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And I am 3 for 3 with this spontaneous Kinktober special! And, I have a confession to make: this fic was shamelessly based on some new pajamas I bought for myself an oversized shirt and socks that stretch up to my thighs , and one night when I was lying in bed, I thought of how Levi would react to seeing them… And the rest is history! Originally the prompt was going to be based around breeding , but I changed it to clothed sex at the last minute, since it really fit the whole sexy-pajamas-theme.
So yes, this is a totally shameless fic, and I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Also, some Halloween movies are referenced below! It was your suggestion to begin with. A Friday night, with no plans for the entire weekend, convinced you to suggest a night in with your boyfriend, eating junk food and watching scary movies just in time for Halloween. While he scrunched up his nose at the mention of junk food being the clean freak that he is , he agreed to movie night, but on one condition: you had to throw in a few not-so-scary movies to balance things out.
You laughed and agreed at once. The fuzzy brown blanket Levi keeps on the back of the couch is draped over the two of you, with your legs tangled together, and your head tucked beneath his chin. Levi scoffs under his breath before loosening his grip on your shoulders. You snicker under your breath at that; a creepy-looking clown with a bundle of red balloons is standing right there on the laptop screen, ready to strike another one of his poor, unsuspecting victims.
The second drawer of his dresser is filled with your clothes. You bought it just a couple nights ago, thinking it would be ideal for the cooler October nights ahead.
Of course. He glances up at the clock on the wall, before making that little annoyed tch sound with his lips. He clears his throat and sips at his cup—never mind that the tea is probably scalding. You smile at him, sitting down and kicking your legs against the edge of the couch.