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AI real life Zeke Yeager 🥵🥵🥵🥵.

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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]

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

[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]

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❥ historia riess

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