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granolawriting · 1 year ago

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How abt one where Joel misses the reader sm soo he comes to meet her very late at night they both drink leading to smut cause ofc 😭😏 and maybe in the middle joel makes a vid of them but he didn’t remember it cause he was drunk and later after a week or soo he discovers it idk something like that 😫

pairing: NSFW!reader x no breakout!Joel

Summary: Joel brings over liquor and a smile, a situation synonymous for whats to become of every few months of your life filled with drunken sex and family dinners with him. And as you hear the infamous knock upon your door once more, you fall for his southern charm once more.

Content warning: dom!Joel, drunken sex, doggystyle, video without permisson, rough fucking, porn with a little plot, cumming inside, praise, pet names (sweetheart, darling, doll), "good girl", long haired joel because I say so!!!, age gap (obviously..)

word count: 2.8k

A/N: thank you for this request!!! my first Joel req.. of many I hope hehe. I have a special place in my heart for drunk Joel, probably for reasons I shouldent. But I digress, very fun to write :)) I hope you enjoy!

The clacking of your keyboard brings noise to an otherwise quiet evening within your home, finishing up work on your computer was the only thing that troubled your mind at what the clock shone as 12 into the night.

A ring of your doorbell catches you off focus for a moment. There was no means for a package to arrive or even people for that matter. It was far too late for any reasonable person to be out and especially at your door. Fear overtakes you for just a moment before curiosity outweighs it and the sudden urge to stay where you are is replaced by the insatiable one to see what lies on the other side of the door.

You check the phone that had been charging at a port out of your line of sight to be greeted by absolutely nothing, zero clue into what the meaning of this visit could entail.

The creak of the door upon your hands opening its knob do you watch as it reveals a certain Joel upon the other side of the door. Facing him as he faces you, a selfish smile coating his face as he grips within his hand some nondescript black plastic bag.

Looking upon Joel did you notice the clothes, and general demeanor he held. With salt and pepper hair grown out slightly, traces of product line it's ends as they clump together to create some semblance of unity as they fall upon his face, the gruff lines and wear of an older man are what you find beneath the strands of hair-- a grin complimented by a short and kempt beard. The clothing upon his body was all worn, but good quality. Red plaid complimenting his undershirt as a worn brown leather jacket works as his outer jacket. Dark levis that signified one of his better-dressed pants, as the stains of work grow more apparent upon the lighter colors he chooses for jeans. His belt was fashioned to fit the precise mold of his body with the crease of the belt hole he uses every morning having considerably more wear than the rest of the belt.

“Hey sweetheart.”

A compelling southern drawl complimenting a sly smile was almost enough for you to entertain this interaction with outright positivity.

“Joel, what are you doing at my place this late. Don't you have work in the morning?”

“Got the day off. But I'm flattered yer lookin out for me darlin. Came by just to say hi, that such a crime?”

He lets himself into your home as the sloshing of the bag he held within his fingers becomes more curious.

“You at least gonna tell me what's in the bag? Or is that also none of my business.”

You cross your arms in an attempt at anger, though fall short as he sees right through you, as he always has been able to.

Two bottles clash with the top of your wooden table providing a clink to follow what he says;

“Thought we could share a drink, you and I. like old times ‘member?”

Memories of the ‘old times’ flood your memories as blurs of sloppy kisses and drunken love fill your mind, the reminders of all the times you and he have had together, and all the times you have not had together. The relationship between you and him was special to say the least. He was no boyfriend, but he was definitely not just some kind of fuck buddy. Or was he? There had been times you took care of Sarah, taken her to games, but there had also been times when there was no communication for weeks on end. It all depended on if you guys just showed up at one another's door. All oftentimes ignited by a simple drink, would it grow into flame of passion that extinguished within the coming months to be done once more after well enough time away.

It was very toxic, sure. But for someone like Joel, part of you was compelled to believe you could just deal. You didn't mind it.

“Well if the drinks are free, I can't say no. and free delivery, now that's something special.”

You teased with him a moment, as it wasn't discernable what kind of night it was going to be yet. Some nights you and Joel stayed up until the early morning talking about life, the way you two felt about the world and so on. Other times, the early mornings greeted you with a lot less of a profound means for staying awake.

“You know that's my specialty.”

He stands to grab glasses from your cabinet, the muscle memory he holds of knowing exactly where they are making a swift shift from shelf to table as he proceeds to pour you a glass.

