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Breaking and Entering

Levi x fem reader

1.3K

Modern AU

You've had enough of the silence, so you go over to Levi's house to confess your love. He doesn't let you in, so you break in.

The rain was just starting to drizzle over the city streets, mirroring the storm raging inside your chest. You didn't care about the damp weather. You didn't care about how late it was. You were done with the silence, done with the distance, and done with the ache in your heart.

For years, you, Levi, and Erwin had been an inseparable trio of best friends. And for just as long, you had been desperately in love with Levi. You had hidden it out of pure terror of ruining the group dynamic, constantly running to Erwin for advice on how to handle your overwhelming feelings. Erwin, being the observant saint he was, knew exactly how you both felt and had spent months practically begging both of you to just confess already.

But somewhere along the way, Levi's brilliant mind had short-circuited. Seeing you whisper with Erwin, hug Erwin, and seek out his counsel had driven Levi to the darkest, most agonising conclusion: he thought you were in love with Erwin. So, he did what he thought was the noble thing. He pulled away. He stopped answering your texts.

And it had officially broken you.

You stormed up the porch of Levi's modern townhouse, your sneakers squeaking on the wood, and began violently banging your fists against his heavy front door.

"Levi! Open this damn door right now!" you screamed, your voice cracking with a mix of fury and tears. "Levi! I know you're in there! Don't you dare ignore me!"

From the other side of the thick wood, you finally heard his heavy, stomping footsteps. But the lock didn't turn. Instead, his deep voice barked out, sounding exhausted and laced with a bitter, defensive poison.

"Go home, brat. I'm not opening the door. Run back to Erwin. Go let your boyfriend take care of all your needs and leave me out of it."

Your jaw dropped. You banged on the wood even harder. "We're not dating, you absolute lunatic! Erwin is not my boyfriend! I don't want Erwin, I want you!"

"Go away!" Levi roared back, his voice thick with a raw, agonising emotion that made your heart bleed. "I'm done. I'm done with the games, and I'm fucking done with the longing. Just leave it alone."

"You are a fucking idiot, Levi Ackerman!" you shrieked at the top of your lungs, kicking the bottom of the door. "You are completely blind to emotions! You have the emotional ability of a hard shit!"

A harsh, bitter laugh echoed from the other side. "Oh, really? I'm to blame? You're the one who spent the last six months throwing yourself at Erwin every chance you got! What the hell did you expect me to think?!"

"He is our friend!" you sobbed out, your chest heaving as the rain began to fall harder, soaking your hair. "Friends support each other! He wasn't taking me from you, you dumbass! He was supporting us to be together! He was trying to help us become a couple because I've been too terrified to tell you how I feel!"

Suddenly, the shouting stopped. The space behind the door went quiet. You could practically hear the gears in Levi's stubborn brain grinding to a screeching halt as the reality of your words started to pierce through his defensive walls.

For a long moment, there was nothing but the sound of the rain. Then, a quiet, muffled, and tense voice came through the wood. "I'm... still not letting you in."

"Fine! You think a locked door is going to stop me?!"

You spun on your heel, scanning the side of his house. Your eyes locked onto the sturdy metal drainpipe that ran directly up the brick facade, passing right beside the window of his second-floor bedroom. Adrenaline and pure determination flooding your veins, you grabbed the metal pipe and kicked your feet up against the brick.

Inside the house, Levi must have heard the scraping, because his bedroom window suddenly slammed open above you. He leaned out, his eyes wide with absolute horror as he saw you already halfway up the wall.

"Are you completely insane?!" Levi shouted down at you, his hands gripping the windowsill. "Stop climbing! You're going to break your fucking neck, get down!"

"I'm coming up!" you yelled back, swinging your leg over and scrambling onto the brick ledge. With one final, ungraceful heave, you threw your body through the open window, tumbling headfirst onto the hardwood floor of his bedroom in a breathless, tangled heap.

You scrambled to your knees, pushing your damp hair out of your face, a triumphant, manic grin breaking across your lips. "I'm in!"

Levi stood at the entrance of his bedroom. He looked at you shivering on his floor, his hands curling into tight fists at his sides. "I'm calling the police. I'm literally calling the cops on you for breaking and entering."

"Do it!" you challenged, standing up and marching right up to him. "Call them! Because as soon as they let me out, I am coming straight back here and doing it all over again until you look at me!"

Levi opened his mouth to snap back, but as he stared at you, standing in the middle of his room, drenched from the rain, fiercely beautiful, and looking at him with a fiery passion, all the anger drained out of him. A deep blush instantly rushed up his neck, staining his cheeks a brilliant, dark crimson. He loved you so much, and seeing you fight this hard for him was making his entire universe tilt on its axis.

You didn't give him another second to think.

You rushed forward and jumped straight into his arms. Instinctively, Levi’s old habits took over; his powerful arms snapped around your waist, catching your weight effortlessly and lifting your thighs around his hips.

You crashed your lips against his.

The kiss was frantic, messy, and deeply passionate. It carried the weight of years of silent longing, hidden glances, and the agonising pain of the last few weeks. Levi let out a low, shattered groan into your mouth, his grip tightening around your behind as he kissed you back with a fierce, starving desperation, his tongue tangling with yours as if he were trying to anchor his entire soul to you.

