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theninthwonder · 2 months
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#6 for the smut prompt 👀👀 any pairing you want
Thank you to the darling, @afterdarkprincess, for this HOT ass prompt. My jaw literally dropped when I got the request. I hope y'all enjoy!
6. "Let Him Watch."
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“Fuck,” your boyfriend growled in your ear as your legs were spread. Your naked thighs quivered, while his big hand slowly trailed toward your aching, panty-less center.
Your hand currently gripped Solo through his jeans. His dick desired nothing more than to burst through his denim seams, especially as you palmed and stroked him to a hardened state. It didn’t take much—all the tongue kissing y’all had been doing in VIP had him meeting you halfway.
And all in front of an audience, at that.
To a point, you didn’t care. Several of your friends had been up to the same damn thing; getting freaky without having to worry about a random whipping out their phone and uploading the debauchery onto Twitter. But it seemed, over time, the crowd dwindled down to a mere few. All of your coupled friends must’ve found another location to get their fuck on, because when your eyes peeled open, there was only one person remaining on the couch aside from you and Solo.
Even with the Versace’s on, you could tell Carmelo’s gaze was tunneled on the action in front of him. Hell, in the reflection of his shades, your appearance was vivid. Thighs wide open; your skirt converted into a belt around your waist; your boyfriend’s finger sliding up your wet slit... Your lips fell open at the shock that coursed through your loins; the sight of the other man swiping his tongue across his full bottom lip before he bit down on it both startled and aroused you.
A stuttering gasp left your mouth. Solo’s name was interwoven in your broken sigh; your tone a mixture of reluctance and need. His head inclined in the direction you were staring… and the chuckle that left his smirking lips sent a slow tingle down your spine.
His middle finger delving deep to the knuckle inside of you as he whispered a single command:
“Let him watch.”
y’all wanna try one of these drabbles ?🤭 -> @harmshake ; @southerngirl41 ; @wrestlingprincess80 ; @empressdede
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sixpennydame · 1 year
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16 is my favorite number and it just happened to have the perfect prompt for Levi 🤭 may I request that one?
Thank you & love you 💘
Dee, I love you and I will happily write this Drabble just for you. I hope you like it. 😘
16. You’re getting crumbs all over my bed
Characters: Levi and pregnant!reader (again)
Word count: 396
Y’all. When I tell you I have brain rot right now for cute, fluffy stories about having a baby with Levi…..apparently this is all I can write now. 😬 (Am I writing a Dad!Levi drabble series?)
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The first trimester of pregnancy was rough. First, it was feeling nauseous and throwing up every morning. Then, you couldn’t stand the smell of any cooked meat and bananas, of all things. You didn’t want to eat anything because you feared you would just throw it all up later.
Levi was so concerned. He went to all the specialty tea shops and natural health food stores around town and bought you teas to help with morning sickness and nausea. He stopped cooking meat. Hell, he even stopped buying bananas. He hated to see you so miserable.
And then you entered your fourth month and it all just…went away. The nausea, the sensitivities to foods and smells. But now you were hungry.
All the time.
Levi never knew when your pregnancy munchies would hit. Sometimes he’d be driving back from work and he’d get a text from you:
“Babe, I really want some garlic bread sticks from The Olive Garden. Can you get some on the way home? Oh, and some ice cream. Love you!”
Or at 9:00 in the evening, while watching TV together:
“Babe….can you get the cookies in the kitchen?”
He goes to check. “I think you ate them all last night.”
You give him an innocent smile.
He looks at you sitting on the sofa, your hand resting on your small baby bump, which seems to be growing every day. Of course he’s going to go buy you cookies at 9:00 at night. He’d do anything for you.
One evening, Levi had to work late and by the time he got home, you were already in bed, reading a book and waiting up for him. He stood at the door, just staring at you. He’d always thought you were beautiful, but lately….you just had this glow.
He starts taking off his clothes to join you in bed, but as he pulls down the covers, he sees it. Something he cannot abide.
“Darling….you’re getting crumbs all over our bed.”
You look up at him with guilty eyes. “I was just so hungry..” you say with a half eaten cracker in your mouth. He crosses his arms and you finish the cracker quickly.
He sighs. “It’s a good thing I love you so damn much.” Then he smiles. “Now get up for a moment, so I can clean this up.”
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writeforfandoms · 14 days
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Adding another little 100 word drabble for @deadbranch challenge because I have been inspired today.
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You hummed in satisfaction, still catching your breath. Above you, John was no better, eyes still half-closed with the remnants of pleasure.
He shifted his weight, preparing to move, and you tightened your legs around him in silent warning. One eyebrow slowly rose as he looked down at you.
"I want to feel you," was all you offered, lifting one hand to scratch through his facial hair.
John hummed, accepting that, and stayed pressed against you, lowering his weight against you slowly, until you sighed in a different kind of pleasure.
"I'll stay as long as you want, love."
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thisblogslaysdragons · 6 months
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At My Expense  
A little nervous to be sharing my writing here for the first time, but here we are! A little story about a sucky situation, written for the October @steddiemicrofic prompt “suck”!
WC: 480 | Rating: T for some curse words | CW: None.
Steve kills the car engine and sighs, exhausted from a long day at work. He just wants to drive to Eddie’s trailer and be tangled up with him on the couch watching movies. 
Apparently, his boyfriend had other plans, though, his van parked right outside Steve’s house. 
The second Steve enters his house his heart shatters. Eddie is on the couch wrapped up in Steve’s blanket, eyes red-rimmed and shoulders hunched as if to shrink himself to lessen the pain. Eddie meets his gaze, beautiful doe eyes shiny with tears.  
“Steve -”  
He breaks down again, and that’s all it takes for Steve to race over to him and pull him into his arms.  
“Shh, it’s okay love, I’m here,” he soothes, running a hand up and down Eddie’s back, the other stroking through his curls, “You’re okay...” 
He lets Eddie tuck his head into the crook of his neck, warm tears soaking his collar, and rests his cheek atop his curls. Eventually, the tears finally slow enough that he could tell Steve what happened.  
Eddie won’t walk the stage at graduation. Several parents complained and, since the deceased’s families would be present, Higgins deemed it “for the best” that Eddie not show his face. For the sake of the families, he insisted. 
“I worked so hard,” Eddie lamented through the tears, “I wanted to prove all those assholes wrong, show everyone that I’m not such - such a fuckup, I wanted -” 
His breath hitches, voice quieting into a soft whimper as he finishes, “I wanted Wayne to see me and be proud.” 
