#worldhell

[knightinspicyarmor]

@worldhell 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.

[naitfall]

You are precious to me. And this is not a secret. You are precious to me, evidently.

- Abdulsamad S. M.

[moved-naitfall]

What if he's the stranger who hands out candy?

[thecommanderzoe]

i just need a band-aid and a nap. i'll be fine. - oruo c:<

Patching up wounds || @worldhell

"It's no bother," Hanji insisted, gently guiding him back onto the edge of the cart with a firm touch to his shoulder. She wasn't taking no for an answer. With determination, she exposed the wound, her expression shifting to concern as she examined it.

"Looks like stitches are in order," she declared, a hint of excitement in her voice despite the seriousness of the situation. She wasted no time in retrieving the necessary supplies. "Good thing we're prepared," she added with a reassuring pat on his cheek, before focusing on the task at hand. "Stay still, or it'll only sting worse."

[knightinsourarmor]

@worldhell liked for a starter | Eren Yeager & Armin Arlert

It was a warm day. The sun had risen only a few hours ago. Before them, lay infinite lands of grass — a delusion, the walls too far away, beyond tall hills where their eyes wouldn’t reach. The cold breeze is welcoming, refreshing, as the two of them had sat on the ground, enjoying their day of rest, where neither they’d have to fight nor train. It was only for a day, but Eren wouldn’t have to be anybody’s hope or prove himself to anyone. Wasn't he the one who longed for this for years? Stand at the front lines, to kill the monsters who took away their freedom. ❝ I like this. ❞ In moments like this, with his closest friend by his side, Eren‘s insatiable desire to keep advancing forward would be satisfied, even if temporarily, for Armin carried a different kind of freedom within. 

In his eyes, Armin’s thoughts ran free, to sights he didn’t need to see, senses he didn’t need to experience. He was jealous of the other, for finding comfort in the moment, for being able to dream what was too far away, when Eren couldn’t see where his hands wouldn’t reach — that was why he’d desperately keep running, to get where he wanted to be. A soul of extremes, he wouldn’t find peace once an idea was in his head, whether it was revenge, or hope. He couldn’t stop until he made it come true, dedicating his entire being. A prisoner of his own nature. It was Armin who had given him a reason to fight when he showed him that book many years ago, and it was Armin right at this moment, who would be his chance to breathe, to rest for a short moment.

❝ We've been fighting for so long. It's nice to finally catch a break. ❞ He couldn't help but wonder, what was that Armin sought ? Were his desires as strong as his?

The question to follow seems to come out of nowhere, a question troubling him for a while now. ❝ Say, Armin . . . Have you regretted joining the Survey Corps? ❞ Armin had said one needed to give up a part of themselves in order to survive. He couldn’t be entirely wrong, Eren having given up his humanity when he ended up at a Titan’s stomach, but that wasn’t the case for him — insightful, observant, but always a cruel judge of himself. Believing because he couldn’t keep up with the rest of them, he had changed. Eren knew better. Eren could see Armin’s heart remained the same. When he'd visit Annie, when he'd look after him and Mikasa, never voicing his worries, constantly doubting himself, even though he was suffering the most.

Quite the misfortune, how selfless he’d be, to have found someone as greedy as himself. He didn’t mind it though, Eren being the one who was lucky.

[micsmasmuses]

@worldhell liked for a Moblit starter.

The brunette glances up as he hears someone walk in. A soft smile on his lips as he gives a small wave.

“Ah morning Nifa, you’re in early.”

[ausdauer]

@worldhell liked it x

"What are ya playing?" she asked, walking up to him at the chequered board, the many players still on the board, "Y'playin' both parts? That's stupid. Le'me play!". Isabel didn't wait for an answer before folding her legs under her on the other side of the board.

"Can ya teach me?".

[soldiersscream]

OOPSIE - from nile, with instant regret.

@worldhell || A towel only

"I assumed it would be you they sent" Erwin simply spoke, no shame, no surprise on his features as Nile stood in his room, the backup left in the corridor behind the closed door. "A moment for me to get dressed? I'll walk compliantly with you after" He simple asked, a small bargain instead of being arrested and walked past his soldiers in nothing but a towel.

Trust Nile to come to arrest him just as he got out of the bath.

Erwin didn't wait for an answer before he reached for his shirt.

[spatzenn]

First, there was fire and some roaring explosion. Next, there was panic. Then, there was fear.

Levi, guiding his steed, had saw it all, the way the titans decimated the rear. It was nearly immediate, the way their men laid splintered in pieces, and for as far as he can see, the plains bled rosey with bloodshed. And night-black with terror. And blue with tears. Artful, really. With his almighty strength, the Captain at once reared back, and launching bird-like in the air, he clove ghastly through a titan. Then up and another. And another and more.

