#it's 2am and this response feels like a feverish dream

[byallmeans1]

what sets hange’s and levi’s relationship with each other apart from the rest!

I get asked this question a lot, and I feel like each time I give a half-assed response, and honestly i don’t expect this time will be different lmao

At first levihan seems to be a typical opposites attract, which, if delivered the right way, is a trope I enjoy. But it’s not enough to get me absolutely obsessed. The way they met and the fact that Levi almost went stabby stabby on Hanji adds a little spice to it all, not gonna lie. But as the story progresses and we get to know the characters  better, it turns out they actually have a lot in common. Shitty sense of humour, and poor social skills, above all. Hanji seems friendly but they’re pretty exentric so they often get labeled as being batshit crazy. Levi on the other hand is emotionally constipated, mean, and scary. But Hanji doesn’t care about that, and it seems like his harsh words don’t hurt them at all. They just don’t give a single shit which is pretty hilarious.

The most appealing part of levihan is that despite being so different on the surface, they get along very well and understand each other like no one else. Hanji’s casually making fun of humanity’s strongest, and he doesn’t seem to mind at all. I love the fact that they’re both fucking weird and no one really gets them. And, after some consideration, I’m actually happy that they’re not canon, because Isayama’s understanding of romance lowkey makes me cringe. It’s good the way it is. The undeniable fact is that they’re best friends, and love each other a lot. Whether it’s romantic or platonic doesn’t really matter.

When i look at their relationship in a romantic way, I don’t think of them as a highly sexual couple, which is also cool. What’s more, there are no gender roles. Fuck them.

I love levihan most because it’s about friendship and a strong bond, above all. It’s about understanding each other without words. I love them because they’re not canon, otherwise there would be a sudden shift in their motives and personalities for the sake of „romance”. I love them because they don’t really fit in any trope I know. I love how their relationship starts off as simple, and then evolves into something special. I love that they both grow and develop, and have their own separate plotlines at times. And I love that it’s all about traumatized people and a harsh reality, and the way they help each other out and find comfort in each other.

[wrath-and-ruin]

Ugh I wanted to post this yesterday but didn't get done until 2am. So have some belated humpday smut!! NSFW

30 Days NSFW Challenge: # 6. Clothed getting off

Rae could feel him shooting glances at her every few seconds, his fingers tapping an anxious rhythm against the back of the couch. He wasn’t watching the movie, she knew, but that was okay. She hadn’t really expected him to get into the chick flick… and if she were being honest, she didn’t care much for it either. It was petty revenge, plain and simple.

Last weekend had been his turn to choose, and his decision had resulted in the loss of some much needed sleep in the days to follow. While she was perfectly fine with the horror genre, Stephen King’s ‘It’ wasn’t a movie she’d ever planned on seeing. She. Hated. Clowns. She always had, and he fucking knew that! And while she’d spent the better part of the movie curled into a ball against his side, she’d accidentally caught a glimpse or two, which had been more than enough to haunt her dreams for the remainder of the weekend. He’d even had the audacity to laugh at her!

So, as punishment, she’d picked out the sappiest romantic comedy she could find… and for the duration of the film had proceeded to torment him with gestures that were sexual but subtle, pretending to be engrossed in the movie while succeeding in making him as uncomfortable as she was able. An arch of the spine here, a brush of the leg there… it was driving him crazy. She could feel his muscles twitching, could see the way he was shifting in his seat, could hear his breathing as it grew heavier.

Rae pulled her lip between her teeth, nibbling it briefly before giving the abused bit of flesh a slow swipe with her tongue. He was outright gawking now, she could see it in her peripherals, and ever so casually let her eyes drift in his direction.

“What’s wrong, babe? You don’t like the movie?”

His jaw was clenched, his shoulders tense as he responded, “I can think ah somethin’ I’d rather be doin’.”

The brunette smiled coyly, giving his leg a little pat. “Right after the movie’s over. There’s only thirty minutes left.”

