#dark!levi

[hambiichu]

Psychopath husband

Sumarry: you married to a Psychopath husband and you have no choice anyhow.

Tags: Deadove do not eat, Psycho! Levi, Fem! Reader, manipulate, murderer, bit gore, dark theme , modern au

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Returning home each day was a nightmarish ordeal, an experience that felt like a twisted narrative from a horror story. It wasn’t that you hadn't once looked forward to your homecoming; rather, the initial excitement had morphed into deep-seated dread after marrying a man whose true nature unveiled itself slowly, like a terrible revelation creeping through the years.

Levi had first appeared as a gentle, kind soul, his warmth and affection wrapping around you like a comforting embrace. Yet, as time wore on, the charming facade began to erode, peeling away to reveal a dark, volatile personality that transformed daily life into an unpredictable descent into madness.

Each day was fraught with peril; even the simplest interactions could ignite Levi's explosive rage. A casual conversation with a co-worker or a harmless comment made to a stranger might suddenly trigger his fury. The transition from an ordinary moment to one of unhinged aggression was alarmingly swift; before you could process what had happened, he had escalated a minor irritation into something far more sinister, a tempest of anger consuming everything in its path.

You lived in a constant state of trepidation, haunted by the chilling suspicion that he could take a life without a moment's hesitation. The thought of his heinous acts was suffocating; you imagined the grotesque methods he employed to “dispose” of his victims—dismembering them and storing the parts in the refrigerator as if they were mere leftovers. The horror didn't end there.

He would turn those remains into twisted culinary creations, presenting them to you as meals he expected you to consume. Each bite in those repulsive dishes felt like eating a grim reminder of his control over you, grotesque punishments for some imagined transgression you could never quite identify.

Despite the unspeakable crimes he committed, Levi evaded the grasp of the law. He held a position as a highly skilled agent within the police force, a role that left you feeling even more vulnerable. In his professional life, he navigated through intricacies with the finesse of a master manipulator, playing the part of a dedicated lawman while cloaked in layers of darkness and deceit.

It was this unsettling skill that ensured he remained undetected. He wore the mask of normalcy so convincingly that it sent shivers down your spine. You often wondered what would happen if he decided to retire; the meticulous operation of his department would surely spiral into chaos, granting the very criminals he pursued an opportunity to rise in power once more.

As you stepped through the threshold of your home, dread washed over you like icy water, pooling in your stomach. Levi awaited you in the living room, his sharp gaze like a hawk’s, penetrating the dim light that did little to relieve the oppressive atmosphere.

"You're late," he sneered, his voice dripping with impatience. The heavy air thickened with tension, coiling around you like a serpent, and an instinctual shiver raced down your spine. You hurriedly removed your shoes, acutely aware of the simmering anger radiating from him.

"I had a rush meeting, and I was needed," you stammered, each word coated in a layer of fear. "I'll try to be home as quickly as possible."

As Levi advanced toward you, the sting of his slap rang out, sharp and jarring, leaving you clutching your cheek in disbelief and pain. Despite the overwhelming urge to retaliate or plead, you remained on guard, the hurt radiating from your cheek as you suppressed a whimper, silently absorbing the humiliation without uttering a word.

"If there’s a meeting, cancel it," he hissed, grabbing your chin forcefully to force you to meet his gaze, his grip like a vice. "Have you forgotten you can have it online? You can do it here and not there?"

Yanking your hair with such brutal force, you felt as if it might tear right from your scalp. He spat your name venomously, a harsh sound that made your heart race. "Do you understand me?”

You nodded, tears welling up in your eyes, a silent admission of defeat, and he finally released you. Levi then seized your arm, dragging you toward the kitchen with little regard for your struggle, and threw you into a corner as if you were no more than discarded trash.

He opened the refrigerator and began to heat something in the microwave, the sound of the beeping timer echoing ominously in the silence. After a few moments, he returned with two dog bowls, one filled with food that sent a wave of nausea crashing through you, and the other with water drawn directly from the faucet.

He dropped the bowls in front of you with a thud, and you recognized the contents all too well—your stomach churned with the horrific knowledge of what lay within. You felt an overwhelming urge to vomit, but deep down, you knew that if you did, the consequences is heavily on you.

"Well?" Levi's voice cut through the silence, his tone both expectant and ominous as he watched you with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. With trembling hands, you slowly brought the food to your lips, fighting against the tide of tears welling in your eyes. Each bite felt like a struggle, an unwilling submission to his will.

