#professor!Levi

[agusrkive]

Professor Levi pt. 2

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You finally let out the breath you were holding once you came out of the door of his office, but your heart was still racing. what the fuck was that?

before you knew it, your feet were already taking you to the nearest bathroom as you try to recall what happened just minutes ago inside his office, with him, your oozing hot hotter than lava of a professor, fuckin Levi Daddy Ackerman.

“I said, do I make you nervous?” you hear your name being called. the words were there, the tone sounded like it was a question and you felt your ears tingling at the familiar raspiness of his voice. you could only look at the pair of gray irises in front of your face. He was talking to you and you were just staring at him, although the term ogling was more fitting.

when he realized that you weren’t in the state to answer all of his questions, he stood up and walked towards the window of his office with his back facing yours as he crossed his arms looking outside. you couldn’t see his face, but to your relief that was even better for the sight is enough to make any sane woman lose her senses. you take in the view in front of you, he wasn’t that tall, but he was built just in the right places. from the heel of his leather boots to the edge of that neat undercut that you imagine your hands running through way more than multiple times.

“you’re attracted to me.” it wasn’t a question.

“what?”

“I can see it. I’m not blind, you know?”

you lower your head down, mortified. there’s no point in denying it now, the revelation is clear. he knows how you feel about him, your obviousness and the not-so-secret ogling you have been doing to him have finally paid off, how great. there’s nothing really wrong with being attracted to your professor, right? almost every student goes through that phase, totally normal, not weird at all. it’s just that you are on the brink of failing his class, nothing serious.

“I’m offering you a deal.”

Levi turns around and your eyes lock making your breath caught in your throat. he is walking towards you, both hands inside the pocket of his pants. you suddenly feel so small with every stride he takes towards you, he’s getting closer and closer. not again

wait.. a deal? what is he talking about?

“I want you to write an essay.”

essay?? what the fuck!?

“im confused, sir. an essay about what?”

“a five thousand-word essay, no less— no more— I want you to write why you’re attracted to me, reasons and all that, I don’t care. convince me and I’ll let you pass this subject.”

there’s a glint in his eyes that you couldn’t quite decipher and hearing him repeat your attraction towards him from his own mouth is causing your stomach to flip. is he actually serious about this?

“b-but-“

“no buts, I just made you a deal. do you want to pass or not?”

you bit your lip, a little annoyed and disappointed. well, what do you expect with the deal he’s going to offer? one night with him to pass? or perhaps a kiss for every A+ on your papers? but no, this man just asked you to write a five thousand-word essay about why you’re attracted to him. now, you’re kinda convinced by the rumors of your professor being a psychopath. nevertheless, you decided to take the offer and give him your answer.

“yes, sir.” right now, there’s nothing more important to you than to pass his class. it won't be that hard, right?

“that’s all. you may go.”

[sexlapis]

levi would be a humanities professor who believes STEM students and teachers are stupid because they know nothing about human history, art or philosophy.

[sixpennydame]

And what if your offices are next to each other? The next day, you’re knocking at his door, pretending that you have an assessment question. But the moment the door closes, his hands and lips are on you. You have to be quiet so your colleagues don’t hear…

Thinking about professor reader and Levi rn...sneaking off between classes to bang in empty classrooms, catching glances with each other from across the halls...hell maybe even Dean Levi and Professor reader gjdjdhdbfhdnd

[lesinquietes]

I once wrote this longfic about Yandere!Professor!Levi who works out of a university and agrees to take you on as his teaching assistant in the first year of your grad degree…… and guys, the brainrot is back 🥺

Tw; coercion, degradation, dominant levi, dubcon (just a sprinkle), oral sex (levi receiving), slut-shaming, spanking

He remembers how much completing a master’s degree sucks. Rewarding? A little. But mostly just a waste of time keeping to the institution’s expectations of excellence. Originally, he only applied to see if he would get one of the scholarships they offered to the poor folk. He didn’t anticipate gaining entry to the program.

Fast forward to eight years later, and he’s cozy in his teaching position. The headmaster is his best friend, Erwin Smith. Life is good. He doesn’t have to teach much with the team of graduate assistants he has each semester. He lets them conduct seminars on course material to get “teaching experience”. As if that’ll help them find a job afterwards.

Although everything seems to have fallen into place for him, there’s still something missing. A void. A yearning. For what, he doesn’t know; that is, until you came along. You make him realize that life isn’t meant to be easy.

For every class he teaches, he receives at least one teaching assistant. Oftentimes, the flock he gets are new graduate students who don’t know their hand from their foot. They’re so nervous in their new role, that they cause more havoc than they’re worth. As such, he’s learned to be a hard ass. It turns out tough love works better than coddling.

But you.

You don’t respond well to either.

