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unearthly-doting · 4 months

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the wind will guide you home

a/n: idk idk i just really like the anemo characters soso much. kept it pretty vague i think so you can decide if the reader is willing or unwilling. no faruzan or lynette bc i couldn't think of anything for them :(

includes: aether, lumine, venti, jean, xiao, kazuha, sucrose, heizou, and wanderer.

premise: you wandered a little too far away from your partner for their liking. maybe you were trying to escape, maybe not. but don't worry, they'll find you.

warnings: mdni, yandere content, gn reader, implied/referenced kidnapping, overprotective behavior, possessive behavior, obsessive behavior, implied drugging, stalking, unhealthy relationships, vague mentions of dependency, uh whatever the fuck is happening in wanderer's section.

AETHER — is immediately panicked the moment he realizes you aren't by his side anymore. he never lets you travel with him, it was dangerous and you were safer tucked away in the little area he kept you in, safe from the dangers of this mysterious world. it was his fault, really. he had forgotten to lock the door the last time he visited, having been in such a hurry for one reason or another. you, for some reason, had decided to leave even though he had told you time and time again that it was dangerous. he wouldn't waste any time looking for you, hurrying outside, and using everything he had to his advantage to search for you. if you have a vision, he's definitely using his elemental sight to track you down. and when he does find you, he's immediately latching himself onto you, clinging to you and breathing a sigh of relief. he was completely oblivious to the horrified look on your face, just glad to have you in his arms again. "let's get you home. it's not safe for you out here."

LUMINE — would more than likely notice immediately when you vanish. she keeps you at her side at all times to ensure that she can protect you, so you're rarely ever away from her. the moment she sees that you're gone, she's abandoning whatever it was she was doing to find you. it doesn't matter if it was a commission or some important task that will help her get a better understanding of this world. you were more important than that right now. you needed to be back by her side. her tracking skills were incredibly good, so you wouldn't get far before she had you in her sights again. it doesn't matter if you were trying to escape or if you were just distracted and wandered off, the grip she had on your wrist was tight once she caught up to you, and she refused to let you go until the two of you were back at whatever inn or camp you two were staying at. she'll bind your hands together and tie the end of the rope to her wrist if you try arguing with her. "i can't keep you safe if you refuse to stay by my side."

VENTI — is honestly the only one here that will find you like almost immediately. even if he isn't paying attention to you and instead wowing a crowd with his amazing bard skills, the wind will tell him the moment you're gone. he'll stop midstory at the news, politely excusing himself and promising to be back later with an even better story. he'll let the wind guide him, listening to the whispers as he hurries down the streets of mondstadt, picking up pace when the wind tells him you were heading for the main gate of the city. if he uses his powers as the anemo archon to cause a harsh gust of wind to knock everyone away from the gates of the city just so he can catch up with you, then... well... it's not like anyone will know it was him. other than you, of course. and the moment you recovered from hitting the ground, venti was at your side and helping you up. he let you keep your freedom, most of it at least, but he didn't want you to leave the city if he wasn't at your side. he doesn't let go of your hand as he drags you back, an upbeat smile on his face as he playfully spoke, "you're missing my performance! you know i can't perform without my biggest fan watching me." you miss the tightly concealed desperation in his eyes as he stared at you. you can't leave him. he won't let you.

JEAN — is so busy with work that she rarely has the time to keep track of every little move you make. honestly, she probably won't realize you're gone until kaeya or amber drop by and tell her that they saw you wandering outside the city, seemingly heading in the direction of liyue. she's immediately abandoning whatever paperwork she had been looking through, hurrying out of her office and rushing past the citizens in the city to get to you. her mind was running wild trying to figure out why you would even think about leaving the city, let alone leaving without telling her. she's almost out of breath by the time she finds you, the sun starting to set as she crashes into you in a tight hug while rapid-fire questioning you on why you were leaving mondstadt and if she did something wrong and what she could do to make it better. it isn't hard to calm her down, cutting off her questions and explaining that you were simply going to visit some family in liyue and that you had left a note for her at home because you didn't want to bother her when she was so busy. whether or not that was the truth, she didn't care. she was pulling you back in the direction of the city, shaking her head. "no, i can't focus on anything when you aren't here. i need you."

XIAO — felt a little hurt, finding you gone. he was one of the hardest to get away from, always at your side unless the traveler called him away or something happened that required his attention. he thought you had gotten used to him by now, seeing as you never shied away from him when he was around anymore. so yeah, he was real fucking hurt when he returned to the inn and found your room empty. not even verr knew where you had gone. he isn't the type to immediately panic, but he is tense and will gradually get more agitated the longer it takes to find you. if he finds you quickly, the most you'll get is a cold glare as he drags you back to the inn. if he finds you after searching for hours upon hours, he will cling to you as if you would disappear if he let go. his breathing would be heavy, his face buried in your neck as he grounds himself. you were back in his arms, and either way, he wasn't going to let you leave his sight until he was sure you weren't going to pull a stunt like this again. if you want to wander around, then just ask and he'll go with you. "don't ever do that again. don't... don't ever leave me like that."

KAZUHA — would feel torn. while he understands the need and desire to roam the world and take in all that one can process, he also felt uncomfortable when you weren't around. a sick feeling budding in his chest, wondering if maybe you weren't wandering off but instead trying to leave him. he wants to trust you, and most of the time he does, but... you've tried leaving him before. many times, actually, that he's lost count. so, as much as he would love to leave you to your own devices, he just didn't trust you enough. he would ask other travelers if they'd seen you by chance, and some would point him in your direction while others would shake their heads. no matter, he took any and all help given to him until he finally spotted you. his approach was quiet, and you were startled when you had finally noticed him. he didn't say anything for a moment, just staring at you. there was something about his gaze that felt more intense than normal. it was like he was studying you, deciphering your actions. it didn't last long, because the look was replaced with a soft smile as he held his hand out, beckoning you to take it. "let's walk together."

SUCROSE — also didn't immediately notice. similar to jean, she can get pretty busy with work and gets so invested that she'll often times forget her surroundings. it's only when albedo or noelle make a comment on you not being by her side that she snaps to attention, looking around with a puzzled expression. when had you left? how long had you been gone? when she had last spoken to you, the sun was high in the sky. it was dark now. she would stutter out a quick departure to whichever friend had told her you were gone before scurrying away to try and find you. she would have the hardest time finding you, nervously approaching strangers on the street and asking if they had seen you or not. one person mentioned seeing you at the barbatos statue, and she immediately darted off in that direction without sparing the informant a second glance. and she was damn near tears when she found you. she wouldn't understand why you had left without telling her first, wondering if maybe she had done something to upset you. she'd be apologizing, telling you she was sorry if she made you mad, and begging you to come home. given how you two were in public, you felt a bit out of place so you agreed just to stop having people look at you. she would hug your arm the entire time, refusing to let go until the two of you were back at her home. and then she'd offer you something to drink! as an apology! and, well... if she puts a little something in it to tire you out, then that's too bad. "o-oh, you feel sick? maybe you should try to rest... don't worry, i'll be here to take care of you."

HEIZOU — would be the second one to find you quickly. he's a detective, so obviously he'll be able to track you down with ease! your attempts at trying to cover were tracks were adorable but futile. he had found you probably a mere hour after you had gone off, though he didn't immediately make his presence known. he was curious as to why you had left so abruptly without telling him, wondering if maybe something had happened or if you were, perhaps, trying to leave him. but you wouldn't do that! right? either way, he's following you in secret. some may call this stalking, but he calls it... lovingly admiring from afar. this'll go on for hours, more than likely. he's not in any rush to drag you home, and he gets to partake in his favorite pastime! so, by all means, continue walking. he'll probably do a few things here and there to startle you, making noises by shaking bushes and branches or throwing rocks. he likes seeing you on edge; he thinks you're cute when you're constantly looking around, searching for him. of course, once you get too close to ritou for his liking, he'll bring the fun to an end and finally make his presence known by hugging you from behind, a cheeky smile on his expression as you tense up. "caught you!" he hums, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck as if to prove to you that he was actually there. maybe he'll lock you up at home for a few days just to keep you all to himself. y'know, as his prize for catching you.

WANDERER — thinks it's amusing, honestly, that you think you can sneak off without him noticing. he'll let you go off on your own and let you think you have the freedom of doing so, but only because he has other pressing matters to attend to. he'll take is time too, going about his tasks at a languid pace, not at all worried about where you may be or where you might go. some people may ask about your whereabouts since you're usually almost always with him, and he'll just offer them a smile that... well. it puts them on edge, to be honest, and it makes them drop the topic. he'll even occasionally take breaks, enjoying a drawn-out lunch with nahida and even deciding to indulge the traveler a bit and walk with them through the city. but the moment he finishes all of his tasks for the day, he's going after you. you've had enough freedom today, and he wants you back at his side. it's where you belong, after all. he won't lie, it's exciting, searching for you like this. he wonders if you know whether or not he's after you. maybe you've been looking over your shoulder the entire day, wondering if he'll be right behind you. the thought alone fills him with an almost gleeful joy. and when he does find you, he's not wasting a single second before grabbing you, lips twitching upwards slightly at the startled shout you let out. "did you have fun?" he'll ask, though it would be hard to tell if he wanted a serious answer or not. he doesn't really care, in all honesty. you're back in his arms, right where you belong. his prized possession.

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pigeonpeach · 3 months

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Yandere Genshin

Prompt: youve caught their eye but… you’re already taken… that won’t be a problem…

Cw: yandere duh, mentions of murder and violence, manipulation, kidnapping, etc. fem reader

Characters: Jean, Diluc,Yelan, Neuvillete

Jean finds herself more and more infuriated with your commitment everyday. A simple hunter from Springvale is the one that catches your eye? How absurd! She knew she should’ve been more forward with her tatics. Oh this frustration and heartbreak has been tormenting her, impacting her work ethic as she tries to give you space. But its hard because you work for her. A cutesy little maid. You belong to her.. you’re everything she could want in a partner. So delicate, so plump, you’re the perfect bride. There’s no way she’s letting a man who can’t read s kid’s book without struggle surpass her!

So… she staged a little accident lets say.. she happened to cut the patrols in the area, making them closer to the city itself. That way there still was protection for the city… just not for the hunters. For awhile they’d been complaining sbout how the patrols spooked the boar. Even though those patrols were meant to cut down and discourage hilichurl camps. From a political perspective she just gave the hunters what they wanted. To up the anti more she had Kaeya tell him about a legendary boar deep into the wilderness. How the boars get bigger in hilichurl camps because they’ve started to fence them off and fatten them up, if he goes at night when they’re asleep, he could surely nail himself a big boar and pass it as a authentic catch…

The short of it was this. Your almost boyfriend snuck into one of the biggest hilichurl camps without the knights patroling nearby. And Kaeya knowing Jean’s work was negatively impacted by him.. may or may not have done something to alert the hilichurls to the the intruder. Quickly he was overwhelmed and beaten. With no knight in sight he was all alone. His struggle only made the hilichurls more violent. They threw him out, beaten to a pulp. When he saw Kaeya he was relieved thinking he was saved. But Kaeya had orders to finish the job of need be.

His death? A accident. Later hunters found him rotting near the camp, no foul play found. No one knew of his idea or who gave it to him, or who gave that person the idea. In your devastation you ended up right in her arms weeping.

“I am so sorry for your loss. I’ll make sure patrols return to normal and those camps are wiped out soon enough. I won’t let you experience such hardship ever again.” Crying to your boss felt so unprofessional but Jean was just so comforting to you. You had been putting on a brave face until now. You stood as she held you. “Lisa bought me this tea recently. It helps to steady my mind when I’m stressed, would you like me to give you some. I know it won’t remove your pain but it should help you somewhat. Unfortunately I can’t give you time off as two others are currently sick. But once they’re back I’ll give you some vacation okay?” She wiped your tears as you nodded.

“Th-that’s reasonable.. th-thank you.. oh god i must be such a burden. You’re already so stressed i didn’t mean to make it worse for you-“

“That’s not the case at all. I care about you. I want you to be safe and happy as every citizen in Mondstadt should be.” She kissed your forehead as she handed you the cup she prepared. “Here drink some tea. It was originally for me but I figure you need it more. I haven’t dranken from it.”

“Y-you’re sure that’s okay? I don’t mind waiting for another cup.” You asked. Oh how innocent you looked. Jean hated how she had to come to this, asking Lisa for a love spell to be put into the tea. But she couldn’t risk doing this to every suitor who got close to success. She needed to make sure you chose her otherwise she might go further next time.

“Its fine.” She said. You drank it with no further complaints.

Diluc was certain this was some sick prank. You, his beloved little maid, in love with nothing more than a simple merchant? Its not uncommon for the route from dawn winery to be used. But a certain merchant he purchased seeds from seemed to be getting far too close to you. Sure you two weren’t dating, he hadn’t even made the first step. But now he was absolutely was going to take drastic measures.

The first step: Distract you. You found yourself being assigned to chores more indoors an less outdoors. Diluc could sense how you would look out beyond hoping to see him again and he didn’t want that to continue. The second step was to lure said merchant back on a day you weren’t working. His arrival was horrible as the maids had all gone home leaving Diluc and Adelinde to recieve him, on a new moon, there was no moon to illuminate his path home so Diluc offered him to stay the night. He thought of this gratefully, originally the death Diluc planned was a simple killed in his sleep. But when he asked about you… oh it activated something in him. He even brought you a gift… how thoughtful… Diluc struggled to maintain his composure.

The merchant never did make it past the night. Despite his struggles. His body found beneath the bridge near Stone Gate. A investigation launched but ultimately blamed on bandits. With it his gift was smashed. You were devastated yes but your employer seemed to suddenly be more attentive than usual. He offered you meals and tea. Often requesting just to talk to you.

“Its getting late. I really should be going.” You set the tea cup back. “This was nice though. I wouldn’t mind doing this again but… oh.. is it raining?” You look out to see water coating the windows as what sounding like rain came from outside.

“Oh my it appears to be. At this hour you would be most vulnerable if you left now. You have no pets correct?”

“No.. oh dear…” you silently began to worry.

“You could always.. stay over. There is many a guest room and there’s spare pajamas for you. I’m certain it’ll be better than getting sick. Besides there’s bandits on the roads at these hours. You remember what happened to that merchant.” His voice luring you to s false sense of safety.

“Yes… I’ve been quite nervous going home now to be honest. Do you know if they ever found who did it?”

“Still nothing. Guards are posted more though. But it wpuld be easier. You do have a early shift here anyways in the morning so you wouldn’t need to go home right away. If that sounds alright.” He says, you jolted slightly as his hand gently grazed yours as you held your jacket. At that moment thunder clapped, startling you.

“I suppose that makes sene. I’ll take you up on that offer then..” you smiled shyly.

“I’ll lead you to your room then.”

He wasn’t going to let you leave.

(A/n: this is a alternative route to my other work Yelan vs Pantalone, dont consider this cannon to that piece but as its own spinoff)

Everyone has secrets. And Yelan’s is the fact that she stole a bride straight from Pantalone. It was mostly just to spite him, and also because she’s a sucker for a pretty face and couldn’t stand letting that happen. But oh they’re far more irresistible than she could’ve imagined. Now that they’re safely hidden in the jade chamber, working as a intern. She’s been visiting them when she comes to visit Ninguang, lucky her that Ninguang would allow her little damsel to stay in the jade chamber. But while her back was turned to her former life, she set her eyes on the people once known as parents to them. Her little Damsel cannot return to her former identity ever. And thus its better for her to believe that Pantalone went back on his word and killed them.

And that’s exactly what ended up happening. The Fatui’s search was halted and stopped because the Millieth wasn’t going to let the Fatui kill civilians just because they lost a bride. Even though they insisted they didn’t all signs pointed to that. She then forged documents to show to her beloved little damsel that this was the plan from the beginning, that Pantalone would have killed her parents upon acquiring her. Like the others so far, she used this opportunity to soothe them and bring them closer. At least this way they are alive and safe rather than in the hands of their families killer. Only… they are infact in the arms of their families killer. All seemed well until some stupid guard started poking around. He seemed more interested in courting them, believing they myst secretly be from s powerful family outside of Liyue and hiding. It was a rumor she purposely started to cover for their true identity. But now it backfired as this man saw a opportunity to climb up the social ladder. She isn’t quite sure what his exact plan was but her guess was he intended to make her fall for him and then marry him when she returned to her life, this guaranteeing a life of luxury. Unfortunately for him that won’t be the case. But Yelan can’t go killing her own. So she decided to simply use her influence to have him demoted to ground work instead. Convincing Ningguang that if allowed to stay he’ll uncover their scheme. The reason given to him was that apparently he was too loud or social than was acceptable in such environments. Afterwards he died to a hilichurl raid. Whoops.

