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#yandere levi ackerman x reader
thecuriousquest · 4 months
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Hi! I would like to request part 2 of "My stone cold husband."
They go to a party together and Levi gets slightly drunk. He starts staring at her intensely which makes her nervous. She thinks she did something wrong and that he is angry. When they returned to their bedroom she was scared and expecting to be punished. But to her surprise, he pinned her to the bed and started kissing her. He murmured how beautiful she was and how much he loved her. She was flabbergasted because she wasn't used to his affections. He strips off her clothes and starts making love to her. (Note: making love, not fucking.) He was softly kissing her all over and praising and complimenting her the whole time. He was being gentle and focusing solely on her pleasure. He was being romantic and gentle during sex for once. She had never experienced something like that from him before, but she wasn't complaining. She ended up enjoying it and he cuddled her to sleep later. The next day, Levi was confused when she was uncharacteristically giddy and cheerful towards him, but he didn't mind.
The Effects of Alcohol (Part Two of My Stone Cold Husband)
Ohhhh honey, babe, sweet little muffin, I love this concept! I feel like I wrote a major breakthrough with this softer side of Levi, and it feels like a major accomplishment in a way. I’m sorry it took so long to get to, but thank you for the request and your patience!!! 🖤🤘
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Warnings: Yandere themes, NSFW, consensual sex, romantic sex, vaginal sex, briefly mentioned oral sex, slightly possessive tendencies, Reader is an anxious mess in the beginning, nudity, drinking
Note: This is the last of this series. I will no longer be doing stories involving My Stone Cold Husband.
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My Stone Cold Husband
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In your opinion, the party could have been a lot better. There’s just no one for you to talk with as Levi keeps you on a short leash the entire night. While he converses with everyone, you silently wait at his side, ever the quiet and obedient wife.
However, Levi gets drawn away from you, in the midst of a hushed discussion with Commander Erwin. You’re left at a table all alone, sipping on a glass of wine. You don’t know any of his colleagues besides Erwin, and you’re not sure if it’s a good idea to walk over to the duo and interrupt their conversation.
Waiting idly, your eyes wander across the room, landing on your handsome husband. Goodness, the way he’s looking at you has you blushing, the hue of your cheeks putting a rose to shake. But then…his eyes never waver. He doesn’t look away when you catch his gaze.
You’re cheeks are no longer red. In fact, the color from your face has been drained, brows knit with worry as you chew on your bottom lip.
No, this isn’t good. He’s still looking at you as if you’ve done something wrong. You can’t…you have to step out. You leave the table you’ve been told to stay at, taking a breath of fresh air. The moon casts a pale light over you, and you can’t help but sigh out of relief being out of your husband’s sight.
The hand gripping your bicep alerts you to another presence out here with you. You’d know that clutch anywhere. Turning, you find your husband staring at you with a slight flush to his own cheeks.
“Let’s go home. We have some things to take care of.” He stands perfectly still, not at all wobbling on his own two feet, yet his words are slurred.
You only nod as anxiety hugs your stomach, squeezing it until you feel like your dinner is going to make a reappearance.
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Entering the household, Levi has your hand in his, and he strides straight for the bedroom. The door closes behind you, and you keep your eyes on the floor.
“Husband, if I’m to be punished, please, just tell me.”
He only pulls you closer to his body. Stomach to stomach, he lays his hands on your waist, feeling the fabric of your dress beneath his fingers. He feels the creases, letting himself just revel in your proximity.
“Is there something you should be punished for?” he whispers against your neck. His focus shifts to the hem of your dress, lifting it over your head, letting it drop on a chair.
You can’t help but notice he is doing everything so slowly. Feeling you, undressing you, nuzzling his nose against the junction where shoulder meets neck.
His fingers ghost your clit ever so lightly, feeling as though they were never even there to begin with. You can’t help the slight moan into Levi’s shoulder as you clutch him tightly.
Your calf winds around his leg, drawing him in closer and closer. His hands trail down the backs of your thighs. Ticklish, you can’t help but squirm and laugh.
And he genuinely huffs a chuckle as he gathers your thighs around his waist, carrying you over to the bed. Ever so gently, he lays you down. Simply looking at your corset and underwear clad body.
The removal of his shirt is a drawn out process, one that he only slightly struggles with. Levi ends up getting frustrated with the buttons as he fumbles to undo them, so he ends up tearing it away from his body.
Slipping off his pants and letting them hang off of his ankle, he crawls over your still form on the bed. As he sets his knees between yours, you hear the dull thud of his trousers hitting the floor. You can’t help but giggle at the unexpected noise. He pushes his nose between the cleavage amplified by your corset, and you feel the exhale from his nostrils as he laughs along with whatever you find amusing.
Your hands twirl his curtain bangs, pushing them back, feeling the prickles of his undercut. His masculine hands cradle beneath you, finding the strings of your corset and trying to untie them. You can tell he must have had not two drinks but a couple more if he’s having a hard time with your corset.
“Levi, do you want me to sit up?”
“Shhh, my love, let me do everything for you. My beautiful wife. So sweet and kind. Trying to make everything easier for me.”
He finally releases you from the corset, and you realize you’ll have to lace it back up tomorrow as he pulls it away from the front of your body. You close your eyes, relaxing as he fingers the waistband of your panties, pulling them down your legs until they join the rest of your clothes strewn across the room.
“How did I get so lucky to have a strong woman like you in my life?”
It takes you a moment to process what he just said, and you can’t help the widening of your eyes. He has never called you strong before. Wrapping your arms around him, feeling the warm skin covering the muscles of his back, you hold him closely as he kisses your collarbone.
“Levi…I love you,” you whisper into his ear as you wrap your legs around his hips.
It seems to be a first for many tonight, because this is the first time you’ve uttered those words as well. Never before have you and Levi expressed such feelings. Your usual stone cold husband has finally come out of his enigmatic shell, and you can feel everything pleasurable pent up inside of him as he traces the bones of your hips.
“Everything about you is my favorite,” he confesses as he slips his erection inside of you.
Your back arches, creating space between your spine and the bed as your husband leans his weight on you. With your head buried beneath him, you bristle with his body temperature.
With nothing between you, face to face, you can’t even think about how out of the ordinary this is. Usually, both of you are clothed. Usually, he takes you from behind as he bends you over some piece of convenient furniture.
Tonight, things are so different, but instead of letting your mind run at a thousand miles an hour with thoughts, you leave your head blank, simply taking this time to be present in the moment with this side of your husband that you haven’t had the pleasure of meeting until now.
You feel him press himself deeper inside of you, his hard length slipping against your walls. Whimpering from the sensation, you can’t help but hug his member, clenching down on him fervently.
“I’m such a lucky man. I’m so lucky I have you. You’re not just my wife. You’re my love. I want you to know that. Please, understand that.”
He runs his hands through your tresses, not curling your hair around his fingers, not tugging on your locks, just feeling the texture as if it’s his first time doing so.
“I couldn’t live without you.” Levi kisses your cheek, praising you, passionately confessing into your blazing skin. “I wouldn’t make it without you. You’re the only person I need to get through this miserable life. You make it…oh, hmmmm, you make everything so much better! I couldn’t be with anyone else. Wouldn’t want anyone else. You’re all I need, my love.”
He goes quiet again, feeling your walls milk him. The luxurious sensation is all he can focus on. You cry out in pure ecstasy as you feel his fingers rub against the sensitive button of your clit while slowly rocking into you.
Your breasts bounce with each heavy breath, inhaling and exhaling his delicious scent of sandalwood, pine, and whiskey.
You have no words to return after all that you’ve heard. You just can’t think as he fills you with unadulterated pleasure. Finally succumbing to your body’s natural reaction to his ministrations, a rush of your juices flow against the head of his length, dripping down your thighs as it spills over your folds.
His hips slowly, every so slowly, thrust into you with the calmness of a babbling brook. It’s so serene. It puts you in a place of such peacefulness upon your post-orgasm.
“Levi, I love you! I love you! I love you!”
Suddenly, with the impact of your words, he spasms inside of you. He pulls himself away from you, missing the warmth he felt buried between your thighs.
Your husband looks down at you with such softness in those grey eyes. They look like a light has been added to them with how he’s admiring you.
His fingers find your chin, not forcing you to look at him, but encouraging you to meet his gaze.
“I love you too, more than you could ever know.”
You spend the night engulfed in his arms, enveloped in passion as you two show each other just how much you appreciate and feel for one another. Never bent over the bed, only chest to chest, with the exception of his head at the apex of your thighs, you both can’t help but fall asleep under the covers two hours later at three in the morning. Just a mess of tangled limbs and beads of sweat, you close your eyes with a kiss to his chest and a smile on your face.
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When ten am arrives, you realize you overslept drastically. You take your time waking up, stretching your arms and legs as you drag yourself from the bed. Dressing in a nightgown, you can’t help the quirk of your lips as you replay your romantic night with Levi in your mind’s eye. The gentle caresses, the soft spoken affirmations of love, the tenderness of his lips on your body; you think about all of it as you descend the staircase.
In the doorway of the kitchen, you watch Levi make tea on the stove. His chest and feet are still bare, the only clothes he is wearing are his trousers. You walk up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist, resting your cheek against his shoulder blade.
“Good morning, husband. Did you sleep well?”
He stiffens only a little as he turns his head, trying to get a better look at you.
“Yes, I slept well…” His sentence is punctuated with silence.
“I also slept well. Last night was amazing, Levi.” You press your lips right below his neck. “I really feel like we connected.”
Turning around in your arms so that he can face you, he brings his arms to wrap around you as well. Despite all of the drinks he had, he still remembers everything quite clearly, and he must say, he enjoyed himself tremendously.
“I had a pleasant night as well, my love.”
Though the action is unfamiliar to him in his sober state, he can’t help but kiss the tip of your nose.
The tea kettle begins screaming with steam, and you jump slightly from the surprise, a startled gasp following suit. Levi’s smile shows, and you both erupt in laughter.
Maybe, he really, truly isn’t such a stone cold husband after all.
