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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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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
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“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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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)
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Hi, how you doing? I love how you write, so, csn iirequest some Zeke x fem!readerslight smut? Its been a while since i read something about him. Thank you ❤❤
hello, my friend ! thats so nice, thank you <3 you absolutely can request Zeke Jaeger x fem!reader light smut! i hope its okay.
here's what im thinking...
with Zeke, there's always some sort of implication. whether it be bland and simple, or soft and sexy--it was always there, hidden and exposed: a hanging question; an additional thread.
maybe it was in the look he cast you: stern apart from an insinuating brow; steely except in the swirling and suggestive whirlpools of his irises; stoic despite the flickering, mischievous fluorescent light off the glasses.
an unspoken suggestion revealed in the slightest twitch of his lip to an upward curve. in his lingering admiration.
"yn, shall we..." his deep voice was always steady and smooth, collected yet drawn out like an overplayed, hardy record. "move somewhere a little more..." his eyes ambitiously twinkled like the sun's reflection on wet snow. his tone intimately laced with an emotion no vernacular could relate. "comfortable?"
the expecting look, the feather touch of his cool fingertips against warmed skin, the soft sway of his beard as he spoke, as you couldn't take your eyes off his lips, as you swore he was leaning closer--as he tiptoed around the implication like an amateur intruder avoided spotlight.
imperfectly.
"like a couch?" a soft palm graced your exposed thigh, slid easily under the flimsy skirt fabric like it wasn't even there. he leaned close to your ear, the soft yet prickly facial hair barely brushed against the sensitive skin of your neck and cheek. "or maybe a bed?"
obviously.
Zeke pulled away slightly, allowed himself to indulge in the sight of your parted lips and astonished, accepting eyes. you stopped breathing as he hogged the hot air. your reflection boldly cast across the glasses. "just anywhere horizontal, really."
he smirked at your audible inhale, practically a choke. his hand twitched in a looming threat to tighten around the limb.
"why only horizontal?" you were capable of only shallow breaths, unsatisfactory to the indiscernible mess of emotions flooding your gut, caving into your pelvis. despite the intense blood flow, restrained the overbearing need to jump on him, you matched his locked gaze and managed out, "we can have fun vertically too."
you were entranced with the rapid dilation of his pupils, noticed the slight tension encompass his neck and shoulder muscles as he took a controlled breath.
the large hand stretched around your thigh and followed the natural curve, right to the intimate plush of a cheek that so easily contorted under his grip, so willingly accepted his outstretched palm.
the clasp of his fingernails into the fatty skin evoked a sharp exhale—distracted you long enough from preventing the air from desperately escaping captivity, from stopping Zeke from resting an arm against the wall and closing in.
he pounced at the opportunity, collapsed his forehead against yours and needily pressed his lips to yours. took advantage of your open mouth and dipped his tongue inside, licked around like collecting melting ice cream on a cone. dropped his second hand to your cheek, stepped in further and kept you close.
close enough to feel the heat radiating off his larger body, condensing into the tickling sweat along your hairline, seeping into the pounding vessels and arteries running through your body. close enough to feel his shoulders contorting over you, bending down to kiss you deeper. close enough to feel the solid, huge erection at your waist, to feel the throbbing pulse vibrate through the fabric against your abdomen.
Zeke’s second hand joined his other, quickly adapted to the home of your bum and suddenly swept you off the ground, roughly fell into the wall. you didn’t even notice the pain from the wall due to the adrenaline in your blood, because of the insistent grinding of your clothed clit against his hard erection as he rubbed you between himself and the paneling.
he kept his mouth on yours, swallowed every single gasp and sound like he was starved. muffled each moan like it was his dream occupation and he was gunning for a lucrative promotion.
your brain flicked through each feeling like a slideshow: the fondling and squeezing of his hands against your cheeks and upper thighs; the electricity and friction where your crotch met his; the sloppy and wet meshing of your lips with his; the cold and stubborn wall scratching against your hot and flexible spine.
the soft and quiet noises still flooded the room, concentrated into a building ringing in your ears deciphered into one simple word—easily summed up in a single desire. and with Zeke, it was always more. more and more and more.
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They Tell Me That It's Good For Me
Zeke Yeager x f!reader
Genre: Smut
Notes: It’s hip to be square…
Warnings: 18+, dubcon, cheating, violence, murder, mental health issues, vaginal sex. Lmk if I missed any.
Words: 4k
Zeke resented his brother, Eren. The brunette being ten years his junior made him wonder who he thinks he is to be telling him what to do. He’s a doctor, and yet Eren seems to think it’s a good idea that he go to therapy? Family therapy, at that. It’s just the two of them sitting in the office on account of their parents being dead. The therapist immediately senses hostility in Zeke. A reluctance to be a part of this ridiculous practice. Eren disagrees, though. His temper around their penthouse recently has been less than pleasurable.
“What does a regular day in the life of Zeke Yeager look like?” the therapist asks. Zeke’s eyes roll so violently, they flutter manically. He adjusts his seating position, pulling up his trousers slightly as he crosses one leg over the other and sinks back into the armchair. He’s a picture of perfect coolness as he rakes his fingers through his hair and thinks about his answer.
A day in the life of Zeke Yeager.
He lives in one of the most expensive properties in the city. The name Zeke Yeager is one of renown and respect. An excellent doctor who studied under his father, Grisha, a title and career he achieved and solidified all before turning twenty-nine. Self-care is very important to Zeke. He likes women, you see, and being in his line of work can be incredibly stressful and taxing on your appearance. He knows every trick and technique to prolong his youth and prevent wrinkles for as long as possible. His morning regime can be gruesome, as if the poor man isn’t tired enough. But it’s all worth it to look how he does.
Not many people see his body under his work uniform, but it’s often a surprise to many when they realise how perfectly sculpted and chiselled he is. Taking care of himself can’t just stop at using specific creams and scrubs on his soft skin to prolong his youth. A balanced diet and exercise play a crucial role in it all, too. The exercise is probably the most irritating part of his morning routine to Eren. For some reason his elder brother insists on playing porno tapes on the TV at full volume while he works out. The sounds of women’s moans incentivise him, apparently. It doesn’t stop it from being irritating, though.
Zeke Yeager is successful in every way that an individual can be. He’s wealthy, he has a good job, good looks that attract enough women to placate his salacious desires. And even a brother who, whilst they annoy each other to the brink of self-detonation, they care for each other.
But it’s not enough for Zeke Yeager. He’s a shell of a man. No matter how much money he has, there’s always someone with more money. Despite him being magnificent at his job, there will always be someone somewhat superior to him. Regardless of which woman he takes to bed, there’s always a man with a sexier woman and a hotter cunt than what he’s going to devour and enjoy.
Zeke Yeager exists, but only barely.
“This was a stupid idea, Eren. I don’t need a shrink, I myself am a doctor, you know.” he talks to his brother in the chair beside his own. Zeke doesn’t get a response, but he notices the therapist begin to scribble down notes in their little book.
“I’d rather you not talk to Eren, Zeke. Focus on me. I’d like you to tell me why you’re here. What has been going on in the last few months?” the therapist speaks. Zeke runs his tongue along his top row of teeth as he contemplates the question. He’d have to ask Eren why they’re here, but now it turns out they aren’t even allowed to speak with each other.
“My life isn’t as interesting as you might think. I work. I go for the occasional drink with colleagues or my brother. I go home and enjoy video tapes and then return them when I’m finished with them.” he explains, prompting the therapist to write down more notes.
“Video tapes. I must say, from what I’ve seen and heard you watch quite a substantial amount of pornography films. Do you think you have a porn addiction?”
“No.”
“No?”
“That’s what I said.”
The therapist takes her time writing his response. It’s quite difficult to make Zeke feel uneasy, but the radio silence for five minutes straight filled with only the sound of a ballpoint scratching on paper fills him with unease. He feels like he’s on trial. Part of him wants to clear his throat, but he doesn’t wish to give the therapist the satisfaction of thinking she’s rattled him. Or worse, she’s won.
“I’d like to know about your sexual history. At what age did you lose your virginity and how frequently do you engage in sexual intercourse?” she asks him. This makes Zeke scoff. It’s not something he cares to divulge with a stranger. He sees Eren scowling at him and shakes his head unimpressed.
“I was seventeen. And I couldn’t say how often, truthfully. I like women, I’d say I have sex more than most.”
“Do you ever pay for it?”
“Is that relevant? I don’t see how that matters.” Zeke answers her question defensively, earning another series of notes appearing on the paper in front of her. “Sometimes I do, yes.” he adds, and she writes it down.
“Outside of sex, what else do you do for fun?”
“I can’t think, right now. I’ve told you a few things, I think we should move on.” he suggests. She smiles, crossing one leg over the other and nodding in agreement. He isn’t sure about therapy; he never has been. The idea of someone getting inside of his mind and trying to unearth secrets and fantasies that he may not even know about himself is terrifying.
“Do you get along with Eren’s fiancé?” she asks. Now Zeke does clear his throat. He unfolds his legs and leans forward in his seat pressing his fingertips against one another as he thinks of how he should answer.
“I don’t think we should discuss this.”
“You have a fiancé, don’t you?” she pushes. Zeke grimaces and nods. This must be why Eren brought him here. He looks over his shoulder in Eren’s direction, and he can barely look at him. He’s been a terrible older brother. So selfish and insufferable. But Zeke has never claimed to be selfless. What Zeke wants, Zeke gets.
“I stole Eren’s fiancé, yes, if we must talk about it then sure. It wasn’t a particularly nice thing to do, but I—” she stops him from saying another word by raising her hand as she writes again. He waits patiently for her to finish so that she can ask another question or wait for him to continue.
“Do you recognise this woman?” she asks as she places a polaroid on the coffee table in front of them. Zeke leans forwards to pick the image up and pushes his glasses further up his nose so he can get a proper look. He shakes his head, placing it back down and pushing it towards her.
