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lovetei · 9 months
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AaAaaaHHHHHH I loved your “Things that the citizens of the Devildom witnessed that will prove that this Human have the characters at their beck and call” post lol :P
Could you plssssss do it w the side characters? Especially barbatos I love him. He’s my bbg lol
Sure, I'm actually just waiting for someone to request it :P
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Things that the citizens of the Devildom witnessed that will prove that this Human have the characters at their beck and call
Versions: Demon Brothers, Side Characters
Warnings: Slight yandere themes (Barbatos, Simeon)
Links: Masterlist
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DIAVOLO
He doesn't actually like going around
Sure, it's mentioned a lot of times that he want to visit this or that
But only if you or the others are willing to come with him
Otherwise it's as boring as doing paperworks
He won't even come out to meet important personalities
They need to come to the castle themselves because there's no damn way Diavolo will actually use effort to meet people he's actually not too close to.
But when it's you?
Damn, you better bet the moment you told him "Hey, Diavolo... I'm kind of stuck in the plaza and the brothers are surely too busy to pick me up so can you send me a driver..?"
How dare you ask for a driver?
When he's literally right there?
The moment the words "I'm kind of stuck in the plaza-" He's already in his most luxurious car starting it to get his future spouse
Hell, he'll even bought a flower before getting to you
And you two will make a scene
And you two will surely make it to the news tomorrow
He'll arrive to the place in something quite formal yet still casual
With a bouquet of flowers in his hands
Like the perfect future husband he is
And open the door for you to get in
And if you're asking why Barbados didn't do anything against him...
Well, he's got a few mouse friends there for help.
Anyways, enjoy the ride
And sign the marriage papers
Please
BARBATOS
His power holds such an important role for Diavolo
He's such a powerful "demon"
It would actually be quite nice if you were just a little more closer to him
But if you are...
He's willing to use this oh so important power for you like it's just a mere toy
You fell on the stairs and someone saw it? Reversed.
You failed a test? Reversed.
You made the wrong decision? Reversed.
If Diavolo actually saw how much he's rambling the time lines just for you he'll go insane.
Hell, he'll pass out when he knows that Barbatos is letting you use his power like he's some hourglass!
But Barbatos knows you
And he likes you
He knows that someone like you won't actually take advantage of his power like that
And would always choose to do things without it
He knows that he's your last resort
And he loves it
He loves that fact that you treasure his power so much
That you treasure him so much...
His power might seem to be the most important tool for you among the other abilities the brothers and the others gave you
And so that basically puts him above the food chain
And he'll stay there
He'll make sure you will view him as important as right now
For all internity
SIMEON
He treasures himself and the people around him so much
But mostly himself
Because that's what father told them to do
He treat his body like the temple of god
He'll walk around the Devildom with pride in himself
Not too much but not too less
He knows his worth
So when he met you
Such a wonderful human
He will also teach you how to put pride in yourself
And always be proud on what you're doing
And then he'll start to get drawn to you
The body he oh so treasured now treated like a toy for you
He once valued naturality but maybe using this makeup you love so much will make him appear more attractive?
"Oh, Simeon? Did you use some foundation and mascara?! That looks so good on you!"
Yes, MC.
Just look at him
It all started with dressing up more for you
Then it escalated
The body he once didn't let anyone touch is now open for you
Just for you
Hold his hand
Grab his waist
And use his shoulders
Ha...
God won't punish him for a little touch now would he..?
SOLOMON
He's shady and he knows it
It's been so long and he's been around may too many people
He doesn't know who to trust anymore
And who to be honest with
He always have to keep himself alarmed and ready
Because that's what the past taught him to do
And that's what the present is telling him to do
Oh, another human?
How nice...
He just hope you don't end up like him
Overly conscious
You know what... He'll help you
He doesn't want a human to fall to the same hole he is right now
He thought that he'll be the one to guide you
He didn't know that you'll guide him...
And now he's willing to do anything for you
He's willing to follow you anywhere
He's willing to give you anything
He's willing to be your loyal servant
Just like Barbatos, he's willing to use everything he have just keep you by his side
Whether it be human, demon, angel connections, money or power
It can be anything and he'll give it you
To the human who showed him the light once again.
MEPHISTOPHELES
He's a private person
That's why he has a whole ass room reserved just for him in the academy
It can't help but have his blood boiling whenever one of the brothers barging into his room unannounced
The sense of nervousness won't leave him whenever Diavolo came to visit him
And the mixed feelings when the other exchange students decided to drop by
But when you enter his room
The light started to get a little darker
And the atmosphere turned into something heavier yet more comforting feeling
Have you drank anything you're not supposed to drink human?
What's this atmosphere around you human?
Did you... Cast a spell on him human?
To be honest
It'll be better for him to know that you cast a love spell on him
Than for him to consciously know that he's falling for you
Falling for the human others already love
But he can't help but say "Why don't you stay a little longer, MC?" Whenever you drop by.
"You can stay and do your assignments or whatever here. I have a vast collection of books you might need."
It might be selfish but why don't you stay a little longer?
Stay inside this private room with him
And only him.
RAPHAEL
He's known as a hitman
And his job down here is to probably spy on Simeon or Lucifer
But this weird human caught his eyes...
Maybe he should spy on you too?
Hmm... Why are you so different?
Are you the premium version of human?
But either way...
He saw how tired you were after each day ends
It looks like this place have sucked any living hope and energy out of you
So he took this as a problem and decided to come up with a solution
He decided to help you run around errands and even take some of your work loads
Gosh... You're so busy
So tiring
Sometimes you two will just find yourself in the dark and unused alley of the school
Sitting on the floor with each others head on your shoulder
You'd mutter "So tired..." And he will pat your head to help you at least have a few minutes of nap between work.
And before he knows it
It became a habit for the two of you
Instead of going to the dark alley you decided to take some nap in the cafeteria and even on empty classrooms
The Brothers will not found you two scattered all over the academy sleeping on each other
And before he even noticed
Whenever the slightest danger occurs he's already jumping in front of you and pushing you back as he shield your fragile body
THIRTEEN
She's such a trouble maker
And you're an expert in keeping trouble makers in line
And Thirteen will make sure she don't follow that line!
She keeps on pulling pranks
Traps here
Traps there
Gosh will she ever stop
Then one day you got so busy that your usual scolding for her didn't happened
Not even once
She felt empty without your nagging voice I guess?
But that doesn't matter!
At least, now, no one will stop her from doing what she loves!
No one...
Will stop her?
But who will scold her when she's about to do an extremely dangerous prank where she might get hurt?
Who will treat her wounds when she accidentally scratched her with one of her schemes?
It's been just a few days without your nagging voice and she's already at your doorstep in the middle of a night on a weekend asking
"Are you ignoring me?"
"Why aren't you talking to me anymore?"
"Are you tired of me now..?"
It feels like she'll start crying if she says anything more so you just denied everything and said that your schedule have been fully packed
Even saying that you're a new member of the council so you became more busy
She felt so embarrassed after that
But she started to treasure your relationship more
And maybe...
Waiting in the line is not that big of a deal if it's for you...
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chrollohearttags · 4 months
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“silly boy, come find me when you’re older!” • a. artlert
synopsis: two lovers realize their relationship isn’t meant to be but that doesn’t mean they have to part ways forever..
content + themes: fem!reader (black coded), age gap (2-3 years, armin is 19, reader is 21-22) college au-ish (armin is going to nursing school + reader is a business grad), star-crossed lovers trope, angst + comfort, missionary, riding, hand holding, heavy kissing, crying (not dacryphila), accidental creampie, pet names (baby, mama, baby boy, angel), drug mentions, he gets possessive for like .2 seconds.
word count: 3.1K
📝: I have been so in love with fluff and the idea of soft smut lately (maybe it’s the holidays, maybe it’s my hormones..who knows!) but this is a part of a new au I’m starting! A new story that’ll be coming out soon and I can’t wait. For now, enjoy one of several side fics to accompany it! Also, please tell me y’all know this title reference 😭
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“I really wish you wouldn’t look at me like that…”
the phrase seemed to have alluded him yet again..slipping through one ear and out the next. Almost as if only his body was present and his mind and spirit were elsewhere. It was to be expected though..
“..armie..? Aren’t you going to say something, baby? Anything?..”
you had just confided in him quite possibly the worst thing ever. In truth, his heart was breaking and there wasn’t a single thing that either of you could do to mend it. Although, you felt solely responsible..that the reason for his pain was entirely your fault. But it was a necessary confession nonetheless. One that you truly believed would benefit you both. Distance. Distance between the two of you so that he could properly pursue his education. A long sought after dream of becoming a nurse. Following directly in his mother’s footsteps and making her proud..it was all Armin ever wanted. As it stood, that was a mere concept and it was thanks to the girl lying next to him. His sweet, beloved (y/n). The (y/n) he reunited with at a house party one night and had been wildly entangled with ever since. Hooking up, drinking and smoking…what most peers your age was doing but you also had bigger aspirations for both Armin and yourself. He wanted to become a registered nurse, working with children and you were already two years deep into your collegiate journey as a business major. Laser focused and ambitious..ready to conquer your goals. You couldn’t waste your lives away in the back of his car, hotboxing and having sex. As fun as this little whirlwind romance was, you had to cut things off. At least for the foreseeable future..for both of your sakes. It wasn’t an easy decision in the slightest and you were far more torn up by the situation than what you were letting on but it had to be done. Regardless of your emotions..
“..I just don’t understand..I mean, is there someone else? Why don’t you want me anymore?…”
there it was..underneath all of those newly etched tattoos, shaggy blonde locks and suave charm lied that sweet, gentle boy. The same nerdy kid you’d first encountered whilst attending the same high school. Although two years apart, you found him to be adorable and couldn’t help but to grace the awkward brainiac with a smile every morning on his visits to the library. A beautiful goddess like you even acknowledging him? He was grateful for that alone! But it wasn’t until his senior year did the two of you reconnect. By that time, he had shed his thick, wire framed glasses for icy blue contacts to match his own..grew out his blonde bowl cut to a curly shag and had even acquired a couple of art pieces on his arm. Not to mention, gained some muscle from playing basketball. Some say you were the catalyst for his sudden change. Although this appearance was new, deep down, he was still that wide eyed genius with unbelievable intelligence. And best believe, your kindness wasn’t lost on him. So it came as no surprise, when you happened to cross paths with him at a graduation party that your younger sister, who happened to be in the same class with him, was attending..he found the courage to finally talk to you face to face. All of his newfound confidence flew out of the window when he saw you..that ethereal skin, deity like features and of course, that smile. That smile that made his heart flutter. “You haven’t changed a bit, baby boy…”
certainly his looks had, but you saw through all of that. You saw Armin for who he truly was and for that, he couldn’t allow you to slip away without confessing his true feelings. So that night, with liquor in his veins, he charmed you with sweet words and told you that he’d always had the biggest crush on you. It didn’t take long for you guys to get involved..days after that party, you began seeing one another. Both romantically and intimately. However, your relationship wasn’t exactly conventional or ideal..you were good for each other, perhaps a little too well. Because every moment that presented itself, you’d find yourself in every bed, couch, bathroom or backseat..going at it like rabid animals. The sex was insane and you couldn’t get enough of each other. It was only coupled by the sensation of the drugs coursing your veins..stimulants that sent your mind to places you didn’t need to be. Although there was never a single fight between you two, you knew the relationship wasn’t a healthy one. You encouraged each other’s worst habits. He had gotten a full ride scholarship to his dream school and you had obtained several as well for your ideal program. But you both stood to lose those if you didn’t make some changes. Ditching class to go smoke and then fucking him in every square inch of your off campus apartment. Sending him nudes and salacious messages during class, along with always being underneath each other. He’d never be able to focus and stay on track at this rate! Hence why you had to be the mature one and break things off. Even if it brought you to tears as well. So with a shaky palm, as you lay in bed next to one another, you’d bring a hand to his face and quell his doubts.
“You couldn’t possibly think that..you're the only one I want, Armin. I swear on everything..but..we can’t keep doing this. I love you so much but we’re no good for each other. At least not right now..”
but he’d attest, almost immediately. Insisting that he could buckle down and focus on his goals at hand. However, your mind was made up. That blind obsession and adoration for you would never allow him his room for growth. It wasn’t fair. Here you were only another year shy of receiving your degree and he was barely even started. You had to give him a fair shot, even if it meant removing yourself from the equation. You had even found an internship. He’d try to talk you out of it, convince you that he could juggle both college and you but regardless of how smart he was, nursing school was an entirely different beast in and of itself. It would require his full attention and dedication if he wanted to be an exceptional caregiver. No drugs, no distractions…no you. His studies deserved all of his time.
“So why can’t we make it work then? Isn’t that what couples do or was I nothing more than a joke?”
“Armin…”
in that moment, he’d tug away and roll over onto his side, giving you the proverbial cold shoulder and it stung like hell. The last thing you wanted to do was fight the man you loved. If anything, you wished things could stay like this forever. But you both had growing up to do and until that happened, it was best you parted ways.
“..I have an idea..”
But it wasn’t something that had to be permanent..for now though, there was no need to be upset with one another when you could spend your remaining time enjoying yourselves. Gently pulling him back towards you, you’d maneuver your legs until you were able to crawl on top of him. Those long acrylics scaled his freshly tattooed chest as you gently straddled his waist..at that moment, his little cheeks flushed red and you’d feel his breathing becoming slightly heavier. You’d lean down and begin peppering light kisses to his temple and all around his face..all while slowly rolling your hips against his crotch. With you, he was vulnerable..at his softest and would undoubtedly listen to whatever you said. “I’m all ears..”
that’s when you’d devise a plan that you believed that both of you could agree upon. An agreement of sorts.. “..two years..in two years, we can see each other again, just like this. We’ll work hard and reach our goals. You’ll be in your senior year, doing clinicals and I’ll be at my new job. We can find a place and finally start our lives together. Armin, I love you so much and I don’t want to see you throw your life away. Please..promise me you’ll find your way back to me when you’re ready. When we’re both in a better place..” once he spotted your tearful plea and heard the tone in your voice, he knew what had to be done. Personal feelings aside..you were absolutely right. He knew if he stood any chance of keeping you in his life, he had to blossom into a grown man that you could be proud of. One that was worthy of being called yours. Reaching up, Armin would grasp your hand and bring it to his lips for a gentle kiss, holding it close. He wanted to remember that feeling..savor it and savor you as well. God, he didn’t want you to leave, he wasn’t ready to say goodbye!..but this was the only way. The only way he could ensure that he got to have you in the long run. He wanted you two to grow old together so he’d make this temporary sacrifice to be able to share an eternity with you.
“..you have my word, angel. I promise..I promise I’ll come back to you a better man than what I’ve been..”
“Then take me…right here.”
just then, you’d feel his hand snake up your spine and tug you down towards his chest..not another word was exchanged. Just slow, tender pecks and breathy moans..immersed in the covers and in one another, you’d allow the moment to take you both. Your palms cupping his cheek and his gripping your ass, you’d tousle around underneath the sheets. It didn’t take long for the endearing moment to become rather heated but it was a true testament of the passion between you two. In a moment of haste, his nails would gently dig into the curvature of your back as you leaned up. In a matter of minutes, you’d feel his once flaccid erect growing harder underneath you. The sensation of your dripping heat making direct contact with him..and it was driving him crazy! He needed you so badly right now and you were just the same.