And it pisses him off how you’re not predictable. Growing up in the slums made his ability to read situations damn near immaculately. To some degree, he should be able to predict most common behaviours. He’s utterly confused when you don’t respond to reward or punishment. What kind of person are you? The fascination takes him faster than the alcohol did after Farlan and Isabel died in that car accident. Unlike the liquor, he lets his attraction for you bloom.

He treats you like an academic study. He writes down his hypotheses and then conducts an experiment to record data. He documents every method he tries, hoping to make a breakthrough, all while skirting under your radar; the subject can’t know her role in his field research.

Initially, he’s hard on you. He discovered a marking error on one of his students’ returned papers. Usually he doesn’t bother to check his teaching assistant’s work. With you, he’s been putting in overtime.

“The fuck is this?” He growled, tossing the paper onto your desk.

“What?”

You took the sheet onto your hands and scanned the lines with careful orbs. When you reached the bottom, you locked eyes with him. He doesn’t utter a word. You’re bright enough to understand the implicit message.

“I made a mistake,” you state. “I’m sorry, I’ll be more careful.”

You always act so diplomatic with him. He wishes you would let your guard down. You speak to your colleagues with less of an edge to your tone.

“I thought a master’s student would be able to handle bachelor’s level shit.” He antagonized you. “If you fuck up again I’ll scrap your contract for next semester.”

It’s a bluff. He won’t do that. He doesn’t want anyone else getting you as a teaching assistant, least of all that creep Miche. You’re too alluringly odd. Levi wants to lay claim to you.

“It won’t happen again,” you called after him. “Sorry.”

A lightbulb goes off in his head. His vivid memory of your nonchalance gave him a bright idea. You don’t mean your apologies because you don’t care. Truly.

Of course you haven’t been responsive to his rearing techniques; you aren’t interested in what he’s offering. He hasn’t been using the correct rewards and punishments. You’re in this teaching assistant position against your will; you needed to take it on so you could afford to pay your tuition. He bets you’re dying for stimulation.

With this in mind, he sends you an email, requesting your presence in his office tomorrow morning. If you want something to captivate your picky mind, he’s going to give it to you.

He can’t believe his eyes when you actually obey his request to bend over his desk. Your skirt hikes up, revealing your cute panties. They’re white. The way they don’t fit around the cheeks of your ass makes his cock twitch in his pants. The notion that you planned this crosses his mind. He dismisses it in favour of indulging.

Levi smacks his ruler against your ass, revelling in how your holes twitch each time he strikes. You respond well to this punishment. You moan and gasp when he goes harder, panting breathily like a desperate whore. He’s never seen so much life in your face. He only stops hitting your plump globes when the skin feels tender and worn beneath his palm; even then, he gives them one more clap before standing up to tug down his trousers.

You suck his cock next. Who knew you were such a champ at giving head? He helps you along with a firm hand glued to the back of your skull. You choke and slobber when his rip slams into the back of your throat. He doesn’t let up. Tears are streaming down your face until he decides it’s time you worship his balls. He shoves your nose and mouth into his sack, shuddering when he feels your tongue lavish each sphere with your love. It’s almost enough to make him cum.

He can’t take much more of your teasing. He forces himself down your throat a second time and shoots his load. You cough and sputter, but he doesn’t let you off. You’ll only have the privilege of air when you swallow. Once you do, he’s happy to permit you to breathe.

He grabs a fistful of your hair and tilts your head up. His steely orbs are filled with wanton lust. Your makeup is smeared and your eyes are glossy. You’re in a daze. This is what you wanted all along; to be used by your professor.

Well, if that’s what it’ll take for you to maintain an interest in grading for his class, he’s happy to do it; the next time you need some proctoring, he’ll be sure to claim that wet pussy of yours.

[stillackerman]

A few years after The Rumbling, Levi is almost 40 and without his Ackerman's powers, he starts noticing he squints his eyes while reading more often these days. First, he's in denial: "I don't need glasses, tch!", but one day he stops by the optic store and buys one pair. And life is a little easier right now, even if Gabi makes fun of him, calling him 'an old man'.

[cometlevi]

ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

[devildmeggs]

currently nanami from jjk, but there’s definitely a pattern (kakashi, levi, aizawa, etc.)

[anlian-aishang]

You gift him a new tie to wear, he puts in on immediately. Only for you to pull him nice and close with it later.

Like the lecture hall has been emptied after the last class of the day, you grab the fresh, pristine, new tie right near his throat and and twirl it around your hand so it's a solid hold, and yank on it to bring him forwards. He gets a cute little blush cause you're being so up front about it (which could be unusual) but it's for your benefit as much as his, really.

After all, change is as good as a holiday, right?

