I don't know how to break it gently, so I'll just go straight to the chase.
Basically, I'm not vibing with this blog as much as I used to. It's not that deep, even if I will try & make it sound that way– I just outgrew it, I guess.
So, yeah. I wanna say sorry for barging in with this huge promise slash sob story only to completely go the opposite way and drop everything. I also wanna thank every single person who's ever read my work and enjoyed it, yall are amazing and I love every single one of you.
A/N: Happy Halloweenie!! Don't forget to brush your teeth after all that candy! 🧡
It's always the same dream.
It always starts with him running through the forest, feeling his bare feet grow sore and raw from the leaves, twigs, and rocks scraping against his soles. He wants to stop and catch his breath, maybe take a sip of water for his parched throat, but he can't– he's being chased by... somebody. He can't see who's chasing him, but he can hear them. Their footsteps were heavy, shaking the ground beneath him with every step and creating a thunderous, almost deafening noise. He also hears distressed screams of people, followed by a crunch then a roar, making him presume that he was chased by some human-eating monster. Stop! Stop chasing me! Go away! is what he wants to yell, but his voice is caught in his throat and his chest is tight from lack of air. He feels himself slow down from exhaustion, allowing his pursuer to catch up with him and effortlessly swoop him up with their large hand. He struggles and tries to scream, but it's no use. He's trapped, and the only time his captor's grip loosens is to drop him into a seemingly unending, pitch black abyss.
He anticipates falling onto something solid, but it never comes. Instead, his dream skips, and before he knows it, he's faced with a woman. While it was always the same woman, he can never make her face out– her facial features were blurred out, almost making her appear faceless. The only thing clear was her silky, black hair framing her face, the bright red scarf around her neck, and her voice that rang clear as day.
Eren, thank you.
You've always been by my side.
You wrapped this scarf around me.
Thank you.
Wrapped this scarf around me.
Thank you.
Eren.
Eren.
Eren.
He wants to respond, and perhaps ask her for more context, but his voice is caught in his throat again, leaving him with no answers before his dream jumps to the next scene.
Now, he is lying down in a field underneath a tall tree. The sky is clear, save for a few clouds and birds circling about. The view is beautiful– so beautiful that he feels a tear slips past the corner of his eye. Albeit unfamiliar, he feels a strong sense of nostalgia wash through him, that he couldn't help but let a few more tears fall from his eyes.
Eren.
There goes the woman's voice again.
Eren!
There's more urgency this time, but he can't bring himself to respond, much more move his body to see. Nonetheless, she keeps calling out to him, her voice getting clearer and louder. Strangely, deeper, too.
"Eren!"
The man in question awakes with a jolt, his emerald eyes opening wide as he tries to take in his surroundings and the person above him. It takes a few minutes for him to process that he is no longer in a strangely familiar field nor is he being chased by some giant monster, but rather, he is back in his univeristy's dorm room– safe and sound in his bed as Connie, his roommate, hovers above him with a concerned look on their face.
"Are you okay, dude?" Connie asks, eyebrows furrowed in confusion and worry. "You kept moving around in your sleep and kicking all the pillows off your bed, then you started sobbing." he narrated, though it went through one ear then went out the other given Eren's disorientation.
"Huh, yeah." was all Eren was able to utter before sitting up in a daze. "I'll... I'll just go to the bathroom." he mumbled before making a beeline for the door, not even waiting for Connie to respond or further question him.
Upon entering the shared bathrooms, Eren made his way to the sinks to wash his face, raising an eyebrow at how his tears ran down and dried on his cheeks in uniform lines– five under each eye.
Weird.
Turning the faucet on, he caught the stream of cool water with his hands before splashing it onto his face, letting out a sigh of relief and contentment. He repeated the action three more times before looking up to inspect his reflection. However, not only did he see himself, but he swears the faceless, woman from his recurring dreams was standing behind him, making him yelp in shock before turning around to get a better look because holy shit, he only saw that happen in horror movies.
It felt like a joke when he saw that there was nobody behind him.
hmm thinkin about sweet, charming dilf jean - hair streaked with subtle grey, body a little softer with age - who has completely innocent intentions when he invites his pretty little neighbor over to use his pool
he slips inside to grab some drinks and comes back to find you sunbathing in that tiny little bikini and god, you’re just so cute - perking up when you see him, smiling brightly when you ask him to help you apply sunscreen to your back because you can't reach, how could he say no?