…

The night grows dark as the two of you grow to run out of things to catch up on. Learning about Sarah's most recent academic achievement, or what sport she's picked to do for this spring. He tells you about the things going on at his work, trying to dumb it down but never quite making it understandable regardless. You tell him how your work goes, trying to not mention any school you may still engage in as a means to not remind him how old he is or how the gap in your age could be equally compared to that of the entire rule of certain kings throughout history.

You grasp at things to say near the end of your last story. Realizing nothing already said can follow up, leading to a lapse of silence to overtake you two as liquor fills your system looked within his dark eyes as they stare back at you.

“Know what, fuck it.”

Joel mutters before pushing all casualty and simple conversation out the window as the tension building up inside of him grew too hard to bear. It seemed as if he was just looking, praying for a quiet moment so he had the means to pounce on you. He didn't properly care about any work you had due, as he watched the pink of your lips as they moved with the sound of your voice, the hair upon your head falling into your face and watching sloppy fingers push it behind your ears. The way your chest poured out of the top you wore and above all else, the look within your eyes that yearned and pleaded for the exact same thing.

He almost jumped on you, the passion deep within his heart that sunk to his legs as he brought himself from the seated table to your left sounds of wood clashing against wood and a disruption in all the items upon the table you two sat at he brought himself closer to you in one move. He knocks you off your own chair in the process, as the two of you fall onto the floor in a fit of passion as his lips interlock with mine.

“You don't know how fuckin badly I’ve been missin this darlin”

Is muttered as he lay above you, his arms now holding your wrists to the floor as he looks you up and down. He goes into your neck, licking it up and down as his sloppy movements and tongue coat your whole neck with the sensitive kisses bites of his drunken fervor. His hand releases from the right side of your wrist as it traces down your body, his knee propped up against the left side of you he stables himself to feel your body with his hand. Groping your chest desperately as you feel calloused hands trail under your shirt and across your waist. Sloppy grabbing at every part of your naked body as he moves from your neck to your lips once more. Forcing his tongue down your throat as every move he makes is made with unparalleled desperation.

He lets up for a moment, breath heavy and sweat coating his face as the clothes he wears begin to heat him up. Realizing that you watch him straddled on top of you as he removes his jacket, followed by the unbuttoning of his flannel to reveal the muscle he held underneath. You watched as his chest went up and down to match the sound of his breath as he looked upon you.

Part of you grows desperate as well, as your now free hands trail to the only part of him that still stays dressed, his pants. Moving fingers to trace the creases and lines of his jeans, slowly going closer to the growing bulge in his pants. Playfully toying with it, getting just close enough to it but never exactly where he’d want you to.

You watch as every move you make brings him even more tense, small groans are to escape him as you move a single finger over his bulge and you watch as he throws his hands on the sides of the floor next to you. your faces now an inch apart he whispers within your ear;

“Nows not the time to be playin with me sweeheart. Theres no reason I wouldn't turn you right around and fuck you myself now is there?”

You stay silent for a moment, but he grabs your jaw and asks again.

“Is there, darlin’?”

You shake your head no, unable to muster up a word as your arousal turns you into silent awe at the sight of him. Though with his suggestion you allow yourself to thereafter be moved by his hands onto your stomach, leaving your back completely vulnerable to him. You hear what is the clink of his belt as he struggles to get it off in desperation and with the drop of it across the room thereafter. You hear the zipper of his pants signify their drop as well, watching his phone fall to the side of you in the process.

He removes your shorts and underwear at the same time to reveal just your ass below him as he straddles your lower legs. Feeling as his hands toy with your ass, moving it and smacking it as he wished.

Though without much more time wasted, you hear a spit into his hand that undoubtedly coated his cock, as you felt his heat meet yours as he teased it between your folds for a moment before entering you.

He enters you with a long groan, as he goes in and out of you with no pace and little regard for going slow. The first few thrusts are slow and intentional, but he grows much more sloppy with no time.

He leans his body to curve on top of yours as you lay on the floor with your knees only to prop up an easier means for him to enter you. He begins to bite your ear, groans and whispering into your ear praise and curse words;

“Fuck hnm, darlin’ you’re so fuckin tight for me. Oh my god ya feel so good fer me. You’re my good girl takin it like you should.”

