Husband Levi. Yes, your husband. When you got found by Erwin he promised to protect you in order for you to join the cadets. But sooner there were these Ackermans, who came to Levi and threatened him and told him that he needed to marry to keep the Ackerman clan alive. They wanted him to get married and breed at least one male. After that, they don't care. They wanted someone who wasn't Eldian so who is a better candidate for that except you? Honestly you already knew Levi pretty well and he'd never do anything without your consent so he refused at first. But then you stepped in and promised him you're okay with this. So he had to say yes as well and that's how you two got married despite your relationship with jean. And Jean was surprisingly okay with it, encouraging you to wear revealing clothes in front of Levi and seduce him. But you, being too shy, never had the courage and enough shock for you, Levi himself stepped in.
kinktober25 | day 22: quiet sex | ao3 link | masterlist
tags: Levi/Reader, cockwarming, public sex, exhibitionism, road trip sex, creampie, some pining and fluff at the end, I lowkey feel sorry for Erwin and Hange in this one
warnings: MDNI
wc: 1.5k
“You’ll just have to sit at the back. With Levi.” Hange gestures towards the backseat.
You eye the cramped space sceptically. No way the two of you will fit there without sitting on top of each other.
Levi seems to think the same. “Why am I thinking you’re about to suggest something illegal, Four-Eyes?”
They blink innocently at him.
A long moment passes.
Then, Levi lets out a scoff. “Tch, fine. But Erwin’s driving.”
Pressing a palm over their heart in mock hurt, Hange pouts. “Why, you don’t trust my–“
“No,” you and Levi say at the exact same time.
You cross your arms over your chest. “If I’m going to sit on Levi’s lap, I don’t want a maniac behind the wheel."
“What she said.”
Hange throws their hands into the air. “Ugh, you two are no fun.”
The first part of the road trip proceeds…fine. You’re sitting almost not-uncomfortably in Levi’s lap while you try very hard to ignore the way his thighs flex beneath you whenever the car does a turn.
You’re fine. It’s fine. It’s absolutely fine.
(it’s not fine)
You’ve inched yourself forwards until you’re practically sitting on his knees when he grabs your waist in a firm grip. “Do you want to fall off?” he asks. “Because if you want to kneel on the floor instead, be my guest.”
Feeling heat rise to your cheeks, you hastily move backwards. Or try to, because just then, the car swerves violently and you’re knocked back against Levi instead. You can hear the breath leave his lungs and feel his forearm lock around your waist, keeping you in place.
“Sorry about that, guys,” Erwin calls from the driver’s seat, a sheepish look on his face. “There was a hole in the road.”
“I thought we said no maniacs behind the wheel,” Levi scowls.
“To be fair, then Erwin’s usually a very responsible driver,” you argue while you try to wriggle out of Levi’s grasp – try, and fail, because he doesn’t let you.
“Keep still, for fucks sake,” he murmurs in your ear.
“Well, if you’d just let go–“ But you freeze mid-sentence as you feel something hard prod against your back. Something hard and warm and heavy and twitchy–
Levi lets out a quiet hiss. “Fuck, don’t do that.”
“Do what?” you hiss back. You press your thighs together as you feel your pussy throb.
“That.”
“I’m not doing anything.”
“You’re fucking squirming in my lap.”
You turn back to look at him, arching a brow. “Like you’re one to talk. I’m not the one sporting a huge–”
Levi slaps his palm across your mouth and before you can help it, a muffled whine escapes you. His lips curl. “You were saying?”
Luckily, the sound of the engine masks your conversation, and Hange and Erwin are busy on the front seats, discussing the research project they’re collaborating on with words so complex you wouldn’t be able to understand them even with a clear head.
Fuck, you’ve never been so turned on in your life. You wouldn’t be surprised if you’d soaked through your underwear at this point.
And then, you feel it. Levi angles his arm around your waist, his fingers trailing along the hem of your dress. His hand lingers there for a moment before he slowly moves it higher, higher, higher until his fingers ghost the outside of your soaked panties.
