Iced Coffee in Winter

20-something Rivetra writer. she/her. always drinking iced coffee, especially in winter. Requests are OPEN! 18+ only. Minors, do not interact.

[atthebrinksofstories]

A Rivetra commission from the fanfic “Sunflower Fields” for @heybeybey , it’s a farmgirl!Petra x King!Levi fanfic. Check it out !

This another artwork in part with this, The videos where too big so had to separate them

[heybeybey]

@atthebrinksofstories I’M SCREAMING

thank you so much 🥺🥺🥺 it perfectly captured how I envisioned them while writing the fic

[theangelofprague]

[cerezaharuno]

Valentine's Day & Wedding Day

[dsalinaplays]

I feel personally attacked.

[pathetic-gamer]

In conclusion: now kiss

[captain-natey]

Sketch please : Rivetra under an umbrella <3

From my high school au :)

[sleeperswakewriting]

canonverse Levi and cottage!Petra incoming for a quick smutty prompt 👀

When Petra left to pick strawberries this morning, she didn’t expect to help the runaway Commander of the Scouts, or that Levi Ackerman, Humanity’s Strongest, would be sleeping in her bed. But here she was, preparing a stew from the fresh vegetables of her garden and the rabbit that she trapped at dawn, with Captain Levi sleeping soundly, wrapped in bandages. 

[sleeperswakewriting]

Levi teaches Petra how to whistle

That’s it, that’s the story! And everyone lives!

[sleeperswakewriting]

Petra and Levi pretend to be dating each other in order to get a very expensive type of tea for free.

hehe, this was cute, thanks for the prompt!

Rating: G

Captain Levi, first and foremost, was a professional. Despite his dour attitude, his colorful choice of language, and his rogueish appearance, he valued the rules. 

One of which was Erwin’s very strict policy: no couples allowed on the same squad. 

It made sense and Levi supported it. He never had an issue with his squad given that the only female was Petra, Eld was taken, he was pretty sure Oluo had a crush on him, and the jury was still out on Gunther. Levi valued his harmonious squad, even if they could be knuckleheads sometimes. 

Which is what made this particular choice difficult. Because while Levi was a professional, he also had one vice in life: tea. 

It wasn’t a secret. The squad gifted him a teacup as an out-of-the-blue thank-you gift, and he was rather touched. Once in a while, Erwin dropped off some fancy leaves he’d get from his family in Sina. And he’d be lying if he didn’t fall prey to Hange’s ‘unique’ blends, even if his mouth suffered the consequences. 

But the local shop had acquired an extremely unique blend that could only be sampled in store. A flowering tea, a delicacy that nobles were usually only privy to was in stock, and it was best enjoyed in a glass teapot, another item that Levi didn’t own. Normally, he’d just cough up the money and say fuck it, but the price was more than he could justify. However, there was one caveat. 

Couples got to sample it for free if they elected to go with the tea shop for their wedding caterer. And while Levi was a professional, he didn’t mind lying, especially if it was a white lie in the name of delicious tea. 

This is what brought him to Petra’s bedroom door, looking pitiful as he debated on knocking. He already knew she liked tea, though not to the degree he did. She enjoyed a good pot now and then, and she was the best brewer besides Levi. They were good friends even outside of their professional bounds, with her knowing about his life in the Underground, and he, hearing about her ambitions and homely family within Wall Rose. She was amiable, even if her temper could be short, and he wasn’t about to fuck up their friendship over free tea. 

About to turn on his heel back to his office, the door swung open, revealing Petra with a surprised expression. 

“Sir?” 

Now was the time to make up an excuse. Or run away if he was feeling cowardly. But instead, the words that tumbled out were, “Do you want to pretend to be engaged to get fancy free tea?”

Petra blinked. Once. Twice. And then she started laughing, doubling over while holding her stomach. Dressed in civilian clothes, she appeared ready for an outing anyway. She tossed a tote bag over her shoulder and looped her arm through his, a coy grin peeking from her lips. 

