#manipulative zeke yeager

[prince-charmless-nightlight]

Say Thank You

Zeke x Reader x Eren

dubious consent

P.s. Zeke is beardless for the sake of this fic....I know I'm sorry

Word count: 3134

Smut below cut

The evening started out as a normal evening between you and Zeke, a good dinner, wine, chatting about the day.  It ended up as it usually does in the bedroom, where Zeke told you  to take off your clothes and lay on your stomach. He took off his tie and sensually tied it  to cover your eyes. Slightly tipsy from the earlier wine, you asked what was he doing? 

"Oh I just thought we could have some fun tonight," Zeke said as he reached for the oil in your nightstand.

Being the sadist that he is he let the oil drip onto your back without warming at first. You squealed at the sensation put the sound quickly turned into moans when he started to rub the oil in, turning warm under his large hands. He sat on the side of the bed and worked the oil into the silky skin of your back, working out any knots that had formed. You were already writhing just from the back rub.

"You must have missed me," Zeke chuckled "You're squirming around and I've barely touched you"

"I always miss you when you're not here" you moaned.

"My sweet baby," Zeke leaned down to kiss your shoulder.

Unbeknownst to you another person entered your bedroom. The door, which Zeke had recently oiled to be silent slipped open and bare feet padded onto the plush carpet.  A hand touched Zekes shoulder and without missing a beat Zeke stood up and walking down to the end of the bed, 'he' sat on the back of your thighs. 

The oil bottle opened again and you heard his hands rubbing together to get the oil warm befor he took a generous handful of your ass and started rubbing it. You arched into the touch and the hand upon you slid into the crest between your legs, rubbing against your clit. You ground back and when you did a finger was entered into your pussy. It dragged in and out touching in all of the right spots.

If you had been more aware of anything but the pleasure you would have noticed that the finger was more slender and the calluses were different. 

After you were almost worked up enough to cum the finger left your body and you meweled in protest. 

"Come on baby, time to roll over," Zeke whispered into your ear.

You slowly complied, lulled into a state of relaxation. If you had been more aware you would have felt the bed dip on your other side as your loving husband kissed you, looming over your body. You reached up to remove the tie so you could look into his blue eyes. He quickly grabbed your hands and raised them to the pillow beneath your head. 

"No no, not yet baby," Zeke cooed 

"I want to see you," You whined

Zeke nipped at your lip. 

"Not yet, baby girl. Be good, there's more fun to be had"

You settled into the pillows to be a good girl, the pout disappearing under his stare that you could swear you felt without seeing it. 

Zeke smirked at your submission and leaned down to kiss you deeply. You both smiled into the kiss.

"Such a good girl for me," Zeke sighed against your lips "I think you deserve a treat. Remember what we talked about a few days ago, how I wanted to be less selfish for once and show you off? How I asked you if you wanted to have someone join us?"

"Yes," you whispered "But Zeke, I'm yours, I don't want anyone else."

Zeke groaned out his happiness at his pretty baby's earnestness. 

"I know baby, I, know you're mine," he ran his hands down your body "That this is mine," his fingers thrust into your pussy making you arch into him. 

"But you're such a good girl, I want people to know that." he removed his hands from your body, and let his lips travel down your chest to press kisses onto your breasts, laving at your nipples. Moving lower he kissed your belly button drawing a giggle from you and a smile to his lips. You undulated trying to get him even lower when he stood up. Moaning you spread your legs a little more before 'his' hands spread them even further and 'his' mouth lapped at your pussy. Shrieking at the sudden ferocity you tried to get your hands onto his head but he grabbed them again and put them under the pillow.

"Now now, be a good girl," Zeke whispered

Relaxing, you let yourself get carried away by the sensations, of the lips sucking your clit, the tongue in your pussy, the fingers spreading your lips.

If you had been more aware you would have felt the longer silky strands upon your thighs instead of the curly hair of your husband. 

That sinful tongue was taking you higher and higher and your panting was getting louder and louder. You were so close, the soaked fingers left your pussy to start rubbing at your clit. 

You screamed as your juices overflowed and squirted onto his face.

If you were more aware you would have notice the different timber of the "fuuuuuccck" that was let out between your trembling thighs

 Zeke sidled up beside you, kissing your temple.

"How was that?" he asked

"Sooo good," you said, turning your head to kiss him, surprised when you didn't taste yourself upon him.

"Aren't you gonna say thanks?"

"Thank you daddy," you whispered against his lips.

"Noooo, thank him," Zeke removed the blindfold and gently turned your head to the foot of the bed where you met emerald green eyes staring into yours.

Eren Yeager, Zeke's younger half brother sat there smirking at you, eyes twinkling with mirth, and face wet from your release.

You gasped and tried to grab for something to cover yourself, but Zeke batted everything out of the way. He held your hands in your lap so your chest was on display for his visitor.

"What? Zeke, what is going on?"

"It's quite simple my dear," Zeke patiently said "I wanted to show my dear little brother what a good girl his sister-in-law is. He was quite curious, I caught him staring several times."

It was true, Eren had had a fascination with you ever since you had shown up at the Yeager family dinner on Zeke's arm, your doe like eyes seeing nothing but his blond brother. You hung on his every word and that simplicity about you excited him. The night of your wedding Eren had gone home and furiously stroked his cock to the thought of you in that pure white dress being debauched. He wanted to be the one to tear it off of your body and to fuck into you. To hear your moans and whimpers as you were taken apart and put back together, just for him. But you were Zeke's, legally and physically. He grew to hate the sparkle on the ring upon your finger as you glowed with contentment from your marriage. Eren had started to come over for dinner just to see you, to smell your perfume, to bask in your presence as you revolved around Zeke. You treated Eren well, being the gracious hostess you were but you always made eyes at Zeke, not noticing the green eyes upon you.

Zeke being as observent as he was, noticed immediately. 

One day a few weeks ago, you had left Eren and Zeke in the living room with their beers as you went back into the kitchen to clean up. Hints of your presence were everywhere around Eren, from the cheerful pillows on the couch, the pictures of you and Zeke on the walls, the quiet clattering of dishes in the kitchen, the very air around him smelled like you. Eren had closed his eyes to breathe deep of you, his cock twitched in his pants and his eyes slightly rolled back. He opened them to see the icy blue stare of his brother, your husband, gazing back at him. Eren straightened up, ready for a fight but Zeke just smirked, slightly raising his beer in Eren's direction. 

"Give me a couple of weeks," Zeke said "I'm sure my good girl will come around to the idea"

If it had been anyone else Zeke would have killed the man who had looked at his wife the way Eren did but one thing to know about Zeke Yeager is that he really did love his little brother, although he didn't really show it. Since their father was rarely around when they were little, Zeke had practically raised Eren, molding him into his image. While they barely looked alike, they thought alike, they liked the same things, including you. Zeke wanted to make sure his brother got the best of all things, to him you were the best, and being a good brother he wanted to share his toys. 

That night after Eren left Zeke had casually mentioned the idea of another joining before turning out the lights and that was it of his talking about it.

That casual comment was all that led up to this moment, being on display, your thighs still trembling from the orgasm your brother- in-law had given you. 

You buried your head into Zeke's neck, moaning out your shame. He cooed at you, stroking your hair.

"I'm sorry Zeke," you wetly babbled into his neck "I didn't mean it."

"I know baby, I know," Zeke cooed "Don't worry, I wanted this to happen." 

You looked up at him with your watery eyes.

"Eren has wanted to see what I have for a long time now and me, being a good big brother, wanted to share, right Eren?" Zeke looked to the end of the bed where Eren still knelt on the floor, his eyes dark and searching. 

"Yup, I wanted to see that pretty little pussy," his eyes darted to between your legs where you clenched them together tighter.

Zeke laughed at your warm face. "Such a spirited boy my brother is. Now baby, go down there and thank Eren properly for your nice orgasm, be a good girl for me." 

He kissed your temple and helped you sit up, patting your ass to get you to crawl to the foot of the bed. He licked his lips as your dripping pussy was revealed as you crawled on your hands and knees to Eren. 

Eren straightend up on his knees when you got to him, face level with yours. 

You looked back at Zeke, biting your lip with indecision.

"Go on baby, give your brother-in-law a proper thank you"

"Thank you Eren," You whispered, brushing your lips along his cheek. 

You kept your eyes demurely lowered as Zeke crept up behind you. Grabbing your hair he pulled your head back so the could whisper into your ear. 

"Come on, I know you can thank him better than that"

He released your hair causing you to collapse back in in front of Eren. 

You straightened up again and looked into his intense green eyes. "Thank you Eren," you said before you leaned forward to press your lips against his properly, his tongue darting out between them to lick into your mouth. You could really taste yourself on his tongue as he overwhelmed you with his passion. 

He stood up and you let your hands trail from his shoulders to his chest, his shirt unbuttoned, abs glistening from sweat in the light.  His hands went from your face to grab onto your tits. Moaning into his mouth, you arched against him. 

Zeke chuckled behind you, his clothes having been removed, he moved your hair to the side so he could nibble at the back of your neck. 

"Her tits have always been so sensitive, but look what happens when I bite here." His teeth scraped against the junction of your shoulder and neck causing you to shriek and lean back against him.

"Interesting," Eren mummered, repeating Zeke's action on your opposite shoulder. This time you ended up with your head on Eren's shoulder, panting hotly into his skin. Looking pointedly down, Zeke silently directed his brothers hand to your  center where your pussy clenched around nothing after your orgasm. Your hips canted as you searched for friction that Eren was only too happy to provide, just keeping his hand solid against you as you rocked back and forth.

"Mmm so responsive, he purred.

"I tought her well," Zeke said, kissing the back of your head. 

He held your shoulders as he moved you to lean against his broad body. He put your thighs over his so he could spread you before Eren's eager eyes. 

Eren scrambled to take his clothes off letting them fall onto the floor, his eyes never leaving your wet hole. 

Your eyes were instantly drawn to Eren's hard cock as slapped against his belly button. It was an angry red color and a little bit longer than Zeke's with slightly less girth.   

"Ok my good little baby, be nice now and let Eren fuck that wet little pussy. You'd like that right? My baby brother fucking your little cunt?"

"Yes Daddy," you moaned as Eren snickered. Your eyes flew open as your face warmed from embarrassment.

"Dude, I knew you had daddy issues but you had to bring her into it," Eren laughed.

"If you're gonna kink shame, you can leave Eren," Zeke said, unimpressed.

You were curling into yourself and Eren took pity on you. He held out his hand for yours and you daintily let him grab it. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you, I actually think it's cute as hell," He kissed your hand and pulled you closer to kiss around your face until you giggled and tried to bat him away. 

"Am I forgiven?" He batted his big green eyes at you.

"Yes!" You giggled.

"Really ? Realllllllllyyyy?" He wiggled his eyebrows as you let out more helpless giggles while he tickled you. His hands moved all over your body as you giggled and writhed until his hands moved to your pussy.

"Yeah? I'm forgiven?"

"Yes," you gasped out, his fingers dancing over your wet pussy.

"Yes, I can fuck this little wet cunt?" He scooted forward and rubbed his cockhead against your clit.

"Yes, please! Please" 

"Please who?"

"Please Erennnnnn" his name ended on a shriek as he pushed into you. 

He set a brutal pace from the start thrusting in and out of your tight pussy.

Zeke leaned against the headboard like the lord of his domain, smiling beatifically at the sight of his brother absolutely railing his wife.

"Holy shit, she's so tight," Eren groaned "Do you even fuck her Zeke?"

"Every day and twice on a Sunday, bro" Zeke laughed.

You turned your tousled head to your husband, fucked out eyes meeting his as he serenely smiled down at you. He held out his hand to caress your cheek and you pressed a kiss into it on instinct. 

Eren suddenly brushed against your g-spot hard making you scream and your eyes meet his. 

He smiled, having achieved his goal of getting your attention back and leaned down and kissed you more gently than before. You draped your arms over his shoulders as you sweetly kissed him back. 

He felt himself falling too hard so he pulled out and guided you over to all fours. 

"Thanks Zeke, this is the fucking best pussy I've ever had"

"Only the best for the Yeager brothers," Zeke grandiosely said as he knelt in front of you so you could suck his neglected cock.

Your mouth immediately and obediently opened for him to push into you as Eren thrust back into your pussy from behind. You were jostled into taking Zeke's cock deep into your throat, fortunately Zeke had you trained well and you didn't gag, just some drool letting it's self out of the corners of your mouth as you moaned around your mouthful, Zeke moaning in response and appreciation.

"Oh my god, she tightens up when you moan"

"As I've said, I've trained her well, she lives to serve me and my cock," Zeke's thumb caressed your cheek where his dick was making an imprint. Your blissed out watery eyes stared back at him, not a thought behind them, just the way Zeke liked.

Eren's hand went back to your clit, rubbing harshly as your pussy tightened and pulsated around him, leaking around his cock.

You were jostled back and forth between the brothers, taking their big cocks from both ends and there was no where else you would rather be. Your husband staring at you adoringly, your brother-in-law moaning behind you as he took what he desired.

You could feel Eren's rythm falter as he got closer to his release, alarmed you looked up at Zeke who flicked your nose affectionately, lulling you back into your happy state.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Eren was chanting

"You can cum inside her," Zeke said, startling him.

"It's fine I give her her birth control every morning at 7 before I go to work"

"Fuck, yeah, ok, fuccccckkkk" Eren moaned out as he released inside of you. 

You tightened up around Eren when he came, making you moan and sending vibrations down Zeke's cock making him come hard down your throat. 

Both brothers pulled out of you after they were done leaving you to collapse onto the bed without their support. Utterly fucked out you could only tremble as Eren smeared his leaking cum back into you and Zeke lifted your face to look at his, your tongue automatically coming out to show his cum upon it before he tapped your chin, signalling you to swallow, a tradition of yours.

"Thank you Zeke," you said, ever the polite one. 

Before Zeke could prompt you, you leaned up on your arms to face Eren, who had gotten off of the bed to put his pants back on. You lifted your hand to touch his back, motioning him to lean down.

"Thank you Eren," you said, giving him a deep kiss before turning around and cuddling back into Zeke's open arms.

Eren grabbed the rest of his clothes and headed for the door. 

"Thanks bro, that was awesome"

"We'll have to do that again soon," You heard your husband reply before the door closed and Zeke moved out from under you to draw a bath.

You dozed until he came back and lifted you into his arms.

"Come on baby, bath time, I want to get you all clean before I fill you with MY cum."

As much as Zeke loved his brother and the fun that they had, you were his and only his and that would never change.

[aengelren]

S4 Eren:

[touyastearss]

Quid Pro Quo (Professor! Zeke x Student!Reader)

WARNING: age gap, professor-student relationship (reader is legal), manipulation, noncon, typical blackmail situation, smut, oral, humiliation

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“This isn't good enough. See me in my office later, Y/N.”

A familiar shade of red stains the page as your essay is handed back to you. There's crosses thrown across the page and entire paragraphs circled in bright red, small, with barely legible notes scrawled beside them. You can't read them, but you don't need to. You know what they say. What they mean.

Your heart thumps against your chest. You want to cry.

— —

You wait until late in the evening. The last thing you’d want is for anybody to stumble across the two of you. The grounds are silent, save for the rustling of the leaves in the trees as you walk towards the old building, and there are few lights to guide your way. But you know the route by now.

The oak door gets bigger and bigger until it looms over you, rooting you to the ground as you allow yourself a minute, like every other time, to prepare. To leave, to argue, to run. But the cold of the wind pulls you from your trance. You have no choice.

You don’t knock. He’s expecting you. He doesn’t even look up when you enter, silent at his desk, the scratching of his pen the only noise in the room as he writes. His jacket is off, hanging from the back of his chair, and his dark tie hangs loose around his neck. It’s a complete contrast to his put-together looks throughout the day; pristine, perfectly ironed suits and a smile. Now the top buttons of his shirt are loose, and you can see the dip of his broad chest as he leans over his desk.

You clear your throat, stepping forward into the room a little further.

“Sir.”

He looks up at you, finally, nonchalant as ever as he watches you close the door. He leans back against his chest, watching you through the rim of his round glasses. They glint as he speaks.

“Y/N. Can I help you?”

You don’t know why he does it. Why he makes you come here, makes you stand before him and grovel at his feet, all while he acts oblivious. It’s so unnerving, so sick.

He raises an eyebrow, leaning back into his seat and reaching into his pocket. The cigarette he pulls out is the same expensive brand he always smokes. He places it between his lips, balancing it as he watches you, expectantly. You swallow the lump in your throat.

“I’d like to speak to you about my grade.”

You don’t miss the flicker of amusement in his eyes as you speak, but it’s gone quickly with a puff of his cigarette, the smoke clouding round his face. He waits a moment, like he always does, and then speaks.

“I’m afraid the grades you’ve received are non-negotiable. I can’t give out any special treatment, Y/N. You know this.”

He waits, silently. You want to cry. His gaze hardens for a split second and you know you’re keeping him waiting too long for his liking. He enjoys a game, but he gets bored quickly.

“Please.”

He doesn’t speak.

You hate him. You hate him so much. You hate your parents for making you attend university. You hate chance for its unfair ways. You hate the way he touches you. You hate yourself for letting him.

“Please, Sir.” Your voice breaks, a singular tear trickling down your face as you avert your gaze from his face. There’s no smile, just a cruel, satisfied smirk at the way your body recoils from him as the words pass your lips.

You refuse to look as you hear him stand from his desk, watching as he leather Oxfords get closer until they're right in front of you, and you can smell the lit cigarette.

“Don’t cry, Y/N,” he cooes, voice soft and quiet in the silence of his office. His rough fingers come to rest on your chin, turning your head to face him with mock gentleness. “Pretty girls shouldn’t cry.”