He curses. “You’ve got a lot of nerve, accusing me when you’re this wet.”
You whimper, and he presses his palm firmer against your mouth before leaning closer, pushing his throbbing cock against your ass, his breath tickling your ear. “Lift up your skirt.”
Your eyes widen, but you don’t hesitate to comply. Fuck, this is so, so risky and beyond wrong, but also incredibly, incredibly hot.
As you quickly lift your skirt, Levi pulls his cock out of his pants. You just catch a glimpse of it – long, thick, perfectly curved, the tip an angry red and leaking precum – before Levi grabs you by the waist again and practically shoves you down on his cock.
The sound you let out is mercifully drowned as the car accelerates.
Levi’s breathing turns strained, his cock twitching inside you, his knuckles whitening as he clutches your dress – the only thing hiding the fact that Levi is inside you – bunching the fabric in his hands.
“If you move,” he says, voice just a little deeper and hoarser than usual, “I’ll pull out.”
You nod furiously.
And then, the fucking bastard, he lets go of your mouth, leaning back casually while his fingers uncurl as he rests them on your thighs instead. Meanwhile, you feel like you’re dying.
A slow, agonising, painful, wonderfully blissful death.
You don’t move an inch, but every time the car changes speed, turns, or runs over just the tiniest bump in the road, Levi’s cock nudges against your insides. You feel yourself throb and tighten around him, your cunt leaking so much that you’re worried you’ll stain the car seat below you.
The only thing indicating that Levi is just as affected by this arrangement as you are is his carefully controlled breathing (controlled, too controlled to be unintentional) and his dilated pupils. And well, his cock, throbbing inside you every time you so much as hitch a breath.
The next couple of hours proceed like that, and even though none of you have been moving, by the time Erwin finally stops by a gas station, you think you could cum from just a single thrust from Levi – maybe even less. Your pussy is swollen and sensitive, and Levi’s cock so hard that you’re sure it must be painful.
When Erwin finally stops the car, Hange turns in their seat. “You two still good?”
You manage a weak nod. Levi lets out an affirmative grunt.
“You sure?” Erwin asks, brows furrowing. “You do look a little uncomfortable.”
“We’re fine.”
“Alright. We’re just going to grab some snacks, any of you wanna come?”
“Nope, I’m good,” you squeak.
“Buy me a water,” Levi says.
Hange salutes you before exiting the car with Erwin. It’s first when they disappear into the gas station that you let out a slow, stuttering breath of relief.
And then, it’s as if something in Levi snaps. He grabs your waist and lifts you, your combined build-up arousal gushing out before he snaps his hips back up to meet yours in one, powerful thrust.
You were right.
You’re both pushed over the edge, a loud, obscene moan escaping your lips, your hands clutching the front seat for leverage as your thighs shake, your pussy clenching repeatedly around Levi’s pulsing cock as he empties himself inside you with a choked, broken sound from the back of his throat.
It seems like forever, but after you’ve both come down from your highs, Levi finally pulls out. Gently, he reaches up to brush his knuckles against your cheekbone. “You alright?”
“More than alright.” You laugh breathily.
His lips twitch. “Good. I didn’t mean for our first time to be, well, like this.”
You blink in surprise before schooling your features into a coy smile. “Been thinking about me?”
“All the damn time.”
Fuck, he’s serious, isn’t he? You thought you were the only one – the only one sending him stolen glances, the only one wishing you could be something more than just friends.
Levi gently taps your thigh with his index finger. “There are tissues in the glovebox.”
“Oh. Right.”
You manage to clean up before Erwin and Hange return, but there’s still a very wet, very obvious stain on the front of Levi’s pants. “Don’t worry about it,” he tells you before pulling you back into his lap, nestling his chin against your shoulder.
“Leviiii, here’s your water!” Hange sing-songs once they enter the car.
“It'll be a while before we reach our next destination,” Erwin says as he starts the engine. “You guys sure you don’t need a break?”
You shake your head. “We’re fine.”
You’re almost at your destination when Levi unscrews the cap on his water bottle. You expect him to take a sip, but instead, he tips it …and dumps half of it in your lap. “Whoops,” he deadpans.
