-SUMMARY: Levi having to apologize after being rude to his wife.
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The mission had been brutal.
Everyone in the Survey Corps could feel it the moment they returned behind the walls. Mud still clung to boots, dried blood stiffened cloaks, and the stable air of headquarters carried that heavy silence soldiers wore after barely surviving.
At the center of it all stood Levi Ackerman, more irritable than usual. Which was saying something. He hadn’t slept properly in two nights. Half the squad had come back injured, command was breathing down his neck for reports, and now mountains of paperwork sat on his desk like a personal insult.
And unfortunately for you, you were the one assigned to help him process it.
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The hallway outside Levi’s office was quiet when you arrived. A lantern flickered softly along the stone wall as you balanced a stack of reports in your arms. You had spent hours correcting logistics, casualty lists, supply numbers. Things that should have been simple, yet somehow never were after a chaotic mission. Your knuckles tapped lightly against the door.
“Enter.” His voice was flat.
You stepped inside.
Levi sat behind his desk, sleeves rolled to his elbows, black hair slightly messier than usual. Several pages were scattered across the desk, and his pen scratched across parchment with sharp, irritated movements. He didn’t look up at first.
You set the stack carefully on the corner of his desk.
“I finished the reports you asked for, Captain.”
He finally glanced up. His gray eyes flicked down to the paperwork. Then he started reading. At first, there was only silence. Then his brow twitched.
“…What is this?”
You blinked. “The casualty revisions you wanted”
Levi suddenly slammed the paper down. His chair scraped against the floor as he leaned back, staring at the page like it personally offended him.
“Did you even bother checking this before handing it in?”
Your stomach tightened.
“I did. If there’s an error I can fix—”
“An error?” he repeated dryly. He lifted the page and flicked it in your direction.
“There are three.”
His tone sharpened with every word.
“Numbers misaligned. Wrong squad designation. And this…” he tapped a line with his pen, “…is written like a drunk recruit filled it out.”
You froze. Levi rarely sugarcoated things, but tonight there was a bite to his voice that felt different.
Sharper.
Crueler.
“You’re supposed to be one of the competent ones in my squad,” he continued, rubbing his temple with irritation. “If this is the level of work you’re bringing me, maybe I overestimated you.”
The words hit harder than you expected. Your throat tightened.
“I’ll redo it,” you said quietly.
“Obviously.”
He didn’t look at you when he said it.
“Or would you like me to hold your hand through basic paperwork too?”
Something in your chest cracked. You had faced titans without flinching. You had survived missions that killed half your comrades.
But hearing that from him…
Your voice barely held steady.
“Understood, Captain.”
Levi waved dismissively toward the door “Next time try using the brain I assumed you had.”
You nodded once and turned. You walked out before he could see your face.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The door closed softly behind you. For several seconds you stood there, staring at the stone floor. Your hands trembled. You swallowed hard. But the tears came anyway.
A quiet, frustrated sound slipped from your throat as you covered your mouth. You tried to hold it in. You hated crying, especially over something like this but exhaustion and humiliation finally caught up.
Your shoulders shook.
Inside the office, Levi paused mid-sentence while writing. Then he heard it.
A muffled sob through the door.
His pen stopped. Another quiet sniffle. Levi frowned.
“What the hell?” He stood slowly, staring at the door. But by the time he opened it, the hallway was empty.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The next morning something was different. Levi noticed immediately. You were already on the training field before everyone else arrived.
Blades flashing.
ODM gear snapping through the air.
Again.
And again.
And again.
You didn’t laugh with the others like usual.
Didn’t smile.
Didn’t talk.
Your face was completely blank.
Levi watched from the edge of the field, arms crossed. Normally you were bright. Teasing squadmates, encouraging recruits, that easy warmth that somehow survived despite the constant danger of the Walls. Today there was nothing. Just cold focus.
You pushed yourself harder than anyone else. Faster turns. Sharper landings. Brutal precision. Like you were trying to burn something out of your system.
Levi’s jaw tightened. Just watching you was freaking him out.
“Tch”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The dining hall buzzed with noise. Plates clattered. Soldiers talked loudly. Someone laughed across the room. Levi sat at the head of the table, barely touching his food. His eyes moved around the room.