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ackerifle · 5 months
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Hello! Can you please do a scenario where reader comes to help Levi do paperwork in his office and he offers her some tea. She doesn't think much of it and drinks the tea, but soon starts to feel dizzy before going unconscious. The next day, she wakes up in his bed, naked, and wrapped in his arms.
paperwork date!
yan. captain levi ackerman x fem vice captain. reader
+ CW. — abuse of power & authority, drugging, slight gaslighting, implied: rape/non-con & somnophilia.
you are starting to believe that captain levi’s office is becoming yours with how often you spend your time there. even your fellow special operations squadmates tease you for your absence now that you’ve taken on the new — and quite precarious — position as vice captain. although you have yet to find a plausible reason as to why the captain promoted you in the first place, let alone allowed your entry into his meticulously handpicked squad. and coincidentally, you simply cannot recall the last time you had a break from captain levi’s overbearing presence, and his room, since becoming his vice captain.
oftentimes, at this late hour in the evening, it is you who brews and brings tea for captain levi— per his request, that is, and for whatever godforsaken reason that he has yet to divulge, but who are you to defy orders? the first day you had been requested to his office to assist with the arduous hours of labor that was completing paperwork, you had thought to prepare some tea. it was meant to be a kind, one-time, gesture of reassurance and camaraderie from your end. but now you fear that your captain’s become rather spoiled, as the second time around when you had showed up empty handed, he looked far from pleased.
so alas, you come to a standstill in front of his office’s door. pitch perfect posture, not a thread misplaced on your uniform, and hands settled onto the handles of a small silver platter tray. your eyes absentmindedly drift to the contents atop the salver: a ceramic teapot that is far too nice to have been found in the survey corps, two matching cups and saucers of the same lavish set, a dainty teaspoon, a creamer, and a bowl for sugar cubes accompanied by sugar tongs; and even though you know quite well that he doesn’t utilize the latter two dishware, you are adamant about keeping them for formality's sake. but you can’t help but feel that you’ve neglected to include something in the assortment.
due to your hands being held hostage by the tea that captain levi was so persistent on you delivering, you clear your throat to announce your arrival, “sir, it’s vice captain name.” he doesn’t entertain your salutation with a response of his own, but rather, gauchely slams open the door with concerning haste. you dwell on the fact that it was just too fast, even for someone of his caliber, almost inhumanely so, and it makes you speculate if levi was stationed right at the entrance, waiting for you.
levi’s expression is unreadable, but his frown is apparent as ever. he’s blocking the doorway with his body, one hand holding the door at arms length, and the other pointing inside the room towards the desk at the center of his office, “you, inside. now.” his voice is stern, addressing you as if he were reprimanding you for insubordination. it causes you to grimace, but you know better than to test levi’s last nerve.
you step inside, cautious as to not tip over any of the cups, or cause the tea you had spent such a fastidious amount of time brewing to overflow out past the flange of the teapot. hurriedly and heedfully all in the same, you navigate your way to the guest-side front of levi’s desk, avoiding the chair and stacks of paperwork in your way; and you are beyond attentive whilst lowering the silver plate down until it is completely flat on the table. you don’t release your white knuckled grip on the handles until you see the contents on the platter tray have stopped trembling. had you not been so immersed in your soundless struggle to appease levi’s strict cleanliness standards, you would have picked up on the sound of the door being locked.
sighing softly, relieved, you slump your shoulders and pull the chair beside you by its crest rail, wincing when it scrapes against the floor and creating an obnoxious screech in retaliation, before taking a seat. levi enters your line of vision from the left, and you flinch when he cuts unnecessarily close to you, enough for you to feel his uniform’s coat brush past yours, but not enough to feel his body beneath it. a scowl instinctively makes its way on your face, one that you cannot hide, and you’re thankful he didn’t catch it, faced away from you entirely. levi swivels his heel with sharp precision once he’s stood on his side of the desk, standing in front of his chair, but he doesn’t sit.
there is a pair of inkwells on the desk, wedged between the piles of untouched documents, and you take hold of the one that still has its lid sealed on. near to the opened inkwell are a couple of feather pens, one is in rough condition, and two seem untainted by the ink and whatever iron grip they were unfortunately subjected to for the past few hours. you retrieve the one furthest from the middle of the table, and when it finally dawns on you that levi has still yet to make a move to sit down after a lengthy silence, you hesitantly tilt your head to take a glance in his direction.
he appears in deep thought, concentrated on something beyond your immediate comprehension, until you follow his gaze down to the silver tray. and now that you bring your attention to it, the tea has a delightful aroma to it, and smells as though it’s finally been steeped long enough— “you forgot the strainer.” levi isn’t pointing it out, he’s chastising you.
pesky tea leaves, curse you. perhaps an oversight on your part, the one that you had intuitively sensed earlier but could not place a finger to, but minuscule as a stand-alone mishap. how mean of him, really, it was as if levi was trying to find something he could fault you in. and considering the scrupulous amount of time he took to detect such a minor mistake, he would not be satisfied until he did. you can’t ascertain whether it’s because levi loathes the thought of you doing anything right without his personal interference, or he simply gets a power trip by nitpicking at you. you’re starting to believe it’s both.
“i’m sorry, i can go get one right now—” levi interrupts you, or more fittingly, silences you, without even so much as uttering a word. he takes the handle of the teapot with the two fingers of his right hand, mindful of its fragility, and gathering the teacups together in his left hand. “nonsense, i already have one.”
levi turns his back to you, setting the ceramics atop the dressers lined up on the wall behind his desk. without missing a beat, he locates the drawer containing this supposed strainer with ease, and sure enough, a tiny mesh tea strainer can be seen pinched between his pointer finger and thumb. of course captain levi has this in his office, he may as well have the whole tea set hidden in that drawer, and of course, captain levi can compensate for every single flaw and shortcoming his vice captain has.
his fondness for the craft is evident as he takes it into his own hands to strain the tea for both cups, “sir, i could have done that.” forcing yourself to avert your eyes, as if dismissing the whole (ridiculous) ordeal altogether, aggravatedly setting the closest report down in front of you and skimming the words, “i know.”
levi returns to his seat, this time, he does sit, but not after returning the teapot and teacups to their rightful places on the expertly organized platter, “here.” he lifts one of the cups in that peculiar way that he always does, by the edge of its rim, and extends a hand towards you, “you brewed it, it’d be a shame for me to enjoy all this good quality tea alone.”
reluctantly, you entangle your hands around the handle, impatiently pulling it from his grasp before he can properly let go, and you drink until the teacup is half empty. sparing a passing glance at levi as you carefully set the cup back on its respective saucer, he seems satiated.
falling into routine, the rest of your exchange is done quietly. only the sound of feather pens making detailed incisions on the papers ricocheted throughout the idle office. and perhaps it’s the finely written cursive on the papers, or that it is well past curfew, but your eyelids feel unbearably heavy. it had become increasingly difficult for you to remain upright, slightly swaying in your seat, desperately attempting to regain your composure every time you nearly fall out of your chair. one particularly long blink has you absolutely reeling once you open your eyes, but the feeling of something brushing against your knee has you retaining consciousness instantaneously.
parting your lips with a surprised exhale, your eyes peer down to your legs, but there is nothing out of the ordinary. it must have been the inner side of the desk, the opening that created leg room so two people could sit comfortably across from one another. that sounded far better than accusing your captain of purposefully invading your personal space— seeing as such a thing has never happened before, him intentionally rubbing against your knee with his own, that is. you dismiss the notion altogether, but then it happens again, and this time, it feels like a hand.
“did… did you just touch me?” levi calmly takes his focus off his paperwork, momentarily stilling the movement of his feather pen, “no.” but for some reason, you still doubt him. and levi surmises as much as his eyes narrow, though not with suspicion, but something else that you can’t quite figure out in your delirious state, “are you sure?”
“do you want me to touch you?” he inquires with such sudden seriousness, it catches you off guard. your reaction time has been awful, but you almost immediately blurt out a; “no.” and your response is a little too quick for his liking.
“no?” levi echoes coldly.
no, that is what you recall from your last moments of blurred consciousness, but you can’t remember if you had said it, or levi had. quite honestly, that had become the least of your concerns as soon as you opened your eyes. met with the unforgiving glare of the sun shining through a suspiciously large window that most certainly didn’t belong to your room, you break into a sweat when you inhale the familiar scent of someone else, and you’ve become increasingly aware of how unbearably warm you are. you’ve been stripped bare, and despite being engulfed in a tangle of blankets and sheets, you feel disturbingly exposed. and you know this feeling, one of another naked body pressed against your backside and a pair of arms wrapped around your waist. any move you had initially tried to make was futile, thrashing about to free your own arms from the lock of the other pair, tugging at his wrists and pushing them down with all your might.
it’s startling when the hold around your waist suddenly tightens, as if constricting you out of breath, “you can deny it all you want, but your body loves it when i touch you.” you don’t need to turn and face the man keeping you hostage in his arms because levi’s voice is unmistakable, “it’s about time that i fuck you while you’re conscious anyway.”
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koulakoukoula2003 · 2 years
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Hey can do yandere levi x reader pregnant please
OH MY GAWWWWDDD YEEEESSSS
Yandere!Levi x pregnant!Reader
TW: yandere behaviour, mention of pregnancy ofc, babytrapping
Levi was being so... overprotective. He had always been possessive and protective but now that he had found out you were pregnant, everything had amplified to the fullest.
At first, you didn't want to tell him, you knew he'd become like this, but when you started to puke and faint out of nowhere, he dragged you to a doctor himself without even asking you.
And here you were now, on your comfortable armchair in the home he'd bought for you both. He had married you so fast, he had arranged everything on his own. It wasn't any grand wedding, just you, him and the man carrying out the marriage.
You didn't really have anything or anyone. Your parents had abandoned you in the streets ever since you were little and the military was an easy way to make profit and live beneath a roof and sleep with your belly full.
You were around 19 years old when you joined the survey corps. The military police wasn't an option since you weren't all that skilled, and everybody joined the garrison in your graduation year, so there weren't any empty places left. You were left out and so you had no choice but to join the Survey Corps.
You didn't regret it though, no matter how terrifying it was, the people were kind and friendly, even the superiors, even the newly appointed commander.
Captain Levi had taken everybody's attention. People started to call him humanity's strongest and with every passing expedition, you were starting to realise why.
He had been looking for people to add to his still nonexistent squad, but you had no idea why you were the first he took to his side. You weren't a particularly talented soldier. There were certainly soldiers with a higher kill count than yours.
You had taken out around 15 titans solo and 23 assists. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't actually impressive either.
It all happened so fast. You fell for him, he fell for you, and here you were now.
