#Yandere Floch x reader

[admirxation]

彡 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟒𝐭𝐡 - 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐧 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲

♡ 𝐬𝐮𝐦. Floch is obsessed with his ex-girlfriend, the one that should have never got away. (wc: 4.3k)

𝐜𝐰 — afab!reader x yandere!ex-boyfriend!Floch Forster. Dead Dove Do Not Eat (very dark oneshot), 18+ smut mdni, mention of previously established relationship (reader and Floch are exes), kidnapping, non-con and kinda turns into dub-con, obsessive yandere, tying up, groping, nipple play, gunplay (he fucks reader with a gun) -> you've been warned; continue at your own discretion.

You awaken slowly, feeling a cool sweat drag along your brow bone as blurred vision becomes sharpened clarity; your heart drops into the pit of your stomach as you notice the cold surrounding you, that biting chill that seems to seep into your bone marrow as the world felt small, the darkness in the room feeling suffocating as if the walls were slowly tiptoeing into your personal space.

Your wrists ached, feeling a throbbing and tight pain with the coarse road tightly wrapped around you like an animal, cutting into your flesh with every slight movement, a wince echoing the cold walls as you twisted them in hopes you could untie them, but of course, you can’t, they’ve been tightened by someone who knows what they’re doing—like someone who has been practising and planning.

Trying to focus, you blinked, but the room just remained in a shrouded cloud of shadow, illuminated only by a weak, silver light of the moon filtering through a high barred window. You could feel how the dust in the room was almost in thick clouds creeping into your lungs, the scent of dampness on the walls as if the room itself had been left to decay for lifetimes, forgotten by time and the living. You tried to sweep every memory, looking at every detail of what you could see outside the bars, trying to think of where you could be. The only possible answer you could come up to was that you were in a cellar in some abandoned building; you didn’t hear anything outside, not even the sound of a rat or bird, so you had to be somewhere far away from your usual dwellings—whoever put you in here knew what they were doing.

Your heart continued to race with that beating rhythm meeting your eardrums, feeling a weight on your shoulders and chest as the reality of the situation was drawing in; this wasn’t just some nightmare, nightmares make your mind shiver, not your heart. Your eyes just kept their shaky gaze at the unfamiliar room, its decrepit and rotting nature with how the walls seemed so empty, but also seemed like they were growing taller and closer.

As your heart continued to pound at the chamber of your ribcage, a low creaking sound from the far end of the room could be heard, pulling your attention into a snapping neck movement; your pulse quickening as the shadowed figure was looming in over you, its figure detaching itself from ambiguity into familiar likeness was making your blood turn to ice. He steps forward, and your heart lurches in your chest with that sudden recognition of who has seized you.

Floch Forster. Your ex-boyfriend and now captor.

He emerges into the pale light the window only allows, his figure towering above you, with his broad shoulders casting a dark and heavy shadow to take away the only light you could bask in. You noted the mess of his auburn hair, once perhaps kept and handsome in the light of day when you saw him, but now in a messy state with how the moonlight catches the edges like a sharp blade. The look in his eyes was only making this grotesque and rotten room feel more decayed as that smirk that was appearing on his lips sucked all the remaining life out of the room and in your consciousness. They trap you along with the tight ropes bound to your flesh, his gaze is cold and calculating as a predator looks at his prey. Once you might have thought of them as perhaps warm and inviting, how his eyes used to remind you of caramel, not only sending a shiver down your spine and making goosebumps appear in fear's wake.

You swallowed the lump that was formed in your throat, the fast of fear sharp on your tongue the moment your mind helped you reach recognition, only managing to let out a soft and exhausted whisper: “I should have known it would be you…”

Of course, you should have known. Floch and you used to be close, lovers on the brink of a whole new journey as man and wife when you accepted his grand on-one-knee gesture, but the more you kept being with him, noticing how his loyalty—once a trait you admired—was something that was ruining him and you with how you became his possession to keep, not his lover to please. The man would just look at you and he always had to do something, if you were out late by a millisecond he was trying to get in your mind and see if you were plotting something behind him; it became exhausting to love him when he sucked all your character out and left you a walking bag of skin and bones.

He never took the break up well, who does? Whenever people say they broke up on good terms, that’s a load of delusional and mature bullshit people latch onto to believe that of course they were good enough, just not the right time, because no one can ever just admit that the relationship was nothing but utter failure, everyone needs to be the good guy in their own story. But Floch took it further than anyone else could, you name it he did it. Constantly sent letters, waiting at the doorstep with flowers, but one thing he never did was promise to change; in his mind why should he change? Every woman wants a man so loyal they go crazy and only think about them… right?

His lips curled at the edges, a smirk that carried no warmth, only the smug satisfaction of a man who had been planning this moment for far too long.

“Should have known,” he echoed as he mocked your fearful tone as he crossed his arms against his chest, his gaze piercing right through you, “any more theatricals you have planned, sweetheart?”

You opened your mouth to say something, but your voice cracked under the pressure of suppressed terror; your mind running a race with your beating heart wanting to explode out and give you a lucky escape from any torture or suffering he was going to inflict upon you, making every morbid imagination run rampant through your freezing bloodstream.

He had you where he wanted you, cowering for him. His presence oozed arrogance as he crouched down and brought your face level to his, his rough fingertips on your chin as he watched you, up so close like your intimate moments in history; only this time, there’s nothing intimate about this, only fearful as his eyes watched you.

“Should have known you say,” he says softly with a false warmth surrounding you with the voice that used to comfort you, “but you didn’t did you? If you’d known you would have changed the locks to your house now, wouldn’t you?”

Your eyes widened as his words hung in the air like a decaying body on a rope, thick and cloying as the room seemed to grow colder and a phantom feeling tightening around your heart, squeezing and releasing it to make you pant under manipulation.

“What… What do you want?” the question weakly slips past your lips, so pitiful and pathetic; you’re supposed to be a soldier, and now you’re cowering to a man. Oh, how you have hit rock bottom.

“What do I want?” he repeats, having fun with how he had you on puppet strings, eyes raking over your form with possessive hunger that just made your skin crawl. “I want you, silly.” You felt an unbearable crushing of anxiety as he spoke to you like it was a normal day when you two used to sit on the sofa, whispering sweet wantings to one another, one this time, what was once sweet was turned bitter and tainted with the cold invasion against tenderness.

“I’ve always wanted you,” he murmurs, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw as if he were claiming a priceless piece of art, marking it as his. “I always proved that to you, with how much I gave you and then… You throw it away just because of a little jealousy. I thought people were supposed to try in relationships… but no, you soon gave up.”

“A little jealousy?” you had an outburst of bewilderment, “you’re seriously downplaying—”

“Oh, how I loved not being able to finish a sentence,” he rolled his eyes in sarcasm and soon shut you up with a cold and metallic feeling in your mouth—a gun.

“Great… Now I can finish,” your eyes continued to widen and your body continued to shake as you felt the ending of life right in front of you, “I want you more than anything. We can work everything out… We were such a lovely couple weren’t we, I know you were scared and got cold feet, but I’ll forgive you, I’ll always forgive you, my sweetheart.” When he had finished whatever theatrical he had been cooking up for however long this plan was brewed up for, the gun soon came out of your mouth, your heart feeling like it had stopped and been restarted by a jolt as he pushed it back into his holder.

“You… You’re… You’re sick,” you managed to spurt out, your voice faint and trembling as if only the shell of your previous self was talking to whoever this man was. This wasn’t Floch, this wasn’t the man you had spent years with and built a love story with; you hated whatever time had done with the Floch you fell in love with, all his warmth and comfort now replaced with cold obsession.

He chuckles with a dangerous and arrogant tone lacing at the end of every inhale, filling the room like a rustle of dead leaves in the graveyard. “Sick?” he echoes in a continuation of his mockery and taunting. “If making you mine again is sick then—” he leans in closer with his lips brushing against your ear “—Then I am extremely sick… For you.” When he whispered that last part, you only felt dread trickle down your spinal cord, feeling like your blood had clotted into a icesickle; and god how you were wishing for that sweet escape than whatever mental torture this was.

His words kept twisting in your gut, so cold and venomous masked in your past lover's voice. Your body kept tensing with panic continuously flowing through you and your mind screaming for a way out, but there was no way out. The room was in the middle of nowhere, the ropes were tight enough to keep a beast chained to its master, and his looming presence was never going to leave you.

“Don’t worry,” he says with a threatening softening to his voice, “I’ll take care of you…soon you’ll see things, my way.”

He steps back, retreating into the shadows from which he came, his presence lingering in the air like the stench of decay. You were alone, bound, and utterly powerless, and terror gnawed at you. But even in the loneliness of the voic, you felt him like an omnipresent being. Floch is watching, no matter where he is, you feel his cold stare… He’s always watching.

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You got no sleep when you watched as sunlight crept into the room, making all the dust and mildew stains of the wall visible; oh how you were missing the ambiguity faint moonlight gave, reality was much worse to a terrorised mind that had no room to be creative. You felt the ringing in your ears, and the heavy pain in your temples as you watched the door, knowing he would appear any moment.

You heard the plethora of footsteps upstairs and even near the door at times; it made your heart jump every time you heard the click of his boots on the floor approach nearer, making your body tense up to pray he wasn’t going to come again, and he didn’t for the whole night, but years with Floch you knew he likes to build adrenaline and anticipation within you, knowing he would save his second appearance for the morning—when you’re too exhausted fighting sleep to use any logic or remember anything.

For a moment, you just sat there still like a doll, it wasn’t like you had anything else to do but be one with the dull throb of pain anchoring you and trying to lull you into a sleep, not one of comfort, but one that would make your time here go by quicker; if your consciousness wasn’t around, you wouldn’t have to remember the nightmare, what was unknown to you was like a sinister and unknowing present. But that lull was soon brought to a halt when you heard the familiarity of his clicking boots against the hard floor.

It’s him again.

His footsteps were deliberate, the sound sending a spike of dread through your chest as you follow the vibration of sound from above you, then down the side, then in front of the door, hearing the metallic clanking of keys before that bone-chilling creaking was heard again. His tall frame was towing over yours, in his hands carrying a plate with chipped porcelain clinking faintly as he crossed the room toward you.

“Good morning, sunshine,” he says in a voice was is too cheerful for comfort, too saccharine for this decrepit place with a smile that just sends a bone chilling effect through your body. He crouches in front of you, setting the plate carefully on the floor in front of you. Your favourite breakfast, but even if the smell of the food makes your stomach growl and beg, you still feel a mix of uneasy discomfort, not wanting to take it; if he could put you in here, god knows what was in the food.

You stared down at it, your stomach twisting in starvation; you wanted to devour every piece, lick the plate and beg for more, but the logical part that guaranteed your survival every time you ventured out the walls was shouting at you not to eat it.

Floch just watched you with that glint in his eye, expectant. “I brought you breakfast. You should eat. You need your strength.” His voice was soft, almost coaxing, but there was always something lingering underneath the surface when he spoke; something cold and something that made you shiver, turning your insides hard and freezing as ice.

You just looked up at him, hatred bubbling in your chest; you hated how fearful you were of him, but you needed to be afraid, you couldn’t play a hero who could get out of any situation, you needed to find more information. You could tell that—despite the insistent with the gun—he wasn’t going to kill you instantly. Sure, he was capable of hurting you, but he had been planning something, and killing you instantly would be a complete waste of time, but you never know, maybe Floch could have been a time waster.

“Look… I already have you down here, what benefit would it give me to drug your food… I’m just keeping my sweetheart alive.”

With a sudden, sharp, and fluid movement, you lashed your foot out, kicking the plate as hard as you could; watching how the plate skidded across the floor, the food splattering in an arc as the plate flipped and crashed into the far dark corner of the room. All that food was not smeared on the filth of the floor, leaving streaks on the floorboards and it just sat there, making Floch’s face darken in the heavy silence after the plate’s rotation.

His neck spikes toward you, a jagged shadow crossing his face as his jaw tightens, his gaze piercing right through you like a bullet, the creases on his face hardening in its sharp appearance as he looks down on you. But there wasn’t anger, he wasn’t going to lash out at you, no, he would punish you in ways that hurt more than an angry outburst.

“Oh, do you really think that was a smart idea, biting the hand that feeds you?” he asks with a low voice, fury and amusement intermixing with one another in a dance hanging on his elongated syllables. “Rookie mistake.”

You shrunk back instinctively, the rope biting into your wrists as you tried to pull away, but of course, there’s nowhere to go. His face comes closer to yours, and you can make out every detail of his skin, every crease, dark circle, blemish and the intricate clouding streak features on the brown circles of his gaze, feeling his warm breath almost suffocating you. You slightly jumped as you felt his hand caress your cheek, that warmth being familiar, but now it’s tainted; it’s no longer the touch you craved after a long day of training, it’s the touch that will forever live in your nightmares as you watch the intensity in his eyes that much makes your stomach congeal in churning.

“Hm, I guess you just need a push to remember how good we are together,” his voice is unnervingly calm, tension coiling and swirling beneath every single word he uttered. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, we all need reminders… You’re so forgetful sometimes anyway,” he let out a breath of amusement as his fingers trailed on your jawline, slowly trailing on your neck and collarbone.

Your whole body was screaming at you. Kick him and make a run for it, don’t let him touch you like this, he’s sick and he’ll pay for everything he’s done or whatever he was planning to keep doing, but you just remain there, stuck and still like a deer in headlights—the solider within you now vanished into a cowering girl.

His hands trail on your collarbone, feeling your soft skin underneath his fingertips again; you watch as his pupils swallow the brown colour of his eyes as he intensely stares at your body, letting his fingers take an invitation written by him and move further to the first button in the line of your shirt.

No, he’s not going to… Is he?

All your fears were coming true as you watched how he unbuttoned your shirt, popping each button with just one hand in skill of dexterity but also his craft of timing; he didn’t rip them off, he slowly calculated the pop through each hole in a way that made you pant every time each button came loose until your shirt was wide open, leaving your bra on show as your chest had a quick rise and fall, making his focal point go straight to your breasts.

“Floch… Please… Don’t do this.” You pathetically whimpered out, your gaze started to go misty-eyed.

“Aw, what’s wrong?” that sinister smile would just keep coming back and all you wanted to do was kick it off of him, but your limbs felt like sandbags that were permanently glued to the floor as if Floch commanded it. “You loved it when I used to touch you… Don’t you remember, sweetheart, you used to do crazy when I… did this.” That last word came out like a serpent’s hiss as his fingers plunged into the barrier of lace, feeling his cold digits rub and smooth over your nipple, feeling as your sensitive bud rose and pointed against his fingertips from that familiar touch your body had grown accustomed to over the years; it would always remember his touch, and it wasn’t listening to the rational inner monologue that was running rampant in your psyche, as you hated and wished every curse to fall upon him in karma’s name. But you just remained there, stiff and still.

“Mm.” You quietly reacted as you felt him tweak your perky nipple, making a coil spring into a knot inside your stomach, feeling a rush of heat upon your cheeks.

“Ah, I see… You do remember how much you loved this… You just want to keep acting like you hate it, okay sweetheart, I’ll let you keep up the act… like I’m the bad guy,” that uneasy chuckle escaped his lips as he watched your shaking and anticipating form.

He gave another pinch to your sensitive bud before moving the cups of your bra down and exposing your bare breasts into the cold bite of the room; a hitch in your breath and fogging out into the atmosphere as you felt his slender fingers around the swell of your breasts, making a mist gloss over your eyes as you felt his hands grab and paw at you in a grope. He didn’t look at you, he looked at your body, and you could see every thought and plan that was running and swirling within his inner monologue; watching as he continued to fondle your doughy breasts as the plush of your skin poked out between the gaps of his fingers.

“You’re still so beautiful.”

As he uttered his terrifying compliments you felt his fingers travel down the sides of your waist, and pull down on your pants, watching your legs twitch at the thought that you could maybe escape from him. All he did was look at how they remained glued to the floor.

“You’re not going to kick me… You’re going to lift up and help me take these off… Because you like it,” his fingers continued to pull down from your waistband, “don’t worry sweetheart, no one’s here to judge you… and I for one am certainly not judging… I want you.”

No words from you were needed as your lower half lifted as you scraped your back upwards on the cold wall, letting him drag your pants down from your thighs, past your knees, then flicked off from your ankles; his cock twitched in his pants as he watched your glistening cunt stare back at him once again, that familiar arousal coursing through his body and making that heart pounding sound ring in his ears as blood flowed to between his legs and hardened against his trousers. But he wasn’t going to give the satisfaction your wet and acing hole was anticipating as he watched your inner thighs shake, no, you still needed to be punished after that little ungrateful stunt you pulled. He smirked as he looked at you through his brow, that metallic sound coming back as you heard his gun being pulled out.

“No… Please, I’m sorry I—”

“Shh, shh, shh… I’m not going to hurt you… just trust me,” he elongated every syllable and kept you hanging on each word as you felt the cold metal run down the valley of your breasts, the muzzle at the end of the barrel grazing over your perky blushed nipple. Floch continued to bite his lip, taking in low breaths of amusement as he smirked at your body’s reaction to the cold metal as it started to run down the middle of your stomach, the phallic muzzle then prodding and pocking at your wet lips.

Floch wasn’t trigger happy, he wasn’t going to physically harm you, but what he loved to do was keep you on edge, having the constant question ‘What if he actually does it?’ keep repeating in that mind which he knew was running rampant with every scenario, self curse and insult against him; but your pretty body was still his to play with as he pushed the barrel of his gun inside of you, making your squirm as your tight walls spasmed against the stiff metal. Your lip trembled as your chest rose and fell in a broken shivering pattern in your pants.

“Oh, you’re so beautiful,” he says to your shuddering body and the way you were taking it so well, your body recoiling as you felt a clouded desire permeate throughout your body, pinching your eyes shut as you felt the cold metal be fucked inside of you.

Pure terror washed over you like a tidal wave, and it took all your strength not to sob, but as the gun kept being pushed in and out, in and out, you felt a tortuous desire bubble up inside of you, arousal ignited as you slick coated the gun as you panted for him. Floch—clearly liking the vulnerable position you were in—croached down further to twirl his tongue over your perked-out nipple, taking deep and warm sucks on your sensitive bud as the gun was still held inside you.

“Mmmph… ahh~” You were just a lazy puddle of sounds as you felt the thrusts of terror inside of you, as Floch drew out pain and pleasure as you arched your back further into his mouth, sucking in a sharp gasp as the entire barrel burries itself further inside of you.

“Can you cum for me, sweetheart?” he whispered before rolling his tongue over your chest again, “I wanna see that tight pussy cum for me… Like you used to.”

He gently nippled and sucked harder, hearing the suctioning noises as your pussy sucked in his gun further, feeling shame for getting wet and almost liking the terror that filled you up; he angled it to hit that post inside of you that he learnt very well, looking up and seeing your eyes roll to the back of your head and filling the echoing room with those moans that just made him cum in his pants, feeling his release as he bit down a bit harder of your chest before your clear released escaped out of you and socked his gun.