Once.
Twice.
Then his brow creased.
You weren’t there. That wasn’t normal. You never skipped meals. He set his fork down.
“I’m done.”
Before anyone could question it, he stood and walked out.
Levi stopped outside your door. For several seconds he just stood there. Then he knocked once. Softly. Inside, you were curled on your bed with a book.
Your hair spilled across the pillow and the lantern beside you cast warm light over the room. When you heard the knock you glanced toward the door.
“Come in.”
Levi stepped inside.
Your eyes widened slightly. But instead of greeting him, you turned over on the bed so your back faced him. A very obvious pout. For a moment Levi just stared. Then he let out a quiet chuckle.
“You’re sulking”
You said nothing. Levi walked over and sat at the end of the bed. The mattress dipped slightly under his weight. His hand rested gently on your thigh through the blanket. You stiffened a little but didn’t move away. Levi rubbed the back of his neck.
“About last night.”
Silence.
He exhaled slowly.
“I shouldn’t have said that.”
Another pause. His voice was quieter now.
“I was irritated. Lack of sleep. Command breathing down my neck.” His thumb absentmindedly traced small circles on your leg.
“Doesn’t excuse it.” You sniffed softly. Still not turning around. Levi’s lips twitched.
“Oi.” He leaned forward slightly.
“Look at me.”
“No.” Your voice was small but stubborn.
Levi huffed a faint laugh. “Brat.” He shifted closer. Then more gently this time, his hand slid up slightly on your thigh and squeezed reassuringly.
“Hey.”
You finally glanced back over your shoulder. Your eyes were still a little red. Levi’s expression softened immediately. Damn. He really had made you cry.
“I was out of line,” he said quietly.
“I know you’re competent. That’s why I rely on you.” His hand moved up to brush a strand of hair away from your face.
“And I don’t enjoy seeing you upset.”
You watched him for a moment.
“You were really mean.”
Levi winced. “…Yeah.” Another small pause. Then his voice dropped slightly.
“Sorry, angel.” The nickname slipped out naturally. You’re pout wavered
“You never apologize.”
“Don’t get used to it.”
A tiny laugh escaped you. Levi relaxed slightly.
“Does that mean I’m forgiven?”
You pretended to think about it. “Maybe.”
Levi smirked faintly. Then, without warning, he shifted closer and gently guided you onto your back. Before you could question it, he lowered himself down. His head settled on your stomach. Between your legs. Your hands instinctively moved to his hair.
“Levi?”
He was already closing his eyes. “I’m tired.”His voice was muffled against you. One of his hands absently played with a strand of your hair, twirling it around his fingers.
“Stay still.”
Your fingers slowly started brushing through his soft black hair. Levi let out a quiet breath. For the first time in days, the tension left his shoulders.
“Comfortable?” you asked softly.
“Yeah.”
A pause. Then he muttered sleepily:
“Don’t let it get to your head, angel.”
You smiled down at him.
“…Too late.”
Within minutes, Levi Ackerman was asleep. Still holding your hair. And for the first time since the mission…
Both of you finally rested.
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-I really like this one! I finally conquered writing some levi x reader. And i’m relatively more sober so maybe this oneshot is better then some of my other ones. I haven’t written in a hot minute so I still need to get back in my “groove”
-I have so many characters I wanna write about but if u have any req feel free to dm me!
-Let me know how I did in the comments and don’t forget to like & reblog! 🤍🌸
Imagine realizing he was clingier than you initially thought,
with Levi Ackerman.
levi x gn reader
Genre||Vibe; fluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuffy, love language, soft physical touch, snuggles, cat, i feel warm
Summary; On your first date, you asked Levi what his love language was and he'd answered with something expected—not physical touch. Lately, you can't help but look back at the memory and come to realize how fucking wrong he was.
🗡tags; sfw || modern au || soft levi || early relationship || warm romance || fluff || bed snuggles
🗡word count; 715
🗡a/n; i couldn't help it, i was giggling writing the end bits of this one. i just cannot see Levi as any other animal. can you? if so im curious, TELL ME!