His drawl comes out even more when he's drunk, he humps you as you feel his breath hitch and grow uneven on the side of your neck. Though he centers himself once more, this time using only one hand to hold you as to hold you still as he fucks into you. His forearm crossed above your chest, feeling the muscle of his bicep on the side of your arm and the thickness of his forearm grip you as he moves in and out of you.

“Do you like that huh? Tha way I'm fuckin ya? Arent you my good fuckin girl?”

He demands a response, to a pleading and moaning mess in your reply as you utter out the words;

“Yes, yes I'm you’re good girl. Please, don't stop please”

“I could never stop when you feel this fuckin good. God I'm,”

He falls into grunts as he tries to keep his body straight as he fucks into you with even more desperation as you can feel him growing close by just the feeling of him inside of you. And before you know it you feel a final groan escape him that follows hot fluid shoot deep inside of you as he rides out his full orgasm feeling you contract on top of him, your body desperate to keep in every drop.

Falling onto the floor, he lays beside you in a sweating, breathless mess as you lay there the same. For a moment you and him look at one another and smile, before you both get up once more to clean each other off, and go in for a shower before you two share a bed for the night. God knows how late it even is now.

---

“Hey doll, ya know where I left my phone?”

A voice wakes you up, one of a fully dressed Joel who apparently, is about to leave.

“Aw, not staying for breakfast?”

You tease, letting yourself get up a bit and stretching to orient yourself to the morning.

“Would love to, but Sarah's gotta short day at school today. Hows about ya come over fer dinner tonight? Our treat.”

He shines you an old smile, and your heart melts the same way it's done every time past.

“Then it's a date. Last I saw, your phone was on the floor in my living room.”

Pointing him to that direction, he exclaims to have found it, and to follow you hear and opening and shutting of a door to signify that once more, you are alone. Beginning your morning routine you spend some time moving things around mentally, seeing what to do with the day since you now have plans in the evening.

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Joel stops his car within his driveway, checking the time he realizes he’s much earlier than he expected himself to be. He has around 3 hours to kill before a little girl will be waiting for his beat-up car to take her home early, the best day to ever befall a girl or so it seemed to her. Walking within his home he drops keys into an empty bowl, kicking off heavy boots so the creaking within his home subsides to a much lighter and more sparse sound than that of heavy boots clanking on the soft wooden floors. He sits upon the green couch in his living room, turning on the tv he devises to text you something as a means to make up for the abrupt departure the night before. Though as he opens his phone, it opens to the photo gallery where a new video seems to have been added.

Oh my god.

He clicks on it with hesitant hands, and as he does his mind is brought back to a night he failed to properly remember.

“Do you like that huh? Tha way i'm fuckin ya? Arent you my good fuckin girl?”

“Yes, yes i'm you’re good girl. Please, don't stop please”

He feels himself grow at the sight of what's on his phone.

A video, of last night?

He never remember taking something like this. Let alone ever saving it. But as he watched as he came inside of you, hearing your begs and pleas for his cock it aroused him in a way he couldn't suppress. As the video ended he lay dumbfounded for a moment. Curious about what to do with such a video. But as he looks at the replay button upon his phone the only thing that fuels him is unquenchable lust.

Unbuckling his belt once more, he unzips his pants to reveal his hard member once more. Sitting upon that couch does he replay the video. Slowly touching himself at the sight of your body. Watching the way your ass moved on his cock, the way your waist looked curved to get the most pleasure out of his cock. He watched the way you bounced on and off him, the way your body looked gripped by his arm and the desperation that coated your voice as every thrust inside of you elicited a scream or a moan.

He was obsessed, entranced with watching over and over again as he made you cum, as he came inside of you. And as the pace of his hand around his cock grew faster, it was before he knew it that he finished with closed eyes and a heavy groan once more.

After cleaning himself up and changing, he looks at the video on his phone once more. Curious of what to do with it. He thinks for a moment, but as a smile creeps upon his face he knows exactly what to do with it.

“Wanted ta’ let you know I just had a little fun with this. You look fuckin’ amazing darlin’. Might hafta do this more often.”

