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propertyofushiwaka · 5 months

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He'll either treat you like glass or rail you into oblivion. Also doesn't realize how strong he is until you struggle to walk the morning after.

"I'm sorry princess, I'll be softer next time."

BOKUTO, Reiner, USHIJIMA, TOJI, Sukuna, NANAMI

Talks about how much of a dom he is until he's whimpering under you

"I promise I'll never act up again, just please let me cum."

OIKAWA, Jean, LEV, PORCO, Koganegawa, HINATA, Choso

Constant battle for dominance because neither of you like to lose.

"I'll let you top this time, but don't expect me to take it easy on you when it's my turn."

KUROO, GOJO, Eren, Zeke, GETO

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fr4nk-1e · 8 months

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NSFW content below, minors dni!!

[gender neutral]

tw!! thigh riding, daddy kink

Soft whimpers and heavy breathing fill the room along with noise of his long fingers typing on a keyboard. Your hands grip his bicep tightly, your face hidden in the crook of his neck, the noises you're making getting louder and louder. As it become impossible to hide your moans, one of his big, strong hands gently rubs your back and soft whisper meet your ear.

"Quiet, baby. We don't want anyone to hear you, do we?"

You bite your lip and close your eyes, pressing your head harder against his neck and slowing your movements a little. "N-No..."

"Mhm. That's right, we don't." his velvet voice gets louder as his hand finds the back of your neck and grips it tightly. "Then you have to keep your sweet noises down, little one."

You nod. "Y-Yes Daddy..."

"Good. Now keep going, sweetie. Daddy hasn't finished his work yet."

His hand lets go of your neck as he starts typing on his keyboard again. You continue moving on his thigh, riding it like an animal in heat, clenching your fists on his shirt. Your breathing become even heavier as you become lost in pleasure, getting close to release. You bite his neck to muffle your moans, sending shivers down his spine.

"Are you close, sweetheart?" velvet voice hits your ears again, his hands travel to your waist, guiding your movements now.

You nod, whimpering softly. Your teeth leave his neck, your head tilt back as you get closer and closer. His grip on your waist suddenly tighten and he speaks in stern voice.

"I need you to use your words."

"I'm very close, daddy!" you let out a desperate moan.

"Good. Go faster." you feel his fingers dig deeper into your flesh, his eyes focused on your face as he stares deep into your soul. "Make a mess all over daddy's thigh."

"C-Cumming! I'm cumming, Daddy!" you are about to let out a final loud moan but his mouth finds yours and muffle it by a deep, sloppy kiss. You bite his lower lip as your orgasm approach, making you quiver and squirm on his thigh, covering it with your juices. You close your eyes and rest your head on his shoulder, breathing heavily as you try to recover from your orgasm.

"Good baby." he whispers against your forehead and kisses it gently, his hands travel down to your thighs and massage them as you still twitch. "What do you say after daddy lets you make yourself feel good, hm?"

"Th-Thank you, Daddy..." your breathing is slowly calming down, head still resting on his shoulder.

"That's my good baby." his hands now squeeze your ass as he pulls away slightly just enough to make an eye contact with you. "But did I tell you to stop?"

His words caused you blush profusely and look down shyly. "You didn't, Daddy..."

He grips your chin tightly and forces you to look at him again. "Then?" he raises one eyebrow at you in menacing manner. "Why did you stop?"

"I-I'm sorry..." you look into his eyes and start grinding against his thigh again, watching his expression softening slightly.

He kisses your cheek and lets go of your ass then starts typing on the keyboard again. "Good baby. No matter how many times you cum, keep riding Daddy's thigh until he finish his work. If you do good, he'll reward you. Got it?"

"Y-Yes Daddy... Thank you." you bite your lip in pleasure as you ride his thigh again.

He chuckles. "That's a well trained baby."

✿

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ MIGUEL O'HARA, AIZAWA SHOUTA, nanami kento, MODERN AU!ZEKE YEAGER, modern au!erwin smith + anyone who you think fits!! (comment/reblog your suggestions <33)

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chrollohearttags · 10 months

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

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

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

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

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dilfl0v3rss · 10 months

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Zeke??👀

a slut…

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

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

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

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

“i-i love you papaa”

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

“and pa loves you princess”

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chiwhorei · 6 months

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*kicks your door down with the force of a thousand waterfalls*

ICKY DAD ZEKE

╰┈➤ Tᴀɢs: Head cannons, incest, somno, noncon, DDLG, voyeurism I guess, rape!Daddy Zeke Yeager x fem!reader

╰┈➤ Nᴏᴛᴇs: I have no comment (lots of comments) about this disgusting (sexy) piece of shit (daddy).

Iᴄᴋʏ Dᴀᴅ!Zᴇᴋᴇ who is the devil incarnate, but not to you! He’s mean to you, of course, hypercritical and dismissive on a good day.. but if you’re really REALLY good (or really really bad) you can get lots of his attention.

Iᴄᴋʏ Dᴀᴅ!Zᴇᴋᴇ who never forgets to remind you that it’s you’re fault.

Iᴄᴋʏ Dᴀᴅ!Zᴇᴋᴇ who calls you his precious little rape doll.

Iᴄᴋʏ Dᴀᴅ!Zᴇᴋᴇ who picks out all of your clothes and lays them out nice and neat for you every morning. He always makes sure you’ve got a cute little pair of panties- sometimes a matching set- to wear.

Iᴄᴋʏ Dᴀᴅ!Zᴇᴋᴇ who sneaks into your room at night to kiss your pussy. He just came for a kiss, honest, but those little whimpers you make in your sleep are just too intoxicating. So you’re pulled from sleep by the feeling of his rough beard and lashing-hot tongue buried into your cunny.

Iᴄᴋʏ Dᴀᴅ!Zᴇᴋᴇ who loves whispering naughty words into your ear at dinner with his business associates. You’re little more than ornamental when Daddy takes you out, meant to sit pretty and bleary eyed whilst spoken around. Daddy rewards you with sips from his Old Fashion, which you sputter at the taste of but accept regardless.

Iᴄᴋʏ Dᴀᴅ!Zᴇᴋᴇ who’ll denigrate you to the table of his friends and associates until your start to well with tears. It’s his favorite game, and your prize for succumbing is Daddy patting his lap for you to crawl into and his thumb in your mouth. He doesn’t care what his company thinks, not when you nuzzle into his chest and practically purr into the hand that pets over your hair.

Iᴄᴋʏ Dᴀᴅ!Zᴇᴋᴇ who gives you a spanking whether you behave or not, he says it’s the best way to keep little girls docile.

Iᴄᴋʏ Dᴀᴅ!Zᴇᴋᴇ who’ll put you over his knee once his driver pulls out of the parking lot after dinner. “You’ve been such a good girl for Daddy,” he says, pulling your dress over your ass, “Maybe I’ll go easy on you tonight.” You yelp at the hand that comes down hard to sway your ass.

Iᴄᴋʏ Dᴀᴅ!Zᴇᴋᴇ who laughs at his own joke, he’s not interested in being gentle with you. He never is. ^.^

𓈒 ﹒ ☆ 𓂂 ˚ ☆ ꙳ * ࣭ ☆ 𓂂 ˚ ☆ ꙳ * ࣭

❥ ᴄʜɪᴡʜᴏʀᴇɪ.2023©️ ᴀʟʟ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢs ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ. Dᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ ᴏʀ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛ.

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mochimooon · 6 months

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DTF Only (DTF) - zeke jaeger x reader 18+

pairing: Zeke Jaeger x afab! Reader summary: You can't expect every match to want to take you out, but Zeke's more than happy to give you some backdoor action. word count: 4k notes: Part 6 of DTF Only. Zeke is a wee bit scummy here, not too bad. warnings: smut, explicit content, explicit language, mild alcohol consumption, vaginal fingering, anal fingering, anal sex, masturbation ☻ masterpost☻

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+ !!

“Hmm…he’s handsome. The beard’s kept neat, could be a sign that he manscapes.”

“That’s what I’m thinking.” You set your phone down and tap the speaker option.

Ymir, on the contrary is less sure about him. “Are you sure you want this guy to sodomize you?”

Another date tonight, although, you’re not sure if you’d call this an actual date.

You had gotten a message from Zeke earlier in the week. Unlike the others, he’s older by eight years, and more forward with his intentions.

I’m a busy man, but on Thursday I can be all yours. What do you say? You want to be all mine for a night?

You had just agreed to meet up with Reiner that Monday, and because it was further down the week, you confirmed your interest.

Perfect. I want to be clear again, I’m a busy man. Casual fun only.

Of course, this wasn’t a problem. Little did he know that you were only on this Tinder venture to whore yourself out. Before you got a chance to let him know that another message slipped in, and compared to your previous matches, he’s the boldest.

I like to fuck in the ass btw

Well…now that changes everything.

You’re not even bothered that Zeke didn’t offer to take you anywhere. Despite his age, he’s to the point with zero effort.

You weren’t going to hold that against him. Fine by you, because anal sex was something you’ve been curious to try for a long time. Therefore, it was enough incentive for you to agree to Zeke’s conditions.

You had purchased a silicone plug a year ago for beginners, even practiced with it a few times. Although you and Colt never had the chance to try anal sex, the plug was mostly forgotten in the depths of your sock drawer.

To prep for tonight, you reacclimated to the toy all day, keeping it tucked in your asshole until you saw Zeke.

“Okay…Ymir…” Pinching the bridge of your nose, you try to bleach that phrase from your mind. “It sounds pervy when you say it like that.”

“Do you have cataracts? He’s the embodiment of pervy."

Pieck chimes in, always a saint to play devil’s advocate. “Just because he’s a little older, doesn’t make him perverse. Unless that’s what our friend wants.” She teases.

“He’s pushing forty, and yet he’s too much of a cheapass to take you on a real date? Sucks for you ladies; men get lazier with age.”

“I already knew what I signed up for,” you say. “Besides, I’ve been out all week. I’m fine skipping to the sheets tonight.”

“Alright, fair enough,” Ymir concedes. “You were already spoiled by Horseface the other night anyways. What time is he picking you up?”

You stand before the mirror, smoothing out your dress, checking the reflection for any creases. “He’s already sent an Uber, it’ll be here in a couple of minutes.”

A sharp laugh rings out of your phone, startling you.

“So, what are you a pizza?” Ymir cackles. “He placed an order for you on Tinder?”

“Ymir…” Pieck sighs, but you’re not deaf to the telltale humor in her tone. “It was your idea that she got on Tinder.”

“I’m just saying.” Ymir manages to stifle her laughter. “This guy is literally zero effort.”

“Well, like you said before, I don’t need to find my next boyfriend there,” you drawl, rushing to get your heels on. “Doesn’t matter. I’m a busy person, and so is he.”

“Sure,” Ymir says. “Well, for your sake, hope that the anal sex is on some cosmic level. Because this man…it’s no wonder he’s still single at his age.”

“I doubt he cares honestly.” You check your phone to read a new message from the man himself. “I got to get going, he said the Uber should be arriving in a minute. You have his address, just in case.”

“Alright, this is it,” Ymir says. “Next time we hear from you, you won’t be a backdoor virgin anymore.”

“Have fun!” Pieck sings.

…

The Uber drops you off at 8pm at an impressive home. The property is brand new, modern, in a fancier area in the city.

