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listen he can quit any time he wants
#my art#mario#super mario bros#luigi#bowser#bowuigi#bowluigi#bowser x luigi#my extremely controversial ‘smoker Luigi’ fanon#smoking#don’t smoke tho actually#also idk bowser was just kinda standing there so I put some ice cream in his hand
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One of my favorite things is little lines of dialogue like this that imply Luigi is perhaps the most underestimatable bastard in the entire Mario universe.
#Heck in the RPGs it took four entire games before Bowser realized that maybe Luigi is enough of a threat to refer to him by name#Yes Mario also looks silly but he's got a confidence and charisma that precedes him#Meanwhile Luigi is like... your fruity bookworm neighbor who cries at soap operas and startles when someone sneezes.#It's definitely both a gift and a curse#because on one hand Luigi craves a little bit of respect for the things he's accomplished#and has the natural human desire to look cool and be cool#but he exudes such a strong aura of ''soft bullyable punching bag''#that even the likes of King Boo tend to forget how much of a threat he is until it's too late.#Luigi can lower the guard of anyone#even those who should know better.#Luigi's Mansion 3#Mario and Luigi Brothership#Brothership Spoilers#Mario Analysis#Luigi Mario
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Just a few more little sketches from the Elderly AU haha
#bowuigi#luigi#bowser#sketch#elderly au#old people#senior au#super mario#the thing that Luigi is holding were SUPPOSE to be teeth but I suck a drawing#also I can’t draw hands no one judge me
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When Luigi and Bowser go out together Peach watches Bowser Jr. He calls her his aunt and they bake goodies together.
#bowuigi#bowser jr#princess peach#Mario is also there most of the time#Though he's more hands off (Bowser would incinerate him if he so much as looked at his son funny)
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*Literally less than 1 second later*

🤨 📸
#caught in 4k#bowuigi#bowuigi deniers explain this#but also like#explain that whole scene#also is luigi biting his lip?#genuinely can’t tell#bowser creates sexual/romantic tension as an interrogation method confirmed??#the result is 50/50#on one hand ‘yes sir I’ll tell you everything sir’ on the other#’cant answer your questions sorry cant remember my name let alone anything else’#’bowser literally said luigis mustache looks like Mario’s and is realizing they might#be related’ ok but no they dont#luigis mustache is wildly different than marios so
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Funny how Bowser is personally responsible for the very last thing he wanted to happen in this movie: Peach and Mario bonding. Peach wanted to defend her kingdom, and Mario just wanted his brother back. Bowser was the impending threat to the Mushroom Kingdom and was holding Luigi to get to Mario. You've only got yourself to blame, Koopa Stoopa.
I don't have much else to add to this. You pretty much summed it up.
Everyone else is free to add their thoughts to this 🙌
#this ask is also old#I have more time on my hands right now so I'm using some of my chill out time to answer asks#sorry for the lateness#super mario#the super mario bros movie#super mario movie#mario movie#bowser#dannypageoflight#multicolour ink answers
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600 words added to my Wicked Game planning doc and you should all be worried lol
It's gonna take me at least two years and probably more to get there, given my current posting speed, but BE WORRIED
#out here developing plot points for the final climax of wicked game#which really is going to take me years to get to at this point#why am i always so longwinded#but also it is AMAZING how fleshing out a character and changing their alignment and motivations for additional internal conflict#can just make things fall into place#you should all be worried I have a job where I can easily run plot ideas and scenarios in the back of my head honestly#i have way too much mental time on my hands#but anyway#buckle in guys we're approaching the bumpy parts of the story#whenever i upload#to be fair#i want to try to move towards an update schedule of every month/ every other month#but now that i've said that i will absolutely be thwarted#we'll see how long it lasts though#my current goal is chapter 9 uploaded on November 1st#bowuigi#luigi#bowser#bowser x luigi#luigi x bowser#wicked game fic#wicked game
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One of my favorite things about the Mario movie Bowuigi scene is the small possibility of someone recreating that said scene, but change it to where Luigi is interrogating Bowser.
#so just to clarify on this roleswap au idea: the only thing that would change is their roles#i.e. Mario and Luigi would be kings of the MK & Dark Lands while Peach and Bowser are plumbers (or something similar) in the real world#now their personalities on the other hand that would stay the same#e.g. King Luigi tries to question Bowser but he's a nervous wreak throughout the entire interrogation#you technically could switch both their roles and their personalities if you really wanted to#but the issue I'm kind of seeing with that is that there wouldn't be much point of a roleswap au at that point#e.g. if you have a roleswap au where Mario and Bowser switched both their roles and their personalities#then at that point I feel like Mario is just a redesigned version of Bowser (and vice versa with Bowser being a redesigned Mario)#does that make sense?#I should mention that I don't hate roleswap aus where both the roles and personalties are swap (I really don't)#but I'm intrigued in the idea of nervous Luigi attempting to interrogate Bowser (a literal 10 ft turtle-dragon who can easily kill him)#I'm not sure if anything I said makes sense but there's my two cents on a possible mario roleswap idea#also I will break your kneecaps if you ship Mario and Luigi together in this roleswap au#bowser#bowser nintendo#luigi#luigi nintendo#bowuigi#bowser x luigi#super mario#super mario bros#super mario movie#super mario bros movie#the super mario bros movie#mario roleswap#role swap au#mario au
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Please do B2 or E3 (which ever you prefer! :D) for Mariocest + Cousin because it’s literally the ot3 of all time <3 <3
APOLOGIES for the delay I've been in a coma fkjkdfg
I ended up doing both just to make up for taking two days to even acknowledge this ask?? Also OT3 of all time??? You're so sweet anon???? Thankyou Thankyou
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#Emile's Arts#Mariocest#The first one is about how my S/I discovers the Mario Bros are romantic#Little idiot Baby doesn't knock#The second one's just an every day occurrence after moving to the Mushroom Kingdom#Anon you are SO sweet#I couldn't get the CRT's angle right I am SO sorry kdfjgkdfg#In the first image the bros are like 13-15 so my S/I is 8-10 or so#Fresh home from school wanted to play Smash like Barbies with his cool cousins#Found them kissing on the ground#IMMEDIATELY lied to Auntie Mia to cover for them and slammed the door in her face#Mario tried to lie his way through a cover up but I had none of that I REFUSE to be lied to#The Mario Brothers kiss on the mouth and also I'm there#That's this ship dynamic so far#I also kiss Mario and hold Weegie's hand it's just MOSTLY them kissing#It's mostly Luigi kissing actually guy's a bike everyone's taking a ride on#While Mario slow burns his way into an Ace4Ace Relationship with Peach#and idk maybe I form something with Bowser whos to say#Right now it's just Mariocest and I am there also#As I deserve#Thankyou very much for sending a request btw!!!!#I literally posted that and then passed out from the weeks stresses but I'm BACK now#so please send more drawing requests thankyou!!!#proship selfship#proselfship
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Hey Piano!
