It’s that I know no irl man will ever come close to healing me in the way Levi does

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@starrylevi
It’s that I know no irl man will ever come close to healing me in the way Levi does
I need to make him (Levi Ackerman) a father
Levi, why don't we make a deal? I will let your crimes go unpunished. In return, lend me your strength. Join the Survey Corps. (insp.)
I should start a collection of underrated screenshots of pookie
Have some less common Levis
The door creaked under Levi's weight as he entered his office. His bloodshot eyes surveyed the dim room, a sight that usually offered comfort but now unsettled him deeply.
His mouth felt dry, coated with an unfamiliar taste. He was sweltering in his military uniform, blaming the oppressive heat on the formal attire rather than his own tension. Dragging his feet across the office, he approached the bedroom door, which was slightly ajar. He pushed it open, perhaps too forcefully, causing you to stir in bed and twitch involuntarily.
You didn’t wake up, but one of your bare legs shifted higher. On any other occasion, Levi would have grumbled about the wrinkles on the sheets. You always insisted on neatly tucking the blankets only to end up sprawled across them, barely covered. Curled in a fetal position, your smooth, naked legs parted slightly at his noisy entrance. Your light nightgown had bunched around your hips, leaving your body exposed. Lips parted, you breathed softly, your chest rising and falling peacefully as you slept.
It bothered him deeply that you were asleep. This alone spoke volumes about his intoxicated state because, under normal circumstances, he would have been filled with adoration. His gaze lingered between your legs, noting that you weren’t wearing panties. Normally, he might say the view made his pants feel tighter, but the truth was he had been hard since leaving the military board meeting.
Stumbling forward with one objective in mind, he tripped. Even in his drunken state, he felt like an idiot. It was a forewarning of how stupid he would feel the next morning once his full faculties returned. Squinting in the dim light, he saw what had caused his fall: your bags, perfectly arranged at the foot of the bed, ready for your early departure to a girls-only trip by the lake for the weekend.
But in that moment, Levi couldn't care less. He had drunk far too much at the military board's mandatory party. Initially, he was reluctant to have more than a glass or two. But everyone insisted, and drinking allowed him to avoid conversation. When the MPs brought in women, probably paid for, he felt ashamed to be there, especially knowing you were at home. He continued drinking to keep his eyes occupied and his mouth busy. The heat wave made the crowded, smoke-filled room unbearable, and with no water available, he kept drinking.
With too much alcohol in his system, his mind fixated on his most primal instincts. These included frequent bathroom trips and, of course, thoughts of you. He imagined you and him together, sweating—since he was already drenched, it would be better if he were naked and thrusting into you—hearing you moan his name, feeling your body beneath his control.
A small part of his consciousness insisted that his thoughts were wrong. But the other part urged, “Since you're already on the floor, take off your shoes.”
Before he could think clearly, he had climbed onto the bed, positioning himself on all fours above you. His lips found the tender spot on your neck as his hand slid under your nightgown.
"Mmm," you groaned, stirring uneasily under his touch. Your eyes remained closed, but you were slowly waking. Levi sucked and nibbled at your neck with the fervor of a man possessed. "Levi?" you asked, confused, allowing his hands to roam over your body.
Levi simply hummed, pleased that you were awake.
"You're back?" you asked, though it was clear he was there. "Levi, I need to sleep."
"I'll be quick," he promised, his voice slurred, betraying his drunken state. You could taste the alcohol on his breath when his lips met yours.
You pulled back slightly, repulsed, "You're drunk," you muttered, sleepily, as he continued to assault your neck.
"Drunk in love with you," he declared, his words catching you off guard. "I want you," he continued, kissing your shoulder. "I need you."
It was clear he wasn’t thinking straight. "Levi," you protested, his hand now squeezing your breast over the nightgown, and his hard erection pressing against your core, "I need to sleep. I leave early in the morning."
Your complaints were silenced as he kissed you messily, moaning into your mouth, taking your breath away. A thin thread of saliva connected you as he looked at you with drunken, lust-filled eyes. "You don't have to do anything. I'll do it all."
You weren’t sure if it was the idea of a quickie before sleep or his unusually needy state that made you receptive, but you parted your knees slightly on the mattress. You didn’t bother moving from the position you had been sleeping in just moments ago. With your face resting on the pillow, Levi positioned himself and thrust inside you. Your faces were close, sharing the same breath, panting as he eagerly fucked you. It was messy, fast-paced, and though it lacked his usual calculated rhythm, it was intensely arousing and intimate. It felt like being teenagers again, fumbling through quick, passionate sex without knowing exactly how it was done, but enjoying every second of it.