“Good girl,” he panted out as he moved away from you, slowly removing the gun and leaving your spent hole to want more, to want him. His fingers collected at the bottom of your chin and gently forced it up to who you know: “Now sweetheart, you will get to feel me again, when you have learned not to bite the hand that feeds you… Understood?”

“Understood.”

“There she is, that’s the girl I love.”

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a/n: FLOCH FORSTER CONTENT FINALLY OUT oh my god I've been lowkey obsessing over this man like ooo I love red heads. and before anyone wants to bitch he's a complex and well written character, I don't like everything he does I like his writing, blah blah blah... also if i here bitching f off you were literally warned before the reading content. I am defo gonna be writing more floch and this may or may not be turned into a full series on ao3 in january.

[animeyanderelover]

Anon: If I may, my request is about Soo won (Akatsuki no Yona), Akutagawa and Chuuya (Bungo Stray Dogs), Floch and Eren (Attack on Titan), Sai and Shikamaru (Naruto), Shu and Subaru (Diabolik lovers), all seperate, with an unbothered reader who's stronger than them physically and has a noble and powerful background even though she's illegitimate she's very much loved by her stepmother and half-siblings anyway, her family, personal servants and few friends are very supportive and caring, and she received a great upbringing and pretty much was free to try and learn anything (as long as not too dangerous from when she was like under 12), so she's also on the very strong side physically and intellectually enriched while having multiple skills. After the kidnapping, she turn out to know it all but didn't mind and she could've always found a way to avoid it but she just didn't as she also have feelings for the yandere and already informed her family and friends she won't be there for a pretty long while and to just ignore it, she's very confident in herself and great at communicating when uncomfortable without touching the wrong nerves of the yandere and just enjoy her time with the yandere finely, her only big NOs is threats or actions against people she care about, physical violence on her, hiding things after the "kidnapping" already happened and unnecessary killings of strangers because of her.

Tags: @shumidehiro @swagenemyartisan @cachamata @chxxz @leveyani @izanami78

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional mindset, protective behavior, paranoia, clinginess, stalking, guilt-tripping, isolation, abduction

I can handle you

Nara Shikamaru

🦌​He didn't always like you. If Shikamaru would have to be honest there was a brief period during his childhood where he held the belief that you would be arrogant and spoiled due to your rich upbringing. Luckily his father quickly taught him better as he told his son that he shouldn't judge a person before getting to know them better. Only after he took the words of his father to heart did Shikamaru actually realise that he had been wrong about you. Because he recognised a similar mindset in other children that he used to have whilst observing you. Children were either avoiding you since they were scared of your noble background or tried to cosy up to you to bask in your wealth only to talk behind your back since it wasn't actually you they were interested in. He doesn't see himself as a hero yet back then he couldn't help but stand up for you, a naive gesture considering that you were more than capable of doing this yourself. Nevertheless though, it was this action he took that led the two of you to become very close friends over the following years. It isn't always easy with you due to your many hobbies that you insist him to join you but he does it still because he wants to spend time with you.

🦌​Shikamaru's obsession is in a similar fashion almost as lazy as he is. It takes time for his feelings to escalate to the point of a real obsession yet being a childhood friend of yours is a good precondition for it to happen. That is when some problems arise that previous weren't there simply because he has such feelings for you now. He used to not mind that you were always busy with training or doing your hobbies because he knew you'd still make time for him. Now the absence actually bothers him and no one is more annoyed by the sudden change of feelings than Shikamaru himself. It's plainly speaking silly and embarrassing that such things now bother him when they didn't in the past. Everything about his feelings has to be carefully concealed when he is in front of you, especially because of your family. Deep down he starts despising just how much troubles he finds himself in simply because your family is so important. He has a feeling that they wouldn't be too thrilled if he were to ask them for your hand in marriage and his frustration partially ends in him slipping up, subtle words meant to influence you. Your sharp mind sadly always catches on, forcing him to cover his slipup up.

🦌​There are a lot of things he needs to consider whilst planning for an abduction, specifically because your family is influential and important. Shikamaru spends months carefully putting everything together and then can only patiently wait until you finally leave the compound of your clan and give him the best chance to abduct you. Only to find out later on that you had a feeling that he would do something like this but decided to let it happen anyways because you also love him. There are a lot of things he could reply to that yet the only thing he can manage is a groan. Seriously? Couldn't you have told him that sooner? Do you even know how many hours he spent crafting this plan? Shikamaru finds himself neither particularly surprised nor shocked about this revelation though. It is after all just like you to pull off something like this. Now that the cat is out of the back though he sees no reason to keep any secrets anymore which ends in both of you having a long discussion about how things should proceed between the two of you now, something that feels more diplomatic than it should be considering the content of the talk yet both of you come to an agreement.

Sai

🖌️Sai has done his fair share of bloody work whilst working for Root and it is actually through a mission that he was tasked with that he met you. Danzo had gazed upon your family with growing dislike as your clan spoke up against some of Konoha's unsavory incidents and mistakes, something that caused the leader of Root to consider you a threat. At the same time it was undeniable that the support and influence of your family was too important to lose, meaning that Danzo needed a bait to ensure that your family would continue giving their support and benefitting Konoha as a result. That's how Sai was tasked with watching over you, the illegitimate heir of the family who was still very much beloved. If things were to turn to worse and your clan would consider breaking off any relationship with the village Sai would take you as a hostage to ensure that everything would proceed as it had done for the last few decades. Even Sai must admit though that it was remarkably difficult to keep a constant eye out on you. Not only because you were well-guarded but also because sometimes he had an intuition that you knew that he was watching you, your gaze lingering in the direction he was hiding.

🖌️He spends a remarkable amount of time keeping an eye on you, following you from the shadows as you go on with your days. You are very skilled in taijutsu, genjutsu and weaponry as far as he can observe which leads him to start analysing your abilities so that he can counter them if Danzo should give him the order to capture you. He watches you and watches you and watches you until he knows everything about you, can fluently inform someone of your schedule throughout the entire week and knows you better than he has known everyone else in his life, even himself. Unaware to even himself he has grown an obsessive fascination with you, one Danzo takes note of when Sai ends up rambling about you whilst giving his report as he drifts off and just starts telling the old man about everything that he noticed about you that week and about little quirks of yours that fascinate him. He's especially fond of the fact that you have taken a liking to drawing, has watched you countless times in the past either doodling something idly on paper or spend hours painstakingly painting something on canvas. Sai himself has mutliple sketches featuring you, all capturing moments you fascinated him.

🖌️Root is the last restrain that keeps him from abducting you so when Danzo is killed by Sasuke there are no chains holding him back anymore. By now Sai has also realised what this funny feeling in his chest is that he constantly experiences when he does as much as thinking about you. His time in team 7 has opened his eyes and Sakura especially has done a good job explaining to him what this sensation in his chest is. So this is love. It isn't like him to rush things, especially since he is still unfamiliar with love but when you leave your clan to travel he knows that this is a chance too good to miss. He wants to show you though that he is no stranger though you have never met him before so he makes sure to hang up all of the sketches he made of you over the years in the room he takes you in as soon as you are abducted. You handle the situation incredibly well though, handle Sai very well. He just stares at you with his black eyes as you list to him what you will and won't tolerate, the scenario familiar to him as it reminds him of someone giving him orders for a mission which makes it easier for him to understand. He accepts the conditions though as you promise to stay with him.

Eren Yeager

👊​Eren meets you during his time in the Survey Corps as you and your family reside in Wall Sina. You have been fairly isolated from the life behind the walls you lived in as your family always thought that they were better than other commoners. When Historia is crowned Queen and a lot of nobles are stripped of their reputation for being involved with the impostor king you are spared as you offer your honest support for the new Queen as well as the other Survey Corps. You're talented and gifted, everything Eren doesn't believe he is yet you possess such a curiosity of the world outside that almost overwhelms him at times. It reminds him too much of his younger self and the innocence he has lost over the years. Nevertheless he indulges you and tells you stories. Initially he leaves out everything that he wish he wouldn't have seen yet you quickly realise that he is hiding things from you and call him out for it. You want to know the truth after all. You have been sheltered enough. That surprises him but eventually he does as you wish, realising that he was just trying to hide you from knowledge and a burden he sometimes wishes he wouldn't have been loaded with.

👊​Over the years Eren starts trauma-dumping when he is around you. Some of his worries he just feels like he can't share with even Armin and Mikasa yet around you he can. He never explicitly states what is plaguing his mind but you never push him to tell you the entire truth either as you just listen to him and then comfort him in a way you knows works perfectly for him. Maybe that is why he finds himself seeking you out more and more whenever he feels his soul being tormented by the visions that he sees and the knowledge that he can't share with anyone. You're able to put him at ease in ways no one else is able to do and since he has a lot of stuff on his mind he starts searching for you more and more often. He longs for your voice and your gentle touch until it eventually becomes an obsession. He's agitated when he doesn't know where you are and one day without being in your embrace greatly affects his mood and only enhances the silent stress he is feeling. He starts to get controlling, asks the Yeagerists to keep an eye out on you so that you are always well protected. He knows you are capable of fighting yet paranoia outweights any logic he possesses.

👊​The thing that ultimately breaks him is when he starts catching glimpses of the future where you are with him. A path that is shaky and delicate, visions that are like smoke as he is unable to properly grasp them. Eren knows that he doesn't have much time left but he desperately longs for that future that he sometimes sees but if it won't happen by itself he will force this path to appear. That is how you soon find yourself locked away by Yeagerists who keep a sharp eye on you. Eren is fully prepared to push down any guilty feelings when he steps into the room, prepared to appear as determined and cold-hearted. It is your confession of not only having expected this to happen but also of your own feelings that shatters that ruthless facade. You know him far too well to let yourself get fooled by his cruel appearance and perhaps that is why he clings so much to you. You see the vulnerable boy beneath the Titan. Eren expected that he would have to calm you down and even intimidate you so you wouldn't throw too much of a scene yet it ends up being the complete opposite. You end up calming him down as he is the one clinging to you and begging silently for comfort.

Floch Forster

🟫​Floch initially just despises you. After all you are just a spoiled and naive little thing that knows nothing about the struggles people like him had to go through so that your noble arse would be safely protected. Yet you have the utter trust of Queen Historia which leaves him with little to no choice but to tolerate your presence. Nevertheless, he throws a lot of shade your way only for you to reply with an equal amount of sass back which does surprise him a lot. He expected you to be offended or not know how to reply but you are very much capable of standing up for yourself which is something he begrudgingly accepts and maybe even admires. Still, he avoids you a lot due to his dislike. That is until he starts seeing and realising what you are capable of. You're smart, skilled and even know how to properly use an ODM gear despite having never been part of the Military. How do you know how to use one of those? That is when he finds out that you have always been allowed to train in a lot of different areas and that you are not just a weak and spoiled noble but a courageous and talented lady whose assistance is desperately needed for the future of Paradise Island.

🟫​That is when he starts to get jealous. In a way Floch feels undermined, something he absolutely despises. You're probably underestimating him, especially if you were to find out just how much of a coward he used to be back in the days. None of that is true but it is in his head. He doesn't avoid you anymore but instead starts actively seeking you out. He needs to have you stop underestimating him, needs you to acknowledge him or needs to simply find one single flaw that he can target to elevate his own ego. Yet even the flaws he discovers and targets you carry with dignity he could only dream of possessing and all of it slowly drives him mad. He's obsessed already with you, constantly bothers you and follows you around like a creep yet no one can tell him to stop. Perfect. You are far too perfect. How can one single woman be so utterly perfect? You are everything he should aspire to be, everything anyone should hope to be and it is this gradual realisation that is the last push he needs to spiral down the rabbit hole of obsession. Now more than ever he is desperate for approval and acknowledgement yet internalised self-doubt of his own still lets him believe that you secretly hate him.

🟫​As someone who is essentially the leader of the Yeagerists Floch uses the brooding mood that arises within the population of Paradise Island as the conflict unfolds to capture you. After all you are on your own as most nobles who were in power during the reign of the fake king are imprisoned and despised by the overall public. Now he finally has a chance to talk to you, to get you to see him as more than a loser. You should side with him. He can protect you, he knows how the mind of the larger crowd works. In his mind he has prepared a speech already yet you just have to shatter his plans when you nonchalantly admit that not only you knew of his plans but that you also love him even if he is quite a nasty person and that you never got a chance to tell him since he never listened to you properly. Floch is dumbfounded to the point where he stays silent for a solid minute before he starts laughing. He refuses to believe that what you just said is the truth. Because if it would be he would only cement himself further as a fool in his own eyes and would only feel secretly more insecure when in your presence. God, sometimes he despises just how smart and perfect you are.

Sakamaki Shu

🎵Illegitimate or not, your family is one of immense power and influence which gains the attention of his cursed father. Karlheinz shows an interest in your family and especially in you even though you are an illegitimate child. From a very young age on he suggests that perhaps one of his sons should be your husband in later years and Beatrix instantly grabs the chance as soon as she perceives it. Whenever your family is visiting she forces Shu to tag along with her and introduces him to your parents and to you as well. The boy is meticulously tidied up on such occasions as his mother has cleaned him and dressed him up properly, constantly reminding him to be on his best behavior in front of your family. For Shu none of it has ever been fun as he had never interest in being engaged forcefully even though he didn't hate you per se. It is after the death of his dear friend that he completely retreats within himself, his heart growing colder. The words and pleads of his mother to charm you and to prove himself as a good choice of a future husband fall on deaf ears as he doesn't care anymore. He just wants to be left alone. He doesn't care about an arranged marriage or about you.

🎵As if sensing that something is wrong with him, you suddenly start seeking him out a tad bit more without overwhelming him. Shu ususally either ignores you or tells you bluntly that he doesn't want any company and even though you feel like leaving him alone with his sorrow is wrong, initially you respect his wishes. After all you yourself don't know what the proper way to consult him is and until you have figured that out you decide to give him some time. She just appreciates that you left him alone at all. Until one day you suddenly appear again, this time though you carry a violin with you. It does gain you a lazy look from him before he closes his eyes again but he has given you a moment of attention and hasn't told you off either so you see this as a sign to continue. You're still new to playing violin as it is something that you have only recently picked up so you mess up a few tunes yet you still sense somehow that Shu is listening in. He doesn't say anything the first few times when you repeat this process but one day eventually he actually stands up when you are done with your play and asks if he can borrow your violin. You've gotten a few notes wrong. Listen to him playing so you don't get it wrong again.

🎵You know in that moment that you have won him over and from that day on those sessions continue. Initially it always involves a violin or sometimes also a piano as the two of you start playing together. With passing time sometimes he just listens to music together with you whilst sharing an earphone with you or he just simply listens to you as you tell him what is going on with your life. This has been going on for decades, decades in which he started thinking about being your husband in a less negative light, especially whenever his other brothers try to get under his skin and mock him that they might try to become your husband in the future. He sees a future with you, only with you and away from the chaos of the mansion he is living in. That's why he lures you away to the countryside into a cottage, hoping for peace with you in this small house. Much to his relief you have a very calm reaction to it all and he can only give you an amused huff when you inform him that you expected him to try something like this for a while now. You know-it-all. You could have saved him all the effort if you would have just taken the lead sooner and confessed your feelings to him.

Sakamaki Subaru

⬜Subaru has spent more time watching you from a window than actually being right next to you. Whilst all of his other half-brothers were allowed to play with you and get to know you he was kept away from you as if he were a dangerous dog that might bite you. As a young child this mainly just saddened him as he had secretly hoped to be your friend. After all you always looked so happy and pretty whilst playing with the triplets or listening to Reiji when he told you something interesting. As the years passed that sadness grew into bitterness though. You probably wouldn't even want to meet him even if you had the chance. Who would want to be friends with a monster after all? At one point he stops looking through the window, stops admiring you from a distance to not torment himself anymore. As if sensing his growing anguish though that is when you one day appear right in front of him whilst he is sitting alone in the garden of the mansion. He's far too surprised to say anything as he just stares at you but it is the careful question of yours if he's alright or not that frees him from his trance. He stands up and abruptly leaves, tells you harshly that he doesn't want you to follow him.

⬜​He regrets it later that night that he spoke to you so rudely. Subaru just didn't know what else he should have said in that moment. Maybe it's better that way though. Now you at least have seen the real him and will probably ignore him from now on. Only that it never happens. Instead you start to search for him and his dead heart always leaps in his chest when he sees you waving to him whilst he's staring at you through the windows. Loneliness eventually gets the better of him and when all his other brothers are gone he seeks you out. He's awkward, doesn't know how to act around you and at times that leads to him saying something rude yet you are never scared or angry around him. You understand that he has probably had his fair share of terrible experiences in this family and always keep that in mind when he lashes out. You're the first friend Subaru has ever had and he quickly grows attached and protective. He's terrified that one day you might change your opinion and see him as nothing more as a brute, fears that you may prefer one of his other brothers over him and abandon him for them. It should be no surprise that those feelings bloom into a romantic obsession.

⬜​It is when he is informed from Reji that your family considers choosing one of them as your husband that Subaru ultimately falls victim to his paranoia though. After all why would your parents choose him? They will probably choose someone like Reiji who is educated and sophisticated. He's going to lose you after all those years now, isn't he? There is barely a grand plan that Subaru forms. He just one day drags you away with him, as far away from the Sakamaki mansion as he can whilst keeping a tight grip on you. Both of you eventually stop in the middle of nowhere and that is when you finally decide to talk to him. You already have a very good idea what his motives are and your suspicions are confirmed when he lashes out with his overwhelmed emotions. He doesn't want to lose you, especially not to one of his brothers. You're all he ever had. He would have never expected you to confess that you have feelings for him as well, after all he was always told that he was nothing more than a monster. He doesn't believe you either when you tell him that you have feelings for him, thinking that you're just trying to calm him down. If you're not lying though, he'll try. He'll try for you.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke

⬛️It is quite risky to work as closely with Akutagawa as you do. He has a reputation for being aggressive, easily angered and prone to using violence to the point where not even the current leader of the Port Mafia has full control over him. You are very focused on doing what you are supposed to do though and it isn't like you don't know who he is when you specifically ask for Akutagawa's help. Your family has some good ties with the Port Mafia after all which is why Mori isn't opposed to offering you some help when you inform him that you need one of his men to take care of a problem or two. Akutagawa just seems like the right guy to you when you are offered different options and Mori doesn't question your decision too much as he knows that you are pretty good in assessing a situation and making the decision needed. Other people are quite cautious around Akutagawa and you can't blame them. He isn't exactly the most friendly person there is but he's here to get a job done and you acknowledge that. It takes you a little bit before you have figured out what the best way to handle him is but after that luckily you are able to communicate well enough with him.

⬛️The two of you spend a lot of time together and more than just once you have to stop him from acting on impulse. He can't just storm in after all, a little bit of planning is always needed. Despite your position Akutagawa treats you quite rudely when he is mad and somehow you find that quite amusing. It's not everyday that someone gives you such an attitude after all. The relationship between the two of you is somewhat strained but it still works. Until one day you happen to get into a tricky situation and whilst Akutagawa would have saved you, you decide to take care of the situation yourself and that is when he feels for the first time something akin to respect for you. After all not only are you calculated and smart but are also very capable of fighting for yourself. You're strong... Why does this bother him so much though? Unbeknownst to him his feelings have already started shifting and with this arises a fear that you might never fully acknowledge him if he isn't strong enough. It is a fear he last experienced with Dazai only that this time it escalates even further as his obsession grows and festers within his soul.

