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mrswint3rs · 3 months

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Can you do a Zeke one?

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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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mochimooon · 5 months

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

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

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+ !!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I like to fuck in the ass btw

Well…now that changes everything.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Have fun!” Pieck sings.

…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He would…

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

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

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

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

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

“Maybe…” you tease.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You shiver.

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

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

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

Your back arches and Zeke pinches again, sharper.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wait.”

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

“Condom?”

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

“Zeke,” you say. “Put on a condom.”

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

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

“I’m clean, baby,” Zeke insists.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A second after the preamble, Zeke pushes in.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck—okay…” His restraint is withering.

“Zeke…” you hum.

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

“Move.”

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

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

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

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

Zeke takes notice. “Play with yourself.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You whine, wincing from the tenderness.

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

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

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

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

You forgot your plug at Zeke’s house.

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spiteless-xo · 10 months

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Tiff, could you please also do the flipside and tell us how Zeke the boys would convert a girlie who really doesn’t get the daddy kink? 👉👈

i am so so so sorry for the delay in getting to this my love 💗 my last weekend on vacation ended up being more active than i was expecting so i didn't have time to sit down and work on this for you

here you go~ 🥰 i hope you enjoy! i did my fav 2 plus zeke 🙊 i hope i meet expectations

╰┈➤ daddy kink - aot.

ft. eren, jean, zeke.

cw. 18+ content, daddy kink, gender-neutral reader.

⋙ eren jaeger.

eren brings it up one day like it's a joke. you ask him to give you some water and as he's handing over the bottle, he jerks it back quickly and is like what do you saaaay? and you're like please? and he scoffs and rolls his eyes and is like please, daddy. and you groan and hit him as he giggles, but he still doesn't give you the water bottle until you say in a comically high-pitched voice, please, daddy?

it starts to become natural after that. every time eren hands you something, he doesn't let go until you call him daddy. soon, it just becomes second nature for you to call him daddy when asking for something. eren gets especially excited when he hands you some popcorn at the movies and you instantly reply thank you, daddy! in front of all of your friends -- much to your embarrassment!!!!!

one day, during a heated makeout session that's gone on for far too long, you beg eren to fuck you. he pulls away from where he's been littering hickeys across your throat and just looks at you with a smug grin and says, what do you saaay?

and you huff a little and look away in embarrassment because he can't really want you to say that now, does he? but every time you try to lean back in for another kiss he pulls away, still with that stupid smug look on his face until finally you're like, please, daddy, i want you to fuck me, and you're surprised by how natural it feels to say it

that smug look completely disappears from his face and his eyes practically roll back into his head with a groan. fuck, I've been waiting months to hear you say that he admits.

⋙ jean kirstein.

he's been thinking all day about how to bring this up with you. he made a fancy dinner and got your favourite drinks and dessert to help loosen you up a little bit and then not-so-casually brought up bedroom kinks. finally telling you, i think it would be kinda hot if you called me daddy.

you laugh at first because you think he's joking, but when you see the way he completely deflates you try to stifle it and start apologizing profusely like, i'm sorry, i didn't think you were serious! and he gets a little grumpy and goes to dismiss it but eventually, you relax him.

you tell him that you don't really get it, but if it's something that he wants to try then you're open to it and he kind of blushes and rubs the back of his neck in embarrassment and is like ok, thank you.

later that night, the two of you start having sex and he thinks that you've forgotten completely about your awkward conversation over dinner. but when he's got his arms wrapped around your waist and you're bouncing in his lap, you lean down against his ear and whisper it feels so good, daddy and you feel absolutely cringe saying it and it feels so unnatural but the absolutely guttural groan that jean makes when he hears you has chills running down your spine

he flips you down on the bed until you're pinned beneath him and he's got this look in his eye that you've never seen before as he rolls his hips against yours and he says: say it again. louder. and..... yeah, ok. you get it now.

