#zeke!anon

[mrswint3rs]

Can you do a Zeke one?

𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 ᯐ

pairings- Professor! Zeke x Fem! Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And him in general.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“In…all aspects?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“ Give it to me, please.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s my girl.”

mlist

[yucksoup]

Redraw of Vol. 28 cover.

[24-guy]

Psst, you should draw secret relationship michie kiss-

(perhaps around a corner from the rest of the nerd squad? The locker room before the big game?)

Hi. I really really loved this idea and I hope it was worth the wait, since I couldn’t get it to look a way that I liked. It’s one of the few ones I’ve done where if I felt like I could do it properly, I’d fully render it. Which is why I’ve actually done a semi-alright looking lighting scheme. Love me a purple and orange light situation.

[jjkeremika]

Hi, how you doing? I love how you write, so, csn iirequest some Zeke x fem!readerslight smut? Its been a while since i read something about him. Thank you ❤❤

hello, my friend ! thats so nice, thank you <3 you absolutely can request Zeke Jaeger x fem!reader light smut! i hope its okay.

here's what im thinking...

with Zeke, there's always some sort of implication. whether it be bland and simple, or soft and sexy--it was always there, hidden and exposed: a hanging question; an additional thread.

maybe it was in the look he cast you: stern apart from an insinuating brow; steely except in the swirling and suggestive whirlpools of his irises; stoic despite the flickering, mischievous fluorescent light off the glasses.

an unspoken suggestion revealed in the slightest twitch of his lip to an upward curve. in his lingering admiration.

"yn, shall we..." his deep voice was always steady and smooth, collected yet drawn out like an overplayed, hardy record. "move somewhere a little more..." his eyes ambitiously twinkled like the sun's reflection on wet snow. his tone intimately laced with an emotion no vernacular could relate. "comfortable?"

the expecting look, the feather touch of his cool fingertips against warmed skin, the soft sway of his beard as he spoke, as you couldn't take your eyes off his lips, as you swore he was leaning closer--as he tiptoed around the implication like an amateur intruder avoided spotlight.

imperfectly.

"like a couch?" a soft palm graced your exposed thigh, slid easily under the flimsy skirt fabric like it wasn't even there. he leaned close to your ear, the soft yet prickly facial hair barely brushed against the sensitive skin of your neck and cheek. "or maybe a bed?"

obviously.

Zeke pulled away slightly, allowed himself to indulge in the sight of your parted lips and astonished, accepting eyes. you stopped breathing as he hogged the hot air. your reflection boldly cast across the glasses. "just anywhere horizontal, really."

he smirked at your audible inhale, practically a choke. his hand twitched in a looming threat to tighten around the limb.

"why only horizontal?" you were capable of only shallow breaths, unsatisfactory to the indiscernible mess of emotions flooding your gut, caving into your pelvis. despite the intense blood flow, restrained the overbearing need to jump on him, you matched his locked gaze and managed out, "we can have fun vertically too."

you were entranced with the rapid dilation of his pupils, noticed the slight tension encompass his neck and shoulder muscles as he took a controlled breath.

the large hand stretched around your thigh and followed the natural curve, right to the intimate plush of a cheek that so easily contorted under his grip, so willingly accepted his outstretched palm.

the clasp of his fingernails into the fatty skin evoked a sharp exhale—distracted you long enough from preventing the air from desperately escaping captivity, from stopping Zeke from resting an arm against the wall and closing in.

he pounced at the opportunity, collapsed his forehead against yours and needily pressed his lips to yours. took advantage of your open mouth and dipped his tongue inside, licked around like collecting melting ice cream on a cone. dropped his second hand to your cheek, stepped in further and kept you close.

close enough to feel the heat radiating off his larger body, condensing into the tickling sweat along your hairline, seeping into the pounding vessels and arteries running through your body. close enough to feel his shoulders contorting over you, bending down to kiss you deeper. close enough to feel the solid, huge erection at your waist, to feel the throbbing pulse vibrate through the fabric against your abdomen.

Zeke’s second hand joined his other, quickly adapted to the home of your bum and suddenly swept you off the ground, roughly fell into the wall. you didn’t even notice the pain from the wall due to the adrenaline in your blood, because of the insistent grinding of your clothed clit against his hard erection as he rubbed you between himself and the paneling.

he kept his mouth on yours, swallowed every single gasp and sound like he was starved. muffled each moan like it was his dream occupation and he was gunning for a lucrative promotion.

your brain flicked through each feeling like a slideshow: the fondling and squeezing of his hands against your cheeks and upper thighs; the electricity and friction where your crotch met his; the sloppy and wet meshing of your lips with his; the cold and stubborn wall scratching against your hot and flexible spine.

the soft and quiet noises still flooded the room, concentrated into a building ringing in your ears deciphered into one simple word—easily summed up in a single desire. and with Zeke, it was always more. more and more and more.

[youre-ackermine]

Sunburst: a sudden brief appearance of the full sun from behind clouds

Characters: Levi Ackerman / Hange Zoe / Petra Ral / Erwin Smith / Miche Zacharias / Nanaba / Zeke Jaeger / Nifa (mention) / Moblit Berner (mention) / Yelena (mention)

Pairing: Levihan (friendship) / Rivetra / Zekehan / Erumike (implied)

Wordcount: 2265 approx.

Modern AU / SFW / Levihan slow burn / High school friends / Established relationships / Non-binary AFAB Hange Zoe / Swearwords / POV Levi Ackerman

His mood probably couldn’t get gloomier now that he had finished all the tasks -most likely meant to distract him from his dejection now he thought about it- that Miche had assigned to him since morning.

He was sitting on the steps leading to the porch, a glass of iced-tea from the bowl he had freshly prepared in hand. On the surface his face showed all the usual signs of annoyance and boredom that seemed to be his signature expression but, if you could get a closer look, melancholy tinged his features quite unexpectedly as he scrolled on his phone.

Levi frowned, squinting his eyes in the sun and gluing them to the screen. His heart sank when he saw Petra’s latest post on Instagram, a picture of Nifa and herself, all smiles as they drank some fruity cocktail from a ridiculously huge coconut through colorful straws. A nasty surge of jealousy stung him when he noticed the lustful glances a bunch of guys sitting with them around a restaurant table cast her way.