now you're laying on your stomach with him kneeled between your spread thighs, massaging the lotion into your skin and he’s trying desperately not to notice how soft your skin is, sun beating down leaving you hot under his palms; pretending he doesn’t see the still-wet, slightly sheer material clinging to you, outlining your puffy little cunt - so pretty on display - and maybe he lets his hands wander a little - kneading broad circles into the backs of your thighs, pulling at the fat of your ass, spreading apart your pussy lips and drawing a whine from you, hips lifting at the stimulation
jean tries so hard, so fucking hard to behave himself but the sound is so sweet, so needy, he doesn't see the harm in rubbing at your poor little clit through your bottoms until you're bucking your hips up, back arched, mewling softly and cumming for him, sloppy cunt soaking right through the material
you’re absolutely sinful when you turn your head to look over your shoulder - face flushed and eyes unfocused, a little hazy - smiling weakly up at him and when you actually thank him it's nearly enough to have him spilling his load, cock throbbing in his shorts
I can go on and on about how fiiiine he got post-timeskip. The update headcanons of him deserve a thousand chef's kisses. I have not been able to close my eyes without seeing this man for about two weeks now.
Listen, I just want him to pester me to the point of anger, then he'll make up for it by being even more annoying that I turn my frown into a belly laugh. Sigh.
Amazing. Handsome. Fine as hell. Great. Awesome. 2000/10.
Umm excuse me I think there’s something wring with the tags. I tried to click on a Bertholdt blow job smut but I got a Levi fluff instead. Do you think the rest of the links are wrong too?
Yikes omg!! Thank you for pointing this out though, and I’m really sorry about that
It’ll take me a bit of time to fix my tags and masterlist since it’s been a while so I would like to kindly ask for your patience!
Characters: Zeke Jaeger x Fem!Reader; Eren Jaeger x Fem!Reader
Genre: Smut
AU: Present-day
Warnings: 5.8k words containing sexual content, language, drugs, cheating, reader's the not brightest bulb in the chandelier and Zeke + Eren's friends are pervs about it, a wittle misogyny, a pinch of age gap– listen just please don't run up in here if you're a minor or if the aforementioned warnings aren't your thing. Please? Please.
Summary: Just when she thought she had everything a girl could ever want, a suave stranger shows her that she was still missing something.
A/N: I just couldn't get this awesome thirst dump on @rekiri's blog go unwritten go on and follow her if you love chef's kiss smut content !! This is really long and it's been a long while since I last wrote smut and yeah I hope yall enjoy this 💖 hehe
"Aye, Eren!" Connie hollered over the party music's bass blaring through the large speakers. On cue, the rest of the friend group turned to face the fraternity house's front door, offering friendly smiles and waves at the frat president who looked like he couldn't care less to grace the party with his presence.
"Oh, shiiit." Jean drawled with a wide, amused smile, verbalizing what was going through the rest of the group's heads upon seeing who Eren was with, their warm smiles turning predatory almost immediately. They can't be blamed, however, as boys will be boys, and boys will surely feel a way about the college's sexiest sorority member, who happened to be dating Eren.
Akin to a scene in a chick flick movie made for teens, the chaotic crowd of college partygoers parted like the Red Sea to make way for the camera-ready couple, jaws either dropping in admiration or clenching in envy as they drank in all the flaws the pair didn't have. Eren looked effortlessly good in a plain, white t-shirt, black jeans, and the fraternity's bomber jacket perfectly framing his broad shoulders and adding a pop of color to his otherwise monochrome outfit. Despite being his girlfriend's sorority sisters, the girls collectively eyed him from head to toe, lust and desire evident in their eyes that only fueled Eren's already-inflated ego, making his cheeks hurt from biting back a smug smirk.
"What's happening?" Eren greeted his fraternity brothers upon making his way to them, exchanging high-fives before wrapping his arm around his girlfriend and pulling her flush against him. "You know my girl, right?" he asked, only to be met with overenthusiastic responses that further inflated his ego. His friends never failed to remind him of how hot his bitch was and how they would risk everything just for one night with her– as if their right hands and the intimate photos and videos of her that he regularly sent to the group chat weren't enough to get their rocks off. Ungrateful little shits.
"Hi, boys!" she giggled giddily and sank further into Eren, flashing them a bright smile and waved at them with her fingers. As always, she looked like a real life Barbie doll with her perfectly manicured nails, glamorously styled hair, flawless make-up, and her brand-name outfit that showed nothing but her best ass-sets.
"So." Porco spoke up, breaking the squad's lust-filled reverie while they eyed Eren's girlfriend from head to toe ten times over. "Is that coke in your bra or are you just glad to see me?" he quipped, eliciting laughter from their group, while confusion painted the poor girl's face. She would have asked Eren to explain the joke, but he was too busy doubling over in laughter as he gave the smug Porco a high-five.
