Levi x Reader Oneshots

All of You (Levi x Reader)

Being intimate has always been a foreign subject for Levi. Ever since he witnessed the horrific things that one can do to another person so happily, so willingly, and forcibly, he grew a hatred for those who did such actions, but not as much as the idea itself. Intimacy, as Levi recalls, disgusted him- by that, he hated the idea of intercourse. The way one must insert a bodily thing to satisfy a woman, or the way one must enjoy it lest they want to be hit for being unpleasurable to the provider...Levi couldn't handle the thought. It was too much for him to even think about, but, now that he was in such a position to get to love someone, what else could he provide other than that?

He knew very well that intercourse wasn't all that bad, especially as he came to the surface, he watched as there were many families together. Wives with their husbands as they held their daughter's hand, swaying them to and fro as they chattered and sang- it was beautiful for the eyes of a broken man. The largest form of love came with giving it, in that way, where bodies were close and the heat was felt, lips coveted with saliva and breathes intertwined, but even so...how could he himself do it?

Levi stood in front of the mirror of his bedroom while you sat curiously on his bed, fiddling your feet as you watch him staring at his reflection. You were concerned, he was looking at it for almost half an hour now. "Hey" you spoke softly, momentarily earning his attention. "Is something wrong?"

Levi looked back at you, and his eyes conveyed something that was unreadable to you, for now at the very least. He looked downward, and you saw his hands clench slightly before they released. He heaved a sigh, then, he looked back at his reflection. "Aren't my arms too scrawny?" he mumbled.

He had a thought that if he wanted to give you all his love, he must show you all of him, even the things he hated most about himself- which was everything.

You were silent for a moment, baffled by the statement that he had made. Those words that passed those lips of his hurt you, but you knew that it hurt more to the man who had said it.

You shook your head, calmly saying, "I see nothing wrong with how your arms look, along with your legs, stomach, waist, hips, face, all of you- I see nothing wrong with it."

His eyes turned, staring into yours before returning back to his reflection. They soon trailed to his eyebags, a product of his insomnia, his stomach, even though from his rigorous training had made decently looking packs, they looked faint. His face was small, baby-like for anyone to really call him a man, his legs were rather long and thin, making him look fragile. His height especially was what made him the most afraid of being intimate. How could he hold you as it happened when he was so small? It would give the least pleasure and he feared that you would hate him for it. He wanted to give you all that love, all of him to let you know that he loved you, but with his fear of his own sexual appeal, his appearance...what else could he do?

You sensed something was off, but you had no idea of what it could be. Despite having only been with Levi for several months, you didn't know much about his fears or insecurities. It wasn't that he didn't trust you enough to tell you, he simply feared that it would make him look weak, seem inferior and a coward to even be afraid to admit something such as that about himself.

A gentleness soon came over your face as you stood up and walked over to him. Despite the lack of knowledge you had about what he was going through, you knew that from the way his eyes lowered and his posture faltered that he was hating every part of his body. After all, you faced the same issue.

Gently, you wrapped your arms around him, bringing your head to rest comfortably on his shoulder and your hands laid against his chest- one above his heart. Levi felt your warmth as your body pressed against his back, and his breath hitched. He was tense, you could tell but not long after, he relaxed into your embrace. He loved this intimacy, the one where you can hold each other as though nothing else in the world mattered to him but you and this moment.