Imagine riding Levi. He doesn’t say it, doesn’t admit it, but hell, he loves when you ride him.
His hands on your waist, guiding, then moving to your hips, where his fingers leave marks from how tight his grip is.
The way he nods as you grind, silently urging you to keep going. His eyes—those gray eyes—watch you with so much love and desire. Even if he wants to close them, he can’t. They’re half-lidded, glossy for some reason. And the little pants slipping from his lips... He doesn’t care if you are cumming on his cock, because the moment you stop—even if it’s just to catch your breath, his hand moves automatically to your neck, choking you and pulling your pretty face closer. His lips brushing your ear.
"Keep going, baby. We’re not done… keep fucking yourself." His husky voice cuts through the air, low, rough, breathless. It feels like a threat—a sinful one—that turns you into a damn puddle.
His other hand grips your hip, guiding you, helping you keep bouncing. It’s overwhelming, no matter if it’s your first orgasm of the night or the fifth, he has this way of making you a mess…
I headcanon Levi during intimate moments calling you 'baby', okay? Okay, hahaha
you’re bent over the desk panties shoved aside, levi behind you, his breaths short and controlled, his hands gripping your hips with bruising precision.
the headquarters is quiet, but footsteps echo faintly down the hall, making this quickie a dangerous game, levi’s in his uniform, cravat loosened, his steel eyes sharp, locked on you as he thrusts, quick and deep, the desk creaking softly.
“not a sound.” he hisses, his voice low, clipped, a captain’s order, his hand clamping over your mouth, muffling the moan threatening to spill.
“you want us caught, brat?” his tone’s harsh, but his touch is calculated, his fingers warm against your lips, his other hand digging into your hip, pulling you back onto him.
you nod, frantic, your hands gripping the desk’s edge, your body trembling, the stretch of him intense.
“levi,” you try to whisper but it’s muffled, your voice barely a breath against his palm, your thighs shaking as he hits that spot, each thrust quickened.
“quiet,” he snaps his voice a low growl, leaning over you, his chest against your back, his lips by your ear. “one noise, and i stop. understand?” his thrusts slow, torturing you, his hand tightening over your mouth, his eyes scanning your face for compliance.
you whimper, soft and stifled nodding again, your body arching begging silently, your hips pushing back, needing more of him.
he grunts, low picking up his pace, fucking you harder, the desk rattling, his breaths sharp but silent, his discipline ironclad even now.
“fuck, you’re tight.” he muttergs, his voice barely audible, his hand sliding from your hip to your clit, circling fast, making you bite your lip under his palm, a muffled moan escaping.
his eyes narrow, a warning, but he doesn’t stop, his fingers relentless, pushing you closer. “levi, please..” you mumble against his hand, your voice a choked whisper, your body shaking, so close, the risk of getting caught fueling the heat.
he presses harder over your mouth, his thrusts sharp, desperate, his control fraying. “cum, now,” he orders, his voice rough, low, his fingers circling faster.
“quietly.” you obey, your orgasm hitting, your body clenching tight around him, a stifled cry trapped against his hand, as your thighs trembled.
🪽 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ how aot men would treat their himbo incubus! ~
·˚ ◌༘͙[featuring] ! ˊ 𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍, 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍, 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈, 𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑
cw — ftm!reader. lots of rough sex. dumbification. overstimulation. breeding to the max. size kink. spanking. masochism(?) oral sex. throat fucking. cumshot. multiple orgasms.
◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ author’s note! : i made this while violently down horrendous for aot men jfc i was possessed anyways! this will be my last post as im going on a trip soon, so enjoy! 🎀
₊˚ෆ 𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑
to be blunt, eren can be a bit of a meanie! after all, you came at such a poor time. the man was too busy jerking off to whatever porn he found, desperately trying to get himself off when you came and ruined his orgasm. as if you weren’t enough of a nuisance, you proceeded to act dumb in front of an annoyed and furiously horny eren. you’re sweet babbling came to a rude halt once the brunette grabbed you by the waist and threw you onto your stomach while you faced the end of the bed. you couldn’t get a word in before you felt something pry at your soaked pussy, turning your head to see your mortal host push himself inside of you and violently snapping his hips against yours. it was only the beginning of his frustrated tirade on your poor cunt, maybe you should’ve shut your mouth or be a little more considerate of your hosts!
“h-hah..eren! g-gentle!—“ you whined like a bitch in heat, only to be met with another harsh smack on your bare ass that was littered in eren’s handprints. you couldn’t help but look back through puffy, wet eyes at the mortal who was fucking you with such ferocity. a green eyed glare made you turn away in embarrassment, before a hand forced you to face him again. god, the way he looked at you could easily rival every man you stole an orgasm from. “e-eren..” you moaned, earning you a hard snap from his hips as he leaned closer to you. the smell of cigarettes still lingered around him.
“who’s fault is it that you got yourself in this mess? hm? not me. now shut up and take my cock like a good little incubus..”
