#holding him out to y’all on a platter

[ofduty]

so who’s gonna be the first to smooch viscount bridgerton cause he deserves LOVE

[joonberriess]

m e a n d y o u r m a m a

p a i r i n g : namjoon x reader

g e n r e : domestic boyfriend au.

t a g s : soft smut, drunk sex, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, breeding kink, flashbacks are in italics, y’all are rlly in love, mentions of future pregnancy, DOMESTIC, model!reader, teasing, IM SICK AT HOW SWEET THIS IS, drunk scene is where the baby is made LMAO

w o r d c o u n t : 3.6 k

s u m m a r y : you like to remember both what life before the little one was and after with your loving boyfriend namjoon.

“Just how did you two manage to find each other in such a big world, what stood out the most for you?”

– I can’t really put my finger on it, when we first met each other I admit it was all me in the beginning. I couldn’t stop staring at her and I think she thought I was a creep or a weirdo. “Oh would you look at that, Kim Namjoon from BTS is a weirdo,” or something like that. I didn’t approach her until the end of the night, right as she was leaving. It turned out we had a lot in common, other than the whole being invited to the same fashion show thing.

The camera shutters and flashes went off in every direction and the room was filled with chatters from the stylists on set. Despite getting the chills now and then you felt empowered and beautiful in the tiny backless night slip that seemed to ride up with every movement you made. (You know Namjoon is definitely enjoying the sight of you prancing around in such scandalous attire.)

Namjoon’s dressed to the nines, styled in a black and white striped suit, a watch worth over sixteen thousand, and his black hair styled in such a way you wanted to tangle your hands in it. “You’re both sensual beings,” the photographer had expressed before the shoot even began, and that he was right about.

Here you were, perched on Namjoon’s lap like his personal little arm candy to show off to the world. His hand rested over the small of your back, his other arm perched on the armchair whilst he lazily flicked his hand back to avoid getting any ashes on you or himself. “Look into the camera,” the photographer mumbled, “show me the art of sex you both embody.”

You stared into the camera with a sultry gaze, eyes half lidded and lips parted slightly. Namjoon couldn’t resist and right before the camera went off again he turned to look at you with eyes full of desire and lust. How could he not after all? Given that you were practically being offered on a silver platter to him dressed so scantily and pretty.

“How did you realize that she was the one?”

– It wasn’t hard at all, I often sat at home thinking about the future a lot with her, I slowly realized she was my home, my entire future included too. I think that the dealbreaker for me was when we finally decided to get matching tattoos of our name together, we went in separately because we wanted to surprise each other. She comes out smiling like a kid in a candy shop, and when I ask her why she shows me her ring finger, and right there I see my initials. I fell even more then and there. If it was even possible.

The hand on your grip gently guided you to a more comfortable position, ensuring that you were relaxed. You had a tiny smile on your lips as you stared deeply into his eyes. You hadn’t missed the way he subtly ran his hand over the expanse of your baby soft skin. His hand cheekily snuck a little squeeze here and there.

“Are you free after this shoot?” Namjoon grins in amusement, suppressing his laughter when he sees you roll your eyes at him. “What? Are you, or are you not?”

You give him a look, failing to hold back your smile as you fondly bring him down for a gentle peck. “I’ll have to see Mr Kim, we’ll have to discuss this with baby Kim, see what he thinks about it.”

Namjoon sighs in fake exasperation, “..I guess baby Kim can join us too then.” You playfully smack him in response.

“How in love would you say you are?”

– I would rather not be on this Earth if I couldn’t be with her, everyday I’m more and more thankful she came into my life. I don’t worry about it at night anymore, not when our little blessing is sleeping in the room next to ours. I think that I’m most definitely ready to settle down and enjoy life, well, our life to be exact. I think an image that’s recurring in my mind is of us walking down the beach with our kid, that’s how in love I am..

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The world went absolutely berserk when Namjoon’s company had announced both his relationship and your pregnancy. For the sake of privacy your company didn’t offer much to the press, stating that anything in direct relation to your private life was to be revealed by you and you only. Something you deeply appreciated.

You dated quietly for several months, flying in and out to see each other with no one but your closest friends seeing the two of you together. Here and there you dropped some cryptic pictures with his hand in yours, a scenery photo from your date, and if you were feeling a bit bolder you posted a picture from the back of him walking straight ahead of you with your hand still in his.

Your fans were just dying to know who you were seeing, begging and pleading for more. You didn’t make an official statement until after the events of you discovering your pregnancy. Which like mentioned before was several months into your dating.

When you finally dropped the news of your pregnancy, you were about five months along already. It hadn’t been much but a simple picture collage on Instagram of your belly being surrounded by two ultrasound pictures. Namjoon’s hands were laid over yours with the caption being: “our tiny bundle of joy”.

The internet blew up, which was understandable because their favorite supermodel was both tied down and “somebody’s baby mama”. It felt a little cruel to leave them hanging so you explained in a more formal post on your Instagram. “I know lots of you are surprised ‘n stuff but I wanna let you guys know I’m doing okay and I’m happy with my on-going pregnancy! As you can see I’ve met someone very special to me and we’ve been together for a while now. I hope you will all continue to support me! xoxo”.

Namjoon was next after you since he had wanted you to be on-board when you both decided to reveal your relationship. He did the same, except posting a full blown picture of you sitting in the grass with the sunlight pouring down over your frame. He added a simple heart to it and let his company do the rest for him.

When the baby was born you had decided to add all those little moments captured on camera to a small video you decided to dedicate to your little one. Looking back on it now makes your heart swell with utter adoration and love for Namjoon. You realize that you’d go to hell and back for him, and he’d do the same for you.

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After parties in LA are crazy, well the LA lifestyle was pretty wild on its own anyways. After attending your friend’s concert with Namjoon and some other friends of his, you two went off to the after party. It was pretty wild already, drinks were poured and people were sitting in small circles on the rooftop smoking weed and taking other stuff you were going to stay as far away from.

Namjoon and you were swaying together on the dancefloor, you had your arms wrapped around his shoulders loosely and his hands settled on your waist. You admit that maybe you had taken a few more shots than intended, same for Namjoon but the buzz was pleasant though and being with your boyfriend made it one hundred times better.

He had his forehead resting on yours, a closed-eye smile on his face as he listened to you sing along to the song playing in the background. “You’re off-key.” He teases.

“Do you want me to stop? Wait, do I sound that bad?” You pout at him and bring him down for gentle kisses, “You’re supposed to lie to me and say I sing better than anyone on this Earth.”

Namjoon’s eyes open and he kisses you a bit more intensely, “You sing better than anyone on this planet.” He murmurs against your lips.

A small smile forms as you push your forehead against his, “Are you drunk right now Joon? You telling me these things cause you know it’s what I wanna hear?” You tease softly. He shrugs in response and you laugh again and throw your head back. The world around you spins from how dazed you are at the moment.

Namjoon follows and leans down to trail kisses up the column of your neck, “You singing isn’t the only thing going on in my mind right now baby,” he mumbles, “I could think of a couple other things we could be doing instead of being here.”

You hum in response, “What kind of things were you thinking of?” You lick your lips. He doesn’t reply, not verbally at least, he slots his lips against yours with more intensity than the small lazy kisses he has been exchanging with you this past hour.

A soft little moan escapes your lips and you wrap your arms tighter around his neck. He pulls you in so you’re both pressed up against each other and whatnot. Through his jeans you can feel the outline of his cock press against your thigh, hot and throbbing which in turn makes you whine quietly into his mouth. Namjoon hikes one of your legs around his hip so he can press right up against your clothed pussy.

You start grinding sensually against him, unknowingly moving to the beat of the music playing in the background. Namjoon groans softly against your lips and pulls back to stare into your eyes with a half-lidded expression. “C’mon, let’s get the fuck outta here.” He tugs you in by your ass.

You nod eagerly and stumble after him as he takes you through the large crowd of people. You’re in no state to drive and neither is he so you two catch a ride with a friend you see who also happens to be leaving the party too. The whole ride back to your home is spent exchanging heated kisses in the backseat of your friend’s car.

When you get there Namjoon hoists you up in his arms and carries you in. You tangle your hands in his soft hair and tug him closer for a kiss, moaning into his mouth as he kicks the front door open and enters. “C’mon baby,” you mumble pawing at his shirt as you try to take it off, “need you so bad.”

Namjoon groans in response and sets you down, hurriedly tossing his shirt off and then going for the back of your pretty little dress you got on. The hallway becomes a mess leading to the bedroom where Namjoon has you pinned on the bed, hands searching through the drawer for a condom. You’re whining and pleading for him to hurry, wrapping your legs around his waist as you pull from the kiss, “Forget about it baby.”

“You sure?” He dryly replies, swallowing in obvious excitement.

“Mmhmm.” You nod, “Just need you in me,” you breathily whisper and reach down to grip his hard cock, “c’mon baby, put it in.” You moan softly as you rub his cock up and down your wet slit, “You feel how wet I am for you?”

Namjoon shivers at your husky soft tone, his eyes drop down to where your hand is stroking his cock as you tease yourself with the mushroom tip. A bead of precum drips from the tip and adds to the mess of slick your pussy has made. He moans loudly and reaches down to grip his cock himself and push up against you until the head catches at your opening.

“You’re driving me fuckin crazy baby, I’m gonna fuck you so good. Gonna have you shaking and gushin’ for me, pretty little pussy boutta cream all over my cock and make a fuckin mess.” He slurs out and presses in, pushing to the hilt until his pelvis is pressed close to yours.

A loud moan escapes your lips as you throw your head back on the pillow and grip the sheets. His words only seem to fuel the desire pooling in your belly causing you to grind up against him in an effort to chase your pleasure. Namjoon places both hands on either side of you, using it as leverage to hold himself above you while his hips begin to slowly roll into yours.

Your pussy is so slicked up you can hear every time he pushes his cock in and out. With a choke up whimper you reach between you two and rub your clit in slow circles to match with the speed of his thrusts. Namjoon buries his face in your neck and ends up mouthing at the skin there while he loses himself to the pleasure and rhythm of his thrusts.

“Fuck you feel so good babe,” he moans, “gripping me so nicely, wanna watch my cum drip from your pussy, love making a mess outta you.” He whispers into your ear, his hands slither down to grab your asscheeks and he holds onto them tightly while passionately fucking into your throbbing cunt.

A wobbly little cry bubbles out of your throat at the change of pace, he drives his cock into you passionately with his thrusts jostling you up the bed with how hard he’s going. Your bleary eyes open, the room around you is all blurred out from your tears and how tipsy you feel from the drinks earlier. You feel like you’re spinning in ecstasy, pleasure blooming pleasantly all throughout your body.

A blissful smile forms on your face as you hike your legs up higher around his body, “Mmm, right there Joonie I can feel you so deep in me�� ‘s so good,'' you slur out, “gonna cum.” Your breath hitches.

Namjoon moans a little louder as he pulls back from your hickey littered neck to stare down at you, “Yeah? You gonna cum all over my cock baby? C’mon baby, wanna see your pretty face when you cum,” he leans down to slot his lips with yours in a messy little kiss, “you’re so fuckin gorgeous babe.” He whispers like it’s a top secret no one must know.

“L-Love you so much,” you hiccup softly, “so, so, much.”

Namjoon whispers his own set of ‘I love yous’ whilst he fucks away at your cunt. His cock bumps into your g-spot over and over again, it makes your legs shake from the strong pleasure. Your orgasm draws nearer and nearer until you suddenly stiffen and it hits you like a ton of bricks.

“Namjoon..!” You cry out, hugging his body closely to you as you shake through your orgasm.

He groans in response and bucks up into you for a few more minutes until he’s coming too. He cums with a low moan of your name, head already dropped down on your chest. You end up laying there lazily trying to catch your breath and stay awake. A wave of drowsiness hits you out of nowhere, you try to blink the sleepiness away but every second that ticks by you’re closer to knocking out.

“Mmm so sleepy.” You softly whisper as you let your arms fall back on the bed and lay there motionlessly.

Namjoon hums in response as he lays his head on your bare tits, “Me too.” He mumbles out, eyes already closed in bliss.

“Les sleep,” you slur out softly and wrap your arms around his head, “so.. Sleepy.” You whisper the last part out before sleep takes over and you’re left in the dark.

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“... ‘Would you look at that Haru, daddy’s finally getting around to build your crib. After ordering and leaving it in the closet for months.’ You tease softly, holding the camera up as you try to get it to focus on Namjoon who’s sitting in the middle of the room reading a book of instructions with a look of utter confusion on his face.

‘You need help there?’ You laugh softly.

Namjoon looks up at you with his eyes lighting up with joy when he sees both you and your swelling baby bump, ‘You come in here to make fun of me or what?’ He chuckles as he sets the booklet down and holds his hand out to you.

‘No, dropped by to ask for the car keys cause I’m hungry–no, we’re hungry.’ You correct as you rub your belly and step closer.

Namjoon gently pulls you in and nuzzles his face against your tummy, ‘I left the keys in the room by the bed, what’re you gonna get?’ He says as he lays soft kisses over your shirt.

‘A burger or something.’ You reply and angle the camera downwards so you can capture him kissing your tummy, ‘You wanna come? That way you can take a break n stuff since this crib stuff is hard.’ You laugh.

‘Haha, very funny.’ Namjoon rolls his eyes with a chuckle.

‘Love youuuuu.’ You coo as you begin walking away, capturing his own ‘I love you’ just in time before you walk out the door…”

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Namjoon and you were both wrapped up in bed lazily making out with the TV on in the background. You were SUPPOSED to be watching the new Scream movie that came out but Namjoon had other plans. With him kissing up on you like that it reminded you how rare sex was between the two of you ever since Haru was born. It was like the kid had a sixth sense and knew when you guys were trying to get into the mood and stuff.

You’re surprised he hasn’t started crying through the monitors by now, but you rather not jinx it just yet. You’re both buried under the warm covers which obscures both you and your noises. Namjoon takes it slow, rocking his hips back and forth against yours. His cock fills you to the brim and brings nothing but a pleasant ache and pleasure. This is exactly what you were missing, the intimacy.

Given the circumstances around Haru’s conception you and Namjoon went back to using condoms because you were not about to risk anything (not that you didn’t miss him going bare, which he did a lot during the pregnancy). Soft moans and pleased little sighs left the both of you, between the two of you there were quiet squelching noises that your sopping pussy made from how slicked up you were down there.

“Shit.” Namjoon curses under his breath as he ducks down to hide his face in your neck.

He keeps the same pace up, making sure to hit those sensitive spots that send spiraling in pleasure. Your moans rise a bit in volume but he’s quick to hush you with his lips, not wanting to wake up the baby in fears of ending the one time you can fuck early. Namjoon pants softly and pulls back, reaching down to hike your thigh around his hip to go in deeper.

“Fuck you make me wanna give you another baby.” He groans out, “Gonna look so beautiful, full of our baby,” his eyes close and he shudders in pleasure like he’s thinking about it.

You let out a tiny mewl in response, pussy tightening around his cock at the thought of him knocking you up with another baby, “You��re not playing fair.” You softly pout.

Namjoon breathily chuckles but it dissolves into a moan when you squeeze around his cock again, “Can’t help it, you look too goddamn sexy.” He purrs and rocks into you faster.

The bed frame gently creaks from the increase in speed, you end up whining at the change and quivering, “Right there,” you bury your face in his neck and hold on, “mmm..mm.” He grunts quietly and keeps hitting that spot where you like it, he reaches down to flick his thumb over your clit in time with his thrusts.

Your head falls back and you let out a loud long moan, shivering for a few seconds before going limp as your pussy convulses around his cock. He hisses softly and lets himself fall on you as he rocks into you slowly, trying to stave off his own orgasm but failing miserably because you feel so good.

He throbs and a quiet moan escapes his lips, cum filling the condom (he secretly wishes it was you he was filling up. “Shit.” He lifts himself off of you and rolls on to his back, “Can’t believe we actually got to finish this time.” He chuckles.

You sleepily hum, curling up and closing your eyes, “..I know right..” You mumble softly, already on the verge of falling asleep since you know, that’s the parent life for you now.

Namjoon yawns quietly and leans over to smooch you gently, “Night baby.”

“....Night.” You whisper softly.

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“Is this..?”

“Yes.”

“..Holy shit, you’re serious. Fuck baby.”

“Are you not happy..?”

“Of course I am baby, I’m excited to have this baby with you. I love you more than life itself, I’m ready to spend the rest of my life with you, only if you’ll have me of course.”

“Of course I will you big dummy, why wouldn’t I?”

“I love you two so much..”

“I love you too.”

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[aesthetic-bbyg]

BEACON OF HOPE ~ Sanji

LA!sanji x fem!reader

Warnings ! : being yelled at, daddy issues bc it’s the best fanfic seasoning, angst, fluff, abuse from parental figure, double standards, misogyny (or sexism?)

Nattie speaks: a lil something to y’all fed + I need a man like Sanji to comfort me and my daddy issues🙏

ZEFF WAS IN SOME SORT OF MOOD that day. The harsh trudging of his footsteps as he exited and entered the kitchen while bellowing orders was more then enough evidence to prove your point. Nobody in the kitchen even dared to breath the wrong way, afraid of the ex-pirates response. Even Sanji had managed to bite his tongue and hold back any snide remarks to keep the Zeff’s anger at bay.

You avoided any trouble all day, not causing a disturbance when a costumer was being particularly rude. You simply did you’re job was a waitress, took down orders and dropped them off at the kitchen, later coming back to collect the food and give them to the diners. You’d refused to even think about slacking off just a bit, not going over to Sanji for a couple flirtatious exchanges like usual. The Baratie was flooded in a thick tension but all was well, for the most part.

The business was booming with people, that certain point of the day where all the seats were filled with snobby, rich people. You’d been rushing between tables, taking down orders as quick as possible since these people didn’t recognize patience. It was overwhelming and overstimulating, making your temple throb in pain as you dragged you feet into the kitchen. You called out the order in a loud voice, sticking the scribbled notes onto the overhead where Carne cooked up a steak.

“Table 8 says they’ve been waiting for their drink for twenty minutes, y/n, hurry it up!” Zeff’s voice sudden boomed as he marched into the kitchen, you nearly flinched at the sound of his voice, swallowing down a remark about how those twenty minutes was actually a dramatized two minutes. Nonetheless you collected a few cups and took them straight out to table 8, some rich couple and their equally rich kids.

You gave them a kind smile, despite wanting to desperately slap their cocky smirks off their faces. “And are you ready to order?” You questioned in a chirpy tone, reaching for the notepad in your pocket and the pen tucked behind your ear.

“My, we just got our drinks, give us a minute to look over the menu.” The woman scoffed, you sucked you teeth in, blinking slowly and offering another wide grin.

“My apologies, I’ll be back in a bit.” You shoved the notepad back in its place, walking to a booth that was empty, though the table crowded in a mess of dishes. You reached for the sliver platter that held the receipt and a pitiful amount of berry left as a tip. “Assholes.” You mumbled, taking the money and collecting a few plates and cups.

