#zeke yeager smut

[mrswint3rs]

Can you do a Zeke one?

𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 ᯐ

pairings- Professor! Zeke x Fem! Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And him in general.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“In…all aspects?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“ Give it to me, please.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s my girl.”

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[bruhstories]

in heat

summary: zeke works from home. pairing: zeke x fembodied!reader warnings & content: reader is tied up, bdsm dynamics if you squint, vaginal fingering, unprotected p in v (don't be silly wrap your willy), dirty talking, terms of endearment (love, sweetheart, honey) w/c: 1.3k

a/n: just a quickie with zeke, nothing more, nothing less. unedited as per usual

"You need to keep that filthy mouth of yours quiet, yeah?" Zeke picked up his phone and answered the call. "Oh, Mr. Magath, to what do I owe the pleasure?'

He spoke so casually, as if you didn't have your hands tied up behind your back, drooling over the ballgag in your mouth and Zeke's fingers deep in your cunt. After all, it was just a typical work from home day for him.

"The meeting went well. No, Galliard behaved, surprisingly." Zeke shrugged, although his boss couldn't see him. He dragged his thumb lazily up and down your clit, and you closed your eyes, bucking your hips against his hand.

This has been ongoing for the past twenty, twenty-five minutes. You weren’t exactly sure. It felt like more than that. All you wanted was for him to fuck you relentlessly, but Zeke enjoyed taking his time with you. It wasn't for your pleasure, but for his. He needed to see you wriggle and writhe under his touch, to know how much control he had over your body, to hear you beg for his cock.

Your body violently twitched on his desk when he practically ripped a growl from your throat with his skilled fingers. With wide eyes, you watched him frown, eyes fixed on yours.

"Mr. Magath, if you'll excuse me just a minute..." Zeke muted his phone. "What did I tell you? Well?" He asked, knowing full well that you couldn't reply back.

Instead, you tried to squeeze your thighs together in a futile attempt to stop him. He was on the phone with his boss, for fuck's sake. But Zeke paid Magath no mind, using his elbow to keep your legs spread open.

"Sorry, chief. Everything's fine, it's just my dog." He spoke, and you whined when he removed his fingers from your cunt, opting to let your blood boil. "She's been acting strange, lately. Think she might be in heat."

Zeke's words were cruel, but all they did was turn you on more. It was incredible how this man could admire and love you so much, yet he could also degrade you like you were dirt on his shoes. He knew exactly what buttons to push to switch you from respectable and clever to needy and hungry for his cock.

Your blood indeed boiled in your veins, because you were unable to get the much-desired friction that you ached for. Oh, and Zeke loved it. He loved watching your eyes fill to the brim with tears and your hips roll on his desk wanting more. He eventually indulged you, pinching one of your sensitive nipples before dragging his fingers down your abdomen.

"The reports are done, I have emailed them to Mr. Smith already." Zeke nonchalantly chatted with Magath while his index and middle finger brushed up and down your slit.

You were soaked, absolutely dying to feel him inside of you, but you knew he wouldn't give it to you just yet. When his fingers finally pushed past your slick folds, you arched your back and moaned, and Zeke's lips twitched in anger.

"I'm afraid I need to take the dog out, Mr. Magath. I'll let the files upload while I do that." He curled his fingers and you wanted to scream, tell him to hurry up and fuck you, but the damned ballgag stopped you from saying anything. Instead, all that came out of you was a series of guttural growls that echoed in Zeke's study.

"Oh, she's getting impatient. Have a nice day, chief." He hung up and tossed the phone on the sofa next to his desk.

Your eyes were filled with both tears of pleasure, and terror, because you knew how mean Zeke could be when you disobeyed him. He used his free hand to pull the ballgag out of your mouth and untie your arms, and a string of apologies spilled from your lips.

"Are you really that desperate for my cock that you couldn't wait five minutes?" His voice was low and threatening, and you shook your head.

"Sorry, 'm sorry-"

"Sorry isn't gonna help you, love." Zeke picked up the pace, thrusting his fingers deeper into your aching cunt, his other hand unbuckling his belt.

"Please fuck me, please, please!" You cried out, feeling your climax bubbling inside of you.

"Oh, I'll fuck you, alright. But first, you're gonna have to fuck yourself with my fingers. You need to earn my cock, sweetheart." He palmed the bulge in his trousers, a groan escaping his lips when he felt you clench around his fingers.

Shamelessly, you pushed your hips against his hand, trying your best to do as you were told. It would've helped ti have your hands untied so you could prop yourself against them, but nonetheless, you managed to come on his fingers, body shuddering from the ecstasy.

"Atta girl." Zeke removed his fingers from your sloppy cunt, giving your thigh a firm slap. "You did well." He said, unzipping his trousers.

"Wait, I can't-"

"You can, and you will." Zeke pulled his cock out, and your eyes darted to it, instinctively licking your lips when you saw it. "Weren’t you the one so desperate for me to fuck you?"

You said nothing, because he was right, so you spread your legs wider, earning a 'good girl' from him. Zeke dragged his cock up and down your slit, coating it in your slick before pushing it in. Even after so much time, you couldn't get used to the size of it, and you whimpered when he bottomed out.

"Fuck, you're so tight." He growled, eyes rolling back as you took him so well. Wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his back, you braced yourself for the feral thrusts, and Zeke delivered. He needed you just as much as you needed him, and he didn't hold back, fucking you with aggression and passion.

"Oh, God! Feels good, so-oh good!" You buried your face in the crook of his neck, taking in his scent. You hated the smell of cigarettes, but whenever you felt it on Zeke, you just couldn't help but be aroused.

"Yeah, you like that, don't you? Filthy little slut." His cock brushed over your cervix, buried so deep inside of you that your abdomen hurt.

It was painfully good, and you wouldn't have it any other way. You loved the dynamic you had, and you loved him. It was the perfect balance of love and hate.

"Zeke!" You cried out, feeling yourself close again. "Shit, I'm gonna cum!"

"Again? Aren't you desperate today?" He mocked you. "How pathetic."

"'m pathetic-" You choked on your words, mumbling incoherent sentences while he fucked you deeper and harder. "Gonna cum!"

"Go on, cum on my cock. Show me how much you love me."

"Love you, I love you, I lo-oh! Oh, fuck!" Your dignity left your body when you trembled in Zeke's arms, limbs quivering and your mind cloudy. You were certain you were going to faint from exhaustion.

Zeke slowly pulled out of you, cock still hard. But he wasn't about to fuck you to death, although he was sure you wanted that.

"Let's clean you up." He said and you shook your head.

"Need to... help you finish." You mumbled in your dazed state, but Zeke didn't listen.

"Honey, you're tired. You've already done so much today." He helped you down from his desk and untied your hands.

"What about you?"

"I've got hands, don't I?" Zeke chuckled, dragging you to the bathroom. "Come, I'll order us some food for dinner."

"Sushi?" You yawned, turning the tap on.

"Sushi." He checked the temperature to make sure you wouldn't faint in the shower.

"You know, if anyone saw how we have sex they'd think you're one of those shitty alpha male influencers." You laughed, getting in the shower.

"It's not my fault I've got a freaky girlfriend." He rolled his eyes. "Oh, speaking of." Zeke stripped and got in the shower with you, because the internet was so bad, he knew those files haven't uploaded yet. "Will you marry me? The ring's in my study, I got carried away-"

"Yes. Fuck yes."

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[blondeboyfriend]

𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐙𝐄 (𝟏𝟖+)

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈

[ PAIRING ] Zeke Yeager x f!reader [ AUTHOR'S NOTE ] This is my submission for @bastardblvd's Wet Hot Slimeball Summer Collab. My prompt was ☀️lifeguard☀️. Special thanks to the love of my life, @strawberrystepmom, for beta reading this. [ SYNOPSIS ] LOCAL LIFEGUARD LETS CUTE GIRL DROWN SO HE CAN PLAY THE HERO AND GET PUSSY [ WORD COUNT ] 1.8k [ CONTENT ] Modern AU, mostly written from Zeke's POV, no plot; no problem (jk there are problems), manipulation, dubcon, predator/prey vibes, lowkey somnophilia (y/n is barely conscious), oral sex (f receiving), public-ish sex, jerking off.

Zeke didn’t consider himself a bad guy. He was well-mannered, his politeness instilled in him by his late mother, and pretty nice if he put his mind to it. He was a hard worker and the first to jump into the water to save someone. His experience was unmatched, having been stationed at the same beach since he was a teenager, and his knowledge was unparalleled. His boss had even dubbed him the boy wonder…

No, Zeke wasn’t a bad guy…

He just did bad things…

Like letting pretty girls get themselves into trouble so he could rescue them from the big, bad ocean.

But who could blame him? Temptation was lurking around every corner. It was like a siren’s song, leading him astray and drowning him in inebriating waters. He simply couldn’t control himself sometimes. It’s not his fault he was bogged down by his carnal desires.

And it’s certainly not his fault that you came to the beach on a quiet Monday morning. He spotted you from the lifeguard tower, his eyes glued to you. You looked like an angel making your way across the sand, your white billowy cover up trailing behind you, caught in the gentle sea breeze. His cheeks grew warm as you unbuttoned it, revealing a matching white bikini underneath. It looked heavenly against your sun kissed skin.

Zeke knew he should tell you about the three rip currents plaguing the beach, but where was the fun in that? He opened the door to the tower and stepped down, watching you as you waded in the turbulent water. You looked so unaware of the danger surrounding you. All it would take would be one big wave to knock you down and then you’d be swept out to sea.

“Be careful,” he shouted through his megaphone. He needed to at least seem diligent.

You turned, your back facing the ocean, a rookie mistake.

“I will,” you hollered back.

He could barely hear you over the waves licking the shore. Thankfully he didn’t care. He was too caught up in the sneaker wave heading towards you. By the time you noticed it was too late, and the wave knocked you off your feet. You fell forward on your hands and knees, and tried to anchor yourself, but the water kept rushing in, gradually submerging you. As it began to recede the waves pulled you away from the shore and into the untamed ocean.

Zeke smirked. You didn’t seem too phased as you casually treaded water. He assumed you would have panicked and flailed around, wasting your precious energy. He couldn’t help but be a little disappointed. Your inconceivable skills decimated his plan. He exhaled deeply and debated pursuing you in a more socially acceptable manner. At this point it was the only way.

Contemplating such a thing made his mouth fill with saliva. He couldn’t bear the thought of attempting small talk or suggesting you two grab a drink. It was wholly against his nature.

And lucky for him he wouldn’t have to.

Another sneaker wave consumed you, leaving no trace of your existence. Grabbing his rescue board he made his way down the beach and into the water. When he pulled your limp body onto the board, you were sedated and calm. He always loved an easy rescue.

“So stupid,” you murmured.

He looked down at you, his eyes trained on your exposed breast. The chilled ocean water left your nipple erect. It practically demanded his attention.

“You’re fine,” he cooed. “The water’s deceptive today. Don’t beat yourself up.”

His tone was saccharine, terminal in its sweetness. He was amazed he was able to mask his hunger. Seeing you so defenseless made his cock throb. You weakly smiled and muttered a muted “thank you” before drifting away as Zeke took you back to shore.

“Let me take a look at you in the tower. I want to make sure you’re okay,” he said, lifting you up.

He didn’t give you a chance to protest, not that you would’ve been able to. You were hardly in a position to exercise your agency. All you could do was gaze up at him sleepily, worn out from your battle against the waves.

The inside of the lifeguard tower was cramped. Sand littered the floor. The hot air was thick with the smell of sunscreen and salt water. He sat you down in the lone chair and stared down at your exhausted body. He lifted your chin. Your dazed look made his heart race. He got down on his knees and extended one of your bent legs. His weathered hands were rough against the tender flesh of your thighs.

“Does anything hurt?” he asked even though he honestly didn’t care.

You shook your head.

“I’m going to check you for injuries anyway. Better to be safe than sorry,” he recited.

He caressed your limbs, taking in every inch of you. His hands wandered your body, his eyes consuming it. It was hard to believe such a stupendously lifeless angel was gracing his presence.

“How do you feel?”

“Like… I need to… sit down for… a while,” you mumbled.

Your eyelids were so heavy; you could barely keep them open. But overall you seemed in good enough shape. Zeke couldn’t have had better luck.

“I think I can manage that,” he said warmly as his cock continued to throb. “I need to keep an eye on you for a bit anyway.”

“No. Go and…. do—do your job. I’ll be okay here by”—you yawned—”myself.”

Zeke placed his hands on your hips, his grip tight and commanding.

“I’d be a pretty shitty lifeguard if I left you in here on your own,” he said. 

His grey eyes were dark with ache. You let out a weak laugh and wiped away the sand that had dusted your cheek. You mumbled an apology. He shushed you and hooked his fingers under your bikini bottoms. You exhaled sharply and he paused.

“What?” he asked playfully. “C’mon.”

Your face was adorned with a pathetic, little frown. It hardly deterred him, but he decided to play nice. He cupped your face with a calloused hand. His cock was chafing against his board shorts.