“Ah, shit,” Hange curses, eyeing the mess with a frown. “Now you’re going to be all wet the rest of the trip.”
You choke on your spit.
Levi waves them off. “We’ll manage.”
“Luckily, we’ll be there soon,” Erwin reassures you.
Sending you both a dubious look, Hange turns around again.
“Told you not to worry,” Levi murmurs in your ear, his thumb drawing soothing circles on your hipbone.
the sketch above are by me and part of my 100 day Levi art challenge
an: this has been sitting in my wip folder for 2 years! It was finally time for me to finish it and get it posted so here we are 💜
pairing: levi ackerman x female reader
warnings: nsfw, pegging, levi is reluctant at first, established relationship, no specific au, blowjob, anal fingering, cursing, divider by @/cursed-carmine (wc: 2k)
It had been the quickest slip of a finger, a miscalculation borne of delirious pleasure and it had spiralled into something… unexpected.
Levi’s lips parted from yours with a wet-sounding gasp, the storm of grey irises cut through the darkened room, and you were bathed in the light of what you could only describe as pure lust.
His hips jerked; grinding himself in one full circle of his pelvis until he released into your spasming cunt with no warning whatsoever. It had been a shock, both of you locked into a stare that was unblinking.
It wasn’t a big deal, or at least you didn’t think so.
Plenty of men liked to have their butt played with and there was nothing to be ashamed about, but Levi didn’t see it quite that clearly. Your handsome husband turned bashful for the first time in your long relationship, his skin hot and almost feverish with embarrassment as he apologised almost petulantly.
He pulled from you with a wince, his brow furrowed tightly.
He ran agitated fingers through the curtains of his hair, fixing the messy strands you had deliberately mussed when you sought out some physical solace in the arms of the man you loved above all others, and he refused to meet your eye.
“Levi… sweetie, are you seriously bothered about this?”
He hummed. It was the very noise he made when you knew beyond a doubt that he was not going to answer your question. That he would be as silent as he could manage without being downright rude, not that Levi was above being rude, just not usually with you. It was infuriating, to say the least, but you had known this about the now retired Captain for years before you had married him and it was simply an annoying quirk that made him unique.
“Y’know, it’s a perfectly normal thing to enjoy. I might not have done it on purpose but if you like it then—”
“That won’t be necessary, darling,” he said, interrupting your offer and brushing away your hand that had come to rest against his chest. “Get some sleep, you must be tired. I’ve some things to attend to before I join you.”
With a chaste kiss on your forehead, Levi stood from the bed and left you gawking after him as he headed for the study most likely. You were mad, furious even about how ridiculous he was acting.
So, you had slipped a finger into his ass during the throes of passion, so what? You had been gripping onto his taut butt whilst he drilled you stupid into the mattress when your placement shifted and the accident had happened.
He liked it.
Of course he did. It would be hard to deny since he came on the spot seconds later.
Something had to be done, and you had a perfect idea…
~
Several months had passed since that fateful finger slip, things had returned to normal and your darling man no longer seemed reluctant to enjoy intimate moments with you, thankfully!
The mood was set; a delicious home-cooked meal enjoyed along with a healthy dose of the finest cabernet money could buy, and the prettiest lingerie which only ever came out for special occasions.
Levi lay on the bed with you draped over his chest, devouring each other’s mouths. His tongue slid along your teeth, and you moaned into the wet cavern. Your lips pulled free from him with effort, licking the plush, swollen skin languidly and watched his heated expression follow your every movement.
“I have a surprise for you handsome; do you trust me?”
“Hm, with my life. What have you done, you little minx?” He was suspicious and it was founded. The alcohol from earlier left pale pink patches on the apples of his cheeks and his smile was a little looser than usual, his alcohol tolerance had never been the best.
“I bought something and I’d like to try it out. Try it out with no complaint because you don’t know if you like something until you give it a chance,” you added hastily when his eyes narrowed and his face tightened into a guarded mask.
