#HAVE SOME CONTENT I KNOW YALL ARE STARVING

[livsmessydoodles]

right person, wrong time

[shesaramblingrose]

Finished and redesigned the scythe from the last post! Introducing Malum: Vestis a vanity pack me and @thaumium-block have created for the mod Malum which can be downloaded: here :D

[toolazytodecide]

The FINAL chapter of “Champagne problems.” has been posted.

Read it here:

 https://archiveofourown.org/works/44689978/chapters/115129879

[arolesbianism]

I wanna look at more Wx fanart and stuff but like man I can't stop feeling kinda uncomfortable whenever ppl refer to their human design as Woodrow. Like I feel like I might just be being too sensitive, but even with the hc that it used to be their name when they were human it just kinda. Feels like deadnaming to me? I know they're not referring to present Wx so I guess it's not completely deadnaming, but idk it just makes me kind of uncomfortable especially because theyre canonically nonbinary

[crookedgalaxycandy]

I swear "x reader" fanfic writers save lives. You feel lonely and touch starved? Get some cuddle content! Everything kinda sucks right now? This character want nothing more than to comfort you! And they do requests, FOR FREE?! They are some of the most creative creators I've seen. I always feel better reading yalls content. Makes me feel less alone. And for the people who are like "that's so cringe," you know what's more cringe? Criticising people having harmless fun.

"x reader" author appreciation!

[shaguro]

— ✰ NEVER LOSE ME | CONNIE S.

✧synposis: connie loves to visit his favorite girl after his races.

✧contents: smut with a lil plot. (streetracer!connie x stripper reader, reader is black. (she has a fro but no other physical descriptions are given besides that.) unestablished relationship. unprotected sex (p in v) breeding kink?? unrequited feelings but not really. reader is just young, sexy and free; just having fun. 🩷 very inspired by the song by flo milli, doesn't follow that exact plot though! mdni.

✧word count: 1.6k.

✧shanti’s note: chile… i made three different drafts before i settled on this one, okay! so it was definitely a major work in progress for a while but we made it yall! i'm so nervous about this one for some reason, can't pinpoint why. anywho, i hope y'all enjoy it. forgot to answer the ask but THANK YOU for the ask anon, and i hope you enjoy it 🩷

all the other dancers wondered how you managed to bag the connie springer, a well-known street racer in your area. he was a loyal client. always respectful, tipped well — not to mention, he’s fine as fuck. connie always came to see you after one of his many winning races, ready to shower you in affection and with money he just won. so just like the other times, you’re in one of the private rooms in the strip club; the pink led lights illuminated your soft skin, showcasing all the dips and curves of your beautiful body.

“it’s because of you, baby.” connie licks his lips, tattooed hands rested on the fattest part of your ass, only separated by the thin fabric of your thong. “you’re the reason i never lose.”

“oh please.” you kiss your teeth. with your hands on his knees, you lean forward to give him the view you knew he loved. “you say that shit every time you come see me. we both know it’s not true, so stop it.”

now it was his turn to suck his teeth, his hand meeting your ass with a hard smack! you gasp and almost jolt forward but connie’s hand is on your throat, pulling you backwards until your bare back is against his chest. you tilt your head to meet those pretty hazel eyes and god, his glare was so intense it actually made you nervous.

and it had your pussy fluttering, clenching on nothing.

“i say it ‘cuz i mean it.” his free hand trails up your thigh, stopping dangerously close to your core. he chuckles when you spread your legs, watching your reflection intently in the tall mirror. “didn’t even do anything yet and look, already openin’ up f’me.”

this sort of interaction should not be happening between a dancer and a client, you knew that — when it came to connie though, he was the only exception. maybe it was because you felt like he saw you, went out of his way to have an actual relationship with you. connie wanted you to be his girlfriend but you always refused. you were too sexy, too carefree to be tied down by anyone, especially a man.

it would be a lie to say you didn’t enjoy the man’s company though; you two had gotten close, close enough that you’d link up outside the club. late nights spent in his customized red wraith, hanging out the window as the cool evening breeze hit you. connie would buy you all kinds of jewelry and the biggest bouquets of red roses you’d ever seen. take you out on dates, even flew you out once. but you were just having fun and that didn’t mean you needed to be with him.

in moments like this, though? you considered that possibility a little more.

“connie, mmm.” you moaned, his nimble fingers rubbing at your barely-clothed clit. there’s something about his touch that electrifies your whole body, your hips rolling, seeking more friction. “my b-boss might pop in, we shouldn’t..”

connie hums in acknowledgment, his wet tongue tracing along your neck. “i don’t give a fuck and you know that.” indeed, you did. “she was on your ass last time?”

the last time your boss had walked in, connie had you on your back, legs spread wide as he ate you out like a man starved. it was embarrassing, even connie couldn’t save you from the lengthy lecture you received. you don’t remember every single thing your boss said but she made one rule very clear: no fucking in her strip club.

you were a fan favorite so she wouldn’t get rid of you, even if you had a tendency to bend the rules.

“she was.” you sigh, leaning your head back on his shoulder. one of your hands were on his head, feeling on his blonde buzzcut while his lips latched onto delicate skin. “i don’t give a fuck either.”

his chuckle vibrated through your skin, sent shivers up your spine. you knew he’d just left a mark with the way his tongue swept over the damage, another trace of him that would need extra concealer.

“how much time do we have left, pretty?”

you look up to the bedazzled glittery clock on the wall, squinting your eyes to see it better. “hmm.. like twenty minutes?”

connie scoffed. “i’ll make you cum in ten.”

all that could be heard in the dimly-lit room were the sounds of your sweet cries as your ass ricocheted off connie’s pelvis, the steady clap clap clap so loud in your ears. you were on all fours with connie right behind you. he had one hand cupped on your jaw, keeping your head upright and the other on the fat of your hip — digging crescents into your soft skin with each snap of his hips.

“open your eyes, baby. look and see how pretty you look.” he gives your jaw a light squeeze and you comply, slowly opening your lashed eyelids to observe yourself, to drink in the mess he’s made of you.

your brown curly fro ruffled and scattered, drool trickling from your open mouth with one hand on the crystal mirror to brace yourself. you swore your eyes had crossed from the overwhelming pleasure you felt and he was so deep — damn near touching your lungs, knocking all the air out of them.

and then connie is leaning forward, his breath ghosting your ear. “see? so pretty.” this was anything but an innocent statement. connie took pride in having you like this — completely dumb off his dick to the point that all you could do is beg, whine for more and he’d never hold back. he’d give it all to you.

not only his dick but he’d give his whole heart too, the whole damn world if it meant he’d never lose you.

“c-connie, ohhfuck.” you mewl, your free hand is reaching behind you, scrambling to find his arm to claw at or anything to steady yourself with. “so deep, i c-can’t—“

“you can, baby.” he coos. connie holds your arm and to your horror, bends it to a degree at the small of your back, keeping it in place. his pace never falters, grinding into that swollen spot inside you so deliciously, you couldn’t breathe — any attempts at sound caught in your throat.

“always take me so well—fuck.” connie lets out a moan so erotic, your pussy clenches involuntarily around him. “l-love this fuckin’ pussy.”

your eyelids felt so heavy as you looked at connie’s reflection in the mirror, admiring the handsome man that tore you up with ease. his head is tilted down with his bottom lip captured between his top row of pretty white teeth, eyes trained on where your bodies connected. he was mesmerized at how you swallowed all his dick so greedily, sinking deeper and deeper as you fucked back into him, a white milky ring of cream forming on the base of his length — it was truly a sight like no other.

“want you to myself,” connie grits out, landing a quick slap on your ass, rubbing the tender flesh right after to soothe the sting. “c-can’t lose you, (y/n)—hah—can’t let anyone else h-have you.”

“c-connie, you—“

“tell me,” he interrupts and his eyes meet yours in the glass, all low and dark, full of passion. “tell me you’re mine, that this—” his hand trails down the arched curve of your back, it was like fire trailed behind his fingertips. “—is all for me, only for me.”

you nod dumbly, not even realizing what you’re saying, your voice only a whisper. “y-yes, it’s y-yours.”

connie shakes his head and leans forward once again, this time with a sharp thrust into your soppy cunt, filling you to the hilt. you gasp and you can’t stop your eyes from rolling into your skull, from crying out his name.

“gotta be louder than that, pretty. say it one more time f’me?” he’s pressing wet kisses along your jaw and neck, clouding your focus even further. you could feel his dick pulsing inside you, stretching you out so perfectly. you wouldn’t mind staying like this forever, letting him ruin you till the end of time.

“i-it’s—“ you inhale, a deep shaky breath. “it’s all yours, connie. this p-pussy is yours, so fuck me like you m-mean it.”

it’s like as soon as you say those words, a switch flips in connie’s brain.

instead of straightening his posture, his chest is flush against your back, the gold chain on his neck dangling over your shoulder as he starts to rut his hips into you with no precision. and it’s so filthy, your poor cunt squishing and squelching sporadically, warm milky slick trickling down your thighs.

“gonna—nghh, gonna fuckin’ cum.” his voice raised an octave, all slurred and whiney. “where… where d-do you want it, baby?”

he was expecting to hear your ass or your back, maybe even your face if you were feeling extra nasty. nothing prepared him for that pretty whine you let out prior to saying,

“inside! want it inside con, wanna feel it..” you give him the cutest pout and all he could think was fuck, you would really be the death of him.

only a few moments passed before you got what you wanted — connie’s hot, sticky cum paints your inner walls generously and it’s so much, each rock of his hips had the fluid gushing out of you. it sends you right over the edge. your legs give out, the sheer force of your orgasm had you trembling, limp in connie’s strong arms. you glanced tiredly at the ticking clock one last time and damn, he really did make you cum in ten minutes.

there was no time to recover because as you two were on the floor, tangled and sweaty, still out of breath — your boss slams the door open, her face screwed with anger.

“both of y’all, get the fuck out!”

but you didn’t care, not at all. this just meant you'd have another one of those nights, music blasting from those booming speakers as connie sped down the freeway, his hand on your thigh when he'd repeat those six words without fail, "i never want to lose you."

tonight, you decided that he wouldn't.

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[luxesiren]

⸻ 𝐖𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

cw :: nsfw content (MDNI)

a/n :: i love this man so much. i don't think yall understand this big ass man? i love him so much and i want him.

{✰} sfw ::

{✰} wade is a mercenary but he keeps his work life away from you so you don't get hurt because he doesn't want to lose you.

{✰} wade is always joking around with you, his one goal is to make you laugh every day, even when he's not with you. he always sends you messages and voice memos which make you laugh.

{✰} wade loves cooking and he would get all dramatic and make you a full-course meal as if he's on chopped or something. he wants you to pretend to be gordon ramsay

{✰} wade loves spending money on you, he doesn't use the money for anything besides food and rent for his apartment, so he loves spending it on you. whatever you want, he gets it for you. any time you go out to dinner wade will threaten to drop your wallet off a cliff because "why're you trying to pay? don't do that again or i will throw your wallet off a cliff and into some water."

{✰} wade would get matching nails with you, whatever set you get, he's ready to get a matching set.

{✰} wade doesn't like to have his mask off in public because of his scars and at first, he didn't even show you his face half the time but now that you guys have been together for so long, he takes it off around you because he knows it doesn't phase you.

{✰} wade loves physical touch so naturally, he would be all over you. wade likes to think of himself as a murderous teddy bear that only really cares about you.

{✰} wade doesn't like arguing with you unless it's playfully and not about anything serious but if it's a serious argument then he will start to get anxious and unconsciously start to self-sabotage.

{✰} wade gets emotional over chick flicks and when you ask if he's crying he'll say, "of course not...it's just a little dusty in here."

{✰} wade likes bringing you souvenirs from the countries he's visited for work and he brings you random trinkets that you will never use but he lights up when he brings them to you so you put them on display around your shared apartment.

{✰} nsfw ::

{✰} wade loves kissing, he likes the feel of your lips on his. he likes to suck on your bottom lip making you whine into his mouth.

