#zeke thirst

[glitteryvioletpomegranate]

AI real life Zeke Yeager 🥵🥵🥵🥵.

What do y'all think???

[gurokiitty]

thinking about zeke pumping you full of cum, knowing that his virile seed will never take root within your barren womb.

he'd hilt deep and feel your walls clamp around him before releasing yet another heavy spurt against your cervix. excess semen would froth out around his cock, coating your vulva in a pretty opaline sheen.

"take it all, my barren bitch," he'd grunt, plunging into you with renewed vigour, stirring the churning pools of his seed within your belly. "let my cum flood this unyielding cunt, again and again, until it fucking drips out of you."

with your knees hooked over his elbows, he'd watch, entranced, as rivulets of pearly fluid trickle down your swollen folds and onto your ass. he'd pull out with a gush of frothing cum only to shove the mess back into your hungry, grasping hole.

[daryascurse]

Chainsmoking His Love 15...

Author's note:

Reiner was the poll winner, but, I received a fair amount of individualized feedback regarding Pieck – so – we have two threesome chapters! They can be read in any order; one can be read and the other ignored; they can both be skipped, and it will have no material bearing on the plot. It’s no plot, just sex the whole way down... Follow the links below...

Chainsmoking His Love 15A: The Fifteenth, Split Cigarette

Chainsmoking His Love 15B: The Fifteenth, Shared Cigarette

chapter 16

[oxygenbefore1775]

for all the people out there who missed Zeke in the recent trailer

just know that the speaking lines that Armin says during that are all addressed to Zeke

so technically hes also in the trailer, but just off-screen listening to Armin

[fandomfloozy]

Actual, in real time reaction photo of me

Stressball

Pairing: Zeke x reading

cw: free use, cisfem reader with feminine nicknames , power dynamics, cigarettes, female receiving oral, choking, overstimulation, rough sex, degradation, praise, reader has pubic hair, biting, Zeke is mean. breeding kink

A/N: idk just enjoy yourself

The terms of your arrangement have been clear since the beginning.

“You live here for free. I take care of your food and give you a little pocket change.” Zeke pulls hard from his cigarette, letting you sit in the silence until it grows uncomfortable. “And all I get in return is unlimited stress relief.”

You stare into your reflection in his glasses. He exhales, letting the thin smoke curl into the air. “Drink your tea. I made it just for you.”

You obey, immediately bringing the mug to your lips. Zeke murmurs something under his breath and you swear you almost catch fragments of the word obedient.

“Stress relief.” you repeat. Zeke picks up the sugar dish by the rim, holding it out to you wordlessly.

“Did I stutter?”

“I just-” you take the dish from him, dropping a couple sugar cubes into your drink and watching them slowly crumble and dissolve. “What does that entail? I’m your personal stress ball?”

He smiles too wide to be innocent, “Something like that.”

Keep reading

[yeagerprincess]

been thinking about famous reader lately

✨️You started out in college, just playing around freestyling during one of your smoke sessions. You pass the blunt back and forth, hotboxing the car as you each take your turn on the beat. But what you didn't know was that one of you had been livestreaming and you'd gained quite the audience on your verse. Before you knew it, you gained a pretty big fanbase and ended up going viral a few times just from playing around in the studio, until a label managed to scoop you up after seeing a clip of you just playing around in the booth. By the end of the year, you were a certified artist, all while still attending college, making you the Campus' Baby Sister✨️

He's so fucking proud of you, he literally can't believe how lucky he is sometimes. He sits with you at the studio with this huge, dorky grin on his face as he watches you record. He carries all your bags, water bottles, coats, homework assignments, laptop, everything. He's such a fan, even if he is your boyfriend. He's just happy to be your arm candy, he doesn't care if he's not the star of the show. He's tuned into every podcast, every interview, every music video, he even knows your tour dates before anyone else does. He streams your music and sends you screenshots of his favorite lyrics or makes clips of his favorite moments in your music videos and live streams.

Toji, Megumi, Reiner, Jean, Onyankopon, Rengoku, Obanai, Tomura, All Might

He's obsessed. Lowkey, he might have been the one livestreaming the night you went viral for the first time. He's always been super impressed with your rapping. You'd even have nights where you'd stay up freestyling together before you blew up and he'd always gassed you up and ad lib behind your flow. Now, he's all in your comments everytime you post. "That's my baby 😍" "Just a sniff PLEASE" "I would let the world burn for her 🥹🩷" He's in all your selfies too and your fans are in love with him. You might have had to tell them to chill on him a couple times, and he always responds "Nah I'm good" underneath all the thirst comments for him.

Gojo, Itadori, Todo, Connie, Eren, Haganezuka, Sanemi, Hawks, Twice, Present Mic, Dabi

He's your biggest supporter and he has been since before you got discovered. He paid for all your studio time, filming expenses, plane tickets, everything you needed. You ended up not even needing to sign with a label and made a name for yourself without one, thanks to your big generous teddy bear. When you're not touring, he loves to fly you all over the world and plans out elaborate, romantic vacations for the two of you. He picks you up from all your rehearsals and meets you at the hotel after each show, no matter which city or country it's in. Your fans love it when you pull him on stage for a lapdance. Another one that you have to fight your fans off of.

