Your loud moans echoed through your bedroom, music to your girlfriendās ears as he rolled her hips deeper into you, clit rubbing hard against your own.
Pieck chuckled, eye heavy with lust. āYou can take it, baby. You have before, you can do it again.ā
Blushing at her words, you dig your nails into her shoulders, bringing Pieckās body flush against your own.
Her moves sped up, slick from her pussy dripping onto your thighs. Soft whimpers rolled off her tongue and into your ear, for you to hear only.
āP-Pieck, Iām closeā¦ā you murmur, gritting your teeth when another harsh roll of your hips pushes her clit against your own.
āMmm, you donāt have to tell me, just cum. Cum everywhere, baby.ā
Her gentle words and sultry voice send you over the edge, and next thing you know cum is seeping from your hole, creating a sticky mess between the two of you.
Pieckās orgasm takes another minute or two. When she finally does cum, her hips come to a slow until sheās stopped, chest rising and falling rapidly though her expression remains calm.
āGood job, baby.ā She whispers into your ear, not moving from against you, wanting to savor the moment.
Running your hands through her hair, you mumble a quick āthank youā, closing your eyes for a minute of rest.
Your cooldown is short lived, because Pieck has already started to grind against you again.
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summary: You ease his heavy game-day nerves over a quiet morning breakfast long before he steps onto the field. From the front row of the stands, you remain his constant source of comfort throughout the intense match.
wc: 1.8 k
The dorm kitchen was quiet, save for the low hum of the refrigerator and the steady sizzle of butter in the skillet. Morning light filtered through the dusty blinds, casting golden stripes across the worn linoleum floor.Ā
You padded around the small space. Bare feet silent against the cold tiles, swallowed whole by one of Reinerās massive graphic tees. It sagged off one shoulder and barely reached your mid-thighs, the hem swishing against your legs every time you moved between the stove and the counter.Ā
Across the room, Reiner sat on a high wooden stool, watching you. He looked huge in the cramped kitchenette, wide shoulders hunched slightly as his fingers traced the grain of the island. Game days always did this to him. The heavy weight of expectations, the crowd, the scout evaluations, the pressure to lead. It all settled thick in his chest long before he ever put his pads on.Ā
You stacked the last pancake onto the plate next to the eggs and bacon. Hot steam rose off the chocolate chips, smelling sweet enough to wake the whole floor. You slid the plate across the counter toward his stool and walked around the island to stand next to him. Leaning against the counter, you brushed your thumb over the back of his hand.
"Eat up, big guy," you said softly.
Reiner slid a thick arm around your waist and gently tugged you toward him instead of eating, pulling you right into his side. You stepped between his knees, leaning into his broad frame as he rested his heavy head against your stomach. He let out a long, slow breath, his shoulders dropping the second his face pressed into the soft cotton.Ā
You smiled down at his soft blond hair, leaning over to press a warm kiss to the top of his head before threading your fingers through his short locks. Your fingers gently massaged his scalp, working through the tight knot of tension at the base of his neck.Ā
"You don't have to get up this early for me every single time, you know," he muttered. His voice was thick with sleep and lingering anxiety, though his arm stayed firm around your waist.Ā
"And let you run out onto the field on an empty stomach and a bundle of nerves? Not a chance," you chuckled against his hair.
Knowing better than to let his mind wander back to plays and defensive lines, you steered the conversation away from the stadium. You ran your hands through his hair again, leaning back just enough to give him room to finally eat.Ā
"Besides, someone has to keep me company while I complain about my schedule," you continued lightly, trailing your thumb along the line of his jaw as he took a bite. "Professor Smith gave us three chapters of reading over the weekend. Pretty sure half the class was asleep by slide four on Friday. I spent three hours last night just trying to make sense of my own notes."Ā
Reiner quieted down, listening intently as he ate. The tight line between his brows began to smooth out, drawn in by the easy rhythm of your voice. He chuckled low in his throat, taking another bite of eggs before pressing a grateful kiss against your hip through the thin shirt.
"Sounds brutal," he murmured, his thumb tracing slow circles against your hip.
You reached down, cupping both sides of his face in your hands. You guided his chin up until he had no choice but to look straight into your eyes. You needed him to see how genuine you were, and you needed to watch the truth of it settle into his chest.
"Youāve put in the work all week, Reiner," you said softly, holding his gaze until he gave you a small, understanding nod. "Youāre the strongest player out there. You belong here. You have earned this spot on the team. Just go play your game."
He held your gaze for a long beat, absorbing every word. A smile broke through, the sharp edge in his amber eyes completely softening. "What would I do without you?"
