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mikrokcsmos · 1 year

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Beautiful Dreamer

synopsis; in which you’re on your honeymoon, and though you should be enamored by the sights around you – you still believe that your husband is better.

pairing; husband!taehyung x wife!reader

genre; fluff, established relationship, marriage au, honeymoon au

rating; PG-13

warnings; a LOT of nuzzling

w/c; 979

a/n; he’s so dreamy.

He leans sideways against the tall, thick wooden railing, right arm folded over on top, hand tucked into his armpit. The other arm’s elbow dangles over the edge, his chin resting on it’s left hand as he gazes dreamily at the scenery in front of him.

You take up the same position next to him, albeit your dreamy gaze is zeroed in on him instead.

“What are you thinking about, husband?” Your voice is light and airy, not too loud, but not too soft either. He closes his eyes briefly to allow it to wash over him, only putting him in an even deeper state of tranquility.

He hums, a soft smile blooming over his features. He keeps his eyes closed, answering you with another question.

“What do you think I’m thinking about, wife?”

You scoot closer to him on the railing, and without hesitation, he lifts his left arm up to allow you to tuck yourself into his side. He nuzzles the top of your head, nose nestled in your hair, the lavender honey scent he’s come to know and love overtakes his senses for a moment. His arm wraps loosely around your waist, hand coming to lay on your stomach.

You take his left hand in yours, fingers playing with the thick, gold band of his wedding ring that you had the pleasure of putting there only but a few days ago when you said ‘I do’.

“Would it be selfish of me to say that I want you to be thinking of me?”

He chuckles, the vibration that exudes from his chest you can feel through your back as it lightly jostles you with its intensity.

You tilt your head to look back up at him, small frown adorning your lips that he gives a chaste peck too, the curve of your lips now threatening to curl at the act.

“What’s so funny, pray tell?” Your brow quirks up, which upside down, makes you look silly. He gives your nose a soft nuzzle, voice lilting with a teasing tone.

“The fact that you believe I would even be thinking of anything else but you, my love. That is funny.”

A loud mother duck, who has her hands full trying to get all her ducklings in line and back into the water off to the side of the wooden deck, is what breaks you two out of your lovesick haze.

Leaning back against Taehyung, you both watch as one by one, the ducklings plop haphazardly back into the water. Each one squawks momentarily in fear of their head being beneath the water for too long, before the mother duck nuzzles them back upright.

Taehyung now looks at you, your expression akin to something of both longing and fear. His fingers tap against your stomach, his voice caressing your outer earlobe that causes goosebumps to erupt onto your skin.

“What’s troubling you, sweetheart?”

As he rubs your stomach, you can’t help the anxiety that slowly begins to build within you, nerves on edge of the insecurity that passes through your lips. It has his heart clenching.

“Do you think I’m gonna be a good mom?” He can feel the emotion you try your best to keep tucked within you, and kneeling down beside you, he gently turns you to face him, his head now perfectly aligned with your barely there baby bump.

His hands come up to cup your stomach gently, as if afraid the weight of his hands alone could harm the little life that’s growing day by day inside of you. Like he did with your nose earlier, he nuzzles your baby bump with his nose, before giving it a loving kiss and fixing his brown orbs back onto yours.

“Sweetheart, you’re going to be an amazing mom.” His smile is boxy and wide, eyes shining with excitement. Your eyes begin to water, lip trembling.

“You’re going to be an amazing father, Tae.”

His eyes get glossy, and the setting sun on the horizon only makes his features glow even brighter. The baby pink shirt he wears makes you envision a little girl running around his kneeling figure, pulling and tugging on said shirt with little pleas of wanting to be held and loved by her daddy.

“She is going to love you, and have her wrapped around her little finger, mark my words.”

He lets out a watery chuckle, sniffling and wiping his nose with the back of his hand, before standing back up. He places his hands on your hips, thumbs rubbing circles into your sides as he tilts his head at you in wonder.

“Oh, really? You believe it’s gonna be a girl?”

You nod, confident in your gut feeling.

“Well, if she’s anything like you–,” he starts, stepping closer to you to place kisses on each part of your face, you giggling the whole time. And as he kisses each part, he names them off one by one. “–your eyes, your nose, your cheeks, your dimples, your mouth.”

The lingering kiss he leaves you on your lips has you arching your back into him in order to get closer and deepen it. His hands slide up your body to caress each side of your neck as he stares into your eyes with nothing but love and promise.

His lips move, his words reaching the very depths of your soul to gently envelope and ease away any and all doubts or worries you might’ve had about being a mother.

“It’s not always easy growing a little life inside of you. The morning sickness. The hormones. The changes to your body. The sleeplessness. Yet, when it all gets too hard, just remember how powerful you really are. You are growing a life inside of you, and that is incredible. You are incredible.”

And, as always, he was right.

You do become an amazing mom.