“Don’t you want to properly thank me for my efforts?” he asked, running his finger along your bottom lip.

You hesitated.

“I’ll make you feel so good,” he purred, sounding more inelegant than he would’ve preferred. He slipped two of his fingers into your mouth. “If anything I’m doing you a favor on top of saving your life.”

Your mouth was soft and warm. He wanted to fuck it.

“You deserve some comfort after everything you’ve been through,” he said, pressing down on your tongue.  His tone was slightly more urgent, more insistent. “Don’t deprive yourself.”

You did nothing in protest, entrusting him with your life once more. Seeing you surrender yourself did wonders for his ego and made his balls feel tight. Your steadfast silence was heavenly. He always preferred the quiet type.

He took his fingers out of your mouth, staring at your lips. He thought about kissing you, but that was too intimate. You were prey, nothing built to last. His eyes trailed down your body, lingering on your breasts. He untied your bikini top and watched as it fell unceremoniously to the floor.

He took your erect nipple between his lips and sucked. He wondered if you could feel his beard against your skin, and if you noticed how he kept his well-oiled and trim. You hummed as he swirled his tongue around your nipple. 

You sighed heavily and made a feeble attempt at curling your toes. It was so cute. He couldn’t help but whimper a little.

Your skin was salty, still dappled with water. The ocean’s cruel touch left your skin clammy. But it did little to deter him. He didn’t care if you were warm, he just cared if you had a heartbeat or not.

He pulled away from your breast and peeled off the rest of your bikini. He positioned himself between your thighs and buried his face in your cunt, his nose brushing up against your clit. Your scent was ambrosial and dizzying. He spread apart your folds with his tongue, savoring the taste of your arousal.

Zeke looked up at you, meeting your sleepy gaze. He swept his tongue along your cunt before slipping the tip inside. A small whimper fell from your lips. He did it again, relishing the sound of your voice.

“Yes…” you mumbled as he lapped at your folds.

He felt like his cock was going to burst. He pulled his cock out of his board shorts and palmed its aching tip. It was dewy with precum. He gripped the length of it and stroked. Euphoria enveloped him.

He sucked on your clit as your soft moans filled the lifeguard tower. He felt insatiable and couldn’t stand the thought of this moment ending. In a perfect world you would be his little pet, one he could consume at any time. The sweet taste of your arousal would always be within reach.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his gruff voice muffled by your cunt.

More precum dribbled from his tip and he began to rut against his fist. He showed neither himself nor you any mercy. He was relentless as he feasted on your cunt. You writhed in your seat, your body falling victim to the debauchery Zeke unleashed.

He made eye contact with you, his lustful gaze unwavering.

“Are you going to be a good girl and come all over my tongue?” he asked as he furiously jerked himself off.

“Uh-huh,” you said, placing your hand on the back of his head.

Your touch sent him over the edge. He knew he wouldn’t be able to keep it together, but he refused to come before you. He grabbed onto your hips and rolled his tongue against your clit, trying to ignore his swollen cock. He continued to hold your gaze.

“Oh my god,” you murmured, pushing his head deeper into your cunt.

Zeke struggled to ignore how sweet you sounded as your orgasm washed over you. The relief he felt once you finally stopped was immense. He stood up and tried in vain to wipe away some of your arousal that had soaked his beard.

His cock was heavy in his hand as he pulled on its length. He was so close, he could taste it. He felt like he was going to burst at any second. He watched as you shut your eyes and seemed to doze off. He couldn’t help but be a little heartbroken. You were supposed to be marveling at him and his beautiful cock. He snapped his fingers by your ear while he fucked his fist. 

“Look at me,” he growled.

Your eyes fluttered open and stared at him. His entire body was flooded with warmth as long, thick ropes of cum splattered against you. He couldn’t control his hearty moans as he watched it drip down your skin. You looked so confused, so lost, and it was exactly what he wanted.

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𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 — 𝐳𝐞𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫

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

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

𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 ∣ fxxk u by ga in

“I hate you.”

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

he’s rough with you, he always was.

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

“I— hate— you—“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

every damn time.

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

but being free of him was just as terrifying.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ( synopsis ) ugly duckling zeke yeager return to campus looking better than ever and he’s back dealing with his biggest academic rival that want what he has.

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — reader discretion is advised: female reader, female anatomy described, her/she pronouns, written with black reader in mind, college au, teacher assistant!zeke, grad student!reader, mean girl!reader, profanity, cumeating, mentions of alcohol drinking, academic rivals trope, zeke and his freakin’ daddy issues, hand job, spit usage, slight exhibitionism, they kinda do it at a party but it’s after the party, corruption kink (on both ends), tbh reader and zeke should just be happy and make out already, if i am 1 out of maybe 30 zeke simps i am okay with that, mentions of other aot characters, is this kinda self indulgent? yes, the marley men just have some flavor to them to me, entry for @poohbea 'once upon a collab' event, art credit

ANOTHER YEAR OF GRAD SCHOOL MEANT ANOTHER YEAR BEING AT THE TOP OF YOUR DEPARTMENT. You were in competition with yourself in academics, fashion, popularity, social status—you name it. You went from student body president during undergrad to the grad student that everyone could lean on when they needed something. That was until he returned to campus. The eldest son of infamous doctor Grisha Yeager—Zeke Yeager. He not only knocked you to number two in your department, but he also snatched your teacher assistant position right from you. Eventually, taking away that excellent bullet point on your resume. 

You felt frustrated that the opportunity even got snatched from your hands in the first place. Of course, the guy with the infamous doctor would get the position before you. You had to figure out how you could get back on top. You could torment him as you did during undergrad. No, that wouldn’t work. The way he was looking now—he wouldn’t fall for your tactic of inviting him out to drink and causing him to miss an exam. Maybe, cause a scandal within his family. His family does always seem to stay in the tabloids. No, that wouldn’t work. Their PR agent would have that buried before you could convince your professor to give you the teacher assistant position. 

“Are you going to this party tonight? Please don’t tell me you’re spending your Friday at home again,” Your friend asked as she tapped her manicured fingers on your kitchen top. “Everyone is going to be at this party, you know?” 

“Why would I want to be around drunk strangers? How does that benefit me at all?” You asked while letting your finger trace alongside the rim of your wine glass.

Your friend was here to convince you to come to this party just by her attire. You were sure she would be zooming to this party immediately after her poor attempt to get you to come out. You always told her not to let you rain on her parade. Go out and have fun; just be safe.

“What if I told you Eren Yeager is hosting it, and it’s at his family’s lovely home?” Your friend leaned over, smiling at you.

“I’m not interested in Eren Yeager. Do I look like one of those sophomores that easily let his man bun distract them on how much of a manwhore he is,” You sipped from your glass before you heard your friend drag out a sigh.

“If one brother is going to be there, obviously the other will be.” Your friend rolls her eyes at your obviously, not-smart thinking. “Perfect opportunity to talk to him to let you have the teacher assistant position. After all, it’s not like he will need it anyway. I’m sure daddy has a job lined up for both of his sons.” 

“I highly doubt he’ll be there. Doesn’t even seem like his scene,” You added. 

“You think he trusts his younger brother to throw a party in one of their family properties alone?”

You thought about it for a second. Hypothetically, this could be a perfect opportunity to convince him to step down from the position. Give him a couple of cups of alcohol and get to batting your eyelashes—this could work. 

“Fine, let me change into something else,” You finished your glass of wine before your friend could let out a squeal of excitement. 

You went into your room to freshen up and get changed. When you stepped out, your friend had some devious grin as her eyes flickered up and down to look at your outfit. “Let’s hope the outfit works in your favor.” She says as she places the wine glasses you guys used in the sink.

“Hope so.” The dress you wore wasn’t too fancy, but it was something that could have anyone doing a double look. You glanced in the full-body mirror in your living room—slowly leaning forward to apply a coat of clear lip gloss. 

The ride to the party was filled with rules; you and your friend always went over. If you were leaving with a guy, let the other know. If you hit your alcohol limit—it’s time to go. Don’t leave without the other without confirmation that you were; that was common sense. As you dawned closer to one of the biggest houses in the gated community, it seemed you could hear the music as you got closer and closer. When you entered the party, it was crowded, from people dancing in the living room to people littering the steps sitting, and talking. Your friend had seen one of her usual semester flings and instantly shot right towards them after letting you know that if you were ready to go—just find her. 

Now you were alone in a sea of people hoping you could clichely bump into the older Yeager sibling. You pushed your way through to find him yourself. Hoping he wasn’t indulging in flirting with someone 

You tried your hardest to avoid anybody that knew you. Each of them gets in the way of why you were here in the first place. You spent the past thirty minutes pretending to be interested in conversations until you eventually entered the kitchen to see the person you were searching for. There he stood up, scrunching up his face at the taste of the mixed drink his younger brother had made. 

“It’s not that bad,” Eren said as he sipped from the red solo cup.

“It’s horrible, but when does alcohol ever taste good?” Zeke questioned as he placed his empty solo cup on the counter.

“Exactly! Everyone is going to love this Yeager juice,” His brother responded before he poured more of the drink into two cups and made his way out of the kitchen. 

Zeke was all alone, sipping alcohol in the kitchen and chatting with his friends. You didn’t even know you caught yourself staring at him and how his biceps flexed in the tight black shirt he wore. Did he get hotter from the last time you saw him? His little internship in France surely must have done wonders for him. Wait, you weren’t here to drool over his attractiveness—focus. 

As you inched further to get something to drink, Zeke's eyes landed on you, and you watched his lips curve into a smirk before he met you near the counter you were near. You were glancing at all the alcohol choices they offered, pretending that you weren’t here for something else. 

“It’s funny that this will be where we bump into each other again.” Zeke interrupted your pretend task of searching for alcohol of your choosing. 

“Couldn’t turn down a Yeager party,” You shrug your shoulders while collecting a bottle and pouring some into the cup. “It was the talk of the campus. Everyone is here.”

“Would have thought you’ll ditch to do some project or something.” Zeke leaned against the counter that was next to you. His head tilts like an innocent puppy attempting to challenge its owner.

“You know me, any project or paper I must do is most likely done already. Come on; we didn’t play hot potato for the top of the class spot for nothing.” You sipped from your cup, peeking up at him. 

“Still the same overachiever, I see.” Zeke poured him some of the drink Eren had made. “Same girl that tormented me.”

“That’s what I’m here for. To apologize; we’ve matured now. I’ve matured now.” You placed your hand on your heart and gave him a sweet smile before that smile disappeared after hearing his snickers. 

“You’re funny; what do you want?” Zeke took another sip of his drink and poured more into his cup once more now that it was empty. 

Your lips gasp upon pretending to be offended. “I can’t just see how you been?” 

“When did you ever care?” Zeke backfired. “Before, during, or after you were the biggest manipulator during undergrad? 

“Okay, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for being a horrible person to you, Zeke.” You gave him a pout. “So please let me have that T.A. position you have.” 

The sound of his laughter caused your eye to twitch in annoyance. His eyes form tears as he hunches over to laugh. “You’re hilarious. I knew you wanted something, and the answer is no. For once, you couldn’t beat me or use some conniving way to beat me. Enjoy the rest of the party, Y/N.” He clinks his red solo cup with yours and talks to his friend Pieck who is searching the fridge for something. 

You inhaled sharply and exhaled slowly. Your nails dig into the palm of your hand before you turn to fill your cup up. You had to think of another way, but you needed to drink for now. You ventured around the property two times, searching for your friend. You had no luck but found yourself in the living room talking to your friend Reiner. You remember being lab partners with him; he was such a sweetheart. He didn’t know how to do the labs, but he was charming. You felt someone staring at you as you laughed at one of his jokes, you felt someone staring at you. To your shock, Zeke's eyes were staring at you as some random girl was talking his head off. You turned around after playfully rolling your eyes at him. 

Hours went by, and people headed home to sleep off the alcohol they consumed or head to the next party. Your friend had gone home with their semester fling after confirming with you that it was okay. You decided to stay back to continue to pester Zeke. He hasn't budged at all with giving you the teacher assistant position—and you weren’t giving up that easily. As you help, throw away the red solo cups that decorated the expensive marble counters. Zeke was collecting the empty alcohol bottles to toss in the recycle bin. The two of you silently cleaned up the kitchen as you could hear Eren and his friends drunkenly messing around in the living room. Zeke knew they weren’t doing any type of cleaning as they told him they were doing.

“You know…” Zeke broke the silence between the two of you. 

“You’re going to let me have the T.A. position?” You interjected as you tossed another cup in the trash. 

“No, but I find your eagerness—quite attractive,” He chuckles, dropping a whiskey bottle in the bin. He walks closely towards you, and you meet him halfway, dragging the black trash back with you. 

Just as you met in the middle of the kitchen where the counter was, he stared at you with his gray-colored eyes trying to read you. He wasn’t sure if you had changed or not since undergrad. “It’s quite comical that you even parted your lips to ask me after the hell you put me through during undergrad.” He grabs the empty red solo cup off the counter and grabs the black trash bag you had.