“Armieeee..”
calling out with a high pitched whimper as you ground yourself against him. You couldn’t stop either..almost as if you’d simply combust if you were to be pulled away from him right now. Frail cries would escape his lips as well but he’d find a semblance of control to satisfy your desires, which took precedence over everything else.
“Yes, baby? Tell me what you need..”
cooing to you in that sweet, loving tone that always managed to turn you to meet putty in his hands every time. You were still hopelessly rutting yourself against him; arousal overflowing from between your thighs that quickly. He knew what you wanted but he needed to hear you say the fateful words..give him instruction and guidance the way you had always done. “Hey, look at me, mama..” gently snatching your head forward and forcing eye contact as your chest heaved. “N-need you. Need you so bad, baby..please. Make love to me..” and with that whiny declaration, he’d make haste in fulfilling your wish. With a cocked smile, Armin would reign you in tighter, reaching for you. “Then here..take my hands, angel..” on his command, your hands would join in a gentle clasp, combining as one as you adjusted your lower half to align with his. He’d buck his hips upward and you’d lower yourself down as your bodies became one… meeting in an instant. “Fuck…” the word escaping your mouths simultaneously along with gentle moans. That seemed to be the theme for the night. A stark comparison to the wild nights you shared together previously. Perhaps.. it was the realization that this was really the last time you’d get to do this for a while. That he wouldn’t be able to feel the comfort of your body, to smell your intoxicating scent..to clash with your plump lips..to taste the sticky gloss that coated them. To stare into those gorgeous brown eyes. So as he lie underneath you, being rode to kingdom come as your tightness constricted around him once more, Armin would close his eyes and absorb every memory, every fiber of you..ensuring that he’d never forget his first and true love.
“There you go, baby. Right there..ride me—fuck!”
and he couldn’t possibly forget how you made him feel. How you set him ablaze with your overwhelming passion..still bound hand in hand, heart to heart, you’d keep going. Throwing your head to the wind and calling out your lover’s name, lifting it to the heavens as you bounced up and down. Taking him to your hilt; allowing that swollen tip to prod your most sensitive area. “Armin, baby! Yes..oh my gosh, you feel so good.” For the first time, you didn’t just fuck him. His flesh was more than a mere vessel of pleasure..it was your soul becoming one with his own. You were experiencing true pleasure in its purest form..and neither of you wanted it to end. Finally opening his eyes, he’d be greeted by the ethereal view of your breasts swaying and your beautiful face throwed in ecstasy filled bliss. “Aw, baby..you’re so beautiful. My favorite view in the entire world.” Smiling as tears streamed generously down your cheeks. “Oh my God—I love you, Armin! I love you so much.” Confessing with all that you could muster. And that warm, gushing sensation derived from your sex wasn’t lost on Armin either. He’d find himself in a fit of heaving as your walls closed in around his cock. Squeezing him as if to never let go. “Ahh!-shit..I love you too, baby!—“
in that moment, he could no longer hold back his urges. His need to claim full dominion over you..hastily, he’d bring you to a cease before maneuvering and flipping you over onto your back. It was then that he’d mount you. Diving between your legs as he held each in place. He didn’t even take a moment to adjust. It was mere seconds before you’d find yourself filled with him yet again and he’d begin his descent into your mix. Sloshing and drumming up slick as your thighs collided in a fiery haze. The bed..the one that you’d messed around in so many times before served as the place of consummation for your devotion tonight..ricocheting and colliding with the wall as thunderous slams erupted. Your limbs entangled as your legs found home around his waist and your arms on his back. His entire frame lay bare and pressed to your own as those hips crashed into you. It felt unreal..so unbelievably unreal. But this was the present..your reality for the time being so you’d savor every last moment you got together. Drilling further into your body, his pace sped to a barrage of more steady, consistent strokes. Ones that he would accompany with sloppy tongue kisses. Filling your mouth with them as he pounded you gently. You couldn’t keep your hands off of each other. Regardless of how many times you slept together, something about this moment was starkly different. “Look at me, (y/n)!…” once again, snatching your head forward to meet his gaze. “You’re mine..you’re mine and I don’t give a damn where you go. I belong to you, you hear me? Don’t forget that..” those tears that had been brimming in his eyes finally fell and you’d affirm his sentiment with a fierce nod of your head, assuring him that no amount of distance or time could ever dissipate the love you shared for one another. “Yes baby! And I’m all yours, forever. I won’t ever leave you.” Sealing your promises with one final act..
“Yeah? You mean that?” “Every word, baby. I want you to always be with me..” Vocalizing back and forth as he continually thrashed around inside of your pussy until he sensed the urge that you were close. Upholding one another’s heads in a passionate fury, you’d exchange breathy words amid your love making. Telling him you’re near your peak and him telling you to let go. “Come for me, baby. You can come all over—“ but alas, before he could grant you permission, it would seem that he’d reach his climax first; glaring with a wide eyed expression as his seed filled you to the brim..something he’d never done before! Cursing himself and apologizing as he shook violently, draining every drop of himself into you. Perhaps he took your words a bit too literal but it was far too late to turn back now and shortly after, you’d follow. Showering him with a splatter of sticky rain. Squeezing and dripping all down his shaft. You’d convulse and flail around the mattress until he was able to quell you with gentle kisses. “I’m right here, mama. Let it out, it’s okay..” but once you were back into consciousness, you still wouldn’t let go and you remained entangled like this minutes afterwards. Exchanging “I love you’s” and sweet nothings. Along with tears..shedding them not for what would be lost but the time you had together and the comfort in knowing that you’d reunite soon enough. This time as more than friends with benefits or even mere freshmen sweethearts. But as an entity, an item that could never be separated because your bond was forged on a stronger foundation than one made of pure lust. It was love that would drive you to be better versions of yourselves, to work hard and it was love..that would bring you right back to one another when the time was truly right!
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feeder86 · 13 days
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Feeder 86: The Top Ten
Can you believe that the Feeder86 ‘Orginal Gainer Stories’ blog will soon be posting the two hundredth story? I thought of many ways to celebrate. But then I stopped and realised that I would probably be best using the time to address one of the questions I get asked about most frequently. Which of the stories do I personally like the most?
This was not an easy list to make as I very rarely go back to re-read my own work after I have finished editing and posting them. This is not because I do not like them, but because I always see bits that I want to change. Nevertheless, this project was the perfect opportunity to revisit a few oldies that I remember being very proud of at the time. 
Hopefully you will see this list for what it is: a glimpse into how I write, my motivations and drive; rather than just a self indulgent pat on the back for myself. Yuck!
So, with that being said, let us begin...
#10 The Feeders’ Formula: This tale certainly had to be placed into the list. After all, it is the one that kicked off ‘Original Gainer Stories’ all those years ago. There are many amazing examples of instant body weight transformation stories out there. I felt that I needed to write this one as my contribution to the genre. It went down well at the time. I swiftly wrote a Part Two, then followed it up with others (The Feeders’ Formation, The Feeders’ Formalities, The Feeders’ Foreclosure, The Feeders’ Forecast, The Feeders’ Former Years), becoming something of an ongoing saga in recent years; focusing on the different Feeders from that very first meeting. As a writer who sometimes struggles to find the ending, these are wonderful to write as they all have the same inevitable conclusion. There is also so much freedom to be had when you’re working with characters who are pretty much pure evil. I know so much more about the Feeders than I’ve ever written down, so it is great to tease out those little details with each new installment. The newest of these tales (The Feeders’ Foreplay) was the darkest yet, but seems to have provoked a very favourable reaction from many. Who knows what the Feeders may get up to next? I do! And you can find out too, once we start a whole new sweeps season of stories this April! Come with me into The Feeders' Fortress!
#9 Only One: Where do I start? Only One has my absolute favourite type of feeder. Ben is big, sexy and very in control. He’s one of those rare types of guys who always stays on top and is a step ahead of absoultely everyone he meets. Who wouldn’t fall for him? I certainly did! In fact, I loved him so much that I wrote an entire prequel for him (and none of you even noticed!) Check out Rewire if you want to see how Ben became the man we know and love.
#8 The Wright Boys: The idea of a weight gain that cannot be stopped or controlled is a tempting one for many. How much easier would it be if you didn’t have to second guess your choices or face the pressure to lose weight? This was the first tale of what I see as ‘The Curses’ saga that eventually bled into many other stories (including another one on this list!) and culminated in Wright vs Beckett. However, this story remains my personal favourite of these. If you’re a fan of looking for crossovers between my stories, these are some of the most explicitly linked. I followed it up with a spin-off tale (The Wright Boys: DNA), but continue to have ideas about how I could go back to these boys in the future. Watch this space.
#7 Making Monsters: The title of this story really does give away how I felt about it at the time. This is quite the saga, spread over into not just two, but three parts! It began as a story that was very similar to Blackmailed; a tale that I had written previously about a guy voyeristically enjoying seeing his friend fatten up her boyfriend. However, this story evolved even further for me, with Tommy’s love of eating and gaining weight being both his greatest love, and his biggest shame. His denial only heightened the tension for me, and, when he does eventually give in, the gains feel all the more satisfying as a result.
#6 The Pig Feed: It’s not easy to write a gainer story where there isn’t another character spurring the events along and encouraging things. In this tale however, that role is given to a very tasty and surprisingly addictive pig feed mixture that Steve gets himself hooked on. It’s a story that I really enjoyed writing and still feel very happy with. I have considered writing more stories around this interesting feed. However, I am yet to do so; deciding (for now at least) that things are perhaps best left as they are. But, feel free to let me know your thoughts on this.
#5 Farm Boy: Whether you grew up in a big city, or a small rural community, like Hayden in this story, we can all relate to having desires and attractions that those around us don’t understand. And, thanks to how well connected we are these days, we now know what it’s like to realise that you’re not actually alone, and the whirlwind of excited emotions that follow. I enjoyed writing this story because I, quite simply, fell completely in love with Hayden. As kinky as he was, he still retained that fresh faced innocence throughout. If any of my characters were destined to be together forever, I imagine that these two would be my top choice.
#4 Keeping a Crush: This is one of those stories that I wrote in a matter of hours, and I was so pleased with it when I was done. Getting the train to go to work is not necessarily something that many Americans have to do, and so the location had to be switched to the UK (quite refreshing, I thought!). For me, it’s one of those really rare instances where placing very solid restrictions on the structure of a story (In this case, having it all take place during the commute to and from work) and finding that it actually elevates the sexual tension and mood. All scenes take place in public settings. All conversations could, in theory, be overheard. These days, so many people meet online and flirt for weeks by messaging back and forth, before they even see each other for the first time. Nowadays, for better or for worse, the actual, real fantasy is finding a connection with someone you just see in the real world; perhaps with a person you literally just met on the way to work...
If you’ve not read this one, I really would highly recommend it.
#3 To the Max: Stories with a magical element to them are either loved or hated. However, I find that this tale walks that line very successfully. Ned gets his hands on a love potion and makes straight guy, Max, fall for him. I’m sure we’ve all been there with that fantasy! However, it is in the consequences of inviting someone into your life, someone that you actually know very little about, that the entire eroticism of this story is based. I won’t spoil it for those who have not read it, but believe me when I say that things soon start getting very interesting indeed…
#2 Tommy’s Two Hundred. Don’t recognise this one? Well, that's because none of you have read it yet. 
Now, I’m not just saying this because I want you all to come back for the two hundreth story, but this is genuinely one of my absolute favourites. For my big milestone stories in the past, I have written something specifically for that event (Wright vs Beckett, The Seven Feeders of Finn). However, this is just a tale that I adored writing and decided to hold back for you all, especially for this occasion. It’s a story of domination and submission within a fairly open, but very kinky, relationship. Strapping Hunter plays the part of a very controlling feeder, making me break many of my own rules and stretching my boundaries to the absolute limits. You’ll either love him, or you’ll hate him. That’s all I’m going to say…
Also, this story is going to be the first Feeder86 story that will be fully illustrated. It’s all thanks to the amazing talents of Spellwell9 who was given an advanced copy and asked to imagine the characters in four different scenes. I cannot wait for you to see this!
Put it in your diary. All will be revealed from Friday 5th April…
#1 F80 Control: This is perhaps a controvercial choice (especially as my #1). I have previously admitted that this story strays a little from its purpose of being a gainer story. In other words, I get very caught up in the background story that is being told. However, I feel that the science fiction genre is surprisingly underused in tales of weight gain. Yet, the combination of Aritificial Intelligence and submission seemed, to me, to be the perfect blend. It really is a beast of a story if you can follow it all the way through to its conclusion. 
With the advent of improved artificial intelligence software in recent years, I felt the time was right to develop the world further, with the addition of F80 Ctrl Alt Del; a spin-off tale set slightly before the main story. Then, unable to help myself, I followed this up again with another companion story, F80: Kidnap and Control. 
The reason I chose this universe as my favourite is because this is where I am happiest writing. With AI, I don’t need to consider the morality or motivations - I know exactly what their aims are and I can see multiple ways in which it will cause conflict with humanity (and their waistlines!) I would also love to write more for this world one day, and I even left a little unused subplot in the last story that I think would provide the perfect starting-off point for another chapter. Will I ever write it? Well, we’ll have to wait and see…
So, there you have it! The the complete list!
This was a much harder exercise than I expected when I first embarked upon it. Stories like: Jiggle the Jock, Meticulous, Rule Number One, Freaks, Leftovers I and II, Ethan: The Secret Feeder and, not fogetting The Consequences I, II and III all crept in and out of the list, unfortunatley missing out on the final cut. There are many, many others, of course. But this list cannot go on forever...
So, why not tell me which ones were your favourites? Feel free to write in the comments and post a link to any other stories that you have enjoyed from myself, or from other authors. Hopefully, if we all work together, this could become a great resource for people in the future, filled with signposts and reccommendations.  
Also, don’t forget the Feeder86 Contents page where you can find links and descriptions of all the 200 stories posted so far (as well as plot outlines for upcoming tales as well). Please continue to enjoy the vast catalogue of stories, and even have a go yourself! I love supporting the many new gainer fiction writers who contact me. So please do get in touch if you need advice, or to talk through your ideas. Let’s all encourage a whole new generation of people to get typing away! I’m sure you will cheer them on just as much as I will.
Thank you to everyone who supports the stories blog here on Tumblr. Keep checking in every Friday througout April for a whole new sweeps season to celebrate this milestone. Stories will include: Tommy's Two Hundred, Train for a Gain, The Feeders' Fortress and The 1% (a companion story to The 5%). For now, I thank you all for taking time out to sit and read the very bizarre tales that sprout from my mind. You are all wonderful.
Happy 200 stories!
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fangsandfeels · 4 months
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Got hit with more thoughts about spawns and Cazador...
...and naturally, I'm posting it here because I'm no longer a functional human being.
I remember the lingering question that Astarion seemingly being only one of the spawns using seduction to lure victims in. At least, there is no menition of other’s doing so, except for Petras. So, why is that? Why Astarion was the only one?
In my opinion, it stems from Cazador’s very particular choice of victims. In all these years, he acquired only seven spawns (except for the thousands of Turned nobody knew about), and almost all of them used to be accomplished or talented people:
- Violet, a beloved and talented songbird from Reithwin;
- Dalyria, a respected doctor working in the Parliament;
- Leon, a sorcerer (a spell modifiaction he came up with shows how good he is at his magic);
- Astarion, a magistrate with a promising future, centuries of life ahead of him, and a beauty worthy of a thousand paintings.
