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*poem is: A Letter from Hades to Persephone by Clementine von Radics
☆ Summary: Levi discovers he doesn't have to lay a hand on you to make you come apart.
☆ Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Female Reader
☆ Genre/Tags: Canon Universe, Canon Compliant, Established Relationship, Smut, Porn Without Plot
☆ Content Warnings: Boot riding, dirty talk, humiliation, dominant Levi (might be ooc but whatever)
☆ Word Count: 0.9k
☆ AO3 Link
☆ Requested by Anonymous
☆ a/n: I hope I did okay on this haha I have never ridden a boot. also please don't ask for a part two or i'll throw away my favorite pair of leather boots.
Levi’s boot is planted before you, heel firm on the floor, toe tipped up, exactly where he wants it. And exactly where you want it.
Levi leans back in his chair with one elbow braced on the armrest, fingers hooked near his mouth, grey eyes lowered to you with that specific stare that always makes heat gather low in your stomach. He hasn’t touched you yet. He doesn’t need to. The sight of you already has him unraveling.
You settle yourself more fully over the polished tip of his boot, underwear pushed aside. When your swollen clit presses against the smooth leather, a shiver runs through you so hard your hands clutch at his knee.
“Look at you,” he says quietly in a way that makes it sink under your skin. “Getting worked up over a boot.”
Your face burns, but you rock your hips anyway, slow at first, testing the pressure. The leather is cold against the heat between your legs. Friction catches just right, and a breath slips from you before you can stop it. Levi narrows his eyes at the sound.
“So filthy you can’t even wait for me to touch you.” He let his boot flex slightly under you, the smallest movement, just enough to make you gasp. “Were you thinking about this all day?” You grip his pants harder and nod. His mouth twitches, barely a smile. “You’re grinding yourself on me like a bitch in heat and that’s all you have to say?”
Your cheeks burn with humiliation, but it only drives you further. Your hips move again, dragging your clit over the rounded tip of his boot, a little harder this time. The pressure makes you hitch your breath. You hate how good it feels. You love how good it feels. The leather creaks faintly beenath you, and the sound alone almost sends a wave of heat through your belly.
Levi watches you through it all. Beneath the cold edge of his expression is possession so full it nearly chokes him. He likes seeing you like this, undone for him, using what he gives you and nothing else. Reduced to this.
“Go on, then. Since you’re so desperate. Rub yourself off,” he says.
A small whine escapes you, and you press down harder, rocking against the leather in short motions. The tip of his boot nudges right where you need it. You dip your head. Your whole body starts to chase it. Levi’s hand leaves the armrest and catches your chin before you can hide.
“No,” he says. “You keep your head up. If you’re going to act like this, you’ll let me watch.”
You lift your eyes to him. He feels a blaze ignite in his gut. Beautiful, he thinks. He hates how easy it is for you to pull that from him. Hates it enough to be meaner to you.
“You’re shameless. Cumming on a boot. Do you hear yourself?” Another whine leaves you, high and shaky. “Listen to that. You can’t even stay quiet.”
You bite your lip, trying, and you move your hips faster now. The pressure deepens, each grind striking your clit with a jolt of arousal, enough to make your thighs tremble. Your hands slip from his leg to the edge of the chair.
Levi spreads his legs a little wider around you, caging you in. “Such a dirty little thing,” he says, thumb brushing once along the side of your jaw. “If anyone walked in and saw you right now… oh, what would they think? They’d think something’s fucking wrong with you, darling.”
The image makes blood rush to your ears. A broken whimper spills from your throat.
“That bad?” Levi asks, laughing once. “You like that thought too?”
You can’t answer. The knot in your belly is winding tighter and tighter, every grind of your clit against his boot feeding it. You feel wet, overheated, and trembling all over. Levi sees your rhythm growing sloppier and knows exactly where you are. You squeeze your eyes shut for a second before he grips your chin harder.
“I told you to look at me.”
You do. The intensity in his stare pins you. Grey eyes, locked on yours while your body moves over his boot. It’s too much.
“Cum, then,” he says, contempt and command wound together. “Go on. Make a mess. Show me how pathetic you are.”
The words hit like a lightning strike straight through your center. Your hips jerk twice, then the tension snaps. Pleasure rushes through you in a blazing, shuddering wave. You keen, unable to stop it, body tensing as you grind down through the climax, thighs shaking violently around the tip of his boot. Every throb of your clit against the slick leather wrings another mewl from you.
