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Illicit Affairs | Z. Yeager
Zeke Yeager x f!reader
summary: an unspoken love hidden from others. An involvement with the Zeke Yeager was akin to a sweet dream. It was reckless and was bound to be tragic with what the Wonder Boyâs ambition will bring. Yet, every time, none dared to speak the three words that might change everything or nothing.
cw: canonverse. unprotected sex, hinted corruption kink, secret relationship. creampie, possessive Zeke Yeager, kinda angsty? praise, zeke calls reader good girl. Zeke is only soft to reader, okay i guess this fic is lowkey sweet but more so bittersweet
wc : 5.3k
a/n : it has been very long while and I'm mid away S4 part 2 of AOT but am now watching Bleach just cause. So here is a Zeke fic that's been sitting in my drafts for a long time with a lot of other drafts. I will also start posting some fics when I make an ao3 acc! Again, I'm sorry for being gone for a long time but I'll try to write more because I do miss it and I miss interacting with everyone here too.
Special thanks to @iwaasfairy for beta-reading this! â„ïž
Thatâs thing about illicit affairs and clandestine meetings and longing stares
Itâs born from just one single glance but it dies and it dies, and it dies
A million little times
âHow about you?â The ravenette nodded at your direction, a gentle yet playful smile adorning her face. The sleepy and calm look in her eyes was ever present but now had a shimmer of curiosity.Â
âWhat about me?âÂ
âHave you been seeing anyone?â Pieckâs grin widened, especially when you froze momentarily. All fell eyes on you now.Â
You nervously laughed and played it off by pouring yourself another serving of wine. Little did you know, two pairs of eyes were curiously keen to know the answer, they stared at you with anticipation, and Pieck knew this.Â
âYeah, let me know, so I could beat him up. Give him a good scare,â Galliard smirked, clenching his fist and flexing his bicep to further his point.Â
âYou wonât have to scare anyone,â you interjected immediately but like being shot with an unexpected arrow to the back or as if being caught sneaking around to steal something, you tensed. The all too familiar burning stare made your skin prickle and your body shiver. Swallowing the lump in your throat and maintaining your composure, you continued. âThereâs nobody.âÂ
To make it even more believable you offered your friends a smile.
The blond across you exhaled as if he held his breath. âIf there was somebody, she would tell us. We donât have to pry like this.âÂ
Pieck pursed her lips, eyes teasing and in disbelief. âOh? Well, Iâm just teasing her, Reiner.âÂ
You chuckled and reached to the back of your neck, your senses tingling from the knowing feeling of what itâs like to be in his presence.Â
âPlus, people know better than to go after our Y/N.â Porco huffed, leaning back into the cushioned booth seat, a strand of ashy blond hair falling from its slicked body. âWeâre not letting some good for nothing idiot anywhere near her.â
âHow protective of you, Pock.â Pieck mused, your ears not picking up a lot as your head buzzed with the effects of wine. âAnd do you think youâre not a good for nothing idiot?âÂ
He was here. You could feel him. As you stared into the glass, the still body of deep red reflected your face.Â
âHey, kid.â A hand gently squeezed your shoulder. The warm touch made you shudder as your teeth clenched. Donât call me, kid. Something about that made your heart sink a little and yet his touch lingered as everyone acknowledged his appearance.Â
âWhatâs Pieck tormenting you with this time?â He asked, voice void of sarcasm one would really think he was serious but thatâs him. He says some things seriously with a humour he only understood.Â
âIâm not tormenting her,â she giggled, glancing at you as Zeke causally stood behind you, not taking a seat in the booth you four were sat. âJust asking about our dear little crybabyâs love life.âÂ
âOh?â
âThereâs not much to tell because she claims she doesnât have one.âÂ
His thumb gently drew circles on the back of your shoulder, your heart picking up at the gesture. You raised your gaze from the wine and up to him. His defined jaw and the sinews of his neck as he spoke were the first thing you gathered before moving to his lips, his cheekbones, his nose and his eyes. You werenât sure if it was the buzz of the wine getting to you, making you feel all soft and fuzzy but this was a face you had gazed upon many a night. Sometimes you wondered why he hid his handsome face with his golden beard. Not that you were complaining, oh no. The hair that framed his mouth and jaw added a kind of wisdom to him, it made his overall countenance even more unreadable.Â
âHow is she supposed to have one when youâve got these two,â he tilted his head slightly to the direction of the two men sat across from you. ââŠColt and even the kids, guarding her like a hawk?â Zeke jested.Â
How indeed.Â
âShe could be having a secret love affair?â Pieck suggested with a sly smile, winking at your direction.