"Ah- mmm!" you moaned softly, too tired to be loud, quiet little kittenish sounds escaping your lips. He was impossibly deep, his heat blending with the oppressive summer air. Sweat dripped from his face, mingling with yours.
"Ah- ah, yeah! Fuck, you feel amazing. Mmm, ah!" Levi was unusually vocal, his eyebrows raised slightly, mouth open. From the corner of your eye, you admired his relaxed expression, completely lost in the moment. "I'm fucking melting inside you."
It felt the same for you. The quick, messy fuck ended with him spilling inside you, not helping to ease the heat.
You usually didn’t mind Levi cuddling you, but this time, it felt unbearable. The air was hot, he was like a living radiator next to you, the sheets were warm and tangled, and you felt sticky and wet all over.
Reluctantly, you slipped out of bed, determined not to miss your trip with your friends. You dragged yourself to the bathroom for a cold shower. Half-lidded eyes tried to focus on the reflection in the bathroom mirror. Gradually, your eyebrows drew together as you noticed the deep purplish marks on your neck and hips. There went your hopes of wearing a bikini around the families at the lake.
"LEVI ACKERMAN!"
The pillow fell off his head as he jolted awake, his upper body shooting up in bed. A terrible decision, as he immediately felt a pounding headache and a wave of nausea from last night's excesses. Groaning, he gripped his head, dreading the day's work ahead. The fallen pillow didn’t help when you hit him with it.
"OI!"
"You RUINED my girl's weekend!"
--
"My head is killing me," Erwin muttered, his dark circles standing out against his pale, sickly complexion. The scorching sun outside the shop only made things worse. "Levi! We're going to be late!" he complained as his colleague lingered inside the shop.
Levi peeked outside, looking no better. "We wouldn’t be late if you didn’t take so long to get ready. As usual."
Erwin groaned as Levi disappeared back into the shop.
When it was finally his turn, Levi approached the front desk quickly. "What are the prettiest flowers you have?" he asked.
The florist, busy rearranging a bouquet, looked up with a grimace. "Oh boy…"
(I don't know what this was... It just came to my mind.)
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I'm so happy you liked it 🥹
I don't know, the most silly idea came over my mind and before i knew it... I was writing about drunk Levi landing with his face on the floor lmao 🤣 I laughed of my own silly joked so hard
Oh my god I’m so embarrassed with my tags 😭 I’m a little intoxicated so I didn’t order the words correctly 😅 But no, I love when these random thoughts just pop into your head so you just write about it. It’s so interesting to see what comes out! But this was so cute and silly you did a great job. Your writing is just 🥰
The door creaked under Levi's weight as he entered his office. His bloodshot eyes surveyed the dim room, a sight that usually offered comfort but now unsettled him deeply.
His mouth felt dry, coated with an unfamiliar taste. He was sweltering in his military uniform, blaming the oppressive heat on the formal attire rather than his own tension. Dragging his feet across the office, he approached the bedroom door, which was slightly ajar. He pushed it open, perhaps too forcefully, causing you to stir in bed and twitch involuntarily.
You didn’t wake up, but one of your bare legs shifted higher. On any other occasion, Levi would have grumbled about the wrinkles on the sheets. You always insisted on neatly tucking the blankets only to end up sprawled across them, barely covered. Curled in a fetal position, your smooth, naked legs parted slightly at his noisy entrance. Your light nightgown had bunched around your hips, leaving your body exposed. Lips parted, you breathed softly, your chest rising and falling peacefully as you slept.
It bothered him deeply that you were asleep. This alone spoke volumes about his intoxicated state because, under normal circumstances, he would have been filled with adoration. His gaze lingered between your legs, noting that you weren’t wearing panties. Normally, he might say the view made his pants feel tighter, but the truth was he had been hard since leaving the military board meeting.
Stumbling forward with one objective in mind, he tripped. Even in his drunken state, he felt like an idiot. It was a forewarning of how stupid he would feel the next morning once his full faculties returned. Squinting in the dim light, he saw what had caused his fall: your bags, perfectly arranged at the foot of the bed, ready for your early departure to a girls-only trip by the lake for the weekend.
But in that moment, Levi couldn't care less. He had drunk far too much at the military board's mandatory party. Initially, he was reluctant to have more than a glass or two. But everyone insisted, and drinking allowed him to avoid conversation. When the MPs brought in women, probably paid for, he felt ashamed to be there, especially knowing you were at home. He continued drinking to keep his eyes occupied and his mouth busy. The heat wave made the crowded, smoke-filled room unbearable, and with no water available, he kept drinking.