Following this tendency, we can assume that Yousen, Aurelia, and Petras also were similarly talented or good at something enough to attract Cazador’s attention and make him envious.
The bastard thinks very highly of himself. He calls himself the most intelligent and beautiful creature out there, and spends hours writing letters to other vampire lords, trying to convince them of his grandeur. He attempts to inflate his ego, making it finally big enough to overcompensate for his miserable inferiority complex, in any way he can: so, whenever he spies someone with a talent or potential, someone who might be better than him at anything, he snuffs them away, adds to his collection, and then breaks them over and over, making them believe that they’re nothing. He is the father who gives them purpose; they are his spawn who owe him everything; and everything they have belongs to him.
And maybe, aside from tortures, and humiliation, and gaslighting, and forcing “siblings” to hurt each other, he came up with one more way to break them - when he forces them to hunt, he forces them to use everything that made them special, loved, respected, and admired for the most gruesome things.
- Violet, previously a talented singer whose voice was fondly remembered up to Reithwin’s fall, using her voice to catch attention; using her image and charm to lure people into the palace to their death.
- Dalyria, picking her victims around apothecaries and temples that responded to the people's suffering by closing doors in their faces, seeking out refugees and ailing citizens low on coin, offering to help them, kindly inviting them to “her place” (if we take Karlach’s family as an example, finding a healer who would agree to help a less-than-wealthy family is quite a problem at the city).
- Leon, using his talents and magic to nab people from the street, to drag them to Cazador without a fight while knowing that he will never be able to use the same power against the bastard himself.
- Astarion, a previously sophisticated, proud, and beautiful elf, stripped of his dignity and pride, using his body to either seduce poor young and inexperienced souls (fulfilling their image of an ethereal and caring lover) or let himself be pawed at by drunkards and brothel-goers.
I don’t think any of Cazador’s choices were accidental. I don't think he had to roam the streets at night, looking for potential candidates; that he ever Turned any of them by chance.  
They all caught his eye at some point, became an object of his obsession, and then fell victim to a scenario where they were confronted by a promise of salvation - and each time, it made Cazador giddy with excitement and a sense of self-importance. He took them away from the world because he could. He will twist and shape them to his whim because he can. And then, he will take everything from them, reducing them to miserable wretches because this is who they should be, compared to him.
They will belong under his heel, scared, helpless, and obedient, worshipping him and fearing him. Forever.
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puck-bunnies · 2 months
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behind closed doors
umich!luke hughes x fem!reader
warnings: nsfw 18+, fingering, praising, choking, not proof read
word count: 2.3k
me and luke were never much of friends, never even talked much. at least, that’s what everyone thought. no one ever knows what happens behind closed doors.
i have not used this app in forever, meaning i haven’t written a fic in quite a long time so this is me trying to get back into writing. sorry if this is not great and a little rushed, i just haven’t written anything in like five months. anyways, try to enjoy this fic and ill try to write more as soon as i can.
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i sit in the living room of my best friends boyfriends house, she sits beside me as all of ethan’s roommates take up every other seat. the lightning vs islanders game plays on the tv, having all of our eyes glued to it.
the boys are in a constant state of yelling, wether is celebrating, yelling at how stupid the refs are, or booing the other team. i’m not as invested as usual, my teams aren’t playing, but ill never miss an opportunity to a hockey game.
my mind also focuses on the close proximity as luke sits beside me, our thighs lightly rubbing against each other ever so softly. the warm summer weather left me wearing shorts and a tank top, causing luke’s hand to glide across my bare skin as he secretly places his hand on my thigh.
i never intended on sneaking around with luke, it all just happened one day, the house was empty and quiet. we got to talking, venturing from subjects like our classes, plans for our future, and somehow turning into our sex life.
he learned that i’ve never really gotten quite what i need, never feeling that spark with any guy that i’ve been with. them never wanting to try anything i’ve wanted to, i’ve never been fully satisfied.
he continued to tell me how he has slept around quite a bit. nearly almost always leaving the rink with some new blonde puck bunny stuck to his arm. he didn’t wear it as a trophy, or say that he regretted any of it, all just saying it’s apart of his past. his history he can’t and won’t change.
one thing led to another, his hands roaming my body as my lips bit down on his. my hands squeezing the mattress tightly with every moan escaping my lips.
we didn’t even stop there, whenever we could find a time to be alone, we were tangled in each others arms.
here we are now, not even able to keep our hands to ourselves in sight of one another. i try to shake his hand off, not wanting any of the surrounding eyes to see his intimate gesture. he doesn’t move, squeezing my skin harder. i softly pierce my bottom lip with my teeth, try to calm my nerves. i can feel heat bubbling up to my face, painting my cheeks with a faint blush.
my eyes peer over to him, giving him a pleading look to start behaving. he doesn’t budge, giving me a side smirk before returning his eyes on the game.
rutger groans loudly as the 2nd period finishes, “fuck the lightning.” he swears as they’re pulling a 4-1 lead. he chugs back the rest of his beer, throwing the can on the ground in some grown man temper tantrum.
the ads run during the commercial break, leaving the rest of us to disregard the television for the time being. my heart starts to quicken, without their distraction of the game they’re eyes could fall upon luke’s hand on me.
my mind tries to work fast, but the only thing i can think of doing is grabbing the blanket next to me and covering myself with it, concealing us from the wandering eyes. luke’s lips curl into a smirk, proud of me not forcing him off, knowing that i want it. that i want him.
his hand becomes bolder, rubbing up and down my inner thigh. i bite my bottom lip again, trying to stabilize myself from this new feeling. his fingers become more adventurous, going to the hem of my shorts.
“fuck.” i softly mumble to myself, luke’s soft chuckle tells me that he hears my light groans. his fingers don’t stop there, rubbing up to the bottom of my shirt, toying with the cotton material.
the pads of his fingers brush against my sensitive skin, right across the bottom of my stomach. fire engulfs my stomach, my breath hitches as he rubs softly back and forth, tickling my skin.
the game comes back for the final period, my eyes keep trained on the hockey game, but my mind can only focus on his touch as it drives me insane.
he feels my stomach hitch with my breath, he knows i want him so badly, he knows what he does to me. i squeeze my thighs together, trying to cause some type of sensation in my growing wetness.
i can’t take his teasing fingers anymore, “meet me in my room.” i whisper to him. rising from the couch and walking away from the crowded living room. i head for the direction of the bathroom, making them hear my footsteps as i lead their ears to the door closing. i stay outside the bathroom, tiptoeing to my room in an unsteady waiting of luke.
the door finally opens, luke quickly closing the door silently behind him. a deep breath is all i can hear from him, turning around to look at me patiently sitting on the foot of my bed. he takes a seat beside me, quickly gripping my hips and pulling me onto his lap.
“it’s been awhile since we’ve been alone,” my fingers rake up the back of his head, through his soft brown hair, my finger swirling around a curly lock. “too long.” a soft sigh parts from his lips as my fingers lightly scratch at his scalp.
he keeps his hands on my hips, roughly gripping at my denim shorts. “i missed your hands all over me. you can’t tease me out there and not expect me to want more.”
our bodies come closer, our lips so close together, our hearts syncing their beats. i can barely hold myself back from making up that final inch. “tell me how badly you want me.”
“i want you..” he shyly gives into my need. it’s not enough for me, i feed off of hearing how badly he wants me, his hands rubbing up and down my body, the feeling of his cock being buried deep inside me.
“oh yeah…” my lips attach to his neck, softly kissing down from his jaw.
finally he gives in, “i want to feel you against me, your lips on mine, every inch of your beautiful body baby.”
a devilish smirk spreads on my face, “mmm, is that right?” i mumble against his neck, softly sinking my teeth into his sensitive skin, sucking the spot to soothe it after.
“oh god yes.” luke practically moans out. his hands become adventurous, slowly going down to hold my ass in his hands, gripping at my clothed skin. they make their way down farther, gripping at my exposed thighs while my kisses go back up his jaw.
i crave for his taste, forcefully pressing my lips against his in a hungry state. my tongue quickly sliding into his mouth, hands combing through his messy curls, pushing him closer into me. he guides my hips back and forth on him, i can feel him hardening underneath me.
breaking the kiss to catch my breath, i drop my head onto his shoulders as i feel his hands press against my pussy. my hips still grind on him, but instead of just on his hard cock, it’s on his fingers. “mmm, you want me that bad?” he chuckles, i nod against his shoulder.
he undoes my shorts, exposing the top of my pink lacy panties, his fingers drag down them, going farther into my pants. they settle on my wetness, my hips stop rocking, focusing on the closer touch. “god you’re soaked.”
my lip sticks to my teeth in a harsh lip bite, my walls clench around nothing, begging to be filled by him. his fingers work slow and teasingly, rubbing circles around my clothed clit, watching me squirm on top of him. my back slightly arches, legs slowly opening wider for him to have better access to my aching pussy. “needy, are we?”
i softly whimper, my hips start to grind again, craving more attention from his teasingly slow hands. his fingers move the crotch of my panties aside, touching my wetness with his bare fingers, feeling my folds and them dripping for him. my head lifts off his shoulder, taking a glance down at his hand stuffed down my pants, looking back deep into his eyes.
i take a deep breath out, without a single warning he thrusts a finger in my pussy. making me loudly squeal with surprise. he quickly covers my mouth, stopping his finger in me. “you have to be quiet princess, you don’t want us getting caught, now do you?” he asks. i shake my head no, he hums at my obedience. “good girl.” his voice is in a whisper, softly praising me.
he begins to move his finger once again, letting me adjust to the new sensation before adding another, stretching me out for him. curling his fingers up to my g-spot. finally trusting me enough not to scream, he moves his hand off of my face, settling it down on my hip to keep me steady.
my hands grasp at his curly locks, trying to compose myself. as he adds another finger i bite down on my bottom lip, trying to keep the wanting moans from escaping my lips. a smirk spreads across luke’s face, watching what he can do to me with just his hands. i curse under my breath, dropping my head down to keep my brain straight, the pleasure slowly becoming less bearable.
his fingers quicken, hand comes off my hip and to my chin, lifting my head to force me to stare back into his eyes. “look at me while i’m finger fucking you baby.” my teeth puncture my bottom lip harder, my chest heaving with all the moans i keep to myself. i slip up and let on me out, hard hands hit my throat, softly squeezing. “i thought i told you to keep quiet?”
his grip loosens to allow me to take a breath, closing back up as soon as my chest rises. another finger slips in my cunt, my legs start to squirm, toes curling and hands squeezing his hair. his fingers losen from my throat, falling down to the straps of my tank top. he pulls one strap off each shoulder, one at a time. hooking two fingers at the neckline and pulling down, my tits falling out from my lack of wearing a bra.
he wastes no time before gripping my breast, rubbing his thumb over the sensitive bud. i clench around his fingers, my senses overloading with pleasure. he lowers his head, kitty licking my other nipple. i softly moan, not loud enough for luke to get me in trouble again, but enough for him to know the things he’s doing to me.
my stomach clenches, the feeling i know very well as my head starts to feel light. “i’m so close.” i whimper out. luke doesn’t let up, switching to my other breast, sucking on the nipple before softly biting the skin.
my whole body clenches as i feel my climax, luke’s quick fingers curling inside me quickly. it all comes raining down, my pussy clenching around him as i coat his fingers with myself. he backs up, letting me heave and fall down on his chest to catch my breath.
i quietly curse under my breath, squeezing my eyes shut to recover from my high. i life my head back up to look luke in the eyes. he removes his fingers from my folds, fingers coated with my cum. he slides his fingers into his mouth, licking them clean. my breath catches in my throat again, god damn he makes me want more.
“you’re such a good girl Y/N.” he pops his fingers out of his mouth, “i wish i could fuck you silly right now. but i want to keep all those precious moans to myself, when we can be completely alone.”
before i can even react to his words he puts his lips back onto mine, slipping his tongue in my mouth to let me taste myself. his fingers plant back onto my hips, helping me up to my feet so he can get out from underneath me.
“you go get yourself cleaned up and meet me back in the living room. i pray we weren’t gone too long for anyone to notice.” he whispers, fixing my hair from the sweat that beads on my forehead.
i nod to his words, giving him one last little kiss before he silently slips out of my bedroom. my try to regain my normal breathing patterns, my brain still fuzzy from my previous orgasm.
i obey luke’s wishes, tiptoeing to the bathroom to clean myself off. splashing water into my face to try to remove my blushing red cheeks. i walk back out to the bathroom, seeing everyone engrossed in the final minutes of the third period. i thankfully sigh, slipping back between the guys to sit back down beside luke. he offers me a light smirk, we both then back to the television, watching the game unfold.
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saintvainglorious · 2 months
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My First Fanbind! A Black Sails Fic Anthology Series
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It took me a year (and a lot of anxious research) before I worked up the courage to bookbind fanfiction, and after months of on-again-off-again work, my first fanbind is finally done!
I knew that if I was going to bookbind fic, I had to bind something from the Black Sails fandom, aka the fandom and show that have had the biggest impact on my life. Y'all, I almost went into academia to study slavery in the 17th-18th century Caribbean because of this show - when folks say this show rewires your brain chemistry, they are NOT kidding. THEE show of all time. Happy 10th anniversary to Black Sails! This fandom is small but mighty. May we continue to get our hearts and souls blasted to smithereens by this show for many years to come.
Ao3 abounds with magnificent Black Sails oneshots, so I decided to put together an anthology of my favorite Silverflint fics under 20k, which I split into two volumes. Included are works by @justlikeeddie, @vowel-in-thug, @balloonstand, @annevbonny, @francisthegreat, @nysscientia, and more! Thank you, thank you all, you brilliant wonderful people, for gracing the Internet with such amazing writing. When I read the fics in these anthologies I want to fling myself into the sun.
More on the design and binding process below the cut!
Vol. 1 Page Count: 270 (12 fics) Vol. 2 Page Count: 248 (11 fics) Body Font: Sabon Next LT (10.5 pt) Title Font: Goudy Old Style Other Fonts: IM Fell English, pirates pw
The typeset (which I did in Word) took a while, mainly because I'd never done it before. Manually adjusting the hyphenation line-by-line was especially tedious. After making these books, I abandoned Word in favor of InDesign, in large part because InDesign gives you way finer control over your justification and hyphenation settings.
Regarding my actual design choices, I'm happy with how the ocean motif on the title page turned out (it's not the same pattern as my endpapers, but they're complimentary) and I'm very fond of my divider dingbats, which are little swords! Goudy Old Style was a fun title font to use, since it's the font that Black Sails uses as its logo. The stories in Vol. 1 are divided into parts based on what Silver WAS at that point in the show (cook, quartermaster, or king), and Vol. 2 is split up into comedies, histories (AUs set in the canon universe) and tragedies - befitting Black Sails' Shakespearean ~vibes~.
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I stuck to a flatback binding, as I wasn't feeling quite ambitious enough to try rounding and/or backing. I've learned that I ~Anakin Skywalker voice~ hate sanding, enjoy folding/sewing, and don't LIKE edge trimming but enjoy the results enough to make it worth it.