“The fuck that means,” he mumbled under his breath. 

They were supposed to drink stupid cocktails from stupid coconuts together and they were supposed to bask in the sun on this stupid white sand beach together and they were supposed to soak in this stupid warm lagoon water together. But she had gone on vacation with Nifa instead, arguing she needed time. And space. To find herself, to recharge. To think about them.

Yeah, they were on a break. Yeah, she had decided this one-sidedly. Yeah, she had urged him to pack some of his stuff and stay at his best friend’s for a while. Yeah, he didn’t understand the fuck why she wanted this but he had obliged. Yeah, he would oblige again and again. And fucking yeah, he would do anything she asked if it meant he could win her back.

But dammit! Seeing her having a good time away from him, seeing her smiling as he was still stuck in anger and sadness after four weeks apart, imagining other men ogling her perfect curves, flirting with her, or even laying their dirty hands on her was tearing his heart apart.

A firm yet friendly pat on his shoulder snapped Levi off his stupor. He glanced sideways at Erwin as he sat down next to him.

“No point in hurting yourself over something you can’t control, Levi,” his best friend said, a hint of concern in his soft tone. A faint but incredibly fond smile appeared on Erwin’s face. “Get rid of your phone for now and go freshen up. You wouldn’t want Miche to scold you in front of the guests, would you?”

“As if I gave two shits about what that blond titan thinks!” Levi replied, rolling his eyes. He got up and pocketed his phone nonetheless, heading to his bedroom to change clothes.

He was pouring a refreshing drink for Nanaba, casually catching up with her, when a boisterous exclamation caught their attention. Everybody raised their heads and glasses, cheering the guest of honor as they waved frantically from the driveway where they were stepping out of their car.

“Oh my God! I can’t believe you all came! I’m so happy!” Hange shrieked, eyes sparkling with excitement and a huge smile on their face.

They laughed heartily as their step-brother picked them up in his arms and spun them around as if they weighed nothing.

“Happy birthday, Nerdling,” Miche whispered in their ear, his mustache tickling their skin when he pecked their cheek.

He loosened his embrace and let Hange go. Their gaze wandered around the garden to greet their guests, their radiant smile growing wider and reaching their eyes as they finally fell on their best friend.

“Happy birthday Hans!” she said, her arms wrapping around them. They held each other tight for a while until Hange peeked past Nanaba’s shoulder and recognised the short man standing next to the iced-tea bowl, his pouring gesture frozen in the air.

Hange’s eyes widened. “Holy Walls! Grumpy Pants, is that you?!”

“Tch… No shit, Four-Eyes,” he deadpanned, still gripping Nanaba’s glass by the rim.

“Still so handsome behind the scowl, right Shorty?” They chuckled and winked at him before turning to another guest.

For some reason his stomach churned.

A rhetorical question. Obviously.

The festive afternoon was drawing to a close. The birthday cake was nothing more than a few forgotten crumbs on a plate by now, the opened gifts had been thrown haphazardly on Hange’s car backseat, and the last guests had said their goodbyes a while ago.

Trash bags in hand, Miche, Erwin and Nanaba busied themselves around the garden and the terrace to throw paper plates and plastic cups away.

Levi had found the party more pleasant than expected. And definitely more pleasant than he would ever admit. 

After flitting from one friend to the next, Hange had finally pulled out a chair to sit across from him in his favourite corner of the garden, near a bush of fragrant roses that always reminded him of his mother’s perfume.

They hadn’t met since the graduation ceremony a few years ago. They had caught up on what they had both been doing since then, inadvertently -and frankly, as an afterthought, much to his relief- dodging the matters of the heart.

He knew from Miche that they had been studying abroad in a prestigious university in Hizuru and had recently come back to work in a renowned research company in Trost, dragging their all-time lab partner Moblit -the fuck was this name by the way?- along with them. They had asked him a lot of questions about his work as an architect and his accomplishments in his hobbies. MMA techniques seemed to fascinate them by the way.

Levi's mind had been at ease listening to Hange’s enthusiastic babbling for hours, taking in their lively face and their bright, beautiful brown eyes behind their stained glasses. He had forgotten his worries for a while, lulled into a blissful daze by their voice, his heart almost soothed by their cheerful presence.

As the sun slowly set behind a hill, the gate creaked open to reveal a tall blond man with a well-trimmed beard and a pair of golden round glasses. Levi looked up at the newcomer who gestured to him to remain silent while he smoothly joined them, careful not to crunch the gravel under his feet.

Sensing something was off when their eyes fell on Levi’s face, Hange stopped their rant about whatever toxic plant they were blabbering about.

“Shorty? Something’s wrong? You’re as white as Moblit’s asscheeks all of a sudden!” they asked in a worried tone.

Moblit's assch-, what? Taken aback, Levi didn’t have time enough to retort.

Hange squealed when the man slid his hands over their waist from behind, but tilted their head back to look at him and flashed a beaming smile. He kissed their lips, lingering a bit too much to Levi’s liking, forcing him to avert his gaze in a burst of decency.

“By the Walls Zeke, I missed you so much!” Hange asked between kisses. “I’ve been waiting for you all day! Where have you been?”

Levi felt more and more like a creep, staring at the couple.

“Yelena missed her train to her parents' town so I gave her a drive there. Thought you wouldn’t mind, Honey!”

“Oh, Yelena… Of course I don’t mind!” Their voice faltered uncharacteristically.

Levi’s chest tightened as he noticed the way Hange’s face fell with their half-assed reply. How could someone be oblivious or careless enough to let down someone as kind as Hange on their own birthday? How could someone be cruel enough and bear to swipe Hange’s bright smile off their face?

That monkey could, of course.

Hange’s smile quickly came back to enlighten their face though. They got up, fidgeting with the paper napkin they still held in their hands. They tittered and gestured between both men.

“Oh, I'm sorry! Let me introduce you, guys!” they blurted out. “Zeke Darling, this is Levi Ackerman, Erwin’s best friend. Shorty, this is my fiancé Zeke Jaeger.”

