#zeke thirst

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❌ Black Mail

WARNINGS: fem reader, nonconsensual, baby trapping, creampie, aggression, manhandling,  oral, blackmail, Virgin, bi reader, canonverse, degradation, semi-breeding kink, light fluff

WORD COUNT: 7.7k

NOTE: This is my first fanfiction. I may rewrite this fic. I have never been much of a  writer and am typically not really into fiction. (Aot is a rare one!) I have always been into royal history. And there are so many biographies dedicated to the sex lives of like Henry VIII and Julius Cesar, Catherine the Great, etc. 

SYNOPSIS: (Y/N) is a sexually repressed noble Marlyean girl. Who struggles with the guilt of her sexual desires and prejudice beliefs. She takes up new interests out of boredom and desperation and gets more than she bargains for.

 Her mother always told her she was too curious for her own good. She was always sticking her nose into others' business. (Y/N) couldn't help herself. Like many other women who grew up in the aristocracy, she was bored. Aristocratic parents had their daughters receive the same education as their sons. However (Y/N) knew she could not fully use her education to its full potential. (Y/N) family had intermarried within the Marleyan royalty for over three thousand years. as a result, she was gifted with a life full of excess and privilege. It made many things too easy for her in life. Too much excessive time on her hands. She had developed a different interest to subside her boredom.

 (Y/N) loved history and research; she spent many days and late nights researching and reading the history of her people and nation.  She aspired to be a researcher and historical professor; however, that dream would never transpire because of her sex and status. High-ranking women are destined to be a woman of great virtue from birth to death.

The first duty is to make a tremendously prestigious marriage. Secondly, manage a sizable luxurious estate.

And most importantly, to spend the rest of her birthing years having as many heirs as possible. 

The thought of her future never interested her. Only her guilty pleasures kept her interest. She had another love, another guilty pleasure she dared not tell a soul. The nobility of Marley was an incredibly tight, neat circle.

Everyone knew everyone. (Y/N) loved hearing the gossip and scandals of the other ruling families. The most salacious rumor at the moment spreading around the court involved a prominent Marlyean Duke. It was alleged that he had a bastard child with every Eldian woman he hired at his estate. His wife was forced to bear the humiliation that came with each and every child. These types of relations frequently happen. Prominent Marleyan men took willing and sometimes unwilling house servants as mistresses, over half of them being Eldian. (Y/N) had hardly ever been around many Eldians. She knew many of the Marleyan noblemen had children outside of marriage. It was an open secret. 

Most prim societies choose to turn a blind eye to such relations. However, there was unfortunate hypocrisy for Marleyan aristocratic women indulging in the same activity. (Y/N) had once heard a story about a great Lord's daughter having an adulterous affair with an Eldian man. She was engaged to an Earl at the time of this forbidden engagement. As a result, She later gave birth to an illegitimate daughter. The child had a slight eye infection when she was born, and the doctors did a complete health examination, including a blood work test. And the truth was discovered. The Lord's daughter, who received the most lenient punishment for those all involved, was sent to an asylum for shaming her family and husband. Her Eldian lover was tortured along with sentence to death. As for the baby, there are only rumors about what happened to her. Most likely killed as well or, if lucky, dropped at the gates of the Eldian internment zone. The Lord's family station throughout society suffered as well. Her father was shunned, and his other children lost excellent marriage prospects. The poor woman was seen as a whore nothing but damaged goods.

Not only did the Lord's daughter lose her virginity outside of wedlock, but an additional level of shame was placed on her for fornicating with an Eldian demon. Y/N) pitied the Lord's daughter. She was left to rot in an asylum. Many who went into asylums were never seen or spoken about again. Sexuality scared (Y/N). It could lead to a woman's ruin. But late at night, she could not help but try and please herself. She had never once made herself fully orgasm. She'd take her finger and do small laps around her hard clit. . She had somewhat learned how to please herself through romance novels. (Y/N) knew if she were caught reading such filth, she'd be punished. She couldn't help herself. She throbbed at the idea of being filled by a man. (Y/N) could only imitate with her fingers. She wanted so desperately to be touched in such forbidden ways. She was 20 and still unmarried. She was a high asset in the marriage market.

 Her parents kept her unmarried to secure the best possible match for her. (Y/N) knew she would be sold to the highest bidder. What if she was forced to be engaged to a man 30 years her senior? It was a common occurrence. Giving her all to a man possibly edging on erectile dysfunction displeased her. Why should that matter, she thought. Sex was only meant for reproduction anything else is a sin. She did not know what her fate would be, but she did know she was tired of waiting. Was the Lord's daughter tired of waiting, too, (Y/N) wondered. The Lord's daughter was not the only woman in high society who had lusted after an Eldian man. Once at a ball (Y/N) had hidden in a closet to take advantage of their drunken state and over here all the scandalous things they would say. 

The group of women had a reputation for being distasteful. (Y/N) had even heard that they practice witchcraft. She was so excited to hear about their mystically depraved lives, but she heard something different. Sex!

 Each woman went around and announced a man they'd wished to bed. Some admitted they wanted to bed each other's fathers, brothers, and husbands. Every man the woman named was forbidden. 

"I'd love to have mad passionate sex with Willy Tybur," one woman admitted

 (Y/N) could not help but shudder in disgust Ew. That man looked like a snake!

 "Oh, so you would have sex with an Eldian?" Another woman said, shocked. A third woman chimed in

 "I absolutely would fuck Zeke Yeager." 

Most of the women couldn't help but agree. Zeke Yeager, the beast titan ?? How could they be attracted to such an Eldian demon? She had never seen Zeke in human form but once witnessed his titan. It was nothing short of someone's worst nightmare, evil red eyes. Eyes like a devil ! she thought.

"I wonder how large his cock is"

 "I think the strongest man in all of Marley has to have a large cock” a woman said as she slurred her words due to being drunk.

The women erupted in laughter. "He must get so much pussy” 

"I actually heard he’s quite a  prude and aloof." 

"Oh, Boo!"

 "I'd suck his cock any day." 

Regardless of how much she thought these women's fantasies were hedonistic and vile! Her pussy could not help but throb. Since she was a teenager (Y/N  had always felt constantly aroused. While growing up, she befriended maid girls around the same age as her. (Y/N) would convince the girls they had to "practice" with each other to prepare for intimate moments with their future husbands. She loved fondling the maid's girl's breast as she kissed their soft lips. (Y/N) had even convinced them to play with themselves in front of her. Unbeknownst to the girls (Y/N) would also be under the sheets playing with her wet cunt. (Y/N) adamantly had convinced herself this was all for her future husband. She liked to tell herself she was not enjoying this but practicing. She was a great lady of the house by offering to teach other girls. She wasn't compromising her virtue in any way. She'd only have her husband be the one to touch her in her sweet private parts. Soft whimpers, moans, and their sweet wet spilling pussies the way they kiss her neck while they circle her little nums.

She "constantly" reminded herself she was not into any of that. These girls were just helpful, and she was equally beneficial back. Using all she knew from her Romance novels about how to "practice," She had helped three maids throughout her teenage years. The Last one is an Eldian girl. (Y/N) was curious. The girl, adorable, will probably be a mistress to an aristocrat in no time. At first, when she heard that an Eldian had been hired at her parent's estate. She was naturally disgusted. How could they let such a wench be employed and in the same room as her? In all her 18 years, she had never encountered an Eldian person. Other than when she laid eyes on that beast, Zeke Yeager. She vowed to stay away from the girl. This girl may have been beautiful on the outside. She was probably just as evil as the rest of her people. 