Geto, Choso, Nanami, Zeke, Erwin, Armin, Levi, Gyomei,Giyuu, Endeavor, Eraser, Mr Compress

[snail-day]

House Plant

TW: Yandere Behaviors, Stalking, Mentions of Kidnapping, noncon forehead smooch, Gn! Reader

WC: 500 (teeny tiny blurb)

You always brag about your green thumb. It’s your go-to anecdote: plants practically take care of themselves, you say. All you do is let them bask in the sunlight, barely watering them. Yet, somehow, your basil thrives, your golden pothos spills in luscious waves off the shelf, and your Monstera unfurls massive leaves that seem to stretch toward you like hands reaching out for help.

A miracle, really, considering a year ago you couldn’t even keep a fake plant from looking dull and lifeless. You joke that neglect might be the secret ingredient.

But it’s not neglect.

It’s him.

The sweet man from the plant nursery you met a year ago has been tending your plants in secret. He unlocks your door at night, stepping in with the practiced silence of a predator. Sometimes he comes during the day while you're out, his fingers brushing over the leaves you let burn under the relentless sun. Normally, he wouldn’t care about someone so careless. But watching you torture your plants with that thoughtless neglect? That did something to him. Awoke something he hasn’t been able to silence since.

He waters them. Feeds them. Prunes them. Repots them into richer soil. He’s poured hours into keeping them alive. You haven’t noticed the subtle shifts: the fresh soil around their bases, the slightly different placement of their pots, the way the leaves glisten unnaturally as though kissed by an unseen hand.

You don’t even notice him when he’s standing inches from your bed.

After his nightly rituals, he lingers, his gaze tracing the soft rise and fall of your chest as you sleep. Sometimes he reaches out, brushing a fingertip along your cheek. Tonight, he dares a kiss on your temple. You stir faintly, and for a brief, intoxicating moment, he wonders what you’d do if you woke to find him there, hovering over you like a shadow you can’t escape.

He presses his lips to your skin again. His hands tremble, aching to take you with him. Wouldn’t you be beautiful, kept under his care like one of your plants? He’d monitor your every need—your sunlight, your hydration, your nutrition. You’d thrive in his hands, just as your plants do now.

But there’s a darkness curling around the edges of his thoughts, whispering promises of discipline. Would you thrive under neglect, too? He wonders what you’d become after hours locked away in the dark, parched with thirst and stomach clawing for sustenance. How long before you break, wilting and desperate, begging for his touch, his care? The thought is thrilling.

He laughs softly, a sound meant only for himself. What a pretty little houseplant you’d make. Beautiful, fragile, and entirely his. And like all good things, you’d grow best under his control—until your roots were tangled too deeply to ever leave him.

Perhaps it’s time to stop tending your plants.

Perhaps it’s time to tend to you.

Characters:

JJK: Nanami, Geto, Sukuna, Kenjaku, Mahito

AOT: Levi, Erwin, Zeke

BNHA: Tomura, Overhaul, Dabi, Hawks

HxH: Hisoka, Illumi, Chrollo

Other Characters I thought of: Light Yagami, Douma, Aki

[sturnsblogs]

CRASHING DOWN

Nick!Sturniolo X Tattoo!Artist!Mateo

Warnings- Quite a lot of angst.

—

Their clothes were tossed somewhere across the room. The sheets were messy, but warm. Nick laid with his head on Mateo’s chest, drawing absent-minded shapes on his skin. Their second first time had been everything the first one wasn’t—soft, slow, real. Mateo had kissed him like he meant it. Touched him like he cared. Told him how beautiful he was. And Nick believed him.

“I feel safe with you,” Nick whispered sleepily.

Mateo wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him closer. “You are safe with me.”

Nick blinked up at him, wide-eyed and full of something Mateo knew he didn’t deserve.

“I’ll be right back, baby,” Mateo murmured, pressing a kiss to Nick’s forehead before slipping out from under the covers.

Nick watched him leave, his chest fluttering in a way it hadn’t in a long time.

Mateo came back a few minutes later, holding something behind his back. His heart was hammering. He wanted this to be a moment Nick remembered forever—maybe so he’d stay, even after everything. Even after the truth.

He knelt by the bed, slowly revealing a small bouquet of bellflowers and a box of Nick’s favorite chocolates.

Nick’s breath caught.

Mateo looked up at him, eyes shining. “These are your favorite, right?”

Nick nodded, already buzzing with excitement. “Mateo…”

“Will you be my boyfriend?” he asked quietly, almost shy. “For real. No confusion. No more ‘just friends’ bullshit.”

Nick let out a small, overwhelmed laugh, swiping at his eyes. “Yeah,” he whispered. “Yeah, I will.”