"But I'm not wearing a bra." she pouted and frowned down at her gifted bust, lightly cupping her breasts as she tried to see if the top was ill-fitting somewhere. Almost immediately, the boys' energy shifted, and Eren bit back a chuckle and shot his friends a glare that screamed at them to behave, but it was no use– they were already lost in their thoughts as they undressed her with their eyes. "What?" panic was laced in her voice as she asked but got no answers. Being a fashion major, it would absolutely kill her and the program's reputation to make a fashion misstep. More so in a public setting where she could get laughed at and taken pictures of for the internet to see.
"Hey, guys. Don't be mean." Reiner piped in, seeing how the inside joke caused the girl's eyes to turn glossy with tears. "We looove your outfit, princess." as if he could read her mind, he assured her with his million-watt smile, gingerly taking her hand and gently pulling her away from Eren to slowly twirl her. "Don't we?" he flashed the group a wolfish grin as they drank in everything she had on display.
"Of course we do!" Connie interjected, reaching an arm out to take her by the wrist and into his embrace. "We always do. She's just the most beautiful girl in the whole wide world, huh?" he winked at Eren, who was now scowling at the cheap ruse to get her to press body against Connie's as he deeply inhaled the sweet scent of her Juicy Couture perfume.
"Aww, you guys!" she gushed, heat rising to her cheeks while her signature wide smile painted her face once again. Giggling, she wasted no time in delicately cupping Connie's face and pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek. "Thank you, Connie. You're too kind!" she batted her eyelashes and grinned at the man in question who now had all sorts of thoughts running through his mind just from feeling her pillowy lips against his skin.
"Hey, babe." Eren called out, yanking her back abruptly from Connie's grip and back to his side before everybody started begging for kisses. "Don't you wanna get something to drink?" he loved having a babe like her by his side, but he found himself feeling slighted about her stealing all the attention from his friends at the party he was hosting. Besides, if he had her hovering around the whole time, he wouldn't be free to see if that hot goth chick from his accounting class came alone tonight.
"Oh, of course! I'm really thirsty." she replied as she fanned herself for emphasis, further throwing the boys' minds into the gutter. "In fact, I'll get everybody drinks! I'll be right back, baby." she added before pressing a kiss to Eren's lips then excusing herself, giving the group yet another good look at her perky butt while she made her a beeline for the jungle juice table.
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"Rough night, huh?" a deep voice called out as she scooped the jungle juice cocktail into the fifth cup she had in front of her. She looked up to see a man she had never seen in her life, yet he seemed way too familiar. He would have been good-looking given that he had all the makings of a model– tall and blond with a handsome, symmetrical face that was furthered complimented by his thick beard. He seemed to have a great body, too, that was unfortunately covered by a boring, dark blue sweater.
He didn't look like anyone she'd ever met on campus, and that air of mystery sprouted something akin to desire in her.
"Um..." she racked her mind for a response, finding herself wanting to impress this stranger for reasons unknown. "There's no theme for tonight, actually. I'm not sure where the Rough Night's being hosted but I can ask around for you!" she offered with a genuine grin.
"Um, that's not what I meant." the stranger replied with an amused chuckle. He's never gotten that type of response before, but he liked it– it was real and refreshing. Very cute, too. "I meant to ask if you're going to drink all that." he pointed to the multiple red cups in front of her.
"Oh, of course you did! Duh!" she played off her moment of stupidity with a laugh and a palm to the forehead. "No, these aren't all for me! I'm getting drinks for my boyfriend and his friends as well." she pointed towards Eren and rest of the group who were enjoying the party. "Would you like to join us?" she asked, seeing that he came alone.
"Is that right?" a smirk crept onto the man's face upon realizing that he had been speaking to his little brother's flavor of the academic year. He's heard a lot about her as she had garnered attention and interest from her first day she set foot on campus thanks to her killer looks and body. He couldn't deny that he'd been keeping an eye out for her, too, and was always pleased with what he saw. "Mm, no thanks. I'd much rather grab a drink just with a pretty lady like you." he shot her a playful wink, making her blush at the sneaky compliment.
"You're spoiling me!" she squealed and giggle, playfully hitting his toned arm with her delicate hand. Usually, rowdy college house parties like these weren't the blond man's scene as he preferred grabbing a glass of wine or two at the jazz bar close by, but gullible, cute chicks like her who were easily swayed by showers and compliments kept him coming back. "I don't even know your name." she leaned towards him, propping her hands on the plastic table, flashing him an unintentionally flirty grin while her position had her breasts spilling out a bit more of her top.
"I'm Zeke." the blond replied, sticking his hand out for her to shake. Huh, that name sounded familiar. Maybe she met him at another party and just forgot. She replied with her name and allowed him to envelope her hand in his, seeming to be a little more enthusiastic than she should be. "Great to meet you finally." he added.
