#'im a monster but you treat me like a man' was about the kiss in intervention

[angelthemanspanker]

The way some people characterise Buffy in fics like you described genuinely put me off Buffy fandom for years, it was absolutely everywhere, in Spuffy fics, in faith/buffy fics, it felt like I couldn't read a fic without the obligatory 'Buffy apologises to whoever the fuck for being so mean' and I just stopped, it was so baffling

For real its so weirdly pervasive. It genuinely blows my mind bc I totally get the urge to use your fic to call out a character/plot point you don't like, more power to you. Like I'm constantly imagining rewrites of the scenes where Xander is at his most insufferable but no one in-show is verbalising obvious holes in his bullshit (my big one is that besides a one off line from Buffy that everyone in the show ignores and a DELETED line from Giles is that NO ONE calls him on his absolutely infuriating "I was jealous of Angel being with the girl I like and I'm gonna have the gall to pretend it was bc I saw him turning evil coming" BULLSHIT)

But like. Buffy? You came out of this show and the person you had beef with and want to call out is BUFFY? THE VAMPIRE SLAYER? The protagonist of all time? Bc she's mean sometimes :( people try to apologise for trying to kill her and she's so unsympathetic :( she carries out her responsibility as the Slayer whether she wants to or not even if the person she's targeting is a character I like :( why won't she apologise. why won't she apologise. why does she insist on taking up space. why can't she just be nice all the time. yes my ao3 tag is princessspuffy why do you ask. yeah I know their relationship is abusive but I think Spike would forgive her :)

[diejager]

Puppy reader who is teething and her teeth feels very itchy so she constantly needs to chew on something and monster!Konig tentacles are her favorite things to chew on bc they're kinda rubbery, soft and taste funny...

- 🐮

Cw: teething, biting, sea food???, tell me if I missed any.

Ghost had been your handler for the past year, having to train and teach you everything you’d need to work with them. He’d seen your lows as often as your highs, from a whining pup, moaning about not receiving enough pets or kisses or treats, seemingly almost missing something, to an energetic mutt, bouncing off the walls and running laps at the prospect of praises and affection. 

He’d seen it all, every little moment you had that had him strain against the limit of his patience as a competent handler. And despite your age, far from being a young puppy with frail limbs and limp ears, you could act as on: whining, crying, barking until something - someone - gave you the attention you needed, but he’d never seen you do… this.

It was unusual for you to be this mouthy, teeth itching to sink into something, your teeth bared and snarling when anyone tried to take the object from your mouth. Ghost had bought you toys, boxes filled with softer chew toys rather than the hard plastic of a shoe or the metal bite of utensils, but you worked through them faster than he could provide. Perhaps you were bored of the repeated drills despite dogs being creatures of habit, or you were lacking activity, he was getting busier with all the reports and paperwork he had to fill in for Price. Especially with another PMZ being called for a joint alliance.

He worried that they’d pose a danger to you, so young and naive to how others could treat you as a hybrid, he had both Gaz and Soap follow you —or rather, you follow them; but when he saw you perk up at the sight of a giant man and another hybrid, a scarred tiger, Ghost felt his shoulders tense. You just had to find interest in a man - could he even be a man with how big he was? - heads taller than him, broad and dangerous. You had completely forgotten his orders, trailing behind the giant like a lost pup, tail wagging and eyes bright. 

You’d go missing for hours upon hours, leaving the Task Force as worried as they were confused, lost without the small ball of sunshine around them. They would go looking for you, asking around until they eventually found you curled up and asleep on your bed, your snoring echoing softly in Ghost’s room. It went on like that for the week and the next, only finding you in the Mess Hall or your bed, not knowing where you went during these long breaks. 

Until- until Gaz had found you straddling the giant’s - König’s - lap, you face covered in a thin layer of mucus and gnawing on a tentacle, long and dark and viscous. Ghost was livid, König being an octopus hybrid - however odd that sounded - and how at ease you both felt to let each other be so physically close to one another. Granted, you were a sociable hybrid, which seemed to bother him less than the sight of you biting on a König’s tentacle.

He knew you were somehow teething, but it bothered him how you were dealing with it with someone else instead of coming to him for a solution. Ghost would have to talk to you later.

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[rotthepoet]

heyy, i’ve been reading a lot of ur stuff lately and it’s safe to say im obsessed. i was wondering if u could write 69 w the slytherin boys? only if ur comfortable but i feel like that would be really cool. ty!

POOKIE IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER I HAVE BEEN IN SUCH A SLUMP I’LL NEVER MAKE YOU WAIT WEEKS AGAIN THANK YOU MY LOVE!!!!!

Im sitting here wondering how i should write this?? Hmmm. Writing my thoughts as i think them dont mind me<3

Smut below the cut

Draco would like… maybe be the most gentle?? If i do say so myself, and I do. He’ll probably put the most thought into how its going to happen, when, why. He wanted a lovely date, treat you nice all night, be the perfect boyfriend… and expects a reward. Self indulgent bitch. Anyways! He leads you to bed, nice and slow, passionate make out sesh, you are living a dream! Then as you both finally get your clothes off, he’s kissing down your thighs, looking into your eyes and whispering soft praises before he lays on his back, and you(knowing the drill) go to straddle his face before he grips your thigh and smirks. “Other direction, darling.” And he cant help but laugh at how you blush. He lets you set the pace, matching your speed or slowness until you both finish <3

With Blaise, it just kinda happens naturally. No one had to go watch or read porn to think about it. You and him were getting freaky one night, a movie turning into wandering hands, turning into you on his lap with his tongue down your throat. The energy in the room just said 69, and you’d be a fool to ignore it. You’re on top, and the grip he has on your ass is fucking delicious. He’s so controlling over your body, pressing his face right up into your cunt, practically inhaling, while you can barely take his tip. If you take too long going down on him he might bite your thighs to speed things up ;)

Oh man, Mattheo Fucking Riddle. Bitch. He’s a power hungry hard dom with a knack for getting what he wants when he wants it. Oh man. You’re in for a ride- no. A rollercoaster. He’s on top of you, ravaging your dripping pussy while fucking his dick into the back of your throat. Its impossible to breathe with his heavy balls slapping your face, but it cant be much easier for him with your thighs wrapping around his head. If he’s in a good mood, he’ll let you have your way. Otherwise, he’s manhandling you into whatever position he wants. He might get you upside down if you arent careful.

Theodore and Mattheo are pretty similar. Them and Enzo are the like.. roughest of the group? That being rough without copious amounts of praise. You’re far less likely to have to work for your “good girl” with Theo, but sometimes he’s a tease. Anyways, Trust the moment your lips are around his tip he’s tugging your hair and bucking up into you while he feasts. It’s so messy and loud and he’s halfway sitting up because your hips keep running from all the stimulation:(

And Lorenzo. This fucking bitch. He’s wanting to 69 all the time. I mean he gets head. You get head. I get head? Everyone gets head! And it takes half the time because two birds with one stone. In my humble, Enzo hating, opinion… he’s not big on foreplay. I mean he’ll finger you and stretch you out because he’s not a total monster, but he’s way more excited to get into the main course than an appetizer. Much like Theo or Mattheo, he’ll set the pace with his hips. No time to play around he needs to be balls deep in you rn.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Creepypastas comforting the reader

except some of them arent particularly good at it + as per usual jeff ben and toby are written as platonic everyone else can be seen as either or writing a silly little thing before i tackle in on requests, falling into the same vibe as the "hugging/kissing creepypasta characters" post from last week since i do enjoy rating these lads on thing ehehehe obligatory "these style of posts go over my personal character limit but since this is writing for the admin he bends the rules a bit" anyways uhuh totally dont give me ideas for these eheheh winks

SLENDERMAN:

not much of a talker in general, and i think that remains true in scenario where you're upset/crying. but he does make it clear that hes here for you... just... in a general sense. you know? refuses to leave you alone unless you directly ask him that you need space; more so watches out of concern rather than his usual curiosity. i think he would make you a warm drink and let you vent to him. more of a logical approach than an emotional one; better at giving solutions rather than giving comfort.. though i like to think that his tentacles will pull you close if you want to lean into him, will let you cry into his shoulder with no judgement. 6/10 low score simply because sometimes one needs comfort in the moment instead of solutions, you know?

SPLENDORMAN:

i think hes the opposite of slenderman. hes all emotions first, logic later. if he already knows you comfortable with it, i think he would come in and scoop you up in a hug.. hell he might even cry with you, or do the equivalent of it (admin is still on the fence of whether or not he has eyes or not! torn between them being actual eyes or markings) will make you your favorite snacks and drinks, all the while letting you cry and vent to him. gets mad on your behalf if someone had done you wrong, does not make your feelings feel small or invalidated. if he could he would confront the person who treated you unfairly.... and in fact he might, who would ever believe the person that they came face to face with a ten foot tall monster? though... this can lead to him being a little quick to make choices that might have big impacts... 7/10 love this man need to write more for him and develop my hcs

EYELESS JACK:

you know now that i think about it, given how much i write for EJ, i swear ive done a similar prompt at some point. regardless of it i did and if my hcs are the same, im going to go ahead and drop my hcs. i think hes very similar to slenderman in terms that hes more of a solutions > emotion person.. though i do think hes more likely to join you in any shit talking if someone did you dirty... do i think he would target that person next when hes going to go 'hunting'? no... unless the person did something truly awful and unforgivable, then he would definitely consider it.. probably wont go through with a harvest, though.. but thats it whole other thing. more of a talker than slenderman, so at least he has that going for him. lets you sleep in his bed if youre venting to him in his cabin 7/10 one point higher than slenderman simply because he talks more n stuff

LAUGHING JACK:

im gonna be so real i think he can go either way if hes going to be good at comforting you. on one hand hes too silly and might not take it too seriously; or he might try to make you laugh.. which COULD work but other times makes it look like he doesnt care about your feelings. on the other hand i think he can give some solid adivce, but thats only based on the fact that i love it when unhinged hyper characters suddenly drop the most valuable info. shrugs. i mean if you need a distraction, i think lj is your man to go to ! he was literally made to entertain so i dont think its going to be too hard for him to take your mind elsewhere. i think he would offer to cook you something but i also think hed probably be banned from the kitchen because he cant cook for shit. has probably set water on fire somehow level shit. so instead you guys just sit together talking... mostly its him leading the conversation, though. doesnt leave you be until you at least give him a smile... 6.5/10 only because i dont know how to rate him here

MASKY/TIM:

oh not at all emotional. well no thats a lie but hes not very emotive. thats the more correct word. look if we're talking about masky, hes probably going to be really bad at comforting you unless your means to be comforted involves being watched... though i do think he would fall into the act of service hole.. does all the chores and such for you so you dont have to worry yourself about cleaning a pan thats been in the sink for two days now. tries his hand at cooking, but i dont think masky is the best cook.. TIM on the other hand.. but we'll get into that in a minute. probably ends in you guys ordering something but hey its the thought that counts. if someone made you upset you notice over the course of the next few weeks that person starts outright avoiding you and overall seems anxious. weird. probably unrelated! 7/10 only because im badly overworked irl and the idea of someone taking charge sounds like a dream

tim i think would be similar, but hes more expressive for you... will cook for you but if your favorite food happens to be really specific or something else, hes probably going to run out and get it. torn on whether or not he would tell you before he goes, or if he sticks to keeping it a surprise.. i think he would tell you just so it doesnt feel like hes abandoning you when youre down..! not much to be said here other than him being supportive 8/10 i would KILL for some white cheddar popcorn rn

HOODIE/BRIAN:

i think he would put you to bed. actually i think both of them would but to keep things clear im still going to divide this like masky/tims. i think hoodie is going to keep you in bed, even if youre not particularly tired. dont bother trying to fight him on it, hes only allowing you to get up for the bathroom. let him take care of things! very similar to masky, picks up on a lot of the chores. i think he can cook, though, definitely better than masky but i dont think hes like. top tier. likes making you little snacks, or food thats generally deemed as comforting (mac and cheese, cornbread, ect). doesnt talk (sign) much but will occasionally sign to you asking how you're feeling 7.5/10 love this man, so mad kid me used to sleep on hoodie

very similar, but an even better cook than hoodie so be prepared to eat good. communicates with you more than hoodie and makes small talk while cooking. i think he would keep the chat lighthearted and on a different topic rather than tackling your feelings, unless you express that you want to vent then hes all ears! not because he doesnt care more so because he doesnt want to seem prying or nosey and wants to give you the choice yourself. sometimes makes jokes about stuff in order to try to get you to smile. feels victorious when he succeeds 8/10 mad i slept on him too

TICCI TOBY:

i think he might actually be TOO strong and in your face when asking you what happened. only one who outwardly offers to krill someone if someone were to make you upset. but thats just because i think toby can occasionally get protective of you. i mean youre one of his best friends (only friends) and here you are upset! if you dont want him to do anything hes going to try to contain himself. he strikes me at the type to retreat to the roof and look up at the stars... i think he would offer to do that with you; but if youre too scared to climb then he can lay out a blanket for you so you guys can go sit on the grass! surprisingly a very good listener, though very emotionally driven and reacts a lot when you tell him the details of your day.. but its nice, i think, reassures you that hes is in fact listening.. 7/10 gives off brother vibes

JEFF THE KILLER:

ohhoho so this is an interesting one, because i like the idea of jeff still acting like an older brother every now and then even after everything. but he also has that attitude of "i dont care about anyone around me and im better than everyone".. more of an actions than words guy. he wont really say it.. you know? one of those "if he actually didnt care then he would bother giving you the time of day, much less break into your house at night with his arms full of your favorite snacks and drinks". good luck trying to vent to him though, i think its rare that he lets anyone vent to him since he also holds the "ew yucky feelings" thing ben has.. though once in a blue moon i think he would let you and give some decent advice... though every now and then that advice involves punching someone 6/10 is fair i think...

