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What feels like an eternity to steady her breath instead passes by with every slow, controlled exhale. Her gaze, now fixated, gently studies him … watches, feels, listens to his own tentative breath. How he stills without a word, the lightest trace of surprise still lingering in those eyes that could so often cut right through her, could see everything … the very eyes which were focused on nothing else but her.

Nowhere else to look / no place to escape from it. As her fluster settles to a steady beat, she finds that fact intoxicating. Can't deny it. How often she avoided when that focus when it lingered towards her (if she weren't petty enough to return it with a stare of her own; when she hadn't been caught looking his way) when that underlying part of her wanted him to. More then that, she wanted to see him.

No need for prying, no suspicious glares and over speculating, no need to try and read him. In those ticking seconds of composure, she finds her pulse quickens regardless ; but any sense to hide behind walls left her. Nothing else matters. But him. Her. For this moment, she can let go. Take in everything, let the world come to a halt ... slowed and steady as the hand she raises towards him.

Laura hasn't answered him yet. Instead, her fingers brush loose strands away from his face. Soft. Touch slowly moves to stroke down his cheek, lightly cupping his face with one hand; hair which slipped through her fingers fell back and she, in turn, kept most at bay. She isn't perfect. Undesirable without the façade crafted atop of even more lies. No virgin, even prior to her veiled marriage, the scarring across her abdomen, the irreversible damage, all a distain to those in the inner walls. She didn't care. Though now, she admits, a level of insecurity tries to latch at her, makes it hard to have it on display / but, despite this, she finds herself unable to focus much on that.

Levi is captivating. Stupidly so. For all her time watching him, she hadn't paid much attention to his closer features. Maybe, his softer expression, however fixed, is rarer to see up close. Laura is ultimately selfish. As thumb moves to brush against his bottom lip, she finds she doesn't want anyone else to witness this sight.

If just touching him is enough to make her quiver, however slightly, she was going to have to steady those aching urges. Because she still wants control. See how little and how much gets a rise out of him. What she'll know about him. What he'll know about her. Eyes drift down to his lips, flickering to meet his gaze once, before returning. It's okay, because he'd given her control.

“ What do I want ... ” His words repeated, her own voice whispered, if not unsteady; if nerves were her obstacle, then she'd have to overcome. When she lifts herself up it's immediate, and still lips trace over his delicately. A tender, modest kiss, because she was to pull away to answer.

But the moment she had, only a beat passes by; because words etch in her throat. Because eyes, fluttering open, had once again looked to him for a moment, a strained inhale passed her lips, warmth burning in her chest, before both hands cup his face, with a sudden shift of eagerness / all thought is thrown out the window.

Shivers wash down her back as she closes the gap between their mouths, once a gentle touch almost lost to it's fierce yearning. Wrapping arms around his neck she gives no other choice then to press close, her breathing heavy between what little time she gave them to part / feeling his breath tickle against her lips in response. His scent, warmth, are overwhelming to her senses, devouring, and she unwilling to resist. Laura wasn't greedy. Yet, she'd lunged like a starving beast none the less.

Until her lungs beg does she finally break away. Parting with a deep inhale, her lips still hover over his, each intake of breath strained as she exhales in a shudder. The pounding in her chest gets no respite, cheeks burning a deep hue across her face that even the cold nights could not remedy. Compose. Arms slack around his neck, giving her a chance to separate ... her chest rises and falls with every attempt to dignify herself.

“ I want ... ” Even in a fluster, she manages to pull her lips into a frown, but each time she tries to furrow her expression, she falters. A light quiver in her lips, suddenly losing her nerve. Such infuriation echoes in her lingered embarrassment, however weak it was. Head turns to the side, gaze only flickering to him as she gathers her words. Saying her wants out loud proved challenging. Never had she been asked. Never had she needed to answer. It doesn't steady her growing fluster.

“ Then. I just want, you. ” Laura manages to pull her eyes back to his. Arms retreat slowly, allowing hands to caress down his neck. “ Touch me ... kiss me, everywhere. Just ... dance with me. ”

Even as her voice is hesitant, soft, she quickly finds a way to bring back her authoritative stare, albeit a wavering one. “ But if you leave a mark anywhere, I will make you regret it. ” A weak, weak threat, but one not to be messed with / She's not fragile. Far, far from it.

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Despair. Countless were the tragedies Levi had gone through, tragedies in which despair would accompany him. Why was it such intense desperation he felt at a moment like this? Not in loss, but for her tender touch— for it was just another tragedy, how much deprived he was of affection, of the gentle hold of someone. In her touch, even if faint, he’d surrender completely. His entire being placed upon her arms. He had given her CONTROL, and completely LOST his own. How blissful, for once to surrender one’s will— for all voices to stop, the world going quiet, listening only to the beat of their hearts. Tense nerves and muscles relaxed, and so did his mind— growing comfortably and peacefully numb, all the rage to drive him eased.

