#yandere aot x reader

[apollodarling-writes]

…mdni horny reiner thoughts.

cw : faceriding, overstim mention, pussydrunk! reiner, simping on main, self indulgent, body worship if you squint, scatterbrained i need to fuck him so badly, kinda ??? low effort, just a bunch of horny thoughts thrown together in one post, i am DODGING the usage of the word “pussy” it makes me cringe for some reason,

— reiner has a very rideable face. call me crazy and a freak but have you seen the curve on that nose of his?? ughh i need to sit on it and i need to sit on it neowww.

— like i know this man eats pussy like a god when he gets the hang of it. he will eat it for fun. he will eat it just because. he will eat it for hours on end. he will eat his fill.

— reiner strikes me as the type of guy to have his hands gripping either your thighs or your hips to keep you still while he makes you cum on his tongue over and over again.

— the king of overstim. he doesn’t care if you’re sobbing and crying, so long as you don’t safeword, he’ll eat it until he’s satisfied. absolutely loves everything that comes with eating you out. loves the taste, loves the scent, loves the way you tremble and whimper, loves the way you come undone— he loves all of it.

— reiner eats pussy for both his pleasure and yours. he looooves eating pussy. he’ll eat you out and moan at the taste of it like he’s the one getting fucked dumb.

— reiner would trail kisses along your inner thighs before dipping his head down to eat you out. hear me out, this man would split you open on his tongue and work his way up to the clit.

— reiner 100% makes out with it before spelling his name on your clit with his tongue.

— reiner is the personification of “i don’t care if i can breathe” he will not stop. if he dies, he dies doing something he loves. definitely thinks it’s a hell of a way to go out and i will stand by this.

— reiner absolutely does not care if you crush his head between your thighs, but if it prevents him from eating you out, he will hold your thighs in place.

— if reiner if feeling frisky enough, he’ll use more than just his tongue. he’ll fuck you dumb on his fingers and stimulate your clit.

— reiner will not fuck you (prefers the term love-making) unless you cum on his tongue first. at least twice.

— reiner absolutely loves it when you ride his face. will not stop you, but will guide your hips as you settle on his tongue. he loves how messy it gets and he loves that he has to do the work for you after some time — it makes him feel big and strong.

— 10/10, do recommend.

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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.”

[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]

can you please do a yandere Erwin x fem reader and some smut please 🥺

Charming Commander

A/N: this is my first time writing a whole smut scene so please tell me if it’s alright 😭🥲 Yandere! Erwin Smith x Female Reader

The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silver glow over the Survey Corps' headquarters. Inside, the halls were silent, most of the soldiers having retired for the night. In a secluded corner of the building, Y/N sat at her desk, trying to focus on the reports in front of her. Her mind kept wandering, thoughts drifting back to her commander.

Erwin Smith was a man of remarkable presence, his authority and charisma unmatched. Y/N had always admired him from afar, drawn to his strength and unwavering determination. But recently, his attention had become more intense, more personal. She couldn't deny the thrill it gave her, but it also filled her with unease.

The sound of heavy footsteps approaching broke her reverie. She looked up just as Erwin stepped into the room, his blue eyes locking onto hers. He closed the door behind him, the click of the lock echoing in the quiet space.

"Y/N," he greeted, his voice low and commanding. "Still working late, I see."

She swallowed hard, her pulse quickening. "Yes, sir. Just finishing up some reports."

He moved closer, his gaze never leaving her. "You work too hard. You should take better care of yourself."

She offered a weak smile. "I could say the same to you, Commander."

Erwin's eyes darkened slightly, a smirk playing on his lips. "Perhaps you're right."

Before she could react, he was behind her, his large hands resting on her shoulders. The warmth of his touch sent shivers down her spine. "Erwin..." she started, but his grip tightened slightly, silencing her.

"Shh," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. "You don't need to say anything."

Her heart pounded as he began to knead her tense muscles, his fingers skillful and firm. She knew she should protest, but the sensations were overwhelming. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the side of her neck. "You're so beautiful, Y/N," he whispered. "I've watched you for so long, admired your dedication, your strength."

She closed her eyes, torn between the pleasure of his touch and the nagging fear that this was crossing a line. "Erwin, this isn't right," she managed to say, her voice trembling.

