#yandere floch

[slxtslovebambi]

Stalker analysis.

Characters: Eren and Floch <3

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

Warnings: the titel says it all

Wc: 900+

Eren

Eren knows you since Highschool.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Floch

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He looks so familiar…

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

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

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

He speaks taken back.

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

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

"How about we go drink a coffee sometime?"

There’s no way you just asked him that.

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

"Sure… I’d love that."

Might create a tag list (idk yet)

Don’t forget to like and reblog <3

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[stupid-sloot-headcanons]

Just saw requests are open!! So excited!!!! Can I request yandere Floch, Eren, and either Alucard or Captain with how they’d react to finding a darling who managed to escape them only to see that they have a child now? The whole reason darling escaped was because they were pregnant and wanted to save their baby from a life with their monstrous father.

Floch would be pissed since he is a true believer in Eren and he's more than eager to raise more Eldians. And because he's a terrible piece of shit, he isn't above threatening Darling to come back willingly. He won't kill her, but he will flash his pistol and say she can either come back with him and their baby willingly, or he can shoot them in the knees and his men will escort her while he carries their baby back. She'll heal over time, but either way she's not staying alone when she has a family she belongs to.

He has a sick interpretation of what love is. He loves his Darling, but that translates to possessiveness, obsession, and hurting or confining her if he believes it's what's best for her--and she just can't see it yet. So threatening her to get his family back is worth it.

He keeps Darling on a short leash and only allows her to leave the house without him if someone he trusts can keep an eye on her. Obviously it's easier to prevent her from leaving if he wound up hurting her leg, but if she came back without resistance he'd be more wary about her trying to escape again.

Eren would be devastated by knowing his Darling had abandoned him and tried to hide their baby from him. He wouldn't be as blatant in threatening her, but he'd outright tell them that they're going back with him--whether they want to come back willingly or be trapped and carried by him in his Titan form is up to her.

He'd be upset with her for leaving but he'd rather focus on spending time with their baby than punishing Darling. He'll just have her fitted with a tracking device and go back to how he used to treat her, being affectionate and possessive and obsessed as usual. His eyes look a little less dead inside when he's with her and with his baby, and it shows.

He used to use Darling as a confidant and vent to her, say everything he holds in, etc whenever he's in bed with her. He does the same thing whenever he's with his baby and often he'll be cuddling them and just start trauma dumping onto this literal infant.

Alucard understands why his Darling would want to run from him and hide their baby, but it doesn't make it hurt any less. Still, he's more shocked that he was able to make a living child with his Darling than he is upset. His primary concern is making sure his child is healthy and wanting to know if they have any trace of vampirism in them. He wouldn't want to condemn a child to undeath; it isn't like Seras, who had a choice and made it.

Since the baby was able to age and grow and be born at all, they wouldn't be a full vampire like him. Still, he's very sensitive about any changes or differences in his baby from normal humans. He also knows that his child will be targeted by Iscariot (who wants to kill the spawn of Alucard) and Millennium (who would want to experiment on the spawn of a vampire and a human).

He wouldn't be upset with his Darling and forgive her for running away from him. He'd try to convince her to come back to him willingly since now that they have a child, they both need his protection more than before. If she still refuses, he'd just cloak her and the baby in darkness and teleport them back to the Hellsing Estate anyway. He'd promise to try and give Darling and their baby a normal life, but the only chance of that happening is working out a way to keep Iscariot and Millennium from coming after them. He'll find a way to make that happen, but until then, he needs them close.

#.myshit #.hellsing #.aot #.eren #.floch #.alucard #yandere hellsing #yandere aot #yandere eren #yandere floch #yandere alucard #fem darling #tw: pregnancy

[holydayaria]

Repreive

Floch Forster x Reader

Synopsis: Floch offers you a way out.

Warnings: yandere content (not written with that in mind but like... yeah its basically that), abuse of power, unbalanced power dynamics, gunplay, implied baby trapping, fem reader.

1023 words, not proofread

You gag against the cool metal of the gun barrel, the tears that pricked your eyes previously now falling freely onto your face. Floch looks down at you with an expression that reads as dismissive. You know him better though, you can tell from how he's leering at you what he's really thinking. If you eyes dare to look lower you'd see his hard on.

Your pathetic mewling bounces off the walls of the prison cell, reverberating in Floch's ears. It brings a terrible grin to his face, his other hand making small carressing movements on your head, so subtle you might not have noticed if you weren't hyperfocused on them. Anything to serve as a distraction from the metal forced into your mouth, anything that can be interpreted as a form of comfort.

The debris and gravel on the concrete floor digs into your knees, sure to leave indentations. The metal handcuffs dig into your wrists, scraping your skin and breaking it from where you fruitlessly struggled against them. Light shines through a small, barred window at the top of the wall in the cell, providing minimal illumination in tandem with a lit oil lamp in the corner. The light shines onto Floch's eyes, making them appear more golden than hazel. Those horrid eyes, lapping up your distress.

The barrel of his pistol isn't particularly thick, though uncomfortable regardless. It's foul tasting and had some splatters of blood you were forced to clean off with your mouth, from when Floch pistol-whipped a man half to death. Floch's grip on your hair tightens as he turns the pistol in your throat, bringing it to the inner of your cheek to drag your mouth open. His face turns to one of pride upon seeing the saliva and drool building up in your mouth, the snot running down your nose and your swollen cheeks from your muffled sobbing. You sure were a sorry sight.

He pulls the gun from your mouth, allowing you some relief. You gag a bit more, hoping he'll un-cuff your hands next. It was humiliating enough to be forced onto your knees, hands behind your back in front of this man; who was clearly enjoying his power trip. Being forced to give a blowjob to his pistol was somehow more terrifying than what you thought he'd had in mind, the way his finger stayed on the trigger continuously. Floch produces a handkerchief from a pocket in his military coat, wiping his gun off. You stare up at him expectantly, hoping the worst of it was over, that he would release you or at least take you back to your sad excuse of a room.

"You don't have to live like this, you know." He suddenly speaks up, his soft voice uncharacteristic for his cruel actions. You can hardly respond, not wanting to look at him anymore. He isn't having it though, grabbing a fistful of your hair again and pressing his now cleaned off gun to your temple. Once Floch is sure he has your attention, he loosens his grip and removes the pistol from your forehead. Instead the barrel pokes into your cheek at an awkward angle. You have no clue if it's loaded or not, and you pray it isn't. "Why are you doing this?" You ask. Your eyes are tired and you're on the cusp of giving up, and Floch can see it.

"I wouldn't have to do this to you if you would behave," Floch says, and his words stir the anger brewing in your gut. 'Behave'? This guy was a joke. "Do you think I enjoy hurting you, hm?" Floch says with a twinge faux hurt. You don't reply, so Floch continues. He removes his gun from you, adjusting it back on it's holster beneath his coat. He releases your hair, crouching in front of you to be at eye level.

"Wouldn't it be easier for you to submit than live like this, I wouldn't have to hurt you if you did." He offers, trying to hold back on making a perverted comment. Floch is sure if he plays this right, he could have you semi-willing in his arms tonight, but maybe that's just his ego talking. Truth be told, he admires your stubbornness and attempts to reject his every offer, but how much longer can you keep that charade up?

Floch leans forward, his forehead close to touching yours now. His voice is hardly above a whisper as he scoots even closer. "I could be good to you, you won't have to suffer anymore." Floch's gaze is soft, and you can almost feel the heat radiating from him. You don't like what you're hearing, somehow that sounds even worse than your current treatment. You knew he had a thing for exerting his power over those he saw as beneath him, but you hadn't thought his fixation on you had an underlying nature to it.

Floch places one of his hands over where your womb would be, leaning in even further and whispering in your ear. "I could make you happy." The implication of his words makes your heart tighten with fear and anger. Even worse, he says it with all the sincerity in the world. He considers briefly how much more he can push you, possibly right in his arms, though the possibility of him pushing you in the wrong direction is still there. He doesn't have you right where he wants you, not yet.

Floch takes a deep inhale, making sure to get a whiff of your hair. He wonders if he can "encourage" you to let him watch while you take your next bath. You jerk away when he does, and Floch only forces you closer, continuing to sniff your hair. After what was entirely too long, he stands up, looking down on you. "Well, I'll give you some time to think about it, hmm?" You meet his gaze, a disgusted defiance in your eyes. He could just laugh at the sight of you.

He wonders' if you'll have that same expression after a week down here by yourself.

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[mommypieck]

♡.°୭̥ ୨୧ attack on titan masterlist

choose your character

୨୧ eren

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୨୧ jean

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

୨୧ armin

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

୨୧ connie

connie with cat hybrid gf ✯ subby connie ✯ reiner and connie cuddling you to sleep ✯  connie fucking you throat ✯ connie fingering you ✯ connie loves your ass

୨୧ reiner

subby reiner ✯ more subby reiner ✯ bunnyboy reiner ✯ subby reiner plus thighs ✯ soft dom reiner ✯ facesitting with reiner ✯soccer captain reiner ✯ top 3 aot pussy eaters ✯ reiner vs jean x gf in makeup ✯ reiners titties ✯ teaching reiner how to kiss ✯ reiner with size kink ✯ reiner and connie cuddling you to sleep ✯ reiner with reader who likes mugs ✯  bertholdt and reiner with size ki nk

୨୧ erwin

dilf erwin ✯ erwin x somno ✯  threesome with erwin and levi

୨୧ levi

yandere levi ✯ jealous levi ✯ pussydrunk levi ✯ domming levi ✯ levi being a pervert ✯ levi with reader who likes mugs ✯ levi and big tummies ✯ chubby levi ✯ chubby levi 2 ✯ levi being too caught up with work ✯ having an argument with levi  ✯ quickie with levi  ✯ yandere levi 2  ✯ threesome with erwin and levi

୨୧ porco

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

୨୧ colt

little panty-stealer colt

୨୧ bertholdt

giving berthodt handjob for the first time ✯ date with berthodt ✯ bertholdt with yandere gf ✯ edging bertholdt ✯ spicy berthodt  ✯ bertholdt and reiner with size ki nk

୨୧ zeke

training with zeke ✯ what happens after dinner?

୨୧ floch

dominating floch

୨୧ hange

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

୨୧ pieck

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

୨୧ ymir

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

୨୧ yelena

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

୨୧ hitch

bestfriend hitch

୨୧ annie

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

୨୧ mikasa

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

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

[iicloudyiiddyy]

YANDERE! YANDERE! WHAT ARE YOU?

