You’re lying on the bed, reading a book, when Levi suddenly comes over to hug you, and you immediately know what he wants.
“Want some scratching?”
“Yeah.”
Your hand went to his undercut, gently scratching him there and making him close his eyes at the feeling. He didn’t even know he would love this until you tried it on him.
“You remind me of a cat.”
“I’m not a cat.”
“I didn’t say you are. I just said that you remind me.”
That shut him up, and you just smiled, continuing to do it until your boyfriend finally fell asleep.
fem!reader, sfw, fluff, you leave lipstick all over levi before a mission and the scouts find out, just something super cutesy & short while i work on some longer pieces hehe, pls ignore errors lol, 1.3k words
“promise you’ll come back in one piece?” you say, smoothing the wrinkle between levi’s brow with a kiss.
he glances up at you from under his lashes, crinkling his nose as a short, breathy laugh escapes him, one he tries to subdue. still, he can’t deny the happiness that slips onto his features, not when joy is so fleeting because of the life that the two of you live.
cold hands run across your back, down to your hips as you straighten his collar, kissing his sharp cheekbones, the bridge of his nose. “i’ve made it this far, haven’t i?” levi mutters, squeezing your sides gently before shifting you off of his lap.
he lifts you, sets you on the edge of his desk, causing some of the papers that erwin had dropped off earlier to crinkle. a smile graces your lips as levi stands, stretching his limbs behind him, the chair pushing away from the desk with a creak.
“i’m going to be late because of you,” levi remarks, eyes narrowed playfully, but he gives you another kiss on the lips, lingering there like it’s painful to pull away.
“then stop kissing me.” your hands splay across his chest, but you don’t push him away, feeling his heart beat under his ribcage, the melody that you will always come back to. still, levi tugs your hips forward, slots in between your legs, and kisses you even deeper. “it’s time for you to go, captain levi.”
a heavy sigh weighs against your mouth, his exhale warm as he pulls back. “sounds like you want me gone.”
“of course i don’t.” your voice softens as you play with his fingers for a moment, before he's tugging them away gently, withdrawing from your figure. “i'm going to have to find someone else to sleep next to while you’re away."
normally, you would’ve been going with levi and the rest of the scouts, but an injury from your last mission prevented you from going on any more for a few weeks.
levi snorts, putting on his jacket, fixing the leather straps across his chest. “is that all i’m good for? killing titans and keeping your bed warm?”
you make a face at him, then shrug, half-hearted as he stares back at you with amusement. then, you laugh, cheerful and free; you know levi will come back to you. he has no other choice.
levi makes his way towards the door.
“levi?”
he turns, the lipstick stains still visible on his cheek, dark against his pale skin. for a moment, you wonder if you should tell him—if he’d be mad if you didn’t.
but then you remember he’s going to meet with a squad of fifteen year olds that have all almost died alongside him. if they really have a problem with their captain being loved by you, then they don’t care about him as much as you thought.
you smile and shake your head, voice holding just enough mischief for levi to notice. “just be safe. i love you.”
he softens. there are times where levi is hesitant to say the words, still worried you will be taken from him. but this is not one of those times. not when you will be separated for days, his life once again in danger. “i love you too, sweetheart.”
within ten minutes, levi is down to the first floor, pushing into the room where the members of his squad are already waiting.
he’s only a minute late, but he feels like they must have been waiting for hours, the way that they are all gawking at him with wide eyes, connie’s jaw faltering slightly. “everyone here?” levi asks, doing a quick scan of the room, counting heads like he’s their babysitter.
no one says anything. eren’s eyes look like they might bulge out of his head, and jean covers his mouth, looking away as him and sasha let out a stifled giggle.
levi’s mouth draws into an even thinner line. “what the hell are you snickering about?" he grumbles, looking at each of them individually, wondering who will be the first to confess.
their eyes dart away dramatically, faces red. even eren, who is normally more obnoxious than the rest, seems to have run out of words to say.
his eye twitches; levi wonders if connie’s head might burst, or if sasha’s laugh will rip out of her first.