Being sure to let his fingertips brush against your hand as he takes the bag. He threw the cup in the trash before speaking again, “You were a horrible person. Kinda need you to beg a little more,” he reached by you to grab another liquor bottle.

“I apologized so many times. I don’t understand why you need the position so much.” You snatch the alcohol bottle out of his hand and place it on the counter. His need to ensure the kitchen was clean before his parents returned to their luxury trip distracted you from your goal. “Your daddy will help you find the perfect job when you graduate.” 

You watched as Zeke’s jaw clenched in annoyance, hearing your words. Your eyebrows scrunch together in confusion before your lips curve into a smirk. This was your opening. “Oh, that struck a nerve, huh?” Your head tilts as you watch those eyes darken.

You’ve seen that look countless times during undergrad, especially when you caused him to miss a final exam which helped you to have the highest GPA in your department. 

“That’s not true. I work very hard for the positions I have.” He glanced at you, and  now it was him with a devious smirk on his face. “Just like the T.A. position that you want.” 

“You leave for an internship in France for the summer and come back with some balls; that’s what’s fuckin’ comical, actually.” You suck your teeth before stepping back and hopping on the counter. 

You were growing frustrated with not getting what you wanted after years of getting what you wanted—which you didn’t have an infamous surname and an academic medical school building named after your father to do so. It was a bit insulting to you that he was dangling this position in front of you. 

“Don’t tell me you’re giving up already. It’s only one in the morning. You’ve tormented me longer than this.” Zeke went back to cleaning up. “I’m starting to think you may just want to be in my company or something. I must advise you; others wouldn’t mind being in my company and not being a pain in my ass.” He tossed a bag of opened chips in the trash.

“And yet, you’ve declined them all night just to let me pester you.” You muttered under your breath.

“And yet you spent this whole night pestering me, ignoring all the advances thrown at you. You really think Reiner cares about your fuckin’ marketing project?” Zeke backfired as he leaned against the counter opposite where you were sitting. He rubs at the thick blonde beard on his face in a mockingly thinking manner. “Starting to think you may like me.” 

“I would rather gouge my eyeballs out and take the least-rated Professor in our university than ever admit any attraction to you, Zeke Yeager.” You shrugged your shoulders at him, but you also noticed that he had stepped closer once again, not being afraid to invade your space.

You just were trying to figure out if you thought this was a good idea. The sexual tension was there. It was obviously there—you two wouldn’t be going back and forth like an intense tennis game if it wasn’t. You grabbed Zeke’s belt, tugging him closer to fill the gap between your thighs. 

“You’re still that ugly duckling in undergrad that I enjoyed sabotaging to be on top.” You attempted to push him, but his hand caught yours before eventually letting his lips crash upon yours. 

The taste of hard whiskey and Eren’s horrible mixed Yeager juice lingers on your tongue as you’re eagerly tracing it to get a taste of all the liquor Zeke consumed during the night. The scent of a freshly opened pack of cigarettes and a woodsy-scented cologne crawls up your nostrils to cause you to be even more intoxicated. Your grasp on his shirt as if he was going to blow up was a bit funny, considering you were insulting him all night. You wanted more; you needed more. The kiss broke apart, and you tried to utter another degrading thing. The short break from tasting each other allowed Zeke to remove his glasses and place them next to you on the counter—before his lips were back on yours. Shoving his tongue down your throat in a heated makeout session because he would rather have that than hear your nagging about him being undeserving of a position he has already. 

Your hand untangled from the cotton threads of his shirt to travel down to his pants to rub his hardened cock. The bulge was so noticeable you would have thought he was a virgin that just discovered an exclusive OnlyFans account. Zeke breaks the kiss again, his plush lips pecking soft subtle kisses on yours as if he didn’t want the kiss to end. Now those gray hues of his were softened—they didn’t look at you as if he hated your guts. But for pure hunger for you. 

“Want to go upstairs?” Zeke asked; he didn’t budge from towering over you as you were on the counter. He could hear the loud laughter of his younger brother and his friends playing another round of Never Have I Ever. 

You rubbed your lips together before shaking your head. “What’s the fun in that?” You questioned as your hands fiddled to undo his belt. “It’s a bit more exciting when you’re about to get caught by your brother, isn’t it?”

You never saw Zeke’s face turn red so quickly. His cheeks are stained a crimson color as you’re unbuttoning his pants. He watches as you bring your hand up to your mouth to spit it and soon dig into his boxers to massage the tip of his cock. You didn’t want to fully bring his cock out just in case someone walked in, so you brought him closer using the heel of your foot, and your hand slowly guided up and down his shaft. His head fell back in complete bliss as he was poorly attempting not to utter a moan. 

“If you think this is going to….” His body shutters when he feels the pad of your thumb brush against his plump mushroom-shaped tip. “—going to get me to step down from the teacher assistant position, you’re highly mistaken.” He finishes.

You leaned up to place a kiss on the corner of his lips. “At this point, is it really about the damn T.A. position?” You questioned as you continued to palm his cock. This time your hand is pushing his pants down just a bit to give yourself some more room. 

If anyone was to walk in, they could assume that the two of you were just making out—but really, Zeke was desperately thrusting forward for more friction as your hand squeezed around his cock. Broken groans trembled out of Zeke as he prompted his hand on the cabinet just a few inches from your head to hold himself up. “Shit, I’m going to cum.” He utters as your hand slides up and down his cock.  

“I’m going to stop that from happening,” Your teeth bite your lower lip as your hand palms at his thick cock. 

“Mhmm, okay.” Zeke leans in to kiss you again, but you’re quick to lean back teasingly. Continuing the urge to make sure he cums and becomes a bowl of putty right in front of you. 

You’ve adored seeing Zeke get tugged from the temporary bliss of passion. You could sense the heat from his skin and all the color rush to his face. Thick ropes of cum came out so quickly before you could spit out some witty comment. Your hand motions slowed to ensure that he experienced every emotion that came from the fact that you had him in the palm of your hand. Zeke’s chest heaved upward as he tried to regain his composure. His eyes watched as you removed your hands from his box just in time to hear footsteps behind Zeke. Eren walked into the kitchen to grab something from the fridge. 

“I didn’t know anyone else was here,” Eren said as he opened the bottle of water in his hand. His eyes were shot red from the weed he smoked, and he went through the many stages of cottonmouth.

The droplet of Zeke’s cum imprinted your fingertips, and you brought your fingers to your mouth to lick up the mess he made in your hand. He let out a shaky sigh before quickly fixing his bottoms to answer his brother. 

“She was just leaving,” He sighed.

 Eren’s thick brows raised at the sight he was seeing before he let out a laugh at his brother's words, “Sure, just be sure to wear protection. Our father finds out you knocked someone up—say goodbye to your cut of his will.” He gives a sly wave to you before he leaves the kitchen again. 

“I’m going to go get cleaned up, and when I return, I would love for you not to be here.” He admits as he steps back from the space in between your thighs. 

“Okay,” You didn’t bother to argue as you gave him an innocent smile. “No goodbye kiss,” Your teeth nibbled at your lower lip as you glanced up at him through your lashes.

“You’re a pain in my ass.” You heard Zeke utter. 

But he didn’t argue against your wishes; his large hands cupped your face so gently that you could only grasp his waist, not wanting to let go. When he finally pulled away, he let his eyes linger on you just a bit longer before escaping the kitchen. 

He would always be your ugly duckling that you enjoyed bothering—but this time, he wasn’t afraid to bother you right back. 

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am i wrong giving my all making you stay tonight

➥zeke x fem!reader

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

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

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

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

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

He is not to be trusted.

There's a deceit lacing his each word.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Be my wife."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Widowhood would suit you so good."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He is not to be trusted.

There's a deceit lacing his each word.

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

(phew)

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

[writingforcuteppl]

Sweet Revenge

PAIRING: Eren Yeager x Sister!Reader x Zeke Yeager

SUMMARY: Zeke has one mission and one mission only. Destroy Grisha just as he did with him and his mother. And what better way to do it than with his other two children.

GENRE: Smut.

WARNINGS: INCEST, manipulation, cursing.

WORD COUNT: 2.7k words

Zeke hated Grisha with his whole being. He hated how he treated him when he was a little kid. How he left him and his mother. Hated how he started a new family with another woman. How he acted like the perfect father when he was far from it. And also hated how perfect his two new children seemed to be.

Eren and Y/n Yeager. The wonder kids from Doctor Grisha Yeager. No one knew Grisha had another family before. Only his wife, Carla, was aware of it. That’s what Zeke thought after one time he bumped into Eren and Y/n. The pair only offered a quick “Sorry” and continued walking to wherever they were going.

Zeke wanted to ruin Grisha in the worst way possible. And he knew precisely how. He is going for not other than his beautiful children. As simple as that. He knew what he wanted to do was pretty fucked up, but in the end, it was what Grisha deserved, right?

Zeke saw you walking by yourself on your way home after going out with your friends. You were one street away from your house when he approached you with a friendly demeanor, trying to not scare you away. He started the conversation by introducing himself, saying how he is one of your dad’s patients and how he saw you one day at his clinic. You looked at him with surprised eyes. You don’t actually remember him at all since you usually help your dad whenever the clinic is packed with patients, but you have to admit, sometimes you can be distracted. So you just brushed off his comment. Maybe he was right. Zeke couldn’t believe how easy it was to trick you. You were gullible, and it was perfect for his plan.

The two of you continued to talk, well mostly it was Zeke complimenting how the dress you were wearing really suited you or how the pins on your hair matched your dress. And you smiled at him. You loved all his comments. You always received compliments from the people in your life, also from people on the street, and every time you heard them, you were thankful for them. They always made your day. Eren was the one who complimented and praised you the most.

After some time, you checked your phone and noticed you lost 30 minutes talking to Zeke, and you were supposed to arrive at your home 10 minutes ago. You told Zeke you were sorry, but you really needed to go home. He understood and said goodbye to you, but of course, he managed to get your phone. You waved goodbye and started to walk to your house.

Zeke was charmed by you. Those 30 minutes he spent talking to you helped him realize this plan of his was going to be perfect because he gets to corrupt sweet little you.

The days passed, and he managed to get closer to you. The two of you met outside your house or his house. He always sends you “good morning” messages every single day since you met him on your way home. Always wanting to talk to you about whatever you were doing and asking you about your family. Those were the most important conversations, and he understood something.

You were really close to Eren. You explained to him Eren was always there for you, always taking care of you, spoiling and praising you since you were his little sister. And you always manage to start talking about Eren in whatever conversation the two of you are having. You also said how much you love your parents, how they always took care of you and Eren, and how they make sure you have a happy life. Zeke was in disbelief because he knew better. Grisha was nothing like that when he was little.

The more you talked and spent time with Zeke, the more you started to fall for him. He made you feel appreciated in ways no one has ever, except for Eren, of course. You suppose that is what people call being in love, or at least that’s what Zeke told you. Whenever you saw Zeke’s name pop up on your screen, you felt your stomach bubble excitedly.

Your friends and family were happy to finally see you in love, except for Eren. Whoever was taking all your attention was starting to get on his nerves. Grisha took notice of Eren’s reaction when you mentioned you were talking to a guy you met a few weeks ago. Eren told Grisha he was just being overprotective of you since he’s your big brother. And no one will ever be enough for you.

Zeke always managed to be talking to you via messages, phone, or video calls. You were always with your phone in hand. And ready to meet him whenever he told you he wanted to see you. You slowly started to drift away from the people in your life. The only thing on your mind was Zeke. Zeke and the way he always complimented your outfit of the day. Zeke and his soft voice talking to you so you could sleep quicker. Zeke and his praises whenever he heard your sweet moans coming out while he was touching you, wanting to see your pretty face while you came. Zeke, Zeke, Zeke.

But your family wanted to meet this guy who had your head over the moon. Eren was against it. That guy was able to take all your attention, leaving nothing to him.

Zeke told you he was going to meet your family soon, but it was still not the time. You didn’t understand why he was trying to postpone it, but you really didn’t care. Being with Zeke was enough.

Three months into your relationship and you told him your parents were going to be out for two days, and Eren was going to be with his friends over those two days, so you had the house for yourself, and you didn’t want to be alone, so you invited him to come over. Who was he to deny something to you?

It was the last day you were going to be alone at your house. Eren was returning at noon and your parents in the evening, but you didn’t want Zeke to leave you. The past two days were like a honeymoon for the two of you. Zeke fucked you as he pleased. There was no one to bother with your moans and groans. Zeke felt he was in heaven whenever he was deep down inside your pussy. He really didn’t care if you were his half-sister. It was as if you were made just for him. Always taking him so well every time he wanted.

That day, when Eren returned to his house, he heard your whimpers and moans, combined with the sound of skin slapping. He stormed to your room and opened the door without any type of warning. The sight of you, with another man’s dick inside of you, made his blood boil.