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CLINGY- Most likely of them all to become a stalker, too emotionally attached, it’s a must to have you in their life. They just can’t do it without you! I need hugs and I need kisses and I need you to look at me! Tsk. Tsk. Such Needy little things. 

“Where you going? In town near the shore? Oooo! Let me come!”

Ready to create shrines (already did) about you. Wants you. Needs you. Craves you. Your attention on  is more of a life source than food and water for them. Has videos & pictures of you. (They touch themselves to it) anything to remind them that you are with them, not with that bitch. Always trying to take you away from. Someone should teach her a lesson. They will throw a fit if you tell them that you can’t hang out with them today or that you are to busy and it’s because they will cling on to anything that tells them that you choose them, that you hang out with them because you like it, because you love it, I mean what could be more important than them?

-> Hange , Sasha , Krista (AOT) Hinata , Nishinoya , Yachi, Atsumu (HAIKYUU) Hinata , Ten-Ten , Konan (NARUTO) Gon , Pakunoda (HUNTER X HUNTER) Tanjiro , Mitsuri , Rengoku (DEMON SLAYER) Izuku , Kirishima , Twice (MY HERO ACADEMIA)

————— OBSESSIVE - They are nothing but a slave to their own obsession. They revolve around you. How you sleep, what you eat, and what you say can drive them in a tizzy! Even the smallest of things can make them stay up at night and fantasize. Everything about you is in and on their mind. Your smell. Your eyes. Your body. Your touch. Must know about you. You’re their passion, and the root of their curiosity. They steal your worn-out clothes, your perfume, your panties & your pens. Anything to get a glimpse into who you are, to aid there dirty fantasies. 

-> Jean , Falco , Erwin(ATTACK ON TITAN) Tanaka , Kenma (HAIKYUU) Kiba , (NARUTO) Nobunaga (HUNTER X HUNTER) Akaza , Muichiro (DEMON SLAYER) Sero (MY HERO ACADEMIA) Sal Fisher, (SALLY FACE)

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POSSESSIVE- Yours. Hers. His. Theirs. Mine. They get off so bad with these words, rubbing their thighs together at just the mere thought of it. They must dictate and decide everything for you, you are theirs after all. You can eat this and this, don’t even think about trying that though and stay away from your Aunt Susan. Why? Cause I said so now do it. They want to direct the things you do. Make the things you do because of them. Power and ownership is what makes them choke you , watching as you sputter and struggle and only when they think that you’ve learned your lesson in disobedience that they stop. Just give it up, the sooner you stop fighting them and their decisions the better. 

“ Good girl, now who do you belong to? That’s right. That means when I say for you to take my cock you fucking do it.”

-> Levi , Ymir (ATTACK ON TITAN) Kageyama , Tsukishima (HAIKYUU) Madara , Sasuke, Neji , (NARUTO) Chrollo , Machi , Kurapika , (HUNTER X HUNTER) Obanai , Sanemi , Muzan , Kokoshibu (DEMON SLAYER) Shigaraki , Aizawa (MY HERO ACADEMIA)

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SUBMISSIVE -  You need a dog? I can bark. You need a shoe cleaner? I have a mouth. They are by your feet within seconds of you uttering their name. They love serving you, being needed by you. I mean as long as your there they are fine with literally anything. Willing to do anything. Would give you everything if you so much as asked.     

“Please! Please, tell me you want me! Tell me you love me!”

Will give up their dignity, pride and humanity for you. All you have to do is ask. Their worst nightmare is you throwing them out. Deciding that you are better off without them. Your aren’t and they will prove it to you. 

-> Armin , Floch , Gabi (ATTACK ON TITAN) YACHI, Terushima, (HAIKYUU) Sakura , Minato (NARUTO) Leorio, (HUNTER X HUNTER) MITSURI , Enmu (DEMON SLAYER)

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MANIPULATIVE - Gaslight, gate-keep, girl boss, blackmail. Will use every single tactic and ploy in the book to get you to stay.

“How could you! You did this to me! Made me so weak and useless without you! I can’t breathe when you aren’t around! I’ll fall apart without you! It would be all your fault!”

They know what they are doing, know that you are too sweet to leave in fear of what would happen to them. So you stay and let them rule and command your life, you would be falling apart of the amount of emotional torture and manipulation that they put you through and they would be all shits and giggles. You aren’t leaving. You’re going to stay here with them through heaven and hell. 

-> Eren, Connie , (ATTACK ON TITAN) Kuroo, Oikawa (HAIKYUU) Naruto, Shikamaru, Itachi (NARUTO) Phinks (HUNTER X HUNTER) Uzui, Shinobu , Daki ( DEMON SLAYER) HAWKS , toga (MY HERO ACADEMIA)

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SADISTIC-  You thought possessive YAN! was bad? Oh…sweetheart here they come…the minute they set their eyes on you you were theirs, and to ensure that they spread lies and cause rumors. Anything to get you alone,by yourself and hurt. Come crawling to them. Stay with them. Never leave them, you have no one else anyways. They will play nice with you, let you think that they are here to protect you that you are safe when you are the farthest thing from it. They will coo at you saying how cute you are, all small and fragile with only them by your side before smashing their fist on your head, they shudder at your pain.Not cause it grosses them out. No! No! Quite the opposite. They are drooling for your despair. Seeing you like this on your knees, tears streaming down your face as you sob in pain. God. How could they not want you? 

They don’t dilute themself into thinking that this is for you or your safety. No, this is for them. They not only blush at the thought of you in pain but also for the fact that it’s because of them. They get off seeing you beg and babble. Gasp and scream for them to stop as you collapse on their cock. They giggle at your fruitless efforts, silly thing, you should know by now that your crying only makes them want to do it more. The power goes to their head, intoxicated at seeing you whimper in fear of them. They love you so much . They want to see you so helpless and out of power. To have your pleasure, pain and thoughts in their hands is nothing but a dream for them.

-> Levi, Zeke (ATTACK ON TITAN) MADARA (NARUTO) FEITAN (HUNTER X HUNTER) Sakusa kiyoomi?? (HAIKYUU) MUZAN (DEMON SLAYER) Dabi, Keigo (MY HERO ACADEMIA) ( ᴡʜʏ ᴅᴏ I ғɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ʏᴀɴ sᴏ ʜᴏᴛ)

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DELUSIONAL - Anything and everything is the problem but them. It must by the color of his shirt that’s making you look at him with such disgust. Green isn’t his color.. everyone knows that... You love them though. It’s the only explanation for how you act, running away when seeing them, you should be more forward with your feelings! They feel the same way! You’re just playing shy when you were dodging their kisses. 

When you were yelling on how much you don’t want this. Tut, tut. Playing hard to get? We love each other. We’re made for each other. I love you and you love me. Now stop beating around the bush and come here.

“I only hurt you because of my love. My feelings. You feel the same way. You should understand. I’ll make you understand.”

-> Marco, EREN ( ATTACK ON TITAN) Sugawara , Yaku (HAIKYUU) ALSO SAKURA , Lee , Gaara (NARUTO) Shizuku , Cheetu ( I’m sobbing I dont know why I find that cheetah ant so hot)(HUNTER X HUNTER) Tomioka (DEMON SLAYER)

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SAFE GUARD-   Extremely overbearing. Must know where you are at all times, has to not only be aware but also have an opinion in what you are doing. 

“You want to go where? Why? Here with me is perfect. Fine. Stop crying you can go, but I’m coming with you.”

Just accept it. You aren’t shaking them off. They watch, study & perceive, if not for you then for them, for their peace of mind . They love being your knight in shining armor (even though you didn’t need one) your protecter.

They keep you ‘safe’, and that fact alone is their pride and joy. I mean, what would you do without them? You need them. They don’t need you.( that’s what they tell themselves) you should be more grateful.

-> Mikasa , LEVI (ATTACK ON TITAN) Daichi , (HAIKYUU) Itachi , kakashi (NARUTO) Machi , Uvogin, killua, illumi (HUNTER X HUNTER) Akaza , Gyomei (DEMON SLAYER)

( ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛs ᴛᴏ @cafekitsune ♡︎) ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ɪғ ᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴜᴘᴘᴏʀᴛ ᴍɪɴᴇ ᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ ʙʟᴏɢs ʙʏ ʟɪᴋɪɴɢ, ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢɢɪɴɢ ᴏʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴀᴍᴀᴢɪɴɢ! I ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ᴅɪᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜɪs ᴏɴᴇ! Dᴏɴᴛ ʙᴇ ᴀғʀᴀɪᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴇɴᴅ ᴀ ʀᴇǫ!

#naruto #attack on titan #hunter x hunter #demon slayer #sally face #haikyuu #naruto x reader #sasuke x reader #hinata x reader #neji x reader #itachi x reader #madara x reader #kiba x reader #kakashi x reader #levi x reader #eren x reader #armin x reader #mikasa x reader #hange x reader #Connie x reader #jean x reader #ymir x reader #historia x reader #Why are there so many tags #gon x reader #killua x reader #kurapika x reader #leorio x reader #feitan x reader #Erwin x reader

[yanderecrazysie]

ATTACK ON TITAN CHARACTERS WITH A TITAN SHIFTER READER

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, spoilers

He would worry about the reader constantly- is she okay? Is she safe from the Marleyans/Island Devils? He doesn’t want her going on dangerous missions and does his best to protect her where he can. He’s also heartbroken that she has only a certain amount of time left to live, especially if it’s short. 

Erwin, Reiner, Armin, Jean, Bertolt, Colt, Onyankopon, Niccolo

He would be happy that she can relate to him and stand on his level. Fighting alongside her is a great honor and a lot of fun, although he can worry at times when things get rough. 

Porco

He’s glad that she can hold her own, but the worry doesn’t completely go away. However, he feels that he can protect her if needed and save her from being captured. He does his best not to let his possessive side show whenever the other side swoops in to try to take her away from him. 

Levi, Floch, Zeke, Eren

He’s surprised when he finds out and, honestly, he feels a little betrayed that she hid it from him for so long. While the pain of finding out she doesn’t have long to live and that she’ll be targeted by the enemy remains, he vows to do everything in his power to protect her.