Have been screaming about this inbox for over a year and only tonight was my brain able to respond with some words.

tags: [professor] levi ackerman x [wife] reader, smut [foreplay], modern AU, fem!reader word count: 1400

Watching him lecture to a hall of hundreds, it was hard to believe he was your husband. Just this morning, he had brewed you a pot of coffee, wearing nothing but glasses and briefs. So opposite to the professor before you now: black slacks ironed, button-down tucked perfectly into them, sealed with a leather belt - one you remembered using in less academic contexts.

Levi’s voice was uniquely stern, one you seldom heard at home, almost as if he was trying to frighten the undergraduates into remembering every word out his mouth. He could feign all he wanted, but you knew just how deeply he cared. Office hours that often ran overtime: Ackerman never turned away a student at the door. When he finally did make it home, his nights were sleepless: staring at the ceiling, praying that his students were meanwhile studying. He was convinced that he was more anxious for the final than they were - their futures relying on their grade, on their comprehension, on the quality of his teaching, no matter how distantly. 

Maybe that’s why the veins were standing in his neck, why his hand gripped the chalk so tightly, why those ice-blue eyes snapped glances at the clock so often. You shivered in your back-row seat and felt warped back to your first encounter: longing for him to look at you, terrified that he would. Suddenly, you felt the fear of the students, yet in good company of his fangirls. Greatly outnumbered, you were sure that if they knew the marital status of the classroom’s intruder, violence would ensue, and they would promptly audition to serve as her replacement. So ridiculous, you giggled to yourself - at least you had tried to, but someone managed to hear.

“Please,” although his voice was far from pleading as Professor Ackerman spotted you in the crowd. Glaring through black bangs, “contain yourself.”

Audible was the turn of everyone in their old, wooden chairs. All eyes on you felt miniscule compared to his, which still - after all these years - took your breath away. With his students’ attention off of him, Levi tossed you a smirk. Then, with half an eye roll, Ackerman turned back to the board, “Right, as I was saying…”

// // // 

He had warned you that the line would be long, but silly you had not thought about what to do with yourself during that time. You were the only “student” who had brought a purse instead of a backpack, whose notebook was merely a planner’s extra pages, who had not worn sweatpants to the last lecture of the semester. Awkwardly, you paced in the back and made yourself a shadow, aiming to give privacy to the students, their professor, and their last-minute questions. 

Maybe it was the anticipation of what would happen after they left, but you could have sworn that those students were taking their sweet time. Eyeing his wedding ring? Eyeing something else? Soaking up every second with him? Vying for some favoritism before grades were submitted? Your thoughts were ridiculous, but your heart inexplicably tightened. Levi would have scoffed if he knew how you felt, especially given all the times he had referred to them as “snot-nosed brats.” Nevertheless, your pacing burst free from the background: heels clacking loudly, echoing through the near-empty theater, and by proxy - shoving the last students out of the room. 

“Good luck.” By one hand on the podium, Levi pivoted out from behind and waved to them on their way out, “And don’t forget to-” but you had shut the door behind them before he could finish.

With arms crossed and a sour look, you made your way down the aisles, a thwartless pace to the professor. He placed one hand on his hip and teased, “Ah - coming to apologize?”

Right hand slithered over his shoulder, left hand met it at his nape. A brief swipe of his undercut before crawling back down his chest. Palms over his pecs, lungs breathing heavy underneath. Levi tilted his head and stared, “I have to ask, little Mrs. Ackerman, was something funny? Or were you just trying to distract your classmates?” Slender finger traced under your chin and beckoned your gaze to meet his. “I take discipline very seriously, so please - explain yourself.”

“Oh, I just… you know… this class is so boringgg.” You flashed an obnoxious grin, donned an even more obnoxious voice. “I thought I’d just scroll on my phone a bit, cause I mean, when are we ever really going to use this stuff anyways?”

Between your words, your touch had deviated. Fingers delicate as they traced down his sleeves, familiar with all the muscles they hid, until interlocked in his hands. With that hold, you lifted him to your lips. Tongue danced between his chalk-covered digits, lips circled them clean.

Filthy. The clean freak held back his swears, a heavy exhale instead. He bit his lip, biting back a sultry smile. Shaking his head, the pinch of your chin tightened. Snide, “Afraid I have no choice but to give you an F.”

Falsified shock, your lips parted with a gasp that made his pants tighten. Fingertips drifted even lower, following the sewn threads of his shirt. Nails hiked over his nipples and gave a pair of split-second pinches, drawing a stiff arch of his back, at last pressing him to your front. The man shuddered against you, but that did not stop your pursuit. Knuckles hooked through his belt loops and pulled him even closer. At your sex, you could feel him grow: hard, warm, throbbing, though his calm expression gave little indication. As his erection grew, though, his composure was inversely related - as he would put it. Leaking tip met the bottom of his cold belt buckle, his inhales turned sharp. Frustrated grunts as his swell bargained with the confines of his linens. Music to your ears, you felt he deserved some too. 