It was common knowledge, how somebody could easily lose oneself in LOVE. Their lips connect, and all connection to himself is lost— the rate of his heartbeat, the air to reach his lungs, his whole body, were all hers to command as she wished. He’d lean on her hold, his eyes closed ( for a moment longer ), in a failed attempt to find composure, take in feelings he didn’t know where to place inside himself. Intoxicating was her touch, such desire affecting his ability to think— he couldn’t, as if PARALYSED, any sense long lost. Any sense of control long lost— he hadn’t any choice, which could be freeing. It was freeing, just for a moment to lose himself in love. (?) . . . Was it for sure, that his real self lied in the absence of all affection? Was he LOST, or FOUND instead, re-discovering through her love, who he truly was?

Levi could hold his breath for much longer, he recalled. Except his heart wouldn’t normally beat in such an irregular rhythm, not even in the brick of death— in absolute SYNC to hers, dancing out of tune, to one that was their own. Their lips parted, and he found himself unable to breathe properly, as if there wasn’t any other way for air to reach his lungs than stealing hers. When was the last time he wished for something that wasn’t his own? Such childish rage boiled within him, to CLAIM. Only she could re-awaken such feelings, feelings long forgotten, and some that had never been acknowledged— there was innocence in his inexperience. Parts of him undiscovered, that hadn’t yet taken shape, untouched by cruelty or violence, unformed yet, for Laura to claim as her own ( for his body and mind hadn’t known yearning for another ).

Dark was the room, only the moonlight to light up their most discreet features. In darkness all senses but sight — ( hearing, smell, taste, touch ), all rest of their senses — would be heightened, for their bodies to learn one another as much as their souls already did. To see her even through touch, to listen in silence, same as when her eyes spoke to him, contradicting herself at most times, yet transparent.

‘ I want you ’, she said. But what could he possibly offer, as if she already hadn’t all of him. And yet these few simple words ignited something in him— eyes opened, as if given enough confidence to properly look at her. Less hesitant in his movements he’d be, his hand placed on top of hers, of the hand she held his face with. How much he wished for the imprint of her touch, her warmth, to forever remain on his skin, in contrast to her own demand. Why was it, only violence left permanent marks on their bodies? Each had their own scars, wounds long closed, some never properly cared for. Both had neglected such injuries ( of both body and soul ), pretending they didn’t sting or ache, hadn’t they? For the sake of keeping moving forward. Parts of them that right at this moment, demanded affection and care.

He held her hand, tight in his own yet gentle, before he brought it to his lips, kissing her palm. Led by instinct alone, his mind surrendered, his body moving on its own. A gentle kiss. Then another one. Another one. One more. Never in his life had he been greedy, nor starved enough for anything. His appetite insatiable, to be seen past any self-made shield or armor— as if merged with his skin, no longer able to remove it. Only her touch could break its cover. A kiss on her wrist followed, before he placed her hand back on its rightful place, his cheek, and leant forward for a longer, slower, deeper kiss. Mimicking hers, quite skilled in coping as he was, a slow and steady kiss, as if meant to steady the beat of their hearts once again— to satisfy that burning feeling on his stomach, a fire that burnt stronger the more he lost himself in those lips of hers. His hand wrapped around her waist, arched, her stomach pressed against his. To dance she asked. Even if inexperienced, even if he didn’t know the steps, he would.

Once they’d break the kiss to breathe, he buried his face in her neck, his forehead pressed against her shoulder, once again seeking for WARMTH. The underground was a cold place. Levi once believed the upper ground would be different, that this world illuminated by light would be much warmer, and so would be its creatures, but he was mistaken. How easily all beings were meant to lose warmth, succumbing to darkness— their own, or that of the fate none could escape from. Death. Her hand, her breath, her skin. He wanted to remember how it felt, to be held by such warmth. Would she one day lose warmth as well? Would he be there, to hold her hand, feel her body grow COLD? Was his touch cold, he wondered. For he already was half a corpse, parts of him dead. Did she mind? Did she mind, if not just his body, but also his eyes kept holding coldness?

❝ Roger that. ❞ His free hand slipped low, to her thigh, memorizing every curve of hers. Every slight change in her breath, every blink in her eyes. He was wrong— desire wasn’t that unfamiliar to him after all, for Levi always had an irresistible desire to UNDERSTAND. The biggest challenge she had been and still was, yearning to reach the deepest parts of her. Gently he pressed on her thigh, for her leg to wrap around his. In dance, one would step on the feet of the one most experienced. Instead, he’d ask her to step on his, dance to a beat that didn’t seem to have a steady pace. Rebelling, the only way they knew how to exist. And Levi, taking on another challenge— fighting against gravity, and which hold on her was stronger.