{✰} wade is possessive and jealous, he will mark your neck just so everyone could see that you're taken and no one else could have your attention. he wouldn't blame you for being ogled but he would take it out on you, fucking into you so roughly and so deeply while you cry into the sheets, "fuck, you're mine. this pussy is mine. say it, say it's mine." you couldn't do anything but moan loudly and say exactly that, "fuck, daddy! it's yours, i'm yours!

{✰} wade is into thigh riding. he will watch you chase your release on his thigh before fucking the way you want him to, he ultimately wants to see you beg him to fuck you.

{✰} wade is 100% into praise and degradation, he wants to make you're okay with it before he says something that triggers you in bed.

{✰} on occasion, wade likes to be restrained. he likes when you have some type of power over him, makes him cum harder and he likes when you tease him. he keeps handcuffs by the bed just for this specific moment, you're in his lap and taking your time riding him - slowly grinding your hips just to make him beg you, "please, baby.. let me fuck you, please."

{✰} wade is into choking, he loves to see his hand wrapped around your throat while he has you in a mating press, pushing all his weight onto you and fucking you deep enough to make you cum over and over.

{✰} sometimes when wade is feeling very needy, he just needs you. times like this, he'll take his time with you, fingering for a long time to make sure you can take him, eating your pussy like he's starving before he fucks you nice and slow saying how much he loves you. "i love you so much, baby. so good for me, taking all of me so well."

{✰} speaking of... wade is a munch. he will happily lap at your slick, sit you on his face, and grip your thighs while you ride his face, using him for your own pleasure. he would also take the opportunity to overstimulate you, your thighs wrapped around his head trying to push him away having already cum twice but he wants more from you.

© 𝐥𝐮𝐱𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧 | all rights reserved to me. please do not steal, copy, or repost to other websites.

[kaisfruit]

Hello love! I love your posts so much and I was wondering if I could request a Cole smut one shot? I mean, I saw your head canons and you said you could go on for longer, girl please do!??

Starved | Cole x Fem!Reader

A/N; I DONT KNOW U TWO, BUT U TWO ANONS MWAH !!! I LOVE U GUYS! i wanted to go so in depth w cole cuz i am unbelievably attrracted to that man i aint afraid to admit it. also, neither of yall specified BUT! im going w fem!reader since u both came from the fem!reader hcs <3

warnings; nsfw under the cut <3, cunnilingus, size kink, pussy drunk cole, unprotected p in v (pls wrap it b4 u tap it yall), probably some typos/grammar mistakes cuz i am way too scared to ask anyone to read this beforehand, and uhh i think that's it!

word count; 4.4k (i may have gotten a bit carried away im sorry yall)

Dinner was a favorite time amongst the ninja. It was time to unwind, to have fun, and enjoy each other's company. You had been chatting idly to Lloyd, who sat to your right, for a majority of the time. He was a bit quieter compared to some of the others (full shade to Jay, Kai, Cole, and Nya) and it seemed as if the mundane practice of just a normal conversation was a great relaxer for the green ninja, so he was definitely one of your preferred dinner companions. That didn’t mean there wasn’t chaos going on around you guys. Jay, who was to your left, seemed to be in a full shouting argument with Kai who sat directly across from the blue ninja. The topic of their angry musings was unknown to you, but Lloyd kept making commentary on it every now and again which you would happily add onto.

Across from you sat Cole, then to his left was Nya, and the head of the table was occupied by Zane while opposite him on the other end sat Pixal. Zane seemed content to exist in the company of all of you, only chiming in when he felt like it was needed, but he and Nya were definitely whispering jokes to each other every now again between bites of their food. Pixal, you noticed, was actually jokingly joining in on Kai and Jay’s argument. She would add in one point that was completely absurd and it would cause the other two to blow up again. That robot could be devious when she really wanted to be.

Then there was Cole. You were surprised that he wasn’t also a part of the argument, but you suppose the topic of…maybe devil worship? You weren’t sure, but still, whatever it was didn’t seem to interest the earth ninja. To be fair, you knew the other was prone to getting entranced into whatever he was eating at the moment and Zane had done wonderfully with tonight’s dinner (as he always did) so it was understandable really. 

“And, yeah, I don’t know. I just don’t really understand why I’ve always got to be doing something.” Lloyd finished his story up and you nodded along, having listened intently the entire time. 

“I don’t know either man,” you shrugged as you took a sip of your water, “your shit is always getting rocked one way or another.” That caused a slight snort of amusement to exit the green ninja. “I mean, I would’ve already changed my government name and gone into hiding if I were in your shoes.”

Lloyd let out a sigh. “That’s the dream. I don’t know if I could do all of that. Couldn’t leave you guys behind at all. That’d suck big time. Ninjago should just get its shit together so we can have some slice of life anime lives.” You nodded enthusiastically at that idea.

“Ooo yeah. And then we could have like fun drama like…what outfit am I going to wear tomorrow or oh no my hair is so bad!” 

“Yes! You’re getting it.” Lloyd grinned. “I think I should get a cat.” His mind wandered constantly, so you were only slightly jarred by the sudden conversation change. “I’ve heard that their purrs do some sort of healing and I could for sure use some of that.”

“I think we’d all like having a cat around.” You added on. “They’re sort of independent, so it would be a good pet for our lifestyle.”

Lloyd was about to respond to you, y’know how conversations work, when all of a sudden Jay slammed his palms onto the table as the “argument” had escalated. It caused the table to shake and before you could stop it your water glass had fallen down and drenched your shirt. You let out a loud gasp which quickly caught the attention of everyone.

“Oh my God, [name], I’m so sorry!” Jay began profusely apologizing, scrambling about the table to find some napkins. Kai was howling with laughter just happy to not be the one who fucked something up. Lloyd was a bit in shock, Zane and Nya had both gotten up to grab some towels from the kitchen with Pixal not far behind, and Cole seemed to be frozen. You were too caught up in the water seeping through your clothes to notice, but the ninja sat opposite you seemed to have his eyes locked onto you, his body tense.

“Jay, it’s fine.” You quickly reassured as you stood up, Cole’s eyes following the movement carefully, “I’ll just go get changed. It’s no big deal.” You tried giving the blue ninja a comforting smile, but you could tell the guilt was already eating him alive and it’d be hard to get him out of that state for a while. You’d try again later, you decided.

Letting those who had left to the kitchen know where you were going, you made your way to your room with your arms held awkwardly in the air so that the weird feeling of the wet fabric wouldn’t be sticking to your skin too bad. Before you could forget, you made a quick stop by the bathroom in order to grab a towel from the cabinet.

Finally having made it to your room, you were quick to tug your shirt off and throw it somewhere on the floor. A sigh of relief left your lips as you began to dry off your top half with the previously acquired towel. With a frown, you removed your bra as well since the water had made it to that garment too and once you were sure your skin felt dry you dropped the towel onto your bed and you made your way to your closet.

You were bent over getting into your dresser looking for a new bra when you heard a knock on the door.

“Who is it?” You called over your shoulder, still digging around in the dresser. 

“Uhhh Cole! Is it okay if I come in?”

“I’m sort of changing right now!”

“I won’t look!”

You huffed out a laugh at that. It was sort of indecent to let him in when you were like that, but he did promise not to look. But what if he did? That thought caused your cheeks to heat up a bit. To be completely honest, you were almost entirely head over heels for the earth ninja. The only reason you didn’t choose to spend every dinner chatting to him is because you knew part of you would slip up and embarrass yourself in one way or another. Not to say he didn’t do his fair share of embarrassing himself, but you found that endearing. He’d probably think you were weird and off putting if you were to just slip up randomly. 

“Fiiinneeee!” You agreed against your better judgment. “No peeking!”

You could hear a chuckle rumble from the man as the faint sound of the door clicking open hit your ears. Chancing a glance behind you, you smiled fondly at the sight of Cole with his hands over his eyes as he shut the door behind him. He stood completely still after that too scared to make his way to a place to sit with him completely blind like that.

“Soooo, what’s up?” You finally asked, trying to not get irritated at the fact that you couldn’t seem to find another bra in your dresser.

“I just wanted to check in on you.” Cole answered, his voice strained. “I’ll gladly beat Jay up for you. Swear.” That had you giggling.

“You’d beat Jay up over anything.” You rolled your eyes. “You’re just looking for an excuse to.”

“Nuh uh.”

“You can take a seat, y’know.” You changed the topic, about damn near close to giving up and just going braless (you wouldn’t actually. It sounded comfortable, but you didn’t want to expose yourself like that.)

Cole cleared his throat slightly. “No way! I’d totally bump into like a shelf or something!! All of your shit would be broken and then I’d have to beat myself up after beating up Jay!”

Another laugh escaped you at that. Was all of it made funnier by the fact that it was Cole? Maybe. Afterwards, you went silent as your mind began racing. This could be your chance? Would he think it’s weird?

“Hey, I,” you bit your lip in a pause, “I don’t mind if you open your eyes…” You finally spoke, getting ready to just laugh it off like it was just a joke. What a prankster you are!

Cole seemed to go oddly silent after you said that and you were sweating bullets. The tension that filled the room was suffocating. Quickly, you snapped up with your back still to Cole. That action was followed by the sound of footsteps almost as if the other ninja had begun walking closer.

You were about ready to apologize profusely when Cole’s low voice broke the silence, “can I ask you something, [name]?”

“Anything…” You murmured, still facing the other way.

“Can I…” There was a pause, an eerily similar pause to the one you had earlier. He was hesitant as he seemed to be fighting some inner battle.

Without thinking, you quickly turned around not caring about your current topless situation and you pulled Cole down in order to plant a fierce kiss to his lips. You were about to apologize for your impulsivity and how you should’ve asked first and not assumed, but Cole’s hands came to rest on your waist and he let out a low groan as he melted into the kiss.

You weren’t small by any means, but it was making your knees weak at the feeling of his hands just absolutely dwarfing your waist. Those hands pulled you closer to where your chest was pressed against him and the feeling of the bulge in his pants against your hips caused you to gasp which he took advantage of and slipped his tongue into your mouth. You let out a small whine at the action, but quickly reciprocated even if you let him have control of the kiss.

Eventually, the need for air arose and you reluctantly parted with him, a string of saliva connecting the two of you. His eyes searched yours, as if something in your gaze held the answer to every question he had ever asked, as his hands slowly wandered to the area beneath your ass. After a bit of panting between the two of you, the kiss quickly resumed and he lifted you up easily causing your stomach to do flips. You wrapped both of your legs around his back and took appreciation in the new angle as it was much easier than having him lean down as much as he was.

The kiss broke as his lips began trailing downward. A shiver ran down your spine at the sensation of his lips on your neck and your breath hitched as he lightly nipped and sucked at the skin there.

“You’re gorgeous…” He breathed against your neck.

Between your harsh intakes of breath, you eventually got out, “Cole, I need you.” Which caused another low groan to escape him.

“You don’t know how many times I’ve thought about hearing that come from your lips.” Cole had begun walking over to your bed and gently sat you down atop it as he crawled on top of you. He had barely even done anything, but you already felt like your brain was turning into mush. The sight of his body hovering over yours is something you’ve only ever dreamed about and you subconsciously rubbed your thighs together. That movement caught his attention, but he had to pace himself. Make sure everything was alright with you. You were operating at hyperspeed, however, and began reaching to the hem of his shirt. That didn’t go unnoticed by him either and he was quick to yank the material up and over his head. He flung the shirt onto the floor of your room as you laid there, stunned, at the sight of his body.

Cole was, well you knew he was big, but he was beefy. Clearly, he was muscular, but he had some chubbiness going for him as well and, God, you don’t know if you’ve ever needed anyone more. He was perfect. You started to sit up so that you could absolutely just feel him up, but he didn’t let you get up. Instead, he ran his hands down your stomach towards your shorts. You looked at him confused and he just leaned in close, his breath fanning across your ear.

