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neesieiumz · 1 year

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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.

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dilfl0v3rss · 9 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”

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writingforcuteppl · 1 year

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Sweet Revenge

PAIRING: Eren Yeager x Sister!Reader x Zeke Yeager

SUMMARY: Zeke has one mission and one mission only. Destroy Grisha just as he did with him and his mother. And what better way to do it than with his other two children.

GENRE: Smut.

WARNINGS: INCEST, manipulation, cursing.

WORD COUNT: 2.7k words

Zeke hated Grisha with his whole being. He hated how he treated him when he was a little kid. How he left him and his mother. Hated how he started a new family with another woman. How he acted like the perfect father when he was far from it. And also hated how perfect his two new children seemed to be.

Eren and Y/n Yeager. The wonder kids from Doctor Grisha Yeager. No one knew Grisha had another family before. Only his wife, Carla, was aware of it. That’s what Zeke thought after one time he bumped into Eren and Y/n. The pair only offered a quick “Sorry” and continued walking to wherever they were going.

Zeke wanted to ruin Grisha in the worst way possible. And he knew precisely how. He is going for not other than his beautiful children. As simple as that. He knew what he wanted to do was pretty fucked up, but in the end, it was what Grisha deserved, right?

Zeke saw you walking by yourself on your way home after going out with your friends. You were one street away from your house when he approached you with a friendly demeanor, trying to not scare you away. He started the conversation by introducing himself, saying how he is one of your dad’s patients and how he saw you one day at his clinic. You looked at him with surprised eyes. You don’t actually remember him at all since you usually help your dad whenever the clinic is packed with patients, but you have to admit, sometimes you can be distracted. So you just brushed off his comment. Maybe he was right. Zeke couldn’t believe how easy it was to trick you. You were gullible, and it was perfect for his plan.

The two of you continued to talk, well mostly it was Zeke complimenting how the dress you were wearing really suited you or how the pins on your hair matched your dress. And you smiled at him. You loved all his comments. You always received compliments from the people in your life, also from people on the street, and every time you heard them, you were thankful for them. They always made your day. Eren was the one who complimented and praised you the most.

After some time, you checked your phone and noticed you lost 30 minutes talking to Zeke, and you were supposed to arrive at your home 10 minutes ago. You told Zeke you were sorry, but you really needed to go home. He understood and said goodbye to you, but of course, he managed to get your phone. You waved goodbye and started to walk to your house.

Zeke was charmed by you. Those 30 minutes he spent talking to you helped him realize this plan of his was going to be perfect because he gets to corrupt sweet little you.

The days passed, and he managed to get closer to you. The two of you met outside your house or his house. He always sends you “good morning” messages every single day since you met him on your way home. Always wanting to talk to you about whatever you were doing and asking you about your family. Those were the most important conversations, and he understood something.

You were really close to Eren. You explained to him Eren was always there for you, always taking care of you, spoiling and praising you since you were his little sister. And you always manage to start talking about Eren in whatever conversation the two of you are having. You also said how much you love your parents, how they always took care of you and Eren, and how they make sure you have a happy life. Zeke was in disbelief because he knew better. Grisha was nothing like that when he was little.

The more you talked and spent time with Zeke, the more you started to fall for him. He made you feel appreciated in ways no one has ever, except for Eren, of course. You suppose that is what people call being in love, or at least that’s what Zeke told you. Whenever you saw Zeke’s name pop up on your screen, you felt your stomach bubble excitedly.

Your friends and family were happy to finally see you in love, except for Eren. Whoever was taking all your attention was starting to get on his nerves. Grisha took notice of Eren’s reaction when you mentioned you were talking to a guy you met a few weeks ago. Eren told Grisha he was just being overprotective of you since he’s your big brother. And no one will ever be enough for you.

Zeke always managed to be talking to you via messages, phone, or video calls. You were always with your phone in hand. And ready to meet him whenever he told you he wanted to see you. You slowly started to drift away from the people in your life. The only thing on your mind was Zeke. Zeke and the way he always complimented your outfit of the day. Zeke and his soft voice talking to you so you could sleep quicker. Zeke and his praises whenever he heard your sweet moans coming out while he was touching you, wanting to see your pretty face while you came. Zeke, Zeke, Zeke.