You watched him ride on his large brown horse towards your house through the window. He was rushing. He always rushed coming to you. He always looked like a God, riding fast like this. His horse neighed loudly as he urged it to slow down suddenly. His black hair waved in the air and his silver eyes were focused and determined.
He rushed to the door and walked in, finding you there, by the window, on the armchair that he had built for you himself.
"Are you okay?! How's the baby?! I haven't been missing too long, have I?"
You giggled. "It's only been a week. I am alright."
He dropped on one knee in front of you, coming face to face with your ever growing belly. He placed a hand on bump and he held your hand with the other.
"She hasn't been giving you a hard time, has she?"
You grinned. "It can be a boy too, you know."
Levi wanted a girl, you wanted a boy. There was no middle ground.
"Then we'll have another."
You laughed. Sometimes it scared you how fast he was moving and how fast he was making decisions about both your future, but right now, you were just happy to see him.
"I missed you." It came out of your mouth without permission and his eyes widened. What was it with that newfound display of affection? He knew you loved him, but you had your difficult times.
How you said you didn't want to marry him and you wanted more in life than this. You were young. Too young to start a family yet. You wanted to fight, you wanted to live first, you wanted... many things that he had snatched away the chance of you to live them.
But now you were here, a housewife, a mother, barely 20 years old. You couldn't complain though. You were far better off than most women your age. Levi took care of you and you were no longer living in the streets.
Plus, you had almost convinced yourself you loved him.
"I missed you too, brat," he pulled himself up on his feet and he leaned to catch your lips in his own.
You hummed in the kiss. So needy and clingy, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and tugged him closer down to you. Maybe your current state was making you need him more than any other time.
He pulled from the kiss and you whined in protest, but he cupped your cheek and spoke. "I'll go get changed and I'll be right back."
You nodded at him. "There's food in the kitchen if you're hungry."
He frowned. "You shouldn't be cooking in your current state."
You chuckled "And what would I eat?"
"I'll be staying with you for a week. I'll cook."
You laughed. "You don't know how to cook!"
"Then teach me."
You sighed "Fine."
"I'll go get changed. If you need anything, just call out."
"Yeah, yeah."
Always so worried. You sighed and waited for him, letting your head roll back to your armchair. Your hands lingered on the bump on your belly. You were on the seventh month and it was getting hard to do the simplest things like lean or tend to the garden that Levi loved so much, or cook and clean.
Before you knew it, you were dozing off in sleep. Not to mention that all you did was sleep and eat like a pig.
Levi returned to meet your sleeping form. A smile tugged at his lips. You were so precious. His precious little wife. The mother of his child. You were everything to him. He'd lose his sanity without you. Even when you were still at the start of your relationship, he'd go insane if he didn't see you for an entire day.
But now you were here, safe, in this little home, in this small village. No one knew you were captain Levi's wife and you were safer like this. He'd keep you safe no matter what.
Levi picked you up. Despite your added weight, he picked you up with no effort at all. You were so beautiful like this, turning to bury your face in his chest, even in your sleep you recognised his presence.
He placed you on your bed gently and covered you beneath the sheets. Sometimes he wondered whether he was obsessed with you or whether this was love. It didn't matter though. You were his. All his.
He didn't know how many hours he stood there, staring at you while you slept. He leaned in and kissed your lips gently not to wake you. You needed rest and he needed to suppress his lust for now. If he had you now, he'd break you.
You were a fighter once upon a time. If he hadn't knocked you up, you would have never agreed to marry him and settle down so fast. You wanted to live your life. What an absurd excuse?
But it was best you never found out about that.
He kissed you all over your face and you hummed in your sleep. He smiled.
"Mine."
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violentvaleska · 8 months
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Levi doesn't really know what has drawn him to you. Perhaps your eagerness to please or your fearful and awe driven gaze directed him. Maybe it was your cute smile or the elegant way you held yourself. It certainly wasn't the fact that you were born in the safety of Mitras and your weak excuse of combat wasn't it either. While you appear to be smart and talented with the ODM gear, you certainly wouldn't do fighting titans. It's that simple. Your purpose as a soldier would probably be death, giving your life for humanity. Levi hates that fact; he despises the idea of you dying. You were subordinated to him after you joined the Survey Corps a year ago and if it wasn't for him, you would have been eaten and ripped apart on more occasions than he would like to admit. 
He expected you to be just that, a rich brat. Probably narcissistic and an egomaniac, having only your own desires in best interest. Most likely arrogant and always bragging about your accomplishments, like Oluo. To his surprise you were nothing like that. Your star struck eyes would always look up to him, a mixture of hope and awe in them. You would follow his every comment, much like Petra, but unlike her you were still in need of extra training.
The Captain always held you close. He would make you stay longer in training, so you could get better and stronger. After he would tell you to shower and meet him in his office to help him with paperwork, something that definitely wasn't in your range of duty. He abused his power over you, using your eagerness to help for his own advantage. Levi thrived, still does, in your attention and obedient behavior. He quite often thinks about you, wondering why a brat of Mitras would join the military. You had no reason to; a rich family, fulfilled life. And while he doesn't enjoy the thought of you with another man, you would have probably married someone of your class and bore him children. These thoughts made him realize that it might be the reason why you left. You did not want to be treated like a baby machine, did not want to marry a stranger twice your age. The Scouts made you free, or so you thought. Truth is you'd never be free, not as long as your Captain was around. It made him wonder what your life was like in Mitras. You were a late bloomer; joined when you turned eighteen, he knew that much. You probably waited to legally decide your fate on your own, without having to worry about your parents intervening. He remembers that day he looked over all of the reports of his new Cadets. You caught his interest.
"Fucking Mitras brat." He spat.
And then Eren came around. Levi was aware of his importance and upcoming changes that would occur with the moment he stepped foot into the Corps. Levi sat in Erwin's office drinking tea while he rolled his eyes at Hange’s rambling, their loud voice caused him a headache. 
"We need you to pick a new squad, Levi. Your Cadets will be handed over to Miche, so you have time to prepare your soldiers for the special operation. " Erwin explained and gave them a meaningful glance. He felt sour at the thought, but eventually decided to dare his luck a little.
"Sure. Am I allowed to hand-pick my new squad?" The blonde, tall man rolled his eyes, giving him a cold facade. 
"Yes. I trust you on your decisions. Do you have anyone specific in mind?" In his head, Levi screamed your name in desperation. 
"Eld is a fine soldier. Petra Ral and Oluo Bozado would be suited too." He halted, glaring at him as he waited for Erwin to agree. He did so gladly. 
"There is someone else." Levi noted and cleared his throat. The Commander gave him a sad look, feeling regret twirling in his gut. 
"You want to drag her into this?" Erwin wondered, hoping to motivate his friend to change his mind. 
"You said you would trust my decisions." Erwin stopped arguing and Levi knew he had Smith wrapped around his finger. He would give him almost anything if it meant that the Captain was happy. Confused Hange scratched their head. "Who are you talking about?" They asked directed at Erwin, they didn't expect an answer from Levi anyways. 
"A Cadet from Levi's current squad." It didn't take more to form Hange’s lips into an 'O' shape as awkward silence hit them. Rumors had already spread in the upper ranks of the squad about Levi being madly in love with his subordinate. The Captain would never dare to call it love though. No, he just gets off on the idea of having control over the Mitras brat. 
"Why did you choose me?" You asked him when the two of you cleaned the hall of your new headquarters, an abandoned castle. It's dirty and if there was something Levi hated more than stains on his clothes it certainly was an unclean environment. 
"Are you questioning my decisions brat?" He felt good, turning the words in your mouth so you would feel sorry.
"I would never dare to, Captain!" You raised your voice in fear, looking at him with hurt. 
"It's just-" You started shuddering at his cold stare, knowing you had to choose your next words wisely.
"There are so many others who are better than me." He nodded his head and agreed with you, your polite smile falling. He felt almost bad, but the thin line of feeling bad and boiling lust was conflicted within him. 
"But I have my reasons. You have other useful qualities." He encouraged her. 
"Like what?" Levi sighted and gritted his teeth, fletching them at her. 
"Oi, shut up now. The floors don't clean themselves." Shrinking under him you held your breath and whispered a small 'sorry Sir' continuing your cleaning duties. 
You didn't have dinner tonight, not enough time to eat. You relaxed in the showers and thought about your mistakes for too long. You shouldn't have lost your temper, shouldn't have raised your voice, after all Captain Levi is your superior, you don't know what has gotten into you. Petra tried to offer you comfort. "He's just stressed." She assured you, as she held your crying body in her arms. "I'm sure he only wants to talk things out with you! You mean a lot to him, I can tell." Her words were smoothing and the two of you made their way into the showers, relaxing under the warm stream of water. 
In his mind the two of you got closer over the past three weeks you were at the castle. With every passing day he got more and more desperate, bombing you with training. Learning about the true purpose of the 57th expedition, he had to make sure that you were safe. The hard work made you feel exhausted and after you had to repeat the same exercise for what felt like the hundredth time you simply snapped.
"I can't do this anymore!" You screamed, while you lost your calm demeanor. Throwing a tantrum around Levi, criticizing him at the same time, wasn't the best idea, you'll admit. The Captain angrily shut you up and squeezed your arm under his tight grip. He felt pissed, angry way beyond your pathetic imagination.
"If you don't get better you will die. I can’t always be there to save your sorry ass Cadet." He was aggressive and shook your body. 
"Then don't! I'm a soldier, it would be an honor to die for your cause." It was the first time he had violently touched you; the back of his hand smacking against your skin. His squad held their breaths in shock and didn't know how to react to his outburst. It wasn't unusual for Levi to get physical with people that misbehaved, but with you it was something else. Never did he lay his hands on you, except in training of course. You were quiet, other than the quiet whimpers that left your lips. It urged him to do worse. 
"Are you dense? You stupid brat don't even know what it means to die in honor. You should have stayed in Mitras with that attitude. I'm in no need of suicidal soldiers." You started crying at this point, shaking under his hands. He felt adrenaline shot into his abdomen, a nice tingle made his member slightly twitch at the sight of you. 
"Then why did you choose me?" He was close to hitting you again, his hand bawling into a fist; knuckles shining white. 
"Meet me in an hour in my office. Clean yourself up, you smell." With that he let you go and walked past his squat, eyebrows furrowing as Petra ran to your side, offering comfort. You didn't deserve that; he thought and shook his head in anger. The two of you were too soft. 
