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| ֍ ⸻ 𝙫𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙚 ⳼ 𝙯𝙚𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙧

「 synopsis 」 ⸻ zeke yeager is a good person, said no one ever

「 warnings 」 ⸻ 18+. minors do not interact. infidelity. lawyer!zeke. trophy-wife!reader. fem!reader. afab!reader black-coded!reader. reader comes from old money, has a wealthy family and has a huge inheritance. that's basically the whole reason why her husband married her. reader's husband is an OC named Michail Palakos. he's also very condescending to you. mainly Zeke's pov, but there is a transition from zeke's pov to your own but it isn't explicitly said. manipulation on zeke's end. pwp. cunnilingus. fingering. missionary. couch sex. bathroom sex. zeke wraps his hand around your throat but he doesn't choke you. hair pulling. degradation. he calls you a slut as well. multiple scenes and transitions, with dividers. zeke bends you over your bathroom sink. zeke had a plan and he finally got his platform.

「 writer's notes 」 ⸻ this is so late 💀💀💀, I was so lazy with getting this out. I did an exercise for myself to come up with fic ideas and this one and the professor!shunsui idea are the ones that stuck with me. it was originally named dianthus but it thought vespertine was a better fitting name for it. after I finish eren's part in gold rush and the next chapter of basorexia, that shunsui idea is definitely the next one

「 word count 」 ⸻ 6.7k.

Zeke Jaeger believes he’s a good person.

As he sat around the small ballroom, overly bored out of his mind as he swirled around a glass of brown liqueur. The suit he wore was a tad bit too tight around his neck, and the bright lights were giving him a slight migraine. He let out an internal sigh, before laughing along to another joke one of the many old geezers sitting at his table let out. One of the many parts of his job he hates, pandering and pampering people who held the key to everything he needed and desired for the real parts of the job that he loved. The smile he wore was pretentious in nature as his eyes began to drift across the room. Lifting his hand, he took a long sip of his drink, before his eyes landed across the room.

The lights reflected and shimmered against gold glitter, etched into the main hem of the skirt. His eyes moved up, seeing your beautiful braids trail down your back oh-so beautifully. His heart twisted as they landed on your wide smile. You held a drink in your hand, a champagne flute as Zeke’s eyes darted towards the hand wrapped around her waist. The man holding her close held a pretentious smirk, as he flaunted his wife off like a trophy, which to be fair, is exactly what she was meant to be. Her beautiful skin shined in the room, it was obvious she was meant to be looked at.

Zeke took the last sip of his drink, before standing up, excusing himself from the conversation of which he had no idea the main subject of. He pushed past other tables, smiling, waving, and nodding at those who acknowledged him before making his way across the room. He gently excused himself past people deep in their own conversations. His partner saw him approach first, eyes lighting up slightly as he basically shoved past you to get to him, hand reaching out towards them.

Zeke let off a smirk, before reaching out before pulling him into a handshake converted into a side hug. The person the two of you were talking to quickly gave Zeke a small greeting, before walking off to refill his drink. You smiled at Zeke, much softer and felt more real than the other smile you were once adorning. Hold your arms open, and you pull him for a hug which he reciprocates, placing a soft kiss on your cheek. Your grip on him slightly together for a moment before fully releasing, taking a step back. In doing so, your husband wrapped his arm back around your waist.

“I thought you found these kinds of parties to be pretentious, Zeke?” His co-worker, Michail Palakos, spoke first.

Zeke shrugged his shoulders, shoving his free hand into his pocket, “just reaching my monthly quota with the big bosses.”

You let off a giggle this time, covering your plump lips with your hand. The sound was sweet in his ears, it twisted his heart just a little. He wondered what other sound he could hear from you? What else could you show him?

“I feel you on that, these types of things can be so exhausting,” Michail spoke, suddenly grabbing the flute of your handi and basically downing the rest before gagging, giving you the empty glass.

“Ugh, I don't know how you women can drink things like that,” he complained, taking a step away from you.

Zeke saw the way your statute deflated, hands clasping and coming up in front of you, stopping your fidgeting hands. He shook his head slightly, humming a little before lifting his glass, and taking another sip only to taste cold water. He blinked, before looking down at his glass, nothing but melting ice in there. Michail noticed his empty glass before turning towards you.

“Be a dear and get us some more drinks, preferably something actually enjoyable.” he said before fully turning away from you, facing Zeke.

Zeke glanced over at you as your mood only dampened, before turning away, and walking towards the open bar on the other side of the room. His eyes didn't leave you as you reached the bar until the man beside him spoke up.

“This latest case has got me stressed, you?”

Zeke shrugged his shoulders, swirling his empty cup, “I’ve finished my parts in it, if you need help with yours, it’s not a problem.”

Michail let out a laugh, sarcastic in nature, hand popping out, slapping Zeke on the back. Zeke felt a level of disgust run through him as the man acted as if they were close friends. He only dealt with it, as he couldn't do much else within the firm. Heels clicking again the porcelain floors brought his attention back as he turned, seeing you walking back to them with two identical drinks in hand. You smelled of a luxurious vacation, of sweet honeyed neroli oil and sugared coconuts. It was intoxicating, you were intoxicating. You handed the two of them the drinks, smiling over at Zeke before moving to stand beside your husband. Michail took a sip of the drink, humming and shrugging his shoulders.

“Least you can get one thing right,” he mumbled before taking another sip.

You let out a nearly slight sigh, straightening up your figure before looking at Zeke, a smile appearing back on your face.

“So back to this case, Zeke,” Michail started, but Zeke shook his head.

“Rather not talk about working during things like this, just wanted to come over and check in with you. We’ll talk tomorrow,” He said, taking a sip of the drink you brought over.

Michail’s eyebrows quivered but still nodded in Zeke’s direction. Zeke began to turn away from him, but not before he reached out towards you, taking one of your hands, before placing a soft kiss on it. He could feel your hand tensing within his hold, glancing up at you, seeing your eyes soften at his gesture. With that, he bidded the two of you good night before walking off towards the exit. He finished his drink, handing it off to the servers ambling around the room, before escaping into the night.

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He could only roll his eyes at the way Michail flipped his phone upside down after swiping at it for the fifth time within the last 45 minutes. It was quite obvious who was calling him, as it was etching into 9 o’clock at night. It was the two of them and some other associates, preparing for a big case. Zeke looked at him along with the other people in the room, all wondering the same thing.

“You should probably answer it, if it’s important?” One of the younger associates called out.

Michail only rolled his eyes, “it’s just the wife, wondering why I’m not home yet. Something about a dinner party tonight? I don’t fucking know…” he trailed off, mumbling at the last part.

Zeke blinked, mind thinking back to you, the constant point on your face he would see you with. His thoughts only broke when the sounds of vibrations were heard throughout the room. Everyone gleaned down at Michail’s phone once again, before looking over at his face, flushed with annoyance. He picked up his phone once again, before suddenly standing up, his chair nearly flying back.

“Excuse me,” he mumbled before stepping out of the room.

The atmosphere was slightly tense but everyone mainly focused on getting back to their work. Zeke was flipping through a huge packet, highlighting important information before the door flew back open. Everyone looked back up only to see Michail enter back into the room, hands in both of his pockets as he sat down, before focusing back on the piles of papers in front of him. Zeke looked at him for a few more moments, before rolling his eyes once more, focusing back on his work. He knew Michail wouldn't bother to actually go home to you.

Three hours rolled by and everything was set, most of everyone had already gone home as it was etching onto eleven o’clock. It was only Zeke and Michail left, with Zeke soon reaching the last part of his work. Just as he finished dotting the last sentence of his notes, he heard a loud yawn as well as the creak of the desk chair before glancing over to his right and seeing Michail stand up. As the man packed up his papers, he glanced down at the watch on his wrist.

“She should be asleep by now,” he mumbled under his breath, placing his laptop and papers in his bag.

Zeke said nothing, watching him sling the bag over his shoulders. Michail looked over at Zeke and gave a one-handed wave before heading off into the night. Zeke could only sigh, placing his pen down as he tried his best to relax his mind. As he did so, his mind began to pump fantasies of you asleep on the bed. What would you be wearing? A dainty little nightgown, riding up your beautiful dark thighs, or would you wear nothing at all? Zeke groaned, through his hand back as he began to palm his growing hard-on. He could see himself towering over you, drunk off of your sleeping presence. He imagined himself, grabbing at your legs, peeling them back, spreading them wide open.

He let out a groan as he envisioned your eyes fluttering open just as he sunk himself into you, stretching you out like so. Your melodious voice crying out to him, begging him for more, your hands digging marks into his arms as he pummeled into you. Fantasy upon fantasy amassing within him, Zeke could only let out gasp-like groans, throwing his head back as his seed spilled out, bleeding through his khaki-colored pants. Breathing heavily, moving his head back down, he could only let out a sound of slight disgust as he looked down at his stained pants. He stood up and began to pack up his own work, before heading towards his office for a change of clothes. As he pulled off the stained pants, his mind wandered back to the events that had just happened, how his reveries had overflown at that moment.

And how he has finally made his decision.

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Zeke stood up straight as he rang the doorbell, before taking a step back. It was mid-day, and it was one of the few days Zeke decided to take. He tucked his hands in his pockets after glancing over at his watch. He heard noises getting closer before the sound of the deadbolt clicking, and the intricate door slowly opening. He found himself facing an unknown figure, one glance at her outfit and she was obviously someone who had worked for you and your husband.

“Yes, may I help you?” She asked him.

He cleared his throat, but just before he could speak, another voice cut through. He glanced up as your form peeped behind the maid.

“Riza, who’s at the door?”

Your eyes landed on his, almost immediately lighting up, “Zeke! What a surprise, come in!”

Once you said that, the maid stepped back, nodding slightly towards you before scurrying along into the house. Zeke took a few steps into the house, taking in the vaguely familiar surroundings. The last time he had been in here was when Michail had hosted his housewarming when he arrived at the firm three years ago, that's when the two of you had first met. All that time had passed by between you two and yet, it was his second time stepping into the three-story luxury mansion.

His eyes locked onto your form, seeing your hips sway as you led him past the anteroom, towards a more casually designed, yet still obviously opulent living room. You wore a two-piece silk lounge outfit, the hems of the arms and legs fitted with tulle ruffles. Your hair was wrapped in a silk scarf, it was obvious you weren’t expecting company today. You gestured for him to sit, taking the seat two cushions down from him before looking over at the maid standing close to you. You told her to bring some snacks, as well as any bottle of wine that would pair well. Zeke tried to interject, but you were already sending her off. You were vague with your instructions, he noted, you must have trusted this maid very well.

Riza, the maid, nodded before scurrying along, most likely headed to the kitchen to prepare what you have asked for. Once she was gone, it was just the two of you, and it strained Zeke to keep his eyes right on your face as you gave him a soft smile.

“This really was a surprise, I haven’t seen you in here since… well since we actually moved in. I always see you at Michail’s work events and such… but never here. What brings you by? Shouldn’t you be at work right now?” You ended your spiel with a question.

Zeke hummed, shrugging his shoulders a bit before leaning back against the back of the couch, “took the day off, my parents actually live around here, and was visiting them when I passed by your place. Thought I should stop by.” He lied through his teeth, his parents preferred to come and visit him at his penthouse than for him to come by.

You hummed, eyes widening slightly, “From what I heard, you barely take any days off. It’s good to go and see them though. I’m sure they’ve missed you,” you smiled at yourself, turning your body slightly to face him.

Before he could respond, footsteps interrupted you, the two of you glancing over at the same time, seeing Riza enter with a tray of snacks, along with a bottle of red wine and two glasses. Whilst you were looking away, Zeke's eyes looked towards you, trailing down to your exposed cleavage, the thin, shimmer-like fabric pressing up against your breasts.

The sound of glass clinking against glass broke Zeke out of a trance, giving him just enough to look away. Towards the maid placing the tray on the table in front of them. You turned yourself once again, facing forward, thanking Riza as she tableed everything, before taking the tray with her as she took her leave. He reached over, immediately grabbing the bottle of wine, before taking a closer look at it. With one twist, he easily broke the seal, before grabbing the corkscrew, and fully opening it up. He poured out the red-purple alcohol, seeing you reach over for a glass.

“Should we be drinking wine this early in the day?” he asked, placing the bottle down on the table.

You grabbed a glass, raising it up slightly before winking, “I won’t tell if you won’t tell.” you grinned, before taking a sip.