Walking up the steps, you hear a light whistle from the doorbell, which you press.

Zeke appears behind the door, glass of whiskey in hand, sweatpants and no shirt.

This man really is low effort, you muse, biting back the urge to roll your eyes; somewhat regretting the lingerie you have on under your dress.

Taking a sip, his lips curl into a smirk. “There she is, even prettier than her pictures.” Behind his glasses, he gives you elevator eyes before he steps aside to invite you in.

The inside matches the modern architecture outside. The foyer floors are pristine white, that lead in several directions. To the left, a sitting room that looks more like a museum with abstract, contemporary artwork hanging on the wall and cool-toned puffs that serve as seats.

Zeke leads you past that room and the staircase that faced the door, footsteps muted with fluffy slippers while your heels echo along the tile.

“This way,” he says over his shoulder. “Let me get you a drink.”

Trailing behind, you admire the muscles in his back, equally as taut as the curve of his ass hidden away in his sweatpants. Moreso, you delight in watching him walk before you with a careless, confident swagger, a king in his castle.

The open-concept kitchen space bleeds into a humble living room. Like the rest of the house, the finishes are polished and modern, yet more homey than the foyer and sitting room.

He comes around the long kitchen island where the bottle of whiskey rests. He gestures his glass to point at you. “You look like a champagne gal.”

You lean against the island’s marble countertop, giving him a flirty look. “You’re right, I am. But I’ll have water tonight.”

He arches a brow. “Water? I can pop some bubbly.” He breathes a laugh when you blink at him. “To celebrate. Two souls finding each other to consummate a special occasion.”

You lick your lips, unsure how to respond. He’s really eager to fuck you in the ass. “Water…thanks.”

Zeke shrugs. “Fine, fine, I only have the sparkling kind.”

He would…

You take the glass he’s offered, sipping the bubble water as you wander the space between the living room and kitchen. It’s big and a bit lonely. You recall the details of Zeke’s profile.

An entrepreneur who runs a few private businesses. It makes sense why he’s shacking up in such a nice home, and it also makes sense why he prefers a booty-call.

You finish the glass of water and set it down on an end table by the plush couch.

“Well, do you have a surprise for me?” Zeke’s tongue pushes into his cheek, sipping in the sight of you.

You do the same, letting your stare dance along his muscled chest before they climb back to admire the strong, bearded jawline. He might lack any effort to woo you properly, but he’s got an allure that most older men tend to have.

“Maybe…” you tease.

Zeke grins, a man ready to take a bite out of you. He slides his glasses off, setting them aside. Within a few steps, the distance closes between you both.

His hand finds the small of your back, tugging you closer to him so that he can bear his darkened gaze upon you. He looks just as good without the glasses, in a way you prefer him without. It gives you a chance to soak in the primal look in his eyes.

He rubs your back, and had you been naïve, you would have thought it was affectionate. But you’re an adult who came here for a reason and that reason slides from your back to palm your ass.

“Oooh…” Zeke murmurs. His touch ventures elsewhere, greedy hand sneaking up your dress to sample your bare flesh. “Very nice—” He lifts up the side of your dress, a finger hooking into the garter belt. “Very, very nice. A classy woman, getting dolled up for me.”

His hand continues to explore with purchase, sliding along the curve of your ass, stopping at the center. He’s found what he was searching for.

Zeke’s eyes light up, and you feel his fingers pull the plug gently.

Biting your lip, a whine escapes anyways when Zeke pushes the plug deeper.

He leans forward, delight in his voice. “I’m going to ruin you.” He kisses you, finger pushing against the plug again to swallow your whimper. “Going to have to get used to this, baby. I’m much bigger than your toy.”

A sharp smack lands on your ass cheek, and another.

You do up an act, wrapping your arms around his neck, to give him a hooded stare. “I think I’m ready to take you.”

A sharper smack lands on your backside from Zeke’s excitement, fingers pulling against the plug and ramming it back in. “Let’s not waste any more time.”

He downs the rest of his glass, hissing from the burn. “Are you sure, you don’t want anything to drink? First time may sting. I don’t want to scare you.”

Butterflies flutter around in your stomach, tickling your nerves that for a second you do consider the offer, but ultimately decide against it. “I’m sure.”

Zeke takes the hint, pulling you in with a tight squeeze on your ass and slotting his mouth over yours. It’s scratchy and heavy with whiskey, an exhilaration between your legs, overshadowing the nerves.

Setting the glass aside, Zeke takes your hand, leading you up the stairs until you reach his bedroom.

The size of his bed is comical. California-king, dark red velvet sheets with a plush headrest and mirrored closets. It’s like walking on set of a porn film.

He turns around, whiskey kiss scratching your lips again. You two make out, a slow build as he walks you back until your legs hit the end of his bed.

He releases you, backpedaling to admire you in the dress. “Show me what’s under there, sweetheart. Give me a show.”

The room heats up fast, charged by the sexual tension and also from the pressure of Zeke’s gaze. Both have you leveling him with bedroom eyes, lifting your hands to drag the straps of your dress off your shoulders.

They fall away like petals plucked from the stem, revealing the thinner straps of your lace bra.

Zeke doesn’t move, still like a statue. You’re quick to look away from his eyes and steal glimpse elsewhere.

He’s hard, dick visible behind his sweatpants. The sight encourages you to keep going, peeling away the dress in a slow strip tease to unveil the rest of your lingerie. Light blue, Colt’s favorite color.

The dress pools at your feet and you step out of it, running your hands along the intimate lace. You begin with the push-up bra, cupping your breasts, feeling your hardened nipples there. Fingers travel to your sides, slipping past the bra down to your ribcage to stroke along the matching garter belt at your waist.

Zeke remains still, eyes fixated on your hands pouring onto the straps that connect to your stockings. It’s only when you bring a hand at the center of your thighs does a stuttered breath bring Zeke back to life.

“That’s a beautiful set you have on,” he says like he’s talking to your body. “Light blue, very delicate. Can’t promise that’s how I’ll be.” He palms his cock over his sweatpants.

You bristle at his intent, reaching a hand out to his chest. He finally looks up with a lidded gaze. “I don’t mind if it hurts a little.”

Zeke’s jaw unhinges, a dark moan rushing out. He heaves a laugh to collect himself, but you feel his heart racing beneath your fingertips.

Taking your hand, he kisses your knuckles, a lecherous smile spreading along his beard. “Get comfortable, baby. On the bed.”

You turn, feeling the drag of his eyes as you crawl atop his bed. Throwing a coy look over your shoulder; he’s eye-fucking your backside.

You crawl until you’ve reached the center, turning back again when he tuts.

The globes of your ass are in both his large hands, groping you with more pressure than earlier as he spreads you out.

Zeke tuts again. “Although I knew it, I’m still disappointed that this isn’t as pretty as you are.” There’s a push at the plug.

You wince, squirming forward, but Zeke catches you by the waist.

The room whirls, the air pushed out of your chest as you land on your back. Zeke crawls on top of you.

“I can tell you’re a rookie at this.” He settles between your spread legs, drinking you in. “Just because I want to take you by the ass doesn’t mean I don’t want to look at your face. Or…”

The hands that roamed your lower half explore your chest, groping and squeezing your breasts with calloused fingers.

“These…This is why I love anal sex. I can see everything…” His gaze drifts, voice dripping with glee. “Including your pussy.”

Pushing your thighs further apart, Zeke openly stares at your pussy, bare, and dripping. A finger pulls at the strap on your thigh, letting it go with a loud snap before his hand paws at your center.

You shiver.

“Lace, crotchless panties, plug in your ass…Good girl, dressed and ready for me…”

He’s on you suddenly, swallowing your mewl of surprise, no longer restraining his hunger to devour you. His tongue moves with passion and authority, hands running up and down your body, focusing on the lace of the garter belt and bra.

“Fuck—you’re so—fucking gorgeous—” He frees your mouth to scatter rough kisses along your neck. “Every part of you— ” He’s breathless, though he doesn’t stop showering you with attention. There’s a squeeze on your breast, then a pinch through the fabric.

Your back arches and Zeke pinches again, sharper.

“You enjoy that don’t you sweetheart?” The words burn into your clavicle, hot and wet. “And this?”

Teeth sink into your skin, a wonderful sting that travels down to your pussy, you’re unable to stop your hips from bucking up.

He laughs. “I hear you.” Pushing back, Zeke leans on his haunches, hands settling on your hips in one long stroke. “Lace looks amazing on you.”

You’re pleased that he appreciates the lingerie. The last time you wore anything this risqué was for Valentine’s Day with Colt, much earlier in your relationship. It’s a shame, you didn’t have a chance to give this set the mileage it deserved. Until now.

Your mouth falls open, pussy sucking in Zeke’s finger, having not paid attention to his wandering hand.

He fingers you in a trance-like state, mesmerized. You slide down, hoping to fuck yourself on his touch, but the man rests his hand on your stomach.

“Easy, sweetheart. I couldn’t resist. This fucking lingerie, this fucking pussy—” He slaps your clit, burying two fingers this time deep inside of you. “I’m being greedy.”

You can’t even think of a response, relishing in the stretch of his fingers, dragging against your walls, you forget why you’re there in the first place.

But Zeke reminds you, retracting his fingers and sliding off the bed.

On your back, you watch him move around the room, hopping out of his sweatpants in a hurry.

You lift up on your elbows to watch him rummage through his dresser drawers, swallowing down a groan at the sight of his bare ass, toned just as you suspected.

He whirls around, holding something in his grasp, but you’re not paying attention to that.

His dick, thick and hard with a few more inches than average, snares your focus. It’s sizeable, though not as big as Jean’s dick was. Still, you’re dosed with nerves again, imagining how that’s going to fit inside your ass.

Approaching the end of the bed, Zeke yanks you forward by the ankles unceremoniously. Your ass hangs just shy over the edge.

Zeke slots himself between your legs, the tip of his dick leaking onto your thigh. “You’re plenty wet already, but…got to be a gentleman.”

You realize it’s a small bottle of lube Zeke has.

He’s quick to remove your plug, not giving you a moment to acclimate to the hollow feeling. You whine as it’s pulled out.

The same fingers that pumped inside your pussy now enter your asshole, slick and much warmer than before.

“Ah—” Your ass twitches from the sensation as Zeke stretches you out.

“You like this?” he purrs. “For her pleasure. Told you, I’m a gentleman.”

While gradually you ease into the feeling of your ass getting stretched out, inwardly you roll your eyes at his self-affirmations. A gentleman that had a driver drop you off like some hooker.

You digress, adjusting to his fingers in your ass, making your pussy gush.

Zeke flits a look up. “Still a tight little asshole, but you’re ready for me. I’m fucking ready for you.” The tip of his dick ghosts your ass cheek, and you prop yourself on your elbows again.

“Wait.”

Zeke looks to you with grit teeth. “What is it?”

“Condom?”

Zeke blinks, eyes glazing away elsewhere like he’s running through what to say. He’s avoiding it, and you rein in your annoyance. Where did the self-proclaimed gentleman go?

“Zeke,” you say. “Put on a condom.”

He huffs a strained laugh, peering up at you with wide eyes that are impossible to look innocent when they’re sullied with lust. “You won’t get pregnant.”

You don’t know whether to laugh or scoff. This will be fodder for your friends later. “That’s not the point.”

“I’m clean, baby,” Zeke insists.

