⟡ AN: definitely going to hell for this one.
⟡ TW: 18+ ONLY, NON CON, daddy kink, kind of incest? (no ACTUAL incest but sort of vibes?), spanking, captivity, overstimulation punishment,
Thinking of an older yandere captor.
He's old enough to be your father and he knows it, but that just adds to the thrill for him. You're so small, so sweet and pure. You have that fresh air of innocence that’s absent among women his own age. He's been around long enough to know that the world is a dangerous place for a girl like you. Your naivety would get you in trouble. That's why you need Daddy to protect you and guide you along.
So, he keeps you locked up at home, right where a good little girl should be, waiting patiently for Daddy to come home from work. You don't have to worry your sweet little head about a thing. He'll provide for you, keep you safe, and make sure you have everything you need to be happy and healthy - all he asks is for you to do your share of the housework and your obedience.
He expects you to show your gratitude by happily offering up your tight young cunt. Allowing Daddy to take out all of his stress on your perfect young pussy. Let him give it his love and stuff it tight every hour of the day. He'll fuck you dumb, sometimes for hours at a time. He wants you to beg him, cry out Oh please Daddy! Please fill up my cunt! as he ruts into you. Always ready to take anything he has to give you with a smile. If you're lucky, he might even reward you for all your hard work. Licking and sucking orgasm after orgasm out of you until you're a panting, dumb mess, begging and pleading for him to please stop! can't take any more!
He expects you to drop to your knees whenever he asks, ready to worship your Daddy's dick and drink down all of his hot cum. Thanking him for his nut with hooded eyes, never ever wasting a drop. He wants you to wake him up with your lips around his cock (unless he gets up first and decides that his dick in your pussy is going to be your alarm clock that morning) thank him as he cums all over your face and happily wear his sperm down to breakfast. He expects you to train your throat for him - practicing daily with dildos while he's at work - working towards finally being able to take every inch in that tiny little mouth.
He expects your tight ass too, much to your chagrin. Every hole is Daddy's hole he says, watching the distress grow on your face as he slides in, not stopping until he's at the hilt. He'll kiss your tears as he pounds you into the bed (or the couch, or the carpet even if he's feeling impatient) cooing sweet things into your ear - praising you for being such a good butt-slut for your Daddy and telling you to let it all out. Don't worry though, all those toys Daddy bought to keep you nice and stretched when he's not around should help with the pain.
He has to hand it to you, you put up a good fight against him at the beginning. You may not be strong, but you're certainly clever. Using a bobby pin you found under his dresser to pick the lock and get out, or banging against the walls while he's at work, hoping that the mailman will hear the noise and come investigate. You'd never get far in your escape attempts though, Daddy always drags you back and puts you back in your place.
After the latter incident, he brought you straight over his lap and belted you until your ass was a bright, firetruck red - then he tied you to a chair, gagged and blindfolded with a hitachi buzzing against your clit. He left you there for the rest of the night, writhing and screaming as orgasm after orgasm was forced out of your shaking body. The next morning he came downstairs to find an absolutely beautiful picture - you shivering, covered in a cold sweat, drool pooling on the floor from where it dripped down your gag, your chest heaving in shaky but balanced breaths as if you were trying very hard to focus on them, to bring your attention anywhere but your aching clit - you looked absolutely spent, but you weren't done.
He could see the relief on your face when he removed your bonds, only to be immediately drained when he pulled you over his lap again. He spanked you again, ensuring that your sweet bottom was properly bruised and aching before tying you back to the chair. You thrashed against him, but it was no use. A little girl like you couldn't ever hope to overpower him. He left you again with the hitachi buzzing away, your wails echoing on the basement walls.
He repeated the pattern twice more, only untying you and carrying you back upstairs once you'd been reduced to a zombie - sitting and taking what he gave you with no resistance, only daring to whimper pathetically as he walked towards you. You were a sorry sight. Daddy didn't like punishing his baby girl, it really did hurt him even more than you, but you needed to learn that he is doing what's best for you. He knows what you need better than you do because he's older and more experienced. You had to trust him and obey.