He turned her chair around to face him, his expression intense. "You belong to me, Y/N. I've waited long enough."

Before she could respond, his lips were on hers, claiming her in a fierce, possessive kiss. She gasped against his mouth, the taste of him intoxicating. His hands roamed her body, pulling her closer, as if he couldn't get enough of her.

Despite her initial resistance, she found herself melting into his embrace, her body responding to his touch. He lifted her onto the desk, pushing aside the papers in a flurry. His hands moved to her blouse, deftly unbuttoning it, his lips trailing down her neck to the swell of her breasts.

"Erwin, please," she whispered, a mix of desperation and desire.

He paused, his eyes meeting hers with a dark, hungry look. "Please what, Y/N? Tell me what you want."

Her breath hitched, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. "I... I don't know," she admitted, her voice barely audible.

He smirked, his hands sliding up her thighs. "I'll show you."

In one swift motion, he pushed her skirt up, his fingers finding the heat between her legs. She moaned softly, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through her. Erwin watched her intently, his own desire evident.

"You see, Y/N," he said, his voice a low growl. "You were meant to be mine."

He pushed her panties aside, his fingers delving into her slick folds. She cried out, the intensity of his touch overwhelming. He kissed her again, swallowing her moans as he explored her depths, his fingers curling just right.

"Erwin," she gasped, clutching at his shoulders. "It's too much..."

He didn't relent, his pace increasing, driving her closer to the edge. "Come for me, Y/N," he commanded. "Show me that you belong to me."

Her body obeyed, the tension building until it snapped, a powerful climax washing over her. She clung to him, her cries muffled against his chest. He held her close, his breath ragged.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, she looked up at him, her vision hazy. He smiled down at her, a possessive glint in his eyes. "Good girl," he murmured. "You're mine now, Y/N. Never forget that."

He gently lifted her from the desk, carrying her to the small bed in the corner of the room. Laying her down, he began to undress, his eyes never leaving hers. The intensity in his gaze made her shiver, a mix of fear and anticipation swirling within her.

"Erwin..." she began, but he silenced her with a finger pressed to her lips.

"Just let me take care of you," he whispered, his voice soft yet commanding.

He joined her on the bed, his hands exploring her body with a mix of reverence and possessiveness. His lips followed, leaving a trail of kisses that ignited her skin. When he finally positioned himself between her legs, she felt a rush of heat, her body aching for him despite the turmoil in her mind.

Erwin entered her slowly, his size stretching her in a way that was both painful and exhilarating. She gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he filled her completely. He paused, allowing her to adjust, his eyes locked onto hers.

"You're mine, Y/N," he murmured, his voice a low growl. "Say it."

She hesitated, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "I... I don't..."

His grip tightened on her hips, pulling her closer. "Say it," he repeated, more insistent.

A mixture of fear and desire compelled her to comply. "I'm yours, Erwin," she whispered, her voice trembling.

He smiled, a dark satisfaction evident in his eyes. "Good girl."

With that, he began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate, driving deeper with each stroke. The intensity of his gaze never wavered, as if he was branding her with his possession. Her body responded despite herself, the pleasure building with each thrust until she was trembling beneath him.

"That's it," he murmured, his voice a dark caress. "Let go, Y/N. Show me you're mine."

Her climax hit her with the force of a tidal wave, her body arching beneath him as waves of pleasure washed over her. She cried out his name, her fingers clutching at him as if he were her lifeline. He followed shortly after, a deep growl rumbling from his chest as he found his release within her.

For a moment, they lay tangled together, their breaths mingling in the quiet aftermath. Erwin held her close, his possessive grip never loosening.

"You belong to me, Y/N," he murmured against her hair. "And I'll never let you go."

As the reality of her situation settled over her, Y/N realized that escape might be impossible. Erwin's love had twisted into something dark and unrecognizable, and she was trapped in his web, with no way out.

In the days that followed, Erwin's behavior remained intense and possessive. He rarely left her side, always watching, always aware. The other members of the Survey Corps noticed his increased attention towards her, but no one dared to question the commander.

Y/N tried to find moments of solitude, times when she could think clearly and plan an escape. But Erwin was always there, a constant, suffocating presence. He would touch her, kiss her, whisper dark promises in her ear. His obsession knew no bounds, and she feared what he might do if she ever tried to leave.