As time went along, (Y/N) boredom sprung up again. This girl was sweet and gentle. This Eldian girl's lips were just as tender as others. Her breasts felt just as soft, and her pussy worked in all the same ways. And when (Y/N) sucked on her nipples, her moans and whimpers sounded similar.

For the next two years (Y/N) had started to doubt what she had been taught about the Eldians. She later concluded that maybe it was just the men who were cruel, forcing their poor wives into submission. Marleyan men, too, could be so abusive to their wives. An Eldian man's treatment probably far outweighed the cruelty of that of any Marleyan. That made the most sense to (Y/N). But if that were true, how could the noblewoman sent to the asylum have such a passionate love affair with an Eldian man? Was she starved for affection? Did she become desperate enough to become lovers with an Eldian man? What had made Eldians and Marleyan such bitter enemies for centuries anyways?

 She knew that her family, for over three millennia, had been enemies and rivals with the Fritz clan. 

Her ancestors had written first-hand accounts of the Eldian royal family passed down through generations.

She wanted to know the truth! Were Eldian people devils? or was that all just lies? 

 (Y/N) spent her time deep in her ancestor's stored archives studying Eldian history and literature. They had such a vast, rich history. She never knew she could love history and research on people who were supposedly devils. 

 Eldian people were just people like anyone else, men, women, and children. (Y/N) concluded. 

She chose to focus more of her studying on the Eldian monarchs. Their cruel kings had forced them into centuries of violence and terrorism against the world. They were the true devils! 

The Fritz family had been oppressive, ruling all with an iron fist. They even tortured and subjected their own people. She learned they would take mistresses from all over the world, whether the women consented to it or not. These Kings were only allowed to take a mistress if he could fully provide for all her needs. Back then, Eldian society had thought a woman's orgasm was imperative for conception. These kings were cruel yet remarkable at pleasing a woman in all her needs. 

(Y/N) was brought up believing that sex was for the man's pleasure only. Sex is basically considered a necessary evil to make heirs. Women were not meant to enjoy the intensity of sex but to lay back and do their duty for their country. (Y/N) jaw dropped when she realized the stark contrast in sexual relations. 

In her mind, she thought of the Eldian kings as Hedons. She did not realize she was incredibly turned on. (Y/N) wanted to know more about these murderous, animalistic, lustful Eldian kings. She had to learn more! 

The remaining accounts were, unfortunately, locked in a library in the Eldian internment zone. This Library had been closed to the public for over a hundred years. She wrestled with herself. She wanted so badly to go. The true danger would be in the Marleyan soldiers. She knew she'd have an easier time coming in than leaving. She decided then and that night to go to the Eldian internment zone (Y/N), snuck out, and took a late-night train. She looked out of the window, leaving the environment where she grew up. The train began moving faster, passing the most beautiful modern neoclassical architecture and mind-blowing Georgian landscapes. 

As the train ride went on, the buildings became less and less stellar. It took over an hour to get across Libero. Till she finally reached the interment zone. The sky looked a bit cloudy. She noticed as she stepped out off the train. She looked over at the gates. Officers were guarding every corner of the entrance. It would be a scandal if she were to be caught going in. A High society Marleyan heiress conversing with the lowest of society. She had stolen her maid's armband and unique permission papers that granted her access to leave the internment zone. As she showed the soldiers her paperwork, she could not help but notice their faces of discontent. She was let in without a fuss. The weather betrayed her, and it started to rain.  

After about an hour, she found the Library. There was a small window that (Y/N) snuggled into. It was dark and dusty. It looked as if many of these books had not been touched in decades. She passed multiple genres. Till she finally made it to the history section. (Y/N) found the area dedicated to Eldian Monarchs. She didn't know where to start. She glanced over hundreds of book titles until one caught her eye: Oral History: of The Sex Lives of the Eldian Kings. She pulled the book out of the shelf. It was covered in dust and cobwebs.

She started to open it when suddenly a large hand above her snatched the book out as soon as she opened the cover. 

"These archives have been closed to the public for over 100 years, and trespassing is highly illegal and may even warrant a death sentence," A man's voice said from behind her.

 (Y/N) turned around, a tall, broad-shouldered man stood in front of her. She was shocked; she couldn't even say a word. (Y/N) thought she was the only one here.

 She didn't even hear this man come behind her. She noticed the man was wearing a tan Marlyean military uniform. Of course, a soldier, she thought, someone trained in espionage. 

"Do you have special permission papers to be here? He glared down at her with only a foot space between them.

 If so, I need you to show them to me before you proceed any further," He said with authority. 

"Well, I," she trailed off, noticing his eldian armband. 

It wasn't yellow like the others but red, so he must be a warrior, a titan shifter. She grabbed his arm for further inspection to confirm what she was seeing. She looked up at the man. He stared back at her with annoyance waiting for her to speak. She could not help but notice an oval face with high cheekbones and a square-shaped jaw. His mid-sized muscular frame. He had golden skin and hair. And his eyes were large & blue. He is exceptionally handsome. This must be him. This must be the beast titan. She expected to see a devil, but she could only see a beautiful, alluring man staring back at her. He had such a sweet mouth that she could not help but admire them. She was in disbelief. As a result, she reached up and placed her hand on his thick lips. He interrupted her deep thoughts. 

"Can I have my arm back now? 

 

She was still holding a tight grip on him.

Are you going to speak or just stare at me all day?" he said in a low, threatening tone. 

The utter embarrassment had finally pushed her to speak. 

"Yes, hello, I'm a university student, and I was just doing a little research here. I am sorry I did not seek your permission before looking through the Library," (Y/N) said with a very shaken voice. 

He studied her face. "May I ask what you are doing here as well?" she asked. 

 "I'm a part of a particular unit in the military. I was granted special access to these archives to study ancient titan history to improve Marlyean warfare." 

He had a moment of silence, gathering his thoughts. 

"As far as I know, I am the only person who has been granted permission to be here. Let me see your papers. "He had his hand out.

She pulled out her previous Eldian maid's papers and handed them to him" He smirked. 

"You really expect me to fall for this? Do you think I am an idiot?" he chuckled slightly."

 "Give me proof of your real identity, or I'll be forced to turn you in to the authorities, or I'll have to personally punish you myself." 

Frightened about what could happen, she took out her actual Identification. And handed it to him. He let out a burst of roaring laughter.

"A Marleyan trying to lie about their identity and break into the Eldian internment zone! Usually, it's the other way around!  I should have known. You even had your armband upside down! I thought it was because you were crazy! "

He found her amusing and kept humoring himself with her presence. He bent down inches to her face. 

"What is a little rich girl like you doing here in the interment zone? Trying to get up to trouble?"

 God, she had been hoping her prominent family's name would get her spared for trespassing. She felt exposed and incredibly vulnerable in front of this large man. 

"No No I am no troublemaker! Just a student. 

Why was she so nervous (Y/N) thought. 

 I really want to be a researcher. A real one! Without any unbiased beliefs, I'm just here to find books about the relations between Eldia and Marley. I dedicated an immense amount of time and research to the history of Eldia. It’s been a true passion of mine for the past two years. I hate that I was lied to my whole life about  Eldians”.

She gasped and covered her mouth. Did she just commit treason? Will he think she’s a revolutionary? Why can’t she control herself around him?

