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zepskies · 3 months ago

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3 whole days?!?! Oh my God, Ben must've been losing his mind. 🥲 Also hoping Benny is with dear Mrs. Brooks so he's not in the middle of this life or death situation. 💜

When Ben asked her how she felt, she only replied with “Like I fucking survived D-Day.” At that, Ben had snorted and said, “At least one of us did.”

*snorts* What a good comeback, though surprised Ben acknowledged that so easily. 😝

And when they were both sure the worst was over and she wouldn’t turn the car into bubbling liquid as well, Ben finally drove her to a hospital. She was still weak, mostly from not eating a thing in four days. The doctors thought she must’ve had a severe case of the flu, gave her an IV drip with plenty of nutrients, and then released her after a few tests.

God I'm so relieved!! You had me going there for a while. 😭 But with your promise of a happy ending here I held onto my seat and kept calm.

Y/N almost breaks a smile. She can’t remember if he had ever asked this much about her well-being before. Her little brush with death might have shaken his steeled core more than she’d initially figured, and her heart swells slightly at the thought.

Aww hun, she still has her insecurities with him and how he feels about her 🥺 (and they way he blew up at her recently, it's understandable).

Sometimes, she still thinks he only keeps her around because he doesn’t know any better. It’s like getting an abused dog from the shelter – you never know if they really love you or if they only tolerate you because you’re nice enough to feed them.

💀💀 But honestly yeah, it's a good analogy for how she met him in rehab (even if she was an inmate there as well). 😭

Also I love that eating enough to feed a small army was part of her recuperation lolll. Talk about ravenous -- but I have a feeling she's craving something else now. 😏❤️‍🔥

“Don’t forget the churros.” She giggles, and on cue, she rolls fully on top of him and straddles his waist, spreading featherlight kisses along the paths her fingers trailed.

LOL she's so cute. Can't forget the churros -- now to straddle her man.~

“Not surprising. I already know how much you can stuff in that fucking mouth, doll.” Ben’s wide smirk is full of pride, and it causes her to giggle.

lmfao another top tier Ben line. 🤌🏽

“You sure about that?” she checks, but her tone is more than a little teasing. “There’s a lot of kinks to pick from.” “Why does your generation always have to label fucking everything? It’s fucking sex. That’s it.” He huffs a bit too defensively, and she tries her best to muzzle her laugh. “What’s fucking wrong with it?”

LOLL honestly I'm kind of with him on that one. Why is everything labelled a "kink" nowadays? 🤣🤣🤣

“Well, there you go,” he retorts. “I’m super fucking old and married. You’re gonna keep fucking chit-chatting or are you gonna do it now?” “Fine, I’ll make love to you,” she relents with a smirk as she voices his little secret out loud.

Wayne omggg! Seeing your note at the end, I DO remember sending you that Ask!! I'm so happy to see it done here because it's absolutely perfect for these two and this moment. Thank you for using the idea! 🥹💓

Deep down, Gramps just wants to be made love to, and you gave him his heart's desire. 😘

The rest of their "making up" time for V-Day was simultaneously so hot and funny and fluffy and romantic -- my favorite combo honestly. I melted in several different ways. 💗💗💗

(The "it's his Olympics" line was particularly perfect loll. ❤️‍🔥)

“Like a fucking faucet,” he murmurs appreciatively

*snorts* 🤭😏 I see you, Wayne.

Also on brand that he'd be such an ungrateful whiny sourpuss on his birthday. 🙄 Like DUDE, she's just been busting her ass to bake him a cake and make his day feel special, but what, he doesn't want to get another year older? (Too late, you're already old.)

Or what, he doesn't want to be doted on? STFU and put on your party hat! 🥳

(or is he just cranky and salty that she said no to blow? lmfao)

“Baby, please, my feet hurt really bad.” She pouts, and he finally gets up with a deep sigh. She smiles wickedly.

YES. I have this headcanon too, that this is the only way to manipulate him into doing what you want. Especially when he's being a prima donna. 🤣

“Ew! Why the fuck would you put that in the fucking oven?!” His brow furrows so comically she tries her hardest to stifle her laughter. God, she hopes the kid gets her brains.

GOD he's so dumb for this loll. That's actually a really cute way to tell hubby you have a bun in the oven. 🥹 I wonder how Benny's gonna take the news that he's gonna be a big bro. 💕

And I love the Grinch line at the end, paralleling right back to Rehab. These two have gone through one hell of a journey together, but thanks for giving us this beautiful happy ending to their story, my friend!

Lover – Part 3

Series Summary: Free from his past, Ben’s trying to move on and find a little drop of happiness in this new world. But when he finally holds everything he ever wanted in his hands, it threatens to slip through the cracks, and he has to fight one final time with everything he’s got to keep it.

🫡 Catch up here! Sequel to Rehab & Video Games.

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x female!Reader

Warnings: 18+ due to language & mature themes, established relationship, Soldier Boy x wife!reader, human!Soldier Boy, the fluffiest of fluff, the smuttiest of smut (watch out for the breeding kink lol) 😉

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day to you all, loves! 💕 Thank you so much for all your wonderful comments over the last few days. I've seen and appreciate them all and will catch up with you guys over the weekend 🥰 For now, excuse this poor mama, 'cause she is fucking beat 😂

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Part 3: Lovestruck

Three fucking days he had waited in front of that goddamn door.

He slept in front of that door, ate in front of that door, and he silently panicked in front of that door. He hated that fucking door, had raging murder fantasies about it, but he never, ever opened said fucking door, no matter how much his fingers were twitching. Mostly because every time his hand did wrap around the knob, she’d yell at him to ‘stay the fuck out.’

Ben only unwillingly complied.

But when the quiet came and all other noises stopped, he finally dared to set a foot inside. The bedroom looked normal, even if disarrayed – but the bathroom surely needed a fucking remodel.

All that remained of their bathtub was a solidified puddle of acrylic. There was also a hole in the floor – burned right through the tiles. He’d wondered why it’d been so cold in there till he'd noticed the giant hole in the wall too that gave a perfect view of their backyard. But he found Y/N resting and curled up on the cool, white tiles – alive.

His heart might have fucking soared higher than an eagle.

When Ben asked her how she felt, she only replied with “Like I fucking survived D-Day.”

At that, Ben had snorted and said, “At least one of us did.”

She’s been exhausted since then, drifting in and out of dreamland as he holds her in his embrace. She begins to stir again, and soon enough, she glances tiredly up at him through her eyelashes and gives him a lazy smile when she realizes he’s still here, exactly where he was hours ago when she last woke up.

“How late is it?” she asks and stretches a little in his arms but only ends up snuggling closer to him.

“Close to three,” he replies, and judging by the darkness outside their bedroom window, she guesses he doesn’t mean in the afternoon. “How are you feeling?”

He’s a creature of habit, after all.

But the affection and genuine worry gleaming in his pine green eyes tells her he might see more in her than that – whatever the hell that is.

“Better.” She nods, letting her fingers trace patterns around the golden freckles on his chest. Much better, she thinks as she feels the familiar heat pool between her legs. She bites down on her lower lip and presses herself closer to his perfectly toned and muscular body. It’s been too long since she’s worshipped every fucking glorious inch of him. “I think the fried chicken and noodles helped,” she adds with a small grin.

He chuckles – but not at her words. He can feel how she’s rubbing her thighs together now to get a little friction.

“Oh, I’m sure the burger, fries, sushi, and tacos helped, too,” he teases her. He came this close to entering her in one of those eating competitions as he watched her empty take-out container after container.

“Don’t forget the churros.” She giggles, and on cue, she rolls fully on top of him and straddles his waist, spreading featherlight kisses along the paths her fingers trailed.

“Not surprising. I already know how much you can stuff in that fucking mouth, doll.” Ben’s wide smirk is full of pride, and it causes her to giggle.

To make his point even clearer, his massive hands smooth down her sides and grip the globes of her ass, grinding her core against his proudly standing member. She mewls into the crook of his neck when she feels how fucking hard he is already. He lets out a grunt that carries the same desperate need to be inside of her as two of his thick fingers delve into her tight channel without much of a warning.

“Fucking drenched,” he mutters appreciatively as she arches her back with another moan on top of him. His free hand winds itself in her hair, giving it a slight tug that parts her lips with a pleasurable hiss as he drags her closer to his face. His amusement doesn’t fade, though, nor do his fingers in her pussy as he works her into a frenzy. “Sure you’re ready enough for the big guns, baby girl?”

She giggles breathily at his relentless teasing. “I’m literally about to come any second now,” she replies, soon followed by a harsh bite of her lip when his calloused thumb finds her clit. “Fuck…”

“Oh, I don’t think you fucking are.” Ben smirks and withdraws his fingers from her heat in the same breath. He laughs a little when she falls against his chest with a whimper of real loss.

Her hand finds his length between their burning bodies and wraps around it, already dragging his tip through her dripping folds. But Ben only entertains her plans for a second before snatching her wrist and pulling her away from him.

She whines this time and looks up at him. “Dear God, what do you want?” A laugh rumbles through his chest at the exasperation on her face. “I’ll do anything you want, anywhere you want. Just tell me. What’s Soldier Boy’s deepest, darkest fantasy, huh?”

Ben knows she’s teasing him, and a smile of amusement twitches on his lips, but a part of him actually seriously considers her question.

“What?” Her brow knits curiously as she observes the contemplative purse of his pillowy lips. “It’s okay. You can tell me,” she assures him and grins cheekily. “How fucking dirty is it?”

Ben swipes his tongue over his teeth and subtly swallows the lump in the back of his throat. He doesn’t reply instantly, however, pulling her ear to his lips as he whispers his little wish.

When he’s done, she blinks at him in surprise (and a hint of amusement). She certainly hasn’t expected that, but she places a loving kiss on his lips. The asshole can be charmingly sweet once in a blue moon.

“You sure about that?” she checks, but her tone is more than a little teasing. “There’s a lot of kinks to pick from.”

“Why does your generation always have to label fucking everything? It’s fucking sex. That’s it.” He huffs a bit too defensively, and she tries her best to muzzle her laugh. “What’s fucking wrong with it?”

“Nothing,” she assures him, giggling, and tries to soothe the furious lines of offense on his brow with little kisses. “It’s just surprising. It’s usually what super-old, married couples do.”

“Well, there you go,” he retorts. “I’m super fucking old and married. You’re gonna keep fucking chit-chatting or are you gonna do it now?”

“Fine, I’ll make love to you,” she relents with a smirk as she voices his little secret out loud.

“Jesus fuck!” He throws his head back into the pillow with a theatric eye roll.

His patience has run out. He grabs her fast and rough and flips them both over in a blink of an eye, her back landing in the plush mattress with a bubble of giggles. His weight presses down on her and deliciously threatens to squeeze the air from her lungs.

“Let me show you how it’s fucking done, my love,” Ben says with a cocky smile and begins to ravage a path of destruction down her throat. She’s sure she’ll be more colorful than a rainbow in the morning.

His teeth nib on her skin, hands pawing at the only clothing item that still covers her body from him, soon tearing the shirt over her head. His mouth stops attacking her clavicle then, green eyes focusing on her tits with a rising smirk.

“There’s my girls. Daddy’s home…”

Before she can even reply with a laugh at his comment, his mouth is swallowing her left tit, tongue roughly swirling over her nipple till it peaks against his wet muscle. She moans and arches off the mattress when his other hand massages, palms, and squeezes her other breast with the same fervent hunger.

Her hands find purchase on his strong upper arms, bicep flexing underneath her pads. His mouth devoutly licks lower and lower down her belly. She can feel his smirk rise against her skin the further he travels before his tongue dives straight into her folds.

“Fuck!” Her hips instantly buck forward, everything below her belly button clenching at the welcome intrusion.

And God, that man is skilled when it comes to sex. If he takes nothing else in his life seriously, this is his goddamn Olympics. He always gives it his all, just aiming for that gold medal over and over again.

It’s why she honestly forgives him for most of the shit he does or says, and she’s pretty sure he knows it, too.

His arms wrap around her thighs and pull her even closer against his sinful mouth. Her ankles cross behind his head, calves resting on those broad shoulders that seem to be made just for that purpose. Her toes tease his scalp, scratch the back of his head that cause little groans of his against her center that sound both submissive and primal, as if it's the most natural thing to give his everything to her.

His nose deliciously rubs her clit, and then the bastard fucking inhales and sucks the air right out of her when his lips seal around her bundle of nerves. She cries out his name, her cunt clenching with aching emptiness.

“Don’t worry. I know what you need,” Ben hums against her mound and shoves two thick fingers into her wet channel. “So fucking tight. You think you can take three? It’s been a while. Gotta get you into shape again…”

Fucking Olympics.

His digits then pump her so purposefully, mouth sucking her so religiously, she soon soars so fucking high she can see fucking Cupid himself. Her head falls back into the clouds when that fucking arrow hits, and she falls apart under his binding spell.

She thinks she might have passed out there for a second or two. When she steals a glance south, he still works her zealously through her glorious high as her pussy grips his fingers so tight she’s baffled they don’t break.

If she still had been a supe, they would’ve have.

And my God, she knows Ben’s never wasteful, not with his drugs nor with her arousal, but the way his tongue cleans her and licks his own fingers reaches a new level of obscenity she hasn’t witnessed before.

He acts like he’s been fucking parched for decades, and her juices are the elixir of life.

Then, when there's not a drop left to drink, and only then, does he decide to resurface with the laziest and proudest fucking smirk she’s ever seen. He leans so close to her face their foreheads touch, and she can smell her own scent in his glistening beard before he makes her taste herself, too.

