I’m trying to work on doing quick sketches so I can stop focusing so much on being perfect! I also love the concept art from persona 5 so I thought I’d try that style!!
Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Female Cadet Characters: Rating:NSFW Content: Bondage, blindfolding, knife play, masochistic behaviour, blood play, themes of BDSM, face slapping, choking, degradation, dacryphiliaaaaaa
Finally writing about my husband! Ugh I love him. I would PAY this man to slap me in the face holy shit.
WARNING!!! This is one of my more intense posts. Please be wary, this post involves cutting of a knife and being burnt. It features a lot of harm from Levi so if you are uncomfortable with that please do not continue reading. He. is. mean. to. you. That’s how I write him, so keep that in mind.
“Levi with all due respect this is the absolute worst.” Now you’ve done it. You just had to open your big mouth and argue against your captain. Sure, he was being a bit unfair but you’re a cadet! You have no place to argue against his orders. The rest of the squad looks at you, their eyes as wide as saucers as they watch on to see what Levi will bring upon you as punishment. But, it’s quiet. A bit too quiet for your liking, he simply inhales deeply and shuts his eyes. “Come to my quarters tonight.” His voice that sort of quiet that is chilling to the bone. Even Mikasa is intimidated by it. Granted, she’s younger than you but definitely one of the fiercest on the squad. You gulp loudly as a bead of cold sweat drips down your neck. Yeah… now you’ve really done it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hesitantly, your feet drag towards that hallway which held your fate. Who knows what the captain has in store for you. The thought of it makes you shiver as you reach his door at the very end of the corridor. “Come in, cadet.” Your knuckles hadn’t even touched the wood when his voice echoed from the other side of the door. You’d be lying if you said that the sudden sound of his voice didn’t make you slightly jump. Your fingers wrap around the cold handle, striking goosebumps over your arms. As you open the door, your eyes spot Levi sitting at a desk directly across from the entrance. “Closer.” He barely tears his attention away from the scattered papers. You fiddle with your fingertips and step further towards his desk where he finally looks up and stops writing. His harsh eyes seem to pierce right through to your soul. You shift the weight on your feet and glance around the room, trying to avoid eye contact.
“Care to explain what that was earlier?” He sits back and cocks an eyebrow, waiting for your answer. “Not only did you talk back but you also didn’t even care to acknowledge me as your captain.” All you can really do to answer back is mumble incoherently under your breath, obviously regretting your actions. “Speak up, cadet.” His intimidating voice sent a shock down your spine. He was now standing, obviously growing impatient. You muster up all of your courage to look up at him. “I apologise, Captain. I was completely out of line.” You pray for him to accept it and let you go. Any moment spent stuck in this room with him was laced with pure anxiety. “Yes. You were. This isn’t even the first occasion too. How much longer do you think you’ll get away with these childish games?” He steps further towards you, leaning against his deck with his arms crossed. You mumble once more causing Levi to scoff. “Did I not tell you to speak up?” He asks, his hand tangling into your hair and giving it a slight tug to tilt your head back and present your neck. A move to show that you’re completely vulnerable to him. “Yes sir.” You squeak. Not expecting his sudden movements at all. The tiny pull against you hair takes you back to nights alone with a certain other cadet, your cheeks flush red at the memory. “Why so timid now? You clearly weren’t afraid to speak up earlier.” He pulls harder earning a quiet gasp. Levi steps back and lets go. “You enjoying this, cadet?” His tone is almost accusing rather than questioning. You’re at a complete loss for words. Embarrassed that you really did that in front of your captain. You eyes trail down his figure, stopping at his noticeable semi, it even appears that he takes notice of your wanding attention. “Seems you’re not learning at all.” He barely gives you any time to react to his words before he grips your wrist and drags you over to his bed in the corner, throwing you harshly.
