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𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒍 𝑫𝒊𝒙𝒐𝒏 𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 𝑯����𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒑𝒕 2 ᯓ★

When Daryl found out you were a virgin he couldn’t get the thought of being the first one to stretch your perfect pussy open.

When he’s alone, he’ll reach down his pants and stroke himself, wondering if you ever played with yourself. His cock twitches at the thought of you moaning out his name. He knows he shouldn’t be thinking this way about you, but he can’t help himself. 

Whenever you bend down to pick something up or accidentally bump into him, it sets a flame inside him. All he can wonder is if you're as warm as he imagines. 

You call it an early night and go into your house in Alexandria. Daryl's eyes follow you as you shut the front door behind you. Thinking to himself that this might be his chance to have alone time with you, he follows you shortly after. He finds you with your legs spread across the bed, desperately trying to finger yourself with little success. His cock stretches against the fabric of his pants-watching your hips rock into your hands. 

When he finally gets you alone, it's so obvious you're nervous. Unable to hold eye contact with the man who's holding your thighs apart. Daryl whispers, “Relax, it’s gonna feel good, promise.” 

A loud whine escapes your lips as you feel him push his cock inside you, your skin making room for him for the first time. Taking all of him in, your body twitches with all types of new feelings. Tears are pooling in your eyes from the pain, yet you want him to keep going.

Once he gets a taste of you, his self-control goes out the window. He locks you into a mean mating press, holding your arms down as he pounds into your tight pussy. His eyes lock with yours, dire grunts and curses leaving his lips like he was being deprived of you-and he’s finally getting his fix.

When he’s close he makes you sit up and shoves his cock in your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. Fucking your skull until he unloads himself. Leaving you with no choice but to swallow.

Before he goes down on you, he vowed, “Let’s find out what you like together.” Before his tongue violently attacks your clit. Your hips buckle towards him-while your chest arches towards the ceiling. Blurting out sharp moans, your mind in protest-but your body longs for this feeling. 

When he comes back up for air, your juices dripping down his face. Daryl’s lips crash into yours-forcing you to taste yourself. His hands tangled in your hair, your skin flushed. His tongue danced with yours as your hands dug into his back. 

Daryl has you in his lap-three fingers deep inside you. His free hand groping your breast. You throw your head back on his shoulder, the sound of your body clenching around him. The only thing filling your ears is Daryl telling you how much he loves how needy you are for him.

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𝑹𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝑩𝒓𝒂𝒖𝒏 𝑵𝒔𝒇𝒘 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔 ⭑.ᐟ

Reiner is completely pathetic for you—a whimpering mess, begging for just a taste. 

You know how long he could hold out for you, and you like to drive him there every time. Slowly grinding your pussy against his cock. Your juices dripping down on him and his chest. His veins pulsing every time you drag yourself back up against him. You told him he can’t touch you just yet. His hands ripping into the covers beside him, fighting back the urge to drive your hips deeper and faster. Instead, he waits patiently, crying your name for more friction.

Reiner with morning wood. He would pathetically grind into you. Failing miserably to be quiet so he doesn’t wake you. It's because you look so beautiful in your sleep to him. His arm sneaks around your waist, hands finding their way to your clit. Of course, you’ve already been awake because he’s been whimpering in your ear the entire time. Panties soaked, ready to give him a warm place to stay. His fingers sloppily knead against your clit. Your hips naturally react against his friction. 

Reiner would want to watch you masturbate. Listening to you moaning his name while he strokes himself to your pace. You don’t know why he would just want to watch, but you don’t complain either. He tells you how beautiful you look fucking yourself for him. 

When he gets close-he gets sloppy. He stops forming words altogether, just desperate whimpers and moans. Pounding into you like it's his last day on earth. You’ve already came multiple times, tears pooling in your eyes from the intense pleasure. You can feel him twitch inside you. Puddles of drool leaving his mouth as he praises God for letting him cum inside you. 

Reiner gets protective when other guys are being just a little too nice to you. When out in public, he’ll wrap his arm around you, his hand resting on your lower belly. Reminding you of how your body reacts to his touch. How wet you get for him, when you’re the one making him beg for it. 

Late-night cockwarming. ꨄ︎

The way this man becomes absolutely feral for you when you make him wait. Riding him until he’s close, and then abruptly stopping. The way he whines for you to move against him. Throwing his head back against the pillow, his pupils dilated-hyperfocused on your pussy clenching against him. When you finally allow him to cum, its surge of pleasure and exhilaration.

