Lisa

In the heat of the moment though, he begs for it. Whining and pleading for more as you suck the soft skin at the pulse of his neck. Almost whimpering at the sharp press of your teeth along his nipples.

Despite his griping, he always looks at them fondly. You often catch him pausing, eying the purple splotches in the mirror. They mark him as yours, something he always tries to mirror along your own skin.

The marks of your ownership are always easily hidden though, even the ones high on his neck are hidden by the folds of his cravat. Despite the barrier, you’ve caught him eyeing the spots through his clothing whenever he’s near a mirror. Or fondly rubbing his fingers along the small bruises through the fabric at his neck.

It feels like a little secret between the two of you. The big bad captain is always coated with small little hickies, left by the urgent press of your own mouth. They wind along his neck, curling along his chest and torso. The occasional spot darkening the skin of his thick thighs.

You replace them as soon as they fade, as often as the two of you can meet to spend the night together. You’d done so thoughtlessly, hungrily basking in what little time you could have together now that the scouts were on the run. Decorating his neck and collarbones with hot kisses that leave him whining and bucking helplessly up into you. His grip on the back of your head nearly as urgent as the thrust of his hips.

At the time, you had thought nothing of it, unaware of the consequences. None of you can wear your uniforms, not while hiding from the military police in a tiny little cabin. Levi doesn’t own many civilian clothes, tending to wear his uniform even on free days. The one gray t-shirt he does own hugs his figure perfectly, clinging to his skin and hugging his curves like a glove. Revealing your little secret to anyone and everyone.

Deep purples splotches darken the skin along his Adam’s apple, you watch them shift as he swallows. More wind along the side of his neck, decorating his collarbones and disappearing below the neckline of the grey fabric. This time his ears tint a deep pink as he eyes himself in the mirror. A light blush dusts his cheeks, something so subtle you doubt anyone but you would notice.

Eying you through the reflection of the mirror, his sharp gaze is full of fondness if not a bit of embarrassment. Long fingers pulling at the neckline of the fabric, he clicks his tongue as he attempts to adjust it to cover some of the hickies.

a friendly competition ⭐️

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like picture a former thug trying to learn to fit in with people who grew up in polite society. he probably wears that cravat because he thinks it makes him look more proper or something. also the fact that he tries to tell jokes but theyre 1. toilet humor and 2. his delivery is awful so nobody can tell whether or not hes joking and all he gets are blanks stares and pity laughs

“Look for lumps,” they said, “watch out for unusual lumps and discharge.”

They did NOT say, “By the way, some areolas have little bumps on them. And some get pimple-ish things around the edges. Or on the nipples. These are not the lumps we are talking about, and that is not the discharge we are talking about.”

That distinction cleared so much up for me, like, breast tissue is all lumps and bumps normally (which is what mamories feel like to me). What the hell do they mean by lumps????

If in doubt always ask your doctor, and always bring it up if there’s anything new so they can do a more thorough exam if need be. I exist in challenge mode because I have dense breast tissue, mammary glands that are sometimes active for no reason (basically now unless the discharge changes color I ignore it) and are palpable like lumps from time to time, and eczema that will crop up pretty much everywhere on my body sometimes.

Look at their flushes , they all have a parallel to them ❤️

What am I to you ?

I wanted to see you ~•

Because I like you .....

...we should just live here together right levi ?

“Uh, Jared Padalecki texted me this morning.”

“What an asshole.”

One of my colleagues spotted a woman facing slightly away from a man who was talking to her, who was scary close. She looked uncomfortable and made eye contact. He noticed the guy was wearing a Broncos jacket and nonchalantly passed them both by and started the sports speak to the dude, like “aw bro did you see the defense last night? Hell of a time to he a Bronco fan, right?” And stood slightly behind the guy so he had to turn away from the woman. She said a cheeky “I’m not into sports, g'night!” comment and slipped away to the elevator. The dude looked super pissed but just stalked away to his car.

What was he supposed to do, admit to bad intentions?