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Yandere No Sutoka 2.

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Yandere! Ayato Aishi x Male! Reader.

Warnings: Smut, sexual themes, non-con, knife play, oral sex; male receiving, jerking off, ass-eating, rimming, rim jobs, cumming untouched (male).

Summary: Ayato greedily takes advantage of your promise of doing anything he wants.

W/C: 1.7k+

"We... are going to have so much fun..."

You feel the tip of the knife gently trail from the start of your thigh downwards, cutting through the material of the pants while careful to not pierce the skin, the hand on your jaw pulling your head to face the opposite direction. You squeeze your eyes shut in a vain attempt to keep tears from leaking while feeling something soft yet wet press against your cheek, followed by a moan. He licked you. Ayato licked your blood. And he moaned at it.

He moves to lower his body closer, legs between your own to let you feel his stiffening member against your crotch. A sob escapes you as he parts his legs to force yours to follow, having your pants stretching uncomfortably over your clothed cock while he pulls away from you to face you. “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.” He assures despite the sadistic smile on his face before ducking closer to your ear.

“Not if you do as I say.” He sternly whispers, making you take in shaky breaths. “I promise I’ll even make you feel good.” He changes his tone to a more seductive one, tracing a small lick at the outer side of your ear, making you visibly shiver. “You’ve never done this before, have you?” He asks and you’re quick to shake your head no, hoping that it discourages him to continue.

“Good.” He slowly unbuttons your shirt, a finger trailing over your shivering stomach as he forcefully pulls your pants over your hips after he’s done with your shirt, exposing your underwear while he licks and kisses at the side of your neck. Your hands instinctively go to his shoulders to push him away, but they freeze in place at the reminder of the cold knife tracing down your thigh as he makes work of pushing your pants the rest of the way down, his left forearm placed next to your head to keep his body above yours.

Instead, you settle for fisting his shirt with shaky hands as the pants reach your ankles. “You mind pushing them off for me?” He suggests in an alluring tone in between his kisses against your neck, the knife that carefully slips under the side of your underwear with the sharp tip that gently presses at your skin without yet piercing it reminding you of your situation. You quickly nod your head shakily, slowly moving your feet to gently kick off your shoes followed by his pants, careful to not spite him in any way.

Not long after, he finds the soft spot at your neck, having your mouth opening to let out a muted moan with a pleasure-filled look on your face due to the new feeling. You quickly pull yourself together and close your mouth, brows knitting together in attempt to stay quiet, reminding yourself of the background of your current situation. Ayato chuckles darkly against your neck and takes in a deep breath of your scent, giving you the impression that he knows he found your spot.

You soon find out that it’s due to your hands gripping at his shoulders since kissing the hidden spot on your neck. He kisses down your neck, some being open wet-mouthed until he reaches your chest, pushing your shirt open the rest of the way to expose your torso completely. He continues to leave kisses with occasional bites, moaning at the feeling of the soft skin on your chest on his lips. If it weren’t for the fact that he’s trying to wait, he would’ve already wet his pants from being so close to you.

His lips move to your stomach, moving lower with the same wet trail of kisses, sucking softly at the skin of your lower stomach, feeling it raising with every breath. You raise your head to see him slowly going lower, noticing the knife still securely held in his hand and being forced to put up with the reality of having no way out of the situation; laying on the floor of the dark hall with puddles of blood, walls covered in red and a body laying ten feet away from you with who knows how many more nearby.

You feel him stop with his head between your legs, the curiosity making you look up at him with teary eyes, cheeks starting to prickle in a burning sensation. “May I?” He asks, giving you the false sense of having a choice. You glare at him and his flushed cheeks, laying your head back down only to feel the knife poke at you. Your breath hitches in your throat, knife tracing patterns on the unharmed skin of your thigh, making you question for how long you can keep it intact.

You shakily nod your head at the reminder of the threat, your action filling him with satisfaction. He slips a finger in the waist of your underwear and agonizingly slowly pulls it down and over your length, surprised at the sight. You’re hard. But it’s not your fault, what did he expect? You’d never done anything remotely lewd before, and it’s certainly not your fault that your body’s not in tune with your head, it’s just a natural physical response given your situation.

Your eyes squeeze shut with a small whimper from your lips, the same ones that you waste no time in biting to keep your noises to yourself at the embarrassing situation. Ayato peeks his head up high enough to see your face, and unfortunately, he’s not close enough to your semi-hard length. His hands grab onto your waist with a small squeeze, smirking sadistically before yanking you up to the proper height in which he can sit back on his calves and have your erecting member right at his face…

With a perfect view of the priceless shocked yet scared expression on your face after having let out a yelp at the sudden action. He leans back to support some of your weight onto him rather than placing it all on your upper back, his right arm wrapped over your lower stomach. His free hand sneaks over the front of your thigh and wraps itself around the base of your pulsing member, slowly slipping out his tongue while eyeing you closely, missing the stream of precum that leaks your tip.

You let out a small noise of surprise when he presses his tongue flat on your balls, your eyes shooting open. The more his tongue slowly ascends the length of your cock, the more your mouth drops open and eyes widen at the odd feeling. Your body quickly welcomes the sensation and proceeds to leak more precum from the twitching cock while you still resist, shutting your eyes closed again with your brows knitting together as he reaches the slit of the tip.

His tongue flicks the edge of the tip softly with a light breathy chuckle at the sight of your trembling form, then going to suck at it with his tongue lightly pushing the foreskin out of the way. A small whine instantly leaves your lips followed by tears squeezing past your lids, immediately letting him know of your sensitivity, then again; you had never been played with. He leaves a small kiss and pulls your cock to aim the tip at him, licking over the small opening and moaning at your taste.

It takes everything you have to keep yourself quiet, continuing to deny the pleasure he’s giving you, it would be so much easier to drown it out if it was causing you pain. The wet tongue spreads the liquid around the head and your eyes instinctively widen, a small gasp leaving you. “Ah.” You shakily moan after your face morphs into one of discomfort at the overwhelming pleasure, your thighs twitching from either side of his head.

He leans further back on his calves to rest you on his chest and takes your tip in his mouth, wrapping his lips around it while licking you in his mouth with a moan, swallowing repeatedly to taste you. Decided in making you reach the highest point of your pleasure, he keeps sucking on you with his hand starting to jerk you off in a steady twisting motion, quickly starting to overstimulate you by overwhelming you.

A shout leaves your mouth and pulls his sight to you, seeing your mouth agape and eyes watering from the pleasure, getting him to release you from his mouth to let out a breathy chuckle against you, his hot breath hitting the soaked tip. You start moaning uncontrollably while taking in shaky breaths, feeling yourself letting out another stream of your liquids that lands on your swollen balls, feeling it trail down and between your ass cheeks, reaching the puckered hole.

Before you can react to how uncomfortable it feels, Ayato’s tongue moves to lick between your checks and over the clenched hole. While he licks the trail that managed to escape him, he notices how you suddenly fall silent, having him peeking over your bottom half and taking in the horrid look on your face, eyes wide and mouth agape in shock. He smirks and smiles to himself at the sight and licks another thick stripe over your clenched hole, your body shaking while he continues licking.

Your hands make their way to his knees and grasp harshly at his pants as best as you can, silently pleading him to stop. He lets out a dark chuckle but relents, landing a last lick on your drooled hole and returning to your fully hardened erection, licking and sucking the tip more vigorously than before while incessantly jerking off the rest of your length in a fast pace in the same twisting motion, determined to give you your first orgasm.

You scream loudly with your legs threatening to squeeze around his neck, loud noises of his lips smacking against you nearly being drowned completely by your own, your eyes tearing before you finally feel your balls release in his mouth with a desperate moan. You feel yourself shooting load after load in him with his tongue licking you clean until you finished with an audible sigh.

A loud deep groan echos in the halls with you lazily looking up to see Ayato having pulled away with red cheeks, tears prickling the corners of his eyes and a pleased smile on his face. Your cheeks burn in embarrassment at the lack of your cum around his mouth, indicating you that he swallowed all of it; all of you. He lowers your body with shaky arms and sets you carefully back on the floor, letting you see that he’s soaked his pants.

“We’re not done here yet.”

Yandere No Sutoka 2.

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Male Reader Version

Yandere! Ayato Aishi x Fem! Reader.

Warnings: Smut, sexual themes, non-con, knife play, oral sex; fem receiving, ass-eating, rimming, rim jobs, squirting, cumming untouched (male).

Summary: Ayato greedily takes advantage of your promise of doing anything he wants.

W/C: 1.6k+

"We... are going to have so much fun..."

You feel the tip of the knife gently trail from the start of your thigh downwards, careful to not pierce the skin while the hand on your jaw pulls your head to face the opposite direction. You squeeze your eyes shut in a vain attempt to keep tears from leaking while feeling something soft yet wet press against your cheek, followed by a moan. He licked you. Ayato licked your blood. And he moaned at it.

He moves to lower his body closer, legs between your own to let you feel his stiffening member against your crotch. A sob escapes you as he parts his legs to force yours to follow, having your skirt hiking up while he pulls away from you to face you. “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.” He assures despite the sadistic smile on his face before ducking closer to your ear.

“Not if you do as I say.” He sternly whispers, making you take in shaky breaths. “I promise I’ll even make you feel good.” He changes his tone to a more seductive one, tracing a small lick at the outer side of your ear, making you visibly shiver. “You’ve never done this before, have you?” He asks and you’re quick to shake your head no, hoping that it discourages him to continue.

“Good.” He pulls off your tie, pushing up your skirt higher until it’s left barely covering your underwear while he licks and kisses at the side of your neck. Your hands instinctively go to his shoulders to push him away, but they freeze in place at the reminder of the cold knife tracing back up your thigh, his left forearm placed next to your head to keep his body above yours.

Instead, you settle for fisting his shirt with shaky hands while the knife carefully slips under the side of your panties, the sharp tip gently pressing at your skin without piercing it. Not long after, he finds the soft spot at your neck, having your mouth opening to let out a muted moan with a pleasure-filled look on your face due to the new feeling.

You quickly pull yourself together and close your mouth, brows knitting together in attempt to stay quiet, reminding yourself of the background of your current situation. Ayato chuckles darkly against your neck and takes in a deep breath of your scent, giving you the impression that he knows he found your spot. You soon find out that it’s due to your hands gripping at his shoulders since kissing the hidden spot on your neck.

He kisses down your neck, some being open wet-mouthed until he reaches your chest, tugging down at the bottom of your shirt to expose the valley of your breasts. He continues to leave kisses with occasional bites, moaning at the feeling of the soft skin on his lips. If it weren’t for the fact that he’s trying to wait, he would’ve already wet his pants at having his face stuffed in your breasts.

His lips detach from your skin and move to your clothed stomach, moving lower with the same wet trail of kisses, untucking your shirt from the skirt and sucking softly at the skin. You raise your head to see him slowly going lower, noticing the knife still securely held in his hand and being forced to put up with the reality of having no way out of the situation; laying on the floor of the dark hall with puddles of blood, walls covered in red and a body laying ten feet away from you with who knows how many more nearby.

You feel him stop with his head between your legs, the curiosity making you look up at him with teary eyes, cheeks starting to prickle in a burning sensation. “May I?” He asks, giving you the false sense of having a choice. You glare at him and his flushed cheeks, laying your head back down only to feel the knife poke at you. Your breath hitches in your throat, knife tracing patterns on the unharmed skin of your thigh, making you question for how long you can keep it intact.

You shakily nod your head at the reminder of the threat, your action filling him with satisfaction. He slips a finger in the bottom of your panties and pulls them aside, surprised at the sight. You’re wet. But it’s not your fault, what did he expect? You’d never done anything remotely lewd before, and it’s certainly not your fault that your body’s not in tune with your head, it’s just a natural physical response given your situation.

Your eyes squeeze shut with a small whimper from your lips, the same ones that you waste no time in biting to keep your noises to yourself at the embarrassing situation. Ayato peeks his head up high enough to see your face, and unfortunately, he’s not close enough to your sopping sex. His hands grab onto your waist with a small squeeze, smirking sadistically before yanking you up to the proper height in which he can sit back on his calves and have your crotch right at his face…

With a perfect view of the priceless shocked yet scared expression on your face after having let out a yelp at the sudden action. He leans back to support some of your weight onto him rather than placing it all on your upper back, his right arm wrapped over your lower stomach. His free hand sneaks between the front of your thighs and pulls your underwear aside like previously, slowly slipping out his tongue while eyeing you closely, missing the new wave of wetness leaving your entrance.

You let out a small noise of surprise when he presses his tongue on top of your hole, your eyes shooting open. The more his tongue slowly ascends to your clit, the more your mouth drops open and eyes widen at the odd feeling. Your body quickly welcomes the sensation and proceeds to leak more slick while you still resist, shutting your eyes closed again with your brows knitting together as he reaches your clit.

His tongue flicks it softly with a light breathy chuckle at the sight of your trembling form, then going to suck at it. A small whine instantly leaves your lips followed by tears squeezing past your lids, immediately letting him know of your sensitivity, then again; you had never been played with. He leaves a small kiss on the bud and moves back to the virgin hole, licking over it in a slow, agonizing manner.

It takes everything you have to keep yourself quiet, continuing to deny the pleasure he’s giving you, it would be so much easier to drown it out if it was causing you pain. The wet tongue slips inside of you and your eyes instinctively widen, a small gasp leaving you. “Ah.” You shakily moan after your face morphs into one of discomfort at the overwhelming pleasure, your thighs twitching from either side of his head.

He leans further back on his calves to rest you on his chest and continues to swallow your fluids, dipping his tongue inside you and bringing it back in his mouth repeatedly to taste you. Decided in making you reach the highest point of your pleasure, he keeps delving into your soft insides with a hand reaching to your clit and mercilessly rubbing harsh circles, quickly starting to overstimulate you.

A shout leaves your mouth and pulls his sight to you, seeing your mouth agape and eyes watering from the pleasure, getting him to let out a breathy chuckle against your core, his hot breath hitting your soaked cunt. You start moaning uncontrollably while taking in shaky breaths, feeling yourself leaking down to between your ass cheeks and reaching the puckered hole, and before you can react to how uncomfortable it feels, Ayato’s tongue moves to lick between your cheeks and over the clenched hole.

While he licks the trail that managed to escape him, he notices how you suddenly fall silent, having him peeking over your bottom half and taking in the horrid look on your face, eyes wide and mouth agape in shock. He smirks and smiles to himself at the sight and licks another thick stripe over your clenched hole, your body shaking while he continues licking. Your hands make their way to his knees and grasp harshly at his pants as best as you can, silently pleading him to stop.

He lets out a dark chuckle but relents, landing a last lick on your drooled hole and returning to your cunt, licking and sucking more vigorously than before while incessantly rubbing at your clit, determined to give you your first orgasm. You scream loudly with your legs threatening to squeeze around his neck, loud noises of his lips smacking against you nearly being drowned completely by your own, your eyes tearing before you finally feel yourself release on him with a desperate moan.

A loud deep groan echos in the halls with you lazily looking up to see Ayato with glistening red cheeks, tears prickling the corners of his eyes and a pleased smile on his drenched face. Your cheeks burn in embarrassment at how you might’ve peed on him but notice the lack of the smell on urine in the air, instead a different odd scent filling your nose, one that could only be described as sex. He lowers your body with shaky arms and sets you carefully back on the floor, letting you see that he’s soaked his pants.

“We’re not done here yet.”

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Mammon x GN! Reader/MC.

Warnings: Sexual themes, smut, non-con, somnophilia, oral sex; male receiving, unprotected sex.

Summary: Nothing, no spoilers.

W/C: 300+

Mammon slowly stirs awake, the sleepiness weighing down his eyelids and maintaining his eyes closed, leaving him to rely on his other senses. He quickly takes notice of the warmth wrapped around his hardening member, realizing that he’s being sucked off. His eyes manage to peek open enough for him to see a figure under his bed sheets, the head bobbing up and down making a cheeky smile find its way to his face.

Instead of saying a cocky remark as he usually does, he decides to simply lay further into his bed and enjoy the feeling. He quickly starts moaning carelessly as his hands lazily sneak under the covers, taking a hold of the head to guide the movements at a faster, steadier pace. He feels the nose come into contact with his lower stomach, forcing out a moan of your name with his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

The door to his room clicks open with the noise falling on deaf ears, only being roused by the scream at the doorway. He quickly sits up halfway to see the look of horror on your face while he stares at you in shock, too stunned to react before you quickly run away with a muffled sob. He wastes no time in shoving the sheets off of him, wondering if you were just standing in his doorway, who’s the person who had been blowing him?

Mammon shouts in surprise at the sight, falling out of the bed. “The hell are you doin’?!” He shouts at the familiar face while dread fills him, the same look of horror you had now in his face as well. The witch only smiles in return while looking down at his wide eyes that stare back, remembering how they met just a few days prior, though a few days was enough for him to fall in debt again, and when it became apparent enough that he wouldn’t pay up, the witch decided ruining his relationship would be payment enough.

Comment on "Breeder Village"

Rough translation of the comment: "You gave me a thousand ideas with the premise of your fic [Breeder Village], can I use this for my OC and your Doflamingo? <3 <3"

Oh wow, thank you so much for liking my idea so much! I'm so honored!

The village is said to house "some of the most beautiful women the Grand Line has ever seen [...] from blondes to brunettes, young to old, tall to tiny, giants, mermaids, humans and even a celestial dragon or two." So please feel free to put your OCs in it!

Any female OC works for this, I'm so happy to bring the village to life a bit more by having other people's OCs live there too. The fic is of course NSFW and contains noncon, but if you want to slap your OCs in there then be my guest!!

Edit: This includes writing about it, making headcanons, art, whatever you'd like. All that I ask is that you link back to the original fic and don't claim the idea of the "Breeder Village" as your own in regards to Doflamingo! ^-^

Link to the fic! (Doflamingo x Reader)

A "Nonstop Nut November 2022" Production

Pairing: Vampire!Dabi x Reader

Warnings: Dubcon/noncon themes, “sacrificial lamb” scenario + fear play, vampire feeding + bloodplay, aphrodisiac usage, mind break, injury + pain play, (slight!) bondage, dom/sub dynamics, cucking (indirectly), (forced!) voyeurism, pet name usage, humiliation, light! description of death + murder (twice)

Summary: Years after a great war breaks out between your homeland and another nearby kingdom, your father has died in battle, and your family has been displaced from the village you used to call home. The village you find yourselves relocated to is shady, the people in it even moreso, and you struggle to maintain good faith about staying here – especially after you start to witness your younger, adopted sister making friends, and these other girls gradually start to vanish. You’re certain the townspeople are keeping something from you, but your mother refuses to acknowledge your fears, saying you’re ridiculous, paranoid, too young to understand anything – until a priest from the village comes to your home and sits your mother down to ask something of her, something that shocks you to your core. The priest wants your sister, the sweet soul who was recently promised to a boy from your homeland, only just having reached her seventeenth summer, and having just become a woman. Disgusted, afraid, and absolutely revolted when your mother agrees, however much she wavered, you insist the priest takes you instead, going so far as to promise that you will do whatever he wants of you. And when you’re dragged from your home without so much a second of hesitation from your mother, you’re delivered to a stone slab outside the village, where you’re roped up and offered to some kind of demon as a sacrifice. A vampire who goes by the name Dabi.

A little girl stares up at you with delighted, innocent eyes, and you can’t help but grin down at her pretty face, her pale flesh alight with the midday sun filtering in through the leaves above you.

She reminds you of warm summers, of the safety you always felt in your father’s arms at her age, and you can’t help the way your heart aches and yearns to feel that way again; you’ll never re-experience your youth, so you feel you can settle for watching the youngster experience hers, for holding her hand and walking with her through the woods. This much, you’re happy to do.

“Will mama like this one?” the little girl asks you as she holds up a wildflower, pink and slightly wilted, its stem crushed from the force of her little hands on its delicate green length. You don’t have the heart to tell her that mama would probably throw it out, so you nod.

“I think it’s very pretty.”And then you smile, and she giggles, as you say, “Just like you are.”

“Would you… like to have it?” she asks you, and you nod eagerly.

“Of course – but isn’t it for mama?”

She shrugs her little shoulders, and her eight-year-old form looks even smaller as she looks down at her feet, poking out beneath the layers of her skirts, and she says, “Mama doesn’t need to know I gave it to you.”

Your heart yearns for her youthful innocence, your sister’s kindness overwhelms you tremendously, and you make to kneel before her with a tender look on your face, holding your hands out to take hers as you softly say, “You’re a sweet little thing, you know that? I’m lucky you’re my little sister.”

She giggles, nods cutely, and reaches a hand up to stroke your cheek as she says, “You’re sweet, too. That’s why this flower should be for you.”

“Oh, Eri,” you say softly, and the ache in your heart swells and pounds in your chest as you let out a soft, broken chuckle, “Thank you.”