You see, Levi isn't the kind of guy who likes being touchy.
You remembered asking him something you read in an article called conversation-starters-for-the-first-date—on the topic of love languages. You already knew which ones he'd say now, not a surprise, of course back then you didn’t. But even so, you kind of have gotten enough of a vibe during that first date that made you not consider physical touch to be one of the probable options.
Now that you’ve been together for about three months, the memory of it somehow found its way back up from the depths of your temporal lobe and into the front of your mind—made you ponder on it.
The more you think about it, the more it slowly begins to become funny since you realize that you never questioned it either.
Don't get it wrong, he loves you. Too much sometimes. But ever since the very beginning of your little love story, it became harder to recall at least five times he’d held your hand in public and barely ten times at home.
So that kind of made it easy to pick out those small, cute moments, like wrapping his pinky to your pinky.
Even hugging you was a rare emote, or holding you for no fucking reason. It definitely wasn't because he didn't like touching you, god no. Levi once joked about you being the only other thing he liked the feeling of touching. With the sole exception of himself and his dick.
He brushed it off as a joke but you were sure there was some truth to it. Most of it.
Admittedly, you were clingy, so maybe you were just overthinking the lack of grand cuddles and overbearing-reciprocated clinginess. You also don't quite remember a time when you asked him about it along the lines of; "Don't you want to hold my hand?"—or say something like; "You act like I'm dirty with how little you touch me."
Intimately speaking, this—minimal-physical-touch-thing wasn't really a problem because fuck, Levi was good in bed—in you. Every other touch instance beyond that? You can count them with all twenty of your fingers. Yes, including feet fingers.
However...since you have been letting your brain be occupied by these thoughts, you eventually started seeing the minority you didn’t count. Especially that one little thing Levi does with you that your mind often lets slip from your memory.
Cats.
Cats have this thing they do—what was it called?
Ah,
Nuzzling.
When the idea first crossed your mind, best believe you crashed into your bed and smacked your laptop open to confirm something.
“...cat nuzzling...feline...f, e, l, i...” you mumbled as your fingers flew across your keyboard, typing the thought away before you forgot about it.
“AHA!...itisafelinebehaviorwhereacatgentlyrubstheirheadandfaceagainstyou—HAH!” You semi-rapped the definition part out of pure excitement. The aha and hah’s you’d yelled out had Levi poking his head into your room asking if the reaction came from you figuring out how to multiply his detergent stock without spending twice the money.
The way your eyes looked up to him slowly plus the growing grin of your face said otherwise. It made him recoil, “what?” his eyes narrowed, suspicious and well aware that you had that look that said you fucking-found-something-out.
“Nope. Nothing.” You sucked your lips in in an act of hiding the rest of the rise of a cheeky smile, “it’s nothing.” you added quickly, shutting the screen of your laptop with deliberate slowness.
Levi had to stare at you for another good minute, just to see if you’d spill. You didn’t, so he gave up and finally walked in, sinking into the space beside you on your bed, snug against your side.
You really didn’t tell him and you struggled not to giggle while he just now was doing the very thing you were refusing to tell him. Nuzzling his face against the ball of your shoulder, the motion soft, lighting up your heart in the warmest way possible.
At least now you knew that the instances of Levi and physical touch being under the same breathing space exceeded all twenty of your fingers. Now counting the small moments in the past you didn’t include, and the ones that’ll happen in the long future ahead of your relationship.
Walking up to the Scout headquarters, the building loomed larger than you remembered—stone walls worn from time and war, windows half-open to let in the afternoon air. It wasn’t your first time coming here, but it had been a while. Long enough that your chest felt tight with something between nerves and anticipation.
Still, you smoothed it over with a quiet breath and stepped forward.
Inside, the atmosphere shifted immediately.
Voices. Boots against the floor. The faint clatter of dishes somewhere deeper in the building.
Soldiers.
Your eyes flickered around, taking it all in before settling on the first person who noticed you—a scout, maybe around your age, standing near the entrance. He blinked, clearly caught off guard.
“…uh—can I help you?”
You offered a small, polite smile.
“Hi. I’m looking for Captain Levi.”
That did it.
