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kariighost · 2 hours
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I want Levi to stare at me the way he’s staring at the teapot 🥹
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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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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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m-jelly · 3 months
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Touch is so important to Levi.
Touch is a way he can show his love, feel connected, be reassured and to feel safe.
Simple touches bring a smile to his face and give him a warmth that make him relax.
He'll lightly touch your skin to remind himself that you are there with him. He'll trace patterns on your skin rather absentmindedly, or just run his fingertips in a clawing motion. Other times he'll trace his name or a heart so you know he loves you and you are all his.
He enjoys how soft and warm your skin is, he just has to touch you as often as he can. He will lightly touch you when you're sat together, or when he holds you against him.
His touch can be possessive as well and an indication he is aroused. His grip is hard on your thigh. He'll squeeze and massage it tightly to let you know you are his, as well as to make you tingle and feel deep desire in you just like he feels. His squeezes always get higher up.
Touch doesn't always have to be by hand. He likes touching you with his leg, his knee or his arm. He has to make sure he's touching you in some way. The contact reassures him that you are right there next to him and you will never leave him.
Something you both love is when he touches you with his lips. He drags his lips along your shoulder and up your neck. He'll smile against your skin and kiss you lightly, sometimes he'll bite and lick your skin. It's not always to turn you on but is done playfully.
Lying in your arms is another way he adores touching you, or you lying in his.
Touch is so important to Levi.
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kikarouflames · 2 months
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Thinking about bathing with Levi, just relaxing in the tub with warm water and your head on his chest. The warmth between the two of you and the one from water is so soothing and comforting. His strong, muscled arms around you and the the soft, pillowed feeling of his pecs on your cheek.
Imagine running your hand on his abs, feeling the hard muscles and slowly feeling it up to his pecs. The groan that will leave him when you wrap your heated mouth around his nipple, the shiver the rises out of him as you suck on it. The rose bud is soft under your tongue, the taste of it and the noises he makes is so delicious that you can go on and on. Letting him pull you off with a satisfied sigh and then he attaches his heated mouth on your neck sucking and running his hands gently massaging and exploring your body. The heat of it all makes you moan, he doubles the warmth when he covers your lips with his, the battle of fiery tongue and soft lips. Tasting the delicacy of the sweet and slow love making and letting yourself melt in the warmth of the water and his body. Nothing feels better.
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leviiheichou · 21 days
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You get angry at Levi for something and ignore him for a period of time and he'll get so anxious that he'll literally annoy you till the end of the world, just to hear your voice.
Although he's never admitting that.
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myloveismylevi · 2 months
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Just a lil weepy thinking about post-war dadvi, his little boy (5? 6?) wanting to make tea for his Dad the way he’s seen him do it a million times, because he just loves him so much and admires him and wants to make him the happiest Dad in the world, but he’s still so little compared to the world around him, so he pulls a chair over to the counter and climbs on it, putting water in the teapot, opening the canister of tea leaves, and pulling a teacup - Levi’s favorite teacup - out of the cabinet. but his hands are small, and when he tries to climb down from the chair the cup slips from his hand and breaks on the kitchen floor.
So, naturally Levi comes hurrying (as much as he can on his stiff knee) into the kitchen to see what produced the noise, and finds the chaos his little one has produced on the counter, and him, kneeling on the ground, with shards of porcelain in front of him. And when his father stands in the doorway, he looks up at him, tears collecting at his lash line.
“I’m sorry, Daddy…” he’ll whimper.
“What happened?” Levi’ll ask in his usual monotone voice, but there’s a softness behind it.
And the boy will try to explain, tears rolling down his face, feeling so awful for making a mess, and for breaking his Dad’s favorite cup, and for not being able to take care of Daddy the way Daddy takes care of him, because he’s got Levi’s same bleeding heart beating in his chest, the one that wants to take care, the one wants to be strong and independent. But also his introspection, his emotion, his sensitivity and empathy.
And Levi’ll be transported back to his own childhood, the teacup that belonged to his mom, the one that they had to sell, the one he tried to get back, but couldn’t. And his heart will ache so bad to think that his child, his sweet perfect angle of a thing, feels even a fraction of the hurt he felt over a piece of porcelain, because of his utter devotion to him.