He’s so close. You feel trapped. You’re drowning in a mixture of his cologne and smoke, a smell you’ve scrubbed from your skin countless times before. His thumb strokes your skin gently, and his touch sparks goosebumps on your skin. He lets out a soft hum, as if he’s so horrifically torn by the decision he’s about to make.

“You're putting me in a difficult situation here, Y/N.”

He waits a second.

“But maybe I can make an exception for you."

One more.

"You’ll just have to do me a favour in return."

He speaks like it’s the most gracious thing. Like he’s some saint. Like he's not bullied you into this corner countless times before. Like he won't do it again. You want to scream. Instead you meet his eyes, ignoring the soft smirk that forms on his lips.

Your line comes out weak, hopeless.

“I’ll do anything.”

— —

He likes to take it slow at first. You don't know whether the drag of his hands across your skin is for your enjoyment or his. You could take a lucky guess. The minutes he spends touching your skin set you on edge, eyes flickering to the door as images of the two of you being caught flood your brain. The risk is high, it makes you sick. He loves it.

He likes to tell you that what he's doing is for the best. That he's so much older than you, that he’s so much smarter. Surely only a Professor could know what was best for their student? He whispers praise and filth into your skin and tells you that you’re so good for him. That you listen so well. Like a good student. A good girl.

He likes it when you're beneath him. When you stare up at him with teary eyes and a helpless look on your face as he sits you on his desk. He parts your legs forcefully to step between them, guiding your head towards him. You don’t want to react to the feel of his rough palms travelling between the material of your skirt to the top of your thighs, but you can’t help but gasp as they enter you, curling and prodding at your walls.

He likes your skirt to stay on. The way it falls across your skin when he fucks into you, the material creasing beneath his grip on your thighs. The wood of his desk bruises your stomach with every thrust forwards, his thick fingers gripping your tits through the material of your shirt. You leave with bruises that never seem to fade.

He likes your reflection in the mirror that he fucks you in front of. Likes the way your nervous expression morphs into pleasure as he has his way with you. The way fear flickers across your eyes every now and then as you come back to your senses, the way it’s gone with the light pressure of his thumb on your clit. Your body shakes in his hold and he can only admire how perfect you look as you take his cock. So cute.

When you’re on the floor, knees pressing uncomfortably into the hard oak panels as his cock pounds into your throat. Your nails dig into his thighs and your whines are silenced as you gag around him. His own grunts are always loud, and he lets out a deep, guttural groan as he releases into your throat, pulling out just in time to taint your skin.

He likes you to say thank you, afterwards. To pick yourself up and ignore the shake in your legs as he places a light kiss on your forehead. To leave without a word.

And to return, as always, the next time.

[kaluaah]

rating attack on men cock with insane writers block

i wish you could add music to posts..id add brat

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Levi Ackerman 𖹭

Genitalia: Levi’s is on the smaller side, but it’s perfectly proportioned with a slight curve. He’s meticulous about grooming, so it’s always pristine. He’s the type to keep things tidy and controlled, just like his whole persona. Dynamic: Levi’s definitely a top. He’s assertive and precise, and he likes being in control. However, if he really trusts someone and feels relaxed, he might be open to switching. It’s not his default mode, but he can make exceptions.

Erwin Smith 𖹭

Genitalia: Erwin’s is thick and commanding, reflecting his leadership qualities. It’s not just big in size; it’s impressive in presence. He carries himself with confidence, and his genitalia is no different. Dynamic: Erwin is a classic top. He’s used to being in charge and taking control, which extends to his intimate life. He’s confident and decisive, and he knows exactly what he’s doing. You won’t find him hesitating or second-guessing in this area.

Armin Arlert 𖹭

Genitalia: Armin’s is average in size, but it’s sensitive and responsive. He’s a bit self-conscious about it, often overthinking things. Despite that, he’s genuinely sweet and attentive. Dynamic: Armin tends to be a bottom. He’s a bit shy and prefers to let someone else take the lead. However, with the right partner and when he’s feeling more confident, he’s definitely open to switching things up.

Porco Galliard 𖹭

Genitalia: Porco’s is medium-sized and notably thicker. He’s quite proud of it and knows how to use it. It’s not something he hides or downplays; he’s pretty confident about it. Dynamic: Porco is a switch, but he leans more towards topping. He likes being in control and taking charge, though he’s not opposed to switching it up if the mood and the partner are right.

Miche Zacharius 𖹭

Genitalia: Miche’s is notably big, almost intimidating, just like his overall presence. It’s impressive in size and perfectly matches his strong, authoritative demeanor. Dynamic: Miche is definitely a top. He’s assertive and commanding in all aspects of his life, and that includes his intimate moments. He takes charge and knows how to assert his dominance.

Eren Yeager 𖹭

Genitalia: Eren’s is average-sized but has a slight curve. He’s not shy about it and is quite confident. His more intense and driven personality carries over into his intimate life. Dynamic: Eren is a switch, but he leans towards being a top. His energy and assertiveness make him naturally inclined to take control, but he’s also open to switching when he’s in a more relaxed or trusting situation.

Jean Kirstein 𖹭

Genitalia: Jean’s is well-sized and nicely shaped. He’s confident without being arrogant about it. He knows it’s good, and he’s comfortable with himself. Dynamic: Jean is primarily a top. He’s assertive and confident, enjoying being in control. However, he’s also open to switching if he’s with someone he really cares about or feels a strong connection with.

Connie Springer 𖹭

Genitalia: Connie’s is average and straightforward. It’s not particularly standout, but it’s reliable and does the job just fine. He’s easygoing and doesn’t make a big deal out of it. Dynamic: Connie is a total switch. He’s laid-back and goes with the flow, so he’s flexible about his role in bed. He’s comfortable switching things up based on the mood or his partner’s preferences.

Zeke Yeager 𖹭

Genitalia: Zeke’s is bigger than average, and he knows it. He’s a bit cocky about it, which fits his personality. He’s not shy about showing it off. Dynamic: Zeke is a top with a bit of a manipulative edge. He likes being in control and pulling the strings. He enjoys being the one in charge and directing the action.

Reiner Braun 𖹭

Genitalia: Reiner’s is thick and solid, just like his physique. It’s well-matched to his strong and imposing build. Dynamic: Reiner is a switch but tends to be more comfortable as a top. His natural strength and dominant personality make him more inclined to take the lead, though he can definitely switch things up if the situation calls for it.

Bertholdt Hoover 𖹭

Genitalia: Bertholdt’s is larger than he might realize, but he’s a bit shy about it. He’s not fully aware of how impressive it is, but it’s definitely noteworthy. Dynamic: Bertholdt is mostly a bottom. He’s a bit reserved and can be shy, but with the right partner who can boost his confidence, he might be open to switching things up.

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m so sorry my writing is bleh as heck!! writing with nails is my hell. do not ask for floch i dont write about 1 inch shrivelled yucky cocks.

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[neesieiumz]

| ֍ ⸻ 𝙫𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙚 ⳼ 𝙯𝙚𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙧

「 synopsis 」 ⸻ zeke yeager is a good person, said no one ever

「 warnings 」 ⸻ 18+. minors do not interact. infidelity. lawyer!zeke. trophy-wife!reader. fem!reader. afab!reader black-coded!reader. reader comes from old money, has a wealthy family and has a huge inheritance. that's basically the whole reason why her husband married her. reader's husband is an OC named Michail Palakos. he's also very condescending to you. mainly Zeke's pov, but there is a transition from zeke's pov to your own but it isn't explicitly said. manipulation on zeke's end. pwp. cunnilingus. fingering. missionary. couch sex. bathroom sex. zeke wraps his hand around your throat but he doesn't choke you. hair pulling. degradation. he calls you a slut as well. multiple scenes and transitions, with dividers. zeke bends you over your bathroom sink. zeke had a plan and he finally got his platform.

「 writer's notes 」 ⸻ this is so late 💀💀💀, I was so lazy with getting this out. I did an exercise for myself to come up with fic ideas and this one and the professor!shunsui idea are the ones that stuck with me. it was originally named dianthus but it thought vespertine was a better fitting name for it. after I finish eren's part in gold rush and the next chapter of basorexia, that shunsui idea is definitely the next one

「 word count 」 ⸻ 6.7k.

Zeke Jaeger believes he’s a good person. 

As he sat around the small ballroom, overly bored out of his mind as he swirled around a glass of brown liqueur. The suit he wore was a tad bit too tight around his neck, and the bright lights were giving him a slight migraine. He let out an internal sigh, before laughing along to another joke one of the many old geezers sitting at his table let out. One of the many parts of his job he hates, pandering and pampering people who held the key to everything he needed and desired for the real parts of the job that he loved. The smile he wore was pretentious in nature as his eyes began to drift across the room. Lifting his hand, he took a long sip of his drink, before his eyes landed across the room. 

The lights reflected and shimmered against gold glitter, etched into the main hem of the skirt. His eyes moved up, seeing your beautiful braids trail down your back oh-so beautifully. His heart twisted as they landed on your wide smile. You held a drink in your hand, a champagne flute as Zeke’s eyes darted towards the hand wrapped around her waist. The man holding her close held a pretentious smirk, as he flaunted his wife off like a trophy, which to be fair, is exactly what she was meant to be. Her beautiful skin shined in the room, it was obvious she was meant to be looked at. 

Zeke took the last sip of his drink, before standing up, excusing himself from the conversation of which he had no idea the main subject of. He pushed past other tables, smiling, waving, and nodding at those who acknowledged him before making his way across the room. He gently excused himself past people deep in their own conversations. His partner saw him approach first, eyes lighting up slightly as he basically shoved past you to get to him, hand reaching out towards them. 

Zeke let off a smirk, before reaching out before pulling him into a handshake converted into a side hug. The person the two of you were talking to quickly gave Zeke a small greeting, before walking off to refill his drink. You smiled at Zeke, much softer and felt more real than the other smile you were once adorning. Hold your arms open, and you pull him for a hug which he reciprocates, placing a soft kiss on your cheek. Your grip on him slightly together for a moment before fully releasing, taking a step back. In doing so, your husband wrapped his arm back around your waist. 

“I thought you found these kinds of parties to be pretentious, Zeke?” His co-worker, Michail Palakos, spoke first. 

Zeke shrugged his shoulders, shoving his free hand into his pocket, “just reaching my monthly quota with the big bosses.”

You let off a giggle this time, covering your plump lips with your hand. The sound was sweet in his ears, it twisted his heart just a little. He wondered what other sound he could hear from you? What else could you show him? 

“I feel you on that, these types of things can be so exhausting,” Michail spoke, suddenly grabbing the flute of your handi and basically downing the rest before gagging, giving you the empty glass. 

“Ugh, I don't know how you women can drink things like that,” he complained, taking a step away from you. 

Zeke saw the way your statute deflated, hands clasping and coming up in front of you, stopping your fidgeting hands. He shook his head slightly, humming a little before lifting his glass, and taking another sip only to taste cold water. He blinked, before looking down at his glass, nothing but melting ice in there. Michail noticed his empty glass before turning towards you. 

“Be a dear and get us some more drinks, preferably something actually enjoyable.” he said before fully turning away from you, facing Zeke. 

Zeke glanced over at you as your mood only dampened, before turning away, and walking towards the open bar on the other side of the room. His eyes didn't leave you as you reached the bar until the man beside him spoke up. 

“This latest case has got me stressed, you?” 

Zeke shrugged his shoulders, swirling his empty cup, “I’ve finished my parts in it, if you need help with yours, it’s not a problem.” 

Michail let out a laugh, sarcastic in nature, hand popping out, slapping Zeke on the back. Zeke felt a level of disgust run through him as the man acted as if they were close friends. He only dealt with it, as he couldn't do much else within the firm. Heels clicking again the porcelain floors brought his attention back as he turned, seeing you walking back to them with two identical drinks in hand. You smelled of a luxurious vacation, of sweet honeyed neroli oil and sugared coconuts. It was intoxicating, you were intoxicating. You handed the two of them the drinks, smiling over at Zeke before moving to stand beside your husband. Michail took a sip of the drink, humming and shrugging his shoulders. 

“Least you can get one thing right,” he mumbled before taking another sip.

You let out a nearly slight sigh, straightening up your figure before looking at Zeke, a smile appearing back on your face. 

“So back to this case, Zeke,” Michail started, but Zeke shook his head. 

“Rather not talk about working during things like this, just wanted to come over and check in with you. We’ll talk tomorrow,” He said, taking a sip of the drink you brought over. 

Michail’s eyebrows quivered but still nodded in Zeke’s direction. Zeke began to turn away from him, but not before he reached out towards you, taking one of your hands, before placing a soft kiss on it. He could feel your hand tensing within his hold, glancing up at you, seeing your eyes soften at his gesture. With that, he bidded the two of you good night before walking off towards the exit. He finished his drink, handing it off to the servers ambling around the room, before escaping into the night. 

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He could only roll his eyes at the way Michail flipped his phone upside down after swiping at it for the fifth time within the last 45 minutes. It was quite obvious who was calling him, as it was etching into 9 o’clock at night. It was the two of them and some other associates, preparing for a big case. Zeke looked at him along with the other people in the room, all wondering the same thing. 

“You should probably answer it, if it’s important?” One of the younger associates called out. 

Michail only rolled his eyes, “it’s just the wife, wondering why I’m not home yet. Something about a dinner party tonight? I don’t fucking know…” he trailed off, mumbling at the last part. 

Zeke blinked, mind thinking back to you, the constant point on your face he would see you with. His thoughts only broke when the sounds of vibrations were heard throughout the room. Everyone gleaned down at Michail’s phone once again, before looking over at his face, flushed with annoyance. He picked up his phone once again, before suddenly standing up, his chair nearly flying back.

“Excuse me,” he mumbled before stepping out of the room. 

The atmosphere was slightly tense but everyone mainly focused on getting back to their work. Zeke was flipping through a huge packet, highlighting important information before the door flew back open. Everyone looked back up only to see Michail enter back into the room, hands in both of his pockets as he sat down, before focusing back on the piles of papers in front of him. Zeke looked at him for a few more moments, before rolling his eyes once more, focusing back on his work. He knew Michail wouldn't bother to actually go home to you. 

Three hours rolled by and everything was set, most of everyone had already gone home as it was etching onto eleven o’clock. It was only Zeke and Michail left, with Zeke soon reaching the last part of his work. Just as he finished dotting the last sentence of his notes, he heard a loud yawn as well as the creak of the desk chair before glancing over to his right and seeing Michail stand up. As the man packed up his papers, he glanced down at the watch on his wrist. 

“She should be asleep by now,” he mumbled under his breath, placing his laptop and papers in his bag.

Zeke said nothing, watching him sling the bag over his shoulders. Michail looked over at Zeke and gave a one-handed wave before heading off into the night. Zeke could only sigh, placing his pen down as he tried his best to relax his mind. As he did so, his mind began to pump fantasies of you asleep on the bed. What would you be wearing? A dainty little nightgown, riding up your beautiful dark thighs, or would you wear nothing at all? Zeke groaned, through his hand back as he began to palm his growing hard-on. He could see himself towering over you, drunk off of your sleeping presence. He imagined himself, grabbing at your legs, peeling them back, spreading them wide open.

He let out a groan as he envisioned your eyes fluttering open just as he sunk himself into you, stretching you out like so. Your melodious voice crying out to him, begging him for more, your hands digging marks into his arms as he pummeled into you. Fantasy upon fantasy amassing within him, Zeke could only let out gasp-like groans, throwing his head back as his seed spilled out, bleeding through his khaki-colored pants. Breathing heavily, moving his head back down, he could only let out a sound of slight disgust as he looked down at his stained pants. He stood up and began to pack up his own work, before heading towards his office for a change of clothes. As he pulled off the stained pants, his mind wandered back to the events that had just happened, how his reveries had overflown at that moment.

And how he has finally made his decision. 

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Zeke stood up straight as he rang the doorbell, before taking a step back. It was mid-day, and it was one of the few days Zeke decided to take. He tucked his hands in his pockets after glancing over at his watch. He heard noises getting closer before the sound of the deadbolt clicking, and the intricate door slowly opening. He found himself facing an unknown figure, one glance at her outfit and she was obviously someone who had worked for you and your husband.

“Yes, may I help you?” She asked him.

He cleared his throat, but just before he could speak, another voice cut through. He glanced up as your form peeped behind the maid.

“Riza, who’s at the door?”

Your eyes landed on his, almost immediately lighting up, “Zeke! What a surprise, come in!”

Once you said that, the maid stepped back, nodding slightly towards you before scurrying along into the house. Zeke took a few steps into the house, taking in the vaguely familiar surroundings. The last time he had been in here was when Michail had hosted his housewarming when he arrived at the firm three years ago, that's when the two of you had first met. All that time had passed by between you two and yet, it was his second time stepping into the three-story luxury mansion. 

His eyes locked onto your form, seeing your hips sway as you led him past the anteroom, towards a more casually designed, yet still obviously opulent living room. You wore a two-piece silk lounge outfit, the hems of the arms and legs fitted with tulle ruffles. Your hair was wrapped in a silk scarf, it was obvious you weren’t expecting company today. You gestured for him to sit, taking the seat two cushions down from him before looking over at the maid standing close to you. You told her to bring some snacks, as well as any bottle of wine that would pair well. Zeke tried to interject, but you were already sending her off. You were vague with your instructions, he noted, you must have trusted this maid very well. 

Riza, the maid, nodded before scurrying along, most likely headed to the kitchen to prepare what you have asked for. Once she was gone, it was just the two of you, and it strained Zeke to keep his eyes right on your face as you gave him a soft smile. 

