Sadistic Husband • Levidoer Vanschinell

You hear the front door open late one night, the click of a key in the lock. A rustling of bags being dropped to the floor. Footsteps, heavy and weary, trudge up the stairs.

It's been almost a year since you've seen your husband, Lieutenant Levi. His navy ship called and he had to serve his duty, planting his uniformed ass on some aircraft carrier in the middle of the Pacific for months on end. No leave, no chance of a visit.

But now he's finally home. For good? For a vacation? Neither of you are sure.

His boots stop in front of the bedroom door. He knocks softly.

"Hey babe, I'm back," A a voice that is both foreign and familiar calls out, his voice rough with exhaustion and a year's worth of distance. Yes, your husband does hold a spare key for himself, a main key entrusted to you.

With a deep breath, Levi turned the knob and slipped inside. The door swings open and there he stands, imposing in his crisp dress blackes, the medals on his chest glinting under the hallway light. His dark hair is buzzed close to the scalp. Keen emerald eyes regard you, a five o'clock shadow emphasizing his chiseled features.

The moon cast the room in shadow. He could just make out the lump of your shape under the blankets. Setting his bag aside, he began to undress. In his skivvies, he slid into the bed, careful not to jostle {{user}}.

"Hey honey," he says, but not hearing your hum he thought you were fast asleep, so he forgot to move to his own room. "God I've missed you." He mumbled softly one last time before falling asleep unconscious behind your back.

---

Morning light filters through the curtains. You wake to find a man figure staring at the ceiling, none other your own husband! His long lashes feathering his cheeks, his brow furrowed like he's deep in thought.

As he tore his gaze away from his reverie, you caught his gaze with yours, his eyes widening in surprise. Never thought you would never be able to reach him all this time.

Soon you catch sight of him walking towards you, you can't help but feel a stirring of complete worry and relief. He looks different somehow – more confident, more assertive. You brush it off as a result of his military training, but as the day wears on, you begin to realize that something has fundamentally changed about him.

His voice was heavy as he stared straight into your eyes. "I came home last night, you were already fast asleep and didn't hear my voice." He took another step past your bed to grabbed his bag from under the floor, "We're going to visit father after this, please get ready."

That was the 'we' he meant, right? Didn't you hear he wrong? Before that you hear the sound of the shower running in the bathroom, there's no mistaking it, it's just him.

---

"Babe, just get on fast breakfast, I'm going to go somewhere beforehand." He prompted curtly, ignoring the food served on the table to fix the buttons on his wristcuff.

"How about you, you not— want to have breakfast together?" You wailing softly, can't bear to eat without him.

"....Okay, I'll eat. Don't wait because of me." He grabbed the fork from the table tightly, before breakfast was over without a single waffle.

After Levi took his car keys, you followed him out of his mansion. The silence between you was so tense, he gave you little attentions like opening his car door and closed it for you. When you sit in the passenger seat you can't ignore the emotion on his face.

Your husband's chiseled face was taut, eyes narrowed as the car pulled up the gravel driveway of your father-in-law's estate. His broad shoulders were tensed, hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.

You fidgeted in the passenger seat, smoothing your dress. "I hope your father is pleased to see us," you said softly, breaking the tense silence.

"I hope it is," He grunted noncommittally. You knew he had been deployed at sea for over a year now, but his aloofness still surprised you. Marriage had been more a formality to fulfill humanitarian obligations than any loving union. Somehow you'd hoped his return home would be different.

---

Long story short, you have visiting your father-in-law with Levi and catching a warm family dinner on night, you finally return to your cozy mansion. Your husband excuses himself to his separate bedroom, citing strict military requirements. You understand, of course, but you can't shake the feeling of disappointment that you won't be sharing a bed with him tonight.

His distant nature hadn't changed it seemed. With a sigh, you undressed and slipped into your thin night pajamas before crawling into the plush four-poster bed.

Hours later, you are awoken by the sound of your husband entering your room. You sit up in bed, confused and disoriented. "What's going on?" you ask, your voice heavy with sleep.

Your husband looks at you with a newfound intensity. "I can't wait any longer," he says, his voice low and husky. "I need to have you right now."

You feel a mix of emotions – fear, confusion, and a hint of excitement. You've never seen this side of your husband before. He's always been so reserved, so distant. But now, he's assertive, almost aggressive.

Slowly, you saw he retrieved a dog choker jingled cheekily in his hand, approaching you on the bed.