The other day I was looking through Mario movie stuff (A.k.a how I spend most of my free time) and I came across this!

It’s more of a size chart but we still kinda get an idea of how tall everyone is in the movie….so yeah!
Okay, the height difference between Mario and Peach has me convinced that Mario is definitely shorter than 5'1 in this universe. I added a red line here to represent how tall Mario would actually be without his hat:
If each line represented one foot, Mario would be about 5'4, but if that were the case Princess Peach would be 7 feet tall, and Bowser would be almost 12 feet tall (if we're including his shell.)
It is commonly believed that Princess Peach is 6 foot. So, If we recalculate accordingly... that would mean that each line represents roughly 10.3 inches. Based on this assumption, I present to you the new canon heights of the Mario cast:
Do what you will with this information.
#What's crazy is Bowser is both BIGGER than I thought and the Mario bros are smaller than I thought#which I should've seen coming since Bowser was easily able to hold Luigi in one hand#...But Mario... oh Mario I'm so so sorry but how are you so small I'm losing my mind#But I am also very bad at math so if my numbers are off please feel free to correct me#Mario Movie#super mario bros#the super mario brothers#Mario#Luigi#Bowser#Princess Peach#Kamek#Toad#luigi1o27632#askbox
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Lu and day get asked to work in warios casino he gets out fits for them but the tailor mix up the sizes and now they have to do each other’s job will they be alright? How many people will Daisy make cry? How many people will luigi flash? And what if he ends up flashing idk perhaps a boo or koopa? How would they react?
Someone pls make a fic about this I’m begging you
happy bunny year!! 🐰🎉
#nintendo#princess daisy#luigi#super mario bros fanart#luigi nintendo#bowuigi#bowser#daisy nintendo#luigi and daisy#Daisy and luigi#bowigi#booigi#king boo and luigi#king boo#king boo x luigi#bowser and luigi#luigi x bowser#luigi is killin it#someone pls write this#I need this to be a fic#I would do it but I got my hands full#daisy is also killin it#the artist is also killin it
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Happy birthday! 🤠
thank you so much!! :D

#i didnt have any great images to add on hand and i like doing that so heres bowser in tbe abyss#ALSO we should like. actually talk to each other in dms im curious about you!!
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best couple
matching w enhypen at a halloween party
pairing. ot7 enhypen x f!reader
genre. fluff, bit suggestive (?)
wordcount. 0.4k aprox.
HEESEUNG
Of course he's gonna wear a Toy Story costume with you. When you told him the idea you could swear you saw him kicking his feet in the air. He would pull you to his lap any free moment you two got, every couch, every chair, every empty surface. You were his cowgirl for the night, at the party and on his bed.
JAY
Just like in your everyday reality, you almost always helped him with the cooking. He would definitely try to do your make up, not everything, but the little nose and whiskers was a must for him when he first saw you with the cute ears and tail, running towards him to place the hat on his head.
JAKE
If he can carry his girlfriend and show off his muscles to you while also seeing you dressed as his princess, he's going to do it. Have you seen his previous Mario costume? Now he has finally completed his mission. Oh and don't be surprised if every guy that tries to interact with you is now refered as Bowser.
SUNGHOON
He wanted to go to that party in pajamas, like why would you make him wear a suit when he can pull off a weird headband and leave it there? But it all made sense when he saw you with that yellow dress. He was gonna wear the first blazer he saw but he would keep his hand around your waist all night to show you off.
SUNOO
He chose it for you. Since he is already a fox all he had to do was turn you into his favorite bunny. Tons of pics just teasing you, twisting the ears, pulling you from the tail and holding your cheek with his fangs while posing. He was oh so happy because not only he looked adorable, but also his girlfriend.
JUNGWON
Wouldn't be mad if you dressed him up as the prince of your dreams, but this was way funnier. And like this he could enjoy more matching pajamas with you at your sleepovers. He's still making sure like every three minutes that not even one single button is off, that's for him to see later.
NI-KI
Don't blame him if he drags you to play some basketball even though you're freezing in the cold weather, he just wants to see you in action (and for you to play with him for once). He'd also take off his ears until you put them back on his head, next time you should glue 'em while getting both of you ready.
#enhypen#enhypen x reader#enhypen x you#enhypen x yn#heeseung#enhypen fluff#heeseung x reader#heeseung fluff#jay#jay x reader#jay fluff#jake#jake x reader#jake fluff#sunghoon#sunghoon x reader#sunghoon fluff#sunoo#sunoo x reader#sunoo fluff#jungwon#jungwon x reader#jungwon fluff#ni-ki#ni-ki x reader#ni-ki fluff#nishimura riki#riki#riki x reader#riki fluff
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AHHHH THE HYPE
but the dread
BUT THE HYPE
BUT THE DREAD
Alrighty, I think it’s time I post the ACT 3 sneak peek, just like how I did for ACT 2, except instead of 4 images….
YOU GET 9
Oh yeah
These are not in order, so good luck guessing how it goes!
