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scarlet-fantasies · 30 days

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Living/Moving in with Zeke Hcs

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You move in with Zeke. what it's like/dealing with him/chaos.

::𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬:: nsfw???

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𝐼𝑛𝑏𝑜𝑥 𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛

𝐶𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑗𝑜𝑖𝑛 --> 𝑇𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

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🔑 He asked you to move in, honestly he was waiting for you to just say yes.

🔑 He was so excited when you finally considered it. Literally tackled you to the floor in pure joy.

🔑 “Now I can have a roomie!”

🔑 “Zeke, I’m your girlfriend.”

🔑 “Girlfriend and roomie.” He’d say teasingly.

🔑 Now you can expect pancakes from him as he likes making breakfast since he believes it’s the most important meal of the day.

🔑 And you can best believe he puts blueberries in it.

🔑 You two have a debate about waffles or pancakes and it just never ends.

🔑 “Waffles are better because they have a crisp edge, plus you can divide them evenly.” You’d point out.

🔑 “Pancakes are soft and crispy on ed ages and they don’t need to respect math bc why would anyone share anything so good?!”

🔑 “Zeke, you’re being really dramatic.”

🔑 Likes to cook actually so you could find him in apron when you get home sometimes. And he's incredibly focused when he is cooking, dare you interrupt.

🔑 He’s even a bit of a barista and prefers he does it because he doesn’t trust you.

🔑 During breakfast, he sits across from you and he sparks up the weirdest convos.

🔑 Like whether you're his best friend or girlfriend it doesn’t matter to him 😂. I’ll provide and example or two:

🔑 “Is there a reason why your underwear is always mismatching?”

🔑 “Zeke, what kind of a question is that?”

🔑 “It’s just a question, I’ve never known a girl who did that until living with you.”

🔑 “How do you even know that?!—wait, you went through my drawer! You perv!” You’d get up about to hit him on his shoulder. (Not that it was painful)

🔑 “I didn’t I was just doing your laundry.”

🔑 “Why?”

🔑 “Because you were sick and I asked and you said I could. Remember?”

🔑 “That was a month ago why are you bringing it up?!”

🔑 “Because I’m curious! Why do you have mismatched underwear?”

🔑 “I don’t know, I just do.”

🔑 “Hmm I wonder what that says about a person, it sounds like you're still a kid at heart Y/n. I mean to own a pink bra but flower underwear that’s blue it’s obvious.”

🔑 “Shut up! Stop talking about my underwear! I’m moving out.”

🔑 You always say you’re moving out and he gets so dramatic about it.

🔑 “But why do you want to leave? I take care of you?!😭🥹 and what am I going to do without my girl”

🔑 “Hm, maybe that’ll teach you to not look at my underwear drawer.”

🔑 “I’ll only look at it a few times a year, I promise.”

🔑 “A few times a year, Zeke this is not negotiable.”

🔑 Overall you don’t ever actually leave.

🔑 He always gives you puppy dog eyes when you try to leave and it kinda works. Although you always stay because you care, but sometimes you like to mess with him.

🔑 In the morning he sometimes wakes up early for a morning jog/run and so he leaves you sticky notes on the fridge that let you know where he is and that he loves you. He even puts other notes like where food is or anything important.

🔑 Sometimes he has you tag along to jog with him, so yes he hauls you out of bed even when you’re half asleep.

🔑 “Hey, keep up.” He’d say looking find you a little far away because you’re walking slow.

🔑 “I can’t I'm so tired. Why do we have to jog so early?”

🔑 “It’s 8:30, it’s not that early..”

🔑 “To me it is, it was my day off couldn’t I just sleep?”

🔑 “Yeah, but this is good for us.” He’d say jogging slower so that you could catch up.

🔑 “Good for us? I can’t even walk anymore. How can you still jog?”

🔑 “Stamina baby, something you lack in more ways than one.” He’d smirk.

🔑 “Shut up!”

🔑 At some point, he’d probably just give you a piggyback ride because you told him you were giving up.

🔑 I feel like he always sets up baths for you and he has so many bath bombs for you to chose from.

🔑 And probably has so many bath and body work lotions for you. Even for himself

🔑 And he puts candles and stuff there too.

🔑 Afterwords when you’re done showering he likes to massage your back and he’s pretty good at it.

🔑 Although you’re trying to not make any noise at the same time.

🔑 He likes to play board or card games with you.

🔑 And he gets so nerdy about games, especially the wizard ones lol.

🔑 He makes an arrangement for there to be a movie night every week. It mostly consists of mystery, horror and sci-fi, and a bit of philosophy.

🔑 Zeke likes making art so if you share the same interests you two sometimes make art on the weekends and enjoy doing that together.

🔑 When you come back from the store you challenge each other of who can carry more groceries. Or even when you come back from somewhere he races you to the house.

🔑 And you know damn well he’ll push you just to win.

🔑 He plays I Spy with you in the car.

🔑 “I spy with my little eyes something blue.” He’d say.

🔑 “The sky” you’d sarcastically answer.

🔑 “You are no fun.” He'd scoff, acting offended.

🔑 "Okay, my turn. I spy something green." You'd answer, bored out of your mind.

🔑 "Hmm, my eyes?" He'd ask.

🔑 "No, its the grass." You'd reply looking out the window.

🔑 "You're not supposed to tell me the answer"

🔑 "Sorry, you picked something easy so I thought I would pick something easy to." You'd shrug.

🔑 "Find I'll make it harder, I spy something red." He'd say with a mischvious grin.

🔑 "Why are you smiling like that?" You'd break out into a laugh, knowing he's up to something.

🔑 "Guess what it is."

🔑 "No, I don't--it better not be my bra." You'd say surprised

🔑 He'd look at you with a smirk before keeping his eyes on the road.

🔑 "Zeke!"

🔑 When you two are driving he will call shotgun and make you drive. He changes the song that you have on just to annoy you.

🔑 “Hey!” You’d look at him while he’s just laughing.

🔑 This causes you to change it back, kinda like in those movies when two people fight about a song.

🔑 Smokes outside the place bc you’d throw a fit at him for doing it elsewhere.

🔑 Likes to work on puzzles and crosswords for fun.

🔑 He even likes those brain teaser games.

🔑 In his spare time, you can find him doing that or he’s reading a book about useless knowledge.

🔑 I see that Zeke is able to paint really well so some of his works are up in your shared place.

🔑 Apart from this he is pretty fair and splits all work with you 50/50

🔑 Like he will do the laundry, he low key makes jokes saying that he enjoys it.

🔑 “I love doing your laundry.”

🔑 “No, you don’t.”

🔑 He’ll do anything he doesn’t mind.

🔑 Will drink with you to celebrate on occasion.