Zeke let off a downturned smile before grabbing his own glass and taking a long sip as well.

The two of you carried conversations well into the day, sharing the bottle of wine between the two of you. He barely took any of the snacks, keeping his focus mainly on you as you partake in them.

“So how is Michail at work, he barely talks to me about his day,” you mentioned, bringing your newly-filled glass to your lips.

He took in the slight change of mood within you, the once joyous light in your eye, dimming down to a more mirthless one. Zeke hummed, lifting his foot to rest up against the knee of his other leg.

“He’s… hard-working, but very friendly to the staff, they enjoy his presence more than me.” He took on a humorous tone but kept his eye on you as your body deflated just a bit more.

“Really…? Friendly how?”

Zeke pondered for a minute before shrugging his shoulders, “just talking to people a lot, sometimes about work but most of the time he’s not. A lot of friendly touches, especially with that new assistant of his.”

Your eyebrows quirked up, “assistant?”

“Yeah, assistant? He didn’t tell you about that?”

You shook your head, sighing before taking another long sip of your fermented alcohol, “he doesn’t tell me anything, least not anymore… most days he just comes home and doesn't say a word to me.”

You mumbled out the next part, most likely thinking that Zeke wouldn't hear you, but he heard you loud and clear.

“Doubt he’s even noticed I don’t sleep in the same bedroom with him anymore.”

Zeke said nothing but locked that into the back of his mind, another piece of the complex puzzle of your and Michail’s marriage. Zeke shifted the conversation away from you and Michail, bringing back your joyous mood. You continued talking until the sun went down, and soon after the two of you personally exchanged numbers. You stood by the door, waving him off as he got into his car, driving off and away from the large house.

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You were lonely.

Zeke could tell this from the way the two of you constantly talked. You grew up in a cold home of cold cash and empty mansions, which is how he could guess you were used to your own husband’s condescension and cold attitude. You were used to faking smiles and pretending to be interested in things that had no merit in your life. However, Zeke could tell, from the way you constantly messaged him, to always inviting him over whilst your husband was away. You craved companionship, for a long time you ached for someone to be interested in you and not the check attached to you from your parents. You came from old money, with a huge trust fund as well as stocks in your family's multiple companies. You served on the board of the main enterprise, led by your brother as your parents had retired after you had gotten married.

You hadn’t spoken to them in two months apparently, as there was nothing to really talk about. You were closer to your younger sister, as she went to the luxury private college in the city. You were like a fountain, spilling all of your life for Zeke to listen to, and he took it all in. Your phone calls lasted all the way through his lunch period and sometimes he would be on the phone with you while he was working, by himself of course. Before you knew it, three months had passed, and Zeke was a more constant thread in your life than your own husband.

Zeke couldn’t lie, something within him jumped every time you sent him a message, but his goal was still high in his head. This was why he stood in his expensive penthouse, in his recently cleaned kitchen as he gleaned over at his dinner table, two silver dorms covering the dinner he had just prepared. He had invited you over for dinner, just the two of you. Just as he buttoned the last of the cufflinks, a loud ring echoed through the home. He took one good look at himself before walking over to the door, twisting the deadbolt, and unlocking the door knob before swinging the door wide open. You stood there, a smile on your face, one hand at your side, the other holding the strap of the orange clutch you brought with you.

Your braids were pulled back into a low ponytail, showing off the obvious low cleavage of your chain-strapped orange dress. Zeke smiled at you, arms reaching out before swooping you into a hug, your own smile widened as you reciprocated, giggling as you were lifted off the ground slightly. He didn’t break the hug as he pulled you into the home, turning around. The two of you soon let go of the hug, with Zeke turning sound to go and close the door. While he did that, you took the time to engage within your surroundings, seeing the environment Zeke lives in.

“Oh wow, your home looks amazing,” you said, spinning around to take in everything.

“Thank you,” he spoke back, coming up behind you, placing a hand at the small of your back before gently guiding you towards the slightly decorated table over by the window wall.

He stopped right at the table, before stepping away, pulling out your seat before gesturing for you to sit. You thanked him, placing off your clutch before placing it right on the table and sliding right into the seat. You gasped as he stood right behind you, body heat radiating off of him as he pushed your chair in with ease. You kept your eyes on him as he walked around the table, taking a seat right in front of you. He lifted the domes off the plates, seeing your eyes light up at dinner. You had off-handly mentioned smothered lamb chops and mashed potatoes as your favorite meal your old housekeeper used to make while you were growing up. Zeke knew it wasn’t going to be the same but just having the same dish was enough for you.

You had thanked him for the dinner before y'all began to eat. The two of you ate with little words, as you were both raised in households that valued quietness during dinner. Once finished, you had moved from the table to the living room, holding another glass of red wine that you had paired with the dinner as he moved the bottle to the living room.

“I just…” you started, reminiscing on the journey you and your husband have taken, “I wish I made more of my life… rather than constantly relying on the connections my parents made for me. Maybe, I’d be strong enough to leave him.”

You had kicked off your heels at this point, toes covered in the skin-colored pantyhose you wore underneath your dress. You had rested your legs on the couch, bent and tucked away as you took another sip of your glass. Your dress had risen up, past your knees, but still covering up everything.

“Connections?” Zeke questioned.

You nodded your head, “yeah, his parents were close with mine, and he was the only boy around my age that my parents approved of. Only for me to be stuck in a loveless marriage, all for money.”

Zeke’s hand reached out, placing it right on your knee. Your body slightly jolted from the sudden contact, the feeling electrified like static electricity. His rough hand moved up and down, caressing you. Your heart sped up just a bit, but you couldn’t stop him, or rather, you didn’t want to stop him. His touch was warm, a contrast to everything else in your life. You said nothing as he scooted closer to you, his other hand coming up and pulling you close to him.

“I’ve tried my best to make it work, but he’s made it quite clear that the check my parents send every month is much more important than him,” you said, taking another sip of your wine.

Your mind flashed to your wedding, everything was perfect, and you believed your life would be perfect. You believed he loved you, he made you believe he loved you, but his love was really money, it was an almighty consumer of his life. It wasn’t enough, not enough in his professional life, not enough in his personal life. Cold hard cash was he visioned for, and he’ll do anything to get it., even if it means throwing away the warmth of his wife.

“You deserve more than a man that sees you as his next paycheck,” he said, leaning his head down towards your ear.

Zeke’s hand rubbed up and down on your arm, the warmth relaxing you, and before you knew it, you were laying your head on his shoulder. The negative thoughts about your failing marriage soon began to break away as thoughts of the man beside you began a subtle influx in your mind. Zeke smelled of blackened teakwood and a subtle sense of mahogany and lavender. His scent had you relaxing in his hold, it was the opposite of your husband, who usually smelled of spiced whiskey, from his cologne or his collection of alcohol. You couldn’t help but snuggle further into him, as lines were beginning to blur. You knew this was treading about muddy waters, but you couldn't find it within you to care. The hand resting on your thigh began to creep up, your breathing hitching just a little as your heart began to race. The hand that had once been resting on your upper arm and shoulder left for a moment, before feeling his large hands wrapped around your own, easing the half-full glass of wine off your hand before reaching down and placing it on the table.

“Lemme take care of you,” he whispered to you.

That diminutive ache that had been building within you the moment you laid eyes upon Zeke opened the door for you. This was wrong, you knew this was wrong, you thought to yourself once again as Zeke’s hand joined his other, each right on your inner thigh, massaging deep circles into the skin.

“Zeke,” you let out a gasp-like breath, hips moving and grinding against nothing.

The thong you wore underneath the dress was drenched, head thrown back in growing ecstasy. With ease, he lifted you up into his lap, trembling as you felt his hardon poking through his slacks.

“Zeke…” you let out again, tongue unable to say anything else as his fingers dipped underneath your dress.

This was wrong, this was wrong, this was wrong. However, the care you were supposed to feel, the notion to push off your one and only friend never came. Instead, it was replaced with a growing ache, and the need for touch, his touch. His fingers curved up and around the thin string before slowly pulling the sky fabric away from your pussy. Cool air hit your wetness as his fingers rubbed up and down between your slits, gathering your juices up.

“This is wrong… I shouldn’t do this…” you finally spoke up, but your hands didn’t move as he slowly sunk a finger into you.

Zeke’s hums vibrated through you, “but if I don't… who will? You deserve to be spoiled, touched upon. He does not appreciate who he has… so let me.”

His words enthralled you, enamored you as he began to move his thick finger in and out within you. Your dress had ridden up to your hips and his free hand slowly pushed your legs wide open. It allowed more room for him to finger-fuck you deeper, his hand reaching and wrapping underneath your knee, lifting it up slightly. Spit drooled from your mouth as your sticky arousal coated his finger and the knuckles of his hands. You could feel his slightly abrasive beard grazing against your skin. Letting out another choked moan as Zeke bullied another finger into you. Your hips bucked, giving in to the pleasure as he twisted his long fingers inside of you.

“That’s it… let me in,” he whispered in your ears, seeing your eyes squeezed shut.

“Let me do what your husband has failed to do.”

You could feel Zeke’s mouth upturn against you as you let out a high-pitched moan, climax rising. Your abdomen slowly tightens, heat swelling, sweat dripping as you let out a final high-pitched moan. Your cunt spilled your juices excessively coating his fingers and hand as you came all over him. Your hands had dug into his shirt, finding an anchor to try and stabilize yourself. Slowly coming down from your high, you found yourself slumping against him, breathing heavily. Your eyes were heavy, barely able to keep them open, only able to feel Zeke slowly pulling his finger out of you. His other hand slowly left your thighs, allowing your legs to slump down, feeling touching the ground.

You could feel your body moving, shuffling as you slowly were laid across the couch. You could feel his now warmed hands slide right back under your dress, moving his fingers underneath the thin fabric of your thong before slowly pulling it down. Your eyes fluttered open, seeing Zeke tower over you. His shirt was unbuttoned, revealing his toned chest. Your hands reached up, the palms of your hand grazing over the slightly textured skin. Zeke pulled off your thong, taking the soaked underwear in his hands before pocketing it in his pockets. Your hands slide up and around his body, unable to take your eyes off of him, his hands soon reaching down to his fly. You could see his erection fighting against the seams of his pants, seeing the way he slowly unzipped his pants before unbuttoning them.

Zeke pushed his slacks and boxers down at the same time, his cock springing out of its entrapment. He pushed down his clothes to his knees before bending over, hands falling to your thighs before grabbing them, slowly pushing back, knees going as far as they could towards your ears as he spread wide open for him.

“Zeke,” you whined, as he felt the tip of his cock swipe between your lips, teasing your clit.

With no other warning, you felt pushing himself into you, letting out a sudden cry. No matter the amount of prep Zeke took, you were still so tight, more evidence of how little your husband touched you. Zeke ignored your pleas and cried for him to “slow down” and “stop.” He let out a loud groan, head thrown back as he felt your walls squeezing him around him, the only thing of yours he heard was your high-pitched moans. This was everything he envisioned and more, seeing you crying under him, begging for him, your hands gripping his bare waist. His fantasy came back in full force, god the amount of time it took to make it a reality.

Zeke glanced down at your tear-streaked face. How your braids were undone from the cleaned-up ponytail you had done for the dinner. Seeing your makeup also get ruined, seeing you get ruined whilst under his body, under his hand. Oh, he could come right here and now, he thought to himself.

He held himself back, not wanting to ruin everything and end it all so quickly. He could feel your long nail breaking his skin further, using the temporary anchor, you pulled the man closer as your slightly pained please turned into a passion-filled gasp and moans, calling and screaming out his name.

“Don’t stop, aahh,” you let out a prolonged moan, tongue drooling out of your mouth as ecstasy hit at full blast.

You were like a virgin all over again, from the way you screamed, chasing an inevitable high that you have never tasted before. You never felt like this before, even after losing your virginity to some dunce in college before getting married. Even after consummating your marriage, your husband was always weak and underwhelming, Zeke was just the opposite and it was delicious. You didn’t know what to do with yourself but fell deeper into the nirvana he has placed out for you.

You find yourself keening and drooling over the bearded man above you. An even heavier and deeper climax was building within you and once again, hitting you like a ton of bricks, you squealed.

“Coming!” Was your only warning before your body shook with complete orgasmic pleasure.

