Wolf in Sheep's Clothing (Yandere! Attack on Titan various x Reader)

Chapter Eight

The notes I originally wrote for this chapter only really work for Quotev so I omitted them here.

Jack be nimble...

Stacy was acting oddly over the next few days. She jumped at small noises and looked at (Y/N) grimly, as though it was her last day of being alive.

"What's wrong, Stacy?" (Y/N) asked for the umpteenth time. 

"Nothing!" Stacy said, also for the umpteenth time. "You're coming to Jean's party, right?"

"Yes! I've told you so many times. Why are you so adamant on that?" (Y/N) groaned.

Stacy looked around before dragging (Y/N) into an unused classroom and pushing her against the wall, gripping her shirt tightly. 

"Listen, (Y/N), don't go to that party."

"What?" (Y/N) was surprised. "You've just been badgering me to go-"

The door creaked open and (Y/N) was wrenched out of Stacy's tight grip. She was shocked to find Mr. Ackerman holding them apart.

"No fighting on school grounds."

Stacy was hysterical. "We weren't fighting! Really, (Y/N), tell him!"

"We weren't fighting!" (Y/N) agreed.

Mr. Ackerman looked back and forth between them. Something dawned in his head.

Were Stacy and (Y/N) kissing before he walked in? That made his blood boil for some unknown reason. 

"(Y/N), detention, tonight." Mr. Ackerman growled. "Stacy, you'll be cleaning my classroom until it's spotless."

"But-" Stacy was confused. Why on earth would he assign her such a task and give her best friend detention. Was he trying to separate them?

Either way, she would take the worse punishment, for her friend. The worse task, would, of course, be spending time in that jerk teacher's room, cleaning it under his watchful eye.

"Never mind." Stacy muttered.

Mr. Ackerman watched the two girls file out of his room, hiding his smirk rather well. That strange, yet wonderful girl would be spending another evening with him. He needed to find out more about her.

He desperately hoped no other student would get detention. He needed to teach her a lesson about kissing people other than him.

She did belong to him after all.

School was over. Stacy had already cleaned Mr. Ackerman's classroom from top to bottom, that was obvious from the way the room sparkled when (Y/N) entered it for detention.

She awkwardly took a seat in the back of the classroom. She desperately wished someone else was in the room, other than the strict teacher at his desk. Where's Annie when you need him?
She got out her social studies book and began leafing through it boredly.

About a half hour into the detention, (Y/N) felt a presence. She looked up from her book and promptly dropped it. Mr. Ackerman was standing over her desk, eyes dark with an unidentifiable emotion.

"Why, brat?" Mr. Ackerman hissed, glaring into (Y/N)'s soul.

"Why what?" (Y/N) whispered, feeling beads of sweat appearing on her brow. "H-huh?" Mr. Ackerman leaned in close and closed his eyes, inhaling deeply.

Did he just sniff me?

"Why do you fascinate me so much?" Mr. Ackerman's eyes were half-lidded. (Y/N) was innocent, but she recognized the signs of lust when she saw it.

"Mr. Ackerman, please go back to your desk."

"Oh, you're ordering me around, huh, brat?" He seemed to be turned on even more at her terror. "And call me, Levi."

"N-no!" (Y/N) stood up suddenly, gathering up her books. "I don't care if this is detention. I'm leaving right now!"

"Oh really?" Levi hummed, grabbing her chin harshly and forcing her to look into his eyes. She has the most beautiful (eye color) eyes I've ever seen!

"Yes, really!" (Y/N) tugged her chin out of his grasp and glared back at him fiercely, trying to ignore her shaking arms and trembling knees. "If you don't leave me alone, I'm calling the cops! S-So, just...Leave me alone!"

Levi watched her leave, smiling fondly at the place she had been. His grin twitched into an even bigger, more insane smile.

Oh, (Y/N), you should have called the cops right away.

"You're late." Jean snapped. (Y/N) shrugged awkwardly, "Y-yeah, I'm late. S-sorry."

"What's wrong?" He didn't seem like he actually cared, but there was a softer tone to his voice. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

"Just out of breath." (Y/N) assured him. "Um, are there any adults here?" 

"No." Jean smiled that wide, smug grin of his. (Y/N) was not impressed.

(Y/N) turned to leave, much to Jean's disappointment, but a familiar voice rang out from behind her. Stacy was calling her name.

(Y/N) squeezed past Jean and made her way towards Stacy. 

"What are you doing here?" Stacy wailed. "You can't be here!"

"I was just going to leave!" (Y/N) assured her. "Not sure what the big deal is, considering you're here too."

"You've just got to leave." Stacy told her, grabbing her hand and leading her to the door.

 However, a room door opened up and (Y/N) was pulled inside by a rough hand. Stacy screamed out, barely heard over the pounding music, but (Y/N) was too caught off guard to fight against her attacker.

She was slammed into the wall for the second time that day. A click of the lock was heard, then banging and a doorknob rattling as Stacy struggled to break into the locked room.

Her attacker groaned. "Ahh~ (Y/N), I've been wanting to have you for so long." The rough hands became gentle, roaming (Y/N)'s body heatedly, grasping her hips and squeezing gently.

The voice was so familiar...But who could it be?

Larger hips thrust into hers, grinding lustfully against her own. (Y/N) began to struggle, no longer in shock.

"Don't fight it, sweetie." The voice growled. A zipper could be heard being unzipped. "I'm going to take you fully and you're going to enjoy it immensely."

SLAM!

The door was kicked down, light flooding into the room to reveal the figure trapping (Y/N) against the wall. The person who had kicked down the door ripped the male off of the smaller girl.

(Y/N) gasped. 

It was...

...Jack be quick

I'm awful. I really am.But someone's about to be in big trouble.
Oh yeah, and who saved you?