Mateo climbed into bed beside him again, wrapping him in his arms as Nick laid his head on his chest once more.

“You didn’t have to get flowers, you know,” Nick mumbled.

“I know,” Mateo said softly, “but you deserve them.”

They lay in silence, just breathing, bodies tangled and hearts beating too fast. But neither of them said anything more.

Because for a second, everything felt perfect.

And Mateo didn’t know how he was ever going to tell him the truth.

Mateo had fallen asleep not long after whispering “I love you” against Nick’s neck.

His face was calm now, lips parted just slightly, one arm still draped loosely around Nick’s waist. His chest rose and fell with the kind of peaceful rhythm that made Nick want to stay in this moment forever.

But Nick couldn’t sleep.

He was too full—of butterflies, of thoughts, of Mateo. So he laid there quietly, fingers gently tracing Mateo’s arm, then—after a while—he reached over for Mateo’s phone on the nightstand. He knew the passcode. Not because Mateo gave it to him, but because he once caught him putting it in. Nick didn’t plan to snoop… he just missed Mateo already, even though he was right there.

He unlocked it and opened Instagram. Mateo’s page popped up automatically, his grid full of smiling photos, skateboarding clips, a few thirst traps that Nick secretly liked a little too much. There were pictures of them too—some recent, some older—but all of them made Nick’s heart ache in the sweetest way.

Until it didn’t.

A notification popped up at the top of the screen:

zeke_secret just posted a new reel

“bet update”

Nick froze.

He didn’t recognize the username at first, but it said “Zeke” and that was enough to make his stomach twist. His thumb hesitated. Then, almost on instinct, he clicked it.

The account was private, but he was already following it. And what loaded wasn’t just a reel.

It was him.

Well—Mateo. Sitting in some living room, wearing that stupid hoodie Nick always stole. His voice played through the speakers like poison.

“Bro, it’s not even serious,” Mateo laughed. “I can flick that shit off whenever I want. Nick’s cute and all but it’s just a bet. Don’t act like I’m in love or some shit.”

Nick’s chest tightened. His breath stopped.

The sound echoed in his head. “Just a bet.” “Flick that shit off.” “Not serious.”

He couldn’t breathe.

Slowly, he lowered the phone onto the sheets. Mateo still slept beside him, undisturbed, lips parted like nothing had changed. Like he hadn’t just broken Nick’s heart without even waking up.

Nick slid out from under the covers. Silently. Carefully. Like if he made too much noise, he’d break into sobs.

He pulled on his pants, grabbed his shirt from the floor with shaking hands, and slipped it over his head.

His eyes burned as he turned to look at Mateo one last time.

Then, with silent tears sliding down his cheeks, Nick left.

Nick didn’t remember the walk home.

Not really.

The tears blurred everything—his vision, the streetlights, the familiar cracks in the sidewalk. His arms were wrapped tightly around himself, sleeves tugged down over his fists as if he could hold his heart together by force.

The night was cold. Or maybe it just felt that way because Mateo’s warmth was still fading from his skin.

By the time he reached the front door, his hands were trembling. He didn’t bother wiping his face. He just turned the knob, stepped inside, and shut the door quietly behind him.

Chris was sitting on the couch, a bowl of popcorn on his lap, half-watching some movie on the TV. Matt was near the kitchen, sipping water straight from the jug, and both of them turned their heads immediately.

“Nick?” Chris called, brow furrowed.

Matt straightened up. “Dude… weren’t you with—?”

But Nick didn’t answer.

He kicked off his shoes quickly, head down, walking fast like he could outrun them if he just made it to the stairs.

“Nick,” Chris said again, softer now, more careful.

“Hey—” Matt stepped forward, noticing the way Nick’s shoulders trembled. “Are you—?”

“I’m fine,” Nick said, voice cracking mid-word.

But he wasn’t.

He made it halfway up the stairs before the sob caught in his throat, sharp and helpless. It broke out of him like a gasp.

Chris was the first one to follow. “Hey, hey—Nick.”

Matt was right behind.

“Please don’t,” Nick said, voice thin and breaking. He didn’t want to cry like this—not in front of them. Not when he’d given so much of himself away and had it all ripped out in one night.

But then he felt Chris’s hand on his back, and Matt’s arm coming around the front, and suddenly it didn’t matter how much he wanted to be alone.

Because they were there.

Both of them. No questions yet. Just warmth.

And when Nick collapsed into their arms, sobbing quietly into Matt’s hoodie and gripping onto Chris like his chest might cave in, neither of them let go.

They didn’t need to know what happened.

They just held him tighter.

They sat him on the couch like he was made of glass. Chris to his right, Matt on the floor in front of him, resting his elbows on his knees, eyes worried and locked on Nick’s face.

“Nick…” Chris’s voice was quiet, careful. “What happened?”

Nick sniffled, shaking his head like if he didn’t say it out loud, it wouldn’t be real. But the tears came back fast. He looked down, hands shaking in his lap, mouth opening—then closing again. The words got stuck.