🔑 One thing he looks forward to when comes home from work is sitting down with you and watching a movie or having you listen to him go on about his theories while lying on your bed.

🔑 He likes doing skincare routines with you and talking about drama from work.

🔑 He'd even do things like read fortunes on cards. Or just read random facts and share them with you.

🔑 Or ask random questions.

🔑 He does this even when you both are going to bed.

🔑 You'll be resting trying to go to bed and he'll ask, "Can cows swim?" like that one meme, lol.

🔑 "Zeke, no of course not." You'd say, turning over on your side.

🔑 You'd end up looking it up with him 5 mins later tho.

🔑 likes to also do stretches before going to bed and will invite you to do it.

🔑 of course that can always lead in one of two ways. But for sure at one point his hands are going to be all over.

🔑 "You concentrate on your breathing." He'd point out.

🔑 "I would, if your hands would know their place." You'd laugh.

🔑 He tries to smoke after you two have had sex and you always catch him.

🔑 “Nah uh mister, outside.”

🔑 “I was trying to be the hot guy in those movies.” He’d defend making you roll your eyes and laugh.

🔑 “Uh huh, says that guy who tries to mimic poses of Renaissance paintings.”

🔑 “I’m flawless.”

🔑 You’d laugh, “Go outside, and come back when you're done.” You’d smile bringing him in for a kiss.

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rubycafee · 2 years

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why did he have to grow a beard, like he was so fine without it ??

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sofiafushiguro · 2 years

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stepbro! zeke x female reader

Stepbro! Zeke comes home for the holidays, and he can´t help but notice how much you've grown since the last time he had seen you. Stepbro! Zeke always remembers your last encounter, the night before he went away for college. He remembers your high-pitched moans, your body covered in spit and cum and your toes curling at the sensation of him filling you to the max.

Stepbro! Zeke knows you're such a good girl, deciding to enroll in community college so you're closer home and can help your parents. And of course, good girls deserve a reward and Stepbro! Zeke knows it.

He chooses to sit next to you at the Thanksgiving dinner, your white floral dress decorating your body so delicious, Stepbro! Zeke can´t keep his hands to himself, placing one of them between your thighs. The warmth of your cunt hugging his hands while he speaks normally with your parents. Stepbro! Zeke knows what he is doing; and, later, your mom asks for a picture because her stepson is finally home, and she needs to remember this moment for the rest of her life.

Stepbro! Zeke told you to sit on his lap, and your mom agrees. You look like a sweet little sister. But you are feeling his hard cock inside his pants, so you decide to grind gently, in return for what he did at dinner. Stepbro! Zeke can´t wait to bend you over the kitchen counter and fuck you stupid.

And he does. Stepbro! Zeke volunteers to organize and clean the kitchen, and he drags you with him, telling you that you have to let your parents rest. So you two organize and clean the kitchen as you told your mom, the talk is fluent as you only talk about school and family, but as soon as you´re done... oh, boy!

Stepbro! Zeke doesn´t hesitate when he takes off your panties and puts them in your mouth to muffle your moans. He bends you over the kitchen counter and gives a nice and clean spank to your ass. "That´s my good girl, let me take care of you,"

And he starts trusting inside you as if the world were to end and this was his only opportunity. Stepbro! Zeke does lazy circles on your clit while his dick is kissing your cervix.

"none of those boys will fuck you as I do. I´m the only one that can make my baby cum like this"

And you cum, you cum violently. Your juices dripping into the kitchen floor, and your knuckles are white from grabbing the counter with such strength.

Stepbro! Zeke likes seeing how his cum leaks from your pussy, so he shoots his seed inside you, painting you white and admiring your twitching body. "Now imma tug you in bed, and I'll fuck you again, ok?"

#aot zeke #zeke yeager #snk zeke #zeke yaeger smut #zeke x y/n #zeke jeager x reader #aot x you #zeke aot #attack on titan #attack on titan x you #zeke x reader #tw: stepcest

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noramarchan · 7 months

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Just our king Zeke 👑🐒

#zeke yeager #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #zeke jaeger #snk #aot #aot zeke #snk zeke #aot fanart

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fangirling-tussisque-noncaelatur · 2 years

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Zeke: [sitting in the hospital waiting room, filling out the admissions form] Let's see, cause of parents' death ... got in my way.

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chaotic-nick · 2 years

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The Blondes + watching you put on makeup

Note: Typing this on my phone so typos + unedited

Read 'The Blondes + y/n annoying them'

At this point of the relationship where both of you are busy, dates are anything from extravagant restaurants with glasses of wine painted his cheeks red to laying together at each other's apartment in silence.

Today, was one of those days where his body moved without thought. Only fuelled by excitement and the need to see you after nearly a month of busy schedules.

Erwin Smith + arrived too early

He's learnt to dress down a bit when dinner dates became frequent, and by dressing down, it was removing the blazer that he would always drape around you when walked together after dinner.

The decision was also affected by the narrow-eyes look you had as you watched him roll his sleeves up to his elbows, believing that it was unnoticed.

But really, nothing goes unnoticed when Erwin's in the room.

Flowers in hand, he climbed the steps up to your apartment with a little voice in his head telling him he was too early. But he knew that you wouldn't mind. Right?

The confused sound from the others side of the door was his answer. "Erwin?!"

"I wanted to you see you early?" A playful smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

He was too early indeed, you were still in a towel and hairdryer resting at your vanity.

Still, instead of watching TV like you told him to, he followed you into your room. Stopping at the door, to lean on the doorframe with his arms crossed. "We're not running late are we?" You ask, hand hovering over your makeup bag. A worried look on your face.

"Just take your time, love." He says, walking into the room to sit at the edge of your bed. Hands crossed over one another. "What segment did I interrupt?"

"The part where I put my makeup on," you say as you close your eyes, patting your blender on your face. It was new to him, no, not weird. It was just too amusing to watch that he didn't want to ask the many questions running in his mind. Scared that one word would cause your hand to go in a different direction.

He followed your hand, searching the eyeshadow palette you wanted in the small stack you had. "What's that?"

"It's for my eyes," showing the shades of pink, you ask, "you wanna choose?"

Were you gonna put it around your eyes? Like a panda? Still, confused as he may be, he pointed at the one that was untouched. "This one."

Curious, instead of looking at the mirror to watch you, he angled his head for a better view. Mouth slightly agape with eyebrows becoming more scrunched.

Yoh oevk the side of his mouth as you turned to him, "Do you wanna pick out my lipstick, too?"

It was when he remembered, eyes lit up as he answered, "I want the one when you visited me at work!"

"You know, when— when, it was red with shine on it. And then everyone was asking of you were really my partner there."

"It was red."

"Red?"

"And shiny!"