One night, as they lay in bed together, Erwin's arm draped possessively over her, Y/N made a silent vow. If there was any chance of escape, she would take it. She would find a way to break free from Erwin's twisted love, no matter the cost.

But for now, she had to bide her time, waiting for the right moment. Because no matter how deep Erwin's obsession ran, Y/N knew that her will to survive was stronger. And she would not let him control her fate.

As she drifted off to sleep, Erwin's hold on her tightened, as if sensing her thoughts. "Remember, Y/N," he whispered against her ear. "You're mine. Always."

With those words echoing in her mind, Y/N closed her eyes, determined to find a way out of the darkness that had consumed their love.

[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.

[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 ~

[terushimooo]

We’re back!! Roco (@rocorambles) and I have once again teamed up to bring you some classic, cursed yandere content across various fandoms! This time, we decided to do a “fic-swap” monster mash. Over the next month or so, the two of us will be writing for the following prompts, fandoms, and characters. A HUGE thanks to all of you who have stuck with us after our time away!!

Please read all the warnings for each fic!

Links will be updated as fics are posted.

SCENE I

Fandom: Haikyuu

Pairing: Daichi x Reader x Kuroo

Section 1:

Prompt: “Murder House” Author: Roco […..part 1…..] Warnings: NSFW, Yandere, Non-Consensual Drugging, Non-Consensual Somnophilia, Daichi and Kuroo being grade A creeps  […..part 2…..] Warnings: NSFW, Yandere, Non-Con, Dehumanization, Humiliation, Belly Expansion/Forced Enema and Water Sports, Mind-Break, Non-Con Photography/Filming, Forced Bondage, Sex Machines, Cow Tail Plug

Section 2:

Prompt: “Asylum” Author: Lee

SCENE II

Fandom: One Piece

Pairing: Buggy x Reader

Section 1:

Prompt: “Coven” Author: Roco

Section 2:

Prompt: “Freak show” Author: Lee

SCENE III

Fandom: AOT

Pairing: Levi x Reader x Erwin

Section 1:

Prompt: “Cult” Author: Lee

Section 2:

Prompt: “Apocalypse” Author: Roco

[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.

[bloodyboi]

[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.”

[ackerifle]

Can you make an asylum patient needy yandere levi ackerman x asylum worker or reporter reader also do you do crossovers if so are you familiar with outlast or the Mount massive asylum

a spoonful of sugar!

yan. asylum patient levi ackerman x fem asylum nurse. reader

+ CW. — au: recon psychiatric hospital, reverse power dynamics, solitary confinement, medical drugging, escapement, morally grey darling, mentions of: mistreatment/abuse of patients, illegal medical procedures; my apologies, i’ve no knowledge on outlast, or asylums for that matter (but the effort is there, trust); not proof-read.

there is something innately unnerving about working so late into the night. it doesn’t help that any remnants of the sun’s presence had since been replaced by the humorless light of the moon, almost mockingly as it shone down on the equally dour and somber asylum. but much to your pleasure, you had been away for the entirety of the day, a blessing for you, but a curse for the recon psychiatric hospital. the asylum without its head nurse may have been left in ruins had you not returned any sooner, all thanks to a particularly high-maintenance patient, one you happened to be on your merry way to see.

delivering medications was child’s play; wonderfully easy, lacking in any form of demanding labor, and so effective. in spite of the fact that you were still quite privy to the more intense and morally questionable procedures performed by the doctors and assisted by the fellow nurses, it wasn’t like you to get your hands dirty. perhaps that is why they always stuck you with the night shift, because it was much simpler and favorable to deal with unconscious patients.

in your dominant hand grasped a singular nonbenzodiazepine pill, colorless and bland, an all white capsule with the only labeling being a letter ‘z,’ engraved on the surface of the medication. it was pinched between your forefinger and thumb, and you were careful as not to be too rough; what would be a sign of poor handling on your part, but you also held an insouciant grip on it to prevent any powdery residue from getting onto your skin. a glass, or rather faux-glass, cup took the empty space of your other hand. a glass half empty with water from two corridors down, courtesy of the leaky faucet from the dingy kitchenette. for once, the water appeared tasteful in the luster of the night, it made you lick your lips when you held the clear glassware up above you as you passed beneath the ceiling lights.