Levi got up, gritting his teeth as he extended his hand and shook Zeke’s in a tight grip.

“What are the odds! You’re both renowned architects now I think about it!” Hange exclaimed cheerfully.

“Oh but your friend and I have already met before Honey!” The blond man smirked. “I won the Trost Finance Center building project over him!”

Zeke let go of Levi’s hand.

“Nice to see you again Ackerman,” he added with a feigned joviality.

He snaked his arm around Hange’s waist to pull them closer.

“Let’s go Honey! It’s getting late and I’d like to make it up to you tonight,” he said in a disgusting husky voice, shamelessly kissing his fiancée’s skin under their ear until they blushed and gasped like a shy teenager. Levi clenched his fists.

Hange stuttered as they bid him goodbye, promising to meet again soon over a cup of coffee, and waved to their hosts and best friend before heading to their car. They giggled when Zeke slid his hand down the small of their back and over their ass, whispering something in their ear as they walked down the driveway.

Levi’s eyes followed the rear lights until the car turned left at the end of the street, leaving a hollow feeling in his guts.

A friendly arm wrapped around his shoulder and Nanaba dragged him towards the house.

“C’mon Munchkin, let’s grab a beer and order a pizza!”

She pecked him on the cheek.

“So fucking gross Nana, I can’t stand wet kisses,” he grumbled.

“Of course you can’t sweetie.”

But he couldn’t help but smile when she pulled him closer to kiss him again and burst out laughing when he swiftly wiped his cheek.

Levi relished in the cool sensation of the breeze over his skin and the comforting warmth of his tea. The chirping of crickets nearby was lulling him into a peaceful slumber. He felt his stiff shoulders, his clenched jaw, his tense nape finally relax.

“So, Hange…” Erwin started once Nanaba had left and Miche had gone to bed.

“The fuck are you talking ‘bout Four-Eyes?” he replied, all the tension washing back over him.

Erwin raised his hands in a gesture of appeasement. “You seemed to get along well today, is all.”

Here we go, you blond bastard.

Erwin’s speech was only getting started and pain already throbbed in his head. Levi pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.

“Yeah, ‘twas nice to catch up after all those years. They’re not so bad to talk to.” He paused.  “Distracted me from this shitty life of mine for a bit.”

“I could tell.” Erwin took a sip of coffee and placed the cup back on the saucer. “You didn’t seem to enjoy Zeke’s company though.”

“That monkey? Hell no! You know how dirty he played with the Finance Tower project and fucked me over! How could I ever want to see this shithead again, you dumbass?”

Erwin knew better than to reply yet.

“How this brainiac is engaged to such a jerk is beyond me! Like, it’s their birthday and he shows up when the party's over, with all his lovey-dovey shit to cover up how he spent the afternoon with someone else instead… Disrespectful at the very least ‘f you ask me!”

Erwin smirked at his friend’s rant.

“What’s with the smirk, moron?”

“Nothing really.” Erwin’s gaze softened. “I don’t remember hearing you say so many words in one go. Ever. I wonder what got into you.” He chuckled.

Levi clicked his tongue. “Nothing special. We were having a nice little talk with Four-Eyes and I started to forget the crap piling up in my life at the moment and that fucking monkey ruined it all.”

Silence settled for a few minutes between both men.

“Seemed to do you good talking with someone else. You’re gonna hang with them again? I mean Hange.” Erwin asked after a while.

“Er yeah I guess… They mentioned a cup of coffee or shit some day soon.”

“Good! We’re your friends and we’re all worried about you, Levi. But, as you won't talk to us then talk with Hange. Anything that makes you feel better.”

Levi facepalmed to soothe the increasing pounding in his head and sighed.

“Could you mind your own fucking business for once, Blondie?” he hissed, rubbing his temples in a circle. “You’re giving me a headache.”

Erwin stood up, put a hand on Levi’s shoulder and squeezed it.

“Well, I’ll leave you alone then.”

He scooped his coffee cup off the table and took a few steps towards the door before turning around.

“Try to sleep tonight. You need to get some rest.”

Levi remained silent.

Erwin’s steps echoed in the evening darkness and he stopped briefly when gripping the handle.

“Good night Levi. See you tomorrow.”

As the door softly clicked shut, Levi let out a sharp breath he was holding for some time.

Yeah. Another day full of crap. The sparkle Hange had briefly brought in his otherwise dull life today was at least something he supposed.

“Shit! Life sucks, huh Four-Eyes?” he muttered to himself. His day couldn’t get any shittier than it already was, right?

Something vibrated in his back pocket. He fished his phone and answered without even thinking.

“Levi?” Petra’s voice. His body stiffened.

“Uhm yeah…” He ran his fingers through his hair to try and shut down his nervousness.

“We need to talk.”

Requested by anon // Prompt #30 "Where have you been?" from this drabble challenge

Proofreading @dont-f-with-moogles Thank you so much for your help Terra Darling 🩶

Header & dividers @youre-ackermine

A/N: Crossposted on AO3 as chapter 2 of my series It's not like I've got something grand to say to you // This takes place one year before Dumbstruck // English is not my usual language

[awkward-yet-kind]

IM DYING, DECEASED OVER YOU CALLING IT THE CAMPING WITH MY WORSTIE ARC 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

AHAHAHHA. That's what it is though!!!!

just

worsties 💖

[ispyspookymansion]

chain shipping is like the only saw ship that people always try and make softer. maybe shotgun shipping on OCCASION but like no one is doing that to coffin shipping or like. well that’s all the saw ships actually

i honestly dont know enough abt the state of hoffstrahm to speak to it much but i know it happens Sometimes with both of them i fear chainshipping is just the most popular/accessible as its built on one movie and the first in the franchise so it gets the most. how do i even say this. easygoing casual enjoyers vs like you need to see at least 3 to be into lynnmanda, 4 or 5 to be into hoffstrahm, etc. its so weird to me it loses all the appeal when you want any of them to be like happily married and healing together!!! at least give it a Little spice!! wheres adams anger wheres lawrence’s shortcomings in human connection wheres the desperation and guilt and such!