“And” Zeke said toneless

“ Ummm, judging by the red armband."

She stammered through her words.

" You're a titan shifter; you must be Zeke Yeager. I know the other warriors are very young, but I've read the beast titan is almost the same age as me, so you must be him  Am I right?" 

She said, rambling with anxiety.

He backed away from her and looked into her eyes, carefully studying her thinking and what to say next. 

"So you've heard of me," he said casually. He seemed arrogant and used to the praise.

 "Of course, everyone has heard of you! You're Marley's wonderboy."

 He grabbed the top of her soaking dress and pulled her so close their chests almost touched.

 "I am not very impressed with flattery." So did you come to gawk at the devils like you're in a zoo? A girl like you has probably never even been this close to an Eldian man in your life. Well, take a good long look. This is what a devil looks like," Zeke stated in a sharp tone. 

He seemed like he could care less about being polite. 

"I have never been close to any man like this. Honestly, I completely sympathize with the Eldian commoners" He pushed her back.

 "Sorry, I didn't mean it like that. There are Marlyean commoners too! Her racism had lessened over the years, But her classism did not. Her word vomit continued. This was awkward, and she could not help but feel utter embarrassment in front of this beautiful man. 

"Follow me," Zeke cut her off. (Y/N) was quite unsure about going any further with this man. She stood there, looking at him, unsure what to do. Even being alone with a man was considered to compromise one's purity. She looked out the window, and it was thundering and hailing. She had zero chance of getting home even if she wanted to. He chuckled, 

"You've gone mute again, I see." 

Before she had time to respond, Zeke grabbed her hand and began taking her with him. 

His basement was cozy. It looks as if Zeke had set up this room as his home away from home.

 "you must be freezing. I'll start the fireplace." Afterward, Zeke started to hand her books and papers. The books, reports, and letters were priceless information. 

She sat on the couch and Zeke at the table. She noticed he had a mini Library. 

"Thank you so much! You're being so kind to me. Why?" (Y/N) said 

 "It's always a pleasant surprise to meet an unbiased researcher. You seem inquisitive and empathetic. We need more people with attributes like you in society," Zeke stated softly. 

"What do you mean"

 "Most people walk around like sheep believing everything and anything said to them." Zeke's complement could not help but make her quiver 

His personality seemed to do a complete 180. He was warm now. Had he been testing her before? (Y/N) started looking through the books and documents he laid out for her while Zeke pulled out a Whiskey bottle. 

 Then handed a drink to her.

"Hmm, it tastes like top-shelf Whiskey, Yeager. You have great taste."

 "Ah, you're not as innocent as I thought." he chuckled. Zeke got up and disappeared for a second. He returned with a towel and shirt.

 "You probably want to put on dry clothes right now, and it looks like you won't get back home tonight. This is all I have to offer." 

(Y/N) began to unbutton the top part of her soaking dress, Zeke could already feel his male member hardened, and she had not even revealed herself yet.

 As she pulled down the front of her dress. Zeke did not mind seeing, but he wondered, was she this innocent? She probably only grew up around maids and nannies. He assumed she was probably used to changing and showing her body to her female household. She had no idea how to act in front of the opposite sex. His oversized shirt reached right above her thigh. Zeke could not help but look at how cute (Y/N) looked in his clothes. He noticed she wasn't wearing a bra. 

Zeke could see her nipples were hard. He knew it was wrong but could not look away, and Whiskey started taking his mind to other places. In all his 20 years, Zeke had not wasted his time on trivial love pursuits. And that included sex. It was hard. But he did not need even the slightest chance of himself producing a child. And the last person he could ever get involved with is a wealthy heiress from a Marleyan family. 

He knew the past of both Reiner and Annie. Both are a product of an illegal affair between a Marelyan and an Eldian. He knew Annie had been abandoned. Additionally, Renier's father wanted nothing to do with him, and his mother used him as a means to an end to get back at her lover and to receive an honorary Marlyean status. He felt nothing but deep remorse for his mixed raced comrades. It was already a painful life being Eldian, even more so being a child of royal blood or mixed race. 

To Zeke being a royal-blooded child meant to be used as a tool, a weapon even more so than the typical Eldian. He thought being a product of mixed-race relations only ensured abandonment by one or both parents. He use to not get how people could purposely conceive unwanted children.  He later realized people had primal instincts and needs that sometimes could not be completely controlled, even when the relations were detrimental to one's self.  Zeke had started to have a taste of it himself. 

Ever Since Zeke made a name for himself, All kinds of women and some men threw themselves at him. Whenever he'd be in different nations, he'd have secret light sexual encounters. It began at seventeen. He started by making out with women who were desperate for him. He did it more out of curiosity than pleasure. Well, that's what he likes to tell himself. 

Over the years, it has only progressed into touching below the belt; finally, last year, he had his cocked sucked for the first time. It felt warm, wet, and intense. The feeling of a woman's mouth sliding up and down his shaft at the right speed. He loved becoming more sensitive and cumming in her warm wet mouth. Some of him loved the sensations; another was scared and reluctant to take the next step. If he were to impregnate someone, all his morals and life's work would be compromised. 

"What inspired you to be into history and research (Y/N) asked. 

"The previous beast titan devoted his life to research. He was like a surrogate father to me. Well, I continued his research to honor him." She sat on a thick blanket in front of the fireplace, reading each book's synopsis. 

(Y/N) lifted her head to look at him, giving him a soft, reassuring smile. "That's incredibly sweet; oh, so that's how you acquired those historical documents on the Titans and the Fritz family," her speech became louder as she worked on her second glass of Whiskey. 

"Well, yes, some from him and the others passed down through the generations of my mother's family. "I am surprised Marely didn't force him into battle like all the others." She rudely interrupted. 

"Ah, he said his battle sheep was useless. "That's very shocking. You have managed to become Marley's number-one warrior with your abilities. I even heard you can turn Eldians into titans." She said somberly, 

"Honestly, I think he used that as an excuse not to be on the battlefield."

"You don't sound impressed by my abilities ?." 

"Being turned into a mindless titan is mental agony, well, from what I read." 

A slight pang of guilt hit him. "Do you remember being a mindless titan"? Zeke brought a chair over in front of her. 

"No, it all happened so fast" He wondered what type of information this girl had and where she got it. Zeke quickly changed the conversation. 

So what kind of information are you trying to learn about these kings, like how they fucked? Her face lit up.

"There's, umm, a lot of important information in there.

 "Like what? Learning what it's like to deep throat" He chuckled

 as he ran his hand through his golden wavy hair. 

"This is not the history of economics or medicine. It's about sex!" He exclaimed. He liked teasing this innocent girl.

 "No, and I'd never be so amused with such a depraved act!" she said defensively. 

"At Least try it first before making assumptions. 

"So, have you ever done that thing ."

 "Well, some parts of it."

 "Sex is only for reproduction, Zeke!." 

"Sweetheart, that's the last thing I would EVER want to do! Zeke said in between laughter. 

"Stop laughing at me. I'm serious. It is a woman's use in this world." 

"So much sexual shame. I understand why you think this way. Marriage for people like you is all about business and contracts, not sex or love. I should have guessed you're a Marelyan prim and proper princess, so of course, you'd be Prude" It's okay; I understand what it's like to be you somewhat."

Zeke stood up and began to pour himself another drink. 

What do you mean? (Y/N) ran over to him in haste. 

She was starting to feel the Whiskey.

