No longer able to handle your feelings for your Captain, you request for a transfer. Levi confronts you about it.
FANDOM: Attack on Titan
CONTENT: 18+ - MDNI · Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Confessions, Reader is a simp, but so is Levi, Dry Humping, making good use of Levi's meaty thigh lol
WORDS: 2.3k
That day, you hear his boots before you see him. Levi barges in your bedroom, and you know your secret's bust.
"Captain," you stutter at once, looking up at him. He's still in ODM gear, sleeves rolled up to reveal vein-traced forearms. "What are you... why're you here—?"
"You know damn well why."
You don't look at him after that—find that you couldn't, even if you wanted to. All you can do is stare at his leather boots, how spotless they seem under the amber light of your bedroom.
He moves closer.
You retreat until your back hits your desk.
"Um, Captain," you mumble, "maybe… maybe we should—"
"—maybe you should look at me."
Your breath stalls, caught somewhere between chest and throat, like moths beating wildly against your ribcage, desperate for a source of light.
Slowly, you do as he says.
And when you meet his eyes, you know.
He knows. Levi knows.
Shit.
You’d hoped your transfer request might slip through unnoticed. That, with the chaos of upcoming leave and officers headed to Mitras for winter, your Captain would miss it—that you’d have time to prepare yourself for this.
But here he is, less than an hour later, standing in your room, eyes like sharpened steel.
Already, Levi slams the door using the swing of his foot.
The click of the handle feels like a sentence passed on its own.
"Tell me," he prowls, low and dark, "why did Erwin just tell me a soldier from my squad wants to be transferred?"
Your stomach lurches with shock. You don't remember the last time you heard him this pissed. "I don’t… know."
"Try that again."
You swallow hard. Under the veneer of Levi's anger, there is little room for lies. And yet, lie you must.
"I was slowing the squad down, Sir. I don’t think I’m good enough anymore, so I decided to take myself out of the squad to make way for better talent."
"Bullshit."
Levi emphasizes every syllable of that word, like he was dragging it out by hand. He steps closer, and soap and leather hit your senses all at once. A shudder wracks down your spine, a mixture of fear and... desire that feels wrong to decipher right now.
"It’s not an excuse, Captain," you try again, voice smaller now. "I…"
"Where did you fish out those words, a pigpen? You and I both know that’s an excuse, and a shitty one at that. You’ve been outclassing most of the regiment."
You do know it—you pride yourself on being a good Scout—but transferring to Miche’s squad is the right choice. It won’t derail the trajectory of your career and you’ll finally find peace away from your Captain.
Far, far, far away.
"I’m sorry, Sir," is all you manage.
"You went behind my back," he spits.
"I… I know that, but I…"
"Look at me."
And once again, you don't find the willpower to disobey your Captain.
The sight that awaits you makes your heart wrench.
Levi is closer now—too close—so much so that the weight of his gaze alone feels like it could strip you down to the bone. He seems to be using this intensity to gauge you, trying to read what hides behind this front you’ve put up.
Don’t look, you wish to say. You will not like what you see.
"Why're you running?" he asks, voice more chastened. "Is my leadership not meeting your expectations?"
"N-no, Sir." Your throat goes dry. You wish you could vanish on the spot. "That’s not… of course not."
And despite everything, all the ways your blood burns under his gaze, you find yourself needing to make that much clear.
"I promise, alright? It’s not you," you plead. "It’s… just, well, complicated. I can’t explain it."
"Try."
You close your eyes, unable to bear looking at him, to make sense of your pounding heart. Oh, hell. You wish your Captain hadn’t confronted you in your bedroom of all places—talking about this in the place where you’ve touched yourself thinking of him feels all too… vulnerable. Too intimate.
But how can you convey any of it to him? How can you say that what begun as an innocent crush on him, watching him fly the way he did with his ODM gear—you, wanting to know what it would be like to be admired by someone like him—quickly grew into so much tension that there's days where you can't think straight?