“Is this one of Captain Levi’s famous heists?”

He poked her ribs. “Oi, we’re not stealing anything, we’re just taking advantage of a free deal. If anyone sees us, that’s our story.”

“What if someone says something? Everyone knows who you are! Honorable Captain Levi—”

Levi snorted and ignored the way his heart skipped a beat as she edged closer to him. “When it comes to tea, honor is off the table. You in or you out?”

Hand trailing down his arm, Petra threaded their fingers together and examined their hands with a thoughtful look. “We’ll need a ring,” she said, giggling. “And we’ll have to make up some sappy story to play it up. But not too extravagant so word doesn’t get out and it makes the papers.” 

Rolling his eyes, Levi dragged her from the barracks, wondering if he was going to regret this. Mischief lined his eyes, his steps lighter than usual as he wrapped an arm around her waist and whispered into her ear, “Rule one of heists. Keep it simple.”

Petra fumbled, her cheeks blooming into a flame as she braced herself against her captain. “G-got it,” she stammered out, then remembered her composure. With a playfully wicked gleam, she gestured to town. “Shall we?”

—

Tea always soothed Levi. Whether it was the aroma, the cheerful clink of each step in the process, or merely sitting with a piping cup and a hot kettle, Levi felt relaxed as he leaned back in his chair. Petra, on the other hand, nervously fidgeted as she looked back and forth, her skin flushed pink. A glass teapot with a magenta flower inside sat between them and Levi gave her a sidelong glance. 

“Don’t you want some? It’s good.” He picked up the card containing the tasting notes. Reading aloud, “Not just a drink, but an experience, one that will make timeless memories.” He gave a soundless grunt. “Tea leaves are bound with natural edible flowers and hand-sewn into heart-shaped tea flowers. Jasmine, Pomegranate, and Strawberry.” Handing the card to her, he grinned. “You like strawberries, don’t you Ral?”

Picking up a scone, Petra bit into it, mumbling, “Don’t tease me, sir.”

“I’m not.” Taking her cup, he poured a bit of the magenta tea into the white porcelain. “You came all this way, so you should try it. Here.”

She folded her arms. “No.” 

Irritation grew like thorns and Levi narrowed his gaze. “Are you upset about earlier? I thought you were having fun.”

Blushing from the root of her hair to her neck, Petra groaned. “I was! And then you had to go and call me the love of your life to the waiter.” Looking at her shoes, Petra hung her head. “You can’t just go around saying that to someone, they might get the wrong idea!” 

Smirking, Levi crossed his legs and took another sip of the delicious tea. “Oh? And what kind of ideas are those?”

Seconds away from throwing a scone at his head, Petra bristled. “The kind where you get a subordinate’s hopes up!”

[sleeperswakewriting]

Petra and Erwin are siblings, but they keep in secret in the military. It would be fun that Erwin discovered his beloved sister and best friend had feeling for each other, or Levi misunderstood the closeness between Petra and Erwin.👀

god, this prompt had me cackling all day anon, thank you. this is pure crack.

Rating: T (mentions of sex, cursing)

Levi knows he’s not the most astute guy around. When it comes to numbers, diagrams, and thinking outside the box, that’s all Erwin and Hange. Battle formations? Go ask Mike. Brute strength and being quick on your feet—that’s Levi’s forte. 

But he’ll be damned if you call him a fool. 

Sure, sometimes he lacks tact, and his social skills have room for growth, but he thought things were going well between him and Petra. Little flirtations grew to kissing, to casual sex, and even though they hadn’t had the dreaded conversation of what are we? Levi thought things were going well. Or as normal people call it, going steady. Not official. Putting labels on things made matters messy, and Levi thought he and Petra were on the same page where for now, they were just having fun. 

It wasn’t even just about the sex (though Levi wondered how he went so long without it), it was their nightly tea time, their casual stroll into town on weekends, and though he’d be loathed to admit it, the massages they gave each other after training was a plus as well. The word boyfriend seems foolish, after all, he was her captain, but maybe formalities were necessary. 