"Totally!" she said with her million watt smile, the insinuation that he knew of her longer than he knew her completely going over her head. Forgetting that she had come to the mini bar to get her boyfriend and his friends their drinks, she grabbed a cup for herself and place another in Zeke's hand, moving closer to him and away from the line of thirsty partygoers that has formed behind her. "Why don't I know you?" unadulterated curiosity dripped from her voice before she took a sip of her drink.
Zeke promptly answered her question– proudly yet humbly talking about how he graduated from the same college but is still on campus to complete the last year of his master's degree in philosophy (finally, a man who sees the importance of skin care and will give me free samples when he starts working!, she thought). He then went on to take about how he might pursue his doctorate degree after a gap year along with other future plans, or at least that's what she thought she heard.
She found herself in yet another daze as she shamelessly studied the blond from head to toe, thinking about how much Zeke reminded her of Eren with the way he carried himself independently, confidently, and mysteriously. Though his eyes were not as bright as her boyfriend's, his gaze much more depth and experience–the kind you see in people who have old souls. The twinkle in his gray eyes as he went on and on about a topic he was passionate about was eerily similar to the one in Eren's eyes had whenever he did the same.
"You still with me?" Zeke's husky voice called out, biting back the smug grin that was making its way to his face upon seeing how she was checking him out so blatantly the entire time he was talking, only replying with breathy yeah's and uh-huh's. He concluded that might another one of those college girls who were into older men if she paid that much attention to him when the boyfriend she claimed to love so dearly and always posted about on her social media was just a couple meters away from them. He was glad to be of help on her journey to self-realization, though.
"Huh? Oh! I'm so sorry!" the realization that she had spaced out dawned upon her and the embarrassment started to creep in. She didn't know how long Zeke had been talking for, but it must have been a while as the drinks she meant to bring back to her friends were nothing but empty cups now. Great, he probably thinks I'm stupid just like other people do. "I, uh, yeah. I'm still with you, yes. I'm with you." she stammered before downing what remained of her drink in hopes that it would relax her then set the red cup next to the empty, used ones.
"Yeah? Good girl." he merely muttered the praise, but the rich baritone in his voice made his words more arousing than they should be. While he's used that line on countless of easy, desperate sorority girls, it was different this time– he can tell that she was a people pleaser, and that validation was just as important to her as food and water was. True enough, he saw something in her gaze change as her breath hitched in her throat. Ha, she's turned on.
Praise was nothing new to a beautiful, hot and sinful lady like her. Everywhere she went, she was met with validating compliments and kind words that she really did appreciate and couldn't get enough of. With Zeke, however, he uttered that line with such ardor that she wanted to hear more of it. She barely knew him, but she wanted to please him. Not only that, she wanted the intelligent, calculating man to approve of her.
Especially in a more intimate setting.
Wait, no. You're with Eren. He's waiting for you. You're his girlfriend. He loves you. You love him.
"I, uh... I-I gotta go. Need to go back." suddenly her mouth and head felt like it was filled with cotton, leaving her to stammer and stutter out that she needed to go find her partner and his friends before she does something she'd regret in the morning. She loved her boyfriend to bits, and even if he had done her dirty a few times, she would never stoop to his low ways.
Just when she turned her back on Zeke familiar heat coursed through her body, especially in her core, making her stop right in her tracks while her face twisted in horror at how she forgot that jungle juice was always laced with some sort of upper. She enjoyed getting faded every now and then, and while she never had a horrible experience with it, she absolutely hated waking up the next day feeling dehydrated and ugly.
"Hey, hey." Zeke boldly stepped close behind her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, his warm palm soothingly rubbing up and down her arm, and making her feel so, so good. "Are you alright? Do you wanna go to the bathroom?" he knew the answers since he knew just what exactly went into the alcoholic punch served at fraternity parties, and luckily it never did anything but make him sleepy and dehydrated, so he would be able to be take care of her while his useless little brother and his friends acted like dogs.
"Yeah. Bathroom." she managed to say before leaning into Zeke and clinging onto his sweater for dear life. While she wasn't losing her sense of balance unlike one would assume, she felt this desire to be as close to the man as possible even if she felt warm. She usually didn't have a lot of thoughts, but this time her mind was racing with which part of Zeke she wanted to get her hands on.
She thought the combination of drugs and alcohol lead her to feel and think that way, even though the truth of matter was they only aided her in acting out how she'd been feeling all along.
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Luckily, the closest bathroom was empty, and Zeke wasted no time closing the toilet and seating her on the lid, then turned the sink on to dampen the guest hand towel. She, on the other hand, slumped back into the toilet and stared at the ceiling, feeling the butterflies in her stomach and core flutter about wildly because oh my God, she was alone with this fine specimen of a man. Turning her head, she watched as he wrung the towel of excess water before turning the sink off. She thought he wouldn't notice, but he could see her from the corner of his eye focusing on his hands as they squeezed and wrapped around the hand towel, knowing exactly was she was picturing.