You finally pulled back just an inch, your foreheads pressing together, your breath hitching as you cupped his burning, flushed cheeks. "I love you. I love you, Levi. I've always loved you. You are my world, you idiot."

Levi’s eyes softened, a glossy, emotional sheen covering them as he stared up at you, his chest heaving. "I love you more than anything," he choked out, his voice cracked. "More than anything in this world."

Without breaking eye contact, he turned and carried you over to his large bed. He fell forward onto the mattress, bringing you down beneath him, but he didn't let you go for even a fraction of a second. The moment your backs hit the blankets, Levi was kissing you again, over and over, pressing soft, desperate, and worshipful kisses to your lips, your jaw, your eyelids, and your neck.

"I'm so sorry," he mumbled against your skin, his hands tangling in your damp hair. "I'm so fucking sorry for all the nasty things I said at the door. I was just so jealous... it was killing me, I was losing my mind..."

You let out a soft laugh, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling his lips back down to yours. "It's fine... It's all fine, Levi. As long as you're mine now. That's all that matters."

A beautiful, tender smile broke across Levi’s face, a smile reserved for you. He leaned down, kissing you with a sweet, profound certainty that sealed your hearts together forever.

"Every single inch of me is yours," he whispered against your lips, his silver eyes shining with devotion. "Forever."

Off the Beaten Path

Levi x fem reader

Modern AU

3.5K

Secret relationship - you get intimate on a hike, then later on in your tent.

The View from the Seat

Levi x fem reader

Post war canon world

Levi admires you in the shower before eating you out and then making love to you.

The steam in the cottage bathroom was thick and warm, smelling of the lavender soap Levi had bought for you on his last trip into the village.

You stood under the spray of the warm water, your eyes closed as you let the droplets wash away the fatigue of the day. You slicked your hair back over your shoulders, running your soapy hands down the soft curves of your hips and thighs. You were completely lost in the relaxing heat, unaware that the bathroom door had quietly clicked open.

Levi stepped inside, the cool air from the hallway swirling the steam. He was exhausted from a long day of helping the scouts clear old rubble, his dark hair damp and his shoulders heavy. He stopped near the doorway, leaning his weight against the frame for a long moment as his single, piercing eye locked onto your silhouette through the translucent glass of the shower.

Watching you like this, safe, beautiful, and untouched by the horrors of his past, was his favourite form of therapy.

After a minute, his bad knee gave a familiar, dull ache. With a low tch, Levi quietly moved over to the small wooden vanity chair tucked in the corner of the room. He took a seat, stretching his scarred leg out to rest it, and leaned back. He rested his chin on his fist, completely mesmerised, enjoying every single moment as he watched the water cascade down your skin.

As you turned to rinse the soap from your front, your eyes fluttered open, and you finally noticed the dark, sturdy figure sitting quietly in the steam.

A soft, happy smile broke across your face. You wiped the water from your eyes and leaned slightly against the shower frame. "Hey, handsome. Do you want to join me?"

Levi’s mouth twitched into a faint, affectionate smirk. He didn't move an inch from his seat, his silver eye tracking the way the water glistened on your full breasts and hips. "No, brat. Don't mind me. I'm just enjoying the view. Finish up."

Your heart fluttered. You finished rinsing off, the heavy weight of his gaze making your skin tingle with a sudden, building arousal. When you turned off the water, you grabbed a towel, mindlessly drying off just a bit before stepping out of the stall, leaving your skin slightly damp and glowing.

You took a slow, deliberate step toward him, your wobbly knees already reacting to the dark, intense hunger suddenly swirling in his lone eye.

The moment you stood within his reach, Levi didn't hesitate. His large, calloused hands slid directly onto your bare thighs. The contrast of his rough palm against your soft, damp skin made you let out a gasp. He ran his hands slowly, heavily up your thighs, his thumbs parting your legs slightly as he tilted his head forward.

Levi leaned his face in, pressing a flurry of deep, hot, and lingering kisses right against your pelvis, his breath burning against your sensitive skin.

You whimpered, your fingers instantly tangling into his short, dark hair as your hips bucked slightly against his mouth. Satisfied with your reaction, Levi’s hands slid further back, wrapping securely around the plush, heavy curves of your behind, his fingers digging into the soft flesh and gripping you with a bruising, possessive tightness.

He slowly slid down a bit lower in his wooden seat, his silver eye darkening to a near pitch-black as he looked up at your wet, aching centre.

"Stand over me," he mumbled against your skin. "Step right up to my mouth. I want to eat you. I need to taste you right now."

Your breath hitched. Following his command, you stepped closer, straddling him as you stood directly over his face, holding onto his broad shoulders for dear life.

Levi didn't wait another second. He parted your outer lips with his fingers, exposing your glistening, swollen bundle of nerves to the warm air. He leaned in and buried his face in your heat, his tongue delivering a long, slow, and incredibly deep stroke from the bottom of your opening all the way up to your sensitive clit.

A loud, shattered moan tore from your throat, echoing loudly off the tiled walls of the steaming bathroom.

Levi was so incredibly passionate, so loving, and so thorough. He didn't rush. He used the steady, unhurried pace of a man who had all night to worship you. His tongue lapped at your wetness, drinking you in greedily, while his thumbs rubbed your hips to keep you pinned against his mouth. Every time you tried to pull back from the overwhelming pleasure, his grip on your behind tightened, pulling you back down against his face.

