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Oh, she had you. Had you tied to that invisible leash and collar that she was finally aware she was holding. After a couple of dates, she recgonized that fondess many femmes had in their eyes when they would stared at her in awe. How they fawn over that simple smirk, that raised brow, or a simple huff in her breath when she towered over you. She had already figured you were the type to jump and claw her to bed one moment then being cute and coy when batting those lashes up at her the next.

So, when you have her cuffed to her bed, those same gorgeous brown eyes staring at you unamused as your nose feathers her cheek, dragging down the column of her neck, brown abs sketched over with scars, kissing her chest: "is this because I spoke to Liza the other night?" her voice vibrated through you, responding with a soft hum of air as your kisses loved lower and lower, tugging her pants down to expose her. "You're the most jealous person I know, I swear..." and she's been with plenty.

"You can be with anyone..." you purred, kissing plush, hair tickling your lips. You felt her beginning to swell, tasting her growing wetness with a long drag of your tongue, rewarding you with muffled moan that hummed in her throat. "You should be with me. You shouldn't know her, you should only know me.." you kissed and suckled her clit, your moans vibrating into her.

"Honey..." she signs, another muffled moan. "You can't suspect everyone I talk to be a threat.."

"Yes I can." you say immediately, the hearts in your eyes beamed to hers as she let's out an immediate annoyed sigh. "especially with how she touched your arm and giggled at you, standing on her toes to reach you.."

"I just have that affect..." the tone smirked, amused with herself.

"I know."

"It's how I got you."

"Mhm.." you nod, suckling her clit, your tongue dragging on the sensitive bud. "And if I see you speak to her again, I rip her throat out."

Silence. Seconds passed as she watched you work to please her, begrudgingly holding in moans, controlling soft breaths that held in her throat.

"That's cute..."

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His stern gaze never left you from the dinning table as you pranced back and forth in the kitchen, a mess of flour over the counter, the sizzling of batter in the pan, the savory smell of bacon wafting the home. The radio playing slow jazz and longing tunes. Nina Simone, he's sure is being played. Yeah, typical that this "Other Woman" would have his wrists and ankles handcuffed to the seat. How did he not see you coming? Well, to this extent that is.

He doesn't even remember if it was something he ate or drank, he just remembers your face in his warped vision of the night and everything turning black. Who knows what happened during that time?

You set a porcelain plate of fresh of cakes in front of him, gently setting a glass and poured orange juice from a carton before settling in your seat. "So..." You gently started after a beat of silence, a nervous air out through your nose, a home ridden smile on your face. "You probably don't remember me-"

"I do.." he groveled. it wasn't a lie

"You do?!" you jumped out of your seat before regaining your composure, setting yourself back down with a clear of your throat. "I'm surprised, happy, but-"

"You've been going through my trash." he grumbles. "Disgusting by the way. I assumed you lost something after you thrown it in my garbage."

"Well, I..." a gulp. "Needed to know what you liked.. you were always so quick to leave for work and returned late. It would be rude to interrupt your schedule."

He stared at you with a long pause, his gaze scowled. "Are you delusional?" Earning a perk in your posture. "You couldn't have simply spoke to me-"

"But I tried!" Your voice begged. "You should eat, it's good!"

"Uncuff me." the demand was calm and absolute in his control.

"Absolutely not."

"And why not?"

"Because..." you stood, striding over to his side of the table again. His eyes linger on your hands as you grab the silverware, cutting his pancakes into triangles. "Because then you'll leave. You'll get angry and push me away before we can even have breakfast."

"You think kidnapping me was a good idea?" You don't answer, only focused on cutting before poking a couple triangles with the fork and brought it up to him, syrup dripping on the plate. He paused, an air huffed out his nose, his brows tensed and bit the inside of his cheek. But before you could linger closer, his body jerks at you, faltering in your movements and nearly dropping the fork, the scrap of the chair caused a light streak on the floor in his motion, relaxing back in his seat, his wrists twist in his binds, another disgruntled huff at the bands around his wrist and ankles.

"Stoppit!" you yell in your squeaky whine. "Do not be this way!"

"Uncuff me now or will ring your neck when I get loose." Your back straightens at his growl and your face turns stiff and aloof, your eyes bore hard into his. Finally, you let out a stiffled air of relief through your nose before dropping the fork on the plate with a deliberate clank and with one harsh motion, you pluck the knife from the table and slammed it down onto his hand. He lets out a short cry followed with struggled grunts and growls. His eyes motioned from his shakey bloodied hand to your figure, your arms crossed with a disappointed pout and a shake of your head of a housewife.

Édith Piaf slowly ended with your sigh and your head thrown back.

luver data: Levi Ackerman, Erwin Smith, Nanami Kento, Hiromi Higuruma, Aki Hayakawa, any of your other loves, etc.

