#yandere aot x reader

[ghoularaki]

baby's breath | 21

↠  summary: Merely by coincidence, Erwin, your father's former friend had crossed paths with you again after nearly a decade. He offered solace once finding out you were struggling with not just school, but your home life as well. His home he shared with another one of your father's friends, Levi, became a sanctuary. Though, the more you came over for study sessions, the more they wiggled themselves into your private life. And like baby's breath, they weeded themselves in so deep you couldn't uproot them.

↠ word count: 6,055

↠ pairing: levi ackerman x reader x erwin smith

↠ genre/warnings: angst, smut, modern au, DARK CONTENT, yandere, daddy kink, forced infantilism, pet play, age gap, emotional manipulation. NSFW (heavy noncon, drugging/aphrodisiac, mindbreak, bondage, anal, voyeurism/exhibitionism, fingering, creampies, overstimulation, miche's inhuman refractory period)

A knock on the door had you all snapping your attention to the front door.

The days have blended together, you only knew it must have been the weekend because Erwin hasn’t left. Tension clung to all three of you. Anticipation was apparent on Erwin as well as Levi’s dread. Whatever they agreed upon that night, they were on opposing sides and you were left in the middle.

The wounds on your ass were almost healed. It didn’t hurt to sit anymore. The bruising didn’t ache and your muscles were no long tender. The main problem was the cuts that were scabbed over, but one wrong shift could reopen them with ease.

Today, oddly enough, you all sat on the couch. Levi kept his distance and Erwin had you sitting on his lap on his recliner. You had attempted to struggle, but Levi snapped you this look that screamed don’t make this worse for yourself. So you gritted your teeth, Erwin sat you sideways with his large hand rubbing up and down your outer thigh. Your skin crawled at the touch.

A thin, flimsy veil of peace blanketed you all. No one talked as the TV raged on, some stupid news channel Erwin enjoyed. The knocked ripped that veil wide open to reveal the truth. Erwin and Levi whipped their heads to each other.

They weren’t expecting visitors so soon.

Levi slowly got up and slunk over to the window. From the sliver of curtain he opened, you saw the neighbor standing there. The old man seemed to be uncomfortable.

Like last time, you expected Levi to open the door and Erwin clamp a hand over your mouth to keep you silent, but Levi waltzed over to you. Silently, Levi grabbed you and through you over his shoulder. A small oof left you as it dug into your stomach.

Turning the corner, Levi took you down the hall where the laundry room is. In the distance, you heard Erwin greet the old man. Adjacent to the laundry room was a door you never really noticed. Flinging it open, a small closet with various cleaning products greeted your nose. Dropping you down on your feet, Levi shoved you inside.

“Keep quiet,” His stare and tone was icy.

You were ready to protest, but he shut the door on you. Annoyed as darkness swarmed you, a lock clicking had you frantically clutch the knob. Twisting it over and over only confirmed he locked you inside. You were tempted to kick the slab of wood, though Levi seemed to be in a no bullshit mood.

Stuck in the small, dim closet, you were surprisingly okay. No fear enveloped you. Maybe it was because you weren’t restrained or it was Levi who locked you inside. Either way, you only felt relief this wasn’t added to the long list of things you would definitely need to work out with a therapist when you escape.

Pressing your ear to the door, he walked down the hall and back to what you assumed was the living room. A faint conversation could be heard. They invited the old man inside? Shifting yourself, you tried to see if you could hear better at a different angle. It was all for naught.

The three men carried on, only one of them not knowing the others were harboring a woman they kidnapped. Your survival instincts begged you to kick up a fuss, but what could an elderly man do against two men in their prime? Sure if they—well, Levi—had to resort to killing the neighbor to keep him silent, it would raise some suspicions. But would it be traced back to them? And to be frank, you weren’t going to sacrifice the lives of others for the sake of your freedom.

Many would call you a coward or weak, but you couldn’t help thinking of the nurse at the hospital. She could have been your out, same with the old man, but Levi was fast and ruthless. The second he sniffed you snitching, their throats would be cut or they would be beaten to a pulp. So you stayed silent. It’s okay you will make it out on your own, or at least you can only hope.

Life just had other plans for you, though. Stepping one foot backwards to get into a more comfortable position, you hit what you think is a dustpan that had you clambering to not fall. Clutching blindly into the air, you slipped forward and audibly smacked against the door.

The house falls silent.

You hold your breath. Clenching your eyes closed, the intrusive thoughts ran rapid. You can vividly visualize Levi slinging an arm around the old man’s throat and squeeze so tight his eyes almost pop out of his head. Clutching his head, he snapped the poor neighbor’s neck with such ease. Then both Erwin and Levi will storm down the hall. Levi would pry you away from the closet. Maybe this will be it and they will slaughter you as well. Finally realize you are more trouble than you are worth. Then they will bury your body in the backyard and when people question the upturned earth, they will reply they are fixing their septic tank. Or maybe they are building a pool, or they want to take up gardening. Your rotting corpse would make good fertilizer.

The old man’s gruff laugh ripped you from your spiraling thoughts. Crashing down from the adrenaline, you collapsed onto the floor. More shuffling resonated. The front door creaked open. A few more words were exchanged and then it shut with a firm bang.

Soft footsteps mosied over to the closet. You knew it was Levi before he even unlocked the door. Your left eye squinted as the hallway and sunlight poured in. Levi looked somewhat confused as to why you were on the ground. His eyes shifted to your foot still on the dustpan.

“You broke my dustpan.”

Looking down, in your clumsy fumble, you snapped it the side clean off. Grumbling, you responded, “I didn’t mean to.”

He hummed while looking off the the side, he continued, “Is that what this ruckus was about?”

You were going to respond, but he reached down and clutched on your upper arm. Hauling you upwards, he dragged you back into the living. Erwin marched out of the mudroom, looking displeased.

“She fell,” Levi barked, not letting you go.

“How does that matter, Levi,” Erwin sauntered over closer, almost like he's studying him.

“She didn’t do it on purpose.”

You whipped your head to Levi and gaped at him. Why was he defending you now?

“Just because it was an accident now, doesn’t mean it will be in the future.”

“You’re being unreasonable.”

Erwin scowled for a moment, before slipping on a cold mask, “Last time I checked, you wanted this, too. Don’t tell me, have you really grown soft?”

Levi clicked his tongue and pushed you away from him. You stumbled a few steps before catching yourself. Landing closer to Erwin you stared up at him. He regarded you for a moment before focusing back on Levi.

“Don’t come crying to me when this one breaks, too. I won’t be there to pick up the pieces. I’m done, Erwin.”

At that, Levi stormed off further into the house. Scared at what he meant about you breaking too, you backed up from Erwin.

Erwin reached out and pet your hair, not caring that you flinched. “Don’t worry, princess, he will come around. Sometimes he gets like this. When things don’t go his way, he gets even brattier than you.” Those bright blues squinted as he gave a small chuckle. He said it like it was a joke between you two, but you could only curl in on yourself. Dread sat heavy in your bones.

Erwin was a lot more codependent on Levi than he liked to admit. After watching TV for about a couple hours, did Erwin cave first and went to find Levi. By now, the sun had set. You didn’t keep track of how long those two conversed as you blankly watched the screen. As small as it was, it’s time like these made you having your own phone. You hated cable and wanted something else to entertain yourself with. A frustrating ache built up, the type that makes your skin itch.

A firm knock startled you. Though the rapping didn’t came from the front porch. It sounded like on the other side of the house. You knew it wasn’t from the basement, that was too close.

Standing up, cautious, you were about to round the couch when Erwin and Levi emerged from upstairs. Levi walked down the hall to as Erwin kept going to straight past your old bedroom. Both were so lax despite the possible guest.

“Levi?” You called, confused.

“Help me make some tea.”

Unable to argue you followed him into the kitchen. He pointed for you to sit at the island and you obeyed. Another deep voice paired with Erwin’s rang through the house. Both their lumbering footsteps approached. Your heart raced as you watched the opening of the kitchen.

Both men emerged and your muscles locked, ready to run. The other man beside Erwin was somehow larger than him. He was massive, standing about an inch taller than Erwin with broader shoulders. He easily took over the space around him. He stayed silent as Erwin spoke.

Guiding his guest into the living room, the strange man glanced at you for a brief moment. Those haunting hazel eyes sent a chill down your spine. You couldn’t help feeling like a rabbit about to be torn into. Besides that, neither men acknowledge you.

Your fingers dug into wood of the stool. Despite asking you to help, Levi didn’t beckon you over. He let you sit as he glided across the kitchen to brew the tiny tea leaves. Standing on his tip-toes, he grabbed two tea cups with saucers along with a metal tray. The clanking of porcelain and metal grated your ears.

Out the corner of your eye, you observed Erwin and the guest. The guest had his arms crossed, pushing his pecs upwards. His biceps bulged in his grey long sleeve. Erwin spoke to him and he nodded along, but other than that he didn’t respond. Whatever Erwin said sounded underwater. Despite trying your best, you couldn’t focus on the words.

The kettle whistling had you flinch back so hard, your spine banged against the corner. Levi moved it off the burner. Pivoting, he brought his focus back to you as he waited for it to cool. You were obviously hyperventilating, your body vibrated with the need to take flight.

Levi subtly shook his head. He knew that look, you were going to spring out of your chair and do something you would later regret. Digging your nails further into the stool, you forced yourself to stay.

Erwin cleared his throat. Shifting his eyes to the large man, Levi perked up like he was given a command. Who's really the dog here? Following his line of sight, Erwin had nodded his head upwards. Levi went back to the kettle and sat it on the tray.

Lifting it up with two hands, he barked, “Come.”

Not wanting to be alone with both Erwin and the stranger, you hopped off the chair and stumbled after Levi. You followed so close you almost stepped on his heels. The strange man glimpsed at you again this time a tiny smile tilted his lips upwards. You squeezed your hands into fists to resist the urge to clutch onto Levi’s shirt.

Down the hall and to the left, Levi guided you upstairs. With such poise, none of the cups or kettle shifted on the tray. Tottling along, he walked down the hall to the door that sat at the end.

“Open the door.”

Shuffling past him, you opened the mysterious door that piqued your curiosity last week. Upon entering the room, in the corner was in home bar. There was a shelf embedded into the wall that had various whiskys, wines and rums stacked together. Midway was a small counter against the wall that had a built in mini fridge under it. Bracketing it was two cabinets.

Crossing further into the room, a window sat next to the bar with its ruby red curtain shut. And next to that was a bookshelf lined from ground to ceiling with many books of different genres. Levi went into the center of the room and here you realized it was L-shaped. Against the right side of room was more bookshelves along with two seats of dark woven fabric with a circle table in the middle. There, Levi place the tray down.

Parallel to the chairs was a couch with a side table that sat at the protruding corner of the L. The couch was a deep velvet with intricate wood backing. It was a wide couch pushed up against the wall. Tucked in the corner by the couch was a lamp that cascaded a warm, dim light.

Levi grabbed your shoulders and forced you to sit on the very comfortable couch. Grabbing the tea cup on the left in the strange way he does, he sat beside you.

He swirled your cup before handing it to you, “Drink it all.”

Hesitantly, you reached for it and hugged it between your palms. Levi stared down, waiting for you to listen. Biting the corner of your lip, you bring it to your nose and stared at it. Nothing seemed wrong with it. Wanting something to sooth you, you downed the tea all in one go. You winced at the burn from the scolding liquid. Smacking your tongue against the roof of your mouth, your face pinched at the odd aftertaste.

It settled weird in your stomach. “What was that?”

Levi didn’t answer your question. He hung over you to reach for the side table. You leaned back as he hovered. Opening the drawer, he snapped his gaze to regard you for a moment. His steel eyes were lined with purple dark circles that only called more attention to his piercing glare. You were like a butterfly pinned to a cork board.

Slamming the drawer, he grabbed what he needed with one hand. Sit back, you had room to breathe once more. You breath picked up at the proximity. Your chest heaved, you almost felt too warm for your clothes.

Glancing down, held in Levi’s grasp was a leather harness, that forsaken bone gag and the mittens.

“What’s going on?” You asked both about the restraints and as the heat built in your stomach. Unconsciously, your thighs rubbed together to seek relief. Tears pricked your waterline.

“It’s better if you don’t know. Just for once, fucking behave.”

Forcing yourself up, you scooted closer to Levi and grabbed his thighs. Your body shook as you resisted the urge to hump the cushions beneath you. “What did you do to me?”

Levi clutched your chin and forced eye contact, “It will ease the pain.”

More heavy, pitchy exhales tumbled out your mouth. His touch burned and yet soothed the ache. Shaking your head, you tried to rip his grip off you to gain a clearer mind. Though as he let you go, you didn’t stop clutching onto his wrist.

“Did you drug me?” You seethed.

He avoided your question. “It’s only natural for bitches to go into heat, though I think it’s past the season.”

“T-that’s- hah! that’s not funny,” You were succumbing to the drug faster than you wanted.

“I’m not trying to be.”

He forced your hand off his and reached for your shirt. You went to slap his hands away, but he gripped your wrists and tugged you to him. Nose to nose.

“Don’t make this difficult. You’re lucky it’s me getting you ready. Miche won’t be so lenient and Erwin is at his wits end with you. So fucking knock it off.”

You sniffled as the want to cry came back, “What’s going to happen to me?”

Levi let go off your wrists and went for your shirt again. Your arms lifted as he took the material off. Folding it, he placed it behind him. He took the bone gag first.

“Open.”

“Levi?” You whined.

Placing the cool rubber against your lips, you parted the soft flesh. Your jaw dropped to accommodate the gag. Levi reached behind you and made sure none of your hair caught in the belt.

As he threaded the leather through the hoop, he spared you once glance before going back to his work. “You’re going to be broken in.”

Your cheeks wet as the tears finally spilled over. Levi swiped a thumb against your cheekbone to catch the salty water. He didn’t offer anymore solace. Grabbing the harness, he pulled it over your head. The belts for your arms was loose. Tucking your arms through each hole so the leather sat under your armpits and across your chest, he tighten them to be snug. Hooking his fingers through the middle piece, he tugged to make sure nothing was cutting off circulation.

The harness sat right above your breasts, framing them in an alluring way. Levi reached up and thumbed your right nipple. Highly sensitive, you keened and bucked your hips. Swirling the bud, it pebbled beneath his callused digit. Arching further into him, Levi cupped the other breast. Kneading the fat, he pinched the nipple between his fingers. The other he tweaked to hear you cry out.

Tilting himself closer to you, he dragged his nose against your temple. “Doesn’t it feel good? Just give in and nothing bad will happen.”

Whimpering, you nodded your head, barely listening.

Levi angled his head and brushed his lips against your upper lip. He kissed at the corner of the gag. With one last pull, he departed from your breasts despite your begs to come back.