The brewing storm in your head had begun to cloud your vision, sometimes you just wanted to quit and make a dramatic exit out of the shitty restaurant but you never had the balls to. The whole service you’d been good, held your shit together despite wanting to break down on the inside, bit your tongue, but the one moment you got vulnerable ended in tragedy.

In a fit of cursing out some of the customers out in your head, you didn’t take notice of the waiter coming out the kitchen at the exact same time you were entering. The collision led to the shatter of two plates, one cup and a mess of silverware clanking on the floor.

“Fuck.” You mumbled, watching as the waiter scurried away nervously, leaving you at the scene to deal with the approaching man.

“What the hell are you doing!” Zeff shouted, tone practically rumbling the whole restaurant as you stared up at him in utter shock. You felt like a kid again, having to guiltily stand there while an adult went on off on you. The man threw insults that he’d probably regret the next day, humiliating you over a few broken plates. You just stared down at the dirty floor, feeling tiny compared to him. “Clean this up and get out of sight!”

He walked past you, leaving the judging eyes of the kitchen crew to watch as you bent down, slowly picking up the larger chunks. You didn’t even realize that Sanji was approaching till the shadow of his figure loomed over you. You jumped, backing away in fear as you wide eyes met his. The boy frowned, taking notice at the tears pooling in your eyes and you’re quivering lip. You looked like a kicked puppy, that was enough for him to toss the shards of porcelain and help you up.

He took you out the back door, away from the staring eyes as he heard small whimpers escape your mouth. “It’s okay, darling, it’s okay.” He whispered, arms wrapped around your figure, his hand coming up to brush your hair. “The old man is just giving a hard time because he has a stick up his arse.”

You let out silent cries, tears dripping down your face and onto Sanji’s apron, his soothing tone helping ease the tightness in your chest. You felt stupid, and weak, crying over getting reprimanded for something that was your fault. Now your were taking valuable time away from both you and Sanji’s jobs, that’s all you thought about and it made you cry harder.

Funny enough, Sanji was thinking the opposite. He didn’t care about his job, or the broken pieces still laying on the kitchen floor, or even the fact that Zeff could come out any minute and yell at the two for slacking. All he cared about in that moment was you, making sure you cried all the tears you had, making sure that your trembling hands stilled. He placed chaste kisses on your head, standing there until your sobbing quieted down.

He slowly pulled away, hands still placed on your shoulder with a cautious look. “You look lovely, darling.” He chuckled at the sight of the black mascara that began to run down your cheek.

“Piss off.” You muttered humorously, taking the clean rag he offered and wiping away any evidence of your breakdown. “I hate today.”

“I know you do.” He whispered back, taking the cloth and gently swiping away the parts that you missed. “Beautiful as always.”

“Why are old people such assholes.” You shoved your head into his chest, words muffling as you did.

“Because they can’t get it up anymore without breaking a hip.”

You let out a chuckle, smiling against the material of his shirt, his chest vibrating with his own laugh and it calmed you down even more. You took in a deep breath, hands reaching down low, making the cook tense. You grabbed the pack of cigarettes he always had in his pockets, lifting the box with a sly smile.

“Get your head out the gutter.” He laughed quietly, reaching for the lighter in his other pocket as you shoved a cigarette into your mouth.

“Ready to go back in?” He questioned, watching as you puffed out a cloud of smoke.

“Yeah.” You replied quietly, taking a long drag while Sanji opened the door, allowing you to step in first. Gentleman, as always. “If Zeff smells this thing, I’m blaming you.”

The older man hated the stench of burnt out cigarettes that lingered in the air because Sanji had bad habit of lightening one every few hours. The ash tray on the extra table shoved in the corner of the kitchen was full, and Zeff always lectured the blonde on it, Sanji typically never cared enough to stop.

“Blame me all you want, darling, I’ll take the fall each time.” He winked at you, grabbing a dust pan and broom. He lazily swept up the mess, dumping it into the nearby garbage bin, something he knew Zeff would also yell at him about.

“He’s gonna kill you.”

“I’d like to that old man try.” Sanji smirked, giving you that classic flirty look that made the butteries flutter in your stomach. “Now, get back to work.”

You mocked a salut, rolling you’re eyes as you made your way to the kitchen doors, “Yes, chef.”

THE REST OF THE DAY HAD GONE smoothly, the sun hid itself behind the horizon as the dinning area emptied. Most of the guest had migrated to the bar, the party boomed at the other end of the restaurant.

You and Sanji were the only two in the kitchen, he was showing off some new dish he came up with, claiming it was the best thing on the VIP menu.

“We have a VIP menu?”

“Yeah, but it’s so secret that none of the guest know about it, not even the old man.” Sanji grinned, hand off the plate to you. “Now, the food critic decides.”

You rolled your eyes with a playful smile, picking up the fork and scooping up a bite into your mouth. The mixtures of taste were perfectly balance, unique flavors creating a wonderful sensation. There something about Sanji’s cooking that made you feel so safe and warm, you always teased that he was like a granny. He was able to create that familiarity in his food, something you eat every once in a while that reminds you of home.

You placed the fork down, dramatically folding your hands on your lap as you chewed down the food, “This dish, its…absolute shit.” You held back a smile, looking up at the cook.

Sanji glared at you, hands placed firmly on his hips. “You’re starting to sound like Zeff.”

“Ugh,” You groaned, “Don’t remind me.”

“I can’t believe he made you cry.” Sanji slid off into the seat right next to you, watching as the memory of his yelling flickered in your head, lips dipping into a soft frown. “Fuckin’ arse.”

“It really was my fault.” You mumbled back quietly, “But it was the fact that he yelled at me, you shoulda’ seen that look in his eyes.”

“I see it every day, darling.”

You didn’t like to reminisce on the past, especially since it was such a pain to even think about, both physically and emotionally. You didn’t open up about your family, or the crew you use to be a part of before running into the open arms of the Baratie. You were truly a mystery, you’re past locked up in a box and buried deep in the sand. Though sometimes, it escapes, poisoning you’re mind and breaking you down.

Zeff’s blow up triggered that poison, it spread like a virus, clouding you’re head for the rest of the day. Even now, you’d begun to dig up memories you didn’t want to remember. It was enough to make a fresh wave of tears build up, but you refused to cry this time, not allowing a single droplet to escape as you blinked them away. Though the quiet sniffle gave you away as Sanji glanced over at you, taking notice of the redness under your eyes, a silent confession that told him you were upset.

“You all right, darling?” He asked quietly, brows creased with worry, “Zeff isn’t here, he can’t make you feel like shit anymore.”

“It’s not that.” You whispered back, inhaling a shaky deep breath, “I’m just..thinking.”

“Thinking about what?” He asked, a comforting hand coming to hold yours. “If you need to talk about something you can talk to me.”

Silence filled the room as you struggled with making a decision, the truth was you’d probably start crying your eyes out if you opened your mouth. But the longer you held in these memories, the more toxic the venom became, it was tug-of-war between yourself and your conscious. Then again, the same trauma of the memories is what makes it such a hard task to open up.

You licked your lips, squeezing his hand gently and looking down. “I came from a pirate crew, but this pirate crew in specific was my family. Everyone on the ship was made up of all my relatives, mom, dad, siblings, cousins.” You saw the man nod from the corner of your eye, silently confirming his attendance. “My dad was the captain of the crew, and god he was a fuckin’ pain in the ass.” You voice cracked, words beginning to distort as you sucked in a deep breath. “My job on the crew was to basically be a maid, to pick up after the messes he made. Scrub the bird shit off the ledge, mop the deck, shine his shoes, serve him food, serve him drinks, anything a basic human can do I had to do for him.” You’re sadness had slowly began to turn to anger, your eyes lifting to finally meet his. “I got nothing in return, not even a few berry for the trouble.”

Sanji frowned deeply, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb. “Why would your father do this to you?”

His questioned made you scoff, because it was the same thing you asked the eighteen years your spent on the torturous ship. It wasn’t until you grew out of the naivety that you realized the answer. “Because I was a woman, and as a woman it was my job, my place, to provide service for the men. I was treated like shit all my life, and no one dared to say a thing.” You stood up, hand pulling away from his as you ran it through your hair frustratedly, moving to pace the kitchen. “The men believed that it was the job of a good wife to give and give, while they just take. I seemed to be the only one who didn’t believe this. But no one could ever speak up to the man, the captain himself, god forbid you disobeyed that asshole because he was never wrong, no matter the situation.” You finally sat back down, picking at your nails. “For years I was treated like nothing more then a slave, yelled at for being to slow, never praised for my work, only picked on what was wrong. It changed my way in seeing people, and it permanently left a scar on my everyday life. Hearing Zeff yell at me that way, it’s just..”

“I know, darling, I know.” Sanji cooed, for soft and tender, “That day, when you first arrived at The Baratie, you had a mark on your left cheek.” The cook swallowed thickly, recalling the day you’re feeble body came to the doors of the restaurant and begged for help. “Was that from him?”

The day before you escaped the ship you’d been refused food, as a punishment for not finishing your chores in time. When you spoke up about being hungry and the unfairness of it all, you received a harsh slap across the face. That was it, that was the last bit of disrespect you’d take. So you set off to steal a life boat and run away from the horrible treatment. “Yes, it was.”

“Bloody hell.” Sanji muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. “What was the name of your families crew?”

“The Calavera pirates.” You replied, Sanji leaned in closed, placing a finger on your chin to lift your gaze towards him.

“I’ll remember that name until the end of my life, and the day I find them, know that your same pain will be brought upon them.” His tone was so serious and low. His threat sent a chill down your spine, and not because you were scared of it, but because you knew he meant it. “You deserved so much better, darling.” He whispered, bringing you into his arms and planting a kiss on your hairline.

Sanji so desperately wanted to open his mouth and say that he’d treat you like a queen if you’d just give him a chance. But the man’s feelings were shoved down before they could tumble out his mouth. He chose to remain silent, allowing his actions to speak for him. With this new confession he made it his mission to take the extra step in making sure you were treated right. He would be your shoulder to cry on or someone to love, whatever you wanted. It was painful, the amount of love he held in his heart and he was unable to fully show you it.

But if he must wait all his life, he will.

sobbing but wanting to smash at the same time

lord pls send help.

[sherewrytes]

No letting Go, Connie x Black fem reader

Reader is Black Caribbean living in the US. So Caribbean themes are mentioned.

Song Inspo: No letting go - Wayne Wonder

The evening was alive with laughter, the dining table was crowded with platters of food—a mix of roasted turkey and baked ham alongside macaroni pie, callaloo, collard greens, the whole nine yards and then some. Y/N leaned against the doorframe, watching the scene unfold as Connie sat at the all fours table with her uncles. They were deep in the game of all fours, cards slapping onto the table, and voices raised in competitive banter.

Connie had been holding his own pretty well, but her Uncle George was relentless. “You sure you know how to play, young man?” he teased, eyebrows raised in challenge. “Ain’t no mercy on this table, yuh know.”

Connie shot back a grin, eyes gleaming with determination. “I’m from Chicago, Uncle George—I think I can handle a little heat,” he replied, playing his card with a dramatic flourish.

“Look at this one eh, all this big talk!” another uncle laughed, shaking his head, but even Y/N could tell they were warming up to him. She hid a smile as she saw her cousin’s kid tugging at Connie’s arm, wide-eyed.

“Uncle Connie, you playing games like an old man!” one little cousin giggled, arms crossed. “When yuh done losing, gimme a piggyback!”

The kids swarmed him, nearly tipping him off balance as they clamored for a ride, the uncles’ game momentarily forgotten as they chuckled at the commotion.

“Hold on, hold on, I got y’all!” Connie laughed, setting down his cards and lifting the youngest one onto his back. He was soon parading around with a line of laughing kids, doing playful spins and ‘galloping’ around like a makeshift horse. Y/N couldn’t hold back her laughter as she watched him be surrounded, completely at ease in the midst of her big, boisterous family.

Meanwhile, her aunties had been giving Y/N sly looks all evening, observing her and Connie from across the room. Eventually, Aunt Marcia sidled up beside her, nudging her with a playful smile. “So… this is the boyfriend, eh?” she whispered, eyes twinkling. “He’s handsome, I’ll give you that.”

Y/N tried to play it cool, shrugging nonchalantly. “Yeah, he’s alright,” she teased, though her grin betrayed her.

“Alright? Girl, please!” Auntie Pam chimed in, fanning herself a little too dramatically. “That boy is good-looking, polite, and clearly gets along with the family. He ever been to church with you? We got space in the pew for him.”

Y/N chuckled, trying to keep her tone casual. “We’ll see, Auntie Candice. One step at a time.”

Just then, as if sensing their attention, Connie looked over at her, catching her eye with that smile that had won her over the first time they met. Her aunties noticed and began nudging each other, a chorus of “ohhhs” and “mmmhmms” echoing as they shared amused glances. Y/N felt her cheeks heat up, giving them a playful glare.

As Connie returned to the spades table, Auntie Marsha lowered her voice. “Don’t lose that one, baby girl. He looks like the type that’ll stick by you.”

The conversation was cut short by the sound of music shifting in the background, and then that song started playing. The opening notes filled the air, and Y/N’s heart skipped as she felt a thrill of recognition.

Connie turned his head, his face lighting up as the beat hit, the unmistakable rhythm of Wayne Wonder’s “No Letting Go” drifting through the room. His grin widened as he looked at her, and without a word, he pushed his chair back and made his way over.

He reached for her hand, his eyes warm and mischievous. “Alright now,” he murmured, pulling her toward the makeshift dance floor in the center of the living room, his voice barely above a whisper. “So… what you know about this song?”

She let out a laugh, feigning innocence. “Maybe enough to know you don’t have the moves to back it up,” she teased.

“Oh, is that so?” He tugged her close, hands settling firmly on her waist. “Guess we’ll just have to see about that.”

The crowd parted a little, and Y/N’s family watched as he began to sway to the rhythm with her, guiding her hips to meet his, their bodies moving in perfect sync. His fingers slipped down her sides, holding her just tight enough to keep her anchored to him as he leaned in, lips brushing her ear as he sang the words to her.

“No letting go, no holding back… because you are my lady,” he crooned, his voice low and steady, each word wrapped in a confidence that made her heart race. The way he looked at her, like no one else in the room mattered, sent a warmth spreading through her chest.

The family watched, amusement and approval clear in their eyes as they cheered him on, encouraging every movement. “Alright now, Connie!” one of her cousins called out, fanning themselves as if the moment was too hot to handle. “Don’t get carried away, it’s Thanksgiving!”

Connie chuckled, the sound vibrating against her as he tightened his grip, leaning closer until their foreheads almost touched. “Not makin’ any promises,” he whispered with a wink.

Y/N laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck, feeling the energy of the song pulse through both of them. The world faded away as he sang along with the lyrics, his hands moving to guide her hips as they moved together, lost in their own rhythm.

“Really appreciate you loving me, after all that we’ve been through,” he sang, voice soft yet full of meaning as he gazed down at her. She felt her cheeks warm, her chest tight with emotion, unable to look away. His smile softened, eyes reflecting that unspoken promise of his, something deeper than she could put into words.

The lyrics hit their final verse, and Connie pulled her in, his hand trailing up her back as he sang, “Girl, I am so glad we’ve dated… no letting go, no holding back…”

Their family’s cheers and whistles echoed around them as the song ended, but Connie held her a moment longer, his forehead resting against hers. The way he looked at her, his eyes warm and full of something she couldn’t quite name, made her feel like she was glowing from the inside out.

“Alright now, alright!” Uncle Leroy’s voice cut through, bringing them back to the moment. Connie pulled back, grinning sheepishly as her family’s laughter filled the room, but Y/N could see it—the way his smile lingered just a bit longer than usual, like he’d had just as much trouble as she did leave the dance floor.

Connie finally stepped back, but not without giving her waist a playful squeeze and a whispered, “You really didn’t think I’d show out like that?”

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. “Maybe I underestimated you.”

“Well,” he replied, pulling her close one more time, his voice low and teasing. “Guess I’ll just have to keep proving you wrong.”

[ab4eva]

‘Ain’t That Loving You Baby’

Summary: Reader is out of sorts all day - grumpy, petulant, rude and just plain bitchy. Elvis takes it upon himself to set her straight.

Warnings: NFSW 18+, spanking, non-con spanking, established relationship, time period related ideas about marriage/relationships, copious use of pet names, use of the term “daddy”, fingering, aftercare, fluff. Please let me know if I missed anything.

Authors note: Y’all, sometimes inspiration for a fic strikes in the most unexpected of ways, as with this one. I know this isn’t everyone’s cuppa, so if I’ve tagged you and you aren’t into it, apologies and please just keep right on scrolling. Now please enjoy one of my top Elvis fantasies that I will write in as many different ways as humanly possible until the day I die.

Word count: 3.6k

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You couldn’t quite put your finger on it - why you were so out of sorts today. One minute you were close to tears, feeling sensitive and tender if anyone so much as looked at you the wrong way or seemed the least bit careless with you. The next minute you were blowing up at some poor member of the Memphis Mafia, Vernon or even Elvis himself. You were grumpy, combative, and just generally in a very bad mood. It was as if a black cloud were hanging over your head, following your every step, raining on your own personal parade just to piss you off. The worst part was you knew you were being a brat but you were powerless to stop it. You felt itchy and irritated, on edge from the moment you stepped out the front doors of Graceland that morning to run your errands.

It didn’t help that when you returned, Elvis and the boys were lounging in the living room, making a right mess of things - beer bottles littering every surface, ash trays full to the brim with cigar ash, dirty plates covering the floor - it looked like a literal bomb had gone off. You’d just cleaned the entire house yesterday from top to bottom. Elvis had begged you to hire a housekeeper after you’d gotten married, but you were old fashioned, you saw it as the wife’s job to keep a clean house. And so you did…until all of these beastly men came and messed it up again. You surveyed the mess, a look of displeasure coloring your pretty face, your hands clenched into tight fists. Your heart pounded as you dug your fingernails into the soft flesh of your palm and tried very hard not to scream.

“Oh hey Y/N,” Red said lazily, the first of them to notice you standing in the doorway. “These cookies are damn delicious.” Your eyes zeroed in on his hand and you saw he held one of your freshly baked chocolate chip oatmeal cookies, the ones you’d painstakingly made dozens of last night. They were meant for the cookie exchange your book club was having tomorrow. Your eyes slowly surveyed the rest of the men in the living room, all of them perched here and there on the furniture or the floor… and all of them with cookies in their hands. The big platter heaped with cookies you had carefully placed on top of the fridge now sat almost empty in the middle of the coffee table. Your eyes found Elvis’s as you inhaled sharply and gave him a look that could kill. He had the good grace to look abashed as he quickly dropped the cookie he was holding, standing up slowly from where he sat on the couch as he moved towards you, holding both hands in front of him in a gesture meant to placate you but it only enraged you further.

“Now baby, we didn’t mean to eat all these here cookies, but you know they’re my favorite and I-I-I couldn’t resist. And I had to share with the guys, otherwise what kind of host would I be?” His blue eyes were sparkling with something close to amusement and his voice dripped honey, soft and low, soothing. He knew the look you were giving him, knew he had to tread carefully.