But your family wanted to meet this guy who had your head over the moon. Eren was against it. That guy was able to take all your attention, leaving nothing to him.

Zeke told you he was going to meet your family soon, but it was still not the time. You didn’t understand why he was trying to postpone it, but you really didn’t care. Being with Zeke was enough.

Three months into your relationship and you told him your parents were going to be out for two days, and Eren was going to be with his friends over those two days, so you had the house for yourself, and you didn’t want to be alone, so you invited him to come over. Who was he to deny something to you?

It was the last day you were going to be alone at your house. Eren was returning at noon and your parents in the evening, but you didn’t want Zeke to leave you. The past two days were like a honeymoon for the two of you. Zeke fucked you as he pleased. There was no one to bother with your moans and groans. Zeke felt he was in heaven whenever he was deep down inside your pussy. He really didn’t care if you were his half-sister. It was as if you were made just for him. Always taking him so well every time he wanted.

That day, when Eren returned to his house, he heard your whimpers and moans, combined with the sound of skin slapping. He stormed to your room and opened the door without any type of warning. The sight of you, with another man’s dick inside of you, made his blood boil.

Eren would’ve been lying if he said the sight of you being all cockdrunk didn’t affect him. He already has lost count of how many times he has made himself cum at the pure thought of fucking his little sister.

“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING TO HER?” Eren shouted at Zeke, and he only smirked.

“Fucking her senseless, can’t you see?” Zeke responded to him, and you saw Eren in the eyes for the first time.

“I’m sorry ‘Ren” Your eyes started to fill with tears. You didn’t want Eren to see you with another man. He was your brother, after all. And no good girl should be seen by her brother getting fucked by another man. You started to feel overwhelmed, and you didn’t know why. Was it the fact Zeke seemed to go harder on you the moment he saw Eren in the room? Maybe it was because you were embarrassed. After all, your brother found you fucking someone. Or maybe, just perhaps, the fact that your brother didn’t seem mad and looked like he was enjoying the view?

“Zeke, I’m gonna-” you managed to say, never stopping looking into Eren’s eyes.

“Go on, show your brother the big girl you are” Zeke felt you clench around his cock, and it almost made him cum too, almost.

Zeke looked at Eren, still standing at the entrance of your room. He could see Eren wanting to do something more. In this plan, he heavily relied on Eren’s feelings for you. He wouldn’t have made all of this if he knew Eren only saw you as his little sister. No. He knew damn well he needed a little push to break Eren’s composure. He knew it the moment he heard Eren and his friends one night at a bar talk about all the things Eren would do to you if you weren’t his sister. How he would be inside of you, fucking you day and night, fantasizing about how you would sound moaning his name. Zeke laid you down on your mattress and sat down at the edge of your bed, looking at Eren.

“So, are you gonna stand there and watch? C’mon, Eren, for someone who wants to fuck this little princess over here, you’re not doing much” Eren seemed to snap out of it after hearing Zeke’s words, and he made his way to you. He spread your legs so he could see your used cunt. He could see the mix of yours and Zeke’s juices spurting out of your tight hole, making him groan. You tried to close your legs since you didn’t want your brother to look at you directly at your pussy, but he was stronger. You felt one of Eren’s fingers slide up and enter your pussy, collecting the juices before they could entirely fall into your sheets. You whined. This is wrong. Your brother shouldn’t be touching you like this.

“Look at this mess. You just let any guy fuck you when I should be the only one doing it” Eren’s tongue licked your clit. He could taste you and Zeke at the same time. It was the most disgusting yet arousing thing he’s ever done. You whimpered. Eren couldn’t care less if he was also tasting Zeke. He wanted to keep hearing you make those sweet sounds that were coming out of your mouth. He started to suck your clit, sending waves of pleasure all over your body. The more he sucked, the louder your moans began to get. Each and one of your moans had an effect directly on Eren’s cock. He couldn’t wait to actually fuck you.