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Because he's so big and strong, he smells so good, he looks fascinating. He brushed his hair different this morning, his hardened hands looked a bit more cared for, he trimmed his nails, he's neat, despite all the restless hours, he takes care of himself. "Never a dull moment.." his voice vibrates through you, the energy he emits though its not directed to you personally.

Somepart enjoyed being the one to give him news, good or bad but shivers that run through you watching close as he tugs on his tie, rubs that spot on his forehead, or when his eyes close and his brows rise for a beat, and that sigh he let's out that you want to be enriched by. You can only imagine and assume stealing his workout shirts or a couple of his dress shirts would make him gain a tad bit of insanity.

You couldn't help it, needing one as a pillowcases another to lounge in, and maybe just another to gaze and praise upon, inhaling his scent and holding onto it for as long as you could. You only imagine how he felt when he thought it was only stress getting to him after a long day when he pressed hand to his bed, thinking it was bit warmer than it should've been. Or why something he threw away in the trash was suddenly missing. Or those concerned footsteps as he rushes to the front door thinking he heard creaking.

You bounce back his sigh as he's leaned back in his chair, thinking over the new stress you just delivered him. "I'm sorry." you breath out, immediately responded with a raised hand, he's being so, so careful where he's throwing his energy despite it all. "No, no, it's not you're fault." he stands and you feel like you may fall. "I'll handle it."

What power does he have?

Or both! The night the Survey Corps were celebrating a big victory, maybe he should've been more careful after a few drinks. He wasn't even drunk, he couldn't have, he just go reckless not doing his ritual to eye or sniff his drink when he looks away from it and you, dear Yandere!Reader just. got. lucky. Slipping that pretty little bead into his drink and watching it sizzle momentarily when he turned to his cadets ruckus and that growl, oh, that growl he makes just before he turns to bark at them for peace before returning to his and you watch him gleefully as he drowned the frustration.

First, it was his browns becoming mire tense, next it was rubbing the strain in his temples, then it was him swiftly excusing himself and exiting into the dark, cool air. Yet, his whole body was on fire, his feet stumbled, and his vision saw three of himself. He was able to react quicker than you expected when stepping in front of him, "Heichou..." you softly greet him, gentle eyes examining him when you press closer. Despite, his hands wave to shoo you away as you catch him. In a heartbeat, he connects the dots but it's too late when he officially blacks out.

'He's so perfect.' you chime in your head once more, in your own daze as you recount his scent and weight as you dragged him into your new home together. Securing the steel ribbons on his wrists and ankles to the plush bed, you wanted it to be as comfortable as possible in his new bed, soft pillows and blankets carefully supporting his drowsy body. You pictured it now: regular tea dates, cutesy lunch times, peaceful reading hours-- Why was he looking at you like that?

Your head tilts and your brows go up trying to contain that lovesick smile, blinking into refocus when he tries to build his strength to ring your neck only to be held back by the ribbons. "See...?" you let out a disappointed sigh. "I knew you'd be upset, that's why you need time to calm down.." you pout.

"I'm upset because you drugged my drink and brought me to Hell knows where," he's growling at, steel eyes shooting bullets.

"Well...-"

"Uncuff me!" the bellow of his voice makes you jolt, a ball bounced in his stomach for a beat. "Only if you promise to stay here with me-"

"You'll be lucky if I don't throw you over the walls!"

"oh, but I need a 'yes'! If we want to stay here forever." Your soft, genuine concerned voice attempting to cheer encouragingly, bouncing on the edge of the bed to get closer to him. He looks at you with disbelief in his eyes. "I can take care of you, and cook for you, and clean for you-"

"Fucking insane.." he mutters to himself yet the insult drills into you. Despite so, you continue your inane yapping of growing old together, proping your full weight next to him, going on and on and on until you squeal in excitement from your own make-believe thoughts, bouncing and throwing your arms around his neck, your silk gown and sweet perfume nauseates him. The rattling to undo his cuffs rang like bells in your head.

Planting yourself back into your mother's life, your step-father taking notice to your familiar lush scent on his side of the bed, the make up stain that appeared on his dress shirt cuff. Your warm lingering presence was starting to make his stomach churn but what kind of husband would he be to demonize his own step-child.

Honestly, when did he start losing his will? Was it when you starring pressing yourself closer to him, placing your hand on his thigh under the table? When he was finding your underwear in his hamper? The lovey dovey text messages that started going to far? Or was it when files and archives of photos and videos of you appearing on his desktop, his inbox, his direct messages. Too many, way too many, and he's not incredibly tech savy to begin with, having to delete each with harsh heartbeats with each passing scenario of your mother catching the files. Catching the files on his devices. Of him staring at you palming himself, briefly hearing every few clips out of whatever coping morbid reason or curiosity.