“Great, so slip on a condom. I should have one in my clutch.”

“Don’t you want your first time getting fucked in the ass to be memorable? It’s best enjoyed raw.”

This time you do laugh at that. If not for the beard, the stature, and the impressive home, you would have thought Zeke was in his early twenties not inching towards forty.

“It’s my protocol, or I’m getting dressed.”

Zeke’s eyes widen a bit, and the distress of you leaving him with blue balls has him blowing out a long-winded sigh. “Fine, fine.” He sighs again, looking away for a beat, then back up, mustering as much charm into his pearly whites as possible. “You sure?”

You shift to sit up, but Zeke urges you on your back.

“Okay, okay, wanted to make sure.” When he returns with the condom, his spirit to argue is gone.

He drags you forward, nudging your ass with the tip of his dick. He spasms at the contact and you brace yourself.

Zeke hooks your knees over his arms, and he leans over to kiss you. “Deep, deep breaths, sweetheart.”

A second after the preamble, Zeke pushes in.

You bite your lip, brows pinching together, but you don’t want him to stop. Your eyes connect for a moment, and you nod to encourage him to keep going.

The stretch stings, but it’s nowhere near painful. Doing as instructed, you take deep breaths, watching Zeke.

His mouth is open, lidded eyes watching his dick slip in. He pulls back slightly and pushes back in, stretching you out a little more.

You spread your legs wider, and he keeps you like that, using the hold on your legs as leverage to go deeper.

The sensation is foreign, much like when you had tried your plug for the first time. The more you take of Zeke’s cock, the more comfortable it’s becoming. The fullness in a different part of your body is intoxicating, your head swims in fervor, reaching your core.

“Someone’s pussy is getting jealous,” Zeke breathes a laugh.

He’s not wrong. You’re dripping even more than before despite that area being neglected.

He bottoms out with a long groan. “Shit…” His head is thrown back. “Give me a minute. If I move now, it’ll be over too soon. I’ve never felt such a tight asshole before.”

That minute flies by and Zeke bucks his hips in a thrust. You mewl, clenching around him.

“Fuck—okay…” His restraint is withering.

“Zeke…” you hum.

“Yeah, baby?” he grunts, pulling back again.

“Move.”

He rams back into you with a snap of his hips, setting a pace that leaves you breathless.

Gasps spring forth after every thrust, reveling in the new feeling, finally stroking that fantasy you’ve never gotten to entertain.

Zeke folds your legs closer to you, perching a foot on the edge for more control. “I’m fucking delirious baby—you should see yourself. Laying pretty on your back with your cute—lingerie while daddy fucks you dumb—”

You don’t have time to register what he’s called himself. The thrusts get sharper, pointed and desperate. Your pussy flutters, an ache to be touched there too.

Zeke takes notice. “Play with yourself.”

You grunt, but your hand drips down your stomach, fingers playing with your clit.

“Finger yourself,” Zeke adds. “I want to see both of your holes filled.”

Two fingers slip inside your entrance while your thumb toys with your clit.

A tidal wave of heat engulfs you, stimulated in the best ways. The fullness of Zeke’s cock in your ass, your fingers pressing into your walls, and the pad of your thumb swiping at your clit, you’re so close to falling apart.

“Just like that, fuck you’re gorgeous like this,” Zeke grunts, syncing with the twitch of his dick.

You play with yourself, the taste of nirvana dangles so close, your fingers cramp up, but you push through the stiffened muscles.

“Want to see you cum,” Zeke says from above, hips turn sloppy. “Please—let me see you cum.”

Your hooded gaze soaks in the needy expression that tells you he’s about to come undone. Rubbing your clit with more vigor, you keep your eyes locked to the heavens, imprisoned by the gaze of a devil, and you cum.

You don’t stop touching yourself, back arching to ride out your climax, desperate to bask in every second of it.

Zeke moves faster, hips smacking against your ass cheeks as he groans out his release.

Your back settles on the mattress, your fingers orbit your center lazily, twitching from the overstimulation. Zeke ruts inside of you, pace dialed down significantly until he’s milked every last drop. When his dick softens, he pulls out.

The mattress dips at your side and you bend an elbow to lean on as Zeke does the same.

It’s another good look on him; sweaty, panting, eyes glossy, head planted in his hand like a porn actor at the end of a shoot.

“Not bad for your first rodeo, huh?” He grins. “You’re lucky, baby, you matched with an all-star.”

You roll your eyes, though it’s lighthearted. Whether Zeke really lauds himself as some God at anal sex, your verdict for now is that it’s something you’d do again in the future.

Now that you’ve gotten a moment to readjust to the emptiness, your ass does feel a little sore, however. That’s something you’d have to get used to.

You use the last of your reserves to hop off the bed on wobbly feet.

Zeke does the same. “Why don’t you stay the night? We could have round two in the shower. Though, I stress that it’s more comfortable without a rubber.” He purrs, reeling you in for a sloppy kiss, playing with your stretched out hole.

You whine, wincing from the tenderness.

“Shit—you’re going to make me hard again. One more round, c’mon.”

You don’t stay the night, firm in your choice, but thank him for the fun.

He relents, calling you an Uber and sending you off, with a promise that he’ll be in touch.

It isn’t until you’re back in your apartment, undressing for a shower that it dawns on you.

You forgot your plug at Zeke’s house.

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yikimiki · 1 year

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Stepcest threesome with eren and zeke. thinking about them just double penetrating reader while talking sweetly to her has me on my knees🤌

I actually have a very similar smut already!!! The link is right here <3

but I’m gonna write you a lil thing because yes… warnings for smut, stepcest, double vaginal penetration

The pressure is unbearable but there is such a thick fog of pleasure over your head that you can’t even feel it. You think about how it’s all so much — too many hands squeezing your body, too many kisses left harshly against your skin; too much everything. Zeke his behind you and Eren is standing in front of you, his piercing green eyes focused on the mess between your legs. You can feel both of them inside you, their cocks rubbing against one another as they fill and stretch you little hole until you can’t think straight. “Such a perfect little whore,” Zeke says, and Eren answers with something you can’t decipher. “Gonna let your brothers fill this pretty pussy? I bet you can take everything.” And you do. You let them. You let them fuck you at the same time until you feel their thick cocks twitch and cum inside you, their releases mixing together as they moan and curse, watching as it overflows and tickles down your thighs. And you let them keep using you like a fucktoy even after they’re done, humping your wet cunt until you’re trembling and asking for more, for less, for anything and nothing at all. But your stepbrothers just love you so much 🥺 you’re not done until they say so

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dollwrites · 1 year

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𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 — 𝐳𝐞𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!wife!reader, toxic marriage, noncon, reader is pregnant, reader cries but it’s not dacryphilia, mentions of abuse, hatefucking, all characters featured are 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading <3

𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 ∣ fxxk u by ga in

“I hate you.”

it was a breathy utterance, hardly audible if he hadn’t had his face buried in your neck. his beard rubs your skin raw, as his hips piston back and forth, driving himself home inside you. you can’t help the sounds that you make— frustrated sighs and pent-up, garbled whimpers.

he’s rough with you, he always was.

“Doesn’t feel like you hate me,” he mutters back, dragging his lips to form the syllables over your pulse point. he could feel you fluttering, squeezing his cock. he grunts as he batters a particularly hypersensitive nerve knot and your back arches off the sweat-soaked sheets. your knees dig into his ribs, and you grip his shoulders with both hands, nails like claws— mauling him. you wanted him to feel pain, too. just so you wouldn’t be the only one.

“I— hate— you—“

you’re panting, but you can only repeat the sentiment. even when he pulls back, balancing with one palm sinking into the pillow beside your head, the other hand flees to grip your face when you try to look at the wall instead of at him, and forces it back. you glower at the man above you, looming monstrous and cruel. his rough fingers press against your fleshy cheeks, hollowing them. whether he did so because of your glare or because he didn’t like the way tears sparkled in your eyes, maybe you would never know. you were crying, and you couldn’t decipher the reason. was it because you hated him so much? how he’d been so gentle and loving at first, but had over time, allowed a coldness to sink in. how his kisses turned from passionate and gentle to manipulative and hard. how, every time he was sent out on a mission, you prayed he wouldn’t come back this time, but he always did. or, were you so overwhelmed by how primally he fucked you? how deep he thrusts, how hard he pins you to the bed, forcing all of his weight on to you until you’re suffocated beneath his body heat.

your brows knit together, and you whine through ragged breathing. your hands fall to his arms, dragging the sharpest edge of your nails to leave thin, red and jagged lines down them before you grip his forearms. you’d considered spitting in his face, but remembered last time that’d resulted in his fist wrapped around your throat.

“You wanted this.” you shook your head against his words, but he nods, bucking his powerful hips, and presses two fingers over your lips when they contort into a grimace to shush you. “You still want this. Shake your head all you want, lie to me if it makes you feel any less disgraceful. But your body always begs for me, whether you try to hide it or not.”

Zeke’s chest heaves, and he moans as your body undulated in tandem with his rocking hips, milking him, massaging each, rugged vein. “Feel that?” he mumbles, tilting his head back as he sat back on his knees, his free hand falling to grasp you by the hip and drag you closer to meet his slow, hard pounding. his strength pulls your lower half off the mattress, angling for him, as the tips of your toes scramble to balance on the bed, but they drag through a sea of heated bedsheets, instead. “How tight you clench around me? How sopping wet your little cunt is when she takes me?”

gasping, your palms press against his abdomen, skating over slick, sparse blonde hair as your pulled further down the bed. your head slips from the pillow and on to the mattress itself, forcing you to stare up at the ceiling. you didn’t want him to be right, but he was.

“Shut up…” you beg, quietly. you were humiliated enough without his vulgar narration.

Zeke had been the only man you’d ever been with, and because of that, your body seemed to react without your permission, as if he held the key to your arousal. whenever he wanted you, whether or not you wanted him. regardless of if he’d hit you only moments before. if he wanted to fuck you, he simply pushed his hands into your panties and pet your pussy until you wept on his fingers. it didn’t matter how you tried to push him away, or fight back, or tell him no. your body betrayed you.

every damn time.

“You’re mine,” he shot back, squeezing your cheeks hard enough to feel the shape of your teeth on the other side, eliciting a soft cry, before he released your face altogether with a forceful push, allowing you now to stare at the wall you were so interested in before. “My woman. My wife. My whore. For a few years longer, at least.” there’s an edge to his snarling, as if to remind you that he wouldn’t be around forever. soon, you would be free of him.

but being free of him was just as terrifying.

there was a certain amount of safety and protection that came from being Zeke Yeager’s wife— you knew that would all dissipate when you were his widow. not to mention, the passing of his titan had already been decided, and the new soldier to inherit the beast titan was none other than your own, young brother.

tears tickle your cheeks as they glide over the bones to dampen your hairline. even though he’s not forcing you to look at him anymore ( thank god ), you can hear his skin slapping into yours when he bottoms out hard. you can hear his heavy breathing, snorting half through his flared nostrils. you can hear the wooden legs of the bed creaking and scraping against the gritty floor. you close your eyes, sealing your lips to try and keep your mewling to a minimum. it doesn’t work.

