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leviismybby · 8 months
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Levi saying "I don't like your attitude, brat" to which the reader responds with "Okay? Fuck it out of me then" and then Levi basically rearranging the readers guts...
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moo-blogging · 11 months
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Just thinking that I fangirl over another anime man who also has dark hair, is morally gray, a police personnel but like extra tall, Levi would be pissed.
It's 2am and I'm still going strong on the anime (I'm a pretty self disciplined person, i only allow myself 5 episodes per day but this anime is really really interesting) and it pisses Levi off. He would be sneering and "tch"-ing a lot but he wouldn't stop watching too because the storyline is good. But at the end of the season, Levi would spit "he's just tall".
I would say "you're jealous" Levi would let out a nervous laugh, "of him? Not a chance." But Levi would insist I hug him to sleep because he is indeed jealous.
"Should i change my hairstyle like his?"
"No, Levi, I love yours the way you are. And I love you and only you."
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lovolee3 · 1 year
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Hii Kia! Please do A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex), V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) and L = Location (Favourite places to do the do) for Levi?
Hi there! With pleasure!
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) I think Levi would make sure his s/o feels comfortable after sex. He'd basically do anything, that makes them happy and comfy. It will surely include cleaning them (at least wipe them down with a washcloth, if they are too tired to bath or shower), and changing the sheets, it would involve a lot of cuddling and reassuring and if needed, he has food and water or any drink they like already placed in the bedroom. As for him I think he'd also need reassurance that he did good. So talking with him and cleaning him is a must. Also changing the sheets. No matter how tired he is, he needs to be clean. Otherwise, the next day will be very unpleasant since he would be in a sour mood. Run your fingers through his hair and give him skin to skin contact and he will be on cloud nine.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) Simple. He loves hearing his s/o, but will stay as quiet as possible. Of course, we let him know we want to hear his pretty voice. He'd be super embarrassed about it, but if it makes you happy, he will be louder.
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do) I think he would be VERY private about being intimate. That's a thing only for his eyes and his s/o's so the bedroom. Maybe his office too, but keep that door locked.
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almostsweetangel · 1 year
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NYT article abt goncharov has comments like 'what is the purpose of this film's existence these kids are just lying' motherfucker how do you think our ancestors survived. how do you think folklore formed. culture. music. art. PURPOSE????? do you think everything must be commodified? sold? weighed to be valued? has the rot in your soul spread so far you cannot find value in anything not spoken in numbers??? it's FUN. THAT'S WHY. THE PURPOSE IS THE ACT, THE MESSAGE IS THE MEDIUM, THE SYMBOL IS THE STORY. it brings people joy for its mere existence and that IS the point. existence is its purpose alone
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artbyblastweave · 6 months
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The process by which Invincible has had to condense and consolidate the plot beats of the original comic, coupled with the opportunity it's granted the writers to tighten up and emphasize its themes on a second pass, has resulted in a newfound appreciation for how unbelievably fucking good Angstrom Levy's whole character concept is. What's that, Mark? Your main emotional crisis this season is your fear of turning out like your father? Here, have an archnemesis who's out to kill you because his memories were inadvertently overwritten with the lived experiences of hundreds of alternate versions of himself whose friends and families were slaughtered in worlds where you did, in fact, turn out exactly like your father. Because it turns out that that is in fact the multiversal norm. That you turn out like your father. And now you're left to wonder what set of arbitrary coinflips pulled you back from that abyss in this dimension, and whether your luck is going to continue to hold into the future.
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levilxvr · 5 months
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thinking about levi waking up the morning after you guys had a really rough session and finding a line of hickeys down his neck.
You’re still asleep and he’s standing in front of the bathroom mirror washing his face when he nearly gets a heart attack. He squints and tilts his neck to see like, 6 or 7 purplish red bruises decorating his neck, all the way down to his collarbone. Shit. He knows it’s not your fault- not like he could control himself either. But how the hell was he supposed to walk around the barracks with a horrendously obvious display of hickeys?
He stalks off to erwin’s office. He has only one solution now because there’s absolutely nothing he can do to cover it up.
“I need to take leave today.”
Erwin looks up from his paperwork. “Why?” Then he notices the amount of hickeys on levi’s neck and chokes on his own laughter. Meanwhile levi is glaring at him, not happy at all.
“Help me out a little here won’t you?”
“Alright, alright, I’ll keep you in the office today. You can continue signing the documents from Marley- I’ll get hange to take over training duty.”