The little joyful thing she is, Eri tucks the flower behind your ear, her hands warm and her kindness lighting a fire within you. You would always look into her eyes as she smiled at you and see someone else’s child, the baby that had been left on your home’s doorstep one night and raised thereafter as your mother’s, but now you see her eyes glowing with something familiar, something you used to think was rare and not meant for you; Eri smiles at you with love.

Your arms wrap around her little shoulders to hug her lovingly without consulting you about the motion, but you’re glad they do, and you hold her there for a minute. She hugs you back with weak arms, but you’re happy to be in her embrace. You’re happy to embrace her as your family.

It’s as a warm tear slides down your cheek that you break from her embrace and clear your throat to whisper, “Let’s go back home, Eri. Mama must be worried, hmm?”

“Wait!” she presses, and you pause before straightening up, while Eri reaches for your hair – and you nearly start to cry as she slips the flower in her hand behind your ear, giggling adorably as she looks at it and says, “There – all done.”

The journey home is filled with elated giggles from Eri as you tell her stories about other little girls, fictional ones that walked this same path to grandma’s house only to grapple with wolves, to share porridge with bears, to enter homes made of delightful, rare candies and lived-in by an ugly witch. The autumn leaves fall around you, and the smells of the woodsy wonderland around you fill you with elation as you watch Eri skip around and smile, the beauty of her youthfulness filling you with elation in turn.

That elation doesn’t last past the moment you step into your home.

Your mother, usually a proud and self-assured woman who stands with her back straight and her chin held high, her entire body buzzing with confidence and positivity, is slumped over a table and weeping, a letter grasped in one hand. Eri sees this scene and nearly runs forward to hold your mother herself, but you stop her with a hand on her shoulder and whisper a soft, “No, let me.”

You approach her slowly while Eri backs her way toward the next room, and your mother’s sobbing makes your heart ache as you take a seat beside her.

“Mama,” you whisper, reaching for her hand, “What’s happened? Why are you crying?”

She doesn’t hear you, and if she does, she just refuses to acknowledge your questions. You gulp down the bubbling fear, the growing anxiety, that builds its way up your throat, hot like fire. The letter, you realize as you glance at it from your seat, is marked with the local militia’s seal. Your father, the only man who has ever meant anything to you, had left home when he was conscripted into the army.

“Mama,” you whisper, but it comes out scratchy, distressed, “Mama, where’s Papa? What’s happened to him?”

Still, not a word. Your vision becomes steadily more bleary as you stare at the flimsy piece of paper under your mother’s hand, and as you hiccup, the realization hits you hard and dread sets in. You reach for it, slowly, and as you do, you fight the desire to claw at your throat and scream at the top of your lungs. It’s a thick letter, writing scrawled on paper that is unrefined, rough. The script is nigh close to illegible, but you can make out enough of it to fuel the tears that pour from your eyes next.

Your father is dead, and your family will be forced to relocate to a village south of the kingdom border for the purpose of safety.

"Eight years," you say with a scowl on your face as you tend the kitchen, kneading the dough you'd prepared for dinner as your mother watches from the doorway. "It's been eight, almost nine, years of just you, and me, and Eri, all of us suffering – and you're still mourning, Mama, you've been mourning since the day the letter came."

She stares blankly at your hands, at the motions you make as you press into the dough, fingers between bits that poke out and protrude before you pull them back and do it all again. She just waits, wordlessly, for something. For what, you don't know. You scoff, though, as she just blinks away your concerns.

"When are you going to be a mother again?" you ask her this seriously, with eight years of resentment behind your (e/c) eyes aimed right at her, and she doesn't react at all. "I'm sick of being the only one who cares for her – she's a child, Mama, and she needs you as much as she needs me. More, in fact!"

As much as you wish she'd say something, anything, she just watches you knead the dough, and you sigh. It's disgusting, really, that she forces you to do so much and simply watches like an onlooker. You raise her child, care for yourself, tend the gardens and the livestock – and she watches, she attends the local church on weekends like she's expected to. But no more than that.

"Eri received a letter yesterday," you finally say with a soft sigh, "from that family we knew… before Papa…"

She doesn't stir, you don't know why you still expect her to.

"Kota has asked for her hand, Mama," you say. "He wants to marry her, and she… wants to marry him – so I've sent word that we'd be happy to allow him to court her."

You think, for a moment, that you hear your mother gasp. But she just lets out a sneeze, and you sigh. Of course, she didn't even care about that announcement. Why would she?

The town bell rings, then, a sound you're all too familiar with, and in robotic fashion your mother moves to grab her shawl from the dining table, and you watch her make her way out of your home without a word. She has never given up on religion – you suppose you should be grateful, but if anything the knowledge fills you with resentment.

It's when she returns, with strange men and women at her side, when she thinks you're asleep but really you're just sat at Eri's bedside watching her breathe slow and steady so that you feel alive, that the past eight years of trying to keep your family safe come crashing down in your lap and you can do absolutely nothing to pick up the pieces.

"We need Eri," a voice, hushed in the dead of night, says to your mother in the main hall, "a sacrifice must be made for the safety of our townsfolk."

It's strange, watching the eight years of your life you'd spent in the run-down village of suspicious men and quaint women trickle down the drain all at once with one painful realisation – strange, but not altogether unwelcome. You'd felt disappointment before, felt your hope and your optimism gripped within your chest and crushed all at once, and this was not the same.

No, it didn't hurt nearly as much to walk in and interrupt the awful conversation taking place in your own home as it did when your father had died in the war and left your family with no choice but to relocate here. It didn't hurt nearly as much as when your mother decided she would no longer be a mother to you, nor to your sister. Frankly speaking, it didn't hurt nearly as much as you felt it should've.

"You can't have her," you say softly, smoothly. With a shake of your head and a warning glare at your blank-faced mother, you go on, "You can't have her for your disgusting ritual – she's betrothed, she has a life ahead of her, and I won't have it. You can have me."

"You must understand, we need someone young and supple, or the One will not take her," the village priest says to you, his eyes as old and evil as he himself. "It must be a vir–"

"Me, or no one," you insist, scowling. You can feel spittle flying from the cavern of your mouth as you say, "Me, or there is no ritual – because I will burn your godforsaken church to the ground while you pray in it if you lay a single finger on my sister."

You watch the old man gulp, the bob of his Adam's apple in his throat giving away his fear of you suddenly, and in his cowardice you see the look of the stupid baker boy, the look of this priest's own pathetic son, as stupid and as easy to manipulate as he himself. And then as he nods and accepts your bargain, you feel a weight fall off your shoulders.

Your sister will be safe if you do this. You're certain of it, certain that the village will back off of her and pick off her friends instead – the way they had done before. Your mother always called you crazy, but as you lock eyes with her once more and for the first time in years she shows a sign of emotion, you see it in her old face.

You've never been crazy. Always been right. There truly was something off about this village.

The priest's hands clasp around yours before you can even think to speak to your mother, and when you avert your eyes from her to see him, he's grinning like a madman at you, teeth on display in a sickly Cheshire cat smile. You can tell, just that easily, that you're in for something awful, a kind of fate reserved for those who deserve no more than to be punished, truly.

"Your sacrifice will not be forgotten," the old man says, and you have a feeling he isn't speaking to you at that moment – rather, his words are aimed at your mother.

"Blessed be the fruit!" one of his goons, a woman in the corner whom you recognise as the mother of a missing girl, yells excitedly.

"May the One guide us!" the rest of the group, in unison, chant thereafter.

Your skin is clammy and cold as you're finally tugged along, out of your own home and into the dead of the night. The streets are cold, and the lamps guide you down a path toward the outskirts of town. And as you step, more and more townsfolk join in the parade, parents and elders all chanting their stupid ritualistic babble into the night until you finally come upon your destination at the center of the cornfield.

"May the One guide your soul to heaven above," the priest finally says as he takes a step aside and gives you a view of what stands before you, "and may He proffer the fruits of His mercy and grace to the Earth below."

With a gulp and a frightened but brave step forward, you approach the stone slab laid out at the centre of the field, and you in your night dress finally accept your fate. This is a sacrifice – you wouldn't be going missing, disappearing, mysteriously vanishing, never to be seen again. You will be dying, all for the pathetic beliefs of this town's mad religion.

You're still processing your fate when your hands are bound before you, and you simply follow blindly as you are dragged toward the slab, laid down on your back atop its cold surface by the men who'd thought to grab you first. There's no use in fighting it – not when the alternative would be your sister in your position. No, you'd rather it be you.

You watch, with teary eyes and in absolute silence as the chanting townsfolk take to tying your bindings down to the hooks on the slab, rendering you motionless. And you feel the bile rise in your throat as the priest comes upon you, standing dead in the centre of his cult's act of repulsive, blind faith.

"The One will like this one," he states, and his Cheshire cat grin is back as he reaches down to stroke your cheek, "she has some fight in her, that youthful ignorance he so adores."

"The girl is the fruit of our labour! Give thanks to the One!" the cult chants, and your teeth clench as you stare hatefully up at the priest who simply chuckles at your aggression.

"The hour of the One is upon us," he says to you, and you swallow down your hatred as he steps back to announce to his cult, "Let us depart! And let the One have his sacrifice!"

The group silences, and they step into a line to retreat from your body as the priest gives one last yell before you're left alone, roped up in a field with no particular reasoning.

"Blessed be the fruit!"

The tears stream from your eyes, but you barely notice them. You feel numb, feel nothing – at least, that's what you're telling yourself as you shut your eyes.

The feeling of being watched comes suddenly, and it hits you hard as a brick to the face – and it doesn't go away. Really, it m akes your heart race and your eyes shoot open, your body bristling with sudden and overwhelming terror. You don't know when you might've fallen asleep, but it couldn't have been long ago. Regardless, your flesh bristles with fear as you fall into a complete panic.

"Is someone there?" you're not sure why you would bother to yell, why anyone would bother to answer, but if there's a chance you'll be safe, you'll take to desperate bargaining. "If you're out there, please…come and untie me! Please!"

Nothing. Not a sound in return. But you still feel eyes on you as you begin to sweat, the prickling panic filling your pores.

Your arms jolt of their own accord, and you gasp at the sting of rope as it catches on your flesh. You'd forgotten in the rush that you were bound – but that realisation doesn't stop your body from thrashing, because suddenly you're filled with the fear and adrenaline of prey, and you're whimpering for help from someone you're not even sure really exists, not even sure intends to help you rather than harm you.

It's dark, but you're grateful there's an assortment of candles not too burnt out that they can still light up the clearing, especially when you finally hear the snap of a twig in the maze of crops you're surrounded by.

"H-hello?" you whimper out, your voice a squeak and your heart beating in your throat as you struggle against your bindings. "Who's there?"

No response, once again. But this time you feel different – the panic sets in deeper, and fear starts to course through your veins. This doesn't feel normal, and you don't feel the slightest bit safe. Your body is trembling, and your arms struggle more than before to escape your binds – but the knots around the rope are too tight, and no matter how hard you tug, or how hard you pull, you only serve to burn your wrists with the rope.

"Please, just – help me! Help me and… and I'll repay you!" you yell helplessly, feeling your cheeks grow warm and your nose start to run as you sob. Reality sinks in fast, however, when you hear a voice, finally.

It starts with a chuckle. A dark, low chuckle that reverberates through and then fades within the wide openness of the clearing, and your sobs start to get louder in the instinctive fear that cools the blood that runs through your veins, turning icy with terror. You stop struggling against the rope, though, praying that the intruder is kinder than the laugh they'd let out was.

"P-please, help me," you finally whisper, desperate and afraid and hoping for just… an ounce of mercy, pity? You aren't exactly sure.

Instead of a chuckle that reverberates through the clearing, this time you hear a soft laugh, so soft it might be an uneven breath – and the source stands right beside you suddenly, with red eyes aglow and a smirk that tells a devilish tale of intentions no better than those of the priest who'd landed you here.

"The ropes," you whispered, panicked, pathetic, "untie the ropes, please!"

"Why would I do that?"

You aren't sure, honestly, what you had been expecting from a stranger amongst the crop fields – kindness, pity, perhaps just naiveté? – but in the glint of mischief in the darkened eyes of the white-haired man above you, you recognize none of those qualities. Instead, you see yourself in the reflective surfaces of those orb's, you see fear and you see shame.

Had you not volunteered for this fate, had you not been willing to die for your sister before?

As the ropes above your head suddenly fall free from the stone beneath you, albeit still binding your wrists, confusion adds itself to the long list of your emotions in the moment. Was he freeing you? No, not with the smile on his face – really, the wicked way his lips curl upward in the moonlight says you are caught in his web.

But his hands still reach for the ropes at your ankles, still untie the bindings as he scoffs and chuckles at your rigid posture despite the leeway.

"Did you not ask for freedom?" the stranger asks you, and he laughs, "Did you not pray for mercy, for a hand to guide you to safety?"

"Why did you free me?" you whisper, voice hoarse and throat suddenly burning, aching with the aftermath of your yelling before. Shameful.

"To give you a headstart, little rabbit," his lip quirks up evermore, a tilt upwards in a snarky, devilish way as he says, "To give you a chance to survive me."

"What?" – you're confused, rightly so, and he laughs at it before you say, voice hoarse and body trembling from the cool night air that suddenly overcomes you, "Why would I need to run from you?"

Your question doesn't really need a verbal answer, because the moonlight suddenly begins to dim as the clouds pass over above you, a storm brewing as you lay. As the darkness overcomes the clearing, the night sky paints itself with the colours of the witching hour, and the man above you changes before your eyes from man, to something far, far from it.

His hair, stark white before, blackens from the roots. The darkness spreads, shadows taking over his jaw and his under-eyes, a cyan tint in his eyes that makes him evermore menacing – and as he laughs again, his teeth grow and sharpen, catching the glint of lightning as he flashes you a smile. You don't want to chance a look down again once you've already glanced down at his blackening, clawed hands.

The churches preach of demons that stalk the unwary, that prey on the wicked and on the innocent – the sight before you is no different from the image the priests would paint in your head of one before. A particular demon, one your prior village priest had proclaimed himself a hunter of, proudly so. The thing that this village worships, the thing you're sure you were meant to be a sacrifice for.

The One, as the priest had called him.

"You're… a demon!" you sputter helplessly, whimpering in fear, "A-a vampire! Godless and merciless, a monster!"

"You can call me Dabi, if you'd like," the devilish male says to you. And he chuckles as he shrugs, which would be enticing to watch if he wasn't horrifying, "Your priest likes to call me The One – you like that one, hmm?"

He laughs as he watches you roll off of the stone slab, away from him, and listens to the hitch in your breath as you fall to your knees. He can smell the blood the second you scrape one knee against the ground beneath you, and he breathes in your scent delightedly as he ignores your retreating form. You won't get very far, after all.

"Oh, what perfect prey," he chuckles as he stands and waits, silently counting off the seconds.

You reek of dread, of adrenaline and of terror – and he turns his head to chuckle as you stumble, the scent of you wafting off your form heavy and hard.

"What's the matter, doll?" his voice booms across the clearing, and you turn your head in horror at the excited grin that crosses his face, exposing his teeth to your view. "You're fallin' all over the place, like a newborn fawn…"

You gulp, unsure of what you're thinking as you open your mouth to respond with a hushed, frantic, "Please – don't hurt me."

He crosses the distance between your bodies in an instant, and your heart sinks to your diaphragm in realisation before he even speaks another word – you can't escape him, won't escape him, because at that speed he'll have caught you in a single stride. You're hopeless as he clutches the ropes that bind your wrists and gives your limp form a tug.

"Now, now," he tuts, the devilish glint in his eyes unyielding, "I thought you had a little more fight in you, huh?"

"Please, don't –"

"Ah, tut tut tut, doll," he hushes you, a low chuckle reverberating through him as he lifts you, up and up and up until you're dangling before him by his clawed hand gripping the rope around your wrists that dig into your flesh and force cries of pain from your swollen lips, "don't beg – it's unbecoming, hmm?"

"You're hurting me," you whimper, and you'd cry if your eyes weren't already dry enough, "Let me go, it hurts!"

Your body trembles at the sound of his bellowing guffaw as he dangles you higher and higher in the air, so you can barely stand on your tip-toes – and you cry out pathetically the longer you're up there, the pain you're in amplifying by the second.

"That's it," he coos, and you gasp as his other hand goes to caress your cheeks, squeezing your face 'til your lips are mushed together, and you can't make a peep without your sounds being garbled. "That's how you get what you need, doll. Demand it."

You'd spit on his face if you weren't mortified, if you weren't weak and useless under his grasp – as you have this thought, you start to curse yourself inwardly, and he starts to lean in toward your neck. His teeth, sharp and animalistic and ready to tear your flesh, are far too near your throat and far too quickly at that. If only you were stronger, smarter, better —

"Let her go!" a voice, familiar to you but only in the back of your mind, calls out as your assailant presses his lips to your throat, and you cry out as his teeth break skin

A slick, hot liquid seeps down the flesh of your neck before a mass of warmth coated in it trails along your throat, and as the voice repeats its call, the vampire – this Dabi – chuckles, and the sound reverberates through you as the slick substance drips down, down your clavicle and into your skin. His saliva, you realise with horror as he continues to lave away at you with his thick, hot tongue, is what it is.

You want to yell, to stop him, but your limbs become useless quickly as his saliva takes effect on you – vampire venom, after all, is a known aphrodisiac. It's been sold by witches as such for centuries.

A loud thunk resounds through the clearing then, and Dabi drops you carelessly from his grasp, like a sack of potatoes at market, so you hit the ground. Your body aches all over from the fall, but as you watch his head turn to find the source of the noise, of the pebble that you realise had knocked him in the head – and even you're a little shocked by the sight that graces you there, bravely aiming a second pebble at the vampire's head.

"L-leave her alone!" the priest's boy, someone your age and who'd offered you fresh-baked bread rolls free of charge many a hungry night before, yells at your captor – and if he didn't look ready to piss his pants, you might be honoured he'd thought to come to your rescue.

"You've a death wish, then?" Dabi asks the question with a smirk, but his voice betrays his immediate annoyance with the priest's son. He offers you a look, one with a quirked brow and a toothless grin, of amusement and says, "Is this your alternative to death, then? A man with a weak arm and an even weaker bladder?"

Against your will and against your better judgement, his voice in that tone makes your core throb, and your mouth water – you ignore your body's unwanted urges, however, and shake your head. Truth be told, you'd never have picked the baker boy simply out of disdain for his family's closeness to the church, their bloodline defiled by its very existence.

"Get away from here, you monster! Stay away from our home, from our women!" the boy yells, and you yelp as you feel Dabi claw at your bindings once more, tugging you to the epicentre of the clearing once more until you're stood up before the altar.

"You reek of the priest, boy," Dabi sighs before he stands before you, staring down at your face while he scoffs out a soft, "Go back home."

You quiver as clawed hands grip your shoulders, and your flesh burns wherever his darkened, black fingertips and claws trace over the fabric of your white nightgown – from your waist that prickles with delight and gooseflesh, to your breasts where your nipples harden pathetically. Dabi chuckles, dipping down to lave his tongue over your lips without a word of disagreement from you, and he chuckles at your compliance.

"Oh, you're behaving so well for me now," Dabi notes, and he smirks as he runs his clawed fingers down your jaw, "Tell the baker boy to go home."

"Yes…" you sigh, and then your head lolls over to face him and you spit a harsh, "Go home, boy… go home to your stupid father."

"Good girl," he whispers, and your mind is numb and your body is like clay in his hold – mouldable, pliant. "No use fighting when you're already mine."

"No use fighting…" you whisper in agreement, eyes clouding over, and your mouth stays open just enough that Dabi slips his tongue between your teeth and kisses you in a way no one ever has before – it's a slow, passionate dance between his lips against your own, and his tongue adventuring round the cavern of your mouth, all while his clawed hands grasp and mould around every part of you that he can touch.

The baker watches in horror, falling to his knees as he hears you moan and whimper in this monster's grasp – once, he had begged his father to let him marry you, he had wished he could have you in this way. It aches in every bone of his body to watch you share such a lewd moment with someone who isn't him.

"So you won't go?" Dabi asks, quirks up a brow without even glancing at the boy now, and he laughs. He says a simple, "Fine. Then stay where you are."

It's as a clawed hand tugs your night dress up to your knees that you manage a small, whimpered, "No!" – this makes the boy flinch, and he tries to turn his head in shame, to look away, but his body suddenly feels heavy. His blood weighs more than ever before, and he can't move.

"No?" the vampire chuckles, pressing on and hiking the fabric around your hips, exposing your lower half to the elements and catching the scent of your sweet centre on the wind, "But we're just getting started, doll…"

You gasp, breath catching in your throat as his lips find your neck and hover dangerously over your jugular, and his clawed index finger carefully, softly, traces a path over the mound of your core. You've barely been dosed with his venom, and yet its effects have left you pliant, soaked through – he feels this with a chuckle as he taps his digit to your slit, and immediately his finger is wet with the juices that flow from you like a fresh peach.

"Just getting started, and you're already soaked," Dabi coos against your throat, and then he groans as he sinks his teeth into you.