“Eren, please?” you didn’t know what you were asking. You didn’t know if you wanted him to stop or if you wanted him to go further with you. Eren looked up, staring directly into his eyes, and you whimpered. His gaze was so penetrating. He looked at you with pleading eyes, the exact look you had whenever you wanted to get something out of him. You grabbed him by his hair and yanked his head away from you, making him stop his ministrations to your clit. Eren looked as if he was drunk. His nose and mouth glistened with your cum and juice, and of course, Zeke’s too.

“Can you please…” For the first time since Eren started eating you out, you turned your gaze and looked, and Zeke nodded, showing he was ok with what you were going to ask. You returned your gaze to Eren. “Can you fuck me, please?” you looked at Eren with pleading eyes. Zeke was smiling. This definitely is going better than he expected. You heard Eren curse after hearing your words, but you were looking at Zeke. He looked different. As if he wasn’t mad, his girlfriend’s brother was going to fuck her at any moment. As if he wanted this just as much as you and Eren.

“You have no idea of how much I’ve been dying for those words to come out from this pretty mouth of yours. Fuck!” You were able to see that Eren was already half-naked undergarments were long forgotten on the floor of your bedroom. The tip of his dick was playing with your entrance, smearing the mix of his saliva and cum all over your pussy, lubricating himself so he could slither into you. Slowly, he entered you, and you both moaned in unison.

“Fuu- ‘Ren, it’s too big. It won’t fit.” you cried out. You felt Eren’s length stretch you out, and it felt like he was splitting you in half. You were able to hear the lewd sound coming from below you as he was going deeper into you, juices squirting out of you.

“I’ll make it fit, angel” Eren let out a groan after he felt your pussy clench around his shaft. “You’ve been just fucked, and you’re still so tight. Are you sure this boyfriend of yours is fucking you properly? Zeke growled at his comment, but you couldn’t care less. When he was finally all inside you, he whispered, “You know how many nights I’ve dreamt of this angel? How many times I’ve come while I hear your whines and whimpers coming out from your room in the middle of the night, wishing it was me, the one making you make those noises? Fuck you are taking me so well.” Eren gave you a sweet kiss on your forehead and continued fucking you. This wasn’t only a fuck of one night to Eren. No. Zeke could see the way Eren was holding your hands while he was fucking you, the way he showered your face with sweet kisses, and the way he was whispering how good of a girl you were for him, telling you how much he loved you. Basically, whispering sweet nothings to you. Zeke wasn’t going to admit it, but he was jealous. He was jealous because you didn’t react like that with him. Deep down, he knew this was only a side Eren would always have. Him and only him.

“Eren, can I cum, please?” you sobbed, too overwhelmed after the first orgasm you already had. Eren looked at your teary and pleading eyes. How could he say no to you? His sweet little angel, who is always so good to him.

“Cum all over my cock, princess” That was enough for you to trigger your orgasm. Eren came just right after you. Milking your insides with his seed. Eren felt he was in heaven. Maybe heaven is deep inside of your cunt, and he was missing out on it. “You’ve done so well, angel. Good girl,” Eren gave you a tender kiss on the lips. You were able to taste yourself and Zeke. It was weird but hot.

Eren could see your sleepy eyes starting to close. So the two of you cuddle on your bed. Slowly drifting away as you forgot Zeke was still in your room.

“Kids, we are home” Zeke heard Carla’s voice coming from the living room, and he smiled. Showtime. “Do you think they’re out?” She asked Grisha, who was slowly making his way to your room, to check if you were actually at home. He opened the door to your room and froze at the sight. You and Eren were naked and cuddled up. He wasn’t stupid. He knew exactly what happened.

“Interesting, am I right?” Zeke questioned in a mocking tone. Zeke was looking directly into Grisha’s eyes. “You know, you should pay more attention to your children. And you need to educate them on what’s wrong and right because this-” he pointed at you and Eren’s sleeping bodies “Is definitely wrong and illegal.”