The weight of his gaze bore down on you, penetrating deep into your very soul, and you could hardly gather your thoughts amid the storm of emotions swirling within you.

"Apologize for being late," he demanded, his voice dangerously calm, the words laced with an undercurrent of anger. "You’re ungrateful and a bitch for disobeying me."

Apologize?

The indignation bubbled within you. How could you possibly apologize for something that wasn’t your fault? But this was Levi and you knew better than to challenge him. Instead, you mumbled a reluctant, "I apologize. It won’t happen again." The words tasted bitter on your tongue, but you swallowed them down.

"And if there's a meeting?" he reiterated, his voice a low growl. "There’s online. Do it here at home, not there."

You nodded slowly, letting your eyes drop to the floor, feeling the weight of his expectations pressing down on you. After a moment, he nudged your bowl slightly, urging you to resume eating as if it were the most normal request in the world. Obliging, you forced yourself to take another bite.

Levi’s presence felt suffocating, and as he ascended the stairs, you took a moment to breathe, trying to collect yourself.

Before long, he returned, and what he held in his arms sent a wave of horror crashing over you. He cradled a grotesque creation—a doll fashioned from the flesh of his victims, a macabre testament to his twisted mind.

"Look at Mommy," he murmured softly, his voice now eerily gentle as he displayed the horrific abomination before you. "She got punished because she didn't follow my rules."

Your heart raced as he placed the doll before you. Each stitch and seam told a story of terror, a chilling reminder of what he was capable of, and yet he spoke as if the two of you had a happy family, even though you had never given birth.

Levi tilted his head, his soulless eyes locking onto yours, a chilling smile playing on his lips. "Be a better wife. Do you understand me? You don’t want our child to be disappointed, do you? Even me?"

The tears you had been fighting so hard to hold back threatened to spill over, heavy with despair. How had it come to this? The man you once thought you loved had transformed into a source of fear and dread. Yet, this is Levi after all. Your psychopath husband.

"Yes, I'll be better."

[hambiichu]

Murderer

Tags: Dark!Levi, Murderer Levi, Female Reader, detective au, modern au, stalker! Levi, bit gore

-------- part 1, part 2, part 3

You were completely oblivious to the dire circumstances you found yourself in. Bound by heavy chains secured to the bedpost, you wore nothing but the tattered remnants of his clothing.

Your only source of sustenance and hydration was limited to what was left in the room, a cruel reminder that you awaited the arrival of him who held all the power over your fate. The dim light filtering through the grimy window cast eerie shadows, further emphasizing the grim reality of your confinement.

Each tick of the clock echoed your growing despair, as you realized you were utterly trapped in this nightmarish scenario.

His arrival had been much anticipated, accompanied by a palpable sense of impatience that lingered in the air. Despite the long wait and the nervous energy it brought, it was impossible to hold any resentment towards him.

Levi is not just your partner in crime; he’s a steadfast detective with a keen eye for detail and an unwavering commitment to justice. With a calm demeanor and a reassuring presence, he’s the kind of person you can comfortably lean on when the weight of the world feels heavy on your shoulders.

Together, you navigate the complexities of your cases, relying on his sharp intuition and unbreakable loyalty. Whether in the heat of a thrilling chase or during quiet moments of reflection, Levi is always there, steadfast and supportive, ready to face whatever challenges come your way.

You never anticipated that he would turn out to be the infamous murderer responsible for those gruesome crimes that had consumed your life for months. The chilling reality was that he had been right under your nose the entire time, skillfully masquerading as a trusted ally.

As you meticulously pieced together your investigation, he had been privy to every motive, every strategic move you made, and all the intricate plans you devised.

With a deceptive smile and seemingly innocent gestures, he stood by your side, all while concealing his dark secrets and the sinister web of terror he wove around the community. The betrayal cut deep, for the very person you thought was helping you was the architect of your greatest fears.

You placed your trust in him completely, and now you’re facing the repercussions of your own choices. It’s a place you never wanted to find yourself in, yet he wields the power to demand your accountability.

His manipulation was subtle but effective; he turned your love into a weapon, blurring the lines of reality until you believed he was your everything. It clouded your judgment, making you overlook the red flags that were right in front of you, leading you to this moment of reckoning.

The bedroom door creaked open, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. You squeezed your eyes shut, desperately wishing to avoid the sight of him. Levi stepped into the dim light, his presence dominating the space, his dark silhouette framed by the doorway.