“What are you-!” “Shut up.” He slips his belt off with an intimidating ease and wraps it around your wrists, tying you to the bed frame. You wriggle to try and slip free, ultimately failing. “Captain! I’m sorry!” He huffs tiredly and pulls a slim piece of fabric out of his nightstand. Much to your surprise, he ties it around your head, covering your eyes from seeing anything. “You need to learn. It seems a stern few words aren’t gonna work against you.” With the loss of your sight, you whimper. Relying purely on the dull sounds of his movements around the room. The familiar unsheathing of his sword throws you into a panic. “Wait wait wait! Captain please-!” The tip of the blade touches your hip, specifically where your shirt ends. In one swift movements, the swords runs right up the middle, cutting off all the buttons and exposing your chest to him. You tremble, feeling a slight cut against the skin over your ribs. His warm hand grazes over one of your hips as he inhales deeply. “Completely bare. Safe to assume it’s the same down here?” He asks, perching the blade against the hem of your pants. No warning, he cuts it open as well, narrowly avoiding causing further damage to your skin. It’s just as he assumed, completely bare for presentation. You barely know what to make of it all. The cool air blows against your already icy skin. “Sir-” “I told you to shut up. That’s an order.” A familiar scent of tobacco fills the room. The potent smell invades your nose, letting you know he was smoking. “Honestly, cadet. You get away with everything. Why do you think that is?” He takes another drag and blows the smoke into your unsuspecting face. You cough back against the cloud. “It’s because you’re a brat. Not to mention cute. You think you can bat your eyelashes and get away with murder. No. This punishment was always going to happen one way or another.” He sounds almost confident in his words, as if he had been studying your behaviour. He smiles maliciously, brushing your hair behind your ears. “So don’t blame anyone else but yourself for everything that happens next.” An overwhelming burning sensation erupts onto your collarbone, leaving you to thrash against your binds and cry out in pain. It’s briefly taken away before placed back down beside the first burn. Over and over until the heat started to cool down and wouldn’t leave any more marks. You whimper and bite your bottom lip, trying not to let your tears fall from underneath the blindfold. Levi’s hand reaches up and softly holds your cheek, his actions the complete opposite of what he just did. “Such pretty marks. I’ll show you.” he slips the fabric off and throws it back on his nightstand. It takes a moment for your watering eyes to adjust back to the light but once you look down, you notice obvious burns from a cigarette scattered across your chest. They were rather pretty, to a masochist that is.
“Now, what I do next… you can’t look away from.” He warns while walking back over to his desk where he fetches a small knife. “I want you to watch what happens when you act out of line.” Levi climbs onto the bed and wraps your legs around his waist to sit between them. As much as you want to, you can’t seem to tear your eyes away from his hand that holds the knife, unsure as to what he was planning. At an almost teasingly slow pace, he presses the blade against your hip, just barely breaking the skin. “A bitch needs to have her owners name on them, perhaps it’ll teach them to behave.” He smirks, forcing the blade further into your flesh and dragging it down. You shriek at the sensation, barely able to hold back from crying. You legs wrap tighter around from him, trying to tell him that it hurts too much. “Captain-” His hand strikes against your cheek, leaving you dumbfounded. “Seems the bitch can’t even obey orders. Shame.” With your eyes peering down, you notice he’s cut the shape of an L into your hip. Almost your whole body aches. Your cheek from the slap, your chest from the burns and now your hip as he begins to carve the E. Tears roll down your cheeks and land onto the mattress below. “Crying, cadet? How pathetic.” His hand covered in your dripping blood wraps around your neck, cutting off most of your air yet not enough for you to pass out. “Whose fault is this? Answer me.” He growls, finishing off the V. “Mine!” You hiss, trying not to use up the only air that you can get. ‘Good girl. Seems someone’s learning.” Purely out of satisfaction from your answer, he makes the final letter significantly faster than the last three. He had only dragged it out to be agonising because you had simply refused to acknowledge your fault. You blood trickles down, staining the sheets below. His name now carved into your hip, you whimper at the stinging that doesn’t appear to be easing up any time soon.
Levi stands to his feet and unbinds your hands. You look up at him with confusion. Isn’t he going to… you know? His eyes don’t even consider glancing down to you, he simply turns and sits back at his desk. Almost as if he were ignoring what just happened. You sit up slowly, still unsure as to what happens now. “Uh… Captain?” “You’re excused cadet. Go clean yourself up. I expect you to listen to orders from now on.” What the fuck? You tediously step off the bed and hold your ripped shirt shut. Was that really it? Your feet carry you back towards the door that seemed so frightening not too long ago. “Oh and cadet?” You glance back at him, not expected to hear anything else. “You are to meet me at my quarters after every training. It seems you haven’t learnt at all.” You nod your head and turn your back to him. A slight smile creeping on your lips. So he has a plan for you after all…
__________________________________________________________________ Sorry for the short post teehee I’ll be posting one where he actually does the sexy times but I just wanted to write this scenario because BARK BARK WOOF brand me Levi
Pairing: Jean Kirstein x Dom Female Reader Characters: Jean Kirstein, Levi Ackerman, Sasha Braus, Connie Springer Rating:NSFW Content:Overstimulation, dacryphilia, marking, edging, brat-taming, forced submission, worship, orgasm denial
This is another request! AHHH! Thank you so much @Sayakarii for your support, I hope you enjoy it ^v^ Writing this was a blast! We stan horse boy up in here. <3
This is set in season 4 when Jean is 19-years-old :) There are NO SPOILERS for season 4 of Attack on Titan but there may be a few for the first 3 seasons. Please be wary. This is also not accurate to season 4, I’m just making shit up.