“What about this woman? Or this woman? Maybe this one?” she fires off as she places another three images down on the table. He looks at them all intently, once again shaking his head as he pushes them back at her.
“I don’t recognise any of them. What about you, Eren?” he asks his brother, he’s still scowling at them. He thought they were on better terms since he stole you away from him. Apparently not. The therapist clicks her fingers and reminds him not to talk to Eren.
“That’s a shame. I had hoped you could help me, they’re all deceased, you see. Quite grisly murders, actually.” she tells him, not even looking at him as she focuses on her note taking. It scares Zeke to hear. Four women murdered. It’s a scary world to live in. It’s enough to encourage him to light up a cigarette and get comfier in his seat as he digests the information.
“That’s horrible. All the same killer, you think? Or—”
“What do you like to do for fun, Zeke?” the therapist asks him again. His eyes scrunch as he wonders if he heard her right. Haven’t they been over this already? Why does she keep asking?
“I… I enjoy eating. There is a restaurant in the city that is difficult to get on the guest list for, but they usually make an exception for my colleagues and I. That could be considered fun.” he tells her. She doesn’t bother writing it down, which makes him feel like he’s said something boring. Or something wrong entirely.
“I assume you and your fiancé have a considerable amount of sex? How much, would you say?” she queries. Zeke scratches his beard as he thinks about it. He pushes his glasses a little way up his nose, again, before answering.
“Not as much recently. Three times a week, possibly? Work is exhausting. I’d never be off her if I had the choice.” he confesses. That is something she deems necessary to write down. She even pouts as she does, like she’s really concentrating on getting every single word perfect.
“Do you cheat on her? You sometimes pay for prostitutes, have you done that since you became engaged?” she asks him. He looks down, awkwardly, and concentrates on the sounds of his bones cracking as he crushes his knuckles. He sighs, though, preparing to answer yet again.
“Unfortunately I do. I’m not proud of it, it doesn’t mean I love her any less.” he explains, trying his very best to justify himself and his abhorrent behaviour. She’s writing yet again. He notices the way her eyes harshen when she’s writing something particularly juicy, otherwise her brows remain relaxed and her eyes almost appear lifeless.
“What do you do for fun, Zeke?”
“Why do you—? Music, I like listening to music at home. Dancing and a few drinks with the right music on is fun, for me.”
“Those four women were prostitutes.” she announces casually, scribbling some more and not making any form of eye contact as she speaks. Zeke’s jaw hangs low as he comes to realise what might be happening here.
“I feel like you’re accusing me of something.” he tells her. She doesn’t confirm nor deny. She simply keeps her eyes fixated on him as he begins to awkwardly laugh under her intimidating glare.
“Could you tell me about the first time you had sexual intercourse with your fiancé?”
Oh boy, could he. But should he? Would you approve of him diving into the intimate intricacies of your relationship and what you get up to between the sheets? It’ll be fine, he thinks, patient doctor confidentiality is a requirement. He knows that just as well as she does.
Eren had brought you home for the first time to introduce you to his brother. Zeke couldn’t believe how beautiful you were. From head to toe you were a total knockout. How a shit bag like Eren bagged a girl like you, he’ll never know. You spent the evening getting to know more about each other. About their family and their relationship with one another. It was sweet, you thought.
Zeke couldn’t keep his eyes off you, and it didn’t go unnoticed. Eren was the same, you were the only one who realised how intensely the brothers were staring at you. But of course, you didn’t comment on it. Instead, the three of you drank more and more. You drank the least, but it was still enough to feel tipsy.
Eren drank the most and he blacked out completely. Zeke had to carry him from the dining room chair to his bedroom. He landed on the soft mattress and bounced a little when Zeke let him fall from his arms.
“I think you like me, Zeke.” you said. He smirked immediately and you noticed his face go a little red. You stepped a little closer towards him, unable to keep away from his magnetic charm. “Am I… right? To think that.” you questioned. He shook his head, you were perfectly correct.
“I like the idea of bending you over and seeing what you look like stuffed full of me. If that means I like you, sure, I like you. But you’re with my little brother. I’m wondering why you’d ask a question like that when you’re engaged to him. Do you like me, too?”
You stood closer to him, wanting that to answer his question. It does. His hands moved around your neck and then one held the back of your head as he landed his lips on yours. It became heated quite quickly. Both of your hearts racing with adrenaline as you knew Eren could have woken up at any moment. He picked you up and made you wrap your legs around his waist so that he could carry you to his own bedroom.
You were set down and he pushed your body against his floor to ceiling mirror in his room. He dropped to the balls of his feet and then onto his knees, pulling your panties from underneath your skirt and tossing them over his shoulder. He nuzzled his face between your thighs and began to lick at your delicate, petalled flesh. Your little pearl was at his mercy, your hips bucking and stuttering with each suckle and slurp. He looked up at you, face and beard sparkling with pussy juice.
“Turn around, look at yourself.” he demanded. You did, and watched your own body as he began to undress you. He whispered under his breath. Mostly about how beautiful you were. He loved the way your face contorted when he spanked your ass. So, he did it again, and again, and again. “You look gorgeous when you hurt.”
That’s when he decided to soak his cock with your juices. He slid it up and down between your folds to make sure he was wet enough for you to take. He smoothed your hair back so you could both look at your face when he began to tear you apart with his thick cock.
“That’s it. Good girl, how’s the stretch feeling?”
“It— It hurts so good.” you moaned for him. It made him smile cockily. Of course it does. It was just what he wanted to hear.
He loved the way your jaw hung low and eyes were almost fully white as he ploughed into your little cunt. He adored that you didn’t care how fucking loud you were moaning on him, it didn’t bother you that Eren was in the next room. It was euphoric when you began to tighten on him like the little whore you are. You angled your body slightly so that you could face him. Kiss him. He was hitting your sweet spot so perfectly, you scratched down his defined back and earned a cat-like hiss from your soon to be brother in law.
“Fucking bitch, are you gonna cum?” he asked. You nodded like a fool. So damn close. He watched your pretty O face as you hit your peak. It was an inspired idea that he had decided to fuck you in front of the mirror. He doesn’t think he would have been able to examine your reactions and responses as perfectly as he did if he was facing you directly.
He didn’t let you relax as you came down from your high, though. He held your head in place and insisted you look at him as he fills your cunt up with himself. He’s giving you everything he has, the least you can do is admire him as he does so.
“You came in her?” the therapist asks, Zeke nods a little too proudly in front of his sibling. “Interesting.”
“Is it?”
“Did you cum in these four women that you fucked?” she asks him as she spreads the photographs out on the coffee table for a second time. He leans forward and looks at them again. He only shrugs his shoulders, though.
“Maybe. It’s likely. I don’t usually like to pull out or wear protection.” he tells her. She writes that down. Zeke isn’t afraid anymore, he’s starting to get agitated. “How much longer is this session?”
“What do you do for fun, Zeke?”
“Are you aware of how many times you’ve asked me this question?” he answers her question with his own. He pushes his hair back again as he slinks back into his seat. She isn’t done with him, though, he can tell that much by her demeanour.
“That’s not how things ended with your fiancé though, is it? How did it end?”
“Eren here caught us, unsurprisingly.”
“That isn’t what I was referring to. He wouldn’t have caught you if your fiancé wasn’t screaming.”
“Screaming?”
“Screaming, Zeke. Don’t you remember?” he shakes his head at her question. He remembers nothing of the sort. She didn’t scream. He would remember that. Wouldn’t he? He’d remember if she was screaming. “I think you’re confused. Are you confused, Zeke?”
“Very. I wouldn’t make her scream, only in a good way. Why would she be screaming?” he questions. She flips through her notebook and leans her body forward so that Zeke knows she’s reading directly to him.
“She claims the sex was indeed consensual. She instigated it and she enjoyed it until the screaming started. Can’t you remember? Can’t you try and remember why she was screaming?” she talks at him, he shakes his head again. His mind is blank. Is he going insane? “You’ve been referring to her as your fiancé. She’s nothing of the sort. You don’t have sex three times a week, you had sex that one time.”
“No,”
“Yes, Zeke,” she insists as she flips through her notes again. Instead of reading, she had another polaroid image to show him. “Might this jog your memory?” she asks, placing it above the other images.
It’s you. All bloody and cut to ribbons. He can’t believe what he’s seeing. You’re so beautiful but so broken. Who could do this to you?
“Jesus, what happened to her? Can I see her?”
“What do you do for fun, Zeke?”
“Stop asking me that! I want to know what happened to my fiancé! I need to see her!” he raises his voice, momentarily standing from his seat before the therapists scalding glare forces him back into his seat.
“You happened to her. Shall I read her statement to you?” she queries, flipping through her papers until she finds your handwriting. She clears her throat as she prepares to speak. Zeke looks terrified. He doesn’t know you or himself. “We were flirting discretely over dinner. When Eren went to bed it got more intense and I knew I wanted to have sex with him, so we did. We were against the mirror in his bedroom and he performed oral sex on me. He made me look at myself as we had sex and it was pleasant. Until he snapped. I think the change happened when I scratched his back. He started calling me names and he became rougher with me. As he began to climax, he pushed my head against the mirror and told me that I need to see how a whore takes his cum. He didn’t stop pushing and that’s when I started screaming. He pushed so hard that the glass broke, shards entering and slicing the skin on my face. That’s when Eren came in.”
She finishes speaking and looks at Zeke incredulously. He doesn’t know what to say. He can’t believe you would tell such a vicious lie. Are you trying to ruin him to save your reputation? You’re his fiancé now, why would you do such a thing?
“I wouldn’t— I would not do that.”
“What do you like to do for fun?”
“Are you listening to me? I did not fucking hurt that girl, I love her. We’re happy.” Zeke expressed pathetically. It was obvious to him that she wasn’t buying it, though. But who was she going to believe? Women stick together in times like these.
“What happened between you and Eren when he found the two of you?”
“We argued but, everything is fine now, right Eren?” Zeke asks his brother. He simply shakes his head, remaining completely silent as he does. “I don’t— I don’t understand what is happening.”