The bathroom filled with the messy, wet sounds of his devotion and your high, ragged moans. Your legs shook, your thighs trembling against his shoulders as he relentlessly licked and sucked you, driving you closer and closer to the edge.

"L-Levi... oh God, Levi, please," you cried out, your head lolling back as your vision blurred from the pure ecstasy.

"Take it, brat," he murmured against your wet skin, his voice a deep, gravelly purr of absolute satisfaction right before his tongue gave one final, heavy swirl against your clit.

You completely exploded, your body bucking wildly against his face as a massive, pulsing orgasm ripped through you. Levi stayed right there, drinking in every single drop of your release, holding your shaking, wobbly frame securely in his arms as you melted into his embrace. He pulled you down into his lap, kissing your trembling lips deeply, his silver eye promising you that this was only the beginning of a very long, beautiful night.

As the last tremors of your climax washed over you, leaving you a boneless, panting mess in Levi's lap, a low chuckle vibrated deep in his chest.

"Still wobbly, brat?" he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your damp shoulder.

Before you could even form a coherent sentence to reply, Levi’s strong hands shifted, gripping the thick curves of your hips and thighs. With a sudden, breathtaking display of his old, legendary strength, he rose from the wooden chair, lifting you off the ground with him.

You let out a soft gasp of surprise, instinctively wrapping your arms around his neck. Even with his bad knee, his battle scars, and the years that had passed, his core strength was completely unshakeable. He held your frame as effortlessly as if you weighed nothing at all, proving without a shadow of a doubt that he was still the strongest man you would ever know.

"Levi," you giggled breathlessly, your heart fluttering at the effortless way he carried you.

"Hold on tight," he purred, his silver eye gleaming with pride.

He carried you out of the steaming bathroom and down the short, quiet hallway of the cottage, his footsteps silent against the floorboards. When he reached the bedroom, he leaned down and laid you against the soft cotton sheets with deep affection.

The mattress dipped as his heavy frame followed you down. Levi shifted his weight over you, wrapping his arms securely around your body and caging you in a warm embrace. His skin was still radiating heat, his chest pressing against your bust as he captured your lips in a deep, intoxicating kiss.

The kiss was slow, wet, and incredibly tender. As his tongue tasted yours, your hands eagerly travelled down his stomach, your fingers quickly working the fastening of his trousers. You pushed the fabric down, finally freeing his thick, heavy length.

Levi groaned softly into your mouth, his hips naturally rolling forward to brush against your wet, waiting centre. He propped his weight on his forearms to keep from crushing you, his silver eye locking onto yours with an expression of pure adoration.

"I love you," he whispered, his rough thumb gently brushing a damp strand of hair from your forehead.

"I love you too, Levi," you breathed, tilting your hips up in a silent, desperate invitation.

With a low, steady exhale, Levi slowly pushed forward. He didn't rush. He sank into your slick, pulsing heat with slow, delicate precision, letting your body completely adjust to his thick girth. The feeling of him filling you up was a sweet, heavy pressure that made your eyes flutter shut, and a soft, beautiful sigh escape your lips.

Once he was buried completely to the hilt, he paused, letting out a ragged breath as your tight walls gripped him.

Then, he began to move, and it was the most delicate, gentle lovemaking you had ever experienced.

There was no aggression, no frantic need to prove anything. Every thrust was slow, deep, and deeply intentional, a worshipful rhythm designed only to show you exactly how cherished you were. He withdrew just enough to feel the sweet friction before driving his hips back down, gliding smoothly against your sweet spot with every single stroke.

Levi kept his arms wrapped around you, occasionally leaning down to press soft, lingering kisses to your collarbone, your jaw, and your lips. His movements were the ultimate comfort, steady, safe, and passionate. The quiet stillness of the post-war world outside faded away, leaving only the soft rustle of the sheets, his low, gravelly murmurs of praise, and the overwhelming, tender warmth of the man who loved you with his entire soul.

The gentle creak of the mattress and the soft sound of your skin sliding together filled the quiet bedroom. Levi kept his pace smooth and unhurried, his heavy chest pressing against your bust as he rocked his hips into yours with a deep, mesmerising pace.

Every slow, deliberate thrust was targeted perfectly, building a sweet, thick warmth deep within your lower abdomen. You felt safe, enclosed in the fortress of his arms, your fingers digging lightly into the hard muscles of his shoulders.

The pleasure built so softly that it caught you by surprise, a gentle, rolling wave that suddenly made your breath catch. Your inner muscles began to quiver, clamping tightly around his thick length in a tender release. You let out a quiet whimper against his jaw, your body melting beneath his weight as you came so softly in his arms.

Levi let out a groan at the tight, pulsing squeeze of your climax, his single silver eye locking onto your flushed face with love.

"Good girl," he praised roughly, as he leaned down to kiss away the sweat on your forehead. "Look at you. So beautiful for me. You take me so well."

He stayed buried deep inside you for a few moments, letting you ride out the sweet aftershocks of your release, his thumb lazily tracing your lower lip. But the tight, wet heat of your body was driving him insane, and he wasn't anywhere near finished with you yet.

