Y/N: Come on, Petra is gorgeous! And she has a huge crush on you! Just give her a chance—I swear she’d make you happy.
Levi: Oi. Drop it already. I told you I’m not interested.
Y/N: But she’s such a cutie!
Levi: She’s also too damn young.
Y/N: Pfft, no she’s not! Besides, she’ll grow!
Levi: That’s not exactly the defense I want if I get called out. “She’ll grow”? Please. I already made an exception—my cutoff is at least three years older than her.
Y/N: Hey! I’m three years older than her! I’ve got other friends my age I can set you up with!
Levi: …If you didn’t catch what I was implying just now, that’s on you.
I like to think that one of the first thing Hange took a picture of is how Levi looks at you when you aren't watching.
Mostly just to prove to Levi because we all know he'd be in such DENIAL, he's so fucking UNAWARE of it, so CLUELESS like "no I don't like them like that" but he's looking at you like you brought the moon down to earth. and if Hange even tries to convince him he's like "go clean out your fucking glasses."
So Hange gets introduced to a camera. What better use of it when they see you and Levi, as you were explaining something to him enthusiastically, the sun hitting you just right and he's just. Not even listening. Just staring. With the softest eyes. Yearning. The palest flush on his cheeks, his lips slightly parted. And he looks like he could die there, like he'd sell his fucking soul if that means he gets to keep looking at you.
Hange snaps the picture. Shoves it to Levi's face like proof. "Look at yourself!"
Levi observed the picture blankly. Then. "Do you ever stop being a creep?"
To this day, that picture hangs in a frame in Hange's office, with a scribbled note under.
featuring: levi ackerman x fem!reader
synopsis: you're the reason why levi takes such good care of his mount
word count: ~0.6k
contents: sfw, underground levi, implied history, friends (or maybe something more?)
a/n: i wrote this little snippet because i couldn't get the idea of underground!reader who cared about levi and had an influence on his already empathetic nature but bittersweetly had to say goodbye to him when he left to join the corps out of my head. i imagine he learns to trust his horse completely and takes really good care of it partially out of sentimentality toward the reader. might be a good premise for a longer fic someday!
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Levi did not grow up around horses. In the underground, animals were either vermin or meat. There really wasn’t anything in between. A horse would have been impossible anyway, too large for the narrow alleys and too expensive to keep alive. Things that depended on you for care rarely survived down there.
But you liked to talk about the surface. Not that you’d ever been up there either, though that didn’t seem to trouble you. Levi used to think you were moony for letting your head get filled with those stories the men at the bar where you worked brought with them. You knew he took work knocking over the storage warehouses of big-shot surface merchants sometimes and once asked him if he’d ever come across any perfume there.
His brow had furrowed just enough to convey a reaction. “Perfume?”
“Yes. In bottles. Little glass ones.” The Madame’s girls upstairs wore cloying scented powders for their work that went moldy and bad rather quickly, but you’d heard of the delicately-scented oils and spritzes used by working women on the surface and thought they sounded terribly lovely.
“Not much use for things like that here, so it’d be useless to steal,” Levi had replied flatly.
You made a thoughtful sound in response, clearly trying to hide your disappointment. “What a shame. I think it would be nice to try, at least.”
“You don’t need it,” he’d said automatically without thinking.
“Need it?” you’d said with a small laugh. “Well, no. I suppose not. But that’s hardly the point, is it?”
That seemed to be how you thought of everything that came from the surface. Not dreamily in the way girls sometimes did before they learned the surface wasn’t some fairy tale they could escape to. You simply thought there was something to be said for things that existed only to live or to be enjoyed. Very little of that existed in the underground.
There were fields up there, you said once while leaning against the bar with a discolored rag in hand. Wide ones. Green ones. And animals that lived in them. Horses especially. You had a particular fondness for those. Big creatures with long legs, strong enough to carry a person across kilometers of open land. Levi remembered the way your eyes lit up when you spoke about them.
You described the way riders brushed their coats and fed them by hand. Spoke about how they trusted the animal beneath them to run straight through danger. Levi had scoffed at the time. Trust was a liability where you lived, and depending on anything with a heartbeat could get you killed. But you only laughed at him, bright and unconcerned. Some things were worth the trouble, you’d said. Anything that carried your weight deserved to be treated well.
Levi had not thought much about it then. There were more immediate concerns in the underground. Your casual talk of open land and steady animals belonged to a world that had nothing to do with reality.
Yet, years later, when Levi saw the Survey Corps stables for the first time, he was struck by the memory of the things you said. The horses were even larger than he had imagined. Their breath steamed in the cool air, and their hooves thudded softly against the earth. They stirred in their stalls with a quiet liveliness he did not recognize in anything that had come from the underground.
One of them watched him. A black stallion with its ears pricked forward, curious but calm. The section commander handed Levi the reins.
