#Yandere Levi ackerman

[lazyexcuse]

Y/n:, says anything good about literally anything other than Levi, even an inanimate object.

Levi, tosses ring: “Go marry it then.”

[animeyanderelover]

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

Tags: @lovley-valentine7 @leveyani @chxxz @shumidehiro @cachamata

Receiving a massage from their s/o

Sebastian Michaelis

🐈‍⬛​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.

[0asisbliss]

Thinking about yanderes who aren’t the cute little obsessed ones that would do anything for you, but the ones who are the upmost disgusting, and vile creatures who go out of their way to see you in upmost pain and suffering. Who are disgustingly cruel to you, before they even kidnap you they make you suffer by sabotaging your daily life. When they first approached you, you didn’t know who they were at all. They were justifying every little thing they ever did to you. Feeling you up, and embracing you in an alleyway only for you to wake up chained to the floor in some dark room with them no where to be found. It’s all coming back to you however. The signs. There were signs you just never paid attention to them. Remember when you found your pet with its guts splattered on the floor in your apartment, or the time you found your missing best friend’s decomposing body on your bed after work? Instead of hiding yourself and preparing for the worst you went to the police. They could only do so much however. Eventually you thought things would go back to normal after a while. It didn’t, you kept finding and discovering more horrifying things. Which all lead up to this moment in reality. It’s not that bad honestly he just wanted to see you cry is all. He wanted to see you slowly break, and shatter into something that could never be fixed almost like him?

Chuuya, Dazai, (BSD) Shigiraki, Dabi, (BNHA) , Chrollo, Shalnark, Feitan, (HXH) Levi, Reiner, Eren, (AOT) Gojo, Geto, Choso, Sukuna, (JJK) or anyone else you could think of.

[apollodarling-writes]

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!

[yourlocaltrashcan657]

Happy Birthday, Levi Ackerman.

[ackerifle]

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.”

[ghoularaki]

baby's breath | 12

↠  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: 3,347

↠ pairing: levi ackerman x reader x erwin smith

↠ genre/warnings: angst, smut, modern au, DARK CONTENT, yandere, daddy kink, forced infantilism, pet play, age gap, anaphylactic shock, hospitals

Erwin’s humming disturbed you.

You sat in the living room, a lot more docile than yesterday. Honestly, you were more in a daze than anything. Since the intrusive thought entered your head to kill Erwin in his sleep, you never really did escape from the idea. It toiled in your spiraling mind.

The man had you sitting on the floor, various crayons, glitter tubes and glue sticks scattered across the floor. He even allowed you different types of craft scissors along with construction paper so you had the utmost creative freedom. When he presented you the activity you would be doing today, he framed it as you finding a productive way to channel your emotions.

You were bitter for multiple reasons. He knew how much being here caused you turmoil, but still refused to let you leave. Though, you knew it was a little too late for that. A deeper set anger coiled in you. The fact that as a child you were never given this option. If Erwin wasn’t such a pervert, if this was before everything, you would have wanted him as your father instead.

The crayon in your hand snapped in half from the force you were digging the poor thing into the paper. For the past few minutes you had just been scribbling circles upon circles on the pink sheet. You weren’t in the mood to put more effort into what you were doing. Plus you had the inkling Erwin would want to put your ‘masterpieces’ on the fridge. A shutter of disgust gurgled in your stomach.

Similar to yesterday, Erwin had sat on the couch, watching you with a stack of paperwork beside him. Peeking over, you were able to decipher it was for one of his classes. His thin, wire-rimmed glasses slipped down the arch of his prominent nose. The man paid no mind and continued scribbling with his fountain pen. His ankle rested on his knee in a laxed position. If you were dumber, you would think he was comfortable, absorbed in his work. You spied how he watched you through his peripheral.

Turning around, you went back to your own work. Laid on your stomach with your feet in the air, you crossed and uncrossed your ankles in unrest. You hated how he kept such a close eye on you. Never once did you leave his sight. Levi at least trusted you enough to let you go to the bathroom alone.

Speaking of the dark haired male, he would be home tomorrow. You had no clue when, most likely in the morning as to not raise suspicions that the ever so punctual Erwin would miss work again. Anticipation and foreboding plagued you. You could barely stand another moment of Erwin’s babying, but Levi was no better.

A phone ringing startled you. Sitting up to look at Erwin, he cursed under his breath. The call hadn’t been from his phone, but somewhere deeper in the house. From the ringtone alone you could tell it had been from a landline. You tried your best to stifle your excitement. A phone was somewhere readily available in the home and you had a notion it was in his office.

Erwin placed the papers down and got up with forced grace. He didn’t want to seem startled as well.

“Stay.”

You didn’t respond as you went back to your drawings, ignoring him. Erwin stood there for a moment and then left you to your own devices. Toying with the glitter tube, you waited for his footsteps to grow quieter. The second his office door closed, you snapped up and crawled to the edge of the archway. Erwin had really gone into his office.

Crawling back, you strained your ears to hang on his deep timbre.

Yeah, keep talking, you fucking freak, you taunted in your head.