₊˚ෆ 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐈𝐍
secretly (not really tho), jean adores your naivety. even more so knowing exactly what you are, i mean, how can a literal sex demon be so stupid? a question he’ll never get answers to, but why matter? not when you finally find him in a state of carnal desire. jean will never forget your cute dumb face once you saw his hard cock out in full fuckin’ glory. he was huge, so huge, you struggled to take in his girth. pathetic kitty licks ‘n kisses on his leaking tip to helplessly grinding on his length, it only turned him on even more. enough to where you already completed your task, and yet here you were, continuously pumped full of his cum inside your ruined cunt. the best part? jean wasn’t gonna stop anytime soon, not until you stop making that stupid fucked out face that only gets him hard all over again!
seven rounds later and he still was nowhere near done. your incubus mark that rested on your womb glowed furiously in a hot pink shade, signifying your pleasure and satisfaction with your host. jean knew damn well of this, but continued to fuck you cum filled cunt as a pace only a rabbit could possibly do. “jean..! i-i can’tttt! too much! ah!” you babbled through drool soaked lips, only to be silenced by a sloppy kiss from him. he couldn’t even kiss you properly while being pussydrunk beyond oblivion. lifting you head, you watched in awe at the sight of jean stuffing your pussy full of cock, a small bump in your womb from how many times he creampied you.
“stay with me baby, i know you can take another one in you..you’re doing such a good job f’me love. shit..!”
₊˚ෆ 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈 𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍
the short and sweet of this man is how little he takes your bullshit. trying to get a good night sleep was difficult enough with your constant whining for attention. you were waiting for a chance to get your cunt pounded by the mortal, only to see him trying to go to sleep instead. however, your efforts weren’t in vain, as levi shot up and yanked you over his lap. you could feel his dick growing harder and harder in his pants as he tore off your flimsy thong that barely covered shit. a calloused hand came down on your bare ass, a sharp smack! startled you as your body jolted forwards only to be pulled back roughly by levi. hit after hit, the pain became an intoxicating pleasure as your cunt soaked itself in arousal, your painfully swollen clit begging to be touched. unfortunately, levi wasn’t the easiest to falter.
smack! a yelp tore out of your sore throat followed by a weak whine, the stinging pain slowly numbing your ass before you were forced back down to earth by another harsh strike. “no..no more..! hurts t-too mu—“ SMACK! another strike startled you from your rambling, almost falling off of levi’s lap where he pulled you up roughly by the tail and secured you tightly. you didn’t have to look at him to know how fed up he was with you antics, or how aroused he was. you wanted so badly for him to just have his way with you, spitting you open and bruising your insides. a tinge of regret only grew bigger as his painfully obvious boner poked at your thigh. fuck, he was hung down there, if only you just behaved yourself!
“what’s the matter? quit squirming like a brat and sit the fuck still. you asked for this.”
₊˚ෆ 𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐍
did you piss of this literal giant on purpose? maybe, and what’s wrong with that? infiltrating a wet dream of him getting sucked off by some rando he found hot, fusing reality with fantasy until it abruptly ended before he could cum. you couldn’t help but giggle at poor reiner, well, until he forced you onto your knees and finished the damn job himself. it didn’t matter how many cocks you’ve swallowed, you struggled to take reiner’s full length as he mercilessly fucked your throat inch by inch until your nose was touching his pubic hairs. the stretch of his girth had your throat and mouth stuffed full until you couldn’t utter a word out. don’t think he’ll stop there either! the moment his dick twitches, he’ll pull out and cum all over that pretty face of yours. such an erotic sight gets him hard all over again, only this time, he’ll breed your throat full.
“atta boy. putting that mouth to good fucking use after that stunt you pulled..don’t worry, i’m not even close to done.”
Levi Ackerman x Reader
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This is more mature! Not full smut because I actually suck at writing it. A girl would need an entire bottle of wine to even get something down for it (😭) but it does contain a little bit of spicier scenes than normal. I prefer to have 18+ readers only for this one even if it's not full smut, but I'm not going to parent you. Please make good decisions.
Warnings: heavily implied sex, language, talks of violence and a bad childhood (minor)
WC: ~5k (it's long)
Disclaimer: i don't own the photo below!
"Just sex."
You nodded, echoing Levi's statement. "Just sex."
And that was the first time you found yourself pushed up against your fellow officer's desk in a tangle of tongue and teeth. Something to take the edge off, you told yourself as his hands roamed across your body, his lips leaving sloppy kisses up and down your neck.
You had known Levi since he first joined the Scouts—surly and trying to commit a felony. Your attitude wasn't much better at the time either, and you two always seemed to butt heads.
Commander Erwin—squad leader back then—was your hero. Pulling you off the streets and out of squalor because he saw something in you no one else ever had. So when the dark-haired thug joined, you didn't appreciate the disrespect.
But then something changed when his friends died. Levi's disrespect turned into unwavering loyalty towards Erwin.
Because of that, you couldn't help but feel bad for him after he watched the only family he really had be torn to shreds. So, you sat with him that day. Forcing him to accept the invisible hand you reached out with. Telling him to just shut up when he glared at you and let you pay your respects.
He did, and eventually you came to a tentative truce.
After that, you both began accepting the fact that neither of you were going away and started to grow up. Climbing the ranks together, having your squads assigned together. Everything just meshing together.
It made sense. He was Humanity’s Strongest, and you were a close second. So, of course Commander Erwin would put his two strongest squads together on occasion. It was never easy, but it had worked.
Somewhere along the lines of arguments, shared losses, and apologies—even though Levi would claim he never apologized—trust was built. You knew no matter what, Levi would have your back outside of the walls, and you would have his.
You were comrades, friends even—though Levi would deny that part.
But now...how you wound up casually sleeping with the Captain, you still couldn't wrap your head around that one.
What made it stranger was that he was the one who approached you about it. Of course, that might have been your fault when he walked into a supply closet and caught you with another soldier going down on you.