“Elvis…baby,” you said in a dangerous and mocking whisper, “those cookies were for my book club.” You spat the words out through gritted teeth, barely containing your rage. The thing is, you were usually so easygoing, so even-keeled, the very definition of hospitable to guests in your home. Normally, this wouldn’t even phase you. But today? It made you so angry you could barely speak. Poor Jerry had the unfortunate thought at that moment to try and smooth the situation over by offering to clean up the mess they’d made only to have you snap at him (“Don’t bother! None of you had the bright idea to even think before turning my living room into a pigsty!”) as you stomped out of the room.

Things didn’t end there as your rampage continued for the rest of the day, cutting down anyone and anything daring to cross your path. Vernon made the mistake of asking you about a shopping bill for some new dresses you purchased last week, innocently wanting to know the total so he could add it to the monthly expense account. You almost wrung his neck - the sheer audacity of the man! The Colonel came sweeping in cheerily in the late afternoon, trying to pull one of his old carney tricks on you, thinking it would lighten your mood. It had the opposite effect and you told him off so completely that even Elvis had to chuckle at it with a bemused smile. But the final straw came that evening, as you and Elvis sat peacefully (for his part, at least) in the living room, quietly reading after a rather tense dinner. You made some snide, off the cuff remark aimed at the way your husband’s business was being run and in an instant, you knew you’d stepped over the line, pushed Elvis past the limit of what he’s willing to take.

As soon as the words fly out of your mouth you wish you could pull them back in, gather the broken pieces of them and keep them inside. You suck in a gasp, your eyes flying to his face, realizing your mistake too late, realizing your bad mood has landed you here, in uncharted territory. Only once before had you taken things too far - two weeks after your wedding - Elvis had stormed out of the house in a barely suppressed rage only to return the next morning, acting as if nothing had even happened. You see his body still and his blue eyes widen in surprise before they darken, anger and annoyance flashing across his face before being replaced with a look of willful determination. You know that look, it’s the one he gets when he has an idea in his head, and like a dog with a bone, won’t let go until he gets what he wants. Your heart speeds up in your chest, pounding almost painfully, you feel a little lightheaded and your mouth goes dry. You swallow thickly, opening your mouth to apologize, to take back the words you’ve already said, anything at all to stop this train from hurtling off the cliff. “Elvis, I-,” the words start to tumble from your mouth in a rush before he cuts you off angrily.

“That’s enough!” he yells, his voice booming loud and firm, your ears ringing with the force of it. “Now listen here, girl, I don’t know what’s gotten into you today, but that’s. Enough.” His voice is now dangerously low as he punctuates each word with a stab of his finger in your direction, his gold rings glittering wildly in the soft light of the room. He stands abruptly and strides towards you, grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you to his chest, wrapping his arms around you tightly and holding you there. You struggle against him, beating his solid chest with your closed fists like a child, not wanting to be held.

“Lemme go…let me go!” you practically scream in his face. Something inside you refuses to be comforted in this moment, you feel as if he’s suffocating you. You don’t want him to touch you, don’t want him near you. And yet, it’s all you want, to be here, in his arms. His deliciously musky scent fills your nostrils as he presses your head into his shirt in an attempt to calm you. His chest is heaving with restrained emotion and his wiry chest hairs tickle your nose through his unbuttoned collar. Confusion swirls in your brain, you’re too upset to sort through the emotions that have been tormenting you all day as you thrash against him. His lip curls up in an annoyed smirk as he grabs your flailing fists, pinning them to your side as his jaw clenches, his strong arms vise-like as he clutches you tightly to his chest.

“Now, you’re gonna tell me why ya got a bee in your britches, darlin. Why ya been a goddamn brat all goddamn day… or I’m gonna make ya tell me,” he commands, his voice rough and low. His eyes search yours and his nostrils flair slightly as he breathes heavily, trying to keep you in check as you still struggle against him. You can see the vein in his neck, the one that drives you wild, popping out - which means he’s excited or angry - or both.

“I’d like to see you try,” you spit at him scornfully, your bright eyes challenging him, your lip turning up into a slight sneer as you wriggle some more.

“Don’t test me, little one. I think someone needs an attitude adjustment and I’m just the one to give it to ya.” He squeezes you tighter in his arms as you squirm, still trying to break free, and suddenly you’re having a little trouble breathing. You stop moving for a moment and his grip loosens just a little as you gulp in a breath of air. “As your husband, it’s my job to set you right when you’re misbehaving. So I’m gonna ask ya again, darlin - why are ya so outta sorts today?”

You stare at him, at a loss for words. Truthfully, you don’t know what’s gotten into you. It’s just a bad day. You remember waking up and feeling fine, maybe a little tired. Elvis was already gone, his side of the bed cold and empty. He’d been distracted with contract negotiations when you found him in the kitchen, already eating breakfast. Without you. You had wanted to tell him a story about something that happened yesterday that made you think of him. But just as you were about to he was up and out for a meeting, without ever kissing you good morning. Or goodbye. All of these little things, you suddenly realize, subconsciously added up to you feeling neglected and uncared for by him. They had curled inside your belly without you knowing, sending sad thoughts to your brain all day long. You bite your lip as it all comes rushing in and you feel yourself close to tears.

You can’t tell him these things. They’re all too silly, too small, too insignificant in the grand scheme of it all. You just stare at him, your chest heaving, your eyes silently pleading with him to understand as a tear slips down your cheek unbidden. He softens for a moment, a dozen different thoughts flashing across his readable face. He gently wipes your tear with his thumb and presses a kiss to your cheek where it fell. Then he nods once, as if making up his mind about something. He releases you, grabbing your wrist again, practically dragging you over to the big, comfy chair at the edge of the living room. You go rather willingly, unsure of what his plan is. His other hand settles on the back of your neck, gently, as he starts to push you down over the back of the chair. You suddenly understand that something you have no control over is about to happen and you start to fight him again. But he keeps a firm grasp on your wrist as he keeps pushing your head down until you are bent almost in two over the back of the chair. If his iron grip on you didn’t entirely prevent you from moving, his strong, lean body standing behind you and pressing you into the chair does.

“Stop squirming, or I’ll have to tie you down.” His voice in your ear is breathy, somewhere between amused and annoyed. “Don’t think I won’t, honey. You’ve been ornery all day and you don’t get a say in what happens now, ya hear me? Just remember, this is for your own good. And I love you.” You stop moving, knowing he’ll do whatever he deems necessary to see this through. He releases his grip on you and steps to the side, his left arm settling heavily across your back to hold you down as he rucks your short dress up around your hips. You feel him run a hand across your round ass, cupping it and squeezing softly. You hear what can only be described as a delighted breath escaping his lips behind you, the soft huff of a chuckle, his ribcage expanding against your arm as he breathes deeply. The pressure as he grips your ass gets harder and harder before he suddenly stops and his cool fingers toy with the edge of your panties around your waist before he unceremoniously yanks them down to your ankles.

“Last chance, baby,” he says through gritted teeth, his tone stern as he pins you to the chair. You start to squirm again, panic rising in your chest. He’s about to spank you. He…he’s never done that before. Not even for fun. Your body starts to tremble and you shake your head, refusing to speak. You feel him raise his right hand and a ghost of a breeze whispers across your bare bottom. You squeeze your eyes shut and take a deep breath, your heart banging painfully in your chest, preparing as best you know how. You haven’t been spanked since you were a little girl and there’s something wrong, and slightly exciting, about it.

He delivers the first slap to your bottom with a firm, open palm, the impact of it echoing throughout the living room, the only other noise that can be heard is the ticking of a clock, your gasp and Elvis’s heavy breathing. You inhale sharply at the sting of it, but it isn’t as terrible as you were expecting and it dissipates quickly. You let out the breath you’d been holding, if this is all it is you can handle it. All is quiet and still behind you, and you wonder if that’s it…until you feel him lean down to speak in your ear again.

“That was just a warm up, little girl, ain’t gonna go that easy on ya for the rest of ‘em,” he murmurs, and you hear the love in his stern voice as you try and process what he’s saying. The rest of them? That was going easy? You start to wiggle, trying to break free once again and realize the whimpering noise filling the room is coming from your mouth. Before you can get too worked up he swats you again, twice in quick succession, a little harder than before.

“Ow!” you yell, incensed by your situation, kicking your feet a little. “That hurt!” You spit out through gritted teeth, angry now. “Elvis Aaron Presley, you let me go this instant!” Your demands are met with an amused laugh, and you let out a frustrated growl, trying and failing to twist out of his grasp.

“I see I haven’t sorted you out yet, honey. Still got some of that brattiness left in ya that needs to be broken. Your choice, little girl.” Elvis lets a small laugh slip, his eyes on your body as he slowly and deliberately brings his hand down on your ass again. It’s strong and forceful, but not cruel. It leaves you breathless, speechless. Finally the stinging has permeated your skin and refuses to leave. It’s starting to be uncomfortable and you can tell that if he doesn’t quit soon you’re going to have a hard time sitting tomorrow.

“You’ve been petulant, rude, acting like a damn child all day. And that’s not the woman I know and love, the woman I married. No wife of mine is gonna act that like that and get away with it - not to my friends, not to my father, and especially not to me. Do you understand?” His hand gently cups you as he lectures, rubbing softly over what must be your quickly reddening ass. You hiss and grip the the pillow in front of you. “Answer me, girl. Do you understand?”

You’re not done pouting…if he thinks he can break you, sort you out, punish you - let him try. You stay willfully silent, refusing to speak. You hear him sigh as he removes his hand from you and you brace yourself for another round.

“Have it your way, darlin’…I’m gonna give you six more and if you’re still in a state, then we’re gonna have to have a serious talk, you and me," Elvis says, suddenly quiet and solemn and your heart drops in your chest. Maybe this isn’t some game he’s playing? You didn’t realize it was as important as he’s now letting on. You know you were a total bitch today and you do regret your words and actions… You cry out as he spanks you again without warning, his palm landing with more force than he’s given you so far. He continues and the spanking is relentless, but there's also something almost hypnotic about it. It feels like his hand is on your skin forever, but before you know it, it's almost over. And unexpectedly you realize the last couple of swats have sent lightening straight to your core, your nipples are tight buds rubbing deliciously against the coarse fabric of the chair through your thin dress and you’re surprised to feel slickness gathering on your thighs. You don’t know when your cries turned to breathy moans but he stops abruptly as he hears you, still two spankings left to give.

You’re breathing heavily, still clutching the decorative pillow adorning the chair as you clench around nothing, surprising yourself and Elvis as an obscene squelching noise echoes across the now quiet living room. You let out a breathless laugh, flushing a deep red, thankful he can’t see the embarrassment written across your face. You feel Elvis laughing silently as well, quiet little snorts as he tries and fails to keep from giggling.

“Well now, this is a development I wasn’t expecting,” he murmurs in your ear, leaning over you, his warm breath floating across your cheek. You turn your face towards his, your glassy eyes trying to focus on him as you blink slowly. “Now that it seems I’ve sorted you out, what kind of daddy would I be if I didn’t also take care of my baby?” His right hand squeezes your bottom lightly as his left arm finally releases you and his hand slips underneath your hips, his long, cool fingers gently sliding up your soaking folds. Your breath hitches at his touch, letting out a whimper as he reaches your aching clit, circling it deftly with calloused fingers, once, twice, before dipping two of them into your wet heat.

“Goddamn, mama, so needy for me? Maybe I oughta spank ya more often,” he says breathlessly, his voice taut with desire. You know your husband well - it’s the way he sounds when his cock is hard and straining against his pants, aching to be set free. He’s probably already starting to leak, you think dimly, and the thought has you fluttering around him.

“Oh…” you manage to breathe out as he starts to pump his fingers into you agonizingly slow, his thumb finding your clit and applying light pressure. You rock your hips, already so close to the edge you can almost taste it. His right hand smacks your ass hard and you jolt forward, the feeling of his fingers inside you and his punishing hand on your backside has you starting to whine, unable to stop. He speeds up the movement of his hand, curling his digits just so into that sensitive and spongy part of you just as he delivers the final slap to your ass that has you clenching tightly around his fingers nestled inside you, coming harder than you have in a while, your high-pitched whine turning silent as you stop breathing for a moment. He groans above you and you feel him shaking slightly as he bends over your body - you know it’s taking everything in him to hold it together. After a few moments, he slowly releases you, helping you stand and your legs immediately buckle underneath you. Elvis grabs you under your arms to try and keep you from falling but you’re both so weak with spent energy and desire - yours fulfilled, his aching - that you both tumble to the ground in a heap.

"There. All sorted out, sweetheart?" Elvis smiles down at you as your head rests against his shoulder, his arm encircling your waist. His voice is rough but tender as he smoothes the hair back from your face. "How did daddy do?" he asks, a smirk pulling his lush lips up into a lopsided grin. You blink dazedly, trying to form a coherent thought.

“Daddy?” you finally say, rolling the unfamiliar word around on your tongue. “Hmm, I could get used to that, I think.” You smile softly as your hand reaches up to cup his face, your thumb brushing the scratchy stubble across his jaw as your eyes turn serious. “I am sorry, Elvis. For all of it,” you whisper, blinking back tears.

“Shh, little one, I know,” he says, kissing your forehead softly and pulling you closer into himself, cradling you on his chest as your hand nestles in his chest hair, right above his heart that beats only for you.

And at book club the next day, when you’re settled on a mountain of pillows, no one even bats an eye.

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[bunnyboyjuice]

Thinking about piercing head Getou and how he’d always surprise you with his tongue piercing. You always noticed his ears full of piercings and his face as well. “Baby I gotta surprise for you” he’d purr wrapping his arms around your waist pulling you in closer to him. “What is it?” You say leaning into his warm embrace as you unconsciously sway side to side in his arms. “Gimme a kiss and you’ll find out.” He says leaning down to kiss you.

As your lips collide his tongue is already snaking its way into your mouth as you feel the metal nub pressing against your own tongue. You eagerly break the kiss and look at him in awe. “You got it done since when?!” All Getou could do was giggle as he walked you over to the bed letting you sit on the edge of it.

“You know what to do baby lemme see my sweet girl I missed her.” He said caressing your inner thighs as he snatched your pajama shorts down revealing your cunt to him. His eyes were glued to your body like you were a dessert presented to him on a silver platter. He couldn’t help but devour you like he was gonna starve with out you.

He lapped at your cunt with the quickness diving in between your legs suckling at your clit while rolling the piercing against it causing you to squeal. “Fuck Getou..so..good!” You moan feeling yourself hip buck and quiver as Getou holds your legs in place. That tongue piercing was a blessing and curse because after a few minutes you were already coming on Getou’s tongue but he wasn’t done yet he wanted it see home many orgasms he could get out of you.

“G-Getou too sensitive! Please!” you hiccup gripping at Getou’s black curls hoping he could at least give you a small break. “Uh uh baby just one more.” He groans humping against the mattress as his tongue flicks at your clit. You were a mess from Getou’s tongue he sloppily lapped at your hole tasting the delicious slick building up before going right back over to your puffy clit throbbing from his relentless attacks. “please Getou I’m gonna-!” You hiccup feeling your body squirm and with a warm flash racing across your body you squirt. Getou chuckles as he drinks up all of your liquid before licking his lips and kissing you.

“How do you like my new piercing?” He chuckles holding you in his arms. “Good it’s so good” you sigh blissfully as your cuddle against Getou kissing along his jaw as you come down from your high leg still quivering a bit.

A/N: I wrote this at 12AM so it might be sloopy and a little rushed sorry about that but I’ve been dreaming of piercing head + metal boyfriend Getou like he would totally have a bridge and a septum I’m juss saying y’all he would be so sexy wit those

[roronoaswifey]

𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐇𝐂𝐒, monster trio

summary. inviting the monster trio to your annual family cookout

pairing. monkey d. luffy, roronoa zoro, vinsmoke sanji x black!reader

warnings/tags. slight foul language, alcohol consumption, implied weed consumption, wholesome meeting the family content, reader is black but fic can be applied to all races

wc. 2.9k

kazu’s note. tee helped inspire me… even if the idea was all mine xo 💋 @sanjisblackasswife

𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐊𝐄𝐘 𝐃. 𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐘

“let’s fucking go!”

→ he’s oddly excited to go, mainly because of all the fun stories you’d told him in the past and food

→ wherever there’s a fun time and food, you know luffy’s down

→ the second you stepped in, you lost your boyfriend. in the overwhelming swarm of greetings and hugs and kisses, luffy was nowhere to be found

→ you were asked by all family members where was this boyfriend of yours and your left brow twitched in suspicion, cause where else would the bastard be at this ripe hour?

→ ding ding ding, the kitchen of course.

→ he leaned over the counter, eyes shimmering in want as he drooled over whatever seemed to be cooking in the crockpot

→ your mother eyed him suspiciously, lost and completely confused as to who this clearly non family member was doing in her kitchen

→ you found him and easily, smacking the back of his head while scolding him on proper etiquette, to which he pouted and argued that,

→ “but i’m hungry!”

→ “dumbass, where are your manners?”

→ your mom didn’t take it to heart, however. she appreciated how he could distinctively spot a good dish from away

→ after poutingly introducing himself, luffy beamed at the premade plate in front of him, thanking your mom endlessly with hugs before diving into his meal

→ though stunned by the way he inhaled his meal down, your mom was also impressed by his go-lucky nature, going as far as ruffling his hair affectionately

→ luffy’s definitely best friends with the younger cousins. he keeps up with their games, laughs along at anything and agrees when they ask him to bring them to a nearby park

→ they ask for story times of adventures when he’s at sea, and listen with heart eyes as he tells them about the amount of sea kings he’s slaughtered and bad men he’s defeated, going as far as re-enacting the situations

→ he’s also at the center of the mosh when adults ask the kids to dance for money. he isn’t even doing it for the money, he’s just so full of energy and everyone loves his vibe so much

→ he definitely makes money off it though

→ dinnertime is horrendous. he’s got a big appetite, and you warned your family beforehand, but naturally they’re still in shock at the way he basically SWALLOWS the table.

→ your mom is a huge fan, prepping beforehand containers of food so he doesn’t go hungry

→ even if he’s basically gobbling down his and other people’s share of food, luffy is known for his outgoing and warm personality, so of course he’s the center of entertainment

→ he’s cracking jokes, singing off key, dancing ridiculously and your family seems to be eating it up. they laugh like he’s the funniest man, sing along as if he was making sense, even hype him up when he dances foolishly

→ at some point in the day he’s so stuffed he ends up knocked out with some random kid in one of the rooms upstairs, snoring with the child snuggling into his torso, damn near rolling over him

→ nighttime falls before luffy wants, and eventually it’s time for y’all to go back, but lemme tell you this man is so bummed out

→ not only does your family bash you for “gatekeeping” him from them for so long, but luffy’s pressed because not everybody seems to have left but now you’re forcing him to go too??

→ “lu, we gotta set sail tonight or else nami’ll have both our heads on a platter!”

→ “i don’t care! i’m captain, and i decide we stay!”