The animal did not shy away when he reached out. Its coat was warm beneath his palm. He thought, fleetingly, of a girl leaning against a dirty bar somewhere far below the ground, describing creatures she had never seen as though she already knew them.
He brushed the horse himself that evening without anyone telling him to. It simply seemed like the correct thing to do.
Okay I’m actually pretty proud of this one. I know I have a long way to go with my writing, but this has felt the best out of all of them so far!
This was requested by a wonderful anon—thank you so much, I hope you enjoy!
A few notes: Female pronouns used, feel free to change to what you prefer. Just what I prefer to use in writing; There's an age gap, but reader is still over 18 (I don't feel comfortable writing her as a teenager with his age in the manga & anime); He may not fully be written to character, but I tried my best and interpreted to how I would imagine he would act.
Warnings: mentions of bad childhood, language, sort of suggestive (one of these days I may actually write smut)
Disclaimer: I don't own the photo below!
Levi Ackerman, the name that sparked fear and awe in the world, had a problem. He'd taken down Titans, dealt with gangs in the Underground, watched his comrades fall over and over again and still managed to come out on top.
So, he could not figure out why she was such a difficult obstacle.
“You’re staring again,” Hange grinned from beside him. He had somehow ended up sitting with the mad scientist at dinner, now regretting his decision to come to the mess hall.
Levi scowled at his cup of tea, ignoring the fact that they were right. Because there she was again. Sitting across the room with the rest of his squad, head tipped back as she laughed at something stupid Eren said.
“You need to get your eyes checked,” he said, flatly. Hange chuckled, paying no mind to his dig.
“You could just, y’know, go talk to her,” they suggested. Levi glanced back over to the table where Y/N sat.
Her head was turned, eyes making a sweep of the room. Noticing his gaze, she gave him a small nod before turning back to the conversation in front of her.
“Tch.”
He could feel Hange vibrating from beside him. “Seriously just go talk to her. She’s been in your squad since forever,” they pushed.
“We aren’t friends,” he replied, leveling a glare at them.
“Levi,” Hange rubbed the bridge of their nose, “That is the worst deflection ever.”
He scoffed but didn’t say anything. It was pretty pathetic on his part. Besides, they were friends.
Being the only survivor of the original Levi squad, they had been through a lot of shit together.
She was fine. Great even by Levi’s standards. She was an efficient soldier, rarely disobeyed orders, and didn’t irritate him as much as everyone else did.
Y/N was everything he could’ve asked for in a squadmate.
Except for nowadays. Something about her grated on his nerves. It was the little things. The way she’d make sure his paperwork was organized just how he liked it, how she would conveniently have two cups of tea when dropping off said paperwork, when she'd yell at the new members of the squad for not cleaning right, and so much more.
The list went on.
“You're glaring at your cup like it personally offended you,” Hange spoke again, interrupting his thoughts.
“What?”
“Wow you’re really down bad,” they sighed resting their head in their palm.
“What are you talking about now?” He grunted.
They snorted. “I’m talking about how Y/N acknowledged you and you went into a spiral about it.”
“I did not,” Levi bit out.
“Yeah you did.”
He huffed, “I was thinking about how irritating she is.”
Hange burst out in laughter, clutching their stomach.
“Oh Levi!” They cackled, “She’s the least annoying person in the Survey Corps!”
He glowered at them but they paid no mind.
“You’ve had a stick up your ass about her since that day we stumbled across that meadow on that one expedition. The one where Erwin let us take a break to enjoy the weather and scenery. What happened out there?”
As soon as Hange mentioned the most uneventful mission, Levi was transported back to that day.
It was hot and stuffy. And the sickly sweet smell of flowers made Levi's head spin. This is a waste of time, he thought to himself as the squads all dispersed, taking in this small slice of beauty they had stumbled upon.
It was a place that his mother used to describe in one of her many stories she told him when he was little.
"Isn't this great?" Y/N hummed from next to him. He hadn't even heard her approach. Levi was too busy internally complaining to notice.
He turned towards her, about to tell her that this was a waste of time when the light caught her face. He had never noticed how beautiful she was until that point.
The sun angled over her just right, highlighting her soft skin and brightening her eyes. She looked more peaceful than Levi had ever seen her which made his chest tighten.
That was the first time he felt something.
In good old Levi fashion though, that feeling that he refused to acknowledge irked him to no end much like Hange right now.
"Nothing happened," he answered quickly.
Too quickly, and enough for them to notice. A sly smile spread across their face. "She's really pretty when you get a good look at her," they said.
"Hange, she's twenty-two years old."
"Is that supposed to mean something?"
Levi opened his mouth and closed it. Did it mean something?
"No," he finally said. His ears were getting warm. "It's logical reasoning. Of course she's good looking at that age." Was it hot in here?
"So you think she's pretty?" Hange drawled with a shit-eating grin.
"I didn't say that—," he started, but was shortly cut off by their obnoxious laugh.
"Alright, I'll drop it only because I have to go run some more tests," Hange snickered, standing to leave. "But you totally do and are only irritated by her because you’re in love her!"