But all you could think about was how you disliked it when Zeke called you kid.Â
Soft linen kissed the bare skin of your back and your head rested upon a cloud soft pillow. Your whole body tingled as if slowly being set aflame, sparks ignited with every single caress from callous yet gentle hands. The bitter taste of tobacco lingered on his pink lips that youâd never imagined to be this soft and yet there was a sweetness to them that you canât quite place but you craved for more.Â
His hands run down your sides and paused at your hips, giving them a gentle squeeze, feeling them as if checking that he was really touching you as his lips refused to leave yours. When they did he found himself wanting to kiss every part of you and he had the rest of the long night to do so. Your lips parted slightly with a soft gasp escaping when his lips, hot, kissed and suckled at the curve of your neck. Your legs shivered to close, wanting to rub against each other for some kind of friction but he was between them as he pinned you beneath him, worshipping you with every kiss and caressing you with adoration.
He felt the way your thighs tried to close, squeezing his waist gently. He couldnât hold back the smirk that formed on his face as he continued to kiss you, bringing his knee up to your mound.
âZ-Zeke!â You had gasped, your hands gripping his shoulders squeezed him at the sudden pressure of where you began to ache.
âThatâs a beautiful rendition of my name, sweetheart,â he murmured against your skin. âIâm looking forward to hearing more.âÂ
Zeke didnât know what was awoken in him to even try with you. All he knew was he wanted you and that every time you had to leave after being with him and your shared friends, heâd rather go home with you than watch you go. He sought after you in ways he shouldnât and believed he couldnât care for. He didnât know what exactly it was. Was it because his term with his Titan was ending? Maybe he just wanted to live a little? Let loose before he dies? He was too intoxicated by just you to even contemplate an answer, itâs even more difficult when he could feel your supple soft skin beneath his calloused tainted hands, hear your titillating breaths and feel warmth emanating from your body.Â
It felt like a crime to be this close to you. To touch you. He couldnât help but be audacious when he had seen you from across the room, seated by the bar and in a conversation with Pieck. He had wondered what she had said to you that made you flush and bloom so prettily that the sudden idea of other parts of you being that same shade of flush crossed his mind. He couldâve stayed away. He shouldâve. But when you caught him staring at you from afar and you held his gaze, he knew that something was lit aflame.Â
Then it happened over and over again. Longing stares, a glint in his eye and a soft nod of your head and a smile to silently acknowledge him. Over and over til small talk became in depth conversations, til soft short touches lingered and became bolder.Â
Till it all filled a chalice that was full and now was overflowing endlessly. All that so he could now feel your skin against his, your lips on his lips and be completely and utterly drunk on all of you.Â
âT-take these off.â You huffed when you lied back down, annoyed with the fabrics that separated the two of you.Â
âImpatient are we?â He grinned, leaning back to full height and kneeling between you. You rolled your eyes at the smug look on his face but when he discarded his blazer and his fingers worked the buttons of his shirt, you let out a deep breath. It was a shame that his clothes hid away such a toned frame, a body that was trained rigorously for years and one that harnessed a Titan.Â
âYou were the one who kissed me first,â you pointed out, still admiring his physique illuminated by moonlight.Â
âI couldnât hold myself back anymore.â He threw the shirt away before bringing his attention, not like he wasnât before, back to you. There you laid on his bed, hair beautifully a mess, only in your shell satin slip,pliant and anticipating, looking up at him with those eyes of yours. He wished he could take a picture.Â
âSee. Youâre the impatient one.âÂ
âGuilty as charged.â He surrendered easily to you and only you.Â
Without wasting another precious moment, his lips claimed yours and he would claim it over and over again if he had to. You were sweet. Too sweet. Too much of a good thing that he shouldnât ruin because God knows the sins he had committed. But at the end of the day, he was also a man. A temptation as promising and as beautiful as you was worth a bite.Â
Zekeâs hands roamed the expanse of exposed skin, finding that he adored touching the skin of your thighs as he pushed the satin fabric higher and higher, enjoying the way your breath hitched when he caressed your inner thigh.Â
âHave you ever had someone before?â He asked, grey eyes looking through long, pretty, dark golden lashes.