your pace was slowed so as to not allow the water to slosh around too much within its confines, and you made sure the uneven steps on the top floor’s staircase wouldn’t impair neither your ankles, nor fingers. when you had conquered the ascent and found yourself steady on flat ground, you stood motionless and inspected your hand, letting the pill gracelessly fall from your fingertips to the cup of your palm. folding your hand to cover the tablet, you continued down the daunting hallway.

had you not been working at an asylum, you would’ve run for the hills upon seeing such a sight: formidable walls and weak floorboards that creaked under the slightest weight, defectively dismal lighting that was unreliable at its best (constantly flickering) and completely useless at its worst (broken and shattered), and an indefinite silence that would likely cause one to go mad. this was the location deemed as ‘solitary confinement,’ seeing that there was no applicable area for those who deserved such a punishment. the courtyards and other floors were regarded unfit, as it was often frequented by patients and staff alike, and the most suitable section, the basement, was… occupied for more unruly operations.

the latter thought causes a cold shiver to crawl down your spine, and you shake your head with leaden stagnancy to avoid remembering the imagery. thankfully, it doesn’t take long to reach your destination, and you bend down to crouch in front of the door before you. with observant eyes, you gently set the cup down onto the floor, grimacing at how it touches the ground, and you retract your fingers from the body of the glass once the water’s splashes reduce to complete stillness. rising to your feet and straightening your posture, you dig into your pocket, rummaging for the ring of keys set, and looking for the singular key to the top floor’s only inhabited room. you avoid looking into the pathetic excuse of a window, eyes trained to the doorknob; insert, turn right, and pull back. sliding the ring of keys back into your pocket, you take a risky hold of the glass, raising it back up to your level by the rim.

there is absolutely no sense of urgency when you open that door, guiding it with your dominant hand as the inside of the room begins to reveal itself. stepping inside and far enough away from the door’s line of movement, you make eye contact with the patient residing within the recon psychiatric hospital’s loneliest floor, and he does not look happy. your gaze doesn’t shift, locked in place as you feel around for the door, pushing it back with a harsh shove, and only moving once you hear the bolts fasten it closed with an obnoxious slam. you idly meander your way over to the bed, where he is sat, one leg crossed over the other and his hands interlocked atop his knee. he doesn’t look to be someone who requires psychiatric treatment like this, but you’re no fool.

“i heard you gave dr. zoë quite the scare earlier.” you turn your hand faced up, unfurling your grip and displaying the capsule that continues to sit unperturbed in the cradle of your palm. a sour expression was already present on levi’s face, but at the mention of your peer, his eyebrows furrow and lips tug further into a frown, “where were you?”

taking a small step forward, you gradually traipse closer towards the bed that was pressed into the right corner of the room. he is motionless, even as you near. you dully tilt your head to the side with a quizzical look, it is only until you’re within arms reach does levi unravel from the stiff position, uncrossing his legs and unfolding his arms, “you can’t go terrorizing our psychiatrists and psychologists—”

“where were you?” your face falls at his demanding tone, but that is the least of your concerns once you feel levi’s eager hands on your body. simultaneously, he languidly spreads his legs apart until there is enough room for you to stand in between them; something you fail to take notice of as you’re far too distracted by him grabbing you by your torso, digging his fingers dangerously close to the underside of your breasts, then sliding down and tapping his fingers against the sides of your stomach, squeezing almost playfully, before he ultimately decides to sink his claws into your hips.

abrasively jerking you forward, levi’s arms snake around your waist until his hands meet one another overtop the curve on your lower back. you gasp when he pulls you closer, gaping with distraught panic at the glass of water, which fortunately did not spill, but it had come close. your knees collide with the inner side of his thighs, and you clasp your hand that was holding onto the z-drug to restrain it in place, so as not to lose it. once fully retaining your stability, your eyes dart down to levi, offering him an irked glare and placing the closed fist of your dominant hand on his shoulder, attempting to push him back to provide yourself some space. he doesn’t budge whatsoever, even when you continue your futile efforts in prying him off of you.