With too much alcohol in his system, his mind fixated on his most primal instincts. These included frequent bathroom trips and, of course, thoughts of you. He imagined you and him together, sweating—since he was already drenched, it would be better if he were naked and thrusting into you—hearing you moan his name, feeling your body beneath his control.
A small part of his consciousness insisted that his thoughts were wrong. But the other part urged, “Since you're already on the floor, take off your shoes.”
Before he could think clearly, he had climbed onto the bed, positioning himself on all fours above you. His lips found the tender spot on your neck as his hand slid under your nightgown.
"Mmm," you groaned, stirring uneasily under his touch. Your eyes remained closed, but you were slowly waking. Levi sucked and nibbled at your neck with the fervor of a man possessed. "Levi?" you asked, confused, allowing his hands to roam over your body.
Levi simply hummed, pleased that you were awake.
"You're back?" you asked, though it was clear he was there. "Levi, I need to sleep."
"I'll be quick," he promised, his voice slurred, betraying his drunken state. You could taste the alcohol on his breath when his lips met yours.
You pulled back slightly, repulsed, "You're drunk," you muttered, sleepily, as he continued to assault your neck.
"Drunk in love with you," he declared, his words catching you off guard. "I want you," he continued, kissing your shoulder. "I need you."
It was clear he wasn’t thinking straight. "Levi," you protested, his hand now squeezing your breast over the nightgown, and his hard erection pressing against your core, "I need to sleep. I leave early in the morning."
Your complaints were silenced as he kissed you messily, moaning into your mouth, taking your breath away. A thin thread of saliva connected you as he looked at you with drunken, lust-filled eyes. "You don't have to do anything. I'll do it all."
You weren’t sure if it was the idea of a quickie before sleep or his unusually needy state that made you receptive, but you parted your knees slightly on the mattress. You didn’t bother moving from the position you had been sleeping in just moments ago. With your face resting on the pillow, Levi positioned himself and thrust inside you. Your faces were close, sharing the same breath, panting as he eagerly fucked you. It was messy, fast-paced, and though it lacked his usual calculated rhythm, it was intensely arousing and intimate. It felt like being teenagers again, fumbling through quick, passionate sex without knowing exactly how it was done, but enjoying every second of it.
"Ah- mmm!" you moaned softly, too tired to be loud, quiet little kittenish sounds escaping your lips. He was impossibly deep, his heat blending with the oppressive summer air. Sweat dripped from his face, mingling with yours.
"Ah- ah, yeah! Fuck, you feel amazing. Mmm, ah!" Levi was unusually vocal, his eyebrows raised slightly, mouth open. From the corner of your eye, you admired his relaxed expression, completely lost in the moment. "I'm fucking melting inside you."
It felt the same for you. The quick, messy fuck ended with him spilling inside you, not helping to ease the heat.
You usually didn’t mind Levi cuddling you, but this time, it felt unbearable. The air was hot, he was like a living radiator next to you, the sheets were warm and tangled, and you felt sticky and wet all over.
Reluctantly, you slipped out of bed, determined not to miss your trip with your friends. You dragged yourself to the bathroom for a cold shower. Half-lidded eyes tried to focus on the reflection in the bathroom mirror. Gradually, your eyebrows drew together as you noticed the deep purplish marks on your neck and hips. There went your hopes of wearing a bikini around the families at the lake.
"LEVI ACKERMAN!"
The pillow fell off his head as he jolted awake, his upper body shooting up in bed. A terrible decision, as he immediately felt a pounding headache and a wave of nausea from last night's excesses. Groaning, he gripped his head, dreading the day's work ahead. The fallen pillow didn’t help when you hit him with it.
"OI!"
"You RUINED my girl's weekend!"
--
"My head is killing me," Erwin muttered, his dark circles standing out against his pale, sickly complexion. The scorching sun outside the shop only made things worse. "Levi! We're going to be late!" he complained as his colleague lingered inside the shop.
Levi peeked outside, looking no better. "We wouldn’t be late if you didn’t take so long to get ready. As usual."
Erwin groaned as Levi disappeared back into the shop.
When it was finally his turn, Levi approached the front desk quickly. "What are the prettiest flowers you have?" he asked.
The florist, busy rearranging a bouquet, looked up with a grimace. "Oh boy…"
(I don't know what this was... It just came to my mind.)