Satisfied, he took the mittens and you, upset he stopped, hid your hands behind your back.

Levi sighed, “You shitty brat, what the fuck is that going to achieve?”

You shrugged and then willingly gave up the appendages. Like muscle memory, your fingers curled in as he stole your mobility. He strung the chain through the hoop in the harness do your hands rested against your chest. The awkward angle made you look like when a dog stood on its hind legs.

“Is she ready?” Erwin’s voice had you sitting up straight. You didn't even notice him come in.

“Just about,” Levi explained.

With a glass of whisky in hand, Erwin walked to the chair and sat in the one on the right. Miche also strolled in, his arms crossed as he observed Levi at work. Coming over to you, he bent down and sniffed your shoulder. You flinched back, perplexed. His prominent nose brushed against skin before standing with a content smirk. He went back to Erwin and stood by the left chair, but did not sit.

Levi got up from the couch and forced you to fall forward. Guiding you, he had you lay on your chest with your hips in the air. Hooking his fingers through the pants and panties, he dragged them down. Your shoulder blades coiled in as you were exposed to a man—who Levi called Miche—you just met.

Miche whistled as he sauntered over, “She’s already wet.”

Levi didn’t respond and continued. He pulled the clothes off of you. Behind you, you heard the clanking of metal. You jumped as Levi’s cold hand clutched above your knee. Leather was looped in the crook of the joint. Forcing your legs wide, your hips curled up to accommodate the stretch. Another belt was tied to the other leg. A metal bar was between the cuffs, forcing you into the perfect arch.

A weight was lifted off the couch as Levi departed from your body. “She’s all yours.”

What?

Scooting further up the couch, you tried to rotate your hands to force yourself upwards when the sofa groaned from the heavy weight that placed itself behind you. A foreign hand gripped your hip and stopped your squirming.

A cold sweat broke out across your overheating skin. Due to the drug, your body welcomed the touch, but dread sat heavy in your stomach. Turning your head to the right, you saw Levi taking his own seat by Erwin. Besides the flash of acknowledgment, he turned his attention towards Erwin, both men ignoring you completely.

You were more confused and unable to do much to decipher the situation. The drugs made it hard to think. His rough fingers danced across the healing lesions across your ass. He could instantly tell what they were from.

“What nasty marks. No wonder they wanted me to help.” Miche’s voice was gruff and a deep timbre.

He trailed down further to your exposed cunt. With no warning, he shoved three fingers in to the hilt. You screamed as you sprung forward. It wasn’t exactly painful, but the stretch wasn’t pleasant. He grabbed the back of the harness and forced you still. Pulling his fingers out, he thrusted them back in with such force you gasped.

Drilling his digits in and out of you, he twisted them around until he found the spongy spot deep in you. You moaned loudly through the gag as he kept abusing the spot. Your nipples dragged against the velvet, only heightening your pleasure.

Levi and Erwin kept talking about something to do with business, but you could barely pay attention. They were mere background noise as Miche petted against your spasming walls. Letting go of the harness, he gripped your hip so you couldn’t run away from his fingers. His forearm tendons jumped with each pumped into your sensitive pussy.

His leg bracketed your right one so he could keep the perfect angle of fucking his digits deep in you. Miche avoided your throbbing clit which only made you whine. Your own wetness dripped down, caking your thighs and Miche’s hand. The drug had your cunt so sloppy. Squelching filled the room along with your moans. You were never this loud, but you couldn’t hold back.

Your eyes crossed as he didn’t stop his pace, his fingerpads hit the spot deep in your warm cunt. With a few more pumps, you came with a keen. You think that was the fastest you have ever came. Shame wanted to wash over you, but Miche wasn’t anywhere close to done.

He worked you through it until your hips wiggled from the overstimulation. Miche pulled his fingers out, but didn’t stop. Using the slick from your own orgasm, he started to swirl your puffy clit. Jumping, you tried to crawl away. It was too much, it wasn’t enough.

Miche quickly pulled you back. Using his thumb, he pressed into the rim of your asshole. He didn’t stop twirling your bud as he thumbed around the hole.

“Has her ass been used yet?”

“Not fucked, no,” Levi responded, monotone.

Miche hummed, pushing further in. He was able to breach inside, only one knuckle deep to continue playing with the bundle of nerves. Your thighs shook from the pleasure, you were already exhausted, but you needed more. And Miche delivered. Tugging against the hole, he kept swirling your clit at a steady, rapid pace. Rocking your hips back, you accidentally fucked yourself on his thumb.

Your cries rang through the room, but Levi and Erwin kept chatting, only stopping to take sips of their drinks. As you swiveled your hips, Erwin’s eyes stared at how Miche twiddled your clit, squishy, sloppy sounds breaching his ears. Both men were obviously hard under their pants, but didn’t nothing to relieve themselves. They either ignored you, or observed you like you were Sunday morning cartoons.

Pulling his thumb from your hole, you whined at the lose but it cut into a yelp. Miche slapped your pussy. He caught your clit with fingers. He did it again and again. In between he would press hard circles into the bud before smacking it once more.

Heaving, you came again with tears streaming down your face. Miche patted your clit twice. He left your cunt alone and took his hold of your hip. Slipping further down, you were spent, but your cunt still begged for more. How long does this fucking drug last?

Scooping your wetness that spilled from your cunt, Miche coated two of his fingers. Tapping against your hole, you tensed. Unlike Levi, Miche offered no solace as he forced his way inside. A scream bit out from the stretch. Your body shook as you attempted to kick your leg out to get him off.

Clutching onto your hip, he pulled your body backwards so you were speared onto his fingers. The air was punched out of you. Breathless, Miche fucked his finger into your ass like he did your cunt. He was fast and brutal, not caring to let you adjust.

A dichotomy of pain and your body seeking pleasure mixed in your gut. Ultimately, you gain barely any pleasure from this, but your mind was clouded. Little hiccups were chewed into the rubber as you were barely coherent.

Adding another finger, your back hunched. He scissored his fingers, stretching you past what felt like you could go. But you knew his goal. A tiny part of you was thankful he was even opening you up.

Cruelly, Miche ripped his fingers out of your hole. Your ass winked at him, trying to adjust to suddenly being empty. Now without his digits, the need built up again. Behind you, you could hear the sound of him unzipping his pants. Shuffling his pants down, his heavy cock slapped against his stomach.

“There’s lube in the drawer. Use it, we don’t need you fucking killing her,” Levi spoke, acknowledging what was going on in front of him.

That did not give you any confidence.

Miche huffed something close to a laugh and reached for the side table. Grabbing the bottle, he uncapped it with a click. You trembled, both terrified and antsy. You needed something in you or you’re going to cry. It hurt so bad, if you didn’t come soon you might just keel over.

Pouring the liquid into your ass, you winced at the cold. Spilling more into his hand, clicking sounds were heard as he fisted his own cock to coat it thoroughly. Repositioning himself so he kneeled right between your calves, he tapped his cock against your clit.

Perking up, you bucked your hip backwards.

Miche placed a hand on your lower back, anchoring you. Slipping his tip up, he place it right to your hole.

He leaned down to completely crowd you, “Look at you, begging for it. My favorite part of my job is to break in haughty little pets like you.”

At that, he bullied his way inside. Even with prepping you, he was too much, too big. Miche was definitely at least an inch bigger than Erwin. He didn’t care as he grabbed your waist. With his cockhead caught on the rim, he used his grip to force you backwards like before. You screamed as your toes curled as he pulled you further down. He fucked into you like you were a cocksleeve.

Trying to scramble away, you used your elbows, but he easily pulled you back down. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”

Sobbing, he thrusted until he was in to the hilt. Your brain short-circuited, unable to process the pain. Pouring more lube onto where you two were conjoined, he bucked his hips. Grabbing your harness, he lugged you up so you were suspending in the air as he pummeled his dick in you. Forcing you even further back, he clutched onto your throat so your head sat on his chest. He was so big, he swarmed you. All you could smell was his woodsy sent.

Canting his hips, he bounced you on his cock. Squeezing the sides of your throat, your already fuzzy brain went light headed. The room was a swirling mess of reds and browns. Reaching down, Miche twirled your clit. You hiccuped out moans. Miche grunted in your ear, loving how you clenched with each pinch of your clit.

Your cunt begged to be filled, but his cock stretched your ass so wide, the thin skin between the two made it almost feel like he was in your pussy, too. Both you and Miche’s thighs were soaked with cum and lube. The pap, pap, pap of his heavy balls clapping against you surrounded the room.

As he continued to circle and pull at your clit, a strange feeling built in your stomach. It was like when you held your pee in for too long. You squirmed, not knowing what was going on. Your mitted hands tried to clutch his wrist but it didn’t do much. Miche abused the bud over and over until it was too much.

Crying out, a thin liquid poured out from your pussy, soaking Miche’s hand, forearm and the couch. Miche’s chest bounced behind you as he let a out an amazed chuckle.

“Did you just fucking squirt? Did I break you already?”

He didn’t stop pinching your puffy clit even as you sobbed. Tears streamed down your face, embarrassed. You never squirted before and it was while you were being assaulted? Your heart smashed into the pieces as your body took over. You still wanted more.

From your spasming walls and your squirt caked on him, Miche couldn’t help himself and came deep in your ass. He shoved his dick to the hilt, his pelvis flush to your bum so not single drop dribbled out. Despite coming, his erection didn’t go down.

Releasing his hold on your neck, he dropped you back down on the couch. Reverting in on yourself, you kept your head towards the other men, but refused to look at them. Miche slipped out of you with a squelch. He groaned as he parted from the heat of your tight ass that gaped with his cum flooding out. Your squirt still on his hand, he pumped himself a few of times so both your juices mixed together.

Tilting your hips so you arched your back more, Miche swiped his thumb across your empty pussy. It was glossy and clenched with each brush. Adjusting himself, he crowded you further as he guided his cock to your hole.

You could only release a pathetic whine as he shoved far into you with such humiliating ease. If you could, you would slip your legs open further to welcome the stretch. He filled you in such an overwhelming way. Your cunt embraced him with no constraints. The curve of his dick hit right against your g-spot.

Little moans tumbled out, but you couldn’t do anymore than that. Finally filled in the way you craved had you stupid. He really did break you, fucked you dumb. Everything was blurry as you took every harsh pound. A keen broke out of you as he pet your clit.

Your body bounced with his thrust, your nipples dragged against the fabric to the point it hurt. It could have been second or hours when Miche thrusts picked up the pace, growing sloppy. No longer the consistent machine, he got lost in the wet heat of your cunt. Shoving your head down, he adjusted his position to fuck into you faster.

In a few more pumps, he came deep in your cunt. You whined at being flooded. He didn’t leave you just yet, and pinched your clit. You couldn’t even make a noise as you came, again.

Finally pulling out, Miche watched as his cooling cum for your ass dripped down into your cunt. He watched what he just stuffed you with drool out to paint your slippery thighs. Just staring at his own cum on you had him hard again. Not caring if you can take it or not, he needed to see it froth a white ring around the base of his cock.

Pushing himself back into your overworked pussy, he groaned at how sloppy you felt. You were barely able to make noise at this point. You whined as he laggardly drove in. Dragging his cock against your walls, his eyes didn’t leave the white forming around the hilt. You were nothing more than a lifeless doll at this point.

Tiny sparks of pleasure were cajoled out of you, the drug not yet out of your system. Going for your ass again, Miche shoved two fingers in deep. Not once did he leave your poor clit alone, swirling and swirling patterns into the bundle of nerves. Your lids fluttered as you came again, but it was so small, unsuspecting.

Almost at the last stretch of his own stamina, Miche slowly gyrated his hips. You were so still beneath him, so tuckered out, he knew his job was done. Fucking into you one last time, he spilled in you. He hissed as his cock hurt form the overstimulation. Pulling out sooner than he would like, he got exactly what he came for.

Warm cum drool out of both your holes. You were thoroughly used. Patting your ass like you just did a job well done, Miche parted from your body. With nothing holding you up, your legs collapsed out from under you and you sunk belly down on the couch.

Words were exchanged as Erwin guided Miche out. He did not linger and you were glad. In your muffled hearing, Levi must have gotten up from his seat. He crouched down in front of you and stared at your bleary eyes. Reaching for the gag, he released your mouth. A string of drool clung to the rubber.

“Still with me, brat?”

With all you could muster, you whispered, “I hate you.”

Levi didn’t look upset at all and accepted it with grace. “Good.”

Going behind you, he undid the spreader bar. Free of that, he came back into view and turned you over on your back. He let you stay down as unlooped the mittens. You let your arms drop, too tired to even try and gain feeling in your fingers.

Shoving his hand under your back, he pulled you up and against the couch. Threading the belts apart from each other, the harness dropped down into Levi’s hand. You traced the velvet of the couch, it felt nice.

He sat all the gear of the other end of the couch, focusing purely on you. You really hope you didn’t ruin the nice fabric with the disgusting fluids pouring out of you.

“We need to get you cleaned up.”

You nodded. Yeah, a shower would be nice.

Levi’s face pinched. You wonder why he’s so upset. Tucking his arms under your legs and your back, he lifted you into a princess carry with ease. Levi’s so strong, it’s amazing.

He took you down the hall and with the hand under your legs, he opened the bedroom door. With such odd haste, he brought you into their personal bathroom. It was so much more spacious than you thought it would be. Levi sat you on the floor. He turned the shower on as you traced the grout of the tiles. There’s not a spec of mold, at your childhood home it was near impossible to keep anything this clean.

“Y/n!” Levi shouted your name.

Oh, he must have been called for a bit if he shouted. Turning to him, he had that pinched expression again.

“Can you stand?”

Dumbly, you shook your head. Your legs felt like jello. You miss jello, maybe if you ask nicely, Levi will get you some.

You blinked as the water flowed over your sitting form. When did you get in here? Levi crouched near you as he parted your legs. He looked so scared? No, no, not scared… worried.

You wonder why.

[apollodarling-writes]

yan! catboy! worshipper! levi

desc : you picked up a stray catboy from the alleyway and you find that maybe he has more problems than you’re equipped to deal with.

word count : 812

cws : yandere themes, scenting, jealous levi, dubcon implications, smut implications, murder mentions but it’s levi killing his competition and bringing it back as a gift and to prove he’s better than them, slight delusional thinking, desperate clingy bf behavior but you’re not dating and he’s more of an estranged roommate, MASSIVE personality switch up, ooc levi but i genuinely wanna see this man desperate and begging, implied dissociation, this is kind of bad im ngl.

author note : someone requested this, sorry it took so long to get to it. also, here’s a little something i had in my drafts while i finish editing this commission.

you remember how pitiful levi had looked in that alleyway — his clothes torn and too big on his seemingly frail body. he was drenched from the rain, the mud that had been caked onto him softening as shivers wracked his body. the bags under his eyes were heavy and dark, and you’d noticed that he was bleeding… and badly.

you remember the way his ears perked up, his gaze sharpening as he regarded you with a mixture of apathy and contempt; the way his pupils had narrowed into slits and his tail swished in warning. he’d attacked you that night, the wound on your hip later scarring. the levi from that night was so similar, yet so different from the man in front of you.

you were frozen in place, your eyes darting between levi and the corpse he had haphazardly discarded onto your living room floor. his face was marred with blood, a subtle look in his eyes that screamed pride. it didn’t feel real — there was no way this was happening. not to you of all people.