"I just... I can’t do this anymore, a-alright?" you stammer. "Please don’t make me say it."
Your voice cracks. You curse yourself.
"You know why," you whisper hoarsely. "You must know why. I think I’ve made a fool of myself enough times to make it obvious, so please, approve my transfer. Let me go. It’s the right thing to do."
Before you can say anything else more foolish, you turn away. You focus on the window, crusted with snow outside, on your discarded transfer drafts on your desk, on the cobwebs in the corner of your bedroom. Anything but the man behind you.
For a long, unbearable stretch, silence reigns supreme. No movement, no words. Only your beating heart and nausea churning deep in your belly.
You start to believe Levi's left. Hope for it, even.
But then his voice—soft, controlled—changes everything.
"And did you ever consider," he says, "that it goes both ways?"
Your breath falters.
Slowly, you turn towards him. The look of bewilderment on your face is hard to miss.
Levi doesn’t repeat himself, but the look in his eyes is answer enough to your questioning gaze.
"What?" you stammer. "You…. you mean it?"
The Captain steps closer, his shadow folding into yours. The light catches on the curve of his jaw, the sheen of his cravat. One of his hands lifts and he brushes a loose thread from the sleeve of your coat. Your breath constricts. The touch is so small it feels almost imagined, yet your skin prickles in its aftermath all the same.
"Have I ever said anything I didn’t mean?" he asks.
You shake your head. No, you suppose you have not. Levi is many things, but a man who spins the meaning of his words... he is not.
The room feels smaller with that truth, somehow. You can hear the rasp of your own breath, the faint creak of floorboards beneath his boots. His hand still lingers near your arm, not quite touching anymore, but close enough to make you aware of his presence.
It feels like standing on the edge of something you’ve been circling for months.
Unbearable.
You're the first to move. You take his hand into your own, your thumb grazing the center of his palm. The calluses there are roughened with scars and by wear. Humanity's Strongest's, and against your own, the gentlest of things.
It might by why you decide to guide his hand to your cheek and close your eyes. To lay down your feelings and show him a reverence you wouldn't have expected from yourself.
You listen as Levi’s breath catches.
When you open your eyes gain, you find that his lashes are trembling, his mouth parted slightly at the sight of you. You don’t know who leans in first—maybe you, maybe him—but the distance between you suddenly disappears.
And then, your lips meet.
At first, it’s barely there. A brush, a question. A discovery that he tastes like black tea and something faintly metallic, the scent of ODM gear still clinging to him. His hand rises, hesitant, to the back of your neck, thumb resting at the base of your skull as if he’s afraid you’ll vanish.
The tenderness is worse than any command he could've given you.
Because there is none of the hardness that you've come to expect from your Captain, none of the urgency that comes from the life of a soldier.
Your breath catches at that realization; your pulse climbs. Your lips answer him then, mouth parting just enough to ask for more, and Levi meets it. Heat, so much heat. All the tension from the last months, contained in this very moment. Your fingers thread against the fabric of his coat, feel the solid heat beneath his shirt, the thud of his heart syncing with yours. Levi's thumbs slot along your ribcage, finding a home along every dip.
It is like this that you feel the restraint leave Levi's shoulders on its own, lets your own dissolve with it. The kiss changes without either of you meaning it to—slow to certain, certain to hungry.
A low groan stutters out of Levi as he feels this too, making your knees weak. His hands skim your waist, pinning you against him.
More, his actions tell you. You arch your back, responding in kind. More.
By the time your back meets the wall, you don’t remember who pushed first.
All you know is that Levi’s hands have somehow ended up on your ass, that his body is leaning into you with a desperation you wouldn't have expected from him. He squeezes, one knee parting your trembling legs, and—oh. You whine, desire blooming on your tongue, heat rushing down to your core.
You're not alone.
Levi's desire, manifested by the hardened bulge in his pants, has made its presence known.
It makes your head swim.
"Captain…"
Levi stills, breath hot caught on your neck.
