headcanons for which your cold and jaded superior—levi ackerman—gradually softens up to you while learning of a deep, dark secret — based on this ask • themes/warnings: x f!reader, implied trauma disclosed, it isn’t ever verbally said but there is a strong implication towards past SA, reader is inexperienced/a virgin and while nothing graphic happens, there is a build-up towards gentle intimacy (a hug) • w.c: about 900ish
Levi Ackerman, who didn’t care all too much about you when you first joined his squad. Truth be told, he thought you wouldn’t last too long at all, so dismissing you from the first interaction onwards felt safer. At least much more so than getting to know yet another eventual face to bury.
Levi Ackerman, who found it annoying when he’d catch you lingering around the barracks long after everyone else had gone off to sleep. He found it so strange that you often stood there in place with your head tilted up, your mind somewhere in the clouds.
Once, he decided to confront you about it, only to be met with a flinch and a shove that sent him stumbling back a step. Your eyes were all glassy when they landed on his, coated in tears that were ready to fall. You looked at him like he had cornered you—as if he were about to hurt you.
He wasn’t offended when you looked at him like that, no, but—
He also didn’t know what to do with himself.
Levi Ackerman, who, after that, made an effort to notice all of those other things about you, no matter how small. He shrugged off the nonchalance he wore around fresh faces, reminding himself that you were his squadmate, so therefore, to a degree, your responsibility. Only when he started to take extra care did he begin to see the way you so easily startled when someone’s hand or shoulder brushed past you when they walked by, or how you would dissociate during field missions.
It was around then when the way you acted started to feel familiar; it was how he acted when processing grief, after all.
Leading him to understand that you were working through something traumatic.
He should have known.
And over time, he put together the pieces without ever needing you to say what it might have ever been out loud, with certain things like context clues guiding him closer to the answer he once so naively sought, leading him to the conclusion that it might have been someone who hurt you in the past. Given the way that you often recoiled from closeness, he guessed it was personal enough.
When, also, you finally were brave enough to disclose the truth on your own, he went strangely quiet, or at least more so than usual. You told him all about how you were hurt—how you were touched—how you then lost yourself to the pain. Anger rose from within him on your own behalf, and he felt profoundly disappointed—but not surprised—that people like that existed, let alone breathed the same air he did. Still, he kept his anger concealed and didn’t let his fury reach you, understanding that all you needed right then and there was someone who accepted you.
In turn, giving you his support, his shoulder to cry on, his sheer presence, if it meant you wouldn’t have to suffer this all alone anymore.
And indeed, you did not—
For it was you who joined the military as a means of surviving something you could never quite outrun, wasn’t it? You convinced yourself—perhaps foolishly—that if you poured all of your misery into something essentially terminal, then you could disappear when it all went south.
Even when you performed well on the initial assessment and even when you did act like the ever-so-disciplined soldier they wanted, you were still set aside, told to wait. Someone told you it was nothing to worry about, that it was that… they hardly ever got adult recruits. That you needed to be in a team that fit you.
Which was how you ended up working alongside a man with the coldest eyes you had ever seen.
It was you who found yourself flinching whenever he got too close, not that it was ever his fault for spooking you, nor your fault for reacting. You tried so hard to push him away, to keep things strictly professional, but he never provoked you to do anything other than take your time, and as you did, the pieces that barely kept you together slipped loose all on their own.
It was you, then, against all reason, who began to fall for him anyway, even when you swore off everyone else left in the world. It was just the fact alone that he recognised your pain for what it was, and that meant a lot more than anything else ever did. This wasn’t a person who wanted to hurt you—not like they did back then—in fact, all it ever seemed like was that Levi only ever wanted to help you.
It was you who felt your breath hitch when you realised he quite possibly felt the same way, leaning in for a kiss—which was rare of him to do—only to have you pull back, your shoulders close in on themselves, your hands ball into fists—
“That’s alright,” he murmured, his voice low and soft, nothing but reassurance in his tone.
But it was still you who trembled, it was you who shook, and you who tried to push him away—
“I’m not,” you said too quickly, all breathless and shaky, “I-I’m not— I don’t— I want my firsts to be my own, and this feels like it, but—”
“They’ll be on your own terms, then,” he said decisively, understanding perfectly well, pulling away, allowing you some space.
At that, though, it was still you who felt as if something in you was freed.
You met him with not a kiss, but a hug, holding on with all that you had—
Just about nearly breaking under the weight of how lucky you were to find him in a place that you had gone off to disappear.
And Levi Ackerman, who, on the other hand, finally felt something in him settle, because all of the care he once withheld had finally found somewhere safe to go.
In July 2025 I was thinking about a baseball AU and started plotting the two main teams. This has been sitting in my drafts since then, whoops.