"Your environment, your parents, feeding you propaganda so they can exploit and use your body for their own gain. I was reluctant, just like you, until I realized having sex is almost just like eating and sleeping you don't have to feel shame for your body and desires (Y/N)." 

"Why are you judging me" she felt exposed.

"Aren't you doing exactly what you are accusing me of?" Letting others exploit and use you, why else would you be a warrior.?Sounds hypocritical to me.”

"Turning things around on me does not invalidate my argument.  Have you ever even touched yourself?"

"NO"

He could not help but burst into laughter. Zeke could tell she was lying.

“Well, if you had, that makes you a hypocrite too.”  Is this how most Maelyan princesses are? 

I have committed many sins, and I still don't know whose life is worse, yours or mine."

She grew annoyed and angry.

"Well, what? You probably had sex with over 100 women, huh? I bet you’re a  man slut, just like your ancestors Zeke  (Y/N) said while laughing.

 "What do you mean" His eyes began to widen. "Zeke, I know what blood can turn Eldians into titans. My ancestors constantly referenced your people and their abilities in their private letters. You know, all those eldian kings had bitches. They fucked all over the place," she giggled. 

The alcohol had started to hit. Zeke's face turned to a frown. "I lived a life full of poverty and discrimination. If I had royal blood, don't you think I'd be living just as well, if not better than the Tyburs, maybe even you?".

" You're right, but I know the royal family hid after the great titan war. She threw back another glass of Whiskey. The drunker she became, the more her language and movement became uncouth. 

" You hid, right? God, that all must have been very sad for your family.  I feel awful for your parents being sent away," she said somberly. 

Zeke's eyebrows lifted. "So you've been studying me too?"

"Just a Little bit. I was curious," 

He smirked  “ (Y/N) I have no idea where you came to all these conclusions. You're drunk!"

 She laughed. She had begun pouring them more drinks. 

“You should lay off the booze,” Zeke stated 

 

“What ever you say, your majesty,” (Y/N) giggled. 

He scoffed

“ You don't believe me? Really? Of course because a poor eldian commoner usually always has not only priceless but even dangerous information if it falls into the wrong hands about the world's most influential family for nearly 2000 years. (Y/N) said sarcastically. 

 "The Blond hair, the blue eyes, you have your lineage written all over you!

 He smirked and took another sip of Whiskey. 

" Ahh, we both spoke too much tonight, didn't we? I am surprised that you are an actual researcher. Damn, you got me.

 He started to light up a cigarette. His eyes bore into hers.

 (Y/N) noticed he had become slightly angry again. He studied her every move like he'd do to an enemy on the battlefield. He then paused before speaking, strategizing what to say to her next. 

"Based on that book you picked, I thought you were only interested in how eldian kings fucked their bitches."

 "So you are not just a little fucking slut!" She didn't know what she had said to piss him off. She walked right over to him as he sat on the couch.

 "How could you perceive me as such a dishonorable woman? She snarled. 

She didn't care that he was Marley's most powerful man. She had to stand up and protect her virtues.

 "I was looking at this book because there was a crucial part to my research that had NOTHING to do with the sex life of a man, not only just a man but an Eldian devil!" She was doing her best to lie. 

She was so stupid. Why did she have to open her big fucking mouth?

 Zeke smirked. 

"So you just happened to be looking at a book about the Eldian royal family. And you, by coincidence, happen to meet one of their last descendants?? The only one left on Marley. You expect me to believe this ?"

He started to corner her against the wall. 

"Are you a spy?"

She went silent 

 "Are you a fucking spy?" he said a little louder. His voice was not loud, but it still was intimidating.

 "Of course not."

 "Okay then, so if you're not a spy, you must be some kinky bitch with a race fetish."

 He successfully managed to corner her back to the wall.

 "Did you come all this way so I could fuck the shit out of you, right? That's what you want. You want to be conquered by an eldian king and fucked against your will, huh? That's what most kings did to those women. I guess you are not a sweet virgin Marleyan princess after all." 

"No, that's not it at all. I had never even met an Eldian man before you, and I found you scary," I swear all of this is just strange coincidences." 

He walked away from her, not saying one word. He pulled out an expensive bottle of Champagne. And handed her a glass. "Cheers to us for cohabitating in the same room without wanting to hurt each other like our ancestors did for thousands of years." 

There's no way he was just over something so easy is this a trick, she thought. 

"I'm sorry for anything I said that could have offended you. I am a naive girl who doesn't know what she is talking about," she said.

 Zeke threw back all his wine. And looked her up and down. "You didn't say anything that offended me. Remember, I'm a warrior," He said while closing the distance between them and lifting her head with one hand. "I have killed many people, honey. It takes much more than some nosey bitch to affect me."

He kissed her like an animal. His mouth tasted of wine and cigarettes. Her body went into shock. She didn't and couldn't kiss him back. Her "practice" with the maids did not prepare her for a Man's taste. The girl's lips felt soft and sensual.

In contrast, this man's mouth felt built up of raw carnal desire. His strong arms began to squeeze her perky ass. Please," she said. "I'm sorry." 

 Her entire body came alive at his touch, both gentle and threatening. His hands fell away from her. They both struggle to catch their breath. She grabbed her wine and took a large gulp. He pinned her against the wall again. (Y/N) unconsciously kissed back.

She couldn't let this man ravish her. 

 "I'm sorry,”  in between kisses.

 She could feel his rock-hard cock against her And couldn't fight off his strong arms holding her hips in place. 

"I could never forgive myself if I gave away my maidenhood before marriage. While gasping for breath. 

"I could ruin everything my family has worked for" He looked down at her.

"What else am I to do then?"

The question caught her off guard. 

"How about this? Let's make a deal. You've got two options "one, I either kill you, or two, break you in?" 

She knew he wasn't lying. 

“ hm, why no, uh,” she said softly, unable to form a sentence. 

He's technically a mass murderer. Before she could respond adequately, He put a finger in her panties and then lightly on her lips. Zeke began to chuckle. 

Aww, you're already soaked down here. Maybe you want me to the fuck the shit out of you (Y/N)."

She could only just stare into his deep blue eyes. (Y/N) felt conflicted and ashamed of herself. 

She felt more shame and fear for how horny she felt than the actuality of losing her virginity to Zeke and not her future husband.

Before she could answer, he shut her up with a passionate kiss. And proceeded to take off her clothes. And pushed her back onto the couch. He laid on top of her nude body. While still having his warrior's uniform on. He went back to feverishly kissing her. She groaned indirectly with desire. He forced his tongue down her throat. She was struggling not to instinctively dry hump and kiss him back. 

His body was so much larger than her feminine frame. Zeke continued to lay kisses down her body. He then finally made his face toward her part. He glared at her sex. 

He took a finger and gently felt her lips. He stuck two fingers in her hole. When he took his fingers out of her, they were incredibly wet. How could this be her body betraying her?

Zeke slowly began to rub her clit. She begrudgingly let out a small moan. He began to speed up through her broken soft cries. 

"Why are you doing this to me, Zeke?" she moaned.

 "Why," Zeke said as he continued to play with her cunt. 

Zeke knew he'd have to resort to all sorts of morality crimes the moment he inherited the beast titan; taking advantage of a woman was not one of them. He had to do it, he reasoned. 

It's too late to jeopardize everything he worked for. 

Zeke came to her ear as he continued pumping his large hand in and out of her warm pussy. "If word were to get out about my lineage, I would be forced to breed like cattle and watch my children being used as weapons of mass destruction." 