“You.. you got my stuff?” You were surprised when she came to you with a crate.

“Yes, since legally you’re dead, your parents stuff was sold at auction at request of your family members. I grabbed what I remembered you valued myself.” She said with s smile as you beamed at the sight of your old things.

“It won’t raise suspicions will it?” Yu asked.

“I won’t let it. Don’t worry your pretty little head about the details.” She said patting you.

“I-i don’t know what I could do to repay you. You’ve done so much for me i-i truly have never had someone like you in my life.” You looked at her expecting a sort of humble brush off or something to actually be named.

“A date would be nice. Once everything cools down of course.” Her voice was like a purr, making you flustered.

“O-oh sure.. as long as it won’t cause you any trouble.”

“Perfect.” She said. You didn’t see it but she was considering drugging your tea that sat on the table behind her. A love potion, how typical but how effective. But seeing your blush she could tell you had infact fallen for her already. Which made the potion more of a backup if you ever lost feelings.

Neuvillete is anything but dishonest. But… seeing you cling to the arm of a guard, how happy you two looked.. it left him green with envy and red with wrath. To control himself he decided to simply change the guards routine to be out of your way. But you just went to meet them after work. His favorite little employee falling for the guard rather than him.. he felt deeply insulted.

Time for more drastic measures. He asks a favor from the clueless and happy Sedene (a simple melusine) to sneak into his house. To which she happens to find something. Just as planned he spends his time arranging scenarios to increase suspicion causing the other guards perform a check up right as he is planted with primordial sea water. He is quickly taken away to be questioned. Meanwhile you are distraught. You never thought him capable of such feats. But alas he was hardly the man you thought he was.

“I-I’m so sorry.. i truly didn’t know anything… i- Oh god ll this time..” you were hyperventilating as you were brought into questioning. “I-i.. oh god.. am i in danger? I could’ve ended up just like those missing girls..” Neuvillette’s hands reached out to your space as if to tell you to quiet down.

“I understand this situation is difficult. If necessary I’ll give you a moment to compose yourself. There isn’t any reason I have to suspect you but I still have to take precautions. You agreed to the random house search and no trace of seawater was found. I’m simply asking if he told you of anything suspicious or gave you any implications of his true nature.” He lowered his voice in a more gentle manner than he would in court. You sniffled as you wiped your tears.

“He.. he did keep inviting me to his place. I never went though. I didn’t think we were far along to do such things.. you know like… intimacy..” you nervously muttered. He still heard you, he was pleased to know you two didn’t get too serious.

“Were you two officially a couple?”

“No.. but we were close… i was going to ask him but then this all happened and… you know the story from there.”

“Hmm.. I see. It appears you infact were a target. Is there any reason you can think of?” He says. The sight of you so heartbroken and shaking is strangely attractive to him. So timid, so easily manipulated.

“No.. no not at all.. i don’t understand why?” You seemed more and more frightened. “S-should i not leave the house for a bit. This sounds very scary.. i don’t know if I can continue my routine as normal like this!” You whimpered as your hands seemed to get closer to your body. As if you retreating into she’ll to hide in.

“Fear not, I’ll have the secret patrol watch over. And each guard will undergo inspections from here onward. But i will be seeing you more. I want at least weekly updates to know of any strange activities or unexpected changes. Understand?” He said. You nodded. “With my life, I promise you, you will be safe. And I will let no harm come to you.. ever.”

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yourheart-inmyhands · 4 days

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Hey so I have a kinda weird request, you have the right to ignore this of course.

How would Beidou, Yae Miko and Jean react to object of their love would say that they see them like their older sister (basicaly friend-zoneing them)

hi hi! sorry it took me so long to get to this, it took me a bit of sitting on it to get a good response formulated! sorry for the wait :3

Warnings: this post contains yandere-themes, including kidnapping, love potions/drugging, mentions of conditioning/brainwashing, mentions of Stockholm syndrome, and other potential topics. Please read at your own risk!

Beidou:

She’s understandably crushed by this, while she encourages the members of her crew to behave like family and considers them as much, she wants you to see her as more. She’s already an older sister figure to others, she wants to finally mean something more to someone.

Beidou takes a few days to collect her thoughts, skilly avoiding you and holing up in her quarters on the Crux as she contemplates her next course of action. She might be crazy and reckless sometimes, her history can speak to that, she isn’t one to rush in without a plan.

She emerges with a new confidence, her usual swagger in her step as she confronts you once more. She tells you that she wants to take you on a trip and to pack your bags, enough for a few weeks. And no, you can’t decline.

“C’mon Doll, go get packing, an adventure awaits us.” A chuckle follows her words, her hands waving you off in the direction of your home. She follows behind you, helping you gather your things and carry them back to the Crux.

Beidou doesn’t tell you where she’s planning to take you, and the crew’s lips are equally as sealed, but the sudden shine in her eyes, the extra bit of stretch to her grin, and the way she can’t seem to keep away from you, all tell you that it’s certainly going to be something interesting.

Beidou decides to take you on a fairly long goose chase. While she claims you’re headed in the direction of one nation, you’re actually headed in the other. It takes a long while before you notice that you don’t really ever seem to reach a destination, just stopping in at small harbors and cities to restock food and supplies before setting off again.

Her plan was essentially to trap you on the ship with her, have you sleep in the captain’s quarters with her, and spend every moment you physically could with her. She wanted you to become reliant on her presence, to want her around the same way she wanted you around.

It’s a fairly shaky plan that relies mostly on you developing some form of Stockholm syndrome, but she’s insistent it will work. It has to. She needs you.

Yae Miko:

While she can understand where you’re coming from, it also frustrates her greatly. Of course, she’s very good at not letting it show, but she didn’t spend all this time doting on you and loving you like no other just to be seen as a sister.

She doesn’t let the sudden news interrupt your relationship though, if anything she’s just more insistent in the little ways she loves on you. A hand on the small of your back when you two walk together, tucking stray strands of hair behind your ear for you, the little things. Little things that she wants to make your heart flutter like how you make hers soar.

The longer it takes to win you over the more frustrated she gets, her centuries alive could not grant her enough patience to put up with this. But she remains cordial, acting as if everything is ok and normal. Until she can’t keep up the act.

“Just hold still darling, it hurts less that way.” Yae smiles as she watches you struggle against your rope bindings, she knows they aren’t comfortable and don’t feel the greatest, that the rough rope bruises and chaffs your skin, but it would have to do for now. She can’t trust you to be free just yet, after all, you haven’t proven your love and devotion to her.

Yae jumps into the drastic route of kidnapping, keeping you confined in a place that only she and a select few others are aware of. She’s with you all day every day for the first week or so and after that, the hours vary. She does still have duties to uphold at the Grand Sakura Shrine after all.

When she’s with you though, it’s time spent conditioning you into new behaviors and mindsets, making you dependent on her and her love to even function. If you cannot open your eyes and see that you do love her, then she supposes she’ll just have to show you herself.

When she’s not with you, you’re given some freedom to explore the strange area, but nothing too grand. You’re kept confined to a room, a door the only break in the walls, with basic decorations and furniture. Yae didn’t spend too much time decorating, she didn’t want you getting too attached to this place, after all, she plans to take you back home someday.

Jean:

Jean is possibly the most understanding about all of this. Not only is she already an older sister, but she’s also a leader and considered like family to a lot of Mondstat. This isn’t to say she’s not upset by this though, it hurts her deeply.

Deeply enough that she spends a few days burrowed in her office, drowning her aching heart out in mountains of paperwork. Eventually, Lisa lures her out with the promise of helping to change your mind, which Jean is hesitant to do.

She respects your decision and your choices, but she simply can’t imagine life without you. So it’s no surprise that she does accept Lisa’s help, who in turn recruits Albedo.

It doesn’t take long for Lisa and Albedo to come to a solution. Between their combined knowledge and power, creating a love potion was simple. Unorthodox sure, but Lisa was confident it would work, nobody would even know. Albedo was in it merely to see how one responds to being under its effects.

Jean is hesitant to give it to you, her hands turning the bottle over and over in her hands as she considers whether or not she wants to do it. There’s a small part of her that feels guilty about it, about taking such a large part of who you are from you, but the large part of her is dying to hold you in her arms, to leave kisses all over your face, to properly call you hers.

It’s almost startling how easily she finds herself giving it to you, inviting you over for some tea to apologize for her absence and her reaction to your rejection. Everything about it feels so normal, what reason would you have to believe your drink has been spiked.

When you take the first sip and it tastes funny should’ve been the first sign something was wrong, but at Jean’s insistence that she was sure she had made it right, you settle for taking another sip, eventually finishing your whole cup. A smile graced Jean’s face when she saw you set the empty cup down.

It didn’t take long for the effects to set in, after all, you’d consumed quite a bit. Seeing you looking at her like she put the stars in the sky like she was the greatest person you’d ever met, melted all of Jean’s doubts. Screw feeling guilty, Jean was happy you finally loved her back.

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yandereshingeki · 1 year

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Halloween Candy & Halloween Tragedy

Yandere!Eren J x Fem!Reader x Yandere!Jean

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Word Count: 8.8k

Pairing: Eren x Reader x Jean

Content: Yandere themes, character death, smut, Eren & Jean fighting as per usual, dubcon

Content Warnings: Yandere themes, Murder, Death, Dubcon (coercion), noncon stripping/groping, unprotected sex, possessiveness, guilt, drugging (?) (reader consents and its just melatonin 😭), shower cunilingus, lots of groping, voyeurism, voyeurism that turns into a threesome somewhat (?), Eren spanks you once lmao, fingering, pet names (baby, sweetheart, angel), Aftercare, prone-boning, Implied kidnapping

Summary: After obsessing over you for quite some time, Eren and Jean do something unforgivable after Armin’s Halloween party.

Rushed to finish this in like 3 weeks 😭😭 not my favorite but! that’s ok. Very late halloween post i know <3 hope u enjoy!

They could never agree to anything—always picking fights with one another and pissing each other off over the smallest of things.

They could never agree to anything—except when it came to you.

They agreed that you were perfect—an angel fallen from the heavens and ending up with them, of all people. The day they met you was one they could never forget, still crystal clear in the back of their memories.

That day, that blissful fall day their dear friend Armin introduced them to his long-time partner. You.

They stood in shock, coffee cups in hand when he approached them that day at the mall, his arm wrapped around you with his hand resting on your hip.

Oh, you were so perfect.

From the sparkle in your eyes to how soft your hand was when they shook it to greet you. Even the way you spoke to them—your voice like a drug they were taking for the first time, sending them both on a high they’d never experienced before, a high they were about to get addicted to. You were perfect.

How did you end up with Armin? It wasn’t fair—such an angel ending up with someone that wouldn’t be able to protect them if something went wrong, if the wrong people—like them— ended up finding you.

The look they shared after Armin walked ahead, trying to lead the group deeper into the mall, was all they needed to tell each other, ‘we need to talk’

It was strange that for once, they both agreed that they could share. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that they knew neither of them could get away with what they wanted alone, or perhaps it was some sort of empathetic revelation that they could share something after all.

Either way, by the time they drove home from the mall that day, your fates were sealed. Both yours and Armin’s.

From there, things went by so fast. Suddenly, they were hanging out with Armin all the time, always insisting that he bring you along. Armin was smart—they knew that, so how he never noticed their increasing interest in his partner, they’ll never know. Not that it mattered anyway, because they wouldn’t have stopped at anything to have you.

It was even more shocking, however, that no one noticed the two of them cooperating more than usual. The fights, reduced to bitter remarks with no rebuttal from the other. Every argument squashed with one look from the other that said, ‘you remember why we have to get along now, don’t you?’

Perhaps they did notice—but just assumed the reasons behind it were innocent, or maybe they were just happy that the annoying bickering stopped. Perhaps if someone had said something or cared enough to figure it out, they could have saved you and Armin.

From the moment they got that invitation to his friends-only Halloween party, it was over. With everything ready, all they had left to do was set their plan into action. After months of planning and doing their damnedest not to fight, it was time for them to reap the rewards of their efforts.

How funny was it, that you were dressed as an angel, matching more with them in their devil costumes than with your own boyfriend who wasn’t dressed up at all. It was a little shameful, to be honest. You deserved someone more willing to show off your relationship, someone who wouldn’t hesitate to show everyone who you belonged to. Like they could. Like they would.

The party couldn’t go by faster; even the alcohol didn’t help to speed things up. Hour by hour, game after game, shot after shot—it was finally over. One by one, everyone slowly called it a night and began to leave, saying their final goodbyes to the party’s host. And finally, it was just you four. All they had to do was wait for a moment alone with Armin. And that would be it.

“I’ll take out the trash!”

Perfect.

Two trash bags were all the party produced, which wouldn’t take long to drag outside. With your absence, they could finally go through with it. The second you walked out the back door with the plastic sacks, their plan was set into motion.

Jean made his way to the kitchen, plucking a knife from the wooden holder sitting on the counter. Eren began a conversation with Armin, distracting him from his partner in crime sneaking up behind him.

Swiftly, the knife was plunged into Armin’s backside, stabbing straight into his heart. He tried to scream and cry out, but it was no use as Eren slapped his hand over his mouth.

Jean removed the knife with a tug, leaving the wound vulnerable and open. Armin was quick to go limp in their arms, the two lowering him slowly to the floor as he drifted into demise. Soon enough, he was gone—leaving the two remaining boys to themselves as they mourned him quickly and quietly.

When you came back, you immediately noticed your friend’s positions on the floor, both of them holding your bloodied boyfriend in their arms. You eyed them for a minute, taking a step forward before noticing the pool of red they knelt in. The pool of red coming from your boyfriend.

Screaming, you stumbled back and made a beeline to the nearest bedroom. The one you and Armin shared.

Jean and Eren cursed loudly, chasing after you as fast as they could only to be stopped by a door slammed in their faces. On the other side, you turned the lock and slid down the wood, curling into a ball and sobbing into your knees.

Your boyfriend was dead. Your boyfriend was dead and your best friends killed him. You couldn’t believe it.

Eren was the first to grab the doorknob, wriggling it violently and pounding on the door when it didn’t open.

“Let us in! Come on, don’t make this harder than it has to be!” He shouted, rattling the knob and shaking the door in its frame.

Before he could attempt to throw himself at the door, Jean stopped him and pointed out the lock on the handle. It was a privacy lock, a small indent on the outside of it allowing anyone to unlock the door with as little as a penny—which they happened to have, along with an abundance of other change in their pockets.

When you heard the click of the lock unlocking, adrenaline rushed through your veins. You grabbed onto the handle, trying your damnedest to hold it in place because as far as you knew, your life depended on it. Everything was blurred with tears, the sweat on your palms making it even more difficult to hold on.

As the knob slipped from your hand, the door flew open—sending you flying to the side with it. You let out a shrill scream, collapsing as Jean and Eren ran in. You expected to meet the same fate as your boyfriend—but to your surprise, they both knelt down and hugged you as tight as they could.

The squirms and sobs that followed were expected, the two holding you tighter with every movement you made. You screamed for Armin, demanding to know what they did to him—but neither answered. Instead, they squeezed you until you finally gave up, your legs falling limp while you sobbed into Eren’s chest.

Eren put his hand in your hair, petting your head while Jean buried his face into your neck, his chin scratching your shoulder.

“Hey… it’s ok, we aren’t gonna hurt you. We’re just taking something that should’ve belonged to us in the first place. We’ll take care of you now.” Jean pecked your cheek, one of his arms around you moving so he could caress your waist.

Eren nodded in agreement, kissing your forehead and pushing himself closer to Jean until you were pressed in between them, your back flush against Jean’s chest and your chest against Eren’s. You cried and cried, trying to wriggle and squirm away from their touch. There was nowhere for you to go.

“Shh, shh… just relax, we’re gonna take good care of you. We’ll make you forget all about what you saw.” Eren cooed to you, kissing down your face until his lips landed on yours. Expectedly, you flinched and immediately threw your head back into Jean’s chest, trying to avoid him as he leaned in further and continued to try and kiss you.

Growing tired of your thrashing, he just grabbed your jaw with one hand and forced you to kiss him. No matter how much you seemed to cry or squirm, he wasn’t stopping. And neither was Jean, who pressed soft kisses into the back of your head, his hands slowly creeping up to your chest as he did.

You wondered how this was supposed to be comforting to you. Two of your best friends killing your boyfriend and then trying to do what only he was allowed to do. It felt horrible. Everything was going too fast.

You squeezed your eyes shut, even more tears flooding your face. As much as you squirmed, nothing seemed to work to get you away from them. They were so much stronger than you, holding you down with ease. It had you feeling sick.

Blood was all over the floor—and on them and you. Your boyfriend’s blood.