"Starve, probably," you teased, your thumb rubbing over his cheekbone. "Or end up eating a sleeve of dry saltines for breakfast."
You bent down and pressed a long, tender kiss to his temple, breathing in the familiar scent of his shampoo. Before he could pull away, you started pecking light, quick kisses all over his face ā one on his forehead, one on the bridge of his nose, and a scatter across his cheeks until a deep, booming laugh burst from his chest.
"Eat every bite," you instructed through a grin, pointing a spatula at him playfully as you finally stepped out of his reach and turned back toward the sink.
By afternoon, the stadium was an absolute wall of noise. A roaring sea of fans, bass shaking the bleachers, and pure, electric energy. You were wedged into the third row right behind the bench, pressed flat against the cold railing. Sasha had dragged you down early, armed with red and white face paint.
"Hold still! You're wiggling!" she complained, holding your chin firmly. She carefully painted #57 onto your cheek before slapping a messy stripe across her own nose.
You were drowning in Reinerās away jersey. The heavy mesh swallowed you down to your knees, smelling like his fresh laundry detergent with that faint, lingering trace of his cologne clinging softly to the cotton. It was a comforting tether in the middle of all the chaos.
Underneath the excitement, a familiar knot tightened in your stomach. Game days were always stressful, but today felt heavier. You knew how hard he pushed himself. You knew how much he beat himself up over every minor mistake. You didn't care about scouts or division standings. You just wanted him to play a game he could feel proud of when he took his pads off tonight. Win or lose, you wanted him coming off that field safe, healthy, and satisfied.Ā
When the team finally surged out of the tunnel, the stadium erupted. The bleachers vibrated right through the soles of your shoes. Players sprinted onto the sideline, slapping pads and shouting to hype each other up.Ā
Reiner hit the turf and immediately slowed his pace. He ignored the opposing bench. He ignored the crowd. His eyes swept the lower rows where you always sat until his gaze locked right onto you.Ā
The noise seemed to fall away for a second. In a crowd of thousands, you stood out instantly. He took you in, swimming in his jersey with his number on your cheek, hands gripping the railing in quiet support. A genuine and brilliant smile broke across his face. The tension in his broad shoulders melted away.
Slowly, he pressed two fingers over his chest, tapping his heart before pointing straight at you. It was a simple gesture, but it meant everything.
Heat rushed through your chest. Cupping both hands to your lips, you blew a kiss across the distance before pressing your hands flat over your own heart. Reinerās smile softened. He gave you one last grounding nod, focused and steady, before turning back to the field.
The game was a brutal, nerve-wracking grind. Every time Reiner took a hit or threw himself into a crucial block, your heart jumped into your throat. You gripped the cold metal railing until your knuckles turned white, watching him sweat through his uniform and push through raw exhaustion.Ā
Midway through the third quarter, things went sideways. On a crucial third down, the line misread a play. Reinerās foot slipped on the turf as he tried to adjust, missing his block, and the quarterback took a heavy sack. Down on the sideline, Reiner unbuckled his chin strap and slammed his helmet into the grass. He paced back and forth, hands on his hips, jaw set tight. Your stomach dropped into a sickening freefall. You recognized that posture. You knew the dark thoughts running through his head, and you silently begged him from the stands not to spiral.
The game wore on, a grueling back-and-forth grind that pushed both teams to their absolute limit. By the fourth quarter, the score was still deadlocked.
Then came the final minutes. Reiner charged through the line and threw himself into a bone-crushing hit that echoed all the way up to the third row. He hit the turf hard and stayed flat on his back, not moving.
Panic seized you. You grabbed Sashaās jacket, fingers digging into the denim. "Is he okay? Sasha, is he getting up?"Ā
Sasha threw a tight arm around your waist to keep you steady --- as you were ready to hop the fence --- as trainers ran onto the field.Ā After three excruciating seconds, Reiner rolled over, pushed onto his knees, and hauled himself up. He snapped his helmet back down, waved off the medical crew, and slammed his fist into his palm. He glanced up at the stands for a fraction of a second, catching your eye with a fierce, determined burn replacing the doubt from earlier.Ā
With less than thirty seconds left on the clock, he put everything into the final play. Reiner drove forward, throwing a massive block that leveled two defenders and opened a wide lane right down the middle. The running back burst through the gap, diving into the end zone as the cluck struck zero.
The stadium blew up into absolute madness. Horns blared, fans screamed, and confetti rained down as the bench cleared onto the field.
As soon as the final whistle blew, a broad, radiant smile broke across Reinerās face. Helmet dangling from his hand, sweat glistening in his golden hair, he broke into an easy jog straight toward your section of the stands. He ignored the dogpile forming near the endzone, scanning the lower rows until his eyes locked right onto yours.Ā
You shoved your way down to the front railing, beaming with so much pride your chest felt ready to burst.
