#Zeke x reader smut

[erwinsmithsmissingleftarm]

hello i was reading your works and are really good may i request zeke x reader smut hc? Or warriors smut hc? thanks you

Warriors and how they fuck you

Zeke is a real beast. He plays dirty, teases you until you beg on your knees for him to touch you and fucks you until you nearly pass out from pleasure and exhaustion. This man does not show you any mercy when he pounds into you from behind. Real nipples play enjoyer and addict with your chest, Zeke is sucking on it like a leech until your breasts are covered in purple, red and blue marks. His favorite position is the doggy cause he likes to mate like an animal in heat. Bonus fact: Zeke often falls asleep with his head on your boobs, using them as a comfy pillow. Sometimes he even sleeps with one of your titties in his mouth, like a baby.

“What do you want? Sorry, did not hear you speaking.” “You like it when I touch you here, right? Yeah, that’s my good girl.” “Eh, you are already wet and I only touched your breasts? Needy brat.” “I said, I want to hear you beg for it…”

Reiner is a secret softie when it comes to making love. He’s pretty shy about the subject but all the embarrassment disappears once in the bedroom. This guy is a big cum eater and there is nothing better for him than you riding his face. He needs to feel your weight on his face and your wet cunt on his lips. Gets really whiny if you tease him because he’s such a needy man for you. He prefers traditional positions like the missionary when it comes to penetrative sex as he knows how to do them well. Also, a LOUD man. Whimpers and moans escape his lips non-stop, and he does not even hold them back. Bonus fact: he absolutely despites wearing condoms. Reiner says that they are uncomfortable and reduce his sensitiveness.

“You taste so fucking good. Could eat you out all day, baby.” “Hey, keep them spread for me, alright?” “Stop teasing and put it in already or I’m going to put it myself.” “God, you drive me crazy… pussy feels so tight and warm.”

Bertholdt the most lovey-dovey of the Warriors. He makes love to you like it’s described in a romantic book: slow and passionate. His thrusts are precise and gentle so you could feel every inch of his cock going in and out of your pussy. He often puts you legs on his shoulders and pulls your hips forward to hit the deepest parts of you. Bertholdt is a silent one, the only noise you can hear coming out of his is a gasping sound when he cums. He likes when you ride him, the view of your face twisting at the pleasure while you lower yourself on his dick drives him nuts. Bonus fact: foreplays can be very long with him because he takes the time to kiss all you sweet spots and caress every inch of your exposed skin.

“Does it feel good here? Need me to hit that spot again, uh?” “Can I move? Alright, I’m going slowly in.” “I’m gonna show you how much I love you tonight.” “Take a deep breath… yeah that’s my darling.”

Annie is not often in the mood for sex but when she is, she is giving her 110%. You are this woman’s dearest thing and that’s why she can’t help but praise you every time you do something good. Her cold hands run up and down your curves until her fingers reach your moist spot. Annie is gentle and soft with you, like if she is scared to hurt you by accident. Her hand works quickly but carefully on your genitals before she leans in to suck on it. Annie does not have a favorite position, but she prefers when she can see your face because it reassures her to see the pleasure of it. Bonus fact: She also likes to receive oral, soft sounds escaping her lips while your tongue works on her wet pussy.

“Yes, right here please. Feeling so good-” “You are so good for me. Fuck, I’m going to cum if you continue like this.” “Someone’s excited? Don’t lie, I can see the wet spot on your underwear.” “You are so needy, aren’t you?”

Porco is more of the mean and arrogant type. He’s always bragging out to his friends about how good he is at sex and how much you love it and it’s true. Porco is fucking you better than anybody could have. His thrusts are quick and harsh, hitting your cervix every time he moves into you. This man spanks your ass when you start to give him attitude or when you try to hold back your moans because there is nothing he loves more but hearing your voice. He enjoys making love to you against a wall, your legs and arms wrapped around his hips and shoulders while he lowers you into his cock. Bonus fact: Porco likes to spoil you by buying you sexy outfits to wear in the bedroom. He loves the way your cheeks turn red when you are standing in front of him in that red lacy lingerie he just bought you.

“So pretty for me sweetheart. Come closer.” “You like when I fuck you like that? Answer me, slut.” “Keep that pretty mouth of yours open, let me hear how much you like my cock.” “You need it so bad, it’s almost pathetic.”

[chatterbox-73]

Kinktober 2024.

Day 30 - Lay off the drinks.

Zeke Yeager x fem!Reader

This story is a smut story for Kinktober, I’ll be writing more characters x reader one shots for Kinktober and if you want to see a character please let me know...

You must be 18 years or older to read this...

🔞⚠️NO MINORS ALLOWED⚠️🔞

Summary: you get drunk and try to get with your friend Zeke, however he won’t take advantage of you like that, but it’s a different story the next day when you’re still trying to sex him up now that you’re sober.

Word count: 1.7k

CW: Modern AU, NSFW and adult content, mention of drinking drunk reader, cheating, unprotected sex, riding, and creampie

You staggered down the corridor of the large apartment building, hoping you were on the right floor, however soon you stop at a familiar door and lean against it. With your whole body pressed against the door, you knocked a few times and waited, you listened careful and heard heavy footsteps coming towards the door, before it opened too quickly for you to stand up, so you ended up falling into the person who opened the door. Your cheek was pressed against a hard pec and wrapped your arms around the person’s waist, “hello, it’s nice to see you too” you looked up to see Zeke Yeager, “good I made it to the right house” you slurred, while Zeke only chuckled and patted your head. “I love you my special tzatziki” you squeezed the bearded man’s butt and snuggled into his chest, “thank you y/n, but I’m afraid my girlfriend won’t like hearing you say that” Zeke laughed and you frowned at the mention of Zeke’s girlfriend, “I don’t care, screw Miss. Perfect… why’d you choose her?” You teared up and squeezed Zeke’s butt a little tighter, while he sighed “because you didn’t want me, and now I’m comfortable with what I have” he hummed and pushed the door closed. “Zeke can I stay here tonight? I don’t think I know how to get home” you sniffed as you wiped your nose on Zeke’s shirt, “alright but your on the couch, got it?” He pulled away and gave you a serious look, you nodded with a small pout.

You lied on the couch and Zeke laid a blanket over you, “goodnight y/n, go to sleep” he smiled and turned to leave, “WAIT! Goodnight kiss?” You asked with puckered lips, Zeke sighed and leaned down before kissing your cheek, “no! Here!” You frowned and pointed to your still puckered lips, he stopped to think for a moment before moving in to lightly kiss your lips. As Zeke moved away you grabbed the side of his face and pulled him in for another kiss this time much deeper then the last, let out a small whine as he pulled away “go to sleep” he gave you a stern look before going to his bedroom. You laid on your back look at the ceiling for 20 minutes before getting up and staggered to Zeke’s bed, you opened the door and the room was really dark however you could see the large lump in the bed, “Tzatziki, you awake?” You whispered as you crawled onto the bed, “yeah” he hummed “what do you want?” He rolled over to look at you. “Let have sex, raw sex… I wanna feel everything” you lifted off your shirt and bra, “what?!” Zeke exclaims as he sits up and grabs you shirt pushing it towards you, trying to get you to put it back on, “you heard me, or should I say it louder?… sex me up, monkey man!” You pulled your pants and underwear off. Zeke got up from the bed and watched as you ran a hand down your body towards your cunt, you used two fingers to spread your lower lips apart and than opened your legs as wide as they would, “stretch me up and fill me up… pretty please” you whined and Zeke gulped.