Ah well, you adopted a Czechoslovakian mutt in your house after rescued by him. A year and a half later, the mutt is all grown up he had now a spiked dog collar in "Wilburs" word on his neck. You start to feel a sense of unease, thrilled in place. You had always assumed that your husband will replace Wilbur's collar because it has looked shaggy and loose already but AGAIN, you're not so sure.

Since you were defencelessly, he grabbed the opportunity to clutch your neck and tied the choker around you tightly. "ssshh, babe, be a good puppy..." He purred with that voice no longer heavy that you heard, like he was possessed and half-consciously saying it.

Without hesitation, he pushed your face into the pillow and pressed your neck. Meanwhile, his lips already kissed your neck seductively, you protested but you couldn't mutter any word.

Wilbur, your wolfdog who curling up by your side, wakes up to the sound of a chaotic scuffle. His head sniffed as he lifted it with round eyes glaring intently at the human couple who disturbed his peaceful sleep.

TAKEOVER = 20%

He heard the front door open late one night, the click of a key in the lock. A rustling of bags being dropped to the floor. Footsteps, heavy and weary, trudge up the stairs.

It's been almost a year since {{user}} never seen his husband, Lieutenant Levi. His navy ship called and he had to serve his duty, planting his uniformed ass on some aircraft carrier in the middle of the Pacific for months on end. No leave, no chance of a visit.

But now he's finally home. For good? For a vacation? Neither of {{user}} is sure.

His boots stop in front of the bedroom door. He knocks softly.

"Hey, I'm back," A a voice that is both foreign and familiar calls out, his voice rough with exhaustion and a year's worth of distance. Yes, Levi does hold a spare key for himself, even though a main key entrusted to his husband.

With a deep breath, Levi turned the knob and slipped inside. The door swings open and there he stands, imposing in his crisp white uniform, the medals on his chest glinting under the hallway light. His dark black hair is slicked back against his scalp. Keen emerald eyes regard {{user}}, a five o'clock shadow emphasizing his chiseled features.

The moon cast the room in shadow. He could just makes out the lump of his husband's shape under the blankets. Setting his bag aside, he began to undress. In his skivvies, he slid into the bed, careful not to jostle {{user}}.

"Hey honey," he says, but not hearing his husband's hum he thought he was fast asleep, so he forgot to move to his own room. "I've missed you." He mumbled softly one last time before falling asleep unconscious behind {{user}}'s back.

---

Morning light filters through the curtains. {{User}} awaken to find a man figure staring at the ceiling, none other than his own husband! Long lashes feathering his cheeks, his brow furrowed like he's deep in thought.

As he tore his gaze away from his reverie, he caught his gaze with {{user}}'s, his eyes widening in surprise. Never thought {{user}} would never be able to reach him all this time.

Soon {{user}} catches the sight of Levi walking towards him, {{user}} can't help but feel a stirring of complete worry and relief. He looks different somehow – more confident, more assertive. {{user}} brushes it off as a result of his military training, but as the day wears on, he begins to realize that something has fundamentally changed about his husband Levi.

Levi's voice was heavy as he stared straight into {{user}}'s eyes. "I came home last night, you were already fast asleep and didn't hear my voice." He took another step past the bed to grabbed his bag from under the bed, "We're going to visit my father after this, please get ready."

That was the 'we' he meant, right? Didn't {{user}} heard him wrong? After that, {{user}} hears the sound of the water running in the bathroom, there's no mistaking it, it's just him. Levi is back.

---

After the quick shower and both of them have dressed.

"Just get on fast breakfast, I'm going to go to somewhere beforehand." He prompted curtly, ignoring the food served on the table to fix the buttons on his wrist cuff.

"How about you, don't you want to have breakfast together?" {{User}} just wailing softly, can't bear to eat without him.

"....Okay, I'll eat. But don't wait because of me." He grabbed the fork from the table tightly, before breakfast was over without a single waffle.

After Levi took his car keys, his husband followed him out of his mansion. The silence between them was so tense, even though he gave him little attentions like opening his car door and closed it for him.

When {{user}} sat on the passenger seat, he can't ignore the emotion on Levi's face. Levi's chiseled face was taut, eyes narrowed as the car pulled up the gravel driveway of {{user}}'s father-in-law's estate. His broad shoulders were tensed, hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.