Instead of shower sex, he likes to do it in the bath. Lights off-candles lit. The candlelight illuminates your body as he softly thrusts into you. Your mouths are interlocked. Your hands are roaming each other's skin. Sweet moans escaping your lips. An intimate exchange between the two of you. 

On days you feel especially needy for him. You approach him unsuspectingly in nothing but your panties. Doing everyday tasks practically naked, knowing you’ve got his attention. He’ll try not to give you the attention you want at first, but he’s only a man. Coming up behind you, his hands exploring your body. Your body melts into him, completely giving into him at the slightest touch.  

Sloppy-slobbery wet kisses when you’re finished. ꨄ︎

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𝙂𝙤𝙩 𝙈𝙞𝙡𝙠? ୧ ‧₊˚ 🥛 ⋅ ☆

Tags: Lactation Kink, Breastfeeding

Having a newborn baby is as hard as they say, actually even harder. Having to be constantly fully involved in the well-being of another human. The frequent diaper changes, late-night feedings, and the fear that anything will kill this delicate baby. You haven’t felt like yourself in months. Too tired to function like the person you once were. And your husband is taking this almost as hard as you are.

The switch from people to parents was swift. You can see how hard he’s trying to support you and his baby. Sleeping in shifts to care for the baby. Making you breakfast every morning, and cleaning the messy bedroom every night. Offering back rubs and massages, just helping you navigate this period of your life.

Your baby is a month old now, and you have finally established a routine. Soundly sleeping in their bassinet, so you can throw yourself on the bed next to your husband. He’s awake, but as soon as your head hits the pillow, you drift into a light sleep. Daryl wraps his big arms around your waist, positions himself to be the big spoon. Placing soft kisses on your forehead, aligning his heartbeat with yours.

A few hours go by, and you awaken because of wet liquid soaking your shirt. Pushing yourself off your husband, whose shirt is now soaking wet aswell. All the movement caused Daryl to wake up with a concerned expression. Just lying peacefully with his wife to being on the other side of the bed.

“Fuck!” You yelled. Embarrassed at the sight. Not totally sure how your husband will react to seeing his wife leaking breast milk all over the bed. Not waiting for his reaction you jump almost making it towards the dresser, until you feel familiar arms pulling you back towards the bed. “C’mere.” Daryl said softly, almost a whisper.

“No need to be embarrassed, just take off your shirt.” Daryl pleaded. Slightly embarrassed to show yourself in front of your husband since the baby. Naturally your body changed, and you always remained unsure if your husband liked those changes. You also haven't fucked your husband since you gave birth, and lord knows how bad you want too. Yet your mind was too tired to catch up with your body, until now.

Releasing your sticky shirt from your skin felt relieving instantly. Now your chest is completely exposed, leaking, heavy and sensitive. Daryl didn’t say a word for a while. Instead he locked eyes with your tender breasts begging for a release that only he can give. “What's wrong?” You asked.

“Can I taste?” He said hesitantly.

You look at him and back at your aching chest. Contemplating if his tongue is the solution to your problems.

“Be gentle, they're sensitive.” You said quietly.

Swiftly after your hesitant words his tongue was latched to you. The initial shock of the warm sensation sent a jolt throughout your body. His spit lapping over your nipple and the surrounding skin. Drinking in your juices felt like a weight being lifted.

Now laying on the bed, Daryl atop of you. A precum stain forming on his pants. His moans vibrate against skin only adding the heat forming in your stomach. Whimpers begin to leave your lips as he grinds his cock against your leg. A truly pathetic side of your husband you rarely get to enjoy.

