Sasha asked, passing the joint over to Connie, who was nearly half passed out. The room was dim with a purple haze, thanks to Erens mood lighting, and reeked of weed. Your friend group lounged around, on the various pieces of furniture, smoking your weekend away. Eren simply nodded, taking a swig of his drink.

Armin snatched the drink out of Erens hands, rolling his eyes, “Zeke, his half brother. He’s kind of a prick, but hey, so is Eren to be honest.”

“Hey! I am not!” Eren retaliated, pushing Armin off the couch, laughing. “He’s way more of an ass than me. He’s annoying, but he’s family, and he’s cool. I’m sure you’d all like him, his sarcasm and all.”

“You two really must be related huh,” You laughed, taking the blunt connie absentmindedly handed over and walking over to sit next to Jean on the couch opposite of Eren, Mikasa and Armin, “I don’t think I’ve seen him before, definitely haven’t met him. I feel like I’d know.”

Jean snorted, “You don’t wanna meet him.” Eren stared him down, daggers shooting out of his eyes.

“You met him ONCE Jean.” Eren protested, snatching his precious alcoholic beverage back from Armin, “He didn’t even talk to you either!”

“He looked at me weird.” Jean huffed, snatching the blunt from you.

Eren rolled his eyes and turned to you, expression shifting, “I swear he’s cool, he’s definitely a personality but he’s cool. The guys got more one night stands than all of us combined, but that’s cus’ all he cares about is school. He’s only committed to his studies I guess.”

“Gross.” You snorted.

“Hey, he’s cool!” He retaliated, trying to defend his brother.

From that night on, you didn’t think about Zeke whatsoever. Knowing of his existence was merely a piece of information you had gained.

He was a man in your mind who only had a name. You knew not of his face, his features, his personality, his voice, and you didn’t care.

A few weeks went by, that was until Connie had texted you asking if you wanted to study for your ‘Intro to Philosophy’ midterms in the library on the next Wednesday. Despite knowing that the study sesh would most likely be 90% goofing off and 10% actually retaining information, as were the past 3 study seshs, you obliged.

The days went by and Wednesday finally rolled along, and you found yourself late to the library study sesh. Pulling an all-nighter had resulted in a rather solid nap halfway through the day, leaving your friends spamming your phone for your arrival.

With your mind set on finally passing a philosophy test, you got ready and grabbed your bag, making your way out of your apartment and to the aforementioned library.

Entering the library, you beelined it towards the usual table you all sat at, hidden in the back far away from students actually trying to study. As your footsteps quietly approached the back, you noticed a lack of sound the closer you got to the table. Which, of course, is normal in a library, but with Connie and Sasha supposedly being there, you might have well assumed they died.

Turning the corner, the table was in your sights, smiling, you waved at them. Several blank stares lit up at your arrival, “(Y/N)! Finally, honestly we kinda thought maybe your bed consumed you.” Sasha commented, getting up and hugging you.

Your eyes scanned the table, taking a mental roll call, Eren, Jean, Connie and Sasha, but landing dead on a foreign body sitting next to Eren, “(Y/N), this is my brother, Zeke!”

Zeke looked up from the book he had been taking notes in, glancing up at you for a moment, his eyes wandered, scanning you up and down, hesitant to look away. He leaned back and reconnected his eyes with yours, folding his arms over his chest.

There was no formal, not even casual greeting, Zeke just looked you over, nodding to the empty seat next to himself. “So you’re the late one?”

“Well hello to you too, Jaeger senior.” Rolling your eyes, you sling your bag on the back of the chair, sitting down hesitantly.

“Oof. Ouch, I don’t look that old.” Zeke chuckled, picking his pen back up and shifting his attention away from you and back to the book he was writing in. Your eyes automatically rolled.

“So (Y/N), Zeke‘s a senior and he’s majoring in philosophy so I thought he could come along and help us study.” Eren explained, pity smiling as you glanced between him and his brother.

“Yeah so we don’t fail a test for once.” Jean commented, rolling his eyes, twirling his pencil around, leaning back in his chair.

“Hey I’m not failing them, I just don’t want anymore 70’s.”. Sasha inputted, smacking the pencil out of Jean's hand, causing him to almost bust his ass on the rough, gross library carpet.

Jean yelped in protest, immediately smacking his hand against his mouth, eyes darting around, internally praying the librarians wouldn’t kick them out.

Zeke audibly sighed and shifted his eyes to you, imploring “So do they always act like this?”

“Yeah, but I’m sure you’ll fit right in.” He did nothing but chuckle, glancing you up and down again.

Now that you had actually taken a moment to look at him up close, you began taking mental note of his features. He only vaguely resembled Eren, though you could definitely tell the two were related one way or another.

His frame was much larger than yours, he must have been a good 6 feet or more. He had pale blonde hair that was parted in the middle, mildly grown out at the top, with a thicker, short cut beard to match. His hair looked soft, you thought. His face was pale, but well suited with a pair of metal framed glasses, sitting on the tip of his nose. His smile was subtle.

He didn’t seem to care about what others thought of his self presentation, but he definitely enjoyed TLC and taking care of himself.

Though, for a lack of better words, he looked cozy. He smelled lightly of cigarettes, vanilla and if your nose was correct, a bit of weed.

There was no denying that the Jaeger genes were strong. Zeke was a sight to behold. You’d be ashamed to admit you weren’t mildly flustered by him.

“Do I have something on my face, (Y/N)?” Zeke commented, voice laced with sarcasm and amusement. His eyes travel to your face, watching you turn bright red.

Shifting the uncomfortable metal library chair away from him grumbling a low “No.”

“Right, I’m sure.” Rolling your eyes at him, Eren wasn’t lying, Zeke was definitely something. Though he was definitely attractive, this was someone who knew he was.

Zeke chuckled at you simply, flipping another page in the thick book he held. The cover was a crimson red, and had a goldish yellow engraving detailing something about Plato, ‘Of course, philosophy.’ You thought. Zeke chuckled, “If you have something to say about my face, say it.”

You snorted, fiddling with your pencil, “Oh whatever, I’m sure you have other girls that can feed your ego”

“Hey, I’m just saying what I see.” Zeke said, sighing, placing a bookmark in the novel sitting it on the table. His eyes were locked on your for a brief moment. The group had gone silent, drawing attention to whatever the hell Zeke was trying to accomplish. Jean and Sasha had stopped whisper fighting on the opposite side of the table, turning to Zeke and yourself.

Sasha looked baffled, well, more disgusted at this point, smacking Connie who finally looked up from his phone, confused.

Eren was bothered. He loved his brother a lot. But he knew how his brother was with relationships and girls, Zeke was scared of commitment, though he never got to know someone enough to even commit.

And to be honest, Eren didn’t care. If Zeke wasn’t searching for something permanent he couldn’t change that, then so be it, as long as the girls he was hooking up with were on the same page.

“Ew, Zeke don’t flirt with (Y/N). You’re so weird.” Jean spat out, rolling his eyes, slapping his pencil back on the table, leaning back.

Zeke narrowed his glare, and scoffed, “Who said I was, Jean?”

Jean nearly choked on his spit, God did he hate this guy. The air in the space thickened immediately, you could practically cut the air with a knife. All of your friends shifted in their seats, uncomfortably looking amongst themselves. This sucked.

Connie was facepalming, bewildered at the conversation that was unfolding, “Guys we’re supposed to be studying-“

“Then maybe Jean should watch himself, I’m sure (Y/N) is more than capable of speaking for herself.” Zeke stated, keeping eye contact with Jean, who shifted his eyes to you, slugging himself further into his seat. All Zeke did was smirk. And Eren, he stayed quiet. He didn’t wanna be overbearing.

“Whatever.” Jean shifted, getting up and leaving.

Zeke was protective, though he’d never admit it. As the relationship you and Zeke had was strictly educational; he’d show up to study sessions and you’d ask a few questions and have a discussion and that would be it. It was the parties that would fuck you up. Even though it was just your friends and yourself, the longing stares from across the room, the touches that lasted just a second too long, the sly comments that would leave you flustered and red in the face. All of that, and yet Zeke still wouldn’t interact much with you outside of studies.

You would be lying if you said you weren’t interested in whatever odd game Zeke was playing. Zeke was charming, attractive, intelligent, he tried his best to help people, and was great at many skills, he was certainly one of the more enticing people in your life.

However, he was himself after all. Slightly arrogant and egotistical, but that was only the persona he put up that you saw, and you refused to talk to Eren about Zeke, afraid he would catch wind of your little infatuation.

The tension built for months and months, yet you couldn’t seem to get rid of him for the life of you.

Not that you necessarily wanted to, though.

Later into the semester, you found yourself genuinely struggling with your philosophy class. Sasha and Connie, admittedly were not helpful, they seemed to be content with just passing grades - you weren’t. After your last assignment was less than satisfactory, help was much needed.

And you happened to know one person who was good at philosophy, Zeke.

“(Y/N), it’s midnight, why are you Facetiming me?” Eren shifted around, adjusting his eyes to his phone's light. You could see him tapping his screen rather aggressively.

You laughed briefly, propping your phone up on your desk, tapping your pen, “I’m sorry, but I know you wouldn't have answered my messages and I want an answer now.”

Eren sighed, “What did I do bro-”

“Nothing man, I was wondering if you think Zeke would be willing to help me with my philosophy shit, I’m not failing but I could be better.” Eren sighed again, you could see him rub his face.

“Can’t you ask your professor though?” Eren implored.

“I don’t like him though.” You retaliated, shifting in your seat. Eren was definitely not keen on you talking to Zeke.

“Bruh.” Is all Eren gave you as an answer, you heard shifting as he got up from his bed, and padded out of his room and down the hall. A brief knocking was heard before a door was opened, all you could see was the upper half of Eren's face. “Yo Zeke, quick question.”

“Eren it’s midnight, fuck off.” A distant, deeper voice said, it was Zeke.

“Whatever man, one of my friends needs help with philosophy stuff, can you help? You owe me man.” Eren sounded tired, you almost felt bad - if only he hadn’t woken you up at this time many times before.

Zeke sighed, “Yeah sure. Send them my number. Get out though.”

All Eren did was nod, shutting the door and padding back to his room. “You owe me now too, (Y/N).”

Zeke became a main source of your educational pursuits when it came to the humanities. You guys had a typical routine when it came to studying - The pair of you would message back and forth for a bit, then eventually give up on typing out all the fun discussions about Plato and Socrates, and settle on calling each other. Each conversation would be short, and strictly relating to your studies, calling Zeke was something that started out purely educational.

That is, until you started to call longer, getting more and more off topic.

Phones propped up on your respective desks, you could see all of each other's upper body. Zeke scanned you through Facetime, watching you hunch over and jot down something he had said. “Your posture sucks.”

Straightening your back, you giggled, “Whatever could you mean.”

“Yeah okay. I'm surprised that hunch isn’t permanent.” You fake gasped at his comment, dropping your pen and clasping your hands on your chests. “Oh yeah, act all surprised, (Y/N).”

“Whatever.” Laughing, you relaxed, picking your pen back up and writing one last thing down. Your eyes shifted to your phone screen, Zeke was in thought waiting for you to finish writing. God, he even looked like a philosopher. “So Zeke, do you have any other hobbies than studying or did you devote your life to student loans?

“I read a bit.” He simply stated, gesturing back behind himself at the large bookcase against his wall. It contained a plethora of books, all of different widths and colors.

“Is that fun reading, or are they also all about philosophy?” One thing you enjoyed about Zeke and yourself was that you could joke with each other very freely. Though most of your conversations were strictly educational, you were able to learn how to be more relaxed with each other. It made learning more fun.

Zeke rolled his eyes at you, “I think philosophy is fun.” His answer made you laugh, but all you did was give him a look, questioning and joking. “But fine, no it’s not all about philosophy. I read a lot of thriller and romance novels.”

“I’m sorry - romance?” To be honest, you were shocked. For a man who was widely considered rather ‘noncommittal’, this was odd.

It was Zeke’s turn to give you a look, his screamed annoyance, but that was always your goal. “Yes, why is that shocking.”

You leaned back in your seat, staring into the camera, “You don’t seem like a romantic guy, rather the opposite.”

“I can be.” Zeke simply stated, copying you and leaning back as well. Studying his face, you thought about how odd he was. Eren had claimed that Zeke wasn’t the best at commitment, he was rather focused on his studies, but he also exclaimed these facts like Zeke was a cold hearted romance anti. It just seemed like the guy was too focused on his studies to even meet women who he liked. He settled.

A liar is what you’d be if you didn’t acknowledge your daydreams about Zeke. Sure, you had thought about him in a romantic way before, but you knew he wasn’t very keen on relationships. It was just a silly little thought. In your life, there were many firsts that still had not yet to be encountered. A real relationship was a foreign thing to you, and when you looked at Zeke, sometimes on an off day, you imagined the firsts with him.

Your daydream would be crushed when you’d remember it probably wouldn’t mean as much to him. He’s had casual relationships, friends with benefits. That didn’t necessarily bother you, in truth it wasn’t your business, but knowing that to him it wouldn't mean as much, it felt icky.

So then you’d bury it. If you didn’t think about it, it would go away. Zeke was a man of many talents. And fucking you up in the head was one of them.

He was focused on school and he only valued relationships as a destresser from his hard work at university. Zeke was your friend anyways, it shouldn’t matter. But Zeke was already in your life, cementing his influence into your heart, your heavy heart.

The worst part is, it wasn’t even that deep. You guys had only ever flirted very briefly, only ever jokes, it was something to wave off. Zeke didn’t mean it, whatsoever, he just liked making light of your study sessions. Yet, you still were engulfed overtime, it didn’t matter. You had mistakenly fallen for his charm, but you’d never show that.

It was so bad for you, wasn’t it?

“Hey, (Y/N), are you coming to Erens tonight?” Sasha yelled at you from her room, digging through her clothes for a suitable outfit, though you knew she’d end up picking up some stuff off the floor and calling it a day.

Mikasa walked into the hall and sighed, “She’s avoiding him.” You hated her directness, she was too smart to hide feelings from. At this point, at least your closest friends knew about your situationship with Zeke.

They’d started to tease you about Zeke now, as your relationship had become a friendship and shifted away from strict education. All the times Zeke would insist on sitting next to you at get togethers, how he’d inch himself closer and closer to you every minute, how he’d lean down to talk to you, whispering in your ear sly comments.

It was apparent to your friends how strung up you were over this guy. He meant a lot, he was really the first guy that you liked that really made your heart flutter. They’d laugh at you, when you’d perk up at just the word of his name, how you’d carefully implore Eren if he’d be present at a function, how at home you’d be glued to your phone screen when texting him.

At first, it was cute.

But now you feel a little hopeless. Zeke wasn’t one to just settle down with a girl. What made you think he’d decide to choose you? Sure, he made you feel special, but who's to say he didn’t make every girl feel special? Who’s to say that this was all because Zeke was bored?

You fought yourself on that a lot, and you hated that you couldn’t let yourself be happy. “(Y/N), if something sparks between you guys and you end up dating then you do, if you don’t, you don’t.” Sasha shrugged, not seeing how ground-breaking the situation was really for you. Her eyes mindlessly wandered Mikasa's room, searching for any object to ‘borrow’ from the raven haired girl.

“I know, it’s just I feel like I have to be extra paranoid with Zeke.” Slouching further into the fuzzy chair Mikasa had placed at her desk, you let Mikasa continue to fiddle with your hair, she insisted on at least putting some product in before you guys went out. “Like he probably knows I like him, but I really don’t think he cares.”

“He cares.” Mikasa simply reassured, whipping your head around, “Eren says he asks about you often.”

“He just cares because he knows me and Eren are friends” You countered, shaking Mikasa off and standing up from the chair, you sighed looking at yourself in the mirror. You still battled with yourself, you were confident in your looks to a degree, you never really cared how you presented to others as long as you looked reasonable, and not trashy. But now, you feel like you have to look your best everywhere, even to the simplest grocery trips, in the fear you’d run into that blonde bastard.

“Or,” Sasha stood up carefully, approaching you like a wounded animal, “Maybe you really caught his interest. I’m not saying he’s like a changed man, but you’re something special. I wouldn’t doubt he’s interested in more than a quick fuck, y’know.” She shrugged and patted your back, “Now come on, Romeo is waiting.”

Mikasa rolled her eyes, following Sasha out the door, not before stopping briefly, “She might not be wrong. I’m not saying he’s perfect - he’s far from it. Trust yourself for once, you know how you really feel.” With that your two closest friends left you for your thoughts.

Zeke Jaeger was a player. He was a man of many tricks and talents. He was smart, very smart, and knew how to play his cards better than anyone else in his circle. At this point, Zeke was most likely perceptive enough to know you were falling for his bare minimum bullshit, and you often wondered what he thought of you because of that. You were not weak, you were not going to melt at his touch and beg for his hand in marriage.

You just wanted to be seen. To be held. Is that much to ask? It sure felt like it. It felt like you were obsessed over nothing.

It was Friday, your day was halfway over, you had just walked out of one of your afternoon lectures with Connie when both of your phones simultaneously buzzed. It was infuriating to have to pause in the bitter winter to fish your phone out of your jacket as you shivered. Connie yakked about the weather as you waved him off to read the message. It was a text to the group chat from Eren, ‘Everyone at my place tn, 6? I got the goods, bring anything you want too lol’

Of course, you were no stranger to what scene would behold you once you made it to Erens place. You’d all get cross-faded, you’d all goof off, and you’d all finally be able to relax after weeks of being tense and noses deep in studies.

Connie smiled at the offer from Eren, shoving his hands in his pockets, “So are you gonna go?”