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all i absolutely know is that if you have a child with levi, he will always make sure you and your kid are his main priority, always and forever. it doesn't matter if you two aren't dating anymore, he will make sure to always check on you and the toddler, even if he's seeing someone else.
casual sex was never really his thing, but he's been so stressed lately he gave it a shot. levi was making out with a random woman from the survey corps, just to ease the tension of the last mission. he lets his phone in late night mode, with no sounds. no sounds, except for YOUR number.
his phone rings. “yeah? y/n? is everything okay?” — he asks.
“hey, hm... he still has a fever, i don't know what else to do.” — your voice is clearly broken, you're about to cry.
“levi...?” — the woman asked.
“sorry, are you with someone else? i didn't-” — you say.
“shut up, i'm coming over. is the brat still breathing? did you bathe him with warm water?” — levi asks through the phone, wearing some pants and sliding a shirt on.
“yeah, i checked his temperature and gave him the baby proteins. but he refuses to breastfeed. i'm worried.” — your voice breaks down.
“i'll be there in ten.” — he turns off the phone.
levi grabs his keys and opens the door, “hey? what about me? are you leaving us for that woman?” — the girl asks.
“there's no us, get out of my bed, get dressed and leave.” — levi closed the door.
you're cooing with the little one who's been sneezing and whining. you've been humming a sweet melody to him, kissing his hands and caressing him when you hear the door opening. you and levi have the key of each other's places in case the baby needs both of you.
“hey, how's the little brat?” — levi's gaze softened as he walked towards you both.
“i calmed him down a little but the fever is not gone.” — you sniff.
levi extended his arms gently and grabbed the baby, holding him close to his chest.
“you've been pestering mom, hm? she's gonna get tired.” — levi cooed gently, rocking the crying baby.
levi started shushing the baby, his lips on his head as he rocked him gently. after two hours, it was 4 am and you guys finally gave him the baby proteins and medicines, and his temperature was slowly going back to normal. the baby was now falling asleep peacefully in levi's embrace.
“sorry for calling you so out of the blue.” — you whisper.
“don't apologize.” — levi chuckled.
“weren't you with someone else?” — you ask.
“yeah, but i don't give a damn about anything else when you guys need me.” — levi states.
you stare up at him, but his eyes are on the sleeping baby.
“i know what you're thinking. you didn't bother me, you never will. you are the mother of my child, i will always put you and him first, no matter what. you guys are my priority since the day you told me you were pregnant and will always be.” — levi whispered.
you feel your eyes start getting watery. you sigh.
“it's been so... lonely. i have him but at the same time i don't have anyone. and i called you in the middle of the night because i didn't know what to do with my own son. i-” — your tears roll down.
levi slowly opens one of his arms to pull you into his chest, and kisses your forehead.
“he's also mine. we're both wrapped around him forever, right? you can and shall always count on me. i will always come for you. even if we're not together, we are a family, okay? we always will be. you're an amazing mother. i see what you're doing, how hard you're trying and giving all of you. if anything, i owe you an apology for getting you pregnant.” — levi whispers, holding you close.
“thanks for never leaving me.” — you cry against his chest.
“i could never.”
“but what about that girl? i didn't mean to-”
“fuck her. i don't care. as long as i'm with you guys, i don't need anyone else. we might not be together anymore, y/n, but you will always be the woman of my life.” — levi kisses your forehead.
“you know i love you, right?” — you whisper.
“i love you more.” — he whispers.
the baby slowly shifts, his little hands wrapping around a strand of your hair and levi's shirt, as he squeaked while sleeping.
you smile and look down at the baby, then look up back at levi, who smiles at both of you.
“but i love the little one even more, much more.” — levi chuckles.
“he's my everything.” — you smile.
you guys spent a few more minutes cuddling as levi finally places the baby in his crib. you suggest for him to stay over. the next morning the baby is so much better, you guys play with him, take care of him and spend the day together, the day that turned into a week that turned into a month and suddenly, you're carrying levi's second child.
His adorable pouty face >>>>>>>>
The thing that makes me sadder than anything about this is the fact that Levi was just trying to do something nice for his comrades, and fucking Zeke counted on that for his plan to work. He counted on and used Levi's compassion and kindness to execute his horrible plan. He literally used Levi's compassion against him as a weapon. You know Levi probably blamed himself for allowing the wine into the camp, and thus, blamed himself for all his comrades being turned into Titans. This is what I mean when I talk about Zeke's cruelty. I can't imagine anything more cruel being done to Levi than this, when Levi's entire character is defined by how much he cares about others. And that's why I'll never sympathize with Zeke. His deliberate cruelty.
tiny guy
Levi Ackerman boyfriend texts
content - modern au, gn!reader (reader takes a bag with them for a meal out but nothing specifically gendered), suggestive language, teasing, anxiety, swearing, use of petnames
Levi as soon as he marries you:
Maybe we like fictional men because there aren't any bondages or somebody tying you down. They are just there, always there, a safe space when you need them. They're never not available, never busy, never annoyed or angry or impatient but they are there whenever you need them. Just one book away, or one touch away, they are there.