“I want to make this about you.” His hands had successfully unbuttoned and zipped down your shorts. “Call me selfish, but I need to make you feel good. What kind of man would I be if I didn’t treat you like the finest piece of cake in the damn bakery?” To many, that’d be a cause for laughter, but knowing Cole, that meant everything. He slowly pulled away from your ear and you couldn’t help but look at him with the purest look of adoration after that. Even in a situation as intimate as this, he still managed to get the butterflies in your stomach to go haywire.

Cole slowly slid your shorts down your legs and off of your body. They probably ended up somewhere near where his shirt did. His eyes were transfixed at the wet spot that had formed on your underwear and he found himself subconsciously licking his lips. You, on the other hand, were staring at him with anticipation wondering what his next move would be. Gingerly, his hands came to rest on your waist and you shivered. His thumbs hooked into the last garment you had on, but he paused to look up at you. His eyes were searching yours once more.

“Is this okay?” He finally asked, his voice soft. Your enthusiastic nod put him into action and he quickly slid your panties off of your legs.

Cole could’ve sworn he was fucking salivating at the sight of your core fully exposed to him. He placed his hands underneath your knees and used that position to spread your legs open for ease of access. Knowing he still had his pants on, you were curious to what his current plan was until your eyes widened as you watched his head lower to rest between your thighs. Your face was flushed red and you could feel yourself trembling slightly. What he was about to do was just so…intimate? It felt more like a once the relationship has officially started activity, but it seems he wasn’t even kidding when he said he’d treat you like cake. Was he trying to ruin you for anyone else? (As if you’d want anyone else.)

The breath was knocked out of you as he took one small lick of you. You could’ve sworn you heard a noise escape him as well, but you weren’t given time to even think as he instantly dove back in. He had started eating you out like a man starved. His tongue moved along your pussy masterfully, making careful movements along your clit which caused punctuated whines to escape your mouth. You couldn’t help but reach a hand down to rest on the back of his head which he seemed to enjoy. Cole then made his tongue flatten out in order to lap up as much of your juices as possible. As if this wasn’t enough to get his fill, his tongue finally plunged into your hole and a gasp left your lips that slowly morphed into a low moan. This man was eating you up and you’re pretty sure your mind was completely gone by this point. What was your name? Who cares? Cole was giving you pleasure you had never experienced before and that’s literally all that mattered at this point. If your head wasn’t so far up in the clouds, you probably would’ve noticed that Cole was grinding up against the bed as he ate you out. 

Your grip tightened in Cole’s hair and a moan left his lips which seemed to vibrate along your cunt. 

“C-Cole–” His name was but a mere whimper along your lips and it only encouraged him to move his mouth against you faster. You felt the knot in your stomach twist up as your peak approached. You were practically grinding up against his tongue which Cole enjoyed immensely. He could not get enough and it rewarded him as you practically exploded all over his tongue. He was licking up as much of your climax as he could as you were still shaking in post-orgasmic bliss. Your vision felt blurry at the continued stimulation that carried you down from your high and you were faintly aware of the moans and whimpers making their way out of your throat.

Honestly, you had expected him to stop, but even one orgasm wasn’t enough to satisfy him. Cole was still lost in the taste of your pussy. You felt a bit of pain flare up at the overstimulation and you were trying to gently pull at his hair.

“Cole,” you whimpered, “h…hurts.” That fell on deaf ears as he just continued on. You thought he hadn’t heard you, but a shit eating look was sent your way and you knew he was trying to work you up. 

“Just one more.” He growled along your folds as he moved up to suck on your clit which caused a jolt to travel through your body. It seems as if he had enough of your trembles as his arms came up to rest on your thighs. The position still keeping your legs spread, but his strength kept your lower half still as he continued his ‘feast’. Your moans and whines had definitely picked up in pace at this moment as the pain began to border on pleasure.

Your second orgasm came much faster.

He licked it up just as enthusiastically as he did the first time. You think he probably would’ve tried to keep going for a third time if you didn’t forcefully pull him up this time. There was a sheen of your slick that shined around Cole’s mouth and you looked away slightly in embarrassment. Cole, meanwhile, was licking around his mouth trying to get whatever he had missed. 

Your chest rose and fell rapidly as you attempted to catch your breath after all of that. The shifting of Cole’s body was what finally caught your attention. The ninja was moving himself from above your body to your side and it looked as if he was moving to lay down next to you. All signs of lethargy left your body as you quickly sat up and rested a hand on his chest. Cole stared at you with a tilt of his head, the confusion bubbling within him evident.

“What about you?” You asked, still breathing a bit heavy.

“What about me?” Cole replied a bit dumbly.

“You know…” You muttered, a tad bit embarrassed, but you rested a hand over his painfully hard bulge in his pants. The feeling caused him to shiver and he looked down, realization dawning on him.

“Oh, it’s okay.” He said, picking your hand up and removing it from his crotch. “I said I just wanted to take care of you, right?”

“Yeah you did,” you started, “but I said I need you, didn’t I?” Cole nodded slowly, but a small frown was still on his face.

“Aren’t you tired?”

A sigh left your mouth. “A little, BUT.” You emphasized, noticing how he had opened his mouth to speak after you said that. “God damnit Cole. No way am I going to finally get you into my bed just to have you not dick me down. I don’t care how sensitive I am, I need you to fuck me.” You could barely believe what you had just said, but it got the job done. Albeit a bit slowly.

“...Are you sure? I don’t wanna hurt you…”

“I have never been more fucking sure in my life.”

Seeing as he wasn’t moving, you lunged over to him to begin slipping his basketball shorts down. Noticing your haste, Cole finally started taking initiative. If it’s what you wanted then he just had to give it. With a better method, Cole slipped off his shorts and boxers off together in one swift motion. And, boy, did he not disappoint. EVERY part of him was big, you had just found out. Saliva pooled up in your mouth at the sight of his cock as you couldn’t take your size off of it. If you weren’t so needy, you probably would’ve taken him into your mouth right then and there, but Cole already had a hand on your shoulder forcing you to lay back down as he positioned himself right above you again.

Your pussy was definitely still slick from the mix of your own arousal and Cole’s saliva and he ran a finger between your folds before shoving it into you. His tongue hadn’t been as thick as his finger, but it still wasn’t much to adjust to. The second finger proved to be more filling and your breath was once again escaping in huffs. 

It took a bit until Cole had either thought you ready or just gotten impatient, but he pulled his fingers out of you and lined his dick up with your entrance. A pause. You were about ready to complain until the breath was taken swiftly from your lungs as he slowly pushed in. As he slid in further and further, the more your breaths turned into short moans. It felt as if he filled absolutely every part of you and it was addicting. The stretch hurt, but it was so deliciously overpowered by the pleasure of him finally being inside you. Though, Cole still didn’t even attempt to move until you gave him the go ahead.

From there, he started at a slow but deep pace. It was a sensual experience. Above you, Cole was letting out little huffs and groans at the feeling of your walls around his member. He could explode right then and there if he wanted to. But, he continued at this pace of almost completely removing himself from your hole before pushing balls deep back in. It was excruciating.

“F..fa…faster.” You panted at him. And who would he be if he denied you this request?

The sound of skin slapping skin echoed around the room as Cole slowly began picking up the pace. His hips were pistoning in and out of you at a rapid pace, and you think you finally understood the phrasing of “being fucked stupid.”

Every push in had you moaning loudly. It was either moans or a broken moan of Cole’s name which made him go in a bit harder every time you did that. His head hung low until it was resting in the crook of your neck. The groans and low moans that were leaving the man only turned you on more and you about screamed his name when he bit into your neck. There were no thoughts of anyone here at the monastery hearing you two, as far as you cared, you and Cole were the only people in Ninjago at this point. All of your senses seemed to be completely filled by the man anyways.

The feeling of his licking, sucking, and biting along your neck combined with his rough abuse of your pussy brought you close to your third climax of the night which might be a record for you.

“C-Cole, I’m-I’m close.” You whined, your voice barely audible over the sound of him fucking you.

“God, me too.” He moaned against your neck. Cole was determined to not let go until you had, so he reached a hand down to start playing with your clit as he continued fucking into you. That absolutely sent you over the edge and you screamed as you came all over Cole’s cock. He continued thrusting into you throughout your orgasm which only made it feel that much better. His hips began stuttering in their movements and he was quick to pull himself out of the vice grip your pussy had on him. Cole wrapped a hand around his cock and jerked himself off the rest of the way until his cum started landing on your stomach. He let out tiny grunts as he fucked into his hand a bit before letting go.

You made sure he was looking at you when you scooped up some of his release and licked it off your fingers. He really had to save that image for the next time he masterbated.

Before he even allowed himself to lay down next to you, Cole carefully got up and reached for the towel you had used earlier to dry yourself off and used it to wipe his release off of your stomach, a small ‘sorry’ leaving his mouth as he did so. He was cute. 

Finally, his body dropped harshly at your side and you giggled tiredly at him. Cole rolled over to look at you and you held your arms open, a silent question for him to come cuddle you. 

His strong arms wrapped around your body and you rested your head on his chest, listening to his calming heartbeat. Cole found where your covers started and threw them over the both of you which only made you snuggle in even closer to him.

You two sat there in silence for so long, just catching your breaths, that you nearly fell asleep.

“Hey, [name].” You startled at the sound of his voice. A non-committal ‘hm?’ is what you hummed in response and he just rested his nose on the top of your head in your hair. “Do you want to go on a date with me?”

A content sigh left your lips and you sleepily looked up, causing him to remove his head from its place. “Of course, Cole.” One of your hands slipped out from under the covers and cradled one of his cheeks. You leaned up and placed a gentle kiss on the other cheek. 

“Now, let’s get some sleep. We can talk about the details later.” You said through a yawn and he just smiled at you fondly. You both returned to your previous positions and slowly drifted off, and for once, neither of you felt fear or dread for what was to come in the future.

[1-800-moondust]

Bob Velseb x GN Reader Headcanon

Here's some Bob Velseb content to feed ya'll cause I know ya'll are starving (me included 💀)

He likes to give you his sweater when you get cold

He loves to cook for people so expect to wake up in the dead of night to him cooking you something 

Just make sure it isn't human meat tho

Cuddling? um yes please!

He's more of a big spoon but if you ask him he would let you spoon him instead 

He's on the run so he isn't able to spend much time with you

But when he is there he makes sure to spend his time wisely

When he's around you he's basically tied at the hip to you

He refuses to leave you alone (unless you need to use the restroom)

He is hesitant to give affection at first but quickly warms up to it

Doesn't matter if you're skinny, muscular, or cubby he'll try to pick you up

Sometimes when ya'll are watching TV together he'll slide you onto his lap and put his head on top of yours

Bob is a switch in the way that one minute he'll be brutally eating and killing people then the next he's cuddling up to you

Despite how violent he can be he refuses to take it out on you

He'd just storm off and come back home a few hours later all bloody and tired

He doesn't take off his costume very often around you but when he does kiss him on the cheek and watch his face turn red 

His top 3 love languages are physical touch, quality time, and acts of service

He doesn't talk much but loves to listen to you talk about your day 

If you have any candy around your house expect it to go 'mysteriously' missing

He doesn't seem like he sleeps very often (have you seen the bags under his eyes) 

So lead him to your bed and play with his hair until he relaxes enough to fall asleep 

He's basically always slightly on edge due to the police being after him so you often have to remind him that he's safe with you

BIG BOOBS (huh who said that 🤨)

He likes having you lay on top of him and no your weight doesn't matter to him so doesn't think that you'll crush him or anything (he'd probably like it anyways)

Despite him being a serial killer and all that you still love him and he feels happy and secure with you

It's a weird relationship yeah but the two of ya'll love each other so it's fine

I'm thinking about making some nsfw hc's but idk if yall would like that

[floralcyanide]

˚₊✩‧₊◜kinktober 2023! ―

― day nine ⛧ breeding kink

Roman Bridger x F!Reader

You and Roman have been trying for a baby for a while without any luck. One day, Roman is on his way home from work and has a request. 

warnings: smut, breeding kink, cockwarming, cum eating, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, mentions of failed pregnancy, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of miscarriage/ infertility, oral (f receiving), choking, nipple play (brief), lactation kink (lol. brief.)

word count: 1551

author's note: I LOVE ROMAN HE IS MY BABY DADDY FR (no pun intended I'm fr I love him sm) anyway I hope yall enjoy some Roman content. I have an unfinished Roman fic up rn actually if anyone wants to read it. I'm thinking soon I'll edit/ revise it and continue it. please leave feedback I love seeing what yall think!! ilyy

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this fic has been cross posted to ao3.

ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ʀᴇᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ, ᴀᴏ3, ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴇʙsɪᴛᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ɪɴ ᴀɪ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀs ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʀᴛɪғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴛᴏ sᴇʟʟ ғᴏʀ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.

“Hello?”

“Hey,” Roman says through the phone, readjusting it between his shoulder and ear as he drives, “When I get home, I want you on the bed. Naked. Be ready for me.”

“What?” you laugh, tossing the towel you were folding on the counter, “Roman.”

“You heard me. You have ten minutes.”

A chill runs up your spine as you step away from folding laundry, “Okay.”

It’s easy for Roman to get you to do anything he desires, not in a manipulative way, but in a mutual respect and endearment way.

Roman hangs up, and you scurry upstairs to your shared bedroom to get ready. You look at yourself in the mirror as you strip, switching your basic underwear for something more provocative. You fluff your hair, realizing about 5 minutes have passed before you jog to the bed and hop onto it, lying down. You try to figure out the perfect position but give up. Instead, you just slide your underwear to the side and rub your clit softly, working yourself up. You think of Roman and how bossy he will be when he gets home. How he’s going to tell you what to do and exactly how to do it. The thought of him walking in on you pleasuring yourself sends a surge of arousal through you, and you feel turned on enough to slip a finger inside your dampening cunt. You hum in satisfaction as you curl it against the familiar spongy spot, using your other hand to resume your clit play. You hear Roman slam the front door shut downstairs, and you eagerly add another finger, pumping them in and out slowly. 

“Good girl. Just how I wanted you- ready for my cock.”

You smirk as you continue to fuck your fingers, removing them and licking off your arousal as Roman watches closely.

“You should probably take off your cute underwear before I fucking rip it off of you,” Roman says casually, his eyes darkening as he pulls off his clothes.

You do as told, tossing the underwear somewhere on the floor beside the bed, spreading your legs like you know Roman wants you to. He moans at the sight of your wet pussy, all puffy and ready for him. He wastes no time climbing on the bed and launching himself onto you, Roman’s mouth attaching itself to your cunt, licking a wide stripe up your slit before circling your clit with his deft tongue. You grasp his hair as he looks up at you, not breaking eye contact as he laps at your bundle of nerves with vigor. 

“Gonna fuck you so good, gonna put a baby in this pussy,” Roman grunts, gripping your thighs as he eats you out like a starving man.

“Fuck, Roman,” you moan at his words, grinding on his tongue as he fucks you with it.

“Touch your breasts like a good kitten. Want you to think of how swollen and sensitive they’ll be when you’re pregnant with my baby,” Roman doesn’t stop licking and suckling at your cunt, knowing exactly how you will react to his filthy mouth. 

You move your hands from his hair and tweak your nipples, jerking your hips into Roman’s face at the sensation. You try your best to imagine how large you would get in your breasts and stomach, maybe even your thighs and definitely your hips. The two of you have been trying for a baby for a while, and there have been times you wanted to give up. Two miscarriages, negative pregnancy tests out the ass, and possible infertility were just some of the issues that have gone on lately. For a while now, you and Roman have had sex, but not to try for a baby. You haven’t taken any tests because you have yet to miss your period. So, at this point, it’s fair to say no matter what you do, having a baby naturally seems out of the picture. But you let your imagination work its magic anyway.

Roman senses you’re close to orgasm and pulls away, and you frown as you’re torn from your daydream of being full and round with Roman’s child. He sits on his knees, raising your legs to put them on his shoulders as he lines himself up with your entrance. Slowly, Roman pushes himself into you, nearly howling at the feeling of your tight wetness. Every time is like the first time for you both, no matter how life is going, your sex life is always perfect. This time is no different. Once Roman is sheathed all the way into you, he waits a moment for you to adjust to his size. You wiggle your hips a little, taking deep breaths as you stretch around him. You begin to move your body back and forth, motioning for Roman to move, too. And he doesn’t waste a second before pulling out and plunging back into you. Gaining a steady rhythm, Roman leans down to capture your lips with his, your chest nearly flush with his. You slip your tongue into his mouth and fight for dominance, swallowing his moans as he fucks you a little harder. He grabs hold of your throat and gently squeezes it as he makes out with you.

“Fuck, you’re so good,” Roman closes his eyes as he gets lost in the feeling of your walls fluttering around him, your g spot grazing against his tip with every thrust, “Gonna fuck a baby into you, make you so full of my cum you’ll have to get pregnant.”

You moan at Roman’s voice as it whispers dirty fantasies in your ear about how he’s gonna pump you full of cum and fuck it into you, how he’s gonna suck your nipples until you lactate, and how much he loves you. You bounce yourself onto his cock, chasing after your incoming orgasm as Roman toys with your clit. 

“Cum around my cock, baby girl. Milk this cock like you mean it,” Roman gruffs, his breaths coming out in pants as he snaps his hips into yours as fast as he can.

You curse as you purposefully clench hard around Roman, causing him to spurt hot cum into you. The feeling of his hot seed filling your womb makes your orgasm hit you full force, your cunt clenching harder around Roman, milking him for everything he has to offer. You’re both panting as you come down from your highs. You wait for your husband to pull out of you, but he doesn’t. Instead, he grabs your hips and lays down, keeping himself inside you. You’re the one on top now, still full of Roman’s softening cock.

“Are you gonna-”

“Nope,” Roman smiles, “I was serious about fucking a baby into you. I’m keeping my cum in you for as long as I have to.”

You squirm at the feeling of him inside you, your pussy sensitive from your release. 

“Stop moving, or I’ll get hard again,” Roman warns, and you jokingly swivel your hips.

You both laugh, and Roman reaches up to push some hair out of your face, “My beautiful wife.”

You smile, keening into his hand as he cups your face. You stay like that, sitting on him for a little while as he massages your breasts, sliding his hands up and down your sides. You rest your palms on Roman’s chest, watching him lovingly.

“I’m gonna pull out, are you ready?”

You nod but still wince slightly as Roman slowly removes himself from you. Before you can react, Roman shoves two fingers inside you, pumping his cum back into you before it can fully leak out. You’re a little turned on from him playing with your nipples a moment ago, so you gasp at the feeling of his digits curling side you. Roman flips onto his stomach, replacing his fingers with his tongue. He hungrily laps at your mixture of cum and arousal, and you groan at the sight of Roman consuming his own release. 

“That’s fucking hot,” you sigh, letting him tongue-fuck you.

Roman sucks your clit as he switches between eating up your leaking cunt and grazing his teeth along the bundle of nerves. You feel yourself edging toward another orgasm and let it wash over you as Roman eats it up, too. 

“God,” you exhale, relaxing into the pillows behind your head, “That was amazing.”

“I agree. We should make babies more often,” Roman laughs.

“More than we already do?” you roll your eyes at him, and he climbs over to you, pulling you into his chest.

“Way more. Like, 3 times a day at least.” Roman rests his hand on your stomach as you both cuddle for a while. You get up to shower, and Roman gets up to make dinner. Over the next few days, you forget about the sex. You’re used to Roman cumming inside you when you fuck anyway, and nowadays, you don’t really miss your period because of it. Until you do. You don’t have your period for a whole month and a half before deciding to take a test. And when you do, there are two lines. So, with shock filling your bones, you take another. And another. They’re all positive Looks like Roman did fuck a baby into you after all.

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Can you pls do Craftycorn x Dogday? I'm STARVING for craftyday content 🙏

OH MAH GAWD IM GETTING SO MANY BY AMOUNTS- I AM-

OK OK OK OK OK I GOT PLENTY FOR THIS ONE

☀️🎨☀️🎨☀️🎨☀️🎨☀️🎨☀️🎨☀️🎨☀️🎨☀️🎨☀️🎨☀️🎨

I'm sticking with this one ship called "Sunshine and Rainbows."

He calls her Pretty Lady regularly.

We all know how Craftycorn is very much soft-spoken, in my head, she always played out as not exactly a shy girl but rather someone very intimate with herself you know? WHILE DOGDAY? NAH. HE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT PERSONAL SPACE, HE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT NOT WANTING TO MAKE FRIENDS IS LIKE, THIS MAN IS THE EMBODIMENT OF EXTROVERTS.

I think the biggest headcanon we all agreed to is that one scenario where Crafty gets all nervous to show people her art, while Dogday says: "LETMESEELETMESEELETMESEELETMESEELETMESEELETMESEELETMESEELETMESEELETMESEELETMESEELETMESEELETMESEELETMESEELETMESEELETMESEELETME-" on poor Crafty.

Okay, underrated headcanon. INSTEAD of Craftycorn liking Dogday and being such a nervous mess about it. WHAT IF DOGDAY WAS THE ONE WHO HAD A CRUSH ON HER- WHAT IF YALL, WHAT IFFFFF!

Can't we all just equally agree Dogday sucks at drawing so we got Crafty as his art teacher? PLEASE-

I've said it so many times. Live laugh love Craftycorn girl failure.

DOGDAY👏GIVING👏CRAFTYCORN👏PRINCESS👏TREATMENT👏>>>>>>>>>>

Dogday, although sunny and joyful, can obviously get VERY stressed regularly. As if in case any of his friends get into a small fight, he gets to stay up all night trying to figure out a way to reconcile the group back together. Telling himself that "it's what the leader has to do". Of course, Craftycorn gets worried by how Dogday's house lights are still on. And decides to go check up on him. She's not as good as Catnap in helping people go to sleep, but she is non less a good company to stick around. So if Dogday declines to get to sleep right away when Crafty asks him about it, she considers perhaps doing some arts and crafts to at least ease his mind. Hopefully, him falling asleep at the desk to then be tucked him with a blanket.

They gotta absolutely LOVE cartoons.

SHE BETTER BE SCRATCHING THIS PUPPY'S EARS- IF IT'S NOT HER. I AM. WE ALL ARE.

Dogday ultimate good boy hehehhehehehheeheh.

Bobby is listening to the whole tea the moment she finds out about this.

Here's a nice headcanon nobody thought about

Craftycorn when typing: " (*^▽^*)\(@^0^@)/(●'◡'●)(✿◕‿◕✿)¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ╰(*°▽°*)╯(^///^)(❁´◡`❁)☆*: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆（￣︶￣）↗　( •̀ ω •́ )✧(～￣▽￣)～(✿◡‿◡)（*＾-＾*）(≧∇≦)ﾉ(^・ω・^ )(^._.^)ﾉ╰（‵□′）╯(°ロ°)(⊙_⊙)？ "

Meanwhile Dogday typing: "😊👍"

AM I RIGHT?????

Crafty would make him so many matching bracelets that at this point he had to put them up on the walls as decorations. Yes, she gets embarrassed asf every time they have a slumber party with the group.

Crafty is known to be a very quiet and collected gal, BUT. HERE'S THE SITUATION- IF SHE EVER SNAPPED AT SOMEONE SHE SNAPS ALRIGHT? And BECAUSE she gets so pissed, she attempts to shut her mouth instantly, rush to the nearest room she can find and look herself inside. Guilt and embarrassment eat her alive. Yet, of course, we got Dogday to walk in as an optimistic reassurance.

OOOOOH, WHAT IF DOGDAY WAS BRAIDING HER HAIR AND TAIL- G A S P...... OH MY LORD, I GOTTA SEE ART OF THAT-

ONTOP OF THAT, LET CRAFTYCORN PUT MAKEUP ON HIM, AAAAHHHH!!!!