Safe to say, levi definitely didn’t end up finishing erwin’s paperwork because you visited his office in the afternoon and distracted him with more important business.
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journey-to-the-attic · 4 months
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this was/is a trend i think but what's important is that i got to draw satan and lynette on the same canvas
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happybird16 · 6 months
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I'm going to make myself cry typing this but here we go..
I think one of the points of Attack on Titan is that humanity is forgetful. Doomed to forget, actually.
Our main cast are heroes, not just the surviving ones. Levi deserves to have statues built of him. The surviving members of the 104th even went on to become politicians, traveling the world to help change things for the better. I have no doubt that they had buildings named after them, streets and parks named after them. There were probably history books specifically dedicated to each and every one of them.
But humans are forgetful.
There were no photos of Eren. He probably only continued to exist in history books, where he was demonized and vilified for decimating the world. By the time their fingers started to get all wrinkly from age, Mikasa and Armin probably forgot what Eren looked like. What he sounded like.
Time passes and humans forget. Statues crumble, buildings rot and fall apart. People forget figures that used to be significant. History books are changed. Even atrocities eventually become dulled in humanities collective memory. Bombs turn everything to dust. Humans are doomed to forget and repeat their mistakes again and again and again.. and I think that's the point.
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levitiquee · 5 months
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“Daaa-ddy.”
Levi startles, looking up. The little girl stood before him, all wide eyes and beaming at him.
“Yes? Shouldn’t you be at school?”
She shrugs, then thrusts out a hair brush and a set of scrunchies. “Do my hair today!” She grins.
Levi is taken aback slightly, not at all expecting such a request. It’s not that he had a bad relationship with his daughter really, if anything Levi spends every second that he can spare with her. But even so, it was so sudden and specific, not to mention she has never asked him to do it before. It was you who helped her get ready.
“Doesn’t mommy usually do that?” He asks slowly. “Is she busy?”
She shakes her head quickly. “I just want you to do it today.” She smiles, holding the brush out to him, waiting for him to take it.
Levi glances at it then looks back up. How could he say no to that?
So, without a word, he motions her to turn around which she follows happily, pulling a stool nearby to sit between Levi’s legs. Levi takes the brush, though slightly hard to hold without his missing fingers, he manages, combing through the black silky strands.
Like his.
Though, his own hair was stranded with gray now, a sign of the long years he had lived. Even Ackermans don’t stay young forever.
But it’s still so strange to him, having her here, right in front of him. He still freezes a little when she smiles at him, watching her with awe. She looked almost exactly identical to him, starting from the shape of her face to the color of her eyes, just the exact shade of the silvery blue that his own eyes hold. But there was a brightness in those eyes that Levi doesn't think he ever had. She was like this little ball of sunshine, always so bright.
And her smile, that came from you.
She was his. Yours. Theirs.
A part of him and a part of you. A whole other human being. A child. A blessing.
It was the hardest at thr beginning. For him to get used to it. Despite the 9 months of pregnancy, it was when he first held her that the realization finally hit him. That she was his daughter. His.
And the moment his eyes locked with the newborn, he knew he was doomed.
That there was nothing he wouldn’t do for this small, small, absolutely tiny person that came to earth no more than half an hour ago. That he had just met.
It was crazy how it only took him only a moment for him to swear his life for her, to become so protective. It was actually ridiculous, how he felt anxious even when it was the nurses holding her, he’d been so rigid, so poised. Even when handing her over to someone else’s arms, he had his hand outstretched because just in case. It took a shit load of convincing from you for him to let Jean and Connie hold her.
It was crazier watching her grow up. Never had he felt this ridiculous amount of pure joy and excitement ever. Only to hear her first words, to watch her take her first steps, holding his hand. He swears it was only yesterday.
His chain of thought was cut off as she started to happily chatter about things. Unlike Levi, she talks. A lot. Levi doesn’t mind, he listens quietly. Every once in a while, inserting a comment.
“I’ve read about you. In the history books. Our teacher taught us.”
“Yeah?” He mumbles, brushing softly. “What’d you learn?”
“They called you humanity’s strongest.” She stumbles on the word a little, which was a bit heavy for her usual vocabulary. She turns around to look at him with awe and wonder, wide eyes asking for confirmation. “That’s so cool!”
He only lets out a small hum in response.
"Will I be as strong as you one day?"
"Sure. You already are." He hopes she never needs to be.
“I saw your picture too. And mommy’s. Also, Uncle Connie used to be bald back then.” She finishes with a giggle, the idea of Connie’s lack of hair amusing her. “You were like a superhero, weren’t you daddy?”