"Need," your voice trembles, "I need—"
"What?"
You don’t trust your voice, so you decide to show him.
You shift until your thigh slides against his and you can feel the strength there, the tension coiled in him. You angle your hips ever closer, using his thigh like it was your personal sex pillow, holding onto him for dear life.
"Fuck." Levi freezes, a shudder running through him. "What're you—"
You chuckle meekly as you grind against him. He sucks in a harsh inhale, fingers growing tense, but his hands soon settle at your hips, anchoring you. He helps you find the rhythm, the kind of movement that feels like a question neither of you wants to answer aloud.
You bite back a sound as his thigh presses up again, solid heat through layers of cloth.
"Like that?" Levi grunts.
He's watching you, eyes darker than you’ve ever seen them.
You nod, biting back a whimper.
All at once, Levi's mouth descends on your neck. He lets out a satisfied groan as he runs his hands all over you, greedily discovering every curve of you, every bend. You mewl in response, feeling the friction of his knee against your cunt, the way the length of him presses against your hip.
"Shit," he mutters in between nibbling bites. His thumb skims your lower lip. "You're so—fucking perfect."
And who are you to contest those words? You feel drunk on them, only heightening the pleasure you're currently chasing between your legs.
It all becomes a blur. Levi moves with you, small controlled motions that still feel like losing control. The sound of fabric, the rasp of breath, his quiet curse—all of it winds tighter until you forget where you end and he begins.
"Captain, a-ah... yes. Right. There."
Levi's breath trembles against the shell of your ear, murmuring a panting "Close?" only to drive back into motion when you moan—each of his thrust deliberate, wicked, punishing—making you cry out and claw at his back. He speeds up, heavenly friction on your cunt, the air between you taut with heat.
"F-fuck. Fuck. Fuck," you mutter as you feel your orgasm build. "Levi—"
"Look at me when you come," he says—pleads, it seems.
And you do, white-hot, sagging into pure bliss, your vision blurring as he continues his movements, guiding your hips against his cock and pushing him over the edge as he lets out a loud groan.
It might be the most blissful thing you've heard in a long while.
When all is said and done and the tremors finally fade, you’re both still, forehead to forehead, breathing the same thin air that still feels too hot.
Levi is the first to pull back. He looks at you like he’s searching for words he’s never used before, then lets them die unspoken.
"Tch, we've made a real mess of ourselves," he says instead, glancing down at his stained paints.
Disgust etches on his fine features.
You crack a smile. "So we have."
"Don't look too pleased with yourself."
"Sorry, Sir, but I am a little pleased with myself." You hum. "Should I fetch you a clean uniform?"
"I'm not a child, soldier. I can manage on my own."
"Still... it's my fault, isn't it?"
"Yes."
Neither of you say much else as you gather yourselves and agree to meet back in a few minutes here.
As you wait for him, you look around your bedroom, replaying the memories in your head, over and over again. You shiver. Levi has claimed a space in your bedroom like he belonged there all along, and you're sure he will now haunt this space. His silver stare. Dark eyelashes. Porcelain skin. So much of Levi's beauty is now contained to this space, and a need to have him all over again overtakes you.
Levi, however, will have none of that.
No sooner does he step back in with a clean change of clothes does he beckon you outside with a nod, a militant energy to his movements.
"What now?" you ask, catching up to him.
Levi doesn’t answer right away as you walk side by side down the corridor of the Survey Corps HQ. When he does, it is with a pause in his steps, followed by a sharp gaze and him taking a step towards you until your back hits the wall again.
"Now," he drawls, "now, we go deal with that transfer request of yours."