Matt shifted closer. “Hey. You don’t have to say it if you can’t but—talk to us, man. What happened?”

Nick inhaled shakily and finally let it out in a choked whisper, “I saw a video.”

Chris frowned. “A video?”

“I-I was on his phone,” Nick mumbled, voice cracking again. “I wasn’t even snooping—I just wanted to look at his pictures and then… a notification popped up from Zeke.”

Matt stiffened. “Zeke?”

Nick nodded slowly, eyes glossy, heart pounding in his chest like it would bruise his ribs. “It was… it was his private account. I clicked it, and there was a video. Of Mateo. Saying…” He swallowed, barely able to finish. “Saying he could flick off his love for me like a switch. That it wasn’t real.”

Chris’s jaw clenched. “You’re kidding me.”

Matt sat back slightly, eyes wide in disbelief.

Nick continued, barely above a whisper. “I just… left. I couldn’t breathe. It hurt so bad, and I just—I didn’t wanna hear anything else.”

Suddenly, his phone lit up beside him, buzzing violently. One, two, five—ten messages in a row.

Chris glanced at it, eyes narrowing. “It’s him.”

Nick didn’t move. But the screen kept flashing, buzzing again and again until it was unbearable.

Matt reached forward and tilted it so they could all see the most recent texts flooding in.

Mateo: Baby please.

Mateo: Please answer.

Mateo: The video was before I even knew you. Before anything was real.

Mateo: I didn’t know I’d fall for you. I didn’t know I’d love you.

Mateo: Nick. Please. I love you now. I swear I do.

Mateo: I’m outside.

Nick blinked, lips trembling. Chris leaned in gently. “Do you want to see him?”

Nick didn’t know. Every part of him was cracked open, bleeding. But he also knew—deep down—that part of him still wanted to hear what Mateo had to say.

Even if it broke him worse.

Nick sat frozen, hands gripping the edge of the couch like it was the only thing keeping him tethered. His eyes were locked on the floor, tears silently dripping from his lashes, while his phone kept buzzing beside him like a cruel reminder.

Matt’s eyes didn’t move from the screen.

Another text flashed.

Mateo: I swear to god, Nick, I’d take it back if I could. Just talk to me. Please.

Matt stood up suddenly. “Fuck this. You’re not seeing him.”

Nick looked up, eyes wide. “Matt—wait—”

But Matt was already storming out of the living room, the front door slamming behind him before Nick could even finish his sentence.

Chris grabbed Nick’s shoulder gently, trying to hold him back. “Let him… just let him go off for a sec. He’s pissed.”

Outside, Mateo stood at the bottom of the porch stairs, wringing his hands, looking pale and anxious. The second he saw Matt, he tried to speak.

“Matt—please, I just need to see him—”

Matt didn’t hesitate. He stomped down the steps and got in Mateo’s face, shoving him backward by the chest hard enough to make him stumble.

“You think you can fuck around with someone like that and just come crawling back with flowers and a few texts?” Matt spat, rage twisting his features. “You think you can bet on someone like they’re a fucking game, and it’ll just go away?!”

Mateo’s breath caught. He held his ground, chest rising and falling rapidly, but his eyes were filled with guilt, not anger.

“I didn’t mean for it to go that far—” he tried, voice cracking.

Matt shoved him again, this time harder. “But it did. You made him love you. You made him feel safe—and now he’s inside, crying his fucking heart out because of you.”

Mateo stumbled back, hitting the car behind him. He didn’t push Matt back. He didn’t yell. He just stood there, face crumpling.

“I love him,” he whispered. “I do. I didn’t know I would. I didn’t expect it—I didn’t plan it. But I love him now.”

Matt sneered. “Well, too fucking late.”

“Please,” Mateo’s voice broke completely as he looked toward the house. “Just let me see him. Let me explain. I’ll do anything—anything. I just… I need him to know it’s real now. That I’m not playing anymore.”

Matt stared at him, breathing heavy, fists clenched like he was deciding whether to hit him or not.

Mateo’s voice was barely a whisper. “Please.”

And inside the house, Nick stood frozen by the door, watching through the window—his heart shattering into something smaller than pieces.

—

A/N- I know kier hates me rn 😇

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[glitteryvioletpomegranate]

Seriously for the next week if ANYONE wants to send over Christmas Zeke or Eren or even Grisha Christmas Fanfic recs please send them over!

And I can read Erehisu too

[cagesofgold]

eren jaeger headcanons <3

🎵teenage fever - Drake 🎧

His favorite way to unwind is to play with your hair. Due to having longer hair himself he’s grown accustomed to the different skill sets required to craft different hair styles, and actually, is really good at it. His fingers are lithe and nimble and are able to weave through strands with ease.