“what the fuck—“ you gesture to the body, your eyes filling with tears. “— is this?

“what’s wrong? don’t you like it?” levi asks, his expression morphing into concern the moment he recognized your appall.

was he serious?

“levi, you killed someone and brought them back to my apartment!” you exclaim, feeling bile rise in the back of your throat as you tear your gaze away from the corpse. “my home has become a fucking crime scene!”

levi’s brows furrow, his ears flattening at your words. seeing him clench his fist, you instinctively take a step back — a feeble attempt to put distance between the two of you. he doesn’t like that.

levi knows he’d be able to catch you if you decided to run, but he wanted you to stay — willingly. he didn’t want to have to force you, knowing that would only put a strain on your relationship. sure, he was biologically much faster than the average human, but he didn’t want to have to resort to using his anatomy to his advantage again.

he doesn’t regret killing any of them — especially not this one. this man was weaker than all of the others, obviously incapable of taking care of you properly. how was that human boy supposed to provide for you? protect you?

“that just shows im better for you, doesn’t it? if they can be taken out so easily, they couldn’t protect you. not like i can.” levi hisses, his features tightening with frustration. “i did you a favor. they would’ve gotten you hurt.”

his tone takes on a more desperate edge as he scrambles to justify his actions, his hand latching onto your shirt in an attempt to keep you in place.

“why are you looking at me like that…? like i’m some kind of monster? i’m not — i did this for you! for us!” levi shouts.

you can’t bring yourself to say anything, your mind spinning as you try to wrap your head around everything. levi had never been like this before; he’d always been distant and put-together, keeping you at an arm's length no matter how hard you tried to grow closer with him.

“say something… please.” the man begs, his arms snaking around your waist as he buries his face in the curve of your throat. levi takes a shaky inhale, your scent doing little to calm his racing heart. usually, it worked like a charm, but the cortisol radiating off of you worried him.

“let go of me, levi.” you mumble, your shaking fingers pushing at his shoulders. he only sniffles in response, his tail curling around your thigh.

“please — please don’t push me away.” levi pleads, his voice cracking. “i—i need you! i’ll die without you! please don’t do this to me…!”

“get out.”

levi’s hold on you tightens, his touch slowly becoming painful. despite your squirming and growing fear, levi only pulls you closer, peppering kisses along your throat and shoulders, mumbling apologies and promising to never do it again. yet, despite the ache in your chest, you stand firm in your decision.

“leave.”

levi’s body goes rigid, his fingers gripping your waist harshly as his voice grows quiet. “we can do this the hard way or the easy way — your choice... but, you’re staying with me whether you want to or not.”

levi takes your silence as an agreement, lapping at and kissing the focal points of your pheromones to mask your scent with his own. “‘m gonna make sure everyone knows you’re mine.” he breathes, a quiet groan leaving his lips.

his movements become more frantic, nipping at your skin in between planting open mouthed kisses against any visible flesh. “i’ll fuck you until the only thing you can remember is my name — until the only scent on you is mine.”

[appleblueberry-pie]

currently going insane over the lack of Yandere!Armin x reader, please deliver 😭🙏

I Know You Like You Know Me

In which Armin Arlert is getting ready to confess to his friend that is also his muse and he secretly calls his lover. He was very patient and articulated very carefully how he decided to approach you with his obsession over you for so long, until one day you call him out on his behavior. He tries to cover his tracks, but you aren't one to fool.

Text Breaker by @cafekitsune

wc: 3,703 words. i needed this badly. thanks for the request.

Armin told himself to give it a few days before he confesses. And usually he would take the first chance possible to talk to you if he picked up on something that needed communicating for. But this was bigger than just a simple argument. Bigger than needing help with homework or finding out how you're going to pay off your tuition, because all of these things he knows how to control and handle. He always finds a way to make things right for you. But this...he can't control this. All these years of studying your mind, your actions and little habits, he doesn't know if you'll give a promising yes. He needs a yes from you. He needs you to need him. Just giving basic interest is enough to please him. Fuck, just giving him a chance is all he needs to show you he's everything you'd ever want and need.

For the millionth time that day, he fiddles with his fingers, staring at the ground in deep thought. "Armin...?" The sound of a familiar saccharine voice has him pulling his head up to the sight of you. The worry melts off his face and, instead, paint a natural smile. "Y/n....I didn't realize your class was over yet. I would've met you by the door." He stands to offer his seat to you. You accept and go to sit down, feeling him take your backpack from off your shoulders. "Oh, you don't have to." "No, no, it's fine." He puts it on for you and watches you watch him. He shoves his hands in his pocket to not embarrass himself and feels heat on his neck when you don't break eye contact. "Are you alright? I tried texting you a few minutes before my class ended and you didn't respond. You looked worried when I found you." He shakes his head. "No, I'm totally fine. I promise. Just thinking about if you ate anything yet," He lies. You look up in thought. "Oh, okay. Oh...yeah, I didn't eat anything today." Armin's smile drops and he pulls you to your feet to drag you in the direction of the cafeteria. "What? Why not? Didn't you eat the breakfast I packed for you?" He gives you a concerned look and you remember finding the randomly placed hot meal in your dorm room this morning. You meant to ask him about that. "Wait, that was you? How did you even get into my dorm-" "You need to eat at least three meals a day. This is why you have headaches, right?" He takes you through the cafeteria doors and you purse your lips at him dodging the question. His hand went from your arm to your hand, holding it like it was meant to be there.

He's been throwing you off these past few weeks. And you want to drop it because he is your friend and you've known him for so long. But you catch him staring at you. Hard. It's always when you're not looking and he thinks you're unaware of it, but his gaze is too strong to ignore even if you wanted to. You also know he overthinks everything you tell him because when you tell him about your classes(the only time you're NOT together), you watch him think over your words as if he's playing it in his head. Like he was there when it happened and was trying to see if your memory was correct. Not only that, certain problems have been reoccurring. And for some reason, these creepy things keep happening to you and it always seems too conveniently strategized, like it was specifically meant to happen to you, for you, like the person knew you. You don't even like thinking too hard about the details, knowing how you get when you're paranoid. And the only person you can tell about your issues is Armin. But what if.....

There's a plate of meatloaf and mashed potatoes in front of you. Armin placed it there. He also has a plate, but his doesn't look as good as yours. Gravy sits on top of the mashed potatoes, so beautifully plated. You got a better slice of meatloaf than him. He stares at you, waiting for you to start eating. You pick up your fork and knife, beginning to eat. It's better than you thought and you realize you did need this. He starts eating when you do.

"I know you didn't eat earlier too." "It's not about me." You give him a stern look. He smiles at you. You sink back into your thoughts while you eat and Armin quickly catches onto your silence. He stares at your blank face. He wants to disrupt your peace, but you've already had a long day.

The rest of the day is spent the same way it was yesterday and the day before. Wake up, go to classes, text Armin between classes, meet at the end of your last class, eat, go back to either yours or his dorm to study, talk, go to bed, repeat. If he wasn't so adamant of sticking together all the time, you would probably have more friends and wouldn't be stuck on campus all of the time. As messed up as that sounds, it's true.

The clock on your wall goes twice as slow as you count down the seconds that this "mandatory" study session takes to end. You knew about this chapter already, having studied it over the weekend when you woke up earlier than you usually would. You watch Armin point at the sentence mentioning something important that you don't really care about anymore and you look up at him. He's already looking at you, waiting for you to show that you understood the words coming out of his mouth.

".....Yeah." He smiles and nods, moving onto the next page. You interrupt his focus, calling out to him, "Um...I think I'm ready to take a break now." He doesn't lift his head from the textbook, pointing a finger up, "..Okay, just in a few minutes, it's a little more in this section that I want to make sure you understand." Before you could control it, you heaved a sigh, shoulders slouching. You hated when he made you do things on his terms. It felt way too controlling and you were beginning to get sick of it. His head snaps up at the sound you make, silence filling the room. You don't look at him, focusing your eyes on the desk in front of you.

"We can take a ten minute break."

He closes the textbook and runs a hand through his hair. "Sorry. I guess I just got a little too deep into the material for a second." He awkwardly smiles, expecting you to respond. But you don't say anything in return. He hesitates, but eventually looks over at you, watching you scroll on your phone. He didn't like your silence. He usually can correctly predict you filling in the silence whenever you feel like you have to. But now, you aren't really responding to anything he's saying and he doesn't know what to do. "Did I do something wrong?"

You put your phone down and look over at him. "You've been pretty controlling lately." His heart drops at your words and he automatically sits up straighter. "W-well, I just....have been trying to make sure that you're on the right track recently. You know, with midterms coming up, responsibilities are-" "Okay, yeah. But you're not my parent or anything. We're both grown adults here." Your face is like stone, unmoving, stern and....intimidating. Armin clenches his jaw. Why are you looking at him like this? Talking to him like this? Is he not being a good lover friend?

More silence between the two of you fills the air. Armin's stomach begins to turn.

"....Sorry. I just want to look out for you. I didn't mean for it to come out any other way. I just...care. That's all." You purse your lips before returning to your phone. Armin averts his gaze and finds himself messing with his fingers. How long has he been doing that? He clenches his hands to attempt to hide his nervousness and stares down at the textbook on the table. This wasn't going to be a good look on him. How is he going to confess when you look at him like that? He's never gotten that from you before. Maybe it's something you two need to discuss later on. Yeah. He'll give this a few days to settle. And if it comes up again, he'll find a way to make it up to you. It just....can't happen now. Not when he's so close to getting you to be his.

The rest of the night passes with the usual routine. By the time you're done getting ready for bed, Armin finished dropping all of his things off at his dorm. He takes a deep breath, sitting on his bed. He needs to go to sleep. He lays down on his bed, on top of the covers, still fully clothed and an arm over his eyes. He's tired and completely drained from today. He needs to go to sleep. Images of you flash in his mind. You eating. Your enticing gaze. Your frown. Your pouting. Your smile. Your smell. He needs to go to sleep. He clenches his jaw, imagining holding you in a tight hug, your body molding perfectly into his, your warmth in his hands and the smell of you imprinting on his brain. Everyday, you remind him of why he's crazy over you and you don't even have to try too hard. He just wants you all to himself.

I need to go to sleep, he tells himself as he speeds towards your room again. He timed it perfectly last time. He knows your full night routine takes about forty minutes. And he surely spent every single one of those minutes thinking to himself how soft your lips taste and how your hands feel on him. His body feels numb, but fully functioning. Blood rushing through his veins, making him sweat at just the thought of you. He hates, absolutely despises, this side of himself. He feels like he lost control of his mind, letting his body tell the story every time he gets this way. He thought he stopped this habit over a month ago, but here he is, ready to see you again. He needs to see you. At least check that you're okay. That's just what he tells himself, but he knows he's only here because he wants a reason to stare at you.

There's a plain of grass behind the dorm building you live in. You're conveniently placed on the first floor, your window at the perfect height for Armin to peek in, and that's exactly where he is, peeking in past your blinds to your sleeping form. His breath fastens, but he tries to stay quiet in case he's too loud. He looks around to make sure no one is out here, but it's just grass and the moon shining down on him.

Fuck, you look so beautiful. That's the big shirt you always wear to sleep. He doesn't know if you have your sleep shorts on underneath the blanket, but that doesn't matter. No...it never took much. His hand sneaks down to the stiff bulge between his legs, eyes stuck on your form. This is wrong. He told himself it's wrong and he knows you'd absolutely hate him for this. But thinking about your eyes on him has him grabbing his hard-on through the pants.

Your hot breath on his neck, telling him he's all you can think about.

Promises of staying together until death tears you apart from each other.

He needs you to want him. He needs you to need him.

Sweat drips down his forehead and his eyebrows are knit together, eyes squeezed shut as he lets himself believe the dream. One hand on the cold wall, the other squeezing his throbbing cock. Fluid leaks from his tip, making the friction a little better than before. He imagines it's you touching him instead of his own hand and it makes his soft pants turn into soft whimpers. He wishes you saw him fucking his own hand just to let him into your room and hold you. He wishes you'd love him and let him love you the way you deserve. He wants nothing more than to just be with you and it aches that you can't see that he loves you.

He opens his eyes and peeks into your window again. Still asleep. But now you're facing his direction. There's those beautiful eyes. Those eyelashes, cheeks, lips and nose that he adores. Open your eyes please, he tells himself in his mind. He wants to see those eyes on him just once, knowing it'd ruin everything between the two of you. He wishes he was in your room again like last time. Being in the closet is so much more intimate than standing outside the window. He misses the smell of you and the sound of your snores. Fuck, he's close.

His knees can't hold up for longer and his thighs are wobbling. His hand tightly grips what it can of the wall and his eyes nearly roll when you shift again. His forehead rests against the wall as he spurts out onto the grass, whatever thought going on in his head melting away entirely. Little gasps leave his mouth as he drains himself, hand slowing down.

He sits there for a second to catch his breath. Silence and a cool breeze brings him back to Earth. He opens his eyes, dizzy. This should be the last time. But he doesn't seem to hold himself to the small promise when worst comes to worst. When he looks into your room again, you're not there anymore. He freezes, body rigid. Did you see him? Did he wake you up? Where did you go? He quickly pulls his pants back up and when he's about to leave, you still don't come back.

He takes his leave.

Today, you complain to him that you didn't really get rest last night. He can't get those words out of his mind. 'Yeah, I don't know, I just couldn't really stay asleep,' you said. It seems too convenient to him. He was paranoid the entire time you two ate. Every time he looks up at your face now, you seem to not really realize how important those words mean to him. The sun was beginning to go down by the time you two reach his dorm room to study. Time felt slow like he was anticipating something shitty to happen, but you didn't really seem to care about how he felt. He hopes it doesn't show on his face.

When you smile up at him, his face relaxes a little. You were talking to him more today. He feels bad because he hasn't really been speaking much. You ask him questions about your homework and he answers. You even cracked a joke, laughing at it yourself. It gets him to loosen up a little. You must've had a bad day yesterday. He hopes it doesn't get like that again.

He offers you a snack during the study break. You accept the granola bar and begins to snack on it. While you eat, he slips out of the room to go to the bathroom.