Eren would’ve been lying if he said the sight of you being all cockdrunk didn’t affect him. He already has lost count of how many times he has made himself cum at the pure thought of fucking his little sister.

“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING TO HER?” Eren shouted at Zeke, and he only smirked.

“Fucking her senseless, can’t you see?” Zeke responded to him, and you saw Eren in the eyes for the first time.

“I’m sorry ‘Ren” Your eyes started to fill with tears. You didn’t want Eren to see you with another man. He was your brother, after all. And no good girl should be seen by her brother getting fucked by another man. You started to feel overwhelmed, and you didn’t know why. Was it the fact Zeke seemed to go harder on you the moment he saw Eren in the room? Maybe it was because you were embarrassed. After all, your brother found you fucking someone. Or maybe, just perhaps, the fact that your brother didn’t seem mad and looked like he was enjoying the view?

“Zeke, I’m gonna-” you managed to say, never stopping looking into Eren’s eyes.

“Go on, show your brother the big girl you are” Zeke felt you clench around his cock, and it almost made him cum too, almost.

Zeke looked at Eren, still standing at the entrance of your room. He could see Eren wanting to do something more. In this plan, he heavily relied on Eren’s feelings for you. He wouldn’t have made all of this if he knew Eren only saw you as his little sister. No. He knew damn well he needed a little push to break Eren’s composure. He knew it the moment he heard Eren and his friends one night at a bar talk about all the things Eren would do to you if you weren’t his sister. How he would be inside of you, fucking you day and night, fantasizing about how you would sound moaning his name. Zeke laid you down on your mattress and sat down at the edge of your bed, looking at Eren.

“So, are you gonna stand there and watch? C’mon, Eren, for someone who wants to fuck this little princess over here, you’re not doing much” Eren seemed to snap out of it after hearing Zeke’s words, and he made his way to you. He spread your legs so he could see your used cunt. He could see the mix of yours and Zeke’s juices spurting out of your tight hole, making him groan. You tried to close your legs since you didn’t want your brother to look at you directly at your pussy, but he was stronger. You felt one of Eren’s fingers slide up and enter your pussy, collecting the juices before they could entirely fall into your sheets. You whined. This is wrong. Your brother shouldn’t be touching you like this.

“Look at this mess. You just let any guy fuck you when I should be the only one doing it” Eren’s tongue licked your clit. He could taste you and Zeke at the same time. It was the most disgusting yet arousing thing he’s ever done. You whimpered. Eren couldn’t care less if he was also tasting Zeke. He wanted to keep hearing you make those sweet sounds that were coming out of your mouth. He started to suck your clit, sending waves of pleasure all over your body. The more he sucked, the louder your moans began to get. Each and one of your moans had an effect directly on Eren’s cock. He couldn’t wait to actually fuck you.

“Eren, please?” you didn’t know what you were asking. You didn’t know if you wanted him to stop or if you wanted him to go further with you. Eren looked up, staring directly into his eyes, and you whimpered. His gaze was so penetrating. He looked at you with pleading eyes, the exact look you had whenever you wanted to get something out of him. You grabbed him by his hair and yanked his head away from you, making him stop his ministrations to your clit. Eren looked as if he was drunk. His nose and mouth glistened with your cum and juice, and of course, Zeke’s too.

“Can you please…” For the first time since Eren started eating you out, you turned your gaze and looked, and Zeke nodded, showing he was ok with what you were going to ask. You returned your gaze to Eren. “Can you fuck me, please?” you looked at Eren with pleading eyes. Zeke was smiling. This definitely is going better than he expected. You heard Eren curse after hearing your words, but you were looking at Zeke. He looked different. As if he wasn’t mad, his girlfriend’s brother was going to fuck her at any moment. As if he wanted this just as much as you and Eren.

“You have no idea of how much I’ve been dying for those words to come out from this pretty mouth of yours. Fuck!” You were able to see that Eren was already half-naked undergarments were long forgotten on the floor of your bedroom. The tip of his dick was playing with your entrance, smearing the mix of his saliva and cum all over your pussy, lubricating himself so he could slither into you. Slowly, he entered you, and you both moaned in unison.

“Fuu- ‘Ren, it’s too big. It won’t fit.” you cried out. You felt Eren’s length stretch you out, and it felt like he was splitting you in half. You were able to hear the lewd sound coming from below you as he was going deeper into you, juices squirting out of you.

“I’ll make it fit, angel” Eren let out a groan after he felt your pussy clench around his shaft. “You’ve been just fucked, and you’re still so tight. Are you sure this boyfriend of yours is fucking you properly? Zeke growled at his comment, but you couldn’t care less. When he was finally all inside you, he whispered, “You know how many nights I’ve dreamt of this angel? How many times I’ve come while I hear your whines and whimpers coming out from your room in the middle of the night, wishing it was me, the one making you make those noises? Fuck you are taking me so well.” Eren gave you a sweet kiss on your forehead and continued fucking you. This wasn’t only a fuck of one night to Eren. No. Zeke could see the way Eren was holding your hands while he was fucking you, the way he showered your face with sweet kisses, and the way he was whispering how good of a girl you were for him, telling you how much he loved you. Basically, whispering sweet nothings to you. Zeke wasn’t going to admit it, but he was jealous. He was jealous because you didn’t react like that with him. Deep down, he knew this was only a side Eren would always have. Him and only him.

“Eren, can I cum, please?” you sobbed, too overwhelmed after the first orgasm you already had. Eren looked at your teary and pleading eyes. How could he say no to you? His sweet little angel, who is always so good to him.

“Cum all over my cock, princess” That was enough for you to trigger your orgasm. Eren came just right after you. Milking your insides with his seed. Eren felt he was in heaven. Maybe heaven is deep inside of your cunt, and he was missing out on it. “You’ve done so well, angel. Good girl,” Eren gave you a tender kiss on the lips. You were able to taste yourself and Zeke. It was weird but hot.

Eren could see your sleepy eyes starting to close. So the two of you cuddle on your bed. Slowly drifting away as you forgot Zeke was still in your room.

“Kids, we are home” Zeke heard Carla’s voice coming from the living room, and he smiled. Showtime. “Do you think they’re out?” She asked Grisha, who was slowly making his way to your room, to check if you were actually at home. He opened the door to your room and froze at the sight. You and Eren were naked and cuddled up. He wasn’t stupid. He knew exactly what happened.

“Interesting, am I right?” Zeke questioned in a mocking tone. Zeke was looking directly into Grisha’s eyes. “You know, you should pay more attention to your children. And you need to educate them on what’s wrong and right because this-” he pointed at you and Eren’s sleeping bodies “Is definitely wrong and illegal.”

“You did this, didn’t you?” Zeke chuckled.

“A little price you need to pay for what you did” Zeke stood up from your desk chair, grabbed the pack of cigs that was on your desk, and left your room. Grisha started to follow him, leaving behind whatever he was going to say to you for later.

Zeke was almost exiting the house when he turned around and said, “You ruined my life. Now we’re even.”

n a v i g a t i o n

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[jeanbie]

WAYS TO SAY I LOVE YOU #2 ★ masterlist.

pairing: zeke x reader

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

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

It’s different this time around.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“M’gonna cum,” he whispers. “Babe-”

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

Who is he to deny?

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

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

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

“CUT!”

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

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

Zeke nods, “sure thing.”

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

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

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

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

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[mulberrysilk]

Illicit Affairs | Z. Yeager

Zeke Yeager x f!reader

summary: an unspoken love hidden from others. An involvement with the Zeke Yeager was akin to a sweet dream. It was reckless and was bound to be tragic with what the Wonder Boy’s ambition will bring. Yet, every time, none dared to speak the three words that might change everything or nothing.

cw: canonverse. unprotected sex, hinted corruption kink, secret relationship. creampie, possessive Zeke Yeager, kinda angsty? praise, zeke calls reader good girl. Zeke is only soft to reader, okay i guess this fic is lowkey sweet but more so bittersweet

wc : 5.3k

a/n : it has been very long while and I'm mid away S4 part 2 of AOT but am now watching Bleach just cause. So here is a Zeke fic that's been sitting in my drafts for a long time with a lot of other drafts. I will also start posting some fics when I make an ao3 acc! Again, I'm sorry for being gone for a long time but I'll try to write more because I do miss it and I miss interacting with everyone here too.

Special thanks to @iwaasfairy for beta-reading this! ♥︎

That’s thing about illicit affairs  and clandestine meetings and longing stares

It’s born from just one single glance but it dies and it dies, and it dies

A million little times

“How about you?” The ravenette nodded at your direction, a gentle yet playful smile adorning her face. The sleepy and calm look in her eyes was ever present but now had a shimmer of curiosity. 

“What about me?” 

“Have you been seeing anyone?” Pieck’s grin widened, especially when you froze momentarily. All fell eyes on you now. 

You nervously laughed and played it off by pouring yourself another serving of wine. Little did you know, two pairs of eyes were curiously keen to know the answer, they stared at you with anticipation, and Pieck knew this. 

“Yeah, let me know, so I could beat him up. Give him a good scare,” Galliard smirked, clenching his fist and flexing his bicep to further his point. 

“You won’t have to scare anyone,” you interjected immediately but like being shot with an unexpected arrow to the back or as if being caught sneaking around to steal something, you tensed. The all too familiar burning stare made your skin prickle and your body shiver. Swallowing the lump in your throat and maintaining your composure, you continued. “There’s nobody.” 

To make it even more believable you offered your friends a smile.

The blond across you exhaled as if he held his breath. “If there was somebody, she would tell us. We don’t have to pry like this.” 

Pieck pursed her lips, eyes teasing and in disbelief. “Oh? Well, I’m just teasing her, Reiner.” 

You chuckled and reached to the back of your neck, your senses tingling from the knowing feeling of what it’s like to be in his presence. 

“Plus, people know better than to go after our Y/N.” Porco huffed, leaning back into the cushioned booth seat,  a strand of ashy blond hair falling from its slicked body. “We’re not letting some good for nothing idiot anywhere near her.”

“How protective of you, Pock.” Pieck mused, your ears not picking up a lot as your head buzzed with the effects of wine. “And do you think you’re not a good for nothing idiot?” 

He was here. You could feel him. As you stared into the glass, the still body of deep red reflected your face. 

“Hey, kid.” A hand gently squeezed your shoulder. The warm touch made you shudder as your teeth clenched. Don’t call me, kid. Something about that made your heart sink a little and yet his touch lingered as everyone acknowledged his appearance. 

“What’s Pieck tormenting you with this time?” He asked, voice void of sarcasm one would really think he was serious but that’s him. He says some things seriously with a humour he only understood. 

“I’m not tormenting her,” she giggled, glancing at you as Zeke causally stood behind you, not taking a seat in the booth you four were sat. “Just asking about our dear little crybaby’s love life.” 

“Oh?”

“There’s not much to tell because she claims she doesn’t have one.” 

His thumb gently drew circles on the back of your shoulder, your heart picking up at the gesture. You raised your gaze from the wine and up to him. His defined jaw and the sinews of his neck as he spoke were the first thing you gathered before moving to his lips, his cheekbones, his nose and his eyes.  You weren’t sure if it was the buzz of the wine getting to you, making you feel all soft and fuzzy but this was a face you had gazed upon many a night. Sometimes you wondered why he hid his handsome face with his golden beard. Not that you were complaining, oh no. The hair that framed his mouth and jaw added a kind of wisdom to him, it made his overall countenance even more unreadable. 

“How is she supposed to have one when you’ve got these two,” he tilted his head slightly to the direction of the two men sat across from you. “…Colt and even the kids, guarding her like a hawk?” Zeke jested. 

How indeed. 

“She could be having a secret love affair?” Pieck suggested with a sly smile, winking at your direction.

But all you could think about was how you disliked it when Zeke called you kid. 

Soft linen kissed the bare skin of your back and your head rested upon a cloud soft pillow. Your whole body tingled as if slowly being set aflame, sparks ignited with every single caress from callous yet gentle hands. The bitter taste of tobacco lingered on his pink lips that you’d never imagined to be this soft and yet there was a sweetness to them that you can’t quite place but you craved for more. 

His hands run down your sides and paused at your hips, giving them a gentle squeeze, feeling them as if checking that he was really touching you as his lips refused to leave yours. When they did he found himself wanting to kiss every part of you and he had the rest of the long night to do so. Your lips parted slightly with a soft gasp escaping when his lips, hot, kissed and suckled at the curve of your neck. Your legs shivered to close, wanting to rub against each other for some kind of friction but he was between them as he pinned you beneath him, worshipping you with every kiss and caressing you with adoration.

He felt the way your thighs tried to close, squeezing his waist gently. He couldn’t hold back the smirk that formed on his face as he continued to kiss you, bringing his knee up to your mound.

“Z-Zeke!” You had gasped, your hands gripping his shoulders squeezed him at the sudden pressure of where you began to ache.

“That’s a beautiful rendition of my name, sweetheart,” he murmured against your skin. “I’m looking forward to hearing more.” 