He drives an all black car with tinted windows, and has a polaroid of you in a photo booth with him on your first date in a plastic case hanging from his rear view mirror.

he also always makes sure to keep your favorite snacks in the car, as he’s a guy who’s bound to text you at 2am asking bout some “you up for a drive?” 💀

in terms of tattoos despite popular belief, i personally think he’d keep it on the minimal side. He’d maybe have some on his arms - or a sleeve, but he likes to keep them tidy. Although, he is one of those guys that would have that tiktok thirst trap spider on his chest or adjacent to his v line…..

this mf smells gooooood, he’s so paranoid about smelling bad because of Jean saying he smelt like a burning pile of bodies in high school and hasn’t been able to shake the fear since.

despite not being overly adorned in tattoos he does like piercings. He’s got about five on his ears and has a nose piercing but he always forgets about it.

loves reality shows. A few months into your relationship he noticed you watching them and acted with his full chest that he had no interest, yet as the weeks rolled by he somehow got closer and closer to the couch and before you knew it he was fully shouting over Lisa Rinna. (You’ve also seen him following over 30 housewives from the different shows on instagram…)

cannot stand metal music because he spent his entire childhood covering his ears from where it bled from under Mikasa’s door. (Otherwise he’d probably enjoy it)

he’d dress quite simply, mainly with blacks and whites and would sometimes mix and match with some red or green, but i don’t think he’s as ambitious as some of his friends fashion wise, but he still looks good as hell.

his favorite holiday is with out a doubt halloween, is some of this because he spent so long as a child building the most elaborate scares for the kids on his street? maybe. but he also likes autumn as a season so that has something to do with it.

doesn’t get along with his dad too well but is a total mamas boy. He visits her at least twice a month considering they live in different cities.

is a cat person, but when he was younger he liked dogs more as according to him they were “much radder” - his own words 💀, but as he got older and became more subdued he developed a preference for cats.

has anxiety that he manages to hide, he wasn’t used to being comforted and it took a while for him to fully open up to you.

despite smoking weed with Jean and connie almost every other day he still makes a dramatic scene any time Zeke lights a cigarette around him, i’m talking coughing and clutching his chest, Zeke’s standing there like this 🧍‍♀️waiting for him to stop his fucking shenanigans.

if you want to go out with Eren Jaeger prepare to be a victim of the sassy man apocalypse, because my god, this man is relentless, and the SIDE EYE on this mf is ridiculous. He could knock down an army with his sass alone.

takes good care of his hair, oils it twice a week and does hair masks in order to keep it soft and shiny. He can’t have his gorgeous girl going out with some guy with brittle, greasy ass hair…

goes to the gym but doesn’t like it very much. he goes most days for at least an hour but never posts gym pics on his instagram or anything, he just has no interest apart from maintaining his body.

cannot sleep without you. he can try, sure, but he’ll never be successful. Before you both decided to move in together he was at your house every night, nuzzled against your body with light breaths slipping from his lips, which sparked the conversation, why not just move in, you’re here everyday anyway?

tends to bottle things up, and if something is bothering him you will have to work it out of him slowly…but he’s trying, for you he’s trying.

his lock screen is a photo of you asleep against his chest, he just thought you looked so peaceful.

gets embarrassingly competitive in just dance, threw a Wii at Connie once because he made him lose a perfect score on timber.

finally, he loves stargazing, especially with you. He’ll take you out to a deserted street, a bag full of snacks and a joint as you both lay on the hood of his car, chatting about whatever comes to mind, and it’s at those moments, when his eyes focus on the slope of your nose and the shape of your mouth, that he feels a warmth inside him he’s never felt before. <3

[wetwaluigi]

sonic channel got updated and the deadly six have new character bios 👀 throwin em on here in case anyones curious cuz theres (a tiny bit of) interesting stuff (these are translated so take with a grain of salt)

EDIT: heres my personal translation of the bios, it could be a bit wrong but its definitely less wrong than google translate

ZAVOK: This character is the leader of the Six Demon Generals, trained by the legendary Master Zeke, and is considered the strongest warrior among the Zeti race. He is acknowledged even by his master, showing how powerful he is. Unlike another character, Zazz, who enjoys battle for chaos, this leader seeks stronger opponents to defeat, driven by a thirst for strength.

He is calm, intelligent, and precise in leadership, though sometimes forceful. Because of his strategic and commanding nature, all members respect him as their leader. Despite his might, he treats Master Zeke with great respect and always speaks to him formally.

ZAZZ: Zazz is a battle-crazed warrior who loves violence and combat above all else. He acts on instinct and aggression, often fighting first and asking questions later. However, when he is forced to wait due to planning or strategy, he becomes restless and impatient.

Despite his wild nature, Zazz has loyalty and respect for the other Six Demon Generals, especially Zavok and Master Zik, whom he acknowledges as his superiors. To them, he remains obedient and respectful, though he maintains his aggressive and reckless personality in battle.

ZOMOM: "He is the sabotage and demolition specialist of the Six Demon Generals.

He is known throughout the Zeti tribe for his gluttony. He loves eating so much that he cannot calm down unless he is constantly nibbling on something. When it comes to food, he has no sense of likes or dislikes—instead, he simply views things as either edible or not. Moreover, his definition is unique: he takes a bite of anything, and if he feels it is edible, then, in his eyes, it is food.