“You’re still the same shithead.” She smirks breathlessly, her tits heaving as she breaks from the kiss. His chuckles fill her soul. She cards her fingers through his beard and brushes the hair back that falls into his mesmerizingly green eyes. “You’re gonna make love to me now?”

A smile widens on his plump and swollen lips, even at the hint of teasing in her voice, but he doesn’t respond with words, only nods and claims her lips in a blazing kiss. He angles his hips between her thighs then and spreads her legs further apart as they secure around his middle.

His lips leave hers and force her eyes open, staring straight into his. There’s an abundance of devotion and love in the lush greens that fill her heart. He makes her fucking feel it – every goddamn thing she is to him.

She feels his love when their fingers interlace and he pins them above her head. She feels his dedication with every thick, long inch he pushes inside of her. And she feels his fucking loyalty with each deliberate stroke.

He doesn’t rush, even keeps the dirty talk to a minimum. This is just for her.

It’s his fucking Olympics.

But most of all, she sees their vows shimmering in his eyes and knows he’ll never fucking break them.

“I love you,” she moans breathily into his ear, wounding herself tighter around him. She’s fucking close, ready for that next arrow with his name on it to pierce right through her heart.

He smirks a little in response, like he’s been waiting to hear it first. “Trust me. I fucking love you more,” he says, voice husky and thick with love. He emphasizes his promise with a snap of his hips, driving his cock right against her cervix. “Gonna pump a full fucking load deep into that little pussy till you’re fucking knocked up with a whole litter.”

Fucking shit. That should not turn her on as much as it does, but it’s hard to goddamn deny it when she comes right then and there as soon as he’s finished that filthy sentence.

“That’s it. Fucking milk my cock,” Ben rasps into her ear and feels his balls tighten when her pussy quakes around his shaft. “Like a fucking faucet,” he murmurs appreciatively and sucks marks into her neck. He’s missed making her his work of art, too.

When he spills his seed into her, hot and raw, he ensures their eye contact never breaks. He wants her to see what she’s fucking doing to him, how he falls apart just for her, too.

Two months later…

“What the fuck is taking you so long?” Ben stretches his neck and tries to peer into the kitchen. He begrudgingly eyes the green, glittery party hat on the dining table in front of him. “‘M not putting the fucking hat on, by the way.”

“Dude, you think it’s fucking easy lighting 108 candles on a fucking cake?” she retorts from the kitchen with a bit of bite before she strolls out with a sort of wonky buttercream cake, but the smile on her face is even brighter than the million candles.

“There’s no fucking way you put 108 candles on there,” Ben scoffs and grumpily crosses his arms over his chest, leaning back with a creak in his chair.

He’s been a bit of a party pooper all day. It also didn’t help when their son pointed that out at breakfast.

However, Ben probably shouldn’t have replied with: “Yeah, you would be too if your wife said no to blow.”

And yup, you bet your ass he woke her up bright and early in the morning, requesting she’d lick the snow off his dick. He’d termed it a super blow job and was rather disappointed when she'd declined.

“No, but I managed to get 53 on there, so it’s an A for effort,” she replies patiently. God, she needs so much fucking patience every day, but especially today.

“What fucking hippie school did you go to, huh?” Ben huffs and only encounters an annoyed frown when he looks at her.

“Blow out your fucking candles and make your wish, caveman,” she orders him dryly.

With a pissy eye roll, he does, puffing the life out of each little flame. “Are we fucking done with this now?”

Just then, the oven timer goes off, and Y/N straightens in the seat across from him.

“Uh, almost,” she says. “Got something in the oven. Can you check?”

“It’s my fucking birthday. How about you check yourself?” he retorts like a fucking princess.

“Ben, c’mon, I just spent six hours in the kitchen, baking you that cake,” she argues.

“Surprising it took six hours for this fucking thing,” Ben mutters, and she’s about to goddamn choke him.

Patience is a virtue, patience is a virtue…

“Baby, please, my feet hurt really bad.” She pouts, and he finally gets up with a deep sigh. She smiles wickedly.

“The oven isn’t even fucking on!” Ben yells soon from the kitchen. “And there’s nothing fucking inside!”

“Are you sure?” she acts as best as she can. “I thought I put something on the baking sheet.”

She listens to the clattering metal before a beat of silence follows. She’s sure his brows are densely knit in confusion (and frustration) at this point.

“What the fuck is this? Why would you put a fucking plastic stick in there?” The question finishes when he returns to the dining room, a small, white stick still in hand. He then holds it to his nose. “Why the fuck does it smell like piss?”

“Because I fucking peed on it,” she responds but sees he’s still not fully catching on.

“Ew! Why the fuck would you put that in the fucking oven?!” His brow furrows so comically she tries her hardest to stifle her laughter.

God, she hopes the kid gets her brains.

“Why is there a fucking smiley on it?”

“Because you’re supposed to be fucking happy, you moron,” she says.

“Why would I be fucking happy over a piss stick? Not exactly the fucking Rolex I wanted, is it?”

“Ben.”

His green eyes narrow at her and then blink. “Wait…”

“Yup.”

“Are you–“

“Yup.”

The stick in his hand drops to the floor before he scoops her up into his arms so fast she feels slightly dizzy from the motion. Happily, her legs wrap around his waist and arms lock behind his neck. She kisses him deeply, and he kisses her back with the same passionate devotion.

He squeezes his eyes shut a little tighter, forcing the tears to stay in, but she can still see the remnants of them when she draws back from his lips.

“I’m pregnant,” she says in case he still needed the verbal confirmation.

“Best fucking birthday ever,” he replies, swallowing the fucking lump in his dry throat.

She grins mischievously. “Told you it would be a good one, but no super blow jobs for a while.”

He snorts a chuckle. “Got it. I’ll take the regular ones, too.”

Ben once used to hate everything, his heart, much like the Grinch’s, a few sizes too small for anything else. But now, there’s barely enough space in his chest to contain it all. These days, he certainly considers himself a lover of all things life has to fucking offer.

The End 💕

Didn't I fucking say I would fix it?! Well, there ya go! Sid and Nancy got a happy end 🌅❣️

Do you guys think Ben wished for a baby or a fucking Rolex when he blew out those candles? 😂

(@zepskies 💜 – Not sure you remember this, but you sent me this ask for Dirty Drabbles about a year ago lol: What if Ben's girlfriend/wife/partner agrees to help fulfill one of his dirty fantasies. She's fully prepared for it to be insane (a la Ben), but what he requests is actually something surprisingly sweet (in its own way lol) And I immediately had this for this miniseries in mind! It fit those two perfectly!! 🥰🫶)

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michael-aftons-nonbinary-lover · 3 years ago

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Could you do a Michael x reader special for Valentines day? Maybe Michael and the reader work the night shift and the reader gets Michael a gift or confesses their feelings? Thank you! Have a good night/day! Keep up the good work :)

This is cute!

Cupid's Confessions

-(Michael Afton x reader)-

-(Summary: You and your crush, Michael, are co-workers and best friends. It's time you tell him you wanna be something more.)-

-(CW: none, I think)-

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You had worked with your best friend, Michael Afton, for almost a year now. Within that time, he had saved your life multiple times, and you had saved his a couple of times too.

You had bonded over watching cheap 80's horror, beating each other's high scores in the arcade at your job, and screaming along to whatever song was playing on your radios. You had never understood why Fazbear Entertainment needed two night guards, but you weren't mad about it. You had made a new friend and you weren't so lonely anymore.

And then your friendship had started to blossom into something new. On your end, at least. Whenever he smiled, your heart started racing, his laughter sending you to near breathlessness. When he held your hand to comfort you or grabbed your arm to keep you safe, your breath caught in your throat. Once, the two of you had accidentally been pressed up against one another, chest to chest, your faces only inches away. You had almost kissed him there.

He had scrambled away, apologizing profusely. He quickly left, wanting to avoid any further confrontation.

That's how you had ended up here, Valentine's day card in your hand, paired with a soft violet teddy bear, and a box of chocolates.

You felt somewhat silly. Confessing to your crush on Valentine's day? How cheesy was that? It didn't matter though. You wanted him to know, and the one holiday that was marketed off of love was perfect to do that. The gifts were really only there to be able to save your friendship with him if anything went wrong.

You stepped inside of your workplace, nervousness seeping into you chest with every quiet step you took down the long corridors of cold tile.

Michael quickly spotted you.

"Hey! I've been waiting for you! The cameras aren't gonna watch themselves now are they?"

"Isn't that what you're supposed to be doing, genius?"

Mike shrugged and dramatically flung a strand of imaginary hair over his shoulder.

"Can't be arsed, I'm too pretty."

You barked out a laugh, nearly collapsing onto the floor. Mike noticed the gifts that you almost dropped.

"Ooh, who are those for?"

His eyebrow raised, and he shimmied his shoulders, shuffling closer to try and get a look at the gifts.

"Well, they're for a friend, but I'm nervous to tell him how I feel."

"Maybe I could help?"

You sighed, shoulders dropping.

"Sure. You can try to, at least."

"Alrighty! Tell me all about this mystery lover!"

"Well, he's tall, dark hair, he's brave and strong, but he's nice and funny, too. He always makes me smile when I'm upset. And he-"

Mike grabbed your face and pulled you close to him.

"You know you're just describing me, right?"

Your face flushed hot, red hues adorning your cheeks like jewels.

"I-uh-"

He chuckled quietly, slowly touching your forehead with his.

"You know I feel the same way, right? Just couldn't be arsed to tell you. I'm too pretty for that."

Your faces pressed impossibly close, lips meeting like fireworks in summer. Your hands gently grasped his face, pulling him as close as he could be. His hand joined together around your waist, resting comfortably at the small of your back.

The kiss was short, but meaningful, conveying messages that you both knew words never could.

"So, does this mean we're a thing now?"

He smiled warmly.

"As if it would end any other way."

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(omg, look who posted again, lmfao..anyways, sorry I haven't posted any writing shit in so fucking long, I've been helping with my siblings and also the basement at the school my mom is helping at flooded so we've all been super stressed about that, ahaha. And algebra fucks me in the ass, so yeah, that sucks too, but at least it's getting done. Anyways, thanks for reading, I hope you liked it!!)

#michael afton #fnaf fandom #mike schmidt #fnaf fanfiction #michael afton x reader

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miekasa · 4 years ago

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any dad!levi hcs for father’s day today🥺🤲🏽

Absolutely!! I’ll do this I guess using the kids I have for him in my parent au? If you’ve read that, you know about Holden, but there are two more so prepare to meet them :’) happy father’s day to Levi <33

To begin with, you guys would plan to have your kids (to the best of your abilities; you were intentionally trying to have kids at a time when you both knew you were ready for them.

Although accidents to do happen, and Levi would welcome an unplanned child all the same; that being said, if you’re both want a family, you would have discussed it beforehand (which is to a degree, is a lot about mental preparation for himself).

In his perfect world, he’d have two daughters. They’d be equal parts him and you, and they’d be quiet and curious and lovely and life would be good. He’d spend his days with you and his two tiny daughters, raising his little family and doing all he could for his favorite girls.

So, naturally, he does get two daughters, but also a son in between; and the latter two kids are far from easy in their own unique ways lmfao

You might have already met Holden, and she’s the oldest in my dad Levi au, and the most like him. Levi’s dark hair, his grey eyes, his overall unimpressed visage, his knack for cleanliness and organization—down to the way she holds her sippy cups, she’s damn near Levi’s doppleganger.

Holden is somewhere between 3.5-4 years old before you have your second kid, and in that time is when Levi confirms he thinks he was cut out to be a certified Girl Dad.

Both Levi and Holden take quality father-daughter time very seriously. It’s impossible to change plans once they’re set: “Daddy, you promised we would go to the famer’s market on Sunday. You pinky promised.” And Levi wouldn’t dare break a pinky promise, so he makes time for it.

Levi doesn’t play favorites with his kids, but there is something special about Holden as his first born. He’s constantly in awe of just how much she resembles him. Four years into raising her and it’s still hard to wrap his head around.

Much to his chagrin, Hange and Eren are Holden’s favorite adults. Maybe Levi understands the admiration for Hange, but Eren... come on, Holden, you’re breaking his heart at that point.

It’s almost out of character for your daughter to be so openly affectionate about someone outside of your immediate family, but she really loves having Eren as a babysitter; and you know she’s playing favorites, because she remains neutral on Armin, even though he and Eren always babysit as a duo.

She doesn’t have a favorite grandparent, but Kenny spoils her the most. Levi tells him he shouldn’t, but when has Kenny ever listened to Levi. The man isn’t a fan of kids, but he thinks yours and Levi’s are pretty cool, and Holden is about the coolest 4 year old he could ever meet.

When she was learning to walk, Levi’s favorite thing was holding her little hand and guiding her around. Even now, when she can stand perfectly fine on her own two feet, Levi loves it when she reaches for his hand; Holden is a pretty independent kid, even at 4 years old, so Levi never takes affection from her for granted.

They’re best friends and Holden goes everywhere with him. Their favorite father-daughter activity is going to the grocery store, and Levi lets Holden point to and assess her favorite fruits and veggies while she sits happily in the shopping cart.

Sometimes there are other parents struggling with a kid throwing a temper tantrum. Levi simply clicks his teeth, while Holden shakes her little head. “That’s pretty embarassing, daddy,” she says, looking at the poor parent with an unamused glare that rivals Levi’s. He nods and pushes the cart past the scene, “Tell me about it, kid.”

Your second kid is a boy, and he looks more like you than Levi, but manages to have Levi’s signature hair color and pout when things aren’t going his way.

He comes as a shock to both you and Levi, because after your ultrasound, you were told you were having another girl. Turns out, they’d accidentally mixed up your files, and you were having a boy instead, which you do not find out until your mid-term check up a few months later. Cue Levi buffering like an old computer.