Sighing, you continued walking, doing the same with your freezing hands, Connie caught up with you, still hanging for an answer. “I mean, yeah, why wouldn't I?”

Connie shrugged, “I dunno, you seem, like detached. I didn’t know if you wanted to go. You never seem up to it anymore.” Connie was never usually a serious guy, but he was damn perceptive. But maybe he never even realized it sometimes.

“Uh, no, I’m fine. Just been actually focusing on school for once, y’know.” Mumbling, you shrugged back, keeping pace with your friend.

“Right. Okay. Yeah.” He huffed, “I just, I dunno, we’re worried.”

You lagged for a brief moment, “We?”

Connie sighed, he just grabbed your arm and dragged you along, “It’s too cold for this conversation. But, yes, everyone can tell, you’re not the same as you used to be. You seem, I dunno, drained? We worry, we’re your friends.”

“Seasonal depression I guess? I don’t know, I’m working on it.”

“I know,” He spoke softly, a first for the loud Connie, “just remember you have people in your corner.”

And so you did remember. Normally, you would never recommend doing what you did that night, you’d never recommend taking a chance on something you had such hesitation for, especially when all the signs pointed towards disaster. But as the drinks sloshed down your throat, burning feeling combating with the heaviness of the joint you had just shared with him, this get together was going well. You were going to take a chance, for fun, but it started with anxiety.

Sasha, Mikasa and yourself had arrived at Eren's on time, so had everyone else - everyone but Zeke. Of course, he had to make a dramatic entrance, make your heart race, waiting and waiting for his arrival. The drinks flowed, you allowed yourself to get tipsy and mildly high, enough to function, but enough to take the edge off.

All of you sat in the living room talking about school, work and other rather mundane topics. The front door handle jiggled for a brief moment and clicked open, your head snapped towards it, heart practically bleeding out of your chest.

It was Zeke.

Maybe the alcohol was a bad idea. Your face drained of color - God, you actually thought you were going to make a move on Zeke - how could you when you’re practically on the verge of vomiting at his mere presence. Could you really go up to him and exclaim, ‘Hey Zeke I have feelings for you and want this to be more!!’

Could you? Did the alcohol and weed loosen you up or create a ball of nervousness. Instantly once the door cracked open, you shifted to turn away from it. You’d pay no mind to him, you were crazy, he could have any girl. Why you?

Zeke pushed through. You ignore it.

Zeke called out to everyone, saying Hi and sitting his stuff down. You ignore it.

Zeke sits down next to you, so close. You ignore it.

Zeke stares at you, you can feel it. You ignore it.

He does the same.

“Hey, everything good?” Eren walked into the kitchen, popping the fridge open and grabbing a few waters. You sat on the counter, mindlessly scrolling on your phone, casually sipping your wine. A little while ago you had wandered in here, everyone had been having their own conversations and you couldn’t bother to join.

“Yeah, just a little out of it.” Eren sighed at your response, nodding slightly, as he walked by, he squeezed you on the shoulder. That was all he did, you were left alone to your devices, that is of course until Zeke walked in. You swear, if Eren made him come in here -

“So, are you just gonna ignore me the entire night?” The blonde questioned, grabbing the wine bottle next to you and filling up his cup. Your eyes scanned him, you hated his sly looks. He positioned himself standing between your legs, he stared back, sipping his drink.

“I thought you didn’t drink wine, Zeke.” You spoke back, simply. Zeke sighed, his eyes grew soft, looking down at his cup, already halfway empty.

“I thought you liked me, (Y/N).” Zeke didn’t look at you. Though, you’re glad he didn’t.

What did this mean? Your heart was racing. Of course, obviously you like him, not just romantically, but also as a good friend. Despite his antics and sly comments, he made a good friend; highly logical, great to bounce ideas off of, to go to for advice, he was always willing to help with any school related things, overall was very reliable.

“I do like you, Zeke.” You’re sure both of you were too drunk to be having this conversation, he was so close to you, he smelled like weed and whiskey. His eyes wandered your body, not bothering to make real eye contact.

“Sure, but you’re usually all over me. What’s wrong? Did I do something?” Maybe you would be honest. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt.

“The problem is the fact that I like you, too much I think.” Your cheeks were burning, the alcohol is not helping, your eyes looked anywhere but his face. You felt like a schoolgirl.

Zeke slowly nodded, taking another sip of his drink. He scanned your face, probably reading your mind. “That’s the issue?”

“Well, if I’m gonna be honest, I have feelings for you. But that- we wouldn’t work out.” Sighing, you took a deep breath, deciding that this was your moment. Just be honest with him, sure he’s an asshole and that won’t change, but maybe a heart to heart would work out.

“Why wouldn’t we work out?” Zeke questioned, brows furrowed. He abandoned the cup on the counter, shifting closer to you. Each arm was leaning by your sides, caging you in.

“Listen, No offense but you don’t get serious about relationships, and I do, like I can't hook up, I get too attached. I just didn’t wanna keep doing this ‘will they won’t they’ thing where we flirt everyday, it’s bothering me. I was gonna talk to you about it earlier but I chickened out.” Your head had dropped at this point, you refused to look him in the eyes, how could you? The air was thick with tension, the subtle sounds of the rest of your druk/high friends loudly chatting in the other room filled the silence between you too.

Zeke was thinking, you could tell. He was deep in thought, processing what you had just told him, he backed up from you ever so slightly. What was there to say to that? Honestly, it was a shocking thing to blurt out at a party.

Zeke sighed, “I see your point.”

“...Yeah…. Is that all you have to say?” Your mind raced, honestly what did you expect?

His hands waved in your face, chuckling, “Let me finish. I understand, and honestly, yeah, I’m not usually committed to people, I’m focused on school and my career. However, I will say I do quite enjoy being around you, more than I enjoy being around most people.”

A smile slipped on your face, “Yeah.”

“However,” He took a moment, you could practically see the cogs turning in his mind, he was being careful with his words, “I do enjoy this, us, I enjoy us a lot. I’ll be honest, I really wanted our relationship to be strictly ‘I help you study’, but I found myself thinking about you often. We connected really well, and I appreciate you.”

Your smile had crept onto him too, so contagious. “You’re joking, Zeke.”

“I’m not, if I wasn’t however many drinks in, I probably wouldn’t be admitting this shit. But it’s true, I think we work well with each other, you’ve been a breather. I’d like to see how this - ” He gestures between you two, ”- goes.”

He was offering a relationship to you, to take this joke flirting further. How can you take his word, though? “Do you mean it, though? Zeke, you’re not just saying this are you?” Pulling Zeke in by his shirt, he was merely centimeters away from your face. The warmth of his body engulfed you.

“I’d like to try for you.” His eyes wandered your face, finding a focal point on your lips.

Smiling, you nodded leaning into him, kissing him, hungrily. Breaking for air, you whispered, “Okay. Then let’s try.”

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daemontargaryenwhore · 16 days

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wait, does that mean Zeke represents the apple? the exchange they made was the power Zeke could give?

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chrollohearttags · 10 months

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did the girlies move on from zeke or not cause i’m jumping on the thirst train 🚂 (it’s something about the jaegers chile… i’m telling you)

i’m just thinking about the MEAN mating press zeke would put you in 🧎🏾‍♀️like you’ll be telling him you’re not flexible then five minutes later your knees are touching your ears like what happened omg-

ion know but we bout to wake it up cause I’m still very much there! 🤞🏾likeee they’re both fine (and freaky) as hell but that zeke? Oh that’s a nasty ass mf, I’m telling you! Imagine thinking he’s gonna hear that shit. Ezekiel will wear you out and not care.

content warning: mating press cause hello, spit kink, foot play, vibrator use, bulging and size kink, finger sucking, spreader bar used, slapping, rough sex

zeke has a nasty habit of always pushing you past your limits. He managed to do things in bed that no other man has ever been able to do. Or rather..allowed to! No matter how toxic he was because the dick was always top tier. Who else would you let come over in the late hours of the night, throwing you onto your own couch; legs pinned back to the top of the couch as he ate you out. Sucking sloppily on your clit and spitting on it so disrespectfully..begging you to fuck his tongue as he buried it deep within your cunt.

“Didn’t I tell you not to bend my legs back that far? The fuck is wrong with you? Gonna make me catch a cramp..”

“Shut the fuck up. Don’t act like you can’t take it.”

something he’d prove to be true when he took you to the bedroom, where dispelled any talk of you not being able take it. Flat on your back with his frame towering over you and a spreader bar parting your ankles. In his hand was a vibrator wand, lying on top of your clit and inside of you was his thick cock, pressing into your skin..thanks to the incredibly rough fucking that was ensuing. The bed frame was rocking and beating against the wall and you two were making so much noise, you were certain your neighbors would be filing a complaint.

“Oh God…yes, stretch this pussy!”

clawing your nails into his arms and back, tapping at his abs to fein him off as you stained them with your sweet juices after yet another nut. But that wasn’t doing a bit of good. As he was buried to the hilt in that tight little entrance. Swollen balls slapping against your asshole. All he could do was laugh because he was going to have his way and not come up out of that pussy until he damn well felt like it! Your eyes would meet in a furious gaze; the two of you fucking as if you absolutely hated each other. And maybe that’s why it was always so goddamn good!

“Begging me to keep fucking you but pushing me away? Make up your mind, baby.”

“You’re a real man, make me take that dick. Unless you’re scared.”

and little did you know the dormant fire that you had set ablaze inside of this man! He’d double down on those strokes, turn the speed up higher on that toy and keep pounding you until he was damn near burrowed over your body. He made it abundantly clear that he was going to break you and breed you, even if it took all night. “Testing me—I swear you love trying my goddamn patience. But I’ll show you..” patting your cheek with heavy slaps and even shoving his fingers into your mouth, only after spitting down into it.

“You’re my slut. I’m the only one that can fuck you like this. Don’t forget it.”

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sharksnshakes · 2 years

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Zeke Yeager - Flirting HCs

source: blondeboyfriend on tumblr

Winning over gn!reader might take a while, but Zeke’s no quitter.

A/N; i never finished aot but for monkey man i might

Wordcount; 199

TW; cursing, suggestive themes, zeke is really really persistent, i make fun of levi a little bit but it’s just a joke guys i promise

Zeke Yeager = male manipulator. period

LMAO okay but really. He’s curious and charismatic and will turn that shit on to try and win you over

Not an outright flirt--won’t drop pickup lines or anything--but it’s pretty clear that he’s interested in you, even if he’s got a funny way of showing it

To Zeke, there’s nothing more intimate than knowing the inner workings of your mind. He literally wants to know everything about you, so if he’s flirting with you he’ll be asking questions left and right

Are we flirting or is this an interrogation 🤨

He seems pretty nosy tbh

Wants to know what you like, dislike, what gets you up in the morning, what you’re passionate about, all of it, and can come on pretty strong in the process

You’ll see him hanging around even when you’re not actively interacting. If he sticks around, you’ll warm up to him, right?

Bottom line, Zeke’s persistent. He’s not a quitter, so there’s little you can do to shake him off

He’ll always respect your wishes, but he’s not giving up that easily... I mean, who else are you gonna choose? The short stack with the black hair? 🤨

#zeke yeager #zeke jeager #zeke yeager x reader #zeke jeager x reader #zeke yeager imagine #zeke jaeger imagine #aot #attack on titan #attack on titan imagine #attack on titan x reader #zeke yeager x you #tw cursing #zeke yeager headcanons #attack on titan headcanons #tw suggestive themes #modern au #if monkey #why cute

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watyousayin · 1 year

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The Office - Levi & Y/N Office AU (platonic)

Hey all! Wrote something based on an episode of The Office where Dwight gets a concussion. Thought it might be funny to have Levi be Dwight’s character and Erwin as Michael Scott. For anyone who hasn’t watched, Dwight and Michael’s characters are meant to be obnoxious and a little annoying. You can see the scenes it’s based off of here:

- Dwight get a concussion

- Dwight goes to the hospital

Bit of fluff and humour (hopefully 😅) with Levi, Zeke & Erwin. Ft Sasha and Historia

TW/CW: Mentions of a car accident, a concussion, hospital, a burn, hospital tests (specifically and MRI scan) mentions of sharp objects

Minors DNI with my blog

Hope you all enjoy it

Sara 💙x

You’ve been listening to your boss talking about his burnt foot for most of the day and how no one cares for him, boring the life out of you. He called the office in the morning asking you to pick him up after he burnt his foot on a grill he kept by his bed to ‘wake up to the smell of crackling bacon’. His words. Levi, the assistant to the regional manager, heard the commotion rushing to the rescue while screaming ‘I’M COMING ERWIN’, and jumped in his car. And in his hurried panic, crashed into a wall on his way out of the parking lot. It looked quite bad, but he didn’t have any bumps or bruises. But his behaviour got weirder and weirder as the day went. The usually diligent, no nonsense and frankly annoying Levi started to forget what he was saying and doing as he was saying and doing it. He started to daze and stare into space. And the weirdest part, he was happier, making jokes and… nice. He was nice to no one…

All up until now, when Levi drops sideways onto his desk interrupting Erwin’s guiltrip speech.

“Oh my god Levi!” colleagues get up and gather around Levi trying to support him.

“Okay, I think we need to take him to the hospital, because I’m pretty sure he has a concussion”. You say worriedly.

“Oh, so now you feel some compassion, for him”. Erwin clearly feels salty that he did not get this much attention for his grilled foot.

“Erwin, he needs to get to the hospital and you’re his emergency contact. You need to go with him.”

“Why don’t you go with him? Levi I can’t take you, I don’t have my car and yours is all broken.” Erwin retorts.

“Please, I want Erwin to take me!” Levi desperately begs, much to his boss’ dismay while you try and calm him.

“You can take my minivan. It’ll be more comfortable for him”. Sasha suggests behind you and Levi.

“Oh yeh, okay whatever, that’s great. No. That won’t work, I can’t drive because of my foot. Zeke, you’ll have to drive”.

“Fine.” Sasha throws her keys to Zeke.

“Alright big boy, let’s go”, you say, trying to sling your coworker’s arm around your shoulders.

“I don’t need the doctor Y/N. I’m humanity’s strongest!” he says while barely being able to stand straight.

You exhale trying to figure out how to reason with humanity's strongest who may or may not be currently experiencing a concussion.

“Levi”, you exhale. “C’mon, we have to go and get your head checked out. You hit it really hard.”

“It was a small bump Y/N, just relax.” He waves his hand dismissing his accident.

“Levi, you crashed your car into the damn wall in the parking lot! That wasn’t a small bump! And please, stand up!” Levi was currently trying to lay himself on the couch by your desk near the front entrance. You let go of him with a huff, causing him to face plant into the couch.

“I’m so tired. Let me take a break.” Levi groans and starts to close his eyes.

“Oh no no no, sweetie you have to stay awake for us, ok. We have to get to the hospital.” You pat his cheeks struggling to keep him up and awake.

You hear the squeak of an office chair roll behind you.

“Okay, you know what”. Zeke, who had been watching the whole ordeal with concern and slight humour, starts to feel sorry for you both (you mainly) and makes his way over. He grabs a spray bottle full of water kept for the office plants and sprays the shorter man in the face a few times.

“AHH.”

“Zeke! “ you exclaim.

“What?” the blond shrugs his shoulders.

“Time to wake up buddy. Let’s get to the elevator.” Zeke moves to help Levi up again, the task proving to be much easier for him than for you.

“You gotta stay awake for us Levi, alright.”

“Where are we going?” Levi asks confused as Zeke tries to awkwardly sling Levi’s arm over his shoulder. The height difference between the two men wasn’t helping.

“Okay let me help you Levi”. You move to take him from Zeke who goes to grab his coat.

“Y/N, try keep him awake. I’ll get the van by the entrance so he can get in easier.” Zeke leaves you to try and coax Levi to the elevator.

“Okay. C’mon Levi, let me help you. Let’s go, c’mon.”

“Okay. You’re the best Y/N.”

“Yep, thanks Levi”.

“What is that smell?” Levi lightly sniffs

“I dunno.”

“I have to go to the hospital.”

“I know.” You respond as though he's a child.

“Where are we going?”

“I’m just gonna take you downstairs to Zeke and Erwin and say bye okay. I’ll see you later.”

“But I’m coming back from… where am I going?” Levi staggers to a stop.

“I know you’ll come back, but it’ll be different.” You try getting him into the elevator.

Levi thinks for a moment as he sways into the elevator.

“What do you mean?” he questions getting slightly dizzy at the motion.

“Long story”

“Oh Y/N,” he laughs as he playfully boops your nose with his index finger. “You’re adorable”.

“Oh wow… uhm okay.” You’re taken aback by this sudden affection.

“Well thanks Levi. Okay let’s get off.”

You guide him to the front entrance of the building.

“Alright, c’mere. I’ll see you.” You gently pull him in for a hug knowing this will probably be the last time you see the nice playful Levi for... well forever.

“Okay huggy hugs. I love you Y/N.”

“Wow. Okay see ya buddy.” You laugh.

It’s been a while since Erwin and Zeke left with Levi. You couldn’t help but feel a little worried. Even if Levi wasn’t the most likeable or easiest person to deal with in the office, you still cared for him. Dare you say you considered him a friend after working with each other for the past few years.

On cue you get a call on your deskphone from Zeke.

“Hey, how’s he doing?”

“Still a little loopy. Erwin’s sitting with him in the waiting area. I dunno who’s worse right now.” Zeke groans tiredly down the phone making you lightly laugh.

“Oh and Levi is asking when you’d get here? I think he thinks you’ll be here. Or he just wants you here.”