Zeke didn’t know what was awoken in him to even try with you. All he knew was he wanted you and that every time you had to leave after being with him and your shared friends, he’d rather go home with you than watch you go. He sought after you in ways he shouldn’t and believed he couldn’t care for. He didn’t know what exactly it was. Was it because his term with his Titan was ending? Maybe he just wanted to live a little? Let loose before he dies? He was too intoxicated by just you to even contemplate an answer, it’s even more difficult when he could feel your supple soft skin beneath his calloused tainted hands, hear your titillating breaths and feel warmth emanating from your body. 

It felt like a crime to be this close to you. To touch you. He couldn’t help but be audacious when he had seen you from across the room, seated by the bar and in  a conversation with Pieck. He had wondered what she had said to you that made you flush and bloom so prettily that the sudden idea of other parts of you being that same shade of flush crossed his mind. He could’ve stayed away. He should’ve. But when you caught him staring at you from afar and you held his gaze, he knew that something was lit aflame. 

Then it happened over and over again. Longing stares, a glint in his eye and a soft nod of your head and a smile to silently acknowledge him. Over and over til small talk became in depth conversations, til soft short touches lingered and became bolder. 

Till it all filled a chalice that was full and now was overflowing endlessly. All that so he could now feel your skin against his, your lips on his lips and be completely and utterly drunk on all of you. 

“T-take these off.” You huffed when you lied back down, annoyed with the fabrics that separated the two of you. 

“Impatient are we?” He grinned, leaning back to full height and kneeling between you. You rolled your eyes at the smug look on his face but when he discarded his blazer and his fingers worked the buttons of his shirt, you let out a deep breath. It was a shame that his clothes hid away such a toned frame, a body that was trained rigorously for years and one that harnessed a Titan. 

“You were the one who kissed me first,” you pointed out, still admiring his physique illuminated by moonlight. 

“I couldn’t hold myself back anymore.” He threw the shirt away before bringing his attention, not like he wasn’t before, back to you. There you laid on his bed, hair beautifully a mess, only in your shell satin slip,pliant and anticipating, looking up at him with those eyes of yours. He wished he could take a picture. 

“See. You’re the impatient one.” 

“Guilty as charged.” He surrendered easily to you and only you. 

Without wasting another precious moment, his lips claimed yours and he would claim it over and over again if he had to. You were sweet. Too sweet. Too much of a good thing that he shouldn’t ruin because God knows the sins he had committed. But at the end of the day, he was also a man. A temptation as promising and as beautiful as you was worth a bite. 

Zeke’s hands roamed the expanse of exposed skin, finding that he adored touching the skin of your thighs as he pushed the satin fabric higher and higher, enjoying the way your breath hitched when he caressed your inner thigh. 

“Have you ever had someone before?” He asked, grey eyes looking through long, pretty, dark golden lashes.

“Why?” You caught your lip between your teeth finding the question amusing as you hid your smirk. “Do you want me to say you’re the first?” 

His hands squeezed your thighs, his jaw tightening as he glared. “You’re teasing.” 

“Am I?” You ran your fingers through his blond hair, pushing it back to see his face. He looked agitated and antagonised, and the way he looked at you like this made you want to push his buttons more. Did it bother him if someone else did touch you? Was he a territorial kind of man? 

His thumbs dug into the flesh of your thighs. “Answer my question.” 

You kept his gaze and let your smile unfold, and he didn’t like that. But you looked so god damn beautiful, smiling down at him like that with your secrets and leaving him on the edge, wondering if you’ll indulge him with what you hid behind that confident expression.

“Why?” You weren’t letting up, your fingers untangling from his locks, his eyes followed  your hand and how it traced your collarbone then slowly down between the valley of your breasts. “You’re wondering if I’ve been touched here?” 

“Yes.” He replied, hands sliding up to grip your hips now. 

“No...and nowhere else.” 

Zeke muttered a swear and your smile remained, finding it amusing how the great Zeke Yeager, the Wonder Boy and War Chief, was acting. You’ve never seen him like this or even imagined him to be like this. 

“Good.” He spoke, moving up so that his face was levelled with yours, his frame caging you. “Because I would make sure you’ll forget whoever it  was.” 

“Didn’t know you were so possessive, War Chief.” You batted your lashes, leaning up to kiss the corner of his mouth.  “It’s a new look on you.” 

“You are a tease.” 

“A secret love affair?” Galliard scoffed as if the possibility of it was so far-fetched. He was in denial of it.

“Is that so hard to believe?” Pieck smirked knowingly at  Porco’s reaction. His annoyance was written all over his face at the thought of someone else getting to you first. “Well, is it?” 

The ravenette was met with silence and you gave your two male friends in front of you a sheepish smile. You weren’t going to say anything. You couldn’t. Not with how things were. 

Far away from peering eyes and gossiping lips, you were his. You knew that. He made sure you knew. It was hard to not remember when every time you two would meet, your skin would have evidence of your time together. His lips would kiss and brandish your skin with marks that would take days to fade and if they did, he’d make sure  to kiss and nip at you again. 

In the privacy of his apartment, he was yours in the way every woman dreamed a man could be. Dressed in his shirts that smelled like him, you’d wander the rooms, going through his collection of books and sometimes making the two of you meals. He freely doted on you and flirted, took care of you and was a different person with you. On the other hand, Zeke could watch you forever but he had never confessed that out loud. Watching you go about his home as if you lived there too, as if you and him were in a world where nothing constrained him, had glimpses of  a future cross his mind. Zeke reminded himself that they were nothing but fantasies. An impossible dream. 

You were his and he was yours, and yet at the table, or in public, you didn’t know what you two were supposed to be. 

“I’m going to call it a night.” You yawned, slowly getting up feeling your lover's hand slip down your back. His touch was gone briefly and you already missed it. What an idiotic, lovesick fool he’s made you. “We should do this again sometime.” 

“Definitely.” Reiner smiled your way and you returned it, unaware of how his expression softened to quiet adoration but a pair of steel grey eyes knew that look too well. 

“I’ll walk the lady home.” Zeke casually announced, not raising any alarms in anyone’s heads. Meanwhile, your heart skipped when he had said that. 

“Sure you won’t stay? You haven’t even sat down to drink?” Galliard asked, hoping he could take over the duty of walking you home. 

“Just saw you all from the window and decided to drop by. Can’t drink tonight, I have a meeting with the top brass tomorrow morning.” Zeke declined courteously, the younger warriors nodding in acknowledgement.

“There’s always next time.” Pieck chirped, not thinking much of how the blond helped you with your coat. Everyone knew how Zeke took care of you. It’s always been like that ever since you all were young. 

“Next round is on me.” He placed a couple of bills on the table, Porco cheering at the treat as you waved at them and excused yourself for the night, Zeke following you three steps behind.

The streets were empty at this hour, dim yellow lights lit the road with white blankets of fallen snow on the ground and that same white was sprinkled on the rooftops. You could feel his gaze on your back and smell the thick scent of tobacco from the cigarette between his lips. You wished he was closer but you didn’t ask for too much with all the unanswered questions of your relationship with him.

“Where’s your scarf?” He asked.

“Oh, I must’ve—,” 

He draped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you close, the intimacy and the sudden closeness catching you off guard. “You’re going to catch a cold if you keep forgetting.” 

“Mhm.” You nodded. That was all you could manage from your shock and fluster. He didn’t pull away after passing four street lamps, he continued to walk by your side as if he should be and as if this was an everyday occurrence, but to you it was so much more. You wished your heart could stop beating so fast so you could really cherish the moment.

“Yours or mine?” He asked when the two of you reached the cross section, his arm still pulling you close to his side, his warmth keeping you from shivering from the cold. 

“I thought you had a meeting with the top brass tomorrow…I don’t want to keep you up.” 

“Mhm, but you will.” He responded with a playful sing song voice all you could was shake your head and softly laugh. 

Your place wasn’t much compared to what he has as Marley’s Wonder Boy and War Chief, and yet when you least expected it he’d drop by, saying he was just passing and then you let him in for coffee or tea which always led to you and him tangled in the sheets. The same goes for his place, except there it felt more like home to you. Somewhere completely safe and guarded. 

“Yours.” You answered, leaning your head against him and he gently squeezed you tightly as a response before turning left, to the direction of his home. 

In the dim hallway, the keys rattled against each other as he unlocked the door, his half embrace around you gone for the time being. You rocked yourself on the balls and heels of your feet watching with butterflies in your tummy as he opened the door. Like a gentleman, he held it open and gestured for you to head in first. 

You shook your head, smiled, and stepped in. You looked around the apartment, very minimalist as always but homey in its own way. You removed your coat and folded it neatly to hang on the armchair. Plain white curtains, sand coloured sofa with matching cushions, a coffee table with books stacked on its surface as well as several folded newspapers from the days before and a crystal ashtray that had been your gift to him. 

The door clicked shut  and locked behind you, you exhaled feeling the comfort of his home wash over you. You turned to him. 

“Should I make coffee for the both—

You didn’t finish your offer as his lips on yours stopped you from doing so. His hands held your waist and pulled you against him. 

“No coffee, just you.” He managed to say in between kisses, his hands sliding down to the curve of your ass and even lower, a signal you knew all too well. You did as he asked, bouncing once so he could support you in wrapping your legs around his waist.  “Good girl.” He hummed with praise, before clashing his lips against yours again, easily carrying you to the direction of his bedroom. 

God, you loved hearing every praise that poured from those lips of his. 

Clothes came off quickly and were discarded along the way. His hands roamed the expanse of your body, caressing every curve and every spot that he had memorised would make you shiver in the sweet way you do. He knew your body and soul, and you’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t love him. It was hard not to, especially when you’re lying on your back, breathless from hot kisses and heavy petting, on the edge of anticipation, caged beneath his frame with his handsome face hovering inches away from yours. He’d always, even in the heat of every passionate moment, have a little pause as if just to look at you, to savour the moment. It never failed to make you blush. To be subject to his intense gaze laced with desire and something that you could not read. 

Why did it have to be Zeke Yeager? 

Little did you know, in his head, every time he gazed upon your flushed and glistening face, he wondered about how you could’ve been with Galliard or Reiner, any other man you wanted. The thought of anyone else looking upon you and touching you like this made his chest sizzle with green jealousy. He wanted you to be his and in this moment, when you’re lying beneath him, plush lips parted and waiting for more, he’s reminded that you were his. 

Zeke hissed softly, torn from his epiphany when he felt the softness of your fingers wrap around his length, gliding up and down gently. You lined his cock to your entrance, the man before you amused by your impatience. He could feel the dampness leaking from you on his hot tip and it took everything in him to not grab your hips and fuck you then and there. 

“Z-Zeke…” you whine, pouting up at him. “P-please?” 

“How badly do you need me?” He asked, sliding his length beneath your folds, a breathy moan leaving you as it brushed against your clit. 

“B-bad.” You managed to say, your hands resting on his back. “Please.” Your lips trembled with want, Zeke unable to maintain his composure. “I want you. Need to feel you.” You began to rock your hips against his length, trying to get some sort of relief from the searing ache he had caused. God, he loved it when you were like this. 

Obliging to your cute sweet begging, he entered you painfully and deliciously slow. The heat of your walls wrapped snugly around him, fluttering and tightening at the intrusion, making him groan softly against your forehead while you moaned at the sensation of being finally filled. Each and every time, the beginning was a spreading warmth of euphoria.

Zeke’s teeth gritted against each other and he swore as he bottomed out, remaining still to just feel you. His pelvis pressed against yours, soft moans fell from your lips at the sensation of him inside of you as if all your secret trysts hadn’t made you used to him. How were you able to make him feel like this? So desperate, hot and bothered, and insatiable for your touch and attention. A rough hand gripped your hip, while the other steadied him to prevent him from crushing you with his frame. 

“You gotta let me know if I can move, sweetheart.” There was a hint of tease in his voice but he needed your green light as always. The last thing he wanted was to hurt you. Your arms tugged him close, allowing you that comfort. He listened as you took a shaky breath, your hips wiggling to have a feel. A moan left you as you did, giving him the answer he needed. “I swear,” he muttered, his hands assisting your legs to wrap around his waist. “You’re gonna be the death of me.” He wished that could be true. 

Your heart skipped a beat at his words but that sweetness was overtaken with hot passionate need, when he rolled his hips, cock smoothly sliding between your walls. Your back arched into him, breasts pressing against his chest as you moaned and shuddered at the sensation. God, you needed more. 

“Good girl.” He kissed your cheek, thrusting and began to set a steady pace, all restraint leaving him with the way you tightened around him with the praise as his name fell so sweetly over and over from your lips.  

Shared soft moans and the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. The city outside was silent and the heat of your bodies fought off the cold bite of the winter breeze. Your nails sunk themselves in the skin of his back, the throbbing pleasure within your walls toe curling good. Zeke rather adored the marks your cute little claws would leave, he would always glance at them in the mirror post-sex when he has a chance before his regeneration makes it fade. 