One hand cupped the back of his neck, the other his length. Snapping his ear to your lips, where teeth scraped, words soothed: “Oh, Professor Ackerman,” with a high-pitched whine and breathless sigh, you kneaded his cock in your grip, “wouldn’t you at least consider giving me a D?”

Before he could react - laugh, choke, or even ask himself did I hear that right? - you grabbed his tie and yanked him to your lips. The satin of the accessory and that of his kiss were a perfect match, exactly what you thought when you bought it. The heel of your hand rode the curve of his nape, fists made in his locks, angling him right where you wanted. Black tea and mint in his taste, you longed to sweeten it with your cream. 

The force he matched you with - you believed he wanted that, too. Brows knit in determination, Levi’s tongue began its own expedition down your throat, teeth sandwiched your lip, prying you open for all his desires. Maintaining the kiss, you hastened to strip each other free. 

At an agonizing pace, you undid his buttons and pulled on his zipper. You were either clumsy or sadistic to fumble with him the way you did: scraping over his slit, dragging his precum along his length, making him extra vulnerable to the evening air when you finally unleashed him. Your delicate touch incited the opposite in him: an unwavering speed he undressed you with. Hem of your shirt to your collarbone, your nipples hardened fast in sudden exposure. Bra hooked loose by one hand, neck squeezed by the other. In a handful of seconds, your only coverage was the love marks on your jawline. 

Pulling away from the kiss, you opened your eyes to a completely different person: no longer the calm and collected Professor Ackerman, but his tender alter ego. Bright blush and disheveled hair, polar to his pale complexion and standard gel. Instead of his commanding speech, embarrassing breaths echoed down the hallway. Perfectly pressed clean clothes had turned wrinkled in strife, damp with overstimulated sweat, especially at his middle. 

Levi’s exhales became your inhales as he struggled to regain his breath. Trembling in your arms, he shook his head and sighed, “Is this why you bought me a tie?” And made some crazy excuse to come to work with me today?

A low chuckle, it was your turn to reciprocate the eye roll. With a quick jerk, you swiped the tie out from under his collar. A lazy swing of your new lasso, “Let’s put this thing to real use.”

// masterlist //

[clefairymuke]

eloquent | eleven

pairing: levi x reader

word count: 3.2k

tw: swearing, graphic descriptions of sex, mentions of cheating, age gap, teacher/student relationship, dom/sub dynamic, mentions of marking, a little teasing

tags: @number-0-iz @propertyoftoru @commanderawkward @thenamesholly @shortmexicangirl @missyasma @syubseokie @ceceofthevalley @sleepynyx @lavidamuerta @rxcked @peacchfuz @musababy @tripedelic-cali @bitterjay @hypernovaxx @alominum @myownenjoymentfanfiction | reply to be added!!

<chapter ten | masterlist >

Levi presses his head into the cold tile of the shower wall, the steam that billows around him feeling more like a murky fog than the relaxing sauna he expected. Each drop of water numbs an infinitesimal bit of skin on his back before rolling down to his ankles, and he’s sure the once-soft canvas between his shoulders is now raw and red. The sting of the heat wore off a half hour earlier. 

Confidence had never been a problem before, second-guessing his choices unheard of, but that was before you. Before he allowed himself, in an unforgivably drunken stupor no less, to pursue some ridiculous semblance of a relationship with a student— with his only student, at that. Before the incisors of childish jealousy sank deep into his neck and forced its venom to course through his veins. Before you showed him that perhaps there are things in this world even he can’t handle. Now, since you, all he has the energy to do is think, and rethink, and rethink again.

He takes a deep, ragged breath, straightening himself then punching his thumb into the intercom button on the wall. “Hange,” he starts, voice husky with frustration, “bring a pot of tea to my study. Don’t stick around.”

“You got it, boss.”

Levi’s hair is still dripping onto his face as he sips the chamomile from the dainty teacup at his desk. He stares angrily at the blank document in front of him, as if he’s trying to intimidate it into spontaneously populating with the words that seem to escape him. He thought he was immune to slumps. Thirty years of his life he’d had something to behold, something he needed the entire world to read; the last few months, however, have been void of any substance at all. This is the one problem he can’t blame on you.

Deadlines stalk him viciously, interrogators in their own right, begging him for something to consume with a disgusting quickness. He has nothing to give them. Lately he’s questioned if he ever will again.

He considers calling you. Asking for your thoughts instead of assaulting you with his. As soon as the idea crosses his mind, he’s only frustrated with himself again, and yet, his hand still gravitates toward his cell phone. Levi allows his thumb to hover over your name for only a second before scoffing under his breath and tossing the device to the side. At this moment, he makes a decision. It’s one he may not like, but one that needs to be made nonetheless. It’s time to pull back from you.