Eye rolling out the back of your head as Zeke gave off one last grunt, before leaning down fully, capturing your lips into a messy, wet kiss. You could feel the wetness of the sweat dripping down his beard but you don't care, your body still shaking from the aftershocks of your orgasm. You could feel his seed filling you up as he kissed you, your legs unconsciously wrapping around his waist, keeping him closer,

Breathing heavily, your head slumped up against the couch, legs slowly releasing Zeke from your hold, before the two of you locked eyes, Zeke still holding you. With no other words, squealing as Zeke suddenly picked you up, before carrying you in his arms, possibly heading upstairs towards his bedroom.

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Since that day, everything has changed.

You couldn’t let go of him, no matter how much you tried. Like you even tried at all.

From Zeke having your legs spread across his kitchen countertop, to you two having a heart-racing quickie in the bathroom of a mutual work event. It was complete madness, and you loved it. It was different, it was unique, and it was oh-so-wrong. His large hands roam your body, causing vast reactions within you. He soon learned everything that made you tick.

You had changed, your relationship with your husband had changed, and your relationship with Zeke had changed. Your conversations were constantly shifting, and every time you would visit him or vice-versa, you would find his hands on you. Your texts constantly consisted of lewd wording and imagery, you found a new use for the lacey, expensive lingeries that were almost collecting dust within your dresser. Pictures, videos of the two of you, solos of you, and solos of him. It was madness… it was freedom.

Zeke was good, so much better than the few times your husband has taken you. He towered over you, and his every demand you couldn't help but fulfill. You fell deeper and deeper into ensnarement, and you truly didn't know just how far you’ll go for him. Which is what led up to this moment right here.

You had sent Riza home early, and your husband was on a “work trip.” Giving you free rein as Zeke had you bent over your bathroom sink, silk robe bunched up at your waist, revealing your wet cunt to him. Zeke wasted no time, licking and sucking away at your pussy, your juices dripping down against his beard. Your hands gripped at the counter, head bowed down as your legs trembled. He didn’t let up, his hands attached to each cheek, spreading you wide open.

“Ooooohhhh,” you mewled, body slumping against the sink as he ravaged you.

His chuckle rattled you, causing your body to jerk and jolt against his lips. He lapped and sucked away at your clit, licking up all your juices as he did so. The bathroom smelled of soft vanilla and pink lilacs, the golden-dimmed lighting providing an extra ambiance to the scene before you. Zeke devoured you like a madman, not letting up no matter how you screamed and squirmed in his hold.

“Zeke,” you cried out his name, “s’too much, fuck fuck fuck.”

He said nothing, but his actions spoke even louder as his sucking action intensified, causing you to let out a vocal choked moan, spit flying out of your mouth, and splatter against the sink counter. With a sudden jerk, your orgasm washed over you like a rapid wave, unseen and unbeknown to you. You shook violently as you lost your footing, feeling yourself slipping for just a short moment. Zeke’s hands slid up, allowing his arms to wrap around your waist, holding you completely steady as he drank your juices down. You could feel his moans and groans as he did so, providing extra overstimulation to your clit.

Inhaling deeply, catching your sled as you dropped onto the counter, feeling Zeke behind you as he fully stood up. You glanced ahead, staring at his tall figure in the mirror, before eyeing one of the glasses of wine you had brought with you. Quickly grabbing it, taking a couple sips as you felt that familiar pressure creeping and pressing inside of you. You let out an elongated hum as you swallowed the wine, your head bent back, looking at him in his eyes as one of his hands gripped the flesh on your hips. His other hand slides up your body, before wrapping around your throat, squeezing ever so slightly. He pulled you into another deep kiss, tasting the tanginess of the wine and you taste the mint of his gum.

Letting go of the kiss, you could feel his hand apply pressure as his hips slowly began to move in and out of you, your cunt squeezing around him. He easily maneuvered your body, bending you back over the sink, his hand leaving your throat before joining the other right at your waist. His pace easily picked up as you found your balance, holding onto the bathroom counter as he fucked you against it, his pace slowly picking up with every few seconds. One of his hands left your waist before easily wrapping your braids around his neck, suddenly pulling your head back with a sudden force. The pain echoed through your body, but it only pushed your pleasure to even higher heights. Your mind went hazy, your eyes swelling with your salty tears, obscuring your vision, slowly dripping down your freshly-cleaned face.

There was no reason to hold back your moans, as there was nobody home as your loud moans reverberated against the walls.

“Hmm, aww are you crying baby? Is it too much for you?” He teased you, hand leaving your hips before feeling him leave a loud smack against your deep-toned skin.

The red-hot sparks of his hand, combined with his hands still in your hair had you keened, full-on sobbing as tears and sweat dripped down your face to your neck, all the way down your body. He pulled your body all the way back up, keeping your legs spread as he let go of your hair, hand-cupping your face, squeezing your cheeks as he began pressing his lips against your face, tasting your salty tears.

“Zeke,” you pleaded as he released your face.

With no other warning, you squealed as you were suddenly hoisted into the air, Zeke’s large hands sliding right underneath your thighs. He held you up by the backs of your knees before continuing to slam hiscock into you. His sudden actions awakened something in you, letting out a sudden shout as you convulsed in his arms. Your hands scrambled, reaching for something to hold onto you as he pounded into you once again.

“Squeezing around me like that,” he murmured in your ear, his deep voice causing you to shudder.

“Open your eyes, look at yourself in the mirror.”

Slowly, you pried your eyes open as best as you could, blinking away the tears before gazing at yourself in the mirror. Your robe had come fully undone, revealing your breasts bouncing every movement Zeke made within you.

“God,” he said as he looked at how debauched you were, how in so few months he easily wrecked you from the inside out.

“Who do you belong to?” He groaned in your ear next, feeling your pussy tensing and spasming around him.

You opened your mouth but were barely able to answer as your mind succumbed to pleasure, but Zeke was having none of it. You could feel his nails dig into your skin as he spoke again.

“Answer my fucking question, slut, who do you belong to?”

“You!” you struggled to get out, but once you did, it was loud, bouncing against the walls.

He chuckled, his pace becoming sporadic in nature as he continued to speak, talking you through what would be your inevitable orgasm.

“Yeah , you belong to me? What about your little husband, huh?” he breathed out, huffing as he began to reach his own limit.

“Mmmh fuck I don’t care about him, fuck fuck fuck I’m gonna come, please, please let me come…” you sobbed out, eyes rolling to the back of your head as rock-solid pressure began to build within you.

He only smirked, “come for me.”

With that, you let out a loud cry, body jerking in his hold as convulsions took hold of you. You squirted all over the two of you, juices spread all over your inner thighs as well. With a final grunt, he followed right after you, easily pulling out of you, cum easily staining your inner thighs as well, getting on his lower abdomen as well.

As Zeke took one last look at you, seeing how to spit drooled down from your plump, wet lips, breathing heavily from the strenuous activity. Slowly he pulled you off his now-soft cock, with ideas to take you to the shower to clean you up once again.

Neither of you hears the door beginning to click open.

#zeke jeager smut #zeke yaeger x reader #zeke x reader #zeke jeager x reader #zeke jaeger #zeke aot #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan smut #aot x black reader #aot x female reader #zeke yeager x reader #black reader smut #aot x reader #aot x y/n #aot smut #attack on titan x black reader #black reader #zeke jeager x black!reader #attack on titan x female reader

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dilfl0v3rss · 10 months

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Zeke??👀

a slut…

“i thought you liked me, what happened baby?” zeke chuckled as he fed you strokes that were clearly turning your brain into mush, but he didn’t care. you had no business mouthing off to him any type of way regardless if you were right or not. he’s a grown ass man and if he wants to come to your house in nothing but a white tank top and sweats, that he was clearly not wearing boxers under, to get the rest of his things then he’s going to do so. he didn’t even know why you were having him take his stuff out when the both of you knew that all it took was one little “talk” and the two of you would be right back in each others beds arms.

“i h-hate you” you whined, your pussy clenching at the sight of his pearly white teeth peaking behind his curved lips. zeke knew you could never hate him. he was your first love and his dick was too big. the only thing you could hate when it came to him was how easy he could get you to bend to his will, but even then you secretly loved it. “say my name baby, know you want to” his deep voice caused a certain tingle down your spine, but you resisted. your brown eyes looking everywhere but him as you shook your head. zeke smiled at the sight, you were a stubborn little thing in and out of the bedroom. that’s what made him love you so much. that’s why he’s chosen you to be the woman he pisses off for the rest of his life.

“cmon mama, you can say you hate me, but this pussy is gon love me forever. she’s mine” he lowered his lips to your ear as he spoke, his big hands engulfing yours as he watched your expressions closely. he knew you would break soon, the feeling of his long, thick dick penetrating your g spot already making you have to fight to keep your eyes from rolling. “say it princess.” zeke knew what you really wanted, he knew what made you melt, and that was his big, veiny hand in your hair as he brutally fucked you from the back. your ass ricocheting off his toned stomach as he told you all the dirty words you wanted to hear, but he refused to give in. he wanted you to say the words you longed to utter when you first saw his tall, sexy figure at your front door. the words you’ve said in confidence many nights when things were “good” between the two of you. the words you said when he took your virginity.

your lips parted as you felt him fully thrust himself inside of you, his hips moving in a circular motion as he began to grind his dick deeper into your pussy. his pretty blonde hairs lightly caressing your clit in a way that made your back instantly arch, your head moving upwards as well as you bared your neck for him to attack with kisses and bites. before you knew it, the words were flying from your pretty, wet lips.

“i-i love you papaa”

a devilish smirk graced zeke features as he moved his lips from your neck to your ear.

“and pa loves you princess”

#zeke x black reader #zeke x black!reader #zeke x black y/n #zeke jeager x black reader #zeke jeager x black!reader #zeke jeager x black y/n #zeke smut #zeke jeager smut #aot zeke jeager smut #aot zeke smut #aot zeke x black reader #aot zeke x black!reader #aot zeke x black y/n #aot zeke jeager x black reader #aot zeke jeager x black!reader #aot zeke jeager x black y/n #aot x black!reader #aot x black y/n #aot x black reader

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ackerpretty · 6 months

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Eren Coded 🩷

#eren x black reader #aot smut #zeke smut #eren smut #levi smut #eren x reader #eren yeager #eren x black fem!reader #eren x y/n #eren aot #eren jeager x reader #armin x black reader #armin x reader #connie x black reader

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chrollohearttags · 10 months

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Zeke is a terrible horrible no good ass heathen but Ik that dick got some bop to it. Like I just know he know how to FUCK and it make me so mad. I need him 😫😫😩

OKAY? And heavy on it. 😫😫 that man might stress you out, have you going crazy but he some pressure. And let me just give y’all ALL the warnings bc this man is a freak! A true one. So read at your own risk. It includes EVERYTHING!

The thing is, you’d never be able to just ‘leave him alone’. Try as you might, you’ll be right back and he’s gone remind you every time why he’s not going anywhere. Zeke fucks like a man with nothing to lose and that’s the problem. He ain’t with the kid shit. I’m talking folding you up in a full nelson, straight pounding up into your shit while he’s forcing you to look in the mirror while rubbing your clit (and he loves anal like an unhealthy amount so you know what he’s on). Bouncing you up and down like his flashlight… “..see, I told you it’d feel good. You just have to trust me more often, my love.” Meanwhile, you’re clutching your own thong between your teeth, salivating from being fucked like this. He knows he’s big and he’ll most certainly taunt you about it. “You told me it was too much and now you can’t stop creaming on me..such a liar, (y/n)..” meanwhile, you’re biting down on your lip trying to stifle your moans as not to give his ass too much. But you can’t help it..

he’s fucking you so good that you’ve probably came about three times subconsciously; squirting and spasming on his cock. You find yourself tapping at his abs and while he’s burrowed over you, hand firmly gripping the headboard whilst he’s drilling your shit, you feel him force your hands to the bed and hold your wrists. “Pushing me away, you know how much I hate that. Take this fucking dick like a big girl..” he’s sticking fingers in the mouth, spitting in it, doing it all! He takes you far beyond your limits, doing things no one else would even dream of. Putting you on all fours, pulling your arms back and giving you hard, deep strokes with his foot pressing into your head. “Don’t give me that fucking look, I’ll get it redone. Just open f’r me. Wanna see that pretty pussy spread.” “That asshole looks so good, make it flex just like that..we’ll worry about that later. You still look beautiful.” just knowing you’re gonna give him shit about your hair. He doesn’t give a damn because he’s too busy focusing on how tight you are and how hot it sounds when you scream for him. Especially when you’re just as vocal and commanding. “Yeah, take it! Stretch this pussy!” “Right there, fuck this ass! ‘S so deep.” It gets NASTYYY with Mr. Ezekiel. And don’t let you two just have fought or had a heated argument..oh, it’s the best dick you’ll ever have. Going for hours until one of you breaks. Him throat fucking you, slapping and choking you…the works. Tears flowing your face and you’re fucking like you hate each other. It’s so much tension and passion, you can’t get enough of him. That hate sex hits sooo different with him because ironically, you’re falling in love all over again. He’s ripping orgasm after orgasm out of you, you’re clawing up his back leaving all types of scratches. The sheets are soaked and you’re certain he’s cracked the headboard from the strength of him clutching it. 1000/10 every single time.