It should hurt, at the very least like a thousand pinpricks stabbing into the flesh of your throat at once, but each fang sinks into your flesh like a pleasant, orgasmic, featherlight kiss – and you whine like a bitch in heat at the feeling, sinking your fingers into the flesh of his upper arms that dip and flex with every motion he makes for support. You cry out his name, pathetic, and Dabi groans as his fangs part from your bleeding throat so his tongue and his lips can take their place and drink as he bleeds you dry.

It's painful for the priest's boy to watch, and every second wounds his ego more – he can't tell what makes his heart ache more, the way you mewl for the monster, or the way his body prickles to life with pleasure at the sound of it.

Dabi's index finger finds the pearly bud of your clit while his tongue laps at your blood and he chuckles into your flesh as you shiver familiarly – like your body's felt him on your skin a thousand times or more, and liked it – at the soft touch he gives it, and then as he retracts his finger so that just his claw taps against the bud you shiver once more. He finds you fascinating, arousing. He smirks.

Next, he dips that same digit a little further down your slit, to trace the shape of the hole of your cunt and just barely offer you relief from the pulsing within your core, from your growing need, and you squirm beneath him, whining. Your fingers falter for a moment in their grip on his arms, and he sighs with delight as you moan for him at the slightest intrusion of his digit within the cavern of your pussy.

"Oh, you like that, don't you?" Dabi coos into your throat, "You're a filthy whore, aren't you? Oh… you desperately need me to touch you, don't you?"

The baker boy whimpers pathetically at the sound of it as you cry out a loud, "Oh, please… touch me inside! Dabi, please!"

"You must be so disappointed," Dabi coos at the baker boy, glancing devilishly over his shoulder as he presses a digit inside you, listening to your keening whine in his ear as he continues, "that this isn't you touching her body, that you can't have her like this, hmm?"

"Please… she deserves better than —"

"Shut up," Dabi commands, and the baker boy immediately complies despite the words he desperately wants to say bubbling up inside him. "She's so tight down here, God – and she's so hot inside. The perfect little toy."

You whimper as you arch your back, whine as Dabi lifts you so you're seated on the altar, and keen as he dips a second clawed digit into your cunt, stretching you out and groaning at the feel of you clamping down around him. It's heaven, and he wants to relish in it as he dips his head down to drink from your throat once again.

"Dabi!" you call out his name like you're begging for salvation, and he chuckles at it. He forces your head to loll to the side, your eyes shut but your face in full view of the stupid boy who'd come to your rescue. "Oh, Dabi, please!"

"Look at her," Dabi says with a cackle, licking a lewd stripe up the other side of your neck and sinking his fangs lightly into the supple flesh there, too, "she's begging me for more. This will never be you."

"Please!" You're calling out below him for nothing in particular, just begging at this point to be used the way he wants to use you, and Dabi obliges easily as you lay there and let him drain you of your lifeblood and your willpower, "Dabi, please – 'm yours, so use me! More, more, MORE!"

"God, you probably wish you could bury your pathetic cock deep inside her, don't you?" Dabi chuckles at the priest's boy, unashamedly stretching your cunt open and stepping back to look at his handiwork. "I'm gonna fuck her real good now – and then I'll finish her up, and y'know what I do to 'em when I'm done?"

The priest's boy, in fact, does know the answer to that one. "You'll bury her under the crops," he says, deadpan, "to fertilise them for the rest of the season."

Dabi laughs at that, nodding, "You do know something, huh?" And then he falls silent, glaring at the boy, and says, "Now, be quiet – or I'll kill you first."

You've never been touched before – let alone been fucked. So, when Dabi's thick cock prods at your entrance and then bullies its way into you, even just his tip, it doesn't matter that you're wet – your cunt aches at every inch that he sinks into you until he's sheathed himself inside. His cock is big, and he doesn't make it easy for you to take it.

"Hurts!" you yell, but you whimper out a desperate, "So good!"

Tears slide down your cheeks as the vampire wickedly chuckles down at your confusion, grinding his hips into you so his navel bumps into your clitoris with every single thrust of his cock, and absorbing your hiccups and sobs of pained pleasure with delight in his devilish eyes – and when you whimper out that he needs to be gentler, he barks a laugh into your face.

"Gentle? Don't forget why you're here," he chides you. "You're mine – so take it. Take my cock –" he fucks into you harder and faster, and the slick from your cunt messes all over your thighs as he does, "– like the sacrificial lamb you're supposed to be, without complaining!"

The baker boy sobs as he watches, despite Dabi being able to control his movement. He can't run away, can't avert his eyes – but he cries from watching you, cries from hearing you. And as Dabi turns his devilish eyes to glance at the boy, he tugs you up by your bindings and turns your body to face away from him.

Your back hits the hard, cool surface of his chest as his hand closes around your cheeks, and his cock sheaths itself inside you still. From this angle, the baker boy can see everything – from your cunt, slobbering all over Dabi's girth, to your tits, popping out from the confines of your nightdress with the effort of his harsh fucking.

And from this angle, Dabi has access to all his favourite spots to drink you dry from.

His teeth sink into your shoulder as he fucks his cock into you all over again, and you scream out at the pleasure of it as he hits all the right spots inside you while his lips suckle the red from your body like a lamb from its mother's teat – except this drink is deadly to one of you, and it's not you.

All the while, his eyes cross over your body and lock onto the sad, little baker boy's – and if he could laugh without wasting the delectable, sweet drink on his lips, he might, for the boy looks distraught and broken. Dabi would love nothing more than to make him feel worse. So he does.

He tosses you to the ground and listens to you whine in pain, and laughs as the sound is replaced by the whimpers of someone whose respite was stolen from their grasp, and he cackles as the baker's boy tries desperately to free himself from Dabi's telekinetic hold to save you.

"It's no use, stupid boy," Dabi explains with a smirk as he kneels behind your form, drags your body upward so he can free your flesh from the confines of your tattered, bloodstained nightdress, and he laughs as your naked flesh trembles in the cold of night, and the loss of so much blood that makes you so much paler than you should be. "She'll beg for more, until she dies from the blood loss – and you're stuck where you are, until I loose my grasp on your body. My magic is stronger than your pathetic love for her."

"She's not your toy!"

"And she's not your property, hmm?" Dabi coos, and you mewl as his huge hands cup your breasts and he tugs your body toward him so you lean your back on him, and he angles you so he can lick a stripe up your ribcage before grazing his teeth along the side of your breast, "Unless you paid for her?"

"I… didn't."

Dabi laughs, and you squeak out pathetically as his sharp teeth sink into your breast mercilessly, and the baker boy's eyes water as he watches in fear the way you lose yourself in the vampire's grasp. He knows you won't survive, knows you won't make it til dawn, but a part of him is thick with hope that he, himself, might. Maybe he can outlive your captor, stake his heart and –

Dabi practically moans, and the baker's eyes go wide at the sight of your hand wrapping around the vampire's girth, stroking his cock in his lap and whimpering as you beg him for more of it, for more of him – "Please, just a little more, I'm so close, just give me some more —"

"Greedy," Dabi coos into your flesh, and the baker gulps as he realises just how much blood you must've already lost. "Let's show the priest's boy just how good I can make you feel, then, hmm?"

You're on all fours in a moment, mere inches from the baker boy's face, and he looks on in horror as Dabi's cock slots itself right back between your folds and he fucks into you until you quiver and shake, screaming like a pig at just how good you feel with his venom running through your veins and his length inside you – but his eyes drift between your flesh, draining of colour, and Dabi's, slowly turning more and more… humane, persé.

"So good!" you cry out, "Please, Dabi! Use me more! All of me is yours!"

Your cunt quivers around his thick girth, and Dabi groans out as he fucks you stupid, listening to your noises and your squeals, but watching the stupid boy intently all the while, waiting for the fire in his heart to die. Surely, the boy's courage will waver when he watches you cum? Surely, the boy will realise there is no saving you, and accept that your fate is either death or eternal damnation?

"Stop it," the boy whispers, and his eyes are red as the tears streak down his face, but he has not lost his will to save you – typical, Dabi thinks, as all men of the age seem to believe damsels in distress should be rescued.

"Harder! Dabi… oh, faster!" you cry out, but your voice has weakened and your volume wavers as you yell, and as Dabi leans in close to the skin of your back for another bite, another drink as his cock sinks deeper and deeper into you with every thrust, he catches a whiff of a scent he knows all too well, sitting right beneath your flesh. The scent of disappointment.

"Cum for me," he orders you, as he rests a hand hard on the flesh of your shoulder, and his eyes turn harsher in the sight of the boy before the two of you.

"I-I c-can't…"

The boy can see the reason why, too.

"You're dying," he whispers to you, hoarse and pathetic, "please – make him stop!"

"It's time to cum," Dabi presses, his other hand drifting down to draw soft, slow circles around your clit as your weak arms drop and your form falls to the sandy ground, shivering in the wake of his touch, "don't waste my time."

But you give out one last loud cry, before your breath turns ragged and your chest begins to heave – you have nothing left to give, and Dabi can sense it. He growls out, annoyed, and reaches for your neck the second he unsheathes his cock from you, and speaks in a low, demonic growl.

"Pathetic, weak mortal woman," he chides you, and his eyes return from cyan to red as he speaks, "I was wrong to suspect you'd be able to change anything, to give me any more than the rest – you are as useless as every other sacrificial lamb before you."

"Please," you whisper, voice broken and hoarse, but you've no clue what you're begging for – and he rolls his eyes this time, before he stands up, bringing your pathetic, limp form with him. He carries you like you weigh naught but an ounce.

"You disappointed me," he says to your body, floppy and weak as your eyes flutter shut and your breath grows gradually weaker, as he walks you back to the altar, and the baker's eyes go wide at the threat of what he may watch the vampire do to you. "I had higher hopes for you than for the last few."

"Stop it!" he yells.

"But that's hardly anything new – they always disappoint me," Dabi continues, and your eyes slide shut, fluttering for a moment.

"Don't do it! Not to her!"

Dabi chuckles, and he glances over his shoulder as his hand begins to tighten around your neck, ready to pop your head clean off your shoulders as he says, "What will you do to me if I ignore you, boy? Bake me some bread?"

"I-I'll…" he starts, in retaliation, but nothing comes from his lips but a string of sobs as a crack! fills the clearing. He stares in horror at your corpse, and how the vampire callously disposes of you in two parts, filling a hole with your remains.

"Now," Dabi sighs, dusting off his hands on his shirt as if he's done measly yardwork, as his eyes cross the clearing to offer a glance at the whimpering baker boy, "It's your turn, yes?"

It's been a good four hundred years now, since Dabi felt the draw of a soul that might be able to handle his curse and share it with him, and not once since has he felt the same way. It's been enough time of roaming the world and learning new skills that Dabi has become wary of things he didn't know he would need to, things he never thought about in the old times. He knows about climate change, about Einstein, about the rise and fall of Twitter, and about the declining popularity of Dracula in fiction. But that isn't what intrigues him anymore.

Now, he's in New York, and he's thinking about his next move. A vampire in the city that never sleeps – ironic, isn't it? Dabi, for one, believes it simply must be as he pulls up a seat at the bar and orders himself a bourbon on the rocks.

He knows the city is looking for him, knows that he's been branded a sicko and a serial killer, but he wonders if your ilk have ever considered that he isn't simply a monster; he has to eat, he has to sate himself somehow – and so what if he kills a few of your kind in the process? He's just doing what you humans do with your livestock.

He sips the bourbon, it stings, makes him nauseous. It must be watered down; high quality bourbon never burns, but he could care less as he glances down at his bruised knuckles and the bloodstains on his dress shirt. Any sane person would've turned him away at the bar the moment he sat down – he looks a mess, like he's already been to three pubs and started five bar fights in one night – but this place is run down. It's cheap. They need the customers, and can't afford to turn even the questionable ones down.

"Another," he calls toward the bartender as he tugs the glass to his lips and chugs the liquid down like a chaser, and the barman nods quickly as Dabi watches him, reaches behind him for the bourbon in question, and stands before his questionable patron with the bottle again.

"More ice?" he asks Dabi as he pours the drink, the man who's covered in scars and the marks of the aftermath of his escape from another of his gruesome kills without so much as an ounce of concern at his appearance, and Dabi shakes his head.

"No – I need the bourbon, not the ice," he clarifies, and his cyan eyes burn into the barman's as he says it, offering a sly smirk as he drops enough cash on the counter to pay for another few drinks after this one. He'll be drinking for a while.

"Yessir," his bartender affirms, and without so much as another word, continues to serve him without fail.

Dabi feels curious, watching the youngster work his way around the counter. He's diligent, careful, knows when to stop his customers before they've hit their limits, and the vampire is incredibly fascinated by it. He's never seen a man like this one. And he's seen a lot of men.

The barman has a few distinct features about him – blond hair, fair skin, amber eyes – but perhaps the most notable of these features, to Dabi, is his scent. His smell is inviting, with the same effect on the vampire that a steamy cup of hot chocolate might have on a human, calling him in with sweet notes and a musky undercurrent.

Dabi starts to wonder if this is the one he'll devour next – until the door dings, a new entrant in the pub giggling as she presses her cellphone to her ear and chats away with someone. Her scent wafts through the room, and Dabi can taste it as it curls around him, wraps tendrils around his throat and creeps into his nostrils slowly, teasingly, making him drool and his fangs drip with venom.

It's her that he wants now, and he decides quickly as he chugs down the rest of his bourbon so that the sting accompanies the burning sensation of his unholy gaze on your flesh, and he watches her every move. He watches the way she slings her pretty coat over the back of a barstool, the way she gracefully sits down. He admires every inch of her confidence, because he can tell she works hard to be able to show it off.

She's sweet, too, he can tell from the way she smiles as she speaks to the person she's calling, a real, true people-pleaser. That will come in handy later, if he chooses her. He likes her smile. He likes the way she giggles. God, he loves the way she flexes her fingers across the specials menu and makes an order for something cheap, something to take the edge off the day she's had.

He could take the edge off her just as easily.

He waves the barman over before he has the chance to offer her a card machine to make her payment, and with a charismatic chuckle, he tells the man that her drinks are on him. And then, dramatically, he drops a few more crisp bills on the bar. He's lucky the barman doesn't question the blood spattered on one note, not his intentions with the woman.

He walks over to her with a smirk, devious as he takes the seat beside her this time, and she giggles as she ends her phone call to lock eyes with him. And his eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets as soon as she speaks, when nearly four hundred years worth of memories wash over him like some insane realisation.

"Hello there," she says, enunciating every syllable carefully and grinning like a Cheshire cat, "Dabi."

"So you survived after all," the demon chuckles, reaches for what he now notes is your neck, and caresses the flesh tenderly, warmly, like an age-old lover might. "I never knew – but perhaps I should've, hmm?"

Flashes of memory flicker in his cold eyes, of a midnight he'd arrived in that village to collect his due, another virgin in the dark of night – but instead he'd been greeted by ash and fog, the village burned to a crisp with not one survivor. The bones of the villagers who'd worshipped him so, painstakingly arranged in an eternal freeze-frame of what must've been the most torturous massacre by arson in the time period.

"You really showed them not to play god, didn't you?" he coos, and as his thumb toys with your chin, you grimace.

"They deserved worse than they got from me," you huff, tearing yourself from his grasp, "As did you."

And he chuckles, watches how your (e/c) eyes sparkle with vengeance and your body brims with the blood from a fresh kill pumping through your veins, giving your undead corpse life so that you may present yourself to him that way. It's then that a cocky grin graces his lips and he shows you his fangs.

"I never did get your name."

"You never asked," you spit under your breath, and he sees the way your body gardens with a hostility he admires. "You were otherwise occupied with my body."

"Four hundred years," he sighs, and a playful smirk graces his lips, "and you've just now tracked me down. Has your anger kept you warm through all those winters?"

"Anger?" you scoff, baffled by his nonchalance. You stand, and your eyes burn into his skull as you glare into his turquoise orbs, "Anger has never warmed me – it's only ever been the hope for vengeance that's kept me warm at night, Dabi."

"And the fire," he jests, and you frown tremendously at the statement.

He's not wrong, of course – you can remember waking, the night your body had returned to life with a shuddering gasp, only for every inch of your flesh to burn with an immense desire for vengeance, an immense hatred for the people that had put you in the ground. And after clawing your way out from your grave, you'd risen to exact that vengeance.

You had a list: The priest, the vampire, but most of all, the mother who'd let it happen.

With naught but your hatred to guide your movements, you'd made for the town on wobbly legs. It was dark out, cold, but you paused for nothing in your journey, until you found yourself in the square, and with a lit torch in-hand, you exacted your revenge on the townsfolk, burning them all in their pathetic church, where they were holed up celebrating their fertile land.

You hadn't stopped there, either, not when they'd wronged you so terribly. And not when a thirst, a hunger, overcame you at the scent of blood and flesh.

You'd sought out your mother, the woman who was hiding in a room, praying to the monster that had put you in the ground. You could hear her chanting, her sobbing, her whimpering. It disgusted you, terribly, so much so that you tore through the home you'd once called your own and picked her up with your bare hands and threw her to the floor, screaming into her blanched face and demanding an apology, and when none came…

Her blood had sated your first thirst. Her body burning, your second.

"And," you say, eyes slitted and body hot with anger, as you lock eyes with Dabi, "the fire."

When you reach forward with one hand, grasping onto the vampire's thigh, he barely takes note and scoffs at what he assumes is your promiscuity – you fit in with the modern age, that he believes wholeheartedly, naively. Your form is perfectly complimented by your outfit, by your makeup, by your aura, and you fit perfectly in the little pub.

"What do you say, we get out of here?" you ask him, and he chuckles but fails to note the look on your face, the look of a woman with a plan.

"Sure thing," he says, voice low and sultry. "Wanna redo our last night together, hmm?"

You laugh like he's told you a joke, and you nod, a mischievous smirk gracing your features as you agree – but really, your stomach twists in disgust as flickers of the last night you'd spent with him flit through your vision. Why you would laugh sincerely, why you would agree excitedly, you don't know – and you don't understand why he doesn't even question your lack of hesitance.

"Let's go, hmm?" he suggests.

And he stands up in a moment, reaching out for your hand to tug you along. Just like that, you follow the monster out of the bar. You're patient, letting him lead you down an alleyway and giggling like a little girl as he pushes you against a wall with the strength of five men, so hard your skull beats against brick but you don't flinch at the impact.

"Oh, you wanna play rough?" you tease him as he hikes one of your legs up his side, a hand delving under your skirt, and he nods as he presses warm, well-fed lips into your throat.

"Fuck, yeah," he huffs, and you giggle at the lust that burns primally in his eyes and in his breath as it hits your throat.

"Okay," you coo, and you grin as he retracts his head to stare down at you, your hands tenderly reaching up to grasp his jaw on either side with animalistic claws that lengthen as your eyes shift in colour, glowing neon under the pale moonlight. "Then let's play rough, hmm?"

He smiles down at you, and you can barely believe he's the same man, no, the same demon he was before – but it doesn't matter, not really. Not when your cold heart suddenly beats again with a force like no other, with a purpose like none before.

"You're beautiful," he tells you, and he's serious. And you flinch from the sound of the words rolling so smoothly off his foul, sinful tongue.

You smile, and you mouth an insincere "thank you" before you pull his head to his chest and twist, violently and urgently with the strength only a demon could manage, until you hear the click of his spine from the pure force of the motion. And then you pull, hard and fast, until you hear the rest of his body flop to the ground, and your eyes flick up to the head of the monster that you hold in your hands.

"Four hundred years," you say softly as you eye the cyan orbs that stare lifelessly at you. "I stalked you for four hundred years, Dabi…"

You chuckle, and a relieved tear slips from your eye as you grip onto his hair with your right hand, dropping the head to your side where it dangles pathetically, and you step back to admire the limp pile of limbs that the rest of him has become on the ground underneath you. It's a pathetic sight, seeing the object of four hundred years of rage finally fallen to ruin.

"What perfect prey you were," you say, smiling.

Artfully, you swipe a bloody hand over the spot of your neck where the monster had kissed you, leaving it smeared with the fruit of your vengeance as you giggle, and you walk away leaving his body behind. The scent of him, a predator and a monster, wafts around you and filters through your lungs, smells of relief and of freedom.

After all, if you have his head, he'll stay dead as a doornail until you put him back together like a jigsaw puzzle.

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Love Bites (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Warnings: NON-CON, vampire!Avengers, Peter x reader, bloodplay, violence, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, jealous!Steve, modern setting they just wealthy af

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summary: In a coven, the master’s word is law, and humans are nothing more than pets to symbolize wealth and prestige. They tell you that being the master’s pet is a great honor, but the poorly constructed façade is broken when you forsake honor for love.

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Reiss Mental Asylum / 8

【 shingeki no kyojin / mental asylum – alternative universe, modern setting 】 『male!yandere!various x male!prettyboy!reader』 summary: Finally! You have been given an opportunity to work at Reiss Mental Asylum- your job hunting hasn’t been great, so to hear you got an opportunity made you excited. At the beginning everything seems normal- but without noticing, some people began to get obsessed with you. warnings/tags: DARK/HEAVY THEMES. Non-consensual themes; sexual assault, touching, drug use, rape attempt. Home invasion, yanderes, obsessive behavior, murder, blood, explicit content, sexual thoughts. masterlist

chapter warnings: mentions of cannibalism.