Jean, Connie, Reiner

#yandere #yandere attack on titan #attack on titan

[peachymilkandcream]

Break Me Slowly|Part 27|Yandere Levi x Evelyn

(A/N: Sadness over! Domestic Evelyn and Levi here we come. Back to the shenanigans that make these two so special. The last chapter will be chapter 30 so be prepared for a little bit of sadness with that. Hope you enjoy and comment to be added to the taglist!)

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, violence, mind breaking, misogyny, vaguely implied suicide, etc.

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That house was so familiar yet so foreign. It felt like it had been years since either stepped foot in that house, surprisingly undamaged from the chaos an mayhem. Most of the staff had fled in the terror of the infernal footsteps but the housekeeper remained, determined to ensure her employer's house remained untouched so she would still have a position if he lived and a sizable gain if he died.

How humiliating it was for Levi to be carried in by his wife. His damn legs rendered useless by a split second lack of judgement. He'd get his strength back, he was sure of it. Training and hard work had given him the body he had, he wouldn't allow any injuries to define his quality of life. No matter how long it took, he'd be right back to where he was, a man to be feared and respected. Besides, he had a son to raise when his wife gave birth, he wanted someone his future son could respect and look up to.

While their world had changed, the house within was the same. Slightly dirtier with only one to clean its mass, but still comfortingly the same. Evelyn and Levi knew the truth, they were lucky. Extremely lucky. Armin and the others had been regarded as fiends who killed their savior Eren Jeager. The Captain and wife had been welcomed back with open arms since Evelyn was accredited with helping to start The Rumbling and supporting Eldia's future at all costs. As for Levi, the lie spun was that Floch had only had issue with the Captain for personal reasons but he was never a threat to Eldia, in fact he fought for them but was tragically wounded before he could do more. Levi only agreed to this when the possibility of raising his children where he always dreamed was in front of him. His family mattered more than a bunch of kids he barked orders at.

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Picking up the pieces of an old life came slowly, many nights were spent desperately trying to sleep as the silence deafened them. Other nights were interrupted by shaking and screaming in terror as the nightmares of being crushed flooded their minds. The days were spent lazily enjoying the company of each other until the new Eldian government sorted itself out.

Evelyn was six months pregnant when Levi was officially given a position in the Eldian military. The lack of work had been driving him crazy, and when Commander Erwin was reinstated as a lesser head of the military thanks to a few pulled strings, the call to sign his enlistment form was instantaneous. His new uniform looked odd compared to the usual green and white, but there would always be adjustments, and if it meant gaining the respect of all those who saw him in the streets it was worth it.

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With the fall came the panicked cry of his wife from upstairs one weekend, causing the Captain to nearly trip and fall on the stairs, fearing for the worst.

"What is it? What's going on!?"

The bent over and sharp breathing coming from his wife signified that his dreams of a legacy as far as the eye could see were coming to fruition sooner than he thought.

Only the best midwife would do, paid well to ensure the risky business of childbirth wouldn't claim that of his beloved and child. Unlike most men of the era Levi was determined to be in the room overseeing everything that occurred, ensuring that there would be no foul attempts to harm his wife or child.

The screaming and wailing threatened to deafen him, the face of agony some men had told him had turned them off of having and more children just made him desire more. He was a sadist through and through, and he still believed deep down she deserved to suffer for all the stress she put him through.

Finally he was freed from her persistent whining when his child's first cries filled the room. An eyebrow raised to show Levi's amount of concern but the glass in his hand sloshing around the stiff liquor seemed of more importance, he could never show such a weakness as joy to anyone, even his wife and child.

"So what is it." He asked flatly.

"It's a boy sir. You have a son-"

Levi turned quickly to hide his grin of pride, on the brink of extinction another Ackerman had been born to carry on the family name. His wife truly was the most perfect creature on the planet to give him all that he desired and on their first try.

He gazed on the child set against his mother's chest. "I want to hold him."

For a moment Evelyn seemed hesitant, good, she was coming to bond with the child already, now it could be used as a bargaining chip to ensure she remained where she ought.

With the child securely in his arms Levi allowed himself to show a smidge of emotion, bouncing the bundle and speaking to him softly. "You will be set apart from all my son, destined to be a great soldier and become just like your father."

"Congratulations, have you decided on a name for such a precious boy?" The midwife smiled kindly with her yellowed teeth.

"Well actually I like-" Evelyn started.

"Furlan. Furlan Ackerman. That is his name. He will carry that name to higher heights than the man before him."

"Now isn't that nice, a strong name for a strong boy."

Levi ignored the rest of the gossip as to what names can do for a child, focused only on the perfection in his arms. As perfect as he was, as his wife was. No other would ever have children as great as they would.

"Furlan Ackerman, the name of humanity's next strongest soldier."

#break me slowly #levi x oc #attack on titan #levi ackerman #levi aot #levi x reader #shingeki no kyojin #yandere levi #yandere levi ackerman #yandere levi x reader

[drak3n]

↻ GENERAL RULES

requests are closed; i am always open for suggestions, but if you see that i haven’t responded to your ask then it’s because i don’t feel creative enough to write it.

i always write with fem!reader in mind even if not specified.

i don’t have a set updating schedule, given that i’m a college student with two jobs. i’ll try to post regularly but i can’t guarantee it.

spam likes will get you blocked (5+ likes in a row)!

characters will always be aged up in my 18+ works.

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this blog interacts with and will include dark content in the future. i don’t entertain any kind of discourse about that topic. if you don’t like it, don’t interact. it’s that simple.

i obviously can’t control all people interacting with my posts, but blank & ageless blogs will get blocked, so will minors.

do not interact if you are triggered by/anti: dark content, aging up characters, yandere, dub/noncon, stepcest, physical & emotional abuse, manipulation, gaslighting, babytrapping,… more to be added! i tag my content accordingly, just block the tags you’re uncomfortable with.

↻ WHO I WRITE FOR

JUJUTSU KAISEN: nanami, toji, geto, gojo, choso, shiu, naoya, higuruma, kusakabe, ino, yuji, megumi, yuta

TOKYO REVENGERS: draken, mikey, mitsuya, baji, taiju, hanma, koko, inui, ran, haruchiyo, kakucho, wakasa, south

DEMON SLAYER: sanemi, tengen, obanai, giyuu, kyojuro, genya, akaza, doma

ONE PIECE: luffy, zoro, vinsmoke brothers, ace, sabo, law, eustass kid, killer, shanks, crocodile, mihawk, doflamingo, rosinante, lucci, smoker

ATTACK ON TITAN: levi, erwin, eren, jean, reiner, porco, floch

MY HERO ACADEMIA: bakugo, todoroki, kirishima, kaminari, shinso, shindo, hawks, endeavor, best jeanist, dabi, mr. compress

HAIKYUU: oikawa, iwaizumi, kageyama, kuroo, bokuto, ushijima, terushima, sakusa, miya twins

BLUE LOCK: isagi, kunigami, raichi, baro, itoshi brothers, mikage, nagi, aryu, shidou, noel, oliver, kaiser, karasu

#🖇️.sena’s rules

[kissatoru]

⊱ ─── ✧ 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨 ✧ ─── ⊰

𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

✦ MINORS BEWARE! — my work is not intended for, nor am i comfortable with it being read by people under 18. i obviously can’t control who reads my writing, but i do ask that if you’re a minor, please do not interact with me or my posts. if i catch you, you’re getting BLOCKED!

✦ INBOX ETIQUETTE — i do not take requests, but i’m always open to suggestions, thirsts or even just a chat, especially if you want to talk about shared faves or attack on titan! all i ask is that you don’t vent without warning or traumadump. any rude or entitled asks will be deleted and spam, harassment or anything that goes against my boundaries will result in an instant block.

✦ OOH, A SECRET ADMIRER?! — anons are welcome yayy! feel free to drop by and claim an emoji, name or whatever you wanna idk. current anons: 🧸

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✦ THANK YOU! — every like, reblog and comment is always SO so appreciated!!!<3

𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨

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✦ NO UNDERAGE CHARACTERS — i’ll only ever write for characters who are already legal adults or have a canon timeskip. that’s just what i prefer, so please keep it in mind when sending in thirsts/suggestions!

╰┈➤ 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

✦ DOMINANT — i might write sub!reader if i feel like it, but probably not often. it depends entirely on my mood and the character. in general though, i’d like thirsts and suggestions to be dom!reader only please.

✦ GENDER-NEUTRAL — since i’m non-binary myself, i will always use they/them pronouns for the reader in my writing, regardless of anatomy.

✦ NON-SPECIFIC — unless it’s the focus of a scenario ( e.g. tall!reader for a size difference kink ), i prefer to keep the physical appearance of my reader ambiguous.

✦ TOP/BOTTOM — i have a slight preference for top!readers but i enjoy and do write bottom!reader as well.

✦ AMAB/AFAB — i’m comfortable writing for both female and male anatomy, but it isn’t always relevant, and if possible/i want to, it’ll be ambiguous/open to interpretation. sometimes the reader is written with a particular anatomy in mind, but if this is the case, it will be mentioned in the cws.

╰┈➤ 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘴 & 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴

note: subject to change + faves in bold<3

✦ SNK — eren jaeger, armin arlert, mikasa ackerman, jean kirschtein, connie springer, reiner braun, pieck finger, floch forster, levi ackerman, hange zoë

✦ JJK — satoru gojo, kento nanami, shoko ieiri, toji fushiguro

✦ KNY — mitsuri kanroji, tengen uzui, kyojuro rengoku, giyuu tomioka, aizetsu

✦ HQ — shoyo hinata, tobio kageyama, kei tsukishima, toru oikawa, kotaro bokuto, kenma kozume

✦ MISC — keigo takami, aki hayakawa

╰┈➤ 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵

note: anything not listed, you are welcome to enquire about!

☑ WHAT I DO WRITE — praise kink, degradation kink, edging, overstimulation, ruined orgasms, bondage, impact play, sensory deprivation, dacryphilia, corruption kink/virgin!character, size kink, dumbification, pet play, hybrids, anal play, rimming, pegging, feminisation, mild sadism and masochism

☐ WHAT I MAY WRITE — breeding ( as long as it’s not reader being ‘bred’ ), mommy/daddy kink ( with reader being called mommy/daddy ), threesome/polyamory

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#( ★ ) navi.