He put you on your knees so you could beg him for forgiveness, and after you'd swallowed a load of his cum he finally carried you to bed.
Your behavior has vastly improved since then. He only has to correct you for little things now - leaving the lights on when you leave a room, leaving a sink full of dirty dishes at night, accidentally cumming before he's given you permission - little things like that. You were a good girl. He was proud of you and all your progress.
Because of your obedience, he takes you on short trips outside sometimes as a reward. You'd been excited about this at first, but then he informed you that just because you aren't in Daddy's house, doesn't mean he isn't your Daddy. You're still required to call him Dad or Daddy in public. He gets a sick rush when the clueless waitress coos about how sweet it is that he still takes his daughter out even though she's grown up. He loves making you ask him for things - a wave of heat going to his groin when you look up at him with those big bright eyes, a sweet blush dusting your face as you ask could I get a milkshake instead of a sundae, Dad?
The worst incident (or best depending on which party you're asking) was when he brought you to his church. You're forced to smile and play the part as he introduces you to his pastor and the sweet old lady volunteers as his daughter. You leave feeling mortified - knowing that right after the old women invited you to come back any time, reminding you what a lucky girl you were to have such a good father, he brought you to the bathroom and absolutely railed you - grunting that the lord will forgive you as he spilled his worth in your cunt.
You and him have a good thing going, he thinks. Both of your needs are getting met, even if you don't always agree with him on what you need. It was fine. He'd keep on drying your tears until you were finally ready to admit that you loved being Daddy's little girl. You'd come around eventually, you just needed a firm hand and some guidance. He'd make you a Daddy's girl if it's the last thing he does.
Yanderes who eyes are boring into yours as you sob and trying to explain the unexpected pregnancy. Your eyes brimming with tears and slowly trailing down your cheeks as you swore you were on the pill and you’d even used condoms so you had no idea how this could happen!
You were so preoccupied with weeping and blubbering gibberish into his chest that you didn’t notice the wicked grin spreading across his face.
He would pat your back with one hand and use his other hand to play with your tampered birth control in his pocket.
↠ summary: Merely by coincidence, Erwin, your father's former friend had crossed paths with you again after nearly a decade. He offered solace once finding out you were struggling with not just school, but your home life as well. His home he shared with another one of your father's friends, Levi, became a sanctuary. Though, the more you came over for study sessions, the more they wiggled themselves into your private life. And like baby's breath, they weeded themselves in so deep you couldn't uproot them.
↠ word count: 1,288
↠ pairing: levi ackerman x reader x erwin smith
↠ genre/warnings: angst, smut, modern au, DARK CONTENT, yandere, daddy kink, forced infantilism, age gap, emotional manipulation, mindbreak, levi being an asshole
Today started out great!
In the morning Daddy had waken you up, softly brushing the hair from your eyes. He loved to spoil you so. Daddy carried you downstairs even though Levi said that you should start walking on your own. You were glad because last time you tried to walk down stairs you feel and gave yourself a nasty boo-boo. The bruise still throbbed when you shifted your hind leg.
But that’s doesn’t matter because Daddy had kissed it all better! You were always sad when he left for his job. You wish you could keep him here forever where everything was safe and warm. No one would hurt you ever again, or at least what he promised.
You were big, strong girl though. You let him leave with no fuss or else Levi will be angry again. These days that all Levi was. He stared at you like you were bad (and maybe you were). So when Daddy leaves, you stare at the door like the dog you are, waiting for him to come back.
Don’t tell anyone this, but you prefer Daddy. Pups don’t complain, though. You were bad so you need a firm hand. Every glare and tsk was well deserved. You were nothing more than untrained dog. But you can be good!
And good dogs don’t pee on the floor. Your bladder was about to explode. Your other owner had been ignoring you all day. Usually he would lay out a new puppy pad for you to do your business, but sometimes he is so forgetful. You sat so still on your bed waiting for him to notice.
