#levi thoughts

[leviraaaaaa]

“Your hands are fucking cold.”

You freeze when one of his eyes peer open, your hands pausing on his face where you were tracing his cheek.

You'd been awake for a few minutes now, watching him sleep. As the light sleeper he was, you knew you shouldn't be touching him when he's asleep. But he was lying just beside you, all curled and comfortable, his dark hair disheveled and his face so soft, you couldn't resist.

“Did I wake you?” You whispered.

“No.” He shakes his head, closing his eyes again. “Been up for a while. Just resting my eyes.”

You smile a little, scooching closer to him under the blanket. You could feel his body heat through the thin shirt he wore. “Never thought I'd see you lazing around.”

“It's weekend.”

“Since when do you care about weekends?”

“Fucks sake.” He groaned in response, scowling. His eyes opened as he shot a heatless glare at you. “It's one day I take a break and I'm facing a fucking interrogation. I'm getting up.”

With that said, before you could process what was happening, there was an empty space beside your arms and a blatant lack of warmth. You blinked confusedly.

"Hey—what? No!” You protested, but you were slightly late. He was already out of bed. You pushed yourself up to a half-sitting position, trying to keep your eyes open.

“What no?” He asked, glancing at you sideways as he stretched out his arms.

“Get back under here! I'm sorry!”

“Weren't you the one pestering me that I was laying around?” His raised his brow.

“Yeah, but that doesn't mean I want you to leave!” You whined.

He sighed, turning to the bedside table. He picked up the watch that lied on it. “It's way too late anyways. I need to get my shit done.”

“What shit?” You grumbled, half rising and crawling to the edge of the bed. You tilted your head to get a glimpse of the watch in his hand. “It's seven.”

He raised a brow at you questioningly and you are appalled.

“Levi, it's seven. On a weekend. Seven.”

“What's your point?”

You gaped at him for a few seconds, mouth parted. What kind of a psychopath were you dating?

“Sleep in?” You suggested, like it was obvious. “Please?”

Levi scoffed like you said something funny and you weren't sure how you should be feeling.

“You never get any rest!” Annoyance creeped into your tone as you glared at him. Why did this man hate life so much?

He doesn't respond, blatantly ignoring you as he slipped his feet through his slippers.

“Levi. Just sleep a little more. Come on.”

“I've slept enough.” He mumbled. “It's seven in the fucking morning.”

The absolute disgusted face you made at that statement was unreal. The absolute mortification you felt at that statement was unreal. You knew your boyfriend had serious issues, with insomnia and shit, and that he woke up early. He always left bed before you even woke up but you never thought it was serious to the point he got up at seven on a weekend. What time did he get up on normal days then?

You brainstormed fast. You really, really wanted him to come back here.

“Look!” You pushed your arms out the blanket, wiggling them around to get Levi's attention. It did. Levi was frowning, confused. “Look!”

“What?”

“Cold hand. Colder feet. I am freezing.” You said seriously “As my boyfriend, it'd be very rude of you to leave me to freeze to death.”

“You're under a damn blanket, stop being dramatic.” He rolled his eyes.

“Okay, and? You're warmer.”

“The fuck?’’ Levi looked at you. “Am I your personal human shaped heater or some shit?”

You considered. “...kinda?”

“You little shit.”

“No, okay, listen.” You sat up fully straight now, all sleepiness gone. You were on a mission and you were not going to rest until you succeeded. “I don't know who told you what but it's not a crime to sleep on weekends.”

Levi did not look convinced. He crossed his arms over his chest, looking at you. “Sure you'd know all about sleeping in. Takes the whole squad to wake you even on regular days.”

You shrugged. If he was trying to shame you, he was failing. You were a proud bed-rotter and not even Levi could overcome your love for naps (he came very close). “Yes,” You agreed, then pulled up the blanket and patted the empty spot beside you where he was resting before. “Now get in and let me teach you the blessings that weekends are.”

He stared at you. You stared back.

“Ackerman, do not make me come out there and drag you in, okay? I am cold, I will be colder. And then I will be pissed for the rest of the day.”

He watched you for a couple seconds, all grumpy and gloomy and serious, your messy hair on your head like a dark cloud hanging over. With your sleepy eyes and pouty lips, it was tempting. Highly. Even for him.

He considered. Paperwork. Erwin. Whatnot. He glanced back at you.