And he’ll take the boy in his arms, and he’ll hold him close, and he’ll tell him patiently and gently, in his Levi way, that a cup is just a thing, and what matters most is that he wasn’t hurt. And how much he appreciates the boy wanting to do a nice thing for him, but that what he was doing was dangerous, and how important it is that he be more careful, because stoves are hot, and chairs can tip, and broken porcelain can cut one of his 10 miraculous sweet little fingers, and there are thousands of teacups to replace what broke but nothing in all of eternity could replace the boy, living and breathing, that he holds fast to his chest. (His voice is quiet, words grammatically simple, and his tone is steady but his heart is physically ACHING and flailing in his chest from how much love is trying to squeeze into it rn)
And Levi tells his son, in plain English (Eldian? Idk?), that he loves him, and that he always will, because with a tiny mind and heart at stake, there’s no room for beating around the bush with that talk like he often does. And he tells him that his parents will help him to do whatever he wants to do, and to ask for help next time.
Because if only someone’d told Levi, when he was that small, that they would help him. If someone has just loved him, and ALWAYS been there… how much easier he could’ve breathed all those years. The prospect of not having to constantly be afraid to feel. To fail.
It’s all he can think about - how he can do better, give more, than what he had - even in a moment as seemingly small as this.
(I’m sorry.)
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moo-blogging · 2 months
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Nothing in my head but Dad Levi taking your daughter out to the grocery shop alone, and she needs the bathroom.
Levi knows his way with his little princess. Hair? Done. With 2 matching butterfly hairclips on either side of her head. Bottle? Filled with water he boiled this morning. No overnight water for his baby. Wet wipes and napkins? Packed in his favourite "i Love DadDy" canvas bag painted by your little girl.
And today, Levi is taking your little girl out on an adventure to the grocery shop. It's your anniversary and Levi has planned a nice dinner for the three of you. You wanted to take a day off but Levi and his mini-me insisted you give them some "alone time" to prep for the dinner.
Levi had his arms crossed and your daughter, who has the exact same eye and hair colour as Levi, crossed her arms too and nodded her head. "Mommy should go to work. I can make dinner with Daddy!" "But Mommy can help too.." you offered. "No! It's a surprise for Mommy!" Your little daughter pouted her lips, making her chubby cheeks chubbier than usual. In the end, you agreed to go to work while Levi and your daughter prepare your surprise dinner.
With the grocery list prepared by Levi and his little helper, the father-daughter duo waltz through the aisles, grabbing all the things on (and off) the list. Levi is still learning to say no to the big, sparkling greyish blue eyes when she says "pleaseeeeeeeeeeee daddyyyy pleaseeeeeeee".
After they grabbed everything and checked out, Levi goes through the items one last time before they head home. "Daddy?" Your daughter pulls his shirt.
"Yes, my strawberry?" Levi pats her head.
"I.. I wanna pee..." you daughter crosses her legs. She's still learning how to tell people she needs the bathroom before it's too late. Panic hits Levi. He forgot to ask her to use the bathroom before they got out. Your daughter, who is 4 now, is still too young to use the public restroom alone. But she has the awareness of having privacy or covering herself from boys and men at times like this (Levi taught her well).
"Sweetie," Levi kneels to her level, "can you hold until we get home?"
Tears start to accumulate in her eyes, your daughter shakes her head, his pigtails flying left to right, "I have to go now, Daddy."
Signing, Levi leads your daughter towards the restroom. Levi tries his best to convince your daughter to use the men's restroom, but she refuses. Levi looks into the men's bathroom, finding only 2 people in the bathroom doing their business facing the wall.
Levi tries telling her it's alright and the men wouldn't bother looking at her, but she insists that she doesn't want to see the men too.
"Tell you what," Levi kneels down again, "Daddy will carry you, and you hide your face here." Levi pats his chest, "and close your eyes so you don't see anything else until I bring you into the stall."
"Are you sure about this? Will we get into trouble?" Your daughter starts to pout.
Levi wraps his arms around her little frame, "no, sweetie, Daddy promise we'll be just fine. Just close your eyes now."