“Are you sure you don’t remember what you did to her? Or if you slept with these prostitutes?” she goads him, but he shakes his head in utter refusal. When will this end? “You aren’t yourself right now, Zeke.”
“Fuck you.” he spits at her. She only smiles.
“Do you remember hurting your brother?”
“Aren’t therapists supposed to help people? Are you trying to make me lose my mind?”
“He came in to see what all of the ruckus was about when his fiancé was screaming. You picked up a huge shard of mirror glass and pinned him to the armchair and stabbed him again and again. You don’t remember killing your brother?” she explains. He scoffs at that.
“Eren isn’t dead, he’s right here. Are you stupid?”
“Zeke, tell me what you like doing for fun.”
“No! What the fuck is the matter with you? You’re making up lies about my fiancé and my brother.”
“This girl here was stabbed. This one was chased and murdered with a chainsaw. This one was shot. This one was strangled. And you were the last person to see them all alive, after paying them for sex.”
“I don’t care about them. I care about why the fuck you just told me my brother is dead.” he barks. She shakes her head and stares at him.
“You tried to kill Eren’s fiancé. She managed to get away and call the police. But it was too late for Eren, he’s dead.” she tells him yet again. He almost growls at her answer, unable to believe she’s still speaking so cruelly to him and his brother.
“Are you blind? He’s here. He’s literally right fucking h—” Zeke has to pause as he turns to face his brother one final time. He isn’t sitting beside him pulling sarcastic faces and refusing to speak. He isn’t disgusted with him after the therapist had dredged up their past and betrayals.
No.
Eren is dead. He is right next to Zeke, but he is dead. His head drooping backwards over the back of the arm chair with dozens of stab wounds in his neck and even more on his shoulders and down to his stomach. The large mirror shard is still lodged in his younger siblings’ neck. His head moves rigidly so he can face the therapist. He looks down at the coffee one final time. He remembers you. You only met one time and he fucked you stupid. He remembers smashing your head into the mirror. He remembers how badly he needed you and how tight you were around his cock. He’s even starting to remember the prostitutes. At this point, he’s crying. Not because he’s sad, he’s laughing maniacally. It’s all coming back.
Fuck.
Every single thing is coming back to him, now.
“What do you like to do for fun, Zeke?” she asks, one final time. He manages to still his laughter as he wipes away his tears. He has an answer for her now. He finally has an answer he thinks she’s going to like.
“I like killing people,” he laughs softly, smoking a cigarette he lights up. A cigarette he feels may be his final one for a long time. “I like killing people, for fun.”
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Mirror Sex
Zeke Yeager
Cw: gender neutral reader (penetration but non specific body parts used), mirror sex, soft dom/sub dynamics, use of pet and kitten, orgasm for both, no protection, let me know if I missed any
~500 words
Zeke loves watching himself fuck into you over and over again. He loves the look that you get when you look up and see your pretty self getting fucked.
He puts mirrors up on the ceiling, walls, doors, wherever he feels the need to. He wants to be able to watch you from any angle he can. He wants you to be able to watch yourself from every angle with him.
"Just like that, love," he cooed. "Look at how well you're taking me. Such a pretty sight, isn't it?"
You couldn't help but let out little whimpers. Seeing yourself be rammed into, along with Zeke's soft words had you reeling. All you wanted was to let go, but you knew better.
"Such a pretty little pet," he continued. "Tell me what it is you want."
"C-cum, please," you managed out.
He shook his head, "Kitten, you know better than that. You have to use your words."
"Please, I nee-need to cu-cum," you finally got out through hiccups and whimpers.
He chuckled, "Not yet. I don't think you've earned it."
You pressed yourself against his each thrust. He let out a groan at your sudden assistance in him fucking you dumb.
"That's it," he chuckled out.
With each thrust, you both were moving your hips, watching your each move.
"Don't you love how you look when I fuck you, love?" he asked, gripping your head and forcing it forward to look at yourself.
His piercing eyes gazed back at you with such love and lust. You forced yourself to look at your own reflection. Your fucked out expression with his gaze being too much. You pushed yourself over the edge.
"That's right, you earned it," he grunted, only going faster.
You rode out your own orgasm, slumping forward slightly. He held you up until he found his own release only a minute or two later, and who could blame him with how you clenched around him so wonderfully.
He lifted your legs spreading your now full hole to the mirror, "Look at that, kitten. Isn't that a sight to see?"
You moaned again, forcing yourself to look at your dripping hole.
"Think you can take some more?" he asked, chuckling at your expression as the words left his lips. "So eager to please, aren't you, pet. Ok, I can give you some more."
And just like that he was back inside of you, thrusting his own seed deeper inside of you, trying to give you more of what you and he both wanted.
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What I think they’d smell like in MODERN AU
Levi
he smells like those really strong essence oils, only if you go really close can you smell it (I'm talking kissing his hand close)
To be very specific, I'm talking about tea tree essence oil. It's like an antibacterial scent in a way
Eren
Absolutely nothingness. I feel like when he walks past people he does it so fast and swift it leaves a waft of his scent behind... except he smells like nothing so he's just giving you a free wave of air 😭😭😭
But as a bonus, he'd smell like his aloe Vera shampoo for the first hour (after showering) and then the smell fades away... again, into nothingness
Bertholdt
I'm convinced Berty-boo smells something like an old ladies makeup pallet. Those really old peach flavoured powders, or just scented moisturiser for women. It's not a girly smell, it's a powdery smell… sort of motherly (he smells motherly!?)
No one knows why he smells that way really. They don't really point it out because it isn't strong.
But if you hugged him so tight that you buried your face in the fabric of his clothes, you'd get a nostril-full of makeup scents
Reiner
Oh yes you know it, he smells like a big baby. He doesn't even know it, he's amused as you one day rub yourself against the soft sleeve of his sweater and mumble something along the lines of "you smell nice"
this IS VERY specific. But fairy detergent pods is exactly what he smells like.
a warm but soft and squeezable scent that he has no idea he carries but melts when you subconsciously cuddle up to it.
Jean
Jean changes his perfume every week you can't catch onto what he smells like. One week it's Hugo boss, the other it's Dior sauvage, and other fuckboy perfumes. At some point, if you sniff out any masculine scent, you know it’s him, because he's worn every bottle in this bloody world.
Armin
He smells like the original dove soap bar. You can tell he's incredibly clean not just by the waft of soap that fans pleasantly against your face, but through the silkiness of his blonde locks that expose how well he takes care of himself.
Erwin
Looking at Erwin, I can tell he doesn't give a shit 😭😭😭 straight up, he showers puts deodorant on and gets on with his day, it's not like this doesn't leave a scent though, through out his day, he spends it locked up in the office or taking a walk in meadows to clear his mind.
When he comes back to you, most of what you smell on him is the outdoors (cut grass- ish breezey smell) and pages of dusty books.
Zeke
As a Zeke Stan, I'm sorry to my fellow brothers and sisters, but my guy smells of nothing but tobacco, it overpowers any perfume he uses. He reeks of pure depression and cigarettes. Someone hug this man and throw him in a bath PLEASE
Porco
People usually shower everyday because its hygienic but Porco does it because he messes himself up badly throughout his own day. Hell- sometimes he has to shower twice a day.
This mostly comes down to the fact he's messy and clumsy. During lunch, he'll drop a bit of jam on himself, try to swipe it away but it merges through the loops of fabric and stick to the skin of his chest.
Or when he's cleaning, he'll forget that a bucket with dirty water is behind him and fall on top of it, soaking him in muddy water.
i made this way too long... but, this is my headcannon, he smells like fresh bread.
Hange
She either smells like mud, pure sweat, hair grease or all the above.
(When Levi knocks her out to clean her he uses scent less soap so the issue here is that the smell sometimes still lingers even after she washes.
Pieck
Pieck bakes a lot to free her mind from worries, most of what she likes to bake is cookies, pies or brownies. So for the most part, she mostly smells of soap and a bakery.
Mikasa
You guys can call Mikasa manly all you want, but she defiantly uses cocoa butter to moisturise her body after a burning hot shower.
light Cocoa butter and coconut, there's no other thing I can think of.
Miche
The most distinguished smell you can get out of him is his clothes, which barely smell of anything anyway. It's a mystery as to how someone can lack any scent whatsoever.
Sasha
Barbecue sauce and brown sugar
Annie
Her and Armin are soap scent buddies, she smells of a foamy bubble bath.
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Your professor was a cold and calculated man, who had a mysterious aura and unpleasant demeanor. You sat in the brown class with Greek and Italian historical artwork and a somewhat "old design". A perfect classroom for a Philosophy professor. The blonde man looked like a Greek God carved from angles. A beautiful man who wore thin circular glasses on his face. A beard that was neatly trimmed suited his strong, masculine features. He smells of cigarettes and vanilla, with a hint of coffee.
"Mr Zeke Yeager" a well known professor and Philosopher, known for his outstanding works in the industry of Literature and Art. He certainly looked the part of a philosopher hense his somewhat old and "academia" style.
You were the only woman in your class and studied hard, however the subject was just to hard for you. You confronted your professor one day outside the university building. He was sitting on a bench, cigarette placed neatly within his fingers as he looked up at the gloomy sky. You asked him what was going on and why your results were so bad. Turns out you were never the problem.
He failed you on purpose, but why? Why would he do that.
" Good question, you're to bright." He said taking a pull of the cigarette and blowing smoke into the cold air.
" OK? You know you can loose your job for failing me!" You said angrily looking at him.
" So what?" He said smoking more of that darn cigarette.
" OK? I really need to pass Mr Yeager, I spent so many years working for this scholarship, I can't let you take that away from me"
" I know you like me sweetheart" He said looking you dead in the eye. His blue eyes digging their way into your soul.
I mean it was kind of obvious you had feelings for the older man, he was hot. You couldn't help but stare at him from time to time. Getting so lost in your filthy thoughts about him you couldn't even pay attention to what he was writing on the board.