This takes you by surprise.

“Oh. Well I mean I can come and maybe we can swap over and you can bring Erwin back.”

“Oh god no, please! I’ll send him back in a cab. I can't stay here nor there with his whiny ass!”

“Haha, alright, I’ll be there soon.”

You made your way to the hospital and found the ward Levi had been shifted to waiting for his MRI scan results.

“Oh thank god! Y/N can sit here now. I can’t breathe in here!” Erwin shoots up on his feet, including the cooked one.

“Wait! Erwin! Where are you going? Don’t leave me!” Levi was still clearly suffering from his accident.

“Oh shut up Levi. You bump your head and you become such a whiny baby”. You and Zeke look at one another not sure whether to laugh or not at your boss’ statement, considering he has been demanding attention all day from the whole office. Plus Levi is like this because of him.

“Excuse me”, a passing nurse interrupts the moment. “I’m sorry, there are too many people in here. We can only allow 2 people max.”

The desperate look on Levi's face while looking at Erwin makes you laugh and feel sorry for him, while the latter looks bored and has already used this cue to leave.

You turn to Zeke, “It’s okay, I’ll sit with him. You go and sit outside.” He smiles and nods leaving.

“Hey buddy, how are you feeling?” You ask, sitting by his bed.

“My head feels like somebody threw a boulder at it. I don’t feel so good.” He rubs his head. And it seems like he’s still suffering some amnesia as he looks at you confused.

“Hey, what are you doing here?”

“Just here to stay with you, make sure you’re okay.”

“Oh. Thanks for that Y/N.” You smile back in response and you both fall into a comfortable silence. Levi leans back slightly, careful not to lay down just yet as instructed by the nurse. He peers back at you and you meet his silver eyes.

“You alright there Levi? Need anything.”

“No, just… thank you.” He says quietly looking down at his fingers. You smile and your eyebrows slightly furrow. You’re not used to being thanked this much by him.

“You thanked me already. And I’m more than happy to be here and wait with you.” You pat his hands.

“No Y/N. I mean, it’s just… Thank you for being nice to me. You’re always nice to me.”

You stare at the side of his face not knowing what to say.

“You’re nice to me when Zeke plays his stupid pranks on me and when Erwin is mean to me and will only let me be assistant to the regional manager.” You lightly laugh at his comments as he continues.

“I know no one really likes me in the office. You’re my best friend there”. He looks at you sincerely and you feel really touched.

“Believe it or not, I do care about you.”

“Aww, Levi. That’s really sweet. I care about you too.” You reply honestly.

“You’re my best friend and I love you”

“Oh…”

“Like I can kill for you.”

“Oh, well, that’s not necessary.” You awkwardly laugh.

“Platonically of course.”

“Uh… Which part?”

“If anybody hurts you, I keep various weaponry strategically placed around the office. Like those 2 swords in the uhm… Where were they?” And the moment is gone.

“Wait what..?” Your eyes widen, knowing he most likely isn’t kidding.

“You’re a great gal Y/N.”

“Wait Levi, can you just-”

“Hi Mr Ackerman, how are you doing?”

Levi and the nurse have a brief conversation before he cries out for Erwin to join him again. You step out of the room with a small smile feeling weirdly warm after hearing those words from Levi. And slightly concerned about the swords. You’ll have to thoroughly check the office later. You bump right into Zeke who had been waiting outside the room.

“How’s he doing?” Zeke asks, pushing off the wall.

“Uhm.. yeh, good. I think. He said some nice things.”

“Oh, so still concussed then.” He laughs

“Hey!” You lightly hit his bicep laughing. “Oh but seriously, we need to check the office for unauthorised sharp objects…”

“Yup, that sounds more like Levi.” You both walk to the waiting area.

“Oh Y/N, can I tell you something?” Zeke stops walking.

“Yeh, of course.” You wait expectedly.

“Well, I just wanna say…” You nod for him to continue.

“Well. I really care about you. I love you.” You stare at him, not blinking.

“I can kill for you. Platonically.” He smirks down at you.

You clock onto him. He clearly heard yours and Levi’s conversation. “Oh very funny, ha ha. You ass.” You playfully shove him, your face heating up slightly.

He slings an arm over you. “C’mon Y/L/N, let’s get some coffee. I’ll get it for you, best friend.”

“Oh god,” you sigh and Zeke just laughs.

A few days later

You leave a bunch of flowers on Levi’s desk that the office bought for him for his first day back. He was given a few days off to rest by Erwin, much to Levi’s dismay.

You hear the door to the office open and Levi walks in hanging his jacket on the coat rack.

“Morning Levi, how are you doing?” You smile at him.

“No time for idle chit chat.” Levi walks right past you to his desk.

“What the hell are these?” He looks at the flowers distastefully.

“We thought it’d be nice after you got back out of hospital” Historia says from her desk behind him.

“Waste of time, money and space”. Levi scoffs and throws the flowers in the trash can under his desk as he settles into his chair.

“Tsk, Zeke, your craps on my side of the desk again.” Levi tuts as he proceeds to shove things off of his side of the desk with a ruler not caring that Zeke’s paperwork was now all over the floor.

Zeke sits back in his chair and watches in amusement.

“Great to have you back Levi, I missed you.” Zeke says

“Oh shut up you oversized monkey. I bet I can catch up on my work and still make more sales than you”.

Zeke looks over at you grinning and you both stifle a laugh.

Ah, that’s the Levi you know. But you also now know what a softie he actually is.

You now need to know where those swords are…

#attack on titan #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan fluff #attack on titan office AU #levi ackerman #zeke yeager #erwin smith #aot modern au #aot office au #aot fluff #levi x reader #zeke x reader #levi ackerman x reader #zeke yaeger x reader #zeke jeager x reader #zeke jaeger #aot imagines #attack on titan imagine

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jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd · 3 months

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Have you already wrote headcannons for a reader on there period? With the aot boys please. Non - modern au if you can

a/n: there is a NSFW period one already done, it isn’t specified as modern au or canon verse. you can find it right here :) this however is a SFW, canon-verse just for you! just obviously this post has mention of menstruation lol

eren jaeger has a bottle of painkillers he keeps in his jacket pocket for you. he knows that you won’t end up taking them until you’re writhing in pain, so as soon as you mention your period, he’s unscrewing the lid.

armin arlert always rubs your back when you start your period. he’s understanding, patient, and kind. he carries around a pad/tampon just in case you need one.

connie springer treats you like a princess when that time comes around. he’s extra sweet to you, carefully picking his words. he’s afraid of that ‘period-wrath.’

jean kirstein gives you half off his food during your period week. he knows how draining your period can be and there’s no way he’s letting his baby go on missions not being properly nourished.

porco galliard hates when you go on your period because you and pieck always sync up. the two of you decide to make his life a living hell whenever that week rolls around. he always says it’s “too much feminine energy.”

zeke jaeger deems you his queen for that week (and every other week.) he’d do anything to keep you happy even if it meant embarrassing himself somehow. he always picks up a sweet treat for you when out.

reiner braun gets queasy at the mention of your menstruation which you use to your advantage. he’ll do anything you ask him if it means you’ll stop describing what’s happening inside of you.

bertholdt hoover is so gentle with you. always asking if you’re alright, if you’re cramps are too bad. he gives you forehead kisses and generally tries to keep you from exerting too much energy.

erwin smith doesn’t care about your period. in public, at least. after the days done and he doesn’t have to be your superior anymore, he’s buckling for you and every request. he draws you warm baths.

levi ackerman wants you to rest as much as possible. he hates seeing you go out with the rest of the scouts, knowing how painful your period can be. he’ll find an excuse to keep you inside the walls.

jean x reader fic

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kzlove · 11 months

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love's rage

rage ; to show or have violent uncontrollable anger

when eren witnesses too much, he physically cannot control himself.

warnings : fighting, slight bullying, dick appointment mention, carla is alive, carla and grisha are divorced, not proofread

modern au!eren jaeger x reader

eren jaeger from the football team was a big lover.

everyone understood that when he was seen walking his best friend, mikasa, to class and buying her food.

or even seeing him leave the school because connie ended up passing out while being in the street by himself.

he wasn't as open as he presented himself as, but he definitely did care about some things.

so when a random girl wearing a brown graphic tee began bringing him water when he'd forget during games, he grew a light crush.

he remembers ranting to his mother over the phone the fifth time it happened.

he was at his father's house, laying on his stomach while his mother was working.

carla listened to her boy go on and on about it, ending it off with a hush 'fuck she was just so beautiful. and godsent.'

of course, he got the cursing of his life for using that language towards his mother, but it was worth it.

his team teased him about it, and so did his friends.

even armin, who was still following annie around like a lost puppy.

the news went around almost immediately, and eren even giggled while showing his older brother, zeke.

the captain of the football team is a big lover, and is head over heels for some mysterious girl.

eren made sure to never let anyone know who it was, in case his 'fanclub' goes crazy over it.

sometimes, people think because their captain is such a big lover, the football team would follow behind in his footsteps.

wrong.

the football team was quite the opposite..

"eren did you do the bio worksheet?" mikasa groaned, finally catching up with the boy.

she rode in her uncle's car on mondays, so they didn't get to ride together.

and of course, eren always has his headphones in blaring the neighborhood or whatever song armin has in his playlist.

"nah. gonna ask min during lunch." eren said, turning to mikasa with a cheeky smile.

it wasn't the first time eren had ask armin for the homework, and definitely not the last.

but of course, with armin arlert, there's always a price behind.

and with the amount eren failed to do, he might just have to cover the next hangout's expenses.

loud bangs could be heard, making eren roll his eyes.

they were at it again.

some guys on the football team amuse themselves by taking up one of the girls in the school and making them hate their days of school.

every week, they pick another girl to pick on.

whether it be for her weight, her clothes, or her face. nothing ever mattered when it came to those guys.

eren recalls the time they tried it with mikasa.

eren didn't have to do much at the time, because her uncle promptly failed them that semester.

he still remembers what levi had said to him after that.

'if you get them suspended from five games, i'll make sure you pass my class with flying colors.'

safe to say, everyone came to eren for answers he had no clue about.

"are they ever gonna give that up?" mikasa questioned, and eren knew she was watching again.

eren minded his business, knowing that floch forester was apart of half of it.

he'd gotten into the football team because his daddy had money, and occasionally sleeps with the assistant principal.

no one wanted to get in between the ap and her dick appointments.

so when he was walking past and see a flash of brown, he paused in his steps and looked behind him.

mikasa stumbled into him, annoyed. "what the hell?" she questioned immediately.

he ignored her complaints of her make up smudging even the slightest, squinting his eyes to look at who they were bothering.

and it was her.

wearing that brownish grey shirt that was suddenly stained pink.

you looked horrified, hands up in defense as they tossed baby powder on you.

eren watched as floch laughed, another guy shoved you down, and yet another one held a pair of blue scissors.

they practically slid you across the floor in the sticky mess.

of course they wanted to do it in the empty staircase, where no one really would go.

your cries of 'stop' echoed, making mikasa frown.

before she could open her mouth and say something to eren, he was gone from her side.

he was far ahead of her, stepping in the sticky mess with his fresh converse and ripping his hoodie over his head.

immediately, eren was shoving the boy behind you down the steps, hearing a sickening crack.

eren didn't flinch, just lifting you to your feet with a frown on his face.

you immediately recognized him, who wouldn't?

"here. go to the bathroom and clean up. you can wear this after." eren said softly to you, helping you step away from the sticky mess.

he didn't give you the time of day to speak, already swinging on the boy beside him.

six.

that's how many men it took to rip eren off of floch forester.

of course, he handled everyone else before chasing floch down the hallways of the school.

the students watched it all go down, not believing eren was actually gonna hurt his teammate.

until the boy was caught.

the minute eren caught floch, he began pounding his face in something serious.

nothing about this was a joke.

nothing about this was in the slightest bit funny.

now eren was sitting in the principals office, his parents sitting on either side of their son.

after their divorce, it was rare to see them sit in a room together and agree on something.

but of course, they could agree that their son had some serious anger issues that built up over the years.

it stayed silent, carla and grisha not knowing what to say at all.

the principal walked in, a disappointed frown present on his face.

"i'm surprised to see you here today. where's your sweater mr jaeger?" the principal began, looking him up and down.

yeah, eren used to be a fighter. and he was known for removing his clothes during fights.

students even hung his gorillaz shirt over the school's message board.

"doesn't matter." eren responded, a common response.

carla swatted him immediately, giving him a stink look. 'behave' her eyes yelled.

the principal sighed, leaning back into his chair in annoyance.

"okay. then what happened." the principal asked, raising his eyebrow and holding a pen.

now this, is what eren was so totally ready to get off his chest.

he spilled everything about what these boys have been doing for the past few months.

every video created, everything he's personally witnessed, every girl he's comforted, and every rumor he heard.

some of these girls even began doing blended learning because of how embarrassed they were.

eren had given them multiple warnings as their captain, and they never listened to him.

this was their last straw, even if it meant eren had to do out of school suspension.

the principal listened and made notes, frowning while doing so.

when he finished writing, he looked up at eren with a sour expression.

"are you aware of the alter ego rule, mr. jaeger?" the principal asked, raising his eyebrow.

eren nodded, having it memorized from when mikasa forced him to take intro to law with her during their freshman year.

"when a person can only defend a third party under circumstances and only to the degree that the third party could act." eren recited, crossing his arms.

the principal nodded, slightly impressed. but eren knew exactly where this was going.

and how to come back to it.

"i'm sure that girl could not have put seven football players in the hospital." the principal frowned.

"very aware of that. that's why i did it in place of the twenty five girls they bothered." eren said, flashing him a grin.

carla could only placed her hands together and pray for her boy's future to be bright.

before eren could get into his car with his mother, he heard a voice calling out to him.

he paused, turning around and seeing mikasa and you chasing after him.

"dude! what the hell!" mikasa sighed, leaning over and catching her breath.

eren chuckled and looked over at you, who was now holding the hoodie he'd lent you earlier.

"thank you." you said, giving him the best smile that you could possibly offer after the day you had.

eren nodded, taking the hoodie from you with a smile. "no problem." eren replied, tossing it into his car.

"are you suspended?" mikasa questioned, tilting her head.

eren glanced at his mother, who had tapped her wrist with a frown.

"yeah. three weeks." eren laughed sheepishly, leaning back onto the hood of his car.

carla had nowhere to go but in her house, she'll be alright.

he noticed your expression changed from the corner of his eye, perfect lips beginning to form a pout.

immediately, he squeezed your cheeks and gave you a genuine smile.

"don't be sad. we'll meet again on better terms." eren joked, effectively making you smile back.

before his mother complained, he climbed into the car and smiled.

"give her my number miki!" eren said, pushing his head out of the car window.

carla pulled him back into the car by his hair, smiling warmly at the sight of mikasa.

she pulled off, making sure to let zeke know what his younger brother had done.

"wasn't she gorgeous?" eren dreamily sighed, leaning back into his seat with a cheesy smile.

carla glanced at him, before looking back at the road with a loud laugh.

eren immediately looked at her, ready to defend you with his life against his own mother.

"mm... my boy is in love." carla smiled to herself, turning onto the next street over.

and eren wouldn't have it any other way.

#eren jaeger #eren yeager #aot fanfiction #aot fluff #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #eren fluff #mikasa ackerman #eren jaeger x reader #eren x reader #eren aot #eren jeager

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theepisceswriter · 9 months

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WELCOME TO CLUB RENAISSANCE !

(Aka Stallion's return event)

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OMGGGG, lovies I am SAUR excited to be back and share my creativity and world with you all and build off of the equally amazing ideas you have as supporters of my work. As an artist, having the inspiration and drive to write after not having ANY for so long means the world to me! So come help me spew out more content for yall!! And what better way to do it than a Beyonce themed event?

MASTERLIST (TBA once requests start rolling in)

HOW THIS EVENT WILL WORK

♡ Underneath the readmore tag there is an assortment of characters, tropes/situations (both sfw and nsfw), and even reader specifics to choose from annnnddd even wildcard options for you if there's anything I left out!

♡ You’ll choose a Drink (character), Beyonce Song (situations/tropes), and your favorite Yonce (reader specific).

♡ The characters listed are not the only ones available, all characters from the fandoms I have listed on my page are available! The ones listed are just the ones I get requests for the most or ones I’ve been having brainrots for lately

♡ You can send in all sorts of combinations and be as vague or descriptive as you want to be. You can list multiple characters, multiple situations, etc, etc.

♡ For example: "Can I have a Long Island Iced tea, Cuff It & Energy, with Femyonce?", "Can I request Zeke Jaeger with the fwb trope and nb!Reader?" and even, "Can I have One night stand trope with Gojo after he comes home after being locked away for so long?" Whatever you want baby I got you!

♡ Enjoy grandma's babies !!!

♡ CMON AND GRAB YOU A DRINK BABY ! (Characters) ♡

Long Island: Reiner Braun

Margarita: Toji Fushiguro

Martini: Gojo Satoru

Old Fashion: Nanami Kento

Mimosa: Jotaro Kujo

Cosmopolitan: Dio Brando

Bloody Mary: Geto Suguru

Whiskey Sour: Jean Kirchstein

White Russain: Eren Jaeger

Daiquiri: Zeke Jaeger

Negroni: Gutts

Gin Fizz: Shigure Sohma

Manhattan: Levi Ackerman

Mojito: Erwin Smith

Lemon Drop: Shuu Tsukiyama

Sangria: Benimaru

Screwdriver: Leonard Burns

Mai Tai: Character of your choice!