BEN DROWNED:

kind of reminds me of how younger siblings will give their older siblings know they like. kind of like the "my brother saw me crying and asked me what my favorite color is... he gave me things in that color" post/image going around that i cannot for the life of me find but i know it exists because it made me cry. i think its like that. except since hes in your phone he already knows what your interests are.. probably pulls up what your comforts and likes are in an attempt to cheer you up. i dont think he would bluntly speak with you about your feelings, but thats just because he thinks heart to hearts are yucky and cringe/lh. uses videos, art, stuff like that. ehehe silly phone ghost 7/10 because as simple as it is, if someone tossed my cc at me i would feel at least a little better for a moment and its the action itself you know?

PUPPETEER:

i thin hes similar to jeff in regard that he tries to play things off but deep down he does care, and that tends to show more through his actions... though i personally think if you were to actually cry then he might lose it a bit, because who DARE? i gotta admit, im still trying to figure out how i want to write pup and what hcs to give him, but i think.. this is an okay take.. might 'confront' anyone who made you upset, with or without your approval which might make some issues between the two of you.. more ready to let you vent to him though, might slip out some mean insults and words about whatever's got you upset regardless of its a person, chance, or object 7/10

[mrm0rgansw0man]

Hi! Can I request something real quick?

Just a religious girl falling in love with Arthur and everytime he goes on an extended job, she goes to church and prays for her man to come back to her. And Arthur practically always finds her back at the church, making her prayers come true.

Thank you very much, I love your writing, Arthur is so cute I need more fluff for this man<33

hii! im so glad you like my writingg!! and i love this idea SO much this is gonna be amazing to write Xx

don't condemn me to this altar.

Arthur sighed as he looked up into the fabric of his tent. He missed you deeply. The sound of your voice, the feeling of your touch. The pressure of your lips against his own. He hated leaving you like this, espically knowing how dangerous things could be on jobs like this. And he knew how much you worried,

"Jus' one more night honey..." Arthur said to himself. "I'm comin' home to you I promise."

Arthur contemplated for a moment, and then spoke.

"Our father, who-"

✟

"-art in heaven."

'Let him come home.'

"Hallowed by thy name."

'Please god.'

"Thy kingdom come, thy will be done."

'He's a good man. Please.'

"On earth as it is in heaven."

'I love him so much. Please..'

"Give us this day out daily bread."

'I need him, lord. Let him come home."

"And forgive us our trespasses. as we forgive those who trespass against us."

'Please forgive my love. He is a good man. Bring him home safely to me. I'm begging you.'

"And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil."

'I'm begging you.'

"Amen."

'Don't condemn me to this alter.'

You stood up shakily, wiping the tears from your eyes on the side of your veil. You never used to wear one to pray, you weren't that religious before. But since Arthur gifted one to you, you never failed to wear it to the church. Especially when you we're praying for him to come home to you.

You loved Arthur Morgan, so much. He made you feel safe, he made you feel loved, he understood you. You never believed much in love, or in god for that matter. You didn't care for or believe in anything. But Arthur Morgan, oh god. He brought color back into your life. He made you feel again. After you met, you actually felt like you could take a full breath. Even after he confessed to you who he really was, and what he did. He wept, he actually wept. He was on his knees in front of you, begging you for forgiveness. He knew you were a religious woman, and he thought you'd think he was some filthy horrible monster. A murder. A sinner.

But he couldn't be more wrong,

You prayed to god yes, but you were no saint. And you certainly not God himself, you were in no place to judge him for anything he'd done. Especially because you knew deep down he was a kind and pure soul. He helped anyone in need, he treated women like they were people. He was deeply loyal and protective to the people he loved. You held Arthur tight and promised him this did not change a thing. You loved him just the same, if not more for being honest with you about who he was. You wiped his tears, and kissed him all over. His neck, his face, his hands. You even brought him to church afterwards, just to show him it was okay. That it was good. But once you were back at your home, Arthur knelt down to a different altar entirely.

You sighed at the memory. You worried so much about Arthur, it consumed you half the time. It was much more often than you would ever admit, especially to him. As much as you would love Arthur to stop living this life he couldn't just abandon his family. Especially when (in your opinion at least) he was the glue that held them together. And you knew he worried about you, too.

"Does he pray for me, God? I taught him your prayer." You said softly, looking up at the crucifix hung up on the wall. You liked coming to the church when it was empty, you were free to speak aloud.

"I do. Every night 'M gone darlin'"

Your heart got caught in your chest as you heart that sweet southern drawl that made your heart melt and your legs weak.

Your face burst into a grin, and you couldn't help but run and jump into the arms of your lover. He caught you with ease, squeezing you tight around the waist and burying his face in your neck and hair.

"Arthur! Oh, Arthur!" You said with a laugh. It was an airy and care free sound, one that made Arthur's head spin. "I missed you- I love you! Oh I'm so glad to see you!"

"My sweet beautiful girl." Arthur mumbled into your neck. He brought his face up to pull you into a passionate and loving kiss. You wound your fingers into his hair and he brought one of his hands up to cup your face.

Once you both eventually (and reluctantly) pulled away, Arthur set you down gently on the ground. He still held you close though, your bodies were flush against each other and your head was buried in his chest.

"I was so worried about you.." You mumbled. Arthur let out a regretful sigh. Damn this life. He wanted nothing more than to run from it all and right into your loving arms. He knew what would happen if he were to leave for a job and never come back, you would never leave this church. You'd spend the rest of your life on your knees, praying to god for him to walk through the door. He couldn't condemn you to that life-

That's it. He decided. Enough was enough. He couldn't stand to see you in pain like this for another second.

" 'M sorry baby.." Arthur said softly. "I'd never leave ya' ever.. Not without a damn good fight. I could never do that to my best girl.. But let's not think 'bout that right now sweetheart. Tell me, what did ya' do while I was gone?"

"I prayed for you." You said as you smiled gently up at him. "And look, here you are right back in my arms. Just like I wanted."

"You, my love," Arthur said softly. "must be an angel. Sent here just to keep me safe." Arthur cupped your face in between both of his hands. "I don't know what I'd do without ya' honey.."

You were about to speak, but Arthur interupted you.

"I'm done." He whispered. Your eyes widened, what did he mean? "Runaway with me."

Oh. That's what me meant.

"Arthur.." You breathed out, tears pooling in your eyes. "Are... do you mean it?"

"Yes. I'm done, I can't live like this no more..." Arthur said and sighed. "Especially not with such an amazing woman in my life."

You smiled, and actually started to laugh a bit. You were smiling laughing and crying all at once. You jumped up and threw your arms around Arthur's neck,. He caught you and he spun you around in the air. When he set you back down on the ground, you could see the tears in his own eyes.

"We're gonna live the rest of our lives in peace Mr. Morgan." You breathed out. burying your head in his chest once again. It felt like a huge weight had been lifted off of both of your shoulders.

"Yes we are, Mrs. Morgan."

[sanjisblackasswife]

headcanons about the monster trio being jealous? 😏

Monster Trio Being Jealous (SFW/NSFW)

Ft. Sanji, Zoro, Luffy

CW: Ace Spoilers in Luffy, Oral Sex, Semi-public sex, Fingering, Riding, Luffy is OOC again mb, Edging, Overtsimulation

Sanji

SFW

Very fucking annoying

He gets pouty, very clingy, and unnecessarily protective

He doesn’t like seeing men approach you. It’s already an issue when Zoro—-his damn crew mate—who is around you 24/7 but now when you guys go to an island he has to “protect” you from other men as well.

Let’s say you and him were out shopping and he went to look at some food at a vendor beside a boutique you were in. Okay, now let’s say you drop something and a man came to pick it up for you. Sanji sees this because this jackass has a 6th sense of knowing a man is near you and comes in to kick him

“Are you fucking kidding me Sanji..”

“HE WAS TOUCHING YOU!”

“HE WAS PICKING UP A SHIRT I DROPPED! PLUS LOOK AT HIM HE’S LIKE 17?!”

“SO?!”

“I’M IN MY 20s!”

Most of y’all arguments are based on his jealously which is usually the first and only time Sanji is very stubborn with you denying that he is jealous. So what you can do to fix the situation is just shun him for an hour he cracks and apologizes Everytime.

NSFW

You both are heading back to the Sunny from nearly being arrested after Sanji ends up fighting the guy that also happened to be a Marine. When Sanji grabbed your hand suddenly and hit the corner landing you both in a small alleyway.

“San—MMM!”

He began kissing and sucking all over your lips like a true man in need.

The thing about Sanji is he feeds off of knowing he is the only person that can make you feel good, but when he feel challenged

Or moreso jealous

His touches are more desperate , he whines so much in your mouth for reassurance, “Please please tell me im the only man for you.”

It’s almost like his questions are rhetoric because he keeps moving his tongue in your mouth.

“San—!”

Unless you stop him he will prove on his knees to you, by throwing your thigh over his shoulder and suckle on your clit

He nearly cries inside your pussy, licking and telling you how much you mean to him, pleading you don’t leave him, and that he wants to be the only man to make you happy.

“I can only eat this pussy, right? Nobody else..”

You better tell him the truth fast before he fucks you against that alleyway wall.

Luffy

(AU where Ace Lives)

Is not a very jealous person like Sanji or Zoro, but The first time you every experienced it with Luffy was a treat.

You finally met Luffy’s brother Ace and you both hit it off so well. When you seen him again back in Wano it was like you both couldn’t separate from each other.

You had a small past fling with Luffy’s brother and though you both agreed it didn’t mean anything it didn’t stop wither of you from gravitating to the other.

And Luffy noticed this, and it made him unintentionally grumpy. He was more distracted, quiet, and focused on your actions.

Your dumbass don’t notice this, he knew about his brother and your past, but he never really cared until now. Why were you laughing with him so much? Why are you hugging him for so long?

Luffy didnt understand but he had a sudden urge to literally be on your back like a Koala. You and Ace didn’t mind it, yall assumed it was Luffy being Luffy until you grabbed Ace’s hand and your boyfriend slapped it down.

“What’s wrong with you, lil bro?”

“Nothing. I wanna see Y/N real quick.”

Nsfw

“I-i—!?”

“Hm? Why are you suddenly so…touchy with my brother?”

Words wasn’t even able to be spoken correctly out your mouth. You’ve just came and Luffy’s fingers haven’t let up. His thighs spread yours apart in front of your own mirror, his eyes barely visible, but you knew they were dark

“Hey.” Luffy spats out against your ear giving your clit a firm slap, you hiss out of embarrassment seeing your arousal splash against the tip of his fingers. “Look at me, please.”

He kept repeating the question and with each “i dont know” answer was a faster rub against your clit, or an additional finger to scissor you.

It was so odd to see Luffy not as loud as he usually is during sex. He was more focused on making you cum again and again and again mumbling how much better he is at this then anybody else to make you feel good.

“….’fuckin’ mine.”

Was the most you’d hear mumbled and groaned into your sweaty hot neck as he fucked himself into you.

Luffy didn’t even care to acknowledge his jealous behavior after he was done with you. He left to bring back some food to eat beside you as you laid on the bed a cum filled mess after being overstimulated by his fingers, tongue, and dick.

You ask if him he acted the way he did he just smiles at you and shrugs, “I just wanted to show you some love!”

Zoro

SFW

His form of jealously is being a little pissy bitch.

Like Sanji, but he’s passive aggressive towards you.

He will be very in denial about being jealous so don’t even bring it up.

He doesn’t stop acting that way until he gets over it.

Whenever that may be.

He has some issues verbally expressing himself towards you and you knew it before yall started dating so you began to know how to read his body language as a way of communicating with him.

Today must have been an off day though.

All day, absolutely all day you spent your time in the kitchen with sanji, talking with sanji, complimenting sanji. Everything that ero cook was doing you made sure to acknowledge it.

And zoro noticed.

When you finally have some alone time with Zoro he doesn’t even talk to you, just hums and grumbles. You noticed something was wrong but didnt care to ask until he walks over towards you as you’re bent over in the Crows Nest

NSFW

“Does that—fuck—stupid cook fuck you like this too?!”

“N-no!”

It was almost embarrassing how you was pressed against the cold wall, his pace not letting up. It started off so sweet. Him being so needy , kissing you, mumbling incoherent words on your skin and clingy up until he bites your neck.

Zoro manhandles you a bit more, not too much to where you’ll be in actual pain, but he isn’t afraid to move your body around in any position he desires.

“P-please ! Wait! Keep going!”

He lets out an airy chuckle looking down at your lewd damped body on his workout bench, lazily flicking his index finger on your sensitive clit. He has been so mean pulling out to stroke his cock in front of you right before you cum.