Once satisfied, he knelt in front of her and moved to dab the damp hand towel across her forehead where beads of sweat had gathered, only to have her slap his hand away, muttering something about her make-up and knocking the hand towel to the floor with a dull plop. "Oh, alright." Zeke shrugged and made his move to crack the bathroom window open for some air, though his movement was cut short as she grabbed him by the collar of his sweatshirt and pulled him back down. Zeke already knew that that was the green light, seeing how her glossy, unfocused eyes tried their best to communicate her innermost want.
The pair stared into each other's eyes for what seemed like eternity before she made the first move by leaning in to slant her lips against Zeke's. She may not know her left from her right, but she knew damn well that what she was doing was wrong, and that it would greatly displease Eren if he found out.
Ah, if.
Ridding her thoughts of Eren, she moved her hands from Zeke's sweatshirt to his neck, gently yet firmly pulling him closer; the flame of desire has turned into a full blown bonfire, and there was no turning back. It was alright with her, though, as she got the sense that Zeke won't tell if she didn't.
This encounter will be their dirty little secret.
"Wait." Zeke broke away from the kiss and cupped her face in his hands, getting her to pay full attention to what he was about to say. "Are you sure?" he asked. He knew that he would be the world's biggest asshole for doing this to his brother in the very fraternity house he headed, but he would be more of an asshole to take advantage of a woman's vulnerability while intoxicated– Zeke has never and will never play with that shit. Nodding quickly, she barely waited for him to finish talking before pulling him into her once more and meeting his lips in a fiery, passionate kiss.
Fuck it, they thought, getting lost and giving into their carnal desires. Gasps, moans, and the sounds of their lips smooching against each other reverberated through the bathroom, heightening their arousal as it tickled their ears like a siren's song. Zeke broke away for the second time that night, moving his face away to press kisses along her jawline and her neck while his fingers lightly ran across the skin above her breasts before groping them through her clothes, holding back a groan upon feeling everything that would otherwise be covered by a bra. Fluttering her eyes shut, she exhaled a breath she didn't know she had been holding in while she wrapped her smooth legs around right below where Zeke's ribs were.
Given that she was seated while Zeke was kneeling in front of her, her damp core pressed against his toned chest, and while it was awkward of her to rut her arousal into his chest like that, she couldn't give a rat's ass– she was in desperate need of friction in her most sensitive area and she'll take what's given to her.
Chuckling lightly, he moved his hands further down to her still her hips, muttering something about how he'd make it all about her, and that she just has to lie back and enjoy. When she felt him place her legs on his shoulders and keep his hands on her ankles, her eyes opened to peer down at him while a smile broke out into her face in excitement and a bit of nervousness given that it's been quite a while since she had gotten her fun down there. If this were Eren, she would have had his cock down her throat by now.
No, it's not him. Forget him.
Zeke pressed slow, passion-filled open-mouthed kisses across her right thigh before giving the left one the same treatment. His beard was ticklish and a bit scratchy against her immaculate skin, but it sent jolts through her body that further dampened her core. She wiggled her hips in impatience, making the man chuckle a bit and squeeze her ankles lightly as a warning. From his peripheral view, he could see that she had her lust-blown eyes trained on him, her gaze never wavering. Somehow, her utmost focus gave off the sense that she had never been on the receiving end of oral sex, and it ignited something in him that made him want to ruin other men for her.
After what seemed like an eternity for her, Zeke finally, finally pushed her panties to the side and moved his face towards her sopping core, taking a split second to take in her sweet scent then pressed his tongue against her leaking slit, licking every drop she had to offer from bottom to top before engulfing her engorged clit. "Holy shit!" she squealed and threw her head back to rest on the lid of the toilet kit, her hand flying to card through his flaxen hair and grip at his head. Zeke had done the bare minimum, but it was more than enough to make her see stars.
Letting out an appreciative hum, the blond got to work and kept her guessing by alternating between inconsistent licks and sucks. Hearing her breathing getting quicker and her moans getting higher were telltale signs that she was close to her climax. He feigned beating around the bush by lazily licking her clit, counting to ten before he slipped two thick fingers into her core, wasting no time in finding the spongey spot and rubbing the pads of his fingers against in.
"Fuck! Fuck!" she cussed, feeling the fire in her lower abdomen burn like crazy as her toes curled in her Blahniks. "Zeke!" she called out, feeling herself being lifted higher and higher, becoming unsure if he was still there with her. The only response she got were Zeke's lips closing around her clit once more as he stroked her g-spot faster, and within minutes, she orgasmed with a high moan and gushed all over his mouth, beard, and chest.