After that you dressed in your fresh formal-uniform and brushed your wet hair behind your ears, trying to appear as neat and dolled up as always, a habit that stuck with you ever since you were a little girl. Your parents made sure that your appearance would match your status as a wealthy Mitras girl. You hated it there, felt trapped and lonely. Some things that were taught to you stayed with you though, like taking good care of your body, always keeping your stuff clean or being polite. Of course, you learned to obey others, especially men, too. They prepared you to be a good wife. It scared you, made you feel sick; the thought of marrying a stranger gave you anxiety. It's why you decided to leave and enlisted in the Training Corps, making your parents disappointed. You felt guilty, as much as you do now. You displeased your Captain, the one you looked up to, the one that makes you eager to submit. You would do anything and perhaps, tonight you will. 
Those thoughts cross your mind as you stand in front of his office and private quarters. The upper ranks really have nice privileges. Your heart pounds against your chest, as you softly knock on the wood. Footsteps emerge as you fitch with the hem of your dress shirt. The door creaks open, revealing your Captain to you. He takes a step to the side, offering you access to his office with a spread arm. You don't look at him when you enter, head hanging low, and eyes fixed on the ground. Your punishment might be a severe one, probably physical discipline. He did punish you twice, made you run around the headquarters for three hours or leave out all the meals once. But this time is going to be much worse, and you know it's the way he looks at you that makes you question his sanity. You should feel ashamed of that. 
"You know Cadet, I could tell that you were on edge as of lately." He starts and takes a seat, making you stand opposite of his desk. 
"And I get it, we all are." He places his slender hands on the wooden surface, the same hands that caused you pain an hour ago. 
"But raising your voice against your Captain? Arguing with him, with me-“ he scoffs leaning forward.
"Now that's disrespectful on a new level. What happened? Did I finally break my favorite toy?" Levi mocks, a sinister expression on his usual stoic face. The last sentence got to you, eyes widening, a little displeased groan escapes you, eyebrows furrowing at the insult. Though, instead of sharing your discomfort with him, you simply answer: "Sorry Captain. It won't happen again." At that he rolls his eyes, shaking his head disappointed. 
"That did not answer my question. Did I break you yet, Cadet?" You wonder if the thought of emotionally dragging you down would please him. It would make sense, he always did show sadistic tendencies around you, bombing you with dehumanizing duties. You agreed to do them with a smile, hoping it would please him and it did. Now you wonder if it just egged him on to be much harsher with you. 
"I was close." You confess and fold your hands in your front, blankly returning his gaze. 
"Good. I hope you know why I'm pushing you harder than the others." His tongue slightly brushes over his dry lips, as he locks his steel-colored eyes on your form. You take a moment to think and hesitantly speak up after a few seconds. 
"I believe it's because I'm not as good as the others." A small smile spreads over his lips as he stands up again. You never saw him smile; it slightly starts to weird you out.
"Correct. You would die out there, I can't have that." Levi walks up to you in a slow pace, his relaxed state dominating the room. You swallow, taking a step back as he closes in. 
"Captain? May I ask why you can't have me dying?" A sight leaves him, as he places a hard on your shoulder, stopping you from moving. 
"Aren't you a nosey girl?" Your Captain states and places his other hand on your other shoulder as well. A bit of panic rises in your gut at the touch. The Captain was never one to show affection and this strange touch simply can't mean anything good. 
"Why did you order me here?" The question lingers in the air like a heavy prayer, making Levi's hands grip your delicate shoulders tighter. 
"Tch. Want me to show you?" He's seconds away from doing something stupid and both of you know it. 
"Yes, please." You murmur and break the contact of your stare, allowing him full authority. With excitement his hands glide from your shoulders to your waist, pulling you closer. He leans to the level of your ear, warm breath and the sudden closeness making you stiffen.
"What I'm going to show you is either a reward-" you feel his hands softly roam your curves, making you start shaking at the feeling it provides you. Not sure if it is desperation or despair, you let quiet whines out, encouraging him to grip your bum. 
"-or a punishment." You yelp as the same hand that caressed you moments ago gave your behind a harsh slap. Biting down onto your lip, you try to push him away from you to no use. He doesn't even buckle under your weak attempts.
"It's going to be up to you, silly Cadet." He whispers and slowly starts to move his head down your neck, placing tingling kisses at your vulnerable areas. Denying that his hands and lips feel pleasurable on your body would be a lie. It feels good, adrenaline rises in your gut as you think about how wrong this is. Superior ranks to yours shouldn't use you the way he does, after all you could report him for his inappropriate behaviors. Though it probably won't be to any good use, because Commander Erwin closed his eyes to the strange relationship of yours months ago. You know that most of the upper ranks suspect something between the two of you and yet nobody came to your help so far, because they don't want to anger Captain Levi. 
At some point you are a mess; cheeks flushed, heart beating rapidly, and your flesh is painted in bite marks. His hands hold you up and keep you from falling into his erratic body.
"Captain-" you wince and grip him weakly against your heated form, allowing even more contact between the two of you. 
"Hm?" He hums and lets his hand wander between your legs, making your posture stiffen. 
"This is wrong Captain, please-" you finish your sentence with a moan as his fingers dance circles around your clit, a wonderful sensation erecting in your abdomen.
"Shut up, it is not." He insists and slowly takes a few steps forward, making you stumble back at the unexpected movement. The both of you crash against his table and with a swift motion it's empty, papers and pens landing on the floor. He quickly makes use of your shocked self and pushes you down onto it, hour back connecting with the hardwood. A sound of pain rings through the room and it takes you a while to register what's happening. Levi presses your body down with his, his heavy breathing catches your attention and the next thing you notice is something hard against your thigh. At first you thought it was his hip bone, but after he starts rubbing it against you realization hits you. Feeling yourself blushing furiously, heat spreads through your stomach like a wildfire. You try to push him away, brushing his hand from you, which only causes him to grind harder against you. 
"No," you whine as he bites your earlobe. "Levi stop!" Your voice sounds muffled, a few tears run down your hot cheeks. He stills for a moment before resuming. Your hips arch upwards, pushing into his hardened length. He groans, mouth wide open while his eyes are squeezed shut. Moving his head from your shoulder to rest his face right below your ear, he whispers:
"You are to call me Captain, Cadet." His breath is warm against your neck, the rough sound of his deep voice sends shivers down your spine, and you let out a whimper that sounds like a plea. He smirks slightly, enclosing his hand around your throat. 
"And I'm calling you mine." He decides and opens your dress shirt, exposing your bodice and skin underneath. In a matter of a minute, you wrinkle completely naked underneath him; plank panic written on your face. He on the other hand is completely dressed, only making the effort to loosen the first two buttons of his shirt. His cravat is placed in your mouth to make you shut up and he observes you with dark eyes, while he pushes his sleeves up to his elbows. 
"You look so beautiful." He whispers and brushes over your cheek, wetting his thumb with your salty tears. His pupils are blown as he slowly fitches with his pants, pulling out his member to the cool air. 
"Please-" you cry out, not sure if you want him to continue or to stop. He looks good that way; black hair falling into his pale face and his posture hovering over your vulnerable form. 
"No, I deserve you this way." He breathes out and leans down.
"You are my subordinate, my soldier. Mine." He groans and starts to slowly rub circles between your already wet folds. 
"Ever since you joined the Scouts you have been nothing but submissive-" He trails off and enters you with his finger, making you whimper. 
Levi thrusts even harder and throws his head back until a deep growl rings through your ears and you feel him twitch. For a moment he thought about coming inside of you, impregnating you so you wouldn't have to attend the expeditions anymore. Eventually he decides against it, the risks of getting into serious trouble are too high. He watches as hot strings of his semen trip onto your lower bell, his face twisting in disgust. He grabs for a napkin in his pant pockets and cleans himself and your skin, making sure that not one single drop is left. He ever so slightly looks at you, trying to read your reaction. Are you scared? Pleased? He can't tell. 
"But I guess people can change, hugh?" He pulls out and leads his finger to his lips, greedily tasting you. Closing your eyes in shame, you bit down on the cloth between your lips, feeling the dip of something hot press against your entrance. You can't hold back your cry when he slides it inside you, stretching you open to take all you are willing to give. His pace increases slightly after he waited for a minute so you could adjust. His hands run through your hair, tugging at any loose strands. Your heart races and your hands ball into fists as you try your best to ignore the burning pain you are in. Levi doesn't stop once. With an angry grunt he slams himself inside and you moan loudly, wrapping your legs around his waist, digging your nails into his broad shoulders. The cloth in your mouths loosens and you take the opportunity, spitting it out.
"Captain. Please-" You cry as you feel your nails digging into his flesh, breaking his pure skin easily. The harsh movements of his hips slowly start to feel enjoyable, the slapping sound of skin ringing in your ears.
"I knew I liked you better when you were quiet." He breathes as he thrusts in and out of you, faster than before. When you thought about your first time it certainly didn’t cross your mind that it would be like this; rough and full hatred. Not understanding why, you would feel pleasure with the way he treats you, you close your eyes and let the sensation wash over you. Your body shakes with each stroke of his cock and your hands start to tremble. A sudden orgasm washes over you and you scream his name, letting it flow free through your clenched teeth. He growls low in his throat when he watches how your hips jerk up towards him. 
You breathe flatly, your back hurting from the hard surface underneath you. Your classy eyes watch the dancing flames of the chandelier above you with interest. You feel exhausted and lightheaded, the feeling of being empty again is weird. The sensation of your climax still lingering in your abdomen. 
"Sit up Cadet." Your Captain demands and helps you into an upright position. 
"Dress. Then help me with those reports." He gestures at the floor, while fixing his shirt, trying to appear not too casual. 
"Yes Captain." You obey his comment, collecting your uniform and undergarments that has been spread around his table. You notice his eyes on your naked body, making you feel uncomfortable. 
"Cadet." He catches your attention as your eyes meet. 
"You don't tell anyone about this. And don't even get the idea of spreading your legs for anyone but me." Levi demands in a grumpy manner. You glance at him, shocked and offended. Never would you dare to do this with any other person. 
"Oi! Do you understand that brat?" ‘
"Yes Captain Levi."
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Forgive me
Yandere! Levi x Former Titan Shifter Female Reader
Humanity's greatest soldier. Or he once was. Not anymore. Damaged beyond repair. Blind in one eye and lost a few fingers. Wounded bones that would slowly heal back.
