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Levi would hate you btw
The calls coming from inside the house
You're not Levi's wife
Tell that to our kids
Thinking about house hunting with Levi....
The realtor sending you options and he's like "no." "No." "Absolutely not"
Until you finally get a few that were "maybe"s and go to look at them. Pulling up to the house and he's judging EVERYTHING.
"Mail box is weird."
The realtor gets out and makes small talk, talking to you about the place and its amenities. Levi wanders off, looking at the baseboards, the tiles, the grout. Each blade of the window blinds.
"Cabinets creaky."
"Floors uneven here"
"That needs fixed."
Until you finally find one that you LOVE. He doesn't want to dim your excitement, but he notices things. The wall he doesn't like, the closet he doesn't like. The basement door that he doesn't approve of. The garage door that he hates, and driveway that was old. But you loved it.
He would eventually have to put aside his critiques and say "okay honey." Knowing full well he would just have to fix them later.
OH and not to mention if it has multiple bedrooms.... just picturing having children and raising them there? "That is a hazard" "steps are too steep" his mind is just RACING with thoughts

Channeling his inner Ken

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Getting back into drawing... had to draw my mans
happy kinktober to those who celebrate
the smell of his skin. his morning voice. his hair when it's messy. the warmth of his hands. his body moving slowly. the spark in his eyes when he's excited. his smile. his soft lips. feeling the weight of his body. his laugh. the way he talks. forehead kisses. nose kisses. butterfly kisses. his touch. his soft, pure heart. the mole on his cheek. everything about him. he. him. his.
The fact he's not real and mine is a big problem
This is my Levi. In case you all were wondering.
Chat what type of music would Levi listen to in a modern world. Be honest with me no tomfoolery this is serious.

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Confession ♱
He was a sinner. A perverted, guilty sinner. He knew it was wrong...it was so wrong.
But the way her dress hugged her hips... the way her hair fell so effortlessly to accentuate her collarbones... the way her cross necklace sat between her breast...
He knew not to give into temptation. This was a test from god. Or maybe the devil. How could he be sure? It had to be from the devil.... nothing so wrong would feel so right. God didn't bring confusion. He didn't bring uncertainty. And he certainly didn't bring her into his life to tease him every Sunday.
No. God wouldn't do that.
She had to be from the devil. Her smooth skin... her innocent eyes... her plump lips.
She listened so intently. Her eyes never left his. She never dozed off or looked at her phone. She never skipped a Sunday. So how could she be so.... torturous? It's like she existed just to test him. Everything he has ever known and worked for could be thrown out in an instant. Forgotten. Over a woman? He would not sacrifice his life over a woman.
Right?
At least that was what he thought.
That was what he thought until today. When after the service she approached him. The room had filtered out, a few friends lingering to chat. He was gathering his things when he noticed her walking up. His heart pounding in his chest. Could she hear it?
He tried to keep his composure as she spoke. Asking him for help with something. Opening up about her struggles. That's when she said it. The sentence that deemed him straight to an eternity in hell.
"How do I get the thoughts to stop?" She whispers. "I... can't stop thinking of things. Bad things. I can't get rid of them." She looks up at him as he stands on the steps before her. Her wide eyes look up into his. A glimmer of something....
"What kind of thoughts?" He asks, his voice low.
She swallows. Looking away, embarrassed.
"Inappropriate ones." She admits, her voice barely a whisper before him.
His heart just about jumps out of his chest. That all too familiar feeling in his stomach.
He swallows. Taking a breath to compose himself.
"To solve a problem is to find the root of it" he says slowly. His hand reaching out every so slowly. Fingers grasping gently at a piece of her hair. Moving it from her cheek. "So tell me... what is making you think of these things, hm?"
She looks up at him. Her eyes suddenly darker... guilty. Her head unintentionally leaning into his hand.
"I think...." she starts, looking away again. Her voice so low, no one else could hear a word from her. "It's you." Her eyes met his again.
The pit in his stomach grows. Trying to fight off a groan at her words. This was bad. So bad. But it felt... so good.
He knew this was how the devil worked. How he controlled. How he persuaded.
