Levi x Reader Oneshots

His Weakness (Levi x Reader)

Author's Notes: I will make any necessary edits to this oneshot soon. I am on the verge of sleep, so goodnight everyone! May your slumbers last with peaceful dreams awaiting.

On days when the Survey Corps were off from expeditions, you would lounge around in Levi's office. Of course, the acclaimed Corporal welcomed you because your presence was very much needed, and for the fact that you would, without fail, offer him massages.

As of now, your hands were dug deep into his hair. He could feel the tug, the caress of his scalp with your gentle hands, and the gradual, sensual ease of his tight shoulders when you rolled his skin with your palm and fingers.

Levi groaned. The movements of his pen would stop and come alive again every minute. There was a feeling so good blossoming all over his body, like basking in the warmth of the sun on a nice spring morning. It was also such an intimate moment between two souls, where your love hung thick in the air, though not yet realized by the ever so oblivious man.

You gazed at him softly, knowing how much he needed this after a grueling night the day before. He had been told to accompany Erwin to discuss matters concerning the Survey Corps with the MPs, those of whom he despised with every bone of his body. Hatred grew into tension, and he could feel his jaws clench and his muscles tighten.

The thought of returning back to that meeting, filled with pigs and fatter ones who cared more of their wealth than the people, made his jaw clench in reality.

You noticed, asking, "what's the matter?"

"Tch, it's nothing" he replied dismissively, trying to unclench his jaw, but the moments in that room became so reoccurring that he did not know what to make of it.

You rolled your eyes at his blatant lie, turning his chair so that he could meet your eyes. He was surprised to see them. It was filled with something unexplainable, something he could not yet name but knew if he looked any longer, he'd fall deeper and deeper in love with you.

"Look at me, Levi" you said, bringing your hand up to cup his face.

He hesitated for a moment, as if looking at you would be too much for his heart to bear. He could admire you from afar but being this close, only a breath away... he couldn't risk those feelings confined within the deepest part of his heart to break free. But he wanted to listen to you, obey you, and that's what he'll do even if the circumstances in it told him not to. 

You caressed his cheekbone with such tenderness that it made him nuzzle into your hand and sigh a breath of relief. No words were said but you knew that it must have been something that happened yesterday.

Levi had this... urge. It was the moment when you were holding his face that he just- he wanted to pull you in. Perhaps have you on his lap as he held you... your waist to be exact as you would wrap your arms around his neck... fuck, he thought. What kind of perverted thought was that? How could he think of something so vile and so- so vulgar?!

Though it was nothing of the sort as you too, sought this desire for closeness, upon where your arms were around him, your lips pressed against his neck, his ears, his jaw, and oh... his lips... the thoughts were mutual, they collided, yet none were reflected within the space of reality.

With a sigh, Levi held that hand on his face. It brought a blush to arise upon your cheeks. "Do you need to be somewhere today? I heard from that nose sniffing bastard that he was going to be sparring with you."

"Oh, right" you said, pulling away, much to Levi's dismay. "Miche wanted me to set an example for Eren and the others and he-" you let out a small laugh, "he made a bet that he would win."