He is also not as young as he used to be.
Here you were, staring down at his pathetic form. He would always do that whenever he punished you. Sneering at you with arms crossed. Fueling his ego.
He impregnated to betray your people. Fathered your children. You became a mother at a young age.
You spent your childhood training to be the next shifter. The other years, bootcamp and work for the scouting legion.
Barely a legal adult, imprisoned for spying.
Levi Ackerman whipped and tortured you for answers. Seeing your spirit. He degraded you by manipulating your feminine feelings. Your children. No matter who the father was. You felt the love growing when they were inside you. And he knew it.
Now, he is weak. You can kill him before his wounds heal. He looks up at you and with sadness. To your surprise, he doesn't beg you.
You wondered why.
You can't kill him. You hated killing.
You were forced to as a child.
You decided to run away.
"No!"
You looked over your shoulder.
"Please stay with me. I can't live without you. I need you." He held out a bandaged hand missing two fingers.
Levi knew that look. The same way his face had when he couldn't decide whether to choose Armin or Erwin.
He gave you time to think. Levi saw your perky bosoms heave up and down. Levi didn't want to be distracted by your sensuality.
He studied you.
What must you do?
With your young age and beauty, you can easily marry another man from your country of Marley. If you didn't fear your Deity. You could have a line of lovers on the side.
Doesn't matter now. You feel old and tired despite your young age. You blame him. Forced to bear his children whom you love. He then made you marry him. He named some of his children after his dead friends and didn't allow you to name even one of your babies. Year after year. A new child.
Might as well have your own squad.
Will you stay with the man who ruined your life for the sake of your children and your upcoming baby? Again?
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"Please, my love." Levi smiled slightly. "Kill me rather than leave me. You're all I have."
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aphroditelovesu · 2 years
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yan platonic levi ackerman pls?
🗡 Lady L: The first hc on the list completed xD as requested platonic, I did platonic in a general way, not as a father/brother but as a platonic friend or you can imagine otherwise, anyway, they all fit. I hope you enjoy :)
🗡 TW: yandere themes, unhealthy platonic relationships, implicit murder, obsessive and possessive behavior, manipulation and overprotection.
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Levi is not an abrasive or friendly person by nature, so it's very rare to see him getting attached to someone or being kind in general. To most people he is a distant and somewhat intimidating guy and they are right in a way.
But for you he is the opposite of that, he seems like a different person. Ackerman is kind and protective of you, always being by your side encouraging you and being the best friend a person could ask for. But maybe, if you're discerning, you'll realize what he really is.
Levi is always watching you, you will hardly notice, but this man will always know where you are. There is nothing you can try and hide from him, he will always know the truth.
He is a mystery in himself, Levi rarely shows his emotions and is a very cold person. Even for you, his protégé and dear, he won't change, he'll just be more patient and affectionate.
He's a bit too much arrogant, Ackerman considers himself better than anyone, you being the only exception. Levi would never try to be better than you or treat you lightly, he adores you and couldn't treat you like anything less than a princess/prince.
Levi is extremely overprotective of you, he would never let you get hurt or anyone or anything snap a finger at you. He's your best friend, and he knows you trust him and he would never make you doubt his ability to protect you. Anyone who hurts you will not be ignored, Ackerman will make them deeply regret that they even thought of hurting you.
Ackerman has become possessive of you, he doesn't like the idea of sharing you with others. They don't deserve your attention, but he does. Levi will get angry and may become violent if you ignore him for someone else. He will never accept being in the background in your life.
Levi doesn't have an ounce of compassion and mercy for anyone who crosses him and he won't have with those who cross you. All those who dare to disturb you will meet a painful and terrible end. He'll go and tell you in detail what happened to them if you ask, never recognizing the horror on your face.
Levi won't tolerate you leaving him, he knows he's become very important to you and he'll make sure you become so dependent on him that you can't even tie your own shoelace without his help. He wants you to depend on him forever, so that way you'll never stop needing his help, which in turn makes him indispensable to you.
He is a master with words, Levi knows how to manipulate you perfectly. You'll never know you're being manipulated unless he wants to, Ackerman has you completely under his control and he absolutely loves it. He loves the feeling that you'll do whatever he asks and that he's not the only one to be controlled.
Levi doesn't respect almost anyone and that's a fact, but he respects you and loves you, in his own way but he does. He would never do anything to hurt you, if he did he would blame himself forever. He wants you to be happy and he will make sure you are happy and anyone who tries to get in the way will be damned to hell for him. He will make sure of it.
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Teachers Pet 7
I know how long a lot of you have been waiting for this. Even now it’s not completely finished, thats why it’s so much shorter than all of the other chapters. However I completed it to an extent that I think is satisfying. Sometimes, things don’t need to be perfect. That’s a lesson I’ve been trying to take more to heart lately. Thank you to all of you who are still here waiting to see what happens to (Y/N). I’m sorry you had to wait so long. Without further ado, enjoy the chapter.
CW: GRAPHIC TRIGGERING NON CON, Violence, Murder mention, General Obssesive Yandere Behavior, 
As always, please remember this is all fiction. If you feel unsafe in a relationship or just in general, PLEASE seek help. No one deserves to feel like that. Domestic Abuse and SA Hotlines are in my rules. Please stay safe. ❤️
If someone gave you the choice of being in Levi Ackerman's office after you had tried to get him arrested, or being in Antarctica in your undies in the middle of winter, you’d choose Antarctica in a second.
Unfortunately, your professor didn’t present Antarctica as an option when he shoved you into said room.
The click of the lock on the door has always made you uneasy but today it sounds especially heinous. Your skin erupts with goosebumps as your professor turns to face you. You want to ask about Eren, what happened to him, you highly doubt Levi will tell you though.
Maybe he hadn’t seen Eren at all. Maybe he’s just in a bad mood? He hasn’t specifically mentioned Eren. Maybe he just is having a shitty day and wants to take it out on you? Your gut tells you otherwise but optimism is certainly making you feel better.
“So…” Levi begins “Which one of you came up with the plan… you or Jaeger?”
…Well so much for optimism.
“Professor I-”
“Which one of you came up with the plan?” he growls.
You shift uncomfortably at the venomous tone and glare. After a moment of hesitation you concede. “Eren…” you nearly whisper.
Levi sighs in frustration. He leans back in his chair and rubs his temples. “Shitty little brat. I knew I should have kicked him out on the first day-”
“W-what happened-“
“Shut up. You speak when you are spoken to.” He snaps, before sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. He leans back in his chair and looks at you as one might a child who’s broken a rather expensive vase.
“I must admit (Y/N), I'm disappointed in you. To allow your friendship with that boy cloud your judgment of what's important. I thought you were smarter than that.” The man has abandoned his chair in favor of circling you like a hawk might an injured mouse.
Soft tears fall down your cheeks. The more you cry, the more anger bubbles up in your chest. Who does he think he is? He’s a professor at a university, not some god. What gave him the right to treat you this way? You’ve had enough of it. You don’t belong to him. You never will. Fuck your college degree, you’ll work at McDonald’s for the rest of your life if it means a life free from him.
Your heart pounds. You look him dead in the eye and as his hand comes to creep onto your shoulder…
“GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME.”
Your voice rings in your head. You're sure anyone passing through the hallway could have heard you. You look up at your Professor. He stands frozen next to you, hand still hovering just above your shoulder, eyes open wide in pure shock. Neither of you dare to breathe in the silence.
Then, before you can even blink, there is a loud and horrible crack.
You don’t even realize what’s happened when you open your eyes. It sounded like a gunshot. Your ears ring and when you open your eyes it takes a few moments to regain vision. The first thing you notice is that you're no longer sitting on the chair, you’re on the ground. The second thing you notice is the searing hot pain in your left cheek and the blood dripping down your lips. The third thing you notice is Levi's bloody knuckles and rage filled eyes.  
Oh… you’d really messed up now.
Tears cascade down your cheeks as he grabs your collar, pulling you up to look at him.
“Oh? You want me to get away from you? After you try to ruin my career? After you go behind my back after all the help I’ve given you? You think that you have the fucking right to tell me what to do?” He spits.
“L-levi I-” you quiver.
“LEVI NOTHING, (Y/N)” he roars, shoving your body so that it crumples back on the floor like a doll. He takes a shaky breath composing himself. He looks so tall when you’re on the floor like this. Suddenly all the short jokes you and Eren made about him don’t feel as funny when he’s towering over you. He glares down at your quivering body. You’re paralyzed.
“You know I was being gentle with you. I took things slow, I dealt with your bitching, I let you get away with talking to Jaeger far longer than I should have and all it’s seemed to have got me is a little brat who doesn't know how to shut her damn mouth. I was wrong to be so soft with you. I think it’s time I amend for my mistake.”
You feel the dread punch you in the gut. You try to inch yourself away from him as he approaches you but he yanks you up by your wrist and drags you over his desk. He holds you down with a strong arm as he begins to strip your lower garments. You kick and scream, terrified of the monster whose hands your fate lies in, but it’s no use.
“Shut up” He hisses “No one works in this building this late in the night. No one will hear you.” he pulls your hands behind your back and begins to pull your panties down.
You sob fat ugly tears, writhing on his desk in absolute terror, trying anything you can to get the man off of you. He struggles a bit, but his rage gives him more then enough strength to pin you down as he pulls his cock out and lines it up with your folds.
“P-please Levi… Please. I-I’ll do anything. J-just let me go.” you beg in a final desperate attempt to reach the man's conscience.
Levi gathers your hair in his fist and pulls your head upwards. You cry out in pain, tears pricking the corners of your eyes.
“Shut up bitch. You’re going to take every second of this shit and you’re going to stay quiet about it. Just like you’ll stay quiet about what happens tomorrow, and the next day, and every damn day after that until you graduate. You are mine (Y/N). And no one, not Jeager or any other fucking brat in or out of this fucking school, will ever touch you again. Do you understand me?”
You’re silent. Tears fall down your face and onto his desk. You feel his breath against your neck. It’s warm, yet you’re shivering.
He growls, yanking your hair up once again making you yell out in pain.
“I said, do you understand me?” he snarls. His breath is hot. It burns you.
Your heart races. Time seems to move in slow motion. How did you get here again? What did you do exactly? You feel the head of his dick rubbing up against your folds as he begins to push in.