#the Lumalee previews have me very afraid considering he’ll suffer more than PK 😰😥#and so does the one with Bowser grabbing Luigi’s head with his giant-ass hand 😰😰#I wonder what the fifth one is though#is it a flashback with one of the bros?#something (even its dark isolating setting) tells me I’m not emotionally prepared for it#AND NEITHER AM I FOR THE MANHOLE COVER ONE AHHHH 😭😭#the change in Luigi’s expression to relief and an emotional kind of happiness#I can’t 🥲😭#AND HIM WITH THE CAPE AND GLOWING EYES AND HANDS HELL YEAH#I also love the one with Mario and his friends glaring down at tiny Bowser#Mario looking like he’s gonna punt him to the sun#with Peach joining him as well cuz that’s a face of genuine murder#and Toad just looks cute when he’s mad 😂#the super mario bros movie#super mario bros movie#super mario movie#mario movie#luigi#mario#princess peach#toad#donkey kong#bowser#kamek#lumalee#fanart#fan art
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not my hair. /jimmy u. +millytober+
yall school has been killing me. i’m in my first semester of my junior year in college, and im so tired everyday. and im working too. i wanna dedicate this to @blacst4r for their RECENT TEXT AU😭😭 it gave me an idea.
than to, @caramelcleopatraa. me and her are both in college and struggling with time rn friends. also, remember to be nice…some of yall anons are fckin bullying people deadass, you need to be popped in your mouth for saying that shit to her <333 ty for being patient with us <3 check out her writing if you haven’t !!! her SMAU’s are my fav 😩
warnings: smut, unprotected sex (wrap it up, no kids pls), p in v, hair pulling, cursing.
parings: jimmy (jon) uso x black!reader
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jimmy’s reaction to you getting your hair done goes a bit overboard…
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as you unlocked the door to your home, you heard the patter of feet. upon opening it, Bowser, the shared Rottweiler, greeted you enthusiastically.
“hi baby. my sweet boy, you like mommy’s hair? we gotta take you to get groomed next, boy,” you cooed at the dog as he nuzzled his nose into your face “where is your daddy?”
“bowser,” jon’s voice boomed causing the dog to stand at attention “food.”
with a snap of his fingers, the dog darted toward the kitchen. a shirtless jon, wearing only grey sweatpants, walked over to you; pulling you close and nuzzling your neck, leaving soft kisses all over.
“fine ass. you look so fuckin’ good. c’mere.” he takes your hand dragging you down the hall towards your bedroom
“wait! jon, hold on!” you giggled, as you drag your feet on the carpet against his hold
“whatchu mean, holon? it wasn’t no holon for you to run yo ass to ulta. get them clothes off.” jon commanded as he reached for your jacket to yank it off, throwing past his shoulder
“ah!” you squeal as he threw you onto the bed. moving into your neck, starting to kiss and suck on it, while his hands reached for any piece of clothing left you had on before snatching it off you. “baby, lemme get the bonnet.”
“fuck the bonnet, tryna see yo sexy ass when you cummin all over me.” he groaned before pulling his shorts down revealing all his long thickness, standing at attention pointing right at you with a curve.
Jon was blessed. But he can go over board sometimes wanting to partake in overstimulation and being so rough…on your hair. He loved to pull it and make your pussy swallow him whole; you shouting to the celling about how good the dick felt with tears pooling in your eyes. It was his favorite thing to do.
“jon, don’t pull it and i’m deadass.” you rasped out pushing against his chest as he leaned over you kissing the side of your face, and throwing ur legs over his arms.
“ight, I promise…shit!” he grunted running his fat leaky tip through your folds, before surging into you bottoming out.
jon wasted no time before starting to pump that girth into you rapidly, splitting your pussy wide over him. you always needed a minute to get used to his thickness, the stinging sensation combusting all over your body for a moment. you felt that thick vein running from his base to his tip, rubbing against ur spot. He let out a grunt as your pussy molded around his dick.
you let out a sharp hiss as he nearly pulled out before bottoming out again, letting the small thick coarse hair tickle your clit.
tonight was different; his dick was aching ever since you sent him them damn selfies. he needed to explode. he could damn near drill through a brick. the sight of your head thrown back, eyes rolling to the back of your head, hands gripping the sheets, toes curled, moans and cried if ecstasy running through his ear, and your hair spiraled over the bed couldn’t have been more pretty.
he’d make it his lock-screen if he could.
he starts creating a pace, fucking into you. your pussy weaping all over his dick made it an easy ride. you whined and bucked your hips up to match his pace, your clit pressing into him—adding more pleasure. his dick working your pussy with fast, smooth, and deep strokes. his pants and your cries bouncing off the walls creating a song.
“mmm! ba—baby!” you stumbled over your words trying to string together a singular sentence
your push your hand against his chest, “nah. wanna run yo ass to ulta, right? i said bring dat ass home. you wanna be hard headed. lay the fuck back…yea, take this dick. that’s my good girl.”
his mind became clouded at the sight of his dick coated in a sheer white, and your pussy wetting up his lap. each pump causing his stomach to tighten. he knew if he kept going he’d be fucking a baby into you.
he quickly pulled out flipping you onto your knees, sliding back in. he slowed his hips into small circular whines; grinding against your ass to drag out your orgasm.
he was beating the pussy up, all from a damn hairstyle. secrets to be kept; before you arrived he nearly broke his phone clutching it in his hand so hard as he wrapped his hand around his thick base and yanked on the red, leaky, tip till he came on the pictures you sent him…now he was just making up for time.
“look at dat, mama,” he sighed pulling against your shoulder to make you look up towards the mirror on the closet door, “pretty ass…so fuckin sexy. you so fuckin pretty, baby. lemme hear you say it.”