"Damn, little girl." he muttered, looking down at how her arousal dripped down from his mouth and chin, dampening the front of his shirt. Scoffing in amusement, he looked up at her and swore angels look exactly like she did at that moment– her eyes were placidly shut, her legs still wide open and resting on his strong shoulders, her breasts heaved up and down as she caught her breath, and the prettiest blush spread across her face. He studied every detail of her in her post-orgasmic bliss, wanting the image to burn into his memory forever.
The brief moment of post-orgasmic bliss was broken by her speaking out. "My turn, Zeke." she said, sitting up and reaching down to palm at the tent that had formed in his pants. Licking her lips, her nimble fingers undid his fly before his hand caught hers. Confused, she looked at him with a deer-in-the-headlights looking. "Don't you want me to suck your dick now?" she was thoroughly confused. Thanks to Eren's constant reminders, she took pride in her blowjob skills and lack of gag reflex; she couldn't fathom the generous man in front of her missing out on that.
"Tonight" Zeke started, pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose. "Is all about" he kissed her forehead. "You." he rasped before pressing a kiss on her silky lips. Rarely did he find himself in such a cheesy, generous mood, but there was something that made him want to bring the sweetheart in front of him to her peak at least ten times that night.
"Oh, Zeke..." her voice was feeble and barely above a whisper when the kiss was broken. Zeke interlaced their fingers together and squeezed her hand gently as a silent assurance that he got her. She swallowed thickly and exhaled before pleading in a tone that was honey to the man's ears. "Zeke, please fuck me."
"Whatever you want, baby girl." he found every strand of his conscience snap upon hearing the request he couldn't turn down. Grunting, he moved to stand up and remove his sweatshirt, revealing a toned body that he had been hiding from her the whole night. He gingerly pulled her up by the forearms, supporting her by the waist as he led her to the sink and slightly pressing her stomach against the cool porcelain.
Upon seeing her reflection in the mirror, her eyes almost popped out of their sockets as she noted how obvious it was that she had just the best climax of her life thus far. Her eyes shifted to the reflection of the man behind her, his eyes blown up with lust as they met her gaze through the mirror. She felt the heat rush to her cheeks upon seeing his strong, god-like body, already seeing herself touching herself to the thought of it for the next few nights.
Pressing a kiss to her shoulder, Zeke's crept his fingers under her skirt and hooked them on the waistband of her panties, muttering a "may I?" in hear ear. Once he saw her nod eagerly, he pulled the arousal-soaked fabric down her legs and helped her out of them. Slipping them in his pocket, he wasted no time in undoing the rest of his fly, pushing his pants slightly below his crotch, and taking his painfully hard cock out of his underwear. "Look at me." something in his tone shifted that made it apparent that his words were not a request, but an order. Obediently, she held his stare through the mirror and watched his face contort into a pleasure expression once he pressed the head of his dick onto her warm entrance, making her whimper and gasp.
She fought to keep her eyes open as she felt his girthy cock sink into her inch by inch. The blond had barely put half his length in her when he heard her whine about she felt so full already. "Take this dick. Be a good girl." he knew those words would have an effect on her, and true enough, she bit her lower lip and shut up while he sank every inch of his cock into her. "There's my good girl." he breathed out, taking a minute to relish the feeling of her tight, warm walls enveloping his length snugly.
Impatiently, she bucked her hips back, signifying that she needed him to move and make her see stars for the second time that night. With a hum, he gripped her waist with one hand while his free hand snaked up her torso and rested on one of her perky breasts, fingers lightly tracing over her hardened bud. Feeling that it was the right time, he pulled himself out of her halfway before thrusting back in, soon finding a slow but steady rhythm.
"Look at me." he called out upon seeing her attempt to close her eyes. Huffing with a slight pout, she mustered all the strength she had left to keep her eyes open, though she found the order to be more and more difficult with each thrust that had the head of Zeke's cock brush against her cervix. "Be my good girl and look at me." he reminded her, sensing that she was close to disobeying him.
"I'm your good girl." she muttered, shocking herself at how easy she gave away herself to him, though she couldn't help it– she meant every letter. "I'm your good girl!" she moaned out upon having Zeke ask her to repeat that.
"Yeah, baby. Are you mine?" his thrusts picked up the pace, his hips now ruthlessly slamming against her plush ass. She let out a long moan and felt herself get wetter at the thought of being his– there was just something so arousing about it. "Are you my good girl? Say you are." he said through gritted teeth, moving the hand on her breast to grip her by the hair and pull her head back.
"Yes!" she exclaimed in a gasp, feeling him brush against her cervix in the most delicious way. "I'm your good girl, Zeke! I'm your good girl!" she moaned out over and over again. Thankfully, the music right outside the bathroom drowned out her voice, lest 85% of the student population heard her moan and whimper like a common slut.