And so, Levi carries his little princess into the bathroom, ignoring the men doing their business and goes into one of the stalls. He locks the door behind him and gently drops your daughter. "You can open your eyes now," Levi softly informs her.
Your little daughter blinks her eyes as she takes in the stall. She watches the toilet for a while and turns her head to Levi. "Daddy, you have to turn around."
Startled, Levi apologises and turns around. Levi listens patiently to his daughter climbing onto the toilet and releases herself. Then she hops off the toilet and flushes.
Levi asks, "may I turn over now?"
"Yes, Daddy."
Levi carries her again as she closes her eyes, and they exit the stall. Levi makes his way to the tap and your daughter reaches her hands out while Levi carries water from the tap to her little palms.
"Daddy?"
"Yes, my strawberry?"
"Are there boys here?"
"Yes, sweetie, this is a men's toilet." Levi chuckles.
"How many boys are here?"
Levi knows she is curious about the men's restroom. "3 boys, and they're all closing their eyes too. So don't peak!"
Your daughter giggles and Levi exits the restroom.
That night, your daughter couldn't shut up about how she has been in a men's toilet with 3 boys! And she is proud that she kept her eyes closed the entire time.
You share a glance with Levi and see him already grinning at you. You think tonight would be the night you make another mini Levi ;)
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littlerequiem · 7 months
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forever haunted by the fact that Levi sees himself as a weapon and feels like that’s his value in the world. because did he know? how much everyone cared for him? did he understand how special he is beyond his strength?
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kariighost · 3 months
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I’m…… literally so in love
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levilxvr · 3 months
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Ever since you and levi started dating, he’s been taking note of every single little detail when you’re with him. He knows your go to order at the coffee shop, your favourite pair of jeans, and can remember exactly how you like to cook your eggs in the morning. You never really noticed his habit until the first time he buys you flowers.
You were feeling particularly blue that day, having no motivation to do anything but laze around in his apartment. Levi said he’d gone out to get some food but when you open the door an hour later, he’s standing there with a bouquet of your favourite flowers, combined with eucalyptus leaves and some white baby’s breath branches. The ribbon binding the stems was your favourite colour too.
“levi.. how did you know I love these flowers?”
he shrugs his shoulders. “you mentioned it while chatting with mikasa during the trip to marley, and i remembered.” You’re kinda surprised, since that was ages ago. Your arms automatically wrap round his shoulders, half squashing the bouquet as his warm hand rests gently on your back. When you pull away the smile on your face gets bigger as he lifts out a porcelain vase from the paper bag on the floor. It’s the one you’ve been eyeing at the trinket store for the past month- and somehow he knew you wanted it as well.
He grins and sets it down on the table. “Now every time you’re feeling down I’m gonna buy more flowers to keep it full.”
“levi!”
“hope you feel better.” your boyfriend kisses the top of your head. He breathes a small sigh of relief when you tell him you do, glad that his memory didn’t fail him and he got the right flowers.
And that’s one of his love languages- remembering small details so he can surprise you and brighten your day when you least expect it.
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levitiquee · 6 months
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All that's left.
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“I know you’re there.”
Levi called out, startling you. You’ve been watching him from the side of the wreck, watching as the ghosts of your comrades appeared for one last time, one last salute. One last declaration of all they dedicated. One last goodbye.
And when Hange gave you a nod, you nodded back.
You two are all that's left.
You stayed out of his sight even after they disappeared, giving him the privacy to mourn. God knows he needed it. You didn’t think he had noticed your presence, but then again, who were you trying to fool? His extraordinary instincts were never to be underestimated.
Sighing, you pushed yourself to stand straight and stumbled forward. He glanced at you with the side of his eye. Ever resilient, ever strong, the cracks were so slight, just barely there. But you knew. You could always tell.
“Hi.” You mumbled. He stared at you as you dragged yourself in front of him, slightly limping.
“Nice of you to make it out alive.” He said.
“Who would’ve thought?” You shrugged.
“You made an ugly titan by the way.”
“I’m sure you would’ve looked charming.”
“Bet.”