"uhh," (Y/N) could not help but let out a pleasurable moan. I got you intoxicated, so you opened up to me, and I could figure out your motives. I don't think you're a spy (Y/N); you are just a naive virgin slut” "I'm sorry (Y/N). He forced his fingers in and out of her.

 "So you're blackmailing me then ??!!" she let out a whimper. Zeke ignored her. He then sat (Y/N) on the couch in a regular position. He dropped down to his knees and pulled her lower body towards the opening of his mouth.

 "What a sweet, obedient girl," he purred. He was delighted that (Y/N) opened her legs wide just for him. Zeke began teasing her, returning to her thighs and giving her great kisses. (Y/N) was so cute and sexy as she looked down nervously with desire. He wanted to show her good oral affection. Zeke gently and slowly kissed her labia.  Then lightly licked her clit.

She had no idea what he was doing. She never imagined having a man's face in her crotch. It was mortifying. mouths and genitals? Good lord, how would she ever get past the shame around it? what was the purpose of this? She pees down here!

(Y/N) embarrassment and confusion started to vanish. 

She let out a giggle. It tickled.

 He buried his face into her crotch. Flickering his tongue around her throbbing clit as slowly as he could, he was in no hurry. Zeke was determined to make this situation as sexually pleasing for her as he could.

 He pulled his face up to look at her. She was all over him “

(Y/N) your pussy taste so fucking good.”

 She could not help but feel incredibly turned on by that remark. Zeke was no longer pinning her against the couch; she could get up and try to run. The tickling sensation was warmth and wetness. As his licking progressed, it felt heavenly. (Y/N) looked down and made eye contact with Zeke.

"fuck"

(Y/N) had begun to feel light butterflies in her stomach. Her first orgasm came unexpectedly. Her head fell back with immense pleasure; Zeke began to speed up the pace. 

She threaded her fingers in between his golden locks. Zeke began to use his fingers once again. She tried her hardest to muffle her moans. She didn't want him to know she was enjoying every minute of him pleasuring her. He then began to tongue fuck her tight pussy. (Y/N) did not understand what was happening to her. Such a large amount of liquid began to pour off her cunt, down her legs, and onto Zeke's face. Who knew this could feel so amazing. 

Zeke would moan as he continued to make out with her sweet cunt. She bucked her hips for more. She was going to keep fucking this smug bastard's mouth until she could not anymore. Her build-up continues to get higher and higher. At this point, she could not cover up her sweet moans. . Zeke could tell by her whimpers and moans that her climax was soon. Sucking and licking her, savoring her taste. (Y/N) let out a scream. 

And released her cum all over Zeke's face. She struggled to catch her breath. She looked at Zeke in between her legs. He smiled and then started to take off his uniform Till she could see everything about him. Tall, muscular, and with plenty of abs. He stood right in front of her as she sat in the same position on the couch.

 "Come to the edge of the couch," he demanded. She was to face Zeke's dick. Huh, those ladies had been right about suspecting it was big, she thought, "Suck on it" She was too far in and obliged to his command, 

 "the head. Slowly circle with your tongue (Y/N)" The tip is very soft. She licked lower, beneath the head, down one side of the shaft, and then the other. "Grab my shaft tightly with your hands, push back and forth while sloppy sucking my head. She liked having his part in her mouth too.

" He knew he had to instruct her. He grabbed her hair and made her look up at him while in action. He started to buckle his hip fucking her mouth. He moaned, "You like it, huh? you like being my little concubine, my whore! "

Stop," he said. Had she done something wrong, she thought, "Lay back down on the blanket in front of the fireplace and spread your legs." He demanded. " (Y/N) nervously did as Zeke commanded. 

Zeke lay on top of her. He could not help but feel aroused by feeling her petite body underneath his large frame.  He grabbed her face. “You are hardly putting up a fight (Y/N). It surprised her as well. Zeke pushed himself in between her legs fully. He lined his rock-hard cock to her cunt. . "Please pull out once you're finished. 

"Why?" he said with lust in his eyes. 

"Because I could get pregnant."

 "Maybe I want to get you pregnant." 

He pressed against her hymen and shoved himself in her all at once.

 Their sloppy, sweaty bodies connected to someone for the first time. Zeke slowly thrust himself all the way into her wet warm tight pussy. He let out a deep sigh and slightly lowered himself. "Fuck, you feel amazing," he said in a low, breathy tone had barely been inside and felt he could spill himself at any moment. He began to thrust in and out of her. (Y/N) wrapped her arms instantly across Zeke's shoulders. "Oh my god, "she said in a low, breathy tone. 

She could feel his long shaft hitting up her G spot. (Y/N) could not help but look Zeke straight in the face as he demolished her cunt. His facial expressions turned her on. The more Zeke shoved, the more her juices burst out of her. She began whimpering. Zeke enjoyed fucking and conquering this sweet innocent little girl's pussy. He could feel her walls clenching around him and started to climax 

 "I'm gonna cum," he said. 

“Pull out, please.”

He kept pumping her pussy. The panic on her moaning face satisfied him. "Beg more." 

Zeke never wanted to get anyone pregnant; however, he'd do anything to reach his goal. Well, that's what he told himself. It felt too good. He didn't think he could be stopped. 

“Oh my God, it's coming again,” (Y/N) moaned. She climaxed 

His thrusts became more frequent and uncouth, and he let out his large load in her pussy. When he looked down and saw his milky white cum and blood in between her thighs, Zeke was still inside her, exhausted from their excursion.  He secretly loved successfully spoiling this girl for the rest of her life. 

Zeke stood up, got a wet-washed cloth, and wiped both of their private parts. He picked her up, laid her back on the couch, and then disappeared for fifteen minutes. Y/N) really hated to admit it, but it was incredible. Her body felt amazing during and after sex. 

He brought in a warm cup of tea and a large blanket. She looked worried. (Y/N) looked up at his soft gaze.

" We are even now okay. You don't have to worry anymore." Zeke said quietly

She looked up into his eyes. “ Was I as good as the others?’ 

Zeke couldn't help but laugh. He assumed she'd be distressed about losing her virginity instead.

“ You are amazing (Y/N). I have to go now. Please remember to stay out of trouble. He stood up and kissed her forehead, and left. 

[daryascurse]

Chainsmoking His Love 14: The Fourteenth Kiss

Zeke Jaeger x Reader // follow #CHLZeke for updates // n.s.fw mdni

POV: second person, AFAB reader, feminine pronouns Chapter tags: seduction, nippIe play, fem receiving oraI, vaginaI fingerιng, finger sucking, praise, guided masturbatιon, sex, discussion of threesomes Chapter length: 3.1k

His movements are measured and slow, but his words are the frenzied, breathy weight of an alcoholic’s drunken ramble, as if each touch has been intoxicating him. Your hands, fallen away from his head, reach forward. You cup his jaw as he looks up at you. The curls of his beard are pressed soft against your palm. “Why do you want this?” you whisper. Zeke’s gaze is sharp through the tawny fall of his hair, eyes glittering in the low candlelight. “Because I want it for you. Because I want to see you feel good – the best.” His eyes stare through you. “Because I want to give you everything while we can.”