Levi watches you come apart with hooded eyes and a face gone still with focus. Satisfaction washes over you. You ddi that on what he gave you, under his gaze, because he told you to. He savors the thought.
When the trembling begins to fade, your forehead nearly drops to his knee. Levi’s hand leaves your chin only to catch your jaw again, keeping you upright despite the weakness rushing through you. He glances down at the damp shine you’ve left on the leather and clicks his tongue.
“Unbelievable,” he says, stroking your lower lip with his thumb. “You really did cum from that.”
You can barely meet his eyes. Levi leans forward in his chair, bringing his face closer to yours. His fingers slide briefly into your hair at the nape of your neck, holding you there.
I’m convinced that babies and little kids love Levi, much to his confusion.
Whenever he’s in Trost for a (cleaning) supply run, they’re always just…staring at him. When he meets the baby’s gaze with a scowl, they just smile and laugh, as if they just saw the funniest, most interesting thing in the world. Toddlers scamper his way, their little feet barely keeping them upright, before Levi has to catch them mid-fall and return them to their mothers.
“Babies and animals can sense good people,” Hange once told him. “That’s a scientific fact.”
He’d answered Hange’s response with a click of his tongue. But as he marched out of Trost for the next expedition, he saw a little girl waving enthusiastically at him, her chubby hand opening and closing, eyes wide, tiny mouth curled in a smile.
He gave her a little pat on the head before he went on his way.
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My NSFW A - Z Headcanons of Levi. i'm just a whore for this man!!!
My most recent husband!levi headcanons set in canonverse! I thought I captured him okay here
no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while i gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cow girl, doggy, backwards, forwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, teeth jitterbug, mind boggling, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, can't walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell dissolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, splendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tangos orgasm. he could put a nuclear bomb inside me and I'd still ride.
Levi narrows his eyes as he scrubs the rough bar of soap between his palms. The scummy bubbles at the bottom of the bucket are tinged a pale, visceral pink in the fading twilight.
He swallows down bile at the sight of it, disgusted by the way the gore clings to him, burrowed into the lines on his hands and the beds of his nails.
It’s filthy. There’s no running water in a camp this far outside the walls, so he fills and refills the bucket whenever it gets too murky for him to stand. He feels briefly guilty for the waste of so much clean water before disgust blots it out.
Finally, the droplets from his scoured hands run clear. The tightness in his chest loosens, just barely. Enough to take a full breath. His hands burn from the shitty ration soap, but it’s better than leaving them unclean.
Levi staggers into his tent and pulls the cloth flap tightly shut. There, in the privacy of darkness, he permits himself to collapse. He digs his nails into his forearm to keep from crying.
He still feels tainted. He smells a phantom stench of the battlefield rising from his hair, his clothes, even though he’s cleaned them. He can still feel the stomach-churning steam of fallen Titans against his face.
He wants to soak himself in scalding water, wants to slough off layers of himself until he reaches something that has never been stained with blood. But Levi is no longer sure that there is anything left within him that isn’t contaminated, if there ever even was.
After all, he’s seen enough of his comrades ripped apart, enough of his friends turned into unrecognizable meat. There’s nothing sacred hiding underneath their skin. Why would he be any different?
Levi spreads out his bedroll carefully, making sure that the interior doesn’t touch the ground. He always packs and unpacks it the same way, so one half remains pristine. It gives him a little comfort.
He mechanically lights a lantern, running on routine. He rifles through his pack and comes up with your picture. You had asked Jean to make a sketch of you, and Levi begrudgingly admitted that it was a very good likeness. He’s taken it with him on every mission since you gave it to him.
With your picture beside his pillow, Levi relaxes another fraction. He’s survived today, and more importantly, so did his squad. He tries to focus on that and not the sting of his hands, scrubbed raw.
As he moves to dim the lantern, his eyes catch on a flash of metal in his pack. Metal that shouldn’t be there. Levi swears under his breath as he lifts out the unfamiliar object, preparing for anything.
Almost anything, that is. He doesn’t expect a tiny metal tin, certainly doesn’t expect the paper covered in your handwriting folded around it. He unwraps it carefully and holds it up to the light.
My love,
I wish I could be there with you. Know that you never leave my thoughts. And because I have the privilege of knowing you well, I fear that you are suffering more than you admit.
There is nothing that could ever taint you in my eyes. No amount of filth that I would not gladly wash clean, knowing you were beneath it.
Please don’t be annoyed that I spent money on this- I’d been saving and thought there could be no better purpose. I hope it brings you the comfort that I cannot while you’re beyond the walls.