It made pits form in his stomach when he lied next to your mother that night, the images of how soft you look, how wet you got, and that voice ringing in his head. Ashamed, restless, awoken by his own guilt and heads to the kitchen for some water only, by pure luck, for you to be there. He wanted to lecture you, tell you off, demanding you, you little siren, to stop this game you were playing. Yet your eyes struck him, not realizing in his drowsiness that you had gotten closer during his unplanned lecture yapping, placing yourself right on him, palming him through his pants. 'I̵̥̍ṯ̴̲͑̾ ̶̝́c̸̈́ͅö̵̜̫́̏u̶̹͐l̵̟̰̾̏d̴̯͎͐'̵̜͙͂v̵̯̻̿̿ë̸̗̭́ ̷͍̎̾b̴̢̐͝ê̷̳̔ẽ̵͓̈́n̵̻̂͆ ̴̧́̀m̸̞̓è̴̠͉̋ . . .' your eyes lowered, lingering. For a long moment, silence remained when you leaned your head in the crook of his neck, your hand softly sliding down his pants, his breath hitching when you giggle at the twitch when you stroke you.

Nanami Kento, Higuruma Hiromi, Erwin Smith, Zeke Yaeger, Kishibe

It's really upsetting to experience harsh treatment from your Love, isn't it, Yandere!Reader? Since the outburst, it's felt like the whole world and its demeanor has shifted. Sticking to yourself, dumping yourself into work, to even sobbing quietly in the backrooms of the building. What had you done? Had you rush things too fast? Did they find your altruism for them annoying? Or, did it have anything to do with the new employee? I mean, they are cute when they make mistakes, and they are a hard worker, and now they were getting the treatment from your Love before you. All your hard work, all those runs just for their eyes to be looking up to your Love in adoration. Were yours not enough?

How long were they going to endure the consistent mismatch of their schedule and turn up late or too early? How much longer were they going to just let the unrelenting work and files pile and pile onto their desk? How much are they going to take working long, countless hours and only be rewarded with a "great work!" email?

Sigh. Oh, Yandere!Reader. Did you think your Love wouldn't notice your switched behavior or even the stress caused onto your coworker? This attitude will not do.

Which is why, now, here you were. Sitting on top of the meeting room table in the dark, after hours. A mean pout and wet eyes focusing on your Love's stern ones as they lean closer to you, each hand pressed on the table, caging you. You were hurt, you felt bullied, you don't why they would treat you like this... "I'm sorry, honey." they speak softly to you, you're brows raise and your eyes blink tears away. A hand coming to your cheek to attentively wipe the tears with their finger. "I have to keep up a certain face, you know that. If everyone knew I was giving you special treatment, then that would get us in a lot of trouble. Get me in trouble, dear." All you do is pout at their words, feeling more tears form at their kindness, the knot in you're throat making you whine as your feet sway at the height, unsure only for them to get closer to you, allowing you to wrap your arms around their shoulders to hold them, finally able to let out a sob and hide your face in the crook of their neck. "There..." they hum, an arm around your waist and a hand rubbing your back, swooning and breathing relief in their warmth. "No more of that silly bullying, understand..." they command softly, earning a nod which rewards you with a heavy hand placed on the back of your head.

Your wet eyes peak over their shoulder, noticing the familiar pair of eyes lingering in the dark outside the door, the shadow rushes silently away. You let out a final relieved breath. You did your job.

Erwin Smith, Eren Yaeger, Nanami Kento, Higuruma Hiromi, Geto Suguru, Makima, Quanxi, Kishibe, Sevika (Arcane)

Sorting papers, answer calls and emails, setting the schedule, sorting the mail, staying after hours. All your heart and time dedicated to them. They noticed your admiration right away, chuckling warmly, their eyes quickly examine when you introduce yourself. Bouncy, soft, cute. It was nice seeing how far you would go to please their demands from taking flights of stairs repeatedly when the elevator was down, running to get their suits from the tailor, or simply picking up their breakfast or lunch. But, now, were they being too critical or was it going too far when noticing their shoes were cleaner, fitting nicely? Or when they see their prescription presented neatly on their desk?

Now, here you were, watching their angry brows and stern tone snap at you for something as small as bringing them a clean tie after an accident. Losing their cool, snatching the tie from your hands, flinching with each bark that filling the room. "You think this behavior is cute, Yandere!Reader?" making you tense and your eyes go big at the tone. "Chatting, getting snacks, causing workplace distraction?!" their voice booming through the office, heads turning to witness. "You're here to work. Enough with the chatter and actually get to work." their eyes making your stomach turn before planting yourself back at your desk, finally letting out your breath.

It had been the first time in a long while since you've cried, padding away harsh tears. You'll have to make it up to them, next time.

Makima, Erwin Smith, Levi Ackerman, Nanami Kento, Higuruma Hiromi