The heels of your shoes clicked as you trudged your way to show the new employee around his new setting. “Welcome to the Google corporation.” You apprised followed by, “My name is Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N. And your name is?” The boy became all flustered as he tried to stutter out his name, “D-Dylan, Dylan O’Brien.”
“Well Mr. O’Brien, we expect you to exert your best effort in this industry and we expect that you do not stay idle and follow the ground policies.” A stern look plastered on your face looking directly in the eyes of the boy.
Betty was frustrated. She was going through the skirts in her wardrobe like they were burgers Jughead was eating. Except she wanted Jughead to eat her. She’s going to have to up her game to get what she wants.
Betty was frustrated.
There were a whole slew of other words she could tack on as well: wound up, desperate, impassioned, aching, hungry for more.
She sunk down further in the bathtub, water threatening to slosh over the side at the movement. Her chin tucked to her chest, feet sticking out the water at the other end, toes playing with the knob, letting trickles of cool water leak into the hot. She blew a breath of air out her mouth in a sigh, the hairs that had escaped her bun fluttering up from their position in front of her face.
She tilted her head back, stretching her neck over the edge of the tub, arms dangling off the sides of the claw foot. She closed her eyes, trying to banish the thoughts from her brain. But, she couldn’t.
Betty couldn’t stop thinking about that night after the Jubilee.
The night her and Jughead almost had sex.
The night he almost fucked her.
Almost being the operative word.
He had her up on the kitchen counter, was attacking her mouth and neck like she was a snack. She had been panting, chest heaving. She helped him get his sweater off and then her shirt followed to the floor. Could feel his lips at her throat, hands moving from her face down her shoulders. Thumbs brushing over her nipples, hands circling the indent of her waist. She had tiled her head to the side, banging it back against the cabinet when he sucked a bruise into her collarbone. Jughead’s hands moved further down to her knees, pulling them up higher around his hips as he pressed forward against her. She felt his arousal against her belly, straining in his jeans. His hands settling high on her thighs under her skirt – his fingers were just skimming the edges of her underwear when they were interrupted by a knock on the trailer door.
She had been scared and later devastated at the interruption. She had been worried it was her mother, but it turned out to be the Serpents. Jughead had stepped out to talk to them and she fanned herself with her hand. Her cheeks and chest were flushed. She hopped down off the counter, picking up Jughead’s cable knit sweater and pulling it on over her head. It fell a bit above where her skirt ended, big and warm and comforting over her. She gripped the edges of the sleeves as she watched from the kitchen doorway, the way her boyfriend slipped the leather jacket on over his shoulders, green snake embroidered on the back staring at her with piercing eyes.
“Juggie?” she had said softly, leaning against the wall. He looked over to her, smile falling from his lips. She swallowed. The jacket fit him like a glove. Looked good, no amazing, on him. She really did not want to analyze what this was going to mean for them, for their relationship. But the way he turned back to them without saying anything to her, eyes turning cold, she knew they weren’t going to be continuing their prior activity.
So now, days later, Betty was soaking in the bath. She wanted Jughead more than ever.
Casually drinks coffee while writing KuroMahi smut XD But after seeing that pic of Maid!Mahiru and Kuro [here] I just had to write this
back.” Kuro walked through the door with the groceries Mahiru ordered him to
buy. They would usually go out together so he wondered why Mahiru told him to
go alone. He tried to think of anything he did that could’ve made Mahiru angry
with him. He set down the bags in the kitchen but he
didn’t see Mahiru in the kitchen or living room.
home, Master.” Kuro stopped at the unexpected greeting. He heard their bedroom
door open and Mahiru stepped out. Kuro’s eyes widened when he saw the maid
costume Mahiru was wearing. He couldn’t look away from him as Mahiru stopped in
front of him. “Kuro?”
knew that he must’ve looked silly in the dress and wished that he never decided
to wear the thing. Earlier that week, he was doing Kuro’s laundry and found some rather risqué manga among his dirty clothes. He couldn’t help but worry that
Kuro was becoming unsatisfied with him since it had been a couple days since they last
made love. Then he found the maid costume and thought Kuro wanted him to wear
are you wearing?” Kuro knew he should look away but he couldn’t bring himself
to do so. But how could any man turn away when the person they loved was
standing in front of them and wearing such an outfit?
frilly dress was cut expertly and showed only enough to tempt Kuro to look
beneath the frills. Nervously, Mahiru tightened his hand in his skirt and Kuro
wished that Mahiru didn’t. It only drew attention to the stockings hugging his
legs and Kuro wanted to pull them off with his teeth. Kuro held himself back
because he could see how embarrass Mahiru was.
do you mean ‘what are you wearing’? You’re the reason I’m wearing this silly thing!” Mahiru blushed
heavily. “I found your manga collection and this dress in your laundry! If you
would rather have pictures than your boyfriend, I’ll just take this thing off!”