You grabbed one of the craft scissors and went to the couch. Your time alone with Levi has taught you some things about the house and the layout of at least the living room. Being a neat freak, every day when he cleaned, he would lift and move the furniture to make sure no spot was left unsanitized. Tilting to the couch back, you had noticed a small hole in the dust cover.

Laying on your stomach, you reached a hand under the couch, scissors hooked on your pinky. Your fingers caressed the seam until they caught on the hole. Twisting the scissors, you shoved them in—blade first. Gently, you wiggled the handle inside until the scissors were engulfed by the grainy, dark fabric.

As you pulled your hand back, Erwin stopped talking. Time was up. Pushing yourself away and up, you dusted the front of your shirt off. Waddling on your knees back to where you were, just as you laid back on your stomach and cradled the crayon, Erwin came from the archway, glasses gone.

Your heart rattled in your ribcage. You waited for Erwin to quickly catch on. This had been the second time you took and hid something right under Erwin’s nose. You were stretching your luck impossibly thin.

“I think it’s about time for lunch, how about you?” Erwin asked as he strided to your form.

Raising on your elbow to pivot towards him, you quirked a brow, “I guess?”

Crouching down next to you, he manipulated your body so you kneeled in front of him. In an easier position, he grabbed your waist and lifted you up as he stood. Not wanting to fall, you wrapped yourself around him. By now you should have gotten used to how he refused to let you walk.

“The kitchen is literally ten steps away,” You snarked.

“Shush.”

You scowled and debated if you should bite his shoulder. Before you could, Erwin dropped you off at the island rather than the dining table. Spinning the stool around, you observed Erwin glide across the kitchen grabbing this and that. You shivered as the wafting cool air of the fridge brushed past you. The cabinet opened and closed with a thump as Erwin bent down to swipe two apples.

Placing them on the counter, he then reached for jelly that had been untouched. As he grabbed stuff for you, he also grabbed his own food. Going for the drawers, he placed his body in front of the padlock. You had no way to see what numbers he thumbed into the combination. From it, emerged a small knife.

Grabbing a cutting board, Erwin deftly cut your apple into small pieces. Though, he added extra cuts to the reddish skin and pulled them back to make bunny ears. You bit down how your upper lip twitched in irritation.

Once he was done, he reached for the cabinet to the side and grabbed an unopened jar of peanut butter. You squinted to make sure that’s exactly what he gripped. Your mouth opened on instinct to tell him you were in fact allergic, but you stopped yourself.

Sucking your lips in, you had to stop yourself from laughing. Freedom was literally inches away and it had been right there the whole time. The worst case scenario Erwin let you just die on the kitchen floor, but the best case scenario was so much sweeter. You banished the fear. The pain and risk would be worth it.

So you simply stared as he spread the tan, thick paste over the bread along with the sugary jelly. Carefully he cut off the crust and divided the sandwich in fourths to prevent choking. If only he knew. He would be his own undoing.

“Here you go, Princess.” Erwin handed your food to you on a plastic plate with tiny, pink dinosaurs dancing along it. Beside it, he placed a sippy cup filled with milk.

You mumbled, stifling the irritation, “Thanks.”

Nodding, he went to finish preparing his own food. He wanted to make sure his baby girl ate first.

In front of you was your death sentence and your ticket to freedom. You knew what you had to do, but fear still gripped you. Going into anaphylactic shock was terrifying. You had only had episodes a couple times, but after your last one, you were quite frankly traumatized. It had been years, and no one was at fault. You had forgotten your epipen. Your family had gone on a trip and despite telling the waitress your allergy, accidents happen. It was the first time you ever saw your father so scared.

Gulping down your nerves, you grabbed one of the pieces. Shakingly, the sandwich went to your lips. Shoving it in your mouth, you rapidly chewed and swallowed. Reaching for the sippy cup, you twisted it open and downed the milk.

A cough made it up your throat and you didn’t try to silence it. In a matter of minutes, hives broke out all over your skin and you started to laugh.

“Darling?” Erwin turned back to you, concern dripped off his tone.

Placing his own plate down beside you, he leaned over to see the hives creeping up and your eyes were bulging.

Grabbing your shoulders, terror furrowed his brow, “Y/n, what’s wrong?”

As your throat closed up, your shoulders bobbed up and down as you cackled. “I’m allergic.”

He faltered, “A-allergic? Allergic to what?”

Fog overtook your brain as more oxygen depleted. The panic started to overtake your amusement. It had really set in what you had done. Gripping Erwin’s arms, you could barely breathe. Your heartbeat sped up to an unhealthy rate, shaking your whole body.

“What did you do?” He nearly screeched, his fingers digging into your shoulder bones.

“Hosp…” You started, “Hospital.”

Your epipen had to be wherever they hid your car as your bag had been inside it during your fateful visit. There was no other option but to take you to get professional help. That was, if Erwin didn’t decide to let you die.

Erwin shook you and yelled your name, but he was too late. Your eyes rolled into your skull.

Repetitive beeping pounded in your head. Your body ached, mainly your throat. Scrunching your nose, the oxygen mask over the lower half of your face shifted. Lulling your head to the left, your blurry eyes registered the IV stuck in your vein.