In his hand, he held a glinting knife, its blade stained with crimson, remnants of the life he had just extinguished. He moved closer, the air heavy with the metallic scent of blood. With each measured step, he sat at the edge of the bed.

He gently cupped your breasts beneath the soft fabric of your t-shirt, a silent cue that he was present and longing for your attention. You felt a mix of trepidation and reluctance; the memories of previous encounters lingered in your mind, where your resistance had ignited his anger.

You didn’t want to provoke him again, knowing that denying his desires could result in a harsh and uncomfortable response. The air was thick with unspoken tension, and the weight of his expectations hung heavily between you.

In this unexpected moment, he approaches with an unexpected tenderness, his demeanor softer than before. As he leans in, your heart races and a sense of panic washes over you.

You instinctively let out a desperate whimper, struggling to form the word "no" but finding it caught in your throat like a thick fog, unable to escape. The weight of the situation presses down on you, amplifying the urgency of your silent plea.

"Spread your legs for me."

Despite your internal struggle, you acquiesced to his demands, you allowed him. Each time he exerted his will, it felt as if he was shattering the very essence of who you were, leaving your spirit fractured and your body weary, all for the sake of his insatiable desires.

[hambiichu]

Murderer

Tags: Dark!Levi, Murderer Levi, Female Reader, detective au, modern au, stalker! Levi, bit gore

-------- part 1 , part 2, part 3

Levi had meticulously bolted every window and the front door of the house. The heavy-duty locks clicked shut with a finality that echoed in the quiet room. Although you might not label yourself as naive or reckless, you possess a keen awareness of the exact locations where Levi has hidden the keys to these entrances.

You remember the specific types of locks he chose—some intricate, others straightforward but reliable—and that familiarity gives you a distinct advantage. Armed with this knowledge, you feel a surge of confidence; your task, once daunting, now seems remarkably manageable.

The last time you attempted to break free, the consequences were unbearable—scalding hot water had been poured over your skin while you were tied to the bed, restrained with chains that held you helplessly on all fours.

The bruises from the burns still marred your skin, a vivid reminder of the pain you endured. Despite your desperate search, every medicine cabinet and drawer in the house remained bare; he had meticulously hidden away any trace of relief. It felt as if he was torturing you deliberately, enforcing a slow and agonizing lesson that you would never think of escaping again.

Each day, the weight of his control pressed down on you, a constant reminder that freedom was a dangerous dream, one he was determined to quench.

In the days that followed, you found yourself making a conscious effort to be kind to Levi. You diligently paid attention to his every command, striving to fulfill his requests and meet his expectations. This wasn't just about compliance; it was a deliberate strategy to build trust between you.

You were careful to avoid any actions or words that might trigger his anger, mindful of the delicate balance you were trying to maintain. With each small, measured step, you aimed to foster a connection that could withstand the uncertainties of his temperament. It was a gradual process, but every moment spent earning his trust felt vital, as you navigated this complex relationship with caution and intent.

You made a solemn vow to yourself that no future victims on his list would endure the suffering and death that he has inflicted with his own hands. You are determined to put an end to his cruel and gruesome acts that have stolen countless innocent souls. It is nothing short of infuriating that he holds the title of detective, a man who is meant to protect and save people, yet he embodies the very opposite.

Behind the facade of a law enforcer lies a predator, manipulating trust and leveraging his position to carry out his dark agenda. The weight of this contradiction fuels your resolve to stop him, to shine a light on the shadows he has cast, and to ensure justice is served for those he has wronged.

If everything goes according to plan, kill him first, escape, and you’ll soon find yourself returning to the life you once knew—free from this nightmarish existence that has felt like an unending torment. This means saying goodbye for good to the endless struggles and pain you've endured and, most importantly, to Levi, whose presence has only added to your suffering.

Soon, you'll be able to embrace the peace and normalcy you’ve longed for, leaving behind the chaos that has consumed you.

As the front door creaked open, Levi stumbled inside, his presence heavy with the weariness of the day. He pulled the door closed behind him with a quiet click, ensuring it was locked tight against the evening chill. You had just finished scrubbing the last of the dishes, your hands still slightly wet as you cast a sidelong glance at him.

Without acknowledging your presence, he trudged up the stairs, each step heavy, until you heard the soft click of the bedroom door closing behind him. This was the moment you had been anticipating all day—a chance to set your carefully laid plans into motion. With no hesitation, you steeled yourself; the time for action had finally come.