-

YOU

You don’t hear from Levi again until Tuesday morning rolls around. Trying not to let it bother you proves impossible as you stress over your appearance before the meeting, which is something you hadn’t worried much about in the past. You spend a painstaking amount of time mulling over your outfit for the day.

You’d stayed up all night editing your pages, which is turning into quite the habit. It’s astounding how one heated meeting and a single date could send you down such a spiral of inspiration, and you more than appreciate this unexpected surprise. Sleep escapes you these days; all that comes to you in the night is your work. You hope your dedication doesn’t escape Levi’s devouring glare, but you fear it will in light of his recent lack of communication. Still, you find yourself significantly less afraid of your advisor-slash-fling for once— perhaps he won’t be so cruel after finding his way into your pants. 

An hour later, when your warm smile crashes headfirst into his icy glare, you realize you might have been dead wrong. You remain confident— he feeds on fear and humiliation, after all— and chirp out a friendly greeting. His eyes soften for only a second before freezing over again.

“Good morning,” Levi says smoothly, opening the door a bit further to allow you into his office. You allow your shoulder to brush his chest just barely as you pass, fighting the urge to do it with your hand, instead. 

“You look nice today,” you tell him as the door clicks shut. “How was your week?”

“Do you have any pages, or did you think I scheduled this meeting to chit chat?” he snaps, rounding his desk and sitting down without meeting your eyes.

His tone admittedly ruffles your feathers, but you let it roll off your back, fishing the manila folder out of your purse and leaning forward to lay it on the desk. “I’m proud of them,” you say, eyes flitting back and forth as nerves begin to overtake you, eager to look anywhere but his smoky eyes. “I hope you will be, too.”

He takes the folder without a word, ten minutes of silence besides the turning of pages and his pen scribbling in the margins. You cross and uncross your legs a hundred times, palms sweating as a familiar dread settles over your weak shoulders. At least it hasn’t hit the shredder yet, you tell yourself. Anything is better than that. 

“I like it,” he says, and that’s all. You wait for more to come from his mouth, lips parted as if there’s something else on his mind, something threatening to slip despite his protests, but Levi remains stubborn and quiet.

You aren’t sure what to reply with, so you decide on honesty. The man in front of you has no trouble being blunt, after all. “There’s more you want to say.”

For the first time since you’d met Levi, he seems almost timid. A few thoughtful seconds pass before he opens his mouth again. “I thought it was a mistake,” he starts, nervously tapping his fingers against the desk. “What’s been going on between you and I, I mean.”

This admission shocks you, sending a little chill up your back and making you lean forward with a need to know more. “Thought? As in past tense?”

“I’m not sure,” Levi says honestly. He meets your eyes, something he’d clearly been avoiding since you walked in that morning, and they are softer than you’ve ever seen them. “You’re writing about me, aren’t you?”

You nod, strangely unashamed. He told you to write your life. Following instructions is nothing to be embarrassed about, right?

“Keep going,” he tells you, allowing the beginnings of a smile to poke at the corners of his mouth. “It’s working.” There’s a comforting silence between the two of you as you search for a way to respond to an unnaturally kind version of Levi. You don’t have to search for long. “A lot of it is still fucking awful, of course. There’s a lot of work that needs to be done. Let’s go over some notes before you go.” There’s the Dr. Ackerman you know. That didn’t last long.

He proceeds to ream you for the next half hour, practically shredding your pages with his sharp tongue as he insults nearly every word of the piece in front of him. You’re confused on what parts of it he claims to like— the pacing is dogshit, dialogue is “stronger, but still utterly embarrassing to read,” and the plot has as much direction as a blind old woman in an unfamiliar city. You want to argue, but he gives strong, undeniable reasoning behind his cruelty. It makes you sick.

As the meeting begins to draw to a close with Levi’s rather rude ‘constructive’ criticism, you admittedly feel a bit disappointed. After the intense revelations of the past week, you’d thought things would be a little different now. Looking at his emotionless expression, you’re prepared to be kicked out crying within the next few minutes.

“Do you have anywhere to be after this?” he asks suddenly, a little light in his eyes for the first time since Wednesday. You give him a suspicious stare.

Pretending to think for a moment, you say, “No, not that I can think of.” A tingle starts between your legs, making you shuffle around in the chair a bit on an instinctive search for friction — you hope his hawk-like eyes didn’t catch that, although there’s no way they missed it. Levi never, ever takes them off of you, it seems. One side of his mouth turns up in a smirk.

He motions you over with a jerk of his chin. “Come here.” Three hollow taps sound through the room as he pats the desk six inches away, directing you where he wants you. You can’t deny that you went racier with your outfit than you typically would — a low-cut sweater paired with a less-than-mini skirt — but you don’t let yourself get flustered as you stand and brush off your legs.