Levi was frozen in the door way, your leg propped up on a crate and the other young man on his knees.
"Get out!" you had snapped at him. He just stood there, narrowing his eyes and leveling a glare at the poor guy.
"Levi!" you said exasperatedly as your friend scrambled to grab his discarded jacket and bolt out of there. Levi tracked his movements until he disappeared around the corner while you hastily pulled your pants back on.
"You couldn't have done that anywhere else but here?" he asked flatly.
You scowled. "No one ever comes down to this supply closet."
"I do."
You merely rolled your eyes, storming past him and making sure to slam into his shoulder as you stomped out.
"Don't let your relationship affect you out there," he called after you, stopping you in your tracks. You whirled finding him approaching you with a bucket of cleaning supplies.
"I'm not in a relationship," you snipped, letting yourself fall into step with him.
"Tch." His jaw ticked once, the only indication of his ire.
"You do know people can have casual sex."
"I didn't say anything," he said, looking ahead.
"Yeah, well you got that judgy look in your eyes," you retorted.
"I don't."
"You do. But that's beside the point. Life is depressing enough, so why not have a little fun?"
"Whatever," he said, turning in the opposite direction and leaving you standing in the empty hall.
You hadn't really thought much of it after the fact. Although, every time you ran into him he couldn't look you in the eye. It took him about a week to get over it before he was back to telling you how shitty of a job you do at cleaning.
It was fine. Everything was normal until he summoned you into his office and made his proposal.
And that was that. It was just sex. Mind-blowing sex.
Where you now found yourself after the fourth round—no fifth round of the evening.
Levi was propped up against the headboard, watching as you scrambled around grabbing your clothes that were strewn all over his floor.
When you sat back down to put your boots on, you felt the bed shift. His warm hand landed on you, thumb rubbing soothing circles on your back.
After tugging on your shoes, you turned to look at him.
Though his face didn't show it, you could've sworn his eyes were glimmering with something akin to fondness. Your heart jolted in your chest, a small fluttering feeling working its way up into your stomach under his gaze.
Levi didn't say anything, just kept watching you with an indiscernible look.
"Thanks for the ride, Captain," you smirked, hiding behind your ego, trying to loosen some of the tension in the air.
Levi rolled his eyes, finally pulling away and grumbling something about your foul mouth. You felt yourself smiling faintly before standing and leaving without another word.
Things were good with him. Great even. But after weeks of this arrangement, something changed. You doubted he thought that way, but you sure did.
It was the little things like taking care of you afterwards or asking if you were okay on nights he was rougher. How he would search your face for any signs of discomfort and freeze the moment something didn't feel right. But it was the tenderness in his voice when doing so that caught you off guard.
The arrangement never started that way.
It was just sex. That's all it could be because people died every day. Enough of your own comrades and friends had died over the years you had been in the regiment. You just didn't think it was worth having your heart ripped out watching someone you truly loved die.
You knew Levi felt the same way. He was as closed off as you were. The sex with him was hot. Perfect to the point he probably ruined you for anyone else, but it was surface level. It was easy. Meetings ending with you both panting and satisfied, leaving each other's rooms like nothing ever happened.
But one night he asked you to stay. Out of the blue, he had gripped your hand as you were getting up to grab your clothes.
“Stay,” he had said quietly. “Just tonight.”
Levi didn’t ask again. He would still take care of you afterwards—soft with you in a way he’d never let anyone else see—but that was the only night you remained with him.
It stuck with you, your heart twisting when you had to force yourself walk away.
Eventually you finally came to the realization that you did want to stay there, wrapped up in his arms. And it terrified you. Stay with him, talk about everything and nothing just like you used to do, jest with each other.
Deep down you wanted all of it.
You still wanted all of it as you walked back to your room this evening.
With that look he gave you tonight, his hand rubbing your back tenderly, that feeling from being around him…it sent you scrambling back to as if you could outrun it.
∘ ∘ ∘ ∘ ∘
The next afternoon, your squad had been paired up with Levi’s for hand to hand. Something about giving the group of teenagers he now had to 'babysit', as he liked to call it, a chance to learn from seasoned veterans. Your squad had also been replenished with newer recruits who could use the help too.
You hadn’t been paying attention to what Erwin said during morning briefing, too focused on trying to forget the way Levi had touched you the previous night. More specifically, his searing gaze that made it felt like he saw into your soul.
Now, you couldn’t help notice how he was every bit of a soldier, once again, glaring at everyone and barking orders.
“Fix your stance Jaeger,” he ordered as the teenager dropped his left shoulder for the third time.
The poor kid blanched at the cold look Levi gave him and picked it back up.
You sighed, turning your attention back to some of your new replacements. They weren’t terrible, but you cringed when Mikasa flipped over her partner again.
The boy had the wind knocked out of him, grasping at his chest.
“You got quite the pick of the litter,” Levi’s voice sounded in your ear, making you flinch. You hadn’t heard him approach.
“Jesus, Levi,” you hissed, clutching your chest and stumbling away from him a little. He gave you a weird look but didn’t say anything.
“They aren’t the worst,” you finally said after gathering yourself.
He cast another sidelong look at you. You averted your eyes, that stupid fluttering feeling returning in your stomach.
“I’ve seen MPs fight better than that one.” He jerked his chin in the direction of Mikasa again. Just as she slammed the boy back into the ground.