He even came on you instead.

You beg and plead at his teasing and edging up until you finally put two and two together when he says,

“Keep going? Like how you kept going back to that stupid ass cook to hang out with all day? Want me to go get him. Show him how much you need some cock?”

You didnt even realize from the beginning he was doing all this out of jealousy. Once you begin to apologize, he starts to feel a liittlllee bad and lets you finally cum on his dick.

Rest assured though, once you wake up out of your boyfriend’s arm you’re ganna give him an earful on him being a jealous baby instead of coming to speak to you about how he actually felt.

[reidslovely]

idk My maladaptive daydream scenarios have been thinking about Toxic! Peter and whatnot.

Like him being like that bc of Gwendy’s death (but before he was like that too- with there on and off relationship 😒). So him and reader have an on and off thing going on and reader is tired of his shit and finally breaks up w/ him . And at first he’s like “pssh yeah whatever” but a few months to a year go by and he realizes how bad he fucked up. Maybe he gets Spider-man to woo her over or maybe jus regular old peter.

Sorry this was so long, like I said it was a maladaptive day dream scenario so its been on reply in my mind. I really love your writing by the way and hope you’re back for our Spider-boy like you said in your post 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

hi friend!! i am back for our spider-boy and i'm so sooo happy to be back thank you guys for welcoming me back 🩶🩶🩶. and honestly...toxic peter has been on my mind too recently especially after rewatching tasm 2 because what the fuck peter???

he dumps gwen after graduation and he's so pathetically lonely and yeah he follows gwen around but it doesn't really do anything for him. so he wonders off and finds some fucked up solace in his next door neighbor who had always had a thing for him. he just shows up on her doorstep playing the role of kicked puppy so well, she can't help but to let him back in and let it be how it was before Gwen came in senior year and she got all of his attention. Peter takes her on romantic dates, sweet long kisses, fun jokes one week but the next it's like she doesn't exist to him (definitely slips up calling her gwen on occasion.) especially after he and Gwen start talking again, but Peter still has her on the side.

One night he's ready to sneak in her window, that she usually leave unlocked for him, ready to make up being gone for so many weeks. But it's locked. He knocks on the door, his eyebrows furrowed motioning to the lock pulling it, but not hard enough because he could easily break that lock if he really wanted. "baby open the window come on." he teases. "I said I was sorry, come on."

he's playing kicked puppy again, and she almost lets him in. "Come on she doesn't want me, you do." "that's the reason you want me. you don't love me peter, you don't even know me anymore." "you're being fucking ridiculous" he laughs waiting for a moment seeing her not even budging from her spot on the bed. "open the window (y/n)" he says his voice loosing its humor. "go home peter, im over it." she said closing the curtains on him. and he doesn't care. at least he convinces himself he doesn't care. it was her loss, he was a fucking catch. all he did this whole time was respect her and she was blowing this up. except till the one person he had outside of her dies right in front of him. he lost gwen completely this time, there is no comeback there is no way to redeem himself. and he actually starts to see the monster he's become. he hurt gwen multiple times and she was still willing to give him the benefit of the doubt every time. he even thinks of (y/n) time to time and how badly he treated her because he was wrapped up in himself and what was best for him. he watched her a lot in his six months of bedroom grieving, like how he would with gwen. he watched her sit out on her roof writing or doing work, he watched her leave for work and come home at night. they locked eyes one night when he was standing on his roof, about to change into the suit for the first time in months. he thought he even saw her smile at him like she used too. it definitely take a toll on him because though this alone time was needed to help him process, but he missed being cradled by her. missed the way her hands tangled in his hair, missed when she'd laugh to make him smile. he did miss her, but she'd never accept that. it takes three weeks to the day, till he is on her window again, sweat clung to his forehead, his mask torn and exposing crucial parts of his face. he didn't even get to knock on the window before she's helping him in, sitting him on the floor pulling the mask off his face. he's crying from pain and regret, apologies spewing out of his mouth. she gets the mask off his face, asking him what he needs. He shakes his head holding her hand that's on applying pressure to his bleeding ribs. "need you." "god even in times like this all you wan.." "-to forgive me. 'm sorry so sorry. I do..do care about you. you're the only person I wanted..wanted to see-" "you're gonna wind yourself peter, we can talk about this later. what do you need?" "like fifteen tylenol, my body will heal it's self." she, though argues him not needing to take that many tylenol, gets him what he asks for and helps him change while wrapping his ribs. they end the night with heartfelt conversations, and peter swearing he'll spend the rest of his life making this up to her, and showing her what he really deserves.

yeah..this has been brewing. so sorry if you were not asking me to write, I started and couldn't stop lmao thank you for sharing your daydream with me friend and trust me no worries about the length I'm also longwinded 🫶🏼

[nihilaraarchived]

some... sft tidbits. nsft are below read more.

generally speaking, kuro is a bit cautious about entering a relationship. he is a fairly touch-starved, and lonely individual, so he takes any romantic relationship he makes with another quite seriously. the biggest issue is however, that he will outlive most anyone he's with. despite his age ( in main he's about 3k years old ), it has not made it easier for him to manage the grief of losing people. so he's gotta just be ready for it, and find someone that's worth suffering that grief for.

that said, he is very doting, and very affectionate. his partner will always come before himself, their safety and happiness are his priority.

it's important to note that being with someone, gives kuro a new reason to really live-- and enjoy life. in a complicated sort of "im immortal and ive lived so long there's not much joy in living" kind of way. his flavor of nihilism is malleable, and shifts around itself, as he finds things in life that make him happy ( they come and go ). nothing matters-- except this person i've now devoted myself to. idk if i'm explaining it very well, but the point is that kuro is an extremely dedicated, and loyal partner.

yes he loves instant noodles, but kuro is actually a phenomenal cook. and being his partner means he's likely to cook for you any chance he gets.

being morally grey, his range on potential partners is quite varied. and he's at a point in his life where he'd probably be down to kiss monsters too. whatever man. so long as you're not spouting nonsense about ending the world for god- or... doing other shit that's problematic, or not needlessly cruel or over the top, you're good.

fella is actually quite charming when he tries to me. as if his awkwardness doesn't give him a charm all on it's own. he isn't mr suave and perfect, but he knows how to talk, and treat people well...

nsft stuff hehehhh...

kuro is not against having casual sex. pleasure is pleasure, and he's actually very capable of separating it from any potential romantic feelings.

i mean at this point in his life? he's vers, and he's a switch. he's willing to try just about anything within reason. tie him up, gag him, smack him around a bit. he does tend to lean more to bottom though, partially due to wanting to let someone else have some kind of control over him??? but he also just prefers it. he can top though, and he can be nice, or mean. again. just ask.

he might come across as awkward honestly, but he adjusts quickly. he isn't out here having sex very often?? or getting frisky with folks a lot??? kuro can go decades with no intimacy and be fine. so sometimes he just needs a moment to get back into it.

he... will usually prioritize his partner's pleasure over his own. a good part of it is due to kuro enjoying being edged. a lot. but he also loves watching them enjoying themselves due to his own efforts? it's satisfying. sometimes he wont even worry about getting off, unless his partner wants that.

reminding everyone, he is 195cm tall. ( 6'5 almost )

his libido comes and goes. it's honestly situational, and there are times when it takes a lot to get him going, or get him off- and times when it's pretty average.

i'm sure i could think of a lot more, but kuro is just? open minded and willing to try just about anything you ask.

[chiquititaosita]

Latina, bruja and a OP fan? I am sold!!! Also latina (Brazilian bdw) also, Luffy with a bruja s/o? Maybe a with a little more focus on the curandeira side of things? Thank you, love your blog

bear note: omg thank you so much! love my brazilians, y’all’s good though chefs kiss 😩❤️ anyways yes!! I must complete the monster trio with this 😭❤️! all im going to say luffy with more of a curandera s/o is more cursed (the shit I see happen for context of those what people don’t know a curandera is  

A curandero/curandera is a traditional native healer/shaman found in Latin America and the United States. A curandera is claimed to administer shamanistic and spiritistic remedies for mental, emotional, physical, and "spiritual" illnesses. 

Luffy w/a curandera s/o (latina reader)

Luffy x latina reader

post type: head canon

-if luffy had a curandera for an s/o (that’d be you), you’d be choppers doctoral assistant, or a holistic nurse

- he supports you, as long as you support his dream being pirate king, he’ll support you and your curanderismo

- “Y/n makes all of these jars with shells, rocks! And this liquid called Florida Water!! she speaks highly of it I remember she used it on me this morning! I felt more relaxed after fighting a marine!”

- cleansing his energy from the nightmares he’ll have.

-“y/n! I had a dream this morning, and I don’t know what it means!-“

- you’re the one treating his wounds

-“EWW IT TASTES NASTY!”

-“it’s not supposed to be consumed. It’s vaporub. Now hold still amorcito or your cold is going to get worse.” you’ll be stern with him, and flick his head.

-“I feel better y/n! Thank you thank you thank you!!!” When he finds out you have talented skills when it came to healing he was shocked.

-“YOU DO MAGIC?!” He’s like a little kid with stars in his eyes. It’s super duper adorable 🥹

-“GUYS Y/N IS A HEALER!! SHE DOES MAGIC!!! LOOK AT WHAT SHE CAN DO!!” Will do his best to hype you up, and make sure you’re good enough.

-“Y/n, I found you a rock it was pretty like your eyes! You should put it in a potion!”

-“ i got you more Florida water!!”

-“ I had nami and sanji go get your supplies of herbs that you needed, so we can spend some time together!”

-“so do we eat the egg?”

-“no. we dispose of it, it has all of the negative energy we needed to release.”

-“but can we eat eggs?” he’ll give you puppy eyes

-“Luffy you barley like eggs-“

“sHUT AP!”

- sanji thinks your hands with cooking are said from the gods 💀

-“oh y/n swan! the way you execute that menudo dish is magnificent! Extravagant divine!!!”

-“wait! I wanna taste it!!”

-“OMG THIS IS AMAZING! Y/N YOURE ON DINNER DUTY TONIGHT EVERYONE WILL LOVE TO EAT THIS!!” Let’s just say luffy didn’t even get full.the whole crew agreed that this soup is a comfort dish indeed. It became everyone’s go to soup on the seas. Let me just tell you. Everyone was so full.

- If your abuelita and tias saw how much he can eat. They’d be so happy and compare him to everyone like

“why can’t you eat like y/n’s boyfriend luffy,”

“Mama he’s rubber, and HES A PIRATE!”

“y/n! Look I found you a rock! It reminded me of you!”

-“Y/n!!! Play with meeee!!!!”

-“I can’t right now amor I’m working.” You’ll be cleansing chopper,ussopp, robin, nami, zoro and sanji. With copal and smoke, waving it all around them.

“What are you doing ?!”

“SHH!! SHES CLEANSING!” everyone knows that you need it to be quiet when cleansing. If not you’re going to lose focus. trust the curandera you don’t want to ruin it.

- He really tried to eat the copal, and Florida water that was being sprayed.

-“LUFFY!”

-he’ll just cough the shit out and laugh out loud

- “Im okay *will immediately get distracted* ooh taste earthy.”

-“At least he’s cleansed. WAIT WHAT ABOUT THE DEVIL FRUIT POWERS BEING GONE!?” Chopper will screech on the top of his lungs poor bby

-everyone will sigh in relief realizing that he’s okay , and he in fact is still a rubber man.

- instead he started acting like a fucking goat

-looking at the bottle you saw the label with a goat potion that was poorly drawn. You didn’t even think about the fact that your boyfriend would outsmart his crew and his partner.

- “See guys THIS IS WHY WE DONT FUCK WITH BRUJERÍA AND ALWAYS LOOK !!!?” you’re stressed the fuck out after a minute of overly researching how to save your boyfriend

-“GOTCHA!!” You’ll hear him pick you up and laugh. As you’re crying in frustration smacking him!

-“PINCHÉ! COCHINO!! LUFFY! DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW WORRIED I WAS!? WHAT IF SOMEONE ACTUALLY PUT AN ATTACHMENT ONTO YOU!” you we’re scolding him, and nami even punched him for you.

-“whatever it doesn’t matter, I’m just happy you’re okay my captain.” You’ll hug and kiss his cheek.

-“that was fun we should do that again!- wait imagine if I actually turned into a goat.” Y’all will just laugh

- “wait Lu! I have a question what did the bottle you drink say?”

-“oh it had a horseshoe, berrys, and gold.”

-“aye wey.” you facepalmed at the fact he drank a luck oil. All it took was to find loads of food, and be rewarded with abundant amounts of you guessed it.. meat.

- it’s an adventure to have luffy as your partner while you’re a curandera on the ship. You’re kinda like the second mom of the ship (robins mom, franky is dad.) it’s so adorable that the both of y’all are passionate about y’all’s dreams, and planning to accomplish those dreams together 🥹❤️

[tokuteasings]

but I don’t like sharin’ my man

Seeing as both Emu and Yanma tied in that poll I made...I may have to write about yanma...idk what do yall think? I know I said I’m taking a break but like, listen, Hiroki Iijima is so beautifl it hurts

Warnings: Im so sorry because this is so self-indulgent and its VERY nsfw so uh...yeah. Reader is GN but topping, bottom!Emu, he’s tied up because yes, overstim,, orgasm denial, edging,  Emu begging...yeah the whole thingy.