Kiaan is welcomed all the same, even tho Levi is still in disbelief; he was mentally preparing to have another daughter on his hands. He puts more pressure on himself with his son; not that he wasn’t trying his best to be a parent to Holden, but any insecurities he might have about being a good come out when your son is born, because Levi has no “man of the house” example to follow from.

You reassure him that your son will turn out to be just fine, and raising him the way you raised Holden, and would have raised another daughter is perfectly acceptable. Of course Levi rises to the occasion after the initial shock; he’s determined to be the dad to his son that he never had.

Where Holden is more reserved, Kiaan likes to talk and babble about anything whenever and wherever he can, to whoever is around. It’s not uncommon for you or Levi to find your son completely entertained by telling a story out loud to himself while playing with his toys.

Loves to rope Levi into making his toys interact and have “conversations” with each other, and Kiaan genuinely thinks his dad is hilarious, even if he doesn’t completely understand what he’s saying. It always makes Levi smile to hear Kiaan try and copy the bass and tone of his voice when he’s mocking him.

Kiaan loves messing with his dad, and Levi’s all talk, so of course he lets him. He’ll be on a Zoom meeting for work, and Kiaan will be sat in his lap, running little toy cars across the desk in front of him, or tugging on Levi’s hair, and Levi just lets him. It makes quite the cute sight, and Hange has definitely taken a few screen recordings.

That being said, your son is more of a mama’s boy than anything. Kiaan loves messing with Levi, but if you’re in the room, there’s a 95% chance he’ll be on your lap or at your side shadowing whatever you’re doing.

Kiaan is a universal copycat tho, so whatever you, Levi, or Holden say or do, he tries for himself. This makes him especially susceptible to repeating Levi’s foul language and bad habits than Holden. (“Kiaan, you can’t sleep on the chair, it’s not good for your back.” “But daddy sleeps on the chairs sometimes!” “...Alright kid, you got me there.”)

He’s a very loving kid with his words, too, always thanking people and proclaiming his love, so he doesn’t exactly have a “favorite” adult or babysitter, but he does get particularly excited when Erwin or Farlan come around. He feels especially tall when Erwin lets him sit on his shoulders, and Farlan always entertains his story-telling.

He’s a sucker for his grandma though, and gives Kuchel a million kisses whenever she comes around. Does not let go over her for the entire time she’s over at your house, and will sit on her lap throughout dinner.

The most affectionate child, so where Holden only likes holding hands, Kiaan loves cuddling with you and Levi, and likes to be held whenever possible. Levi spoils him a little too much, and more often than not, if you’re walking outside for more than two hours, Kiaan will end up on Levi’s shoulders or in your arms.

Your last kid is another girl, and, yeah she’s just a baby no older than a few months, but Levi can’t help but think she’s especially tiny, and he can’t help but to look at her and hold her whenever possible. Your baby girl also leaves Levi a little dumbstruck because she manages to look like a combination of you and his mother.

As she grows, it becomes apparent that you’ve got another daddy’s girl on your hands. Doesn’t matter if you’re literally breast feeding her, Aria will throw a tantrum if she’s separated from Levi for more than an hour.

The good news is, her sleep cycle is as irregular as Levi’s, so he’s got someone to keep him company when everyone else has gone to bed for the evening. Unfortunately, this also means Aria naps a lot during the day, which leaves Levi a little bored since Holden is old enough to be in school full-time, and Kiaan is gone for at least a portion of the day.

So, he would never tell you, but sometimes he wakes Aria up from her naps just a little bit early to spend more time with her (and cure his boredom). Having an infant trying to grab at his hair with her ravioli sized baby fists while he tries to cook lunch certainly makes the task more difficult, but it also adds welcomed color to his day.

You and Levi have to hold Aria constantly when she’s awake or else she’ll cry (although, if you leave her in the arms of her siblings, she does settle down, too); that, or she’ll find her tiny baby hands somewhere they shouldn’t be. Like dipped in a jar of strawberry jam. Or peanut butter. Or both.

Levi talks to his kids like he would any other adult, so it’s not uncommon to find him brewing tea with a baby strapped to his chest, narrating the steps to good tea-making out loud to her for her to hear. He swears she can understand him, and he attributes Holden and Kiaan’s growing vocabularies, and the early ages at which they started speaking to this.

Aria will be in her little chest strap thing while Levi’s cooking dinner, and he’ll look down at her like, “Alright, we’re gonna julienne your carrots today. Yesterday we cubed them, but you’ve got grabby hands, so this will give you more room to work with.”

Kiaan loves holding Aria and honestly just being around her, and you and Levi think it’s adorable how he loves to play with her, and how he knows to be gentle with her. He shares a room with her, and loves sharing his bedtime story times, so you or Levi will read them to sleep together.

Holden isn’t crazy about babies, but she’s a good older sister, and Aria seems to be obsessed with her. She crawls and scoots towards her if given the opportunity, and Holden will always look to you or Levi before attempting to hold or lift her up, as if asking permission. She’ll pat Aria’s head to get her to stop crying, or let her play with her hands.

Levi thinks one of the best parts about being a dad is seeing the different dynamics and relationships between your kids. Holden isn’t most physically or verbally affectionate, but she’s still compassionate, and Kiaan looks up to her; and Kiaan is the perfect middle ground, knowing when it’s appropriate to bother (affectionate) Holden, and when to give her space, and curiously hovers around his baby sister, too.

#anonymous #dad levi dad levi dad levi dad levi!!!!!!!!#levi x reader #levi fluff #aot x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi smut #aot imagines

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amodernpersephone · 2 years ago

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wataru 👁

ask game

favorite thing about them

— i love his design and personality in general!!! i kinda realized im drawn to clown-esque/circus/eccentric characters bc of him since it echoes thru all my rhythm gaming favs (hhw, wxs, etc) of all things, i think i rly like his hair. which is alive btw. thats actually canon bc it moves several times . yeah. they always give him the most prettyboy hairstyles thank you happyele

least favorite thing about them

— hng. ok i love him and his whimsy and clownery as much as the next person but Boy. sometimes his dramatic effects cause...well, drama. wataei doesnt advance emotionally (despite the fact that theyve been married since ! era) because one eichi cant read the room for shit and two wataru's incapable of expressing his romance in ways that arent less . wataru-like. i mean i love him and i love his grandiose wholly but it would help if he could he straightforward just a bit and if the straight part is too much, being forward is enough LMFAO SKDHJSVSJDG

favorite line

— “Please wake up, Eichi. With your own feet, let us walk home together. Did you not say that you would walk alongside me? Only you? Come, open your eyes. Look, look, you can view the Milky Way in its entirety, see? A reality far more beautiful than any dream... Even now, it is spreading out into this world. The one who taught me that was none other than you, yes?”

and alternatively

“You’re missing the point, Butler-san! That filth is precisely Eichi’s — no, I daresay all of humanity’s — charm point!”

brOTP

— i am an avid wataru & tori friendship enjoyer!! i just love how thru tori wataru slowly grew out of his fixation on eichi and his madness being the only thing linking him to fine (thus also assuring eichi that wataru held affection for them as a unit, and not merely because hes fuck all insane and wataru finds that hot somehow) and began to love fine as a unit he was part of, something real and true and whole!!! also i think he should take tori on more littol dates and they should have fun and do each other's makeup because i am right and yuzuru and eichi would gush about this until they bleed

OTP

— must we really ask me this. the guy wearing a shirt that says "i love wataei"the girl that wrote the wataei shipping wiki the thing that broke apart during ep:link and was never fully the same again??? anyway. yeah. i cant even make a fucking joke here bc wataei has woven itself so fucking deeply into my belief system i will see a mask and a crown and start screeching "MY BLORBOS MY BLORBOS" like the local loon in the wild west. god they make me want to cry

nOTP

— uh. idk if its just bc of the aforementioned wataei illness but. i cld never rlly enjoy other wataru ships. but i think i simply dont vibe w wataru x any eccentric rlly . not my cup of tea ig

random headcanon

— OH. OHOHOHOHOHO. i am firmly wataru trans nb he/him/any if thats anything. ANYWAY he wonders what hairstyles wld look good on eichi if he grew out his hair more. he tried to recreate the performance eichi watched on tv That Day because he wants him to experience it firsthand, right in front of him, no longer an enigma, no longer surreal, but tangible and wholly his. he decorated eichi's wheelchair with the rest of fine!! the nurses literally have him on the constant blacklist because SIR you cannot keep sneaking tenshouin-san down the window because you think he should see the beautiful moon out tonight. its canon but i think he can carry eichi around with relative ease. wataei do each other's hair! theres a special whimsy in performing but theres also an irreplaceable sense of joy in standing at the same stage as eichi and feeling both his competitiveness and admiration for wataru reverberate over his voice they are echoes of one another eternally flowing into their souls

unpopular opinion

— cant rly think of any bc i practically tune out everything else LMFAO but. ig uh. hello to the people who wrote me a 17-page google doc on why my ship was problematic to which i replied a 24-page legal document telling them to shut the fuck up. wataru is a firm believer of "if i can't fix this man, we can get worse together" come on get with it!!!!

song i associate with them

— aside from his own songs??? uh. i think of him and eimichin singing lightning bug a lot. there's also elegy dedicated with love from the vivy anime which is very wataeicore from a wataru perspective. OOH. anima by reona tops it tho i just. ouahh.

favorite picture of them

— must you even ask. i actually have more normal pictures but. he is my thing

#ess answers an ask #TY FOR THIS ILY /P

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citrusdarling7 · 4 years ago

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Kinktober Day 5- Corruption Kink with The Darkling

summary- the leader of Ravka’s Second Army takes a special interest in his innocent new solider, you

cw- kinda manipulative behavior, loss of virginity, use of “y/n” once, use of the word “sir”, and the Darkling himself is a warning lmfao

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Shadows danced across the palace walls in an unnatural rhythm. All of the curtains were drawn and the only sound that could be heard was the occasional clunk of boots. Oprichniki guards were surely patrolling the halls, but they were the least of your worries.

Truthfully, you were unsure of why the Darkling had requested your company tonight. You had been told by a maid that he needed the help of a Corporalki to test some sort of new Fabrikator device. But you had only been in the Little Palace for a mere month, and surely someone with more experience would be of more use to him. Nonetheless, you stood waiting outside of his quarters at exactly midnight, just as you had been requested to do.

Suddenly, the long door slid open, creaking on its hinges. The Darkling stood tall in his dark kefta as a satisfied smile graced his face. You inclined your head slightly to show your respect for the general.

“Y/n. You look lovely, as always. Come in and join me.” He stepped to the side, allowing you room to pass. As you entered the dark quarters, you watched him wave away two nearby Oprichniki.

This was your first time visiting the Darkling’s private rooms, and you were more than impressed. A round table in the war room depicted all of Ravka, along with its neighbouring countries. A variety of little figurines had been placed over certain cities and trade routes. Beside it, there was a smaller table that sat next to a bursting bookshelf. The country’s emblem had been stitched to a large banner which hung from what you assumed to be a window.

“The new kefta suits you. It was a shame that the old one was wrecked beyond repair.” He reached for your sleeve, then stopped for a visual confirmation of consent. Proud to be wearing your Grisha colors, you held your left arm out to him. The Darkling admired the material between his fingers, most likely impressed with the work of one of his loyal Fabrikators.

“Thank you, Sir. Grisha technology is still so new to me, yet incredibly intriguing. Where is the new device I am meant to test?” You had glanced around the room, but seen nothing that looked as if it needed a Corporalki to operate it.

“Ah, about that. Forgive me, but I may have lied a bit to get you here,” he told you with narrowed eyes. You took a step closer, interested in what the general had to say. “The matters I wish to discuss with you tonight are rather confidential.”

Ohh. This was a matter of war and politics. Well, now you understood why he had sent those two guards away. Before you realized your abilities, your studies in Balakirev had been focused on international relations. It made sense that he would come to you.

“Is there a particular issue you wish to seek my counsel on?” The Darkling closed the gap between you, unknowingly pressing your back against the edge of the circular table.

“You’re too innocent for your own good, especially considering your status as a Heartrender,” he laughed, his hand brushing your hair behind your ears. Unsure of how to respond to his sudden, you meekly smiled up at him.

“Since the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew that I needed to make you mine.” Cold fingers traced your jawline as he spoke.

“I am yours. I answer to my general, as any good soldier would,” you told him. You had concluded that this was a test of your loyalty, which made sense, seeing as you were still a fairly new recruit to the Second Army. “I would slit my throat before I join forces with the Shu Han or the witch-hunting Fjerdans.” The Darkling let out a deep chuckle as he shook his head.

“Although I admire your undying loyalty to Ravka, that is not what I meant. Saints, you truly are clueless.” You frowned, a bit angry that he would say such a thing. Although the mastery of your Heartrender abilities was still coming along, you considered yourself to be decently intelligent. “Do not fret, pretty girl. I did not summon you here to reprimand you. Your training is coming along wonderfully,” he assured you.

“Then Sir, why am I here?” He chose to non-verbally answer your question by grabbing your face and pulling you in for a rather passionate kiss.

You would never admit it to any of your fellow Grisha, but you had never been kissed before. In that moment, it was everything that you had ever imagined. The Darkling gripped the back of your head with both of his hands as his lips worked against yours, sending waves of euphoria down your spine. His tongue invaded your mouth, his teeth nipping at your lower lip.

When you finally forced yourself to push him away out of a need for breath, you realized how wrong this was. A reflective surface nearby revealed that your lips were flushed red and your hair was completely askew. Immediately, you headed for the door.

“Wait a moment,” the Darkling requested. His hands snaked around your waist from behind, successfully trapping you in his grip. “I apologize for being so forward with you. But Saints, you have ignored all of my previous advances! I simply wanted to confirm that you were interested.”