Once you’ve settled on the cool, oak desk in front of him, careful not to let your gaze waver from his eyes even as the wildfires start to spark up, a tingle starts to run up your spine. The cool, smoke-infused tone of his perceptive irises is so cold you could shiver, even though your own eyes burn from the contact alone. You swallow once before speaking — things never go your way when the arrogant man just a half foot away sets the tone. “You never asked me how things went with Reiner,” you say. 

Levi’s eyebrow cocks up a millimeter as he looks up at you, hands folded over his stomach as he relaxes into the black leather chair. “I assumed he got the message. Was there more to it?” he asks, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. You frown.

“I mean, no. He hasn’t spoken to me since then,” you respond, breath catching in your throat for half a second as his hand comes to rest on your knee. The calluses on his fingers brush over your skin softly, and you find yourself wondering if they’re from typing or holding a pen. Your eyes flutter down to examine his clean, slender hands before shooting back to his face.

“Do you want him to?” Levi questions smoothly, no indication of tone or expression to aid you in interpreting his reasoning.

“Well, no. Not really,” you answer honestly, chewing on the inside of your lip. Heart beating in time with Dr. Ackerman’s thumb brushing over your knee, you feel your cheeks begin to grow warmer.

His eyes get warmer, too. “And why not?”

It only takes a second for you to feel the shift, but you go from forcing yourself to maintain eye contact with the intimidating soul before you to losing the ability to pull your gaze away from him. His pitch-colored hair falls just above the sharp, knee-buckling glare of steel eyes — between them, Levi’s narrow nose comes to a neat, up-turned point that shadows his perpetually frowning pink lips. His chin and jaw follow the same chiseled theme, projecting the awe-inspiring feeling one derives from pristine marble likenesses of Greek gods; the leather chair morphs to a throne of skulls, and you consider how fitting it would be to replace Cheryl with the much less vicious, three-headed Cerberus. A skip interrupts your steadily beating heart as one corner of Dr. Ackerman’s mouth turns up in a smirk. You’ve always had a soft spot for the villains, haven’t you?

You gulp. “He’s just not my type. We don’t have anything in common,” you say softly, the flames licking up in his eyes just short of entrancing you. Chills travel up the sensitive skin inside of your thigh as his fingers trail higher on your bare leg, making your chest swell with anticipation. “I think I prefer intellectuals,” you add, courage seeping through your pores with every electric shock, “and darker hair.”

“I think you just prefer me,” Levi corrects you boldly, expression unwavering as his confidence. A soft breeze stings against the feverish skin between your legs as he flips back the hem of your skirt, fingertips brushing the fabric of your panties as blood rushes to your cheeks.

“No, that’s not quite it,” you tease, dishing back for once — Dr. Ackerman hasn’t thrown you out of his office yet, so you figure it’s well received. That’s as much of an indication as you’re likely to get from him. “I know your type, though: young blondes with no shame. I’ve seen a few take the walk of shame through the waiting room.”

Levi chuckles, sharp canines poking out over his supple lips. “And are you shameless, too?” he inquires, a hint of mockery pervading over his steely tone.

“You get off on the fact that I’m not,” you quip, eyes flickering to his grinning mouth. “I can only assume that’s why I’m the exception. But I would never let you mark me up like that before I walked through the waiting room.”

The fires in his eyes blaze a hundred times hotter, an arrogant expression overtaking his features as he pinches your thigh playfully. “What would you be willing to wager on that?”

A tinge of curiosity pulses through your mind in tandem with the wave of heat between your legs. “What would you want if you won?”

There isn’t any hesitation as Levi opens his mouth, tongue sliding quickly over his lips once before he speaks. “You’ll let me take you out again. Wherever I choose.”

A little smile plays on your lips; you’d expected a much more crude request. Swinging your feet back and forth gently as you lean a bit further toward him, you toss a suspicious glare his way. “And if I win?” you inquire, raising your eyebrows.

“I’ll buy you something nice,” he answers, not detailing your prize any further. Choosing not to pry, you twist up your lips in consideration. Adding an expensive item to your bedroom and getting to fool around with Dr. Ackerman almost seems too good to be true, but you choose to give the situation the benefit of the doubt. After all, it could just end up being a wonderful day. The worst that could happen? You nervously slink through the waiting room with a hickey on your neck and get treated to a fancy dinner.

You give him a mischievous grin as you look down into his eyes, still feeling his fingers trace circles on the skin of your thighs. “I’ll take that bet.”

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Ten minutes later, you’re kneeling before his black leather chair as Levi unbuckles his belt just in front of you. The sound of your breathing is prominent and anticipatory, skin still flushed and feverish from the feeling of his lips exploring your thighs, breasts, and throat— littering beautifully harsh love bites and hickeys in all the places you can typically cover up. He hasn’t aimed to win your little competition quite yet, but you’re beginning to think he has it in the bag. Looking at your current state, you don’t stand a chance.