Slipping from the bed you reached for the item which was tucked near but out of sight. You weren’t entirely sure how he would react given his sudden clamming up, and for a moment you wondered if you had read the situation completely wrong. There was no turning back now, not now that he had seen it.
His eyes widened; turning into almost comically large saucers, and his eyes swung between your nervous face and the small strap-on you’d bought weeks prior. The dildo was pretty and pink, the straps a deep purple. It had drawn you to it in the store, and best of all, it wasn’t as intimidating as other models on display.
His mouth opened, but no words came out. Instead, a strangled gurgling passed his lips, and you wrapped your arms around him quickly. You pressed sweet, affectionate kisses over his defined cheekbones and across his jaw, infusing your love into every touch of your lips.
“Sweetheart… let’s try it, please? I promise we can stop if you hate it or feel too uncomfortable, but I think you’ll find it… enjoyable.”
He looked strained, limbs and joints stiff but the small nod he gave was enough to make your heart leap in sheer joy. You knew how much it took for him to agree, to put his faith in you that you would never go anything that might hurt him.
“I love you, Levi,” you muttered, smiling against his lips as you kissed him.
He only hummed and finally spoke. “I know, brat.”
~
For the next hour, you worked him to fever pitch.
Only the thin lace of your panties covered you; tits long spilled free from their luxury prison and Levi drank you in like a man who had been lost in the desert for a week. He couldn’t pull his gaze from you as you lay between his spread thighs with your pretty mouth stuffed full of his cock.
You licked into his slit before tonguing around the prominent ridge of his cockhead then down the protruding veins. You repeated the process over and over then finally swallowed him down, your nose brushing the neatly trimmed bush at his pelvis. He groaned at the wet, tight sensation of you swallowing, the muscles in your throat squeezing his tip.
His raven hair fanned behind his head, an arm finally thrown over his eyes whilst you worshipped him like a God.
Finally, the time had come to switch things up and pure unadulterated excitement ignited your veins at the prospect. Pulling your mouth from his swollen tip, you licked your lips seductively and cleaned at the arousal on your sticky fingers like a preening cat.
“Levi,” you cooed, walking your fingers up his taut stomach and onto his chest, “turn over for me.”
His bottom lip was held deep between his teeth as his arm flew back from his face, a high blush polished his cheeks, and you smothered his suddenly quivering stomach in quick kisses until he grunted and made to move. Levi paused whilst kneeling in front of you, cupping your cheeks and fixing you with an intense stare which would have buckled your knees had you not been already lying down.
“Promise you’ll stop if I ask?”
You frowned, stretching up until your forehead rested against his. “I promise, Levi. Just wanna make you feel good…”
He nodded, happy with your words and with one final glance over his shoulder he bowed forwards on all fours. Your breath caught in your throat, a mist to your eyes as he trusted you with his insecurity and you pushed forward to make sure you cradled that trust with the care and delicacy it deserved.
It wasn’t long before the room was fogged with a thick cloud of sex, the smell permeated everything and the lewd squelch of your fingers coated in lube as you worked him open.
Whilst Levi had been stiff and tense, with every passing sweep your fingers trailed over his dick and balls with your free hand, he relaxed and the slide became far easier on you both.
Little whimpers came from where his face met the pillow, little droplets of sweat ran down his spine and dropped to the sheets and his hips rocked from side to side. He was enjoying it, as you predicted, and you smiled at how reactive he was being.
“Feel good, hm? Mhm. I’m gonna fuck you now, I’ll go slow and we’ll see how you feel.”
There was no verbal answer, only more animalistic noises and you chuckled to yourself as you smeared a thick glob of lube onto the strap-on secured around your legs and hips.
His hole puckered at the first press of the blunt tip, and you shushed him softly, rocking back and forth until you were able to fit behind the tight ring of muscles.
You held it there; one hand holding the base of the strap-on and the other against Levi’s hip, letting him get used to it.
“How does it feel?” you asked with a soft sigh.
“F-full… like my brain can’t quite focus on… anything.”
His voice was a little higher than usual, disorientation clear but there were clear signs of pleasure, and you gave an experimental thrust which was met with a cry of several curses.