" Listen Y/N if you want a good fuck, just say that"
" How about you pass me, and I'll let you fuck me for one night" you said clinging onto the books in your hand as tight as you possibly could. The mere words made you tingle.
Zeke immediately stood up and threw what was left of the cigarette on the floor. Stepping on it with his black dress shoe.
" Alright, And I didn't fail you on purpose, your work lacks context, I'm a strict marker. " He said standing only inches away from you, towering over your frame.
" Why don't you just tutor me?" You asked shyly, getting nervous from the man's presence.
" If you let me fuck your tight pussy I'll tutor you and I'll pass you for free, how's that sound " He said whispering in your ear making you shiver
You nodded your head as he walked past you, assuming you'd follow him to his car.
And you did so, following the man to his car and leaving the university grounds to his house.
Zeke lives in a gated community, with huge mansions and green front yards. You could tell he had money. The car ride was extremely quiet he looked so sexy driving, one hand on the steering wheel, the other hand rested on his lap.
When you drove through the ring neighborhood you two eventually arrived at his house. A huge house that looked like a medditeranean villa.
" we're here" He said parking his car in his garage with a huge garage door.
You both got out of the car and walked into his home. It was huge. With two staircases and a chandelier in the middle. Brown floors made of wood that were freshly waxed. So clean you could eat your food off them.
" Showers upstairs" He said making his way into the kitchen.
You walked upstairs and took a shower in his bathroom. Marbles floor, a chandelier and nicely decorated with art and candles. A classy home, he was probably from old money.
You walked downstairs only to find him in his library across the kitchen. "He looked up at you pulling his glasses down the bridge of his nose"
" Why are you wearing clothes?" He asked standing up and moving only inches away from you
He left you no time to respond before he grabbed you by the waist and kissed you.
The kiss was long and passionate, taking your shirt off to reveal your lacy black Bra. He grinned and started kissing your neck.
" You're so gorgeous" He said tracing his fingertips down the curve of your waist, bending down, his face only inches away from your crotch.
" May I ?" He asked, ready to take your pants off.
You nodded looking down at him, his glasses shining in the dim light. Fuck he looked so handsome right now.
He took your pants off swiftly, along with your panties. Only to reveal your pretty pussy.
Kissing it gently as he began to eat you out.
You moaned gently and softly. He looked up at you with a smile " Enjoying yourself?" He asked.
Using his tongue to make circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves. Making you louder each time the muscles came into contact with your sensitive clit.
You let out whimpers and cries as his tongue worked wonders on you. It was heaven
Shortly after all that you were about to cut when he pulled away. His chin wet with your sweet juices.
"Not yet" He said forcefully pushing you on his desk. Your ass out and boobs pressed up against the oak table.
" you sure you want this Y/N?" He asked as your hair slightly covered your face. Your face pressed onto the table. Pussy on full display infront of the older man's eyes.
" yes.... please"
He immediately took his pants off, revealing his cock. It was big and veiny, with light brown pubic hair covering the area.
He inserted his cock into you, making you moan loudly. " oh fuck"
The older man pounded his meat into you at a fast speed. Making your head spin and your heart beat rapidly.
Spanking on your ass every chance he got, leaving the soft fleshy area red with his hand print. Him grunting and groaning at the tightness of your pussy.
It made him go crazy. He was acting like an animal, wrapping his strong hands around your little neck applying pressure slightly.
He turned your body over roughly, revealing your face and boobs. He picked you up sitting your ass on his table. Spreading your legs widely to reveal what was rightfully his.
" wanna see that pretty face while I fuck you"
Fucking you slowly and then speeding up his pace making you throw your head back in utter pleasure.
" oh fuck, fuck. Zeke..."
And with that you came all over his cock, your juices on his oak table. Seeing this made him cum shortly after.
" look what you've done to my expensive table. Be a good girl and clean it up" He said pulling your head and forcing your head down to lick the juice off his table.
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who in AOT would cry at your wedding? (+ wedding hcs)
Includes Eren, Armin, Jean, Connie, Reiner, Erwin, Levi and Zeke. Also just some random wedding hcs.
Tags, swearing, modern au, if you don't like weddings this isn't for you.
Eren
I think your and Erens wedding would be small, but very nice.
Probably only like 50-75 guests at the most.
Zeke was probably best man, if not it was Armin. Mikasa was maid of honour.
Y'all got a cute ass venue, like a greenhouse or a garden. He'd probably want to have the reception in his mom's backyard.
NO KIDS ALLOWED !!! He would not want kids at his wedding.
I know the guests partied hard during the reception, while you and Eren went for a romantic walk.
I don't think he'd be very good at expressing his emotions verbally in front of an audience, so you did the traditional vows.
During that walk, he'd stop and actually say what he would've as his vows.
He got a little emotional, a bit teary-eyed, but he'd recover before actually crying.
He was so happy though. He had just the sweetest smile the whole day.
Armin
Destination wedding.
In Italy or Spain, either on or with a view of the beach.
Around 30 guests.
Eren was best man, Mikasa was maid of honour.
Armin wore a blue tie and a little handkerchief.
Everyone present cried. Including Armin.
I just know Eren and Jean were sitting in the audience of the ceremony trying their hardest to keep it together but Connie and Sasha were bawling. So loud that the pastor asked them to quiet down.
When Armin saw you walking down the aisle he was done for. His eyes were so clouded with tears that he could barely see.
The dinner was on an outdoor balcony and it was delicious.
The desert table was the real star of the show. I hc that Armin has a secret sweet tooth so this was his idea.
You guys had a little string quartet for music.
Jean
Now Jean would take your wedding very seriously.
Only the best planner, the best cake, the best florist, the best venue and he would splurge on the best dress/suit for you.
And as soon as he sees you walking down the aisle in that dress/suit, boom, he's crying.
As you walk across you see the tears on his face.
I think he would just wipe them away and laugh it off.
He's smiling really hard the entire day.
I think the venue would be like a castle, mansion or old historical building, very fairytale, very pretty.
I think that you guys would probably have around 100-150 guests.
Connie and Sasha were best man/maid of honour.
Also, his mom would be sobbing the entire day.
Connie
I think that your and Connie's wedding would be very fun.
Slightly larger wedding, around 200 guests.
Jean was best man, Sasha was the maid of honour.
I think it would be at a vineyard or a winery, he just gives me that kind of vibe.
During the ceremony, he tried very hard to keep it together, but as soon as y'all were out of there he was SOBBING.
Bawling like a little bald baby.
I think it would be kinda cute though.
Sasha also cried, Jean was laughing.
I know the reception was fucking awesome. Better than Erens.
Everyone except you and Connie were drunk as hell.
You guys had a super cute photo booth that got used a lot by the very drunk guests.
Jean would try to breakdance and probably break his leg, Eren laughed his ass off while you called for an ambulance.
All in all, 10/10 wedding.
Reiner
OH MY GOD YES HE WOULD CRY
DO YOU SERIOUSLY THINK HE WOULDN'T?????? YES HE WOULD!!!!!
Walking down the aisle, he's crying. The first kiss, he's crying. Taking pictures, he's crying. FIRST DANCE HE'S CRYING. IN THE LIMO HE'S CRYING. IN THE HOTEL ROOM HE'S CRYING. ON YOUR FUCKING HONEYMOON HE'S CRYING!
I think that the wedding would be super nice, the venue would be a country club with a super nice outdoor ceremony and an amazing dinner.
Y'all would get like a custom cocktail or something too.
100-150 guests.
The reception would be more chill, and the wedding itself wouldn't last too long.
Y'all did the shoe game and it was cute as hell.
You guys would probably leave in like a limo with "Just Married!" on the back.
Jean, Sasha, Eren and Connie take the party to a hotel bar nearby.
A very cute and classy wedding.
Erwin
I said that Jean would splurge, but oh my god, Erwin would SPLURGE
I hc that in modern au Erwin is lowkey rich and very successful so I think he'd spend a lot of money on this wedding.
(if you'd wear a dress) The budget for your dress was easily $10,000-$15,000.
I think the ceremony would be in a church and the reception in an expensive ass hotel.
This wedding would be STUNNING.
ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL.
Super classy and expensive, gold everywhere, rose centrepieces, a live painter and literally everything else you want, he'll get.
He probably has a whole ass orchestra performing for your ceremony and first dance.
He didn't cry, but he had the warmest smile on his face when he saw you walking down the aisle.
I hc that Erwin just doesn't.... like... cry? Like at all.
Literally 1000000000/10.
Levi
I don't wanna break any hearts right now....... but I don't think Levi would want to get married.
It doesn't really seem like his thing.
But if you really wanted to he probably would.
I don't think y'all would throw an official wedding, you'd probably go down to the courthouse and throw like a celebration afterward.
Only like 20-40 guests.
Kuchel was so excited, probably helped Levi pick out his suit for the party.
He wouldn't cry, but he would have like a small smile for the majority of the party (before Connie and Sasha got drunk and chaotic)
The party was very nice. It took place in his high-end penthouse, awesome catering, beautiful decor.
Zeke
I don't think Zeke would have a fully thought out proposal or wedding.
I think the topic of marriage came up randomly at like 2am when you were watching tv or something and he just said "Should we go get married?" and you did.
It was a Vegas wedding with an Elvis impersonator officiating.
He didn't cry but he was overjoyed.
His face hurt because he was smiling so hard.
At the wedding he improvised some vows, and they were the funniest and sweetest thing in the world.
I think it was like 2-5 people including you guys.
Eren was best man.
Carla would beat his ass when he gets home though.
This lowkey got off track from the original prompt but I DO NOT CARE !!!!!!!
Hope y'all enjoyed anyways!
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I'm going through hell week in school so how about a modern au Zeke x reader? Like, Zeke is either a year older or they're the same age, and he helps the reader with homework. Idk I just need fluff from monke boi. Tenchu 💜💜
Studying, or Something
Zeke Yeager x Reader
Your fingers drummed on your already pounding forehead, your mind running away from any thought of logic. You had been at your physics homework for hours.