Between the two of them, Craftycorn is much smarter than him.

PDA?... oh man, have you seen how Dogday is? Of course, there's gonna be a PDA. What you'd expect?

[rainbow--panic]

RDR2 NSFW headcannons

After long await I am back with some content for your eye holes

A friend of mine got me into RDR2 so i decided to warm myself back up with quick prompts for yall

Feel free to hit up my inbox with requests for rdr2!

Please don't dm me requests as I forget about them since i never check dms here

Minors DNI

+18 content below!

Characters: Arthur, Charles, Sadie, and Sean

Arthur Morgan

  +Strikes me as the type of guy who doesn't like touching you intimately in cap

  +I mean have you seen his tent? no privacy and out in the open (so he could obviously watch what's happening in the camp)

  +Seems like he may be into a bit of bondage, likes to tie you up all nice like and give you something to hollar about

  + Such a gentlemen tho,the ropes he ties you up with are never uncomfortably tight, unlike you ofc

  + This man is touched starved, so whenever you aren't tied up he loves when you touch him

  + He loves when you put your arms around his neck as he's pounding into you

  + Strikes me as a missionary man

  + Praise kink? I think so

  + Love praising you and worshiping your body

  + becomes flustered when you do it back tho

  + Loves hearing you moan

  + He's not much of a tease, he is here to serve you

  + Not experimental unless you want to try something

  + will do anything for you

  + wants to see you happy

  + He's definitely a soft dom

  + He loves it when your bratty 

  + like to remind you whos in charge from time to time

Charles Smith

  + Compete sweetheart

  + first time was passionate and you could feel all the love he had for you

  + Private man so yall probably did the nasty in a beautiful location in the woods

  + either on a large blanket or with the privacy of a tent

  + Made sure all your needs were met before his own

  + has a think for biting/marking

  + loves marking your thighs

  + While he's down there marking you, he'd be working his magic as well

  + let's just say he is a master of tongue jutsu

  + has you moaning like a madman all night

  + since he's a mountain of a man so I imagine he's trying to be so gentle with you

  + some nights though you don't want the gentle soul

  + You want the rough outlaw 

  + on the nights when your most needy you need a good fuck, a rough fuck

  + No matter what you need he is here for you, all hands on deck

  + When he's not eating you out he enjoys some doggy style

  + loves towering over you, makes him feel like he is in complete control

  + will put an arm around your waist when he's getting really into it

  + loves kissing your shoulders and back

Sadie Adler

  + You think you're in control? Think again!

  + Total freak in the sheets if you catch my drift

  + Loves to have control in the bedroom and rarely, if ever, gives it up

  + likes when you dress up all cute like

  + wearing a short dress or shorts or form fitting shirt? 

  + she'll teach you to strut around without giving her a show first

  + strikes me as the kind of woman to be into a bit of roleplay

  + you being the damsel in distress and her being the outlaw who just so happened to be by to hear your call for help

  + she is a tease, especially when your bratty

  + enjoys being on top at all times

  + hickeys are common to find on your neck and chest

  + loves feeling your body up and down and loves when you do it too

  + she loves when you message her breasts

  + after a hard days work, being out and riding with the men it's a nice thing to come back to

  + she's not evil, just makes you work at times

  + oh you're needy? now? well she has some things she needs to do but if you make it worth her while she'll stay

  + been bratty and teasing a lot lately? well she just remembered she has to travel out for a few days

  + from scale of mommy to mommy, she is a 10/10 

Sean Macquire

  + The smug fucker

  + he's a switch and you cannot change my mind

  + prefers when your on top giving out the orders

  + part of him wants to know exactly what you want while the other part just doesn't want to do all the thinking

  + he dosen't care if the whole cap hears you and him all night long

  + the thought of getting caught thrills him, to your dismay

  + he is the type of man to enjoy quickies

  + he has no one kink, he loves trying them all

  + very experimental

  + likes to fuck you in diffrent locations as well

  + in camp? yes

  + in the woods? check

  + in a freezing cold river while you clothes get washed down stream? absoulteley

  + his favorite part of any intimate moment is being able to hold you

  + he loves having you close to him

  + when he's on guard duty he tries to convince you to come with him

  + anyways your no longer allowed to as hosea had caught the two of you and you are too much of a distraction for him

[st-armand]

Author’s Notes: Ha, yall thought that the Plug!Hobie fic was gunna be posted first, gotta keep yall on your toes. I finished this first so here it is <3 Also any content by me about Hobie his age is 21-24. Im also looking for people to beta read.

CWs: Mention of piercing gone wrong, suggestive, stealing, not beta read

 Random Hobie Brown Headcanons

He has/had more piercings, notably a pair of sub-clavicle piercings, a belly piercing and nipples piercings (I know other people headcanon him as having a prince albert, but god I know that shit hurts so we’ll be skipping for now). He took those out because they kept getting caught in the frayed fabrics of his clothing, and especially worse his spider suit.

His final straw was amidst fighting a foe, he sustained several injuries, but he was horrified looking at the ripped skin of his clavicle, frantically looking for the bar and the flesh still attached, he did, but it was deep in the crevices of his suit and didn’t find it until after repairing it.

That was enough to get rid of all his torso piercings.

Hobie is extremely anal retentive when it comes to the upkeep of his piercings though, every night, maybe except those he’s really incapacitated from battle. He spends so much time in the morning carefully soaking q-tips in saline to clean the puncture holes, if he can take the jewelry out to let it soak in peroxide for a few hours.

You both fight over the real estate of the sink and its mirror, until you ask (threaten) him to get you a vanity so you both can have space to get ready, he does and its gorgeous; a vintage one he found abandoned on a side street.

But this doesn’t stop him taking up vanity space.

“Feel pretty sitting here luv”

Hobie is of Jamaican heritage, I headcanon that his grandmother is his only living relative, and he dedicates so much time taking care of her in her old age, despite their arguments about Hobie being able to be free, and not held down by family. She knows she won’t have many years left, and she may want to embrace him in her love for these final years, but she also doesn’t want him to feel a great heartbreak at the loss.

That being said he visits her every few days, stopping by for some beef patties, jerk chicken, curries of all kind, taking home the bulk containers of sorrell and ginger beer, Grandma Brown doesn’t question how her lanky streetlight grandson has gotten so strong and fit over the last few years, or how he’s able to take the large crates back to his flat.

She has her suspicions and theories, but she would rather not pry if it could end in harm for the both of them.

When he’s off being spiderman, or doing shows and odd jobs, you take up the mantle, visiting Grandma Brown and aiding her around the home, Grandma Brown gets to sit back comfortably as you take over cleaning and seasoning the chicken, she trusts you to remember all the ingredients she uses to make Hobie feel like he’s still a child with how nostalgic the food makes him.

She genuinely loves having you around, but she also loves to tease her grandson, “Don’t know what you see in that boy, he should kiss the ground you walk on darling,”

 

And that’s not to say he doesn’t. The undercurrent of his unruffled attitude, is an adoration for you, he loves you in a way he can’t even put into words for his songs. He thanks whatever cosmic source there is for dropping you in his lap, like a starved dog given shelter, and cared for the rest of its life.

Sometimes you catch him staring at you deeply, teasing the inside of his lip piercing with his tongue causing it to wiggle around, youre locked into his penetrating gaze, you feel critically wounded by his affection, it always comes in sudden frothing sea waves, cooling your body, leaving you to yearn for the warmth of the sun that is his love.

 

Hobie isn’t the type of punk to wear sexually suggestive clothing, but he does use riskier photos of you or the both of you, faces obscured or cropped, and edited heavily with grain to make it look vintage, he takes them to a vendor he works with closely for band merch and has them screen print the design on shirts for the both of you, loves wearing them during concerts especially to ward off erratic fans.

 

You let Hobie pester you about getting a piercing, which you know you can’t handle the pain for, but you humor him.

“Luv ya need some metal on that leng face of yours” He’ll say every few weeks, despite knowing the answer, insanity is doing the same thing knowing the results won’t change, Hobie’s fine with being insane if it means maybe one day your resolve will crack and he can see you two with matching jewelry.

He often ponders about what gems and metals would look best, the color, the shape, the size, and how all these can complement that enticing face of yours.

 

Steals you clothes (duh not original, but considering my taste of clothes…), and I don’t mean a few pieces here and there, he actively searches for things that will compliment your wardrobe, and in the span of a few months together your closet has doubled in size.

One day you say you’re interested in latex, he’s going to barter with some craftsperson to get you a few items to experiment with, maybe a few gloves.

You say you want to be corporate goth (I don’t see people ever adding corp goth to their alternative reader fics) ? He’s nicking the most gorgeous pants and skirt suits he can find, getting accessories and sitting beside you as you customize the outfits together.

Like high fashion, Thierry Mugler or VW? He has no problems with linking up with Black Cat to get into stock warehouses and design studios to steal some, Black Cat teases him by saying ‘You owe me for this bug.’ But she gets compensation by nicking a bunch of clothes for herself.After the fact they bound off in separate directions carrying webbed satchels of merchandise.

You know he stole them, in fact youre proud he was able to do it with ease.

(He doesn’t tell you Black Cat helped him, you wrongly assume they are attracted to each other, but Black Cat is actually a lesbian, he’s seen her in costume as a spectator of a dyke march parade under the guise of ‘watching out for the community’, he doesn’t tell her he’s seen her sneaking off into a civilian woman’s apartment, he’s happy to keep the city safe enough for everyone to nurture love.)

You wear these outfits with pride, sauntering down the street as an orchestra of gawks, and stares fills the area, blown away by the complexities of the outfit, and attention to detail to every complimentary aspects of the look, the essence of slay cunt one could say.

When Hobie’s there walking alongside you, he lets a hand glide to your lower back, urging you to walk faster, whispering into your ear,

“Walk faster luv, don’t you wanna give them a show?”

And scene. Hope yall enjoyed these, I aint great at british slang so be patient and give tips!

Comments, questions, criticisms? Let me know!

Request are OPEN

[baejax-the-great]

Archive-locking the fics that YOU WROTE and are thus 100% yours to decide what to do with 'hurting people' is so silly tbh. Skill issue on their part. Wish those people could be normal about the amazing fics that writers like you put out & be understanding or at the very least respectful of the choices that writers make about how and where they make their fics available. Especially in light of recent ai training theft and nonsense & all that.

I hope this doesn't sour the fic writing & sharing experience for you too much. I love your writing & think you're very talented & skilled!

There seem to be dual attitudes I'm coming up against recently (and obviously these are not held by everyone, I don't even know that they are held by a majority, but they are certainly held by a plurality).

The first is that authors should be grateful that readers deign to read what they put out there. I think this stems from the "content creation" mentality and the idea that everyone who posts things wants as massive as an audience as possible (for monetization purposes which... isn't a thing in fanfic). I think this mindset also leads to readers demanding that people write specific tropes/pairings/whatever, or threatening basically to take their business elsewhere. "Nobody will read unless you do [X]." 1. Not true and 2. Okay, you weren't my audience.

(I also think authors circulating those posts about how badly they want comments/kudos feeds this mentality of readers doing authors a favor by even clicking on the fic. "Wow, if people are so desperate for attention, then mine must be worth an awful lot!")

Fanfic ain't a business, and I write for myself. Readers choosing to read my work isn't a privilege or an honor they are bestowing upon me (nor are comments for that matter), just as me posting my writing where they can see it isn't a privilege or an honor for them. We are both engaging in hobbies and a love of some media, and sometimes we will overlap and connect and sometimes we won't. Readers aren't reading out of altruism for attention-starved authors, and authors aren't writing out of altruism for content-hungry readers.

