#i don't wanna wreck ALL my cute clothes with sweat

[la-cocotte-de-paris]

have to get new clothes that i don't care too much about tomorrow for acting class because everything i have i either like too much or is too form-fitting for what we do lmao

[itjazzbicch]

Goofy

Pairing:  Madcap Moss x Fem Reader 

Summary: While out golfing with Madcap, the reader learns she's not so great at it like her boyfriend, Madcap. While trying to raise her spirits, he actually gets them kicked out of the golf course and when she's grumpy about it, he takes that away with his goofiness…

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY!) 

Requested by: No One (But I hope you all enjoy it!) 

Word Count: 1.4k 

Tag List: @demonqueen29 @peachy-satan00 @new-zealand-chic  @crowleysqueenofhell @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @thatpanpal @damnnhausen @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @linziland13 @xxx-jazz-xxx @writtingrose @cuzimacomedian @april-jeanette-wagner @starwithaheart 

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:   

"Birdie! Let's go!"

I loved how Madcap put his everything into anything he did, always hype and keeping a positive attitude, but it was kind of a bummer that we were on this golf course and he was absolutely kicking my ass.

"Bogey," I sighed while sinking the golf ball, "Woo."

"Babe! Don't sound so sad," He patted my back, trying to brighten my mood, "This is your first time playing on a real course and you're actually doing pretty good."

"You're like a golf god compared to me," I looked down for a moment, heading to the golf cart, "I'll just keep practicing."

"Practice always makes perfect," He tried to be more encouraging, sweet too as he took my club and put it in its carrier along with his.

"How many holes do we have left again?" I wondered, hopping in the passenger side.

"Two more," He jumped in, noticing how I wasn't too thrilled, and like always, he tried making things better, heading off real slow in the golf cart for some reason and I knew he was up to no good when he smiled to me, "Wanna see something cool?"

"Oh, dear goodness," I laughed, noticing that he started driving faster, "You better not get us in trouble!"

"I do this all the time," He laughed, "Watch this!"

I squealed whenever he sped up and drifted around a bend, having to hold on to the dash and the roof, but I was also laughing the whole time, getting a little rush from it.

"Okay, that was fun!" I admitted and squealed again as he hit another one, laughing harder than me, till we heard:

"Madcap! You're drifting the golf carts, AGAIN?!"

He came to a slow stop, caught red-handed and he was kept looking away while whistling, acting as if nothing was happening when I turned my head:

"What does he mean, again?"

"I might speed just a little while golfing," He stopped, looking down to his feet and super guilty.

With the way this guy was stomping towards the golf cart, it was quite clear that this wasn't the first time Moss dealt with this guy, and sure wasn't the first time he's gotten in trouble for it. Moss racked up more than three strikes and the next thing we knew, our session was over and we had to walk back to the parking lot from that spot with our clubs in the summer heat.

"Nice going babe," I groaned, wiping the sweat from my forehead.

"It's not like I was going to wreck it or something!" He protested, suggesting next, "We can go to top golf or something if you still want to play."

"I'm good," I huffed, tossing my carrier into the trunk, stealing the keys, and hopping up front, "I need the air conditioner."

He decided to stay quiet after that, heading back home and putting up the clubs in the garage while I made my way to our room, stripping out of my clothes and to the bathroom.

I grabbed my speaker, got my phone to connect, tossed the clothes into the basket, and had my back turned while hanging up my towel when I felt his big arms wrapping around me, his head on my shoulder as he pouted:

"Don't be such a grump babe, please."

"You got us booted from the golf course. My first time being there," I shot a stern look, "And it was hotter than hell outside."

"Come on," He pouted more, kissing my cheek, "I'll make it up to you."

"That pout doesn't work on me anymore," I lied, turning my head once I began to smile a little; he was so cute and it was hard to resist, but he noticed the second I looked away, stepping it up a notch:

"How about this?"

Turning to look, he threw his shirt off, flexing his pecs and it always amazed me how he went from a sweetie pie to super sexy in a matter of seconds.

"You know you love all this," He smiled brightly, flexing more and having me bite my lip, whispering:

"That's just not right and you know it."

His laugh made me laugh, taking my hips to bring me into a soft kiss, putting up a good rebuttal:

"Don't act like you haven't done it to me before."

Giggling into our kiss, I was defeated, kissing back:

"Alright, you got me. Wanna keep kissing me now?"