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If the time Zeke had been at the Mid-East War passed like a tempest, the days following his return were wrapped in the fair weather and languid waters of a gentle sea. He was busy, to be sure. Perhaps busier than before. The Warrior’s meeting chambers were closed the day after their return. Then the next, and the next again. If you were sweeping in the hallways or polishing the doorknobs, you would often pause to push your ear to the oak. Sometimes you could make out signs of life. A muffled timbre that sang like Pieck, a snarl that must come from Porco before Reiner’s soft thunder cut him off. If you were lucky and could linger long enough you could hear Zeke, his voice clear and low and ringing through them all.

Beautiful, clear-skied days.

He was spending the night now too, coming to your door somehow right before you were about to sleep the night after his return. Then the next, and the next again. But never in the morning, He stealing away in the dead, black cradle of dawn before the sun was born.

That didn’t matter. Because you still had the nights.

“Are you always going to be sleeping here now?” you ask, half-teasing as your finger traces through the coils of hair on his bare chest.

“I thought you wanted me to spend the night,” Zeke says. His voice rumbles with gravel into your hair, and he turns his head, offers a quick kiss behind your ear. “Was that a limited time welcome-home offer?”

He can’t see the giddy grin that flashes across your mouth as you tilt your chin down.

“No, no. You’re welcome here.”

You slide your leg over his, fitting decidedly into his body. You nestle into the crook of his arm, his hand stroking absently along the crescent of your thigh to your waist and back below your nightdress. Your bed is certainly not as large as his. And maybe that would be more comfortable.

“But,” you muse, “are you sure no one’s seen you in the morning? Should I – would it be better if we slept in your rooms?”

“You don’t even stir when I leave,” Zeke says. “No one starts their day as early as I do.”

You make a discontented sound. “Would you wake me up tomorrow then, please? At least to say goodbye.”

“I say goodbye. You’re just asleep,” he says, and his lips brush over your temple again. His fingers tap at your waist as if to assure. “Besides, I’m sure I can think of a better excuse than you could, if someone caught you sneaking so early from the Warriors quarters.”

“I can think on my feet,” you say.

“I know,” he says, and taps at your waist again. It tickles, and you squirm further into him choking back giggling breaths as he continues. “I trust you, I trust you. Can’t you trust me?”

“Of course,” you say, and lift your chin in a search for his gaze.

Zeke’s eyes are lidded and heavy. You lean back, neck exposed and lips beginning to part. He pauses a moment, reaches up to snatch his glasses to rest on your side table before acquiescing to your unspoken request.

His lips are soft, and so, so familiar. The days haven’t yet snatched your sense of wonder at how easily you had recognized his touch once you felt it again, once you tasted the salt of his skin and the curious curve of his tongue pressing into your open mouth. Zeke’s kiss slots in perfect rhythm on yours. A sigh escapes you.

“Mm?”

“What?”

Even with a few simple kisses, Zeke’s already, so subtly, shifted your positions. The hand at your waist anchors as he moves up, resting his weight on the other elbow. You toss your head back and narrow your eyes in a smile. “Nothing.”

Zeke’s eyes narrow like a playful narrow. His lips soon match.

“Tell me,” he says.

His hand slides to the small of your back and you’re resting on the pillows as he begins to kiss down your neck.

“No, nothing, just a little – silly – oh –” you say, and tighten your thigh muscles when he reaches your collarbone.

“Tell me.”

His thumb is at your ribcage. He strokes with the careful, caged urgency of clenched fingers. You stretch your leg, pointing your foot, stiff under the weight of his body bracing over you. You wish idly that he would just gather the nightdress under his hand into his fist and rip it high.

That’s where your mind should have gone. But something about it, something about this; the heat of his thigh on yours in the cool night, the bristle of his face on your delicate skin, the heaviness of his breath on the air –

Something about his body on yours and the way your thighs ache open for him makes you say it, as embarrassing as it tastes leaving your tongue.

“Just that – it feels right. Kissing you.”

Zeke’s eyes lift and he fixes his hooded gaze on yours.

You feel the warmth rise on your cheek and lift your fingers to your mouth. “Oh.”

“What?” Zeke asks, and you can’t decipher his tone. His shoulders rise over your chest, his knee between your legs.

“No,” you say with a nervous giggle.

He reaches forward, takes your hand with a gentle strength, and raises it to his lips.

“I don’t think kissing anyone else would feel so right,” you whisper.

Zeke kisses your fingers.

“No?”

You shake your head wordlessly, the burning on your face beginning to overpower. His kisses continue, turning to the inside of your wrist, down your arm until he can lower himself to your chest. His hand plucks idly at the dipping neckline of your nightdress. He peers up, through the shag of honey falling over his forehead.

“And when I kiss here, too?” Zeke murmurs, and his hand travels up to tug the strap rumpled over your shoulder down your arm. You arch your back to allow the fabric more slack, and Zeke tugs again. A stitch pops loose somewhere. When his fingers return to your neckline to tug again, your chest opens.

“Oh,” and his lips have descended again, gentle semi-circles of kisses until his tongue searches, licks, and his teeth close gently around your nipple. “O-ow!”

“Did that hurt?” Zeke asks idly. His breath almost tickles.

“Mm- n-”

“No?”

Your breath is already jagged, your abdomen muscles clenching as your whole body curls up to meet his touch. His lips surround you as he offers gentle kisses. Your fingers slide through his hair, pushing back at the temples. It encourages him. Soon his hand is cupping your other breast through the thin fabric of your nightdress, and he’s offering touches in tandem with his mouth.

“Ah -”

“That hurts? Feels good?”

“Yes, it – feels really good, Zeke.”

His name purrs from your mouth.

“Mmmm.” Zeke’s teeth close just as his fingers pinch your other nipple. You writhe below him and let out a light shriek of agonized delight. “Really good – I know.”

It feels like he could rub you raw straight through the fabric. It thins between his touch. Your skin flushes hot at his ministrations; cold at the lifting of his tongue.

“So wouldn’t,” – and he bites again –  “it feel better with another mouth to touch you like I do?”

Your fingers slack in his hair.

“Zeke. I don’t want -”

“You don’t want Porco, then you don’t want Porco. I said,” –  a kiss now to assuage, a gentle rub on his fingers that makes your nipple pebble beneath the nightgown – “another mouth. With me, touching you.”

His hand crawls down to find the rumpled hem of your nightdress.

“I don’t want to give you away or watch you. I want to keep touching you there, but I want to be able to touch you here…”

“Ah!”

“And I want to kiss your mouth. But I can’t do it myself, can I?”

Zeke’s moved down you, both hands firm and shoving the slump of fabric under your hips.

“So I want to give that to you. I just need some help.”

His movements are measured and slow, but his words are the frenzied, breathy weight of an alcoholic’s drunken ramble, as if each touch has been intoxicating him. Your hands, fallen away from his head, reach forward. You cup his jaw as he looks up at you. The curls of his beard are pressed soft against your palm.

“Why do you want this?” you whisper.

Zeke’s gaze is sharp through the tawny fall of his hair, eyes glittering in the low candlelight. “Because I want it for you. Because I want to see you feel good – the best.”

His eyes stare through you.

“Because I want to give you everything while we can.”

He lowers his face, letting your hands move – one to the back of his head, one on his shoulder, dappled with the shadows of freckles. His mouth is on you then, another gentle kiss to the velvet inside of your thigh. You squirm.

“I’ll show you. Touch yourself.”

“Zeke -”

“Put your hand,” he murmurs, kissing again, higher, teasing, “down on your cunt, and touch yourself.”

You draw your hand off his shoulder slowly and lower it.

“Let me see.”

Your breath almost squeaks out of you as your fingers hesitantly push, splay. Your thighs clench around the mass of his body between your legs, feeling almost too open.