Levi is not a clingy man. But when he sees Petra exiting Erwin’s office, a giggle on her lips, and then the commander picking her up and hugging her with a swing of his beefy arms, Levi nearly rips her from Erwin and kisses her against the wall just to show him she’s his.

But they aren’t official, and such actions might be interpreted as a jealous rage. Levi observes with a burning gaze while Petra tucks her blonde locks around her ears with that crinkle in her nose he loves so much. Erwin waves, the smile on his face uncharacteristic that it makes Levi want to vomit. He knows Petra and Erwin are close; she’s a member of Special Ops, which gives the squad more face time with the Commander, and she’s even accompanied him on debriefing meetings in Sina. As far as Levi could tell, Petra just liked to get out of the barracks once in a while, but maybe there was some ulterior motive for her travels. 

Petra trails down the corridor until Erwin calls for her, telling her to wait. She turns, and Erwin holds a brass clip in his hand, a hair clip, and gives it to her with a sheepish rub of his neck. 

Levi’s had it. Infidelity is one thing, but hypocrisy is enough to make his blood boil, and Levi emerges from the shadows, snarling, “Bastard.”

“Captain!”

“Levi!” Petra and Erwin say together, their blue eyes in shock. Levi fights down their look of being caught, their little clandestine meeting interrupted by him.

Erwin clears his throat, eyeing the papers in Levi’s fist. “Reports done?” he asks cheerfully. 

Levi shoves the stack into Erwin’s chest, not meeting the taller man’s gaze as he stares at Petra. “You can forget tonight’s tea, Petra. I’ll see you around.” 

Petra’s voice breaks. “W-wait, Levi!” and she shoots a nervous look to Erwin, biting her lip, and returns to Levi. “I like our tea time,” she says in a quiet voice. “And going into town with you. I can explain—“

The bitterness in Levi’s throat surprises him. “Look, Ral,” she flinches at the sound of her last name, “I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing or how you usually do this kind of thing, but I’m not interested if you’re going to sleep around with the Commander too—“

And that’s when Levi sees it. Erwin’s fist, making a crash collision with Levi’s face, a fist he hadn’t seen in five years since he and Erwin brawled in the Underground. Levi’s faster and he dodges, landing a kick into Erwin’s stomach. Petra yelps, covering her mouth while Erwin grunts, standing up, his cerulean gaze murderous.

Levi raises an unphased eyebrow. “What, she didn’t tell you?”

Erwin’s voice is dangerous, his figure towers over the two of them. He speaks to Petra first. “When I told you I supported you and Levi, I didn’t mean like that.”

Petra groans, her features more exasperated than worried. Levi’s a little offended that she’s so blase about being caught, but she stomps her foot in a childish protest. “Seriously, Erwin? I’m an adult! Adults. Have. Sex.” 

Wondering if he got hit on the head since Levi wasn’t sure what universe Petra would ever speak to her commander so freely, he just gapes at her like a goldfish while Erwin pinches the bridge of his nose bridge. 

Erwin sighs, a vein twitching in his forehead. “Stop it!” 

“You started it!” Petra exclaims, gesturing between him and Levi. “You’re both acting like boars!”

“Can someone please tell me what the fuck is going on?” Levi asks, breaking up whatever odd feud is happening between Petra and Erwin. If he didn’t know any better, they were fighting like siblings. He remembers Isabel and her brattiness and how he and Farlan would have to—

The pieces come together. 

Blonde hair. 

Blue eyes. 

Same annoyed expression. 

“You’re fucking your brother?!” Levi shouts, and that’s when Erwin fumes, pushing Levi into his office while Petra shuts the door behind them. 

“Keep your voice down!” Petra hisses and Levi is sure he’s about to vomit. “And of course we aren’t sleeping together, what the hell is wrong with you?!” Petra adds, smacking him upside the head, earning a smirk from Erwin. 

“Please tell me what’s going on,” Levi groans, sitting down while Erwin pours him a glass of bourbon, trying to make sense of everything. 