⬛️Akutagawa is just itching to prove himself which ultimately leads him to abandon the plan you made as he just slaughters everyone he is supposed to target brutally and by the time you arrive the bloodbath is already over. Your mild disappointment almost makes him nauseous when you see the scene in front of you. It is when you decide that he has done his job and that he should return to the Port Mafia that Akutagawa snaps. You're just sending him away as if he's worth nothing to you. He won't allow you to deprive him of acknowledgement and respect like this. Everyone else would be terrified when faced with the sight of him enraged, Rashomon activated and towering over them yet you remain quite calm. Somehow this adds only salt to the wound as it feels like you aren't even acknowledging just how terrifying his ability is. He doesn't want to admit that he has feelings for you even when you point it out to him but he does react when you admit that you have feelings for him, a look of disbelief crossing his face as he analyses you closely to figure out if you're lying to him or not. He loathes this situation as it is as he hates that you are the one with control in this situation.

Nakahara Chuuya

🟠​Chuuya and you meet whilst your family discusses a possible partnership with the Port Mafia. You have quite the target on your back, not only as the heir of the family but also because not everyone is too fond of you as you are an illegitimate child so Chuuya is actually there for additional protection. You don't mind too much since he is charming and sweet. It does annoy you a bit though that he follows you wherever you go though you know that he has his orders and that an important partnership is on the line here, meaning that consequences would be grave if he were to let something happen to you. Whilst it isn't pleasant it isn't something you aren't used to either as you have grown up with bodyguards surrounding you. You're just hoping that Chuuya won't be as strict as some of your bodyguards and you seem to have struck gold with him when you discover that a bit of begging and pretty eyes seem to do it for him. If the pretty lady wants to enjoy her time in Yokohama he'll see it through that he fulfills you your wish though you still have to promise him to stay close to him. Other than that Chuuya just allows you to have a great time in the city.

🟠​You visit the Port Mafia a lot even after the partnership has been formed simply to get out of your home for a bit and every time Chuuya is assigned to keep an eye on you. At this point the both of you know each other quite well and Chuuya sometimes even jokes that at this point you're just hanging out with him for fun and not because you actually require his protection. He's seen you in action before and he won't lie, his ego was slightly let down when he figured out that he couldn't play hero for you but he's just made sure to turn his flattery up a few notches since then. He loves buying you something as soon as it catches your eye even though you could easily effort it by yourself, insisting that he would like to do at least something for you and he always invites you to dinner with him in expensive restaurants. He's not one to deny what is obvious. Chuuya knows that he has fallen in love with you more than he should have but he can't blame himself for it whenever he looks at you. He just wishes that he could do more and provide for you than he can do now. After all you have already everything many people could only dream of, meaning that he has to impress you all the more.

🟠​It's quite likely that the abduction has a more dire background considering the position and the importance that you have. Chuuya can't just simply abduct you after all, not when you are part of the family that his boss works with. Maybe someone did manage to almost get to you and actually injured you, something that would cause Chuuya to act for a short amount of time on his paranoia more than his logic. After all he is a highly protective man. That's probably how you wind up in his house all whilst he is fussing over your wounds before you manage to calm him down enough for him to sit down and listen. It's after he has slightly calmed down that he winds up confessing to you that he can't bear the thought of something happening to you because he loves you and that all he wants is to protect you. This isn't how he had planned things to go, he wanted to properly court you and win your heart over instead of sloppily blurting his feelings out whilst sitting on a couch. He's frustrated and angry with the situation as well as himself until you decide to follow his example and confess to him as well, promising to inform your family that you'll be gone for a while until he's calmed down.

Soo-Won

👑​The Kouka Kingdom welcomes the arrival of your family with high hopes and expectations as you are ambassadors of a neighbouring kingdom with which the current king hopes to form an alliance as the other option would be one of conflict and maybe even war. You are also allowed to travel along as your father feels like it is important for you to get a real taste of what diplomacy is after he has taught you years about strategies, tactics and everything you need to know when you eventually take over his role. Soo-Won and you both share the same thought when spotting each other for the first time when your family is greeted into his palace. Both of you think that the other one doesn't look like too much of a threat but at the same time both of you can't help but feel that there is much more than either of you can see on the surface. You can't help but think that there is a dark determination hidden beneath that soft and fragile appearance and Soo-Won can't help but feel like you could be much more dangerous than you look. It is a keen intuition about each other that both of you share and during the banquet held in the evening both of you keep on glancing at each other.

👑​What follows is a carefully concealed game of cat and mouse only that is remains unclear who is the cat and who is the mouse. Soo-Won seeks you out and converses with you, questions you how you like it in Kouka and that if you experience any discomfort you can tell him. He uses his carefree and somewhat oblivious personality in an attempt for you to let your guard down yet you remain cautious with the information you reveal. Slightly frustrating but also much more exhilarating in return. In some aspects you remind him of himself as you are very reserved when it comes to revealing too much about yourself. As underhanded of a strategy as it might be, at one point he attempts to crack your facade by subtly bringing up the topic of you being an illegitimate child only to be left even more impressed by you when you hold your head high and masterfully answer the question only for you to return the blow as you question him about his own father, especially the crimes he committed. You are a dangerous player on this field, Soo-Won realises that much yet at the same time he can't help but be drawn to you for some reason. It is almost ironic that despite his intelligence he knows so little about love.

👑​When Soo-Won finally realises that he has fallen in love with you, because someone pointed it out to him, he isn't as surprised as he thought he would be. After all it is hard not to fall for a sharp-minded and talented beauty like you. His mind is quickly made up to claim you as his. He could attempt to write your father and ask for your hand in marriage yet he wonders if you have noticed his feelings for you, is curious how you would react if he were to expose his darker side to you. It is this eerie curiosity that leads him to lure you to his bedchambers before locking the door and ordering the guards to not let you out. Any kindness vanishes from his face as he observes you like a hawk, trying to detect any sign of fear on your face or in your body language only to be met with composure and confidence. He can't say that he hates it though, especially once you confirm his suspicion and admit that you knew about his feelings before even he himself was aware of it. You appeal to him though that there is no need for any casualties for he can have an alliance with your kingdom as well as you for you also love him. Looking at you he knows you're going to be his greatest enemy as well as the best Queen.

[slxtslovebambi]

Stalker analysis.

Characters: Eren and Floch <3

Synopsis: what kind of stalkers/yandere they would be.

Warnings: the titel says it all

Wc: 900+

Eren

Eren knows you since Highschool.

You were close with Mikasa and Annie and since he’s friends with Mikasa he quickly gains a lot of knowledge about you.

He’s the anti social type of stalker for sure. He has friends yes but only a few close ones and he’s not interested in making new ones.

He’d be the type to constantly call night and day, just to hang up on you before you even have the opportunity to pick up.

Eren always had trouble with controlling his emotions, what makes him so unpredictable. One moment he obsesses over you, thinking his life doesn’t have any meaning without you being around, and the next moment he wants to break you, take everything from you and make you live a miserable life, for simple things like talking to another guy, or throwing away the flowers he sent you.

Eren would send you a lot of stuff. Teddy bears, letters etc. At first you didn’t think much of it, but when random gifts started appearing all over your apartment, it started to freak you out. You were scared of being alone. If he was able to make his way into your place before, he could break in anytime.

But you’re not supposed to be scared of him. He doesn’t want that. He thinks that nothing that he’s doing is wrong. He wants to be the person you run to when you’re scared, but at the same time nothing gets him more of than the thought of being the person that scares you, and makes you feel so helpless.

He forgets to eat, sleep and to take care of his close friends and family, since he spends so much time watching your social media accounts and following you around in his car.

Today he wants to change things though. He waited for you to end your shift at the bakery that you work at. He inhales the smoke from his cigarette once more before throwing it to the side and making his way over to you.

You were looking for you’re keys to close the store as they fell out of your purse, on the ground. You bend down, trying to pick them up when a muscular pale hand gets ahead of you.

"those are yours right?" He gives you a smirk, handing over the keys with one finger. "y-yes, thank you. Do we know each other?" You inspect his face, convinced that you’ve seen him at your job before. "Oh yeah… I think I’ve seen you around before."

Floch

Floch knows you personally, however you’re not even aware of the fact that he exists…at least that’s what he thinks. Back in Highschool he was more of a loner actually. He didn’t have that many friends but the ones that he had weren’t close to you at all, wich is why you never really talked to him.

The fact that you didn’t see him scratched his ego, and at first he only felt hatred towards you but that quickly changed when he noticed your selfless behavior towards other people.

Floch is the unstable stalker type with a lot of self image issues and insecurities. He feels very entitled, like you deserve being watched by him for not acknowledging his presence. If anything then he’s the victim in this story, for having his feelings played with, right?

Different from Eren he’s not really in to writing letter’s or stuff like that. He’ll just send you hundreds of anonymous messages throughout the day, saying things like "I like the way you did your make up today." Or "what a pretty dress :)" with attached photos.

To him it’s not really stalking, he feels like he’s just 'protecting' you. Making sure you get home safely by following you after you just left your friends house or tracking your location after hacking your phone, was just the beginning of a series of things that Floch would do.

Floch would also actually go out of his way to ask people he doesn’t even like, personal information about you.

He’s totally the 'if I can’t have you, no one can.' type of guy and he’s not shy about it. He hasn’t killed anybody over you but he’s more likely to do so than Eren.

Floch has always struggled with things like lack of empathy due to some psychopathic traits and maybe some kind of personality disorder. That’s also why he never really felt bad whenever you cried over the fact that there was yet another picture of you, that you never saw before, sent via text message.

You were grocery shopping today while talking to one of your friends on the phone when suddenly your cart bumps into another one.

"Oh my god I’m so sorry, I wasn’t paying attention. Are you okay?" You quickly apologize as you turn your head to face whoever you just accidentally hit.

"Yes don’t worry I’m fine." The tall man speaks softly while looking down at you.

He looks so familiar…

"Wait I know you…did we went to school together?" Your brain tries its best to put a name to the face in front of you.

Floch looks at you stunned at the fact that you seem to remember him. He doesn’t know what to say as he feels his heart beating faster and his palms getting sweaty.

"I- I… yes I think you were in my biology class."

He speaks taken back.

"Yeah I remember! Did you change your hair?"

You smile warmly at him, waiting for an answer. He’s too flabbergasted to actually talk to you so he just nods in response.

"How about we go drink a coffee sometime?"

There’s no way you just asked him that.

He doesn’t know if he should laugh or cry right now, but having this conversation with you just showed him that all the analysis he made about you were correct. You have to be the sweetest human being on earth, he just wants to protect you.

"Sure… I’d love that."

Might create a tag list (idk yet)

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♡.°୭̥ ୨୧ attack on titan masterlist

choose your character

୨୧ eren

jealous eren ✯ nsfw alphabet ✯ eren choking his partner ✯ pussy drunk eren ✯ eren x child reader ✯ drinks on me ✯ car sex with eren ✯ eren with size kink ✯ eren teaching an insecure reader with hip dips how to love themselves ✯ with eren on a beach ✯ eren cheating with you on mikasa  cheater eren  ✯   cheater eren 2 ✯  being erens side piece  ✯ gamer eren  ✯ eren and armin taking your virginity  ✯ eren with pda  ✯ eren and mikasa as parents

୨୧ jean

highschool jean ✯ puppyboy jean ✯ threesome with jean and marco ✯ baby daddy jean ✯ creep jean ✯ heartbroken jean ✯ tired jean ✯ domestic jean ✯breeding kink jean ✯ reiner vs jean x gf in makeup ✯ jean when asking for seks ✯ jean with breeding kink ✯ jean being pussy drunk ✯ jean with goth gf ✯ jean x voyerism ✯ soft jean ✯ jean fucking you only with the tip ✯ jean and red lipstick  ✯ cheater jean

୨୧ armin

mermaid armin ✯ little yandere armin ✯ librarian armin ✯ rough armin ✯ armin x succubus ✯ giving armin a sloppy blowjob ✯ wanting armin to be rougher ✯ giving armin a blowjob ✯ armin with a virgin gf  ✯ teasing armin ✯  scratching armins back ✯  eren and armin taking your virginity  ✯ virgin armin

୨୧ connie

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୨୧ reiner

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୨୧ erwin

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୨୧ levi

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୨୧ porco

step brother porco ✯ porco having a crush on his best friends sister ✯ porco and big tummies ✯ motor biker porco

୨୧ colt

little panty-stealer colt

୨୧ bertholdt

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୨୧ zeke

training with zeke ✯ what happens after dinner?

୨୧ floch

dominating floch

୨୧ hange

hange in white lacy underwear  ✯ fluffy hange ✯ subby hange ✯ coworker hange ✯ fingerfucking with hange ✯ hange eating out their virgin baby ✯ top 3 aot pussy eaters ✯ pretty boys birthday ✯ face sitting with hange ✯ too needy ✯ hange with a happy trail ✯ writing poems with hange ✯ falling asleep with hange ✯ modern high school hange ✯ sub hange x dom reader ✯ hange ordering you to touch yourself ✯ coworker hange 2 

୨୧ pieck

pieck´s boobs ✯ having camgirl pieck as your roomate ✯ body-ody-ody pieck ✯ rich ceo pieck ✯ high pieck ✯ scissoring with pieck  ✯ mommy pieck

୨୧ ymir

needy ymir ✯ top 3 aot pussy eaters  ✯ historia x ymir x reader

୨୧ yelena

yelena with gun kink ✯ submissive yelena ✯ readers spicy story ✯ yelena fucking your face with her strap

୨୧ hitch

bestfriend hitch

୨୧ annie

annie´s doll ✯ threesome with mikasa and annie ✯ mikasa and annie corrupting you

୨୧ mikasa

mikasa eating you out over your underwear ✯ yandere roommate mikasa ✯ threesome with mikasa and annie ✯ subby mikasa ✯ breeding kink with mikasa (male!reader) eren and mikasa as parents  mikasa and annie corrupting you ✯

mikasa teasing you ✯  mikasa x erens ex  ✯ mikasa nsfw alphabet  ✯ threesome with eren and mikasa

[crazychaoticizzy]

an event by honeymoon @cinnamon-girl-writes & izzy @crazychaoticizzy

pre-game!

invitations were sent out on 7/7 to select authors that we enjoy the writing of & mutuals who we wanted to be part of our event! if you received an ask with an invitation, respond to the ask or message us to confirm your spot and reserve the character you'd like to write from the following list. !!one author per character!! and it will be first come first serve! include at least two backup characters in your reservation in case of repeats. please view the specific rules for this segment down below :)

overtime!

starting july 9, anyone can join and write for our event! please send us an ask to let us know what you're writing, who for, and the details so we can add it to the masterlist. please view the 'overtime rules' section below for details :)

locker room!

starting july 17, izzy @crazychaoticizzy and honeymoon @cinnamon-girl-writes will be accepting requests for this event! please send us an ask with the character, sport, and any details you'd like.

**note: izzy prefers to write for armin and erwin. honeymoon prefers to write for reiner, bertholdt, and jean

cause you know i love the PLAYERS! - masterlist

*red text indicates that the character slot has been taken. the author will be tagged beside their selected character.

baseball player!eren @arlerts-angel

figure skater!armin @chaotic-on-main

lacrosse player!jean

soccer player!connie @kingkonoha

rugby player!reiner @verxca

swimmer!bertholdt @tender-hearteddd

f1 driver!porco @saturnzheart

tennis player!floch

hockey player!colt

football player!onyankopon

coach!erwin @erwinsmithsmissingleftarm

coach!levi @lacyohlacyyy

coach!zeke

pre-game! RULES/GUIDELINES

+ one author per character (listed above). first come first serve, so please let us know your backup characters in case the person you'd like is reserved. deadline for sign ups is july 14

+ in this event, we're specifically looking for pieces of writing, not just headcanons/bullet points. please keep your pieces over 700 words (no maximum)

+ aot characters only, no oc's

+ this is an x reader event. gn! or fem! reader welcome, but please no male reader

+ nsfw writing allowed; please tag it properly

+ absolutely no dark content, including but not limited to: yandere, p3dophilia, r4pe/inc3st

+ of course, you should post your writing on your own personal masterlist as well and promote this event!!

overtime! RULES/GUIDELINES

+ aot characters only

+ this is primarily an x reader event, but ship content is permitted (no problematic ships, i.e. age gaps like eren/levi or you will be blocked)

+ no restrictions for what character/sport you write for

+ headcanons, moodboards, fanart, and any other mediums allowed and encouraged!

+ nsfw writing allowed; please tag it properly

+ absolutely no dark content, including but not limited to: yandere, p3dophilia, r4pe/inc3st

locker room! RULES/GUIDELINES (requests)

+ only x fem! reader or gn! reader, no oc's or ships please

+ please be specific with what you want including the character and the sport; if not, we'll take creative liberty

+ absolutely no dark content, including but not limited to: yandere, p3dophilia, r4pe/inc3st

+ hard deadline for this event on august 17 (8/17/24) but you can send your requests to our personal accounts if we're accepting atm

+ understand that we are also human and this is just a hobby w/ real lives outside of fandom! pls be kind :)

we are so excited for this event!! if you have questions or concerns, please message izzy @crazychaoticizzy🤍

[strawberrybuni]

RULES & REQUEST INFO

Welcome to my blog! I hope you enjoy you're time here! Here's a few things to keep in mind, as well as info on requests :)

RULES

↠ this blog is 18+ so please DNI if you're a minor. but, at the end of the day I can't control who interacts with my blog and I'm far too busy to check everyone for their ages. besides, people can lie, so all I ask is that you respect my boundaries and understand that as an adult it makes me very uncomfortable to interact with underage people. so please, respect that ↠ I have a zero tolerance policy for discrimination of ANY kind, as well as if you don't support the rights and safety of people ↠ I don't tolerate overly opinionated behavior. I'm all for debating and discussing differing opinions, BUT if you're trying to force your opinion on me or try to argue with me, I'll just ignore. It's not that hard to respect the opinions of others ↠ any and all negative energy or nasty attitudes will be ignored/ blocked. this blog is a safe space and I will not taint it with shitty behavior. I'm too nonchalant anyway soo hurting my feelings won't happen if that's your goal lol ↠ plagiarism/reposting will NOT be tolerated, I will throw you into the sun. if you're interested in translating, just send an ask/dm and we can discuss it! ↠ this blog is not spoiler free due to things I may reblog, but i will do my best to put spoiler warnings for my own posts ↠ I do have a lot of obligations outside of this blog, as well as I get overwhelmed sometimes, but I'll respond to things as timely as I can! patience is appreciated :)

REQUEST INFO

who i write for: ↠ jujutsu kaisen (no naoya or mei mei) ↠ attack on titan (no floch or zeke) ↠my hero acadamia (no endeavor) ↠ chainsaw man (no makima or himeno) ↠ genshin impact ↠ honkai star rail ↠ there's a few others that i'd be down to write, so just ask! for smaus: ↠ if there are specific characters who aren't in my main lineups, make sure to specify pls! ↠ my max of characters per prompt is 12 ↠ you can also request for specific character random bf/gf texts, or if you'd like to see certain prompts for a particular character who wasn't included when I originally did them!(unless the reason they weren't included was bc they wouldn't fit the prompt) writing pieces: ↠ for stuff that is multi character, the max i'll do is 6! ↠ I'm not the best at smut, I'll be so real, but I will do my best! ↠ nothin major to say other than these take a bit longer to get too, but I promise they'll get gotten too! I won't write: ↠ no minor characters, and absolutely NO aging characters up ↠ nothing that's too out of character ↠ I only write for either a fem!reader or an afab gn!reader ↠ I only do character x reader ↠ no topics where the character or reader is cheating, it gives me a major ick and it's just not fun for me to write ↠ for yandere/dark concepts, nothing too outrageously dark or anything that could be deemed problematic ↠ for smut I won't write: non-con, scat, piss, vomit, incest, gore, ageplay, heavy degradation

PSA!! I am by no means a pro at writing, I just have a lot of ideas swirling in my overactive imagination that I enjoy writing about, as well as I just deeply enjoy creating. If you do not enjoy my writing or how I write a character, that's okay!! just move on, I literally do not care if someone doesn't enjoy how I do things, since this is MY blog. any and all hate will just be ignored :3

[natsukitakama]

What kind of Yandere Floch is ?