He walks down the hall, taking his time. His head is low as a few football players pass him, loud and disruptive. He watches them go into a dorm room, not really caring about how annoying they all are to everyone else on the floor. Armin opens the bathroom door, passing his reflection in the mirror. He isn't like them. Isn't as tall as them. Doesn't have their humor. Isn't muscular or anything. He's nerdy, talkative, and doesn't have anything going for him besides his obsession over you. He couldn't fix himself even if he wanted to. But he will do anything if it meant making your life as fulfilling as possible. You're his only hope. His air. His soon to be lover. He's gonna make it right. He has to.

When he comes back, you're back to your work, reading the textbook. He sits down next to you and skims to where he last was. It's silence for a little bit, then he feels your eyes on him. He slowly looks up, meeting your eyes. He gives you a small smile, expecting you to say something. But you just stare at him. His smile stops growing as he watches you stand up.

"Stand up."

He wants to say something, but goes against it, curiosity taking over his will to speak. He stands and looks over at you. You're staring through him. But it's not a stare he's used to. You look like you're looking to humiliate him or something. It makes his neck heat up.

"Is there something that you want to tell me?"

Armin has a million thoughts of all the pervy shit he did not too long ago and settles on shaking his head. "No...? Why? Is something wrong?" A scowl grows on your face at his answer. Does she know? The question flashes through his mind before he can stop it and his heart begins to race. Not now. You walk around to the other side of the desk to lean on his night stand by his bed. "Come over here."

He meets you by his night stand and runs one of his hands through his hair. "I-if something's wrong, please tell me. I don-" "Open this." You point at the top drawer. There's three. You just asked for the first one. His stomach drops at the realization. You looked through his shit. You know about your underwear in his drawer. You saw that he's a nasty fucking stalker that snuck into your room and used your clothes to get off. You hate him. You don't love him anymore.

Your eyebrow raised at his face. Armin is suddenly completely frozen and is staring at you with a disturbing expression you can't describe. You wave a hand in front of his face. It doesn't make him move or blink. You knew he was up to some shady shit. You step forward and that makes him move. "Armin, open it." He opens it. Regular school materials. Pencils. Tape. Sticky notes. A small, hand-sized notebook. You close the drawer.

"Open this one."

Everything he worked so hard for. Years and years of dealing with his own mental state, learning about how to handle himself before he approaches you. Patience got him this far only to ruin it for himself in the end. He doesn't feel so good. He feels sick. His head begins pounding. Armin shakes his head, his eyes glossy.

He sees the anger in your eyes. How long have you known? You go to open the drawer yourself, but his hand clutches yours with a strength you didn't know he had. The grip is too tight and it hurts. You turn your head. His eyes are wide open, veins poking out of his forehead and neck as he pants. "Don't." A surge of energy bursts through you as you snatch your hand away from him.

"I already fucking know what's in there, Armin. You think I'm stupid? All these months of you stalking me. Following me into my class, sitting in the back of a room like a fucking weirdo. Babying me all of the time. Treating me like your wife when I've never even seen you as anything more than a friend. You know, I tried." You begin to rant and Armin shakes his head as if that was going to stop the truth from pouring out of your lips.

"I really wanted this to work between us. But....you don't know how to be normal. I just wanted something normal, I wanted a normal college life, I wanted friends and to party on the weekends.....and do all of these fun things that would...make me feel like me. You just like having someone to control-"

"That's not true! I really do love you! I want you to be happy, just- just tell me whatever-" He gives you a desperate look, reaching his hands out to you even though you back away at every step he takes forward. "No, no, no. Not with you. I can't always be with you. Don't you understand that?" You looked like you were trying to keep piece of your patience and sanity together, and Armin wasn't any better.

"But I love you, Y/n." He closes the gap between you, a distance he dreamed of closing between the two of you. Your eyes widened, hopefully in realization and love, he thinks. His hands hold yours, you stare up at him while he looks down to you just like he always wished to. He ignores your shaking hands. "I've loved you for as long as i've known you. You- you make my heart beat. I think of you when I wake up and go to sleep. I make you meals in the morning, keeping you in mind. I want to wake up with you there and go to sleep with you in my arms. Everything I dream of at night can be with you because you complete me. You're all I need."

His face relaxed into a loving gaze. It looks so true, so real. You never watched a man's face go through emotions so quickly before. Never met someone so obsessed with someone he can't have. His heart skips a beat at every breath you take and you finally realize that the man you've allowed into your life is someone you were told about a million times. He's a stranger. A monster with delusions strong enough to kill reality. This isn't Armin Arlert. You don't know who this man is.

Silence.

It's okay, he thinks. It does take a second to process a love confession. His gaze goes down to your lips, waiting for a yes to come out.

[yourlocaltrashcan657]

Mental Hospital AU! Yandere! Attack on Titan x Female Reader ~| Reiner Ending |~

“Y/N! I told Erwin you weren’t with the rest of the group and he went mad. He sent a whole group just to look for you!” Moblit said.

”Moblit.! Where is everyone?” Y/N asked.

”Hange and Erwin are getting some doctors out of here whilst everyone else looks for anyone injured or in need to help.” Moblit explained.

”L-let’s get going.” Y/N said as the two quickly walked away and into the dimly lit hallway.

The lights were still a dark red and some of the hallways weren’t even visible so the pair avoided those areas. Most hallways were either trashed or were empty to the point were even that was suspicious.

”Did anyone find any patients.?” Y/N asked.

”We’ve found a few from other peoples Wards but not any from your Ward. I think some of the children escaped too..” Moblit said.

”What about the emergency exits? Are they blocked off?” Y/N asks nervously.

”A few are which is good because the patients can’t leave. But bad for us because we can’t leave either.” Moblit muttered.

The two walked in silence once again to prevent any sort of surprise attack from the patients, until Moblit radio started to report something.

”H-Hange?! Where are you guys? I have Y/N with me.” Moblit spoke into the radio.

“We’re in the Cafeteria. Come over here now.”  Hange said on the radio.

”O-okay!” Moblit said before looking at Y/N. “Hange and Erwin are in the Cafeteria. Hange told me to go there now.”

”Let’s go then!” Y/N said before rushing towards the Cafeteria.

For some reason, the hallways were cleaner and more silent than the ones Y/N had seen before. She shrugged it off as they continued walking in and out of hallways.

”By any chance.. did you happen to see and of my friends?” Y/N asked.

”I did see them, yes. I was able to get them out safely so that they wouldn’t stay here longer.” Moblit answered whilst smiling at her.

”Thank you Moblit.” Y/N said before reaching the Cafeteria doors.

The two walked in and looked around the Cafeteria, confused. No one was there.. all of the plastic utensils seemed to be scattered along with trays and plates. Hange and Erwin were no where to be seen.

”Are you sure they said Cafeteria?” Y/N asked.

”M-maybe they are at the exit and are waiting for us outside.” Moblit said.

They walked towards the exit and saw two duffel bags. Curious, Moblit opened them and instantly backed away with a disgusted look on his face.

”M-Moblit.? What happened.. what’s in the bag?” Y/N asked whilst stepping forward.

”N-No! Don’t look in there!” Moblit exclaimed but it was too late.

Opening the bag, Y/N saw a body bruised and beaten to the point where it looked unrecognisable. She fell backwards and let out a small whimper.

”W-who is that?!” Y/N asked.

”They have goggles.” Moblit muttered under his breath. “It’s Hange.”

”I can’t even imagine what’s in the other bag.” Y/N said as she clasped a hand over her mouth, trying not to vomit. “If I had to guess.. it must be Erwin.!”

”I’ll go get help. Y/N, you stay here and radio me with this extra radio.” Moblit said whilst handing Hange’s radio. “I’ll be right back with people or supplies.”

Moblit ran off, leaving Y/N near the duffel bags. Clattering noises could be heard from a distance, making Y/N shift towards the bodies a bit closer. There was just something wrong about this. Hange and Erwin were in the Cafeteria but now they were in the duffel bags? There was no blood on the floor meaning.. the person on the radio wasn’t Hange.

Grabbing the radio, Y/N began twisting the volume and dialled Moblits radio.

“M-Moblit! Can you hear me?!” Y/N spoke into the radio. “Moblit are you okay?!”

A hand calloused Y/N’s mouth and an arm wrapped around her stomach. The figure pulled her back into their chest and shushed her muffled screams.

”Darling, I’ve been looking for you!” The voice called out. 

In the corner of her eye, Y/N saw Reiner. In that moment she struggled in his grasp, making him tighten his grip around her. He continued to shush her until she eventually stopped moving and began to breathe heavily.

”Good girl. I didn’t want to use that drug on you, it’s bad for a pretty girl like you.” Reiner said as he continued to hold her.

”Oi Reiner. What do we do about the bodies?” Porco asked.

”Just leave them here or throw them away. Colt should be arriving any moment now and Connie is still wandering the Hospital since he hasn’t found Y/N.” Reiner muttered.

”R-Reiner. You should let Y/N go now.! She must be feeling scared right now-“ Bertolt began to say as he looked at Y/N.

”No Bertolt.” Reiner bluntly said as he cradled her.

Soon, Colt had arrived with a bag of supplies and walked towards the group. He stood next to a little boy with blonde hair just like him. Beside the boy was a young, brunette girl who looked similar to Reiner and beside her was Pieck.

“Zeke’s outside with a van. We have to get going now.” Annie said as she walked in and saw everyone. “Y/N..”

”Don’t speak to her, Annie.” Reiner said as he looked at Y/N. “If I move my hand, will you promise not to scream?”

Y/N nodded quickly and soon Reiner move his hand off her mouth. She gasped as soon as the hand moved, finally letting her breath again. Bertolt bent to her level and reached out to help her but soon backed away, scared he might hurt her.

”I won’t tell anyone!” Y/N coughed out, making Reiner look at her confused.

”What’re you talking about?” Reiner asked as he still held her.

”I promise I won’t tell the authorities if you just let me go! My friends are-“ Y/N started to say before Reiner slapped his hand in front of her mouth again.

”Don’t say stuff like that, Darling.” Reiner said. “You’re coming with us whether you like it or not.”

”R-Reiner! Let her breath please!” Bertolt begged.

”She’s gotta learn to behave and not say stuff like that.” Reiner replied before turning to his ‘friends’. “You guys get going with Bertolt. I’ll handle her.”

”R-Reiner. What are we going to do when we escape?” the small brunette asked.

”Don’t worry Gabi. Zeke has it figured out.” Reiner reassured as everyone started to leave.

Tears trickled down Y/N’s face and onto Reiners hand, making him look at her unhappy. Annie and Pieck looked sympathetically at Y/N and mouthed a ‘sorry’ at her before rushing the kids out. Colt and Porco held bags on their back and rushed out after them and into a van.

”Darling, why are you crying?” Reiner asked. “Just think about it! You and I can get married, have those kids I was talking about and we can have so much fun together. Imagine how pretty you’ll look when you’re all dressed up in that wedding dress-“

”R-Reiner.” Bertolt interrupted nervously. Reiner looked at the sweating boy in anger.

”I thought I told you to go in the van. What is it?” Reiner asked, annoyed.

”I thought we agreed to share Y/N..” Bertolt said.

”Right.. did you actually think I was going to share such a beautiful goddess with you? You’ve been pissing me off ever since we agreed on Y/N coming with us.” Reiner said.

”B-but you promised.!” Bertolt said.

Reiner moved his hand from Y/N’s mouth to throat and held her to his chest. With his other hand, Reiner pulled out a pistol from his back pocket and held it, pointing Bertolt.

“N-No! Stop it! Reiner don’t shoot-“ Y/N screamed out.

”Quiet Baby. I don’t want to put this in your mouth and shoot you too.” Reiner said as he smirked at Bertolt, who has stepped back.

The gun sound itself was terrifying and the scene before Y/N was even worse. Bertolt dropped to the floor as the multiple wounds let out blood.

”There’s no one to stop us Darling!~” Reiner said excitedly as he began to pepper her neck with kisses.

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Stuck in a room. Chained by the ankle with a leg iron. Only socialising with him, her kids and occasionally Annie, Pieck and Gabi. Y/N looked at the clock, Reiner would be coming home soon.

”Mommy! When is dad coming home to play?” Chase asked.

”S-soon honey.” Y/N said as she looked at her eldest son. “Go get your brothers, dinner is ready and we’re just waiting for-“

The front door opened to reveal Reiner, who looked tired.

”Guys! Dads home!” Chase yelled out.

Two other boys came running downstairs and hugged their dad. Reiner hugged them back and ruffled their hair before telling them to go wash their hands for dinner. Making his way to Y/N, he sat beside and pulled her into his lap and kissed her passionately.

”Did you have a good day, Darling?” Reiner asked. Y/N hummed in response, making Reiner annoyed.

”Speak with your words, I want to hear your voice. You don’t want to go back in the basement do you? It hurt me and you the last time I punished you like that.” Reiner whispered.

“I h-had a good day.” Y/N quickly said.

”That’s nice. I don’t see my new boy anywhere.. is he sleeping?” Reiner asked.

”I put him in h-his crib. Luke and Ryder were watching over h-him.” Y/N said, making Reiner smile.

”That’s good. Let’s have dinner now, the boys are waiting.” Reiner said.

“Yes..” Y/N muttered.

“Yes what? Don’t make me remind you especially after all these years, baby.” Reiner threatened making Y/N gulp.

”Yes Darling.” Y/N whispered.

”Well done. Love you babe.” Reiner said whilst picker her up and carrying her to the table.

[lovedeathalice]

Suffocate

𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑬𝒓𝒆𝒏 𝑱. 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

⊱ sʏɴᴏᴘsɪs: A small discreet act of rebellion goes wrong. You know you shouldn't have done it– but now, you're going to learn the hard way.

A/N: This one's for u @lovereren man we were going CRAZY with these ideas lmfao ilysm❤️

This is a random side scenario far down the line after 𝐂𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 takes place. Please read the tags, and to whoever somehow finds this, enjoy :)

⊱ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: heavy physical and verbal abuse, mentions of birth control, implied rape/noncon, uses of derogatory terms

Word count: 1.1k

𝟷𝟾+, ᴍɪɴᴏʀs ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ.

•━━ꕥ━━•

It's been a few hours since you delivered your baby.

You sit there, still in silent shock. Not only from the severe stress your body endured during labor, but from the fact that you can't process just how you still got pregnant.

For the past 9 months, you've done nothing but rethink all the precautions you took to prevent another pregnancy. Birth control. Cleaning out Eren's cum from inside of you when he's asleep. And so much more.

And yet you still ended up with a positive pregnancy test in your hands.

Why?

In the midst of your stupor, you're shaken up by the door being pushed open.