Almost as if he noticed the drying gore at the same time as you, Jean pulled away from your neck and looked around the floor, looking at Eren and clearing his throat, “We should clean ourselves up, Eren… We’re getting blood on them.”

“Where are we supposed to clean ourselves? The sink?” Eren responded, pulling away from his kiss, forgetting that he wasn’t just a guest at this house anymore.

“The shower, dipshit.” Jean snapped.

“Oh, yea.” Eren looked to the floor, slightly embarrassed by his lack of thought.

Jean sighed and stood up, pulling you up with him by the arms.

Eren followed after him, grabbing your waist as you tried to struggle again. He gave Jean a quick smirk, not giving him time to disapprove of whatever he planned to do before he was already committing to it.

You let out a yelp as Eren bent down and picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder and walking into the large bathroom you used to share with Armin. He flipped the light switch, revealing the makeup brushes and eyeshadow palettes sitting out on the sink that you had told Armin you’d put away after the party. The clothes you’d both been wearing before were messily thrown into the hamper. Your towels were still hung up on the towel bars. Everything was still in its place like it was before the party—the party you wished had never happened.

Jean followed in after, sliding open the glass shower door and turning the knob to hot. He grabbed some of the clean towels from a wire storage shelf next to the toilet, throwing them over the shower door’s frame. Next, he grabbed the cheap plastic horn headbands from his and Eren’s heads, tossing them on the floor.

Eren put you down, pushing you onto your knees and holding you there, refusing to let your begging and cries get to him as he began to tug your costume off of you.

Jean undressed himself next to you, taking off his cheap devil wings and pointy clipped-on tail to throw them in the growing costume pile. He paused after, taking a moment to stare at your now exposed self after Eren had just stripped you of your halo, wings, and dress.

Underneath everything, you were wearing a white, expensive-looking pair of white lace bra and panties, most certainly intended for Armin. Although, that didn’t matter anymore—because no matter who it was for—it belonged to them now. You belonged to them.

You cried as Jean reached forward and caressed one of your tits, causing you to recoil back and fling your arms over your chest. You wanted to shrink down and hide in a corner, away from them. This was humiliating.

Acknowledging your discomfort, Jean pulled his hand away and continued to undress, taking off his black turtleneck shirt and matching black pants with his boxers. He discarded the clothes, moving Eren aside so he could do the same while he finished undressing you.

The tension was uncomfortable as he reached behind you, going to unclip your bra. You had your head turned to the side to avoid accidentally looking at his third leg, and you could only curl up to protect yourself because of how they had you back into a corner.

You tried looking past Jean—at anything else—but your eyes were met with Eren’s dick instead. Almost immediately, you whipped your head away and squeezed your eyes shut—which would have amused the boys if you weren’t still crying your eyes out.

After managing to pry off your bra from underneath your arms, Jean had to pull you onto your feet to strip off your final garment. You protested, trying to collapse back into the ball you were in previously, but Eren held you up with his arms around your torso while Jean pulled down your panties.

It felt like you were betraying your boyfriend. Even though he was dead, it felt like you were betraying him. Your darling boyfriend that you loved so much. You couldn’t believe he was dead.

You cried more at the thought of him, and at the fact that you were now naked in front of the very people that took him away. You felt disgusted and disgusting. This feeling was hell.

The shower was more than warmed up by now, so Jean slid open the glass door again and pulled you in with him, Eren following close behind you. It was a little cramped with 3 people, but not so cramped that they couldn’t look at or touch you.

You felt so exposed with the two of them ogling your body, and you felt even more uncomfortable knowing they were both fighting the urge to touch it. You could see it in their eyes and the way they stared down at you like predators drooling over their prey. They looked like they wanted to tear you apart.

The stream of water dripping down them and flooding the drain was red with the blood that washed off of them. It was disgusting to look at, and it felt even grosser to have some on yourself. Your own boyfriend’s blood was all over you. All over them.

You began crying again, incapable of holding it in at all. Everything you’d known collapsed in less than an hour, how else were you supposed to react?

Jean and Eren panicked, trying quickly to comfort you by wrapping their arms around you and wiping the blood away, but it only served to make things worse. Their hands were stained with murder, and you didn’t want it on you.

“It’s ok, it’s ok… don’t cry.” Eren tried to wipe your tears, ignoring how you turned away from him and attempted to push his hand. He tried to kiss your face, cupping it to hold you in place while he did. Instead, his lips touched your cheek, so he tried to go along with it and kiss down to your jaw and neck.

You tried to back away, forgetting that Jean was behind you and only pushing yourself further into his chest. He instinctively put his hands on your waist, making your body tense up with anxiety.

Eren looked from you to Jean, meeting eyes with him for a minute before he quietly knelt down in front of you, sliding his hands below Jeans onto your hips. He kissed your stomach, eyes glaring up at you as you grew more and more uneasy.

“Eren, what—what are you doing?” You asked through fading tears, putting your hands on his head and fingers digging hesitantly into his scalp. If you weren’t in the shower, sweat would be rolling down your face. Your brain was going a million miles an hour and you couldn’t focus on anything except the loud beating of your racing heart.

“I’m trying to help you forget, and since you don’t want me kissing your face I thought that maybe I could kiss you,” He paused, moving one of his hands to hold you steady while he threw your leg over his shoulder, “right here.”

You couldn’t move. Your body was frozen. Everything felt like it was going in slow motion as you watched him lean in, placing his lips on your clit. You tightened your grip on his hair which was still neatly tied in a tight bun, trying to pull on it. He didn’t budge, kissing the tender spot between your legs over and over as you failed to protest.

With your attention occupied by Eren, Jean took his chance to grope you rather roughly, squeezing your tits and fondling them vigorously. His fingers grazed over your nipples repeatedly, turning them stiff and extra sensitive the more he rubbed and touched them.

“J-Jean—Jean—“ You stuttered, putting one of your hands over his. You wanted to tell him to stop—you wanted to scream at him and push him away, but you just couldn’t. You couldn’t bring yourself to do it. You tried, but you were silent as your mouth hung agape.

Hearing you whimper his name like that had Jean rutting against you, trying to force himself even closer to you than before. He wanted to feel you more and more. Hips grinding on yours, hands groping and feeling you. He needed more.

“Hey… pay more attention to me,” Eren whined, frowning about your shift in attention. He moved back to your clit and stuck his tongue out, beginning to lap at your bud while he stared up at your face. Jealousy was eating him inside. Why didn’t you say his name like that first? He was the one that was between your legs, and he was the one that came up with the idea that led to this. It wasn’t fair that you were moaning for horse face instead.

Eren watched as your face contorted into a mix of pleasure and pain, tears welling up in your eyes but refusing to fall. He latched onto your clit, sucking on it and occasionally flicking over it with his tongue in an effort to milk more sweet sounds out of you. You squirmed but only ended up grinding yourself onto his mouth, so you stopped and tried to hold still instead—which wasn’t very effective.

“Being good for us now, are ya?” Jean hummed, placing his lips on the crook between your shoulder and neck, showering it with light pecks and kisses trailing to your nape. He latched on, beginning to suck away at your skin and leave a large bruise. You had dozens of fading hickeys from Armin, and he was determined to replace them with his own. He needed to show you that you were his now. His.

Slowly, your tiny whimpers of objection began to turn into more carnal whines fueled by the lewd things they’d been doing to you. Things were growing fuzzy, your brain wanting to forget what you had seen.

Eren was getting rougher, making sure to be as loud as he could when he ate you out to subtly brag to Jean about how much he was enjoying it. You felt every moan and every hum on your clit, turning you so heated that you were practically dripping on his face. He had your legs shaking and crumbling under you, turning you into jelly. Just like Armin used to.

Jean had to hold your waist to keep you from falling, still groping you as you nearly went limp. All you could think about was Armin and how you would melt over his touch just like this. You already missed him so much. It was torture.

You couldn’t hold the tears back anymore, whimpering out a quiet “Ar—min…!” through desperate pants as you started to cry again.

Eren froze, as did Jean. For a moment, you thought that maybe they’d changed their minds about what they were doing. That’s what you’d hoped for, anyways—until Eren stood up in front of you, and you saw the furious scowl on his face.

It wasn’t one of the ridiculously overexaggerated frowns he’d have after losing a game to your boyfriend—it wasn’t the kind you could belly laugh at because of how stupid it looked.

This frown was terrifying. It made your heart drop into the pit of your stomach. It made your tears stop out of pure terror.

You felt Jean let go of your waist and chest, replacing his hand on the side of your neck. Your body tensed up again, your face turning hot with anxiety as his hand tightened.

“Let's move this to the bed, Jean,” Eren said, looking behind you at Jean. Your chest felt so heavy.

Not long after he said that, the shower was turned off. Eren slid open the door, stepping out and not even bothering to get a towel as he grabbed your wrist and yanked you out. He dragged you back into the bedroom, pulling you in front of him and pushing you towards the bed. Before you could even attempt to do anything or turn around, he had you bent over the bed, pushing your upper back down so that your spine was arched and your ass was pressed against him.

Jean sat on the bed across from you with his arms crossed, giving you a scowl that was as equally terrifying as Eren’s was. Without breaking eye contact with you, he questioned Eren, “Why do you get to go first?”

You tried to squirm as he finished speaking, not enjoying the implication of what he had said. In the end, it only made Eren push down harder, forcing a few whimpers out of you from the pain of your spine being bent.

“Because I’m the one that dragged them here! Now just shut up and let me do my thing, and you can have your turn with them when I’m done.” He pushed himself against you, allowing you to feel his erection against your heat.

He leaned forward, placing one of his hands by your head and snaking the other around your waist to feel as if you were still wet, pressing his chest against your back. As he did, you began to weep. It was starting to feel like you were being objectified, and you hated it.

You wanted to say something, beg them to think about what they were doing—but you still couldn’t. Nothing came out except desperate cries and hiccups. You looked to Jean, your eyes begging him for help, but he just sat there, staring at you with concern and guilt in his eyes.

After a full minute of watching you cry as Eren probed you, he finally spoke up, looking up at his friend, “Eren.”

“What?” Eren replied, returning his gaze and looking rather annoyed.

“There’s something wrong.”

“What do you mean?” He asked, pausing his actions and pulling his hand away.

“Look,” Jean said, pointing to you.

Eren leaned to the side to get a better look at you, his eyes widening as he got a good glance at your tears. He looked back to Jean, his expression screaming at him to do something because he didn’t know what to do.

Trying to stay calm despite his internal panic, Jean put his hand on your head to pet you while he tried to ask you why you were crying.

“What do you think?! I’m not—I’m not an object,” you managed out between sniffles and hiccups, “I’m not something for you to use.”

There was a momentary pause between them before you felt Eren wrap his other arm around you, his head resting on your shoulder. He nuzzled his face into your skin, his stray hair tickling you as he did.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized quietly, squeezing you tightly.

Jean put his hand over one of yours, holding it tightly and reassuring you, “You’re more than just an object to us.”

“You’re our everything,” Eren spoke right after, while Jean nodded in agreement.

“We just want to make you feel good and help you forget.”

“Please. Let us make you forget about everything. I promise we’ll be so good to you. Please.” Eren begged, putting even more of his weight onto you.

You knew there wasn’t much you could do in this situation. No matter what you said or did, they were going to take you in one way or another—sexually or physically. Part of you wanted to use the situation to distract yourself, even if nothing would be as good as Armin was. You just wanted to forget, to stop thinking about what you saw for even a second.

“Okay… Okay… fine. Do whatever you want, just—just please be gentle.” You said, wiping your tears on the sheets. Just thinking about fighting was exhausting. It was easier to just let them have their way with you, and at the very least you could pretend that one of them was Armin.

Both of them kissed the top of your head, moving away from you and giving you more space—at least Jean did, as Eren still had his hips pushed against you and was not planning to move any time soon.

He put his hand on your back again, running it slowly up and down your spine, attempting to soothe you instead of force you into the bed like before, “We won’t hurt you. We would never hurt you on purpose.”

Jean leaned down to kiss your head again, brushing one of his hands through your hair while Eren reassured you. He kept it there, even when Eren bent over you and began to kiss your nape and shoulder blade again, sucking a fee hickeys into your skin while he did.

You were quiet underneath them, no longer squirming or fighting. It made it so much easier for them to touch and comfort you like they wanted, and so much easier to do other things as well.

Eren stood up again, grabbing a handful of your ass and resuming where he left off before you started crying. He moved his hand to your inner thighs and felt between your folds, checking to see if you were still wet enough for him to keep going—and to his surprise, you were. Even after crying for the 3rd time that night, you were still wet from his tongue against you. He thought it was cute.

You let out a quiet gasp as he slid himself over your sex, moving his hips a few times to “test the waters” before he was ready to put it inside you. After that, he used his fingers to spread you apart, giving him better access to line his head up against you.

Taking in a deep breath, you prepared yourself mentally for what he was about to do. The grip you had on the bedsheets was turning your knuckles pale from how tight it was. You were so nervous.

Noticing how tense you were, Jean squeezed your hand and leaned down to rest his face next to yours. He massaged over your knuckles with his thumb, kissing your head repeatedly until you loosened your grip.

“Just relax, sweetheart. It’s ok.” He cooed, pressing his forehead against you. Glancing at Eren, he gave him a small nod to say that he was free to start.

With a small smirk, Eren pushed his hips into yours, successfully piercing your cunt.

You let out a loud whine, tensing up again as he filled you. As much as you tried to imagine it was Armin, it was so difficult. Eren felt nothing like him—and he was bigger. The way he held you, the way he gripped your hips so tight that it could leave bruises—it was nothing like Armin. Armin was soft and gentle with you, not rough like Eren. You couldn’t pretend he was Armin.

Pushing into you further, Eren was determined to get as deep as he could before actually fucking you. You were so tight, so warm. He wanted to feel it over his entire length.

Letting out a guttural groan, he bottomed out. Your ass squished against his thighs and he was pushing your upper body against the bed, leaning over you and forcing your back into a painful curve from your ass still being in the air.

His face turned red as he slowly slid out, cherishing every ounce of friction he felt. He could only make it halfway out before he succumbed to the urge and slammed back into you, earning another yelp as he got close to hitting your cervix.

“Be careful!” Jean snapped at him, gripping your clenched fist in his hand.

“Shut—the fuck up! Horseface!” Eren yelled back, groaning as he smacked his hips into yours.

With every thrust, you let out loud yelps and moans, your body lunging forward each time he fucked into you. The only thing that kept you from collapsing into the bed was Eren holding you up; your legs felt jello. Everything was so hot, you were burning up. Not only in your face, but in your intimate parts as well.

He filled you up so well. It made you feel so guilty to admit it but he felt amazing inside of you. So amazing that your wetness was dripping down your thighs. It felt even better when you clenched around him, urging him to bury himself in your cunt and stay there.

“Holy shit—oh my god baby, I’m gonna cum too early if you keep squeezing me like that!” Eren stuttered through his pants, increasing his speed while he leaned over you more and squished you against the bed.

The room was filled with pants, moans, and the sound of skin slapping against skin. It was loud. You were loud. Louder than you thought you would be. You were enjoying this more than you thought you would too.

Jean was getting jealous of Eren now, and it was obvious. He was scowling at him, gripping your hand that he forcibly pulled away from the sheets to hold. He wanted to steal your attention, but when he looked at you, you were too caught up in your own pleasure to notice his irritation.

Eren noticed the displeased look on his face and smirked, deciding that it would be funny to tease him, “What’s the—ugh—matter, Jean boy? You upset you gotta wait to have a turn with this perfect angel?”

Jean frowned at his taunts, letting out a quiet “ugh” before he retaliated, “You’re not gonna be laughing when I’m the one making them squirm!”

“Oh, really? We’ll—hah—We’ll see about that,” he groaned, pulling one of his hands back and giving you a hard smack on the ass, “but right now they’re mine.”

You yelped as he slapped you, feeling your eyes water from the sting. He spanked you fucking hard.

Quietly lifting your head up, you managed to stutter out through sniffles, “Please be more gentle.”

He stopped his pounding as soon as you said that, ignoring the murderous glare that Jean gave him as he bent over to kiss your head, the malicious tone in his voice from before disappearing and being replaced by the sweetest voice he could muster, “I‘m sorry, angel. I’ll ask you next time.”

He kissed up and down your nape a few times before standing up, beginning to thrust into you again but much slower than before. It was agonizing, and you almost preferred being spanked to this.

Suddenly, he was on top of you—pushing you down so that you would lay flat on the bed while he continued fucking into you. The new position felt strange until he slid his hand underneath you and found his way to your clit—then all of the feelings you had melted into pleasure. You were rutting against him as he ground into you, not even bothering to pull out and just relishing in your warmth. Even when he wasn’t moving, you felt so good and tight. He could feel himself nearing the edge.