You smiled. The conversation was so unbelievably normal. Here, in the wreckage of everything, all the corpses, smoke, blood and ruins, here you were, back to how it always was. It almost felt surreal. Almost as if you concentrated hard enough, all of it would go away and you’d find you and him back in the soggy cafeteria of the scout headquarters, back to bantering with him and arguing about silly little things that don't really deserve arguments but it’s you and Levi so of course it’d end up an argument.
You felt so old suddenly.
How come you ended up here? In this way?
And Levi looked so tired, you could cry. Hasn’t he given enough? Doesn’t he get to rest now?
“Does that..” You glanced down at his leg, the one he had spread out in front of him. It was clear it was beyond repair. The fabric of his pants were torn at the knee, from where it was crushed between the titan’s jaw, a bloody, mangled mess. “Does that hurt?”
“Not really, no.” His eyes went to where yours were. “Numbed down a while ago. Can’t feel shit really.”
You sighed. "Not very humanity's strongest anymore, huh?"
Levi raised an eyebrow. "Yeah?" He said. "Careful, I could still kick your ass."
"I'm sure."
You grinned. Then went ahead and dropped yourself beside him. He frowned.
“Shouldn’t we be getting up now?” He said. “Why are you getting all comfortable?”
“Why not?” You muttered, pulling your legs upto your chest, hugging them. “What’s it matter what we do or not? Armin’s the hot shit now, let him deal with shit.”
He didn’t answer, but he made no attempt to get up either. If anything, he looked more relaxed. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to spend the rest of your life here. After all, you were so tired, and you were sure he was too. This was as good as anywhere else would be.
Because there’s no home to return to anymore.
“Do you think there’s anything left of Hange to bury?” He suddenly said.
You shuddered. What do you answer to that?
And your head pounded so hard, you couldn’t really think. Far away, you could hear someone yelling at another someone, but you couldn’t bother to pay attention to the words. Armin and the others would figure something out surely.
You were exhausted.
“Say, Levi.” You said tiredly, nudging him slightly.
“What?”
“Wanna get married?”
Levi almost choked, he was suddenly all uptight, stiff as a board as he looked at you with wide eyes.
“What the fuck?” He asked, scowling. “Are you seriously gonna make jokes here? Here?”
“Not joking.”
You lifted up your head, tilting it to look at him. It was hard to tell whether he was annoyed or flustered. You’re not sure where the sudden boldness came from, but this is as good a time as any. Might as well. “You’re right. It’s a bad time to make jokes. So I’m dead serious.”
“No, you’re not.”
“I am.” You nodded, turning your expression very serious.
“You’re weird as fuck.” He sputtered out after a few attempts to speak. The tips of his ears were red, red as it always was whenever you used to jokingly suggest that he should date you. Except you weren’t really joking anymore. You haven’t been joking for a long, long time.
“I mean..” You closed your eyes. You were too tired to even feel embarrassed. “We’re the only ones left. Me and you. You’re all I have left, Levi. So, why not?”
He stared at you for a few seconds, gaping. Then he started shaking his head. “You’re insane.” He finally said.
“You’re just realizing that?”
“No.” He muttered. “You’re insane. And it’s rubbing off on me.”
He turned to you, peering at you with one good eye, pondering. And finally, he made up his mind.
“You’re insane. And I’m no fucking different.” He sighed. “I must’ve hit my head pretty damn hard because I’m actually considering this shit.”
You grinned. “Go on, say it. You like me.”
“Wrong. I tolerate you.”
“Good enough. You don’t tolerate a lot of people, so I’ll take it as I'm special.”
He sighed, turning away, hoping that’s enough to hide his heart from you. You were special to him, always. But you didn’t need to know that. He didn’t want you to know that. He didn’t know how to let you know that.
“Can you believe us?” He scoffed. “We’re practically sitting in a graveyard. Half the world’s ruined but then there’s us.”
“That’s fine. Let’s keep being us. The world can go fuck itself. Meanwhile, we can—”
“Do not finish that sentence.” He glared.
You stopped, a laugh breaking through. And you laughed so hard your stomach ached and there were tears lining in your eyes. And even Levi smiled, just the slightest, barely. A subtle quirk of his mouth.
“We’re insane.” You admitted. With that, you stood up, stumbling a little before you found your balance. You reached out your hand to Levi, who took it without question.