The scout’s posture stiffened almost instantly.
“…Captain Levi?” he repeated, like he wasn’t entirely sure he heard you right.
“Yes.”
There was a pause.
A long one.
He glanced over your shoulder like he expected someone else to be there—another soldier, maybe, or some kind of explanation for why a civilian-looking girl was casually asking for humanity’s strongest soldier like this was a normal thing.
When he looked back at you, his expression had shifted into something… cautious.
“…do you have business with him?”
You almost laughed at that.
“Yeah. I’m just here to see him.”
That didn’t help.
If anything, it made him more uneasy.
He rubbed the back of his neck, lowering his voice slightly like he didn’t want anyone else overhearing.
“…look, I don’t know what you’ve heard, but Captain Levi isn’t exactly… approachable.”
You tilted your head, still smiling—soft, patient.
“I know.”
“…he’s not really the type to entertain visitors.”
“I know that too.”
He hesitated again, clearly struggling between protocol and whatever instinct was telling him this was a bad idea.
“…he might not react well.”
That almost made you smile wider.
You shook your head gently.
“It’s okay. I’ll take that risk.”
There was something about the way you said it—calm, assured—that made him pause.
Like you weren’t guessing.
Like you already knew.
“…right,” he muttered, clearly unconvinced but too unsure to argue further. “Just—wait here.”
“Thank you.”
He walked off, glancing back at you once like he expected you to disappear or change your mind.
You didn’t.
You just stood there quietly, hands folded loosely in front of you, taking in the space.
It didn’t take long.
Because whispers started almost immediately.
“Who is that?”
“I don’t know—she asked for Captain Levi.”
“She what?”
You tried not to look, but your eyes flickered just slightly toward the source of the voices.
A group—familiar faces you’d seen before, even if you didn’t know them personally.
A boy with messy brown hair—Eren, if you remembered correctly—leaning forward like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
Next to him, Connie looked halfway between amused and confused.
“Why would anyone willingly go looking for him?”
“Maybe she doesn’t know,” Connie added, snorting slightly.
Sasha, chewing on something as always, tilted her head.
“She doesn’t look scared.”
“That’s the weird part,” Eren muttered.
Armin, quieter than the others, studied you more carefully.
“…I think she does know,” he said softly. “She just doesn’t seem bothered.”
That earned him a few glances.
Meanwhile, across the room—
“…this is interesting.”
Hange’s voice, unmistakable.
You didn’t look, but you could feel their attention shift onto you like a spotlight.
“A civilian? Asking for Levi? Oh, I have to see this—”
“Don’t,” someone muttered—Jean, probably. “You’ll scare her off before Levi even gets here.”
Hange hummed, clearly not convinced.
“Or maybe I’ll learn something.”
The energy in the room shifted again.
Subtly.
Like something had entered that commanded attention without needing to raise its voice.
You didn’t need to turn to know. But you did anyway.
Levi stepped into the room with that same sharp presence—eyes already narrowed, expression unreadable, like he was annoyed before he even knew why.
“…what’s all this noise?”
His voice cut clean through the murmurs.
Instant silence.
The scout who had gone to get him stepped forward quickly.
“Sir—there’s someone here asking for you.”
Levi’s gaze shifted.
It landed on you.
And for just a second—
Just a second— something in his expression changed.
Not dramatically. Not enough for anyone else to notice. But you saw it.
The faintest softening around his eyes.
“…tch.”
He clicked his tongue, like the entire situation was mildly irritating—but he was already walking toward you.
Behind him, the room held its breath.
You didn’t move.
Didn’t speak.
Just watched him approach like this was the most normal thing in the world.
When he stopped in front of you, there was a beat of silence.
“…you’re early.”
Your lips curved slightly. “You’re not.”
A pause.
Then—
“…you came all this way for lunch?”
“Is that a problem?”
“…no.”
Simple. Direct. Like always.
But the fact that he didn’t dismiss you—didn’t question you further—didn’t send you away—
That alone was enough to send a ripple through the room behind him.
Levi glanced back once, irritation flickering again.
“…stop staring and get back to work.”
No one moved.
“…now.”
That did it, again.