They rushed off with another cackle before the piece of bread that was sitting on Levi's plate had the chance to hit them in the head.
∘ ∘ ∘ ∘ ∘
"Y/N doesn't have to."
"Huh?" She blinked, turning to Eren. Her mind had wandered when she met her Captain's stare from across the room.
The look he had on his face was indiscernible. Still as handsome as ever though, she thought.
She managed to give him a small nod without flushing bright red. A respectful acknowledgement to her superior. But when she averted her eyes, her brain decided to wander to…less respectful and more unsavory things.
And then Eren interrupted her daydreams about the Captain by talking about cleaning the bathroom.
"I said you never have to clean the toilets," Eren explained.
"What are you talking about?" Y/N was puzzled. "I've had to clean toilets before."
Everyone at the table let out a snicker. "Maybe before you joined Levi squad," Jean teased.
“Yeah!” Connie agreed, “All you have to do is run paperwork back and forth for him and Commander Erwin!”
Collective shouts of outrage and complaints echoed around the table. Y/N looked around bewildered.
“I still clean guys,” she huffed a light laugh, “Believe me. It’s probably just because I’ve been in his squad longer. Most squads make their new recruits do the grunt work, aka cleaning the toilets. It’s good for morale.”
Y/N patted a disgruntled Eren on the back.
“But i-it’s not just the cleaning,” Arming joined in, grabbing everyone’s attention. “He doesn’t yell at you very much.”
Y/N quirked an eyebrow, confused. Were they messing with her?
“He never really yells at anyone. Just glares at you, but I mean he’s still not my biggest fan,” she spoke slowly.
“Captain Levi’s laid into me before for missing a tiny speck of dust,” Eren grumbled bitterly.
“And, not to mention, he always adjusts your gear for you!” Sasha cut in. Everyone soon followed after her.
“He makes sure your horse is taken care of—”
“You always ride to his right so he can keep an eye on you—”
“Ok! Guys! Guys!” Y/N finally stopped them. “Look I’ve been on Levi’s squad for a while. I guess some of it is true, but I don’t get special treatment from him. I’m still his subordinate, so I’m putting in the work too.”
The teenagers glanced at each other and gave her a ‘is she serious right now’ look.
“That is the special treatment,” Mikasa finally spoke, calmly. No judgement hid behind her eyes like everyone else.
Y/N felt her face get hot.
There was absolutely no way. This was just how Levi’s always been with her. He’d made her clean rooms until her hands bled. He’d run her into the ground in drills. There was absolutely no special treatment from him.
She was just another one of his soldiers. The only one to survive from the old squad. Yeah, they shared some unspoken connection with everything that had happened, but with Captain Levi, that didn’t make her special.
At least she didn’t think so.
She was just trying to not make a fool of herself in front of the man and survive.
“Are you really that blind?” Jean asked before Y/N could get a word out. “It’s obvious you’re his favorite.”
She shook her head. “He doesn’t do favorites.”
“Look,” Armin started with a sympathetic smile, “All we’re saying is that he’s different when it comes to you. It’s almost imperceptible, but we’ve been around the both of you long enough to notice.”
Y/N opened her mouth and closed it. She didn’t really know what to say.
“I don’t know why she continues to deny it,” Jean muttered under his breath to Connie. “It’s clear she likes him too.”
Y/N’s head whipped over to him from across the table. She narrowed her eyes.
“I don’t,” she bit out. The teenager gulped nervously.
Y/N was considerably nicer than Levi, but there was a reason she was in the Special Operations Squad. Jean threw his hands up in the air and quickly changed the subject.
Everyone gave her one last look before finally dropping it too.
He wasn’t wrong though, but Y/N wasn’t going to admit that to anyone.
She had always admired the Captain for his strength and unwavering loyalty. Sure, he was one of the least emotional people Y/N knew, but deep down he cared.
Levi was kind in his own way, and she appreciated that. Not to mention, he was extremely handsome.
However, Y/N knew her affections—or tinsy crush—on him would never come of anything. That was that. End of story.
But the longer she thought about it, it didn’t feel like it anymore.
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Levi decided this was the end of the world. Not the Titans, not a plague, but Hange and their never ending stream of consciousness.
He was in his office attempting to do paperwork the following day, when they barged in going on about Eren’s abilities. He didn’t have an issue blocking out their rambling, throwing in an occasional ‘mhm’ when he thought appropriate.
But, he froze when he caught ‘Y/N’ at the tail end of their last sentence.
“What?”
Hange stopped and blinked. “I just ask if you’ve seen Y/N around today.”
Levi slowly lifted his gaze from the report in front of him. “No.”
They snorted.
He narrowed his eyes at them. “What does she have to do with the experiments you’re running on Eren?” He asked, carefully.
“She doesn’t. I saw her earlier and she couldn’t seem to shut up about you.”
Levi went utterly still.