The real adventure was decorating the cover, which remained bare for months. After agonizing over Illustrator and experimenting unsuccessfully with HTV and lokta paper embossing, I ultimately turned to using stencil vinyl to paint on the designs. There was a bit of seepage under some of the stencils, but I was able to scrape off the excess with my Cricut weeding tool without damaging the coated surface of the bookcloth (probably Arrestox Blue Ribbon from Hollander's). Even though it was very time-consuming, I'm so happy with the end result of the stenciled paint job and I intend to stick with stencils for my foreseeable future binds.
Are there things I would change? Sure. It was humid out when I printed, so the pages have got a wave. There’s an extra two pages in Vol 2. that I have no idea how I missed, and I got a line of glue in the middle of one of my Vol. 2 endpapers. I’m pretty sure I didn’t case in quite right, since my endpapers pull away from the case at the spine. I think the inner margins are a bit too big, and despite going line-by-line there’s still some wacky justification spacing in the typeset. But man, am I proud of these books! It is so satisfying to learn a new skill - MANY new skills, if we’re being honest - and to make something both beautiful and practical. If I’m still binding in two years or so, I can see myself redoing the typeset in InDesign, cutting out the existing text block, and reusing the cases. I’m also already planning for Vol. 3, which will be Silverflint Modern AUs.
Thanks for reading!
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anonymergremlin · 6 months
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Types of hugs
As promised, another piece of my thoughts and headcanons. This time about the gestures we learn in the game. I got really curious after receiving this one gesture after reading a certain sad letter. Is our boy learning from them? Is he curious about human gestures? Who knows.
Anyway, gender-neutral this time. For all you lovely people out there.
I hope you enjoy it and please forgive me for any mistakes. I am just a silly gremlin.
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A heavy rainstorm rattled through the floors. Turning the once silent night into a restless one, keeping some of Hotel Krat souls awake. Step by step they approached the hotel's library. Perhaps a good book would help them through such a stormy night. Their fingers curled around the handle of the door. Slowly they opened it. To their surprise they were greeted by a brightly lit room. Another soul must have found its way into the library. "Oh... I didn't think anyone else would -" they stopped their own words as the other person came into view. It wasn't just anyone from the other residence, no, it was the puppet. Geppeto's puppet. The young man stood beside one of the many bookshelves. Fingers running through pages. He seemed to be quite concentrated on the writings.
“P?”.
As his name left their lips, he immediately turned. For a moment his porcelain face looked so blank, but it changed so quickly. The softest smile of all covered his face, his blue eyes lit up and his freckles almost seemed to shine like stars. It was impressive how much he had changed, he really had become more human.
"Have you found something interesting, my dear puppet? Would you like to show it to me?"
They took a few steps to close the distance between them, close enough for a quick glance at the book. To their surprise, P's finger pointed to a particular word.
Hug.
"Are you curious about hugs, P?" they asked him, eyes moving from the book to his blue eyes. He nodded. It wasn't unusual for him to be interested in human gestures. They had seen him mimic some of those described in books or letters before. Once he even mimicked a painting of a knight, his rapier close to his chest, the blade pointed to the sky, his back straight and a proud smile on his face. It was an amusing sight that brought a smile to their face.
"Well, my dear P, there are many kinds of hugs. You could say that one type of hug is never the same as another". They moved one of their hands up, raising their index finger like a teacher giving an important lesson. "In general, you can hug a person to show them that they are welcome, but you can also hug someone to say 'thank you'. You see? A hug can mean two completely different things." His mouth opened slightly and his eyes blinked, indicating his understanding. "A hug can also be a gesture of consolation. For example, when you see someone crying. You can go up to them and hug them, hoping that by doing that, you're going to comfort them through their sadness." For a moment, they stopped themselves and thought of all the people out there who deserve to be hugged. To have just the slightest bit of comfort in their lives. From the look on P's face, they had a feeling that the puppet probably had the same feeling. 
They shook their heads, trying to rid their mind of the thought of Krat's sad state. The people must continue to look forward to a better future. They brought their thoughts back to the hugs. With a slight blush, they remembered another important kind of hug.
"There's also... the kind of hug that lovers do," they said, almost whispering the words out of a slight sense of embarrassment. A fine blush rose to their cheeks as they thought about it more clearly. "Lovers hug as a gesture of their love. They embrace each other, body to body, to feel each other's warmth. Wishing they never have to let go." Their eyes closed for a second, imagining the feeling of someone holding them like that. Two hands gently touching their backs, arms wrapped around their frame and a chin resting softly on one of their shoulders. The thought alone left a good feeling in their chest, but to their surprise, it seemed to come from a real source. Eyes opened to find themselves in a hug. Two hands gently resting on the small of their back, arms carefully wrapped around their frame and a chin tucked between their neck and shoulder. P hugged them like a lover. He put just a tiny bit of pressure on them to pull them closer to him, wrapping his arms a little more around their frame and hiding his head in their neck.
They had only just told him about this kind of hug, but he was already imitating it so perfectly. And they knew from the softness and gentleness of his touch that he was serious about what the hug was saying.
Perhaps it wasn't a book that they needed in order to find comfort on this stormy night. Perhaps it is simply the hug of the person they love that they need.
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pucksandpower · 1 year
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Can you do insta au with max where y/n is hockey player, thank you😩
Max Verstappen x hockey player!Reader - Instagram AU
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maxverstappen1 my girlfriend’s an olympian
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yourusername love you always! his and hers trophy cabinets might be necessary soon
f1fan9 the way max and y/n are casually flexing on us 😭
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yourusername ???
maxverstappen1 i was feeling left out
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yourusername future goalie
maxverstappen1 i think you mean future f1 driver
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danielricciardo she is so out of your league
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danielricciardo someone has to keep him humble
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SNEAKY DEVIL
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— ꒰ synopsis ꒱ — being with your ex on a friday night surely was the last thing you had in mind.
— ꒰ word count ꒱ — 2.1k
— ꒰ warnings ꒱ — [ns]fw, fem! reader, play toxic by britney spears, ex! boyfriend kuni, slight yan ?? a sprinkle, he‘s not accepting the break up, this is the part two of my kuni angst fic — ꒰ part one ꒱
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"would you look at yourself."
for each aspect, when there was good, there was also evil.
yet in his taunting eyes, it seemed as if there was only darkness, no light or anything that would hint at the fact that scaramouche might be a good person after all.
and as for you?
the embarrassment you had felt each time you let him stumble back into your life was burning through the entirety of your skin, greedily gnawing itself onto your heart from within.
before anything, how did it come to this point in your life again?
the reason .. well, you couldn‘t explain it yourself, even if you tried.
if you haven‘t figured it out yet as on to why you keep coming back, keep opening the door for him and letting him stay, knowing full on well it‘ll only end in the same gruesome, disgusting outcome again— it's safe to say you won't ever have an answer to your questions.
not all stars shine equally bright, and you knew, that kuni in particular was never going to give you a glowing future.
"s-shut up."
a myriad of moans and low whines filled the space in between your bodies as you barked back at his usual belittling tone— that he‘d always gather around when he was especially fed up with you.
"if only your past self could see you right now." to the corners of his mouth, a smirk cradled his lips, one that was menacing and proud of himself, proud to get the person he so called loved, in such a humiliating position.
he‘s lowering his head down while roughly burying his stiff cock further into your pussy until fully sheathed, your lips ghosting over one another, "to even have the nerve to break up with me in the first place."
his face adorned with an unflinching, serious expression, suddenly groaning as you involuntarly clenched down on him, "and now you‘re letting yourself get fucked like a bitch in heat." he pauses subsequently to messily brush away the single tear that lonely spilled down your warm cheek.
"fucked by me." his ferocious, melodic voice was vibrating into the depths of your skin, anchoring your soul.
"it‘s not like that!" you panic, each of his words were sharply cutting through your heart and feelings.
with the world falling down on your shoulders, into place, who were you trying to persuade with this?
scaramouche or simply yourself?
he wiped his hair strands— which were sticking onto his forehead, back, his skin, being illuminated much paler by the faint glow of the night, enhancing and further amplifying his damned beauty— that would always keep on mesmerizing you.
"then tell me how it is, hm?" each of his arms were carefully placed next to your head, trapping you with his body. Yet however, if you didn‘t know any better, he would‘ve given the impression that he actually cared, with the way his voice slightly softened.
pseudo innocently, scaramouche had began to observe your face, as if to wait for an actual response from you.
in retrospect, it was now clear that the whole, bloody situation you found yourself in, together with this— so called relationship, was far too complicated for your own good, anyones good, that is.
you didn‘t respond to him, a little nervous, when you averted your eyes. In fact, you weren‘t quite fond of the idea to voice anything at all.
your panicked thoughts held a significant clasp on you— sceaming internally. And although you felt slight menacing terror in his voice, with a sharp cutting panic in your throat— said attributes weren't even the worst parts of the current state of your affairs.
because in reality, you somehow enjoyed this. Not the considerable amount of pain he‘d inflict on you through words, but the familiar, once loved, tenderness of him.
you‘d lie to yourself if you‘d say you didn‘t miss him at least once or twice, sometimes even fantasizing back at the times you were intimate with each other, both stroking and pleasuring your bodies throughout the whole night until the morning sun approached you through the windows, rattling your skins awake.
you do not speak, unable to do so. Scaramouche intentionally fucked himself so far up your sore cunt that you could barely hold onto the bedsheets yourself, your drenched and swollen pussy violently gushing around his girth, his eyes beaming with self satisfied pride.
"thought so." he says nonchalantly, as if trying to prove his point.
your hands fell to your sides, just the precise thrusts of him, the targeting of your surging spots insides, caused you tumble over your own moans, mewling when he claimed you, all of you.
scaramouche switched to a tight, heavy grip, rapidly shoving his stiff heavy member past your aching hole, a feral pace, back and forth, his cock head kissing the deepest ends of your sensitivity.
you can feel his hand roam through your hips, caress your shaking body and slide over your natural curves. Your erected nipples repeatedly rubbed over his hard chest, gratifying the painful ache in your breasts.
scaramouche was quick to collect one in his palm, roughly mashing the mound of flesh in combination with the relentless push of his hips, the muscles in your core quivering.
"f-fuck, you don't even want to now how much i missed that." he shamelessly admitted, "how much i dreamed about fucking you again." mumbling the affirmations straight against your pouted lips and expanding a heavy pant once your mushy cunt forcibly squeezed down on him, dashingly gyrating around his imposing girth.
it was clear as day that he'd never get fully satisfied or satiated by fucking you anymore, the time apart you had spent were a torturous living hell to scaramouche, like a racking broken record that couldn't be fixed, playing a boring, lifeless song, over and over again.
however, you weren't going to give him what he wants, never, hopelessly trembling over your own words as you spoke.
"just, f-fuck— just shut up and fuck me." that's all it took you to bring him spiraling, a little faster as he suddenly mercilessly jolted into you with the obscene squelching noises leaving nothing left to the imagination.
for a second he observed the spot in between your in sweat soiled bodies, how disgustingly wet and filthy, a complete mess, he thought to himself. You were so exposed, bare and open for him, unrestrainedly dirtying his entire length with your slick, sloppily milking his drumming cock.
"i-if that's how you want to play this game." he promptly pauses, driving his erection impossibly deep into your squelching mess and grinding down, wiggling his hips the moment he was fully settled which caused you to mewl out achingly, moaning at every new hit.
your chest rattled with a shaky breath, the control of your body slowly but surely fading away into the pits of hell, shoving down the last remnants of self control you had stored in you.
"that's right." scaramouche coos upon seeing you struggle, cupping your cheeks and gently brushing his rough thumb over your slightly pouted lips, his loins on fire as he caught a glimpse of a single tear desperately hanging on your lashes, spilling at last. "i'm the only one who can make you feel this way."
you were trying to speak, anything, just something but he shushes you, soothes you and carries on to grind down, his facial expression almost reminding of a mocking tone, breathlessly smacking through your clenching hole that was brutally clasping around his girth.
"you're cruel." you managed to whisper, "you're so cruel." a sad heave in your voice.
those words reverberated along his bones and in his blood, forcing a numerous amount of groans through his gnawed teeth, moaning with every swallow of you.
the delicious pleasure rushed through your blood and grew the fire in your cheeks. Scaramouche lowered his head to starvingly seek your mouth, roughly plastering his hungry lips on top of yours to sloppily kiss you.
you're clinging onto him as you returned his plea, teeth colliding against each other when he drew himself away, "i'm cruel because i love you." the entry of it all rendered you speechless, your tears now fully dripping down the corners of your eyes, pouring down your skin.
reality is brought into sharp focus when you perceived the deeply intertwined bubble in your belly and how it was about to pop soon. With the curve of his lengthy cock, thickly hanging inside of you, scaramouche had an easy task to hit every so little swollen spot in within your velvety walls, eagerly rubbing them.
he's jerking himself slower and tantalizing, signalizing that he too, was close to his euphoric release. The scrutiny of pleasure was intoxicating and thick, your mouth gaping open but nothing came out, words without sounds, silent cries of your orgasm chasing your body.
you're screaming and convulsing on his cock, guzzling him dry with your sweet pussy— that he felt so squishy and soft inside of, it almost brought him to tears.
he's pulling you close, further, greedy for friction and release, scaramouche clasped onto you tighter with every new force of his hips, declaring your entire being as his, the power of his authority agonizingly searing.
the underlying sick bliss of his member filling you, his hand rubbing your erected nipple while you were fully emerged in suckling on his tongue, working around his wet muscle and tasting his saliva, a desperate ache pulsing in between.
you tipped your head back and let him hold you, in tandem, thrumming his hips into the right places in your insides. You sensed it, felt it, how he twitched in you and was about to unload his cum, your thighs already shining with wetness.
each pulse and tingle of his cock, unlocked a spasming sensation in your core, limbs tangling and hopelessly hanging onto each other as you collapsed, the smell of sex hurtling in the air of the thick room and amplifying your strong, tremendous release.
"f-fuck, fuck!" you're blurting out through impenetrable panting, moaning with your back rounded up to meet his relentless pace, your toes curling inwards as your entire body shuddered in both vibrations and the feeling of letting go, shaking at the overstimulation with the repeating press of his cock on your heat never giving you rest.
at the constant gushing and clenching of your tight cunt, scaramouche threw his head back and tore a current of groans off his throat, "archons-" he's whining out, the sounds breaking in the middle, "you always— always feel so incredible, fuck."
he's speeding up, muttering in your neck as he fully blew his load in you, your legs secured around his waist as he proceeded to greedily pump his warm seed in the deepest ends of your slicked up cunt, shivering with the overcoming stir.
his drunkened gaze caught his mess, his white ribbons smearing over the aching flesh of your drained walls as the thick globules of his cum began to gush out of your hole, drenching the damp sheets under you.
"say you love me." he's whispering of a sudden, his musky scent collapsing over you, "say it."
your body closely pounded to his to hide your face in his shoulder but scaramouche was eager to gather you in his palms, still able to perceive the wet, tired clench of your muscles on his half erected cock.
he's slumping on you, minutes passing with none of you building up enough strength to back away, "p-please." scaramouche kissed the corners of your lips, he was begging you, waiting and swallowing your name in between whimpers.