“Good girl,” Zeke says, and he kisses you there. His tongue dances up, flicks at the edge of your own touch. You moan and begin to draw back, but Zeke’s hand clamps, firm on your wrist. He extends your finger and touches it to the pearl of your clit.

“Mmhmm,” he groans into you.

The fire leaps through you, burning and pulsing under his movement as he picks up pace. He angles his mouth around you. His hand lets you go, grips your thigh and anchors him down, but you keep doing it. You keep touching yourself as his tongue works around you. He runs his fingers along your folds, the dip of pressure and tension slack and then straining against your touch. When he breathes, it feels like your skin goes satin in the alternating heat and coolness. You gasp again and again every time he spreads you further in even miniscule motions.

“Good girl,” Zeke says again. “Suck.”

You lean forward against the pillows and take the finger he offers on your waiting tongue, tasting the traces of yourself before he withdraws to push his fingers into you. The touch is thick, the weight of maybe one, maybe two.

“I didn’t tell you to stop,” Zeke says. His breath almost hisses between his teeth. Your pushing has faltered without thought and you whine in your throat as you begin again in clumsy earnest.

The wetness that rushes forward at the tease of his fingers feels heavy, must feel heavier than real, because the sheets would be flooded. The small of your back is gathering sweat, the layers of blanket and nightdress pressed too hotly between your body and the mattress. You’re disheveled and panting with your hand plunged down between your thighs where Zeke laps and fingers at your cunt.

“­Fuck-”

Zeke lifts his head. His lips glisten.

“Your other hand.”

You know what he means, but he continues.

“Touch your breast.”

You lift your fingers. Your inner thigh aches, clenching, throbbing below his weight and aching to cross and close yourself in, to concentrate these sensations. There’s no trace of his saliva left where he kissed and gently bit at your nipple, but your skin is already sore from the touches. You pinch gently and your heart hammers faster at the heavy, needling shock that goes through you, so hot it’s almost cold.

“There,” Zeke breathes, and he half-steps, half-staggers off the bed to take off his trousers. Your knee rises in his absence, your head drooping back even as you try to fix your eyes on him in the darkness.

“Keep doing that.”

He’s stroking himself, gazing down his narrow nose at your artfully splayed form. Your lips part. Your eyes feel almost wild, focusing on him as your heart hammers below your touch.

“Ah,” you choke out. “ ‘S sore.”

“But does it feel good?”

“Yes,” you hear yourself say. The cooing of the admission almost unlocks another rushing sensation between your thighs and your knees jerk again.

“It feels really good, doesn’t it?”

Zeke’s voice is low and raspy. You whimper a sound of agreement as he cages over you. The blood in your veins begins to go hot and your heart is beating faster, faster, so fast that he must be able to hear it.

“It – does.”

His lips twitch in almost a smirk.

“Good girl. I want you to feel good.”

He’s inside you. You clench your teeth.

“That’s all I want – you to feel good.”

You can’t stand it, and you sigh his name in a breath almost like a song.

“Zeke –‘s so good -”

“That’s right, that’s right.”

You whimper.

He fucks you with a fervor, your hips canting up urgently in response to the hand sliding under your hips for leverage. Your thigh rises, muscle in a gentle strain to cross against him. He’s sinking deeper with each stroke. Your every muscle and limb aches to meet him, your hand sliding away in disobedience to grab at him and pull him closer. When he pushes deep, so deep it almost hurts, your fingernails bite at his shoulder.

“Oh, oh, oh!”

You wish you could scream. You understand, primally, for a moment – that if another hand, another tongue was touching you still, every shock of heat could continue, and you could still grab at Zeke and hold him close to you. You could cry at the teasing, taunting pleasure finally pushed through you and rolling through your bloodstream. And with each gentle shriek from your lungs, stifled as best as you can in thoughts of coherence coming half-formed and almost too late, it’s as if your calls speak to the desperation radiating from Zeke’s bones. He concentrates on you with grunts in your ear, sweat on his skin smearing on yours. He groans your name, the sound slurred and pleading.

“Fuck – ”

His hand clenches below your hip and pushes you higher into him.

“Oh, fuck!”

The ghosts of touches burn on your skin. Your pussy is swollen and flushed around his thickness, your breasts rubbing rawer half-clothed and brushing against his bare chest. You curl your fingers into his shoulder again and press at his arm.

“Mmmm – I – ”

“Hmm?”

“I’m – Zeke, I’m gonna -”

“Come for me, come. Come on my cock, you can do it.”

And he’s full in you as you feel it roar. It’s as if he stills, his arms columns of muscle on either side of you. His hair hangs down in front of his eyes and hides his expression, but his teeth are gritted with hot breath puffing between his lips.

“I’m, I’m, I’m coming -”

You are, coming hot and fast and throbbing. It’s as if the thickness and fullness itself was enough to send you over that sweet edge to release. Your fingers are bent and scrambling in awkward grasp. One hand is on his forearm, one on his bicep, and both pressing hard enough to almost draw blood if there was a risk you could hurt him. Zeke exhales again, firm and hot.

“Oh,” you moan, and Zeke’s begun thrusting again. It’s erratic and shakes you. Your grip slacks and the bed is shaking with the force of his chase. You moan again, his name and senseless sounds, again and again, until the sensitivity of his strokes becomes almost too much to bear. He comes then and the rush dances through you in a delicious heat, so good that your thighs clench and you almost, almost, come again.

It takes a moment to adjust yourself. You shiver and wipe him off your thighs with a towel as he pulls on undershorts. He comes back to the bed and helps your trembling limbs smooth the pillows and blanket. When you crawl in, nightgown falling innocently around your thighs and swimming in the sheets, Zeke tucks himself into the crook of your body and pulls you close with a hand over your waist. You can feel his heartbeat against your back, already calming and finding a steady pace.

“It felt good, touching yourself,” Zeke hums in your ear. It doesn’t sound like a question. You can’t lie in your response.

“It did,” you say, and can almost feel yourself blush. You turn your face into the pillow as if he could see in the dark. “You’re right, it did.”

You’re thinking of it again as he said it, and your hips sway against his thighs. The concept of no need to compromise, to have his touches and more and still clutch him to you. The abrupt tossing moves his hand but Zeke is not dissuaded by your acts of demureness. His finger traces along your arm, gently tugging up the strap of your nightdress that’s slipped in the motion. “Well, that’s all I want, is you to feel good. And I want to see you feel good.”

The word hangs in the air and you wait for him to continue, to spit out the sentences he’s clearly chewing on his tongue.

“If you don’t want it, I understand. I’m sorry about all the Porco mess, I really, really am. You know I am. So if you say no, in the morning, I won’t bring it up again. I just want to give you the world. I want you to know just how good it can feel. I want you to know what can feel right.”

Zeke’s voice croons. It’s soothing and speaks to the exhaustion in your trembling bones.

“Mmhm,” you say drowsily, your mouth still pressed to the pillow.

Your eyes are spinning closed. Sleep is calling to you quickly, and you think his last words are the beginning of a dream.

“I want to give you what I can while your world still stands.”

chapter 15

[undersero]

Zeke presses your shoulders down to the bed, one hand splayed across the middle of your back, as he pounds into your sopping cunt. Slick runs down your thighs and drips onto the comforter, while your overwhelmed tears seep into the fabric closer to where your face meets the blanket.