All day Levi had been talking to the scary men in his phone. Every word is clipped and he yelled so loud you flinched. As the sun slipped lower down the sky like yolk in a frying pan, the more you couldn’t ignore your urge to you. You sat on your heel and wiggled in hopes to get rid of the need. If you peed on the floor, he would be so mad and you wanted to be good. You were good. You had to be good.
Letting out a small whine, you eyed Levi as he finally got off the phone. He stood in the middle of the kitchen with his hands on his hips. Those pretty greys glared straight into the grain of the hardwood, lips pinched.
And like a magnetic, you slunk to him on knees and elbows. Your joints ached, but you bared through it. What does a dog care for about bruises? Awkwardly you lumbered towards his coiled tight form. As a snake warns its strike with its spun body, you were the brave stupid mouse tempting fate. He payed you no mind as you nosed at his outer thigh.
His jaw clicked.
He rattled to you and you whined in response. You nosed him again and stared up at him with such pleading eyes. How sad it is that the prey must beg the predator for its compassion.
“What.” He bit with such venom.
Crawling backwards, you entered the entrance of the hallway and nodded to the bathroom. You barked for his attention. He simply stared.
A trinkle started to breach. Pressing your thighs together, you cried frantically. He already looked at you like he hated you and if you soiled yourself, he would- you don’t want to think about it. Bad dogs don’t think of their punishments, that's for owners to care about.
Levi reached for his phone again.
You scrambled to him and shoved your nose into his thigh once more. Pushing so hard that he almost toppled over.
“The fuck?” He seethed.
Once more, you nodded towards the hallway.
“You need to go?”
You nodded your head.
“Fine.”
Before you could sag in relief, he hooked his hand through the back of your collar and dragged. Hunched over, he hauled you down the haul, not caring for how you struggled to catch up. You opened your mouth as you passed right past the bathroom, but snapped it closed as he bit out, “fucking mutt. You have no patience.”
Ripping the door open to the sun room, he flipped the lock and kicked the porch door. You shivered at the freezing wind licking at your bare skin.
“Since you have to go so bad, you can shit out here.”
With a shove, he threw you into the snow. You gasped as powder embraced you. The shock to your system was immediate. Snow slipped into the hem of the leather. Spitting the water from your mouth, you blinked and stared up at Levi as he slammed the door and locked it.
He didn’t even look back as he left you out in the cold. You scrambled to the door and pounded against the glass. It hurt to cry as the salty water froze to your burning cheeks.
“Please…” You whispered, scared to speak. Dogs don’t speak.
Legs and arms bound you couldn’t even hug yourself. Clenching your eyes close, you started to hit the door with more vigor. Your toes were losing feeling.
“Please!” Your voice strained from the lack of use. When was the last time you spoke? When was the last time you were human?
As the bitter reality seeped into your shivering skin, you could only scream and cry. Your chest stuttered with each aching breath. There was nothing left to cling to. The illusion was broken. You were no dog or a baby protected by her Daddy. No, you were nothing more that a stupid, scared girl stuck in a house with evil, horrible men.
This isn’t fair. This isn’t fair at all! You don’t want to deal with this reality by yourself, you want that fuzzy feeling back. This isn’t fair.
It hurts, everything fucking hurts-
Erwin had found you outside, frozen half to death. From where you wasted away on the dog bed, their voices mingling were nothing more than static. Erwin said something to Levi about him being too cruel. You stared at yourself as Erwin stared at the growing wet patch underneath your form.
“For God’s sake Levi, she’s pissing herself because she’s too scared to ask to go to the bathroom!”
But that’s a distant memory. Human once more, you stared at the stain on the covering from the dog bed. You were alone in the laundry room. Each day you were appointed an hour without the restraints. Levi would always give you chores to do instead of letting you rot into the fibers of the dog bed.