Kuro took Mahiru’s hand when he started to turn away. He smoothly turned Mahiru
so they were facing each other again. Kuro placed his hands on the kitchen
island and trapped Mahiru in his arms so he couldn’t turn away from him again.
Mahiru placed his hands onto Kuro’s shoulders and looked down at their feet
because he felt so embarrassed.
gently lifted Mahiru’s face. “Hyde gave me those manga as a joke. I never even
opened them. Why would I when I have you? I’m guessing Hyde also left this
costume as a prank.”
what about—” Mahiru whimpered when he felt Kuro’s hand snake under his skirt.
Kuro playfully squeezed his ass before he lifted Mahiru onto the kitchen
island. His voice was hoarse when Kuro pressed kisses down his neck and Mahiru wrapped his legs around Kuro’s hips. “Its
been a while since we… and I thought… oh, Kuro!”
gasped when Kuro roughly pulled the dress off his shoulder and gently bit him. It
wasn’t enough to draw blood but Kuro kissed and licked the mark he left. Kuro couldn’t
stop himself from grinning when he saw Mahiru’s flustered face. He could smell
Mahiru’s blood and it was intoxicating to Kuro.
he promised to never drink Mahiru’s blood so he would have to distract himself
by satisfying another hunger.
someone that goes on and on about ‘thinking simply’, you sure do love to overthink things.” Kuro teased while he untied the apron around his waist. “I
thought you were a little sore and wanted to give you some time to recover. But
if you want—”
was shocked when Mahiru cut him off. He grabbed his hood and pulled Kuro into a
kiss. It was tentative and a little shy but no other kiss could shake Kuro as
much. He pushed Mahiru backwards onto the island and took control of the kiss. When he
felt Kuro’s tongue tease his lips, Mahiru parted his lips slightly.
going to be the death of me.” Kuro groaned against his lips. Mahiru’s response
was to wrap his arms around his neck and kiss Kuro deeper. The kiss made him dizzy and threatened to steal his senses. He wondered if Mahiru knew how much
power he had over him. But Kuro fell under Mahiru’s spell willingly and melted
into the kiss.
more.” Mahiru begged in a small voice and fumbled with the buttons on Kuro’s
jacket. “I want you.”
are dangerous words.” Kuro pulled away from Mahiru and he looked down at him. Mahiru’s
face was flushed and Kuro gently brushed his thumb over Mahiru’s kiss bruised
lips. His hands drifted to Mahiru’s hips and pulled him closer. “I’m not going
to be able to control myself when you’re wearing that dress.”
simply, you don’t need to hold back. I’m yours.” Mahiru’s words broke the last
sliver of control Kuro had.
When you met him, you were nothing but a booty call to him even though you were always there for him and when he needed a friend, he knew who to call but you weren’t expecting a bet to take it to the next level.
The first time you met him was in school. You were studying for a biology exam when someone kept throwing spit balls at you. It happened to be your assigned partner. Kim Taehyung. One of the schools bad boys. You let out a heavy sigh of frustration. “Will you stop distracting me!” you turn to yell at him only to have him make a face as if he was mocking what you just said. Then you both actually study after you lecture him.
The second time was when you made a stupid bet with him just before your exams. You made the bet because you honestly thought he couldn’t do it. That he would fail.
“Come here baby girl.” Taehyung said to you as you stood before the grade wall that held all the students points. You were stunned to say the least as you couldn’t stop staring who placed first making you fall behind in second.
“You cheated! You rigged the system!” you accused him as you found him smirking at you.
“I didn’t cheat. I may look dumb sweetheart but I’m not stupid.” he said as he crossed his arms over his chest. “In fact, I’m smarter than I actually look.” he teased as he was feeding off your energy. “Just accept the defeat and pay up your end of the bet.” he said triumphantly.
You rubbed your temples. This could not be happening. You always scored first place. Always. “No, I will not accept defeat because you cheated.” you tell him as you follow him somewhere secluded.