With a low grunt, Levi gently shifted his weight. He hooked his hands under your hips, easily lifting and turning your frame until you were resting on your hands and knees. He settled himself right behind you, his powerful thighs framing yours as his eye darkened with a sudden, building heat.

The gentle sweetness of before naturally shifted into a deeper passion.

Levi leaned over your back, his broad chest pressing against your spine as he re-entered you in one deep, smooth stroke. A loud, shattered gasp tore from your throat as he buried himself to the hilt from behind. He didn't wait; his hands locked securely onto your hips, anchoring you to his body as his pace quickened into a heavier, more authoritative rhythm.

"Ah... Levi," you moaned out, your head dropping onto the pillows as his thick length claimed you.

"I've got you," he rumbled against your ear, his breath hot and ragged as he drove into you with a powerful, unshakeable momentum. This position allowed him to sink deeper, the heavy friction of his pelvis hitting against your behind sending a white-hot spark straight to your core.

He was relentless, his old scout strength carrying him effortlessly through the night. His movements were fiercely passionate, a beautiful, breathless pace that made your senses spin all over again, ensuring that neither of you would be getting any sleep until the sun finally came up.

High Stakes and Heavy Fire

Levi x fem reader

Modern Au - spies

Your cover is blown and you have to fight for your lives, but also for your feelings.

The grand ballroom of the glass pavilion was supposed to be a standard extraction, but the heavy glass windows shattered into a million glittering pieces the second the first mortar hit.

Your deep-cover mission, playing a blissfully wedded, wealthy couple, had just gone completely sideways. The target’s syndicate had sniffed out the trap, and now the entire facility was crawling with mercenaries.

Alarms wailed, mixing with the deafening roar of automatic gunfire. You dove behind a heavy marble pillar, the silk hem of your emerald cocktail dress tearing slightly as you hit the floor. In a flash of movement, Levi slid in right beside you, his tailored black suit jacket dust-streaked but his posture completely unshakeable. He gripped his silenced pistol with his steady, calloused hand, his sharp eyes scanning the room as he emptied a clip into an advancing guard.

Even though you both harboured a fierce, buried love for one another, the unspoken tension between you had always been masked as a cold, bitter rivalry. Everyone at the agency thought you detested each other, and you had convinced yourself that Levi’s distant, brooding nature meant he truly despised you.

But out here in the gunfire, your synchronisation was flawless.

"Three more coming down the eastern corridor!" you shouted over the noise, reaching into the hidden thigh holster beneath the slit of your dress. You pulled out a fresh magazine. Realising Levi was pinned behind the angle of the pillar, you grabbed a discarded vanity mirror from the wreckage on the floor, angling it perfectly so he could see the reflection of the hallway. "Levi! Catch!"

With perfect precision, you tossed the ammo directly into his waiting hand while holding the mirror steady.

Levi didn't even look up; he caught the magazine blindly, slammed it into his weapon, and used the reflection of your mirror to lean out and eliminate all three targets with three rapid, lethal pops.

"Good eye, brat," Levi grunted.

Before you could reply, a deafening whistle echoed from above. Levi’s eyes widened as he spotted a rogue grenade bouncing right toward your pillar.

"Get down!"

With a surge of power, Levi threw himself over your body. His massive, muscular frame completely enveloped your build, pulling you tightly against his chest as he dragged you down into a hollow dip in the marble flooring.

BOOM.

A massive explosion ripped through the centre of the ballroom. The shockwave shattered the remaining glass, a rain of fiery sparks and concrete dust cascading over the two of you. But you didn't feel a single piece of debris. Levi had twisted his body to act as a literal human shield, his strong arms locked around your waist, holding you so fiercely against his heart that you could feel its frantic, thumping rhythm.

As the fiery orange glow of the blast illuminated the smoke, the world seemed to slow. The chaos of the room vanished. You found yourself staring directly into his piercing silver eyes, completely unmasked, completely stripped of his usual cold facade. There was a terrifyingly possessive desperation burning in his gaze.

"Are you hurt?" Levi demanded, his hands frantically gripping your face, his thumb sweeping over your cheekbone to check for blood. His voice was rough, trembling with an emotion he could no longer contain. "Answer me, damn it. Are you hurt?"

"I'm fine... I'm fine, Levi," you breathed, your hands clutching his lapels as you looked at him in awe. "You protected me..."

"Of course I fucking protected you!" Levi snapped, his forehead dropping against yours as his breathing turned heavy and ragged. The adrenaline and the sheer terror of losing you finally broke his restraint. "I'm tired of the lies. I'm tired of the agency, and I am sick to death of pretending I can't stand you. Hearing you call me your husband for this cover was the only real thing in my life. I am madly, hopelessly in love with you, brat. If you died today, I'd burn this entire city to the ground."

Your breath hitched, a euphoric, white-hot heat exploding in your chest. "Levi... I don't hate you. I never hated you. I've been in love with you for months! I thought you couldn't stand me!"

"You're a complete idiot," Levi growled, a beautiful smirk breaking through the dust on his face.