 Fuck this town, Steve thinks, not for the first time by a long shot, Fuck this town and everyone in it.  
It’s just so fucking unfair. Eddie risked his life, almost died for these people, for them to force him out of his own graduation? He worked his ass off after nearly two months in the hospital, only for the pesky feelings of some pearl-clutching parents to be placed above his accomplishments? 
 Utterly infuriating. 
“God, that sucks” Steve says, slightly tightening his arms around Eddie, “I’m sorry, baby.” 
Eddie somehow manages to melt himself even further into Steve’s arms, shaky fists clutching at his shirt, and Steve keeps talking.  
“We’re all proud of you, Eds,” he reassures him, planting a soft kiss onto the top of his head, “Let’s have our own ceremony, yeah? We’ll invite everyone that matters. How does that sound?” 
He smiles sadly at the sensation of Eddie’s tiny nod against his collarbone and continues to provide stroking hands and gentle kisses until Eddie is okay again.  
He just might head over to Hawkins High tomorrow and give Principal Higgins a piece of his mind. After all, he and his boyfriend are both officially graduates – regardless of whether Eddie walks that stage or not - so what’s he gonna do about it? 
*Thanks for reading! This was such a fun little challenge; I tend to write really descriptively so keeping the entire story in 480 words was super challenging. If anyone happens to be interested in the original version of this that was longer, I'd be happy to share :) Hope you enjoyed!*
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levi drabble? no. 12 please <3 ooh but flip the tables, its levi saying it or dont- okay i cannot decide-
I LOVE THIS???????
also i hope i characterized him okay enough lol. i'm writing this at work in between clients soooo
come torture me with this drabble challenge!
#12: "i wish you wanted me"
Want | Canonverse Fluff Oneshot
✧ word count ➼ 1k ✧ notes ➼ canonverse, captain!reader, mutual pining, this accidentally turned into a oneshot lol
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"Captain? Captain, your orders?"
The scout's voice seemed muffled. All of Levi's senses seemed muffled. His gaze was only fixated on one side of the forest, desperately trying to pick up any visual or auditory cues.
"Captain?"
Levi finally got dragged back into reality with that third prompt from his subordinate. Having been fixated on only one thing, anything discussed within the past 5 minutes had been completely disregarded.
"What?"
"Your orders? There are Titans approaching from the left and right flanks," the scout said nervously.
It wasn't like Levi to be this scatter-brained. He always knew what it was that he had to do and he most certainly never missed out on vital information that was being told directly to him. He was overly distracted and it was affecting his ability on the field.
You were currently fighting on the left flank. Another newer squad was fighting on the right. He knew which side he had to go to for reinforcements.
He desperately wanted to go to yours. He wanted to make sure you were safe. He knew it wasn't anything other than a foolish, selfish emotional whim. You were more than capable of taking care of yourself and your squad. Strategically, he had to go to the right flank to maximize their chances of survival.
After clearing out the Titans, the Survey Corps formed a small fortified camp to rest and patch up any wounded before continuing the expedition.
You were currently in front of a campfire with your cloak and uniform jacket thrown off to the side. The only thing you kept wearing was the tank top that was usually underneath your uniform. The only reason for this was to expose your right bicep, which had gotten deeply scratched during your battle fending off the Titans. You had spent the last hour having Levi patch it up after he noticed you struggling to do it on your own.
He was awkwardly quiet the entire time, as if something was deeply on his mind.
"Did your squad do any better?" you asked, breaking the silence.
He grunted. "Not really, but at least no one died."
Simply being able to come out of an expedition without anyone dying was a miracle. Although no one on your squad died either, it was primarily because you had to go in multiple times to save them yourself. It probably would've been more efficient if you went in alone.
"You should really re-evaluate your squad," Levi said bluntly.
Your eyebrows scrunched together as you scowled at him.
"Don't be so arrogant," you scolded. "Not everyone has the advantage of your bloodline."
"Tch," he responded in irritation. Every single time someone attributed his capabilities to his Ackerman heritage made him want to punch something.
"It's not that," he said, matching your tone. "My squad doesn't need me to constantly risk my own ass to save them."
You rolled your eyes.
"Well, good for you, Levi. I'm glad that you're satisfied with your subordinates," you said dryly. "Can you quit being dissatisfied with mine?"
He let your arm go and set the bandages off to the side, irritated by your unexpected commentary.
"I'm not joking around, _____. You shouldn't have to be constantly risking your life out there because of your subordinate's mistakes."
You groaned and slightly pushed him away now that he was no longer treating your arm.
"Why the hell do you even care so much?"
Deep down, you knew. Deep down, he knew. It was quite a while ago, but you both could recall a time in which you two were dancing around the concept of romantic feelings for each other.
Of course, it never progressed to anything. It wasn't appropriate and you didn't want to start a scandal. He was still your superior at the time.
Levi parted his lips to speak, but it took a few seconds for any words to come out.
"I can't stop thinking about you when you're on the field," he said quietly. "And it's a pain in the ass to not be able to focus."
You blinked at him, confused as to where he was going with his comments.
"Why?" you asked. "Am I doing something wrong? I'm not your subordinate anymore, remember?"
He exhaled in almost what seemed like a defeated fashion as he looked away.
"I just," he said with his voice barely audible, pausing as if he was unsure if he should mutter the words that were about to come out of his mouth.
"I wish you wanted me."
Your eyes widened as those deeply buried thoughts and feelings were brought to the surface. You had assumed that he had moved on. After all, it has been some time that you had been promoted to a Captain yourself, yet it was never brought up.
You looked down and shuffled a bit, adjusting your position to be a bit more comfortable.
Finally, you looked up at him, seeing that he was now glancing at you too.
"Who says I don't?" you said quietly before shooting him a small smile.
You saw a sight that you never thought you'd see.
Levi Ackerman was paralyzed. He looked like he couldn't move. He looked like even if you reached out and pushed him off the seat that he'd remain unmoving.
Levi was not expecting your response. He had continuously told himself that you weren't interested and that anything resembling a confession would be a waste of time and would only bring him shame. He wasn't expecting anything good to come out of it.
"I'd be lying if I said that I never thought about how much I want you to want me too," you said, shifting a bit closer to him, placing your hand on his.