Zeke doesn’t bother telling you that he’s close. he knows that you can tell— you’ve slept with him too many times before. you’d learned the rhythm in which he throbbed in your guts, and the pace at which he chased his high.

in the past, when Zeke came, he would almost always hunch over and smother you with his kiss. not today, however. he doesn’t so much as caress your cheek. he groans, tilting his head forward to jam his chin into his chest when he pushes as deep as he could go, and fills you up.

then, as abruptly as he’d thrown you on your back and forced his way into your body, he grasps his tender sex by the base and rips it from inside you, leaving you squirming and full of him.

for several moments, he sat on the edge of the bed, facing away from you, and you still lay on your back, trembling. crying. “You’re so cruel.” you whisper when your tears had finally dried up. you glare at his back, tracing the muscles as they dance when he reaches over, pulling the drawer open to retrieve his cigarettes. you hated the way they made your bedroom smell when he smoked inside, but you had no power to tell him not to.

“Am I?” he inquired, pensively, after a deep inhale. he turns his head up towards the ceiling and expels a thick breath of smoke. “You must really hate me for all the things I’ve done to you.”

you pull yourself to sit up, wrapping the sheet around your chest and gripping it there to keep yourself covered, you nod as you sit directly behind his left shoulder, hissing hatefully. “Every, single night I pray that you die on the frontlines of the war so you’ll never darken the doorway ever again.” you could’ve stopped there, but you didn’t. “So my brother doesn’t have to be your fucking replacement.”

slowly, Zeke peers over his shoulder at you. he still hasn’t put his glasses back on, or reached for his clothes. with the tip of his nose inches from yours, he stares into your eyes. his are, per usual, unreadable. you can never tell if they’re regretful or devoid of emotion completely. “Neither of us could ever get that lucky, wife.” he growls the final word, reaching up to grasp the nape of your neck, hard, even as you try to recoil and escape. he plants a hard, bitter kiss on your mouth, and you purse your lips as if refusing to kiss him back. when he pulls away, he breathes the words on your swollen tiers. “Soon enough, you’ll lose your brother and your husband all at once. You’ll be left to raise the bastard growing in your belly alone, and you’ll finally realize how much you’ve always needed me.”

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hoodjam · 10 months

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he loves when you spoil him. sloppily pumping his cock, watching the sticky precum spill all over your fingers, while you lightly kiss between his balls as your other hand circle his rim. he’d be all whiny thrusting his hips to fuck your hand for more friction.

“ooo fuck, baby, please fuck me.”

he’d gasp when you finally slipped a finger inside him, pressing against his prostate, eventually making him ride your fingers until his cums.. a lot.

GOJO, toji, geto, EREN, ARMIN, connie, onyankopon, zeke, MIGUEL, hobie, TAKEMICHI, taiju, naoto, kisaki, hanma, HAKKI, mikey, kazutora, SUNA, HINATA, oikawa, daichi

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oxygenbefore1775 · 10 months

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am i wrong giving my all making you stay tonight

➥zeke x fem!reader

➥tags: canonverse, the year is 850 just before zeke is deployed to paradis

➥cw: major mentions of hatred towards eldians, star-crossed lovers and forbidden relationship trope, zeke is a narcissist and a dick here, the reader is also not that nice tbh, twisted marriage proposal and all that comes with it, zeke has some morbid fascination with his death, derogatory treatment from zeke (it's hella toxic); nsfw! (mdni) but it's at the very end so don't hesitate to scroll all the way down if you wanna skip all the explanation to them fucking, rough fucking, man handling, prone bone, kinda dacryphillia, talking during sex, one instance of hair tuggung

➥wc: 8.4k — no beta we die like my sleep schedule while writing this

➥summary: the night zeke tells you about his upcoming mission on paradis doesn't go without its consequences.

➥a/n: so i have this huge-ass zeke fic that i'm writing in my mother-tongue and because i'm sooo original w my content on tumblr rn i'm just gonna translate some parts of it here with some alterations - prepare for some incoherent shit, i warned you, that's like the most delulu zeke i have ever written

He is not to be trusted.

There's a deceit lacing his each word.

Cold and cunning, he was nonetheless charming. You would be lying if you denied the scorching languor that the ice of his blue eyes kindled in you.

Fleeting sentiments filled your mind in his presence, renderring you deaf and numb to your own thoughts. Not to mention his words, their poison failing to fill your absent body as you often lost the thread of the conversation. A lopsided grin curled his lips whenever you found yourself confused and unable to answer his simplest of questions, yet again, your thoughts a molten and twisted mass. You knew no end to his teasing for your frivoulness that he elicited from you with naught but a look.

Who were you, compared to the War Chief Yeager? Neither wits nor status was on your side to rebuke his taunts. Courage was failing you, fleeing at the mere sight of the red gracing his left arm. Retaliatory jabs never landed, the harsh words melted at the tip of your tongue before ever reaching him. How he reveled in seeing you like this, feeble and helpless. Just some stupid Eldian girl, that's what you were in his eyes. Unfit to be by his side.

And yet, he yearned for it nonetheless. Otherwise there was no other explaination to the slight arrogance bleeding into the way he spoke to you, leaving no other interpretation but that of a hunter taunting a mortally wounded beast. A whim, display of power, oversaturated and evident.

Occasionally he would condescend to your polite and humble requests, presenting them in a way that painted him as virtuous, as if you should be overflowing with gratitude and praises for his mere consideration of your proposals. He, however, never stooped to an open request himself, whether it be willful ignorance or inability to put thoughs into words. In such cases you were left to rely blindly on your own insight, forced to navigate through the murky water of his genuine intentions.

But witnessing this facade of complacency that masked his features most of the time disappear never failed to amuse you. How easily it could be shattered with a simle act — merely increasing the distance between you by a few steps during your routine strolls or better yet vanishing entirely from his line of sight amidst the crowd. That's all it took for the cold arrogance to crumble away and give way to a barely palpable unrest as he sought to bridge the unfavourably long gap that had grown between you unbeknownst to him. Not too close, though, being wary of avoiding the contact between your bodies.

The game he played to you was cruel yet he persisted in subjecting you to it, time after time. The true nature of his motives eluded you. The shadow of pleasure he took in poisoning your thoughts was hard to deny. Until he inhibits you whole, there would be no stopping to the suffocating hold over you. You were keep falling victim of this, though, the torment gnawing at your body and mind.

His unbroken gaze was the image etched in your memory for eternity. As well as the burning need to keep you near, by his side. Like you not staying at his apartment for the night could cost him his sleep. Like not laying his eyes one you could cost him his peace.

He remained oblivious to the fact that you noticed all of this. How could he possibly entertain those suspicions? A stupid Eldian girl would never. And still...

His gait lacked definition for someone who got the military drills beaten into him from the young age. Strange — even the deepest of thoughts usually failed to lure out a reaction from his body. Always static and phlegmatical, now he paced up and down the room, forgetting you were here in this room with him altogether.

With quick glances, you attempted to read his expression whenever he would pass your form curled up on the couch, and all in vain. His features remained an unpenetrable mask robbed of any emotion. Maybe it was the coffee. Shifting your gaze to the table covered with dirty mugs, your assumption had some reasoning behind it but you quickly brushed it off. He'd been like that long before resorting to the caffein.

Hesitation coursed through your every movement as you struggled to come up with a proper reaction. As intriguing as it was to find out what exactly had been plaguing the mind of steadfast War Chief, you couldn't muster up the insolence of striking up a conversation first. Who were you to inquire, anyway.

"One could hear your thoughts from a mile away."

His voice shook the cushioned silence of the room, bearing the same shadow of amusement he usually graced your way, as if the last hours weren't filled with restless pacing. Looking up to meet his gaze, a spark of amusement melted the cold of his eyes. The chance to divert his churning thoughts towards such a trivial remark seemed to bring him a little relief.

He prompted you with a quirk of his brow. "Speak what is it you have on your mind, or else you might burst."

There was that grin again, dark and painting his features in shadows. You shifted on the couch, nails digging into the flesh of your palm. At this point, each word you were going to say hardly veiled any obscurity since he'd already knew the nature of her question. He liked being proven right.

"Nothing really," your voice lacked the lively rebuke that usually sounded in your constant bickering back and forth, his unrest had seemed to rub off onto you as well. "You just seem off."

Your overtly careful choice of words elicited his soft chuckle. For a few moments he looked down on you, pondering just how much of information he should tell you. If he should tell you. After all, it was the knowledge not meant for the likes of you, civilians.

The light-hearted tone of his voice bore a stark contrast to the atmosphere and the words he was saying. "They're sending me to the island." His lips pressed into a thin bloodless line once he fell silent, his unbroken gaze on your face.

A deep line etched between your eyebrows. Still puzzled, you looked up at him searching for some sort of visual purchase.

The island of devils — any warrior would be elated at the prospect of proving their worth to Marley in battling the spawns of Paradis. Yet this sense of pride never captivated Zeke. More than anything, frustration seemed to have bled into his fair features.

Question, perhaps stupid in its naivete, plagued you so you let it leap off of your tongue. "Is this good or bad news?"

"And what do you think?" He retorted, pained playfullness still lingering in his voice. "When you send four Titans to an important mission and this is followed by five years of silence, how good can those news be?"

The air in the room became thick with smoke and smell of tobacco — Zeke must've lit a cigarette without you noticing. Your nose wrinkling, you slid to the other side of the couch where the gray thick cloud couldn't reach you. Uncanny thoughts soon started festering in your mind.

You cringed at your own way of thinking yet you couldn't help but to ask once more. "Are you—" unflattering crack snaked its way into your voice. "Is it going to be for a long time?"

He must've found your seeming worry endearing. His shoulders trembled in a fit of silent laughter, taking amusement in you. Like a pet who suddenly pulled a trick unbefitting of their intelligence. Artificial light cast dark shadows on his face as he neared the kitchen table, taking a sip from one of the half-empty mugs.

"I can only imagine." He stole a gaze at you, eager to capture the row of fleeting emotion painting your features. "Those four must've done a gravely mistake and now fear to face the punishment or died a long time ago. Now they expect me to clean up after them." Benevolent grin tugged at the corners of his lips. "Warrior children, what a joke to Marley's army."

You shunned the way you had received the news. The insolence to fear, to assume the worst when you'd come to imagine him away on his mission was unacceptable of you, stupid Eldian girl. Your mind shouldn't be a harbor for such doubts. Zeke Yeager is a powerful warrior, the strongest in the unit. The red armband akin to the blood he'd spilt as an honorary Marleyan, a testament to hsi long service for the country. The island devils would be a little challenge for someone like him as his strength a prowess doomed him to imminent success. Your eyelashes fluttered as you sought solace in embrace of your arms, hiding your face in between your knees, away from his piercing stare. And yet you had the worries and you let them slowly eat away at you.

A temper tantrum would hardly influence Marley's decision and rid you of your predicament, but it didn't make you backtrack on your blind desire nonetheless. And he'd be thrilled to see your tears, especially if he was the cause of them.

Solitude started to weigh over your head like a dark stormy cloud. To be apart for such a long time rang so foreign to you. Foreign and cruel. Being at Yeager's side bore its benefits which you didn't hesitate to reap and now that the threat of those upsides being ripped away from you hung in the air, you felt... annoyed. You smiled to yourself at the fact that you'd finally been able to pin down your emotion. Annoyed sounded about right. And nothing else.