A pal was gonna help me learn all about ball sport game, but they randomly stopped talking to me cos they found out I *liked* Floch lol and I got invested in other stuff and forgot about this. So, if you noticed I only have pitchers and catchers chosen and no other positions listed, that's why. Your boy was an indoor lad and doesn't know shit about sports ball. Also also I just wanted to make messy interpersonally relationships ranging from exes, to lovers, to hook ups, to old flames. We have a little bit of Everythang.
Little bit of lore, if you care: Ereh was a Devil but got traded to Warriors for *reasons* and he gets nicknamed Traitor (there's two Eren's on the Warriors team). Insert weird relationship with your older brother you didn't know existed until later in life and complicated daddy issues. Tag team their asses!
Eruri are close to aging out, Erwin's out first, but Devils fans want them to stay playing ball together.
Yes they blow kisses at each other because I think all sports should have fan service ALSO they are role models and get lots of brand deals for being out. Go team Eruri!
There's Reijean which shocking, this was Mainly gonna be a Reijean AU in which sleeping with the enemy was the core plot point, but I'm built different in that I can't focus on a single set, I like a good ensemble cast and lots of fools I can make mess with.
Also, Magath and Shadis were/are fucking while telling their teams to not fraternize with the enemy. They had history but ended up splitting (back in college) Theo continued to play until he aged out/retired and became a coach. Shadis quit early on and pivoted to just coaching. They end up crossing paths again when their respective teams have a PR level rivalry thing going on.
Idk I can probably come back to it eventually, but I wanted to get the ball rolling, so to speak :D and I'm emptying my drafts so have at it.
A/N: Me and my homegirl decided to rank the aot men based off who we think would be the best eaters 🙈 let us know who you think was more accurate. (These are just our personal opinions lol, all jokes!) Girls will be in pt. 2! xxx
Warnings: Mdni,suggestive content,sexual themes, kind of a crack fic, all characters are post S4 timeskip.
Mine:
1.) Jean
Eats it like a man starved, reads feminist literature, and asks for tips. 10/10 no notes.
2.) Armin
Gets pussydrunk 100%. Wouldn't be great at first but once he got it, he GOT it. Probably cums in his pants.
3.) Reiner
I don't particularly like him but he would get down bad icl. Really desperate and whiny
4.) Baby Boo (Bertholdt)
Not terrible but not mind-blowing. Probably gets emotional/nervous
5.) Connie
Mid... He can't take shit seriously and would probably crack too many jokes but ig he wouldn't be awful.
6.) Levi
I love him but I do not think eating is his specialty. He would be too focused on efficiency and lacks the enthusiasm required for such a skill.
7.) Eren
Ok don't kill me IM SORRY but immediately no. Eren would probably bite ur clit in too much of a damn rush cause he don't know how to chill out. Just doing the absolute most for no reason.
Hers:
1.) Levi
Out of all the boys??? He knows how to eat it correctly. Next!
2.) Jean
He knows what the ladies want, what can I say!
3.) Armin
Knows how to navigate and praises HARD
4.) Baby Boo
Kinda... but he's a vanilla ass bitch
5.) Reiner
Couldn't find the clit if it slapped him in the face
6.) Connie
I fear you'd have to fake an orgasm with him. Sorry!
7.) Eren
He wouldn't know shit about pussy but he would surely let u bounce on Eren Jr...
Uri being an absolute devil and a tease behind closed doors makes so much sense to me specifically. I wonder if he kept letting a pale shoulder slip out from his loose robes to entice Kenny. Just to see if it would rile the man up. Jokes on him, Kenny is a [derogatory] from the underground. It's gonna take more than that to get him visibly flustered. He is used to keeping those feelings deep down and unattended to.
Kenny is just leaning against the wall trying to ignore whatever is going on. He probably thinks the Reiss family are fully of weirdos and freaks. He is holding up post bare minimum keeping Uri occupied and protected, but really it's Kenny who needs protecting from Uri.
Thinking about Levi with a career oriented girlfriend
You have a major deadline coming up. Levi told you you didn’t have to work, but you like what you do.
You're getting ready, twisting your hair and sliding on your shoes at the same time. The early morning slips in through the curtains, casting a faint glow over the room. Levi sips his tea – plain black like always, made strong with no sweetener. He doesn’t look up from his newspaper. “Anything you wanna say to me right now?” he says.
Absently, you notice a full glass of water on the counter that you haven’t touched all morning. “Oh yeah, thanks baby.”
“Mm.” He sucks his teeth. “Wrong.”
You’re always taken aback by this game of his, but you gladly play along. “I’ll finish the whole thing before I head in. You know I can take care of myself, right? You have enough going on at the Survey Corps.”
The newspaper crinkles as he folds it shut. “I know, but I’m taking care of you now.” He fixes you with an expectant stare, eyebrow raised. Catching the hint, you take a few sips of the water and realize, though you won’t admit it, how dehydrated you were. He picks up the paper and continues reading.
“Love you,” you tell him on your way out.
That earns you a subtle smile, which adds a touch of brightness to his steel grey eyes. “Yeah. Love you too.”