And he looked proud of himself for it too. Leaning forward to the mirror you open your mouth, applying it on your lower lip. "This one?" A nod. Eyes never leaving your face.

The thought of moving in together started making itself known a week ago when his coworker was too excited to leave work, and seeing you now— him watching your routine. The privilege of getting to see it everyday, was at the top of his head. Maybe that's what he'll ask you at the restaurant.

He smile, "You're beautiful.

Miche Zacharias + lounging at his house

He could tell that you were sick of it. Sick of not seeing each other because of his new schedule consisting of night shifts. Lunch dates and other means of binding together were all done through video calls.

Convinced that you were joking about the three day long day-off you took, he didn't think much about the text you sent him yhe night before. 'My bags are packed for a long bae-cation'

That was until he woke up to a mountain of you pillows on his side. You were really staying.

Laying his head on the couch, he mindlessly watched the movie recommended by netflix, not thinking much about it. An you were sat in the floor, travel mirror propped up and a makeup bag on you lap. Your phone played a makeup tutorial that you put on a slower setting.

"What are you doing?" He asks becoming more and more invested in that rather than the movie that reached the climax of the story. Even sitting up to see you properly.

"Work makeup, I wanna look prettier."

"You already are," question hangs in his tone.

"Thank you, baby. But I wanna try something new." At this he pauses the movie and join you on the floor,needing to move the coffee table a bit.

The swipe of your eyeliner somehow amusing him, as he leaned forward to watch you do the other eye. "What?"

"How do you do that?"

Turning to him, you pause the video with a better plan in mind. "Can I do your makeup, Miche?" You ask, opening the cap of your foundation for him to smell, "Too strong?"

Silently he maneuvers himself to stretch his legs on the floor, back against the couch, hands guiding you to sit on his torso. "I'm afraid I'm gonna be prettier than you."

"And everyone in town's gonna have a crush on Miche Zacharias." You giggle, tipping his head back, "and you need a trim."

"Acting like you don't like it when I rub it—" you cut him off, beating the beauty blender on his forehead.

Zeke Yeager + in a rush

For a while now, Zeke's been toying with the idea of inviting you to their monthly get togethers.

Get togethers that started with a spontaneous call before it truly became a ritual. He's been at five since the two of you become a serious thing.

And at the fourth one, it's when he told them that he has someone he loved dearly. Only to be met with disappointed looks at the fifth one when he didn't bring you, resulting to his phone being passed around when he showed your picture.

Now, he's at the car regretting the idea of suddenly driving to your apartment while you sat next to him with eyes wide and the sun visor down, "Why didn't you tell me?" You'd cry out after a minor inconvenience that was a bump on the road.

Telling you to get dressed for dinner, it was alright. You were excited even, humming as you picked out clothes.

Telling you to take your time, but be a little quicker because everyone was waiting for you. Bad mistake. That one made you panic.

Zeke who was so convinced that doing it so spontaneously would be a good idea, now parked at the restaurant with a tight lipped expression. His face unfortunately not matching the amount of regret going through his head.

"Shit, shit, shit, they're probably waiting." You were mumbling, tilting your head, this time to curl your eyelashes. Your mascara hand in the other.

Leaning into his seat, he watched you. Eyes concentrated behind his glasses. "Look at me."

"Not yet," you say with a change of your tone, mouth hanging as you press another brush looking thing to your lips. It wasn't the crayon this time that you used that left a strong colour, it was only leaving behind a colorful slime. "How do I look?"

Still, his mind was still wrapping around how different your lip gloss was from a lipstick that he wasn't unable to answer. A confused look, mouth parted.

And you mistaking it for a bad reaction.

Until

"What did you put on your lips?"

"Does it look bad?"

"No," cutting the conversation short, he opened the door to get out. "Your lips look shiny," he mumbles as he opens your side.

"Why does it look that way?"

"Oh, it was lipgloss!"

"Is the texture different?"

"Mhm, it's lighter— but heavy if you out too much—"

"I wanna try it, kiss me."

"ZEKE!"

"With tongue—"

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stillwinchester · 29 days

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I can't believe I drew Zeke before Levi. Shame on me!

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot #aot fanart #aot art #zeke jeager #zeke yeager #attack on titan fanart #snk #snk zeke #zeke fanart #zeke jeager fanart #aot zeke #my art #chibi #shingeki no kyojin fanart

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nighttimescribbles2 · 2 years

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years and years

There's a reason you're the only girl Zeke's ever brought home to meet his grandparents. And there's a reason he chose to do it now. zeke x reader; modern au; fluff; soft stuff wc: 1479 a/n: inspired by @ushiwhacka 's pasta recipe. thank you for sharing it, sis ❤️ i am so so so down bad for zeke these days. i don't know why but i kind of don't want to stop

“Why,” he said, “are we making dinner at four in the afternoon?”

The slide of his blade thudded gently upon the thick wooden chopping board. Tucked up in its little shelf, his grandparents’ ancient radio endearingly spluttered Liebestraum from a classical music station.

You nudged him with your hip. Tomatoes on the vine bobbed in the water swelling up to your wrists.

“Because you’re slow at slicing things and we would like for food to be on the table when your grandparents return from their date.”

Zeke made a face like a little boy seeing his parents kiss. His glasses slid down his face. He went to push them up and was immediately met with the fiery waft of the onions he was slowly, carefully dicing. His eyes watered.

“Ah, shit.”

You giggled and carried on swirling your ruby reds in the cold water.

It had been a handful of days since you arrived at Liberio, “that tiny sneeze of an excuse for a town”, as Zeke liked to call it, whose only redeeming quality were his resident grandparents. After years and years of absence, your boyfriend had suddenly decided to return for the occasion of his grandparents’ wedding anniversary. You were only too happy to help him plan - and execute - an intimate dinner for his nearest and dearest.

“They’re crazy over you, you know,” he suddenly said.

Water hissed in a stream that broke into foam over your tomatoes. They shone in the colander you’d tumbled them into.

“Who?” you hummed, tilting your head in Zeke’s direction. He had just finished dicing exactly one half of his onion.

“Grandpa and grandma.”

You ducked your head and beamed, shy and pleased. “I think they’re lovely, too. I can immediately see that you take after them in grace and kindness.”

He snorted.

“Your grandma couldn’t believe her sweet boy had grown up into big, bad Zeke who made a subordinate cry last week.”

“He was a dumbass.”

You tsk’ed. “Careful what you say. You want to maintain your pristine image.”

“I will throw this piece of onion at you.” He grinned along with you as he watched you flit in the yellow kitchen of his childhood. Before you, he never imagined that he would one day be standing in there with a woman - his woman - doing something as domestically mundane as taking stock of the fresh ingredients scattered all over the same counter that saw things such as spilt cereal and homemade slime and drips of frosting from the cake Grandma made for each one of his birthdays.