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𓇉𒌐 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖙 𝕬𝖎𝖗𝖇𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗 | 𝕬𝖛𝖆𝖙𝖆𝖗 | 𝕷𝖊𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝕶𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖆 𝕱𝖆𝖓𝖋𝖎𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝕽𝖊𝖈𝖘 𒌐𓇉

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Legend of Korra: Time by Middlemist1

Korra-centric | Time Travel AU | Subtle Asami x Korra undertones

𝕮𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖙𝖊𝖉 |  𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖘: 17𝖐+ | 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘:11

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𓇉 - 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖙 𝕬𝖎𝖗𝖇𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗 | 𝕬𝖛𝖆𝖙𝖆𝖗 | 𝕷𝖊𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝕶𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖆

𓇉 - 𝕸𝖞 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

𓇉- 𝕭𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝕺𝖗𝖕𝖍𝖊𝖚𝖘 | 𝕶𝖎𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖞 𝕵 𝕭 -

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𓀨 𝕬𝖑𝖑 𝕱𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖒𝖘 𓀨

🃜🃚🃖🃁🂭🂺🃜🃚🃖🃁🂭🂺🃜🃚🃖🃁🂭

𓁆 ╋━ 𓁆𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔙𝔞𝔪𝔭𝔦𝔯𝔢 𝔇𝔦𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 | 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔒𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩𝔰𓁆 ━╋ 𓁆

𓈠 ╋━ 𓈠 ℌ𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔇𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔬𝔫 𓈠 ━╋𓈠

𓇼╋━ 𓇼𝔖𝔥𝔞𝔡𝔬𝔴 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔅𝔬𝔫𝔢 | 𝔊𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔥𝔞 𝔖𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰𓇼━╋𓇼

𓂏╋━ 𓂏𝔖𝔦𝔫𝔫𝔢𝔯𝔰𓂏 ━╋ 𓂏

𓂅╋━ 𓂅𝔗𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𓂅 ━╋ 𓂅

𓃂╋━ 𓃂𝔑𝔞𝔯𝔲𝔱𝔬𓃂 ━╋ 𓃂

𓇋 ╋━ 𓇋ℑ𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔳𝔦𝔢𝔴 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔞 𝔙𝔞𝔪𝔭𝔦𝔯𝔢𓇋 ━╋ 𓇋

𓇊 ╋━ 𓇊𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔱 𝔄𝔦𝔯𝔟𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 | 𝔄𝔳𝔞𝔱𝔞𝔯 | 𝔏𝔢𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔎𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔞𓇊 ━╋ 𓇊

𓁼 ╋━ ��� 𝔅𝔩𝔲𝔢 𝔖𝔞𝔪𝔲𝔯𝔞𝔦𓁼 ━╋ 𓁼

...

𝕿𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖚𝖊𝖉

𓀨 - 𝕸𝖞 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 - 𓀨

𓀨 - 𝕭𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝕺𝖗𝖕𝖍𝖊𝖚𝖘 𓀨

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𓀞﴾𝕶𝖑𝖆𝖚𝖘 𝕸𝖎𝖐𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖘𝖔𝖓 + 𝕾𝖒𝖚𝖙 𝕺𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖙 + 𝕱𝖊𝖒 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗﴿𓀞

𓀞 ━╋ “ℑ 𝔰𝔞𝔦𝔡, 𝔏𝔢𝔱'𝔰 𝔤𝔬 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫”╋━𓀞

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𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 | Angry sex (Not anger towards reader), mockery, teasing, debatably degrading language.

...

“I told the bloody bastards not– ” he furiously said as he pounded into your cervix, his words coming out as a pleasured, enraged grunt to “to do that— but they didn’t fucking listen”. With those same utterances, he had spurted into you for the 3rd time. His cum seeping, out of your cock filled hole, as you attempt to recover from yet, another leg-shaking orgasm.

Klaus had a frustrating day. His “bloody hybrids” didn't want to listen—some had even chosen to rebel—Elijah kept a strong attitude with him, causing the rest of his siblings to follow suit. And of course, all the others who had attempted to kill him and contest him.

Overall, the day was stressful and as he says, “Bloody exhausting”, and he was in the mood to blow steam.

Thus when he came home, saw you in those little shorts that barley covered your ass, and that big, smug smirk on your face once you saw him—knowing exactly what you were doing to him—he had the urge to blow that steam right then and there.

However, knowing his rather stressed state, and not wishing to take it out on you in any way, he was reluctant at first. However you, as the audacious and cocky person you are, said you can “handle it” and that “you've had worse”.

And when he had warned you that he might not be the “nicest" or “gentlest" today, but you still urged him, and pressed your practically nude body against his rough denim jeans, he relented. 

Which now leads you to this current situation. Your shorts and underwear were long since discarded, and your shirt was torn, a while back, revealing your slightly bruised jiggling breast. Your throat was horase, from the numerous moans, pants and screams that escaped out of you as he thrusted into your body tirelessly.

