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.
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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. 😩
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.”
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.
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The first time you stitched Levi Ackerman up, he glared at you like you'd personally offended him.
"This is unnecessary," his voice was as sharp as the needle in your hand.
"Really? Because the gash on your arm says otherwise," you didn't bother looking up as you tightened the suture. He scoffed but didn't pull away. That was the only permission you needed.
Levi had a bad habit of brushing off injuries. Being Humanity's Strongest meant that basic self-preservation didn't apply to him. If a wound wasn't outright killing him, he ignored it. This meant that you, as one of the few medics brave enough to stand up to him, spent an unfortunate amount of time stitching him back together.
And it never got easier.
Not because of the wounds themselves — you could handle those in your sleep. But because Levi Ackerman, despite his constant scowling, his clipped words, and his general aura of "stay the hell away from me," had the most unfairly attractive hands. Which was a ridiculous thing to notice.
But you did.
Every single time you treated him, you couldn't help but glance at them. The contrast between his strength and the way he kept them clean, his precise movements, the way his fingers curled slightly when he was trying to keep still.
You shook the thought away and finished the final stitch, "All done, Captain. Try not to rip them open again in the next twenty-four hours."
"Tch. No promises,” typical.
A week later, Levi showed up in the infirmary, uninjured but suspiciously hovering. You arched an eyebrow, "I don't see any gaping wounds on you. Did you finally learn the meaning of caution?"
Levi's expression didn't change, but his fingers flexed at his side as if suppressing the urge to cross his arms, "I need you to teach me.
You blinked, "Teach you... what?"
His jaw tightened, “Stitching.”
You stared at him for a full five seconds before bursting into laughter, "you? Want to learn suture?"
Levi's glare intensified, “Is that funny to you?"
"A little,” he huffed and looked away.
"Tch. Never mind."
You bit back your grin, "Wait, wait, hold on. I'm just surprised. Why the sudden interest?"
Levi was quiet for a moment. Then, almost reluctantly, he muttered, "If we lose a medic in the field, someone else should be able to handle wounds.” The words were practical and logical, but you caught something else in them.
If we lose you.
Warmth bloomed in your chest, but you kept your expression neutral, “All right, Captain. I'll teach you." He gave a short nod, but his ears were slightly pink.
Training Levi was... an experience. You had expected him to be competent — he was Levi Ackerman, after all. But he was almost annoyingly good. His hands were steady, his technique precise, his focus absolute.
You had never seen someone pick up sutures so quickly. Except —
"Too much pressure," you murmured, standing behind the guy, slightly leaning forward so that your chest almost touched his back and your cheek almost touched his.
Your hands gently guide both of his, reaching out to adjust his grip on the needle, showing how to maneuver such a delicate operation for him, and a simple one for you.
"You're strangling it,” Levi's hands twitched under yours, but he didn't pull away. You guided his fingers into a gentler hold, your hand lingering just a second longer than necessary.
"Better," you said softly. Levi didn't respond immediately, but you could feel the tension in his posture.
Then, barely audible, he muttered, "Your hands are warm," your breath hitched.
Did Levi Ackerman just —
You glanced up, but his eyes were fixed on the practice dummy. A little too intently. You swallowed a smile, "Yours are steady."
Something flickered across his expression, but he just hummed in acknowledgment.
You didn't comment on how his grip remained exactly where you placed it.
A month later, you found yourself in the field, wounded and short on medics. Blood dripped down your arm, your vision wavered, and for the first time, you understood why Levi wanted to learn.
Then, suddenly, he was there, "Knew I'd need to use this sooner or later,” Levi muttered, kneeling beside you. You blinked up at him.
"Captain?"
"Be quiet,” his voice was gruff, but his hands were gentle as he pulled out a suture kit. You were too exhausted to argue. Instead, you watched as Levi threaded the needle, his movements precise and practiced. He worked quickly but carefully, just as you'd taught him.
Your lips curved into a weak smile, "Look at you, applying yourself."
"Tch. Don't get used to it."
You chuckled, then winced as he tied the last stitch. Levi exhaled sharply. "Idiot,” he muttered, but there was no heat in his words. Only something softer, something quieter. You felt the warmth of his hands linger on your skin even after he pulled away.
And maybe, just maybe, you'd find an excuse to let him practice again. Just for the sake of training, of course. Right?
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Levi frowned, studying you over the rim of his teacup.
“I’m just thankful.”
He snorted. “For what, this shithole?”
Tea sloshed but didn’t spill as he gestured derisively at the room you shared- four claustrophobic walls barely keeping the Underground at bay. It was a nicer place than most down here, but you weren’t offended. You knew what he meant.
“This. Being here with you.”
He softened, reaching for your hand across the table. He gently ran his thumb over your scarred knuckles. “I don’t understand you.”
Levi didn't know that he was touch-starved until he met you.
The first time you hugged him was when the two of you started dating, and after that, he craved your touch every day and became very clingy.
"Levi..." you chuckled after he pulled you onto the sofa to sit between his legs, while he instantly wrapped his arms around you and kissed your cheek.
"So clingy," you teased.
Levi took your hand and brought it to his lips to kiss it softly as he whispered, "I love you."
You repeated the words, and you received a kiss again.