“Advances,” you spoke in a shaky breath. “Sir, what advances?”

“Was it not obvious? The flowers delivered to your room, the introduction to the royal family, the new kefta. Why else would I have been so welcoming to a Heartrender who came to my army nearly ten years late, with absolutely no battle skills whatsoever, if not for my clear desire?”

“I thought you saw potential in me,” you admitted. He laughed again, although this time it upset you.

“You are quite beautiful, but not of much use to me or the Second Army. A Heartrender who refuses to kill is like a dog that doesn’t bark.” Your face blossomed with shame at his reminder. He was right; you had made it clear to all of your instructors that you would not take a life. “Do not fret, pretty girl. I would reckon that all you need is a bit of corruption. Some darkness put into you.” The Darkling’s lips met the crook between your collarbone and neck. He nipped at your skin while humming quietly to himself.

“What do you mean?” you asked nervously.

“Let me ruin you; wreck that glowing innocence of yours. I will show you pleasure beyond what you have ever imagined,” he propositioned as one of his hands started to fumble with the fastenings of your kefta. His hot mouth against your skin made it so that the pit of your stomach felt as if it was on fire. “If you ask nicely, I might even be gentle.”

Making a spur-of-the-moment decision, you shrugged your kefta off your shoulders and turned to face the man. Dark eyes met yours as you wrapped an arm around his neck and pulled him down for another kiss. You silently prayed that the Saints would forgive you for the mistake you were currently making.

This time around, the kiss quickly escalated. Strong arms lifted and positioned you on the table, scattering about dozens of figurines and notes. The Darkling hastily removed his own kefta while you discarded your boots and woolen stockings. Underneath your red Grisha coat was a simple black dress.

“My color looks wonderful on you,” he praised you as his hands slid under your dress. You whimpered in surprise and anticipation as two of his fingers gripped the waistband of your undergarments and pulled them down. He had to manually bend your knees to get the garment completely off of you, seeing as your body was too overwhelmed to do much.

“My pretty girl, has a man ever touched you before?” The Darkling’s fingers grazed against your bare core while he awaited your response.

“N-Never like that, Sir,” you told him, attempting to hang your head to shield your reddening face. He used his free hand to grab your chin and yank it upwards.

“Good. I want you all to myself.” His digits trailed gently across your cunt, collecting your arousal with every swipe. “So wet for me,” he hummed in approval. Two fingers penetrated you suddenly, eliciting your body to lean forward into his. Once again, your lips met his in a fiery kiss.

As his fingers continuously thrusted into your sensitive cunt, it became harder and harder for you to concentrate on the kiss. Small moans left your mouth every few seconds as the pleasure continued to grow.

“Fuck,” you exclaimed in between heavy pants. Your head fell between the crook of his neck as the Darkling added another finger, which increased the sensations you were feeling by ten-fold.

“Does that feel good, pretty girl?” Unable to form a coherent response, you opted to nod your head and whimper. The general’s fingers left you, leaving your cunt aching and clenching over nothing. “I think you’re ready for the real thing.”

Before you could process anything that had just happened, you were lying on black bed sheets in a very dark room as the Darkling attacked your neck with his lips. His bare cock was hard against your thigh. You were so overwhelmed by everything happening that you had yet to notice anything abnormal in his sleeping chambers.

“Give me your hand,” he demanded suddenly. You obeyed, although hesitantly. “It’s going to hurt at first. Dig your nails into my palm if you must.”

Without warning, he lined himself up to your entrance and began to slowly stretch your walls. You bit against your lip and clamped your eyes shut in an attempt to ignore the sharp pain. The Darkling pressed his forehead against yours as he let out a low groan.

“Saints, you’re fucking tight. You take me so well.” You had the sudden urge to claw at his back, which you acted on. As he bottomed out inside of you, your fingernails drew blood from his skin.

At least, they should have. When you retracted your hands, you were surprised to find no trace of blood. Perhaps your Grisha abilities had finally shown up in a most unexpected way. The Darkling came to a similar realization.

“My pretty girl, I am going to have so much fun with you.”

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(tagging some of you hotties even tho idk if you’re a grishaverse fan) (if you’re tired of getting tagged in my kinktober stuff lmk!)

@brriley @b-aobao @ravenriddlewrites @littlemulattokitten

#the darkling #grishaverse #shadown and bone #the darkling smut #kinktober #citrusdarling7kinktober #citrusdarlingkinktober #smuttober #grishaverse smut #six of crows

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losingherface · 4 years ago

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I have the moon

Warnings: Quick ish Smut, 18+

Info : It’s Ellie and readers first night at their new house, that used to be Joel’s.

A/n: srry if it’s terrible, i’ve been busy and just not in the mood to write if i’m being honest but yeahhh also I would love to have requests that obviously fit within the story line because I’m getting a bit dry :))

•

The boxes were full and ready to go. It took about a month to pack up and completely move into Joel’s farmhouse.

It was strange seeing your apartment empty. You had lived here on your own for so many years before Ellie came along. The furniture had changed over the years, and pretty much everything did due to Ellie moving in, having dogs, they suddenly die, having cats, and they suddenly died as well. But this time, it was finally empty, it looked like it did when you had first bought it. It looked like you kept it the same all these years.

You handed the key to your landlord, Britt, she was always fun and kept you company before Ellie, when you were depressed about your job, or anything really. It was hard seeing you go and you felt the same of course. She held you in the tightest hug and it felt like a stab in your heart. But you wanted this, so you weren’t really worried about how you’d feel in a few days.

Ellie waited for you in the car. When you got inside, you immediately noticed the constant smile on her face, she would try hiding it but you could tell, and god that made you feel so good.

It was a long month. From the wedding, to Joel dying, and now this, moving five hours from the city into a rural town where you two would be basically separated from everything, it was a lot. Now you were ready to get to your new home and nap it all off.

•

Jesse, Dina, Tommy, and Maria had all helped move us in throughout the week, and make things comfortable for us. Dina couldn’t get over the countryside and Jesse was irritated by her constantly whining to move closer to us as their baby, JJ, spilled his juice everywhere and made a mess. You were ready for them to leave. Reaching over to pull JJ away, from potentially making another huge mess, Dina calls you to the kitchen.

You were close to losing your temper but instead just ignored it, maybe Ellie will do something.

“Yea?”

“I love these counters, I have a friend if you guys ever need a renovator.” Dina told you as she took out something from the oven, your attention immediately going there.

“Yea I know, What’s that in the oven?”

“My special banana bread, so you can think of me when we leave.”

It was literally all you wanted right now.

“Thanks Dina. I’m going to miss you. And that baby of yours.”

•

As for Ellie, she had been fine, for the most part. She hadn’t completely opened up about how she was feeling but you knew it was passing by. Passing by as in, she was accepting that she’ll never talk to Joel again, not that she’s getting over it and forgetting about him- she’ll never forget him, it was her dad. There was a glow that sat beautifully on her face and it was the same glow she had when you two got married, when you two would be in each other’s presence. It seemed that was her way of telling you but not telling you either that she was content and you loved it.

Your head peaked out of the kitchen once again to look at Ellie, JJ and Jesse in the living room. Ellie had been playing with JJ and you couldn’t help but lose your train of thought. It was so cute when she did that.

•

Dina, Jesse, and JJ were finally leaving. You were going to miss your best friend as she wasn’t just down the street anymore, she was five hours away. Her baby was getting older, and soon it was time she would have to start paying full attention to him so the chances of regular communication were getting lower.

You couldn’t help but feel a little heartbroken.

•

After everyone left, you devoured the banana bread with a large cup of milk, leaning over the counter, nitpicking everything in your head about this house.

You remembered Ellie had been setting up her art room, it was a nice size and way better than the balcony at the apartment. You cleaned yourself up and walked to the room.

The door was slightly open and the room had been quiet, only Ellie’s humming being heard.

You knocked on the door.

“Come in.” Ellie said softly and you walked in. Shutting the door behind you, trying to not disturb the peacefulness.

“It’s late, do you want to come to bed?” You asked as you watched her draw yet another portrait of Joel.

She yawned and put down her pencil. She didn’t answer your question and instead walked over to you and hugged your waist while kissing down your soft neck. She pulled away, “Let’s go.” She stretched her long arm out for you as she opened the door, leading you to your new bedroom.

The bedroom was large, with a walk in closet, a bathroom and a beautiful large window that wasn’t covered with curtains for the purpose of the countryside view.

The room was obviously empty only with a bed that had pastel yellow sheets Maria had bought. You sat down on the bed as Ellie followed. She sat and watched you take off your pants leaving you only in your underwear and a slightly large shirt, Ellie had done the same only her top half was completely bare.

•

It was the middle of the night in the new house, the first night you two had slept there. It had a creepy feel to it. It was quiet and dark, the only light coming from the large window you had been facing. From the window where you had been lying down, you got a nice view of the farm and the night sky, and also an occasional few cars that would pass by.

It was so hot that you had been fighting with the blankets all night, whether they should be on or off. Looking over at Ellie, she had seemed to be sleeping like a baby. You continue to look at the window while laying down, eyes wandering all over the place. The time was 2:00 a.m. It was going to be a long night.

Sweat begins forming on your back, causing you to pull your shirt off, now only in your undergarments.

“I’m going to go look for a fan. I think he had one in the attic.” Ellie just randomly blurs out causing you to look at her, startled.

“Please, baby it’s so hot.” You say as you lean over to the small chair beside the bed and grab the water bottle, desperately chugging it again. As you did that, Ellie leaves to look for a fan.

•

What had felt like forever, Ellie finally arrives with a fan. It was a decent size and was perfect. As Ellie plugs it in, you unclip your bra and let all of the cool air hit you before lying back in the bed, covering yourself with the blanket.

You hear Ellie rumbling into bed, a lot closer than before, wrapping her arm around your body, pulling you closer. It felt so nice to have her this close, as she really hadn’t been willing to for a few months. Also with the heat, you’d just hate being that close.

Ellie takes her warm and soft lips, and presses it on your neck. Kissing you up and down, you closed your eyes hoping she wasn’t just giving you a goodnights kiss but wanted more.

You pull your blanket down from your face to show her your exposed breasts, ready to be caressed and sucked on (lmfao idk how else to say it).

She looks at you with a slight smile before kissing your temple. “Please..” You whisper, grabbing her head with both of your hands, she knew exactly what you wanted. You adjusted your position, lying on your back, waiting for Ellie to slip under the sheet.

Ellie and you hadn’t been together like this in a while, considering everything she’s been through and the missed honeymoon. You can see it on Ellie’s face, she felt so good at this moment. Her face was lit up and the light coming from the night sky reflected on her face.

Ellie kissing down your neck, you move your hand over to caress her soft, slightly greasy hair. Pressing a kiss to her forehead, you whisper, “I love you.” She breaks the kiss, whispering the same back to you before continuing to kiss, getting lower with each one.

At this point, you both knew exactly where this was going, it was one of Ellie’s favorite ways to make you smile. You spread your legs a bit further, allowing Ellie to have some space. You desperately throw the blanket off of the both of you to be able to see her. Her strong hands hold down both of your legs, her eyes lock with yours as she begins licking you right where you wanted her to. Your eyes begin to look drowsy as Ellie begins to pick up the pace. As you moan loudly, you notice Ellie smiling at you making your sounds every once and a while. Seeing her do that made you want more, you loved seeing her that way. You throw your head back into the fluffy, white pillow, grabbing onto anything that was in your region as Ellie relentlessly pleased you with her wet, warm tongue.

you were a mess and by the time you were able to let it all out over Ellie’s sweaty face, you were covered in your own sweat, sitting up on elbows, looking at Ellie get up and move towards you.

Ellie grabbed the blanket nearby and covered you and herself up. You immediately wrap your body around hers, pressing light kisses to her face.

“I forgot how much I love doing that.” Ellie says as you slowly begin to open your eyes.

You propped your head up on your elbow, leaning into Ellie more, caressing your hard, short nails up and down her back. “It looked like you really needed that.”

“Yeah, I think us moving into this house, and getting to do that, makes me feel better.” Ellie struggled to say but it was genuine and you knew she’d be back on her feet again in about another week.

You didn’t know what to say, Ellie’s smile forming on her face effortlessly put you in awe and it left you there once again, staring at her because sometimes that’s all you could do. She appreciated it either way.

A/N: I suck at comforting ppl irl and it rlly shows in these stories, and this took me long cuz I can’t bring myself to write smut correctly so i was a little insecure but whatevererrr

#the last of us 2 #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie x reader #i love lesbians

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choiceskatie · 4 years ago

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Invasion of Privacy

Book: The Nanny Affair/Mother of the Year

Warnings: Extremely NSFW. Smut. Lemony as fook. The filthiest thing I’ve ever written so the embarrassment may induce my next leave of absence (I’m also very out of practice, pls be kind)

Word count: 9.6k. I don’t know lol. I really don’t know.

Summary: Reimagining of Sam’s birthday. Takes place during TNA book 1 chapter 3.

Author’s Note: this idea randomly came to me one morning (can’t stop a ho from being a ho) and as I went to write it, it dawned on me this would be the perfect birthday fic for Miss Nitah. So, I forced myself to wait 5 months to write it (and then had a writers block for months and wrote this in 3 days this week lol). @ao719 happy birthday, my sweet fren. I wrote out many words about how great you are and then decided publishing them publicly would just make both of us uncomfortable so resigned myself to a paragraph or two lmao.