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theme : levi's favorite sex position
warnings : +18, smut, p!v, m/f orgasm
levi wanted to keep you close.
it was as clear as a day how afraid levi was of losing you. he had lost basically every single person in his life who had been important to him, and now when you were the one he was dedicated to protect and love, he was obsessed of keeping you close to him, no matter where you were or what you were doing.
even if you were often annoyed by the way he didn’t let you out of his sight, there was also positive sides to his antics. the sex.
when you two shared heated nights in the shadows of the hq in your shared bed, he kept you close to him. when he was on top of you, levi held your body with his strong arms, his muscular biceps easily keeping you close to his sweaty skin while in missionary. if levi took you from behind – he always preferred proneboning you. the way your face sunk into the soft fabric of the mattress and the way he was able to keep himself firmly on top of you while thrusting deep inside of you, was nearly addictive for him. he whispered sweet nothings in your ear and kissed your neck while you whimpered against the pillow, and occasionally, he tilted your head back by a strong yank on your damp hair so he was able to hear those sweet moans of yours better.
levi was rough and intense – but in the sweetest way possible.
however, no matter how much comfort pronebone brought to him, there was one position that was above anything else for him. the lotus.
there was many reasons why levi loved the lotus position so much.
first of all, he had always thought that reading people’s facial expressions was the easiest way to tell if someone was angry, happy, sad, lying, what ever. meaning that in this position, he was always able to tell and observe closely how you were feeling. since your faces were so close – almost too close – he always noticed whenever you were overstimulated, tired or just lost in the pleasure he was giving you. your hazed eyes, parted lips, blushed cheeks and the frown between your eyebrows all told him exactly the things he needed to know.
second of all, levi loved the safe feeling you offered him in this position. your perfect, soft legs wrapped around his waist and your beautiful arms around his neck. he felt like he was being held by a goddess herself, as if something ethereal was enveloping him in a blanket of peace. he relished in the way he was allowed to pull you against his chest with his arms wrapped around your bare back or hold you a little further away for a better angle. it was a dance between yours and levi’s body – both of you moving in a rhythm which allowed intense pleasure and satisfaction for you and him.
levi relished in the way your skin felt so hot under his lips as he pressed kisses on your neck ad chest, gently sucking on the softness of your breasts which bounced in his face. he loved to grab you by the hair and pull you close, where your lips found his neck for a change and the sweet moans and whines managed to echo in his ear and make his whole body shiver.
third of all, you cumming in this position was probably levi’s favorite thing ever. he had his arms wrapped around your lower back as you fucked yourself on his cock after levi gave you the permission to make yourself cum on him. his one arm pulled back and started to rub circles on your oversensitive nub of pleasure, releasing louder, more desperate moans from your pretty lips. he held you close with one arm only with no struggle, his hazed and glistened eyes staring your face intently with lust and desperation.
”cum, love, i’ll hold you, cum” he rasped, somehow managing to sound commanding even with his voice absolutely breathless and almost pleading. you held him by the shoulders tighter and rolled your hips with his cock twitching against the sweet sensitive spot inside of you, his thumb on your clit making your pussy clench and hips shiver.
sweat fell down your neck and over your breasts as you threw your head back, moaning his name.
however, you felt a loss of touch on your nub and suddenly felt a tight grip on your hair as he forced your eyes back on his flushed face, that lewd and lustful look on his face making you whimper.
”look at me while you cum” he hissed through gritted teeth, his jaw clenching and eyebrows furrowing desperately in a sign he was about to cum too. levi began to move his hips against yours faster, pumping his cock inside of your pussy as he suddenly grabbed you by the ass with both of his hands. he grasped your flesh there and somehow managed to stay in a sitting position, his chest and abs tightening as they worked.
”l-levi, fuck, you’re so good…” you whined and a single tear fell down your cheek as the overwhelming sensation of pure pleasure finally washed through you. levi absolutely loved the way he was able to hold your body so close to him while you trembled and absolutely got wrecked on top of him, you still being so damn submissive and vulnerable even if he was under you for now.
levi looked how your eyelashes fluttered and how the arch of desperation and need deepened between your eyebrows as you cummed all over his twitching cock, white juices coating his thighs and the lower part of his shaft.
levi soon followed, with his arms wrapping around you again as white ropes of warm cum spilled all over your walls with one, deep thrust. your pussy was still clenching and reacting to the sensation of his pulsing cock, as if it wanted to suck levi dry and not leave a single drop inside of his balls.
and fourth of all, he loved the lotus, because it was so easy for him from that position to just fall on his back and pull you with him under the covers and hold you close for as long as you wanted.
he knows what you're feeling. he can see the tiredness in your eyes. the way your beautiful smile is in a pouted, muted scowl. the way you're so distant, yet so close. he knows what you need.