"What's with the sudden silence?" Levi asked, raising an eyebrown, carefully eyeing the two. They were inexplicably quiet— an awkward silence could be noticed immediately.

Crossing his arms, Mike observed them in silence. [Name] was nervously looking at the floor with his hands playing, while Zeke frowned, lips pressed in a thin line. The doctor looked intimidating and stressed, thing that he deduced made [Name] in the state he was.

But before [Name] could give an answer, Zeke harshly beat him to it, "none of your business, Levi. [Name] and I are perfectly fine."

Levi smirked. It was obvious something had happened with the two— who knows what, but it certainly did. [Name] was a little far away from the blond doctor, unlike the other day when he was pretty close.

Seeing how distressed [Name] was, Mike tried to lighten the mood for him. Somehow, looking how his pretty face was so grim made him... upset; sad for him, and a certain anger for Zeke. Why did he make him this ashamed? He felt a urge to make him happy and protect him.

Standing next to the assistant, Mike smiled at him. "Let's go, [Name]. We have a free time right now." Walking, [Name] hastily followed beside him. The taller man didn't show it, but seeing the change of behavior from the assistant made him quite relieved.

While Mike and [Name] walked in front, the last two weren't a good pair. The blond looked miserable, while the ravenette was smirking and mocking the doctor.

"You fucked up, didn't you?"

"Nothing happened."

Levi let out a single chuckle. "You actually did. Congratulations, shitty-glasses number two. I was actually surprised how long he lasted looking so joyful." Levi loved mocking the blond doctor— seeing how miserable he looked was actually satisfying.

Zeke gritted his teeth in annoyance. Yes, the short man could be actually terrifying, but he was —just a little— forgetting his fear thanks to the current situation with his assistant. He won't confess it publicly, but he, indeed, fucked things up, and that made him bitter.

If only he wasn't that harsh...

No—! [Name] had to understand he could have been in danger. It was necessary talk.

While the blond doctor was deep in thought, Levi couldn't hide his smirk. "What? thinking about cleaning your shitty mess?"

Zeke grunted.

But with the other two...

"How did your session went yesterday?"

"It was... a little upsetting..." he played with his hands, "I couldn't stop feeling embarrassed! Reiner really is a pervert! Dr. Jaeger had to interrupt the session, it didn't go well..."

"Is that so?" he smiled, "It's just the beginning, [Name]. I have faith in you."

"Thank you! I'm really motivated to keep moving forward!"

"I'm glad to hear that. Learn from your mistakes, this is an never ending process." He squishes [Name]'s shoulder, "oh, and what did Reiner say to you? He can be... too much." He didn't want to show it, but he was worried for him. Doctors and nurses who go with Reiner don't have a good 'first time' with him— bad things can happen, even with security outside of the room.

Remembering the degenerative words from him made [Name] embarrassed once again, red painting his cheeks and shifted his gaze somewhere else but Mike. The taller man, seeing this, couldn't help but laugh in amusement.

This new worker looked adorable— just like a small kitten needed to be protected from the wolves.

Mike sensed a heavy feeling of protect— protect this little kitten from this place.

"I guess he was intense this time?"

"...it's better if you don't know..."

Zeke, seeing the two chatting so comfortable, angered him. Gritting his teeth and frowning, he couldn't silence a grunt.

The ravenette was loving the sight, thing that made it vocal.

"This is priceless— I'm loving every second of this." He smirked, "seeing you fucking this up is a good sight, beardshit."

The blond doctor ignored him, and called for his assistant. The named abruptly turned, returning to his nervousness— Mike's face coldly turned to see the blonde.

"We are going to our office. We have a lot things to do." Zeke strictly spoke, looking straight at [Name], who shivered a little by the icy glare. Before Zeke could grab his arm, Mike did it first, placing [Name] behind him. The blond angrily looked at Mike by the interruption, "Now what? [Name] and I have—"

"[Name] will go with me— actually, I think Erwin was calling for him." Mike said, not letting Zeke answer as he grabbed [Name]'s hand and hastily left, leaving the blond angry and jealous. [Name] clumsily waved at him in an apologetic manner.

The ravenette, who was amused by the show, stayed in silence with a small smirk. He left, leaving the blond alone in his misery.

"Just great. The fucking tree and shorty are in my way— just how many?"

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"M–Mr. Smith was calling for me...?" [Name] shyly asks, scratching his cheek with his index finger.

Mike chuckles, "No— well, not yet."

The [hair color] haired male confusingly blinks. "Then why...?"

"The tension between Zeke and you is in the air." Levi quickly answered, watching carefully the [hair color] haired male.

Eyes widening, [Name] quickly denied such thing, moving his hands in front of him in denial. "N—Nothing happened! Everything is alright!"

"Bullshit. We are not stupid, brat."

"W—What?! I—I didn't mean that at all!"

Mike interjected. "If you don't want to tell is alright, we don't want to be noisy."

"Well then, I will be the one asking. What did shitbeard say? You look scared shitless by just being near him." Levi wanted to know— what did go wrong? The sudden change could be noticed.

"I-It's just he... No—" he corrected himself, "I did something stupid, that's all." [Name] rubbed his hands against each other, looking at the floor in shame.

Levi and Mike waited for [Name] to go on, but seeing as the assistant wasn't speaking, the ravenette grow impatient. "And? What did you do?"

It was his fault, right? He shouldn't have being choosing so freely. "I explored without his permission."

They blinked, not fully understanding.

"You... explored without permission?"

[Name] nodded, embarrassed.

"Did something happened?"

"Uhm— no, but he got angry because I could be in danger... he was... a little harsh..."

A sudden sense to protect him filled Mike once again. He wanted to hug him and comfort him; caressing every spot he could. The taller man decided [Name] had to be protected by any costs— from anybody and anywhere.

He had to be his protector.

"What did he tell you?" Levi crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow.

"Uhm..." The [hair color] haired didn't know if saying the truth would be the right thing— it was embarrassing remembering those things, and to spoke about it? "Just... the usual things."

Mike hums, Levi narrows his eyes in suspicion.

The ravenette sighed, "Well, if you don't want to talk about it, it's none of our business then."

[Name] nods, gaze locked on the floor.

"Anyways, who's it today?" Levi asked, changing the subject.

Blinking, [Name] tilted his head in confusion, "Uh— today...?"

"Patient, brat. Are you being an airhead on purpose or what is it with you?"

"Sorry! Uhm," the assistant hastily checks his notes, till he finds what he's looking for, "ah! Eren Jaeger." He blinks, "...Jaeger?!" He says the last name in surprise and amazement— the [hair color] haired male looks incredulously at the name.

"Zeke's brother..." Mike narrows his eyes. He's worried— he hasn't heard good things about nurses giving him doses lately. One of the last... didn't go well at all.

It looked like Levi was somehow worried too— his expression made it evident. In what he concerned, Eren acted as a beast in his outbursts. The ravenette wasn't sure if allowing [Name] to go was a good idea at all.

"I didn't know Dr. Jaeger had a brother here..."

"Now you do."

"Well, he didn't tell me about him..."

«Maybe because he is a fucking animal.» Levi thought, rubbing his temples. He didn't know why he was stressing out by just hearing who was [Name] meeting with. «Who is the fucking idiot doing his schedule?»

"When is your session?" Mike asks, hiding his worry.

"In... fifteen minutes. Maybe I should get going..."

Mike and Levi swore mentally— just like [Name], they had somewhere else to be. None of them could accompany him, he had to go alone. That preoccupied them— something would go wrong, and the only backup he had was the incompetent guards outside the room.

"Look, [Name]," Mike tried to stay collected, but only a small frown was present on his face, "don't get near him, alright? Always stay a good distance away from him."

[Name] doesn't want to show the sudden anxiety he's feeling by hearing the taller man so worried. "I–Is he... dangerous?"

"Listen to him, brat. Don't act stupid and you will be fine— just, don't get near him."

Mike tries to comfort [Name] by placing a hand on his shoulder. The [hair color] haired relaxes a bit, letting out a sigh. He already knows something is up about this 'Eren', maybe he had attacked one of the workers before? Would he have handcuffs?

"Are you listening?" Levi loudly asks, catching [Name]'s attention.

[Name] answer with a nod, looking unsure. Levi grunts by seeing how thoughts the other is— but it seems that Mike is doing a good job calming him.

Levi doesn't pay attention, but something inside him tells him that he should have been the one comforting him, not the fucking tree.

"Alright. We have to go now, but please stay safe. Don't worry— but don't let your guard down either." Mike speaks, gently ruffling [Name]'s hair, looking softly at him. The assistant relax under his touch and nods.

Narrowing his eyes, the ravenette hawks Mike's expression and actions. He stays in silence, arms crossing. He waits until Mike stops and walks away, not before waving his hand. The ravenette take it as his que, and before he follows Mike, he turns to [Name].

"Good luck, brat. Don't do something stupid. See you later." He turns and walks away, not waiting for an answer. "...And take care."

"T—Thanks! Take care too!"

[Name] sighs, rubbing his neck. He's thankful for the help and comfort the two had given him— but he can't stop feeling worried about the upcoming session.

"Well... Let's go, I guess..."

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  "What do you think is going to happen?"

Frowning, Mike bluntly answers, "I rather not think about it."

"Well, let's see if he has any broken bones afterwards." The ravenette doesn't sound as if he's joking— his face is serious and with his usual frown.

That doesn't fail to worry Mike more than he already was. He tries to think positive, but he can't deny something will possibly happen. "Don't be negative, Levi. Maybe [Name] can get trough it without complications."

"Yeah, say that to the other five fucking nurses."

Sighing, Mike grunts.

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«Eren Jaeger.

His mother was killed when he was twelve years old, by the hands of her husband ex-wife. The woman mutilated Carla's Jaeger —Eren's mother—, and the patient witnessed every violent act inflicted on her. The woman ate her mother in the middle of the kitchen floor.

The woman wasn't caught.

Eren's father, Grisha Jaeger, tried to take care of his son but it didn't work. The patient showed anger issues in his young age— the worst case in his childhood was when he was in school, and fought a kid taller than him. The other kid ended with a broken skull, three ribs broken, broken nose and a broken arm. As you expect, Jaeger was instantly expelled and Grisha Jaeger got sued by the incident.

The patient's life was full of violence and brutalities— member of a gang, it wasn't unknown killing people. Nevertheless, the thing that made him enter the asylum was something morbid.

Eren saw the woman who killed his mother. As you expect, the patient killed her in her house in the middle of the night. Just like she killed his mother, Eren mutilated her and ate her. The police found him in the crime scene, covered in blood, in silence.

Jaeger could be suddenly aggressive with doctors and specially nurses, when they are giving him medicine and doses. Don't get near.»

A shiver gets down [Name]'s spine— it's evident in his expression that he is scared. The patient's file wasn't exactly good to read, but it was obligatory. That didn't mean it was one of the most insane and morbid thing he read— nevertheless, he knew there could be problems like this.

That didn't mean he wasn't scared of meeting Dr. Jaeger's brother. By just reading what he did, frightened him— it made him anxious.

Standing just outside the white door with two guards on each side of it, [Name] let out a deep sigh to calm himself. The assistant nodded to each guard to greet them, they doing the same.

Gulping, [Name] took the door handle and opened it, gaze fixing on the patient— Eren Jaeger. His eyes were instantly met with the green ones— recognizing them immediately.

"You– You are the patient from the gardens..." [Name] spoke, rapidly blinking. It was the same guy– brown hair tied in a bun, serious and hardened eyes... The only difference was that his eyes weren't as cold as the other day— they seemed... warmer, but not in a comforting way. They felt judgmental.

"We meet again, 'angel'," he speaks in a mocking tone, but he doesn't laugh nor smirk— he looks irritated by the other's presence. It actually make [Name] anxious a bit.

"Please, don't call me that." The assistant tried to sound confident, but he knew Eren wasn't buying it. The [hair color] haired sat, placing his notebook on the table, also noticing Eren was handcuffed.

"I told you our meeting was going to be sooner or later." He was watching [Name] like a prey— not looking away.

"Yeah... You said that." He tried to shake off his nervousness, so he slightly smiled to lighten the mood, "a–anyways! Seems like you already know my name... may I know yours?"

He tightened his fists, "You already know it; don't act stupid."

"W–Well, I like hearing it from—"

"Look, I don't know if my brothers fucks you to have this job, but I don't care in anything you have to say!" He raises his voice, losing his temper.

«F–Fucking Dr. Jaeger?!» [Name] instantly blushes, covering his mouth in embarrassment. "T–That's not true! D–Dr. Jaeger and I are not in that kind of relationship, so please don't say that again!"

Well, this reminded him about a certain patient telling him the same thing...

"Stop the acting! I know you are just fucking liar! Like everyone else!" He slams his hands on the table, making a loud sound, and [Name] jumps in fright. "Just a whore who wants a job— nothing but a filthy useless man!"

By hearing such words against him, [Name] felt upset. His lips pressed in a thin line, trying to not lose control of his emotions. Even if the patients is saying such hard words to him, he had to stay in control.

"That's not true by any means, Mr. Jaeger. Dr. Zeke and I are not but mere coworkers— s-so please don't spoke like that!"

Eren clenches his teeth— he looks enraged. [Name] doesn't know how to successfully talk to him; he's sure Eren already hates him. His green eyes feel and look so ferocious, it's scary.

"You will not fool me."

"Fool you...? I can assure you my intentions are—"

"Don't lie!" He slams his hands again, "liar. Just like everyone else. All of you say nothing but lies!"

If [Name] had to say, Eren was one of the tougher patients he met, and this was just the beginning. But hey, patience is a key, right? Nobody say this would be easy— trust takes time.

He closes his eyes, calming himself. "I'm saying the truth. I've promised since the beginning that I—" [Name] got interrupted by a loud sound that he couldn't react in time by it.

The brunette hastily got up from his chair, dangerously approaching [Name]. Eren harshly takes [Name] by the collar, lifting him as if he was nothing and slamming him against the wall. The [eye color] eyed male grunts by the hit against his head, closing his eyes to bear the pain.

"Listen to me— I don't know what you told Armin or my brother to make them lovesick, but that won't work with me, angel." The brunette gets closer to [Name]'s face, his nose inches from touching the other's. "You do something to Armin and you will pay for it, understand?"

"I—I won't do anything— t-that isn't my i-intention!"

Eren hardly looks at the [eye color] eyes, who looks at him in fright. He likes it— how intimidated the other is by just harsh words. "You do something to him and I will kill you. This, is a promise." He dangerously whispers right on his ear, enjoying how scared the little assistant looks— the frightened sounds his mouth leave, it disgusts him in away too.

It's strange and horrible.

[Name] is cornered and scared just like a rabbit. Eren's eyes are full of rage— if the assistant had to compare him with something, the brunette looked like a uncontrollable beast. It was frightening; where were the guards? Didn't they hear the loud slam against the wall?

"I—I promise! I will not do anything to him!"

Eren is clenching his teeth, and [Name] is sure he wants to kill him. His eyes tell him everything— but the assistant tries to stay calm and control the situation. "N—Nothing will happen to Armin! I swear!"

Thankfully, the door harshly opened revealing the two guards. Seeing in what state the poor assistant was— cornered and pinned against a wall, they immediately took Eren by the shirt and harshly moved him away from [Name].

The brunette didn't like that one a bit, because he began to throw punches against the guard, while the other worker helped you leave the room.

"I will kill you! Stop touching me with your disgusting hands you fucker!"

As you were leaving the room, a couple of nurses and doctors were hastily walking to Eren's room, with syringes and more medical instruments in their hands.

And one of the doctors was Zeke, who looked at you in surprise and worry. None of you could talk to each other, as he had something more important to do, and you were being walked away by the guard.

Well, that wasn't THAT bad...

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The guard kindly walked [Name] to the medical assistance for a check up if he had any injuries he wasn't aware of. He had to leave the shaken assistant, but he said he would call another coworker to accompany him for wherever the [hair color] haired had to be.

After the checkup there wasn't anything serious; just a bruises on [Name]'s lower neck. They were visible, it almost could be hide under his shirt, but it wasn't enough.

He sighed, sitting on the simple bed the infirmary had. The nurse was called some minutes ago, leaving the young assistant alone. Gently touching the new bruise, [Name] thought about how wrong that went.

Eren looked scary— [Name] didn't want to admit it, but he was sure the brunette was going to kill him. It was frightening.

Just as he was deep in his thoughts, he didn't notice someone entering the room. It wasn't until the newcomer called for his name that he jumped in surprise and fear.

"[Name]!"

The assistant looked up to see Zeke, who [Name] could tell he was worried. The blond quickly approached [Name], placing his hands on his shoulders and looking for any injury the other had.

"Are you alright?! I couldn't talk to you immediately! What did he do to you?!" The doctor erratically asked, face full of worry.

[Name] explained that nothing happened while he tried to hide his bruises, but Zeke immediately saw it. He grabbed his assistant's hands and examined the bruises on his neck, his face slowly changing into a cold one. [Name] stayed silence, a little nervous by the sudden silence.

"I—I'm telling you, it's nothing serious!"

"Tell me everything about what happened."

[Name] didn't want to, but Zeke's aura felt heavy and his expression was serious. The assistant gulped and began to explain what just occurred, all while the doctor listened in silence.

When the [hair color] haired finished, he waited for Zeke to talk, but he didn't. [Name] began to play on the edge of his shirt, nervous. "Uhm... you didn't tell me you had a brother..."

"Clearly, I forgot that part."

"I—I mean, it's nothing serious! I didn't expect him to trust me that easily, so it's not big of a deal!"

"He attacked you— 'my' assistant." He softly touched the bruises and sighed, "my little brother can be so problematic. I apologize in his behalf."

[Name] moves his hands in front of him in denial. "D—Don't apologize! It's nothing, really!"

"This will not happen again. I assure you, [Name]." He looks at his assistant with a hard gaze— he is promising. He will make sure.

"Don't punish him! It's not his fault at all!"

"I can't do anything to him— he is my little brother. Nevertheless, he will hear me even if he doesn't want to."

Silence. Neither of the two spoke— [Name]'s gaze was locked on the floor, which Zeke's was looking intently at the bruises, caressing them. The assistant doesn't know what to do, so he decides to not do anything.

Suddenly Zeke talks again, looking apologetic, "and about what happen in the gardens, I'm sorry. But I had to be—"

The door hastily opens, interrupting the blond, which grunts irritably. [Name] looks up to see Levi and Mike, and they look nervous, searching for something.

Mike spots what he's looking for, because he looks relieved. "[Name]! We hear what happened, are you alright?" he asks, approaching the assistant.

"I'm alright! Nothing serious!"

"We heard you got attacked?" Levi speaks, hiding his worry with his usual frown. He doesn't show his feelings, but he sure was worried about the other's well being.

While [Name] tries to explain the same thing he did a while ago, Mike is searching for any injuries. Levi does that too, but more secretively— nevertheless, his actions stops when he realizes someone else is in the room; Zeke.

Levi's expression turns into one of disgust, and he sure does made the other know that. "Four-eyes." He crosses his arms, "I think we can call it luck [Name] made it in one piece. Your fucking beast sure does make damage."

Frowning and clenching his teeth, Zeke doesn't let getting intimidated by the «short» man. Even with his eyes looking murderous, the blond is angry enough by what happened.

"Eren controlled himself— he just did some damage, [Name] is fine."

"That doesn't mean your beast didn't do anything to him— do you known what Erwin would do when he knows what happened, shithead?"

«Shit.» Zeke mentally swore. He didn't think about Erwin— when he knew about this, Zeke didn't know what would he do to his little brother. He had to protect him— who knows what the devil would do to him.

Levi knew he got the blond in that— he looked worried and that didn't stop the ravenette from smirking. Leaving him in his misery once again, Levi turned his attention to [Name], who was currently in Mike's protection.

The taller man looked like a parent, all over [Name] looking for any other injury. Levi knew Mike was just as worried —or maybe more— as him, the dirty blond wanted to know [Name]'s whereabouts the moment he heard what happened.

"That's enough, tree. The brat looks fine."

"Y—Yes! Thank you for your worry, Mike!"

Levi rises an eyebrow, "what? no a 'thanks' for my worry?"

[Name] blushes. "S—Sorry!! Thank you too, Levi!"

"Ungrateful brat."

"I'm sorry!!"

Zeke didn't like the 'show'— but before he could interrupt it, someone knocked on the already open door. Everyone turned, seeing a guard standing there.

The stranger cleared his throat, "Dr. [Last Name] presence is requested. Is he here?"

"U—Uhm, yes!" The assistant stood up, fixing his clothes.

"Then let's go, Doctor."

"Uhm, thank you for your worry!" [Name] said to the three men before leaving the infirmary with the guard., waving at them. The trio did too, trying to not look that cold or irritated. But just as their «beloved» left, their expressions returned to the usual ones.