"i love you, i do." you hummed weakly with your response, without knowing if you really meant it. Maybe it was the pressure you felt, or the way he looked at you through his puppy eyes, or simply the fact that you were utterly tired of going against him constantly, whenever you both found each other again.
he seemed trapped in a daze with his eyes sparkling upon hearing you, so far off and unable to move, not that he wanted to.
this situation afterwards felt like torture, unanswered questions, the tangible ways of it both hurtful but entrancing. He's tucking you to his lips to flood his tongue into your mouth, as if he didn't want this situation to end.
not only because he felt relaxed with you, pleased by your presence and comfortable on top of you, no, it was also because scaramouche couldn't articulate himself very well.
he wasn't looking forward to another fight, one that would always break out the moment you had finished being intimate, had finishing loving you and came back crushing down to the thing everyone knew as the so called reality.
you weren‘t possibly able to run away from the consequences, the truth, and he wasn‘t either, because believe him when he says, scaramouche had tried to run away from his fate, so many times, that he cannot even remember all of it.
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ⴕ ( details of your future spouse⠀ )⠀⠀⠀ 𓆩♡𓆪
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❝ in every whatnot,
I'll tie a knot with you... ❞
⋆ .... ♡ how to pick a pile ୨ ɞ !
-` ✧ ࿐ from left to right — intuitively choose the pile through your mind or what your soul desire for. take what does it resonates considering this is a general reading...
𝐒ource & 𝐃isclaimer: pictures I've used for pick a pile was from pinterest, the divider was from @.v6que while the banner was made by me. expect plenty of grammatical errors, please kindly enlightened me in a nice way when you couldn't understand what is the message behind of the reading, thanks!
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PILE ONE
6 of wands, king of pentacles, 9 of pentacles
Everyone eyes are all to them, whether it may glimpse naturally or seldom-a kind of individual who can turn heads by its appearance and good body. The definition of success and achiever this makes them quite popular or well known in others, although prideful doesn't mean they're narcissistic. In what scale in it, would likely people rate them as 9-10 not only for looks but for other traits and people will fall for them instantly. S/he could beat someone by using his/her skills no doubt needed- a great player indeed. An individual that denotes someone who is highly passionate about certain things into his/her own life yet will always be remain humble even though s/he's aiming top and to forthcoming.
S/he displaying a strong leadership which people adore and people can depend on these said traits also have major impact for people who surround them. For what I seen, s/he can make own money and wealth through being famous and it could give them a long lasting success in life. If being famous does make them to have more money and having money will make them more even famous. Into people's opinions and view s/he is perfect as they seen, who wouldn't right? money, success and fame are all at once to them- what a lucky man. Proud for what they achieve but not in negative way. Expensive looking- s/he would love those kind of things specially in clothing and jewelries, it makes them looks like having high status which can be true. Either s/he working as business owner or a wealthy land owner, it could also define working in real state as well.
Sometimes can be totally stubborn but they very mature and grounded most of the time, it's normal for everyone to be stubborn (it means that they aren't perfect as they seems) a totally hard working individual and who also aware how they can rule through designated society (work/place). It also signifies someone who will be generous into their finance, energy and time, s/he will knew what are their commitments and responsibilities and tends to do what they say. They tends not have any anger issues as long as s/he could understand the situation and the person however they tends to be like a volcano- will be very explosive when they do get mad. You will be lucky for having this person, quite indulgent when it comes giving gifts to their lovers- mostly will bring the best and expensive gift you'll be receiving.
However the lover will tends to be lonely as the spouse is often busy for something like work (workaholic/ self-driven/ career focus) on negative note s/he will view their lover as part of their possessions. As my advice don't make them feel jealous or dark moods that may occur in surface as it will turn to be very chaotic. S/he may possibly own some pets especially dogs and horses, they will be independent whether it is financially and emotionally. You would never found this person chasing others cause they can easily attract people into their lives. Rerely takes anything personally and reason is s/he knows it better and likely to appreciate the finest things in life.
hugs and kisses, Vella
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PILE TWO
queen of cups, 10 of cups, the lovers, 10 of pentacles
A typical type of person who is sensitive and is attached to their feelings, s/he concerned with the matter of heart, emotions, family and relationships. S/he possess a strong empathy for the others, if their love ones is happy and so they are too. Strong intuition- they will be aware if someone needs them or isn't right, they are not judgemental and will try their best to understand the situation. In past, s/he experience a painful situationship and will do the best to avoid it again.
Typically shy in nature but a great listener when you someone needs them and mostly without knowing people will come to them naturally without hesitation- the only problem in here is that when problems occur into their own life, they rarely receive help from others. S/he is family oriented individual, they got some friends but family, partner and kids are most highlight and important for them. Even though you prefer men- he will have feminine features and if women she is gorgeous, may look like a goddess. In any occasion regarding to family, they will be extremely happy to gather their family especially his/her siblings with or cousins.
Generally a happy individual and rarely take negative insights as well will be feelin' grateful for what the above give to them. S/he might love to put smile on his/her face or to others, love to laughs even though in lame jokes- sometimes people do wonder if they faking their happiness but it actually isn't. They are contented to what God give to them and they probably cherish it with all of their heart, also they tends to be very spiritual individual too.
S/he will be come an excellent parent and partner and will do their best to serve and nurture their own family. This individual will possibly teach you a lot- that happiness doesn't come from material things and it comes from within, that happiness is a choice, that family and kids should be put first, that how you love your self is should be how you love the others and more great good lessons.
They want or having desire to have at least two kids perhaps a twin will be perfect for them. It also refers to someone who is playful but can be childish sometimes and very very talkative when you get to know them or when they are comfortable in someone. The type of love language they want is physical touch so be ready for lots of kisses, hugging and touching, technically they enjoy the attachment of skins. Also they proud for what body or skin do they have, confident is the key here. S/he will make you feel how deep the love is, they will understand what you have been through. You both have different lives and what have been through however they will put to understand you that life is like that and happiness is just around. You will experience unconditional love from this person.
And yes they do have some money to flaunt too but they value more the family, health and gratitude for the others. S/he do appear very lavish into how they clothes themselves even though they don't try to be like that. The only person who will make you feel that you are safe and secure into their loving arms. They do love dating (even at this moment) but do searching for someone who can have long term committed relationship with them and don't want to rush things when they do date, they want to get more someone into deeper level.
hugs and kisses, Vella
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PILE THREE
4 of wands, the fool, 3 of wands reversed
A kind of individual who is the real representation of being naive and happy person, they do love their family and is willing to go whenever there's occasion regarding into family circle. It would represents someone who do brings joy and happiness towards other life by making silly jokes or for simply uplifting them in their hardest situationship. Whenever someone ( proclaiming it is a love one ) is weak, they bring something to feel this certain individual comfort like “ Hey! make it chill, I'm here for you ”. It also the type of person who is making an effort to attend or be able to be present in family gathering even though they are quite busy they wouldn't hesitate to be right there with the fam.
Negative aspects of them which I can tell for only few of you who's happen to pick this pile, that this person will be more focus into their family rather than you. It might be one of the reasons why you both will have disagreements. Anyway, let's just move on and see what the future holds for you.
To continue, it could also symbolize someone who do love to play a lot probably a playboy or girl vibes, if not I see that they really to loves to play which can be games physical or online. I see that they do love pranking people who do close to them such as friends and cousins, can be siblings as well if happen they have one. This person represents someone who do care more to their appearance rather than for who they are. Sometimes people end up envying or feel jealous about them especially their peers.
As we're getting near at the end I feel that they are younger than you or it might be physically as well. It could also be mean that they are young at heart or someone who have young faces or can be an innocent. They do love their love freedom and do loves to wonder around or exploring the places that they never been. It might also symbolize someone who can be childish and likes being at the outdoor rather than indoor.
hugs and kisses, Vella
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How Finite is Love?
This is a short little piece set in @shirecorn‘s super cool mlp AU! This is just a first pass at it, I’ll definitely refine it if I post it to a fic site. I just HAD to get this out though, the au hits all my sweet spots!
Shining Armor considers the ponies he loves, and how a mortal pony can love goddesses.
Shining Armor held no resentment towards his two favourite mares. It wasn't their fault. They had no choice. Shining wasn't certain he believed in destiny, but whatever happened to his wife and baby sister sure was close.
First it was his wife, and that he could handle. She was an adult. They had fallen in love in highschool, they had grown together, Shining knew how strong Cadance was. If anypony deserved ascension, it was her.
If anypony could weather this, it was them.
He loved his wife with every bone in his body, every fiber of his being, every ounce of magic he could channel. And he knew she felt the same. If she didn't... this never would have happened.
Can love be a curse? Can loving somepony too much damn your soul? Can it save it?
About a month after Cadance gained her horn, Shining Armor decided dwelling on these questions wasn't helpful, and the answers didn't matter. He loved Cadance, and Cadance loved him. He couldn't change the past, wasn't sure if he even would -- but he was dead set on building a happy future.
At least as happy as he could give her. He couldn't guarantee that the love his mortal body held would last into her infinity, but he was determined to try.
He hoped it wouldn't destroy her to leave him behind, when the time came.
He loved her too much for that.
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He had celebrated when The Sun took notice of Twilight.
The young stallion was oblivious to the looks of quiet worry on his parents' faces, the body language that said they were resigned to a cautious optimism. How could the attention of the source of Equestrian life bring anything but fortune?
He wasn't yet old enough to have heard the whispers. The old fables weren't circulated in school for fear of divine retribution, and Shining Armor was not as studious as his sibling.
Now?
Had he the power, he would have torn The Sun from the sky.
His baby sister, the sweetest and most sensitive mare he had ever known, damned to an eternity of watching her friends die.
She was a child (she was older than Cadance had been) she needed protection (she had brought down false gods) she wasn't ready (The Sun had learned from its mistakes, this new goddess was more than prepared).
She needed him.
Didn't she?
(She did, once.)
He was proud of her, of course. And if he had been watching for the signs, he wouldn't have been surprised.
Twilight Sparkle had always had an innate love for those around her. Before she had locked herself away in that tower amongst the tomes, she had been a kind filly. And even then, she had never quite managed to harden her heart.
She was still openly affectionate with him, with Cadance, with Twilight Velvet and Night Light. She shared her knowledge with them because it was how she said 'I love you.'
Leave it to a goddess to exploit that trait.
When Shining managed to find time to talk with his Twily after she had earned her wings, she had said her job as goddess was 'to spread the knowledge of friendship' and to teach others what friendship truly meant. She sounded excited, happy. She had found a purpose for her research.
Shining Armor wasn't sure if his baby sister hadn't yet considered the consequences of eternal life, or if it simply didn't bother her. He didn't ask.
He realized that while she was still his Twily, and would be until the day he died, she was more. She was Ponyville's friend. She was Celestia's Twilight Sparkle.
She was Equestria's new goddess.
He renewed his vow to remain her BBBFF forever, to keep her safe from turmoil and danger.
He swallowed down his anger and despair that night, in favour of his inevitable role as protector. He had his cutie mark, and he knew what it meant.
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Shining Armor loved the mares in his life, and he would go to the ends of Equestria to keep them safe and happy, whether they needed him or not.
He was glad, at least, that they would have each other.
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♡︎𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢♡︎
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Day 18 of Kinktober 2022
Summary: He wants to get you pregnant, and he can't wait.
Props to my beta reader for today @sasualblxd - thank you for your amazing help!
750 words.
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Shouto's hunger for you is insatiable.
He's never wanted anything in his life more than he wants the feeling of your lips clashing with his- he fantasizes about it at work, just imagining what it would be like to pump you full of his cum right there at his desk.
So when he finally came home to the smell of fresh food that his wife had so generously made, a sigh of relief escaped parted lips.
Part of him still doesn't quite believe that he actually married you, but nevertheless, he slips his arms around your waist and mutters into the freshly washed skin of your neck. Strawberries and cream scented soap invades his senses, and your hair is cold to the touch, probably still a little damp from the shower.
"You know you don't have to cook for me, right? I'm happy to come home and cook for you..."
He trails off at the dismissive flick of your wrist and your faint smile, tilting his head in the likeness of a confused puppy.
The truth is, although you limit yourself to cooking simple, homely dishes, you take pride in catering for your little hero. And that's exactly what you tell him. You're proud of him. And you're proud to look after him as much as you possibly can.
This may have been lost in translation, however, since you next find yourself being bent over the kitchen counter. Maybe he has a praise kink?
Shouto feels so loved, and he can practically feel your devotion radiating off of you. All that he can think about is fucking you 'till daylight. Maybe he won't wear a condom.
Fuck it. He's not wearing a condom. Images of your belly bulged with a future baby flash in his head, enticing him, and it doesn't take much for you to crumble under his touch.
He wants to make you pregnant. He wants to fill you up and have you bear his children.
Of course, the two of you have talked about having kids in the past, so this isn't a completely new feeling, but he's feeling awefully bold and very, very needy today, so even as you squeak and scold him in a hushed voice, telling him that dinner's going to be ready soon, he makes up his mind that he's gonna be quick. He wouldn't want all of your efforts to go to waste.
"I'll be quick- I just want to fill you up before dinner... I want to make you pregnant, baby"
You're stunned silent, hearing Shou's soft breaths by your neck and whining as your belly already stirs. You slowly nod your head, figuring that he's hungry for something that's not dinner.
It's not like you can deny how turned on you are right now though.
It doesn't even take a second for him to be lifting your loose skirt and tearing your underwear off of your body, and the faint sound of his zipper being undone catches your ears. So no prep, then.
It's not like it makes any difference, after all, since almost every morning you like to wake your husband up with morning sex, but you've never done it without a condom before...
He slips right in without a problem, the feeling of slowly being filled with your boyfriend arching your back and drawing out a little mewl. He pants softly, already being merciless with each thrust of his hips as you take in the full feeling of your lovers cock, and each little ridge and vein brushing against velvety walls.
Already Shou is close, imagining your tummy filled with his seed and your curves filled out in the perfect picture of fertility. You can still smell the stress of the day on him as he bends you over the clean kitchen counter, his hand placed firmly on your mid-back to hold you down while he fucks your brains out.
Once you feel his twitching and that sudden telltale warmth deep in your core, you can tell he just came, and the overwhelming thought of being filled until you're sure to be pregnant has you tightening and spasming around him, cumming on your lover's spent cock.
Part of him wants to make a joke about having desert before dinner as he catches his breath, marking your neck with love filled kisses and bites, but he thinks that may be overkill.
But hey, the overwhelming urge to tell dad jokes all of a sudden must be good news, right?
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xas24 · 10 months
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te amo mucho ~ pedri
summary: pedri shows y/n just how much she really means to him after she thinks she’s made a mistake sharing her true feelings.
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“te amo, bebé.” the words slipped out of y/ns mouth before she could stop them. the feeling of regret started filling her up, her hands suddenly becoming sweaty as she tried to think of something to say to avoid the silence.
pedris hand tightened around her waist as he felt her slightly squirming under his hold. he could feel his heart beating against his rib cage, no doubt she could hear it too.
was he ready to share those words with her yet? ofcourse he loved her. was he in love with her though?
with a steady hand, he reached up to cup her face, the flesh of his hand coming into contact with her warm cheek. he didn’t want her to worry and overthink his silence.
