an: a repost from my main blog (i'm moving all my writing here - sorry if it's annoying for a lil bit)
pairing: levi ackerman x female reader
warnings: sfw, canon au, established relationship, reader seeking comfort from levi, soft levi, the slightest hint of suggestive content, divider by @/cursed-carmine (wc: 1.8k)
The captain’s office door loomed into sight along the shadow-laden corridor, most of the lamps having been extinguished or turned low given the lateness of the hour, but not his. Warm amber framed the door, the candles from inside illuminated through the cracks of the frame, a beacon drawing you closer.
Levi was still awake and by the walls you were glad of his habit to burn the midnight oil, especially tonight.
Sleep had alluded you. Instead, you replayed every little interaction from the day, stewing on them until they were twisted into much larger mountains than what they started from. Then memories of other failures crept in too, adding to your mental torture. It was safe to say that today had been a hellish day, and honestly, you couldn’t point to any one thing to explain why. It was just one of those days where nothing went according to plan.
Dressed only in a nightgown and wrapped in a crocheted shawl gifted to you on your last birthday, you tiptoed gingerly along the hall, picking your way carefully so as to avoid the places where splinters might spear an unsuspecting victim. You raised a fist to gently knock only to pause, your lip caught between the edge of your teeth.
What if he turned you away? Told you to go back to bed. What if he wasn’t alone?
As if he sensed your inner doubtful monologue, a voice called out—unwavering and full of authority.
“Enter.”
Given that you were not in the habit of disobeying orders, you grasped the highly polished brass handle and the snick of the door catching loosened the contents of your stomach into a swirling maelstrom.
It was warm inside, inviting even, the smell of camomile tea mingled with the open ink pot and the dying embers in the fireplace hissed softly as the coals lost the remnants of their energy. Despite the ambient heat, you pulled the shawl closer around your shoulders and ducked your head to the man sat behind the desk.
Levi glanced up and his grey eyes warmed, faint lines crinkling in the corners even if he didn’t look to be smiling. This was not uncommon, and long had you mastered the ability to read his every tiny micro expression with reasonable accuracy. He let his pen drop to the crease of his open journal and canted his head ever so slightly.
“Good evening, love. Shouldn’t you be asleep?” he asked evenly, the earlier authority of his voice mellowed into mere intrigue.
“I should ask you the same thing, Captain, and how did you know I was outside?”
He hummed, the shadow of a smile gracing his face and only serving to make him look all the more handsome, not that he needed the help. Instead of answering, he lifted a hand and flicked his wrist in your direction, beckoning you close.
Another order you were not going to disobey.
Your fingers traced the bevelled edge of his pristine desk, his eyes following your every move, assessing silently. Levi pushed his chair back, reclining to afford you the room to climb onto his awaiting lap.
Instantly, you felt better, soothed by his presence. The shadows encroaching on your mind receded in the wake of his inner light and strength.
He pressed his lips to the crown of your head, nose burrowing into your hair just as his hand secured at your waist. The scent of his soap invaded your nose, the ascot at his throat tickling your cheek and for the first time that day you felt the tension melt out of your shoulders. He was your haven.
“Your feet,” he said, drawing a frown to your face.
“What about them?”
“You asked how I knew you were outside. I could see the shadow of feet beneath the door, and only you or Erwin ever visit this late. The Commander would not have hesitated, so I knew it was you.”
“Oh.”
For a long moment, you basked in the silence.
The negative thoughts of earlier dissipating with the stroke of his elegant fingers down each notch of your spine. He asked for nothing and took so little. Whether he knew it or not, Levi had come to be a beacon for you. The person you sought out when times were hard, and who you looked to when you are uncertain.
Whilst your relationship with the captain was far from common knowledge, it was not a secret either. In truth, the definition of what the two of you were had never been formally discussed and you didn’t feel like it was needed, not yet, not when things were still so turbulent. There were far more important things to deal with and honestly, that was okay. Moments like these made up for the unknowable future.
“Something bothers you,” he stated, not needing it to be a question when he could read you like an open book.
The tightness of your shoulders and the weariness around your eyes when you first entered his office were more than enough evidence to your current state. Levi was not the most subtle of men when it came to speaking, but you liked his directness, it was a balm when the potential for misunderstanding lurked between every word—spoken or not.
He wasn’t demanding an explanation, only stating a fact. Since you weren’t sure you could verbalise the jumble of thoughts dragging your mood down, all you did was nod in agreement, snuggling deeper into his chest. Your palm smoothed over his stiff shirt, the collar starched and the creases ironed with meticulous attention. The gentle thump of his heart thrummed against your fingertips, steady and even, calming.