He chuckled. “Y/N denial is the first step.” he said as he pulled you in the secluded area, hardly anyone travels in to get to class. You yelp in surprise at the sudden movements. Before you could protest, his arms snaked around you pulling you flush up against him. His lips were on yours, drinking you in. One hand snaked up your skirt pushing your panties to the side as the hand ghostly swiped over your heated flesh. You moaned in his mouth as you took one of your free hands and palmed him on top of his clothes. You could feel him get harder by the second. But he halts you when he realizes what you’re trying to do.
You pull back in confusion as he gets on his knees as his head disappears under your skirt. In another swift movement, he licks your entrance up to your clit. “Oh…Tae~!” you whine softly as your eyes roll into the back of your head. He lapped at your clit, zeroing his focus on your little bud as he enters a finger into your slick folds. You gasp as a hand of yours fall into his hair as you quietly moan and slowly ride his face. But he doesn’t allow you to get comfortable because he pulls away from you as you whimper watching him undo his pants. He gives you the most lustful gaze before he motions you to pull your panties off.
Once you rid yourself of your bottom half, he grabs a hold of you as if to pick you up only to have him slide his dick into you causing you to grip him like koala and hang on tight. You panted in his ear as he picked up speed. “God you feel so good around me..” he moaned as he looked down and watched your conjoined bodies. He bit his lower lip at the sight as his thrusts became sloppy.
“Oh Tae~!” you say in a whiny tone. “I’m going to come..” you moan as you clench tight around him and suck his neck while leaving hickies behind. Not long after a few more sloppy thrusts, he comes undone.
For a long moment he stays still before he cleans him up and you get yourself cleaned up only to find him keeping your panties. “Don’t think this was just a bet Y/N. You’re mine after today.” he growled. “I’m keeping these as my claim.” he teased before smacking your ass before he left you there to collect yourself.
Merry Christmas and Happy Truce to @darkeneddawning! She requested something to do with Ice King Danny–lucky me that she has so many cool drawings and headcanons for it.
Posting it a bit late. My fault for letting this get so long–was having way too much fun with headcanons for this. Enjoy!
Danny took a deep shuddering breath, trying his best to
shake the thrumming weight of exhaustion from his chest. It pressed against him
like a physical mass, turned the pulsing in his veins to sludge. He wanted
nothing more than to crawl back to sleep, but anxiety kept his eyes open. The
adrenaline buzzing through his system forced him into artificial alertness.
He crossed his arms over his chest in an attempt to appear composed.
Opposite him, twelve Observants rung out a perfect
semi-circle. Twelve eyes stared him down. Twelve pale, slick bodies, glistening
as if coated in condensation, walled him in. Running was a poor option, facing
against a dozen creatures who claimed to See All.
observe. They don’t act. They don’t do.
Danny ground his teeth. His mouth tasted sour. He felt
disarmed, knowing that beneath his ghost form he was pajama-clad and half
asleep. It could have been an intentional nighttime ambush, or it could have
been that the Observants had no concept of, nor respect for, human sleep
The silence ate away at his nerves.
“What?” Danny finally
spoke. He sparked a glow behind his eyes, despite the headache the brightness
caused him. Clockwork had suggested that these things frightened easily. Danny
prayed that their All-Seeingness couldn’t call his bluff.
The right-most Observant floated closer. Danny hid his
flinch, pretending to busy himself in the vast foresty void beyond the ring of
Observants. Cold—he’d forgotten how cold the Ghost Zone was. “You wish to know
why we’ve summoned you, is that correct?”
“I wanna know why you think it’s okay to warp me out of bed when I haven’t done anything.” Danny
swallowed, or he tried to; his dry throat betrayed him. “O-or is it my future self again? You planning to fight
me yourself instead of having Clockwork do the dirty work? That’s good by me.
Been wanting the chance to play ‘rock, paper, finger-to-the-eyes’ with you creeps.”
37. "I want to hike up your skirt and take you right here.”
#37 (slightly edited) “God, I wanna hike up your skirt and take you right here.” // jelix
“Hey Seán?” Felix closed the front door behind him, kicking his shoes off and looking around.
“He’s upstairs, Felix, darling!” Jack’s mom called from the kitchen.
“Thank you, ma’am.” Felix called back.
He smiled to himself as he made his way to Jack’s room. He was going over to his house more regularly now. It was nice, seeing how much he hated being at his house. His parents were never home, they were always out working. Or worse, drinking.