You reached for the knife resting on the countertop, its cool metal glinting under the kitchen light. With deliberate steps, you descended the stairs, your bare feet landing softly on the polished wooden floor, each step echoing in the stillness of the house. As you approached his bedroom door, you took a deep breath, steadying your racing heart. You pushed the door open gently, the hinges creaking ever so slightly, and stepped inside.

The dim light from the street filtered through the curtains, casting shadows across the room. You carefully closed the door behind you, allowing it to click shut with a whisper, ensuring that your presence remained a secret.

Levi had succumbed to exhaustion, his body nearly collapsing onto the bed. His suit was wrinkled and disheveled, mirroring the fatigue etched across his features. Strands of hair fell haphazardly over his forehead as he breathed steadily, lost in a deep slumber.

You took cautious steps towards him, careful not to disturb his peaceful moment. The weight of the knife pressed against your chest felt unnerving, and you focused on steadying your own breath as anxiety fluttered in your stomach. Each inhale was deliberate, each exhale a reminder of the task ahead.

As you swept the knife up into the air, poised to strike his heart, the world around you seemed to fade into silence. The blade glinted ominously in the pale light, its sharp edge promising a swift end. But just as you swung it towards him, a strong hand clamped around your wrist, halting your movement.

Levi, despite his weariness, was alert; fatigue had not dulled his instincts. His fierce gaze met yours, piercing and fierce, a storm of anger and hurt flashing in his eyes that reverberated deep within you, unsettling your very core.

"So, this is all just a game to you?" Levi sneered, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He tightened his grip around your wrist, sending a jolt of pain up your arm as he effortlessly flicked your knife away, the metal clattering and skidding across the room. With a swift motion, he swept his legs out, catching you off guard.

You felt the floor rush up to meet you as you landed hard, the impact reverberating through your body with a bone-rattling thud. The adrenaline coursed through your veins, leaving you breathless and momentarily stunned as you locked eyes with him.

As Levi looms above you, his imposing figure casts a shadow that sends a chill down your spine. With a swift motion, he seizes your wrist, the cold steel of the knife you once gripped now a distant memory. In an instant, he bends your wrist with a ruthless torque, the sharp crack echoing in your ears as pain radiates through your arm. A scream escapes your lips, raw and desperate, as you kick out with your legs in a frantic attempt to break free.

“Pretending to be nice, are you? But then you think you can just kill me?” He sneered, his voice dripping with disdain as he roughly pulled you up, your legs unsteady and unable to support your weight. “I feed you, I shelter you, I make love to you, and this is how I get repaid?” His eyes were filled with a mix of anger and betrayal, making it clear he felt wounded by your actions.

This situation represents one of his classic manipulation tactics, and it's deeply frustrating because you find yourself falling for it time and time again. His charm and persuasive nature make it nearly impossible to discern the truth behind his words and emotions. As a result, you feel a growing sense of self-loathing for being so easily influenced by him.

Compounding this struggle is the physical pain you’re enduring; your wrist, injured and throbbing with every movement, distracts you from clear thinking. The sharp ache reverberates through your body, making it even harder to confront the dissonance between your emotions and the reality of his manipulation.

A searing pain shot through your stomach as Levi swiftly lowered your half-body and delivered a brutal kick that knocked the wind out of you. You dropped to your knees, instinctively clutching your stomach in both arms. Levi wasn’t finished, though; he gripped your hair tightly, forcing your head up to meet his gaze. His eyes were devoid of warmth, hollow, and filled with a palpable rage that seemed to pierce straight through you.

"You think I don't see through your plan? I've been observing every little move you make. The way you hide the keys, the locks you tampered with—I've noticed it all. You intend to escape, eliminate me, and then what? Do you really believe no one will notice? People will inevitably begin to suspect you. And what’s your next step? Once you're out there, what will you do when your family and friends are left dead?"

You stood frozen in place, your heart racing as his words echoed in your mind, relentless and chilling. Your friends and family are dead? The statement felt surreal, a cruel twist of fate that threatened to shatter your reality. A cold wave of disbelief washed over you; this couldn’t be true—no, it simply couldn’t be.

Before you could voice your confusion or denial, he seized you, dragging you across the wooden floor. The rough texture bit into your skin with every drag, and Levi doesn't care.

He led you to a small room just across from his bedroom. As he fished for his keys in his pocket, a sense of unease settled over you. He inserted the key into the lock, turning it with a deliberate motion before pushing the door open.