Feeling your touch oriented him back to reality as he looked into your eyes. He didn't know how to process this. He had held onto that feeling of rejection, telling himself that he never wanted to feel that way again and that he wouldn't put himself in that position again.
He never expected anything good to come out of those words that he had muttered—but it did, giving him something new, fresh, and hopeful to hold onto.
A/N: this is the pouty face i imagine him making as he says the line ;aljf;alksdf he's so cute i can't
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mistresslrigtar · 2 months
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hi! Congrats on the followers! For the prompt… socks! 😅☺️ have fun!
Tysm @wanderingnightingale and ty for the prompt! Not sure this is what you had in mind, but it’s what your socks prompt inspired. Enjoy!
Zelda took up knitting to while away the evening hours of the long winter nights when there wasn’t much else to do but sit by the fire. She actually found it was cathartic and Link was constantly wearing holes in his socks. She’d made him ankle socks, knee socks, and a few woolen tights. Tonight she was trying a new pattern, quietly humming as Link sat beside her oiling his sword.
“Those look too small for me.”
“They’re not for you.”
Zelda laughed when Link’s sword clattered to the floor and she suddenly found herself wrapped in him warm embrace.
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asha-mage · 5 months
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Mat/Rand. Prince
[Send me a character or pairing, and a one word prompt, and I'll write you a drabble!]
There is a small grassy glade in the Waterwood, nestled between two oddly shaped boulders that at one point in history, might have been something more. The huge willows of the Waterwood, with their spreading branches and tangling winding roots flank it on all sides and make the place almost invisible, if you do not know the trick of finding the path.
Rand can no longer remember if he or Mat was the first to discover it- the first to wander into that hidden place, always a little shadowy and damp with dew, even at mid noon in summer. But he knows that it was just their place: for the two of them to lay back in the grass and reach up for the branches, to laugh and joke and share secrets together. To talk of the adventures they would have when they where big enough to no longer be told no but their families or the Wisdom, or the Women’s Circle.
It wasn’t like the pond where they would go sometimes, with Perrin and Egwene to swim in the boiling heat of summer. Or like the trips down to idle by the river with other village youths. Something unspoken held it just between them, as if sharing knowledge of it would shatter something fragile and brittle and shinning kept there, between their laughs and games of make-believe.
Once, when they where eight, Mat had made a crown. With his clumsy fingers he had woven starburst and morning glory with loose garlands from the willows, twinning them around broken branches and loose sticks until he had made a rough ring of white and gold and bright orange.
He had bowed elaborately when he was done and presented the crown to Rand with a flourish.
“My prince.” Mat had said with exaggerated deference spoiled only a little by the fox like grin on lips. Rand couldn’t help but laugh as he had taken it and placed it onto his head. He had known it would look foolish, but something had shinned in Mat’s eyes as Rand had fixed it in place, something for which Rand had no name at the time.
“And what am I prince of exactly?” Rand had teased when the crown was settled. “Where is my kingdom?”
“You are standing in it!” Mat had laughed and gestured at the glade. “Prince of the hidden grove! Lord of the Waterwood, etc etc.”
Rand had smirked back. “Master of all the castles in the air? And served by soldiers armored in gossamer steel?” He teased. “And who is my general then? A puppet made of glass?”
Mat had whooped but shaken his head, plucking up another stick to hold like a General’s rod. “No puppets for the Prince of the Morning. I am your general, leader of your loyal hawks, and dogs and foxes. All the carrion eaters, all the foul things can oppose you if they wish-“ He winked. “I will drive them all back with sword and shield and catapult. Let the beetles and the snakes, the rats and the ravens try. I will chase them all away from you, Highness.”
He had said it with such solemnity, such stiff lipped strength that Rand couldn��t help but burst into laughter, and Mat had followed suit soon after. They had ended up laying on their backs staring at the sky and joking about the campaigns they would wage, and the laws they would enact in their new realm (beginning with no bed times of course, and descending in importance from there).
At some point Mat’s hand had found it’s way into Rand’s, and stayed there, until it was to late for them to remain, and they had no choice but to head back to the village.
My general of the hawks and the dogs and the foxes. Rand thought as he watched Mat ride ahead of him. That was years ago no, more then a decade gone. All around them, the crowds of Cairhien citizens cheered and sang, trying to press in on Rand’s small party, held back by the Maidens and the Tearians alike.
And Mat rode ahead, not looking back. Afraid to even stare into Rand’s eyes for to long. Lieutenants and officers from the Band of the Red Hand surrounded him on all sides, and more soldiers marched, rank on rank ahead of them, basking in the accolades of their victory.
The Band of the Red Hand. Not the Band of the Dragon, or the Legion of Al’Thor. The Band of the Red Hand, named for a long dead army of mercenaries, and likely to be just the same.
Rand felt his eyes sweep up to the spires of the Sun Palace in the distance. He was more then any Prince now, more then any King, probably more even then long dead Artur Hawkwing. His name would be writ across history in fire, and their where thousands ready to march at his word, to die for him.
He felt the never healing wound in his side throb in dull agony.
His eyes sank back to Mat, to the sight of the nape of his neck, just visible above the collar of his coat.
And I would trade it all, to be in our grove again. I would give it all away for our castles in the air, for our army of hawks and dogs and foxes.
Better to be a prince with a flower crown, then the Dragon Reborn. Better by miles.
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anonair · 2 years
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𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮- 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞
𝙁𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙓 𝘽𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙚
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Smut. 18+!!!!!
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You meet Billy at a party, but the two of you have been eyeing each other all night.
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2,001
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You couldn’t take your eyes off the man that stood before everyone in the crowd. The sweat was glistening over his body in all the right ways. His leather jacket and fitting pants did great in sculpting his body. Your mouth was watering at the sight of him. Of course, you didn’t want to leave this party without getting the chance to know him. 
As usual, you decided on being the life of the party, the center of attention. You walked over to the DJ, instructing him to play one of your favorite songs. You took the microphone, directing everyone's attention toward you. Ah, the feeling you were used to. “Come on, everyone. I need to see bodies on the dance floor” You cheered, watching everyone flood onto the dance floor. You chuckled, giving the microphone back and watching as everyone started dancing. This was sure to get his attention. Your eyes traveled the room, looking for the man with mullet before being completely cut off. “Looking for me?” A deep, loud voice asked.  You turned, noticing the guy standing next to you. “and why would I be looking for you?” You loudly responded over the music before chuckling. “Come on, sweetheart. You haven’t been able to keep your pretty eyes off me all night.” He said, leaning into your ear so you could hear him. You had to admit that he sent chills down your spine. “Billy is the name. I have a feeling you’ll remember that.” He laughed before walking out into the sea of people.