So he didn’t let you froth and flail on the floor until your lungs collapsed.

The harsh, sterile lights disorientated you. Weakly, you grabbed the oxygen mask and pried it off your face. Inhaling the stale air, your lungs quivered. You shakingly breathed, the air hiccuping in your throat. Stabilizing yourself, the room was barren and free of both Erwin and a nurse.

With feeble movements, you clutched onto the blanket and shifted it off your body. Forcing yourself up with your hands at your sides, your shoulders strained from the weight. You brushed off how the fluids dripped into your veins left you quaking and exhausted. You haven’t been the kindest to your body, and the torture inflicted on you didn’t help.

You swung your feet off the side of the hospital bed where the IV pole sat. Sliding down until your toes touched the cold, tiled floor, you grabbed the just as cold metal rod. The IV pole rattled as you clutched on it to stabilize yourself. Lugging it with you, you rounded the bed and crossed the room to the door. Peering out the slitted window, you saw no one in the hall.

The door opened with a whoosh. Still cautious, you peeked your head out the door frame to get a better range. Unwinding, empty corridors greeted you.

Tip-toeing out from the frame, the wheels scraped against the cold floors. Going further down the hall, you glimpsed into every room that passed you. Some were empty, others you saw other patients watching the TV. Their faces basked in the glow. Sunlight poured into their open curtain, and yet dimness shrouded you. Time stood still.

Continuing further, you waddled until you hit the desk where the nurses resided. No one was at their station. Confusion enveloped you as you traversed further. Where is everyone?

Deciding to simply ignore the weirdness, you turned your attention back to getting the hell out of here. If you can’t find a nurse to discreetly take the IV out, you will find other ways.

Turning the corner, you stumbled back. Further down the hall stood both Erwin and Levi talking to a doctor. His demeanor had been just as strange as the hospital. They seemed close or familiar with him. You did not like what that entailed.

Shuffling back, you whipped around only to run right into a nurse. She gasped in surprise and gripped your shoulders so you wouldn’t fall.

“Jesus! What are you doing up?” Her voice dripped in concern, but her words were a siren call.

Wide eyed, your focus shifted to the two men who snapped their attention to you. Erwin was better at putting on a facade. For a second you could believe his face truly relaxed in relief and a tiny smile graced his lips for any other reason than not to raise suspicion. Levi had morphed into a chilling stone. His already furrowed brow dipped down further.

Patting Erwin’s shoulder, the doctor let out a chuckle, “I told you there was nothing to worry about.” Walking over to you, he continued, “Come on, let’s check your vitals one last time before we sent you back home.”

Home. That damned place was no home.

Your hands shook as the nurse slipped her hand down to the middle of your back and guided you back down the hall. You dared not to pivot your head and see their faces. You much rather walk to your execution in woeful ignorance.

Keeping your head down, you didn’t look at anyone in the rooms and feel them stare at you as well. The door still open, the nurse pushes you inside with her right behind. Pushing past Erwin and Levi, the doctor followed her.

Both men tried to come in as well, but Erwin had been stopped with a hand on his chest. The doctor smiled, “You guys can wait out here for a second. Patient confidentiality and all the boring legal stuff.”

Your heart almost sang. Was freedom really that close?

“But aren’t I labeled as her emergency contact?” Erwin questioned.

The doctor smiled, “Yes, but that doesn’t give you any legal authority. Let me talk to the girl, Erwin. She won’t die in the five minutes we make sure it’s all out of her system.”

Seeing he was looming over the doctor with a dark expression, Erwin took a step back with an exhale and smiled once more, “You’re right, my apologies.”

Nodding, the doctor closed the door and brought his attention to you. The nurse had taken you to the bed and had you sit.

“Your arm please,” She spoke.

As you offered the arm with the IV in it, the doctor addressed you finally, “Hello Ms. Y/n, my name is Dr. Yeager. I have been your doctor since yesterday. You gave us all a scare, huh?”

His presence had an overwhelming fatherly feel to it, but something off lingered. You knew you couldn’t trust him fully.

You gave an awkward simper and then winced when the nurse pulled out the straw in your vein. “You could say that.”

He hummed at your words. “I was informed that there was no epipen administered before you were brought to the hospital, why was that?”

His words had an accusatory tone, like it was your fault. Well it was, but he didn’t need to know that. “I lost my epipen.”

“That's the same thing Erwin said. Well I put a prescription in to get you a new pen. Don’t lose it this time. I rather not see you again, Ms. Y/n.”

Alarm bells rung in your head. Erwin had both labeled himself as your emergency contact and they would freely be able to get the prescription in your name. Were you not labeled as missing? Had they truly been this thorough that not even medical professionals knew the truth. Your hope dwindled astronomically.

As he berated you, the nurse gracefully finished checking your vitals.

“Everything looks good. Let’s get you the proper paperwork and we can get you right home.”

You tersely smiled, terrified.

They both walked out. Dr. Yaeger pulled Erwin off to the side to explain the proper discharge procedure, leaving Levi to come barreling into the room.

Closing the door while staring you down, he didn’t speak. Your fingers gripped the crumpled bed sheets. He couldn’t harm you here. He wouldn’t be insane enough to that, or at least you hoped.