Erwin leans back in his chair and folds his hands on the back of his head. “You just said it, Levi. Petra and I are half-siblings. We have the same mother.”

Levi glares, as if not quite believing them. “You’re over ten years older than her.” 

“Errr, it’s a bit complicated, sir,” Petra starts, playing with her hands. “Erwin was born out of wedlock, but since his family is wealthy, his father took him in. Part of the agreement the Smiths made was for my mom to go back to her village and forget about Erwin and his father. She married my dad and then had me. She didn’t tell me about Erwin until I signed up for the Scouts, I guess she thought it would be inevitable me and the Commander would cross paths, so she wanted to make sure I was aware. I told Erwin as soon as I enlisted, and the rest is history. We’re still getting to know each other,” Petra says with a smile. “Since we’ve only known each other for three years. But it seems like ODM skills run in the family, ha! We don’t tell anyone because we don’t want it to look like Erwin is showing me favoritism.”

Levi isn’t amused, but embarrassment slowly trickles in. Hopeful, he forces a smile. “So me and you….”

“Are fine,” Petra finishes sheepishly. “I really, uh, like you, sir. I hope to keep getting to know you better as well.” She’s blushing by now, and Erwin squares his shoulders, giving an uncomfortable cough. 

“Now that that’s straightened out, I have something to tell the Captain.” Expression completely serious, Erwin glares at Levi, his eyebrows knitted together in consternation. “Don’t hurt her.”

For the second time in Levi’s life, he’s afraid of Erwin Smith. He gulps. “Yes, sir.”

Erwin grins. “Excellent. Petra, you’re going to help me with paperwork tonight.”

“But Erwin—!“ Petra yells, and Erwin laughs. 

“I’m kidding.”

Relief hits both Levi and Petra, but before they can leave, Erwin opens his desk drawer and flicks a square packet in Levi’s direction. He catches it with one hand until he realizes what it is, and he drops it as if burned. 

It’s a condom.

“What the fuck, Eyebrows?!”

“Use protection!” Erwin says, and Petra is dragging Levi out of the Commander’s office, face beet red. 

“And let me know if I can grab you kids anything. Snacks, more condoms—“

“GOODBYE, ERWIN!” Petra shouts and runs back to the Special Ops barracks.

[sabrinathe20somethingwitch]

HAHAHA “you’re fucking your brother?!” EMILY I AM DEAD PURE CRACK I LOVE IT

[nicolanoodles]

@sabrinathe20somethingwitch HERE YA GO BABE

*cereal advert voiceover*: it looks like a romantic dinner, tastes like it too - but it’s a smut fic!

Now with 80% more praise kink!

Enjoy :)

Reprise (Curtain Call pt 2)

Petra thanks Levi for all the support.

Words: 1385

It was official. Everything was coming up Petra. Earlier that week she had got the confirmation she had spent days sweating over - she had secured her new job as columnist at Green Wings magazine. Shortly after, her resignation had been accepted at her current workplace and she was now sitting at a table of her favourite fancy ass Italian restaurant courtesy of her very supportive boyfriend. She sipped her wine and smiled at the image in front of her; Levi scowling at the menu as he tried to decipher the dishes presented.

“Babe what’s Italian for ‘big ass bowl of tomato pasta’?”

Petra hid a giggle and pointed to the ‘Penne al Pomodoro’ listed in the main dishes. She knew Levi didn’t always feel comfortable ordering at, what he coined ‘fucking flashy ass restaurants’ - he would much rather sit in the quiet cafe round the corner from their apartment sipping tea in his own oddly endearing way and watching the world quietly amble by. But he had wanted to mark her achievement and she appreciated the effort he had gone to to make it special for her.

The waiter took their order and refilled their drinks. Levi raised his wine glass, “To the new columnist of Green Wings”.

Petra raised her glass and countered with a toast of her own, “To the boyfriend that talked some sense into me that week, thank you sweetie I honestly don’t know how I would’ve got through that interview”.