“What was the brat on about now?”
Hange grinned. “Oh nothing. Just that the entire Levi squad was on her ass last night about getting special treatment from you.”
He rolled his eyes, resuming his task at hand. “I don’t give her special treatment,” he muttered. “Next time you say something like that, four-eyes, it better be important.”
“I’m just trying to help you out, Levi,” they sighed dramatically.
“Help me with what?”
“Your obvious crush on our dear, sweet Y/N,” they stated.
“I do not—” he started but they waved him off. “Don’t bother. You basically admitted it last night. She likes you too by the way.”
Levi’s hand stilled, ink dripping onto the paper from the quill he was holding. No. He chastised himself, mind already starting to spin.
“She doesn’t,” was all he said. Hange was quiet for a moment, studying him.
“That gives you hope doesn’t it?” They finally asked.
He looked up with alarm. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
The scientist gave him a sympathetic look. “You two have been through a lot together. It would make sense you know.”
Would it?
He had given up on the idea of attachment, romance, everything that resulted in caring for someone. Because to him, he was cursed. Everyone he loved had died.
“I can see you arguing with yourself,” Hange interrupted his train of thought. “Look I know you’ve been dealt some shitty cards. And you’re scared. But we don’t really have a guarantee for a tomorrow. I mean maybe you do, but it’s still not a hundred percent.”
Levi glanced away. They had a point.
“But think of it this way. She’s already proven herself capable. Hell, she rivals you in strength sometimes. Y/N’s odds are high. What’s the point in fighting everyday just to be miserable? You’re allowed to enjoy life even when it’s this shitty,” Hange concluded.
He didn’t respond as they stood up. With one last glance of their shoulder, Hange said, “Just spend more time with her. She’s just as scared as you are.”
The door shut quietly behind them, leaving Levi contemplating everything.
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"Mikasa, Armin, Eren, Jean, Connie, and Sasha, you all are on stable duty tonight,” Levi ordered after drills. “Jean and Eren, since you two decided to pick a fight during training, you all get to clean the toilets after.”
He glared at the young boys, ignoring the pointed stare from Y/N.
They both grumbled, but didn’t argue as they shuffled out. Before they were out of earshot, however, Levi heard Eren complain under his breath, “See. She doesn’t have to do anything again.”
“Wait,” Levi growled, narrowing his eyes on him. The boy turned around realizing his mistake.
“I want you running until the sun comes up Jaeger. You don’t speak about your veterans like that.”
“Captain—” Y/N’s sweet voice cut through the air. He shot her a look silently ordering her to stay out of it.
The others were gaping at the scene. Levi had never openly defended her like this.
Y/N was just as surprised.
“Y-yessir,” Eren stuttered.
Jean snickered ultimately earning himself the same fate. “Dismissed,” Levi snapped, and all of the teenagers bolted.
“You didn’t need to do that you know,” Y/N started before he could walk off. It wasn’t like he actually intended for it come out like that.
In all honesty, he didn’t even know where that came from. It was instinctive. An automatic reaction that came out when he heard the brat complaining about someone who had been in the Scouts longer than him.
Barely. He reminded himself. She’s twenty-two years old.
Levi’s face felt warm as he turned to her. Y/N was standing there with a hand on her hip. Brows furrowed in slight irritation.
“He was being disrespectful,” he argued.
“No. He was being a kid. And he kind of has a point,” she said.
Levi’s stomach dropped.
“I thought they were fucking with me when they originally brought it up, but the more I think about it, they’re right.” She pinned him with a hard stare he rarely ever saw unless she was on a battlefield.
“Did Hange say something to you?” Y/N asked when he didn’t reply.
His eyes barely flashed in shock. Y/N watched him closely noting the smallest change in demeanor.
“They might’ve mentioned it,” Levi said through his teeth, trying and failing to get a hold of his control. Y/N rarely ever challenged him like this. And it was a refreshing sight. She still had that spark. One that told him she was alive and fighting.
Rolling her eyes, she scoffed muttering mostly to herself. “Fucking loud mouth.”
Levi blinked at her change in attitude.
“Look,” she caught his gaze again. “I don’t need special treatment. You’re my superior officer. You can make me do whatever you want me to. Exactly like them. I’ll help them clean the stables, toilets, whatever. Just because I lived—which was a massive fluke—doesn’t mean I should be treated any differently than the new squad. I wasn’t even supposed to be with you when the female Titan escaped.”
“So stop treating me like I’m some fragile doll. I’m a soldier. Your solider—”
“You don’t think you were with me for a reason?” Levi interrupted angrily. Something came over him. It was like a tea kettle exploding from the pressure.
He was sick of this. Sick of feeling like this, hearing it from Hange, watching Y/N go about her life like she wasn’t the most precious thing to him.
Y/N froze, staring at him.
“There were risks,” he ground out, “There were risks with that mission and leaving the squad to carry out Erwin’s plan. And yeah, maybe I didn’t want you where I couldn’t see you.”