“This really was a surprise, I haven’t seen you in here since… well since we actually moved in. I always see you at Michail’s work events and such… but never here. What brings you by? Shouldn’t you be at work right now?” You ended your spiel with a question. 

Zeke hummed, shrugging his shoulders a bit before leaning back against the back of the couch, “took the day off, my parents actually live around here, and was visiting them when I passed by your place. Thought I should stop by.” He lied through his teeth, his parents preferred to come and visit him at his penthouse than for him to come by. 

You hummed, eyes widening slightly, “From what I heard, you barely take any days off. It’s good to go and see them though. I’m sure they’ve missed you,” you smiled at yourself, turning your body slightly to face him. 

Before he could respond, footsteps interrupted you, the two of you glancing over at the same time, seeing Riza enter with a tray of snacks, along with a bottle of red wine and two glasses. Whilst you were looking away, Zeke's eyes looked towards you, trailing down to your exposed cleavage, the thin, shimmer-like fabric pressing up against your breasts. 

The sound of glass clinking against glass broke Zeke out of a trance, giving him just enough to look away. Towards the maid placing the tray on the table in front of them. You turned yourself once again, facing forward, thanking Riza as she tableed everything, before taking the tray with her as she took her leave. He reached over, immediately grabbing the bottle of wine, before taking a closer look at it. With one twist, he easily broke the seal, before grabbing the corkscrew, and fully opening it up. He poured out the red-purple alcohol, seeing you reach over for a glass.

“Should we be drinking wine this early in the day?” he asked, placing the bottle down on the table. 

You grabbed a glass, raising it up slightly before winking, “I won’t tell if you won’t tell.” you grinned, before taking a sip.

Zeke let off a downturned smile before grabbing his own glass and taking a long sip as well. 

The two of you carried conversations well into the day, sharing the bottle of wine between the two of you. He barely took any of the snacks, keeping his focus mainly on you as you partake in them. 

“So how is Michail at work, he barely talks to me about his day,” you mentioned, bringing your newly-filled glass to your lips.

He took in the slight change of mood within you, the once joyous light in your eye, dimming down to a more mirthless one. Zeke hummed, lifting his foot to rest up against the knee of his other leg. 

“He’s… hard-working, but very friendly to the staff, they enjoy his presence more than me.” He took on a humorous tone but kept his eye on you as your body deflated just a bit more.

“Really…? Friendly how?”

Zeke pondered for a minute before shrugging his shoulders, “just talking to people a lot, sometimes about work but most of the time he’s not. A lot of friendly touches, especially with that new assistant of his.”

Your eyebrows quirked up, “assistant?”

“Yeah, assistant? He didn’t tell you about that?”

You shook your head, sighing before taking another long sip of your fermented alcohol, “he doesn’t tell me anything, least not anymore… most days he just comes home and doesn't say a word to me.”

You mumbled out the next part, most likely thinking that Zeke wouldn't hear you, but he heard you loud and clear. 

“Doubt he’s even noticed I don’t sleep in the same bedroom with him anymore.”

Zeke said nothing but locked that into the back of his mind, another piece of the complex puzzle of your and Michail’s marriage. Zeke shifted the conversation away from you and Michail, bringing back your joyous mood. You continued talking until the sun went down, and soon after the two of you personally exchanged numbers. You stood by the door, waving him off as he got into his car, driving off and away from the large house. 

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You were lonely. 

Zeke could tell this from the way the two of you constantly talked. You grew up in a cold home of cold cash and empty mansions, which is how he could guess you were used to your own husband’s condescension and cold attitude. You were used to faking smiles and pretending to be interested in things that had no merit in your life. However, Zeke could tell, from the way you constantly messaged him, to always inviting him over whilst your husband was away. You craved companionship, for a long time you ached for someone to be interested in you and not the check attached to you from your parents. You came from old money, with a huge trust fund as well as stocks in your family's multiple companies. You served on the board of the main enterprise, led by your brother as your parents had retired after you had gotten married.

You hadn’t spoken to them in two months apparently, as there was nothing to really talk about. You were closer to your younger sister, as she went to the luxury private college in the city. You were like a fountain, spilling all of your life for Zeke to listen to, and he took it all in. Your phone calls lasted all the way through his lunch period and sometimes he would be on the phone with you while he was working, by himself of course. Before you knew it, three months had passed, and Zeke was a more constant thread in your life than your own husband. 

Zeke couldn’t lie, something within him jumped every time you sent him a message, but his goal was still high in his head. This was why he stood in his expensive penthouse, in his recently cleaned kitchen as he gleaned over at his dinner table, two silver dorms covering the dinner he had just prepared. He had invited you over for dinner, just the two of you. Just as he buttoned the last of the cufflinks, a loud ring echoed through the home. He took one good look at himself before walking over to the door, twisting the deadbolt, and unlocking the door knob before swinging the door wide open. You stood there, a smile on your face, one hand at your side, the other holding the strap of the orange clutch you brought with you. 

Your braids were pulled back into a low ponytail, showing off the obvious low cleavage of your chain-strapped orange dress. Zeke smiled at you, arms reaching out before swooping you into a hug, your own smile widened as you reciprocated, giggling as you were lifted off the ground slightly. He didn’t break the hug as he pulled you into the home, turning around. The two of you soon let go of the hug, with Zeke turning sound to go and close the door. While he did that, you took the time to engage within your surroundings, seeing the environment Zeke lives in. 

“Oh wow, your home looks amazing,” you said, spinning around to take in everything. 

“Thank you,” he spoke back, coming up behind you, placing a hand at the small of your back before gently guiding you towards the slightly decorated table over by the window wall.

He stopped right at the table, before stepping away, pulling out your seat before gesturing for you to sit. You thanked him, placing off your clutch before placing it right on the table and sliding right into the seat. You gasped as he stood right behind you, body heat radiating off of him as he pushed your chair in with ease. You kept your eyes on him as he walked around the table, taking a seat right in front of you. He lifted the domes off the plates, seeing your eyes light up at dinner. You had off-handly mentioned smothered lamb chops and mashed potatoes as your favorite meal your old housekeeper used to make while you were growing up. Zeke knew it wasn’t going to be the same but just having the same dish was enough for you. 

You had thanked him for the dinner before y'all began to eat. The two of you ate with little words, as you were both raised in households that valued quietness during dinner. Once finished, you had moved from the table to the living room, holding another glass of red wine that you had paired with the dinner as he moved the bottle to the living room. 

“I just…” you started, reminiscing on the journey you and your husband have taken, “I wish I made more of my life… rather than constantly relying on the connections my parents made for me. Maybe, I’d be strong enough to leave him.”

You had kicked off your heels at this point, toes covered in the skin-colored pantyhose you wore underneath your dress. You had rested your legs on the couch, bent and tucked away as you took another sip of your glass. Your dress had risen up, past your knees, but still covering up everything. 

“Connections?” Zeke questioned.

You nodded your head, “yeah, his parents were close with mine, and he was the only boy around my age that my parents approved of. Only for me to be stuck in a loveless marriage, all for money.”

Zeke’s hand reached out, placing it right on your knee. Your body slightly jolted from the sudden contact, the feeling electrified like static electricity. His rough hand moved up and down, caressing you. Your heart sped up just a bit, but you couldn’t stop him, or rather, you didn’t want to stop him. His touch was warm, a contrast to everything else in your life. You said nothing as he scooted closer to you, his other hand coming up and pulling you close to him.

“I’ve tried my best to make it work, but he’s made it quite clear that the check my parents send every month is much more important than him,” you said, taking another sip of your wine.

Your mind flashed to your wedding, everything was perfect, and you believed your life would be perfect. You believed he loved you, he made you believe he loved you, but his love was really money, it was an almighty consumer of his life. It wasn’t enough, not enough in his professional life, not enough in his personal life. Cold hard cash was he visioned for, and he’ll do anything to get it., even if it means throwing away the warmth of his wife.

“You deserve more than a man that sees you as his next paycheck,” he said, leaning his head down towards your ear. 

Zeke’s hand rubbed up and down on your arm, the warmth relaxing you, and before you knew it, you were laying your head on his shoulder. The negative thoughts about your failing marriage soon began to break away as thoughts of the man beside you began a subtle influx in your mind. Zeke smelled of blackened teakwood and a subtle sense of mahogany and lavender. His scent had you relaxing in his hold, it was the opposite of your husband, who usually smelled of spiced whiskey, from his cologne or his collection of alcohol. You couldn’t help but snuggle further into him, as lines were beginning to blur. You knew this was treading about muddy waters, but you couldn't find it within you to care. The hand resting on your thigh began to creep up, your breathing hitching just a little as your heart began to race. The hand that had once been resting on your upper arm and shoulder left for a moment, before feeling his large hands wrapped around your own, easing the half-full glass of wine off your hand before reaching down and placing it on the table. 

“Lemme take care of you,” he whispered to you. 

That diminutive ache that had been building within you the moment you laid eyes upon Zeke opened the door for you. This was wrong, you knew this was wrong, you thought to yourself once again as Zeke’s hand joined his other, each right on your inner thigh, massaging deep circles into the skin. 

“Zeke,” you let out a gasp-like breath, hips moving and grinding against nothing. 

The thong you wore underneath the dress was drenched, head thrown back in growing ecstasy. With ease, he lifted you up into his lap, trembling as you felt his hardon poking through his slacks.

“Zeke…” you let out again, tongue unable to say anything else as his fingers dipped underneath your dress. 

This was wrong, this was wrong, this was wrong. However, the care you were supposed to feel, the notion to push off your one and only friend never came. Instead, it was replaced with a growing ache, and the need for touch, his touch. His fingers curved up and around the thin string before slowly pulling the sky fabric away from your pussy. Cool air hit your wetness as his fingers rubbed up and down between your slits, gathering your juices up. 

“This is wrong… I shouldn’t do this…” you finally spoke up, but your hands didn’t move as he slowly sunk a finger into you. 

Zeke’s hums vibrated through you, “but if I don't… who will? You deserve to be spoiled, touched upon. He does not appreciate who he has… so let me.”

His words enthralled you, enamored you as he began to move his thick finger in and out within you. Your dress had ridden up to your hips and his free hand slowly pushed your legs wide open. It allowed more room for him to finger-fuck you deeper, his hand reaching and wrapping underneath your knee, lifting it up slightly. Spit drooled from your mouth as your sticky arousal coated his finger and the knuckles of his hands. You could feel his slightly abrasive beard grazing against your skin. Letting out another choked moan as Zeke bullied another finger into you. Your hips bucked, giving in to the pleasure as he twisted his long fingers inside of you. 

“That’s it… let me in,” he whispered in your ears, seeing your eyes squeezed shut. 

“Let me do what your husband has failed to do.”

You could feel Zeke’s mouth upturn against you as you let out a high-pitched moan, climax rising. Your abdomen slowly tightens, heat swelling, sweat dripping as you let out a final high-pitched moan. Your cunt spilled your juices excessively coating his fingers and hand as you came all over him. Your hands had dug into his shirt, finding an anchor to try and stabilize yourself. Slowly coming down from your high, you found yourself slumping against him, breathing heavily. Your eyes were heavy, barely able to keep them open, only able to feel Zeke slowly pulling his finger out of you. His other hand slowly left your thighs, allowing your legs to slump down, feeling touching the ground. 

You could feel your body moving, shuffling as you slowly were laid across the couch. You could feel his now warmed hands slide right back under your dress, moving his fingers underneath the thin fabric of your thong before slowly pulling it down. Your eyes fluttered open, seeing Zeke tower over you. His shirt was unbuttoned, revealing his toned chest. Your hands reached up, the palms of your hand grazing over the slightly textured skin. Zeke pulled off your thong, taking the soaked underwear in his hands before pocketing it in his pockets. Your hands slide up and around his body, unable to take your eyes off of him, his hands soon reaching down to his fly. You could see his erection fighting against the seams of his pants, seeing the way he slowly unzipped his pants before unbuttoning them.

Zeke pushed his slacks and boxers down at the same time, his cock springing out of its entrapment. He pushed down his clothes to his knees before bending over, hands falling to your thighs before grabbing them, slowly pushing back, knees going as far as they could towards your ears as he spread wide open for him. 

“Zeke,” you whined, as he felt the tip of his cock swipe between your lips, teasing your clit. 

With no other warning, you felt pushing himself into you, letting out a sudden cry. No matter the amount of prep Zeke took, you were still so tight, more evidence of how little your husband touched you. Zeke ignored your pleas and cried for him to “slow down” and “stop.” He let out a loud groan, head thrown back as he felt your walls squeezing him around him, the only thing of yours he heard was your high-pitched moans. This was everything he envisioned and more, seeing you crying under him, begging for him, your hands gripping his bare waist. His fantasy came back in full force, god the amount of time it took to make it a reality.

Zeke glanced down at your tear-streaked face. How your braids were undone from the cleaned-up ponytail you had done for the dinner. Seeing your makeup also get ruined, seeing you get ruined whilst under his body, under his hand. Oh, he could come right here and now, he thought to himself.

He held himself back, not wanting to ruin everything and end it all so quickly. He could feel your long nail breaking his skin further, using the temporary anchor, you pulled the man closer as your slightly pained please turned into a passion-filled gasp and moans, calling and screaming out his name. 

“Don’t stop, aahh,” you let out a prolonged moan, tongue drooling out of your mouth as ecstasy hit at full blast. 

You were like a virgin all over again, from the way you screamed, chasing an inevitable high that you have never tasted before. You never felt like this before, even after losing your virginity to some dunce in college before getting married. Even after consummating your marriage, your husband was always weak and underwhelming, Zeke was just the opposite and it was delicious. You didn’t know what to do with yourself but fell deeper into the nirvana he has placed out for you. 

You find yourself keening and drooling over the bearded man above you. An even heavier and deeper climax was building within you and once again, hitting you like a ton of bricks, you squealed. 

“Coming!” Was your only warning before your body shook with complete orgasmic pleasure. 

Eye rolling out the back of your head as Zeke gave off one last grunt, before leaning down fully, capturing your lips into a messy, wet kiss. You could feel the wetness of the sweat dripping down his beard but you don't care, your body still shaking from the aftershocks of your orgasm. You could feel his seed filling you up as he kissed you, your legs unconsciously wrapping around his waist, keeping him closer,

Breathing heavily, your head slumped up against the couch, legs slowly releasing Zeke from your hold, before the two of you locked eyes, Zeke still holding you. With no other words, squealing as Zeke suddenly picked you up, before carrying you in his arms, possibly heading upstairs towards his bedroom.

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Since that day, everything has changed.

You couldn’t let go of him, no matter how much you tried. Like you even tried at all.

From Zeke having your legs spread across his kitchen countertop, to you two having a heart-racing quickie in the bathroom of a mutual work event. It was complete madness, and you loved it. It was different, it was unique, and it was oh-so-wrong. His large hands roam your body, causing vast reactions within you. He soon learned everything that made you tick.

You had changed, your relationship with your husband had changed, and your relationship with Zeke had changed. Your conversations were constantly shifting, and every time you would visit him or vice-versa, you would find his hands on you. Your texts constantly consisted of lewd wording and imagery, you found a new use for the lacey, expensive lingeries that were almost collecting dust within your dresser. Pictures, videos of the two of you, solos of you, and solos of him. It was madness… it was freedom.

Zeke was good, so much better than the few times your husband has taken you. He towered over you, and his every demand you couldn't help but fulfill. You fell deeper and deeper into ensnarement, and you truly didn't know just how far you’ll go for him. Which is what led up to this moment right here. 

You had sent Riza home early, and your husband was on a “work trip.” Giving you free rein as Zeke had you bent over your bathroom sink, silk robe bunched up at your waist, revealing your wet cunt to him. Zeke wasted no time, licking and sucking away at your pussy, your juices dripping down against his beard. Your hands gripped at the counter, head bowed down as your legs trembled. He didn’t let up, his hands attached to each cheek, spreading you wide open. 

“Ooooohhhh,” you mewled, body slumping against the sink as he ravaged you. 

His chuckle rattled you, causing your body to jerk and jolt against his lips. He lapped and sucked away at your clit, licking up all your juices as he did so. The bathroom smelled of soft vanilla and pink lilacs, the golden-dimmed lighting providing an extra ambiance to the scene before you. Zeke devoured you like a madman, not letting up no matter how you screamed and squirmed in his hold. 

“Zeke,” you cried out his name, “s’too much, fuck fuck fuck.”

He said nothing, but his actions spoke even louder as his sucking action intensified, causing you to let out a vocal choked moan, spit flying out of your mouth, and splatter against the sink counter. With a sudden jerk, your orgasm washed over you like a rapid wave, unseen and unbeknown to you. You shook violently as you lost your footing, feeling yourself slipping for just a short moment. Zeke’s hands slid up, allowing his arms to wrap around your waist, holding you completely steady as he drank your juices down. You could feel his moans and groans as he did so, providing extra overstimulation to your clit. 

Inhaling deeply, catching your sled as you dropped onto the counter, feeling Zeke behind you as he fully stood up. You glanced ahead, staring at his tall figure in the mirror, before eyeing one of the glasses of wine you had brought with you. Quickly grabbing it, taking a couple sips as you felt that familiar pressure creeping and pressing inside of you. You let out an elongated hum as you swallowed the wine, your head bent back, looking at him in his eyes as one of his hands gripped the flesh on your hips. His other hand slides up your body, before wrapping around your throat, squeezing ever so slightly. He pulled you into another deep kiss, tasting the tanginess of the wine and you taste the mint of his gum. 