Your rhythm was slow and steady as you had promised, every stroke gave way to new ground and before long your pelvis smacked right against his tight ass. His grunts and growls became more erratic as you fucked into him with more strength, and soon you were feeling yourself drift towards release from simply watching him enjoy what you offered.
“Touch yourself, handsome. Stroke that delicious cock.”
Levi braced on one forearm, lowering down further as if he were in prayer but it was far from saintly what he was doing. His hand wrapped around his weeping cock, hissing as you delivered a stroke that fucked his cock right into his fist. His arm jerked at a frantic pace, and you could tell that he was very close to falling over the edge into orgasm.
“Harder!” he yelled, sounding muffled by a mouthful of pillow.
Surprised, aroused and very willing, you gripped both of Levi’s slim hips as you pulled back until just the tip remained inside. His breathing was laboured, and the tugging on his cock paused as he waited for you to move. With fingers tight on his skin, little half crescents marking him from your nails, you slammed back in and he jerked forward from the impact.
“F-Fuck!”
You pounded him hard, every slam accompanied by the smack of your skin hitting his and the wet sound of his slicked-up cock being fisted tightly. He moaned so long and low that you could feel his pleasure in your body and it was so sinful and intense.
A fierce shudder coursed up his spine, and you sensed his release. Holding yourself deep in his stretched ass you held him as he shot sticky ropes of cum all over the sheets. Whining like a pup he twitched and bucked in your grip. You pulled free and quickly removed the harness. Watching as Levi fell forward to fully collapse on the bed, not caring from the mess beneath him for the first time in his life.
He panted as you rolled him to his side and wrapped your arms around his shoulders tenderly, kissing his face and whispering such adorations into his ear as he came down from his high.
“Was it good, darling? Do you need anything?”
He hummed that familiar hum, and you tensed, but it was short lived as he deemed to answer your questions on this occasion.
“I guess you were right, seems you know me better than I know myself… thank you, sweetheart.”
From that day on, Levi didn’t mind if your finger slipped… accidental or not!
summary: between sleepless nights, bruised hands, and captain levi’s relentless attention, the line between self-preservation and self-destruction begins to blur. captain levi watches you like he’s waiting for you to make a mistake. the problem is that you can’t stop watching him back.
content warning(s): age difference, power imbalance, loss of innocence, mildly dubious consent, canon-typical violence, circa season 1 of aot, aged up recruits, slight eren yeager/reader, not so slowburn, eventual explicit sexual content.
chapter specific warnings: nothing :p things are looking up for levi and reader trust <3 also going off the headcanon that levi can't read or write that well bc of his childhood. if u don't like that i don't care
author's note: there is a bit of a timeskip between chapter eight and this one, skipped over most of season two because i said so! this is basically a little bit before season three, and i dragged out the timeline a couple weeks because wym season 1 and 2 are like 14 days??? LMAO. soooo yeah. don't @ me about the timeline i do what i want.
“. . . I don’t think you’re supposed to cook it that way.”
“What do you mean!” Connie protested, the wooden spoon in his hand flying around while he talked, hovering dangerously close to everyone’s faces. “You put the meat first so that it can cook up and then the vegetables and then the spices and —”
Jean looked at the pot and back to Connie deadpanned. “That’s not the meat.”
Connie looked down at the pot and had to try his hardest to suppress a smile after realizing Jean was right. “What? No! You’re mistaken —”
“That’s bread,” Jean said, pinching the bridge of his nose to stop himself from yelling. Letting Connie be in charge of dinner today was turning out to be the biggest mistake anyone had made in a long time. “Now we don’t have anything to dip in the soup, Connie.”
“Well if you really think about it, the bread has already conveniently been dipped in the soup! So less work for everyone. You’re just mad because you’re not seeing my vision.”
“There isn’t a vision,” Jean shot back. “The bread is literally dissolving.”
Sasha sat up onto the counter and leaned over the pot, her hand wafting the smell into her nose. “I don’t know . . .” she hummed. “It still smells pretty good.”