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ninjasmudge · 2 years

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this is a little au me and @lego-sand came up with (that we are co-owning) called the honeymoon au!

its a fun au and while there is some plot, most of the premise is pretty simple: dying was such a shock to the system for macaque that it actually cleared his head, and he realised that both he and swk were to blame for the fight. he started visiting swk on ffm and they grew closer again over a few hundred years until macaque moved back in to live there. pretty much this entire au is them being sweet and fun and arguing over whether or not death voids a marriage

later on, swk still chooses mk as a successor, only this time he has to listen to his two mentors be sickeningly domestic

feel free to send asks about it to either me or kai sand, since we'll share them in dms!

#lego monkie kid #monkie kid #ofc lbd is still about but its MOSTLY abt them being stupid fun and making mk try their awful drinks #honeymoon au #mk #mk art #my art #also kai sands art #sun wukong #lmk sun wukong #shadowpeach #six eared macaque #lmk macaque #liu er mihou

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shadowofchwe · 2 years

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paradise | joshua hong

An ocean view is great, really. But the best view is your gorgeous new husband between your legs.

🌅 Pairing: husband!joshua x reader

🌅 Word Count: 1.4k

🌅 Rating: 18+

🌅 Genre: Smut, mostly pwp, some fluff, a little crack humor, honeymoon au, established relationship

🌅 Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content (right into the smut lol), oral (f receiving), mention of oral (m receiving), biting, slight mention of exhibitionism, Josh's terrible humor and married banter 🤩, two idiots in love honestly, hair pulling, wedding ring kink (idk if that's a thing but), fingering, very very brief mention of reader biting lip hard enough to draw blood, cum eating, making out, marking, grinding, groping, unprotected sex (be safe pls), praise, mostly soft love making™️ tbh

A/N: I have an unhealthy obsession with Ray Joshua and to me he just screams sexy times on the beach on your honeymoon with your new husband 🫠 Writing this literally destroyed me and made me permanently delulu so I hope you enjoy 🥹 Thank you for all your love and support towards me and my writing you're all so so lovely 🥺💙 Also fic will be below the cut since it starts with the smut right away hehe

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"God," you sighed out as the summer sun bathed you in warmth, "this is fucking paradise."

A grumble sounded from below you, "Easy for you to say. Your loving husband is eating you out. In front of an ocean view, might I add."

"Hey, I just came out here to lounge on our amazing balcony with my gorgeous husband. You're the one who decided to relocate your face between my legs- Ow!" you cried out at the sudden feeling of teeth on your thigh.

"Don't act like you weren't moments away from coming. I could feel you."

A chill ran through you at his words, but you were still readying another smart remark.

“Don’t act like I didn’t give you the suck of your life when you woke up this morning.”

When he didn’t respond, you decided to chance looking down, and your brain immediately short circuited.

Your husband’s head had surfaced, and he literally looked like sex. His burgundy curls were in disarray, his dark eyes were slightly glazed over, and he had you all over his pretty pink lips.

“Don’t you know it’s rude to interrupt someone when they’re eating.” he chastised you before sensually licking his lips clean, and you felt yourself clench around nothing.

You took a quick glance around. The balcony of your honeymoon suite was private enough, but you weren’t completely out of view of the other guests. Anyone who looked for more than a few seconds would be able to see exactly what was going on.

You, sprawled out on a lounger, sundress bunched up around your hips, your skin flushed and glistening with sweat, and your husband, Joshua, on his knees with his head buried between your legs. The thought made you feel hot all over.

“Mmm,” Joshua hummed as he followed your gaze, “we are giving people quite the show, aren’t we?”

You leaned down closer to him, making sure to keep your voice low, “You don’t actually think anyone is watching us, do you?”

“I have no idea, angel. You know that I only have eyes for you. Besides, I haven’t seen anything for the last ten minutes except the inside of your cunt so.”

“Josh!” you practically squealed, your face burning bright red as you tried to hide behind your hands.

He feigned innocence, giving you a cute little lopsided smile.

“What? You have your view, and I have mine. Although, I definitely think that out of the two of us, I’m the one that’s in the splash zone right now.”

“Oh my God, stop! Please just stop talking." you begged, even though you were still laughing slightly because you loved your idiot husband so damn much it almost killed you.

Joshua's face lit up at the sound, positively beaming from ear to ear as he stared up at you.

"I love you." he said softly, the declaration warming you even more than the tropical sun above.

"I love you too." you voiced, grinning back at him like a lovesick fool.

"And lucky for you," he murmured as his lips glided over the inside of your thigh, "my mouth has more pressing matters to attend to."

Your back arched against the lounger when he dove back in without hesitation, his nose bumping against your clit as he resumed fucking you with his skilled tongue.

A series of breathy moans left your lips, and one of your hands reached down to find a home in your husband's dark red curls. Your wedding ring glinted beautifully in the sun as your nails scraped against his scalp. You could feel the cool metal of Joshua's own band from his fingers digging into your thighs to hold you in place.

Your free hand reached above you to grab onto the back of the lounger, your grip instantly tightening the moment your husband's lips wrapped around your clit. Your body instinctively squirmed at the sensation, but Joshua was quick to throw his arm over your hips to press you down into the chair.

