I CHECKED YOUR WIPS AND SAW THAT YOU HAD MORE OVERHAUL REQUESTS AHHHH IM SO EXCITED YOU WRITE HIM SO WELL
Thank you, fam! ♥️
Lemme just say that requests for this man are always welcome 👀 because like, he’s just too fun to write.
not a request but lbr overhaul knows that chrono’s got eyes for his girl, and that’s the exact reason why in meetings overhaul makes sure chrono has a good view of you sinking onto his cock. if he was feelings particularly indulgent, he’d make you moan and make sure his colleague hears. he wasn’t being generous at all he just likes rubbing it in chrono’s face that chrono couldn’t touch you, and that your mind was so broken that you’d only find pleasure in him and him alone.
Warning: Angst, cockwarming, jealousy, mind break, possessiveness, sex slavery(?), slight yandere behaviour.
Of course.
He’s seen how his closest confidant looks at you when you walk past him. Chrono’s trained to keep his eyes forward, always on alert for threats toward his boss. Alas, he can’t stop himself from drinking in your figure at times, from how good your legs look in heels to how sexy your body is when it’s writhing in pleasure.
Overhaul had always had a hunch that Chrono wanted you. Because most of his men wear masks, he’s had to rely on reading body language, rather than facial expressions. The lavender-haired man had a tell, and it was the way his hands twitched, as if he wanted to grab you a thousand times over when you walked by him. Then, during an informal meeting with his men one time, Chisaki had confirmed his suspicions. As soon as you had stepped in front of him, Chrono’s eyes had glazed over with lust for just a split second before he had caught himself.
From that moment on, Overhaul made it a point to station his friend directly in front of him. When you sank down low on his cock, Chrono could see your back arch and hear how you moaned for your rightful master. Sometimes, Chisaki made it a point to stare directly at him when you brought your pussy down on his lap, honey eyes articulating the smug smirk that he wore beneath his plague mask. Chrono was a fool for pining after that which he could never have.
Hi Slashy! I wanted to ask what kind of drunk would Alucard be? I read your stoned!alucard and and it was amazing and i couldn't stop the giggles 😆 so i was curious to how would drunk!alucard be like, if it isn't too much trouble 😃
Hello 😍 Okay, I have an interesting take on this.
Warning: Drinking, flirting, sexual themes.
I feel like when Alucard was a human, he had a high alcohol tolerance, because what the hell else was there to do when you were a rich dude back in day? Kill your enemies! Fuck people! Drink your sorrows and boredom away! So, he was likely someone who partook in alcohol quite frequently.
Even if he didn’t drink that much, have you seen the size of Vladcard? That man is hulking! His tolerance would be as high as he is in inches! 😱
Anyways, as a vampire, I say that Alucard would have retained most of his tolerance. I think you could give him enough to kill a small triceratops and he would still be exceptionally sober. But if you ever did get him to the point of intoxication, I feel like he would be even more of a bloody troublemaker than usual. Lecherous, sneaky, playful… maybe even loving 👀 Consider…
Integra walks into the room and sees Alucard collapsed on her bed, several bottles of blood around him because the man had some major munchies. She’s confused as fuck, wants to know what’s going on. She stomps up to her plastered servant and starts to berate him. He replies by wrapped an arm around her and reeling her in for cuddles. He’s all like, “I’m so glad you’re my master,” and she’s like, “what are you up to you wretched beast.”
And if he’s stalking the dark hallways in his drunken state, the new recruits had better pray that he doesn’t happen across them. He would be a nightmare. He would see a really cute one and slip an arm around them, bringing them close to his lithe chest and inhaling their scent deeply. They would be visibly uncomfortable. He’d be like, “want to become more acquainted with each other in my quarters,” and they would be like 😳
God help anyone who has to deal with a drunk Dracula, man.
out of curiosity, who's your favorite character to write for?
My favourite!?
Hmm. I can’t decide because I’m a simp.
For AoT, I’d say it’s a toss-up between Levi and Erwin. I really want to take yandere Erwin further and push those boundaries, so that’s why I’m so interested in the latter. Levi is just incredibly delicious and easy to write. I also really like writing Mikasa and Mike :’)
For bnha, I’m gonna say I have the hardest time writing for Hawks and Overhaul, and the easiest time writing for Bakugo, Dabi, and Endeavor.
For Hellsing, it’s without a doubt Alucard so versatile. So down for anything. So difficult to fucking write goddammit why. So hauntingly hot. You know who else? Integra. Just… such a power top.
I had a cat. I stupidly named her 'dil ruba'. Which sort of means 'heart breaker' . Treated her as the queen of the house. She ran off with a stray male cat, never to be seen again. Lesson learned 👌
(not that it stopped me from getting another cat lmao)
(her name is Cathy and she's being ruling my life for 8 months now)
This is an excellent example of how we are simply slaves for our cats, and that we are always expendable when it comes to mating. Rip. We love our furry jerks, but god, there is no loyalty, is there?!
(I love Cathy give her a pat on the head for me)
Hi there! Would you ever consider writing for Tamaki Amajiki?
Hello, bud! 😊
I’m open to it, but I have no idea if I’d do a good job. I figure if I summon my inner anxiety, it might work out? You can submit an idea, and I’ll see what I can do!
Hi! How are you? How's my favorite writer doing today? And how's your cat?
(I remembered your cat because mine has been glaring at me for an hour. I gave her a bath so Yea I should sleep with one eye open lol)
Well, hello, murderous cat anon 🐈 I hope your furry child has kept you alive long enough to at least read this reply. Every day McSlashy keeps me alive is a blessing 🙏
Yandere!king Levi gets obsessed with his new maid. She cleans according to what he wants, is an excellent cook and all. Takes care of his every need. He makes his first move on her by making her give him a bath. You know, making her clean every inch of him. She does it, all uncomfortable. And then he pushes her into the bath and says it's his turn to clean her.
I mentioned in a prior post that I wasn’t sure what to do with this tasty ask. I think I figured it out 😎
Warning: 18+, dubcon, manipulation, power dynamic, sexism, sloppy oral sex, yandere behaviour.
“P-pardon me, s-sire?” She sputtered, sopping wet from being shoved into the half-full bathtub.
Her clothes were ruined from the lavender that had stained the water - and the whites of her uniform - purple. Her makeup was running and her entire body felt warm. She looked a mess from the sudden fall. He had never been more turned on.
“You cleaned me,” he stated with a scoff. “Now, it’s your turn; unless you plan to defy your King?”
Oh, God.
The tub was long and wide enough that he was a metre or so away from where he had yanked her in, but he was slowly inching his way closer. In all his glory, he rose to his feet. She tried to look away, but her eyes were locked onto his fully erect cock, standing at attention. She didn’t know why it made her feel so flustered. It wasn’t like she hadn’t seen or touched all of him before, and only moments ago. There was something about this, though, that felt intimate. It was no debate that the young king was handsome and certainly well-endowed, but he wasn’t the type to fuck his staff; that was a fact amongst the entire kingdom. He hadn’t taken on any lovers, supposedly, during his entire reign.
He stopped when he was right in front of her stunned form. His silver eyes appraised her, pleased with how much she resembled a scared lamb. He knew she wanted him just as much as he craved her. This game of cat and mouse had gone on for long enough. Tonight was the night where he made her release her inhibitions. Tonight was the night where he would claim his cute maid.
Her eyes were alternating from his stiff manhood to his face, unsure of what to do. She couldn’t move without nudging him as she stood. Moreover, he had just subtly threatened her. She didn’t want to know what he would do if she didn’t comply.
This was wrong - she knew it was. Why was she so turned on, then? Why did she want nothing more than to let her king have her? The simple answer was that it had been a while, and there was something about his power that made her hot. The complex answer was that she had feelings for someone she could never have. Seeing as it was far less depressing to go with the first response, she decided to dismiss the latter. Of course she didn’t have a crush on her King.
Of course not.
She licked her lips as she stared at the precum forming on his tip. It looked so tasty. She could easily lean over and lick it off before it dripped into the soapy water below.
“Waiting for your orders like a good servant?”
“U-uh, I’m… I’m a little… confused, sire,” she mumbled, electing to look him in the eye. “A-are you asking… me… to…?”
“To suck my cock?” He asked with a devious smirk. “I am.”
The questions in her head died along with the words in her throat. Orbs wide, she was in a state of utter shock. It must have shown on her face, for he chuckled darkly.
“You wanted to stroke it longer during my bath, didn’t you, amour?”
She bit her lips and looked away frantically. It was true, but she couldn’t admit to that, could she?
He. was. her. boss, not. her. lover.
This wasn’t meant to be romantic. This wasn’t meant to be anything but carnal sex. She had to think of this as merely another duty that she was obligated to perform… even if she secretly wanted it. She couldn’t let him know that his favourite maid had been watching him for months, now, wanting to jump his bones. The amount of times she had slid a gentle finger along her engorged clit, moaning his name beneath her breath as she laid in bed at night, were far too plentiful. She would be fired if he thought she was too horny. That’s what had happened to Petra, one of the previous maids. She had gotten too attached to her King, and he had let her go.
The woman gulped. She had to play this cool. She had to give him exactly what he wanted without mixing her own feelings into it. Getting more comfortably to her knees, she scuttled closer to his crotch. His head pressed against her cheek as she gazed up at him with the most sultry, submissive glare she could muster.
“May I suck your cock, master?”
Levi hummed in amusement, his short black hair cascading over his face as he tilted her chin up to get a better look at her. So obedient for him. So beautiful. All his.
“Get to work, you shitty maid,” he demanded in the same manner by which he often asked her to tidy his office.