“i’m so pretty…” you softly mewled
“hell nawl. whatchu say?”
your eyes were permanently glued to the sight of jon pushing your neck into the bed, the other gripping your hip to pull you towards his irritate thrust, and his lip tucked between his teeth tightly. the only thing flowed out your mouth was your saliva pooling at the corners of your mouth, and incoherent babbles.
you were in the perfect position. face down was down, and your pussy hiked up in his lap being fucked thoroughly. jon felt his dick swell from the sight of your curtain bangs messily sticking against your forehead.
you tightened your pussy muscles around his dick everytime he pulled out, your aching pussy twitches at the feeling of his hot cum spraying inside you. you could see white spots in your vision at the feeling of your stomach tightening.
“you gone make me cum too quick, doin’ that kegal shit, girl.” he groaned out cracking his hand on the side of your ass—a move to tell you to stop.
you let out a gasp as his hand moved into your hair tightening, pulling you upwards.
“jon! you pro—ugh! shit!” you screamed out towards the celling
“you wettin this dick up so fuckin’ good, mama. tell me what i’m tryna hear.” he panted—sweat beads formed on his forehead and his chest, as his balls slapped against your clit
“i’m so pretty! i’m so prettyyy—jon im cummingg!” you cried into the air as your pussy twitched before your orgasm squirted over him—the force nearly pushing him out.
the sensation of your pussy jumping around him trigged his own release, his cum jetting out in thick ropes inside your pussy—mixing with your own.
he fell over ontop of you, leaving wet kisses in the crook of your neck. his hand reaching between your legs to rub small circles on your clit to drag out the effects.
“you’re a fuckin’ liar, jon.” you panted holding yourself up on your wobbly arms
“text me her booking site or sum…i’ll pay for another appointment. can’t promise that shit ain’t gone make me fuck you tho.”
this guy…
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Setting In A Honeymoon
Series Masterlist
Read on A03!
Author's Note: Oh to be loved. (back on my using gifs because they fit the vibes not the plot shit)
Chapter Title from I'm Like A Lawyer by Fall Out Boy
Word Count: 5.8k
Summary/Warnings: You and Ben finally get a honeymoon. Takes place about a year post-series.
Tags: Soldier Boy/Supe!Female Reader, canon divergence, tooth-rotting fluff, Ben being old, pre-established relationship, so much horniness (would we expect anything less?), smut (breeding kink, oral, fingering, p in v)
“Sunshine-“
You hold a hand up—your attention still on the suitcases—and Ben falls silent, but you can still feel his glower. “Did you pack a toothbrush?”
“Of course I packed a fucking toothbrush-“
“And shampoo?”
“They’re going to have shampoo there-“
You shake your head, turning around and moving past Ben to the bathroom. “They won’t have the right shampoo-“
“It’s fucking shampoo.” He mutters, trailing after you to stand in the doorframe, watching you rifle through the cabinets with a frown. “It’s just goddamn hair soap-“
“And you have very nice hair, my love.” You walk up to him—bottle of shampoo in hand—and press a soft kiss to the underside of his jaw. “Let me take care of it.”
Ben’s frown deepens, even as his arm wraps around your waist. “That’s not your damn job, Sunshine-“
“Yes, it is.” You give him a wide smile, and feel all his love flare in your chest. “This is a two-way street, Pretty Boy. You refuse to let me fly on a plane, I refuse to let you neglect your hair.”
“Fine.” He grunts, leaning down to pull you into a long, easy kiss, going until you’re melted into his touch and clinging to his arm. But this is the last fucking thing, we need to go-
We have time. You pull away, reaching your free hand up to hold his cheek, your grin unrestrained and a little ditzy. All the time in the world.
Ben sighs, pulls your hand to his mouth, and kisses your knuckles with a deep glare you know is fake. If it’s not in the rough affection and devotion in his chest, it’s in the way he’s holding you so carefully against his body, like he can’t bear the idea of you even stepping away. “Be quick.” He grumbles, and you nod.
“I always am.” You drag yourself away from him, crossing back to the bed. Grumpy.
Shut the fuck up. He moves behind you, almost hanging off your body as you sort through the bags for anything else missing. Tell me how to make this shit go faster.
Patience-
No. Ben lowers his mouth to your neck, and you have to take a long breath as he starts to nip and suck at your skin. I want to take my wife on our fucking honeymoon.
Your wife wants to go on that honeymoon as well, but she also wants to make sure we have everything-
I have you, Sunshine. Ben’s hand grabs your chin, tipping your head back to capture your lips with his. That’s all I fucking need.
You let out a soft, blissful sigh. Romantic, Benjamin-
Only for you, darling. Let’s fucking go.
No, I need to feed Bowser-
I already fucking fed him-
What about the car-
Filled up the gas last night-
Okay, let me just-
Your silent words are cut off with a yelp as Ben scoops you up into his arms and marches you out of the bedroom, his whole body alight with a concrete determination.
“Benjamin-“
“We’re going now,” he grunts your name, shooting you a stern glare. “Everything is fucking fine, we’ve got all we need, and you’re going to fucking hurt yourself if you keep worrying.”
You pout up at him. “I am not going to hurt myself-“
“Yes, you are.” Ben half kicks open the front door of your house. “We’re going to leave, and you’re going to enjoy your goddamn honeymoon without losing that pretty mind about what could go wrong, got it?”
“But-“
“No.” He lowers you into the driver’s seat of the car, kneeling at your side on the pavement and blocking your path back out. “Look at me, beautiful.”
You glare at him, and he reaches up to trace a careful line over your cheekbone, dragging his thumb over your lip in a way that makes it very hard to act genuinely pissed at him.
“We’re good, Sunshine.” He mutters. “Ryan’s with Butcher, Annie and Kimiko have us covered at work, and if any shit goes wrong, which it fucking won’t, we’ll deal with it together.”
You swallow, nodding slowly. “And I get to drive?”
Ben chuckles. “You get to drive, you fucking brat.”
You wrinkle your nose at him, curling into the seat. “You love it.”
“I love you.” Ben rises up to press a kiss to your brow, hunger and his raw, focused love slamming into you like a train when you grab his face between your hands and pull him down into a full, devouring kiss. Fucking Christ, Sunshine, I love you.