Before you, his greatest dream was to leave Liberio. That the life he thereafter made for himself was rote and bleak was of little concern. But now that there was you, Zeke surprised himself by finding pleasure in walking with you along the long, winding canals of his hometown. Suddenly, the ancient pubs lined along its shore were interesting again, and the little weekend market was a chance to show you off to the people he’d known all his life and once wished to forget.

He finished slicing the last bit of onion. You were setting a pot of salted water to boil.

“There,” he groaned with relief and wiped his eyes on the sleeves of his t-shirt. “How’d I do?”

“Wonderful.”

“You didn’t even look at it.”

“The fact that you managed to dice that onion at all is wonderful in itself, love.”

“You underestimate me.”

“You don’t prove yourself to me enough.”

“Yeah?” he challenged in a voice that made you turn to him with wide eyes. Zeke loomed over you, a playful grimace on his face and his arms upraised with tickle fingers at the ready.

You squeaked a rapid surrender on the “I’m cooking!” excuse.

“Coward,” he laughed, and settled for crowding behind you and resting his chin on your head instead. You patted the arm loosely curled around your waist.

“No wonder your Grandma can’t believe you could ever be big bad Zeke.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I mean that you’ve been nothing but a cuddly bear these past few days.”

He harrumphed. “Wait till this cuddly bear blows out your back.”

“On your childhood bed?” you gasped with exaggerated scandal.

Zeke couldn’t help the smile tugging up his mouth. The sizzle and fragrance of melting butter followed by the sweet sharpness of the onions he’d slaved over, rose all around you. He breathed it in and tightened his hold on you.

“Right on my childhood bed with its blue race car covers.”

You stifled a laugh. Swatted him lightly with the end of your wooden spoon. “Shame on you. What would little Zeke say?”

“Bugger’d wish he were all grown up.”

“Oh, my lord. Don’t let your grandparents hear that.”

His laughter turned into a loud guffaw and for a while, he was content to hold you as you cooked, watching with a happy-glazed stare as garlic and herbs and tomatoes and wine simmered into a rich sauce. The radio station had moved on to croaking out an Elgar whose title he simply could not recall. You were swaying in his arms, humming along as you bit into a strand of spaghetti and passed him the rest to taste.

It was perfection.

He kissed your fingertips when they touched his lips and cradled your hand so he could suck clean the bit of mascarpone-flecked sauce that had strayed from your tasting spoon to the inside of your wrist. Your head lolled on his shoulder. When you next spoke, your voice was dreamy.

“How come you never brought any girls home before?”

Ah, the secrets grandmothers told.

“Didn’t feel right.” The soft skin on the underside of your forearms smelled of the rich sauce, of home. He peppered it with kisses, planting a long one right over your pulse.

“And me? Why’d you bring me home to meet your grandparents?”

Because he couldn’t get enough of you. Because you were perfect. Because from the moment he met you and every day thereafter, you had never ceased being perfect to him, and that alone made him throb with a wonderful ache he’d never felt before but wanted to capture forever.

“I thought it would be a nice wedding anniversary gift to them.”

You wrinkled your nose. It was one of his most favourite sights.

“Some people would call that an unromantic answer, you know.”

“I know.”

“Some people would smack you for that.”

“But you won’t.”

“You don’t know that for sure.”

“I do.” He couldn’t resist you. Never for long, anyway. His lips found your temple. Beard and mouth grazed your cheek, the shell of your ear, and pressed into the side of your neck.

You sighed; melted into him. Turned off the stove and hugged the arms embracing you. “How long have your grandparents been married again?”

He was preoccupied with kissing his way over your shoulder. “Years and years and years.”

“I wonder what it’s like.”

“Hm?”

You leaned your head against his. In his childhood home, you felt as if you’d finally seen every last one of the many facets of Zeke. He’d allowed you to look into this secret side of him, and you’d adored what you’d seen. You’d adored him more than you ever thought you could.

“I wonder what it’s like to love somebody that long,” you murmured, and turned to him.

He looked back at you. His glasses were smudged, but behind them, his eyes were bright and attentive. You leaned in. Touched your forehead to his. Your noses, your lips, were whispers apart. His words were a soft caress,

“Do you want to find out?”

You dipped towards him, smiled against his tense mouth. “Yeah,” you breathed. “I do.”

He stammered a laugh. Squeezed his eyes shut, crushed you to himself and claimed from you a real, deep kiss.

For days now, he’d carried in his pocket his grandmother’s heirloom ring. And for days now, it, and the remembrance of his grandparents’ excitement when they gave it to him, had been weighing in his mind and sending swarms of butterflies in his stomach and generally driving him to distraction.

For days now, he had been promising himself to do it soon. To ask you soon.

He repeated that promise to himself now as you twirled around and wound your arms around his neck and gave the whole of your soft, warm self to him.

Tonight, he swore. After dinner and after you’d all celebrated his grandparents’ sixtieth wedding anniversary, perhaps while the two of you were cuddled in his childhood bed, in the cosy privacy of his old bedroom, he would relieve himself of the weight of that ring and ask the question he’d thus far been too afraid to ask.

And maybe, just maybe, you would agree to be with him. For years and years and years.

a/n: I was so surprised to find out that Liebestraum is semi tragic??? the Elgar piece referred to is the famous Salut d'Amour yellow kitchen is a wink to the same yellow kitchen in my earlier coffee shop au! zeke

#aot zeke #zeke yeager x reader #zeke yeager #zeke jaeger x reader #zeke jaeger #snk zeke

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jujutsubaby · 3 months

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chemical reactions (part 1)

☆ pairing: zeke jaeger x pieck finger ☆ summary: when pieck traveled to faraway trost for a prestigious research position, she expected to feel lonely. what she last expected was to find a bit of home in her supervisor. ☆ warnings: chronic illness mentioned ☆ tags: modern AU, academia AU, slow-burn, hurt/comfort, friends to lovers ☆ a/n: when i say slow-burn, i MEAN slow burn. be patient please little ducklings...i hope it'll all be worth it ( ˃̣̣̥﹏˂̣̣̥ ✿) this first part is just mostly setting things up, but i promise things'll start moving next chapter~ masterlist | part 2 >>

It was on icy mornings like these that Pieck Finger felt the most homesick. True to its name, Paradis saw ample sunshine through the year, but its winters could have some bite. The bitterest days, while still nowhere close to the depths of the Marleyan winters, reminded her of her childhood on the mainland. On those cold mornings, she recalled exploring the winter markets with Reiner and Annie and Bertholt. The festively decorated storefronts reminded her of buying little Gabi and her friends candies (often with poor Reiner's limited funds, Pieck thought with a wry internal grin).