But god, if she were the devil, he wouldn't mind an eternity in hell.
"Come with me." He says sternly. His hand trapping at her wrist firmly. Leading her to his private office.
When the door clicks shut, he leader her in to stand before him.
"Sit. On the ground." He demands. She listens. Slowly lowering herself to the ground. Resting on her knees before him. Her sweet eyes looking up with anticipation.
"Confess. Tell me what you think about. Don't lie to me" he says, leaning down. His hand gently stoking her cheek. His touch was soft but heavy. His eyes dark.
"I think of you..... touching me." She whispers. His fingers instinctively press further into her skin.
"And?" His voice was so low. Unrecognizable.
"I think of touching you." She continues.
He sighs. Trying to compose himself. Taking a step further. His legs and waist close to her face. Her neck cranking up to look at him.
"Be honest with me now..." he starts. Stroking her cheek firmly.
"Have you touched yourself to it? Thinking about it?" He whispers. He knew this was bad. So bad. But he needed to know. Did she feel the same way he did? If both of them felt the same things... could it really be that wrong?
She stares up for a moment. Then nods. A blush creeping over her face. But she doesn't look away. Instead, she nods. Unable to form the right words.
It's quiet for a few moments before Levi pulls away. Breaking contact completely.
"So do it then. Show me." He demands. His voice thick with authority. A new look in his eyes. "Maybe then you will be forgiven."
She swallows, looking at him with confusion. She knew what he meant. But was this a test? It couldn't be, right? But she had been thinking about him for so long.... how could she run away now?
She moves to stand but he holds out a hand.
"Stop. Stay there." His voice was stern. Laced with arousal. "Filthy girls like you can sit on the filthy ground where they belong."
He walks forward again. The soft, glistening leather of his dress shoe catches the light from the window. Her eyes locked on it as he moves his foot to her. Pushing her leg apart. Her dress falling open slightly.
"Now show me."
He was the filthy one. He knew it. But there was no going back now. Not as he stands above her, eyes locked as her hand moves down. Moving her dress up to reveal her white, Lacey underwear.
His eyes can't look away. He was in a trance. She had him so wrapped around her finger and she didn't even know it.
"Touch it." He demands. Growing impatient.
He has to fight a moan when her fingers slide the lace to the side. The light catching the wetness perfectly. Heavenly.
"Good girl." He mutters quietly. His pants growing tighter. "Show me how you touch it"
He felt like he was possessed. What was tainting his mind to make him say these things? Who taught him such filth?
But it felt so right. She felt so right. This felt so right.
Her soft moans are enough to send him over the edge. His hand moving to grip her neck.
She gasps, but her pupils dilate as she looks up at him.
"What is it that you want, hm?" He asks. His face moving closer as he bends down to her level. "You want to see me like this? Like a mess for you? You want me to touch you?" He whispers.
She nods instantly. "Please" she begs. His head almost rolls back with her obedience. His cock growing harder in his dress pants.
"Please what? Use your words."
"Please touch me.... I want to feel you" she says as she looks up at him. Her fingers moving in slow, lazy circles.
He moves without hesitation. Bending down to his knees in front of her. Spreading her wider with his legs as he sits between hers. His hand moving to replace hers.
"Ohh..." he groans out at the feeling of her wetness. "My goodness.... you really are from the devil." He says softly. His fingers moving to gently rub up and down the wetness. His eyes locked with hers.
"You know what I have been thinking about?" He asks her. His fingers still moving gently.
"Hm?" She hums. Shifting under him.
"What you taste like" he whispers. Bringing his fingers to his mouth as his eyes stay on hers. Stocking the fingers that were playing with her in his mouth.
He almost loses it right then and there. A load groan leaving his lips as they wrap around his fingers. "So sweet" he mutters. His eyes shutting in pleasure.
So how she ending up being fucked on the floor of his office was beyond him. It had to be a higher power. A test he failed. The way she looked up at him with her legs spread. How she tasted on his tongue. How she was so needy when they finally kissed. Pushing him back and sitting on his lap as he sucked her tongue.