You watched as his muscles flexed deliciously from the effort of holding you down. You were so distracted by the sight that you hadn't even noticed the movement of his other hand. Until you were crying out, your body practically jolting at the feeling of two of his long fingers plunging inside of you.

"Fuck fuck fuck." you cursed as his tongue simultaneously flicked over your bundle of nerves.

You pulled harshly at his burgundy strands, and your husband grunted in response before grazing his teeth against your clit. You bit your lip so hard you thought it might draw blood, just to keep from screaming out loud. His fingers were stroking you just right, and the suction from his sinful mouth had you feeling ready to float up and out of your body

"Joshua…fuck…I'm so close." you breathed out, everything else in the world falling away except for you and the beautiful man between your legs.

"Let go for me, angel. Fuck, wanna taste you." your husband beckoned huskily, and you readied yourself to topple off and over that ledge.

Joshua gave you the final push when you felt his teeth on you again, and you turned to bury your face into the chair to muffle your choked out moan as you came. Your husband removed his fingers from you before greedily drinking up your release, and you whimpered softly as you tried to regain your grip on reality.

"Mmm, angel, you taste like fucking paradise."

He made a show of licking his face and fingers clean, keeping his eyes locked with your own the entire time. You weakly reached out to grab onto the collar of his lacy white shirt and tried to pull him up. Joshua quickly got the hint and hauled his body up so that he was hovering over you, and you could immediately feel how hard he was just from eating you out.

You lifted your head to claim his mouth, moaning as soon as you tasted yourself on him. Your legs wrapped around his waist to pull him in closer, and Joshua immediately deepened the kiss and stole away what little breath you had left.

He rolled his hips and you gasped as you felt his still covered cock press against your core. His lips moved to attach themselves to your neck, and he immediately started sucking color into the sensitive skin. Your hands were in his hair again, holding him to you as you sighed out in pleasure.

His hands were all over you. Running up your sides, groping your breasts, sneaking underneath your sundress to push the garment up even higher. It was too much and not enough all at once. You still found yourself wanting more. Needing more. Every part of you was screaming out for him.

"Joshua…need you. Inside me…please. Now." you pleaded breathlessly, hips rising up to meet him.

Your husband groaned before rutting against you once again, "Fuck, angel. Here? Are you sure?"

You were so out of your mind with want for him that you couldn't even really be bothered about still being somewhat out in the open anymore.

"Yes. Just fuck me, please." you answered, voice dripping with need as your fingers began clumsily undoing the buttons of his shirt.

Joshua let out an impatient growl before taking over for you and unbuttoning the rest of his shirt in seconds. You pushed the garment off his broad shoulders and down his arms before reaching down to pull his cock out of his swim trunks.

He hissed as soon as your hand wrapped around him, and strong arms caged you in on either side of the lounger as Joshua lowered his weight on top of you. You wasted no time in lining him up with your dripping entrance, and moaned out when you felt him start to push into you a moment later.

You could feel his hot breath on your neck as he steadily sunk further between your walls.

"Fucking hell, angel. You always take me so well." Joshua praised you once he had buried himself to the hilt.

Your fingers dug into his biceps as he slowly drew back out before pushing all the way back in.

"God," you rasped out, "you feel so good."

He started a rhythm of slow deep strokes that had your back rising off of the chair once again. You could feel every inch of him dragging inside you, and it was like the sweetest torture.

Minutes slipped away, and you lost count of how much time you spent lazily making love to each other under the heat of the sun. Nothing more than a clumsy tangle of limbs and whispered sweet nothings. Simply, paradise.

#seventeen #joshua hong #seventeen smut #joshua smut #seventeen fic #joshua fic #honeymoon au

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skyler10fic · 11 months

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For my honeymoon AU fic, Sweet Like Honey, a little scrapbook of their memories together!

@marvelfemslashweek - AU, fluff, hope

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ronkoza · 7 months

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some practice drawings

Tor belongs to @littleulvar

#original character #modern au #arne #tor #aka silly cows in love at honeymoon in italy #pastel goth druids

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oceantornadoo · 4 months

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Imagine trying to get mafia!Simon to take you away on a vacation. He’s been so stressed lately, and you want to be a good wife, and get him away from it for a while.