He didn't waste another second. He pulled you up into a sitting position against the debris and captured your lips in a deep, bruising, and passionate kiss. The sheer relief of the mutual confession turned the kiss wild and heated. His tongue swiped into your mouth, tasting the copper and smoke on your lips, his large hand tangling into your messy hair to pull you closer. You arched your body against his, your hands sliding up his neck, completely lost in the fiery heat of his mouth despite the warzone around you.

The crunch of heavy combat boots on shattered glass suddenly cut through the haze. A lone mercenary stepped around the pillar, his rifle raised and aimed directly at the back of Levi’s head.

Through the edge of your vision, you saw him.

Without breaking the kiss, a slow, dangerous smile curved against Levi's lips. You pulled back just an inch, your mouth sliding down his sharp jawline to the sensitive skin of his neck. You gave his flesh a sharp, teasing little nip, making Levi let out a low, rough gasp, while your right hand smoothly raised your pistol over his shoulder.

BANG.

Without even looking, you fired a single, perfect shot straight through the mercenary's forehead. The man dropped like a stone behind Levi.

You slid your lips back up to your partner's ear, a breathless, sultry chuckle vibrating against his skin. "Cover's intact, husband. Now let's finish this so we can go home and celebrate properly."

Levi’s eyes flared with a dark promise as he checked his weapon. "God, you are a magnificent woman. Let's move."

Where the Shadows Can't Touch You

Levi x fem reader

Mafia Levi AU

Levi rushes home when there is a blackout in the city.

The bar of The Obsidian Room was usually a portrait of low-lit, sophisticated luxury. As the undisputed mafia Don of the city, Levi owned a dozen high-end venues like this one, but tonight he was personally reviewing the weekly transaction logs and collecting reports from the general manager. He stood near the back booth, a sharp silhouette in a perfectly tailored dark suit. He was muscular, and carrying only the faded, hidden reminders of his violent ascent to the throne, a few faint gunshot and blade scars mapping his skin beneath his crisp dress shirt.

Everything was running smoothly until the ambient music suddenly sputtered out, and every single neon fixture, chandelier, and backup light in the venue vanished, plunging the room into pitch-blackness.

A collective murmur of confusion rose from the patrons. Within seconds, the manager’s phone illuminated, a frantic notification popping up on his screen.

"Boss, it’s a massive blackout," the manager reported quickly, tapping his screen. "A main transformer blew. The grid is down across the whole northern sector... it covers the residential district."

Levi’s heart violently slammed against his ribs. The residential district. His estate.

He knew your absolute, debilitating terror of the dark. He knew that when the lights vanished, your mind twisted the shadows into a suffocating trap. Without uttering a single word, Levi turned on his heel, abandoning the meeting. He bolted out the back exit of the bar, his long coat billowing behind him.

He didn't care about traffic laws or the sleek tyres of his sports car screaming against the asphalt. He drove like a man possessed, weaving through the pitch-black streets of the city, his jaw clenched so hard it ached. His possessive, fiercely protective instincts were screaming at him. You were his fiancée, his absolute world, and the thought of you trapped alone in the suffocating dark of that massive mansion made him push the gas pedal all the way to the floor.

He tore through the iron gates of his estate, leaving the car idling in the driveway as he threw the front doors open. The mansion was a cavern of silent, terrifying blackness.

"Cara!" Levi roared, his deep voice echoing off the high ceilings as he pulled a small, high-powered tactical flashlight from his coat pocket, his heavy footsteps thundering up the grand staircase. "Sweetheart, where are you?!"

He checked the bedroom first, the beam of his light cutting through the emptiness. He followed the faint, broken whimper straight to the massive walk-in master closet.

He shoved the double doors open, and the light illuminated a sight that completely shattered his heart.

You were curled into a tight ball on the floor in the very back corner, completely buried beneath a heavy pile of his thick wool coats and your soft dresses. You had pulled them down to try and create a cocoon, your hands clamped tightly over your ears, your entire frame violently shaking as heavy, frantic sobs racked your chest. Hyperventilating, you were trapped in the grip of a severe panic attack.

"Oh, God, cara... I'm here. I've got you," Levi cooed.

He immediately dropped to his knees in the closet, tossing the flashlight aside so it softly illuminated the ceiling, keeping the direct beam out of your panicked eyes. He slid his powerful arms beneath the pile of clothes, pulling you directly into his lap. He hauled your shivering body against his solid, broad chest, wrapping himself around you like a shield.

The moment your face pressed into the familiar, rich scent of his leather cologne and expensive tobacco, a desperate, broken cry tore from your throat. Your hands scrambled up his suit jacket, clinging to his lapels for dear life, your nails digging in as you buried your face in the warm crook of his neck.

"L-Levi... Levi, it's so dark... I couldn't see... I couldn't breathe," you choked out between ragged, sobbing gasps, your whole body vibrating with terror.

"Shh, hush now, my beautiful girl. I've got you. Breathe for me, baby, listen to my voice," Levi cooed softly. He began a slow, rhythmic rocking motion, cradling you against his heart. His large, calloused hand came up to cup the back of your head, his fingers tangling into your hair to press your face deeper into his skin. "I'm so sorry, cara. I am so fucking sorry I wasn't here the second the lights went out. I’ve got you now. No one is going to hurt you."

He held you with an intense, possessive tightness, his body completely absorbing your tremors. He slowly kissed your tear-stained cheeks, your forehead, and the crown of your head, pouring every ounce of his deep, unyielding love into the touch.