“You did this, didn’t you?” Zeke chuckled.

“A little price you need to pay for what you did” Zeke stood up from your desk chair, grabbed the pack of cigs that was on your desk, and left your room. Grisha started to follow him, leaving behind whatever he was going to say to you for later.

Zeke was almost exiting the house when he turned around and said, “You ruined my life. Now we’re even.”

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hangeslefteye · 1 year

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ZEKE ACTUALLY İN LOVE HC'S

Soft!Zeke but it's sooo hard to imagine and write if OOC let me know.Also I've been thinking about him a lot recently.Time for my ''I can fix him''hours.(Liking soft!Zeke is an another lvl of character observation skills congrats if you are here xD )

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He wants to know EVERYTHİNG that crosses from your mind how you think about EVERYTHİNG.A lot of people -including me-label him toxic masculinity but he's pretty much the only man that will ask your opinion on world hunger?WW3?Feminisim?LGTB rights? etc... He wants to know how your brain works from head to toe without revealing too much about himself.Even sometimes he asks weird ethics scenerios such as bla bla bla happened would you cheat on your husband type of xD LOTS OF PHİSOPHİCAL QUESTİONS.LOTSSS OF.Which he asks SOME OF these with everybody he's close to such as Colt,Pieck,Porco,Reiner...But never this intense.HE'S OBSESSED WİTH YOUR BRAİN JUST GİVE HİM EVERYTHİNG!!!

HE VALUES YOUR OPİNİON.He doesn't do this one with anyone lmao.You can feel special at this point because this even suprise those who's close to him.For example smoking in doors?Just tell him you don't like it and HE'LL STOP.No arguments,no 'convincing' he just stops.Especially at bigger decisions he'll take your opinion over his.

Does anyone remember Xavier?Zeke claim him as his father and value him deeply.But Xavier manipulated him to snitch his parents and with his plan.Zeke I think understood this for the very first time when Grisha hugged him in the paths.Considering he's possibly the smatest character in the series love clouded him too much.He's quite open for manipulation coming from his loved ones maybe that's why he's quite distant to start with.

I feel like you can ONLY TRULY make sure he's in love with you if he's talking about his childhood,parents and Xavier.Which will come in blanks.He'll feel like he's said too much and cut it many times.Maybe he thinks this is unnecessary,cringy or simply it's just way too painful.But at one point he wants to be understood with his everything and this is where he picks up he's fcked because ONLY AT THİS POİNT he'll understand he has feelings for you.He's TERRİFİED of an another Xavier situation so if he opens up you might not see him for an easy a couple of weeks lol.You're lucky if he ever comes back.

Also he's great at reading people his distant with.İf he hasn't got feelings for you he can tell you are in love with a single glance.Sadly this won't work if he's also into you xD.Another oblivious fool like Eren.He might even take your attention for something sinister you are up to and begin to mess with you.He thinks he's playing mind games lol.But suprise you are in love with him and this has no logical explanation or manipulative check-mate.He's going crazy that he can't defeat you lmao.He needs someone close to him stating it even if it's a joke.

After this realisation he would take you to a couple of cliche dates(Which he pays my 'who pays the date aot HCS'was a joke lmao) because he claim he understands what women want XD At this stage he's quite goofy and just laughing around,having fun.No interest in knowing one further -as this is bounding to him-Overall very gentlemanly,talkative and funny.It would be impossible to get bored with this man.Might come off too casual and somewhat shallow at first but if he's truly interested you WİLL understand.