He reached over and lifted her hand in his, bringing her fingers to his lips to brush a gentle kiss there. Her partner was a man of few words but Petra was well aware of the love and care tucked into his actions. She threaded her fingers through his and the pair sat in comfortable silence waiting for their food.

_______________________

“Oh my god that seafood ravioli was amazing”

Levi thanked the waiter, handing back the bill, “Glad you enjoyed it, you sure you didn’t want dessert?”

“No thanks I’m definitely ready to slob out in pyjamas now”. Petra slung her purse onto her shoulder and the pair made their way out of the dining room. They walked down the corridor towards the cloakroom, Petra’s arm threaded through Levi’s. Her attention honed in on one room in particular and she abruptly stopped in front of the doorway.

Levi nearly fell backwards at Petra’s sudden halt and he looked at her, confused before following her gaze to the room adjacent to them. A small, intimate function room, half set up and seemingly abandoned in favour of the dinner rush. Red velvet curtains hung luxuriously from the tall windows whilst an ornate chandelier offered a soft, inviting glow. A devilish expression took over her features.

“You know, I think I have room for dessert after all”.

Before he could fully process her words, Petra had pushed him into the function room and slammed the door behind them. She pulled him into a bruising kiss, every inch of her pressed against him. He could taste the wine on her lips, her sweet rose perfume engulfing his senses as they stumbled towards one of the table settings. The back of Levi’s legs bumped against a chair and Petra pushed at his shoulders, encouraging him to sit. He stared up at her, a coy smile now adorning her face as she tucked her hair behind her ears and sank to her knees.

Oh fuck was she serious?

The answer came in the form of her pulling his belt buckle undone. Levi’s heartbeat thumped in his ears as he stared at her wide eyed. Fuck.

“I’ve had a lovely evening baby”, she purred undoing his fly, “Thank you for helping me these past few weeks”.

She tugged at his trousers and began palming him through his underwear, “Let me help you with something now”. She took out his hardened cock and dragged her tongue slowly across his length, wrapping her hand round him as she lavished attention to his head.

Shit she was gonna kill him.

His fingers curled in her hair as she took him fully into her mouth. His hips bucked into her as her tongue swirled round him. He couldn’t stop the moan that dragged from his throat as she took him deeper, the image of her cheeks hollowing as she fluttered innocent lashes from her position on the plush carpeted floor making heat rise up his neck. Her ruby red lipstick had already left a stain near his base. Levi let out a shaky breath. He tilted his head back, letting her work magic with her mouth, her nimble fingers gently squeezing at his balls. His head lolled back as she took him deeper, her triumphant hum sending a frisson of bliss through him.

She released him with an audible pop, biting her lip as she dragged her nails down the thick muscles of his thighs. She stood, wrapping one leg round his waist. He caressed the silken skin of her calf as she took her place on his lap, lining him up to her wetness.

But before she could take him in, he placed a hand firmly on her thigh, eyes glinting dangerously as he ran his thumb closer to her centre.

“Didn’t think I’d just let you get away with doing all that without returning the favour did you?”. Without warning he nudged her panties out the way and began rubbing circles on her clit. Petra let out a gasp in surprise as the pleasure hit her. His thumb pressed harder as he whispered into her ear, “That’s it sweetie, you think you can stay quiet for me?”. Petra nodded before burying her face in his shoulder, attempting to stifle the moan she elicited as he slid a slender digit into her folds.

“That’s my good girl”

The world shrank to his hands on her body. Nothing outside of his fingers working within her existed as they beckoned her towards paradise. She writhed on his lap as he stroked and circled and rubbed. His other hand snaked up into her hair, pulling her head back gently to give access to the sensitive flesh of her neck, licking and sucking at her pulse point.

When her climax peaked she threw her head up, only to have him swallow her moans with his own lips crashing against hers. Without further preamble, he pushed his member roughly into her with a grunt. They began a brutal pace, Petra bouncing on his cock as he palmed her breast through the black fabric of her dress. It was Levi’s turn to bury his face in the crook of her neck, “You feel so good, wrapped around my dick baby”. Petra could only gasp at the overstimulation. Her nails dug into his shoulder blades through his shirt earning a raspy, “Fuck” from her lover.