In combat, he makes the most of his enormous build, possessing such strength that he can obliterate everything in his path."

ZOR: "He is the intelligence officer of the Six Demon Generals.

He possesses abilities in intelligence operations that make full use of his stature and agility—abilities acknowledged by all.

He greatly admires the legendary martial artist Master Zeke in his youth and is utterly convinced that he himself is as strong and cool as his younger idol. His extreme admiration, self-delusion, and self-absorption often lead him to make bizarre statements, much to the exasperation of his comrades.

However, on the other hand, he is an eerie presence in that his intense self-belief can sometimes enable him to exhibit power far beyond his true capabilities."

ZEENA: "She is the information management officer of the Six Demon Generals and also serves as Zavok's secretary.

Possessing a cool, detached personality, she is a businesswoman who clearly separates her work from her personal life. She reliably carries out any mission assigned to her with a cool and competent demeanor, but she despises having her personal time interrupted, and she is uncompromising—she won’t tolerate anyone, even members of the Six Demon Generals, who disturb her private life.

Her hobbies include nail art, traveling, shopping, and more; however, she is currently particularly obsessed with nail art."

MASTER ZIK: "He is the advisor of the Six Demon Generals.

In his youth, he mastered all forms of martial arts and combined them with his innate psychokinetic abilities to devise a unique fighting style, earning him the title of the strongest warrior of the Zeti tribe and making him a legend. However, as he aged, both his physical strength and psychokinetic powers gradually declined, leading him to retire from active duty. He now lives in seclusion while training disciples.

Among his disciples, he is especially fond of Zavok, believing him to be an outstanding talent who could surpass his own prowess in his youth."

[starrdevereauxx]

The Session ( Part 2)

He walks over to her, reaching for her. She reaches out her hand, he moves it and grabs her by the neck. She instantly climaxes in his hands. He’s holding Dev his hands as she drops all over the tall grass.. he moves in close to kiss her cum covered lips.

And then…

His phone rings. Both bolted out of the trance they were just in by the sound of his iPhone going off. He still had her suspended in mid air, leaking her sweet nectar all over earth’s floor. He grabs a few drops from her drenched pussy, and moisturizes his lips and quenches his thirst, before calmly answering the phone.

Giving Dev full eye contact, he answers the phone,

“Hello honey, is everything alright?” Zeke says dauntingly.

Dev immediately tenses up.

“Honey? Wtf!?” She thinks to herself while her pussy is pulsating and dripping in his hands.

A sweet voice answers on the other end, “I’m sorry to interrupt babe, but could you pick up some food on the way home. I’m so hungry and I forget to get groceries”

“Sure baby, what would you like? I’ll get whatever you want.” Zeke smiles to adhere to her requests.

Dev begins to shrink. Zeke realizes this and pauses his call.

“My apologies, I can hang up with my wife right now. I’m so sorry. I don’t want you to feel a way.” He says OPENLY on the phone.

“You’re married!!? Omg put me the fuck down Zeke! I’m leaving right the fuck now and NEVER call me again. This is done. I can’t believe the things we were about to keep doing” Dev says, eye welling up.

It goes silent between Dev and Zeke. He gets ready to reply before he’s cut off by a small voice.

“Please, don’t stop. I’d like to see” says the sweet phone on the phone. “FaceTime me”

Zeke FaceTimes his wife without a second thought. Dev looks confused, intrigued but confused.

“Put me on a tripod, I want a full view” says his spirited partner

Zeke hands Dev the phone. Dev looks into the phone nervously.

“You’re gorgeous. Look at your freckles. If you don’t mind, I’d love to watch you finish whatever it is you were doing. I haven’t came today, and this just might do it for me.” His wife says as she removes her silk panties and pulls out a purple rose fully charged.

Dev still looking confused hands the phone to Zeke to place on the tripod. She falls to her knees in front of the phone, places her hands behind her back and bends over revealing her anal canal to Zeke.

Looking dead into the phone, Dev looks into his wife’s eyes and says “Talk me through it, please?”

At this moment you can see every single vein in Zeke’s erection. Zeke’s eyes become overcome with a joy you can tell he hasn’t felt in a long time. If I wasn’t to sure, I would say that he teared up.

Dev waits with anticipation of the sweet pain of having his dick fully engorged in her tight asshole. He kneels to meet her huge, thick, creamy, freckled ass. She fully arch’s her back, while keeping her eyes fully on his wife.

“Call me ma’am” Zeke’s wife says, as she shows Dev her wet lips as she uses her fingers to prepare for the inevitable encounter that’s unfolding.

“Yes ma’am” Dev moans loudly. Zeke pushes his continuous inches pass the threshold of her anus. He pushes so hard that Dev almost loses control of her left leg, he most definitely hit a nerve. He makes sure to fit his entire dick inside her hole before he pulls out to re-enter again.