“lo siento, pedro-” (i’m sorry)
“sh sh.” he leaned down to press his lips against hers, shutting her up before she started sputtering out words she didn’t mean. she kissed him back with a heavy heart, feeling herself physically relax at the touch of his soft lips against hers in a comforting manner.
in that moment, with his lips gently pecking hers, she decided it was alright if he didn’t say it back. she doesn’t want to pressure him into saying it back if he wasn’t ready.
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the sun was setting around barcelona, painting the sky in pretty colours of orange and pink, illuminating camp nou with a warm atmosphere.
y/n stood in the stands with fernando, both of their bodies dressed in the barça home jersey. y/n proudly wore her boyfriends number 8, her hair clipped up, her stomach flipping with anxiety as she watched her home team on the pitch.
her eyes followed pedri majority of the time. none of the teams had scored yet, however barça had been quite close a few times already, tipping the audience to the edges of their seats as they impatiently cheered their home team on.
it was just after half time when the stadium erupted with cheers, screams and laughs. y/n gripped fernandos arm, rather tightly, as she cheered at the first opening goal for barcelona, scored by pedri.
just like the rest of the stadium, she had a big smile on her face, proud of her boy.
“y/n, hermana, mi brazo.” (my arm) fernandos voice called out to her, chuckling in pain as she removed her hand with an apology. she hadn’t even realised she’d been gripping onto him in immense joy.
her eyes found pedris figure on the pitch, not too far away from her. she watched as he did his signature celebration, a grin on his face as his teammates clung onto him in happiness.
his eyes found hers in the stands immediately after putting his hands down. he smiled at her as his hands came up in the air to make a heart.
“te amo mucho bebé.” he mouthed as he pointed to his girlfriend. (i love you so much, baby.)
“¡ese gol era para ti!” (that goal was for you!)
y/n could feel the tears pricking her eyes, her hand coming up to blow a kiss towards him. her heart felt like it could burst any second.
she couldn’t wait for the many, many i love you’s in the future.
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cutielando · 3 months
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win ~ george russell
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Summary: After a tough couple of years in F1, George finally gets the win he so desperately wanted and you are right there to celebrate with him.
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Waiting for your first win ever was excruciating.
Going into every race thinking it might be the one and then slowly losing hope as the race would progress, realizing there was even more waiting in store before it would happen.
That's how George felt.
He had been in Formula 1 for quite some years now, but his win seemed nowhere near happening. He was slowly losing hope, getting used to the idea that he wouldn't win a race in the near future.
His family kept reassuring him that his time would come, but George's faith in himself left his body with each race that passed.
You knew how frustrating it must be, seeing all the drivers around you consistently getting wins and you struggling to get just one.
It was tough on someone's mind, it would ruin their thinking.
You, however, didn't let yourself think like that. He had been so close to winning so many times, you could feel it in your bones that his win was approaching with fast steps.
And oh, how right you were.
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Silverstone was a fan-favorite track on the F1 calendar for the fans, but it was even more special to both George and you.
You met at Silverstone, you started attending every race after it and became George's good luck charm, it was his home race and the UK was home for the both of you.
Plenty of reasons that supported your certainty that George would get his win at Silverstone.
He had been a nervous wreck all weekend, aware of how much the track meant for everyone, including you and his family, and he wanted to perform well.
"Baby, can you calm down? You're stressing yourself out for nothing" you had tried calming him down at your apartment in the morning before he had to get to the circuit.
He had barely slept, didn't want to eat anything ahead of the day and had been pacing all around the apartment since the moment he opened his eyes.
"I can't. Don't you realize how much is at stake here? I can't disappoint everyone again and not win this one. I'm going to be a failure and everybody will hate me" your heart broke when you heard George talk about himself so poorly.
You quickly got up and jumped in front of him, finally making him come to a halt and stop pacing around.
"You listen to me, Georgie. Nobody is going to hate you if you don't win today. I know you think they will, but they won't. Their support and love for you doesn't depend on whether or not you get a win today or in the next race. You're still young, baby, you have so much time to show the potential and talent you have, so many great years ahead of you. Your win will come at the right time. Please don't be so hard on yourself, I hate seeing you talk so badly about yourself" 
He bit his lip but nodded, kissing you on the forehead before bringing you in for a hug.
"I'm sorry for being like this. I just want to make you and our families proud" his voice was muffled slightly because he had buried his face in your hair, but you understood him nonetheless.
"We're proud of you no matter what. We just want you to have fun and be safe. If you end up winning, we'll cheer you on. If you don't end up winning, we'll still cheer you on. We'll love you no matter what" you stood on your tiptoes and pressed your lips against his, silence sealing the promise that you would love him no matter what.
It was all he had needed to hear, his body slowly relaxing under his touch.
And it was also all he had needed to hear to motivate him to win today.
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You had never seen George drive so well. 
From the moments the lights had gone out, he had been driving like his life depended on it. He was overtaking like it was second nature, battling for position with Lewis before the team had ultimately made the decision to switch cars because George was faster, racing Max for the first place like he had never before.
The whole garage was on the edge of their seats, staring at the screens with anticipation.
It wasn't until George had overtaken Max and crossed the checkered flag first that the chaos and celebrations had really begun.
Engineers high-fiving each other, shaking hands and screaming in delight, you and George's parents hugging in a corner away from the madness.
You hadn't even realized you had been crying until Alison had wiped off your tears, laughing when you noticed that she had been crying too.
As you walked out of the garage with the rest of George's team and waited for him to return to the pitlane, you couldn't help the excitement flowing through your veins.
All the sweat, the tears, the bad races, the bad strategies, the hopes and dreams of being a Formula 1 Grand Prix winner had finally paid off.
George had officially become a race winner.
And you couldn't be more proud of him.
When you saw his car approaching and parking in front of Number 1, you felt more tears run down your cheeks as you observed him getting out of the car. 
The moment his helmet had come off, his eyes were searching for you in the crowd. When he spotted you, he gave his helmet to one of his engineers and quickly jumped over the barriers, scooping you up in his arms and twirling you around.
"You did it!" you exclaimed in his ear, holding onto his body tightly.
"I did it for you" he said, kissing your neck before putting you down.
"I'm so proud of you, my love. You can't even understand" you said as you held his face in your hands, running your fingers through his damp hair.
"I couldn't have done it without your support" he said before leaning down and kissing you, smiling a little when you both head his team wolf-whistle behind you.
As you stood there in the pitlane embracing each other, celebrating his first ever win, you knew that you would overcome everything life would throw at you together.
The win didn't just belong to George.
It was a win for both of you.
Yours.
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wheresarizona · 1 year
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Anniversary
summary: With your toddler at his abuelo’s for the night, it means Javier and you have the house to yourselves, and you can be as loud as you want. 
rating: E (18+!! This is fluff and smut. Established relationship, pregnant sex, unprotected p in v (wrap it up!), creampie, oral sex (m), breeding kink, lactation kink mention, squirting, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, praise kink, body worship (Javier loves your pregnant body), Javier being the best partner, Javier being so in love, Javier being a good dad, so much fluff, feelings)
pairing: Javier Peña/f!reader
word count: 7.3k+
a/n: Can be read as a standalone or part of the Learning to Live ‘verse (it’s canon). To celebrate Learning to Live turning one and Pedro’s birthday, here’s a Javier and Cielito future fic and a glimpse into what their lives look like. Thank you to the love of my life @juletheghoul for betaing! I love you.
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The lighting is dim in the restaurant to set the mood, a candle lit on each table for some lovely ambiance. They sat you at a table instead of a booth, Javier across from you, holding the one-page menu in both hands low on the tabletop, his eyebrows creased as he read it over. 
He’s wearing the navy blue suit because he knows it’s your favorite, with no tie and a crisp white shirt beneath his open jacket. The first few buttons are left undone, so you can see some of his chest and the column of his throat, it working as he swallows, mesmerized by how his Adam’s apple bobs. You’re thinking about how it looks with a sheen of sweat coating it, always paired with a nice flush that moves down onto his chest, and the way perspiration catches in the tantalizing trail of hair below his belly button, leading to his hard—
“I can feel you undressing me with your eyes, Cielito,” he rasps, glancing up with a knowing smirk under his perfectly trimmed mustache. 
You feel zero shame at getting caught. 
“A suit with no tie and buttons undone?” you ask. “It’s like you’re waving a big sign that says, ‘I’m down to fuck,’ and I’m just admiring the goods before I decide to buy.” 
One hand goes to his mouth, his thumb swiping along his bottom lip, your attention drawn to it, arousal swirling in your belly. 
“Yeah?” he asks. “You gonna buy?”
“Maybe.” 
His hands go to his shirt, deftly opening one more button. 
“How about now?” he asks. 
“Javier!” you gasp dramatically, clutching imaginary pearls over your chest. “The townspeople will be scandalized by such indecency! They’ll think you a man of loose morals!”
One of his eyebrows arches. 
“You done?” 
Grinning, you reply, “Yes, and also definitely yes to us fucking as soon as we get home.” You wag your eyebrows. 
He looks proud of himself, crookedly smiling. 
“Knew this outfit would get you,” he says. 
“Because you exploited my weaknesses.” 
“And you just happened to decide to wear that tight fucking dress I love with no ulterior motives?” 
“We exploit each other's weaknesses. It’s honestly quite romantic.” 
“It is.” He nods. “You know what you’re gonna get? I’m assuming the pasta?” 
“Yep. I don’t know why you stared at the menu for so long; you’re just gonna get the steak.” 
“To rile you up.” He shrugs, setting his menu down on the table.  
God, he knows you so well. 
“I love you so fucking much it’s dumb,” you say. 
He smiles, a tender look on his face. 
“I love you, too, baby.” 
“Javi?” 
“Yes, mi amor?” 
“Is it always going to be like this?” 
His eyebrows furrow. 
“What?” 
“Just being so disgustingly in love and horny for each other. I know we’re still in the honeymoon phase, where everything is good and easy, and every day I love you more and more, but will this feeling fade?” you ask with a frown. 
“Cielito, we’re at this fancy fucking restaurant celebrating being married for four years…” he says slowly. “You’re gonna have our second kid in less than two months. We’re way past the honeymoon phase, baby—this is just how it is.” He smiles fondly. “I can tell you without a doubt that this feeling is never gonna fucking fade because what we have is real, and I love you more than anything.” He reaches over to grab your hand, his thumb rubbing over the diamond ring on your finger. “You’re the best wife and the most amazing mother to our son and daughter on the way, and I’m so fucking lucky that you chose to be with me all those years ago. I love you, Cielito, and I’ll never stop loving you.” 
Tears are in your eyes, your throat feeling tight as your lip trembles. 
“Javier, you know I cry easy. How dare you be so romantic!” 
He raises your hand, leaning forward to kiss your knuckles and the ring. 
“I’m sorry for making you emotional,” he says, setting it back down. 
You can’t help yourself, starting to weep, the tears rolling down your cheeks, thankful you aren’t wearing makeup. Your skin is far too sensitive to get all dolled up, and add in the fact that if you tried, you’d probably end up crying it off; there’s no point. 
“You’re not sorry, and I love you so much,” you sob. “You’re such a good dad and husband, and I feel like I won the lottery with you. Oh my god, I love you.” 
Concern is on his face. 
“Oh, baby, I love you, too,” he says in a calming tone. “Need a hug?” 
“No, I’m okay,” you reply, grabbing your napkin to wipe at your wet face. “I feel like I’m crying more this pregnancy.” You look at him. “Cried about the quesadillas you’d made the other night ‘cause they were so good and your mom’s recipe. Cried when I saw a mamma duck and her ducklings on my way to work.” 
Javi nods his head. 
“You cried when we watched Star Wars,” he adds. 
“The ewoks are so cute!” 
“They are. I’m still not sure why you cried while listening to ABBA…” 
“It’s ABBA, babe, and ‘Lay All Your Love On Me’ is just that good.” 
He smiles. 
“Right,” he says. “It was stupid of me to even wonder.” 
The server arrives at the table, her eyes getting slightly bigger because she can tell you’ve clearly been crying. 
“Thank you for your patience,” she says with a Texas twang. “Do y’all need a minute..?” 
“Oh, no, we’re ready to order,” you reply. “Excuse the tears—pregnancy hormones are a bitch.” 
The woman nods her head in understanding.
“Oh, darlin’, say no more. I get it. What can I get y’all?” She looks between you both. 
Javi orders for you both, and once you are alone again, easy conversation flows between you.
The baby must’ve woken up, feeling her moving all about her tiny space, thinking she might be practicing kickboxing with the way she’s kicking so much. You jump from pain when she hits something low in your hip, making a face. 
“What’s wrong?” Javi asks, his eyebrows furrowed. 
Your hand is rubbing over your swollen belly, trying to calm the baby down. 
“Your child is using my insides as a punching bag.” 
“She’s my child when she’s being a dick, but ours when she’s cute?” he asks with a raised eyebrow. 
“You heard me–owe!” you yelp, thinking you got punched in a kidney. 
Javi is out of his seat instantly, coming around the table to crouch beside you, resting his big hand over yours as he gets his face close to the side of your protruding tummy. 
“Cálmate, mi bebita (Calm down, my baby girl),” he says in a soothing voice. “Porta te bien para tu mamá, por favor (Behave for your mom, please).” He switches to English, “You’re getting so big, mi princesa. I know you’re running out of room, but you gotta watch where you’re hitting. Aim for tu mamá’s belly button.” He presses down with your hand over the front of your stomach, feeling a kick to your palm. 
“Oh my god, she hit my hand.” 
Javi chuckles, kissing your belly over your dress. 
“That’s my girl,” he says, sounding proud. “Aim toward here, so you’re not hurting your mom.” 
It always surprises you how Javi can get the baby to calm down just by talking to them. It had been the same with your first, your husband speaking to your tummy and the kid mellowing out, which is happening now, the movements slowing as she relaxes inside you, his voice lulling her. 
“We love you so much,” he continues. “Can you be good for us while we celebrate? Your brother is with tu abuelo (your grandfather) tonight, and I’ve got plans for your mom when we get home, so I’m sorry if her screaming my name scares you. I promise she’s okay.” 
“Javier!” 
He laughs, kissing your belly again. 
He looks up at you. 
“Has she calmed down?” he asks. 
“Yes,” you answer. “You’re the fucking baby whisperer, I swear to god.” You’re resting your hand on your bump. 
He chuckles, kissing over your dress one more time before groaning as he rises up. 
His hand lightly grasps under your chin to tilt your head up as he leans down to kiss you tenderly. 
“I’m happy to help,” he murmurs onto your lips. 
“I’m counting on it.” 
He nips at your bottom lip, and it makes you moan. 
“I meant what I said about tonight.” 
“I can’t wait.” 
You really can’t with how you are throbbing between your legs, tempted to skip dinner and just go home, but it is your anniversary, and you are starving, ordering the safest option on the menu that wouldn’t give you heartburn. 
He kisses you one last time on the lips, then to the tip of your nose, pulling back to look you in the eyes with a soft look on his face. 
“Happy anniversary, Cielito,” he says. “I love you.” 
“Happy anniversary, Javi. I love you, too.” 
He returns to his seat, and you talk until the food arrives, both of you quiet while eating. You share a dessert; before you know it, the bill is paid, and it’s time to leave. Javi is there to help you up, grabbing your purse hanging on your chair, and making sure you have no issues as you get out of your seat.
Getting outside, he’s shrugging off his suit jacket to put it over your shoulders, one of his arms wrapping around your waist, his other hand still carrying your bag as you make your way to his truck. 