Dr. Ackerman doesn’t take off any of his clothes this time— he simply undoes his slacks enough to free his length, fisting it in one hand and giving it a few slow strokes. Your mouth starts to water. “I don’t even think I can get my lips around it,” you say, half joking as you admire the long, puffy vein that runs from the base to the rosy head of his dick.

“You’re riding me, sweetheart,” Levi corrects you, running one finger gently along your jaw. “I just think you look pretty on your knees like this.” He motions at you to join him in the chair, gripping the backs of your legs to place them on either side of him as you come to sit in his lap, your noses only a centimeter apart. The head of his pulsing cock grazing against the lace crotch of your panties sends a shock through your body, making you whine out with searing need.

Your eyes find comforting heather gray as Dr. Ackerman pushes his forehead against yours, running his hands down your thighs while his shallow breaths caress your cheeks. All you can think about are his lips as they rest hanging open a half inch from your own, but he doesn’t kiss you. He just holds your gaze as his long, sinewy fingers pull the lace of your panties over to the side and his hot, impossibly thick cockhead presses lightly against your entrance. Sucking in a shallow breath, you feel the overwhelming circumference of his length compared to the rather narrow tunnel between your quivering legs. You brace yourself. “You can take it,” he murmurs, catching the shield of anxiety glossing rapidly over your eyes. 

You shake your head lightly. “I’ve never had one this big,” you say. A gasp catches in your throat as he drags the tip along your slit slowly, savoring the sight of your mouth falling open and your eyes blowing wide when he grazes your clit before repositioning himself at your throbbing opening.

Levi grins the kind of grin that sparks up in his eye like a gas burner, blue flames billowing up in the dark void of his pupils as he listens to your greedy whimpers. His forehead separates from your own so that he may dip down and press his lips to your neck, his teeth pricking lightly at the base of your throat and his soft moans tingling against your sensitive skin. “Let me stretch it out, baby. I need to fuck you. Please,” the man pleads with you, nibbling on your collar bone while his hands continue to wander between your ass and breasts with desperate urgency.

The sweet, raspy sound of his voice makes your heart beat harder, sending a wash of static through your core as you grind down on his stiff length. The head begins to ease past your threshold, molding your smooth, slick walls to fit his girth as he sleeves the first fourth of his dick into your pulsing cunt. “Shit,” you whimper as he continues to push in; you attempt to adjust to his size, clenching repeatedly around the velvet-wrapped steel splitting you open wide.

By the time he’s submerged himself to the hilt, it feels like you’re in a million pieces on top of him. Levi holds a firm, tenderless grip on your hips as he looks up at you, pupils blown and canines poking into his bottom lip as a result of the smug grin painted across his mouth. The flames in his slate-colored eyes flicker blue again for a fraction of a second before his mouth is crashing onto yours, enveloping you in an all-consuming haze that distracts from even the ecstasy of being utterly full of him. He only deepens the kiss as his thumbs dig into your hip bones and begin to rock you back and forth, the head of his dick grinding into your sweetest spot and inviting a string of moans from your busy lips. 

Levi breaks the kiss only to attach his mouth to your earlobe, suckling it gently before taking it between his teeth and nipping at it, sending a shiver down your back and forcing you to squeeze around his unbelievable girth. “I don’t know,” he whispers in your ear, breath tickling your skin with his sensual tone. “You seem pretty shameless to me.”

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hi guys i hope the chapter is decent, i'm trying to get back into the groove of the story <3 will upload to ao3 later. lmk what you think :)

[imnotadogiswear]

Here are some meme ideas I have for my Villains React concept

[agusrkive]

having a crush on professor Levi would be so hard and embarrassing at the same time because why are you blushing while being scolded for not getting a simple formula?

you are currently in his office, seated on his chair under his desk. your hands fiddling with each finger as they nestled timidly down on your lap while he's explaining the problem you were having earlier in class. you are one of the top students and your grades in almost every subject were beyond excellent. well, almost.. except for professor Levi Ackerman’s class. his subject wasn’t even that hard, you just can’t seem to focus no matter how hard you try. it’s like he always finds his way to creep into your thoughts making it hard for you to listen attentively and keep your attention on the lesson. now you’re having trouble catching up with all the lectures you missed, thanks to your daydreaming about your hot professor who won’t leave you alone (in your mind at least)

“Did you get all of that?" his hard gaze on you makes your face heat up and you panic at the question. you just nodded, but the truth is you didn’t even understand any single word that he said. you were too focused on how close he was standing next to you. his arm resting perfectly on the back of your chair while the other flexes as he points at the screen in front of you and it’s not helping either with how good he smells, the scent of mint so intoxicating fills your senses and your breathing becomes ragged. your thoughts start to drift around dangerous waters and you can't help the image planted in your mind, you on his desk, him between your legs. your palms firmly placed against his chest while his hands are roaming at the small of your back. he pulls you against him making you gasp and he takes that as an opportunity to connect your lips with hi— you close your eyes and shake your head in attempt to push the dirty thoughts away, what the hell is wrong with you?