Could I please get Yandere Floch since I’m really curious what type of yandere would he be but with a fem s/o who isn’t member of yeagarits and she’s with Hange and others instead, wanted to stop Eren. She’s also afraid of Floch since she can sense something odd about him

Hey I’m that anon who request yandere Floch with a reader who isn’t a yeagarist, well just so you know they’re not dating but perhaps they are friends and the reader is type of person who’s not ready to be in relationship even if she has a crush and Floch is aware of that. you could reply this ask at the same day when you post this request

Hey it’s me again, the same anon who request yandere Floch, there’s something I want to add more is that the reader figure it out that eren was using and manipulate Floch and the reader was telling Floch that he’s being used so really curious what would he tell her. Once again reply this ask until this request is posted which I know you’ll take long but I’m fine with it since I’m patience

Author note : Hi there, first of all thank you for being so patient with me ! I hope you’ll enjoy your request. It’s like a HS of my what kind of Yandere are they with two part : part 1 and part 2, the only difference is this headcanon got context

Before we started, let me reminds you those relationships are TOXIC please be careful. No one should treat you the way they did in this headcanon, you’re precious and deserve someone who’ll be able to take care of you properly.

Warning : violence / Mention of stress / Toxic relationship and behavior / slight nsfw / mention of violence / Spoiler from season 4/manga if you didn't catch up with the manga you might be spoil so be careful

-->if you don’t feel confortable wit those kinds of things don’t read, I want you to feel good on my blog this is a happy place.

Masterlist

We’re going to start with the basic, during a long time you guys got a hate/love relationship

None of you knew if you hate each other or if you were too into each other, like you were always teasing each other, always trying to get on the other’s nerve.

It was kinda cute until it became an obsession for Floch.

He didn’t notice it though. Not at first, he thought that he was genuinely crushing on you. I mean you were pretty hot, you got a big mouth not afraid to tell whatever you had in mind, you were even bold enough to argue with Floch with that damn smirk of yours.

Before he could acknowledge it he was already in his kneel for you (not literally not now though).

But to you, you were just friends. With your life and what was going own outside of the wall you knew it wasn’t the right time to get in a relationship, so even though you were in love with Floch you decided that it wasn’t appropriate to start dating.

But Floch disagreed with you. It was already too late, he was into you. He wanted to be by your side, he was craving for your attention whether it would be by arguing with him, fighting (not in a bad way you know just teasing each other) or even romantic attention.

He wanted to get everything that you might give him.

And he was ready to do everything in order to get what he was craving for.

At first you didn’t mind it, you didn’t even notice how bad the situation was. I mean, you were in love with him and as you got to know him you realized that he went through a lot of things. You were aware that the Shinganshima’s event left a huge mark on his soul and now he was dealing with a trauma that might stay forever.

It pained you to see him sometimes struggling with his dream because he was always dreaming about the death of his friends, the way he almost dies and for nothing. Yeah they got Shinganshima back but now they needed to be strong in order to fight the whole word outside the wall.

He needed to be strong so he wouldn’t live this again, he needed to be strong so no one would be able to touch you. He knew at this point he became addict to you and you were the only who can maintain a sort of serenity around him.

So yeah when it came to Floch you weren’t exactly unbiased, you cared a lot about him, so you couldn’t manage to just straight up and tell him to let go.

And he knows it oh boy he knows and he is not afraid to use it against you.

Especially when it was time to choose your side, would you be a yeagerist or would you stay with Hange ?

He expects you to make the right choice ( aka follows him in case you were wonderin)

But it was more complicated than that, of course you were afraid. Since you’ve realized that your nightmare started because some people outside of the wall (who used to be your boundaries) decided that you were monster who needed to be killed because some of your ancestor made war against them. You weren’t a fool, you were aware that talking won’t be enough, it’s been decades since the outside hated you, but you weren’t ready to use such a powerful and dangerous power (aka the rumbling) against people without being a hundred percent sure there weren’t a way out.

So for now you decided to follow Hange much to Floch’s dismay

Not gonna lie he was ready, I mean he knew everything about you so of course he kinda expected you to not follow him easily (where’s the fun then ?)

Even if he expected you to confront him and not follow him already, he couldn’t help but feel disappointed. I mean why you wouldn’t follow him while all he was doing was fighting for a better word for both of you ? Why wouldn’t you agree with him when he was protecting his people ? Why would you disagree when he was obviously right

So yeah he felt bitterness against you, especially because since you’ve decided to join Hange’s side all you were doing was to confront him about his relationship with Eren. « He is obviously manipulating you ? » « Why are you following him ? I thought he was an ass ? » « We didn’t even try to talk to them how could you be so sure there is no other way ? »

Quickly you came to realize that you couldn’t change his mind which pains you, even though you weren’t ready to be in a relationship for now, you couldn’t help the feeling of emptiness each time you were thinking about him.

Yeah you were missing him, you missed the way you two used to tease each other, you missed his cocky smile each time he was showing off to own some of your precious praise.

But sometimes you swore this man was scaring you, the way his eyes was always on you no matter what (he could have been talking to some of his companion his eyes would remain on you)

Sometimes, you swore that he was following you even though you didn’t have any proof that he was doing it, you just felt it. He was here no matter where you were he was here looking at you from your usual spot to your training spot, you were even starting to think that he was here when you were showering or when you were sleeping.

This sensation was driving you crazy, everyone started to believe that you were a little bit paranoid (yes the man was always looking at you but he told you he was in love so it’s normal right ?)

The feeling became stronger after one of your last confrontation because his behavior (and himself) change brutally :

When you decided to follow Henge-San no matter what, you knew that it would affect your relationship with everyone especially the one you got with Floch. After all he decided to become a yeagarist and to betray everyone in order insure paradis’ safety. In his mind everything made sense, his trauma, all the things he had to go through was because of them, because some people behind the wall decided that paradis was the real danger and needed to be annihilated. What he couldn’t understand was why you hadn’t join him yet ? His goal was noble, he was doing everything to provide you safety. Why were you against him ? Why would you meddle into his plan ? At first, he thought you were playing hard just to amuse him, because you used to love teasing him and while he was enjoying a little opposition coming from you, now that he was about to betray everyone including his superior by changing them into titans he needed to have you by his side. He couldn’t wait anymore, the plan already begun so he needed to convince you to follow him.

That’s why you were here now, in jail behind the bar while Floch was looking at you a frown on his face. No, it was more than that, it was the face you made when you were about to scold your child from acting like a brat. He looked disappointed and quite angry, though you got some ideas why he might be angry you couldn’t however understand why he was so disappointed. After all, you told him that his plan was insane so why was he acting like this ? To be honest you should be the one being angry, he got the nerve to send some rookie from the survey corps find you to arrest you so they could bring you to your jail. You’ve been here since your last argument with Floch and it was like a week ago.

« You know I always knew you were a bad looser but I didn’t expect you to bring me into jail for not being cooperative. Don’t you think it’s a little bit excessive ? Like a LOT »

« Always sassy right Y/N »

« It’s not sassiness at this point it’s just being rational »

« Rational ? You are talking about being rational while being the one who claimed that my plan was full of shit ? »

« I didn’t really say that I just underlined the fact that we still got some cards to play before sending whatever Eren want to send »

« The rambling »

« Yeah whatever that’s not the point »

« It’s definitely the point »

« Absolutely not there is plenty of things to do before even consider sending them titans to kill a whole population »

« A WHOLE POPULATION ? Did you hear yourself y/n ? THEY kill us, THEY were the reason we don’t have a home anymore THEY are the reason so many people died and for what uh ? »

« Not because their government want us dead does it mean the people want our death most of them are probably innocent. There are other way Floch »

« There is no other way y/n the world has to be fix »

« Fix ? Now you are scarring me Floch »

« It doesn’t matter what you think y/n »

« May I ask you why ? »

« Because you’re not leaving this jail »

« I beg your pardon ? »

« Look, here you’re safe from both them and the yeagarist »

« I’m not afraid I’ll kick their ass »

« I won’t take the risk of losing you, so you’re going to stay here all you cute for me yeah ? I Wont be too long I need to work on a little problem then I would be back and you could yell at me as much as you want ok ? I’ll be back »

« No no no Floch look come back OI come back ! I’m not going to stay here you now I’ll find a way out »

« No you won’t nobodies know you’re here I told the yeagarist that you were dead. They won’t look for you, your friends believe you’re dead too. I’m the only person who knows where you are. But it’s okay, it was always about us right ? »

With that he just left your jail, without even a look, all he could was your scream but he didn’t care. The jail was hiding under the military court no one would even think about looking for you here. Besides the wall was thick enough so no one would hear you screaming, for now he decided that you will remain here until he was done saving paradis. But of course, he promised himself to take great care of you so don’t worry.

After this « incident » (aka his way to save you from the trouble outside according to him), his behavior change toward you. You noticed it, he became possessive and rather paranoid when it came to you.

So you might ask what kind of Yandere he is ?

Possessive : I mean he was already possessive before he became the Yandere that he now is, he just lost so many people that now he was afraid that you would be next. So yeah he always makes sure to have his hand on some part to your body mostly your hips or even better holding your hand, since you were attracted to him you let him do his things. But as he falls gradually into darkness, his touch which used to be light touch became more rough. Floch wasn’t holding you anymore he was grabbing you, as if to demonstrate to everyone that he owns you. It wasn’t a mark of affection, but a way for him to illustrate your affiliation to him (as if you were wearing a leash). Speaking of leash, he started to think about it when he notices way too many people was looking at you as if they didn’t understand that you belong to him. And when you two started to be intimate, he was more than ready to mark each inch of your body whether from his teeth, mouth or even from the way he is grabbing at your thigh. It quickly became a habit of him to ask who you belong to especially each time he was giving a rather hard slap from his hips or his hands (because if you think he wouldn’t spank you for being naughty or a brat you’re wrong he loves that) and even though at first you didn’t like the idea of moaning your belonging you quickly discover that it was better for you to just do as he said.

Paranoid : It might because of his trauma from the mission in Shinganshima or because he was more aware about the fact that everyone outside the wall want to erase paradis from the world but he was afraid to loose you. I mean since he joined the survey corps all he has do was losing someone, he lost Erwin, he lost his friends, he lost a part of his mind, he almost lost his life. There is no way he was about to lose you. So yeah as you may notice before, he started by locking you from the world in a jail under the military court after claiming to everyone who wanted to hear it that you were dead. One night he woke up after dreaming that one of the yeagarist would discover you in jail after bringing another prisoner, what if they unlock you ? So after multiple days in jail, without any light, he decided that he couldn’t let you here it was too dangerous, although he claimed to you that he did because he noticed your unhealthy body cause of the lack of light. But since he wasn’t sure if he could trust you enough, he took some handcuff with him so he could link you and him, which made him laugh cause it was as if he put a ring on you. That day he locked you into a house secluded from the world, meaning that you couldn’t reach any city without a horse, it was safe for him and for you and here he was sure no one would ever notice you.

Threatening : Of course, you wouldn’t let him do as he pleased, so some times you tried to kick his ass to steal his horse, or to climb into a tree to help you finding the closest city. You even tried to make him believe you kill yourself so he went completely crazy, screaming, crying so you could knock him you. Unfortunately it never works, and after your failed attempt to leave him he started to threaten you. At first he uses light poison, like he gave you a poison that he mixed on your meal or your drink without you noticing so you were ill during the whole day and you needed to wait like a good s/o that your lovely husband as he calls himself, so he could give you the medicine. Sometimes he even let you believe that he might give you something that will change you into titan like : Do you remember all your officer ? Yeah ? They all drink that famous spinal liquid that change everyone into titan, what if you drank it by accident mh ? Maybe when he gave you food he already mixes your drink with that poison ? Whether it was true or not no one will know, but it works you never attempt to leave him after that.

Violent : I hate to say it, but at some point when dark would entirely cover his mind, he would start being violent against you. Though he would never be something that could kill you, he wanted you to remember that you were living a peaceful live because of him, you were safe because of him. To him you got no reason of being such a brat to him, not when he was giving you everything you wanted. He took care of you, you had no right to be mad at him. So yeah sometimes he had to break your ankle, or maybe your leg so you won’t escape. Sometimes he would strangle you slightly just enough to knock you out. It barely happens because to act like this he needed to be really really angry, like loosing every common sense you know ? So it barely happens but it happens. Your body still have so marks as proof that you shouldn’t get on Floch’s nerve. Despite his physical violence, he tends to be quite violent with his word too so it wouldn’t be a surprise that you’ll break. The emotional amusement in addition with the physical violence would be enough to break anyone so you shouldn’t be ashamed. After all maybe he has been looking for this since the beginning ? Who knows ?

[father-time-and-baby-new-year]

happy 200! i’m so glad to see your blog grow, it’s one of my favorites and i adore all your writing. i’ve never cried so much and i love the kind of unsettling feeling you write in your fics, it’s perfect in the category of yandere and dark content. in particular, i loved your drabble about shigaraki mourning over a dead reader and i’ve reread that one too many times to count haha! as for asks for headcannons and drabbles, it would be amazing to see that with bully!eren especially since he was such an awful person to the reader. i’d love to see him suffer honestly, but if you don’t want to write it, that’s completely fine! once again, i’m so proud of you for hitting 200! that’s such a huge milestone and hopefully, there will be many more in the future! :)

SYNOPSIS: bully!Eren has to navigate the world without you.

Pairing: Bully!Eren x Fem!Reader

A/N: I can't even explain in words how much I CHEESED at this message like my grin was ear to ear. can't explain how many times I read this. It singlehandedly made my day anon, and to repay you for my happiness....here is some angst. this is a slightly different route than the shiggy one but I hope it still suits you <3

TW: mentions of death, past dubcon/noncon, mentions of trauma, bullying, alcohol addiction, drunk driving, abusive behavior, revenge porn, nonconsensual photography/videography, mentions of infidelity, angst, so much of angst, violent behavior

WC: 2.5k

It's not like Eren had been doing a lot of soul-searching. He's not delusional enough to label his half-assed epiphany of "maybe I'm a shitty person" as soul searching.

It's just the conversation with his very sick mother burned holes through the back of his mind. Carla had asked about you and why you don't come by the house anymore. How she missed baking with you in the kitchen, and how you sweetly smiled whenever you would see soft creamy peaks form in the meringue.

Eren felt like he was swallowing needles as he assured his mother with false truths, that nothing was going on and distance between childhood friends is natural, and if it means so much--ok ok he'll bring you over.

He stays until he sees her chest slowly rising and falling into a gentle asleep. He touches the tip of his ears, unsurprised by how hot it was.

Eren, when you tell a lie, the tips of your ears turn red.

You're not at school the next day. Or the day after that. Or the day after that.

Guilt is not an emotion he feels often but the events of the past weekend replay in his mind. It was just a dumb party that Floch threw, and he was surprised to find you cornered by a trio of thee dunderheads. Like a distorted fairytale, he swept you away from the bad guys like a knight in shining armor, to only shove you in an empty room and demand compensation for playing hero.

Fuck, with that big mouth, you would think that you'd know how to suck cock.

Use your tongue stupid slut. If you use teeth, I'll shove this dick in your ass without any prep.

No, I don't care, you're taking all of it.

There's a video on his camera roll. How could he not record it? You're sobbing, mascara running down your cheeks, looking so beautiful and ruined with jizz smeared at the corner of your mouth. He was brutally fucking your mouth, making you take all of his length.

Breathe through your nose dumb whore. Or else you're gonna run out of air.

You were pleading with whatever garbled sounds you were constricted into producing.

Breathe through your fucking nose. This is for your sake. Otherwise, I don't mind face fucking your lifeless body. You'd be more useful that way anyways.

Eren is conflicted with muting the video because he can't stand to hear himself like that. But he didn't want to miss out on your pitiful whines.

He remembers the distraught expression on your face when he was finally done with you. He tucked himself inside, and sneered, "I've got a girl coming here. Get lost." You looked so fucking distraught. Why? All he did was make you suck his dick. He didn't even fuck you.

He should have. Eren thinks grimly when he stares at your empty desk on the first day you didn't show up to school. He's gotten off to the video more than enough times than he can count over the weekend, and he was aching to see your pretty face twisted into a terrorized expression when he flipped up your skirt to grope your ass.

Kindly, Eren decides he'd allow you to have a rest day. But the second day, Eren pays a visit to your house finding it dark and locked, like no one was home and hadn't been there for a while.

On the third day, you're declared missing.

Your incompetent workaholic mother who finally came home and decided to give a damn reported you missing to the authorities who had scratched their heads because as far as they knew, the pivotal 72 hours were up.

Paradis was surrounded by forests. No one wanted to say it, but they were all thinking it. If you got lost in there, chances are you wouldn't make it out.

Eren wasn't always this admired and fawned over. He had his fair share of behavioral issues that frightened people (not you though, not then at least, not when you were children, and you still came back every day to play).

But when he channeled that anger into sports, there was somewhat of a star in the making, especially for some small-town boy. He was becoming extremely popular, and that's nice and all, but at the end of the day, he has a mother whose health was taking a sharp decline. He was constantly under stress, stress that he took out on you.

Where did his favorite stress-ball go?

It's all fucking surreal. Having detectives in the school. Not that there were many students to question (because christ, did you even have any friends after Eren turned everyone against you?).

Eren was questioned. He can't help but mirthfully chuckle. Maybe this was your grand plan, maybe you were able to finally sort out a mountain of evidence against him. If you were going to fuck him over, didn't you want to see it happen with your own two eyes?