If you had any sort of shame within you, you’d be embarrassed at how you panted and moaned for him. Your desire for him was painfully obvious. His hips rhythmically colliding against yours emitted obscene wet squelching, your cunt greedily welcoming his thick length as you felt every inch of him against your plush walls.

“You’re only this wet for me aren’t you?” He teased, his hand on your hip assisting your left leg to hook around his hips, allowing him to angle himself in the way that you liked that all you could do to respond to him was whine. “That’s it. Good girl.” The praise fell so enticingly smooth from his lips, his pace steady but fast. 

Pleasure bloomed through you, the tightening feeling in your core cooling tighter and tighter, close to snapping. The heat, his skin, his voice, everything. You wanted it. You wanted to be his forever. You wantonly begged for more, your nails carving crescent dents into his back as he rolled his hips over and over with burning lust. This was the closest you’ll ever be with him. The closest he’s going to allow you to be with him. 

“Fuck, I’m close.” Zeke grunted, hips not faltering from its pace and hands gripping your hips tighter. The blond chased his high, slamming his pelvis against yours, driving his cock into your plush pulsating walls and watching how you stared up at him with those lustful heavy lidded eyes. “You’re close too huh?” The sound of his voice made your walls tighten around him, Zeke groaning at the feeling. “Tell me what you want, sweetheart.” 

“You. Want you…make me come please.” You whined, brought closer to the edge when you felt one his hands leave your hip to splay itself over your lower belly, palm pressing against your skin and his thumb against your clit. You moaned out his name, your hips bucking at the added stimulation.

You didn’t have to tell Zeke twice. You were so good. So obedient. So sweet. So cute even like this, moaning and whining with pleasure, your breasts bouncing with every thrust and  the lips of your pussy split by his cock, walls hugging him so snugly. He can never get tired of this, of you. 

Zeke’s pace stuttered. Your walls squeezed him tighter and tighter, so close to your climax. Your voice was getting higher and louder too. His name fell from your lips like chants from a devoted worshipper begging their God to grant them their wishes. It boosted his ego as if it wasn’t already big enough, and he continued to rub circles on your clit, watching your lips part in a silent scream, your eyes shutting as you succumbed to your climax. 

No. He wanted you to look at him. 

The hand that remained on your hip, wrapped around your throat, your eyes fluttering open. Your brows furrowed as you huffed and panted, you looked up at him as if to ask what he was doing. His darkened unwavering gaze told you exactly what he wanted and your shoulders dropped, relaxing as the piling build up of your orgasm doubled. Zeke gently squeezed your pretty neck, surprised to feel your walls tighten around him. Did you like that? “C’mon, just keep looking at me, sweetheart. Let me see you.”

Your head was spinning from pleasure, your thoughts being nothing but how good his hot length moved inside of you and how you were tingling intensely with pleasure. The circular pattern when he massaged your clit quickened and the next thrust he gave kissed your g-spot so suddenly, the tightening coil within you snapped. 

Zeke groaned at the wetness that coated his cock as your walls spasmed around him, sucking him in he could only shallowly thrust, your legs wrapped tightly around him. He was so close, so damn close and  there it was. That drunken lustful look that haunted his dreams and appeared in every impure fantasy. His fingers left your throat, opting to cradle your face as he managed a couple more thrusts before completely forgetting himself, already lost the moment his skin kissed yours. 

You sucked in a deep breath, never breaking from his gaze and watching his eyes shut in bliss. His blond hair glistened in the dim room, strands stuck to his forehead gleaming with perspiration and his soft lips were parted ever so slightly, his face just completely relaxed and rapturous. You were so caught up in your own haze that you didn’t fully register the unfamiliar warmth that bloomed in your insides. 

Zeke doesn’t separate his hips from yours, he instead wrapped his arms around you, wanting to pepper your chest with kisses before nestling his forehead into the curve of your neck, still in his high. You wrap your own arms around him, your hand caressing the back of his head, running your fingers through his golden locks, just relishing this closeness. Your heart was in your throat, torn from saying the three words you don’t dare to say but would die to hear from him. 

The two of you stayed like that for awhile, your body already felt the fatigue catch up. As you slowly drifted to sleep, you could still feel Zeke lazily kiss along your neck. You fell asleep easily, remembering the sensation of his lips on each eyelid and him softly saying that he’ll take care of you before you fully passed out. 

Only then did Zeke slowly untangle himself from you, pausing when he realised his cock was still buried inside of you. “Fuck.” He cursed under his breath, pushing his hair back as he scolded himself for his mistake. It was careless of him. He couldn’t believe he lost  control like that.   Not letting himself lose composure and not wanting to wake you, not with how peacefully you slept, he slowly pulled out. His mind was blank as he stared bewildered at a sight that should’ve felt like a sharp slap  in the face, instead he felt hot to his core. Between your puffy lips, milky white leaked from your hole and unto the bed. He should be ashamed of himself… not like this. Gently with his thumb, he split your folds apart just watching as whatever of his seed overflowed from your full womb. God, why was that thought driving him mad? He could feel himself getting hard again at the sight. He had always, always, pulled out…finished on your skin, either your back, your ass, your tits, your stomach, your face. Never inside. It was against his creed. But fuck, he wanted to do it again. 

“Mhm…” you hummed in your sleep, shifting a little, fingers sleepily feeling the bed for the duvet. 

Zeke was snapped out of his trance, his eyes moved to your face, seeing you still in peace. The post sex glow lit your features and he’s reminded to go grab a towel and clean you up. Knelt again before you, he softly swiped the cloth along your inner thighs, his eyes drifting to your pussy stained with his cum. He should clean that up first.  

He didn’t know if he should apologise. He probably should. What he did was beyond careless. It was irresponsible. It’s against everything he fought for…and yet, that image of a happy family flashed his mind again. You, him and a babe in this apartment. He hasn’t got long so he shouldn’t even think about it. He should never think about it. 

“Zeke…” you murmured his name, eyes still shut, your hand heavily sliding itself on his side of the bed, brows furrowing ever so slightly at the emptiness. 

“I’m here, sweetheart.” He answered softly, resuming to clean up the mess he made. 

“Come…sleep…” 

“I’ll have a smoke first.” He gently dabbed the towel on your sensitive core, successfully having fought the curious urge to shove his cum back into your cunt with his fingers. What were you doing to him? 

“Okay…” your voice grew softer, turning to your side. Zeke covered your naked body with the duvet so that he's not tempted…

Out in the balcony with his trousers hanging low on his hips,  he inhaled deeply the fumes of the cigarette, finding comfort in the small little stick. What was he doing? He turned his thoughts over and over like pages in a book in search of pieces that would fit together to give him a solid conclusion.

In that ten minute smoke session he knew one thing for sure.

He was screwed.

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[jjkeremika]

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

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

here's what im thinking...

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

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

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

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

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

imperfectly.

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

obviously.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#zeke jaeger x reader #zeke yeager x fem!reader #zeke jaeger x fem!reader #zeke yeager x reader #zeke x reader #zeke x you #zeke yeager x you #zeke jaeger x you #jjkeremika #attack on titan zeke #aot zeke #aot zeke smut #zeke yeager smut #zeke jaeger smut #zeke’s hot #i said what i said #thank you for the ask anon <3 #i hope you enjoy!!

[justanobodywriter]

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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[nekomacheercaptain]

Daddy Issues

Am I attracted to Zeke? Not that much. However, am I attracted to his daddy issues? Extremely. And I am very much attracted to Reiner and I'm sure he would cum in his pants if someone called him daddy. So why not bring them both together to exploit those daddy kinks? This is for all my fellow readers with raging daddy issues <3

Reiner eats you out, not knowing a certain commander is outside listening to everything... threesome ensues...

Word count: 3,8K

Content: daddy kink, dom! Zeke, dom! Reiner, sub! reader, female reader, afab reader, pussy slapping, choking, praise kink, rough sex, oral sex, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, threesome, creampie, dirty-talk, use of "princess" "slut" and "good girl", double penetration

Eager thumbs spread your slick folds, exposing your dripping entrance waiting to be touched, waiting to be filled, by him. Your whimpers, those small pathetic moans that revealed just how much he had you wrapped around his finger, caused by his tongue as he licked up a thick stripe along your folds, ending with a kiss on your sensitive bud, legs shaking around his head, making him chuckle.

“Always so sensitive, baby,” he hummed against your pussy before his tongue gently massaged your folds, happily lapping up your juices, your taste one he could never get enough of. The lewd wet squelching of your cunt made his conviction to please you even stronger, after all, his favorite activity was to prepare you to take his cock. Especially with angelic moans and whimpers that met his ears, how could he not want to devour you every second of the day he was allowed?

One of his hands reached your breast, his soft touch kneading your doughy flesh as his fingers flicked and teased your nipple, making you gasp and grasp his forearm with a weak grip, as your other hand gripped his blond hair. 

“Reiner, please,” your whimper made him groan against your pussy, vibrations sent waves of pleasure all over your body, and he adored how your face couldn’t hide how good you felt; eyes screwed shut, brows furrowed together in pleasure, along with a slack jaw and mouth forming a perfect “o”, just as he loved to see you. Just as you were meant to be. While still tenderly massaging your breast, his freehand allowed one of his fingers to tease your entrance, loving how the grip in his hair tightened, yearning him on, along with a moan of his name rolling off your tongue. He couldn’t help but get a little selfish, and the warmth of his mouth left your core, the tip of his finger entering you, a small gasp leaving your mouth.

“Tell me what you want, baby,” his low, silky voice held nothing but adoration as his deep hazel eyes gazed into yours, “and I’ll give it to you”.

You felt your walls clamp around nothing but the tiniest bit off his finger he had given you as you looked at how your juices covered the beard on his chin and cheeks, a small smile meeting you.

“I want you, Reiner,” your breath puffy due to his previous ministrations.

“Hm, is that my name, princess?” he bit the flesh of your inner thigh, sure to leave a mark, making you yelp.

“Shit, no, I want you, daddy, please,” you whimpered at him, his eyes darkening.

He growled at the title you not so long ago had accidentally called him when his cock was fucking deep and hard into you, and he had craved to be called intimately ever since. His finger plunged inside of you, and you called out for him, his pants growing excruciatingly tight.

“That’s right, baby, daddy’s gonna make you feel so good,” he ended his promise by attaching his lips to your clit in a kiss, before his tongue continued lapping at your soaking cunt, and his finger curved inside you, searching for the spot that he knew would make you see stars. As your head flew backwards against the pillow, Reiner added a second finger, your walls struggling to accommodate him, making you groan in pleasure at the sweet stretch you had gotten used to. 

The blond wouldn’t be satisfied until he had you crying and shaking in pleasure, and therefore added a third finger when the other two slid easily in and out of you, knowing you still weren’t ready for him. The stretch of his third finger had you grasping the sheets with one hand, while the other was threatening to pull his hair out, your words incoherent as he had set a slow, but deep pace, managing to exploit all the sweet spots he knew so well inside of your body, while his mouth and tongue exploited all the external places he knew would send you to paradise. His thumb and finger tweaked and pinched your perky nipple until it became sore, ignoring your cries, set on making you scream for him. With all the sensations your boyfriend provided you, it didn’t take long until an explosion of pleasure erupted inside of your core, your walls spasming around his fingers, your legs shaking around his head and screaming out his honorary title, not shy of anyone that could be lingering around.

“My good girl, let them know who’s making you feel good,” Reiner praised into your cunt, the added vibrations making your hips rise softly from the bed, as you were busy seeing stars and not ready to come down from your high yet.

He gradually stopped his ministrations when he felt the death grip in his hair lessen. You sighed when his tongue and fingers left your drenched cunt, your juices covering him, and you felt slightly embarrassed at the mess you caused.

“You taste so delicious, princess,” he purred before licking his fingers clean, making your eyes widen, before making you suck on his fingers, coated in his spit and your own juices.

“Daddy, huh?” a dark voice chimed in from the door, and Reiner instinctively covered your body with his own, “didn’t know the two of you were freaky like that,” a puff of smoke entered the room, before the one that interrupted your session closed the door behind them, a smug smile on his lips as he raised his brow at you.

“Com-commander!!” you yelped out, happy that Reiner was a broad man and covered you completely, as you stared at your commander in horror over Reiner’s shoulder, embarrassed that none of you had heard the door open.

“You sound shocked that someone heard you moaning for your daddy,” Zeke stated before smoking the rest of his cigarette, a small hint of playfulness in his voice, “you know it’s not exactly soundproof here,” he smirked at your horrified expression while knocking on the wall beside him.

Reiner’s warm hands stroked your cheek and arm, trying to comfort you before he looked over his shoulder and sighed, “you want something?”.

Zeke stumped his cigarette under his boot on the floor before smiling at you, “Do you mind sharing your girlfriend?”.

Zeke’s hands played with your breasts while his lips fixated on your neck, hips grinding into yours leaving you a whiny mess as he refused to give you what you wanted, teasing your throbbing cunt with slow drags of his cock through your folds. With arrogant expertise, your commander grazed your, due to Reiner’s previous worship, overly sensitive clit with just enough pressure to have your legs shaking with the underside of his cock, and he had to break away from your neck to take in the sight of his needy little subordinate beneath him.