Everyone scrambled—except they weren’t really working.
They were watching.
Still watching.
Levi didn’t care.
He turned back to you, already walking past you like he expected you to follow.
“Come on.”
You did.
He led you to a quieter part of the building—a far corner near a window, away from most of the noise.
A small table. Two chairs. Simple. Private.
Or as private as it could get here.
You sat across from him, setting down the small bag you’d brought.
“You still don’t have decent food here?” you asked lightly.
“…it’s edible.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
A faint exhale left him—something almost like a sigh.
“…you didn’t need to bring anything.”
“I wanted to.”
You opened the bag, pulling out containers carefully.
Real food. Warm.
Something that didn’t look like it had been rationed or thrown together in a hurry.
Levi’s gaze lingered on it for a second longer than usual.
“…you carried all this?”
“It’s not that heavy.”
“…still unnecessary.”
But he didn’t stop you.
Didn’t push it away.
You handed him a portion, and he took it without another word. For a moment, it was quiet. Just the soft sounds of eating. The light coming in through the window. Normal. Strangely normal.
“…you look tired,” you said after a bit, watching him.
“…I’m not.”
“Levi.”
“…what.”
“That wasn’t a question.”
A pause.
He didn’t answer.
But he didn’t deny it again either.
You leaned back slightly, studying him.
“…have you been sleeping?”
“…enough.”
“Which means no.”
“…you talk too much.”
You smiled softly.
“And you don’t talk enough. It balances out.”
He huffed quietly, but there was no bite to it.
Not with you.
Not like this.
From across the room—
“They’re just… eating,” Connie whispered.
“…yeah,” Eren muttered, frowning. “Why is that weird?”
“Because it’s him,” Jean shot back. “He doesn’t sit like that with anyone.”
Sasha leaned forward.
“She brought food.”
“…she brought him food?” Eren repeated.
Armin’s eyes narrowed slightly.
“…and he’s eating it without complaining.”
That made them all pause. Because that— that was strange.
“…so,” you said, glancing around briefly. “you didn’t warn them about me.”
“…no.”
“Why not?”
“…wasn’t necessary.”
You laughed softly under your breath.
“Seems like it would’ve saved a lot of confusion.”
“…not my problem.”
“Mm.”
You didn’t push it.
Didn’t need to.
Because you could feel it—the way his attention stayed on you, steady, unhurried.
Like for once, he wasn’t splitting it between a hundred responsibilities.
Just you.
And then—
“Well, well.”
You didn’t even need to look.
Hange.
Of course.
They dropped into the empty seat beside you like they’d been waiting for an invitation.
“Hi,” they said brightly, eyes already scanning you like you were something fascinating.
“…Hange,” Levi’s tone dropped instantly.
“What? I’m just saying hello.”
“You’re being intrusive.”
“I’m being curious,” they corrected, grinning. “Which is my job.”
Their attention snapped back to you.
“So—who are you?”
You blinked, slightly caught off guard but not uncomfortable.
“I’m—”
“None of your business,” Levi cut in flatly.
Hange ignored him completely.
“How do you know him?”
“…we’ve known each other for a while,” you answered carefully.
“A while?” Hange leaned in. “Define a while.”
“…long enough.”
That only seemed to intrigue them more.
“Interesting. And you’re not a soldier.”
“No.”
“And yet you walked in here and asked for him like it was nothing.”
“…should I not have?”
Hange laughed.
“Oh, no, no—I love it. I just didn’t think anyone could.”
He would have you propped up on the bed, legs on either side of his head, his tongue soothing the delicious burn of your need.
At first, he would tease you over the thin fabric of your panties until he’d bunch them up, dragging them back and forth all over your cunt. He would be so enamoured by you, he’d probably be able to get off just by pleasuring you.
It would be so sensual, too-his jaw moving with his tongue, drawing languid and big circles over not just your clit, but your entire pussy, slowly, fingers digging into the skin of your thighs. His hands would be gentle, caressing and moving your legs into the positions most comfortable for you.
He would leisurely make you go hazy with arousal, and I stand by that.