The dark-haired boy wishes that was true. If you had gotten your revenge, would you be here? No, revenge isn't the right word. If you got any justice for what he made you suffer, would you come back?

Hi, I'm Detective Hange. I would like to ask you some questions today. You're Eren Yeager, right?

Yes, that's me.

How do you know ___?

We were childhood friends. We're uh, we're not as close anymore.

When was the last time you saw her?

Friday night at Floch's party-

-Floch Forster right? There were a number of kids there from your school.

Yeah. It was a big party. She uh, doesn't usually come to parties but she was there that night.

You were the last person to be seen with her. Other kids have said that they saw you and her entering a room together, and then only her leaving the said room.

[Sigh] Yeah we sorta...hooked up.

I thought you said you guys weren't close anymore.

You can be not close to someone and still hook up with them.

But you guys were close once right?

Yeah. Once.

The dark-haired boy asks if he was under any suspicion. The detective waves their hand in a dismissive gesture, “If her diary tells us anything, it’s only that she really liked you.”

Were detectives even allowed to divulge that sort of information? Eren doesn’t know but the stray detail that they offered off-handedly made him feel like he was swallowing needles.

At that point, Eren honestly still doesn't believe you're gone. You had a habit of running away, even when you were little kids, but you always came back.

Still, he participates in the search parties with a renewed vigor, even going alone in the forest with a flashlight on most nights.

And he's just so fucking tired. The darkest crevice of his mind almost wishes you were dead because this ignorance was just agony. Almost. Because he still clings to the feeling that one day, he’ll stroll into class and find you in your seat in the back of the class, looking out the window like some cliche shojo manga protagonist.

There are folders and folders on his phone. Albums. The most recent one is dedicated to your crying face as you were choking on his dick. Earlier albums are composed of creepshots of your panties, of that obscene o-face, of your skirt flipped up and your ass cheeks, pictures of your cleavage, videos of you thrashing as he dunked your head into toilets like a villainous middle school bully.

Pictures of your neck covered in hickeys, your naked breasts, ass cheeks striped with red after getting spanked, your leaking cunt, just endless and endless media dedicated to pieces and pieces of your body like you were never a whole person.

The earliest ones though tell a different tale, from off-guards to your drooling face as you napped in the middle of the day.

He has a favorite picture. Your eyes are watery from the cold, snowflakes stuck between lashes, nose and cheeks flushed red, and you're smiling. Smiling right to the camera. Right at him.

"Eren, are you taking a picture?" You asked, bouncing in place, giddy that it was finally snowing.

"Not of you, shut up. Get out of the way." His voice is gruff but not harsh.

You laughed and jumped into frame anyway, and the bright streetlamp behind you made you seem like you were wearing a halo.

He wishes he had more pictures of you being...yourself. Because now your crying face displayed over countless pixels haunt him. But like a fucking degenerate, he still jerks off to all the nudes he coerced from you. Sometimes he cries when he's jerking off which is probably the most pathetic thing he's ever done. This is what you've reduced him to.

He hates the sound of his own voice.

Breathe through your fucking nose. This is for your sake. Otherwise, I don't mind face fucking your lifeless body. You'd be more useful that way anyways.

Eren goes through the motions of life without really feeling like he's in the moment. Seasons change and time flies. His mother dies, and his withdrawn father dies a year later. He proposes to Mikasa because it's something he was always supposed to do. She loves him unconditionally, so even when he doesn't put any effort into the relationship but proposes, she says yes hoping he'll change and be a good husband.

He doesn't go to his parents' funerals because they're already dead. What's the point. He doesn't visit the candlelight vigils in your honor either. After tearing his ACL again and a somewhat traumatic injury, he kisses his pro-football career goodbye. To be totally honest, he's relieved. Because he had gotten quite bored, and maybe he was looking for excuses to quit the entire time. It's not like you'd be cheering on the bleachers anyways.

Mikasa has an affair, more out of a desire to see her fiancé feel something for her as opposed to any burning lust. But when she asks him if he's ever cared at all, with tears springing out of her eyes, he's just calmly drinking his fifth of whisky.

The dark-haired man doesn't even look up, "Let's break up."

"Is this about her, huh? Fucking get over it already Eren. She's GONE. And you have some big fucking audacity moping about her death like you weren't making her cry in the bathroom stalls every fucking day you piece of shit."

"Get out."

"You know what, I bet she killed herse-"

SMASH

The dark-haired woman doesn't finish her rant because the whiskey bottle smashes on the wall next to her head, sending glass everywhere and staining the carpet amber. She's unharmed, knowing it wasn't Eren's intention to hit her but Jesus Christ, what a monster.

She packs her bags and leaves the town like she should have a long time ago. All her friends had left years before and she stayed behind because that's where Eren was. She thanks her lucky stars that they didn't marry.

It's funny because he had always imagined himself being the first to move out of their small town, but he's the one staying. He can't leave this place. feels too tethered to ever leave. Every diner and liquor store is saturated with memories of you. He remembers buying cigarettes and exhaling the smoke to your face to piss you off in empty parking lots.

Maybe he stays in case you'll come back.

Eren's days consist of alcohol-fueled hazes. He doesn't know how his liver is still functioning. He doesn't know he's still alive after crashing his car into a tree when he was drunk out of his mind. He was on his way to get some more vodka.

He barely recognizes himself in the mirror anymore, not that he looks at himself much. His hair is long, nestled around his shoulder because he couldn't be bothered to cut it, dark circles under viridian eyes, and a perpetual stubble on his jaw.

His parents had left quite a sizable inheritance so there's no need to work but he's good with his hands. Likes crafting up birdhouses and cabinets, and occasionally does odd jobs around the neighborhood, never charging the elderly.

He's under the sink, tinkering with a wrench against the pipes when he hears the old lady coo at him.

"We're so lucky to have you Eren. I'm surprised a handsome young man like yourself doesn't have a special lady. The girls must be lining up at your door!"

The dark-haired man winces, and offers no comment, knowing that that the older lady was susceptible to long tangents.

"You know, we're getting a new neighbor." Eren grunts as a response. "They're young, I've heard. Isn't that exciting? Oh my, Eren! I think they're gonna be living in the house right next to yours..."

He tunes out the rest of the conversation because doesn't really care. He just hopes his new neighbors are quiet.

It's Sunday noon when obnoxious noises of moving trucks and people wake him up from his deep slumber. Eren's annoyed to wake up despite the fact he's probably been sleeping over 15 hours. He oscillates between getting too much sleep and getting none, his sleeping habits completely dependent on his dreams.

His nightmares are too visceral, visions of your corpse asking him if he'd enjoyed hollowing your soul with his teeth.

His dreams are achingly sweet. You in your prom gown, shining so iridescently like diamonds were sewn into the silk. He's dancing with you, holding you close, and then after you guys go to your favorite diner and gorge on burgers and milkshakes.

There's a peal of distinctly feminine laughter that stirs up Eren's senses. He's so pathetic, was the mere sound of a woman laughing getting him excited?

He sighs. He thinks of the whore he's frequently visited because of her resemblance to you. Hair color, skin color, face shape--with enough alcohol, he could really convince the person beneath him, was you. Maybe it's time to give her a call, but she's gotten so fucking needy and he hated how her voice didn't match yours.

The green-eyed man peers from the lace curtains, irritated by the brats playing on his lawn. A full family next door? Great, just what he needs.

The friendly knock on his door breaks him out of his daze. He contemplates whether he should answer but on the second more muted knock, he lets his feet guide him.

He turns the knob.

And Eren Yeager completely shatters.

Because it's you isn't it? You're the person standing in front of him? He can hear what you're saying but he doesn't really register it, soaking in the cadence of a voice he had long forgotten because all he had were pleading whimpers and frenzied moans stored on his cell.

He's shaking. Is he dreaming? He's dreaming, right? He knows it's you. You're older, far more beautiful than he's ever seen you. You have a different hairstyle, wearing clothes he would have mocked you for, and there's this joyfulness within you that makes you glow.

There's a mess of emotions electrifying in the pits of his stomach from euphoria, anger, and dread. He could feel his skin growing clammy like he was about to vomit at any second.

"Hey, are you all right?"

Doe eyes full of concern peer up at him. He voices out the syllables of your name like a desperate prayer.

You tilt your head to the side, "How do you know my name?"

[iiraven]

Odyssey

Pairing: Poseidon!Armin x Reader

Genre: romance, smut

Warnings: slow-burn, minor character death, manipulation, stalking, possessiveness, Yandere behaviour, puppy play, piss play, body worship, throne sex, implied age-gap, oral(male receiving), hair pulling, collaring (without consent)

Word count: 9.8K

Synopsis: Armin’s quest for revenge leads him to you, daughter of a merchant and object of his infatuation.

Author’s note: thank you @bubbleteaimagines​ for hosting this collab and allowing me to join <3 Also, thank you @onyxoverride​ for teaching me how to write about pee!

Attack on Titan Masterlist

Present day:

If the river could speak, you wonder what it would say.

In the silence that surrounds the rushing of the water, you’re sure you would hear it. Sometimes, you’re sure you can hear it, but then you remember the dangers of trusting unfamiliar voices. Especially unfamiliar voices in a place like this.

No one goes near the river Shiganshina. And you forget the reasons why much too often.

It’s rocky, slippery, there’s no path to walk on, and the nymphs grow sharp teeth when men approach them, hissing and eyes glowing red. But that’s what makes it perfect for you.

Sasha first mentioned the river months ago, recalling the places on the island that her and her father avoided whenever they went hunting. You hadn’t paid much attention to it until days later, when Connie recounted with round eyes how Floch’s body was found beside the river Shiganshina, mouth full of water and eyes gouged out. You knew you needed to go there yourself.

A pearl necklace is what you stole. And under the guise of going to wash clothes at the well, you made your way south of your small island with only Sasha’s vague instructions and your intuition guiding you.

You could hear the ocean as you walked through the untouched woods, your heart hammering in your chest every time the waves crashed against the island’s cliffs. You weren’t allowed to see the ocean- you weren’t allowed to be around any large body of water, for that matter- but you still knew your island well enough to know that a step in the wrong place could lead you tumbling down the cliff.

You would die before you got to feel the water on your skin and that, you thought, would be the most tragic part.

As your feet began to sink into the muddy ground, you could smell the salty water, and a slight metallic scent behind it that only drew you in closer until you reached a clearing. It was small, crowded with foliage with only a few dead plants on the ground where you could only assume people had attempted to step foot.

And there was the river. It was small, its water emerging from underground before the tide pushed it to the edge of the island- to a waterfall. So loud that it could drown out any noise, any screams. You shivered. For a moment, you just stood back and watched. The water was was green, but so clear that you could still see the fish swimming beside the floating objects. Coins, silver, small statues, and whatever else hopefuls had tried to offer. You pulled out your own offering and whispered a short prayer before throwing the necklace in.

It could have been your imagination, but the water calmed. It was quieter. And, like that, you felt as if the river had opened up its arms to you. Strong arms that you have to be cautious not to spend too long within lest you get trapped.

Thankfully, you’ve learned to read the signs. You know when the river wants you to leave, when it wants you to keep your distance, when it wants to keep you close, and even when it wants you to bathe. Those are the special moments. It’s rare the river is calm enough for you to dip your naked body into, but surrounded by the cool water, you feel like you could stay their forever.

If the river could speak now, however, you’re sure it would tell you to fuck off.

Either that or it would tell you to come back when you have something more to offer its god than a single golden bead from your grandmother’s necklace. Only three are left on the thin string, though you think you might keep the last one to honour her death. After that, you’ll have to go back to offering coins and whatever other trinkets that will keep the god of this river sedated long enough for you to dip your feet into the cool water, maybe take a sip, and then return home before your father realises where you’ve been, much less where you’ve been unchaperoned.

The latter is hardly your fault. Sasha and Connie are too scared to step foot in the Shiganshina forest, let alone the river itself. And you can’t trust anyone else to accompany you, especially the servants whose tongue could slip at the drop of a golden coin. Your father would never forgive you for spending time in the territory of the God of the Ocean or- as he liked to call Armin- the destroyer of seas. And thus, being left alone seems to be the only way.

Well, that’s unless Mr Arlert decides to join you.

The owner of the stable who appeared on the island out of nowhere is the last person anyone would expect to be brave enough to spend time at the river Shiganshina. He mostly keeps to himself, only ever seen tending to his horses or immersed in scrolls of literature and poetry. And yet, he’s here almost as often as you are, almost as vulnerable as you are.

Despite his solitary nature, Mr Arlert has been quick to make himself adored. Mothers swoon over his charm, scholars constantly indulge in his curiosity, and sailors are fascinated by his knowledge of the world and its oceans. He’s no warrior, and already in his late twenties, but he’s still without a doubt one of the most eligible bachelors on Paradis. And, yet, to any marriage proposal sent his way, he declines with a polite “A husband is not what I am fated to become”. Even Annie Leonhardt- whose father Mr Arlert would constantly visit- had her heart broken. But no one blames Mr Arlert, of course, who was there to comfort Annie, to make her realise that she just needs to be a better person, that’s all. It’s not his fault her heart broke, Mr Arlert reassured.

Thinking about it now, you’re amongst the handful of women who haven’t been offered to the tall blond. And with that comes a sigh of relief as you drag your fingers through the water.

It’s not like you dislike him- the opposite, actually- but being with Mr Arlert is like taking the hand of an invisible man in the dark and letting him guide you.

His words constantly have your thoughts spiralling in directions that they shouldn’t be. Thoughts about leaving the island, thoughts about going to the ocean, thoughts about becoming a priestess. Thoughts you aren’t allowed to have.

You fate is bound to the home you were born in, a thick rope tied to your ankle, only letting you go as far as this very river. And Mr Arlert sits beside that rope, a knife in his hand, blue eyes staring into your soul, waiting. You’re not sure what he’s waiting for. But what you’re sure of is that to be taken away from the life you know of is an inconceivable fantasy. The unknown is a dangerous thing, after all.

The small island of Paradis may lie far away from the rest of the world, but their core values remain the same. A woman must grow up to either serve her father or her husband. Your fate has already been decided for you. And, frankly, if it means not having to share a bed with an old man who marries you for your dowry, you’re very happy with taking care of your father until the day that he’ll be put into the ground.

But then there’s always the third option. A woman who serves neither her father nor her husband will serve her god. 

You had never been given that option by your god-hating kin. Simply suggesting a future as priestess would earn you at least five lashes, so why… why can’t you stop thinking about it? Your instincts have you blame Mr Arlert, but you know that your fixation began before he arrived on the island; all he’s done is vocalise your thoughts.

As a gust of wind blows the leaves and the salt from the sea gently caresses your cheek, you wonder who your god would be. Do you resonate with Pieck’s beauty, or Zeke’s creativity? Maybe. But as you look into your reflection, you know that your god is no other than Armin, the god of the ocean. The fates must think this is hilarious, but you just want to scream.

“It’s getting late. I wouldn’t want your father worrying about you.”

You jump at the sudden voice, turning around at the familiar face, leaning against a tree with a gentle smile.

“Thank you, Mr Arlert.”

His footsteps are so gentle, as are his apologies.

“You don’t need to thank me. I’ve come to invade your space, after all.”

“It’s not my space, it’s Armin’s. The god is only letting me stay here.”

He smiles a knowing smile, one that you would usually find patronising on any other man. But Armin is charming, too charming for you ever to think that of him. “I suppose you’re right.”

He comes to sit down beside you, taking his usual place at your right- the voice of reason. It’s quiet for a moment, before you remember.

“Lemnos,” you say.

The blond smiles. “I’m not named after a place.”

And you roll your eyes, as you’ve done every time he’s given you a useless hint. “That hardly narrows it down.”

“Well, I can’t make it too easy of a game.”

“You can’t make it impossible either!”

“It seems like I already have.” And you’re not sure if you want to wipe the smirk off his face or just stare at it.

“What about Tree?”

Arlert laughs. “No, but you have one guess left.”

“What?!” You sit up straight, eyes wide. Now you really want to wipe the smirk off his face.

“You have seven guesses, and in the eleven months we’ve known each other, you’ve used up six.” His explanation is calm and rational enough for you to almost convince yourself that the rule has been there from the start.

“Wait- wait. I never knew about this!”

“I thought everyone did. It’s traditional wager rules.” Mr Arlert’s tone is sorry, but you know he’s everything but. So, you cross your arms and pout, hoping that staring him down might at least give you the smallest chance of winning your wager.

He leans forward, mirthful and you feel a shiver go down your spine. “What is it, little puppy, sulking because you’re afraid you can’t win?”

You flush at the implication of your loss- “No- no not at all- no”- before registering his actual words are and only then can you feel the heat rise and you’re sure it’s doing you no service. “I know I can win!”

“I know you can too,” he assures you.

You frown. “Are you being sarcastic?”

It’s his turn to flush. “No, not at all! You can win- the water god favours you, after all.”

And although you shrug, his words stick. They always do.

Before you go home, you pass by Armin’s temple and place at the foot of his statue the remainder of your grandmother’s necklace.

A year ago:

Amrin knew how fickle the gods were and he thought that this knowledge made him impervious to those feelings. He watched how Eren jumped from woman to woman daily, how Reiner picked and chose his battles without a care, how every single fixation a deity would have never lasted more than a year. He thought of how stupid it was to spend a life of immortality indulging in such temporary pleasures. And he looked down on his kin for that very reason.

It was only after one argument too many that Armin finally let it slip. The god of the sea was usually quiet, offering soft smiles, casual conversation, and minimal conflict. That was his only rule: keeps quiet before the gods of the pantheon as he takes his anger out on the humans below. But that day, he forgot about his rule.

Maybe it was the years of silence that caused the Eathshaker’s outburst, or maybe it was just Eren’s bored expression as he talked about his mistresses in front of Mikasa. Armin couldn’t take it. Gathered at a marble table beside all the Olympians, he scowled and told them how stupid they all were.

“Don’t you realise? You’re all wasting your immortality by being so idiotic, so fickle! Everything you touch becomes a temporary pleasure, ruined by your inability to act like real gods.”

He should have stopped; he really should have stopped. But the crack in the glass bridge had been there for years, and now the shards of glass were dropping down into the sea. “You might as well be human!”

The room went silent. Eyes went wide, and mouths gaped, but the gods opted for silence. Every deity wanted to speak up, maybe even draw their swords, but they were more intelligent than Armin was in that moment, which was more unusual than one might think. He had never snapped so violently before. Armin may have been aggressive, but he knew his place. Knew when to be docile. Now, he felt like he could crumble Olympus itself with his rage and bury the Olympians with their dead parents.

The king of the gods, however, leaned forward. His emerald eyes were unmoving, devoid of emotion though his lips tilted into a monstrous grin.

“You’re just as fickle as the rest of us, brother,” was all Eren said.

When Armin lunged at him, knocking the fine glass off the table, it was Mikasa who pinned him down. Arms locked behind his back, all Armin could do was watch as mirth flooded Eren’s face, and the god of the sky laughed. The bastard laughed and laughed and licked the small wound on his hand from a shard of glass. It healed immediately. Even their pain was temporary.