He prowled closer, like a wolf hunting the wary rabbit. Each step soft and calculated. If he startled you then you would run, not far, but he wasn’t in the mood to give chase.

“After each and every warning I give, you only become bolder and bolder. What good did this do you?”

He stood in front of you, face to face. You couldn’t look away from the burning ashes engulfing you.

You shrugged. In the end, it ultimately did nothing besides more information about the outside world and how no one cared.

Levi leaned forward so his hands rested on the bed, caging in your legs. Your body tilted back to get away, his torso hovered over yours.

His lips parted, ready to speak when the door opened. His head turned away from you and you leaned to the side to see Erwin join. In his hands were new clothes for you. Normal clothes.

Sighing, he departed from you. Going to stand by the wall nearest to the bed, Levi let Erwin have full range of you.

The older man didn’t say a word as he came closer. Instead of attempting to dress you, he placed the neatly folded pile on your lap.

“Go to the bathroom and get dressed.”

Bewilderment would be an understatement, “Huh?”

A scowl pinched on his face, “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Gathering up the clothes, you slipped off the bed and cautiously ambled towards the bathroom diagonal from where you sat. Both of them watched you go into the bathroom and shut them out with a click of the door.

Wanting out of the scratchy hospital gown, you pulled it off from your body. You gleefully change into the jeans shorts and the old band t-shirt. They must have kept some of your old clothes for whatever reason. At this point, you won’t complain.

Your hands still shook as you knew what would become of you the second you opened the door. Turning on the sink, you listened to the water and closed your eyes. The yard stabbed your fluttering lids. You faced the memory head on. It would only get worse now, you have to prepare yourself.

Working yourself through the cold liquid penetrating your sinuses, you breathed. Only air cycled your system. You could breathe.

Exhaling shakily, you blinked yourself back to the present. Flicking off the faucet, you spun and reached for the handle. Swinging the door open, Levi stood as he was before and took his place to sit on the chair by him. Their attention never once strayed from the door as you were greeted with their mutual glares.

“Come here,” Levi barked.

Your hands gripped the hem of your shirt to ground yourself.

He was about to speak when he was interrupted again. This time with a firm knock on the door.

“What fucking is it, now?”

Without being instructed to come inside, the person slid the door anyway. Standing in the doorway was a cop.

You blinked in confusion. Today just kept getting weirder.

Tucking his hands behind him, the cop walked in with an overly pleasant expression. No different than the face Erwin would make to lull others into a false sense of security.

“Good evening, gentlemen and lady. I am officer Zeke Yaeger and I have a few questions for you folks.”

[levisonlylover]

The Aftermath of a tragic mission.

Comforting Levi after he loses his soldiers tragically.

“It’s not your fault.” You say as you finally spoke up after 5 minutes of silence. Despite losing a lot of soldiers and comrades during these expeditions and missions, he still could not take the image off his head. How his comrades died a tragic death. It was the day they tried to capture the Female titan; everything was going according to plan till it attacked his squad. He saw how gruesome and bloody it ended. The blood of his comrades painted the bark and grass red. He tried to take his mind off from it, till he spoke up. “Did I jeopardize my comrade’s safety and life...?” His voice was quiet, almost confused to why he even asked it. You replied, being careful with your tone “No, it was just unfortunate timing, Levi.” Levi was still quiet, it’s nothing new for the other soldiers that feared him, but you knew that Levi can’t handle this the way he usually does. His squad cared for him like family, after losing Isabel and Furlan. ‘History repeated itself once again.’ He thought. You made him his favorite tea, it’s one way to comfort him as you know tea calms him down during these types of moments. You spoke up once again “Levi, you did not do anything wrong.” You rubbed his back in a comforting way, trying to ease up his stress. Levi would trust your word, but somehow this time he couldn’t. “How is this not my fault? Those soldiers were under my command.”  He said, his voice shaking at the end. His eyes were focusing on his teacup; he pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed exhaustedly. “I led them to their deaths Y/N” He added, you try to convince him that he was not the reason by saying this; “We never knew that she would attack like that, it was unpredictable.” But of course, Levi refused to believe that. He kept his thoughts to himself, wondering how he could’ve avoided it. As a few days pass, he starts to move on slowly. Your presence helps him, but the guilt and images of his fallen soldiers were still haunting him. One night he took a short nap, it was late at night, and he was off duty. He had this dream; his fallen comrades were still there. But the only words that came out was “Why did you abandoned us?” The female titan appeared behind his dead comrades and tragically pull their limbs and break their bones apart. Levi woke up, breathing unevenly and his body trembling. He swore under his breath and went to the mess hall kitchen to prepare himself some tea. You on the other hand was there already. “Had a rough night?” you asked him as he prepares his tea. “A damn nightmare is what happened, Y/N” He retorted back, his hands still trembling. You try to comfort him in anyway possible; “Levi, I told you, it was not your fault, we could not predict the female titans’ moves. You know that very well.” Eventually Levi gave into your comfort. But he still couldn’t let that image of his fallen soldiers go. Months have passed since the incident. Your solace and presence kept him sane after every expedition. He knew his line of work is unpredictable, and you both could die at any moment in battle. He kept in his mind that not everything is in his control, he realized that thanks to you. You changed his perspective whenever he loses the soldiers under his command. And even though he cannot change or control anything around his surroundings like death, he at least wants to change it somehow to not lose you too.