His voice reverberated against the shell of her ear, “Tell me what you want”.

She pleaded breathlessly, “Harder Levi”.

That was all the permission he needed. In one swift motion, he grabbed her ass and hoisted her onto the table in front. Petra keened as both legs were placed on his shoulders - true to his word he drove deeper, beads of sweat now visible on his temple.

“Such a good girl, taking my cock so well”

The table groaned ominously underneath them but neither cared, too lost in pleasure. Petra slapped her hand over her mouth to cover her cries as her walls clenched around him. Levi’s hips stuttered, brows knitted as his own release crept up.

“Pet-“

Petra mewled underneath him, “Come for me sweetie”

He spilled inside her with one last thrust, a visible shudder running through the muscles of his back. For a minute they lay there, both floating back to earth from their high, Levi placing soft kisses over her chin; Petra combing her fingers through the silky black locks.

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They straightened themselves and stuck their heads out to make sure the coast was clear. They quickly collected their coats and stepped out into the chilly night air. Levi held Petra close against the cold as they waited for a taxi. Once in the vehicle, Levi’s hands couldn’t help wandering down to her knee, toying with the hem of her dress.

Ready to slob out in pyjamas.

Yeah right.

END

[sabrinathe20somethingwitch]

BITCH YES PRAISE KINK

[sabrinathe20somethingwitch]

I am so honored to be your first anon🥰and thank you for writing excited godparent Hanji. I love it!

Your suger daddy/baby rivetra popped up into my head again👀 So, may I ask that Petra dressed up their baby girl as an angel, while wearing the devil sexy lingerie to seduce Levi?👉👈

First AND Second ANON BABE! thanks again for the prompt! 🥰🥳✨

I'm always taking requests y'all!

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She’s doing it on purpose, the minx. It’s bad enough that she even put on the damned costume to begin with, showing off and prancing around the house — including, bending over the countertops, she knows what she’s doing — and then made him leave the house with a hard-on. It’s their baby girl’s first Halloween and even though she’s only six months old, Petra has insisted on trick-or-treating around the neighborhood, which is bad enough, considering it’s fucking freezing outside, but no, she continued to wear the fucking thing. He’s had to endure an entire evening of his wife, dressed in next to nothing, being ogled at by the lecherous fathers on their block and he’s sick of it.

She’s clad in tight, black leather pants and tied herself into a burgundy corset, complete with lace detailing against the fabric and frills lining the cups, accentuating her full breasts. Her figure is still softened from pregnancy, so her outfit deliciously hugs each curve and dip of her body. Despite the fact that she’s opted for a pair of white Keds sneakers on her feet — “For maximum comfort, honey! We might end up walking a few miles tonight!” — she’s also chosen to wear a pair of tiny, red horns on her head, finishing her devil ensemble. She walks along the sidewalk as he dutifully pushes the stroller behind her, so he’s forced to simply watch as her ass bounces with every step. She’s carrying their daughter against her hip, who she’s ironically dressed as an angel, and she’s far too busy pointing out the various Halloween menageries that are haphazardly littered around their neighbors’ yards to notice that her husband is miserable.

Levi shivers and wraps his jacket tightly around himself. He’d just gotten home from the hospital after a particularly grueling surgery when she had begged him to go out — “You can’t miss your daughter’s first Halloween!” — so he didn’t even have time to change out of his thin, black scrubs before she was shoving him out the door. He groans, “Sweetheart, how much longer? It’s almost 8:00, Kuchel’s going to get cranky soon.”

“Just a few more houses, honey!” He grits his teeth when he notices that their neighbor is paying far more attention than necessary to Petra’s ass while she makes chit-chat with his wife. He doesn’t know how much more of this he can take.

As they bid their goodbyes and stroll along the sidewalk, he offers to take their daughter into his arms, fixing her adorable little halo in the process. “Can we just go home?”