*video attached*

#joel x reader #joel miller #tlou #joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #smut #fanfiction #joel tlou #joel smut #joel fanfic #tlou smut #tlou fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedro x reader #x reader #the last of us #the last of us fanfiction

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colliholly · 2 years ago

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I love that you used to draw spamton more consistently with a shirt but now you more consistently draw him with his tits out. You werent lying about being immune to puppet boobs huh? 😏 /lh/lh/lh

(its okay im not immune to the puppet boobs either)

LOL... even though I love the idea of him wearing a white turtleneck, I found drawing the actual turtleneck collar on him always looked a little awkward. Which was partially why I upgraded him to no undershirt

The spoobs are also a plus

#ask #spamton

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nemo-in-wonderland · 4 months ago

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Buddy! *brings in a pot of calming tea and plops down* So...Barnabas and Neva...what's each one's favorite article of clothing to see the other person in, specifically in the bedroom? ("Nothing at all" is also an acceptable answer hehehe 😏) -Crowie <3

CROWIEEE MY DEAR!!!!

ALWAYS COMING IN BRINGING THE GOOD QUESTIONS!! 😂😂(and yes, I got the one about Mephisto's hair, I am still debating how to answer that one, BUT IT WILL BE ANSWERD, DINNAE WORRY LOL).

So, come here now and grab some pizza with me, while you are at it!!

SO, BARNABAS AND NEVA EH???

mmmm the favourite clothing that they love to see on each other specifically in the bedroom, eh??? *wiggle eyebrows*

YOU ALREADY ANSWERED TO IT. 😂😂😂😂

But in all seriousness, it depends on the occasion in bed.

You see, Neva is INCREDIBLY uncomfortable to be in the nude, even with Barnabas, especially in the beginning; not so much for the sex, but rather because of how completely scarred her whole right side of the face and body is, and she doesn't want her King to see her like this.

And Barnabas knows that. He knows it very well.

So, I like to imagine that Barnabas' favourite garment for Neva in bed is this one

but not truly for how the garment looks, but rather for how happy and comfortable and BEAUTIFUL Neva felt when she was wearing it for him.

Neva instead loves to see him wear just his undershirt completely unbottoned.

LIKE, THERE IS SOMETHING IN PEEKING AT HIS CHEST FROM THE OPEN SHIRT THAT JUST MAKES HER GO GAGA.

I MEAN.

ahem

but well!

there you have it!!

THANKS FOR PASSING BY, CROWIE, DEAR! <3

--Nemo

#Nemo babbles #replies #ask #friends #Barnabas Tharmr #Neva Roslin #Ship: Barneva

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the-missann · 2 years ago

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Previous post (Mammon)

Here we have ~Leviathan~ ☺

He stole my heart and my phone storage.

Levi's Casual Outfit

I actually had a love for this outfit for the longest and didn't change him on my home screen for nearly a year after I unlocked it.

Why I liked this?

Well, because it looks perfect to game in. As someone who plays video games, you sit on your ass for hours and don't have time to stop to change anything on you.

So if it's too hot, take the jacket off and wear the undershirt.

If it's too cold, put it back on.

In addition to him wearing joggers, which is just the most "gamer" thing I've ever seen, his clothes just look really comfortable. They look as if you could wear them for hours and not be bothered by jeans being too tight or a dress shirt getting uncomfortable after a while of sitting.

11/10 for me.

Levi's Human World Fit

As for this one, I didn't like it at first, but now I'm desperately farming for shards to get this 😷. Now, this takes a turn from him being comfy as this looks more athletic. Athletic clothes aren't made for comfort, they're made to be flexible and work with your body as you do exercises...

Wait, exercise and Levi in the same sentence?

Joke aside, I think this suits him well and why I think that lies in the convention world. I've never been to a convention before, but I often see guides to your 1st and everyone says you better bring water, food and to take breaks every so often. I would assume Levi prepped himself to go to every convention, event, pop-up store, theme shop and more when in the human world, so he has to be flexible and not exactly "comfy."

Bonus that his jacket looks awesome and makes me wanna wear it. Who am I kidding, I wanna wear all his jackets and clothes

Levi's Beach Outfit

I wanted to add that I was happy when I saw Levi had next to no body definition in this outfit.

It's always so weird to see his body look similar to Lucifer's, Beel's or Diavolo's when he doesn't work out and is super out of shape (getting winded at a casual jog). I'm glad they fixed this compared to his original beach card that had him with a whole ass six pack when that doesn't make any logical sense.

I don't hate the view, obviously 😏, but not all guys have to be ripped to be attractive. Lower that standard and just let guys be healthy the same way I want girls to just be healthy!

#obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me Levi #obey me leviathan #om!#om! levi #om! leviathan #character thoughts #characters #character design #my actual husband

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djarrex · 3 years ago

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A very explicit Rex drabble this fine Friday evening 😏 (oral - m receiving)

(I was unable to include the gif I got this cropped screenshot from lmaooo but enjoy)

The risk is far too high - too dangerous. And yet, that's what makes it all the more exciting - makes the smallest muscles pulsate between your legs - fire kindling in the crux of your sex.

Any of the Republic's finest could enter through the slim doorway - catching one of their commanding officers getting his dick wet in the middle of the open, bunk-filled room where they lay their heads at night. They should all be out, as Rex had stated before you'd even gotten down on your knees, but who knows.

Kneeling on the hard floor in the center of Rex's barracks is where you're currently situated - slowly engulfing his cock with languid bobs of your head.

It wasn't planned - not here, anyways. You really were meant to take Rex back to your place, as you normally do, but something you cannot yet place led you to do what you're doing.

Maybe it was the atmosphere - the ambiance. The way Rex had just unclasped every piece of his cherished armor before placing it all into his chest at the foot of his bunk. Maybe it was how you hadn't seen him in far too long, finally standing before you but still wearing his look of soldier - Captain - Commanding Officer.

Maybe it's simpler than all that. Maybe you were extremely horny and ready to devour the man you love, right then and there. Setting aside. Risk be damned.

"The boys are all out," he'd said with his signature smirk shaping on the lips grazing the shell of your ear. "C'mon - before I'd need to report in."

You'd chuckled, running your palms down his firm chest - the tight fabric of his undershirt - the faded gray cog beneath your hands. "Is that so?"

"Mhm." He'd pulled you close with a strong arm wrapping around your lower back. Without the hindrance of his armor, you'd been able to feel every dip and hill of his body pressing into yours. Sturdy. Firm. Scalding. "Back to your place, yeah?"

Too long from now.

Wordless, you'd sunken down to your knees - meeting the cool floor with a devious gleam in your eyes. He'd sucked in hefty breath through his nose - eyes widening before quickly melting into something hungrier.

Rex hadn't told you to stand - to take his hand and encourage you to wait to pounce until the two of you were back to your place. He instead watched the way your fingers teasingly played with the taut fabric of the underarmor pants that had clung so nicely to his thick legs - nails grazing the patch of hair trailing from his navel to below the waistband.

"On my knees, Captain. Right here, right now."

You'd palmed him until he was as hard as the plastoid he donned more often than not, pulling his cock free once he'd helped to shimmy his tight pants down a few inches.

Rex always feels so fucking good in your hands - every single part of him. His cock throbs in the gentle squeeze of your fist, warming your palm as you lean close with an extended tongue. That familiar, salty tang meets your tastebuds, and you hum in satisfaction - wasting no more time taking him whole. Your lips stretch around the girth of him as your tongue moves back and forth, slowly, as you suck him off.

Rex's eyes leave you when his head tilts slightly backward, hands clasping one another behind his back. He angles his hips towards you - jutting outward and remaining still. You do all the work, taking care of Rex one, gentle, deep suck at a time. His breath gets caught in his throat as you will yourself to inch further with each comeback - the blunt head nudging the narrow cavern of your throat - stretching and nestling himself inside of you as he does when burrowing between your legs.

"Feels so - osik - feels so good." He punctuates that with a groan - the rumble of it making you clench.

The praise makes your clit throb, and you can't help but wiggle a hand down beneath your own pants - finger sliding through the slickness coating your lips. It's almost mindless as you simultaneously suck his cock and worm your finger around your pussy.

"You're so... so... fuuuuck- "

Rex is at a loss for words at the moment, too overcome by the feeling of your wet, hot mouth enveloping nearly every inch of him. You're intoxicating - innebriating him with every swallow - every glide along your tongue.

A moan bubbles in your throat as you tweak your clit in tiny motions, eyes fluttering closed as you play with yourself, relaxing your throat as his cock glides right on down. Rex's breathing and low moans begin to crescendo as his thighs start to subtly quiver, you notice, and your eyes open once again, glancing up and finding that his own are wide and watching how your hand moves around between your legs.

"Fuck, cyare, are you touching yourself? All worked up with my cock down your throat?"

Rex having had apparently found the words, you can't help the shiver that claims your entire body at the gravel dominating his voice - the sound of his words shooting a fire straight to your core. Nodding the slightest bit, batting your eyelashes and quirking your lips into a smile, you slowly take him even further than before - your nose meeting his groin - the hair littering the first inch of his cock tickling your skin.