And like he had been doing for the past millennia, Armin found solice in his only rule: if he couldn’t take out his rage on his brother, Armin would take out his frustration elsewhere.

His first instinct was to find a woman, but the thought of seeking out temporary pleasure, from a mistress no less, reminded him too much of Eren. So, he descended to earth, trident in one hand as the other gripped the reigns of his horse and they rode for three days and three nights. That’s all it took for the god of the sea to find what he was looking for- someone deserving of his hatred.

There are many humans like the merchant. But most of their hatred is silent. And when it’s not, blasphemy often falls upon deaf ears. The merchant just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time when his drunk rambles led him up on the deck screaming out Armin’s name like it was venom in his throat, until he could scream no more. He was drunk, but the merchant’s hatred for the god of the sea did not cease when he was sober.

And when Armin heard his name, the god wasted no time calling forth a storm to sink the merchant’s ship. He took care to ensure that the arrogant man watched each and every one of his men be swallowed whole, their bodies only resurfacing lifeless, before the storm calmed.

It took five days for the merchant to swim back to his island.

He never returned to the sea.

As the weeks passed, he relocated his home to help him stay away from any body of water and made sure that his family followed suit.

But Armin followed, and the merchant’s father died weeks later with saltwater water found in his lungs.  

Unfortunately, that was not enough to sedate the god of the sea’s need for vengeance. Fortunately, it was not enough to sedate the merchant’s hatred either. The hubris didn’t leave him. Instead, it just grew and grew and grew until the merchant considered himself more of a god than Armin would ever be.

“Oh, oh.” Armin couldn’t help but smile as he watched the man urinate before his temple. “This is perfect, so perfect.”

Armin was going to show his uncaring brother how different he was from the rest of the miserable Olympians. As he stood above the island of Paradis, golden hair blowing in the ocean wind, the god vowed to begin his Odyssey. An eternal Odyssey. A journey that would last longer than the ten fleeting years he had with the Greek hero- a journey that would last longer than the universe itself.

And he knew exactly where to begin. A man’s most valuable possession: his child.

It was only after your grandfather’s death that Armin noticed you. When he first began watching the merchant’s household, under the guise of either a guest or a bird, he had been surprised to learn that the blasphemous man had no wife, nor children. Armin only realised his mistake one night, when you came to lay a blanket on the drunk man’s barely conscious body. The merchant had pulled you towards him, muttering apologies and you had wrinkled your nose before offering him a soft smile. “It’s okay, papa”.

A daughter sheltered from the world, it seemed.

The god had initially thought you were one of the servants. There were only two in the house, and your tasks were all similar. But as Armin began to watch you closer, he saw how you did have a life outside your home with friends, interests, men- a life your father was blissfully unaware of.

The merchant hardly left home- playing the part of the sick man- and you took care of him- playing the part of your dead mother- in a happy sort of agreement.

You didn’t speak about it to your friends, but you detested your doting role. Armin could tell. The way you wrinkled your nose every time your father walked through the door, the eye-roll when you were given a load of laundry. The god couldn’t help by laugh at how pathetic the merchant was that not even his only daughter- his lifeline- cared for him. The merchant didn’t know, of course. Your fake smiles and gentle hands were enough to deceive him, keep him sane. But Armin was going to break that pattern.

The merchant didn’t deserve the care of a woman. He didn’t deserve anything. So, Armin was going to take you away from him.

His initial plan was to kill you. Simple, efficient, quick. And then he thought of dumping your body somewhere far so that the search for you would break your father’s spirit even more. He hesitated, though, he wasn’t sure why, but he did. And then, you changed your routine.

After meeting up with the two individuals you called your friends at the Sunday market- instead of going back home- you carried on walking. Through the houses on the outskirts and into the dense trees, you almost stung your sandal-clad feet twice before reaching a river. The river had no god of itself, but you still threw in an offering and muttered. Stupid human. And then you sat beside the river and- nothing. Your routine was boring, obviously a ritual to let you escape from reality. Yet, he couldn’t tear away from you. The woman at the river Shiganshina was a different one than the woman who served her father. The one here relaxed her shoulders, cursed at the world around her, smiled- albeit randomly but it was real. He decided there that he would kill you tomorrow.

But when, the next day, you led him back to the river, Armin was lost in you again. Lost in your honestly, lost in your need to escape. He wanted to see more, he needed to see more. Metaphorically, of course. But when you began undressing, the pleated robes dropping to reveal soft skin and tender curves, the god of the sea realised that he wouldn’t mind literally seeing more of you. Armin had been with goddesses and nymphs and, hell, even Aphrodite herself, but never had he been this awestruck. He had to hold himself back. Even though the way you were bathing made it seem like you were worshipping him, water dripping from your body, wet hair hiding the swell of your breasts. Armin’s breath stuttered. He couldn’t reveal himself. He couldn’t.

So, he watched, and watched. Trying desperately to take in everything you were from a distance. Armin didn’t count the number of times he visited you before finally decided that killing you was no longer an option. He told himself that his change of mind was progressive. A practical choice to draw out his revenge into the most painful and convoluted Odyssey. To do that, he couldn’t kill you. No. He was going to take you for himself. Armin was going to turn the daughter of the merchant into a servant of the one God he detested.

Putting the thought into your mind was pathetically easy. As you walked past his temple on your way home, an echo of laughter emerged from the marble building. You paused for only a moment, but it was enough for Armin to catch the look in your eyes. It was one of longing, mixed with a curiosity that threatened to pull you in. But you seemed to catch yourself in the act and hastened yourself home.

And so, Armin’s true Odyssey began. 

For his journey to progress, he had to meet you. Not as a bird or a horse or through glances as a guest. He had to meet you properly. This was the only way to draw you in, he told himself. The only way for you to submit completely and willingly.

Armin could have forced you too your knees, but he had to ensure that your father watched has his daughter chose Armin over him. And chose Armin you would. Every piece was in perfect place. The fates seemed to have woven a beautiful cloth of gold for the god of the sea.

What he failed to realise was that the cloth was in fact a snare- a trap which he will never be able to escape from.

Eleven months ago:

A short gust of wind had the pears in your thin basket tumbling down onto the rocky ground. You rushed after the fruit, crouching down to pick it up when a shadow appeared, and a hand reached out to pick it up for you. The sandal-clad feet were pale- paler than anyone living on this warm island and the robes a fine, ironed white. He somehow seemed to glow brighter than his clothes, and you purposefully let your fingers graze his as you picked up the fruit.

“Thank you,” you said, standing up.

You were hoping that he wouldn’t catch your staring. But even if he did, you couldn’t tear your eyes off him. He was lean, taller than you but not intimidatingly so and his eyes were like oceans that you found yourself staring into as he introduced himself as Mr Arlert. Just Mr Arlert. The new owner of the stables with a voice so soft, it took a moment before you remembered to introduce yourself.

“Y/N. And thank you, again.” It isn’t appropriate for an unmarried woman to be talking to a man on her own, but you couldn’t help but ask. “Do you have a first name Mr Arlert?”

His smile was contagious. “I do. But names are a powerful thing. I’m afraid I can’t give mine up freely.”

“Oh.” You scrunched your nose. “Can I pay for it then?”

You were dead serious, but the blond man laughed. How can someone look so pretty when they laugh? You wondered.

“I’m serious! I can pay you; name your price.”

Mr Arlert looked down at you, blue eyes twinkling. “I’ll think about it.”

“So, is that a no?”

“It’s a no, for now. One day I’ll tell you my name.”

He was sweet, so sweet, but you still gave him a sceptical frown, nose scrunching and eyebrows furrowing. Mr Arlert in turn gave you a sorry look before his eyes lit up and he pulled out from his brown satchel a small book of yellowed pages and a dusty blue cover, the gold embossing hardly visible. You nose only scrunched further.

“My name is in this story. It’s mentioned few times, but it’s an important one,” he said to you.

You took the book and flipped through the worn pages, immediately recognising the tale of Aphrodite and Ares. The lovers.

Why the challenge? You wanted to ask Mr Arlert but you knew the answer you your get would be too cryptic. Besides, you think, I like a challenge.

“How long do I have?” You asked instead.

“A year and a day.”

“And what will I get if I figure it out?”

At this, he pondered. But it seemed feigned, and you wondered, just for a split second, if the man had planned this from the beginning. But why? This was another one of your questions that went unanswered that day. Because before you could say anything more, Mr Arlert leaned forward and said, “Your reward will be divine”. And he walked away.

Nine months ago:

Life was well after Armin arrived. There was no other way to put it. Your father was confining himself to his room more often than before, and you were finding more opportunities to visit the river, leave the house and, eventually, you met the handsome baker’s son. Jean was kind, a gentleman, but not the arrogant type like most the men your age. You didn’t even feel too much guilt when you thought that spending a future with Jean- taking care of him and his home- wouldn’t be too bad. It’s quite pathetic that your life had been reduced to not being “too bad”, but the idea of marrying Jean sat on the comfortable line between reality and fantasy. Safety.

And then you were visited at the river.

Mr Arlert wasn’t even surprised to find you there, he had just smiled and sat beside you as you clenched your fists and forced yourself to smile back at him. You had always enjoyed him, his company, his challenges, but now it was like he was provoking you. The river Shiganshina was your river, your special place away from the hellscape that was the town. And now Mr Arlert had brought himself and his ordinary life into it.

You pulled your sandals back on, the crease in your brow evident. He clearly couldn’t get the hint. But before you could stand up, he spoke, and you paused.

“I wish I could jump in and swim away,” he said.

Curiosity got the best of you, as it often did with the man.

“The waterfall would kill you.”

The awkward laugh again. It had an effect on you so that your jaw couldn’t help but unclench. “If it means that I get to touch a waterfall, I wouldn’t mind, you know?”

You knew. You knew exactly what he meant. But you didn’t tell him.

“Didn’t take you as the suicidal type,” you said.

“I might get saved, who knows.”

“If you’re counting on me to jump after you, I’m letting you know I won’t.”

“I know,” he laughed. “I was thinking of more of a divine rescue.”

You finally looked at him, and- unsurprisingly- his blue eyes were glued to yours. What was surprising was his unwavering tone, his straight face. Mr Arlert was being serious. Why was he opening up to you this suddenly? So far, your interactions had consisted of him staring, you trying to guess his name, and him continuing to stare. In that order. You knew there was more to him, but it’s only now that you found yourself wanting to seek that out.

“You think Armin would save you?” You didn’t miss Arlert’s smile.

“I’m hoping I’ve gained his favour- done enough for him to allow me freedom via waterfall.”

It was your turn to smile. “You probably have, You’re at the temple often.”

“Thank you.” He blushed and you quickly pushed down the thought of how cute he looked. Sitting beside you, trousers rolled up and feet in the water, Mr Arlert looked more than cute. He looked like he belonged. You weren’t sure how that made you feel but, in that moment, you didn’t mind him entering your world.

“I think you would also be saved if you jumped into the waterfall,” Mr Arlert said.

You laughed. “Is that your way of saying I’m a nice person?”

“Something like that.” He paused. “I think Armin would appreciate your- uh- honesty. You’re like a priestess.” He laughs nervously at your expression. “You know, they have this personal affinity with the water and such.”

You knew exactly what he meant. How a stranger could read you so perfectly, you weren’t sure. But as you hid your smile between your hands, you wondered whether you were prepared to face the fear of the unknown. Maybe, with Mr Arlert, it would be a bit less unknown.

A few days later, Jean was announced missing. A search party was sent out and even Mr Arlert, on his recently acquired brown horse, couldn’t find him.

Present day:

Armin isn’t sure if he likes playing the part of the nice boy or not. Humans are simple creatures who praise him continuously and, without divine responsibilities, there is no need to take his rage out anywhere. But a god is who he is, and every day, he yearns to be seen as one. To be seen as one by you. He watches as you worship him, but you never look at him- not like you do the statues, or even the small river which you think is your only true connection to the god of the ocean.

You both want more, and you both know that, but you only ever admit it to each other when you sit beside that very river. There, in those moments, Armin feels a bit more like a god. Whenever he’s around you, he feels a bit more like a god.  

He’s told you before, but your perfect honesty has made it easy for him to unravel around you. He wants to unravel around you in other ways, too, and he wants you to unravel around him. Armin can’t count the number of times he’s sat beside you at the riverside and wanted to do nothing more than to kiss those lips of yours, to press the hard cock that he hides inside of you and watch as your eyes roll back, and you call out his name.  

But the God of the Sea is not Eren. Armin will earn you. And he’s very close to doing so. Not Mr Arlert. You have no interest in human men, that much is clear. You yearn for something more powerful. And you’re right. Only a god is worthy enough to stand beside you, lay between your legs, be in your arms. Mr Arlert is simply a means to push you to realising that the god in question is Armin.

In the meantime, he’s been nothing but patient.

It’s only when you come to his door one night, eyes puffy and red, that he lays his hands on you for the first time. He rubs your back as you cry and cry, fat tears refusing stop falling. You tell him about bout your father. About how, since he got better, he’s been refusing to let you out of the house, snapping at every moment and accusing you of being a filthy god-worshipper.

“He s-sai-d- he said we’re ‘gonna move away- said we’re gonna get as far away from the s-sea as possible.” You can hardly speak, though the tears have stopped, your voice still shakes violently. But Armin listens, he holds you close to him and repeats that everything is going to be fine.

You can’t stop thanking him as you leave, and he promises that his door is always open for you. “Whenever you call for me, I’m here,” Armin tells you. “Right beside you, always,” he adds as he watches you walk away.

He’s reached a new chapter of this Odyssey.

Present day:

You suppose your father’s death should have been expected. He was an old man, obviously depressed, and his only lifeline was his daughter who hated him.

You also suppose you should feel guilty. You don’t.

Familiar faces give their condolences and whisper questions of what is to happen to you now. You only pay heed to Sasha and Connie, though, who give you a soft hug before Sasha tells you that her family would be happy to take you in. You reassure her and everyone else that you have a plan, though your best friends are the only ones who seem to believe you.

“I heard Marie has a son who’s single, maybe they can-“

“You’re not actually talking about marriage here are you?”

“Well, the girl is all alone in the world, now! She needs a man to lead her on the right path.”

The old women are wrong, so very wrong. You don’t need a man. You’re fucking sick of men- sick of them all- everything they’ve created and everything they stand for.

What you need is a god.

The head priestess of Armin’s temple in unsurprised when you knock on her door with nothing but a bag and the clothes on your body. Those clothes are burned soon after, along with many of your other things, leaving your old life behind.

She tells you that you’re lucky there’s a place for you. The last priestess left running off with a man, “Which is a cardinal sin”, she makes sure to repeat every-so-often. The head priestess seems to hate men more than you do, sneering whenever Connie comes by.

Sasha and Connie are unsurprisingly shocked at your choice of work and even if they visit almost every day, they always tell you that they miss you. They think you’ve come the temple out of desperation- everyone does- and you let them believe. Because despite cleaning the marble floors or whatever other arduous duty you’ve been given, a smile is never far as you realise that you’re free from man. Indeed, explaining the truth to anyone would be far too difficult.

Well, except one person.

You’ve never missed anyone before. Not with your father keeping you so sheltered for most of your life. But as you push through the Head Priestess’ relentless schedule, you can’t help but miss Mr Arlert. He disappears after your father’s funeral, so you leave him a note at the empty stable with your final guess. You like to think he decided to follow his own path, you also like to think that he too wishes you were beside him, a guide in the unknown.

Present day:

The room is a box of marble, with a throne sat upon a dais at the centre and one fountain at every corner, each one sculped into a horse. The object of your interests, however, is the large bowl of water on the floor in front of the throne.

This is your initiation. You will emerge from this room not as an apprentice, but a Priestess.

You kneel down and lift the pot of clay to your lips. The head priestess kept on repeating how important it is to not put it down until you’re finished. So, you gulp the water down until you can see the image of Armin. You’re the one who selected the pot, with its faded paint depicting Armin and Hange’s fight for patronage of Sina. It’s a powerful image, but when you put the pot down, you come face to face with something very different. Armin is standing in a room-this room, you realise- and crouched down before him is a young woman, looking up in awe. It takes bit longer of a moment for you to realise that the woman is you.

Looking up slowly from the pot, the first thing you see is sandal-clad feet. Golden sandals, just as fine as the robes he wears, draped in perfect waves. The first word you think of to describe him is divine and it’s indeed accurate because-

“Mr Arlert.” Your voice is barely above a whisper.

But you know that’s not correct. The man- no, not a man- before you is taller than Mr Arlert, by a foot and a half at least. His muscles are more prominent that the stable boy’s ever were, strong legs visible through the large slit between the layers of fabric draped over the god’s figure. Half of his shoulder-length hair is tied back using a golden pin whilst the rest frames his perfect, perfect face. You can’t help but think that Armin looks nothing like his statues- no medium of art could capture the ocean within his eyes, glowing in the dull light of the room. Then again, the stories didn’t capture the way the god acts either.

“Armin,” you say, this time your voice louder.

Now, you know.

His sad smile is familiar, but there’s something there that never was. “Oh dear,” he says. “I’m afraid you’ve lost out wager.”

Armin can’t help but compare you to a puppy, with large eyes staring up at him from your crouched position and an expression a perfect mix of excitement, curiosity, and shock.

You reach out a hand tentatively, but it hovers in the air between the two of you once you notice Armin’s raised brow. But he doesn’t rebuke you for it. After all, it’s only your first encounter with the god. He can’t expect you to behave perfectly, to adopt the right etiquette- no, he’ll have to train you first. Like he would a baby mutt. The thought makes him smile.

“I’ll accept any consequences, my god,” you say. Your voice sounds so sure of itself, so unlike your usual ramblings, those that Armin could and would listen to for hours. Right now, though, the certainty, it’s laced with desire that sends blood rushing south. You don’t notice. You’re too lost in his eyes to notice anything.

When he places his hand on your chin to hold it up, he can feel you shiver. “Such a perfect little worshipper,” he says. “I couldn’t possibly punish you.”

Armin can swear he sees disappointment in your eyes before he turns around and walks up the dais. The marble of the throne is cold beneath him, but the sight of you looking up at him with such longing is enough to warm him up. Now, Armin is sure you’ve noticed his growing erection because you crawl towards the dais, not yet climbing it, but close enough to see and lick your lips.

“Let me thank you at least, Armin.” He almost groans at the sound of his name. God, he wants to hear you say it over and over.

“Come here.”

And you climb up the dais only to pause before Armin leans forward and grabs your hips. Two lips, as if led by an invisible string, meet. You kiss like you’ve been waiting years for Armin and, in a way, you have. His tongue is inside your mouth quickly and he’s kissing, sucking, letting his teeth gently graze your lips as he revels in the feeling of you. As your bodies lean against each other, you can feel his heart hammering against your own. His chest is stone, but his lips are so soft and your hands find his golden hair. It’s also softer than it looks, and Armin can’t help but let out a moan as you gently tug.

When you pull back, his pupils are blown. “Thank me, then,” Armin says, breathless.