He’s grunting. It sounds animalistic as his hips snap viciously against you, his hipbones pounding your ass with each snap. Vaguely, you feel an ache in your knees and hips from keeping your bottom half up and spread for so long- but before you can consider this further, Zeke’s cock presses against a bundle of nerves and makes your toes curl.

Your whines are more urgent now as your orgasm bubbles to the surface.

“Zeke! Zeke!” You sob into the sheets, arching your back as the squelching between your legs grows louder, and you’d be embarrassed if it didn’t feel so damn good.

Usually, Zeke would mock your cries harshly, the humiliation of it all making you wetter- but he doesn’t. In fact, he can’t. His cheeks are red, eyes are blown and black and unfocused, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. He can’t make words, only breathless groans.

“C’mon, C’mon…”

The heat in your gut loosens, setting your body ablaze with electricity as your orgasm bubbles over and leaves you cumming on Zeke’s cock.

Your cunt’s spasms seem to awaken something in Zeke, and he quickly pushes you onto your side, holding your thighs apart as he dumps his orgasm into your hot, wet cunt.

Through bleary eyes, you see him, head bowed, huffing out labored breaths into your shared space. His lips meet yours with a surprising and unexpected amount of urgency and pressure, almost like he’s trying to kiss your teeth down your throat. After a moment of this, he pulls away, jerking his hips lazily into you once more, sighing in satisfaction as he does.

“Good?” He asks, voice hoarse and deep. It makes you shiver, and you nod, sliding your hand around to his nape and pulling him in for another kiss, one that’s slower and sweeter.

It’s a rare moment when you pull away, Zeke has a soft, loving smile on his lips and is looking at you like you hung the moon. You’ve seen this look before, but it never fails to make you melt inside. You wish you could take a picture of it to savor forever.

It’s true. Zeke does love you, even when he fucks you like he doesn’t.

[dog-park-dissidents]

Good dogs get chin scritchies

[blondeboyfriend]

[ AUTHOR'S NOTE ] Here, enjoy this old thirst where Zeke uses your mouth as an ashtray. [ WORD COUNT ] 440-ish [ CONTENT ] Dominance and submission, degradation, sadism, masochism, cigarettes (duh), Zeke calls you pet because of course he does, unedited because that's how I roll.

Zeke tries to hide his more sadistic tendencies, but you draw them out with such ease. You are just so sweet in such an enchanting way. Your eyes radiate a perpetual softness made to be sullied, and an overwhelming need to serve. It’s more than enough to send him spiraling. And it doesn’t help you have the highest tolerance for pain and a flourishing love for degradation. You were seemingly built for his sordid proclivities, a perfect doll he could manipulate and break.

There’s nothing he loves more than when you’re sitting on the floor beside him while he works at his desk. Eddies of smoke from his cigarette whirling about the room. Your cute little sneeze reminds him of your presence, briefly startling him.

“Forgot you were down there,” he says, patting your head.

You look up at him with a saccharine smile.

“It’s okay,” you chirp. “Sorry for making you jump.”

He adjusts his glasses, pushing them up the bridge of his nose.

“It’s alright. You are rather forgettable,” he mutters.

You stick your tongue out like a taunting child. It annoys him at first, but the playful and lowkey animosity makes his cock throb. He glances at his cigarette, making note of the comically long ash clinging to the cherry. His eyes light up as it inspires an idea.

“Want to make it up to me?”

Your gaze is pleading and desperate. “Yes. I’ll do anything.”

Your devotion is strong, so much so it surprises Zeke on occasion. He admires your commitment, how little restraint you show when it comes to pleasing him.

“Open your mouth,” he coos.

You quickly do as you're told, opening your mouth wide and sticking your tongue out. He smirks as he ashes his cigarette in your mouth. You swallow with pride before he even has a chance to tell you to. Your initiative impresses him. He goes to take a drag but you interrupt him just as he goes to place the cigarette to his lips.

“It looks spent,” you say, pointing at the smoldering filter.

“Thank you, pet,” he says, again patting your head. “Do me a favor and open that pretty mouth of yours again.”

Again you open your mouth wide, pink tongue awaiting his desires. His gaze sharpens and he pressed the cherry against your tongue. Your eyes water, but your will is steadfast. He twists the cigarette before tossing it into his ashtray.

“I’d make you eat it, but I know I haven’t fed you yet.”

“Yeah, like I love you and everything, but I can’t eat a cigarette butt on an empty stomach. At least get me some dinner first.”

[elronds-pointy-ears]

him looking at you from across the table 👀👀

[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

[malistaires]

Which of the w101 trees would be most likely to have a threesome with you and prospector Zeke? Bonus points for which tree is ~involved~ with Eloise in the meantime.

- SexyTreesAnonTM

omg hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii sexytreesanontm its such an honor 

bartleby 1000% because i mean. both of us have already been inside of him. multiple times. (unless zeke has the ability to travel between worlds on his own, which is certainly a possibility. the talent that man possesses is so.... sigh....) thats how that works right?

eloise and blossom have an extremely intimate connection. i have no further elaboration. god herself revealed this to me in the burning bush. she also told me that gloria kendrell is a milf.

[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

[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

[glitteryvioletpomegranate]

AI real life Zeke Yeager 🥵🥵🥵🥵.

What do y'all think???

[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... so I used old posts for the actual chapter posts so it wouldn't clog the dash. Follow the links below...

Chainsmoking His Love 15A: The Fifteenth, Split Cigarette

Chainsmoking His Love 15B: The Fifteenth, Shared Cigarette

chapter 16 (tbc)

[undersero]

Zeke likes making you cum while your lips are against his

[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.

[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

[angelinpiink]

attack on titan master list ࿐ྂ。

❥ quick note: content/one shots with a ໒꒰ྀི ⸝⸝⸝⸝ ꒱ྀིა beside are nsfw!(when not already specified in title— ie. thirsts are automatically mature content)

❥ historia riess

movie star pt. one & movie star pt. two ໒꒰ྀི ⸝⸝⸝⸝ ꒱ྀིა

meangirl! historia thirsts!

meangirl! historia x fem! reader | take notes (coming soon) ໒꒰ྀི ⸝⸝⸝⸝ ꒱ྀིა

fuck buddy headcannons

❥ ymir

fuck boy! ymir thirst ໒꒰ྀི ⸝⸝⸝⸝ ꒱ྀིა

fuck buddy headcannons

❥ mikasa ackerman

soft dom! mikasa thirst

personal trainer! mikasa thirst ໒꒰ྀི ⸝⸝⸝⸝ ꒱ྀིა

fuck buddy headcannons

mikasa finding your number in cheating! erens phone ໒꒰ྀི ⸝⸝⸝⸝ ꒱ྀིა

❥ sasha braus

greedy! sasha thirst ໒꒰ྀི ⸝⸝⸝⸝ ꒱ྀིა

fuckbuddy headcannons

❥ hange zoe

nsfw headcannons

❥ eren yeager

fuck buddy headcannons

sub! eren thirsts

ex boyfriend! eren headcannons

❥ armin arlert

fuck buddy headcannons

sub! armin x femdom! reader | dessert before dinner ໒꒰ྀི ⸝⸝⸝⸝ ꒱ྀིა

❥ zeke yaeger

fuck buddy headcannons

❥ reiner braun

fuck buddy headcannons

❥ jean kirtstien

jean x fem! reader | what you need ໒꒰ྀི ⸝⸝⸝⸝ ꒱ྀིა

fuck buddy headcannons

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