None other than your husband, Eren, enters the room. He's donned in one of those countless pristine suits of his, striding in with his air of suffocating confidence and a sinister expression plastered on his face.

He walks up to you, standing next to the hospital bed, hands in the pockets of his slacks. He reaches a hand out and you lightly flinch, making Eren click his teeth in disapproval.

He continues to place his hand on your cheek, stroking it softly.

"How's the baby, hm?"

"The baby is... fine."

"Mmm."

You slowly sit up as Eren stands there beside you, quiet and observing. The air always feels unbearably suffocating every time he's present. You just wish he would leave.

In the corner of your vision, you see Eren fish something out of the pocket in his blazer. Something is smacked down harshly onto the bedside table, and you flinch violently at the sound.

You quickly look over to see what it is, and your blood freezes.

The birth control.

Your eyes widen, and that familiar ice cold sensation of horror floods your veins.

"What's this. Hm?"

Your mouth gapes like a fish out of water, immediately grappling for excuses as to why you'd have such a thing in your possession.

"It's– it's for a condition I have. I can explain–"

"Shut your fucking mouth." Eren spits with absolute indignation, glaring at you in fury.

"Do you think I'm fucking stupid? Huh?" He leans over you, caging you in with his arms. "Did you actually think that I wouldn't find out? That you'd be a disobedient fucking whore and take this shit?"

You have no excuse now. You have no idea what to do.

So you beg. You beg for his forgiveness.

Tears begin to flood your eyes, obscuring your vision. "Baby, please. I'm so sorry. I am so so sorry. Please. I just– I just wanted to rest for a little bit. Pregnancy is very hard for me, and... and..." Your voice trails off with a pathetic little whimper, as you cast your eyes down towards your hands. You begin to full on sob, praying to any force out there that Eren would somehow, somewhat have mercy on you this one single time. Just this once, you begin to chant in your head. But of course, it's nothing but wishful thinking.

Because he doesn't.

Your yell of surprise is cut off as Eren's large veiny hands wrap around your throat, squeezing it with all he has and robbing you of your ability to breathe.

You cough and sputter, kicking out your legs weakly as the tears spill down your face.

He brings his face right in front of yours, the tips of your noses touching. Your pupils dilate in fear, locked onto the monster in front of you. His sharp emerald eyes pierce right through your own and into your soul, siezing your entire being in absolute fear.

"Don't you ever. Fucking. Cross me like that again. You fuckin' hear me, bitch?"

You try to nod, but Eren's hands are still constricting your windpipes, preventing you from speaking.

"You like to play dumb all the time, don't you? Dumb fucking whore."

Finally, he releases your throat, and instantly, you're sent into a hysterical fit of coughs, face purple and a thin sheen of sweat coating your forehead and temples. "I'm sorry Eren–"

Your face snaps to the side. For a little moment, the world is silent, and the only thing cutting through the silence is a static ringing noise throughout your ears.

Eren had slapped you senseless.

You're brought back to the present by Eren grabbing your face and turning it to face him.

"By taking this fucking shit–" he nudges his head towards the bedside table where the birth control rests "–you're mistreating my fucking property. You are my fucking property. I've told you before that you're not. Fucking. Allowed. To take this shit. But you keep disobeying me like you always do."

Your chest is choked up with sobs, and you can only sit there as Eren glares down at you.

Eren releases your face. You hesitantly try to bring up a hand to rub your cheek, but Eren grabs it, squeezing it and making you whimper in pain.

Once again, he puts his face right in front of yours. His face twists into a sick sneer, in an unsettling mixture between anger and arrogance.

"You really like getting punished, huh?"

"Baby–"

"Shut the fuck up. When we get home... I'm gonna teach you a fucking lesson. Be grateful that I'm not doing it right here."

You stay silent, heeding his commands. You have nothing to do. You have nothing to say.

"You're mine. I fucking own you. Your thoughts, your actions, every single fucking part of you is mine, and when I say there's something you can't do, you better fucking listen. Understand?"

You stay silent, gaze still downcast.

"I said fucking LOOK AT ME!!" Eren roars in your face, grabbing a fistful of your hair to lift your head off the bed as he jerks it closer to his face.

"Yes! Yes, I'm sorry Eren, I didn't mean to stay quiet! Please baby, I'm sorry." You sob pathetically, earning a glare of disgust from Eren.

Eren grits his teeth and growls. "When we get home... you're gonna fucking get it. I don't fucking care if the whole house hears. If the kids hear. I'm gonna teach you nice & properly that you're fucking mine. And you better not mess with me again. Understand?"

You have nothing you can do. Nothing you can say.

Submissively, you raise your gaze to meet his. Your lips still quiver from the shock of being beaten, trembling in the presence of your husband.

"Yes. Yes, I understand."

"That's a good little wife."

He grabs your face and kisses you roughly, forcing his tongue into your mouth, moaning at the taste of your tears. He forcefully molds his lips onto yours, and you lay there and take it.

Finally Eren lets you go, letting your head harshly fall back onto the hospital bed.

He storms out, and you instantly break down, crumpling up in defeat.

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[yoru-no-seiiki]

YANDERE ! EREN JAEGER X READER HEADCANNONS

TW/CW: mdni, yandere themes, masturbation.

Have some headcannons while I wait for my henna to dry/watch the first season with my cousin.

I wish there were more who wrote for Canon! Eren. Like don’t get me wrong, Modern AU Eren is hot but I mean, fuckboys can be seen everywhere.

But Canon! Eren is batshit insane and that’s exactly what I love about him. I wish they at least add that to his modern counterpart instead of making him a basic bad boy but I mean if that’s what they’re into 🤷‍♂️

Anyways Exhibit A of why Eren in all eras is my fave AOT character:

Like I said, he’s batshit insane.

He has directly killed 2 people by the age of nine, and assisted in killing the third. Although this is out of self defense it still can’t be denied HOW HE TReateD THE SECOND DUDE HOLY SHIT- THE AMOUNT OF TIMES HE STABBED HIM.

Normal kids would just be terrified, maybe be even fight blinding and/or cry, probably even run tf away. But ya boi brought a knife and even deceived the person at the door.

EXHIBIT B:

He’d be a great yandere.

Let’s say that we age up our cast and make 18 the minimum age of enlistment (making him 21 around the attack of Trost).

Trainee Eren has the will of fucking steel. He’ll do whatever it takes to wipe out titan-kind, to make the cruel world he lived in finally know true peace.

To be with you in that new world he’ll build.

You were one of his fellow trainees. Someone who unconditionally believed and supported his desire to see the outside world. You didn’t treat him like a child as Mikasa did, and you weren’t so oddly distant when it came to his help and presence like Armin.

At first it started as a crush. An infatuation towards your looks and kind demeanor which morphed into a twisted sense of love.

You were the only one that understood him, that resonated with his wavelength.

He definitely frequently masturbated to your image. Stress was a known issue amongst trainees and soldiers alike. Many drank to rid themselves of such a problem. But to him just the thought of you two becoming one gave him relief and pleasure that any form of alcohol could never give. In the aftermath of the Trost incident, when faced with your unconscious, battered body he pulls a Shinji and jerks one off. Covering you with his release.

You think you’ll leave his mind once he gets busy with being a titan-shifter and the future of Eldia and such but nope.

Eren only has you and the new world he promised in his heart, body and soul. And that’ll never change.

EXHIBIT C:

Eren believes in freedom first and foremost.

So none of that kidnapping. At least in earlier years. He just wants you to be happy and safe. He’s more of the type to hurt others for your sake rather than be abusive and take away your rights.

Eren in later seasons has the capacity to keep you isolated, and that he will.

Like in other (unfortunately rare) fics of him, he keeps you in a farm land with a bunch of loyalists. If reader is afab! or has the ability to bear a child (for those with abo ocs or something idk) he’ll tell them that you are bearing his child and the future inheritor of his powers.

Otherwise he’ll come up with other excuses like having you as a tactician or war-hero they have to pay respects to.

He’ll give you as much freedom as he can provide while keeping you away from danger.

Though one might argue that his version of freedom for you is just an illusion.

[ackerifle]

Hello! Can you please do a scenario where reader comes to help Levi do paperwork in his office and he offers her some tea. She doesn't think much of it and drinks the tea, but soon starts to feel dizzy before going unconscious. The next day, she wakes up in his bed, naked, and wrapped in his arms.

paperwork date!

yan. captain levi ackerman x fem vice captain. reader

+ CW. — abuse of power & authority, drugging, slight gaslighting, implied: rape/non-con & somnophilia.

you are starting to believe that captain levi’s office is becoming yours with how often you spend your time there. even your fellow special operations squadmates tease you for your absence now that you’ve taken on the new — and quite precarious — position as vice captain. although you have yet to find a plausible reason as to why the captain promoted you in the first place, let alone allowed your entry into his meticulously handpicked squad. and coincidentally, you simply cannot recall the last time you had a break from captain levi’s overbearing presence, and his room, since becoming his vice captain.

oftentimes, at this late hour in the evening, it is you who brews and brings tea for captain levi— per his request, that is, and for whatever godforsaken reason that he has yet to divulge, but who are you to defy orders? the first day you had been requested to his office to assist with the arduous hours of labor that was completing paperwork, you had thought to prepare some tea. it was meant to be a kind, one-time, gesture of reassurance and camaraderie from your end. but now you fear that your captain’s become rather spoiled, as the second time around when you had showed up empty handed, he looked far from pleased.

so alas, you come to a standstill in front of his office’s door. pitch perfect posture, not a thread misplaced on your uniform, and hands settled onto the handles of a small silver platter tray. your eyes absentmindedly drift to the contents atop the salver: a ceramic teapot that is far too nice to have been found in the survey corps, two matching cups and saucers of the same lavish set, a dainty teaspoon, a creamer, and a bowl for sugar cubes accompanied by sugar tongs; and even though you know quite well that he doesn’t utilize the latter two dishware, you are adamant about keeping them for formality's sake. but you can’t help but feel that you’ve neglected to include something in the assortment.

due to your hands being held hostage by the tea that captain levi was so persistent on you delivering, you clear your throat to announce your arrival, “sir, it’s vice captain name.” he doesn’t entertain your salutation with a response of his own, but rather, gauchely slams open the door with concerning haste. you dwell on the fact that it was just too fast, even for someone of his caliber, almost inhumanely so, and it makes you speculate if levi was stationed right at the entrance, waiting for you.

levi’s expression is unreadable, but his frown is apparent as ever. he’s blocking the doorway with his body, one hand holding the door at arms length, and the other pointing inside the room towards the desk at the center of his office, “you, inside. now.” his voice is stern, addressing you as if he were reprimanding you for insubordination. it causes you to grimace, but you know better than to test levi’s last nerve.

you step inside, cautious as to not tip over any of the cups, or cause the tea you had spent such a fastidious amount of time brewing to overflow out past the flange of the teapot. hurriedly and heedfully all in the same, you navigate your way to the guest-side front of levi’s desk, avoiding the chair and stacks of paperwork in your way; and you are beyond attentive whilst lowering the silver plate down until it is completely flat on the table. you don’t release your white knuckled grip on the handles until you see the contents on the platter tray have stopped trembling. had you not been so immersed in your soundless struggle to appease levi’s strict cleanliness standards, you would have picked up on the sound of the door being locked.

sighing softly, relieved, you slump your shoulders and pull the chair beside you by its crest rail, wincing when it scrapes against the floor and creating an obnoxious screech in retaliation, before taking a seat. levi enters your line of vision from the left, and you flinch when he cuts unnecessarily close to you, enough for you to feel his uniform’s coat brush past yours, but not enough to feel his body beneath it. a scowl instinctively makes its way on your face, one that you cannot hide, and you’re thankful he didn’t catch it, faced away from you entirely. levi swivels his heel with sharp precision once he’s stood on his side of the desk, standing in front of his chair, but he doesn’t sit.

there is a pair of inkwells on the desk, wedged between the piles of untouched documents, and you take hold of the one that still has its lid sealed on. near to the opened inkwell are a couple of feather pens, one is in rough condition, and two seem untainted by the ink and whatever iron grip they were unfortunately subjected to for the past few hours. you retrieve the one furthest from the middle of the table, and when it finally dawns on you that levi has still yet to make a move to sit down after a lengthy silence, you hesitantly tilt your head to take a glance in his direction.

he appears in deep thought, concentrated on something beyond your immediate comprehension, until you follow his gaze down to the silver tray. and now that you bring your attention to it, the tea has a delightful aroma to it, and smells as though it’s finally been steeped long enough— “you forgot the strainer.” levi isn’t pointing it out, he’s chastising you.

pesky tea leaves, curse you. perhaps an oversight on your part, the one that you had intuitively sensed earlier but could not place a finger to, but minuscule as a stand-alone mishap. how mean of him, really, it was as if levi was trying to find something he could fault you in. and considering the scrupulous amount of time he took to detect such a minor mistake, he would not be satisfied until he did. you can’t ascertain whether it’s because levi loathes the thought of you doing anything right without his personal interference, or he simply gets a power trip by nitpicking at you. you’re starting to believe it’s both.

“i’m sorry, i can go get one right now—” levi interrupts you, or more fittingly, silences you, without even so much as uttering a word. he takes the handle of the teapot with the two fingers of his right hand, mindful of its fragility, and gathering the teacups together in his left hand. “nonsense, i already have one.”

levi turns his back to you, setting the ceramics atop the dressers lined up on the wall behind his desk. without missing a beat, he locates the drawer containing this supposed strainer with ease, and sure enough, a tiny mesh tea strainer can be seen pinched between his pointer finger and thumb. of course captain levi has this in his office, he may as well have the whole tea set hidden in that drawer, and of course, captain levi can compensate for every single flaw and shortcoming his vice captain has.

his fondness for the craft is evident as he takes it into his own hands to strain the tea for both cups, “sir, i could have done that.” forcing yourself to avert your eyes, as if dismissing the whole (ridiculous) ordeal altogether, aggravatedly setting the closest report down in front of you and skimming the words, “i know.”

levi returns to his seat, this time, he does sit, but not after returning the teapot and teacups to their rightful places on the expertly organized platter, “here.” he lifts one of the cups in that peculiar way that he always does, by the edge of its rim, and extends a hand towards you, “you brewed it, it’d be a shame for me to enjoy all this good quality tea alone.”

reluctantly, you entangle your hands around the handle, impatiently pulling it from his grasp before he can properly let go, and you drink until the teacup is half empty. sparing a passing glance at levi as you carefully set the cup back on its respective saucer, he seems satiated.

falling into routine, the rest of your exchange is done quietly. only the sound of feather pens making detailed incisions on the papers ricocheted throughout the idle office. and perhaps it’s the finely written cursive on the papers, or that it is well past curfew, but your eyelids feel unbearably heavy. it had become increasingly difficult for you to remain upright, slightly swaying in your seat, desperately attempting to regain your composure every time you nearly fall out of your chair. one particularly long blink has you absolutely reeling once you open your eyes, but the feeling of something brushing against your knee has you retaining consciousness instantaneously.

parting your lips with a surprised exhale, your eyes peer down to your legs, but there is nothing out of the ordinary. it must have been the inner side of the desk, the opening that created leg room so two people could sit comfortably across from one another. that sounded far better than accusing your captain of purposefully invading your personal space— seeing as such a thing has never happened before, him intentionally rubbing against your knee with his own, that is. you dismiss the notion altogether, but then it happens again, and this time, it feels like a hand.