Felix pushed open the door to find Jack sitting on the edge of his bed, scrolling through his phone. He was wrapped up in a blanket, only his head showing. He looked adorable.
“Hey, baby doll.” he sunk down next to his boyfriend, nuzzling his cheek affectionately. Jack shut his phone off and let it drop to the floor. He kissed Felix’s cheek.
“Hey hey.” he smiled, “I have something to show you.” Felix picked up on the tone in his voice.
“Oh yeah? Tell me more.” their eyes met as Jack let the blanket fall off his shoulders. He got up and stood in front of Felix.
It took Felix a second, he suddenly realized that his boyfriend was wearing a skirt. And a short one, at that.
He felt his jeans tighten and he bit his lip.
Jack had on an oversized blue sweater and a pleated pink miniskirt. White thigh-high socks adorned his pale legs.
“Like it?” Jack asked, twirling for his boyfriend. The skirt flew up as he spun, and Felix could tell he was wearing lacy panties. He licked his lips.
“Fuck, babe, you look so good.” he growled, getting up and grabbing Jack’s hips. Jack pressed his ass against Felix’s crotch, making him groan. Felix kissed his neck, teeth grazing against the sensitive skin. Jack sighed happily as he was touched.
A quiet groan fell from Felix lips as his fingers played at the hem of the skirt. “God, I wanna hike up your skirt and take you right here.”
“Fuck,” Jack breathed, “do it.”
“Your parents are home.” Felix reminded him. He was practically grinding himself into Jack’s ass by now.
“Be quiet then.” Jack whispered. He leaned back to look at Felix, his eyes desperate. Felix grinned at his boyfriend, his need for Jack getting the best of him.
His hands sneaked down to the edge of the skirt, pulling it up, a gasp leaving Jack’s lips. Felix pressed his hand against Jack’s ass, grinning mischievously. “Why don’t you get on the bed for me?” he murmured, lips close to Jack’s ear. Jack nodded, obediently pulling away and lying down on the bed, ass in the air. His hands were already gripping the sheets, anticipation getting the best of him.
Felix licked his lips again as he watched his boyfriend squirm, whining for attention. “Such a good boy, aren’t you?” he purred, stepping over to the bed and running his fingers down Jack’s exposed back. Jack whimpered.
Felix knelt behind him on the bed. Hooking his fingers into Jack’s panties, he shoved them down his legs.
His let out a shaky moan as he noticed Jack had a butt plug in. “Fuck..” he mumbled, fingers wrapping around the toy. His boyfriend moaned into the sheets, absoloutely desperate for Felix to fill him.
Felix began to move the toy in and out of his boyfriend, leaning over him and praising him quietly.
“You’re so good, babydoll. You look so fucking pretty in that skirt.” He smirked as Jack whimpered, ass pressing against the toy. “Want me to fuck you, don’t you?” Felix leaned over and ran his fingers through his boyfriend’s hair, listening to him hum with pleasure.
He slowly removed the toy, then unbuttoned his jeans. He could see Jack practically shaking with anticipation as his pants hit the floor.
Felix’s hands pressed into Jack’s hips. Jack moaned pathetically, nodding his head in approval as he bit down on his fist. Felix snapped his hips forcefully into his boyfriend, making him groan. One hand snaked under the skirt and took hold of Jack’s length.
“F-fuck, Felix!” his head fell forward as he was overwhelmed by pleasure. Felix rapidly picked up the pace, little moans falling from his lips as he went. His other hand moved away from Jack’s hip and up to his ass. He pushed the skirt aside and grabbed a handful of Jack’s ass cheek, giving a content groan.
“Fuck, princess,” he muttered into Jack’s shoulder, “mm, jag älskar dig så mycket.” His fingers dug into Jack’s sides, leaving pretty pink marks in their place.
Jack let out a particularly loud moan as Felix angled himself differently. He thrust harder in that direction, watching as Jack held back a scream. Felix could tell his boyfriend was trying desperately to stay quiet, but he was failing miserably.
“Fuck, Felix, right there, p-please..” he stumbled over his words, his entire face turning red. Felix repeated the action several times, swiping his thumb over the tip of Jack’s dick. Jack bucked his hips sloppily into Felix’s hand, moaning and whining for Felix to go faster. “Oh god, oh god, fuck, Felix I’m gonna cum..” he whispered, eyes screwed shut as he felt his entire body heat up.