♡ CHOOSE A JAM TO BOOGIE TO! (Scenarios/Tropes)♡

♡ CENSORED (SFW) ♡

ALL UP IN YOUR MIND: Yandere

KITTY KAT: Sidechick-type beat

NO ANGEL: Troubled!Reader

PRAY YOU CATCH ME: Cheating

JEALOUS: Jealousy

ALL NIGHT: Domestic themes (marriage, children, etc)

SORRY: Reconciling

ON THE RUN: Criminal!Reader x Criminal!Character

HEAVEN: Death

LOVE ON TOP: Fluff

MINES: Any trope to lovers

BEST THING I NEVER HAD: AU (coffee shop, modern, organized crime, etc, etc)

LOVE DROUGHT: Angst

HELLO: First date

BREAK MY SOUL: wildcard! A theme you think of that might not be listed

♡ UNCENSORED (NSFW) ♡

COZY: Cockwarming

ALIEN SUPERSTAR: Monsterfucking

CUFF IT: Overstimulation

CHURCH GIRL: Religion kink

PLASTIC OFF THE SOFA: Aftercare (can be sfw)

VIRGOS GROOVE: Friends with benefits

MOVE: Dominatrix

THIIQUE: Body worship (can be sfw)

PURE/HONEY: Onlyfans!Reader

SUMMER RENAISSANCE: One-Night Stand

VIDEO PHONE: Phone sex

IF I WERE A BOY: Pegging

6-INCH: Sex worker!Reader

SANDCASTLES: Hate sex

UPGRADE U: Sugar Daddy/Mommy

HAUNTED: BDSM

BLOW: Oral fixation

PARTITION: Car sex

DANCE FOR YOU: Striptease

ENERGY: Mutual masturbation

ROCKET: wildcard! A theme you think of that might not be listed

♡ CHOOSE YOUR FAVORITE YONCE ! ♡

Femyonce: F!Reader

Thugga Bey: M!Reader

Themyonce: Nb!Reader

Diversce (I thought of this one real hard): POC!Reader (you specify)

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lucysarah-c · 1 year

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95 in Math

Summary: A little tale from my Teen! modern au Levi stories. Zeke had been getting on Levi's last nerve and they solved it as teenage boys know to.... beating eachother and posting it on snapchat. Words: 2920 Paring: Teen! Levi x Teen! Reader Warnings: cursing and slightly sexual mentions. Also violence from the fight but nothing too graphic.

If you want to read more stories from me, this is my masterlist! under the banner "Lele's tale" its all my Teen! Levi modern au world. Or you can click here!

There was a well-known fact, Levi despised No! Levi hated Zeke Jaeger with all his soul. It was an established rivalry since they were toddlers. Anyone must know about it. It didn't help at all that each one went to the biggest two schools whose rivalry on matches was popular too.

God, if they were in the same frag party, It was certain that they would at least exchange a few words if Erwin managed to retain his best friend from beating Zeke up. The tall blond would usually say "Come on Levi, do you want your mother to get mad at you for having to hear another of Diana's speech about Zeke's bruises?"

There was something else that didn't help, both of them belonged to respectable noble families. Jaegers and Ackermans have been throwing glaze at each other since the Titan war. One exception was the new wife of Grisha Jaeger, Carla, and Levi's mother, Kuchel. Both women knew each other since their high school years and they had done their modelling career together. Another special case was Eren Jaeger, he had an unusually good relationship with the Ackermans' kids, Mikasa and Levi. Probably because of his mother’s influence and, perhaps, the wish of pissing his father off.

Especially after he joined the Scouting Legion Academy and received the deep green and white letter jacked with the wings of freedom in them as a prize of belonging to the School team. Another fact that grew the bad blood between the two teens was that both of them were leaders of their respective teams. Of course, Levi was an Ackerman and, as any respectable member of the family legacy, he was good at any sport that he played. Ackermans had been the pride of the scouts for generations.

However, if there was one extra straw that was last needed to blow their bad blood out of proportion it was . . . Y/N

It's quite pointless to get into details of how YN and Levi began to date, that could be a story for another day but these two were high school sweethearts. It was not a secret, almost everybody knew about it unless that person lived under a rock. The way that she would run into his strong arms with her tight little navy blue and white cheerleader dress after he achieved another victory under the school uniform. Kuchel adored her, treating her as her own daughter, and, believe it or not, Kenny tolerated her.

Perhaps the question would be, what is the correlation between the rivalry of the two teens and the brand new relationship that Levi held. Long story short, jealousy. Before joining the Scouts prep, Y/N used to live in Marley and while being a cheerleader there, she encountered members from other schools. For example, Zeke. And apparently, Levi's new sweetheart got along with Pieck, who was close friends with Zeke.

One connection led to another and Zeke wasn't particularly jumping for joy when he heard from his little step-brother that the girl he spends three whole parties talking to, moved to another country and ended up dating Levi fucking Ackerman in less than a year.

On the other side of the tale, Levi fucking Ackerman wasn't happy hearing out from, guess who, Eren (Aka Zeke's little brother) that his biggest enemy since he used diapers had a crush on his girl. Zeke commented and liked all her pictures on Instagram and he replied to her stories? Levi was on a blink on asking Kenny for the family private plane, travelling to Marley and paying a visit to the other side of the Jaeger's household. The young Ackerman had beaten the living shit out of Zeke for less, way less.

No, things weren't looking good. It wasn't good timing for having the final of the baseball teams between the two schools. There were too many hormone teens in the same field for the game to end up good. The tension was rising like boiling milk, it was a matter of seconds until it blew out of proportion.

It was an early morning, Levi left Kenny's apartment around 5 to 6 am to arrive first to the field as the good captain team he was. Then the rest of the team arrived late, he almost freaked out when Eren was nowhere to be found but he arrived late, as always. When the young Ackerman was almost ready to go to the field, his backpack was vibrating. He picked up his phone and read "Come outside, I've something for you" from YN.

He peaked out of the changing room and she basically jumped into his arms.

"mhm" He groaned against the curve of her neck, feeling the sweet vanilla perfume from her smooth skin, the tight embrace of her bare arms around his neck and his strong arms were quick to find their place on both sides of her hips after the sudden hug.

"I came to kiss you once 'cause you had to wake up too early on a Saturday," She said before pressing their lips together on a quick peak. Before Levi could lead on and deepen the contact a bit, she parted away.

"Kiss you twice because the match is going to be alright" she repeated before leading on another kiss. This one lasted a little bit longer. “I’m going to be cheering for you!” “Try not to fall like in practice last thursday,” Levi teased back earning a little push from her, faking taking offence.

Levi’s team was winning but, at what costs? Marley’s side was playing so dirty that to stand a chance they had to go down to the same level. There were a bunch of “unprofessional game attitudes” and Levi himself had to stop Eren a couple of times from starting a fight.

There was something that Levi had to give it to Zeke and it was that he was a hell of a pitcher. If it wasn’t for his Ackerman reflexes the ball would have crushed right into the middle of his face. Luckily he squatted on time to avoid it.

“Sorry!” The apologises that left the blond felt anything but sincere. He was smirking as he chuckled with another member of the team under his breath. Levi was dedicating him his best death glance, he was meditating inside his head that it was his duty as a Captain to show professional and mature gaming attitude

The grandstand held their breath in a quick general gasp as the second ball was thrown way too close. Levi dodge it, again, but this time he was growing heavily and his teeth hurt from pressing them.

Hange was really active shouting about how Zeke was going to leave with his ass kicked if he kept with that attitude. Erwin held eye contact with Levi as he slightly shook his head, as the leader of the School’s student council, he had left it clear that they didn’t need another video of them fighting going viral online.

Levi hit the ground a couple of times with his bat and tried to remain focused. Breathing deep as he swore to himself that he wasn’t going to let it get on his head. When he turned, she was looking eyes with him. Worriness covered her features as she tried to tie up together with a smile of reassurance.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I would leave him as brand new,”

Maybe it was that his Ackerman’s powers blessed him with extraordinary abilities, perhaps another person wouldn’t have heard that comment from the distance they had. It would have been great if Levi hadn’t heard those words leaving Zeke’s lips as he dedicated the girl a sassy side smirk. It would have… but that didn’t happen. Levi heard it, clear as if it had been whispered to him.

Zeke didn’t even see it coming when he turned around, Levi had already tackled him to the ground. The public screamed, some of them in surprise, most cheering for one guy or the other.

“You like to eat earth, fucking monkey? Eat earth!” Despite the fact that Zeke was easily 10cm taller than the dark haired boy, he could barely hold on. Levi was pushing the Marley’s team guy’s face to the soft ground of the field, covering his face in mud as he grabbed the golden locks and tugged them.

“Mike! Do something! Stop them!” Erwin screamed to the other team member that was on the field watching interested.

“Wait, he’s winning,” Mike replied entertainingly.

“Of course he’s winning! KICK HIM IN THE GUTS” Hange screamed from the top of their lungs as they filmed the scene.

Reined tried to jump in in defence of their captain but Eren, who was easily rallied up, stopped midway. Soon the game was a disaster, professors trying to ease out the confrontations but they did little to no effort in stopping Levi.

One of them even said, when the principal told them to stop it “I’m not messing up with an angry Ackerman, I value my own life”

Each second that went by was loudly announced by the hanging clock in the room. Still in the muddy uniform of the team, Levi sat down, legs parted and elbows resting on his knees as he waited. The principal office was always quiet, but on a Saturday with no students in the school, the silence was overpowering.

No, phone, they had taken that away. Zackly was calling anyone at his household that would pick up. The game was over and as Erwin said “you’re lucky that any university would take you in no matter what, Zackly is 100% going to suspend you for a while”

The waiting room felt stupidly big at those hours that the cheerful slightly old-fashioned secretary wasn’t there to offer those old candies that she always had. The amount of available seats was tempting to raise his muddy boots and take a quick nap considering the time he had woken up. But he didn’t, his list of disrespect to the authority was quite crowded that day.

The office with the frosted glass on Levi’s right gave away the movement of someone in the attached room. The door with the golden plate on it opened up and revealed a furious Diana, whose heels echoed in the tiled floor as she hastened up. Before leaving the office, the blond woman (that Levi liked to call Karen because of the haircut) dedicated her best dead glance.

The teen just kept a stoic attitude, this wasn’t the first time Diana was mad at him and he feared it won’t be the last one either. Grisha walked slowly after handshaking with the principal, looked at Levi and kept going.

Levi did no movements, except from his eyes who looked up to his right. Slyly looking without turning to the principal who definitely didn’t expect to spend his Saturday’s lunch time dealing with angry parents after a baseball match.

“Nobody is catching up the phone in your house,” the adult affirmed.

“I told you. Kenny works at night, he must be sleeping until 3 to 4 pm and my mother is shooting a new HBO show in spain.” Levi repeated the information he had been giving since he was dragged to the office “Even if Kenny picked up the phone, he’s not gonna come,”

“Well, you’ll spend the entire weekend here until an adult comes to pick you up and signs your suspension,”

The old man left the place, probably searching for a coffee. Levi’s curses under his breath filled the empty room.

The entry door opened up again revealing an enthusiastic Eren.

“Dude! I took a picture of Zeke crying in the nursing room! Hahah I post it on snapchat,” Eren, who had a black eye from fighting with Reiner, sat down next to Levi as if nothing was going on “You beat him up so good!”

Eren passed the pictures on the screen of his phone with his thumb, tilting to the right for Levi to see.

“Have you seen twitter?”

“They took my phone,”

“Ugh, Zackly it's been a pain in the ass since his wife left him”

“Yeah, fucking old man. Can’t get it up anymore and want to cut my balls because he’s frustrated,” Levi commented on gossip as he slacked against the uncomfortable chair “If they wake Kenny up, he’s going to kick my ass for real,”

“You’re fucked, because they asked Mika’s mother the number of Traute to get in contact with Kenny,”

Levi groaned loudly “Fuck! Come on! Zeke started! Why aren’t they suspending him too?!”

“Maybe because he’s going to lose one week of school recovering,”

“Oh yeah… the asshole can’t take a punch,” Levi replied and both of them began to chuckled “You should have seen him complained because earth was getting in his contact lenses,”

Eren left when Mikasa came to pick him up, the girl only said one thing “you’re dead, Kenny is coming over to pick you up. It was nice knowing you, cousin”

Gentle parenting? Kenny hadn’t heard of it. He was a man not made to deal with kids and Levi had known that from a young age, he was left on his supervision only when his mother couldn’t be around. Kenny always complained loudly about it until he could use his nephew in his advance, which wasn’t frequent but it happened more than Levi liked to admit. Skipping work under the excuse that he was trying to have quality time with his only baby nephew to what usually involved sending Levi away to a friend's house so Kenny could have the house for himself.

No, Kenny wasn’t a father figure. He wasn’t even a responsible adult. But he was a man who hated to deal with brat stuff and Levi was sure as hell that he felt his soul leaving his body when a tired barely woke Kenny showed up in the Principal’s office.

“Prepare your ass, rat. You won’t be sitting for a while,” Kenny murmured as Zackly invited them in. Both Ackermans sat down in front of the desk. Levi on the left chair, trying to make himself invisible. Kenny was slacked against the chair on the right, legs obscenely parted and hands on pockets.

“What’s the deal? I’m a busy man,” Kenny tried to get it done as soon as possible.

Zackly went through heavy detail on what happened earlier that day, making the young man grimace expecting his death sentence.

“You’re telling me that this rat,” Kenny pointed with his thumb to the left where his nephew was. “Kicked the living shit out of the Jaeger kid, got 2 other men out of his back to keep bitching the brat. All by himself?”

“Yes,”

Levi felt himself melting in the chair as he remembered being grabbed by two other Marley’s players trying to push him away and him throwing both guys out of his back. Maybe he did get carried away.

Cold big hand landed loudly with a pat on his head as Levi closed the eyes as a self reflect. His whole body moved as Kenny ruffled his dark hairs strongly.

“That’s my boy, a fucking Tiger. Unstoppable.” Kenny smirked proudly at him as Levi felt himself straighten his back as his uncle kept roughly tangling his hair. “That’s what we Ackermans do, we fight and we win.”

“Mr. Ackerman with all the respect, Zeke Jaeger has two teeth broken!”

“Nice,” Kenny replied, smirking all the way, turning around to Levi who was suddenly feeling really cocky “Did you use the kicks that I taught you?”

“Yes!” Levi replied quickly.

“Sir-”

“Look, if you want to teach morals. Talk to his mother. I think that assholes that flirt with your girly deserve a good punch, boys will be boys. They need to unleash energy” Kenny’s uninterested tone and slightly problematic tendencies weren’t what Zackly was searching for when he called for an adult. The old man sighed loudly as the two Ackermans raised from their spot

“Come on, rat.” Kenny’s towering figure abandoned the room without even caring to hear anything else, Levi was quick to follow.

“I’ve a party with the guys tonight, we won. Can I go?” Levi’s voice echoed in the empty corridors as he kept up with Kenny’s fast pace.

“As far as you don’t bust my balls, you’re free to go to another country as far as I care”

The Ackerman’s teen felt as if he had dodged a bullet, his uncle wasn’t angry, they won the game and he had won a free week from school. A win is a win.

However, when the following Monday morning the door of Kenny’s apartment opened up loudly and the voice of his mother screamed from the first floor “LEVI ACKERMAN, GET DOWN HERE IN THIS INSTANT!”

Levi dragged his feet down the stairs grimacing uncomfortably as he faced his mother that still had the luggage in the front door. Slightly wavy dark hair framing his mother’s complexion as he frowned at him deeply. Crossed arms and her feet tapping the floor.

“Something to say in your defence, young man?”

Levi looked at Kenny searching for an alibi, but his uncle just walked to the kitchen to make himself a coffee. Side eyes that said “you’re on your own, kid”

Kuchel raised an eyebrow, expectant.

Levi tried to force an innocent smile, searching for his mother’s lovely nature “... that I got a 95 in maths?”

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levi-supreme · 2 years

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Yes, Mr Ackerman

Characters: CEO!Levi x Secretary fem!reader

Genre: Modern!au

Warnings: Not sfw, minors and ageless blogs dni.

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

Word count: 3.3k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Who did you want to seduce?"

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

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

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

"... Mr Ackerman, sir?"

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

"Take off the bra."

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

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

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

"Answer me."

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

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

"Yes, Mr Ackerman."

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

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

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

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

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

"You're mine, understand?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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gojo-inabox · 1 year

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what they text you at 4am - modern au, various aot characters

Warnings: Unhinged cracked up behavior, modern AU, explicit NSFW suggestions with Zeke, maybe be ooc for some, implied afab reader, crude language and humor.