[animeyanderelover]

1,500 Follower Special❤️‍🔥

We did it guys!! Thanks so much for this❣️❣️❣️ As promised, here are the Hc’s I prepared for this. Enjoy🥰. Tbh, I was dying to post these for quite some time now.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessiveness, obsessiveness, delusions, harsh behavior, threatening, blackmailing, bribing, kidnapping, killing, sabotage

Season 4 Hc’s

Colt Grice

◻️Colt is a semi-aware Yandere and quite overprotective over his darling. Who wouldn't be in this Anime, especially considering that his darling might be just an Eldian like him. It isn't like he sugarcoats anything regarding his feelings. He knows his darling might not love him (yet) and that his love is not normal (not completely). But sometimes he just kind of excuses it given the inhuman circumstances he grew up with. Who wouldn't want to protect the person they love in this world? Personally think he was at the beginning a bit more shy, giving him the traits of a stalker.

◻️He is dedicated to his s/o and is lovestruck. In this world there aren't really many reasons to say that life is worth living, so together with his brother and family, he views you as one of the best things that happened to him. He is manipulative due to protective reasons. As said, he isn't the type to sugarcoat anything, he can't in this world. But he does wants his s/o safe and is sincere with his actions which might fool his darling. He is after all only a young man with a future laying in front of him which will bring him and his family honor, next to the fact that he can be very tactical. He is also obsessive, though he wouldn't show it too openly. But he knows that after he inherits the Beast Titan, his time is limited which makes him more possessive and clingy than someone might think.

◻️Colt is not someone who wouldn’t really feel the need to get jealous. Reason is because it is already decided that he’ll be the next Beast Titan which makes eldian people respect him and see him as some sort of hero. Due to that the darling will be met with similar respect since it’s his darling. The citizens know that and respect that so Colt doesn’t have to worry too much. That does not mean that he doesn’t have his jealous moments at all. He doesn’t really like showing that he’s jealous, he is a bit prideful in that regard. But he’s just bad in hiding it and his little brother sometimes points it out to him.

◻️He is not really in a position to kill, though I doubt as long as he won’t make too much of a fuzz, Marleyans would really care. They might just label them even more as devils and savages than already. Nevertheless, in comparison to some other Eldian he has a bit more influence and, as mentioned, is favored due to being a future warrior who will help erasing the people in Paradise once and for all. Whilst there are people in his district who drown their sorrow in alcohol and act more inappropriate, he knows how to defend his darling against such people and whoever is associated with this person always apologizes afterwards to him and his darling. Many people just idolize him a bit due to him being a warrior and the future Beast Titan.

◻️Given the situation you and him are in, kidnapping doesn’t seem to be the best idea, there are smarter ways. Being with him could just mean that you and your family get better treatment as long as you yourself aren’t a warrior. So there is a certain pressure from your family who just really wishes for you to marry Colt later on, have a worthy husband. He’s favored due to the belief of the island devils and that he does the right thing, a honorable thing. Why would you ever reject or want to leave him? It can lead to people having bad opinions about you and in the worst case scenario even your own family if you should choose to reject him. Colt knows that and whilst he wouldn’t want to use such a cheap trick against you, he never knows what might happen if you really should end up not wanting to be with him or break up with him.

◻️He wants Falco and you to be as close as possible since you both are very important people in his life. He knows he won’t be able to spend his life with you for as long as you two live, but he plans on marrying you nevertheless so you and your family will be somewhat safe even after his death and it would make you also his for eternity. Whilst he definitely has composure, he also sometimes just lets go as seen in the train scene with Gabby where he drunk too much. He knows that this life isn’t the best, but he tries to make it as nice as possible for you.

Porco Galliard

🌫He is quite dense and has some pride in himself so it will take a while until he’s realized that he has fallen in love with his darling. He was kind of irritated at first since he didn’t understand why he was always thinking of them and got so flustered around them which led him to acting condescending at first to them. He was more wary of them. It took him a while to figure it out and someone had to point it out to him. He is delusional. Similar to Colt he does know that you might not feel the same as him, but he just thinks that he does everything because he loves you and wants to protect you since he is also overprotective.

🌫Porco is also a possessive and obsessive Yandere. Now he quite has a bad case of obsessive over his darling. He doesn’t have much time either, just like all warriors, and whilst he has the chance to spend time with his darling he just made it his goal to find out as much about them as he can and make them his as much as he can. He is a bit of a jerk if I’m being honest and whilst he can definitely described as lovesick, he also thinks of himself as strong and due to that is delusional in the additional sense that he thinks one day you might start to love him. It’s only a hope of his, not granted, but it does wonders.

🌫Porco is the type to use more aggressive language when jealous and whilst he might be embarrassed later on and doesn’t plan on getting jealous due to feeling like it’s a rather ridiculous thing to do, he still feels jealous quite often. Of course he has more power in comparison to other Eldian and due to that his darling would also be somewhat out of reach for others. Nevertheless, if someone still thinks that they can just carelessly flirt with you, he gets rude.

🌫He worked hard for a reason to gain a bit more influence and can and will use it if he thinks it’s necessary. He can be sometimes more reckless, sure, but he is still aware that he’s an Eldian and a bad accident could lead to fatal punishments for him, his family and you and that’s not what he wants. Feel like Pieck would also help him to calm down and think rationally when he’s somewhat trashing around because of a certain person.

🌫He is a bit more forceful regarding certain situations. Whilst he definitely loves his darling a lot, he also isn’t against the principle of being more pushy in situations where he feels like his s/o starts distancing theirselves from him, he will use his advanced position as a warrior because similar to Colt, he is respected by the Eldian community and is your safety shield from the real cruel world your kind has to go through daily and by leaving him, you give up on this protection.

🌫Feel like similar to Colt, he feels like he has to marry you to grant you a bit better of life with the little influence he has in this world. Porco tends to be from time to time a bit more harsh and passive aggressive with you when he’s jealous, annoyed or had a bad day. So it can happen that he sometimes says rather hurtful things, but despite immediately regretting them afterwards, he would need some time to apologize, but he does at the very least. Whilst he can get mean, it should also be noted that at the end of the day he just wants you to be safe and can be annoyingly affectionate if he’s in the right mood.

Pieck Finger

💜Pieck is obsessive and lovestruck. In all honesty, she’s such a sweetie to have, even as a Yandere. Her obsession isn’t the worst, she is more understanding than some other people in here. But she still wants to have a certain knowledge about her darling since she wants to be as close as possible to her darling. Pieck is a gentle lover and cares for her darling’s health, physically and mentally. An adjective to describe her with is calm. She isn’t someone who would really raise her voice against her darling or say ever something rude to them and if she gets the chance to spend time with her darling, she’s clingy and affectionate, even if she should still be a friend of yours she would be a really affectionate friend to have.

💜She is also an aware Yandere. She is not delusional so she doesn’t think that her darling loves her the moment they met and know that they might never will unless she gets involved in their life which she gets. She is pretty worried about her feelings as well, more for her darling than herself though she also knows what might await her if the wrong person finds out. But she is also a very patient and collected type of Yandere, her darker thoughts and more dangerous behavior are sealed pretty well. She is a good manipulator, though she wouldn’t do this with her darling. She just really wants what’s best for her darling and they know that as well.

💜Different from some others here, Pieck doesn’t feel the need to get jealous. If she isn’t at that time together with you, she wouldn’t stop you from being affectionate with friends and family and also random people as long as someone doesn’t go too far or makes you uncomfortable. If she should be together with you, she allows herself occasionally to get jealous from time to time, though she is still incredibly lenient. She just trusts her darling and people wouldn’t really get too much involved if you should be already Pieck’s s/o since the woman is quite beloved for her kind nature and has a certain power position under Eldians.

💜Pieck isn’t someone who would really expose of people, she is more easygoing and wouldn’t really start getting somewhat defensive unless she’s jealous, senses that someone has bad intuitions or just downright disrespects her darling. She just cares for her people a lot. Still though, even the most forgiving person has a limit which can be crossed, though it happens rarely that she’s angry. Most of the time she’s more disappointed and expects an apology.

💜She night just be able to lead a more normal looking relationship with her darling and since she’s patient and lovingly, her darling might just love her back. It makes no sense for her to kidnap her darling, she’s sometimes just for longer times gone and then there wouldn’t be anyone to look after them. She has to be careful after all with her feelings and doesn’t want to upset her darling in any way unless it’s for their own safety.

💜She most likely works her way from friends to lovers in slow and steady steps, though people might confuse you and her as a couple long before you two were one since the line between platonic and romantic is blurry. She still expresses her feelings for you openly at one point, though she would hold back if realizing that right now the timing isn’t right. She’s a bit eccentric, but kind and sweet nevertheless. Pieck really just craves to have a normal relationship where you are safe and it’s most likely that you trust her since she’s very intelligent and is attending whenever you might need it.

Yelena

🔥The lady is not above being the borderline of a worshipper when it comes to her darling. She holds a different kind of admiration for them than she holds for Zeke and Eren, but she is a fervent lover nevertheless for her s/o. She’s possessive and aware as well, though she doesn’t really care about her strong feelings she has. It makes her somewhat fearful since it also means she won’t have any shame when it comes to getting rid of someone, but as long as she can keep her darling safe and keep them as hers, it’s worth it. She’s also obsessive, though not in the classic sense. She doesn’t search for secrets from her darling, but she just expects them to always answer her honestly if she asks them a question and somewhat just wants her darling to tell her about themselves without her having to do it.

🔥Yelena is also overprotective, manipulative and also controlling. I said it before, but being overprotective is just a basic trait in this universe and whilst she might not be as much protective as Mikasa or Eren are, it’s still fairly noticeable. Manipulating her darling can go either two ways with her, a more pleasant and more frightening one. It of course depends on how much her darling is at that time already in love with Yelena as well since she can very well be a great lover to have which leads her to manipulating her darling more indirectly and pushing them into the direction she wants them to go. That or she just downright intimidated and threatens her darling which is a very successful method since she’s scary. She just does what she thinks is best for her darling and the relationship.

🔥Yelena is possessive and everyone knows that as well. She’s just naturally very scary and since she can become more unhinged when it involves her darling, some people just kind of suspect that she feels something for her darling that isn’t normal love, but it isn’t like she’ll tell someone if they ask her. It just ends with the person having a gun pressed against their head if they annoy her with her playing with the trigger. It’s kind of hard for her darling to continue socializing since even people on the same side as her aren’t exactly safe from Yelena’s jealousy and she’s easy to trigger. The only persons with whom she wouldn’t get jealous would be the Yeager brothers themselves.