Fun fact, you were my first ever follower on here. You followed me when I didn’t even know how to reblog, all I knew how to do was send you messages obsessing over your writing and send you anonymous asks about when the next chapter of FD would be out lmfao. I think you’re one of the only blogs I followed for like two months, bc all I did for weeks on end was work through the pandemic and come home and read every single fic you’d ever written. I even read New Beginnings before I’d read MotY (what a sad time of my life) just because I needed my fix of your stories 🤣

I love keysmashing with you, obsessing over pixelated characters, trying to interpret lines to decipher which of them has the biggest dicks lmao. I love you obsessing over Scottish tiktoks and me teaching you what the words mean. You’re seriously amazing, and I’m so thankful to know you.

Anyway, these are just some of the characters that you and I obsess over, and I hope you enjoy this, my dude! I hope it doesn’t disappoint after me telling you how excited I was about it for 6 months 😂 (and sorry this is late lol) happy birthday weekend! I adore you 🤍

Also thanks for being born and forcing me out of my writers block. My screen time for docs this week is a little concerning but that sounds like a problem for future me.

Thanks to @lsvdw-blog for prereading this for me every time I wrote five lines, love you baby g.

All characters belong to Pixelberry.

The sound of the elevator dinging stops Anna and the twins in their tracks, panicked eyes meeting one another in alarm as they realise Sam has picked the most inopportune time to finally leave the office at a normal hour.

“Is that your dad? He’s not supposed to be home yet!”

“You have to stall him!” Mason gestures to the doorway with the large oven mitts dwarfing his hands. “Or else the surprise is going to be completely ruined!”

“Go, go, go!”

Mickey gently pushes her out into the hallway before she has a chance to protest. She stumbles into the corridor as she comes face to face with Sam’s handsome face, quickly forming the private smile she’s grown to love as he quirks an eyebrow at her.

“Coming to greet me at the door now, Anna?” His friendly grin is quickly replaced with something darker, something hungrier, as she watches his gaze travel from her head to her toe, taking in the special gown she’s put on to celebrate his big day. “You look…”

He gnaws at his lower lip as he struggles to finish his sentiment, eyes meeting her own again as she feels her body heat rising rapidly under the intensity of his stare.

She shakes herself from the daze as she remembers the mission she’s been sent out here to accomplish.

“Sam! I wasn’t expecting you so soon…” She trails off as she hears the telltale chime of the elevator reaching the penthouse suite again, her dark eyebrows knitting together as she looks at him in confusion.

Before she can question who else is joining them for Sam’s birthday celebrations, her attention is pulled to the opening of the doors and the commanding figure that slowly emerges from them.

Her breath hitches as she takes in the vision of the tall man. She suddenly feels the need to avert her eyes to the floor, flustered by his piercing gaze that quickly centres on her.

Naturally, as she stares at the hardwood flooring, she notices his shoes first. Large, brown brogues adorn his feet and she can’t help but to theorise they undoubtedly cost more than her old apartment’s rent. She surmises that they were either bought this morning, or that’s what shoes actually look like with a few zeroes added on to the end of their price tag.

Long legs are donned in pristine navy slacks, clearly tailored to perfectly carve the muscular shape she can already see through the expensive fabric. They lead up to an equally pristine suit jacket, sitting snugly against a taut waist before widening to accompany the man’s exceedingly broad shoulders.

Her gaze once again drops as she tries to survey the man’s hands, groaning inwardly as she notices they’re tucked behind his back and denying her the opportunity to find out if he’s married. She quickly realises that it doesn’t make much of a difference for many a reason: she’s not said two words to this man and isn’t sure why his marital status is of any note or interest to her; Sam’s not married and yet she’s still found herself in the middle of a train wreck.

As she finally wills herself to snap back to the present and focus on the man’s face, her attention is pulled to a second body exiting the elevator shaft.

“Mickey! Mason!”

A small frame barrels out into the hallway, a flash of yellow blurred by a wild brown mane chasing by her.

“Get back here right now, little lady!”

The figure stops abruptly as her sneakers squeak loudly on the floor. She turns back with an impish smile as she retreats to the man’s side.

When he speaks, his deep voice sends a shiver down Anna’s spine. “Uncle Sam has a guest, darling. Introduce yourself before you run off to wreak havoc on the penthouse.”

Anna’s gaze snaps towards Sam, confusion etched on her features. “Uncle? I didn’t know you had a niece, Sam.”

“Oh, he’s not my uncle!” The young girl interrupts, grinning up at Anna as she steps towards her. “We pretend that Mickey and Mason are my cousins, but they’re not really. I think my dad just likes to call them that because he’s an only child and he doesn’t want to feel he’s deprived me of a major part of childhood.”

Anna stifles a laugh as she looks up at the girl’s father, his exaggerated eye roll completely ruined by the warm smile on his face. “Is that so? That’s awfully insightful for a girl your age.”

“Thanks, Miss…”, she breaks off as her nose scrunches up in thought, trying to remember if she’s been told the woman’s name before her dad gives her a lecture for not remembering it.

“Schuyler,” she smiles down at her.

“Thanks, Miss Schuyler! My dad always tells me I’m street smart, which is good because I ain’t so good with the books.”

Her eyes flicker up to the girl’s father once more to see his mouth drop open in shock.

“I have never once said that, Luz!”

She waves him off without turning her back as she grins at Anna. “He didn’t need to. I figured it out myself because I’m-”, she stops to tap her temple, beaming with pride, “street smart.”

That gets a hearty chuckle from all of the adults around her, her father’s eyes crinkling in delight at the witty daughter he’s raising.

“Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Luz.” Anna extends her hand to shake, promptly being shaken by Luz. “I’m Anna, the boy’s nanny.”

“Oh! Where are they?”

At the reminder of the boys, Anna nearly curses in front of the young child. She’d completely forgotten about the meal being made in the next room for Sam’s birthday.

“They’re in the kitchen, sweetie. Why don’t you go in yourself and see what they’re up to?”

She flashes her a wide grin before she turns with a start, calling out to the boys as she runs down the length of the corridor. “Mickey! Mason! I brought my brick!”

Sam throws his head back with a loud laugh at the look on his guest’s face, pure fear as he drops his head in his hands.

“If I make it to her 18th birthday, it’ll be a miracle.” Anna giggles as the stranger drops his hands, chuckling as he walks towards her. He offers her his hand, smiling as Sam introduces him.

“Anna, this is Thomas Mendez. He and I met in college and I’ve been stuck with him ever since.”

She takes his hand in hers, suppressing the shudder longing to course through her as she feels the warmth of his skin and looks up at his friendly face. She meets his eyes and can’t help but to stare. Although they are icy in tone - grey blue looking straight into her soul - an unrivalled warmth radiates from them, a kindness she’s never been privy to before now.

“College, huh?”

He nods with a smile. “Stanford.” He leans in to whisper conspiratorially, but purposefully loud enough for Sam to hear. “I got in on my own accord though, nothing to do with Mommy and Daddy’s money.”

Anna’s eyes widen at the remark before she hears a guffaw coming from Sam, turning to see him shaking his head friendly at his old friend.

“Clearly Tommy isn’t planning on giving me a break just because it’s my birthday.”

“Wow, you guys must have known each other a long time.”

“Are you implying that we’re old, Anna?” He smiles slyly as he raises a challenging eyebrow at her.

“Thomas, I bought Sam’s birthday cake; that includes the many candles the boys insisted on for every year of his life. Trust me, I know how old you are.”

Thomas’ face is bright with amusement as he turns to smirk at Sam. “Oh, she’s trouble.”

“Tell me about it.”

Anna’s reply is forgotten as she hears the twins calling her from the dining room and instructs both men to follow her through.

The twins stand at the head of the table, grinning from ear to ear as they proudly present their home cooked meal for Sam.

“Tada! Happy birthday, Dad!”

He grins wide and pulls them both in for a bear hug, before pulling Anna into a close embrace, thanking her quietly as he knows she was the one to pull this off.

Luz stands a few feet in front of them, scowling at her father as she crosses her arms over her chest childishly.

“Dad, why didn’t you tell me this was a fancy dinner party?” She huffs. “Mason and Mickey are in suits and you let me come in my soccer uniform!”

“And would you have worn a pretty dress had I informed you of the dress code?”

“Well, no but-”

“That’s what I thought, munchkin.” He reaches out to ruffle her hair and she only manages to frown for a few seconds more before a giggle breaks through.

They all sit down at the table as Sam quickly strides to produce a vintage bottle of wine for their meal, offering Anna a drink first.

“Oh, no, I shouldn’t…” She shakes her head as she waves him off. “You deserve to enjoy yourself tonight so you go ahead and I’ll put the boys to bed.”

“Don’t worry about that. When I found out Thomas was coming into town, I asked Carter if he’d watch over the kids after we’re done with dinner and he offered to stay so you could have the night off. Bedtime is taken care of.”

Anna is taken aback that Sam has always included her in his plans for the evening, but quickly grins in delight as she holds her glass out to him. “Well, then. Fill me up.”

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Sam quickly finds out that tipsy Anna is just as much of a joy to be around as her sober self.

Thomas quickly finds out that any form of Anna is the most fun he’s had in years.

The three adults sit long after dinner is over whilst the children sleep soundly at the other end of the penthouse, Carter acting as their faithful guard.

They sit in Sam’s study, Anna between the two men on the large sofa as her feet curl under her legs, uncaring of her appearance as her mind grows slightly dazed with alcohol and relaxation. Both men gaze longingly at her, an arm from each resting behind her head on the plush fabric.

Four bottles of an expensive red Anna’s never heard of lay empty on the coffee table, a fifth half full and spread generously between their large glasses as they laugh loudly at another story about Luz’ fights at her school.

Thomas is the picture of a doting parent as he pretends to scold Luz’s attitude, but the twinkle in his eye is unmistakable as he talks about his daughter.

Anna sheds a tear as Thomas bravely confides in her that he too has been widowed, although choosing only to divulge a few details about the nature of his late wife’s death.

At some point through the night, he realises this is the freest his heart has felt since that fateful day. Luz may be the light of his life, and try as Sam might to cheer him up with countless weekends away and trips to see his family, he’s never felt as happy as he does right now talking to Anna.

He allows himself to be carried away with the notion before he recognises the heated glances coming from her boss. He knows his friend, and he knows the heartbreak he endured when he lost his wife. He swore off love forever, fully believing that lightning never strikes twice. Thomas had always taken him at his word; that was until tonight.

He knows the nature of the situation between Sam and Sofia; he’s known Sofia for nearly as long as he’s known Sam and the two couldn’t be further from a compatible match.

They may share similar career aspirations and bank balances, but that’s the full extent of their resemblance.

Where Sofia is brash and self-centred, Sam is kind and generous.

He’d never enter into an agreement like the one his best friend has found himself involved in, but he’ll always support him.

However, he begins to wonder what situation he’s found himself to be involved in with his children’s nanny as he watches them interact.

It’s obvious to anyone close to Sam that he’s not interested in Sofia, so he begins to wonder if he’s fulfilling certain needs elsewhere. He’s only a man after all, and perhaps until he’s married he still plans to play the field.

Thomas admires that about his friend, his ability to shut off his emotions, a trait he unfortunately hadn’t picked up in his life. But a thought occurs to him as he revels in the warmth of Anna’s smile directed at him: maybe it’s not too late.

If Sam can blow off some steam, why can’t he?

On a particularly witty comment falling from Anna’s lips, Thomas finds his free hand gravitating towards her, finding its place on the curve of her thigh.

Her breath hitches as she feels the heat of his body through the flimsy material her dress is made of. He notices instantly, and makes the quick decision to leave his hand there for a beat longer, testing the waters as he tries to gauge the energy he’s been feeling from Anna all night.

He sees her gaze flicker down to his lips before she bites down on her own and he suppresses a victorious grin.

He’s not sure if it’s the wine coursing through his veins or the desire thrumming in his body at the thrill of a woman’s touch again after so long, but his drunk mind tells him that it’s now or never.

He moves his hand up slowly, stifling a smirk as he watches Sam’s eyes follow the movement and his jaw tick ever so slightly.

“You know, Anna, there’s a lot of things that Sam and I used to do in college that we don’t get the chance to anymore.”

“Oh?”

“Mm.” he hums thoughtfully as his fingers start to trace tantalising circles against her. “We weren’t always boring fathers with corporate jobs, you know.”

“Oh, I know that.” She giggles as her gaze flickers over to Sam, her hand gripping onto his knee affectionately as she winks at him. “Sam’s told me some crazy stories from his youth, and I don’t doubt that he’s leaving some of the best ones out to save my opinion of him.”

He sees Sam attempt to move imperceptibly to fix himself without moving Anna’s hand from him, and Thomas smiles to himself wryly. Doesn’t take much.

He doesn’t miss the way Anna’s hand lingers on Sam, and he’s more sure than ever that this is no normal employer-employee relationship.

“Oh?” He smiles at her as he tightens his hold on her thigh ever so slightly. “And what is it you think he might be keeping from you?”

“Nothing I could say aloud, counsellor.” She winks and he feels desire unfurl deep in his core, and he can finally see why Sam keeps Anna around.

It’s no mystery to see why Anna was hired in the first place. She’s energetic, kind, bubbly, personable; her personality is downright enchanting. She’s brought Luz out of her shell more tonight that he’s seen anyone else achieve in the past few years. She clearly has a way with children and he’s grateful for her presence in the boy’s life.

No, seeing why she was hired in the first place is a no brainer. Since the moment he laid eyes on her, Thomas has been wondering why Sam is stupid enough to keep her around when she’s clearly so damn tempting.

Her looks alone are enough to drive a man wild. Sure, she’s dressed up especially for tonight but he can tell that no outfit could hide the large breasts and pert rear she’s sporting. He can’t quite repress the way his vivid imagination immediately conjures up the idea of her naked and writhing for him, and he feels his slacks become a little tighter.