“Don’t pull out yet Zeke, let her grip around your dick. Don’t take your eyes off me sweetheart. Both of you look at me, don’t take your eyes off me” his wife says as she’s literally leaking water from just this moment alone.

Zeke moans, tilting his head back in rapture. Dev’s asshole won’t let him go. Gripping him and literally milking him as he sits perfectly still in her cavity.

“Fuck her hard Zeke, take her ass from her. You like how he feels in you mamas?”

“Yes ma’am” Dev replies to his wife. Screaming hard as he’s ripping her in half.

Zeke starts to gain strength and motion as he strikes the captain Morgan pose on top of Dev. One foot in the middle of her back, the other on the ground as he pounds the fuck out of her.

In and out, in and out.. harder and harder, Zeke relentlessly takes her hole from her. Dev begins to smile and cry simultaneously. The pleasure and the pain have over taken her, the whole while Dev’s maintaining a full facetime conversation with Zeke’s lifetime companion.

“Clap…Clap…Clap…Clap” the sound of Dev’s pillowy asscheeks reverberating the loudest backshots you could ever hear in the middle of nowhere. Zeke’s large hands handling the tasks with all his might.

Zeke’s wife has placed a chocolate covered dildo inside her vagina, matching the rhythm of the shots he’s giving Dev. She placed the rose on her clitoris, moving in synced gyrations.

“Harder, please. Please. Oh my God please. Punish my ass, please” Dev screams out in excitement from the inside of her heart. She feels his dick throughout her body. Each pump of his dick, growing closer to ejaculation is filling her up spiritually.

“Fuck, I’m about to cum” Zeke exclaims.

“Me too” his wife moans.

“So am I! Where do you want him to cum ma’am?” Dev grunts.

“Turn her into a Twinkie baby, pour into that hole baby. Make it come out her throat” his wife says with a devilish look in her eyes, “Look at me as my husband fills your slutty ass up. Cum with us”

Everyone is moving hard and fast. Zeke is stepping into her back so hard that he’s turning Dev into a fucking landmark.

“Oooooohhhhh my gooooooddddddd” Dev cums hard as fuck into the grass. Zeke begins to yell as well as he overloads her ass with so much semen that she literally begins to cough. Zeke’s wife has wet up the camera and her bedsheets most definitely needs to be changed.

A lengthy sigh enters the atmosphere. All three of them are dripping from their brows and private areas that are now public domain.

Dev’s ass and asshole are creamed to perfection. She can’t even fathom what just took place.

“Take some cum out of your ass and put it in your mouth. Digest him” his wife says.

Dev does as she commands. Zeke almost instantly cums again just watching them interact.

“Kiss her Zeke, put your tongue down her throat, then kiss her on her pussy”

Zeke does well as he’s told and proceeds to give Dev the wettest kiss below.

“Now you don’t have to stop for dinner. It’s already sitting in your mouth. See you soon” his wife says right before she ends the FaceTime.

Zeke and Dev look at each other with almost an urge to keep going, but the end things there.

“May I tip you extra?” Zeke says with a smile.

“I’m not going to say no” Dev laughs uncomfortably.

DING! Her cashapp goes off, reading $2,000.

“Zeke, you don’t have to do this. You really don’t”

Zeke pulls her by her face saying “We locked in now, this is just the beginning”

He kisses her slowly, gripping her all over her cum drenched body, then walks away.

Being a photographer in Los Angeles, everyone is a “somebody”.

Today, it was Dev’s turn to be a star.

[oxygenbefore1775]

such a slut for weremen who shapeshift in a forward flip as opposed to a slow flowing transformation

[thatlovelywitch]

𝙰𝙾𝚃 𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙾𝚁 𝙰𝚄 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽𝚂 𝚃𝙾 𝙲𝙾𝙿𝙴 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 2

✨Falco Grice's cheeks have never seen a day of rest since he joined the cast. They are everyone's personal squishie or stress ball and they're always red when he goes home

✨ Levi has another signature other than the iconic cut: kohl. No matter the fit, his eyes are kohled on the red carpet

✨ Levi and Hange did a hit psychological horror movie together as the main leads. Theatre was shook, Tiktok was shook, Theatre was shook and people watched it for.....the amazing plot (the plot was Hange in a lacy black bar and low rise jeans covered in blood and Levi in the shower)

✨ Sasha has taken singing/music lessons since she was a kid, so she has a beautiful voice and can play the electric guitar, acoustic guitar, piano and keyboard. She has a music career aside from acting, and her songs tend to go viral Tiktok for cute trends. Her music has Clairo or Mazzy Star vibes, but she also likes it a bit risque so expect some softer R&B Kehlani type beats too. She tends to forget a lot of her fans are kids though LOL apology statements have been released (left a lip stick mark on an adult male fan's shirt and humped the floor while there were kids in the audience chile)

✨ Armin is THE SWEETEST EVER to kid fans like kid fans are his favorite and it shows. He'll always doodle a heart or sumn when he signs an autograph and you bet he'll go all soft complimenting the kid's mini plushie of him or their little Survey Corps cape

"Aww look at your cape yknow little buddy I had one too but it's not as cool as yours"

✨ Historia and Ymir. NOBODY has deciphered to this day if they're besties or dating it's that confusing and they don't make it any easier to guess.