âWhy?â You caught your lip between your teeth finding the question amusing as you hid your smirk. âDo you want me to say youâre the first?âÂ
His hands squeezed your thighs, his jaw tightening as he glared. âYouâre teasing.âÂ
âAm I?â You ran your fingers through his blond hair, pushing it back to see his face. He looked agitated and antagonised, and the way he looked at you like this made you want to push his buttons more. Did it bother him if someone else did touch you? Was he a territorial kind of man?Â
His thumbs dug into the flesh of your thighs. âAnswer my question.âÂ
You kept his gaze and let your smile unfold, and he didnât like that. But you looked so god damn beautiful, smiling down at him like that with your secrets and leaving him on the edge, wondering if youâll indulge him with what you hid behind that confident expression.
âWhy?â You werenât letting up, your fingers untangling from his locks, his eyes followed your hand and how it traced your collarbone then slowly down between the valley of your breasts. âYouâre wondering if Iâve been touched here?âÂ
âYes.â He replied, hands sliding up to grip your hips now.Â
âNo...and nowhere else.âÂ
Zeke muttered a swear and your smile remained, finding it amusing how the great Zeke Yeager, the Wonder Boy and War Chief, was acting. Youâve never seen him like this or even imagined him to be like this.Â
âGood.â He spoke, moving up so that his face was levelled with yours, his frame caging you. âBecause I would make sure youâll forget whoever it was.âÂ
âDidnât know you were so possessive, War Chief.â You batted your lashes, leaning up to kiss the corner of his mouth. âItâs a new look on you.âÂ
âYou are a tease.âÂ
âA secret love affair?â Galliard scoffed as if the possibility of it was so far-fetched. He was in denial of it.
âIs that so hard to believe?â Pieck smirked knowingly at Porcoâs reaction. His annoyance was written all over his face at the thought of someone else getting to you first. âWell, is it?âÂ
The ravenette was met with silence and you gave your two male friends in front of you a sheepish smile. You werenât going to say anything. You couldnât. Not with how things were.Â
Far away from peering eyes and gossiping lips, you were his. You knew that. He made sure you knew. It was hard to not remember when every time you two would meet, your skin would have evidence of your time together. His lips would kiss and brandish your skin with marks that would take days to fade and if they did, heâd make sure to kiss and nip at you again.Â
In the privacy of his apartment, he was yours in the way every woman dreamed a man could be. Dressed in his shirts that smelled like him, youâd wander the rooms, going through his collection of books and sometimes making the two of you meals. He freely doted on you and flirted, took care of you and was a different person with you. On the other hand, Zeke could watch you forever but he had never confessed that out loud. Watching you go about his home as if you lived there too, as if you and him were in a world where nothing constrained him, had glimpses of a future cross his mind. Zeke reminded himself that they were nothing but fantasies. An impossible dream.Â
You were his and he was yours, and yet at the table, or in public, you didnât know what you two were supposed to be.Â
âIâm going to call it a night.â You yawned, slowly getting up feeling your lover's hand slip down your back. His touch was gone briefly and you already missed it. What an idiotic, lovesick fool heâs made you. âWe should do this again sometime.âÂ
âDefinitely.â Reiner smiled your way and you returned it, unaware of how his expression softened to quiet adoration but a pair of steel grey eyes knew that look too well.Â
âIâll walk the lady home.â Zeke casually announced, not raising any alarms in anyoneâs heads. Meanwhile, your heart skipped when he had said that.Â
âSure you wonât stay? You havenât even sat down to drink?â Galliard asked, hoping he could take over the duty of walking you home.Â
âJust saw you all from the window and decided to drop by. Canât drink tonight, I have a meeting with the top brass tomorrow morning.â Zeke declined courteously, the younger warriors nodding in acknowledgement.
âThereâs always next time.â Pieck chirped, not thinking much of how the blond helped you with your coat. Everyone knew how Zeke took care of you. Itâs always been like that ever since you all were young.Â
âNext round is on me.â He placed a couple of bills on the table, Porco cheering at the treat as you waved at them and excused yourself for the night, Zeke following you three steps behind.