Noticing your downcast look, he decided to seal off your state with another barbed remark. "Spare Liberio your distraught sentiments. You weren't supposed to know about this in the first place. And I'd like to keep it that way in the eyes of the other people."

The ice in his gaze was persistent as he locked eyes with you. Not persistent enough to prevent the lopsided grin from twisting your lips.

In a fit of distorted glee, you inquired, your voice barely above whisper, "Why did you tell me about this then?" The words dripped with a mix of curiosity and spite, as if you had unraveled a hidden agenda beneath his carefully constructed facade. Your eyes bore into his, searching for a glimpse of vulnerability or truth amidst the web of deceit that surrounded him.

He was never easy to nail down so you didn't believe your luck when you caught a glimpse of emotion, as weak and light as the candle's flame, flicker in his eyes. And you didn't care for the nature of it — be it the amazement at the precision of your question or the anger with your insolence — it pleased you as long as it wasn't the usual cold spite. You found comfort in the knowledge that he, just like you, may be subservient to something other than his logic. That you're not the only one affected by the news of departure. The satisfaction was short-lived though as his features quickly acquired the same expression as before, a blank canvas you couldn't read.

The nicotine must've cleared his senses seeing as he scoffed at you in a condescending rebuke. "So that you won't make any fuss once you find the house empty." His hand reached to rest under your chin but you didn't accept the gesture, turning your head the other way. Stubborn behavior befitting the image of a stupid Eldian girl he painted you as in his mind. "It's still very much a secret mission so only limited number of people are allowed to know."

His touch rejected, he returned to the table, from which he continued keeping his unwavering gaze on you.

Did his remark suggest that his family was included in this selected group? Meaning, he went out of his way just to tell you? And for what? For you not to worry? Watching him form the corner of your eye, you couldn't help but to adore the stark discrepancy between his words and actions.

"I'll consider this your act of courtesy towards me." You shot back meekly, the tone of your voice suddenly growing more humble. At least you would have the satisfaction of having last word even if it meant resorting to your obsequious self.

Now, after a cigarette or two, he appeared utterly unfazed as if he weren't gambling with his own life by venturing onto the island of devils. When it came to his life, he never seemed to hold it at great value. You were the one to do it in his stead.

Curiosity took the better of you as you turned your head to face him, a hint of concern seeping through your facade. "How dangerous will it be? If the other Warriors had been on the island for five years, then those devils must be strong enough to pose a threat." You couldn't help but shudder at the thought of the mission potentially stretching beyond five years for Zeke. As capable and talented as he was, five years to his life were something that he just didn't have.

Zeke leaned back in his chair, the lazy twirling of smoke rising up out of his cigarette in contrast to the sharpness of the sneer that quickly appeared in the depths of his eyes. "For someone so uninvolved in the military campagns of Marley you seem to have too many questions about this mission. What's with the constant inquiries?" His words dripping with misleading benevolence.

His question momentarily silenced the room, knocking the air out of your lungs. Perhaps you indeed asked too many questions for someone of your station, someone who's supposed to be in a strictly comradely relationship with Zeke. You felt the tension growing more palpable the longer you kept him waiting. The glint in his eyes spoke volumes, a mix of amusement and knowing, hinting at the fact that he'd already got himself a satisfactory answer to his own inquiry. Part of you sensed that he'd guessed it right.

Nonetheless, you rushed to state the opposite in a futile attempt to undermine his own conclusion. "I think it's only logical of any Eldian to take interest in this mission." You pursed your lips before speaking again, feeling how artificial your words sounded leaping off your tongue. "The fate of the whole world depends on its outcome, does it not?"

At this point you'd grown too weary of him, his presence already intoxicating as it is. Why'd he brought you into his house? Just to tell you about his leave, take joy in seeing you shedding a shred of worry towards him but to mock you later for expressing those? Your drilled, bordering on automatic, response didn't win any favour with him yet managed to amuse him to some extent, evident in the way a mischevious grin split his face as he stood up from his chair.

His steps rang louder and louder with him approaching the couch you were sitting on. You let out a relieved sigh, cradling the hope that he'll finally grant you with leave, having had his share of playing games with you.

His eyes told otherwise. "No." He simply shook his head, denying you the last opportunity to leave his house. "I'll argue that there's more to it."

With that, his voice took on more sweetness that he usually allowed himself whilst talking to you which surprised you. At this point of your conversation he'd usually stoop down to tasteful taunts, a stark contrast to the moderation he was currently excercising, making your mind teem with thoughts.

"All the correspondence is forbidden for the Marleyan warriors whilst on the mission. Were you aware of that?" Still lacking a full comprehension of his motives, you nodded your head, your eyes big and doe-like. Nonetheless, he accepted your curt response, elusive benevolence seeping through his features. "Not if it's meant for the close family members, though. Also honorary Marleyans, like me. On that front Marley had been exceptionally allowing."

Again with the obscureness, as if expressing his thoughts in straight sentences would rob him of his last breath. Still, you continued to look at him, your eyes fixated on the enigma that was the fleeting chain of emotions lacing his features. The tips of your ears burning, the supressed frustration at having to sit here and listen to him welled up inside you. His monologue had just took off yet he was already dousing you with mental excercises you were unwilling to solve at this late hour.

Feather-light touch grazed against your temple, his fingers tucking an unruly strand behind your ear, bringing you back to the sound of his musings. "Wouldn't you be worried not knowing about my whereabouts on the Paradis?"

You rushed to deny his groundless assumptions but you found your lips too heavy to utter a word. Thus, he continued, a sliver of benevolent amusement in his tone. "Who knows, perhaps I would be captured or even killed and you would have no idea of my fate?"

The words sounded strange coming from him. He never paid any mind to the morbid consequences that may happen to him whilst on a mission and now that he was shedding light to it in front of you, it filled you with more confusion.

Still, you leaned in closer, intrigued by this newly discovered oddity of his, wanting to her what else he had to say.

"Aren't you?" He called out to you yet there wasn't a hint of condescention to his voice. As if he genuinely took interest in your answer, waiting for you to respond.

And you did answer, with a shallow "yes" whispered in the room. Usually you refrained from such vulnerability as this was often followed with barbed taunts, punishing you for the display of affection to someone as unfeasible as him. But this time, he seemed to had welcomed it.

The spark in his eyes was warm, an exception of his facade you rarely got to see. "Well, I just might help you to get rid of your worries. Would you like that?" You let him touch under your chin, lifting your gaze to see his.

In that moment, the fog of confusion clouding your mind began to lift, revealing glimpses of his true nature. Your eyes widened in surprise as you finally captured what was lurking behind the blue irises. He captured your gaze, too, as well as the sudden recognition, hence the smile, soft and warm, melting the curve of his lips as he opened his mouth to speak. You didn't have to listen to him to know what he was about to say yet it didn't substract from the surrealism of the situation.

"Be my wife."

Out of all the blows, this was by far the most cruel and perverted. The idea seemed too far-fetched, too out of reach for it to have any meaning behind it. You had grown accustomed to his teasing, his banter and the way he seemed to enjoy keeping you on your toes. Can this be another one of his games? Another way to rattle your composure?

Your gaze quickly turned skeptical. You couldn't risk remaining vulnerable in his presence and at this moment. You kept waiting for the mask of pretense to slide right off his face, for him to announce that he had indeed tried to trick you. Yet it stayed all the same, as if the expression was genuine, eyes brimming with inviting warmth like before. Still, doubt lingered within you.

Why should this day be a precedence? An upcoming operation on Paradis couldn't possibly cause this shift inside him. He'd been on other missions before and never before had his unwavering level-headedness left him.

He is not to be trusted. The words that were still echoing in your head are not to be trusted. The mantra sealing your lips, you tried to ward off the terrible temptation to give into what he was saying. He wouldn't hesitate to drag you through the mud if he finds out that you'd fallen prey to his words.

"You can't mean that." It was your final verdict. If he wasn't the one to aknowledge it then you had to be.

The smile on his lips gave way to a lopsided grin, as if your response didn't come as surprise to him. So it had been a game after all, you mused as you allowed yourself a mental praise for your own foresight.

"But I can." The rebuke remaining soft, he kept looking at you, waiting for your eyes to meet again.

It was of no use to you, though. All that you would see in the icy pools would be either that inviting warmth again or a blind wall. And neither of those would cast any light on what had been truly driving his actions all along.

The air felt silent and still. This — all of this — wasn't happenning to you. No night being spent at his house, no awkward pause between you two, no twisted words of proposal. It was all too much for the likes of you, common Eldian girl.

Regardless of your thoughts, he rushed to crush them, bringing you to the undeniable and inevitable reality.

He called out to you again, "So what?" the grin that seemed to appear on his features so often suddenly faded. "Will you be my wife?" You could only chuckle at his courtesy to having finally asked you, instead of bluntly stating his wishes.

With that, he sanked down on the sofa cushions, sitting next to her. The knowledge of his taunts, sometimes ruthless in their nature, implored you to momentarily refrain from answering his question and allowing him to continue, instead. The sincerity had no place in the words he was directing towards you. His statements were not to be held at face value, you had to remind yourself.

Nevertheless, you succumbed to the temptation that had been gnawing at you for a long time as you let your head fall onto his shoulder, the precise movement leaving no room for interpretation of your intentionall gesture. He would be hardly angry with you for such a display of weakness. Quite on the contrary, as your begrudgent vulnerability flattered him immensly.

The weight of the gone day suddenly crushed over you in waves, robbing you of any strength. "A lovely young captain's wife." The saccharine in his tone started to taste bitter. "Mrs. Yeager who would wait for her husband to return from military operations, her body and and soul devoted to him only. Who would meet me with joy and every evening after a working day take off my boots for me."

Wrinkling your nose, you otherwise didn't let your momentary disgust become apparent to him via your posture.

Alerted by your silence, he turned his head in your direction. His breath, hot and tart with tobacco, seared your face. "What do you say?"

Wife. The time had long come for you to forget this word. At this moment and in your position, it was an unthinkable thing for you. Who were you in comparison to the prized asset that Zeke was to the country? He was also no exception, even if the red armband signified otherwise. Bound by his service to Marley, he would never be allowed to dedicate even a sliver of his attention to something not pertaining to his warrior duty.

But on rare occasions you granted yourself the indulgence but also the freedom to your own dreams and you intended to do it today as well. Even if it was the first time for you to voice your hidden desires to someone else, let alone someone who figured in your dreams so often.

The warmth slid along her thigh where he ran his palm across your skin in a thoughtless caress, his touch radiating with heat. Just as thoughtlessly, you caught his movement, taking two of his fingers into your palm.

Being an Eldian in an internment zone, your fate had been sealed long ago yet you found comfort in the knowledge. With your future set in stone, you had all the freedom to fantasize about your chimerical impossible life.

Soon enough you started speaking, your words bearing the same bliss that his were. "Then your huge bath would be all mine and I would bathe in it every day. Definitely with bubbles. And you wouldn't be able to tell me anything against it."

Your ears caught a faint chuckle escaping his lips, accompanied by a subtle exhale.

The prospect of sharing a life with the captain held an irresistible allure. Despite all the taunts lacing his words, a grain of truth resonated within them. This was perhaps the best outcome an Eldian from the internment zone such as yourself could ever hope for. A sharp-tongued and occasionally unbearable husband aside, the advantages of such a union far outweighed the disadvatages. As the capitan of the warrior unit, his duties would often take him outside of Liberio, leaving you to revel in the opulence of your home for many days and even weeks to come.