Come home to me soon, my Levi.
The words blur with tears before he reaches the end, but Levi doesn’t let them fall. At least, not until he opens the tin and sees that it is full of lotion, not the tallow you rub into his skin when it cracks and bleeds on bad days, but real lotion from the pompous merchants in the inner walls.
It’s a ridiculous luxury, made more ridiculous by its place here in the wilderness, in a soldier’s tent. But it smells like you, and though he can hardly bear to disturb the pristine surface, it feels like heaven as he hesitantly smears it across his hand.
It soothes the pain instantly. You must have known it would. That’s what makes him cry at last- the burden and the blessing of being known, being loved all the more for the knowing.
He uses an entire precious layer of the lotion on his hands then extinguishes the lantern and curls onto his blanket. He holds his hands over his face and breathes you in, allowing peace to settle warily on his aching chest.
a character very lovingly holding your head against their chest so you can feel their steady heartbeat …. gently cupping your other ear to muffle the sound of them shooting a man in cold blood
☆ Summary: The Survey Corps teaches soldiers how to live with loss. Levi realizes he'd rather confess than learn how to live without you.
☆ Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Gender-Neutral Reader
☆ Genre/Tags: Canon Compliant, Friends to Lovers, Love Confession, Hurt/Comfort, First Kiss, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst, Fluff
☆ Content Warnings: Canon-typical violence, blood and injury
☆ Word Count: 1.4k
☆ Requested by Anonymous | Drabble Game #1
#133 Can you not see that I love you? That I've always loved you?
#151 I've waited so long to hear this.
#155 If you die on me after everything I'd done for you... I'll never forgive you.
☆ AO3 Link
☆ a/n: please don't ask for a part two or i'll go into public and scream about levi's buttcheeks
[ Art by hilu.art ]
Dawn rises over headquarters in a pale grey. It’s cold enough that every breath fogs in front of every soldier preparing in the courtyard. Horses stomp impatiently against the half-frozen ground. The clinking of buckles, blades, and ODM gear mingle with small conversations.
You’re pulling the final strap around your thigh when Levi appears beside you without warning. “Hold still,” he says. You look down as he grabs the loose end of your harness and tugs it before checking the buckle himself.
“I’ve been doing this for years,” you remind him.
“And somehow, you’re still careless.”
You see the short hesitation when his hand brushes your side, the warmth of his hand lingering through your uniform. It means nothing—that’s what you’ve been telling yourself, anyway. It always means nothing.
“You worry too much,” you say, trying to drown the beating of your heart with light teasing.
Levi straightens himself, irritation flashing across his face. “You give me too many reasons.”
Before you can answer, he walks away toward his horse, though not without looking back once to make sure you’re following him. He always looks back. You’ve spent too long pretending not to notice it.
But you always do.
.
The expedition remains quiet until the Scouts reach the abandoned village three kilometers from the wall, where ruined houses lean against one another and broken roof beams claw toward the sky.
Then the warning flare rises. Red smoke rises above the eastern edge of the village as shouting erupts. Within moments, Titans emerge between the buildings, their footsteps shaking loose tiles from the rooftops.
Erwin’s orders cut through the chaos. “Get above them! Do not let yourselves get boxed in!”
You fire your hooks into a stone chimney and rise, gas hissing as you swing toward the nearest roof. Levi moves through the village a few buildings ahead. His eyes snap toward you. Checking the formation, he would claim. Checking you, your foolish heart insists.
A scream rips through the air. A young soldier stands frozen on a rooftop, staring at the abnormal charging toward him with its unusually long arms sweeping through the street. Levi changes direction immediately, but he’s too far away.
You aren’t. You propel yourself forward, hook your arms around the soldier, and wrench him from the roof just as the Titan’s hand crashes through the building. The impact shatters the tiles beneath you. Your anchor loosens.
Then you fall through splintered timber. A jagged beam slices deep along your side before you hit the ground, pain exploding through your ribs. Somewhere nearby, the younger soldier calls your name, but his voice sounds strangely distant, muffled beneath the pounding in your skull. Warmth spread beneath your uniform. Too much warmth. You press a shaking hand against your side and pull it away slick with blood.
No. No, that is far too much.
The abnormal doesn’t get to take another step. Levi descends and carves through its nape so viciously that blood sprays and steam erupts across the street. He lands beside you before the Titan’s body begins falling, his shoes skidding through dust as he drops to one knee.