Your cunt was bursting with his mutiple loads of cum, that oozed out of you with each thrust. You would’ve thought your insides were bruised from how much, how long, and how deliciously hard he fucked you. 

Klaus continued venting, complaining to you, and engaging in conversation as if he's not fucking your poor brains out. After a while, you stopped listening and paying attention.

Half of it was due to a lack of interest in whatever he had to say, as after a while, he simply kept repeating the same thing. The other half however was due to the difficulty to concertrate with his cock burying itself and making it’s rightful place into your fucked out pussy.

You couldn’t keep up with the conversation, and after a while, you could hardly keep up with his cock that seemed to thrust into you before you take another breath of air.

“Wait–” you wail, before being cut off by his cock pounding into you, causing another moan to evade your throat, mid-sentence “S-Slow down”. 

“Slow down? Hasn’t this cunt been through much worse? Can’t you can handle it?” he grunts with a mocking undertone, quoting what you had stated earlier as he pounded into your pussy, yet again. You throw your head back in pleasure before you can respond and another audible moan escapes your lips.

 “Are you even listening to what I was telling you?” 

His previous complaints about his family, enemies, or those “bloody hybrids” had now been replaced with complaints about you. “‘Too fast, Too hard’, but you always seem to cum as I fuck your pussy the way I please, so what exactly do you want me to do love?”

His length plunges into your walls harder than before, deliciously hitting them in all the right ways. Though he seemed annoyed and still slightly frustrated from earlier, his scowl was now substituted with a mockingly smug grin that stretched across his lips, leaving an annoyingly attractive dimple on his left cheek.

“So then how do you want me to fuck you? You seem to be enjoying me quite fine, you’ve already came 4 times.” he groaned with a wide smirk before plugging his cock deeper. “What is it, that you’d like me to do then, love? That I haven’t tried with your sweet cunt”

“I-I just can’t…It's too much-feels too good.” You whimper, “It's too much…-can't handle it”

“That little pussy of yours is tired is it? But it's still squeezing me so hard,”  he smirks smugly, his girth stretching you to the point you feel like he's splitting you open. “You can handle it, I’ve treated this cunt of yours ‘worse’…isn’t that what you said earlier?” He pounds faster into you pussy, his semen leaking out of your hole, making way for his new load. 

His breathe becomes labored as more groans and gunts exit out of his lips. “This cunt of yours is too bloody tight” he grunted “I can’t even remember what the hell I was mad about.”

He thrusts into you faster, and faster, your moans competing with his hard, fast pace. His cock pounds into your cunt, as if it was made to. Finally, when the world flashes white, and the loudest moan escapes your slighly brusied lips, he cums into you.

A thick white load that fills you up completely, that leaves you so satisfingly full.

As your body still shudders and spasms from the aftershocks, your head lolls back. Some of your senses become lost, and your mind was so completely dazed that it was difficult to think.

“-ain…” You hear Klaus’s voice say as your senses come back after such an intense orgasm. “...What?” you mutter in a dazed hoarse voice, your vocal cords strained from all of your screaming.

An irritated expression emerged on Klaus's face as he pushed back his sweated-out hair. “I said...” he murmured, his eyebrows still furrowed in pleasure, and small pants still escaped past his reddish lips. 

“...I said, Let's go again.”

...

𝕿𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖚𝖊𝖉

╋━ 𝕮𝖍𝖊𝖈𝖐 𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖒𝖞 𝕺𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖐...

𓀞 - 𝕶𝖑𝖆𝖚𝖘 𝕸𝖎𝖐𝖆𝖊𝖑𝖘𝖔𝖓

𓀞 - 𝕸𝖞 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

𓀞 - 𝕭𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝕺𝖗𝖕𝖍𝖊𝖚𝖘 - 𓀞

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This song is toooo good y'all 😮‍💨

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𓂦 ﴾𝕵𝖆𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖗 𝕮𝖚𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖓 + 𝕯𝖗𝖆𝖇𝖇𝖑𝖊 + 𝖝 𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖐 𝖋𝖊𝖒 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗﴿ 𓂦

𓂦 ╋━ “ℑ 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔡𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱.” ━╋ 𓂦

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...

The sun had recently set, and the moon had finally risen, thus casting a light hue in the semi-dark late evening. After eating at the local diner, the two of you ventured off to the forest to sit down, talk, and enjoy each other's company. Thus, Jasper and you had settled down in a pleasant grassy field, sitting on a blanket, and savoring the other's presence.