“Baby, baby, oh baby, I think I’m gonna—fucking cum!” Eren managed to say, but not without moaning halfway through as he pushed his pelvis into you. He wrapped his free arm around you and humped against you as quickly as he could, finally reaching his limit and letting loose so that he could finish inside of you.

You were quick to follow his lead as he unraveled inside of you, his fingers rubbing against your clit while you were being stretched out by his length pushing you over the edge. His hips stilled against your twitching ones as you both savored the feeling of your orgasms, leaving a red-faced Jean speechless as he continued to wait for his turn.

He stared at you, growing more and more tempted to reach out and grab you away. He wanted to make you feel that pleasure all over again, but from him this time—and he was growing impatient waiting for it.

So impatient that the second Eren had the strength post-orgasm to push himself up and pull out of you, Jean was pushing him away and pulling you closer to him.

“Hey! What are you doing!” Eren shouted.

“It’s my turn now! You can’t complain!” Jean responded, sticking his tongue out at him as he pulled you up and onto his lap with your back against his chest.

Still delirious from your orgasm, you let him do as he pleased, sitting obediently in his lap and leaning on him.

Eren pouted, mumbling something about he wasn’t done and moving to sit at the head of the bed, leaning on your pillows. He crossed his arms and frowned, glaring intensely at the two of you.

Jean ignored him and continued on with what he was doing, feeling up your hips, outer thighs, and chest. He was much more touchy-feely than Eren was, it seemed; much more eager to caress your body than get to the point and fuck you.

“God, watching you with Eren was fucking agonizing…You’re mine now. Thank god.” He groped you, focusing on fondling your chest while he ground against you.

You melted into his touch, absent-mindedly grinding against him as well. Your brain was completely empty aside from lustful thoughts. All you could think about was keeping the dopamine high you were on so that you didn’t have to think about the heavy things you were suffering through.

Jean slid one hand down to your cunt, touching your clit and rolling over it with his fingers. Eren’s cum dripped out of you and onto Jean’s cock, making him shiver with disgust but push on despite that. He was regretting not being more assertive about sharing you earlier, but it didn’t really matter. He may not have earlier, but he was going to take you now no matter what. And then you would be filled with his cum instead of Eren’s.

“Does it feel better when I’m the one touching you, baby?” He asked as you, increasing the motion against your clit. You whimpered in response, not wanting to say or do something that would upset Eren. However, your lack of an actual response only made him rub faster, wanting to elicit anything that would irritate Eren.

“Jean—Jean!” You cried as he found an extra sensitive spot to touch on your bundle of nerves. After hearing you moan and seeing you squeeze your eyes shut, he sped up his fingers, not halting when your legs involuntarily closed together. Your back arched against his chest, and you couldn’t stop your legs from shaking and squirming.

Jean was smirking as he touched you, prying your legs apart so he could keep going. You writhed and whimpered in his arms, grabbing onto his legs underneath you while you clenched around nothing. The previous orgasm had already made you so sensitive, and with almost no time to rest, another one was building up quickly.

“Do you like this? Hm? Do you, baby?” He asked, dipping his fingers inside of you and continuing to rub your clit with his other hand. You could only nod as he thrust them inside of you, pushing them in and out of you at an intense pace. His fingers were so long and rough, but somehow gentle and loving at the same time—pausing to feel around your insides, trying to memorize every inch of you.

You leaned your head on his shoulder, finally opening your eyes and looking at Eren to see how he was doing. Instead of the angry look you expected, he was staring back at you with his dick in his hand, eyes half-lidded as he pounded into his fist.

Wondering why your breath had hitched, Jean turned his head in the same direction as yours, his mouth falling open when he saw what shocked you.

“Are you serious, Eren?” He asked, pausing everything he was doing to stare at him in disbelief.

Eren paused, growing embarrassed by both of your eyes on him. He covered his mouth and gave Jean his muffled reply, “Just shut up and keep going.”

“Oh? You think this is hot?” Jean teased him, smiling as Eren’s expression grew frustrated.

“I said shut up!”

“Whatever you want,” Jean said, pulling his fingers out of you and spinning you around on his lap so you faced him, and then turning his entire body so that your back was facing Eren.

It took him a minute to process what he had done and why, but once he did, a smug smile took over Eren’s face and he suddenly wasn’t as embarrassed anymore, “Thanks for the different view, Horseface.”

He leaned back against the headboard, one hand at his side and the other on his length while he stared at your ass. His cheeks were still red with embarrassment and lust, but he felt no need to hide it anymore.

Rolling his eyes, Jean moved one of his hands down to your ass, using the other to help position himself at your heat. He rubbed the head against your clit, gathering your natural arousal on himself before pushing into you ever so slightly.

“I’m putting it in now, ok?” He said, leaning his forehead against yours.

You nodded, your shaking hands reaching to grab onto his shoulders as he slowly guided your hips down his cock.

“Oh god, baby…” He moaned as he reached as deep as he could go, still trying to push you even further down. He buried his face into your neck, inhaling your sweet scent and trying to keep himself from going overboard. As much as he wanted to give you a chance to adjust, he also wanted to grab your hips and rail you like a human fleshlight.

While he was whimpering about how tight you squeezed him into your neck, you were more focused on getting used to this new feeling. Jean was less girthy than Eren, but a little bit longer—just long enough to touch your cervix, in fact. Even without any movement, just sitting on him, the tip of his dick was kissing it. It felt so strange—almost painful, but in a good way that had you clenching around him.

You were whining against his neck, trying not to squirm in his lap while he got comfortable, shifting around underneath you. His nails dug so tight into your hips you were sure you were going to bleed—but you didn’t care. You just wanted him to fuck you like it was the last thing he’d do.

Eren was already stroking himself again, biting his lip to hold back his noises. He was staring at your ass, trying to fantasize about being in you from behind while Jean did his own thing. He craved it so badly, but doing something intense like that after you’d already gone through so much just a little over an hour ago was not a good idea. Instead, he decided that it could wait for when you joined him and Jean at their shared apartment—maybe as a sort of celebration for finally catching you. That would be so much fun—for you and them.

“Ride me, baby, please.” Jean gripped the back of your head, leaning into you so that your chest was pressed against his and you were flush against him. He held you tightly, his legs shaking from holding back; he wanted to flip you over and fuck you like Eren did.

You tried to comply, lifting yourself up about an inch or two before falling down on him again; the way he held you gave you almost no room to move. You were stuck with him bottomed out in you no matter how hard you tried.

“Jean—Jean, I can’t move when you’re holding me like this…” you spoke quietly, whimpering at the feeling of his tip repeatedly pushing on your cervix.

Fumbling, he was quick to let go and lay back, mumbling a quiet ‘sorry’ as his hands slid from around you to your chest. For a minute, he just fondled you, pawing at and squeezing your tits before moving his hands to your hips, ready to help you move on his cock.

Before you could even start, he was already lifting you up and slamming you back down, thrusting his hips up to meet you halfway. You hadn’t even gotten a chance to do it yourself, instead being bounced on his length by him alone.

“Fuck! Fuck! Jean!” You cried, putting your hands on his chest as he began going faster, holding you up while he fucked up into you, bashing against your cervix. He stared at your chest, panting as he put all of his energy into taking you.

“Fuck baby, fuck, you feel so good!” He moaned in ecstasy, stopping for a moment to move his hands to your ass and get a better grip on you, “Even better than I dreamed.”

You were nearly in tears; He was already so fast for having just started, it was overstimulating.

“What happened to being careful, Jean-boy?” Eren asked, teasing him for his hypocrisy while he leaned forward and put his hand next to one of Jean’s, still stroking himself.

“Shut up!” Jean yelled out, smacking his hand away and fucking you even faster.

“Tch. Asshole.” Eren responded, leaning onto the headboard again and rubbing himself even faster.

You started crying, moans slipping past your lips as your cunt was ravaged. You were praying that he would tire out soon because you didn’t know how much more of this you could take. You were so sore and as good as it felt, it still made your insides ache.

Jean was panting heavily, beads of sweat rolling down his red face. He looked tired, almost dizzy—a direct result of exuding all of his energy too early. He slowed his hips, still trying to guide you to keep going, but he was too exhausted to keep going.

Instead of continuing where he left off, you sat on his lap, quiet and unmoving, as equally as tired as he was. You were so tired that you couldn’t even hold yourself up, your body collapsing on top of his.

Feeling pity for you and Jean—mostly you—Eren stopped his self-pleasuring to move closer, putting his hands on your hips and slowly grinding them down on Jean’s dick while he asked, “Do you need some help, Jean?”

He wanted to say no, to shove him away and keep going by himself, but Jean’s body was too tired to, and he was too desperate to finish inside of you. Swallowing his pride, he wrapped his arms around you and quietly replied, “Fine, Eren.”

With a smirk on his lips, Eren grabbed your hips and forced you to lift your thighs, guiding you down slowly and then repeating. All you did was raise and lower yourself, letting him do the work of positioning you.

Jean buried his face into your shoulder, whimpering as you moved at a much slower speed than before. He was holding you against him, trying to move his hips to help Eren, even if it wasn’t much.

You were basically just grinding against Jean, but it didn’t matter. You didn’t need to move much. As long as you got him to finish in the end, then it wouldn’t matter. As long as you got through this, it would be ok.

“Keep moving, baby. I need to take care of myself too.” Eren said, putting his pelvis against your ass so you’d grind against him and Jean as you moved. He grabbed his dick, stroking it while you moved against him. It felt good, but not as good as being inside of you—that’s something nothing would ever compare to.

Jean was starting to move faster again—not as fast as before, but still fast enough to build up to release quickly. He whispered sweet things into your ear, praising you for being good and telling you how amazing you felt. His voice was shaking and his hips stuttered against yours, the knot in his stomach building up quickly. You could feel it growing, the slow pleasure building in your lower abdomen inducing a fuzzy feeling in your chest.

Your cunt pulsed around him as he kept hitting your cervix, finally reaching your breaking point as you cried out, falling apart on top of him and letting out a single sob as you were filled by him. Everything felt so good that you could almost ignore the pain that you were sure would follow.

As you squeezed him, he could feel his release coming quickly, his cock twitching inside of you as the pressure grew. His orgasm hit like a brick, his hips thrusting into you a few more times before he bottomed out for the last time and held you there.

His cum mixed with Eren’s inside of you, dripping down onto his dick as he pulled out. His hips were still twitching as he held you, his face buried in the side of your head while he inhaled your intoxicating scent.

Behind you, Eren was also reaching his second climax, his hand going faster and faster and the warmth inside of him growing. He shut his eyes tight, imagining his fist was your pussy as he squeezed his dick until he came, his release splayed across your back. He’d fucked his hand hundreds of times before while thinking about it, but nothing could compare to what you actually felt like.

You whined, feeling uncomfortable at the warm fluid on your lower back. Eren leaned over you, breathing heavily but not panting. He was still for a moment, apologizing and massaging your waist before he moved away from you and Jean, getting off of the bed and heading to the bathroom to clean himself up.

After he was cleaned up and had his boxers back on, Eren grabbed a rag and wet it, making his way to the bed to clean you off. He wiped your back off, moving inside your thighs and cleaning the mess he and Jean made. Contemplating for a moment, he decided to be a good friend and clean the cum from Jean’s lap, tossing the rag to the side when he finished.

Jean thanked him, still clinging onto you as he rolled onto his side.

“Are you gonna get up now, horsie? We have shit to take care of.” Eren asked, shaking his shoulder and frowning when all he did was groan.

“Get my boxers and I’ll think about it.” He said, a tiny smirk on his face as he did.

Annoyed, Eren let out a long sigh and stomped into the bathroom to grab his underwear. When he returned, he threw them at Jean’s head and repeated, “Now?”

“Fine! Fine! I’m getting up!” Jean sighed as he sat up, kissing your head as he did. He slipped on his boxers and walked into the bathroom, the sound of cabinets opening and closing following.

As he left, your head followed him, trying to figure out what the “shit they had to take care of” was.

Eren walked up to you, pulling you into a sitting position and putting a finger over your mouth when you tried to ask what was happening. He turned away after, leaving you confused as he walked to the closet and dug through it. He pulled out a baggy gray sweater and walked back to you, tugging it over your head without asking and forcing your arms through the sleeves.

You looked down at the sweater, feeling your heart sink when you realized who’s it was.

“Armin…” You whimpered, tears welling in your eyes. The guilt and despair grew again as you realized what you did. You fucked your boyfriend’s murders. You let your boyfriend’s murderers fuck you.

Eren, who had gone back to the closet to grab a new pair of underwear for you, turned around as soon as he heard you sob, rushing to comfort you with your panties in his hand.

Jean emerged from the bathroom when he heard you, looking between you and Eren before asking, “What’s wrong? What happened?”

“What do you think, dumbass?” Eren replied, glaring at him while he wrapped his arms around you.

Jean scoffed and walked over, hugging you with Eren and petting your head.

You cried more, covering your face as the tears fell. The post-orgasm clarity was setting in, and it felt horrible.

Jean and Eren whispered to each other above your head, quiet enough that you couldn’t hear what they were saying. They spoke back and forth into each other’s ears, careful to make sure you wouldn’t understand.

After a minute of conversing in whispers, they both went quiet. Eren sat on the bed next to you, wrapping his arm around you and rubbing your shoulder.

“Put these on for me, ok?” He smiled, holding out your panties for you and shooting Jean a look that you couldn’t read, “We’ll take care of you.”

Nodding through tears and sniffles, you took the panties and put them on quickly, not wanting to feel exposed to them any longer. Eren kissed your head and pulled you into his chest, rubbing your shoulders and back to soothe you while you cried.

Without your eyes on him, Jean quietly left the room to get a glass of water from the kitchen. On the way there, he shielded his vision from the living room, trying to avoid seeing the upsetting scene more than he would inevitably have to when he went to clean it up. He did the same as he walked back, speeding by quickly to avoid the mess.

When he returned to the room, he handed Eren the glass of water and grabbed a small bottle of melatonin tablets from off the bathroom counter. He had taken it with him to the party as part of the plan, only retrieving them from his pants after he was done fucking you but promptly leaving them in the bathroom when he heard you cry.

He unscrewed the child-safety top, took four 5mg tablets out, and put it back on. You looked at him as he told you to hold out your hand, wiping your tears and runny nose with your other sleeve as you did. He handed them to you and told you to take them, so you did—without even thinking—the strawberry-flavored tablets dissolving on your tongue.

Eren urged you to drink some of the water before he put the glass down, moving closer to the middle of the bed so he could lie down with you. Jean walked to the other side, laying by your side and wrapping his arms around your waist, cuddling into you. Eren did the same, hugging your upper body and enveloping you in his and Jean’s warmth.

It was almost relaxing like this, being so warm and cozy. You could feel your eyelids become heavy and your tears dissipate in favor of a stuffy nose and red eyes, your body growing heavier with each passing second.

“Just relax, sweetheart. We’ll have everything taken care of by the time you wake up.” Jean said softly, running his hand up and down your thigh.

“It’s been a long night. Just sleep, baby.” Eren encouraged you, kissing your head and moving as close as he could to you. He caressed your cheek, overwhelming you with all the soft touches you were receiving. It made you so tired.

You were afraid to fall asleep. You were terrified of it, but couldn’t stop. It was too much by now, the drowsiness taking over and your eyes slowly shutting. Eren and Jean continued to coo and comfort you, finally telling you as you drifted to sleep what their plan was.

“We can’t wait for you to come home.”

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yandere-romanticaa · 2 years

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Jean, who is burdened by her many tasks as the current Acting Grand Master of the Knights of Favonius has no time for her personal life, let alone to try to do something more. Jean, who's head is always buried in the endless sea of documents that lays on the wooden desk before her can do nothing than to face the many tasks and challenges that are forced upon her even if she refuses to admit so. Jean, the woman who stays up until the wee hours of the morning with a good book in her hand and a sleepy but albeit content smile on her face, a warm cup of coffee right next to her as the smell calms her ever growing nerves. Jean, the woman who can't stop herself for longing for something more, something that every person wants in their life, the very thing that makes people do crazy things all for the sake of nothing and everything at the same time.

Jean, wants to love freely. Jean wants to love you.

With a dreamy sigh Jean can do nothing than daydream about the times you were so kind and gentle with her, how you would hold her in your arms like a strong knight in shining armor (ironic considering that she herself is a knight) and how even with your gentleness you were always strong and would hold your own, never letting anyone or anything get to you.

In her eyes you were like a flower and the world was the wind. No matter how hard it would try to shove you down, make you miserable and cry you would simply bend, but never break. You would grow tired but would never stay down for too long. You always got back up on your feet, always.