Levi and Zeke, particularly. The ravenette glared at the blond, which the other gritted his teeth.

Mike just crossed his arms, looking at where [Name] just left.

If he could, Eren Jaeger would be dead by now.

  +++++

  [Name] walked in silence. The guard didn't say anything more about who was looking for him— he got quiet all of sudden. The assistant wanted to ask, but he was unsure to do so.

Suddenly he felt an arm around his shoulders, immediately sensing someone a little bit closer to him.

"Finally we are alone!" A joyful voice spoke as if the assistant was an old friend, but [Name] didn't recognize such voice.

[Name] turned and blinked surprised, meeting with a pair of green eyes looking at him. The guard was toothy smiling— [Name] felt an aura of confidence irradiating from him, intimidating him just a little. This was a complete opposite!

The stranger had short brown hair, olive skin tone and like previously said, green eyes. He was taller than [Name] and looked more 'built' and stronger than him— actually, [Name] thought anybody was stronger than him in this place.

Seeing as he was met with silence, the brunette didn't lost his confidence. Grinning, the unknown male spoke again, "don't you remember me?" He winked and smirked, making a certain familiar face...

[Name] blinked, and then let out an 'ah!' that the stranger found cute. "You are the guard from the gardens!" Remembering the flirty act, the assistant blushed, "the one who winked at me..."

The guard laughed, "that's me, sweetcheeks! Glad you remember me."

"H—Hey! Don't call me that! My name's [Name]."

"Sure thing, dollface." He messes up the [hair color] hair, making [Name] pout. "Anyways— it seems I'm your personal bodyguard!"

"My personal bodyguard...? That's... unlikely." [Name] didn't hear anything about 'personal bodyguards'— was he just joking?

"Well yeah, yeah. Actually, I will just be your security in your sessions. Same as always, be outside the room and blah blah," he chuckled, "but hey— isn't that the same thing? I will be your protector."

"You seem very friendly for first meetings... not that I mind, of course!"

"Well, with a cutey like you I have to be. My name is Vincent, nice to meet you, dollface." The guard winked, showing his toothy smile.

[Name] blushed, "nice to meet you, Vincent. And I already told you my name!"

"Sure thing, cutie. Hey, what if we go out for a coffee? If I'm going to be your knight, then I have to know my prince." He bowed, trying to hold his laughter.

"S—Stop saying ridiculous things! Someone can hear you!" [Name] spoke, embarrassed enough by the other's actions.

Vincent laughs, "calm down, prince! I'm just joking. But hey, don't care if someone listens."

Blushing, [Name] tried to change the subject. "Wasn't someone looking for me?"

"Nope. That was a lie." Vincent rolled his eyes, smiling.

[Name] blinked in surprise. "A lie?! Why?"

"Well... it looked tensed back there. Guessed getting you out would be nice."

It was uncomfortable, if he was honest. [Name] could notice Levi and Zeke weren't friendly to each other. And well, the situation with Eren still made him anxious, so he silently thanked Vincent for it.

"Anyways, yes or no to the coffee?"

"But we are still in work hours..."

"Then let's go for cheap coffee in the cafeteria! Come on!" Vincent laughed, taking [Name]'s small hand and walking faster trough the halls.

The assistant blushed, smiling a little bit.

    +++++++

  Someone wasn't happy by what he was seeing in the tv. The man clenched his fist, glaring at the screen.

Seeing his «beloved» being touched by a disgusting and filthy man infuriated him— but he had to be patient.

He would be his' in time.

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I want to say that a very kind person is translating this into Russian! so, if you read more russian than English you can read the translation by diaful here!

Reiss Mental Asylum / 7

【 shingeki no kyojin / mental asylum – alternative universe, modern setting 】 『male!yandere!various x male!prettyboy!reader』 summary: Finally! You have been given an opportunity to work at Reiss Mental Asylum- your job hunting hasn’t been great, so to hear you got an opportunity made you excited. At the beginning everything seems normal- but without noticing, some people began to get obsessed with you. warnings/tags: DARK/HEAVY THEMES. Non-consensual themes; sexual assault, touching, drug use, rape attempt. Home invasion, yanderes, obsessive behavior, murder, blood, explicit content, sexual thoughts. masterlist

7

Two friends were in the cafeteria where patients were allowed to eat. The two where quietly talking; the blond played with his food in boredom, until he took a quick glance to the open doors of the caferia, seeing his precious doctor hurriedly passing near them, recognizing him by his soft [hair color] hair. His face lightened up instantly, confusing his brunette friend by the sudden change of demeanor.

“Armin, what is it?” The brunette asks, raising an eyebrow. It wasn’t usual —or maybe never— seeing his little friend’s face this happy. Well, nobody usually looked great here…

“Eren, remember the doctor I told you about? I saw him…” Armin softly spoke, looking dreamy. His eyes had an unusual shadow on them, replacing the sparks he once had. Placing his palm on his chin and supporting his elbow on the table, his gaze was locked where his doctor hurriedly passed. “He’s so beautiful…”

Blinking, the brunette tried to remember if he have seen the ‘beautiful doctor’ Armin told him about—but he couldn’t. His permissions were limited; he can’t go outside that often to see new workers in the area. His time in the garden he had never seen him; maybe it was just bad timing or the doctor hasn’t been outside the building much.

He was actually interested in the said doctor— afterall, his blond friend arrived at lunch very joyful one day, telling him everything about the new worker he just met. He told him he was so precious and gentle— just like an angel.

At first, Eren doubted it. No doctors nor nurses care about them in any way —well, maybe his brother does—, he told Armin to not trust them at first. He knows his friend, he knows Armin doesn’t trust that lightly, so when he heard such things leaving his mouth, it surprised him. Maybe this doctor is good at lying or is some kind of actor— Eren will not believe such things coming from a worker on this horrible place.

His brother haven’t told him about this new doctor— Armin had told him he was ‘Dr. Jaeger’s assistant’. Eren’s brother, Zeke, did tell him about some new workers on the building pretty often. New workers, murdered workers… As far as he knows, his brother doesn’t like babysitting, he had never accepted an 'assistant’ before. When he heard the news from Armin, it did surprised him he didn’t know before him. Him not saying a word of this 'angel’ took him aback— maybe it was a coincidence Armin fell on the charms of this stranger, just as his brother doesn’t tell him about him… Strange, indeed.

The brunette deduced he was going to meet this newbie very soon, and he will decide if he is playing Armin like a fool or not. If so, well… he will pay for it. After all, disposing workers here isn’t that hard.

“I’m telling you, Eren… He’s so beautiful…”

Closing his eyes, Eren stays in silence. He will decide if something like that is true or not, in its given time. He just have to wait and see.

++++++++++++++++

Reiner Braun. Split personality; his usual demeanor is 'easy going’. Seems charming and flirty at first– when nurses that take his attention come to him to apply medication, don’t be surprised when the patient talks in a degenerative way.

His other self has a name- “The Warrior”. Reiner has the same backstory as Bertolt Hoover; member of a cult, forced to do violent acts on others, affecting his mental health. Reiner split himself in two personas: the 'normal’ Reiner for his 'normal’ life, and the 'warrior’ Reiner for the cult’s acts.

The Warrior persona is extremely dangerous, violent and aggressive. Don’t even think of uncoffing him without guards on the room.

Can kill without mercy.

“Remember: don’t get near him by any means. Understood?” Erwin speaks, trying to be clear. He’s worried about his [Name] — he was going to meet with one of the most dangerous patients this building had.

“I understand, Mr. Smith. There’s nothing to worry! Guards are outside the room, nothing will go wrong.”

“Yep. That’s my assistant— being a big and brave boy. You are doing better than I thought, [Name].” Zeke remarked, squishing [Name]’s shoulders with his hands, sending a grin to Erwin, which only glared irritably in return. All of this without [Name] knowing, who was nervous enough by thinking of his session. And when he was going to be watched by his two bosses didn’t make him calm and confident— not after the little scolding he got from Erwin the other day.

Blushing by the compliments from his boss, [Name] stuttered, “t—thank you, Dr. Jaeger!”

“I told you to call me Zeke.”

“Y—Yes, Zeke…”

Erwin didn’t make it obvious he was disgustingly jealous of how Zeke was close to the young male. Erwin did admit his lack of control affected negatively his relationship with [Name], even if he wanted to keep a blind eye about it. He could notice the assistant avoided looking at him, his shoulders tensed and he looked nervous around him. He had to keep his composure— he knew Zeke wanted to make him jealous and take pay back of what he said the other day. Erwin scolded himself for how he treated [Name]; he just couldn’t hold his anger seeing the beautiful male being touched by a corrupted man.

“Well then, there’s nothing more to say. We’ll see everything from the other room as always.” Erwin smiled, trying to look less intimidating. [Name]’s shoulders relaxed a little, but the blond could catch his nervousness in his hands. “Just like you said, nothing will go wrong. But please, be careful, alright?”

[Name] nodded, Zeke glared but stayed in silence. The three of them walked until they stopped in front of a door with two guards. [Name] felt nervous and a little intimidated, but he tried to calm himself.

The two doctors could see his nervous state— but just one acted faster than the other. That one, was Zeke, who ruffled [Name]’s hair. “Good luck, kätzchen.”

Blushing by the action of his boss, [Name] quietly muttered a thanks before opening the door. A tense silence overcome the two doctors, and the area felt colder and dark. The two guards who were present felt the sudden change of behavior of the two doctors. They sweated and gulped nervously, knowing full well their attitude when they got angry or strict was scary as hell.

Without speaking a word, Erwin and Zeke entered the room next to where [Name] was.

“I’m winning, eyebrows.” Zeke remarked, not stopping his smirk appearing.

“We’ll see that, four eyes.”

++++++++++

“And who is this cutie?”

Ignoring the flirty comment, [Name] spoke. “Hello! I’m Dr. Jaeger’s assistant. I will help him from now on.” The young male sat down, looking at the big blonde. He was handcuffed, but he looked like wasn’t that bothered by it. “I’m [Name], what’s your name?” The assistant tried his best to not look intimidated by the blond— he looked as if he could kill him by just hugging him to death!

“Reiner. So, finally there’s a pretty face around here, uh? And I’m lucky enough to be your patient, doc.” The blond smirks, looking at [Name] like a prey. “I must be dreaming.”

“I’m not sure if you are lucky or not, but this isn’t a dream.” [Name] stated, giving a smile. “This session is to know each other. Maybe hear each other interests and—”

“I’m extremely interested in fucking you right now, häschen.” Reiner grinned, seeing how [Name] chokes on his own saliva, blushed by the comment. The blond decides to keep the teasing, enjoying the reaction. “I wonder how you would feel under me, [Name]. Seeing you all flustered by just a comment makes me wonder if you are still a virgin.” Reiner laughs.

The two males watching the session shift irritated. Zeke grunts, while Erwin only coldly stares.

“I can’t imagine how sweet your moans would hear— would you beg for me to stop or to keep going? would you want more? What do you think, [Name]?” The blond jokingly asks, not expecting an answer, “How many times would you came? I wonder how many thrusts you can bear before coming. Hell, I think I would consider fucking you every night. You look irresistible, [Name].”

The young assistant covers his mouth, averting the strong gaze. [Name]’s face is completely red, and he can’t help but feel embarrassment by what he’s hearing. “Please, Reiner—”

“Oh my, already begging? That coming from your lips makes me hot. Say my name again, darling.” The blonde can feel his lower area getting hard by hearing his name— Reiner can’t help but love the other’s male voice. How innocent the other looks, how easily flustered he gets by just teasing him. Grunting, he says, “by just teasing you you react like this, I can’t help but imagine how would you get with me making love to you.”

[Name] didn’t have any control on the situtation— Reiner seemed worse than Jean! The young assistant couldn’t find anything to stop the teasing —if that still was teasing—, but tried to make it clear he wasn’t going to have that kind of relationship with his patients.

“Mr. Braun, stop! We will not do anything like that! We cannot and we won’t. So please, let’s focus on our session right now.”

“Well, sweet cheeks, right now I cannot focus with a boner and a hot cutie right in front of me.”

[Name] covered his face with both of his hands, red painting his cheeks. Just how he will talk to Reiner normally?! It seemed impossible!

Thankfully, someone harshly opened the door, and both Reiner and [Name] turned to see Zeke, who didn’t look very happy with what was happening. Reiner grunted irritably by the interruption, glaring at the blond doctor.

“D-Dr. Jaeger? The session isn’t over…” [Name] gently said, ashamed of how the session was going. He averted Zeke’s glare —which wasn’t meant for him— and gulped.

“Will take it from here, [Name]. You can go now.” Zeke said in a deep and dangerous tone, tensing his assistant. Nevertheless, the young male obeyed, saying quiet farewells to both males in the room, and left.

Reiner was smirking at Zeke, clearly understanding why he interrupted the little teasing he was doing. “Didn’t expect you to have the hots for your assistants, doc.”

The doctor sat down and crossed his arms, glaring straight at Reiner. “I believe I can have the hots for anybody I want, Reiner.”

“Well, I can’t judge. Häschen’s body looks fantastic— I think I’m going to have a great night tonight, if you know what I mean.” Reiner winked, doing a gesture with his hand, moving it up and down with his fingers slightly curled, as if he was holding something.

Zeke was furious— the thought of this dirty man jerking off imagining his assistant infuriated him to no end. He wanted to punish this disgusting being, he wanted to dispose of him. Unfortunately for him, he had to collect himself and behave.

“Let’s see what your medication have to say about your night activities.” The blond narrowed his eyes, inspecting Reiner, who didn’t look happy by the statement. Zeke knew how to calm Reiner’s demeanor by force— no patient likes to hear about their daily doses. The blond slightly smirked, “what? no comments now?”

Reiner glares in silence. Zeke can deduce the blond is not in his warrior persona right now— his expression hasn’t changed drastically yet. Unfortunately, he can’t be sure when he will change.

“You have to stop this teasing you do with the workers. Specially, to my assistant.”

Smirking, the blond let out a deep laugh, “what? I’m just playing. All of you are nothing but devils— Häschen is lucky enough to catch my attention.”

He’s changing. “He is Dr. [Last Name] for you. No 'häschen’, Reiner.”

“He’s just a little bunny between wolves— I wonder how much little häschen will last till he breaks.” Reiner’s face turns darker— sinister. His smirk doesn’t has a snarky vibe, it’s grim and devilish.

Zeke grits his teeth, and clench his fists. “You will not do anything to him, you disgusting—”

“Who says I will be the one who will do it? By the looks of it, looks like you are the perfect devil for the job.” Reiner smirks, “he looks so naive… I really can imagine him under me. So fragile and sweet, even for someone belonging to a devil race like him…”

“You will not touch him.”

Reiner darkly chuckles, “we’ll see that.”

Zeke gives a deadly glare, knowing full well Reiner was going to be a problem just like Erwin and the others.

This is going to be tougher than he thought.

I will wait till I see you again, häschen.

+++++++++

“I—I’m sorry… I thought I could make it work but…” [Name] looked at the floor, ashamed. The session didn’t go the way he wanted to, and his bosses had to see how bad it went.

Erwin smiled, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t worry, [Name]. We all have our first time. I’m sure you will get better soon— thats why Zeke and I accompany you to your sessions, to help you improve.”

Gaze still on the floor, [Name] can’t help but feel embarrased. But Erwin notices this, and gives a small squish to [Name]’s shoulder, in an attempt to comfort him. “Weren’t you determinated to help them the other day? These things happen often, don’t feel as if you just made a fool of yourself. I will help you, that’s why I’m here.”

That’s enough to make [Name] look at him, red painting his cheeks. The assistant isn’t upset anymore thanks to the blond’s words— but it’s embarrased enough to hear him so kind to him.

“T—Thank you, Mr. Smith!” [Name] can’t help but stutter, “I—I really appreciate that…”

Looking softly at him, Erwin can’t suppress a strange smile to appear. His hand slowly places on [Name]’s cheek, softly caressing his lips. “It’s no problem.”

There’s silence. [Name] doesn’t know what to do next, so he doesn’t do anything to stop the blond’s actions. He’s unsure of what to do, but it looks like Erwin is content enough by touching his [Name].

The blond slowly gets closer to [Name]’s face, and the assistant places his hands on Erwin’s shoulder, confused.

“Sir…?”

Erwin doesn’t answer, but before he can gets much closer, the door opens, interrupting the little moment they were having. [Name] turned to see Zeke rubbing his temples, while Erwin’s hand is still on [Name]’s cheek, but his soft expression turned into an irritated one directed at Zeke.

“Phew. Well, [Name]. our next stop is the gardens.” Zeke sighs, but when he looks at the two and their closeness, Zeke can’t help but glare and remark, “…I believe Dr. Smith has matters somewhere else to attend to, right?”

The taller blond clenches his teeth, holding his irritation from showing. “Yeah…” he sighs, rubbing his temples, before smiling to [Name] once again. “See you later, [Name]. Remember what I said, alright?” Squishing the assistant’s shoulder, the blond leaves, not without giving a deadly glare to Zeke, who furrowed his eyes at him, until he left.

Zeke turns to [Name], “remember what?”

Shifting nervously by the memories, [Name] playa with his hands, looking where at the door where Erwin left. “Nothing…”

Zeke is so close to grunt like an animal but holds himself. The scene he just saw wasn’t something good by any means— something inside him shifted angrily, and he clenched his hands into a fist. The doctor couldn’t shake the dark thoughts about what he could do to Erwin, when no eyes were prying around—

“Doctor…?”

The blond shakes his head, looking at [Name]. Eyeing him, he scratches his ear with his index finger. “Let’s go.”

+++++++++++

“We’ll watch the patients do their therapy in the garden— remember to take notes on everything you see. After all, you soon will assist me here.”

“Alright!”

[Name] payed attention to every detail he could catch— some patients curiously looked at him, wondering who he was. The assistant smiled at them in return, gaining some blanked stares and sometimes, a small smile.

The garden was big— it wasn’t a surprise. After all, the asylum was placed in a forest, so a garden this big was expected. White benches were placed around it, and bushes of many sizes decorated the place. The patients could be seen taking care of their respective plants and flowers with the assistance of their doctors and nurses. Many guards were far away, carefully watching the patients.

[Name] made eye contact with a certain guard, and smiled. In return, the guard smirked and winked at him, making [Name] blink in surprise and blush.

“What is it?” Zeke interrogated, instantly noticing the male’s flustered behavior.

“Uh— Nothing! Hehe…” [Name] replied, averting his gaze. Zeke narrowed his eyes, trying to decipher the reason of this demeanor— and certainly, a blush doesn’t say anything good…

“Don’t forget to take your notes. I will help you with this, but it would be better if you observe and learn. Don’t distract.” The blond doctor demanded in a hard tone, trying to inspect the area to see what caught [Name]’s attention, but he didn’t find anything special or out of order.

“Y—Yes, doctor!”

“Zeke.”

“Zeke!”

Somehow satisfied by the answer, Zeke took a last glance to his assistant, before a doctor near the area called for him. The blond doctor mentally grunted by the interruption— he certainly wanted to get some… time with his assistant, and useless people getting on his way certainly irritated him.

The blond didn’t want to leave [Name] all alone in the middle of this place, just at the sight of everyone’s disgusting eyes. He wanted to keep his assistant safe in his presence. This place was dangerous for him— but right now, he didn’t have much to do. For now.

Without much option, Zeke left [Name], telling him he will return soon. The [hair color] haired male only nodded, determinated to not fail his boss on his task— observe and learn. Maybe he can make him proud again!

The assistant observed and took more notes— he was immersed by the sessions, but a certain feeling made him snap from his thoughts. It was weird— he felt something behind his head… [Name] slowly turned, only to meet with green eyes dangerously looking— no, hawking at him.

The gaze made shivers down his spine; they were cold. [Name] could tell the male was a patient by his white clothes. He had brown hair tied in a bun, and even if his eyes were something [Name] think were beautiful, the icy glare made the thought quickly disappear.

[Name] tried to look nice and friendly, waving and smiling at him, but the smile quickly turned in a thin line, seeing no response from him. Gulping, [Name] tried to think something else to do— but the unknown patient slowly walked away, satisfied of what he just saw.

[Name] was left with his thoughts, confused and taken aback by the strange interaction. He was here before, and he didn’t catch a patient look at him like that… not even when he walked trough the halls and met some patients…

What just happened weirded him out… but hey, maybe that patient was just curious, or doesn’t know how to express himself, right? Right! There’s no worrying about it— it’s just curiosity. Don’t stress, [Name].

The assistant notices an unknown area— it’s a few meters away from where he is, and he can see one guard and a few patients planting flowers on the grass. It’s less crowded. [Name] takes a glance where Zeke is, noticing he is still talking to the doctor. Exploring wouldn’t be a bad idea, right? Nothing bad would happen; there’s guards anyways.

Walking trough, [Name] can’t help but admire the flowers. There are some pretty red roses— he approaches them, touching them softly.

“So you are the angel?” An unknown voice is hear saying, [Name] instantly turns, seeing the patient that was looking at him earlier. “What do they see in you?” he muttered to himself, eyeing the assistant to head to toe.