"you gonna keep pouting? or are you gonna come here." Levi says, more like a statement.
you glanced up at him, his face had just before been digged into his paperwork, but now it was relaxed on your expression, leaning back in his chair. his arms were crossed, his legs manspreading, as he slouched slightly in his chair, his gaze focused on you.
you took a moment to look at him, his whole attention on you now. you sighed gently, sitting up from the couch in his office, and making your way towards where he was sat.
Levi sipped a bit of his tea, his cup still up to his lips as he gently wrapped his arm around your standing waist, pulling you into him, setting down his cup with a soft sigh.
"what's the matter with you," he said, almost gently in his usual authoritative tone.
your head was resting on his chest, your legs propped up on his widely stretched and relaxed lap.
"I don't want you go." you whispered, almost grasping for air.
a quick silence filled the room, his hand gently grazing the side of your hip.
"I know." he replied. "we've been over this-"
"no." you cut him off, desperation in your voice. "I really.. don't want you to go.."
you turned your head, facing the crook of his neck.
"you can't go.." your hand softly grasped his cheek. "you can't leave me behind," he gently looked down at you, your eyes meeting his own.
"darling." he quoted softly, that hint of authority in the back of his throat. his hand came up to your wrist, softly grabbing it.
"please.."
your pleading eyes made him softly melt into your touch, a soft sigh of irritation huffed out of him.
"you know I can't."
"but I need you."
"and so does my duty.. my squad, y/n. my soldiers.''
"what if i lose you..?" you gently breathed out, the thought of it jurastic enough to send a ache of pain ring through your heart.
he gently brought your hand up to his lips, kissing your knuckles softy, his eyes fluttering back up to you.
"i'll do everything in my power to come back to you.."
"what if their's is stronger..?" you admitted your fears.
"i will do, everything, in my power, to come home to you." levi stated, his tone assertive, as he gently caressed the side of your cheek.
you looked down, your expression troubled as he placed a gentle kiss on the top of your forehead. you felt his chest fall and rise with every breath he breathed.
"it'll be alright, sweetheart."
his calming voice almost made your heart skip a beat, the love in his tone, almost like a gust of gentle wind through the crisp air of the morning. his comfort made you want to cry, made you want to hold on to him and never let him go.
you couldn't let go. you couldn't let him go.
''..stay with me, until you leave." you gently whispered, your voice cracked ever so slightly as he placed a kiss to your head.
"always my sweet girl, I'll always be with you."
the night before declaration of war, the liberio raid. 854
Levi is used to being the one who looks out for others, so it always catches him off guard when you’re the protective one. He pretends he doesn’t need it, but the truth is he quietly appreciates the way you step in when people try to push him around or underestimate him. If someone makes a comment about his height or tries to undermine his authority, Levi will usually just glare and move on, but you never let it slide. You’ll shut it down immediately, standing your ground without hesitation, and though he acts indifferent, he can’t hide the faint twitch of pride in his expression.
When it comes to his health, you refuse to let him overwork himself. Levi is the type to push through exhaustion and injuries, brushing them off with a flat “I’ve had worse,” but you never buy it. If he tries to pick up more than he should, you’ll take things right out of his hands, firmly telling him he’s done for the day. He’ll grumble about you being overbearing, but deep down, he’s thankful someone cares enough to stop him when he won’t stop himself.