But life was cruel to Eldians on the mainland. Pieck's fond memories were always colored with the visceral tensions she had felt about keeping her father alive. Spending time with her younger peers had made her feel young too, but Pieck could not help but feel that she had always been a spectator to childhood. How could one be a child while wading through the mire that was the Marleyan healthcare system?

Cold winters reminded her of carefree times with friends, but they equally reminded her of those terrifying times when her father's condition would worsen, when his coughs would keep him awake all night. And no matter how skilled Pieck got at navigating bureaucracy, the silver bullet the pair of them were always missing was simple: money. And Marleyans had a way of keeping it out of the hands of Eldians.

That's why, as much as it had hurt her to leave, Pieck couldn't just look away from the Eldian work-study initiative Paradis Labs offered in conjunction with Trost University. Pieck hated to be seen as a charity case, and she hated leaving her father alone even more. But what she hated the most was being turned away by pretentious Marleyan doctors who looked at her and her father like clods of dirt on their impossibly shiny shoes. The money would be good, and a Master's degree from Trost U certainly wouldn't hurt either. Pieck's father had long insisted that an education was the sharpest weapon in their arsenal, after all. Pieck had always bitten back the retort asking where his higher education had gotten him; in Marley, Eldians could only climb so high.

Despite her misgivings, Pieck had still dutifully completed her undergraduate degree at the tiny local college. She had always been a mediocre student, but she found that her years of helping her father measure out his medications with their rusty kitchen supplies gave her some gifts in the chemistry lab. In any case, her efforts had earned her a spot as an undergraduate research intern with Professor Magath — Professor Magath who, for all his outward sternness, had decided to take her under his wing. Even Pieck was unsure of what potential he saw in her, but she was grateful nonetheless.

Five years after graduating and working as an assistant at the local apothecary (the title, shop, hours, and pay were all equally unglamorous), when Magath told her about the Paradis-Trost scholarship program, she took his recommendation at face value. He had not yet steered her wrong; as much as she complained about her current job, it was leagues better than what she could have ended up doing, and she knew that he had put in a good word for her with the shop owner.

Pieck had still applied in secret; she felt guilty for even entertaining the idea of leaving her father. But secrets only ran so far in the Finger household, and he had soon discovered a pamphlet in the wastepaper bin. Pieck's father had been overjoyed, of course, that his daughter was being considered for such a prestigious role. He was relentless in his encouragement and embraced her with so much pride that she could feel his arms and voice tremble.

That night, however, she had heard him on the phone searching for live-in carers that might be able to squeeze into his budget, and she had cried herself to sleep with guilt. In the cold light of the next morning, she realized that the pay and research stipend she would receive would be more than double her current take-home pay. With room and board covered, she would be able to send considerably more money home than she had ever dreamt of. In the end, Pieck felt, that mattered more than her company or any meager assistance she could provide.

Now, just a few months into the program, Pieck knew that coming had been the right decision objectively. With her money and his combined, Pieck's father had already been able to move into a more spacious apartment, and one that did not have heating cuts or spring leaks. They had even found a nurse to visit him, help administer his medications, and check his overall health. Pieck knew that none of these options would have been open to them had she not accepted her new position in the prosperous Trost. Her brain was certain of it. So why did her heart still feel so empty?

I am selfish to want to be back home, Pieck knew. I am doing so much more good working here than I would have been moping back there.

Part of it was guilt, of course. Pieck was still not entirely used to being in the majority on Paradis. Her whole cohort was full of subjects of Ymir, just like her. Her professors, her bosses at work, even the president of Paradis Labs, were all just like her.

When Pieck first realized she had gone a whole day without someone curling their lip at her in contempt, she was suddenly seized with the need to call her father. Hearing his warm, gentle greeting that always reminded her of a babbling brook, she sobbed until concern leaked into his voice. Back then, Pieck could not properly express why she was crying, but she now understood that she cried for her father, and her late mother, and all her ancestors, all of whom had lived lifetimes without a fraction of the respect she had gotten in one day.

Slowly, with the encouragement of her father, Pieck learned to enjoy her new life with less and less guilt. She even began to befriend some of her peers in the program — at least, as much as she could, given that she had a good five years on most of them. Besides, her experience growing up had been so unique that it made it difficult for her to relate to the ones who were closer in age to her. They were all kind and amenable, however, and that was the most she could ask for.

Life was busy, between courses, research, and work, but it was fulfilling. She was pleased to find that, given the time and space, she did have a passion for learning. She loved unraveling the mysteries held within the atoms and molecules that made up her life, and her loved ones, and even her thoughts.

Pharmaceutical chemistry still held her heart, though; to Pieck, nothing compared to the rush of finally understanding what the Marleyan doctors back home would prescribe, and why. It felt like magic within her fingers. It felt like power, and power had been something sorely missing from her life.

Anyone even remotely interested in any aspect of pharmaceuticals had heard of Professor Zeke Jaeger's lab, TITANLab. A collaboration between Trost U's chemistry department and the Paradis Research Hospital, TITANLab was new, but it was a hot topic among peers, coworkers, and faculty alike. The professor himself already had quite a laundry list of publications to his name (Pieck was not above doing some rigorous Internet stalking). Even Magath had heard of him, and he sounded impressed enough that Pieck knew she had to apply for a position.

One thing led to another, and that was how, this frosty Trost morning, Pieck found herself trudging to campus. It was technically the first day of winter break, but Professor Jaeger had emailed her at 3 in the morning asking her to meet that morning to conduct an "informal interview." Luckily, she had been up already to videochat Annie, Bertholt, and Reiner, and for the first time in her life, she was grateful for Trost and Liberio's vast time difference.

With just under four hours between seeing the email and their unilaterally decided meeting time, Pieck decided she could forego makeup (and a hairbrush) in favor of an extra few minutes of sleep. Jaeger was probably just some eccentric old man, anyway, what with his objectively insane sleep habits; who was she trying to impress? Still, she tried to avoid looking in the mirror before leaving the apartment; she knew she must look a fright — that finals week had really taken it out of her. She just hoped Jaeger wasn't one of those sticklers who prattled on and on about how people in the good old days used to wear cummerbunds and suspenders all over the place and how kids these days just didn't care about making good impressions. She had encountered enough of those types back home, and she was concerned her sleep deprivation might incline her to respond with five fingers.

Enough about my appearance now. Pieck clapped her face with her hands to regain some focus, and reviewed her talking points. Her life, research, and work experience, while probably unorthodox to a well-off Trostian, really did make her a unique asset to the Jaeger lab. She just needed to convince him of that, too.