“What the hell were you thinking?” he barks.
You try to smile, though your lips feel numb. “Good to see you too.”
Then Levi sees the blood. His face changes; the anger remains, but there’s something so nakedly terrified that you almost don’t recognize him.
“Move your hand,” he orders.
“It’s fine—”
“Move it.”
You obey, sighing. The moment your hand lifts, blood wells through the torn fabric. Levi presses part of his cloak hard against the wound. The pain rips a cry from you.
“Stay awake,” he says.
“I am.” Your eyelids flutter despite the lie. Levi’s free hand cups the back of your neck, forcing you to look at him. His hand trembles slightly.
“You’re going to be fine,” he says.
You want to believe him. You want to tell him all the things you’ve swallowed for years, but your vision is blurring, the world is dimming, and the words refuse to form.
“I’m tired, Levi,” you whisper.
“No,” he says. “If you die on me after everything I’ve done for you… I’ll never forgive you.”
You manage to grip his wrist weakly. “I’ll try not to inconvenience you.”
“Shut up.” But he bends closer as he says it, his forehead nearly touching yours while he keeps pressure against your side.
He refuses to let anyone else carry you back.
.
When you wake, the infirmary is dark except for a low-burning lamp beside your bed. Bandages wrap tightly around your midsection, and every breath is painful, pulling at the stitches along your side. Your mouth is dry, your body is heavy, but you’re alive.
Levi sits in a chair beside you. His arms are folded, his head tilted forward, though the instant you move beneath the blanket, he opens his eyes.
“You look terrible,” you whisper.
“You nearly bled to death, and that’s what you have to say?” he scoffs.
Relief surges through him so fiercely that it almost makes him angry all over again. He’s spent hours listening to your shaky breathing, imagining if silence will ever replace it, and now you’re awake and joking as if you didn’t nearly die.
“How long have you been here?” you ask.
“That doesn’t matter.”
“It matters to me.”
Levi stands and reaches for the cup of water beside your bed, helping you lift your head just enough to drink. His touch is careful, but you can still see the tension in his jaw.
“You broke formation,” he says.
“That soldier would have died.”
“You almost died instead.”
“But I didn’t.”
Levi freezes. You misunderstand his silence, shame gathering in you. He’s angry. You endangered the mission, forced him to carry you back, and became one more responsibility he never asked for. You wouldn’t be surprised if he hates you right now.
“You don’t have to stay,” you say softly. “I know you have more important things to do.”
He looks at you, bewildered. For years, Levi has checked your equipment when he didn’t need to, memorized your position in every formation, endured your awful tea when you insisted on making it for him, and watched you walk away after countless evenings together because he could never find the courage to ask you to stay. And somehow, you still don’t know.
“Can you not see that I love you? That I’ve always loved you?” The confession leaves him harshly, almost angrily, and the room falls into a hush in response. He looks away first, regret filling his expression. Regret for exposing his love, for placing the most fragile thing he could have between you.
You lift your hand from under the blanket and grab his hand, tears welling in your eyes. “Levi…” He turns back slowly, raising his eyes to meet yours. You let out a soft laugh, one of both disbelief and relief. “I’ve waited so long to hear this.”
“You—”
“I love you too,” you whisper, lacing your fingers through his. “I knew your idea of affection was criticizing everything I do.”
“Everything you do needs criticizing.”
A breathless laugh escapes you, causing a flare of pain in your side. His expression softens, though you still see the remaining uncertainty in the slight furrow of his brows. Levi Ackerman can face Titans without hesitation, but apparently, what he’s about to do requires more courage than any battle.
He cups your cheek with his hand. The first touch of his lips is gentle, almost restrained, but when you kiss him back, he inhales sharply, and years of unspoken longing translates through the pressure of his mouth against yours. You don’t deepen the kiss—neither of you wants to. Not now. Not when everything still feels so fragile. This is enough.
When he pulls away, he brushes your hair back with his fingers. “Never do that to me again,” he murmurs.
“Is that an order?” you tease.
“Yes.”
You smile, brushing your thumb over his knuckles. “So does this mean you’ll stop insulting me?”
Levi presses one more kiss to your forehead, the love he holds for you finally outweighing the fear still lingering in his eyes.
They say that, before all of this, you dedicated your heart to the Scout Regiment. They say that you're respected as a soldier, trusted as a comrade, and fiercely protected by a Captain who once fought his way out of the Underground City.
They tell you a lot of things. You remember none of it.