“where were you?” he repeats for the third time, but when he asked, levi didn’t sound pushy or domineering, unlike the previous two times, just bemused. your attention finally drops down to him, analytically observing as he gaped up at you. it was almost as if he looked at you with vacant, absentminded eyes with the way he refused to avert his gaze, but his gawking was anything but absentminded. his eyes felt intimate, accompanied by his endearing touches and the close proximity. you felt intimidated to hold this unspoken staring contest, “i, well, i was away.”

levi leans into you, until his head can rest in the crook of your neck. you’re rigid in his hold, refusing to let up your firm posture, only slightly bending to accommodate his height, “where?” you grind your molars together, and although you have the right to leave his questions unanswered, you do respond anyway just to satiate his curiosity, “my presence was requested for an asylum in stohess.”

“and what business do they have that involves you?” levi withdraws away from your neck, only to place his chin in between your collar bones, angling his head to look up at you, “i’ve been requested for a possible transfer, there is a young girl over there, i believe her name is annie… regardless, they think she’ll do better in my care. that’s why i’ve been telling you that you need to treat the other staff nicer.”

levi gives you an incredulous scowl, hands shooting up to cup either side of your face and drawing you closer until you’re nearly forehead to forehead. his eyes are awfully scary when he’s this close, and his voice goes monotonous, “you aren’t going. that’s ridiculous, they need you transferred to help one patient?” he asserts as if he’s the one in charge of that choice, you scoff.

“it’s ridiculous to stay for one patient, levi.” you’re given a break from the leer he was boring practically into your skull as he rolls his eyes, “it’s not your place or mine to finalize this decision. please don’t be difficult, it’s past time you take your medication.” it is both extremely embarrassing and annoying that you have to beg him to do literally anything, considering it only further feeds into his power and control complex when it comes to you.

he’s quiet for a while after that. perhaps not totally out of the ordinary for him, but you can see the gears turning in his head. levi is thinking about something, and whatever it is, it cannot be good. suppressing your unease, you careen backwards, breaking free from his clutch, but not without dipping your clenched hand into his, finally letting go of the pill. levi’s focus is redirected to the little white caplet, and you nudge the glass of water against his other hand. you cross your arms, waiting impatiently, and his eyes briefly flicker towards you before placing the pill in his mouth, mindful as not to accidentally swallow it, before tossing his head back and taking a hefty sip of water. levi raises the empty glass, and you take it from him, practically snatching it out of his hands and kneeling to set it down on the discolored and tarnished floorboards.

when you stand up and dust off your uniform, levi peers at you expectantly. and you let out a defeated sigh, to which levi smiles, “come here.” you instruct him to do so, but it is you coming to him. levi reels you in by the buckle of your apron, causing you to stumble over your own feet. you place both of your hands flat on his shoulders to ground yourself, wordlessly scolding him with a glare, one that only makes his smile grow wider.

you set your middle finger and thumb on the underside of his jaw, pulling it down slack and examining the inside of his mouth. your other hand finds itself on his cheek while you force his head to the left, then to the right, “lift your tongue.” levi obeys, pressing the muscle to the roof of his mouth, you press an index finger down onto his front teeth, causing his head to incline. you’re far too focused on ensuring that he actually consumed the pill to notice levi had gotten increasingly closer to you, and more level as well. levi catches you off guard when he bites down on your finger—

“ow! levi, i— what the hell? why would you do that?” you jump back, cradling the injured appendage in your other hand, mortified at the bite mark it had left on his wake. levi doesn’t give you much time to fully curse him out like you had wished, seizing you by your hips once more and falling back onto the bed, sitting upright with you at his mercy.

you descend with him, landing in a position that has you straddling his lap. the flat of your palm pries at his shoulder and chest, while your other arm is captured by his own hand, unbothered by your feeble endeavors in distancing yourself from him. levi’s other hand slides across the back of your neck, gripping onto your nape with a strict hold before pushing your head forward. his lips are on yours in an instant, letting go of your arm in favor of cruelly pinching your nose. you almost gag, frantically gasping for air, and without hesitation, levi’s tongue bullies its way into your mouth. and through the feeling of his hand tightening around the back of your neck, of his teeth nipping at your lips, of his tongue dominating yours; there is the feeling of a foreign object, and it feels like a pill.

wildly fighting his hold renders you breathless, and this is a fight you cannot win. tears swell in the corners of your bleary eyes, and the urge to cough becomes more eminent. to subdue the desire to hack and wheeze — which would certainly end in you choking — you instinctively swallow back the build up of both yours and levi’s saliva that gathered in the back of your esophagus. levi draws back from the kiss when he sees the lump in your throat bob and disappear, but he makes no move to release you, only relaxing his hands in their place. and it is now that you remember why he was administered to this asylum in the first place.