On the other hand I don't really think sex is a thing for him when it comes to showing affection.He would just do it because he wanted to and not because he was 'attracted' to you so thinking sex was important to him would be a huge delusion.His love language is either quality time or gifts but he secretly enjoys recieving physical affection yet I can't say if he equally returns it.İt would feel weird to him.(When Grisha hugged Zeke in the pathssss AAAAAAA)

#zeke jaeger #zeke yeager #zeke jeager x reader #zeke x reader #zeke jeager smut #zeke smut #zeke aot #aot zeke #attack on titan headcanons #attack on titan imagine #attack on titan scenarios #attack on titan x you #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyoujin x reader #shingeki no kyoujin headcanons #I think he's a bit demiromantic #I absolutely got this vibes from him

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tiazvni · 1 year

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no backtalk | multi.

words : 862

warnings : fem!reader, black coded, choking, squirting, mating press, backshots, dumbification <3

you squeak as your boyfriend pressed you further into the mattress, his heavy hand resting on your upper back, slotted just between your shoulder blades, forcing you into the meanest arch possible as he fucked you within an inch of your life.

his thrusts were deep in this position, and the sheer force of his strokes left you sobbing. with three orgasms having already been ripped from you previously - two from his thick fingers, and one from his mouth - your body has since gone limp, your mind buzzing with euphoric numbness.

“s-s’too deep, baby!”

your whines were hardly audible over the wet squelching of your pussy as he met you thrust for thrust, but from the sound of his airy laugh, you knew your boyfriend heard you loud and clear.

“too deep?” there was a teasing lilt to the low rumble of his voice. “you told me you could take it, sweetheart.”

oh, you know what you said, but that was the hennessy talking.

having been with your boyfriend for the past seven months, you felt that some liquid courage was required before telling him - the man with the biggest dick you’ve ever seen, and a cocky attitude to match - that you were finally ready for sex.

truth be told, drunk-you talked a big game. while you were normally shy and reserved, she had the confidence sober-you wished she could exude. your mind raced with flashbacks of you sitting on your boyfriend’s lap, whispering to him that you wanted to be stuffed full with his cock, boasting that you weren’t one for tapping out.

it was then when you realized that you bit off more than you could chew.

your breath catches after one particularly vicious thrust, feeling the bulbous head of his dick drag repeatedly against that spot deep within you that made you tremble and keen uncontrollably. though your cries were cut short when the hand keeping you molded to the mattress slithered around your throat, lifting you from your arch and pressing your back to his chest.

“and after all that backtalk.” he tsks, the warmth of his breath on the shell of your ear making you shudder. “i knew i’d have you dumb on my dick.”

you whimpered at the low timbre of his voice, nearing the precipice of your desire for a fourth time that night as his other hand snaked around to your front to rub tight circles on your clit. the overwhelming sensation makes your eyes roll back, your thighs shaking and pussy clenching as he continued to fuck you raw.

“shit,” he hissed, “you’re so fucking tight.”

he trembles behind you, groaning in your ear with each new thrust into your wet heat. a breathless giggle escaped your lips - you couldn’t help but feel a bit prideful at the thought of bringing such pleasure to a man whose body and stature were akin to a fucking god. that feeling was short-lived, though.

without any warning, he pulls out before manhandling you onto your back, towering above you with a feral glint in his eyes. he licked his lips at the sight of you - faux locs falling from your loose bun, bare breasts jiggling with each heaving breath, and shaky inner thighs glistening with your wet, creamy arousal.

you were absolutely breathtaking.

“so fucking pretty,” he hums, pushing your thighs to your chest to give himself a better view of your pussy. and without missing a beat he gripped his dick, pumping it a few times before slapping it against your clit.

you cry out, your eyes soon widening as he then teased your entrance with his tip, the slight stretch of his dick from this angle dangerous enough to make you delirious with both pain and pleasure.

“w-wait, wait!” you gasped, pressing against his abdomen the moment he sank a few inches deeper. “s’too much!”

“nah, move your hands,” he challenged. “you said you wanted to be full of my dick, right? let me fill you then.”

he bottoms out in one swift thrust before you can react, knocking the air from your lungs but still giving you a moment to adjust. it’s ridiculous how deep you could feel him - he was practically in your tummy.

“can’t believe you kept this pussy from me for seven months,” he seethes, but you hardly registered his words, or his tightened grip on your thighs. that blissful numbness in your brain had increased tenfold - nothing else mattered except how amazingly full you felt in that moment.

and then he started moving.

you screamed as the head of his dick attacked that spot within you once more - hard, heavy, and with timely precision - your voice reaching octaves neither of you were used to. the sensation had you quivering, your arousal suddenly squirting around his dick as your fourth orgasm hit you like a freight train.