You knew that cramming wasn't effective, but how else were you going to learn this all before your quiz tomorrow afternoon?
"Babe, I hope you're ready for our date tonight~" came your boyfriend's unusually happy trill. Zeke comes swinging into your dorm room, his hair styled in the waves just the way you liked, dressed in a deep red button-up and some khaki pants.
He slides into the door frame, leaning up against the wall as he takes a good look at you, and his happy, goofy mood immediately drops. There you were, hunched over your cluttered, small desk, fingers repeatedly carding through your hair.
A sigh falls from his lips when he sees you're nowhere close to being dressed, let alone done with your homework.
When you hear his voice, your eyes immediately snap to the calendar just above your desk, and your stomach drops when you see your handwriting scrawled out: "date<3".
Your (colored) eyes flash to him, panic written all over your features as your pencil falls from your hands and your calculator slips out of your lap onto the floor.
In an instant, you are completely overwhelmed and stressed, and you can't help the tears that well up in your eyes and start sliding down your cheeks.
Zeke lurches forward and drops to one knee, his hands coming up to cup your face and brush the tears away. His gaze softens as he looks at you, disheveled and obviously overcome.
"Shh, shhh, sweetheart," he chides as he tried to get your gaze on him, "It's alright, it's al-right." You finally look up at him, hardly being able to see him through the tears in your eyes.
"I- I'm so sorry I- I forgot about our d-ate," you hiccup as you sob, "I- I'm just so dumb and I don't know how-" "Stop it," he cuts you off, his voice stern.
"I could care less about the date now, sweetheart," he states, shifting onto both knees to kneel in front of you. One of his hands drops to yours, grabbing them gently and caressing them.
"Okay, yes, I was very excited about our date tonight, but my main concern is always you," he murmurs, wiping away a stray tear from your cheeks.
You sniffle and nod, not having the energy or bandwidth to argue with him. He sighs through his nose as he asks, "Now what's making my sweet girl so stressed?"
You look down at your lap and grumble, "Stupid physics." You see, math, particularly physics, was not your strong suit. But your engineering major boyfriend was a genius.
"Sweetheart, why didn't you just ask for my help? I could have been here hours ago," Zeke asks, his brows knitting in concern. You shrug and mumble, "Didn't want to bother you."
Zeke just looks at you in thought for a second before he replies, "We can talk about that problem later, alright? Let's just take a study break, get some water, and then I'll help you, m'kay?"
You give him a small nod, and he gives you a soft smile in return. He gets up with a small "huff", and pulls you to your feet. He immediately draws you into his chest, forcing you to look up at him.
You sniffle again and whisper, "Thank you." He bends down, brushing his nose against your own and he chuckles, "Don't thank me yet, honey. We still have to make it through your homework."
You groan and he just chuckles at you playfully but reaches down to give you a sweet kiss on your lips. When he pulls away he jibes, "You're gonna have to take me out to dinner after you ace that quiz tomorrow, it's only fair."
You roll your eyes and lean into his chest, wrapping your arms around him. He reciprocates, pulling you into a tight hug.
"It's a deal."
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Zeke Boyfriend Texts
SMAU
Zeke Jaeger x gn!reader
warning(s): nothing explicit but mentions of Zeke’s ass and dick 😭
a/n: here y’all go 🙄/j lmao still just pushing through my old requests! Enjoy!
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Peace (Zeke x afab reader)
Summary: You're a successful athlete and life is good, but your career is not what brings you true peace. Your boyfriend likes to remind you.
cw. Afab genitalia mention, praise and degradation, choking, blood, squirting, dirty talk, rough sex, breeding mention, dubcon because wine, knife and carving mention, maybe don't read if you disassociate easily? Idk but reader almost yeets unconscious here
"All the cheers to you, love." Zeke sang happily while clinking your glasses together, the soft breeze of icy evening air blowing cherubic hair out of his face. He was overreacting, like the dork he always has been, and probably got more excited over you winning your tournaments, than you. It's been around six months since you got into a relationship with him, and Zeke's every word leaked the adoration he caught inside his heart, big as ever with a special weakness meant for you, and you alone. Even though you didn't consider yourself a possessive person, Zeke made it hard to not crave for you to claim him, get him on his knees in every philosophical, physical and metaphorical aspect. Hunger navigated his teasing nature whenever you reminded him of it, that he belongs to you.
That you belong to him. That you never wanted it to be different, ever again.
"It wasn't even that great of a win, I barely won. Have you seen how much I was sweating? Shouldn't have been. I'm ashamed I even had to put so much effort into it," You mumbled with knitted brows, watching your boyfriend gently swing the wine inside his glass. Zeke rolled his eyes as he listened to your venting. "The most important thing is that you did win, in the end. And that I'm proud of you, that's what matters."
He gulped down his red wine greedily, little drops sloping into the fabric of his pullover. Zeke still managed to look elegant, you wondered how that was possible everyday, with that monkey of a man.
Then, he rolled up his sleeves carefully, eyeing your lips. "Aside from that.. The concentration in your face was pretty sexy. Your expression looked delicious."
You were so taken aback that you failed to notice how he towered over your sitting silhouette, suddenly a lot less goofy and a lot more intimidating. Instead of the usual smug grin, he gifted you shivers, torturing your skin with excitement as radiant as the living room ceiling light. "Let me find out just how delicious you may be."
With that, he pulled you onto the couch, ignoring the shattering of your glass as it met the floor and setting his aside. Wooden parquet. You would kill him the next day.
The sensation of his tongue mixed with the strong taste of alcohol lowered your lids almost automatically, it was intoxicating in the most literal way. Addicted to his scent, you buried your nose in the crook of his neck, the need to calm down very apparent. You could already feel the heat pooling inside your abdomen, and you knew you'd be staining his pants with your juices if you didn't took a breath.
"I need you to let loose already," Zeke complained with a vocal sigh, it was clear that he grew sick and tired of your everlasting need to control yourself so you wouldn't spit the most obscene and disgusting dirty talk. It embarrassed you. Once you got rolling it was impossible to stop, with the way he always pleased you. Skilled, long fingers. As per usual, the first noise you failed to control dominated the silence of the apartment only as he made use of them, pressing and digging into your soft skin all pliable like you were nothing but a doll. Zeke simply traced his fingertips over your belly, and yet it felt like he was burning you up with need and desire, scratching possessively over the skin of your hipbones. You're sure he would cut his initials into your skin if you just allowed it, that was how much he lusted after you.
"Why do you love hurting me so much, Sir? You want me for yourself so bad. Do you want me to bring you a knife so you can slash it into my skin?"
You hadn't planned for your thoughts to escape your mind, you swear. Zeke's following gasp and tightening grip made your bones feel like pudding, "Yes, Yes, Yes."
You would not have hesitated to do so if he didn't embrace you sensually, occasionally rubbing the tip of his big nose over your throbbing clit and you could feel yourself leaking, running down your ass crack. "I bet you're dying to lap up both our cum after you filled me up. Isn't it funny how now one will ever find out how much of a breeding bitch you're turning me into? No matter how many tournaments I win,"
You knew you were testing his patience, but Zeke surprised you today. With a rich laugh he pulled your folds apart, stretching your hole ever so slightly, looking well entertained. Other than that, he kept his intentions dubious, until you felt his index finger intruding your ass. The shame of it all, your boyfriend very thoroughly examining your warm, squishy guts with his skilled hands, eager tongue sucking you off as he freed his moans, finding genuine enjoyment in practically getting you heart eyes. The depth of his voice compared to the great pits of the deep sea, the rough vocal encouragement alone was enough to soften your knees. At that very point, you couldn't deny your own body any longer, legs continuing to spread in a hearty welcome. Giggles squished themselves in between your moans as his beard tickled you unwillingly, yet finding himself too lost in eating you out to actually care.
You did not have it in you to ask for his cock, far too fucked out in exhaustion from barely any action, even though you knew you needed it. The image of your boyfriend's drooling dick, straining his pants heavily as he blessed you with the warm walls of his mouth brought you to a mental collapse and you caught yourself loving every second of it. Being fucked thought-empty by Zeke was an experience everyone else was missing out on, you couldn't believe how lucky you were with that blonde, scratchy beard and cozy sweater wearing Gremlin.
You wanted him to make you regret the seduction, all of it, you would be perfectly fine with him breaking both of your legs so you would stay in bed for months for him to plunge his cum inside you over and over again. Only on your deathbed would you give up on the pure satisfaction, exquisite in it's state rotten by lust and a mind willing to be broken.
As if on command, or maybe it was your hips pushing up eagerly to meet his tongue, Zeke turned you around like a toy that weighs nothing, leaving you empty for not too long. You would have liked to see his face, but the humiliation of the position satisfied something very deeply within you. It made you feel like a cheap hooker, the way he positioned himself in front of your creamy hole as he held your legs up. You were purely allowed to balance your weight with your arms, perhaps out of pity. More likely just to see you struggle. "Oh my God," he laughed, slapping your clit in fascination of the wet sound. "Getting this messy with you has always been an honor to me, you know," he whispered into your hair whilst inhaling the grapefruit shampoo you've used earlier that day, bent over your flushed limbs. The heat of his breath on your ears felt enticing. His cock was inside of you entirely before you even registered it.
"Maybe I'll make you lick up the mess this time, bet the poor couch will be sad if you drown it like a starving cockwhore."
Zeke put on a pout for good measure as he spoke, that bastard, meaning to actually sound sad as he was fucking you. Internally, you cursed yourself for liking the concept of his words, trying so very hard not to start begging. Instead, you gifted him a bratty snort, and your boyfriend's rough treatment made you feel like he was destroying you from the inside, gooey and bloody all over. At one point, you even lowered your head to check if there was blood on his cock. You were surprised to see none with how he penetrated you so sinful it almost felt like a confessional.
"That's okay. If you don't feel like cleaning the couch, how about the ground I walk on?" Zeke teased, a little out of breath, and you never heard a better idea of his. "If you keep fucking me like this you can scrape my guts off the ground you walk on," you croaked out, it was ecstatic. You knew how much he liked it when you talked back.
