you were anxious for what was going to come tonight. your nerves were alive inside you and you couldn't stop picturing all the things he would do to you.
you wanted to touch yourself so badly throughout the day but somehow managed not to by sheer will. you decided to stop obsessing over it and start dinner. as you're wrapping up dinner you hear the lock to your front door turn and your heart skipped a beat.
the anticipation is killing you you swear your heart is in your throat but you try to act as normal as possible. you wipe your hands off on the kitchen towel before making your way over to your lovely husband.
as you stand in front of him you can feel his whole presence is off. that light, loving air around him is gone.
it's replaced with something much much darker...meaner.
you can see it by the way he looks down at you. his eyebrows slightly knit together in a small scowl, a small look of disgust mixed with lust swirled in his eyes.
and what do you do?
just look up at him like you want him to absolutely ruin you. you're so eager and willing he almost feels bad for what he's about to do.
his large hand raises in the air and leaves a burning sensation on your cheek as he slaps you. not hard enough to injure you but enough for your eyes to tear up.
before you could fully comprehend that he actually slapped you he wraps the same muscular hand around your throat squeezing hard enough for your breath to get caught in your throat.
he roughly jerks your body towards him and forces you into your tippy-toes as he angles your chin up to look at him. your hands wrap around his wrist by instinct.
god what's wrong with you?
he just slapped you and you can only look at him with pure love and adoration in your eyes as he chokes you like this.
his eyes look you up and down before he speaks deeply, "pathetic."
a small whimper leaves your throat.
"you're disgusting. getting off on this like some kind of depraved whore. is this who you really are y/n?"
his hand squeezes tighter around your throat when you don't answer causing your eyes to roll back a bit and your nails dig into his wrist.
"answer me bitch." "y-yes," you choke out.
he clicks his tongue in disappointment, "guess i'll have to fix that then."

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attack on titan smuts ♡
Fanfictionjust smut stories + one shots about aot characters