Letting go of the kiss, you could feel his hand apply pressure as his hips slowly began to move in and out of you, your cunt squeezing around him. He easily maneuvered your body, bending you back over the sink, his hand leaving your throat before joining the other right at your waist. His pace easily picked up as you found your balance, holding onto the bathroom counter as he fucked you against it, his pace slowly picking up with every few seconds. One of his hands left your waist before easily wrapping your braids around his neck, suddenly pulling your head back with a sudden force. The pain echoed through your body, but it only pushed your pleasure to even higher heights. Your mind went hazy, your eyes swelling with your salty tears, obscuring your vision, slowly dripping down your freshly-cleaned face. 

There was no reason to hold back your moans, as there was nobody home as your loud moans reverberated against the walls. 

“Hmm, aww are you crying baby? Is it too much for you?” He teased you, hand leaving your hips before feeling him leave a loud smack against your deep-toned skin. 

The red-hot sparks of his hand, combined with his hands still in your hair had you keened, full-on sobbing as tears and sweat dripped down your face to your neck, all the way down your body. He pulled your body all the way back up, keeping your legs spread as he let go of your hair, hand-cupping your face, squeezing your cheeks as he began pressing his lips against your face, tasting your salty tears. 

“Zeke,” you pleaded as he released your face. 

With no other warning, you squealed as you were suddenly hoisted into the air, Zeke’s large hands sliding right underneath your thighs. He held you up by the backs of your knees before continuing to slam hiscock into you. His sudden actions awakened something in you, letting out a sudden shout as you convulsed in his arms. Your hands scrambled, reaching for something to hold onto you as he pounded into you once again. 

“Squeezing around me like that,” he murmured in your ear, his deep voice causing you to shudder. 

“Open your eyes, look at yourself in the mirror.”

Slowly, you pried your eyes open as best as you could, blinking away the tears before gazing at yourself in the mirror. Your robe had come fully undone, revealing your breasts bouncing every movement Zeke made within you. 

“God,” he said as he looked at how debauched you were, how in so few months he easily wrecked you from the inside out. 

“Who do you belong to?” He groaned in your ear next, feeling your pussy tensing and spasming around him. 

You opened your mouth but were barely able to answer as your mind succumbed to pleasure, but Zeke was having none of it. You could feel his nails dig into your skin as he spoke again. 

“Answer my fucking question, slut, who do you belong to?”

“You!” you struggled to get out, but once you did, it was loud, bouncing against the walls. 

He chuckled, his pace becoming sporadic in nature as he continued to speak, talking you through what would be your inevitable orgasm. 

“Yeah , you belong to me? What about your little husband, huh?” he breathed out, huffing as he began to reach his own limit. 

“Mmmh fuck I don’t care about him, fuck fuck fuck I’m gonna come, please, please let me come…” you sobbed out, eyes rolling to the back of your head as rock-solid pressure began to build within you. 

He only smirked, “come for me.”

With that, you let out a loud cry, body jerking in his hold as convulsions took hold of you. You squirted all over the two of you, juices spread all over your inner thighs as well. With a final grunt, he followed right after you, easily pulling out of you, cum easily staining your inner thighs as well, getting on his lower abdomen as well. 

As Zeke took one last look at you, seeing how to spit drooled down from your plump, wet lips, breathing heavily from the strenuous activity. Slowly he pulled you off his now-soft cock, with ideas to take you to the shower to clean you up once again. 

Neither of you hears the door beginning to click open. 

[animeyanderelover]

Can I also request the marly guys (zeke, reiner,colt and porco) with an escaping s/o please? If it's to many people you don't have to write for colt or zeke. Thank you

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, toxic relationship, obsessive behavior, delusional mindset, manipulation, threats, blackmailing

Tags: @shumidehiro

Escaping s/o

Zeke Yeager

🚬​He's probably been aware of your silly plans for a while now but has never spoken up about it as he instead chooses to wait and see how it turns out. Whilst you are making your own plans though, Zeke is gearing up to counter them as he does his own work. Two can play the game after all and if you are conjuring up schemes behind his back, he will return the favor. After all the Titan Shifter is fairly confident that he will win this as he has the intelligence and the influence. The moment you finally put your plan in motion, Zeke is already prepared for everything and the whole thing ends soon in your undeniable defeat. He visits you later as you were put under custody until he arrives and it is then that he explains to you that he has been aware of your plot for a while now. He could have stopped you obviously as soon as he had his suspicions but he thought that it would perhaps be better to let you see and feel that you would do better to stop such shenanigans in the future as you stand no chance against him. The next time you come up with such a hoax, he won't amuse you any longer. This is the first and last time he played such a game with you.

Reiner Braun

🟤​Even if Reiner were to discover hints of your plans, he would most likely refuse to believe them. This guy is quite dependent on his darling after all the trauma and pain he had to endure and he is quite desperate for them to love him too which is why he is extremely overbearing. The first stage is just denial when he finds out that you have actually ran away from him as he instead tries to come up with excuses for what you have done all because he doesn't want to accept the truth. You couldn't! You would never do that! The moment the truth comes crashing down though, Reiner has a meltdown and starts bawling his eyes out. He is a mess and it needs the likes of Pieck and Porco to shake him out of his misery. He isn't far away from transforming into his Titan and chase after you but luckily he is stopped by his comrades as well as the last bit of consciousness that there are people important to him living here. Some more amicable soldiers of Marley agree to help him and he himself joins them, though he looks only seconds away from another meltdown. He's going to scream, cry and beg for them to never do this again as he locks them away in his house from that day on, his trust broken.

Porco Galliard

🌫️​Porco should technically not be surprised if you should attempt to escape from him. After all it is no secret to him that he has forced you into an engagement as well as marriage without even considering your wishes in it. Yet when it actually happens, there is still the disappointed anger as he can't help but think that even if he did all of that, it ultimately enabled you a better life. His anger only heightens the longer you are gone as he even snaps at Marley soldiers despite knowing how his kind is viewed by them. He doesn't fully trust them either so he goes on a separate pursuit to go after you and the moment you are found, you will not be spared of his ire. He's pissed as he yells at you, insult after insult leaving his lips as he calls you an ungrateful thing and points out how he has done nothing but better the situation for you and your family alike. Briefly he considers threatening you to take all the privileges away for you and your family but that would only be really possible through divorce and he would never consider that. He either locks you away like Reiner does or actually goes the extra step and asks the Marley soldiers to imprison you for a while so that you realize how good you have it with him.

Colt Grice

◻️Oh, the poor lad would be absolutely heartbroken. After all he has done nothing but protect and dote on them. Sure, he has done some things he is not too overly proud of such as also pushing you into an engagement but he shares similar motives to Porco as he wants to ensure your protection as soon as he becomes the next Titan Shifter. He is in denial and honestly, he remains stuck in disbelief even as he goes after you until you are caught and he sees you again. The spiteful and frustrated look you give him is finally enough to smash reality right against his chest. Why...? Why would you do this to him? His mind is racing, although all thoughts scatter before he can even properly form them as he tries to dig up something that he can say to you as he stares at you but no words ever leave his lips in that moment. His trust has been smashed and is left in pieces and he doesn't know what to do around you for a while as he has to stomach the realisation that the relationship is perhaps more threatened than he ever would have wanted to think. He would probably find himself turning to your family who, given the opportunities he gives you and them, would most likely shame you for your attempt.

[toji-sweetheart]

𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 | 𝐞. 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

synopsis: You always wondered why Eren gave everyone else the time of day, but you. There's no way he knows what you want from him, is there?

wc: 2.1k

tags: 18+ ONLY content + dead dove do not eat + explicit smut: minors and empty blogs DNI + not beta read + repost + college au + yandere! reader + slight reader x Zeke + stalking + toxic tendencies + manipulation + baby trapping + non-consensual picture taking + blowjob + virgin! reader + blood [virginity taking] forced creampie + choking [dubcon]

an: this contains content that is not suitable for everyone, the warnings are there for a reason heed them. I have never written anything like this before it’s not my best work and I do not condone any of this, it’s all for fictitious purposes, even though it's a repost it didn't stay up long because it flopped when I first posted it but I like it so zldjknve and it's always the character doing the baby trapping

It was innocent when it first started years ago in middle school.

A small crush of sorts, not that it couldn’t be helped anyway, especially on Eren Yeager. Everyone on campus knows that name, whether it belongs to him or his older brother.

The Yeager Brothers always threw wild parties at their father’s home when he left for the weekend, perks of being children of a doctor.

Unfortunately for you however your name never ended up on the invite list further driving you mad.

It’s been years since you both were in seventh now at the beautiful tender age of twenty-two and he still has yet to notice you.

It was a no-brainer on what he liked, short skirts making it easier to hike up for a quick fuck in the bathroom between classes or hookups in the library, seems no one uses the rooms for their intended for around here only for the secret getaways that it provides.

You weren’t new to the game necessarily however you were saving it for Eren, but it stung each time he never invited you so the best plan was to worm your way in first with his brother which was very easy to do, just a little batting of the eyes and showing him what you had to offer under your shirt.

“You want to come to my party?” He asked you, taking a slow drag of his cigarette, the cherry end glowing in the dark back room where he works, what a way to meet a guy, right?

You smiled sweetly reaching a hand out and grabbing his bicep softly giving it a subtle squeeze feeling the muscle tense in a small flex, a way of showing off. You choked down the laugh that threatened to blow your plans all to hell.

“Of course I do Zeke, you’re a lot of fun to hang out with, especially in the library.” You leaned in, slipping the cigarette from his lips, ashing it quickly on the ground then throwing it in the garbage can.

He watched you with curious eyes knowing exactly what you were talking about earlier today when the same lips you just plucked the white stick from were the lips that sucked in your clit bringing you an intense orgasm.

“I instinctively remember you begging me not to stop,” he leaned in grazing his lips against your cheek to gain your attention and make your pussy throb but it was quite the opposite so you pretended it was his little brother who kissed you roughly, both hands palming your tits.

Harsh. It reminded you of Eren judging from the small clips you saw when people shared them during class, some girl face down ass up while he’s jerking himself off on her back calling her all sorts of names, the only thing he ever recorded was the sloppy blowjobs he’s gotten and him blowing his load on girls face.

It was disgusting because it wasn’t you on the receiving end of his cock being rammed down your throat.

A call of your name brought you back to Zeke kissing and sucking on your neck, his bulge rubbing against you with each rut of his hips, “I’m sorry but I have to go, I have homework. I’ll call you later, I have to practice for my oral exam and I need your help.”

Another tooth-rotting smile soothed the disappointment in Zeke’s face as he pulled back, “Ok, you have a good night then, I need to get to work anyway.” He told you while bidding him a sweet goodbye sealed with a kiss.

Turning the corner you ran into a broad chest, “Sorry, are you okay?” Hands grabbed your elbows sending waves of shocks down your arms and into your heart pumping rapidly in your chest when you met emerald eyes, you’ve never seen such a pretty color.

“I’m alright, sorry I didn’t want to make Zeke late back to work.”

Your reply was smooth and gained his attention to your disheveled shirt and skirt barely covering what it needs, his eyes took in your bare skin leaving him the mental image later to masturbate to.

Judging from his breathing that changed and straining his jeans gave you the right indication that step one was complete.

Over the next several days you tried to look for Eren and when you found him he didn’t pay you any attention except the small nod he gave you because in the back of his head, you look familiar, did he cum on your tits?

Anger was quick to set in seeing his arm casually slung around another girl’s shoulder, and so did jealousy that made home deep down into the crevices of your heart like ivy vines working you into a pit of despair.

“Okay, so maybe I need to talk to him.” You mumbled to yourself walking down the hall when again you bumped into Eren who this time put his hand on the small of your back keeping you from stumbling on your ass.

“We keep running into each other, you’re my brother’s girlfriend, right?”

Your smile faltered before batting your eyes, “Girl, friend, as in we hang out time from time then yes,” you replied sure to make it clear that there’s a space between girl and friend although Zeke begged for more.

Eren raised an eyebrow, “Oh, the way he was talking about you was so…” he broke off unsure what to say.

You knew Zeke called you his girlfriend and he’d sometimes mention the nights he’d visited you to his sibling telling him all the nasty details of the way you buck your hips meeting his mouth, but instead, when you looked down at the blonde man but all you can think about is his long-haired little brother with eyes you could stare at forever and a cock you were sure that you could ride for hours.

“I know he talks about me like that, it’s hard not to overhear him when he’s yelling about it to Reiner and Porco, although I have to admit I’m not sure why he thinks that’s okay.”

Eren chuckled nervously, something about you put him on edge that he wasn’t quite sure if he liked it or not when you stared at him with puppy dog eyes reaching out to twirl a piece of chocolate hair around your finger, “I’m not sure either, that’s my brother though.”

You hummed pulling on the lock slightly hearing him gasp under his breath.

So, he’s a little submissive and likes his hair being pulled?

“Don’t you do the same thing with the videos being shared around campus?” You asked closing the distance between you and him pushing his back against the wall.

Blood rushed to the apples of his cheeks when you trailed your finger down his shirt feeling the hard muscles underneath washboard abs, abs you’d taken pictures of after sneaking into the locker room and snapping a few of Eren shirtless. Sometimes you even caught him hunched over on the wooden bench with his hand wrapped around his thick cock jerking himself off.

“Yeah, I guess so.” He replied unsure what to say, the creepy feeling he couldn’t quite pinpoint buzzed around you like flies.

“Anyway, I guess I’ll see you at your party later. I’m sorry for running into you.”

He watched you walk down the hallway leaving him with a simple gift of kissing his cheek.

Later that night you found yourself in the corner of the Yeager’s living room like some fucking lamp as you held the solo cup switching it to the other growing anxious and looking around through the packed bodies gyrating against one another fully clothed as if that would somehow help the burning need deep inside. 

Rolling your eyes you ditched the cup in hopes of finding Eren who was nowhere to be found until you walked up the stairs running into him and his little posse of Armin and Mikasa.

Green eyes found you in a heartbeat when he heard you calling his name, “Eren! Hey! How are you?” Stopping on the first step you looked at him.

“I’m good, how about you? Enjoying yourself?” He asked before leaning in to whisper something to Armin who left with Mikasa.

“I am yes, although I’m getting a headache, do you have somewhere quiet I could just rest?”

When he slipped his hand in yours it took everything you had not to squeal at the contact, he felt warm and big which you knew he was so you let him lead you to his bedroom falling for your plan as he opened his door shutting it cutting off the loud noises from downstairs.

“Any better?” He asked watching you sit on his bed crossing your legs and giving him a glimpse of your panties before laying down with a big dramatic sigh.

“Yes, thank you. You’re my knight in shining armor,” You giggled sitting back up and biting your lip, “can I pay you back for helping me?”

Your question didn’t leave much room for him to say no the way your thighs parted in front of him.

So close, all he has to do is bite the hook and with a sharp yet hard set, you’ll have him wrapped around your finger.

“How do you plan on helping me?” Eren asked curiously joining you on the bed and placing his hand on your bare thigh, you smiled to yourself at how easily he was falling into your trap. His mind was only you rubbing his bulge leaning in to kiss his neck inhaling his scent.

You had one chance to make it right so you pushed him on his back sitting between his legs palming his dick before pulling the band of his shorts down and revealing this cock, it felt warm and heavy in your hand. You marveled at the smooth flesh letting your hand pump up and down listening to his raspy breathing, “Have you ever done this before?” He asked.

“Would you laugh if I said no?”

Eren shook his head grabbing your wrist helping you, “I could tell,” He replied letting you gingerly lick and suck his swollen head scrunching your nose at the salty taste.

He was a fool for falling so fast in your hands letting you pull his boxers and shorts down further his legs throwing the heap of clothes on the floor before ridding your skirt and panties.

“No videotape for this, I just want us to remember it.” You whispered pulling back to straddle his hips.

Nodding his head Eren watched as you slid his cock between your lips shivering in the way he felt like this, “Wait-are you on birth control?” He asked placing both hands on your thighs stopping your movements.

“Of course,” You lied through your teeth lifting your hips and feeling him push against the tight muscle, parting your lips in a pitiful moan you fought through the pain impaling yourself slowly until he was buried to the hilt grunting feeling you tighten around him when you rolled your hips getting used to the sensation, you could feel the warm blood stain your thighs along with Eren’s and his sheets.

“You feel so good, holy shit you’re so wet.” He moaned laying his head back on the pillow, his soft brown hair looked like a halo for the man you worshipped for years and now you have him under you crying out your name when you used the knowledge of how to make the guy feel good after you scoured the internet on tips and tricks and positions to make him beg for you not to stop.

Alternating between bouncing and grinding Eren cupped your breasts already feeling his orgasm tingle in his stomach, you took a mental note of his whining and begging just like the websites said, the wet squelching your stretched-out cunt bounced off the four walls joining in your loud groans.

The last thing Eren expected however was for you to lean down keeping one hand on his stomach feeling the muscles ripple as you rode him still wrapping your fingers around his throat and pressing his carotid artery watching him gasp, “Breath if you want to cum inside me, that’s what you want, right?”

Nodding his head he felt your pussy convulse pulling him into an orgasm that left his body trembling emptying his sack in your cunt unknowingly breeding you.

“Congratulations, I’ll let you know in a few weeks.” You whispered in his ear letting go of his throat. He gulped a lungful of air, head spinning at your comment.

“You lied to me?” He asked bewildered pushing you off him and tucking his dick back in not caring that it was covered in bodily fluids.

“I have to keep you by my side one way or another. You weren’t paying me attention now I get it all for myself.” You replied scooping up your panties before slipping out of his room and downstairs to head home feeling his cum leak out. 