And there are those who will read these paragraphs above and think to themselves "wow, what an ungrateful author," and that's exactly the attitude I'm talking about. Don't get me wrong, it's delightful and rewarding to receive comments on fics and chat with people about Blorbo and the Situations. But it should be delightful from both sides of the exchange, or why the hell are we doing this? If I'm meant to be grateful for every commenter who jumps into my inbox, then every commenter in my inbox better be grateful for me, and I can tell you right now there is a population who is not. There is a population who sees me as a service provider for their entertainment, and whatever form I take in their brain, it is not shaped like a full person.

This attitude also leads to people thinking that things like lorefm are no big deal. Don't I want to get my work in front of more eyeballs (or ears)? Don't I want to broaden my audience? And once I put my work out there for readers to see, should I be shocked (or express any negative emotions at all) when someone plagiarizes/scrapes it for AI/demands updates rudely/reads it on a monetized youtube channel/binds it and sells it for profit?

The other idea I've been coming up against is almost the opposite of this--that because some readers form attachments to fic, deleting that fic (or even archive-locking it!) is actively harming those readers. Sure, they can't be bothered to hit the download button or get an AO3 account, but that's no reason not to think of these strangers first before doing what I want with my creative output.

Yall, life is ephemeral. There are things we will see and enjoy and never find again for one reason or another, and it's not harm being done to us, it's just the nature of existence. Having an emotional reaction to something does not give you any sort of ownership over that thing. Artists are allowed to change their minds about whether they want that art in the wild, particularly given that it's free. Maybe it's because I utilize the library a lot, but reading a book and then losing access to that book is not a crime against you, it's just a normal thing that happens. If you read something and it means that much to you, there are ways to avoid losing it (download it).

Seeing this particular attitude extend out to "not making your fic available for as many people to read as possible is harming them" is beyond bizarre. If I woke up tomorrow and deleted everything I have ever written, there would still be thousands upon thousands upon thousands of beautiful, emotional, meaningful fics out there for people to read. They would lack for nothing. Would some people be upset? Probably. Would I be hurting them? No, not really.

Sometimes people have negative emotions because of our actions, but that doesn't mean we did anything to them. This is one of those times.

Lastly, this AI and everything else bullshit really has taken a toll on my enthusiasm for posting my work. It's one thing for companies to try to pillage every thought, every word, every stroke of a pen or paintbrush to enrich themselves while actively making the planet an unbearable and inhospitable place to live, it's another when fellow fans are telling you that "Whelp that's just life, what did you expect, give us your content anyway or you're a bad person and if you complain, then I'll be taking my business elsewhere, you sensitive, entitled creative, lol."

[imaginethathaikyuu]

Em I love you and I respect you and your time and your art. But I’m a woman starved for content. Do you have any haikuu blogs you can recommend? 😭

i do not know of any that are active....i also asked oomf and they also dont know of any.... all the blogs i used to know are inactive i think....

however i dont care to scour ao3 for u to find u some good fics >:) just tell me which volleyboy..finding good fanfic is my specialty....

and if ur curious what ive been reading my reading blog is @stevesworld96 i reblog every single fic i read. however its mostly spencer reid atm.........

can yall recommend some blogs please . whos gonna bring the hq fandom back

EDIT @revasserium writes so beautifully here is her HAIKYUU MASTERLIST!!!!!!!

[writemywaytoyourheart]

afth drabble 3: honeymoon

pairing: afth!jungkook x f.reader

genre: fluff, smut (ish?), 18+

wc: 6.9k

content warnings: 18+ content, strong language, virgin!jk and virgin!oc, fluffiness, first times, a little anxiety, s3xu@l tension, extremely suggestive content that gets very very close to descriptive (?) yall I never done this before pls be kind :') idek what to put for warnings lmao help-

drabble masterlist

summary; honeymoon cuteness and perhaps a lil somethin more ^^

a/n: you guys have been asking for this for literally forever 💀 I left yall to starve during afth but hopefully this feeds you well enough to forgive me 😉🔥

__________________________

You never knew what to say when people asked you what love was like, to describe it. You’ve never had any of idea how to put it into words... 

There’s no time to think of an answer now though, not when you’re late.

Jungkook's grip on your hand is tight as he pulls you along through the airport. 

The traffic was far worse than anticipated. 

Thankfully, going through security didn't take long, now it's just the matter of finding your gate and getting there on time. 

Over the speakers, an announcer reminds passengers that the flight you're currently running to is boarding. 

"Run, ____!" Jungkook shouts over his shoulder, dragging you towards the escalators. 

"I'm t-trying!" You holler back. 

You're not nearly as fast as him. 

Once you get to the stairs moving upwards quickly, you see the thought pass Jungkook's brain a split second before it happens. 

He wouldn't. 

"Come on."

He would. 

You try not to have a heart attack as you and Jungkook run up the escalators. The only reason you don't fall and break your nose is because of his grip on you. 

Once you make it to the top, he's off again, running across the top level and heading straight for the flight that's currently boarding, and yanking you behind him. 

Gosh, he's fast. 

You smash into him when he stops suddenly, having made it to the boarding line. 

"Ouch."

Jungkook turns to see you holding your nose as he tries to catch his breath, "Sorry, baby. Are you okay?" 

You nod and laugh a little as he inspects your nose to make sure you aren't too hurt, even though you assure him you're not.

"W-we made it," you grin at him and he nods with a crazed smile, "Fuck yeah, we did."

The line moves fairly quickly. You approach the attendant and give him your tickets, then you make your way onto the plane. 

After finding your seats, Jungkook takes the smaller bags and puts them up above where you'll be sitting before joining you and buckling up.

You're sitting next to the window where Jungkook insisted you sit. You've never been on a plane before, that you can remember, and he wants you to have the best view. 

The seats are more spacious, since Jungkook got first class. There won't be anyone sitting with you two, and the seats even recline so you can get some rest. 

Your tummy flutters with excitement as you look out the window at the lights shining from the airport in the dark. You haven't even left yet and you're so nervous and excited you might be sick.

A warm hand taking yours makes you look to the left to see your husband biting his lip as he looks at the pamphlet; holding your hand almost subconsciously. 

Cute. 

"Are you hungry?" He asks, eyes still scanning the small paper before glancing at you. 

You shake your head with a smile, "Not r-right now."

Jungkook tucks the pamphlet away before leaning over and pressing a kiss to your cheek. 

"Let me know if you need anything, okay?"

"Mhm," You nod happily before turning to look out the window to watch the lights some more. 

Once again, you're grateful that Jimin brought you some comfortable clothes to change into. The floppy sweatpants and big t-shirt are definitely so much more pleasant to sleep in. 

You hear a low groan as Jungkook stretches his legs out in front of him and turn your head to see him start yawning, hand still holding yours securely. 

So so cute. 

He drops back into his seat with a relaxed sigh, "Shit, I'm exhausted. I didn't realize how tired I am until now."

You nod as a yawn starts making its way up your throat now. 

"Me too," you whisper before your eyes drift down to see his right hand holding your left, warm fingers rubbing across the back of your hand softly.

The glint of your wedding ring makes a burst of excitement rush through you as it clicks once again that you and Jungkook are actually married now. 

It's been so long.

It felt like things were never going to be okay. 

So many tears that seemed to never dry. 

So many lies that kept building on the last. 

So much fear and hopelessness.

There was never a break, never time for anything. 

Now there is. 

The realization that you finally have time for everything is so emotional for you that tears immediately spring to your eyes. 

Only a moment passes before your silent tears are broken by the sound of a soft gasp and gentle fingers on your cheek, drying the most recent tear that almost made it to your chin. 

"Hey," his voice is no louder than a whisper but it reaches deep inside of you and grips your aching heart. 

You lift your gaze to see his huge doe eyes looking into yours, filled with so much worry.

"I'm okay," you whisper, voice breaking as a small cough slips out. 

"What's going on?" He asks quietly, still busy drying your eyes with the most tender touch you've ever felt. 

It nearly brings more tears to your eyes right then and there. 

"I'm happy," you assure him gently, "I'm r-really happy."

The worry in his eyes dissipates and a soft smile spreads on his face, "Me too. It almost feels too good to be real."

You nod, but don't say anything. 

For some reason you don't want to bring up your anxious thoughts; that perhaps this is all fake and you'll get pulled back to that reality at any minute. 

You don't want to bring the mood down. 

So, you swallow the rest of your tears and reach over to take his left hand and bring it over to look at his ring. 

Jungkook smiles softly as you bring his hand close to your face and touch his ring so gently he almost doesn't feel it. 

You lift his hand a little more and bring his fingers to your lips, pressing tiny kisses there before hugging his hand to your chest and laying your head on his shoulder. His heart melts into a puddle as he bites his lip in an attempt to keep himself from combusting. 

You're too precious, it physically hurts him sometimes. 

This is definitely one of those times. 

"I love you," he whispers into your hair as he looks over towards the window. 

"Love you too," you whisper back, starting to drift off. 

It's silent for a few minutes, the lights in the cabin turning off and setting a cozy atmosphere.

He had hoped you would fall asleep quickly and just rest practically the whole way to the first stop. But his previous worries are soon confirmed when the plane starts to take off and you squeeze his hand tightly, clearly terrified. 

"Kook," you whisper weakly, eyes clenched tightly. 

"It'll get smoother, I promise," he says into your ear, fingers dancing magically up and down your arms in a soothing pattern, "The take-off and the landing are always the worst."

You give him a small nod to acknowledge you heard him, but your eyes stay squeezed shut and your hand grips his so tight he sees your knuckles turning white in the dim light. 

The plane jerks a little as the bumpy take-off continues. 

"Mmnh," you whimper, hiding your face in his shoulder. 

Then it suddenly becomes very apparent that the ground is no longer under the plane and your stomach plummets to your feet. 

"I don't l-like this," you whine, "I wanna go b-back."

Jungkook smiles sadly as he pets your head, "You'll forget all about this part when we get there, I promise. And if you don't, I'll owe you a back rub. Deal?"

Your head is still tucked into him, but he feels you nod and he chuckles. 

He has a feeling you'll make it your mission to remember just to get that back rub. 

It takes a little coaxing and reassurance, but he eventually helps you fall asleep, your head resting against his shoulder, little puffs of your warm breath dancing across his arm every few seconds. 

He stays up for a little longer, the day's events swirling around in his head and preventing him from getting any shut-eye. 

It's been hard for him to keep the tears contained, even though he knows he doesn't have to. It's just a bad habit that he can't seem to shake. 

It would be a lie to say that the whole day was joyful. Most of it was the happiest he's ever been. 

But he couldn't help it, she popped into his head more than a few times. 

He knows she would've loved to be there to celebrate his step into a new life. 

She would've loved to dance with both of you and laugh all night as embarrassing stories from his childhood came to light.

Jungkook clears his throat and shifts to make sure you're still comfy. 

"She l-loved it."

He bites his lip harshly at your quiet words, the reassuring touch of your hand settling over his thigh and patting it gently. 

"She was there, K-Kookie."

A quick swipe under his eyes is all it takes to get rid of the evidence of his sudden emotional weakness. 

You sit up only enough to lift the arms between your chairs and cuddle into his side, wrapping your arm around his waist, "Your m-mom is watching o-over us, you know."

He nods, still biting his lip to keep his composure. 

"She said m-my dress was gorgeous."

A small sob leaves his throat and he tightens his hold on you. 

"You were th-th-the most beautiful person in the wh-whole church, she said so."

Jungkook pulls back just enough to look into your eyes as he cups your face with both hands before he pulls you into a deep kiss, his tears dripping onto your cheeks. 

When he finally pulls away for a breath, he whispers, "How do you always hear what's in my mind? How can you always know the right thing to say?"

You shrug, "I guess it's a s-soulmate thing."

He chuckles tearfully before wiping at his eyes, "I guess you're right."

You snuggle into him again, holding him together like you always do. 

-

It was a long and exhausting journey. 

Several stops and many fitful sleep attempts before you finally reach your destination. 

You and Jungkook walk out of the airport at around midnight and get into a taxi that takes you to the place you'll be staying at. 