Jean loved that about you.

There were times when she wanted to step in and protect you, she was supposed to be your rock and not the other way around. With a sword like no other, a will of iron and the heart of a lion Jean was ready to face off the world for you. In just a short matter of time you became her everything and gave her more strength to fight.

She was ready to put her life on the line, even if you begged her not to.

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It's a fucking CRIME how there's literally NOTHING for Jean, especially since she's such a soft little romantic, I just had to do something with her. Take this humble offering from yours truly before I head off to sleep.

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ambrosialdesire · 9 months

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I saw your post about yandere Levi so I was wondering what your thoughts would be on yandere Jean? (I’m ngl I can’t really picture him as a yandere but he’s so fine.)

to this day, i think his s4 hair is still kinda goofy (pls don't come for me haha it's simply my opinion, maybe it's because i'm still used to his old hair lolol)

my thoughts on yandere jean are kinda standard. as of now, i can only see him as a yandere that's not going to have much changes to his personality, whether or not the reader is an enemy or on his side. yeah if you're an enemy, he's first going to be a little hesitant on making a move on you but regardless, his outcome/methods are the same. he's not my most favorite character but i do like him and his character. back in middle school, i used to be OBSESSED with reading eren x reader x jean because of the conflict LMAO

sorry this is kinda short compared to my levi post, guess i gotta write more yandere!jean if i want to get used to his character haha

again this is sorta written as a gender neutral reader but it's also slightly implied to be a fem reader.

tw: manipulation, inappropriate touching, possessive behavior, implied non-con, jealousy themes

anyways back to yandere jean explanation. for me, he's not the one that's going to strike first. he’s the one that’s gonna wait it out till the end, but he will have his influences in order to get what he wants. he's cunning and observant, using what he's seen and known so he can properly manipulate. to the untrained eye, it seems that he's just cocky about being able to do this but he's secretly nervous and doubtful in his abilities, constantly thinking if what he's doing is morally correct. he's still as temperamental as he was when he was a trainee but it now eats him on the inside; he doesn't express his anger that much anymore but his jealousy is at a consistent all time high.

to his friends and other soldiers, jean just seems like normal jean. sure, he's a little overprotective and tends to move you away from the others so it would be just the two of you. sure, he may tell you things about your friends that make you think twice on why you're still talking to them. sure, sometimes you can feel his hands wander a little more than you're used to. but that's only because he knows what's best for you, right? jean promises he's everything but a dishonest man, he's only looking out for you!

jean is also known to be quite the daydreamer too, imagining a homely life with you despite the circumstances going around in the world around him. he loves the thought of you and him being all domestic, a child on your hip while you waited for dinner to finish before he came home from work. sometimes the daydreams wander into something more steamy but it's always quickly cut short because of the others interrupting it. he swears to god that everyone has it out for him whenever he has a daydream about you, like it's some kind of sixth sense.

he's always going to be a little mean to you, always teasing you but he always means well (in his standards at least). i wouldn't say he's a complete tsundere about his feelings but he definitely flirts, feeling embarrassed in secret about it afterwards. remember, he may seem confident on the outside but he always feels a little doubtful internally. he's definitely a force to mess with whenever someone else tries to flirt with you, he has a bite behind his bark at all times.

but when jean gets jealous, it quite literally takes over him. it's always a sickly, crawling feeling that resonates in the pit of his stomach to the edges of his fingertips. his temper is ten times worse too and he gets super insecure, to the point where he'll just straight up grab you and pull you into somewhere that's seclude enough to fuck you raw. he always puts in jabs about if the other person is better than he is and if the kindness he gave to you meant nothing at all. the hate-fucking always leaves you a sobbing mess, begging for his forgiveness and blubbering about how you only wanted him. then and only then will he comfort you, kissing your tears away and quietly apologizing, again repeating that everything he does to you is for your own good.

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hunnieknight · 1 year

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"I forgot my umbrella" (+Art)

High School AU, reader is wearing P.E outfit (to keep the gender neutral), SLIGHT yandere if you squint

You are just waiting outside your school, hand reaching out to play with the rain water when suddenly you heard someone behind you.

"Why are you still here?" They ask.

"No umbrella" you simply answer without looking back, knowing it's them.

☆▪︎☆

"I'll give you a ride home, come on"

These kids are rich RICH.

Of course, they will have personal driver to pick them up from school. They will softly taking your hand and pulling guiding you to their car, even if you hesitant as you voicing your concern on dirtying up their car with your wet shoes ; even if you suggesting to just borrow their umbrella and walk home. The grip on your hand seems demanding but their gaze at you are soft.

YOU. IN CAR. NOW.

Ayato + Ayaka, Ningguang, Diluc, Zhongli, Kokomi, Yae, Xingqiu, Eula(if they are classy, they fit here)

☆▪︎☆

"Oh..Would you mind sharing umbrella with me?"

Please please please please please say yes!!

They are begging for you to say yes! Oh? The umbrella doesn't fit both of you?No matter, as long as you are dry, they won't mind walking beside you with soaked shoulder.

Huh?you invited them inside to drink tea?

Don't mind if they do~

Thoma, Bennett, Ganyu, Tighnari, Kazuha, Jean

☆▪︎☆

"I have spare umbrella, here"

They've come prepared. They would still accompany you through walk home though. You guys shared a small talk and playing with pudd- hey...isn't their home route is the left turn?why are they still following you?

Huh?safety reason?Okay,if they say so.

Gorou, Shinobu, Shenhe, Yelan, Heizhou, Sara, Chongyun

☆▪︎☆

"Neither do i..LMAO, wanna run through it??"

They don't care they got sick tomorrow, they got new memory running together with you. If you are the one who got sick instead, prepare for someone to knock and won't go until they feed you some soups and meds.

Wait..how did they get in again?

Itto, Beidou, Hu Tao, Venti, Kaveh

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kaeyats · 2 years

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SAGAU,, the creator's bride/groom

a rumor that the almighty creator of teyvat is in the process of choosing a spouse spreads like wildfire. and all their acolytes start sucking up to them like insane. mondstadt edition! part 2 / liyue version here.

reader's gender is not specified, as with most of my works. requests and imagines in my ask box are appreciated, but will take a while. :D

warnings: none

no one knows where it originated from. where the string of whispers began and who lit the match that set a fire throughout the whole of teyvat. all they knew was that there was no information to deny the rumors and therefore, it was more likely the truth. and it would stay the truth to all the citizens roaming genshin's world until proven otherwise.

in the streets of mondstadt, the city of freedom, business seemed busier than usual. and the usually happy-go-lucky people acted with more haste in their movements, jumping from one block to another to discuss the recent rumors regarding their all-creator.

venti seemed to phase out significantly more than he usually does. it frustrated those who listened whenever he stopped in the middle of a song to seemingly stare down at his hands, lost in another world. soon enough, many of angel share's patrons left disgruntled, mumbling about how unsatisfactory the bard's performance had been that night. it wasn't that venti didn't hear their harsh words, he just didn't seem to care considering the heavier importance of what he had been phasing out for. he knew how easy it was for the citizens of mondstadt to believe and spread baseless rumors, but he couldn't help but plan out the many ways he could win your favor and hand in marriage. the idea had him giddy on his seat, ever so prideful in his abilities. he imagined in his head, how heavenly you would look, smothering him in your affection, calling the anemo archon your husband, telling him that you, the greatest being in the existence of teyvat, loved him and him only.

now you'd think diluc would be bothered by the amount of customers leaving the tavern, but he was just as equally lost in thought as the alleged "tone-deaf bard." unlike venti though, his lack of mindfulness didn't hinder him from performing his job just as well as others expected from him. but, if you observed the red-head closely, even for just a second, you'd see how his eyes gazed at nothing in particular and how his cheeks would turn the same shade of red as his hair ever so often. diluc knew he would be a good spouse to you. he's been worshipping you for about the entirety of his life and he wouldn't mind, in fact, he'd be ecstatic to worship you for a dozen more liftetimes. he'd serve you so well, catering to your every need. he was foreign to affection at this point, yes, but he'd let you do anything to him as long as it made you happy. it made his face heat up, just thinking about the way you'd kiss his cheek, praising him for how good he is to you.

kaeya, ever so sly and observant, saw the way his brother's eyes were glazed over with a look of longing. he didn't need to ask why (not like diluc would tell him anyway), it was the only interesting topic anyone talked about at that point. the creator of teyvat, an ancient god that many worshipped and adored, has been rumored to be looking for a spouse amongst their many, many followers. now, kaeya wasn't one to mindlessly follow new trends or indulge in himself too much, but.. he couldn't deny the sickeningly sweet feeling he got whenever he thought about you choosing him. of course, he never cared about godly titles. lord knows how much he has suffered because of the gods themselves. but he's met you before, spoke to you with his own mouth and listened to you reply with his own ears. slowly but surely, he fell in love with you and your otherworldly presence, growing fond of the quirky habits that you picked up from this so called "earth." he thought about how lonely it must've been for you to be regarded so highly and put on a pedestal, so he let you indulge in the freedom of being treated like a normal person when you were around him. he was hoping that maybe that was enough to get you to choose him.

albedo would only be able to hear of the news the next morning, the morning he decided to descend down to the city of mondstadt, there solely to gather a new batch of supplies. he didn't mean to eavesdrop, but gosh, do the ladies in the marketplace speak loudly. he was a bit shocked by the news, never predicting something like this would come. neither did he expect to be so.. attached to your presence. it was strange, but he wanted to be around you at all times. at first he was convinced it was out of curiosity and respect, but the way he felt ever so warm around you for no particular reason told him otherwise. he wanted to be around you at all times, to be able to protect, to indulge in you. but alas, many other people needed you. he wondered, if you two were to get married, would you be by his side all the time? he considered the possibility, allowing himself to daydream briefly, before calculating a plan in his head.

jean would hear of the news in her office, unable to quite process the.. baffling information. she felt scandalous, viewing a primordial being in that light. she should feel shameful, she told herself. she was but a simple mortal, a simple acting grandmaster, in a simple city. of course you wouldn't consider her a candidate in marriage. she was quite lucky to even be acknowledged by you in the first place. but, but some part of her wanted to hope, and the moment she did, she regretted it because her heartbeat burst into stellar rates before two chaotic forces intruded the peace of her quarters. eula and amber would be straight-out demanding answers from jean, eager to know and expressing so in completely different ways. eula would look quite agitated, frustrated even, the anticipation of knowing ate her up from the inside out. amber would be much more bouncy, nervous about the rumors she had heard from other knights. jean would of course tell them they were just rumors, but the two were already making plans to win you over.

"your grace! i didn't expect to see you around here, fancy yourself an apple?" venti, ever so energetic, asked from above you, only finding it efficient to fly down the statue of himself once you opened your mouth.

"ah, no, i'm fine. i just need some air is all." you shook your head, looking away from venti to stare at the giant oak tree of windrise. you didn't know what to expect from the bard. would he be as bad as the other archons?

"oh? i'm pretty sure there's plenty of air in liyue and inazuma, your grace. not unless i'm mistaken."

you chuckled at his statement, cringing at how rude and sarcastic it sounded. "well, yes, but the people there have been a lot more.. suffocating than usual."

venti wondered if it had anything to do with the current marriage rumors running around, but he dared not comment, knowing that if he did, it would only make you feel worse.

the next few days in mondstadt were quite strange, stranger than usual. you were glad the people there gave you more space than you got in the other nations, expected from the nation of freedom. but, you couldn't help but notice how fidgety everyone has been acting.

the way noelle, the diligent and hardworking maid, who was usually so kind and casual to you, turned beet red whenever you were in close proximity. "y- your grace! do you need assistance with anything? anything at all? o-oh no, i'm fine."

the way diluc, who would usually just politely look at you in the background, approached you with more luxurious gifts and proposals of.. friendly dates. "i was hoping you'd enjoy your stay in mondstadt, your grace. but even more so, i was hoping you'd enjoy my presence above everything else like i enjoy yours."

the way kaeya, who usually blatantly teased you, acted more gentlemanly around you. kissing the top of your hand, gracing you with compliments that were much sweeter and more genuine than what you'd usually get from the cavalry captain, the way he'd actively seek out your presence and ask you out for lunch. "has anyone ever told you that you're absolutely breathtaking, [name]?"

the way jean, who was usually so confident and composed, looked nervous whenever you greeted her a simple 'good morning' or 'good evening.' sometimes she even stuttered over her words, something that shocked you and everyone else who was lucky enough to witness it. "yes, you do look gorgeous tonight- i mean, the sky looks- the night sky looks gorgeous tonight! argh, i sincerely apologize for my inappropriate behavior, your grace."

the way amber, who was usually so chill, stumbled upon her steps, looking burnt amd beaten, approached you with a gift in hand. unlike diluc, her gifts weren't bought, they seemed to have been hunted down by amber herself which was entirely impressive and thoughtful of her. "n- no need to thank me, your grace. just wanted to give you something worth carrying around as always!"

the way aether (and paimon, by extension) followed you around even more so than they usually do. not that you minded, you liked it, in fact. but it was a bit unusual, considering how aether usually had many commissions to do. "last night, aether told paimon that he wanted to mmphf-"

the way albedo had started inviting you to his base in wolvendom more often or went down to the city to seemingly just hang out with you. you found him quite interesting, so the time you two spent had been a highlight in your time in mondstadt. especially the moment when, "your grace, i heard that you've been looking for a spouse amongst your acolytes. i was wondering if.. you ever considered me?"

you felt your face heat up. ah, so that's what this was all about.

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vonne-inc · 4 months

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product: no plot, only porn.

male!char x fem!reader. basically vanilla. old draft that has been sitting, and i have nothing to post so have this. 🫶🏼

imagine your favs.

he groaned into her lips as her wetness dripped onto his fingers, "god, you're so wet. i've barely even touched you..." he parted from her lips, trailing down her jaw to her neck. his mouth began to suction on her skin, leaving bruises that'd stay for days whilst continuing his small circles on her clit. she whined, grinding her hips into his palm, she wanted— no, needed more. her walls clenched on air, more wet slick dripping onto his fingers and landing on the sheets.

a low chuckle escaped his lips, he released from her shoulder as he looked at her, "baby— you look so pretty. already looking so desperate for me to fuck you." she moaned at his words. his fingertip on her clit rubbed faster as his free hand gripped her hips to keep her still. "do you want me to fill you? breed your needy cunt full of my cum? is that what my slutty girl needs?"

her head bobbed, nodding quickly as she squirmed in his hold. he sighed, letting out a 'tsk' at her response. a loud slap landed on her thigh as she yelped, "no, no, no.. you have to tell me what you need."

"m'need you, need you so deep inside of me! please— please! m'been so good, please!" her eyes watered, few tears spilling down her flushed face as she whimpered. he smiled, kissing away the tears that marked her cheeks. "that's my good girl," his hand removed itself from her clit, earning an almost inaudible moan. "mm, being so obedient." he crouched as his lips parted above her cunt, watching as her hole clenched and released; waiting for him to fill her.

he could feel himself straining at his boxers. oh, so badly he wanted to ram himself in and out of her pussy, hear her sobs and moans from how good he made her feel. his cock twitched even thinking about her crying out his name, loud enough for the neighborhood to hear.

kissing around her clit and down to her swollen lips, he moaned, "fuck, you taste so good.." he eagerly dipped his tongue into her cunt, hearing a sob break from her lips. immediately, her hand reached for his hair. she tugged at the strands, locking her thighs around his head. he groaned, gripping harder at her waist, going faster as he move his tongue to tease her clit.

feeling the knot in her abdomen tighten, she arched her back, moaning loudly as her free hand hand grasped at the sheets, "mm— close! aaah!—" she felt his movements stop as he trailed his hands down to her thighs. she loosened her thighs around his head, seeing his lips were drenched in her wetness.

he got up from his position and moved to the bed. bending her thighs back as he leaned her into a mating press. her thighs landed over her shoulders as they were pressed nearly to her chest, "please.." all she could muster up was a plead, and he loved that. he adored her desperate and cock drunk state. especially when it was because of his teasing.