“Do it, princess, cum for me.” Felix breathed, giving his length a gentle squeeze. Jack moaned loudly into the mattress as he jerked his hips once more, covering Felix’s hand in his cum. It dripped down slowly on the bedsheets, and he moaned quietly.
Felix quickly followed, leaning over and pressing kisses to his boyfriend’s neck as he came hard inside him. He rode out his orgasm, then pulled out and collapsed next to Jack.
“Fuck..” Jack mumbled. Felix hummed in agreement. His fingers traced the soft material of Jack’s skirt, making him whimper since he was extremely sensitive.
“Do you think your parents heard us?” Felix asked nervously, glancing at Jack’s bedroom door.
“Dunno,” Jack shrugged, “It’s not like they’ll come up here and inspect things.” he giggled. Felix blushed.
“I really fucking love this skirt.” he murmured, changing the subject.
“I really fucking love you.” he pressed a kiss to Felix’s burning cheek and smiled.
When you’re the half human daughter of Eros, the God of sexual desire, things get a little crazy when you snag the attention of none other than Stiles Stilinski.
This boy is determined to find out why you shy away from his hugs, why you whimper whenever he kisses just a little bit below your jaw, and why you start to tremble and shiver whenever his hand sneakily snakes under your skirt while you two are in the middle of class.
Seven Minutes in Heaven: Levi/Rivaille Ackerman x Reader
Seeing as you had been crushing on the man for quite some time now, you should’ve been delighted to see the name scribbled down on the small slip of paper, but you slowly felt a dread begin to fill you and engulf you as your eyes widened in fear. A heavy weight lay in your stomach, and you struggled to swallow as you tried your hardest not to let your eyes fall on his figure, wherever it was in the crowded room.
Your cheeks heated up from the brush that had started to creep up from your neck as eyes looked at you expectantly, burning into your skin and setting your body aflame with embarrassment and nervousness.
“Well?“ Hanji asked from the other side of the room. "Come Y/N, speak up! Who’s the lucky guy?”
You looked up, biting your lip in an effort to stifle a shy, nervous smile, hoping that he didn’t notice. “Levi,” you spoke, voice loud and clear, yet shaking from nerves.
All eyes directed themselves to the other side of the room, where the corporal sat, one leg crossed over the other and an arm across the back of the chair, yet the thing you noticed most about him were his narrowed eyes, that seemed to be glaring in your direction.
“Oi, four-eyes, I thought I wasn’t participating.”
Hanji feigned innocence. “What? I didn’t put your name in there Levi. It must have been someone else.” When Levi didn’t move, Hanji let out an exasperated sigh. “Come on short stuff, it’ll be fun!”
Levi glared daggers at the taller woman, who returned his glare with a knowing smile. You didn’t catch it, focusing instead on trying to control the feelings fluttering in your chest.
“Levi,” Hanji cooed. “If you go inside the closet, I’ll take responsibility for cleaning your office for all of next week.”
Levi was quiet for a moment, arms now crossed, yet his eyes were still narrowed. “A month,” He replied at last.
Hanji sighed in defeat, yet hidden within the sigh of defeat was a hint of relief and happiness, “Alright.”
You were focused on your hands, and so you didn’t notice when the corporal stood up and crossed the room, heading straight for your tensed figure. A yelp tore from your throat as your hand was seized and you were hauled to your feet.
“Let’s make this quick, brat.” Levi growled.
“Have fun!” Hanji called after you. You cast a pleading look over your shoulder as you vanished inside the closet as Levi practically threw you into the closet. You hit the opposite wall with a small thud, about to protest at the mishandling, but instead silenced your protests as darkness cloaked itself around you.
Silence filled the small space, save for the small rustling of clothing whenever you or he shifted even in the slightest way.
“So how does this work?” He asked after what seemed like an eternity.
“O-oh, well, you just have to pass the seven minutes in the closet, usually by doing something… romantic,” You could almost see his apathetic stare in the darkness as you tried to make out his facial expressions, but failing. “B-but you don’t have to.”
“Hmm,” You stared in the corporal’s direction at the response you received.
You fidgeted uncomfortably in the small corner of the closet you were stood in. It was obvious he was going to pass the time without doing anything, so it was up to you to say something, seeing as you may possibly never get a chance like this ever again. Mustering up the small amount of courage inside of you, you inhaled deeply as you got ready to pour your heart out. "Um… Corporal?“
"Mm?” You could feel him turn beside you.