Characters: Reiner Braun, Armin Arlert, Bertolt Hoover, Annie Leonhart, Zeke Jaeger

Reiner Braun

Armin Arlert

Bertolt Hoover

Annie Leonhart

Zeke Jaeger (NSFW EXPLICITLY IMPLIED)

#attack on titan #aot #attack on titan x reader #aot x reader #aot texts #aot modern au #zeke jaeger #zeke jaeger x reader #armin arlert #armin arlert x reader #reiner braun #reiner braun x reader #annie leonhart #annie leonhart x reader #bertolt hoover #bertolt hoover x reader

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loveanoutcast · 2 years

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"Games" | Eren Yeager

Part Eight | NSFW Content

TW: nsfw, smut, rough sex, degradation, slapping (m receiving), public sex, threesome mentions, hurtful language, swearing, pregnant intercourse, pretty fluffy towards the end

Pairing: Eren Yeager (Jaeger) x Fem!Reader, Levi Ackerman x Reader (Mentioned), Porco Galliard x Reader (Imagined), Zeke x Pieck x Reader (Imagined), Jean Kirstein x Reader (Imagined briefly, instantly dismissed)

Other: Modern au, businessman!Eren, teacher!reader, administrator!reader, pregnant!reader, husband!eren, married trope

Guess who's back...back again...V is back...Tell a friend. I don't know where the sudden unblock of writer's block came from but I am so happy to have this part out. Listen there will be lots of mixed emotions and feelings and if you think this came off too strong or like you wanted the reader to play a more lower tempered card...well tough shit. I am a sucker for damsel in distress tropes but I just binged watched Pride & Prejudice (2005) and a whole ton of Cobra Kai and Shameless, which the guy who plays Robby Keene has my heart and he is so pretty. So I wanted the reader to be less susceptible to Eren's shit and really built on her connection with Levi. Fucking anyway, I know it's a bit short but I really wanted to remind y'all that I'm alive, I'm doing better, and I can't wait to hear from you all.

Also, Chapter Nine will be angst filled but I promise the endings of these will be good and definitely bring fantasies to life bc this is fan fiction, we need happy endings. I'll leave the queer baiting and empty plots to the CW. Enjoy!

Eren held a finger to his lips, his eyes a deeper jade in the cramped space you both were currently in. Your breathing was a bit heavy and rapid as your heart drummed in your ears. You knew your entire face was flushed in mild embarrassment and slight fear on getting caught in the current predicament your husband put the both of you in.

You had literally no clue on where he was taking you, your eyes only widening in surprise when he pulled you through the large wooden door. The chapel was almost empty, but the way Eren kept along the wall and his steps were almost as quiet as yours only made you even more confused on why the hell he would bring the two of you in here. You gave his hand a squeeze, his head looking back at you for a moment, and you caught the smirk dotting his lips before he turned around. His pace seemed determined, and you caught the eye of a man who was noticeably important in the place of worship. Eyes shining in question but turning warm as you gave a small smile, he still looked curious but when someone approached him, he turned his full attention to them.

You walked a bit further along with Eren. You were a bit out of breath but when Eren suddenly paused and opened an even smaller wooden door, you felt all your breath knocked out from you when he quickly and surprisingly gently pulled you inside. To say it was tough fitting the both of you was an understatement. As it was Eren could hardly fit through most archways and there had been times when his head almost brushed the roof of places you two visited in the early years of your marriage. Now, with your bulging belly and Eren’s continuous efforts to stay fit, you could feel his breath fan across the top of your head as he closed the door. The small flecks of light that were filtering through made his facial features seem sharper somehow.

You had a sneaking suspicion on why he wedged the two of you in the Confessional, but you got your answer when hands began to roam your body over your clothes, the kisses Eren laid on you wet and heavy, your head swimming in confusion and lust. You couldn’t think straight enough, your breaths sharp and tongue tied as your hands didn’t know where to go. They rested on his chest, fingers gripping his button up, every kiss left behind a tingling sensation, a brief flash of Levi’s gentle touches crossed the forefront of your mind and that was enough to make you think clearly for a moment. You only slightly pushed Eren away to look at him and say-

“Baby, they’ll hear us.”

“Let them.” He shrugged, already leaning in again.

“This is a sin, you know.”

“Well, this is a confession booth. Isn’t the whole point of them hearing our sins?” His smile was devilish, “Let’s just think of this as giving them a real-life example.”

“How could you still want me after I-“ You stopped, tears filling you eyes as you felt your throat swell, “I broke my vow of loyalty to you, my dearest. How could you not be repulsed by me? Or hate me?”

The way he kissed you always had you burning up. You felt breathless but buzzed with energy, you could feel your muscles relaxing but your core tightening, everything Eren did to you ignited a frenzy side of you that made you throw caution to the wind and genuinely not consider anyone’s feelings or regards around you, so the soft moan he coaxed out of you had him grinning against your mouth, lips moving to your cheek as he gripped you by your jaw and forcefully moved your head to the side so he could have more access to your neck. The kiss on the shell of your ear had your eyes fluttering as the airy gasp you let out had him chuckling.

“How could I not want you? You’re bringing my—our child into this world. You love me in all of my good and bad, baby.” Your eyes had been closed as he spoke, your hands finding way to the top of his shoulders as your back was flush against the side of the confession booth. His leg had been wedged between your thighs and as he spoke, one hand was flatly pressed beside your head, the wood creaking underneath his weight as he used the other hand to bring your dress up and allow his fingers to tether around the fabric of your panties.

“You are everything to me, Mrs. Jaeger.” A kiss to the crown of your head made you gasp, eyes fluttering open to be met with brilliant green that even in the darkness shown like two emeralds reflecting summer rays.

“I love you, I know you love me, you loving Levi is only an example of how large your heart is. I can’t deny that I’m possessive and overprotective of what’s mine, but you are not an object nor some toy. You’re my partner, my best friend, and the reason I find meaning even on my darkest days. I would burn the entire world down to ashes if it made you happy, I would go to another pointless war if it ensured you would live a long life, and I will certainly make it work with Levi if it means keeping you forever. That is my confession.” The subtle look around the booth with the eyebrow raise and smirk had you reacting instantly.

Well, you thought as you smiled so widely and giggled, “How the hell am I supposed to respond to such a beautiful confession?”

“You could start by letting me fuck you in this booth.” He bluntly said.

“Eren!”

The eye roll he gave as a reply to your sudden need to be modest made you momentarily forget how sweet he could be.

��Fine, make love—whatever. Come here.”

He barely gave you time to respond, the sound of a zipper lowering cut through the small space. He had left his blazer back as the table and you fidgeted with a few shirt buttons, only wanting to see his strong collarbones as you leaned forward and took the soft flesh between your lips. The purple mark you were sure to leave behind had him hissing out in pleasure. You leaned back to admire your work; the dark color still visible despite how dim it was in the poor excuse of a love-making space. Your eyes met Eren’s and the large smile that crossed your lips was mirrored almost instantly, a few kisses were stolen but each pair of eyes remained on each other as Eren continued his conquest. Your panties were pushed out of the way, with how hot it was and how hot your husband is, you felt yourself feel a dampness between your legs, Eren still being considerate and bringing his fingers to his mouth, you watched as he spit on the long digits. The small whimper you let out making his smile turn into one of a sly fox.

“Put your foot there, princess.” He encouraged, eyes flickering to the small seat as his hand found its way in between your legs. The slow circles rubbed against the most sensitive part of your pussy made you gasp, your body tensing before relaxing into his touch. You did as he said, some pressure being relieved from your back and calves, and you voiced your discomfort honestly.

“Better be quick then.”

Before you could question your husband, you felt him shift his briefs lower, his erection falling heavy between his thighs and brushing against you. It took some adjusting and a few grunts and sharp breaths were released before Eren began to press into you, you hissed at the odd angle, the tip pressing into the thin wall above your vagina before you pushed down on Eren’s shoulders and he let out a grunt, knowing what you meant and dipped his lips lower. He suddenly slid in so easily you moaned at how wonderful it felt to feel him stretch you and fill you up. His hand clamped over your mouth, eyes warning as he flickered them between you and the door. He seemed to be able to get a glimpse outside the door, eyes squinted in concentration and not looking at you as he began his rough onslaught. His hips smacked against your thighs deliciously and although you wanted to admire his sexy side profile, you felt your eyes roll back at how amazing he felt thrusting into your wet pussy. You could only pant at how easily your body swayed and jiggled with the force of his movements.

“Fuck,” He clipped out after a few moments, his attention breaking from whatever or whoever was outside and looking towards your expression which was reaching its breaking point as you clenched around him. He lowered his hand, his palm pressing flat on the wall beside your head. Your moans now nothing but small sounds and high-pitched gasps. You focused back to him, the lazy smile which graced your face along with the beads of sweat building on your brow made Eren look at you in a way you sincerely believed you didn’t deserve. This went on for a while as you tried to find a proper response to his earlier statement.

“I may not be as charming as you my dearest,” You said as a particularly hard thrust made you bite your lower lip, you released a controlled breath before continuing, “However, I find it harder and harder to find anything bad in you, baby. In the beginning it was your jealously, vanity, and god were you kind of air-headed.”

Your laugh was cut short as Eren hitched your leg up and put the back of your knee comfortably on the bend of his elbow. You were at a higher height, almost at level with his eyes and from this angle, he felt deeper than before.

“Oh, God!” You sighed out, Eren’s smile wicked as you continued to try and explain while also trying not to let the way his abdomen was pressing hard into your swollen belly bother you, “It was also the way you were so possessive; I couldn’t even talk to your former comrades to plan your birthday party without you wanting to claim me in front of them.”

“Porco kept checking you out,” Eren argued in a rushed tone as he kept sinking into your heat. Your bodies were getting clammy and at this point the sweat was creating a thick feeling in the air, the limited space not helping how dizzy your pussy was making him feel, “Let’s not forget how he takes any chance to press against your ass.”

“He wants to lift my baby bump…” You pouted, trailing off. You loved Porco, he was a sweetheart underneath the cold exterior and his smile was so rare but handsome. The times you encouraged him to put aside his obvious distrust and dislike to Reiner and Eren were not usually successful, but he always listened intently and thanked you for your concern.

A particular thrust made you groan in pleasure, your hips attempting to move to meet your husband’s and the kiss he left on your lips seemed to steal your breath for a moment.

“Plus…” You continued, arms wrapping around Eren’s neck, “I like how he always brings me a small gift, he’s not the most vocal with his feelings. I feel his love though, especially through his hand kisses.”

Eren’s thrusts had become slow midway through you all’s odd conversation, it wasn’t unnatural for you all to talk while having sex but seeing as you two were supposed to be quick really made you question your lack of skill for being mindful of a time and place for such things. You raised an eyebrow with a playful smile doting your lips at Eren’s change in pattern.

The way Eren suddenly stopped thrusting, eyebrows coming down together and lips turning into a sneer made your own smile fall away. Your hand brushed his cheek, cupping it into the small palm of your hand as you searched his eyes for an answer at his sudden attitude change.

“He kisses you?” You flinched before he even said it, a knowing feeling that what he was about to say would undoubtedly upset you.

“Is there any guy we know that you’re not trying to fuck?”

You couldn’t stop the sharp sting that went through your chest, your arms losing grip on your husband as you leaned back and slumped against the wall for support. Your hands fell to his chest, he was still holding you up but you felt weak. You knew him better than anyone, he had only ever spoken to you like that in bed when degrading you when consent was shared, and maybe twice during the earlier stages of your relationship before you made your standards and expectations from him clear. He had then quickly learned that unless insults would be followed with moans and dirty sex, Eren was never to disrespect you and cross emotional boundaries. This was maybe the first time in your marriage where Eren said such a blatant insult, you had heard him use this language with his comrades and friends, even his brother Zeke and him quarreled with words, but never had he used such attitude towards you. Not even when he discovered Levi’s tongue down your throat, he had made a show of groping you, but it was a kink of yours and him saying he was willing to work it out made you glow in awe of your husband. Now, with this happening you questioned whether he meant it at all or if he had repressed his true feelings this entire time. Had he really meant the confession he uttered so beautifully just ten minutes ago? Was Porco the breaking point? Did he even really trust you? Did he see you in such a shameful light?

“Put me down…” You mumbled out, body shaking as you attempted to hold back the tears beginning to brim your eyes. Seeing this made Eren snap out of the cloudy dumbass haze he was in, breath taken in sharply as he tried to lighten the situation he put you both in.

“Shit, baby. I didn’t mean that. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. It slipped out.” He tried to get you to meet his eyes, he was still buried inside of you and he began to thrust up again, your eyes fluttering at the sensation, but when a single tears managed to escape each corner of your eyes, he felt his own heart shatter.

“Please, just…stop.” You weakly pushed at his shoulder, you felt him kiss every part of your crown and the tip of your nose. You let him, not really having the energy to react but not denying that the sex was still good. Eren knew your body best, you two always found a way to mold into each other and reach a high unattainable with anyone else. Even now as you couldn’t conjure up a sense of love for him, your pussy clenched his length in your tell sign.

Eren didn’t listen to your weak command, continuing his movements and urging you to come but you felt detached. Your heart wasn’t into it, but your body reacted to him in the way he was familiar with. His hips clashed harder and faster, the hand against the wall moving to your neck where he gripped you just below the jaw, his heavy pants fanned across your face and he watched you, and how the tears were nothing but dried streaks on your cheeks now. Your eyes were looking up and away from him, focusing on the pleasure he was giving, you thought of Levi and his gentle kisses, his touches so light as if he were afraid to break you and for a moment you wondered if that were already the case. Thinking of Levi and the broadness of his back made you close your eyes, his long, elegant fingers could probably reach and tease places you were unable to before, and the way his shirts always stuck to the right places had you open your mouth in a pant. For the following moments you wondered how fucking him would feel like, grey eyes glinting and a small smile that was reserved just for you shining as he would watch you ride him. Levi was no doubt a virgin and the idea of being his first was as thrilling as it was sinful, maybe you truly were damned. You were fucking your husband in a church—granted a shitty homophobic church—angry at him and heavily pregnant with his child and all you could think of is his former captain whom you’ve began an affair with. You felt a sense of sadness at the unmistakable rift Eren just created, but you also felt a comfort at knowing you could confide in Levi. You felt anger bubble, eyes looked at your husband and you brought his face closer to yours, eyes firmly on his lips and remembering all the times he’s kissed, bitten, sucked, and licked with that mouth. You didn’t want to come for him, you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of truly being the only one who knew how to fuck you just right. For a moment this anger turned to a wickedness and you imagined fucking his captain in a way that would make Eren cry of jealousy, you took it a further step and imagined fucking Porco, letting him take you in the position Eren claimed he loved so much.

Porco was handsome, hell, he was sexy. He looked and acted as if he knew his way in bed, and he towered over you height and stature, but not in the way your husband did. Porco was average height and build, he did have rough hands and you let yourself imagine him spanking your ass so hard, the welt would be felt for days after. Your pussy clamped down harder and Eren groaned, snapping you back into focus. That anger festered, and you imagined Jean next. Eren’s enemy turned friend, you imagined how his height would be a disadvantage at first but how he would be kind enough to let you bring him to his knees and find a meal between your legs. You gasped, shaking your head in discomfort as you had way too much respect for Jean’s wife to think of her husband in such a way.

You thought of Reiner, Erwin, hell you even thought of Zeke and Pieck and how gutted Eren would look if he walked in on you taking his brother’s dick rearranging your guts as Pieck sat on your face and let you bury your tongue in her pretty pussy. Your thoughts were betraying your mood, and you wanted nothing more but to come, but knowing that your husband would believe it was all him annoyed you beyond understanding.

Your dearest husband still managed to coax an orgasm from you, but when you looked to the side with your eyes closed and barely parted your lips to let out a shaky moan, Eren knew how badly he fucked up. You had only ever done that twice before, and one led to a two week break in the early stages of your relationship while the other had made Eren take a weeklong trip out of the country for work duties to give you space. Both times were fucking painful and both times filled Eren with anxiety at the thought of you deciding to truly be done with him. This time was different, you were both married and expecting a child. You might ignore him for a while and give him the cold shoulder, but you would eventually get over it and forgive him…right?

He wasn’t sure what to do, you had already come but he was still chasing his own release. You became almost pliant in his arms, and he tried to get you to tell him what you wanted from him.

“That was cute,” He said so softly that you almost didn’t hear him. “Angel looks so pretty when she comes for me.”

Your eyes opened slowly, still staring to the side and you genuinely felt nothing at his words. The kisses he trailed along your neck and jaw received no words or noises and your husband became impatient.

“Say you love me, baby.” He asked as he kept his rhythm going, you were quiet and Eren wasn’t having it. He pressed more into you, you back digging into the wood and your small yelp was met with concerned eyes, but he made no move to back away.

“You’re hurting my back,” You finally said, “The baby…”

As you trailed off, your husband backed off enough, but his thrusts seemed to become desperate.

“Say it, come on.” He beckoned and you again gave him nothing, the impatience was rolling off him in waves and you acted on impulse, anger bubbling over as your husband who acted so moronically threw off whatever balance you had within you. You gave him what he wanted, with a twist of your own.

You could say you regretted the moment the palm of your hand struck his cheek, or the moment his entire head turned with the force, or even the growing redness on the smooth skin that would undoubtedly make it swell. It would be a lie though. Instead, you felt his thrill as you leaned forward and met his ear with your lips before saying so clearly,

“I love you, Eren.”

You weren’t sure what you expected, maybe for him to slap you right back, but when he met you with eyes wide and that glint of admiration shining through them you were completely baffled. Eren seemed to switch roles, his movement suddenly rapid and short, like a bunny bouncing with fever.

“Again,” He suddenly muttered, “Punish me, do it again.”

You could only gape at him, the turn of events was giving you a whiplash feeling but the following minutes were filled with you punishing Eren, you slapped him again, you pulled his hair, you scratched his neck so hard the red lines were apparent on his tan skin, each time was followed with words proclaiming your love for him. Eventually, Eren bite down on the spot where your neck met you shoulder, your dress had been tugged down and the sweat was unbearable. You felt as he came, the warmth that splashed against your walls made you feel full and the way the liquid trickled down as he pulled out rooted you back to reality. Your underwear was placed back to it’s original position, and Eren helped set you back on your feet, your hip bone momentarily protesting as it felt it had been hours since you were standing upright.