She had no choice but to give into her biological instincts and abide by his rule; she allowed herself to overindulge. Her mouth fell on his length, taking him halfway down her throat as her tongue slid along his meaty girth. His precum slid down her throat the more she took him, sending a shiver down her spine. He tasted tangy. In seconds, his hand was roughly buried in her tresses, pushing her closer to his lap. She took him completely, like a good girl.
He hissed beneath his breath. He hadn’t expected her to be so forward, particularly because she acted so meek in his presence. He knew that his status was intimidating for a person like her, who had only gotten a job at his palace due to recommendations. The woman’s family was poor and she was barely making enough to support them, herself, and all of her siblings. She had no idea that she was to be his queen one day.
He snagged her head backwards, removing himself entirely from her warm, eager cavern. Lifting his cock up, he urged her to polish his balls, lavishing them with attention. She shoved her face into them, licking and sucking on his sack with wild abandon. Her core tightened at the thought of what she was doing, as she ducked down lower and rubbed her tongue in circles beneath his balls. She was giving the mighty king of this land a sloppy blowjob. His balls were on her chin and his dick would be down her throat for most of the evening. If this was a dream, then she hoped she never woke up. This was exhilarating.
“You do this often, brat?” He grunted, stroking her cheek while she worked away.
She shook her head. Only a few times; not much. She knew what to do from speaking with her friends about boys when they had all been troublesome teenagers. Most of them had been more sexually active than her, and they had liked to share their escapades.
Levi was pleased with her reply. The last thing he wanted was a filthy woman. It didn’t mind that she had fucked others in the past; the important thing was that he would be her last, that his dick would be the only one she enjoyed for the rest of her life. He yanked her head back up to his cock and traced the tip along her parted lips.
“Think you deserve it, my little servant?” He prompted.
She blinked, tears in the sides of her eyes from the pressure of being roughed up. She could only whisper a soft, “please,” before he demanded that she strip so that he could test out the rest of her. He wanted her to prove that she was entitled to hopping on his dick whenever he deemed; he wanted her to show him her worth. Most of all, though, he wanted her to show him how submissive she was.
And she would, if she knew what was good for her. The king was an impatient man.
Okay! Here we are, holy shit. I got stuck on this like a million times and I’m so glad it’s finally done :’)
Warning: Abuse, extreme manipulation, kidnapping, mentioning of noncon, noncon touching, spanking, picking fights, punishment, yandere behaviour.
You still had dreams of that day he had arrived at the door of your temporary home. Sometimes they were pleasant, other times they were wretched. Last night, for instance, you had dreamt that he had gone away after you had pleaded him to never show his face to you or your son again. You had woken up in a good mood. The night prior, though, you had experienced a terrible nightmare of him entering the home from the upstairs window and killing your child. You doubted that he would have really done such a thing, given that he seemed to care dearly for the boy, but it remained a jarring thought.
Truthfully, Hawks was unpredictable.
You hadn’t expected him to kidnap you. You hadn’t expected him to release you after he had gotten you pregnant. And you certainly hadn’t anticipated his return after he had left such a sparse, grim note. It scared you, his sporadic nature. You had no idea how he would react to any news these days — good or bad. It was all dependent on his mood, as well as how nice you had been to him that week. However, you also found that he was getting more and more unforgiving of your minor errors as the relationship commenced. It likely had something to do with the pressure he was under at work. He hadn’t disclosed too many of the details, but you recognized the tension in his shoulders whenever you saw him come home after a long day.
You could also see it when he played with (s/n). The way his hands gripped him was far too rough, and the manner in which he tossed him in the air, only to catch him seconds before he dropped completely, always left you on edge. You feared that he would hurt the little one by accident one day… or maybe on purpose…?
No.
Not yet, at least.
You prayed he wouldn’t, but you didn’t think he would be able to help himself if he got supremely angry. As far as Hawks was concerned, that was his son. In his eyes, it was his job to keep him under control through the use of threats and corporal punishment — not yours. You played a nurturing role, whereas he was the patriarch of the house. He would be the only one to discipline (s/n). Your eyes shifted to the crib on the far side of the room. It was about three o’clock in the afternoon. God, you hoped he wouldn’t.
In a half hour, you would start chopping up vegetables for the soup you planned to make tonight. It was one of Keigo’s favourites. When he had first brought the two of you back to his home, he had demanded that you make it for him immediately. It had been two months since then, and he had only gotten more enthusiastic about the meal. You supposed that he wasn’t much of a chef. As such, his time away from you had likely consisted of him warming up noodles and microwaving chicken. If he hadn’t been your kidnapper and if you’d had an ounce of love for him, you would have been touched by his gracious encouragement.
“Piece of shit,” you mumbled beneath your breath, face contorting into one of utter rage, as you exited the room.
You placed toward the kitchen and turned on the light. It was raining outside. The clouds had been grey since yesterday. Nowadays, weather like this only reminded you of how much you wanted to cry. And you did cry sometimes, but only when he wasn’t home. The pro hero didn’t like to see your tears unless he had caused them. Even then, you could tell it broke whatever sort of decayed heart he still had in his chest to witness you bawling your eyes out.
“Son of a fucking bitch,” you hissed, walking to the fridge to grab some ingredients.
You took out carrots, green onions, celery, and leftover chicken from the night before. Even if you had been a vegan or vegetarian before being kidnapped, you would have had to accommodate to his tastes. This pained you greatly. Cooking was supposed to be a form of expression. Cooking was supposed to be rewarding. It almost seemed like nothing in your life could have meaning, lest the father of your child granted it. You slammed the ingredients down on the counter and ripped open the drawer to grab a cutting board. Of course, the knives had been taken away, so you had to use a fork to cut things. It took a while and made your hands hurt, but at least Keigo got his way.
“I want him to die,” you murmured. “Fuck, do I ever want him to die.”
You grabbed a fork and got to chopping, taking care to dice the green onions as best you could. You shaved the carrots with the side of the utensil, gritting your teeth as the metal dug harshly against your bones. By the time all the vegetables were prepped, a half hour had passed. You hadn’t meant to start readying dinner this early, but at least it was done. (S/n) hadn’t seemed to have roused yet, either, leaving you with a little extra time to yourself. Unfortunately, this was a rare occurrence; you would take your wins where you could, though.
You set the girl down on the counter and washed your hands in the sink. You dried the on the towel dangling from the cabinet handle. As you turned around, you were met with a bird-like gaze and hair that shined like the tallest sunflower. Your mouth ran dry and your mood immediately plummeted even lower than before.
It seemed you would take your loses where you could, too; he was home too early. The smirk on his face told you that he knew it, too.
“Oh!” You gasped, genuinely surprised. “You’re home…”
You visibly cringed, knowing how that had sounded. He had taught you countless times how he wanted to be greeted when he arrived home. He had told you endlessly about how he had always wanted his wife to embrace him enthusiastically after a long day. You weren’t being the trophy he wanted you to be right now. You weren’t even his wife, but that didn’t matter.
“Not happy to see me?” He asked, a twisted expression dancing behind that smug look of his.
He wanted you to make a mistake.
“Th-that’s not it,” you sighed, hoping he would let you redeem yourself. “I’m sorry. I’m a little tired today.”
“You’re using that excuse a lot, babe,” he mused. “You sleeping okay?”
Many women would kill to be in your place. The number two hero was in your kitchen, in his hero suit, looking you up and down like a pure delicacy. Then again, many women were also oblivious to who he really was. No one saw the faces that he showed you. No one understood his mood swings and behavioural patterns like you. It made you sick to think that he had chosen you to be with him, that something in his head had simply snapped when he had rescued you that fateful day. This was an obsessive, possessive, and destructive love. In fact, you weren’t even sure if it could be constituted as love, anymore.
Because he didn’t hit you, but he didn’t have to; other methods of punishment got the point across immaculately.
“Haw-” You covered your mouth, eyes wide, before swiftly correcting yourself. “K-Keigo, why don’t you get changed and let me start dinner?"
His eye had twitched when you had nearly called him Hawks. That wasn’t a good sign. He’d probably had another rough day.
You bit you lip and elected to change the topic. It was too bad your nerves got the better of you. You never could think properly under stress. If you hadn’t reacted so drastically, he might not have even noticed your mishap. Why were you so expressive? Why were you such an idiot?
"Still having trouble with my name, sweetheart?” He remarked, making your blood run cold. “I told you I didn’t mind it in the bedroom, but I’d really prefer if you got it through that pretty head of yours to call me.” One step. “Fucking.” Two steps. “Keigo.”
He was right in front of you, teeth gritted behind his friendly smile. To you, he looked like a bird of prey when he hovered over you like this, face threatening to do everything he’d said he wouldn’t. His brilliant red wings were folded behind him, but you noticed a few feathers of the kitchen tile. It always made you nervous, the thought that he would snap one day and use one of them to slit your throat. You wouldn’t even see it coming.
“I-I’m sorry,” you apologized quickly, hoping he didn’t notice the fear in your eyes. “My head is foggy, but I’ll do better.”
He hummed, honey eyes trailing over you, daring you to try and step away from him. You didn’t, of course, knowing how much worse he would become if you did.
“Got some dark circles under those gorgeous eyes of yours. Maybe I can help with that.”
His index finger rose up to rub beneath your right eye. You didn’t flinch, though the reflex to do so had been blatantly present with how you had angled your feet away from him. You didn’t know if he was referring to the sleeping pills or him fucking the life out of you. Either way, you didn’t want his help. It was true that you hadn’t been sleeping, but only he was to blame for that.
“N-no,” you stammered immediate, pursing your lips as his hands moved down the sides of your neck to caress your upper arms. “No, I’m just up thinking, that’s all. I-I’ll stop.”
“Thinking?” He cocked his head to the side, feigning confusion. “What about?”