The streets were empty at this hour, dim yellow lights lit the road with white blankets of fallen snow on the ground and that same white was sprinkled on the rooftops. You could feel his gaze on your back and smell the thick scent of tobacco from the cigarette between his lips. You wished he was closer but you didnât ask for too much with all the unanswered questions of your relationship with him.
âWhereâs your scarf?â He asked.
âOh, I mustâveâ,âÂ
He draped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you close, the intimacy and the sudden closeness catching you off guard. âYouâre going to catch a cold if you keep forgetting.âÂ
âMhm.â You nodded. That was all you could manage from your shock and fluster. He didnât pull away after passing four street lamps, he continued to walk by your side as if he should be and as if this was an everyday occurrence, but to you it was so much more. You wished your heart could stop beating so fast so you could really cherish the moment.
âYours or mine?â He asked when the two of you reached the cross section, his arm still pulling you close to his side, his warmth keeping you from shivering from the cold.Â
âI thought you had a meeting with the top brass tomorrowâŠI donât want to keep you up.âÂ
âMhm, but you will.â He responded with a playful sing song voice all you could was shake your head and softly laugh.Â
Your place wasnât much compared to what he has as Marleyâs Wonder Boy and War Chief, and yet when you least expected it heâd drop by, saying he was just passing and then you let him in for coffee or tea which always led to you and him tangled in the sheets. The same goes for his place, except there it felt more like home to you. Somewhere completely safe and guarded.Â
âYours.â You answered, leaning your head against him and he gently squeezed you tightly as a response before turning left, to the direction of his home.Â
In the dim hallway, the keys rattled against each other as he unlocked the door, his half embrace around you gone for the time being. You rocked yourself on the balls and heels of your feet watching with butterflies in your tummy as he opened the door. Like a gentleman, he held it open and gestured for you to head in first.Â
You shook your head, smiled, and stepped in. You looked around the apartment, very minimalist as always but homey in its own way. You removed your coat and folded it neatly to hang on the armchair. Plain white curtains, sand coloured sofa with matching cushions, a coffee table with books stacked on its surface as well as several folded newspapers from the days before and a crystal ashtray that had been your gift to him.Â
The door clicked shut and locked behind you, you exhaled feeling the comfort of his home wash over you. You turned to him.Â
âShould I make coffee for the bothâ
You didnât finish your offer as his lips on yours stopped you from doing so. His hands held your waist and pulled you against him.Â
âNo coffee, just you.â He managed to say in between kisses, his hands sliding down to the curve of your ass and even lower, a signal you knew all too well. You did as he asked, bouncing once so he could support you in wrapping your legs around his waist. âGood girl.â He hummed with praise, before clashing his lips against yours again, easily carrying you to the direction of his bedroom.Â
God, you loved hearing every praise that poured from those lips of his.Â
Clothes came off quickly and were discarded along the way. His hands roamed the expanse of your body, caressing every curve and every spot that he had memorised would make you shiver in the sweet way you do. He knew your body and soul, and youâd be lying to yourself if you said you didnât love him. It was hard not to, especially when youâre lying on your back, breathless from hot kisses and heavy petting, on the edge of anticipation, caged beneath his frame with his handsome face hovering inches away from yours. Heâd always, even in the heat of every passionate moment, have a little pause as if just to look at you, to savour the moment. It never failed to make you blush. To be subject to his intense gaze laced with desire and something that you could not read.Â
Why did it have to be Zeke Yeager?Â
Little did you know, in his head, every time he gazed upon your flushed and glistening face, he wondered about how you couldâve been with Galliard or Reiner, any other man you wanted. The thought of anyone else looking upon you and touching you like this made his chest sizzle with green jealousy. He wanted you to be his and in this moment, when youâre lying beneath him, plush lips parted and waiting for more, heâs reminded that you were his.Â
Zeke hissed softly, torn from his epiphany when he felt the softness of your fingers wrap around his length, gliding up and down gently. You lined his cock to your entrance, the man before you amused by your impatience. He could feel the dampness leaking from you on his hot tip and it took everything in him to not grab your hips and fuck you then and there.Â
âZ-ZekeâŠâ you whine, pouting up at him. âP-please?âÂ
âHow badly do you need me?â He asked, sliding his length beneath your folds, a breathy moan leaving you as it brushed against your clit.Â
âB-bad.â You managed to say, your hands resting on his back. âPlease.â Your lips trembled with want, Zeke unable to maintain his composure. âI want you. Need to feel you.â You began to rock your hips against his length, trying to get some sort of relief from the searing ache he had caused. God, he loved it when you were like this.Â
Obliging to your cute sweet begging, he entered you painfully and deliciously slow. The heat of your walls wrapped snugly around him, fluttering and tightening at the intrusion, making him groan softly against your forehead while you moaned at the sensation of being finally filled. Each and every time, the beginning was a spreading warmth of euphoria.