Reiner jogged right up to the partition wall. The concrete came up to his chest, but he planted his hands on the ledge and hoisted himself up, resting his knees on the rim so he was standing right at your eye level, separated only by the metal bar.
Before you could even call out his name, he reached across the rail, hooked a powerful arm around your waist, and pulled you flush against him for a deep, breathless kiss.
The stadium's roar melted into background noise. His skin was burning hot, his chest heaving against yours, but his grip around your waist held you completely steady against the bar. You tangled your fingers into his damp hair, kissing him back with every bit of pride you had held inside all afternoon. When he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, a breathless, relieved laugh escaping his lips.Ā
"Told you you'd crush them," you whispered, your thumb gently wiping a streak of dirt from his cheek. "I'm so proud of you, Reiner."
"Couldn't have done it without my lucky charm," he murmured softly. His amber eyes crinkled at the corners as he pressed one last lingering kiss to your lips before stepping carefully back down to the turf to join his cheering teammates.Ā
HI GUYS! Sorry for being so mia but Iāve genuinely been working so much itās sick. I start classes again next week, though, so Iāll be writing more :)
My requests are open for dc, jjk, aot, and kny, so if you have any, send them my way! Even if itās just a sentence or a thought, Iād be happy to hear it! Iād love to have some stuff to work on next week <3 the characters Iām open to writing for are here and my rules are here
Warning: Dark content, obsessive behavior, possessiveness, stalking, captivity, imprisonment, isolation, manipulation, loss of autonomy, threats, violence, murder, canon-typical violence, trauma, grief, unhealthy relationship, toxic relationship dynamics, implied non-con, psychological horror.
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Iāve always thought that Levi may be one of the scariest human yanderes. Most of that is rooted in his past and him being an Ackerman.
Levi has spent most of his life surviving. He learned very young that if you wanted to live, sometimes you had to kill.
He never seemed to enjoy taking human life, but he was willing to do what was necessary to protect himself and the people he cared about.
The Underground also taught him that people could disappear from your life at any moment.
The people we see Levi form genuine connections with are Kenny, Isabel and Farlan. Whilst his relationship with Kenny was complicated, Isabel and Farlan were different. They were his family.
They survived together, fought together and looked after one another when there was nobody else to rely on.
Levi genuinely valued them, then he lost them.
First Isabel and Farlan.
Then his squad.
After that countless other comrades and eventually, Erwin.
Levi is almost cursed with the people he becomes attached to dying around him.
Every time he allows himself to care, he eventually has to watch someone disappear.
So if Levi ever fell deeply in love with someone, that fear of losing them would become a very important part of his obsession.
Heād probably try to avoid getting attached in the first place. Levi knows better than most that attachment can get people killed.
But thatās the problem. You canāt simply choose not to care about someone.
Heād become protective before he even realized how attached heād become.
At first, heād tell himself itās nothing. Heās just keeping an eye on you.
Making sure youāre eating, staying strong.
Making sure youāre not taking unnecessary risks.
āIām just looking out for you, brat.ā Heād say it casually, as though thatās all it is.
But with time, Leviās concern would become control. Heād start deciding which missions are too dangerous for you.
Who youāre allowed to accompany.
Where youāre allowed to go.
Who he trusts around you, and Levi wouldnāt necessarily see himself as controlling you. In his mind, heās preventing another death.
Because Levi has already learned what happens when he lets people make their own choices.
They die.
And he canāt accept that happening to you.
The darker part is that Levi would know what heās becoming.
Heās not stupid.
He knows locking you away is wrong.
He knows you have the right to leave.
He simply doesnāt care anymore.
If Levi reached the point where he genuinely believed that your freedom would eventually get you killed, he could take that freedom away.
Heād hide you somewhere in the Underground, far away from the Corps and anyone who could find you.
And unlike a more impulsive yandere, Levi wouldnāt make the place unbearable.
Your room would be clean, just like he always is.
Youād have food.
Clean clothes.
Medical supplies.
Anything he believes you need. Because Levi isnāt trying to punish you. Heās trying to keep you alive.
Thatās what makes it so disturbing. Heād take care of you perfectly while refusing to let you leave.
You can beg him or call him every bad name in the dictionary but Levi would stand there and just listen to you.
He wouldnāt even get angry. He knows your emotions are only natural.
Heād probably look tired and maybe even a little hurt. Unfortunately his answer would remain the same.
āItās for your own good.ā
And if you told him that you donāt want his protection?
Heād stare blankly at you for a moment before quietly answering.