It also doesn’t hurt that you want him completely alone, while not picking up on how he wants the exact same thing…😩😩😩

yummy. this has a smidgen of primal prey and exhibitionism with a small side of breeding kink

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“hi.” you sat down on the couch, taking advantage of a rare day where simon was home before dinner. you had been sleeping together (actually sleeping) since the incident, but every morning he’d leave at 6am with only a forehead kiss and you wouldn’t see him until that night, sneaking under the covers with you and falling asleep immediately. you wanted more, you wanted your husband, but unfortunately his work was keeping him extremely busy.

simon missed you so much it ached. today was a rare occasion and he was hoping to actually spend some time with you, maybe another kiss or two. he fucked his fist daily in his morning shower, thinking about you, but never had time for anything more. so when you looked at him slyly and mentioned “you know we never had a honeymoon…”, he is all over it, immediately telling his bosses he’ll be gone for a week and booking flights to territories far outside any mafia business.

which is how you ended up on one of those private islands in the caribbean, only you two and the ocean for miles and miles. you’ve decided you need to have your husband, all of him, and are finally comfortable enough to go all the way with him. it’s just a matter of making him see that…

“so if we’re all alone…” you say after breakfast the first day, taking in the sunlight and how your backyard connects to the beach. “and i don’t want tan lines…” simon’s eyes are on you, burning holes into the skimpy bikini you have on, mask halfway up his face from eating breakfast up. he’s taking in all your curves, bit of belly and some stretch marks, cataloging every piece that you’re allowing him to see. your hands track his movements sensually, sliding up from your waist to your neck, and ever so slowly, undoing the ties of your top. you hold them there for a second, reveling in the hunger in your husbands eyes. you untie the straps at the waist and the top falls, baring all of your tits to a man who might devour you right here, right now.

to cover the blush on your face, you turn around, working your bikini bottoms off, adding some sway into your hips. you bend over, fully naked, and hear something between a whine and a growl from behind you. you turn around again, baring all of you this time. if he can’t tell you want him by this, you might need to just jump on him. there’s a glint in his eyes, a reminder of ghost, the man who gets what he wants no matter what.

you’re running towards the beach, simon right behind you. he’s stripping off his shirt and mask as he goes, too caught up in the moment of care. your feet touch the ocean, stopping for a second to take in the salt in the air. that was your mistake.

simon grabs you from behind, marking you with bruises that will last for days. “thought you could run, wife? could tease me and leave?” you’re clawing at him, pretending to struggle while secretly loving it, loving this man who can catch on so well to what you want. “say red if you want me to stop.” he whispers and you nod. simon bites down on your shoulder and you gasp, the sensation so foreign. through the pain you find pleasure in being marked his, finally. he presses you against him, clad in only boxers, allowing you to feel how hard you make him. you try to run again, only moving because he lets you, making it so your torso is above the water.

simon is right there with you, standing in this ocean, captivated by you. “i’m glad we’re finally alone.” he says, stopping the scene from before so you know how much he wants you. “me too.” you reply, hands running up his torso you’ve felt in the dark but never seen. and finally your hands make it to his face, thumbs running over faded scars and bruises. you pull him in for a deep kiss, murmuring “thank you” in between kisses, grateful for this man showing you all of him. he picks you up, chest to chest, hand pulling your hair as waves gently hit you both from behind. simon is done with this, the teasing and the wanting, he just wants to take you.

so he’s running again towards the house, desperate to have you. he lays you out on the kitchen counter, a meal he’s waited weeks for. your kisses turn sloppy and he stops them, causing you to whine. “let me taste my wife, yeah?” and you nod. he makes his way down, licking your nipples, giving you slight bites when you try to tug him down more. next is your stomach, where he places reverent kisses so you know how much he loves it. finally he’s right there, licking the salt from the juncture of your thighs. your hand finds his hair and tugs it, so he tugs your nipple right back. “siii” you moan. he noses the outside of your clit, a sharp gasp bursting from your throat. “that’s what i thought.” he dives in, moving your legs over his shoulders, he starts slow, licking the remaining water from your folds. kitten licks, getting accustomed to the scent of you, his day old scruff scratching your thighs. he moves toward your hole, swirling his tongue around before finally plunging in. he’s sure to keep his nose against you clit as he tastes you, the squelching sounds increasing with every lick.

he moves his right hand from your thigh to your ass, thumb on your other hole, pausing to let you tell him off. when you don’t, he presses in slightly, just the tip of his thumb, giving you more pressure. he can tell you’re on the top of your orgasm, your walls sucking his tongue in as your whines get more desperate. he hums “come for me, lovie.” and there you are, walls clenching around nothing as he pays attention to your clit. he pushes his thumb in a bit more into your ass, prolonging your orgasm as you feel full and empty at the same time.

“simon, fuck.” you whimper at your husband between your thighs. he slowly removes himself, thumb out of you, as he gives you a slow smile, covered in your juices. he climbs forward to kiss you and just as he does, inserts two fingers into your aching cunt. you moan into his mouth, needing more. he knows. “what do you need, lovie?” simon smirks down at you, knowing you’re absolutely cockdrunk and he hasn’t even fucked you yet. “i need…” you lose your nerve, suddenly aware of being fully naked with the doors open. anyone could walk by your villa and see you spread out in front of your husband. like a switch, the thought turns you on.

“i need you to fuck me.” you say, gaining courage. he raises his eyebrows, surprised at his little wife finally saying what she wants. his dick has recovered from the ocean water so he drags down his boxers, letting you see it jut out against his stomach, leaking precum.