You groaned at the pounding sensation in your head as you slowly opened your eyes, you looked around and noticed you weren’t in your room, the realised you were in Zeke’s room. You vaguely remember going to Zeke’s apartments and that was it, you continued to look around the room only to find your clothes scattered everything along with Zeke’s clothing, instant panic filled your chest… did you come to Zeke’s place last night to confess your feelings for him and proceed to get it on, despite him being in a relationship. ‘Oh god did I ruin our friendship?’ you internally cried, “we didn’t do anything last night” Zeke said as he stepped into the room holding a plate of toast and a coffee, “it certainly doesn’t look that way” you groaned and pressed your face into a pillow, “have you even looked at yourself?” He sat on the bed and pulled the blanket off you, you jump up to cover yourself only to see that you were in fact wearing clothes, however you weren’t wearing them correctly. The pants you had on were on backwards and the drawstring on them was pulled far too tight, the shirt you had on was a white button down dress shirt, that was also on backwards and the sleeve to the shirt were tied together. You held up the sleeves and frowned “how did I not notice this? Why did you tie it?” You look at Zeke confused and he chuckled nervously, “you were a little out of control last night, so I had to make it impossible for you to undress yourself” he looked down at his lap and you gasped, “did I try something inappropriate?” You questioned and Zeke nodded.

“You crawled into my bed last night, only to undress and beg me to raw dog you… and you kept calling me Tzatziki” Zeke held a stern expression as he explained, your jaw dropped and you couldn’t believe you did something like that to your friend… sure you like Zeke more then a friend but that didn’t mean that what you did was alright because it wasn’t. “I’m so sorry, is there anything I can do to make it better” you look down in shame and Zeke chuckles, “honestly it’s fine, though I didn’t expect you to be so forward…” he laughed and you blushed before shaking your head, “I am actually very forward, even when I’m drunk” you sighed and he nodded, “wow, really!? I didn’t expect, but if I’m being honest in any other circumstance, I’d have fucked you on the spot last night but I’m not the kind of guy who takes advantage of drunk women” Zeke passed you the coffee mug, “your wouldn’t?” You asked surprised, “don’t be so surprised, I’m not as horrible as everyone thinks… look if a woman doesn’t want to sleep with me when she’s sober, then I’m not not sleeping with her when she’s drunk” he placed the toast in front of you, “now eat up” he hummed.

“Zeke if last night I was sober, would you have done it with me?” You asked sipping the last of your coffee, “yeah definitely and I was really close to giving in last night” he chuckled and grabbed the plate and coffee cup, “what about Yelena?” You asked and Zeke only shrugged, “what about her… look I’d never take advantage of a drunk woman, that doesn’t mean I’m above cheating” he stood and began walking to the door “besides I could kill a man and she’d for give me, that’s nothing I could doing that she wouldn’t forget” he left the room and you thought about Zeke’s words.

You walked out of the room to find Zeke drying the dishes, “Zeke if we had did it would you have told Yelena?” You asked and waiting impatiently for the answer, “nah, unless you wanted to keep hooking up after last night… anyways what with all these questions, it’s almost like you want me inside” he chuckled and winked while drying his hands off, “I do, I wanna do it… right now” you said and started trying to shimmy out of the clothes Zeke put you in. You manage to get the shirt off, before walking over to Zeke and standing now half naked in front of him, “it wasn’t just all talk right?” You grabbed his waistband “it wasn’t, I’ll fuck you” Zeke turned you around and undid the drawstring of the pants, you slipped the pants off and ran into Zeke’s room. Zeke followed you, only to find you, face down and ass up on his bed wanting for him “you cock tease” he groaned and he undress himself before getting on the bed, Zeke spat on you cunt before rubbing his saliva through your folds with his tip before pushing it in. Both you and Zeke moan, as he very slowly pushed all the way in “I would have prepared you but after last night and that little stunt you just pulled, I’m going all in” he groaned and started thrust at a relatively quiet pace, you nodded and moaned.

Zeke’s hands held your hips tightly as he thrust into you, the sounds coming from both you and Zeke seemed like a pair of animals going through a feeding frenzy, there were moans, groans, growls and squeals coming for the both of you as the bed rocked, “Take! Take it all!” He groaned through gritted teeth. Zeke suddenly sped up his pace and then instantly stopped, he pulled away and flipped you over onto your back, he then pushed back into you and began fucking you, however you managed you flip Zeke over onto his back. “What are you doing?” Zeke question as you began bouncing on his member, “you were making me too desperate to cum” you moaned and trailed a hand down to your clit, before you began rubbing it vigorously. Zeke groaned at the view and you felt yourself getting closer and closer, “oh fuck Zeke, I’m gonna cum” you cried out and quickly push yourself even further down on on him as you came, you rocked you hips as you felt Zeke cum as well.

After taking a moment to catch your breath, you leaned up and showed Zeke the mess he had made in you, by spreading your lower lips for him, he groaned as he watched his load dip out of you before quickly sitting up with a panicked look, “shit, I have to go get you the morning after pill” Zeke stood and all you could do was laugh. “What?” Zeke looked at you as he slipped on his pants, “I have an IUD” you laughed and laid on your back as Zeke grumbled about how you should have say that earlier.

Kinktober Masterlist

Day 29 - Shikamaru Nara: Not quite yet.

Day 31 - Tenya Iida: A well deserved treat.

[smutbutoutofnowhere]

shoutout to all my fellow smut enjoyers

[blondieeu]

stretch you out. eren y.

"make that shit fit"

eren keeps chanting it over and over like a prayer, whispering it to you as some kind of encouragement while you struggle to take it all on your own like you promised you could. " that's right..go 'head n' make it fit mama..fuck." your hand was wrapped tightly around the base on him, aiding your cunny.

he hissed when you got down from your elbows and laid flat on his apartment's carpeted floor to get it in a better angle, arching your back. "that's my good girl take that shit." your ass was high up in the air and if eren hadn't seen your pussy before he was definitely seeing it now. "my fuckin' pussy" he mumbled.

erens hand rubbed up your back then back down to your ass, pushing it further and further towards the base till you started to swat at his hands, protesting going fully down. "I cant take anymore" you wined with a fake attitude.

"what?- you want me to do it?" eren was quick to sit up on his hands, white t-shirt pushed up to his collar bones almost tangled with that necklace he always wears. you didn't even bother pulling his sweatpants all the way off. "I just said it doesn't fit 'ren, you want me to say it in spanish?"

eren sat up fully, the movement making his cock push into one of your gummy walls, "watch this." he grabbed one of your arms by the elbow and pulled your torso off the floor with ease. you heaved as erens hands found themselves on your love handles, pushing them down to sit you on him.

the stretch burned, you stifled a whimper - you didn't wanna be the little girl who couldn't take dick she said she could. his forearms flexed as he kept your steady, careful to ease you onto the last few inches of his shaft.

"see?" eren grinned wide, real cocky he was right about yet another thing in life. "told you it'd fit mama." he shifted under you - getting comfortable with the angle. his hands slid down from your hips, to your thighs, and back to your hips. a light coat of, well- you coated his whole shaft now.

you looked over your shoulder at him with a giddy smile, "booo you did that on purpose" his green eyes stared at your own through his short, dark brown bangs. he chuckles when you grind on him experimentally. "man, quit playin' n back that shit up girl"

blondieeu xx

[jeanbie]

Omg hi I don’t know if you take nsfw requests but I was wondering about aot’s favorite positions🥺 your writing is so so good!!

honestly.....i thought this was hard !!! i can't see any of them being overly picky on positions or even having all time favs; over the eras of aot, they all change so much it's actually hard to say...so i tried my best to think semi-objectively :3 absolutely feel free to disagree with ANY of these, everyone has diff interpretations (and i love all of em)

warnings: fem!reader (sorry), sexual content ofc, if u want the girl vers lemme know :D

AOT BOYS & FAV POSITIONS ★ masterlist.