Emu is gorgeous, picture perfect perhaps.

Of course he is. You see him every day, he is your beloved, and you are treated to his visage every time you wake up.

Unfortunately, others are treated to his beauty as well. 

You hated to be jealous even, hated how this little green monster would just well up inside of you and chew you up from the inside out. It’s normal, yes, but disgusting. 

It’s acidic, bile that builds up and up and burns you and you hated it.

But sometimes, this can be fruitful...or at least you hope it is. 

Because he’s under your touch right this moment, whining, whimpering, craving, crying, and begging. 

Your lips flutter against the tip of his cock, hard, red, leaking with delicious little ichor that you cannot help but sip like wine. You hold your thumb at the base of it, cackling to yourself as that pressure builds and builds-

Your name dribbles out from his lips, barely heard above that little whisper. You look up to see his face flushed, brightest of reds, crimson hugging his wrists as a pair of jeweled bangles and his dress shirt open - his chest is covered in little welts, his neck adorned with a necklace of your design. 

“Hm?” you question, humming this sickeningly sweet little chord. “What’s wrong, Emu?” you tap, tap, tap your finger against his length once again; it twitches into your embrace, a flower towards the sun, and you relish in it. “Go on,” you murmur gently, again kissing the tip. 

Emu whines and bucks his hips towards your awaiting mouth, tears are halfway dripping down his face and his lips parted in this half broken prayer for you.

He’s beautiful even now, perhaps even more so. 

“L-Let me cum...please.”

“Then say it.” you answer him in return, thumbing the tip once again and stroking it with renewed vigor before stopping altogether. You smirk as his little whine, wanton and loud. “Go on, you can do it.” 

“I’m yours.” Emu is staring into your eyes now, adoration and love within these orbs and valleys that show nothing but your reflection. “I’ll always be yours, so please, pleaseplease-”

You chuckle as your mouth embraces his cock, a howl of a gasp leaving his lips as he murmurs praises, gratefulness and it only fuels you. 

No one else is to have this image of him.

Flushed, begging, pleading, red in the body and eyes, his heart swelling three times his size and his cock twitching and utterly lavished upon. 

Only you.

He is yours.

And no one else’s. 

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for accidently insulting my daughter

despite the title sounding already terrible, i want to preface that i love my daughter (12 F), its just that an accident happened awhile ago and i want to put my feelings to rest

my (46 M) family is a species of shapeshifting faries, we have to keep ourselfs in peanut shells because if we dont control our emotions, because of our shapeshifting abilities we might cause destruction

and on that note my daughter ... really likes this kid (12 nby) at her school, even though i dont like him that much for reasons (fought with another unrelated kid in a medival-like battle to get her to do a school assignment, making me almost run into my daughter and i crashed into the kids house instead is the tip of this iceberg) but i tried my best and he cant get away, ill call this kid G

so this night, we were invited to a school play, featuring my daughter and, you guessed it, G, they were playing beauty and the beast and at the end he had to kiss her, but apparently he didnt do his job well

after the play, i was at home with my wife and younger daughter and i was worried that my daughter in question wouldnt come home, so i was going to look for my daughter, and by chance she was outside with G and G's sibling, and the thing i saw shocked me

a crack over her eye, on her shell, it freaked me out becuase no one in our family has had their shells cracked, so in a fit of rage i argued with G, i grounded my daughter and G and his sibling went away

fast forward, i was driving back from taking groceries, and suddenly a slimey creature was on the trunk of my car, and i could tell that was my daughter, she had broken out of her shell! i was mortified! G came infront of her and we have a conversaion along the lines of this:

me: what have you done? youve turned her into a freak G: a freak…ishly beautiful young lady. me: you turned my daughter into a monster! G: -truck! of prettiness?

my daughter, rightfully tired of hearing this, shapeshifted into her dragon form and told me she was going to live in the woods with all the other monsters, after flying away G rightfully told me to man up and that i shouldnt have treated her that way, and he made me pop the hood of my car, after that conversation i decided to go chase them

in the end they had a really sweet moment with eachother, and i decided to let my daughter come out of her shell, even if G is alittle bit troublesome, he really showed that he loved her no matter what shape

it was stupid of me to blurb that, it was just so, in the moment, i wish i never said that its just, im really worried about her, with the whole shapeshifting based on her own emotions thing, she can be really sensitive and i dont want her to cause destruction on accident, and thats also the reason why i felt terrible making that comment

answer honestly, AITA?

[daedalusdavinci]

hey. another character for t hat ask meme. do killer croc. waylon <3

send me a character and ill tell you…

What made me like them in the first place

ohh man. so in the late eighties (robin jay era) there was this one comic where waylon was living in the sewers w a group of homeless people, and he literally sacrificed his life to try and save them. i cant remember the comic very well at this point or the context around it all but i just remember how much he cared about them and how hard he tried to protect them and i just. sobs. ive loved him ever since

Who I ship them with

dcs not in the habit of giving waylon rlly good canon relationships that last more than like, one issue, afaik, so no one really

Random headcanon I have about them

nothing rlly that i can think of off the top of my head

My favorite moment of theirs

the aforementioned comic or the whole two seconds he existed in lonely city for before they KILLED HIM

Plotline/story I want to happen

dc should give up the stupid fucking cannibal thing and stick w protector of the homeless waylon. also i want him to have friends. please.

Any issues or insecurities I think they have

lol. lmao, even. i dont have to answer this its too easy

Favorite quote

dude that fucking panel where he tells a judge like "hey let me go" and the judge is like "ok" and he sits there like ._. wait

Kiss, marry, hug, or kill

hug

Random thing that reminds me of them

n/a

Any talents I think they might have

i dunnoooo im tireddd

On a rate from 1 to 10 how much I love them

8/10 i love him but not enough to go through all of his comics the way i do for others im obsessed with, and like, half the time hes in a story hes barely even treated like a person which is a bummer

What I think about their family

i dont even know if he has one in canon??? like i said i never went through all of his comics obsessively or anything so

Who I think should be their bff

idk abt bff but i did love he and selinas relatiosnhip in lonely city. im always crying about lonely city waylon

What animal they would be

...

Three songs that remind me of them

n/a

Favorite episode/issue/thing centered around them

umm see: favorite moment

How badly they need hugs

SO badly look at hiiiiiiiiim <3333333333333333

Favorite thing about their personality

the way he cares so much about the people no one else gives a shit about

Favorite thing about their appearance

he dresses like such a fucking dad. loser <3

Why I love them so much

hes just SOOOO <333333333 look i have the biggest spot for characters who are made to feel monstrous and wrong and go out of their way to defend other people that society discards. its the like. maybe theres something wrong w me but i wont let them convince you theres something wrong w you and the maybe im a monster but ill try to be a good monster even if no one sees it

[joelsdagger]

oh my god okay it's happening. everybody stay calm. everybody stay calm. stay fucking calm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

vee....woman. you have done it again. what the fuck. the amount of times i gasped while reading this. like i choked. more than once.

Joel couldn’t care less about the rest of the group, the men and women on the other side of the wall, forced to listen to the sounds coming from the single bedroom of the cabin he decided they would hunker down in for the remainder of the summer season.

neither do i. let me at him and let them all hear it. i don't care how fucked up that is!!!!!!!

It’s a fullness you can’t seem to get enough of. It’s a craving, a need. Worst of all, it’s slowly becoming a want.

IKTR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Joel plants a sloppy, wet kiss on your cheek. “Give it to me, baby,” he grunts. “C’mon. Lemme feel her squeeze me.”

i meaaaannnnn, i know tess and the whole crew think he's her captor and he treats her horribly but at least he lets her come 🤷🏻‍♀️ i don't fucking care i'll take it!!!!!!!

He’s furious. Livid.

ooop daddy's angry cuz he lost his favorite toy skhdlkhds;hds

Joel was a monster. He had taken everything from you, including your innocence. He’d defiled you in ways you hadn’t known were possible. He was a terrible, terrible man. A terrible, terrible man who kept you fed. A terrible, terrible man who kept you warm. A terrible, terrible man who kept you safe. Another tear slides down the side of your face. What is fucking wrong with you? You don’t know. But what you do know is, the thought of never seeing Joel again is somehow more terrifying to you than the thought of dying even the most brutal of deaths.

ugh vee!!!!!!! this whole segment???? how she’s finally coming to the realization that he is a bad man but that she needs him to thrive...CHEFS KISS. IM KISSING YOUR BRAIN.

Joel’s hand settles on your leg that’s over his shoulder, your thigh already shaking. “Y’gonna be a real good girl n’ give me another one?”

see!!!! he's a good man savannah a GOOD MAN!!!!!! (he's not but i'm still in love with him and i want him to take me away and fuck my brains out on a raggedy old mattress that’s probably older than me)

You gaze up through the trees at the night sky, feeling the safest you’ve ever been with the earth at your back and your whole world on top of you, his cock buried in your cunt.

"feeling the safest with your whole world on top of you" how the fuck did you come up with that? that was genius.

vee this was glorious and i will read ten more just like them. i adore you and i’m so proud of you for working on this and putting it out!!!!! ILY AND I LOVE THIS JOEL I NEED HIM!!!!!!!!!!

run

Raider! Joel Miller x Female Reader

*moodboard is for aesthetic purposes only. no mention of reader’s race or skin tone.

summary: When you’re given the chance to run from your captor—you don’t take it.

warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI. RAIDER ERA. DARK!JOEL. DUBCON. IMPLIED PREVIOUS NONCON. UNSPECIFIED AGE GAP (reader is in her 20’s and Joel is 50). reader is described washing her hair (the exact length is not specified) and she wears a dress. she is also shorter than joel. violence, kidnapping, reader has major stockholm syndrome, Joel is fairly soft for her but HE IS STILL NOT A GOOD MAN, brief mention of Tess and Joel being involved with each other, Tess seems like the villain but she might actually be the only one of these three who is not totally fucked up in the head. SMUT. daddy kink. size difference (no description of reader’s body type, Joel is just a big guy with a big dick, enjoy it). oral sex (female receiving), super risky unprotected p in v sex sex (mention of reader ovulating, Joel pulls out, don’t be be like these two, practice safe sex), creampie (yeah he doesn’t give a fuck the second time around). many, many pet names (baby, baby girl, honey, angel, sweetheart, little girl). um i think that’s it. oh, and they fuck in the dirt.

PLEASE HEED ALL WARNINGS.

word count: 8.6k

a/n: one thing about me is i WILL soften up EVERY version of Joel Miller to my little heart’s content. HUGE HUGE thank you to @endlessthxxghts and @joelsdagger for lending me their eyes and beta-ing this fic for me last night. <33 i love and appreciate you guys SO MUCH. i loved seeing you both in the doc at the same exact time lmao. this can be read as a standalone, but it is considered part of the captive universe.

Everyone in the group has a job. Except for you.

Or at least, that’s what you hear them say.

That bitch doesn’t do shit.

She never has to lift a fucking finger.

She should work for her meal—just like the rest of us.

Bitterness laces their tones when they talk about you.

Insults grow a little bolder when he’s not around.

Useless.

Freeloader.

Leech.

You might not be out there with a rifle in hand hunting game or invading camps and spilling blood for supplies—but you do in fact have a job, and that job is to make Joel Miller happy. It is your responsibility, your duty, to please him, and to keep him satisfied. Because keeping him satisfied keeps him in a good mood, and one thing you’ve come to learn about your captor is, where there is a good mood, often there is mercy.

Hell, you’re doing them a favor by keeping their violent, fearsome leader in a good mood. Because you’ve seen what he does to them when he’s not. He can be just as brutal towards his own people as he is to strangers.

It doesn’t make a difference, though. They still see you as nothing more than his coddled little whore.

“Fuck, that’s it.”

He groans, his thick, calloused fingers digging harshly into the softness of your flesh as he holds you firmly in place underneath him. “Oh fuck, baby girl,” Joel curses through gritted teeth, his hands gripping your hips as he uses his own weight against you, pressing you down into the old mattress until you feel every uncomfortable lump, each creaking spring.

While he isn’t fucking you as roughly as he has on other occasions, he’s hardly being gentle. It’s hard, fast.

Loud.

Joel couldn’t care less about the rest of the group, the men and women on the other side of the wall, forced to listen to the sounds coming from the single bedroom of the cabin he decided they would hunker down in for the remainder of the summer season. Strings of curses and brutish grunts that came rumbling from deep within his chest, pleading gasps and whimpers that fell from your swollen, bitten lips. If anything, knowing they were listening only spurred him on—it didn’t hurt to remind them, especially the men with wandering eyes, that you were his special girl.

His good girl.

You certainly did your job, and you did it so, so well.

“Christ, sweetheart. M’so fuckin’ close—” Joel picks up speed, his hips snapping even harder, faster, the front of his thighs slapping against the backs of yours. Each thrust causes the bed’s rusted, iron headboard to slam violently against the wood panel wall.

You clutch fistfuls of the single, stale, yellowing sheet beneath you, each stroke he delivers knocking the wind out of your lungs, making it harder to breathe. He is so heavy on top of you, this big, broad, bulk of a man who makes you feel swallowed, smothered, and small. Joel takes up so much room inside of you, and it’s a wonder how you could possibly have any space left to spare.