Thumbing the stain, you stared at it so tired. Dropping it into the washer, you bend down to grab the jeans at the top of the pile. Reversing it, you flinch as coins fall from the pockets. Must be Erwin’s pockets. You watched as a penny rolled under the washer. Placing the pants down, you dropped to the floor.
Knees cracking from the lack of use, you winced as the movement hurt. Everything hurt nowadays. Bending down so the side of your head as flat against the cool ground, you squint at the the darkness greeting you. Your eyes swept across what wasn’t casted in shadow.
Your brows pinched. At the corner of the washer, something gold glinted in the light. Curious, you slipped your hand towards the little object. With two fingers you scrapped it against the floor until it was presented to you. It wasn’t a coin.
Holy fuck, it wasn’t a coin. The groves that caught against your fingertips was something you only ever dreamt of touching. Tucking it into your palm, you stared straight at a key. The key.
Could you write another lover massaging the yanderes but with Levi Ackerman, Annie, Ash, Sebastian, Yui and Angel Devil(with some sort of clothing covering him probably or another solution you can think of) ?
Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional behavior, clinginess, mentions of self-harm in Ash's part, mentions of sexual assault and scars in Yui's part
🐈⬛Oh~? What do we have here? The level of smugness emitting from this man as soon as you offer to massage him after a particularly stressful day in the Phantomhive manor is unmatched, red eyes regarding you with a mixture of arrogance yet also fondness. This man teases you so much about your offer, especially if you didn't have the fondest opinion of him at the beginning. Still, he would never deny any physical contact with his mate, especially if his darling is the one initiating it. Still, as long fingers slowly remove every piece of clothing from his torso you can't ignore the suggestive gleam in his eyes. Quite honestly, the way he undresses in itself is almost inappropriate for some reason and the more you can't help but stare the more suggestive it seems to get. You're certainly nowhere as good as he is and for the first few moments his perfectionistic nature gets the better of him as he corrects you teasingly where to touch him to make him feel good. After a while he falls silent though and just enjoys the touch of his mate, the occasional growl of enjoyment escaping his chest which catches you off-guard the first few times.
Ash Landers
▫️The thought of that much skinship almost has the angel feeling dizzy as soon as you offer him to massage him. You do not owe him anything at all, he doesn't mind the stress and frustration he feels with such a rotten world as he does it all for you. You actually need a good few minutes before he caves in, your impending disappointment and sadness much more painful for him than his principles. He gets quite flustered as he removes his clothes though, soon followed by a wave of shame as soon as he reveals some of the wounds he has inflicted himself when not feeling good enough for you which haven't faded away despite him healing faster than humans. Honestly, he's terrified. His heart is pounding against his chest, constantly worried that you will criticise him somehow which makes him exceptionally stiff as soon as you start. That tension remains for quite a while though soon you also notice that he's trying to stiffle groans or any other sinful sounds whenever you find a good spot. His pale cheeks quickly take on a pink hue, one he doesn't want you to see as he tries to hide his face. The moment he finally does relax he finds himself tearing up, touched by your kindness.
Annie Leonhardt
💗There has to be an already established trust between her and you or otherwise Annie won't feel comfortable enough with your suggestion. She is in need of some relaxation though considering that she is constantly brooding over everything that has happened. Initially she denies you though after some awkward seconds of thick silence have passed by between her and you. Do not pester her too much or else she will get irritated and rude, do it the right way so that she doesn't feel annoyed. Once you have managed to convince her that she should try to relax for once and that you just want to treat her well Annie is doing her best to hide how flustered she actually is deep down behind her cold facade. Her control flips away though the more layers of clothes she removes until there is a dust of pink on her cheeks. Still, she is very tense and constantly steals glances at you once you start touching her as she isn't quite used to being so vulnerable with someone. Convincing her to relax and loosen up takes a while, all her muscles stiff as if she feels the need to be on alert. Once she slowly learns how to unravel a bit she stops her cautious glances and just silently enjoys the experience.