Zekeâs teeth gritted against each other and he swore as he bottomed out, remaining still to just feel you. His pelvis pressed against yours, soft moans fell from your lips at the sensation of him inside of you as if all your secret trysts hadnât made you used to him. How were you able to make him feel like this? So desperate, hot and bothered, and insatiable for your touch and attention. A rough hand gripped your hip, while the other steadied him to prevent him from crushing you with his frame.Â
âYou gotta let me know if I can move, sweetheart.â There was a hint of tease in his voice but he needed your green light as always. The last thing he wanted was to hurt you. Your arms tugged him close, allowing you that comfort. He listened as you took a shaky breath, your hips wiggling to have a feel. A moan left you as you did, giving him the answer he needed. âI swear,â he muttered, his hands assisting your legs to wrap around his waist. âYouâre gonna be the death of me.â He wished that could be true.Â
Your heart skipped a beat at his words but that sweetness was overtaken with hot passionate need, when he rolled his hips, cock smoothly sliding between your walls. Your back arched into him, breasts pressing against his chest as you moaned and shuddered at the sensation. God, you needed more.Â
âGood girl.â He kissed your cheek, thrusting and began to set a steady pace, all restraint leaving him with the way you tightened around him with the praise as his name fell so sweetly over and over from your lips. Â
Shared soft moans and the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. The city outside was silent and the heat of your bodies fought off the cold bite of the winter breeze. Your nails sunk themselves in the skin of his back, the throbbing pleasure within your walls toe curling good. Zeke rather adored the marks your cute little claws would leave, he would always glance at them in the mirror post-sex when he has a chance before his regeneration makes it fade.Â
If you had any sort of shame within you, youâd be embarrassed at how you panted and moaned for him. Your desire for him was painfully obvious. His hips rhythmically colliding against yours emitted obscene wet squelching, your cunt greedily welcoming his thick length as you felt every inch of him against your plush walls.
âYouâre only this wet for me arenât you?â He teased, his hand on your hip assisting your left leg to hook around his hips, allowing him to angle himself in the way that you liked that all you could do to respond to him was whine. âThatâs it. Good girl.â The praise fell so enticingly smooth from his lips, his pace steady but fast.Â
Pleasure bloomed through you, the tightening feeling in your core cooling tighter and tighter, close to snapping. The heat, his skin, his voice, everything. You wanted it. You wanted to be his forever. You wantonly begged for more, your nails carving crescent dents into his back as he rolled his hips over and over with burning lust. This was the closest youâll ever be with him. The closest heâs going to allow you to be with him.Â
âFuck, Iâm close.â Zeke grunted, hips not faltering from its pace and hands gripping your hips tighter. The blond chased his high, slamming his pelvis against yours, driving his cock into your plush pulsating walls and watching how you stared up at him with those lustful heavy lidded eyes. âYouâre close too huh?â The sound of his voice made your walls tighten around him, Zeke groaning at the feeling. âTell me what you want, sweetheart.âÂ
âYou. Want youâŠmake me come please.â You whined, brought closer to the edge when you felt one his hands leave your hip to splay itself over your lower belly, palm pressing against your skin and his thumb against your clit. You moaned out his name, your hips bucking at the added stimulation.