→ you’re so ready to shove your fist down his throat when your mom shows up, containers full of food in her hold as she offers a simple solution that has luffy obeying uncharacteristically easily

→ you rolled your eyes, grabbing the packed food as your mom smothered luffy in kisses, thanking him for having shown up and expects to see him more often

→ she also gives him the sentimental “look after my daughter” speech as if he’s not the one that needs to be looked over

→ luffy replies with his infamous laugh, hugging your mom back as his answer makes your chest bloom with warmth,

→ “of course! y/n’s the love of my life.”

𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐀 𝐙𝐎𝐑𝐎

→ “uh…”

→ that’s the face he made the second y’all entered the house, greeted by your skeptical dad who gave him an offish look

→ “so you the thug my baby’s dating?”

→ “dad.” you gave your dad a pointed look, and he rolled his eyes, waving off as he claimed he was joking, but the way zoro was frozen is fear (?) suggested otherwise

→ so, rough start, but zoro decides he’s gonna try his best to make your family approve of him. i guess it helps he brought a bottle of wine (selected by sanji ofc) to woo the fam

→ he follows as you make your way towards the backyard, greeted with love and hollers as everyone chants how it’s been so long since they last saw you

→ you get hugs and kisses from uncles, aunties, grandparents, family friends and cousins, whole time zoro stands behind you like 🧍waiting for you to finish

→ “gonna introduce us to your hunk of a man?” some thirsty auntie practically ogles zoro and he’s frozen to pieces again at the attention on him

→ you roll your eyes and nudge zoro forward to introduce himself, and he inwardly curses you for setting him up like that

→ “roronoa zoro… ma’am.” you nearly decked him up the head for the unneeded formal greeting, but your family laughed it off, amused by his sternness

→ “your name roronoa?”

→ “no sir. i’m japanese.”

→ “well that’s new.” you glared at the same thirsty auntie, hoping she wasn’t somewhat shading you for your taste in men

→ regardless, zoro went through the crowd and attempted to present himself, though it was unnecessarily stiff, you rubbed your hand on his back for his efforts

→ zoro finds it really hard to find peace and quiet at events like these, though he doesn’t hate it but isn’t exactly used to so much familial love in one place especially with the lack of family growing up

→ he does find peace in the normality of everything, no piracy or wild government issues involved

→ your dad manages to find him and challenges him alongside the other uncles to a drinking contest, but because you know you have an advantage, you decide to place bets on winners

→ bets are predictable enough; everyone besides your mom and you bet on the undefeated champion that was your dad. joke’s on them cause naturally zoro won

→ he swipes his hand over his mouth, smirking at your dad across the table as you stand next to him, arms crossed over your chest and smirking tauntingly back you guys looked so badass

→ your dad eyes you both saltily, and zoro fears he fucked up yet again by taking the challenge too seriously, but when your dad breaks out in laughter and gives his hand to shake, a sweat dropped from his hairline in relief

→ you made about 350$

→ your (single) aunties cannot get over how good looking he is. they swarm around him, praising him for his out-of-this-world visuals and smother all over him, pulling at his cheeks and tugging at his biceps

→ and in returns he’s just like “uh, thank you.” while giving you a look to save him, but you’re evil and let him suffer alone

→ now when the kids get ahold of this man, just wish him goodnight at this point cause you’re not seeing this man for the rest of the night

→ they love this man ☠️ is it the fact that he seems so unappeased and stoic, or the fact that he’s a new piece of meat to bother, he really couldn’t tell

→ they tug on his arms, sit on his lap, play with his hair, and ask for stories of what it’s like to be at sea while being such a strong pirate

→ “you got three swords?!” “i do.” “can i use them?! please?!” “i’m pretty sure y/n would kill me.” “no she wouldn’t! she lets me play with swords all the time!” “uh…”

→ when you caught him giving piggyback and airplane rides to your very happy younger sister, you leaned against the doorframe and teased him about how well they got along to which he bluntly denied

→ you saw the fond smile on his face tho

→ still you drag him downstairs to meet up with your older cousins and family friends, slipping on some slides as your dad corners y’all at the entrance

→ “we’re gonna go take a walk.” you smile sheepishly, kissing his cheek and your father gives you a look, seeing easily past your lame excuse but does nothing to stop y’all

→ “we are?” your confused boyfriend mumbled, tugging your sundress and your cousins and friends laughed at his naivety, saying something along the lines that they’d get along just well

→ the walk taught him a few things; weed is definitely not for him nor his throat, you get overly affectionate when you’re high and your one short friend is hilarious when he’s hungry

→ he gets along well with other significant others of family members, all in the same “freshly arrived” boat. he and your sister’s boyfriend actually bonded over the kendo matches airing on the sports channel

→ when night comes, he’s almost drained by how much social interaction he was put through. you wish everybody a goodnight and they threaten you to bring him back to the next function “or else”.

→ you’re at the door with leftovers and drinks, and when you leave the door, zoro realizes he probably should privately share his goodbyes to your dad, and so he goes back when you don’t notice

→ you noticed you were talking to yourself for a while, so you frown and wonder if your man got lost while you were busy ranting about how happy you were

→ you head back to the house, ready to search for a lost moss but you halt your step when you hear familiar voices talking

→ “you take good care of my baby, roronoa. she better be in one piece next time y’all come ‘round. got it?”

→ you roll your eyes at your dad’s usual protectiveness, ready to counter on his behalf but you’re cut to the chase by your boyfriend,

→ “i love her, sir. nothing bad’s ever gonna happen as long as i’m around, i swear.”

𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈

→ “sounds like a good idea, my love!”

→ sanji blends in with your family alarmingly well. it’s barely been a few minutes since y’all got in, and he presents himself with bouquets of flowers and wine, and the whole house has fallen head over heels for him

→ sanji used to be a waiter alongside a sous chef, so his conversational skills are flawless. he knows exactly what to say to make your members feel listened, nods when they speak and engage in their stories

→ your mom is in love with this man. when he presented himself, he reached out his hand and when she laid hers in his, he kissed her knuckles all gentlemanly and gave a wink, and she was weak in the knees

→ you had no worries about sanji meeting your family, you knew they’d fall for his charms just as you did

→ unsurprisingly, most of his time is spent in the kitchen with the ladies, even though they tell him he can go relax elsewhere with the men. he presses that he’s fine and he’s willing to help with the preparation, as he is the chef’s cook

→ you find him minutes later wearing an apron cutting up vegetables, laughing brightly at whatever story your mother had to share

→ while he spends his time in there, the tipsy aunties spill and rant all the family’s tea, from unplanned pregnancies to cheating scandals, and sanji’s nosy ass is all in for the business, going as far as asking questions and throwing in his own opinions

→ like imagine “you’re joking! is that not her sister’s ex man?! what a low blow!” “i know right? she’s been shady as fuck.” he gasps dramatically, hand on his hip as he pauses from mincing the garlic

→ dramatic bastard

→ he offers to help set up the table as he’s used to doing it on the ship, and your mom almost feels bad for making her guest help her with everything, but he expertly holds plates in his hands as he winks, “anything for my mother-in-law, mademoiselle.”

→ he’s so used to eating last, making sure everyone’s gotten a good taste before he can sit back, so he’s taken aback when your mom slides him a plate on the counter

→ you’re rolling your eyes playfully as sanji tries to push the plate back respectfully and offers that your mom eats before he does, since she did make everything

→ “give it a rest, she’s as stubborn as you are.” you nudge your shoulder against his, and he straight up pouts, before nodding and thanking her for the meal

→ he was stunned at the outburst of flavours, not having ever tasted anything as unique as soul food in his life. he has literal hearts out of his eyes and his mother mentions warmheartedly how cartoon-like it was little does she know

→ though you underestimated sanji’s stubbornness when you caught him doing the dishes, claiming he was unloading the amount of work your mom would have to do

→ she was baffled by his kindness, wrapping her arms around him and planting a kiss at his temple, chanting how he was her new favorite and you teasingly scoffed at the bashful blush that crept at sanji’s face

→ your younger sister is in love with him. like, actual love. she wants to marry him and keep him in her room for the rest of her life, so she says.

→ when nobody wanted to play dollhouse with her, he felt his chest ache at the way she seemed defeated, instantly reminded by his own childhood, so he offered to play with her and she was immediately crushing

→ “sanji, i love you! be my husband!”

→ he chuckles sheepishly, “but what about your sister, darling? it wouldn’t be room nice if i left her alone.”

→ your sister pouts and has tears swelling in her eyes, and sanji is such a sucker he gets swept in by her manipulative tactics, that he leans forward on a knee and holds her hand reassuringly.

→ “how about you get older first, then we’ll talk, okay? you’re still my favorite after all.” he ruffled her hair and revelled in the way she looked away so shyly, nodding before running away

→ “i’m wounded, sanji.” you flatly spoke, a smirk on your lips as he rose to his feet, scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment

→ while you laid in the living room and digested dessert, you suddenly missed the presence of your boyfriend as he was hogged by your mom all day

→ you got up and made your way to the kitchen, to which you saw sanji sat across the counter, notepad and pen in his hands as he scribbled on the paper while your mother rambled

→ “what’s going on here?” you eyed the two suspiciously, who both froze mid-action, before turning to you like a deer caught in headlights

→ they both denied that anything was happening, that they were just catching up on their lives as if that wasn’t what they’d been doing all night. you sighed, letting it slide as you beckoned him over, complaining you missed him

→ eventually the night came to an end, and everyone was bummed that he was leaving. it almost made you feel like they could care less about you ☠️

→ everyone sent sanji kisses and hugs, forcing him to come by and visit, and to bring something he made next time so they can ogle at yet another skill of his. he promised he’d blow their minds away, with a kiss at their knuckles ofc

→ your little sister was so bummed, tearing up at the door as she watched you guys get ready to leave, and sanji desperately didn’t want her to be mad with him, so he told her to turn around, and he unclasped her necklace and slipped one of his rings on her chain, before putting it back on her neck.

→ her eyes mimicked his similar heart eyes expression, dropping her teddy on the floor as sanji kissed her knuckles. you thumped him up the head and told him to hurry up so y’all could leave

→ deep down you were happy that he was getting along with your bitter baby sister you were just tired

→ your mom was the last guest to watch you off, and after hugging you goodbye, she moved onto her new favorite and hugged him too, before pulling away and holding his hands affectionately

→ “i’m so glad y/n found you. keep her happy sanji, you’re a great boy.” she had tears swelling in her eyes, and when sanji tightened the hold on her hands, you watched him with hidden admiration,

→ “i’m the lucky one, mademoiselle. i’ll do my damn hardest to give her the happy life she deserves.”

i gave up halfway leave me alone 💀

[criminalamnesia]

A Long Time Coming

summary: You go on patrol with Joel, unknowingly sealing your fate.

warnings: you could picture either game!joel or show!joel in this, angst, mentions of torture and blood, no use of y/n, f!reader, reader is Joel’s wife, not proofread, spoilers for The Last of Us Part 2!

author’s note: angst angst angst. sorry but also not really. anyways I totally think that if the roles were reversed and ellie had died instead of joel, joel would have 100% done the same thing.

Abby Anderson had spent years thinking about this moment.

Dreaming about it. Anticipating it.

Planning out what she would say, what she would do, when she finally faced the man who had killed her father.

She had never foreseen it happening like this– by a chance. Her stubbornness and foolishness almost leading to sure death if not for fate’s interference– the infected about to sink its teeth into her neck stabbed in the head by an older man.

A woman appearing from behind him, gun raised and eyebrows furrowed as she provided cover fire.

“Y’alright?” The man’s voice had a subtle southern accent, his hands gently holding onto Abby’s biceps as he steadied her.

Her eyes were wide, breath coming in quick pants as she surveyed the man and the woman. She gave a quick nod, and the man nodded in return.

“Babe, we gotta go!” The woman was shouting, firing another round into the head of a runner. The man was still focused on Abby.

“We gotta run–”

“I know somewhere,” Abby was speaking, thinking of the lodge her and her group had holed up in as they surveyed Jackson.

The man nodded again, “Lead the way.”

It was almost laughable at how things had happened.

The man, revealed as Joel once in the safety of the lodge, served right to her on a silver platter. Right after he saved her life.

And she had planned to end his.

But as she walked alongside Joel and the woman, she quickly came to realize they were married– at least, judging by the silver ring on the woman’s left ring finger.

And her mind slowly started to change.

She had wanted to torture Joel– give him a cruel and suffering-filled ending. But now, with his wife, she could do to him what he did to her when she was a child.

She could make it so much worse than what he did to her. Make it painful, make him watch– helpless, unable to do anything as she tortured the woman he loved.

She had settled on that when they made their way into the lodge, her friends perking up as they moved inside.

“Abby? Where were you?” Owen was asking, standing from his sleeping bag with concern etched onto his face.

“I went on a walk,” she said, pulling her snow-covered beanie from her head.

“Who’s this?” Nora spoke, arms crossed over her chest.

“I’m Joel,” the man said. He held back a hand to guide forward the woman, who gave a small smile as she wiped stray snow from her braided hair.

Joel’s hand fell to the small of her back as she gave her name, followed by: “I’m Joel’s wife.”

The group fell silent as they looked at one another. Abby moved to stand next to Manny, Joel and his wife now positioned away from the rest of the group.

“Y’all act like you’ve heard of us,” Joel gave an uneasy chuckle as his wife took a step back, her hand moving to tug at his coat.

“Joel,” she whispered, eyes wide as she glanced at Abby and back to her husband. “I think it’s time we get back. Tommy’s gonna be worried.”

Abby could’ve laughed. If they didn’t already suspect this was the Joel they were looking for, his wife had just sealed the couple’s fate with one word. Tommy.

“Oh,” Mel spoke, glancing sideways at Owen as the group shuffled tensely. Manny stepped back towards his sleeping bag, bending at the knees and grabbing something.

“We have.”

It happened in a flash.

Joel’s wife forcibly tugged him backwards. Manny took two long strides forward, and the shotgun he now had in his grasp fired, aimed straight at Joel’s leg.

The older man yelled in pain, crumpling forward to the ground as the bullets tore through his lower thigh and knee. His wife was screaming— reaching for the pistol tucked in her belt— but she was too slow. Nora and Nick surged forward, grabbing her by her arms and forcing her forwards.

“You stupid, old man,” Abby gave a shake of her head, a disbelieving huff escaping her lips.

Joel tried to struggle to his feet, but his injuries made his attempt futile. Before he could even think to reach for his gun, Owen and Manny were on him— tossing the weapon across the room and wrenching him to his feet.

The man groaned in agony as they dragged him further into the room, finally dropping him into a heap in front of where Nora and Nick were still holding his wife.

“Fuck you!” She screamed, thrashing in their holds. The rest of the group circled them now, eyes on Abby, as she picked up the golf club leaning against the nearby wall.

“You can’t stop this,” she said, her knuckles white as she gripped the club. “This has been a long, long time coming.”

“We don’t even know you!” The wife shouted, tears threatening to fall from her eyes.

“You don’t,” Abby used the club to gesture at her. Then, she turned, pointing the golf club towards Joel. “But he does.”

He was on the ground, hands behind his back as Owen tied them together.

“I have no clue,” he said, taking a heavy breath. “Who you are. I’ve crossed a lotta people. You’re not the first.”

“My father,” Abby snapped as Joel looked up at her. “You killed him. Shot him in the fucking head. Starting to remember yet?” She gave a humorless laugh, taking a step towards him.

“Leave him alone!” His wife screamed. Abby ignored her.

“The firefly hospital in Salt Lake. The surgeon. Ring any fucking bells?” She seethed, raising the golf club.

Owen moved back, and Abby swung the club down as hard as she could— right into Joel’s face.

—

You screamed as Abby brought the club down on Joel. You could feel your strength slipping as you struggled against the two holding you back.

“Stop!” You screamed, your tears threatening to fall. You wouldn’t let them— you didn’t want these people to have that satisfaction. “Let him go! Leave him alone!”

“Shut the fuck up!” The man holding you yelled, wrenching your arm back painfully. You screamed in pain as he pulled your shoulder from its socket.

Joel’s head was bleeding now as he laid on the floor. The dark red blood trickled down to his cheek. It matted his greying hair. It made you sick to your stomach.

Your eyes were trained on his face as his eyes closed– before slowly opening again, now hooded. She had struck him hard— you were almost surprised he was still awake.

Almost.

Joel was a stubborn bastard, after all, and you knew that better than most.

It was his stubbornness and reluctance to trust you that had almost led to his leaving you on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere.

But thanks to Ellie’s unending prodding (and his heart, which he still seemed to have after all these years) he had allowed you to come with them.

He was supposed to drop you off somewhere along the way– at least, he told himself he was supposed to– but you had a way of worming your way into people’s hearts.

Plus, Ellie adored you, and she would’ve killed him if he had sent you packing.

You had joined him and Ellie on their journey across the country. You had watched him almost die at that science facility– almost died yourself after being taken by the crazy cannibal David and his crew— and along the way, the three of you had turned into some mismatched, weird little family.

You hadn’t been with them in the hospital in Salt Lake City. You had broken off from them to see if you could find any traces of your family, who had lived in the area before Outbreak Day. You hadn’t seen what had happened. Hadn’t been forced to make the decision Joel did (you would’ve made the same one).

You only knew that when you saw Joel pull up in that rusty old pickup truck, with a sleeping Ellie in a hospital gown in the back seat, that whatever had happened was what needed to happen.

And now, the past was here– all caught up to you.

Abby stepped back from Joel, the club still clutched tightly in her hands.

“You know, when I thought of this moment, I didn’t envision it like this,” she spoke, her eyes still on Joel. “But this is better than I could’ve hoped for.”

She turned to face you then, and your eyes narrowed.

“Fuck you,” you spat, rage replacing the fear in your body. At least she wasn’t focused on Joel anymore.

“I was going to torture him,” she told you, jerking her chin to gesture to Joel, still laying on the floor a few feet behind her. “Beat him until he stopped breathing. But, you’ve given me the perfect opportunity for revenge.”

“Go to hell,” you seethed, and Abby raised the club again.

The man and woman released you to take a step back, but before you could even start to run, Abby brought the club down right into your knee. A sickening crunch could be heard as you crumpled to the ground, screaming in pain.

“Still feeling feisty?” Abby said, crouching down to meet your gaze.

You spit in her face, and she wiped it from her cheek with the sleeve of her shirt. She stood once more, raised the club again, and brought it down on your side.

You could feel your ribs cracking at the force of the swing. You groaned, a weak cough sputtering past you lips and splattering blood on the floor in front of you.

A ringing in your ears started up then, caused by the pain. You moaned in pain, your eyes searching for Joel across the room.

They had forced him to sit back up, and his eyes were wide open now. He was saying something– but you couldn’t hear anything. Your eyes met his and you finally felt a tear fall down your cheek.

The club came down again. Your head was bleeding now, the ringing even louder.

Again. The bone in your leg was surely broken.

Again. More ribs, cracking and breaking. More blood coughed up, painting the floor and your lips a dark red.

Another hit to the head. Stars dotted your vision, and the ringing in your ears was getting unbearable. You felt your eyes slip closed, and suddenly you were in the house you shared with Joel back in Jackson.

