His whole life had been about pain, but when you laid under him, chest heaving as you whispered into his hair you’re soft moans of pleasure, the pleasure that he was bringing you, that pain felt worth it.
He loved that after a hard day, he could fuck you endlessly and that you would derive pleasure from it instead of pain.
He loved that the bruises he left on you were from his lips and not his fists.
He loved your sweet voice whispering in his ear how satisfied and pleasured you were with what he was doing.
He loved everything he did with you. Because it was built around your pleasure instead of others pain. 
Army/CEO/Mafia/celeb Levi going away for a bit so you're home alone. You buy an Enabot and gift it to him or something similar! The little bot allows him to control it while he's away. He can drive it around and talk through it, so it's like he's home but a cute little robot!
He'd follow you around. He'd shower you with praise and love. He'd say how perfect you are. He'd comfort you. He'd be a bit naughty sometimes when you're in a skirt or dress. He'd ask you to pick him up and carry him around. He'd ask for you to dress up the robot.
As soon as you have this bot in your life, Levi will never worry about being away from you again because he knows he can sign into the bot, hunt you down and talk to you as if he was right there.
While Postwar! Levi is excited about many things, he loves being able to just take you into the master bedroom and fucking you.
During the scouting days he would have to wait, he would have to make sure both of you were in good health, make sure both of you were free on your schedules, and all of that shit.
But now you could be randomly sitting on the bed and Levi could just start fucking you.
“You’re too sweet for me.” Levi mutters against your clit as he laps at your folds, eating you out like your his last meal.
“Mmm…” You just whine back, gripping his silky hair, as you buck your hips into his face. His tongue continues to swirl around, pulling in and out, with kitten licks along your clit every now and then.
“What was that princess?” He asks pulling up from your legs, his lips covered in you, as they form a smirk. “You’re going to have to use his words.”
“Feels…so good.” You whisper through a whine as you throw your head back into your pillow, continuing to buck your hips as you try to get him to go back to eating you.
“Impatient are we?” He says giving your fold a small lick and a kiss, smelling your sweet sent, and tasting your sweet wetness.
“How are you feeling princess?” He asks a smirking against your pussy.
“You’re just a tease.” You responded with a small tired smirk of your own.
“Oh really?” He ask back with a raised brow as he bites at your fold causing you to yelp. “Those are the sounds I like princess.” He says diving back into.
He continues to eat you like a starving man, sucking at your folds so intensely that they leave a stain on his lips.
“So are you close to cumming for me?” He asks a smirk against your pussy, knowing that you were so close to releasing that one more lick could push you over the edge.
“Mmm…Levi, please, I need it.” You whisper through a whine, your eyes closed tightly and your legs shaking so badly that Levi has to hold them now.
“You got it pretty girl.” He says and with a couple more licks, he’s gotten your sweet honey cum on your face, savoring the taste on your tongue.
Postwar! Levi is so incredibly excited when you’re pregnant, it overwhelms him. It makes his heart hurt. It makes his stomach turn every time he thinks of it.
He’s had strong emotions before of course, he’s had his stomach turn with an anxiety, he’s had his heart hurt with sadness, he’s anticipated things good and bad, but he’s never felt excitement, let alone to this extent.
Seeing the round of your stomach slowly grow over the months makes tears well in his eyes. They well in his eyes at the fact that he finally created life instead of destroying.
But he still can’t help but feel a little proud when he feels your guys child kicking in your stomach, knowing that his child will be strong, that they will inherit a least a little bit of their father’s strength.
But he is so excited when he is setting up the nursery with room, even if building the crib irritates his leg. He loves placing his hand on the small of your back as you paint some small birds on the nursery walls. He loves organizing and cleaning everything so perfectly that it has an unnatural shine.
He is so excited that it makes him nervous during his final day of your pregnancy. He loves seeing how big your stomach has gotten, he loves packing the hospital bag with you, he loves the final moments of his child moving inside of you.
(Though he isn’t excited about the actual labor, he’s quite nervous actually.)
But when his little baby girl is placed in his arms, all that excitement melts away into realization.
He’s a father. He helped bring life into this world. He now has someone that depends on him. He has a little baby that loves him unconditionally. He has someone that sees him as completely clean and pure.
He has a child.
“Hello little Kuchel.” He says softly to the sleeping child, the excitement creeping back into his gut.
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Someone said postwar! Levi looks younger in the final shot, and I’m just crying at the thought of all his pre old age stress lines disappearing.
Like imagine all of his of stress lines and frown lines disappearing over time, slowly being replaced with smile lines and crows feets around his nose from scrunching it.