Before he could completely leave, you followed him through the crowd. He knew you'd follow, as he looked back for you a couple of times. The smell of alcohol filled the atmosphere. You both were drunk and probably not making the best decisions, but you didn’t care. You followed him into a bedroom, where it was slightly quiet At least this way, you both could talk without having to yell too loud. “Y/N.” You said, “and by the looks of it, you seemed like you wanted me to follow you here.” You teased, raising an eyebrow. 
“So, Billy, we just gonna talk?” You asked, inching closer to him and playing with the hem of your skirt. 
Without any answer, Billy walked closer to you, closing the space between you two. All night the two of you had been eyeing each other. So, why not skip the small talk and get to what you both want? Billy brought his hand to your exposed thigh, running his fingertips up until he was near your ass. He smirked, “A woman after what she wants. A turn on.” 
His eyes locked onto yours. It looked like the both of you were going to devour each other. This time, you closed the space between your lips and his. You crashed your soft, fluffy lips against his. You wrapped your arms around his neck, standing on your tippy toes to meet his face. He kissed you back, the taste of alcohol oozing from the cracks of his lips. His hand squeezed on your ass hard. You whimpered a bit before melting into his embrace. He ran his fingers up more, feeling the band of your thong from underneath your skirt. “Hot.” He grinned. 
You ran one of your hands down to his crotch, rubbing your hands against his growing cock. You couldn’t believe his tight pants were able to get even tighter. “I want you, Billy.” You admitted, biting down on your bottom lip. You wanted to make this more than a drunken hookup. You wanted him to remember you somehow. You started kissing down his glowing chest, eventually dropping to your knees. “please.” You asked, showing him your innocent eyes.
He chuckled, amused at your begging. You just wanted to feel it grow inside of your mouth. You unbuckled his belt and pants and dropped them to the floor, biting your lip at the sight. You dropped his underwear to the floor, looking up at his big cock. Even soft he was big in size. You wrapped your hand around his cock, opening your mouth and bringing it to his tip. You sucked softly on his tip, your eyes still locked on his. You could see the darkness in his eyes ad you sucked soft. He clenched his jaw, trying to hold back a groan. You took his whole cock into your mouth, feeling it grow and throb inside. You felt your pussy throb just feeling his cock grow big for you in your mouth. Billy was completely in a trance. He enjoyed watching you suck on his cock, but you could tell he wanted more. You started pumping on the length you couldn’t fit into your mouth, sucking, and swirling your tongue around his cock. You went back to the tip, running your tongue over the slit of his cock. Billy groaned before gripping onto your loose hair.
At that moment, you knew the power altered; Billy was taking control. He gripped tight, but you enjoyed it. He ran his fingertips across your cheek with his free hand. “Such a pretty slut,” He groaned. Without warning, he thrust into your mouth causing you to choke on his cock. He relished the fact that you couldn’t take his whole cock. He thrust again, this time tears came out of your eyes. He kept going as if watching you choke on his cock was ecstasy to him. He pulled his soaked cock out of your mouth, your spit dripping from it. He wiped the tears from your eyes, putting one finger underneath your chin and making you look up. “Open, pretty.” He demanded. You opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out. He leaned down a bit, spitting into your mouth. You closed your mouth, swishing the spit around and tasting him before you swallowed it. 
He started pulling you up by that same finger that was underneath your chin. He pressed his lips against yours, your tongues battling for dominance, but of course, he won. His tongue explored your mouth, both of your spit merging. He pulled back, a string of spit connecting both of your mouths still. He smirked, watching as you licked your lips. He unhooked his pants and underwear from off his feet and took off his leather jacket, finally revealing his chiseled abs. You couldn’t believe you were about to have sex with him. “Bend over the bed.” He ordered. 
You obliged, bending over the bed to reveal your black thong. “Do you always stay ready?” He chuckled, his hand smacking against your ass. You moaned loudly, arching your back. “I wore it for you.” You said, looking back at him and smirking. “No, you didn’t, slut.” He smacked against your ass again. The stinging made you wince, but it felt so good. It's like it sent electricity through your whole body. At this point, your wetness was sopping through the thong. “Perfection” He moaned at the sight of you. He was so eager to get inside of you but decided on taking his time instead. He ran his hands up your ass, getting to the top of the thong and pulling it off you.  He dropped your thong on the floor, leaning down and hovering his mouth over your wet pussy. The heat against your wet pussy felt like a tease; you thought about backing up against him in an impatient attempt of getting satisfaction but waited instead. 
“You have such a pretty pussy. All nice and wet for me.” He smirked before pressing a kiss against the puddle. The kiss made you crave more. “Please, Billy” You moaned out. He stuck his tongue out, working it through the folds of your clit. There you were, ass up in the air while Billy devoured you. You let out soft moans. Those little moans made Billy motivated to make you go louder. He trailed his tongue to your entrance, darting his tongue inside and out of your hole before he completely licked a wet strip up to your asshole. “fuck” You moaned loudly. He slapped your ass again, this time he made sure to leave his red handprint on it. He licked another stripe from your throbbing clit to your ass again. “Fuck, you taste so good.” He moaned.
He pulled away and for a moment you were sad, but you noticed him lining himself up at your entrance. He ran the tip of his clit against your clit, applying pressure. He could feel your clit throbbing and you felt his hard cock throb against you as well. He brought it to your entrance, sticking the tip in before taking it out and running it back down your clit. “fuck me, please” You begged. 
Unannounced, Billy rammed himself into you. You could feel your walls tighten against his cock, a perfect fit. You threw your hips back against him, your ass shaking while he just stood there watching you. “I love watching you bounce against my cock, whore.” He moaned out, slapping your ass as he watched. He grabbed your hair again, causing you to stop throwing yourself back. His cock was still in you, but now your back was up closer to his chest. With one hand gripping onto your hair, the other hand pulled your tight shirt up, revealing your boobs. He squeezed your boob, “What a beautiful little slut” He whispered in our ear. You grind your hips against his cock, whimpering. His hand went from your boob to your clit, massaging figure 8’s into your clit. “Billy” You moaned even louder. He pulled your hair again, readjusting his grip. Every time you moaned his name, he would pick up the speed and add more pressure to your clit. 