“well?” levi asks again, snapping, already tired of this mission. a hot cup of tea sounds nice, in bed next to you.
armin, as usual, is the one to speak up when no one else has anything intelligent to say. “well, sir,” the blonde says, gesturing towards his own face. “i think…”
levi touches his cheek, remembering all the places you’d kissed him earlier, wearing that pretty black dress and your dark lipstick. a sigh leaves him when he pulls his fingers away, the tips coming back, smeared with a deep red.
he should've known.
“i see," levi says, staring for a moment, before meeting eren's eyes, his lips finally widening into a grin.
“ooooh," eren sings, his expression smug as mikasa elbows him, her own features pinched tight. "the captain’s in looooove."
levi knows they are expecting a reaction, a spectacle of the fact that he adores you. but he’s never kept it a secret, and he’s certainly not ashamed of all the things he feels for you.
“and what if i am?” levi asks instead, pointedly staring eren down as the rest of the scouts watch the exchange. “honestly, i am surprised no one noticed sooner.”
eren’s jaw falters a bit; a small wave of silence falls over the scouts. you and levi don't make a point of hiding your relationship, but really, levi shouldn’t have been surprised that no one in his squad was observant enough to notice.
or so he thought, anyway.
historia’s smaller, high-pitched voice breaks up the quiet, repeating your name back to him, as if affirmation that you’re the one he kisses goodnight. a silly question really, considering levi has never looked at anyone else with the same kind of tenderness.
“it is her, isn’t it?” historia asks, smiling softly. “i only know because you’re always holding hands under the table when you think no one can see.”
levi raises his eyebrow. “clearly we were wrong about that.” though, of all the things to notice, he thought it’d be the way you kiss him after every mission, the way he’s harder on you than anyone else because he doesn’t want to lose you.
eren shrieks your name like he’s never heard it before, and levi is starting to wonder if the boy actually is an idiot. his old squad had known immediately; petra caught you sneaking up to levi’s quarters when you thought everyone else was asleep, kissing him on the cheek when you thought everyone's back was turned.
it’s been a long time since then, he supposes. maybe the years have taught you subtlety.
“how long have you been together?”
“does she actually like you?”
“do you—” connie makes a lewd gesture with his fingers. “you know.”
“connie!” jean shouts, whacking him on the back of the head. “what do you think! dumbass.”
“hey!" connie says, rubbing his head. “geez. i just can’t picture it.”
"i’d rather you didn’t." levi’s face turns sour, disturbed by a room full of teenagers discussing his private and romantic life. “bring it up again and i’ll leave you outside of the wall on the next mission.” he pauses, crosses his arms with an exasperated exhale. “and she likes me just fine. at least, she has for the past five years.”
“five—”
a new wave of questioning starts and levi pinches his temples, shakes his head, the red smear of lipstick still on his face.
levi almost wishes you could’ve been there to field the questions instead. you’ve always been better with the kids, connected with them a lot easier than levi had.
even if it was would’ve exposed his lovesick eyes, the tiny lift of the corner of his mouth when you were around.
Plot: A sleepy husband, a rainy night, and a small moment that makes your heart melt.
Content: Levi x female reader, fluff
It was a Sunday night. Raindrops tapping against the roof echoed through the foyer. It had been twenty minutes since Levi went to bed, and no sound came from him.
You had promised to join him after finishing a book. When you finally reached the bedroom, you were greeted by a heartwarming sight. Your husband was hugging your favourite plushie and sleeping. It was unusual, considering his insomnia, and the sight left you mesmerized. Carefully, you curled up beside him and pressed some kisses to his lips.
"I love you so much, Levi."
"Me too." Levi murmured in his sleep.
Dividers - @tsumiinum
a/n: I was cuddling my stuffed animals while writing this and wishing they were Levi instead. 😩
Morning comes quietly for Levi. No urgency, just pale light slipping through the curtains. He’s already awake. Old habits don’t fade, they just soften.
The kettle hums as he prepares for the day, movements precise, almost ritualistic. A few familiar faces drift in. He serves them without small talk, but they don’t seem to mind. There’s comfort in the consistency.
Later, when the shop is empty, he likes to spend his free time reading. His gaze lingers on the page longer than it used to, no scanning for threats, no tension in his shoulders. Just words, and the distant sounds of a town learning how to live again.
In the afternoon, he closes early and steps outside. There’s always something to fix. Wood to carry, walls to patch, hands to lend. He works quietly alongside others, not as a soldier, just another person rebuilding what’s left.