What lay before you was a sight you wished you could unsee, a scene that sent a wave of nausea through your gut and chilled your veins with horror. The stark reality of the room was unsettling, filled with unsettling details that forced you to confront unspeakable truths.

The walls were a vibrant tapestry of your life, adorned with photos that captured your journey from childhood to adulthood. Framed snapshots showcased your mischievous grin as a child, the proud moments of high school graduation, and the carefree days of college life, each image telling a story of its own.

Scattered among these cherished memories were pictures from your early jobs, reminders of the paths you’ve ventured down.

On the table, your stolen personal belongings were arranged with care, each item telling a tale of its own. Behind them stood a striking photograph of you on your first day at the station, wide-eyed and filled with ambition, a rookie ready to embrace the challenges ahead.

This collection not only decorated the space but also served as a profound reflection of who you are, evoking nostalgia and warmth at every glance.

On the cold, hard floor lay the lifeless bodies of your family and friends, their heads severed and gruesomely arranged within glass jars that lined the walls. Each jar bore a different name, a sad reminder of those you once loved.

The blood, thick and dried, told a chilling tale; it was evident they had met their grim fate long before you knew, the telltale signs of time passing evident in the decay.

"You killed them!" you scream at Levi, your voice trembling with rage and despair as he forcefully throws you towards them. The heavy door slams shut behind him with a finality that echoes in your heart. "You killed them! How could you?!"

As the words leave your lips, tears blur your vision, and the raw pain of loss. Each tear feels like a reminder of the lives lost, the moments snuffed out too soon. Your chest tightens as you grapple with a whirlwind of emotions—hurt, fury, and the unbearable weight of grief.

You feel trapped not only by the physical space around you but also by the memories of those who are now gone, their absence amplifying your sense of vulnerability.

The reality of the situation crashes down on you, leaving you feeling more shattered than ever.

"I killed them the day I kidnapped you," Levi said, his voice steady yet laced with an unsettling calmness as he knelt down to meet your gaze. The dim light flickered around you, casting shadows that danced across his face, revealing the seriousness etched in his features.

"I knew they would search for you, combing through every lead, piecing together the clues. The last thing I wanted was for them to find you and suspect me. I couldn't let that happen." His eyes held an intensity that sent a chill down your spine, a reminder of the lengths he was willing to go to protect his secret.

The reality of his words hung heavy in the air, leaving you breathless with fear and disbelief. Levi leaned closer, his breath brushing against your skin as he caressed your cheek with surprising gentleness. There was an unsettling softness in his eyes, a stark contrast to the chilling words that tumbled from his lips.

“You know, I stalked you ever since you started working at the station,” he said, his tone almost tender yet laced with a sinister undertone. The unsettling admission sent shivers down your spine, as you recalled the countless times you had brushed off the feeling of being watched.

“You were far too naive, too trusting, believing I was just another coworker. You trust and love. Meanwhile, the truth about the people I’ve murdered loomed like a shadow over you.” His gaze held a mix of admiration and malice, making your stomach churn as you realized the depths of his deception.

He let out a cold, mocking laugh as he suddenly grasped your cheeks, forcing your lips apart in a brutal and rough kiss that took you by surprise.

Struggling against his overwhelming grip, you swung your other hand back and struck him on the back with all your strength, desperate to break free. Yet, he tightened his hold on your injured waist, his fingers digging into the tender flesh, sending sharp waves of pain coursing through your body.

He holds it so tightly you well out and scream; Levi bites your lips with so much force it bleeds.

"You have no one to turn to now," Levi said, a cold, calculating smile spreading across his face. His eyes glinted with a predatory gleam as he leaned closer, the weight of his words hanging in the air. "You belong to me—you’re entirely mine to breed and to build a family with."

He flipped you over, pressing your body flat against the cool, hard floor. The weight of his presence loomed over you as he leaned in, a mockery in his voice.

"You’re so naive and foolish; don’t you realize that?" he taunted, a sinister grin playing on his lips. "I would love to give you the punishment you deserve. Just imagine this: making love to you right here, in front of the lifeless bodies of those you care about."

He chuckles softly, a deep, unsettling sound that echoes in the quiet room, as he gently lifts your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. His eyes glimmer with a mix of mischief and menace. "Wouldn't that be rather rude and cruel?" he muses, his voice low and smooth, as if savoring each word.

"You can't run, hide, or call for help. You're with me, forever."

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I would love to write it more and added smut but I scraped the idea since my ideal this is just 3 chapters only.