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[yanderes-galore]

Hi, could I request a romantic AOT yandere Levi Ackerman vs yandere Zeke Yeager with a darling who is part of the exploration legion and comes from a family similar (no same) to the Ackerman’s, so it is also very strong ;) Either in concept or scenario. Thank u ❤️‍🩹

Sure! Just a warning, this contains content from Season 3 and 4.

Also, was the emoji (❤️‍🩹) meant to be an Anon Name? Want me to register that?

Idea for Zeke's character from this post.

Yandere! Levi Ackerman vs Zeke Yeager

(With Scout! Darling)

Pairing: Romantic - Rivalry

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Possessive behavior, Jealousy, Violence, Blood, Manipulation, Murder, Double suicide mentioned for Zeke, Delusional behavior, Kidnapping, Dark themes, Torture, Forced relationship implied.

These two already hate one another enough.

Levi is Humanity's Strongest and Zeke is the Beast Titan.

Which means naturally they're enemies... especially with their past with one another.

You are another skilled Scout hailing from a family who was meant to protect the King similar to the Ackermans.

Naturally this makes you strong, even if you aren't quite as strong as Levi or Mikasa.

You may even share a similar hatred that Levi has for Zeke due to all of what Zeke's done.

The fact that they both could have feelings for you would just be... horrendous.

Levi makes sense, you're close to him as your captain.

Plus, maybe your two families used to be closely linked deep in history?

Being beside Levi just seems to feel like fate to you.

Zeke doesn't hate you, mostly because you weren't the one who humbled him and tried to kill him... Levi was.

In fact, Zeke respects your strength, even if you hate his guts.

I like to think some Titan-Shifters are just possessive due to their nature... and Zeke is no different.

He's just very... tactical with his interest towards you.

Meanwhile Levi is just quiet with his feelings towards you, preferring to focus on the mission rather than sentimentality.

The shared obsession probably doesn't start until Zeke decides to side with the Scouts due to shared goals.

He isn't fully on your side and doesn't entirely get along, but it's enough for him to get close to you.

Much to Levi's annoyance.

Despite your similarities to the Ackermans, Zeke isn't indifferent to you.

Towards Levi he's seething, yet with you he expresses a friendly curiosity.

Zeke may lean more into this behavior if he notices it irritates Levi.

Levi definitely asks you to keep your guard up around Zeke.

He isn't exactly trustworthy... yet he also wants you away from him for personal reasons.

I also feel Zeke's feelings for you can lead to... serious consequences.

Like, the fact he feels living is suffering, so if he snaps he may just break and possibly kill you both later on.

Zeke no doubt views it as sparing you.

In terms of who's more unstable in the long term... they both have their moments but Zeke is more dangerous.

Mostly because Levi would never try to hurt you for some delusional reason. (Zeke would think he's sparing you)

The two are cold and ruthless in their own way, yet view life differently.

Levi values life, especially yours.

Zeke hates life and wants to "spare" his beloved from it if he realizes you both can't be happy with each other.

You're the only person Zeke genuinely enjoys other than Eren.

So if you don't like him in the end, if you continue to fight...

He has plans.

Something to note is the fact these two openly insult one another to provoke each other.

The two are often at each other's throats.

I like to imagine the two pick up cues from one another and slowly realize they... both like you romantically.

Which then makes the two only hate each other more.

Levi is protective of you since you've both been in the Scouts for a long time.

The fact this filthy turncoat wants you for himself annoys him.

Meanwhile Zeke pities the way Levi treats you.

You still like your captain despite how rude he is?

You'd stick by him despite everything he's put you through?

Levi's going to make you suffer... so why not come to Zeke?

He'll love you... you'll be one of the only things he loves...

Which is why he doesn't plan to share.

Them getting into physical fights and trying to kill each other is probably a sight that's more common than most rivalries.

The two already hate each other an egregious amount.

If their rivalry was made more personal by the fact they both adore you, then they'd probably go against orders and destroy one another.

The two already want each other dead.

You're merely more fuel to that fire.

At first, they're cold and tense with one another.

It's all conversations filled with threatening words and attempts to provoke one another.

But as Zeke prepares to betray the Scouts for his own goals, Levi suspects the Beast Titan of trying something.

Levi no doubt warns you against the suspicious wine.

That or maybe Zeke beats him to it, saying how you deserve something better than such swill.

He doesn't want you to drink his spinal fluid, you'd be of no use as a Titan.

Things would be the most tense if you were one of the soldiers that was with Levi for a month to protect Zeke's location.

For a month you're stuck with two men who not only despise one another... but are both in love with you to a disturbing degree.

Their hate has simmered compared to Shiganshina, yet begins to pick up as the two are near you.

Zeke's still quite friendly, giving you smiles despite his negative and calculating attitude.

It really is weird how he tells you to not drink the wine, especially after Levi warned you....

Meanwhile Levi won't stop glaring at Zeke whenever he speaks to you.

He knows he's planning something.

Especially since Zeke can sense Levi loves you too.

Levi often warns you, staying beside you as he walks you away from Zeke.

Levi has lost enough people he cares about.

He'd rather be damned than allow Zeke to take you from him, just like how he killed Erwin or his other Warriors killed his team and other subordinates.

Safe to say due to what Levi has gone through over the course of the original story... He isn't giving you up.

Same thing with Zeke who only seems to be happy with you.

Out of any rivalries I have done lately, this one can be quite violent due to what happens in Season 4.

I'm talking Levi would torture Zeke and take joy in it normally.

Would he do it to protect you and keep you to himself? YEAH-

Even Zeke would be pleased to make Levi suffer or die.

Zeke isn't necessarily sadistic... but with one roar he can turn every Scout he infected into a Titan to kill Levi.

Then as he makes his escape, he can just take you with him as his captive.

Zeke likes to make Levi suffer.

Zeke would definitely say "If I can't have you, no one can." Then kill you in front of Levi.

Then with all the blood on his hands, would sacrifice himself just to "spare" you both.

Levi isn't as deranged or delusional... thankfully.

He is fully on board with the idea of torturing and killing Zeke with as much violence as possible for you.

Yet he'd never use you to hurt Zeke.

Levi, as your captain, has taken a personal vow to protect you.

Killing Zeke will ease his stress.

You wouldn't even be all that distraught.

The two are obviously possessive.

But the two barely have time to act on it without needing to get rid of the other one.

Levi may be able to get away with it by moving you away from Zeke, yet he has such a hard time confessing that he never ends up doing it until Zeke is out of the picture.

Although, Zeke is fully capable of pushing boundaries, attempting physical affection with you with "friendly" flirtation until Levi tackles him in a rage.

The good thing about you being strong is you have an even playing field.

Levi is stronger yet you're still quite capable.

I also feel he isn't going to be the one you fight the most due to your standing with him.

It's really Zeke you have to worry about being the biggest danger.

He's the one most likely to kill you and Levi and is probably more unstable compared to Levi.

You being close to the strength of an Ackerman would keep Zeke off you for awhile.

Until he finds a way to change tactics, that is.

Both of them are tactical and ruthless.

Safe to say, the outcome of this rivalry is one of them dead.

Your fate changes depending on who lives.

Levi? Well, things aren't that bad due to you both being Scouts.

Zeke? Well...

He views what he plans on doing for his obsession as mercy... just hope he's quick.

[blondeboyfriend]

𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐙𝐄 (𝟏𝟖+)

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈

[ PAIRING ] Zeke Yeager x f!reader [ AUTHOR'S NOTE ] This is my submission for @bastardblvd's Wet Hot Slimeball Summer Collab. My prompt was ☀️lifeguard☀️. Special thanks to the love of my life, @strawberrystepmom, for beta reading this. [ SYNOPSIS ] LOCAL LIFEGUARD LETS CUTE GIRL DROWN SO HE CAN PLAY THE HERO AND GET PUSSY [ WORD COUNT ] 1.8k [ CONTENT ] Modern AU, mostly written from Zeke's POV, no plot; no problem (jk there are problems), manipulation, dubcon, predator/prey vibes, lowkey somnophilia (y/n is barely conscious), oral sex (f receiving), public-ish sex, jerking off.

Zeke didn’t consider himself a bad guy. He was well-mannered, his politeness instilled in him by his late mother, and pretty nice if he put his mind to it. He was a hard worker and the first to jump into the water to save someone. His experience was unmatched, having been stationed at the same beach since he was a teenager, and his knowledge was unparalleled. His boss had even dubbed him the boy wonder…

No, Zeke wasn’t a bad guy…

He just did bad things…

Like letting pretty girls get themselves into trouble so he could rescue them from the big, bad ocean.

But who could blame him? Temptation was lurking around every corner. It was like a siren’s song, leading him astray and drowning him in inebriating waters. He simply couldn’t control himself sometimes. It’s not his fault he was bogged down by his carnal desires.

And it’s certainly not his fault that you came to the beach on a quiet Monday morning. He spotted you from the lifeguard tower, his eyes glued to you. You looked like an angel making your way across the sand, your white billowy cover up trailing behind you, caught in the gentle sea breeze. His cheeks grew warm as you unbuttoned it, revealing a matching white bikini underneath. It looked heavenly against your sun kissed skin.

Zeke knew he should tell you about the three rip currents plaguing the beach, but where was the fun in that? He opened the door to the tower and stepped down, watching you as you waded in the turbulent water. You looked so unaware of the danger surrounding you. All it would take would be one big wave to knock you down and then you’d be swept out to sea.

“Be careful,” he shouted through his megaphone. He needed to at least seem diligent.

You turned, your back facing the ocean, a rookie mistake.

“I will,” you hollered back.

He could barely hear you over the waves licking the shore. Thankfully he didn’t care. He was too caught up in the sneaker wave heading towards you. By the time you noticed it was too late, and the wave knocked you off your feet. You fell forward on your hands and knees, and tried to anchor yourself, but the water kept rushing in, gradually submerging you. As it began to recede the waves pulled you away from the shore and into the untamed ocean.

Zeke smirked. You didn’t seem too phased as you casually treaded water. He assumed you would have panicked and flailed around, wasting your precious energy. He couldn’t help but be a little disappointed. Your inconceivable skills decimated his plan. He exhaled deeply and debated pursuing you in a more socially acceptable manner. At this point it was the only way.

Contemplating such a thing made his mouth fill with saliva. He couldn’t bear the thought of attempting small talk or suggesting you two grab a drink. It was wholly against his nature.

And lucky for him he wouldn’t have to.

Another sneaker wave consumed you, leaving no trace of your existence. Grabbing his rescue board he made his way down the beach and into the water. When he pulled your limp body onto the board, you were sedated and calm. He always loved an easy rescue.

“So stupid,” you murmured.

He looked down at you, his eyes trained on your exposed breast. The chilled ocean water left your nipple erect. It practically demanded his attention.

“You’re fine,” he cooed. “The water’s deceptive today. Don’t beat yourself up.”

His tone was saccharine, terminal in its sweetness. He was amazed he was able to mask his hunger. Seeing you so defenseless made his cock throb. You weakly smiled and muttered a muted “thank you” before drifting away as Zeke took you back to shore.

“Let me take a look at you in the tower. I want to make sure you’re okay,” he said, lifting you up.

He didn’t give you a chance to protest, not that you would’ve been able to. You were hardly in a position to exercise your agency. All you could do was gaze up at him sleepily, worn out from your battle against the waves.

The inside of the lifeguard tower was cramped. Sand littered the floor. The hot air was thick with the smell of sunscreen and salt water. He sat you down in the lone chair and stared down at your exhausted body. He lifted your chin. Your dazed look made his heart race. He got down on his knees and extended one of your bent legs. His weathered hands were rough against the tender flesh of your thighs.

“Does anything hurt?” he asked even though he honestly didn’t care.

You shook your head.

“I’m going to check you for injuries anyway. Better to be safe than sorry,” he recited.

He caressed your limbs, taking in every inch of you. His hands wandered your body, his eyes consuming it. It was hard to believe such a stupendously lifeless angel was gracing his presence.

“How do you feel?”

“Like… I need to… sit down for… a while,” you mumbled.

Your eyelids were so heavy; you could barely keep them open. But overall you seemed in good enough shape. Zeke couldn’t have had better luck.

“I think I can manage that,” he said warmly as his cock continued to throb. “I need to keep an eye on you for a bit anyway.”

“No. Go and…. do—do your job. I’ll be okay here by”—you yawned—”myself.”

Zeke placed his hands on your hips, his grip tight and commanding.

“I’d be a pretty shitty lifeguard if I left you in here on your own,” he said. 

His grey eyes were dark with ache. You let out a weak laugh and wiped away the sand that had dusted your cheek. You mumbled an apology. He shushed you and hooked his fingers under your bikini bottoms. You exhaled sharply and he paused.

“What?” he asked playfully. “C’mon.”

Your face was adorned with a pathetic, little frown. It hardly deterred him, but he decided to play nice. He cupped your face with a calloused hand. His cock was chafing against his board shorts.

“Don’t you want to properly thank me for my efforts?” he asked, running his finger along your bottom lip.

You hesitated.

“I’ll make you feel so good,” he purred, sounding more inelegant than he would’ve preferred. He slipped two of his fingers into your mouth. “If anything I’m doing you a favor on top of saving your life.”

Your mouth was soft and warm. He wanted to fuck it.

“You deserve some comfort after everything you’ve been through,” he said, pressing down on your tongue.  His tone was slightly more urgent, more insistent. “Don’t deprive yourself.”

You did nothing in protest, entrusting him with your life once more. Seeing you surrender yourself did wonders for his ego and made his balls feel tight. Your steadfast silence was heavenly. He always preferred the quiet type.

He took his fingers out of your mouth, staring at your lips. He thought about kissing you, but that was too intimate. You were prey, nothing built to last. His eyes trailed down your body, lingering on your breasts. He untied your bikini top and watched as it fell unceremoniously to the floor.

He took your erect nipple between his lips and sucked. He wondered if you could feel his beard against your skin, and if you noticed how he kept his well-oiled and trim. You hummed as he swirled his tongue around your nipple. 

You sighed heavily and made a feeble attempt at curling your toes. It was so cute. He couldn’t help but whimper a little.

Your skin was salty, still dappled with water. The ocean’s cruel touch left your skin clammy. But it did little to deter him. He didn’t care if you were warm, he just cared if you had a heartbeat or not.

He pulled away from your breast and peeled off the rest of your bikini. He positioned himself between your thighs and buried his face in your cunt, his nose brushing up against your clit. Your scent was ambrosial and dizzying. He spread apart your folds with his tongue, savoring the taste of your arousal.

Zeke looked up at you, meeting your sleepy gaze. He swept his tongue along your cunt before slipping the tip inside. A small whimper fell from your lips. He did it again, relishing the sound of your voice.

“Yes…” you mumbled as he lapped at your folds.

He felt like his cock was going to burst. He pulled his cock out of his board shorts and palmed its aching tip. It was dewy with precum. He gripped the length of it and stroked. Euphoria enveloped him.

He sucked on your clit as your soft moans filled the lifeguard tower. He felt insatiable and couldn’t stand the thought of this moment ending. In a perfect world you would be his little pet, one he could consume at any time. The sweet taste of your arousal would always be within reach.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his gruff voice muffled by your cunt.

More precum dribbled from his tip and he began to rut against his fist. He showed neither himself nor you any mercy. He was relentless as he feasted on your cunt. You writhed in your seat, your body falling victim to the debauchery Zeke unleashed.

He made eye contact with you, his lustful gaze unwavering.

“Are you going to be a good girl and come all over my tongue?” he asked as he furiously jerked himself off.

“Uh-huh,” you said, placing your hand on the back of his head.

Your touch sent him over the edge. He knew he wouldn’t be able to keep it together, but he refused to come before you. He grabbed onto your hips and rolled his tongue against your clit, trying to ignore his swollen cock. He continued to hold your gaze.

“Oh my god,” you murmured, pushing his head deeper into your cunt.

Zeke struggled to ignore how sweet you sounded as your orgasm washed over you. The relief he felt once you finally stopped was immense. He stood up and tried in vain to wipe away some of your arousal that had soaked his beard.

His cock was heavy in his hand as he pulled on its length. He was so close, he could taste it. He felt like he was going to burst at any second. He watched as you shut your eyes and seemed to doze off. He couldn’t help but be a little heartbroken. You were supposed to be marveling at him and his beautiful cock. He snapped his fingers by your ear while he fucked his fist. 

“Look at me,” he growled.

Your eyes fluttered open and stared at him. His entire body was flooded with warmth as long, thick ropes of cum splattered against you. He couldn’t control his hearty moans as he watched it drip down your skin. You looked so confused, so lost, and it was exactly what he wanted.

[scarletskiesinthepaths]

Attack on Titan and Eren Yeager: Free Will, Determinism, and Compatibilism—A Question of Choice and Moral Responsibility

Compatibilism can be simply defined as the assertion that free will can be compatible with determinism—that is, they are not mutually exclusive and both can be true at once. It is a way to reconcile the problem of moral responsibility within typical deterministic arguments. Arthur Schopenhauer, a German philosopher, once said: "Man can do what he wills but he cannot will what he wills." Essentially, in a classical compatibilist argument, a person is free to act according to a particular motive, but the nature of that motive is determined. Attack on Titan represents the concept of choice under the framework of compatibilism.

Applying this framework to Eren—Eren could not help the way he was born; however, he was capable of exacting agency in his choices. He was born as someone with a monstrous will (as Levi described him as), someone desiring freedom at all costs; however, he was capable of weighing alternative choices and acting against that desire. He was also capable of understanding the moral rightness and consequences of both his desires and his choices, and he was also the ultimate source of his actions. Thus, Eren holds moral responsibility for those actions.