Nodding, he kissed right back, humming:

"We can shower in a minute."

I noticed his drift backward, asking with my tongue, "You plan on getting messier, hm?"

"Exactly my plan. You're naked already so," He smiled at my soft laughs, picking me up and laying me flat on the bed with my hips hanging off the edge a little.

"You better get naked too," I shot playfully, dripping wet in an instant when his pants and boxers dropped, throwing my legs open, thumb sitting on my clit softly while his tip sat at my entrance.

"I know what to do, baby," He blew a kiss, pushing in slow till our hips met.

Gosh, he was so rock hard already, gasping at the contact of our hips, the stretch so good and the sweet rubs against my sweet spot, cock so deep while he rolled his hips against mine.

"Sure do," I moaned softly, head pushing into the mattress and gasping louder at him pulling back quickly, hips smacking back into mine even quicker, thumb starting to work my clit faster.

"Still grumpy?" He looked down at me, knowing already that I wasn't, but I gladly gave him some motivation, glancing up with a daring look:

"Still kind of grumpy about your goofiness got us kicked out."

"My goofiness, huh?" He slowed down to the point where I thought he was going to stop, starting to feel bad and thinking I hurt his feelings, till he thrusted back into me hard, having me scream out his name and feeling the impact in my stomach, a no-good smirk on his face, "How's that for goofy?"

I couldn't respond even if I wanted to. The only thing that was goofy was me, being sent into a whole other state of mind with wicked thrusts coming at me.

"O-oh, f-f-fuc-" All of the moans coming out of me kept interrupting the words that I was trying to get out, growing louder and dirtier.

Thought that I couldn't get any more goofy or messy?

Those massive hands took me by the thighs, legs up straight against his chest and keeping our hips pinned, but drilling into me just as hard and quick, having my breasts bouncing hard, tugging at the sheets with my back forming a sharp bend, able to feel the bed shaking.

"That goofy?" He wanted to hear a response, that same smile still there, but I was so tight and filled with steaming heat, I didn't want to play games, but gladly praised him, gasping and shaking my head frantically:

"Just keep on being a beast baby. I'm so close to cuming it's not even funny!"

"Beast?" He smiled more, "That good, huh?"

I just nodded, moans turning into sharp gasps, getting what little air that I could, my heart about jumping out of my chest, head fuzzy when his tip smacked deep into my stomach again, slicking us both in the wetness of my orgasm, screaming his name out so hard I felt a small strain in my voice.

Despite just being in beast mode, he was still his sweet self, leaning down to hug me and help with the intensity of that orgasm.

It was easy to tell that he was a little worried and I made sure that was gone when I fixed the bit of frizz in his hair, kissing his cheek softly:

"You are the best, you know that?"

That put his precious smile back on his face, then laughed at how I goofily let my body drop, limp and catching my breath.

"Now, now," He started to pick me up softly, "Shower before sleeping."

"But it's all the way over there," I joked, still staying limp and trying to fall back to the bed till he tickled me, hitting me with my own line:

"Let's go, goofball!" 

[simplyotometrash]

Hi hi! Do you write nsfw? If so may I request a dom!male reader with a jealous Levi that acts out and gets "punished" by the reader? If you don't write nsfw, may I request jealous Levi with the same kind of reader but not nsfw? Its totally find if its headcannons!

I am not experienced in writing nsfw, I’m asexual as fuck, but I’m not opposed to giving it a shot! I’m going to write this as headcanons, just because I need to get comfortable first. Thank you for the request and I hope you enjoy!!

Jealous Levi Headcanons- Levi x Male! Reader

Warnings: NSFW will be under the cut, mentions of AMAB genitalia since reader is specified to be male.

Oh boy oh boy. 

Levi is the KING of jealousy. It’s his sin and he succumbs easily. Not just because it’s his sin, but because he’s also really insecure. 

He doesn’t like the idea of someone getting too chummy with you in a way that makes him feel threatened.

He sees some other demon getting a little too close, you’re not pushing them away.

And he acts.

He’s like a child in that he doesn’t share his favorite things. In this case, his favorite person.

He tries not to give in to his jealousy, opting to pout and cling to you to try and make the demon back off.

If the demon isn’t deterred by him, then he feels himself boiling.

“They are my human,” he would think, seething with envy.

The demon goes to touch your shoulder or arm and Levi will physically slap their hand away.

You see that look on his face.