Sitting between his legs, your hand is tiny compared to his cock, and you can’t stop staring at it. Long and somewhat slender, but veiny with a flushed red top- he can see you gulp before you take an experimental lick at him. Armin’s hold on your hair only tightens and you look up at him, doe eyed and seemingly innocent.

“Put it in your mouth, pretty girl,” he says, guiding your head gently. “So obedient- Yes, exactly, just like-ah- just like that.”

But he doesn’t need to push down- no- he lets you set your own pace only because you do it so perfectly, almost as perfect as the wet noises you make. Armin doesn’t have time to be surprised, he’s just able to react fast enough to suppress his own moans so he can hear your wet tongue caress the base of his cock, as your lips create the perfect o-shape to accommodate him. Your drool is everywhere in a matter of seconds- his balls are coated with it, and so is your lap, where the spit seeps through the thin white fabric you call a robe.

“Like a puppy,” he murmurs. And you look up quizzically. “You’re drooling over me like a desperate puppy- a puppy in heat,” he grunts. “You just want to please me, don’t you? ‘S alright, puppy, I’ll let you do that.”

If you could nod your head, you would. Instead, your cheeks burn, and Armin is so lost in the way that you look- not even able to take his entire cock in his mouth- that his hips begin to buck unconsciously. He hits the back of your throat, and you gag at the sudden impact, but he hisses and murmurs “What a good, wet hole. So good, good-”

The earthshaker is afraid that if he speaks any louder, his voice will slur into incomprehensible sultry sounds. But as you struggle to take his cock even deeper into his mouth, he lets out groans that go straight between your own legs. You moan around him, and the reverberations make his head roll back. God, you could stare at him forever. And he would let you.

“Look at me,” he says whenever your eyes go astray. “Look at your god.”

As his hips buck more violently, Armin can feel the pressure in his lower stomach, the impending orgasm and he wants to stop- wants to hold out the way he always has. But he can’t, it’s too much and he just cannot pull out of you. He simply pushes further and further into your tight throat, repeating your name like it’s a blessing. “fuck, puppy, ‘m going to- I’m going to cum down your throat. You want that, do you you’re your god’s cum- ah, fuck, ahhh”-

Pushing your head down to the base, both of his hands at the back of your head, Armin cries out you name and you can feel the warm liquid go down your throat, thick ropes filling up your mouth, some of it dribbling out. Armin reflexively pushes it back in your mouth, ordering you to swallow it all, to show how grateful you are. Of course, you oblige. But before you can even regain your breath, Armin suddenly pulls you off his cock. His pupils are dilated, and he wears an expression- anger? Shock?

“You’re not a virgin,” he hisses, teeth gritting against each other. His breath is frantic, uneven. It’s not a question and you begin to recognise his expression. Rage. “You’ve done this before.”

Fuck.

The God of the sea has his fair share of consorts and mistresses. Some of them virgins- though he never chases them the way Eren does- some of them not, but none have made him cum so fast. He would like to blame it on the year of pining, of restraint, but he knows better. It’s you. You do this him. You make him so wild, so willing, so pliant even. 

In that moment, as he looks your worried face, so desperate to please, he thinks that he’ll never be able to let it go. You’ve consumed Armin and he wants to do nothing more than burn eternally. You must understand that- that you exist as his beacon, that’s where you’ll be your happiest, but those thoughts are too complex for a human. You, in your fragile state, can’t understand. It’s alright, he’ll just have to show you bit by bit that you’re his. But to do so, he must first take on the role he’s familiar with. That of the punisher.

“Who is he?” Armin snaps.

“It was only-“

“Who is he?”

You pause. Memories of nights spent together, huddled close and trying to keep quiet already fading. “Berthrolt Hoover.”

Armin’s shoulders relax, “I see.”

His breathing slowly goes back to normal, and, at the back of your mind, you know you’ve signed the young warrior’s death. But your worry is fleeting as Armin grabs you by the neck and hoists you over his knees, laying you down on your stomach effortlessly. “A priestess who isn’t a virgin?”

You look up as see Armin’s familiar sweet smile, but it’s laced with mirth that makes you forget the Mr Arlert he was before. You cry out at the first slap of his hand on your ass, more out of surprise than pain.

“I don’t think the people of Paradis will be very happy to hear that,” he says. “An unmarried woman giving herself away to a pathetic boy.”

Slap!

“I’m sorry!” you cry out. “It was a mis-”

He slaps you thrice.

“No excuses, dumb little puppy. I’m afraid you’ll have to endure this punishment.” His voice is deceptively soft, as if he is actually sorry. And when you look back up at Armin, his face betrays no malice. But it doesn’t show any cruelty either. Instead, there’s a fascination.

Armin has you sprawled across his lap, at his mercy and he is discovering you bit by bit. As a god. His cock twitches and then suddenly he tugs off the fabric of your robes and they disappear.

The way you squirm is half- hearted, and Armin has to laugh. “Embarrassed? Now of all times? I didn’t know you were such a prude. Or is this all just to compensate for the fact that you’re a whore in my temple?”

You shake your head, “I swear, I’ve never belonged to any man!”

Fingers trace the expanse of your naked body, soft enough to send shivers down your spine. “Oh? Really?”

“Yes yes, I swear, ah!” His fingers find your naked ass and they grab onto the flesh, massaging, groping, feeling you. Armin’s other hand rests on top of your head, stroking it gently and you’re so lost in his touch that you almost forget to speak.

“I belong to no man, I never have. Only you. It’s always been you, Armin.”

The god’s eyes widen, and he gently pulls you up from his lap only to seat you on it, upright and, this time, there’s so much more to admire. “You’re right,” he says. Armin captures your lips and this time, it’s longer, rougher. He doesn’t want to pull back, doesn’t want to lose the feeling of your soft lips against his, but his hands have already found your breasts and soon, his tongue joins them. You moan as he begins to lap at your breasts, leaving hickeys and spit in his wake as his finally finds your nipples and begins sucking them like a child as you whine and lean into him.

“You do belong to me,” he finally says, his voice partially muffled as he loses himself in the worship your breasts. “You’ve always belonged to me.”

And you can do nothing more than nod your head as your fingers tangle in Armin’s hair and you’re pulled into another kiss. His hand goes down your body, squeezing every single mound of flesh as if it needs to be touched so that when he finds your cunt, Armin can’t help but smile at how wet you are.

“Already, but I’ve hardly done anything to you?”

What a liar, but you don’t have a chance to tell him before he plunges a finger inside of you. “Oh, puppy, my puppy,” he groans at the contact the same time you moan, pushing your hips against his digits. “You like my fingers like that inside of you?”

“Yes, yes, I do, I really love them- it feels, oh my god, it feels too good!” you grip his shoulders, unable to do anything but desperately buck your hips at the smiling Armin. He knows what he’s doing, he knows that his fingers are giving you just that satisfaction, but it’s still not enough to bring you over the edge.

“Please Armin, please.” You squeeze his shoulders.

“Tell me what you want, tell me, I’ll give it to you- I swear.”

“I want to feel you, all- ah- all of you. I need to feel you inside of me!”

You’re not sure at which moment Armin removes his robes, but as he moves both of your legs so that you’re straddling him, your hands are on his bare, lean chest. The god’s nipples are flushed pink and pert, practically calling to you and you respond by brushing your fingers over them and watching him twitch ever-so-slightly in response. You withhold the urge to take them into your mouth, even as Armin rubs his cock against your cunt, releasing the sweetest of sounds.

He’s already leaking precum and it mixes with your juices so perfectly, his cock being dragged back and forth, only making you gush even more. “So messy,” he mumbles as he uses his tip to spreads your juices across your thighs. At this point, you can practically feel it throbbing, ready to be sheathed inside of you and the whimpers of your desperation echo against the temple walls.

When Armin slips inside of you, simultaneous gasps escape your lips. The god pulls your body closer to his as you throw your head back, stars in your eyes.

“Look,” he whispers. “Look how easily I slip in- it’s- it’s like your cunt is made for me.”

“Armin,” you whisper back. “Armin, Armin- ah- Armin.”

He sinks you down slowly, the stretch hitting every single spot that leaves your legs practically limp. The god is holding you up, whispering his own mantra that you can’t hear over your bliss. Once inside, your eyes look lock with Armin’s and he’s staring at you in a way he’s never done before. You’ve never seen pupils so dilated and the two of you stay like that as if making up for the moments when you should have been connected in this way. An eternity, it seems, the two of you have needed each other.

“I’m your god,” Armin finally says. “I’m your god and- hng ah-” He begins moving you up and down his shaft. “And I’m going to make you cum all over this cock- okay? All over your god’s cock.”

You nod your head pathetically as he lifts your hips and slams them down against his own. He is strong, ruthless in the way he bucks his hips up every time he lifts you from his cock, as if he can’t bare the empty feeling of not having your tight pussy clamped around him. At this relentless pace, you’re sure that the sound of your connecting bodies could penetrate even these marble walls. And yet, you don’t hold back. Thanks and praises spill from your swollen lips and Armin can’t help but lean forward and push his tongue between your mouth, as if he can absorb all of your word. “So good, so good, it’s- uah- I just want more, more of your cock, you fill me up so good!”

Armin can’t deny you. He pushes your thighs to your chest and picks up your entire body to fuck himself. He manoeuvres your body like a toy and as your tongue rolls out and your eyes become glassy, you begin to look like one too. The only sounds coming out of your mouth are incomprehensible, even as Armin attaches his mouth to one of your bouncing tits, you can only squeal.

“Such a good puppy,” he says between kisses. “Letting me use her holes like this. A god using a puppy’s holes- you should be- you should be grateful! Tell me, tell me you’re grateful!”

“I am!” you cry out. “I am grateful!”

“Good girl, good puppygirl.”

When Armin flips you over, you’re sat on his throne and he fucks into you harder, harder than he was doing before, and you swear his moans are louder too. He’s looking down at the movement of your stomach as if hypnotized by the way his cock disappears into you. And, in a way, he is. The fascination of being inside of you- just the idea even- is enough to make him want to cum.

The sudden position has him hitting new spots and the build-up is so fast, you hardly have the time to warn him. “Armin, Armin I’m cum-“

He grabs your face as you release around his cock, body spasming but unable to look away as Armin’s gaze burns through you. “Good girl,” he says. “Show me, show me how you cum. Just like that, just like that.”

He continues to plough his hips into yours and the spasms of your pussy leave him unable to hold back. “Inside of you,” he practically growls. “I’m going to cum inside of you- yes, yes, yes I am puppy. I’m going to cum inside of you and you’re going to show me how you take it yeah?”

You’re too far gone to even register the implications of what he’s saying, but he buries his cock in your warm walls and releases his cum inside of you with a heavy groan. “Just like that, just like that- I’m going to fill you up with my seed, puppy, my puppy.”

Armin feels like he’s emptied his balls- two powerful orgasms which leave his legs shaking violently. And yet, he pulls out of you slowly and stands back up to his full height, cock in front of your face. Almost instinctively, you rub your cheek against it, giving Armin soft kitten licks and he coos at you, stroking your hair. But he doesn’t push, he just holds his cock there and pumps softly as he stares at your fucked out face. Messy, covered in his spit, his hickeys, his bites, his cum- you look perfect, divine. Only one thing is missing. “I’m going to give you everything I have, puppy. And you’re going to take it, okay?” You nod and open your mouth for him and, immediately, a strong stream of pee emerges.

At the bitter taste on your tongue, your eyes roll back, and you spread your legs even wider, a welcome to the mess he is about to make. Armin accepts and angles his cock to release his pee over your chest, then your stomach, and then your already-throbbing cunt. He lifts a foot to rest on the throne and Armin doesn’t think he’s even seen such a beautiful sight in his life.

As if guided by an implicit will, Armin’s foot hovers on top of you and suddenly, he presses against your lower stomach. Your eyes snap back into focus as you whine out for him to wait, wait just a moment “I just had water,” you cry out. “It’s gonna- It’s gonna come out!”

But Armin simply grins. “Let it come out,” he says and presses his foot down harder. “Pee yourself dumb little mutt, be a good puppy for your owner.” The trickle that emerges is involuntary, but Armin’s grin is wider. “Yes, good girl, just like that. Let me see more, let me see more of you.”

The pressure that was holding the bowl of water back broke and you felt the warm liquid against your thighs before you realise what’s happening. Armin practically moans as he watches you whimper and struggle to hold your pee back as it spreads over the throne, the dais, and even Armin himself. He doesn’t stop until you’ve given it all to him.

You expect Armin to disappear. 

You’ve given him everything. His goal is complete, you think, he has nothing more to do with you. But, as he has done many times before, the god surprises you. Armin’s body is heavy against yours when he collapses on top of you, but the weight is comforting. Despite the malaise of urine and cum rubbing against both of your bodies, you wrap your arms around the god of the ocean and hold him close. 

Even as you close your eyes and lean your head back on the marble throne, Armin doesn’t leave you. Even as you open your eyes back up and see blue ones staring back at you, the look he gives you is so familiar and long hair in such unfamiliar disarray that you can’t help but smile.

He doesn’t ask why. Instead, Armin calls forth a stream of warm water from the adjacent fountain to clean the both of you. It feels like a fever dream the way floating droplets caress your bodies, and when Armin stands you up, his hands not leaving you, the perfume that suddenly envelops you is heavenly.

“Can I give you a last kiss, please?” you ask when your robe appears once again. And Armin leans forward to capture your lips, dragging his tongue on your bottom lip as if to taste you.

It doesn’t feel like a final kiss. You’ve had many of them- Jean, Sasha, Berthrold, your father, and even your mother, though you can’t remember it. This kiss is different. It feels less like a kiss and more like a promise, a vow. a shiver runs down your spine. 

“I am your god,” he says and lifts his both of his hands slowly to wrap around your neck. “And you’re my worshipper.” You gasp as a cold sensation spreads around your neck, just below Armin’s fingers. It’s sudden, and heavy and when he removes his hands, yours fly to your neck and there’s a metal band there where there was none before.

“It’s sculpted from Hephaestus’ gold,” Armin says as he strokes his fingers along the metal. But he’s not looking at his gift, instead he looks at you. 

“Armin- I- this is. But why?”

For the first time, he can’t read your expression. But it doesn’t matter. You belong to him. You always have, but now you know. And if it takes time for you to understand, Armin can wait. He’ll wait right beside you, always, always there to guide you.

“This is not the end of my Odyssey. My Odyssey is eternal,” he says before giving you another short kiss and disappearing, the warmth of his lips still present.

The gods might not all be fickle, you think, so you just smile sadly. But the gods are all selfish, so you touch the collar around your neck.

A/N: This is my first ever collab and I was- as still am- a bit insecure about how this story turned out so I appreciate all of your support ❤️. I would also like to apologise to my fellow history nerds for the historical inaccuracies. 

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Aot Confession Hc's p.2

Since Y'all liked the first part so much, I'm gonna make a second one!

Pairing: Random Aot Characters x Gn!Reader

Warnings: Suggestive, Spoilers

Floch Forster (19y/o)

He is a bit weird to describe

Definitely could be a yandere

He needs you in his life so much

So he wants to impress you, especially in that fight against the alliance, since he isn't good with words

Instead of impressing you, he defends you from an attack, you thank him and he says "I have to protect my loved ones, right?"

Niccolo

He too isn't really good with words

He loves to cook for you and then watch you eat it with happiness all over your face

It's the best sight to him, especially if you tell him after how good it tastet

He may blurb it out like "god I love you so much" on accident while watching you eating his food

Onyankopon

Definitely is prepared and planned everything out

He takes you on a romantic date for a picknick, it's perfect

After that, you two watch stars, and he just tells you without hesitation

Connie Springer (19y/o)

Nervous asf

Needs Jean and Sasha for emotional support

He wants to just tell you, but he decides otherwise and Jean just pushes him to you and he stuttered it out so fast and ran away after

Jean and you just shook your head

Jean Kirstein

He wants to make it epic

He discusses it with Connie and Sasha, them giving their approval

Before you start to head to Liberio to get Eren, he stops you and says "Before one of us may die out there today, I want you to know how much you mean to me, and if we survive this, please be my girlfriend"

Hanji/Hange Zoë

They are actually not nervous, since they thing you already do, due to their behavior towards you, how they are always around you

You may have an Idea of Hange's feelings, but you don't want to think about it too much, since it's not confirmed

One day, as you help them with their experiments again, they would eventually just kiss you right there, maybe from excitement

Zeke Yeager

He would play that whole 'secret admirer' thing

Only Yelena knows about it, and she told him that it's a stupid idea

You actually enjoy figuring out who wrote these lovely letters

He always writes about how perfect you are and gives you a few hints about himself

Maybe one day you figure it out, and you approach him, he just grins and asks you out on a date

Colt Grice

He has a script

He learns it by heart, wanting to say it without to stutter

But after saying it to himself, he gets thoughts about how it could turn out bad and that you may be disgusted by him or something like that

Falco helps him preparing

After he took all his courage together, he approaches you while you're training outside alone

He clears his throat before literally screaming his words at your face, and you just laugh about akwardly, but then answer him normally

-> Part 1

-> Masterlist

[admirxation]

˗ˏˋ 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐱𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒´ˎ˗

👻 — hello and welcome to my first kinktober! the following fics are for 18+ users which means MDNI. However, just because it is for 18+ doesn't mean it is for everyone, so please abide by the old time saying 'don't like, don't read'; read the warnings and if you're uncomfortable with anything, scroll past, you're only hurting yourself if you continue, especially when I have already warned you. Remember, depiction doesn’t always mean endorsement. With that, I hope you enjoy.

🎃 October 1st

dub con | corrupt cop!Leon Kennedy x afab!reader

Summary: reader needs to get out of a speeding ticket.

Warnings: 18+ smut mdni, dark content, dub-con (power imbalance), ooc, flirting, dirty talk, degrading, unprotected sex, p in v, outdoor sex, bending over, and cum.

Link: here

🎃 October 2nd

daddy kink | Kento Nanami x bratty!afab!reader

Summary: Nanami puts you in your place during an argument.

Warnings: 18+ smut mdni, arguments, toxic relationship, hair pulling, brat taming, daddy kink, tongue pinching, make up sex, p in v, unprotected sex, slight degrading, and creampie.

link: here

🎃 October 3rd

mommy kink and lactation | Choso Kamo x afab!reader

Summary: Choso is curious to try the new changes the readers body undergoes after having a baby.

Warnings: 18+ smut mdni, lactation kink, mommy kink, handjob, praise, dirty talk and cum.

link: here

🎃 October 4th

kidnapping and gun play | Floch Forster x afab!reader

Summary: Floch is obsessed with his ex-girlfriend, the one that should have never got away.

Warnings: 18+ smut mdni, dead dove do not eat, kidnapping, non-con that kinda turns to dub-con, yandere behaviour, tying up, groping, nipple play, and gunplay.

link: here

🎃 October 5th

breeding kink | Levi Ackerman x afab!reader

Summary: Levi wants to start a family with his wife.

Warnings: 18+ smut mdni, suggestive talking/touching, grinding/dry humping, dirty talk, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie, praise, and breeding kink.

link: here

🎃 October 6th

threesome | Satoru Gojo x Suguru Geto x afab!reader

Summary: Reader and Gojo try out a fantasy both of them have had about Geto.