I picture him spreading your folds gently with his fingers, disconnecting himself from your sex. A thin string of saliva glistens brightly, linking him to your pussy. His face is obscured by the dim atmosphere in the room, and he has a lustful expression on his face as he pulls back to examine you.
You look totally fucked out, lost in the feeling of his hands and tongue running over your sensitive skin. You whimper as a beady string of spit lands on your clit. He thumbs over your entrance, and you clench down hard on him. He groans.
It is a constant cycle of giving you more than you can handle, and not enough at the same time. Levi knows that. And yet, he doesn’t want to give you his all for now. You’re deserving of it, but he believes in the ability to wait.
And so Levi knows that he’s got you right where he wants you. He gently traces his nose against your inner thighs, pressing a single kiss to the area right below your throbbing clit. He’s teasing you constantly, and you hiss loudly. The only sounds in the room are your panting, and the obscene sounds of him licking you all over. Your legs tremble uncontrollably.
Though he would never admit it, he’s smitten by you, and he would give you the world if you asked him for it- especially in moments like these, when he knows you have such a tight hold on him. At the end of a long, hard day Levi would ruin you just for his own satisfaction.
So he pinches your clit between his pointer finger and thumb, and rubs them in circles over and over again. The air hangs heavy with the smell of sex and musk.
His lips part as he admires you from below, grey eyes glazed over and focused on your wetness.
Your toes crack and curl. You wheeze loudly. He coos.
“Levi!”- you moan, grabbing fistfuls of his raven hair, gaze boring right through you. Your hips inevitably raise under the devastating pressure, and you think he might let you tip over the edge, when all of a sudden…
Nothing. All his ministrations stop.
You’re confused for a second before his hand comes down forcefully on your cunt, slapping your clit.
Your legs jolt, and you gasp. Levi is quick to shush you.
“Does this feel good?”
You mewl. He hums as his entire palm massages your cunt, rich baritone filling your ears.
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!
you lay on your stomach, board underneath you, as you paddle out to the deep ocean. the surface reflects the stars in the sky, you cup one in your hands as you push further. your steady breaths stand out in the sharp silence.
"we're almost there, baby," you call out. levi waves his hand in return.
then, you finally reach the spot. you've been searching the past few weeks for the best place on the bay to watch the summer fireworks. you steady yourself, then slowly spin the board around. the city's horizon meets you in a beautiful thin line of light. it all looks so small from here.
levi stops beside you, "this is perfect."
you simply nod in your awestruck state. you normally don't go out at night, so you've never seen this before. and it's about to get so much better. you slide your legs up the board and slowly sink them into the water, pushing your body up straight.
the ocean pushes steady waves toward you, slowly bobbing you like a cradle. the waters movement takes you in and you find yourself lost in the ever changing ripples. in the reflection of the water, you see something shooting up to the sky. suddenly the oceans surface is full of color, you crane your head up right as the deafening pop cascades across the bay.
sparks of light fly across the sky in vivid colors. the crackle and simmer down, all hazily mirrored on the surface of the water.
levi takes your hand, pulling your board closer. his touch softly rises up your arm as he inches towards you. when you meet him halfway, he embraces you with a soft kiss. fireworks pop all around in a magical shower of light. colors cascade against your skin and his touch. amidst the cool and breezy night, he keeps you warm.
now i wanna do this... i hope this doesnt flop like all of my other levi works </3 ( event. )
✰ summary: Levi misses you, and you're currently away when he stumbles upon some videos of you two in your shared drive.
✰ contents: Nsfw, oral sex (both receiving), sex tapes, unprotected sex, masturbation, creampies, slut calling, levi sending a nude
✰ word count: 1k
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Levi sat in his home office, trying to focus on work, but he just couldn't. He couldn't stop thinking about you, he already missed you terribly. It had been a week since you had gone abroad to bond with your family, and you would be staying there for a whole month. The time difference made it worse, when it was morning there, Levi was already asleep, and when it was night there, he was buried in work.
He checked the time and sighed heavily, longing to call you. But he knew you were surely sleeping, and he didn't want to disturb your rest, so he just browsed through the pictures of you two in your shared drive, each one stirring fresh memories.
Then, as he clicked the next arrow, a video popped up, and he frowned. "What is this?"