Jean stared at her with half disbelief and half exhaustion. “Of course you’d say that. You’d eat tree bark if someone seasoned it the way you like.”
You laughed from your seat near Eren, trying your best to stay focused through all the chaos by chopping up a peeled potato on the cutting board. Eren was taking his sweet time peeling the skin off of them, making you roll your eyes when you had to wait for more than ten seconds in the assembly line. “You’re terrible at this,” you whined, kicking him from underneath the table. “Stay focused.”
“I can’t when Jean won’t stop complaining,” Eren stated, earning an angry wave of Jean’s hand. “You should’ve asked to be in charge of dinner duty if you’re going to yell at Connie the whole time!”
While Jean and Eren got into yet another argument, you sighed and spent your time finishing the last of the potatoes given to you and pushing them towards Connie and Sasha to put into the broth. “At least someone is competent,” Sasha said with a smile, flinching when the droplets of the stew coated her hands as she plopped the potatoes in. “Maybe Captain Levi won’t want to kill us as much as he wanted to yesterday.”
The rest of the group laughed at Sasha’s joke, but you gave a simple smile and focused on cleaning the counter of potato skins, sweeping them into a pile in your hands. It had been nearly a month since Levi ended whatever it was the two of you had been, and hearing someone else say his name still felt unfamiliar. It wasn’t in the painful way it had been before, when you couldn’t even think about breathing in his direction before that talk with Mikasa in Stohess, but it was still uncomfortable.
You were wrapped up in helping Eren with his Titan experiments that sometimes there were entire afternoons where you didn’t think about what happened with Levi. You would argue with Jean over card games or stop Mikasa from working out too much after she got injured saving Eren from Reiner and Bertholdt, and your stoic Captain was the last thing on your mind.
But then someone would say his name, or you would hear his footsteps upstairs in his room late at night, and your heart would remember before your mind could catch up.
“ . . . You’re zoning out again,” Eren complained, nudging your shoulder with his elbow. “I’ve been handing you the potatoes for like, thirty seconds.” Oh so now he’s mad that you’re the one taking a long time?
You blinked down at the table and saw three peeled potatoes sitting in front of you untouched. “Oh.”
“Oh?” Jean repeated. “You were basically asleep with your eyes open.”
You reached and flicked a piece of potato skin at him, watching it bounce against his face and fall to the floor. Jean gasped dramatically and immediately picked it up from the floor, throwing it into the trash can. “You are an incredibly rude person. You should stop hanging out with Eren before he corrupts you further.”
“Too late,” Armin stated, looking up from the recipe book he was pretending to read. “She’s already in too deep.”
You glanced over at him. “You’re not helping!”
The afternoon light waned through the windows, exposing the pink and orange hues of dusk to the worn wooden floorboards beneath your boots. The safehouse was definitely old, possibly older than yourself, and the old walls, creaking stairs, and furniture had seen better days. But after almost a month, it was practically home. Cloaks were draped along the coat racks, there were notebooks and leather bound books from both Armin and Hange when they visited, and the fire was always going in the hearth to keep the place warm in the fall air.
Everyone knew that it was temporary. Soon enough you’d be sent somewhere else or given another expedition to remind you all that peace was never lasting inside the Survey Corps. For now, however, this safehouse was home.
A floorboard creaked overhead and all conversations softened by a fraction.
You kept your eyes on the cutting board in front of you, reaching for the last potato as though it was your lifeline. The footsteps crossed the floor over all of your heads and began to descend down the stairs.
No one spoke, not because they were afraid of him, but because it was a habit, an unconscious reminder of the chain of command that sometimes got muddled being in the forest for so long. Levi rounded the corner a second later, dressed in his usual dark slacks and white buttoned up shirt. His eyes swept over the kitchen and immediately landed on the mess that was considered ‘dinner’ by Connie.
“I see we’ve decided to eat slop tonight,” he said, face deadpanned. “I can’t say I’m excited.”
Connie’s head snapped toward him, neglecting to use the spoon as a pointer the way he did with the rest of the group. “It’s soup.”