🔥She’s a bit deranged and has next to that no problem of pulling the trigger and killing everyone who is against her goals and who ends up insulting those she intends to save. She killed even her own comrades without hesitation when they were suspected of being unfaithful so I suggest dearly to be careful with this Miss here if you happen to value your life a bit because insulting, or even worse, hurting her darling will always end with someone’s funeral.

🔥She won’t kidnap her darling instantly, though she is fairly easy to trigger into doing so if she is either rejected or happens to find out that her darling doesn’t support her goals and wants to turn their back on her due to that. Yelena doesn’t exactly agree with such sort of things too well since she has a somewhat short string of patience and is nothing, but fanatic when it comes to her belief.

🔥Yelena is just by nature a rather intimidate and scaring person, though it’s of course always a difference if she intends to be that way or not. She pulls you alongside with her through all the troubles regarding the Yeagerists and their plans, no matter if you’re a supporter of her or not. Whilst she can definitely be a nice lover, though you might never fully stop feeling a bit frightened of her, she can just as much go over to scaring you with the intention to do so where she tends to become more unnerving. Her height doesn’t help either. Next to that she’s a pretty mysterious woman, her past and backstory are all unknown and she doesn’t tell you much either, only giving vague answers or just not answering at all.

Floch Foster

🟫Floch is obsessive and a worshipper. He has a bad case of obsessive if I’m being honest and is just incredibly fixed on knowing about anything there is to know about his darling and no one exactly can stop him from it, not even his own darling since he doesn’t even seem to really care if they are creeped out by all of this. He just insists on it and if he doesn’t know something he just keeps annoying his darling and people close to him until he’s got what he’s wanted. Next to that Floch is to a sickening degree infatuated with his darling to the point where it isn’t funny, but angst-inducing. He does know that his darling has flaws, but he just thinks that they have the potential to becoming a person that can be admired and looked up too if they’re pushed in the right direction. And he sees it as his job to do so.

🟫That leads me to the belief that he is quite the terrifying boy to have as a Yandere. He is strict, very much so, and delusional as well. It just means that whatever mean and rude things he might end up doing to his darling, he just tells them in the end that he just wants to help them becoming someone others can take an example off. And he himself believed this as well. Maybe it comes from the fact that he himself used to be a coward and doesn’t want you to be like him which is why he is so stern with you in the first place. He wants you to be what he isn’t. He’s also rather insensitive and just says whatever he thinks which can be quite hurtful for his darling from time to time, but they can’t expect an apology either. Learn to live with such comments or else you’ll become a coward just like he used to be. He’s also overprotective over his darling.

🟫Floch has certain standards he expects you to have as well so whilst there is a limited amount of people his darling can talk too, he also doesn’t let them talk to people who are bad influence on them, meaning people who are not Eldian or just don’t think like he does. You are currently in the process of learning how to be the best you can be and he doesn’t want his work to be ruined all over again. And even if you talk to people who he views as his comrades, you have to be careful as well. Floch is a worshipper, sure. But he also expects some gratitude from you since he is the one who is willing to help you becoming strong and admirable. He gets somewhat jealous and rude if you give that gratitude to someone else. It makes him feel like he doesn’t get the appreciation he deserves.

🟫He is disturbing and he just doesn’t fly under the public radar anymore, not after he met his darling. It’s just obvious to people that he is pretty much obsessed with his s/o at this point and he can be so incredibly annoying and scary in his own sense that people don’t really interfere anymore. He just kind of ensures that only the “good” people are near his darling and he ends up isolating them in the process. Not like he cares, he does it only to protect you. He just scares all the people away and threatens them as well which is already unnerving enough. But it isn’t like he won’t hesitate to use violence either against the people he doesn’t think off as good influence.

🟫As mentioned, he ends up isolating his darling the one or another way. He is rather strict so the freedom he grants his s/o, which is already very limited, can be cut down the moment they start acting up or protest against how they’re being treated. In that case he just locks them up and starts scolding and lecturing them how he just tries to help them, calling them ungrateful and stupid in the process which isn’t good for his darling’s mentality either. There have to be sacrifices in order to reach the greater good, that’s what he thinks. So what is sacrificing a bit of freedom against reaching perfection?

🟫He is a brat, through and through. He doesn’t really care that much about how you feel about all of this, he just is too focused on making you the way he knows you can be if you just try hard enough. Floch just constantly accuses you of not trying hard enough, not having enough willpower and stuff like this as soon as you start trashing around. He kind of brainwashed you with his method, but doesn’t see it as something bad. He just wants the best for you and in life sometimes what a person needs isn’t always what they want which is why he often doesn’t care too much about your personal feelings.

Niccolo

🦞Niccolo is lucid and obsessive. It’s likely that he met his darling on Paradis Island, a place filled with people he didn’t even like at first before he started getting to know them and building friendships. So his darling counts to the people he used to think off as devils. He feels a bit bad thinking back on how he used to feel about your kind after meeting you and it isn’t unusual that a person who fell in love wants to know more about the other, him especially because he wants to understand you better. Doesn’t look weird from the outside, only that he catches relatively early on to the true extent of his emotions which make him worry quite a lot.

🦞He has some tendencies for the clingy type, though he isn’t as bad as some other Yandere in this universe. He is respectful and willing to give his darling space if they want and need some. But he just starts missing his darling quickly and gets somewhat grumpy when they’re too long separated from him which makes him a victim for teasing from other people on this island. He’s lovestruck, people know that he’s got it bad. Also manipulative, though he only tries to do what ends up being good for his darling. He’s just very sweet.

🦞He’s embarrassed to say it himself, but he gets swiftly jealous. It isn’t very nice for him since he is aware and doesn’t want to push you away by being overly jealous with other people. At the very least he can manage to hold on, though it of course depends with whom you’re talking too since there are people he trusts more and people he trusts less. With some people he has still a rather shaky bond and these are the kind of people he doesn’t exactly trusts a lot with you. He also has this side of him that gets somewhat grumpy when his darling enjoys food made by someone else than him. He’s a master of the cuisine and takes a certain pride in the fact that his s/o enjoys his food. He feels threatened and challenged if they start liking someone else’s food.

🦞Some people on the island still don’t trust him and it’s the same thing the other way around. But Niccolo managed to be able to pull through, though he has his more heated disagreements with some of the people in here. He would be ready to do something if he is triggered enough, but it isn’t likely to happen and he is still in a somewhat cornered position in here. However, he does have a vengeful side on him and can enter an enraged frenzy if someone messes badly with his s/o.

🦞He meets his darling daily since he’s clingy and feels somewhat needy with it. He can of course endure time without you, but as said he starts missing you quickly and thinking where you are and what you do. He invites his darling quite often over to cook them a meal, mostly when no one else is there so he can have his alone time with them. He won’t kidnap his darling, he somewhat can’t bring himself to do it and as mentioned, he still walks on eggshells around some people who would instantly accuse him the moment his darling would disappear.

🦞Niccolo was at the beginning more hostile with you, though that counted for everyone else on this island as well. But he softened over time pretty much up and by now he’s just enamored with you. He’s sweet and attentive which isn’t too bad, it’s fluttering. But he sometimes has a bit problems to hide just how much he loves you and on certain events he can be more attached to your side than usually. He also feels flustered as well as fluttered whenever you compliment him on his fantastic cooking skills.

Onyankopon

☘️Onyankopon is quite the respectful Yandere to have since he has a very serious mindset and is for that reasons a lucid Yandere to have. He possesses extremely good self-control over himself and his feelings and is also extremely patient in the sense that he is ready to start as friends with his darling and work his way up from there on. He’s overprotective over his darling, though similar to Yelena in comparison to other characters I already wrote about, he also has trust that his darling will be able to defend themselves when needed.

☘️He’s the slightest bit obsessive with them which mainly comes from the fact that similar to Niccolo, his darling would be from Paradis Island, filled with people who are called “devils” and “monsters”. He doesn’t have to know everything down to the last detail when it comes to his darling, but due to the current situation being new to him, he would just like to get to know them better, though he also will answer questions from his darling if they are curious about something. Similar to Yelena and Niccolo, he is somewhat dedicated to his darling which gives him traits of a lovestruck Yandere, though Niccolo takes the trophy for being the most infatuated with his darling from this post together with Yelena who is extremely loyal to her lover.

☘️I see him as someone who doesn’t get jealous easily, as said, he has amazing self-control over his emotions and is more stable to say the least. Next to that he doesn’t know his darling as long and as much as some other people, though he strikes to change that very soon. Onyankopon doesn’t want to scare you away by being overly jealous, much more wanting a normal relationship with you instead of forcing one. It is actually more often the case that he steps in because he thinks that someone isn’t respectful enough to his darling which makes him more angered than jealous.

☘️He is quite friendly and made some sort of bond with people on the island faster than his other fellows. Onyankopon is aware that his situation isn’t the best since some people still don’t trust him as much as he would like them too and knows that it can cause great troubles if he would end up killing someone on this island. There might not be the huge need to do so since his darling is at the very least surrounded by the people who care about them and protect them, but he isn’t above losing his cool when he hears that you have been hurt.

☘️Personally don’t think that he would really want to kidnap his darling. He’s lucid when it comes to his feelings and whilst he can’t bring himself to leave his darling alone, he has his honor and wouldn’t want to abduct them because of his darker desires. He’s afraid that his darling will end up hating him and ends up wanting to do things the normal way.

☘️He kind of enjoys telling you things about the outside world (if you should be from Paradis) since you never knew what existed beyond the walls for a long time and he takes a certain pride whenever you come to him and want to know more about it from him. Probably is a more classy guy in the sense that he wishes to marry you later on and respects, in most cases, your own opinion.

#yandere attack on titan #yandere aot #yandere shingeki no kyojin #yandere snk #yandere colt #yandere colt grice #yandere porco #yandere porco galliard #yandere pieck #yandere pieck finger #yandere yelena #yandere floch #yandere floch forster #yandere niccolo #yandere onyankopon

[natsukitakama]

Y/N *enjoying the trend on tiktok* I always feel like somebody’s watching me

Their yandere’s crush : 👀👀👀

#tokyo revengers #shingeki no kyojin #aot #snk #tr #if that’s not something #Kisaki tetta #would do #then I don’t know him #floch Zeke and eren will too #let’s not talk about Izana and Mikey yandere

[stupid-sloot-headcanons]

Floch… I don’t feel so good…

Teacup with drugged tea falls out of darlings hands as they start to sway on their feet.