Soon, Pieck found herself standing outside a door whose brazen placard read "DR. Z. JAEGER." She knocked twice on the door, cringing briefly as she caught a glimpse of her appearance in the window to his office. With her messy hair, haggard eyes, and nose and ears bitten bright red from the morning chill, she certainly looked...distinctive. She sighed and tried to at least smooth down the flyaways that had escaped from her haphazard ponytail.

"Come in," boomed a sonorous voice. Pieck rolled her eyes, a little more contrary than usual in her tired state. What, too good to get the door?

Pieck's life up to that point had, she felt, prepared her for the unexpected. She had never taken anything for granted, and many of the major events in her life occurred by complete chance. As such, she was well accustomed to surprises. She considered them old friends, even.

Opening the door, Pieck felt winded by shock for the first time in years. The images she had of an elderly, balding man with mismatched clothes as varied as his publications disappeared in one fell swoop. The very last thing she had expected, even in her "expect the unexpected" way of life, was to be greeted by someone who was perhaps only five years her senior.

Pieck instantly felt self-conscious about her own age, unable to stop thinking about Zeke Jaeger's many accomplishments she had encountered online. His appearance, impeccably put together, did little to allay her self-consciousness. From his perfectly coiffed blonde locks, to his perfectly pressed cream button-down, to his perfectly pleated tan trousers, to his perfectly plush argyle cashmere sweater vest, everything about him just screamed perfect.

For some reason, this irritated Pieck.

How dare this man look this impeccable at 7:30 in the morning!

She knew, of course, that this knee-jerk reaction stemmed from her own personal insecurities. Being so close in age, it was hard not to notice how strikingly different they seemed in every other way.

Pieck wondered if Dr. Jaeger represented some form of herself that could never possibly exist. If she had not grown up in Liberio, would she be as accomplished and put together as he? She knew little about his background, but she was certain he was from the area; his stylish yet stuffy fashion sense and formal affectation just exuded Trost. Truth be told, Dr. Jaeger's perfect CV and perfect appearance intimidated Pieck. For the moment, however, it was much simpler to feel annoyed.

"Well, Miss...Finger...let's get started." Jaeger's halting way of speech made Pieck realize she had been staring, and she squeaked in embarrassment and sat down in front of his desk abruptly.

Just crush the rest of the interview. You can do it. Think of Dad. Think of Professor Magath. Do NOT, under any circumstances, think about how Jaeger's arms would look if he rolled up his sleeves.

Pieck took a deep breath, composed her thoughts (refusing to even acknowledge that last one), and prepared for the inevitably long interview that lay ahead.

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levmada · 9 months

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finally, i'm going to do the thing i’ve always wanted to do in the back of my mind and make a post in defense of Zeke Jaeger—but this is primarily a character analysis. (politely, don’t send me a mean ask on anon without at least reading this all the way through first if you were thinking of doing that.)

i think that the best way to understand Zeke’s philosophy, morals, and behavior is through a general lens of NPD, or Narcissistic Personality Disorder. as someone approaching having a bachelors degree in psychology and personal experience with cluster b personality disorders (NPD, BPD, HPD).

first of all, i’m going to dispel some misconceptions. do i have experience with a narcissist in real life? yes. does NPD mean a person is evil? NO. are people born with NPD? biologics can make a person susceptible to it, but NO. the attributes of personality disorders are learned in childhood. are narcissists delusional? NOT ALWAYS (i won’t get into narcissistic injury here though).

the cause of NPD in a person originates—like all personality disorders—in childhood trauma (think CPTSD, ACEs, general neglect and instability). specifically, a child whose every need is met and receives (whether earned or NOT, which is very important in zeke’s case) a large amount of praise and admiration, in conjunction with prestige and special treatment. all of this, and yet WITHOUT a secure bond with a main caregiver/family member because of neglect or abuse in any form. the narcissist therefore develops low or in some cases (especially when comorbid with ASPD (anti-social personality disorder)) no empathy. the narcissist is so chronically abused or mistreated that in order to survive, they learn that their ultimate goal is self-preservation, mentally, emotionally, physically, at any cost. some narcissists are aware of these feelings or abusive behavior being abnormal, but they can’t comprehend how their view of the world/people can be erroneous; how other people are as valuable as themselves, even loved ones—although cognitively a narcissist can care about someone.

these symptoms are extremely relevant to Zeke Jaeger, so much so that i just wrote a paragraph explaining it in a character analysis about Zeke Jaeger.

now that we understand a bit about NPD, we have a good basis to understand Zeke. from the beginning of his life, it was beaten into Zeke’s head that he is beyond important. Zeke has royal blood inside him, he will liberate the Eldians in Marley and beyond to create a more peaceful world, he will become the most important person in Marley’s military if necessary, he is destined for great things, and, most importantly, that is what he is going to do. said his mother and father.

[overall i suggest looking back at Zeke's backstory in ch114 for this analysis.]

how does this responsibility weigh on a young boy? in his most formative years, he’s being trained not only physically (and rigorously for the most prestigious area in the military (the Warriors)), but mentally into believing that Ymir blessed the Eldians with the ability to transform into Titans—while Zeke is also taught that it’s Ymir’s curse; his parents say that the Marleyans selfishly wanted Ymir’s power for themselves—while he’s also taught that the Eldians were disgusting imperialist monsters that pillaged and raped entire other peoples out of a sense of supremacy over others. hell, he’s being taught completely contradictory history—as specific as individual battles.

how does all this weigh mentally on a young boy?

exactly. Zeke is a child being brainwashed by both sides at the same time. what child has the maturity to process not only all of that, but what he wants to do about it?

it just doesn’t work that way. take this, and combine it with Zeke’s suffering. his father is emotionally distant, at times physically abusive, and both of his parents are neglectful emotionally. Zeke at ages 7-12 is being treated like a small HEIR to the throne of ultimate heroism.

meanwhile, he’s in training to become a Warrior. and he fucking sucks at it, and he’s not interested in it either.

(he's so cute bye)

but what does his primary caregivers do when he expresses his emotional distress? grisha shakes him and fucking yells at him!!

now we have the ingredients for the perfect storm. unearned praise and admiration, while in response to Zeke’s inferiority, shame, punishment, and degradation. high expectations given by caregivers who are hurting him. the missing secure emotional bonds. and all throughout his childhood.

then Zeke is granted the opportunity to be free of all these things. all he has to do is (for lack of a better word) tattle on his parents to the government, and he’ll be rewarded in the military.

not just randomly either! but by Tom Ksaver!! if Zeke reached adulthood from there with nothing changing, i believe he would’ve committed even bigger atrocities. maybe even sociopathy.

but while he’s an adolescent, Zeke makes a bond with a sort of surrogate father figure found in Tom Ksaver (the holder of the Beast Titan at that point).