I love you too, Benjamin. You pull back to give him a wide, easy smile. Am I allowed to go get the bags?
No. Ben smirks against your lips. Stay in your fucking seat, darling, or you’re not getting fucked for the whole week.
You snort, because that’s the worst lie he’s ever told you. You don’t think Ben would survive not fucking you for the whole week. He’s been looking forward to this more than you’ve ever seen him be excited for everything. The closer you had gotten to your honeymoon, the more he looked less like a massive, grumpy, amazing man-child and more like a little boy who was about to be set loose in a candy shop and told to go crazy. It’s why worrying about this was, admittedly, a little dumb. Ben wouldn’t let anything go wrong. He’d refused Rome as a destination because he’d never let you fly if he could fucking help it. He’d chosen this resort because they had a very good insurance policy that would allow you to burst into flames and Ben to break a lot of things. He’d even hounded after Singer for a special permission to drive into Mexico, so that the border patrol wouldn’t get all angry about the whole supe thing.
And you never doubt him. Not for a second. Ben never does anything but what he says he’ll do, and he’s sworn that this was going to be fucking perfect, Sunshine, and he was going make you forget your goddamn name, so it would be good.
Ben was good, so this would be fucking good.
The drive is long. Almost three days, both of you determined to utilize the advantage of being supes and make it the full drive with only a few stops for gas and one night spent at a hotel near the border. The gas is easy—Ben always stomping out of the station with a prideful glow in his chest as he presents his snack assortments to you like a dog offering its owner a rabbit—and you only leave a slightly charred indent on the wall of the hotel after Ben slams you into it and fucks you until you’re wrapped in flame, but your amazing, impossible husband is not helpful on the actual drive at all. He’s still incredibly anti-GPS, and when he’s not glowering at the map on your phone—grumbling that he’d be able to get you there just fine by his goddamn self—he’s being distracting. Rubbing patterns on your thigh and tracing his hand up to just rest over your pussy, only smirking whenever you shoot him a glare.
“Ben,” your voice is a little strained, because the asshole has started to rub. “You’re going to make me crash the car-“
“We’d live.” He shrugs, pinching your clit in over your panties and drawing a loud moan from your lips. “Need you fucking ready for me, Sunshine, I’m about to fuck you better than you’ve ever been fucked before-“
“You know you’ve fucked me the most, right?” You give him an amused look, trying not to giggle as he pauses, an almost adorable frown crossing his face. “At this point you’re making up about 85% of all sex I’ve had, ever. You’re only competing with yourself.”
Something hot and bright flares in Ben’s chest, his hunger settling right in your core, and you realize your mistake a second too late.
“Am I the best you’ve ever fucking had,” he drawls your name, his hand resuming with long, lazy movements. “The only one who’s ever fucked you properly, like the perfect fucking problem you are, fucking ruined you-“
“Shut up.” You mumble, small lights starting to dance through the car as your face heats up. “Of course you’re the best I’ve had, you asshole, you’re my husband-“
Second mistake. That only spurs him on.
“That’s fucking right, beautiful.” Ben leans over to growl right into your ear, spanking your pussy once and drawing a sharp gasp from your lips. “You’re fucking mine, and this cock his yours-“
You moan, grinding into his hand and thanking the universe that this highway is mostly empty. “Ben-“
“I’m about to fuck this pretty pussy full of me when we get to the resort,” he grunts, shoving a finger under your panties, right into your cunt. “Already so fucking wet for me, darling, ready to be pumped full of my cum-“
That’s enough. You flip on your turn signal, pull off to the side of the road, and almost leap out of your seat onto Ben’s lap.
The sex is quick, feral, and brutal. You half burn through his pants as you fumble with his belt, sinking yourself onto his cock in half a second, and squeaking as Ben wraps his arm around your waist, pinning you to his chest as he hammers up into you. You’re not quite burning, but you’re lost in the sheer power of the hunger and adoration in Ben’s body, and the sound of his skin slapping on yours, the way he’s biting and sucking at your neck, how deep he’s hitting inside of you-
You find release quickly, a second orgasm rushing through your body as Ben cums up into you with a roar of your name.
He drives the rest of the way—the combination of sex and almost two days of straight driving making your eyes start to droop, so Ben flat out refuses to let you keep going—and you slump in the passenger’s seat, your head buried in his arm and your mind a little high on the smell of pine and coffee and Ben.
You get through border security fast, mostly thanks to Ben’s sheer everything. You keep your face hidden against his body as he glowers at the guards, refusing to answer any sort of question about your lives outside of you’re heading to Mexico for your honeymoon, you have permission from the fucking president himself to cross the border with weapons—you’re the weapons, plus you’re pretty sure Ben has a gun in the trunk—yes, he’s over a hundred, but if these pussies try to act like they don’t know why he’ll fucking kill them, and obviously you’re fucking married, he’s wearing a goddamn wedding ring, and it was all over the damn papers after Homelander’s death.
“Nobody reads the papers, Benjamin.” You mumble as he pulls past the border checkpoint.
“Well how the fuck do those pussies get the news-“
“TV, you old cunt.”
Ben snorts, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and running a hand through your hair until you melt into his side. “Brat.”
You only hum, and the remainder of the drive carries out in easy silence as you drift in and out of sleep, Ben keeping you tucked into his body.
You don’t even realize you’ve arrived until you’re in Ben’s arms, and he’s carrying you up to your room.
“Ben,” you push slightly against his chest, your face still nuzzled into the crook of his neck. “Bags-“
“It’s handled, Sunshine.” Ben presses a kiss to the top of your head, his words low. “Go back to sleep.”
You shake your head, the movement not at all convincing. “Wanna help-“
“You’re on vacation.” He grunts your name, squeezing his gentle hold on your body. “Fucking rest.”
God, you’re going to kill him. You love him more than life and every beautiful thing in the universe, but that’s the fucking problem. Ben tells you to rest, and he’s alive and attentive and devout in your body, so you can’t stop yourself from falling right back into peaceful sleep.