“You shouldn’t have paired him with Mikasa,” you shook your head, crossing your arms.
“She’s the only one that will make him better, Y/N,” he said lowly. "I handed you your ass plenty of times and you got better."
You ignored his comment, more focused on how your name rolled over his tongue.
Levi had said your name hundreds of times, thousands. Either you were dying or it was the stagnant heat of the warm day, but the way he dragged out the syllables did something to you.
Your eyes flicked to his and back down to the ground. The movement did not go unnoticed by Levi.
Flashes of the night before popped into your head.
His calloused hands gripping your wrists, a trail of hot, wet kisses moving down the valley of your breasts. Levi’s soft whispers about how good you felt, how you were just made for him, and the way—
A hand landed on your shoulder and you actually jumped this time.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Levi’s face came into view. Your face burned, crimson staining your cheeks.
“Nothing.” You shrugged off his hand.
He gave you a look that said he didn’t believe you, but he was never one to push. A little part of you wanted him to though.
Ask me. You silently pleaded. Show me you care like I do. Tell me I’m not the only one feeling like this.
Of course, Levi did not. You scowled, shaking yourself off.
You were not going to get worked up over some guy. Especially when you were the one telling him that casual sex was fun. Not relationships.
Levi continued to eye you warily when you finally snapped at the young recruit who had been punched in the face this time by Mikasa.
“You know you can do something about that,” you barked. “It’s called moving out of the way!”
The boy looked like he was about to cry, and you instantly regretted it, reining in your temper. Between you and Levi, you were considerably kinder and more receptive to, well, everyone, but you had your moments.
Which is why Levi was staring at you with a mildly inquisitive look. His face was masked in boredom, but you could see it in his eyes. You could always see it in his eyes. The steel grey you had grown accustomed to watching as you would come undone under his—NO!
You wanted to scream at your wandering thoughts.
“You know, you would've thought last night would've calmed you down. Not make you more uptight. I guess I didn't do a good job,” Levi muttered wryly. Your head snapped up towards him.
His mouth twitched, the only hint of amusement before he stalked off.
Huffing, you decided to throw yourself into helping your squad. Training eventually finished, and you had nearly forgotten about your mess of a mind when you had caught Levi lingering near the fences where everyone’s jackets were thrown over.
His eyes met yours with a slight tilt of his head. You knew what he was offering.
Something ugly in your gut twisted when he turned and started walking off. It wasn’t a good idea especially with how you had been feeling lately.
But something was always better than nothing…right?
∘ ∘ ∘ ∘ ∘
Wrong.
Following that earth-shattering orgasm after training, that had you nearly screaming his name for the entire Scout regiment to hear, things had escalated.
Sex? That had always been perfect.
No.
It was those little moments with him again that had you questioning your sanity.
They trickled into your daily routine now. That same evening you had been sitting with Hange listening to them ramble about their next experiment with Eren.
A hand reached out in between you to grab something off the table. The warmth you had grown to know by heart pressing slightly into your back, his breath caressing your ear.
“No one cares, four-eyes,” Levi deadpanned, grabbing a piece of bread and walking off.
Hange ignored him, but he left you sitting there dumbfounded and overthinking. Levi would never invade anyone else’s personal space like that.
It’s not like he had an aversion to touch, obviously, but he could’ve easily gotten what he needed without being that close to you.
The following days it was a hand on your lower back if he walked around you or followed you into a room. It was how he brushed a stray piece of hair out of your face after you collided with one of your recruits during training, and the way he searched your face to make sure you were okay.
The way you’d come back after patrol to find your room spotless with a book you had mentioned wanting to read sitting on your desk with a note.
I came to drop this off and your office was a mess. -L
You wanted to combust.
And every day, when he did these things and asked for release later that night, something inside you started to break.
Just like tonight.
You knew you shouldn't have followed him when he inclined his head and slunk out of the mess hall. You told yourself you weren't going to. But your body moved on instinct and now here you were pressed up against him.
"Jump," Levi mumbled against your lips. You obeyed, hopping up on his desk.
Small gasps fell from your lips as he placed open-mouth kissed across your face, jaw, and down your neck.
His hands dug into the soft flesh of your hips. You spread your legs open feeling him press into you and start fumbling at the buttons of your shirt.
"Your mine," he growled lowly.
You froze.
Levi halted all movements.
"What?" he asked, pulling his head back just enough to look at you.
You ran a nervous hand through your hair.
"I just—I...What are we?"
The words came tumbling out of your mouth before you could stop it. Levi's face scrunched up in confusion. "What?" he repeated.
You sighed, slumping a bit.
"It's just you keep doing these things. Saying these things. And i-it makes me think that this isn't really casual sex anymore."
Levi's gaze on you sharpened. He took a step back, and you could already see it forming in his eyes. Those walls he'd built up so high it was nearly impossible to get through.
"What have I been doing?" he asked quietly.
You opened your mouth and closed it. Tried again.
"I don't know Levi," you threw your hands up in the air. The burning heat between you two, completely gone.
"Leaving books in my office and cleaning it up. Making sure I'm okay after training. Saying things like 'you're mine' and taking care of me."
Your words hung in the air between the both of you. Levi's jaw ticked, and you watched in real time as he slid the locks into place. Pushing you away without even saying anything.
You stood slowly, gathering your things.
"You're reading into it too much," he said.
The words made you flinch. You shouldn't even have brought it up in the first place.
You closed your eyes, steeling yourself for a minute.