⋙ zeke jaeger.

zeke doesn't ask. he doesn't play games. just one day when the two of you are making out, he says, i need you to start calling me daddy. and you're really taken aback because it feels like this is coming out of nowhere, so you're stunned into silence.

as the two of you continue making out and pulling off your clothes, he doesn't mention it again so you assume you misheard him. he lays you back on the bed and starts trailing kisses from your mouth, across your jaw, down your throat -- and the combination of his warm mouth on your skin and the scratchiness of his beard has you writhing in pleasure below him

as he descends lower and lower, you start to feel his beard brushing against the soft skin of your inner thigh and you find yourself spreading your legs open for him to lay between. please, zeke, i need you. breathing heavily already, you look down to see him looking up at you with that signature jaeger smirk.

do you remember what i said earlier? he asks, his breath ghosting heat across where you need him the most. your body jerks upward toward him in need but he just pulls away. you shake your head in response and feel him lower his mouth back on your inner thigh, biting at the skin until you cry out with a desperate whine.

i need to hear you say it, he urges and suddenly you remember. you start sputtering out protests but zeke breathes more warm air on your crotch and you can feel your body pulsing with need. please, daddy. you beg -- half-heartedly -- and zeke just chuckles.

he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose with his finger before running his tongue up along your inner thigh, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. i can sit here all night if i need to, he says, eyes growing dark. i'm not going to touch you until you say it like you mean it.

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blondeboyfriend · 9 months

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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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ilyluffy · 2 years

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𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 || 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 & 𝐳𝐞𝐤𝐞 𝐣𝐚𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: your creepy roommate catches you having an intimate moment with your boyfriend

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: bf!levi ackerman x afab!reader x roommate!zeke jaeger

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut/modern au (minors + ageless blogs dni!! you’ll be blocked)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: pervert!zeke, jealous!levi, possessiveness, peeping, unconsensual filming, voyeurism, masturbation, dom!levi, sub!reader, daddy kink, vaginal sex, mating press, slight breeding kink, creampie

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 0.9k+

𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄. that was no secret. the moment your boyfriend came to your place for the first time and met zeke, he immediately wasn’t a fan of the guy. although, levi’s never really gave you a straight answer as to why.

you suspected it was simply that he was jealous that you were living with another man. levi’s said more than once that he thought zeke was a creep and that he didn’t like the way zeke looked at you when you weren’t looking. you pretty much shrugged all that off.

it wasn’t that you didn’t get it. you’d probably be uncomfortable too if the shoe was on the other foot but moving out wasn’t an option at the moment. you didn’t have the money to get your own place and levi’s apartment was too small. so he’d just have to endure it for now.

besides, you’re sure he was blowing what he called “signs” out of proportion. zeke was nice. a bit of a computer nerd but a good roommate nonetheless. you had absolutely no complaints about him despite levi having plenty.

the truth was, levi was just more perceptive than you. while signs of zeke’s pervert behaviours went over your head, levi caught on to all of it. that bastard wasn’t as slick as he thought he was. all your boyfriend needed was proof and he was about to get it.

zeke really thought he was putting his computer skills to good work. he took advantage of the fact that you already had plenty of plushies in your room and slid in one of his own. a cute little bunny with a camera hidden in its eye.

it came in handy quite often. zeke would watch as you got dressed, when you touched yourself late at night, and most importantly… when your boyfriend came over to fuck you. zeke may have disliked levi as much as he didn’t like him but there was no denying that he fucked you so well.

“shit, ackerman, fuck that pussy harder” zeke groans under his breath as he stares at the monitor. on the screen you’re getting pounded into your mattress by levi. the angle of the camera is too perfect. witnessing your lewd expresses leaves zeke with no other option than to stroke himself.

there’s sound so he can also pick up on all your sweet moans as levi hits an even deeper spot inside of you. “shit, princess. you’re squeezing me so tight today” levi grunts, eyebrows knitted together as he thrusts his hips against yours. “you trying to milk this cock dry?”.

zeke grips his cock a little tighter when he hears that. just imagining how tight and warm your cunt must be makes him feel wild. he has to throw off his fogged up glasses so he can continue on.

“y-yes, want your cum inside me” you mewl. “harder daddy, harder!”.

shit, it’s like you’re putting on a show for him. zeke’s heard you moan levi’s name when your fingers were deep inside your pussy but this was the first time, that he was aware of, that “daddy” has ever been uttered. levi seems to approve of the title too, based on the low growl the echoes from his throat.

“you bet i will, fuck” levi stops for only a moment to fold your legs against your chest. than he goes right back to bullying your cunt with his girth.

zeke’s room isn’t right up against yours but he can still hear the headboard slam against the wall, even without the live stream. by the time levi’s done with you, you might just become one with your mattress. at the very least you’ll be a cock dumb mess.

with the increased pace the camera starts to shake. zeke grumbles to himself about how “ackerman better watch his tech” as if he isn’t peeping in on a private moment right now. the somewhat blurred feed doesn’t stop zeke from fucking his fist. after all, he can still hear you chanting “daddy! so good! daddy! love your cock!” over and over again. all the while he’s picturing that you’re speaking to him.