A kiss was given to your cheek, when Eren tried to meet your lips, you looked down. He felt hurt over the rejection, kissing the top of your head, instead. After he tucked himself back into his slacks and fixed his collar, he ensured you were okay. Tucking a loose curl back into place, he let out a deep sigh and grabbed your hand, which usually would be responded with a squeeze and entanglement of fingers. Instead, you seemed to not notice or care that he was touching you, and Eren grew uneasy. He opened the door, stepping out first with you not far. You both only made it a few steps before a gravely voice spoke aloud and scared the both of you,

“Excuse me, what were you two doing? The Confessional is one person at a time and to relieve yourselves of sins.” The old man looked like the embodiment of death. His gray hair was nearly translucent, and his cheeks were hollowed in, the bones framing his eyes so vividly apparent you felt a sharp kick of discomfort on your side.

“It’s okay,” Eren smiled, “We’re married.”

You said nothing to the man, you felt your face in a permanent grimace and you finally looked around the chapel, noting the large archways and long pews. At the forefront was what you assumed their figure of worship, the large statue foreboding and scary looking. Eren pulled you away, hand gripping your hand firmly and the brush against the back of your hand with his thumb would have been a comfort were it not for the mood you were in. How quickly the air between the two of you shifted was starting to give you whiplash again, these past few months it was often you who started the petty arguments, and your pregnant tantrums were mostly cute in Eren’s eyes. This, however, was all on him and he knew it. He hadn’t fucked up this badly since the entire Jean accident, if you were sensitive before he could only imagine how fragile you were now. Your silence was deafening to his ears, the blood still drumming in them was almost painful. He snuck a glance towards you, your eyes were looking straight ahead, mouth downturned but not necessarily in a frown. Your look of indifference was masking your true feelings and it then pained him realizing that he couldn’t read your emotions.

The walk was short as you returned to the reception, your mood growing a bit lighter as you realized you would be back with Levi soon. You hoped that you fucking your husband wouldn’t gnaw at him, he voiced so many times that sex wasn’t what he was seeking with you and it was in actuality your love and care. A seed of doubt sprouted as you recalled that Eren had said some similar words before. Could Levi be lying too?

“My angel,” You heard, you turned to look at Eren, he was still the most beautiful man in the world to you, but you couldn’t stop the feeling of apathy towards him, “Can we talk about what happened? I can’t stand you being angry with me.”

“I’m not angry, Eren.” You sighed out as you shook his head, “We will talk about this tomorrow.”

You had let go of his hand, moving forward and stopping when you heard him quietly utter,

“I love you, Mrs. Yeager.”

You didn’t stand there for long, your voice not once quivering despite how hard you were shaking as you replied, “I know.”

He was left standing at the entrance, watching as you approached you all’s table, body turning as you were obviously searching for some and grinning widely as your eyes settled on the dance floor. He followed your gaze, watching as Levi danced with the flower girl, the difference in height apparent as he hunched. You approached him, touching his shoulder, and leaning up to kiss his cheek. Eren wasn’t sure what to feel as Levi wrapped an arm around you, the little flower girl didn’t seem to appreciate how swiftly she lost her dancing partner and she stood pouted and staring. You gestured back to her, pointing to the table, and possibly letting Levi know you’d be waiting for him.

Levi pondered, telling you to hold on for a moment before crouching down and meeting the small girl’s eyes. She had black straight hair, eyes unmistakably doe-like even from where Eren was standing and skin tone like yours. For a moment, Eren couldn’t help but take a step back in shock. He was confused when the little girl began to bounce on her feet, arms reaching up as she smiled widely and Levi hoisted her up into his arms, he shifted her onto one side, securing her arms around his neck and she fit perfectly in the crook of his elbow. With his other arm now free, he held it out to you and the entire time you watched with a look of absolute adoration. The three of you swayed together to the somewhat slow song in the back. One hand laid on his shoulder as the other was on also holding the little girl up by her back. She was now over both your heights, and she giggled as she laid her head on Levi’s who in turn laid his forehead on top of yours.

The three of you looked like a family, and Eren was trying to make sense of the feeling within him. He stayed rooted in that spot for the remainder of the dance and he knew tomorrow would be filled with endless discussions, he wasn’t sure what he felt more, anxiety or impatience. Maybe both.

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soleilnomoon · 2 years

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☆ enfin, je me réveille masterlist

☆ enfin, je me réveille: college au feat. eren jaeger x reader.

☆ setting: modern day, year xx22, paradis city, autumn

☆ starring: eren jaegar, college senior (22) & y/n, college senior (21-22)

☆ feat. cameo appearances from: jean kirschtein, mikasa ackerman, armin arlert, connie springer, reiner braun, historia reiss, annie leonhart, sasha braus, zeke jaeger, & a few others.

☆ summary (of sorts): y/n is a broke college senior in desperate need of tutoring for chemistry and can’t afford to fail another class. eren jaegar is in the top 10% of their class, extremely standoffish, has an absurd amount of wealth to his name, and doesn’t have many that he considers friends. he’s your typical smart, cool, loner type that people inevitably want to befriend due to his magnetic persona, but he keeps them all at arm’s length due to issues from his past (he’s also just an ass in general). he finds himself begrudgingly intrigued by y/n and offers to tutor her in exchange for…certain favors. y/n is reluctant, but will do anything to make sure she passes. unbeknownst to them, there are bigger, more sinister things at play behind the scenes in the seemingly peaceful city of paradis.

☆ word count: currently at 20k.

☆ contains: black fem reader, nsfw (18+ mdni), profanity, arguing, corrupt politics, blood money, solo masturbation (m & f, separately), alcohol consumption, drug use, blackmail, degradation/humiliation, overstimulation, nipple play, edging, public sex, a shit ton of angst (ur welcome), a gallon of smut (idk what to tell u), oral m. receiving, oral f. receiving, a lot of betrayal, plot twists galore, & violence (not sure how much, it’s all up in the air at this point tbh).

☆ chapter 01 - conquest - (complete)

☆ chapter 02 - staccato - (complete)

☆ chapter 03 - acrimony - (complete)

☆ chapter 04 - subversive - (in progress)

☆ chapter 05 - lucent - (in progress)

☆ last updated: 08/27/22

☆ hi hi! ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎ thanks for stopping by and hopefully you enjoy the story i’m crafting. i’m not sure how long this fic will be, it’s smth ambitious that i’m taking on, but i definitely will try to update it consistently (although, i am a little slow sometimes so bear with me). as i write, i’ll update the warnings list.

☆ if you want to be added to the taglist then you can drop a comment or send me a message and i’ll add you!

☆ as stated before, this is a college au/modern au fic; i try to keep as close to canon as possible with characterizations, and trying to incorporate part of the aot/snk lore into a modern world is a little tricky but i’m making it work i think.

☆ i have an idea of how i want this to end, but i don’t always stick to outlines so we’re all going to be in for a wild ride, u feel me; just know that it’s a dark romance w. a lot of drama, there isn’t going to be a happy ending (not in the traditional sense).

☆ taglist: strawhatsoraya, berriesandcrem, simpbutapimp, littlemochi

#took me forever to format but here we go #series: enfin je me réveille #aot x reader #snk x reader #eren jaeger #eren jaeger x reader #eren x reader #x black reader #eren x black y/n #snk x black reader

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nighttimescribbles2 · 2 years

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Playing with Fire

cw: zeke x reader, gun kink!zeke, modern au, dubcon, choking, talks of kidnapping, gunplay, gunkink, horny panty things, zeke and his bad habit of giving awful names to things, zeke being a dirty animal

wc: 3042

a/n: prompt fill-ish. original post here; ao3 version here

You woke searching for him, sticky and filthy and feeling all the worse for it when you found yourself lying in your own fresh sheets. Across your bed, Agent Zeke Jaeger uncrossed his legs and set down the weapon he’d been wiping.

“Sweetheart,” he lamented, leaning over his knees to peer at you. “I told you to stay home, didn’t I?”

There was just the slightest bit of chiding in his tone. You squinted at him, eyes puffy and crusty with run mascara. You could feel them dried up in tracks down your cheeks.

He reached for you. You sniffed piteously. Soft leather, still full of that murky burnt smell, rubbed at your skin to try to get it clean.

“I warned you. My enemies were out and about. It was dangerous for you to keep leaving home.”

Zeke’s hand was big, and it easily enveloped half of your face. Reflexively, you burrowed into it, sputtering a weak exhalation behind the sticky tape wrapped over the lower half of your face. In spite of everything that had happened - and of the chastisement you were no doubt going to receive for disobeying and inconveniencing him - there was a definite comfort to being home again.

“I hear they took you at high street.” Disapproval coloured his words. He traced the bridge of your nose. “Really, sweetheart. Shopping couldn’t wait? What was it you so desperately had to have that you would risk your safety for it?”

You weren’t sure. A newly released handbag at Chanel, maybe? You couldn’t exactly recall anymore, not after the ordeal you suffered on account of that shopping trip.

It was foolish anyway, considering that Zeke could have all the new releases you wanted delivered to his door sooner than they could arrive at the high street boutique you frequented. You only insisted on going to flout him.

“Sorry,” you tried to mumble. It came out sounding like a dying cry.

Zeke looked sympathetically at you, but what was supposed to be a comforting touch grew heavy, and he bore down until he was forcing your face deep into the fine goose down of your bedding. A thumb slipped under your jaw. Powerful fingers flexed and tightened around your throat.

“What are we going to do with you?” he tutted.

You winced. Pressure rose in your head. Zeke continued to stare impassively down at you, his expression frighteningly clear as his grasp dug deeper and deeper still into soft flesh.

“I was extremely worried. Spent the last two days wondering if I would ever see you again.”

You squirmed. Behind the tape, your mouth watered into the rag shoved between your teeth. The heel of Zeke’s palm was beginning to crush into your windpipe. You wanted to cough, but all you could do was choke on your pooling drool and strain against the coarse rope binding your wrists and ankles.

“Many, many times, I wondered whether my precious baby girl ever thought about her Zeke’s poor feelings. I think she never did. I think I may have spoilt her a bit too much.”

Your mind was swiftly clouding over. You thrashed. Balled-up fists thumped on the soft duvet. You kicked, tried to free yourself from his iron grip, and succeeded only in twisting onto your stomach. Zeke was relentless. You tried to inhale and found that you could not taste even a single smudge of air. Tears welled in your eyes.

He let go.

You gasped so fast, so hard, that you choked on your sobs. The rag in your mouth skidded towards your throat. You wailed hysterically and sought solace in your pillow.

“There, there.” He petted you, getting up to sit on the edge of your bed. The gloved hand that had just doled out punishment now skimmed down the bare skin of your back, and carefully slid into place the loose strap of your tattered, sea-green babydoll. He brushed matted hair back from your temples.

You snivelled, refused to look at him.

“Don’t be upset anymore, sweetheart. You’re home. I didn’t sleep the past two days from scouring the streets to bring you back safe and sound as soon as possible.” He smoothed down your spine, pausing at the small of your back and fisting the material of your chemise.

Cool air blew upon your nether regions. You flinched, suddenly aware that you’d apparently been returned to your keeper sans any underwear.

Zeke made a distressed noise. Pushing the material of your remaining clothes up around your waist as if wanting to be sure of his eyes, “What have they done to you, baby?”

Nothing, you protested. It was no more than a muffled cry. Nothing you could remember, anyway.

“You know I don’t like you coming home with the traces of another man on you.”

There is no other man, you moaned, violently shaking your head as if the force of it would lend him to understand that you were almost sure of your continuing innocence, and that any remaining uncertainty he had, you would erase by doing anything - absolutely anything - at all that he wished -

Warm leather cupped you between your legs. A moan trickled past your gag.

“If you made any such display to your captors, I would be extremely concerned now.” He pawed you, feeling you up as if he wanted to make personally sure that no one had played with his toy without his permission.

You made a desperate noise.

His middle finger slipped between your folds. Your cry lengthened and you involuntarily squeezed your thighs tighter together to lock him in place.

Zeke bent close to you. He smelled so clean that you shrank back in shame. You never felt dirtier than you did then, remembering that you were unwashed and terrified of staining his pristine suit, his crisp shoes, with your filth.

“Let me check, baby girl. It won’t take a minute,” ghosted over the shell of your ear. Tracing along your pussy, he lined himself up at your hole and prodded inside. You weren’t ready. It stung. You whimpered your discomfort.

His mouth twisted. Where they blew on you, his breaths were musky mint. Growling softly, he pushed harder. An alien intrusion burst through you and you yelped. He withdrew an insignificant bit, thrust gently, then rammed down to the last knuckle. You gasped, jerked at the stab of pain, and went limp. Sweat sheened around your collar.

“That’s it,” he cooed, forcibly pumping through the tension of your body. “That’s my honest little girl.”

And having taken what he wanted, he pulled out and gave your abused pussy an affectionate parting pat. You were still trying to catch your breath. Beside you, Zeke reached anew for the gun he was cleaning. It was a heavy-set brute of a thing, its body dulled in parts with flecks of whatever stain he had been trying to scrub out.

“This is brand new,” he said, lovingly wiping at its body. “A beauty, isn’t she? And she’s already served me so well.” He turned the weapon around, showed it off to you. “I had her with me when we went to retrieve you. She did one hell of a bang-up cleaning job.”

He chuckled at his own pun.

“Want to hear her?” And without waiting for your response, he grasped the barrel, drew it back in one fluid, effortless motion, aimed over your head, and pulled the trigger.

The hammer whipped crisply into place.

He took particular amusement from the fright on your face. “It’s empty, baby. What did you think? You’ve seen me clean my guns before. You should know better by now.”

Except you didn’t, not when he was always so unpredictable. The blood of your heart rushed in your ears.

“Here.” He laid the gun’s broad, flat body against your cheek, “Why don’t you two get acquainted?” And Zeke’s mouth spread in a malicious smile.

Cold metal trailed down your jaw. It caught on your earlobe, scraping the diamond stud earrings your kidnappers miraculously never thought to take from you. You shivered at the ringing sound. The muzzle continued its descent, sketching the side of your neck and skipping down the gentle undulations of your vertebrae.

You shut your eyes and attempted to curl into a ball.

“There’s no need to be scared,” he murmured huskily. Metal shifted, robust and loud, from somewhere in the middle of your back. His gun’s gaping maw drifted to your tailbone and dipped further still between your ass.

“My baby girls are used to guns. You’ll see right away that they’re quite enjoyable pieces of art.”

You didn’t want it, didn’t mean it, but the barrel that poked against your naked sex found it already leaking. The front sight, the thick top of the slide, glided between your wet folds.

You whimpered panic. Zeke made a soothing noise. His free hand, similarly gloved, passed over the back of your neck, stroked your sweaty skin, and clamped down as he masturbated you with his new favourite.

You were ashamed to admit that arousal ignited all over your body. The rear sight caught your clit just right every time, and the gun squelched with each pass. You squirmed, rubbed your legs together and arched your back. It was impossible to get away. The metal grew warm from your body heat and wedged deeper between your pussy lips. The fact that it was splattered with unknowable, unmentionable stains and cleaning solution only made you moan more desperately and, to your obscene horror, begin to rut against it.

“There you go,” Zeke praised. “You’re a quick learner. You’re beginning to understand.”

Sobbing, cheeks burning from embarrassment, you pressed your forehead to his knee. The lewdest noises you had ever heard yourself make slipped past gritted teeth. In your feral hunt for release, you were only vaguely aware that you were smearing your juices all over his bespoke kid leather gloves.

Your throat closed up. A spiralling, breathless whine began to curdle at the bottom of it.

“That’s it, baby girl.”

Zeke sounded like he was speaking through thick water. He thumbed the base of your nape with short, heavy strokes matching the ones his gun marked across your clit.

“Fuck yourself out.”

Your hips jerked. Muffled cries spilled from behind your gag and you came so violently you shook all over. Electric sparks raced through your body, urging you through the last embarrassing cants that drained out the final dredges of your relief.

Zeke was remarkably gracious about it. He waited until your cunt had finished fluttering against its toy before withdrawing it. Both his gun and his gloved hand came away sopping wet. He admired both, turned you onto your back and made a point of displaying them to you.

“Feel a bit friendlier towards Betsy now?”

His satisfied tone was awful. You were too weak to retort.

“I haven’t even shown you what else she can do.”

Teeth flashed. His expression turned predatory. Bringing his hand up to his mouth, he licked a long stripe from the wrist of his soiled glove up to the grip of his gleaming gun, making a point of lapping up the come you anointed all over the vertical grooves of its barrel.

The bound hands at your breasts clenched into fists. Zeke’s triumphant gaze flickered towards them, satisfied at the sight of the twin pebbles of your nipples under your flimsy negligee. You shifted, attempting and failing to hide the lust again pooling between your legs.

“Would you like a taste?”

If not for the bulge growing at his crotch, his unperturbed facade would have been convincing.

The sight of his obvious excitement made you hungry for him, made you long to wrap your lips around his length and to hold all of him in your mouth. In every planet, every lifetime, and every circumstance, you would always want Zeke.

You nodded.

“That’s my girl.”

He slid an arm under your knees and pushed your legs up. But instead of clambering onto the bed and unzipping his trousers, Zeke picked up his gun. You made a confused sound. Only when the broad grip scraped over your slick cunt did you begin to realise his intentions.

You shrieked your protests, tried to wriggle out of his grasp. Completely deaf to your cries, Zeke lathed the thick metal with your come. You kicked at him. The edge of your heel brushed harmlessly over his shoulder. He held you down, spread you open, and eased his gun, butt-end first, inside you.

Your defeated moan and telling clench around the intrusion belied all of your outward objections.