Ksaver is a humble man, all in all a pacifist who has no interest in war, and above all else an intellectual. he would fight if he had to, but his Titan has no use in war, apparently.

anyway, Ksaver is the first figure in Zeke’s life who genuinely gave a damn about him. Ksaver is the person Zeke loves most in their world, and there is no way to argue less. Zeke wears Ksaver’s glasses, Ksaver is the person Zeke called out to while Levi was torturing him to the brink of death, Zeke tries to “save” Eren because Ksaver saved him, and MANGA SPOILER🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨Ksaver is the person Zeke saw in Paths first.🚨🚨🚨🚨

this is why i don’t understand one of the reasons people point at that they hate Zeke is because he turned his parents in to Marley. he’s a child who was emotionally neglected, emotionally abused, and physically abused, and what he is offered is a way out, and the person who gives him the opportunity shows him unconditional kindness for the first time in his life. this child doesn’t have the maturity at his age understand the ramifications of his actions to his parents’ cause, because it doesn’t affect him directly. this is how children behave.

this panel sums it up the best and dammit i love it so much

"They never loved you."

"Zeke, it's not your fault."

"You are a clever and good child."

moving on. feeling no attachment to his parents, and more than that, resentment, it makes perfect sense why he would turn them in with little to no regard to their cause.

as an adolescent, Zeke probably doesn’t believe in anything. he has no moral compass. he’s experienced discrimination and suffering at the hands of Marleyans, as well as his Restorationist parents. all he knows is his survival and way of life is guaranteed as a Warrior in training.

but without a doubt Ksaver affected Zeke’s values, personality, and future decisions. if you also roll with Eren’s theory that the past holder of a Titan affects the current one (see Armin’s attachment to Annie in season 4 versus Bert’s), some pieces of Ksaver’s warm personality, his dedication to intellect over violence, affected him too.

but Zeke is undeniably selfish and sadistic. the person Zeke loathes most in the world is his father. the actions of his father is perhaps the biggest reason for Zeke’s cruelty on Paradis. he thinks about him while taking pleasure in slaughtering the Scouts in season 3. he turned an entire village of people into Titans without a shred of remorse.

Zeke has a disregard for most human life outside of select people’s ability as a tool, but he does have the ability to care about others—he cares about Gabi and Falco at least. in his reaction to them appearing on the airship in season 4, and his remark to Levi later when they get to the forest when Zeke asks (in a half joking manner) if he can show them it. and more than that, his hesitance to kill Colt. Zeke cares about Ksaver, he even cares about the Eldians.

but you may wonder, what the fuck are you talking about gee? he wants to exterminate them.

"The only possible salvation is Eldia's euthanasia. I saved them. The lives of those children from this cruel world."

Zeke genuinely believes that the way that all of humanity can be benefited is if the Eldians simply. died. out. his philosophy is that living is suffering and death is freedom.

and we've known this since Zeke was still a teenager!! he tells Ksaver:

“If no more descendants of Ymir were to be born, after 100 years, Titans would have surely vanished from this world. The world wouldn’t have to be afraid of Titans or suffer because of them anymore.

"More than anything, if from the start we hadn’t been born, there would have been no suffering—it would have been better.”

and he promises Ksaver that he'll try to save this world. that's why he joined the Warriors.

from a solely objective standpoint, he isn’t even wrong. as a whole? just like Eren’s plan, it’s disgusting and unforgivable. Zeke’s version of genocide is just slower.

why does Zeke believe that though? remember his childhood. the reasons he was taught to believe that either the Eldians or Marleyans were correct contradicted each other at the same time, and so were his experiences of discrimination and pride, of pain and belonging. Zeke was never loyal to any one faction, ever. not when he reported his parents, not when he learned about the Scouts and Paradis from Mike or Annie/Reiner/Bert, NOT EVEN when he learned Eren existed.

Zeke learning Eren existed changed a lot for him.

did Zeke resent Eren as Grisha’s son? fuck no. not at all. Eren is the person Zeke was actually most amicable with, whom it seemed he was trying to form a connection with (over even Ksaver). Zeke’s understanding at the time was Grisha raised Eren the exact same way he did Zeke, through brainwashing with an iron hand. he wanted to sympathize with Eren. he believed he had one single person who could understand him, and that person was not just a friend, but his brother.

the biggest reason Zeke—in the last years of his life due to Ymir’s curse—pushed for a spontaneous invasion of Paradis for Eren’s plan. besides, arguably, that Zeke wanted to be alive at the moment he destroyed everything.

and then, in Paths after he and Eren touched, Zeke revealed that he was going to go forward with his own plan the whole time, using Eren as a key to do that. he's confident that he's "saving" Eren from his father like Tom saved Zeke. that Eren's plan of genocide was brainwashed into him by his father. and he promises he will never abandon him.

but then.

Zeke was betrayed. Zeke had been manipulated. he learned through Eren’s memories that Eren not only was raised lovingly by Grisha and Carla, but Grisha didn’t push for Eren to be the most important hero that ever lived, Eren is the one that wanted that. Grisha didn’t involve himself with Eren’s desire to join the Scouts. Grisha took care of his family. Grisha, for Eren, was a good, loving father. Eren was loved unconditionally, was given everything Zeke never got.

HELL, halfway through the memories, Zeke told Eren that he could stop the memories anytime he wanted, but he wasn't going to abandon him even though Eren was totally disinterested in the sentiment.

"I'm not going to abandon you. Just like Ksaver never abandoned me. Before saving this world, I want to save you."

the breaking point is learning his father didn’t crush the royal family’s children in his hands, he couldn’t do it. then he had a breakdown over his actions later after Eren pushed him to do it.

Zeke is in utter disbelief.

then Zeke even finds closure with Grisha after that scene. he found closure. they cried in each other’s arms.

Eren’s memories revealed that he is the monster. most relevant to Zeke, Eren betrayed him. in more ways than one.

…hence the following scene in Paths where Zeke imprisoned Eren and tried to go ahead with his own plan.

in order to transition forward, spoilers are necessary. if you have to stop here (and a kiss for you if you even read this far), then i hope my explanation at least helped Zeke be more understandable, and at best changed your opinion of him a little. or reinforced your opinion. whichever!

so in order to talk about the end of Zeke’s character arc, i need to talk about Levi and Zeke’s relationship. (without me commentating on Levi’s feelings because they’re not relevant and if i do i’ll inevitably get sidetracked).