MISSIONARY

“you look so fucking pretty right now—” is the only thing they can think of saying as they bow their chest over yours, watching your face twist as their cock sinks deeper into your cunt. one of your legs is wrapped firmly around their waist or hanging up over their shoulder; this way, they can watch you writhe and whimper whilst also watching the way you suck them up nicely, the way your body tenses and flinches with every thrust they give...

— jean, zeke, niccolo

RIDING

there is no greater joy than leaning back and watching you do your thing. their hands are on your waist, smoothing around your hips and stomach in an effort to distract themselves from simply filling you up and going wild — they love to watch you sinking down on them, your back arched and breasts rising with every rise and fall. they meet your hips by raising their own, finding pleasure in watching your face pull into contorted shapes, hearing the moans and whimpers from your mouth. from down here, they like the control they can have, and on occasion, the submission of doing whatever you tell them to

— levi, armin, porco

BENT OVER

if they can bend you over it, they can fuck you on it. tables, beds, tree trunks, fences, desks, sinks — it’s like they’re trying to fuck you on every possible or available surface they can find. they just love to see the sight of your ass tilted up, hips pressing into a hard surface, legs spread in a desperate attempt to stay upright, all while they drive themselves into you however fast or hard they want to. they can be as gentle or as rough as they want to be; running their hands up your back and between your shoulder blades, or smacking your ass and pulling your hair — everything about fucking you from behind is perfect for them, and by the sounds of things, perfect for you

— eren, floch

[bonus] s4!eren loves to fuck you over a sink or a vanity, anywhere he can pull you back by your hair and make you watch in the mirror. his eyes never leave yours through the glass, his lips whispering the dirtiest things he can possibly think of just to get you to cum around him, to watch yourself unravel in his hands

RIDING THEIR FACE

they are a seat. that’s all they are, all they ever want to be — a seat for their perfect partner. they could spend hours with their tongue up your cunt, hands pressed into your ass or hips as you ride the features on their face. they would happily die of suffocation down here, just as long as you were happy and they got to taste their favourite thing in the world

— connie, onyankopon

GIVING THEM A BLOWJOB

every position is good with their partner, but absolutely nothing beats you on your knees between their legs, their cock in your mouth. a hand in your hair, on your cheek or the back of your neck, they love to watch you take care of them, especially after a particularly long and otherwise bad day. whether it’s simply between their legs as they sit, or as they lie down before bed — or under a desk when there are other people around, nothing will ever top the feeling of your mouth running itself up their dick, or how warm and wet it feels as you take them. 

— ERWIN, bertolt

REVERSE COWGIRL

“comfy, darlin?” with their hands on your hips, they love to help you sink down onto them, using your hips as handles to bring you up and down at whatever pace they fancy. they just love the sight of your face turning back to him with a pleasured look, the muscles in your back tensing whenever he hits that perfect spot up your pussy. seeing you looking like this makes him feel so proud — you’re taking him like its no problem, your ass bouncing on his stomach, toes curling as you set your hands on his legs for balance. he’ll let you take control until you tire, and then the fun can really begin

— reiner, kenny (help)

[tiazvni]

no backtalk | multi.

words : 862

warnings : fem!reader, black coded, choking, squirting, mating press, backshots, dumbification <3

you squeak as your boyfriend pressed you further into the mattress, his heavy hand resting on your upper back, slotted just between your shoulder blades, forcing you into the meanest arch possible as he fucked you within an inch of your life.

his thrusts were deep in this position, and the sheer force of his strokes left you sobbing. with three orgasms having already been ripped from you previously - two from his thick fingers, and one from his mouth - your body has since gone limp, your mind buzzing with euphoric numbness.

“s-s’too deep, baby!”

your whines were hardly audible over the wet squelching of your pussy as he met you thrust for thrust, but from the sound of his airy laugh, you knew your boyfriend heard you loud and clear.

“too deep?” there was a teasing lilt to the low rumble of his voice. “you told me you could take it, sweetheart.”

oh, you know what you said, but that was the hennessy talking.

having been with your boyfriend for the past seven months, you felt that some liquid courage was required before telling him - the man with the biggest dick you’ve ever seen, and a cocky attitude to match - that you were finally ready for sex.

truth be told, drunk-you talked a big game. while you were normally shy and reserved, she had the confidence sober-you wished she could exude. your mind raced with flashbacks of you sitting on your boyfriend’s lap, whispering to him that you wanted to be stuffed full with his cock, boasting that you weren’t one for tapping out.

it was then when you realized that you bit off more than you could chew.

your breath catches after one particularly vicious thrust, feeling the bulbous head of his dick drag repeatedly against that spot deep within you that made you tremble and keen uncontrollably. though your cries were cut short when the hand keeping you molded to the mattress slithered around your throat, lifting you from your arch and pressing your back to his chest.

“and after all that backtalk.” he tsks, the warmth of his breath on the shell of your ear making you shudder. “i knew i’d have you dumb on my dick.”

you whimpered at the low timbre of his voice, nearing the precipice of your desire for a fourth time that night as his other hand snaked around to your front to rub tight circles on your clit. the overwhelming sensation makes your eyes roll back, your thighs shaking and pussy clenching as he continued to fuck you raw.

“shit,” he hissed, “you’re so fucking tight.”

he trembles behind you, groaning in your ear with each new thrust into your wet heat. a breathless giggle escaped your lips - you couldn’t help but feel a bit prideful at the thought of bringing such pleasure to a man whose body and stature were akin to a fucking god. that feeling was short-lived, though.

without any warning, he pulls out before manhandling you onto your back, towering above you with a feral glint in his eyes. he licked his lips at the sight of you - faux locs falling from your loose bun, bare breasts jiggling with each heaving breath, and shaky inner thighs glistening with your wet, creamy arousal.

you were absolutely breathtaking.

“so fucking pretty,” he hums, pushing your thighs to your chest to give himself a better view of your pussy. and without missing a beat he gripped his dick, pumping it a few times before slapping it against your clit.

you cry out, your eyes soon widening as he then teased your entrance with his tip, the slight stretch of his dick from this angle dangerous enough to make you delirious with both pain and pleasure.

“w-wait, wait!” you gasped, pressing against his abdomen the moment he sank a few inches deeper. “s’too much!”

“nah, move your hands,” he challenged. “you said you wanted to be full of my dick, right? let me fill you then.”

he bottoms out in one swift thrust before you can react, knocking the air from your lungs but still giving you a moment to adjust. it’s ridiculous how deep you could feel him - he was practically in your tummy.

“can’t believe you kept this pussy from me for seven months,” he seethes, but you hardly registered his words, or his tightened grip on your thighs. that blissful numbness in your brain had increased tenfold - nothing else mattered except how amazingly full you felt in that moment.

and then he started moving.

you screamed as the head of his dick attacked that spot within you once more - hard, heavy, and with timely precision - your voice reaching octaves neither of you were used to. the sensation had you quivering, your arousal suddenly squirting around his dick as your fourth orgasm hit you like a freight train.