"m'know.. you've been so patient for me..." he pulled down his boxers, his cock springing out as he rubbed the tip along her cunt, "don't worry.. i'll give my good girl what she needs," he thrusted the tip in, a groan falling from his lips. feeling her tight, soft walls around him always had him on the brink of cumming.

a loud moan escaped her lips as he pushed, she could tell he was trying to be gentle but he was so big inside of her, "s'much—! mm, please—!" he groaned, pushing more in, his lips met hers as he felt her moan into the kiss, "you can take it—" thrusting out as he inched his way back in again, "—be good for me and— fuck— take it.."

after one more thrust, his length filled her completely. she could feel his tip kissing her cervix as his cock pulsed. it felt so big inside of her, stretching her walls open to fit him deep inside of her.

he moaned, giving hard bucks as he tightly held onto her waist. he admired her twisted and scrunched face, already becoming brainless on his cock from only a few pumps. he began going harder, faster. her chest moved up and down from every hit, her lips parted as moans escaped her throat, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. to him? it was a perfect sight to see.

feeling himself become close to release, he sobbed into her neck, his hips moving harder and messier, "baby, m'so close— cum with me, please.. you can do it," she only nodded her head, her moans becoming broken as she clawed at his back, "f-fuck!" she released onto him, her flesh tightening as he felt his knot come undone. his cock twitched inside of her whilst his cum spilt inside. their cum mixed as it began to drip out, soaking both of their thighs and the mattress.

even if he was still sensitive, he couldn't help but continue thrusting his hips. tip pushing against her— equally as sensitive— walls, whimpers and mumbled whines escaped her throat, "i know baby," hushing her with a gentle kiss on her lips, "m'sorry but you feel so good.." he mumbles, lips finding their way to her neck, kissing and nibbling on the skin, "let me cum in you one more time, please?"

although, both of them knew he wasn't going to stop after the second time— especially when all he could think about was staying buried deep and breeding her full. but with that pleading tone and his moving cock, how was she supposed to say no?

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mellowwillowy · 8 months

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𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐂𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐬

Yan! Circus Performers x GN!Reader

(Feel free to insert the Yans yourself, I will tag some that could work by the ending)

TW: Body horror and details (Yans and Reader), general Yan warnings, proceed with caution. (Gore level: 1.5)

Darker than night, deep in the woods you'll find Standing alone, a circus that no one knows

Was it a mistake for you to wander into the woods? With a pamphlet in your hand, you strayed into the woods to see the circus. The pair looked so adorable, the two of them looked alike as though they were only mirroring each other. Although their face looked sad, the two sounded cheerful…. as though they were trying to cover their cries…

Children who can't even carry the trembling limbs they were born with

Master of all, nearly ten meters tall Watching the show, eyes that will slowly grow

Yet no one had ever seen the Master of the Circus.

All who perform smile with faces torn Happy with glee, strange as they look to me

You looked at everyone. The pair of Aces looked into you as they laughed merrily, reminding you of the Ace that you never got in a game of blackjack. The other performer offered you their hand as though they were asking you for a dance. A dance, with a performer that was at least 6 meters tall, oh how amazing.

Shall the fun start? Follow me to the Dark Woods Circus Please, join the festivity

The pair of Ace ran into the circus, and their laugh rang endlessly. The tall performer's back was tapped by another performer who was just as tall as them.

They smile as they dream of their mother's embrace

Come and see the two-headed (freak) of nature

The pair of Ace smiled eerily, both of their hands clasped to each other, the cloak covering their bodies taken off revealing stitched bodies. ""Oh what fun! Come, child of human! Kekekekeke…"" Their laugh was just as mirrored as their appearance and fate!

Gaze at a siren, her flesh deformed

"Don't you find me beautiful, dove? Do you perhaps envy me? Truth is that I envy you instead." They held your hand, their eyes unable to find yours and yet they envy your beauty.

Fear the all-eating beast and his love for cold Decaying meals that once were warm

The man's arms were bound to his back, the only thing he could do was feast what was placed in front of him! The woman next to him buried her head into her knees, her surroundings were painted in red wine. "It's delicious, they are delicious, Mother, it tastes so good. I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm SORRY" "Kekeke, do you have more for us to eat? We'd like to eat you but… a shame… love… heart… kekekeke…"

Did we ask to breathe? Did we ask to only be abused, Living in bodies like these?

The pair of tall performers started dancing, twirling, spinning lovingly as they tried not to step on you. Their eyes stared into each other, dared not to make any mistake with their steps. ""Perhaps it would be nice for the three of us to dance together?"" Their voice rang as their eyes looked down, staring into yours. "It won't hurt that much, dove" "They'll just break and attach a new pair of legs on you, dove"

When you look at me, what is it that you see? Now a face rotting and torn at the seams

"See? I knew you were beautiful." The pair of Ace took off their blindfold, their eyes bore into yours. "So beautiful, a pair of legs, a pair of eyes, and a face that doesn't rot! You look like a dove!"

Through the pain I scream, how "it hurts so badly" "But we can't help it or do anything"

"Don't you think you'll look even more beautiful if you look exactly like one?"

As the girl would weep, telling me this sadly We perform, always the circus repeats

"Or perhaps we could clip your wings." "That way, you are forever bound to us." The pair laughed again, this time their hands were unclasped, reaching out to you.

How I love the show! How I love it all so! Can you see how fun a circus can be?

The pair of Ace jumped, their voice filling the whole circus as they cheered endlessly.

As our flesh decays and our eyes melt away With a face rotting, it's fun every day

""Because we've found ourselves an injured Dove!! Cheer to everyone, Cheer to the deformity of our Master!!""

How I long to die, why am I still alive? Anyone help me escape from this life

"We have captured the Dove's heart! It decides to rest here!" "Let's clip their wings so that they can rest eternally!" "We'll share our food! The best lump of meat you could ever taste of!" ""Fear not, for the Dove could dance even without its wings"" """" Why do you look terrified, Dove? We LOVE you! We CHERISH you! We WANT you!""""

"You can never leave", yes, I have a feeling Long ago, someone had told this to me It is impossible for anyone to say and feel

"Welcome to the Dark Woods Circus"

A pair of hands placed upon your shoulder, their lip brushed the tip of your ear. Everyone bowed down toward the subject behind you.

"Master," Everyone greeted.

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(!Proceed with CAUTION!)

"Come visit the Dark Woods Circus!"

You handed people the pamphlets, your smile never leaving your face. While people could not see what was under the fabric covering your skin, you could feel your back throbbing with each second.

The rose sewn onto your face never withered but you could feel your sanity did. You could feel your guts dissolving all the meat you ate, they were no longer upset about the change of food. They were generous enough to share a rather large portion of it although they tend to bite you randomly.

The pair of Ace occasionally showed you tricks on how to fly while their hands roamed all over your skin.

The siren would sing for you while they felt their skin against yours.

The tall performers would also teach you how to twirl with them, although it truly was a shame they couldn't dance with you, perhaps just yet.

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Pair of Ace : Lyney and Lynette, Lucy-Lucius

All-Eating Beast: Dottore and Collei, Childe, Sampo, Killeon and Dorothy

Deranged Siren: Columbina, Venti, Jingyuan, Blade (sorry not sorry), Mysrymie

Tall Performers: Diluc and Jean, March and Danheng, 03 and 004

Master: Arlecchino, Pierro, Tsaritsa, Neuvillette, Unknown God, Zhongli, Kafka, ???

(Platonic, sharing, or not depends on you)

--- After notes

Lump of meat = Rotting meat or human flesh

Siren = Leg-less, immobile

Pair of Ace = 1 shared body

Tall Performers = man-made legs

Reader = clipped dove

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dahliaes · 1 month

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𝝑୧ yandere crazy boyfriend jean kirstein

cw; heavy yandere behavior, dumbification, obsession, fem reader

jeans a romantic. he's incredibly sweet and gentle, he holds the door open for you and protects you, but theres this reputation he has that you just can't believe. he's gotten into fights at bars and parties, you've seen him with bruised or broken knuckles and his heart just melts when you come and soothe him

when you take care of him, bandage his bloody knuckles and wipe blood from his forehead, just that one time, jean realizes you're too precious to ever be with anyone else.

you're too sweet to be alone.

jean would never hurt you. jean would never be violent in front of you. he would never scare you. he promises.

he brings you flowers, he says you remind him of daisies because of how pretty and soft you are. he takes you on dates where no one is around, no one but him. he wants to watch you. he isnt clingy, he's possessive. youre his pretty baby that only he is allowed to hold. he owns you. he just has to teach you this, not force it

he holds you from behind and wraps those big strong arms around you, sometimes he does it so hard you cant breathe. he'll let up, but he doesn't let you leave the bed. he will take you back to his chest, whether you're fussing or not. he'll use just one arm to carry you back to him and he'll put his hand over your mouth when you're whining begging him to let you go

"shh baby shh its okay, just let me hold you, quit fussin’”

hes the only man that should be around you. really, hes the only person that you need; he'll do everything for you—feed you, clothe you, protect you—and he'll do it while keeping you in his arms. hes going to carry you whether you like it or not.

he feeds you, not letting you lift a finger. he'll playfully keep your fork just out of arms reach until you let him be the one who puts food in your mouth

sometimes he just wishes you'd forget how to do things by yourself, that way you'll be clinging onto him for everything

even if he has to, jean will grab you and take you away from anything he doesnt like. he doesnt wanna hurt his baby, but maybe you need to remember what might happen while he's away and you're all alone.

he doesn't think you're stupid, he tells you this whenever you start to throw a fit—he just thinks you're too sweet to be by yourself. what if someone hurts you because of how nice you are? what if someone tries to take advantage of you in that pretty dress? why dont you stay in tonight and come cuddle with your man and let him take care of you?

he'll breed this into you, this dependency that renders you helpless when he's gone. jean doesnt want you to he afraid without him, but isnt it nice to know his precious baby is waiting for him at home, all alone where no one can touch her except him? waiting all alone in the little panties he picked out, hiding under the covers waiting for the door to open so you can run to him and jump up in his arms before spreading your legs open and letting him pump his cum into you...

waiting for him to come and help you, always with some flowers in his hand

#tw yandere #yandere aot #yandere x reader #jean kirschtein headcanons #jean kirstein x reader #jean kirschtein smut #yandere jean #jean kirschtein x reader #jean kirschstein x reader

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pigeonpeach · 3 months

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Love potion yandere <3

Cw: dub con, suggestive themes, drugging, yandere themes,

Prompt: You recently received a potion from a strange old lady you helped out. You helped her pick out a cute bunny plushie for her daughter and even helped pay for it. As reward she gave you that potion and payed you back. Telling you it will show wether or not someone loves you. If they don’t, then they will act as if nothing happened. But if they do then it will strengthen their love to the point they cannot resist showing affection to you. You were in fact: quite perplexed who to use this on. So you saved it for later.

Well later came.

Jean

You were preparing tea for your boss Jean when you got curious. She’d bene eyeing you for some time now so you wanted some answers. The potion came up again as you contemplated it. There was no way you could but… ohh… could anyone blame you. Yearning for someone is truly frightening. You yearn for her touch, to sit on her lap, to be her wife.. oh you just want to know.. maybe just a drop. Just a little? Half a drop maybe?

You caved. Who could blame you. You were horrible with signs and you needed to know. You didn’t put much. A single drop. Nothing more. You watched her lift it before the guilt overtook you.

“Wait! I just realized I didn’t use the right tea bags! I’m so sorry.” You said. She put the cup down looking at you concerned.

“Its no problem. I can drink this one. I’m not that picky.” She chuckled. You however still sweated.

“B-but I really insist I must get it right before you have it!”

“Is it poisonous?” She asked confused and skeptical.

“Of course not. I just.. this cup was… i- i um… its a really experimental tea I bought and I don’t know if you would like it.” You said nervously. You looked like a vein would burst at any second from your stress.

“Please relax, you look way too stressed over this. I’ll have a sip and tell you my thoughts.” She took a sip before you could interject. She put the cup down as she swallowed it. A smile graced her lips. “This is great actually. It has such a lovely taste.”

You felt relieved.

“Do tell me the flavor, this is excellent stuff I’d like to buy some myself.” She said.

“O-oh I’ll go check!” You said nervously.

With that you left as you clutched your heart. It seemed she was fine. Did… that mean it didn’t work? Or did she not love you? Oh well. What matters is that she’s fine and you got your closure without risking your job. You decided to try and come up with some exotic and outrageous flavor to tell her as you killed time in the library.

Meanwhile for Jean she felt herself growing restless. Her hands tingling as she slammed her fist on the table. “Where is she! Where is she!” She felt so fustrated. Her heart raced. Her mind blanked as it was filled with thoughts of you. She needed you this instant. She sat up from her desk as she vowed to find you herself.

Coming into the Library she found you dusting the shelves.

“O-oh Jean I’m sorry I got carried a-woat?!” You gasped as she suddenly lifted you into her arms and carried you off. “M-m-m”

“Don’t speak. I just… want to hold you right now.” She said, her voice as so stern, it was nothing like the woman you were talking to a hour ago. Her face on your neck taking a deep sniff making you surprised. “You’re so soft.. were you always this compliant? You didn’t even resist when I picked you up, you just went along with it.” She chuckled, her laugh holding a slight sinister feeling to it.

“G-grand master?” You squeaked. She seemed elated.

“Just call me Jean.” She said carrying you off to her office. You couldn’t help but wonder if even one drop was too much. But at least you got your answers… for her sake you hope its not permanent

Diluc

Maybe you were in over your head. You made muffins for the household and offered him one, you made sure it was his favorite, blueberry cinnamon. He thanked you and ate the whole thing. He even ate most of the muffins. They were gone before midday. But you knew it wouldn’t harm anyone who ate it. You had been hassled by Adelinde for the recipe when Milly came rushing to you.

“Ma-master Diluc requests your presence immediately.” Milly said urgently. You were a bit puzzled by her reaction. But you obliged heading to his office. You barely got the door open before you were suddenly pulled into a tight embrace.

“You… what did you do to me?” He growled. You tried to squirm as you panicked slightly.

“H-huh? W-whats going on? I- oh!” You were suddenly lifted as you pinned you to the wall.

“Those muffins… you.. you were already so tempting and now I can’t get you out of my mind. So what was it? A aphrodisiac?”

“I-it shouldnt be having those effects. I only did one drop… i just… wanted to see if you felt the same way.” You fessed up quickly. You were very conflicted, on one hand this was very scary, but also kind of hot. Being pinned against the wall, your crush pinning you and desperately pressing himself into you. Oh it was a battle between your sense and your heart.

“I knew it. You could’ve just asked you know? You have no excuse now.” His voice was so growly. Your body tingled as he spoke directly into your ear. “You’re going to take responsibility here. You are going to mine. I’ll make sure of that.”

Dehya

You had the biggest crush on Dehya. You hired her for a expedition you went on with your students but you ended up head over heel in love with her. Now that it was over you tried to find any excuse to spend time with or hang out with her. You wondered if sometimes she got annoyed or hated you because you worked for the Akademiya. But with that potion however you figured you would have a clear shot of figuring it out. Of course she wasnt a test dummy. You tested it on a lab rat who became quite cuddly with you. The rat survived with no damage done mentally or physically. So while you two were staying at inn together you slipped a drop in her cup.

“DEHYA!” You gasped as she just lifted you into the air, as if she were offering you to the sky, the. Lowering you to her chest. Then repeating that. You realized she was using you as s weight.

“Heh, you’re so light! It barely feels like I’m moving a muscle.” She smiles as you froze, not wanting to fall.

“Dehya please put me down this is so embarrassing!” You were quite worried about falling. You already had such a fragile back, you couldn’t worsen it even more.

“Why? You’re so cute like this. Heh, my little researcher is just so light.. makes me wonder how the wind never blew you away.” She teased. You weren’t even that skinny. She was just that strong. “I could keep you, just sling you over my shoulder and take you with me. Carry you around like a purse… a pretty purse. One I could fu-“

“DEHYA! Please put me down! Also are you drunk?” You were quite puzzled. None of your experiments yielded this. The mouse had simply become cuddly, your cat also became clingy for the day. Perhaps it was just the type of love. The mouse and your cat loved you as a caretaker so their love strengthened to make them more dependent on you than they were, her love must’ve been more than you thought.

“Heh.. I slipped out my flask for some firewater mixture I got. Wanted to see if you would have a sip or two.” That was concerning. You didn’t know she could be so devious. It was kind of exciting though… you had always wanted to try firewater.. getting drunk with her seemed like a great way to bond an- “stop thinking so much.” Dehya seemed angry as she swung you around once more.

“Please put me down! Dehya you’ll break something and that will be me!”

“Relax, I wouldn’t break something pretty like you.” She said, slinging you over her shoulder and tossing you onto the bed. You two had separate beds but you figured you wouldn’t be sleeping alone tonight. “So pretty, so pliable and soft. My little researcher..” she purred. You were struggling to maintain your composure or mentally write notes. Her body ontop of you. “Mine.. all~~~ mine. I won’t let anyone else take you. If they try I’ll cut their fucking hand off.”

“Dehya that’s a crime!” You were alarmed. You couldn’t let her do such things. “Let’s just get some rest. You clearly need it!” You attempted to roll away but she blocked you.

“Mm i’d get away with it.. there’s plenty of spaces to hide a body in sumeru.” She purred as if that wasn’t the most sinister words you’ve heard from her.