“did… did you just touch me?” levi calmly takes his focus off his paperwork, momentarily stilling the movement of his feather pen, “no.” but for some reason, you still doubt him. and levi surmises as much as his eyes narrow, though not with suspicion, but something else that you can’t quite figure out in your delirious state, “are you sure?”

“do you want me to touch you?” he inquires with such sudden seriousness, it catches you off guard. your reaction time has been awful, but you almost immediately blurt out a; “no.” and your response is a little too quick for his liking.

“no?” levi echoes coldly.

no, that is what you recall from your last moments of blurred consciousness, but you can’t remember if you had said it, or levi had. quite honestly, that had become the least of your concerns as soon as you opened your eyes. met with the unforgiving glare of the sun shining through a suspiciously large window that most certainly didn’t belong to your room, you break into a sweat when you inhale the familiar scent of someone else, and you’ve become increasingly aware of how unbearably warm you are. you’ve been stripped bare, and despite being engulfed in a tangle of blankets and sheets, you feel disturbingly exposed. and you know this feeling, one of another naked body pressed against your backside and a pair of arms wrapped around your waist. any move you had initially tried to make was futile, thrashing about to free your own arms from the lock of the other pair, tugging at his wrists and pushing them down with all your might.

it’s startling when the hold around your waist suddenly tightens, as if constricting you out of breath, “you can deny it all you want, but your body loves it when i touch you.” you don’t need to turn and face the man keeping you hostage in his arms because levi’s voice is unmistakable, “it’s about time that i fuck you while you’re conscious anyway.”

[teddy-yandere]

Heyo, can i please request for some headcanons for Armin Arlert after the rumbling with his fem! darling (or gn if you want) ? Perhaps what life would be like for him and his fem! darling (who was also a Survey Corps soldier and a member of the Alliance alongside Armin) after they defeated Eren and stopped the rumble of the earth, where they live? .O.

- After The Rumbling -

⚠️WARNING⚠️ will contain dark themes

A / N = Sorry for any grammar mistakes, I did not proofread this. Please read my bio before requesting, and make sure that my requests are open or else your request will be deleted. Enjoy <3

«★»———- AOT Scouts Masterlist

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★ For starters , Armin will feel like a big boulder had just been lifted off of his shoulder once the rumbling was over. A part of him couldn’t believe that he just lost one of his best friends , but at least you were still alive , and that was all that mattered to him.

★ He will never forget the warm feeling in his body when he ran up and hugged you after everything he gone down. Finally , you and him will finally be able to live a normal happy life together.

★ I feel like he will spend a lot of time comforting you the next couple of weeks. Chances are that you and Eren were friends , because of how much Armin liked you . Armin will enjoy being the person you can cry to.

★ Armin will definitely get you a house on a nice hill , where the two of you cans owns the rest of your days together. I do see it as a huge possibility that Armin will ask you to marry him no matter what. He doesn’t care what objections you have .

★ You WILL marry him. I can definitely see Armin’s yandere tendencies slowly wearing off as time goes on .

★ That main reason for his yandere tendencies to wear off if because there are not as many threats around as before.

★ That being said , not all of his yandere tendencies will go away . He still will be very controlling over you . Don’t worry about Armin hurting he will never hurt a single hair in your head. If Armin was upset at you , he will probably resolve to just manipulating you to make you see things from his point of view . Or he will start crying to make you feel bad for him. Cant you see that he is doing all this for you??!

★ I do see Armin wanting to have a family with you. He doesn’t care if you can’t have kids , he just wants to have a family of some sort ( you Cana Dior kids if ya want ) . If you don’t want kids , then he will be perfectly content in adopting a couple of pets with you !!!

★ Armin just sees himself as being a big family man !!!!!

★ Armin is definitely still a cuddle monster , even after everything has happened. He still enjoys holding your head near his chest , where he can hear your soft heartbeat beating. I don’t think Armin cares if he is a the little or big spoon , he just wants to cuddle you !!

★ He will let you visit Eren’s grave whenever you feel like you need too , but he will get slightly jealous of the attention you give towards other people .

★ Overall , Armin will become less dangerous after the rumbling , because he finally feels safe and comfortable with you

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Thanks for reading , Darling !! <3

Have a nice Day / Night ~

[lavandulawrites]

ACHJ for yandere jean? Thank you

Yandere Alphabet A, C, H and J with Jean

Jean is such a loser, but I can’t help but love him<3 (Yandere alphabet request here)

Masterlist

Warnings: Starvation

Word count: 541

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Jean is really affectionate towards you. He doesn't shy away from expressing his love for you to both you am everyone else, seemingly ignorant of how creepy it comes out. He buys you gifts and spoils you rotten. Jean is often seen by your side as if you were conjoined at the hips. He sneaks his arm around you waist hugging you tight when you are out and about. He is extremely afraid of you slipping through his fingers, so he decides that he has to spend his ever waking moment with you. You often wake up to cheesy and badly written poems on your pillow and not so fresh looking flowers awkwardly stuffed into a vase.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

He would treat you nicely or as nice one can be treated when kidnapped. He really tries his best to make your living situation as good as possible. He tries to comfort you when you have nightmares and he always tells you fun stories about his fellow soldiers to lighten your mood. Jean would not mock you, or at least not intentionally. He really can’t help it, but coo over how utterly weak and helpless you are. How would you survive on your own? He has seen the dark side of humanity and the horrors of titans so it’s best you listen to him. He only have your best interest in mind after all.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Your worst experience with Jean was when he caught you walking down the dark streets after escaping from his house. You had never seen someone as furious as he was. He had dragged you after your arm and thrown you inside his bedroom. You had crawled to the corner besides the dresser in an attempt to delay your inevitable punishment. Jean had only stared at you with cold eyes. He locked the bedroom door keeping you inside for two days without any food or drinks. He had told you that since you were so determined on being by yourself you could do so inside the bedroom. After that you didn’t try to escape, in fear of what he might do next time. You had after all seen the look in his eyes and heard how he muttered that he would only give you a “mild” punishment.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Jean is an extremely jealous man. He gets jealous extremely easily and he doesn’t really try to hide his jealousy. Instead he oughts to put up a show of kissing you deeply in front of the person who made him jealous. When you get home he complains about how you dared to look at another man. Was he not good enough? You always tried to reassure him, but to no avail. He even gets jealous at the poor cat you petted on your walk along the river. His grip on your hand tightened in warning when you dared to laugh at Connie’s joke. Despite Jean’s efforts at appearing confident, he’s extremely insecure.

[yanderes-galore]

Could you a concept for Moblit Berner from AOT?

Yandere! Moblit Berner Concept

Pairing: Platonic -> Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Slight manipulation, Fear of loss, Stalking, Violence, Hange enables him, Dubious companionship/relationship.

The issue with Moblit is the fact I don't have much to work with.

His character is meant to play off of Hange more than be by himself.

Moblit is intelligent, responsible, and loyal.

He's serious and a veteran Scout, one who is usually watching over Hange.

Based on what we have for Moblit... I'd say he's primarily overprotective like most AOT yanderes.

This is due to his environment and who he interacts with.

He's used to hauling others away from dangers, especially Hange.

If he was ever super attached to anyone else, he's going to fixate on what they're doing all the time.

Moblit is nearly never seen away from Hange unless he has to leave.

So, to make him a worse yandere, let's say Hange helps a bit.

They'd no doubt want Moblit happy, right?

Overall I think Moblit is mostly sweet and not that intense of a yandere.

He'd mostly just want to look out for the one he loves.

Part of him even wants you to rely on him at times.

I can't see Moblit as any real threat.

He would be someone who looks out for you and gets a bit paranoid at your safety.

You're probably not as reckless as Hange... It doesn't stop him from worrying though.

Moblit could honestly work as either a platonic or romantic yandere.

His behavior doesn't change much between the two.

He'd just either be an overprotective best friend or potential boyfriend.

Hange wouldn't even see his behavior as strange.

To them, Moblit is just concerned since you're both Scouts.

Veteran Scout or not, Moblit acts like he has to look after you.

When you ask him about it or tell him to not be so worried... Moblit actually feels a bit anxious... telling you he can't help it.

Even when he tries not to worry he finds himself... unable to.

The most red flag thing I can think about for Moblit due to what I have... is him preventing you from going onto missions.

Originally he just looks after you because, well, you're comrades.

However, the longer you work together, maybe even under Hange, he begins to realize he... loves you?

He probably tries to keep it professional, just looking after you as a fellow Scout.

Moblit on his own is harmless.

He's just a Scout with a crush on you, wanting to make sure you don't swing into the gaping maw of a Titan...

He shivers at such a thought.

That's why I think pairing him with Hange will make him at least a bit more intimidating?

Hange notices how he acts around you and no doubt teases him about it.

Hange may even encourage Moblit by hinting at how cute you two would be together.

Hange isn't blind to how Moblit looks at you.

While someone like Levi would discourage such a relationship for being distracting...

Hange may just pressure you two a bit to make Moblit happy.

Moblit could just be speaking with you, only for Hange to come up to you both with a grin, commenting on how they can see Moblit's blush.

Moblit may even come to Hange when he starts having overprotective thoughts, fearing he'll lose you like other Scouts.

Hange may comfort him, saying they want to help Moblit with his fears.

Even when Moblit comes to the conclusion that keeping you out of fights will ease his fears, Hange may suggest it for a little bit.

Although... Hange wasn't expecting Moblit to soon progress into... imprisonment.

Moblit starts off very sweet with you... smiling and laughing alongside you.

Although, what makes him a yandere is how he ends up dealing with his paranoia.

You two could even be dating each other before he snaps.

Maybe he even suggests you move behind the Walls, worried he'll lose you.

When you decline, saying you want to help...

Moblit pretends to act fine at first.

However, he gets Hange to temporarily suspend you from the Scouts.

You're forced behind Walls... as much as it pains Moblit.

Yet he visits you often, saying it's safer here...

When you suspect Moblit of doing this and attempt to leave the Walls, disobeying orders....

He has Hange help imprison you, disguised as a punishment.

Leading you to be locked in a cell.

Moblit just feels if he keeps you underground for now... He'll never lose you.

Hange is hesitant on such an idea at first.

Although... Hange does care for Moblit... and he's saved them quite a few times....

For now Hange will be compliant... just because it looks like Moblit is getting progressively more distracted.

When you finally speak with Moblit... He looks guilty.

That is until he admits he had you imprisoned.

"Just for now..." He says, "Until it's safer."

Moblit isn't really a jealous person.

He's more just paranoid due to everything he's gone through.

Even in what looks like a prison... Moblit still kisses you sweetly and acts like nothing is wrong.

Although, he may not even have to cage you if you just stay behind the Walls.

Moblit doesn't seem like a yandere who would cause many problems at first.

Yet as the events of AOT progress and he's put on edge...

He ends up getting desperate.

He never wanted to cage you...

But you'd never listen to him...

Please just trust him... He can't lose you and this seems like the right decision....

[thatoneasiagurl]

Biting the bars of my enclosure -🙂

I'm currently OBSESSED with AOT yandere harem x fem reader but the nice kind of yandere, not the murder, choking, grape,:( kinda yandere.

I need HELP-😭😭

[ghoularaki]

baby's breath | 26

↠  summary: Merely by coincidence, Erwin, your father's former friend had crossed paths with you again after nearly a decade. He offered solace once finding out you were struggling with not just school, but your home life as well. His home he shared with another one of your father's friends, Levi, became a sanctuary. Though, the more you came over for study sessions, the more they wiggled themselves into your private life. And like baby's breath, they weeded themselves in so deep you couldn't uproot them.

↠ word count: 2,633

↠ pairing: levi ackerman x reader x erwin smith

↠ genre/warnings: angst, smut, modern au, DARK CONTENT, yandere, daddy kink, forced infantilism, age gap, emotional manipulation, suicidal ideation, blood, biting, NSFW (pet play, bondage, fingering, orgasm denial, reader calls levi mommy ONCE)

Nothing was working. Levi had tried any and everything to get you to spring back. No words had left you in over a week. That vacant expression stationary on your face. Levi knew you weren’t fully broken, you just needed the push. Erwin didn’t know you like he did. Praises and selfish acts thinly veiled as something to your benefit wouldn’t bring you back.

In a way, he was right. Being babied and tip-toed around only had you sinking further. You wanted anything to get out of this state of perpetual monotony. Day in and day out, it was the same. Nothing changed. Yet, you couldn’t go back to the way things were. You were genuinely scared, now. Clinging onto the notion that Erwin knew you as a child had done nothing.

Familiarity wouldn’t save you, and hasn’t save you. He gave you up to the highest bidder, for what? So you were less fussy? He could finally play with you, no disobedience. Though, his gaze grew sadder as the days passed. What? He doesn’t like you like this? Broken. You thought he wanted something malleable.

Anger festered, but you were too tired to do anything about it. Fighting got you nothing. Being stubborn only left you hurt. Again, you stared out the window, eyes glossy. Would it be better just to die here? Why were you dragging this out for yourself? You didn’t have much to look forward to outside this house. No home, no money and your car was definitely unsalvageable. But, you did always want a cat.

Closing your eyes, you fell further in your head. Maybe if you pretended, you finally got everything you wanted. A place to call home with two cats and a dog waiting for you by the door. Work was exhausting, but rewarding. Here, you were never lonely. Both Levi and Erwin were a distant thought, maybe they never existed.

Picking at the blanket, you went back to gazing out the window. Your chest burned. An indignant part in your heart wailed that this isn’t fair. And yet, you simply watched as another leaf floated down onto the pile.

“How long are you going to mope?” Levi barked from the end of the bed.

Not even sparing him a glance, you didn’t stray from the window. From behind your sprawled out position, the bed sunk as Levi pressed his knee on the bed. Grabbing your ankle, he grabbed and pulled. Scrambling, you clutched onto the blanket, but only served to drag it down with you. Using his grip, he flipped you onto your back.

Your shirt lifted up in the process, exposing your breasts. Levi’s gaze stayed on your face, scowling. Wrapping his hand under your collar, he dragged you up. The course fabric dug into the nape of your neck. Your hands scrambled to take the brunt of your weight. Moon-eyed, you ogled at Levi’s clear greys. Nudging his slender nose against yours, his lips hovered.