“gonna cum for me, princess?” levi rasps, wiping some of his sweaty black hair out of his face. somehow he doesn’t slow down for even a moment. “i can feel you clamping down on me. gonna make a mess on daddy’s cock?”.

eyes squeezing shut, you nod back at him. there’s a few more calls of your daddy’s title before you fall apart underneath him. seeing your eyes roll back and your jaw fall open in a silent scream is too much for both men to endure.

zeke cums in his hand while levi shoots thick ropes of white into your abused hole. levi fucks his cum deep inside. at the very same time zeke trying to catch his breath. he’s about to walk away from his monitor to grab tissues. he stops short of cleaning himself up when he hears someone call his name.

“you get an eyeful of that, bastard?”.

startled, zeke’s gaze shifts back to his computer. when he does he catches levi glaring back at him. at some point your boyfriend pulled out of you and grabbed the stuffed bunny hiding the camera. tapping the lense, levi repeats himself.

“huh? you hear me? get a good look creep? because it’s all you’re gonna get” levi snarls. “they’re mine. 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓’𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈’𝐋𝐋 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔”.

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theepisceswriter · 8 months

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Dominating/ Pegging AOT men pt. 1 (Reiner & Zeke)

A/N: another request from my stoned thot anon, blessing us all with their request ideas. WE FUCKING MEN IN THE ASS ALL 2023!!!

TW: mommy kink for Reiner, Power bottom meanie Zeke, and your usual freaky shit, 18+

REINER

Bye, why wouldn't the king of mommy kink allow you to dom and peg him!?!?!? If anything, HE'S the one who introduced the idea of you being something like a dominatrix for him and you were more than happy to comply. It fits the natural dynamic of your relationship too well.

The very first night the two of you incorporated it in the bedroom he was a moaning pink flustered mess underneath you and you were so wet that the strap kept shifting out of place. From then on the two of you knew it was going to be a staple in the bedroom.

He thoroughly enjoys allowing you to have access to him in such a vulnerable way and how good you make him feel.

"Thank you so much mommy for fucking me so good, you make me feel so good", "No one else could ever make me feel as good as you do, mommy. No one.", "You fuck and treat me so well, I can't wait until it's my turn to put my cock in you and make you feel just as good."

He looks absolutely angelic during all this nasty dirty talk; eyes doe and slightly teary, cheeks rosy and tear-stained, and gazing up at you with nothing but pure adoration.

You two indulge in all types of gadgets and positions to keep things spicy and not boring. Both of you guys' favorite position is missionary. There's something about you being able to see Reiner's face contort with pleasure while you're deep into him and stroking his cock that stirs up something feral in you. And he enjoys watching you just as much.

This man's stamina is like a horse's. As soon as you're done fucking him and making sure he reaches his climax, he's on you like bees on honey. He wastes no time in pounding you with his cock even if he was satisfied from the night already, your pleasure is equally as important to him and he won't stop until he's sure that you're just as satisfied as him. Even if he is tired.

His favorite way to thank you is by letting you sit on his face and use his tongue as you please. He'll lift you on his face right after you're done fucking him, it's his favorite to wiggle his tongue through the straps of the strap-on and find your sweet swollen clit to suck on like a pacifier.

Best believe the aftercare is A1 too. The best pillow talk and cuddling sessions to exist in history.

ZEKE

Zeke won’t let you full-on peg him, but I can see him being into less intense butt stuff like rimming or even letting you put a finger or two up there for added sensation but that's as far as that goes for him.

BUT, He does like giving you control in the bedroom every now and then because it's amusing to him that you think you can even do that.

P O W E R BOTTOM THROUGH AND TRUE. This man is a verbal sadistic

"You really think you can fuck me better than I can fuck you", "So cute seeing those dainty fingers try and work my hole when you can barely get them to wrap around my cock", "I could flip you over right now and have you under me faster than you can get a moan out."

Nights when he allows you to take control always end up being the most frustrating ones because he's cocky as hell and doesn't shut up. His comebacks are too quick and witty for you to think of faster ones as a baby dom, but you're getting there. All this egging on and torment is really just to turn you into his perfect dom. He wants you to mean it when you tell him to shut up and make you cum 3 times in a row or he won't come at all. It's your aggressiveness and frustration with him that really turns him on.