“Um, can I say something?”
“Aren’t you already?”
You smiled nervously. “I take that as I yes, I suppose.” You muttered inaudibly. You took another deep breath before continuing. “The truth is, corporal… I-I,” You gulped and wet your suddenly dry lips as the words got stuck in your throat and refused to come out “I-I… Corporal, I really like you!”
He remained silent, his body going completely still as he listened to you speak.
“Although you’re kinda intimidating… you are also kind and caring, even though you don’t like to show it.”
Seconds passed without a response and you took that as a cue to ramble on, finally letting everything you had bottled up within your heart, out into the open, feeling a sense of freedom and peace with every word that left your lips. “I know you could never return my feelings… I mean, I’m just a cadet, and you’re humanity’s strongest and all… and-”
Your back was against the wall before you could continue any further. Strong arms fenced you in on either side of your head, causing to hold your hands to your chest defensively, as you tried to prevent any contact between you and the corporal out of fear of a heart attack.
“Shut up.” He growled. “Just because you’re a freaking cadet doesn’t mean you aren’t worthy. Just because I’m humanity’s strongest doesn’t mean I can’t have feelings… for a naive cadet such as… yourself.”
Your eyes widened, and you inhaled sharply as your heart beat rapidly against your chest as if wanting the corporal to it it thumping. “A-are you serious?”
“Want me to prove it to you?”
With those words, you jerked back against the wall behind you as his head came downwards, closer towards you, until suddenly his lips were on yours, eliciting a muffled cry on your part. It was not a gentle kiss with his lips pressing to yours delicately. No, instead he moved his lips against yours animatedly, making you moan. Your thoughts raced as Levi’s mouth dominated your own as you raised your arms hesitantly to wrap them around his neck, and soon you found yourself pressing forcefully back into the kiss with as much vigour as Levi was.
Levi hummed his assent into the kiss as one of his hands moved down to your waist, skimming your sides through the fabric, then up to your hair. Fingers tangled themselves into your (h/c) locks, a gesture which made you sigh appreciatively. It was a gentle gesture, that is, until Levi’s fingers were suddenly gripping at your strands, bringing your head back to expose your throat. A hand flew to your mouth to stifle the whimper that escaped from your lips as he other clung desperately onto Levi’s jacket as he nibbled and traced his lips against your exposed neck, definitely leaving behind bruises.
The corporal, noticing the absence of sound upon your part, removed his lips from your neck and narrowed his eyes at the hand covering your mouth. “Tch, that won’t do.” You were about to ask what he meant when he seized your hand which was covering your mouth and held it fast in his grip. Hooded eyes looked up at you, a small smirk on his lips. “I want everyone outside to hear you moaning my name.” He placed his lips back on you neck causing you to throw your head back against the wall behind you as he bit down on the skin of your neck, hard enough to make you yelp loudly. “I want them all to know you’re mine.”
“C-Corporal… ah!” You yelped as he bit down again, giving the forming bruise a kiss as if to apologise.
After a few moments, he stepped back, grabbing your other hand from around his neck and pinning it against the wall. Your breath came in short, shallow gasps as you struggled to contain yourself. Your face was aflame, and only became more so when the corporal placed his lips against your ear, his warm breath drifting down your neck and causing you to squeeze your eyes shut.
“Such dirty sounds… how filthy.” A dark chuckle left his lips causing you to open your eyes from surprise. “I’ll have to clean that dirty mouth of yours Y/N.”
You whimpered in response to his lewd words, moans leaving your lips.
You shifted your head to the side as Levi moved to your collarbone, popping the first two buttons of your shirt and exposing your skin to the cool air. You bit your lip to keep in the groan that bubbled up your throat.
“Say my name.” He whispered against your skin.
“Levi…” You whispered.
A nibble on the hollow of your throat. “Louder.”
“Levi.” You groaned.
“Louder.” The order was followed by a hand pulling your head farther back.
“Levi!” You yelped.
“Louder!” His hand was snaking under your skirt, cold fingers tracing patterns on your stomach, and god could you feel your heart fluttering and-
“Levi!” You yelled. “Levi!!”
His lips smashed against yours roughly, making you groan out his name once again. You were both so consumed in each other you didn’t notice the door to the closet open.