Levi Commenting on Eren's Nature During the "Female Titan" Arc:

Eren Telling Reiner He Thinks They Were Born as Who They Are:

Eren Telling Zeke He is Who He is Because He Was Born into the World:

In causal determinism, "everything that occurs is the inevitable result of the laws of nature and the state of the world in the distant past" (X). Essentially, every one of our actions in the present has a cause rooted in the past, detached from our own actions. It implies that we cannot do anything other than what we ultimately end up doing and that we are not the causal source of our own actions, since all our actions are rooted in factors beyond our control. As such, if none of us have the freedom to do otherwise, it begs the question: are any of us responsible for our actions, even those of great evil?

However, classical compatibilists hold that the truth of causal determinism does not preclude one from having the freedom to do otherwise. Compabilists believe that causal determinism has no impact on our moral responsibility. In classical compatibilism, free will is typically defined as the ability to select among alternative courses of action. The choices themselves and the context of the situation may be determined, but choice can still be carried out within that context. Classical compatibilism, in this sense, can be visualized via a common "fork in the road" image:

Our presence at that fork in the road was determined and guaranteed, but we have the ability to choose which path to go on. Given the possibility of alternative choices, more than one future is possible if classical compatibilism holds true.

The common Classical Incompatibilist argument of determinism is as follows (X):

If someone acts of her own free will, then she could have done otherwise. (A – C)

If determinism is true, no one can do otherwise than one actually does. (D – E)

Therefore, if determinism is true, no one acts of her own free will (F).

As such, according to the argument, if determinism is true, no one has access to alternatives. Given that, only one future is possible in this argument of determinism. Attack on Titan seemingly supports this incompatibilist argument of determinism on the surface due to the fact that Eren only ever sees one future.

Eren Saying the Future Does Not Change:

Eren did indeed have access to multiple alternatives, however. Eren only ever sees one future in Attack on Titan because his alternative choices are rooted in the past and in his manipulation of it:

Eren purposely diverts Dina's titan from Bertolt to eat his own mother instead. The alternative choice would have been to let Bertolt be eaten.

Eren purposely convinces and forces Grisha to kill the Reiss family and take the Founder, even after Grisha had lost his nerve in doing so. The alternative choice would have been to let the Reiss family live.

If no alternative choices were available, Eren would not have had the capability of manipulating the past in the first place.

But, for the sake of argument, let us say that Eren did not have alternative choices. If he did not have alternative choices available, would that then be an argument that he had no free will? Another common compatibilist definition of free will is the ability of an agent to act according to their wishes, free of impediments. Take this explanation:

"On this view, freedom involves two components, a positive and a negative one. The positive component (doing what one wills, desires, or inclines to do) consists in nothing more than what is involved in the power of agency. The negative component (finding “no stop”) consists in acting unencumbered or unimpeded. Typically, the classical compatibilists’ benchmark of impeded or encumbered action is compelled action. Compelled action arises when one is forced by some external source to act contrary to one’s will."

Eren never acted contrary to his will in Attack on Titan. He wanted to do the Rumbling, and he did it.

Eren Saying He Wanted to do the Rumbling:

No one was able to convince or compel him to do otherwise. In Paths, he is originally shackled, but his will overrides the shackles placed upon him:

Later, when the Alliance is traveling to stop Eren, they attempt to converse with him in Paths to convince him to go against his own wishes, but Eren persists; he "keeps moving forward" against all obstacles to his desires. He refuses to negotiate with the Alliance, telling them that he refuses to engage in a discussion and that the only way to stop him will be by ending his life:

In response to these compatibilistic arguments, the Incompatibilist Consequence Argument posits that, in order for one to have freedom, one must be the ultimate source of their choices. The classic argument for this is as follows (X):

No one has power over the facts of the past and the laws of nature.

No one has power over the fact that the facts of the past and the laws of nature entail every fact of the future (i.e., determinism is true).

Therefore, no one has power over the facts of the future.

Consider defining "ultimate source" by the following explanation (X):

"An agent is an ultimate source of her action only if, at the very least, something necessary for her action originates within the agent herself. It cannot be located in places and times prior to the agent’s freely willing her action. If an agent is not the ultimate source of her actions, then her actions do not originate in her, and if her actions are the outcomes of conditions guaranteeing them, how can she be said to control them? The conditions sufficient for their occurrence were already in place long before she even existed!"

Attack on Titan specifically rejects this view of determinism, as Eren has the power to alter events in his own past to influence the future. He is the ultimate source of his own actions.

See @p-ssypink's response in this post:

Once Eren got to Paths in the final arc of Attack on Titan, he willfully manipulated the information his past self had access to in order to guarantee a certain outcome. He was the determinator of his own future.

Furthermore, consider these words from Hajime Isayama, the mangaka for Attack on Titan:

Excerpts from Hajime Isayama's Blog in 2016, discussing Minoru Furuya's manga, Himeanole (X, X):

Excerpt 1: "The serial-killer Morita's desire in life is nothing but to strangle people to death. Why is he a psychopathic killer? The manga portrays it as simply his nature. In other words, that's just the way he was born.

It's completely different from the usual concept of, "he's actually a kind boy, but was bullied to the point of killing and that made him realize how much he enjoyed it". It's true that he was bullied and that was a contributing factor. But even before he was bullied, he clearly said there was something 'not normal' about him."

Excerpt 2: "At first, he considered dying, because he felt he needed to erase the scum from the face of the earth. But before he died, there was one thing he wanted to do no matter what. It wasn't basketball or soccer or travelling to space. It was to receive sexual pleasure from strangling people to death. As many times as he could.

By coincidence, I am not a murderer. I think anyone who tries to understand others, even if you're not a murderer yourself, can still empathize to a degree.

'It's not like I chose to be born this way.'

It's about our nature from the moment we're born."

Excerpt from Isayama Hajime’s Bessatsu Shonen August 2017 Interview, discussing Attack on Titan's ending and Himeanole's influence on it (X):

Ultimately, I don't think the series passes judgment on what is "right" or "wrong." For example, when I read Furuya Minoru's "Himeanole," I knew society would consider the serial killer in the story unforgivable under social norms. But when I took into account his life and background I still wondered, "If this was his nature, then who is to blame...?" I even thought, "Is it merely coincidence that I wasn't born as a murderer?" We justify what we absolutely cannot accomplish as "a flaw due to lack of effort," and there is bitterness within that. On the other hand, for a perpetrator, having the mindset of "It's not because I lack effort that I became like this" is a form of solace. We cannot deny that under such circumstances, the victims' feelings are very important. But considering the root of the issue, rather than evaluating "what is right"...to be influenced by various other works and their philosophies, and to truthfully illustrate my exact feelings during those moments - I think that's what Shingeki no Kyojin's ending will resemble.

The above excerpts (and Eren's own words, as displayed earlier in this post) demonstrate that Eren could not control what he desired; he was born a monster. As such, free will is not entirely supported by the narrative of Attack on Titan. However, as has been demonstrated, neither is determinism. Compatibilism hence remains the best framework for interpreting Eren's character and his moral responsibility in Attack on Titan.

Eren was not a good person—he knew he was a bad person and that his actions in carrying out the Rumbling were wrong.

Eren Demonstrating His Knowledge That the Rumbling Would Be the "Greatest Act of Violence in History":

Eren Displaying His Guilt by Apologizing to Ramzi Because He Knew His Future Actions Were Wrong:

Although Eren could not control what he desired, he was responsible for the consequences that were generated, as he always had the capability of choosing otherwise and he was the ultimate source of all his actions. As such, his actions cannot be justified in any way to alleviate him of responsibility.

Note: This post was inspired by @cosmicjoke's last response in this chain and was created to elaborate on the points brought up in that response:

[freya-fallen]

Beastly 14/17

CWs: consequences of war, death, pregnancy, incestuous relationships (nothing other than a kiss and a word, no smut)

Word count: 2454

Part 1 Part 13 Part 15

“You stay right here, got it?” Zeke kneels in front of you, cupping your cheek and boring through you with those knife-silver eyes. “Do not move until you hear the knock. Not to look out the window, not to do anything.”

You cover his large hand as best you can with one of your own. He’s reiterated the plan to you multiple times. “I know, Zeke. I won’t. I promise.”

His pulse races beneath your palm. He stares a moment longer, leans forward, and kisses your forehead. “I love you, babygirl. I promise I’ll explain everything when I can. Just sit tight.”

“I know.” Your smile is tight, but loving. “I love you, too.”

“We’ll all be together soon. All three of us.” You squeeze hands before he’s out the door.

Whatever is happening, tonight’s the night.

You vaguely recall an invite from Willy Tybur Zeke insisted you decline— something to do with Eldia and with Marleyan and foreign dignitaries. Willy had sent multiple messages urging you to attend, but you know when to fight Zeke and when to accept his rulings. This is not a time to argue.

Stillness is impossible in this little room on the edge of the internment zone. You’re taken far from the docks, your location the subject of much stress for Zeke (Eren, too, if you overheard some of the blond’s mutterings correctly). Whatever’s happening is big. You suspect titan forms will come into play.

As you try immersing yourself in a narrative (written in Marleyan; you became decent fluent in your first year here), your suspicion is confirmed by thunderous explosions that shake the building even from a distance. 

Is it one of your brothers? Porco? Pieck? Considering this event coincides with whatever Willy’s doing, it could even be the War Hammer.

You try to count them, but they jumble together with the rushing blood through your ears and the thudding drum of your heart.

You promised Zeke you wouldn’t move. You wouldn’t look out the windows. The curtains are shut and the shutters drawn, but your fingers itch to open them wide and take a peek.

But you promised.

You can only pray for your brothers until someone comes for you.

When the sharp knocks sound in the pattern Zeke imparted, you jump from the chair and throw yourself to the door, opening it wide.

“Section Commander Hange?” 

They grin widely at you, a familiar expression made alien from years of not seeing it, and the loss of one eye if judging by the patch beneath their spectacles.

“C’mon, little Yeager. We gotta get you outta here.” They prod you along with assurances that Zeke is fine, you’ll see him soon. “Levi’s got it all handled.”

Captain Levi? That’s not comforting. Zeke is terrified of Captain Levi. You’re also pretty sure that he and the entire Survey Corps must hate your older brother, and for good reason. If you didn’t love him, need him, you might hate him, too.

“Moblit,” Hange cries. The harried man rushes forward to sweep you into a bridal carry. 

“Hey, wait,” you try to protestas you cling to him. He uses the freedom to propel you through the air, navigating the urban terrain with suspicious accuracy. From over his shoulder, you see chaos below. There are multiple titan, collapsed buildings, bodies everywhere— you have to work not to retch. 

You reach the airship in minutes. Moblit guides you on board, where you’re awkward amidst all the scouts in their sleek black gear. Fingers grip your skirt as you wonder what you’re supposed to do now.

“Oi!” The shout thrums through a part of you that’s been sleeping these last few years. “Get the hell over here, Yeager.”

“Sir!” you respond without thinking, hustling toward the small man. Fury radiates from him so strongly you can almost see it coming out in waves. 

He grabs you by the collar and hauls you through a door and into a storage area. There’s Zeke, wrists bound and a little worse for wear, lines around his eyes indicating he was recently in his titan form, but overall whole and hale. You reach for him, but Captain Levi shoves you into a wall.

“Hey!” your brother protests.

You’d forgotten how strong the captain is. Your feet barely touch the ground, and he isn’t even trying. 

“Tell me something, Yeager. Why aren’t you being held as a prisoner of war?”

You blank, blinking at the man as your mind reels to catch up with everything. “Ze-Zeke keeps me with him all the time.”

“Oh yeah?” He leans closer, and the nearness of your heights make it more intimate than any time another guy has done this, but it’s not at all titilating; it’s chilling. “So you went with big brother willingly?”

Your eyes widen. “No, sir! He— he didn’t give me a choice. Him and Reiner and—”

“I already told you this, shorty,” Zeke decries. “Didn’t your little blond boy confirm it?”

Levi’s grey slate eyes narrow. “You were taken against your will?”

“I’d never leave Eren,” you stress. You return his stare, willing him to read the truth.

“You know what he’s done?” the Captain nods to indicate your older brother.

You nod. “Yeah. I know.” 

The captain scoffs and tosses you to the floor. 

“Watch it.” Zeke crawls to comfort you, a sereing glance tossed at the smaller man. “She shouldn’t be thrown around in her condition.”

“She’s a trained scout. She can handle it,” Levi growled back.

“Three years ago, maybe.” You huddle against Zeke, uncertain what to do, what to say, what to think.

Where is Eren?

“And certainly not when she’s pregnant.”

Everything stops.

Grey-blue eyes dart to you. You can feel them taking in the shape of your body. You haven’t put on weight from pregnancy yet, but there are subtle changes you and Zeke can tell, with the knowledge you both have of your form.

“You’re pregnant?”

Your vision heats and shimmers as you nod your confirmation.

Captain Levi scoffs again and runs a hand through his ink dark hair. “Who’s the father? Braun? He always had a thing for you.”

Zeke sneers. “He wishes.”

“Then who—”

“It doesn’t matter,” you mutter, sniffling to withhold your tears. “Can someone just please tell me what’s going on?”

Zeke rolls his head on your shoulder. “We’re going to Paradis, honey.”

You frown.

“You brothers,” the captain spits, “have taken it upon themselves to initiate war with Marley. They say they have some kind of plan.”

You turn to Zeke in shock. “But your Warriors—”

“This is for the best. I promise.”

There’s a ruckus outside this small area and Levi grumbles, eyes you both, and leaves you there. 

A few minutes later, Levi returns, dragging in your twin with Hange. Not that Eren is fighting.

“Eren!” You throw yourself into his arms, unbothered by the heat of his still-cooling body.

“Hi there, stringbean.” He nuzzles you as his body steams and heals, and you’re careful to avoid those areas. 

You sit between the two of them as they begin to speak. There’s a shout of Zeke’s name outside the room, and all of you look up in confusion. A minute later, a shaggy haired young scout tugs in two familiar youths. You’re about to question the Warrior candidates, but you freeze as you catch the scout’s face.

He stares at you with equally awed eyes. “Little Yeager?”

“Jean?” You never call him horse-face. You stand and amble past the children to greet your old comrade. One hand reaches for the scruff across his jaw, but you don’t touch him. “You got even taller.”

The pinched anger of his features softens as he skims over you. “Well, you’ve gotten less stringy.”

You laugh. “So I hear.” 

Behind you, Gabi and Falco are talking to Zeke. You half turn, and a long hand grabs your forearm. “They killed Sasha.”

You teeter on uneasy feet. “What?” 

“Yeah, climbed aboard, and the girl shot her.” Your head flicks back and forth between the kids and your former squadmate. 

“They— no. There’s no way.” Not Sasha, you needed to tell her about all the food you’ve had, about how many different ways you’ve been served meat, and—

A tug draws your gaze back to the taller boy. “Well, they did.”

Two figures appear behind him, only to shove him aside when they make out your face. You’re surrounded by familiar embraces as Armin and Mikasa talk over one another.

“Hold on, hold on.” It’s too much. You back away and wipe tears from your eyes. “I’m getting a little overwhelmed.”

Mikasa’s dark eyes read with subdued sympathy, while Armin’s blues are bright with emotion. “Come on, we’ll talk in private.” Mikasa reaches for you, but you step back again, shaking your head. 

“I want to stay here with Eren and Zeke.”

Your friends’ eyes harden. “You can see them later,” Mikasa urges, but you continue backwards until you can sit between them again, and both boys offer you a hand.

“I’m not leaving them.”

“Their little friend killed Sasha,” Jean reiterates, as though this should pull you from your brothers. That gets Armon and Mikasa’s attention, and they run out to check on your newly dead friend. 

There’s too much going on. Strangers who know your brothers and your former leaders, but not you, come in and reveal that this was all Zeke’s plan. 

“You must’ve really wanted to kill me,” Zeke muses with a little smirk at Captain Levi.

You’re distracted from the response by Eren squeezing your hand. “You should nap, bean.” 

“I’m not tired,” you protest.

He huffs. “You are. Zeke told me how tired you’ve been lately.”

The rare softness in your twin’s eyes tells you he knows— or at least suspects— why, too. So you nod and lay with your head in his lap. Zeke insists you lay your feet on his lap never willing to be without you, and you fade in and out while the airship travels.

You’re jostled awake as the airship lands, rolling off your makeshift pillows and stretching your aching body. Your brothers do the same, framing you as they’re prone to do.

“Come on.” Levi leads the way off. There’s much heaviness and sorrow as Sasha’s body is carried to land. You aren’t sure it’s hit you, what with everything that’s happened.

Hange nudges you and tells you to follow them, but you cling to your brothers— at least until Eren murmurs that he’ll see you soon and kisses your forehead.

“Ren—” you call, but he’s already walking away.

“Come oooon, kid,” Hange orders. “Let’s get you to medical, eh?”

“I don’t need to see a medic,” you insist. “I want to stay with Zeke.”

Levi shakes his head. “You’ll see him later. Go with the Commander.”

You stare pleadingly at your older brother, who shakes his head. “I’m sorry, honey. I’ll be with you as soon as I can, okay?”

You wish you were alone with him, so you could beg, or at least kiss him properly goodbye. Your eyes fill with tears and you swallow hard, rising on your toes to place your lips near his ear and whisper, “Love you, daddy,” so he knows you aren’t just afraid of being by yourself, but specifically without him. And then you plant your lips on his cheeks.

“I love you, too, babygirl. Be good for me.”

You nod and let the Commander lead you away.

You only look back twice, and both times he’s doing the same.

“So.” Hange steers you into medical whether you want it or not.

It’s strange. There is a feeling of modernity you’d never expect from your old home, no doubt from them being connected to the rest of the world now. It’s no Marley, but Paradis is changed. “Any injuries to report.”