By evening, he’s back in the shop, wiping down already clean surfaces out of habit. When everything is in order, he pours himself a final cup of tea and sits in the stillness.
No battles. No commands. Just the quiet rhythm of a life that somehow kept going.
when you both have your first time — with each other
Save to say; this is not how he envisioned it happening. But neither of you prepared, either. It seemed so damn impossible just hours ago and now here he is. With you. Underneath him. Half-naked and beautiful as hell.
Taking a look at his pocket watch around his right wrist, it reads '2:30 am'. Everything within the barracks was dark, except for moonlight shining through your quarter's window and a lit candlelight on top of a small desk which helped illuminating the space. The perfect setting is already given.
Your relationship with Levi was a secret, mostly. Only Erwin and Hange are aware of it. And it's complicated. He never meant for whatever you two have to happen at all. Yet with your peculiar way of acting, stubborn personality and, dare he mention endearing habits, it didn't take long for the Captain to become enamoured of you.
Of course that means wanting to be with you.
Appearance may not be why he fell for you; being neat and tidy is all that matters, but you are fucking gorgeous to him.
With him now on top of you, knees and hands basically caging you underneath him despite his small height, he looks.. nervous for the first time ever since you've met him.
"So.. do I just put it in or what?"
At that, you just let out a small chuckle, sensing the nervousness radiating off of him in waves. *Kind of adorable*.
"Yeah, but be careful about it. Too rough and it will probably hurt me.”
His ever present frown deepens just a little bit after you informed him that there's a possibility of this whole ordeal being painful for you if he isn't careful enough. Nah, he can’t have that happening.
After that, his gaze drops down to your wet panties, knowing very well what’s underneath.
"This the hole for it, ain't it?"
Following that he, in a hesitant manner and slowly on top of that, put a finger there, feeling around the space. It's tight.
"Doesn't seem wide enough for the real thing, y’know.. sure you want it?"
Levi’s words make you roll eyes in fondness. He was not small down there and right now, the evidence of it is straining against his pants; he’s not as unaffected as he may be acting at the moment.
The foreign sensation of having one of this man's long, slender fingers inside you makes a shiver run down your spine.
He can't really tell what to do next. Levi's never done this shit before, obviously, with the way this stoic example of a man tends to dodge socializing or being intimate with people in any way like the plague as if they’re titans and in his way.
At least you never did, either. Two novices here.
For the longest time, he stays silent, blue-greyish eyes focused on you with a pensive look that betrays none of the innermost anxiety he is feeling tonight.
Eventually, with all the grace of a newborn baby, the Captain slowly moves downward as soon as he sees the encouraging, affirmative nod from you, until he’s aligned with your aching hole, wet and ready for him in every sense of the word.
The sight stirs something hot in his gut while taking off both his pants and underpants, manhood now free from its constraints.
“Take a deep breath for me, ‘kay?”
He says to you in his usually gruff, low voice before slowly, carefully pushing into you. Inch by agonizing inch.
You can’t help the quiet sigh of undeniable relief, although never having felt anything like this before. Then you reach out with both hands, steadying yourself on his broad, scarred shoulders with a tight grip.
It felt right — with him. And no matter how awkward or adorably clumsy, there’s no one else you’d rather have your first time sex with than Levi — the grumpy, stoic bastard who only ever gets soft in your vicinity.
a/n: sorry for the very long absence everyone. i promise when i say i didn’t mean to just leave like that, but moving’s been a huge pain in my butt and since most of the time i was doing things to help move along, as much as possible, there wasn’t much time left to spend writing. this is not as much, or good for that matter, as i’d have liked but i hope you can make do with this until i come back with something better and worth reading. so, sorry about that :,)
honestly this is kinda how i imagine first time getting it on would be w/him. if it sounds anything less than canonical i apologize for that in advance lmao i tried my best here and hope it somehow comes through, nonetheless.
Nothing in my head but there are signs that Levi is in love with you.
Levi was not an easy person to read. The cadets always found him quiet and stoic and strict. There was always a distance between the cadets and the Captain anyway.
But the Captain was a human as well. He had a beating human heart beneath the uniform jacket, and it started beating differently the moment he realised his heart chose you.