Body aside, her face is a thing of beauty. Her big brown eyes; so angelic and alluring. The way they glitter with flecks of gold as the warm light catches her face. The soft slope of her nose that leads to her plump lips. Those lips.

He’s entirely confident that her mouth alone could bring a man to his knees.

Although he quickly surmises she seems like the type of woman who would rather be on her knees.

She’s absolutely sinful.

Yes, Thomas finally understands why Sam keeps her around. It’s that he has no choice: any man in her radar is utterly powerless before her.

One look at her and he knows he’d like to see if she’s willing to submit that power to him in another room.

“And has Sam told you any stories involving me?”

She shakes her head with a wry grin. “Considering I’d never heard of you until tonight, funnily enough no.”

Cheeky. I like it.

“Now, that’s a shame.” He sneaks a glance at Sam and he can see his friend’s curiosity peaked with an inquisitive quirk of his brow. “There’s a few stories I think you’d rather enjoy.”

He can see Sam’s eyes widen in momentary surprise before they narrow in recognition, a smirk gracing his lips as his head shakes visibly in amusement.

“I’m not sure if Anna would be interested in those stories, Tommy.”

“Why don’t we let Anna decide for herself, Samuel?”

“Why don’t we let Anna in on this little inside joke you two seem to have?” She chuckles as she interrupts, the men joining in as she looks between them.

Thomas inclines his head slightly towards Sam, letting him take the reins as he tries to broach the topic. Sam leans towards the table, placing his tumbler of scotch on the wooden surface before leaning back and edging closer towards Anna, his far arm never losing its place on her shoulders at the back of the couch.

The arm around her slips down behind her back, curling around her waist as he pulls her into his side tightly. His free hand raises to graze across her cheekbone before tangling in her hair as he angles further towards her, close enough to feel her sharp intake of breath against his lips.

He whispers against her as goosebumps erupt across her skin. “It involves,” he breaks off as he closes the little distance remaining between them and presses his lips against hers. She only manages to hold back for a second before her body betrays her and melts against him, the gasp in her throat opening her mouth and allowing his tongue to slip inside and dance with her own.

Her eyes open as she feels Thomas’ fingers circling against her bare thigh again, and she manages to pull back from Sam as her head begins to swim.

She doesn’t manage to tear her eyes away from him but she’s acutely aware that Thomas is closer to her than he was only moments ago.

“It involves the three of us doing a lot more than that together.”

She feels like her eyes are about to bulge out of her head as her head snaps round to look at Thomas, expecting to find him with the same bewildered expression she’s sure is on her own face.

Instead, all she finds is lust blown pupils dilating as they stare at her, enticing her as she feels a magnetic pull towards him.

“What do you say, angel?” He leans towards her to press a soft kiss to her cheek before gently grasping her chin between his thumb and forefinger, directing her gaze to his. “Would you like to have some fun with us?”

She attempts a deep breath as she feels her heart begin to race, beating furiously against her chest as she struggles to believe what she’s hearing.

But one look at Thomas’s face and the unmistakable feeling of Sam’s hand creeping upwards from her waist and she has her answer.

A single nod is all she can muster before Thomas’ lips are on hers. It’s different from Sam’s kiss; where his pressure was firm, Thomas’ lips are soft. And yet, they both make her ache with need for them.

Their tongues meet and she feels his hand travelling further up her thigh as she bunches fistfuls of his shirt between her dainty fingers.

She sighs in pleasure as she feels Sam’s lips latch onto her neck, smattering wet, hot kisses as they travel up to her jaw. As he sucks on her pulse point, she feels Thomas’ hand reach the apex of her thighs and she trembles in anticipation, only for his palm to skim over her before travelling to the opposite leg.

He pulls back with a smirk as he hears her groan in disappointment. “Something you need?”

She palms him through his slacks and it’s her turn to smirk as she watches his body shudder. “Yes, both of you inside of me.”

Sam and Thomas catch each other’s gazes as they look over Anna, eyebrows raised as they grin in delight.

“She’s a natural,” Sam’s breath tickles her as his teeth graze her earlobe, tugging as her eyes flutter closed.

“Ah,” she tuts as she moves to stand, grabbing the half drunk wine bottle and walking around the coffee table. “But that, you see, implies that I haven’t done this before.”

Sam stands after her, walking towards her and easily pulling her petite frame into his hard body. “You just get more and more intriguing everyday, you little minx. What else are you hiding?”

“A lady never tells,” her voice is a sultry whisper as her fingernails skin his arm, the bottle of wine dangling freely from her other. “Care to take this somewhere more private and find out for yourself?”

He bends down to kiss her fiercely before pulling back with a tug on her plump bottom lip. “Wait for us in my bedroom.”

She nods in excitement as she turns and walks to Sam’s bedroom, thankful that the master suite of the penthouse is on the opposite side to all other bedrooms.

Sam turns back to look at Thomas, the same sly smile gracing both of their faces.

“Are you sure about this? We’re not in our twenties anymore.”

Thomas stands up to walk over to him, laughing at the question when the two of them are standing with physical proof in their slacks of how sure they are. “And have you ever wanted to as much as right now?”

Sam shakes his head with a laugh as he sees his point. He offers him his hand, which Thomas promptly takes with a questioning expression.

“This is a one time thing. After all is said and done, she’s still my nanny.”

“Fine,” he concedes sincerely. “You can tell yourself that, but I’ve seen you making eyes at her all night. Frankly, I don’t know how this hasn’t happened already with you two living under the same roof.”

“Because of a certain blonde that has half a million dollars of mine wrapped around her ring finger?” Sam jests and earns a chuckle in response.

Thomas rolls his eyes good-naturedly as he begins to walk backwards to Sam’s bedroom. “We’ll see.”

Both men’s breath catch as they enter the room, as Anna has taken the honour of undressing upon herself.

Her dress and underwear lead a trail towards the bed where she awaits them, propped up by her elbows and legs spread as their eyes fixate on her glistening centre. The two of them swallow heavily, infatuated with the mess dripping down her legs.

Sam’s the first to move from the door frame as he manages to peel his eyes away, landing on her face as he nearly groans in excitement. “Decided to get started by yourself, did you?”

She nods innocently, but the way her hands reach up to cup her own breasts show there’s nothing innocent about her. “You were taking too long," she shrugs. “I thought you were leaving me to show myself a good time.”

“Yeah?” Sam reaches the edge of the bed as he stares down at her. “Why don’t you show us how you like it? Make yourself feel good for me.”

She takes one hand away from her chest, trailing it up and over her collarbone before sliding it into her wet mouth. She releases it with a soft pop before beginning its journey down her stomach, agonisingly slowly as the two men hold their breath in anticipation.

Thomas reaches down to palm himself absentmindedly as his eyes watch her every move. She finally hits between her thighs and her head drops back with a strangled moan as she strokes two fingers through her soaked pussy.

Sam’s breath grows ragged as his gaze is transfixed on the movement of her fingers, brushing through her wetness before finally flicking her clit. As her hips buck up and she gasps, he practically forgets Thomas is in the room.

He’s on his knees on the bed in seconds, mesmerised as he watches Anna circle herself, her body writhing in pleasure as her eyes flutter shut.

They open as she feels Sam’s large hands against her thighs, spreading her further as his usual light eyes are nearly swallowed whole by desire.

“I need to taste you,” he groans and he watches as her pussy clenches. “Can I, princess?”

“Yes, please.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

Right answer.

He leans down and licks a long swipe through her folds, his cock throbbing at the first taste of her. He pulls back lightly, enough to utter, “just as sweet as I imagined.”

Something comes over Thomas as he watches Anna’s elbows drop, unable to hold herself up as her hips gyrate against Sam’s dutiful tongue. She lets out a whimper as Sam’s fingers join the mix, gliding in with ease and curling as he brings towards her climax at an alarming rate.

“Does that feel good, angel?”

She forces her eyes open with difficulty to see Thomas approaching her, one knee resting on the bed as he kneels beside her.

She hums her agreement, but not before adding. “But I bet you could make me feel even better.”

Sam grins into her wetness. A healthy dose of competition had always kept the two men at their best in situations like these. He catches Thomas’ eye and nods imperceptibly.

Thomas kneels fully on the bed now, his lips brushing against Anna’s ear as he pushes her hair back to whisper. “You’re obviously not getting it good enough if you can still speak, sweetheart.”

He slides behind her on the bed, resting her back against his chest as his mouth presses hot open-mouthed kisses to her neck, biting down before soothing the spot with his tongue.

He rests her large breasts in his palms, kneading and massaging as he hears her moans rise in volume.

Sam feels her clench around his fingers as he watches Thomas’ thumbs flicking her hard nipples, rolling and tugging on them until they’re rosy.

He can feel she’s close by the rhythmic fluttering against his fingers and the roll of her hips against his face, so he picks up his momentum, and within seconds, she screams his name as she comes on his face.

He presses soft kisses against the inside of her thighs as his fingers slow before he finally withdraws them, a gasp leaving her throat at the sudden empty ache between her legs.

“Come here.”

She rises on shaky limbs and crawls towards Sam, his large body caging her as he kisses her passionately. She can taste herself on his lips and it makes her core throb with need once more.

She feels a set of hands grasping her hips, before Thomas tongue blazes a scorching trail down her spine and she shivers. He rises again and whispers, “my turn.”

Sam releases her and she begins to move backwards on the bed again, but is stopped by a firm hand on her lower back. “Ah, ah, just like that.”

Her eyebrows furrow in confusion as Thomas lays on his back, and then meet her hairline in shock as he slots his face between her thighs. “There, that’s perfect. Now do me a favour and sit on my face, sweetheart.”

She mumbles something under her breath, her words completely incomprehensible other than a soft praise to God.

She lowers herself down slowly, her eyes meeting Thomas’ as her hands take refuge on Sam’s broad shoulders.

She feels his hot breath against her folds and already moans in ecstasy, her knees digging into the mattress as she hovers above him.

His hands grasp her waist as his tongue wets his lips. “I know you can do better than that, Anna. Come on, sit on it.”

She nervously giggles but sees no ounce of humour in his expression. “But won’t I… suffocate you?”

He winks as he whispers huskily, “what a way to go.”

He pushes her down and she lets herself fall, his lips immediately latching onto her tingling clit and her eyes roll back in her head.

“Fuck, Thomas, just like that.”

His tongue laps at her, cupping her tightly and flicking her bundle of nerves as she writhes on his face. Her vision goes unfocused as she surrenders herself to the waves of intense pleasure building deep within her core.

She opens her eyes to see Sam staring at her, utterly awestruck as he watches her ride another man’s face. She feels their familiar inexplicable pull as she pulls him down to her height, their tongues meeting once more as her nails dig into his shoulders.

Thomas pulls back enough to mumble against her lips, his nose bumping her clit as he speaks. “Aren’t you going to give the birthday boy a treat?”

Sam smirks against her lips as she snakes her hand between their bodies, cupping him through his pants as he lets out a deep grunt. He covers her hand with his own, lacing their fingers together as he presses further.

“Is this what you want?”

Her hands reach for his shirt buttons, deft fingers plucking them apart with surprising dexterity as she races to see what’s underneath. The shirt flies off quickly, his strong body unabashedly on full view for her.

She presses her lips against his chest, mouth trailing downwards as her hands reach for his belt, unbuckling it before she unzips his pants and slips her hand inside.

Her breath catches as she feels the weight of him in her hand, and impatiently she pulls his slacks down alongside his boxers in one hand and the other wraps around his length and strokes him.

His cock twitches as he watches her eyes widen in amazement, gasping at the sight of him.

“I didn’t… I had no idea this was the situation we were dealing with.”

Sam reaches out to cup her cheek, pulling her gaze back to his.

“Trust me, it’s the perfect size.”

He clenches his jaw and softly pumps his hips as she softly works her hand up and down the velvety skin. Sam’s eyes darken with an intensity she’s never seen before as her tongue darts out to circle his tip before licking him from base to tip. Her full lips close around the head and she moans as she revels in his taste.

She relaxes her throat as she moves to take all of him inch by inch, her eyes watering even as she keeps them trained directly on his.

He reaches out to thread his fingers through her hair, clutching a fistful of it but still allowing her to set the pace.

“You can take it all, can’t you, pretty girl?”

His abdomen tenses as she bobs her head up and down, Sam watching down in quiet astonishment as she works him into a frenzy.

He begins to thrust gently, his cock hitting the back of her throat and she moans around him, Thomas choosing that exact moment to graze his teeth across her clit.

She pulls back from Sam to whine loudly, her hand continuing to work him over as the cool air blows against his hot skin.

Her other hand falls blindly to Thomas’ hair, tugging gently as her hips gyrate against his face.

She leans back in to take Sam in her mouth again, moaning against him as Thomas’ tongue enters her, twisting and curling as she rides it.

She hollows her cheeks and increases the pressure against his cock, riveted by the guttural groan she gains from her touch.

Her name is a warning on his lips as he feels a familiar tingling at the base of his spine, yet she only goes deeper as she urges him to give her it all.

Her hands embrace his ass as she pushes him to the edge, gripping tightly as her own orgasm rips through her and the vibrations from her moan drive Sam to follow her.

Anna swallows all that he gives her as she comes down from her own high, Thomas softly lapping at her as she trembles against his face.

She feels Sam begin to pull back and she does the same, raising one knee up and pulling it over Thomas’ chest as she lies down beside him, blissfully exhausted.

Thomas runs a hand down his face as he lets out a deep breath. “You’re incredible.”

“Says the guy who just did that,” she wryly shoots back.

He chuckles as she grins at him and he rolls over, pressing a soft kiss to her swollen lips.

He looks over to see Sam sitting down on the soft sofa in the corner of his room, eyes closed as he returns from ecstasy.