"Fine," was all you said, turning around to meet his hard stare with one of your own.
"I don't think we should do this anymore. We can find pleasure elsewhere," you added, just to hit him where it hurt. That was one condition of your arrangement. No one else. He had been very adamant on that.
Levi's eyes darkened, his face falling into a scowl.
"Whatever you want." He clicked his tongue, moving to stand behind his desk, putting physical distance between you, every bit of the ruthless soldier you knew out in the field.
He didn't say anything else, and you took that as your cue to leave. Without another word, you marched over to the door flinging it open.
"You just had to go and catch feelings didn't you?" you heard him say bitterly.
You whirled around, your own temper flaring and not caring that you were walking a very fine line you liked to avoid.
"What's so wrong about that?" you gritted your teeth, hand tightening on the door knob.
"Everything," he hissed. "We had a good thing going. You said it yourself. You might as well have some fun when we're likely going to die any day now."
"I'm not the one to blame for this," you seethed. "You came to me with this offer. And then you started acting like you cared. What was I supposed to think? We've been with each other for years now, Levi. I'm still alive! And you're acting like I'm just another body to you."
"You are." The words came out before he could stop them.
You froze. Blinked. Refusing to acknowledge the burning sensation behind your eyes.
"I thought we were past this," you said quietly, the fire in your veins doused by his harsh words. "I thought we were friends."
Levi stared at you with what you could only describe as anger and annoyance. His eyes flashed though with something that almost, almost, looked like guilt.
You shook your head laughing lowly. "Of course not. Captain Levi doesn't have any friends. Because he's too damn scared," you spit.
Without giving him a chance to say anything, you slammed his door shut and sprinted back to your room before the tears could start to fall.
∘ ∘ ∘ ∘ ∘
Days after your fight with Levi, you were more miserable than you cared to admit. You didn't find someone else. Hell, you didn't want to.
He didn't bother speaking with you outside of the duties you two shared. Answering you in clipped sentences and moving on with his day. That was expected though. And it's not like you had been actively going out of your way to talk to him either.
To make matters worse, Levi was also in a foul mood which set everyone on edge.
It was obvious to everyone around you that you were the cause of each other's attitudes. Erwin even made a comment about it to you which resulted in you snapping at him. You were lucky he didn't strip you of your rank, and extremely grateful that he gave you a sympathetic look and didn't push any further.
"OK!" Hange's voice rang out five days later in the mess hall. Their hands slammed onto the table you were sitting at, snapping you out of your sulking.
"YOU need to go talk to him," Hange demanded. You turned to see them standing over you. They had a desperate look about them.
"I don't need to do anything," you muttered turning back to the food you were poking around on your plate. Hange scoffed slipping in the seat next to you.
They shook their head. "This is the twentieth time he's bitten my head off and it's not even noon. Go. Talk. To. Him."
"I didn't even do anything," you argued. Hange gave you a sympathetic look but still said, "Clearly you did because he hasn't been this pissy since you two hated each other way back then."
"He can get over it," you snapped, averting your gaze. They barked out a laugh.
"Levi. Captain Shorty who can hold a grudge like it's no one's business, can get over it?"
"Spare me." You rolled your eyes.
"You're just as bad as he is," they scoffed. "Seriously. Go apologize, fuck him again for all I care. Just make it stop! Both of you are making it depressing around here."
You nearly choked.
"I-we're. We're not fucking," you spluttered.
They gave you a look that screamed 'really?'
"Y/N. I love you, but you are so stupid sometimes. I know you two have been fucking for like the past month," Hange said.
Your eyes widdened, and they snorted.
"You two weren't subtle. I've been around the both of you long enough. Besides, I heard you one night when I was walking back to my room. Sounded hot," they smirked.
You rolled your eyes, shoving their grinning face away.
"Anyways, you seriously need to go talk to him. Eren and Armin were crawling off the training field yesterday," Hange said seriously.
"He can do whatever he likes with his squad," you replied evenly. Although, you started biting at your finger nails at the thought. You knew how he could push people past their limits.
They stared at you for a moment and sighed. "He really messed you up didn't he?"
You glanced down at your hands, letting out a breath. Hange was one of your best friends. You could give them at least this much.
"It was my fault. I shouldn't have gotten attached to the least emotionally available person in the Scouts," you whispered.
Hange leaned their head on your shoulder, offering you comfort.
"I think you fell for him a long time ago. Not just now," they said.
You shifted to look at them. Hange lifted their head off you, their features softening.
"I've never seen two people at each others throats like you two. But I could never figure out if you wanted to kill each other or kiss each other when you got into your fights," they explained. "It was honestly scary how passionate the two of you were."
You snorted.
"But it wasn't just you," Hange continued. "He was always watching. Every time we were outside of the walls, when you'd brush by him at dinner. He eyes always followed you wherever you went."
You didn't know what to say. Something in your chest eased a bit at their words, but it still didn't make it hurt any less.
If you were being honest with yourself, you missed him. His dry remarks, his ego, his stubbornness. All of him. You never noticed how much Levi was in your orbit until he was gone, regardless if you were sleeping with him.
"Why can't he say it, then? He told me I was just another body," you finally spoke.
"You know how awkward and weird he gets when it comes to feelings," they replied. "You're one of his closest friends. You should know by now he'll never shower you with sweet words and comfort. And he probably panicked and didn't have enough time to process. I really think you should just go talk to him."