Is this what college is? Is this what the next four years will be? You could drop out. You’d never see him again. That would mean giving up your dream, but was a dream really even worth having if this was what it took to achieve it? It hurts you to think that this is the end of what you worked so hard to get. All those nights you stayed awake studying for the SATs. The countless hours you spent doing extra credit assignments for your AP classes so that you could put a 4.6 GPA on your transcript. The community service, sports teams, music lessons you fit into your schedule. The social life you sacrificed. The essay that you slaved over. The afternoons spent by the mailbox waiting for the letter to come. All for nothing.
Your eyes water and tears fall down your cheeks as he fucks you hard enough to bruise. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. The desk creaks each time his hips slam into yours. It sounds like it's groaning in pain. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth.
You feel hot but you’re freezing. You can’t take it any more. This isn’t what was supposed to happen. Back and forth. You hurt. You can’t. It’s too much. Back and forth. You’re gonna die.
“(Y/N), I asked you a question.” he hisses.
You open your eyes. You’re brought back to the present. To his desk. Where you will degrade yourself for his entertainment once again. Where you will degrade yourself for his entertainment many more times in the future.
On his desk, next to a pile of ungraded papers, sits the same teacup he had offered tea to you in that first day you met him. Looking at it makes you angry. Angry at yourself for falling for his kindness. For not seeing the obvious signs. It bubbles up inside of you. You feel it rise in your chest. It fills your veins. You clench your teeth.
The more you think the more angry you get. You’re mad at him, you’re mad at the school for letting you be attacked by this monster, you’re mad at everyone else for not noticing that anything was wrong. Nobody even bothered to ask you if if you were ok. Not Annie, not Krista, none of your other professors. No one except Eren.
Eren. What happened to Eren? Where is he? Is he ok? Did he get the disc to the Dean? How could you have let him get wrapped up in this? All he ever did was be kind to you and you involved him up in this shit. He didn’t deserve this. He deserved better then you. You hate yourself for doing this. You hate everything.
“I won’t ask you again (Y/N).”
You snap.
Crash.
It all happens in a second. The cup falls to the ground, shattering on the floor. A piece of glass slices your leg open but you don’t even feel it. Adrenaline rushes through your body. You could be shot right now and you wouldn’t feel a thing. All you feel is hatred for Levi and he is standing close enough to you to attack.
In the moment of confusion you punch Levi in the face harder then you’ve ever hit anything in your life. A loud crack rings through the room and the man yells in pain. He instinctively hunches over clutching his nose, blood streaming down his lips and chin. You take the opportunity to tackle him to the ground. You pick up a piece of shattered glass and pin your professor down, holding the sharp shard up to his pale throat.
“Stay. Away. FROM ME. YOU FUCKING FREAK!” You scream. You pant heavily, tears falling on the man's dress shirt.  You’ve lost your mind clearly. You never thought you were a violent person, but you’re ready to murder him if he touches you. Part of you wants too even if he doesn’t. 
Levi looks up at you stunned. For the first time in the month that you have known the man you think you see a glimmer of fear in his slate gray eyes. A part of yourself swells up with pride at that. What that says about you, you don’t know.
The man stares at you for a moment, clearly calculating what he was supposed to do. Your heart pounds, you can’t get a hold of a coherent thought. You don’t even know what you want him to do. 
The world seems to move in slow motion for a moment, the two of you sit there staring at each other. Neither of you move until something in the man's eyes shifts ever so slightly.
It starts as just a half smile. It grows into a chuckle, then a cackle, it grows until he is howling with laughter. You think he may start crying. Your heart pauses.
All of the strength has seemingly left your body, completely caught off guard by his reaction. You continue to thrust the shard up to his neck in a feeble attempt at threatening him. He grabs your wrist and you struggle but lose as he pins it down to the floor.  
He flips you over as if you were a rag doll. The sheer difference in strength between the two of you on full display. Your face is pressed into the floor until he pulls it up by the hair. You catch a glimpse of his face through the corner of your eye. He looks like a maniac. Pupils almost nonexistent and the grossest smile you’ve ever seen in your life plastered across his face.
You’re once again reminded just how weak you are.
“I thought you were smarter than that, my dear.” He breathes.
He presses a chaste kiss against your temple before slamming your head against the floor.
Everything turns dark.
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lazyexcuse · 4 months
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*Y/n and Levi training*
Levi, wiping the blood from his lips with a smirk: “Oh yeah? Is that the best you can do?”
Y/n, holding back tears: “Yeah actually, I’m trying really hard..”
Levi, standing up straight, shocked: “Oh.. ok.. hey— it’s ok—“
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apollodarling-writes · 5 months
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Yander levi ackerman with fam reader pregnant headcanons I need this 😊
yandere! levi ackerman with a pregnant reader hcs
cws: soft levi, stockholm syndrome, fem! reader
— the moment yandere! levi finds out youre pregnant it’s over… and by that i mean he completely switches up his act. what once was forceful and heavy touches now becomes featherlight and hesitant.
— yandere! levi would take time off no matter the cost (keeping his odm gear just in case) and will return home to cater to your every need.
— oh, you need to use the bathroom? here, let him help you up! you’re hungry? hes already making your favorite food. late night cravings? hes whipping something up for you right now.
— yandere! levi will also force you to take vitamins so you and your baby are healthy. there will be no more skipping meals out of anger, no more defiance, nothing. you and your baby need to be healthy. even if you bite the rest of his fingers off, he will make sure you’re properly nourished. you’ve been good for him lately though, so he doesn’t think he’ll have to worry about that.
— yandere! levi is already decorating the spare room for the baby, consulting for everything. what colors are you thinking about for the nursery? which blankets you think the baby will like? are the blankets soft enough? are three dressers enough baby clothes? he got both boy and girl clothes in every style he could find to make sure you could switch up the aesthetic if you feel like it too!
— yandere! levi loooves rubbing your pregnant belly. he often wonders if the baby can feel the love he has for them this way. he also puts his ear up to your tummy and presses gentle kisses to it, murmuring how much he loves you and your mommy and how nice you’ll have it.
— yandere! levi will gently lift the bottom of your tummy once it gets big to take some of the weight off of your hips and back too!
-yandere! levi wants you comfortable, so he’ll make the bed around you more comfortable with blankets. levi will also massage your back and rub your feet once they start hurting. anything for his lovely wife!
— yandere! levi would be a wonderful dad too. he wants only the best for his family and will accept nothing less!
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0asisbliss · 2 months
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You’re terrified. Really fucking scared because why the hell did your best friend just confess his love to you then proceed to kidnap you and lock you in his room. A day ago you two were just having a picnic and laughing at your co-workers..
Dazai, Ranpo, Chuuya, (BSD) Kurapika, Shalnark, Nobunaga (HXH) Levi, Reiner, (AOT) Geto, Gojo, (JJK)
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4ngeldusstt · 8 months
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✨Just a thought✨pt.4
Imagine you being younger than Levi (like in your early 20s) and you are cute, sweet and an absolute sunshine. He obviously has a preference for you, everyone can tell but you are too oblivious to realize, he always chooses you to demonstrate to the rest of the cadets how to do something in training, he always uses you as reference and praises your skills, he’s basically hyper-fixated in you but masks it (not very well, as i said everyone can tell but you) he wants you so bad he’s never felt like this for anyone ever in his entire life, too busy with work he didnt have time for feelings. He wants you but as in wants to massage your sore muscles after a training session, wants to brush your soft hair gently, he wants you to teach him how to do your usual hairstyle so he can do it for you, he wants to hold and comfort you when sometimes you cry at night due to the thoughts and trauma of the friends and comrades you knew were lost in battle, you think no one can hear but he does. He wants to kiss your lips gently before going outside the walls, he for once wants to have someone to take care of and come home to. Even though you also are a squad leader, he wants to be your support and wants you to be his.
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a/n: i had this pure fluff drabble in my drafts and i decided to finally post it!! i hope you guys like these “just a thought” series, they’re easy for me to write and make me feel better cause im posting something, are you guys liking them so far?? ☆彡
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thecuriousquest · 6 months
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Hello can give yandere husband levi ackerman
X wife fem reader headcanons please 🙏 😊
Best Husband Ever
Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs @chickennugnugnug
Warnings: yandere themes, possessive tendencies, over protective tendencies, slight manipulation, spanking punishment, belt spanking punishment threat, breeding kink, NSFW
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⚔️He is a possessive and protective of you. He 100% believes you were made for him.
⚔️Husband Dearest doesn’t talk a lot, but when he does, he’s usually giving you compliments or words of encouragement.
⚔️Soldier Boy doesn’t need to stalk you anymore now that he has you/already knows everything about you.
⚔️He has you right where he wants you.
⚔️Levi doesn’t like it when you talk to other men, so he’s going to be with you on all of your outings to the market or book shop. He’ll make sure you think it’s just him wanting to spend time with you. Try to argue with him about this, and you’ll find yourself having to hold his hand during these outings.
⚔️Short King is another quiet yandere who would rather show his love than gush to you about how much he loves you. He’s not at all like Armin or even Eren to an extent. No, he’d rather show his love through protecting you, listening to you, and showing you that he listens to you by maybe getting you the flowers or book you like.
⚔️He helps you out with cleaning around the house. He knows how laborious cleaning can be. Trust him, HE KNOWS. This man scrubs the floors three times over if it’s not done properly the first two tries. It kind of makes you feel like you did all of your work for nothing when he does that, but then he’s thanking you for the work you put in, and that acknowledgment means something to you.
⚔️Captain Ackerman is patient with you to an extent. He does not like hearing you talk so negatively or complain about how you can’t go out when you want to. He’s always reminding you of the danger which lurks in the village these days, but you try to argue that there can’t always be danger.
⚔️He gives you one look as a warning, and if you don’t heed it, then you’re over his lap getting the hell spanked out of your ass. “Next time, it’ll be the belt,” he tells you as he sets you back on your feet.
⚔️I feel like Levi has a slight breeding kink. Like he just wants to see you barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen.
⚔️Levi is not the worst yandere husband you could get stuck with. At least you know his love is there and that he wants to keep you safe.