“I—I’m sorry?” [Name] tilts his head, confused. He can’t understand what he is referring to— angel? they? “I don’t understand…”

The brunette lets out an empty laugh, gaze locked on [Name]. “Looks like you don’t.” The patient can tell by just looking at the 'angel’ that he looks so much different from the usual nurses and doctors around. His face is gentle— disgustingly gentle. Was this the person that took Armin’s and Zeke’s mind?

“U–Uhm, I’m [Name], Dr. Jaeger's—”

“—Assistant, yes I know. Armin told me about you.”

[Name]’s face lightened by hearing the name, “Armin? He talks about me?”

“He certainly does. Pretty unexpected, so I wanted to meet you in person to see you weren’t bullshitting him.” Getting closer to [Name], the brunette eyes carefully the gentle face. “Armin doesn’t get along with doctors, as you may already know, doctor.”

The assistant sweats nervously, “I—Is that so…? I’m glad he likes me, I—I like him too!” He tries to smile.

The brunette hums, walking around [Name], watching him like a prey. The [hair color] haired male is uncomfortable by the dark and judging gaze, but tries his best to stay calm and collected.

“Uhm… you haven’t told me your name…” [Name] softly speaks.

The unknown male deeply chuckles, “there’s no rush. We’ll meet soon, angel.” Hiding his hands on his pockets, the unnamed patient returns to his neutral and cold expression, “sooner than you thought.”

“What? What do you—” the [eye color] eyed tries to ask, but the stranger is already leaving without hearing him. He blinks, still uncomfortable remembering being under such icy gaze. When he imagines it again, a shiver gets down his spine. “That was a little strange…”

[Name] doesn’t know how much time he has been standing like an idiot in there, but his thoughts are interrupted when he hears his boss’ voice getting nearer.

“[Name]?! Where did you went to?”

“Uh— I’m here!” He hurriedly walks to Zeke is, who doesn’t look pleased at all.

“I thought you would be smart and stay in my sight. I told you to take notes, not to explore.” Rubbing his temples, he sighs, “you know it’s dangerous, right?”

[Name] tries to not show his shame and sadness to show, but he’s not good at hiding his emotions. His eyebrows fell and his lips pressed in a thin line. Sad by the words his boss said to him, [Name] played with his hands. “I’m sorry, I thought with the guards and all there wouldn’t be much of a problem…”

“That doesn’t matter, [Name]! You have to stay in my sight at all times— I don’t care if there are guards around or not.” Zeke’s looked furious, but it was noticeable he was holding his anger from exploding. “You can’t just disappear without asking, that’s completely and absolutely idiotic! Unbelievable.”

[Name] was taken aback by him sounding so demanding and angry— just like Erwin was the other day. It intimidated him, so he didn’t have much of a choice to just mutter an apology, looking at the floor.

Zeke was furious— how could [Name] disappear from his sight like that? And in this place!? His assistant had to he with him at all times; he had to protect him from them. He had to know that.

Sighing, the blond tried to relax his tensed form. Rubbing his temples, he stayed in silence to think about his next words. He didn’t want to sound harsher like before, and tried to lower his voice in his normal tone. “Look— you have to stay in my sigh at all times. Yes, I know there are guards here but that doesn’t mean anything to me. You will stay with me, understood?” He sounded demanding and irritated— that didn’t come out well.

[Name] frowned. Wasn’t Zeke exaggerating a little much? Yes, he got there without 'permission’, but that didn’t mean he had to be yelled at. Nothing happened, and even if his boss didn’t 'care’ about the guards, [Name] was sure they were always watching. The assistant couldn’t understand the anger and scolding he got, but decided to stay quiet.

He reluctantly nodded, but that didn’t satisfy Zeke at all. Looking how [Name]’s gaze was locked on the floor without saying anything, irritated him. He didn’t want him acting like this; this wasn’t going well.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you, and answer me when I’m asking you something.”

The [hair color] haired male slightly jumped by hearing the scary and demanding voice, and slowly tried to look at Zeke, only to meet with an irritated expression that didn’t calm his nerves at all. The doctor’s arms were crossed, and a creepy and cold aura surrounded him. [Name] became smaller, shifting nervously under the cold gaze.

“I… understand, sir…” [Name] gulped, trying to sound firm, but failing nevertheless.

“Understand what?”

“I—I understand what I did was wrong. It—It won’t happen again!”

Zeke looks satisfied enough by the answer, but deep down he feels conflicted by his emotions. He feels upset by seeing his [Name] frightened by him, but at the same time something tells him he has to understand his wrong doings and not feel empathy. He has to understand in some way…

The doctor begins to walk, which [Name] hastily gets behind him, following him. An awkward silence is evident, but none of them try to break it. Zeke frowns, looking ahead, while [Name] looks at the floor.

They don’t notice the prying eyes watching everything that happened, smirking in amusement by what took place.

Interesting— who could have thought big bro is this overprotective over someone he just met. Angel certainly has something, then.

The stranger walks away, thinking about the angel.

Reiss Mental Asylum / 6

【 shingeki no kyojin / mental asylum – alternative universe, modern setting 】 『male!yandere!various x male!prettyboy!reader』 summary: Finally! You have been given an opportunity to work at Reiss Mental Asylum- your job hunting hasn’t been great, so to hear you got an opportunity made you excited. At the beginning everything seems normal- but without noticing, some people began to get obsessed with you. warnings/tags: DARK/HEAVY THEMES. Non-consensual themes; sexual assault, touching, drug use, rape attempt. Home invasion, yanderes, obsessive behavior, murder, blood, explicit content, sexual thoughts. masterlist

6

Today [Name] would do his sessions alone— Zeke was busy with others patients that [Name] didn’t have to help with, and Erwin was occupied with meetings. So, that left the young assistant all alone, not that he complained. He knew the two males wouldn’t be with him all the time, and he had familiarized enough with the place.

However, his session would be in a hour, leaving him with a few minutes to spare. Now that he think of it… was there anything else to work with…? Certainly, he had some paperwork Zeke gave him that had to be done. With no much thought, the young male headed to his office, greeting and nodding the workers who he come across with.

Entering the office, [Name] opened a drawer from the desk, taking folders and papers. Sitting down on one of the seats —Zeke brought another seat for his assistant—, he began to read the papers carefully. However, the [hair color]-haired male couldn’t stop his mind to wonder about something in particular— the handcuffs Jean had.

For now, he was the only patient that had them, and Zeke didn’t explain why he did. It was something that bugged him— if someone with Bertolt’s background didn’t have them, then why Jean did? He wasn’t violent by any means in his first session just like Bertolt —excluding the kiss and the hug, obviously—, and [Name] couldn’t stop his thoughts to ask why his boss didn’t explain it. And well, he hasn’t…

The young man shacked his head, “stop thinking unnecessary things! Maybe it’s nothing at all, you are wondering too much, [Name]...” Sighing, he returned to his work, finally deciding to let the topic rest for now. Even if the situation seemed a little off, he believed Zeke would explain when he wanted.

Taking the patient’s file, [Name] carefully read;

Connie Springer. The patients gets aggressive when nurses try to get close for the medication; violent outbursts are guaranteed in these scenarios. Strangely, his behavior seems calmer with certain doctors around. However, first meetings don’t guarantee the patient’s trust and serenity.

He hide his insecurity nature with his false confidence; trait unfortunately gained when he was young. His parents lack of attention since childhood took an effect on him. The excessive criticism, insensitive parenting were usual behavior of the parents against him, developing a narcissistic personality disorder and borderline personality behavior.

Unfortunately, his school experience wasn’t good either. Students often harmed him physically and mentally— situation that affected negatively on his trust on others.

All of these examples made Mr. Springer snap from his sanity and do the unthinkable— murder his own parents and siblings.

Murder…? Wide-eyed and lips pressed in a thin line, [Name] had to read the last sentence a few more times to believe it. He was quite surprised of it— yes, he met Bertolt, who was forced to do violent acts, actions that deteriorated his mental state. The [eye color]-eyed assistant felt sympathy for Connie— the murder could have been prevented, but he never got help. Something inside [Name] shifted in anger; and even if reading he murdered his own family was quite shocking, he couldn’t stop himself to be… sad for him.

The door suddenly opens, snapping [Name] from his attention on what he just read, “Hey, dipshit, Roman told me to—” the voice abruptly stops when he notices the one he wasn’t looking for. “You are not dipshit.” Levi blinks, frowning.

“Dipshit…?” [Name] blinks, thinking who he might be referring to. “A-Are you talking about Dr. Jaeger…?”

The ravenette snorts, “yes, I’m talking about four-eyes. Where is he anyways?”

“He told me he was going to meet with other patients, didn’t tell me exactly where or who, sorry.”

The short man hums, thinking about something, “that means you are alone for the day?” Impressive he’s still here unharmed. The assistant nods, and Levi notices his nervousness showing by his comment.

Now that I think of it, four-eyes is always with him. Levi wasn’t an idiot— Zeke had displayed some… strange behavior when he was with his assistant, even if the blond doctor tried to hide it. For instance, in their first meeting with [Name], Levi could catch how irritably the man glared at Mike, who was very close to the assistant And also, he couldn’t suppress a smirk seeing how flustered he got when he saw [Name] with the disgusting sauce all over his mouth.

He stopped a laugh from coming out, thinking about the blonde’s true feelings for his assistant. It’s not a secret that Levi doesn’t like Zeke a little too much. The doctor himself and everyone else absolutely knows— and the ravenette makes sure he knows.

Resting his shoulder on the door’s frame, the shorter male carefully eyed the quiet assistant. Levi didn’t know what it was that Zeke liked from this newbie— his attitude seemed weak and shy. The assistant was very polite, too… Maybe it was his looks?

“How’s it been here? Any problems?” Levi asked, his mind still thinking about the other’s attention to the male in front of him. Maybe  four-eyes was captivated by the soft gaze the other had?

“Not at all! Uhm… well—” [Name] own interruption was because he remembered his… “scene” with Bertolt not too long ago. He felt his own face warming, thinking of it. The ravenette noticed this.

Blinking, Levi asked, “what? Did an intern hurt you?” He didn’t exactly see an injure in [Name]’s body— not in visible places, at least. An eyebrow raised when he saw the other’s instantly denying it, his two hands shacking in front of him.

“No, no! Not at all! It was just… a close encounter. That’s all.” [Name] didn’t think it was the best to tell the truth. It was a little embarrassing to say a patient kissed you on the lips. No way he was going to tell that! It was unprofessional— a mistake for his part. “Nobody has been aggressive towards me!” he reassured.

Levi was amused. The younger male has been with three patients of what he knows, and he hasn’t been harmed unlike other doctor and nurses that first came here, just like [Name]. The ravenette deduced he was talented in some way, or just really lucky.

“Are you getting patients of upper floors?”

“Upper floors…? Uhm…” [Name] blinked, trying to remember the floors he meet his other patients. Armin was in a lower floor, Jean in the upper, Bertolt upper… “Two. But why is that important?”

He really doesn’t know this place. “No reason.” He tried to change the subject, “when and with you is your next session?”

[Name] took a look at the clock, and turned again. “In fifteen minutes with… Connie Springer.”

Springer… “Then you should get going. Clean all of your shit on the desk, it looks messy.” He ordered, hearing a stutterly “y-yes, Mr. Ackerman!” from the assistant. The ravenette only stood there, watching [Name]’s clumsy movements, trying to deduce the earlier thoughts he had about him. What did shitbeard look on him? “Let’s get going.”

[Name] stopped his actions, “are you… accompanying me?”

Rolling his eyes, Levi snorts. “Didn’t you hear me? I said let’s get going. Upper floor, I suppose?”

Nodding, [Name] stays in silence, unsure of what to do.

“What are you waiting for? Come on.”

The two left the room and walked in silence to the upper floor, until they stop in front of a door with two guards standing. Levi nods to them, and begins to walk away, and says, “see you in a few minutes.”

。。。。。

“Hello,” [Name] greets with a smile, as he opens the door, instantly catching the attention of a young man, who expression isn’t that joyful, and the assistant can catch the handcuffs he has. “I’m [Name], Dr. Jaeger—”

“Don’t care.” He interrupts. Glaring at the assistant, he proceeds, “and I know you don’t, either way.”

Not good, uh? No worries. “I certainly do. I’m here to help you, Mr. Springer.” He sits, smiling. Looks like Connie doesn’t seems reassured by it, though. “This is just a first meeting, to know each other!”

“I don’t want to know you.”

“Well, I do want to know you! Maybe we can talk about whatever you like, Connie.” [Name] smiles,

“I don’t need anybody!” Connie suddenly yells, slamming his hands on the table. [Name] jumps by the loud noise and fast movement, “I never needed anyone and I don’t need you!”

Closing his eyes, [Name] softly smiles. Though. “We need each other.” The sudden statement quiets the patient, and he looks at [Name] in confusion by his calm demeanor. “I need you, and you need me. Everything will work out in the end if the two of us help each other, Mr. Springer.”

The door slowly opens, revealing a guard pecking in, “do you need help here, doctor? We heard a loud noise.”

Shacking his head, the assistant answers, “there’s no need, thank you.” The guard nods, closing the door. [Name] turns his head to see Connie, who is quiet and thoughtful. He is frowning, but looks like he is considering the comment.

“I did what I have to do. They couldn’t see how great I was.” He whispers. “Nobody could see it— but I do. I don’t regret it.”

“I know you don’t.” [Name] didn’t exactly showed it, but the statement sent down his spine. He tried to hide it by staying still and unbothered, don’t knowing if he succeeded. “May I ask why?”

The patient snorts, “no, you may not.” He smirks, “we should talk more about me and not them.”

“Alright then. Let’s talk about Mr. Springer.”

“Finally someone appreciates my greatness on this stupid place!” He laughs, “maybe you aren’t that bad after all, doctor.”

The talk wasn’t that bad— Connie calmed down with the change of topic. [Name], like he thought at first, concluded Connie loved talking about himself and his achievements, just like another patient [Name] meet not to long ago. The assistant dropped some questions about his family to make sure the change of demeanor on the patient; and certainly, Connie’s anger showed instantly at the mention of his past actions.

The assistant didn’t exactly have a clue about what was Connie thinking. Yes, he was talking about himself like a mighty person, but his mind was thinking about the assistant. Finally someone who was not boring like the old doctors he had in the past. This one looked like he actually seemed competent enough to have interest on him— and like he said, he needed him.

He was needed.

The assistant looks a the clock and notices his time is over. Turning to the patient —who is still talking—, [Name] speaks, “It seems the session is over, Mr. Springer. This was a great talk.” The [hair color]-haired male stands up, and gives a smile that isn’t very well received.

“What? I don’t want you to go!” Connie’s voice gets higher, “you need me, remember?” Connie’s thoughts go overdrive; the doctor needs him, right?!

[Name]’s eyes widen, along with his mouth slightly open. But he remembers instantly the patient’s real feelings, and composes himself. Clearing his throat, the assistant speaks, “I said we need each other, Connie.” [Name] tries to calm him down, “I promise I will return soon. Sooner than you thought.”

Connie looks unsure— lips pressed and a frown are present on his face. It’s evident he doesn’t want him to go. [Name] patiently waits for an answer, “whatever. You will get sooner or later, after all, you are interested.” Connie smirks, and [Name] laughs.

“Sure thing, Mr. Springer.”

I’ll be waiting. After all, you said you need me.

。。。。。

“Done?” A voice says, making [Name] turn in surprise. He finds Levi, resting his back on the wall. The assistant nods, “let’s go then.”

“How was it?” Levi asks, looking ahead.

[Name] thinks for a moment— well, it could have been worse if Connie decided to let his emotions take control. “It was alright, he didn’t yell that much!”

Levi hums, “did you bring food this time?”

The young male keeps quiet and looks away in shame. “U-Uhm…”

“Unbelievable.”

。。。。。

Entering the cafeteria, the two instantly saw Mike already waiting. He waved, [Name] doing it in return too. Levi said to the assistant to sit with him, while he grabs his food and returns.

[Name] sits with Mike and smiles, “Hello, Mr. Zacharias!”

The taller man chuckles, “Just Mike is fine.” He takes a sip from his coffee, “nice to see you again. How has it been?”

“It’s been nice! Dr. Jaeger’s help has been huge. Mr. Smith’s too.”

Mike closes his eyes and smirks, “I bet.” The assistant blinks, tilting his head by the answer. Before he can say anything, Levi returns with the food, placing it on the table.

“Sucks for you if you don’t eat bacon.”

The taller male raises an eyebrow, “you didn’t bring lunch again?” the question gains a blush from the young man, shacking his head while he looks down in shame.

“This brat is clueless. Don’t expect us to share ours for  you everyday, airhead.”

“I’m sorry! That isn’t my intention by any means!” [Name] shakes his hands in front of him in denial, eyes widening and blushing. Seeing his gestures, Levi smirks, and Mike laughs.

“He’s just joking, [Name]. We don’t mind.”

“Speak for yourself.” Levi takes a bite of his sandwich, and he certainly catches his own liking by playing the assistant like this. He tries to hide his smirk while eating, succeeding.

“It’s not often I see you eating sandwich. You did it?” Mike asks, turning to Levi.

“Petra did it for me. Was going to ask Moblit to do it for me but she appeared out of nowhere and insisted. Not bad, though.”

Mike smirks, “I see she’s trying to get notices with food.” The comments gets a snort from the ravenette, who doesn’t say anything. [Name] simply looks confused but tries not to pry or ask, but Mike can see the young male’s lost expression. “Petra works in the same area Levi does, not his assistant, but she’s always helping him.”

Nodding, [Name] hums, “I see. Guess I haven’t met her yet.”

The ravenette takes half of his sandwich and hands it to the assistant, “here.”

Blushing, [Name] stutters, feeling bad. “I-I don’t want to take it, thanks!” He tries to say, but it looks like the ravenette is not buying it.

“Am I not your superior? Shit, this brat is more disobedient than I thought. Wonder how four-eyes works with you.”

[Name] instantly takes the food, flustered and embarrassed, “I will take it! Thank you, Mr. Ackerman!” He exclaimed, and immediately busies himself with the food, gaining a smirk from Levi and a laugh from Mike.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

“Anyways, [Name], how did you find the asylum?” Mike asks.

Gulping, the younger male answers, “I found an ad on the newspaper— actually got an answer right away!”

The taller man hums, closing his eyes. “I see.”

The rest of the talking is quiet, Levi and Mike chatting pleasantly with [Name]. They learn the assistant is not far from the asylum in a department building nearly outside the city.

“Is it full?” Levi asks.

“Not really. The building isn’t… in the best conditions, hehe.” [Name] nervously laughs, “there aren’t many people on the building, so it’s quiet.”

“So you don’t interact with your neighbors?”

“I do, actually. Only with a guy that is near my age, and a old lady that lives upstairs, but my other neighbors aren’t that… friendly.”

“I see.”

“Looks like lunch time is over,” Mike states as he sees the clock, “I have to met with Erwin right now. It was nice to talk to you, [Name]. See you soon.” He says, waving at the assistant, who waves in return with a smile.

“Need to go too. I don’t have free time now.” Levi says, “see you later.” He waves one time, and then leaves.

The assistant smiles— it seems being here would not be that bad, actually. He leaves the cafeteria, and spends his time on working on paperwork.

。。。。。

His shift is over. The assistant says goodbye to the workers he sees in the halls, and walks trough the path where the stop is. Sitting down, [Name] thinks of how his day went— it was… certainly normal. He couldn’t see or talk to his boss today, but that wasn’t much of a problem thanks to Levi’s and Mike’s help. He didn’t feel alone or stressed.

His mind was filled with thoughts of the patient, that he didn’t notice a black car stopping just in front of where he was, waiting on the bus stop. Until the unknown person lowered his window, and he honked, making [Name] jump in fear.

The young man lifted his gaze to meet the silver-gray ones, along with a smirk on his face— instantly recognizing it was Levi. “S-Sir?” Was he going to tell him something? Did he forgot anything?

“Get in the car.” The ravenette plainly ordered, unbothered. When he didn’t see the other moving, his eyebrow raised, “what? Never got a lift?”

“I-It’s alright, sir! I-I can wait for—”

“I said get in.”

[Name] was troubled— the idea of getting a lift was nice, but he didn’t want to bother him. But, it was him who decided to do it, right? It couldn’t be that bad anyways. “A-Alright.” He said, awkwardly getting in the car.

The interior looked impeccable— the car seemed brand new! There was a scent of mint, too. “Thanks a lot! Y-You didn’t ha—”

“It’s not a problem.” The car began to move, and an awkward silence overcome. “Where was it?” He asks, receiving a response with the address.

[Name] is busy looking down, his hands on his lap. There’s silence again, but the ravenette is fast enough to break it.

“Did you see four-eyes at all?”

“I couldn’t, unfortunately. Did you?”

Levi hides a smirk from appearing when he remembers how frustrated the blond doctor looked when he couldn’t even see for a second his precious assistant. He even grunted when Levi said he had lunch with him along with Mike, catching clearly the jealously coming from him.