"Odd way of asking me to fuck you harder, but I'll accept it."
Little white dots filled your vision without remorse, now you were sure the sticky leaking out wasn't only your wetness. You knew your boyfriend liked to have his way with you nice and merciless, but you didn't expect to be on the verge of losing the willpower in invitation of staying awake. No matter how hard you tried to lift yourself up, your consciousness was slipping right through your grip with Zeke's tightly controlling your oxygen intake, cruelly mounting you, dominating you. True peace, that's what it felt like if you had to describe it, being at a loss of control over your own life and wavering state, leaving it all in the loving hands of your sweet divine other half. The orgasm hit you like a shock wave, squirting all over his cock in a messy, intense stream.
Sorry for the delay! I'll post more regularly, promise 💌
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stalemate
zeke x gn!reader
tags: fluffy suggestive stuff (as fluffy as it can get with zeke)
cw: suggestive (kisses and stuff), chess and a lot of it (there's gonna be some chess terms thrown around just for the show - no need to understand them to know what's going on), zeke being zeke (needy pos that is), coercion elements (very mild)
wc: 2.2k
summary: perhaps challenging zeke to a game of chess was a bad idea - so chivalrous of him to offer you his help to defeat him, though
a/n: don't perceive me, i barely understand the chess theory myself
Stalemate is a situation in chess where a player's king is not in check, but they have no legal moves left, resulting in a draw
Such a poise coming from someone whose lips were twisted in a shit-eating grin. Both annoyed you to no end already, slowly chipping away at your composed facade — but the combination of those two? You could already sense the steam escaping your ears. Truly, both of those opposites could only coincide in Zeke.
"Any moment now," his calm voice prompted you to make a move, although you had stalled for only ten minutes longer than expected.
It was ten minutes too long — considering your own knowledge in chess, you shouldn't find this so hard to navigate through this game. But you did. You bit on your lip as you stole a glance at Zeke before finally moving your bishop across the board. The challenge of the game was all courtesy of his.
All pleasure that you intended to find in this leisure game of chess with Zeke was nowhere to be seen now. Some mental exercise was always welcome but not at the expense of your own brain cells that ended up being fried in the unfolding mental gymnastics. Too bad it was only you who was laboring over each move.
He was a monster at chess. And just like one, he was tearing you to shreds.
Your lips curled into a malicious smirk, catching up on his hesitation.
But not this time.
Zeke quirked his brow at your choice of the move.
Finally, you got him in a predicament that he'd be forced to ponder over to search for the best solution. Spolier - there was none since the strategy you devised in such a short span of time was impeccable. He would have no other choice but to back down his attack and ultimately weaken his control of the board center. You couldn't help but to give yourself a mental pat on the shoulder as you imagined him losing more and more advantage in the game. Your careful planning would leave him totally crushed, utterly defeated, absolutely destroyed, unequivocally--
Zeke took your queen.
You had to lend a second look at the chess board to finally register that the queen, your queen, was indeed removed from the game by one of his rooks and lied by Zeke's side.
How could this have happened? Virtually nothing could predict this move happening in your mind. All the defenses that you've put up ended up being ultimately useless since Zeke easily slid one of his figures behind your line of defense. Good thing that you were thoughtful enough to do the castling earlier or else the king would also be endangered right now.
A glint of mild interest ignited in Zeke's eyes upon seeing you so distraught about the move that he spent maybe a minute contemplating. It just started to get fun for him.
"I hope that was intentional." The soft mockery in his tone puzzled you as your brows knitted together in confusion, prompting his explanation. "You letting me take your queen so easily? It better be the first step to the closing game or else it'd be pretty disappointing."
The tiny vein on your temple started pulsating with anger as you composed yourself.
"Just-- shut up."
Of course, you had no aces up your sleeves that would tip this miserable predicament into your favour. A fact he was well aware of.
Good thing he listened and indeed stopped riling you up even further. Another word out of his mouth and you would've skipped over the entire anger phase right over to tears.
It was your turn again. After being cornered up with his previous attack, you were all out of moves, let alone useful ones. In a desparate attempt to bring him back into the game as soon as possible, you opted for taking at least a bit of advantage back to your side.
Your hand already hovered over one of your pawns, ready to grab it, when you noticed Zeke's unbroken gaze on you. His pursed lips were a subtle sign of his disapproval, the silent one which was by far the worst one.
Frustrated, you threw your hands in front of yourself. "What?"
This in turn perplexed him. Dumbfounded by your sudden (and quite rude for his taste) inquiry, he looked at you in confusion, benevolence coloring his features in a halo-like light.
"Why-- why are you staring at me like that?" you had the courtesy to elaborate although your voice was bubbling with irritation.
"You were the one to tell me to shut up," unabashed he replied. "Can't I express my critique in some other way then?"
You were determined to prove all his attempts at annoying you futile. As if he wasn't already getting off of the fact that you were losing to him, flaunting his chess skills in the process.
"Alright." you asked calmly as you caved to give him the response he wanted. "What is your critique?"
With your permission granted (not that he cared for it that much), he took a second look at the chess board. This brief moment of scanning was of no use to him, admittedly - he knew what was wrong way before that.
"A pawn to b4? Quite unproductive, if you ask me."
"You just had to point that out." Completely devoid of witty remarks, you simply crossed your arms on your chest in meek retalliation. You pressed your lips tightly when they began to tremble.
For the first time during the game, his voice aquired a slightest hint of seriousness. As if a sudden bout of compassion had befallen him.
"Do you want to win that badly?" he tried to meet your gaze as he asked this question to gauge your honest reaction.
Who doesn't want to outsmart the Zeke Yeager? It'd be akin to David and Goliath situation, safe for the physical altercation followed by the lethal outcome. And this would certainly humble Zeke a bit, as he was known to get on your nerves, brandishing his intellectual exclusivity.
To your luck (or rather not), you were the only one vain enough to try and pull it off.
"Of course," you huffed under your breath. "But seeing as you bash me at every turn, there's no way."
This begrudgingly uttered confession returned the sly expression to Zeke's features — the one he's had for the duration of the game. The one that made you distrust his last question even more.
"Maybe I can help you to win this stupid little game," he began in an alluring tone, stroking his beard as if pondering his countless options of aiding you.
You, however, were not in the slightest bit amused nor intrigued.
"Really? Just like that?" your voice dripped with sarcasm, an eager response propmting him to finally reveal his real intentions.
There was no way for him change his mind all of the sudden. Zeke was never the one to go easy on you in all sorts of games - especially now as his imminent victory drew closer and he seemed to get a high at the expense of your frustration. What could possibly convince him to take pity on you now?
Turned out, you were not wrong in your suspicion.
"Of course not," his answer, as expected, didn't surprise you. "My assistance has a price."
You wanted to drop all of your defences and start giggling at the sight of his features dripping with triumph. His over-confident demeanor seemed almost childish sometimes.
"A price," you mocked, an amused smile tugged at your corners. He responded in kind, as if you both were in on the joke that was about to take place. "Ok, name it then."
if he's the one suggesting it, you'll go along with it. How bad can it be? Not that washing the dishes for the next week or taking charge of cooking would be all that burdensome - not that he does those chores regularly anyway.
Instead of responding verbally, Zeke gently tapped his finger against his cheek, as if directing your attention to the spot. Throughout the exchange, he held an unbroken eye contact with you, to see if you were watching him. But it was unnecessary. His gesture was all too familiar to you.
"You dick," you accused him, clearly unamused now. "No, no way."
He smiled at the way you violently shook your head no, turning away from the chess table in a plain refusal.
"C'mon, just a liiittle kiss," he reasoned (more like whined, really), "Not like you've never done this before."
As competitive as you were, this was something you couldn't bring yourself to do.
You wagged your finger at him, reinforcing the fact of your disapproval. "Not in this climate," you rebuked. "It's extortion."
"It's barter and quite fair one at that." Zeke remained relentless in his persuasion attempts, like he wasn't the one with the higher ground. "A kiss for a hint. And, if you uphold your part of the bargain, you'll be able to win."
The gall to assume that you'd agree to trade your affection in exchange for useful information even just once, not to mention multiple times all for the sake of a tainted victory. Did he really deem you this weak-willed? You'd give him no such satisfaction.
"Thanks but no thanks," you cut him off bluntly, directing all of your attention back to the chess board. "When I beat you in the game, I'd rather it be a clean victory."
When - it's if, rather but you couldn't afford to give up so easily.
Your refusal did nothing to upset him, though. As if nothing had happened, he returned his attention to the game, too.
"Your loss," he stated, pressing his lips to hide a grin as he made a move that he spent mere seconds thinking over but managed to tip the scale in his favor. "I win either way."
And you thought he had been merciless before that. Well, he was now. It is only after your refusal that he shed all the self-restraint and went into full obliteration mode. At this point it wasn't about winning for him anymore rather than stripping you off your valuable figures, completely ignoring openings for potential checkmates.
Much to your dismay — yet to his triumph — this tactic of his seemed to have worked as your despair grew from one loss of a piece to other, removing all logic from your play style. The already miniscule chance of deafeating him thawed with each of his devastating moves. It seemed as if he wouldn't stop until you had only the king left at your side.
You caved once you lost most of your pawns and each one of the paired pieces. Turned out, you were mistaken about your own moral compass and intellectual capabilities. Maybe the end does justify the means.
"Alright, fine," you exclaimed, getting increasingly exasperated. "Let it be your way."
Ready to abandon your dignity (not that there was much to begin with), you plopped your hands at the either side of the board to reach over to the opposite side of the table where Zeke was.
"But I'm gonna win, right?" You had to make sure before sealing the agreement with a kiss.
"Well, not anymore."
You suddenly stopped leaning forward, mere inches away from his face.