About you, you fucking bastard, you wanted nothing more than to scream. About you and this life you’ve forced on me and (s/n)!
“I’ve just been wondering what my parents will think of you,” you lied, instead, hoping this would grant you favor in his good graces. “Th-they never liked my exes.”
There was no genuine amusement on his face. He was still in a sadistic mood. Despite the change in his tone and the smile on his lips, he was intent on watching you slip up. He wanted to punish you. He was looking for a reason to vent this week’s cumulative frustrations out on your poor figure.
“Heh. I was thinking about that at work today,” he said, finally. “You really think the number two hero’ll have trouble winning them over, babe?”
You released a breath you hadn’t even known you had been holding when he spoke. Of course, this was an entirely new argument that he was subjecting you to. It was becoming painfully clear that no matter how much you tried to deescalate his raging temper, he would dismiss your efforts because he wanted the impending battle.
“Besides,” his hand came up to stroke your trembling cheek. “I’m not like your exes.”
To deny him this faulty fact was insanity. Thus, you nodded your head in agreement. It was partly true. He wasn’t like your exes in the sense that none of them had pulled anything close to this. None of them had gotten you pregnant, fled, and then returned to collect you. None of them had terrified you on a daily basis. None of them had raped you.
“That’s right,” you spoke obediently. “You’re not.”
Pleased with your reply, he smiled. “Agreeable today.”
“I’m trying to be.”
“Maybe you deserve a reward, then.”
Your blood ran cold. You didn’t want what he was implying.
He backed you up against the head of the kitchen table, effectively trapping you. Leaning over your trembling form, his face was contorted in a malicious, knowing smirk. He boxed you in, slamming his hands down on either side of the table. You fell backwards as much as you could without crawling completely on top of the surface that was digging cruelly into your lower back. His disturbing, handsome face was inches from your own. A tuft of blonde hair was dangling in front of his eye, giving him a disheveled appearance.
At that moment, you thought he was going to wring your neck. You had never seen such darkness within him. The number of things he wanted to subject you to was great, and each of them were cutthroat. You didn’t know what was stopping him — what stopped him every time he was pissed off like this — but you prayed that your luck never ran out.
“Aw, scared of me, all of a sudden?” He cooed, feigning innocence. “I’d never hurt you, babe; I’m a hero, remember?”
He saved people, but he wasn’t your hero. He stopped the crime rate from rising in your country, but he wasn’t your hero. He was deluding himself if he thought you saw him as anything other than a fake. You gritted your teeth and restrained yourself from barking these things out loud. You had to keep a measured tone in his presence.
“K-Keigo,” you exhaled wearily. “I need to start dinner.”
He pouted, tossing a glance to the clock behind him. He furrowed his brow when he discovered that it wasn’t even four-thirty, yet. He didn’t have any concept of cooking a good meal, you know. Before you had come along, he had been eating a lot of microwavable meals. Being an imposter in hero’s clothing took a lot out of him during the day.
“You’re kidding, right?” He scoffed. “We eat at six o’clock every night. It doesn’t take that long to cook up somethin’ good, sweetie.” He shook his head, then, chuckling. “I fuckin’ hate it when you lie to me, y’know.”
It wasn’t necessarily a lie. It regularly took you about an hour and a half to cook every evening because you wanted to ensure that the dish was done correctly. You weren’t a master chef or anything, but you knew Hawks liked his dinner when it was prepared with care. When you had half-assed it one time, he had shown you his distaste by bending you over the counter as you were doing dishes, and having his cockhead kiss your cervix until he was satisfied. That hadn’t been fun. Since then, you always made it a point to create dishes that didn’t "look” lazy… even if it was a mere pot of rice with some assorted vegetables. It was all about presentation.
“No,” you insisted, being careful not to sound too defiant. “I promise it’s true.”
Suddenly, you heard you son crying loudly for you in the next room. Your eyes widened when you moved to rush for the other room, only to be stopped by a stripped feather that stabbed halfway through the doorframe. You knew better than to continue moving when he gave you warnings like this. Nevertheless, your heart was twisting and turning for your baby boy. He sounded so lost, so scared without you to lull him back to rest.
Large gloved hands gripped your shoulders, squeezing them sharply. It was like a reminder that you belonged to him — not the child; he was the only one you should be running to. His obsession truly ran so deep, that he was jealous of the attention you gave to his own offspring. God, how had his possessive tendencies evolved to be this dark?
“Keigo,” you murmured, keeping your tone steady, soft, and submissive. “The baby—”
“—can wait until we’re done, here,” he muttered firmly, warm breath ghosting over the shell of your ear. “It’d do him some good to cry it out for once. You coddle him too fucking much, (f/n).”
Leaving the child to cry it out at this age wasn’t an adequate method. Moreover, you would have at least wanted to check on him, in case something was wrong. Nonetheless, you knew that if you spoke up, you would increase the chance of being brutally punished for a series of minor slip-ups. Hopefully, he would make this quick if you cooperated the way he wanted you to.
“Bend over the other side of the table for me, will ya, sweetie?”
You took a deep breath, walking across the length of the furniture to do as he said.
“And hike up at pretty skirt.”
You weren’t wearing panties. He didn’t let you wear underwear anymore, exactly for this reason. Quick access was best access, even if it made you uncomfortable, because all you did was live for him, right? You flipped up your skirt and flinched as the cool air of the home hit your bare skin. Your captor hummed at the sight of your cute pussy and ass, amusement in his voice instead of disdain.
He pressed his hand against your right cheek, stroking it gently before spreading you open. You didn’t want him to fuck you here, like this, while you son was bawling close by. Fortunately for you, that wasn’t his plan. You heard him unbuckle the belt from his hero costume — the one with the metal H on the front. It was better than being violated, though not by much.
The last time he had put you in your place like this, your ass had been bruised for a straight week. It had hurt to sit down and lie on your back. Hell, it had even hurt to move. Your muscles had ached so much, and your lower back had suffered from the poor treatment. You were pretty sure that you had some visceral damage from the ordeal. No doubt, this torture would only exacerbate what was already there.
Would you try your luck and beg for him to use his hand? It was worth a shot. The worst he could do was say no, and then give you an extra whack for daring to dicker with him. The best he could do was find a shred of sanity within himself and agree to go easier; that wasn’t likely, though, seeing as he had been having bad day after bad day lately. Ah, well.
“Um, K-Keigo?” You asked, sweetly uttering his name in a sorry attempt to appeal to his goodness.
He paused, but not before you heard the leather end of his belt hit the floor. “If you’re gonna beg, don’t.”
You kept your lips sealed. No begging, no working around him, no nothing. He said he didn’t want to hear it, so you would abide by this. You knew what would happen if you didn’t. Your previous fighting had given you an indication of what would happen, here.
“Ten seems fair,” he drawled, as if he was casually discussing dinner options with you. “Sing for me, yeah?”
With that, the leather of his belt came down hard on your right cheek. You hissed, clenching your teeth and thighs together tightly. You could already feel the rug-like burn that would serve to bruise your poor backside for days to come. You counted diligently as four more connected around the same area, making sure to annunciate each number so that he didn’t make you start over. He liked to torment you like this. He said it was payback for him having to chase you all the way to the countryside, when he had decided to leave you and (s/n) to your devices for a while.
Yeah; he had made it excruciatingly clear that he was still mad about that, even now. When he did these horrible things to your body, he usually cooed praise in your ear. You could always tell when he was in a sour mood when he didn’t, when he stuck to calling you his songbird if you screamed a little too loud.
“What are we at now, babe?” He tested you.
“S-six,” you wheezed, winded from panting so hard, withholding dreadful cries, and withstanding the agony. “W-w-we’re at… s-s-s-six…”
“Good.” The arrogance that dripped from his smooth voice made you nauseous. “Five more with the metal end, and then you can start dinner.”
You cringed, bracing yourself for the initial hit of the unforgiving H. It would brand you, as it always did. You wondered why he didn’t just carve his name into your flesh, if he was so keen on seeing the first letter of his hero name. Maybe it was because it didn’t last long. Maybe he wanted your skin to remain unmarred.
It struck your ass with the force of a lightning bolt. You released a shrill scream, shaking the room. You could never hope to get used to the sensation of solid metal hitting your cheeks.
You heard him snicker under his breath, “doesn’t get old.”
Keigo delivered four more after the sixth, each of which you vocalized by the respective number, knowing that anything less would land you in a tight spot. When he was finished, he stroked your back like a lover, trying to calm you down as if he wasn’t the one who had tortured you for the last two minutes. Tears streamed silently down your cheeks as he leaned over your sore ass, pressing his firm erection against your twitching, dry hole.
You didn’t curse at him like you wanted to, nor did you tell him you would one day run far, far away from this place. You let his hands — one gloved and the other free — run over your figure and trace your crevices. It took a minute of swallowing your phlegm to realize that he was consoling you; he was giving you aftercare the way he knew it. You wondered if anyone had ever harmed him like this, seeing as he seemed so well versed in both the role of the perpetrator and the victim. You didn’t know which one he liked to act as the most; it depended on the day.
In the background, you could hear s/n screeching for you. You closed your eyes and pursed your lips. He needed you, but you couldn’t get to him yet. It was one of the most devastating things you had ever been subjected to. You tensed when he wrapped his arms around your torso, straightened you out, and pulled you to his masculine chest.
“You took it so well, hun,” he whispered, the stubble on his chin scraping your shoulder. “Wish you didn’t make me do that all the time.”
"I-I’m sorry,” you muttered, knowing what he wanted before he could verbally demand it.
He hushed you gingerly. “I know you are, sweetheart. I know you won’t do it again.”