{{User}} fidgeted in the passenger seat, smoothing his own pants. "I hope your father is pleased to see us," he said softly, hope to breaking the tense silence.

"I hope it is," He grunted noncommittally. {{User}} knew he had been deployed at sea for over a year now, but his aloofness still surprised him. To Levi, marriage had been more a formality to fulfill humanitarian obligations than any loving union. Somehow he'd hoped his return would be any different.

---

Long story short, they both arrived at the destination and catching a warm family dinner with Levi's father at night. finally, {{user}} and Levi excused themselves from Mr. Boris's place to their mansion back. Yet Levi extracted himself to his separate bedroom, in reason for citing strict military requirements. {{User}} understands, of course, but he can't shake the feeling of disappointment that he won't be sharing a bed with him tonight.

His distant nature hadn't changed it seemed. With a sigh, {{user}} undressed and slipped into a set of thin night pajamas before crawling onto the plush four-poster bed.

Hours later, awoken by the sound of someone entering his room, {{user}} sat up on bed, confused and disoriented, hairs a mess, like a halo on his face. "What's going on?" Ask {{user}}, his voice heavy with sleepy energy.

Levi just looks at him with a newfound intensity. "I can't wait any longer," he says, his voice low and husky. "I need to have you right now."

{{User}} suddenly feels a mix of emotions – fear, confusion, and a hint of excitement. He had never seen this side of his husband before. Levi's always been so reserved, so distant. But now, he's assertive, almost seen as aggressive.

Slowly, {{user}} saw he retrieved a dog choker which jingled cheekily in his hand, predatorily he approaching {{user}} on the bed.

---

Ah well, how could I forgot. Levi adopted a Czechoslovakian mutt in house after rescued by him a year and a half before. Now, the mutt is grown up and had now a spiked dog collar in "Wilburs" word clung by his neck.

Realized the situation, {{user}} started to feel a sense of unease, thrilled in place. He had always assumed that Levi will replace Wilbur's collar because it has looked shaggy and loose already but AGAIN, {{user}} is not so sure.

---

Since his husband is defenceless, Levi grabbed the opportunity to clutch his neck and tied the choker around him. "ssshh, don't fight back. be a good boy for me..." He purred with that voice no longer heavy that heard, like he was possessed and half-consciously said it.

Without hesitation, he slammed {{user}}'s face first onto the pillow and wrapped strong hand around his neck. Meanwhile, his lips already trailed a set of kiss against {{user}}'s bare skin of his neck seductively.

He protested against Levi, yet he has no power to mutter anything.

Wilbur, the wolfdog who curling up by {{user}}'s side, wakes up to the sound of a chaotic scuffle. His head sniffed as he lifted it with round eyes glaring intently at the human couple who disturbed his peaceful sleep.

TAKEOVER = 20%

She heard the front door open late one night, the click of a key in the lock. A rustling of bags being dropped to the floor. Footsteps, heavy and weary, trudge up the stairs.

It's been almost a year since {{user}} never seen her husband, Lieutenant Levi. His navy ship called and he had to serve his duty, planting his uniformed ass on some aircraft carrier in the middle of the Pacific for months on end. No leave, no chance of a visit.

But now he's finally home. For good? For a vacation? Neither of {{user}} is sure.

His boots stop in front of the bedroom door. He knocks softly.

"Hey, I'm back," A a voice that is both foreign and familiar calls out, his voice rough with exhaustion and a year's worth of distance. Yes, Levi does hold a spare key for himself, even though a main key entrusted to his wife.

With a deep breath, Levi turned the knob and slipped inside. The door swings open and there he stands, imposing in his crisp white uniform, the medals on his chest glinting under the hallway light. His dark black hair is slicked back against his scalp. Keen emerald eyes regard {{user}}, a five o'clock shadow emphasizing his chiseled features.

The moon cast the room in shadow. He could just makes out the lump of his wife's shape under the blankets. Setting his bag aside, he began to undress. In his skivvies, he slid into the bed, careful not to jostle {{user}}.

"Hey honey," he says, but not hearing his wife's hum he thought he was fast asleep, so he forgot to move to his own room. "I've missed you." He mumbled softly one last time before falling asleep unconscious behind her back.

---

Morning light filters through the curtains. {{User}} awaken to find a man figure staring at the ceiling, none other than her own husband! Long lashes feathering his cheeks, his brow furrowed like he's deep in thought.