( READ THE STORY ON AO3. )
Pairing: Levi Ackerman x F!Reader (Attack on Titan / Shingeki no Kyojin)
Rating: Explicit ( 18+ )
Word Count: 118k
Tags: Memory Loss, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Mentions of death, Depiction of graphic injury/violence, Eventual Romance, Touch Starved Idiots, Flashbacks, Dual POV, Nonbinary Hange Zoe, Eventual Smut, First time
Note: NSFW content chapters added with asterisk
OFFICIALLY COMPLETED ON 02.27.2026
CHAPTERS
one / two / three / four / five / six / seven* / eight / nine / ten / eleven / twelve / thirteen* / fourteen* / fifteen / sixteen / seventeen / eighteen* / nineteen / twenty / twenty-one / twenty-two / twenty-three / twenty-four* / twenty-five* / twenty-six / twenty-seven
ONE SHOTS
a silver truce in snow. / chocolate-covered silver. / down bad. / all at once. / sixty. / need.
DELETED SCENES
levi's pov #1 / the first face i saw. / walk out. / levi's pov #2. / gifts are gifts.
Hahahahaha bet you thought you had seen the last of me! In my times of woe (unemployment) I'm back writing! Must be a recession indicator if I'm back writing.
A huge thank to @/levionlyyours who answered my headcanon request on something similar. Their response had me kicking my feet!! <3
w/c: 2,124
content warning: fluff & smut. fem!coded reader and use of female anatomy. there’s a tiny crumb of angst or two towards the end.
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Levi Ackerman as a husband can be described in one word: devoted. You thought he was committed before once you decided to embrace your romantic relationship, but his love grows even deeper and more mature upon marriage.
It's rather endearing to see. Levi, a man who lost so many people dear to him, finding solace in you.
Like how he was in a romantic relationship, there is little to no PDA. However, you two would always be seen walking into the Mess Hall at the same time. You'd probably glance at him fleetingly as he walks by, or him to you, but that's it. It made sense after all. Your rooms used to be on the same floor before when you were squad leaders, but upon marriage, you officially moved into his chambers.
Do NOT expect him to lighten up on the cleanliness. You may be married to him but he still self-regulates (personal headcanon) and expects you to keep up. Sometimes, to poke fun, you don't line up your military boots side-by-side when you're coming back to his room. He'll probably sigh in exasperation and come out with a, "Hey, do you fucking mind?" His bark is worse than his bite when it comes to you though, so he'll usually line up your boots by his bed.
I may have said he's not a fan of PDA, but behind closed doors? Ohohoho. He gets the award for handsiest spouse/partner. And not even in an obsessive or sexual way, but he'd always be hovering close by. A hand at the small of your back when he has to slide by you, his fingers running circles in to your arm if you are stressed. Maybe some under-the-desk hand-holding, or playful standing on toes, during meetings. Expect some (playful) admonishment after.
"What the hell was that about, [L/n]?" he'd ask in an attempt to keep up the hardened captain exterior.
"Oh like you didn't love it!" you'd cry back and walk off.
He'd shake his head in exasperation but there's a look on his face that says he relishes the teasing.
Other ways you’d feel his love during the day would be when he brews two cups of tea. It’s never just a cup for him anymore. He also won’t outwardly judge you if you decide to sweeten your tea with honey, even if the idea seems blasphemous to him. He’d extend a hand to you to help you down from your horse, too. Your blades are always sharpened, you also can’t remember the last time you’ve filled up your gas cannisters; everytime you go to set them to your hip brace, they’re always full.
You catch him sewing your shirts or insignia stitching, without you ever having to ask. He notices the fraying material and loose threading before you catch it and he makes note to fix it before the day ends.
Forever noticing things about you faster than you do, because his eyes are always trained to you.
I'm also sorry to say this but I have to address the mischaracterisation issues and rumours I have seen over the years. As nice as it may sound, there will be no gushy proposal or candle-lit dinner. It's not very romantic. If anything, it is out of practicality. Actually, it is Erwin or Hange's idea to propose at all.
I can see him having a serious discussion with Erwin or even (though rare) serious, late-night discussion with Hange. He's asked them something that has plagued him for the past few months. Even before finding out about his Ackerman abilities, he knew he was a cut above the average soldier or street-fighter. He wasn't invinceable though. He might ask them, "What do I do if, one day, I kick the bucket beyond the Walls?" In other words, "How can I be assured [Y/n] would be taken care of?" Hange/Erwin might plant the seed in his then and say, "Well, traditionally, people protect their romantic partners through... making their relationship legally binding." It's not something Levi would know or understand; he's a man who lived much of his life without following rules or authority, so the idea the government being able to assure you'd be looked after catches him off guard. "Marriage," they clarify to him.