Levi’s deepest thoughts began pouring out of him.
“Because maybe I couldn’t fathom the thought of losing you. So I was selfish and took you with me that day. Maybe I couldn’t get you out of my head since the day you looked happy in that stupid field Erwin found.”
Levi was breathing heavily. The floodgates had opened and there was no stopping the words tumbling out of his mouth.
“You are one of my soldiers. But you’re the only one I cannot lose. So yeah, maybe I treat you better than the others because you deserve it. When you came to the Scouts you were broken by your family. You told me that. But that day…that day you finally looked at peace. And that did something to me,” he continued, shoving his hand towards his chest.
“Something I don’t take lightly because everyone I’ve ever loved died.”
He ran a hand through his hair, looking down at the ground and back up to her.
“And I hate that. You’re my subordinate. But I can’t get you out of my head,” Levi finally finished.
Y/N’s eyes were watery as she beheld the man in front of her. On one hand, she was surprised with his little outburst. Maybe she was completely blind like the others mentioned.
But on another…that was one of the kindest things anyone had ever said to her.
She never thought that Levi would notice her. He was right. When she first came to the Scouts she had nothing. No one. Her parents never really acknowledged her existence, and ‘friend’ had been a foreign word to her.
But the man in front of her saw her.
Levi cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck with stiff movements. He was moving in such an awkward manner that reminded Y/N that Humanity’s Strongest soldier was still a human too.
“Cap—” she started, voice cracking.
“You don’t have to say anything,” he mumbled, averting his eyes. “That was inappropriate of me.”
Y/N let out a strangled laugh. “I was going to stay that I really appreciated your words.”
She took a small step towards him. “And that you are the only person who’s ever seen me.”
Another step. Levi didn’t think he was breathing as she entered his space. Y/N hesitated, giving him the opportunity to walk away. She could see the fight in his eyes.
“I’ve always admired you,” she whispered. “But not just because you’re the strongest. You’re kind and caring. Even when you want to be difficult about it.”
“Tch.”
“I know it’s wrong, and I don’t know when it happened for me, but I feel the same way.” Y/N’s fingers brushed against his, but went no further.
He had to decide if this was something he really wanted.
Levi’s eyes widened at her confession, the tips of his ears turning red. He grabbed her hand anyways, tangling their fingers together.
“You need better taste in men,” he breathed, their faces somehow closer. She let out a small giggle. “No I don’t.”
In a blink, Levi pressed his lips onto hers. It was shy at first until he felt her relax. His hands instantly finding her waist and pulling her flush against him.
Levi deepened the kiss, gently tugging on her bottom lip earning a small gasp from Y/N. Pure male smugness washed over him, and she felt a hint of a smirk ghost across his mouth.
“We really shouldn’t be doing this,” he muttered, pausing for a breath of air, before crashing his lips back onto hers. “You’re the superior officer. Tell me to stop,” she teased.
Levi pulled away with a scowl. “Don’t say shit like that.” Y/N only giggled more, yanking him back in for more. He melted into it. He just couldn’t help himself.
“LEVIIIIIII!” Hange’s voice split through the air.
Like a bucket of cold water had been dumped on them, Y/N jumped away from him. His head snapped over his shoulder. They weren’t in sight yet, but he could hear them approaching.
Levi turned back to Y/N, slight panic on his face.
“It’s okay,” she said quietly, brushing her thumb across his lips to remove the evidence of her lip balm. “We take this as slow as you want.”
Levi’s eyes softened. “I should be the one saying that to you,” he replied, shaking himself off just as Hange rounded the corner.
They slowed upon seeing the pair trying and failing to hide the small smile creeping its way onto both of their faces as they looked at each other.
Hange smirked but decided to spare them for today at least.
“I’m still processing it too,” Y/N admitted, saluting her approaching Section Commander. They just waved her off.
“But it’ll be alright.”
Levi only nodded in agreement letting his face settle back into its usual bored look.
“What do you want?” He turned to Hange.
“The meeting started like ten minutes ago. I volunteered to come find you,” they said. Levi cleared his throat, finally remembering why he needed to end drills this early.
“Right. I’m coming.”
Hange grinned and turned on their heel. Almost as if they were giving them a moment to say bye.
“Come by my office later,” Levi murmured, turning back to Y/N and tucking a loose lock of hair behind her ear. Her face burned, but she nodded nonetheless.
“Yes, Captain,” she blinked at him with innocent eyes burning with something more. It sent a shiver down his spine. And just because he couldn’t help it, Levi leaned in placing a featherlight kiss to her lips.
“This stays between us for now,” he whispered, pulling away.
Y/N nodded, smiling. “Our secret.”
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i’m not sure I’m happy with this ending…like obviously they’re gonna be together but it just feels like a week ending with y/n being like “our secret”. may or may not change, but i hope you enjoyed nonetheless!