“Dehya! No! No murder no using me like a purse, and no-“

“Are you trying to leave me.” She growled.

“Dehya i can’t even get up right now.” You sighed.

“Good. I’m going to use you… like a pillow. We can do more fun stuff when I’m sober. Besides… I wanna do it under the stars. And also so anyone nearby can hear you calling my name~” she giggled. You weren’t actually too Against that. That actually sounded kind of hot to you.

“Please just lay down so you can sleep!” An Idea popped into your mind. “I’ll give you a kiss if you get ready for bed and promise not murder anyone!”

“Just one? Nonono I want more than just kisses her.”she said smugly. “What’s stopping me from taking some right now? You clearly don’t mind.” You sighed.

“I’ll… go on that starry night date of yours if you just comply here.”

“You mean the one where I’ll f*ck you?”

“Yes.”

“Deal.”

Neuvillette

Truth be told the potion wasn’t for him. You had a crush on someone else and when they asked for some water you dropped that in there.

You didn’t know it was for the Iudex of Fonatine. Not until you were dragged into his office and he curled himself around you in his more.. dragon like form. His tail was massive spanning what must be several feet, you couldn’t measure it though considering the way he curled himself, tail included, around you.

“Mine… mine..” he growled as you stood still and shaking. You liked the Iudex sure but you knew he was way out of your league. Apparently he wasn’t.

“S-sir… i- i have work…” you weren’t sure how to get out of this. His grip was tight. His bigger body wrapped around you as he sniffed you. You couldn’t get a inch away.

“Mine.” His growl was more deeper.

“Sir! I-i can’t.. ngh..” you gasped as he held you so tight you had difficulty breathing.

“Say it.” His voice was more stern than you had ever heard. The kind of tone he’d have when dealing with a unruly court.

“S-say what?” Your voice trembled. You wondered if he could kill you with this grip.

“Say that you’re mine.” His voice reverberated throughout your body, making your hairs stand on end. His grip only getting tighter as you became more alarmed.

“I-I’m yours… I’m yours!” You pleaded. To your relief he lessened his grip letting you breathe. However he started instead to.. bite you. You jolted feeling his bite at your neck, it was more like a nibble but it was still a alarming sensation. “S-sir! We’re in your office..” you wished you never used that potion at all. Maybe instead thrown it away. You might not get out of this in one piece.

“I don’t care.. I want you…” His tongue lapped at your sweat as if he was… bathing you? Do dragons clean themselves like cats? Maybe not but it was a jarring sensation. “You’re mine.. I’m not going to let anyone else have you.” He growled as his hands on your uniform pulled it open.

#genshin imagines #genshin x y/n #genshin impact #diluc x you #jean gunnhildr x reader #diluc x y/n #wlw #yandere neuvillette #neuvillette x reader #dehya x reader #yandere dehya #yandere diluc x reader #yandere jean x reader #dehya x you #yandere tendencies #dubcon #oh my god its not just diluc this time!#but it is nerdvillette so ig it doesn’t count that much #i promise I’ll do someone else i just only have thoughts for either of those two

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yourheart-inmyhands · 8 months

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I'm glad you aren't bothered by me requesting pretty often, I actually never requested stuff with any other blog before so I am a little excited by finaoy having occasion to do it :3

So I don't realy have a character in mind, but do you think any of the yanderes would take away readers vision a form of punishment?

- 🐶 Anon

So you didn’t specify vision as in elemental powers or sight so i just did a lil tidbit for both :D

Warning: this post contains yandere-themes, including overbearing behaviors, being held against ones will, delusional behaviors, mutilation/bodily harm, and other potential topics. Please read at your own risk!

Taking away powers would definitely be a Venti thing. You’re his sweet, precious little human, you don’t need that stupid vision when he’s right here to protect you! If the vision isn’t anemo anyways it’s worthless, all those other archons are just pesky nobodies who didn’t spare you more than a mere breath when granting you that useless shiny object. It’s okay though, Venti will keep you safe, he’ll do all the fighting, create any winds you might need, and whatever else is required for you. Though you don’t even really have to worry about that, you’ll be inside the house all the time, and when he’s home and you’ve been behaving well maybe you can have some backyard time.

As for taking away your sight, I think Jean would be the most likely one. She has clearly shown no remorse in her discipline and if she had you held somewhere and commanded you to stay, only to find out you tried to escape, she certainly wouldn’t be pleased. It would start with simply depriving you of your sight, blindfolding you for hours at a time until you couldn’t stand it anymore. That was her being easy. If you should persist your bad behavior after that she’d have no problem permanently blinding you for the sake of punishment. She takes the rules that she sets for her beloved seriously and when you act out she simply can’t contain herself. It’s for your own good, don’t you know that? She loves you and she knows what’s best for you so please, stop crying. Yes, it might hurt now but it’s for the best, and don’t worry, she’ll be there for every step of recovery. Someone will have to help you relearn how to do everything now that you can’t see.

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Could you do a high school bullies version with Levi, Eren, or Jean pls?

a/n: I was going to make high school bully levi but the thought of captain levi being an immature tyrant towards poor cadet y/n was too good to ignore so my bad

warnings: non/dubcon, bullying, physical abuse

EREN + JEAN

They rule the school halls. Everyone sees them as the perfect duo. Guys try desperately to be them, girls want to be under them and even teachers will do anything to appease them.

It's nauseating, the contrast of how everyone views them versus how you see them. The way you know they are. They're not godly saints, or this generation's future with their good looks and charms. No they're something that follows you constantly, haunts you and pushes you to limits you didn't even know existed.

They're tyrants.

Always pushing and pulling and dragging you every which way like a rag doll. Knocking you into the walls, stealing your lunch money and homework like a bunch of children. Standing over you every chance they get, like they're entitled to every aspect of your life.

Take now for example, Eren is leaning against your shoulder, hands clenching the back of your chair as he stares at your phone.

You're usually more aware of your surroundings, unfortunately due to the many years of hell he and lackey have put you through but you were too engrossed in your texting to hear his booming footsteps making their way towards you. "Who are you texting?" He asks causally, hot air hitting your shoulder.

Your fingers clench around your small device, remembering the last time he saw something on your phone he didn't like, how he smashed the small object into a million pieces. It took you nearly a year to save up money for a new one. "No one."

He's taking it out of your hand before you can stop it, not that you had the guts to anyway. "You're going to a party tonight?" He hums, shamelessly reading your messages. "That's very new of you." He smirks.

"Give it back." You mutter, hating how weak you sound.

"How can you do my homework if you're gonna spend the night partying like a loose slut?"

Your cringe at the words. "I have the entire weekend to do it..."

He stares into you, those strikingly icy eyes that have been the cause of too many nightmares to count digging into your soul. "I should go with you, just to keep you on your feet."

"W-what? No!"

It's your friend's party. He graduated a few months ago and invited you to a college kegger and usually you would've said no but after the horrible week you've been through, getting drunk was a great way to start your weekend. It's out of town so you would've been away from Eren for a few hours which is all you can ask for.

"I don't remember asking." He's typing. Probably texting himself the address on your phone like the prick he is.

You grab the device before you can think, snatching it away. "You're not going, don't you harass me enough?" You grab your bag, quickly walking away from the table before he can make you regret your actions but of course you don't make it very far.

You slam into a chest and the way hair instantly rises on your skin tells you immediately who it is. Your hands dig into the strap of your backpack as you slowly look up, Jean's taunting eyes stare back at you. "Are you already running away from us babe?" He coos. "The day has just ended."

Of course, you should've known. They spent the entire school day ignoring you, a usual sign they're going to make up for it once that final bell rings. You should've just ran home instead of cooping up in this library.

"J-just let me—" Fingers are grabbing your hair from behind, yanking and pushing you into the wall. You wince as your shoulder hits it, hoping the librarian will come back from her break soon...not that she would do anything to help.

"You don't tell us what to do y/n. You should know this by now." Eren smiles as Jean slings an arm around his shoulder, both laughing as if this situation is hysterical.

"I-I'll do your homework Eren, just let me—"

He rolls his eyes. In front of you in a flash as he pushes his knee between your thighs. Your eyes widen at his brazen actions, instantly squirming to get out of his grip. He's been brass before, touching and teasing you as he pleases but you never get used to it. You doubt it's something anyone can really get used to. His palm rests on the space next to your head, breath fanning over your lips due to how close he is.

"You talk way too much." His finger slowly trails down your cheek before softly gripping your chin. You crane your neck to the side, cringing at his callous fingers touching you, digging into your uniform.

Jean's closer too, hands in his pocket as he watches the scene in front of him, always having that mischievous grin on his face whenever Eren plays with their favorite toy.

It's sickening.

"You can do that later pretty, right now we need your full attention." Jean whispers in your ear. "Can you do that for us?"

They follow you home.

Both walk behind you like a pair of pesky mutts, laughing and talking to each other as they watch you grip your books to your chest, trying not to have a full blown panic attack as you get closer to where you live.

You reach the trailer in the next thirty seconds, swallowing a lump in your throat as you look back at them. "G-goodbye."

Jean laughs, throwing his head back. "You think we came all the way here just to leave?"

Your teeth dig into your cheek, tearing it a little bit. The pain is nothing compared to the knots twisting in your stomach right now. "W-what, you can't come in." You whisper, knowing it's futile.

No one would help even if you screamed bloody murder. Your trailer is inconveniently parked in a neighborhood that could care less about others, too busy trying to pay bills and not starve. And they know that. They know your mother won't be home until midnight due to picking up double shifts at the diner and even then, she could spend the night at her boyfriends. They know everything about you and it's frustrating.

"You can't come in." You say again, seeing the looks on their faces. You turn around, running towards the trailer and opening the door.

Eren is behind you just as you're about to slam it shut, palm slamming against the door as he pushes it open. "You are so dramatic." He rolls his eyes, stepping in.

He grimaces at the dirt on his palm."Jesus, y/n would it kill you to clean every once in a while?" He wipes the grim on your uniform, hands shamelessly touching your breasts.

You gasp, taking a step back. Jean walks in, closing the door behind him. He snorts as he looks around. "The inside is just as shitty as the outside."

They've walked you home numerous times, taunting and harassing you every second of the walk. But they've never gone inside of your house...the fact you're alone with these psychos is settling in, tears gathering in your eyes. "What do you guys want?"

"Can't we just hang out? We have been friends for years after all."

Friends.

The turmoil in your head and bruises littering your skin beg to differ.

"You have any food?" Jean is opening your fridge before you can say anything. Thankfully, it's empty. It would be worse if the asshole ate the scarce food your mother leaves every blue moon.

"How can you live like this y/n?" Eren asks, tsking at the stray gallon of milk in the fridge. "You should be happy you have us."

"Happy?" You scoff.

"Here we are, walking you home to this pigsty of a neighborhood so you don't get hurt and all you can do is stare at us like that." He feigns hurt, hand over his chest. "It really stings."

"You're delusional." You want to walk to your room, take a nap and forget about this horrible day but to turn your back on them for even a second is a disaster waiting to happen.

"When's the party starting?" Jean asks, sitting on a stool.

Of course he told him.

"I'm not going anymore. So you guys can leave now."

"Of course we're going. Our first party together." Eren plops down on the couch. "Come watch a movie with us, pet."

You roll your eyes but grudgingly walk over, fearing for what will happen if you refuse. You sit as far away from him as possible, nails digging into your thighs as he turns on the television.

Jean unexpectedly sits next to you, startling you as your shoulders touch. You quickly scoot away which just puts you closer to Eren. You're trapped.

"Didn't know you liked me so much?" Eren chuckles, swinging an arm around your shoulders, bringing you closer.

"Don't touch me!" You scream, voice shocking you more than them. Your palms are bleeding now, small cuts now visible. Your eyes widen, frantically shaking your head as you try and force out an apology.

But it's too late.

The patience he's uncharacteristically had for you all day has finally vanished as he grabs your chin, harshly forcing you to look into those dark eyes. His flip in personality is eerie, one minute a playful bully and the next resembling a full-blown sociopath.

"Why are you being so mean y/n?" He sighs, nails digging into your chin. You cry out, tears falling onto your thighs.

"I'm s-sorry." You hiccuped, shaking at the change in the atmosphere. Things always got worse when he was angry, even Jean couldn't control the brunette when he was in one of his fits and you couldn't handle that tonight.

"It's okay." He smiles, after a few seconds of silence. You blink through the tears, confusion evident in your eyes but his lips are on yours before you can question anything.

You gasp at the action, his hand softly resting against your throat as he pushes you back against the couch, lips devouring yours. What?

He's never...ever kissed you before. You can handle the insults and the hits and the unwanted touches but this is a whole new territory. You shake your head, attempting to get away but Jean holds your wrist down like the loyal pet he is. "Calm down, we're not going to hurt you." He says like that is any comfort with the way Eren's lips are trailing down your neck.

"Jean...please." You plead, trembling. You don't know why you did, maybe because a part of you knows he's not as brazen as Eren, as deranged. But he would still do anything the other asked of him.

"Fuck, you're so hot when you beg." Eren pulls away, sharp canines grinning at the sight of you.

He's called you many things but that has certainly never been one of them.

His fingers slowly go under your skirt, eliciting another scream from you. “Stop Eren! You’re fucking crazy!”

He kneels down. “After everything you’ve done to me, this is the least you can offer me y/n.”

“Done to you? I haven’t done anything to you!”

“Of course you have.” His hand grips your thigh. “From fucking day one when I saw you on that playground with that pathetic tattered dress. You were so dirty, like a fucking dog and somehow.” He laughs mirthlessly. “Thought you were better than me.”

You sob as his fingers latch around the ribbon on your underwear, pulling and tearing the cheap fabric in half. “I never—never did that.” You cry, trying to kick him away.

“Of course you did.” He counters. “Smiling at everyone but me, being friendly with nearly every loser in our class but me. Acting as if I was some monster.”

“You are.” You grit through your teeth, glaring at him. “You’ve always been the pathetic one here Eren. You think you’re so much better than everyone when in reality you’re the worst of them all.” You sniff.

He hums, spreading your thighs apart and pulling you closer. “I am better than everyone, love.” Is all he says before a hot, eager tongue drags along your slit.

The severity of this situation dawns on you as more sobs leave your lips. You’re stuck in here with them with no one to care about your weak protests and screams. These bastards can do anything to you and no one cares.

“I hate you!” You kick and writhe and struggle but both of their strong hands hold you down.

This only seems to spur him on as he sucks at your sensitive clit, lapping up the mess he’s making of you. The shame is almost too much to handle as you drip onto the cushions, nails digging into the sofa as you try and hold in the noises that are begging to be let out.

He’s merciless. The pleasure is aggressive as he drinks you down like a mad man, stretching you open with his tongue as his finger thumbs at your clit. You couldn’t help as your hips followed the movement of his tongue, lifting up and down the couch as you tried to contain the shameful pleasure brimming inside of you. He was finding new places to abuse, places you’ve never even thought of touching and it was driving you insane.

“Eren…” You moan, instantly biting down on your tongue.

He laughs, pulling away only to replace his tongue with two fingers. “Ah!” You arch your head into the sofa as he curls them, coating them in slick. He scissors them inside of you all while his thumb is rubbing harshly against your clit. It’s too much, your body reacting to his ministrations no matter how much you don’t want it to. The aching fire in your core grows and grows until you’re heaving, tears streaming down your cheeks and it’s not long until you’re releasing all over his fingers and onto the cushions.

He pulls away, standing up as he looks down at his fingers, a malicious grin on his face. “You’re so fucking cute.” He whispers, staring at you with a look you’ve never seen in those eyes before. Like you’re a priceless treasure, like you’re his. He looks completely infatuated, obsessed.

You cringe as he brings the fingers closer to your face. “Lick it off.”

You furrow your eyebrows, “Fuck you.” The tears are still falling and you wonder how long until you pass out from the amount of crying you’ve been doing all day.

He rolls his eyes, forcing his fingers into your mouth and making you taste yourself. You cringe, instantly pulling away. “Get off!”

He stares at you like this is a simple tantrum and you need to be disciplined, like he didn’t just assault you. He’s about to say something but the ringing of his phone thankfully saves him. He sighs, staring at the device before groaning and walking away. “I’ll be back.” He disappears down the hallway.

Further inside your house.

You sniff, wiping the tears away and closing your legs. You can barely breathe. Jean finally speaks up, voice sounding like nails on a board. “It was probably important. To have him run off like that.” He says casually.

You don’t say anything. Eyes staring at nothing as you try and process what just happened…what will probably happen next. “Why are you doing this to me…” You whisper.

Jean is silent for a minute before sighing. “Because Eren always gets what he wants. And he’s wanted you for a long time.” He doesn’t sound all too happy about those supposed facts.