It was right after you and Joel had officially started dating. He had brought Ellie over to your house for the weekly dinner the three of you had made a habit of in the few weeks you’d been living in Jackson.

The two of you were sitting on the couch in the living room. Ellie was perched on one of the armchairs with Joel’s guitar in her lap. Joel was talking periodically, guiding her through a song, one you remembered loving before the Outbreak.

You broke out into a grin as Ellie played, the words slowly coming back to you. You began to sing, and Ellie grinned as she risked looking up from the guitar to meet your gaze. You gave her a reassuring smile as you continued to sing, both of you soldiering on even when she played the wrong chord or when you stumbled through the words.

Joel was grinning beside you, his eyes watching you intently as you sang. It was the first time he’d ever heard you sing, and he was entranced.

When Ellie played the last chord and your voice quieted, he whistled, earning a laugh from you and Ellie.

“You’ve got a beautiful voice,” he told you, and you had waved him off. Ellie backed him up, and without much more resistance you accepted their compliments.

“We could start a band!” Ellie said, and you and Joel had laughed.

“That’s a great idea, Els. You on guitar, me and Joel on vocals,” you said, winking at him. He shook his head with a laugh.

The memory faded as you were brought back to reality by someone roughly shoving you into a sitting position. You could barely see through your swollen eyelids– but you were sure you could make out the tan jacket of your husband close by.

“J-Joel,” you mumbled, the words feeling thick in the fuzziness of your mouth. Blood and drool seeped from between your lips. You were faintly aware of the gaps of now missing teeth in your mouth.

“Baby,” you heard his voice— strained and in pain— from across the room. “You gotta get up. Please, baby, get up. Please,” he begged, but then you were being hit again and the stars were back as another memory resurfaced.

It was the day before your wedding. Freshly fallen snow painted the world a bright white, and you were doubled over in laughter as you watched Ellie pelt Joel in the face with a snowball.

“Think that’s funny, huh?” He had asked you, a wide smile of his face. You had nodded.

“Oh, I think it’s hilarious,” you told him, and in an instant he was scooping up snow to make his own snowball as you shrieked and ran for cover.

“Ellie, let’s get Joel!” You called to her as she scrambled to make another snowball nearby. The teen had whooped in agreement as Joel let his snowball fly, narrowly missing your head as you ducked behind a snow-covered bush.

“Now that ain’t fair!” Joe shouted through a laugh as you shot out from behind the bush and threw your snowball.

“What’re you gonna do about it, old man?” Ellie called to him as she ran past him.

The three of you laughed and threw snowballs until your fingers were numb, and after Joel’s surrender, the three of you convened in the middle of the yard.

“Alright, let’s go inside, it’s freezing out here,” you chattered, moving to follow Ellie into the house. Joel fell into step alongside you.

“Have fun?” He asked you quietly.

“The most,” you replied.

“Guys, watch out on the steps, it’s a little slippery. Don’t need you two breaking any hips,” Ellie told you as she made it onto the porch before stepping into the house.

“Here, I’ll go up first, then pick you up,” Joel told you, moving onto the first step. You rolled your eyes but nodded, a grin breaking out onto your face at his chivalry.

He made it to the third step when he slipped, falling backwards and arms flailing in an attempt to catch himself— which led to his elbow hitting you right in the eye.

The two of you fell back into the snow, Joel on top of you. He quickly rolled off, worry on his face as he assessed you. “You okay?”

“I think I just died for a second,” you said, and he rolled his eyes and huffed a laugh before helping you up.

And that was how you ended up sporting a black eye at your wedding.

You were sure you were sporting two black eyes now.

“Please,” the word was a broken sob, filtering in and out of your ears.

“Please get up.” He was begging you, but you couldn’t feel anything anymore.

“Please, just stop. It’s me you want, not her. Please—” he was pleading, but it didn’t matter.

You could barely register the sound of a broken scream— your scream. It was one last exclamation of your pain.

As your world faded to black, the only thing you could think of was what Joel had said to you that night, years ago.

“You have a beautiful voice.”

—

By the time that someone found him, Abby and her group were long gone and he was hanging by a thread.

After they had killed you, they had beaten him within an inch of his life. He almost wished they had just killed him.

“Joel?” Dina’s voice was soft, concerned as she crouched down beside him. “Joel, can you hear me?”

A bang echoed upstairs, followed by the pounding of footsteps overhead.

Dina stood, momentarily disappearing from Joel’s sight.

“Ellie, down here!” He heard her call, and then he could see her again as she moved across the room, crouching down once more in front of the bloody, broken mess of your body.

“Joel? Fuck– Joel, are you–” Ellie was in his face now, her eyebrows furrowed in concern and panic obvious in her tone as she surveyed his injuries.

“We gotta— we gotta go. We gotta get him to Jackson, we— Dina, we gotta—” she was stumbling through her words, her mind moving a thousand miles a minute as she tried to fight through her panic.

“Ellie,” Dina’s voice was quiet and Ellie turned away from him. He couldn’t see her face anymore, but he could tell the exact moment she saw your lifeless body.

Then Joel’s world went dark.

—

A proper burial was held for you back in Jackson, a few days after everything had happened. It gave Joel time to rest and recover enough to be able to attend.

Ellie hadn’t left his side since they brought him back. She hadn’t said much, either— consumed by her grief and anger. You had become a mother figure to her, just as Joel was her father figure.

She was hurting, and Joel was, too, but the two of them had never been that good at talking about their feelings. So, they sat in silence, grieving together but separate.

The townspeople had decorated the front of the house with an abundance of bright flowers and cards. Wherever Ellie went, someone offered their condolences.

She didn’t want condolences. She wanted revenge. She wanted to hunt down and slaughter every single person who had been in the room that night— who had done that to you. To him.

She told Joel she was going, and of course he hadn’t wanted her to leave. He didn’t want what happened to you to happen to her. But, he also knew that if he was able, he’d be halfway to Seattle by now.

So he let her go.

And he told her to kill every last one of them.

[slutouttanowhere]

Pairing: Roman Reigns x Sabrina Richards™️

Warnings: none

Word count: 482

a/n: so here the fuck I am…after mania…and yes it took me this fucking long. This Tribal Chief story has finally pulled me into the Roman Reigns fandom, listen I…you bitches FINALLY wore me down. Sabrina Richards is my original character that I created, if you’re curious about it, I have my main characters pinned to my post. lol Anyways, I hope y’all enjoy this, I just came up with it after Mania Night 1. If it gets enough traction I may consider continuing it. Throw the ones in the air for your Tribal Chief ✨❤️☝🏽

I couldn’t stand by and watch Seth, and Cody get beat on by The Bloodline any longer, by the time I got out there, Seth, Jimmy, and Jey were laid out, outside the ring. Cody was being hounded on by Roman in the corner, I ran around their side of the ring. I tugged on Roman’s large arm as hard as I could to stop him, he reared back his fist, but froze when she saw me. I rolled Cody out the way; then I turned to Roman with my hands up pleading with him to leave Seth, and my brother in law, Cody, alone. He cracked up in laughter, his perfect, white teeth shining under the stadium lights. As quickly as his smile appeared, it left.

“Who do you think you are? Thinking you can step in here with The Tribal Chief.” Roman backed me into the corner of the ring. It hadn’t occurred to me when I came out here to try and pull him off Cody that I’d have to face The Tribal Chief. There was no way you thought you could overpower him, so I used the one thing in my arsenal I knew he wouldn’t resist. Grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, I pulled him into me, and smashed my lips into his. Paul Haymen let out an audible gasp from the apron. At first stunned he grabbed hold of my shoulders, but to my surprise, he leaned into me. I was so wrapped up in the softness of his lips, and the way he held me so closely, I almost forgot that I was supposed to be using this as a distraction.

That was until I was being ripped away, “What the hell are you doing!” Cody shouted at me, I could feel my face heat up out of embarrassment. He looked at me with wide eyes, his sky blue irises piercing through me. I looked back at Roman who was still shocked, stood right where I left him, his hand touching his lips. His eyes watching me, desire reflecting within them, and sending a chill down my spine. Everything in my soul told me to run, Jimmy and Jey were dragging themselves back into the ring, and when Roman took a step forward I automatically made a break for it. Cody grabbed Seth by the shoulders, and he clumsily stood to his feet. His eyes found mine, and his face morphed into a confused expression. They followed my lead as we retreated up the ramp.

“You never should have come out here! What if you got hurt, Brandi would have my head on a platter!” Cody fussed at me, I wasn’t hearing anything he was saying. My eyes remained on Roman who was now leaning over the top rope, and seemingly fighting himself not to chase me. I could still feel his warm lips on mine, I could still smell the hint of spearmint from his hair, and the phantom touch of his strong hands around my waist. The Tribal Chief had left his mark on me tonight.

[cowpokeomens]

Hey have y’all ever thot abt

How the boys like a plot, okay, they loooove plotting. So when you come to Nick and Nicky and N*ah abt plotting to surprise Jolly, they’re immediately down. They love their guy, they love plotting, it’s all grand. It doesn’t help that Jolly is so wound up that he’s been mean to Noah a little snappy with everyone. So they help you sneakily fly out one day, get you access to Joakim’s room, and act as if everything is normal!! Totally fine nothing amuck!!! So jolly gets back to his hotel room, riding that post-show high, ready for a shower and like twelve of those $6 water bottles the hotel supplies, when something catches his eye. Something wearing lacy black panties and with a matching garter belt and bralette that does nothing to hide your pebbling nipples. One of your stocking-clad legs is up on the bed with the rest of you, while another dangles tantalizingly off the edge. Your head is cocked to the side, and you don’t even have the decency to pretend to be bashful. You know fully well what you’re doing. And jolly is just a man :-/ a man with carnal desires and needs :-/ and none of the boys thought their little plan through because Jolly hasn’t seen his girl in close to 2 months and they helped serve her up on a silver platter to him when he’s at what is, perhaps, his most feral! So when it’s 4AM and y’all are still (loudly) going at round whatever, they start to second guess their little plan. When they get a bill a few days later for the damages caused to the room (broken lamp? Curtain rod ripped clean out of the wall? Holes in the drywall where the bed frame was slammed into it a few too many times?) they wonder if maybe grumpy, snappy, sex-deprived jolly is better than the jolly who fucks you until there are holes in the wall. They look at you with fear in their eyes as you hold his hand and happily limp walk through the downtown area of whichever town they’re playing in that week, try not to let their eyes linger on the love bites that are everywhere on the two of you. Anyways bye

[alyce-va]

An Average Day At KFC

A Buggy x Shanks cursed fic

It was a normal Tuesday afternoon in KFC. “Hawkyyyyy can you believe my bestie Buggy broke up with me.” Shanks said as he cried onto Mihawk's pant leg as Mihawk merely ignored him as he sipped his coffee, reading the Garfield Comics in irritation. “Am I supposed to care?” He says coolly as Shanks gasps in shock. “Hawky you don’t mean that, i know you care about me.” Shanks replies, hugging Mihawk's leg as Mihawk's eyes twitch in annoyance. “Yes you are quite the disappointment indeed.” “YOU TAKE THAT BACK!”

A few tables away sat a trio of brothers who were blissfully inhaling their KFC meals at a rapid pace.”LUFFY STOP EATING MY FRIED CHICKEN!” Yelled Ace as he glared at his younger brother who had just consumed a whole platter of fried chicken in the blink of an eye.”I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Luffy Says as he not so discreetly wipes away the crumbs and chicken grease from his cheeks as Ace squints at him with a frown. “Luffy I can clearly see all the crumbs and grease on your face”. He says with a deadpan stare as Luffy pouts looking away, wiping the rest of the crumbs off his cheeks only to spread it more as Sabo merely watches in amusement. “Nah uh it wasn’t me you have no proof.” “You little shi-“ Ace mutters annoyed as he looks away as he hears commotion in the corner. He stares in utter confusion and intrigue as he sees a grown man groveling on the ground, dramatically wrapped around someone’s leg. “Is that…..Shanks?” He says in disbelief as his first instinct is to take out his phone and record the scene.

Buggy, who had just finished taking a piss in the bathroom, walked out only to hear a certain redhead wails as he stared in utter disbelief watching Shanks draped around Mihawk's leg. “What the fuck happened, do i even want to know.” He says as Shanks turns to him as a single tear rolls down his eye. “Buggy how could you break up with me, i thought we had something special!” “What the fuck are you talking about?!” Buggy shouts in utter bewilderment at his utter nonsense. “You said you were going to break up with me, how could you after everything we’ve been through together.” Shanks sniffles as he wipes his nose on Mihawk's pant leg as Mihawk stares in utter disgust ready to kill this man. “You red headed bimbo I said I was going to the restroom! Are you really that dumb!?” Buggy could not believe the utter bullshit of this dumbass.

Ace was trying to hide his laughter as he recorded on his phone. “This is going straight to TikTok” he smirks as Luffy engulfs another of his fried chickens while he’s not looking. “Wait a minute ....did you just?” he squints at Luffy who turns away in an attempt to hide his cheeks full of food. “....no” Ace could only groan as Sabo merely sips on his tea in amusement. “Sabo you see this shit?” “Hmm whatever do you mean? I didn’t see shit, now stop picking on our little brother he didn’t do anything wrong” Sabo says with a smirk as he scolds Ace as Ace stares in utter disbelief. “You guys are assholes, y’all conspiring against me.”

Meanwhile at the Counter Sanji was going at this scene with annoyance as he glared at them all. “Really in my KFC, can't you see there’s lovely ladies trying to enjoy their fries and you are obviously disturbing their peace.” They all stare at Sanji for 5 seconds before continuing to absolutely ignore him. “Why those little-“ he says before kicking Luffy out of his establishment. “Get the fuck out of my KFC can’t you see you’re bothering the peace!” “What! I didn’t do nothing! What about those weirdos over there!?” Luffy yells pointing to Shanks. “I've been trying to enjoy this delicious fried chicken and this grown man has been crying like a little bitch, man i thought i looked up to him but I’m kind of having second thoughts now.” Luffy mumbles kind of annoyed that his precious food has been taken away from him as Ace and Sabo trying to hold back laughs at Luffy's utter savagery. “Damn Luffy who taught you that.” “You did Ace.” He says with a grin as Sabo glares at Sabo. “Why are you teaching our brother such foul language?” “I didn’t teach him shi-wait, hold up, that's a lie I did teach him not to be a little bitch.” “Ace you’re grounded, you can't speak that away in front of our brother.” “The fuck i can, and you can't ground me I’m older than you!” Ace says to Sabo as he stares him in the eye as Sabo coolly replies, “mph could have fooled me.” “THE FUCK IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN!?” Ace yelled as they bickered back and forth as Luffy merely grins. “I knew that would work.”

Buggy is still attempting to console a distraught Shanks as Mihawks is trying his very best not to murder everyone in the room right now. “I’m never coming here ever again.” He says as he tries to focus on his Garfield Comics attempting to ignore him in utter annoyance attached to his leg currently. “Perona better be grateful I’m picking up her order for her” he mutters as he kicks Shanks off his leg once again.”Why the fuck are you still crying, i just told you i wasn’t leaving” Buggy yells at Shanks who wipes his nose on buggy’s shirt as Buggy screams in horror. “THATS DISGUSTANG SHANKS AND RIGHT ON MY DIOR SHIRT I JUST GOT THIS TODAY!” Buggy could not believe what he sees in this sad excuse for a man. “I’m sorry it's just that I got my white shirt dirty that you bought from the Salvation Army, I just wanted us to match.” “SO YOU HAD TO GET MY SHIRT DIRTY TOO?! YOU ASSHOLE! Sometimes I wonder why I never left your stupid ass.” Shanks sniffles before he looks at Mihawks but before he can open his mouth, Mihawks immediately stands up and walks away to another table on the other side of the room. “I don’t need to hear your moronic nonsense and I really don’t give a shit” “Damn Hawky i thought we were cool how could you betray me like that, can't you see I’m having a moment.” Shanks could not believe this, his bestie just left him in his worst moment. “What are you blabbering about now you dumbass, did you already forget what we were here for?” Buggy sighed annoyed from dealing with Shanks shenanigans.”oh yeah i already ate your share of Mac and Cheese while you were in the bathroom sorry.” “YOU WHAT!? Why did you eat mine!? You still have a full untouched bowl right there!” Shanks smiled before grabbing Buggy’s hand. “Because I missed you.” “Get your damn hands off of me who knows where they have been.”

"Damn this is like watching a Soap Opera, Marco ain’t gonna believe this shit.” Ace had been recording the whole thing live on TikTok as hundreds of viewers were coming in to watch this bullshit, “This why some people never get bitches.” He says before sipping on his Soda as Luffy was stealing food from other people's plates and eating them as Sanji yelled at him. “Stop eating other peoples food! Haven’t you eaten enough!?” Luffy merely looked Sanji in the eye before shoving another fry in his mouth slowly and eating it. “There’s no such thing as eating enough food i want it all” Sanji stood and stared at hi for a moment in utter disbelief before once again kicking him out and placing a sign that said “No Luffys allowed”. “Hey I didn’t do nothing wrong why everyone trying to keep the food away from me, I’m just trying to eat.” “Damn Luffy did you really get banned from KFC?” Ace says trying to hold in a laugh. “Shut the fuck up, this is why Sabo is my favorite brother.” “You little-“ THey began to argue before Sabo separated them and whacked Ace in the head. “Stop bullying your brother.” “What the fuck, but he started it?!” He says before Sabo wacks him again as Luffy sticks out his tongue from behind Sabo’s back as Ace sticks up a middle finger.