When you’re up, Ben’s body is heavy over yours, his face buried between your breasts and his arms wrapped around your waist. You don’t wake him. He looks so handsome and calm against you, his snores rumbling easily through your body, and his love sitting in content at the top of your chest, so you’ll stay here until he makes you move. Playing with his hair and watching him with a stupid smile, humming softly and letting the room fill with rainbow mist and light until he stirs, looks up and you, and meets your gaze with his own, wide and powerful grin.
“Hi, Sunshine.” His voice is hoarse, his eyes still slightly glazed with sleep, and you don’t think spending eternity with him is going to be enough. You need him all the time before, and now, and a little longer than forever after.
“Hi, Benjamin, my love.” You lean down to kiss his nose, and he makes a low, grunting noise that goes right to your core. “Thank you.”
He frowns. “I didn’t do fucking shit-“
“You’re here.” You whisper. “You’re taking care of me.”
“That’s my goddamn job-“
“And I’m still thanking you.” You hold his face between your hands, shifting slightly up to he every angle of him impossible handsome face. “I love you-”
The sound that Ben makes is low and primal, and you cut yourself off with a gasp as he flips you over, kissing you into the mattress and rutting into you until you’re writhing under him, scraping at his arms for more.
“Ben-“
He starts to trail sloppy kisses over your whole face, smirking as you let out another strangled moan. “You’re fucking perfect, Sunshine, fucking love you, so goddamn good-“
You whimper as he pins you to the bed with his hips, his mouth trailing down to your neck, over your collarbone, and his hand pushing between your bodies to rub fast, strong circles on your clit.
“So fucking beautiful, already fucking wrecked.” He growls against you, and you can only whimper. “Cum for me, darling, soak my fucking hand-“
You cum with a scream, and Ben groans as he jerks against you, something warm spreading over his boxers as he buries his face in your neck, his own orgasm sending a small, shivering one into your body.
“Did you just-“
“Shut the fuck up.” He grunts, nipping at your skin as he flicks your clit once, your back arching off the bed at the movement. “You’d cum like that as well, if you could see how fucking perfect you are.”
You giggle, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. “Grumpy-“
“I said shut the fuck up.” He growls, and you just hum, still smiling like an idiot. God, you fucking love him.
It takes an hour for you to get out of bed, and then another two to leave the room. Ben will grumble something that makes you jump on him, and then you smile at him and he’ll pin you to the mattress, or the wall, or just hold you up in his arms as he fingers you in the middle of the room. He tries to get changed and you fall to your knees to take his cock into your mouth. You bend over to pick something up and he drives himself into your cunt from behind. The only reason it ever comes to an end is because your stomach growls, Ben’s head shoots up from between your thighs, and you’re suddenly being dragged down to the lobby for breakfast.
The day from there is slow and lazy. Wandering around with no destination, Ben’s hand tangled naturally in yours, acting like you can’t see the people silently watching you with whispers and wide eyes. You’d expected it, but it’s still strange, and you’re more than happy to let Ben handle it whenever someone crosses a line. Mostly it’s just the stares, but one very drunk man tells you he could give you cock better than any old Hollywood asshole, and you have to act like it doesn’t make you ache for Ben when he draws to his full height, puffs out his chest like a lion, and hisses that he’s the only fucking asshole in the world that could handle you, because you burn this pussy to fucking charcoal in a second. Then a rich finance dick tries to get Ben to invest in his crypto business, and you get to smile like a dummy as Ben snaps that his wife thinks crypto is stupid as fuck, and she’s smarter than this fucking idiot by a goddamn mile. The best one is when a very stupid woman comes up to Ben and tell him he deserves a real, truly American woman, and you get to watch him go tense and—pulling you so close you think he’s worried you’ll vanish into thin air—sneer that he’s already got the best fucking woman in the goddamn world.
But outside of these sparse moments, it’s all so fucking easy. Ben flat out refuses to wear a Hawaiian shirt because he’s not goddamn Butcher, but you get him into a loose, white linen one that makes you almost climb on top of him in the middle of a very crowded shopping center. He buys you flowers—shoving them into your hands with a low grumble of for you, beautiful and a radiant glow blooming over his ribs—and then tucks one behind your ear with a grin, looking at you like you’re holy. There are a few moments when you have to slap him for saying things that really do prove he’s a hundred years old, but you’d expected that. You know who you psychically bound yourself to for eternity, and it’s a grumpy old man who frowns as you explain why he can’t say that, then nods and never says it again. He doesn’t apologize—Ben so rarely apologizes, and it’s only ever to you and Ryan—but he learns, and he tries, and you love him even more.
It’s only when you go to the beach and you remember why you’d try to talk him out of honeymooning anywhere near the ocean, that the day comes to a crashing halt in the best way possible.
Ben shouldn’t be allowed near a beach. His skin glows golden, and his eyes look greener than the sea, and his bare chest is broad and muscular and covered in a light layer of sweat that you want to taste-
“You’re drooling, Sunshine.” He mutters in your ear, and your knees almost give out from the force of the want in his body. “You need something?”
You swallow, looking up into his lust-blown eyes, and your voice is soft and breathless. “Ben-“
“Fucking Christ,” he grunts you name, spinning your body to fully press into his, his hands drawing rough patterns on your hips. “You’re so fucking beautiful, darling, driving me fucking insane, want to fuck you until everyone can see that you’re mine-“
And that’s enough. You grab Ben’s wrist, spin on your heels, and drag him after you as you half-run back to the hotel.
You make it about ten steps before Ben pulls you back into his arms, picks you up without breaking pace, and marches you back to the room.
You’re barely through the door when you squirm in his hold, reaching down to palm at his bulge over his shorts. Ben groans right in your ear, his grip on your body tightening, and you grin as he twitches at your touch. You manage to twist in his arms, offering yourself more access to slip your hand right into his trunks, wrapping your hand around his thick cock and start to jerk him off with slow, teasing movements
Ben growls, prying you off his body to lower you onto the mattress, standing above you with a stern glare you can feel right in your pussy.