“i should’ve done this a long time ago…” apart of you wishes that z-drugs were immediately effective, just so you wouldn’t have to be conscious during your struggle against levi— which was, as always, in vain. it must have been due to the lack of air that you could only recount fragments of what happened. you turned your heel to flee, but levi had pinned you to the ground, keeping you in place with a chokehold that was alarming for someone who had been allegedly sedentary during his time in solitude. if your memory served you correctly, the sound of keys jingling and a door being unlocked could be heard; but whether it was in your dreams or in reality is unknown to you.

but that wouldn’t matter, by now, you and levi would be far from the psychiatric institution. it was easy, laughably easy for him. despite the fact it was such a late hour into the early mornings, and that he was carrying an unconscious and seemingly violated woman on his back, no passerby dared to question him. why would they? he was in a guard’s uniform after all, a stolen guard uniform— and thus, all the onlookers had just assumed that levi was kind enough to help an exhausted nurse on a particularly rough night shift get home safely. oh you were going home alright, back to levi’s home beneath the cities above, and how delighted he is now that he’ll be the one taking care of you. at the end of the day, it is what ‘normal,’ lovers do, isn’t it?

[appleblueberry-pie]

Refusing worshipper yandere Levi because he’s kinda pathetic :( (love Levi as a character 🫶)

He’s just…. Not what we want in a man… in height at least.

you loved every single individual worshipper you had in your gigantic plot of land. your worshippers are beautiful, unique, smart and driven in ways you couldn't imagine. they were a simple small town when you first became ruler. yet, they proved themselves more than worthy when they continuously gifted you the best of their crops and constantly bathed you with care and love during every possible holiday that they celebrated.

they rebuilt their own town and even found a way to elevate your own living chambers, somehow finding a way to remodel your throne and entire palace. and you reminded them constantly how much you loved them. how they will thrive with more goods and crops when the seasons call for it and you will also provide them with whatever they need.

every day, your personal servants clean your estate, top to bottom. Occasionally dusting and washing with soap and water places you haven't touched in more than a week. All your steps are retraced with cleaners at the end of the day and you are always cleaned and well fed by the hands of your big-hearted servants. the men take care of big bulk-sized bags of crops being brought in from the fields as well as construction happening in town. men and women keep you company around the palace and feed, bathe, and entertain you.

there isn't a day that isn't as fulfilling as the last. you are thankful for them as much as they are for you. but recently, there has been a new man from town that got himself promoted to being you personal servant not too long ago. the only reason he was allowed in is your close-friend and servant recently died building construction, he fell off of a building. this man, Levi, says he will do all he can and more for you. you doubted him, considering the townsmen weren't ever going to be as devoted and loving your close servants were.

but he challenged the thought. you saw it as disrespect to those who put in the most effort for you, but allowed yourself to be open minded about his words.

Levi never let a single inch of the castle go uncleaned. you found it scary, unnerving, even. but he tells you it's one of his hobbies, so you let him be. when it's time to bring in the bags of crops for the season, you wordlessly watch as he walks twice the speed as the other men surrounding him, two bags on his shoulders instead of one.

you don't mention anything when he lectures the women on what to put into your bathwater when you're ready to settle for the night or get ready for the day. not when your skin feels this soft.

you don't mention anything when he gives you certain fruits when you bleed, hand feeding you quite sensually. but it can't be sensual, right? his thumb will brush your bottom lip occasionally, eyes sharp and staring directly you. but he's just a servant. a completely devoted, body mind and soul, ambitious servant for you.

you didn't plan to mention anything when you two were alone in your warm and shallow pool in the garden behind the palace. and he was in front of you while you rested in the water naked. you didn't plan to mention anything when he had the loose robe all of the men wore, hanging low on his hips and completely drenched as your foot rested on his muscular thigh, his hands working slowly into your foot with patience, care and love. a foot massage.

but your lips still separated to speak your question you've been wondering for a while. "what are you doing?"

he looks up from your relaxed foot, not stopping his hands once, staring up at you calmly. silence lingers between the both of you before he answers. "my job, my queen." your lip twitches slightly at his words, sighing lightly. "yes.....but why must you push yourself so hard?"

he grabs your foot by the ankle with both hands, lowering it slowly back into the water before grabbing the other one to set on his leg, starting the same way he did with the other one. smoothly and distracting. "to keep your eyes on me, my lord." he says no more than that, his face stone as he looks back down at your foot to focus on making you relax as much as possible.

you close your eyes, resting your head on the bed of grass behind you.