Levi Ackerman
⚔️Levi struggles to be openly vulnerable after all the tragedies he had to experience throughout his life and you could almost say that it low-key scares him to reveal that much of his heart and thoughts to his darling. Whilst he doesn't outright denies you when you offer him a massage there is still a long pause as you can see the hesitation and conflict deep within his eyes. He struggles with the idea of being so defenseless, of having that amount of physical contact he probably hasn't experienced since he was a baby and held in the arms of his mother. Needless to say, he's awkward and conflicted even once he complies. There is that fleeting look he gives you once he unbuttons his shirt and reveals his battle-damaged torso to you as if he wants to gauge if there is any hint of shock or unease on your face in which case he would instantly stop this idea. He flinches the first few times you touch his body before he forces himself to stay still yet it still takes him quite a while before he slowly allows himself to relax a tad bit more and to loosen up his tense muscles. It's a strange sensation though, a level of comfort he isn't quite used to as he just bathes in the soothing silence between the two of you.
Komori Yui
💎Normally Yui latches on to every bit of affection her darling gives her, especially after everything she went through. However, she is quite hesitant when you ask her if you could give her a massage. There a bite marks all over her body from whenever someone from the Sakamaki or Mukami brothers sucked her blood against her will and it elicits feelings of shame and insecurity awake within her. She's worried that you may find those scars ugly which is why she finds herself having a hard time agreeing to it. It needs reassurance from your side until she agrees. There are still doubts within her mind and even though you assure her that she doesn't need to feel pressured Yui does as you tell her simply because she is deep down scared that she'll lose you otherwise. Trembling fingers still give away how much she is still in distress as she undresses even if she does her best to act like she is fine with it. None of that fear is directed against you though which is why she is begging you to continue whenever you ask her if it's really alright for her. She feels bad for the way her muscles tense and tremble even after she finally relaxes, her body finally recognising you as her safe haven.
Angel Devil
👼Angel Devil finds himself tilting his head, expressing some concerns regarding his abilities to steal the lifespan of those who touch him. Some part of him is still mildly interested to know what massage feels like as he has heard occasionally about all the therapies and the advantages of it. Now, ususally he isn't a fan of being ordered around too much due to his lazy nature but he makes exceptions for his darling. The only thing he insists on is that you cover your own hands as well as his back to avoid any skin contact. Honestly, he has zero ideas of what to expect despite what he has heard in the past as he just lays down, putting an amount of trust in you he very rarely grants other people. The sensation of being touched, even if only through layers of clothing, in such unfamiliar and intense ways catches even him by surprise though for the first few moments. As soon as he has categorised the sensation as pleasant though he lets you carry on whilst he just enjoys the fact that he has to do nothing at all and can just enjoy this massage. Angel Devil finds himself more than once dozing off between sessions, lazy eyes opening before closing once more.
plot: various one shots of yandere house husband levi ackerman x oblivious reader continued — scenario: thinking that you have a secret admirer, levi is not pleased — a/n: reminder, this is a no titans au • w.c: 800ish • masterlist • on ao3
Levi stared at the bouquet of flowers that sat over the breakfast, his fingers drumming against the wooden surface. The arrangement was delicately selected and put together with such care, that it made him seethe.
They were your favourite flowers too and even the binding paper was a colour you enjoyed. Meaning someone took the time to get to know your preferences, which didn’t sit right with him at all.
After all, why would someone else need to know that sort of thing? Didn’t he make it clear enough to everyone that you were his? Perhaps there was someone who simply just didn’t know about him and his role as your loving husband just yet.
If that was the case, then, well… that much had to change, because nobody had any business giving you flowers, especially not ones like these.
As he plotted his search, Levi leaned forward, extending his hand to grab at the flowers, rubbing the petals between his fingers to inspect them further. These were pricy. Likely from Petra’s floristry. Her assortments didn’t run cheap either, so someone splurged with you in mind.
How… unacceptable.
Just as he was done meticulously plucking the flower for all that it was worth, and right before he reached for another one, the front door flung open, revealing your return. Levi stopped in his tracks, dusting away the petals, turning his attention back to you.