“Such a whiny little thing, is she always like this?” Zeke muttered loud enough for your boyfriend to hear, who was stationed in a chair beside the bed by your commander. His breath hitched when you looked at him with pleading eyes, knowing you were at your limit.

“Yes, she is, uhm, very sensitive, so I don’t tease her that much…” he answered awkwardly, but realized he shouldn’t have given that information by the way Zeke’s motions froze and smirked down at you, his hand grabbing your face, forcing you to look up at him.

“Don’t like being teased, hm? Wonder how far I can go before you’re begging me to fuck you,” his words left you whimpering, and you felt yourself clench around nothing.

He sat on his knees with your legs draped over his thighs and hip, elevating your own hips, while his right hand trailed up your thigh, feeling goosebumps rise under his touch. When his calloused hand reached your cunt, his thumb experimentally brushed over your clit, and he revelled in the pathetic gasp you exhaled, covering your face with your hands in embarrassment.

This made him slap your clit, your hips jerking up from the impact, and you looked at him in shock.

“Did I give you permission to hide your face, princess?” his eyes were dark as they looked into yours, and you shook your head.

“Tsk. Use your words,” his other hand now cupped your cheek harshly, making you unable to look anywhere but at him.

“N-no,” you gulped, and his hand slapped your pussy once again, this time harder, making you yelp.

“No, what?”

“No, daddy,” your hands gripped his forearm as his hand wrapped loosely around your neck, and he gave you a playful smile.

“Good girl,” his praise had warmth pooling down your body, and you moaned silently as two fingers plunged inside your soaking count, sucking him in, as his thumb circled your clit.

Reiner watched your eyes grow glossy as they looked up at your commander while lewd squelching from fingers fucking your pussy filled the room, along with your sounds of pleasure. Zeke added another two fingers, feeling that delicious stretch around him, and he could only imagine how you would feel once it was his cock stretching your pussy. You felt your breath restricting, a lightheaded sensation blurring your vision slightly, realizing he tightened the hold around your neck. What you didn’t expect was the other sensations heightening, your orgasm suddenly a lot closer than before, the string inside your body tightening exponentially, leaving you a gasping and moaning mess beneath your commander who was wearing a sadistic grin.

“You haven’t choked her before, Braun?” Zeke chuckled upon seeing how easy it was to get a reaction out of you, how easy it was to put you into submission.

Reiner’s eyes were wide as he watched his commander treating his sweet and kind girlfriend in such a rough way - even more shocked at how much you enjoyed it. He saw how your eyes were rolling to the back of your head, your mouth drooling and hanging in a lazy smile, your brows scrunched up in pleasure. An absolutely pornographic display he had never seen of you before. The difference in Reiner’s and Zeke’s domination was big, Zeke clearly being a lot rougher than Reiner. But he couldn’t help but get aroused by looking at you being handled in such an unsoft way, taking a mental image of what had your legs spasming around your commander’s hips.

The lack of Reiner’s response made Zeke chuckle, “Take notes then, you have to do it right, especially on this one that can’t regenerate her injuries,” he said while his fingers only increased their speed inside you, and he felt your walls clench around him uncontrollably, anticipating your release soon.

“Come here,” Zeke ordered, and Reiner obeyed, awkwardly placing himself where Zeke wanted. Suddenly you had free reign over your breathing again, and Reiner stroked your hair as he saw your hazy eyes look at him, a happy, yet tired, smile on your face.

“Place your hand around her neck, and make sure to have your thumb pressing in on one side, and the fingers on the other - not the front,” Zeke explained and Reiner followed, carefully placing his fingers and thumb where Zeke told him to, before lightly squeezing the sides of your throat, until he heard you gasp and completely released his grasp in fear of having hurt you.

“Oh fuck, baby, I’m so sorry-”

“No no, that felt good!” you managed to whine out through heavy breaths before Zeke could say anything, and Reiner looked at you dumbfounded. Zeke only scoffed, but was entertained by Reiner’s concern. Reiner nervously placed his hand around your neck again, squeezing softly, and you sighed happily before Zeke fucked his fingers roughly into you, making you shut your eyes in pleasure and throw your head back, the string inside of your body threatening to snap.

“Oh daddy, yes! Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” you moaned out breathlessly, desperate for the sweet release you knew were just strokes away, tears filling your eyes in anticipation. Just as your hips rose to accept it, you were empty. You opened your eyes to see Zeke staring down at you, his fingers covered and dripping with your slick.

“No, please, please, I was so close,” you whined desperately through your clouded lust, but Zeke forced his fingers down your throat making you lick off your own remains.

“Beg for it, like the little slut you are,” his fingers left your mouth with a pop, his thumb stroking your lower lip, drool falling down your chin.

“Please, daddy, fuck me, please let me cum,” but the tears threatening to spill from your eyes and your words weren’t convincing enough. 

“Choke her harder,” Zeke commanded as his hungry eyes were fixated on you, while Reiner’s hand squeezed tighter around your throat, bringing back the lightheadedness, “I know you can do better than that, princess, come on”.

“I-I want your cock, daddy,” you started, smiling lazily due the lack of oxygen to your brain, “I need your cock inside of me, daddy, please,” and your whining had him buckling his belt before pulling his pants and boxers down to his knees, his t-shirt thrown onto the floor.

His cock hung proudly over your pussy, and you purred when he pumped himself slowly, drooling at his size. By no means was he larger than Reiner, who no one could compete with in means of girth, but his cock was long and thick nonetheless, sure to give you pure bliss.

“Now that’s a good girl~ ready for your reward?” he searched your face for any traces of regret, and when you nodded eagerly along with raising your hips in hope to reach him, he chuckled. When he lined up his cock with your entrance, a sharp inhale escaped you before he slammed the entirety of his cock inside of you, making you scream silently, throwing your head backwards, your hands clutching the sheets beneath them so hard threatening to create rifts.

“Fuck,” a small, broken moan left his lips, and he shut his eyes closed, feeling your tight, velvety walls stretch around him, “she feels so fucking good,” and to this Reiner hummed in agreement, looking down at your blissful face, your eyes cloudy from all the sensations bestowed upon you.

“Baby, is it alright if I get a bit selfish?” Reiner’s hand left your throat and went to cup your cheek, his thumb stroking softly over your skin, feeling how hot and sweaty you were getting, “Can you suck daddy’s cock, or would that be too much for you?”.

In the middle of your answer, Zeke slowly withdrew his hips, before slowly impaling you again, making you mewl in pleasure.

“Not gonna answer him, hm? Tsk, what a naughty girl,” Zeke teased down at you, smirking after seeing just how sensitive you truly were. Oh what had he missed out on?

You only nodded, staring at Reiner’s kind eyes, knowing he would never hurt you. He smiled softly at you after seeing your response.

“Thank you, baby,” he bent down to place a kiss on your forehead while the sounds of him unbuckling his belt and pulling down his pants filled the quiet air. His warm lips left your forehead, and met your own pair in a quick kiss full of love before he straightened up, looking down at your body spread out on the bed for another man. But the look you gave him held all the reassurance he needed.

Seeing his half-hard cock against his abdomen always, no matter how many times you had already seen it, sent pools of warmth down to your core. His protruding veins decorating his girthy length were always a highlight of his pleasure, making his legs shake whenever the tip of your tongue licked over them with just the right amount of pressure. Your drooling was cut short by Zeke’s scoff, followed by a chuckle.

“Jesus, Braun, now I owe Galliard.”

“What-”

“Don’t worry ‘bout it,” Zeke interrupted Reiner in his confusion, and turned his attention back to you, feeling himself softening inside of your pooling cunt, “let’s get back to this one, hm? Can’t wait to see her filled from both ends~”

Reiner’s hand moved to support the back of your head, as well as lifting it to make the angle more comfortable for you, while his other pumped his cock a few times before lining it up to your mouth, where your tongue was obediently waiting, making both of the men groan at the sight. The tip of Reiner’s cock was heavy on your tongue, and you were glad you had accumulated spit in your mouth, knowing well how whatever you did with your boyfriend, it had to be wet as hell.

“You always look so good like this, baby, so beautiful,” Reiner whispered as you felt Zeke starting a slow rhythm, causing you to whimper against your boyfriend’s cock.

“And you always take daddy’s cock so well,” he pushed himself further into your mouth seeing your lips stretch around him, groaning at the warm, wet cavity that he had trained so well.

“She sure does, she’s got the best pussy I’ve ever felt,” Zeke’s rhythm quickened, his cock deliciously enveloped by your walls, creating more slick he can fuck you easier with, “and she’s being such a good girl~”.

The praise, as he anticipated, caused your walls to clench around him and for you to whimper around Reiner’s cock, the vibrations making him groan above you. As Zeke gripped your thighs for better leverage and deeper penetration, Reiner allowed his cock further down your throat, revelling in the gags and chokes caused by your struggle to accommodate him, as well as the muffled surprised moan that reverberated around his cock at Zeke’s thrusts.

Each thrust brought you closer to the release you were denied just a few moments ago, feeling the string inside of your core tightening again, your legs shaking each time Zeke bottomed out inside of you, kissing your sweet spot with the tip of his cock. Reiner noticed the glaze and tears in your eyes as you looked up at him, your brows furrowed together as small moans and whimpers were mixed with the sound of your gags and gurgles caused by his cock down your throat. You stared at him between his pecs, while feeling Zeke fuck you like it was the last time he ever touched a woman; his deep groans sending shivers down your spine. A lewd mix of sounds from all three of you bounced off the walls, the loudest ones created from Zeke’s slick covered cock fucking into your squelching pussy, which was dripping with your arousal. The sound of Zeke’s heavy balls slapping against your ass dominated the room too, and when his fingers found your clit, the absolutely nasty, slick sound of him rubbing it desperately made you moan his name, urging him on further.

“Shit, you’re the perfect little slut, just fucking look at you, absolutely filthy,” you could feel Zeke’s intense gaze on you as your boyfriend’s cock was lazily fucking your throat, “you’re close, hm? Wanna come on daddy’s cock?” the smirk in his voice was obvious, even through his heavy breaths. You tried nodding as well as you could, and his thrusts became hard and deep, and the fingers on your clit became softer, a perfect contrast to welcome your orgasm. The moaning mess you suddenly had become was too much for Reiner, who left the warm comfort of your mouth, seeing you heave for breath through desperate moans and yelps of pleasure.

“Daddy, please, don’t stop!” you cried desperately as your hands gripped Reiner’s thighs to relieve some tension, “Ngh!-so good! Fuck!”.

“Perfect, that’s a good girl, beg for it, baby, beg for your daddy,” Zeke’s eyes were full of nothing but lust as he ate you up with his gaze, admiring how your breasts bounced with each thrust, and how absolutely perfect you looked beneath him; face looking up at him in pure bliss, tears streaming down your face, eyebrows scrunched together in pleasure as your mouth and jaw were hung slack open, begging for him. It wasn’t only Zeke who was admiring the view, Reiner was pumping himself with your spit as his other hand still supported your head, allowing you to look up at your commander fucking you. Your eyes were begging for release, and he was ready to hear you sing. Your walls were contracting wildly around him, all you needed was the last push.

“You ready to come, baby? You ready to take all of daddy’s cum?” Zeke asked through heavy breaths, and he saw you smiled in a way that took away his breath; absolutely fucked out, so full of hope.

“Yesyesyes, daddy, please, fill me, use me!” and with that his fingers became more aggressive as he thrust himself completely inside of you until his cum created a creamy ring around the base of his cock, as he felt you tighten around him so hard it was almost painful, while moaning for the both of them. Your legs were shaking against his thighs, and you were seeing stars as the string inside of you had finally snapped. Reiner was the last to finish, the erotic scene in front of him causing him to cum on your breasts, painting your sensitive buds with his arousal. Reiner’s hand dropped your head and went back to stroke your cheek while gazing lovingly down at you; something that made Zeke feel a shot of loneliness bolt through him.

“I, uhm, apologize if I did anything neither of you were comfortable with, Braun…” Zeke said, hissing as his sensitive cock left your warm, pulsing cunt and was met with the cold air.

“Hm?” Reiner barely registered what his commander had said, still looking down at you, seeing the lazy, happy smile covering your face as you still were seeing the entire universe your orgasm had granted you, “based off of her right now, I’d say you did everything right,” Reiner’s chuckle comforted Zeke, who snickered at his response.

“I suppose you’re right,” his eyes wandered over your body, seeing his own cum leaking out of your cunt and down your ass, and Reiner’s cum decorating your perfect breasts, and landed on your face, smiling at the absolute bliss you were covered in. His thumbs absentmindedly started rubbing circles into the soft flesh of your thighs.

“You got really lucky with her, you know,” Zeke started, still looking at your lazy smile, “not only is she a freak, she’s also a kind person, even in this shitty world,” he didn’t know what prompted him to say those words, but Reiner hummed and nodded.