“fuuuck,” your boyfriend groaned as he fucked you through it, shuddering at the feel of your cunt spasming around him. it nearly triggered his own release, but he managed to hold off, craving to have you completely and utterly pliant before finally giving into his primal urges.

“i hope you know we’re not done here, sweetheart.”

gojo, eren, toji, zeke, geto, reiner, choso, jean, and any of your faves <3

[ackerpretty]

Eren Coded 🩷

[prettygiri222]

Summary: you're a succubus looking for a new victim, unaware you've become one

Any character really x Black Fem Reader SMUT

as a succubus, you loved going for the frat boys. they were always so eager to get a pretty girl like you in bed promising you a good time. but you quickly turned into their worst nightmare, ripping orgasm after orgasm from their already spent cocks. 

"o-oh fuck! nomorenomore it hurts!" they would cry out. they would be spazzing out and twitching underneath you, arms struggling to get a good grip on your waist as you continuously rolled your hips against them. the friction against your clit was enough to draw your second orgasm of the night. but not enough to make you lose your mind. their heads would fall back into their flat pillows as you milked yet another orgasm out of them. 

“awh” you cooed at them mockingly. “is my baby boy too tired?” they would frantically nod, praying for you to get off them as if they weren’t the ones who begged you to get into their beds in the first place. they had come so much it physically hurt.

the intricately designed heart-shaped tattoo that covered your womb shimmered a dull pink as you absorbed their essence. it was your symbol as a succubus and kept track of your hunger. frat boys never kept you full for long, they were only enough to hold you off for a few days.

eventually, you moved on to the jocks. you had guys ranging from the football team to the basketball team to the soccer team. they had stamina, keeping you full for a few more days but something was still missing.

"you like that, huh?" they asked, slapping your ass. they loved doggy, watching the way your ass jiggled and the lack of intimacy. you could care less, always shoving your face into the pillows to hide your displeasure. 

their thrusts would get sloppy after their first orgasm and they often neglected your pleasure chasing their own release. but they did satiate your hunger a bit longer. your symbol glowing brighter.

due to your bias, you failed to notice the lust-filled eyes that watched your every move. he was just a regular guy, or that’s what you thought of him at first glance. he easily blended into the school’s crowds with his oversized sweaters and baggy jeans that didn’t do his sculpted body justice.

but he was infatuated with you the moment he laid eyes on your beautiful form. he loved how you always wore such slutty outfits. your short skirts that were the size of a belt. how he easily caught glimpses of the lacey panties and thongs you wore. the way your tongue piercing made an appearance when you licked your plump lips always coated in a sparkly gloss. and he loved that no matter how thick your shirts were your nipple piercing would always poke through.

but he was obsessed with the tramp stamp you had on full display. it was a deviated heart tattoo with devil wings and black ink that stood out boldly against your brown skin. the design intrigued him and with a quick google search he found out why. apparently, it was a succubus tattoo. you were a succubus. a demon obsessed with sex it drained men for their essence. 

he couldn’t lie, the idea of you being such a sinful creature was a fantasy he couldn’t get out of his head. he spent days jerking off to the thought of you appearing in his room just so you could drain him. just the thought of you was enough to have blood pooling to the head of dick, it left him nauseous. 

but he could never approach you. not when the faintest whiff of your sweet perfume made him pop boners like he was a sixth grader with a crush on his history teacher. you were like a walking aphrodisiac. he felt the room grow hotter anytime you entered, his pale skin flushing easily. it was honestly a shame how you didn’t notice this bundle of desire.

~

“oh fuck me” you grumbled in the back of the lecture. you opened your phone to a message from the 6’4 basketball player you were planning on linking later saying he had a late practice. you would’ve urged him to skip practice like you did last week but his coach was getting on his ass about missed practices. he said if he missed anymore he was going to be pulled from the starting lineup.

this was the problem with fucking athletes, you had to work around their schedules. you rolled your eyes at the message leaving it on seen. it’s been a week since you last had sex and you were starving. the only reason you held out this long was because this guy was one of your favourites. he didn’t eat pussy but he always made sure to have you creaming on his dick.

you let out a deep sigh. you were in trouble and you could feel it. despite not currently being aroused you felt yourself dampening the denim material of your skirt. the thick cotton of your turtle neck couldn’t hide your hardened nipples. 

as a succubus, you gain energy from sexual intercourse with men. but if you aren’t careful you could kill somebody by draining their energy completely. you feed off of their pleasure so it’s fine to neglect your own but where’s the fun in that?

when you starve you begin to give in to your sinful nature. you become the monster in folklore, the sex-hungry demon that feeds off of any and every man they come across. who fuck them to death, literally. but you didn’t want to become that monster. you enjoyed living among humans so you developed a consistent feeding system to avoid giving in to your monster.

you crossed your legs under your desk hoping to relieve yourself. regardless of being a succubus you had standards, you didn’t just fuck any and everyone. the professor was drawing on and on about an essay at the end of the week but it was the least of your worries. 

you briefly looked over the people in the class. there was no one in the class that stood out to you. you had attempted to hook up with a guy that sat next to you at the beginning of the year and it was the worst you’ve ever experienced. the guy was cute but he was a virgin. he didn’t know what to do and tried to insert his dick into your ass with no prep. that was the first and last time you went for someone who didn’t ooze sex appeal.

you were about to return your eyes to the professor when you locked eyes with him. your eyes widened in surprise at the intensity of his gaze. he was sitting a few rows behind you placing him in your blind spot. his eyes were dilated in an emotion you knew all too well, lust. 

he was completely out of it, he didn’t even notice that you locked eyes with him. you could feel yourself grow hotter at the attention. he was basically eye-fucking you, undressing you right there in the middle of a lecture. probably having his way with you on top of the desks in front of everyone in his daydream. a smile graced your lips, you had found your victim.

the second the lecture ended you threw your tote bag over your shoulder and made your way over to him, swaying your hips. he was focused on packing up his laptop but you saw him stiffen up the moment you got close. he shot a quick glance in your direction before standing pin-straight.

“excuse me” you softly called out from beside him. he looked around before pointing to himself. “yes you” you let a little giggle at his bashfulness. was he really the guy who had you flustered just a few minutes ago?

“oh uhm, hey” his voice squeaked when you pressed yourself against his arm. a blush rose to his cheek as he avoided direct eye contact with you. his eyes focusing on random students who were making their way out of the lecture.

“could you help me with something?” you asked in that perfected singsong tone yours. looking up at him innocently from beneath your lashes you pressed your soft tits against his chest. his adam apple bobbed as he quickly looked you up and down, eyes briefly stopping when he noticed your visible nipple piercings.

afraid his voice would betray him again he frantically nodded. you had him right where you wanted him. you shot him a dimpled smile before leading him out of the lecture hall and towards your dorm. he sucked in a sharp breath when you walked up the stairs in front of him. every step you top hiked up your already short skirt. you weren’t wearing anything underneath so your bald lips were on display.

you lived in a one-room dorm on campus but you never brought your victims over. you preferred to go over to their dorm but this was a dire situation. you needed to be fed. you hurriedly shoved him onto your bed.

“are you sure about this?” he whispered breathlessly. you had him sitting on the edge of your bed with his jeans pooled around his ankles and you were sitting on your knees in front of him.

"uhm" you mumbled half-heartedly. you were focused on stroking his dick. it was on the thinner side but it was pretty long. there was a vein on the underside that you traced while licking his tip.