You felt his cock twitch inside of you. You knew he was enjoying seeing you in pleasure. He released your hair and stopped rubbing your clit. You bent back down, arching your back once more. You felt billy thrust into you again, this time harder. You felt a euphoric feeling every time he hit your g-spot. He knew he was doing his job right when he noticed your toes curl and you stopped throwing yourself back. “Don’t run from me.” He growled, pausing his thrusting to grab your hair again. He tugged on it while he went back to fucking you harder. Somehow, it felt deeper than before. You let out a whimper before finishing against him without telling. 
He bit down on his bottom lip, gripping your hair hard before releasing it again. This time, he grabbed your hips and pulled you onto him while he slammed into you. His thrusting got sloppy, but for one final time, he pushed himself into you hard. He pulled out, his cum shooting onto your ass. You moaned one final time. Without saying anything, Billy swiped his two fingers across the cum that pooled on your ass. He brought those two fingers to your mouth. “Suck,” He said. You opened your mouth, sucking his fingers clean. “You taste so good.” You smiled. He chuckled, pulling his fingers away. He grabbed some random shirt in the room, tossing it to you to clean yourself. You cleaned yourself while he got dressed again. 
His after-sex look was incredibly sexy. It made you want to do the whole thing over again. After he finished getting dressed, he picked up your thong from the floor, stuffing it in his back pocket. “You're not getting this back.” He laughed, looking over at you. You readjusted yourself and your hair, trying to look back to normal. Of course, you both were sweaty, but you both extremely liked what went on in this room. “You can keep it, Billy.” You winked, walking toward the door. “Where are you going without me?” He said firmly. You smiled at the door before turning back at him, “Out.” He walked up, reaching for you. “No, I’m coming with.” Now look at who was following who…
(My video edit that kinda gave me Inspo to write this)
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Title: It Reminds Me of You
Pairing: Donna Beneviento/ Cassandra Demitrescu
WC: 2.6k
Plot: Uh.... Cass tries to read to impress Donna with a flower that reminds her of her favorite botanist. Uh... Donna like that shit. Fuck it its just library smut, End of story. Enjoy.
@muffinsin this one for you! Great idea for why our little warrior lady would be in the fucking library!
Donna Beneviento, youngest of the four Lord’s. Even with this, she was taller than both of her older brothers, second only to Alcina herself. The black mourning dress’s she wore always made her seem smaller. Tonight was different, with the moon cresting high, the silver gleam bathed the taller women in its glow. Satin black nightgown, stopping just shy of the tops of her knees. Lithe but well-defined thighs held her weight as she prowled down the rather empty hallways of The Demitrescu manor.
 Commissions that come from her only sister always gave Donna an excuse to visit the manor. Leaving behind the rather deadly whispers of the waterwall adjacent to her own manor. Yet an even better excuse to see her. Cassandra, her little doll. A slight twitch of her eye as her bare feet made no sound. The sweet familiar thump of Cassandras heart, the thrum of her flies.
It excited Lady Donna, folding and molding herself to the darkness creeping along the dimly light hallways, jumping from shadow to shadow, her form stretching, The brown-haired middle daughter had no idea she had been found so quickly. The pages of the botany book felt heavy in her lap. The huntress felt rather silly to creep around her own house in the middle of the night, just for the fact she was too prideful to ever be caught dead in the library. Though Cassie did want to impress Lady Donna in the morning with her newfound knowledge of a certain plant. There was one that had peaked the hunter’s eye, with a frustrated sigh the smaller women got to her feet, slamming the book closed. It had no images, and the name of the flower was escaping her sleep addled brain.
A short temper coupled with the want of sleep, but the sheer drive show Lady Beneviento that she had in fact been paying attention fueled Cassandra. Though she was the middle child, her body spoke of the long years of training. Very proud of each flex of brawn that moved with her as she placed the book back in its place. The firelight of the hearth glinted off the yellow amber of her eyes. Narrowed and searching Cassandra read the dusty leather bond books. The hunters’ flies responded to her simmer fury, various parts of her breaking off into her swarm. The thrum of their wings a calling beacon for the actual huntress.
Donna Beneviento had found her doll. Standing in the doorway of the library, the silly girl had so foolishly left open. Anyone could have been there, not that Donna would ever let that happen. This was all hers. Just hers. The soft brown tresses of hair, rough from laying on pillows not that long ago. Donna’s fingers ached to wrap those locks in her grasp. The long white nightgown hugged shapely hips, the flare of them dimpled with muscle as well as giving fat. Tasting the skin there made Donna’s tongue come out to wet her bottom lip.
Her precious doll, for all of her baser nature and killer instinct had yet to notice that she was being watched.
Cassandra cursed, the raspy lilt of it causing Donna’s spine to stiffen. A wave of sheer need to be the one causing her to say such un lady like things. Yet curiosity at just what Cassandra was doing here stayed Donna making her presence known. For now.
“Fuck, think! It had something to do with silver.” The deep growl after each word cut the quiet.
Wondering how either of her sisters found any type of pleasure in these old dusty pages would never make sense to the little warrior. Sharp edges and leaking blood made sense to her, this didn’t. Snatching the next book she touched, opening it still facing towards the bookcase. Calloused fingertips flipping through the yellowed pages.
“There you are!” Cassandra hissed quietly.
Fangs wickedly curved and sharp flashed as Cassie smiled, having found what she wanted. A silver-colored flower that reminded her of Lady Donna. The illustration had caught her eye first, the medium sized silvery white leaves, with yellow and white flowers. The silky cushion of finely cut leaves made her think of Donnas face.  Most of the words next to the picture meant little to the hunter as she scanned them, finding the bolded name of the plant at the bottom.
“Silver Mound,” Cassandra held the book closer to her field of vision. Like it was going to help her pronounce the next words, ”Artem- Artemis-“
“Artemisia Schmiditiana. They are semi- evergreen, even in winter climates. Apart of the perennial flower family.”
Lady Donna molded her taller frame to her smaller lover, pressing her against the bookcase. The crinkle of the aged pages as the book fell from Cassandra’s grasp. Caught easily with nimble fingers as Donna placed her lips to the cold skin along Cassie’s neck. Both women knew that the brown haired women could just swarm and be free of the Lord’s warm body. Pale hand running up the length of Cassandra’s side as the other reached up to place the book back.
“What is my little doll doing out of bed?”