“She always yells at me when I say this world is cruel,” Reiner scoffed lightly, a small humorous smile tugging on his lips as he kept stroking your cheek, seeing you drift away into sleep as your breathing stabilized, “she tells me it’s not the world’s fault, but the people”.

Zeke didn’t answer, but he let out a small hum. When he looked back up, he saw Reiner look at him with a serious look.

“Now, what was that about Galliard?”

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[blondeboyfriend]

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈

[ PAIRING ] Zeke Yeager x f!reader [ AUTHOR'S NOTE ] I wrote this in 2021 for Kinktober. [ SYNOPSIS ] A placid moment with Zeke gives way to degeneracy. [ WORD COUNT ] 1.2k [ CONTENT ] Canon AU, y/n's in the military (oof), exhibitionism, masturbation, Zeke's an asshole but not really, cum play, he has a corruption kink.

“May I ask a question?” Zeke mused.

You were seated on opposite ends of the fire. Everyone else had gone to sleep, dizzy on wine and bravado. You knew Captain Levi was lurking somewhere, but you couldn’t have been more at ease. It probably had something to do with the night sky being speckled with stars and the crisp breeze that ebbed through the trees.

You coughed, inhaling a bit of wood smoke.

“I guess,” you replied.

“What’s it like?”

He leaned in, the fire illuminating his face. You rarely paid Zeke much attention. The most you granted him was stepping on the back of his heel as he wandered over to his “hotel” or a casual, fleeting greeting. There was no reason to do any more. You saw what he did to your comrades when you went to reclaim Wall Maria. He didn’t deserve yours or anyone’s attention.

However in this lighting he looked handsome in a charmingly rugged sort of way.

“What’s what like?” you asked, trying to conceal your staring.

He was hard to ignore now that you had been blessed with such a view. His wavy flaxen hair appeared so touchable; you wanted to twist it in between your fingers. His grey eyes were hard to read, but there was some inkling of warmth to them. You were taken by their ashen color. He didn’t look anything like the wild man people described. He looked more like a handsome school teacher with a nasty smoking habit.

“Being the only woman. That has got to be an experience,” he said, pulling a cigarette out of his pocket. 

He placed it between his lips and leaned close to the fire. It just barely tickled the cigarette before the heat became too much for him.

“Ouch,” he yelped.

“You could have just lit it with your—- like just held your hand over the fire,” you snickered.

“I wouldn’t have looked as intriguing though.”

“That’s a concern of yours right now?”

“What? I want to impress you. You’re the only one that acknowledges me outside of Levi.”

You sat up straight. Zeke was right. Everyone did basically ignore him. Any pathetic attempt at small talk went unheeded. He was a mass murderer, someone not to be trusted after all. He didn’t exactly lend himself to kindness no matter how polite he appeared.

“Saying ‘good morning’ is hardly acknowledging you,” you muttered.

Silence fell upon the two of you. All you heard was the crackling of burning wood. 

He cleared his throat. “You never answered my question.”

You rolled your eyes. It was a question you resented because nothing about your experience was particularly notable, at least not in the ways people expected.

“It’s nothing to write home about. I guess I’ve seen more dicks than I would’ve if I wasn’t surrounded by them.”

You let out a little laugh.

Zeke smirked. The fire illuminating his face gave him a sinister glow. His eyes seemed darker than before, tinged with lust. It was as if he looked through you, taking you apart piece by piece. You felt exposed, like he could read your every thought.

“So I suppose seeing one more wouldn’t be too much of a shock then, would it?”

Zeke started to fiddle with his belt and pulled it off, folding it up gingerly and placing it next to the crate he was sitting on. He lowered his gaze and proceeded to unzip his pants and reveal his semi-erect cock. It bulged through his underwear. He lightly palmed it and looked back up at you. Your eyes were wide and trying to avoid contact with his.

“You’d be lying if you said you weren’t curious,” he teased.

It didn’t matter how right he was. He was the enemy… right? The man in front of you didn’t seem particularly dangerous, or at least to you on a personal level. He seemed a little desperate as he stroked his cock through his underwear.

“I… I can’t do anything with you.”

You felt stupid and small, stumbling over your words in front of him.

“I don’t want you to do anything other than sit a little closer to me and enjoy the view.”

It didn’t take much convincing. You hurriedly made your way around the fire and sat next to him. He let out a pleased hum and freed his cock. It was the biggest you had ever seen. It was thick, with a few veins sprawling down its length. His pubes were wild and matched his flaxen beard. You were awestruck as he stroked his length.

He must have noticed you staring because he cupped your cheek with his free hand.

“Are you enjoying this?” he purred.

You leaned in closer, hanging on his every word, drunk on his presence.

“Yes. I am,” you whispered.

You were close enough to kiss him, the heat radiating off his face was as intoxicating as the slight groans he let out when he squeezed the tip of his cock. Throwing caution to the wind you went to kiss him. He reciprocated for a brief moment, lightly biting your bottom lip.

Laughing as he pulled away he said, “No, no. You’re just going to watch, got it?”

You nodded. He ran his rough thumb over your bottom lip and gave you a little grin.

“Such a compliant soldier,” he cooed.

Zeke lubricated his hand with pearls of precum that had dripped from his cock. He stroked it slowly, leaving it glistening in the moonlight. You wanted to know what he tasted like, what his pulsating cock would feel like in your mouth. A little droplet of drool trickled from the corner of your mouth. Plagued with embarrassment you quickly wiped it away with your sleeve.

“I bet all your comrades want to fuck that sweet mouth of yours.”

Your skin was flushed. You didn’t know if it was because of heat radiating from the fire or your embarrassment. You looked away. You didn’t need to think about that kind of shit. Whether your comrades wanted to fuck you or not wasn’t a subject you liked to ponder.

“Look at me.”

You looked back to Zeke who pumped his cock faster.

“I can’t come if you don’t look at me,” he groaned through his gritted teeth.

His grey eyes were fixed on you, trailing up and down your body, taking in how beautiful you managed to look despite the awful circumstances you lived with. His stroking grew faster and methodical. You savored the sound of his precum covered hand sliding up and down his glistening cock. It took so much out of you not to get on your knees and beg to taste his cum.

He unleashed a hearty moan. You leaned over his lap and tried to cover his mouth much to his surprise. He closed his eyes tight and tossed his head back, his moan vibrating against your hand. You looked down and saw that he had come all over his lap and you.

You leaned back to your original sitting position and marveled at the pearly cum that dotted your uniform. Zeke attempted to stifle his laughter as he rubbed the tip of his cock, swirling cum around it. He beckoned you closer and patted his hand on his knee. You took a seat and he wrapped his arm around your waist.

“Here, for being such a good soldier.”

He held his cum-covered thumb to your lips and you eagerly accepted it into your mouth. He pressed on your tongue and you rolled it around his thumb, sucking at it like it was his cock.

“I’m sure Captain Levi would be so proud of you.”

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[nixie-writes-aot]

Oml i love your blog. Might i get some Zeke with daddy?

Zeke + Daddy Kink

Warnings: nsfw, daddy kink, dom/sub dynamic, dom Zeke, slight dumbification

Pairing: Zeke Yeager x gender neutral reader

From the minute you met Zeke, it felt like he could see through you. So, you started up this game of subtle flirting to see if he'd even notice. To say he caught on quickly would be an understatement, he had flirted back and well, now you were here. In the quarters of your friend, his cock having found a home within you. He chuckled deeply in your ear, his back pressed against the wall with his hands holding you up. Your arms were wrapped around his neck, feeling the man slam his thickness into you.

"Say it again." He demanded.

You moaned, throwing your head back as he insistently hit a spot that just felt so, so good. "Daddy! Fuck! Please!" You whined.

"Please what, sweetheart?" Zeke grunted.

"Make me cum, Daddy! I need your cock, its so fucking big!" You begged.

Zeke only chuckled, each word music to his ears. He was bouncing you on his cock, only speeding up his rough and quick thrusts by pushing you back down on his cock. The moans and whines that left your lips were only spurring the blonde on.

"I will. Fuck, Daddy is gonna fuck you dumb, sweetheart. Until all you know is my cock inside of you." Zeke growled.

You adored the very sound of Zeke fucking you dumb. Your little game's results were definitely some of your favorite. After all, who else could say they had started dating Zeke by getting fucked hard and good by the Warchief? Especially given how many women that wanted to say that?

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[diefxrguns]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐑

✶𝐚/𝐧- 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩, 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐈'𝐦 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭. ✶𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬- 𝐳𝐞𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ✶𝐜/𝐰- 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐩, 18 𝐚𝐧𝐝 28, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 ✶ 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦, 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐍𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 18'𝐬.

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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[freya-fallen]

Zeke Yeager and the Scavenger Take 5

CWs: Manpilative Zeke Yeager, sugar daddy vibes, a bit of dirty talk and humiliation, dry humping, forced drinking, coerced kissing, coerced sharing (kissing)

word count: 817

Part 1 Part 4

It’s your first time meeting Zeke at night. He wants you to come to a bar with him, insists it’ll be fun. So, you put on a dark skirt and forest green blouse, both of which are a little more form fitting than you usual (especially now that you’re eating regularly) and make yourself look pretty.

Knowing your luck, Zeke will have you licking his boots in an alleyway in an hour, ruining the effort to look nice for him. Oh well.

“Hey, little mouse. Don’t you look pretty tonight.” 

Your steps stutter as your gaze rises from the sidewalk. There’s Zeke, handsome in slacks, button down, and sweater. Beside him are two other blond men— a shorter, younger one who might be a teen, and another who is big and tired.

“Hi.” He extends a hand and you tentatively take it, tugging you to his side.

“This is Reiner Braun,” Zeke says, “And Porco Galliard.” He introduces you shortly, and you’re rummaging through your memories for the names. They’re vaguely familiar, meaning they probably work under him. Porco Galliard eyes you with the keen interest of a young man, but Reiner Braun just nods dully. “Let’s get going, eh?”

It’s a dingy little bar he leads you to, not that you know much about the places. The few times you’ve been in one, you weren’t there to spend money. 

Zeke pulls you into a booth beside him, a hand sliding high on your covered thigh. He orders a pitcher of beer from the woman who stops by, who eyes you and the younger guy speculatively, but says nothing.

Zeke fills the glasses for himself and you. “Drink, baby.” He taps on the tankard. Obedient as usual, you begin to sip.

It’s decent enough beer and you haven’t eaten much the last day or so, so it goes to your hear much faster than before. 

Zeke’s hand is under your skirt and drawing little patterns on your skin. It feels nice, the way his big, warm hand encroaches on your flesh.

He tips your head and you watch in a daze as his lips dip to yours. His tongue sweeps through your mouth and you can taste the same beer on him. You moan.

“Did you bring us here to watch you makeout with your girlfriend?” gripes the younger guy.

Zeke pulls away to lip his spit-slick lips. “Jealous, Pock? You can have a taste if you want?”

Your head turns so fast you feel dizzy and you start to speak up, but his thumb grazes over your apex as his fingers squeeze the meat of your thigh. Instead, you bite your lip to hide a whimper.

Porco voices your concern instead. “Um, what?”

“I’m not a jealous guy. I’ll share.” Zeke gazes fondly down at you. “Go over and offer Pock a kiss, honey.”

You search for evidence he’s fucking with you, but he’s as serious as usual when he tells you what to do. You slip out of the booth and around the table, fidgeting awkwardly.

“Get on there with him,” Zeke gestures with a cigarette laden hand, but there’s not much room with both the younger men there. “On his lap, then.”

You clamber up, wondering why this Pock guy isn’t saying anything, isn’t fighting this. He’s stiff as you throw a leg over his. Your skirt rides up. You glance up to find his eyes glued to the line of your stocking across your thigh.

“What the hell, Zeke?” It’s Reiner who objects.

“You can get a kiss next. Now go on, sweetie.” 

It could be worse, you tell yourself as you lean over to kiss Porco. You could be forced on your knees right here and— you roll your hips and the blond beneath you moans. His hands go to your hips to continue moving them against him.

“You can touch her, Braun. She’s so soft and delicate. Oh, don’t give me that look. She’s well-paid for all she puts up with.” That seems to settle something in him.

Reiner watches your lips part from Porco’s. His tongue darts out, then he says almost as if afraid to speak, “Most of them won’t kiss on the mouth.”

“Don’t worry about that, kid,” Zeke replies, watching everything from his side of the table. The cherry of his cigarette and the light in his eyes both gleam in the smoky haze. “She’ll do what I tell her. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?” You nod dumbly, your cheeks on fire. “Now, give Reiner a kiss, too.”

You lean over toward him, though Porco’s hands keep you firmly planted. Reiner meets you halfway, his lips desperate against yours, his voice a throaty groan of pleasure, like he’d a drowning man and you’re the only air he’ll breathe.

“Such a good girl,” Zeke coos. “My own dirty little whore.”

You couldn’t argue even if your mouth was free.

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