The glare you sent his way must've shot the sharpest and biggest of daggers since Zeke rushed to deliver an explanation at the sight of you. "You would have, if you had agreed sooner," almost analitical tone of his voice failed to soothe your frustration. "The best you can settle for now is stalemate."
A draw it is. Quite a good result, admittedly, especially from the game of chess with the Zeke Yeager. And you had only yourself to blame for stalling so much. You took a deep breath to compose yourself. Although the impulse was strong, Zeke did his best not to flaunt his favourable position over you. Even so much as a hint of non-verbal 'i told you' from his side and he would most certainly fall from your grace.
"Why do I love you again?" you whispered under your breath as you were about to press your lips against his cheek. You crinkled your nose as the stubble tickled your skin.
"I ask myself this time to time, too." he replied, sham embarassment dripping in his tone as he melted under the touch of your lips.
Suffice to say, you weren't capable of harboring anger for a long time, let alone towards Zeke. Who was he but an insufferable yet starved for affection man in your eyes?
At the tenth kiss mark it just got ridiculous, to the point when you couldn't suppress your laughter as you leaned over the table, risking to knock over the pieces on the board, time and time again for the exchange to take place. Your dignity right now was of little importance - Zeke would never stop reminding you of this day but you couldn't care less as long as you got that coveted result (even if it was achieved through less than fair means).
Your lips hurt by the time the stalemate was announced - something you weren't aware they could do.
All out of breath, you leaned back against your chair, taking in the piece configuration on the board that finally put the end of this back-and-forth 'barter'.
"I'm never playing chess with you ever again," you firmly stated, watching him rise up from the seat.
"What a pity," his voice failed to convey the sincerity to his statement as he began putting the pieces back into the board - not that he cared for the way you'd perceive him anyway. "Gotta think of other ways to lure the kisses out of you now."
"You could always ask for one, don't you know?"
"I know," he assured, "But it's more rewarding this way."
#i have no words i choose to blame my resurfaced obsession with chess for this#will i do the reiner one (the one i wrote a small dechire post about) who knows#aot#attack on titan#snk#shingeki no kyojin#zeke#zeke yeager#zeke jeager#zeke x reader#zeke x you#zeke oneshots#aot x reader
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hiii its ok if ur uncomfortable writing this, i completely understand, but could i get some headcanons for zeke comforting his s/o on their period?
OMGGGG MY FIRST ZEKE ASK AAAAHHH TYSM ANON 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
⚾ You're such a whiny brat when you're on your period. The problem is, that you're also very fucking cute when you're whiny.
⚾ I think he's gonna spoil you. He'll get you anything you need. You want chocolates? Sweets? Sudden weird cravings that he's gonna have to drive miles away to find? Yeah he doesn't mind, he'll get you anything you need CUZ YOU'RE ZEKE YEAGER'S GF and Zeke Yeager's gf should be treated like fucking royalty.
⚾ It's not really about you. It's mostly about his ego. Zeke Yeager's gf SHOULD be spoiled and treated like a princess. She should have EVERYTHING she wants whether that's expensive dresses or jewellery or cars and houses and idek what else.
⚾ And that AMPLIFIES when you're on your period. Honestly he has no idea how painful or tormenting a period can be, but he's THERE for you.
⚾ He'll cuddle you, and rub your belly when it gets too painful. He'll get you warm pads or water or chocolates — basically anything you need.
⚾ He's gonna let you rest a lot.
⚾ He absolutely loves how clingy you are.
⚾ He comes home from a long day at work and you're already on top of him AND HE LOVES IT.
⚾ He is a man who's been deprived of love ever since he was a little boy, so imagine how much he loves it when you're giving him all that love and affection just cuz you NEED him.
⚾ You need his arms around you. You need kisses on your lips, your face, your neck.
⚾ You need to whisper you love him in his ear, and the way you blush when you give him those sudden outbursts of affection has him completely whipped for you LMFAO
⚾ Zeke is not a man who easily bends to a woman's will, but he knows he loves you when he starts doing EVERYTHING you want.
⚾ You don't even have to ask, he just KNOWS u need cuddles, or food, or sweets, or attention, or whatever else.
⚾ He KNOWS you. He has learned you well. He's paid too much attention all the previous times (let's pretend you guys have been together for many many months now) and he's perfected his treatment to you when that time of the month comes.
⚾ PLUS I think he's got his own calendar where he keeps track of your period and he knows the schedule probably better than you do LMAO
⚾ Some random day he walks to you like "any back pains yet?" And you're like "huh?" And he's like "you're supposed to get your period tomorrow" and you're like WHAT
⚾ But hey lemme remind you that all of this applies to modern AU Zeke.
If we go into canon, I'll never finish this post LMFAO
Canon Zeke just... Isn't there LMFAO
Jk I wanna believe that Zeke, no matter the universe is a sweetheart to the people he loves.
Honestly, if canon Zeke had someone who loved him, he wouldn't go through the Euthanisation Plan in the first place.
OOHHH WHAT ABOUT PERIOD SEX????
Ok from this point forth, MINORS DNI OR IMMA WHOOP YOU
⚾ Ahem, Zeke is a nasty, sadistic little mf so he doesn't mind the mess and he'll def go down on you even if you're having your period.
⚾ Especially when he finds out that orgasms help with cramps.
⚾ And he just loves how sensitive you are when on your period
⚾ This sadistic mf will pull so many orgasms out of you, sitting there for hours. He's forcing your legs parted with his rough hands while he's sucking on your clit. Two fingers are pushed inside of you knuckle deep and he's nudging repeatedly against that spot that's making you see stars
⚾ And he just loves how your knees buckle weakly when you try to stand up after he's done with you.
"aw, sweetheart, did daddy go too hard on you?"
And you're cursing him beneath your breath and blushing hard but he picks you up in his arms before you know it and you yelp out at the sudden movement. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and he's looking down at you as if you're the most precious little thing.
He presses a kiss on your forehead and takes you to the bathroom. "I'll prepare us a bath,"
You're his precious, dumb little baby and of course he's gonna take care of you 🥺
#snk#aot#attack on titan#shingeki no kyojin#zeke jaeger#shingeki no kyojin zeke#attack on titan zeke#zeke yeager#zeke x reader#zeke jaeger smut#zeke yeager smut#zeke x y/n#zeke x oc#zeke x you#zeke yeager x you#zeke smut#zeke headcanons#zeke yeager x reader#zeke jaeger x reader#snk smut#aot smut#snk headcanons
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i want scummy zeke to make me his most precious and prized possession
#i want this man to be all need so i won’t ever have to look somewhere else#SO BAD!!!!!!!#he’s mean and manipulative but it doesn’t matter cause he makes me go dumb on his dick#୨୧ bambi talks ୨୧#zeke x you
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By chance
Zeke Yeager x Afab!Eldian!Reader
A/N: I HAVE YET TO SEE SOMETHING LIKE THIS SO I AM MAKING ONE MYSELF, EVEN IF ITS TRASH 👏👏💅
Warnings: Not smut (sorry folks) but there will be some language used, character death, and some triggering topics
Not proofread (LMAO)
Summary: After the wall Maria was breached, your younger brother left to join the Survey Corps, leaving you all alone to care for your farm. While out doing your daily rounds, you spot something odd in your horse stables.
You remember being evacuated from your home in the year 845 like it was yesterday. You remember the stampede of people that were desperate to get onto one of those boats. You remember the look in your parent’s eyes as they held you and your brother close. You remember not being able to find any of your friends after that, crying at your newfound loneliness. It all stuck with you in the form of a haunting memory that never allowed you to sleep. You had never seen such chaos before that damned day, and you grew to fear it.
You were only thirteen, and because of the immense trauma that you had suffered, you had become much more timid. The curious and eager little girl that your parents had raised was practically gone. Any and all contact with people terrified you, so avoided it at all costs. And while you were changing for the worse, your brother was changing for the better. He was becoming much braver, and grew to be courageous, which lead him to join the Survey Corps after your parents were killed in the “failed attempt to reclaim Wall Maria”. You knew what had really happened to them, but you couldn’t do shit about it, so you just say by yourself, quiet as can be.
Though things changed when you reached 17. You had received the news of your brother’s death. Apparently, he had been killed in action, never even making it past 14. And while it had been years since you had seen him last, it devastated you. It caused you to be even more introverted and wary of those around you. Your cautiousness eventually caused you to become extremely antsy, longing for a change of scenery, so you decided to go back to your house on the mountainside of the Shiganshina District. You had no real idea how you were going to pull it off, as that entire area was infested with titans and was in no way a proper living condition for a human being. You just wanted to go home so badly that it was eating you alive, and you were willing to do whatever it took to get there.
So you did just that. You managed to seduce a member of the Military Police with your shy behavior and convince him to take you where the Survey Corps stored all of their gear because you quote “liked risky business”, and there was nothing riskier than that. Like nothing. Once the two of you were alone, you knocked him out, grabbed odm gear (because it looked helpful) and a shotgun and made a run for it. After that, you lived on the outskirts of Wall Rose until you figured out how to work with your newly acquired gear.
There was nothing to stop you once you got there. No friends, no family, no lover. Not a thing. You felt free, like the pressure that you had felt behind Wall Rose was no more. And for the first time in four years, you smiled.
Since that day you have been living alone with your remaining farm animals, defending them against the occasional titan, and living without having to worry about any people causing you stress ever again. It was a life style that you thoroughly enjoyed, because it gave you everything that you had wanted since you were thirteen. It was almost like a dream come true.
Today was supposed to be just like every other. You were supposed to sit in silence as you placed a flower lightly onto your brother’s memorial after you cleaned the stables, telling him silently the events of your day thus far. But you never quite made it around to that.
When you had made it around to the stables, you noticed that something was off. You quickly went to grab your shotgun when you heard a grumbling noise come from the back of the barn. Thankfully, your horses weren’t too bothered by the oddness of this situation, or else there’d be a literal stampede.
As you got closer to the back of the barn, the quite grumbling grew closer. Anxiety overwhelmed you and before you knew it, you were being spoken to. Which was utterly terrifying being as you lived on this property alone. Plus, you hadn’t even spoken to another person in years.