Idea goes to: @onloginavely-blog 🫶

A/N: THIS TOOK ME WAY TOO MUCH BRAINPOWER, PLEASE DONT LET IT FLOP!

[trancylovecraft]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ THE CHRISTMAS MENU!

DAY ONE: Levi Ackerman

(YANDERE LEVI ACKERMAN x READER DRABBLE)

CONTENTS

CALORIE COUNT: 1,317 GENDER: Femme 

CONTAINS:

HOT CHOCOLATE: Forced Affection GINGERBREAD: Imprisonment/Punishment ROAST RABBIT: Escaped Reader

CHRISTMAS MENU MASTERLIST

Run.

[F/N] heaved, Her lungs burning like fire in her chest.

Her feet thundered against the floor, The flimsy soles of her shoes crashing against the snow- Crunching, Crumbling- Trying not to trip over any stray rocks as she pushed on through the unforgiving snow, A trail left in her wake.

A trail too easy to follow.

Houses ran by her, Decrepit and ruined with snow weighing down on the peaked roof-tops. Icicles like daggers pointing down, Threatening to fall as she rushed past- Almost shaking from the sheer force her footsteps drummed.

Just keep going- Don’t stop- Not for a second.

Her nose burned at the tip. Her tears frozen mid-fall down her face, Hair sticking to the moisture on her brow. She didn’t know what she was thinking when she took off into the wasteland, Where frostbite was a certainty and death an all-too-real 

She didn’t know what she was thinking, But she did know what she felt.

[F/N] felt absolute, Utter fear.

He was behind her, [F/N] knew that.

Though the rims of her ears were numb to the touch, They were perked, Listening, Carefully. 

She couldn’t hear him.

She couldn’t see him.

But his presence was undeniable. The sheer anger burning holes into her back, A raging inferno amongst the cold wasteland she dared to escape to. [F/N] almost wanted to collapse into the snow, Trip on a rock, Tip over, Hit her head against the toughness below and then maybe then she’d find peace as a mural of red across ivory.

It would be messy, Dirty, It would certainly disgust him. And that just made the picture so much more appealing.

No- [F/N] shook her head as she continued to run- She couldn’t curl up and die like prey. She couldn’t give up now, Not when she had made it out of there, Out of the hellhole he had dragged her into. When she finally had a chance to run free, She wouldn’t let a predator pounce and drag her back kicking and screaming into the sterilised environment of her prison.

[F/N] had to keep going, Had to keep runni-

“Where do you think you’re going?”

SLASH!

[F/N] screamed. Hollering out like a wounded animal as she crashed into the snow.

“N-No- No-!” [F/N] cried out, Her voice strained and hoarse like she hadn’t drank anything in days. Her heels. Her poor heels. A spray of blood was painted across the snow. Beautiful. The only sign of life in this entire place leaving her body.

Severed tendons sliced like wire. Snapping and tearing. Blood birthed from the wound.

[F/N] screamed.

No- No- This couldn’t be happening- Not now..!

Footsteps approached, Crunching into the snow. Her nails scraped against the stone underneath her, Grabbing clumps of snow, Her palms felt like they were melting from the touch.

But it didn’t matter-

She needed to get away- Away from him!

“You’re an idiot.”

A firm weight was pressed into the low of her back. 

[F/N] wheezed. Saliva dripping down her lips, Mixing with the snow.

He stood there, Looming above her like a guillotine. His face shadowed yet haloed by the glow of the midday sun. [F/N] wanted to cry when she felt the heel of his boot jab into her back. Her organs felt like they would burst out at any minute.

“And look at you, The mess you’ve made.” His voice was as annoyed as it always was. Cold. Yet it burned with an underlying anger all too familiar to her.

He was disgusted, [F/N] could tell. Her clothes were damp and dirtied by the snow. Saline and saliva dribbled down her face, Eyes an irritated red and her hair knotted and mangled. The grip on his blades tightening.

“I-I.. I.. I’m sorry-”

“I don’t want to hear any excuses. Do you even know what you’ve done?” Levi’s voice cutted in. Sharp and cold like the tip of his blade as he sheathed it, Lowering down towards her.

[F/N] felt like she was about to hurl when she was hauled up from the snow, Felt like the contents of her stomach was about to pour out. His fingers dug into her sides, Into her skin. Keeping her stable over his shoulder as he began to walk.

[F/N] wanted to scream, She wanted to struggle. But she knew no matter how hard she tried, No matter how desperate her voice got- No one would hear her. Everyone in this place had already long left their homes in favour of the inner walls.

It was dead here. Dead, Dead, Dead. No matter how far she ran in the snow.

[F/N] knew what would happen every time she tried this. She’d be carried back through the frost, Under his arm or over his shoulder. She’d be thrown back into that secluded little cabin, Too sterilised to be called comfortable and too cold to be called a home.

[F/N] hated it. Absolutely hated it.