“MC, come on,” he’ll start tugging you away without giving the demon another look.

He’s doing better at controlling himself than usual.

It isn’t his usual outburst.

You let him pull you all the way home. All the way to his bedroom. His safe space. 

“Levi, what was that?”

“That demon was clearly hitting on you! You’re my Henry! Other demons can’t go making passes at you!”

You roll your eyes, knowing how your boyfriend can be. It’s not his fault that his sin can get powerful, feeding off his insecurities. 

“What if...what if you like someone else better? I mean, I’m a yucky, shut-in otaku...I can’t risk losing you!”

“Hey now, no need to be a brat. I’m not going anywhere.”

He’s pouting again while you tap your foot.

“Leviathan,”

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

“Leviathan,” your voice is much stricter than before. It’s not as soft.

You approach him, trailing your hands up his back to grip his shoulders. You lean forward, a smirk plastered on your face.

“I think a certain brat needs to be taught a lesson, don’t you agree? Learn that he’s my one and only?”

Levi shivers at the tone of your voice. You know it turns him on. He’s not a very dominant guy. He can be a total switch, but he loves being dominated by you.

Sometimes you think he acts out just to be punished.

“And what if I don’t wanna learn, huh? What’s a human gonna teach me?” He challenges you. What a brat. He’s asking for it, you know this.

It’s a dance you two do all the time. Push each other’s buttons, Levi acting bratty to get what he wants. Sometimes you wonder if Mammon’s greed rubbed off on him.

“Strip.” You command. You do your best not to use your pact against him. It has to be totally consensual.

Levi sticks out his tongue, that forked tongue that’s worked magic on your many time. 

At his act, you push him down into the beanbag that the two of you often shared when you gamed together. It was more comfortable than the bathtub to have sex in, too.

Your lips crash roughly against his, sucking his tongue into your mouth while your hips grind down.

Both of you are getting painfully hard.

He’s easy to strip from his clothes without much work. His clothing isn’t tight fitting. It’s a coat, a shirt, and some sweat pants. Leaving him in his boxers. There’s a wet spot where his precum is leaking.

“Someone is such a little brat. You need to be punished. Thinking that you can throw a fit just because I’m talking to someone else,” you groan as his hands work to strip your clothes from you.

He’s already in his demon form. You know how excited he is.

“Aw, someone thinks he’s going to be getting off quick? How cute,” 

Levi gulps as you slide down his body. You take his boxers off, rutting your hips into the edge of the beanbag as you take him in your mouth.

You edge him for what feels like hours. You slowly stretch him with your fingers, too, giving him a mere taste of what he wants.

Until he’s positively begging for something more.

Until you finally ease into him. He feels so euphoric. But he knows it won’t be the sweet sex you usually have.

When he’s been a brat, you wreck him.

you leave him sore and aching. A pleasant feeling that he doesn't mind.

The best part about him being in his demon form when you have sex? The possibilities.

“Leviachan~” You hum against his ear, his legs now locked around you while you slowly push in and out of his ass.

“W-what,” is all he can choke out, eyes tightly shut. You’re using your arms to keep his hips from grinding against you.

All the control is in your hand.

“Do you want to cum yet?” You know he does. You do, too. But this is his punishment for earlier.

“Please, MC, please,” his voice breaks as he begs, squirming against your body as you languidly fuck him.

“Do you want to fill me up, too?” He knows exactly what you’re meaning. You know he wants to. He can barely get the words out.

You completely stop moving, leaving him panting and feeling full. Your deft hand is stimulating his cock, smearing it with his leaking precum. You’re teasing him while he lubes his tail.

You wait as he slides his tail into your ass steadily as far as it can go without hurting you.

His tails moves when you do. Your hips begin moving much faster against him, now desperate to gain the friction of his tail inside of you.

When you both finally cum, Levi can’t even move. You clean both of you up and opt to bring a blanket to the bean bag.

It needed to be washed anyway.

“You know I’m never going to leave you, right? I love you, Levi.” You snuggled into him in the beanbag, your sweaty and naked bodies still reeling from the last...however many hours you’d been drawing things out.

“I just...I get so jealous. I see other demons with you, looking at you with want in their eyes, and I can’t help it.”

He’s sleepy. You pull him so he can lay his head on your chest. You know how much he likes to be held after a rough round of sex. And when he’s feeling insecure.

“Sleep, Leviachan, I love you.”