Mihawks stared down at his receipt in utter disbelief and annoyance as he saw added bills from that re headed buffoon shanks and that damn straw hat I’d who reminded him of that moron. “I’m going to kill them all in their sleep just they wait.” He glares down at the subtotal of 500 Dollars. “Who fucking eats this much.” He sighs before reluctantly paying it. “I need a glass of wine. I can't deal with this nonsense.” He notices a piece of paper by his drink and picks it up to read it. ‘Hey Hawky will you be a real pal and pay my tab for me, thanks i knew you would. I owe you one. -Shanks <3’ He stared at the note for a moment before crumpling it with a clenched fist. “I’m going to kill him”

Shanks had just finished his theatrics as he downed a glass of gas station beer as Buggy looked in disgust. “Really? Gas station booze? Are you that broke?” Everyday Buggy finds a way to question himself why he’s still with this man. “I can't believe you really went out looking like a broke homeless man, I know damn well you got that bank.” “Oh I do? I forgot about that.” “Fucking dumbass.” Shanks reached his hand inside his sweat pants and pulled out a box. “Buggy I know I may be dramatic sometimes but I got you something to let you know how much I really care about you.” Buggy squinted wondering what shenanigans he was up to now before Shanks went on one knee offering him he box. “What the fuck are you doing” Shanks opened the box revealing a bedazzled red clown nose. “Now we can match.” Buggy could feel a vein as he punched Shanks on the head. “ARE YOU MAKING FUN OF MY NOSE?!” “No i would never make fun of your nose its like a cherry-.” “SHUT THE FUCK UP. SHUT THE FUCK UP” Buggy stomped away with a face red from anger as Shanks followed him making the situation even worse. “Why do i even put up with you.” “Because you love me.” “Do I? Do i really?” Shanks gasped before slapping Buggy’s arm. “You don’t mean that, I know you love my fat tits.” He says with a smirk and a hair flip with sparkles coming out as buggy chokes. “Where the fuck did the glitter come from?!” “Come on Buggy you secretly like that I’m a Dilf don’t you.” “Where the hell did you learn that word.” “That’s not important and your dodging the question.” “I'M NOT DODGING SHIT.” Shanks had a shit eating grin on his face as Buggy failed to look anywhere but his direction. “I’m not listening to you right now.” “But Buggyyyyy, would you like this chicken leg i have in my pocket?” “Why the fuck do you have a chicken leg in your pocket,you know what I ain’t even gonna question anything with you.” Shanks pulled out a chicken leg wrapped poorly in a crinkled napkin as the grease bled through and offered it to Buggy with a wink. “I’m good but thanks I guess……” Buggy stared at that thing in Shanks hand before walking away. “Aww Buggy get back over her-“ Shanks is about to say before he sees the chicken from his hand suddenly gone as Luffy Licks the last of the grease from his fingers. “You thought you could hide the chicken from me, but I could smell it from a mile away” Shanks blinked before smiling and patting Luffy's head. “Good for you. Now Buggy get your Buggussy back over here.” “I’m gonna pretend I didn’t hear that.” Buggy yelled as he walked away faster. Luffy blinked in confusion as Shanks ran to catch up as he turned to his brothers and asked. “What’s a Bugussy?” Ace looked at Sabo and patted his shoulder. “This is all on you, I’m out.” Sabo took a breath before replying. “Don’t worry about it.” “Alright can we go to IHOP now, I’m hungry.”

Mihawk walked back into his Castle as he looked Perona in the eye before saying he is never picking up KFC for her ever again. “I need a drink” Before he could take a drink, he got a message from Shanks but before he could read it he immediately blocked his number. He sighed before finally taking a sip before getting another call. “Who the f-“ he reluctantly answered and was distressed at hearing Shanks' voice from the other end. “Come one Hawky you know I have multiple numbers.” Mihawk could only groan as he asked what the hell he wanted. “Thanks for paying my tab. I knew you were a real one, I have to go take a booty call now bye.” Mihawk stared at the message for a moment before rubbing his temples. “I’m going to bed. I can’t deal with this right now.” He closed his eyes for merely a moment before he heard another ring. “I’m going to kill him”

Zoro was standing in place looking around at the scenery that looked foreign to him. “Where the fuck am I?” He says before he sees a white haired man in the distance skipping towards him with a flowery aura. “What the absolute fuck” he says staring in confusion as he reads the sign of a building. “What the hell is a Jujutsu Sorcerer?!”

[clusterfuck-misc]

ANON ASKS:

We need a part 4 of puppy Obsession, seriously it's way too good

Y’all are OBSESSED.

But it’s okay, ‘cuz I am too, LMAO.

Yandere Leon Kennedy x Officer Reader

This is in HC format.

The reader is gender neutral.

Content warning: Kidnapping, delusional behavior, mentions of force feeding, slight temper issues, dread, falling through windows.

ARCHIVED POST. @clusterfuck-yandere IS MY NEW BLOG.

PLEASE DO NOT SEND REQUESTS ON THIS BLOG.

— You woke up in an unfamiliar room.

The walls were unpainted and the floor was concrete.

Other than the mattress you were on, the room was empty and the stairs leading up to the only exit looked old.

Were you in a basement..?

You suddenly remembered the events that happened… hours before?

How long it’s been didn’t really matter to you.

What did was that the last face you saw was Leon Kennedy’s.

The last thing he said to you echoed in your mind.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry…. I’m…”

Panic began to ebb at your chest.

This was his doing, wasn’t it?

He knocked you out (as apparent by the gash on the crook of your neck) and took you to a secondary location.

Maybe his own house?

With shaky legs, you got up from the mattress and crossed your arms for heat.

God, it’s cold down here.

Before you could start making your way over to the stairs, the door flew open.

The sudden movement and loud bang it created made you jump.

Leon’s head popped through the door way, eyes wide in his own sort of panic, but then immediately relaxed when he saw you.

“(Y/N)!!”

The cheerful tone of his voice made you sick.

He stumbled down the stairs after taking the time to close the door behind him. It was like he was in a hurry to reach you (adding to your wave of sickness).

“I missed you so much,” he whined, pulling you into a bone crushing hug. “You we’re still asleep when I had to go to work, and I didn’t want to leave you, but I had to, and… and…”

You stood there stuff as a board as he started to sniffle.

Was he seriously going to cry?

Willing to do anything but awkwardly stand in his arms as he cried, you decided to ask more important questions. “Leon… where am I?”

His glossy eyes took a confused look; like the answer was obvious and you should know.

“Home.”

— You’re not allowed to leave the basement.

After initially waking up, you pleaded that he let you go.

“Leon, please… let me go back home..!”

“(Y/N), you are home!”

He brings you breakfast and dinner every day, usually consisting of big platters.

At first, you didn’t eat these meals.

What if he did something to them..?

But Leon noticed you weren’t eating very quickly.

“Do you feel sick? Come on, (Y/N), you have to eat..!”

It didn’t take long before he started to force feed you.

“I don’t want you going hungry,” he’d say as he shoves a piece of bread down your throat.

(At least you found out the food wasn’t poisoned or anything.)

Escape seems very slim, since the only door there has some sort of lock on the outside.

It just won’t budge, much to your despair.

And it only opens when Leon’s home…

No matter how much you begged him to let you go, he was adamant on keeping you here.

“You kept running away from me… I… I didn’t like that…”

So, the solution in his mind was to kidnap you and bring you to his own home.

So he could stare at you…

Follow you…

Sleep next to you…

All in one place.

You can’t run anymore.

He’s quite literally cornered you.

— He’s always in the basement with you.

As soon as work is over, he’ll run down the stairs and act like he hasn’t seen you in ages.

“(Y/N)!! I missed you!!”

It’s very common to see him a bit teary eyed as he holds you in his arms.

He’ll lay you both down on the mattress, inhaling your scent like a drug.

And he doesn’t even take the time to change out of his uniform…

The two of you will lay down for hours until he goes upstairs for a bit.

Then he comes back downstairs in his nightwear and lays down for bed.

And, of course, he’s got you trapped in his arms.

“I love you,” he’ll mumble. “I love you so much…”

It’s like his prayer at night.

The adoration in his tone makes you squirm.

He always has his hands on you when he’s there.

Hugging you, playing with your hair, a firm grasp on your wrist, you just can’t weasel out of his touch.

Any time you do, he just pulls you into him further.

“Stop moving so much,” he giggles.

It’s like he doesn’t even realize you’re trying to escape him…

And the staring.

God, the staring.

The thing that was your first red flag since the start of this nightmare.

His eyes are now on you every waking hour.

And he can afford to do that now, too.

You’ve gotten used to it, but it still creeps you out when you look over and see him just… staring.

Staring with that lovesick look in his eyes.

It’s as if he’s…

“A lovesick puppy.”

Just like some of the other officers told you at work.

— Making you love him is his top priority.

That’s why he gets upset when you show even the slightest bit of resistance.

Maybe you flinched when he took a step towards you.

Or pushed him away when he hugged you.

Or called him sick when he offered to bathe you.

“… You don’t love me…” he’ll whimper out as if he just realized it. “You don’t… why… why don’t you love me?!”

His brows will furrow together and his fists will clench.

“WHY DON’T YOU LOVE ME?!”

Was he expecting an answer from you?

“Leon… kidnapping someone isn’t going to make them love you…”

He seems to consider your words.

“… Make…” he echoed. “Make…”

The dry chuckle that left his throat petrified you.

“I… I have to make you love me… I— I need to make you love me…” he sinks down to the floor, head in his hands. “I… need you to love me… pl— please love me… love me, love me, love me—”

He’ll then lunge for you.

“LOVE ME!! I… I’VE DONE EVERYTHING FOR YOU!! GOD, WHY WON’T YOU LOVE ME?!”

He’s got you pinned to the mattress, his head on your shoulder.

“Please… please… I love you so much… I love you— I-I love you!! I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you—”

You never say you love him.

You only awkwardly pet his hair, in fear of him doing something drastic…

— Your questions about the outside world are always ignored.

Anytime you ask, he acts like he didn’t hear you.

“Has anyone noticed I’ve been missing?”

He only snuggles in closer to you.

“Have I even been reported as missing?”

He begins to draw circles into your shoulder.

“What about work?”

He starts to get an irritated look on his face.

“Leon, answer me!”

“They’ll take you away from me,” he finally snaps. “I don’t want that to happen!”

Though it didn’t exactly answer your question, you could feel your stomach drop at his words.

“Someone’s going to start looking for me,” you threatened in a low tone.

He gives a blissful sigh. “No… no, they won’t…”

And, as the days go by, you start to believe that he’s right.

— He gives you gifts a lot.

Trinkets, flowers, chocolates, you name it.

He’s doing what he can to get you to love him.

Something that became very common after his first temperamental episode is him returning to work with a giddy smile on his face and a gift in his hand.

God, you’d think he’s a dog retrieving things for his owner…

Unsure, you’ll take the gift and look at it.

“Do you like it?? I picked it out just for you!”

A plastered smile will find its way on your face as you nod.

“I knew you would,” he cheers. “I love you so much!”

He’ll also begin to get you clothing as well.

While you’re grateful to finally have a change of clothes, it comes with the price of him… well… trying to bathe you.

“Leon, I can do it myself!!”

“But I wanna help…”

By the grace of god, you manage to convince him to to stay outside of the bathroom (after he carried you upstairs and you debated on making a break for it).

The bathroom is small and doesn’t have any windows to escape from, and he seemed to take the precaution of hiding away anything sharp or heavy.

You doubted hitting him with a shampoo bottle was going to work.

So, with a sigh of defeat, you began to get into the tub.

Washing yourself felt therapeutic, since you hadn’t done it in forever.

It was also a few relaxing moments to yourself without your captor crushing you in his arms.

Meaning you could plan your escape without distractions.

That sicko closes the basement door as soon as he opens it.

So… what if you wait right at the top of the stairs?

But he would probably grab you before you could slip around him…

That meant you needed something to surprise him with…

You were about to look around the bathroom again for something, anything, you could take without him noticing —

— until you saw Leon’s head poking through the door, staring at you.

“JESUS CHRIST,” you yelped.

That man has no sense of privacy…

— You requested flower vases.

You just wanted to decorate the room better, that’s all.

And what better way to do that than to showcase the flowers he would constantly give you?

… The half-dead, wilting flowers?

(Anytime you inquired if he was ever going to throw the dead ones away, he would look offended.)

(“Those are my gifts to you, (Y/N)! I would never!”)

Surely, he would comply with your request, right?

As it turns out, he actually did.

“Of course! I’ll pick some up after work tomorrow!”

Sure enough, he did.

A few big vases for the giant bouquets and a few small vases for the flowers he picked himself.

He even got you some fresh daffodils.

After watching you place your flowers around the basement, he pulled you into his lap.

“It looks great, (Y/N)!”

You gave him one of your fake smiles as he rubbed his cheek against your neck.

I just have to endure this hellhole a little longer…

— You prepared everything as soon as he left for work the next day.

He was working from 8 to 7 — you knew that — but that didn’t stop you from getting ready.

This was it.

This was the day you were escaping.

So, you emptied one of the vases of its flowers and practiced swinging it.

Different styles were attempted; you could uppercut him, smack him sideways, kick him and then hit him…

But you decided the most effective way was to just hit him on top of the head and run for it.

You might’ve looked a bit silly doing nothing but swinging an empty vase around.

But there was only one shot at taking him by surprise.

You had to make it count.

Dread built up in your chest as the hours passed by.

What if it didn’t work?

What if you missed his head and he recovers from the initial shock?

What if knows what’s your planning and is prepared?

No, you scolded yourself. This was going to work. This HAD to work.

A shaky breath left your lips.

He was due to be home any minute now.

You crept up the old stairs and stopped at the last step.

The vase you held in your iron grip trembled as you tried to keep your hands still.

Adrenaline made your heart thump in your ears.

You were getting out of here.

Even if the plan didn’t play out like you wanted it to, you were gonna fight tooth and nail to escape.

Besides, you didn’t train at the police academy for nothing.

The sound of a jingling lock made your heart rate spike; there he was.

He was home.

3…

You lifted the vase.

2…

It was now or never.

1…

The door swung open.

When his surprised face came into your field of vision, you slammed the vase down on his head.

And then you ran.

Not taking time to notice how the glass shattered into pieces or your captor’s grunt of pain, you shoved him out of the way and ran like a bat out of hell.

You bolted down the halls as your eyes scanned for an exit. A front door, a back door, an open widow for fuck’s sake, anything.

“(Y/N)!!”

Oh, fuck.

Heavy footsteps got louder, and you feared you wouldn’t be able to open the front door in time before he grabbed you.

So, you zipped up the staircase and hid in one of the rooms.

It was a dumb idea; you knew it was a dumb idea.

But what else could you do?

“(Y/N)…!! (Y/N), WHERE ARE YOU?!”

You quickly looked around the room to see that it had a window.

As quietly as you could, you rushed over to it and began to pull it open.

Comeoncomeoncomeoncomeon—

You almost sobbed in relief when it was wide enough for your body to fit through.

But the drop…

It looked so far down…

2 stories looked a lot scarier when planning to actually jump.

What if you landed on your head or broke your neck?

ThumpthumpthumpTHUMPTHUMP.

“(Y/N)—? NO!!”

Fuck it.

You swallowed down your fears and jumped out before he could grab you.

The fall down was only 3 to 4 seconds long, which gave you little time to tighten your muscles and prepare for impact.

Hitting the ground hurt like hell and it knocked the wind out of your lungs.

In fact, you lungs felt like they were crushed.

But you remembered to cover your head, and the worst of the pain was mostly your feet and ankles.

Even so, it still took you a couple seconds before you could even move.

I lived, you cried out in your mind. Holy shit, I LIVED.

As miraculous as it sounded, you survived the fall.

Tears of relief almost began to pour down your face. A grateful sob left your lips (though it might’ve been a sob of pain) and you felt the urge to kiss the ground.

But it wasn’t time to celebrate just yet.

“(Y/N)!! OH MY GOD!! (Y/N)!!!”

You managed to look up to see Leon staring out the window, a horrified expression on his face.

He seemed to be debating on jumping out the window himself.

However, decided against it and quickly disappeared from sight.

He was coming after you.

You had to run.

Getting up was a pain in the ass; you wouldn’t be surprised if you broke a bone or two.

But you managed to crawl to your feet and stumble across the backyard.

You told yourself you were going to get out of here, and you damn well meant it.

Adrenaline was your only energy source at that point as you pushed yourself past trees and dead logs.

Running as fast as your throbbing legs would allow, you weaved through the woods.

Branches hit your broken form and leaves cut your cheeks, but you could barely feel the pain in your panicked state.

Over the logs, cut through the bushes, duck under that branch.

Those were the only thoughts that filled your mind.

You didn’t know how long you were running, but it was nightfall by the time you tripped over a lifted tree root and fell to the ground.

Get up, you told yourself. Come on, get up!!

But your body wouldn’t listen.

It was too exhausted to move.

So, you let your eyes flutter closed, hoping he wouldn’t find you tonight…

[bernraccnt]

mario kart wii (wolf x gn! sheep! reader x snake)

before u read: swearing, implied age gap between reader and the other two, reader referred to as sheep rather than y/n, (name), etc., reader also hinted to being gen z, gamer rage

“get the fuck out of town.” sheep had muttered, eyes wide as they glanced between their two partners. “you’re fucking lying.”

meanwhile, their boyfriends exchanged incredulous glances. snake kept pouring sugar into his coffee mug, unsure on what their partner was making a big deal out of. “what? we’re being honest, we’ve never played the wii before.”

“how could you have NEVER played the wii?!” the sheep animal was nearly snapping their neck as they rapid fire shot their head between the two others. “super smash bros brawl, just dance, metroid prime? you haven’t played any of them?”

this time, wolf snickered at them, taking a bite out of his breakfast platter. “pfft, what do you take us for? we were in high school when it released, doll, it’s not like we didn’t have better things to do.”

“other than pickpocketing people, of course.” snake interjected, attempting to mix the pile of sugar into his hot coffee.

“right, right.” both men exchanged a look of reminiscing, remember the days they would relax around their hometown after robbing the nearest grocery store or infiltrating a rich person’s house. they never even considered playing video games when they could do better and more entertaining things in real life.

when they turned to sheep, they were giving the two of them the biggest stink eye known to man. to their credit, sheep could be intimidating when genuinely angry, but all their boyfriends had thought was how adorable they looked with their eyebrows furrowed.

“what about when piranha and webs showed up? didn’t you see them playing video games?” remembering that they still hadn’t even started on their breakfast, sheep moved to start eating their omelet. “no one fps, adventurer, rpg? not even a phone game?”

“oh, there was that one time we saw webs playing a first person shooter.” wolf spoke through a mouthful of pancake, holding up a finger and wagging it around. “what was it... call of... d, it started with a d--”

“call of duty--”

“call of duty!” wolf snapped his fingers, before thanking sheep for reminding him. “yeah, she got real nasty on that game. calling people pussies, telling people their mom should’ve aborted them. she even doxed someone on there. it was an awkward dinner that night for the rest of us.”

snake nudged sheep’s leg under the table with a proud smile. “nah, i was happy to see webs that unhinged. made me real proud of her.” a few chuckles were exchanged around the table.

sheep was quick to move the conversation back on topic, wiping their mouth clean of their food’s crumbs. “no, but that’s crazy. i mean, i literally came home from school every day just to play the wii, i can’t believe y’all haven’t even touched one before!” sheep sat up, trying to recount their favorite memories. “oh man, i used to sit there for hours on mario kart. i got so good that none of the kids on my street even considered playing with me after a while and i had to only play online--”

both wolf and snake simply ate their breakfast in silence, smiling as their significant other began to go on a ramble about their experiences on their favorite game.

years ago, if you would’ve asked either former criminal if they would consider adding a third person to their relationship, let alone one as excitable yet law abiding as sheep, they both would’ve laughed in your face and robbed you of everything you owned. sheep was so far out of what they considered their type was, they were just another average civilian in the city. not at all the kickass crook wolf seemed to be drawn to or the soft lover snake found himself hoping for. then again, they were dating each other before meeting sheep, so that honestly threw out any prior types they had out the window.

they had met their white furred lover shortly after they had been pardoned out of prison. they had gone out for groceries one weekday and saw sheep in the cereal aisle, holding handfuls of coupons and dumping every single cereal they could into their cart. they were so domestic, wolf practically was attracted at first sight. their little smirk on confidence as they did something so mundane drew him to a conversation with them.

snake was a little harder to come around, he had his fair share of interacting with prey and after professor marmalade, he wasn’t too keen befriending another. but, when the sheep gushed over his choice of red hawaiian shirt and offered to help him pick out a cheaper coffee brand when he offhandedly mentioned how expensive his favorite was, his walls came crashing down far faster than he liked to admit.

so, that’s why both men were staring at the young sheep like they were the most amazing sight, even though all they were doing was ranting about an online player that had bested them on their favorite map back in their younger years.

seeing as sheep could go on for hours if no one interrupted them, snake leaned forward and shoved their plate closer to them. “why don’t you save your breath and finish your food, pumpkin? we still have the rest of the day to ourselves.” and he was right. all three had miraculously gotten today off from work and wanted to spend it with one another.