The more comfortable you two get with this arrangement the more you find out how crazy humiliation makes him. One night you said something along the lines of, "No wonder you won't let me peg you; this pathetic hole couldn't take a fake cock even if it wanted to." THE MAN WAS TOO STUNNED TO SPEAK BUT WHEW ! I don't think he even knew that he enjoyed humiliation that much and you knew he loved it from the way his cheeks turned the same color as the tip of his cock and not to mention the precum that was flowing down his shaft like a river.

Your rim jobs have a tranquilizing effect on him and he requests one almost every time he gets oral from you. Feeling the hot warm muscle that is your tongue poke and prod at the most sensitive and fleshy part of his body leaves him gripping the edge of the bed until his knuckles turn white.

It's your favorite sight; Him with his mouth slightly agape, chest vibrating with groans, and his t-shirt slightly pushed up farther on his abdomen revealing the muted gold happy trail leading to his dick. And you being the demon that you are, of course you add in a handjob that has him shooting strings of cum on his stomach when he reaches his climax.

#had to feed my aot girlies too #(this is a two year old draft too)#Spicy.#aot x reader #aot smut #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan fanfiction #attack on titan smut #attack on titan headcanons #reiner braun smut #reiner braun fanfiction #reiner braun x reader #reiner braun headcanons #zeke jaeger smut #zeke jaeger x reader #zeke yeager x reader #zeke jaeger headcanons

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writingforcuteppl · 1 year

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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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gojou-violin · 1 year

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| MINORS DNI |

| tw: twitter link - daddy kink, Dom behavior, fingering, spanking, sub counting spanks. let me know if i’m missing anything. all mentioned characters are aged up to after their time skips (when applicable).

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you can squirm, it's alright. he likes it. he enjoys having his fingers buried inside of you as he curls them again and again just to hit that spot in you that makes you whimper and struggle because you both know that it'll urge you towards and orgasm that you haven't been given permission to have. it's like he's testing you. like he wants to see if you'll disobey him again simply for the sake of getting to punish you more because he loved it so much. where do you think you're going, after all? you're stuck on his lap, his fingers abusing your tight hole, his free hand coming down to smack your ass every now and then. oh, and how he loves to make you count your way through your punishment. it's another trick he uses to catch you off guard to ensure that he has more time to punish you, because if he makes you count every spank, you're sure to slip up eventually, so he'll have to start all over. you poor thing. maybe you shouldn't be such a brat next time.

| characters: kenny, zeke, MYUNG-DAE, kishibe, ENGINE, bokuto, kuroo, GETO, gojou, SUKUNA, TOJI, bakugo, dabi, HAWKS, OVERHAUL, shigaraki, INEKA (oc).

| taglist: @aylitgirl , @thisbicc

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mulberrysilk · 1 year

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Illicit Affairs | Z. Yeager

Zeke Yeager x f!reader

summary: an unspoken love hidden from others. An involvement with the Zeke Yeager was akin to a sweet dream. It was reckless and was bound to be tragic with what the Wonder 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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justanobodywriter · 1 year

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Mirror Sex

Zeke Yeager

Cw: gender neutral reader (penetration but non specific body parts used), mirror sex, soft dom/sub dynamics, use of pet and kitten, orgasm for both, no protection, let me know if I missed any

~500 words

Zeke loves watching himself fuck into you over and over again. He loves the look that you get when you look up and see your pretty self getting fucked.

He puts mirrors up on the ceiling, walls, doors, wherever he feels the need to. He wants to be able to watch you from any angle he can. He wants you to be able to watch yourself from every angle with him.

"Just like that, love," he cooed. "Look at how well you're taking me. Such a pretty sight, isn't it?"

You couldn't help but let out little whimpers. Seeing yourself be rammed into, along with Zeke's soft words had you reeling. All you wanted was to let go, but you knew better.

"Such a pretty little pet," he continued. "Tell me what it is you want."

"C-cum, please," you managed out.

He shook his head, "Kitten, you know better than that. You have to use your words."

"Please, I nee-need to cu-cum," you finally got out through hiccups and whimpers.

He chuckled, "Not yet. I don't think you've earned it."

You pressed yourself against his each thrust. He let out a groan at your sudden assistance in him fucking you dumb.

"That's it," he chuckled out.

With each thrust, you both were moving your hips, watching your each move.

"Don't you love how you look when I fuck you, love?" he asked, gripping your head and forcing it forward to look at yourself.

His piercing eyes gazed back at you with such love and lust. You forced yourself to look at your own reflection. Your fucked out expression with his gaze being too much. You pushed yourself over the edge.