[pickalilywrites]

School festival during Valentines and Zeke signs up for the kissing booth after getting dumped by Petra to go out with his arch rival, Levi.

best kiss goes to...

zeke jaeger. rivetra. high school au. 2086 words.

A girl comes up shyly to Zeke’s booth, a tentative smile on her face. She’s in his class, sits somewhere in the middle row on the right side of the room, but he can’t remember her name even though they’ve had class together for over half a year. Nonetheless, he smiles broadly as she slips a dollar bill across the table. He sets it aside rather than slipping it into the donation box right away and leans across the table, one elbow resting on the table while his cheek rests against his hand. The girl, unused to the attention, flushes a bright pink when she realizes just how close she is to Zeke. 

“I was wondering when you’d show up,” Zeke says. Even though the girl’s gaze keeps flitting between Zeke and the table’s surface, Zeke retains eye contact as best as he can no matter how flustered she gets. “The festival is ending soon. You should have come earlier.” 

The girl brushes a lock of her red hair behind her ear. Her face is almost the same color. “I thought you didn’t know who I was,” she mumbles. “I figured it wouldn’t matter if I came here or not...” 

“Why would you say that? Of course, I remember you. We have homeroom together, and it would be impossible for me not to notice someone as beautiful as you,” Zeke says. He’s careful not to even attempt to recall her name. That would only result in disaster. Instead, he speaks gently and keeps his tone earnest to make it seem as if he really does remember her. He reaches out to take his hand in hers. When she pulls back in surprise, he only grasps onto her sweaty hand harder. He feigns hurt, looking down ruefully at their clasped hands. “I can’t believe you would think so cruelly of me when I was looking forward to seeing you here all this time.” 

“N-no, that’s not what I was trying to say! I didn’t mean to offend you,” the girl says quickly, even more flustered than she was before. She pulls Zeke’s hand closer to her and insists, “I only meant because I didn’t think someone as amazing as you would notice someone like me. I mean, you’re the star baseball player at our school, and I’m ... I’m a nobody.”  

Zeke looks at her impassioned expression, her flushed cheeks, her bright eyes blazing with fervor. It would be great if he could remember her name now, but his mind draws a blank whenever he tries. He’ll just have to make do with what he has.  

“You’re not nobody to me,” Zeke tells her in a low voice and he sees her eyes widen in surprise at his words. 

Without warning, Zeke leans across the table and pulls her in with one hand on the back of her neck. He allows their lips to meet, swallowing the gasp that escapes the girl’s lips. His thumb strokes the back of her neck and he feels the tension leave her body as she leans into his kiss. Cupping her cheek, he presses his lips against hers harder. A sigh escapes her lips this time and he tries to suppress a smile as he continues to kiss her, guiding her with his mouth. She meets his tongue eagerly with her own. She tastes too sweet, too childish, like cotton candy bubblegum, but Zeke continues to kiss her anyway, using his tongue to entice her as if he can’t get enough.  

When they finally do pull away, she’s flushed with pleasure, her eyes dazed as if she can’t quite comprehend what had just happened. She pulls her hand away from Zeke’s and brings her fingers to brush the lips Zeke had just kissed. “Th-thank you!” she stammers before running away. 

Zeke watches as she runs off. Once she’s out of sight, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and slips the dollar bill she had given him earlier into the donation box.  

“Use protection next time. You might get a girl pregnant,” a voice says, and he looks up to see Yelena standing beside him. His friend had been managing the skewer stand at the end of the row of stalls, but it seems she has a break now. The aroma of freshly grilled meat still clings to the fabric of her school uniform.  

“Why don’t you go terrorize some of the kids at the haunted house? I’m sure they could use your help, and you’re horrifying enough,” Zeke says as he rifles through the donation box. He’s accumulated a decent amount of money over the course of the school festival. Many of the donations were from repeat donors. He glances over at Yelena who’s rolling her eyes at him.  

“Are you sure you’re not using this kissing booth as an unhealthy coping mechanism after being dumped by Petra?” Yelena asks. She pulls up a spare care from a nearby booth and takes a seat next to him. She doesn’t flinch when Zeke glares at her for uttering the name of his ex-girlfriend. “You can deny it all you want, but it’s painfully obvious to everyone else that you’re not over her.” 

“I’m over her. I’m so over her. I don’t even know why you’re bringing her up. We broke up weeks ago,” Zeke says lightly. Yelena has a spectacular habit for getting on his nerves and he won’t allow her to see how annoyed he is that she’s bringing up his ex-girlfriend. He distracts himself by sorting out the donation box money by denomination and stacking them into neat piles. 

It’s been weeks since Petra and Zeke had broken up. He doesn’t know why Yelena continues to bring it up. Is it because Petra had been the first girlfriend of his to ever initiate a break up? Is it because Petra was the first girlfriend he had ever gone out with for more than a month? Is it because Petra had called him out for things he had done that none of his other girlfriends never seemed to mind — canceling dates last minute, prioritizing other things over her, never being the one to initiate conversations  — and for some reason he felt compelled to change for her instead of ignoring her complaints? There’s something about Petra that had been different, at least that’s what Yelena insists, and while Zeke knows he hadn’t been the perfect boyfriend, fuck, at least he was working on it. If Petra had perhaps been a little more patient, he could have been everything she wanted.  

“Okay, so let’s just ignore the fact that you won’t even say her name out loud now. That was totally convincing,” Yelena snorts. “And you don’t have anything to say about her dating Levi?”  

“Why should I care who she dates? We broke up already. If she wants to date a total loser, then that’s her problem,” Zeke huffs. He probably should leave it alone. The more he says, the more he reveals how much it actually bothers him.  

“Loser? I’m pretty sure over half the girls would swoon if Levi Ackerman offered to be their boyfriend,” Yelena says. She watches Zeke from the corner of her eye, gauging his reaction as she speaks. “He doesn’t seem to be a loser anyway. He’s been a perfect gentleman with Petra. He did his shift at the haunted house and waited for her at the themed maid cafe her class was doing. Now they’re strolling the school hand in hand, the total love birds.”  