The drive only took about fifteen minutes but it felt longer. Neither of you have had sufficient sleep in days. The flight only took a day, but the nights before the wedding were full of nervous excitement that turned into sleepless nights. 

Both of you must look like you just rose from the grave, with the heavy bags under your bloodshot eyes and the limping that can't be helped because good grief even the comfortable plane seats started putting cricks in your backs and hips. 

"I feel like we're celebrating our seventieth anniversary," Jungkook groans as the two of you walk up to the little bungalow with the kind driver in tow. 

It's so dark out that you can't see much, but somewhere in the back of your mind you know you'll be elated about the view after a good night's sleep. 

His joke sends you into a fit of maniacal laughter that sends sharp pains up your cramped back, which makes you cry out and hold your back like a little old lady, further confirming that the two of you really do look like a very very old couple at this moment in time. 

If you had any energy left to care, you might be embarrassed of what the driver must think of the pair of you as he helps bring the bags inside and then bids you a good night. 

Jungkook tries his best to help you walk but he's started laughing now and it's all a mess. 

"Forget the bags, forget them," he swats at them dismissively, "Room, room!" He then gestures in a general direction and stumbles forward. 

You find the room quickly and fall onto the giant bed, groaning at how soft and magical it feels right now. 

Jungkook isn't far behind; you feel the bed dipping as he climbs in and tucks himself into the covers, "Get under the blankets, baby," he mumbles, already half asleep. 

You make a low sound, not hearing what he said but not having the strength to ask him to repeat it. 

"Blankets, love," Jungkook speaks up after a minute, voice hoarse as he pulls his head from the pillow to look at you lying facedown on the comforter. 

Your legs are dangling half-way off the bed, your body contorted in a strange angle. 

Jungkook stares at you for a minute, then pokes your arm, "____? Baby?"

You groan again but don't move. 

He laughs tiredly and sits up, reaching over to hold under your arms and quite literally pull you all the way onto the bed. 

"Silly girl," he mumbles affectionately as he fights to get the covers from under you and place them on top of you carefully. 

When it's all done and you're in a good position, he lays down and takes your hand in his, leaving a quick kiss there before drifting off. 

______________

The two of you sleep until around noon, then you tiredly eat the food Jungkook ordered, trying your best not to fall asleep until he's done feeding you the last forkful of fruit. 

You smile sleepily and lay down again after thanking him for the hundredth time. 

He joins you after he takes his last bite, crawling under the covers and pulling you close, letting you rest your head on his arm as a makeshift pillow. 

"Love you," he mumbles into your shoulder. 

"Love you t-too," you yawn and place your hand on his that holds your waist and rubs gentle circles. 

"Still tired, love?" He asks quietly, eyes never opening. 

"Mhm," you sigh and move back further into his warmth. 

The action makes Jungkook's heart leap to his throat; your backside unintentionally breaching territory it hasn't yet. 

"Sweetpea."

The strained sound of his voice along with his hand gripping your waist with a little more force makes you stop moving to try and get comfy, "Hm?"

He doesn't answer you, just tries to keep his breathing steady. 

You can't help it, the sound of his ragged breath in your ear and his hold on you, makes a distinct tickle in your tummy that you've felt a few times before around him. 

Your already warm skin starts to heat up even more when you realize what must have happened to make him react in that way. The way he gently moves your hips forward so they aren't touching him is telling enough. 

Did you just-...

Your cheeks burst into flames and you fight the urge to blurt an apology.

That would just confirm that you know what happened. 

Jungkook on the other hand is busy trying to clear his head, reminding himself that you did not do that on purpose and he needs to control his raging hormones before they make him into a fool. 

You'll let him know when you're ready, the right time will come. It's not when you're still half-asleep and worn out from a long flight. 

The thought hasn't left either of your minds since even before the wedding. Knowing that naturally, things will progress into that situation. 

It would be lying to say neither of you wants that right now. 

But neither of you are going to admit it either, both under the impression the other is too tired and it would be selfish to initiate it.

And perhaps...you're both just a little scared. 

So the silence stretches on, both of you biting your tongues harshly. 

"Um," It startles you when he finally speaks, "I'm actually gonna go take a shower. You should get some more rest, baby."

You give him a small nod but don't turn to look at him, "Ok."

He smiles at the small voice coming from the covers and leans down to press a kiss to your hair before sliding out of bed and going to the restroom.

When you hear the door shut, you let out a long breath you had been holding and put a hand to your burning forehead as you collect yourself. 

You've never ever been that close to starting something with him, not ever. 

It's a terrifying yet exhilarating feeling that settles in your tummy at the realization that he wants it too. 

The fact that you're husband and wife now is finally starting to actually sink in. 

You're married to Jungkook. 

You share his last name and everything. 

Kicking your feet under the covers, you place your hands over your mouth to muffle the excited shriek building up. 

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Jungkook turns on the shower and peels his sweaty clothes off in record time, stepping into the already steamy giant glass box and sighing in relief. 

But only a few minutes pass before he realizes it isn't working. 

You're still clouding every area of his brain and making it really difficult not to give in and call out for you. 

What the fuck. 

Jungkook grabs the shower knob and turns it to cold in a moment of desperation to ease his mind and other areas he doesn't want to admit are being affected right now. 

Calm down, you hormonal fucking teenager.

Jungkook groans quietly when it feels like it's not working, his mind starting to turn to panic. 

His traitorous brain is scheming against him as it reminds him that you're laying not even fifty feet away right now, soft and beautiful as ever. 

Fuck, shut up. 

He puts his hands over his face as another groan slips out. 

"Jungkook?"

The unexpected sound of your voice through the door makes him jump and rip his hands away from his face in terror that you've caught him and know exactly what's going on. 

"Y-yeah?" He calls back. 

"I'm gonna ch-check out the patio, is th-that fine?"

His pounding heart starts to relax, "Yeah, it's okay. I'll uh- I'll be out in a bit, alright?"

You smile, "Ok!" Then you skip away. 

He feels like an idiot. 

A downright fool.

Jungkook makes quick work of washing himself, relief entering his system as it appears things have calmed down by the time he gets out. 

A quick glance at the clock when he leaves the bathroom shows he was in there much longer than he'd thought. No wonder you got bored and wanted to look outside. 

He dries his hair a little more with a towel before getting dressed and joining you out on the patio. 

The ocean is crystal clear, a brilliant turquoise that seems nearly unreal as it washes up onto the shining sand. 

He smiles at the sight of you looking out at it, your knotted sleep hair blowing gently in the slight breeze, the oversized t-shirt that rests just above your knees making you look so soft. 

Mauritius Island was the perfect choice for your honeymoon, the glow that surrounds you as you stand up on your tippy toes and touch a vine snaking from the roof is proof of that. 

The faintest giggle reaches his ears as you pet the vine, unaware of his presence. 

"If I knew how much you loved vines, I'd have gotten you some sooner."

You jump at the sound of his voice and turn to see him smiling softly at you, his still damp hair hanging around his face in a pretty frame. 

An embarrassed laugh slips out as you shrug, "I wo-won't mind if you get some f-for the apartment."

Jungkook chuckles and comes up next to you, putting his hand on the small of your back, "Whatever you want, it's done. Just say it and you can have it."

"You're g-gonna spoil me?" You look up at him with huge eyes, clearly trying to make him laugh. 

He can't help but do so, willingly falling into your trap. 

Then he leans down and brushes a stray hair from your face before kissing the side of your mouth, just barely touching your lips. 

"Absolutely, Mrs. Jeon, " he whispers. 

Your heart pounds heavily at the look he gives you, trying to decipher what he's thinking. The way he says those words makes your legs feel like jelly.

"Anything in this world that you want, it's yours."

You smile, "All I want is y-you."

His smile grows at your words, "Me, and some vines."

"Yes," you laugh loudly, making his heart sing. 

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Your more extravagant plans don't start until the day after tomorrow, Jungkook having been sure to make time at the start for you to get settled in and rested up for when the two of you start the adventuring. 

The rest of the day is spent walking along the stretch of beach that sits in front of your bungalow. 

More than a few times, you're able to splash Jungkook with the cool ocean water when you run into it ankle deep. 

He tries to retaliate but you're too quick; running as fast as you can away from him as you feel the soft, wet sand sink underneath your bare feet. 

Jungkook takes a few pictures along the way, one of his favorites being the one where you were running into the water, the pink sky in front of you and your hair flowing in the wind. Your distinct silhouette and the footsteps in the sand behind you bring the whole image together. 

He mentally tucks away the reminder that he wants to paint this picture someday. 

When it seems like the sun has decided to start going down soon, Jungkook asks if you want to go back. 

You run over and nod happily, "I'm hungry!"

"Well at least you're not sleepy anymore," he chuckles at the energy radiating from you. 

The two of you walk side by side back to the bungalow, chatting about how gorgeous the scenery is and gushing over the photos he shows you that he took. You show him some you snuck of him too when he set the camera down, much to his embarrassment.

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You decide to order dinner tonight as well, not wanting to go out anywhere just yet. 

Before the food arrives, you decide to take a quick shower, calling to Jungkook as you shut the door to pick the music he wants to listen to while eating dinner. 

He scrolls on his phone while you shower, looking for whatever the two of you are feeling right now. Both of you go through phases of listening to different songs, most of the time your playlists are the same but sometimes they differ. 

By the time the shower turns off, the food has arrived, so he goes to grab it and bring it into the room. 

Just as he's coming back in, he sees you come out of the bathroom in a dark blue silky robe, your wet hair framing your soft face. 

"The r-robes are nice," you say shyly, a blush dusting your cheeks. 

He smiles, "Looks comfy, maybe I should go get mine."

You laugh at his silliness and walk over to join him on the bed. 

The take-out is set on the foot of the bed and the two of you lay on your stomachs, grabbing it and digging in as you chat and goof around while listen to the music he picked out. This setup is typical for the both of you whenever you'd eat dinner together. It feels more comfortable, not so formal and stiff. 

Jungkook feels a warmth in his heart when you roll over onto your back, cackling like a witch at some stupid joke he made. 

He'd be scared you'd knock the food over if it wasn't already gone. 

Instead, he shakes his head at you and cleans up the empty boxes as you laugh and laugh. One of his favorite things about you is the fact that you find humor in anything and everything, nothing is too stupid for you to laugh at. 

When he comes back into the room, he sees you laying towards the bottom of the bed, your head hanging off of it as you look at him upside down, giggles erupting from you uncontrollably. 

The sight makes him break, laughing loudly for a second before he comes over and kneels in front of you. 

"I think it's s-supposed to be the other w-way around," you giggle as he leans closer. 

He chuckles at the Spiderman joke, knowing you are well aware of his love for that superhero, and especially that scene. Which he only admitted to liking when threatened with tickle torture if he didn't spill the beans one night after watching it. 

He'd admitted in a blushing mess that he wanted to try it someday, just out of curiosity. 

"I'll make do with what I can get," he whispers before cutting off your giggles by pressing his lips to yours. 

The action makes a heat spread through you, all the way to your toes. 

His warm tongue caresses yours as he deepens the kiss.

You hadn't known how kissing upside would feel, but now that you've tried it you understand the hype. 

A small gasp leaves you when he pulls away, his breathing heavier than it was a minute ago. 

You stare at each other for a moment in silence. 

Then Jungkook clears his throat, "Your face is turning red, you should sit up."

"Oh," you sit up and let the blood rush back to the rest of your body. 

Jungkook swallows thickly, then he stands up. 

"I do believe I owe you a back massage, wanna cash it in?"

You nod, cheeks still burning, "Yes, m-my back still hurts from th-that plane ride and my sh-shoulders are still tense fr-from being anxi-"

"I know, I know," he chuckles, "Let's get ready for bed and I'll make it up to you, okay?"

All you really need to do is brush your teeth since you've already washed up. 

A few minutes later, you're laying on the bed face down and waiting for him to be ready for bed. You turn your head and look out the window, noting again how beautiful and secluded the area is. Jungkook really went all out for you to be comfy. 