Pregnancy is crazy. 
The first trimester was exhausting, morning sickness hell, where Javi was an MVP and did more than his fair share to care for your toddler and keep the house running while making you rest since you were growing a baby and still working your full-time job. 
Then you entered the second trimester, and the morning sickness disappeared, being replaced with ridiculous horniness—it was insane how fucking horny you were all the time, pouncing on your husband any chance you got, much to his delight. It was the same moving into the third trimester, but now your stomach is getting huge, and you can’t move as well as before, needing Javi’s help to put on your shoes and socks in the morning. Sex has to be more strategic to make sure you aren’t uncomfortable, and your husband is more than willing to adapt, finding yourself being bent over the washer or the couch, him investing in a wedge pillow to support your belly when he was fucking you in bed. Honestly, you are beyond blessed to have such an amazing partner who can keep up and hadn’t tapped out the first weekend you had alone together after the horniness kicked in—you’d fucked nonstop, and afterward, Javi stocked up on sports drinks, and protein snacks to keep beside the bed. 
He’s perfect. 
There are some days when you’re too tired, or everything hurts, and all you can do is suffer—thankfully, those days are few and far between. 
Javi’s dad is a godsend who babysits any chance he gets, giving you guys at least one date night a week and occasionally a whole weekend to yourselves. This is a night that you have alone, not needing to pick up your son until the following day, who will be excited to tell you all about his adventures with his abuelo—he loves when Chucho wheels him around in his wagon to help feed the animals at the ranch. There’s a framed photo of him in the red wagon with a bucket almost the same size as him, holding a long carrot up to Daphne, one of the two grown cows you and Javi jokingly called your bovine children, Velma, the other one, standing next to her. 
Excited is an understatement for how you feel about getting home because even though you and Javi still have sex when your toddler is home and asleep in his own room, you always have to be quiet; things were a bit more subdued, but tonight the two of you can actually fuck, and be as loud as you want. 
You sit next to him on the bench seat in his truck, as close as you can get without being in his lap, unable to keep yourself from pawing at your husband while he drives. Your belly keeps you from blowing him, and your mouth waters at the thought, getting your hand in his pants to make yourself feel better. 
He’s fully hard by the time he’s parking in the garage at your house. 
He helps you get out of the truck and up the couple of steps into the house. Once there are no more obstacles, Javi is on you, his mouth fusing to yours in a hungry kiss while his hands roam all over your body—grabbing handfuls of your ass, rubbing over your swollen stomach, and along your spine under his jacket as he safely guides you to the bedroom. 
Your need for him is unreal by the time your giant bed is within reach, but there is one slight problem. 
Breaking the kiss, you’re panting, about to speak, Javi beating you to it with a smile on his kiss-swollen lips as he asks, “You gotta pee?”
“Yes! I’m sorry!”
“It’s fine, baby.” He kisses you quickly, giving your ass a smack when he pulls back. “Get in there.”
“I love you!” you reply, turning on your heel and tossing his jacket onto the bed, waddling as quickly as you can to the en suite.
“I love you, too!” Javi calls to your back. 
After emptying your bladder and thoroughly washing your hands, it’s go time, your body thrumming in anticipation. 
The bedroom lights are dim as you make your way into it, finding your husband completely naked and standing beside the bed, chugging a bright red sports drink. The sight stops you in your tracks, pulling your lip between your teeth as you watch his throat work, wanting to lick up the column and nibble on his jaw. 
“You ready?” His voice makes you jolt, so caught up in your thirsting over him you haven’t realized he finished drinking. 
His eyes are dark when they meet yours, his lips glistening in the low light from spit and his drink. 
Smiling, you answer, “Oh, yeah.” You point at the empty bottle in his hand. “Are you pregaming?” you ask. 
He moves to set it on the bedside table. 
“Gotta make sure I’m hydrated,” he replies, his attention solely on you, long strides having him in your space in seconds. His hands land on your hips, rubbing over the stretchy fabric of your dress, locking his gaze on yours. “I know you’re gonna keep me up all night.” Leaning in, he nudges his nose against your own. “Thank fuck you don’t work tomorrow.” 
Your arms go around his neck, pushing your fingers into the hair at the back of his head, feeling the thick, soft strands. 
“I know how we are,” you purr. “A big night—our anniversary, the house to ourselves, your wife so horny she’s had to change her underwear multiple times today. There’s not gonna be a lot of sleeping.” 
“Mmm,” he hums, smiling, “I better take care of my wife then.” His big palms move down to squeeze your ass while his mouth presses into yours in a searing kiss, moaning when his tongue pushes between your lips to tangle with your own. 
Arousal burns brightly in your belly, feeling your cunt throb and slick drip down your thighs. You want him with every fiber of your being—need to taste him, touch him, smell him, you need him, all of him, and you think you might explode if you don’t get his dick in your mouth as soon as possible. 
He’s kissing your jaw, nipping at your chin. 
“Wanna suck you off,” you pant. 
“Whatever you want, Cielito,” he rasps, sucking on your pulse point. 
You know he means it, too. With being pregnant, Javi always lets you be in control of these situations—you’re the one that calls the shots, and he makes it happen because only you know how you’re feeling and what you’re up for with your body changing day by day. Some days one position feels good, and the next, it doesn’t. Sometimes you can’t stand your breasts being touched, or everything hurts. There are too many variables, and Javi cares enough that all he wants is for you to be comfortable and actually enjoy yourself.
His hands go to the bottom of your dress, pulling it up and off your arms to be tossed on the floor. 
“Tits?” he asks, resting a palm on your bare stomach and the other moving to your back, unclasping your bra with ease. 
“Good to go,” you reply. “Just leaking.” 
He nods in understanding, and then he’s moving, his mouth on yours, kissing you hard while he pulls off your bra to let it drop to the floor, his hands moving up the sides of your belly to palm your breasts. His fingers pluck at your wet nipples, making you moan at the jolts of pleasure shooting straight to your core. Kissing a trail down your neck and over your chest, ducking low to lick at one stiff peak, the warmth of his tongue making your toes curl. He’s groaning at your taste, moving to the other side to lave at the hard bud, licking them both clean. 
Looking up at you through his lashes, there’s hardly any brown left, his voice lower and raspier as he says, “I hope you make too much milk again—fucking loved having to help.”
“I sure the fuck hope not,” you reply. “They hurt and were so swollen. I’d like to produce a normal amount of milk this time around; thank you very much.” 
He sighs forlornly, frowning. 
“Yeah, you’re right. Don’t want you going through that again.” Looking a little hopeful, he continues, “But if there’s too much for the baby or you get a blocked duct—” 
“Yes, Javi,” you cut him off in exasperation, cupping his cheeks with your hands. “You’re the man to call. Mr-Accidentally-Discovered-He-Has-A-Lactation-Kink-When-His-Wife-Forgot-Her-Pump-And-We-Were-Out-Of-Town-And-Away-From-Our-Baby.” 
“Hey,” he pinches your hip. “It’s better I liked it than found it disgusting.” 
“That’s a good point. Thank god you’re kinky.” You smirk with a wiggle of your eyebrows. 
“Yeah.” His focus goes back to your breasts, his hands groping them. “Fuck, I love when you’re pregnant.” 
“The bigger boobs?” 
“The bigger tits.” He crouches down, running your fingers through his hair as he rubs over your swollen stomach. “You carrying my baby.” Leaning in, he presses kisses all over the bump. “You’re so fucking sexy,” he says into your skin. “I love how your body looks.” His fingers get under the waistband of your panties and pulls them down your legs, him helping you step out of them. 
“I’m huge—I can’t see my feet,” you reply. 
“You’re sexy,” he corrects, standing with a groan. His eyes are on yours, grabbing your hand to press it to his dick, feeling him all hard and throbbing. “This is all you and how much I fucking love your pregnant body.” 
Your fingers wrap around his length, his mouth falling open as you slowly stroke him. 
It’s taking everything in you not to drop to your knees and start sucking him off, but you want to rile him up a bit. 
“Yeah?” you purr. “You like knowing you fucked a baby into me?” His eyes close, groaning loudly as his cock twitches in your grasp, making you smile—oh, you got him. “You like me pregnant with your child? You wish you could keep me pregnant, Javi? Just keep knocking me up and having your babies—you want to breed me, baby?” 
“Fuuuuuck.” The word is a drawn-out moan. His dick is weeping precum, your strokes getting slicker. He looks at you, seeing his throat bob as he swallows. “You’re playing fucking dirty.” 
Grinning, you reply, “Me? Play dirty? Never. Exploiting your weaknesses? Always.” 
His hands come up to caress your face as he crushes his lips to yours, kissing the breath right from your lungs. He wastes no time to get his tongue in your mouth, swallowing your moans as it slides along your own. 
You feel a little dazed when his mouth leaves yours. 
“You still wanna suck my dick?” he asks.  
Opening your eyes, you answer, “Yes, please.” 
“Knees or bed?” 
“Knees.” 
“You got it, Cielito.” He smiles, kissing you quickly before grabbing your hand and walking you toward the bed. 
There’s an assortment of pillows at the end of the king-size bed, most normal, but one was specifically for sex—the wedge pillow was a lifesaver. 
He grabs one of the regular fluffy ones, setting it on the floor and helping you kneel on it, thankful to have the cushion.
He’s standing in front of you, and you grab the backs of his thighs to make him come closer, Javi chuckling. 
“You hungry for my dick, baby?” he asks. 
His groin is at level with your face, reaching to take him in hand, feeling him hot and hard in your palm as you start stroking him. Looking up at him, you smile. 
“We both know I’m always hungry for your dick—can’t get enough of it.” 
“I know,” he says, crookedly smiling. “You gonna put it in your mouth?” 
“Someone’s impatient tonight.” 
“Someone wants to fuck your pussy.” 
“You’re the only man on earth who’d turn down a sloppy blow job.” 
He snorts, crossing his arms over his chest. 
“'cause I’ve been inside you. Nothing compares.” 
“That’s oddly romantic.” 
“I love you a-whole-fucking-lot. Please, suck my dick, baby.” 
“Impatient.”
You love teasing him and getting him all worked up.  
“Horny,” he corrects. “You said all that fuckin’ shit, and now I can’t stop thinkin’ about it.” 
“Sorry,” you say, not sounding apologetic at all.
His eyes narrow. 
“You’re a dirty fucking liar.” 
You give him a cheeky smile. 
“You got me,” you giggle, and before he can say anything else, you’re licking up his shaft from root to tip, swirling your tongue around the head to get all of the sensitive spots. 
His head falls back, groaning, you gathering spit on your tongue and letting it fall onto his dick before following it with your mouth, moaning as his thick girth slides inside to hit the back of your throat. It feels so good, bobbing your head, taking him as far as you can without swallowing around him. 
His hands are on your head, rough sounds falling from his lips. 
Coming off of him with a wet pop, you use your hand to wetly jerk him, keeping his cock out of the way, while your other hand cups his balls, lightly tugging to make Javi’s breath stutter. Looking up through your eyelashes, seeing him watching with his jaw slack. 
“You’re so fucking good to me,” he pants. 
You suck one into your mouth, gently massaging it with your tongue, getting it all nice and wet, and letting it pop out to give the other the same treatment. 
“Jesus Christ, baby,” he groans, watching you make a show of licking all over his sack, leaving it shiny with spit when you move back up to take his dick into your mouth again. 
You keep your eyes on his while your head moves up and down, feeling him heavy on your tongue, then licking from his base up to the head, suckling on him while fondling his balls, and moaning as you do so, having the time of your life. 
“You’re so fucking beautiful sucking my dick,” he husks. “My beautiful, pregnant wife, fuck, I’m lucky.” 
That flush you love is moving from his chest up along his neck, already staining his cheeks—a sheen of sweat glistens on his forehead and over his pecks, seeing drops starting to shine in the trail of hair below his belly button. 
Javi looks gorgeous with his eyes glazed over, lips parted, his hands resting on the back of your head while watching in awe, clearly enjoying what you’re doing with the way his taste is getting stronger, his cock steadily leaking on your tongue.
He sounds wrecked when he says, “Fuck, Cielito, I fucking love you.” 
It’s wet between your legs, the insides of your thighs coated in slick, feeling yourself throbbing, so turned on by what you’re doing. 
What you love most about sucking your husband’s dick is getting to make him feel so good. 
Obviously, he loves penetrative sex, which is undoubtedly his favorite, but with that, the focus was on you both. With oral, you get to focus solely on him, and pamper him, if you will. Let him relax and just enjoy himself, make him feel loved, and show that even after being married, having a kid, with another on the way, you’re still just as wildly horny for him as you were when you first started dating—even more so after getting to see him as a husband and becoming a father. 
Javier Peña is a certified DILF, the elite of the elite, and dear god, is it so fucking sexy, to the point that you can’t keep your hands off of him. 
It’s sloppy. There’s no finesse with how you’re bobbing your head, his hard cock sliding in and out with ease. Your hands move to grab onto the globes of his ass, squeezing the flesh while his eyes are on yours as you enthusiastically suck him off. 
The muscles in his abdomen are tensing, his breathing getting harder, and it doesn’t surprise you when he’s saying, “Shit, shit, fuck, you’re gonna make me come—wanna come inside your pussy.” He gently pulls you off of him, a line of saliva and precum connecting you to him, your chin wet, spit having fallen onto your chest and breasts, his cock shining in the low light.
His hand goes to grasp your chin, rubbing his thumb over your wet bottom lip, looking at each other. You suck it into your mouth, digging your fingers into his asscheeks.
“Baby,” he gasps.  
It leaves your mouth with a ‘pop,’ you smiling. 
“You wanna fuck me, Javi?” you ask in a sultry tone. 
Nodding his head, his voice is rough when he answers, “Yes.” 
“Help me up.” You hold up your hands to him, a soft smile on his face as he helps pull you up, your palm going to your belly. 
He’s suddenly touching the swell of your stomach, asking, “Is she sleeping?” 
“Yeah.” You nod. “Must’ve worn herself out. She’s been really active today. Thought she was learning karate with how she was punching and kicking.” 
He frowns.
“You should’ve said something,” he replies. “I would’ve helped calm her down.”
You wave away his words. 
“It’s good for her to get some exercise, and as long as she’s not hitting my organs, it’s fine. Plus, it was father-son yard work day, and you guys were having so much fun.” 
Javi has a carrier to strap your toddler to his back, using it when he mowed the lawn while you were tending to your small garden. He had to set up the sprinkler to water the grass, your son begging to play in it, and so you’d sat on the back porch drinking lemonade and watching them in their swimming trunks, having the best time playing in the spray.
Smiling fondly, he says, “Yeah. We need to make a trip to the city so I can go to Toys ‘R Us. I wanna get him a toy lawnmower and see if they’ve got anything else he’d like.” 
“Your dad will have to babysit him.” 
“Why? He should be there.” 
“Because you’ll end up buying the entire store, Javier. You are fucking weak to those big brown eyes of his. One look, and you fold faster than a beach chair in a hurricane. We will go bankrupt if we take our tiny child to a giant toy store.” 
He frowns, sighing. 
“Fuck, you’re right. I can’t say no.” 
You cup his cheek. 
“I know it’s hard. You just have to build up your immunity to the Peña puppy dog eyes.” 
“Yeah?” 