“W-Who’s there?!” You whispered loudly, your shotgun in front of you as you stared intently at the pile of hay in front of you. Your voice was shaky and not as confident as you had hoped, which sucked for you because if things didn’t go smoothly, you might be killed.
The hay pile moved and a groan of pain emerged from it. “S-Shit,” you heard a man’s voice grumble. Then, a half naked man emerged from the pile of hay and looked you in the eyes. He warily eyed your shotgun with a lazy look in his eyes. You stared at him with surprise, eyes slowly trailing up his body until you made eye contact with him.
He was tall in stature and had a build similar to a professional baseball player in today’s time. He had a short, blond beard that lay on his chin like a wannabe blanket and had a pair of glasses sitting atop his nose.
God, how long had it been since you had seen a man? Since you had spoken to one?
Quickly, you aimed your shotgun at his bare chest, trying to cover the fear you felt, but he knew. He saw your shaky hands holding the weapon, he noticed your nervousness in his presence. And he knew that this would be the perfect opportunity for him to kill you and run for it, but something inside him told him not to out of curiosity.
You both stood there in silence, both secretly making game plans just in case the worse we’re to happen. You cleared your throat and attempted to put on a much more stern face before you spoke. “Who are you?”
With a chuckle, the man before you ran a hand through his hair. “Wouldn’t you like to kn- hey!” He glared at you when you shoved the shotgun into his chest, making you seem way more intimidating than before. “Ugh, call me Zeke.” He rolled his eyes, annoyed that someone of your kind was able to take control over him so easily. But he was curious to see what you would do, so he let it happen.
“Alright… Zeke, what are you doing here, and why are you… steamy…?” You spoke with confusion, using your shotgun to ensure the distance between you two. The blond shrugged his shoulders before putting his hands in his pockets.
“Aren’t you gonna give me your name too?” He mocked, bearing a shit-eating grin that could kill if caught off guard.
“Wouldn’t you like to know.” You scoffed, sneering as you motioned for him to leave the barn. Zeke took the hint and began to walk in front of you, allowing you to put the gun to his back and push him forward.
There was something about him that made you feel uncomfortable, like he needed to be watched or you’d lose your life. He was dangerous, but so far, he’d been acting carefree. Which made you nervous. No one was to be trusted, and it was terrifying how trustworthy he was trying to make himself seem. He was trying to get in your head, trying to get you second guessing him, but you weren’t about to let his mind games work. Because two can most definitely play at that game.
“Tell me about yourself, Mr. Zeke,” you broke the silence with the statement, making him stop and look at you with a half smile.
“Oh well, there’s not really too much too tell.” He started, dragging his sentence on lazily. “There are many things I could tell you, but I’m afraid that you wouldn’t understand. Now,” he paused, turning around with his hands raised in defeat. “Why are you out here living in a titan infested area?”
“Because I can,” you shrugged, lowering your weapon and continuing to walk towards your house. “Why are you all the way out here?”
“I’m just taking shelter is all, I was told the area was inhabited, so I apologize for setting up shop in your barn.” Zeke pushed up his glasses slowly, eyeing you as he walked. He watched you sit down on your porch, leaving yourself wide open. He saw this as an opportunity to knock you out and make a run for it, but just as he brought his hand around to hit you, you kicked his legs out from underneath him and kicked him upside the head.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing???” He could practically taste the bitter words that left your lips, his pale blue eyes staring deeply into yours with surprise. You harshly stomped the heel of your foot onto his chest, causing him to cough. “You’re the trespasser, not me. Now explain yourself before you give me a good reason to commit a felony.” Your sudden change in personality surprised him even more, Zeke had originally thought you to be a pushover, he didn’t expect you to be capable of self defense.
“W-Where the hell did you learn h-how to move like that?” He spat, gasping for air.
“None of your damn business.” You growled. You repeated the motion of stomping your foot down onto his chest, resulting in another, harsher coughing fit. “Get to explaining.”
“I-I can’t. It wo-wouldn’t make sense to someone like you,” Zeke was struggling to breathe, his hands wrapped around your ankle weakly, hoping to move you, but you didn’t budge.
“Someone like me?? What do you take me for?” You did it again, watching him scream silently at you, begging you to stop your torture. “Now spe-“
Within the blink of an eye, you were underneath him, his knees on either side of you and his hands around your wrists to prevent you from fighting back.
“Wow,” he sighed. “Farm girls am I right?” Zeke chuckled to himself before making eye contact with you once again. “If you really must know, I’m a monster. I’m a being you don’t want to be around, even if you think otherwise. Nothing good will come out of you interacting with me, so I suggest you let go of your big girl act and let me get out of here.” He got in real close to your face, making sure his words got through to you.
But you weren’t looking at him, you were staring at the large gash in his side that had yet to heal. How hadn’t either of you noticed it before?
“Let me take care of that,” you spoke quietly. His grip on your wrists loosened slightly, his gaze slowly meeting yours. You could tell by the look in his eyes that he would rather die than let you help him, but with a wound like that, he could die any minute. But you didn’t know that he would be fine, so it didn’t make a huge difference.
Zeke sighed and let you go, slowly getting up, only to be knocked down again, and then knocked out.
When Zeke awoke, he noticed that he was now bandaged, lying on a bed that was not his own. He was also tied to the bed posts with rope, because you weren’t taking your chances with a man you still don’t know that much about and it showed.
He looked around slowly, taking in the sight of the vast bedroom he was in. Zeke figured you lived alone given the area and all. Though he actually found it odd that someone around his age, who didn’t look to have any sort of experience in defense whatsoever, was able to live in a titan infested area and survive this long. He wanted to know more about you, but he suspected that you were going to be the one asking questions.
He heard the water running in another room, followed by calm humming. Zeke sat there and listening to your voice, staring at the ceiling aimlessly. He wondered if his colleagues knew what had happened, if they would soon arrive and rescue him so they could continue on their mission. Probably not. He sighed again, looking again at the ropes that restricted him to the bed and back to the doorframe. There, Zeke’s eyes found yours, giving you a slight scowl to let you know that he wasn’t going to be all sweet and agreeable.
He noticed that you were holding a damp rag, which must have been for his wound, since there were already stains of blood on it.
“Good morning,” you smirked, mocking him as you sat down beside the bed. “How was your nap?”
“Oh I don’t wanna hear it lady,” he spat. “Who would’ve thought that someone like you would be able to knock out someone of my size? Totally unexpected.” Zeke did his best to match your tone, but he couldn’t help the underlying frustration that painted itself onto his face. “Like honestly, give a warning next time.”
“Says the one who was hanging out in my barn,” you scoffed. You leaned over and untied his wrists and then handed him the damp towel. “I’ve decided that you’re not a problem if I can knock you out.” A small giggle escaped you as you watched his reaction turn from thankful to annoyed. “Oh come on I was just kidding.”
“Oh yeah and I’m Eren Yeager’s brother,” he rolled his eyes, placing the towel above his wound gently. Zeke looked back up at you, “So,” he spoke. “What’s a little girl like you doing out here by yourself? Doesn’t it get scary? With all the titans?”
You shrugged it off, looking out the window with a sigh. “I’ve been alone since my brother died when I was 17. My parents were killed in a failed attempt to regain Wall Maria, but it was really just a way to make the population smaller within wall Rose. I decided to come back home because human beings are assholes, and now I’m a wannabe titan slayer slash loner. I mean sometimes it can get frightening, but nothing is more frightening than what people are capable of doing in desperate times.” There was a dark look in your eyes as you spoke, all of the memories of your childhood flooding back to haunt you once again.
“Could you tell me about your brother?” Zeke questioned, curiosity shining bright in his eyes as he watched you intently.
“He was the sweetest little boy, and my god I loved him so fucking much. He was my best friend in the whole world.” You smiled fondly at his memory, turning back to face Zeke. “But he was killed while out on a mission when he was 14.” With a sigh, you fought back the tears that threatened to fall from your eyes. Now wasn’t the time.
“And yeah…” you smiled weakly. “That’s about it.”
“What was his name?” Zeke prodded.
Hesitant, you looked away again, avoiding his curious stare. “H-His name was- is, Marco. Marco Bodt. And he was eaten by a titan.” You turned your gaze to him harshly, a single tear sliding down your cheek. “Does that satisfy your curiosity?”
Zeke’s eyes widened in shock. What were the chances? Reiner and Bertholdt had told him about the incident, and how terrible they had felt, but damn. He had never expected that he would meet a family members of this… Marco. He felt guilt wash over him and immediately broke out into a cold sweat. What was he going to do? Should he tell you? No. That would hurt you even more. He stared blankly at you, at a total loss for words. He had always thought that your kind were devils, that’s how he was raised to think, after all. But now that he sees it in this light, maybe he’s the one in the wrong. There’s a slim chance of it being so, but he was still killing off human beings, with mothers, fathers, brothers, and sisters. They had families, and he was tearing them apart. Zeke had never thought about it quite like this, and now that the realization of what he had done had hit him, he couldn’t stop himself from shedding a tear for you.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered softly. “I can’t imagine what that feels like.”
“I try not to think to hard on it.” You said simply, standing up from your spot beside the bed. “He would’ve wanted me to continue living, so I do just that.” You brushed off your clothing and left the room.
Zeke slowly got up to follow you out to your porch. It was nighttime now, with the stars shining beautifully overhead like a thousand miniature lights. He sat down beside you carefully, leaning against a post to keep his balance.
“So what exactly is your name?” He fixed his glasses as he stared out at the horizon.
“Y/n.”
“Would you like to hear my story, Y/n?” He asked kindly, now meeting your curious stare.
“Sure.”
It was by chance that the two of you had met. An absolute coincidence. But maybe it was a good thing, because you were both able to provide an odd sense of comfort for one another. You both were able to talk freely, and it didn’t matter that Zeke was from Marley, wherever that was, and you from Paradis, you had found peace in him.
And that was enough for you.
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