The minutes had turned into hours, and what was once a sunny, warm day had turned into a chilly, dim evening.  It had also become quite breezy. The wind had picked up more, once the sun had set, and your body shivered slightly to the sudden blow of air. 

“Are you alright, darlin’?” Jasper asked, “You’re probably cold, especially wearing those clothes.”

Though you weren't that cold, Jasper was right. You felt the slight chill, especially wearing such light clothes. You were dressed in a cute gingham set, wearing capris that met at your knees, a matching shirt that passed right below your belly button, and a simple white knitted shrug. The outfit looked pretty on your plump figure, but it wasn't practical for the chilly weather.

“C’mere, Angel,” he uttered softly, urging you sit sit on his lap. However, before you even had that chance to move, Jasper had effortlessly lifted your body into his lap. You were plotted on his lap, your thick thighs straddling both sides of his hips. Jasper's thumb subconsciously rubbing on your thigh, a habit of his that he rarely seemed to notice.

 In case the warm weather turned cold, Jasper brought a jacket with him, unfortunately, it remained in the car. Jasper didn't want to leave you alone, yet he didn't want you to freeze either. Knowing your rather stubborn personality, he didn't want to decide for you, so he asked you in a soft, gentle voice.  ”I left my jacket in the car, I can go get it for you…that sounds good to you, darlin’?”

“No, I'm good," You respond stubbornly, both frustrated at the sudden weather change and not wishing for him to depart. "I'm not even that cold,"

“Angel, I can feel your body shivering”, he noted, his lips quirking up slightly in amusement. “You might not be shaking as hard as a leaf, but baby, I can feel that you’re cold.”

The slight twitch of a smirk on Jasper's lips annoyed you. Whether it was the weather's spontaneous change, or the subconscious desire to challenge him, you had, without thinking, said something that caused the sweet, playful atmosphere to break.

“Warm me up then,” you mumble.

There was a slight pause in Jasper's movement. His teasing gaze and slight smirk paused, as well as the thumb that caressed your thigh. A pacy tension had risen into the air, replacing the previous lighter mood.

That mutter of yours wasn't supposed to be heard. It was low, quiet, and was more of a quiet huff under your breath rather than an actual mumble. However, with Jasper’s keen senses, he heard that faint mutter of yours, as loud as he could hear a gunshot.

“You want me to warm you up?” 

His voice was almost as breathy as yours, however, there was an undertone of eagerness that wasn’t present in your own. The thumb that had previously rubbed on your thigh was replaced by his large hand that tightened a hold on your large, plush thigh. The other hand of his that previously layed lazily on the ground, fidgeting with the blanket underneath both of you, had moved to your waist. The hold was firm and anticipating.

“I can do that.” 

...

𝕿𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖚𝖊𝖉

╋━ 𝕮𝖍𝖊𝖈𝖐 𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖒𝖞 𝕺𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖐...

𓂦-𝕵𝖆𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖗 𝕳𝖆𝖑𝖊/𝕮𝖚𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖓

𓂦 - 𝕿𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙

𓂦 - 𝕸𝖞 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

𓂦 - 𝕭𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝕺𝖗𝖕𝖍𝖊𝖚𝖘 - 𓂦

[onlyblackorpheus]

Check out my friend's short story

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-𝑴𝒓. 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒓𝒔. 𝑪𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒐𝒚-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

After a long day of herding cattle, performing routine maintenance, and ensuring things are running smoothly. Enduring back-breaking labor that drives sweat down his body, the only person he wants to be with at the end of the day is you, the wild, smart, beautiful daughter of a farmer. The girl he’s known since they were children. Rarely leaving the farm unless it was to run away somewhere with him for the day. Taking you downtown to dance all night, or picking you up at the crack of dawn to race through the open plain. Your body thumping up and down to the pace of the horse. An intimate mixture of nature and his scent fills your nose. The wind roughly dancing through your hair, holding your hands around his waist like your life depends on it. And when he opens his mouth, he tells you, “I’ll take you anywhere you want.”

“I like the sound of that.” You say teasingly. You are completely desperately in love with each other. Though you’re father never understood it, he believed that cowboys were no good for girls like you. Sharing words quickly behind the barn on the days you’re father wanted you home. He would travel miles to see you, even if he could only speak to you for five minutes. 