Not an elaborate ceremony, and he only tells Erwin, Miche, Hange. He might tell Gelgar and Nanaba. He does all the planning and the ceremony takes place one month from his talk with Hange/Erwin. He'll wear that long military jacket; maybe you do, too. Maybe you do pour some of your savings in buying white formal wear. Levi buys two silver rings and Darius officiates. Erwin and Hange act as witnesses.
It's effecient and unromantic, but it grants Levi some peace of mind. It is also one of the few times he'll kiss you firmly in front of his comrades. Remember, PDA is normally not something he engages in. It's a swift kiss, but it's confident and a calloused hand rests on your cheek for the duration.
Levi takes a week off after the marriage ceremony. He never takes his allotted days off so he’s let them pile up over time. He only hopes the barracks doesn’t catch fire while he’s gone because he has no intention of coming back until he’s done ‘celebrating’ with you.
You two stay in an old BnB or cabin a district away. Every morning of your ‘honeymoon’, if you can call it that, starts the same. He brews two cups of his high quality tea that you both drink, but it’s not long before the cups are placed on the bedside locker and he’s back under the covers, pleasuring you with his mouth.
If he had the option to live between your thighs, he would. It’s not often the two of you got this much time to yourselves, and he savours it. Sex was sometimes fleeting, rushed (and not as thorough as Levi would like) during your busier seasons as soldiers. It was often just quickies between meetings or a hasty fuck in the morning if time allowed. Sometimes it was half-sleepy sex after a long day which was pleasurable in its own right. But now Levi had a week straight to make up for some lacklustre bedroom escapades.
Levi has always been an ardent lover in the bedroom, and during the week of your ‘honeymoon’, that increases tenfold. Nearly every morning, he would nestle himself between your legs. The covers are pulled back and he blows some cold air against your clit. He commands you to rub your clit in circles while his middle and ring(ed) finger slip into your weeping entrance. He removes your hand and takes over the ministrations with his tongue and he is sure to make you cum twice before he fucks you.
His thrusts start off slow and he savours every sound and face you make, but desire overrides him and he snaps into you. He’s so deep and thorough and he has you seeing stars throughout the week. Each evening is spent nursing a glass of wine (tea for him) over dinner, and usually a repeat of the morning. He is making up for lost time. He takes you in multiple positions, lets you take charge, and the hours blur together. You also take long strolls together throughout the forests surrounding your cabin. Or maybe you tour the market stalls and when he’s not in uniform, he gets to enjoy himself. Of course you are both recognised but no one is coming up to pester him… And for a few fleeting minutes, here and there, he forgets he’s Humanity’s Strongest.
When you both return to HQ, Hange is quick to point out that Levi looks uncharacteristically “relaxed” (read: “taken care of.”) Levi clicks his tongue, inhales sharply and he feels the frown return to his face.
It actually takes a few years before you accidentally let it slip to Eren that you’re married. It’s not like you and Levi were trying to not tell people — the special Ops squad had suspected you two were at least ‘involved’ by now — but Levi also felt like it was no one’s business. And credit where credit is due, even Hange didn’t tell anyone!
It’s in the old castle that the Survey Corps moves to after the retaking of Trost. The special ops squad and you have had tasks assigned by a certain captain, though you maaaay have been half-assing them. It’s fine, your husband would (plafully) scold you later and help you out. He had all the time in the world for you.
But not for a certain new recruit !
Levi storms out of one of the bedrooms that he had assigned a certain hormonal Titan-shifter to clean.
“His cleaning is lamentable, [Y/n]. Lamentable,” he grumbled.
“Well it’s not like your standards are… normal,” you tease. You see he’s still scowling and you place a hand on his shoulder, and he immediately begins to soften. “I think you might be a little too hard on him. I’ll supervise him for now.”
You stroll back into the room and the boy looks like he’s about to jump out of his own skin, when he realizes it’s only you.
“Ah, V-Vice Captain [Y/n]!” he cries and salutes.
You chuckle softly. “At ease, Eren, relax,” you say. “Sheesh is my husband being that harsh?” you mutter under your breath without thinking.
Cue to pandemonium. Rumours spread like wildfire. Of ALL people to get married, Captain Levi — someone like him — is married to someone like you?!