Floch smirks and catches Darling as they fall. "Idiot," he muttered lovingly. He picks them up and takes them to his bed. "See, if you weren't this naive I wouldn't worry so much about someone else taking advantage of you. Can't have them trying to take what's mine."

#.floch #.aot #yandere floch #yandere aot #rp ask game

[holydayaria]

Benefit of Doubt

Yandere Floch Forster x Reader

Synopsis: Your friends don't like Floch, Floch hates your friends.

Warnings: modern/college AU, theft, stalking, floch is a closet creep, reiner x reader in the mix too, floch being disgusting

Taglist: @princessfetus @brujaovermoxy @p00pdev1l @milkteavariant @7mental7

5043 words

Floch has a tendency to cling to you in social situations.

Not that he goes to places with many people, most of your time together is either one on one or with his friends. Maybe a group event that Jean or Eren choose to tag along to. He acts more like a bodyguard sometimes when he doesn’t need to. Glaring at the people around you, placing his belongings on the extra seats at tables so nobody else can sit there, always offering you his jacket when it was slightly cold or rainy, even when you were already wearing one. He’d rather be uncomfortable and risk getting sick than you. 

Going to any party that Floch was also invited to, he often found himself stuck to your side. You had to actively mingle only with other girls, only then would Floch hang around Jean and Eren for the further duration of the party. You were one of his only friends, aside from Gordon and Sandra of course. But they didn’t understand him like you did, they didn’t challenge him like you did. He liked that about you, that you can disagree with him so confidently and still not turn your back on him, a true friend. 

After the so-called “falling out” with Armin, any chance he had of inserting himself as a central part of your friend group was crushed. Floch had too much pride to apologize (not that he believed he had anything to apologize for), doubling down when pressured on it. That only made things worse, and even though it was in the past, the entire group already cemented their opinions of him.

About a year later and little progress has been made. Connie and Sasha are amicable to him, Armin is polite, and Mikasa outright ignores him. Out of the group, he’s closest with Jean and Eren, but not by a lot. Of course, how can he forget you? 

Truth be told, Floch was willing to leave Sandra and Gordon in the dust if it meant being a part of your friend group, and thus being a bigger part of your life. It’s not something he can admit to himself, but there was a time that he regretted creating a permanent divide between himself and the others. He can’t say he truly cares for anyone else in that group now, they’ve all mostly shown their true colors; you’re one of the few ones he can tolerate. 

You were the only one who really gave him a chance after what happened, trying to convince the others that Floch wasn’t so bad when they asked why you would ever hang out with him. You were able to mend his relationship with Jean, and even Eren, one of the most stubborn people anyone has ever met. You apologized on his behalf, you stuck up for him. Surely, you saw something in Floch that the others didn’t?

So why did you consistently choose your other friends over him?

Sure, you and Floch weren’t that close. You’ve been part of Eren’s friend group since high school, of course, you all share a deep bond. You only met Floch in your first year of college, meaning you’ve only known him for two years. (Really, it was just a few months over one year, but if you round that up it’s a year and a half, and if you round that up, it’s two years). Within those two years, you and Floch spent time together in the presence of other people, went to parties together, and studied together.

Even when you were studying for completely different courses, you’d usually do it in each other's company. You’d even lent him your notebook containing all of your Psych 1102 notes once you finished the class when he told you he was taking that course. It was a lie, it wasn’t even in his course map, but he just needed to keep the conversation going. Floch didn’t know you’d give him your notebook, not that he was complaining or anything. He didn’t care for the subject, but he read through your notes anyway to admire your handwriting.

Weekend trips, movie nights, and late-night drives were all reserved for your “real” friends, all events Floch was never invited to. He wonders if you talk about him, or if they talk about him. The idea of Connie or Ymir cracking jokes at his expense makes his nose scrunch in indignance, the imagined rejection of you laughing at the imagined jokes. Perhaps he’s just paranoid. But how can he not be? You’re his friend, and you’re also hanging out with people you know he doesn’t like. People who refuse to let Floch in, if only to be with you. People who constantly reject him unjustifiably, because they don’t understand their own hypocrisy. Floch can’t be blamed for not wanting them to taint you and cloud your judgement. If he had it his way, he’d be your only friend. 

You’ve been awfully distant lately, something Floch intends to fix, no matter the cost.

-

The cafeteria was unusually empty. “Empty” meant it was only 65% full, and not overflowing with people. You, Ymir, Sasha, and Connie sat at the six-person table, talking and catching up while eating. Your phone buzzed and instinctively you went to grab it before either of the women sitting beside you saw it. You hoped it wasn’t what you thought it was, lately you’ve been getting enough shit for hanging out with Floch. He’s gotten bold to start his antics of sneering and glaring at those he dislikes, most of them being your friends. No matter how many times you try to tell him to knock it off. You haven’t spoken to him in a few days after he tried to goad you into talking bad about your friends.

“Your boyfriend texted again.” Ymir hums, looking at the notification on your phone screen. “He’s not my boyfriend.” You grumble, looking at the preview of the message.

Floch

Hey, if you’re free tonight do you want to watch a m….

“What’s it say?” Sasha leans against you from her seat, fry in hand. You hesitate, not wanting to open the messages app. If you do, Floch will know you read his text, and you’ve been trying to avoid him as of late. It’s been a nagging feeling, irritation stewing within you in his presence. You felt bad for it, but these feelings weren’t exactly… unjustified. There wasn’t anything wrong with Floch, but lately, he’s been a bit… pushy. 

He outright asked you once why you never had enough time for him, as if he was your boyfriend and you were dodging his dates. Floch didn’t drop it, not when you got increasingly fidgety and not when you gave him the very reasonable excuse of having a lot of schoolwork. Sure, maybe you were avoiding some of his texts and lying about migraines to get out of hanging out with him every now and then, but it’s not your fault. Floch was just so intense and so stubborn about it, it’s draining, and you need time away from him to recharge. 

He was never shy about his disdain for your friends, making him hard to hang out with. Usually, you were able to steer him away from it, but Floch was outspoken and when he had something to say, he said it. He was fine to hang out with, just not when he decided to badmouth others, which was becoming increasingly often. 

“He’s kinda annoying,” Ymir says, eyes flittering around the cafeteria to check if he was around. Her eyes light up slightly when she spots Reiner and Historia, waving them over to sit at the table. “He is not annoying, he’s just,” You can’t come up with an excuse for his behavior, and you don’t want to admit that Ymir might be right, that he has been irritating lately. “You find every guy annoying.” Ymir snorts at that, a lazy grin drawn on her face. “He’s extra annoying, worse than Reiner.” 

“What about me?” Reiner says as he takes his seat across from you. Historia sat across from Ymir, next to Connie. “Nothing.” Ymir gives her full attention to Historia, effectively tuning the rest of you out. You open the full text, biting your tongue. Sasha stopped looking at your phone, and when you glance back up she’s taking food out of Connie’s tray. You read the whole thing multiple times.

Hey, if you’re free tonight do you want to watch a movie at my place? I’ll make snacks. 

…It’s not like you had anything to do tonight. You’re ahead in your classes, it should be fine. You’re not sure if you want to though, and that usually means you don’t. Floch wouldn’t take it too well if you denied him again, maybe you could use this chance to properly sit down with him and talk about his behavior. Maybe Floch would finally listen this time and back off, or at least try to meet you halfway for once.

…Perhaps you’re being too optimistic about the possible outcomes of this.

Floch glowers from the other side of the cafeteria, leaning against a wall. Gordon was saying something about class, it was tuned out. Floch narrows his gaze on you, waiting for a reply to a text. Occasionally his eyes drop to his phone, messaging app still open, staring at the read receipt. You saw the message, you must have. Your phone screen lit the moment Floch sent the text, you picked your phone up and looked at it. So what the hell? Was their conversation that interesting? Floch can’t remember a time you ignored a text when you were talking to him. 

He’s about to walk right over there and ask you, tell you to come to his place later, that he’s picked out a great movie. It’s the one he heard Armin yapping about, the movie you and your friends were probably going to go see at the theatre. You won’t want to go with them if you’ve already seen it, yeah? Floch bites the inside of his mouth, working up the nerve to go over to your table. Sasha and Historia weren’t an issue, Reiner wasn’t intimidating to him in the slightest, Ymir…

Well, every man was scared of Ymir. 

He can still see the slight surprise on the faces of some of your friends the last time he approached you while you were with them. The silent pleads for him to go away. At least Eren and Jean knew how to treat him, Armin and Historia’s fake niceties and Connie and Sasha’s playful jabs meant nothing to him. Watching Reiner and Historia fill up the seats fills him with unease, especially Reiner. 

Floch doesn’t like the way you look at Reiner. He knows you like him, that you’ve liked him for a while. You haven’t made a move (yet), and Floch worries there isn’t much he can do to stop you two from getting together. All of the shy glances, inside jokes and obnoxious jokes Reiner tells. Your insistence to go to all of his games, hanging out with Reiner after school, but Reiner never looked after you like Floch did.

Reiner never eaves dropped on your friends’ conversations to make sure they weren’t talking bad about you, Reiner never walked behind you when you went to your classes to make sure you got there safely, and Reiner never drove past your place to make sure no peeping toms were around. Sure, Floch can never tell you he’s done any of these, but isn’t that all the better? That you have someone watching over you, to keep you safe, even when you’re not aware?

Floch isn’t sure why you haven’t gotten the hint and given up on that sorry excuse of a man; but it’s the one thing he never brought up with you. It must have been a sensitive topic, you had almost burst into tears when Floch asked why you ever thought Reiner would like you back. Sure, he could be insensitive at times, but surely that was an overreaction?

His phone dings with a notification. Finally, you responded to his text. From his spot in the cafeteria, he can see you put your phone right back down after sending it. 

Sure, I’m free tonight. I can come to your place at 8 PM? :)

Tonight will be the night then, tonight Floch will sway your feelings away from Reiner. That guy’s no good for you anyway, you click much better with him.