“Yeah. He looked like shit as always.”

“I-I see…”

The car stops in front of a building— it looks old and not that clean. So that was he was talking about “not in the best conditions”. The building is the only one in the place, as it is surrender by shops a little far away from it. There’s absolute silence.

“Thank you and sorry for the trouble, Mr. Ackerman. I really appreciate your help.” The assistant smiles and opens the door to leave.

“Levi is just fine.” The ravenette speaks, “and I said it wasn’t trouble at all. Don’t get comfy, thought.”

“O-Of course not!” The younger says, flustered. He exits the car and closes the door. Clearing his throat, he speaks, “see you tomorrow, Levi.”

“Sure.” Is the only thing Levi says, watching [Name]’s form walking to the building. When he gets to the door, the assistant turns and waves at him, which Levi only nods in return. [Name] enters the building. disappearing from his sight.

The ravenette stays there for five minutes, gaze locked in the door the other went in. He can’t stand him living in this filthy building— so disgusting.

He begins to slowly drive away from the building.

Not that bad. He certainly has something I can’t see…

For now.

Reiss Mental Asylum / 5

【 shingeki no kyojin / mental asylum – alternative universe, modern setting 】 『male!yandere!various x male!prettyboy!reader』 summary: Finally! You have been given an opportunity to work at Reiss Mental Asylum- your job hunting hasn’t been great, so to hear you got an opportunity made you excited. At the beginning everything seems normal- but without noticing, some people began to get obsessed with you. warnings/tags: DARK/HEAVY THEMES. Non-consensual themes; sexual assault, touching, drug use, rape attempt. Home invasion, yanderes, obsessive behavior, murder, blood, explicit content, sexual thoughts. masterlist

5

“Sir! Good morning!” [Name] greeted, surprised to see Erwin. It looked like the blond was waiting for him, instead of Zeke.

“Good morning, [Name]. Nice to see you again.” The blond replies, slightly smiling. “Dr. Jaeger will not accompany you today, I will— just to see. Hope you are alright with that.” Erwin remembers the conversation he had with Zeke— he could see the irritation coming from the doctor, and the blond couldn’t suppress a smirk.

I can’t believe even you are like this. Just how many will get in my way, Erwin?

“Of course, sir.” [Name] blinked, “so you will see my sessions for today?”

“Indeed. It’s just for some precaution, [Name], so don’t stress about it.” Erwin smiles, “also, call me Erwin.” The blond gesture him to follow him, which [Name] quickly do. They began to walk, heading upstairs.

“Alright, Erwin.” The young assistant gently says, and Erwin can feel something on his lower area by just hearing his name coming from the other’s mouth.

Clearing his throat, the blond speaks, “did Dr. Zeke told you anything about Bertolt Hoover?”

“He gave me his file yesterday, so I think I’m prepared…” [Name] couldn’t help but being upset by recalling the patient’s backstory, and Erwin instantly noticed his change of demeanor.

“What’s troubling you?”

“It’s just… sad reading what he was force to do. It’s not fair.” He sighs, before looking motivated all of sudden, “I will do everything in my power to help him, Erwin! All of them!”

Erwin looked surprised for a second, eventually slightly smiling by the other’s words. The blond was strangely fascinated by him— Erwin couldn’t help himself to watch every footage from the security cameras where the young male was in. Eventually, Erwin could see the looks Zeke sent to [Name] when he wasn’t looking, confirming Erwin’s suspicions.

Unfortunately for Zeke, Erwin didn’t have any intention to back off.

“I’m glad you are committed for this, [Name].”

。。。。。。。。。

Bertolt Hoover. His mental state seems fine most of the time, unfortunately, his stress level get high, causing panick attacks that make him change to his older self.

Background: He, along with Reiner Braun, was a member of a cult which did horrendous crimes against a certain race. Bertolt’s family was under death threats, forcing him to do all kind of acts. Murder, torture, along other violent things. These acts affected his mental health— he sometimes gets caught on his older self, calling the doctors and nurses ‘devils’. Even if he repents the crimes he committed most of the time, sometimes Bertolt snaps under stress, when a nurse has to give him pills or injections.

“Hello?” [Name] gently greeted, spotting the taller boy, sitting quietly. The assistant instantly smiles, sitting down. He introduced himself, as usual. “May I know your name?”

The taller male sweats, cheeks blushed. “B-Bertolt…”

[Name] brightly smiles, making Bertolt’s heart skip a beat. The brunette can’t help himself but to avert the other’s gaze, feeling embarrassed. The assistant doesn’t catch this, and worries himself by Bertolt’s reaction.

“Am I making you uncomfortable, Bertolt?” [Name] tilts his head, trying to catch the taller’s male attention.

“N-Not at all!” The brunette reassures, meeting [Name]’s gaze.  "I-It’s just… I’m not good at talking.“

The young assistant chuckles, "Don’t worry about it, Bertolt! I’m sure both of us will connect easily!” [Name] fondly looks at him, “I will talk a little about me, maybe you can do it when I finish?” Bertolt only nodded, surprised by the look he received. [Name] shortly after began to talk about himself, things the brunette couldn’t pay any attention to.

The gentle look of [Name] was freshly stuck in Bertolt’s mind, He didn’t know when was the last time a look like that was meant for him— it has been years since he felt something warm on his chest. Something that made him feel good; and even if it was something as small as a look —that the doctors and nurses never gave him—, Bertolt couldn’t stop tears from coming, alerting [Name].

“Oh my! Why are you crying? Was it something I said?”  [Name] worriedly asked.

The taller male just shacked his head, unable to say anything. [Name] gently took his hand, which was bigger than his, and began to caressing it. “I’m here with you, Bertolt.” The comment only made the brunette cry harder, silently sobbing. [Name] got up and approached Bertolt, and dried his tears with his thumb. “It’s alright…”

That was what Bertolt needed before, and what he needed now. He wanted someone comforting him— not seeing him as a monster. When was the last time he was embraced? comforted? The brunette couldn’t stop himself and tightly hugged [Name], taking him by surprise. Hiding his face on the crook of the assistant’s neck, [Name] was stuck in a uncomfortable position. Bertolt was still sitting, arms around the other’s waist. And so when he was being hold by the other, [Name] was awkwardly sitting on his lap.

Bertolt saw the assistant as the only light on his darkness— even if only a look made him sob and cry, the taller male didn’t ever want to let him go. This person was the only one after all this time that made him warm, and he wouldn’t lose him for anything. Even if he had to kill every devil on this planet, to stay like this, then so will he.

[Name]’s neck was wet by Bertolt’s tears, not that he minded. The assistant softly caressed his hair with a sad expression plastered on his face. The [hair color]-haired male was heartbroken by seeing Bertolt like this— [Name] wondered what could have trigger such a reaction, but nothing came to mind. Maybe he could ask later on another occasion, because right now, it was clear he needed someone close.

However, Bertolt’s mind was slowly clouding with dark thoughts. He didn’t want to ever let go— he enjoyed how warm this closeness made him feel. He loved how the other caressed him like a mother to his child, softly murmuring kind words right on his ear.

Bertolt had to protect him from all the devils.

Bertolt tightened the hold, making [Name] let out a low groan. “B-Bertolt… you are hugging me too tightly…”

The taller male blinked, with no more tears falling. He didn’t intended to hurt his light, his angel. Loosing his grip, Bertolt straighten himself to look at the other. [Name]’s eyebrows were furrowed in worry, looking at the brunette.

“What troubled you, Bertolt? Did I say something?” [Name] gently asked. However, the brunette didn’t pay attention to his words.

Rather, Bertolt was focusing on his [eye color] eyes— soft and gentle looking right at him. The kind face who looked worried, his soft lips moving but nothing could be heard. The taller male couldn’t catch a single lie on his face— only spotting true kindness.

Bertolt looked at [Name] with admiration and sparks on his green eyes— the brunette was looking at him as if he was his savior, and surely, he certainly was. Like an angel or some divine entity, that was Bertolt seeing [Name] as. He will protect him.

The brunette took [Name]’s face with both hands, placing them on his soft cheeks. The assistant was surprised by the action, but remained in silence to see what Bertolt would do next. By his surprise, the patient gave a soft and fast peck on his lips, instantly making [Name]’s cheeks burn.

Bertolt slowly retreated, with both hands still on the other’s cheeks, and intently looked at [Name], focused and determined. “I will protect you from the devils. I promise.”

Let’s just say a certain blond wasn’t very happy about what he was seeing… In fact, he felt furious watching what he considered his being touched— and even kissed! He couldn’t stand seeing the hands touching the assistant’s face and body. Erwin would not allow this going any further, and so, he exited the room he was in to quickly opening the door the session was in, alerting both of the males on the room.

“Erwin? But my time isn’t over?”

“It is over now. Leave.” Erwin demanded, his icy eyes looking at both males, [Name] shivering under it, and Bertolt glaring at him.

Unfortunately to [Name], when he tried to move away, Bertolt’s grip was still strong. “Bertolt… I have to retire from now, can you please let me go?” he murmured,

Erwin, catching what was happening, said, “I strongly advice to let go of him right now, Hoover.”

Bertolt only glared at him, tightly hugging [Name] by his waist. The assistant could feel the tension on the room, and before anything could happen, he tried to make Bertolt comply. “Please, Bertolt. I promise I will return, alright?” Unfortunately, the brunette shacked his head, hugging him closer, just like a child, fearing he would disappear. [Name] sighed, but remained positive. This could be done pacifically,  he just had to be a little pushy.

The assistant placed his hands on Bertolt’s cheeks, making him look at him. Quickly, [Name] placed a fast kiss on Bertolt’s nose, and then said, “I promise I will return; we will see each other again, Bertolt. But only if you let me go.”

Erwin’s eye twitched in annoyance by seeing the interaction. His fist tightly clenched, trying to remain calm and patiently wait for this to finish.

Bertolt, who looked unsure, slowly let go. [Name] smiled, finally standing and muttered a thanks. Quickly after Erwin and [Name] left the room, leaving Bertolt alone with his thoughts.

I will protect him…

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The walk was in a uncomfortable silence. [Name] didn’t know what to exactly say, seeing how tensed the blond looked. But before he could speak, Erwin stopped walking, [Name] quickly following.

“You can’t physically touch a patient like that— it is forbidden. You will not do or let that happened again, understood?” Erwin spoke in a deep voice, making [Name] shiver in fear. The poor assistant never imagined to hear the blond sounding so demanding and scary— his whole aura felt cold and heavy.

“B-But… he needed it! Bertolt was just—”

“Hewill not touch you again!” The loud yell silenced [Name], who quickly shifted his gaze to the floor, his hands trembling.

The assistant forgot that even if the blond gave him kind smiles on his first day, that didn’t mean he wasn’t his boss. [Name] felt helpless under this tension, the blond surely had a heavy and demanding aura who told who was in charge here.

Erwin, noticing [Name]’s shaking form, instantly regretted his behavior. Yes, he was furious with what just occurred, but he didn’t want his [Name] to be scared of him. The blond rubbed his temples, sighing.

“I’m sorry, [Name]…” The taller man apologized, lowering his voice, “I was… worried. You don’t know what could happen if you let them cross the line.”

He waited for him to say something, but he only received a nod for an answer. “Can you look at me, [Name]? I apologize with how I reacted.”

Still, the small assistant didn’t look at him. Erwin. impatient, gently grabbed [Name]’s chin and made him look up, meeting his [eye color] eyes. The blond could tell the other was nervous and intimidated by him; something that made Erwin strangely… pleased and conflicted at the same time.

“I apologize.” Erwin said, “but you can’t let them be that close to you; it’s dangerous, and I can’t let something happen to you. Do you understand, [Name]?”

“I… understand, Erwin.” [Name] spoke, unsure. Erwin slightly smiled, caressing [Name]’s cheek with his thumb, before letting go. The tension disappeared, letting [Name] breathe again.

“I’m glad you do.”

Reiss Mental Asylum / 4

【 shingeki no kyojin / mental asylum – alternative universe, modern setting 】 『male!yandere!various x male!prettyboy!reader』 summary: Finally! You have been given an opportunity to work at Reiss Mental Asylum- your job hunting hasn’t been great, so to hear you got an opportunity made you excited. At the beginning everything seems normal- but without noticing, some people began to get obsessed with you. warnings/tags: DARK/HEAVY THEMES. Non-consensual themes; sexual assault, touching, drug use, rape attempt. Home invasion, yanderes, obsessive behavior, murder, blood, explicit content, sexual thoughts. masterlist

4

The next day, [Name]’s morning schedule was to help Zeke with some paperwork, along with take notes from his sessions he was   allowed to watch. Zeke had said it would be a good idea to familiarize with everything first before getting to know the rest of the patients.

“And that was the last for this morning.” Zeke said, looking at his watch. “It’s already lunch time— are you hungry?” He looks at [Name], raising a brow.

Before the young man could give an answer, a loudly grunt coming from his stomach answered instead. The [hair color]-haired boy instantly blushed, looking at the floor. Zeke couldn’t hold himself and chuckled, covering his mouth.

“I guess you are. Let’s go, don’t be this embarrassed.” The taller man said, ruffling [Name]’s hair.

[Name] couldn’t stop himself to be— his full attention was in the sessions, and he didn’t pay any attention to his hunger.

“Anyways, did you bring anything to eat?”

And again, [Name] blushed in shame and embarrassment. He totally forgot to cook or buy something for lunch— and he was so hungry! “I–I forgot, sorry!” was the only thing he could say.

“What are you apologizing for?” he chuckles, “Come on, [Name]. Hope you like chinese food, I bought some.” The blond man spoke, unbothered. He began to walk, and [Name] hurriedly followed him.

“Dr. Jaeger! You–You don’t have to!” The [hair color]-haired said, and horribly lied, “I-I’m not that hungry…”

“Your stomach says otherwise. And also, I told you to call me Zeke.” The taller man said, trying to suppressing a smirk. “As your boss, I command you to eat with me. There, you are not allowed to refuse.”

“T-That’s unfair!”

“Life is unfair, [Name]. Come on, eating my food isn’t a sin.”

[Name] just stayed in silence, embarrassed. He surely was going to remember bring his lunch next time.

Zeke hoped the boy keep on forgetting.

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The two males entered to a room that resembled a cafeteria, but it wasn’t as big as one. There were plenty of tables where other workers were sat on, a vending machine and a TV plugged on the wall. There was a coffee machine in what resembled a small kitchen, along with a microwave.

Some workers noticed the young male presence, nodding and greeting him. Mostly to Zeke, because [Name] was trying to hide himself behind the blond, by his amusement. Before he could tease his assistant, a doctor approached both of them. The stranger courteously greeted [Name] before getting into a serious conversation with Zeke, which the [hair color]-haired boy didn’t want to pry nor interrupt.

[Name] just awkwardly stood there, looking around. Not for long though, because a woman with brown hair was excitingly waving at him, signaling him to come. The [hair color]-haired pointed at himself with a blush, questioning if she was talking to him, in which the woman vigorously nodded.

[Name] looked at Zeke, which was immersed in the conversation with the other doctor. The assistant didn’t want to rudely interrupt, so he went to the woman’s table, where there were two males with her.

One was short with black hair– he looked so irritated and bothered. The other was very tall, he had blonde dirty hair; he had a unbothered expression on his face, unlike the ravenette’s.

“Hello, hello! You must be the new assistant, right? Oh my, you are so adorable!” the woman spoke, smiling. The comment made [Name] blush, “come on! don’t be shy, sit down!”

Obeying, the young assistant shyly looked at the woman. It was ironic — how he could talk with his two patients without worry, but in these situations he got so shy.

“I’m Hanji.” The woman introduced herself, “This shorty is Levi, and the tree is Mike.”

“Who the fuck are you calling short, shitty glasses?” the ravenette harshly said, smacking the woman on the head, making her cry in pain. The two of them quickly got into an argument, and [Name] didn’t know what to do.

“Nice to meet you.” The taller man said, looking at [Name], making the young man look at him in return.

“N-Nice to meet you too! I’m [Name].”

The other two finished fighting when they heard [Name] talk, and Hanji looked more interested in him. Levi looked uninterested about the whole thing, but payed attention nevertheless.

“You must be Zeke’s assistant, right? I heard the news about a cute newbie spreading around.” Hanji said.

[Name] only nodded and hummed. He didn’t exactly know what else to say, so he stayed in silence. It didn’t matter, because the woman was doing most of the talking.

“Aw! He’s so lucky to have you! I heard from Erwin that you looked you had potential!”

The young assistant’s eyes widened at the statement, blushing. “He really said that…?” [Name] recalled his meeting with Mr. Smith— how gentle and kind he looked. The young male was under his charms, and he couldn’t help feeling butterflies in his stomach recalling the look he gave him.

“Looks like beard-shit is stuck with an assistant. Let’s see how much you will last here.” The shorter man says, taking a sip from his tea.

“Don’t scare him, Levi.” Mike says, giving the ravenette a look, He only shrugs in return, uninterested. Mike turns at [Name] and slightly smiles. “Don’t stress, [Name]. We will help you in anything we can.”

The young assistant thanks him, and shortly after his stomach growls once more, making him blush. Hanji lets out a loud laugh, “Oh my, [Name]! I can hear you are hungry, didn’t you bring your lunch today?” The [hair color]-haired boy shakes his head, “Aw! Don’t worry, I can share my chicken sandwich with you~”

“No! It’s alright! You don’t have to do that, Hanji! I’m alright!” [Name] tries to dismiss the situation, but only gained a piece of sandwich forcefully in his mouth, shutting him up. The boy’s eyes widened in surprise and shock, and he can feel sauce dripping from his mouth.

“There! It’s delicious, right? Moblit made it for me!” The woman says, ignoring [Name]’s discomfort. She only forcefully pressed the food inside his mouth, making a mess.

“Oi, you are making a fucking mess!” Levi says, looking disgustingly at the young assistant. More sauce is dripping from his mouth to his neck, and the ravenette can’t stand looking at the sight. “Hanji! Stop!”

The taller man blinks, unamused by the situation. “Hanji, I believe [Name] has to breathe.”

“What exactly is happening here?” a familiar voice is heard, and [Name] can recognize it is from Zeke. The young assistant looks at him with his teary eyes, the piece of food still on his mouth.

When Zeke takes a look at [Name], he has to take a few seconds to compose himself. His assistant’s lips are dripping saliva and sauce, getting on his neck and messing his shirt collar a little bit. His eyes are teary and pleading– and Zeke secretly loves the way the young boy looks at him. The doctor knows his mind is getting some… dirty ideas, but holds himself before something appears.

“I see… you have met Hanji.” It’s the only thing Zeke can say while his mind is occupied thinking about [Name]. “Hanji, can you take your sandwich out of my assistant’s mouth?” The woman reluctantly obeys, saying something about how cute [Name] is.

“I was just sharing my food! [Name] didn’t bring any, and he is hungry. You should pay attention to your assistant, Zeke!” The woman says, taking a bite of his sandwich. Levi gives her a disgusted glare.

Before Zeke could help [Name] messy state, unfortunately for him, Mike went right into it. The taller man carefully placed his hand on the young assistant’s cheek, while his free hand was gently cleaning the male’s face with a napkin. Zeke glared at Mike for a second, seeing how his assistant was so close to the taller man. Composing himself, he took a seat, placing his food on the table.

“Sorry for making you wait, [Name]. I wasn’t expecting Dr. Gregory’s talk be that long…” Zeke apologizes, opening the chinese food boxes, handing one to [Name]. The assistant only dismissed him shaking his hand and giving a little smile, still being cleaned by Mike.

“Oh! I saw him talking seriously at you, what for?” Hanji asked, looking curiously. Levi didn’t say anything, but minded himself to see the interaction of Mike and [Name], which both were quietly talking.

Thinking before answering, Zeke carefully choose his words, “something about a patient trying to leave. He says the doctors and guards are having a bad time on the upper floors.” The blond takes a quick glance at [Name], which is occupied with Mike. Zeke lowers his voice, “Gregory said a doctor and some guards got injured; I believe you know how. This isn’t great news for me, because I have a few patients near the upper floors and I have a… kätzchen under my care.”

The woman nods, a neutral expression on her face. “I see. Moblit told me about patients getting their handcuffs off, and doctors noticing it too late. Even with guards outside the rooms it isn’t safe— I mean, how many doctors and guards have signed for their deaths here?”

Zeke sighs, “I don’t have a clue how Erwin and the upper directors hide all of this. My guess is there are worse places than this one, or the directors have some money to spent.”

“Does he knows anything?” Hanji points at [Name] with her head, raising a brow. Zeke chuckles, shaking his head.

“Doesn’t have a clue.”

“My condolences, Zeke. Have good time protecting him— I’m glad Sawney and Bean aren’t that violent. Yes, they have their moments, but Moblit and I are prepared for them.” Hanji takes a look at the others, and notices how carefully Levi is watching the young assistant, talking with him. She chuckles, “but I believe he will be under a lot of protection while he’s here.”