It’s a fullness you can’t seem to get enough of.

It’s a craving, a need.

Worst of all, it’s slowly becoming a want.

“Daddy,” you choke out, fisting the sheet tighter, your skin stretching taut over your knuckles. Can the others also hear the squelch of your drenched cunt around his cock as it begs him for more?

“Fuck. You’re doin’ so fuckin’ good for me, baby,” Joel croons his praise. His hands abandon your hips and he hunches over you, his thrusts momentarily ceasing. He crushes his chest against your sweaty, quivering back and leans forward even further, bracing his large hands on either side of you. Then, his lips move to the shell of your ear and he speaks, his breath blazing hot on your skin. “Y’take me so well, honey. Y’take Daddy’s cock so fuckin’ well. This pretty little pussy was fuckin’ made for me. She was made jus’ for me—ain’t that right, angel?”

He’s right.

Oh, how you fucking hated that he was right.

It was made for him. Your cunt. Your body. You.

Every part of you was made for him, and only for him.

All you can do is nod dumbly in agreement.

“Say it,” Joel whispers his firm command. “Wanna hear you say it. Be a good girl and use your words. Say it, say this pussy is made for me.”

“Yes, Daddy,” you moan obediently, prompting him to grin against your ear. “My pussy is made for you, just—just for you. No one—no one else. Only you.” Could this really be the same voice that would break, grow hoarse from screaming for him to stop? The same voice that would beg and plead for him to set you free?

Jutting his hips forward, Joel buries himself to the hilt, eliciting a noise from you, something caught between a pained whimper and a contented sigh. His balls, heavy and full for you, rest on your clit, which is still sensitive to the touch after he’d spent a majority of the morning with his head buried in between your legs. Desiring yet another release, you try wriggling around beneath him in a silent plea for more. More, more, more.

Please, Daddy. More.

Joel’s grin widens. He places one of his hands on your soft lower belly, fingers dragging down the slope of it until he finds the slick swell of your seam between your legs where his girth splits you open. “Ready, baby?”

Nodding, you open your mouth to answer him, but the sound of your own groan cuts you off when his fingers firmly circle around your throbbing, swollen bud. “Oh,” you breathe, instantly sinking right into his touch. Your eyes screw shut tightly in pleasure, and you throw your head back onto his shoulder. The scruff of his beard is rough on your cheek, and it burns, the same way it had burned the tender flesh of your inner thighs.

His hips find their rhythm as you rub against his hand—you’re almost there. He knows this, you can tell by the chuckle that thunders in his chest and against your back. But you’re too busy chasing your pleasure to be embarrassed.

He’s made you a needy, greedy girl.

“Daddy,” you mewl, trying your hardest to move under him, to work your cunt up and down on his cock. “I’m gonna come—” You gasp, back arching as Joel strokes in and out, his fingers rubbing your clit with urgency.

Joel plants a sloppy, wet kiss on your cheek. “Give it to me, baby,” he grunts. “C’mon. Lemme feel her squeeze me.”

Feeling how close he is too, you try to hold on for just a little bit longer, at least long enough to finish with him, but Joel’s relentless, and you’re forced off of the ledge you’re both standing on first.

Crying out, your walls spasm around him, asking to be filled until he’s made a complete mess out of you, until white leaks, and it slowly dribbles down the insides of your trembling thighs.

“Fuckin’ Christ,” Joel rasps. He lifts himself off you and he pulls out, taking his throbbing cock in his hand. His chest heaves as he fists himself, the wet sound of your slick in his palm filling the room. “Down,” he grits, and you obey him, lowering down yourself on the mattress until you’re lying almost completely flat before him. He gives himself one final stroke just as you look over your shoulder at him, the gentle flutter of your eyelashes the last push he needs. “Fuck! Fuck, fuck—” Joel spills his load, shooting thick ropes of warm cum along the soft curve of your spine.

You rest your cheek on your folded arms, biting back a small sigh.

He’s left behind an ache—you feel painfully empty.

But it was Tess, who had been given the task of helping you track your menstrual cycle, that had given him the warning earlier that morning. “She’s ovulating. Don’t be a fucking idiot, Joel. Last thing we need is for her to—”

“Relax,” he’d gruffed in response. “I fuckin’ know.”

Spent, Joel hunches over you once more and he lightly kisses the top of your head before burying his nose into your hair. “Good girl,” he murmurs. Affection that once was unwelcome and unwanted, that once made you feel sick to your fucking stomach, now makes you feel something else entirely. You’re not quite sure what it is, only that it’s warm. Comforting. “Y’did so well for me, sweetheart. Always do.”

Your lips curl into a faint, tired smile he doesn’t see.

A while later, you find yourself perched on the bed with the sheet wrapped around you, quietly watching as he gets dressed. “Daddy?” you say tentatively as he drops into a nearby chair to pull on his boots.

“What is it, baby girl?”

“Do you—do you think we can go to the creek today?”

Joel finishes lacing his boots and looks up at you.

“I’d really like to wash up,” you admit, softly. That, and you would like to see the light of day. He’d boarded up the windows with slabs of wood—sometimes, if you’re lucky, you get some decent light seeping through the teeny gaps.

“Not today, honey. I’ve got some things to take care of. Supplies are low, we gotta do a run. Don’t have the time to take you.” He stands and picks up his rifle, slinging the strap of it over his shoulder. Noticing the crestfallen expression on your face, Joel’s eyes soften. He walks over and gingerly cups the side of your face in his palm. His thumb strokes your cheek. “Promise I’ll take you to the creek tomorrow, sweetheart. First thing. Alright?”

Nodding, your eyes fall to your hands in your lap.

“Okay.”

Joel kisses your forehead, then leaves the room.

He makes sure to lock the door from the outside, and you can’t help but wonder if he knows locking you in is no longer necessary.

“I can take her.”

Joel’s dark eyes remain focused on the state map laid out on the table in front of him. “What the fuck are you talkin’ about, Tess?” He sees her in his periphery, but is too busy figuring out the group’s best route to look her way.

“I heard her asking you to take her to the creek so she can bathe,” she tells him. “I can take her.”

Finally, his head snaps up and he turns to her. “What?”

Tess leans her hip against the table, crossing her arms over her chest. “You and Tommy can take the group, go and take care of what you have to take care of. I’ll stay behind and take her down to the creek,” she suggests casually, as if she’s not asking him to trust her with his most prized possession—the only damn thing on what was left of this fucking earth Joel Miller actually gives a shit about. “Once she’s washed up, I’ll bring her back to the cabin and put her back into the room. Easy.”

Joel stares at her, bewildered. “What makes you think I’d fuckin’ allow somethin’ like that?”

“Oh, come on.” She huffs and rolls her eyes. “Anytime I bitch about having to do something for that girl, you’re on my fucking case about it, and now that I’m offering to do something for her, you don’t wanna let me?”

He shakes his head and lowers his voice. “You’re talkin’ about takin’ her outside, Tess. Without me.”

“The creek’s just a mile away,” Tess reminds him. “I’m pretty sure I can handle getting her there and back with no trouble, Joel.” When he says nothing, she cocks her head to the side and scoffs. “What? You don’t trust me enough to take her under my wing for a couple hours?”

Joel’s lips pull into a tight line. 

Of course he does. Tess was his right hand woman, his second in command.

He trusted her more than his own fucking brother. She had never given him any reason not to, had never given him a reason to doubt her loyalty to him. No, his lack of trust has nothing to do with Tess—but everything to do with you. He doesn’t trust you. He will never trust you.

“What if she tries to—?” He can’t even say it.

“Tries to what?” She pauses. “Run?”

His throat goes dry and he gives her a subtle nod.

Joel Miller was a bad man who did bad things, but you were his good. You’ve brought back some meaning into this wretched life of his, gave him something that felt a lot like a sense of purpose. You were something for him to take care of, to keep safe and protect.

Tess raises an eyebrow at him. “You think I’d even give her the chance? Besides, the girl’s not that stupid, Joel. She knows better than to try anything. She knows she wouldn’t get very fucking far.”

“Tess—”

“I’m just trying to do something nice for her. Besides, I think it might do her some good to be in the company of someone else for once—the company of a woman.”

Joel peers at her, taking a minute to think it over in his mind before asking, “You’ll have her back in the room before I get back to the cabin?”

“Long before then,” she swears. “All in one piece.”

He hesitates. He’s still not sure.

It’s then that he remembers that disappointed look on your sweet, pretty little face. “Alright,” he relents with a deep sigh. “I trust you, Tess.”

It always feels a bit strange to be outside.

But being outside without Joel?

It feels even stranger.

When he’d walked back into the room and told you Tess was willing to take you to the creek, the news had taken you by complete surprise. When he said he was willing to let her take you, that you almost couldn’t believe. It hadn’t even sunk in until the three of you stood outside the cabin and he was kissing your forehead sweetly in a temporary goodbye before turning to Tess.

“Never take your eyes off her,” he’d instructed her.

“She’ll behave.” She had smiled at you as she pulled her pistol from the waistband of her jeans, the gleam of the silver barrel catching your eye. “Isn’t that right?”

Swallowing dryly, you had answered with a strained, “Of course.”

She’s the last fucking person you wanted to cross. She was almost as terrifying as Joel, if not more.

“Tess? W-Where are we going?” you ask as you trudge along behind her, hoping you don’t sound as winded as you feel. Although you had no way to keep track of the time, it felt like you’d been trekking for at least an hour. Your feet are starting to hurt in your shoes—old, worn, yellow canvas sneakers that certainly weren’t made for hiking. “I don’t remember the creek being this far from the cabin.”

Tess snorts. “Don’t tell me you’re tired already.”

“It’s just—we’ve been walking for a really long time.”

She glances over her shoulder at you. “Here I thought you would be a little fucking grateful to be out getting some fresh air,” she chuckles, shaking her head before turning her attention back to the path ahead.

“I am,” you squeak, stumbling over a fallen branch.

Silence falls over the both of you.

“We’re not going to the creek,” Tess finally speaks after a minute. “I’m taking you somewhere else. Somewhere even better. Just trust me, kid. Now hurry up.”

It takes another hour before you reach your destination, and you hear it before you can even see it, a humming sound that turns into buzzing the closer you get. Then, you feel it, a vibration in the rocks beneath your feet. “Is that a—?” Stepping around her, your mouth falls open in absolute awe at the sight before you.

The waterfall is nestled right in between the trees and surges over the rocky mountain, throwing up bubbles of spray as it plunges into the lake at the bottom, and from there, it foams into a thick, white lather at the base. On the bank, where you stand, you spot different types of vegetation you couldn’t identify even if you tried—all you know is that it’s green, and it’s beautiful.

“This is incredible,” you gasp.

“Way better than some little creek, huh?” Tess tucks her pistol into the waistband of her jeans and shrugs off her pack. She digs around in the front pocket and pulls out something wrapped in a piece of crumpled brown tissue paper. She hands it to you. “Here.”

“What’s this?”

“Well, if you’d fucking open it, you would know,” Tess rolls her eyes. “It’s my last piece of soap. It’s all yours.”

Her kind generosity comes as a surprise—usually, Tess wanted nothing to do with you. But you don’t question it, and you certainly don’t turn the rare luxury down.

“Thanks,” you say, shooting her a grateful look.

Tess nods towards the body of water. “Alright, then. Go on and get to it.”

You take the piece of soap out the tissue. The scent of lavender is faint, but still very much there. Joel will like the smell of it on your skin tonight, you think.

As you start to pull the strap of your cotton blue dress down your shoulder, you feel her gaze fixed intently on you. Heat rushes to your cheeks. “Uh, aren’t you going to turn around?”

“For fuck’s sake,” she scoffs. “I’ve got what you’ve got. Now hurry up, we don’t have all fucking day.”

Nodding, you peel off your dress and underwear, your face on fire as the older woman’s eyes slowly drag over your naked body. Carefully, you step off the bank and wade into the water. It’s so clear that you can count the pebbles underneath your feet.

Leaning against a nearby tree, Tess calls out, “You have ten minutes! And stay out of the waterfall! Last thing I need is for you to fucking drown.”

As she lights a cigarette, you can’t help but stare at her. Her features, though worn down after the hell she had been through trying to survive the post outbreak world, are beautiful. Big, dark green eyes, a perfect nose, and full, pouty lips. There’s never been a doubt in your mind that she and Joel have been involved with one another, and lately, the mere thought of anything between them made you uncomfortable.

It’s an odd sensation deep in your gut—jealousy?

But what were you jealous of? Her having had him first?

It shouldn’t matter to you, but it does. Insecurities you have never in your life felt before seep into your bones.

“Anyone ever tell you it’s fucking rude to stare?” Tess quips, raising an eyebrow at you. She shoves her lighter into the back pocket of her jeans.

Nervously, you sink lower into the water, nibbling the inside of your cheek. “Tess? Can I ask you something?”

“What could you possibly fucking want to ask me?”

You hesitate.

“How—how long have you known each other?”

“Who?” Tess plucks the cigarette from between her lips and flicks the ashes. “Me and Joel?”

You nod. “Yeah.”

She shrugs. “Don’t know. Six, seven years?”