Can you make a postwar levi and female reader oneshot when they're dating for a while and the reader is usually a shy person but one night she was so horny that she rides him all night but when she woke up in the morning she was so embarrassed of how she was meanwhile levi was the happiest person ever by how bold she got with him tells her that it was the best sex in his life. 😩❤️❤️
The Morning After the Storm
Levi x fem reader
Post war Levi in canon world
783 words
It's the morning after, you're embarrassed and Levi reassures you.
The morning sun filtered softly through the curtains of the small, quiet cottage in the Marleyan countryside. Post-war life was peaceful, a quiet haven that you and Levi had built together after years of bloodshed. Usually, your mornings were predictable: Levi would wake up early, brew tea, and you, ever the shy, soft-spoken partner, would quietly join him, wrapping your arms around his waist with a gentle, timid smile.
But this morning, you woke up with the sheets tangled around your bare waist, your body aching in places you didn't even know existed, and a sudden wave of memories hitting you like a freight train.
Your face instantly burned hot. You grabbed the pillow and buried your face into it, letting out a muffled, horrified groan.
What on earth had gotten into you last night?
Usually, you were too shy to even ask for what you wanted in bed, preferring to let Levi take the lead while you hid your burning face in his shoulder. But last night... a switch had flipped. Driven by a sudden, overwhelming wave of pure horniness, you had completely taken charge. You had pushed a very shocked Levi back onto the mattress, straddled his hips, and ridden him with a fierce, breathless dominance that had lasted practically all night long. You remembered demanding things. You remembered ordering him around.
You wanted the earth to open up and swallow you whole. How were you ever going to look him in the eye again?
"If you suffocate yourself in that pillow, who's going to eat the breakfast I just made?"
A deep voice sounded from the doorway.
You peeked out from under the pillow, your cheeks burning hotter than a furnace. Levi was standing there, leaning against the doorframe. He was holding a tray with two cups of black tea and a plate of fresh bread. But the most shocking part was his expression. There was no scowl. No cold indifference.
Levi looked completely, utterly radiant. In fact, a soft, incredibly smug, and deeply satisfied smile was playing on his lips. His silver eyes were brighter than you had seen them in months, looking relaxed, happy, and thoroughly well-loved.
"Levi," you squeaked, your voice small as you pulled the duvet all the way up to your nose, trying to hide. "I... morning."
Levi chuckled. He walked over, setting the tray down on the nightstand before sitting on the edge of the mattress. He reached out, his calloused fingers gently tugging the blanket away from your face so he could look at you.
"Why are you hiding, brat?" he asked softly, his thumb gently wiping a stray lock of hair from your forehead.
"I'm... I'm embarrassed," you confessed, your voice barely a whisper as you looked anywhere but his eyes. "Last night... I was so bold. I wasn't myself at all. I'm so sorry, Levi, I don't know what happened to me. I must have seemed completely insane, throwing myself at you like that and... and ordering you around..."
Levi stared at you for a long moment, watching you squirm in your sweet, familiar shyness. Then, he let out a soft sigh, leaning down to press a deep, lingering kiss to your burning cheek, his lips brushing against your skin.
"You think I'm upset about last night?" Levi murmured, his voice dripping with an incredibly fond, possessive warmth. He cupped your chin, gently forcing you to look at him, his eyes melting with devotion. "Listen to me. You have absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about. Seeing you like that, so confident, so beautiful, completely taking what you wanted from me, it drove me out of my mind."
He leaned in, pressing a soft, adoring kiss to your lips, tasting the lingering sweetness of your sleepy breath.
"I've been alive a long time, darling," Levi whispered against your lips, a happy smile breaking across his face. "And I can tell you without a single doubt... last night was the absolute best sex of my entire life. If you ever want to lose your mind and ride me like that again, you have an open invitation every single day."
Your jaw dropped, your heart fluttering wildly in your chest at his praise. The sheer happiness radiating off him completely melted away your embarrassment. You let out a soft, emotional laugh, finally letting the blanket drop as you reached out, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down into the bed with you.
Levi let out a contented grunt, gladly wrapping his strong arms around your waist, burying his face in your hair as the two of you held each other in the warm, peaceful morning light.
Imagine the decision that bought you your final breath,
with Captain Levi.
levi x gn reader
Genre||Vibe; stay, "no.", i'm not risking you out there, final expedition, unprofessional order, scout and captain, "i should've...", duty over safety, duty over you, "please no, god no."
Summary; You were prepared for it, the expedition, in fact you've been prepared for it for months. What you weren't prepared for was a captain who told you to stay put and demanded to choose safety over the duty you've dedicated yourself to. He didn't give you a choice, yet you still forced to have the final say—whether he knew about it or not.
🗡tags; sfw || canon-compliant || angst || military relationship || captain levi || implied finality
🗡word count; 944
🗡a/n; am i going to be abusing my emotions for the next few posts? yes. yours too? i hope so. ENJOY!
“No.”
