#levi ackerman aot

[angelicarlert]

“The commander told me to tell you that you need to give me a kiss.”

Levi looked up from the papers he was reading, peering at you with raised eyebrows. His face remained neutral, unchanging, but on closer inspection, one could see a flicker of amusement in those cloudy, stormy grey eyes of his.

“Oh?” Levi mused, pushing his chair back from his desk, gaze following you as you moved closer to him. You’d taken off your Scout jacket and tied it around your hips, your boots having been toed off by the door upon your entry, leaving you to roam around in your socks. Levi would be lying if he said that seeing you like that—relaxed, unguarded, at ease, familiar—didn’t make warmth bloom in his chest and butterflies erupt in his stomach. “Did he, now?”

“He did.” You nodded matter-of-factly, straddling his lap once you were right in front of him. Levi let it happen, used to your antics at that point, and let his hands settle on your hips. “You can’t disobey the commander, captain. I wouldn’t want to report you for not following orders.”

Levi hummed. “Perish the thought,” he said, deciding to entertain you and play along with your little game. “Come here, then. Orders are orders.”

You giggled, and Levi’s lips quirked up into the tiniest little smile. Barely noticeable, but there. Then, without warning, Levi’s lips crashed against yours in a hot, passionate kiss, making you gasp, but you soon melted into the kiss. One kiss turned into two, two turned into three until soon enough, you were lifted onto his desk, papers scattering to the floor. He would certainly complain about the mess later, but that was future you’s problem.

The order had been a kiss, but it’s better to be thorough, right?

a/n: i saw a prompt on pinterest and sprinted to write this...in february. this has been in my drafts since february. sorry for the lack of writing, especially long-form, angels. as soon as life settles down, i’m hoping to get some longer writing done.

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[raenacreates]

It has been so long since I sketched anything, I feel so rusty! Going to try and get back in the habit.

[freakasaa]

⋆⁺₊❅. | LEVI X READER

a/n: merry christmas everyone and happy birthday Levi :D

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Levi loves you fresh out the shower.

You know how particular he is about cleanliness, so when his partner is all clean and soft…he adores it, more than he will admit.

So when you climb into bed beside him, hair damp and skin soft from your lotion, your not surprised to find him automatically pulling you towards him and onto his lap, straddling his muscular thighs.

“You showered?”

“Mhmm.”

Levi buries his face into your neck without a second thought, you shiver as you feel his nose brush against your neck.

He slowly meets your eyes. “you smell good.” he comments, a hand coming up to run through your hair.

He leans forward slightly, lips brushing against yours.

his lips latch onto yours, the hand in your hair moving to your cheek, holding your face as he kisses you.

You both slowly break away, you giggle as you notice the slight flush of his cheeks.

“Your blushing, Levi.” You tease.

“…i’m not blushing.” His eyes dart away from your face.

Levi’s greatest weakness was you, and despite his best efforts at hiding it, you see right through him.

[sleepykina]

Levi Ackerman x Reader

Part 2 of this since some people asked for it

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The strange thing about Levi Ackerman falling in love is that absolutely nothing changes.

At least on the surface.

He doesn’t become softer, doesn’t suddenly smile, doesn’t start complimenting you.

If anything, he becomes even more insufferable.

The squad immediately notices something is different.

Not obvious, just different.

Levi’s eyes follow you during briefings.

You somehow end up assigned to his side more often.

The captain who hated unnecessary conversation now occasionally asks you questions that have nothing to do with missions.

Small things like what book you’re reading, why you’re limping, if your shoulder still botheres you.

Tiny questions.

Tiny concerns.

Tiny cracks.

Nobody misses them.

Especially not Hange.

Meanwhile, you’re having your own problem.

Because somehow Levi keeps showing up.

You wake up early? He’s already cleaning. You stay up late? He’s still working. You go to train? He’s there too. You visit the stables? There he is.

It had gotten to the point you were convinced he was following you.

Then one evening you’re sitting alone outside headquarters.

The sun is setting.

The air is cool.

Peaceful.

For once.

You hear footsteps.

Without looking up, you already know who it is.

“Captain.”

Levi sits beside you.

Neither of you speak.

Five minutes pass, ten, fifteen, and somehow it’s not awkward.

Eventually Levi speaks.

“You don’t have to call me Captain when we’re alone.”

Slowly turn toward him.

“…What?”

He immediately looks annoyed.

“As long as we’re not on duty.”

You stare, not sure what to say. Because somehow this feels oddly significant.

Much more significant than it should.

“Then what am I supposed to call you?”

“Levi.”

The name sounds strange coming from him.

Like something private.

Something reserved.

You try it.

“Levi.”

Something unreadable flashes across his face.

Gone almost immediately.

But you see it.

And for some reason your heart stumbles.

After that, things become worse.

Or better.

You aren’t sure.

You start seeking him out.