Contrary to his words though, you would hardly harbour any sentiments over him not being by your side as he had teasingly described to you. Your heart would be unlikely to languish in lamenting the frequent separation, seeing as the luxury of your home would occupy your whole mind, sparing not a single thought for your warrior husband. Even in your sweetest dreams the love that typically exists between the spouses was conspicuously absent in your marriage. Such an emotion was barred for the two of you, as you remained essentially strangers to one another.

Your eyes dropped to the entanglement of your fingers from which he was in no hurry to free himself.

You started to forget yourself, as the most sincere of words weighed heavy on the tip of your tongue. "But also the coffee that you would brew every morning. I really like it."

His lips momentarily twitched, as if your timid praide had either amused or touched him.

A casual impudence found its way into his retort. "Oh no. After I get married I won't go into the kitchen at all so it will all be the responsibility of Mrs. Yeager." He dragged out the last words a little. "I don't want a wife who can't even make me coffee."

The warmth of his body enveloping you, you pulled your knees to your chest and settled into the comfort of your position. Usually, neither of you was insolent enough to seek proximity in each other's presence in this way. Besides sex, your bodies rarely touched, but at this moment it was all too tempting to mind your self-restraint. And yet, your move didn't provoke irritation in him. Instead, it seemed to have awakened a temporary surge of affection within him. He even opened his arms wider, as if embracing you more deeply. However, you couldn't ignore the subtle stiffness in his gestures, a reminder of the hopeless underlying truth about your relationship. You two were far from being a married couple and the likelihood of you ever becoming spouses seemed increasingly remote.

Possible or not, the illusion was sweet enough to numb the cynicism of your predicament.

Yet another breath of his scorched the shell of your ear. "But will you teach me? How to make coffee?" Your inquiry laced with naive politeness, you smiled as you felt his chest, a barely audible hum rumbling the air. "Will my husband have any other expectations of his poor tireless wife?"

In a feigned attempt to challenge him, your palm closed around his fingers even tighter, as if she wanted to attract even more of his attention to her.

This ploy of yours appeared to be succesfull, seeing as his hold of you grew closer. "Your husband would like you to spoil him with your cooking every day." He said with a soft chuckle. "Not that I have tried your food but that is all trivial. My regeneration can withstand the effects of any poison so your cooking would hardly deal any damage to me, no matter how disgusting it may be."

You fell silent at the lack of a proper rebuke, letting yourself get lost in this moment that you doubted you would see again any time soon.

And you were proven right. Just as you began to embrace the newfound comfort of your position, your hopes to have this moment last a bit longer were swiftly shattered. The warmth in his voice dissipated, replaced by a chilling tone as he leaned in to whisper into your ear. "Why deceive yourself?" His words dripped with cold determination. "I know all too well why someone like you would like to meddle with someone like me."

With no further explanation, he presented you with his armband, bright red fabric carelessly thrown onto your hand. The shift in his disposition was so sudden that you took a second to even register the feel of rough cloth against the skin of your palm. Disturbed by the intrusive nature of his inquiry, you tried to pry yourself away from him yet he didn't let you, his fingers finding their place under your chin to turn your face to him. The pools of his blue eyes were colder than ever, studying your expression, not losing sight of each fleeting emotion painting your features, as if the silent observation would provide him with more answers instead of just asking you directly.

Yet you didn't feel fear. In all the time that you had known each other, he never gave you the reason to be afraid around him. This surely had to be attributed to his charms since his each action, no matter how twisted or condescending, held a certain allure over you. Even now as you were pinned down in your place and forced to continuosly look back at him, all you could feel was frustration welling up inside you.

Your exasparetion started to overflow, evident in the way your brows knitted together. "You're hurting my neck," you voiced your discontent in a soft manner, only to be met with his unamuzed gaze.

He only got closer to you, your bodies pressing up against each other, his lips so near to yours that your mouth began to water at the bitter taste of tobacco dancing on your tongue.

Your protests were heeded, and he released his hold on your chin, seemingly satisfied with gazing at you. Another whisper, hot and sibilant, flowed into your ear. "It was hard not to notice, you stared at it too often." Instinctively, your hand tightened its grip on the red fabric, drawing it closer to your chest. "But I can understand your fascination with that thing. What is it that you want exactly?"

Considering all his past actions, his question sounded almost too caring, too soft and too thoughtful for someone like him. Were you a bit more perceptive in that moment, perhaps you would have been touched by his genuine interest but instead you couldn't help but to feel exposed. Maybe you did stare at it too much, as hardly a conversation with him went by without your excessive attention being drawn to some piece of fabric instead of the person it belonged to. You hoped that he hadn't been awake during the nights when you dared to harbor enough insolence to take the armband from his nightstand and pose with it in front of the mirror, the reflections of you with a red ring circling your left arm looking so dreamy and beautiful.

Hardly any Eldian in the internment zone didn't want to be an honorary Marleyan, and you were no exception. In fact, you were the most trivial showcase of this bold desire. It can give you a better life and safety and freedom, most of all. Freedom to go beyond the stone walls of the internment zone, even if for just a while.

In all your life you never came to think that the armband could be attained through the means Zeke had proposed to you not so long ago.

You were thankful to him for still keeping his composure. At least one of you had to. "So what is it? Everything, I assume?" You felt his breath hitch as soon as you answered with a curt nod. "Then everything it is. And I will give it to you."

The right words were coming hard to you yet you couldn't wait any longer to voice them. Pulling away, you finally put some distance between you two, finally free from his suffocating warmth. "Are you hearing yourself right now?"

Your attempts to reason with him were quickly put to rest with a single gaze he graced your way. The intensity in his eyes made your words falter on your lips, as a knowing smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Right now, each of my word has weight so listen to me while I'm still talking."

Surprisingly, it worked. But it wasn't for his concise argument but rather the oddly familiar expression in the depths of his eyes. As you gazed deeper into those pools of blue, you saw a reflection of your own yearnings, a crack in his flawless facade. A pained smile bent your lips as you reveled in the realization that Zeke had given way to the same sentiments as you. And you thought once that he was insusceptible to this. A dark chuckle escaping your lips, the gravity of your predicament started to set in. Fools, both of you.

In a haste you took off his glasses before kissing him. You didn't want the metal frame to poke you in the eye again should the angle be not right.

His lips felt dry against yours, the tart taste of tobacco doing little to prevent you from sliding your tongue into his mouth. He smiled into the kiss as he felt you settling back into his embrace, the cushions collapsing under the collective weight of your bodies.

Your aggressive initiative was a welcome dynamic, with you quickly straddling his lap as he was left to take in the feel of your body. The coil in your stomach began to wind up with each painstakingly slow movement of your hips. The sloppy sounds of kissing rang loud in the room, interrupted only with your breathy whimpers whenever you grazed your sweet spot.

It took him all his strength to pull away, fake and long-soiled paragon of self-restraint lacing his tone when he spoke to you. "The couch would be too narrow for this." The voice barely above whisper.

With that, he grabbed you under your knees, drawing your legs closer to his body for a better purchase. Instinctively, you wrapped your hands around his neck and leaned into his chest so you wouldn't fall when he picked you up. His fingers sank into the pillowy flesh of your thighs as he carried you into the bedroom, your body barely a burden for him. A curt laughter rose from your chest and got lost in the tussels of his fair hair. You hadn't thought him to be so strong outside of his Titan form.

The springs of the mattress wailed as he let go of you, initiating your short fall. He looked down on you, his movements suddenly lacking resolve but his eyes still transfixed on your form. Reluctant to give any more thought to the ponderings teeming his mind, you didn't intend on waiting idly for him to join you. In the growing heat of the room your clothes became a nuisance, just another one of the barriers standing between you two.

Your fingers untypically spry for the state that you were in, you reached for the rows of buttons on your clothes, unburdening yourself layer by layer all the while watching him watch you.

Evidently, the sight of your naked form helped him come to his senses quickly as he stepped closer to the edge of the bed. In a bout of anticipation coursing through your veins you extended your arms towards him in an alluring invitation, starving to taste the tobacco on your tongue again.

All the same dark grin of his told otherwise. Instead of granting you the satisfaction of having his mouth on yours, he grabbed the hold of your hips to flip you over, tight grip sure to leave marks on the skin in the morning to come.

His weight came crushing over you, knocking the air out of your lungs and pinning you in place. Although he was using both of his hands to support his body, with each at the either side of you, it brought you little relief.

"Like I was saying," his lips pressed against the shell of your ear, you felt as if the reverberations of his voice reached your brain. "Marley allowing me to marry is more real than you think. Don't think they would refuse their most valuable asset in such a trivial matter. Maybe I'll even start winning more wars for them."

Your mind refused to give any more attention to his words, demanding a tangible satisfaction instead. You tried to arch your back in hopes that the sudden contact of your pelvises would make him forget his musings, forcing him to stoop down to the same level that you found yourself on, but it was all futile. Under the immense pressure your lower torso was rendered immobile, as if fused with the plush mass of the mattress.

The skin on your shoulder tingled with faint prickles where he rested his chin. "The armband, as significant as it may seem, is not the solution to each of your problem in the internment zone. A glorified scrap of fabric signifying that you're just a bit less miserable than all the others, that's what it is, really." he spoke, his voice tainted with sullen knowledge.

You absolutely hated how he remained so stationary while in arguably the most compromised position and how you lacked the power to change it. "Then why are you willing to go through the trouble of giving me one?" You hissed into the cradle of your palms, tone brimming with impotent dissatisfaction.

The next moment you felt him grabbing a fistful of your hair, with a violent tug forcing your head to turn to the side, your neck almost snapping from the sheer power of the motion. You were met with his gaze, angry yet at the same time seemingly insulted by your insolence to question his motives again. You responded in kind, your eyes watching his lips in anticipation of yet another one of his countless self-serving musings to be voiced. But you didn't hear any. He let go of your hair just as suddenly, nudging you to face away from him.

Sitting up straight, his body weight shifted towards your thighs as he was straddling them. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed his shirt falling to the ground. The sound of the belt buckle coming unfastened was the next thing you heard, the soft clang of the metal clasp filling you with thrill.

His hand snaked its way to your abdomen, pressing against the small of the belly to make you raise your hips and you felt happy to oblige, displaying yourself nicely to him. His touch lingered on you for quite some time after that as both of his hands traveled to the back your thighs, absentmindedly caressing the supple flesh in lazy broad strokes. A surge of goosebumps cascaded across your body, each wave driven not only by his scorching touch but also by a sudden flash of realization.

He must have noticed how shamelessly wet you were. The positioning of your hips left barely any room for his imagination and presented him with the delectable view of your slit, slick covered and pulsing with heat. Exasperated, you bit down on your lower lip to supress a desperate moan all the while he took his sweet fucking time to revel in the way your cunt flutterd around nothing begging to be filled. As much as you wanted to feel him inside you, you kept your pleas to yourself, left solely at the mercy of his self-restraint which you hoped had started to diminish already. You'd rather die than make your weakness for him known again, as if your body wasn't enough of an indicator already.

Eternity might have passed but he eventually moved, shifting some of his weight back onto his arms as he mounted you.