That’s what he’d said. That’s what Levi insisted with stern finality shutting down the short-lived argument between the two of you yesterday morning.
It was a simple no—him declining. Him not giving you the choice to even defy this one time he had said no to you. Maybe that was why you couldn’t take it, because you were used to not hearing no from him. Maybe because you knew it was a stupid request—to stay back for an expedition, especially coming from someone who was technically high authority. To stay safe while everyone else—while he was out there, beyond a wall you couldn’t cross the second he slipped once even when you knew he never did.
Levi didn’t even give you a valid enough reason to stay back. Professionally speaking.
Dangerous, he’d said. As if that wasn’t highlighted in the job description. Risky, he’d said. As if you didn’t have a dozen records of taking risks inside and outside the wall. Suicide, he’d said. As if that hasn’t been what you all were trained and prepared for.
None of what he’d argued with sounded enough to convince you to stay back—not that there would be any reason you’d take to agree.
But since the exchange stopped at the final no—since the expression he turned his back to showed nothing but remorse and defeat, he assumed you’d follow.
Hoped you will.
You hadn’t talked to him since that conversation. Not lunch at noon, not training during late afternoon, not the evening that felt colder than usual with the dread the scouts were carrying for the following day.
It made you feel all the more inclined to talk to Erwin—for clarity. For a decision you seem to not be able to make.
Which was why you now stood in his office, in the middle of the night, even past curfew, watching the commander look down at his papers, thinking. At this hour, you were usually in Levi’s office, bothering him, or just lounging there as if you weren’t a scout under him—as if you were everything and more to him.
You were.
You are.
Tonight, instead of the comfort of that scene before tomorrow’s expedition, here you were, tellin on him to Erwin.
The blonde man spoke, “You are a part of the formation,” he looked up, “and you’re still expected to join the expedition.”
A pause. You feel the air inside the office grow still, but you still bristled as if his words hit you cold enough.
“A verdict on that matter is above Levi's rank.”
All you replied with was a blunt nod, then dismissed. You were out of the office minutes later, feet dragging to your barracks, eyes glued to the cold stone ground.
You didn’t know why your heart twisted wrong. This was what you wanted, but knowing that it was the opposite of what Levi had asked of you—almost begged of you—suddenly the world felt like it tilted permanently.
You didn’t know how to straighten it back.
The morning’s atmosphere bled through the cracks of the barrack’s stone. It was busy, crowded, and filled with the kind of silence that was a mix of determination, fear and acceptance. The shuffle of metal against leather echoed around, gear brushing onto straps, blades clicking into gear slots, handles that rattled every time someone took them out of their holsters.
Amidst all the chaos, your mind was a mess.
Usually, during the hours before expeditions, you were conditioned enough. Your hands never shook, your eyes never trembled, your insides didn’t feel weak—but this time wasn’t like the previous times.
This time—something felt final.
That same hour, Levi stood in his office, eyes scanning about the familiar space before he turned to the door, hooking his cloak over his body.
Your conversation with him rang in his head for every second of the day yesterday, every minute the both of you decided that distance was the better choice after the argument. Each hour he’d wanted to look for you—to talk to you before the next day, before he left knowing that you’d be staying. He couldn’t, he didn’t. Not even now.
The hour the formation’s being managed at the open area nearing the gate, you were among the many heads, like any other scout on their horse. You checked over your gear then looked back up, settling your feet on the stir-ups of your horse—grounding yourself in a sense.
You haven’t seen Levi at all. Not at the headquarters, not the stables, not out here minutes before leaving the safety of the walls.
If only you could hop off your horse or stir it somewhere clearer just to get sight of him, you would’ve. You would’ve. You should’ve.
Maybe you should’ve looked for him this morning. Told him you’d be going, told him you wouldn’t just stay back while everyone else rode out. You should’ve told him you were here, that you choose to be here.
But you didn’t, and shit, you hoped you wouldn’t regret it.
Levi was at his usual position, just behind the commanding front. His eyes were straight ahead. He hadn’t seen you—and that kept his thoughts steady, that kept his worries bound. You were safe. To him you weren’t here to face the crap that half the regiment would likely not survive.
He knew the plan. He knew the odds. He knew that you would be fine.
When Erwin began yelling, when the smoke shell he shot out streaked towards the sky, Levi looked back, peering at the faces that might not come back.
His focus shattered the moment his horse thrusted forward.
There you were.
There you were.
'til next time. cheers, my love
p.s; as promised, two posts today! im inclined to connect this to tomorrow's post but EH, we'll see. yippee!
steam fogs across the bathroom mirror, sounds of the shower beating down onto tiles conveniently drowning out levi’s sharp hisses and quiet groans. his head leans into the shower wall, trembling hands fixed on his swollen cock as soft sighs of your name come rippling out of his parted lips.
“shit” he’s wincing breathlessly, twitching in his own grip as his eyes flutter shut, hot water gliding down his skin. it’s no use, he thinks to himself. he’s addicted to say the least, craving your gentle touch despite having spent the night fucking you lovingly into his soft sheets.