Cassadra growled, mad that her body was already responding to the little marks and nibbles her Lord was placing along her neck. Gentle arching slope of her nose inhaling fresh fragrance of roses. Something Donna loved about her prized little doll was that no matter how many times she cleaned herself, the smell of the copper crimson liquid never really left her skin. Bloodlust seeped from Cassandra at every given second of every day, It drove the Lord crazy, knowing that with a few choice words and actions she could have this fiercely proud and domineering women fold to her ever command. The lack of an answer started the battle of dominance between them.
Dexterous fingers made easy work of threading between the long tawny colored hair, and  giving a sharp tug. Yanking Cassandra’s head back fully. With the Lords clear height advantage Cass had no choice but to accept the view her Lord awarded her with. The moonlight catching the silver like scar tissue, making it shimmer and dance. Making Cassandra fidget from just how mesmerizing  her Lord looked.
“Answer me.”
The edge of the white gown was being hiked up, the grip in her hair switching to her throat. Squeezing as Donna hunched over her prey, her body all encompassing. Even with both hands occupied Donna had no issue with capturing her lovers arms, the invisible warmth of phantom-like limbs always made Cassie weak in the knees. She could feel them, but no matter how hard she looked she could never see them. An unseen force that could rend flesh from bone without Lady Beneviento lifting a finger.
Their purpose now was different now, used to hoist Cassandra’s arm high above her head, iron clad. The hunter could see the indentation of where the fingers were pressing, but like always could not see them.
“Reading.” Cassandra prodded.
The very act of responding in such a disrespectful way, and stating the obvious had the air leaving Cassies lungs as they were compressed along her ribs. Donna having laid her full weight on her, making the bookcase groan in warning. The easy way Donna could bruise the icy skin along the brawn of Cassandras thigh left them both breathless for a second. The pain of those deft fingers digging in and marking her skin made Cass moan softly. Not just anyone could get her to actively bruise this quickly. This just was for her Lord. The bewitching women looking down at her from way up there.
Trimmed nails making work of yanking up Cassandras nightgown to above her ass, baring the lacy blank panties. The sharp slap making Cass jump slightly but giving little room to move from her hands still being pinned. She pulled back against those phantom limbs but like always Lady Donna could easily overpower her little doll anytime she wanted. The hand around her neck, taking the edges of her vision as Donna bent down and placed a tender kiss to parted lips,
“Try again.”
Another stinging slap to the bared skin under her panties made Cass yelp this time, the pain from this one was twice as intense as the first. Drawing a heady moan to leave her as her thighs pressed together, fighting the warm wetness she felt there. The urge to leave more marks on her perfect doll had the Lord attacking every inch of exposed skin between her hold on her women’s neck and along her shoulders. Blunt teeth finding ease puncturing the hard muscled skin she found. Drawing a pained moan from cupid bowed lips.
“I- I wanted to surprise you my Lord. Wanted to show you that I can learn about something you like. It reminded me of you.” Cassandra  simpered, between pants.
The brown-haired women was instantly rewarded for her answer with warm fingers sliding between the hem of her panties, a throaty groan in her ear as Donna felt her wetness. Sliding strong long fingers between, parting dewy lips. The soft hair framing her sex coated in her arousal. Sweet kisses replaced the hand around Cassie’s throat as she was lifted and flipped to face Donna. The slim waist easily fit between brawny thighs. The hunter was completely left open, the tearing sound of her underwear as they were ripped from her. The rough treatment making the smaller women cream at the thought of more.
Cassadra Demitrescu was a warrior. A hunter. The one who always chased her prey. Yet when it came to Donna, her immeasurable power and dominating aura when she handled Cassandra. It made her fold like paper in the wind, all of the strength and bold actions were just that, actions. She played her part for her family, but in the privacy and security of Donna’s arms she let herself go. Always putting up just enough fight to make her Lord put her in her place.
“Gaurdami. I only will ask once. If you look away for even a split second, I’ll stop.” Lady Donna’s voice was deep from misuse as always.
Making Cassandra shiver, arms still held above her head, the ache of this position made her flush. Though she did as she was told, all to familiar with the husky Italian. She stomach cramped sinfully as she watched long fingers slide down her chest and come to cup her breast through her nightgown. Donna smiled as she felt her lover’s nipples harden instantly under her teasing, groping hand. Her other hand slid over creamy thighs, feeling the tremble of them as she danced her fingers just shy of the apex of Cassandra’s thighs.
Every inch of Cassandra enthralled Donna, the flush of her cheeks, the labored way her chest rose and fell, the soft give of her breast, that fit perfectly in her hand. Amber colored eyes framed by lovely eyelashes, cute little cub like fangs poking. Utterly perfect. Silver-tinged eye finding its way between her legs, finding her open and waiting. Her pussy was drooling for Donna, all for her. Possessiveness corded through her lithe frame, her control slipping, the devouring need to feel her around her fingers.
Cass could see the change instantly; she knew just what she needed to really make her Lord release that demon Cassandra craved. Locking her legs around her torso, pulling the larger women flush against her, ruining her nice black night gown with her slick. A few long hard ruts truly cemented not only her scent but her arousal all over her Lords gown.
“You little infuriating thing.” Donna snarled.
The last layer of chains were snapped, driving two fingers deep inside of Cassie before she could make connection  with the fabric of the gown. The scream that wanted to leave was smothered. Lady Donna having sealed her hand over Cass’s mouth and nose, cutting off all airflow to even scream. Having no control of her arms still she could only take all her Lord was giving her. Talented fingers finding her g-spot, curling around the spongy tissue in a ‘come hither motion.
The velvet smooth walls gripped Donna like an old friend, drawing her even deeper with each thrust. Cassandra looked stunning, her head was thrown back, knocking a few books from shelves from just how hard she was being fucked. Neither cared about the mess, Donna was too caught up with feeling her women freely leak cream down her palm and onto her wrist. How could someone look so beautiful on the precipitous of passing out from the lack of oxygen was a large reason why she kept her like this. Tears starting to fall from glowing yellow eyes, her face a lovely shade of red now.
The trust Cassandra had for her Lord always stopped her from swarming away to breath, she knew Donna knew her like the back of her hand, knowing just how long to hold her. Trapping and forcing her lungs to cycle what little air was left in them to prolong this feeling. The light headedness swirling with the searing pleasure between her legs. When Donna finally gave to rubbing the sensitive  bundle of nerves, no longer wanting to tease her poor little fuck doll.