The blond doctor only grunts, looking irritated by the last statement. “Figures.” He eats his food, and looks [Name] hasn’t touched any of the food. Zeke can see Mike finished cleaning him, but has stayed close to him. The fucking tree is smelling him!

“[Name].” Zeke calls, making the young male turn, “you haven’t eaten anything. Do I have to take these chopsticks and give you food like a child?” He teases, causing [Name] to blush.

“No need!” [Name] says, taking the chopsticks and hastily began to eat the food. He blinks, suddenly remembering something, and while his mouth is a little stuffed with food, making his gentle cheeks puff, he looks at Mike, “thawk you fow hewping me!” he happily says.

Mike chuckles, enjoying the adorable sight. “No problem.”

“Oi! Don’t talk with your mouth full, you brat!”

“AWWWW! ZEKE YOU ARE SOOOO LUCKY!!" 

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"Well, he certainly looks like he doesn’t know shit.” Levi said, seeing [Name]’s form leaving the room with Hanji.

“He doesn’t.” Zeke answers.

Levi snorts, “good luck protecting a corpse.” The ravenette takes a sip from his tea, thinking about the younger male. Levi already believes the new assistant will not last, but likes to think he will have some luck on his side. Nevertheless, the man could recall Erwin saying the boy had ‘potential’, and he knows the blond is always right about everything. If he was right, Levi wouldn’t mind seeing [Name]’s progress.

“He smelled good. Surprisingly good.” Mike says, smirking to himself. The taller man could smell something sweet from [Name], and he could say the fragrance from the young assistant relaxed him. He closes his eyes and remembers the cute face the assistant made— how close his face was from his.

Zeke grunted internally, irritated. It seems he isn’t the only one liking the young assistant.

+++++++ Kätzchen: kitten in german. (google translate ;;)

Reiss Mental Asylum / 3

【 shingeki no kyojin / mental asylum – alternative universe, modern setting 】 『male!yandere!various x male!prettyboy!reader』 summary: Finally! You have been given an opportunity to work at Reiss Mental Asylum- your job hunting hasn’t been great, so to hear you got an opportunity made you excited. At the beginning everything seems normal- but without noticing, some people began to get obsessed with you. warnings/tags: DARK/HEAVY THEMES. Non-consensual themes; sexual assault, touching, drug use, rape attempt. Home invasion, yanderes, obsessive behavior, murder, blood, explicit content, sexual thoughts. masterlist

3

“There’s a small break every time your sessions finish. We’ll go to our office, so remember the path we take, alright?” Zeke says, looking at [Name]. The said boy just nods in return, enough for Zeke. “By the way, it seems that Armin likes you.”

“Really? He seems really nice…” [Name] says, smiling, “I’m glad he let me talk to him.”

“Yeah… he looked unsure about you at first, but it’s surprising how he changed.” The blond looks deep in thought, before proceeding, “I think you are the first person he talked freely like that.” He scratches his ear, thinking. Armin wasn’t very fond of Zeke that much— even if he was one of his doctors, he knew the short blond didn’t fully trust him. But, seeing as [Name] —who is new in the area— instantly clicked with him made Zeke wonder how many surprises the [hair color]-haired would bring.

Both males pleasantly talked— [Name] seemed comfortable talking to Zeke, and said man enjoyed hearing the other’s male voice. It was pleasing — something he wanted to hear everyday. Zeke noted the young man had a peaceful aura that calmed him, seeing as [Name] was a bag of nerves at first glance, the boy looked surprisingly calm now. It made the blond steal some glances to look at his gentle features — without the other noticing, of course.

Eventually, Zeke stopped in front of a door, which it had a small frame with the name of ’Dr. Zeke Jaeger’ on it. The blond opened the door, revealing a neat and simple office. There was only one desk with a chair, bookshelves, a lamp, a window… Nothing out of the ordinary.

“There’s only one desk, so we’ll have to share.” Zeke stepped into the room, with [Name] shyly walking behind him, “There isn’t much. I place the patient’s files here, other important documents there…” The man approached the desk, opened a drawer and look for something in it— his fingers touched the multiple folders, until he finally found two he was looking for. “I will give you the patient’s files, but not all of them. I don’t want to stress you this much— so don’t get nervous, alright?”

“S–Sure! Thank you, Dr. Jaeger,” [Name] gently said, smiling by the other’s kindness. “And sorry for you having to share your office, I will try not to occupy too much.” He added, with a deep pink growing on his gentle cheeks.

Zeke just laughed, “I already told you; I don’t mind sharing with you. I will make space for you, but for now hand me anything you want me to take, I will take care of it.”

“Alright, thank you again… I–I hope I can learn a lot from you.” [Name] states, looking a little embarrassed, making the other man smile seeing his shy form.

I look forward on learning a lot about you too…

“I will try to help you as much as I can, [Name].” Zeke reassured, taking a look at his watch, “it seems we still have some time left. We’ll take some fresh air, if you agree?” He looks at the other male with a small smile.

“Of course!”

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The two of them were sitting on a bench, outside the building. There were some patients on the gardens with some bodyguards and doctors observing them. Zeke had explained some patients had the privilege thanks for their backgrounds and history in the asylum, allowing them to going outside and do gardening for their therapy— [Name] had wondered what he meant by ’backgrounds’, but decided not to ask.

Zeke was smoking a cigarette, and [Name] just peacefully observed the patients from afar. The older man couldn’t stop himself to look at the other young man— he observed the softness of his beautiful face; how peaceful his eyes looked; how his [hair color] hair gently moved by the wind. [Name]’s body seemed relaxed— and Zeke couldn’t pinpoint the exact motive of why his full attention was on the other male; why he was taking a unexpected interest on him.

“Do you live far from here?” Zeke suddenly asked, pushing his glasses. The blond had many questions for the young man— and he couldn’t stop himself from asking.

The sudden question made [Name] slightly jump, alerted. Looking at the blond, [Name] quickly replied, “Y–Yes. I don’t have a car, so the bus brings me here— one hour and thirty minutes.”

Zeke furrows a brow, “Is that so? And how did you find this place anyways?”

“I found the ad on the newspaper, and well…” [Name] scratches his cheek with his index finger, smiling, “this was the only place that called me. I’m glad though, it seems nice.”

He has no clue about what he got himself into. Zeke hummed, taking a last glance at [Name]. Changing his attention to his watch, the man spoke, “we have five more minutes. I should tell you about the next patient.” The blond handed the folder, which [Name] took. “His name is Jean Kirstein. He made some… bad choices in the past,” Zeke explained, clearly leaving something out, “His best friend was killed, and that made him change for the worst. Jean can be harsh with his words– he can easily get provoked, too.”

Zeke stands, turning at [Name], “let’s go.”

。。。。。。。。。

The death of Jean’s best friend left a huge impact on the young boy— Zeke had explained Jean saw the corpse of what was left of his friend. Jean has night terrors in most of the nights. The taller man didn’t exactly tell [Name] what the patient did in the past, and the young boy couldn’t really take a hint. Zeke could see how oblivious [Name] was, and he thought it was for the better.

“Here we are. As you know, I will see everything if anything goes wrong,” he says, already leaving. But suddenly stops, as if he remembered something not that important, hearing his uninterested voice tone, “also, don’t be surprised if he’s handcuffed. Good luck.”

H—Handcuffed?! [Name] was taken aback by the comment— why would a patient be handcuffed? Was he aggressive? The young man really didn’t know what to expect, so with no much thought he opened the door, instantly noticing a young man around his age sitting, looking irritated. And indeed, he was handcuffed.

“Great. Another fucking useless doctor.” The two-toned haired boy snorted, “don’t even try with me, pretty boy. I don’t care about any of your bullshit.”

[Name] cheeks slightly blushed by the given name, but hurriedly calmed himself. The young man knew there would be not too kind people, but that didn’t make him upset. He was going to do his best and help his patients.

The [hair color]-haired boy just smiled, sitting across the other boy. Jean just looked weirdly at him— normally, his doctors’ expressions were irritated or uncaring, but this person showed a gentle smile. Huh. Weird.

“But I will try my best! I don’t give up easily, you know?” [Name] spoke, unbothered by the other snarky comments, “I’m [Name], Dr. Jaeger assistant. What’s your name?”

Jean snorted, “I believe you already know my name, doctor. No point playing dumb with me.” He took notice of the assistant’s face– it didn’t change, he could see [Name] wasn’t getting irritated or mad, just like the others. The [eye color]-eyed just kindly smiled.

“Well, I would like to hear it from you. It makes things official!”

“You are not giving this up, are you?”

“Nope!”

The patient sighs, relaxing his composure. “Jean.” Was the only thing he said— weirdly enough, Jean could see he was an interesting fellow. [Name]’s introduction actually made him aware that the assistant may or may not be… too kind. And his pretty looks really didn’t give away much contradiction to his conclusion.

Yup, this one is perfect for teasing. Better take the chance.

“Nice to meet you, Jean! This session is only for intro–”

“Hey, [Name],” Jean interrupted, with a smirk on his face, “can I ask something?”

“Sure, ask away.”

“If you are Jaeger’s assistant, does that mean he can fuck you all he wants? I mean, the man has to have his needs, and you being his pretty assistant sounds fishy enough to me.”

[Name]’s face was priceless. All of his face instantly went deep red. The young assistant never heard something like this addressed to him— and it was absolutely embarrassing. Even if he knew Jean was only playing with him, that didn’t mean [Name] couldn’t get flustered.

Jean couldn’t hold his laugh seeing the distressed state of the assistant. [Name] was blabbering, trying to deny the dirty joke with no avail. Oh shit, is he a virgin? This is better than I thought! Finally something funny is happening in this disgusting place!

Thinking about it, Jean really didn’t mind anymore if this cutie was going to be his doctor. He could see every session embarrassing the young assistant, looking at his flustered state. Yes, he couldn’t wait for more opportunities to make him blush.

“O—Of course not! Please hold yourself on doing comments like that, Jean!” [Name] finally spoke, his soft cheeks still red. “Dr. Jaeger and I are not like that in any way!”

Jean laughed, he couldn’t believe he finally had a chance to be with someone like this. Surely, he will take every chance he gets. “I was just saying, pretty assistant. Come on, I just said fuck, it isn’t that bad.”

“Just don’t say things like that. That came out of nowhere!”

After that, both of them could normally talk, relieving [Name]. The sexual comment did threw him off, but hoped there weren’t going to be more situations like that in the future. They just talked— [Name] did most of the talking, and Jean just reluctantly answered, leaving some snarky comments here and there. The two toned haired patient was bored with the conversation, but answered nevertheless.

A knock on the door made [Name] realize it was time to leave. Standing up, the [hair color]-haired spoke, “Well, it was nice to meet you, Jean. I will see you next week!” [Name] sent a smile to the other boy.

Jean was indifferent about the talking session, but surely, making his new doctor embarrassed was going to be one of his obligatory tasks. He would think on more things to say— he couldn’t wait for next week to come. Jean remembered the assistant’s blushed face— how embarrassed he looked. 

That, was a sight he wanted to see again.

He surely was going to have fun with him.

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“That was an interesting session.” Zeke broke the silence, noticing [Name]’s embarrassing demeanor. Surely, he knew Jean could get dirty with his comments– but he really didn’t expect something like that. The blond actually chuckled in amusement seeing [Name] flustered behavior.

[Name] just hummed, playing with his fingers. He was suddenly flustered seeing Zeke after that sexual comment, and he couldn’t stop a blush appearing on his face.

Zeke wasn’t sure if joking would be a good idea, but he couldn’t stop himself from teasing the [hair color]-haired boy.

“Tempting idea— I see myself considering it in the future. Just to let you know, assistant.”

[Name] ’s face couldn’t get any more redder.

Reiss Mental Asylum / ２

【 shingeki no kyojin / mental asylum – alternative universe, modern setting 】 『male!yandere!various x male!prettyboy!reader』 summary: Finally! You have been given an opportunity to work at Reiss Mental Asylum- your job hunting hasn’t been great, so to hear you got an opportunity made you excited. At the beginning everything seems normal- but without noticing, some people began to get obsessed with you. warnings/tags: DARK/HEAVY THEMES. Non-consensual themes; sexual assault, touching, drug use, rape attempt. Home invasion, yanderes, obsessive behavior, murder, blood, explicit content, sexual thoughts. masterlist

２

A certain young boy nervously entered the big white building, playing with his fingers. Instantly, the boy could notice someone familiar inside the building— Margaret, the lady he saw the other day. Just as she saw him, she gave a soft smile and greeted him.

“Good morning, [Name]! Nice to see you here!” She says, which the named boy just greet her quietly. “Please wait here, a certain doctor wanted me to notify your arrival.” She stated before leaving in hurry.

[Name]’s mind wondered— just who wanted to see him this soon? It wasn’t Dr. Smith for sure; the man had better things to attend to. Without many options, the young man just waited, looking around the place.

He noticed the asylum was very well cleaned— there wasn’t any spot not cleaned enough. He saw some guards and workers passing through, which they just nodded at him as a greeting. [Name], being a little shy, blushed and greeted back in response.

The [hair color] haired boy faintly heard footsteps approaching, making him turn around to meet with blue orbs which were carefully watching his form from afar. It was a tall man— blond soft hair parted in the middle, beard and glasses. The man’s face looked neutral, and little [Name] couldn’t recognize a certain spark on the eyes of the unknown man.

“[Name]! This is Dr. Zeke Jaeger— You will be his assistant. Dr. Smith wanted to present you two but he’s busy with some meetings.” Margaret kindly said, “I believe Dr. Jaeger knows about the tasks to be done, right?” She looks at him.

He nods and responds, “That’s correct. I will not waste your time any further, Margaret.”

“Alright then— don’t be too hard, Dr. Jaeger!” She jokes, leaving the place, murmuring something to herself. “Now to notify Dr. Smith…”

[Name] turns to see the man, immediately meeting his strong gaze on him, making the younger man a little uncomfortable by the hard gaze.

“H—Hello, Dr. Jaeger. I’m [Name] [Last Name], it’s nice to meet you!” [Name] says, a little too animated, making the blond man smirk by his attitude.

Interesting. “Likewise, [Name]. You can just call me Zeke, follow me.” He turns and begins to walk, which the [hair color] haired boy quickly followed, walking beside him. “You already heard you will be my assistant, so we’ll share the same office— hope you don’t mind.”

“N—Not at all! Sorry for the trouble, Dr—uhm, Zeke.” [Name] apologizes, feeling uncomfortable.

“Don’t apologize, I don’t mind.” The blond dismisses, unbothered. “Well, to make things short, first, you will present yourself with the chosen patients. Don’t worry, I will be watching everything, so if anything gets out of your control the guards can take care of it.”

If anything goes wrong…? But I’m just going to meet them… That’s not really comfortable to hear. [Name] tries to stay calm about the situation; nothing bad is going to happen— it is his first time, so being nervous is normal.

“You will meet one or two patients per day— we should get our schedule in three days.” You both walk upstairs, “After this, you’ll meet with the next one. Also, don’t worry too much, I know it’s your first time, so I will give you some advice.”

Zeke is kind enough to help the young boy— he shares with the [hair color] haired boy his experiences, obviously hiding the ones who are not really nice. The blond talks about what would be a good approach, his usual sessions with some of his patients… [Name] pays full attention — taking mental notes in the process. The young boy really wants to help those in need; and someone giving him his first advice is important to him!

The older man snaps his fingers, suddenly remembering something. “I haven’t told you anything about the patient, have I?” He chuckles, scratching his ear with his index finger, “I forgot the most important thing, apologies, [Name].”

“Don’t worry—!” [Name] reassured.

“His name is Armin Arlert, his parents were murdered in front of him in his own house— the culprits are assumed that worked with the police and somehow got away with it. As you can expect, Arlert being a kid and witnessing that event, it didn’t leave a good impact on his mental health.”

Poor thing… [Name] thought, feeling sorry for the tragic past this boy had. I will do my best to help him trough this!

“Depression… Armin gets panic attacks almost every night, so he doesn’t sleep often. He’s usually calm and collected— but his stress makes him snap, it could anger or sadness. It differs, but you will notice the signs.”

Zeke stops in front of a door, making you stop too. “We are here. You will spent thirty minutes with him, getting to know him and everything.” He looks at you, indifferent, “I will be in another room checking on you— Armin isn’t violent by any means, so don’t stress. Good luck, [Name].” He finalized, walking to another place unknown for the young man, leaving him alone.

The [eye color]-eyed boy sighs, calming himself. My first patient… Come on [Name], you can do it! He reassures himself, with a little smile on his gentle face. Nodding at himself, [Name] knocks gently on the door before opening it, noticing a blond with short hair sitting down, patiently waiting for somebody.

“Hello there,” [Name] greets with a small smile, waiting for a response from the young man. The blue-eyed only blinks at him in surprise, not recognizing the person before him.

“You are not Dr. Jaeger.” The blond just states, raising a brow. “Are you a nurse?”

[Name] lets out a chuckle, taking a seat across the boy. There is a table between them, on which the [hair color] haired boy place his hands. “No I’m not. I’m [Name] [Last Name], Dr. Jaeger’s assistant — I will help him treat you from now on.”

Armin blinks, unsure. He can feel a nice aura coming from you— but he isn’t sure about your true intentions. He never knows the true mask people wear, so he’s not going his guard down that easily.

“I wanted to meet you!” [Name] looks at the blond in a gently way— he was trying his best to not look intimidating or too awkward. “I told you my name, would you like to tell me yours?” The [hair color] haired young man already did, but wanted to hear it from him.

The blue-eyed boy blinked, unsure with the approach. He had never been with a doctor this… alive? He didn’t know how to phrase it— but just as [Name] entered the room, Armin could feel comfortable, even if he just meet the assistant in minutes. Armin watched carefully the face of [Name]; he was wearing a small smile that looked genuine, his eyes were gentle and kind. The blond felt something nice on his chest by looking at the other’s peaceful aura… Armin wondered if he was getting his guard down, but somehow, he was sure the man in front of him wasn’t pretending.

“Are you alright? Do I have something on my face?” Armin heard the other say, his cheeks blushing in embarrassment. The blond watched you for a couple of seconds, before answering.

“No, you don’t. I was just… thinking.” He blinks, composing his thoughts. “I’m Armin. Nice to meet you, Dr. [Last Name]…”

“[Name] is just fine, Armin! I’m not really used with that title…” The young man says, chuckling quietly. “We should know each other better! We will see each other from now on, so maybe, a little talk about us is fine by you?” [Name] tilts his head, looking at the blond.

Armin sees his exposed neck— how soft his skin looks. He has never noticed something like this from anyone, and the thought makes him feel strange. “I don’t know what to talk about.” He simply answers, unsure.

“Don’t worry! I will be first, then!” [Name] talks about what he likes and what he does on his free time, in which Armin listens carefully. The patient is interested by the other young man— inexplicably interested.

After that, Armin doesn’t have much problem talking about himself. [Name] takes notes the blond likes books— what type, in which the [hair color] haired boy decides to maybe bring something for him, if it’s allowed. Both of them talk and talk, until [Name] notices Armin’s tired eyes trying to stay opened. The [eye color]-eyed place his hand on the other’s, giving a soft squish, making Armin a little surprised.

“I’m looking forward to meet you again, Armin.” [Name] says confidently, smiling. Armin only looks at him with his eyes widened, surprise by the action. Before he could say something, he hears a door opening, revealing Dr. Jaeger form.

“The session is over.” Zeke says, with a inexplicably look on his eyes. He is trying to suppress a smirk appearing on his face, unknown by everyone.

[Name] nods at the doctor, looking at Armin. “Well then, see you later, Armin.” And after that, the gentle young man leaves with the doctor, not before sending a smile to Armin.

Armin only looks at his hand, where the other’s has been. He softly touches it, trying to remember the touch. He just looks at his hand, thinking about something. So gentle…

I want to feel him again.

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“Was— Was I good enough?” A certain [hair color] haired boy asks, playing with his hands.

The blond man laughs, looking at the other’s nervous form. “You were great, [Name].” He smiles, eyeing in interest.

He sure is interesting…

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Ranting about how non-con in fiction is disgusting because you were traumatized by it is understandable. But also, just silly as well. On a site where fanfiction runs wild, with tags and tags WARNING you that there is possibly non-con elements, you should be able to point them out and avoid them.

And then, you start claiming that these fictional characters. FICTIONAL CHARACTERS, are not rapists? You're right.

Because they are fictional characters.

I blocked that person because I write stories with non-con. So I thought, don't wanna let them see my work. Being traumatized by something sucks, but talking down on others because of it, sucks too.

I'll note that this person claimed that, 'I know every one says to scroll past it if I don't like it but I won't just scroll past it. It's- yada yada...'

Babe? Lmao. Nah. You have the choice to scroll past a post you don't like or don't feel comfortable reading.

Hell! I don't finish fanfiction stories because sometimes I don't feel comfortable with them! It happens!

Hope that person finds peace. Hope that person knows what the Dead Dovev Do Not Eat tag means.

I write dub non-con/non-con occasionally!!! If that bothers you please block me or unfollow me! And read the tags!!!