“Y/N! Watch out!” Your head snaps toward a blurred object flying towards your face. You narrowly dodge it with a quick adjustment to your in-air height. You glance back at Sasha who gave you the warning. “Thank you!” You shout back. You knew that going into battle was going to be a challenge, but never had you imagined it to be this degree. One wrong move or strayed attention and you’ll be dead in seconds. While, of course, you’re terrified – There’s also that rush of danger that seems to make you smile all the while facing almost certain death.
“Y/N I swear if you cheat death one more fucking time–” You hear a voice call out from the distance to your right. You look over to see Jean flying through the air with his brows furrowed. “Sir yes sir!” You holler before swiftly avoiding the debris flying through the air from collapsing buildings. You had always been known on the squad as the one who just barely misses death.
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“I’m tellin’ ya Y/N, this luck of yours is insane.” Connie huffs, throwing off his ODM gear. You follow suit, feeling the weight lift off of your waist. “It’s more of a curse at this point.” You joke. Feeling a strain on your neck, you rotate your head to stretch it out. “Get rest tonight.” The striking voice of your captain Levi echoes through the room. “From here on out there won’t be any breaks.” You groan quietly at his remark while you refill the tanks to your gear.
Your eyes dart up to Jean on the other side of the room. He appears grumpier than usual. In fact, it reminds you of your old training days with him as a teenager. You slide off the wooden boxes and trot over to him. “What’s with the sour look?” You ask, bending over so your eyes are level. Jean shakes his head as he continues to refill his tanks. "What? You ignoring me or something?“ You ask as you stand upright, throwing your hands on your hips. Yet still. Silence. Anger slowly bubbles inside your chest, growing impatient at his childish behaviour. "That’s it.” You grab him by the scruff of his neck and pull him towards you. “You’re coming with me.” With no further comment, he follows obediently.
Once you reach your personal quarters, you push him inside and lock the door. “Wanna tell me what that shit was about?” You ask, crossing your arms and raising an eyebrow. Jean clenches his jaw. Clearing avoiding eye contact with you. “You really don’t care. Do you?” His words catch you by surprise. “Pardon? Care about what?” “Yourself!” He yells, stepping closer toward you. “You have no fear for your own life. You go out into battle like it doesn’t matter if you return or not.” He pauses. Now frowning and heaving to himself. “Fuck you.” You look to the floorboards, trying to hide your smile as your tongue grazes over your lips. “And what does it matter to you?” You ask, looking back up at him with a cocky look plastered on your face. “Go fuck yourself.” He huffs whilst looking at you through his downturned eyebrows. “I think you should be a little nicer, Jean.” You warn, adding a vindictive emphasis on his name. “Or what?” He tests, getting in your face. Just a few mere inches away. “What can you do. Huh?” It was the one thing about him that never failed to tick you off, the headspace that he was always the one in charge no matter who he was facing. Aside from Levi of course.
You flash him a fake smile before grabbing a fistful of his hair and throwing him to his knees. Jean grips your wrist of the hand that’s tangled in his hair, trying to release the pressure on his skull. “Let’s try that again hm?” You grin, forcing him to look up at you. Jean scoffs at you and squints his eyes. “You really think you can dominate me?” His condescension just pisses you off that tiny bit more. “Yes.” You pull him in closer to you, tightening your grip which makes him wince. “I do.” He raises an eyebrow, obviously in denial that you could make him submit to you. “I’d like to see you try.” He titters. “Careful what you wish for.” You nudge the tip of your boot-covered foot against his crotch, taking note of the tent in his pants from being completely erect. “If I were mistaken, I’d say you’re enjoying this.” You tease, slighting rubbing him through his pants. “Tell me, what part made you hard? Was it when I pulled your hair? Or is it when I forced you onto your knees?” You shift in tone sent chills down his spine. Jean’s cheeks flush to a bright red, eyes slightly glazing over. You can tell he needs one more nudge to throw him into subspace. You graze your thumb over his bottom lip, now noticing him urging forward in desperation for a kiss.
You straighten yourself and walk away from Jean who remained on his knees, watching you intensely as you sit on the edge of the bed. “Come.” You command, throwing one leg over the other. Jean vigorously shakes his head as if to snap himself out of the state. “You really think I’m gonna–” “Jean.” Your tone now far more forceful. You lean forward and stare at him, eyes of ice and filled with intimidation. “I said come.” He says nothing. Strictly obeying your command, he attempts to stand. You click your tongue with displeasure. “No. Crawl to me.” Jean body visibly trembles under your command. He slowly but surely crawls on all fours and sits by your legs. “Good boy.” You lift his chin with your foot, making sure that he’s looking up at you. With no further words, you rest your leg over his shoulder. He makes no hesitation to kiss you through your clothes all the way from your ankle to your inner thigh. Worshipping your body as if you were his new God. You run your fingertips up his neck, his head tilting up with the movement. You lean further in to him, lips just inches away. Jean’s eyes begin to flutter shut, awaiting your contact. You barely sweep his lips with your own, far too light to be a kiss. “Hm. I don’t think you deserve it yet.” You whisper. His mouth gapes open yet he says nothing. A frown paints his face. You smile at his obvious frustration.