“oh fuck” he let out a little whimper when you licked him all the way from the base to the tip before taking all of him into your mouth. he gripped your soft silk sheets in his sweaty palms trying to stop himself from bucking into your mouth.  you were grinding against your foot desperate for some stimulation.

the sensation of your tongue piercing on his shaft contrasting against your warm wet tongue almost made him cum. you traced his tip with the ball of your piercing, delighted with the way he shivered. “shit, it’s cold.” he whined.

you bobbed your head looking up at him feeling your wetness pool in between your legs. he was staring at you in awe as you slobbered all over him. your saliva running down his shaft and pooling at his base. your sparkly gloss was smudged all over your cheek.

you alternated between bobbing your head and licking his tip while you massaged his shaft with your hand. letting out an occasional hum when the tip of his dick reached the back of your throat. when you felt his legs tense up you knew he was close. 

“you’re like a fucking pro” he stretched out his hands and tangled his fingers in your mini twists. he pulled your hair back into a ponytail so he could get a better lock at you. “i knew your pretty ass was a -fuck- a slut”

you let out a whimper around his dick answering him. your pussy fluttering at his backhanded compliment. while you didn’t have a gag reflex the repeated action of his tip hitting the back of your throat caused you to tear up. your big lips were even plumper as they swole around his dick. he was getting harder just looking at your messed-up state.

he wasn’t ashamed to let out louder moans, letting you know it wouldn’t be long until he came. you stuck your tongue out while stroking his dick, his hot cum landing on it. his face was flushed with pink and his light eyes dilated as he watched you swallow his cum. you opened your mouth to show him proof, your pink tongue empty. “fuck, you’re so hot”

you felt your womb gleam with contentment but it wasn't enough. he was panting hard as you pushed him back on your baby pink sheets. you lifted your shirt off overhead, his eyes widened with the glimpse of your tattoo but you ignored his reaction, most guys just thought it was an obscene tattoo.

you stripped off your short skirt with haste, you wanted more. you hopped on the bed and straddled him. you balanced on your toes while you rubbed his dick between your lips coating it in your slick. you heard him suck in a breath at the sight of your glistening cunt.

"oh shit," you hissed out as you lowered yourself onto his dick. he closed his eyes, overwhelmed by your warmth. you pulled up his shirt revealing his broad chest. he let out a soft moan as you placed your cool hands on his pecs, steadying yourself.

"you're so cute," you cooed. you grinded against him forcing out his little sobs while stimulating your clit. you loved the way he easily blushed, the way his pale skin turned pink. 

"you're so good to me" he whined out, grabbing at the fleshy part of your hips. he was rolling his hips against yours desperate for more friction.

"yea?" you asked, wanting to hear more of his whiny voice. you lifted yourself up, removing everything but the tip of his dick before slamming back down. 

"yesyesyes" he was bucking up against you frantically, nailing you where you needed it the most. "always saw your pretty ass b-but -ohhh shit- could never talk to you." you angled yourself so he could continuously pound your spongy spots, too caught up to acknowledge his confession. it wasn’t long until he painted your insides white, your pussy clenching in satisfaction. 

you were a sight to see right now. he believed the sites when they said succubus had otherworldly beauty. if he thought you were pretty before you were utterly gorgeous right now. your brown skin was glowing in the dim lights and the way you bounced on his was magical. your tits jumped with every thrust, your eyes were glossed over and your pupils seemed to be heart-shaped. something he hadn’t noticed before.

but your tattoo was glowing. that had to be a telltale sign that you were a succubus. besides the mind-numbing pleasure you were putting him through. he was twitching from overstimulation and you were still bouncing on his dick. your pussy making delicious squelching noises as you bounced on him. 

“you’re so tight” he whined out. your tight hole was squeezing around him and it was so warm and wet. he was surprised he hadn’t slipped out yet. but you knew what you were doing, the way you skillfully rolled your hips providing pleasure to the both of you. you were quickly drawing him to another orgasm.

you bite your swollen lips as you focus on the growing sensation in your lower abdomen. you could tell he was close when you felt him twitch underneath you. “mhm, you close baby?” you called out to him. he nodded, way too lost in pleasure to find his voice as you drew him to another orgasm with you following close behind. your hips stuttered as a wave of pleasure washed over your whole body.

you rode him through both of your orgasms. a puddle of wetness and cum formed around the base of his shaft as proof. his eyes were closed and he breathed heavily, his chest heaving up and down. he looked a mess, there was drool around his mouth, his straight hair touselled and damp with sweat, his skin flushed a deep shade of pink and a thin layer of sweat shined on his face.

you had to forcefully stop yourself from bouncing on him further. you had to leave him with some energy to get home. you looked down at your tattoo watching as it glowed a dim pink while you absorbed his essence. you would be content for a day or two hopefully enough to give you a chance to hook up with your favorite basketball player. but you were far from satisfied.

you let out a deep sigh as you slowly rose off of him. he let out a whimper at the loss of your heat. you hopped off the bed looking for a towel while he remained lying down. 

“you can leave whenever you want,” you said nonchalantly. this is why you hated one-night stands at your dorm, it would get so awkward. you preferred fucking guys at their own dorm so you could disappear while they slept. but you were desperate.

you heard shuffling noises and assumed he was getting ready to go. but it got quiet and you felt a gaze burning against your naked form. you ignored him, continuing to gather items for your shower.

"i'm not done with you" a deep voice called from behind you. your eyes opened in shock as you looked back. he was standing right behind you, towering over you frighteningly. there was a dark look in his eyes as started you down.

“excuse me…” your mouth dried up when you looked down between you two. he was completely naked now and his dick was standing at attention, it was hard and it somehow seemed bigger than before. it was an angry red as pre-cum leak from the tip. you felt yourself grow wetter from his confrontation.

"i've been watching you for a while but you never looked my way. always batting those eyelashes of yours at those stupid frat boys and jocks, huh." he grabbed your jaw forcing you to look up at him. his jaw was clenched tight and he glared down at you. "bet you don't even know my name and we’ve been in the same class for almost a year now." his voice was hoarse as he looked into your eyes.

you meekly nodded. as a succubus who fed off of sexual energy you had to be ashamed for never noticing someone who was soaking in it. his light-coloured eyes were filled with so much emotion that it made your heart swell. a feeling you’ve never experienced with your sexual partners.

“don’t worry though, i’ll take good care of your slutty succubus pussy.” you froze in shock. “make sure you’re well fed.” 

Part 2 right here

Characters I had in mind while writing this:

ARMIN, Eren, Zeke, Jean, Geto, Choso, Megumi, anyone you want really

[nova-amor]

༘☁︎⋆ ◜ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮? ◞

"eyes forward, pretty girl," he leaned over to whisper in your ear, the warmth of his breath causing heat to rise to your cheeks, your teeth gnawing at the plump flesh of your bottom lip. "keep 'em legs wide open and just relax, baby." his warm hand slipped beneath the fabric of your skirt, calloused finger tips brushing against the lace edges of your underwear.

it was inappropriate— to fuck in a movie theatre was scandalous, definitely against the law and could get you in major trouble if you two were caught. but something about the risk made you grow wetter, adrenaline coursing through your veins as he rubbed at the wet spot forming on your crotch. you tugged the thin blanket a little further up onto your shoulders, providing the perfect barrier to shield your activities from the rest of the theatre patrons.

"if you keep squirming like that, sweetheart, someone's gonna notice," he purred into your ear, a ghost of a lick left on your earlobe as he nudged your underwear to the side. "don't think you want that, do you? or, maybe you do… you want someone to catch us, huh? want someone to see how pathetic and desperate you get for your boyfriend's fingers?"

you shook your head in disagreement, lying to not only him but yourself. struggling to control your breathing pattern as he rubbed tight circles and squares around your clit. your legs twitched, foot tapping against the floor as you fixated your gaze on the movie playing rather than the familiar sweet stretch of your walls engulfing your boyfriend's thick digit.