“How did you two meet?”

“Long story that’s none of your fucking business.”

You ask your next question before you lose your nerve. “Have you two ever—?” Unsure of how to phrase it, you stop and clamp your mouth shut in instant regret.

“Have we ever what?” Tess studies your face, and she quickly realizes what you’re trying to ask her. “You’re seriously asking me if me and Joel have ever fucked?”

Biting your bottom lip, you glance down into the water at your feet. You honestly don’t expect her to answer, so when she does, you look back up at her in surprise.

“Yeah.” She takes a long drag from her cigarette, then adds, “Few times.”

Something unpleasant claws at your insides. “You two were together? Like a couple?”

“Something like that,” Tess mutters, flicking her ashes once more.

“What happened?”

She looks at you, pausing before answering, “You.”

Oh.

Before you can utter another word, Tess snaps, “Quit asking so many goddamn fucking questions and finish up washing. You’ve got eight minutes left.”

Not wanting to push your luck further than you already have, you do as she tells you in complete silence.

You lather up the soap in your hands, washing your hair first, and then your face and body, using your hands to scrub yourself as best as you can. Between the calming scent of the soap, the soothing sound of the waterfall, and the warm afternoon sun, you find yourself relaxing. You try to clear your mind, live in this peaceful moment which you very well may never get again, but your mind begins to wander.

And it wanders straight to Joel.

Closing your eyes, you can’t help but picture him here, standing behind you in the lake. You can almost feel his hands on you, long, thick fingers lathered with lavender soap, sliding down your body. His lips at your neck, he cups your breasts in his hands, rolling his thumbs over your hardened nipples until your head lulls, falling back onto his shoulder. Joel drags his hands further down, over your stomach, going lower and lower towards the place where you need them the most. “Yeah, baby?” he murmurs into your neck, dipping one of them between your legs until you are, quite literally, in the palm of his hand. “This where y’need me?”

Breathless, you respond, “It’s where I want you.”

Suddenly, your eyes snap open.

There is a wetness between your thighs, one that has nothing to do with the fact that you’re standing waist-deep in the middle of a lake. You shake those thoughts away and finish washing yourself.

“Time’s up,” Tess calls. She meets you on the bank with a dry rag. “Here.”

The rag doesn’t exactly cover much surface area, but you dry yourself off as best you can before tugging on your underwear and slipping on your dress. Just as you crouch down to slip your shoes on, she tosses her pack and it lands in front of you with a soft thud.

Confused, you glance up at her.

“There’s about a week’s worth of jerky in there. Longer, if you know how to ration,” Tess explains, calmly. “And a canteen for water. I also packed you a flashlight and a pocket knife. It’s not much, but—”

Frowning, you rise to your feet. “What are you talking about, Tess? What’s going on? Why are you giving me your pack?”

“Because I’m giving you a chance, kid.”

A feeling of dread pools in the pit of your stomach.

“A chance to what?”

“Run.”

Your heart stutters a beat. “Run?”

“He’ll come looking for you. You need to get as far away from here as possible. Run away, as far as you can, and don’t fucking look back.”

All you can do is stare at her in shocked silence.

“I can help you get a head start,” Tess offers, quietly. “I can show you which direction to go in and put you on a path leading to the closest state highway—”

“But what if I don’t want to run?”

Tess places her hands on her hips, and she exhales an incredulous laugh. “Jesus,” she breathes, shaking her head in pity. “He’s really got you fucking brainwashed, doesn’t he?”

You glare at her. “I am not brainwashed, Tess.”

“You’ve gotta be if you’re telling me you wanna go back to him.”

“Tess—”

She cuts you off. “He gave the order to raid your camp and kill your people,” she reminds you. “He fucking slit your father’s throat right in front of you, then took you as his prisoner. He made you his fucking sex slave.”

“He takes care of me! He feeds me, makes sure I have a bed to sleep in no matter where we are. He keeps me safe. He—he cares about me.” You will your voice not to tremble as you stand your ground. “No. I’m not running away, Tess. I want to go back.”

Tess sighs. “You’re really not gonna make this easy, are you?”

“Take me back,” you all but demand, your hands curled into the least menacing little fists she had ever seen in her life at your sides. “Take me back to the cabin—take me back to him, Tess. I mean it.”

Amused, she huffs through her nose. “Or else what?”

“You can’t make me run away, Tess.” As you take a step towards her, she reaches behind her and swiftly whips out her pistol from the waistband of her jeans. You halt, freezing in fear when she aims the barrel of the gun at your chest.

“Actually, I can,” she says, her finger hovering over the trigger. “So here’s how this is gonna go. I’m gonna walk away now. And if you even think about following me, or trying to find your way back to the group, you will die.” She tosses you a tiny, wry smile. “Believe it or not, I’m doing you a real big favor, kid. Problem is, he’s got you so fucked in the head that you can’t see it.”

“Tess, please,” you plead. “Don’t do this to me!”

She begins to back away. “Remember when you’d say that to him? How you’d beg him not to do those things to you every night? Beg him to let you go?”

“Please, just take me back to him!”

You start to follow her.

“You take one more fucking step and I’ll shoot you,” she threatens, her eyes darkening. “Don’t think I won’t.”

Tess keeps her pistol pointed at you until she slips into the trees and disappears, abandoning you in the middle of the forest.

He’s furious. Livid.

Joel paces back and forth on the porch.

“Where the fuck are they?”

The old, rotting wood that wraps all the way around the cabin creaks, and certain softer spots bend and buckle, threatening to give way beneath his heavy boots. Joel’s younger brother leans against the railing, which is just as fragile, an unlit cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth.

“Christ, Joel. Can you fuckin’ relax?” Tommy grumbles, fishing around in his back pocket for his lighter. “You’re gonna bring the whole damn cabin down if ya don’t cut that shit out.” He sparks a flame and lights the filtered end of the cigarette. He takes a long drag, and exhales the smoke through his nose. “You’re gettin’ worked up over nothin’, brother.”

“S’almost sundown, and they’re still not fuckin’ back.” Joel shakes his head. “Fuckin’ knew I shouldn’t have let Tess take her. Somethin’ happened, Tommy. I just know it.” He lifts his shirt and reaches for his pistol, pulling it from the waistband of his jeans. “M’gonna head to the creek myself to find ‘em. Ain’t gonna sit around on my goddamn hands and wait for it to get fuckin’ dark.”

“She’s with Tess. M’sure the girl’s fine—” Tommy stops, his eyes widening slightly. “Well, hell.”

“What?”

Tommy jerks his chin over Joel’s shoulder before taking another slow, casual drag of his cigarette. He savors the last few seconds of peace before shit inevitably hits the fan and his brother unleashes his wrath on anything, or anyone, in his path.

Joel whips around and his stomach sinks, his blood ice in his veins when he sees Tess approaching the cabin. Alone.

Both his mind and body go numb. It’s a jarring shock to his nervous system, and it takes him a minute or two to fully process the fact that you’re not with her.

“Joel,” Tess says his name carefully as he descends the porch steps and walks towards her. “I need you to take a breath, alright?”

“Where—where is she?” His voice breaks, his weakness momentarily slipping through the cracks.

Not that Tess didn’t already know you were Joel Miller’s weakness, his soft white underbelly, the only vulnerable part of his hardened self that could be penetrated—you would have been his downfall. As much as she’d like to say she did what she did solely for your own good, she also did it for his, and for the sake of the group as a whole.

It needed to be done.

He stands in front of her, a ticking time bomb about to go off.

Prepared to face whatever consequences of the choice she had made, Tess tucks her gun away and sighs. “You need to take a breath—”

Joel snatches her arm, his fingers digging into the flesh above her elbow. His emotions hit him all at once.

Fear, worry, anger. It’s the third that takes precedence, and before Tess can utter another word, Joel yanks her forward. She crashes against his chest so hard that it knocks the wind out of her. “Where the fuck is she?” He leans down, his nostrils flaring as he brings their faces the closest they have been in almost a year.

“Joel, take a fucking breath—”

“Where. Is. She.” His grip on her arm tightens with each word he bites out through his teeth. He’s vaguely aware the others have piled out of the cabin, gathering on the porch to watch the altercation.

“She ran,” Tess explains, calmly. She doesn’t falter, not even as his fingers sink deeper into her skin, promising her painful bruises which will take days to fade away. If he decided to let her live. “She ran away, Joel. I turned my back for one fucking second and she was gone. She even took my fucking pack. I tried going after her, but it was no use. She was too fast.”

Behind him, Tommy snorts. “She outran you?”

Her eyes momentarily flicker to him. “Her knees are a lot younger than mine,” she replies, flatly.

“Which direction did she go in?” Joel demands. When Tess doesn’t immediately respond, he shouts, “Which fucking direction!”

Tess manages to snatch her arm out of his grasp. She glowers at him, hissing, “What the hell does it matter which direction she went? You won’t fucking find her.”

His eyes meet hers, and he sees it. Feels it.

She’s lying to him.

“Tess.” Joel’s voice drops dangerously low. He studies her face, his brows creasing with suspicion. “What did you do?”

“I didn’t do shit, Joel. She fucking ran away.”

Without warning, Joel takes her by her throat. His other hand brings his pistol to her head, shoving the barrel of it against her temple. His nose touches hers. “Now, tell me why I have the feelin’ you’re not tellin’ me the whole truth?”

Tess lifts her chin. She searches his eyes, a sharp ache shooting through her. After everything, all the hell they had been through together—he would end her life, put a bullet in her because of you? Did she mean that little to him?

Or maybe she’d never meant anything to him at all?

She’s not sure which stings more.

“Because you’ve fucking deluded yourself into thinking that she willingly wants anything to do with you,” Tess finally answers. “That’s why.”

He ignores the burn of her scorching words.

“Where the fuck is she, Tess?”

“If she’s smart, she’s far away from here by now,” she hisses. “I did everyone a fucking favor, Joel. That girl is just another fucking mouth to feed. And what if you get her pregnant? That’ll be another one. Not to mention, a crying baby could draw unwanted attention and get us all killed. Ever thought about that? She’s not an asset to the group, she’s a fucking liability. Besides, I think I can speak for everyone when I say we’re all fucking tired of hearing you ra—”

Joel digs the barrel harder into her temple, his finger hovering over the trigger. “Listen to me. You’ve got ten seconds to tell me where she is, y’understand me?”

“Or what? You’ll blow my brains out?” Foolishly, Tess chooses to call his bluff despite not knowing for certain whether or not he’ll actually pull the trigger. “Go ahead, then. Kill me, Joel.”

His finger twitches over the trigger, but he doesn’t pull it. He can’t fucking pull it. Not on her. Not on Tess.

Still in his hands, she sags slightly in relief.

Swallowing harshly, Joel Miller lowers his gun and does something she’s never seen him do before. He begs.

“Tess, tell me where she is,” he whispers. His pleading is subtle, and only she can hear it. “Please—just fuckin’ tell me where my girl is.”

Tess stands her ground and says nothing.

Releasing her, Joel shoves her aside and with nothing but his gun in his hand, he sets off to find you.

“Ow, fuck!”

You gasp, quickly lifting your bare foot off the ground.

You’d stepped on something sharp—a stick, or maybe a rock?

In a desperate attempt to try and keep up with Tess’ tracks, you had stupidly left behind your shoes back at the waterfall. But the mere seconds you had spared by not stopping to put your shoes on hadn’t given you the advantage you thought it would. She had moved much too fast, and within minutes, you’d become helplessly, hopelessly lost. Every tree and every bush, they all look exactly the same, and for all you know, you’ve probably been going around in fucking circles for the past couple of hours in your search for her footprints in the dirt.

Sagging against the trunk of a nearby tree, you take a minute to try and catch your breath, to give your poor little feet a break from hiking over fallen branches and jagged stones.

Your head falls back, eyes gazing through the canopy of trees. Dusk has settled in, and nightfall is on its heels. It was foolish of you to leave behind your shoes, but even more so to leave behind the pack she had given you—in the pack were all the things meant to help you survive. Knife, flashlight, food.

Sure, you can survive a night out here in the wilderness without any of those things—but then what? Come dawn, what do you do? Where do you go? Do you just stumble around in the woods and hope for the best? Pray you’ll make it onto a highway with signs that will point you to a quarantine zone?

Hell, maybe you’re overestimating yourself. Maybe you wouldn’t survive long enough to worry about your next move. Howls in the distance remind you there’s wildlife out here, dangerous predators that come out after dark in search of their next meal. Or what about infected? It wasn’t unheard of for them to veer off the highway and lose themselves in the trees.

You recall your first few weeks in Joel Miller’s hands.

Escaping them was all you could ever think about, even though the chances of you surviving alone were slim to none, just like they are now. Never having been on your own, death would have been inevitable—but back then, in your darkest moments in captivity, you wished for it. You’d welcomed the idea of starving, freezing, or being torn apart limb from limb by an entire hoard of clickers. At least then, you’d die with your freedom.

Almost a year later, that wish has been granted.

You’re free.

You may very well die, but you would die free.

Closing your eyes, you think about Joel. His arms, that once held you down—held you still—as he did all those things to you without your consent, are arms your heart yearns to have wrapped around you, holding you close.

“Jesus,” you grit, a tear rolling down your cheek.