Even in small ways, your protectiveness shows. You have a habit of subtly stepping ahead of him when entering unfamiliar places, ready to shield him if needed. Levi notices, though he never says anything. Instead, his pinky will brush against yours, a silent acknowledgment of the comfort it gives him. He might not put it into words, but he leans into the feeling of safety you give him, just as much as you lean into his.
Levi doesn’t like unnecessary attention, but you’ve made it clear you’ll take on the spotlight if it keeps him from being cornered. In social settings, when people crowd him with too many questions or push past his boundaries, you’re the one who smoothly cuts in, redirecting the conversation or giving him the excuse he needs to slip away. He pretends you’re being dramatic, but the truth is that it eases the tightness in his chest knowing you’ll step in before things get overwhelming.
When he’s injured, your protectiveness shines the most. Levi tries to brush off cuts and bruises, muttering that he’s fine, but you hover until every wound is cleaned and every bandage is set right. He complains about you fussing over him, but the way he goes still and lets you work gives him away. More than once, you’ve caught him watching you in quiet relief, like he can finally let his guard down because you’ve picked up the pieces he won’t admit are too heavy.
And though he’s quick to scoff at the idea of being “protected,” Levi trusts you to do it in ways that don’t bruise his pride. You never make a scene about it, you just slip yourself between him and whatever threatens to wear him down, whether that’s a battlefield, a heated argument, or a relentless workload. He won’t admit it out loud, but it makes him feel something he hasn’t felt in a long time: safe, not because of his own strength, but because someone else cares enough to fight for him.
🖤 Clumsy Levi Ackerman — When He Realizes He Likes You
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Levi headcanons From Poll Results! Enjoy!
1. He keeps misjudging distances around you.
Levi, who’s precise down to millimeters, somehow bumps your shoulder every time you pass. Brushes your hand when taking a file. Steps too close. Brushes his knee against yours when you sit close. He always pretends it’s your fault. Or says nothing at all.
“Tch. Pay attention.” He’s the one who walked straight into you.
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2. He drops things he never drops.
You enter the room and his fingers slip on a pen, a cloth, even his own cravat once. He freezes, jaw tight, totally aware you saw. “…It fell.”
Yes, Captain. That’s what dropping is.
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3. His voice cracks once—and he stops talking for the next hour. You ask if he slept well.
“I—…ye—” He cuts himself off, clears his throat aggressively, and answers with a near-whispered: “Yes.”
Then he avoids you the rest of the morning like it didn’t happen.
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4. He appears in places he normally avoids.
You walk into an empty corridor, and Levi is already there—leaning on the wall like he’s been waiting. When you ask why he’s there, he lies terribly.
“…Inspection.” Of what? A clean hallway?
He glares, wondering if he's being subtle.
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5. He forgets his tea. His tea.
You talk to him for a few minutes, and the next thing he knows, his tea has steeped for ten minutes too long. He looks at the cup like it betrayed him.
“Tch… stupid leaves.”
He’s just mad you distracted him.
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6. He stares when you’re not looking—then jerks his head away when you catch him.
You feel eyes on you, turn, and see him snap his gaze to the ceiling like he was “checking for dust.”
Levi: stone-faced, pretending nothing happened. The tips of his ears: bright red.
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7. He says your name wrong once.
Not mispronounced — just… too soft. Too careful.
Like he was practicing it in his head and finally slipped.
He immediately follows it with a rough, “Oi,” to cover it up.
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8. He stops mid-step when you smile at him.
You greet him, warm and casual. Levi’s foot hesitates—just slightly, but noticeably for someone who moves like a blade.
He recovers in half a second. “…Morning.”
Still thinking about your smile three hours later.
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9. He fumbles the one time he tries to compliment you.
You mention feeling tired. He tries to reassure you—once.
“You look—… well, you don’t look bad.”
He immediately regrets it. You raise a brow.
He mutters, “Forget it,” and walks away a little too fast.
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10. He becomes more blunt—but only with you.
Not mean. Just weirdly direct. As if controlling his tone suddenly takes too much effort.
“You should sleep more.”