Zeke purses his lips. He had signed up for the kissing booth specifically to distract himself from anything related to Petra and Levi. He figured that kissing half the student body would feed his ego and would help him forget that his ex-girlfriend and his biggest rival were sneaking into empty classrooms and locking lips somewhere. It was working for a while, but now Yelena has to come and remind him of everything he was trying to forget. 

Yelena tilts her head as she tries to understand the expression on Zeke’s face. Her tone is a little gentler now, a little more understanding, as she says, “Maybe you should find a better distraction. A few kisses from lovestruck girls might not be enough of a diversion. You should look for something more substantial. Maybe look into getting into a new relationship to take your mind off your old one.”  

Zeke casts Yelena a disgruntled look. “No, thanks. I’d rather keep myself available so Petra can come crying back to me once she realizes Levi’s a dud and I’m everything she’s ever wanted.”  

Yelena looks slightly miffed, but she shrugs her shoulders and grumbles, “Suit yourself.”  

A crowd is gathering at the center stage. The student council president, Erwin Smith, smiles. His face is projected on a large screen behind him and bunch of girls squeal. Erwin laughs bashfully at the attention before tapping the microphone in front of him to make sure it’s on. Once he’s confirmed that it’s working, he leans forward to speak into it.  

“Thank you all for joining our school festival today. We’re so lucky to have our festival land on Valentine’s Day,” Erwin says as the students and patrons cheer. He waits for the applause to subside before continuing. He glances off some notecards he prepared before speaking. “Of course, this allows us to create a few new themed events that we wouldn’t have otherwise. One of these being the Valentine’s contest, where students write in and vote on who should win certain categories such as Best Kiss and Best Couple.”  

“Best Kiss?” Zeke repeats. He sits up in his chair, his head turning so quickly toward the stage that his neck snaps. From where he sits, he has a clear view of the stage and the large screen projection with Erwin’s face on it. “Why didn’t anyone tell me about this Valentine’s contest?”  

“It was all over the announcements last week. You would have known about it if you were paying attention to anything other than yourself,” Yelena says. She’s still slumped in her chair, her arms crossed against her chest and her long legs sprawled out. She looks at Zeke with amusement. “Do you really think you’ll win any of these categories? You’re hopelessly single at the moment.”  

“Shh!” Zeke swats at Yelena as he shushes her. His eyes don’t leave the stage for a moment. “I can still win Best Kiss. I’m a shoo-in. I’ve probably made more at this kissing booth than most other stalls have, and you don’t need to be in a relationship to be a good kisser.”  

“You’re only setting yourself up for disappointment,” Yelena sighs, but Zeke ignores her.  

“And now to announce the result of the first category, Best Kiss,” Erwin says. He pauses for dramatic effect, a smile on his lips when he sees that the members of the audience have silenced themselves in anticipation. He pulls out a paper from the front pocket of his blazer and reads the winner. “Petra Ral and Levi Ackerman!”  

The crowd cheers and claps for the couple. Only Zeke is not clapping, instead sitting open-mouthed in surprise.  

“How? That’s not even fair!” Zeke protests. 

“Is it really that unbelievable to you that an actual couple would win Best Kiss over a playboy that’s kissed half the school?” Yelena smirks and Zeke glares at her.  

He watches in horror as Petra ascends the steps of the stage holding Levi’s hand. She’s still wearing the maid uniform from the themed cafe while Levi is still dressed in the vampire costume he had donned for the haunted house. The crowd continues to cheer as the couple are congratulated by Erwin who awards them with a large plush teddy bear and a box of chocolates. Soon, the audience begins to chant for the couple. 

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” the students cheer. 

Zeke knows he can turn his head or close his eyes, but something keeps him from looking away. His eyes are glued to the screen that projects Petra and Levi’s faces, and he feels his veins fill with fury as Levi cups Petra’s face in his hand and pulls her close. Petra’s cheeks flush a pretty pink as her eyes close and Levi draws near. As the their lips meet in an impassioned kiss, the crowd erupts in cheers and Zeke’s anguished scream, unheard by everyone except Yelena who observes her friend with mirth, mingles with their joyous screams. 

[ambrosialdesire]

idk if you’re comfortable with nsfw so you could ignore this if you want…

but what kinks do you think the aot men have as yanderes… 😏

lmfao anon, most of my fics are straight nsfw or have implications of nsfw in them, it's alright to send in nsfw reqs/messages haha (this is not me being mean, im saying this in a joking tone hehe) and sorry this took so dang long to post, i decided to make this my blog's anniversary post LOL

since you didn't mention anyone specific, imma do reiner, eren, levi, zeke, and jean. you already know i'm always gonna put reiner in LMAO eren and levi and jean cause i kinda already have a feel for them in yandere writings, and zeke cause idk why not lol

i'm kinda doing main kinks? 4-5 of them for each of them but idk, i'm just writing whatever works for them in my perspective even though any of the kinks can work for either one of them in certain situations lol and i'm terrible at making long headcanon lists so it's just me blabbering and trying my best to describe the scenarios 💀

NGL THIS IS PROBABLY A REALLY UNPOPULAR OPINION but i don't really like when headcanon lists are like one sentence long and they never go in depth about it or when they make each bullet point a sentence that correlates to the previous point IDK WHY IT IRKS ME SO BAD AND SOME PEOPLE MIGHT LIKE IT THAT WAY AND THAT'S FINE LOL

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YANDERE AOT MEN'S KINKS

18+ DARK CONTENT BELOW, MINORS AND BLANK BLOGS DNI

pairing(s) : reiner x fem!reader, eren x fem!reader, levi x fem!reader, jean x fem!reader, zeke x fem!reader tags + warnings: general yandere and obsessive themes, unhealthy relationships, explicit sexual content, violent themes, dubcon/noncon implications, breeding, size kink, praise, dom/sub/switch dynamics, rough sex, edging, dacryphilia, marking, blood mention, cannibalism mention, muzzling, exhibition, voyeurism, quickies, pussy worship, forced feminization, knife kink, choking, slapping, collar/leash use, cockwarming, wax-play, forced domestication, humiliation note: please keep in mind of the tags above and do not proceed if triggering or uncomfortable, especially if you are a minor!! do not read my or any other writers' dark content if you are underaged. this is a fictional work and does not reflect irl morals, do not believe this is how a real romance works or functions.