✨ Annie and Mikasa call each other "wifey" and people try and start like imaginary beef between them like 13 year olds with too much time lol and all the while they're gossiping at award shows and feeding each other pudding or having sleepovers

✨ Zeke is a swiftie and he was the most EMBARRASSING CELEB MEMBER IN THE CROWD 😭 my brotha was twerking during more sensual or hardcore songs and he was getting drunk back there

✨ Erwin is NEVER dodging Captain America allegations he's tried to deny the rumors of him replacing Chris Evans since 2013 to no avail

✨ Erwin is a girl dad who keeps his relationship with his wife very private but sometimes he shares pictures of his life as a married man. The fandom will never get over him in a pink wig

✨ Pieck is a pretty privilege Tiktok lipsync star and we love that for her

✨ Jean and Connie did the Buzzfeed thirst tweets video tgt

✨ "Dude listen I've been goin to the bathroom with him for a decade now and it's more of a pony than a horse"

"Istg if yo bald head don't-"

✨ Eren Yeager reposts bad mafia x y/n Tiktok POV's of him

✨ Eren calls his fans pookie

[dog-park-dissidents]

Raleigh, NC: for every ticket we sell Zac and Zeke will upload a post-show video making out for 1 second per attendee. Bring your friends to make the thirst trap thirstier.

[persephozee]

analyzing all of the Ymir Fritz parallel characters

i will be talking about the big 3 (Mikasa, Historia and Zeke)!! obviously there are other characters with parallels to Ymir Fritz (namely Ymir, Dina Fritz, Eren to some extent, etc) but these are the main ones i'd like to talk about because their parallelism directly impacts the main storyline.

Mikasa Ackermann

Mikasa is NOT Ymir. I feel that is a made up statement meant to prove "Mikasa is the chosen one!!" like guys Mikasa is really cool and the people who think otherwise are not going to be convinced by a false narrative. The fact that she is not Ymir is the entire point of her character. She is what Ymir could have been if she possessed free will. Mikasa was willing to overcome her feelings of love and commitment toward someone who would hurt her and the world. And even if that decision may haunt her until she is in her grave, it does not nullify the fact that Mikasa saved her people from an eternity of suffering. Ymir was the opposite. Ymir was a bystander to the suffering of her descendants as well as the millions of people that would be killed by their thirst for power due to her undying "love" and commitment to Fritz. They are not the same. And that is a good thing.

Historia Reiss

I hate that the fanbase continues to pit Mikasa and Historia against one another. They are extremely different as well as complex, and ultimately every critique of them stems from misogyny. Anyway, Historia mimics Ymir in the way that her entrapment manifests through traditional expectations of femininity. Marrying a man who she does not love, bearing an heir for her people. I believe her name, the Latin word for history, is a foreshadowing of how she was forced to carry on the history and genealogy of the Eldian Empire. Due to her royal blood, Historia experiences a similar apotheosis to Ymir, being labeled a "goddess". We also see that as a child, Historia yearned for love in a similar fashion that Ymir did, albeit for maternal love while Ymir wished for it in general. I've seen a lot for parallels for Histora and Ymir, but I cannot recall them at the moment, so feel free to comment and/or reblog with more. I love you Hisu fans !!

Zeke Yeager

Ok so I am fully convinced that the fanbase's refusal to acknowledge this about Zeke stems from 3 reasons; 1. he's male; 2. he's not conventionally attractive; 3. he killed your fave. And that is so unfortunate because he is truly one of the most complex characters in AoT. Zeke represents how Ymir's lack of free will transformed her into a living weapon of conquest. Zeke's name also implies this; the translation of his katakana is "Sieg Jäger", which is literally "Victory Hunter" in German. Zeke did not want to conquer and kill, honestly he was not meant to, that's just a result of being placed into the military at age 6, and learning to receive validation by following orders. And his sadistic tendencies are clearly a coping mechanism. Zeke also experienced the apotheosis, but it began when he was born, with "Salvation of Eldia" and eventually evolved into "Wonder Boy". And Zeke being the favorite of the Marleyan military does not mean he always received positive special treatment. He was still dehumanized, just sugar coated by being a beast tamed by Marley/devil turned angel. His literal bodily fluids are used as a weapon. His very body is being used for empire that oppresses his people, killed his parents and metaphorically enslaved him. Just like Ymir. Zeke also obviously had the want to be loved. A common argument against Zeke being a Ymir parallel (dare I argue that Zeke IS Ymir, in a different body) is that he does not understand her when he confronts her in the PATHS, but I believe that the reason he cannot understand her is because he hates HIMSELF therefore hates HER and degrades HER. And if you need proof that Zeke hates himself, his very ideology (which he was groomed into) is a glorified mass suicide for his race.