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lemmetreatya · 1 year

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rent-a-boyfriend!zeke whos the absolute fucking worst when it comes to doing his job. not like he does his job badly — in fact, he does his job too well sometimes! the issue is that hes lovely with everyone else but a pain to you and you alone.

“come on, you should know this by now. your mother wouldn’t like this selection of flowers. last time she said the colour didn’t suit her and that the smell was too overpowering for her nose.”

you don’t question how he was able to put all of your family members names to faces on the first try, remember past childhood pets he needs to be aware of, neighbours and local townsmen that were significant in your life, because rent-a-boyfriend!zeke only does this to get under your skin.

“you’ve fucked him, haven’t you?”

rent-a-boyfriend!zeke asks about reiner from next door who decided to randomly drop by, seems overtly friendly with your mother and paid you googly eyes every five minutes — the tall, blonde computer analyst that you definitely have toyed with in the past.

“and what’s it to you?” you’d mumble as you took the 5th consecutive drag of rent-a-boyfriend!zeke’s cigarette.

the man would only shrug as he leaned against the outside side wall of your family home.

“nothing.” rent-a-boyfriend!zeke plucks his cigarette from your mouth. “just noticing you have a type.”

and despite you wanting to disagree with him, you find yourself acknowledging the observation as rent-a-boyfriend!zeke fucks you into the too-small mattress of your adolescent bed, away from the familial gathering of everyone downstairs but not too loud for them to hear.

the horny bastard wouldn’t even undress the two of you. in a weirdly possessive way, rent-a-boyfriend!zeke was eager to continuously fuck your asshole in retaliation to his competition being a floorboard beneath them.

“f-f-fa-fuck!”

as rent-a-boyfriend!zeke stretches your hole around his cock, your face was buried deep into the plush of the pillow. with all the complaining, you know rent-a-boyfriend!zeke couldn’t hear you but your whines were seeping through the pillow

“stop being annoying. just take my dick as is.”

and you have to comply because rent-a-boyfriend!zeke isn’t letting up or letting you run anywhere — he always knew he’s going to be trouble as soon as your mother told you that rent-a-boyfriend!zeke is a great man to have around.

rent-a-boyfriend!zeke would end up cumming bucket loads of cum inside of you, hollowing hole becoming full as the man choked on his own words in a grumble and moan.

as the both of you come back downstairs, everyone gives you suspicious glares but no one says anything — like you care.

if anything, rent-a-boyfriend!zeke knows he’s established his position as he smugly smiles at a worried looking reiner, his hands protectively around your waist.

#zeke jaeger #zeke x reader #zeke yaeger x reader #zeke jeager x reader #zeke yeager #aot x black reader smut #aot x reader smut #aot x reader

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nobianna · 10 months

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HE thrusted up into you while you were on top.

your hands bonded by fluffy pink handcuffs, his calloused hands pulling your hips down on to his shaft.

"f-fuckkk, i cant" you damn near shouted

" yea you can give me on more" he would reply, followed by a throaty groan.

he would then take one of his hands and wrap it around you're throat pulling you in for a rough, sloppy spit filled kiss, telling you to take it all.

" fuck, im gonna cumm" you whimpered out while laying your head on his shoulder, desperately wanting out of those damp cuffs just to touch him.

"c-cum baby, m'shit... cum with me" he would moan out in response, his thrust coming to a halt.

HE came inside of you to claim you.

HE was yours.

Eren, Jean, Reiner, Levi, 0nyankopon, Erwin, Zeke

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jubilee40 · 2 years

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Kinktober 2022 Masterlist (Request Open)

😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈

I decided I'll have the whole month listed.

This will be a mixture of my ideas and your requests.

Here are the links to the characters I will write: List 1 and List 2

I will not write scat, pee, spit, blood, and gangbangs. The character(s) being a vampire is okay and so are character x reader x character.

Some requests are from last year that I kept and haven't finished.

I might go out of order and do different days depending on inspiration or writer’s block.

😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈

Day 1: Aphrodisiac Sanzu x Female Reader (Idea)

Day 2: Pussy Drunk Hashira Tengen Uzui x Apprentice Female Demon Slayer Reader (Idea)

Day 3: Breeding Kink Nishinoya x Female Reader (Request)

Day 4: Dragon Hybrid Rengoku x Mate Female Reader (Idea)

Day 5: Hashira Tengen x Sex Worker Female Reader (Idea)

Day 6: Sugar Daddy Zeke x Sugar Baby Female Reader (Idea)

Day 7: Submissive Gojo x Dom Female Reader (Last Year Request)

Day 8: Cheating/Revenge Sex Endeavor x Female Reader (Last Year Request)

Day 9: Bondage Nozel x Guild Member Female Reader (Last Year Request)

Day 10: Yandere Sukuna x Kidnapped Female Reader *DARK CONTENT* (Last Year Request)

Day 11: Pornstar Yami x Female Reader (Last Year Request)

Day 12: Curse King Sukuna x Succubus Female Reader (Last Year Request)

Day 13: AOT x Cam Star Female Reader (Idea)

Day 14: Rut Hawks x Omega Female Reader (Idea)

Day 15: Husband Levi x Pregnant Female Reader (Idea)

Day 16: Empty Slot

Day 17: Empty Slot

Day 18: Hanma x Female Reader x Kiaski (Request)

Day 19: Romantic Mad Dog x Girlfriend Reader (Idea)

Day 20: Virgin Asta x Girlfriend Reader (Idea)

Day 21: Cheating Porco x Eren’s Girlfriend Reader (Idea)

Day 22: Empty Slot

Day 23: Yandere Tengen & Yandere Wives x Kidnapped Darling *DARK CONTENT* (Request)

Day 24: Empty Slot

Day 25: Reiner x Female Sex Worker Reader (Idea)

Day 26: Fashion Designer Mitsuya x Female Model Reader (Idea)

Day 27: Bondage Dom Toji x Submissive Sorcerer Female Reader (Idea)

Day 28: Empty Slot

Day 29: Empty Slot

Day 30: Empty Slot

Day 31: 🎁Surprise🎁

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materialgworlas · 10 months

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Unhinged screenshots without context: AOT Edition

Was looking back at my old posts laughing my ass off cuz im so damn funny n thought I'd share my favourite ones

If u like these n wanna see the full post go to @samsungwasmyidea

AnYwAys-

F33T:

☆*:.｡.o(≧▽≦)o.｡.:*☆☆*

EMO REINER x ZEKE SLANDERR<3:

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Ass slashers turned ZEKE SLANDER :

taglist: @vallidity @im-alyssa-btw @wyvernslovecake @notgoodforlife @onthearrow @dragonqueen2009 @quiveringdeer @alexxistiredd @lady-cryptstone @daoreogirl @emeraldrhee-grimes @aotwritingss @imperialabysssins @duchessavalentino @bitchkay @seokjin-bby

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diorsbrando · 2 years

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♯ attack on titan.

❛ more published works, coming soon !

( ღ ) headcanons —

kinks aot characters would have | their favorite rappers!, ft. aot men | football!au headcanons | club night! ft. various fandoms |

( ϟ ) drabbles/oneshots —

tatakae, ft. eren yeager | 2AM, ft. jean kirschtein | football player!eren |

( ☾ ) longer fics —

veronica!, ft eren yeager | precious flower, ft. yandere!reiner braun | with you, ft. reiner braun |

#sailewhoremoon #sailwhore’s ship recs!#attack on titan #attack on titan masterlist #shingeki no kyojin #snk #aot drabbles #attack on titan headcanons #black fem reader #aot x you #eren jeager #armin <3 #jean boy💕#reiner🥺🥺🥺#connie❤️#levi😩#zeke🥴#snk fics

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that-student-that-has-homework · 2 months

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100 Follower Event!

Hello lovely duckies! (I really like ducks, and when I get the energy I wish for my blog to have a stronger duck theme)

Thanks to all of you, I've reached 100 followers! Thank you!

So let's try this event thing: pick a character (no more than 3 please) and a headcanon and I'll make some quick headcanons and post them under #that_student_100_event

Note:

these are gonna be x Reader

you may pick characters from different fandoms

When requesting hc’s you can chose one or two that are similar for one request, and I can combine them

I might cap this at 20 asks in case I get overwhelmed. Life has been very...life...

Alrighty: let's get cracking!

Characters:

One Piece:

Monkey D. Luffy Roronoa Zoro Black Leg Sanji Cyborg Franky Nico Robin (platonic only) Nami (platonic only) Portgas D. Ace Characters I'm not too confident about, but could do Silvers Rayleigh Akagami no / Red Haired Shanks Marco the Pheonix Trafalgar Law White Hunter Smoker Crocodile Buggy the Clown I've started Dressrosa, so any characters there are OUT, because I have yet to meet / properly understand them, this includes Doffy. If there's a character I haven't listed but you want to see, ask (but provide a backup in case I can't please)

Jujutsu Kaisen

Nanami Kento Gojo Satoru Geto Suguru Toji Fushiguro Megumi Fushiguro Itadori Yuji Inumaki Toge Okkotsu Yuta Maki Zennin (platonic only) Kugisaki Nobara (platonic only) If there's a character I haven't listed but you want to see, ask (but provide a backup in case I can't please)

Haikyuu!!

Call me basic, but I only feel like I can confidently write for the main entries of the following schools (else I gotta do research so it's not OOC - and I don't have the energy for that folks to be perfectly honest) I finished the manga so you can ask for others. Karasuno Aoba Johsai Nekoma Fukurodani Inarizaki

Genshin Impact

Tall Men Kaedahara Kazuha Gaming and the Fatui (minus Tartaglia) are not characters I will write for. (Haven't met Gaming)

Attack on Titan

Levi Erwin Hange (platonic only) Jean Connie Springer Zeke Jeager Reiner Braun Eren (it will be aimed at Mikasa tbh)

Prompts

These prompts were collected from @make-me-imagine from her Headcanon Prompts List

A-Z Relationship Headcanons

Crush > Confession > Dating

Crush: How would they act with a crush, do they pine?

Relationship: General Relationship Headcanons

First Date + First Kiss

Flirting: How they flirt, how they react to you flirting, etc.

Intimacy: How they show intimacy; physical and not.

Confession: When and how they admit their feelings for you

Hobbies: What hobbies, interest, etc would they share with you.

Holidays: How they celebrate the holidays

Comfort: How they would comfort you after a … (bad day, nightmare, your choice)

The moment(s) they realize they have feelings for you (pre-relationship)

The moment(s) they realize they are in love with you (established relationship)

Cuddling: Do they cuddle, how do they, when do they, etc

Kissing: Do they like kissing, how do they kiss, when, etc.

Love Languages: What is their receiving and giving love language (and how do they show it)

Jealousy: How they act when they are jealous, what would make them jealous, etc. (before and/or during the relationship)

Cooking/Food: Cooking for each other, food preferences, etc.

Taking care of them when they are sick

Them taking care of you when you are sick

Romance: Are they romantic, how do they show it, etc.

First Meeting + First Impression

Domestic Headcanons: What it’s like to live with them, how they show domesticity (Note: I don’t write for pregnancy/kids/children)

Protective: Are they protective? How they show it. Etc.

Taking care of them when they are hurt.

Them taking care of you when you are hurt.

Friends > Lovers

Love: Ways they say or show they love you.

Anniversaries: How do the two of you celebrate your anniversaries

Proposal + Wedding

Traveling: Where would you go, what would you do?

Platonic/Best Friends: What is your friendship like

Gifts: What kind of gifts would they give, how often, when, why, etc. And, what kind of gifts do they like?