“I wouldn’t shoot that far.” He answers with a small smile.
Back then, Levi had never imagined the idea of having a family. There, caged between the walls, surrounded by those tremendous monsters. When there was no guarantee that you’d come back alive once you’re out there. How could he even think of bringing a child to the world, if he couldn’t even do the least that is to promise their safety?
But now, here she runs and plays outside, without a worry in the world, tirelessly. She doesn’t have to starve like Levi had to, she grows up with only all the good the world has to offer. She doesn’t know the worst of how things could be and Levi hopes she never does. She doesn’t yet understand the role Levi and you had played in creating this world, but she does understand the value of it. She asks questions sometimes, about the wheelchair and the eye and the hand. About your scars and why somedays you can't get yourself from bed. He doesn’t answer. He doesn’t know how to answer. And Levi knows, one day, he’ll have to tell her all of it, life back then and the life he had. But for now, he prays, let her grow up with only love and pureness. Let her see the world in her rose colored glasses. Something he never got to do.
She taps Levi’s leg as he bunches the hair to tie a ponytail. “Do braids.” She says.
“Braids? Don’t you always wear a ponytail?” Levi asks.
“Yes, but,” She tries to explain, stumbling for words. “Tash always pulls by it.”
Tash was one of her classmates, Levi knew from her frustrated rants about him. From what he could gather, neither liked each other much. “Next time he bothers you, you do the thing that I taught you.” He tells her.
“The thing with my hands?” She asked brightly, balling her hands to show him.
“Hey, no beating up kids at school. Levi!” You appear in the doorway, only catching the last bit of the conversation. “Don’t give her ideas. And you,” You look at your daughter who was smiling smugly. “I’ve been looking for you–wait, is Levi doing your hair?” You say, finally noticing and very surprised.
‘Yes!” She replies excitedly, “He’s doing braids! He’s very slow though.”
Levi playfully pats her head. “It’s because you keep moving.” He sighs. “Must you need braids? I’m not sure if I can–”
“Yes.”
Levi was about to say something else until she turned around, giving him the most adorable pout ever, eyes all round and needy, her brows pinched together. “Please?” She asks sweetly.
Well damn.
Levi tries, he really tries. But the word no somehow managed to disappear from his vocabulary, along with all of its synonyms. So he sighs, nodding.
“Levi, I can–” You start.
“It’s okay.” He puts up a hand, stopping you. He doesn’t know much about the process, but he’s spent enough time watching you do her hair. So he thinks he can manage it. “I can do it. Probably.” He says uncertainty.
It was slightly difficult to manage multiple sections of hair when you’re missing two fingers, but even surprising himself, he does manage it, after a few attempts. A little uneven, but works.
"Happy?" He asks her, patting her head.
It was good enough for the girl, who jumped up right after it was finished and cheered happily as an answer to Levi. She jumps to his arms, pulling him by the neck to plant a big smooch in his cheek.
“You're the best.” She beams at him, then running off to grab her bag which was by the door.
“Wow, mommy’s nonexistent now?” You fold your arms in mock offense.
She doesn’t answer, only picks up her bag and runs to hug you full speed, wrapping herself around your knees. “I love you.” She calls out, then turns to Levi. “And I love you too! I'm leaving now!”
Then she was out the door before you could say I love you back.
“Don’t run, you’ll fall.” Levi calls out to her, who was already far out of hearing range.
You closed the door. Then leaned against it, staring at Levi.
Levi looked away, cheeks heating up slightly, noticing the strange way you were staring at him, already knowing what comes after.
“So.” You said.
“So, what?” He said, glancing at you.
“Where'd you learn how to do braids?"
He huffs. "From you. I watched you do it.''
"Really?' It was so cute you could melt.
“Stop looking at me like that.” He grunts. “She’s my girl. I can do her hair sometimes, it’s not that big of a deal.”
“So, I’m not your girl?” You pout, exactly the same expression your daughter made just moments ago. “How come I don't I get braids?”
“I–” Levi starts, then huffing frustratedly. He can’t even say no to his daughter, who was he to say no to the mother? He tries nevertheless.
“I’m not doing it. Stop looking at me like that.”
You did not look away, pouting out your lips more.
“I won’t.”
You blinked, turning your expression sadder.
Levi gives up.
“C’mere.” He sighs.