No wonder so many looked up to him, even if he regularly terrified the newer recruits. He never wavered in his dedication to his beliefs, and the conviction he used to bolster his… less than savoury words were from the heart. He may not give the kind of awe-inspiring speeches such as those of Commander Smith, but when you asked Levi a question, you would always receive an honest answer, whether you liked it or not.
“I’m pleased you came to me, my love… it means a lot that you trust me when you’re vulnerable. I’m not going to ask you what is wrong, although you’re free to explain if you want, but I am going to ask if you need me to kick anyone’s ass.”
You chuckled at the thought, the molten steel lacing those final words more than enough to remind you that Levi Ackerman was not to be trifled with. His fingers stilled, pressing deeper into your side and the curve of your shoulder like you might slip right through his fingers if he didn’t hold onto you tightly. It was far from uncomfortable; it was exactly what you needed.
“No ass kickings necessary, promise. My head just feels a little messy is all… I couldn’t empty it enough to sleep and the longer I stared at the ceiling, the more annoyed I got. Then I was thinking about when I nearly smacked into the side of the storeroom during ODM training last week and…” you paused to take a breath, blowing it out slowly through your nose. “I think you get the gist.”
“Tch… that accident was because you weren’t focused on where you wanted to go. I was watching you and your eyes kept finding me even though you knew you should be trying to improve your forward momentum by using your bodyweight as well as the gear,” he said matter-of-factly, following up his gentle reprimand with a flick aimed between your eyebrows.
“Can you blame me? You look good in your training gear, and I was reminiscing about the morning where we—”
Levi hushed you, bouncing one leg until you were giggling once more and clutching at his shoulders for stability. “You’ll end that sentence right there. Now is not the time for those kinds of thoughts. Walls have ears, remember.”
You peered up at him from beneath your lashes, internally cheering when the colour of his cheeks took on the faintest pink hue. The corners of his lips twitched, and you couldn’t believe how much your mood had lifted in only a few moments in his presence. The temptation of sleep, which had hiding from you, edged closer and you could feel the weight of it pressing upon your eyelids.
“Let me finish this last entry and I will take us both to bed, okay?”
It took all your remaining energy to simply nod; fingers twisted into the front of his shirt whilst the steady rhythm of his breathing and heartbeat lulled you to sleep. Levi picked up his pen, dipped it into the ink and resumed his writing. The faint scratching of the nib against the thick paper was a pleasant tickle to your ears and soon enough, you were fast asleep.
Levi tried his best to focus on what he was recording, but it was desperately difficult. The allure of your soft body curled into his drove him entirely to distraction. At last, the final sentence was inked into the page, and he was able to eat his fill of you.
The dying candlelight flickered across your skin in a mysterious dance, highlighting your cheekbones and nose, the perfect curve of your mouth. Oh, how he wanted to kiss that sweet mouth and expel any lingering doubts in your brain, leaving you empty headed and blissed out… but there would be times for that later.
He wasn’t exaggerating when he said he was pleased you came to him; pride puffed his chest outward that you had grown to trust him this much and whilst he wished he could rid you of any and all negative thoughts, that wasn’t reasonable. All he asked was that you were honest with yourself and him about how you felt. Nothing good ever came from bottling up emotions. Advice that he himself needed to take.
As he stood slowly, arms cradled behind your back and under your thighs, he vowed to do better. Levi let a smile slip onto his lips when you mumbled his name in your sleep and pressed your nose deeper into the ascot at his throat. He wouldn’t wash this one for a while, wanting to keep your intoxicating scent imprinted on the fabric for as long as he dared.
“Sleep, sweetheart. For tomorrow is a new day and the sun will rise just as we will continue to push forward. I’ll make this a better world… for you.”
an: a repost from my old blog which I've edited/reworked to improve the reading experience. Please enjoy 💜
pairing: levi ackerman x female reader
warnings: nsfw, modern au, phone sex, mutual masturbation, soft levi, he talks you through it cause ofc he does, divider by @/cursed-carmine (wc: 2.4k)
It was perfectly infuriating; you couldn't quite get there and you had been at it for nearly an hour.
Y’know, that blooming ache which resides so deep in your gut that it can only be reached by those with the most skilful of fingers or… well, the less said about the other possibilities the better, especially when you missed your partner more and more with each day that passed.
The gnawing need for sweet release mocked you, dancing out of reach of your dainty digits and even the incessant buzz of your vibrator wasn’t enough to see you fall off the cliff edge of ecstasy.
Tension crowded the muscles in your abdomen and thighs, a continual pull behind your navel but always ebbing away at the last second. It was clear your mind was choosing to remind you of the absence of a certain someone and you cursed your brain for being so mean, so damned cruel.
Finally, you kicked the sheets that were wrapped around your knees from the way you had thrashed around in experimentation. Frustration bubbled in your chest, your head thumping wildly against the pillows until a plume of downy feathers puffed over your face.