But still! Too much. Still so many stood tall. A retreat, he decides rightly, is becoming undeniably, altogether necessary. Yet, there was none he could see that would take that command until, drawing nearer and nearer, he spotted a soul sailing alone. It's her, hair loosed, a stream of china ink.

Decimated. Just him and her left. No back up for miles. The sun's almost gone.

And -- fear. In her face, those tell-tale signs of maybe fear.

"Keep moving." To all that carnage, to your week-long comrades eaten and crying. No, no, no! "Don't look back." It's Captain. Human. Levi is soaring astride her now, blood in his hair, and in his gaze, an unyielding determination. "We continue forward," he clips out, "right into the trees over there. I need you to keep your head on straight. Don't make it any easier for them." Don't look back at your comrades! "Keep your eyes on me, got it?" God willing.

Soon, the forest greets them, its green canopies shimmering away. An aberrant is roaring and right on her heels, and Levi, Captain, changes gears.

"On me!" he yells louder. Hurry. He slacks his lines. Tackling her, the two stragglers, survivors a pair, then tumble, the both of them, hard of breath, lonely, landing hard upon a branch. Night's fast approaching, and now comes true terror. Levi looks down, eyes dark, and knows this face. Laura, right? "What did I say? Focus!" He nearly grabs her by the collar. Relax. "Eyes on me."

@worldhell, ♡'d for laura.

[puretitan]

It was ENOUGH for Eren to cry again after Armin's reassuring words and the warm embrace. One of his greatest loves, his best friend. Holding onto him one last time before the end, Eren buried his face into the blonde's neck. Tears ran down his face as the blonde spoke of HELL and how they were to reunite there. Upon hearing the comment, Eren laughs dryly. "And yet you still FORGIVE, LOVE, and CARE for me? after all I've hidden and done to you?" Eren whispered softly, clinging to Armin, knowing if he let go, it would be the end of everything, "i'm SCARED. I don't want to leave you two."Eren was afraid that in time, they would forget about him, that he would slip out of their memories. Afraid that when he was dead, Armin and Mikasa wouldn't love him anymore. That their feelings for him would fade. He was scared that he would slip out of their hearts.

*// @worldhell

[shougancid]

[CHECK]: after an unexpectedly violent situation, sender frantically rushes to check if the receiver is okay, cupping their face to look closer. - from porco, but he's not being gentle, her head is being tossed left right left up

reasons to cup a face. ( a prompt list. ) // @worldhell

It should hurt. That's what the rational part of her brain is telling her, but instead, Mari feels numb. Numb and stupid apparently, staring ahead and ignoring what will soon become a multitude of bruises and little cuts that may scar. Just as she's about to do something, anything, someone grasps her face. The warrior candidate can't quite register who it is at first, feeling so dizzy her world is almost spinning. It looks like Marcel, and in her slightly dizzy state his name almost leaves her lips before she frowns.

No, Marcel's dead. And his brother's giving her what she can only assume is the world's worst headache.

"Galliard, stop."

It doesn't come out half as calmly as she'd like. Probably because it feels like she's being rattled rather than inspected.

Frowning, Mari swats Porco's hand away, not a gentle response by any means before she mimics his previous action, reaching to grab his face before settling for grabbing his collar instead. The closest thing she can get to payback without her head feeling like it might explode.

"You're not my mother and there are more important people for you to worry about. It's fine."

[naitfall]

He is popular. And what makes you think there's no gift? If only you came a tiny bit closer . . .

[moved-naitfall]

@worldhell asked:

" i stayed. " - from farlan !!!

the receiver has told the sender that they haven't slept for several days due to intense nightmares, and asks them to stay the night so that they might be able to sleep. send in " i stayed. " for the receiver to waken the next morning and find the sender to still be sitting by their bedside, having stayed the whole night to ensure they slept.

Change. Contrary to popular belief, Levi despised change of things. Adaptability may be a strength of his — he'd be the first to change himself whenever needed in order to survive under any circumstances — but far too attached to any sentiments made as he was, far too accustomed to letting go of everything important, he'd come to despite change. If only he could go back to their first home, the place Farlan and Isabel made their own. If only he could go back to the same morning routine from when his squad was still alive. If only he didn't have to witness the command of the Survey Corps change hands. Far too attached, yet the first to deny the shackles of the past in order to keep moving forward.

Suddenly, they had found themselves in a situation where nothing was the same. A world without Titans, a dream far too unrealistic to have come true. Enemies to their supposed homeland Paradis — the two of them had nowhere to belong, not really, citizens of the underground, of darkness. Having killed sacrificed one of their own ( they weren't that unfamiliar with it, were they? ), someone placed under his care, Eren, the one Levi used to believe was humanity's hope. Having survived long after they had submitted to certain death.