“That’s it, look at how ravishing you are for me. Tell me who owns this principessa.”
Lady Donna voice was hoarse, pent up with need and icy, full of her rightful ownership of Cassandra. Mind, body, and soul all belonged to the Lord and they both knew it. Releasing her hand from over Cassies mouth, the smaller women gasped and panted as fresh air wheezed into greedy lungs. Even though her vison was blurry with tears she dared not look away from her Lord. The rush of ecstasy threading its way through her body, The indent of the spines of the books biting into her back as she was fucked senseless against the shelving.
“Al- All yours my Lord. Only you own me, no- no one else.”
A prideful purr left Donna as she doubled her efforts, releasing the phantom bonds on her lovers arms with a thought. Instantly finding sharp nails digging into her shoulders as she worked Cassandra. Expert flicks of her tongue along the sweaty coolness of her neck, ragged breathing tickling her ear.
Her fuck doll knew better than to be too loud even with her freely moaning in Donnas ear. These little whimpers and yelps were only for her Lords ears. The burning stretch as a third finger was swiftly added, strong limber arm holding up the brown-haired women’s weight with ease. Toned legs flexing as Cass braced her feet along Donnas lower back. The splendid  muscles found there braced for her, making it all the easier to find purchase.
“Cum.”
Cassandras fangs sank into Donnaa neck as her orgasm curled from the pit of the stomach to every inch of her body. Her toes tingled, spine arching as black blood flooded into her mouth. Drinking greedily as another orgasm slammed into her from her bloodlust taking over, needed to be sated as well.
Donna groaned, feeling her own panties soak through from her arousal. Rocking her gently the rather lewd sound of her fingers sliding free from Cassandra, who for all of her endurance never failed to turn rather limp after Donna was done with her. Cassie licked the bruised skin around where she had bitten. Cleaning up the little drops of black blood that had slipped past her lips.
Waiting fingers tapped at her lips, coated in her creamy cum. Her tongue already drawing them in.
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hawkinsmicrofic · 22 days
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🎲 WELCOME 🎲
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romantichomicide95 · 1 year
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Drabble Prompts
Send me requests with any of these prompts guys! I just made a random list of ones I could think of. Feel free to reblog if you are a writer.
"I'm telling the truth"
"You do have a stupid face"
“It’s cold out”
“Please, come back”
“I really do love you”
“No, I can’t do that”
“Are you sure about that?”
“You can’t do that”
“I’ll keep you warm”
“I will always be here”
“Don’t you dare”
“I wish you wanted me”
“Don’t move”
“This isn’t a double date”
“You’re safe with me”
“I want your attention”
“Does that feel good?”
“You look so beautiful/handsome”
“I haven’t moved on”
“But…you promised”
“Shut up, you’re drunk”
“Why are you laughing”
“Is this a date?”
“Well, that’s embarrassing”
“Are you stupid?”
“You’re perfect the way you are”
“Im not good enough”
“I’m here for you”
“Calm down”
“Where have you been”
If any of these are on other lists I’m sorry I tried to make it unique but I’m not that creative so these might be basic.
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nativestarwrites · 7 months
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Can I have a drabble for #9 please?
Of course! Thanks for the ask! May I interest you in a heartbreaking Lake Como missing scene?
"Easy, easy. You're okay, I've got you." Jack scooped Mac up into his arms, practice allowing him to do this without disturbing any of Mac’s medical equipment. He hoped he wasn’t hurting Mac but really it was just wishful thinking. Pain was a constant for Mac right now, only managed, not stopped. Every night, like clockwork, Mac would wake, terrified and gasping, like he was drowning all over again. “Take a breath, bud. You’re safe, I’ve got you.” And then every night, like clockwork, the panic would melt away and in its place came the grief. As Mac remembered why he hurt, why he could taste lake water on his lips, why his heart ached, and the tears came silently. And there was nothing, nothing, Jack could do about that but hold him tighter. “I’m here, Mac. I’ve got you.” Jack pressed a kiss to his temple. “I’ve got you.���
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sixpennydame · 1 year
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Hey sailor!
May I request prompt no. 29 for Levi? Thank you
For you, San, anything. ❤️ Here’s a little Monday night drabble for you.
29: “How is my wife more badass than me?”
Character: Levi x pregnant!s/o
Word count: 246
A/N: Am I ovulating? Yes I am. Do I have ‘having a baby w/Levi’ brainrot because of the hot drabble by @leviismybby ? Yes I do.
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“Keep breathing. In….Out. You’re doing so good.”
You grip Levi’s hand tightly as he helps you through your breathing exercises. You’ve been in labor for almost 12 hours and you’re exhausted. The doctors had warned you and Levi that the Ackerman genes might make the delivery difficult, but you weren’t expecting this. You’ve never experienced something so painful and difficult in your entire life.
“The baby’s heartbeat is strong. He’s a fighter, though - he just doesn’t want to come out yet. But he’s almost there…give me a big push now,” the midwife says.
You look at Levi desperately and he wipes your sweaty hair from your forehead. “Come on, you can do this, I know you can. You’re strong.”
His encouragement gives you the courage you need, and you push with all your might. You hear the midwife’s voice telling you that she sees the head and to give one more big push, but it sounds far away. You close your eyes tightly and scream as you give another big push.
And then a huge release is felt through your entire body. At first, all you can hear is your heavy breathing, but then you hear another sound.
Tiny wails echo throughout the room.
“It’s a boy,” the midwife says.
Levi kisses your cheek. “You did it. You’re so strong and I’m so proud of you.” He’s beaming as he looks over at one of the nurses. “How is my wife more badass than me? Women really are amazing.”
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I promise I write other Levi stuff other than Dad!Levi and pregnancy drabbles. Give me a challenge!
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𝓐𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓼 - 𝟐𝟎 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞
⊱ Memories
Characters: Melkor/Mairon Synopsis: Mairon works on a statue of his beloved. Warnings: Loss of spouse, grief
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Only perfection would be good enough for his beloved. Every angle, every plane, every little quirk and detail that was burned into his memory, he would shape it all with utmost love and reverence; and he wouldn't rest until everything was as it should be. 
Mairon put down his hammer and chisel and lovingly caressed the statue's cheek. The smooth, cool texture of the stone reminded him of the Vala's skin, and for a few precious seconds he closed his eyes and allowed himself to indulge in the fantasy, to pretend that Melkor was here with him. 