It’s not long before the 104th looks at you like some demi-god kind of figure. A Survey Corps rumour once spread around about how there was one person who managed to put their feet on his desk, smudge his shirt, drink his tea and spill it on his pants — all in one day! — and it was you?! And you lived to tale? But of course that only would have been the case if you were his wife! (Okay he might have been a little frustrated)
He’s the perfect husband and it all sounds like fun and games but in this life, maybe it’s the only blessing you two might find. A great listener, he’s the one to hold you on nights when the grief and the stares of your fallen comrades haunt your bedroom and gaze. And when he’s not sure he can quite put you back together, he holds you and strokes your hair. He doesn’t even consider falling asleep until your breathing has slowed down and your tears have stopped, no matter how tired.
“You see them, too. Don’t you, Levi?” you whisper through endless tears. Past friends and comrades. Their stares burn through you.
“Every night,” he assures you, without missing a beat.
“W-What do I do with all this pain?” you ask, rhetorically, in a snide laugh.
Levi Ackerman does his best to wash away all your pain away with love. And you’re no different, you’d do the same for him
After the 57th expedition and losing his squad, he feels hollow and defeated. He remembers the roar of anxiety inside him when we tore through the forest, looking for you after seeing his squad members and after dispatching the female Titan with Mikasa. He stops on a branch to catch his breath and he feels like he’s close to throwing up. Then, as he looks down, he sees your hair flapping in the wind as you ride alongside some recruits who were caught in the commotion. He has to stop to catch his breath and when the regiment makes it to the clearing, he pulls you into his arms and you swear you hear his breath hitch and go shakey. He tells you what happens and you hug him tighter. His self-imposed rules for no PDA can go to hell; he lost his damn squad. You hug him tighter.
Though he mightn’t look it at first, Levi Ackerman is a wonderful husband. You two are the perfect team, ready to face the end of the world together.
Your relationship is this perfect balance of him being doting and devoted to you, but being a hard-ass to soldiers beneath you in rank. It’s a love only you have the privilege of experiencing. He melts to your touch, and you to his.
While you’re here, wanna check out my Levi × OC fic that is getting revamped on AO3 / Wattpad? (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)
I feel like I could pump out a part 2 with this? No promises but I am just so in love with this guy 😩
thanks for answering my ask, i'll come off anon now!! i was the one who asked for clarification on your requests/headcanons.
if possible, i would loooove to see some headcanons for levi as a husband, in canonverse (to soldier/squad leader!reader.) i'm in my 20s lol so i welcome angst, fluff, smut, etc -- anything you want and gets your creative juices flowing! if i could ask one additional request: only the superior officers know (erwin, hange, miche, etc.) i find it funny when people beneath him in rank might say, "HE'S married?!"
no prob if this is something you can't do. i was thinking of doing this one myself anyhow, but with your levi being so in character, i'd love to see what you come up with!
how cute! thank you for requesting!
cw: nsfw content
➺ Your marriage is the Survey Corps' best-kept secret. Levi doesn't intentionally keep your marriage a secret. He just doesn't think it's anyone else's damn business. You don't advertise it either so the secret persists.
➺ Erwin knows, because he's, well, Erwin. Hange knows because you can never hide anything from Hange. Miche knows because he took one look at the two of you six years ago and just went, Yeah.
➺ Everyone else thinks you're simply two squad leaders/captains who are suspiciously close. Nobody questions why you're constantly in Levi's office because you're also a squad leader. You're just discussing work. No one questions why Levi brings you tea because he's known you for years. Nobody questions why you're allowed to touch Levi because... actually, they do question that one.
➺ The first time it slips is when someone accidentally overhears you call him "my husband."
➺ Eren finally yells "Your WHAT?" while Levi doesn't even look up
➺ Meanwhile absolute pandemonium breaks loose. "CAPTAIN LEVI IS MARRIED?" "How long have you been married?" "YOU'RE MARRIED TO HIM?" of which that last one irritates him because, in his words, "Why is that the surprising part?"
➺ Then it kind of clicks to everyone, how Levi would adjust your harness before expeditions, how you'd drink from his cup, how he'd let you steal food from his plate, how you'd walk into his office without knocking, how you call him "Levi" while everyone else calls him "Captain." Also, there's the fact that Levi once allowed you to put your feet on his desk and somehow you survived.
➺ Husband Levi is ridiculously domestic, but he's still Levi, so he doesn't gush about how much he loves you. Instead you understand that him saying "Your tea's getting cold" means "I made this for you and if you don't drink it I'll be very sad."
