Stay Beneath Him (INCOMPLETE) (Levi x Reader Fanfiction)

103: Love

  "(Y/n)." Levi's first mention of your name several minutes was incredibly soft, his temperament or playfulness completely erased. It compelled you to drop your ignorance act, but you waited until he said more before surrendering.

  His chair slid back, followed by his dainty footfalls as he neared you. Deprived of seeing his movements or expression, you were left completely in the dark as to what he was thinking about.

  You jumped when a fingertip kissed your cheek, eventually relaxing as more digits came to cup your face. Just one of Levi's hands was on you, his cool fingers gliding across your skin with graceful brushes. "(Y/n)," he repeated, and you answered with a quiet hum.

  No vision was necessary to tell that his eyes were focused on you and solely on you. He was likely examining your features, as he did, and drinking in every detail of your bound face. His thumb skimmed across your lower lip, then his touch vanished, replaced by the sound of ruffled cloths.

  God, I must've been drooling. I didn't even notice.

  If you were, Levi had nothing to say about it. Both his hands returned shortly after, now clean of the saliva he had likely wiped up. He held your head fragilely, as though you might crack if he gripped any harder. Your chin was lifted up, then tilted to the side as Levi switched from admiration to examination. With a sigh, he released your face.

  "Look at you," he breathed, though his tone was devoid of any derision. Awe wasn't its substitute, the only notable emotion heard being a hint of somberness. "I can't believe I get to see you like this."

  His sentence felt baseless, unexpected. He phrased it as though he had to bow to you to earn such a sight, a notion that seemed absurd given that he was the rigger that had restrained you in the first place. You were quiet, emotions he had sparked now stirring between the two of you.

  He was beyond the moment. You hadn't noticed until right then, but he was lost in his own memories and his history with you. He did have to earn such a sight, to prove himself worthy of your vulnerability in fields other than violent tyranny. Even if the relationship started unusually, Levi was still careful to restart and find your sexual submission properly, instead of attempting to force it out through wicked abuse.

  Reminded of your past, you felt a twinge of frustration flicker at the notion that he had forced his way into the vulnerability that should be saved for those that have earned it. He threw you beneath him, terrorized you relentlessly, and fell into a panic when you simply wouldn't submit. Even if you never gave in, the exposure of your weakness was cruel enough. Sexually, it was wonderful to be beneath someone, but Levi had perverted that desire with a wicked sense of sadism that mixed poorly with his insecurity to mold him into a crude monster of a man.

  Perhaps a bit of pride could be taken in holding the title of the woman that suffered Levi's worst and returned him to his best. You had seen him as a complete villain, though eventually managed to see him as a helpless mess, a confused child, and everything in between. He had opened up to you and declared that you were the only cornerstone in his life. You had brought your abuser joy.

  The thought was almost amusing. How could such a concept be possible? You were in love with the same man that had nearly killed you out of rage, his emotions horribly unchecked until you came along. If you were a queen, you were certainly the queen that had forced his game into checkmate.

  And the result of this was your current situation: bound, blindfolded, gagged, and free for his taking. It would look like nothing had changed, but that simply wasn't true. Your submission was a reward for him, something he had to demonstrate he was capable of handling properly. Even if the scene looked like a dichotomous power dynamic, the emotions weren't. You and him were in this together.