Steeped in desire, your pussy sucked its new plaything deeper and deeper into itself. Humming approvingly, Zeke found your clit and lavished love upon it to reward your obedience.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

The stretch burned. You were afraid to move. He thrust gently into you and each tiny motion grazed all of your favourite spots. Before long, the leaden fullness inside you and twinges of pleasure from your clit were making you shiver in anticipation of a climax.

His gaze bore into you. “You need to trust me more, baby,” he rumbled, his tone dropping an octave with every word until it was a little above a gravelly rasp. “Zeke knows best.”

Your mind was slipping beyond comprehension. Between your rapid little gasps, every other empty beat filled with the wet, sucking sounds of sex. You squirmed, fought against your bindings. Coarse rope cut into the tender skin of your ankles.

He stroked your clit faster, fucked you just a little bit harder. Your curled into yourself. Your cunt dripped.

He was setting you on fire. The suffocating steam of your desperate cries drummed against the bitter adhesive of your gag.

Zeke growled.

You threw your head back and all at once your throat was bare for him. He suddenly longed to sink his teeth into that delicate flesh, to feel your skin break over his tongue so he could taste the rust of your blood on the insides of his cheeks as he worked you to oblivion around his gun.

He pumped deeper. His trousers were growing uncomfortably snug. He rolled your clit between his fingers. Your breaths were catching, coming shorter and shorter. Just a little more and -

“Fuck it,” he snarled. His cock was throbbing and he could endure it no more. Fumbling impatiently, he unzipped his trousers and freed himself, at once fisting his cock and jerking it furiously to relieve the ache. He was dribbling so much pre that his gloves were stained white from it. Beside him, you were still submissively splayed out, legs up to display an overstuffed cunt.

He groaned at the right. Reached up to scratch the duct tape from your face. It refused to come away. Making a frustrated noise, he clawed at it until he exposed your mouth, and then ripped the rest of the gag down and let it fall around your neck.

You gasped for air. A wet emerald satin-and-lace thing tumbled from your mouth.

He plucked the balled-up material and shook it out, and your eyes widened in mixed mortification and humiliation when you recognized your missing panties.

Zeke’s cock twitched.

“Kidnappers but not thieves,” he chuckled, waggling the prize in your face. “If I knew earlier on, I would have showed them a bit more mercy. But there is no use speaking of things long finished. And since we have been provisioned so thoughtfully -”

He wrapped his cock with your spit-drenched panties and closed his hand around them.

“- we should put this gift to good use.”

It brightened his mood considerably, so much so that he smiled fondly at you as he jacked himself off. He caressed your face, your breasts and legs, and even played with your cunt and clit. In time, you found voice and strength enough to mewl, and you began to pant in time with him.

“About to come, baby,” he gasped. You nodded fervently. His engorged cock was gorgeous, full and flushed with urgency. Your mouth fell open unbidden.

“That’s my good girl,” he rasped, all approval. “That’s my good fucking girl.” Then he knelt by your head, closed his fist in the tangle of your hair, and sealed your ready mouth around his cock. The warm pool of spit that met him overflowed from your lips as he crammed himself down your throat and came straight into your belly.

Your distressed choking and coughing was music to his ears.

Zeke stayed buried until he softened. When he pulled out, your face was a beautiful mess. Come and spit and tears streaked down your cheeks all the way to the top of your chest.

He wiped himself with your chemise, tucked himself back in, and sauntered away to a decorative end table by your favourite bay window. When he returned, it was with a switchblade that he slid under the bindings around your wrists and ankles. The rope frayed like soft butter, and additional feeling flowed back into your limbs.

Reaching between your still-folded legs, he eased his gun out from your reluctant pussy and, towering above you, thumbed drool from the corner of your lip.

The smell of leather had gone musky with your scent and his. Your empty cunt throbbed.

“Get yourself cleaned up and changed. Then put on that new Al Fahim and those antique Faberges I bought to match. They’re all laid out in your dressing room.”

You stared blankly at him.

He had the capacity to look concerned. Gently patting your cheek, “Sweetheart. I’m speaking to you. Do you understand?”

You nodded.

“Good.” Generously, “Is there anything you want to say for yourself?”

Empty gaze flickered, settled adoringly on him. You roused yourself enough to croak past a sore throat, “Please. When I’m clean, will you let me cum?”

He regarded you for a moment. Then his laughter rang out, the sound of it bouncing around your opulent bedroom in his extravagant home. Covering your trembling fists with his hand, Zeke shook his head and in a sick, syrupy tone drawled, “Of course not, baby doll. We have theatre and dinner reservations for tonight. It wouldn’t do to be late.”

#aot zeke #zeke yeager x reader #zeke jaeger #zeke smut #zeke jaeger smut #zeke x reader #prompt fill #icymi

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ihatelettuce · 2 years

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spamming you with the zeke reccs on my blog (i hope you can open the links). some of them may contain explicit/references to explicit content so mind the tags!

https://ghost-party.tumblr.com/post/678185200242638848/pairing-zeke-jaeger-x-reader-modern-au-word

https://ghost-party.tumblr.com/post/677833014950182912/pairing-zeke-jaeger-x-freader-x-erwin-smith

https://ghost-party.tumblr.com/post/658321831663648768/pairing-zeke-jaeger-x-freader-modern-au-word

https://tonaken.tumblr.com/post/676237831385038848/good-man-zeke-yeager-part-of-the-hollywood

as you may see, i am a slut for ghost-party's zeke. and fell head over heels for tonaken's tech mogul smartass.

Literally about to be me reading these, I had an absolutely terrible dream and just woke up and this is going to make my morning infinitely better thank you so much oml 😩🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂

#this is a wonderful person

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braunbakery · 3 years

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loser

☞ zeke jaeger x fem reader [ chapter word count: 6.5k]

☞ sfw, alluding to non sfw if you squint, angst, modern au. not proofread (soz), u r eren's friend and homies with the 104th, jumps from present to past

☞ cross-posted on ao3

☞ plot: 'i'm a loser, baby, so why don't you kill me?' zeke jaeger - former aspiring baseball star. you - formerly caught in the mix of loving him. together - meeting outside a bar a year and a half after your break up.

☞ loser [part ii]

i. beginning

NOW

it’s only when smoke starts blowing out of his puckered lips that you realise it’s him, standing in all of his bitter glory. you can practically taste it, and you can already feel the tug of the rational side of you trying to pull you back into the bar through the side exit you just came out of.

the flickering light in the tiny alley reflects off of blond waves and you’ve known zeke (you had known zeke. it’s been more than enough time to stop making that assumption) for long enough to know that he’s already noticed you. it may be dark, it may be god knows what hour of the night, but the unmistakeable smirk playing on his lips is one that you know means he’s well aware of your presence. you’re already scowling, he’s probably relishing in the fact that you haven’t turned away yet.

why haven’t you turned away?

you can still hear your friends’ laughter over drinks inside (sasha the loudest, as always), and it’s definitely not too late to turn back now and pretend you had never even seen him. to leave him here under the flickering lamppost with that stupid smug smirk on his stupid smug face. your feet are already stepping back and he just has to look up at you when you finally feel your thoughts starting to recollect. he just has to zap the common sense right back out of you.

“been a while, huh?” zeke says, voice as gruff as ever while he stamps out his cig.

your jaw clenches, “yeah, it has…what are you doing here?” last you heard, zeke had quit baseball and was in some other city doing whatever it is he spends his time doing now. whenever eren mentions his elder brother, you force yourself to zone out. you know he’s his brother first before your ex, but sometimes you just don’t want to hear it. sometimes you just don’t want to risk being stuck in the spiral of thinking about him again.

the smile that breaks out across zeke’s face when you ask is one that makes you feel sick, “visiting eren and his mom. he didn’t tell you?”

no, you think, obviously fucking not.

“he probably didn’t think i’d see you,” you say, biting the inside of your cheek when zeke pushes his glasses up away from his face to rest up in his hair.

zeke slightly cocks his head at you, “and yet here we are.”

*~*

THEN

“zeke,” you whisper frantically, your eyes darting up to the clock resting above zeke’s bed and your back digging into the door handle. it’s no use. zeke still has his face buried in the crook of your neck, beard harshly scratching at your skin and hand pressing your back into the door. “zeke.”

“mmph,” zeke grumbles in response, and you grab either side of his head and pull him away from you until he’s looking down at you with flushed cheeks and a smile you know is meant to make you stay. it would be so much easier to just succumb to it.

“i need to go back.”

“you’ve still got time,” zeke insists, trying to force his way out of your hands but your grip is unrelenting.

“they’re not gonna believe that i was in the bathroom for twenty minutes.”

“big shit.”

“you’re disgusting.”

zeke eventually exhales in defeat, stretching up to his full height and reaching behind you to open the door for you. but, before you can fully step out, he grabs a hold of your wrist and the way he looks at you when you turn your head back to him makes you want to stay for another twenty minutes. makes you feel like it’s just inevitable.

“yeah?” you ask, trying to remember how to breathe again.

“i’m leaving again in a couple of days.”

“i know.”

“so you’ll see me again before i go?”

maybe it’s this part of zeke that made you stay for the long run. this part that makes you stick with the way he constantly makes you feel like you’re simultaneously breathing your first and last breath, like every time you close your eyes the only eyes you see are his. that makes your head feel heavy with thoughts of him.

but you know, frighteningly enough, that that’s not true. that it’s all of him. even the parts that make you sick.

you press a small kiss to his lips in reassurance, and he lets go of your wrist before offering you a smile (a rare one that isn’t filled with hints of some scheme, some joke that only he knows about). when you return to your friends, all sprawled out in eren’s room figuring out rides to and from whatever frat party you were being dragged to tonight, you stare at your feet the entire way in until you join sasha on the floor.

“hey,” eren’s voice bellows, and you can already hear the smirk in it before you instinctively lift your head up and meet his eyes.

“what?”

“next time, can you tell zeke to give me back my fucking hoodie?”

the whole room erupts in laughter when your mouth drops open, even more so when you stare at the ground sheepishly.

but eren isn’t laughing when he pulls you aside before you all shuffle out of the door, grabbing onto your arm and looking at you dead serious, “listen. i’m not telling you what to do but just…don’t get too excited with zeke.”

“what? what’re you talking about?”

“he’s my brother, you know. i love him. so i know what i’m saying here.”

“okay?” you question, and eren just sighs in response, seemingly still trying to look for whatever words he wants to say, “what are you trying to tell me?”

“zeke…he…”

“…he?”

“he’s the kinda person that hurts more than gets hurt.”

before eren says anymore, you hear familiar footsteps shuffle into the entryway, and your eyes are darting to the side only to meet zeke’s. eren leaves and you offer zeke a smile, still trying to figure out what eren was getting at as you leave the house as well.

you know now, while you stand in front of zeke, a year and a half later, that eren was right. he was unequivocally, undeniably right. and you know now, while you stand in front of zeke, that it is something he does on purpose. he hurts and hurts so it is impossible (unimaginable) that he’d get hurt too.

and one way or the other, it was always going to happen to you.

*~*

NOW

“you look good,” zeke says to you when you lean on the wall opposite the lamppost he’s leaning on. you wish his words didn’t bring about the same exact butterflies they used to a year and a half ago, and you wish he didn’t know exactly what they were doing.

“thanks,” you offer back quietly.

“not going to return the compliment?” he teases, and you feel like you’re back in his room at eren’s house, pretending you need to go to the bathroom and making a bee-line for zeke’s room. and he was always there waiting for you. he always looks like he’s waiting for you, and you hate how it still makes you feel like you’re walking on air.

“i’m sure you can find some elsewhere,” you retort after an empty pause. zeke grunts amusedly and you can’t help but smile back. you shift in your place awkwardly.

“how’ve you been?” zeke asks

“good. working,” you say almost automatically. like you need him to know you’re older now, you’re better now. that you aren’t the dumb girl from back then anymore. so why do you still feel like her? why do you want him to care? “what about you?”

“good,” zeke says. “i mean, other than the fucked up arm and the career down the toilet.”

“i’m sorry.”

zeke shakes his head dismissively, “don’t be. ‘s all good.”

there’s a part of you that’s more selfish than you’d like to admit. and it’s mouthing off in your head so clearly that you can’t scarf it back down into the depths of your stomach. it wishes that zeke had never gotten that injury, that he could’ve continued on with his blooming career and his game after game, because then you would’ve ended for something. then you wouldn’t have to wonder if you could work now. then you wouldn’t have to look at this gaping space between the two of you just begging to be crossed.

then you wouldn’t have to try to figure out if it had just been zeke, no baseball or career or future, and he had been just as he was (as complicated and sneaky and sometimes just cruel) would you have even left?

the familiar laughter of your friends bellowing from inside cuts you out of your thoughts, and your phone vibrates loudly in your purse. zeke’s eyes immediately shoot up towards it. they’re probably wondering where you are.

“need to go back in?” zeke asks.

you hold your breath.

“i’m fine here.”

*~*

THEN

zeke’s car always faintly smells of smoke. you always pretend that you can’t stand it, always berate him and tell him he can’t be fucking up his lungs like that if he’s trying to be a sports star, and he just laughs in your face. you think you do it for that laugh.

“here you go,” zeke says as he pulls up outside your place. you unbuckle your seatbelt and turn towards him.

“do you think eren minds about us?” you blurt out, and he can tell it’s what you’ve been thinking about for the entire ride here because he’s beaming from ear to ear.

“is that what was eating you up?”

“just answer it, zeke,” you say sharply, but he just smiles wider.

“we’ve been doing this for...what? two months now? i’d say it’s a bit late for him to start minding now.”

you let out a breath you hadn’t even realised you were holding, “right.”

but then zeke unbuckles his own seatbelt and leans in closer to you, resting his arm across the top of your seat, and now you can’t breathe again. you wonder if he knows that this is how you get when he so much as moves around you. you can feel his breath on your neck.

“is that it?” he asks, his eyes so obviously flickering down to your lips. you force yourself to keep looking at him.

“um...uh-”

“come on, just say what you want,” zeke teases, bringing his other hand to rest on your thigh.

“what...what is ‘this’?” you quietly ask, and you can feel the regret start to choke you when zeke visibly freezes under your gaze. he leans back into his seat, and you’re suddenly missing his warmth. you only get more restless when he pushes his glasses up through his hair and looks at you like you’re a puzzle he’s trying to figure out. (like it isn’t the other way around. like you don’t spend half the time you’re with him trying to figure him out.)

“well...what do you want?” he responds after a while, and you have to hold yourself back from calling him a fucking idiot because what the hell does he think you want? what the hell has he been playing at for the past two months?

you sigh, “just...forget it.” and you turn around and try to open the door, only to be met with a hand wrapped around your wrist pulling you back into your seat. pulling you practically over the console. you look back at zeke and you make a mental note to try and remember this moment where it looks like he finally has his guard down. where the skies in his eyes aren’t clouded over, and where it doesn’t feel like he’s a part of some scheme just waiting to play you for a fool.

“hold on,” he whispers, “just...wait.” he snakes a hand up to cup your cheek, fingers grazing against the hair that starts around your temple. you can’t help but melt under his touch.

“i’m waiting.”

“i- fuck…” his hand glides around to the back of your neck, cupping the back of your head, “i’m not here all the time.”

“i know.”

“and you still…?”

“yeah.” you can’t stop smiling. this is probably the first and only time zeke will ever let you see him like this. he pulls away from you completely.

“okay,” he says, and extends his hand out to you over the console, “girlfriend?”

“are you serious?”

zeke simply brings his hand closer to you in response.

“fine,” you pretend to sigh in annoyance, grabbing his hand and shaking it, “girlfriend.”

suddenly you’re being jerked towards him and his beard his scratching against your face and his lips are on yours, tongue immediately swiping over your bottom lip. and suddenly you’re forgetting how annoyed you were before; how nervous you were before. you’re forgetting everything. and it’s scary. it’s scary how he always makes you feel like you’re free falling, and like he’s the only one who could possibly catch you. it’s scary how he always makes you forget.

but it’s the kind of fear that just makes you want him more.

*~*

NOW

your phone vibrates loudly in your purse again and you just hope that one of the girls isn’t going to come out and look for you.

“who are you here with?” zeke asks, still leaning on the lamp post opposite you with his gaze trained on your purse.

“sasha, mikasa, historia...you know. the girls,” you say. zeke nods his head.

“sasha…” zeke brings his hand up to his beard in faux-thought, and you can already tell he’s about to make some dumb joke or some stupid comment, “brown hair...kinda loud?”

you roll your eyes but the way your lips are still curled up into a small smile is unmistakable, “you know who sasha is, zeke.”

“i’ll take your word for it.”

another pause. one thing you’ve always hated about zeke is how he always just looks. he doesn’t ever seem to have a nervous bone in his body, and if he does, it’s protected in layers and layers of arrogance and slyness. and he’s doing it now...just looking at you, without a care in the world. you can practically feel his gaze burning holes into your dress and straight through your skin.

and he has to know he’s doing it because every time you glance up in hopes that he’s stopped, his eyes lock onto yours and he gives you that dumb smile again. you try to swallow down the realisation of how much you’ve missed that smile. and missed how much he always made you feel like something worth looking at shamelessly. he’s the first one to break the silence (of course he is.)

“you cold?” he asks, and before you can even properly answer he’s shrugging off his jacket and walking across the alley to you. you feel your body lock up when the fabric of his dress shirt brushes against your skin as he sidles up next to you. way too close. even across the fucking alley was too close, because now you’re not sure if you can move again.

you realise that it’s not even cold when he drapes his jacket over your shoulders, his fingertips sending shocks up your skin. always the charmer.

what an ass.