The broken cry that escapes him in slivers and shards preludes the sudden swell and burst of his cock - liquid heat trickling down the back of your throat.

"Oh... oh, fuck."

His hands press at the crown of your head, holding you in position as he cums - breath bated and abdomen flexing through the tight shirt.

It's as if you can feel every ounce of his composure flee from his being.

In seconds, Rex pulls himself from you - a string of cum and spit clinging to your lips and the head of his cock as he departs. With a confused glance you lick the fluids from your lips, watching as Rex quickly tucks himself back into his pants and reaches for your upper arm to help you to your feet.

Once standing, he instead reaches for your hand - the one that was buried in your pants - and brings your fingers up to his face.

Rex tells you what he wants with only a look.

You nod, guiding your two fingers between his lips as he closes around them. He sucks the tang from your skin - your taste he so very much enjoys - and you swear you see his eyes roll into his skull.

His gorgeous lips glisten - amber eyes blown wide.

"Now," he mutters - a blend of firmness and neediness lacing his tone. You already know the meaning behind the single word - that Rex wants to take his time with you, wants to break you into pieces with every eye-crossing orgasm he can pluck from you, as he's done plenty of times before. The images flashing before you of Rex's mouth latched to your cunt - feasting and laving and practically drinking from you - has you biting your lip.

First stealing a quick kiss, you turn on your heels and head towards the door - Rex right on your tail - hands glued to your sides.

#djarrex writes #captain rex x reader

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iambellarose1816 · 2 years ago

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Helsa in a Mafia AU

"You ready?" Hans asked Elsa as he came out of the walk in closet wearing a black suit with a white undershirt and a black tie.

Elsa was wearing a black lacy dress with spaghetti straps while standing in front of the mirror admiring what her husband chose for her to wear.

He wrapped his arms around her and they locked eyes and he placed a kiss to her neck. "Shall we leave now? We are the hosts and you know in the Mafia we need to be punctual." Hans said.

Elsa nodded and grabbed her purse and they left the room.

Hans placed his gun inside his blazer pocket and gave Elsa a gun to keep in her purse. They walked out the door, but was interrupted when their head maid called.

"Mrs Westergaard, what would you like for dinner?" Elsa smiled at Gerda and shook her head. "We won't be home for dinner, so you can just make some food for you and the guards." Gerda nodded and walked to the kitchen.

Elsa walked to the black Lamborghini that Hans was leaning on while scrolling through his phone. "All sorted?" Elsa nodded and Hans opened the door for her.

They were on the road and almost at the hall. Elsa leaned against the window and sighed. Hans placed his hand on her thigh and squeezed.

"What happened, darling?" Hans asked sweetly.

Elsa placed her hand on top of his and smiled. "Nothing, just thinking about how we met." Hans chuckled and pulled her hand and kissed it.

"You were a simple girl, working at a bakery and I was a regular customer there." Hans said. Elsa giggled. "I didn't even know you were a Mafia Don until Anna told me." Elsa said as she pulled their intertwined hands onto her lap.

"I know you were so scared whenever I used to come by after Anna told you, but faith happened and I fell head over heels for you. I never knew I was capable of love until I met you."

Elsa smiled. "I fell for you too, how do you think we ended up together?" Hans laughed and nodded. "Yeah, you're right. I love you." Elsa leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Love you too, Hansy."

They reached the venue and Hans helped Elsa out the car. He threw the keys to the valet and they walked in.

Many guests were already there and when they were about to enter the guards stopped them. "Please welcome our beloved hosts, Mr and Mrs Westergaard." They heard as the doors opened and everyone clapped.

Hans and Elsa made their way to the bar and sat down. Hans noticed that some guys were shamelessly checking out his wife so he placed his hands on Elsa's hips and pulled her to his lap.

Elsa heard him growl 'mine' when she was harshly pulled to him. Elsa rolled her eyes and kissed his lips. "Babe, I am yours. I know the men here are looking at me, but they should know that I am yours and only yours." She said as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

He chuckled and leaned down to her ear. "If they were alone here I would have put a bullet in their heads."

Elsa hit his chest and glared at him. He shrugged. "Can we have a fruit cocktail and a glass of Whiskey?" The bartender nodded and quickly handed them their drinks.

"Happy 2 year anniversary, baby." He said. "Same to you, babe." And they clicked their glasses together.

Might do another Mafia AU 😏

#helsa #hans #elsa #mafia #married life

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