You didnât have to tell Zeke twice. You were so good. So obedient. So sweet. So cute even like this, moaning and whining with pleasure, your breasts bouncing with every thrust and the lips of your pussy split by his cock, walls hugging him so snugly. He can never get tired of this, of you.Â
Zekeâs pace stuttered. Your walls squeezed him tighter and tighter, so close to your climax. Your voice was getting higher and louder too. His name fell from your lips like chants from a devoted worshipper begging their God to grant them their wishes. It boosted his ego as if it wasnât already big enough, and he continued to rub circles on your clit, watching your lips part in a silent scream, your eyes shutting as you succumbed to your climax.Â
No. He wanted you to look at him.Â
The hand that remained on your hip, wrapped around your throat, your eyes fluttering open. Your brows furrowed as you huffed and panted, you looked up at him as if to ask what he was doing. His darkened unwavering gaze told you exactly what he wanted and your shoulders dropped, relaxing as the piling build up of your orgasm doubled. Zeke gently squeezed your pretty neck, surprised to feel your walls tighten around him. Did you like that? âCâmon, just keep looking at me, sweetheart. Let me see you.â
Your head was spinning from pleasure, your thoughts being nothing but how good his hot length moved inside of you and how you were tingling intensely with pleasure. The circular pattern when he massaged your clit quickened and the next thrust he gave kissed your g-spot so suddenly, the tightening coil within you snapped.Â
Zeke groaned at the wetness that coated his cock as your walls spasmed around him, sucking him in he could only shallowly thrust, your legs wrapped tightly around him. He was so close, so damn close and there it was. That drunken lustful look that haunted his dreams and appeared in every impure fantasy. His fingers left your throat, opting to cradle your face as he managed a couple more thrusts before completely forgetting himself, already lost the moment his skin kissed yours.Â
You sucked in a deep breath, never breaking from his gaze and watching his eyes shut in bliss. His blond hair glistened in the dim room, strands stuck to his forehead gleaming with perspiration and his soft lips were parted ever so slightly, his face just completely relaxed and rapturous. You were so caught up in your own haze that you didnât fully register the unfamiliar warmth that bloomed in your insides.Â
Zeke doesnât separate his hips from yours, he instead wrapped his arms around you, wanting to pepper your chest with kisses before nestling his forehead into the curve of your neck, still in his high. You wrap your own arms around him, your hand caressing the back of his head, running your fingers through his golden locks, just relishing this closeness. Your heart was in your throat, torn from saying the three words you donât dare to say but would die to hear from him.Â
The two of you stayed like that for awhile, your body already felt the fatigue catch up. As you slowly drifted to sleep, you could still feel Zeke lazily kiss along your neck. You fell asleep easily, remembering the sensation of his lips on each eyelid and him softly saying that heâll take care of you before you fully passed out.Â
Only then did Zeke slowly untangle himself from you, pausing when he realised his cock was still buried inside of you. âFuck.â He cursed under his breath, pushing his hair back as he scolded himself for his mistake. It was careless of him. He couldnât believe he lost control like that.  Not letting himself lose composure and not wanting to wake you, not with how peacefully you slept, he slowly pulled out. His mind was blank as he stared bewildered at a sight that shouldâve felt like a sharp slap in the face, instead he felt hot to his core. Between your puffy lips, milky white leaked from your hole and unto the bed. He should be ashamed of himself⊠not like this. Gently with his thumb, he split your folds apart just watching as whatever of his seed overflowed from your full womb. God, why was that thought driving him mad? He could feel himself getting hard again at the sight. He had always, always, pulled outâŠfinished on your skin, either your back, your ass, your tits, your stomach, your face. Never inside. It was against his creed. But fuck, he wanted to do it again.Â
âMhmâŠâ you hummed in your sleep, shifting a little, fingers sleepily feeling the bed for the duvet.Â
Zeke was snapped out of his trance, his eyes moved to your face, seeing you still in peace. The post sex glow lit your features and heâs reminded to go grab a towel and clean you up. Knelt again before you, he softly swiped the cloth along your inner thighs, his eyes drifting to your pussy stained with his cum. He should clean that up first. Â
He didnât know if he should apologise. He probably should. What he did was beyond careless. It was irresponsible. Itâs against everything he fought forâŠand yet, that image of a happy family flashed his mind again. You, him and a babe in this apartment. He hasnât got long so he shouldnât even think about it. He should never think about it.Â
âZekeâŠâ you murmured his name, eyes still shut, your hand heavily sliding itself on his side of the bed, brows furrowing ever so slightly at the emptiness.Â
âIâm here, sweetheart.â He answered softly, resuming to clean up the mess he made.Â
âComeâŠsleepâŠâÂ
âIâll have a smoke first.â He gently dabbed the towel on your sensitive core, successfully having fought the curious urge to shove his cum back into your cunt with his fingers. What were you doing to him?Â
âOkayâŠâ your voice grew softer, turning to your side. Zeke covered your naked body with the duvet so that he's not temptedâŠ
Out in the balcony with his trousers hanging low on his hips, he inhaled deeply the fumes of the cigarette, finding comfort in the small little stick. What was he doing? He turned his thoughts over and over like pages in a book in search of pieces that would fit together to give him a solid conclusion.