"breathe f'me, sweetness, don't want you to pass out," he chuckled, curling his finger into your squishy walls. the filthy squelching noises of your sopping cunt were overshadowed by the movie's well-timed soundtrack clips and action sequences. "such a good girl f'me— fuckin' pussy's gushin’ all around me. you like this, don't you? love it when i use you like the slut you are?"

you rested your head on his shoulder, choking down the pathetic moans and whimpers that threatened to escape your lips. he slipped another finger into you and then another, plowing three fingers deeper and deeper inside you— stretching you out beyond your usual limit. you were growing delirious, hips bucking up relentlessly to chase the sweet release building at the pit of your stomach.

"gonna cum f'me, pretty girl? can feel your walls startin' t' milk my fingers," he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, hooking his fingers into your sensitive g-spot. the heel of his palm dug into your clit, each rut of his fingers into you stimulating your sensitive nub. "that's it, baby, fuck yourself on my fingers— fuckin' cum around my fingers."

black spots flashed across your eyes, your orgasm almost completely blinding you. your hips stuttered, body convulsing in the cushions of the theatre seat— there certainly would be a wet patch on the seat after the movie was done.

"such a good girl, you did so good f'me," his voice was distant, your head practically in the clouds as he retracted his fingers from deep inside you. he brought his fingers up to your lips, the lights of the movie causing his fingers to glimmer with the clear sheen of your release. "now open that pretty mouth and clean my fingers f'me— that's it, be a good girl and suck. maybe i'll give you some dick in the parking lot as a treat later."

satoru gojo, takuma ino, connie springer, zeke yeagar, natsuo todoroki, shota aizawa, kei tsukishima, tōru oikawa, kim hong-jin, gary sanderson

[daemontargaryenwhore]

wait, does that mean Zeke represents the apple? the exchange they made was the power Zeke could give?

[luc1-anna]

@abcdbleh

Your boss was going to be leaving soon, wanting to give everyone in the office a goodbye gift, gift baskets full of his employees' favourite stuff. Ushering his employees out of the party room, leaving just his secretary and him. "Surely you've noticed that I didn't give you a basket?" Grabbing your hand firmly as he dragged you towards his glass room, closing the curtains incase someone came in.

"Yes sir" nodding as you heard the door lock behind you, focusing your senses on the fact that he was loosening his demeanor up, stripped his tie from his collar. "Formalities aren't necessary right now" the tension between you two was eminent, sitting down on the armchair beside you, patting towards his thigh. You weren't going to hesitate when it came to him, he had been teasing towards sexual relations with you the whole of your employment, placing yourself onto his thigh, separating them as you placed your legs in-between them. Hands trailing along the waistline of your skirt. "S-Sir". Motioning for you to quiet down as he tugged on it hand dipping through your tucked in shirt as he brought it up, fingers tracing the hem of your panties. A smirk on his face as he saw how his secretary reacted, pulling his tie fully off as it popped some buttons, exposing some of his chest. Oh how much you wanted to rest your head on that.

Somehow his previous actions resorted to this. Legs resting on his shoulders as he pounded into you, high heels clinking behind his ears as your body moved, hand trailing along your calves as he kissed them down towards your knee. "We-" body jerking further off the table. "We shouldn't be doing this" shushing you with his finger, tracing along your lips, parting them slightly with his thumb, body heat radiating onto his ass he got closer, lips rubbing against yours, hands tangling in your hair behind you, grabbing a scrunch if it as he brought you closer.

Your legs tightening around him, only bringing him closer to your body, balls touching your throbbing lips as he felt you clench around him, cock stiffening some more inside of you, tip rubbing against your velvety insides. You couldn't stop, lips crashing along eachother, hastily controlling your tongue into his, colliding in the center. You could care less if someone walked in right now.

[smutbutoutofnowhere]

when the fanfic famine so bad you gotta use cai

[dollwrites]

Could we maybe have some aot piss kink pretty please? Character of your choice 👉🏻👈🏻

ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ ! ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ᴢᴇᴋᴇ ʏᴇᴀɢᴇʀ

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!soldier!reader, noncon, omorashi, piss kink, size kink, he calls reader little girl, Zeke’s a meanie. all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ this technically was a dizzy drabble that spiraled out of control, i was rlly high when i wrote this so please be nice lol please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

“N— not so hard, please—!” you gurgled. you felt utterly breathless; Zeke had one, heavily muscled arm wrapped around your throat, nesting you perfectly within the crook to hold you in place whilst he fucked you with reckless abandon. one of your hands clawed at his forearm, your nails digging into the warm skin without the strength to pry it away from your neck, whilst the other pushes your palm blindly behind you, shoving at the muscle pads in his lower abdomen through the sweat-dampened fabric of his button up, hoping the pushing would force him to slow down and his thrusts to shallow.

it didn’t.

in fact, your war chief didn’t even seem fazed by your attempt. his hips still bucked forward, rutting into you like a wild beast. your back was contorted into the tightest arch, especially when Zeke hoisted you off of your feet with ease, and allowed them to sway back and forth to the rhythm of his fucking, creating oblong shadows of your boots centimeters below on the ground that bounced back and forth in a taunting dance that reminded you of just how powerless you truly were.

you couldn’t even reach out a hand to brace yourself against the tree that concealed your predicament from the rest of the training soldiers. you had been with them, only moments before you found yourself at the mercy of your commander, sweating under a hot sun. you’d visited your own flask of water too many times to replenish the hydration that continued to leak out of your pores, and then you’d had to expel the rest.

you had to go. badly.

but Zeke was strict about training— and soldiers couldn’t simply excuse themselves. you’d known this already, so you’d decided to wait until you thought his scrutinizing gaze was occupied, and sneak into the woods to soothe your aching bladder. you’d vowed to yourself to be as quick as possible, and return to training before he noticed. but, unfortunately, Zeke had seen you slip away whilst you thought no one was watching, and followed you to the tree line, only to snatch you up before you’d managed to find the perfect cover to relieve yourself.

“P—please, Zeke…” you whimpered, legs trembling, boots clacking together. you were trapped in this position, hanging off of his cock, forced to feel it driving into you over and over, battering your most sensitive core. the pressure building also serves to put a strain on your poor, full bladder, which is what you were most concerned about. “I really… I have to go…”

Zeke snorts breath through his nose, his face smushed against the back of your neck, ramming into you at an unrelenting pace. “‘Go’?” he repeated in a mocking coo. “You were hiding in the woods, slacking off on my training, to find a nice, private place to piss?” a blush burned the apples of your cheeks— you hated how vulgar his choice of wording was, and the sound of your slick— wet and sloppy— squelching when he thrusts into you was beyond humiliating. “Well, looks like you found one.”

you were panting, cunt clenching around his thick cock as he bullied your body. it felt as though, after discovering your reasoning, Zeke’s rutting became all the more feral— harder and faster. you could already feel control slipping, and the threat of sullying yourself was embarrassing enough, but doing it with your commander balls deep in your pussy? your legs, though weak and awkward, attempt to find purchase for your feet against his thighs, and you squirm, becoming desperate. “P-put me down, now, Zeke, please!!” you urged, both hands now trying to get between your back and his chest to shove at him, “I— I really can’t hold it anymore!”