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┊ ┊⋆ ┊ . 𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓭-𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓹𝓸𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓬 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓮 ◞ 𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖊 . ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ @naitfall ⤸ “ tell me what you want. “ ( I can't resist sending you a meme . . . only if / when laura feels like it! )

How can he say that so calmly, while she struggles to hold his gaze ... a stillness in their serene that captures Laura's breath, any response she could have given hitching in her throat. Suffocating all of it / he's close enough she can feel his warmth, the feeling that she's being towered over by someone shorter then her by proximity alone, his scent completely overpowering her senses ... his eyes.

She's seen them soften, apparent even in his sharp expression, because she watches (...) more then she should. Her gaze always finding their way over to him in most scenarios. In those rare, often gruelling times of the life they lead, the brief glimpses before they revert again because it's easier to pretend ... everyone is out for themselves / all con men, with no true remorse. A witness to it, time and time again, and yet, she never believed it with them. Not him.

Levi is more human then most in every way maybe in the only way she knows. It's why she'd grown to trust him, completely. She strays from time to time, because trust was all so vulnerable. But, she never second guesses his words, doesn't have to watch out for masked lies and deceit, the way her world often disgusted her / the inner walls was a hell, where most idolised the stage play of wealth and professed perfection.

In a way, he embodied what she'd loved about the world beyond that. Raw in it's form, nothing to hide from ... in flaws, and the hardship of it's harrowing truth, was undoubtedly real. Normal in it's abnormality, to find true understanding and kinship within their world. Nothing to hold back on, nothing left to conceal. That was freeing.

Suffocating and not once did she feel she was drowning. Awkward as eyes shift, attempting to keep a steady gaze while her body runs hot. There's no silencing the pounding in her heart, she feels the growing warmth in her cheeks, burning at her ears, the lightest twitch in her eye.

It's humiliating how flustered she could still get when she's been in more intimate positions before. Laura is overbearingly commanding. It should be the other way around, she wishes to tell herself. But she can't think of anything else right now, aside from him.

And, god, does she need a moment. A hand covers half her face, finally shifting away from him, can't even mutter a curse under her breath at her own ridiculousness it's his fault, she decided. He gave her control. What she wanted.

❝ ... don't say anything. ❞ Until she gathered what dignity she had left to look at him again, to reveal the insanity of indescribable fluster that currently embodied her. A weak threat. She doesn't want him to go anywhere / don't move.

In the midst of battle, he had found himself. His instincts on alert, senses heightened, muscles tensed. He could hear the irregular beat of her heart, could see the tiniest changes in the way her eyes flickered, could sense her breath tremble. With his body on top of hers— this was no different than battle, than fighting for one’s life. They both fought for each other’s heart, body, and soul. Laura fought for control, while Levi fought for an opening, to go further within, to reveal the parts of her buried and forgotten.

The tactics of battle, to blend with one’s surroundings, to observe, and adapt. He’d watch for her reactions, learn through the little information he had, try not to lose his sanity when slowly but steadily he was getting absorbed by the heat of their bodies, getting lost in the intensity of her eyes. He hadn’t been in more intimate positions before.

A foreign experience to him, never before having shortened the distance between, never before having let anyone (not even himself) see him as whole, his body and heart in sync, for who he was and how he carried himself to align— when had it become a habit, to act the opposite of how he felt? Affection of this kind was foreign to Levi, and for once, maybe for the first time, he was at a loss what to do.

She understood, didn’t see? Even when she pretended to refuse to look at him, when she pretended to look down on him, when she tried to escape his sight, when she believed it was easier to hate him, than to accept him. She always understood, more than anyone else could. Even if they always stood on opposite sides, even if their natures were meant to collide, they had always fought for survival— of humanity, and the remnants of hope and kindness deep within them, the parts they’d deny.

Naked they’d be, both body and soul, the entirety of their existence exposed, to explore, to worship, to consume. Like a wolf, on top of its prey. Yet never he had seen her as one, never could have, for she was a hunter herself, ready to devour him with the same burning passion.

Control, she sought. Levi never would have denied her — never truly had, even when it seemed like he’d challenge her, even when he’d doubt her. Was it an opponent she needed, someone to blame, or someone to bring her back to her senses, he’d take up the role, even if it’d cost him, even if the distance between them would grow wider. Anything, as long as she could make terms with her pride, for Levi knew what it was like to have such a tight noose around one’s neck. Anything, as long as she wouldn’t suffocate, same way he had a few years ago when he lost everything.

Frozen, he’d stare with prying eyes, trying to make sense of her reaction, surprise even if subtle written on his face. He hadn’t known what to expect. If he didn't know her like the palm of his hand, he would have moved away already, retreated, given her space. Instead, Levi remained silent as ordered, still, surrendered, patiently waiting for her to show him what she wanted, what she desired, what she needed of him.