"Mm, the best girl." he rasped and tightened his grip on her hair. His gaze flickered down for a brief moment, noting how her ass jiggled perfectly with each thrust, leading him to move the hand on her waist to her ass. Without any warning, he lifted his hand up and brought it down to land a sharp smack on her ass cheek, making her moan louder and clench around him tighter.
Bingo.
He soothingly ran his palm across her ass before giving it a squeeze and landing another smack. He then moved the hand to her front and rubbed her clit with his middle finger At that point, she had lost all control left and screwed her eyes shut, focusing on the immense amount of carnal pleasure coursing through her body. She found her lower belly heating up once again, signaling that she was close to her second climax of the night.
"More, please!" she cried out, throwing her ass back onto him to meet his thrusts. "Fuck me!" she repeated over and over like a prayer. Luckily, Zeke complied, losing himself in pleasure while he focused on the addicting sensation of her wet heat around him and her plush, sensual body that was his for the taking.
She felt the heat of her climax wash over her, falling silent for a nanosecond before letting out a long, high-pitched moan. "That's it." Zeke rasped in her ear. "Cumming on my cock– shit– like the good girl you are. That's it." he slowed the ministrations on her clit but continued to pound into her. She feebly whimpered at his words, coming down from her high and feeling the heat of her orgasm make a slow exit.
"Here I– fuck– come." the blond behind her stammered and swore, his thrusts getting sloppy and irregular. It didn't take long for his own climax to hit, making him plunge into her one last time in a smooth, deep stroke, filling her with his hot seed. She didn't have the strength to say it, but feeling him spill in her like that got her aroused all over again. Instead, she let out a dopey grin and sighed in content.
Zeke pressed his forehead against her shoulder as he caught his breathe, screwing his eyes shut as he came to terms that he actually fucked his younger brother's girlfriend, and with the way things went, he might find himself coming back to her for more.
"Zeke?" she croaked, her throat dry and hoarse from all her moaning and screaming. Exhaling sharply, he snapped his head up and moved to clean things up. He chivalrously made sure she was all squeaky clean down there and did his best to smooth her hair and clothes out before tucking himself back into his pants and putting his sweatshirt back on.
She stood motionless, holding onto the sink for support given that her legs felt all tingly and soft. Watching as he pattered around the bathroom, making sure nothing was out of place lest somebody suspects something, she smiled softly and thought that maybe, just maybe, the stars will realign and they would get the chance to repeat the mind-blowing sex they just had.
"You're not gonna tell, are you?" Zeke asked, meeting her eyes in the mirror once again. She shook her head and shot him a gentle, reassuring smile, even playfully holding up her pinky to say that she promised to keep their encounter. "Good, good girl." he said with a toothy grin.
Stepping behind her, he wrapped his arms around her lightly trembling frame for one last embrace, though something told him there will be a next time. Just as she melted into him, feeling the intoxication wear off and drowsiness take over, he pressed a kiss to the crown of her head and whispered "come on, let's get you home".
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"Yo, babe!" Eren hollered, his outburst making his friends crane their necks back and their jaws drop. They furrowed their eyebrows at Eren's girlfriend's disheveled state: her mascara ran and gathered under her eyes while her lipgloss was smeared all over he chin; her hair was lopsided, and her clothes were wrinkled and it seemed like she had hastily put them on– it was so unlike her to step out looking like that. She didn't seem to hear him, however, as she carried out with waddling her way through the crowd to get to the door. Getting up from his seat, Eren shoved his way through the crowd and made his way to the woman in question.
"Babe! Where the hell have you been?" Eren's frantic voice boomed louder than the music, though thankfully it wasn't enough to cause a scene. He went out to ramble about she'd been gone for a good hour and a half, and how he'd been trying to call her phone only to realize she had given it to him for safekeeping. Sure, he had a blast during the hour and a half of "freedom", but knowing how she wasn't all there, he couldn't help but worry a little. "Where have you been? Tell me." he was growing impatient as she just stood there, eyes glazed over and unfocused the whole time he was talking.
"Somewhere." she replied curtly, punctuating her answer with a giggle. Reaching into his jacket pocket, she pulled her phone out and shamelessly tucked it into the waistband of her skirt. "I'm going home now. I'm tired." she announced, turning her back on Eren before one more word could get out his mouth.
"Hey, Eren." a familiar voice called out over the music. Turning around, Eren frowned in annoyance and slight bewilderment when he saw that it was his stuck-up, pretentious older brother.
"What are you doing here?" the brunette asked through gritted teeth. Zeke never failed to remind Eren of how vapid and hedonistic his lifestyle was, yet there he was– hypocritically standing right in the belly of everything he criticized. In Eren's territory, at that.