“Please…” His body jerks as your hands slowly explore his upper half. Every touch that you lay on his body just makes it all the more obvious that he’s in subspace. His sensitivity now at its max. “Please what?” You taunt. Knowing exactly what it is that he wants. He bites his bottom lip, trying to work up the nerve. “Help me…” His eyes full of desperation as he motions to his crotch. “Hurts.” You look down, considering giving him what he desires. A wicked plan brews in your mind. “Okay. Come sit up here.” You say, patting the spot beside you. Jean practically jumps to his feet and crawls over. You straddle his legs, leaving enough room to touch him.
You tie his wrists together with your belt and pull down his zipper at an almost agonisingly slow pace. Unsurprisingly, his cock springs free at the release from its previously cramped space. Jean exhales at the feeling. Even if you hadn’t known how horny he was before, it was oh so obvious now. Rock hard and already leaking precum. You smirk to yourself, taking it as a compliment. You slide your hand down his cock, coating it in his own precum. You set yourself for a rhythmic pace, not too fast for him to come yet not too slow to be dull. Jean dips his head back, engulfed in the pleasure. His mouth agape and letting out shallow breaths. You quicken your pace. His legs jolt at the sudden speed. Jean covers his mouth with his hand, knowing that anyone who walks past could hear through the door with cracks in the wood. He groans lowly, signalling that he’s close. As his voice begins to break, you let go. Taking away his stimulation and denying his orgasm. Jean whines and stares at you with a frustrated look. His flushed cheeks and heaving chest is a sight you find rather cute.
Purely out of spite from his behaviour earlier, you repeat this process. Over and over until Jean begs with tears streaming down his cheeks. You teased him until he because so sensitive that all it could take is one singular touch and he’d immediately come. “P-please! Please let me come. Please I need it so bad.” He cries out, not caring who hears. His eyes stained red from crying, the view of it all stirs an animalistic desire within you. You wrap your hand around his neck and lean in to his ear. “You wanna come so bad? Fine.” Your words send goosebumps over his body. He watches intensely as you slide your pants down just enough to expose yourself without having to remove your harnesses.
Jean inhales sharply as you hover yourself over his throbbing cock. With a devious grin, you quickly sink down. His entire length stretches your insides causing you to gasp. You had forgotten just how big he actually was. That one action is all it takes for him to reach his climax, shooting his cum deep inside of you. Jean’s body trembles from the release that he had been chasing for what felt like hours. His head rests against your shoulder where he attempts to catch his breath all the while choking back on his tears. You ignore his exhaustion and continue to bounce on him. Jean’s head springs up to look at you. “W-wha–” “You really thought I’d stop there? Oh no baby.” Your hips slam against his thighs. Jean shrieks at the overstimulation, still too sensitive from his orgasm. “Please!” He cries. “I can’t! I can’t come again! Hurts!” You remain ignorant, now picking up your pace. More tears fall from his eyes. In a moment of softness, you give in to a kiss. He hungrily kisses back, whining against your lips. “Good boy, just a little longer.” You pant, knowing that your own orgasm is vastly approaching.
As you approach the final build-up, your lips connect with his neck. Sucking deep hickies into his skin. Jean yelps at the overwhelming sensations. With your climax in close proximity, you bite down onto his shoulder. Sinking your teeth so deep into his skin that blood trickles from it. It seems as though not even Jean could compose himself as he comes for a second time, filling you completely with his semen. You ride out the high of euphoria, panting against Jean’s almost crumbling body. “If you… get off now… it’s gonna go everywhere.” He says between breaths. You laugh to yourself. “And whose fault is that mr you-can’t-dom-me.” Jean rolls his eyes and kisses your temple. “Definitely noted to listen to you next time.” You wipe his face of the now drying tears. “Levi said we should get rest tonight.” He watches as you free his hands from the belt-bind, the tightness leaving faint bruises. “Maybe don’t tell him about this…”
__________________________________________________________________ I’M BACK BITCHES I stayed up like all night writing this cos sudden inspiration. Also- Y’ALL I LEGIT MISS SUBSPACE SO MUCH WTF You know when you just like lose all concept of reality and it’s just ‘obey’ UGH Haven’t had any action in yonks heartbeenbrokesomanytimes :,)