Keigo petted your hair a few more times before letting you up. It took you some time to register that he had even pulled back, so entranced by the reverberating pain and his absolute shift in mood. You gazed at him nervously, while he casted you a sadistic smile. He wanted you to mess up, again, so that this cycle could continue until he was satisfied. It was because of this that you knew you would make another unforgivable mistake by the time dinner rolled around. It was inevitable and you were exhausted. Without a doubt, you would do something else to make him upset, even if it was a stretch.
Your abuser shifted, throwing his arms high over his head before releasing a mighty yawn. His wings unfurled and twitched along with his jerky movements — they were big and intimidating, just like him.
“Right,” he huffed, clapping his hands once enthusiastically. “I’m gonna shower. I’ll leave (s/n) to you.”
And then, he left you there, standing, with fresh tears streaming down your bloodshot eyes and your skirt a rumpled mess.
You should check out @heichoudaddery! They don't write yandere but their writing is amazing. Their Levi x reader story style and smut is amazingly written.
@heichoudaddery you’ve got a fan! 😄 And I just read your daddy kink drabble, which was exactly the quality filth I signed up for. Very well done, my God. I don’t think I’ve ever read a Levi daddy kink drabble as great as that. It just…. fit.
I hope all you Levi simps reading this go and check ‘er out 🤗
Yandere Jean is so sick and tired of getting rejected by Mikasa, that he decides to drink his pain away. He meets a cute barmaid there and well, suddenly, Mikasa who?
Bruh yandere Jean is a treat 👌
Warning: Death, extreme manipulation, yandere behaviour.
Jean Kirsten wasn’t the type to hurt others. In fact, Jean Kirsten had signed onto the Survey Corps in order to save others. That’s why, when he’d had to inevitably kill your brother so that you could finally fucking pay attention to him, instead, he had shocked himself. But it wasn’t like he could have helped it.
The man had been on his deathbed for months, now, occupying your time and energy as he wasted away. The doctors kept saying any day now, but any day hadn’t come soon enough. You hadn’t been eating or taking care of yourself. Worse yet, you had been avoiding him, your new boyfriend. He had tried to be understanding, seeing as you had been so patient with him upon your first meeting - he had still been hung up over Mikasa, back then. He’d had enough when you told him that you would need a few more weeks with just your brother.
That’s when he had snapped.
Of course, it had been a proverbial snap; you hadn’t even noticed his change in aura. Something in his head had just… stopped inhibiting him from doing what he had to do. He realized that he couldn’t share his human with anyone - even their own family. He had to be all you had left, just as you were to him. You had to feel how much he loved you. You had to love him back.
Him and only him.
Only him.
So, he had slipped an elusive poison into his food. Undetectable. Black market. Stolen from one of the drug heists that he and a member of the Garrison unit had happened across one evening. No one had seen him do it. He hadn’t even known if it would work until your brother had been found expired in his bed that night. No autopsy, because they already knew what it was. No autopsy, because you never believed your boyfriend would do such a heinous thing to vie for your limited attention.
Jean had to admit that it wasn’t his finest moment, that he hadn’t necessarily wanted to kill. What else could he have done, though? Now, the two of you were at peace. You had a weight off your shoulders, and you hadn’t mentioned your brother’s name in months. All you talked about was him, and how supportive he had been through your difficult times, and how much you were looking forward to marrying him.
You had no idea of the darkness that lurked within him when it came to you, and if he had it his way, you never would. He didn’t know what he would do if you ever turned on him, after all he’s done for the sake of your love.
Yandere Levi gets his civillian darling to call him Captain in bed-
ALWAYS 👀 no one can tell me otherwise.
What ask in your ask box do you want to write the most right now? And how many asks do you currently have? I hope you're not overwhelmed..
Oh fam, my ask box has 59 asks in it right now! I’m shocked! Fortunately, I don’t get overwhelmed by too much, but thank you for your concern ❤️ that’s very sweet!
They aren’t necessarily asks, but I’m pumped to finish up the last part to Atypical (yandere Hawks) today or tomorrow so I can finally get it out of my drafts! Then, it’s the tenth part of The Basement’s Monster, which is also coming to a close. Ahhh, it feels so nice to finish thingssss 🤤
Okay, I’m so curious! You said Mafia!Levi wouldn’t ever let go of one of his girls, and that he’s really possessive over them. What if one of his favorites had a bf/husband/crush that got the money together super quick so she didn’t have to work there anymore? The other guy is just so wholesome and wants the girl to be safe and happy. Like, would Levi just let her go at that point? Would he somehow raise the debt? Levi’s unpredictable man, I just am riddled with questions!
Okay! I combined this with another ask that wanted to know how mafia Levi would say goodbye to one of his slaves.
Warning: Harem, sex slavery(?).
Really, there’s no rule saying he can’t keep them forever. He helps run an underground operation. Who is the woman or her lover going to call, the police? He’d have them paid off instantly.
But mafia Levi is better than that.
He’s a man of his word.
He wouldn’t want to keep a slave who had absolutely no desire to serve him past her debt.
If she’s his favourite, he might offer to keep her on for profit. If she said no, though, he’d have to let her go. He would keep tabs on her and her lover for a while afterwards, however, just to ensure they kept their mouths shut about his operation. He would also change which strongholds he inhabited, in case they called the authorities with information. Otherwise, I think he would be able to let the lady go live her life. He can always find more vulnerable young women to rope into his harem.
In terms of how he’d say goodbye to one of his slaves, well, let’s just say he would make her extremely sore for the remainder of her week. He would also slip her the number of his most recent burner phone, in case her lover couldn’t please her as he had. 😏
Mafia Levi getting a surprise birthday gift from two of his slaves. He wakes up to them giving him a blowjob
(I'll just go shower with holy water now bye-)
(got room for two? lmaooo)
Warning: Harem, oral sex, sex slavery(?).
He like, makes it a point to tell the two in his bedroom beforehand so that they wake him up in the best way possible on his special day. He treats his birthday like any other day, usually, but his slaves working in unison to please their master makes him giddy for the first time in a while. When they finish taking his load down their throats, he generously tells them that he’ll decrease an ample amount of their debt for how good they made him feel.
Aw. What a nice mafioso; forgiving only half of the interest his slaves have accumulated on debt they would only ever pay off when he saw fit.
Hey, Slashy! happy sunday! 😄 how you doing?
Happy Sunday!! I hope everyone is doing great 😄
I’m trying to make my parents isolate, which is an issue because my father is an unruly Irishman who doesn’t believe in ordering groceries online. 😮💨 Otherwise, I’m okay since I’ve had some wine!
Ok so what's happening with chrono and reader when overhaul asks him to bathe her tho. Does chrono dare to take a slice of kai's cockwarmer?
Oh, so we want some Chrono love in this series? 👀 Absolutely.
Warning: Angst, delusional thinking, dirty thoughts, dominance, exhibitionism, sex slavery(?), thoughts of hate sex, violence.
Hari Kurono was no fool.
He knew better than to touch his boss’ possessions. He had been friends with Kai too long to think that he would tolerate disobedience, even from the likes of him. The yakuza head liked to maintain strict order. He praised cleanliness and purity, while condemning filth and corruption. His men were allowed to be unclean, but corrupt? Not in his name. Not beneath his roof. That meant following his rules to a T and avoiding slip-ups. There were things that were never acceptable, as well. One of those things was exactly what he was doing presently, as he dragged you down the winding corridors of the Hassaikai’s underground complex.
No one but Overhaul was permitted to touch you.
Kurono growled softly beneath his breath. The young leader was different when it came to you. He was more protective than he had ever seen, and he didn’t pull any punches when it came to destroying those who merely grazed your flesh. He supposed that to his mysophobic companion, consuming what you had to offer was akin to eating healthy food; just as he was careful with what he ate, he had to be careful about who he fucked. The slightest speck of dirt could set him off. In fact, that was exactly why he was in this predicament.
It was because you hadn’t been able to stop some brute from touching you, and now, you were filthy. Stupid girl. You should have known better than to walk past a group of low-lives, who had just watched you get stretched out by their new employer. Anyone would get aroused, watching your cunt sink down on your master’s thick cock, but men like that had no inhibitions. You should have kept your distance. You were getting too blissfully unaware of your surroundings, relying solely on Overhaul’s direction. Kurono clicked his tongue in annoyance.
He glanced over his shoulder to see that you were crying. Tripping over your tall heels as he tugged you along, tears were streaming down your cheeks. You were visibly flustered by what had occurred. He almost felt sorry for you.
“Hurry up,” he snarled, instead. “We’re on a tight schedule!”
He was frantic. The bathroom was a few short metres away, but his mind was racing. What did Kai mean when he said that he wanted you bathed and flawless? Was it his job to do this, or could he rely on you to cleanse your body? Moreover, if he did help you wash, would he be killed for touching you…? He didn’t know. He wanted to say no, but with the way his friend had been acting recently, he wasn’t so sure.
Tearing open the door, he practically threw you into the room before slamming the door shut behind him. He flicked the lock. He didn’t think you would try to escape. Nevertheless, he didn’t want to take any chances.
You looked like a scared animal. Your makeup was a mess, as was your hair. You were trembling like a newborn, and you had this fear in those doe-like eyes of yours. He gritted his teeth beneath his mask. You were so pathetic. You were so innocent. He understood why Kai liked you so much; it was because you were simple to brainwash and manipulate.
“He wants you clean,” Kurono muttered, voice gruff. “So clean yourself.”
You nodded shakily, bending over to sloppily undo your heels. The bathroom had a shower that was open concept with a transparent curtain. It was large - big enough for three, perhaps. There were shelves full of black body, hand, and face towels on either side of it. Soaps, shampoos, and conditioners were located on the bottom ones, all brand new. This was the only bathroom you were permitted to use down here. It was reserved solely for you and Kai.