It had only been a week–one miserable week–since he had left. In fact, he was due home tomorrow morning; finally, finally, finally!
A thought popped into your mind… perhaps he was already home? Glancing at the alarm clock on your bedside table, the neon numbers illuminated that it was nearly midnight.
Your hand wrapped around your phone, the screen waking from its slumber and you worried your bottom lip with the edge of your teeth. Even if he wasn’t quite home, would he be awake for a call? A familiar smirk cut through the shadows and worries in your mind’s eye, the very slow and knowing smile which could curl your toes at the mere sight of it.
With your heart hammering against your ribs, you ran the flat of your palm between your thighs to dig the heel into the bundle of nerves that needed him more than ever. It was enough for you to tap the call button, bringing the phone to your ear to listen to the agonising ring.
Long had you known that dating a military man would come with its fair share of sacrifices and this one was by far the worst. You hated when he was sent out on missions which took him away from you. Sometimes it was only a day or two but others could see him away for months at a time and that was hell on earth. The highs were euphoric but the lows were crushing. Thankfully there were far more highs than lows.
Your stomach flipped over with every ring, the buzz of anxiety teasing your needy anticipation into a frenzy. He might be asleep, might not see the call… so many possibilities.
“Can’t sleep, darling girl?”
Levi’s quiet drawl sent an immediate shiver down the length of your spine, a lowly moan passed your lips by way of response and there was a sudden hitch of breath on the other end.
It took you a moment to collect yourself and speak, all the while Levi waited with apparently endless patience… how unlike him. “I-I miss you, Levi.”
Quickly, you hit the speaker button and gently placed the phone on the pillow, right next to your head. There was a coil of embarrassment that followed, knowing that you’d become so desperate to get off that you couldn’t even wait the few hours until you were reunited with your lover. What must he think of you?
There was a beat of silence, you almost checked to see if he had hung up on you but finally, he spoke again and it was worth the wait to hear the heated curiosity in his usually unaffected tone.
“Hm, is that so? You could have text me to tell me that. Was it my voice you missed, or perhaps… could it be something else?”
Arousal pooled from the entrance of your slowly clenching cunt, hips forced down into the mattress whilst your fingers painted through the wetness. How badly you wished those fingers to be his, to feel how he would spread your sticky lips apart to draw lazy patterns atop your delicate pearl.
“Miss your hands. Mouth. I-I miss everything,” you admitted with a whimper that only elicited a faint chuckle. You didn’t miss the sound of rustling sheets, knowing that he was in bed but not knowing whether it was his own or where he had spent the last week on his mission.
As a higher-ranking captain, Levi had the luxury of his own one-bed apartment on the base and you were grateful for that fact. It had made things between the two of you much easier when you didn’t have to worry about being discovered in compromising situations by his comrades. Memories of the rare mornings you had spent wrapped in each other’s arms assailed you; whispered words of affection mingled with wandering hands which had given way to new discoveries and endless hours of bliss.
Whilst you were caught wandering down a hazy, rose-tinted memory lane, Levi was losing his mind.
He couldn’t get past the broken way you sounded as you told him everything you missed, the needy inflection which was apparent and unabashed on your part. It had barely been an hour since he had slung his pack into his room and flopped atop his bed, but here he was considering throwing on the nearest clean pair of sweats he could locate and running to your apartment.
Instead, he scrubbed a palm down his face and eyed the traitorous erection lifting the elastic of his underwear. Images of you flickered in his brain like a bad home movie and he settled on a still of you laying in bed, legs spread with your pretty little fingers stuffed inside the very heart of you. He stroked over his clothed bulge and hissed, that was his duty, not yours.
“And what would my hands be feeling if I were there right now, sweetheart? Tell me, are you wearing the cute little bunny pyjamas you begged me to buy for you?”
You bit your lip, teeth sinking deep into your plush skin and your toes curled into the sheets before you lifted your knees and rutted your backside against the mattress.
“Nuh-uh, just a white camisole–s’too hot,” you breathed, listening for his reaction and delighting in the strained groan that fell onto your ears.
“Oh, naughty girl, not even panties? Are you wet for me? Would my fingers come away sticky and clear-coated if I were to touch between your beautiful thighs?”
You followed his words as if they were instructions, imagining it was the pads of his fingers which brushed your glistening folds and smeared the sticky essence over the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs.
“Yes. Oh, Levi–fuck–I’m drenched. Need you inside me.”
His head fell back on his pillow at your admission, taking out his leaking cock to languidly pump from base to tip as he listened to your words and wished to be with you. Levi didn’t want you to know how needy you were making him, he had a certain reputation to maintain and he couldn’t let you know so readily that he was just as close to whimpering as you were doing right this second. Besides, this was about you and he would get you off at any cost and worry about himself later.