🚨🚨🚨SPOILER TERRITORY AGAIN🚨🚨🚨

why does Zeke like to push Levi’s buttons so much? why is he mostly candid with him, and doesn’t insult him (except in the most shallow ways possible. ohhh levi you glare at me so much. ohhh i bet no one’s ever had a crush on you ohhhh.) most importantly, why does Zeke allow Levi to kill him? IT COULD’VE BEEN JUST AS EASY TO POP OUT OF THE FOUNDING TITAN NEAR ANY OF THE OTHERS AND LET HIMSELF BE KILLED. HE COULD’VE FALLEN TO HIS STUPID DEATH.

but no. he figures out where Levi is flying on Falco, and calls out to him.

does Zeke like Levi? no. he believes the exact opposite of what Levi believes too. does Zeke even really care about Levi? fuck no. i think the liking Zeke might’ve taken to Levi is that he sees right through all of Zeke’s “innocent” intentions, and to be succinct, all of his bullshit. Levi sees Zeke just as insignificant and worthless as Zeke really sees himself to be at his petulant and shame-filled core.

Zeke letting Levi get what he wanted in his final moments is his redeeming moment! it shows Zeke’s humanity, that for once he’s sincere and candid after his conversation with Armin in which he accepts that the meaning of life is just... to do what you love doing. he understands that he doesn’t deserve even to see what a beautiful day it is. all of his selfishness, his sadism, his narcissism—all unraveled in this final act. i want to jump off a building thinking about it /pos.

and you know what else. Zeke and Erwin’s characters are a beautiful foil of each other. but that’s an essay for another day.

#zeke yeager #zeke aot #zeke snk #snk zeke #snk zene yeager #snk zeke jaeger #zeke jaeger #zeke jaeger aot #zeke jaeger snk #beast titan #aot #aot manga #character analysis #zeke attack on titan

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scarlet-fantasies · 5 months

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🐶𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘵/𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦? (both bros)

Hi anon!

Sorry I’ve been so inactive but here it is. 😊

-Scarlet

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𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡

𝐼𝑛𝑏𝑜𝑥 𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛

𝐶𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑗𝑜𝑖𝑛 --> 𝑇𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

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::Eren::

I think it’s safe to say that he already has a dog of his own.

However if he wants to get a pet with you it could possibly be another dog, but probably a small one that’s fluffy.

Or he might get a pet bird, like a little finch since they are not too much work and plus he thought they were cute at the store.

You two don’t plan on getting a pet.

It’s really that he buys you one as a gift and so it’s really yours but also becomes his.

If he got you a cute little dog that looks like Teddy bear he was probably replaced and he got jealous.

But not too jealous lol. Just a little bummed out. “I think she likes the dog more than me.”

If the dog is a girl and it’s yappy and small he’ll say it reminds him of you.

::Zeke::

He’s that guy that has many reptiles.

It’s concerning.

Like there’s no way he doesn’t have an iguana, snake/lizard, as well as a frog and a turtle.

If you’re too freaked out by it the pets he might give them away.

All though it you two are cool with it he will probably get a chameleon.

Although if you're not good with pets that are reptiles, he would probably get a cat with you.

He might even like getting a parrot.

He pretty much would find any pet cool to have.

Knowing Zeke, he’d go as far as adopting a monkey.

Overall any pet you’d get would definitely be out of the ordinary.

@bi-effing-simp @lucifugovs @xxghoulishspritexx @sp00ksic0la @keithandlevi-ontheroof @songbirdgardensworld @bubs-world

#anime #attack on titan #snk #eren yeager #aot #attack on titan headcanons #aot eren #eren jaeger #eren headcanons #zeke aot #zeke jaeger #zeke yeager #zeke headcanons #aot fluff #attack on titan zeke #snk zeke

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poursomesunaonme · 2 years

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can i respectfully ask for numbers 27, 21 and 17 for Zeke the Monke 🤠

now why tf are yall making me simp for this bitch alskdfjasodfasdf i am weak i am but a hole

wc: 642

cw: nsfw (minors dni, 18+ only), degradation, hate fucking, spitting, rough sex

“get the fuck out, zeke. now.”

the venom gushes through your voice, aimed to sear through the skin of the blond who stands tall, fists clenched at his sides. he doesn’t move a muscle, eyes gleaming in the dim light.

“and if i don’t?”

you don’t have time to offer a response before your bodies collide, teeth messily bumping together as you scramble to undress. his breath is hot against your skin, beard scratchy on your chin, cologne pungent in your nostrils. everything about him irritates you, infuriates you, yet you can’t seem to break the cycle of opening up your legs for him time and time again.

your eyes squeeze shut as he sheaths himself fully inside you, not waiting even a moment before setting a fast pace that reaches deep within your walls. you throw your head back into a moan, slapping a hand over your mouth to keep it from traveling outside of the room.

“already screaming over my cock, huh?” zeke laughs, the sound scraping like nails on a chalkboard through your ears.

“f-fuck off,” you pant, gripping the sheets at your sides, determined not to touch him more than you already are. his pace is consistent, incredibly consistent, in speed and depth. the more you part your legs for him, the deeper he goes, the more your toes curl - and the more you hate yourself. your hips ache with the stretch of spreading your legs so far apart. your eyes nearly roll back into your head when his tip begins to knock against your cervix.

“look at you, legs open like a filthy fucking whore,” he grunts, steadying himself by placing his hands on the mattress on either side of your chest. the contact brings you closer, and you can smell the faint notes of cigarettes clinging to his body. it nearly makes you vomit.

swallowing the bile, you let zeke kiss you again, panting curses into each other’s mouths, holding nothing back. the same old warm feeling starts to spread through you, fuming into a wildfire in the blink of an eye at your boiling resentment for him.

“open your mouth,” zeke pants. you shake your head at him, knowing that if you comply, you’ll give him the satisfaction by your titillating moans. instead of taking your resolve, zeke’s hand grabs your face and squeezes your cheeks, prying your mouth open by force. you squirm under him, breathy moans spilling out of the opening.

he spits in your mouth - not the sensual kind where it slowly dribbles off his tongue onto yours; no, it’s the kind of action that’s meant for scorning, for a special mind of hatred. it’s the kind that sprays all over your face instead of just in your mouth. you can taste the last glass of whiskey in the liquid.

your nails sink into his back in retaliation, throwing your adamancy in not touching him to the wind. you feel his skin split slightly, feels a few drops of blood dabble on your fingers. he groans, kissing you once again, the taste of him overwhelming.

your sounds become more feral as you both near your climaxes. zeke’s pace speeds up, ramming into your cervix at full force. it hurts, but you won’t be the baby bitch that taps out - you gotta stick it to him.

“god,” he groans, “love this slutty cunt of yours. always so wet for me, always opening your legs to let me in. you’re just too easy. fuckin’ love it.”

you don’t say anything. you can’t even mutter a “fuck off.” you can’t even string together a sentence. your eyes roll back, mercifully sparing you the sight of zeke looking down on you with such disdain as you cum and cream on his cock. he knows that he’ll never get tired of this sight - he’ll never have to.

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