“need who to fuck you?” he asks, somehow climbing on the table, forearms braced against your head as his dick lays on your cunt, teasing your clit. “say it.” he growls, pinching your nipple because of your silence. you draw him in for a quick kiss, a moment of tenderness, letting him see the trust in your eyes. “need my husband to fuck his wife.” you reply, hand snaking down to pump his cock. he grunts, cock lengthening at your touch. he lays his hand on top of yours as you guide his cock to your entrance. he takes a second to read your clit with it, and while you’re gasping at the sensation, he slots it in.

you both moan at the contact, reveling in the feeling. his thumb finds your clit, swirling it as he works his way in, small strokes until you fully let him in. finally his hips are against yours, his face in the crook of your neck. “simon.” you cry, needing him to move. and he does, hips pumping into you as he rises up, one hand under your head to protect it as the other plays with your clit. you’re already on edge from his fingers, so when he changes the angle to hit your pubic bone, you’re there, walls spasming around his cock as he draws it in and out. “you feel so good, lovie. i want to make this longer but fuck.” your nails draw his hips in, letting him use you to reach his orgasm. you give him sloppy kisses, saliva dripping down to spread beneath your tits, showing him how much you want him to use you as you suck his tongue.

“come in me, si. want you to get me pregnant.” you both know you’re on birth control but that doesn’t matter in the moment. “waddling around, everyone’ll know how good you fuck your wife.” that’s it, simon’s cumming in you, white liquid seeping down your folds as your womb can’t contain all of it. you both leave his cock in you as he collapses into you, breathing hard. “want you to fuck me like that all the time, si.” you whisper, letting him know how much you liked that. “gonna be a good little wife for me? bend over anytime i want?”

“yes sir.”

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley smut #cod 141 #simon riley wife #mafia au #fluff #breeding k1nk #honeymoon #tornadothoughts

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ruporas · 9 months

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honeymoon phase! (ID in alt)

#vashwood #vash the stampede #nicholas d wolfwood #trigun #trigun maximum #me when the modern au fluff gets to me viciously #i LOVE modern au... i'm so weak to it... augh..... i love them in another universe getting the chance to be mushy and sweet *explodes*#most of all i just like to see wolfwood in his full element of being able to love and care about someone so openly and honestly.#it's what he was meant to do... what he wants to do.. what he deserves to do T_T but anyway. this can be interpreted as their many years to #come honeymoon phase but i do think modern au vw would have like their 2 year break up that devastates the both of them and irreversibly #changes their lives but it wouldnt be anything nasty. it just is. and then their lives go on as is for those 2 years before they steadily #and veryyyy very very very slowly get to around a second chance for each other. never necessarily awkward but theyre obviously afraid of #hurting and being hurt and also uncertain of what's right for themselves. but then they'll just get it one day and then they get married!#that's my ideal modern au vision anyway...... happy end... with so much emotional devastation of unspoken feelings and personal life troubl #ruporas art

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lemon-wedges · 1 year

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Gambling Night

#herlock sholmes #yujin mikotoba #homumiko #ace attorney #the art of a lemon wedge #the question is #fake dating au or already togehter au when disguising as a couple after their honeymoon #on one hand fake dating is torture for them #on the other already together is torture of EVERYONE ELSE #i like to headcanon that jigoku and genshin find herlock kind of annoying but hes mikotobas summer fling so they tolerate #like #im so happy for you and your ugly boyfriend i am SO serious #so running into them while theyre in disguise and having to watch mikotoba clown it up with the couple pda leaves them like #:|#anyways #AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

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zellink · 3 months

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young at last, at last.

#you ever think like.. they finally have a chance to be young. for real this time #just going around hyrule on an eternal honeymoon #yeah i think about that a lot.#zelink #tears of the kingdom #the legend of zelda #zelda #link #totk #breath of the wild #flowerpower art #yes i doodled instead of writing. bc my brain cant form words #yes her shirt looks a bit modern but this is not a modern au lol #they’re somewhere in the woods in akkala near their dream home #hanging out and chilling and smooching post totk<3

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ninjasmudge · 2 years

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if swk doesnt pick maq up at least once a day he gets sad

#lego monkie kid #monkie kid #honeymoon au #forgot to upload this before sfrghfhgfjhhjn #mk #mk art #my art #shadowpeach #sun wukong #lmk sun wukong #six eared macaque #lmk macaque #shorts say gods special boy OFC #the god being swk ofc ofc

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lefttoesucker · 3 months

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Not much for the beach, Johny?

Turns our he doesn't mind the beach when Ghost is around...

My babies for real <3

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mimithealpaca · 10 months

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cutest in the world

this set in the same AU as overdue honeymoon

#togachako #ochatoga #uraraka x toga #bkdk #bakudeku #ktdk #katsudeku #mini comic #bnha #mha #mha 364 #bnha 364 #mha spoilers #paint tool sai #overdue honeymoon au #vampire toga himiko #vampire hunter bakugou katsuki #mimithealpaca #omg i was going to queue this for the weekend but it didn't work so uh spoilers for now

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skyler10fic · 10 months

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Sweet Like Honey: Ch. 5 Just Keep Swimming

A morning run turns into a dangerous situation, but Daisy and Carol can take care of themselves. Then a whale watch leads to meeting some new friends, both human and marine.