Levi looks back up to take in the image he's been blessed with. "you're not what i'd have in mind for who i'd want to be king of my land." you look back at him, to see him still staring at you. his hands still work diligently on every toe, every curve and muscle in your foot with obvious love pouring into his craft. like you didn't even say anything.

"i don't want to be king. i want to be yours. i want you to use me the way you choose and i'll still give you whatever you deserve in return." you roll your eyes and he softly stops massaging your foot, running his hand up your calf a little.

you're a little speechless. you've met a handful of obsessive devotees. but for some reason, he makes you reconsider a lot of things. he's special. and you don't know what to think of it. you don't want him, but it's hard to imagine the castle without him even though he's only been here for so long.

"Levi." he mutters your title in return. "please go tend to my chambers. im sure the others would appreciate your effort."

he was already on one knee in the shallow water halfway through your words. head bowed, he treats you with a goodbye before taking his leave. you're left to your own thoughts.

idk yall i like this one.

[yourlocaltrashcan657]

★Mental Hospital AU! AOT Chapters★

Prologue ᯓᝰ.ᐟ Chapter 1- Meeting Eren ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ Chapter 2- Meeting Armin  (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ.ﾟ Chapter 3- Meeting Levi (っ- ‸ - ς) Chapter 4- Break Time ᯓᝰ.ᐟ Chapter 5- Meeting Connie (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡ Chapter 6- Meeting Jean (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) ! Chapter 7- Meeting Reiner ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ Chapter 8- Lunch Time ᯓᝰ.ᐟ Chapter 9- Meeting Bertolt ദ്ദി(｡•̀ ᗜ^) Chapter 10- Exchange ᯓᝰ.ᐟ Chapter 11- Yeager or Ackerman ᯓᝰ.ᐟ Chapter 12- Eren ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ Chapter 13- Armin (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ.ﾟ Chapter 14- Lunch Duty Chapter 15- Levi (っ- ‸ - ς) Chapter 16- Break In ᯓᝰ.ᐟ Chapter 17- Connie (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡ Chapter 18- Jean (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) ! Chapter 19- Reiner ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ Chapter 20- Bertolt ദ്ദി(｡•̀ ᗜ^) Chapter 21- Blackout  ᯓᝰ.ᐟ ~| Eren Ending |~ ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ ~| Armin Ending |~ (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ.ﾟ ~| Levi Ending |~ (っ- ‸ - ς) ~| Connie Ending |~ (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡ ~| Jean Ending |~ (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) ! ~| Reiner Ending |~ ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ ~| Bertolt Ending |~ ദ്ദി(｡•̀ ᗜ^) ~| Erwin Ending |~ ˙ᵕ˙

[yanderenightmare]

TW: yandere, classism, degradation, possessiveness, obsessiveness, blackmail

gn reader - feminine clothing (jewelry: earrings, necklace)

Thinking about your rich boyfriend…

Rich boyfriend – who buys you clothes and jewelry every time you have a date, even when you tell him you feel bad receiving them all – that you have nowhere to wear such nice things – that a simple date is really more than enough. 

Rich boyfriend – who ignores you with a smile and shake of his head, asking you how you expect him to stop when you’re just the absolute cutest? Looking at him with those moon-big eyes, humble crinkle between your brows, and your lip tucked nervously between your teeth to keep from gawking. 

Rich boyfriend – who orders for you at all the restaurants he takes you to because he knows you’ve never been anywhere like it. Looking so adorably lost in your seat, flushed when staring at the menu written in a language you can’t read – knowing even if you could, you still wouldn't know what any of it meant. You’re so, so, so precious – eyes peeled like you’re a pet who’s just been allowed at the table for the first time.

Rich boyfriend – who plays four instruments, speaks five languages, went to an Ivy League institution, and will inherit his entire family’s business being the spoiled only child that he is.