“levi?” you interrupt him, stood at the door, the faintest smirk on your lips. steady pattering of water just barely conceals his sharp gasp.
stripping yourself of levi’s white button down draped over your bare body, you approach the curtain separating you. as amused you are that your powerful, stoic soldier was touching himself with whispers of your name on the tip of his tongue—the burning desire to please him proceeds you.
“let me help, levi,” more of a plea and less a suggestion, you step into the water behind him, closing in on his backside to dip a hand around his waist. eager to replace his lazy grip, you fist his cock, kneading gently up and down with the pace he likes most.
“tch, can’t seem to get enough of you.” he huffs, but he relaxes into your touch straight away. you hum back, smiling at his slight frustration, tits pressing against his hard back. tender kisses trail up his shoulder blade to his nape. levi grits his teeth, head low between his arms holding himself steady on the wall ahead. you softly smooth over his leaking tip with a thumb, drawing out a deep breath.
he spins around abruptly, the sudden movement startling you as he fixes his hands around your blushing face, pulling you to his lips with fervor. he kisses you breathlessly, tongue aching to tangle with yours. small fingers instinctively reach out to his aching cock once more but he’s quicker than you, sinking down to his knees, face to face with your heat as the water beats down his back. he grabs your hips possessively.
the delicate weight of his tongue prods at your awaiting entry, and your eyes squeeze closed, hands settling in his wet raven locks, urging him closer. levi moans into you, nose grazing your clit as he tastes you with pride. a hand on your waist lowers between his legs while you ride his face, another rush of blood shooting right to his aching cock. unrelenting, kitten licks continue up your slit, the pressure already building up in your lower belly as you fight desperately to stand.
“ah—levi! feels so good..mm” you cry out, nails now digging in his shoulders for support as your orgasm nears. he shudders beneath you, skin hot under your touch and he reaches for your hand, locking your fingers together with a reassuring squeeze. he hums in contentment, dazed as he happily devours you, eager to have you finish on his tongue.
the sight of him so lewd, cheeks flushed while he pumps himself weakly, thighs squeezing together to chase more pressure, more friction. then your peak hits first, levi almost whimpering into your pussy as you spasm on his lips, lightly rocking your hips to chase his movements with soft mumbles of “yesyesyes” and “levi” between breaths.
his own release slides down his thighs when he stands, hot water rinsing away the milky evidence. your heart hammers in your chest beneath his sharp gaze. insatiable desire glossing over steel grey eyes narrowed at you, brows furrowed and he leans in. lips connect in a long, restless kiss. hands dip between your thighs as he groans.
“need to feel you,” it’s no more than a whisper, calculated fingers kneading at your clit as his free hand guides you over his thick length, hard and waiting. his swollen tip nudges at your sopping cunt, easing inside with slow, controlled drags of his hips.
“levi please—mph.. s’good levi” and his jaw clenches, the furrow between his brows deepens, an almost predatory growl rumbling deep in his throat. his thrusts stutter, relishing in your noises of praise and approval. every languid stroke meeting your sweet spot, you writhe in his embrace.
he backs you into the shower wall, leaning into your shoulder with another throaty groan as your head tilts, allowing him access to nip your neck. he wastes no time, covering the bare skin with sloppy kisses. grip on your waist firm as his other palm holds the tile for support. levi’s movements unwavering, long devastating shoves of his hips stretching you deliciously with filthy squelches.
levi takes you apart just as quickly he comes undone. every dull inch of his cock pulsing deep inside you, twitching helplessly as he damn near whines against your skin and his pace hastens. desperately fucking your pretty pussy raw, hips snapping with brute force.
“fuck—” levi mutters, lips parted hovering over you when he catches a glance of your bare tits bouncing slightly while you clench on him tight. the relief of your warm, welcoming crevices kissing every vein bulging from his shaft, so familiar when he finishes deep inside. molten gushes of white plug you full as you cum on his thick and heavy cock. trembling in his strong arms, you cry out in delight, shocks of pleasure unfurling through you head to toe.
body spent and overstimulated, you melt into levi’s hold, careful hands immediately wrapping around you to pull you close as he slips out with a pop. a sweet kiss presses to your head before he gently turns you, proceeding to help rinse your cum stained lips clean with his fingers. the touch is all but helpful, curious strokes between your slit and needy taps on your clit making you shiver.
“take it easy levi, can’t keep up” you murmur at the sensation, bud still sensitive, but it ignites a light chuckle and you feel him smirking behind you.
“trying to keep up is impossible, your stamina is no match for mine.” he teases, voice low, kissing your temple once more before drawing back leaving your pussy to ache in protest.
a/n: i love levi ackerman so bad i was giddy when someone mentioned him in my asks. this was inspired by anon!!! thank u i will take any opportunity to talk about levi. enjoy!