Note: This chapter contains brief harassment/cat-calling, but Daisy and Carol swiftly teach the boys a lesson so not too much to be triggered by here. Still, fyi.

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The call of gulls overhead and the early beachcombers in tracksuits were the only sounds besides the relentless tide when Daisy and Carol went for their run on the path along the shore. It was still chilly in the morning air, and Daisy yawned when they stopped for a traffic crossing. Running wasn’t Daisy’s favorite way to wake up, but Carol loved how energized she felt and said it helped her to start the day with a clear head. So Daisy came too, because she’d do just about anything Carol requested, especially if it was to bond in some way or spend time together.

And Carol had given Daisy a clear deadline. She didn’t have to get up early and run forever. Just for the summer, and it’d be cooler in the mornings anyway, which was better than the heat of the day at least. Daisy rationalized this to herself instead of dwelling on the fact that she’d still have the weekly evening and weekend classes at the gym she was already signed up for.

Carol inhaled the salty air. “God, this feels so good. Nothing like a morning by the beach.”

Daisy rolled her eyes and took a drink from her water bottle. Carol waved to the left at the seniors looking for shells left over from high tide, at the dog walkers and fellow runners on the path, and to their right at the cafe owners opening their restaurants for the day. Daisy had to admit it was amusing seeing her like this, in her element. She wondered if Carol was like this at home in their neighborhood too. They’d run together in the mornings before on weekends, but at a later hour and mainly at the park or on their way to get coffee and breakfast at the cafe down the road. However, they were much more likely to take evening walks together, catching up on each other’s days and stopping to chat with neighbors. Early morning running, however, was not on Daisy’s daily to-do list like it was for Carol.

Daisy was rudely interrupted in her mixed feelings by the catcalls of a pair of young, drunk frat bros ahead of them, making their way home after being out all night.

“Hey ladies,” one slurred as the other whistled. “Hey! I’m talking to you.”

Daisy and Carol ignored them, hoping to pass by without incident, but the guys stepped in their path.

They openly checked out Daisy and Carol and asked, “Do you run a lot? Is that how you stay so sexy?”

It would have been easy to outrun them if the guys hadn’t been so directly stationed in their path on the sidewalk. There were no side streets to cut down right here, and the beach to the left had turned into high sand dunes.

Daisy and Carol exchanged a glance and took the only other route they had: an alleyway leading to another row of shops on the other side. The alley was arguably more dangerous, hidden from the open public, but the other street would be more populated.

The two boys were faster than they thought and followed them into the alleyway. One stumbled, but the other caught up to them and grabbed Daisy’s wrist. He sized them up quickly, but not accurately, picking the girl who had practically grown up in a dojo. In half a second, Daisy had him pinned to the dirty brick wall, begging for mercy. The other ran up to help his friend, and Carol stepped in his path with fists clenched at her sides, with a clear challenge to go ahead and try. He reconsidered and backed away, hands out and open.

“We didn’t mean it, I swear,” he mumbled. He tripped backward on the crumbled asphalt and fell on his ass with his hands still up in innocence.

Carol stood over him and cleared her throat. “My wife could kill you. This is her being nice. Show a little more gratitude.”

“Sorry, ma’am, sorry.” Closer up, Carol noticed he was still wearing his high school golf team T-shirt and his babyface had barely any stubble after, presumably, being out all night.

Carol kept watch on the one half-crawling/half-backing away, while Daisy shoved the first against the wall harder and said, “I didn’t hear you.”

“Sorry! We didn’t know,” he slurred.

Carol hummed in skepticism and looked between them as a hunter deciding on prey. “We think you did know better. Swear you won’t do it again to anyone else and we won’t charge you with assault. There’s an officer a block behind us, and I’m sure he’d love to see your IDs, which I’m sure are very real.”

“We swear!” They cowered again. With wide eyes and pale in fear, these were nothing more than intoxicated boys who had no real physical strength or size. Speed, sure, but easily spooked.

Daisy and Carol nodded to each other and decided to let them go. The grown women knew what the boys didn’t yet. Even if they somehow flagged down an officer, with nothing really to prove intention and possible charges against Daisy if the officer was sympathetic to the boys, there was little the law could do. But for today at least, the lesson had been taught.

Daisy and Carol backed away down the alleyway toward the busier shopping street, and the guys scrambled to run away, but stumbled into each other and fell into the brick wall and onto the sidewalk. Deciding the show was over, Daisy and Carol ran back to their resort without stopping to chat with anyone who waved hello or offered to sell them breakfast treats.

Inside their room, they took off their shoes and socks and put down their water bottles, then Daisy went directly to the sink to wash the feeling of the man’s clothes off her hands. Carol knew exactly what they needed to help them calm down. She wordlessly started both heads of the double shower and then returned to Daisy’s side.