Levi was sure his nervousness was obvious on his face when you were giving a presentation on the lastest findings on titans, but all the other cadets could see was a grimace and thought he was hating the meeting.
And it often crossed his mind if you liked tea too. He had never seen you drinking tea (or at least he couldn't recall seeing you drink tea). At the end of one of the smaller meetings where you were attending too, Levi made tea for everyone just so he could study your reaction to his tea. When you grinned and took another sip, his eyes lit up with satisfaction.
And when you were tasked with running errands in nearby towns, Levi would volunteer to join you too as an escort or to "collect information in the towns" quoted Levi. But truth was, he wanted to spend time with you. With you being in Nanaba's team, Levi had close to no reason to talk to you. He had to create the opportunities.
With Levi by your side, you managed to complete your errands smoothly. The folks were extra happy to see the famous Captain in their stores and giving discounts and allowed you to negotiate prices easily. Levi would help carrying the things you bought. Initially, you declined his help, but he insisted and took the bags from you.
As a token of appreciation, you treated Levi to a cup of tea. He ordered a cup of plain black tea while you ordered one with milk. As you took a small sip on your tea, Levi spoke about how he had never had tea with milk before. You lifted your eyebrow with surprised, and offered Levi to try your tea. He hesitated for a moment before he gently accepted the cup and took a sip. The tea was warm and welcoming, sweet with the aroma of milk and honey with the refreshing tinge of black tea at the end.
You were studying his face as he placed the cup onto the saucer. "Well?" You asked. He nodded, "not bad". But all he could think of was you shared a cup, and now tea with milk would always remind him of you. This moment where you sat together crammed on a small table, drinking overpriced tea from delicate ceramic tea cups with saucers, and you beaming like the sun, would forever be that moment where he knew he would love you for the rest of his life.
Notes : y/n is black but I tried to be vague for interpretation 🫰🏾🫰🏾🫰🏾 (also sorry to any short people, just reimagine yourself)
Cw .ᐟ : mainly sfw, references past sexual activity
Syn. : His reaction when you bring up insecurities over your height difference after his comment on your shoes.
You’re laying tangled together in the sheets. Your back flush against his chest, held in place by his arm draped over your waist and his legs intertwined with yours.
It's been a long day and if it weren’t for the absentminded circles he was rubbing into your waist, you would’ve thought he was sleeping. You hated to ruin the peaceful atmosphere but only one thought had been plaguing your mind all day.
“Are you embarrassed by me?”
The question you’ve been working up the nerve to ask throughout your relationship. On one of his rare days off Levi wanted to spend his time making up for long nights away from you. Tomorrow was never promised and just seeing him return from excursions beyond the wall, alive and breathing, was enough for you.
But you couldn’t help but let the insecurities sink in. Today he took you around shopping in preparation of your dinner reservations. You picked out a variety of dresses, blouses, and shoes. He sat patiently in the fitting room, the corners of his mouth upturned as you twirled around the space. Never tiring from seeing outfit after outfit. Then you come out in your last and favorite option. A form fitting yellow body con mini dress, with a white pair of heels that have straps circling up your legs.
It was absolutely perfect. The bright color accented your tanned skin and the heels emphasized your already tall frame. But as you exited the stall his playful expression vanished. He narrowed his eyes, dragging them slowly from the top of your head, down your torso, settling on your legs and lastly the heels on your feet before meeting your eyes.
“ tch - You’re not wearing those shoes.”
You paused. This entire time he’d been spewing compliments giving out a low “baby that looks good” or “ you’re too pretty in everything I can’t choose.” Just for him to seem so disgusted now.
“Whats wrong? I thought you said —
“Just take everything you like and bring it to the counter i’ll buy it” He cuts you off & leaves without another word.
You play it off the rest of the day, choosing to wear sandals for your dinner date. You smile and laugh during the meal but with a fake enthusiasm that doesn’t reach your eyes.
You know you and Levi don’t look like the average couple. He’s petite where you have long limbs. Short but powerful, where you rise easily to 5’8 without even trying. Even in flat shoes, you still peer down at him.
Levi’s strength easily makes up for what he lacks in height, but standing next to you the difference is mockingly pronounced. He’s never said anything about it but you hear the crude whispers of others all the time.
“Looks like she’s walking with her little brother” or “That’s gotta hurt his pride”
Leading you to this moment, hours later being unable to sleep without knowing if the height difference is truly something that bothers him.