“Finally got everything…” you opened up with, settling some produce on the counter. “Can you believe these were all free?”
Levi absentmindedly nodded, smiling for your victory but the gesture didn’t quite reach his eyes. No, he was too focused. He shouldn’t be though. At least not around you. With that, he sat up straighter, smoothing his expression into something warmer, allowing his eyes to wonder around all of the ingredients you managed to score.
“How wonderful,” he forced, “we’re going to eat so well this week.”
However, Levi also couldn’t resist.
“Where did you get those from?” he asked, pointing at the bouquet.
For a moment, you were dazed, but then blinked towards his guided direction. “Oh!” you happily chirped, unaware of his building internalised anger. “I got these from a customer just this morning. Isn’t that so sweet?”
Levi stilled and didn’t answer for a hot beat. He stared at you for a long time, studying both the way you reacted to receiving such a gift and how you spoke about it. You were oblivious. Of course you were. He was used to that much.
“Ah, of course,” he finally said, biting back what he truly wanted to say, “I'll be right back,” he added, slipping out of the front door before you could protest.
As Levi walked, he found himself walking into Petra’s floristry, ready to interrogate if needed, even when he knew he shouldn’t. He stormed inside, the bell above the door swinging with a violent ring that made the shopkeeper pause.
“W-welcome to…” Petra stammered, before realising it was just Levi, “oh, it’s just… can I help you?”
Levi didn’t waste a single second of time before he described word for word, petal for petal, the bouquet that ended up in your hands. “Who bought it?”
Petra blinked, her mind blanking as she tried to recall. “Right… well, um, I think… a military officer swung by for that one and his w—“
“—give me names, Petra,” Levi strained, catching her right before she could finish speaking. A military officer? How quaint. Perhaps it was someone who thought they had a chance. Not if he could help it.
Petra reluctantly gave him a wary glance before reciting the two names that sought the flowers. “It was a thank you gesture.”
Levi paused as a woman’s name popped up, but more importantly, the nature of the gift. He calmed his tone, reigning himself in, “A thank you gesture…?”
Petra nodded, looking a little less nervous now that he was calmer. “Yes, apparently she helped his wife out with something a while ago when she was sick, so they wanted to pick out a bouquet together as a gesture from them both.”
Levi stared at her, feeling the tension gradually leave his body. His shoulders sagged from his once taut posture and he let out a deep, strained breath.
“Ah,” he simply said, returning back to his regular, albeit still stoic self, leaving Petra just as uncertain as before, “in that case then,” he pondered before continuing, “I’ll take another bouquet exactly like that.”
“P-pardon?” Petra replied, although still idly moving to go and sort the arrangement, threading out flowers from pots and lining a sheet of paper on the counter.
“Add in some of those though,” Levi pointed at a few other varieties, knowing you liked those too.
So be it. You’ll have two bouquets on the table.
That much was fair wasn’t it?
His lovely wife who was so helpful, who deserved just a bit of extra praise. Seeing how happy those flowers made you too, thinking back to the glimmer in your eyes as your gaze glossed over them on the table…
Well, it was only fair that he brought you some every week now, wasn’t it?
Confiscation - Obsessive!Levi Ackerman x F!Cadet!Reader:
#Tags: Obsessiveness, possessiveness, he fights you, training, you're sassy, he's unnecessarily touchy, implied yandere, he picks on you for no reason, he's mean to you, hyper fixation, implied closet pervert
Sword divider is by @uzmacchiato !
Attack on Titan:
"Cadet Y/n. Stand straighter."
You gulped at the command in your captain and new squad leader's voice right beside your ear, trying to fix your already pencil-straight posture. These days, you feel like he's been picking on you more than necessary.
With a click of his tongue, Levi crossed his arms, glaring at you in an unreadable manner. "That's still not good."
"This is as straight as my spine can get, Captain!" You scoffed, earning a harsh scoff back from him.