Pet-names/Nicknames (for you and for them)

Regret/Guilt: How would they act, what would they do if they hurt you, or you had a fight (wont right for abusive styles of fighting, just general arguments and misunderstandings)

Aesthetics: What smell(s) are they, what flower are they, what season do I associate with them, do I think they have a favorite aesthetics, songs, etc.

Surprises: How would they surprise you, what with, why, etc.

Magic/Fantasy AU: If they were in a world of magic, what powers would they have, what would their role be?

Meet-Cute: If you were to have a meet-cute with them, what would happen during and after.

Secret Admirer: What would they do as a secret admirer

Enemies > Friends > Lovers

Dates: How often, and what kind of dates do you go on?

Royalty/Fantasy AU: In a world where there are such things and princes, princesses, dragons and knights, what would they’re role me, and how did it coincide with yours? ((42))

Thank you everyone!

#that_student_100_event #one piece x reader #haikyuu x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #attack on titan x reader #genshin impact x reader

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neesieiumz · 1 year

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°˖✧ 𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑 ↳↳ 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚢 ✧˖°

A wild west anthology, a collection of fics with six of the attack on titan characters in an alternate universe. each fic is a stand-alone fic with no part two but has connections to the ones before it.

comment below to be tagged in all parts!

°˖✧ ⸻ 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚕𝚊𝚠 ↳↳ 𝚛. 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚞𝚗.

synopsis ⸻ it's not everyday a criminal breaks into your home, huh?

warnings ⸻ smut. 18+ wild west!au. part i of the gold rush anthology! bar-maid!reader. robber!reiner. black-coded reader. female reader. afab anatomy. full nelson position. fingering. a bit of dacryphilia. reiner threatens reader with a gun. the two of them get comfortable with each other really quick. reader calls her mother a bitch in this. reader was raised by her late grandmother cause her mother abandoned her. Erwin is in this, who was also raised by reader's grandmother. sheriff!erwin. erwin sees reader as neice/daughter. annie and bertholdt are also in this, but they don't matter.

°˖✧ ⸻ 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚏 ↳↳ 𝚎. 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚑

synopsis ⸻ when your home gets flooded out by a bad storm, it's only right for sheriff erwin smith to help you out, right love?

warnings ⸻ sm*t. fluff. minors do not interact. part ii of the gold rush anthology. sheriff!erwin. bar-owner!reader. canon-age Erwin. reader is in her late twenties, or early thirties, however, you wanna see it. afab reader. female reader. black-coded reader. soft-dom!erwin. fingering. squirting. full-nelson position (yes, can you tell I have a fantasy that I really wanna do?) soft-dom!erwin. he's also really stressed out in this. he also calls you "love" all the time. he also calls you a good girl during this as well. friends-to-lovers. p*rn with plot.

°˖✧ ⸻ 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚛 ↳↳ 𝚎. 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛

synopsis ⸻ despite working together for a long time, eren and yourself cannot be in a room together, too bad the two of you are stuck at the office late at night.

warnings ⸻ sm*t. minors do not interact. p*rn with plot. part iii of the gold rush anthology. frenemies. coworkers. secretary!reader. officer!eren. eren calls you angel in this. slight-pervert!eren. erwin is your boss. female reader. afab reader. black-coded reader. reciprocal jealousy. mikasa and connie are in this but have no major significance. slight hate sex. storage room sex. mating-press position, regular and reverse cow-girl position. eren and reader are both in their early twenties as well. hickeys. you may or may not get pinned to the floor. they fight a lot for dominance as well.

°˖✧ ⸻ 𝚌𝚘𝚠𝚋𝚘𝚢 ↳↳ 𝚓. 𝚔𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚒𝚗

synopsis ⸻ the years have been hard on the two of you, through it all, your love has preserved.

warnings ⸻ sm*t. 18+. minors do not interact. wild-west!au. part iv of the gold rush anothology. plot-filled. an apology for letting this series go on for as long as it did. jean calls you beauty in this. cowboy!jean. council-man's daughter!reader. angst. mentions of abuse. imperfect family dynamics. both fathers are jackasses. mentions of class disparity. friends-to-lovers. forbidden love. someone gets sent to military school. lots of flashbacks to childhood. soft/service-dom!jean. hair-pulling. cunnilingus. cow-girl position. full nelson (please y'all know me at this point)

°˖✧ ⸻ 𝚗𝚎𝚠𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚛 ↳↳ 𝚊. 𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚝

synopsis ⸻ on a mission to become rich, city boy armin comes on a mission for gold, seems he hit the jackpot?

warnings ⸻ to be announced.

°˖✧ ⸻ 𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛 ↳↳ 𝚣. 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛

synopsis ⸻ far away from home, zeke relishes his new life in the city and leaves what he knows behind.

warnings ⸻ to be announced.

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poppywrites41 · 3 years

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Why? Eren x Reader

Pairing: Eren Jeager x Fem! Reader

Summary: Y/N and Eren had always been close friends since childhood. Both of their parents had been lost when they were younger and they both joined the survey corps with their friends Mikasa and Armin. Y/N and Eren began to realize feelings for each other after the first time they went to the beach. Eren couldn’t keep his eyes off of her as she was playing in the water with her best friend, Sasha. Ever since then, they two would always look after each other and take comfort in each others arms. However, after their first trip to Marley with Yelena, after developing the plan with Zeke, she noticed Eren has been acting different…

Warnings: NSWF, Cursing, mentions of death, SMUT

CONTAINS SPOILERS FROM MANGA. DO NOT READ IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO BE SPOILED. This is a pretty long one. It goes along with the manga but I added my own twist.😊 There will be some time-skips bc I can’t write that much LMAO

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“Meeting dismissed. Everyone pack your stuff and head to the ship. We will depart to Marley in 2 hours.” Hange said to the new Levi squad and Yelena’s crew.

Y/N was still in disbelief that they would be taking the fight to Marley, to innocent civilians. She knew that they needed to retrieve Zeke, but she wasn’t too keen on Eren destroying anything. She thinks it would make things worse. Eren on the other hand, was rearing to go. He had a devilish look to his eyes when he stated that he would transform during the ceremony. Y/N almost didn’t recognize the person in front of her. She needed to talk to him before they leave.

“Eren?” Y/N knocked on his door.

“Come in”

Y/N opened to door to see Eren putting on Marleyian soldier clothes. She hadn’t realized how much he physically changed until now. He was taller and well built. His hair grew out and he started to grow a stubble. His eyes. His beautiful green eyes seemed to have lost their sparkle that was there when they were younger.

“Did you have something to tell me or are you just going to stand there like a mute?” his monotonous gruff voice brought her out of her thoughts.

“Sorry,” she mumbled and she played with her sleeves, “I wanted to talk to you about the plan.”

Eren looked at her with his piercing eyes, “You don’t agree with the plan?”

Y/N gulped and shifted on her feet, eyes looking at the floor, “It’s not that I don’t agree with the plan. The plan is to retrieve Zeke, Eren. Do you have to kill civilians in the process? What if they fight back? What if someone we love dies?”

Eren sighed, “Y/N, if you have any doubts, I suggest you leave immediately. We cannot have weak soldiers there to mess things up.”

Y/N’s head snapped up to meet his eyes, her own eyes brimming with tears.

“Eren...you don’t mean tha-”

“I am going to attack when they declare war on us Y/N. That is final. We need to send a message to them. Yelena came up with a plan to lure their titans away and so do I. The soldiers here are well equipped to handle anything so I doubt anyone will die. If they do, they were being careless.”

Y/N stared into his eyes to look for any sort of emotion, but saw nothing. She was scared, she was trembling. “Eren I-”

“You need to stay.”

“What?”

Eren took a few steps to Y/N and caressed her cheek in his palm looking down into her big e/c eyes. “You need to stay. I fear you will get hurt and I cannot have you getting hurt.”

She looks up at him in disbelief. “No Eren, I can do it. Let me come wi-”

“I CAN’T LOSE YOU!” he yells and brings her into a bone crushing hug.

“Eren…” Y/N breaths as she rubs his back, “It’s okay. I-”

“Please stay here...please. I promise I will come back. I need you here. I need you safe.”

“Why? Eren, I can help!”

“You will be helping! If you stay here, it will help me get home faster! I also need someone here to make sure everyone is safe. Please?” Eren looks into her eyes and her see tears. His eyes are full of sadness and fear and it hurt her. She took his head in her hands and wiped his tears.

“Okay,” She say with a sad smile, “I will stay.”

Eren gives a small smile and leans in to place his lips on hers. It has been a while since they have kissed mainly since everyone was busy planning and training. Y/N and Eren haven’t had much time to themselves. Eren leans back and looks at the clock, “We still have some time left before I leave…”

Y/N smirks, “Let’s make the most of it, Jaeger.”

Eren picks her up and lays her on his bed, smothering her neck and collarbone with kisses and love bites. Y/N slides her hands under his shirt, feeling his toned abs and back.

Eren steals her lips as he slowly unbuttons her shirt and caresses her smooth skin.

“I love you.” Y/N says out of breath pulling her hands through his dark hair.

“Yes I know” Eren says. He loves it when she does that to his hair. It relaxes him.

Once her shirt is off, he trails kisses down her bra and begins to suck at the top of her breasts.

“Ah! Eren…” Y/N breaths, tugging at his hair.

He chuckled and reached behind her to unclasp her bra, freeing her beautiful mounds. His hand immediately goes for her right breast, kneading it slowly as he spread kisses on her left. His mouth latched onto her nipple and began to suck. Y/N moaned and writhed on the bed, panting.

“Eren...please…”

Eren used his left hand to travel down to her pants. He unbuttoned them and began to pull them down, leaving her in her black lace underwear. He marvels at the sight before him.

“I’m glad you wore this pair. They’re my favorite.” He smirks and slids his hand underneath to her core, feeling her arousal.

“You’re so wet,” he says, easily sliding his two finger, earning a moan from the woman underneath him, “so perfect.”

“Ngh...Erennnn…” Y/N begins to writhe in pleasure as he begins to quickly slide his fingers in and out of her. Her hips bucking into his palm.

“You’re close? Already?” He asks in disbelief.

“W-We haven’t done a-anything in a while. Ah!” Y/N pants, hands gripping to his shirt.

Eren gives a small smile when she begins to tighten around his fingers. She’s close. He goes faster and listens to her moans and pants.

“E-Eren!! I’m-”

“Cum.” he says in a low voice.

Y/N felt her whole world shake as she felt her body spasm, giving out a long moan. Her whole body shaking. Eren chuckled and gave her a kiss as she slid her underwear down and unbuckled his pants. He had to leave soon so he only pulled them down a bit to free his cock. He gathered her wetness from her orgasm and spread it over his cock. Y/N watched him through lidded eyes, anticipating the feeling of having him inside her.

“Eren,” she whined, “now.”

“Yes, darling.” Eren chuckled and lined himself up to her entrance. He took her in his embrace and pushed himself him, wrapping his arms around her.

“A-Ahhhh Erennn” Y/N whimpered, wrapping her arms around him tightly. Her walls were stretching all over again. Eren gave her a minute to adjust since they haven’t been together like this in a while and began to rock his hips into her gently, relishing in her moans, memorizing everything about her.

“Fuck Y/N…” Eren breathes, “you’re so fucking tight…”

All Y/N can do is moan in pleasure, too out of it to talk. Eren then sits them up and has her bouncing on his cock in his lap. The new position allowed him to go deeper, earning louder moans from the woman. She wrapped her arms around him tightly, not wanting to let go.

Eren was close. He hated that he was so close this early, but he knew he needed to leave soon. He dug his face into her neck and breathed in her scent.

“Y/N...I’m close.”

Y/N’s hand went into his hair again, tugging at the long dark strands, “Yes! Yes! Eren please!!”

Eren thrusted himself into her a couple more times. He gave one final thrust as he came deep inside her, groaning as his seed spilt inside her. He stayed there for a few minutes, making sure every last drop made it inside her. Y/N on the other hand, was completely spent. Eren slowly untangled himself from her and gently laid her down on his bed, using his hand to move any stray hairs out of her face.

“Eren…” Y/N says.

“Shhh,” Eren hushes her, pressing a kiss to her lips, “Rest. I will be back in a month. Wait for me.”

Y/N’s eyes close, too tired to do anything from exhaustion. Eren looks down at the sleeping woman, the woman he held so dear to him. He sighed and stood up, grabbed his things and left.

“It had to be done.”

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*Time skip to a month after*

It had been a month since that day and 2 weeks since Y/N found something. She was planning on telling Eren, only to then hear that Eren had been locked up for acting on his own and that her dear best friend, Sasha, had been killed.