How she yearned for freedom, To be one with the birds that soared into the sky. [F/N] remembered how dearly she longed for liberty, Even years ago, When she had first joined the scouts as a bright-eyed woman looking for the world outside of the walls, No matter the danger.

She was naïve, A fool.

She should have never joined the scouts in the first place. 

It wasn’t long before she felt her body crash against the tough mattress of a bed, Dropped there unceremoniously by the man she use to call “Captain”.  She was a sobbing mess, Letting out whimpers and groans of pain as the fire burned in her ankles.

She didn’t notice the roll of bandages unfurling in his hand, The damp cloth in the other. She cried when the alcohol was pressed against her skin- Kicking and crying at his hands, Begging for him to stop.

“Stop struggling, You’re making it worse for yourself.”

Levi’s voice was enough to make her shut up instantly, No matter how hard she had to bite her lip to do so. The sharpness of his eyes focused on the cut across her ankles, His hands working tirelessly as he coiled the dressing around her wounds.

No way to run now. Those tendons were the ones that struck down Achilles. The ones that had now struck her down too. How could she even think of running after this? With her feet mangled and bloody, Beginning to stain the bed sheets.

It was disgusting. It was abhorrently painful. But [F/N] knew at the very least that this was the worst of it, The worst that could come of this. Levi, Though cold and unforgiving, Was at the very least aware of how badly she’d suffer because of this.

It was only when the dressing was settled. The wounds cleaned and the blood only bleeding through the bandages did his hands begin to wander. Just as they always did. Reverent as they trailed up her sides, Leaving chills like December wind.

They climbed to her face. Hands gentler than they were slicing her ankles. Their eyes connected, Eliciting a flinch from [F/N] and a grip that could rival iron from Levi.

[F/N] could only keep her eyes shut and imagine greener pastures as his nails dug into the skin of her cheeks. As he leaned forward, The mattress decreasing as his breath fanned hot against her face.

His lips pushed against hers. Unwelcomed.

It was only when they parted however reluctantly did she see the sheer will in his eyes. Levi, How cold and cruel he appeared to be, Yet that glint in his eye burned like a raging inferno- Just for her.

“Don’t do that again, You understand?”

[F/N] looked up at him. Even if he did decide to punish her further, [F/N] knew it wouldn’t hurt more than her tendons. More than the way he touched her.

Being with him?

It was punishment enough.

[lazyexcuse]

*Levi and y/n on their wedding day*

Priest: “Now do we have any objections?”

Levi, stops and turns around, pulling off his suit jacket to reveal the ODM blades strapped to his back. “…”

Everyone: “…..”

Levi, nods his head and clicks his tongue, “Yeah…...OK..”

[appleblueberry-pie]

I read your post about sending requests about yandere levi and something occurred to me, how I would react if you didn't return from a mission and it was all the fault of the squad you were with for not following orders.

If you actually died? If you died, the entire squad would for sure die. And as for everyone else, they probably would never be able to interact with Levi the same ever again. Meaner, obviously more violent, having less mercy during training, etc.

If you came back alone, though, all would be tortured, some would actually be able to continue living(if he felt killing all of them wasn't necessary). If you came back, you would probably have to stop him yourself. I headcanon he often has auditory and visual hallucinations of you to the point where he sees it as normal. So grabbing him physically to make him stop would probably help you spare the rest of those poor souls he planned on killing.

Afterwards, if he didn't do it yet, he would confess his love for you upfront and would also try to convince you to make love with him. At that point in time, he wouldn't have any kind of desire to hide how he feels about you. He would be more direct with his words, show more of how he feels in his body language and would take care of you more often. He already thought he lost you once, he'd rather give all of himself now before it's too late.

[0asisbliss]

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)

[apollodarling-writes]

yan! catboy! worshipper! levi

desc : you picked up a stray catboy from the alleyway and you find that maybe he has more problems than you’re equipped to deal with.

word count : 812

cws : yandere themes, scenting, jealous levi, dubcon implications, smut implications, murder mentions but it’s levi killing his competition and bringing it back as a gift and to prove he’s better than them, slight delusional thinking, desperate clingy bf behavior but you’re not dating and he’s more of an estranged roommate, MASSIVE personality switch up, ooc levi but i genuinely wanna see this man desperate and begging, implied dissociation, this is kind of bad im ngl.

author note : someone requested this, sorry it took so long to get to it. also, here’s a little something i had in my drafts while i finish editing this commission.

you remember how pitiful levi had looked in that alleyway — his clothes torn and too big on his seemingly frail body. he was drenched from the rain, the mud that had been caked onto him softening as shivers wracked his body. the bags under his eyes were heavy and dark, and you’d noticed that he was bleeding… and badly.

you remember the way his ears perked up, his gaze sharpening as he regarded you with a mixture of apathy and contempt; the way his pupils had narrowed into slits and his tail swished in warning. he’d attacked you that night, the wound on your hip later scarring. the levi from that night was so similar, yet so different from the man in front of you.

you were frozen in place, your eyes darting between levi and the corpse he had haphazardly discarded onto your living room floor. his face was marred with blood, a subtle look in his eyes that screamed pride. it didn’t feel real — there was no way this was happening. not to you of all people.