“Tapping out, big boy?”

He shakes his head, shooting him a crooked smirk.

“You should be so lucky,” he jokes. “But by all means, go on ahead as this old dog takes a minute to recover.”

He glances at Anna before gesturing towards his fully clothed body. “Well, I am still awfully overdressed, wouldn’t you say?”

Her only reply is a seductive little smile as she hoists her leg over his hip and rolls herself on top of him, fingers already on a mission to work his shirt open.

She peels it off hungrily, revealing his taut chest inch by inch as her lips mark every new bare patch of skin.

His shirt is thrown on the floor, forming a pile of haphazardly thrown clothes that is soon joined by his trousers.

Her head drops to the crook of his neck, Thomas’ breathing growing laboured as her mouth works its way down the length of his chest and stomach, her tongue dipping into his belly button, before she takes the waistband of his boxers between her teeth.

“You have no idea how fucking sexy you are.”

Anna maintains eye contact with him as she pulls them down, his own eyes heavy with desire as his throbbing length springs free.

His underwear falls to the floor as she crawls back up to face him, Thomas hissing in pleasure as her wet centre makes contact with his cock, gliding over him easily as she rolls her hips.

He reaches up to gently grasp her by the nape of her neck, levelling their gazes as her nipples meet the skin of his chest.

“Enjoying yourself?”

“Immensely.”

“What do you want, Anna?”

She revels in the shudder that runs through his body as she leans down to whisper in his ear, her tongue teasing the lobe as she goes. “I want you to fuck me senseless.”

He sits them up suddenly, her arms looping around his neck. “Don’t bite off more than you can chew.”

Before she can muster up a response, her back hits the mattress, the sheets cool against the heat radiating from her body.

He’s on his knees before her, hands squeezing and caressing her outer thighs as she places them on his shoulders, eyes hooded as she stares up at him.

“What are you going to do with me?”

He presses a kiss to her inner ankle before lowering her legs to the bed. With a hand on either hip, he flips her onto her stomach effortlessly. Crawling behind her, he licks a hot path up the back of her thigh, between her cheeks and up the length of her spine before wrapping her locks around his hand and tugging. Her back arches as he pulls slightly, his other hand stroking himself as he lines up with her, the head of his cock teasing and nudging at her entrance.

“I’m going to ruin you.”

Any thoughts and chances of a reply are annihilated as he pushes inside of her slowly, her walls pulsing around him as she struggles to adjust to his size, stretching and filling her deliciously.

“Christ, Anna. How are you so fucking-”

His words are caught in his throat as she showcases exactly what he’s thinking. She clenches around him, his free hand falling to her waist as he chokes on a loud moan.

When he’s fully inside, he spreads his legs apart, knees on either side of her as she tightens around him even further. He pulls out nearly completely, slowly but surely, before burying himself to the hilt with one hard plunge.

Anna cries out, hands grasping at the sheets as he finds her spot immediately. Thomas moves deeply yet slowly at first, allowing her to get used to him as he fights to delay his impending release.

Every thrust of his hips shakes her entire frame, the cries falling from her lips like music to his ears. As he starts to pick up his pace, every flex of his hips has her clit catching the sheets, only adding to her intense pleasure.

But she needs more.

He watches her as one hand leaves the white knuckled grip of the bed, falling beneath her as her hips raise and she finds relief in the friction of her fingers. His head drops back with a groan as he realises he can finally go full throttle. He leans down against her, their slick skin pressed closely together.

“You want more, sweetheart?” His breath tickles the back of her neck, hairs standing at full height and every nerve tingling as she nods her head desperately. “Ask me for more.”

He speeds up the movement of his hips, making it near impossible for Anna to appease his wishes. The room is filled with her whimpers and moans, the only other audible note the slap of his hips against her ass.

“Tell me what you want, Anna.”

Still no reply, his hand reaches beneath her, removing her own and taking its place. She cries out, her hand grasping the hair at the nape of his neck as she arches against him.

“Tell me,” he growls as sweat drips down his temple.

“I-”

The fingers rubbing circles against her quicken as another thrust fills her and she’s rendered speechless.

“You want to come, angel? Is that it?”

His thrusts slow as he awaits her answer, the stillness in his movements punishment for him as much as it’s meant for her.

“Please, Thomas. Please let me-”

He doesn’t allow her to finish, her begging so prettily is enough for him to resume his actions and fuck her like a mad man. His body moves relentlessly, pushing her down onto his hand as she grinds against him.

His teeth tug at her ear, his breath hot against her neck as he finally lets her go.

“Come for me, Anna.”

His words push her over the edge and her mouth drops open in a silent scream, her surroundings turning to nothing as all she can focus on is the overwhelming pleasure tensing her entire body.

It could be seconds or hours by the time she reenters full consciousness, but she can feel Thomas still inside her, rock hard and throbbing with need.

He cranes his neck, watching as Sam approaches the bed, his cock standing at full attention again.

Anna winces as she feels Thomas easing out of her, missing the weight of him atop her as he climbs off of her. She turns around, confused by his sudden withdrawal.

“But you didn’t-”

“Birthday boys honour,” he gestures to Sam with a slight smirk before his gaze settles on hers again, stroking himself as he kneels before her. “Now, why don’t you open wide for me sweetheart?”

He falls back onto his haunches as he settles in line with Anna’s luscious mouth, all too eager to take him in and do whatever he likes.

She wets her lips as she takes him in her hand, her throat dry from hanging open as Thomas fucked her into oblivion.

They both rise onto their knees as she braces herself on one hand. He groans loudly as her lips wrap around him and she moans against him, tasting herself as she takes him in deeper.

Her jaw falls slack around him as she feels Sam’s hands stroking the length of her body.

“Are you ready for me, princess?”

She nods but decides it’s not enough to accurately convey just how much she wants this. She releases Thomas momentarily, only long enough to answer Sam before her mouth is back working its magic.

“Give it to me, Sam. I want to feel all of you.”

Her eyes shut tightly as he guides himself into her, her drenched core making the task effortless even as she flutters around him. Her mind goes hazy with pleasure as she hears Sam moaning loudly behind her.

She moans against Thomas as she feels Sam begin to move, taking it easy as her oversensitized body trembles.

His hands take hold of her hips, using them as leverage as he begins to move quicker. His voice drips with need as he mumbles in awe.

“Look at you taking both of us so well. Do you like getting fucked by us, Anna?”

All she can do is whine as his thrusts become more urgent, his moans picking up volume as he plunges into her again and again.

She opens her eyes to look up at Thomas, his muscles taut as his hands pull her hair away from her face. She can sense he’s close by way the muscles of his abdomen ripple under her touch and she pulls back to whisper against him.

“Fuck my mouth, Thomas.”

He gives a timid thrust and feels himself hit the back of her throat. Looking down to search Anna’s face for any sign of distress, she grabs him from behind, urging him to move against her.

His icy eyes stare down at her in disbelief, a string of curses filling the room as he picks up speed. A guttural groan leaves his lips as he hurtles towards the edge, her mouth taking all of him over and over again.

Anna moans against him as Sam drives into her with purpose, his hands reaching out to cup her breasts and massage them in his large palms.

It’s only seconds before Thomas feels his release approaching, and he manages to choke out a warning before he comes hard, filling her mouth as the weight of his climax takes the breath out of his lungs.

He rises onto weak legs, treading to the master bathroom as he leaves Sam to reach his own peak.

Sam slows his pace and doesn’t allow Anna the time to question his motives, turning her onto her back without fully pulling out, before slamming into her again and again from the new angle.

He takes both of her hands in his, interlacing their fingers as he presses his forehead against hers.

“I need to see you.”

She moans at that, her orgasm closer than ever as she brings her hips up to meet him.

He releases one hand as the other takes hold of it, falling to the small of her back and lifting her hips fully off the bed.

He grunts as he chases his climax, brows furrowed as he holds back purely to bring Anna there first.

“Whose pussy is this?”

Her voice is laboured as she fights the urge to close her eyes, instead entering a stare with Sam as she whines in pleasure.

“It’s yours. It’s always yours,” she admits in a whimper that only further fuels his desire.

Their lips meet in a frenzy, teeth clashing and tongues dangling as they both move wildly against another, desperate to feel the other come with them.

Sam feels Anna clenching around him as her fingernails dig into his hand, her moans getting louder and louder until her back arches off the bed.

“That’s it, Anna. Let me feel you come all over my cock.”

Her body thrashes as she comes, Sam’s praise in her ear prolonging her moment of ecstasy. He soon follows after her, pulling her tightly into him with a hoarse groan.

She fights to catch her breath as she feels Sam move off of her, and the last thing she remembers is a lukewarm cloth cleaning her gently before she falls into a satisfied slumber.

~~~~~~~~

Anna is pulled from her rest suddenly, grimacing in pain as she stretches her arms above her ahead and then smiling to herself as she recalls the cause of her aching body.

She feels a warm weight resting atop her and looks down to see Sam’s arm resting comfortably across her waist. His head is facing her, face peaceful as his breath tickles her skin.

She shakes her head with a silent laugh, giddy with herself for finally bedding Sam after weeks of palpable tension. She sits up quietly, noticing Thomas’ absence and looking around the room for any trace of his belongings.

When she finds none, she surmises he probably went back to his guest room after they were done, and her brows knit together in thought as she wonders what time it is.

She eases out of the bed discreetly, attempting to not wake Sam as she retreats to her own room. The last thing she wants is the twins bursting into her empty room in the morning, or worse: bursting into their father’s room where he lies naked with the nanny.

She throws on Sam’s dress shirt and walks to her bedroom slowly, wincing slightly at the pain between her legs as she moves. She startles as she hears a noise coming from the kitchen, unaware of the time but sure enough it’s the middle of the night.

As she walks into the kitchen, she’s met with the sight of Thomas’ broad and unclothed back as he searches in the fridge. She stares at him for a moment, her light footsteps letting her walk in unnoticed. His hair is disheveled and pyjama pants hang low on his hips, so she allows herself another heated glimpse before announcing her presence.

“Work up an appetite?”

He turns at the sound of her voice, deeper as she still comes out of her dream-like state. She can see his face flush from this distance anyway, no doubt remembering their activities only a few hours prior as his gaze struggles to stay on her face.

She can’t resist the thought of how utterly adorable he looks, shy to even come face to face with her after he’d prompted her to sit on that face only a few hours ago.

“Got hungry when I woke up for the little boy’s room,” he chuckles. “You’ll get that too when you’re a pensioner like us.”

He earns a crooked eyebrow at that, Anna resisting the urge to remark you certainly don’t act like a pensioner.

She smiles before she speaks. “Just don’t be eating the boys waffles, I promised them that they could have them for breakfast with Luz in the morning.”

“Understood.” He forces a serious expression onto his face. “I’ve learned to never come in between Luz and her food if I want to keep both arms, a trait she picked up from her mother.”

She watches as he smiles sadly, almost privately to himself as his eyes grow distant. She stands there silently, unwilling to break Thomas out of his thoughts and allowing him however much time he needs.

“Sorry,” he shakes himself out of it. “I don’t mean to depress you.”

“Don’t be silly, Thomas.” She reaches out to place her hand on his arm, caressing as she encourages him. “It must be so difficult, and you don’t seem to speak much about her.”

“Not so much anymore,” he agrees. “Sometimes it’s easier not to. I need to learn to let go of my rage at what happened and I can’t do that if I constantly think about the past. It won’t bring her back; all it will do is make me a bad father and I can’t risk that. I’m all Luz has now and she needs me to be the best I can be as I play both roles. Her needs come before everything else.”

“I know what you mean. That’s exactly how Sam feels.” She swallows over the lump in her throat as she shakes her head. “It’s terrible that both of you had to go through this.”

His expression is almost pained as he agrees. “It is awfully tragic that two close friends have had to go through this at our age. The only takeaway is being able to support each other through similar struggles.”

“It must have brought you two closer.”

“It did.”

“For what it’s worth, I think you’re amazing, Thomas. I can tell how much Luz adores you.” Their eyes meet at that, his eyes sparkling as he takes in her words.

“Thank you, Anna. You don’t know how much that means to me.”

His hand covers hers placed on his arm and he intertwines their fingers, resting them on his bare chest.

“Plus, if you ever do need a break, I know a nanny that loves your kid and would be more than happy to take her off your hands for a weekend.”

“You’d really do that for us?”

“Of course I would… as long as a certain lawyer comes to see me when he picks her up.”

He chuckles heartily, shaking his head in fondness.

“You’re something else, Anna, you know that?”

Her eyes crinkle as she grins at him, “I try.”

He reaches out tenderly to brush a stray lock of hair behind her eyes, leaving his hand resting on her cheek.

“You don’t know how much I wish…”

He breaks off as he forces himself to stop what he’s saying.

“What is it, Thomas?”

You don’t know how much I wish I’d met you first.

The warmth of his hand on her skin radiates through her body like fire. Time seems to stop, both of them holding their breath, as their gazes lock.

She turns her head slowly, placing a hot kiss to his palm and he needs to stop himself from moaning aloud.

It’s still tonight.

Thomas’ breath catches for the briefest moment of hesitation before whatever doubts he had leave his eyes, and he surges forward to press his lips to hers.

His teeth scrape against her bottom lip, one hand buried in her hair, the other gripping her waist. Her lips part for his tongue.

She lets out a moan as Thomas slowly backs her against the countertop, urging her closer. His hands come under her thighs and he hoists her up. She wraps her legs around his waist, and her arms encircle his neck as she slides back on the smooth surface.

His breath is rough on her neck as he trails kisses up and across her jaw. “Is this alright?”

“This is perfect.”

She trails one hand down Thomas’ back, feeling the warmth of his skin, before encouraging him closer with her heels digging into his ass.

He leaves a whisper of a kiss in the hollow just below her earlobe and whispers in her ear.

“I could barely sleep for thinking about you tonight.” He pants as he rolls his hips against her, his length straining against his pants as he presses into her.

“What-”

She arches her head back as he kisses down her neck, heat blossoming on every patch of skin his lips meet, and she reaches up to tangle one hand in his hair.

“What about me?”

He pulls down the sleeves of the shirt, easily done as it hangs off of her, edging them over her shoulders as his mouth rains fire against every inch of her bare skin. He pulls it down further, his eyes growing heavy as he cups her full breasts and circles her nipples with his thumbs. Her head drops back with a gasp as his lips leave a hot trail of wet kisses over the rise of her breasts. Her hands fall to his thick hair as he latches onto her hardening pink buds, biting softly before soothing them with his tongue as she lets out a whimper.

“About those pretty noises you make for me.”

She gently tugs his face upward to bring their lips together again, hungry, searching.

He gasps from the fervour of her kisses, crushing her against him with shaking hands, his breaths quick and hot against her skin.

His hands push up the hem of the shirt, bunching it around her waist and he chokes on a groan as he realises she failed to put her panties back on.

He strokes two fingers up the inside of her thigh and through her centre, pleased to find her wet and ready for him again.

“And if you really taste as sweet as I remember.”

He withdraws his hand, lifting it to his lips as he maintains eye contact with her and sucks on his glistening digits.

“W-well?”

He smirks as he pulls her by her knees to the edge of the surface, her bare chest now tight against his. “Even better.”

She crushes her lips to his in a bruising kiss, her need for him frantic as she works her arms out of her shirt completely and throws them around his shoulders.

“I need you.”

He pushes his pants down urgently, sitting below his hips as his cock springs free. He bends down slightly, foreheads coming together as he sinks inside of her slowly.

She lets out a sigh as she lifts her hips to take him in, her fingernails digging crescents into his skin as she works through the tenderness from their escapades only hours before.

“Relax, sweetheart. You can take it, I know you can.”

He reaches up to cradle her head in one hand, the other on the small of her back as he holds her in place and begins to move.

The energy in the air feels different as he keeps his pace unhurried and languid, a more intimate connection brewing between them as his hips meet hers time and time again.

Soon enough, her desperation gets the best of her and she urges him to go faster, her body rattling as he pounds into her.

One particular deep thrust has her on the cusp of a scream, and Thomas reaches up to cover her mouth as he huffs out a laugh.

“As much as I enjoy you screaming my name, you need to be quiet for this one.”

His eyes roll back as she bites into his palm, eyes locked on him as she stifles the lusty moan bubbling in her throat.

Her breath comes in shaky gasps as she feels her orgasm near, and he moves more intently as he recognises it too. “Are you going to come for me, Anna? You’ve been such a good girl. You deserve it.”

His words push her over the edge and her body tenses as she comes, the rhythmic clenching of her pulling Thomas over with her. He clings to her tightly as he lets out a deep grunt, burying his face in her shoulder to stop himself from crying out.

His heart races as he pulls out of her slowly, his length softening as he keeps one arm around her, the other pulling his pants up.

He takes one look at her and can see the blissful exhaustion seeping through her bones, so he bends to extend an arm beneath her knees and takes her in his arms, deciding on the way whose room he’s going to carry her to.