“thanks,” you murmur, finally gaining the courage to look at him. he offers you a grin in return.

“of course,” he says. of course, you mock, shut the fuck up,“you should probably text your friends back.”

“i’m not staying out for long,” you snap, pretending that it hasn’t been long already. you just want him to know that this isn’t a plan. you’re not actively thinking about spending the next while out here in this shitty alley with him (you might be).

“you sure they won’t worry either way?” zeke says, and your heart flutters against your better judgement when you hear the sincerity in his voice. zeke seems even more all-consuming than he was before, and you know that part of that is because of how much effort you’ve put into not having to hear of him for the time that’s passed.

you also know that it’s because a part of you has missed being consumed by his presence.

so you pull out your phone and click onto your messages, quickly typing a response to the questioning texts sent into the groupchat. your fingers freeze over your screen when you feel zeke slightly lean over you and look down at the glowing screen with you, his beard slightly scratching against your neck.

you feel him smile when he hears your breath hitch in your throat.

you glance back up at him questioningly and he offers you a close lipped smile and leans his head back up against a wall while you shove your phone back into your purse.

“so, who are you with?” you ask, pulling zeke’s jacket tighter over yourself.

“hm? oh,” zeke starts, “i’m with pieck.”

your heart drops.

*~*

THEN

sometimes you wish you had never met zeke. that somehow you could be friends with eren and still not have a single clue who zeke is. it’s in this moment especially that you feel like this, because while you should be enjoying dinner with your friends at this restaurant, all of you huddled around a table, all you can focus on is zeke from across the room with his own friends.

and they’re nice, you’re sure they’re nice people, and you know zeke isn’t ignoring you because every few minutes he looks up at you and offers you a smile that makes this all okay for a second. but it doesn’t mean that as soon as he looks down you don’t feel the urge to storm up to him and wipe his mouth straight off of his face.

it doesn’t matter how nice they might be, because that doesn’t stop the way zeke has his arm slung around the raven-haired girl’s shoulder (pieck, you think) from making your heart hammer against your chest.

you can hear her laugh all the way from here. it’s pretty, and zeke is always laughing with her. everyone at the table is always laughing with her. and zeke looks right at her when he does, too. him and his fucking looks. fuck you fuck you fuck you. why does he make you feel like this?

“you okay?” sasha nudges you from her seat next to you, and you look back at her to find her and mikasa staring at you with their brows furrowed, concern painted across their faces.

you nod your head, “yeah, i’m fine.”

“you know you can go say hi to loverboy if you want?” jean interjects, his sudden comment causing connie, armin and eren to suddenly be just as interested in the small exchange between you and the girls.

“he’s not loverboy,” you say, picking up the glass of coke in front of you and taking a sip.

“you sure, cause–” connie starts, but immediately cuts himself off when he’s met with a silencing glare by mikasa.

“you good?” eren prods, and his involvement just makes you feel worse. how do you say ‘oh, hey, i’m unnecessarily jealous of the girl your brother is currently all over.’ so you swallow down your insecurity and offer a reassuring smile.

“i’m good, can we get dessert now?” you say. and that seems to be enough, because everyone slowly begins to lean back into their seats, and maybe everything is good and you’re just being unreasonable. you know you’re being unreasonable, it’s just so annoying that it’s because of zeke. that he makes you get like this. that he makes you feel like an over the top school girl and–

“that’s it, pieck!” zeke’s voice bellows from across the busy restaurant, and your head immediately lurches to his table where he’s slightly raised from his seat, hand around pieck’s back and grasping her shoulder as she downs a pint of beer.

you hear the clink of her glass when she basically slams it back up on the table, her upper lip covered in the foam of her now empty drink. the whole table is laughing, heads thrown back and shoulders shaking, but you can still make out zeke beaming at her, laughing the loudest.

“damn,” jean says, and only then do you realise that everyone on your table is now looking over at that table too. but that doesn’t stop you from watching the scene unfold in front of you, gut wrenching as you hope to whatever omnipotent being that it ends here. here is okay. here sucks, but it’s okay, and you know you can just turn back to your friends and continue on with your night.

but then…but then zeke is wiping off the layer of foam over pieck’s upper lip with his thumb and you think your teeth are about to crush each other with how hard you clench your jaw.

it’s when zeke gets rid of the foam now collected on his thumb by licking it off that you get up and leave.

you don’t look back until you’re met with the darkness of the street outside the restaurant and the slight chill of the air. you have to think about breathing, about moving, and it’s so exhausting. zeke is so exhausting. you wish you could just forget him.

but how do you forget him when a familiar hand from behind you is placed on your shoulder and you’re turning around to be met by the light of the streetlights from afar reflecting off of zeke’s glasses and his calloused fingers gliding up your neck to cup your jaw?

how do you forget him when he snakes his other hand to the small of your back and gently pushes you closer to him until you can feel his warm breath fanning your cheeks, looking at you like you’re made of glass and the only thing he knows how to do is to wait ‘til you break so he can be the one to put you back together?

“zeke,” you choke out, voice strained and eyes so desperately not wanting to look into his. but his gaze is so captivating, and it takes everything in you to leave your arms at your sides and not reach out to take off his glasses.

“hey,” he whispers back to you, brows furrowed in concern. why does he have to look at you like that, like he cares so much, when it hurts so bad? because now, now there’s a part of you thinking that maybe this ache is worth it, “listen–”

“why would you–” you cut him off and try to catch your breath, “why would you…do that?”

“do what, baby?” zeke asks carefully. quietly. you want to rip yourself out of his grasp, but you know you’ll miss it too much.

“don’t– don’t call me that right now,” you say, still trying to even out your breathing, “you know what. you know.”

“what? with pieck?” his thumb caresses your cheek and you’re so painfully aware that it’s the same one he used to swipe across her upper lip just a while ago. you want to scream. yes, with pieck. yes with pieck, who’s older and wiser and prettier and more experienced and has a life sorted out for herself and isn’t zeke’s little brother’s inexperienced friend. you always feel like a kid around him. around his friends. your third year of college, but still a dumb little girl.

“what do you think?” you practically hiss, and zeke’s eyebrows shoot up in shock. you don’t want to be this. you don’t want to be petty and jealous and whatever it is that’s making him think about recoiling away from you right now but it’s the only way that’s preventing this fucking irritating hurt from permanently settling into your body.

“that was nothing. baby, i–”

“that wasn’t nothing to me.”

zeke stops. you don’t want him to notice the tears brimming at your lower lash line, but you know he has, and it just makes you feel even more pathetic.

“what?” zeke whispers, trying to urge you to say more. you can’t stop gulping.

“…that really hurt, okay? like really fucking hurt.”

“okay.”

“and i know…i know you have more ‘experiences’ or whatever, but to me…to me that really stung.”

“i’m sorry,” zeke cups your face with both hands now, and you grasp his forearms.

“you’re my first in everything, zeke.”

“what does that mean?”

“it means,” you take a breath, “it means that it doesn’t feel great knowing that i care about everything more than you–”

“hey, hey. i care about you,” zeke cuts you off, immediately pressing a kiss to your lips. he’s a charmer. you know he is. but maybe you’ll forget it for now.

maybe you’ll just focus on the way he has an arm wrapped around your waist so tightly, like he’ll die if you’re not stuck by his side, while he calls a cab to bring you both back to your place. you’ll focus on how he left his friends without another word, how he practically tugged you away when you were trying to wave bye to eren’s silhouette standing at the entrance of the restaurant, who was chosen by the rest of your friends inside to be the best person to beat zeke’s ass if needed.

and you’ll just focus on the way that he grasps your hand so tightly as you sit next to him in the stuffy taxi, bringing your hand up to his lips every few minutes when you’re not looking, knowing that it makes you melt under him. you’ll just focus on how he takes up all the space in your bed and holds you flush against him, insisting on not letting you go for the entire time you both sleep.

and you’ll focus how when his phone flashes with a text in the hours of the early morning, you see a text from hours earlier on his lockscreen.

Pieck | 01:27

Your little girlfriend okay?

and you’ll focus on how it makes your stomach drop.

you’ll focus on how the next time you see zeke with his friends, with pieck, it still hurts. and he still has an arm slung over her shoulder, he still sits closer to her than you’d like.

when his friends post videos of him and pieck, arm linked around hers and brought up to his mouth, chugging pints of beer, you’ll focus on how eren looks at you apologetically, looks at you because he told you so. and you bite your tongue and hold your breath and wish zeke away. wish zeke closer.

wish for zeke.

wish that you didn’t let him whisk you away with a few kisses each time, and you didn’t always accept it no matter how certain it was that you’d just wake up next to him feeling worse.

*~*

NOW

“pieck,” you repeat after zeke. it takes him a while to connect the dots that litter the silence that follows after her name, but when he does he’s quick to lean away from you.

“it’s not what you think.”

“what do i think?” you immediately retort.

zeke smiles at you and it makes you uneasy. you know he’s picked up on the harshness in your voice, you know he’s picked up on how now you’re the one feigning cluelessness and questioning him. he’s made you worse. he’s made a small part of you like him, and you hate him for it.

“you grew up a little, huh?”

“you grew up a lot, old man.” you smile when zeke visibly cringes at the nickname.

“okay, compromise. we both grew up the same amount,” he jokes, cocking his head at you.

“i’ll think about it.”

he laughs again, “can i buy you a drink?”

there’s that fear again, the one lightly tapping your shoulder and reminding you of everything you managed to escape, of how far you’ve come. and making you just want to take it all back and let zeke buy you wherever and take you wherever. you bit your lip and try to reel yourself in, especially when zeke’s eyes flicker down to your mouth.

“i don’t…really feel like going back in,” you say eventually. zeke nods his head and doesn’t make any effort to back away from you. if anything, it feels like he’s getting closer.

“right, well. can i stay out here with you longer?” zeke asks and it’s too much of struggle to bite back the smile that already spills its way across your face at his insistence to stay with you. he’s always had you hooked on this feeling of being wanted. you had thought you were better than that after all this time.

“wow, you’re asking?”

“hey,” zeke feigns offense, “i’ve changed.”

zeke smiles when he hears you laugh, eyebrows shooting up, “what? is that so hard to believe?” he nudges his elbow lightly against your arm. the contact makes you shiver, and you’re suddenly thankful for the cover his jacket offers you.

“hmm, i don’t know,” you start, “will we ask pieck?” the way zeke looks like he’s not even quite sure if you’ve just said that makes you all the more grateful for your sudden burst of courage. makes you all the more grateful for the way the thought of pieck (with her lazy smile and captivating eyes and kind voice) makes you see red for a split second. zeke takes a moment to recollect himself.

he reaches his hand up to his chest and squints his eyes, “ouch, low blow.”

he laughs when you laugh, and then it’s silence. you wonder if he’s going to walk away now. you wonder if he can tell how bad you don’t want him to. you wonder if he can tell how you hate yourself for that.

“is she not waiting for you in there?” you ask when he still hasn’t moved away from you and you can still feel his arm against yours.

“the others are probably here by now,” zeke says. the relief that washes over you when you realise it isn’t just the two of them makes you feel pathetic, but it’s still relief all the same and suddenly your muscles aren’t as tense.

“right,” you mutter, training your gaze straight ahead at the wall opposite the two of you.

“things seem to be going good for you now,” zeke comments and you know he’s watching you stare at the wall ahead of you. you know he’s watching you try your hardest to not stare at him when he’s standing this close, and when you’re not trying to stop him from getting any closer.

“yeah, you could say that i guess,” you quietly respond. when he doesn’t say anything back (no curt retort or prying question or sly joke) you make the mistake of turning your head slightly towards him and looking at him, and you don’t know why you’re surprised when piercing blue eyes are already staring back at you. you don’t know why you’re surprised when your body starts to turn towards him too.

“i…” zeke starts, slowly leaning closer to you until you both face each other directly. it feels like your knees are about to give out when you feel his breath brush over your cheeks, “i really am sorry about. about hurting you.”

your heart wrenches. why does his remorse only hurt more?

“yeah,” you practically whisper, “i know.”

zeke’s eyes flicker down to your lips and this time you know he hopes you see it.

“i was never really a relationship person but i just…really wanted you,” zeke says, and maybe this is the most honest he’s been to you without you having to coax it out of him, “for myself.” he adds.

“and you had me,” you softly remind him, and your breath catches in your throat when he rests a hand on your waist over his jacket.

zeke’s calloused hand makes its way to your jaw, fingers threading through the hair at your temple. the familiarity is making your chest soar, “i did. fucked it up though, didn’t i?”

you laugh, “yeah, you did.”

he laughs back. and then he pulls you closer to him by your jaw until your lips meet.

and you let yourself drown without a second thought.

*~*

THEN

zeke paces back into the room, hand raised and pinching at the bridge of his nose. you stay planted on the bed, back facing him, unable to look at him seem so tired of you.

“why aren’t you happy? i’m happy!” zeke exclaims, and the closer he comes to you the more you feel like you’re going to burst on the spot. you wish you hadn’t of allowed yourself to be selfish and just smiled and clapped when he told you his chance to change teams. like a good girlfriend.

like a good little girlfriend.

you twist around to find him standing still facing you, staring at you and waiting for some explanation that’ll make this all okay. you exhale, “i am happy for you. i’m happy. i just. fuck – like, see you even less?”

zeke’s eyes soften for a minute and you think that maybe everything is okay. but things are never surface level with zeke, and every emotion comes with a plethora following in tandem.

“this is my future. this is what i’ve gotta do to get it,” he says like he’s in some lifetime movie. for someone that makes you feel like you’re overreacting most of the time, he sure is good at playing up the dramatics.

“i know that, zeke. i just…” you start. what can you even say? you can’t ask him to stay. you won’t ask him to stay, “i was just being honest about how i feel. that’s it.”

zeke sighs, “how you feel,” he mocks quietly.

you freeze.

“what’s that supposed to mean?”

zeke looks like a deer caught in headlights.

“nothing–”

“no, go on then. you can tell me how you feel now.” you egg him on, and you don’t know why you’re so eager to set yourself up to get hurt.

“you know what? fine,” zeke starts, “you and all this shit you fucking feel. i’m just trying to play fucking baseball and you still somehow find a way to nag and be insecure about that too…”

zeke trails off when you don’t break eye contact with him. you don’t think you’ve ever felt so hurt and so angry at him. you don’t think you’ve ever wanted to hurt him back so bad. he doesn’t move until the silence passes between you, and it takes its sweet time.

“if you speak to me like that ever again i’m gone,” you say curtly once zeke starts to stare at his own two feet. and the pride you had started to feel for yourself for finally saying something, for finally asserting something in this relationship or whatever the fuck you can call it is cruelly dissipated by zeke’s icy and empty laughter.

he shakes his head in pity when you furrow your brows at him, “no, you’re not.”

“what?” you practically whisper. zeke chuffs.

“you’re not gonna leave and we both know it.”

you don’t realise you’ve gotten up from the bed until you’re scrambling out of the room, picking up whatever belongings that find their way in front of you on zeke’s bedroom floor and shoving past him before shuffling down the stairs discordantly. you don’t know if you can hear zeke following after you, but you know that if you stop to find out the potential disappointment is going to crush you.

you mutter out a hasty “see ya, eren” when you trudge past the kitchen and you’re out the door before eren can even fully realise that its you.

when you get home, you launch yourself at your bed and only grow more and more annoyed with yourself as the night goes on when each time your phone buzzes your heart sinks when it isn’t zeke.

eren | 21:37

so you and zeke worked it out then?

you | 21:39

what do you mean?

eren | 21:40

u’ve been up there with him for like 2 fucking hours dude

your chest constricts.

eren | 21:41

i live here too ya know

you should’ve known. someone like zeke, no matter how much he had claimed to have loved you or cared about you, would never be satisfied with just you. you’re just something to collect, something to fall back on.

eren | 21:43

chill i’m not listening. tv’s on

you | 21:45

i’m at home.

you shove your phone underneath your pillow and try to bask in the moment before it’s really real. before your hopes of eren just being sorely mistaken are proven completely futile. before you have to learn how to swim back up to the surface again.

new message – eren jaeger 21:50

fuck.

*~*

NOW

zeke tastes like mint and smoke. and he feels like something you shouldn’t be tangling yourself up with again. but he won’t stop biting at your lower lip or pulling away to just look at you and its dizzying. it’s hypnotising.

you missed it.

but you don’t want to miss it anymore, so when he pulls away again you don’t let him drag you back to his lips. he doesn’t think anything of it, just stays with one hand resting at your waist and the other on your face. he smiles at you – a boyish grin that still brings about butterflies.

“it’s really nice to see you again,” he says, and he laughs when you smile sheepishly, “seriously.”

“likewise,” you say in all honesty.

“do you…do you wanna…?”

“i don’t think i can leave with you,” you say almost immediately.

zeke smiles and nods his head, “of course.”

“and i don’t think i can try with you again,” you continue, and this time zeke’s looking up at you like he hadn’t expected that. you don’t really know if you had expected it either. but having your head above the surface, even with the struggle against the current, seems better than aimlessly sinking into zeke right now. no matter how enticing it is.

“you can’t?”

“no. i can’t,” you say, and something flashes in zeke’s eyes.

“alright,” zeke says, and you don’t know why you panic when his grip on your waist softens, because you immediately reach out and grab his wrist.

you want to let him go. you do, really. you have to.

“but…” you drawl out, trying to ignore the way the hope dancing around in zeke’s eyes is making you feel so jittery. you have to let go of his wrist and give him back his jacket, “i can try just for tonight.”

zeke grins and kisses you again.

you have to let him go and swim back up for air. and you will. you will.

just. not right now.

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