Warnings: 18+ smut mdni, threesome (f/m/m), kissing, overstimulation, p in v, doggy, blow job, spit roast, praise, orgasms, and cum.

link: here

🎃 October 7th

titty fucking | Jean Kirstein x afab!reader

Summary: reader and Jean have fun behind the bleachers.

Warnings: 18+ smut mdni, exhibitionism, the knee thing, blowjob, titty fucking, and cum.

link: here

🎃 October 8th

car sex | Reiner Braun x afab!reader

Summary: reader and Reiner go for a late night drive.

Warnings: 18+ smut mdni, exhibitionism, car sex, praise, oral, fingering, cunnilingus, p in v, unprotected sex, and creampie

Link: here

🎃 October 9th

mirror sex | Eren Jaeger x afab!reader

Summary: reader and Eren have some fun in front of the mirror while getting ready for a friend's party.

Warnings: 18+ smut mdni, soft dom Eren, praise, light spanking, neck kisses, nipple play, p in v, unprotected sex, mirror sex, and creampie.

Link: here

🎃 October 10th

face sitting | Leon Kennedy x afab!reader

Summary: Leon doesn't want the reader to hoover, when he says sit he means sit.

Warnings: 18 smut mdni, oral, face sitting, 69, and cum.

Link: here

🎃 October 11th

cock warming | Levi Ackerman x afab!reader

Summary: The reader helps Levi relax after he had a ton of paperwork, doing his favourite thing.

Warnings: 18+ smut mdni, p in v, and cockwarming.

Link: here

🎃 October 12th

Shower sex | Eren Jaeger x afab!reader

Summary: Eren joins his girlfriend in the shower.

Warnings: 18+ smut mdni, praise, nipple play, thigh fucking, p in v, shower sex, and creampie.

Link: here

🎃 October 13th

stalking | stalker!Choso Kamo x afab!reader

Summary: Choso gets obsessed with the girl that offered him a pen in class

Warnings: 18+ smut mdni, dead dove do not eat, dark content, stalking, obsessive, dub con (drunk reader and sober choso), fantasy of somno, p in v, unprotected sex, and cum.

Link: here

🎃 October 14th

thigh riding | Jack Krauser x afab!reader

Summary: The reader meets her superior for a sneaky bit of routinely pleasure.

Warnings: 18+ smut mdni, power imbalance, needy reader, thigh riding, dry humping, and coming.

Link: here

🎃 October 15th

food play | father in law!Leon Kennedy x daughter in law!afab!reader

Summary: The reader's father-in-law gets in the way of her making a cake for her cheating husband.

Warnings: 18+ smut mdni, dead dove do not eat, pseudoincest (in laws), food play, finger sucking, vaginal rubbing, nipple play, p in v, orgasms, and cum.

Link: here

🎃 October 16th

chastity cage | Armin Arlert x afab!reader

Summary: The reader and Armin play their favourite game together.

Warnings: 18+ smut mdni, soft dom reader, chastity cage, teasing, thigh riding, grinding, dry humping, and dirty talk.

Link: here

🎃 October 17th

virginity | Floch Forster x afab!reader

Summary: The reader is finally ready to go all the way with her boyfriend.

Warnings: 18+ smut mdni, experienced boyfriend and virgin girlfriend, neck kissing, nipple play, p in v, unprotected sex, checking in, and cum.

Link: here

🎃 October 18th

mutual masturbation | Choso Kamo x afab!reader

Summary: The reader gives her perverted neighbour a show to remember

Warnings: 18+ smut mdni, perverted Choso, neighbours, male and female masturbation, and cum.

Link: here

🎃 October 19th

edging and orgasm denial | Suguru Geto x afab!reader

Summary: Geto loves teasing the reader until she's begging for a release

Warnings: 18+ smut mdni, dirty talk, vaginal fingering, edging/orgasm denial, slight choking, and eventually reader comes

Link: here

🎃 October 20th

face fucking and dacryphilia | Toji Fushiguro x afab!reader

Summary: Toji loves seeing how pathetic the reader gets when he's pushing her limits

Warnings: 18+ smut mdni, porn without plot, rough dominance, oral/blowjob, face fucking, dirty talk, dacryphilia, tear licking, degrading and cum eating.

Link: here

🎃 October 21st

power play | older!superior!Leon Kennedy x younger!subordinate!afab!reader (office au)

Summary: Leon loves getting his secretary to do simple tasks for his watching pleasure

Warnings: 18+ smut mdni, subordinate x superior, dub con/power imbalanace, bending over, pervy Leon, skirt lifting, oral/blowjob, praise, titty fucking, and cum.

Link: here

🎃 October 22nd

filming porn | Leon Kennedy x afab!reader

Summary: Leon wants to film his girlfriend while they get intimate

Warnings: porn filming, nipple play, p in v, dirty talk, praise, and cum

Link: here

🎃 October 23rd

dads best friend | Joel Miller x afab!reader

Summary: Joel likes how grown up the reader looks after college

Warnings: 18+ smut mdni, large age gap, dads best friend, groping, breast touching, nipple pinching and rubbing, neck kissing, dirty talk, bending over, p in v, and creampie

Link: here

🎃 October 24th

temperature play (hot wax) | Leon Kennedy x afab!reader

Summary: Leon loves trying new things out with his girlfriend, and tonight he's chosen hot wax play

Warnings: 18+ smut mdni, copying porn, teasing, grinding, BDSM, temperature play/hot wax, cock and ball torture, handjob, and cum

Link: here

🎃 October 25th

professor and student | professor!Satoru Gojo x student!afab!reader

Summary: The reader visits her favourite professor for another late night tryst

Warnings: 18+ smut mdni, professor x student/power imbalance, dirty talk, fingering, nipple play, soft degradation, soft dom Gojo, squirting, unprotected sex, p in v, and cum

Link: here

🎃 October 26th

Corruption | priest!Kento Nanami x nun!reader

Summary: Nanami has been fantasising about the reader, wanting to bring her down with him in temptation, as he interrupts her daily rosary prayers

Warnings: 18+ smut mdni, priest and nun, dirty talk, groping, mild choking, spitting, oral/blowjob, and facial.

Link: here

🎃 October 27th

oral under the desk/public sex | Jean Kirstein x afab!reader (office au)

🎃 October 28th

size kink | Reiner Braun x afab!reader

🎃 October 29th

prostitution | Toji Fushiguro x afab!reader

🎃 October 30th

free use and double penetration | Ryomen Sukuna x afab!reader

🎃 October 31st

monster fucking | las plagas!Leon Kennedy x afab!reader

[bumackerman]

RULES AND INFORMATION

INTERACTION RULES;

I. 18+ only! minors do not interact! ∴

a. you must be at least 18 years of age to interact with my account, as well as my works.

II. discrimination and/or bullying is forbidden! ∴

a. do not send hate to me, or anyone interacting with my account. you will be blocked and reported as soon as it is sent. i do not condone bullying, hate speech, discrimination, ignorance, or bigotry of any sort. this is a safe space for adults.

HARD NO’S;

I. disabilities, or anything related! ∴

a. i will absolutely not write about a disability unless i’m educated on it, or i have it myself. please do not request them. it makes me very uncomfortable.

b. not only that, but it can also be incredibly offensive to requests if you do not have that disability yourself.

II. character x character. ∴

a. i will not write about your ships. this blog is character x reader only!

III. sub!reader! ∴

a. i am not a sub, i do not like writing for sub!readers, nor do i like reading them. it’s not my thing. there are plenty of other blogs that write dom!characters. i’m just not one of them.

IV. teacher/student relations (and age gaps). ∴

a. to me, it sounds like fetishizing pedophilia (unless it’s specifically stated, and implied multiple times that they are in a college au or something).

b. teachers should not be fetishized, nor should students. i won’t shame anyone who writes about it, i just don’t feel comfortable doing so.

V. weapon play. ∴

a. personally, i am not intrigued by this concept. it doesn’t scare me or make me squeamish or anything, but it’s also isn’t arousing.

b. me aside, it can possibly very triggering for people, and i’d rather not take that chance.

VI. yandere characters. ∴

a. i find it very creepy. i will not write about something that scares me.

b. i also only write for the canon version of characters (personality-wise), so that would be a direct contradiction.

VII. furry-play and/or omegaverse content. ∴

a. again, not my thing. i don’t want to write about something i’m not into, and not educated on.

b. what i will write about are puppy boys, bunny boys, stuff like that.

VIII. specific appearances. ∴

a. please do not request things such as ‘fem!reader’, or things that imply requesting a specific appearance. i will decide on my own accord whether or not it will be fem, gen-neu, or masc.

IX. triggering topics. ∴

a. i will absolutely not be writing anything that could possibly trigger a larger audience. things such as; r*pe, p*dophilia, s*mnophilia, inc*st, self-h*rm, s*icide, eating d*sorders, k*dnapping, etc.

X. waste kinks. ∴

a. the only bodily fluids i will include in my writing are sexual fluids. i will not write about blood, feces, urine, or vomit.

XI. other. ∴

a. some other kinks that i will not write about are fisting, age-gap, foot fetish, daddy kink, etc.

b. i will not write for;

hunter x hunter; killua zoldyck, gon freecss.

my hero academia; todoroki tōya, mineta minoru, akaguro chizome, shigaraki (all for one).

demon slayer; kochō shinobu, shinazugawa sanemi, iguro obanai.

attack on titan; erwin smith, floch forster.

REQUEST RULES;

I. headcanons and drabbles. ∴

a. choose a maximum of four characters per request.

b. be reasonable with the complexity of the request, but also, please be detailed with what you want. that way, the results can be as accurate as possible, and i can have an easier time writing it.

II. question and answer requests. ∴

a. you can choose one character per request.

b. you may ask anywhere from 1-10 questions from a character, and they will answer it how they see fit.

c. you can request as many times as you’d like, but please be reasonable.

III. full fics. ∴

a. i only write fics for collabs, commissions, or upon my own discretion.

if you have read these terms, and understand what has been stated, please leave a comment letting me know that you agree, and plan to abide by my rules while on my page, and/or when requesting something. if you are requesting anonymously, leave a note that you have read my rules, or i will not be fulfilling your request. please come back every once in a while for updated information. thank you.

-b.y.a. (updated 6/9/21)

[vs-redemption]

1. I will write for these fandoms!

My Hero Academia

Attack on Titan (no zeke or floch sorry)

Black Clover (anime only)

Haikyuu (anime only)

2. I will write 

oneshots /scenarios (ONE character 600~1000 words)

headcanons (Up to THREE characters)

3. You can request

Fluff Angst AUs (No A/B/O please)

4. You CANNOT request

Yandere NSFW

THINGS TO REMEMBER

All requests will be written as Character x Reader

For most romantic situations, characters will be aged up to 18+ 

✨I reserve the right to say no to a request if it makes me uncomfortable or if I really think I can’t do it. ✨

If you want to request something not mentioned above, feel free to send me a message and ask about it! :)

[theblackastronaut]

I write for BIPOC readers. If the background of the reader isn’t specified, I’ll try to keep details about them neutral but I mainly write with black folks in mind.

This is a SFW blog, but suggestive content is allowed. If a request is too nsfw, I'll delete it.

When requesting, make sure to include specifics (race, background, country, sexuality, etc)

i don't mind doin match ups!

my inbox is open 24/7, but i'm not so quick to answering asks.

i only write for character(s) x reader or my own ocs x character

3 characters max for a headcanon, 1 character max for a scenario

when requesting drabbles, please limit it to five characters or less

i usally don’t keep track of word length for drabbles, but if you request for more than one character at a time, they will likely be much shorter (say around 300 words in comparison to 1k-1.5k)

pretty much same rules as above

yall can give your anon's names and i'll give them #s

I WILL NOT WRITE

teacher x student (only if it's platonic)

ns/fw

in*cest

omegaverse (i'm still trying tho)

using any form of mental illness to coerce characters into sexual relationships

yandere (it just makes me uncomfy)

pedophilia

anything to do with unsanitary bodily fluids: vomiting, urinating, defacating, etc.

FANDOMS

bnha (all characters but m*neta)

aot (all characters but floch)

mp100

sally face

kagegurui

one punch man

MORE ABOUT THE BLOG WRITER

black owned

writer supports everybody

i tend to write an awful lot of crack so stay for that

my name is astro

any pronoun is fine!

i have many ocs that will be featured on this blog

more black writers can be found here

[ao3feed-danganronpa]

Yandere Posts From My Tumblr

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/36AElHU

by yxlxna

Posts from my tumblr (yxlxna), accepting requests

Words: 8283, Chapters: 14/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan, Shall We Date?: Obey Me!, Fruits Basket, Naruto, Dangan Ronpa - All Media Types, Mystic Messenger (Video Game), The Arcana (Visual Novel), 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Anime), Hunter X Hunter, 킬링 스토킹 | Killing Stalking (Webcomic), Avatar: The Last Airbender, Avatar: Legend of Korra, Devilman (Anime & Manga), 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Eren Yeager, Mikasa Ackerman, Armin Arlert, Zeke Yeager, Yelena (Shingeki no Kyojin), Pieck (Shingeki no Kyojin), Lucifer (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Mammon (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Leviathan (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Satan (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Asmodeus (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Beelzebub (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Belphegor (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Diavolo (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Barbatos (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Solomon (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Simeon (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Luke (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Asuka Ryo | Satan, Fudo Akira, Asra (The Arcana), Erwin Smith, Hange Zoë, Annie Leonhart, Ymir (Shingeki no Kyojin), Mike Zacharias, Bertolt Hoover, Reiner Braun, Floch Forster

Relationships: Eren Yeager/Reader, Mikasa Ackerman/Reader, Armin Arlert/Reader, Zeke Yeager/Reader, Yelena (Shingeki no Kyojin)/Reader, Pieck Finger/Reader, Lucifer (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)/Reader, Mammon (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)/Reader, Leviathan (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)/Reader, Satan (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)/Reader, Asmodeus (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)/Reader, Beelzebub (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)/Reader, Belphegor (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)/Reader, Diavolo (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)/Reader, Barbatos (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)/Reader, Solomon (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)/Reader, Simeon (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)/Reader, Luke (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)/Reader, Asuka Ryo | Satan/Reader, Fudo Akira/Reader, Asra (The Arcana)/Reader, Erwin Smith/Reader, Hange Zoë/Reader, Annie Leonhart/Reader, Ymir (Shingeki no Kyojin)/Reader, Mike Zacharias/Reader, Bertolt Hoover/Reader, Reiner Braun/Reader, Floch Forster/Reader

Additional Tags: Yandere, Originally Posted on Tumblr, Headcanon, Imagines

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/36AElHU

[natsukitakama]

Masterlist Anime edition

I do not own that gif credit to the owner 

Here you could find all Anime fandom I'm writing for, I try to add new fandom please think about checking this ♡ you could find my tv shows masterlist here and my video games’ here 

Shingeki No Kyojin / Attack on titan

Eren Yeager

Headcanon : Being Eren’s significant other would include

Headcanon : Domestic life with Man Bun Eren (College AU)

Headcanon : Reincarnation AU : Eren reunited with his significant other 

Headcanon : Having a long-distance relationship with Eren and going into the same college  (College AU) 

Headcanon : Fluffly Alphabet (A to Z) Eren Jaeger Edition

Headcanon : NSFW Alphabet (A to Z) Eren Jaeger edition 

Headcanon : General cuddling headcanon Eren edition 

Headcanon : Reader is witnessing a crime and Detective!Eren is on the case (AU) 

Headcanon : Betrayal (Eren x Reiss!Reader)

Headcanon : Your loss (Eren x reader)

Levi Ackerman

Headcanon : Levi Ackerman finds out his S/O is a freak in the sheet (NSFW)

Headcanon : Levi being a dad 

Headcanon : NSFW Alphabet (A to Z) Levi Ackerman edition 

Headcanon : Levi with a S/O who is going through a baby fever

Jean Kirstein 

Headcanon : Being friends with Jean since you’re child, you realized you’ve got feelings for him (he does too) (Modern AU / High school AU)

Armin Arlert 

Headcanon : Armin helps Foreign!Reader and fall in love with them  (Modern AU / High school AU) 

Headcanon : Guardian (Armin x reader Platonic) 

Sasha braus

Scenario : Baking some cakes with Sasha for Connie’s birthday (Modern AU)

Floch forster

Headcanon : Floch react to Reader being kind to him

Headcanon : NSFW Alphabet (A, B,D, E, F, I, N, O, S, W) 

Headcanon : Reader being nice to Floch even though he is a jerk 

Headcanon : What kind of Yandere is he ? 

Headcanon : Control 

Headcanon : Fluffy Alphabet ( A, B, C,E, I,J,K,L,N,R,U,and W) 

Porco Galliard

Headcanon : Being in relationship with Porco would include 

Zeke Yeager

Headcanon : being in relationship with Zeke would include

Multi-characters 

Eren & Ymir Soulmate edition 

What do they like about you ? Nurse edition (Eren, Levi, Armin and reiner)

What kind of yandere are they ? (Mikasa, Eren, Jean)

What kind of Yandere are they ? (Zeke, Levi, Hange) 

Moder AU : How are they while playing with their S/O ? (Eren, Mikasa, Armin,Jean, Connie & Sasha, Marco) 

How death met them (Eren, Erwin and Marco) 

Serie : 

SMAU : Man bun! Eren vs Reader

Prologue 

Chapter 1 

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6 

Chapter 7

Chapter 8 

Haikyuu!

Kuroo Tetsuro 

Headcanon : General headcanon Kuroo Tetsuro édition

Oikawa Tooru 

Headcanon : General headcanon Oikawa Tooru edition 

Kageyama Tobio 

Headcanon : General headcanon Kageyama Tobio edition 

Multi-character : 

Random boyfriends’ text Haikyuu edition Pt 1 (Akaashi, Tsukishima, Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Osamu Miya Atsumi Miya, Kuroo)

Headcanon : Karasuno plays at Animal crossing

Demon slayer

Nothing here yet...

My hero academia

Bakugo Katsuki

Imagine : last chance (Bakugo x reader)

Tomura shigaraki

Scénario : Monster (Tomura x reader)

Multi characters

Random boyfriend Text MHA edition

Jujutsu Kaisen 

Gojo Satoru 

Headcanon : being in relationship with Gojo Satoru would include 

Headcanon : General headcanon what’s like to date Gojo as a sorcerer yourself 

Inumaki Toge 

Imagine : being in love with Inumaki but since he cannot talk you’ve decided to find your own language 

multi characters 

Headcanon : Celebrating the new year with them (Itadori, Gojo, Megumi)  Headcanon : Celebrating Valentine’s day with the chaotic trio (Itadori Gojo and Megumi)

One piece 

nothing here yet ... 

Tokyo Revengers 

Manjiro Sano aka Mikey 

Headcanon : From friend to boyfriend 

Kazutora Hanemiya 

Headcanon : Attention 

Izana Kurokawa 

Headcanon : Protection