“what the fuck—“ you gesture to the body, your eyes filling with tears. “— is this?

“what’s wrong? don’t you like it?” levi asks, his expression morphing into concern the moment he recognized your appall.

was he serious?

“levi, you killed someone and brought them back to my apartment!” you exclaim, feeling bile rise in the back of your throat as you tear your gaze away from the corpse. “my home has become a fucking crime scene!”

levi’s brows furrow, his ears flattening at your words. seeing him clench his fist, you instinctively take a step back — a feeble attempt to put distance between the two of you. he doesn’t like that.

levi knows he’d be able to catch you if you decided to run, but he wanted you to stay — willingly. he didn’t want to have to force you, knowing that would only put a strain on your relationship. sure, he was biologically much faster than the average human, but he didn’t want to have to resort to using his anatomy to his advantage again.

he doesn’t regret killing any of them — especially not this one. this man was weaker than all of the others, obviously incapable of taking care of you properly. how was that human boy supposed to provide for you? protect you?

“that just shows im better for you, doesn’t it? if they can be taken out so easily, they couldn’t protect you. not like i can.” levi hisses, his features tightening with frustration. “i did you a favor. they would’ve gotten you hurt.”

his tone takes on a more desperate edge as he scrambles to justify his actions, his hand latching onto your shirt in an attempt to keep you in place.

“why are you looking at me like that…? like i’m some kind of monster? i’m not — i did this for you! for us!” levi shouts.

you can’t bring yourself to say anything, your mind spinning as you try to wrap your head around everything. levi had never been like this before; he’d always been distant and put-together, keeping you at an arm's length no matter how hard you tried to grow closer with him.

“say something… please.” the man begs, his arms snaking around your waist as he buries his face in the curve of your throat. levi takes a shaky inhale, your scent doing little to calm his racing heart. usually, it worked like a charm, but the cortisol radiating off of you worried him.

“let go of me, levi.” you mumble, your shaking fingers pushing at his shoulders. he only sniffles in response, his tail curling around your thigh.

“please — please don’t push me away.” levi pleads, his voice cracking. “i—i need you! i’ll die without you! please don’t do this to me…!”

“get out.”

levi’s hold on you tightens, his touch slowly becoming painful. despite your squirming and growing fear, levi only pulls you closer, peppering kisses along your throat and shoulders, mumbling apologies and promising to never do it again. yet, despite the ache in your chest, you stand firm in your decision.

“leave.”

levi’s body goes rigid, his fingers gripping your waist harshly as his voice grows quiet. “we can do this the hard way or the easy way — your choice... but, you’re staying with me whether you want to or not.”

levi takes your silence as an agreement, lapping at and kissing the focal points of your pheromones to mask your scent with his own. “‘m gonna make sure everyone knows you’re mine.” he breathes, a quiet groan leaving his lips.

his movements become more frantic, nipping at your skin in between planting open mouthed kisses against any visible flesh. “i’ll fuck you until the only thing you can remember is my name — until the only scent on you is mine.”

[peachymilkandcream]

Levi NSFW Twitter Links

(WARNINGS: NSFW AHEAD links are not SFW proceed with caution. Please feel free to request specific ones! )

Levi letting Evelyn use his thigh since he knows all she thinks about is sex

Levi got a little too carried away with his breeding kink

Levi making Evelyn squirt while he has his way with her

Getting Evelyn pregnant wasn't a request

Evelyn talked back one too many times

Levi is the one to deflower all her holes

Levi can't get enough of Evelyn

[violentvaleska]

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆

ᴏɴᴇsʜᴏᴛ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ʏᴀɴ!ʟᴇᴠɪ x ғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴀɪɴ ᴅɪᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʟ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴠɪ ᴀᴛ ғɪʀsᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀs ʜɪs ᴅᴇᴠᴏᴛᴇᴅ sᴜʙᴏʀᴅɪɴᴀᴛᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏsɪᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴅᴇsɪʀᴀʙʟᴇ ғᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ-ɪɴᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ, ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ-ᴅʏɴᴀᴍɪᴄs, sᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴛᴇɴsɪᴏɴ, ᴍɪsᴛʀᴇᴀᴛᴍᴇɴᴛ, ᴀʙᴜsɪᴠᴇ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ, ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ, sᴍᴜᴛ, ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ, ᴅᴜʙᴄᴏɴ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ʙᴀʙʏ ᴛʀᴀᴘᴘɪɴɢ

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."