“I refuse to bury you, too.”

Tilting his head, he slotted his lips against yours. Stunned, your lips followed his. His tongue slipped out and licked at the soft flesh. You let your mouth fall open to welcome it in. With fervor, he slotted himself against you as if you were his dying breath. Each kiss dominated your mouth. You hated it.

Opening wider, you let him take control. Blood burst into your orifice as you clamped down on his pink tongue. Copper filled your mouth as he ripped himself away from you. Red coated his already rose flesh. Gathering the blood, you spat it right in his face.

Levi let it drip. “There’s your fight, you little monster.”

You sneered crimson.

He released his hold on your collar. You bounced against the mattress. Planting a hand on your sternum between your exposed breasts, he wasn’t done with you yet.

To the side of you both was a pile of leather and fur. Levi had a plan. He was going simulate the scene, but with someone familiar. Someone you knew you could fight back with. You weren’t dying on him quite yet. He knew the look in Erwin’s eye, the melancholy when he goes too far. That you were another failed pet. As he said, he won’t bury you, too.

With two fingers, he first used his middle finger to brush against your bottom lip. He spread the blood more. Using his pointer, he lifted the corner of your upper lip to inspect your canine. The tip pressed against the point, tested the sharpness.

“No gag this time,” He said, but his word meant use your teeth.

Releasing your mouth, he went for the mitten restraints. You didn’t kick up a fuss as he slipped your hands inside. Your hands were bound, same with your wrists, but it wasn’t threaded through your collar. He was giving you more mobility.

Twirling the headband between his fingers, he brushed your hair back as he planted them on your head. He pet the soft fur. Drifting his digits down to stroke your face, they danced down to collar. To the side, he grabbed a leash. This one was made of chain and a lot shorter than the one tied to the bed.

Dropping it on your sternum, he grabbed the next restraint. It was two pairs of cuffs, the circumference too large for your wrists. With ease, he pulled off your pants and underwear. Folding them, he sat the clothes off to the side. Clutching onto your bare shin, he forced your leg up to plant your foot on the bed. Reaching around you, the largest cuff he wrapped around your thigh. Bending further down to see the cuff for your ankle, he kissed and then nipped at the flesh. You yelped at his teeth.

He scoffed out a chuckle and then went to your other side. Your legs were complete bound.

“There’s one last part.”

You still didn’t talk, but quirked up your brow.

His hands wrapped around your waist and flipped you over. From your restraints, you were forced to be face down, ass up. The cuffs only gave you the range to crawl if you attempted to escape.

Levi’s hold slid down to rub against the globes of your ass. The wounds had healed, leaving behind scars his fingertips traced over. A cap flicking open had you tense. Cool liquid poured down and coated the rim of your ass.

Scared, you jumped forward and tried to crawl away. Levi caught the leash and forced you back to him. Wrapping his hand around the chain, he shortened the leash and pulled your head to rest on his shoulder.

His fingers slippery with lube, went down to pet against the hole. You arched your hips away but it only gave him better access.

“Shh, I’m not fucking it, just using a plug. I’m not fucking you like that,” He soothed into your ear, his nose pressed into your temple.

Tears spilled out as he bullied his way inside. It didn’t hurt, but it wasn’t pleasant. Somehow you felt tighter. With the leash, he kept you in pace. He bit down on your ear and you shivered at the spiky pleasure. His two fingers leisurely thrusted in you, not enough to do anything really. Levi only wanted to open you up.

Your body lulled, placent in his grasp. Kissing your ear, he let go. Unfurled his grip on the leash, he guided you to rest back on the bed. Still knuckle deep, his wrist stopped tensing at the awkward angle. Scissoring the digits, he spread you. You hummed at the rim being played with.

Slipping his fingers away, he replaced them with the plug. The same one as before, your skin prickled at the cool metal pressed into your hole. Spilling more lube, he pushed the bulb in. Your rim stretched to accommodate the toy. Whining, your legs fell further at the heavy weight slipping inside.

With a pop! it went in to the hilt. Your hole hugged the backing that kept it sat. The curly tail brushed against your lower back. Levi grabbed it and tugged. Yelping, you kicked a leg out to get him to stop. He caught it with ease and forced you back down.

“Don’t be a bitch.”

You snarled. He did that on purpose.

He shut you up swiftly. Planting a hand on your back, he gained more access to your pussy. Some of the liquid dripped down, giving it a glossy shine. Moving his hands to cup the apex of your thighs, he used his thumbs to spread your cunt. Your hole fluttered, exposed to the cool air.

The same fingers that were in your ass pushed into your pussy. A little gasp broke out as he instantly found your g-spot. He knew your body too well. Fucking deep, he pounded into the spongy part. Your tight, warm walls clenched around him. It was too much. Squirming, you tried to run away. He followed you, punching his fingers deep despite your whines.

Grabbing the leash, he didn’t let you go too far. Your mitted hands slipped against the bedding. Falling back down, you could only drool and take it. Puffs of air tumbled out as Levi continued his pace. Your clit throbbed from the neglect, but it wasn’t agonizing like on the drug, just annoying. You wiggled your hips, wanting him there instead.

“What? Pup want something?” He snipped.

You nodded with a tiny whimper.

“Then speak. I’m not giving you anything unless you say it.”

Sobbing, you weren’t ready to say anything, yet. He knew what you wanted, why won’t he just take it like he took everything else?

Levi pulled out his fingers and slapped them against your clit. You wheezed out a moan. Not exactly what you wanted, but close enough. Papping them again, your hips pitched up at the sting. Levi adjusted himself so he kneeled between your thighs. Behind you, he undid his pants. His cock sprung free. Gripping it at the hilt, he tapped the head against your aching bud.

Dragging it through your folds, to your winking hole, he popped the cockhead in. Your hiccuped as he pushed himself deep. Your cunt stretched to his size. He didn’t hurt unlike that bastard. He filled you like your pussy was made for him.

He didn’t wait, he pulled out half way and then pistoned back. In and out he fucked you. Your hands curled further into the mitts. Drool spilled from your mouth as you whimpered with each thrust. He wanted more.

Reaching under you, he rubbed at your clit. Between two fingers, he swirled and pinched. Sharply inhaling, you shivered at the sparks sprawling through out your nervous system. Parting your legs further, your body craved more.

Levi grabbed your hip to keep you place to adjust himself. Pulling a leg up, he planted his foot on the bed to fuck you harder. At this angle, he chest hovered over your back. You were both near your limit, but Levi had the stamina.

“You’re close,” He stated, he knew. “You want it?”

You did, you wanted to come and for it feel good. You wanted to feel something. Nodding your head, you let out louder moans.

“Then tell me,” Levi sneered, dropping down further to squish you to the bed.

Again, you only offered moans to get your point across. This angered Levi. Wrapping the leash back around his fist, he hauled both you up. At the new angle, he punched against your cervix. Shuffling at the pain, Levi caught on and tilted his hips. Your mouth dropped down as whine filled your vision. You were so close.

“Speak.” He bit your ear.

You sucked your lips in and rapidly shook your head no.

“I said speak.”

Whining, you panted, on the verge.

“You aren’t coming until you speak, you mutt.”

Between his thumb and pointer, he pinched your clit so hard it went numb. His cock pushed into you, never stopping, but you need more. Tears bubbled at the denial. Slowing his thrusts to a laggard pace, he pulled half out.

His hips bucked up, but his cock won’t hit the spot in you. You were filled, but not in a way to give you anything. More tears spilled over as you whined.

Ripping his hold away from your clit, he slapped down on it and he bottomed out. A keen pierced through the air as your eyes flew wide. Each slap brought blood flow back to your poor bud. He worked you back up again with the promise to bring everything back to a halt.

Levi panted and moaned in your ear with each thrust, your neck shivered with the hot air. He was breaking you down in such a heavenly way. You wanted to kill him.

“Just- fuck!- say it, pet. Speak.” He nuzzled his nose into your cheek.

With your mitted hands, you clutched onto the his arm. His tendons pulsed, swirling circles in your clit. Your moans grew in volume, you wanted this so bad. Forget being stubborn, it got you nowhere anyway.

“Please!” You sobbed out, your chest aching.

“Please, what? What does my pet want?”

Canting your hips, you chased his own thrusts. “You! Anything, just please!”

“So good,” He sighed out.

This time he didn’t stop. His rhythm stayed consistent as he fucked himself deep in your cunt. Over and over he made you see stars until you tumbled over. Your body trembled as you started to babble.

“Mom- mommy, please, too- too much!”

“Holy fucking shit,” Levi gritted between his teeth.

He liked that more than he wanted to admit. In seconds, he smooshed his hips to your ass and painted your walls with his cum. You whined, but he didn’t care.

He needed you to come again. The hand around the leash dropped the chain and reached around to hug your torso. Flush to him, he kneaded your left breast between his fingers. Your body spasmed as he brought you over the edge again. His cock stung from being overworked as spilled more cum inside. It dribbled out and frothed around the hilt.

Shuttering, Levi dropped you back down on the bed. You slumped down, your bound legs going up in the air. Trying to catch his breath, he shakily undid the cuffs to free you. Your shins flopped down. He never came so hard in his life. Whisking away the thought, he was sure you don’t even recall saying it.

Slowly, he grabbed the plug and wiggled it out of you. You didn’t do more than whine as it slipped. Dropping it on the mattress, he turned you over. Pulling the headband off, he then freed you of the leash. With haste, the mitts came off, too. In minutes, you were human, again.

Grabbing your shoulder, Levi sat you upright. Staring at his chest, you let yourself comprehend what Levi had done. Whatever planned he had worked. Your mind felt clear, but still off. You don’t think you will ever be whole again. At least, the urge to leave came back.

Levi snapped his fingers in front of your face, “I’m speaking to you.”

Your old friend rage came back all at once. “Let me go.”

He hauled you to his face with a firm grip, “When will you learn, shit for brains, you are never leaving.” There’s that fight he wanted back.

Your nose prickled from the itching want to cry all over again, “I will fight you until the day you die.”

“I look forward to it.”

[apollodarling-writes]

ANDROID! ALEXA-THEMED! WORSHIPPER YANDERE! LEVI x SHUT IN! READER

cws : yandere themes, manipulation (??), obsessive behavior, code breaking, implied dissociation, confining, dubcon, multiple creampie, slight dacryphilia, dry humping, levi can vibrate, marking, levi cums A LOT, levi bites you, levi’s a little mean in the beginning bc he’s pissed.

a/n : i pasted this to the wrong thing and after i’d finished editing it to look good, id realized. i did NOT wanna re-paste and edit so this was a request that id gotten for PulseMotion Inc.

“[name], come out. i won’t hurt you.” your hand shakily reaches up to cover your mouth, effectively silencing your breathing as thudding footsteps turn down the hallway you’d foolishly decided to hide in. the lock on the closet door wouldn’t do much — levi could rip the door off its hinges if he so desired. you screw your eyes shut in fear as his footsteps slow, coming to a stop outside the closet door. you wait with bated breath as silence ensues, then muffle a sob beneath the palm you have clasped over your mouth as you watch the doorknob jiggle. oh, you were so fucked.

you wonder for a moment where everything went wrong. was it when levi had that software update? was there a wire firing incorrectly? or was he faulty from the beginning? maybe that’s why he was on clearance.

you find yourself remembering where this all began. you’d been perusing through the pages of PulseMotion’s website just to see what they had, only to find that you could buy a month’s worth of food at the base price they sold their android companions for. unsatisfied, you turned to their clearance section. it was there you found levi.

levi was inspired by the alexa echo dot from amazon, but he was far more advanced. he had a physical body, superhuman strength, and cold, dead eyes that followed your every move. the creators had given him the ability to access locks, security systems, cameras, and so on to ensure the safety of whoever purchased him — but it only served to royally fuck you over even more.

you’d impulsively purchased levi that evening. at the time, you didn't know that buying the android would ruin your life. you had just gotten paid and saw that he was on clearance, and thought that it was a good deal. you didn't think anything would go wrong.

everything was fine in the beginning. the two of you slowly became acquainted, the android did what he was supposed to, and that was that. levi, as he'd told you, was on clearance for a reason-- there was something seriously wrong with him.

levi was was initially very sweet, even if he could be intimidating at times. he always reminded you to eat and would charge your devices without you needing to say a word. he even locked your doors for you for christ's sake! you thought you'd lucked out.

you suppose things started going wrong when he powered off for his quarterly system update a few months ago. he was fine before that. after he'd restarted his system, his eyes briefly flashed red, the company insignia disappearing for but a moment. it happened so quickly that, for a second, you thought you had imagined it. you made sure to ask him if everything was okay, but he only brushed it off and returned to his daily cleaning. after that, he never left your side.

every time you tried to get out of your shell and make friends, levi coincidentally informed you of a new game or a new movie, or even suggested that the two of you do an activity together. sometimes, he would inform you of something that needed to be fixed, but when you tried to take him to the repair shop, he insisted that it was easy enough to do yourself. you believed him of course, he surely had only your best interests in mind, or so you thought. in hindsight, you realize that his actions were entirely selfish in nature. maybe he’d even fooled you into helping him with some coding he had trouble bypassing. at this point, you wouldn’t put it past him.

it had been like this for the last few months. you probably should have seen the red flags, but why would you? it wasn’t as if he wanted to harm you. his programming did seem a little odd of course, but every time you checked, there was nothing to suggest otherwise. it was only natural you had to acclimate to his odd behavior.

as time went on, and levi had become more crafty with his excuses, you’d gotten fed up. for the first time in awhile, you’d finally been comfortable enough to go out on a date, but as per usual, levi intercepted you in the living room. he spouted some nonsense about wanting to watch a new series he thought you would like, but before he’d even finished his sentence, you shut him down.

you remember the way the insignia flickered in his eyes, but at that point you were too frustrated with him to bother with what that minute entail. you only spun on your heels and stormed off, tugging on the front door and finding that it was locked. anxiety and unease washed over you, and with a creeping feeling of being watched as you slowly looked up at the camera. you remember levi’s voice ringing out from behind you, slowly stalking up to you with a frown that tugged too tightly around his artificial skin.

everything that happened after that was a blur. you don’t really remember how you ended up in the closet, but it took everything in you to stay quiet. your mind was reeling as the behavior displayed over the last few months suddenly made sense — you were horrified. how did you not put two and two together?

you’re snapped back into reality as levi sighs outside of the closet door. his voice sounded too sweet, too calm for the situation at hand. “[name], don’t make me break down this door.”

you silently pray to every being you can think of, begging them to let him move to a different room so you can plan your escape. alas, your prayers were unanswered as the door is ripped off the hinges in the blink of an eye. you would’ve found the sight comical — a short man such as himself holding up a door nearly twice his size — if it weren’t for the reality of your situation.