“Y/N” Armin said as they all gathered together, “We will talk to Eren and figure something out.”

“Why do you always defend him, Armin?!” Connie yelled.

“Connie...” Mikasa warned.

“No, Mikasa! You cannot defend Eren for what he did! You are doing it because of your Akerman instincts.” Connie looked at us with tears, “I lost my twin...I lost half of me...And do you know what Eren did when he heard Sasha died? That bastard laughed.”

Y/N looked at him in shock, “No...He wouldn’t-”

“Why would he laugh if you all knew everything about him?” Connie pressed.

“Let us talk to Eren. Hopefully Y/N can talk to him.” Armin said.

“What if Eren shares the same goals as Zeke?” Jean asks, “What then.”

“The scouts have medicine that can turn someone into a titan..”

“Armin” Y/N began to tear up, “No...”

“If Eren can no longer be trusted, we need to transform someone we trust into a titan and feed Eren to them.”

“But Eren still has time left!” Y/N cries.

“We know,” Mikasa hugs her, “So that’s why we need to talk to him and figure out his motives to see if he is still on our side.

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*Time skip to when Eren breaks out*

“We have an emergency!!” An officer barges into the meeting room, gathering everyone’s eyes on him, “Eren Jeager has escaped!”

“What?!” Armin exclaimed, “How?!”

“He used the War Hammer titan,” Hange sighed, “I guess his is going to meet up with the Jeagerists. We need to meet with Nicolo and figure something out”

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*At the restaurant*

“NICOLO! Stop it now!” Jean said as he held back the chef.

“She killed Sasha!” the chef cried pointing at Gabi.

“Calm down, we will handle her!” Armin said, “Y/N, Mikasa, let’s take her to another room.”

“I killed your friend. Killing me should be enough. Just don’t hurt Falco.” Gabi said.

“We aren’t going to kill you.” Y/N said.

“You can’t stop yourself from wanting to kill me right?” the little girl asked.

“No,” Armin said, “That’s all you ever talk about huh? Kill, kill, kill. You remind me of a certain someo-”

Armin was interrupted by the door opening to reveal Eren.

Everyone looked at him in shock.

“E-Eren...” Y/N sighed.

“Sit down,” Eren said showing a cut on his hand, “and keep your hands on the table.”

Everyone did as they were told, not wanting to risk and accident. There was a knock on the door.

“We’re leaving.”

“Okay.” Eren called.

“Was that Floch’s voice?” Armin asked, “You came with Floch?”

“Yeah” Eren said, “I wanted to talk to you guys in a quiet setting. We can settle Eldia’s problems without any conflict. Hange and the others will be fine. We’re just moving them.”

“We are the ones who wanted to talk to you,” Armin said, “We just wanted to know what you were thinking Eren.”

“What made you decide on your own to attack Marley.” Y/N said, “If Zeke and Yelena have really gotten you on their side…”

“I’m free.” Eren and said, “Whatever I do, whatever I choose, I do it out of my own free will”

“You met with the Yelena in secret the night of the rail opening right?” Armin asked, “Has this all been your free will since then?”

“That’s right.” Eren said

“You’re being controlled.” Mikasa said.

“Eren..” Y/N began, “You are not the kind of person who would involve innocent civilians and children, even if they live in an enemy state. You’ve cared for and thought about us more than anyone. Haven’t you? You saved us multiple times out of your own kindness right?” Her hand instinctively going down to her stomach.

“I said keep your hands on the table” Eren said sternly. “I hid myself in Liberio and spoke with Zeke brother to brother. I learned a lot then. Zeke knows more than Marley does.”

“Eren-” Armin begins.

“Armin,” Eren said, “You’re still going by and seeing Annie aren’t you? Is that out of your own will or is it Bertolts?”

Armin was taken aback, “what-”

“If memories play a major role in forming who the person is, that means part of you has become Bertolt. A part of an enemy soldiers that feels love for another enemy soldiers influencing a significant part of your judgment. You weren’t soft like this before. You never back to the enemy. Your judgment was always able to lead us to the answer. But every time you open your mouth now, it’s ‘let’s talk’ you’re absolutely useless.”

“Eren…” YN began.

“Armin you’re the one being controlled by the enemy.”

“Eren stop” Mikasa says.

“I learned about the Ackermans there too. The reason you’re strong Mikasa. It turns out the Marleyian scholars still barely know anything about titans but what came about by accident from the Eldian empires fiddling around with the subjects of Ymir during its long history was the Ackerman clan who maintain a human form but in some cases can manifest the power of the Titans. Still the Ackerman clan was designed in order to protect Eldia’s king as a result the instincts and their blood will still activate once they recognize someone as a host. In other words you only cling to me because of your instincts as an Ackerman. You obeyed my order in that moment when you were facing death. Apparently when all of those conditions are met the instincts hidden inside the Ackerman clans blood will awaken. Not only did this heighten your physical abilities to an extreme, you were even given the experience in battlefield accumulated by every past Ackerman by way of a path. All because you happened by chance to trick yourself into believing I was the host you had to protect.”

“You’re wrong.” Y/N said.

Eren turned to her with a glare, “Oh? Am I? How?”

“It wasn’t by chance,” she said, “It was because of you she was able to become strong. Because of you and your kindness.”

“Apparently once an Ackerman awakens they find themselves suffering from headaches. They say this happens out of the true self trying to resist being forced to protect its host. Sound familiar Mikasa? What I’m saying is that the real Mikasa disappeared in that mountain hunt nine years ago leaving only you behind ever faithful to your Ackerman instincts.”

“Eren stop.”

“The clan who lost their true selves created only to follow orders. In other words, slaves.”

“Eren please stop”

“Do you know what I hate the most in this world, anyone who isn’t free. That, or cattle. Just looking at the made me so angry. Now I finally understand why. I couldn’t stand to look at it and doubting slave who only ever follow orders. Ever since I was a kid I have always hated you.”

“STOP IT!” YN slapped Eren but he slammed her to the ground. “Stay Y/N”

Armin threw himself across the table and began to throw punches but Eren deflected them with ease.

“Armin we’ve never fought before, huh? Do you know why that is? It’s because there’s no way you could even put up a fight against me.” Eren slammed Armin into the ground and began stomping on him.

He suddenly stopped when a pair of arms wrapped around his torso.

“Please... stop.” Y/N said crying.

Eren looked into her eyes, “I will stop if you tell me where Zeke is. Or you can just come with us.”

He signaled the guards to pick up Armin.

“And what is it you even wanted to say?” Armin coughed, “Is that the freedom you wanted? The freedom to hurt all of us? Tell me who’s the real slave to a piece of shit?”

Eren gritted his teeth, “Who are you calling a slave? Let’s go.”

That night they went to the Shiganshina district. Eren had Y/N, Mikasa, and Armin thrown in a cell while he and his group made a plan to meet up with Zeke.

“Why…” Y/N cried as tears flowed down her cheeks, “Why would he do this?”

“I don’t know.” Armin said.

Y/N got up from her chair to lay down, but collapsed due to the pain in her stomach. She groaned in pain, clutching herself.

“Y/N!!” Jean and Mikasa cried out and rushed to help her up.

“Are you alright?” Armin asked.

“I think so…” Y/N said with tears, “But I am not sure about it…”

“...It?” Armin questions.

“I was planning to tell Eren when he got back…” Y/N said, her whole body shaking, “But he’s not the same person, I don’t know what he would do to me if he found out…”

“Found out what?” Connie asked.

“That...I’m…” Y/N shakes uncontrollably, “p-pregnant.”

“What?!”

Armin hold Y/N closer, “And that bastard floored you earlier. That can’t be good.”

“HEY!!” Jean yells through the halls, “We need a doctor immediately!! Please!!”

“Someone please!! Get a doctor!!” Mikasa screams.

“Hold on, Y/N!” Armin rubs her shoulder, “We will get you help! Just hold on. Maybe if Eren knows, he will-”

“No!” Y/N cries, “He cannot know. He must not know!”

“I can’t know what?”

Everyone gasped at the familiar voice. Eren.

There was complete silence and that ticked Eren off.

“What. Can’t. I. Know.” He annunciates. Y/N winces.

“Eren,” Mikasa starts, “Y/N is hurt. You went too hard on her.”

Eren skeptically looked at Mikasa then at Y/N. He saw how red, sweaty and pained she was.

“Are you so weak that you couldn’t handle a shove? I didn’t even do it that hard.” He chuckled.

“Eren…” Jean growled stalking towards the bars. He reached through and grabbed Eren’s shirt, “If you still have feelings for her, you will get her help.”

“Jean…” Y/N whimpers, catching Eren’s attention, “Don’t.”

Eren laughed, “You care about him don’t you Y/n? Would you hate me if I hurt him?”

“P-please don’t Eren,” Y/N said, “He’s my friend, but you are special to me.”

“Then you wouldn’t have a problem joining my cause. If I’m so special to you.”

Y/N gets up with the help of Mikasa, still clutching her stomach, “Not if it means hurting my friends.”

Eren eyes her clutching her stomach but doesn’t move, “How will I know you are not tricking me to open this cell and you all attack me?”

“Eren” Armin starts, “You have three titans and could kill us at any moment. However, Y/N, our friend, is in serious pain. Why would we risk her safety to escape from you?”

“We will go to the opposite side of the cell.” Mikasa said.

Eren seemed to be lost in thought but hearing Y/N groan in pain brings him back to reality.

“Fine,” He said, “I will take her to get help. But if any of you try anything, I will not hesitate to hurt you.”

“Thank you…” Connie breathed.

Eren took the keys to the cell out of his pocket and unlocked the cell door, “Move.”

Everyone stepped back, leaving Y/N by herself. Eren opened the door and roughly grabbed her, Y/N making her wince. “Y/N!” Mikasa flinched, causing Eren’s head to snap up, his titan marks showing up on his skin. “I’m fine! It’s okay.” Y/N said as Eren quickly dragged her out, looking back at her friends in the cell with a sad smile.

Eren walked into the conference room gathering the Jeagerists attention, “I need a doctor.” he said in a monotonous voice.

“Eren!” Floch said, “Why is Y/N out of her cell?”

“Get a doctor. Now.” Eren ordered. Everyone went out in search of a doctor while Eren and Y/N waited in an unoccupied office. Soon, a man was led in by a soldier.

“Mr. Jeager,” the man greeted, “My name is Dr. Kim, I was told you are in need of a doctor?”

“Yes. Apparently this woman is hurting in her stomach.” Y/N flinched when Eren referred to her as a woman and not by name.

“Alright. I will take a look at her and will grab you if there is anything wrong.” Dr. Kim said. Eren nodded and left.

Y/N gave a sigh of relief when Eren left, which went unnoticed by the doctor. “So,” he began with a warm smile, “What seems to be the issue?”

“Please don’t tell him anything.” Y/N whispered.

“Excuse me?”

“Please...and do not condemn him. I am pregnant with his child. He does not know. My friends and I tried to confront him, which ended up in him attacking us. Hurting me. He cannot know. But I need to know if the baby is fine.”

The doctor looks shocked. “You must tell hi-”

“No! Not right now. Please doctor. This must stay between us.”

The doctor gave a long sigh and nodded, “Alright. But I need you to take your shirt off so that I may check.”

Y/N took off her shirt, and laid down on the bed. The doctor began to feel around her lower stomach area on her very small bump.

“You have some bruising, but I believe it is alright. Have you bled at all since the incident?” He asked. Y/N shook her head and the doctor nodded.

“Well then, I believe everything is alright. Please try to take it easy. Maybe stay away from him for a while.” Y/N nodded, tears streaming down her face, “Thank you.” The doctor smiled and walked out.

The doctor walked to the other room where Eren was.

“Well?” he asked while looking out the window.

“She has bruising on her abdomen, but overall she is fine. I suggest you be careful with her.”

Eren was caught off guard by that last sentence and looked at the doctor.

“Well,” The doctor said, “I must get going. I still have many patients to attend to.”

Eren gets up and shakes the doctor’s hands, “Of course. Thank you.”

When the doctor left, Eren went to the office where Y/N was. He slammed open the door to see Y/N laying on the bed with her hand on her stomach, startling her.

“So you lied.” Eren said.

“What?” she said.

Eren walked to her and stood next to the bed, looking into her eyes with hatred, “You made it sound like something bad was happening, but you just had a few bruises. You lied to me. Did you do it to distract me from them escaping?”