“U-Um, I don’t meant to intrude, b-but…”
You looked over, eyes still half lidded. Hanji’s assistant stood on the doorway, trying to avert his gaze from the two of you. Levi paused long enough to look past Moblit and to the ring of people outside the door, faces varying from appalled to embarrassed and some very, very interested.
“Ah, guess our time’s up.” You spoke nervously. You didn’t get a chance to speak any further, because suddenly you were staring at the floor as your body was slung over the Corporal’s shoulder. You yelped in surprise, the sound muffled by the numerous cheers in the room. Your hands flew to your face, trying to shield yourself from further embarrassment.
It was only after you had exited the cafeteria that you asked where he was headed.
Warnings: Vulgar Language, Possible Kinks, Injured Adam
Adam used to be the ROH World Champion. He used to hold that belt high on his shoulder, around his waist, even had a few pictures taken with it. That was all his heaven until Sunday came around - the day he would lose that Heaven and come home with an injured arm.
“Honey, you can’t move like that.” (Y/N) scolded Adam as he kept wiggling around in the recliner. He was very uncomfortable and couldn’t help but move around to try and get comfortable.
“I’m sorry.. but this hurts. My back aches. My head is pounding..”
“I know that, but you can’t hurt your arm anymore than it is.” (Y/N) was Adam’s wife. His wife of three years. She had been through it all with this man. They had many fights, many arguments. But she always stayed put and helped him out. he couldn’t have asked for anyone better than her.
“I’m going to bring you soup and call Kenny. He said he’d come over and discuss plans for your return. Behave yourself.. I know you and Kenny don’t always get along but you’re injured and you DO NOT need the stress.” (Y/N) kissed his head and disappeared to the kitchen.
Okay so I hope you guys don’t mind that I’m posting these two requests as one! And I hope it’s okay that I fused this with the “person A being mind-controlled” prompt on the original post since these it looks like these were a continuation of that prompt… It’s kind of based on episode 132 of InuYasha…
There’s a beautiful synergism that has grown between them, and their lives mirror that of a coordinated dance.
When Roy steps left, Riza moves right.
When she ducks low, he follows.
The years they had spent together have given them the uncanny ability to know every inflection in the other’s voice, to read every slight change in their expressions expression, and to understand every subtle move they make. They reflect the other; the two sides of the same coin. Their steps are precise and their moves are deliberate, always giving consideration to the other.
But if that connection is disrupted their harmony will falter, and the dance will end.
Roy realizes his miscalculation the moment he moves, but it’s too late to fall back into the beat again as the knife she wields slides effortlessly into his stomach. Every nerve ignites and his body screams for him to run -survive!- as he falls. But his mind overrides it despite himself and his hand shoots out to grab hold of her wrist as he catches himself.
Her hand begins to tremble as she fights his hold, trying to give in to the trill of subjugation that has clouded every corner of her mind that tells her to twist. He bites his lip and swallows the scream that has been building in his throat as he bends into the blade and falls against her. His other arm snakes up and skirts around her neck until his fingers graze over the imperfection that had been left. The action does nothing to avert her from her task and she continues to function on the single command to finish what she started.
Riza doesn’t react when he digs his nails into the flesh outlying the governing circle that had been etched into the back of her neck. Roy’s vision darkens momentarily when he tightens his grip on her wrist to anchor himself to her as he leans forward. His lips brush delicately over the shell of her ear and he whispers his regrets. “I’m sorry… I promised myself I wouldn’t hurt you.”
His nails tear through her skin and through the circle, and the rigidity between them softens as the spell that has taken her mind dissolves. Her hand immediately falls from the hilt of the weapon and to her side as she sways uneasily. Roy tries -oh, how he tries- to hold them both, but the darkness chasing his vision catches up with him, and with it comes weakness. He releases his hold on her and his hand turns to the wound on his abdomen-
-And his knees buckle beneath him.
Before the curtain falls he sees that the fog that has clouded her eyes has lifted to reveal their usual brown, and hears his name escape her lips.
Prompt: (i didnt see the come untouched part until now oops SORRY and i also eased down on the dirty talking part bc ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )
rides Phil with a maid costume on during his birthday. (ps this a modern day
Words: 2, 007 words
finally not sick!!! YEAH !!! ok but honesty I didn’t update for a long time I thought
I was dying. So here’s the sex. (im also holding off the angst fic bc it’s
taking too long fuck dammit) i may or may not write another one we’ll see
“I swear to fucking God,
if I don’t get my birthday sex right now I will throw your fucking crown out of