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ackerifle · 4 months
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Can you please do a scenario with Yandere Levi who is in an arranged marriage with reader? Their wedding night, perhaps? :)
’til death do us part!
yan. husband levi ackerman x wife. reader
+ CW. — nsfw 18+ mdni; rape/non-con, au: arranged-marriage, mentions of: stalking, blackmail and extortion, slight dissociative rage, levi scares the hoes, rough sex, vaginal sex, cum eating, restraints: leashing and collaring.
it is so sincerely and utterly unfair. there are still far too many things you do not know about your, now, husband. and it is only until long after your departure from the wedding recessional do you ever think to recall such moments of ambiguity from him. but the wedding had gone so well, at least you had thought so, considering it almost made you forget how the evening would inevitably end. you could almost forgive him, for how he was so selfishly, and possessively, claiming you now. baring his teeth, levi is practically fully clothed, while you are bare and naked beneath him— save for the tight leather collar around your neck, tethered by a metal leash that sits pretty in the grip of his right hand.
you’re bent over the bedside, face buried into the silken — now tousled — sheets, along with your hands that held onto them for dear life as he viciously fucked you from behind. how demeaning, humiliating even, but that thought doesn’t dare to cross levi’s mind, not at all. he thinks you’re exquisite. you had looked lovely in your wedding dress and veil, but you look even better now, so helpless and exposed beneath him, so wonderfully, so wholly, his. at first, you had violently clawed and scratched at the collar, struggling with such animalistic vigor when he wrapped it so delicately around your neck. but it seems there’s little to no fight left in you, and your submission brings a sadistic smile to levi’s face.
and as much as he craves to see your face, your expressions of pain and pleasure, to make eye contact with you and intimidate you into giving in further, he’s mesmerized by the way you take him. narrowed, slate eyes observing the way your greedy cunt sucks him back in with every thrust. even as you bit down on your tongue to lower the volume of your moans, your body would betray you, arching your back each time he would buck his hips into you. your skin felt flushed and feverish, leaving you sticky with sweat, and it had become increasingly harder for you to breathe with the collar around your neck. with every tug of the silver chain, you gasped, willing yourself to stay put, and to prevent yourself from going entirely breathless.
and perhaps the worst of it all, was that he had felt so good. as if he already knew how to work you, how to work your body. levi’s left hand was pressed down onto your lower back, his thumb rubbing halfhearted circles on your taut muscles that would’ve soothed you had he been any gentler. he has you panting and heaving, just like he wants— and it shouldn’t have, but his cock filled you up so perfectly, so nicely. every time levi had ruthlessly pounded into you, he would just barely graze your cervix, teasingly pulling at the leash in his hand with every movement. and he knew when you hadn’t choked for air that time, that you were gone.
“i’m glad it all, hah, finally paid off.” levi’s words are incomprehensible to you, pace getting impossibly rougher as if he were intentionally distracting you from his words with each forceful push. fresh tears blurred your darkening vision, and your thighs ardently shook as your sensitive walls enveloped him in a tight embrace, “’ve been watching you for years.”
at this, your eyes snapped open, “had to— make sure you’d remain, ah, faithful to me.” he spoke through low groans and sloppy thrusts into your warm, wet pussy. as if regaining your consciousness, your senses, your arms went straight for the collar. desperately sinking your fingers around the metal buckles, digging your now dull and grated fingernails into the leather until they too, went numb. “’s why i threatened all those shitty brats, those pathetic excuses of suitors of yours.”
levi’s voice began to slur near the end of his confession, but he sounded so, so, content. whether with his own intimidation tactics or with you is unknown. and with his eyes half-lidded, he almost let out a haughty chuckle as he had only now noticed your frenzied scrambling, “told ’em to lay off.” he cursed when you constricted around his length, “or i’d…”
with his left hand, he effortlessly pulled one of your hands from the collar, leading it to rest behind your back. levi leaned forward, pressing down on your nude backside until his stomach laid flat over top of your hand, keeping it in place. his dick twitched inside you when he heard you whimper from the undeniable pressure the slightly altered position granted, as he had pried your other hand in the same manner. had it not been for the fact that levi was now holding both your hands hostage, bound together by your wrists in vice like lock, you may have actually torn through the collar. of course, given a few more hours, maybe.
“or i’d… that’s right.” as if the repetition of his words brought to mind a distant memory, more akin to a repressed recollection of nightmares, levi’s tone dropped forbiddingly flat. and if you had been able to see him, you would have noticed his furious expression, with lips curled into a bitter snarl, and eyes sinisterly glaring down at you. and like a statue, he had stopped moving altogether, “i’ve bloodied my hands for you, broken bones, and fought with those sorry men who thought they had the chance!”
you can’t help the sigh that you softly breathe out. whether out of relief now that his bruising pace had finally stopped, or out of disappointment due to a denied orgasm, you are uncertain. and with your focus elsewhere, his words go straight over your head. but levi doesn’t let up, how dare you not pay attention to him? abruptly, he yanks on the leash with such force, your neck feels as if it’s been decapitated, “so don’t ever say i don’t love you! don’t accuse me of it like you did to your fucking family!” it is like he had completely lost it, snapped out of the euphoric feeling of bliss to lash out at you. and then it finally sinks in, his confessions of coercion and crimes that led up to your inorganic marriage.
but you don’t have a clue as to how he would know of that tight-lipped conversation between you and your relatives. it was in the dead of night, at a grotesque hour where any sound minded individual would have been asleep. only then would you ever profess your dismay for your soon-to-be marital status and husband. and you’re starting to comprehend how serious he was about watching you.
“w-what? hold on–” but it seems that you’ve grasped the severity of your situation too little too late, and you know there’s no point in resisting when levi aggressively slams his hips back down on yours. the fat tip of his cockhead bullying its way back into your dripping cunt, and only until he has stuffed you full again, and he’s satisfied, does he begin fervently moving, “if you didn’t say anything, i— ah, wouldn’t have had to threaten them either!” levi finally concludes with gritted teeth and a tense jaw.
it doesn’t take long for him to work your body again, to push you over the edge, and give you what you want. the licentious and shameless noises you make while he splits you open on his dick only spur him on further, and levi is adamant about holding out to prove his point. even as it becomes absurdly burdensome to keep his own eyes open, he does, just so he can see you come undone. grunting, he crudely drags you one last time by the leash, collar constricting around your throat as levi shoves himself so deep inside of you that it feels that you two have become one. and it’s heavenly when you reach your high, you almost forget about how mercilessly he had coaxed your climax from you, how your body aches, and how perilously you’re in need of air. you almost forget the way it feels when he too, reaches his high, pulling out of you and pumping his cock over your lower back.
the feeling of his seed splattering all over your back and bound hands makes you cringe, and levi releases his grasp on your wrists in favor of puppeting only one of your hands for you— but never does he let go of the leash, “but we’re ’til death do us part now.” your hand is deadweight in his, and levi dips the edges of your fingertips into the pool of cum on your backside before forcing your hand into your mouth. but not without digging your own fingers into the top row of your teeth, pleased with the way the thick white liquid smears against your gums, melding with your saliva, “and i’ll drag you down into hell with me if i have to.”
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koulakoukoula2003 · 2 years
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Overwhelmed (Yandere!Levi Ackerman x Reader) Pt. 1
Pairing: Yandere!Levi Ackerman x Reader Genre: Yandere!Levi, yandere themes, so much smutty smut TW: NSFW, MDNI, ROUGH SEX, possibly babytrapping LMFAO (idk we'll see in the sequel), MAJOR WARNINGS FOR DUBCON, uhm yandere behaviour, reader has low self-esteem but don't we all, creampie, vaginal sex, Levi fucks you like an animal against his desk basically, + Levi's obsessed with you uwu + DARK INNER MONOLOGUE OK? A/N: IDK WHAT THIS IS I JUST KNOW THAT I'M HORNY LMFAO pls heed the warnings and uh pls enjoy (will probably get a part 2 if you guys beg for it) Part 1 >>> Part 2 >>> Part 3
There's a difference between wanting someone and loving someone. Love and obsession are two entirely different things. For you and your Captain, it started innocent.
He had almost fooled you that he loved you. You were convinced he did, and how could you not? When he jumped in to save you from every reckless move, every hopeless attack you made against titans that you wouldn't stand a chance against.
How he punished you afterward. After getting back from such expeditions, he'd make sure to get it through your thick head that you're his. You're all his and you have no right to throw yourself in death's way while you belonged to him.
You were such a pretty thing. Always so willing. So pliant and submissive and bending to his will without any effort on his part.
And here you were now, his hot breath fanned to your ear, his cock buried deep inside your dripping cunt, and his arms around you. You were utterly naked, he stripped you off your clothes the second you walked into his office after he called for you. And now you were here, back against his chest, his rapid breaths on your ear as he fucked you like a dog on a rut. Cock pressing so deep in that position it had your eyes watering. Pretty tears ran down your cheeks but he licked them away.
He always tasted your tears. There was something so salty and sweet about them. There was something so melodious about your sounds. Sounds of pain, sounds of pleasure, the screams of you being overwhelmed by him. He wrapped a hand around your throat, forcing your head back against his shoulder. His cock was hitting painfully against your cervix but the fast rubs on your clit had you stuck on the thin line between pleasure and pain. You didn't mind. You'd take anything he gave you.
"You're mine." He growled against your ear. His fingers tightened around your throat. His thrusts were fast and animalistic. There was nothing normal about the way he was handling you. He was rough, fucking your hole like fleshlight, biting on the back of your shoulder till he was tearing your skin between his teeth. "You're all mine, understand?!"
His thrusts were relentless. There was no way you could respond while he was fucking you like an animal. His fingers rubbed your clit furiously and you threw your head back. You screamed at the top of your lungs and he didn't even make an effort to stop you. He wanted the entire HQ to hear you. He wanted everyone to know you were his bitch. You were his fuckdoll, his pretty little girl. His willing fucktoy, always ready to drop on your knees to please him.
You came so hard. The forced orgasm took a toll on your body. It had you slamming back down on his desk. Your erratic breaths fanned the smooth surface of the wooden furniture. You were utterly naked, but he was still fully clothed. He hadn't even taken his black suit jacket off.
He stopped thrusting. Still buried to the hilt inside of you, cock throbbing so deep, you had caught a glimpse of it bulging in your stomach more than once tonight. Your legs shook. You would have collapsed on the floor if it wasn't for his desk.
A searing spank laid across your already reddened buttcheeks and you cried out. The palm of his hand was so beautifully imprinted on your skin in deep red. Idly he wondered how much more perfect it'd be if instead of red, it was a deep purple. How many spanks would that take? He would definitely try it one day. But maybe not today. You were close to your limits. He coaxed you into five orgasms already. Your pretty pussy was pink and used and your naked body was covered in a thin sheet of sweat. His own sweat dripped from his raven bangs.