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romantichomicide95 · 2 months
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levi ackerman body hcs ⨾ pic edition
anon requested. sorry this was literally so hard and i couldn’t do the rest of the boys:(
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thewritingwrath · 1 month
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Levi always thought you were beautiful breastfeeding. Cuddled up on your master bed, snuggled up in his robe, blankets, as the baby slowly eats from you plumb breast.
Levi couldn’t get over your breasts, they were larger, softer, covered in beautiful stretch marks, and most importantly they kept your child alive.
The soft look on your face, with the tired yet loving eyes, as you look down at your baby, and Levi’s tried yet loving eyes looking at you.
All he wants to do is press endless kisses to your body, especially your beautiful breast.
(Tell me, should I make a whole one shot based on this?)
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ponury-grajek · 1 year
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I can't believe I drew a fanart for this
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philocalis-t · 22 days
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Old saw x termina
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starrylevi · 4 months
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Levi doesn’t get how you find The Sims entertaining.
 “It’s a virtual dollhouse.” He tells you. “That’s what so great about it!” You retort. “Whatever floats your boat…” He mutters to himself. He says this but he makes sure you have all the sims 4 packs (there are A LOT of them). And when one is coming out, He’ll listen to you passionately explain the premise of the pack. “When it comes out, just let me know.” He’ll give you his credit card info so you can charge it as he doesn’t want you to spend any of your money.
“I made us in the Sims!” You excitedly sit in Levi’s lap with your laptop in hand.
“Hm?” Levi places his chin on the crook of your neck as his hands gently graze the sides of your thighs.
“The Sims!” You exclaim again. “Look, there’s you and there’s me…” Your finger points out each of your sims on the screen. “Oh, and we have a child together!” Levi’s eyes follow your finger as you point at the child sim. “Her name is Kuchel.”
You feel Levi tense up behind you for a moment. “Wait…what’s her name?”
“Kuchel.” You repeat, quieter this time. “Sorry, I can change her name if you don’t feel comfortable with it.” You add quickly.
Levi’s expression softens; he stays silent for a moment before speaking again. “...Can you make her?” He asks you quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Your mom?” You turn slightly so you can see his face.
He nods to confirm.
 “Of course, I'll do my best.” You tell him with a soft smile.
You ask Levi to describe her to you, his eyes filled with fondness as he recalls her features and her personality. You spend hours on the Kuchel sim, wanting her to look and be as accurate as possible.
After a few days, you show Levi the finished product in the game as you have the Kuchel sim interact with the Levi sim. You look at Levi for a brief moment while the Sims are speaking to each other. The expression on his face is hard to read. It’s a mix of pleasant surprise, awe, and sadness.
“Is it okay, is there anything I should change?” You ask him, worried you didn’t capture her likeness as you watch him study her.
He silently shakes his head. “No…she’s perfect.” 
You tell Levi he’s more than welcome to play whenever he wants. You’re surprised when he does take you up on that offer. He picks up on the mechanics quickly and soon he has the whole family (Your sim, Levi’s sim, your daughter, and Kuchel) traveling all over the world, going on adventures, and trying new things together. At one point you suggest the Levi sim and the Kuchel sim spend some time alone together and Levi does just that, taking them to coffee and tea shops, having them take walks in the park, and going to the library. As you and Levi continue to play together, you learn more about Kuchel as some of the actions in the game trigger different memories of his mother.
Levi doesn’t say it but he’s thankful for this silly little game you introduced him to because he can now have a cup of tea with his mother, even if it’s only pretend.
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moo-blogging · 1 month
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No thoughts tonight but Levi asking about how you feel when you first started to make love.
After the initial rush of pleasure, Levi would study your body language. How your brows frown when he grabbed your boobs. How you tilted your head back when he rubbed your wall deep and slow. How your back arched when he slammed into you fast and hard continuously.
And he would ask you tenderly, "you like it, Y/N? You like it this way?" Inaudible moans slipped from your lips as you nodded your chin weakly. Your body was aflamed with pleasure and soreness. Your walls involuntarily pulsing as you cummed for probably the hundredth time.
He tossed and flipped you around, trying on different positions and different angles. He listened to your moans and knew the difference between pleasure and pain. He soothed you when your body spasmed involuntarily, chuckling to himself when you were paralysed on the fluid-soaked bed.
Levi knew you and your pleasure buttons by his body. He knew how to turn you on. He knew how to make you feel good. And he knew how to make you scream ;)
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apparently-artless · 21 days
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●◉ ATTACK ON TITAN: NO REGRETS ✦ LEVI ACKERMAN ◉●
dedicated to Mica (@koushuwu), happy birthday!! (°◡°♡)
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