You let them take you to an empty bed, and a medic soon joins. “I’m fine. I really don’t need an exam.”

“It’s standard procedure,” they respond. “Besides, you’ve had a stressful night. We should check on your condition.”

The delicate phrasing makes you grimace. Who else knows by now? “I feel fine.”

“How far along are you?” Hange blurts, and a new gleam of understanding appears in the medic’s eyes.

You shrug. “Uh, maybe ten weeks?”

The Commander nods. “And the father—”

“I already told Captain Levi that doesn’t matter,” you interrupt. 

They nod understandingly. “Sure, sure. But, ah, we should still know. Medical reasons and stuff. If the father’s a titan shifter—”

“It doesn’t matter.” Your voice is low and hard.

“Was it forced?” the medic murmurs gently.

You shake in refusal, then pause and sigh. “Not— not forced. We didn’t mean for it to happen. It was an accident.” Uncertain hands settle over your stomach to indicate just what part was the accident.

“But the sex—” Hange began.

“No. He’d never.” He loves me, you add silently.

“Kid, I know the last few years must’ve been hard on you.” The Commander sits beside you on the cot. 

You know what they’re doing. “It wasn’t bad. They didn’t shove me in prison or torture me or anything.”

They smile, emanating some relief. “That’s great. But— why? You were an enemy soldier after all.”

“Zeke convinced them I wasn’t a threat.” You twiddle your thumbs where they meet against your shirt. “And Reiner and Bertholdt— and then Porco— all confirmed it.”

“Still, they took a big risk,” they pressed.

“Zeke just kept me in his barracks.” You roll your eyes. “Or with him all the time. Can’t be a danger if I’m with Marley’s Wonderboy.”

“So you were never away from him?” 

You freeze, then scowl. You won’t be manipulated like this. You’re not an idiot, nor are you a child. “I wasn’t with him twenty-four-seven. I attended an event with their general and some other babysitters a week or so ago. And then I stayed with Lord Tybur for a little while when Zeke was on a mission.”

A keen dark eye bores into you. “Tybur. Is he the one—”

“No,” you say. “Can we please stop talking about this? I’m telling you it doesn’t matter.”

“We might be able to abort this early,” the medic considers.

Ah, yes. That option. You’ve never spoken to Zeke about it, choosing to think on your own. 

Hange shakes their head. “No can do. Zeke said something about the baby being important. Royal blood, apparently.”

“But I thought Historia was having children.” Your mouth dries hearing that they’ve discussed this with your brother. When? Was it while you slept? What did Zeke say? 

“She is, but it’s always good to have a backup.”

It reminds you of something Zeke told you long ago.

“The Tyburs are like that, always popping out children so they have replacements waiting in the wings.”

The blood in your veins runs cold. Fingertips curl into your stomach. 

Zeke’s of royal blood. 

You try to shake off the thought. He wouldn’t. Zeke wouldn’t do that to you. He loves you, more than anything. He loves you.

“He loves me.” You’re crying again, damned hormones. 

“Who?”

You shake your head again, laughing bitterly. Your throat is filled with glass. 

But you’re still not going to answer.

[writingforcuteppl]

Sweet Revenge

PAIRING: Eren Yeager x Stepsister!Reader x Zeke Yeager

SUMMARY: Zeke has one mission and one mission only. Destroy Grisha just as he did with him and his mother. And what better way to do it than with his other two children.

GENRE: Smut.

WARNINGS: PSEUDOINCEST, manipulation, cursing.

WORD COUNT: 2.7k words

Zeke hated Grisha with his whole being. He hated how he treated him when he was a little kid how he left him and his mother. Hated how he started a new family with another woman. How he acted like the perfect father when he was far from it. And also hated how perfect his two new children seemed to be.

Eren and Y/n Yeager. The wonder kids from Doctor Grisha Yeager. No one knew Grisha had another family before. Only his wife, Carla, was aware of it. That’s what Zeke thought after one time he bumped into Eren and Y/n. The pair only offered a quick “Sorry” and continued walking to wherever they were going.

Zeke wanted to ruin Grisha in the worst way possible. And he knew exactly how. Going for not other than his beautiful children. As simple as that. He knew what he wanted to do was pretty fucked up, but in the end is what Grisha deserved, right?

Zeke saw you walking alone on your way home after going out with your friends. You were one street away from your house when he approached you with a friendly demeanor, trying not to scare you away. He started the conversation by introducing himself, saying how he is one of your dad’s patients and how he saw you one day at his clinic. You looked at him with surprised eyes. You don’t actually remember him at all since you usually help your dad whenever the clinic is packed with patients, but you have to admit, sometimes you can be distracted. So you just brushed off his comment. Maybe he was right. Zeke couldn’t believe how easy it was to trick you. You were gullible, and it was perfect for his plan.

The two of you continued to talk. Well, mostly, it was Zeke complimenting how the dress you were wearing really suited you or how the pins on your hair matched your dress. And you smiled at him. You loved all his comments. You always received compliments from the people in your life and also from people on the street, and every time you heard them, you were thankful for them. They always made your day. Eren was the one who complimented and praised you the most.

After some time, you checked your phone and noticed you had lost 30 minutes talking to Zeke and were supposed to arrive at your home 10 minutes ago. You told Zeke you were sorry, but you really needed to go home. He understood and said goodbye to you, but of course, he managed to get your phone. You waved goodbye and started to walk to your house.

Zeke was charmed by you. Those 30 minutes he spent talking to you helped him realize this plan of his was going to be perfect because he gets to corrupt sweet little you.

The days passed, and he managed to get closer to you. The two of you met outside your house or his house. He always sends you “good morning” messages every single day since you met him on your way home. Always wanting to talk to you about whatever you were doing and asking you about your family. Those were the most important conversations and he understood something. You were really close to Eren. You explained to him that Eren was always there for you, always taking care of you, spoiling you, and praising you since you were his little sister. And you always manage to start talking about Eren in whatever conversation the two of you are having. You also said how much you love your parents, how they always took care of you and Eren, and how they always make sure you have and live a happy life. Zeke was in disbelief because he knew better. Grisha was nothing like that when he was little.

The more you talked and spent time with Zeke, the more you fell for him. He made you feel appreciated in ways no one has ever, except for Eren, of course. You suppose that is what people call being in love, or at least that’s what Zeke told you. Every time you saw Zeke’s name pop up on your screen, you felt your stomach bubble with excitement. Your friends and family were happy to finally see you in love, except for Eren. Whoever was taking all your attention was starting to get on his nerves. Grisha took notice of Eren’s reaction when you mentioned you were talking to a guy you met a few weeks ago. Eren told Grisha he was just being overprotective of you since he’s your big stepbrother. And no one will ever be enough for you.

Zeke always managed to talk to you via messages, phone calls, or video calls. You were always with your phone in hand. And ready to meet him whenever he told you he wanted to see you. You slowly started to drift away from the people in your life. The only thing on your mind was Zeke. Zeke and the way he always complimented your outfit of the day. Zeke and his soft voice talking to you so you could sleep quicker. Zeke and his praises whenever he heard your sweet moans coming out while he was touching you, wanting to see your pretty face while you came. Zeke, Zeke, Zeke.

But your family wanted to meet this guy who had your head over the moon. Eren was against it. That guy was taking all of your attention, leaving nothing to him.

Zeke told you he was going to meet your family soon, but it was still not the time. You didn’t understand why he was trying to postpone it, but you really didn’t care. Being with Zeke was enough.

Three months into your relationship, you told him your parents were going to be out for two days, and Eren was going to be with his friends over those two days, so you had the house for yourself, and you didn’t want to be alone so you invited him to come over. Who was he to deny something to you?

It was the last day you were going to be alone at your house. Eren was returning at noon, and your parents in the evening, but you didn’t want Zeke to leave you. The past two days were like a honeymoon for the two of you. Zeke fucked you as he pleased. There was no one to bother with your moans and groans. Zeke felt he was in heaven whenever he was deep down inside your pussy. He really didn’t care if you were his half-stepsis. It was as if you were made just for him. Always taking him so well every time he wanted.

That day, when Eren returned to his house, he heard your whimpers and moans, combined with the sound of skin slapping. He stormed to your room and opened the door without any type of warning. The sight of you, with another man’s dick inside of you, made his blood boil.

Eren would’ve been lying if he said the sight of you being all cockdrunk didn’t affect him. He already has lost count of how many times he has made himself cum at the pure thought of fucking his little sis.

“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING TO HER?” Eren shouted at Zeke, but he only smirked.

“Fucking her senseless, can’t you see?” Zeke responded to him, and for the first time, you saw Eren in the eyes.

“I’m sorry ‘Ren.” Your eyes started to fill with tears. You didn’t want Eren to see you with another man. After all, you and he had something going on before you started dating Zeke. And no good girl should be seen by her stepbrother getting fucked by another man. You began to feel overwhelmed, and you didn’t know why. Was it the fact Zeke seemed to go harder on you the moment he saw Eren in the room? Maybe it was because you were embarrassed. After all, your brother found you fucking someone. Or maybe, just maybe, the fact that your Eren didn’t seem mad and looked like he was enjoying the view?

“Zeke, I’m gonna-” you managed to say, never stopping looking into Eren’s eyes.

“Go on, show your brother the big girl you are” Zeke felt you clench around his cock and it almost made him cum too, almost.

Zeke looked at Eren, still standing at the entrance of your room. He could see Eren wanting to do something more. In this plan, he heavily relied on Eren’s feelings for you and what he believed had been happening behind closed doors between you and Eren. He wouldn’t have made all this if he knew Eren only saw you as his little sister. No. He knew damn well he needed a little push to break his composure. He knew it the moment he heard Eren and his friends one night at a bar talk about all the things Eren would do to you if you weren’t his sister. How he would be inside of you, fucking you day and night, fantasizing about how you would sound moaning his name. Zeke laid you down on your mattress and sat down at the edge of your bed, looking at Eren.

“So, are you gonna stand there and watch? C’mon, Eren, for someone who wants to fuck this little princess over here, you’re not doing much” Eren seemed to snap out of it after hearing Zeke’s words, and he made his way to you. He spread your legs so he could see your used cunt. He could see the mix of yours and Zeke’s juices spurting out of your tight hole, and it made him groan. You tried to close your legs since you didn’t want your brother to look at you directly at your pussy, but he was stronger. You felt one of Eren’s fingers slide up and enter your pussy, collecting the juices before they could entirely fall into your sheets. You whined. This is wrong. Eren never did something more than kiss you.

“Look at this mess. You just let any guy fuck you when I should be the only one doing it” Eren’s tongue licked your clit. He could taste you and Zeke at the same time. It was the most disgusting, yet arousing thing he’s ever done. You whimpered. Eren couldn’t care less if he was also tasting Zeke. He wanted to keep hearing you make those sweet sounds that were coming out of your mouth. He started to suck your clit, sending waves of pleasure all over your body. The more he sucked, the louder your moans began to get. Each and one of your moans had an effect directly on Eren’s cock. He couldn’t wait to actually fuck you.

“Eren, please?” you didn’t know what you were asking. You didn’t know if you wanted him to stop or if you wanted him to go further with you. Eren looked up, staring directly into his eyes and you whimpered. His gaze was so penetrating. He looked at you with pleasing eyes, the same look you had whenever you wanted to get something out of him. You grabbed him by his hair and yanked his head away from you, making him stop his ministrations to your clit. Eren looked as if he was drunk. His nose and mouth glistened with your cum and juice, and of course, Zeke’s too. 

“Can you please…” For the first time since Eren started eating you out, you turned your gaze and looked at your boyfriend for some type of permission. Zeke nodded, showing he was ok with what you were going to ask. You returned your gaze to Eren. “Can you fuck me, please?” you looked at Eren with pleading eyes. Zeke was smiling. This definitely is going better than he expected. You heard Eren curse after hearing such filthy words, but you were looking at Zeke. He looked different. As if he wasn’t mad at the fact that his girlfriend’s stepbrother was going to fuck her at any moment. It was as if he wanted this just as much as you and Eren did.

“You have no idea how much I’ve been dying for those words to come out from this pretty mouth of yours. Fuck!” You could see that Eren was already half-naked, undergarments were long forgotten on the floor of your bedroom. The tip of his cock was playing with your entrance, smearing the mix of his saliva and cum all over your pussy, lubricating himself so he could slide into you. Slowly, he entered you, and you both moaned in unison.

“Fuu- ‘Ren, it’s too big. It won’t fit.” you cried out. You felt Eren’s length stretch you out and it felt like he was splitting you in half. You were able to hear the lewd sound coming from below you as he was going deeper into you, juices squirting out of you.

“I’ll make it fit, angel.” Eren let out a groan after he felt your pussy clench around his shaft. “You’ve been just fucked, and you’re still so tight. Are you sure this boyfriend of yours is fucking you properly? Zeke growled at his comment, but you couldn’t care less. When he was finally all inside you, he whispered, “You know how many nights I’ve dreamt of this angel? How often have I come while I hear your whines and whimpers coming out from your room in the middle of the night, wishing it was me, the one making you make those noises? Fuck, you are taking me so well.” Eren gave you a sweet kiss on your forehead and continued fucking you. This wasn’t only a fuck of one night to Eren. No. Zeke could see the way Eren was holding your hands while he was fucking you, the way he showered your face with sweet kisses, and the way he was whispering how good of a girl you were being for him, telling you how much he loved you. Whispering sweet nothings to you. Zeke wasn’t going to admit it, but he was jealous. He was jealous because you didn’t react like that with him. Deep down, he knew this was only a side of you Eren would always have. Him and only him.

“Eren, can I cum, please?” you sobbed, too overwhelmed after the first orgasm you already had. Eren looked at your teary and pleading eyes. How could he say no to you? His sweet little angel, who is always so good to him.

“Cum all over my cock, princess” that was enough for you to trigger your orgasm. Eren came just right after you. Milking your insides with his seed. Eren felt he was in heaven. Maybe heaven is deep inside of your cunt, and he was disappointed we had been missing out on it. “You’ve done so well, angel. Good girl,” Eren gave you a tender kiss on the lips. You were able to taste yourself and Zeke. It was weird but hot.

Eren could see your sleepy eyes starting to close. So the two of you cuddle on your bed. Slowly drifting away as you forgot Zeke was still in your room.

“Kids, we are home.” Zeke heard Carla’s voice coming from the living room and smiled. Showtime. “Do you think they’re out?” She asked Grisha, who was slowly making his way to your room, to check if you were actually at home. He opened the door to your room and froze at the sight. You and Eren were naked and cuddled up. He wasn’t stupid. He knew exactly what happened.

“Interesting, am I right?” Zeke questioned in a mocking tone. Zeke looked directly into Grisha’s eyes “You know, you should pay more attention to your children. And you need to educate them on what’s wrong and right because this-” he pointed at you and Eren’s sleeping bodies. “Well, it is not illegal, but definitely wrong.”

“You did this, didn’t you?” Zeke chuckled.

“A little price you need to pay for what you did.” Zeke stood up from your desk chair, grabbed the pack of cigs that was on your desk and left your room. Grisha started to follow him, leaving behind whatever he was going to say to you for later.

Zeke was almost exiting the house when he turned around and said, “You ruined my life. Now we’re even.”

n a v i g a t i o n

[cielettosa]

THE YEAGERS AND THE ACKERMANS II: The Similarities and the Contrasts

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

This post contains:

The foundation of Eren and Zeke's relationship

The foundation of Levi and Mikasa's relationship

The similarities between Eren and Zeke AND Mikasa and Levi's relationship

The contrasts between Eren and Zeke AND Mikasa and Levi's relationship

What their relationship signifies in the story

Attack on Titan is a story driven by the complex relationships between characters. Two families, in particular, hold immense weight: Yeager family and the Ackerman clan.

While each member possesses their own unique personality and goals, the relationships between Eren, Mikasa, Levi, and Zeke become a fascinating dance that reflects individual growth and major themes throughout the series.

Levi and Mikasa are presented not only as parallels to Zeke and Eren, but also as stark contrasts. By examining these contrasting relationships, we gain a richer understanding of each character's journey

Eren Yeager and Mikasa Ackerman, the series' central characters, are joined by their significant counterparts, Zeke Yeager and Levi Ackerman. These characters, along with Grisha Yeager and Kenny Ackerman, serve as crucial connecting points across various arcs and plotlines.

What truly sets these families apart is the influence that transcends simply sharing a last name. Shared traits, genetics, and a complex history bind Levi, Mikasa, Zeke, and Eren (with Grisha and Kenny serving as bridges to previous generations). This shared lineage becomes a driving force, shaping their motivations and influencing the major plot points of the story.

The Yeagers and Ackermans, despite their differences, play complementary roles in the narrative. The Yeagers, with their drive for change, are the catalysts for action. They push the story forward, even if their methods are destructive. The Ackermans, with their unwavering loyalty and exceptional skills, are the forces that react and try to maintain order.

Similarities:

1. Late beginnings:

- Eren and Zeke have no prior connection. They meet when Eren is already 15 years old, completely unaware of their shared lineage.

- Mikasa and Levi are revealed to be relatives, but they meet when Mikasa is 15. None of them has proper knowledge of their Ackerman heritage. Mikasa doesn't grasp the significance of her name, and Levi is initially oblivious to his own Ackerman lineage.

2. Unsteady Introductions:

- Eren views Zeke with suspicion and hostility, due to Zeke attacking Survey Corps.

- Mikasa's fierce protectiveness of Eren clashes with Levi's stoic authority, leading to immediate dislike on her part.