“C’mere.” Carol opened her arms and Daisy accepted gladly in a needed, if sweaty, hug. “You are incredible. And brave. And strong. And I think they never saw that coming.”

Daisy sighed sadly. “I just wish we didn’t have to be.”

“I know,” Carol comforted, soothing her hand across Daisy’s back as the water heated up. “I know.”

They undressed and got in the luxurious, comforting shower. Their lavender shower gel relaxed them, and when they were clean, Carol massaged Daisy’s shoulders and arms. Daisy kissed her deeply in return, gently pushing her to lean back against the shower wall. They touched and kissed away their fear and anger and sadness until all that was left was comfort and safety in each other’s arms. Eventually, Daisy turned off the water.

“I know we’re supposed to go to the beach today,” she asked as they toweled off, “but can we just lay around for a while and maybe go after lunch?”

“Of course. Whatever you want.” Carol dried her hair with a towel and brushed it out. Once Daisy had done the same and they were in their PJs, Carol called room service for some pastries and fruit again since that had been a good breakfast before, and they put on a rom-com to get their minds off the whole ordeal.

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They fell asleep before the end of the movie, and when they woke up from their accidental nap, Carol rolled over onto the remote. The Weather Channel started playing loud smooth jazz for the local weather forecast for the week ahead. As Carol scrambled to turn down the volume, Daisy noticed tomorrow was the warmest of their trip. The forecast switched to video of families playing at the beach and information about the relative heat wave. For a place that averaged 78 Fahrenheit (about 25 Celsius) as an annual high, a week in the high 80s Fahrenheit (low 30s Celsius) was the perfect time to enjoy the cool water.

Carol’s phone calendar rang out an alarm, and she grabbed it from the bedside table. “Dammit, I totally forgot,” she cursed her distracted, honeymoon-phase-clouded brain.

“What is it?” Daisy peeked over at the screen in interest.

“It was supposed to be a surprise,” Carol sighed. “And I completely spaced. We have half an hour until our reservation on a whale-watching boat. It’s supposed to be really cool, but I know you wanted to go to the beach today.”

Daisy gestured to the weather, now on a map of the area. “Actually, it’s supposed to be warmer tomorrow. Wanna see if we can still make the boat today and do the beach tomorrow? I kinda feel like getting out of town, to be honest. And your surprise sounds perfect.”

Carol looked up from her phone with hopeful doe eyes. “Yeah?”

“Let’s do it.” Daisy laid her hand on Carol’s for a second and then climbed out of bed to get dressed. “I brought another sundress or these shorts. Which do you like better?”

She held them up to brighten Carol’s spirits and show that she wasn’t disappointed by the change in plans. The movie and rest had done them both a world of good, and they were back to their flirty honeymooning selves.

“I do love the sundress but maybe the shorts for today and save the dress for dinner tomorrow on our last night here?”

“I like the way you think.” Daisy paired the khaki-colored shorts with a black shirt that said “Mrs.” in stylish white cursive—a gift from their bridesmaids. Carol noticed and put on her red shorts with her matching white shirt with “Mrs.” in black. They finished the look with jackets for the windy boat, sneakers, and matching black ballcaps with a small rainbow on the front.

“Here.” Carol took Daisy’s hat and put it on Daisy’s head backward to make the unapologetically queer vibes even louder. Daisy adjusted it in the mirror and gave her a kiss of approval. They knew they were 100% insufferably cute and planned to make it everyone else’s problem today. They deserved it.

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They grabbed a quick lunch and applied sunscreen while on a bus to the pier, making it just in time. On the boat, most of the seats were taken, but they found an unoccupied spot to stand by the railing overlooking the water. Carol stood off-center behind Daisy so she could see over Daisy’s shoulder and wrapped her arms around her. The boat sped through the water at first, then slowed to a near stop as they approached the area where whale activity had last been reported by other boats. Birds flew over the water, occasionally dipping down to catch a fish or bug, but it took a few minutes of careful watching to see anything significant.

“Wait, what’s that?” Daisy tilted down her sunglasses and pointed to something large and black a distance away from the boat. It splashed water in the air and surfaced again, further away. “Is that a fish?”

Next to them, a man with a grey beard, an anchor tattoo, and a P-town Bear Pride T-shirt chuckled and squinted out at the black blob. “Honey, that’s a whale. It’s just farther than it looks.”

Sure enough, they got a more accurate sense of its size as it breached high out of the water and back down with a majestic splash and spray from its blowhole. Another whale-watching boat was much closer to it and clapped at the show, so the gaggle of observers on their boat joined in, including Daisy.

Carol kissed Daisy’s cheek. “I love that you just clapped for a whale.”

“Well, it was a really good jump,” Daisy defended, not too proud to laugh at herself.

The man grinned. “I’m sure she appreciated the applause. They have their favorites and will even bring the young ‘uns around the still, idling boats.”