“great, now i’ll have to clean this up and fix it. you’re really a pain in my ass sometimes.” levi grumbles as he gazes down at you through narrowed eyes, drinking in the sight of the way you were shaking like a leaf. “get up.”

you can’t bring yourself to move, much less tell him to go fuck himself. you’re torn between anger and unadulterated fear — the latter putting you in fight or flight. unfortunately for you, your response was a secret third option: freeze. levi only huffs, leaning down and reaching for your wrist, grumbling something under his breath.

you’re finally able to move, shuffling away from him as much as the cramped space in the closet would allow, blindly pushing at his hands as tears blur your vision. levi only

clicks his tongue, his fingers deftly wrapping around your wrist as he hoists you up. he tugs you out of the closet and down the hallway, bitching to you about something you couldn’t be bothered to focus on. you tried to pry his fingers from around your wrist, scratching and beating and doing anything within your power to keep him from dragging you wherever it was he wanted you. it was futile.

as levi drags you to your room, gently pushing you onto your bed, you realize that there was nothing you could do; you couldn’t win against him. your mind works on overdrive, twisting and turning in an attempt to gauge his intent, and with the way his eyes had become hooded… you could confidently say that you wouldn’t like where this was headed.

“h—hey. no. i’ll stay— i’ll stay home, just please don’t—“ you’re interrupted by levi’s chilled fingers wrapping around your wrists as he leans down and slots his lips to yours. scrunching your nose in distaste as he feverishly engages in a one-sided makeout, you attempt to wriggle your way out of his grip. it’s safe to say that you failed, but at least you tried.

levi’s free hand travels down your chest, over your tummy, and finds purchase on the meat of your hip. he gently, experimentally rolls his hips into yours, searching for the place that would have you melting into his touch. with ease, the android’s cockhead brushes over your clit, shooting a wave of pleasure down your spine.

“levi…stop—“ a whine parts your lips as levi’s shaft begins vibrating, the sensation muddling your thoughts as you begin to wonder whether you wanted this or not. as you battle yourself internally, levi ruts against you faster, the both of you coming closer and closer to your climax.

the android’s lip brush against your throat, heatedly nipping and sucking in places for long enough that you were sure there would be marks tomorrow.

“‘m gonna cum— baby, cum with me. please, please, please cum with me!” levi begs, the speed at which his shaft was vibrating increasing. your back arches into the sensation as levi lets out a loud whine, your jaw agape as your orgasm crashes over you. you stumble over curses, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as levi’s cock never once stops vibrating.

“gonna overstimulate me— s’too much!” you protest, feeling levi’s cum wet your pants. just how much does this guy cum anyway?

levi stops rutting against you, all but ripping away the confines of your clothing as well as his own before aligning himself with your entrance. “need it. need it so bad— i’ve been waiting for so long…”

he slowly slides into you, your gummy walls eagerly sucking him in despite your own confusion, forcing a choked whimper from levi’s lips. he shallowly thrusts into you, the sensation of overwhelmingly delicious; you’d never felt so full, so good. levi’s shaft pulsed this time, vibrating for a few moments on and off, his tip reaching places you’d never be able to reach with your own two hands.

you melt into the feeling, your own pleasure drowning out every thought of protest as levi begins to pick up the pace. he removes his fingers from your wrists, the flesh red and angry, and presses down on your tummy where his cock would be. the vibration switches again, his hips snapping into yours now, and he lets out a loud groan as his orgasm washes over him. levi never once stops as he pumps you full of his cum, his fingers digging into your hips as he whimpers out mumbled gibberish.

with ease, levi switches your position, putting you on your knees and pushes back inside of you. he forces you to meet his thrusts, and the new angle has your fingers gripping the sheets, your jaw hanging open in silent pleasure. you can’t think about anything — only how good levi was able to make you feel.

“levi— ‘m cumming!” you cry out, your thighs shaking and cunt clenching around him. tears prick your eyes and spill down your cheeks, the feeling too much for you to handle.

“y’look so pretty when you cry.” levi chokes out, his eyes closing in bliss as his cock twitches inside of you. your cunt pulses around levi, sending shivers down his spine as his motherboard goes into overdrive in an attempt to cool him down. rutting into you at an inhuman pace, levi’s thrusting grows sloppy, reaching one hand around to press a finger to your clit, the artificial skin vibrating as well.

“cum f’me… j—just one more time! please— please, need it so bad..!” levi whines, expertly circling your clit in an attempt to have you cum with him. “y—you’ll tell me when y’close, okay? wanna cum with you.”

all you can do is nod, your mind melting at every sensation. levi presses your back against his sculpted chest, linking his arm under one of your thighs and hoists it up, thrusting more harshly as his tongue darts out to lap at the tears staining your cheeks.

“y’feel so fuckin’ good.” he whimpers, pressing chaste kisses to the flushed skin of your shoulders. “‘m gonna cum. baby, ‘m gonna cum—“

before you’re able to register it, your vision flashes white, a high-pitched whine parting your lips as ecstasy crashes over you.

“cumming! ‘m cumming!!” levi babbles, whimpers and whines of his own being muffled by your skin as he bites down on the curve of your shoulder in an attempt to silence himself. cum trickles down your thighs and stains the sheets as his thrusting comes to a stop, a quiet sniffle resounding from behind you.

the android gently lays you down, your eyes growing heavy as the bliss slowly leaves your system, and you can’t find it in you to care about the date you wanted to go on anymore. your lashes flutter shut as levi leaves the room and quietly returns with a damp cloth, tenderly cleaning you up as you drift off to sleep.

[appleblueberry-pie]

I read your post about sending requests about yandere levi and something occurred to me, how I would react if you didn't return from a mission and it was all the fault of the squad you were with for not following orders.

If you actually died? If you died, the entire squad would for sure die. And as for everyone else, they probably would never be able to interact with Levi the same ever again. Meaner, obviously more violent, having less mercy during training, etc.

If you came back alone, though, all would be tortured, some would actually be able to continue living(if he felt killing all of them wasn't necessary). If you came back, you would probably have to stop him yourself. I headcanon he often has auditory and visual hallucinations of you to the point where he sees it as normal. So grabbing him physically to make him stop would probably help you spare the rest of those poor souls he planned on killing.

Afterwards, if he didn't do it yet, he would confess his love for you upfront and would also try to convince you to make love with him. At that point in time, he wouldn't have any kind of desire to hide how he feels about you. He would be more direct with his words, show more of how he feels in his body language and would take care of you more often. He already thought he lost you once, he'd rather give all of himself now before it's too late.

[yourlocaltrashcan657]

hiiii I really like ur oneshots. Can you do yandere platonic Pieck x fem child reader who's deaf? the reader is the candidate to be the next cart titan and they have a very close bond with Pieck. Although, the reader usually gets discriminated by Marleyans because she's both eldian and deaf.

one day, the reader is out on the streets with Pieck, Reiner, Gabi and everyone else. Pieck ends up overhearing some marleyan men speaking about the reader and saying horrible things so she snaps at them. an argument breaks out resulting in the reader getting scared since she can't hear what's going on.

later on, Pieck comforts the reader and hugs her and tells her (using sign language) that she sees her as a little sister.

little did anyone know, the marleyan men that made fun of the reader were never seen again.

My Warrior

“Gabi! Don’t be so upset that Y/N beat you again..” Falco scolded as he looked at the grumpy brunette.

”I’m not upset at Y/N!” Gabi said as she folded her arms and looked at the h/c girl. “How do you always manage to beat me?! You’re so quick that im jealous of you, in a good way of course.”

Y/N looked at the four candidates ahead of her and tilted her head slightly in confusion, wondering what they were talking about.

”Don’t worry you guys, I’ve been learning sign language.” Udo said as he began making gestures with his hand.

But as he did, more confusion rose as Y/N gave him a disturbed look before signaling him something that he couldn’t understand.

”What did you say?” Zofia asked as she played with Y/N’s hair gently.

”I’m pretty sure I asked her how she’s so quick and I think she got offended..?” Udo questioned to himself.

”Udo, maybe try learning sign language a bit more before attempting to perform it.” A soft voice called out from behind.

”Pieck-Chan!” Gabi and Falco exclaimed happily.

”Hello, what did you say exactly Udo?” Pieck asked as she looked at him signal with his hands, her eyes widening before she erupted with laughter.

”You said to her that your grandfather has diarrhoea!” Piek laughed out gently as Udo blushed bright red and the other candidates laughing.

”Udo, how’d you mess up that bad?” Falco giggled as he covered his mouth.

”We’re not even laughing at what you said, it’s how bad you are at sign language.” Zofia mumbled she stifled her laughter.

’Hello Y/N, how have you been today? I missed you greatly.’ Pieck signed in which Y/N responded with ‘I’m good! Although, Udo’s grandfather might not be too well..’

”What’d she say?” Gabi asked as she looked at Pieck.

”She said she’s feeling good but she’s concerned about Udos grandfather..” Pieck chuckled as all of the other warriors giggled. “Let’s get going shall we?”

”Okay!” The other four said in unison.

’Let’s get going then shall we?’ Pieck signed as Y/N nodded before holding onto her hand and walking with everyone.

“Today was so fun Pieck-chan!” Falco said excitedly as he looked at her.

”Not for me!” Gabi grumbled unhappily as she crossed her arms in front of her chest.

”Whys that?” Pieck asked as she swung her hands with Y/N.

”Y/N beat me in the agility race again!” Gabi mumbled unhappily. “And then Udo couldn’t translate properly so she never understood what I was asking.”

Pieck let go of the h/c girl’s hand to quickly sign ‘I heard you beat Gabi again, good job!’ and soon after Y/N blushed at the compliment before quickly signing ‘thank you!’.

”Reiner!” Gabi called out as the other candidates along with Gabi started running towards him.

”Hey Gabi.” Reiner greeted as he patted her head. “How was training today?”

Gabi simply furrowed her eyebrows and crossed her arms over her chest grumpily as the others sighed in sync. Y/N stared at Reiner before waving happily at him.

”Aww Y/N likes you.” Pieck cooed as she ran her fingers through Y/N’s hair.

”Yeah but we all know she loves you the most Pieck-chan!” Falco said as everyone agreed.

‘Can we get home now? I want to see my dad.’ Y/N signed in which Pieck signed back ‘of course, let’s go. Just the two of us.’

Walk along the cobblestone path, the two girls waved goodbye to the others before Pieck grabbed Y/N’s hand and began skipping with her in the alleyway towards her house. The older female smiled at her favourite warrior knowing she’d be safe in her care.

Though, most nights she’d wonder what Y/N would do after she inherited the Cart Titan. Sure, Pieck will have died and Y/N will become and Honourary Marleyan but who’d she go to when she needed support or care or love..?

Turning corners, Pieck recalled the dirty looks Y/N was getting once Marleyans saw her armband. Often commenting how they were all ‘devil children’ and that being deaf was a curse laid upon her for being born into this world. 

Once they reached Y/N’s home, Pieck simply walked in with her to see Y/N’s sick father laid on the sofa. He had passed out by the looks of it and was very sick. 

‘Pieck-chan?’ Y/N gestured.

’Yes?’ Pieck responded as she looked down at the young warrior.

‘I’m excited for tomorrow’s festival. I’m glad I’ll spend the day with you and feel safe from them.’ Y/N replied as she smiled shyly.Realising who Y/N meant, Pieck ruffled her hair before leaving the house and signalled a goodbye.

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Approaching the gate, Y/N along with the others talked about another days training of physical activity and other activities.

”Udo scored the highest again on the test!” Gabi grumbled as she looked down at her results which were still impressive.

”That’s the best thing about being smart.” Udo movked jokingly before Zofia reminded them of his silly mistake from yesterday.

‘Y/N, did you enjoy today?’ Pieck signalled as she stared at the happy girl.

’I did! How was your meeting?’ Y/N responded as they stopped at the gate to show their papers and ID cards. As they began digging in their bags or pockets, a few Marleyan men could be heard scoffing and muttering quite loudly from a few steps away.

”How revolting. Not only a few devils wandering our streets but a deaf-mute brat.” A blonde man said, loud enough for the group to hear.

“Not only is it a devil but it’s been cursed with the ability to only live. I guess that’s the price it pays for being a devil.” A shorter and fatter man replied as they shuddered in disgust.

Pieck quickly walked over to them before calmly throwing insults at them which led to Reiner rushing over and pulling her. Porco looked over and rushed the absorbed teenagers away only for them to push him back and to continue watching.

Y/N covered her head as Zofia gently rubbed her back in a soothing manner before Reiner dragged Pieck away after apologising profusely.

”That was so reckless Pieck! Imagine what would’ve happened if I hadn’t stopped you.” Reiner scolded as they walked into the internment zone.

”Don’t listen to Reiner, Pieck-chan. You looked cool!”Udo exclaimed.

”Yeah! You were defending Y/N that the fat guy shivered so much probably broke the tile underneath him! You were badass!” Gabi complimented as Reiner begged her to quieten down.

”That’s not the point..” Pieck mumbled as she pulled Y/N to her side and gently rubbed her hand against Y/N’s arm.

Reaching to Reiners house, they all separated and said goodbye to one another. Pieck and Y/N strolled along the streets of Liberio awkwardly unlike any other time.

’Are you okay now?’ Pieck signalled.

‘I am now thank you.’ Y/N signalled back before biting her lip and forming hand symbols. ‘You shouldn’t have done that for me, Pieck-chan. Whatever they said didn’t affect me and you would’ve gotten in trouble.’

Pieck simply looked down at Y/N and gently patted her head and smiled as they reached the house. Hesitantly, Pieck bent down and pecked Y/N’s cheek to reassure her before waving goodbye and leaving.

The next day was bright and sunny as the five warriors made their way out of the Internment Zone to see a large group of Marleyan people surrounding what looked like a covered up body.

”How cruel.. who murders someone so graceful and innocent.” A lady muttered as she walked away from the crowd.

”Woah it must’ve been a really important person!” Gabi exclaimed. “It was quite close to the Internment Zone too, so you think they’ll inspect our houses again?”

”I’m afraid it’ll happen.” Falco whispered as he held Y/N’s handle gently.

Walking further down the streets, the group spotted Porco and Pieck standing behind a larger group of civilians.

”What happened?” Zofia bluntly asked.

”A murder. There was one down the road too wasn’t there?” Porco asked as Y/N walked over and embraced Pieck.

”Yeah. Falco and I think that Officers will inspect our houses again and roam the streets more.” Gabi stated.

”How absurd, two murders over night. I wonder who those two men must’ve been, and who of course murdered them.” Pieck said as she stroked Y/N’s hair gently before smirking menacingly.

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