"You're safe. The dark can't touch you while I'm holding you," Levi whispered against your ear, his warm breath soothing your shivering skin. "I'm right here. I'm not leaving this spot. I will stay right here in this closet with you for as long as it takes. Do you hear me? I love you more than life itself, sweetheart."

Slowly, under the steady, heavy beat of his heart and the unshakeable security of his arms, your ragged breathing began to slow. The suffocating weight of the panic attack began to recede, replaced by the comforting warmth of the man who ruled the city but lived to protect you.

Confessions and Case Files

Levi x fem reader - this is suggestive.

The clock on the wall of Levi’s apartment chimed 2:00 AM, but inside his bedroom, the air was thick, heavy, and boiling with a completely different kind of intensity.

You were pinned beneath your boyfriend, your fingers digging into the hard, muscular planes of his back, leaving faint red scratches along his broad shoulders as he drove into you with a deep, breathless passion. Levi was completely consumed by you, his dark undercut damp with sweat, his jaw clenched as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, muffling his low, guttural groans against your skin. You were secretly dating the city's finest detective, who also happened to be your older brother Erwin’s absolute best friend and partner on the force.

Suddenly, a loud, heavy, and authoritative thud rattled the front door of the apartment.

BANG. BANG. BANG.

Levi froze, his muscular frame going rigid as he hovered over you. Your heart leapt into your throat, your eyes widening in the dim light.

"Levi! Open up!” A booming voice echoed through the thick wood of the front door.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Levi hissed under his breath, his eyes narrowing in irritation as he slowly pulled out of your soaking warmth.

A panic washed over the two of you. You scrambled out of the sheets, your legs already trembling and weak from the intense lovemaking, and quickly snatched Levi’s oversized white dress shirt off the floor, buttoning it up as fast as your fingers could manage.

Levi didn't even bother with a shirt. He threw on a pair of dark boxers, ran a hand through his completely wrecked, messy hair, and marched down the hallway. He unlocked the deadbolt with an aggressive snap and swung the door open just a few inches, leaning his broad shoulder against the frame to block the view.

"What the fuck do you want, Erwin?" Levi snapped. He was visibly flushed, coated in a fine layer of sweat, with fresh scratch marks colouring his chest.

Erwin stood in the hallway, holding a thick manila folder, his brow raised as he took in his partner’s completely unhinged appearance. "You look like hell, Levi. And you're sweating. Don't tell me I interrupted—"

Before Erwin could finish his sentence, you came walking out of the bedroom. Your wobbly, jelly-like legs were visibly shaking beneath the hem of Levi's shirt, your hair a beautifully tangled nest as you rubbed your eyes.

"Levi, honey... who is interrupting at this hour?" you asked softly, leaning your weight against the wall for support.

Erwin froze. His massive frame went stiff as his piercing blue eyes darted from you to the oversized shirt hanging off you, and finally back to his best friend's sweaty, boxer-clad form. The pieces of the puzzle clicked together instantly in the detective's mind.

"Let me in," Erwin said, his voice dropping into a dangerously calm, low register. "First, it was about the case. But now, it's about whatever the hell is going on between my sister and my partner."

Levi let out a defeated sigh, stepping aside. "Fine. Get your massive ass inside."

You quickly tried to defuse the simmering tension. "Sit down in the living room, both of you. I'll... I'll make some tea."

You retreated to the kitchen, your legs still buzzing from the intimacy as you carefully brewed a pot of strong black tea. You arranged a tray with the mugs and dished out a small plate of snacks, carrying it into the living room.

The atmosphere was stifling. Erwin was sitting on the armchair, a fierce, protective glare locked onto Levi, who was sitting casually on the sofa, completely unbothered by his lack of clothing as he stared right back at his partner.

You set the tray down, handing them their mugs, and sat down right beside Levi. Instantly, Levi reached over, his large, warm hand securely wrapping around yours, locking his fingers with yours right in front of your brother.

"Alright, spit it out," Erwin demanded, setting his tea down with a hard thud. "How long has this been going on? Levi, she is my little sister. You're my partner. If you're just playing around—"

"Watch your mouth, Erwin," Levi interrupted, his voice sharp as his grip on your hand tightened protectively. The volume of their voices began to rise, the professional detectives bleeding into their personal lives. "I don't play games. Especially not with her."

"He's right, Erwin," you intervened gently, stepping in to calm your brother before the argument could escalate any further. You looked Erwin dead in the eye, your voice steady and full of confidence. "Stop glaring at him. We hid it because we knew you'd react exactly like this, but you need to know the truth. I am madly, deeply in love with Levi. He treats me like I am the centre of his universe."

Erwin’s gaze softened just a fraction as he looked at your earnest expression.

Levi turned his head, looking down at you with a beautiful warmth melting his sharp features. "There is no one else in this world who could ever replace her, Erwin," Levi said softly, his eyes locked onto yours before he looked back at his best friend. "I want to be with her for as long as possible. I'm going to protect her with everything I have."

A heavy silence filled the living room as Erwin stared at the two of you. He looked at your intertwined hands, the absolute devotion in Levi's eyes, and the radiant happiness on your face despite the chaotic interruption.