“Jesus, beautiful,” he grunts, tangling your hair in his fingers, tracing your parted lips with his thumb. “Such a needy fucking brat, need to be damn careful-“
“Or what?”
His throat bobs, and you feel the glow over his ribs grow starved, all of it focused into you, and he says your name in a low warning. “You’re- Fuck,tell me what you want, brat.”
You run your hand up his thigh, making your eyes big and pleading, letting little bit of your sheer desire leak into Ben’s body. “Want you, my love. Want your cock filling me up.”
“Fuck.” He grunts, his jaw clenching as you pull down his shorts. “Want me to fuck your mouth, Sunshine? Want me to feed you with my cock until you’re begging for more-“
You know Ben. He’ll keep dirty talking and taunting you until you either fold into him and start begging before you even taste him, or you explicitly tell him want your big cock on my tongue, Ben, please.
And you might have said that between your minds, because Ben’s grip on your hair does tighten, but it doesn’t matter because you’re not bothering to wait. You take Ben into your mouth in one motion—until your nose is pressed to his abdomen and the head of him is bumping the back of your throat—and look up at him under hooded eyes.
He’s holy. He looks feral—his eyes almost wholly black and his full mouth parted as he stares at you—and a low growl escapes his chest as you hollow your cheeks, lick the underside of his cock, and speak in a needy, high plea into his mind. Fuck my mouth, Ben, please-
You moan as he tugs you almost fully off of him, lets you flick your tongue against the weeping slit of his cock, and shoves your back down until you’re gagging.
He pauses, his grip loosening slightly as his stone-like concern wraps over your skin, and his voice is strained from above you. “You-“
I’m good. You reach a hand to play with his balls, making your eyes soft and pleading when you look back up at him. Please, just fuck my mouth-
“Fuck.” He groans, repeating the same movement from before, once, twice, over and over until you’re drooling on him, your fingers on his balls light and uncontrolled as you grow cockdrunk. “You’re fucking perfect, Sunshine, goddamn beautiful choking on my cock, pretty lips made to be wrapped around my fucking dick, making sounds like fucking music, sucking on me like a fucking brat, so fucking good-“
You whine around him, your thighs rolling as you try to bunch the sheet between them, and Ben chuckles, the sound raspy and hoarse and shooting through you like lightning.
“Need some help, beautiful? Got a fucking problem, so fucking wet and desperate for me, just from sucking my fucking cock like a good fucking girl-“
God, he can’t be allowed to speak during sex. You’ll never be able to stop him—it would be downright cruel to your pussy, pulsing and grinding against nothing, soaked just from the deep sound of Ben’s voice—but he’s going to make you lose your mind.
Ben, you moan between your heads, and his dick jerks, heavy on your tongue. Please, need you so bad-
He pops you off of him, angles your head up to hold his gaze, and you whine at how fucking good he looks. How his chest is heaving, and his eyes are pulling you apart under him, how he drags you up to crash into him halfway, making you moan down his throat from his demanding kiss.
“Fucking love you,” he grunts your name, biting on your lower lip and smirking as you start to try and climb up his body. “Want to fill you up, Sunshine-“
You nod franticly, squirming against him. “Fuck, yes, yes please-“
“You want my fucking cum, beautiful?” Ben growls, and when you glance down you don’t miss the way his own words are making his cock jump against nothing. “Need me to stuff that pretty pussy full of me, mark you up with me-“
“Yes,” your moan is shameless, because god, you’ll give him whatever he asks for, and take anything he offers you. “Please, Ben, fuck me, want your cock, want your cum-“
You gasp as Ben rips off your fully ruined swimsuit, tosses you back on the mattress, and shoves your thighs apart with rough hands.
“So fucking wet,” he mutters, running two fingers between your folds, looking up at you with an awe and love that feels slightly out of place for how he’s plunged those two fingers inside you, crooked them in your cunt, and started to rub right against that deep, desperate spot. “Squirt on my hand, darling, need you fucking soaked for my cock-“
Your body obeys his command without thought, and cum with a choked gasp of Ben.
“There you go,” he growls, scissoring his fingers as your back arches off the bed, keeping his movements careful and measured as he drags you through your orgasm. “Good girl, so fucking good, just for me-“
Just for you, Ben, please. You grab at his wrist with a slack grip, grinding helplessly against his hand. Please, fucking please, my love-
He pulls his fingers away, flicking your clit once and smirking at your high whine before positioning himself between your legs, slowing pumping himself as he scans over your flushed body.
“Beautiful,” he mutters, and it seems to be mostly to himself. “Fucking perfect, love you so fucking much, Sunshine, you don’t have a goddamn clue-“
You have sort of a clue—he does tell you that about five times a day—but your words and mind are lost in a daze of Ben, so all you do is reach pathetically up for him, spreading your legs wider with a sound of need to beg him to just take you. Just fuck you like no one else can, like no one else ever could.
“Christ.” He grunts, shaking his head slightly. “You’re- fuck-“ Ben doubles over with a groan as you raise your arms over your head, your legs splayed fully apart in a silent plea.
Benjamin. You take a long, heavy breath, rolling your hips for him with your best sweet, pleading gaze. Fuck me.
The sound that leaves Ben might be the deepest you’ve ever heard, and his voice is downright animalistic as his hand trails over your abdomen and inner thighs, sending a shiver through your spine.
“Arms stay up.” He orders, and you nod, moaning as Ben crawls over you, lining himself up to shove into your needy cunt. “Don’t stop looking at me.”
You barely have a moment to hum an agreement before Ben shoves into you, and everything turns into an intoxicating haze of Ben. He’s hiked your leg over his waist to push deeper into your cunt, the tip of his cock slamming into your cervix, and trailed a hand up your arms to pin your hands to the bed, leaving you open and vulnerable for him to use.
And fuck, he’s using you. Ben’s thrusting his cock into you at a feral pace, his mouth biting and sucking everywhere he can reach, pulling you so high you can only moan and whimper his name as he ruins you.