“Wha-Eren! I wasn’t lying!” Y/N said.

“What are you hiding?” Eren asked.

Y/N’s eyes widened slowly sitting up, “Hiding?”

“You’re hiding something Y/N. What is it?” Eren said darkly.

“I’m not hiding anything Eren! You’re scaring me!” Y/N cries backing into the wall.

Eren slowly climbs onto the bed towards her, “You called a doctor for bruising. BRUISING. On your stomach. Isn’t that suspicious?”

“Eren-”

“I will ask you again. What. Are. You. Hiding?” He ordered. His face centimeters from hers.

“Nothing...I’m not hiding anyth-AH” Eren cut her off by roughly grabbing her and slamming her back onto the bed.

“Eren!” She cried, “Stop it! Please!”

“I will figure it out. What are you hiding…” Eren holds her hands above her head with one hand and with his other, he ripped her shirt off.

“Stop it Eren! Please stop!” Y/N cried trying to kick him off, “No! Don’t!”

But it was too late. Eren saw the bruises that littered her lower stomach…and the tiny bump.

At that moment, Eren couldn’t hear Y/N’s cries, only his heartbeat. Y/N kept crying for him to get off and to not hurt her, shaking like a leaf.

“How long…” Eren’s voice silenced her, “How long?”

“A-A m-month. Eren p-please don’t-”

“You weren’t going to tell me.”

“E-Eren-”

“You WEREN’T going to tell me!”

“YOU’RE NOT THE SAME PERSON!” Y/N screams.

She can feel Eren shaking with anger on top of her, his hold tightening around her wrists.

“Ngh! Eren! Stop it! Eren!” She cried.

“Why…” He asks with a shaky breath, “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

“You aren’t yourself. Y-You have been acting on your own. Jeopardizing everyone’s safety. My best friend was killed because of you...and...and you LAUGHED!!”

Her scream caught Eren off-guard which allowed her to push him off onto his back and start punching him.

“Why did you laugh Eren?! WHY? Why did you laugh at Sasha’s death?! Did she not mean anything to you!? WHY EREN?”

Eren laid completely still, letting her land her punches on him, he would heal anyways.

“Why are you helping Zeke?! Why are you hurting us?! Armin?? Mikasa?? Why are you hurting me??” Y/N’s began to tire and her head began to hurt she got one last punch to his face before collapsing on his chest, crying.

“Why did you turn against us??” she sobbed digging her nails into his skin through his shirt, “What happened to you?”

“I am still me-”

“No you’re not.”

“I am doing what I need to do to to save us.”

“We can find a different way.”

“There is no other way, Y/N. I need to get to Zeke. I need to prevent him from keeping Eldians from having children!”

Y/N looked up at him in shock, “What?”

“I am not going with Zeke’s plan all the way Y/N. He want me to use the Founding Titans power to make all Eldians unable to have children. But I won’t let that happen, I will connect with him and use the Founding Titan to start the Rumbling to destroy the Marlayians.”

“But why hurt us?”

“It’s best if not everyone knows what’s going on so Zeke does not get suspicious.”

He brings her face to his and kisses her lips.

“But Eren. Thousands of innocent lives will die…”

“But not everyone on Paradis,” he says trailing kisses down to her breasts, “Not you. Not the baby.”

Y/N clutches Eren’s shirt as he sucks on her nipples, “You can save everyone Eren. All this bloodshed isn’t the answer.”

“Let’s not talk about this.” He says as he trails his hand into her pants, finding her wet core. “Let me love you.”

Y/N dug her nails into his skin, whimpering as he brought her to her high with his digits.

“Erennnnnnn” She cries out in ecstasy, panting like a dog. Eren looks at her with gentle eyes. The woman he loves underneath him, carrying his future. Seeing her tiny bump awoke something in him. He suddenly rid himself of his clothes, ripped off her pants and underwear and quickly slid his cock into her heat.

“Eren!” Y/N cried out, “Be careful! I’m still sensitive there…”

Eren gives her a long passionate kiss as he begins to thrust his hips into hers, earning beautiful moans from her.

Y/N had never felt such pleasure before, Eren’s cock was hitting all the right places in her, bringing her closer to another orgasm.

“E-Eren I’m c-close” She panted.

Eren then grabbed her and flipped her on her hand and knees, pressing her head onto the soft pillow under her. He loved this position. He loved to look at her smooth back, the way her hair would be all over the place and how her big e/c eyes would look back to meet his. She was like a goddess. He began to feel her walls tighten around him, a tell sign that she was closs. He leaned over her as he went harder against her hips, earning himself louder moans, kissing her nape. His hand slithered under to to rub her clit, bringing her closer to her high.

“Nghh E-Eren! P-Please don’t stop!!” She cried.

“Cum for me Y/N.”

And she did. Her body went limp. Eren had to hold her up to that he could finish, spilling his seed into her. Eren wasn’t sure if it was physical or emotional exhaustion, but he collapsed right next to Y/N, pulling her into his arms, laying a hand on the tiny bump. Y/N on any day would love it when Eren spooned with her after sex, but she did not want to stay with him any longer. When she tried to get up, Eren’s hold on her tightened.

“Don’t leave me.”

“Eren, we can’t keep this up.”

“Please…” She stiffened as she felt wetness on her skin. Tears. “Let me hold you.”

She didn’t say anything more, but she laid back down in his hold and relaxed.

“I love you, Y/N”

Y/N looks up at Eren with teary eyes, “Eren…”

“I am doing this to save you.”

“Eren, please…”

“Please let’s not talk about this. Let me hold you both for now.”

Y/N stiffens in his arms.

“Y/N, I’m sorry about Sasha. I will kill the brat who killed her-”

“No. You will not kill a child for revenge. She knows what she did and she regrets it. Leave her be.”

“Y/N-”

“Please... Just hold us.”

Eren nods and flips you in his arms to face him.

“I hate you.” Y/N cries as she digs her face into his chest inhaling his scent.

“I know.”

“We will fight you.”

“I know.”

“We will fight to kill you.”

“I know.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

WOW! This is my first fic that I’ve ever posted on here! I’m sorry if there are some errors, but I hope you guys love it and my little twist on the story!💜

#eren jeager smut #eren yaegar #eren aot #snk eren #eren jeager x reader #eren yeager x y/n #eren yeager x reader #aot x reader #aot manga #eren yeager smut #older eren #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #eren jeager x reader smut #eren yeager x reader smut

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chrollohearttags · 1 year

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rich tech ceo!zeke hcs pls😫

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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chrollohearttags · 1 year

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

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

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

#cherry’s asks 🍒#what have I started??#zeke yeager x black reader #zeke jaeger x reader #aot zeke #zeke yeager #zeke jaeger #zeke yaeger x reader #aot x black reader #zeke drabble #zeke jeager x reader #zeke smut #black reader #black fem reader #letting him stretch me like the gum gum fruit I fear #black fanfiction #zeke x reader

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lemmetreatya · 1 year

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asking the jaegers to babysit

im loving val’s @mollyville mini series with eren, baby emiko and black fem reader and just had to write something !!

Eren

“you’re looking after your child today”

its not like he doesn’t look after the baby often but because hes most of the time being supervised by you he can feel uncertain doing it by himself? although he’s usually really good with it so you dont have to worry too much. baby loves their daddy lots and just sees it as fun time sjsksk but even if you do leave them with eren, he’ll always be calling and texting to see if hes doing shit right djdjd

Carla

“carla, please come and look after your grandchild!”

Mother Incarnate.

carla is mostly your first port-of-call for baby sitting! she had a real gift for kids and genuinely loves to look after them. she feels its her duty as a grandparent, honoured that she’s bestowed the chance to do so!

she was also one of your main helpers when the baby first came, giving you tips and health tricks to cope with post-partum depression and body changes so you trust her with your babe as much as yourself.

she also understands how sometimes you just want a break from looking after babies all day so she’s always willing to take the bundle off your hands.

Grisha

“hey grisha! sorry to disturb but is it possible if you’re able to look after the baby tonight?”

“carla isn’t available?”

on the odd occasion carla’s unavailable, you ask grisha. whenever you ask him to look after his grandchild, he’s at first shocked because ‘why on earth would you ask him of all people?’ but then he’s also worried because he doesn’t think he’d do a good job. sometimes you remind him like, grisha — you do know you’re a father of two, right? and he’d be like ‘yeah, and look how they turned out’

really, he’s honoured at the fact that you’ve asked him because again, if hes the next best option from carla then that’s a compliment, but he does try and advise against it. he’s also usually very busy so these asks happen only on odd occasions.

Zeke

“zeke, me and eren have a function tonight but we have no one to look after—”

“ill do it.”

its funny because this man would take up absolutely any chance to babysit but simultaneously disturbing since you’re weary of what exactly he’s teaching your child. he’d honestly be more of a last resort typa situation but because he loves spending time with his niece/nephew, you at least know you have an option.

it doesnt even matter if hes busy, just give him a chest baby carrier and he’s on it. hes a sucker for running errands with your little beau on his chest (he may or may not use your child as a way to get sympathy/numbers from woman ddjskdoem)

Mikasa

“hey mimi! i know you’re super busy but i just have one tinsy tiny favour to ask — and it’s desperate!”

mikasa is as much family as the others but shes always super busy with her lil etsy/amazon business that hit big! even more busy than grisha lol but she’s always so willing regardless? like even though most the time shes flying across the world and hosting events, when things get exceptionally desperate, you resort to asking her, even if it may be a bit of a lost cause.

#eren x reader #eren x black reader #eren jeager #zeke jaeger #mikasa ackerman #aot x black reader

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lemmetreatya · 1 year

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Rent-A-Boyfriend — Zeke Jaeger x fem!Reader

synopsis: You need — a boyfriend who can trick your friends into thinking your love life isn’t inept. You receive — Zeke Jaeger, a man who’d do pretty much anything for a bit of cash and a night out

warnings: none

“Heeeey, baby.”

With a saccharine smile, Zeke waltz into the small VIP section where you and your friends were currently sat.

Instantly you get up to greet him, the smile on your face wide, but the blonde didn’t give you a chance to greet him back.

“Ahh! Zeke, He—”

Unexpectedly, Zeke wields his arm behind you to grab a handful of your ass. You let out a squeak in retaliation as he uses the momentum to pull you closer so that he could land a hot kiss to your lips — as if the action just couldn’t wait until you were both within more private confinements.

In reaction, your girlfriends make various noises behind you; some of surprise and some of neutral judgment.

Once you pull away with a breathless sigh and wide open eyes, your hands automatically find their way to the plane of his chest.

“Well, hello to you too.” You finally cheese.

But alas, your smile matches his own, and you’re more than enamoured that’d he’d be this affectionate with you in public — just as you both planned.

From behind, you hear one of your friends speak up.

”So this be him, huh? Your ‘Zachary’ man?”

Both you and the blonde share a look.

Seeing as your back was to your friends you mouth a quick ‘sorry’ to him, but before you could retaliate, Zekes poking his head pass the side of you so that he could give your friend a pearly white practiced smile.

“Uh, well. Funnily enough, it’s actually short for Ezekiel?”

His tone wasn’t (that) condescending. If anything you think he was a tad bit too nice. But concerning how there was a dead stare from the other girls and not a lick of response, Zeke thought to back track his words.

“Buuuut I’ll take Zachary. Sure.”

The mood is still slightly stale, and you can hear some of the girls upwardly clear their throats. Internally you start to panic because God, were things really going wrong already?! However, being the perceptive man he was, Zeke notices your uneasy attitude and therefore tries his best to alleviate it.

"Hey. How about I get us some drinks, huh? Liven you girls up a bit. We all a fan of fun stuff?!"

A preppy chorus of 'yeah's, 'sures' and 'why nots' echo around the table, but it's you that Zeke looks down at for confirmation. With a thankful expression you nod in permit of his suggestion.

"Yeah, that sounds great, Zeke. Thank you."

Zeke buggers off towards the bar in order to get the shots whilst you easily welcome yourself back down at the table. But as soon as you sit, your friends hunch inwards with giddy expressions.

”You know, I’ve got to give it to you. I really thought you were lying out your ass when you said you had a man.”

A few of the other girls hum in agreeal but you can’t help but feel a twang taut at your heart. If only they really knew.

“Right! Now look at you, pulling all Mister Zack and shit!” Says another.

“It’s Zeke.” You find yourself saying.