Daisy and Carol struck up a conversation with the old sailor. He and his husband (who was waiting in line at the boat’s crowded bar) settled down in Boston but spent their summers on the Cape now that they were retired. He told tales of the sea and the tourists, and their younger days in the Navy, sneaking off to be together on shore leave. He also pointed out other sea life and more whales feeding further away that Daisy and Carol would never have noticed on their own. Eventually, his husband waved him over to the bar, and Daisy and Carol said their goodbyes.

As he left, Carol and Daisy exchanged impressed expressions.

“That alone was worth the trip,” Daisy vocalized what they were both thinking.

“I love meeting people like that,” Carol confessed. “I don’t always think to be that person, though.”

“Yeah, it’s easy to assume everyone wants to be left alone.” Daisy paused as more passengers approached their side of the boat. A mother and her young son stood next to them at the railing, looking for whales and dolphins, and Daisy struck up a conversation. “You’ve found a great spot here. It’s my wife and I’s first whale watch, and we have already seen some on this side. How about you guys?”

The mother took in Daisy and Carol’s matching “Mrs.” tops and arms around each other, raised her eyebrows, and then averted her attention to her son, who was attempting acrobatics with the railing. She pointed out sights to him along the shore and watched out for whales on the surface. When they spotted a spout of water toward the front of the boat, she ushered him away to see it.

“Damn,” Carol huffed. “I guess not everyone is friendly here.”

“We tried.” Daisy shrugged. They weren’t going to let one judgy woman ruin their trip, though. They kept their cameras at the ready, and they were rewarded with a pod of dolphins playing nearby. When the dolphins swam away, the boat moved further along the coastline to where more whales had been spotted by another boat.

Carol and Daisy found a seat near the back, where a group was chatting with the ship’s naturalist on staff. She was around their age, with tan skin, a long black ponytail, and a double Venus symbol tattooed on her inner wrist.

“See the pattern on the tail?” the naturalist said to the group and pointed at a photo on her tablet. “That’s how we identify which one is which. It’s sort of like a fingerprint.”

“A tail print!” a small girl shouted out.

“Exactly!” The naturalist agreed and continued talking about how they photograph the whales to track their growth, families, and health from year to year, and then they share that data with other marine life organizations. When her talk was done and the boat idled again, in hopes of a whale sighting, the group dispersed—all except Daisy and Carol, who thanked her for her talk and introduced themselves. Carol remembered her new married name at the last second. It wasn’t the first time she’d introduced herself as Carol Coulson, but it was still new enough that it wasn’t automatic yet. She also introduced Daisy as “my wife,” scoring another point in their little newlywed game.

The naturalist introduced herself as Amy Chavez, one of the newest hires at the tour company. She noted Daisy and Carol’s “Mrs.” shirts under their open jackets.

“Those are so cute. Honeymoon?” She grinned.

Carol blushed. “Is it that obvious?”

“Oh yeah,” Amy laughed again. “My girlfriend and I will have to keep those shirts in mind for next year.”

“Ooo,” Daisy leaned in. “Are you planning on proposing soon?”

“We’re long distance right now, but as soon as she finishes grad school…” Amy trailed off on a sing-song note, hinting that she had big plans for their future together. “She’s actually in town tonight and we’re going to a Pride kickoff party at a P-town club. There’s supposed to be a great DJ and a drag show. Are you going?”

Daisy and Carol exchanged interested looks.

“We don’t have any other plans,” Carol said, watching for Daisy’s reaction.

“I’m in if you are,” Daisy replied to Carol. Amy gave them the link to the event web page. It looked official, endorsed by the local Pride organization and the town business guild, but with an affordable cover if they registered online.

They enjoyed the rest of the whale watch and learned a lot from Amy—both about the wildlife and the queer scene in Provincetown.

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When they were back on Wi-Fi at the resort, Carol opened the website and bought their tickets. She had propped up a spare pillow and sat on the bed, and Daisy laid on her stomach facing her, idly tracing her fingers up and down Carol’s leg.

“So,” Daisy began as Carol completed the purchase on her phone. “Did you know she was queer or did you just think she was hot?”

Carol redirected her attention to read Daisy’s playful expression. “On the one hand, the tattoo was gonna be pretty misleading if she wasn’t. And her bag had a scissor charm, so she could have just been really into crafts, I guess.”

“Look at you, the lesbian detective,” Daisy flirted and traced her fingers higher on Carol’s thigh. “So observant. I’m impressed.”

“On the other hand, okay yes, she was hot,” Carol admitted. “But you were checking her out too!”

“I never said I wasn’t.” Daisy winked and then sat up as another thought occurred to her. “Oh hey, I wonder if any of the Ps and As will be there.”

“The who?” Carol was distracted making sure the confirmation email came through and saving the event tickets to her phone.

“Kate and Harry and David and all of them from the pool. Maybe if Kate’s there, we can introduce her to Amy and her partner, so she knows more of the community than just her cousin’s friends.”

Carol agreed and cheered when the confirmation email showed up. Now they just needed to get dinner and then find something to wear.

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