Kurono watched intently as your body swayed toward the shower, hesitantly stepping in before reaching for the curtain. You were a sight for sore eyes. Maybe that was why he had spoken up, because despite his mild disdain for you, he thought you were physically appealing.
“Keep the curtain open,” he demanded, startling you. “I’m here to make sure you get every inch.”
You were unsure for a moment, evaluating whether or not you would do as he asked. The two of you had probably only ever exchanged ten sentences to each other since your arrival, and most of it had been him explaining the layout of the labyrinth. He didn’t blame you for not wanting to obey him as you did Kai. He couldn’t lie, though; there had been many nights where he had wished you did. That’s why, when you did as you were told and allowed him to watch you shower, he felt his cock swell with desire.
How many times had he stroked himself to thoughts of you swinging your legs on either side of his lap and lowering your tight pussy onto his erection? Far too many. You were the forbidden fruit that he could never have. You were a woman that he could only dream about. Well, at least he could add this endeavour to his memory for later.
You started the water and released a breathy sigh when it hit your bare chest. The droplets fell quickly over your breasts, dripping off your ridges and nipples. He could imagine his cum spilling the same way, washing over your tits like a gushing waterfall.
You picked up the soap and started running the bar over your flesh sensually. For a second, Kurono could have sworn you had gazed over at him and smirked. That must have been his eyes playing cruel tricks on him, however; he was positive that you were entirely devoted to your master, and that no other could catch your interest. He wished you would have beckoned him over, asking him to wash your back. He wished that you would have bent over for him, so he could show you how goddamn annoying your presence was all the time. If he had it his way, you wouldn’t be a cockwarmer - you would be a stress reliever. He would take out the day’s anger on your holes, creaming them at least twice per night.
Oh, the stamina he would have with you.
You stroked your hair with shampoo, and then conditioner, making sure you were conservative with your time. You scrubbed extra hard at the place that the recruit had touched. You didn’t stop until the skin there was raw. You knew Overhaul would check. You knew you had to be convincing if you didn’t want him to destroy you, only to recreate you, again.
Kurono also liked your naturally submissive nature. He liked that you were so agreeable, that you were willing to humiliate yourself for your master. You were frail. You needed to be protected. You deserved to be possessed. He only found you annoying because of how you made him want to fuck you on a regular basis.
He closed his eyes and sighed. He had to get ahold of himself. He was thinking too much.
You turned the water off soon after you had washed all the soap from your hair, face, and body. The room was steamy by the time you climbed out of the shower to grab a towel. He scanned your form with critical, hungry eyes. He paused on your breasts, watching them jiggle as you dried yourself off. It wasn’t like you could see him behind his plague doctor mask, after all; he could do as he pleased. Silence filled the room as he did exactly that, until you inevitably broke it.
“Do you think he’ll kill me?”
He hadn’t expected you to speak so freely, or to ask such a stupid question.
“No,” he answered promptly.
You furrowed your brows, not convinced. “…really?”
And Kurono was frustrated. “It would be too inconvenient to train another whore.”
Because it was true. It was also his way of reassuring you that Overhaul cared - in some twisted way - about your petty life. If he didn’t, you would have been killed the second you had inconvenienced him.
Regardless, his explanation seemed to do the trick for a simple woman like you, judging by the small smile that tugged at the sides of your lips. You got the gist of it. You were safe.
He only hoped he was.
Pegnon! here, yea I can see what u mean by yan!alucard not subbing but something inside me just NEEDS to be a gentle mommy dom that’s all like I just really want to hold him and tell him he’s a good boy (you may now experience enlightenment in the true cat maid form)
Hey, we all crave different things in life. Being a gentle mommy dom to Alucard is at least achievable in some dimension.
(these conversations we’re having are enlightening me more than church)
For the newer version of WPBO would the two alternate endings still be sorta ‘canon’ in your story universe or will it just depend on how you write the new ending?
All answers shall be revealed…… whenever I know them! LOL honestly, I have no idea. So far, I’m sort of just writing things out and seeing what fits. Drafting is a horrible process, but a necessary one :’)
Lmao Real mvp here-I sent that Mikasa little sister ask I don't know how long ago and completely forgot about it. Now you've got me anticipating it! 🔥🔥
You’re got a fuckin’ thinker on you, real mvp anon! Cannot wait to dive into that prompt. Hope it lives up to the hype I’ve just generated for it lmao
Could a I request the most Kinkest thing you’ve ever thought of for Yandere Alucard. I mean that vampire would probably make you go numb😂
This shit right here is probably the kinkiest stuff I’ve ever written for this man. While I was writing it, I was sweating, like, “oh shit I’m actually doing this it’s happening” lmaoooo I mean, shapeshifting and tentacle sex?
My actual face:
Here's a twisted one:
Canon Levi is in love with reader--who is in love with Erwin. Erwin promises reader that he'll finally acknowledge her feelings for him after the mission to wall maria. Levi overhears and that's why he chooses to save Armin instead of Erwin. He comforts her and her broken heart, in hopes of gaining her love.
Ohhhh my fucking godddd.
And reader never finds out!! 😱
Okay so Canon verse with a dash of A/B/O.
Yandere Alpha Levi finds his mate- a sweet, civillian omega. And she's engaged to someone else.
Well, I mean…. not for long 👀
Love the cockwarming series but you mentioned a clit leash earlier and Overhaul putting one on you and leading you around all day with it to everything he does. You’re leaving wet spots where ever you sit and but the end of the day your thighs are soaked by how much slick you’ve produced that he fucks you good and hard to praise you for a job well done 🥺👉🏼👈🏼
Oh my g-
(this is shockingly softer than my usual shit what)
Warning: Clitoral leashing, cockwarming, creampie, dominance, oral sex, sex slavery(?), slight exhibitionism, possessiveness, slight yandere behaviour, smut, submissive reader.
It no longer embarrassed you to be undressed in front of others - not since you had started serving Overhaul. Nudity was something that had become rather informal to you, seeing as it occurred so often. Sometimes, you remembered the meek teenager who had been nervous of boys and sex. Your former self would have gawked in disbelief at where you were, now.
You walked slightly behind your master as he led you down the chilly hallways of the Shie Hassaikai’s hidden labyrinth. Your head was fixed downwards, teeth digging into your lower lip, as your pussy spasmed for the umpteenth time since this morning. He had dressed you in a white blouse that dipped to just above your breasts. It was transparent, giving anyone who dared to look at the boss’s cocksleeve a fantastic view of lusciously pert nipples. Hugging your hips tightly was a short black skirt that rode up from behind whenever you moved your legs too much. Finally, your feet were clad in black and white heels, which clacked against the tiled floors in a rhythmic, industrious manner.
You recognized that your aesthetic had been tailored to match Chisaki’s usual dark ensemble, and thus, you wore it with delight. The only thing that tore your attention away from being the yakuza’s proud little slut, was the leashing system he had placed on your poor clit. The clamp was fastened tightly to your nub. The sensation had been uncomfortable at first, but then you had grown damp. Throughout the morning, you had felt a pressure building within your loins, increasing every time he pulled even gently on the attachment. Everywhere you went, your juices coated your thighs. Your master seemed to pay it no mind, and you doubted he would unless you weren’t able to contain it.
That wouldn’t happen. He had taught you to be meticulous with your duties. You had held his cum in your hole more than a handful of times; it followed that you could surely hold in your own. After all, what use were you if you couldn’t even upkeep your workspace to the standard of cleanliness that he liked?
You picked up the pace when you felt him tug harder on your aching bud, barely stopping yourself from releasing a breathy sigh. Chronostasis and Mimic were walking behind you. If Overhaul hadn’t heard you, they definitely would have. In fact, you were sure that Mimic would have piped off immediately, griping about how you didn’t know how to follow orders. That bastard relished in causing you trouble when he thought he could get away with it.
“Last meeting for the day,” Chrono mused, exhaling behind his intricate plague doctor mask.
“About time,” the deceptively small Hassaikai director huffed. “That last guy wouldn’t stop talking.”
Chisaki hummed in nonverbal agreement. You could tell by the way he had been gripping your bare thigh during the prior meeting that he had been annoyed with his previous client. Business was business, though, and your master had to maintain his patience to a fine degree.
Chrono and Mimic rushed ahead to open the door of the next meeting room, letting both you and the boss through before shutting it behind them. Almost every place in the underground part of the compound looked like a replica of the first. You didn’t know how any of the members kept track of where they were throughout the day. Hell, you didn’t know how you managed to find your way around when you were summoned from your room.
Your eyes scanned the seating area. The audience this afternoon were two men. Chrono had mentioned that they were from an illegal drug distributing business. You didn’t know a great deal about Overhaul’s dealings, but you noticed that he conducted boisterous deals with those involved in drug operations. Fortunately, it wasn’t your responsibility to meddle in his affairs.
Your job was simply to sit still, warm his cock when he asked for it, and look like the dime piece he wanted you to be. It wasn’t secret that most of the people he met with in your presence thought you were breathtaking. You were both a sexual object and a symbol of his power… maybe something more, too, if what he said while you were alone meant anything.
You let the young head guide you to the couch opposite of the men, gold chain jingling to draw attention to you. One of the audience members looked surprised, while the other kept a strict poker face. You could tell which one meant business.
You, Chisaki, and Mimic took your places on the furniture. You followed procedure as best you could, while your core pulsated cruelly. You weren’t used to cushions; you were used to his lap. Perhaps if you asked nicely enough, he would let you slide on his length for the duration of the meeting. Alternatively, your jaw was up for holding his lathered, erect dick. You placed a careful hand on his thigh, just as you knew he liked.