You thought about it for a moment, internally warring with yourself. Hange had a point. You didn't know why you expected him to verbally tell you how he felt. Especially, when you weren't even able to express your feelings.
It was like looking in a mirror when you saw him. Two sides of the same coin. Ultimately your pride won out though.
"No. He owes me an apology. I've sucked it up and apologized to him before, so he can do that for me."
Hange let out an exasperated noise and threw their hands in the air.
"You're a stubborn ass. The two of you are perfect for each other."
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Later that afternoon, you found yourself wandering around. Chores were finished, and your eyes were crossing at all of the reports you had been staring at for the past two hours.
As you were never in that much danger around HQ, you weren't paying attention when a pair of arms wrapped around you. Your instincts kicked in immediately, elbow swinging backwards and colliding with your captor's face.
"SON OF A BITCH!" Hange squealed.
"Hange?" you froze for a second.
"I'm sorry Captain!" another familiar voice pleaded when you resumed resisting. Moblit.
"What the hell are you two doing?" you shouted, kicking out your legs to try and swing out of their grasp.
"This is for your own good!" Hange shouted back.
You flailed, not wanting to hurt them, but to get out of their tight hold. Moblit grabbed your legs, further inhibiting your ability to slip away. You were so confused.
"Hold her, Moblit!" Hange screeched.
"HANGE!"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," you could hear Moblit profusely apologizing.
Eventually, they had managed to wrestle you down the hall and threw you into an empty room.
You landed on the ground, irritation flaring, but before you could reach the door, Hange slammed it in your face with a smirk. The sound of the lock clicking into place filled your ears.
"Hange," you growled and started banging on the door. "HANGE!"
They cackled on the other side. "You're not coming out of there until you two make up!"
You froze and turned slowly on your heel.
Levi was leaning up against the back window with his arms crossed and a bored expression on his face. Your eyes widened before swinging back around and banging on the door again.
"They aren't coming back," he said flatly.
You whirled around with a glare.
"Why are you here?"
He shrugged, "Four-eyes said they wanted to show me something and told me to meet them here."
"Well, you could've left. I'm sure you heard us coming down the hallway." You blew some of the hair that had flopped over your eye out of your face and leaned against the door.
Levi clicked his tongue, glancing out the window.
"I wanted to see what they were doing."
You rolled your eyes and didn't say anything. Between getting dragged here against your will and him, you weren't in a great mood.
"And when I heard you were with them, I wanted to stay."
Your eyes flicked up from a spot on the floor to him. Levi was still staring out the window, shoulders tense and jaw tight.
"Why?" was all you asked, glancing back down to the floor.
You felt his gaze land on you.
He took a deep breath and begrudgingly said, "Because Hange came to me saying how miserable everyone is around us and that I screwed up. They were right."
You snapped your attention back to him, slightly gawking. "I never thought I'd hear you say that," you said.
Levi paused, taking you in.
"I'm sorry," he said tightly. Now that really caught your attention.
You watched him closely. He glanced around looking nervous for once. I could have some fun with that, you thought.
"For what?" you drawled, mustering your usual swagger.
Levi's eyes narrowed at the feline smile that began spreading across your face. Oh, you were going to get him to talk and enjoy every second of it.
He scowled at you as if he read your thoughts.
"For being a dick," he said through gritted teeth. Your brows flicked up.
"That's oddly unspecific. You're a dick ninety percent of the time."
"Stop enjoying this so much." He took a step towards you, fists clenched at his sides.
"I'm not." You traced your finger on the table, stalking towards him. "I just want to hear you say it."
"No." He followed your movements. You were circling him like a predator.
"You're just as stuck as me," you purred, coming around behind him. It was so easy to get under his skin. Just like he would do to you. Especially when you two were fighting.
The girl who was moping around for days was gone. With him, you slipped back into your old habits.
It was so easy with him. He knew you better than anyone else.
Levi turned with you, clocking every step. "Why are you like this?" he huffed.
You finally stopped in front of him, crossing your arms. "You get under my skin sometimes. So it's only fair to me. Plus I like seeing you squirm."
"Say it," you demanded.
He continued to stare at you. You stared right back. A battle of sheer wills.
"I've apologized plenty of times before." you said. "You can do it too, Captain."
"Tch. Your half-assed apologies don't count," he scoffed, but you could see him wavering.
You blew out a breath, letting go of your enjoyment in tormenting him.
"But I apologized," you said earnestly. "Like friends do."
His shoulders dropped barely. "Fine. I'm sorry for acting like you were an object. You're more than that to me."
Some of the tension loosened. His words caught you off guard, your own internal fears trying to claw their way up your throat at the sincerity in his words. You pasted a lazy smile on your face falling back into your usual mask, shoving them back down.
"Thank you. Now was that—"
"I'm not done," he interrupted. You closed your mouth immediately and stood up straighter.
Levi sighed, but continued, "You mean so much to me, and you were right."
He looked like he was in pain admitting that, but you didn't say anything, letting him go at his own pace.
"I don't know why I started doing all of those little things. But somewhere along the road...it wasn't just casual sex for me anymore. And I didn't know how to handle that. I thought that's just what you wanted so I shut up. Buried it inside and took whatever parts of you you gave me. I shouldn't have led you on, and I'm sorry."
Your chest warmed at his admission. So it wasn't just you. You opened your mouth. If he could offer you this, surely you could say something.
A pathetic 'oh' was all you could manage.