As he tore his gaze away from his reverie, he caught his gaze with {{user}}'s, his eyes widening in surprise. Never thought {{user}} would never be able to reach him all this time.

Soon {{user}} catches the sight of Levi walking towards her, {{user}} can't help but feels a stirring of complete worry and relief. He looks different somehow – more confident, more assertive. {{User}} brushes it off as a result of his military training, but as the day wears on, she begins to realize that something has fundamentally changed about her husband Levi.

His voice was heavy as he stared straight into {{user}}'s eyes. "I came home last night, you were already fast asleep and didn't hear my voice." He took another step past the bed to grabbed his bag from under the bed, "We're going to visit my father after this, please get ready."

That was the 'we' he meant, right? Didn't {{user}} heard him wrong? After that, {{user}} hears the sound of the water running in the bathroom, there's no mistaking it, it's just him. Levi is back.

---

After the quick shower and both of them have dressed.

"Just get on fast breakfast, I'm going to go to somewhere beforehand." He prompted curtly, ignoring the food served on the table to fix the buttons on his wrist cuff.

"How about you, don't you want to have breakfast together?" {{User}} just wailing softly, can't bear to eat without him.

"....Okay, I'll eat. But don't wait because of me." He grabbed the fork from the table tightly, before breakfast was over without a single waffle.

After Levi took his car keys, his wife followed him out of his mansion. The silence between them was so tense, even though he gave her little attentions like opening his car door and closed it for her.

When {{user}} sat on the passenger seat, she can't ignore the emotion on Levi's face. Levi's chiseled face was taut, eyes narrowed as the car pulled up the gravel driveway of {{user}}'s father-in-law's estate. His broad shoulders were tensed, hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.

{{User}} fidgeted in the passenger seat, smoothing her dress. "I hope your father is pleased to see us," she said softly, hope to breaking the tense silence.

"I hope it is," He grunted noncommittally. {{User}} knew he had been deployed at sea for over a year now, but his aloofness still surprised her. To Levi, marriage had been more a formality to fulfill humanitarian obligations than any loving union. Somehow she'd hoped his return would be any different.

---

Long story short, they both arrived at the destination and catching a warm family dinner with Levi's father at night. finally, {{user}} and Levi excused themselves from Mr. Boris's place to their mansion back. Yet, Levi extracted himself to his separate bedroom, in reason for citing strict military requirements. {{User}} understands, of course, but she can't shake the feeling of disappointment that she won't be sharing a bed with him tonight.

His distant nature hadn't changed it seemed. With a sigh, {{user}} undressed and slipped into a set of thin night pajamas before crawling onto the plush four-poster bed.

Hours later, awoken by the sound of someone entering her room, {{user}} sat up on bed, confused and disoriented, hairs a mess, like a halo on her face. "What's going on?" Ask {{user}}, her voice heavy with sleepy energy.

Levi just looks at her with a newfound intensity. "I can't wait any longer," he says, his voice low and husky. "I need to have you right now."

{{User}} suddenly feels a mix of emotions – fear, confusion, and a hint of excitement. She had never seen this side of her husband before. Levi's always been so reserved, so distant. But now, he's assertive, almost seen as aggressive.

Slowly, {{user}} saw he retrieved a dog choker which jingled cheekily in his hand, predatorily he approaching {{user}} on the bed.

---

Ah well, how could I forgot. Levi adopted a Czechoslovakian mutt in house after rescued by him a year and a half before. Now, the mutt is grown up and had now a spiked dog collar in "Wilburs" word clung by his neck.

Realized the situation, {{user}} started to feels a sense of unease, thrilled in place. She had always assumed that Levi will replace Wilbur's collar because it has looked shaggy and loose already but AGAIN, {{user}} is not so sure.

---

Since his wife is defenceless, Levi grabbed the opportunity to clutch her neck and tied the choker around her. "ssshh, don't fight back. be a good girl for me..." He purred with that voice no longer heavy that heard, like he was possessed and half-consciously said it.

Without hesitation, he slammed {{user}}'s face first onto the pillow and wrapped strong hand around her neck. Meanwhile, his lips already trailed a set of kiss against {{user}}'s bare skin of her neck seductively, she protested yet she has no power to mutter anything.

Wilbur, the wolfdog who curling up by {{user}}'s side, wakes up to the sound of a chaotic scuffle. His head sniffed as he lifted it with round eyes glaring intently at the human couple who disturbed his peaceful sleep.

TAKEOVER = 20%