[ambrosialdesire]

what are your thoughts on yandere levi 😩

my thoughts are: HELL YES

assuming that this is captain levi you're talking about, he's an already pretty terrifying force to be messing with in the first place, whether you are part of the corps or the enemy. to add on the yandere trope onto his character, you're in deep trouble LOL

ngl for me, it really varies on what kind of yandere he is depending on who he's interested in. for now, i'm only going to be explaining the instances and scenarios of reader either being a survey corps low-ranked soldier, marleyan captain enemy, and civilian.

i didn't mean for this to be so long but levi's been one of my favorites since middle school (literally was insane for him back then before reiner's s4 glowup lolol)

this is written as a gender-neutral reader sorta, no pronouns are used but it's slightly implied that this is a fem reader.

tw: manipulation, abuse of power, inappropriate touching, possessive behavior, implied non-con, implied mind-breaking

if you're part of the survey corps but serving as a low ranked soldier compared to levi, he constantly abuses his power over you. it doesn't show at all that he likes you, it's him mostly making you do things for him like you were his personal secretary. he takes you out of training to clean his office instead (he'd make you do it over and over again if it's not up to his standards), takes you away from your lunch group so you can boil his tea for him, sometimes just pulling you out of anything you're doing just to hang around him. at first, you were excited to take any job from him, after all, levi's one of the top soldiers in the corps. it was completely out of respect for the man until you begun to realize that he's just using you to only do "desk-jobs". you start getting sick of doing meaningless jobs for him but you're terrified of even saying anything about it to humanity's strongest soldier. levi's never going to be the really touchy type in any of my renditions of him being a yandere, but you've occasionally felt his faint touches around certain parts of your body as if a ghost had brushed past you; other times, he sternly grips your forearm or shoulder whenever he's in a not-so-pleasant mood. since him and erwin are buddy-buddy, he turns an eye with his behavior towards you, telling you that he would report the mistreatment to the higher-ups but really just throw away the files. he doesn't want his best soldier to falter anytime soon and you being a little special treat to satiate his appetite is nothing short of a itty bitty loss in the ranks. he's manipulative, wavering the threat of forcibly having you dishonorably discharged when you don't do as you're told. you wouldn't want your family to know that you're a shameful excuse of a soldier, would you? so be a good little pet, get down on your knees and beg for his forgiveness by any means necessary.

if you're a marleyan enemy soldier, especially a captain like him, FUCK there's so much tension between the two of you. his paradisian devil soldiers made a complete mess that night, killing many of the underlings and your coworkers, incapacitating the warriors as if they were nothing short of pests. you saw the absolute speed of that man who tore through one of the hinges of galliard's jaw and completely cut down jaeger's beast titan form, swearing nothing but completely hatred for that demon. levi thought you were interesting the moment he spotted you witnessing his attacks, eyes wide with admiration but stewing with disgust at the same time. there was a certain kind of fear that he's never seen before and the two of you shared a long stare before you took a shot, barely missing your intended target: him. a frustrated scream ripped out of you as you had to powerlessly watch them leave through one of the many blimps in the air. you didn't realize that he soon shot his ODM spears towards you, zipping in your direction and kicking you down to the ground. it was like he teleported in front of you as he stood over your body but you were soon knocked out with the butt of your own rifle. you woke up tied to a chair, hair being pulled back and gaze focused on the blinding light above you. he started asking questions, hitting you around like a training dummy but you refused to budge no matter how much pain you were in, spitting and laughing at his face. one of his comrades told him that it was useless trying to make you spill out anything, that they already knew everything that they needed to know from the marleyan defectors and zeke. part of his motivation for this (at that point in the anime) is because he's so sick of losing everyone important in his life so having someone to control, knowing what the outcome is because their future is strung by his own hands, it made the pain easier to deal with. on your side, for some godforsaken reason, he refused to let you go or kill you. oh no, no, no. he wants you to break. he wants that terrified, but idolized look in your eyes again. levi wants you to completely forget the person you are and who you served, only becoming his sweet and obedient marleyan prisoner.

if you're just an average citizen, it's a slow build-up of when levi began to take an interest with you. it was on accident but he starts to occasionally spot you whenever the scouts come back from outside expeditions, eyes wandering over the injured with a sullen expression. he couldn't decipher whether you felt simply ashamed of their loss again or that you felt bad that they had to keep doing this to themselves. that's usually only the few times where he sees you, usually trying to keep to himself and ignore the other bystanders. you were always there however, as if his eyes were automatically always darting to the same spot when he looked over into the crowd. when hange forced him to get out of the stuffy corps building and out into the city, he found himself staring at you while you serve drinks out to customers. it's filthy the way you brush your hand against theirs, winking at them to rub it even more. it was reminiscent, as if he was back watching an underground whore working for better tips. it felt strange seeing you outside of something he was used to, especially if it's something as deprecating as this back-alley bar. levi couldn't stop himself from standing up and trudging over to you when some pig put his hands on you, more so from what you're obviously comfortable with. it felt like he was back in the underground, the way he dug his fists into that sorry son of a bitch's face, fighting the group of men that he was with as well. hange eventually joined in as well, cheering in joy as they threw a beer glass into some guy who was sneaking up behind him. as the fight started to get more insane, he snatched you away from the scene when the moment was right (he may have left hange behind but they're more than capable of handling themselves in a fight). you thanked him profusely and offhandedly mentioned that you were definitely not working back there again after what happened. it could've been the traces of alcohol in his system or the adrenaline, but he kissed you right there. you pushed him away of course, completely shocked that the humanity's strongest had literally just kissed you unwarrantedly. he wanted to take his time to get to know you, he really did. yet levi realizes that he's no different from the disgusting man that he had just beat his face in, his grip around your arm tightening as he forces you against the grating wall in the dark alleyway.