"That's right, you earned it," he grunted, only going faster.

You rode out your own orgasm, slumping forward slightly. He held you up until he found his own release only a minute or two later, and who could blame him with how you clenched around him so wonderfully.

He lifted your legs spreading your now full hole to the mirror, "Look at that, kitten. Isn't that a sight to see?"

You moaned again, forcing yourself to look at your dripping hole.

"Think you can take some more?" he asked, chuckling at your expression as the words left his lips. "So eager to please, aren't you, pet. Ok, I can give you some more."

And just like that he was back inside of you, thrusting his own seed deeper inside of you, trying to give you more of what you and he both wanted.

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chrollohearttags · 10 months

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh God…yes, stretch this pussy!”

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

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

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

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

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

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starstruckkittensweets · 6 months

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"Control" | Zeke x Reader (Kinktober 2023)

Collaring - Zeke Jaeger

Fandom: Attack on Titan Pairing: Zeke Jaeger x Reader Words: 1.6k

A/N: Don't look at me. I said—I SAID DON'T FUCKING LOOK AT ME OK?! I don't know what came over me with this! I've had the words "collaring" and "Zeke Jaeger" next to each other for the better part of over a year and finally said to myself, ".....Eh, I'll see what I can do." Thus this piece was born. (Also I wanted to challenge myself to write for a character I don't really simp for.) I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: 18+ only, minors DNI, canon au, collars and leashes, slight power play, oral sex (m. receiving), smoking, established safe words (color system)

“You look so pretty like this, you know?”

It takes every bit of strength in your body, every bit of self-control you can muster not to yank your head away and spit in his face. He looks so fucking smug sitting there above you, lips twisted into a smirk, a lit cigarette hanging between his fingers. His other hand is wrapped around a leather leash, the other end connected to the black collar sitting snugly around your neck.

But the second you move he’s tugging at the leash, his boot coming to rest between your thighs. You struggle to swallow against the thick band of fabric; the pressure is light for now, but it still makes your head spin.

“Fuck you.”

“You will be soon enough, sweetheart.” He takes a drag from his cigarette, eyes rolling into the back of his head, before blowing a stream of smoke directly in your face. You fight the urge to cough, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing you so rattled. “Just be patient.”

Fuck being patient. He’s always been like this, making you all hot and bothered, waiting for your panties to grow damp and your thighs to squeeze together, before he just…stops. Leans back in his chair like the god he thinks he is, waiting for you to make the next move. And knowing all too well that you just fucking can’t, not when he’s quite literally holding the reins in his hands.

Meanwhile, your own hands are bound together in front of you, a matching black band secured around your wrists. He always makes sure to put this one on before the actual collar. Can’t have you thinking you could take control of the situation, huh?

“Come closer.”

“I can’t.” Your eyes dart down to where is boot is still poised between your thighs.

“Sure you can.” His eyes never lose that glazed look as he flicks the ash of his cigarette over the arm of the chair. “You can do it, I know you can.”

Another curse lingering on the tip of your tongue, you begin to shift closer to him on your knees; gritting your teeth when his boot presses firmly against the apex of your thighs. He never lets up on the pressure; why would he, when he’s oh so clearly enjoying the look on your face?

Fucking bastard.

You rest your hands on his thigh, finding it much easier to focus on the creases of his shirt instead of his eyes. Trying your damned hardest not to think about the steely shade of them, or the way the glow of the candlelight bounces off the rim of his glasses. He knows all too well how you feel about those damn glasses of his, smirking at every subtle squeeze of your thighs. You’re so cute when you think he’s not looking.

He threads his fingers through your hair, tugging you closer to his lap. Your eyes flutter shut as he begins to massage your scalp, surprisingly gentle with every touch. “What’s your color?”

“Green.”

“Mm, good girl.” And it’s hard not to whine when he leans back in his chair, taking another puff of his cigarette. Spreading his legs even wider, giving you a full view as he adjusts himself in his seat. “Go on, then. You know what to do.”

As much as he belittles you and teases you, blows his damn cigarette smoke in your face and laugh whenever you get annoyed, Zeke knows he can trust you. Whether it’s on the field, running simple errands in town, or pleasing him behind closed doors, he knows you’ll do your damn hardest to get the job done.