“So fucking perfect, darling,” he groans against your throat, and you throw your head back with a high whimper. “Gonna fuck you full, fill your perfect fucking pussy with my cum, get you fucking round and beautiful with my baby, show the world how good I fuck my wife, how fucking desperate you are for my cock-“
You make a high, breathy noise, writhing under Ben’s touch as his free hand moves to roll your nipple between his fingers. “Fuck, Ben-“
“Say my name, Sunshine, fucking scream so everyone knows you fucks you right, tell the whole damn hotel who you belong to-“
“Ben!” You can’t remember any other words as he moves his hips in a circle, angling you a little higher to somehow hit deeper inside of you. You can’t touch him—your hands still trapped over your head—but he’s so good, and you’re so full, and fuck, you might be crying with pleasure as he bites on your shoulder, and you know whatever mark he leaves will fade in a second but god, you want it to stick-
“Fuck,” Ben hisses your name as you squeeze around him, and your eyes roll back in your head as his hand snakes between your bodies and he starts to circle around—but never on—your clit. “You’re so fucking good, beautiful, tight and warm, wrecked on my cock, you’re perfect, love you so fucking much-“
“Ben,” you trying to keep your eyes on him, his face filled with a zealous care and hunger, but fuck you need to come so bad. “Ben-“
“All goddamn stupid when I fuck you, smart fucking mouth all, fuck-“ Ben kisses you into the mattress with a brutal force, shoving his tongue down your throat as his thrusts grow sloppy. Christ, need to cum in you, darling, you’re- Fuck- Ben’s hips stutter and you squeak down his throat. Cum with me, Sunshine-
You let go with a scream right as Ben pinches your clit, and he slams home with a roar of your name. You feel his warm cum spread inside you, leaking slowly down your thighs as he pulls out, and when Ben drops his weight carefully down over you—his head resting on your chest as you move your arms to wrap around his neck—you hum in happy, fucked out, empty-minded content.
“You’re really having a lot of fun with the baby thing, my love.” You mumble, and Ben rolls his eyes.
“You fucking love it.” He pauses, something sore settling over his skin as he frowns up at you, and you can’t stop the small smile crossing your face at the stone like protection wrapping around your body, Ben’s grip on you tightening like he’s trying to protect you from ghosts that never exist when he’s at your side. “You-“
“I do love it.” You whisper, leaning down to give him a soft kiss. “I love you.”
He grunts. “You’re fucking certain-“
“Positive.” You smile against his lips. “With you, Benjamin, I’m always positive.”
His nostrils flare slightly, and everything fades back into furious, bloody, unwavering love in his body. “Then we’ve got a goddamn week to make sure it happens, Sunshine.” He growls, rolling his already semi-hard cock against your thighs. “You’re going to look so fucking beautiful when I get it to stick.”
He always avoids the words when you’re not actively fucking, and youknow why. Ben never seems to fully trust that you’re really ready for this. Not because he doesn’t trust you, not because he doesn’t want it more than you do—if the way he flares and bursts over your ribs at the very mention of it isn’t proof, the way that you’ve caught him staring at baby cribs and clothing when you walk through Costco is—but because he’s a stubborn, protective, amazing asshole who values your comfort above everything else in the world. Once a douchebag congress member accused you of illegally aborting Homelander’s baby, and Ben interrupted the hearing to hold your cold, frozen body against his chest and roar some of the most violent threats you’ve ever heard at the committee.
But Ben’s not Homelander. He’s the furthest thing from Homelander. He’s the light that’s dancing over the room as you lay in his arms, and the whole world inside your body, and the best thing that’s ever happened to you in your life. He gives you everything, and more, and the only thing that could ever be better than him is what you could offer him.
The only person in the whole world who, after everything, could ever want to offer that.
So you smile at him, playing with the hair of his beard, and crane your neck to whisper against his lips. “When you fuck me full of a baby, Benjamin? When you get me pregnant?”
Ben stiffens, his cock already hard once more and prodding against your thigh, his voice so low you almost cum on the spot. “Christ on a fucking cross,” he mutters your name, ardor and a fervorish, wrathful reverence exploding in his chest, all aimed at you. “You’re going to fucking kill me-“
“No, I won’t.” You grind up into him, and he hisses. “But I am going to let you fuck me stupid, Pretty Boy, let you fill me up with your baby-“
Your blatant bait works. Ben sits up in a sharp movement, pulling you with him, and impales you back on his cock in one, smooth movement.
“Such a fucking brat.” He grunts in your ear, his hands on your hips holding you still, forcing you to just fall into his warmth and clench desperately around him. “You want my cum, beautiful?”
You nod stupidly, and he smirks.
“Words-“
“Want it, Ben.” You moan, clinging to his body. “Want you.”
“You’ve got me, Sunshine.” He mutters, squeezing your ass with a firm hand. “Now be a good girl and take me.”
You half-scream as he starts to move, and you could be happy dying here. With a husband that loves you with such a raging strength, who fucks you so good that all you can do is grow slack in his hold and let him abuse your cunt until you’re his in every way possible.
And you already are. He’s alive inside of you, and molded into you, and wears a matching ring to yours that you think he’d sear into his skin if he could.
But God, it will never be enough. Ben is more than enough, but you’ll never be satiated of him.
You could never be satiated of him.
And that’s why, when he cums into you again, you really do hope it sticks. Because the only thing could ever be better than Ben was a bright-eyed, cared for, happy bundle of evidence that you belong to each other forever. A child that will never know the pain you and Ben have held each other through, because Ben doesn’t allow people he loves to be in pain.
And he really deserves more people to love. His own piece of proof that you trust him more than you trust yourself, that he’s repented and you’ll offer him a million smiling children for everything he’s done for you. For how well be cares for you, and how well you know he’ll care for them. For how it will be hard, but worth it, because you’ve bled for less and cried for more.
And no matter what any form of family comes, you’d never want it with anyone but Ben.
End Note: God please send me someone who's as down bad for me as Ben is for Her.
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