"tch. you’re clearly not listening again.” he flicks your forehead and that made you snap out of it.

“s-sorry sir, I was just..” you tried to reason but you couldn’t find anything to say, not even an excuse. you can’t just blatantly admit to him that the reason why you couldn’t focus is because of him and how badly you want him. you hear him let out a disappointed sigh and you feel bad. you can’t even look at him right now.

“something bothering you isn’t it? you need to tell me what is it so we can fix it.” Levi says as he grips your chair, twisting it around making you face him. fuck, your faces are now so close to each other. too close, you feel like you might pass out any second. you’ve never been this close to him before and if he leans a little more, your lips would definitely touch. why does he have to be so fuckin hot?

“tell me, what seems to be distracting you that you can’t even focus in my class?”

Levi isn’t dumb. he’s actually aware of your odd behavior in his class that has been going on for months now. he’s been observing you silently, but there hasn’t been a single improvement from you at all. in fact, you actually became worse. he knows that you are smart and that you aced almost every class you’re in, so what is it about his class that has a top student almost close to flunking?

then he figured it out when he called you into his office this morning.

“am I making you nervous?” this time, he says your name. the way it rolled off his tongue so smoothly, you feel chills inside your body causing goosebumps to rise from your skin. you gulped, trying to calm yourself. shit he knows.. of course he would! but still, he doesn’t know that you like him, right? he couldn’t possibly..

next chapter

[bellamer]

Bro. I used to hang out with guys just like the Eltingville Club. Well not just like since they actually let a girl in but they were weird towards me anyways. The weirdest memory I try to repress is when, One of the guys, Bryan went on a spiel about High School DxD and when I said I didn’t watch anime like that because obviously he then went on a tangent about how he watched it while masturbating and used peanut butter as lube and instead of the other guys being weirded out they just went on and on about what the superior lube was and then talking about who had the best rack in the anime

Then ironically some time after they went on a rant about how much they hated Professor Kukui and how he was the worst Pokémon professor because he was only created to be fan service to get girls into Pokémon and then it suddenly turned onto me when one of them made a snide remark about how Professor Kukui must be my favorite for “obvious” reasons and then giggling about how I must get off to him

There was no Jerry to balance them out though. Just Bill’s, Pete’s and Josh’s and whenever they got into petty debates or squabbles about whatever game, anime or comic, wokeness ruining things or whatever they were arguing about I’d just go on my phone

I’m glad I mostly repressed the memories and their names and faces. The only one I remember is Bryan because of that peanut butter thing and because he used to live near my house and come over often but he eventually moved and I never spoke to him again

I just have bad luck at making friends with interests as me which is why I stopped having friends a long time ago.

Maybe I shouldn’t have started reading these comics because there’s some bad memories.

[skgtp-vn]

Okay but... How would the cast react to me going up to them and giving them a playful nom? -🌲

Vix: surprised, then incredibly flustered and horny. Will probably overthink the implications of you biting him

Lilac: confused but humored

Reese: she’s dramatically pretending to perish

Ash: “…”

Bonus! The rest of the cast:

Levi: much like Reese, he’d be dramatic about it like “how could you do this to me? I thought we were friends! Now I go into the light…” *pretends to die*

Eva: flustered! …Might get a crush on you after that-

Jasmine: also flustered and confused, would probably ask why you did that

Jordan: noms you back and doesn’t let go till you ask someone else for help (or show signs of genuine distress). Will bite you as a greeting from then on

Kaylee: tackles you. I think she took that as an act of war 😰 /silly

Professor Lucas: “is this some sort of new trend? I don’t think it’s appropriate”

[americanphysco]

there is a blizzard going on with almost a foot of anticipated snowfall and the university just sent out an email on how to drive/dress/prepare for severe weather conditions instead of cancelling classes. man what the fuck

[torchstelechos]

Im only on season 1, so pardon me if this has been explained or at least acknowledged, but why the fuck are the brothers still in school? Its been on my mind for ages now because they’re how old? Literal eons? Okay, how long does it take to graduate from education? 20ish years? Okay cool, how the fuck are they still in the education system. Are they dumb? Are they teachers? Are they there to relearn information as technology and science has evolved over the years?? What the fuck are they doing??

[multi-lefaiye]

actually. addendum to that last post's tags. dr. levy if you're out there-