Zeke’s laugh was a coarse bark, his free arm snaking beneath your knees to pull you into an even more submissive position— folded in half with your knees up to your chest, feet flopping haplessly in front of you. from this angle, Zeke can rely on gravity to pull you down, adding more intensity to the snapping of his hips, his balls slap against your swollen clit when he fills you completely. “Poor, little girl.” he mocks, “you’re getting so desperate not to piss yourself it’s almost too cute.” his voice was low and sweet, but you knew he really wanted you distraught— humiliated. he got off on seeing you degraded, whether it was in front of his men or at times like this, when he fucked you in secrecy, he would always take that extra step to make sure you were aware of your own shame. smearing his parted lips through your hair and up to your cheek, his beard scratching your soft skin, you wince and try to plead with him again. begging him to just stop so you wouldn’t wet yourself.

ultimately, however, you lose the battle.

from this new, mind-numbing angle, Zeke would also hammer against your g-spot at a rapid-fire pace, forcing an orgasm out of you regardless of how much you didn’t want to cum. when you began to unravel, you also felt control of your bladder dissipate, much to your dismay. a weak, “No, stop…!” dripped from your lips, but whether it was meant for your assailant or your own body was irrelevant. your stream was high-arcing and messy, splattering against your bottoms that had been bunched around your calves and your boots, as well as trickled against fallen leaves and pooled the first layer of dirt on the earth beneath into mud.

Zeke grunts, your spasming and clenching had also helped him to chase his own high, and he gave you a few more, deep, hard thrusts, snarling an almost mindless, “Fuck.” before releasing you from the prison his arms provided. the first thing you felt when you slid from his cock was your feet against the ground, and you scrambled to stay upright, your knees wobbling. you reach out to hug the tree in front of you to stay upright with a quiet groan, and you feel Zeke shooting a sticky, warm load on your ass. globs of his release rolls over your flesh, dripping into the panties and trousers you were shimmying back into place. “Easy, little girl.” Zeke murmurs, pressing his large palm against the back of your head to halt your movements. you wanted to protest, but your face was smushed against the rough bark of the tree, and you weren’t interested in how it might taste, so you simply let out a grunt of displeasure. “I’m just about done.”

your hands were still gripping the waistband of your panties and bottoms, eager to be able to fasten them, but Zeke wormed the twitching, leaking tip of his freshly satiated cock between your ass cheeks, and ran a slow stripe down to your ruined pussy. for a moment, you wince, worried that he’s going to shove it back inside you— he had a habit of claiming that fucking you just once was never enough, he would need a round or two more, but you were always stretched and aching after the first. this time, he doesn’t. he sees you tense, and he chuckles. “If I wasn’t so damned busy today, I’d turn your little cunt inside out for making such a mess.” he threatened with an amused glance down to his own trousers, speckled with wet patches, then sighed, as if he were disappointed. “But I guess this’ll have to do. It’ll still be fun for me, watching you wobble like a newborn horse and attempt to finish training.” he leans in close to your cheek for a moment. his breath was warm, and had the lingering scent of cigarette smoke. “But I’ll give you one more little parting gift.”

a brand new warmth floods your cotton panties, and your eyes widen as you realize what Zeke’s doing. the tip of his cock ran between your netherlips once or twice, before aiming directly for your underwear, and a golden stream, slow and steady, taints your garments. he was pissing in your panties, marking your spent sex. you closed your eyes tightly, and tried not to imagine the smugness of the smirk you knew he must be wearing now. his glasses would be fogged, cheeks tinted pink, and he would be grinning a victorious grin as he soiled your pretty pussy. Zeke draws it out for as long as possible, making sure his piss thoroughly seeps into your panties, before he gives himself a couple of shakes, and tucks his satisfied cock back into his pants.

“Now,” he hums, taking a step back to admire his handiwork. a cum-smeared, piss-soaked little plaything he had his fun with. you, on the other hand, said nothing as you hoist your clothes back on. grimacing, you feel the warmth starting to run chilly, his mess and your own ensuring that your uniform pants were thoroughly streaked and spotted with wetness. once you’ve secured your belt back in place, you turn around to glare up at him. Zeke had taken his glasses off, and was rubbing the lenses against the front of his shirt, wiping away the fog that had built up throughout the romp, before he looked at you with two, deep blue oceans that you would never understand. he could be so mean sometimes, and he seemed to enjoy tormenting you, but his eyes held not an ounce of malice. he didn’t hate you. he just enjoyed spoiling you. his mouth was quirked up in a pleased smirk, and he cocks his head in the direction of the training grounds, “back to work.”

[jeankirsteinsgrlfrnd]

Thank you so much for answering my request from a while ago! I really love your work and appreciate it. I have another request if you don’t mind and I was hoping if you could do the AOT guy’s’ reaction to Y/N telling them that she wants to drive instead of them driving. Hope this isn’t too hard and sorry if I bothered you with this request! Keep up the good work! 🇳🇬➕🌲🟰🇳🇫

a/n: thankkkk youuu! it’s never a bother

eren loves when his girlfriend drives. he won’t tell you no because he likes to be passenger princess especially because that means you won’t be a backseat driver. now, it’s his turn to irritate you about the way you drive.

armin prefers to drive but he can never tell you no. so, he hesitantly agrees while you make him worry about the way you drive. he’s really easy to stress out. bless that baby’s soul.

jean thinks it’s hot when you drive. he’s also the one who taught you how. however, he very rarely says yes to letting you drive because he wants to drive you around. that’s his job.

connie 100% says yes when you ask to drive. he likes to stick his head out the window and be an inconvenience to anyone walking. this way, you don’t have to worry about him snacking and driving.

reiner says no. mainly because he doesn’t want you driving his truck. you put up a fight and he eventually gives in. he looks TERRIFIED the entire time you’re driving. mans is sweating.

bertholdt and you go half and half on who drives so it’s no big deal when you ask. he likes looking out the window and looking at you, two things he shouldn’t do when he’s driving.

levi tells you no but he knows that you won’t take that for an answer. so when it’s time to leave, he hides your keys and insists there’s no time to look for them. you haven’t caught on yet but man, it’s really annoying.

erwin says yes because he likes the way you look in the driver seat of his car. it makes you look cute and tiny. he doesn’t get to see you in this light that often so he always obliges when you tell him you want to drive. he thinks your road rage is funny.

zeke thinks you drive like a maniac so it’s a hard no. “no ifs, ands, or buts, i’m driving.” he ignores you and any pleas you might have. but he feels bad so he lets you drive on the way back.

porco says, “sure, babe. go ahead.” he gets road rage for you. he is not meant to be a passenger princess! he flips people off when they cut in front of you or just in general drive like a dickhead. he defends all of your actions, even when you run over curbs. “hell yeah, babe, you don’t need no fucking curb!!”

[melon-fodder]

-> KINKTOBER MASTERLIST <-

♡ WARNINGS: fem-bodied reader, boss/employee, teasing, degradation, fingering, rough blowjob

♡ WORD COUNT: 1.3k

♡ NOTE: Zeke is a little mean, but we like it. It’s been a long time since I’ve written for this nasty man. Felt terrible (wonderful)

A heated glance from the corner of your eye. A warm hand just a little too low on your back. He rolls the sleeves of his dress shirt up to his elbows, steeples his fingers on the table as he speaks to whoever is listening. You shrug out of your little blazer and straighten your back to draw his attention to your chest.

It goes on and on for the rest of the company dinner, the two of you going back and forth, trading subtle (and some not so subtle) hints about what it is that’s on your mind. If it were just the two of you, you’d be sitting right next to him rather than across from him, would be talking to each other in hushed, flirty tones instead of loud enough for everyone to hear.