Maybe Tess had been right. Maybe he really does have you fucked in the head.

Joel was a monster. He had taken everything from you, including your innocence. He’d defiled you in ways you hadn’t known were possible. He was a terrible, terrible man.

A terrible, terrible man who kept you fed.

A terrible, terrible man who kept you warm.

A terrible, terrible man who kept you safe.

Another tear slides down the side of your face. What is fucking wrong with you?

You don’t know. But what you do know is, the thought of never seeing Joel again is somehow more terrifying to you than the thought of dying even the most brutal of deaths.

A loud rustling sound brings your train of thought to an immediate, sudden halt, and your eyes wrench open.

It’s darker now, but you manage to catch a movement in the shrubs, only mere feet in front of you. Panic flares in your chest, it rattles you to your very core, and even though every nerve in your body is urging you to move, you freeze, your back flush against the tree trunk. Your fingernails dig painfully into the bark as you watch the shrubs part down the middle, and a tall, hulking figure emerges with a heavy grunt.

At first, you think it’s just a figment of your imagination showing you what you wanted to see—a hallucination. Blinking furiously, you lightly shake your head, and then take another look at him. Your breath hitches when you realize it’s Joel.

He stares at you in the same manner, as if he’s trying to figure out if you’re real, or if his mind is playing a cruel, cruel trick on him. Feet cemented to the forest floor, he watches you take a small, tentative step towards him.

Once adamant that you’d never look him in the eye, you find your gaze locking directly with his as you carefully take another step closer. Then another, and another.

“Joel?” It’s the first time you’ve ever uttered his name.

He seems as taken aback hearing it as you are saying it.

“Joel.” It rolls off your tongue smoother, and with more ease the second time around.

It sparks a flame somewhere deep, deep inside of him, a fire that burns differently than those ignited by carnal desires.

No, this is something else entirely, and you feel it too.

“Baby?” he whispers hoarsely. “S’that really you?”

“Joel!” you cry, hurling yourself into his arms.

Joel’s gun falls from his hand and he curls them around you. Burying his nose into your hair, he inhales deeply. The scent of you, the feel of you—you’re fucking real.

Shuddering with sobs of relief, your arms wrap around his waist, and you cling to him as if you’re clinging onto dear, precious life itself.

“Hush now, s’alright,” Joel soothes, cradling the back of your head in one hand, while the rubs soft, calming circles into your back. “I’ve got you, honey. M’here.”

“I swear I didn’t want to run away,” you explain through your tears. “I begged her to take me back to you, Joel, I really did! But she left me out here—she said she would shoot me if I tried following her back. Please, you have to believe me, you just have to believe me!”

He squeezes you harder against his chest. “I do, baby. I do believe you,” he assures you. Pulling away, he takes a step backward and takes your face between his palms, peering at you in concern. “Y’hurt, sweetheart?”

“No,” you hiccup, curling your hands around his wrists. Your lower lip trembles. “I—I thought I’d never see you again. I was scared I wouldn’t,” you admit, softly.

Joel’s thumb wipes away a fresh tear. “M’here now,” he murmurs. “You’re with me, baby. You’re safe, alright?” As a late evening breeze passes through, he lets you go and shrugs out of his brown jacket. He goes to drape it around your shoulders, but you snatch it right out of his hands, then toss it aside.

Something in you snaps. You take fistfuls of his flannel, pulling him down towards you to do yet something else that takes you both by surprise—you initiate a kiss. You lean forward and press your lips to his, a little swipe of your tongue across his bottom lip as you clutch tighter at his shirt, holding him in place. Groaning, Joel opens his mouth more, his tongue brushing yours.

Liquid heat pools in your belly, and before you realize it, you’ve grown frantic, kissing him with fervor. Releasing his shirt, you slide your hands down his chest, over his stomach, lower and lower until you find his belt buckle. Desperate, you clumsily fumble with it, and that’s when Joel tears away from you, his breath hitching.

You’re begging before he can even say a word. “Please. I need you—I want you. Right now.”

You cup him through his jeans, and he exhales sharply.

“Fuck.” Without giving it a second thought, his hands reach for the straps of your dress, pushing them off of your shoulders. He roughly tugs at the material, letting it slip down your body until it falls around your feet. In a tangle of limbs and tongues, you both sink to the forest floor. Your hands brush his buckle, and he catches your wrists. “Not yet, baby girl. M’still in charge, alright?”

Sheepishly, you nod.

“Say it.” His command is firm, but somehow still gentle.

“You’re—you’re in charge.”

“Good girl.” Joel guides you onto your back. He’s over you in a second, swelling your lips with a hard, hungry kiss that leaves you dizzy and breathless. He moves his mouth, teeth scraping over your cheek and jaw, down to your neck where he nips at the tender, delicate flesh over your pulse point. Then, he bites his way over your collarbone and to your shoulder. “Bet she’s already wet for me,” he mumbles into your skin. “Ain’t she, baby?”

Pushing himself back onto his knees, he slides a finger over your clothed cunt, eliciting a small gasp from you. Hooking his fingers under the elastic waistband of your cotton underwear, he yanks the fabric down your legs. It catches on your foot, your wetness smearing against the inside of your ankle.

You’re drenched.

“C’mere,” Joel grunts, sliding his hands under your ass and pulling your hips over his thighs. He leans over you once more, your bare, throbbing cunt rubbing against the crotch of his jeans. He tuts lightly into your neck as you buck against him. “Such a fuckin’ needy little girl.”

Desperate, you try rolling your hips into his. “Joel.”

“Kinda like it when y’say my name.” He starts making his way down the length of your body. “Think I’ll like it even better when you’re screamin’ it. Won’t I, baby?”

Your stomach tightens as he nibbles his way down your neck again, teeth scraping over your clavicle and down your chest to your heaving tits. Taking one in his hand, the other goes into his mouth—his tongue is scorching hot over your nipple. He licks the pebbled flesh, sucks it and bites it while he rolls the other peak in between his thumb and index finger. “Oh fuck,” you gasp.

Releasing your breast with a wet pop, Joel sinks further down your body. He plants hot, open-mouthed kisses along the curve of your tummy, leaving behind a trail of fire in their wake. He stops over your mound and hovers for a fraction of a second before pressing his nose into the silky soft curls there. Inhaling deeply, Joel picks up the subtle, herbal scent of the lavender soap you had washed yourself with. “Fuck, y’smell so fuckin’ good.”

He pushes your thighs open, pinning one to the ground with his hand while the other goes over his shoulder. Your foot slides down his back, toes curling despite the fact that he hasn’t even reached the spot where you’re aching to have him most. Heart thundering, your blood rushes, roaring in your ears.

Joel turns his head, his lips brushing your inner thigh in another kiss. “S’this where y’want me, honey?” he asks you. Goosebumps erupt over every inch of your skin as he draws closer, his breath like steam on your core. He glances up at you, his cock twitching against his zipper at the sight of you laying naked before him on the floor of the forest. Willing. Wanting. “Hm? Right here?”

“Yes,” you breathe. “Please, Joel.”

Thankfully, you only have to ask him once, and then his face is buried between your legs, and he is giving you what you want.

“Fuck!” you cry out. Back arching, your head tilts back until the crown of it meets the ground, leaves and twigs finding their way into your clean hair.

Joel’s tongue flattens over your cunt in a broad stroke, then dips between your folds, collecting your slick with a harsh groan, one that sends a bone-rattling vibration throughout your entire body, from head to curled toes. His mouth opens wider—a starving, greedy man trying to eat you whole. Sliding his tongue over your clit, Joel seals his lips around it, sucking the sensitive bundle of nerves until it swells in his mouth.

High-pitched little cries and whines spill from your lips. Your hands shoot down, fingers tangling themselves in his dark, graying curls, eliciting a grunt from him when you tug at his roots. “Joel, fuck,” you choke, your nails scraping against his scalp. He slurps and swallows your wetness, the sounds drowning out those of the night—the chirping of crickets, the croaking of frogs, the soft hooting of owls are washed away until all you can hear is him devouring your pussy.

Your body starts to tremble, and you know you’re close. Joel does, too. He feels your thighs twitch, threatening to close around his head, but he wrenches them further apart with a muffled but firm, “No.” He drapes his arm over your pelvis, his large hand splayed on your belly.

Relentless, he sucks your clit, gliding his tongue over it, again and again until the muscles in your lower tummy tighten and you burst at the seams, unraveling into his mouth. Warm slick gushes out of you, a sweet mess he licks clean. You choke back sobs of pleasure, your body tensing, vision blurring with every stroke of his tongue, each scrape of his teeth over your clit.

Joel lifts himself onto his knees with a grunt and gazes down at you—his good girl, sweet and pliant and ready to be fucked full of his cock. His hands slide his belt out of its brass buckle, eyes still trained on you as he pops the button of his jeans and yanks down his zipper.

Your mind is fuzzy, still syrupy and dripping—it doesn’t fully register what he’s doing, not until he climbs back over you and you his hard cock brushes your thigh, hot velvet that sears the inside of your leg. Precum smears your flesh.

“Y’feel that? Feel what you fuckin’ do to me?”

“Joel.” Hands shaking, you reach for the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel more of his skin on yours. You whine when he catches both of your wrists in one hand, pinning them above your head. “Your clothes—”

“Stay on.” Ducking his head, he nips at your pulse point and mumbles, “Tell me what y’want, pretty girl.”

Joel shifts over you, his cock now resting on your lower belly, thick and heavy and leaking.

You squirm under him, hips coming off the ground, that hollow thing inside of you begging to be filled.

“Use your words, sweetheart. Tell me what y’want.”

“You, Joel—I want you. Please, please, please—”

He hushes you.

“I’ve you, baby. I’ve got you,” Joel promises. He wraps his other hand around himself, dragging the head of his cock along the seam of your puffy folds, up and down—he elicits a ragged little gasp from you when he grazes your clit and his fingers tighten around your wrists. He coats himself in your slippery slick until he’s glistening with it, and then he gives a slow roll of his hips, working himself into you.

Your mouth falls open. No words come out, no pleas for more—only jerky breaths, pathetic little pants for air as you take it.

Joel’s cock throbs, pulses like a heartbeat as your cunt welcomes him home. He presses his forehead to yours. “She’s always so fuckin’ sweet to me.” His voice is low, rough gravel. His eyes meet yours in the dark blue glow of the forest, and he savors the last moments of seeing your pretty face before the last traces of dusk are gone. Brushing his lips to the corner of your mouth, he feeds you his cock inch by inch, murmuring, “That’s it, honey. Good fuckin’ girl.”

You melt around him at his praise.

Releasing your wrists, he moves his hand, placing it on the crown of your head. “Ain’t ever lettin’ you out of my sight again,” he swears. “Alright? Never gonna be apart from me again, baby girl. Never. Y’understand me?” He curls his other hand firmly around your jaw, his fingers sticky with you and him. “Do you understand me?”

“Never,” you repeat, softly.

Joel kisses you, deep and slow, almost sweet. Tender. He breaks away, his lips hovering right over yours as he pushes his hips forward, bottoming out inside you.

Moaning, your hands grasp at his shoulders. Your legs widen further to accommodate the breadth of his hips.

“There y’go.” Joel presses deep within, until your belly feels hot and full. “That’s it, baby. Good girl,” he coos, drawing his hips back, then rolling them right back into you. He takes one of your ankles and tosses it over his shoulder, giving himself a better angle to fuck into you.

A loud cry tears from the back of your throat. “Joel!”

He grins in the darkness. He knew he’d like hearing you scream his name.

Joel’s hand settles on your leg that’s over his shoulder, your thigh already shaking. “Y’gonna be a real good girl n’ give me another one?”

You try to answer him, you really do, but your mind falls further and further away.

His fingertips sink into your thigh. He strokes in and out of you, never retreating more than inches at a time so he keeps you full. Stuffed. “Christ. Takin’ it so fuckin’ well,” he croons, moving your leg off of his shoulder so they are both wrapped around his waist. Hunching over you, he bears down hard, using most of his weight. He almost chuckles at the little oof that puffs out of you.

Rocks and twigs dig painfully into your back, but all you can do is feel him. How close he is.

You’re right there with him.

“Joel—fuck, I’m gonna co—”

You’re cut off by your own sharp gasp.

“That’s it. C’mon, honey.” Joel slips his hand between your thighs, his fingers firmly rubbing your clit. “C’mon, baby. Be a good girl and come on my cock—”

It rips through you like an electric current, a shockwave that has you clawing at the dirt. You come crying Joel’s name, crumbling into a whimpering, quivering mess.

Within seconds, he’s swept away by the same tide.

“Baby,” he groans, dropping his head into the hollow of your neck. He goes still and lets your tight cunt clench at him, gripping his cock as it throbs, pulses, empties into you. After a minute, he brushes a kiss to your neck before mumbling, “My sweet girl.”

Joel makes no move to pull out of you. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, your soiled fingers toy with the soft curls at the nape of his neck, shattered breaths slowing and piecing back together.

You gaze up through the trees at the night sky, feeling the safest you’ve ever been with the earth at your back and your whole world on top of you, his cock buried in your cunt.

Tess is right. Joel Miller really does have you fucked in the head.

You’re certain of it when you make the realization with a smile.