➺ You always have clean clothes, your uniforms always get repaired when they're torn, your blades are always sharpened, your boots are always polished, and once, you mentioned a button that was loose and it was miraculously fixed by morning.
➺ He constantly complains about your cleaning habits regardless of how clean you actually are. You could be the second cleanest person within the walls, but you married the first.
➺ Sometimes just to tease him, you'll purposefully move something on his desk by like two inches. He'll notice immediately and move it back, and you move it again. It usually ends up with him asking "Do you want a divorce?"
➺ Levi is very different with you behind closed doors. He relaxes much more with you. Sometimes he'll lean against you, and that's when you know he's exhausted.
➺ Levi doesn't ask to be held. He just shifts toward you until his shoulder is touching yours, then his head, then somehow you're holding him. If you ever point it out, he leaves.
➺ Levi sleeps better beside you. You've been a miracle for his insomnia. It's not a cure-all, but he feels safer with you there.
➺ He has a habit of grabbing onto your shirt (if you happen to be wearing one) in his sleep, of which you have no intention of telling him.
➺ Being married doesn't stop you from being fellow soldiers, though. You're not his helpless spouse waiting at home. You understand his responsibilities because you have similar ones. You understand survivor's guilt.
➺ You hate when he hovers over you, but he still does it anyway. He can pick out your silhouette among dozens of soldiers. If your squad is running late, Levi becomes way more unpleasant to deal with.
➺ You also argue like an old married couple, but the reasons behind the fights are incredibly petty. You've been together too long and you know how to irritate each other.
➺ Hange has witnessed you argue about who finished the tea, whether Levi's handwriting is legible, whether you actually hogged the blanket last night, who stole whose pillow, who left the window open, and how many times one person can reorganize one cupboard.
➺ Levi is private about physical affection. In public, especially around subordinates, you might get a hand on your back, his fingers brushing yours, or him adjusting your collar. Behind closed doors, he's much more affectionate. He likes having you close.
➺ Kissing Levi after years of marriage is much different from kissing him when your relationship was new. There's less hesitation now. He knows exactly how you like to be kissed, and you know exactly how to make him lose his mind.
➺ Sometimes kisses are soft and sleepy before bed. Sometimes they're quick kisses exchanged before an expedition because neither of you wants to acknowledge the possibility that one of you might not return. And sometimes you haven't been alone together for weeks because military life is exhausted, so the second you finally get privacy, Levi is locking the door behind you.
➺Levi will take many opportunities to wake you with his mouth between your legs in the morning. You usually have to bite the pillow to stay quiet, because the last person you want hearing this is fucking Hange who will tease you until the end of time.
➺ Levi never outright says he wants you, but he'll lock the door behind him and wrap his arms around you before kissing your neck. His hands exploring your body is usually his way to signal he's DTF. And usually it's just because he can't believe that you're his and he's spent too much time secretly admiring your beauty in public where he can't act on it.
➺ Privacy is rare in headquarters, so Levi is an expert at silence. He usually swallows your gasps and moans and murmurs near your ear, "Keep it down, honey."
➺ Husband Levi doesn't babble sweet nonsense during sex, but the way he says "Good" in a low strained voice when you're taking him has you absolutely folding.
➺ Levi prefers positions where he can watch your face. Levi wants to see what he's doing to you, wants to catch the moment you come.
➺ He's very good at keeping a straight face around everyone else after thoroughly ruining you the night before. You could be sitting stiffly at breakfast, avoiding eye contact, and Levi would sit his tea while he nudges your foot with his under the table.
➺ Levi is the most physically affectionate after sex. It's when he's most vulnerable. He likes lying close enough that your bodies are touching. He might rest his hand on your waist or stomach. He doesn't like to immediately get up and leave.
➺ Actually, he doesn't like when you get up and try to leave.
"Where are you going?"
"I need water."
"Later."
"Levi—"
"Five minutes."
Then five minutes becomes twenty.
➺ Levi's favorite thing about being married to you is coming back to his room where your stuff resides. Your clothes beside his, your boot beside the door, two cups instead of one, your side of the bed.
➺ Sometimes you wake up before him and catch him looking at you, and then he'll reach over and brush your hair away from your face.
➺ Because in this life, with Titans and paperwork and soldiers who need him and an entire world that never seems to stop demanding something from him, he's found solace in you. You're still here, and that's all he needs.