But you can’t do that, not in front of your coworkers. It’s not a good look for you—sleeping with the boss, that is.

You grow bored toward the end of the entree, suppress a smirk as you slip one of your pumps off beneath the table. Slowly extending your leg until it brushes against another, you watch his face for confirmation before continuing.

Icy blue eyes flick to you for just a second, lips twitching as you drag your toes higher up his leg. His jaw sets, the blond hair of his beard catching the light of the chandelier above.

Up, up, up you go, from calf to thigh, able to feel the heat radiating from him the closer you get to—

He catches your foot, fingers rough through your nylon pantyhose as he presses his thumb into your arch. It feels nice after wearing your heels all day, but you have to fight not to jerk when his touch turns light, mischievous fingers dancing over the material in a way that makes you clench your fists.

His eyebrow lifts behind the rim of his glasses, yet he still doesn’t break the conversation he’s in the middle of. The self-control he has is maddening.

As soon as he loosens his grip on your heel, you rub your foot against the growing bulge in his pants, and you have to fight to keep the triumphant smile off your face when he clears his throat in surprise. Shouldn’t have let go of you.

You press against his covered cock, enjoying the way you can feel it swell under your touch—almost as much as you enjoy watching your boss grow a little pinker with every passing second.

He cuts those eyes at you just as you take another bite of your food, a warning flashing in his gaze.

You show him a polite, professional smile, stroke over him a few more times while fantasizing about making him cum in his pants in front of all his employees, then coyly draw your leg back.

He runs his tongue over his teeth before refocusing his attention on the man he’s been talking to. You wouldn’t dare believe he’s forgotten about you, though.

“Did you think you were being cute back there?” Zeke asks in the hotel room. After a silent drive with only his firm grip on your thigh to ground you, you feel dizzy now, like you’ll float away without the eyes of others to keep you tethered.

“What exactly was your goal, hm?”

Neither of you are undressed, but he still has you bent over the side of the bed, pressing against you through the layers of business clothes.

He lifts your skirt over your ass, something barely passable as workplace appropriate, then traces over the curve before giving it a rough slap.

“Getting me all worked up in front of the team—” another hard smack has you moaning as you fist the sheets in your shaky hands.

You’re throbbing in anticipation, which isn’t out of the ordinary; Zeke has always had that effect on you, but right now, with the way he’s spanking you and grinding his cock against your thinly covered core, you swear you can feel your heartbeat in your pussy.

“Please…”

“What’d you think would happen, sweetheart?” he continues like he never even heard your plea, “that I would bring you back here and fuck you all sweet?”

“Please, Zeke—” you try again, wiggling your hips to goad him.

“Please, Zeke,” he mimics your whine, ugly and condescending as he bullies your legs further apart. He’s careless as he finds purchase in your pantyhose, pinching accidentally-on-purpose before ripping a hole in the material to expose you to him.

He already knew you weren’t wearing anything underneath, but he still swears and degrades you for it, says, “you wanted my cock before you even saw me tonight, didn’t you?”

“Y-yes,” you pant, biting your lip at the feeling of his fingers tracing your entrance.

You can hear the smirk in his voice when he tells you, “I’ll give it to you, don’t worry. I’m just gonna tease you first, yeah?” Zeke slides a finger inside of you with no resistance, giving an experimental thrust before stretching you with a second. “Gonna tease you like you teased me.”

He leans over you, chest to your back to growl in your ear, “and when you beg me to let you cum, you know what I’m gonna say?”

“Please, please, please,” you beg, clenching around him as he strokes your gummy insides, drilling into your g-spot with practiced precision.

“No,” he chuckles, as if that had been your true response to his rhetorical question. “I’m gonna say you don’t deserve to—not after what you did to me. Don’t care how fucking pretty this cunt is.”

“Zeke, oh my god…”

He stops all at once, and you cry out at the loss.

“Flip over,” he demands, and you do, gazing up at him through teary eyes as he shrugs out of his suit jacket. He removes both of your pumps, throws both over his shoulders while keeping eye contact. There’s no softness in his handsome face, no mercy as he pries your legs open again and pushes saliva out of his mouth to land right on your neglected clit, blue gaze on you the whole time.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head as soon as he starts rubbing his spit into your sensitive bud—small, quick circles drawn with his thumb as two other fingers dive back inside of you.

You tremble beneath him, chest heaving, legs quaking as that familiar heat grows in your belly.

“Oh fuck, I—Zeke, please…”

“You’re not about to cum already, are you?” he questions, his voice just as scornful as the blue behind his glasses. “Poor pussy must’ve missed me. Just a few touches you’re a mess in the palm of my hand.”

“Zeke, I’m gonna—m’so close.”

He tsks you, shakes his head, then removes his fingers.

“So easy,” Zeke groans as if he’s annoyed. You’re left dazed, lightheaded from the orgasm that was snatched away from you. You hear his zipper, the rustle of material, and then he’s sliding a hand beneath you to pull you upright so that your face is level with his leaky cock.

“Don’t just stare at it—suck it,” he demands impatiently, thinks for a moment before adding a casual, “do a good enough job and maybe I’ll let you cum.”

You lick up the precum dripping from his slit, wrap your lips around his fat cockhead while trying to look up at him through your wet eyelashes, but Zeke isn’t having any of it. Hand on the back of your head, he pushes you down on his length until your nose is brushing his pelvis.

“What did I tell you?” he grits out, rolling his hips and making you gag around his painfully thick cock. “Don’t be a fucking tease.”

[arlerts-angel]

❝HOW CAN YOU KNOW HOW TO LOVE IF YOU CHANGE YOUR MIND AGAIN?❞

this one's for those with fuckboy tendencies! you're their favorite game to play.

a/n: some of these may be out of character, don't worry — it's just for the fic! i really like how this came out regardless 😌 18+ MDNI

cw: various characters x afab!reader, mean!dom characters, porn with no plot, overstim (f), dacryphilia, penetrative sex (piv)

he knows you're sitting by your phone waiting for him to text.

he gets off on making you wait... it keeps you on your toes. it's a sick mindgame and he's the only one having fun.

he strings you along, leaving you on read for hours until his cock starts to ache. his hand won't satisfy him, though. he needs his oblivious little cocksleeve.

even he doesn't know why you let him fuck with your head like you do. maybe you're just as twisted as him for enjoying the way he toys with your mind (and body).

it's just that when he's good, he's just so good. he eats your pussy like it's his last meal. the way he swirls his tongue on your clit and fucks his fingers into you is criminal. the way he fucks you like you're nothing, too. there's not a drop of care for you when his cock bullies against your cervix, nor your overstimulated clit from your fourth orgasm.

the only thing he loves more than your cum on his sheets are your tears. he loves making you cry. "fuckin' crybaby. you can take it. 'm almost there." he groans. "too much–! 's too much... please–!" you cry. he grins devilishly at your whines before his face contorts. "fuck–!" he hisses and pulls out to cum on your ass.

he's terrible at aftercare, but he's kind enough to let you stay the night. "you know where the towels are if you wanna shower. try not to wake me up." he grumbles and gets into bed.

the next morning when you get home, he's already texting you.

"you left and didn't say bye?"

aw. maybe he does care.

tetta kisaki, light yagami, eren jaeger, hanma shuji, nishio nishiki, ayato kirishima, zeke jaeger, bertholdt hoover, connie springer, jean kirstein, suguru geto, toji fushiguro