Dignity. He prayed silently. Walls, spare him dignity. Fuck it, he should really get going.

Should he?

Screw dignity. He caved.

“Fine.”

Your eyes instantly lit up, almost jumping in happiness when he sat back down. Enthusiastically, you pushed the blanket on him, wrapping your arms around him the moment he lied down, trapping him to ensure he can't change his mind. Your legs find his legs and you pushed them between them, scooting closer until you're practically flattened against him, snuggled against his chest, absorbing the warmth he offered, your eyes closing almost immediately. An arm wraps snugly around your waist and you swear you're half asleep right then and there.

“I didn't come back for you.” You hear him say. A man's gotta defend his pride after all. But you noticed the flush on his cheeks.

“Sure not.” You reply as you yawn.

“Serious. Don't think this'd always work. I just didn't have the mood to deal with paperwork.”

“Uh huh.” You were not convinced. Not the slightest bit.

“Stop looking at me like that.”

“I'm not.”

“You are. You're turning this into some gooey shit and it's weirding me out.”

“Okay. Whatever.” You nodded mockingly. “Says the guy who's here cuddling with me and getting blushy blushy. I'm sure this isn't gooey shit.”

“Fuckd sake.” He draped an arm over his face in fluster. “If you don't shut up, I will leave.”

“Shutting up.” You bit your tongue. Miracles were ever so rare, what idiot would you be to push your luck?

You kept silent a while, watching him as his eyelashes fluttered shakily. He was still stiff, his muscles tensed. The dark shadows had definitely lessened, you noticed, ever since you'd been pestering after him to get enough sleep all week. It's working, he had definitely been less tired. But it's not enough. This insomniac bastard can hardly get 4 hours of sleep on average and that did not sit right with you.

He was tired. You knew. You could tell

“Levi.”

He doesn't speak, only hums softly in response.

“Sleep. Don't just lie down.”

“Can't.” He shook his head slightly. “Can't sleep so late.”

“It's seven.”

There's a hint of a smile on his face. “I think it's already been settled that we have very different views on what's early and what's late.”

You rolled your eyes. “Stop criticizing my sense of time and go to sleep and let me sleep as well.”

“Can't.” He told you simply, his voice soft. “Doesn’t mean you can't. Go to sleep, I'll be here.”

Shaking your head, you push yourself up slightly. Your fingers trailed up to his neck and he freezes slightly. You traced the feeling of his undercut under your fingers, scratching down with your nails. “Let me help you then.”

His eyes open to find yours questioningly. You smiled, shifting closer and traveling your hands higher until they were running between the dark strands of his hair. You pull at them, just the way you knew he liked and it works, his shoulders almost instantly relaxes visibly and a soft sigh escapes him, his eyes fluttering shut. You shift up, higher until you can press his head to his chest and that's all it takes. It's like he melts into you.

“Shit.” He groaned softly.

“Feels good?”

He doesn't say anything, but his breathing relaxes, starting to get even.

“Go to sleep, Lev.”

He doesn't protest anymore, closing his eyes.

You play with his hair a little more, another hand softly massaging one of his shoulders. A couple seconds passed by in silence and through, you could only listen to his heavy breathing.It's okay if he didn't sleep fully. You just wanted him to relax. Absentmindedly, you traced one of the hair strands that fell on over his forehead. His bangs came almost upto his eyes now.

“Huh,” You sighed softly. “Levi. Your hair got longer—oh…. asleep?”

Oh shit, he actually fell asleep.

And no amount of titans you've ever killed could ever give you the satisfaction and sense of accomplishment you felt at that second.

You stared at his peaceful face happily for a few seconds. Then, still hands on his hair, you felt yourself dozing back to sleep. It's like watching him relaxing has made you feel relaxed as well. And no sooner, you were drowning in his arms, drifting to a far away world.

.

Levi wakes up after 3 hours.

At first, he's confused. He's sitting up in bed wondering how it'd become this late. How could it be that it was past 10 and he was still in bed?

But then he looks at you, so deep in sleep like you wouldn't even feel if the world just ended and he remembers.

Right. Of course it was you.

Did you know how easy it was for him to sleep when you were around?

He stares at you softly, all curled up under the sheets. He shifts a strand of hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear. You groaned quietly at the touch, but that was about it. You did not look like you were going to wake up anytime soon.