“Come on, Lev.” You pulled him up, letting him wrap an arm around you to brace himself. “Let’s go home.”
You were right, Levi thinks as he limps with you, letting you support him. It was nice to finally let himself lean on someone.
You two are the only ones left.
You’re all he has now.
The world has taken enough from him. He’s so tired of letting go.
And he’d be damned if he let you go too.
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romantichomicide95 · 3 months
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levi ackerman x reader
summary: just levi giving you oral. slight edging. all smut no plot.
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levi loves how responsive you are. he loves the little whimpers and moans that escape those pretty pouty lips every time his fingers swipe across your clit. the way your body trembles beneath him, the soft gasps that escape your lips, and the way your eyes roll back in pleasure all from just the lightest touch of his fingers are enough to urge him on.
so he increases the intensity of his touch, circling your clit faster as he slides two fingers inside you. your moans grow louder, more urgent, and levi knows he's got you right where he wants you. his lips connect with the plush flesh of your thigh and his teeth graze softly against your skin.
as levi’s fingers move in and out of you, he gently parts your legs wider, giving him free access to your dripping heat. he looks up at you and his eyes connect with yours before he lowers his head further, his tongue tracing a path from your inner thigh towards your center. as the tip of his tongue makes contact with your folds your fingers lace in his raven locks tugging and urging him on.
“patience.” he says and his eyes flicker to meet yours again, and you swear you see the slightest of smirks on his lips as he watches you writhe beneath him with need.
he reaches both hands up to grip your thighs, pulling you against him as he delves his tongue into your folds. his fingers continue to plunge in and out of you as he puts all the attention on your clit, sucking it gently and swirling his tongue around the sensitive nub.
levi’s free hand moves up to cup your breast, massaging your nipple between his fingers as he continues licking and sucking your clit. his fingers still slide in and out of you, curling against your sweet spot over and over again and involuntarily your hips bucks against his face, chasing every last bit of pleasure only he can pull out of you.
and then, just as your mind goes dizzy and you think you can't take any more, he stops. his fingers still buried deep inside you, his tongue resting against your folds, he looks up at you with those intense steely eyes that seem to see right through you. "tell me," he whispers against your skin and his cool breathe tickles your folds causing you to feel the ache of his absent tongue. “do you wanna cum?”
you look down at him, nodding your head and bucking your hips again trying to chase that high.
"yes, please," you moan, your voice shaky with need and your eyes pleading for more. “good girl.” he says, his tongue tracing a slow path back up to your clit. his fingers pump inside you again and you feel your body tighten, your pussy clenching around his fingers, and you know you're close. his other hand moves up to cup your breast again, massaging your nipple roughly between his fingers.
his fingers press against your sweet spot once more and you feel the familiar sensation pool over you as you come undone beneath him. you cry out his name as your legs shake and your body shudders. you feel your release around his fingers just as he pulls them out, his tongue licking up every last drop of your release.
his eyes dart to yours for the last time as he whispers "that’s it. give it all to me.”
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m-jelly · 5 months
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Fingers tangled. Bodies pressed together. His muscular body looming over yours.
The way he moves deep inside you makes your soul shiver in euphoria. Such raw power behind his moves and yet he's so delicate with your precious body. Each time you're joined together he showers you with pure love and affection.
The orgasmic look on your face is the most precious thing to Levi. All the moans that fell from your kissable lips were intoxicating. His hot tongue drags up your neck right over where he can feel the vibrations of your moans. Soft lips latching on and sucking a pretty mark on your skin.
His thick length fills you up. Every move he makes sends a shockwave of bliss through you. You were made for each other. An eternity of worshipping each other's bodies.
A love to remember.
Levi learns every inch of your body and how to make you shive in pure pleasure all day and night.
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kikarouflames · 3 months
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Just thinking about how beautiful and ethereal Levi would look under the moonlight. His smooth pale skin would dazzle like gem and his hairs darker than the night would frame his face exactly like how the nightsky frames the moon. His silver eyes reflecting the moonlight sheltered under the veil of his long dark eyelashes.
The image so imagined is simply the most magical thing ever.
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