He played it and froze in shock, watching a video of you teasing the thick head of his cock with your tongue, your eyes locked seductively on the camera while his own ragged moans echoed from the speakers.
"Can't believe she uploaded this to the drive," he murmured to himself, already feeling himself harden from the sight alone.
"Fuck, just like that," he heard himself groan on the video as you licked the slit, then slowly took his tip into your mouth. You took more of him inch by inch, and soon he began bucking his hips desperately against your lips.
Levi felt himself getting wet from his precum and knew he needed release, so he briefly stood up to tug his pants down, freeing his aching, throbbing cock full of need.
When the two of you had sex, you sometimes shot videos, and of course, Levi had rejected the idea at first. But you were so stubborn that he finally agreed, and now, with you away, he couldn't believe how thankful he was for these sex tapes keeping him company.
He played the next video, Levi between your legs, licking your wet cunt while you held the camera, your breath ragged with need.
"More, Levi," you moaned desperately from the screen.
Levi started pumping his cock while watching himself slide two fingers inside you on the video, thrusting them in and out as he licked and sucked your swollen clit.
"Good boy. Just like that, baby."
"Oh fuck, I miss you so fucking much." Just hearing you call him a good boy made his tip leak even more precum, his hand pumping faster. The wet slap of skin against skin echoed through the room.
In the third video, Levi held the camera while you lay underneath him, your full breasts bouncing wildly as he fucked you deep.
"You like taking my cock?" he growled from the screen.
"Oh yes, I love it! Please, Levi, harder!"
"Such a slut for me."
The video zoomed in on your joined bodies, him pulling his cock out to the tip before slamming back in deeper, making you both moan in raw pleasure.
Levi missed this, you moaning and begging him to fuck you harder beneath him. He felt so feverishly hot that he stripped off all his clothes and continued his jerk-off session with renewed urgency.
In the next video, the camera sat on the floor with an upward view, capturing you gripping the edge of the kitchen counter, both of you fully naked, as Levi thrust his thick cock in and out of you, making your tits bounce wildly with every powerful stroke.
Each deep thrust made his heavy balls slap against your swollen clit, drawing loud, shuddering moans from you as you squirted in ecstasy, gasping, "So good, Levi," your legs trembling uncontrollably from the overwhelming pleasure.
"Fuck, I love you so much. I'm cumming, baby, take all of it." With one final, deep thrust, Levi came inside you, filling you up with his hot seed. After riding out his high, he pulled out, letting his cum drip slowly from your pussy.
Watching that, Levi felt his orgasm building faster. His breath hitched as he played the next video.
He stood there lifting you up effortlessly, your legs straddling his waist as he moved you up and down on his hard length with powerful control, like you weighed nothing.
"What did you say earlier, huh? That I can't lift you up like the guy in the movie we watched?"
"Ngh, I take it back. Let me down, please."
"Shut it. I'm going to fuck you like this until I'm done with you." He squeezed your ass hard, then slammed you down onto his cock, making you cry out in pleasure as it reached the deepest part inside you.
This was the day Levi was so pissed off because of you that he fucked you for three rounds while standing, without taking a break, just filling your pussy over and over, and after that, you never teased him again.
"Shit, I'm close." Levi played the last video as his other hand moved to his balls, massaging them while he fucked his fist desperately.
The video, shot in the living room, showed you sprawled on the dining table, legs hooked over his shoulders, folding you in half as he thrust deep in and out with raw intensity.
"You feel so good, baby. Fill me up before I leave tomorrow."
"I will. Oh shit-I'm coming."
"I'm coming too!"
Your walls clenched tight around his cock as he buried himself deep, hot spurts of seed filling you completely.
Levi came hard too, ropes of sticky cum splattering across his stomach. Good thing he had stripped off his top earlier.
After coming down from his high, his phone buzzed. He quickly grabbed it and saw your message: "I can't sleep, baby. What are you doing right now?"
Levi opened the camera, snapped a quick picture of himself fully naked, his softening cock resting on his abs, cum still glistening on his skin, and sent it with his reply: "Just jerked off to our sex tapes. Came a lot. I miss you."
“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.