āYou donāt have to want it.ā
Levi wouldnāt need to threaten you constantly. He doesnāt need to remind you that youāre trapped.
The locked door would bring that message across.
When someoneās looking for you.. thatās when youād see the side of Levi that the Survey Corps already fears.
Levi has killed before. Heās survived the Underground after all.
Heās fought Titans, humans and monsters alike. He knows exactly how much violence heās capable of.
And if someone tried to take the one person he has decided he cannot lose, Levi would not hesitate.
He wouldnāt scream or yell at them.
Heād silently draw his ODM blades.
āMove.ā
And if they didnāt? Then the answer is clear enough to Levi. Levi would make sure they never came near you again.
Even if it means taking down his own men.
His obsession wouldnāt necessarily come from thinking that you belong to him.
It would come from something much darker. He believes he has already lost enough people. He just refuses to lose you too.
A logical reason yet one that can be easily corrupted.
Even if protecting you means becoming your captor.
Even if keeping you alive means taking away everything that makes you free.
Itās all because Levi doesnāt want to endure losing another person that he loves, again.
To solely keep going for humanityās sake wouldnāt be enough anymore.
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Just a thought but imagine a fic where reader is a top detective and is tasked to track down the head of the mafia or something like that and reader is dating (insert character or your choice) and whole time they are who reader is trying to track down so they are giving reader hints that throw them off but reader is a top detective so she still is figuring the case out and reader ends up eventually putting two and two together. Thatās all I got but I would LOVE for one of you talented writers to take over! Idk which character would fit this maybe chrollo, bakugou, or eren???
ughh imagine levi as a girldad ! can you pretty please write how levi would be with our kid(specially if itās a girl) š„ŗš„ŗš„ŗ
OMG YES I ABSOLUTELY CAN!!! i love this idea so much yesyesyes.
ā” levi ackerman as a girl dad! mentions of modern au, but you can ignore that if you'd like!
before your daughter was born, levi swore he wouldn't get emotional. the man was convinced he wouldn't even cry at the birth. throughout your marriage you'd only seen levi cry once, and that was on your wedding night, so this wasn't hard to believe. but once your daughter was born, what he was once so sure of was proven wrong. he bawled. he just couldn't understand how someone so perfect could exist.
you let him be the first to hold her. seeing his reaction to her there was no way you couldn't. that day in the hospital, while he held your baby, that was the most love and vulnerability you'd ever seen in levi's eyes.
when you guys got home, he insisted upon you resting. so . . . he always had your daughter. not that you minded, really. it was nice seeing him so devoted to her (and it was also nice getting to relax a bit while your body healed).
levi made sure you pumped so that your baby girl could be fed even if you were out or sleeping, and if you couldn't, he'd make sure you're always stocked up on formula.
at night, when the baby cries, levi's already out of bed before you can even open your eyes. making his way to your daughter's room to see what's wrong with his sweet girl.
you'd think that he'd calm down the older she gets, but no. he's still with her 24/7, and now it's by your daughter's choice. she is the daddy's girl, and levi loves it. her first word was "dada" and when levi heard it he sobbed again, just like he did at the hospital. he was inconsolable that night, and he curled up in your arms crying tears of joy until he eventually fell asleep.
he takes your daughter everywhere with him, but it's mostly because she doesn't like when he leaves without her. it took months for her to be okay with the fact that her daddy had to go to work without her, and for those few months the house was hell from 8 to 6. your daughter would flip her shit if her father wasn't there when she called for him, and all you could say was, "mommy misses daddy too, baby."
things only got worse when your daughter started going to school. she always had the best school supplies because "whatever daddy's princess wants, she gets." she got homecooked lunches everyday because levi would pack them to make sure she ate (he also packed food for you. you weren't left hanging).
one day, levi was on a business trip so you had to pack her lunch instead of him, and she saw you do it and insisted that it had to be levi who did it or it wouldn't be right. so . . . you sent her upstairs and called her back down, saying that it was something levi made for her before he left. it wasn't, but it worked.
when she got a phone, she'd constantly text during the school day and ask to be picked up. you'd say no unless she was sick or really having a bad day, but then you'd be surprised when you got home and both her and your husband were already there . . . "sorry," he'd whisper while he kissed your temple, "just couldn't tell her no." and for some reason you could never be mad.
it goes without saying that levi adores your daughter . . . and overly spoils her. but it's okay because that's honestly all you could ask for from him, and you got that and more.
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uhm okay wow . . . i loved writing this. i REALLY love levi if you can't tell. honestly, i need to make some husband levi content. but i also need content for everyone else . . . aot men husband hc soon? i think yes.