3. Understanding of Each Other:

- Zeke believes Eren is another victim of their father's presumed manipulation, feels a sense of responsibility and tries to protect him.

- Levi, recognizing Mikasa's emotional attachment to Eren, chooses to overlook her insubordination and becomes a silent guardian, even expressing concern for her well-being.

Contrasts:

The relationship between Eren and Zeke is built on a foundation of manipulation and self-interest. Zeke seeks a connection with Eren, projecting his own experiences onto him. He craves a "brother" who understands his past and validates his plan. Eren, on the other hand, sees Zeke as a tool. He plays into Zeke's assumptions about their shared history to activate the Rumbling and achieve his own goals.

Levi and Mikasa's path to understanding starts with shared battles. Witnessing Levi's unwavering dedication to protecting Eren, even in the face of danger, earns Mikasa's initial trust. This respect deepens as they fight alongside each other, facing life-or-death situations that forge a bond.

Beyond battles, their time within the Survey Corps fosters a sense of camaraderie. Levi, recognizing the value of his team, demonstrates loyalty and support to those around him. Mikasa, in turn, observes this leadership quality and aligns herself with his dedication to the cause.

The shared experiences of the Uprising arc and the aftermath of the Return to Shiganshina only strengthen their trust.

The divergent paths of these relationships highlight a crucial theme in Attack on Titan. Trust and genuine connection are essential for forming meaningful bonds, while manipulation and self-interest ultimately lead to emptiness and betrayal. Unlike Eren and Zeke, who attempt to build a relationship based solely on shared ancestry, Mikasa and Levi's trust thrives on shared goals and mutual will to achieve those goals.

They never rely on their last name to define their relationship.

So basically:

- Blinded by the false assumption, Zeke fails to recognize Eren's true motivations. This lack of understanding becomes a catalyst for disaster, as Zeke unwittingly empowers Eren to unleash his horrific plan.

- Levi recognizes the intensity of Mikasa's emotions, allowing him to relate to her and guide her. Levi doesn't simply fulfill her wishes; he pushes her to consider the bigger picture, facilitating her potential by guiding her towards the mission at hand.

Zeke's path is one of disillusionment. Having grappled with childhood trauma, he initially values the Eldian race's sterilization as a way to end suffering. However, witnessing Eren's true intentions shatters his idealized vision. As he confronts the horrific reality of Eren's plan, Zeke is forced to confront the value of life itself, leading him to oppose his own brother.

Eren, on the other hand, becomes increasingly hardened and isolated. His experiences fuel a desire for total freedom, overshadowing the possibility of forming genuine bonds. He views Zeke solely as a tool to achieve his goals, prioritizing his own agenda over any potential connection

Levi's willingness to open up emotionally allows him to connect with Mikasa on a deeper level. They find common ground in their unwavering dedication to the cause and a growing respect for each other's skills. The more they see of each other, the stronger their trust becomes, solidifying their position on the same side of the final conflict.

Which leads to this:

- Zeke and Eren goes separate ways. Zeke's confrontation with his trauma leads him to seek redemption. Eren, however, becomes consumed by it.

- Levi and Mikasa comes to follow the same goal: to stop the Rumbling.

Other analyses by me:

Levi Ackerman: Why he is Humanity's Strongest Soldier

Levi and Kenny

How Levi utilizes his intellect in fighting and decision making and his leadership in final battle

Levi Ackerman (an overall analysis? One of my first one so it's not that good ig)

[elleseekswritingpartners]

searching for aot/attack on titan writing partners (updated NEVER EXPIRES)

Elle. 20+. GMT. discord/tumblr/docs. I'm a long-term roleplayer and I will literally send you memes and HCs and create Pinterest boards and google docs one hour after we start talking because I'm both stupid and unhinged. I joke around a lot but be critical of the media you consume or leave, also this is a no bigotry zone.

WE'LL GET ALONG IF:

You are older than 19 years old.

You’re not interested in smut-centered plots.

You’re genuinely ok with doubling up. I've been roleplaying for over a decade, trust me it's blatant when someone is forcing themselves to write a character they don't want to write.

You're okay with discussing family-centered content, even if it's not realistic / just in an AU - I love talking about families and our characters as parents, so this is a must for me.

You don’t care intensely about following what’s canon: my philosophy is to look at the world that is provided to us and turn it into our playground.

You like plots with a mixture of realism and clichés: realism is VERY important to me especially when writing ships, but i WILL conjugate that realism with more cringy elements (like love triangles, pinning, and accidental pregnancies).

You’ll match my energy. I'm going to jump right to plotting and shipping to gauge if we’ll be compatible or not because I don’t like to waste time.

You can communicate and be enthusiastic: I'm a very devoted roleplay partner. I don't expect us to talk every day and I don't expect fast replies, but if we don’t interact for 2 weeks, I'll clock out.  

You'll explore mature topics with respect. I don't have trigger warnings and enjoy writing potentially triggering topics like manipulation, religious themes, and memory loss etc, but let's always be respectful. 

what i'm interested in writing:

please know that ilse langnar, mike/miche zacharias, and eld gin are my main characters and i will always want to throw them at you, in a ship or in a brotp or i any other dynamic.

i only write m/f ships with new writing partners, sorry!

erwin smith x f oc

zeke yeager x f oc or pieck finger (i can write either)

porco galliard x f oc or pieck finger (i can write either)

marcel galliard x f oc

levi ackerman x f oc

and also:

reiner braun x f oc (selective with this one, need to discuss plot ideas first)

jean kirstein x f oc

jean kirstein x hitch dreyse

erwin smith x f oc

zeke yeager x f oc

mike zacharias x f oc

gunther schultz x f oc

eld gin x f oc

petra rall x m oc

hanji/hange zoe x levi ackerman (i can write either)

hanji/hange zoe x erwin smith (i can write either)

absolute massive bonus points if you do a mumu with me bc i love connecting characters and plots. i write ilse (and lynne) and if you give me a brotp for her with any of these characters : marlene, nabana, hange i will deadass cry. if you let me write mike or eld against erwin in a brotp i will deadass cry too.

ty for reading!! don't forget to say hi if you're interested. ✨

[cosmicjoke]

Im genuinely so confused about Eren’s powers in season 4 maybe I’m stupid but like I thought only the inheritors of the attack titan can just see the memories of the past and future inheritors, they cant actually time travel. Yet Eren goes back and convinces his dad to kill Frieda so in that way he’s time traveling and manipulating things?? Is it because he has the founding titan as well?? Maybe you could help me understand?

Time travel elements in stories make everyone's brains hurt, I think, lol. It can be incredibly difficult to wrap your head around, because things get so confusing.

Basically, it's a time loop. Things were always going to turn out the way they did, because it's what Eren wanted to happen. He saw the future he did because it was what he'd already decided. Having inherited the attack titan, it allowed him to see the past and future, while everyone else that had inherited the attack titan could do the same. So Grisha and Eren Kruger could also see the past and future. It's why Kruger talks about Armin and Mikasa before they'd ever been born, because he sees Grisha's memories, seemingly before Grisha has even inherited the attack titan himself. It's all interconnected, past, present and future. It's why Eren himself says that his head is all mixed up, because he's seeing everything, from both the past, the present and the future, all at once.

So Eren influencing Grisha isn't actually Eren time traveling, it's just the time loop occurring, Grisha experiencing Eren's future memories and experiences, one of those future experiences being Eren and Zeke in the paths and going through Eren's childhood memories. Eren is there with Grisha, through their connection in the paths, and he's able to tell him to kill Frieda and take the Founder. Again, this is all on a time loop, with Eren influencing events to create the exact scenario he needs to gain the power to enact the Rumbling. It's how Eren is also able to influence Dinah Yeager's titan to ignore Bertolt and go after Carla instead, because he's using the power of the Founding Titan to control her. The time loop makes it possible for him to already have the power of the Founder to do so, even though in that past event, he doesn't yet have the power of the Founder or even the Attack Titan. Basically, everything you see happening from past, present and future in the story is happening simultaneously in Eren's mind, and he's influencing events as they're happening, because he's there, both in the past, present and future, all at once.

It's really confusing and complicated, and I have a hard time wrapping my head around it too. But that's basically how I understand it.

I don't know if that was helpful at all, but I hope it was, lol.

[animeyanderelover]

I tried to think of ways how a noble Marleyan darling would work for some characters here and came up more or less with the conclusion that darling has to be more on a rebellious side and sneak their way into the island since they want to try to stop this upcoming war.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, manipulation, sabotage, paranoia, delusions, abduction

Noble Marleyan darling

Eren Yeager

👊 Eren most likely meets his s/o during the time where he infiltrates Marley as Eren Kruger. His darling has to be different from the rest though and has to be someone who is more around him. Let's assume that, despite your noble status, you mingle willingly under the Eldian and even help the hospital with your financial power. It's bound to surprise him a bit since your kind hates his. Obviously he is warily at the beginning since he suspects that you have ulterior motives. He feels a twinge of flaring anger when he realizes that you managed to invade his heart with your kindness and your attempts to understand Eldians better. He's colder to you and glares at you in his last try to find the ugly side who despises his kind and wants them dead. He fails though and that's the point where Eren just accepts it and embraces his obsession. He's selfish, doesn't want you to die during the upcoming attack and manipulates Zeke into making sure that you're captured before the attack starts.

👊 Eren ends up lying about the reason why you're kept here for now, instead convinces the others that you're from a family with high position and that you're a good way to blackmail them a bit. The Yeagerists are ordered to free you from your cell and transport you to a new location, not to long before Eren breaks free himself. He knows that you're going to hate him since he's the one who launched the attack on your country and killed innocent bystanders. Not to mention the inevitable feeling of betrayal when you discover who the wounded soldier in Marley really was. Your pleas fall on deaf ears though as Eren prioritizes your safety and the guarantee that you stay with him over your own emotions and feelings. He knows that he's obsessed and he knows that he's selfish and cruel but he can't let you leave. He at least protects you from the hatred of the others, threatens them to not harm you in any way. He blames you partially for the situation, you triggered such strong emotions inside of him.

Armin Arlert

🐚 Together with Pieck, Porco and the army of the Marleyans after Eren has set his plan in motion comes you, a Marleyan from a noble family who stubbornly insisted to come along and even sneaked your way in. Your status leaves Pieck and the others no other choice but to protect you even if you insist on being fine by yourself. The whole situation is bullshit for you, everything could have been avoided if everyone would have just tried to understand the other yet here you are. Your mindset is astonishing and whilst you harbor a grudge against Eren and the others for attacking your town, you also believe that you don't have much right to complain since your country has caused them suffering too. You're curious, interested but also prideful and bold, all things that cause Armin to be slightly flustered. He appreciates you though since it shows that there are people from Marley who don't view his people plainly as a devil. You view him as an equal and given your position, he feels weirdly honored.

🐚 You become a precious comrade with time as you fight with him and the others in order to stop Eren from killing everyone except the people on Paradise Island. Whilst you don't have as much talent nor experience, your high position already helps to make other Marleyans cooperate since they can't shoot you. You run with them, you bleed with them and you cry with them when everything is over and for a short time it's like everyone forgets from where you are, Armin included. Maybe that's why he allows himself to fall in love with you. Armin is slightly insecure since you are noble and become some sort of advisor for Marley later on whilst he is ordinary and whilst you never judge based on that, this lingering insecurity stays with him. At first he shys away, at one point he becomes more possessive though, more manipulative. He insists that you should stay more on Paradise Island or he himself tries to travel more often to you for negotiations between your nations.

Levi Ackerman

⚔️ You find your way into Paradise Island by posing as a soldier and soon sneak your way out. You don't have any plan but hope to talk with Zeke and Eren to have this madness stop before it escalates in death and sorrow for everyone. Instead you stumble into the forest where you meet one of the soldiers with a wounded comrade. Their names are Hange and Levi as you find out shortly after having convinced Hange that you haven't come to attack them. You throw away all your weapons as a sign and beg them to take them with you since you haven't thought things enough through and for that are here with no plans. When you reveal your status, they seem convinced enough that they can use you as a bait when things go hard. Your position comes indeed useful since Pieck and Theo Magath are left with no choice but cooperate with Hange since you insist to stay and help. The first thing Levi sees upon opening his eyes is you since you've been watching out for him a bit.

⚔️ He's harsh but you decide to endure since your nation put him through hell and there is no time for a conflict between the people here. You do as much as you can with your influence and money since you can't really fight, things you tell him. You don't know why, you guess possible death makes you bond faster with the people you're probably going to die with. Nobody wants to die alone. He has a shell around him but he realize that you're genuine and allows himself to be a bit more open around him. You stick around until the end and don't leave even after everything is over. Instead you even pay for his treatment so his injuries won't restrict him too much, something he only accepts after an equally stubborn argument from both of you. You both spend so much time together, it's almost natural that he ends up loving you as the gorgeous nuisance you are. He's pessimistic about love, doesn't know if he can protect you in his state but is also too afraid and possessive to let you leave him. Levi has lost too much, he doesn't want you to leave him too.

Reiner Braun

🟤 He's known you since he started training to inherit a Titan and that is mainly because of your interest in Titans and the chosen ones to bear this burden. Everyone is yelled at to respect you and do everything you wish for when you're allowed to visit and he's seen how people who disrespect you were beaten up. Surprisingly you don't look happy when you see that and have even told the soldiers to stop. You're cheerful and kind because of your carefree way of living but also are sincerely curious about him and the others. Reiner seems especially interesting to you so you always try to spend some time alone with him without being supervised. You bring him things he usually wouldn't be able to obtain and even if you sometimes say things that hurt him due to not knowing fully about his situation, you never hate him. At one point he can't help but fall in love with you, grow a bit obsessed with you. He promises to come back from his mission successful.

🟤 You're his motivation, at one point literally the only thing driving him as Reiner grows mentally very unstable. When he returns to Marley, he is a changed man who guesses that by now you might have forgotten him yet clings onto the tiniest bit of hope. He's grown though and has by now realized that his childish dreams of being with you most likely won't happen. He couldn't keep his promise either and avoids you shamefully even if his heart screams at him to see you again. A meltdown is bound to happen and it's most likely when you finally manage to catch him again. He's in awe for a while since you've grown so beautifully yet he starts crying since he stands in front of you, the only one from the four little soldiers who were sent away years ago. Your presence is soothing and Reiner grows frantic if he doesn't see or hear from you at least once a day. Hiding his love doesn't work as he simply can't control himself and his growing affection. Reiner just wants you to desperately love him too.

Zeke Yeager

🚬 Zeke is quite interested in you which makes the feeling mutual since you’re curious too, though both of you have different reasons. You know his story and that he doomed his own parents and he knows that you, despite being a noble Marleyan, share a heart for the Eldian people. He plays with the thought that he might use you for his plans at one point but for now hides his intentions. At this point he’s some sort of veteran who receives a slice of trust so chances are good that you two can converse without much people interfering. That way he gets to know you better and discovers that you’re very pleasant. You’re educated and smart, prideful but also willing to admit when you were in the wrong and Zeke respects your admirable personality. If just all people were like you. At one point he decides to not use you as you’ve grown on him too much and he doesn’t want to disrespect you like this. Spending time with you is nice and he’d like to keep it up until Eren and him set their plan into motion.

🚬When Zeke catches onto his growing infatuation, his mind is thrown a bit off together with his carefully structured plan yet it only lasts a few moments before he gets a grip on himself. In retrospect it isn’t all that surprising that he fell in love with you, you two are close acquaintances and he sees your charm. So whilst there is no anger, he is a lot more thoughtful as he thinks about what he should do with you. He doesn’t want to let you die under all means necessary but doesn’t have time to look after you as soon as he lets himself get caught by the people from Paradise Island. He tasks Yelena to look out for you as soon as everything starts. He starts preparing beforehand too whilst he is still with you. He will make sure that on that day you won’t be in the center of the attack. He sees this all as a good chance though because under normal circumstances he would never be allowed to have you as his partner so everything seems to fall nicely into his hands, that’s what he thinks. He’ll succeed in his plan and will have you too.

Porco Galliard

🌫️Porco doesn’t think too much of you at first, you’re just a snob who has had everything since birth. Yet he knows that it would be unwise to be rude to you so he bites his tongue and acts as respectful as he can around you. You’re weirdly kind and it repulses him a bit since he doesn’t believe your kindness to be real. Most Marleyans don’t care for Eldians as more than weapons that have to be tamed and controlled. He doesn’t buy the bullshit that you try to understand his kind a bit better and respect them since they battle for your country, that you want to try to help the Eldians in Marley so they can have a better life. He only admits it to Pieck and Zeke that he believes that you’re only trying to play the saint here. Pieck objects, likes to think that you’re real with your act and Zeke also admits that you don’t seem like the type who’d pretend to care only to stab them in their back later on. Porco doesn’t want to believe them, a part of him trusts in their observation skills though so he can’t help but analyze you more the next time he sees you.

🌫️He doesn’t even know how the hell this happened, when exactly he was so careless to let romantic feelings slip inside his heart. Yet here he is with a beating heart whenever you greet him and manage to talk with him for a bit. Porco feels almost a bit humiliated and ends up avoiding you as good as he can. He has to rid himself of his feelings or otherwise he’ll have a huge problem. You’re from a rich and noble family, you have security with you and no one would ever allow an Eldian as your partner, not even a honorary Eldian. He pretends like he has confidence in his feelings only being a small crush yet he knows that this isn’t true. This is forbidden and yet he longs for you. He can’t even tell anyone about his problem since he doesn’t trust them to keep it a secret. He puts on a facade but Zeke might see through him at one point and eventually approach him. Porco denies his statement yet also threatens him to not tell anyone. Chances are that Zeke will try to get Porco on his side by offering him the chance to be with you.