Rebelliously sneaking him into your room through the window. On nights when you could count the stars individually. Your scent to each other is intoxicating. Lying in bed together all night because he needed you, he craves the feeling of your warmth against his skin. The way you can’t look at him for more than a few seconds before looking to the ground. The way he holds you to him like you're part of him. Practically two bodies sharing one soul.

Sitting out in the sun, Virginia spring beauty flowers in your hair. Spring is finally here. After keeping each other cozy for a long winter, seeing his brown eyes shine in the morning sun is honestly the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen. Playful teasing turned into innocent horseplay. Leaving you pinned to the blanket. His head turned the sun into a crescent, A halo above his head. The world paused for a moment. The air was gone, there was only him, and you could only hear your heartbeat pounding in your ears. Eyes fighting over gazing into his eyes or at his lips. You want to feel like this for your entire life, but what if he doesn’t?

The thought clouds you’re starry moment. You push him off of you. His eyes are looking for the answer to your action, in yours. The continuing silence as you contemplate asking the question that has had a grip on you for all these years. 

“What's wrong?” He breathed. You knew what was wrong, you wondered if he did too. Trying to get you to say what's been on your mind. “Nothin.” You whispered.

He let out a light chuckle, and as knights would kneel before noblewomen, he got on one knee. “There's no point in denying it. How does it sound spending the rest of your life with me?” He declared in his smooth southern drawl. 

[onlyblackorpheus]

𓇇 ﴾ 𝕯𝖗𝖚𝖓𝖐 𝕳𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘 | 𝕬𝖛𝖆𝖙𝖆𝖗 𝕶𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖆﴿ 𓇇

𓇇- 𝕬𝖛𝖆𝖙𝖆𝖗 𝕶𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖆

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𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 | intoxication, drunk behavior, marriage proposals,

𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊 | fem reader, and this might be a final work? no promises

love confessions the ENTIRE night.

And compliments the entire night.

She just can't stop talking about how “beautiful” and “smart” you are.

Comparing you to a goddess or an enchanting water spirit in her eyes.

If you guys aren’t married, (or are) she’ll talk the whole time of how you can’t wait to be married to you, have 3 weddings and 5 honeymoons.

She’ll lean on you the entire night too.

Super sloppy with her movements , she can’t walk straight and just depend on you to help her.

Korra is usually romantic, in a typical way.

She’ll get you flowers, and show her affection in all types of ways.

But when she’s drunk?

Drunk Korra is orchestrating a proposal in the middle of the bar.

She’ll try to craft you a ring (with some metal she found) and a betrothal necklace (with whatever is left)

tries to convince everyone in the bar to go along with your “proposal”

If she sees you annoyed, she’ll put her serious avatar face on and she’ll beat up “the asshole who made her girl mad”

She would do an over-the-top propsal, with a longgggg speech where she expresses her love to you.

It's cute until she throws up.

You'll take her to the toilet, holding her hair, and she'll continue to talk in between throwing up.

Later, She’ll have her arms over your shoulders, giving you sloppy kisses on your cheek every so often, and ‘whispering’ in your ear to tell you that she loves you as if it was a secret.

She'll whine and complain about how she's “not tired” but once her body hits the bed she's out before you can even take off her shoes.

The next morning she'll wake up with the worse headache after, and ask what happened

When you answer, she’ll deny it, remember, blush, and then turn her head, denying it again, but this time out of embarrassment.

The rest of the day, she'll act like it didn't happen and deny everybody who mentioned how she acted last night.

Every time you catch her staring at you, she turns her head and you can see the tips of her ears look flustered.

𝕭𝖔𝖓𝖚𝖘 | she is one of those type of people who say they only drink “real” drinks like whiskey, or beer but they secretly like fruity cocktails.

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𝕿𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖚𝖊𝖉

𓇇-𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖙 𝕬𝖎𝖗𝖇𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗 | 𝕬𝖛𝖆𝖙𝖆𝖗 | 𝕷𝖊𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝕶𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖆

𓇇- 𝕸𝖞 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

𓇇- 𝕭𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝕺𝖗𝖕𝖍𝖊𝖚𝖘 | 𝕶𝖎𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖞 𝕵 𝕭-𓇇

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[onlyblackorpheus]

Check out my friend’s Negan Smith Headcanons

♱✮♱ ༻¨:·𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾 𝑵𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔 ♱✮♱ ༻¨:·

Negan used to get off being the leader of the Saviors. Now he gets off to you. 