He finally released the knot of his ascot from around his neck. He hadn't even noticed it was bothering him until now. He finally took off his jacket, tossing it aside on a chair. He balled up the white fabric of the ascot and he forced it inside your mouth, restricting your sounds, your fast breathing.
He leaned down, still wearing his white shirt. His chest met your back and he kissed all over the purple bruises he had left on your shoulders with his teeth. He wrapped his arm around you, feeling himself in your belly and then slipping down. You were so sensitive, a single swipe of his fingers on your clit had you mewling against the cloth forced in your mouth.
"So wet..." he groaned in your ear. He caught your hair, pulling them out of your face, to reveal your pretty eyes. Beautiful tears had left trails on your cheeks. He kissed them away and you melted.
No matter how hard he used you, you loved it. Every time he touched you, kissed you, held you, you were melting. You knew you were instantly going to forgive everything he did to you because your heart ached for him. You loved him.
But you had no idea what he felt for you. You just knew he went mad without you. One time, he hadn't seen you for an entire day and he almost choked to death two cadets whilst looking for you. Maybe he didn't love you. Maybe he was just obsessed with you.
That was good enough for a nobody like you.
You tried to speak his name but the cloth inside your mouth was muffling you. He pulled it out and you coughed. You breathed hard and your hand struggled to reach back for him.
"Levi..." it came so desperate and pathetic and needy. His cock twitched inside of you. Your hand finally managed to reach for his hair, burying your fingers into them, bringing him down to you closer.
Closer still, please.
"What is it, y/n? Use your words." His voice was deep and breathless and so very soothing, it made your chest tingle.
"Need you..." you licked your lips "...'m yours. I'm all yours, I love you s' much, kiss me please..."
Fuck, you had no idea what you were doing to him when you said things like that. You loved him? You really did? After treating you like this? Was there really someone in his life who could love a bastard like him? An ugly, ruthless midget who lacked all meaning of gentleness and tenderness? Who had no idea how to handle you? How to love you back? Everyone he ever loved, died on him so fast, were you going to be one of them?
No, he wasn't going to tell you he loved you. He was never going to say it because one moment he might say it and the next you're going to die and he would've lost everything.
So, no, he wasn't going to love you. He wasn't going to make love to you because he didn't even know how. Sex was a mere need for him. A disgusting, primal need that he couldn't get rid of and he wished he could. But you satisfied all his needs. You took everything he gave you. Spanking, bondage, pain, degradation. You satisfied that dark, sadistic side of him and you were always so willing to let him push you to your limits.
You had seen that side of him that would have made anyone else run away, screaming in terror, but instead, you even loved him for it.
You were capable of loving him.
He pulled out of you and he flipped you around pulling you off the desk. Your legs almost gave up on you and you almost crushed on the floor but he caught you. He wrapped his arms around you and picked you up bridal style with impressive ease. He was so strong. Always so strong, he could manhandle you and break your body in two before you'd even have the chance to scream for help.
Maybe you'd even just let him.
He took you to his bed and lied you down and took off his shirt and the annoying pants.
He climbed back on top of you, easing his cock inside you again and you gasped. He took your lips in his own and that's when he started fucking you and kissing you like he loved you. He didn't say a word though. There was never any confession. It was just that sloppy kiss that you could have never guessed a clean freak like your Captain would engage in.
You could taste the afternoon tea he had on his tongue. You could smell him, something herbal and detergents and the cleanliness of his impossibly clean bedsheets. You buried your fingers in his sweaty hair and you clutched on him. So desperate and needy.
Maybe you were wrong. Maybe you were just as obsessed with him as he was with you.
He began thrusting again. He didn't even start slow. Slow and intimate sex was something he didn't know how to do. You would have to show him one day if he let you, but for now, you let him fuck you to oblivion while he swallowed your screams off your lips.
His hips slammed against yours and he pulled your legs to his shoulders, forcing you into a mating press. He folded your entire body in half, getting deeper, threatening to break deep into your womb. You screamed and shut your eyes and threw your head back and your entire body shook.
"Just a little more..." He panted into your chest, biting down on your skin. His thrusts, relentless. "...take it for me, y/n, take it... You're mine... all mine..."
He was babbling now incoherently and you knew he was close. Thrusts wild and uneven and cock hitting so deep you could feel him in your throat. His hand dropped down on your clit and you came in an instant. You didn't even get the time to warn him. You screamed and squirted all over his cock and his eyes widened.
"Fuck!" It only urged him to fuck you harder and harder until he came inside you.
Your belly felt so warm and bloated. He fucked you through it, making sure you didn't waste a single drop. You would look so beautiful all stuffed with his kids. His wife. His one and only. No one else for him. He loved you so madly.
He wanted you to abandon everything for him. He wanted you to resign as a soldier. He wanted you to get you a home, give you a family, keep you safe there.
He pulled his face from your neck, realising you had passed out. Your body limp beneath him. Your hands limp around him. Instinctively he checked for your pulse but you were breathing rhythmically. You were alive. You were okay.
He sighed in relief and kissed your parted lips. He licked clean that drop of spit that had started to roll down your lips. He kissed you all over.
He cleaned you and groomed you like a pup. He settled you properly on the bed, in the nightgown you kept around his quarters for nights like this.
He lied beside you and held you all night, unable to fall asleep. He could never sleep when you were sleeping beside him. He watched you because you were so beautiful. He had paperwork to take care of but he found himself unable to move.
You were so beautiful, all he did was stare at you while you slept. Others would've been terrified at the thought of being stared at, but not you. Not you. You were his.
He was already planning of forging a resignation paper. He had learned your handwriting, your signature. He had learned everything about you.
It was for the best. He'd keep you safe that way. You were the only one he had left.
His arms tightened around you impossibly and he buried his face in your hair shutting his eyes, drawing in your scent.
He was going to keep you safe.
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I’m thinking of Yandere!Levi drugging and touching you all over… plotting to take you as his one day 🤭
⚠️ mdni. drugging. noncon touching.
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He insists that you have a cup of peppermint tea every day to maintain good health. You are his personal secretary, after all; if he wants to keep up with his daily tasks, he needs you performing at peak capacity. You’re crucial to his operation.
It’s funny. When Erwin insisted he get an attendent to help with his organization, he did so begrudgingly; now, he can’t imagine life without your aid. Your warmth brightens his darkest days, and when no one else can make him feel through his numbness — a byproduct of excessive loss and agonizing trauma — you always manage to stir up something in his frigid chest.
That’s why he begins to drug you.
It starts out innocently enough. He lets you nap here and there. The sedative helps soothes you. You’re adorable when you’re locked in a deep slumber. The way you drool and hum softly lights his heart on fire. He fantasizes about falling asleep next to you every night, listening to the sound of your breathing as he dozed off. Maybe with you there, he’ll finally be able to rest. He makes it his mission to find out.
That’s when the drugging turns dark.
One evening, after you collapse at your desk from the effects of his drug, he decides against carrying you to the couch; instead, he sweeps you off to his bed. He reasons that you might want to be more comfortable, especially at this time of night, and that he’s doing you a favour. In reality, he’s doing himself a favour. But when has he ever been selfish? Not since he wanted to sacrifice Armin to revive his old friend.
Twisted as it may be, Levi thinks he deserves this.
His hands roam. He gropes and feels you. He relishes in the texture of your skin beneath his palm. Silver irises lock onto your clothed breasts when you inhale sharply. He battles the urge to finger your nipples, plucking them until they’re erect and ready for his mouth. He can’t subject you to such pleasure yet; that’s reserved for when you’re conscious. He implores himself to keep outside your garments and not get ahead of the plan.
He’ll get your body used to his touch first; then, when he’s stimulated and teased you enough in slumber, that your temptation for him is clouding your mind, he’ll wait for you to beg. And you will beg. Playing the long game, he’s proven how much he wants you; it’s your turn to prove how much you want him.
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Imagine.
Chosen to be the next titan Shifter of Marley. Trained to kill innocent people on the other side of the world. Brainwashed to thinking them as devils.
Wanting to stop. But, will be a traitor if you do. Lost your childhood. Your happiness. Your sanity.
Now... Captured by the crazed Captain Ackerman himself.
Degrading you. Disgracing you.
You couldn't give information. Your family and innocent ones related to you will be killed. You signed a contract.
Levi decided to take it up a notch. You ruined him. He blames you for stealing his mind, body, and soul. Especially his heart.
Women are always the downfall of men.
But... The downfall of women are her children.
Levi smirked as he watched your lithe form swell.
As he expected, you gave in for your baby's sake.
You couldn't go back home. A traitorous war weapon on the loose. Wanted dead and hunted down. And the people of Paradis viewed you as an enemy and lab rat.
You were forced to be in Levi's arms. He enjoyed your dependency on him. He fathered all your babies each year for the past seven years.
You loved your children. How could you not? But, you were jealous of them. They had a doting and loving father. While you did not. And a wonderful childhood. His occupation and respect spoiled his children with a wealthy house, clothes, toys, pets and more.
Now, Hanji told you Levi is in the hospital. In critical condition. He might die this time. You should be happy. You were confused that you were not.
Why? He took your virginity, your identity and fixed you to be Mrs. Levi Ackerman, and stripped you out of your Marley Citizenship.
But, who will help you raise your young children?
You don't trust stepfathers. Your own father was cruel to sell you to the lab coats for money. Maybe good fathers like Levi was is rare.
Just because Levi was a good father and a good person means he was a good man. Right? He was cruel to you. Does your feelings and mental health even matter? Your oppression should be unheard?
You put a hand on your aching confused forehead.
Must be the symptoms of your current pregnancy.
Levi woke up from his small coma. He ran to you. And engulfed you in a hug. Trying to mold your body to his...
"My life flashed before my eyes." He recalled when Zeke almost ended him. "I saw your face the most. I thought of you before my friends and our children. I haven't spent any time with you compared to the others." He studied your angelic face. "I neglected the love of my life. What a fool I am."
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He made you rest your head on his muscular chest. He was taller than you. You were average for a woman and he was short for a man. He still overshadowed you.
"Do you love me?" He titled your delicate chin up to see his dark navy eyes.
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"I hate that I love you."
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