Yet the moment was fleeting, just another dream of a lonely, widowed Maia, vanishing as quickly as it had come over him. Mairon opened his eyes and met the statue's empty gaze, once again hit with the painful realisation that he was alone and that his husband wasn't coming back, no matter how hard he tried to cling to everything that reminded him of him. 
Memories were all he had left, and in the quiet solitude of his forge, he rested his head on lifeless stone and wept.
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youre-ackermine · 1 year
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HIIIIII <3 can you do 11. don't you dare
for levi :D appreciate you, hope you're having a good day!!! <3
Hey Kat 🌹
I had a good day & I enjoyed writing this little drabble for you!
Thank you so much for your request!
I hope you'll enjoy this 🫶
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English is not my usual language
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Drabble prompt 11 "Don't you dare"
Levi x gn!reader / fluff / protective!levi / canonverse / 450 words
The mess hall was buzzing with lively conversations.
After a hard day of training, running in the mud & trying not to lose grip on the swords hilts, hands becoming slippery as the rain poured down heavier & heavier, the warm comfort of a full bowl of aromatic stew was most welcome.
Most Scouts were exhausted & you were no exception. Freshly bathed, water was still dripping from your damp hair on your neat, comfy clothes. Your limbs were sore & your back hurt so much that you had had a hard time walking all the way from the bathroom.
Spoon & empty bowl in hand, you looked around the room for a free seat. But the whole canteen was so crowded that you finally gave up your search with a heavy, tired sigh.
As you turned to go back to your dorm, a gentle but firm grip around your wrist made you stop. A quick glance over your shoulder was enough to see that your Captain would not let you go away without an explanation.
"The fuck you're doing, soldier?" Levi asked in a deep voice, his eyebrows knitted in a worried frown. "You're supposed to eat something warm & sustaining to recover from today's training."
He released the pressure of his grip on your wrist only to slide his hand up your arm & gently squeeze it in an encouraging gesture, dragging you along to the nearest table.
"Move your stinky ass over!" he ordered, casting a cold glare at a new recruit, startling the hell out of him. 
The soldier's attempt to protest was quickly nipped in the bud by a harsh warning.
"Don't you dare!" Levi uttered in a hoarse voice, leaning towards the young man until their foreheads were almost touching.
The soldier averted his gaze, beads of cold sweat instantly running down his temple, his face turning pale with dread.
"Please Levi, stop it, this is embarrassing!" you muttered under your breath. "I don't need any special treatment after all."
"Stop saying this kind of shit right now! You're exhausted, you're starving, you need to sit down & eat a proper meal as much as this average guy!"
Levi firmly made you sit down & ladled some hot stew into the bowl before handing it over to you. His hand squeezing your shoulder as you finally grabbed your spoon, he leaned down to reach your ear.
"I know you're exhausted" he whispered. "Come to my office with two cups of tea when you're done, I'll help you get rid of the pain."
As he headed out of the mess hall towards his quarters, you couldn't hold back a soft smile at the idea of the Captain taking care of you all night long.
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hello! how are you? i love how you write my favorite snk character levi ackerman, thank you for sharing such an amazing talent. i hope i am not yet late, would like to request #16 of your rabble prompts.
again, thank you so much and have a nice day!
alkdsjf ;alkjfksldf you're so sweet!! i want needy levi T^T
ok my brain is literally running on exhaust fumes, so this will probably be my last drabble for this challenge!! thanks everyone for participating <3 pls still bother my asks or dm's :)
16: I Want Your Attention | Drabble Event
✧ word count ➼ 600 (guys i'm getting better at managing word count be proud of me) ✧ notes ➼ canon!verse, fluff, captain!reader, needy!levi
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It was going to be a long week. You knew this. The recent batch of recruits just graduated and would soon be splitting off into their respective branches. This cycle, you were assigned to spend the week with the new graduates and cross reference their rankings with your own observations.
You figured it wouldn't be that bad as long as Levi was by your side.
However, your aloof boyfriend had only stuck around with you for about 2-3 hours before completely disappearing, leaving you to fend for yourself for the remaining 5-6 hours.
After a long day, you found yourself looking forward to even something as simple as grabbing the standard military-style rations and eating it within the presence of your other half.
However, he simply grabbed his own portion and walked off, showing zero intention to sit and eat with you.
You frowned upon seeing him walk away, but didn't think too much of it otherwise. After all, he was also the captain of a squad. It was normal for him to also have extra work into the night.
That thought quickly reminded you that you had your own work that you needed to catch up on, which prompted you to finish your dinner in your office.
You had barely finished your dinner and had only began sorting through the papers you had to sign off on when you heard knocking on your door.
"Come in," you spoke up without looking away from your desk.
You heard the door open, but didn't immediately hear anyone. You glanced up and saw the disapproving look of your boyfriend standing behind the door.
"Did you finally take care of what you needed to take care of?" you asked, looking back down at your papers.
"What do you mean?" he asked quietly as he stepped inside.
"I dunno," you said with a shrug. "You've been running around all damn day. I couldn't even catch a moment to make eye contact with you."
"Tch."
He immediately dismissed your comment.
"I'd say you were the one running around."
You looked up at him with a confused look.
"Well, it was onboarding day for the new recruits, so I kinda expected it to be chaotic. I imagine it'll be like this for the next week or so."
Levi only responded with a grunt.
You groaned at his response, exasperated at his behavior.
"What the hell did you come in here for? You were the one that was avoiding me at dinner and now that I have more work piled up, you happen to drop by?" you spoke, throwing your hands in the air in frustration. "What the hell is going on? What do you want from me?! Unlike you, I can't do a million things at once!"
"Your attention, for fuck's sake!" he also yelled out, equally frustrated.
You stopped speaking and shot him a confused look, at a loss for words.
"Are you really going to make me say it?" he grumbled.
"Say what?"
"I want your attention."
He said that last phrase with reluctance, a small frown showing on his face.
"There. I said it," he spoke after a few seconds of silence. "You happy?"
A small smile appeared on your face.
"Oh," you said quietly as you stood up. You reached over for him and pulled him in into a small kiss.
"Was that really so hard?" you asked, tilting your head as you looked into his eyes.
"Yes," he grumbled before pulling you back into a kiss, letting it last a bit longer this time as he held you in place by placing both his hands on your waist, using his right foot to kick the door closed behind him, ensuring that any "work" you two planned on doing from that point forward was kept purely confidential.
A/N: interested in casual office sex anyone? no? just me? nice.
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