“Well is the soup ready yet?” Levi asked, raising an eyebrow as he leaned against the doorframe. “And I better not see any mess when you’re finished. I don’t care if you’re up until two in the morning cleaning this kitchen to perfection, I want it done.”
Connie’s shoulders sagged. “You say that every night, Captain.”
“Because every night this kitchen somehow ends up looking worse than when I found it,” Levi replied evenly, crossing his arms. “It’s disgusting. We prepare food here.” He quietly pushed himself away from the doorframe and crossed toward the kettle sitting over the stove, ignoring the way that Jean and Connie began to get into another argument. It was background noise.
You allowed your eyes to follow him for a small moment, appreciating the way the white shirt clung to his broad shoulders leaving nothing to the imagination. It was unfair how effortlessly put together he always looked, even late at night when he was exhausted from a long day of training Eren to shift over and over again until everyone was tired and hungry. Even after everything, your first thought was that he looked handsome, annoyingly so.
Before he could notice you looking, you lowered your gaze back to the cutting board.
Mikasa and Historia walked in with pieces of chopped firewood, both of them dropping the logs in their hands beside the stove. “We’re almost out again,” Historia said, her voice impossibly small underneath the arguments on the other side of the room. “We’ll have to cut down another tree tomorrow.”
You busied yourself with grabbing the bowls from where they sat near the bucket of water you’d used to clean them earlier. “We’ll do that in the morning,” you decided, handing her a bowl and a rag so she and Mikasa could wipe off the dirt on their hands.
Dinner was remarkably silent save for the sounds of spoons scraping against bowls and Connie’s sighs every time someone took a bite and didn’t compliment his cooking. Thankfully, it wasn’t that terrible. The bread was soggy, yes, but the vegetables were cooked through and the meat that you’d helped Mikasa hunt earlier today somehow survived the experimentation. Sasha was already on her third bowl and Eren was too busy scarfing down his food to say something annoying to Jean.
“What are we doing tomorrow?” Sasha asked, setting her bowl down from sipping at the broth. “More experiments?”
Eren sighed, a sound that gave way to how tired he was. “I don’t know if I can do much tomorrow,” he admitted, exhaustion in his gaze. “I feel like I’m letting you all down but this constant shifting is really getting to me.”
“If it was easy you wouldn’t have to practice, Eren ,” Levi said, his voice cutting through the murmurs. “We’ll go slow. I’ll tell Hange to ease up for a day. Don’t expect it all the time.”
Eren let out a laugh. “Understood, Captain.”
“You’ve already made a lot of progress,” Armin said, setting his spoon down. “A month ago you had trouble transforming twice in a day. Now you can do more than that without exhausting yourself too much.”
“Yeah, but it’s not anywhere close to them,” Eren said, emphasizing the problem that was Reiner and Bertholdt. There had been no information about where they were or what they were doing since their betrayal, and no one knew if they were still alive. Ymir had given them a pretty good chance of survival, but all of you had fled the field before the Pure Titans turned their attention back on all the Scouts on horseback.
“You’ll get there, you don’t have to catch up to them overnight,” Armin said eventually through the tension at the mention of old comrades.
Eren gave a hum.
“Besides,” Connie started. “They obviously had years to figure out how to do this stuff. You’ve had . . . well you haven’t had that long.”
“Doesn’t make it less frustrating,” Eren said while looking down at his bowl.
“No,” Levi agreed in a gruff tone. “It doesn’t.”
You were the last one asleep, which seemed to be a common theme for the past few weeks. You tried to make use of it though, offering to clean the kitchen and pick up the common area so your friends could get more rest. Everyone settled into their own chores as per Levi’s request, and you quickly fashioned yourself as the one who cleans so you had more time for yourself at night. Maybe it was because you slept better knowing there wasn’t another chore waiting for you in the morning.
Whatever the reason, you had taken over the kitchen after dinner, washing the bowls and wiping down the counters. The lantern over the sink casted a warm pool of light across the countertop while everything else was comfortably shaded. Your perfectly crafted peace was good for a good five extra minutes before you heard familiar footsteps approach the kitchen.