"It should be straighter." His eyes bore into your form as his hand came to rest on the small of your back, pulling you upright his movement didn't change your posture at all.. "And I don't appreciate sass, Y/n."
Clicking your tongue softly, you felt your cheeks flush slightly under his touch. Focus on your task, Y/n! His proximity and the scent of fresh laundry emanating from him sure wasn't helping.
"There we go, all better now," Levi smirked faintly, pulling his hand back slowly, "now we can finally begin the physical combat training. Petra, go with Eld. Gunther, your opponent is Oluo. Y/n, you're mine."
You gasped at his choice of words. Let's quickly recount the past week before we continue. You were shifted to Levi's squad because of your competency and potential for elite-level skills. So, naturally, you tried to be on good terms with Levi! However, uhh... It seems as if he doesn't share the sentiment. Every day for the past week, he's been staring. And by staring, I mean staring.
A full-body ogle, repeat. His teacup was always to his lips, but you swear you noticed a hint of a smirk. Is watching you clean horses or train that amusing!? Furthermore, he gave you the task of preparing tea for him. And, guess what? He never failed to point out mistakes. Every. Single. Time!
"There's too much sugar." Not a single pinch of sugar, for the record.
" It isn't warm enough." It's burning hot.
"Make it again." No explanation as to why, by the way.
"It's too light in colour." What???
The most absurd reason? You can find it there. So, fast forward to today, you were having a squad training session. And, his choice of words was a hint to solidify your thought. Was he riling you up on purpose? Wait, though, why would he? It doesn't really make sense. How well.
"Alright! Captain—"
"It's Captain Levi to you."
"Captain Levi. Fine. Anyways, should we begin?" You fixed your stance, your fists up in the air to prepare for defense.
"This is your problem," a sharp, mocking laugh exited Levi as he moved with a sudden burst of speed, his hands capturing your fists to toss you to the ground like a doll, his form hovering over yours — with no exertion on his face!
"W-Wha—"
"You prepare for defense too soon. I did not even start my offense yet. What was the point of putting up your guard so soon?" His face leaned closer to yours, his eyes roving over your sprayed out form. "And, your slowness to change positions will only get you killed if your opponent is like me. Be grateful that I've gone easy on you. You always duel like this. I've seen you do this exact stunt eighteen times before."
You gasped, "eighteen times?! Captain Levi, I've not even been in your squad for that long."
"Tch. Focus on the task at hand, brat," his eyes darkened as he got off you, dusting his hand off on his pants, "stop catching on useless details and prepare for combat again."
Rising, you took your stance again. This time, you'd go on offensive mode before he could! As you threw a punch at his side, you felt his larger hand engulf yours to stop yours midway.
"This is how you make a punch? I'm considering we should send you off to nursery before bringing you back here, cadet," Levi clicked his tongue again, pulling you close by the hand as he turned you over so your back was pressed against his chest, his hands coming to open your clenched palm in his, "watch and learn."
With that, he leaned closer, his face inches from your ear as he corrected your punch, but all you could focus on was how his breath brushed against your ear! There's no hiding it now. There's something odd going on. Before you could think about it any further, Levi grabbed your chin between two fingers, turning your face to make eye contact with his searing steel ones.
"I expect better from you, Y/n. Do not disappoint me," his eyes surveyed your face as he pulled away, "and Y/n? What's up with those earrings?"
"What about them?" You sighed, your hand reaching up to touch your shiny studs. You had just bought a new pair before being shifted to Levi's squad!
"They're distracting," he murmured darkly, "and I despise distractions. Hand them over."
"What? They're not!"
"They are," Levi glared at you, his hands brushing over them, "it's an order as your squad leader. Give me your earrings."
Grumbling under your breath, you removed your earrings and handed them to him. Ughhh! Taking them from your hands, he pocketed them with strange ease as he pulled away, fixing his cloak. "Training's over. Everyone, out."
Needless to say, your earrings wouldn't be returning to you they're in his secret stash now..
Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed it. Levi sends you some tea ☕ Do send requests for more! 💚