-

Floch has been staring at the text from you for the past five minutes, the one saying you were here. He offerd to pick you up, but you so adamantly refused. It’s been long enough, where were you? Floch hopes you didn’t take the stairs, walking up to the seventh floor of the complex that way would take forever. There’s a knocking at your door, and excitement shoots through him, the sound serving as bullets to his thoughts. Finally, you’re here.

When Floch opens the door for you he can feel his heart hammering out of his chest. There you were, wearing a sweater and flared yoga pants, a floral silk scrunchie on your wrist. He hates that the sweater is a longer one. He hopes it’s just oversized and not something another man gave you. 

“Hey! I’m not early or anything, right?” Technically you are, but it’s better than being late. Floch beams, trying not to be too excited for your arrival. How can he not be, you two haven’t hung out properly in a while, he’s just happy to see you. “Not at all, come in.” He steps to the side, letting you in. 

His apartment is as you remember it, spacious with white walls and laminate floors. It’s hardly changed from the first time you came here, and you doubt it’s changed much since his grandparents purchased it for him. A jacket of his is tossed on the arm of a couch, and there’s an Xbox resting on the television stand. A few keep-cases containing DvDs and physical game copies rest on the shelves of the stand, and a chocolatey aroma wafts from the kitchen. 

“I uh, I just stuck some cookies in the oven, they’ll be done soon. I can get some popcorn going to for the movie.” He offers almost sheepishly. He’s wearing a nicely fitted black shirt and jeans. It’s very basic, but something Floch put a lot of thought into, going back and forth between clothing options before you got here. Maybe he’s trying too hard, but you deserve him only at his best. “Yeah, yeah that’d be great!” With that, Floch goes to find some popcorn in his pantry, telling you to go ahead and get comfortable.

You’ve been here enough times to skip past the awkward sitting at the edge of the couch, kicking your shoes off, and getting situated. The television is already on, playing whatever was on cable. Currently, something involving a court case. You don’t pay attention to it for more than a minute before turning around on the couch to look at Floch in the kitchen. 

“Oh, I forgot to ask, do you still have the notebook I gave you, for psychology?”

He pauses, bowl in hand. He turns to face you, thinking about what you said. “Yeah, why?” “Sasha’s taking psych next semester, I was gonna let her use some of my notes to help her. Could I get it back?” Floch, now looking back at his kitchen, bites his lip in thought. He tries to pull any memory, if he’s done anything to that notebook. He’s only read it and sniffed it a few times, but nothing egregious.  It should be fine to hand it back to you.

“Yeah, it’s in my room, you can just go get it, ‘ts on the bottom shelf.” Floch says. He’s cleaned his room just for you, it’s changed since the first and last time you went there when he insisted you could conduct your study session on his bed. Maybe you’ll be impressed with how he’s rearranged things. “Okay, thanks!” You call to him, hopping off the couch and making your way down the hall to his bedroom. 

His bedroom isn’t as sparsely decorated as the corridor or the rest of the apartment. A few posters are hung up on the wall, his bedsheets were swapped to a blue-gray flannel pattern, and a tall bookcase sits adjacent to the desk he does his work at. Multiple books he had to purchase for his classes, many classic books that he mentioned to you once he enjoyed reading. Your psychology notebook was on the last shelf, the spirals sticking out against the other hardcover spines of his books. You grab it, eyes looking over the shelf again to see if there were any books you recognized. 

There’s something that sticks out to you. The light blue leather spine of a diary. You glance briefly at the empty hallway and can make out the sounds of Floch putting something in the microwave. Deciding you have enough time, you peel it out from its place on the shelf. The design is awfully nostalgic, with a gold lock and key attached to the book to keep it shut. You had the exact type in high school, a gift you got for your first day of 9th grade. Memories flood you of your old diary, thick with many pages you doodled and wrote in all the way until your senior year. You make a mental note to go dig it out of your closet whenever you go to visit your parents over break. 

But why would Floch have something like this? It’s a bit girly, the lock is heart-shaped and so are the keys. It’s eerie how similar it is to yours, but these types of notebooks were very popular. Maybe he just liked the color. Surely it wouldn’t hurt to crack it open and take a look, just at the first few pages. No- it’s wrong, you can’t do this to your friend, but you just have to know what he writes about

The familiar cursive font printed onto the cover page reads; “This Diary Belongs To” On the line provided is your name, in your handwriting. 

What the fuck.

Your heart drops as you realize this is your diary. Your diary, that somehow is in his possession. 

You can’t believe what you’re seeing. In the margins of the full pages are Floch’s personal notes. He’s annotated your old journal entries and written his own entries on pages with extra space at the bottom or on the blank pages. One page, in particular, was folded, halfway torn out. As if he decided at the last minute he didn’t want to throw the entry out. 

November 12, 20xx

Reiner sat with me at lunch, he- 

The rest of the sentence is violently scratched out with a pen. Many sentences on the page are blacked out in sharpie after that. You remember the day you wrote this entry, or rather, you remember sitting with Reiner at lunch. It must have been 11th grade, and you remember gushing to Mikasa about it on the phone after scribbling it down in your diary. Flipping through the pages, any entry about Reiner was scratched out, or replaced with Floch’s name. 

March 4, 20xx

I got assigned Reiner Floch as my lab partner, we had to dissect a frog. Nastiest shit of my life, I kept gagging so Reiner Floch had to do the whole thing for me. I had to answer all of the other questions and he let me copy off of his paper for the stuff about the intestines and stuff. He sat with me at lunch too im going to go crazy

Below the paragraph was an old drawing you don’t remember making, a scribble that you recognize as yours, but it has been scratched out and drawn over in marker. Whatever it was, Floch didn’t seem to like it. He’s gone through your entire diary, gotten an intimate view of your thoughts when you were younger, he’s done something you hadn’t thought he was possible of. Floch, so hurt over your past (and okay… maybe current) crush on Reiner, he inserted his name into the pages, rewriting your stolen diary to fit his narrative. 

What the fuck.

What the fuck.

You flip to other pages, those that are half full with old entries of yours, the rest his own handwriting. Half cursive paragraphs detailing the days you two hung out, what you wore, and how you styled your hair. Some of his writing was scratchier and he pressed harder with his pen, those pages mentioned the names of your friends, Mikasa and Armin in particular. Some pages were stained, something rubbed in and absorbed in the heavy paper. One in particular sticks out to you, written on the page next to the one with all the dried blotches.

I tried using your scrunchie to jerk off, the pink one with the flower pattern. It was awful but I did it because it’s your scrunchie. I did it for you. I don’t know if people wash scrunchies but you probably should when I give it back. 

The words on the page jumble together and your head spins. When had he even taken your scrunchie or your diary? Nausea and dizziness overtake you and your cold hands begin to tremble. You force the silk hair tie off your wrist, writhing in disgust as you throw it across the room with as much force as you can muster. Violated, you feel absolutely violated.  Floch’s voice comes from the end of the hallway, but you can’t understand what he says. He calls again, tuned out by your terror. He comes to his room, hand on the doorframe as he leans in. “Did you find it, it’s on the-” You both lock eyes, Floch watching you on the edge of his bed, stolen diary in hand. He can’t see the page you were looking at from where he is, but it doesn’t matter. He’s tainted every page of that book.

A look of horror flashes on Floch’s face for a brief moment as the situation dawns on him. He’s been caught; you had looked into the abyss that was his reprehensible actions, ones that Floch hadn’t even considered morally wrong until he saw the way you looked at him. Like you were afraid of him, like he was going to hurt you. You both looked at each other like deer caught in headlights; though to you, Floch looked more like the wolf that got caught stalking his prey. 

“I- I should go.” You stammer, standing up. Unsure what to do with the diary, you leave it on his bed. He can keep it, you don’t want anything to do with it anymore. The thought that your friends are going to have a field day with this might have come to you if your senses weren’t clouded with panic and pure alarm. “(Y/N)-” “Floch, I need to go.” “Just let me explain.” He blocks the doorway, arms up to keep you from leaving. “I can explain.” 

His room is closing in on you, your only escape is now gone. The window wasn’t an option, you don’t trust yourself to open it fast enough, and his apartment was on the seventh floor, what then? Your palms are sweaty and your mouth has gone dry, dread and sheer terror digging an ever-deepening pit in your gut. “I didn’t- I never meant for you to see that.” He says, which is probably not the right thing to say. Definitely not the right thing. “I never wanted to hurt you.”

“Let’s go to the living room,” He says after a more than uncomfortable silence, unsure of if he should step forward or back. You’re like a caged animal, he doesn’t want you lashing out. “Please, (Y/N),” Floch hates the way you’re looking at him, like he’s about to pounce on you and rip into you. You don’t say anything at first, trying to steady your breathing. Eventually, you nod, clenching your teeth and averting your gaze. “Okay.” Play along with this for now until you have the chance to get out. 

You tread back to the open living room with Floch. It’s much less constricting, but you don’t feel any less closed in. You trail behind him like a scared animal, eyes focused on his back and betting on the chance that he’ll be distracted long enough for you to get through the front door. He leads you back to the couch, going to sit next to you as you try to get comfortable. 

A small ding is heard from the kitchen, a gift from the heavens above. “Oh, they’re ready.” Floch quickly goes over to the oven, turns the dial down and gets an oven mitt. It was some escape from the stressful situation you’ve thrust him into. It’s only prolonging what feels like your doom. The front door is left unattended, surely you can unlock it fast enough and get out. Maybe scream, surely someone will help. Now’s your chance, and you aren’t going to pass it up. 

You barely made it three paces before Floch grabbed you, a hand over your mouth and his arm wrapped tight around you. You couldn’t get a scream out, and biting at the flesh of his palm did nothing. The struggle went on, your elbow slamming into Floch’s torso. He let out a pained noise but recovered quickly. Your fingers brushed against the doorknob before being thrown on the floor. Floch grabbed you to keep you from getting back up or trying to crawl away. You broke your fall with your arms, which now hurt. They’d probably be bruised later, but it didn’t seem to be anything bad. The end result of your struggle was Floch sat against the wall with you tucked between his legs, an arm caging you in and the palm of his hand returning to your mouth to muffle you.

“You said you’d let me explain.” He says in your ear, low and irritated. You’re still thrashing against him, getting increasingly frustrated as your vision blurs. Floch was stronger than you, you’d never noticed it beneath his long-sleeved shirts or jackets, but his arms were thick with muscle. He’s well built, something you never really noticed before. Floch could be really strong when he wanted to be. 