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REINER

YOU ALREADY KNOW THE BUSINESS WITH HIM reiner's kinks are definitely anything associated with breeding. mating presses, creampies, lactation, etc. he just loves claiming that way, pushing his cum in and leaving himself plugged inside to ensure that pregnancy is in the future. you belong to him and what more to show it than giving you a child. literally whenever he has sex, it's like he goes into a rut and his mind locks in that he must breed you. then when your milk starts coming in, seeing you leak unlocks something in him that makes him absolutely feral. he finds it so attractive and will spend hours sucking on your tits, esp if you're in pain and in need to help get it sorted out. ain't that kind of him? size kink. since reiner's pretty massive (hehe), he would always adores how much smaller you are. if you're shorter than him, it gives him the feeling that he has to protect you and it gets him so hard seeing you struggle to take him all in, cockhead bulging out of your lower stomach. if you're taller than him or roughly the same height, he does anything to make you feel smaller than him, pushing you down into the bed or making you go on your hands and knees to take in his dick in your mouth. reiner wants you to be weaker than him, to be completely dependable on him and him alone. he's not completely a dom though in my eyes tbh, he's more of a switch with dom-leaning tendencies (bc he first gotta set the control he has over you as a yandere). sometimes he wants to be dominated, wants to be the one begging to put his cock inside of you, and brought to tears from how good you're using him. he's vocal as fuck too, whimpering and moaning so loudly whenever you ride him and play with his tits (CAUSE OMFG I WILL CONTINUE TO SPREAD THE IDEA EVEN MORE THAT HIS TITTIES ARE SENSITIVE AND SO SQUISHY AND PLAYABLE BRUH). he'll always have a limit to how much control you have over him during sex so don't get too cocky cause he'll take over in a snap of a finger. it doesn't matter if he was a breathless mess that had been edged for hours and just came all over his stomach, he's gonna pound you until you're the one whimpering in overstim. HUGE PRAISE KINK, he loves giving praise and receiving it. he's complete putty in your hands if you praise him, makes him feel super good about himself when you say that he's fucking you so good and he loves to feel you clench around him when he says that you look so pretty for him or that you're taking him in so well. even out of sex, he whispers sweet little compliments in your ear just to see you get all flustered about it.

his yandere tendencies come out when he catches you with other men (cacoëthes you'll always be famous TO ME), even if you don't intended to be involved with them, and bro FUCKS like he's trying to prove a point. he's pushing deep into you until his tip is pressed flushed into your cervix and biting at your neck, leaving dark marks that'll last for days to come. he's growling into your ear about how no one and i mean no one can compare to his cock and the way he fucks you. he's literally carving the shape of his dick into you so you'll never forget it. if you try and run off with another man, he wouldn't and never will amount to reiner. that's even if you can ever escape him in the first place.

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EREN

this mf is into edging. eren loves to build you up and never let you get there, mostly because it makes you become desperate and so delirious to cum that you'd literally do anything to get there. even he goes CRAZY if he got edged for hours and he cums hard, like the shooting kind of cumming all over you. he's into that shit too, covering every inch of your skin in his warm stickiness. it's like a mark that you can't quite get rid of.

eren's a dacryphiliac, nothing gets him harder than seeing your tears stream down your face. crying because it's so good? stiff as a rock. crying because it's too much? oh my god, he's going to keep fucking you until you're a blabbering mess. he's also into that predator-prey thing, where you're desperately trying to get away from him but your stifled sobs always make it easy to find you and sooner than not, he's pounding you into the nearest surface while licking your tears off your face.

bites, hickeys, bruises, anything of the marking sort, he's into it. eren's known for being a biter, so any chance he gets and for him to be able to cum sometimes, he's sinking his teeth into your flesh. the taste of your blood makes him a little delirious (if this was the actual aot-verse, i think that he's and any other titan user that consumed a lot of human/titan blood is used to the taste (not armin cause he's only eaten bertolt i think) and it's like any other usual meal (they just have a hint of cannibalistic tendencies and you cannot take this idea away from me)). sometimes you'll have to take physical action to make him stop biting down so hard, you elbowed him hard one time when he literally wasn't letting go of your shoulder. the absolute terror that you felt when you looked into his eyes when he finally released you, your blood dripping down his mouth. it was like staring at a starving wolf in the middle of his meal.

because of this, sometimes you muzzle him. eren hates it since he likes biting you, but he's starting to like it a little more every day he gets to fuck you. bro's like a feral dog with it on, the cool metal pressing against your neck, and you could feel his drool drip down from how much he wants to sink his teeth in or because of how much your cunt is making him all hot and delirious. eren's probably the most vocal out of all of them, so you're going to be hearing every whine and groan that's coming out of him.

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JEAN

I FEEL OUT OF ALL OF THEM, JEAN'S THE LEAST FREAKIEST 😭😭

that being said, he's into exhibition/voyeurism LMFAO like mutual masturbation kind of shit or he's in the closest watching you touch yourself while he's beating it. something about the thrill of it all gets him going, especially when he fucks you in places where you're definitely going to get caught if you don't stay quiet. the closet thing was an accident at first, he was in your room to ask you something but you weren't there and he started snooping a little too much, getting absolutely distracted that he almost barely heard you start to unlock your door. he hid in the closet, waiting for you to fall asleep but instead you started playing with yourself before you went to bed and that was the start of it all lmao AND you still don't know he keeps doing it.

quickies are jean's fucking passion, bro can fuck you in a short amount of time to make you both cum multiple times and he's a little too good at hiding the fact that the two of you just had sex from around the corner. slicking his hair back smugly while adjusting his clothes back to normal, watching your legs quiver and shake as both of your fluids drip down your thighs, it takes all his might not to fuck you once more.

pussy worshipping, he's definitely into that. he can spend hours knelt underneath you and eating you out, not caring whether his dick is begging for any sort of needed attention. i feel like out of all five of them rn, he has the number one spot of giving more to his partner than receiving it like he's absolutely locked in to please you (reiner is second bc i said so and it's totally not a biased choice 😈). even if you're crying from overstimulation, he's not gonna stop until he says he's finished eating you out.

domestication kink + forced feminization, even if you're the independent type who has a distaste for wearing skirts and dresses, he imagines there's a world where he could make you completely submissive and a dependent housewife. jean does things subtlety so he might slowly incorporate more feminine items in your routine or say something that may have you second-guess yourself, and without you even realizing, you're slowly becoming the woman he dreams of in his head. delusional king!