“right, sorry.” sheep flushed in the face, scooping in another mouthful of the egg-y goodness. “i-- i don’t know, i just forgot how good of a game it was.” they shrugged.

wolf’s fingers drummed against the diner’s table and he glanced around. unlike in the past, no one had batted an eye at the sight of himself and snake sitting inside. “well, maybe we should play it sometime. you said it was a racing game, right?” his yellow eyes crinkled happily when sheep nodded. “i wouldn’t mind doing that. i mean, i’m the city’s best driver, how hard could it be?”

after finishing their breakfast, the three partners left the diner and started for wolf’s super expensive and probably not legally bought car, excited for the movie they had planned on watching today. snake and wolf took the front two seats, unaware of sheep in the backrow texting their family’s group chat with a simple question.

xxx-xxx-xxxx: hey guys is the wii still in the attic? if so, could someone ship it and all the games to me?

it would be another week before snake and wolf got a text from sheep, asking them if they would be free that night. seeing as wolf had finished his shift at the bar earlier that afternoon and snake didn’t have work until tomorrow evening, they both agreed. ultimately unaware of what was to come.

when snake unlocked sheep’s front door with the key he was given and opened it, both he and wolf exchanged a glance at the now hearable music coming from sheep’s living room. it was upbeat, something they didn’t recognize sheep ever listening to before.

“doll? you in here?” wolf decided to shout inside as he took off his shoes by the door.

“in the living room!” sheep replied, causing both boyfriends to make their way further inside.

they were greeted by the widest smile they had seen on sheep in a while as they craned their neck from their spot on the couch, an oddly shaped controller in their hands and an unfamiliar title screen on their semi-large tv. “sit down, sit down!” unlike usual when they would green the men with kisses on their cheeks, the sheep snatched snake and wolf into sitting on either side of them.

“oh god, is this that mario kart thing you were talking about?” wolf snorted, grinning when the title screen flashed the words mario kart wii on the tv. “i admire your dedication, i know the wii is basically outdated by now.”

snake suddenly looked over, eyes wide. “pumpkin, did you buy a wii just for us to play it?” he was mildly concerned but also really touched at the lengths their partner would go to have them experience things they enjoyed.

noticing the mood softening, sheep saw up with a half laugh. “no, no, no! i asked my family if they kept it and they shipped it up here for me.” snake’s soft look didn’t disappear and now, even wolf looked at them in appreciation. sheep began to fluster. “wh-- but-- guys, c’mon, it’s just a few pixels on the screen. it’s not like i took you on a five star date.”

wolf slung his arm over sheep’s shoulder and cupped it around snake, pulling all three of them into an embrace. “but you still went into the effort to get this game and have us experience something you love.” he cooed into their ear, playing up his sincere feelings to get a reaction out of them.

snake curled the end of his tail around sheep’s arm, his own subtler form of a hug. “yeah, that’s really nice of you. you’re too good for us, pumpkin.”

“i’m going to launch you both out of my window if you don’t stop.” sheep spoke through gritted teeth, trying their hardest not to die from all the affection their boyfriends had decided to bless them with.

both men burst out laughing, apologizing through laughs as their lover pouted at the teasing. while wolf was cackling and snake was hitting the couch like he had heard the funniest joke ever, sheep simply picked up the other two wii remotes on the table and turned them on, deciding to get this shit show over with.

the mayhem died down after a while and snake and wolf turned their eyes to the screen, where sheep had picked their account and picked out a 100cc grand prix. they now were on the character selection screen.

“does it matter what character we pick?” snake asked, picking up the remote and adjusting it in his tail. he turned it sideways after glancing at how sheep held it.

wolf didn’t catch onto the proper way to hold the controller, prompting sheep to turn it for him. “not really?” sheep hummed. “i mean, the characters have weights and that affects how well you can control them, but it doesn’t matter in the long run.”

three columns of characters popped up, each more ridiculous than the last. wolf’s eyes popped open and he leaned forward to make sure he wasn’t seeing it wrong. “you can play as a dragon?!”

“yeah, that’s good ol’ bowser. he’s the major bad guy of the series.” that was all snake needed to hear and he instantly picked the spiked dragon/turtle without a second thought. his speed made wolf and sheep start giggling as they looked over their choices.

“i guess i’ll be... waluigi.” pleased with himself, wolf turned to look down at sheep. “who’re you picking, baby?”

“well, as a kid, i played baby mario, but i think i’ll change it up for once.” sheep moved their selector over mario. “i have grown up.”

“pfft.”

“that you have.” all three snickered like the geeks they were, as the next selection screen appeared, this time for karts. after all sticking to the first kart that appeared and all picking automatic drifting, they were finally on the circuits list.

“alright, boys, what’re we feeling?” leaning back against the couch, sheep watching as the two looked over their choices.

ever the egotistical man, wolf peered down with a smirk. “which one’s the hardest?” which caused snake to glare heavily across the couch.

“wolf, c’mon, we haven’t played this before!” he complained.

“i know, i know, but we’ll be fiiine. we were criminal masterminds, what can a little racing game even do?”

“...fuckinnng, fine.” snake gave in, turning his head back to the tv. “whatever, fuck it.”

wolf winked at his partner slumped against the couch. “go ahead, do your worst.”

and so, sheep sat up and picked out the lightning cup on the far right, desperately stifling whatever evil smile wanting to show itself on their face. they decided to show mercy and explained how to play the game properly to the men, just in time as the beginning of the race fanfare played, showcasing the snes mario circuit 3.

it was snake in tenth, wolf in eleventh, and sheep in twelfth right off the bat. wolf had made a joke about sheep being used to last place but it fell upon deaf ears as the countdown began.

both snake and wolf jolted when as soon as the race started, their partner had blasted past them and jumped from dead last to fifth.

“you’re cheating!” snake gasped, squinting when sheep let out a few evil giggles. “there’s no way you’re not!”

“what kind of pro reveals all their tricks?” sheep shot back, smacking into the first item box of the game. the two other animals were not that far behind.

as the race continued, wolf and snake quickly realized that this wasn’t just a simple racing game, oh no. this game had items, some that track people, others that hit everyone else besides yourself, and some that didn’t make sense to either of them. and even the ai racers were ruthless, making sure that they hit both men in attempts to keep them in the back.

sheep couldn’t help their smug grin when they had successfully taken first place, seeing as wolf was struggling his ass off in sixth place and snake was cursing up a storm, still in tenth place despite two laps having passed.

“what kind of sadist makes a game like this-- FUCK!” snake yelled as he was hit by a bullet bill.

“that is HORSE SHIT!” wolf roared when he was hit by two red shells in a road, successfully knocking him back three places.

“aw, you guys are one after the other.” sheep cooed like it was something adorable and wasn’t caused by their lack of skill.

it only served more fuel to the fire when the race had ended, leaving sheep at the very top of the leaderboard and their partners lingering near the bottom spots. both of them were glaring at their relaxed demeanor and all parties involved were now aware of the competitive air rising among them.

ds peach gardens wasn’t any easier, but snake and wolf had begun adjusting to the game mechanics, able to hit more enemies and even being behind sheep at one point in the race. that was before sheep had tactically thrown a bob-bomb, stunning the both of them while they made their escape.

“oh you little--!” snake was fully immersed in the gameplay, not liking losing one bit. no, he’d rather eat his old skin that admit defeat, especially to his starry eyed lovers. “you’re a god damn piece of shit, sheep!”

“l + ratio, old man.” sheep was enjoying themselves immensely, laughing super hard when they took a quick glance at wolf’s little screen and saw him get sniped by a green shell and knocked into a chain chomp. “bro, you guys BOTH suck.”

“FUCK YOU!” they spoke in unison, blood pressure rising every passing second they spent on the game.

the third map, gcn dk mountain, had been the easiest so far. with wide turns and a pretty simple layout, neither men had a hard time driving like the previous maps. because of this, they climbed up the ranks steadily and had ended that race in third and fifth respectively.

“i’m coming for your spot, you asshole.” wolf sneered, mostly playfully. he wanted nothing more than to knock his partner out of first, especially when they had begun to shit talk the way they drove.

“not with your nineteen points you’re not.” sheep howled, pointed a finger at the screen. “you’re barely above half the coms, what makes you think one first place will make you win?”

“start the next race!” snake was getting impatient from the banter, barring his teeth at both of his lovers. 

“yeah, yeah, yeah, hold yourself together, twink.” wow, this game was easily bringing out the worst in all of them.

any hopes of knocking sheep out of first place was crushed the second both men were inside of the n64 bowser’s castle. with lava everywhere and a lack of safety rails, they had spent more time being picked up by lakitu than actually racing.

“FUCK YOU AND YOUR LIGHTNING, TOADETTE!” wolf’s voice was going hoarse by how loud he was getting and sheep just kept laughing and laughing, having the time of their life. “STUPID FUCKING POLKA DOTTED WHORE, PINK BITCH--”

“EVERYONE GETS A BULLET BILL EXCEPT FOR ME?” snake was in twelfth, watching as the three coms in front of him all got the aforementioned item and left him in the dust. given up, snake turned his anger to sheep. “YOUR GAME FUCKING SUCKS!”

sheep had tears in their eyes, laughing so hard as they crossed the finish line without much trouble. it was further enhanced when wolf let out a pained yell as he drove off the side of the map, going from sixth place to eleventh in just a few seconds.

the results were in and sitting in first with sixty points was none other than sheep themself, their boyfriends left in the dust and coming in eighth and tenth. sheep was rolling on the floor, losing their mind as snake dissolved into an angry rant about how unfair and stupid the game was.

it took a few more minutes for snake to get everything off of his chest and for sheep to get back on the couch, wiping their face dry with a laugh every now and then. it was silent for a few moments, only the ambient mario kart music making noise in the room.

wolf stood up, pulling out his phone and walking to the kitchen. “i’m ordering dominoes. fuck you, sheep.”

sheep let out a long wheeze.

[softliebgott]

— speirs headcanon: that time of the month

about: all of your guys’ reactions for this series is bringing me so much joy i love y’all 🥹♥️

warnings: natural body stuff!! morbid humor??

— he will be your personal bodyguard/guard dog if you don’t want anyone near you

— no but at this time of the month, he’s out there like the most manic klepto collecting piles of pretty silver and jewelry for you. this is not only to appease you, but gives him the best excuse to steal more than needed

— him coming into your room, arms absolutely full of silver platters, silverware sticking out of candle holders and rattling on the platters (mans is even holding some in his mouth like a dog with a bone), necklaces layered around his neck, and rings piled on his fingers

— “i didn’t know which ones you’d like more so i got all of them”

— the best cuddles and massages surrounded by all the gifts he got you like y’all are royalty

— being so extra that he serves you hershey bars on a silver platter

— when speirs first experienced what a period was all about, he was so concerned when you started bleeding through your clothes that he rushed you to eugene

— “i’m fine, i swear!”

— “I THOUGHT YOU GOT STABBED”

— you asking him to discreetly give you a pad in a room with the boys and ron just hands it to you and it’s hidden between two pieces of bread

— with the sheer amount of POCKETS he has, mans will be more stocked up than a shelf at target for you

— “what size you need today? i got medium, heavy, and very heavy in all the colors”

— “it’s a quintin tarantino fight scene kind of flow”

— “super absorbency it is”

— no but you signaling him from across the street when you need another tampon and he pulls one out from his pocket and throws it AND THE BOYS THINK IT’S THE SMALLEST GRENADE EVER AND THROW THEMSELVES TO THE GROUND FOR COVER

— then you and ron just 😏 and go about your day

— sometimes you’re out there wanting to fight people and ron having to hold you back like holding an angry kitten by its scruff

— he’d let you go off on cobb though

— he thinks it’s really cute when you’re like, “i will not hesitate to stab you” because he lowkey a simp

— he’ll just pat your head and say, “i know”

— crying because you saw a stray dog walking alone. speirs going out to befriend the dog and ending up adopting it because you got attached real fast

— you and him are out eating with the boys and he notices the signs

— “honey, is your period due soon?”

— you, whittling a breadstick into a shiv and the boys watching you nervously, “why do you ask”

— no but the morbid humor between you and ron

— you explaining how much blood you could lose in a life time, “40 years of periods. 480 periods times an average of 5 days…that’s nearly 7 years of just BLOOD”

— ron being like “think of all the people you could drown in that”

— him also being like “i’ve killed enough people to equate 7 years of your cycles”

[chattahoochiecoochie]

Christmas With The Coe’s

Summary: Mick and his girlfriend spend an early holiday with her parents. 

Word Count: 1.7k

Context Clues: Georgia is the daughter of Mick’s engineer and is from the American south.

Authors Notes: Just a wee standalone. Bit late, but timings never been my thing. The rest of my Mick fics can be found here. Drop into my inbox if theres something else you’d like to see. 

“Hey, baby.” Georgia slipped into the kitchen inconspicuously, sidling up to her boyfriend on light feet.

“Hi, my love.” Mick leaned to the side, offering her his cheek for a kiss, his eyes never leaving the stove top in front of him.

“What’s Mama gotcha doing? Is that the collards?” She stood on her toes, peering over his broad arm to get a better look. It was collard greens alright.

“You leave him be, those are almost done.” Her mother came around the kitchen island, shooing her daughter away with wet hands. “Okay hon’, give those one more good stir and then I want ya to get that pie out of the oven.” The small woman gave Mick a pat on the back, looking into the pot to check his work.

“She’s got him in an apron and everything.” Walker looked up from the sink, soap dripping onto the counter as he gestured to the frilly pink apron Mick was wearing.

“Speaking of outfits, what the hell are you wearin’? You goin’ somewhere?” Georgia’s other brother, Sawyer gave her a once over, his eyes narrow as he took in her dress. It was a pretty thing, a short billowy silk dress with puffy cap sleeves. Maybe too much for Christmas dinner, but she had thought it looked nice.

“She looks darlin’, you watch your mouth or I’ll put’cha out my kitchen.” Beth reached up and gave her oldest a swift smack on the back of the head. “Y’all go on and finish settin’ that dining room. Take this cornbread with ya.”

Georgia scooped up the basket of bread from the counter and trailed after her brothers, wandering into the dining room leisurely. It was mostly done already, the candles lit in the middle of the table, and waters poured already. She watched patiently as her brothers set out hot racks and serveware.

“Did Mama say presents before or after dinner?” She set the basket down, looking out at the pile of wrapped gifts sitting beneath the tree that lay just beyond the dining room.

“Mama said after, Daddy said before, you go ask ‘em.” Said Sawyer, looking to his brother to see if they had received differing information.

“Nah, Daddy said after too, Mama got on him about the food gettin’ cold.”

“‘Kay. I didn’t get y’all nothin’ anyways.” She smirked at her brothers, skipping off to rejoin her parents in the kitchen. It was a lie, of course, one she told every year. Having not learned their lesson though, both men looked vaguely disappointed.

“Honey, grab Mick a dish for those collards. Let’s start getting everything out to the table.” Beth grabbed her husband by the arm, gesturing for him to take the platter of fried chicken out of her way.

Georgia followed her mothers instructions, digging a ceramic bowl out of a cabinet. She offered it to Mick, smirking as she got a full look at his bright pink apron. Unbothered as ever, he gave a small curtsey before leaning down to kiss her forehead. Modest affection was all she got in front of her parents, and not that she minded it, but she couldn’t wait for the end of the night to come so they could be alone.

The family moved loudly, bumping into one another as they made their way towards the dinner table, arms full of liquor and food. By the time everyone sat down, Beth seemed to be on the edge of a nervous breakdown.

“Alright, y’all hush, Daddy’s gonna do the prayer. Mick, honey, move that bottle of wine so you an’ Sawyer can hold hands.”

“Ready?” Gary looked out at his family, holding his wife and daughters hands tightly as he cleared his throat. “Lord, thank you for this dinner, and for my wife’s gift in the kitchen. Thank you for my wife, period, without her I would not know a love other than yours. Thank you for my sons and their health. Thank you for my daughter and hers. Thank you for giving us the strength to get through the good and bad times this year. Thank you for allowing Mick to join us this evening and for bringing him closer to our family. May you bless this food and this family, thank you, Amen.”

Georgia let her eyes open, releasing her fathers hand and then, in a slower fashion, Micks. She gave him a look out of the corner of her eye, trying to judge his reaction to her fathers words. Not every family prayed over their food, she knew that.

“Alright, now Mick, honey, I know they ain’t got collards in Europe, but I want you to try ‘em at least.”

“I will, I promise.” Mick gave her mother a grin and moved to take the bowl from Walker who sat beside him. Scooping far more than he would be able to stomach, Mick served himself. If he was uneasy about it, even Georgia couldn’t tell.

“What you don’ finish I’ll eat, okay?”Georgia whispered to him. He smiled at her and took another bite.

Mick gave a loud cough, looking down at the phone sitting in his lap. “I’m so sorry to interrupt Mrs. Coe, but Georgia’s present is here.” He set down his wine glass and looked towards the head of the table for approval.

“Okay?” Beth looked back at him, confusion bare on her face.

“Sorry, it’s uh, it’s outside. It’s just been delivered. Could we–”

“Oh, oh, yes. Do you want to go get it?”

“I think we all have to go outside?” Gary set down his fork, looking between his wife and Mick for an answer. “Or do you just want Georgia to go?”

“I want to see what she got!” Walker moved back in his chair, going to stand up from the table.

“We can all go, if that is okay?”

“We’re almost done anyways, let’s go look and then I’ll get dessert.” Beth stood from the table, sticking out a hand for her husband to take. They left the dining room quietly, a far cry from how they’d entered it. The family moved slowly, letting Mick lead them out to the front drive.

“So, I think it’s in the truck bed, but you should see it when I open the door. I’ve arranged already for it to be delivered to its final destination tomorrow morning. You should be able to use it as soon as you get back from Switzerland.” Mick stood with his back against the front door, his cheeks a bright red as he spoke.

He turned the knob, moving out of the way as he pulled the door open. Georgia stepped out onto the porch, taking in the sight of the delivery truck in front of her. Spotting her, a man standing in the drive pushed up the lift gate.

Inside, right at the back of the truck, lay a tool box. It was much larger than the one Georgia already owned. Instead of purple like she had currently, this one was black. She looked back at Mick, her mouth agape as processed the branding on the side of it. SnapOn. He’d bought her the big one. The fancy one.