“fuuuck,” your boyfriend groaned as he fucked you through it, shuddering at the feel of your cunt spasming around him. it nearly triggered his own release, but he managed to hold off, craving to have you completely and utterly pliant before finally giving into his primal urges.

“i hope you know we’re not done here, sweetheart.”

gojo, eren, toji, zeke, geto, reiner, choso, jean, and any of your faves <3

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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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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 · 9 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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mommypieck · 1 year

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what about zeke and his virgin gf

༺ ♱ ༻ what happens after dinner?

✿ zeke jeager

✿ smut

you can't help but to think about how he always tiptoes around you. you know that zeke is far more experienced than you and it's a miracle he started something with a virgin like you.

your hand find it's way on his thigh.

"thank you for the date." you say with a smile, looking at him while your hand draws circles on his thigh. zeke's breath hitches when he notes that your hand is too close to his aching cock. he's already hard from the night and he's glad that you haven't noticed the hungry looks he's been giving you throughout the night. you carefully put your hand over his cock, stroking it softly to show him you're really glad for the night. his hand slips from the steering wheel as he grips your own.

"what are you doing?" he says and you can feel the panic in his voice. you look up atbhim innocently, batting your eyelashes and smiling, "nothing. i just want to make you feel good."

he chuckles lowly, "wait until we get home, sweetheart. i don't want to make you cum on the backseat yet."

the rest of the rides feel unnecessary long, both of you notice that.

he picks you up as soon as you exit his car, carrying you to the bedroom. you blush at the tenderness he treats you with. he lowers you on the bed before crawling on top of you, kissing you deeply. you have make out before but this time it feels more intimate, now that you're both needy for each other.

"can i take this off?" he whispers against your lips and you can't help but to obligate. he starts unbuttoning your dress shirt carefully, button after button. involuntary, he let's out a low moan when he comes in sight with your lacy bra. he kisses down your body, ignoring the need to peel of your underwear off your body. after few minutes, he can't resist thr urge anymore and he rips off your bra off your body.

"oh fuck jesus." he groans when his gaze lands on your breasts. he hesitates for a moment, looking down at your sprawled out body. he knows he can keep going when he sees your pleasured face. he latches his mouth onto your breast, sucking and pinching your nipples. your back arches of the bed as you pull hard on his hair, making him moan against your chest. he pulls out after a moment to admire his artwork. your body is covered in red bruises and zeke can't get enough of that sight.

he spreads your legs and chuckles when you try to close them with him in between them.

"i didn't know you wanted me in between your legs that much." he says, holding your legs open. you let out a tiny "sorry" before hesitantly opening them again. his fingers graze your underwear, smiling when he sees a tiny wet spot at your crotch. you wiggle at his touch, your hands coming to cup his arms that hold you open.

"i know. i know." he murmurs before slipping your panties off. he thinks he might melt at thr sight in front of him.

"my my so wet." he chuckles, fingers caressing your folds.

"im so glad, im your first." he says as he licks a long stripe from your clit to your opening. you grip his hair at the stimulation, encouraging him to continue. his tongue plays miracles on your clit, abusing the little bud and making you squeal. you let out a small yelp when his fingers prob at your entrance. you're wet enough so can easily slide one finger in. the stimulation is new to your, not having ever fingered yourself. it doesn't feel bad, just strange. soon another finger joins the first and he thrusts them hard and fast in and out. you almost feel ashamed at yourself for the moans you let out. his fingers speed out and soon you're cumming all over his palm. your body spams, orgasm completely overtaking your body.

"im gonna put it in now." he says and you notice that he'd already undressed himself while you were in ecstasy. his cock stands proud in between his legs and you have to bite your lip, not knowing if it's gonna fit. he catches your expression, "don't worry, it's gonna fit. im gonna make it fit."

you open your legs a bit more so he can position himself in between them.