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LEVI

for levi, i think isayama said one time that levi's kinda subby or sumn like that so fuck yeah i'm gonna incorporate that in a bit.

knife kink ofc, his handiwork has always been surrounding these sharp pieces of metals so how could i not add this. it's not the threatening aspect that he's into, he already knows that you know that you're always going to below him. it's the fact that he can carve his name into your fragile skin whenever he wants and you can't do anything about it, and watching the small rivulets of blood seep through makes him absolutely feral even though he doesn't admit it. idk how to really describe it until i actually write it in a fic lol

levi's definitely into choking, especially because it gives him absolute control of when you're allowed to breathe, giving up something so important just for him. he never goes pass the line where you pass out because he wants to watch you cum while you're breathless, gasping for air as you clench around him in shudders. he's seen a lot of people get choked out to death, he's even done it a few times, but he likes seeing it done the most on you. especially because you struggle to beg for him to stop, scratch up his arms like a poor little kitty cat and wriggle around in fear. levi swears nothing looks so much prettier than that.

slapping and he's damn good at it. he's slapped your face a few times to get your attention back, but he loves slapping your ass. he hits hard enough to leave his handprints, keeping you sore for days that you can't lay down or sit down right. levi bends you over his lap if you're being a brat and SMACKS until you're sobbing for him to stop but even so, he keeps on going until he feels like the punishment is enough. for being a good girl and taking his punishment so generously, he'll finger you afterwards, running his lithe fingers in-between your clit and into your dripping hole. you may say you hate it, but your pussy is saying otherwise. if you slap him, you are not walking for a week LMFAO

okay now im gonna go into subby levi hehe sometimes he doesn't want to be the one in control because his job is all about control and demanding others, so he'll let you fuck him (with limitations as well). like he'll lay in your lap and let you jerk him off as he sucks on your tits, letting you decide if you want to edge him or overstimulate him. it's a little strange at first being able to control your captain like this but you get used to it, letting him thigh-fuck you but never letting him enter your sopping pussy. sometimes he gets so irritated by being denied so often that he'll break the deal off and start taking back the reins.

levi's a collar and leash man, something about tugging it to direct your attention and getting tugged gets him going. he likes the way his name glimmers in the name tag, how pathetic you look as he sharply pulls it to make you look at him. he usually will only put it on when he's the sub, letting you pull it towards your pussy so he can eat you out. he doesn't force you to act like a dog, it's just the ownership of you that he likes.

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ZEKE

cockwarming, cockwarming, cockwarming. this man loves to keep you plugged up whenever he's reading or smoking a few cigarettes outside. he usually cockwarms you when he wants another way for relaxing and what more than to sink into your warm and tight pussy. zeke's so fucking nonchalantly mean about it too. if you try moving off him or trying to finally cum, he smacks your thigh hard or pulls your hair back to look at him, taunting you about how you're being naughty and naughty girls don't get to cum. so he'll make you stay on him for another few hours or so, then cumming on your ass or stomach and sometimes never making you cum either as punishment.

ZEKE'S ALSO INTO BREEDING BUT LIKE A TWISTED VERSION OF IT, LET ME EXPLAIN. of course, it's canonically known that he doesn't like the reproduction of eldians and wanted the extinction of them through genetic neutering (which was fucking insane btw how he thought his plan would be able to be possible when it was eren's world to control is so funny to me 💀💀). so basically what i'm thinking is that he is so disgusted with the idea so much that he's into it. like the idea of cumming into you and filling your womb gets him so unreasonably hard and he doesn't really know himself why it does. it always happens when he sees you treating a kid so kindly that they may as well be yours and then he starts fantasizing about a homely, domestic life with you with yours and his kids running amok. he never goes through with it of course but he gets close a couple of times, so very very close.

idk ig he kinda gives wax-play vibes. seeing you blindfolded and pouring hot drips of wax on your skin or nipples, twitching in shock from the suddenness of the vague burn amuses him. sometimes he'll tie you up and leave a candle to drip all over you for a few hours and see how many times you cum over it.

zeke's definitely into humiliating you because why would you ever have any sort of pride when your place is in his bed and being his obedient fuck toy? like he makes you roleplay as his subservient maid, buying the skimpiest outfits ever in existence, taking away your underwear and making you wear a skirt that you have constantly tug down, literally anything that makes you feel shameful of yourself. but he reinforces you into liking it by praising you while he fucks you in those fits, talking about how pretty you look with your pussy out just for him and how his stupid little maid is so good at pleasing him.

[strange-doll-child]

*Caretaker looks at Zeke*

Caretaker: “Did one of the guests children get lost…?”

Hehehe- Zeke does look a LOT younger than the lot of our other caretakers lmao

[howldean]

hey. come over here. what's the fic you'd be euthanized for. you can tell me it'll be just between us girlfriends (gn)

reply brainstorming workshop:

- what are you a cop

- baby i fuck monsters you can’t even dream of

- well first of all sometimes there’s black people

- no

- you haven’t even sucked me through the jorts and you think i’m your girlfriend??

followed by -> fic recs are fifth base

- too late they’ve already put me down

- *starts reading off the list to you from the trailer they’ve put me in going to the glue factory. you gallop alongside the truck pulling me there desperate to hear the last of my wisdom*

- asked on anon what are you so afraid of

- eat a dead dove whole in front of me and then we’ll talk

- ok!

[kissagii]

Hi. How is your day/night? Am I not disturbinng you?

