🖤

thinking about. post rumbling Levi having a place to call his own for the very first time. a little house only he has the key to. where his couple books and teapot and keepsakes live. no more hideouts or barracks or assigned rooms in military compounds. he builds those walls up and then he decorates them. he plants some climbing ivy by the bedroom window so no one can look in. he has a little garden patch for his herbs. everything is where he puts it and no one ever moves it and nothing gets lost. he gets visitors. they come to his little house specifically to see him. things are not well, but they're getting better every day.

playing with his happy trail…twirling my fingers through the hair there and giggling when his stomach muscles tense up…then bending down to press hot, opened mouth kisses to his skin

Oh to live on a self-sufficient homestead with Levi after the rumbling...

*sliding two fingers inside you* so how was your day, princess?

the worst writing crime you can ever commit in my opinion is watering down the dirty talk because you’re self-conscious that it sounds like it’s from a bad porno…..i cannot stress this enough……leave it alone. the moment you tell yourself he would not fucking say that you’re doomed. people will say almost anything if their dick is hard enough

hate when people think the only archetype possible for a male sidekick to a female protagonist is a soft boi and/or himbo. like the implication there is that the only reason a man would ever defer to a woman’s authority is if he was a bumbling idiot. love male supporting characters who are smart and strong and confident and can step up when necessary but still kind and humble enough to let someone else take the lead most of the time

if you get horny out of the blue it’s because you and that fictional man are fucking in his universe btw