“May I please you, master?” You asked in a sultry tone, meeting his content golden gaze shyly.
He took your hand in both of his gloved ones, and put it in your lap with the other. If he had been experiencing a particularly bad bout of his persistent mysophobia today, he might have instead glared at you — a silent vow that you would be punished later. You wondered if it helped that you were no longer a stranger to him. He had been using you for so long, that you imagined he was, in some way, comfortable with you. You didn’t leave the complex and you took several showers per day. You always did as he asked without question and you were obedient to a fault. He had shaped you into the perfect whore for him; one who was clean and worthy of worshipping his cock.
“Such an eager girl for me,” he applauded, stroking your cheek solely with his velvety voice. “Be patient, now.”
And you were. You were patient until the very end of the meeting. Thankfully, it didn’t last as long as the others. You managed to keep yourself from fidgeting by staring at the complexities of Chronostasis’ mask. If he noticed, he didn’t react. Perhaps it was because of what had transpired when he had bathed you that time, after that incident with the new recruits. He didn’t seem to spare you much of a second glance anymore.
Throughout the discussion, you had caught the wandering eyes of the audience several times, too. It became a game, of sorts, wherein you would meet their gaze, smile softly, and have them look away. Even they knew not to anger the boss by lingering too long. Overhaul welcomed anyone to stare at what you had to offer; the only rules were that the glances had to be fleeting and they couldn’t lay a finger on you. Your body was for him only.
“All right,” the more seasoned man of the two proclaimed. “We have a deal, then.”
“Good,” Chisaki smirked behind his face covering. “I was hoping you’d be understanding to our process.”
“If you say the drugs’ll be ready by next month, then I’ll hold you to it.”
The duo got up and bowed, already knowing better than to shake his hand. You couldn’t have been more happy to see them leave, escorted out by both Chrono and Mimic. You didn’t want to get your hopes up, but it was usually either a very had or a very good sign when Chisaki requested solitary time with you. Judging by how well you had behaved for him today, you guessed that he was going to reward you. The thought made you salivate.
“You were surprisingly good today, all things considered,” he sighed, breaking the compact silence.
“Thank you, sir,” you replied, meeting his intimidating glare.
His hand snaked between your thighs, parting them so that two of his digits could touch your sopping slit. The latex sliding between your lips made you shiver, but you kept your mouth shut. He hadn’t explicitly stated that he wanted to hear you.
“The leash sure made you needy.”
Clamp on your clit or not, he knew you were always a mess for him. He had trained you to be exactly the kind of slut he wanted.
“I’m assuming you want reprieve, sweetheart?”
He tugged on the chain, which had been confined securely in his grip the entire meeting. Instantly, your pussy clenched, wanting nothing more than to suck his fingers into its dampness. He didn’t give them to you, though. It was torture, having such warmth nearby, and being unable to do a thing for relief. You didn’t care if he kept the leash on, you just wanted him to ravage you.
“Yes, please,” you squeaked when he traced the outline of your folds with his index finger.
He hummed lustfully. It had been difficult to watch you walk around all day in revealing clothing. He wasn’t normally so tempted by human flesh, considering how filthy most of it was, but you were gradually becoming different. He still couldn’t touch you without his gloves, but he could mark you with his lips and teeth. He had discovered this one evening, when he had lost control and boxed you against his desk, pounding into your tight cunt like never before. It had occurred directly after you had been touched by that deceased recruit. So overwhelmed with rage that someone else would dare to lay their hands on what was his, he hadn’t been able to hold back. That you weren’t wearing your collar today was a testament to how much his trust in you had grown since then. He had wanted today to be relatively normal, with you playing the part of his pretty side piece. However, it didn’t change how hard he wanted to fuck you, now that his meetings were done.
Ah, well. That was what cocksleeves were for, right? Claiming over and over again, playing the role of a good cum dumpster reserved only for him.
He didn’t know what was coming over him when it came to you. Perhaps it had simply been too long since he had deemed anyone pure enough to fill. The intimacy was nice sometimes, too, and how you expressed your constant gratitude toward him? He couldn’t get enough.
Plagued by thoughts of having you repeatedly on the very couch he sat on, a dim look passed by his fine, pale visage. Voice barely above a whisper, he instructed, “bend over the arm of the couch.”
You jumped up and did exactly that. Folding yourself across the arm, giving him access to your ass. The skirt had ridden up to the point where it looked more like a pair of panties. The clamp enclosed around your clit dangled as he tugged on it, closing in behind you. You moaned, half-panting like a dog in heat. You couldn’t help it. You were unbelievably ready to be taken after so much edging. Your thighs were slick with your juices. The stimulation had been edging you all day. You desperately wanted your master’s hard pole in your depths.
The ravenette slipped himself out of his black trousers, erect and prepared to destroy any hole he craved. Like usual, he didn’t have to touch you to ensure you were wet; it was already a privilege to be fucked by the Hassaikai head. You were always ready.
Sinking all the way in, until the tip of his manhood nudged your back wall, Chisaki closed his eyes. You were like a dream. So tight and hot and clean, all for him. A low growl emerged from his throat.
“I’m going to ruin you.”
That was a promise.
“Please, master; I want your cum.”
That was a wish.
The man’s eyes stoic eyes softened. He unclasped his mask and set it on top of the coffee table. Chronostasis and Mimic wouldn’t be back for another fifteen minutes. He had time to indulge.
He ran a concealed hand along the stubble dotting his jawline. He had been too rushed to shave, these last two mornings. Fortunately, his mask covered most of it. He didn’t need Chrono pestering him about taking care of himself.
Leaning completely over your vulnerable form, he locked his lips onto the side of your neck and plowed into your spasming hole. His teeth dug into your flesh with the same fever that caused his hips to snap. You compressed him so well between your folds like this. He couldn’t have asked for a better whore. He pulled on your clit with the leash that was balled in his closed fist. You bellowed with delight - music to his ears. You were happy to serve him, even if it meant a little pain.
“Did you miss warming my cock today?”
“Y-yes, sir…!” You sang, eyes rolled back in bliss as he abused your pussy.
He detached himself from your neck, smirking at the new mark he had left in plain view. It was no secret that some of his men wanted a turn with you. He could trust Chrono and Mimic, but the likes of Rappa? His grip on your hips increased. No, he didn’t like the thought of that in the least.
“Good,” he hissed into your ear, yanking on the clamp, this time. “Your body know who it belongs to.”
It gave him solace that you would never stray, that you existed only for him. You were far too whipped and nervous of punishment to know otherwise. Aside from that, you had been so conditioned to enjoy his cock, he highly doubted that you would ever want anything else stuffing you.
He inhaled your scent deeply, shocked that he hadn’t started breaking out. You smelled of vanilla and pine. It washed over him like a warm shower in the morning, drowning him in vivid memories of when he had first laid eyes on you.
Pure.
Gorgeous.
His.
With a final jerk of the leash, you came undone around his pole, writhing from side to side from the sheer force of the orgasm. It rippled through your body, making you see white flashes of light, as you felt him fill you up, too. You screamed his honorific, absolutely adoring the feeling of his semen shooting into your womb. This was the first time he had let you cum at the same time as him, but it certainly wouldn’t be the last.
After catching his breath, he held himself inside you for as long as it took him to fasten his plague mask over the lower part of his visage. He withdrew with a soft grunt. He seldom let you see his face; he wasn’t quite there, yet. Nevertheless, if you kept proving your loyalty like this, he would be. As if on cue, you fell to your knees when you turned to face him, opening your mouth and sticking out his tongue to polish him off. He gladly inserted his flaccid dick into your welcoming cavern. You knew exactly what to do, and when.
“Such a good cockwarmer,” he remarked, a dark glint in his orbs.
Well trained.
Gorgeous.
Forever his.
Canon Yandere Levi returns home to his darling--who is a civilian. He's exhausted from work and lazily lies in bed while his sweetheart rides him. Once they're done, she tries her luck and asks if she can get a job to keep herself busy.
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Levi just sighs and closes his eyes.
'I hoping I wouldn't have to punish you tonight-
You gulped, wishing you could take back your request.
'-And I was wrong.'
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Oof, she’s in for some trouble 😮💨
Warning: Abuse, dark themes, extreme manipulation, noncon, slight breeding kink, threat of forced pregnancy, yandere behaviour.
“L-Levi,” you whimpered, as he forced you down in your stomach and stuffed you full of his cock. “Ooh, I-I’m sor-”
“You will be, brat,” he hissed before you could finish, visibly annoyed. “I need to get it through that thick fucking skull that you don’t need a job.”
His thrusts were harsh. He grabbed a fistful of your locks and yanked your head up when you tried to hide your face. There was nothing he enjoyed more than punishing you like this, even if he was exhausted from a long day. You had ridden his cock sloppily tonight, like a good girl. Why couldn’t you have kept that pretty mouth of yours shut? All he had wanted to do was come home, have you please him, eat the dinner you had prepared, and then spend the rest of the night with you at his feet, stroking your head like a master would his pet.
Was that too much to ask?
Apparently, it was.
You had been in a selfish mood. You had asked him if you could possibly apply for a small job as a writer at an up and coming newspaper place. It didn’t pay much, you’d claimed, but it would help to occupy your time.
“Bullshit,” he hissed, driving his thick length in to the base, grinding against your cervix like the cruel, ravenous beast he was. “I don’t give you enough to do during the day?”
You could only release a strained moan, as his hand snaked around to play with your clit.
“You do a shit job of cleaning and your cooking is sub-par. Do I have to whip this ass raw so you can’t laze around? That it?”
You shuddered. It wouldn’t be the first time he had done it. You hadn’t been able to sit down or sleep on your back for three days, at one point. His hand came down on your ass, making you gasp.