It wasn't until he unloaded inside her that his mind started to clear. Looking down to her tangled hair on the floor. The liquid dripping from her as her eyes fluttered shut. When he went to find something to clean her, his mind raced.
That shouldn't have happened. He was the head of this church. How could he go on not practicing what he preached??
God would never have put her in his life unless he wanted to punish him.
Maybe that was what it was. A punishment for his dirty thoughts. For all the perverted things he had pictured during Sunday mornings.
But if that meant he could have her every day... he would do it all again
My toxic trait is thinking Levi might like me.... might tolerate me.
Like i fully feel that in my soul I am put in this world to bear his children so... I think he might at least glance at me in public.
Maybe I'm crazy
I started at my new big girl job. Everyone here are middle aged men though😞
I fear my mind is plagued with Levi everywhere I go though. Like I'm in the office and I'm just thinking.... "what if my next client is Levi and he's wearing his fancy suit and pulls up in his black bmw"
Or even other places like, "imagine when I go out on Friday I see Levi at the bar and we just stare at eachother from across the tables and eventually one of us gets the courage to come up to eachother and awkwardly flirt"
Or, "what if at my next work event they introduce me to one of our biggest clients and it's Levi and after months of working with him and seeing him occasionally, we finally give in to the tension that's been building from the first time we met. When he was expecting his usual men meaning business but he sees me in my black dress and my heels, doing just as good, if not better, than some of his own men. And then we become this power couple and we have three kids."
I need help.
Tired of people classifying Levi as the mean brooding guy-
If you watch the whole show and sit there and tell me Levi is an asshole? You clearly didn't pay attention.
Throughout the whole show, the entirety of Levi's character is established as the protector. Levi is not a selfish person, he is a selfless person. He fights for humanity; not for himself. His entire character arc with zeke is rooted in his promise to Erwin.
He cares so deeply and that is what makes him the strongest. He wouldn't be the strongest if he didn't have the rage and the pain and the determination that comes with love.
Levi is not a stone cold brooding morally grey character. He is a man that cares about people in ways that people never cared for him.
Not to mention, he has a sense of humor! He is a sassy man.
He has lived a tragic life, but he lived. He lived longer than all of him comrades. Developed relationships with them just to be unable to save them. Levi is not a mean man, he is a man who has been through more than people could imagine.
And I need him.
ALSO: I find that people heavily confused his cleanliness with OCD. When rather (I believe) it's a control issue more than OCD. There is a very big misconception about OCD, most people thinking that means that you are clean or organized. When really it is OBSESSIVE. If Levi had that bad of OCD, he wouldn't be able to shake bloody hands with his fallen comrades. He wouldn't pull people from the insides of titans. It would be OBSESSIVE.
I think Levi most definitely has control issues. With an inability to control other things (ex. The titans, his mother's death, the death of his friends.), It has dug a hole deep into his mind that what he CAN control, he needs to control.
Okay I think I'm done
Tired of people classifying Levi as the mean brooding guy-
If you watch the whole show and sit there and tell me Levi is an asshole? You clearly didn't pay attention.
Throughout the whole show, the entirety of Levi's character is established as the protector. Levi is not a selfish person, he is a selfless person. He fights for humanity; not for himself. His entire character arc with zeke is rooted in his promise to Erwin.
He cares so deeply and that is what makes him the strongest. He wouldn't be the strongest if he didn't have the rage and the pain and the determination that comes with love.
Levi is not a stone cold brooding morally grey character. He is a man that cares about people in ways that people never cared for him.
Not to mention, he has a sense of humor! He is a sassy man.
He has lived a tragic life, but he lived. He lived longer than all of him comrades. Developed relationships with them just to be unable to save them. Levi is not a mean man, he is a man who has been through more than people could imagine.
And I need him.

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Obviously we're all delusional with our fictional relationships but does anyone else make up scenarios with fictional friendships too?
Like I'm in my modern day Levi headspace but thinking how Connie and I would get DOWN on the dance floor.
Or thinking about how Erwin and I would talk MAD politics.
Maybe I'm just rly lonely but...
how i feel opening up tumblr to read x reader ffs at my big age
And I fear I will for a long time