In that ten minute smoke session he knew one thing for sure.
He was screwed.
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AOT MEN & THEIR FAVORITE RAPPERS !!
just another impulsive thought on the way back from class, these are some personal hcs of mine. enjoy!
EREN, would definitely listen to rappers that are great lyricists and can flow really well on a beat, like lil baby, a$ap rocky or gunna. in terms of rappers that got bars (sentencing!) and a message to convey, i.e. about oppression of a group of people (wink wink nudge nudge) my first thought are people like j.cole and kendrick lamar, occasionally jay-z.
ARMIN, listens to like⊠how should i put this..whatever vibe juice wrld, wifisfuneral and ski mask the slump god give off; i feel like heâd lean more to juice wrld though. precious baby armin also likes kanye westâlet me clarify, old kanye west, but heâs been getting into his new stuff recently i.e. donda and really likes it. he frequently listens to eminem and jack harlow. sorry, i donât make the rules.
JEAN, also likes gunna and lil baby (heâs more of a wunna fan tho, him and eren can go bar for bar off either of their songs). he also likes lil durk, young thug, and future. his personal favorite though is probably lil uzi vert. basically he likes mumble rappers that got drip, not necessarily in clothing but through their songs. their personal style, their flow, any signature ad-libsâ he loves it. at 2 am, though, you can find him bumping bryson tillerâs trapsoul album.
CONNIE, he screams âsoundcloud rapâ, the new gen rappers, trap rappers, all rolled into one. usually the friend thatâs putting people on to âunknownâ or underground rappers. top of his list is prolly yeat (he thinks the bells that ring out in the beat are hard asf), old trippie redd from like 2017-2019 is playing through his headphones every other day, as well as comethazine when he wants to get hype. he is a VAMP through and through, depend on him for playboi carti leaks. heâs also more likely to listen to nba youngboy than anyone else on this list LOL
REINER, is that guy that knows almost every drake song in existence. and no, i wonât explain this. he prefers old drake over new drake. connie told him to listen to tell âem by cochise, and heâs been addicted to that manâs discography ever since. i feel like reiner is the one always getting introduced to new music by the boys so his taste just expands everyday to the point he canât even choose a favorite.
MARCO, i personally believe marco is a HUGE tyler the creator fan (his favorite albums are igor and call me if you get lost because ofâŠ..reasons). i donât even know how to explain that but he just is. definitely is the type to prefer trippy/psychedelic, otherworldly rap??? itâs giving kid cudi and travis scott.
PORCO, and connie have similar taste in music in terms of liking âsound cloud rappersâ. most of the time though, heâs listens to drill, omg itâs his favorite. so people like pop smoke, and fivio foreign are at the top of his playlists. def the type to listen to nitty gritty, violent-sounding music like 21 savage or nba youngboy. when heâs feeling a bit calmer, more introspective, lil wayne and mac miller are his go toâs. also found himself ensnared in greatness of brysonâs trapsoul and listens to it everyday at 3 am during sad boy hours (bc of jean).
ZEKE, i think itâs a given that this man is an old head. i like to think that he appreciates 80s-90s rap, and maybe a drizzle of rap from the early 2000s. he proudly listens to lauryn hill, dmx, nas, biggie and 2pac (donât ask which two are his favorite though!) i think heâd eventually get into andre 3000 because of outkastâs music. if heâs feeling like that guy heâll be inclined to listen to nwa or snoop dogg.
ONYAKOPON, all of the above. he listens to everyone that was listed here. no need to explain. rap/hip-hop is his favorite genre ever.
a/nâ i would have added levi and erwin but i just canât picture them listening to rap, at least not religiously đ„Ž i may or may not do this with the aot women but weâll see. REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!
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