When she turned away from him she could almost feel the tension in the air, knowing that the slightest thing might set him off. She tried biting back the smug grin that pulled at her mouth, but it was too late… he’d caught it.

Green eyes widened in surprise. “Little tease!”

She laughed as his arm shot toward her, trying and failing to escape his reach, He snatched her up in a heartbeat, settling himself back against the couch with her firmly on his lap. “That wasn’t very nice.”

“Neither was making me sit through that horrific nightmare last weekend!” Rae defended, placing her hands around his neck.

“Didn’t think ya were the type ta hold a grudge, babe,” the large male purred, pleased to have her in his arms again, where she belonged.

She leaned forward, pressing her forehead to his. “Whaddya say we call it even and move onto those… ‘better things’ you had in mind?”

One large hand swept behind her head, and his eyes darkened lustfully. “Now yer talkin’.”

The kiss was feverish, all that pent up desire coming to a head as they moved together. She could feel him against her stomach, hot and hard and probably throbbing by now.

The eager young woman moaned in sheer abandon as he dominated her mouth, tongue and teeth relentless as he twisted his fingers into her hair and gave a firm tug. She craned her head back with a gasp as he moved his attentions to her throat, sucking and biting like some feral animal out for her blood. Her hips surged forward, the soft, slick flesh between her legs seeking the rigid firmness between his.

Raphael bucked against her. “Goddammit, Rae, feels so good.”

She couldn’t agree more, that sweet pressure precisely what she needed to fulfill the aching emptiness inside of her. She worshipped the hard line of his jaw with quick, desperate kisses, her tongue tracing the scar on his lip she loved so fucking much. Again she slid along his length, her body hyper aware of every thick inch as she ground her hips down.

His breath caught in his throat when she didn’t stop moving, pleasure building far too quickly for him to tamp down again. He’d waited too long, endured too much of her teasing. If she didn’t stop doing that soon he wasn’t going to last much longer. “Slow down, babe. Ya keep that up and I’mma…”

She heard the warning, but at this point Rae couldn’t have cared less. It felt too good to stop, even if it was just for a minute. Relentlessly she thrust against his clothed cock, shivering at the notion that the only thing separating them was a couple flimsy layers of fabric.

“Rae!”

She peered at him through half-mast eyes, uttering breathily, “I need it. Please… don’t make me stop.”

Raphael could never deny her when she pleaded like that, voice all low and husky. She was a fucking goddess, writhing all over him in a lustful frenzy, hair tangled and cheeks tinged pink. The immense warrior slid his hands over her hips, cupping her pert ass and giving it a squeeze before guiding her into a harder rhythm.

"Ya want it? Then take it! C’mon!”

A part of her registered that she would have to apologise to the neighbours again tomorrow, he was always so loud… but damn if she didn’t think it was the hottest fucking thing when he was vocal, that deep voice seeming to vibrate straight through her.

"That’s it, baby girl, just like that. Just. Like. That!”

Every word was punctuated with a buck of his hips, the combination of jarring thrusts and crude words enough to push her right over the point of no return. She clasped tightly to his chest, muscles locking as she started to tremble. His name spilled from her lips like a mantra as she pressed herself tightly against him, prolonging the ecstasy for as long as she was able.

Watching her take her pleasure was easily one of the most erotic things he’d ever seen, and he didn’t think he would ever get tired of seeing it. His name on her lips was euphoric, and the dark, possessive beast inside of him roared in triumph at the sound. He crushed her against him as he spent himself, her small body shivering as he rode out the final waves of his climax.

A moment of relative silence passed between them as they sat panting, until finally Rae glanced down at the mess they’d made. His shorts and her jeans were in desperate need of a wash, and she wasn’t even certain that her panties were still in one piece after all that friction.

She laughed lightly, locking eyes with him when he huffed in response.

"Why don’t we go get these clothes in the laundry… and then maybe we can continue this in the bedroom?”

Raph shifted awkwardly, not overly fond of the way his shorts were sticking to his business. “Sounds like a plan.”

X) Sticky, messy fun! One down, a bunch more to go!!