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[emmyrosee]

Eeee welcome back !! How was the vacay??

Also just wanted to let you know your uncle samu/ dad tsumu Drabble gave me baby fever 😭😭😭 pls spare some more crumbs of those two if you can !!

Vacay was okay, thank ya baby! Definitely glad to be home but grateful we were able to get away for a bit 🥰❤️

bUT IM A L W A Y S DOWN TO SPARE ALL I CAN FOR DAD TSUM AND UNCLE SAMU-

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“Okay, don’t look!”

Atsumu sounded excited, far too excited for the night ahead, and you chuckle as you pass the last child in the group their last piece of candy before closing the door. It was the first Halloween Hisako could walk on her own, and he was beyond excited for the possibilities of costumes with his baby.

And despite the way Atsumu wanted to hide his excitement when Osamu asked if he could trick or treat with them too, you could tell just by the way they’d eyed costumes for the past week that they were far more excited for this than your two year old knew how to be.

“I’m not looking,” you assure, watching the group of kids and their parents toddle down the path of your home. Behind you, you hear the giggles of your daughter and the shuffling of feet, and you keep your promise to keep looking away even though you’re eager to see what they came up with.

“Alright momma,” Atsumu hums, his voice a few feet behind you. “You can turn around.”

Instantly, you do, and your hands immediately come up to cover your mouth at the adorable sight.

Standing before you, decked out in the most easy, comfortable costume they could find, were the famous Miya Twins, dressed as Mike Wazowski and Sulley, the blonde Sulley holding a pink-pajama clad Hisako in his blue arms.

The twins looked so warm you were almost jealous, in their onesies, Osamu’s green hood pulled up and over his head to expose the single eye, while Hisako plays with the blue fur on Atsumu’s own onesie. They look comfortable and positively adorable, and your heart flutters at the sight of the two men blushing as you stare at them with that grin of yours.

“Oh my gosh!” You coo, your hands instantly coming up to cover your mouth. “You three look so cute!”

“Boo!” Hisako cheers, and you watch with complete love in your eyes as the two grown man gasp in fear, their heads whipping towards her in a rehearsed manner. You can’t help but absolutely beam at the sight of the two men in front of you, committed to making a new memory with their favorite little girl.

“How on earth did you come up with this?” You hum, making your way over to Atsumu. You plant a kiss to his cheek, relishing in the way his skin warms up under the affection.

“Well, it was hard to find a trio costume without a… uh…” Osamu gestures to himself “feminine persona-“

“I told you, there were plenty of same-sex couple costumes-“

“Yea, and I told you, that they were still couple based, and that was weird- I’m your brother.”

You snicker at their back and forth for a few more minutes before sighing, “what about Mario and Luigi? Wario and Waluigi? You could’ve made fake jerseys of your high school numbers and been each other. Burger and Fries, Shaggy and Scooby, buzz and woody, you could’ve been sleepy and sneezy and she could’ve been Snow White-“

“Okay, we get it, we had a lot of options,” Atsumu snorts, casting a look to his brother, who’s now rubbing his eyes with his thumb and forefinger. “How about I say we chose this costume because when we’re done, she’s in her pj’s?”

“I’ll allow it,” you say sweetly. You rise slightly on your tiptoes to gently pinch Hisako’s nose, beaming as she squeals happily, “but I just know you two will be the cutest monsters on the block.”

“Ahem,” Osamu clears his throat dramatically. “I think you mean, three.”

“Of course,” you say, furrowing your brows and nodding in agreement. Your face softens and you pass Osamu a little pumpkin head meant for candy, “go. She has no known allergies and I like fruity candies. Have fun. Be safe.”

“We will, momma,” Atsumu assures, nudging his head towards the door. “You be safe too. Lots of monsters out tonight.”

You roll your eyes in amusement for his double entendres, “I will be. Oh! And take plenty of pictures! I want some for Granny’s gift, since we didn’t get any last year.”

“You got it, baby,” Atsumu chuckles, pressing a kiss to your head. “We’ll be back soon.”

Sure enough, just about an hour later, when Osamu’s got a sleeping Hisako on his back and Atsumu with a full pail of candy, it’s safe to say Operation: First Halloween was a success.

Especially as you hear them talking about costumes for next year as they make their way to you, in the living room.

[writing-funsies]

Hi! Im not sure if you are taking requests right now, but if you are, could you maybe write a female reader who has asd and adhd with the monster trio and ace? I think it would be nice to see how they treat them romantically

notes: Yes, I'm taking requests! I leaned more into the adhd aspect of your request as I don't have a lot of experience writing for characters with asd. There's not a lot of use of she/her pronouns, but I did write these with a female reader in mind. Usually, I would only do a max of 3 characters for headcanons, but I couldn't leave out any of these dear boys <3 I hope you like how these turned out! Thank you so much for the request @bumblebreethattisme <3

pairings: monster trio + Ace x reader (separate)

warnings: none

Luffy

Luffy is actually very understanding when it comes down to it

he himself doesn't have a particularly long attention span

so when you're jumping from topic to topic and constantly switching to different activities

he's right there with you

he can keep up quite well

and when you've become hyperfocused on something

well, he kinda gets it when you compare it to his obsession with meat

but he thinks meat is the best

so he still doesn't quite understand your fixation

not the best listener around

though he will try to focus when you're talking about your passions

sorry, but he will ultimately get distracted by something else

he's super sweet

and he loves to drag you along when exploring new islands

but if you find yourself becoming anxious

experiencing sensory overload

just let him know

and he'll quickly take you somewhere quieter

most of the time he's pretty loud 

he's always moving around

playing 

yelling

just making noise

but he'll settle down for you

it's hard for him to sit still

but when you tug at his sleeve or tap on his shoulder

your mouth pulled into a slight frown as you try to stay calm

he knows that it's time to settle down

he'll put his hat on your head

and take you up to the crow's nest

where you two can just relax together

he'll hold back any of his physical affections until you give him the go-ahead

then he'll wrap his arms around you and place a bunch of kisses across your face

Zoro

he kind of sees you as a female version of Luffy

but not in a weird way 

likes to take naps with you

you're like two cats that got caught in a sunbeam

it's just so warm and welcoming and before you know it you've drifted off with your head laying against your beefy boyfriend

you are always getting lost

which doesn't help when you and Zoro go off together to stretch your legs on new islands

you're holding his hand

making mental notes about your surroundings

and marking your own landmarks

when an odd sound catches your attention

it only takes a moment for you to start heading toward the noise

which turns out to be nothing

and now you have no idea what direction you came from

Zoro doesn't mind though

he enjoys just spending time with you

he never gets mad at you for forgetting things

if it were anyone else

he'd yell at them

but he knows you're trying your best

plus he'll just remember all the important stuff for you

doesn't know how to handle your emotions

he's not the most sensitive guy around

but he will sit and listen to you vent

60/40 chance of him falling asleep

he's just a sleepy guy

will apologize if he falls asleep in the middle of you talking

gets very concerned when you zone out

especially if it's while everyone is going over a plan

he'll bump your arm bringing you back to the present

did you get all that

get all of what

*stares*

just stay with me and hit who I hit

*insert cute smile*

okay!

he can't help but find it adorable when you imitate his fighting style

so he'll give you a few pointers

and show you how to properly use a sword

Sanji

the ultimate simp

he just loves you so much

and he finds every little thing you do to be adorable

the most patient man to ever exist

wants to make sure his princess is happy

so he takes special care to help you keep up with your schedule

and gives you little reminders throughout the day

here, drink some water

y/n-swan, my love, it's time for you to take a break

will do your chores for you if you forget

you will never miss another meal again as long as he's around

he's always down to make you new food that you want to try

but he doesn't mind sticking to your favorites

he understands that taste and texture are both extremely important

if he ever makes something that you don't like

he'll make you your own separate dish

and protect it from Luffy

loves it when you sit with him in the kitchen while he cooks or cleans up

this man never makes you feel bad for your habits

no matter how many times you forget something

or if you get lost

or zone out

or just need some alone time

he understands

and he does everything in his power to accommodate you completely

he wants you to be comfortable

everyone deserves to live their lives without unnecessary stress because of circumstances that could easily be adjusted

he would do his own research on your hobbies and fixations so that way he can contribute and show that he is interested in the things you're interested in

would cry if you gifted him anything related to his hobbies

or if you took the time to learn a couple of recipes to surprise him with

Ace

a true gentleman

he loves to listen to you info-dump about your interests

helps you with your chores

he doesn't really have a set routine 

but will happily try his best to stick to one if it helps you 

leaves you little notes posted everywhere

love you

don't forget to help Thatch today

check up on the 12th

a heart with your initials inside

drink this

he grew up with Luffy

so he knows exactly how to handle the hyperactive episodes

it also helps that he goes through them himself

makes sure you have a plate full of foods you'll eat before he starts eating

loves to explore new islands with you

and is happy to let you lead him around

he'll keep track of where you are so you don't have to worry about getting lost

though if y'all do get lost

he'll reassure you that Marco will find you

(and he does)

(every time)

gets so excited every time you give him a little gift

even if it's a rock that reminded you of his eyes

Ace definitely has some type of collection that's just random things he picked up off the ground

so you two always look for stuff together

it becomes a combined collection

which ends up taking over your room

but every item has such a sweet memory behind it

you can't just throw any of it away

keeps up with your conversations easily

and can connect the dots between topics

he loves to play layers of separation

(basically you take two completely random topics and then have to come up with a string of topics to connect the two original topics)

it's always so interesting to see what off-the-wall ideas you come up with

he's such a loving and kind partner

that you could never imagine being with anyone else

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

Val! 💗 my bruja favorita 😍 Cómo estás? Your oracle event looks really fun and I love that you included multiple decks to choose from! Hmm… that romance angels deck is calling to me… may I please request a Katakuri x Fem!Reader SFW? As an offering, I leave a gentle photo reminder of Marco and his fingers 😉 Thank you!

Savannah your mi favorita bruja 💗😘🥰🤗 Muy bien, y tú? Im so glad you liked it love 💗🥺🥰 girl yes!!! So when shuffling the deck let me tell you asking the question for a sweet fluff for kata two cards flung out seriously I was like sweet cheese and crackers when I saw them. 👀 the two cards were wedding and worth waiting for: there is a foundation being set wedding symbolize commitment and fulfillment Worth waiting for you are stepping into a high power and your recognizing your worth which is truly amazing when you step into that kind of energy I think of it as boss girl energy you are so determined to reach your goals push forward babe! I’m so happy for you love!!!!! I hope you enjoy this little piece! Omg girl Marco Marco Marco need I talk about the conversation about that 🙈🙉🙊 thank you for blessing me with this lovely gift 🥺🥺😊🌹

Katakuri x Fem Reader: Your the One I’ve Been Looking For SFW

warning : none

He didn’t expect to fall in love in this lifetime. He just couldn’t get close to anyone a lot of it had to do with the way he looked, covering up his main insecurity his mouth. You caught him off guard, the sweets commander was known for his fearsome personality the cold stare he would give to people that would make people , run in the opposite direction. Showing him the compassion and love he was really never used to, he would describe it as taking a bite out of a freshly made donut.

Looking down at his wedding his thumb rubbing the bottom of the ring, he let a small smile come out. On the other side of him, placing your hand above his. Catching his attention seeing your hand with the pretty pink diamond that sparkled brightly. As any form of light hit it. Turning his head to see the sweet smile on your face. Dressed in a beautiful gown with small accents of soft pink on the dress. “How does it feeling being a married man?”

Picking up your hand bringing it to close to his lips “I can’t describe how I feel right now because it feels all so surreal in this moment.” Pressing a gentle kiss on your hand. No matter how loud the reception was the music blasting in the background the happy chatting and laughs from the family and friends, it was tuned out when you both talked nothing to interrupt the moments you spent with one another. “You do make me a very lucky man to be alive right now _____.”

“I was thinking the same thing. You have made me feel like the luckiest girl in the world.” You did feel the same way. To get to know Katakuri for who he truly was, was all you could have asked for. He made you feel safe, protected and loved. For years chipping down his guard so you could get to know him. When he knew you were the one he let you see the real him even without the scarf. He at times called himself a monster but he was not close to being a monster. You didn’t see him as a monster you saw something more than he couldn’t see.

Katakuri looking at the party guest, wishing he would take you to the private merienda for some alone time. You were thinking the same thing as you were going to ask him her already respond “I would like that a lot.” Using his observation haki as he seen you were going to ask him. Swiftly stepping away as you seen the crowd observe big mom devouring the wedding cake. “Well we gotta thank big mom for the distraction so we could leave.” You chuckled. Entering the private merienda. Seeing the table set up, Katakuri had this planned out placing all your sweet treats on the table you both enjoys, matching tea set.

“I wanted this to be something special for just us.” Katakuri looked down towards you. In a swift motion Katakuri picked you up in his arms, your eyes meeting with his crimson red ones. “47 years of being on this earth you were worth the wait _______, We will share many more years together as husband and wife.”

“I look forward to it as long as your by my side.” Your fingers placed on his jawline. Both of you leaning forward for a sweet kiss. Both of you knowing the true meaning of being loved was all you both ever asked for.

Tagging: @undercoverweeeb @fireflykaizoku @kristaline2dmensimp @starrybrujita