“Yep.” 
“That why I can’t get away with shit anymore? You’re immune?” 
“I had to build up my defenses. If I didn’t, we would probably be on baby number four by now with the way you get baby fever, and we wouldn’t know what sleep is. One of us needs to have self-control.” 
“I’m not seeing how being on our fourth kid is a bad thing…” 
You snort. 
“You’re not the one who has to grow a human inside of you, and I’m exhausted at just the thought of four kids under five. I’m happy we’re at one and a half. Now, I’ll be back—” you pat his cheek. “—I gotta pee again.” 
He smiles, replying, “Of course.” He nods, giving you a quick kiss before you make your way to the bathroom. 
Both of you are used to the pauses when getting down and dirty. They are necessary when it feels like you have to relieve your bladder every five minutes. 
When you return, you’re feeling much better, your hands clean, and Javi is crowding you to kiss you fervently, his hands moving all over your body—palming your breasts, grabbing your ass, feeling your stomach. He’s walking you toward the bed, anticipation swelling inside you, digging your fingers into the backs of his shoulders, wanting him so badly you’re aching needily between your legs. 
Standing at the edge of the bed, your husband’s mouth comes off of yours to ask, “What sounds good? Want me to eat you out? Or do you want dick?” 
Sparks skitter down your spine, having to think quickly because his mouth does feel really good, but the thought of him inside you has you clenching hard around nothing. 
“Dick,” you answer.
Smirking, he asks, “How do you want it?” 
There aren’t many choices, and you’re too tired to be on top.
“Spooning sounds nice.” 
He kisses you, then moves to set up pillows at the head of the bed. He helps you get up onto it to lay on your left side with your head on a pillow, making sure you’re comfortable by grabbing the wedge to put it beneath your belly to prop it up and keep your back and hips from hurting, allowing you to relax. 
Soon he’s moving in behind you, the line of his body flush to yours, ghosting his fingers up your thigh and along your side, leaning his head close to whisper in your ear. 
“Comfortable?” 
“Very.” 
“Good.” 
He grabs your top leg to move it up onto his in order to open you up, sliding his hand between your thighs, moaning when he pushes his fingers through your folds. 
“You’re so fucking wet,” he says. 
His digits circle your perky little clit, making you gasp at the shocks of arousal igniting in your center. 
He presses his lips close to your ear, feeling his hot breaths. 
“Another thing I like about you pregnant,” he rasps. “Is you’re always ready to fucking go.” He pushes two fingers inside of you, loving the slight stretch, him feeling how soaked you are. “I fucking love eating your pussy or using my fingers—” He languidly pumps them. “—to get you off before we fuck. You know I love foreplay. But the times when all I can think about is getting my dick inside of you, it’s nice that you’re good to go.” 
“You’ve got pussy on demand.” 
He huffs out an amused breath. 
“I do. You’ve got dick on demand.” 
You wiggle your ass against his hardness. 
“I do, and as you’ve said, I’m ready to fucking go, so please put it in me.” 
“Who’s impatient now?” He sounds amused, his hand leaving you. 
“Horny,” you correct. “Put it in, Javier.” 
He chuckles, placing a kiss on your neck, then your shoulder. 
“What my wife wants, she gets,” he says, feeling him moving behind you. 
“Your wife wants your dick.” 
The thick head of his cock presses to your entrance. 
“You can have it,” he says as he pushes in. 
Your eyes roll back in your head, moaning loudly, him filling you inch by glorious inch, stretching you open, sliding in with one smooth thrust—loving how full you feel when he bottoms out. Your fingers are clawing at the bed, him pulling out almost all the way and pushing back in, doing it over and over, groaning behind you. 
His hand is on your belly, and you grab it, lacing your fingers over the swell, Javi slowly fucking into you, slickly sliding in and out. 
You’re so sensitive that the familiar heat is already growing in the base of your spine, knowing you aren’t going to last. That was a somewhat nice side effect of pregnancy: the sensitivity and ease of getting off from penetration alone. It had been a shock the first time it’d happened with your first pregnancy, coming in less than five minutes.
“You feel so fucking good, hermosa,” Javi husks. “Gonna fuck you full of me. You want that? Want me to fuck you full of my come? Want me to fuck another baby in you?” 
“Javi,” you moan, your cunt clenching around him, a wave of slick dripping out and soaking his cock. “You already knocked me up.” 
His hips speed up, pounding into you hard enough to make your ass jiggle. 
“I did,” he says. “And I wanna do it again.” 
His words have you feeling hot, ramping you up, getting closer and closer, feeling the build inside of you. 
You’re pressing back against him, your noises getting louder. 
“You like it,” he continues, kissing your shoulder. “You like carrying my children.” 
“Yes,” you gasp. “Love having your babies.” 
“I’ll give you another.” 
Your brain is fuzzy with pleasure at the thought of him getting you pregnant again, your pussy starting to spasm. 
“However many you want,” he adds. “We can fill every fucking room in this big ass house. Fuck, we can buy a bigger one.” 
It’s too much, everything he’s saying and how he’s fucking you causing you to crest, fireworks exploding behind your eyelids as you come with a shout of his name. Your body clenches up so tight that his pace slows to a grind, feeling every vein and ridge along your sensitive walls. 
“Fuck,” he groans, “My good fucking girl.” 
Euphoria is spreading through your system, feeling so fucking good, breathing hard. 
A sharp jab of pain erupts in your abdomen, making you hiss out, “Owe!” Followed by another and another. “Fuck, that hurts,” you whine. 
Javi is pulling out of you immediately, making you gasp from the sudden loss. 
“Did I hurt you?” he asks, his head coming up to look at the side of your face. 
“No. Your child is pissed off,” you say through your teeth, your ribs starting to get sore. 
“Shit.” His hand unclasps from yours, Javi sitting up and leaning over your body, rubbing over your big belly. There’s a grumpy look on his face, “Bebita, te pedí que te portadas bien para tu mamá (Baby girl, I asked you to be good for your mom),” he gently scolds. “Lo siento que te despertamos pero no significa que tú puedes dañarla (I’m sorry we woke you up but it doesn’t mean you can hurt her).” 
“It’s okay, Javi,” you sigh, the baby already starting to calm down. 
His eyes meet yours, a deep frown on his lips. 
“I don’t want you in pain.” He looks back at your stomach, his palm still moving along your skin. “And my daughter is going to be on her best behavior for the rest of the night.” 
You huff out a breath. 
“Dream on, babe. She’s your daughter.” 
“She is my daughter.” He smiles. “And she’ll listen to her Papá when I ask really fucking nicely for her to please let me fuck her mom without interruption.” 
“Javier!” 
“She doesn’t understand me.” 
“Still.” 
He sighs. 
“Te queremos, bebita (I love you, baby girl). Cálmate (Calm down). Todo está bien, te lo prometo (Everything is okay, I promise).” He glances at you. “Is it better?” he asks. 
“Pretty sure you could make millions if you offered this as a service, just calming people’s babies. We’d be rich.” 
He chuckles. 
“Is that a yes?” 
“Yep. She’s as cool as a cucumber.” 
“Thank god—I’m not done with you.” The bed jostles as he moves, Javi grabbing your hips from behind. “I need you to get up on your hands and knees, baby,” he says, helping you move into position. He stuffs a couple of pillows under your stomach for support, you leaning down to rest on your forearms and widening your legs apart. 
Quickly, he’s behind you, grabbing handfuls of your ass.
“Is this okay? Are you comfortable? Need more pillows?” he asks. 
Looking over your shoulder, you smile.
“I’m comfy,” you answer. “‘Speak, friend, and enter.’” 
His face pinches. 
“Did you just quote fucking Lord of the Rings?” 
“Yeah, and you can’t give me shit about it because you made us watch both movies the day they came out, you fucking nerd.” 
“Wanted to beat the crowds.” He shrugs.
Your eyes narrow. 
“Right. Put your dick in me.” 
One of his hands grabs his hard cock, sliding it through the sticky moisture of your cunt and notching it at your sopping opening. 
He has an amused look on his face as he stares down at what he’s doing.
“Mellon,” he says, and before you can respond, he’s sinking in and stealing your breath, your mouth falling open. 
He goes deeper and deeper, your pussy contracting around him like you’re trying to suck him in and keep him there for all of eternity. 
“You’re so deep,” you moan, resting your head between your arms on the bed. 
His hips finally meet the flesh of your ass, his fingers gripping your waist. 
“Is it too much?” he asks, his voice strained. 
“No, feels good.”
He starts slow, and it warms your heart because you know he’s making sure that there isn’t any pain, and there isn’t—it feels so fucking good the way his thick cock carves out space in your inner depths. 
He starts picking up pace, your breasts slightly bouncing, him working you up, feeling the threads of your orgasm making itself known and curling in your gut. 
You’re panting, every nerve in your body alight in pleasure, electricity humming under your skin.
Adjusting his angle has him rubbing against something heavenly that has you gasping out fuck.
“There it fucking is,” Javi grunts, focusing on the spot, snapping his hips faster, harder, every thought leaving your brain except for how amazing he was making you feel. “You gonna come for me, baby?”
The strong, steady thrusts have you drooling, the muscles in your belly tightening. His hands squeeze your asscheeks while he pistons in and out of you. 
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groans. 
Your thighs are quivering, so close you can taste your end, chanting Javi’s name, getting louder and louder. 
“Scream my name, Cielito, let the whole fucking town know how good I fuck you,” he says through gritted teeth, hearing the wet squelch of your pussy taking him. 
It feels like something big is building inside you, your body trembling, Javi’s name becoming incoherent sobs from your lips. There’s a chance you’re going to explode, the pleasure growing, expanding, it taking over all of your senses. 
“I know you’re close, baby,” he grunts. “Let me fucking have it, and I’ll give you my come—fuck you full of it. Fill you to the goddamn brim.”
Everything winds up tighter and tighter, feeling like you want to pull him in as deep as possible but also push him out from how intense it feels. 
His hand moves to your front, massaging the ripe berry of your clit.
“Fuck!” you scream, shattering around him, coming so hard it pushes Javi out with a wet gush, splattering onto the bedspread. 
“Oh, fuck, baby,” he moans. “That’s my good fucking girl, drenching me.” One of his hands rubs comfortingly along your spine. “Shit, that’s good—so fucking sexy, Cielito, almost makin’ me come.” 
You’re shaking uncontrollably, the pleasure overwhelming you, your brain mush, head empty, zero thoughts. 
He only gives you a second before sheathing himself back inside you, fucking hard and fast, drawing out your high. He’s close, his hands on your hips in a death grip, grunting in exertion as he rails. 
“I fucking love you,” he pants. “Love you so fucking much.” Moans are stuttering from your throat, feeling like your orgasm just keeps going. “The best fucking wife,” he says. “The best mother to my kids. Fuck, I love you.”
He blankets over your back, his mouth at your ear, hearing his harsh breaths, him rutting into you to chase his own high, the wet sounds obscene between your legs. 
Shoving his face in your neck, he pushes his dick in as deep as possible, raggedly moaning, “Te amo.” His head moves, sinking his teeth in your shoulder as he comes, a rumbling groan bubbling from his chest, feeling the hot spurts of his come filling you, rolling his hips to fuck it as far inside of you as he can get. 
He needs a moment to catch his breath, not putting any weight on you. He pulls out, flopping down on the bed beside you, bringing you with him to cuddle on your left side, curling around your back, rubbing your tummy with his broad palm. 
“Happy anniversary, Cielito,” he whispers, kissing the skin of your shoulder. 
“Happy anniversary, Javi,” you croak. 
“Feelin’ okay?” he asks. 
“Feel fucking fantastic,” you answer, smiling dreamily. 
The baby starts moving.
Javi’s hand stops. 
“She hit me,” he says in awe, pushing down a little.
“I think that’s her foot, babe,” you reply. 
“She kicked me. Again.”
“Better you than my organs.”
He chuckles, excitedly getting up with a groan. You’re thankful you guys have such a huge bed, your husband easily moving to your other side, laying with his head next to your belly, his legs hanging off the mattress. 
He moves his other hand to the same spot, feeling her kicking away, him now able to kiss over where she was lying inside you. 
“Such strong kicks, preciosa,” he cooed. “You gonna be a soccer player like your Papá?”
“Javi, you hated playing soccer.”
“She could like it. Be better than me. Isn’t that right, bebita?” The baby kicked his hand hard. “See, mi amor? She agrees.”
“Right…”
“Your mom has her doubts,” he says to your belly. “But I know you’re gonna do great things ‘cause you’re mi bendición (my blessing), and I love you so fucking much.”
Your eyes start to burn, sliding your fingers into his hair to play with it while listening as Javi keeps talking to her—guessing what she’ll be like or what she’ll enjoy, if she’ll be anything like her brother, or either of you two. It’s soft and sweet, and you’re so fucking happy that the tears started falling, thankful to have this man as your partner and the father of your children. 
“I love you, Javi,” you whisper. 
His head tilts up, smiling at you. 
“I love you, too, Cielito. Thank you.”
“No, thank you.”
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skinny-dip inside your mind by spacexcowgirl (@spacexcowgirl)
Through the smoke and dark lighting, it’s hard to make the man out, but his looks really don’t matter. This isn’t about what Regulus wants in a partner, it’s about what he needs to survive. At the moment, he’ll take whatever he can get.
Pairing: Regulus Black/James Potter Fandom: Harry Potter
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I'm so excited to share this bind that I made for Rose, who wrote one of my favorite jegulus fics over the span of a single weekend, and messaged me about it incessantly the entire time.
Turning this story into a bind was so fun, and I'm incredibly proud of the way it turned out. Hopefully, I managed to do this masterpiece justice.
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Quarter-Letter | 23,433 words | 157 pages
Title Font: Clavichord Body: Fern
Typset and bound by me in InDesign for @spacexcowgirl.
Making the typeset for this bind was a bit of a process I wasn't prepared for. Previously, I made all my typesets on Word, and the switch over to InDesign was not an easy one. That said, I have officially been converted, and I am so proud of the way this one turned out.
Rose said that she imagined this story as a bit dreamy, though given that it's an incubus fic, I did got in a bit of a gothic direction. All the design details, excluding the eye on the cover page, is done using the Fern and Clavichord fonts, including the motif on the back of the bind.
This was also my first quarto, which was a fun challenge that I wasn't expecting to enjoy so much. I can confidently say there will be many quarto binds in my future—this one was quick, easy, and addicting.
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Materials and Techniques
Cover Bookcloth: Duo in Mudbath Spine Bookcloth: Iris in Black HTV: Siser Brand in Red Endbands: Mettler Silk Finish Thread
The only new technique I used in this bind was the double-core french endband, which I learned from @no-name-publishing as a part of the @renegadeguild binderary tutorials.
The binding itself is a three-piece bradel bind that I used before on my Choices bind. It's slightly adapted from the DAS tutorial to accomodate a flat spine, as this book was a bit too small for my comfort to round, but otherwise used all the same steps.
I recently acquired a few yards of Duo in various colors, and I absolutely fell in love with the mudbath color for this bind—the contrast of the blue and the red gives it a very dreamy look. The spine is Iris bookcloth, which is a favorite of mine because of how well it foils. This bind is photographed on misprints, of which I had quite a few, given that this was my first quarto.
skinny-dip inside your mind is free to read on ao3, here.
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