He watches you, considering.

Dignity. He prayed. Dignity has been long gone since the day you came into his life. He really, really should be getting up now.

Should he?

Screw dignity. He caved.

Might as well go for another hour.

[littlerequiem]

POOKIE'S STILL GOT IT

[chinchillaerwin]

A boy without childhood gives childhood to others.

How can a man born in darkness radiate so much light without asking for anything in return? Levi has a big heart, and you'll agree with that.

[kariighost]

That was so hot of him…

[leviackermanssjewishwife]

First Levi related post recently, and yes, I’m being lazy.

[m-jelly]

"Mm."

You stared at your boyfriend. "Everything okay?"

Levi's brows furrowed. "Mm."

You smiled softly. "You know you can talk to me about anything, right?"

He released a long sigh. "Uh-huh."

"So?" Your head tilted slightly. "What is it?"

"I just..." He huffed. "Tch, fuck sake...I'm about as frustrating as not being able to shit for a month."

You laughed at Levi's joke. "That bad, huh? Take your time."

He pouted a little as a blush consumed his cheeks. "I ah...I would like to start using pet names."

You smiled at him. "Okay...honey."

Levi went bright red. "I...uh...mm."

"Darling? Sweetheart? Grumpy?" You slid closer to him on the sofa. "Love? Sexy? Bear? Sugar?"

Levi yanked you into his arms and whined. "Stop teasing me."

"I just want to know which one you prefer."

He squeezed you. "Love."

You played with his soft raven hair. "Mm, my love." You kissed the top of his head. "You are so sweet, my love."

He inhaled deeply as he enjoyed your scent. "Can I call you bunny? You uh...you remind me of one."

You giggled. "Of course, love."

He leaned up and kissed you. "Love bunny."

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[myloveismylevi]

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.)

[moo-blogging]

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 ;)

[leviiheichou]

"You are so dramatic."

You raise your hands over your head, tired of his attitude

"The only thing, I said, was that, Levi, you're my close friend, and not-"

"So is this what it is? Do you wear matching clothes with all your friends, hug them, kiss them, spend time with them, just like you do to me?"

He pouts at you and you can't help but melt.

"next time you meet someone, especially if it's a GUY, tell them I'm your HUSBAND even if we aren't married."

[levisonlylover]

"Don't disrespect your mother."

You and your son, Leo were having a disagreement. Your son is a teenager, and you know that teenagers love to rebel. Leo snuck out last night and you and Levi caught him in the act. “Leo, how many times do I have to tell you? You aren’t allowed to go out especially at this time of night.” You told him, obviously irritated at Leo for sneaking out once again. “Why are you so invasive of what I do, Mom!?; It’s not like I’d get killed.” Leo tried to defend his side, but then again, he was in the wrong. You and Levi had already set a curfew for his time outside. Levi wouldn’t usually interfere since he would always let you settle it down (especially with his temper), But he’d interfere once in a while if needed. “Leo, That’s not the point. The point is we have set a CURFEW for these types of times. And you don’t follow that curfew, you are grounded for a month.” You said, settling it down to also know that his actions have consequences. “You can’t do that mom! You are being unfair and selfish.” Leo replied, feeling really upset. Leo didn’t think of what he said till Levi finally interfered. “Hey! That’s your mother you are talking to. Do not speak to her like that. She grounded you for a reason.” Levi said, feeling really upset. Levi held his temper in, not wanting to cause any more trouble. “You had a curfew, Leo. And since you didn’t follow that curfew, you get a consequence. And your mother has been generous enough to even let you go out once in a while.” Levi added trying to make a point to his son. “Do not ever talk to your mother like that again.” He finalized as he looked at Leo. Leo nodded in agreement and apologized. “I’m sorry mom, I shouldn’t have said that.” You acknowledge his apology “I know, but you’re still grounded for a month.” You said replying to his apology. Leo sighs in defeat and went to his room. You and Levi look at each other and knew it was time for some shut eye.

@levi501ackerman here you go!

[sixpennydame]

Just thinking about boyfriend!Levi and how beautiful he thinks you are, especially in those moments when you think you’re anything but.