Not intentionally.

At first.

You find yourself lingering after meetings.

Walking slower when he’s nearby, looking for him across crowded rooms, waiting for his sarcastic comments.

The problem is neither of you says anything.

Months pass.

Nothing happens but so does everything.

You learn his habits.

He learns yours.

He knows when you’re upset before anyone else. You know when he’s exhausted even when he’s pretending otherwise.

He starts saving a cup of tea whenever he thinks you’ll be working late.

Never mentions it.

Just leaves it there.

You start fixing paperwork mistakes before he finds them.

Never mention it.

Just do it.

The two of you become a partnership without ever discussing it.

One night an expedition returns badly.

Too many casualties.

Too many funerals.

Too many empty beds.

The entire headquarters feels heavy.

You can’t sleep.

So you end up outside, staring up at the stars trying not to think.

Footsteps.

Again.

Always him.

Levi sits beside you.

No questions.

No lectures.

No empty reassurances.

Just presence.

Minutes pass.

Then quietly—“I hate this.”

You don’t specify what.

You don’t need to.

Levi stares at the sky.

“Yeah.”

The word is barely audible.

But somehow it means more than any speech could.

Because Levi never admits weakness.

Never.

Yet here he is, sharing it with you.

You realize then that he trusts you.

Completely.

And the realization steals your breath.

You look over.

He’s already looking at you.

For a moment neither of you move.

Neither of you speak.

The world feels strangely small.

Just the two of you.

The stars.

The silence.

Then Levi looks away first.

And the moment breaks.

But neither of you forget it.

A few weeks later, things finally go wrong.

You get injured.

Not badly.

But enough.

Enough to scare him.

A Titan grabs your leg during an expedition.

You escape, you survive.

Everything is fine.

Except Levi witnesses the entire thing.

The second you’re safely back behind the walls, he rounds on you.

“You call that being careful?”

“What?”

“You nearly got yourself killed.”

“I was fine.”

“You weren’t.”

“I am now.”

“You—”

He stops, jaw clenched

The anger doesn’t make sense.

Not this much.

Not for a minor injury.

And suddenly you understand.

“Levi.”

The anger vanishes instantly.

He knows you’ve figured it out.

“You scared me.”

The words seem dragged out of him reluctantly.

Your heart nearly stops.

Because doesn’t say things like that.

Not unless he means them.

And he never says things he doesn’t mean.

After that, there’s nowhere left to hide.

It’s late, again.

At this point, neither of you question why you’re still awake together after everyone else has gone to bed.

The reports are finished.

The office is quiet.

Neither of you have left.

You sit across from Levi, absentmindedly turning a pen between your fingers.

Outside, the headquarters is silent.

Peaceful for once.

“You should get some sleep.”

You glance up.

“You’re one to talk.”

Levi clicks his tongue.

A few months ago that would’ve been the end of the conversation.

Now the silence settles comfortably.

Neither of you rush to fill it.

You study him for a moment.

The dark circles under his eyes.

The way exhaustion sits in his shoulders.

The slight crease between his brows.

He’s tired.

He always is.

“You know,” you say quietly, “you’re allowed to let other people handle things sometimes.”

Levi snorts.

“That’s a terrible idea.”

“Not everyone is incompetent.”

“Most people are.”

You roll your eyes.

And for some reason, Levi’s gaze lingers.

Just for a second longer than normal.

Your smile fades.

Not because you’re uncomfortable.

Because suddenly the room feels smaller.

Quieter.

Levi notices it too.

You can tell.

The air changes.

Subtle.

But undeniable.

Neither of you look away.

For months you’ve danced around this.

For months you’ve pretended those moments meant nothing.

The late-night conversations, the concern, the way he always looked for you after expeditions, the way you’d find yourself searching for him in every room.

Levi exhales slowly.

Then he stands.

You expect him to leave.

Instead, he stops beside your chair.

Your heart immediately starts acting ridiculous.

“Levi?”

He looks down at you, his expression unreadable.

For a moment, it seems like he’s about to say something.

Levi leans down.

And kisses you.

It’s not dramatic, not rushed, just certain.

Like a decision he’d already made weeks ago.

Maybe months ago.

His hand shifts to the side of your face, careful and slightly hesitant.

The way he handles things he actually cares about.

When he finally pulls back, the room remains silent.

Then he steps back.

“…Took us long enough.”

You stare at him before laughing.

Levi immediately looks irritated.

Which somehow makes it even better.

“You say that like this wasn’t entirely your fault.”

“Tch.”

Not a denial.

And somehow, that’s even more satisfying.

© SleepyKina 2026. Do not steal, translate, feed my work into AI, or repost on any other platforms other than tumblr.

[leviismybby]

This is so sexy and I can't explain why....

[wittyjasontodd]

Levi is beefier in s4 I refuse to believe other wise

Am I crazy or am I the only one who noticed this?

MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN

[levisfavcadett]

SOMEBODY FUCKING SEDATE ME HES SO FINE WTF

(artist is linkim_2222eng on twt)

[lilacxquartz]

headcanons for which your cold and jaded superior—levi ackerman—gradually softens up to you while learning of a deep, dark secret — based on this ask • themes/warnings: x f!reader, implied trauma disclosed, it isn’t ever verbally said but there is a strong implication towards past SA, reader is inexperienced/a virgin and while nothing graphic happens, there is a build-up towards gentle intimacy (a hug) • w.c: about 900ish

Levi Ackerman, who didn’t care all too much about you when you first joined his squad. Truth be told, he thought you wouldn’t last too long at all, so dismissing you from the first interaction onwards felt safer. At least much more so than getting to know yet another eventual face to bury.

Levi Ackerman, who found it annoying when he’d catch you lingering around the barracks long after everyone else had gone off to sleep. He found it so strange that you often stood there in place with your head tilted up, your mind somewhere in the clouds.

​Once, he decided to confront you about it, only to be met with a flinch and a shove that sent him stumbling back a step. Your eyes were all glassy when they landed on his, coated in tears that were ready to fall. You looked at him like he had cornered you—as if he were about to hurt you.

​He wasn’t offended when you looked at him like that, no, but—

He also didn’t know what to do with himself.

​Levi Ackerman, who, after that, made an effort to notice all of those other things about you, no matter how small. He shrugged off the nonchalance he wore around fresh faces, reminding himself that you were his squadmate, so therefore, to a degree, your responsibility. Only when he started to take extra care did he begin to see the way you so easily startled when someone’s hand or shoulder brushed past you when they walked by, or how you would dissociate during field missions.

​It was around then when the way you acted started to feel familiar; it was how he acted when processing grief, after all.

​Leading him to understand that you were working through something traumatic.

​He should have known.

And over time, he put together the pieces without ever needing you to say what it might have ever been out loud, with certain things like context clues guiding him closer to the answer he once so naively sought, leading him to the conclusion that it might have been someone who hurt you in the past. Given the way that you often recoiled from closeness, he guessed it was personal enough.

When, also, you finally were brave enough to disclose the truth on your own, he went strangely quiet, or at least more so than usual. You told him all about how you were hurt—how you were touched—how you then lost yourself to the pain. Anger rose from within him on your own behalf, and he felt profoundly disappointed—but not surprised—that people like that existed, let alone breathed the same air he did. Still, he kept his anger concealed and didn’t let his fury reach you, understanding that all you needed right then and there was someone who accepted you.

​In turn, giving you his support, his shoulder to cry on, his sheer presence, if it meant you wouldn’t have to suffer this all alone anymore.

​And indeed, you did not—

​For it was you who joined the military as a means of surviving something you could never quite outrun, wasn’t it? You convinced yourself—perhaps foolishly—that if you poured all of your misery into something essentially terminal, then you could disappear when it all went south.

​Even when you performed well on the initial assessment and even when you did act like the ever-so-disciplined soldier they wanted, you were still set aside, told to wait. Someone told you it was nothing to worry about, that it was that… they hardly ever got adult recruits. That you needed to be in a team that fit you.

Which was how you ended up working alongside a man with the coldest eyes you had ever seen.

It was you who found yourself flinching whenever he got too close, not that it was ever his fault for spooking you, nor your fault for reacting. You tried so hard to push him away, to keep things strictly professional, but he never provoked you to do anything other than take your time, and as you did, the pieces that barely kept you together slipped loose all on their own.

It was you, then, against all reason, who began to fall for him anyway, even when you swore off everyone else left in the world. It was just the fact alone that he recognised your pain for what it was, and that meant a lot more than anything else ever did. This wasn’t a person who wanted to hurt you—not like they did back then—in fact, all it ever seemed like was that Levi only ever wanted to help you.

It was you who felt your breath hitch when you realised he quite possibly felt the same way, leaning in for a kiss—which was rare of him to do—only to have you pull back, your shoulders close in on themselves, your hands ball into fists—

“That’s alright,” he murmured, his voice low and soft, nothing but reassurance in his tone.

But it was still you who trembled, it was you who shook, and you who tried to push him away—

“I’m not,” you said too quickly, all breathless and shaky, “I-I’m not— I don’t— I want my firsts to be my own, and this feels like it, but—”

“They’ll be on your own terms, then,” he said decisively, understanding perfectly well, pulling away, allowing you some space.

At that, though, it was still you who felt as if something in you was freed.

You met him with not a kiss, but a hug, holding on with all that you had—

Just about nearly breaking under the weight of how lucky you were to find him in a place that you had gone off to disappear.

And Levi Ackerman, who, on the other hand, finally felt something in him settle, because all of the care he once withheld had finally found somewhere safe to go.