You work quickly and silently, fingers loosening the buckle of his belt, pulling open the flaps of his pants. The only sound being your own heartbeat in your ears, maybe a soft hum from the man above you. One hand is light and gentle on your head, gathering your hair out of your face; while the other gives a short but firm tug on the leash, reminding you of the task at hand. You glare up at him, running your tongue along your lips.

“I’m working on it—maybe you’re the one who needs to be patient…”

“Bite your tongue, or I’ll make you leave after this.”

You scoff, “Keep telling yourself that, sir.” As if he doesn’t enjoy returning the favor every now and then; doesn’t moan and whine when you squeeze your thighs around his head.

He’ll never admit it, but you know he’s just as obsessed with you as you are with him.

He groans when you take his cock in your hands, nails dancing along the swollen tip, licking your lips at the bead of cum at the slit. Luckily he doesn’t have to order you around at this point—you already know what’s expected of you.

The paper lining of his cigarette becomes sweaty in his grip, flecks of ash dribbling to the floor at the first brush of your tongue against his tip. You can’t fit all of him in your mouth (you’ve tried too many times before, and he’s laughed at every single attempt you’ve made), so you opt to go slowly. Take him in bit by bit, savor the taste of him in your mouth. Suppressing a smirk when he starts to whine at the ghost of your fingers over his cock.

“Not too slow,” he bites out, and it’s so fucking cute how he thinks he’s still the one in charge here. When you quite literally have him in the palm of your hand. “Pick up the…pick up—fuck…”

He’s seething now, breathing hard through his nose as you begin to move your head back and forth. Both hands are locked on the arms of the chair, cigarette long forgotten on the floor. His hips lift off the seat cushion, and his cock twitches as your throat constricts around him.

Tears springing into your eyes as you glare up at him, lips so pretty around the base of his cock.

Your name gets caught in his throat as you sink your nails into his thighs, your mouth relentless against his cock. The sight of you on your knees for him is something he’ll never get tired of—fuck, so why is his vision getting spotty all of a sudden? He should be used to the feeling of your mouth around his dick by now, right?

You pull away just for a moment, stroking his cock with your hand, licking your swollen lips. Enjoying the blissed out look on his face with a smirk; knowing that you’ll be the only person in the entire world who will ever see him like this. The only person who can manage to bring the great Zeke Jaeger to his knees.

“Maybe I should just…stop.”

And suddenly your hand freezes around the base of his dick, fingers slick with spit and precum. Zeke glares down at you from behind his glasses, and you wonder if he realizes he’s still bucking himself into your hand. It’s all the same with him; talk a big game but still so desperate to come.

“What do you say, huh? You gotta be patient after all, don’t you?”

His lips are parted, but you’re not interested in hearing any of his smart-mouth answers. So instead you slide your mouth over his cock once more, hollowing your cheeks, making sure to take him in as deep as you can manage. And it’s not long before he’s groaning like a bitch in heat, squirming in his fancy armchair, tilting his head back with a moan.

“Fuck, you’ll be…the death of me, you know that?”

You know. You always have, but it’s still nice to hear him say it out loud.

His cock twitches violently against your tongue; he’s close, you can tell by the way his thighs tense around your head. One hand flies into your hair, bringing you even closer as he thrusts into your mouth with a whine. He’s seemed to have forgotten the leash entirely, preferring to yank on your hair when he calls out your name.

And then he goes rigid under your touch, moaning low in his throat as he spills himself down your throat. Both of you struggling to breathe, lightheaded and exhausted. But you still take the time to clean him up, savoring the salty taste of his cum before tucking himself back in his pants with a kiss.

He’s still breathing hard when you straighten yourself up, straddling his lap with your chest pressed against his own. One swift yank of your wrists, and the band holding them together gives out and falls to the floor. (It’s alright, Zeke has plenty of others in his office.) The black leather leash swings back and forth from your grip, your fingers already toying with the buckle of the collar around your throat.

“You’re a menace.”

“I know,” you reply cheekily, leaning in to press a kiss to his sweaty forehead. “My turn now, right?”

He grips your jaw then, thumb and forefinger pressing into your cheeks as he pulls you in for a kiss. Not even minding the taste of his cum lingering on your tongue. “You want the chair? Or on your knees? Tell me how you want it, sweetheart.”

“Actually, I want to try something different. I think you’d look good in this…”

The collar falls from your neck with a snap, and you catch it with a quick swipe of your hand. You can almost see the wheels in his head turning, the glint of his eyes behind his shiny glasses; and it’s hard not to get too excited when you feel the familiar bulge pressing into your inner thigh.

“Wanna try it on for me?”

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