Farlan was alive. They had lost everything along the way, but they hadn't lost each other. Fighting was over, even if only temporarily. Fighting for their lives was over.

He couldn't recall when was the last time he had slept in a bed, mattress and all. Their roles reversed, the one sitting in the chair watching after him, being Farlan. For long Levi hadn't been able to sleep at all, his mind beginning to deteriorate as days passed and he couldn't close his eyes for longer than a few minutes. Insomnia had kept him company for years, since he lost his mother, but its leash had never been this tight, suffocating him, until he couldn't any longer breathe on his own. Weakness of body and mind wasn't entirely unfamiliar to him, yet this would make it the first time he'd allow the other see him in this pathetic state ( a state he couldn't help )— or so he thought.

Who would have thought, nightmares would come to haunt him the most when the real nightmare was over? He hadn't exactly asked Farlan to stay — the two didn't need words to communicate. The other had noticed, the only one who watched him same way Levi watched others, with piercing concern. ❝ Thank you. ❞ Showing gratitude wasn't what was painful, but once again relying on him, once again placing more weight on his shoulders than he was supposed to carry. His driving force he had been for many years — living for Farlan, to protect him, care for him, stay human for him, from when they were both young and full of grand dreams of sunlight. How could Levi keep holding him down, to his own darkness? If only he wasn't certain Farlan wouldn't let go.

He grabbed the cane by his bedside, attempting to get up with intention to get to the kitchen, before deciding otherwise, a sigh following his frustration. ❝ Have you eaten anything? ❞ Still recovering, still healing, still struggling on getting used to his body failing him. He wasn't supposed to be moving much, but he couldn't stay in one place either. Stubborn even when pain meddled with his ability to think, to act, to pretend to be his normal self.

[wellfell]

 soft steam forming in gentle , incoherent shapes above twin cups of tea . it doesn't smell like normal tea , a recipe akina had enough time to discover back inside wall sina . with pink roses she was lucky to find in the garden ; now she only made it for herself , and well , tonight , for mikasa . it wasn't common for her to sleep so soundly , often alert like a feral creature waiting to be devoured — akina understood that . it's just her body wasn't as strong as mikasa's to help her to the same . [ @worldhell ] wordlessly , she puts the cup on the dirt , and sits beside the other while their campfire cackled . the cup held between her bruised fingers , eyes never leaving the flames until she speaks up with an odd taste of girlish excitement coloring her throaty timbre ; ❛ why don't you grow your hair ? it's really pretty . . . ❜

aot starter call.

[titaen]

@worldhell

"Come on, you really don't know? The Stork..... is the birds and bees'..... cousin in law. It's a family business."

[old-knightinsourarmor]

plotted starter with @worldhell , for Kuchel & Mikasa

cw: prostitution

Time and space would collide, and souls never meant to meet would find one another. Was it fate to have brought them together? Or humans' efforts denying it? Had the spirit departed from the body, traveling to places unexplored? To the unknown past, where somebody else's story had just begun.

Kuchel had nearly fallen, a moment of dizziness overtaking her, before someone helped her stand back on her feet. Blue eyes fell on the figure of a young lady, wearing the uniform of a soldier. “ I'm sorry for troubling you, dear. ” Once stable enough, she greeted her with a bow. The older Ackerman wouldn't any longer be alarmed, when encountering soldiers. Many would visit the brothel asking for her services, never paying mind whether her documents were real or not. She wasn't human in their eyes, and she preferred it that way, especially now that she wasn't on her own anymore. Only for her survival, she used to care, but what her purpose was in life had changed, ever since she first held her son in her arms. Kuchel would make sure, the Ackerman name would die with her, for her son to live free one day. Feel the burning sun and the falling rain, run in fields of grass, and smell the scent of flowers. She'd do anything, to ensure that future.

A different aura would surround the woman standing before her, as if she breathed a different kind of air. She wasn't like everyone else, Kuchel thought, before she noticed it. The symbol of the Wings of Freedom. A soldier of the Survey Corps. She couldn't help but wonder what she could be doing in this dark place, forgotten by Gods. Someone to have seen the outside world, why end up here? Birds couldn't spread their wings in the underground. She didn't belong there.

Kuchel felt envious for a moment, of the light she carried, outstanding enough for her to see, a light she had given up on when she first set foot in the underground city. This lady must have seen unimaginable horrors. Her heart must have been torn apart as well. Yet her hands were warm to touch, and there was kindness in her eyes she hadn't seen for many years now. Or was it how starved Kuchel was to be stared at as if she wasn't one with the dirt ? That one glimpse of humanity shown startled her heart? “ Thank you for helping me. ” The woman offered a warm smile at her, for a short moment forgetting who she was, and most importantly, where she was. How one moment of genuine emotion could cost her life.