They don't impose unwanted rules, they don't try to tie you down and cage you. They help you grow by just being a part of your life. They are there as a means of comfort and solace. Of emotional strength and happiness. A way to support you at your lowest and they don't even demand to be a part of your best except if you remember them. They are just there whenever you want them.
Loving a man out of fiction, is also a different kind of love.
Okay so this is when they start begging lord to show mercy because Levi definitely won’t
I simply couldn't keep the rough sketch to myself.
He simple looks that marvelous. Thank you @sixpennydame once agains for the commision <3
Imagine running yout nails down that back grr.
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levi chooses to ignore it—the way his cold, steady gaze faintly softens and warms at its edges when he looks at you. the way his callous tone withers, the tip of his sharp tongue reduced to that of a dull, useless blade.
he can deny it all he wants, this unrelenting, restless thread of affection rapidly unspooling inside of him.
(his hands are too stained for someone like you.)
this sick, tremulous feeling of jealousy that burns in his chest when he imagines you turning your gentle, kind smile on a man who deserves it. someone who isn't him.
(too filthy, too ruined.)
it's between him and these four walls that can't talk—the muffled sounds of his mouth against his fist, eyes clenched tightly shut to the vision of a fantasy he fucking hates himself for.
(it's between him and these four walls—the near-silent exhale of your name after.)
“Shit shit shit shit shit—“
The sound of your hurried footsteps follow the string of curses as they travel like an echo down the hall, but Levi doesn’t so much as look up from the kitchen sink.
He had tried to get you up earlier, tempting you with the promise of freshly brewed coffee and a hot breakfast, but you insisted on five more minutes. Then inevitably, five more turned into ten which turned into fifteen, and now you’re rushing to get ready and out the door on time for work.
"stop shoving," levi hisses, tugging the sheets very pointedly out of your grasp. you scoff, shuffling closer to the centre of the bed that's been duly marked with a border of pillows. "or you're gonna be taking the couch, i swear -- takes me long enough to get to sleep without anything else ... interfering."
*interfering?" you mock his dramatic choice of words. "ah, because of course, i decided that the best way to spend my friday night would be to sabotage our apartment's plumbing system, flooding my room and wrecking my grandmother's crocheted quilt, all so i could get the chance to disrupt your sleep cycle?"
you can't see him since your back is facing his but you can practically hear him roll his eyes. "not saying you could control the pipe bursting, obviously, but you can control yourself from shoving the pillows over to my side."
"and doesn't that prove my point about the pillows being fucking stupid?" you quip, rolling from your side to instead lay flat on your back, staring at the ceiling of Levi's room. the dark blue walls stare right back at you.
a beat passes where you think levi might be genuinely annoyed, and you hope he isn't; as stubborn as he can be, he is technically doing you a massive favour by letting you stay.
and it can't have been an easy decision, given how you both decided not to -
"so what's the proper protocol for platonically sleeping in your roommate's bed, then?" he huffs. "there's not exactly a guide for this shit, y'know."
from your peripheral vision you see him mimic your movement from before, switching from his previous spot staring at the door to take up a supine position, grabbing one of the pillows that's nestled between you and using it to prop his head up.
now you can see, to a certain extent, how the low light from his desk lamp throws shadows on his sharp yet delicate features, the glint of his grey eyes as he tries to pretend he's not glancing at you too.
"platonic," you say quietly, and because it's not a question, he doesn't answer.
you see levi adjust his shoulders, fixing the pillow so it's more comfortable, though you could have sworn he wasn't this close to you a few moments before.
well. let's see if your hunch is right.
"it's not like we haven't been in ... y'know ... similar situations," you murmur then, committing to finally addressing the elephant in the room.
levi's breath hitches in his throat so quickly you'd swear you imagined it, but you know him too well by now. you know his tells.
he's looking directly at you now, neck angled so he can meet your gaze. the hostility has melted away, replaced by something far more vulnerable.
"we said we wouldn't do it again. the whole roommate situation -" he begins half-heartedly, sounding as though he's already given up. "it's messy."
"we did say that," you muse quietly.
"we did," he repeats.
"came to a mutual decision."
he mumbles in agreement. "saves things from getting awkward."
another beat passes, heavier this time.
"levi?"
"yeah?"
"can we get rid of these pillows now?"
one last moment of hesitation.
"fucking finally."