You clench your jaw. You’re expected to believe all these years of bullying was due to you never returning Eren’s feelings? Feelings he never made clear in the first place. You were terrified of him when you saw the other for the first time. He was brash and rude and loud, everything you hated and even then you tried to be friendly with him, no matter how insincere you were. Why is he acting like you kicked sand in his lunch box?

“I hate you both.” You grit through teeth. You ponder if you can run out the door fast enough but even then…they would find you the next day and the punishment would probably be worse.

“You seemed to be enjoying that.”

“Fuck off.”

Jean gets closer, tilting his head to get a better view of you. “You say you hate him but it didn’t seem like that. It never seemed like that.”

“W-what?”

“You were always attracted to him, weren’t you? Just too afraid to ever do something about it…you’ve never looked at me the way you look at him.” He mutters, like you’ve done him some great injustice. “Not even once.”

“Don’t worry, I hate you both equally.” You finally muster the words up. Especially after tonight.

Jean huffs as he grabs your wrist to which you immediately pull away as if he burned you and the action is enough to have clenching his jaw, eyes darkening. “I’ve been so patient.” He murmurs, the words almost sounding like a plea.

“So patient with you and him but he…” He runs his fingers through his hair. “He wasn’t supposed to do that. At least not yet.”

You back away, trying to stand on your shaking legs but he grabs you. “It was supposed to be me. It’s supposed to be only me who gets to make you feel that way y/n.” He stands up, hands clenched into fists.

“You were supposed to be mine only.”

The words only make you nauseous. You were wrong, they’re both equally insane, equally deranged. You need to get out of here, need to go to the police and have them both locked up for their sick perversions.

Footsteps have you both tensing up, slowly looking towards the hallway to see Eren coming back. He laughs, shoulders shaking as he walks over. He doesn’t look angry but then again, he can switch his emotions in a second.

Jean looks almost scared, not bothering to say anything even as Eren mockingly pinches his cheek. “Jean, don’t be so selfish.” He puts an arm around his shoulder, leering at you. Both looking like sick predators.

“We can always share her.”

LEVI

Life in the Survey Corps is disastrous enough without constant berating and belittling from someone who's supposed to be encouraging you.

And if not encouragement, then at least not outright bullying from the Captain.

You don't know what it is but from day one, he's held a strong sense of...well you don't want to say hatred but as the weeks go by of your training, it seems like he would rather have you six feet under than learning from him.

From the moment he saw your expensive clothing and fancy shoes, he had decided then and there you were a no good rich girl who only wanted to join because of some half assed rebellion you were having. And that pissed you off. You didn't join because you wanted to rebel against your parents nor because of guilt of having more luxurious amenities than your fellow cadets. You wanted to fight for your home and people.

But he had made up his mind about you and well fine, you could live with him not respecting you but to go out of his way every time his demeaning eyes landed on you was proving to be too much.

Take now for example.

Back in your prestigious academy, you were top of your class, being graced with renowned resources that your fellow Outer Wall cadets have never even heard of but here it seems you were a fish out of water. Especially with him staring at you like you were nothing but dirt under his shoes.

To be skilled at 3DMG you needed flexibility, a sense of determination. Boldness you simply don't have when Levi is standing a few feet away from you, already having made up his mind that you suck at this before you even get into the gear.

But it seems he was right as you struggle to remember the demonstrations shown to you just a few minutes ago. You kick and lash and thrash around but your limbs never find the hold they're looking for. It's fucking embarrassing, made even worse as yells from the crowd now formed around you increase. "Center your core!" Krista yells, trying to help but only making the humiliation worse.

You're upside down now, panting as you try to catch your breath. It's pointless. You groan, what is he even doing here? Since when does he train the students in 3DMG? You bite your tongue at the fact the reason he suddenly decided he wasn't above this is because he knew it would be your first day on this field and he couldn't pass up an opportunity to see you fail.

How did she even get into this Rank?

She's bringing us down.

Her daddy probably paid someone off.

You can hear all different kinds of demeaning whispers from the crowd, from people who are supposed to be your comrades. Levi finally speaks, taking a break from staring at you with that blank expression that you just know is hiding a look of disgust. "Everyone back inside." He demands, arms crossed over his chest.

"But we're not done yet!" Ymir scoffs, glaring at you.

"We are if I say we are." He tsks. "Annoying brat." He mutters under his breath before walking over to you.

It's hard to get away when you're stuck upside down but that doesn't stop the hairs from rising on your skin, anxiety threatening to eat away at you as he walks closer and your comrades walk away. Leaving you fully in his mercy.

Just fucking great.

He's dropping you from the gear in a flash and you ungracefully land on your hands and knees, winching at the hard contact you make with the grass underneath you. You quickly stand up, not wanting to give him the satisfaction but you can already see the corner of his lip twitching.

"You are truly a disgrace, y/n." He mutters.

You say nothing, knowing it will only make matters worse as he stares at you. You ignore the dread in your stomach as he stalks around you, "How can you expect to go out into the real world when you're this pathetic?"

You clench your jaw. "Others did worse than me!" You burst out before you can stop yourself, hands clenching tightly.

He walks back in front of you, raising an eyebrow at your childish outburst as if bullying a cadet isn't the mere definition of immature.

"Why do you only ever have an issue with me? It's annoying." You should've stopped from the second you exploded at him but like always, he just infuriates you too much. "You knew I wouldn't be ready after twisting my ankle the other day but you still made me do this, I know you enjoy torturing me but—" A shriek escapes your lips as his fingers suddenly grip your hair, tightening around the strands as he pulls.

"You think too highly of yourself. I am not bullying you, you insolent little brat. I am making sure you don't get my cadets killed because you were too weak to fight because of what, a twisted ankle? His laugh sends a shiver down your spine. "Soldiers have lost limbs and you're complaining about your stupid fucking ankle?" He throws you on the ground and before you can collect yourself, his foot is hovering over your ankle.

Your eyes widen but before you can even let a word out, he's stepping on it. You quickly bite your lip, holding the scream that's threatening to leave your mouth and embarrass you even further. Fuck, it hurts.

He twists his foot, applying more unbearable pressure to your injured ankle. "Does it hurt?" He sneers. "You know what hurts more? Being torn apart by drooling freaks."

Your nails dig into the dirt, lip tearing from you refusing to cry out. But he presses and twists his foot, until you’re shaking, until a small cry escapes your lips. Until he wins.

"Stop!" You scream after your defeat, struggling to get away from his hold.

He scoffs, finally relenting. "Go muck out the stables."

Despite the burning hatred deep in your guts and the aching pain in your ankle, you're fine. You don't considering mucking out the stables a punishment despite that being his intention.

You love seeing the horses, it's the only silver lining in this dark path you've chosen for yourself. You smile as large, dark eyes blink at you once you get closer to the stables, taking in the sheer beauty. Back home, riding horses would always be your favorite hobby.

It was the one time a day you felt happy, free from all the stress and responsibilities your parents put on you.

You run your hands along his blonde hair, taking in how elegant and striking he looks. For a second, you ponder taking a saddle and riding him. It would be just like old times and heavens knows you need it. Before you can entertain the thought even more, you hear footsteps behind you.

You tense, fearing it's Levi but you let out a sigh of relief as Armin walks up. He's holding an apple and for a second you think it's for the horse but he hands it to you. You blink down at the fruit. "Thanks?" You mumble as you take it.

"We both know he won't be letting you eat tonight."

Your eyes widen, already knowing who the he is. "How'd you know?"

He chuckles, awkwardly scratching his neck. "I'm an observant guy and well Captain Levi doesn't really seem to like you. Well he never likes the new recruits but he seems to really...have an issue with you." His cheeks are blushing furiously with every word that comes out of his mouth.

"And I've noticed sometimes he takes your meals away when you mess up during training which is..."

"A lot?" You scoff, rolling your eyes.

He quickly shakes his head. "No, I wasn't going to say that!"

"It's okay." You sigh. "I know I suck but I'm improving! But he acts like I'm the worst freaking cadet and it's so freaking annoying." You groan, hand clenching around the apple. "I mean, would it kill him to say great job once in a while or at least not look at me like I'm worse than the damn Titans?!"

Armin seems to be pitying you as he pats your back, a comfort he seems to immediately regret as he yanks his hand away like he's just been burned. "S-sorry!" He gasps, taking a step back.

You laugh, "I'm not contaminated, Armin."

"I know....obviously you're not! It's just...well..."

You raise an eyebrow, realization slowly dawning on you. Back in Mitras, you were quite popular—a stark contrast to your life here. And with popularity comes the pack of lovesick boys who just have to profess their crush for you. And every single one of them had the same look that's currently resided on Armin's face right now.

"Armin." You start, doing nothing to stop the shameless smile now forming on your face. "Do you have a crush on me?"

It seems that was the absolute worst question to ask. His breath hitches, frantically shaking his head. "What?" He wheezes. "Where did you get that idea from? I don't—I—"

You stifle a laugh, walking closer to him. "It's okay." You try to reassure him. "You're cute." It's a shameless and pathetic attempt at flirting but it's not like you have many romantic options here. Half the boys in your class are useless and the other male population you're even allowed to interact with are off fighting Titans. And it's not like you can bat your eyelashes at your superiors.

"I am?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Yeah." You smile, walking over to where the saddles are, knowing it's a bad idea but still placing it on the horse. You're going to get punished tomorrow anyways for whatever Levi deems is unfit so might as well actually have some fun before the asshole comes. "Do you want to join me for a ride?"

"Uhm...yes?" He chokes, watching as you lead the horse further out of the stables.

You straddle him, looking down at the blonde. Armin looks like he's about to pass out, cheeks a dangerous shade of red as he tries to muster up some words. He's seconds away from taking your hand and getting on the horse but the sound of footsteps have you both freezing in your place.

All the color drains from your face as you look up to see Levi standing there, “Stealing Survey Corps property is a crime.”

You get down from the horse, throat dry. “I wasn’t stealing.” Is all you can say. Armin is right besides you, about to come to your honor but the Captain waves his hand. “Leave Arlert.” He says, sounding almost bored but you can see the fury in his face. No matter how hard he tries to hide it.

Armin looks over at you, obviously not wanting to leave you in the mercy of the man everyone in this damn city fears but it’s pointless. When Levi gives an order, you obey.

He slowly retreats, head cast down as he starts walking away. “Don’t be too hard on her.” Is all he squeaks before leaving.

His eyes burn into your skin and you conveniently ignore his gaze, keeping your head down. You hope this tantrum will be a fast one, you don’t have it in you to deal with another discipline so fast. You weren’t going to steal a fucking horse if that much wasn’t obvious enough but he could care less about sensible facts whenever it comes to you.

“Instead of taking responsibility for your thievery, you make excuses.” He walks closer, arms clasped behind his back. “You can’t fight, can’t use the gear correctly, and now a liar and a thief. Not to mention acting like a whore around your comrades.”

You ears perk up at that last comment. “Excuse me?” You glare into his eyes.

“Was that how it worked for you back then? You would bat those eyelashes and everything would fall into your lap?” He sneers.

“You don’t know anything about me.”

“I know you’re a brat. A spoiled one at that.”

“And what about you?” You ask, not caring at how rude you sound. “You’re always spewing insults at me when you’re the worst of them all. Harassing a innocent cadet who’s just trying—”

“You’re barely a cadet.” He snorts.

“And you’re nothing but a bully!”

His infamous agility is used before your own eyes as his fingers wrap around your throat, pushing you against the wall. “Clean the fucking stables, that’s all you had to do. But instead you decide to disobey me and run off with fucking Arlert and now you’re insulting me? Do you want to get kicked out, huh brat?”

Scrambling to get away from his punishing grip on your throat, your nails dig into his hands. It’s quick, how easy it is to be on the brink of passing out. He knows exactly what correct pressure point to press as he squeezes. You gasp out, practically clawing at his knuckles now. “L-luh-let go!” You manage to get out.

Black dots form in your vision and despite all the struggling, it’s useless to win against this brute. “Levi!” You cry out and it seems the gears in his head finally start working again as he lets go.

He steps back, letting out an annoyed sigh as he stretches his fingers. You fall onto your knees, heaving onto the ground.

“You’re infuriating.” He says more to himself. “Why can’t you ever listen? From day one I told you that you didn’t belong here.”

“But instead you pay no attention to my words. Instead you stay and drive me fucking insane. Instead you flirt with everyone who has a pair of balls in this fucking place.”

You stand up, palm on the wall for support as you rub your aching throat. For a minute you’re too scared to talk, for how he’ll react and for the sound that will come out of your mouth but then you remember that frankly you don’t give a shit. “I wasn’t flirting, you asshole! I was having a simple conversation with a friend, something I know you aren’t familiar with but doesn’t mean you have to take your anger out on me.”

He just stands there, jaw clenched as you’re forced to stare into depths of blue-gray. They’re chilling, the way he looks at you. It’s always enough to have you second guess your actions, have goosebumps forming and your legs shaking.

He’s moving closer, terrifyingly so and there’s no way to run. You’re stuck between him and the wall, your body hitting it with a loud thud. Your nails scrape against the wall. “Why do you even care who I talk to? I’m trying to get better. I’m training day and night and a little nudge in the right direction wouldn’t hurt every once in a while but all you ever do is belittle me. It’s so—”

“So what?”

“Mean.”

His eyebrows furrow, eyes looking sharp enough to murder someone as he responds. “I’m not mean.” He replies, as if that’s the worst thing you could’ve possibly said to him.

As if he hasn’t been the one tormenting you since the day you met. “You’re just spoiled.” He says like it’s the simple truth. “Never went a day without someone caring for you, doing everything for you. No one has probably even raised their voice at you.”

You bite your lip, hating the way those are true. Why should you be ashamed of that? You were cared for as a child, it’s not something that should be used against you but the way Levi talks, it makes you feel like you’re nothing but a spoiled baby.

“I’m not mean. You’re just weak.”

You refuse to let the tears form, instead letting out a shaky sigh. “At least I’m trying to get better. To fight for my people. At least I’m not an old man attacking—”

“No, you’re just a shameless whore.”

Your mouth gapes open, landing a singular punch on his chest without thinking twice. You should regret it…you think you already do the second your fist makes contact with him. You’re already ready to bolt out of there but he’s grabbing you by the wrist. Stopping you in your tracks.

It’s not as harsh as it could’ve been. His fingers just stay there, wrapped around you.

“Why do you care who I interact with?” You ponder aloud, snatching your hand away from his hold. Is he really not going to retaliate for that punch?

“I don’t want you distracting my cadets.” He answers, eerily calm. It’s a bullshit excuse and you can see right through it.

“By being friendly?” You scoff, ready to accuse him of being an idiot but you stop in your tracks. “Would you rather it was you I batted my eyelashes at Captain?” You don’t know where the bravery came from. You’ve said countless questionable things to the Captain but never something as…suggestive as that.

Why else would he care so much? The bullying part yeah whatever he thinks you’re useless and spineless but why the hell should he care if you’re flirting with someone? Unless the old man has some weird crush on you.

It’s a ludicrous thought.

But you know it’ll piss him off. And that’s enough to act on it.

He grabs your chin in a flash and you’re already preparing yourself for the hit that’s going to come but nothing happens. Instead he just stands there, softly holding you as he tilts his head. Were you actually right??

His lips hover over your jaw and cheeks, never touching but you can feel his breath on your skin. Your pulse is pounding, heart hammering to the point you can’t hear anything. What is he playing at? You gulp, shivering a bit as his lips ghost over your ear. You wait anxiously for his next words, not liking the way you’re not entirely disgusted by his touch.

“One week of stable duty for your attempt at burglary, brat. Another for hitting a superior.”

He pulls away but only slightly, he stares like he’s eager to see the reaction you’re going to give. You’re in utter disbelief at the audacity of this bastard but to give him a visible reaction after he’s been torturing you all day is not on your to do list. “You keep abusing your power and I’ll have no choice but to go to the Commander.” You try to sound hardened but he’s left you a breathless mess.

He backs away, smiling at you. “One more week for backtalk.”

“That wasn’t backtalk!”

“Another week for more backtalk.”

You scream, hands clenched into fists as you try to not say a word.

He’ll always find a way to get the reaction he wants out of you, like it is some depraved need. “Screw you.”

He rolls his eyes. “Get back to work. And no more flirting with the comrades.” He walks away.

You stare daggers at his retreating form, wanting nothing more than to chuck the horse shit at him.

But despite the rage that’s seconds away from exploding inside of you, the thought of his fingers wrapped around your chin come back to haunt you, how his lips were inches away from making contact with you. How you weren’t pushing him away, disgusted with his actions. You don’t understand why you were so paralyzed.

It angers you more than anything the Captain has ever done.

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