~~~~~~~~

“Anna! Are you ready? The bridal boutique is holding this appointment for us!”

Sofia’s shrill voice brings Anna back to present day as her head snaps in the direction of her closed bedroom door.

“Just a minute!”

She scrambles onto her feet and rushes over to the vanity in her bedroom at the Italian villa, looking in the mirror and attempting to wipe the streaks from under her eyes even as new tears cling to her lashes.

Her hand aches and her eyebrows knit together before she looks down to see the item still in a vice-like grip between her fingers. She slowly releases it, placing it on the tabletop as she breathes like she’s run a marathon.

Two pink lines agonise her before she meets her reflection in the mirror, a broken woman on the cusp of devastation staring back at her unrecognisable face.

Fuck.

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Author’s Note II: I had a full other ending written out and changed this at the last minute lol. So… who do you think the daddy is? 💀

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writertitan · 4 years ago

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have you eve done the fluff alphabet before? They can be kind of long but I'd love to hear your thoughts on Levi!

this is so cute, i’ve never done a fluff alphabet! this is the one i’ve seen go around by @snk-warriors (so cute thank u for sharing)

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

I think Levi is the type of partner who starts up a new hobby with a partner as a way of bonding with them. Like, the two of you just get super into candle-making together lmao. I think he’d want to spend most of his free time with his partner, even if it’s just in comfortable silence. He really appreciates feeling safe with his person and relishes in the mundane.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

I’ll say it before and I’ll say it again. Levi doesn’t really have a physical type. He really pays attention to people’s character first. He would really admire how his partner is constantly trying to be their best self, and admires their strength, and he thinks it’s beautiful that they can see the good in life, because it helps him see the good in life too. He would absolutely love the most random parts of your body, though. Maybe it’s your cheekbones, maybe it’s the shape of your hands. Something that he thinks is so unique to you.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Levi is not a man of many words a lot of the time, but he is a man of action. If his partner is feeling down in any way, he’s there physically to help you through it. Over time, he makes little mental notes of what seems to help and what doesn’t, so that he can continue doing the things that help you and stop doing the things that don’t. If you prefer just being held for a while, no talking, he catches on quickly and offers himself up. If you need to talk, he listens and makes sure you know you’re the only thing in the world he’s paying attention to at that moment. He’ll know how you’ve calmed yourself down in the past, before he was in the picture, and takes up that ritual himself. Did you make yourself some mac and cheese to cheer yourself up in the past? He knows the recipe now, too. Very action-based man.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Levi, especially canon Levi, has trouble envisioning any sort of long-term future for himself. He’s just living his life one day at a time and pushing through. However, with a partner in his life, he indulges himself with little visions of the future. Things like marriage, children, are blurry wishes to him tbh, not out of the question but things that he won’t allow himself to indulge in. They’re kind of a given if you’re serious, and that’s enough to satisfy him. But near-future things are things he often thinks about. He wants to live with his partner, wants to think about how they’ll spend their next anniversary, he often thinks about what you both will be doing together for the holidays. Those futures comfort him immensely.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

I think it is actually rather equal with Levi. He has so much baggage of his own, that a partner willing to share the load would make him feel really safe. But, I think he’d subconsciously be more of the dominant figure. He dedicates himself to his loved ones, and would do anything for them, and his partner would feel that tenfold.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Levi definitely is an, “I’m too old for this shit” type of guy when it comes to fights with his partner lmfao. He’s not about the dramatics of fighting. I don’t think he’d really ever yell at his partner or vice versa. The fights would have a snarky energy - I can see him snapping at his partner sometimes, or making an infamous sarcastic remark when he’s irritated - but Levi would honestly rather just discuss the problem bluntly and get it out of the way. But my god, the man wouldn’t back down until it was all cleared up.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

SO GRATEFUL. I think Levi would be so thankful to have his partner in his life. He knows he’s a tough nut to crack, so having someone finally get through to him is scary but wonderful. He sees everything you do for him and I think he’d honestly be so emotional about even the littlest things, because he’s so used to taking care of everyone else. It’s almost uncomfortable for him to know that someone is unconditionally loving him, but he’s grateful he has that love. Never takes it for granted.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Per the above, Levi is a tough nut to crack, and I think it would take a really, really long time to fully open him up. Like, a really long time. Honestly, he may not ever completely open up about his past because it can be so dark, but that doesn’t mean that he would actively keep secrets from you. If anything, his partner would know him the best out of everyone. While he may keep some stuff about his past in the dark, everything else is no secret. He’ll tell you about his day, about what’s going on with his friends, all that good stuff.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

I think Levi with a partner would be a little softer, and a little more optimistic. I also think a big thing that Levi would change would be his ability to compromise (because I think it’s hard for him to compromise). He’d definitely be a lot happier and kinder to himself with a partner around. And, in private, he’d allow himself to be more vulnerable and actually show his emotions. Levi is a pretty level-headed person as well, and I think he would pass that trait on to his partner.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Levi is not a jealous person, but he’s very protective of his partner!! This is the hill I die on!!! He is always looking out for you, so if someone does hit on you, he watches to see how you react. If it’s funny to you, it’s funny to him, but if it’s creepy to you, then he’s already cracking his knuckles.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

I don’t want to roast this lovely man but I don’t think he’d be a great kisser at first LMAO. He’s so not used to being loved. Levi is touch-starved, confirmed on Tanny’s blog. I think the first kiss is okay at best, definitely awkward, and Levi definitely doesn’t really know what to do. He’s a quick learner, though. He’s a good kisser in no time, after learning how you like to be kissed, and after finally getting him to believe it’s okay to be affectionate.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

I picture it as word vomit (Levi’s version of word vomit tho, which is like, a couple of sentences). He’d confess his feelings for you once he just can’t physically keep the words in anymore. He’d definitely fight against it for a while but then the word vomit happens. I think, specifically, his first “I love you” would be quite intimate and very quiet, just a whisper in your ear when he finally realizes it. Realizing he loves you would be much easier for him than realizing he has feelings for you, so he wouldn’t even hesitate with saying it first, the sweet boi.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

I don’t think Levi had ever considered marriage before meeting you. But after meeting you, that would likely change if you wanted to get married. He’d want to spend his life with his partner, and whether that means marriage or not, it doesn’t quite matter to him. Just the promise of being together is good enough for him. If the two of you do decide to get married, it’s no frills. Tbh, there’s no elaborate proposal from Levi, but he makes sure that he formally asks you and that it’s special to the two of you. Maybe he’d ask you at the place you first met/kissed/etc. The marriage itself would be just as lovely and peaceful as the relationship with him beforehand. Not much changes, except both you and Levi acknowledge there’s an added commitment as spouses. I think both of you would really cherish your new titles as spouses.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

Levi doesn’t strike me as the type to give their S/O nicknames like babe, baby, etc. but I’m sure he’d have a specific nickname that only he uses for you. Other than that, just calling his partner by their name is enough.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

Levi’s quite the stoic man, so while he presents that way to the rest of the world, his loved ones can actually see the difference between an “in love” Levi vs. a “not in love” Levi. It’s not that it’s a huge difference, he’s just softer somehow, and there’s more peace within his eyes, and he even smiles more. Levi’s not a huge fan of PDA, so he’s not prone to showing a lot of affection in front of others. In private, it’s a different story. Once he gets comfortable with affection, he’s more receptive and more giving. In front of others, he’s more comfortable holding hands or putting his hand on your back. He may not be a fan of PDA, but his eyes are on you frequently, and anyone who catches him looking at you can see how much he loves his partner.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Like I said above, not a fan of PDA. Doesn’t mean Levi’s secretive about his relationship at all. He’s proud to have his partner and proud to talk about his partner when the topic comes up. He’d be quite shy/uncomfortable kissing in front of others. Maybe not a fan of kisses on the lips, but he’d be more okay with forehead kisses, cheek kisses, etc.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

Levi is so protective over his partner don’t @ me, and it just also means he’s naturally more attentive. He’d notice if your mood changes, he’d notice if something was “off” with you, he’d definitely remember you mentioning wanting something in passing and then gift it for your birthday/Christmas/a random Tuesday like MONTHS later. Memory of an elephant and more tuned into emotions than people give him credit for.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

Again, not overtly romantic. Levi is a straightforward person, very practical, and very simple. But he’d give his partner the moon if he could. He believes in making things special, though, so I think he would actually put some thought/creativity in romantic actions rather than going for something cliché.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Oh absolutely. Levi is so supportive of his S/O and is happy to help with achieving any goal. He truly believes you can do whatever you put your mind to. You could lean on Levi for help with anything. He’s not one to make fun of your dreams. He’d just give his best advice and help you get a move on.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Levi definitely prefers routine. He’s a simple man with simple pleasures, and his whole life has been quite unpredictable, so he really loves the simple things in your relationship. Loves your morning routine, your night routine, loves weekly date nights. Of course, he’d enjoy trying new things with his partner, but he legitimately can’t get enough of what other might see as “mundane” parts of a relationship, because he thought he’d never get to experience that.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Levi knows his S/O like the back of his hand. He wants to know everything about them but is also respectful if it takes time for you to open up. He can be empathetic, but it takes time for him to get there tbh. He would be uncomfortable with blatant emotional conversations at first, just give him time. He just wants you to be comfortable with him at the end of the day and vice versa.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

Levi’s S/O is so goddamn lucky tbh. He would never, ever take his partner for granted. He’s slow to get the hang of a serious relationship, that’s true, but he’s always trying his hardest to make the relationship be as good as it is. The best part is that Levi doesn’t lose himself in a relationship, however. He values his partner and prioritizes them, but you’d never catch yourself in a codependent relationship with this man. He wants you to be your own person and he wants that for himself, too. You’re one of his most important relationships, if not the most important one, but he understands that you are your own person and he is his own person.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

Levi wears a ring with your initials carved on the inside.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

In public, again, not the most blatantly affectionate. In private, he’s more into it. He loves having his arms around you or vice versa. He just likes having the warmth of his partner there, doesn’t need to be something very sexual or very physical.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

Levi would be more irritable if he’s without his S/O for some time imo. Have a week long trip you have to go on? He misses you more and more with each passing day, and he gets bitchier with each passing day. He does take it out on everyone else (poor fellas). If he’s not pissy, he’s otherwise quiet and just focuses on his own stuff until he sees you again.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Levi is extremely protective of his S/O and would literally put his life on the line for them. He’s kind of dramatic in that way, but he would rather suffer in your place any day. He would do anything for his partner.

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