“Answer me.”
“N-no…!” You complied immediately. “I’ll be better, Levi, please!”
Oh, he liked a beggar. He loved a beggar, in fact; especially when it was you. The sound of you giving into his wishes like an obedient slut had him wanting to cum a second time. He wasn’t about to end the punishment so early, however. He hunched over your form, hips snapping forward roughly and at an unforgiving pace.
“Should I give you something else to do during the day?” He whispered. “It’s about time that belly of yours was swollen. Eyebrows keeps asking me when we’re planning to-”
“No!” You screamed, beginning to thrash beneath him. “Please, no!”
You could let him get away with a lot, and you had. But this? Absolutely not. You would battle him to the ends of the earth, if it meant remaining childless.
He chuckled humorlessly at your abrupt defiance, like the calloused soldier he had become. “No?”
“No!” You repeated. “Anything else, but please, not that!”
Levi had no plans that involved getting you pregnant right now, and that was the honest truth. One day, perhaps, but that would be reserved for when you learned how to act completely proper. He didn’t want his child growing up in a tattered home. He wanted them to grow up with two loving parents, with a mother who was dedicated to her family and a father who could provide. You didn’t need to know that, though. Sometimes it was simply nice to hear you object to the idea. It told him that you were still nervous, that you had some coming around to do, yet. Not to mention, you remained submissive for many days after he made these threats.
He knew it was inherently wrong. He also knew it might make you reject the idea of being a parent later. Alas, he couldn’t stop himself. It was like physical punishment, wasn’t it? Though unpleasant, it helped to correct unruly behaviour.
“Anything else?” He drawled, voice hardened. “You’d do anything to stop me from spilling my seed into this tight cunt?”
The benefits of bargaining were attractive, too, he had to admit. He enjoyed having authority over his sweet, naive civilian, who was already walking on eggshells to please him. He could dicker in a manner wherein he constantly won. It wasn’t like she could leave humanity’s strongest.
You nodded, breathless as he flicked your clit to the brink of climax before pulling out and shifting away. You glanced over your shoulder, only to watch as he leaned back against the headboard, lazily stroking himself. His legs were spread out, giving you a space to crawl between. You knew what he wanted as an apology in exchange for not making your stomach swell. He wanted another warm place to cum. He wanted you to suck him off.
You massaged the side of your jaw and groaned. The last time he had made you do this, your throat had hurt for a full day. It was unpleasant and he didn’t taste good, but it was better than having a child in a loveless relationship.
And, as an added bonus, you would know better than to ask him for a job after he subjected you to this.
OMG THE EREN X MIKASA'S LITTLE SISTER ASK!!!!!!!!!!!
Idk who submitted that idea, but like, if you’re reading this…….. you’re the real mvp 👀
Remember when I was like, “this’ll be three parts in total”? Well, that was before my best friend convinced me to break it into five parts so I could flush out the feral Hawks goodness. So, here we are are part three of five! Thank you to all who have tossed me a like and a reblog. I love reading your comments, like, they make me feel nice and stuff asdfgs
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Warning: Breeding kink, cockwarming, dark themes, defiant reader, delusional thinking, drugging, extreme manipulation, feral Hawks, kidnapping, mentioning of noncon, noncon touching, predator/prey dynamic, sexual themes, trauma, yandere behaviour.
When the clock struck five in the evening, you and Hawks were just finishing dinner. When it struck five-fifteen, he had you on his lap, plucking at your bare nipples as you warmed his cock while he made some calls. It had been one of the longest fifteen minute intervals of your life. By five thirty, he had successfully dickered an entire week and a half off work for what he called personal reasons, and at five forty-five, he was telling you to adorn your hero costume. It had no special equipment, aside from hiding you better in the darkness, but it gave you courage. Finally, by six o’clock that night, you were told to hop on his back for take off. You had done so readily.
Tonight was the night.
It was a three and a half hour flight from his home, smack-dab in the middle of a rural area. He had bound your wrists and blindfolded you during the journey to ensure you didn’t try anything stupid. Thus, by the time you landed, your skin had been rubbed raw. The ropes had cut into you so much, that you were bleeding. The liquid felt cool running down your arms and caking the bindings. It didn’t help that your hero outfit wasn’t insulated to deal with cool, nocturnal air. When Hawks had bore witness to your cuts, he had simply offered you a smirk — evident in his tone — and a swift, “oops,” before slipping a nimble finger beneath the front of your collar and tugging you along.
You had no idea where you had landed or where the hell you were, and if he had it his way, you never would.
“You’re going too fast,” you had hissed, when you stumbled over what had felt like an engorged tree root.
“That’s a new one,” he had laughed jovially. “Usually it’s, faster, Keigo!”
“Never again,” you had snapped in response. “You have to know that was all a charade.”
And he had stopped abruptly, then, making you crash into his chest. At first, you thought you’d arrived. It became clear that this wasn’t the case when he gripped your chin harshly.
“Was it?” He mused, feigning deep interest in what you had just declared.
His hand snaked down to the front of your hero suit, which was black spandex. You stood still as he raked his nails down to your covered womanhood, groping it before snapping his hand back to his side. You couldn’t see what he looked like, but if you had, you might have fled on the spot. He appeared feral, with eyes that were brighter than usual and elongated teeth. His red feathers were more flamboyant than usual, and his skin had a strange glow to it. He was sweating in an attempt to restraint his basic instincts. He didn’t want to pounce on your poor, vulnerable form just yet, but you were asking for it, weren’t you?
Yeah, you were.
His rut had started at full force halfway through the flight. He was perspiring heavily, despite the cool equinox air blowing like a winter’s kiss across his face. You hadn’t noticed his sudden spike in temperature, but it had been difficult for him to ignore. With it, came a multitude of feelings.
There was the possessiveness, which was only exacerbated by your defiance. It made him want to own every part of you. It made him want you to bend to his will. It made him want to be your mate. There was also the added physical strength and switch in his physiological activation, which would aid in his hunt. He could see better in the dark, perhaps with more precision than you. Additionally, he could smell you from miles away, particularly if you were aroused. He knew he could do a thing or two about that. The need to show you that your place was almost overpowering; he feared he would shove you to the ground and breed you right here, if he lingered any longer.
Curse that smart mouth of yours for getting him excited.
“You’ll learn to love me, (f/n),” he spoke, voice dangerously, smooth and low. “Even if it takes seven more of these hunts and bearing ten of my children; you’ll learn.”
First, you didn’t know what he thought the female body was capable of, but having that many pregnancies so close together could kill you. Yes, you had an IUD, though, what would happen when those three years were up? You knew you should have opted for the ten year one. Worse yet, what would happen if you got pregnant with the IUD in? That could severely harm you. You were already quite certain that he would force you to give birth without medical assistance, or with some half-pint underground doctor. You shuddered at these cryptic notions.
Next, regardless of pregnancy, you didn’t think that you could ever love someone who had forced themselves on you. Stockholm syndrome be damned, you would fight tooth and nail to show him every week that you still despised him… if he won. Seeing as you had ended up reaching that fourth star, you had high hopes for yourself. You had the tools to face him. Better yet, you had the gall to kill him whenever he appeared and attempted to take you down in this forest. In fact, you thought that to be your only option. He seemed dead-set on keeping you. You doubted if he would let you go free, especially after he had faked your death. He wouldn’t be able to get out of his deeds this time, if they surfaced. The entire world would understand how much of a scumbag the number two hero was when you exposed him.
“I won’t be here, come sunrise,” you declared. “You’ll die here, Hawks.”
It was a big statement. His eye twitched at your preposterous courage.
“That so?”
And just like that, he was done playing the nice guy.
You screamed when he grabbed your upper arm, spun you around so that your back was facing him, and injected something into your bloodstream. You wriggled about, thrashing in his hold as the fluid dispersed itself throughout your being. It felt cold, and the injection site hurt like hell. It didn’t help that he was squeezing you so abusively. He let you go after you called him a feathered fuck, only to latch onto the front of your collar with his finger again. It was amazing how much strength he had in a single digit.
“What the fuck!?” You seethed, legs wobbling uncontrollably. “What did you do!?”
You feared the worst. Had that been some sort of slow-acting poison that only he had the cure for? Worse yet, had it been a poison for which he didn’t have the antidote?
He could intend to kill you here. No one would ever suspect him, and you doubted if anyone would find you before the animals did. The terror that raked through your feeble, vulnerable brain was unbearable. You couldn’t calm your heart rate in the least. There were no more serene thoughts to help you through this horror. The anxiety took over.
Hawks snickered like the villain he was, yanking you to his chest and wrapping his arms around you. You found yourself wishing that you could rip your wrists out of the bindings and backhand him. You had something else for his punk ass, though.
You waited until you could feel his breath on your neck, until you could feel the tips of his lips. Then, your knee came up and struck him square in the crotch. It was a cheap trick, but it worked. His clutch weakened, giving you the opportunity to throw yourself backwards. You didn’t care that you landed too hard; at least you hadn’t given him the satisfaction of feeling you up after he had violated you for the umpteenth time.
“Ugh, you bitch,” he spat.
“What the fuck did you inject me with, you psychopath!?” You countered with a wheeze, slightly winded from the fall.
Keigo folded, cupping his manhood over his pants, eyes clamped shut in agony. He hadn’t expected you to do that. He had grown too used to your obedience. He should have known that you would act out as soon as he brought you to the location of his game. He couldn’t count on you to be a good girl anymore.
He growled a multitude of curses beneath his breath before straightening out as best he could. You made out fucking bitch and ungrateful cunt, two terms that you never would have imagined this man saying before he had kidnapped you. He was a myriad of mystery. It was a wonder how he managed to keep himself composed in public, especially when he was stressed out.