If not, then may I request headcanons about Porco Galliard, Pieck Finger and Zeke Yeager (separeatly) (if you do obly one character then may it be Pieck?) being almost k!lled by one of soldiers from Paradis and then comes Male! Reader who is also Survey Corps member and rescues them (Pieck, Porco and Zeke) by k!lling attacker. Lets just say it was some random, beacuse AOT has too much good characters arleady dead *sobs*. He done it beacuse he had enough of this place and eanted to have normal life outside the Walls. And so he joins them and Reader returns with them to Liberio.

Feel free to do it anytime you want. I don't want to make feel you uncomfortable.

Also sorry if I'm interupting you. Have great day/night.

~🏐Anon

hi! love this idea, it's really unique. sorry for taking so long to get to this, hope you like it! a

𝕤𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕡𝕖𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕫𝕖𝕜𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕒𝕟 𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕒𝕔𝕜

warnings: season 4 spoilers, mild language, death, violence, knives

she/her, she/they, fem readers dni

peick was never good in close-quarters fights

her titan shifting powers were her biggest strength and she knew it

so when a jeagerist had cornered her in a small room she was almost helpless

she fought him off for a while, but it was clear she wouldn't win

and that's when you come in

she's on the ground, struggling to heal her wounds as the jeagerist attempts to question her

as a survey corps soldier, you were never the biggest fan of the marleyans, but you hated eren and his henchmen even more

and hell if you were about to let one kill a valuable asset

you caught the random man off guard, so the fight was short

a blow to the head with the butt of your knife had him out cold

only then did you turn to make sure peick was okay. even though she could heal herself, it was more out of habit than of concern

she thanked you profusely for saving her, a sort of kindness you though the marleyans could never show

after all, they were the enemy. they had destroyed everything you ever had.

but something about her genuine smile was making you rethink

an ambush was just about the last thing you had expected

after all, zeke was brought to the middle of nowhere to keep him away from the inevitable wrath of paradis' citizens

you were on watch when the ambush began, one of the few scouts stationed at the remote house

it was the sudden cries from his room that clued you in

the attacker had cornered him in his sleep, unable to use his powers and unable to fight back

when you entered the room, zeke had a knife to his throat

you hated to be violent, but you had a duty to protect zeke. his titan powers were too important to risk losing.

so you charged the attacker boldly, pulling out one of your many concealed weapons

he fought back with passion but a clear lack of skill

you bested him quickly with a few strategically placed blows

zeke softly murmured his thanks

and you eyed him carefully

"it's only because of my duty," you responded harshly

little did he know, there was more emotion behind it than simply your duty

[nian-7]

im begging can u pls do zeke and king with a short s/o 😭

yep, i can! enjoy, anon!

Zeke, King x gn!reader

them with a short s/o fluff

-Zeke does seem to be a bit more protective over you. He gets a little protective, possibly because you are much shorter than him and he doesn't want you getting hurt.

-He is quite emotionally driven at times which is why he'd be very persistent on protecting you all the time but, he knows when to back off.

-He doesn't tease you for the height difference at all, he merely just finds you cute and will mention it.

-He ruffles your hair a lot. He does it as a greeting or a goodbye. It's become a habit for him to do it at this point.

-King seems like the type to pat your head. He doesn't know why he does it but he just tends to pat your head.

-He likes to see you compare his hand size to his. He doesn't know why but he likes to see your small hand on his.

-He picks you up a lot. When you're tired of walking or just if you ask. He gives you piggy back rides or honestly whatever way he you wanted but he will always put your safety first.

-He'll tend to give your hand kisses as well by bending down slightly to kiss the top of your hand or he'll kiss the top of your head as well.

please do not repost any of my work without my permission, thank you for reading.

tags: @enderempresss16

[pisspope]

Zeke has a shirt that says "Pussy Connoisseur"

it's true I bought it for him!!!!!

but no actually im imagining this in @lemmetreatya 's rent-a-boyfriend universe. u rent him to be ur stable income tall well-adjusted bf for Thanksgiving dinner and he wears this nice blazer and button-up, slacks and wingtip shoes and everything. Start arguing with him over petty shit and he's unbuttoning his shirt at the dinner table to reveal his "pussy connoisseur" t-shirt underneath. "Keep acting up and I'll keep unbuttoning. And I don't think you want your precious grandma asking about my taste in pussy."

I hate him anon he's my fucking dark soul. U tell him "I can't ever get a straight answer out of u." And he takes a long drag of his cigarette and says "what, do u want a gay answer? That'll cost extra." I'm going to commit a crime about it

[yanderemommabean]

hihi

I wanted to ask (pure curiosity)

How did you start out? like as in, how did you gain followers?

-Anon/Zeke

One day in 2018 I was like "imma start a blog with my niche interest and hope to be nice to everyone who stumbles across my stuff" and then I did that.The numbers grew over the years of the people who enjoyed what I wrote or how I interacted with them. I interact every day (or almost everyday) and I do my best to be polite and goofy so people can have a laugh every now and again.

I was 18 and kinda cringe but im now 22 and still cringe but loving myself for it lmao. I think genuinely loving what I write for helps with how the numbers grow, since it isn't just a passing interest that I leave to be forgotten after a while.

but really, I don't know why I have so many, but I started out with zero just like everyone else ❤️and I'm so happy and honored to have the beans that I do!

-Mommabean

[myarlert]

📸 And zeke, prompt: playing with his fingers

𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰. 𝐳𝐞𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫

laying across his lap, one of his hands resting within yours while he reads his book with the other. you would brush your fingertips across the top of his hand, gently brushing across the veins that lay beneath the skin, his knuckles, dropping down to run over his fingernails, poking his fingertips with your own. ‘what’re you doin?’ he mumbles, smiling to himself when you turn your head from his lap to look up at him. your other hand comes up to stroke his cheek, playing gently with his beard. ‘relaxin.’ you reply, the softness of your voice giving him little butterflies. ‘yeah? like playin with my hands?’ you nod and turn back, paying attention to his fingers again. he gives you a soft boop on the nose before letting you continue your fun.

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