He would tease you for hours if he could. Watching you whimper and squirm under his body, a sight he can’t get enough of. Hearing you beg for him to stop, or at the very least slow down. Your skin flushed, your cunt aching desperate for a release. But you can only finish when he says so. 

Besides praises, the only things leaving this man's mouth are low grunts and curses. “Fuck.” “Shit.” “Damn.” “You’re taking me so good.” It makes you soak. 

Negan loves roleplaying, making up scenarios to fuck you to. It’s sick, but he loves it. Making you dress up for him, though you enjoy it as much as he does. Exploring each other's fantasies is so arousing and fulfilling to him. And he never leaves you dissatisfied. 

Negan would eat you out until all you can do is cry, your legs weak from fighting a long time ago. Your clit sloppy covered in his spit. Your stomach cramping from how many times you came on him. All while doing it with a smile on his face. He is a pleaser.

He doesn’t ask you to move or switch positions. No, if he wants something, he’ll just take it. Groping, grabbing, and pulling you into the positions he wants to see you in. 

Negan has an oral fixation. Stuffing his cock in your mouth, watching you drool all over him. He really can’t handle watching tears flood your eyes, trying to take him. Your mouth opens as wide as it can, and he still can’t fully fit inside, but you never give up. He’ll hold you by your hair, bobbing your head to the pace he craves. Once he’s close, he’ll shove your head to the base of him, forcing you to swallow him.

Though Negan loves manhandling you and pleasing you until you can’t take it. This man does not play around with aftercare. Once you're done, he’ll often run you a bath and rinse your sore body. Helping you get dressed, reminding you how special and beautiful you are to him. Enabling you to drift to sleep on his chest. 

This man loves praising you when your cock drunk because of him. “God, how are you so good at taking me like this?” “You feel incredible. “I love watching you like this, baby.” “You make me so hard.” All you can do in response is dig your nails deeper into him.

On days when he doesn’t have as much energy as normal, you’ll ride him slowly. Practically cockwarming him until he grabs you by your hips to force you to move your hips. This makes him way too needy for you. 

You could be cleaning, doing chores, or, God forbid, working when know one's looking, he’ll come up behind you and press you against him. Revealing how hard he is for you at any moment of the day. All you need to say is the word.

His lighthearted teasing and flirting are such a big turn-on for you. You understand his humor, and it genuinely makes you smile. Negan only cracks jokes around you to watch you smile. 

He does not care if you're on your period or not, he will bring out a towel. 

When you're done blowing him, he’ll pick up your head, wipe your tears, and tell you how pretty you look when you're on your knees for him.

When he’s finished with you, you almost always end up with a tummy full of his cum. 

[onlyblackorpheus]

Y'all, the kkk doesn't wear hoods anymore

[onlyblackorpheus]

hi there

your jasper hale nsfw hc’s is tagged as gn but there’s more than one feminine pet name

Ty so much, I don’t even notice that. I’ll change it, I do have some other work that is gn if u wanna check it out. I apologize for the inconvenience. 🫶🏽

Btw the normal Jasper hale headcanons are rather gender neutral, expect the use of “Pretty as a peach”. If u wanna check it out.

[onlyblackorpheus]

Check out my friend’s Daryl Dixon Headcannons

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 𝑫𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒚 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒍 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔 °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

When you're alone, Daryl loves picking you up for absolutely no reason. He’ll throw you over his shoulder without saying a word. It pleases him knowing he can pick you up without breaking a sweat. 

When Daryl first finds out you're pregnant, it scares him A LOT. It will take him a while to gather his thoughts, because he has never had a good role model. The only thing going through his mind is all the mistakes he’s going to make. You reassure him that you see how he connects with the others. That he is a caring and loyal person.

Once the fear clears from his body, he becomes obsessed with the idea of you carrying his child. Before your bump is even visible, he’s holding you by the stomach. He’ll come up behind you and start rubbing your belly, reminding you of how beautiful you are. 

Daryl knows you're capable of taking care of yourself, even while pregnant. But he can’t help but make your life as easy as possible. He’ll walk with you to work and help you complete your tasks, even after being tired of doing his. Daryl begins to go on runs a little less often because he wants to be near you and the baby more. He loves taking care of you so much.