“My poor sweetheart, I know you want me there to stretch you out like you deserve. Here’s what you’ll do instead…” he stated, watching as precum spilled from his angry slit and coated his shaft. “Have you got that little bullet vibrator you’re so fond of there?”
“Mhm.”
You weren’t sure you had ever heard him speak so lewdly before and it was possibly the most intoxicating experience to date. His voice was as low and commanding as it ever was but there was a desperate longing underlying which made you feel empowered despite being completely at his mercy.
Fuck, you were killing him.
“Okay, I want you to put it in your mouth and suck on it like it’s one of my fingers, yeah? You can do that for me, can’t you?”
Your fingers shook as you lifted the small bullet vibrator into your wet mouth, tongue swirling around it in earnest to please. The smooth surface was no decoy for Levi’s finger but you reminded yourself of the times he had forced his digits into your mouth to keep you quiet and it quieted the reality of the device between your lips. Those memories heated your blood until it was close to boiling over.
“Lift that little top, let me feel those beautiful breasts. Be gentle, baby, no pinching. I can tell you’re impatient but just relax into it,” he coaxed softly.
Dainty fingers massaged the swell of your breasts, thumbs rolling over your taut nipples again and again in the exact way Levi would if he were here, and that reminder brought a howl of frustration to your lips.
The tired captain massaged his aching balls in time with your muffled ministrations on your breasts, every one of your shaky inhales tightened his stomach and drew his sack higher until it was near unbearable.
“That’s it, doing so good. I think it’s more than time to work that bullet on your sweet little button, I bet it’s so needy right now. Press it softly on your bud, darling, let the delicious pressure and vibrations build for me.”
“Levi!” You wailed in a pitiful display of your current state. “Shit–s’good, but it’s not enough. I… I need more!” You cried your frustration, and he could practically taste the salt of your tears on his tongue.
He fisted his throbbing cock, pumping so fast and tightly that it neared pain. The angry purple tip stared back at him and he knew that the only way to be truly satiated would be to find release with you, not alone as he was.
“Oh, baby, I know. How many fingers do you think you can take, hm? Two?”
Your every nerve ending was on fire. You were a struck match that was quickly burning down to nothing but ash and soot. Your soaked fingers reached for your entrance, the walls fluttered as you breached inside on a high keen.
Levi panted along with you and you knew that he was fucking his fist, that he wasn’t as unaffected as he tried to portray and you smiled at knowing you were the sole reason he was losing his composure.
Your two fingers twisted, flexing into your cunt and stretched the velvet walls apart, all whilst you slowly applied more pressure to your clit. The tension was there once more, similar to how it had felt earlier but there was hope this time. It was the same but it was different, your unfocused brain trying to decipher what was the change when you already knew it was him. Even miles apart, Levi could bring you the much-needed release when you couldn’t.
Where was his mettle? His courage and valour? All of it was AWOL as he admitted silently that you sounded fucking hot, so completely vulnerable with the eagerness to come. Moaning long and loud, chants of his name falling from your lips all whilst he continued to fuck his fist and tried to pretend it was your tight cunt.
“That’s it, lemme hear you.”
Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull, the sound of his slick hand pumping up and down his thick cock heightened your imagination and allowed you to believe he really was here with you.
“Fuck–you’re gripping me so well,” he whined, feeding your painted delusions with a shudder evident in his voice. “Nearly there. Now crook those fingers, call me over with those fingers and lemme hear you fall apart.”
You exploded like a firework, sparks crackled behind your eyes the second you connected with your front wall and the mass of sensitive tissue engorged from your actions. The combination of the vibrator on your clit, your fingers stroking just right and the imagery that Levi fed you, was more than enough for your orgasm to finally–finally–hit.
Fat tears rolled down your cheeks as your body curled in on itself. You listened mournfully to the grunt on the other end of the phone and wished desperately that he was here so you could see his release if only to admire his features twisted into bliss before smoothing out into relaxation.
Levi was a mess; hot sticky seed had erupted from his cock like a force of nature. It covered his still-tight fist, splashed on his thighs and splattered his quivering abdomen. His muscles contracted from the severity of his orgasm, and he couldn’t clamp down on his reaction–how embarrassing. Amazing, but embarrassing all the same.
“Oh gods, sweetheart. That was–that was amazing.”
You sniffled in response, feeling a little overwhelmed in the aftermath of your orgasm. Mostly from the relief of finally getting there, but also because you were sad that your boyfriend wasn’t here to cuddle you close and sweet talk you through the overwhelming sensations.
The line suddenly disconnected with a quick beep beep, and you grabbed the phone even though your fingers were still smeared in your essence.
A text popped up while you stared at the screen, a soft smile spreading over your face and you rolled over and pressed your now beaming face into the pillows.
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