Finally, Erwin let out a long, heavy sigh, the tension completely draining from his broad shoulders. He picked up his tea, taking a slow sip.

"I suppose I can't argue with that," Erwin muttered, a faint, proud smile finally tugging at his lips. "To be completely honest... I'm glad. If there is any man in this city who can keep you safe, it's him. You're an incredible detective, Levi, and you're the only man I trust with her life. You have my approval, not that you two really care or need it anyway, considering how you've been managing behind my back."

You let out a relieved laugh, the heavy weight lifting off your chest. "Thank you, Erwin."

"Now," Erwin said, tapping the manila folder on the coffee table and immediately transitioning back into his professional demeanour. "Can we please move on to talking about the case? The suspect's alibi just completely fell through."

You smiled, sliding off the sofa. You leaned down, pressing a sweet, lingering kiss to Levi's lips, whispering, "Don't stay up too late, handsome." You walked over to your brother, leaning down to press a warm kiss to his cheek. "Goodnight, Erwin. Don't work my boyfriend to death."

"Goodnight, sis," Erwin chuckled softly.

As you walked back toward the bedroom, your wobbly legs finally feeling a bit lighter, you heard the low, familiar murmurs of both men starting to map out their theories, safe and happy in the new truth out in the open.

The Braille of Your Heart

Levi x fem reader

The university library was always quiet, but to you, it was a map of specific sounds. You knew the exact creak of the floorboards near the textbook aisles, the low hum of the radiator by the window, and the distinct, crisp scent of old paper that meant you had successfully navigated to the historical fiction section.

You carefully swept your white cane in front of you, the light tap-tap echoing softly against the floor. You reached out, your sensitive fingertips brushing along the smooth wooden edges of the desks to orient yourself.

What you didn’t know, what you had never known over the past six months, was that a few paces ahead of you, a sharp corner of a heavy metal book cart was sticking out directly at the height of your temple.

And you didn't know that Levi was already there.

Moving with the silent, fluid grace of a shadow, Levi stepped into your path. He didn't make a sound, his breathing completely masked as he split-second calculated your trajectory. Instead of moving the heavy cart and startling you with the noise, Levi simply extended his large, calloused hand, palming the sharp, jagged metal corner completely.

A second later, the soft sleeve of your knitted cardigan brushed against the back of his hand. You didn't feel the metal; you only felt a fleeting, faint warmth as you safely guided yourself past the hidden hazard.

Levi let out a quiet, barely audible breath through his nose, his dark hair falling across his forehead as his sharp silver eyes tracked your every movement. He had been doing this for months. He was helplessly obsessed over you. He knew your entire university timetable by heart. He knew exactly what time you left your flat, which paths on campus had the most uneven cobblestones, and how much you struggled when careless students left their bicycles sprawled across the pavement.

Whenever you walked, Levi was there. He would quietly walk ahead of you, gently kicking stray stones out of your path, moving chairs an inch to the left so your cane wouldn't snag, and constantly placing his own hands over low-hanging shelves or sharp corners just in case you drifted too close.

He loved you with a fierce, quiet intensity that terrified him. But every time he tried to get close to you as himself, offering to walk you to the student union or sitting with you in the dining hall, you would get incredibly quiet. You would politely make an excuse, gather your things, and gently run away from him.

You loved him too much to stay. You knew Levi was brilliant and sharp, with a bright future ahead of him. You didn't want to be the blind girl who dragged him down, the constant burden he had to look after and guide through life. You convinced yourself he deserved someone who could look into his eyes, someone whole.

You finally found an empty study booth and sat down. You reached into your bag and pulled out your heavy, thick Braille textbook, your fingers immediately flying across the raised dots of the page, completely immersed in your studying.

Across the aisle, Levi quietly sat down at a distant table, his lone focus locked on the beautiful expression on your face. He was content to just watch over you forever if he had to.

Two hours later, the library's closing bell chimed. You sighed, carefully packing your heavy books into your backpack. You stood up, hooking your cane over your wrist, and began making your way down the grand central staircase of the library toward the exit.

Outside, a sudden downpour had begun, the rain lashing heavily against the stone steps. The sudden roar of the rain completely drowned out the acoustic cues you normally used to navigate the courtyard. The sound was a wall of white noise, completely disorienting you.

Your cane struck the top step, and as you took a tentative step forward, your foot caught on a slick patch of wet moss.

You gasped, your balance vanishing as you began to tilt forward into a dangerous fall down the stone stairs.

"I've got you," a rough, familiar voice rasped.

Before you could even scream, a pair of incredibly strong, sturdy arms wrapped securely around your waist. A broad, muscular chest slammed against your back, catching your full weight effortlessly and pulling you flush against a solid, warm frame. The scent of rich tea, rain, and expensive soap enveloped you instantly.

Levi.

Your heart hammered a frantic, terrified rhythm, not from the fall, but from his sudden, overwhelming proximity. "L-Levi..." you whispered, your hands trembling against his forearms. "Thank you. I'm sorry... I'm fine, you can let me go now."

You tried to pull away, your instinct to run from him flaring up to shield your heart. You took a step back, but Levi’s grip didn't loosen an inch. His hands remained anchored to your waist.

"No," Levi muttered. "I'm not letting you run away from me again. We are finishing this right now."