“Go, look at it.” He grinned at her, pointing to it casually. She moved slowly, unsure of what to say or think. The delivery man helped her up, taking her hand to steady her as she climbed into the truck bed. As she got closer she began to grin, her heart racing. Instead of chrome striping like most SnapOn’s this box had been bedazzled. Literally. Crystal gems covering the drawer handles and siding. Her name had been put on the front in shiny silver gemstones. She screamed.

“Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me!” Waving her hands in the air, she got as close as she could to where it was stuck in the truck. She turned back to look at her boyfriend, who now stood just outside the lift gate, his smile still present.

“It’ll be at the shop tomorrow.” He ran over some other logistics, his voice even and steady as she continued to squeal, inspecting her new gift with careful eyes.

“You sly dog.” Gary came into view, patting the blonde boy on the back with a firm hand, a proud look in his eye. “How long you been plannin’ this for?”

“I ordered it a few months ago. Takes a while to put all the gems on it, I guess.”

“Mick.” Sawyer came up behind him, taking him by the shoulder, his tone serious.

“Listen.” Walker appeared right after, his face next to his brothers as they looked Mick in the eye.

“Your sister.”

“Is she single?” They spoke in unison, a somber look shared between them before they popped the final question.

Mick laughed, shaking his head as he turned away from the boys to look back at Georgia, recognizing the joking manner in their voices. “You wish.”

“Cold. That’s cold.” Sawyer shook his head, patting Mick on the shoulder as he stepped back, feigning grave disappointment.

“Let’s go y’all, let the kids have a minute.” Beth waved for her sons to follow after her, pushing the front door open to make way for them. She gave her daughter a wave, followed by an almost unnoticeable wink.

“I can’t believe it.” Georgia waited for her family to disappear back into the house before stepping back onto the ground. “It’s so pretty.”

“I did pretty well, didn’t I? Happy early Christmas, my love.” Mick grinned, pulling her in for a bear hug, holding her so tightly she left the ground.

“I feel silly about what I got you.” She frowned, knowing that even the trick she’d kept under her sleeve wouldn’t compare to the outrageous gift she’d just received.

“Don’t be sad.” Mick kissed her temple, setting her back down gently. “It's not about me, I just wanted to get you something special.”

“Mission accomplished. I love it.” She glanced back at it, her heart soaring. “I love you.”

“I love you, too. Now let’s get back in the house. Your mom scares me.” He wrapped an arm around her waist, steering them towards the front porch. Georgia giggled at his words, her heart dissolving into bliss as they made for the door. Not so bad for an early Christmas dinner. Hopefully Christmas with the Schumacher’s would be just as nice.

Bit lazy if you ask me, but had to keep the brain tooting along. Better to write something as opposed to nothing at all. Love y’all. 

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Droit du seigneur

Warnings: noncon, fingering, oral, cuckolding (i guess)

This is dark!king!Thor x reader in an established relationship and explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: The king claims his right to the first night.

Note: A medieval king Thor fic because I couldn’t help myself. Also because @lokislastlove​ is insatiable.

I hope y’all enjoy!

Let me know what you think! (Like, reblog, reply, leave some words, a gif, nonsensical emojis)

The tables filled quickly with the rowdy weddings guests. Some familiar, others strangers. Even a peasant’s wedding could draw the hungry and ale-starved for miles around. The lord had offered a boar for the event and roasted hare and chicken filled out the platters. It was a meal unlike any you expected at your very own wedding.

You sat at the head of the long table with your new husband, Garold. His father was a smith and he expected to take on the hammer when the time came. It was a step up for any farmer’s daughter. You wouldn’t have to work the land, nor would your children. They could learn their father’s craft or hope for a marriage even better than your own.

You were nervous. You had been for days. Garold was pleasant and sweet but to think tomorrow would see you as a real wife. It was a lot. You’d be a mother yourself soon enough just like the woman who had helped you into your dyed skirts that morning. The one who smiled at you through your vows as you looked around in doubt.

Garold squeezed your hand as it rested against the edge of the table. You dropped the morsel of chicken you’d forgotten about and smiled at him. He smiled back as you wiped your fingers on a cloth.

“Did I not tell you how splendid you look?” He asked.

“Only a dozen times,” You inhaled as you tried to settle your nerves. “Though I do not complain for it.” 

At the end of the third table, a group of men drank and shouted in ribaldry. Like many of the guests, you’d never seen them until that day. They’d be gone before the morning, you were certain. 

The sky dimmed and you fidgeted on the bench. Your father stood and called for the gifts; the last ritual of the day. Your mother came forward first, your dowry carefully announced and already awaiting you in your new homestead. Then Garold’s parents presented a set of silver dishes. Then several neighbours prized you with livestock and other homely goods. Several drifters offered their coin or some whittled figure.

The process was tedious and you found your voice hoarse from thanking your guests over and over. Garold yawned and shifted beside you. The tables weren’t so loud as before as the drink and time began to wear upon the diners as they picked at bare bones and the last dregs of ale.

A single figure walked up between the second and third table. He wore a plain black cloak and stood before you and your husband patiently. The crowd hushed as they noticed the wraith-like man.

Garold straightened up and nodded to the man. "Sir."

"My master did not want his gift to go forgotten," The man said as he pulled out a purse that jingled. "Gold and good tidings to the man and wife."

"Many thanks," Garold said as you smiled at the stranger. "Your master?"

Another figure rose. A taller man with wide shoulders and golden hair combed into a tie. He walked proudly forward and a tension filled the air as whispers began. You'd noticed the man several times throughout the night. His eyes were often pointed in your direction despite the distance and his voice had risen above others in booming laughs.

"Yes, his majesty hopes you are very happy and would bless your future family." The man continued as the other approached.

"You might desist, Fandral," The large man neared. "I might send my well wishes myself."

You tried to hold your smile but the way the man, the king, looked in your direction had you squirming. A man had never looked at you like that.

“Your majesty,” Garold pulled you up to your feet as he bowed awkwardly and you attempted a curtsy. “You would attend our wedding?”

“I was at the Lord of Montern’s castle and I heard word there was a celebration. I can never turn my nose up at festivities.” The king declared as every guest rose. 

Two men walked up between tables as your other guests watched in communal shock.

“My wife and I thank you, your majesty,” Garold trembled nervously as his hand lingered on your arm. “And we hope you are contented in our fare.”

“Most excellent. A king can always find delight at a wedding.” King Thor of Asgardia smirked. “As decreed by law, he is owed proper accommodations; ale, board, and that fragrant bread. As fine as any meal.”

“Your majesty,” Garold nodded proudly.

“And as it has also been written, a king might claim his right to the first night.” All went quiet and you felt as if you would choke. You blinked.

“I don’t-- your majesty, I think I misunderstand.” Garold said.

“As I am here to see your union, I, as your king, may expect to bless it.” He tilted his head as Garold’s grip grew firm on your arm. “That he might see the bride to her first night in service.”

“It is an old law,” Your husband said. “I would think it forgotten.”

“But it is ever written,” Thor countered. “And I did travel far to see you wed and would require comfort for the night. I am you king and it is still the law.”

You looked at Garold as you realised what the king meant. You frowned as you knew there would be no argument.

“This can’t--” You whispered but you lost as your husband drew away, unable to meet your eye. “No,” You spoke louder, “No, you can’t.”

"I can't?" The king chuckled and signaled with two fingers.

The two men who loomed by the tables came forward. As they approached you cowered. You were seized by both arms as you tried to retreat. You were dragged around the table as you called out to Garold.

"Good man," Thor called to your husband. "I would require a bed for the night as well. You would show me to my lodgings at once."

"I…" Garold wrung his hands and swayed. "I must remain and see to the rest of my guests, my-my-my cousin, Godwin, will show you to… to it."

You watched the skinny boy, Garold's own apprentice in the smithy. The slender adolescent made the king seem even bigger as he neared. Your husband gestured him away and still would not meet your gaze. 

"Garold!" You cried out as you were turned away. "Garold, please you must--"

"Go." Garold hissed. "Quietly, woman." He blinked as his nostrils flared and he stared at the tables of guests. "Now."

"Be calm, dear," The king bent to whisper to you as he slapped your ass lasciviously. "You will not be calling his name upon the morrow."

You squeaked and stumbled as his men wrenched you forward. Thor's hand rescinded as he chuckled. Godwin glanced over his shoulder every other step as he led the men past your father's barn.

You kicked as you got closer to the house Garold had built after his proposal. The furniture was crafted by the men in his family and all was ready for your domesticity. 

Thor shouldered past his men and Godwin barely cleared his path. The king opened the door and stopped to look back. He flicked away your husband's cousin with two fingers then snapped them to beckon his men forward. 

"Stake your watch here," Thor bid. "Fandral, send to Lord Montern that I shall return with the sun. I shall try to be…" He grabbed your arm and nearly took you off your feet. "Timely, but no promises." 

He shoved you ahead of him and snapped the door shut swiftly. You struggled to break free of his grasp and he easily spun you to face him. He clung to both your arms as he squeezed tightly.

"I watched you all night. It is so endearing how you gaze at your commoner husband." He sneered. "But I thought your touch better suited a king."

"Please, your majesty, I am a smith's wife. I vowed to serve him and no other."

"You are sworn first to your God and king. It is written that my will is that of God." He bent to look in the face. "So you are bound to me above all."

"Please," You quavered.

"Come on," He threw you back, "The bedchamber."

You staggered onward, your legs threatening to crumple with each step. You fell against the door and your hand slipped past the handle. You couldn't go on, you couldn't. 

The king's boots caused the floor to groan and he pressed himself to you. He reached to handle and lifted it. The door moved and you were only kept from tipping over as Thor's arm wrapped around you.

"You are… defiant. Especially for a peasant." He remarked as he urged you on, the door shut with a metal clink. "I've attended the marriages of dukes, earls, and even princes and not one bride had caught my eye as you have."

"I don't-- I don't understand--" You tore away and turned on your heel. 

"I will help you understand." He grinned. "You may begin by undressing."

He untied the neck of his cloak and swept it away. He draped it over the bench against the wall and sat. He lifted his foot onto his knee and began to unlace his boot.

"Let me tell you about myself, dear," He pulled loose the ties. "I do not often repeat myself and when I do, I am not so kind as the first time."

He dropped his boot onto the floor and switched legs. You bent and slipped your slippers off. They were hand-sewn by your mother.

You stood and swayed on your feet. You could not unlace your dress upon your own. You hesitated and reached helplessly over your shoulders.

"Come," He unbuckled his belt and placed it aside as he beckoned you near. "I will help." You sniffed and took your first shaky step. "There is much I shall help you with… that I must guide you in."

He turned you and tugged at the back of your dress until it slackened.

"Tell me, has your husband even kissed you yet?"

"Your majesty…" You breathed. "Just upon the cheek."

"I always heard peasants lived as animals," You dress drooped forward and you drew away. "What else would you do without gold?"

You were quiet, unsure how to answer. You let your bodice slump and you shimmied out of your skirts. You folded your dress over the chest along the other wall. You shed your petticoat and rolled your stockings down your leg. You wore only the short shift that ended just below your ass.

"That too," He said. "The longer you play at this, the longer I will play with you, dear."

You raised your chin and swallowed. You bunched the fabric of your shift and ripped it over your head. You tossed it aside and glared at him as your heart raced. To be bare in front of a man, in front of a king…

"I realise," He rose and pushed down his trousers. He piled them on his tunic and ran his hand over the crotch if his shorts. "You are unused to the presence of a king, the respects owed. I daresay you've rarely stood near a measly earl. Even so, I do trust you can listen. Why, dear, nobility does hunger for obedience over niceties."

"Your majesty," You gritted through your teeth. Perhaps if you bided him with bitten tongue, it might pass swifter.

"To think a woman should enter a marriage and not know what pleasures should be found in a marital bed," He shoved his shorts down and your eyes went to the ceiling. "You will thank me for I have no doubt that fool you call your husband will disappoint you for the rest of your life."

He neared and brushed by you. His hand grazed your hip as he did. You turned as he climbed up on the bed and fell onto his back. His thick cock bobbed and you couldn't help but stare. 

"On the bed," He wriggled as he settled onto the mattress. 

You went to the bed and got up on your knees. He looked at you and snickered.

"On your feet. Come, stand over me." He waited as you stood on the bed and he grasped your ankle. "Here." He patted beside his head.

You paused and stared as you pushed your legs together. If you did as he said, he would see all of you; more than anyone ever had. 

"Shall I repeat myself?" He asked dangerously. 

You shuddered and stepped forward. You caught yourself against the wall as you lifted you foot over his head and faced the top of the bed. 

"Down. To your knees." He commanded.

You gulped and reached to brace yourself with the wall. You got down and felt his breath along your thigh. You winced and he caught your hips.

"I would taste you… I wonder if you taste as sweet as a duchess." He purred as his hand slid to your thighs and he pulled you lower. "Perhaps, sweeter."

He forced you down until his hot breath was on your cunt and you were startled by the coolness that dipped between your folds. He purred and sent a buzz through you. He dragged his tongue up and down your sex as his hands clung to your thighs. You pushed on the low frame of the bed but could not get away from him.

His fingers spread over your thigh as his other hand gripped your hips and he rocked you. The messy noise of his lapping encased you in heat and you closed your eyes in shame. It shouldn't have felt so good. Nothing had ever felt that good.

He hummed and your thighs shook as you felt an odd tickle in your stomach. You gripped the bed frame as your other hand went to his hair and your fingers entwined in his thick locks. You mewled pathetically as you failed to fight the winding spring inside of you.

You let out a raspy moan and pushed your head back. Your breath caught in your throat as you went silent and a tingling wave flowed down your spine and legs. The sudden release left you weak and panting as you hunch over the head board.

Thor nudged you back and wiggled his head out from between your legs. He looked up at you as he licked his lips and purred.

"Sweet indeed," He caressed your sides. "Move back, kitten. Down by my legs."

You blinked at him, stunned, and he urged you off of him. You got to your knees, unsteadily, and swung your leg back. You numbly moved down the mattress and nearly fell between his legs. He chuckled as you righted yourself, your eyes floating above him as you tried not to look.

"Put your hand on me, kitten," Hi hand crawled down his stomach and his fingertips danced along his pelvis. "I will tell you how to do it."

You batted your lashes and willed yourself to listen. Let it be over quickly then you could go back to Garold. Garold! How would you face him after this? Would he want you still? Yet, his resistance had been paltry… but what could you say to a king?

Your fingers brushed the smooth skin of the king's member and your eyes were drawn down without thought. You closed your hand around his thick girth and he sighed. His hand slapped the bed beside him.

"Very good, kitten," He goaded. "Now just move your hand up and down, hold me firmly so I do not slip."

You shivered and slid you hand down his length and back up. He spasmed with a grunt. You stopped and he peered down at you. 

"You may proceed until I say otherwise, sweet maiden." He commanded and you recoiled at the pet name. Maiden but not for long.

Your hand moved down again, then up, down, up, down. He twitched in your grasp and you felt the dampness between your legs thicken. Your core thrummed as you watched the motion of your hand.

"Faster. Hold me tighter," He bid in a snarl-like voice. "That's it, kitten. I will show you how to please your husband." He reached down to wrap his hands around yours and lead you. "Though I think you might please me best."

He urged you on and on and then abruptly stopped. He tore your hand from his member as his chest puffed and he pushed his head down in great strain. Slowly he exhaled.

"Very close, my sweet maiden," He intoned. "But I will not be finished with you so quick."

His hands brushed over his pelvis as he wiggled his hips. He raised his arms and bent them behind his head.

"Come over me again," He said. "Lower yourself until I am sheathed in you."

Your eyes rounded and you gaped at him. 

"Would you rather I have your mouth first?" He taunted.

You snapped your mouth shut and stood as unevenly as before. You moved your feet on either side of him and eased onto your knees. He tip prodded your cunt and sent a thrill through you.

"You will put me inside of you, kitten," He snickered. "Slowly if you dislike pain."

You lifted yourself and reached below you. You grasped his member and angled it up against your folds and slid it back to your entrance. You bent your legs as he poked against you painfully. 

You stretched around him and cried out as just his head felt too much. He jerked his hips below you, watching you with his cool blue eyes as your face contorted.

"More." He said plainly. "Until you have me completely."

You whimpered and sank down on him further. You exclaimed as you constricted around him, unable to go any deeper.

He pulled his hands out from beneath his head and gripped your hips. He forced you down until you hollered. You fell forward weakly but he held himself inside of you.

"Sit up," He ordered. "You can do it, kitten."

"It hurts…" You muttered as you trembled but did as he said. "Please…"

"It won't for long," His thumbs ran along your skin and he tilted your hips so he poked deeper. "Move like this."

You followed his motion and rocked atop him slowly. Your bud rubbed against his pelvis and nipped at the agony within. Your walls slickened around him and his hand drifted up your stomach.

"Just like that," He purred. "You might go faster as you see fit."

He cupped your tits and flicked your nipples with his thumbs. His eyes followed his hands and then lingered on the joining of your bodies. You grabbed his thick forearms as you sped up, chasing the cloud that had begun to dull the pain.

"Mmm, oh they did speak true when they said you peasants were little more than animals," He growled. "Look at you, kitten."

You groaned and but your lip as you tried to ignore him. You just wanted the release which dangled before you. Your grip tightened on his arms and you bucked atop him frantically. You were almost there.

"Whoa," He twisted his arms from your grasp and stilled your hips. "Naughty kitten."

He lifted you off of him until you were on your knees.

"Turn around," He directed.

You got once more to your feet. Your body seemed to move on its own whim as you turned and squatted over him again. He drew you back and guided his member back to your entrance. He impaled you entirely and let out a long groan. Your legs strained as you tried to keep your balance.

He lifted you then brought you back down. You moaned as he glided in and out of you. You reached down to lean on your hands as he led your body and bounced you a top him, your flesh slapping loudly. He groaned as his hands slipped to your ass and your muscles burned as you carried the motion, your climax rising even quicker than before.

You could barely keep going as you grasped the heavenly release within and your core bloomed. You let out a beastly snarl and sped up as you rode out the peak and slowed as you struggled to catch your breath. Thor kept one hand on your ass as his other went to your hip and he held you down, your walls clenching around him hungrily.

He pushed his hands in the crook of your bent legs and drew you back to lay against him. He turned you onto your side as he hooked his arm under your knee and his other arm wrapped around you from below. He thrust into you without relent, his sweaty torso flush to your back. 

His hand covered your tit and he squeezed as he sped up and a deep growl began in his chest. You clawed at his hand and arched your back as he pounded into you. You could feel it again, that magical sensation that swelled within you. You cried out as you were once more flooded with ecstasy.

His motion turned to deep, jutting thrusts and he held you tighter as he pushed your leg even higher. Your muscles tensed and he snarled against the crown of your head. He grunted as he quaked and you felt a new warmth within you, this one slicker. 

He spasmed and slowed until he was still. He went limp as he let your leg fall and he draped his arm over you as his hot breath fluttered over you. He hummed as he inhaled your scent, the air thick with sweat. He nuzzled your head and rolled his hips until you murmured.

“Sweet little wife, aren’t you?” He whispered. “But not very loyal.”