As your body begins to change due to you growing a whole new person, you can’t help but feel a little insecure. Staring in the mirror every night since you’ve noticed the first changes. Stretch marks are beginning to form around your stomach, your chest becomes heavier, and the fatigue that wears you down after a long day. You miss your old body. Daryl is there, telling you how ridiculous you sound. Telling you that it's normal for your body to go through this. His in your corner, cheering you on, telling you how sexy you are to him. Nothing's more beautiful than you creating his child.

Since you don’t have a pregnancy pillow, Daryl holds your stomach while you sleep. It doesn’t even bother him, all he wants is for you to be comfortable. This late into the pregnancy, he can feel the baby react to his touch. 

Worry-free creampies ꨄ︎

Sometimes his mind can’t help but wander, Pregnancy is incredibly risky during an apocalypse. Though you’ve talked about the risks, you still decided that you wanted this baby. It's not impossible, just difficult. Even understanding all this, he can’t bear the thought of losing you. Which is why he wants this pregnancy to be as easy as possible for you. 

Lying in bed together, Daryl talks to the baby about his day. It's the most he says all day. Pregnancy is almost coming to an end, the baby jumps, everytime they hear their father's voice. Daryl lies between your legs, planting kisses along your stomach. You don’t know if it's because you're hormonal or straight up dramatic, but every time he says, “I can’t want to meet you,” it makes you want to cry.

[onlyblackorpheus]

𓎓 𒌐𝕬𝖑𝖊𝖐𝖘𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖔𝖟𝖔𝖛𝖆 (𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌)𒌐𓎓

𓎓 — 𝕾𝖍𝖆𝖉𝖔𝖜 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕭𝖔𝖓𝖊 | 𝕲𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖊

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I ╋━ ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰 (Gender Neutral Reader)

II ╋━ 𝔑𝔣𝔰𝔴 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰 (Gender Neutral Reader)

III ╋━ 𝔇𝔯𝔲𝔫𝔨 𝔇𝔞𝔯𝔨𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰 (Gender Neutral Reader)

IV ╋━ 𝔗𝔬𝔵𝔦𝔠/𝔜𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔇𝔞𝔯𝔨𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰 (Gender Neutral Reader)

V ╋━ 𝔑𝔣𝔰𝔴 𝔗𝔬𝔵𝔦𝔠/𝔜𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔇𝔞𝔯𝔨𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰 (Gender Neutral Reader)

VI ╋━ 𝔘𝔫𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔱𝔥𝔶 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰 (Gender Neutral Reader)

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𝕿𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖚𝖊𝖉

𓎓 - 𝕸𝖞 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

𓎓 - 𝕭𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝕺𝖗𝖕𝖍𝖊𝖚𝖘

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[onlyblackorpheus]

𓁿 ﴾𝕳𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘 | 𝕬𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖉 𝕿𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖆𝖗𝖞𝖊𝖓﴿ 𓁿

𓁿 - 𝕬𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖉 𝕿𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖆𝖗𝖞𝖊𝖓

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𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 | Lap sitting

𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊 | Wife Reader, this is a continuing work.

Always has this lingering intense gaze. You always catch him staring at you, but he never looks away, embarrassed. He simply keeps staring at you.

If you look away embarrassed from his gaze, he’ll have a light smug smirk on his face.

Loves your morning voice, the rough voice you have when you first wake up. It's hoarse, breathy, and indecently vulnerable. He adores it so much, it's simply another part of you that only he can see and experience.

He likes having you in his lap straddling him. 

Or being in your chest, he likes being between your breasts.

He’ll send servants with gifts or small things you'd like when he's really busy as an apology of sorts.

Likes to have breakfast and at the very least dinner with you.

Adores you in his color, he wants you always in a blue shade matching his sapphire eye.

He becomes pliant, and soft whenever you brush your hands through his silky white hair. All the tension fades from his body.

At first he tenses slightly whenever you remove his eye patch or kiss his eyelid. Further into the relationship, he doesn't tense up, he simply relaxes in the embrace.

He always calls you “dear wife”. Sometimes he’ll call you “little mouse” to tease you.

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𝕿𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖚𝖊𝖉

𓁿-𝕳𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓

𓁿 - 𝕸𝖞 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

𓁿 - 𝕭𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝕺𝖗𝖕𝖍𝖊𝖚𝖘 -

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