"Levi, please," you whimpered, your head bowing as your hair fell forward, hiding your face. "Don't do this. I'm just... I'm a mess. I can't even walk down the stairs without causing a scene. You shouldn't be wasting your time on me. You deserve someone better, someone who isn't a complete burden to carry around."

A heavy, painful silence fell between you, broken only by the sound of the rain.

Levi let out a sigh that vibrated straight through his chest against your back. Gently, he turned you around until you were facing him completely. He took your small, trembling hands into his own, lifting them. He carefully guided your hands up until your palms were resting flat against his face.

Your fingertips spread across his skin. You felt the sharp, masculine line of his jaw, the smooth, cool skin of his cheeks, the straight bridge of his nose, and the faint, fluttering movement of his eyelashes as his eyes locked onto yours.

"Feel me," Levi whispered roughly, his jaw clenching beneath your palms so you could feel the raw emotion shifting his features. "Feel how serious I am. Look at me with your hands, brat. Do I feel like a man who thinks you're a burden?"

Your breath hitched, a tear escaping your eyes as your fingers traced the intense, honest lines of his face. He felt so real, so safe, and so beautifully grounded.

Levi kept your hands cupped against his cheeks, but he tilted his head down just a fraction. He pressed his lips against the soft pads of your fingertips, kissing each of your fingers one by one with a slow, tender devotion.

"To you, your fingers are how you read the world," Levi murmured softly, his breath hot against your hands as his lips brushed your skin. "So this is the equivalent of me kissing your lips. I am telling you, right into your hands, that I love you. All of you."

A choked sob escaped your throat, your knees turning to jelly.

"I know why you run," Levi continued, his sturdy arms wrapping around you to keep you upright, pulling you tight against his heart. "You think I'm taking care of you out of pity. You think you're a drag on my life. But you have it completely backwards, you idiot. You aren't a burden. You are my entire world. I spend every day making sure you're safe because if a single hair on your head gets hurt, I lose my mind. You're everything to me."

"Levi..." you mumbled, your face burying into his shoulder as you cried tears of absolute relief. "Are you... are you sure? Really sure?"

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life," he whispered, his hand coming up to gently stroke the back of your head. He pulled back just an inch, his thumb wiping away the tears on your cheeks. "So let me ask you properly, without you running away. Will you let me take you on a date, sweetheart? Let me take care of you, properly, out in the open?"

Hearing him call you sweetheart, hearing the certainty in his voice, shattered the last of your doubts. You couldn't run anymore, not when his love was a fortress surrounding you.

You let out a laugh, nodding your head against his chest. "Yes... yes, Levi. I'd love to go on a date with you. I'd love that so much."

Levi let out a long, deeply relieved chuckle, the tight, possessive tension in his broad shoulders finally melting away. He leaned down and captured your lips in a sweet, lingering, and passionate kiss, sealing your happy ending right there in the rainy university courtyard.

Thanks!

I'll be honest though, I don't like any of the ships! Think only one I can see it with shipping wise and it's a tiny group of people is Hange x Moblit. It works very well. I support that tiny group of people because I could definitely see the bond. But truthfully, most of the ships I don't like and I don't like how people fight each other over it. The only romance in AOT is at the core, between Mikasa and Eren. The only couple that made it was Armin and Annie. Other than that, there is no other couples.

I love your fanfics so much and appreciate the time and effort you spend to write these fanfics for us <3 we love jelly we say in unison <33

I know you love Mafia Levi, but I don't think he'll be my next one! Unless I can be convinced cause I have a very fun idea for him! Detective reader x mafia Levi ehehehe

I was thinking maybe sheriff Levi in a fun weird town! Also I might have starts of a canon plan cause I know how much people love canon world, but this one is far away.

You can vote if you want?

Same with levi I feel like he would all be about like duty and for levi to actually have a romantic relationship with someone they need to actually connect with him and understand him, to see him for who he is and not as just one of the strongest soldiers

Maybe levi and erwin did have some chemistry but if anything it was never romantic. Not all soulmates need to be romantic anyways

I don't think Levi needed someone to see him for who he was, he didn't need any of that. He showed who he was by demonstrating it and people saw that. The cadets saw it and the people he made friends with from Marley. Levi never played a role, he never changed who he was, he was just himself and people liked him for that and looked up to him.

I didn't see any chemistry between them, just respect. It was normal respect between a soldier and his superior. They had a bit of friendship, but the time they spent together was always due to military reasoning to organise and plan.

I don't think they were soulmates either, in a friendship sense either. It was just respect for your superior. With military people, they live, sleep, fight and eat with each other every day for years. You become comrades in arms, it's like a club mentality sometimes family. You help each other out for the sake for the mission set before you. Your superior is your head of that group, the one you trust to guide you and make choices you don't have to. When they die or are hurt, it's a shock to the system of all those under them because of the trust and reliance. When they are gone, you then have to either take on the responsibility or a comrade has to fill that role. It's a shift in dynamics and can be hard if you have spent many years, which all of the scouts did, listening to the same person.

I think a lot of people view the bonds formed in AOT in a normal modern view or people working together in like a job sense, but don't look at it in a military way. The bonds formed in military are very different because these are people you train with and die with. It's a different set of circumstances that asking someone in the military would be able to explain a lot better than me.