Rich boyfriend – who just loves the messy household you grew up in – loves how you and your siblings interact with each other, looking like a bundle of pups all crammed in the same cage at a pet store – how your childhood bedroom is the size of his closet – filled with all sorts of trinkets you’ve kept growing up – stuff that would usually wind up in the trash at his house – polaroids of you as a teenager, past boyfriends in kissing booths, prom pictures, concert tickets, and old rusty friendship lockets. 

It’s all so… He scoffs. The word for it escapes him.

Suppose he doesn’t quite recognize the pricelessness of sentimental value as opposed to something actually sellable – but he finds it cute that you do. 

Though, it bothers him to some degree as well… that you would value an old pair of earrings gifted you by your grandmother instead of the actual antique diamond pair he’d procured for you. After all, one was a real historic piece worth a fortune a Russian duchess had snuck into England during the war, and the other was old junk made by a noname jeweler.

Rich boyfriend – who chokes on his spit when you sit him down and tell him you want to break up – who thinks he’s misheard – that you’re joking, playing some uncultured game he’s never been exposed to, some ill-taste past-time only poor people do to escape their bitter reality. 

But you’re not joking… 

You’re breaking up with him…You.. You… broke trash of worker-class scum… you’re breaking up with him?

You give him back all his gifts in a cardboard box – telling him you’re grateful but that you truly don’t have any use for such things – that you think your worlds are too different to coincide. 

Of course, you refrain from telling him you think he’s a classist snob. You have a feeling it would have gone completely over his head if you’d tried anyway, so there really was no point to it.

Rich ex-boyfriend – who’s never been told no in his entire life…

Rich ex-boyfriend – who buys your street and plans on scrapping it to make brand new mansions in a project he dubs “cleaning up the slums” – evicting and putting you and your entire family out of the home you’d spent your entire life growing up in.

Rich ex-boyfriend – who thinks you’re crawling back to him when you schedule an appointment at his office – who thinks you’re going to come in with bleary wet eyes and grovel like the lowly peasant you are – let him save you from poverty and homelessness, make you his charity case – his pretty diamond in the rough who’s never quite able to wash all the coal off.

Rich ex-boyfriend – who trashes that same office when you leave after having given him the address to the pawnshop you sold the one pearl necklace you’d kept as a token of your relationship – telling him he should feel free to go down there and get it back – that you’re using the money to buy a better house and you just wanted to come and thank him for that. 

Of course, you wanted to slap him too – spit on his tie or maybe just take a piss on his desk – but you left it at that.

Rich ex-boyfriend – whose next move is to buy your family business, who hires a private eye to dig up dirt on you and all your family, burying you in fines from age-old petty crimes, gets you kicked from your scholarship.

Rich ex-boyfriend – who goes to that pawnshop and reports the pearl necklace as a stolen item and has the police arrest you. Spinning a story about how he thought you were this humble sweet thing, only for you to rob him behind his back.

Rich ex-boyfriend – who comes to visit you in the custody suite where you sit cooped up with all the other wretched mutts on the cold concrete floors – scolding you for making him come down to a dirty police precinct, for having him breathe the same air as all the lowlives held up there.

Rich ex-boyfriend – who tells you he’ll make it all go away.

He’ll drop the charges, let your family keep their house – or buy them an even better one, whichever you prefer – he’ll even promote your family business and pay for all your siblings' education – he’ll give you everything. 

Anything you want, it’s yours.

But he owns you.

BNHA – Bakugou, Shoto, Dabi, Hawks, Overhaul

JJK – Sukuna, Gojo, Naoya

HQ – Oikawa, Sakusa, Miya twins

BLLK – Reo, Rin

HxH – Illumi

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Yanderes who have never known a gentle touch. Their life has been full of hardship and heartache, always wondering when they would be hurt next.

Or better yet, a yandere that once knew love and gentleness, only to have it ripped away and be deprived of it for so long they forget that kindness and a soft touch still exists, and isn’t just something that is used against them.

Both types struggle with how to deal with you, especially when it comes to punishments. Because of how harshly they’ve been treated, they think the strict punishments they give you are a kindness, gentle and loving. They don’t know how to be soft, how to love without hurting you.

It’s when they see the fear they have felt at the hands of those who wished to hurt them reflected in your eyes that they realize that they are not gentle. They aren’t soft, they aren’t sweet.

But they want to be.

Desperately.

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