The circles his thumb has been tracing into your skin cease. You feel him tense & after a moment he says “What the hell are you talking about?"
He turns you towards him, but you quickly sit up looking everywhere but his eyes.
“The shoes earlier. You were fine with everything until I put them on.” Your voice is quieter than you mean it to be. “I didn’t realize my height might bother you. I won't wear them again.”
“That’s what you think?” You don’t answer and levi exhales through his nose. A small, irritated sound not directed at you but at himself.
He grabs your chin forcing you to meet his eyes and you see faint patches of red staining his cheeks.
“Baby I told you not to wear them because I wouldn’t be able to stop looking at you.”
You blink.
“…What? ”
“Those things,” he mutters as though offended, eyes flicking down your body as if he can still see them. “The straps. The way they go up your legs.”
His jaw tightens. “You were already tall. That just made it worse.”
Your heart drops again. “Worse?”
“For me,” he corrects, voice lower now. Releasing your face he drags you towards him by the back of your neck, guiding you down onto the mattress with him. Your back hits the sheets first and he follows, bracing himself over you for a brief second before settling onto his side again, one thigh hooking over yours to keep you close.
“I like how you have to bend to hear me. I like how you’re so sweet to me, how compliant you are even though you tower over me.” Leaning in closer he whispers in your ear, “And I fucking love your legs. Especially when I'm crushed between them when you ride my face”.
Heat rushes to your face and you squirm underneath him, not used to seeing him so straightforward in his desire for you.
“I wasn’t embarrassed,” he adds, voice firm. “I was trying to avoid having to kill anyone else who caught a glimpse of them.”
Your eyes start watering in relief, just knowing that he wants you as much as you want him regardless of the size difference. Thumbing at the tears slipping down our face, he positions you back against his chest. His grip tighter than before.
“I love you levi” you say softly, closing your eyes and finally feeling your tiredness take over.
He gives a small hum and just when you think he’s already drifted off, he whispers back “I love you too.”
There’s a long pause where you think he’s fallen asleep. His breathing evens out behind you. Then, voice rough with exhaustion and half buried in your hair, he mutters quietly —
“I climb 20 meter titans for a living, you think I'd be embarrassed climbing you ? Don’t be stupid.”
The bed dipping alerted Levi to your arrival. He turned the page of his book and said, "I thought you were going to take a shower."
"I am," you hummed. "In a minute."
In the back of his mind, a small part of him questioned why you kept to the edge of the bed. Looming ominously behind him. But the following few sentences on his pages recaptured his attention.
You, however, only took a few more deciding moments before crawling over Levi's lower back, placing a knee between his legs, and going in for the kill.
"–what the hell do you think you're doing?" He stiffened up immediately, laying his open book on the bed and twisting to look back at you. Eyes narrow in betrayal.
"Your ass looks nice." You laugh lightly. Hand squeezing and kneading the plushness of one cheek respectfully - you think. Something about ticking Levi off always made you giggle out of nerves or amusement. "You do it to me, anyway."
"Only when we're about to fuck." It's barely there, but he's basically pouting. His reading glasses slip a little down his nose, and your heart can't help but swell with adoration for this beautiful man.
“Or when you’re sleepy.”
He rolls his eyes at your call-out.
When he doesn't stop you completely, you fully straddle the back of his thighs, both hands now pressing against his butt.
"Why do you have all this back here, anyway?" Your laugh is carefree now, losing your shyness so your eyes can fully appreciate his body. Very plump. And very appealing when he's laid out on his front, curving his low back to accentuate the muscle of his thighs and ass. You thank yourself for getting him these sweatpants every time he wears them.
His sharp scoff paired with turning back to reading his book made you giddy. Resigned to enduring the groping of his backside from his strange partner he still feels an odd sort of affection for.
"Don't jiggle–" He lightly chastises when you do just that. Your cheeky kiss to the back of his head shuts down any real irritation. Hands roaming up to rub his shoulders and back down the length of him. 'I just love youuu.' Is your excuse. He only sighs.
When you're satisfied, you hop up, giving one last squeeze and a light tap as a parting gift, before wading over to the bathroom. "I'll be right back." He hums in response. Watching your retreating figure with soft eyes.