Silence hung heavy between you.
Levi tensed again, glancing around the room.
"Is that all you have to say? You normally, I don't know, give me shit or something," he muttered.
The corners of your lips quirked up.
"I just don't really know what to say without scaring you or myself off," you said, calmly taking a step towards him.
Be bold. He gave you a small piece of himself.
Carefully, you reached your shaking hand towards his.
"You practically forced your way into my life, and I'm still here" he said quietly, allowing you to tangle your hands together.
"It was never casual for me either," you breathed coming closer, ignoring his jab. He searched your eyes for a heartbeat.
"Good," was all he said before pressing his lips onto yours.
His warmth engulfed you as his one hand wrapped around your waist and splayed across your back while his other came up to tangle in your hair. You groaned under his touch, gripping him back and pulling him close.
The kiss was intense, but with an air of softness around it. It was everything he couldn't say. Everything you couldn't say because you were both too afraid to speak it into existence. But it was still real. That precious thing between you two.
It was there and you didn't think it would be going away any time soon.
"You can't die on me now," he said in between kisses.
"I won't," you easily replied, capturing the soft flesh of his lips between yours once more.
"Everyone I care about usually does."
You heard it. That soft admission hidden beneath blunt words. His fear after losing everyone he's ever loved.
"Your lack of faith in me is offensive, Captain," you giggled, but tenderly pressed your lips back against his, reassuring him that you would do everything in your power not to. Levi sighed through his nose, body relaxing more as he felt your silent message. And that was enough for him to set aside his fears for now.
"I'm not labeling us," he mumbled, his lips moving in a familiar pattern. Across your cheek, down your jaw, and to that sweet spot on your neck. He hummed, pure male smugness, when you let out a gasp.
"I didn't ask you to," you said breathlessly.
"But you're mine." He repeated those same words from the other night. Your heart skipped a beat at the insinuation in his voice.
"Forever," you affirmed. His hands tightened around you for a second before he started tugging at the hem of your shirt.
Just then the door creaked open. You both stilled.
"You're welcome!" Hange's voice sang from down the hall.
For a second you just stared at each other, and then you barked out a small laugh. Levi's mouth twitched as he watched, eyes burning with affection.
"Come on," you said, grabbing his hand and leading him out of the room.
"See that wasn't so hard to apologize," you teased as you carried on your way. He scoffed, but didn't let go of your hand.
"You're a pain in my ass," he sighed.
"Yeah, but I don't think you'd have it any other way." Levi rolled his eyes, but gave you one of his rare smiles.
Needless to say, the entire Scout regiment gave Hange a lot of praise and thanks later that night when the both of you walked in trying to hide your small grins.
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i still don't know how to make my endings stronger ughhh. but i hope you enjoyed!
headcanons for which your cold and jaded superior—levi ackerman—gradually softens up to you while learning of a deep, dark secret — based on this ask • themes/warnings: x f!reader, implied trauma disclosed, it isn’t ever verbally said but there is a strong implication towards past SA, reader is inexperienced/a virgin and while nothing graphic happens, there is a build-up towards gentle intimacy (a hug) • w.c: about 900ish
Levi Ackerman, who didn’t care all too much about you when you first joined his squad. Truth be told, he thought you wouldn’t last too long at all, so dismissing you from the first interaction onwards felt safer. At least much more so than getting to know yet another eventual face to bury.
Levi Ackerman, who found it annoying when he’d catch you lingering around the barracks long after everyone else had gone off to sleep. He found it so strange that you often stood there in place with your head tilted up, your mind somewhere in the clouds.
Once, he decided to confront you about it, only to be met with a flinch and a shove that sent him stumbling back a step. Your eyes were all glassy when they landed on his, coated in tears that were ready to fall. You looked at him like he had cornered you—as if he were about to hurt you.
He wasn’t offended when you looked at him like that, no, but—
He also didn’t know what to do with himself.
Levi Ackerman, who, after that, made an effort to notice all of those other things about you, no matter how small. He shrugged off the nonchalance he wore around fresh faces, reminding himself that you were his squadmate, so therefore, to a degree, your responsibility. Only when he started to take extra care did he begin to see the way you so easily startled when someone’s hand or shoulder brushed past you when they walked by, or how you would dissociate during field missions.
It was around then when the way you acted started to feel familiar; it was how he acted when processing grief, after all.
Leading him to understand that you were working through something traumatic.
He should have known.
And over time, he put together the pieces without ever needing you to say what it might have ever been out loud, with certain things like context clues guiding him closer to the answer he once so naively sought, leading him to the conclusion that it might have been someone who hurt you in the past. Given the way that you often recoiled from closeness, he guessed it was personal enough.
When, also, you finally were brave enough to disclose the truth on your own, he went strangely quiet, or at least more so than usual. You told him all about how you were hurt—how you were touched—how you then lost yourself to the pain. Anger rose from within him on your own behalf, and he felt profoundly disappointed—but not surprised—that people like that existed, let alone breathed the same air he did. Still, he kept his anger concealed and didn’t let his fury reach you, understanding that all you needed right then and there was someone who accepted you.
In turn, giving you his support, his shoulder to cry on, his sheer presence, if it meant you wouldn’t have to suffer this all alone anymore.
And indeed, you did not—
For it was you who joined the military as a means of surviving something you could never quite outrun, wasn’t it? You convinced yourself—perhaps foolishly—that if you poured all of your misery into something essentially terminal, then you could disappear when it all went south.