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@skylakitis asked:

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

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B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I don’t think he has a favorite part. He does have a more sensitive part though, and that’s his hips. His legs are strong (for ODM gear and kicking Eren’s ass), so to be held there, to the part of him that’s both his strongest and weakest spot? Oh, you’re either gonna get kicked or completely have him surrender.

For his partner. I’ll respond for our main three for the time being:

Erwin. For Erwin are his shoulders. He’s got wide and strong shoulders and I can see him liking that part of him. Oda. Unless he shaves, he’s not allowed to get closer. Seriously though . . . Hands. That’s what I feel. Historia. Absurd, but her belly. And not because of any expected pregnancy etc. It’s warm. It’s a soft spot. He can rest his head there. Help, I made him a creep.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

A bit of roughness, mixed with lots of gentleness. As much as I like to call Levi a ‘vanilla’ type, he has a bit of sadism/masochism in him, in all aspects of his life. Same way even though he’s so caring and gentle and careful with the emotions of others, but rough and cruel when he has to, in the same way a bit of roughness during the act brings more excitement. It’s a matter of balance. In his nature, co-exists the thug Kenny raised to survive under all circumstances, and the soft caring boy his mother cared for.

But also, just getting to know all the different sensations he hasn’t known so far, turns him on enough. BUT, small tiny bits of affection that show his partner’s paying attention to what he likes (that he’s seen?). Watch him melt. Same way with bits of acts of service in their everyday life (brew tea to his liking. clean somewhere he’s been meaning to, before he does. cook him his favorite meal. basically, anything he does for others being done to him).

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Very low. It depends on the partner, but generally it’s very low to non-existent. As I’ve analyzed in previous posts, his sexuality is something he has locked away since he was young. His partner is the one to unlock that part of him, to help him get to know the feelings, the sensations, and to draw his interest. If his partner doesn’t actively seek sexual contact, in most cases he won’t make the first move. But this doesn’t mean he doesn’t enjoy making love! He may not actively seek for interaction, but that’s irrelevant to how much he’s pleased/wants to please his partner. It’s just that . . . You make the move else this bastard can get on without it for the rest of his life.

On another note, the partners who I believe may help his sex drive get a bit higher are Erwin and Farlan. These two are the ones I think that can get him to . . . Maybe . . . Hm. Seek for interaction under some circumstances (clean for him to the level he’s satisfied and he’ll throw you to bed immediately).

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vonbirden had asked:

L,E,V, and I, for you know c: levi

cw: mentions of childhood trauma, child sexual harassment

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The bed. He's the vanilla type, he's not going to be the one to experiment in different places, unless his partner wants, and you definitely won't see him try anything extreme. In the bed it's comfortable (and clean), he doesn't have to worry about his partner's comfort, and the pace is slower and more relaxed.

Where things get really heated though, is against the wall/table cause the height difference irritates him . . .

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Levi's a virgin. Levi's mother, Kuchel, was a prostitute who got pregnant by one of her clients and gave birth to Levi. Before she died, Levi was raised in the brothel she worked at. Being an observant child in a never-changing environment without much information to process, he understood from a very young age how he was born, how his mother earned money, and what sex is. Kuchel, in her efforts to make her child understand what she had been doing wasn't normal, and fearing he might follow her steps, she tried in many ways to make very clear to him how much she suffered from the way she had chosen to lead her life.

After she died, and maybe before that, when Levi was still a young child, I believe ( an analysis I have posted in the past and plan on reposting soon ) he was sexually harassed ( almost but not abused ) by men due to having a frail appearance, resembling that of a young girl.

I think these reasons made him lock anything connected to his sexuality, and throw the key. Levi grew a general repulse towards anything sexual.

It is up to the person he's going to trust with both his life and his body, to unlock those feelings, show him the act of making love is different from what he's known his entire life, and it can be an act of bonding and pleasure, instead of the twisted image he's familiar with.

He has an idea of what he's supposed to do, but not exactly and it's unlikely he'll make any moves first. His partner will have to ease him through it all and teach him what to do.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He doesn't make any sounds. If some escape him, it'll be small sighs and groans, but most of the time, he's completely silent.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Very focused. He will never take his eyes off his partner. Careful of hurting them, of crossing any boundaries, you will find him being on alert for every single one of his moves. Insecure, especially at first, especially if he's on the lead, in a way he's never been in his entire life (but still, in his own subtle, Levi way). He's much more affectionate than usual, kissing and taking care of his partner, mostly out of guilt ( inexperience ), and to keep himself occupied.

Once it gets easier for him, he'll remain more affectionate than normal, paying his partner too much care. Kissing and eye contact are important, as keeping a slow pace, and satisfying his partner first. His own pleasure always comes last. Even though he's very silent, too much of himself becomes visible, the actual intensity of his emotions being given voice.