You couldn't help but gasp at the way your walls enveloped him, struggling to take his girth at first. A drawn-out raspy fuck emitted from his chest once he entered you, his motion slow yet persistent as he slid his cock deeper inside you. Careful not to harm you, he halted whenever your breaths became too shallow and frantic from the stinging of the stretch, not moving any further without your leave.

Minutes later you felt him reach the deepest part of your cunt, the immense pressure from his continuous thrust built at the bottom of your stomach, so unbearable that it rendered all the other sensations non-existent. There was no way he couldn't feel your body tensing up below him. Nonetheless, he kept on pushing, as if trying to break you. Even as you tried to get away from the uncomfortable feeling, he stopped you, putting his palms over yours as another way to pin you down. The weight of the pressure bore down on you relentlessly, within mere seconds, tears began to bead on your lashline, threatening to cascase down your cheeks and fall onto the sheets.

The skin of your nape grew hot where he doused it in kisses. Twisted sense of comfort welled up inside of you in hopes that his caresses, so out-of-place yet so warranted, would at the very least provide some relief to you. It seemed that he would persist until you fully succumb to him. A whispered praise poured into your ear once all the struggle left your body and your flesh became pliable to him.

Only then did he back down. Letting you catch your breath as one of his hands traced its way to your face, brushing a strand aside to get a better look of your eyes glistening with tears.

Little did you know that it would be the final act of gentleness he bestowed upon you for a long time, leaving you yearning for more. You didn't even had the time to savour it as he set a new unforgiving pace.

Beyond the tingling sensation of his cock dragging against your walls in a brutalizing manner, sharp hissing grazed your ear. "Why in hell would I go through the trouble of giving you one," he tantalised, each of his thrusts only adding to the mockery. "So you won't forget that you're mine while I'm be away".

"Mine and safe," he murmured then, confident that you won't hear him.

It wasn't his voice. It sounded so unlike him in this moment, frail and vulnerable, but you were the only people in the room so it must've been him.

A jolt of pleasure railed through your body with the tip of his cock hitting your sweet spot over and over again, driving you wild. Your pleasure became apparent to him as well, his motions gaining more precision to increase the blissful sensation for you.

Struggling to form words you nonetheless tried to, your lips and tongue heavy. "So this is what comes with being your wife?" You couldn't believe the tenderness lacing your tone at this moment. The sentiments were a cruel thing, not something you were supposed to have towards him, nor he towards you.

His reply was overtly eager, as he leaned closer to you, your bodies pressing together almost seamlessly. "Pretty much," his voice rang in your ear. "You must admit that you're very fortunate."

You craned your neck to face him, curiosity sparkling in your eyes. Taking in your alluring look, he couldn't resist the glowing skin of your shoulders, so transfixed on tasting the salt of your sweat on his lips that he ground to a halt inside you.

All you could do was rile him up even further, a chuckle escaping your lips. "Oh yes, the prospect of having you cater to my every whim sounds like a remarkably enticing endeavor on my side."

As your words hung in the air, a mischievous glint danced in your eyes, reveling in the effect they had on him. The corners of his mouth curled into a sly grin, mirroring your own playful demeanor and growing heavy with somber tone. With that, his hold on you became tighter, his hand groping at the fat of your thighs.

His hips snapped against yours with such a force that you nearly mewled, feeling the reverberations of his thrust echoing throughout your body. "Enjoying it while you can." His voice dropped to a low, husky timbre, tinged with a hint of challenge and sneer. "You've got only five years left for that."

This level-headed bordering on indifferent demeanor in a blind disregard of his own words struck a nerve with you. You gulped some air, desperate to conceal the outburst within you.

You wished he hadn't remind you of the imminent futility of your secret musings. You wished he would just carry on with pounding into your leaking heat with no thought to it. As he moved inside you, sinking his cock inch by delicious inch, the pleasure of it faded even if your own body continued having visceral reaction to the process, your gummy fluttering around his girth. Now, only lament had residence in your mind. If it wasn't for your unfortunate fate of having been born as Eldians, perhaps you could have a chance at a normal life. Without the constant thoughts of him slipping away.

His resolve undying, he pressed your body deeper into the mattress, the pressure of his hands driving the air out of your lungs all the while his cock kept winding the coil in the pit of your stomach.

"Widowhood would suit you so good."

His voice remained just as mocking as before, as if the life that was put on the clock wasn't his. You, on the other hand, were precisely the one not entertaining such remarks. "Tell me." You could barely make out the words amongst the squelching sounds. "Tell me, will you mourn me? Funeral would be hard to organize, admittedly, with no body left for you to bury, but-"

You rushed to hide your face in the sheets. You heard enough. You didn't want to hear anymore of his taunts.

The words still reached your ear. "Will you cry for me like a good wife should for her husband?" He came to a halt deep inside you yet again, ready to break you should you not answer. "I've never seen those eyes cry before. So will you or will you not?"

The satisfaction wouldn't come so easily to him as you remained motionless under him. Only your shoulders quivered with subtle tremors, betraying the hidden distress that stirred within you. As simple thing such as breathing brought you a lot of struggle so you could only hope that your poise would last through all of this.

"It's not like I've taken your tongue away," he mocked.

A gesture of feigned compassion, you felt his fingers card through your hair, lulling you into false sense of security in hopes of luring out a desired reaction out of you. The sweet tone of his voice came off as cruel and mocking as he coaxed you for an answer, his fingers toying with your clit only adding to the torture.

Sick twisted pleasure, that's what he was getting from all of this. Your answer to his inquiries evident to him, he nonetheless wanted to hear it falling from your lips, dry and bitten at.

Yet, when he spoke again, his voice shed all its malice, barren as it trembled slightly. "At least remember me after I'm gone, would you do that for me?" He called out your name and it sounded vulnerable coming from him, his tone etching deep within your memory.

With a lump forming in your throat, you struggled to find your voice as well as enough air to form a response. There was no purchase for your mind as a scorching wave of orgasm coursed through your body, your face contourting in pleasure and your cunt squeezing in around him. With that, the last bit of poise left you and you broke down completely.

"Yes!" you pushed past your lips, hot tears streaming down your cheeks and your shoulders shaking with each sob.

In this moment you suddenly grew unaware of your surroundings, deaf to his whispers pouring into the ear and numb to the tingling stretch of your core as he was chasing his own high.

The skin of your inner thighs soiled with his seed, you would normally rush to the bathroom to wash away the stench of sex but this time you thought against it, curling up on the bed instead once he rolled off of you. Only now you began to feel the weight of your confession. Why did it have to be you alone to crack under the surge of sentiments that held immense power over you?

He decided to stay in bed as well, watching you struggle to come to terms with what you had just said, complacent grin plastered across his face. Evidently, you made him very happy this night.

"When are you leaving?" you asked in a raspy voice, watching him as he watched you in the enveloping darkness.

His fingers reached for a stray strand, sliding it behind your ear. His tone was thick with mindless glee. "In a couple of weeks, plenty of time for me to convince Marley to green light the marriage." The kiss he left on your lips acquired a bitter taste with time. "What will you say?" At the lack of suitable words, you just nodded dumbly.

He is not to be trusted.

There's a deceit lacing his each word.

But as you gazed deeper into his eyes, glinting in the dark shroud of the night, you let him deceive you yet again.

(phew)

#zeke x reader #zeke yeager x reader #zeke x you #zeke yeager x you #zeke smut #zeke yeager smut #aot smut

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ackerpretty · 6 months

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Can you do a coded post for Levi pls

We def need more Levi content and I will fill that void 🙂

Levi coded pics

#eren x black reader #aot smut #zeke smut #levi smut #eren smut #levi ackerman smut #levi ackerman #levi x reader #levi x you #attack on titan #attack on titan smut #levi x black reader

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iwaizumis-bitch · 2 years

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PERV-FECT DAY FOR A POOL PARTY!

haikyuu + aot men being pervy at the pool!

CONTENT WARNINGS: pervy men, groping/fondling, semi-public male masturbation, non-con photos

WORD COUNT: 858

the sunscreen applies

they just want a feel! that can’t be that bad, right? he'll offer to lather you up, big hands feeling every inch of your skin that he could. 'sorry, it's cold', he'll whisper into your ear, massaging the sunscreen into your shoulders. he'll dip lower, fighting the dirty thoughts in his mind to unclasp the frilly bikini. they'll smooth over your mid-back, fingertips pressing into your ribs. truth is, he didn't really want to be here. a pool party just wasn't his scene. but if he got to feel you all over with no excuse? he would put up with it. his fingers trail upwards slowly cupping your tits gently from the side, cock stirring in his swim trunks. he'll pull away after a few moments, continuing lathering the cream down to your lower back, tongue poking out between his lips as he stares at your ass, barely covered by the flimsy bikini bottoms. he takes in a sharp breath, hands moving to cup your ass cheeks before his mind could comprehend what he was doing. you didn't move away, much to his shock. you breathed out a sigh of..relief?, maybe even pleasure? as he fondled your ass cheeks, rubbing in the cream with his cock leaky in his board shorts. you finally turn around, giving him a few of those perfect tits as you looking at with a sultry look in your eyes through your sunglasses. 'thank you, (name), but it's not really that sunny today', you say, giving him a coy smirk as he looks at the sky, which was mostly cloudy. fuck.

kenma, sakusa, levi, armin, tsukishima, kyoutani, aone, kageyama, asahi, akaashi

swim buddies

swim buddies!! they’ll dive into the water below you, getting a blurry peek of your pretty body through the chlorine. he’ll challenge you to all kinds of games, swimming races, who can hold their breath the longest, but his favourite game to play is chicken fighting. whenever someone brings it up, he’s always opting you to be his partner, bragging about how good you two are together. he’ll crouch under the water, a small smirk catching the corner of his lips as he feels your thighs wrap around his head. he loops his arms around them, using your hips to hold you up. god, he just wishes his face was the other way around, but this would have to do. he’ll hold onto you tightly as you attempt to knock the other girl off, giggling and swaying all over the place, after you almost slip off, he’ll grab your asscheeks to keep you in place. he hopes no one’s wearing goggles, because his cock is rock hard against his his shorts as he feels your squeeze your thighs around his head. eventually, you lose your balance and fall over, splashing into the water. he grabs you by your waist, pulling you back up much to your dismay. as you roll your eyes at him. ‘you always drop me!’, you complain, leaning your head against the brick ledge against the pool. he only chuckles bashfully, flicking your forehead teasingly. ‘not my fault you wiggle around too much’, he retorts, resting his hand down on the ledge behind you. he’s glad you can’t see his other hand beneath the water, palming his erection through his jeans whilst he reminisces the feeling of your asscheeks on his hands.

atsumu, matsukawa, eren, jean, oikawa, hinata, kuroo, tendou, connie

the sun tanners

the men who prefer to lay back in their sunchair, a pair of sunglasses over their eyes and the sun shining down on their stomachs. he'll have a pair of dark shades over his eyes, hiding his wandering eyes from anyone who was curious. he'll prop his knees up, resting a towel over them nonchalantly. then, he'll slowly slip a hand under the towel, under the elastic of his board shorts as he starts to toy with his cock. his eyes are glued on you, sitting on the edge of the pool with your feet dipped into the water. he could see the curve of your ass from here, aching to get a feel of it. he swore if he looked close enough, he could see your nipples becoming erect through the skimpy fabric which did a pathetic job of covering your tits. he breathes in shakily when you laugh at something the guy trying to chat you up says, making your chest jiggle seductively. he hisses, pressing his thumb against the head of his cock as it leaks with pre cum. it wasn't enough, seeing you like this now. he quickly used his other hand to pull his phone from his bag, doing a double take to check no one was behind him to witness the perverted act he was about to commit. he quickly opened the camera app, using his pointer and thumb to zoom in the camera as far in as he could. he lifts his phone up to his face, pretending to be scrolling through social media as he presses the white button repeatedly. capturing your sexy body in all different angles and poses, and you were oblivious to it. oblivious to the fact that he would shortly leave, examining his photography work with a small smirk on his face. you were too easy.

ushijima, erwin, sugawara, zeke, reiner, suna, osamu, iwaizumi

thank you for reading!! likes, reblogs, follows, and general feedback are all appreciated♥️

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jeanbie · 1 year

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WAYS TO SAY I LOVE YOU #2 ★ masterlist.

pairing: zeke x reader

genre: porn star au | warnings: sexual content, fem!reader | wc: 806

⏤ Imagine the first time they say I love you. Imagine it spoken at night, roughly, in the middle of an intense romantic encounter.