The girl dismisses your comment as she rolls her eyes. You can only let out an awkward laugh before shuffling backwards into your booth seat.

Once Zeke comes back with several shots between his fingers balanced under two plates of limes, the table erupts with whoops.

“Alright!” He encourages.

The blonde places the drinks onto the table and your friends all take at one. Zeke takes two from the lot and hands you one of them.

“For you, mi lady.”

The limes are passed round and the tables buzzing at the sudden kindness of your newly met boyfriend. Seeing their happy faces made you pleased and so you easily leaned back to thank Zeke, your words sounding like a whisper over the pumping music.

“You didn’t have to get them the drinks.”

Rather than turning in your direction, Zeke’s eyes keep track of the lime plate that’s coming his way. His hand closest to you easily finds your thigh as he squeezes it in solidarity.

“It’s no problem. They looked like they needed to loosen up so I thought ‘why not?’”

An easy smile danced over your lips as you bumped your arm next to his.

“But still, thank you for buying them.”

“Oh. No, you needn’t thank me.” Zeke picks up a lime before passing you the last one. “It’s not like I brought the drinks with my own money, I just used your card that I slipped out your back pocket.”

A shock passes over you, so much so that you accidentally drop your lime into your lap.

“I—Wh, what?!”

“Bottoms up, ladies!” He suddenly shouts.

Zeke is quick to clink his shotglass against those of your friends. The other woman, unbeknownst to the information you just got landed with, cheer in accordance with the blonde man as they all take their shots. You back your drink with a delay, your mind still processing Zeke’s audacity.

The familiar fuzzy burn down your throat wasn’t comforting but it was enough to distract you from everything that’d been difficult so far.

Zeke makes a squeezed face at the sizzle of the lime before turning his head towards you, his lips only about ghosting over the shell of your ear.

“You should really mind what you put in your back pockets. Any sick fuck who’d happen to get their hands on this could really drain your account.” The blonde waves your bank card in your face before placing it on the table in front of you.

Whether he was being serious or not, you couldn’t tell but something about his words rubbed you the wrong way.

Your friends looked on with googly eyes, seemingly thinking that Zeke was saying something risqué in your ear. Not wanting to possibly give yourself away, you distract yourself by trying to smudge lime juice out of your jeans.

“And you should really mind who’s money you spend because who knows if they’ll end up plotting your demise?” You mumble.

Zeke only smirks reservedly. Despite being a heavyweight, it seems like the affects of the singular shot was already doing it’s work. You wonder if he pregamed?

“You wiiiiish.” He says teasingly with a low voice as his mouth finally latches onto the shell of your ear with a soft bite.

It didn’t hurt, but not expecting the action, you jumped away.

“What the hell?!” You screech below your breath.

Your girls jump along with you — clear confirmation that their eyes were on you both — but the pull away was too suspicious to explain. Not knowing what to say or do to try and lighten the situation, your hand tugs onto the sleeve of Zeke’s top.

“Uhh. Let’s…let’s dance. Let’s go dance.”

Giving you a credulous yet giddy look, the blonde’s eyes wash all over your body. Even whilst getting up his eyes are still on you, and part of you wonders how much of him being your date for tonight he was taking for granted.

“If you say so.” He snorts.

As you pull him by his arm, Zeke makes a damselly ‘oh!’ sound before he’s wiggling his eyebrows over at your friends and causing the lot of them to childishly woo. It only makes you scoff more as you pull him away from the group.

Squeezing between a few bodies, you plugged the both of you in a nice enough spot that meant you were still in view of your friends but not too squashed up against others.

The music pumps much louder over on this side of the venue and so you have to wince for awhile in order to adjust to the volume. However, once you do, you wrap your arms up around Zeke’s neck in gruff gesture.

Automatically, Zeke’s hands are on your waist and that sleazy smile of his is back on his face.

”Never took you for the dancing type?” He says into one of your ears and you have to force yourself not to roll your eyes.

“I’m not.”

At your words, Zeke’s hands start to rub against the small of your back. You subconsciously have to remember everything that could possibly be in your back pockets — not wanting to be a victim of theft a second time — but once you realise it’s just a lip balm, you relax a bit.

As he leans in closer, you could smell the light scent of alcohol that still clung to his tongue.

“Then why’d you pull me out here? Tryna get away from your girlypops?”

You lightly tread atop of the man’s toe. It was an accident but you definitely weren’t sorry.

“Shut up, Zeke.” You hiss. “This isn’t about them, this is about your behaviour.”

Zeke briefly pulls back to give you a credulous look, his hand briefly flying to his chest. If being a fake boyfriend wasn’t enough, he should definitely go into acting, you think.

“My behaviour? Oh no. Is my performance poor?”

“Poor? Not so much. Agitating? Entirely.” You mumble.

The both of you continue to dance tightly against each other. You’re sure anyone looking from the outside would think there was a passion between you both but you definitely know that wasn’t the case on your side of things.

With your mouth close to his ears, you bend him in forwards by the nape of his neck.

“In all truthfulness, Zeke, you’re pissing me off. I know you’re doing this as a favour, a help-out for one of your brother’s ‘little friends’, but you’ve got to take this seriously.”

Zeke sighs but simultaneously brings his hands down to hook over your ass.

“How much more serious about this do you want me to be? Because according to your girls, I’m doing a stellar job.”

With a comedic twist, Zeke turns round so that he could wave back to the table where your friend’s sat. All of them whooped and hollered in retaliation which only pissed you off even more.

Kneeing him brought his attention back to you.

“Ow!”

“Zeke, I’m being for real!” You seethe.

A scoff leaves the man’s throat but his hands are back on your ass and his cheek flat against your temple.

“And I don’t doubt that you aren’t, my love. But I think that’s the issue — you’re taking this too seriously.”

You know this relationship was supposed to be fake but you really believe this man was trying to fuck you over by being as overbearing as he could. You wriggle within his grasp, attempting to alleviate some space between you both but the blonde only squishes you against him more.

A loud groan leaves your mouth but Zeke playfully taps your ass to make sure you understood his heed.

“Come on, don’t be like this. If you continue being this anal your friends are gonna know somethings up so I suggest you keep your cool and act the part.”

Another groan left your mouth but because you had somewhat accepted that the man was speaking facts.

After all, you hired Zeke on the basis that you’d be able to convince your friends your love life wasn’t as bad as they made it out to be. The last thing you wanted was them pairing you up on blind dates again with the many incompatible options they thought would suit you.

With resignation, your body intensity relaxed into Zeke’s embrace. The man was able to feel you give in before you said it.

“Ugh, fine. Whatever.”

You could feel the vibrate of the hum Zeke made through his chest so you knew he was appeased with his slight win over you. But you couldn’t let him have that — you needed him to know he still wasn’t doing everything right.

“Also, you don’t have to use petnames when it’s just the two of us.”

“I know.” He smugly chirps.

And you sigh because even though you can’t see his face, you could only guess the one he had on.

Surprisingly to you, Zeke does fix up for the rest of the night. Well, sort of.

He doesn’t spend anymore of your money or steals your card. He does at one stage brazenly ask if you could buy him a bowl of peanuts but you give him a look that ceases his ask.

He steals your lip balm. Which, actually, you weren’t too annoyed about because he only did so once you’d told him his lips were unbelievably dry after he tried to kiss your neck.

Apart from those various things, Zeke was fine. The night had gone reasonably smooth and best of all — your friends had brought the schtick!

“Alright, boo. Make sure you get home safe, okay?”

Your friend kisses both of your cheeks with excessive mwahs. She wordlessly pats Zeke on the shoulder before getting into the uber that had just arrived. You make a small finger-to-palm gestures to her in order to bid her farewell. Zeke only nods.

Your other friends wave as they pile into the uber, a chorus of ‘byes’ singing throughout the night.

“I’ll text you when we get in.” Another friend gives you a side hug before blowing a kiss as walks to the passenger side of the uber seat. Whilst in transit, she waves to Zeke.

“It was nice meeting you, Zake!” She shouts before getting into the car.

Both you and Zeke play the part as you wave at the uber. Smiles wide as you watch the car pull off and around the corner. Once it’s out of sight, your acts are dropped and you both turn to each other in seriousness.

As you dig into your purse, Zeke’s already got a cigarette in his mouth as he brings the lighter to his face.

“A hundred, right?”

Zeke nods.

You count the money to the side, although you already know you had the right amount since you checked it before you left home. Once you counted it thrice, you reluctantly hand the money in Zeke’s direction.

Before you could even think about reconsidering the amount, the blonde snags the wad from you without thanks. He gingerly counts the amount in front of you, cigarette lodged between his lips as he focuses on the value of the money.

With a sigh, you defensively shrug your shoulders.

“What, you don’t trust my counting?”

Zeke makes a weird noise before ticking his head to the side and sucking in a sharp breath.

“Can’t lie, for what I had to put up with tonight? You’re gonna have to add in an extra forty.”

“An extra forty?!” You almost screech. “For what?!”

Zeke glances at you before looking upwards towards the night sky. A small hum leaves his throat in contemplation before he removes the cigarette from his mouth and looks back down at you again.

“I’ve been called everything but my actual name tonight. You know that kinda stuff can cause identity dysmorphia, right?”

It was so obvious he was pulling that out of his ass. And considering how he’d been spending your money tonight, you’re surprised at the sheer audacity of his ask.

“But how is that my fault? It’s them who couldn’t get it right, not me.”

Shaking his head, Zeke folds his arms over his chest. He takes a puff of his cigarette through the side of his mouth, all without the use of his hands.

“Pretty sure you wouldn’t wanna see me wound up dead on national TV with your name written all over my confessional journals and have forensics blame you for the cause of my death, would you?”

You’re too stunned to reply and so Zeke continues talking, his attitude lazily nonchalant as the cigarette dangled from his lips.

“Don’t think that’d look too good on you concerning you just introduced me to your friends—”

With a frantic gesture, you’re dipping your hands into your purse.

“Okay, okay! Fuck!”

Slapping the crumpled notes onto his chest, you huff before turning your back to him. You don’t walk far but you circle the small space of the pavement outside of the club. You wanted anything but to be in his presence right now.

“Who knew you were such a fucking cheap sket?” You mumble, but it was loud enough for him to hear.

“I’m literally a Jaeger, what more did you expect?” He replies as he stuffs the notes into his back pocket.

And in all honesty, you find yourself not being able to disagree with him because he had a point.

Seeing you were unresponsive, Zeke shrugs. At the end of the day, he’s done his job and gotten his pay — his work here was done. Patting himself down and dropping his cigarette to the floor, Zeke clicks his teeth at you.

“Alright. Well, it was good doing business with you, my love. We should toats do this again sometime.”

You turn back to him with one last look although your stubbornness prohibits you from entertaining him for long. But Zeke knows you’re only being prissy.

With a roll of his eyes, the man opens one of his arms for you to beckon to. He however doesn’t move from his spot.

“Don’t gimme that face, C’mere.” He says softly and you realise it’s the nicest he’s been all night.

You pout, still wanting to be stubborn, but it’s the way Zeke’s glasses glow underneath the streetlamps glow and the way his arm looks so inviting that pushes you to move back to him.

Your arms are folded but slowly you lean yourself into Zeke’s embrace.

As you lay your head onto his shoulder the blonde wraps his arm around your frame, before he bends down to plant a dry kiss to your temple. It’s the most platonic gesture he’s made all night but surprisingly it doesn’t make you think he’s all that bad. He smells heavy of ash smoke.

“I’ll see you around?” He says after awhile. You don’t miss how his hand squeezes your arm.

“Mm.”

You pull back from his embrace but you’re unable to look him in the eye as he unlocks his car to then get in. You stand on the pavement, watching him buckle himself in and start up the engine. And you think that’s the last he has to say to you — that is, until he rolls down his window and hangs his arm out it.

“Oh! Before I forget.”

There in his hands, Zeke waves at you a small lip balm tube. Your lip balm.

Instantly your hands fly to your back pocket and unsurprisingly, it’s empty. You give Zeke a crooked look but the man’s already throwing it for you to catch.

“I told ya! Mind what you put in your back pockets!”

Just as you catch the lip balm with several juggles, Zekes already speeding off down the road, leaving you alone on the roadside.

#cant lie i giggled a bit #zeke a real bitch #zeke jaeger #zeke x reader #lmaoooo classic zeke oml #zeke jeager x reader #zeke yaeger x reader #slight crack #aot x black reader

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