The blonde glowered at you, teeth barred. He would have you on your knees, begging to suck him dry, and lavishing his balls with sensual kisses, soon enough. You would pay for being so unruly. He had been planning to go easy on you tonight, but you had ruined that with this childish outburst of yours. Was it truly that difficult for you to be what he wanted in a woman? What a beautiful life you would have, if you just gave in.
He stalked over to you, wishing that goddamn blindfold was off so that you could see how infuriated he was. There was a crooked smile on his shapely face, and his blonde hair was messy from both the flight and from reeling over in pain. His nerves were on edge. All he wanted to do was splay you out for him on the ground and breed your tight little cunt until his cum was seeping out of you. Alas, he knew that he couldn’t afford to jump the gun; he wanted to save that for when he broke your spirit. Breaking your mind would be much simpler when he showed you that you could never escape from him.
His fingers entangled themselves in your hair and pulled furiously, causing an abrupt yelp to fly past your lips. It wasn’t enough, but it was a start. He wanted to hear what you sounded like when he really hurt you. You climbed to your feet pathetically, trying to relieve the tension in your skull by scrambling closer to him. He scoffed at your fragility.
“I gave you a fast-acting aphrodisiac I got from a yakuza organization,” he exhaled in a measured tone that mismatched what he felt within. “Not sure if it works, but I guess we’ll know in half an hour.”
“Y-you what!?”
He rolled his wrist, debating on whether or not to backhand you. He let go of your hair to rid himself of the temptation entirely. Now wasn’t the time for violence. The hunt hadn’t even started. He would get the chance to manhandle you as he pleased — like a mouse in the claws of a hawk — soon enough.
One of his feathers took flight and cut the restraints from your wrists. Another took care of your blindfold, giving you a blurry view of your surroundings, as you clutched your head. You could feel a dull ache behind your eyes. Perhaps it was your paranoia, or perhaps it was the drug; you had no way of knowing. Blinking once, twice, and three times, you started to see dark silhouettes come together around you. If you weren’t so accustomed to darkness, you wouldn’t have been able to orient yourself as quickly. As such, you found yourself praising your quirk and the skills that had accompanied it. It wouldn’t help you much in the way of figuring out the size of this place, however.
Your focus honed in on Hawks, who looked as cool as a cucumber. He was too close for comfort out here. The tree branches, the bushes, the fallen leaves, the dirt, the roots — everything was too close. You were used to compacting yourself. In most cases, you liked places with a lot going on because it was easier to blend in with your surroundings. This time, it scared you. The way your captor was standing there, not a damn care in the world, and the way the trees swayed in the gentle breeze made you antsy. It felt as though there were a thousand eyes gleaming at you in the trees. You understood that these perceptions were merely a result of the anxiety you had (developed/maintained) while in his care. Nevertheless, it was difficult to snap yourself out of it.
You weren’t the type to ruminate and fortune-tell.
You were the type to leap right in, to hell with the outcome.
That’s what being a hero was, and that’s what your training had taught you. Keeping a stable state of mind was mandatory if you wanted to keep one step ahead of your enemy. Of course, you didn’t stand much of a chance when your foe was already ten steps ahead, did you?
You shook your head and clapped your cheeks with open palms, writhing out of the crippling grip of your doubts. You couldn’t think like that. Where had all of those vows to defeat him gone? You had to embody them if you wanted to stand even a ghost of a chance.
“You’re thinking too much,” he observed, tilting his head to the side.
Through the darkness, his yellow orbs glowed. You weren’t the only one who had vision that was better than the average person. He broke out into a smirk when you let your inner terror slip through your stoic expression for a moment, upon realizing that you were dealing with a literal hawk in the form of an obsessive man. They weren’t revered as apex predators for nothing. Worse yet, he didn’t outrank you for nothing.
“You’re gonna mess uuup,” he sang tauntingly. “Why not give in before I hurt you?”
“You didn’t bring me here so that I could give up willingly,” you remarked, spatting on the ground next to you. “
“You’re right,” he agreed, advancing toward you. “Now, turn that pretty ass around for me.”
You gulped, but did as you were told. He hadn’t declared that the chase was on, and you still needed the rest of your handicaps. You grinded your teeth together angrily, face scrunched in a ferocious snarl, when you felt him grope one of your cheeks. He squeezed roughly, whistling when it jiggled from his treatment.
“Can’t wait to rip this suit off you,” he muttered into your ear, holding you close.
Your tongue was bleeding from how hard you were biting down on it. You had so much to say, but you knew that you needed to pick your battles. Hawks seemed to decide the rules of this game on a whim. He could very well refuse to grant you your earnings if he thought you were being too much of a brat.
You felt something snap tightly around your wrist. It felt the same as the quirk-cancelling collar. You guessed it was a less powerful version of it.
“Feel better?” He teased, running his hand up your side. “More energetic?”
“And my knives?” You inquired sardonically, refusing to indulge in his senseless prodding.
He laughed tittered. “You think I’m stupid enough to give ‘em back when I’m this close, babe?”
You could feel his growing erection on your lower back. You fought back the urge to elbow him in the gut and go Die Hard on his ass. Not yet, you had to remind yourself.
He backed up and took a few jumps back, his full wings fluttering out behind him. He had just flown for almost four hours while carrying you, and he didn’t seem exhausted in the least. Nonetheless, you could tell he was feral; his distressed, wide-eyed appearance gave that much away. Perhaps the animalistic side of him was driving him to push himself. You sure wished you had something like that propelling you to win.
“Here,” he said, tossing your satchel of throwing knives directly in front of you. “Four, like we agreed. Doubt you’ll get to use ‘em, though.”
You scooped them up and situated two at each of your hips, making sure they were snug for when you started jumping around. “Are we ready to start, then?”
“We started the second I handed those over.”
Shit.
You didn’t like the grim look on his face.
Without wasting another second, you turned on your heel, keeping one eye trained on him until the last second, and trampled through a set of prickly bushes. You flung yourself forwards and twirled around a thick tree branch. It would be best for you to avoid making footprints, if you could. Sticking above ground, though your opponent possessed abilities of a bird, was your best bet. It was also of importance to get away from him as fast as you could. You didn’t know when the aphrodisiac would take hold of your body, making want and desire flood through it. You should have known that he would pull something this disgusting.
“Hah, I’ll give you ten seconds before I come after ya, babe!” Hawks called from somewhere behind you. “Better find a hiding place, ‘cause I’m done fuckin’ around!”
ok but you don’t understand you’re LITERALLY my favorite smut author rn 🤧 i love reading your fics. they’re always so well-written and thought out that sometimes when i’m in a writing block i go to your blog for a lil pick me up. i refresh your page everyday to see if you’ve posted something new, and you got me simping for boys i don’t even simp for (in animes i don’t even watch 😔✊)
i’ll prolly never get the balls to send a request/suggestion bc i read you say you have 40+ rn and i didn’t wanna burden you more, but i hope you know that your writing style is lovely and that i think the world of you!
(also, give captain a lil head pat and a nose boop for me pls! only if he likes those tho. he’s adorable 🥺♥️)
Ahhhh, my dude! The Paws™ sends back a thousand nose boops ♥️ I would say that I do, too, but that’s a little creepy. So, we’ll settle for virtual hugs!
This is such a lovely thing to say. Seriously, thank you so much. I’m flattered!
HOLD ON THO. I’ve come across some of your Levi stuff before while scrolling through Tumblr, and I hope you know - you’re a talented chick! Like, bro. I don’t even like fluff. But your Levi fluff? I’ve gotta to comb through your masterlists when I get some free time. Hope you’re ready for some spam. 👀
Also! I have a really hot Overhaul request from you sitting in my inbox. Mmm. Top notch. Thank you for this tasty content 👌 Please, never be shy.
Good morning! I'd just like to say that because of you and your Hellsing Alucard content, I've jumped back into that fandom and honestly? I'm having so much fun and your writings and smuts? Mmm-hmm, some tasty food, dude!
Eeee, I’m happy to hear this! Thank you, my dude 😃 Hellsing is a tasty series, indeed.
Okay so, reader is in the special ops squad. The squad gets drunk one night and she and Petra seduce levi. It could be that they have a threesome and Levi gets obsessed with reader after.
He pushes her into a relationship, but she tries not to give in. Once he saves her life on the field, she gives him a chance. I can see him poking holes in his condom to get her pregnant as quickly as possible so she gets off the field and stays home.
Warning: Entrapment, implied dubcon/noncon, manipulation, unwanted pregnancy, yandere behaviour.
The test was clear after the fourth one you had taken. Two lines meant that you were pregnant, and of course you were. That’s what Levi had been planning since he had first laid eyes on you. You hadn’t known it then, but after you had watched him poke a few holes in the condom he had later used to penetrate you, his objective had become crystal clear.
The plan B hadn’t worked. Your birth control pills had failed. The condom had been sabotaged. It was as if everything that had happened had left up to this point.
“Do you believe me, now?” He asked, as you hugged yourself on the bathroom floor, shaking like a leaf and horrified for what was to come.
His arms were crossed and his hair was a mess from a full day of being the brutal lance corporal that he was. He had come home to you like this, knowing well what had gotten into you. He had figured that you would be pregnant by the end of his first month with you. Now, you would never work an expedition again. You were carrying humanity’s strongest’s child in your womb; Erwin would forbid you from even attempting to work.
Levi shifted from his casual position and crouched down to wrap a secure arm around your back as you sobbed. Lips ghosting over the shell of your ear, he uttered, “do you believe me when I say you’ll never leave my side?”
It wasn’t meant to be like this, but here you were.
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