It’s different this time around.

It’s just two lovers on a scratchy, whitewashed blue bed-sheet, with the silence as their soundtrack.

The room is oddly cool, almost as if completely submerged under midnight waters, a draught carrying with a swooping gesture across the bareness of the bedroom. Well, it could be described as a bedroom; instead, perhaps just a room accompanied by a bed and a large lion-footed chester drawers with one or two shirts hanging from over the edges. A messy, rather sloppy sight that was overshone by the heat and the friction of the two bodies atop the double bed, the world theirs to take. A dappled light shone through the half-open curtains by a bay window, the blinds slanted with tasteless effort to close them moments earlier. It doesn’t feel like how it felt before; a blinding light cast down onto a pretty bed with unflattering drapes, the offbeat pop song that choreographed each movement of your partner. No sketchy, planned, rehearsed scene could even dare to live up to the feelings shared this night between two lovers.

His lips began to smother from the underside of your jaw down the smooth expanse of your neck, kissing tenderly at the highlights. Both lovers already bare, shivers coursing through their veins at every small collision their bodies made; his hands smooth across your thighs, his palms merely spreading them apart to accommodate himself between. Your neck, now but a canvas of bruising eggplant shades and red welts upon your collarbones arches back, and you sigh out in delight at the way Zeke explores your body like it is a treasure map- let him be the pirate.

At the absence of his clothes, Zeke pushed himself deeper inside of you, the safe grip on your legs hoisted up to fit around his waist being nothing but strong gestures of encouragement; a gentle squeeze told him not to worry but to instead, keep going, and so he did.

His teeth move to graze at the juncture of your neck, whispering moans painted across your skin as his body moves like a wave in, out, in, out; a rhythm only you two can keep up with. He tries- you can see- to be gentle, the way a lover should be, but at the sight of seeing your mouth hanging agape, a pornographic groan erupting from the back of your throat, pride swallows him whole and naturally, he grows cockier and cockier by the second. Catching his lips with your teeth when he figures it’s ‘time’ to press kisses to your mouth, he growls– words caught dead on his tongue.

“Yes, baby, like that,” he praises, encourages, “just like that.”

His hands, shakily, move to hold the calf of your leg, adjusting himself so his final movements can be perfect. As the moon shifts at a different angle, and the light changes, you can see his hips falter and slow, shifting to a grinding pace and his hands move in a stuttery movement, callous palms rubbing across your skin.

“M’gonna cum,” he whispers. “Babe-”

“Let go,” is what you reply, lips ghosting over his own. “Let go, baby, let go, fill me–”

Who is he to deny?

The feeling of your stomach sporadically churning and tensing up, a line of sweat builds on your hairline as he keeps up his pace. Soon, he thinks, soon.

“I love you,” Zeke almost whines, “God, I love you so, so much.”

A groan elicits from your lips- “I love you, too- oh, my god, I love you–”

“CUT!”

The lights switch on, blinding you and almost instantly, Zeke falters to turn his head over his shoulder, staring at the crew with raised cameras and artificial lights, clipboards in hands, the small light flickering red.

“…thinking we take it from the third angle, again,” the director suggests. “Cut the love-ending, too, you’ve gotta keep your audience interested. Nobody wants to see a couple actually in love.”

Zeke nods, “sure thing.”

The crew begin to manoeuvre their gear around the set, chattering amongst themselves as you drop to a thud onto the sheets, disappointment evident on your features. At the sound of your breath slipping from your lips, Zeke looks over and gently- almost playfully- shakes your leg.

“Cheer up, babe,” he murmurs. In contrast to the porno, hearing him say babe just makes you feel more disappointed. “You did well.”

He leaves a fleeting kiss on your leg before letting it drop to the sheet where your body lies, and lifting himself up from the mattress. As the bed rises due to his weight moving, your chest sinks with even more disappointment.

But you are the only one to blame- what a silly thing to do, falling for a guy you can never really have?

#zeke yeager #zeke jaeger #zeke x reader #zeke yeager x reader #zeke yeager smut #zeke yeager imagine #zeke smut #zeke imagine #attack on titan #aot #beast titan #war chief zeke #snk #snk imagine #aot smut #magunes #mine #jeanbie

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chrollohearttags · 10 months

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did the girlies move on from zeke or not cause i’m jumping on the thirst train 🚂 (it’s something about the jaegers chile… i’m telling you)

i’m just thinking about the MEAN mating press zeke would put you in 🧎🏾‍♀️like you’ll be telling him you’re not flexible then five minutes later your knees are touching your ears like what happened omg-

ion know but we bout to wake it up cause I’m still very much there! 🤞🏾likeee they’re both fine (and freaky) as hell but that zeke? Oh that’s a nasty ass mf, I’m telling you! Imagine thinking he’s gonna hear that shit. Ezekiel will wear you out and not care.

content warning: mating press cause hello, spit kink, foot play, vibrator use, bulging and size kink, finger sucking, spreader bar used, slapping, rough sex

zeke has a nasty habit of always pushing you past your limits. He managed to do things in bed that no other man has ever been able to do. Or rather..allowed to! No matter how toxic he was because the dick was always top tier. Who else would you let come over in the late hours of the night, throwing you onto your own couch; legs pinned back to the top of the couch as he ate you out. Sucking sloppily on your clit and spitting on it so disrespectfully..begging you to fuck his tongue as he buried it deep within your cunt.

“Didn’t I tell you not to bend my legs back that far? The fuck is wrong with you? Gonna make me catch a cramp..”

“Shut the fuck up. Don’t act like you can’t take it.”

something he’d prove to be true when he took you to the bedroom, where dispelled any talk of you not being able take it. Flat on your back with his frame towering over you and a spreader bar parting your ankles. In his hand was a vibrator wand, lying on top of your clit and inside of you was his thick cock, pressing into your skin..thanks to the incredibly rough fucking that was ensuing. The bed frame was rocking and beating against the wall and you two were making so much noise, you were certain your neighbors would be filing a complaint.

“Oh God…yes, stretch this pussy!”

clawing your nails into his arms and back, tapping at his abs to fein him off as you stained them with your sweet juices after yet another nut. But that wasn’t doing a bit of good. As he was buried to the hilt in that tight little entrance. Swollen balls slapping against your asshole. All he could do was laugh because he was going to have his way and not come up out of that pussy until he damn well felt like it! Your eyes would meet in a furious gaze; the two of you fucking as if you absolutely hated each other. And maybe that’s why it was always so goddamn good!

“Begging me to keep fucking you but pushing me away? Make up your mind, baby.”

“You’re a real man, make me take that dick. Unless you’re scared.”

and little did you know the dormant fire that you had set ablaze inside of this man! He’d double down on those strokes, turn the speed up higher on that toy and keep pounding you until he was damn near burrowed over your body. He made it abundantly clear that he was going to break you and breed you, even if it took all night. “Testing me—I swear you love trying my goddamn patience. But I’ll show you..” patting your cheek with heavy slaps and even shoving his fingers into your mouth, only after spitting down into it.

“You’re my slut. I’m the only one that can fuck you like this. Don’t forget it.”

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spiteless-xo · 1 year

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╰┈➤ the boys at school. [completed] ⋙ You start to get back out into the dating world and find yourself overwhelmed with options. Not only does Porco Galliard, the star player of the school's hockey team want to get in your pants, but Jean Kirstein, the Captain of the rival team seems to be in love with you, AND Zeke Jaeger, your ex-boyfriend wants to get back together! How will figure out who really cares for you and who's taking advantage of you without self-sabotaging?

ft. jean/reader, porco/reader, zeke/reader cw. explicit content - minors do not interact, fem!reader, smut, alternate universe - college/university, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, oral sex, phone sex, dubious consent, multiple orgasms, multiple partners, multiple sex positions, cum swallowing, blow jobs, cumplay, creampie, mention of canonical character death, manipulative/borderline abusive relationship, cheating, porn with plot, mild hurt/comfort, dirty talk, power imbalance, no use of y/n, second person POV an. all of these links will take you to their AO3 page. there are content warnings at the beginning of every chapter. zeke is a manipulative/borderline abuse mf-er in this fic so please be wary of that before reading

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay over?” he asks. The two of you sit next to each other on the cold metal of the bench, but he grabs your legs and swings them up onto his lap.

You allow yourself to cuddle a little closer to him, pressing your face into his chest. You can definitely tell you’re drunk by the way you’re falling into his arms, desperate for him to hold you after all of those teasing touches at the pub. “No, I have to get home,” you say, although it pains you.

He starts to rub small circles on your back with one hand while he rubs up and down the length of your leg with the other. “It’s cold out here,” he says. You look up at him with a hazy head, meeting his still bright and intense golden eyes with your own.

01. Meeting the Warriors

Your roommate is childhood friends with a few of the players on the school's hockey team, so she invites you to go to a party with her after the game.

02. Waiting for the Bus

You go for drinks at the school pub after studying in the library with some friends and Porco walks you to the bus stop.

03. Your Ex-Boyfriend

You run into your ex-boyfriend after class and he takes you out on a date. Your roommate isn't pleased with your budding relationship with Porco.

04. Meeting the Scouts

After another hockey game, you go to the after-party and meet a few players on the rival team and Porco gets jealous.

05. Alone with Porco (e)

Porco helps relieve some of the sexual tension.

06. Helping Zeke (e)

Zeke asks for your opinion on his new lesson plan and you succumb to old habits.

07. First Date

Jean takes you out for coffee.

08. Facetiming Porco (e)

Porco calls you late at night.

09. Zeke's Office (e)

Zeke finds out you've been hooking up with other guys and decides to punish you.

10. Cooking with Jean (e)

Jean comes over to make lunch but the two of you get... distracted.

11. Halloween with Porco (e)

Porco convinces you to come home with him before you make things official with Jean

12. Marcel

Annie opens up about some trauma.

13. Warriors vs. Scouts

Jean and Porco face each other on the ice and your secret comes out.

14. Friends without Benefits

Annie confronts Zeke and Porco opens up about some trauma.

15. Movie Night

Jean visits you at school and Porco comes over to watch movies.

16. Porco Galliard (e)

You reflect on your relationships with the boys from school and Porco has some feelings.

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