"is it gonna hurt?" you ask when you feel him press at your opening. he smiles down at you, "with how wet you are? probably not."

he presses into you and you can't help but to wince in pain. he shushes you with a kiss before pressing harder. soon he's balls deep into your cunt. he gives you some time to get used to him before slowly thrusting. his thrusts are gentle and he's testing waters, noting what you like. after some time, you become inpatient as you try to fuck yourself on his cock. he chuckles at your effort, thrusting harder this time. soon his thrusts become fast and hard, making your whole body move on the bed. the only sounds that can be heard are your moans and skin slapping against skin.

"im close." you whine when his thrusts focus on the special spot inside of you.

"me too." he groans, thrusting deeper. you cum with a loud moan, coating with cock with your juices. he comes seconds later, shooting right inside of you.

you two lay in silence before he turns over to kiss you on the lips.

"so how was it?" he asks with a sly smile. you blush at his question, "could been better."

#aot smut #aot x reader #attack on titan #snk #attack on titan smut #aot headcanons #attack on titan x female reader #attack on titan x you #attack on titan x reader #zeke yaeger x reader #zeke jeager x reader #zeke jeager smut #zeke jaeger #zeke x reader #zeke yeager #zeke jeager x y/n #zeke jeager #zeke jeager x you

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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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mrswint3rs · 3 months

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Can you do a Zeke one?

𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 ᯐ

pairings- Professor! Zeke x Fem! Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And him in general.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“In…all aspects?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“ Give it to me, please.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s my girl.”

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bruhstories · 6 months

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in heat

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sorry, 'm sorry-"

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

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

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

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

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

"Wait, I can't-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What about you?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes. Fuck yes."

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Sugar Daddy HC's for Zeke and Reiner (MİNORS CAUTİON)

I can't believe I'm simping over blond men I have always been a brunet person but this duo is just.. uffff <3 I got sugar daddy headcanons for ZEKE and REİNER because in a MODERN!au where they have money they are most likely to look for a sugar baby :D

Zeke: (Emotionally unstable daddy)

Most likely to met with his sugar baby in a insider event such as a private life club meeting etc.Fast to get to point of what he wants: Your companionship.He just wants a companion to ease his loneliness and someone to show around hooked onto his arm <3 Quite generous, at this point you can get whatever you want.Dresses?Shoes?Bags?Makeup? You can have it all from the best brands all you need to do is to ask for.He just wants to spoil you rotten <3 Just make sure to thank him properly like a good girl does and be reactive.

He loves the thrill of seeing you suprised and cherished.But be careful because he isn't afraid to call you out if you get too greedy too soon.'Tck tck tck... somebody is being a little ungrateful lately,is this what a good girl does?' DONT EVER EXPECT to get into his head to make him spend more than he's willing to.He's still very smart and can sense your manipulation from a mile away.And good things does not happen when he does.Women simply does not break his into his brain.Don't take advantage of his kind intentions and be a good girl for your already very generous daddy.

Only down side of his is that he's İNCREDİBLY secretive.You might even don't know what he does to get this filty rich which worries you crazy even his friends just...feels wrong?He'll just shush you gently if you try to ask.You often see him lost in thoughts.Are they about job?Is he okay?What is he even thinking??You simply don't get to take a peek of his inner world so better be grateful for the soft exterior he wants to show you and don't shove your nose into daddy's business.

Zeke doesn't necessarily expect sex,it isn't included in the deal package but %100 will tease you just for his own enjoyment.If you were to play along he's very cherished <3 Yet this doesn't mean he'll give you whatever you want, whenever you want.His sexual spoilings does not come unconditionally like anything fancy you own.You have to DESERVE it.You can start with kindly asking your daddy and use your big girl words when you do so.Even then he wants to hear more of your pleas 'Are you sure sweetie?Is this where you want it?Were you a good girl today?Use your words with me.'If lately you behaved like he wants you to, you can have your DESERVED orgasm.Make sure to thank your considerate daddy to not to misbehave.Yet he must punish you if you were to do so.His favorite punishment is edging and orgasm control.Which can last HOURS if he's not convinced that you regret your misbehaviour.'You think you can fool me with your crocidile tears?I'm not that stupid dear.Yeah,yeah you are sincere...sure.'He can go anywhere from making you use his thigh to his shoes or maybe just USE YOU as a cock warmer only to edge you for hours with no orgasm.At such times you simply can't believe the control he has both over you and himself.If you piss him off enough he might slap you gently but chokes are for good girls.