You’re getting ready in the bathroom connected to the bedroom you both share, and he watches as you put your hair up in a messy bun and push your hair back with a headband. You bend over to wash your face, the tiny shorts you wear to bed just barely covering the roundness of your plump bottom. He loves the old band t-shirt you wear to bed too; threadbare and holes forming from years of use, he can see your breasts trough it, your nipples hard from the chill of the early morning.

And that’s not the only thing that’s getting hard right now.

Fuck, you’re so beautiful.

He moves behind you and his hands roam under your shirt. “And just what do you think you’re doing?” You hum. He answers by turning you around and pushing you against the sink. “I need to get ready for work…”you reply, half-heartedly.

“You can be a few minutes late,” he says, as he pulls your shorts and underwear down.

—//—

@notsaelty @mrsackermannx @youre-ackermine @leviismybby @kokosmiles @littlerequiem @searriously @deepestcatpatrol @nube55 @humanitys-strongest-bamf @mskittythewitch

[leviraaaaaa]

All that's left.

“I know you’re there.”

Levi's voice cut through the stillness, startling you. You’d been watching him from the side of the wreckage, 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. They had met your gaze too, shooting a small sad smile and you knew what it meant.

You two were all that's left. The last one's standing.

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.

With a sigh, you pushed yourself to stand straight and stumbled forward, trying not to put too much weight on the ankle you had injured. He glanced at you out of the corner of his eyes. 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.

“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.”

A small smile tugged at your lips. The conversation was so unbelievably normal, it was surreal. Like nothing ever happened. Here, amid the ruins of everything, all the corpses, smoke, blood and destruction—here you were, back to how it always was. Almost as if, 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 followed your gaze. “Numbed 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?” He said. “Why are you getting 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 everything.” Your head throbbed as you buried them in your knees. "We're too fucking old now anyways,"

He didn’t argue, 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?

Your head pounded so hard, you couldn’t really think. Far away, somewhere in the distance, 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, looking mildly horrified. “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. Maybe both. "Not joking at all," You sighed. 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 muttered out after several failed attempts to speak. The tips of his ears turned red, red as it always did whenever you used to jokingly suggest that he should date you. Except you weren’t really joking anymore. In fact, 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 gasped at you for a long moment. Then he started shaking his head. “You’re insane.”

“You’re just realizing that?”

“No.” He muttered. “You’re insane. And it’s rubbing off on me.”

He paused for a long time, his one good eye searching your intensely, as if he was considering something. 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 instead. “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 couldn’t help it—you laughed. A deep, aching laugh that left you gasping for air and brought tears to your eyes. And for the briefest moment, Levi’s lips twitched into something resembling a smile.

“We’re insane.” You admitted, still breathless. With that, you pushed yourself 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 limped 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.

[littlerequiem]

Today I'm feeling all soft at the idea of waking up next to Levi...

His tousled, dark hair that's just slightly out of place in bed - a familiar sight you'll keep locked in your heart, private and precious.

How his pupils dilate the moment he opens his eyes and sees you staring at him.

The light dust of pink that paints the tip of his ears.

The hoarseness in his voice the moment he answers your sweet "good morning," with words of his own.

And the way his hands fall on your waist when you lean in for the first kiss of the day, a peaceful sigh escaping him the moment your lips meets his.

[chinchillaerwin]

The way Levi's bangs stick to his wet forehead during sex and he fingers his hair back, biting his lip and continuing to move his hips. I'm losing my mind guys🤗

[kariighost]

Lord help me he looks SO GOOOOOOOOD

[leviackermanssjewishwife]

You sat on Levi’s lap, while he rocked his cock into you, still having the audacity to continue working on his papers.

“You’re really fucking me while you continue to sign papers?” You asked a little offended, but a soft moan breaks your words as his cock fits perfectly into you.

“You’re the one who came in here whining that I fucked you after you failed to make yourself come.” He says bluntly and a bit rudely continuing to slowly rock his hips, just pushing his cock in a bit more each time.

“I know, but I wanted a little more…” You say with another soft whine as he slams his hips suddenly jolting you a bit.

“Stop whining and start moaning or you’re getting nothing.” He says in the same blunt and slightly rude voice clapping his hand over your mouth continuing to fuck, and continuing to do those stupid papers.

“Good girl.” He purrs in your ear as you give up and start moaning into his hand as he rocks his hips, pushing his dick further into while, bouncing his knee hitting your clit.

“And all you had to do was shut up and listen.”