As much as Floch hates to admit it, your struggling against him and your tears wetting his hand was getting him hard. A shaky breath bordering on a moan escapes him and it’s that makes you still in his arms. Floch keeps his hand over your mouth, adrenaline still pumping through him. He tries to focus on you, the body spray you used before coming here, the way your hair is parted. This is wrong, incredibly wrong. Everything about this is wrong, but he’s determined to make it right. 

“It’s my fault,” For being so careless to leave it out like that “I’m- I’m sorry,” Floch says, forcing the words out of his constricting throat. Surely there’s a way for him to salvage this. He will salvage this, whatever it takes. “You aren’t going to scream, are you?” He says in your ear. You shake your head, fear constricting your very being. Floch wouldn’t do anything to hurt you, right? Slowly and cautiously, he removes his hand from your mouth. It lingers, just an inch or two, in case he needs to silence you again.  

A knock resounds from the other side of the apartment door, probably one of his neighbors. It makes you both freeze up, Floch tightening his grip on you. 

“Everything all right in there?” An older mans voice comes from the opposite side of the door. He must have heard the scuffle you two were in. 

You both stiffen up, two pairs of wide eyes staring at the door. Floch slaps his hand over your mouth before you can scream, pressing you further against him to try and keep you quiet. “Not a fucking word.” He hisses into your ear, ensuring you would stay quiet before giving his attention to the pesky neighbor outside. “Yeah! Everything’s fine!”. Floch calls back, praying the man leaves. “It sounded like something heavy fell, you okay?” The voice calls back. A grimace decorates Floch’s face and he bites his lip. Damn helpful neighbors. “It’s fine, I just dropped something!” He digs his nails into your flesh, on your face, and through your sweater. 

Floch is your friend, he wouldn’t hurt you. You try to repeat that in your head, knowing how obviously wrong that is. He’s already hurt you, he will continue if you let him. Your elbow strikes Floch where you can again, with all the strength you have (not a lot after being thrown on the ground), but he steels himself and only squeezes you further against him.

“Well, alright,” The man says, adding that if something were to occur,, Floch should come ask for help. Floch gave a forced ‘thanks’, listening to the mans footsteps fade and hearing him walk back into his own apartment. He loosens the hold he has on you, his hand dropping from your mouth. After a beat of silence, Floch decides to speak up again. “We can talk about everything, I’ll explain it to you,” 

“Floch, please, I want to go home. Just let me go home.” You say, and you’re so quiet that Floch almost doesn’t hear you. “You need to stay,” Floch knows whatever he has to say to you is going to take longer than what tonight will allow. Besides, he can’t let you go until you’ve forgiven him and he knows you won’t make a fuss over this later. “We can talk about it after the movie.” He says this while nuzzling your hair with renewed confidence.

You’ve always been so understanding before, and always stood up for him, Floch is sure he can convince you to give him the benefit of doubt this time too. 

#Yandere floch #yandere floch forster #yandere floch x reader #floch forster x reader #floch #floch x reader #Yandere aot #Yandere aot x reader #yandere snk #yandere snk x reader #Yandere attack on Titan #attack on Titan x reader #Yandere attack on Titan x reader #Yandere x reader #floch forster #_floch #_aot

[knowyourplace-fool]

im so excited for your anime blog!! I hope all is well!! may i request a noncon smut yandere eren (bc im horny for some jeager lmao) where the reader escapes from the jeagerists and he chases her down? titan form or not, tis up to you, love!!

⚠️: NON CON, Yandere!Eren, baby trapping, degradation, toxic Eren, semi public sex

-> ahhhhh! My first h.c request!!! :D

-> Sorry for any mistakes

-> has spoilers!

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For some reason, Eren wanted you with him and his “team” at all times

Even though you refused to be apart of it, you didn’t exactly have a choice because he’d drag you along with him anyways

Everyone was too worried about themselves to care about your whereabouts

It was your fifth day locked up in a jail cell

You hadn’t seen Eren in weeks because he was too busy planning with his brother

Floch came down time to time, just to give you a lecture on how great Eren is and how he’s gonna save Paradis Island

You honestly didn’t care about what Eren was doing, you just needed to get the hell out of the jail cell

Fortunately for you, later that day an unfamiliar face was guarding you

She didn’t have a gun and looked a bit nervous

Newbie, huh?

You made an excuse and said you have to use the washroom really badly, so she reluctantly let you out

You didn’t hesitate at all and hit her as hard as you could

Once she was down, you took her uniform to wear as a disguise

You left the basement in a hurry, trying to figure out which building you were in

After running down endless halls, you finally found an exit

You kept your head down and walked out naturally, wanting to get in a crowd before someone sees you

As you’re walking away, in the corner of your eyes you see a pair of green ones staring you down

Both of you realized in the exact same moment and you bolted while he followed closely behind

You ran towards the market, hoping to lose him in the small crowds but Eren had his eyes locked on you

You could feel his eyes on the back of your neck

All you could think about is what the hell was he doing here! Floch told you in the morning that he was coming back in 2 days!

You turned into a narrow alley in between the houses and kept doing so, hoping you’d lose him in the process

That is, until you hit a dead end

He was right behind you the whole time and now has you trapped in a secluded alleyway

You tried to look for another way out, but it was no use

“What do you want, Eren? You can’t keep me in that filthy jail cell forever.”

“I’m protecting you.”

“I don’t need your fucking protection. I can take care of myself.”

“You don’t understand anything now but soon you will.”

“It’s official! You’ve lost your fucking mind. Just let me go.”

He began moving closer to you, and you started moving back

The alleyway was too narrow, you wouldn’t be able to squeeze past Eren if you made a run for it

“Eren, stop! Just tell me what you want from me.”

“If I told you, you wouldn’t believe me. And even if you did, you wouldn’t agree.”

“What the hell are you talking about?!”

“My time is coming to an end. I didn’t want to leave this place without leaving a mark.”

You stared at him in confusion

“A mark? What do you-”

“I want to have a child.”

You put the pieces together quickly and instantly started shaking your head, ‘no’

“I’d hate to have to force it on you, but I will if you refuse.”

“Please Eren, I’m not the right one for this. Speak to Mikasa, I’m sure-”

“I don’t have feelings for Mikasa. I have feelings for you and I know you’d be the greatest mother to my offspring.”

“Eren you can’t expect me to allow you to do this. It’ll also put me in danger.”

“They’ll protect you. Especially if you’re carrying my child.”

You knew who he was referring to

Mikasa and Armin wouldn’t let a thing happen to you

“You’re crazy. I’m not doing it.”

“I’m not giving you an option.”

He cornered you, there was no other way to get out

Before you could scream for help, he covered your mouth and turned you around so your face was squished up against the house

You felt his hands lift up your dress and pull down the waist band of your underwear

His fingers made its way to your folds and entered it

“You say you don’t want me but your soaked.”

“Please, Eren. Anything but this.” You cried out

It was your last option

Maybe someone would hear you crying and come save you or maybe he’ll feel bad and let you go

But all your hope vanished when you heard him taking off his pants

You sobbed into his hand when he pushed in

You tried to bite him but he only held onto your jaw and fucked you harder

He bent you over a nearby stack of wooden crates and continued to violate you and degrade you

“You’re gonna look so pretty with my baby knocked in you. No man would marry a women with a child. You’ll spend the rest of your life alone and when you die, I’ll be waiting for you.”

He began to pick up his pace which indicated that he was close.

This was your last chance.

You began struggling even more, hoping to get away before he gets the chance to cum inside of you

Eren wasn’t dumb, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pushed his whole length in before releasing

Warm cum filled your walls and you let out one more whimper when he pulls out

“Y-you’ve ruined my life.”

“That’s what everyone tells me.”

#yandere eren #yandere aot #eren smut #tw: dark fic #tw: noncon #eren non con #eren yeager smut #eren jaeger smut

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

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

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

Pairing: Bully!Eren x Fem!Reader

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

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

WC: 2.5k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

On the third day, you're declared missing.

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

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

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

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

Where did his favorite stress-ball go?

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

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

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

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

Yes, that's me.

How do you know ___?

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

When was the last time you saw her?

Friday night at Floch's party-

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

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

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

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

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

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

But you guys were close once right?

Yeah. Once.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He hates the sound of his own voice.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Get out."

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

SMASH

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

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

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

Maybe he stays in case you'll come back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He turns the knob.

And Eren Yeager completely shatters.

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

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

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

"Hey, are you all right?"

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

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

#eren yeager x reader #bully eren yeager #toxic eren #eren yeager x you #yandere eren x reader #eren jeager x reader #eren x fem!reader #eren yeager x reader fanfiction #attack on titan fanfiction #dubcon tw #tw noncon #tw abuse #tw drinking #tw drunk driving #eren yeager fanfiction #dark content #dark fic #tw trauma #tw depr

[iiraven]

Odyssey

Pairing: Poseidon!Armin x Reader

Genre: romance, smut

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

Word count: 9.8K

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

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

Attack on Titan Masterlist

Present day:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you, Mr Arlert.”

His footsteps are so gentle, as are his apologies.

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

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

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

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

“Lemnos,” you say.

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

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

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

“You can’t make it impossible either!”

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

“What about Tree?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I know you can too,” he assures you.

You frown. “Are you being sarcastic?”

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

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

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

A year ago:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He never returned to the sea.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A daughter sheltered from the world, it seemed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And so, Armin’s true Odyssey began. 

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

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

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

Eleven months ago:

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

“Thank you,” you said, standing up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So, is that a no?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“A year and a day.”

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

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

Nine months ago:

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

And then you were visited at the river.

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

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

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

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

“The waterfall would kill you.”

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

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

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

“I might get saved, who knows.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Present day:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He’s reached a new chapter of this Odyssey.

Present day:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What you need is a god.

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

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

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

Well, except one person.

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

Present day:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now, you know.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Come here.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck.

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

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

“Who is he?” Armin snaps.

“It was only-“

“Who is he?”

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

Armin’s shoulders relax, “I see.”

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

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

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

Slap!

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

He slaps you thrice.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I am!” you cry out. “I am grateful!”

“Good girl, good puppygirl.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You expect Armin to disappear. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Armin- I- this is. But why?”

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

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

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

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

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