His aftercare is all about his mood swings.He can simply just cuddle with you to kiss away your tears 'You are such a good girl for daddy.Well done, sweetie' Or he can just get dressed and walk away to leave you all by yourself which would make anyone feel degraded and vulnerable.It will take some time until you understand his sudden cold attitude and swings.

Reiner: (Depressed Daddy)

He's most likely to met his sugar baby on a safe distance where he can adore them but they can't come close.His baby can be a singer or a performer he saw at a low end cabaret.He'll come to see them every.single.night when they perform and he gets lost at the image of them high key transfixed.He tries to hold himself back from making a move but ends up with sending real fancy gifts to your backstage.Flowers,hand made jeweleries,anything designer and expensive, with no name on it?Who wouldn't wonder such a mysterious fan??Yet It's hard to unsee a 190 brute looking at you like you are the very first woman his hazel eyes ever seen.Even when the first move comes from his dear baby he's astonished.He would do his hardest to stay away because he does not deserve you yet he took a taste of your sweet words and can't let you go now.He knows it's selfish but he wants you all to himself so impossibly no one close to him ever knows about you, let alone him showing you off.You are super secretive like anything about him.

In the mean time he'll do everything to be worthy enough for his sugar baby.He'll spoil you rotten not only with riches but with meaningful gifts aswell such as photo albums,flowers,your favorite drinks,foods etc.He keeps them all in his mind.Thinks very hard on what pleases you.Overall VERY thoughtful and caring.İf you decide to misbehave %100 can see through your greedines but he will stay silent just to have you by his side.After all you deserve a better daddy anyways.You won't understant whats pulling him down so far.

Because he lies to you about his job.Maybe by telling he has a real estate agency or so.But you never met with his coworkers?Is it really what he does?Does all the riches come from there??You don't get to have a peek into your daddy's life by any meanings.He is super secretive and you don't even get to ask him.He'll shush you in a cold manner you are not used to.'Don't ask questions you can't handle the answers of' and this could be the end of your inquires.İf you insist he will break your heart on purpose to pull himself back.Things shouldn't have gotten here anyways.He must keep his baby safe from the guilt trap he fell no matter what.

Things get steamy and passionate fast with his princess YET due to 'not worthy enough' feeling he keeps himself away from having sex or anything too intimate.He always pulls back just when you are almost hurt with needines you two share.All because he's sure you wouldn't stick by his side if you knew more.He doesn't want you to regret later or get more emotionally attached.But this doesn't change the fact that he's TOUCH STARVED and if you can find the right moment of his barriers crackling, you can make it into his brain which will make him fall apart.But he has his methods.

Such as secretly masturbating to your sleeping form.Which worked well for him until one night he's edged enough to get his brains fried and can't think anymore.He gently woke you up with his gruff voice.'Wake up princess.Daddy has one last gift for you.'Next thing you knew is his mouth over your pussy as his hands held your thighs open.He takes his sweet sweet time to be gentle which drives you crazy,also won't let you be hasty with your own movements.Always keeps his hands on your hips to control the pace.'Keep it slow princess.You will hurt yourself' Reason of his overwhelming control could be to make himself last aswell.He just wants to savor it as much as he can.

As for aftercare it's him that needs one.Especially after the very first time he's just broken down in tears and admitting all of his secrets that's been eating him out.If you were to accept him for who he is and agree to be his 7/24 dedicated therapist you will get the kindest,most generous and the most playful daddy ever <3

Afternotes:Reiner is criying again I'm so sorry xD I love him so much but after sex he would literally admit that he's the armored titan and Berthold the colossal IN TEARS XD And Zeke can be a cold bitch when he feels like being one but do I love him for that???????

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