"Nothing." Zeke merely shrugged and fished through his pockets for his smokes. "Just wanted to say hi." he muttered before placing a fresh cigarette between his lips. Flashing Eren a sarcastic smile, he condescendingly ruffled the younger's hair and made his way to the door. Eren merely scoffed in bewilderment, watching his asshole of a brother saunter his way out. Unintentionally, his eyes zeroed in on what looked like women's underwear hanging out of the elder's pocket.
Eren wouldn't have cared, but it looked exactly like the underwear he bought last week for his girlfriend.
do you still stan erwin or did you change your f/o like the other squad girls did
The long answer is that we have an entire life together in my head with all the nitty gritty details mapped out but that would take like a 40-part post 🥺😍
The short answer is yes, I do stan him very hard 🥰
Lies the boys have told their parent/s so they could go out and Smash™
TW: Implied sexual content. Minors DNI.
A/N: I do not, in any way/shape/form, condone lying to your parent/s or guardian/s. However, I do understand why you would hehe I'll work on the girls' next!! Let me know if I missed anyone or if there's anyone you'd want to read about :D
Eren
- He'd tell his mom that he's going to watch so and so's gig and that it "starts and ends really late, so don't bother waiting for me".
- Carla wonders who these musician friends of Eren's are and how do they get booked at least 4 nights a week.
- She also wonders why she hasn't met them before. They must be really busy with these gigs Eren speaks of.
Armin
- I would think he has an excuse/lie tracker omg like a little written record of the excuses/lies he's used and when.
- Because while he has no problem catching himself if he slips, it would be much better to just have a smooth, rehearsed spiel where he won't have to lie that much.
- Most of the time, he'd say that he has a group study session that will end late or a pub quiz.
Reiner
- Probably some really lukewarm excuse that would have no chance of making sense with any other parent.
- But Karina trusts that he'd be home at a decent hour and won't get into trouble, so she couldn't care less if he asks permission to go to "that thing" with "this person".
- He's the master of quietly opening and closing the doors, and sneaking into his room, so he can always say he was home earlier than expected.
Bertholdt
- He earned 110% of his dad's trust because he doesn't abuse his going-out privileges.
- In fact, he rarely ever uses them, so he could ask permission to go to Reiner's sleepover birthday party (for the 6th time that year) and he'd be allowed.
- He also makes up for the time he was out by doing extra house chores so that he wouldn't be called out for being no work and all play.
Jean
- He ends up squabbling a bit with his parents before being allowed out since he goes in and out of the house so much that it raises eyebrows.
- He often resorts to "video games at this person's house" or "That person's house party"
- but he gets hit with "well, tell them to come here and drink since we're paying for all this alcohol" or "why don't you play with that PS5 we bought you?" that he'll have to fight out of.
- He's honestly better off just sneaking out to avoid conflict, but in circumstances where he can't, he uses Marco, Connie, or Sasha's name.
- He once slipped and said he was driving Sasha to the airport for a late night flight to Niccolo's hometown, only to have the couple present for the barbecue lunch the Kirstein's were hosting the very next day.
Marco
- He could honestly give a rusty, worn-out excuse, but that charming boyish smile will make you believe him at the drop of a hat.
- I don't think he will, though, and would rather resort to telling white lies such as he'll be out for a movie with his significant other but he won't say that they'll be in a dark, private, soundproof room with their clothes off
- or that they'll grab a bite to eat at midnight though he won't specifically say what they'll be eating.
Connie
- Whether he asked permission or not honestly doesn't matter because his mother has to jump through hoops just to reach him on his phone that's out of coverage area, low on juice, or left at home.
- If he does get caught in a situation needing an excuse, however, his go-to is "a late dinner with the squad" or that he'll be out for drinks and will be home quite late.
Zeke
- I'm getting pretentious art hoe vibes from him, so
- It wouldn't be a surprise to his parents that he would tell them he'd be at his friend's art exhibit or at some spoken word poetry event then will grab some drinks after since that seems to be his go-to activity during weekend nights.
Porco
- For some reason, he thinks his parent/s believe him when he says he'll be out with his friends for a game of basketball/football.
- At 10 in the evening.
- In gray sweatpants.
- Well, whatever. His parent/s obviously know the truth, and while they're insulted that he thinks they'll be stupid enough to believe his lies, they're just glad he's not doing the nasty under their roof and that he's not out doing something illegal.
- They also wish he would just sneak out so that they don't have to be reminded of their son's sex-capades.
do you still stan erwin or did you change your f/o like the other squad girls did
The long answer is that we have an entire life together in my head with all the nitty gritty details mapped out but that would take like a 40-part post 🥺😍
The short answer is yes, I do stan him very hard 🥰