“Drink water.”
“Don’t walk alone at night.”
All squeezed out between clenched teeth because he’s trying not to sound soft.
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11. He slips on the stairs—just a little—when you laugh.
Not a fall. But a misstep he immediately tries to turn into a “jump down the last step on purpose.”
You don’t comment.
You don’t have to—he felt your stare burning through him.
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12. He avoids you for a day. Then shows up more than usual the next.
Classic Levi panic. He realizes his crush.
Thinks ignoring you is the solution. Lasts 24 hours.
Then you see him everywhere—hallways, the mess hall, passing by the courtyard like he’s patrolling one single square meter.
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) Levi is immediately cleaning everything, he doesn't want to touch you or any bodily fluids directly so he's tossing a cloth your way before telling you to get off the bed so he can change the sheets. Then it's pushing you into the shower with him to get rid of anything "unpleasant".
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) He doesn't consider himself shallow enough to care about body parts either way, he thinks every part of him is good enough same with you. If you ask him to choose he just gives you a slightly annoyed look and wonders why you asked in the first place.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) Ew ew gross to him, the only reason he's putting it on you is because it's easier to clean and wash off. All bodily fluids are nasty to him, even his.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) He once had Moblit draw a picture of you so he had something to masturbate with when he's on long missions out beyond the walls. Not that you would care, but he's not telling a soul and threatened Moblit on pain of death not to tell anyone, especially Hange.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) Nope not at all. Between his initial aversion to sex after watching his mother be used and often hurt by her clients and his sour attitude mixed with his busy schedule, Levi is a virgin until you. He doesn't trust anyone enough for that.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) Missionary but while choking you, he likes the power dynamic.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) Not at all, Levi takes everything very seriously.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) Bare and shaved, he hates body hair aside from his head. It's gone if he can help it, thinks it's gross.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) He's not a romantic guy, everything is routine, scheduled, no surprises. It's hard to be romantic when everything is planned. Even if you try and make it more romantic he just acknowledges it with a nod.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) Does so when he can, no experience doesn't mean he doesn't have any desire, if he needs a quick stress relief, he'll lock his door and rub one out. Finds it humiliating though, and he feels a lot of regret after.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) Breath play, anything super dominant, he likes to control everything he can, including the bedroom. Discipline, hands down, probably impact play too.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do) Bedroom or his office if he's desperate. Nowhere else. There's no other place that's sanitary enough for his liking.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) Need for stress relief mostly, submission is another huge thing. Submitting yourself to him is a huge turn on.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Anything unsanitary or where he has to give up control. Food play is a big no no, too much mess.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) Sorry ladies he's not an eater, gross gross yuck. Bodily fluids on his face in his mouth? Not at all. He occasionally likes being blown for the submissive nature of it, but same thing with bodily fluids as well as he hates that you don't choke on it, huge blow to his ego (See x-ray)
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Fast and rough, plays into his dominance thing, but we'll switch it up if it makes you beg.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) If he's really stressed a quickie in his office is his go to stress relief, but he prefers something more drawn out.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) Nope, maybe if you begged him but he knows what he likes and is sticking with it.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) Great stamina, probably best thing going for him. He can last long and go many rounds.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) No, he likes being the one to give you pleasure and he gets a little insecure if you feel like you need something else to get you off. On him? Also no because he feels he'd be submissive doing that.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) If he thinks you're being too much of a brat to deserve it right away he's teasing you until you're crying and begging.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) Quiet, he doesn't really feel the need to make noise, and he'd rather listen to you anyway.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) As a prank to get Levi to be less uptight some Cadets sent him a prostitute and he spent the whole time talking with her about her living conditions and helped her get to the surface and find a different job. Then proceeded to berate the Cadets responsible more than he had for anything else.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) 5 at most, malnutrition, height, based on everything he's average at best. And yes he's very conscious about it.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) Pretty high considering how high of a stress job he has.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) He stays awake long after you do, his insomnia keeping him up at all hours.