Even when you performed well on the initial assessment and even when you did act like the ever-so-disciplined soldier they wanted, you were still set aside, told to wait. Someone told you it was nothing to worry about, that it was that… they hardly ever got adult recruits. That you needed to be in a team that fit you.
Which was how you ended up working alongside a man with the coldest eyes you had ever seen.
It was you who found yourself flinching whenever he got too close, not that it was ever his fault for spooking you, nor your fault for reacting. You tried so hard to push him away, to keep things strictly professional, but he never provoked you to do anything other than take your time, and as you did, the pieces that barely kept you together slipped loose all on their own.
It was you, then, against all reason, who began to fall for him anyway, even when you swore off everyone else left in the world. It was just the fact alone that he recognised your pain for what it was, and that meant a lot more than anything else ever did. This wasn’t a person who wanted to hurt you—not like they did back then—in fact, all it ever seemed like was that Levi only ever wanted to help you.
It was you who felt your breath hitch when you realised he quite possibly felt the same way, leaning in for a kiss—which was rare of him to do—only to have you pull back, your shoulders close in on themselves, your hands ball into fists—
“That’s alright,” he murmured, his voice low and soft, nothing but reassurance in his tone.
But it was still you who trembled, it was you who shook, and you who tried to push him away—
“I’m not,” you said too quickly, all breathless and shaky, “I-I’m not— I don’t— I want my firsts to be my own, and this feels like it, but—”
“They’ll be on your own terms, then,” he said decisively, understanding perfectly well, pulling away, allowing you some space.
At that, though, it was still you who felt as if something in you was freed.
You met him with not a kiss, but a hug, holding on with all that you had—
Just about nearly breaking under the weight of how lucky you were to find him in a place that you had gone off to disappear.
And Levi Ackerman, who, on the other hand, finally felt something in him settle, because all of the care he once withheld had finally found somewhere safe to go.
“What are you doing?” Levi mutters tiredly, his words broken slightly by the sleep he had just woken up from.
“Nothing.” You answer back softly and aimlessly as you mindlessly traces his back, with a soft smile, your pointer finger gently smoothing over each back dimple and muscle.
Levi lets out a little sleepy huff as your words, closing his eyes once again as your slow and steady finger movements over his back lull him back to sleep.
He’ll never tell you but these little things you do like tracing the muscles (and dimples, which he doesn’t believe he has) on his back, or playing with fingers under the table or combing your fingers through his hair, are his favorite calming methods.
You existing already just relaxes him, but these little things you do to him just makes his entire body melt and his heart flutter.
Since y'all LOVED my "Levi's internal thoughts" post, here's a part 2 of examples I came up with. Just now. You're welcome. 😁
Levi: Soldier, report to my office before dinner.
You (assuming the worst): Yes Captain. I'll be there.
Levi (internally): What a way to ask someone out. You fucking dick. You're gonna scare them off.
You (recently ranked up): I suppose we're peers now, hm?
Levi: Don't let the title of "Captain" get to your head, brat. You're just responsible for more lives now.
You (midly offended): When have I ever shown any arrogance? I'm well aware of what my rank comes with. And I don't have to be as stiff and ruthless as you. I've proven well enough that my squad can depend on me.
Levi: Tch..You say that now.
Levi (internally): Seriously? No "I can help you bare the burden"? Not even a "I'm worried what the responsibility will do to your mentality"? God, I'm such a fucking prick..
You (dressed up for a formal event): Is it too much? I know Erwin said we can't spare any expense on appealing to the snootier class, but still. I feel like trussing ourselves up for donations is beneath us..
Levi: You look fine.
Levi (Internally): "FINE"!? YOU'RE LUCKY ENOUGH TO BE IN THE SAME ROOM AS THEM RIGHT NOW, AND THE BEST YOU CAN COME UP WITH IS "FINE"!?!?
You (drunk off your ass): I know..*hic*..I know you think I'm stupid..but..God, you're so beautiful, Captain..I'm so in love with you..
Levi: Fuckin- Ugh, c'mon, you're going to bed. Had too much to drink.
Levi (internally): Please remember this in the morning..I wanna know this is real. I wanna hear you say it again..
You (after the rumbling, helping him into bed): It's nice to take care of you, for once.
Levi: Don't push it..I know you're being smug about me being weak now.
You: You aren't weak, Levi. You're the strongest person I know, with or without your powers. And...I'm grateful we still have each other.
Levi (internally, while kissing you): FUCKING FINALLY.
Levi had said this 30 minutes ago. Right now he has you sat on the edge of the couch, as his two fingers curl inside you, squelching and soft gasps bounce off the walls. His eye slides across your features taking note of the way your eyebrows twitch inward slightly every time the tips of his fingers brush over that sweet gummy spot deep inside.
Your legs quiver softly, as he pumps his fingers faster, your eyes are screwed shut and your lips form a soft 'o' shape when you feel that all too familiar warm feeling spread throughout you. Levi picks up on this and starts to brush his fingers over that spot rapidly and calculated.
His pupil dilates, widening as he feels the rush of squirt spray his hand and wrist, his name falling past your plump lips. Your toes curl as your chest heaves, his fingers leaving your core, running up through your folds to stroke over your clit softly, causing you to gasp out and your thighs to twitch. Your fingers wrap around his wrist firmly, pushing him away.
He chuckles lightly, kissing your cheek softly before muttering next to your ear.