Just the person you didn’t want to see.
“I didn’t realize you were still here,” Levi said, standing an awkward few paces away from you. “They left you to clean up everything?”
You sighed, not turning to face him and focusing on washing the bowl in your hand. “I wanted them to.”
“I see.”
Silence settled again and for once in your life you were extremely grateful for it. You weren’t scared of Levi by any means, all of your past encounters made sure of that, but you would be lying if you said that you wanted to be around him alone more than you needed to. There was once a time where you relished in being alone with your Captain, but now? Now all you wanted to do was stop cleaning all together and go to your room and scream into your pillow.
You wished he left after that. Or maybe you didn’t. You weren’t sure anymore.
“You don’t have to do that all by yourself,” he said after a brief pause. “They’ll get used to it if you keep volunteering and then you’ll always be expected to do it.”
You shrugged. “I don’t mind.”
“I didn’t ask if you minded.”
It almost made you smile, almost. It was so painful ‘Levi’ of him to say something like that and for a fleeting moment, you forgot about all that happened between the two of you. “I’ll remember that for next time,” you answered, resuming your washing. You heard the kettle beside you begin to whistle softly and without looking at him, you reached for another bowl that wasn’t there.
“You already finished them,” he said, walking closer to grab the tea pot, his shoulder brushing yours. Such a small touch sent you reeling, making you clutch onto the side of the sink to ground yourself.
You sighed and finally turned to look at him, he was too focused on grabbing a cup to notice it. He looked tired, dark circles beneath his eyes that hadn’t disappeared in the weeks you’d all been cooped up in this safehouse, and there was still that stiffness in his upper body you weren’t sure could ever be relaxed. He shifted his weight, which told you that his ankle wasn’t completely healed. Of course, Levi hid it well. Most people wouldn’t have noticed.
You hated that you did.
“Your ankle,” you said, the words leaving your mouth before you had the chance to stop them. “Is it . . .” The question died in the air between you both.
Levi glanced over at you, hands stalling for a moment from where they fiddled with a tea bag. “It’s better.”
You couldn’t help but laugh a bit, shaking your head. “Riveting conversation as always.”
Levi stilled before doing the unimaginable — he laughed. It wasn’t loud and it almost didn’t deserve the description of a laugh, it was a single breath of amusement through his nose, the corner of his mouth pulling up for a fraction of a second. You stared at him, unsure of what to do now that at least a part of his walls had been chipped away again.
But then his past words echoed in your mind. A lapse in judgement. Perhaps that laugh was a lapse in judgement as well.
“Well,” you said, rubbing your hands on your pants and glancing over at the clock. “Goodnight, Captain.”
Right as you pushed the door open, Levi spoke again. “Wait.”
You paused in your movement, taking a breath before turning on your heel, bracing for whatever he needed to say to you. It couldn’t be worse than anything he’d already said to you, but you still felt the need to walk on eggshells regardless.
Levi had gone quiet, fingers resting around the porcelain cup where his eyes stayed fixed anywhere but you. He looked as though he forgot why he had stopped you in the first place. “Tomorrow,” he began, clearing his throat. “I need your help with writing some correspondence to Commander Erwin.”
Your eyes squinted. “Writing?”
Levi looked mildly inconvenienced. “Commander Erwin prefers detailed reports. You write well. You explain things clearly.”
Your heart betrayed you, it wasn’t even a romantic compliment by any means. It wasn’t personal and it didn’t speak to your character, yet you still felt impacted by it nonetheless. He hadn’t given you a genuine compliment since . . . before. “You want me to help write the report?”
He tapped a singular finger against the side of his steaming teacup, the aroma filling your nostrils. “I need someone to make sure it actually sounds like a report,” he explained. “And I’m not good at writing it that way.”
“Okay?” You said, slight apprehension in your tone.
“Are you going to help or not?” Levi asked, finally making eye contact with you.
You wrung your hands, letting the question land before giving an imperceptible nod and walking away before the conversation strayed elsewhere.
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.