He always does. 

The deep golden blanket over the sky fills the room with a radiant light as the sun continues to sink below the horizon. 

You take note of how quickly you two had eaten dinner, happy that you get to see the sun set from your window. 

"Alright, you ready?" Jungkook's voice sounds from behind you and you nod, "Mhm!"

He chuckles and climbs onto the bed, looking over you to see the shape of your figure underneath the robe. 

He gulps. 

"Do you want to keep the robe on?"

Your cheeks flush and you shake your head slowly, "G-Guess not," you laugh sheepishly and start to sit up to take it off.

"I got it," he says, "If you're okay with that."

"Yeah," you squeak, sitting patiently before you feel his hands brush your shoulders as he takes the robe and carefully slides it off. 

His heart gets lodged in his throat when he realizes you're wearing a light pink top that's cropped to look almost like a sports bra, but much softer. There's nothing else on your top half. 

Jungkook leaves the robe on to cover your bottom half, but it does him no good. Blood is rushing through him and leaving him hot and bothered. 

He tries his best not to get distracted, but the sight of you in nothing but a bra really does a number on him. The only time he saw you like this was brief, when you were in the forest washing yourselves and he accidentally turned before you were ready. He had blocked that from his memory for your sake, feeling terrible at the time for the mistake. 

Now you're letting him in, a huge step he's waited so long to take. He wants to show you how much he truly loves and cares for you. How beautiful you are to him. 

You lay down again, breath catching when he starts to rub carefully yet firmly, soothing the tense knots in your muscles. 

When the massage eventually turns into light scratches, you sigh blissfully, not knowing the last time you felt this relaxed. 

As the minutes pass by, it becomes painfully obvious that he can only do so much when you have the top on. He says nothing though, not wanting to pressure you in any way.

You're already aware of it. You don't know what to do though, you've never gotten undressed in front of a boy before. 

He's not just a boy, ____. 

You're married to him now. 

That thought brings the heat back to your cheeks. 

"You okay?"

"Mm? What?" You turn your head to look at him. 

"You seem a little anxious, I can stop if you're uncomfortable..."

"Oh...no, I- I'm okay."

He smiles sadly at the nervousness in your voice. 

Without stopping his gentle touches on your back, he whispers, "What's wrong, ____?"

"Nothing," You sit up on your elbows and look at him with a shaky smile, "h-honest."

He raises a brow and your heart is suddenly plummeting to your stomach. 

How can he look so hot when he's not even trying?

You gulp. 

"What is it?" He asks again, even softer than before. 

"I just-...love you, i-is all," you whisper. 

He chuckles lowly, "I love you too, which is how I know when you're lying. I know you love me, and I also know there's something else you're hiding."

You sigh and flop onto your back, thinking nothing of the fact that your chest and abdomen are still uncovered.

Your chest rises and falls with your deep breaths, which makes Jungkook's brain short-circuit as he forces himself to keep eye contact with you and not look down. The top leaves little to the imagination.

Finally, after what feels like a million years, he sees you look down at him again. 

"I w-want you," you whisper so quietly he nearly misses it. 

But he doesn't.

"I'm right here," he manages to choke out. 

"No," you sit up and pull the robe back up your arms, leaving it open this time. Then you crawl towards him, "Don't t-tease."

Was he teasing? 

He's not even sure. 

All he knows is that suddenly you're the brave one. 

You're the one moving towards him with the hugest doe eyes he's ever seen, it's completely contradictory to the way you close in on him.

When your hand reaches for him, he snatches your wrist so fast it startles you. 

It's just as startling when he turns your wrist until he can place a tender kiss on the inside of it. 

Jungkook continues the slow kisses up your arm, pushing the robe up until he reaches your elbow, then he looks up at you through his lashes and all of your confidence dissipates. 

The sultry look on his face is enough to have you gulping and moving backwards. 

He follows you. 

As you scootch back on the bed, he crawls over you, placing another kiss just above your collarbone.

You squeeze your eyes shut as he works, decorating your skin with purple and blue marks, just like one of his paintings. Soft pants fall from your lips until he's finally satisfied with his work of art. 

He leans back and smirks at the shocked look on your face. 

"I want you too, ____," he whispers before slotting his lips with your own, "So fucking much," he breathes against your lips.

"Really?" You gasp in a breath when he places wet kisses just under your jaw. 

"Yes, stupid," he pokes your sides playfully as you whine at him not to call you that. 

"I've wanted you for a long time," he says seriously, "in more ways than you think."

You smile and wrap your arms around his neck to pull him down and into another kiss. 

The heat building in your tummy is familiar to you, it's happened every time you kiss him like this. Knowing that this time will end differently makes a chill go down your spine. 

Jungkook pulls back to look at you. 

You watch curiously as he sits back on his knees and stares at you, seemingly just taking in the moment. 

"A picture w-would last longer," you say teasingly. 

You didn't think he'd actually agree. 

"You're right," he reaches over to the side table and grabs the polaroid before leaning back into his previous position, "Is this okay?"

You smile and nod, surprised when he doesn't tell you to move at all, not to fix your robe or hair or the position of your arm. 

He's always so particular about his photos, always wanting them to be perfect.

But he just snaps this picture without thinking.

You blink owlishly at him, "You d-didn't have me f-f-fix anything, I look a mess-" you reach up and start trying to fix your hair before he puts a hand on your arm to stop you. 

"Don't, you're perfect."

You look at him, unsure. 

"You're perfect," he says again, not a flicker of dishonesty in his eyes. 

The way he tosses the camera onto the chair by the bed before climbing over you again makes a different warmth appear in your lower tummy that you've felt before but always tried to ignore. 

It's almost like he senses it, because in the next second, he's back to smirking before attaching his lips to your throat once more. 

The low groan that leaves him is almost too much for you to handle. 

You gulp and stare at the ceiling as he continues blemishing every part of your neck that he hasn't reached yet. 

The ceiling begins to blur suddenly. 

A few tears slip out, tickling your skin as they slide down the sides of your face. 

Jungkook pulls away at the sound of a quiet sob. 

"Baby," he breathes, at a loss for why you're crying, "Did I hurt you? I'm so sorry-"

You shake your head, "No, i-it's good. It's all r-really good."

He frowns, "Why are you crying? Are they good tears?"

You shrug. 

That puts a pause on everything, which makes you cry harder. 

"Hey, hey," Jungkook wipes your tears, "We don't have to do anything. We don't have to do anything at all until you are completely ready. Everything is okay, I promise. I'm okay, you're okay, everything is wonderful. We're married and we have the rest of our lives to do anything and everything. It's already too wonderful to be true-"

You nod as you cry, "That's the th-thing...Part of me is sc-scared I'll wake up in that old boxcar or s-something."

His hands move to cup your cheek, "You're right here with me, sweetpea-"

A sob breaks from your chest as you look into his eyes. 

"We n-never got to have an-anything beautiful."

His throat feels like it's closing as he tries to swallow his own tears, "That was just the beginning love, this is just the beginning, I swear. What we have is already beautiful, we don't need anything more. All of that is over, I promise."

The tears filling your eyes and cascading down your cheeks break his heart a little more with each one that falls. 

"I d-don't want to wake up."

Your voice is so small and scared it rips his chest apart painfully just to hear it. 

"You won't wake up. This isn't a dream. I'm here, I'm real," he takes your hand and places it on his cheek, letting you feel the warmth. Then he brings your hand to his heart so you can feel the steady beating, "See? I'm alive, right here and now."

The panic begins to subside as you concentrate on his heartbeat. Your eyes flit over his face, seeing the way the sun floods his skin with such a deep golden glow, his dark eyes filled with so much love it seems to physically pour out of them.

"Are you here with me?" Jungkook whispers softly. 

You nod slowly. 

His soft smile makes everything seem far less scary. 

"Should we sleep it off, sweetpea?"

You shake your head frantically, "Nuh uh, I w-want you."

He leans down and presses a kiss to your lips, "You have me, you'll always have me."

The grip you have on his tattoed bicep tightens the lower down he goes, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses across your golden sun lit skin until you can't hold on anymore as he reaches the panties that match your bra perfectly apart from the small cherries decorating them. 

A smile pulls at his lips. 

Everything about you is just so...you.

A shiver runs through you at the feeling of him spreading your legs and the softest kiss pressed to your inner left knee. 

Jungkook brushes his nose against your soft squishy thigh, breathing in your scent before peppering a few more kisses there. 

"Love you," he mumbles against your skin. 

"Love y-y-you-" You breathe rapidly. 

Jungkook looks up at you to see your whole body trembling, your bare stomach is quivering with every breath. 

"Cold?" He asks gently. 

You shake your head and breathe out a laugh, "M-More like full of ad-adrenaline...I g-g-guess....Yeah, k-kinda cold."

He smiles and reaches over to grab the small fluffy blanket that was folded at the bottom of the bed earlier, then he hands it to you. 

Your shaking hands grasp it and you pull it to your chest, praying the shakiness will subside. 

After a few moments of him rubbing his hands up and down the length of your legs, you're already feeling better and the shaking has mostly stopped. 

Now the cold that was seeping into your bones has turned to heat. You toss the blanket to the side and place your hands folded nicely over your tummy. 

You only look down again when you feel him take your hands in his, stopping the shaking with a reassuring squeeze. 

The sight of him between your legs is too much to handle so you look back at the ceiling. 

The gasp that leaves you at the first touch makes him smirk harder before getting back to the task at hand. 

You close your eyes tightly, unable to keep the embarrassing sounds from spilling out of your mouth as your hips begin to move on their own accord. 

"Nngh, Jungkook-" 

"I've got you."

The sound of your moans only spurs him on further, making sure to keep an eye on your pretty scrunched up face. 

Your mind is wrapped in a hazy curtain of dripping gold as the pleasure continues to build and build. 

The moment you lock eyes with him is when it snaps. 

Loud moans fill the room as your body quivers uncontrollably while he helps you through it. 

When you start coming back to reality, you feel his hands on your face and his wet lips on yours, "Breathe baby, breathe. In and out, good girl, you did so well."

Your lower abdomen begins to heat up quickly once more and you grab his hand, trying to push it back down where it's already aching again, "Keep g-going," you whisper hoarsely. 

"You sure? We can take a break-"

You shake your head adamantly, "Want you."

Thinking back on that day, you'll always remember it as the color gold. The feeling of a warm sun. The smell of flowers and sweat. The taste of salty tears and sweet lips. The sound of his deep voice reassuring you that he'll go slow even as you had urged him to hurry. 

Looking back, you're grateful that he was so gentle with you. At least one of you was thinking clearly. He was so careful and kind, never taking the chance of hurting you even as you begged him for more. It hurt at first, but the pain subsided quickly and rapidly turned into something much more addicting.

You kept forgetting it was his first time too, he seemed so experienced. It was as if he knew your body like it was his favorite book, the one he'd read over a hundred times until the pages were frayed. He treated you better than anyone in this world has ever treated you.

Even as you cried and shook with the adrenaline coursing through your veins, he held you close and brought you over the edge with him, never letting you feel anything other than complete and utter relief and comfort. 

When it was over, he held you in his arms even as the sun had dipped behind the horizon and the stars lit up the entire sky. 

It would be a lie to say you didn't cry more from the love alone. It's like he's full of it, pouring the glittering warm liquid into your heart and never running out. 

You want to give him that much and more in return. 

Little do you know, you have always given it to him. He's going to spend every waking moment filling your heart in return for the love you've shown him, even at the times he least deserved it. 

"I love you, sweetpea," he had whispered in your ear, his eyes drifting over the starlight that decorated your naked skin as his hand caressed your tummy. 

And you felt it; with each kiss and each whisper that tickled your ear, each swipe of his warm fingers on your belly. 

Patience and kindess. Terrifying excitement. Warmth and laughter. Inky swirls decorating every inch.

Starlight and golden rivers. 

That's how you'll describe love to anyone that asks. 

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a/n: hope u liked it~

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