Petra pouts, planting her fists on her hips. “And cut her trick-or-treating short? I don’t think so.”

“Honey, she’s six months old, she won’t remember any of this.” He glances down to see that Kuchel has wrapped her tiny fingers into the fleece lining of his jacket and she’s resting her head against his shoulder. “Jesus Christ, Petra, she’s asleep.”

“A little bit longer, Levi.”

It’s becoming ridiculous and it’s starting to piss him off a bit, if he’s being honest. It’s one thing if she wants to parade around the neighborhood by herself looking like that, but it’s a whole other thing entirely if she wants to keep their daughter out, far past her bedtime, for her own satisfaction. He halts her steps with a hand to the shoulder. “Petra, I’m fucking freezing out here, you’re not even wearing a jacket. Why on Earth do you want to stay out?”

She frowns. “I just want to make the most of her first Halloween.”

“You’re not being honest.” He hooks a finger beneath her chin, tilting her head to meet his gaze. “Baby, what’s this really about?”

She’s sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and is chewing at the skin — it’s a wonder she isn’t drawing blood — seemingly lost in deep thought, as if she’s choosing her words with care and caution. She breathes a heavy sigh and mutters, “You didn’t notice my outfit.”

His brain abruptly grinds to a halt. That is not what he was expecting. “W-What?”

“You didn’t notice my outfit,” she repeats. There’s a bit more conviction laced into the edge of her voice, but she’s still anxious. She drops her eyes, picking at an errant hangnail on her thumb. “I-I bought this specifically for you. I thought you’d like it, but you haven’t said one word about it the entire night.”

He blinks and resists the urge to shake his head in utter disbelief because he simply can’t believe what she’s saying. This is the reason he’s been steadily wearing holes into the bottoms of his black Adidas tonight? He’s been marching for miles and miles around their darkened neighborhood, forced to endure an evening of his wife being leered at by other men, because he didn’t compliment her outfit — because he didn’t let her know how incredibly attractive and sexy he finds her. He’s been struggling to keep his hands off her body the entire night, despite the fact that he wants nothing more than to haul her home, toss her onto the bed, and fuck her until she can’t walk. Hasn’t she been able to see the sheer torture she’s put him through?

He could tell her all of this.

Or he could show her.

He carefully shifts his sleeping daughter onto his hip and manages to shrug himself out of his jacket, draping it across his wife’s shoulders. She’s still quietly sulking, but her skin is pebbled with goosebumps, she was lying about not being cold. “C’mon,” he mumbles, digging his keys out of his pocket. “Let’s go home.” He begins the walk back towards their apartment, choosing to set a brisk pace at the risk of waking Kuchel.

Her sneakers skid against the sidewalk. “B-But I just said—”

He turns on his heel to face her and she almost crashes into him. There’s a pretty pink flush staining her cheeks — because of the cold, he muses, definitely not desire — and he can’t tear his eyes away from how her breasts rise and fall against her corset. He’s probably already leaking in his pants. He bends his neck to whisper low in her ear, “We’re going to go home and I’m going to fuck you so hard that you can’t even think straight. Does that sound like enough… appreciation for you?”

She opens and closes her mouth for a few seconds, her eyes darting to their sleeping daughter to make sure she didn’t hear what her father just said, before her expression darkens with lust. “I don’t know,” she shrugs. “I won’t know until you show me.”

The corner of his lips curve into a triumphant smirk. “Hope you’re ready for baby number two, then.”

[captain-natey]

Oblivious man

[niuniente]

Finally some animations, yes? I apologize the quality, I’m not completely healthy yet…

Can we pretend they went home, yes? (ugly sobbing)

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Artist: 澤村

☆ Translated and posted with permission, please don’t re-up without credit!

[secondlastpsycho]

you wrote this instead of sleeping? i'm gonna read it instead of sleeping

[dishonor-on-your-whatever]

you know what's wild? the Alternate Universe - No COVID-19 tag on AO3.