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wonderlandmind4 · 1 day
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Not me reading four RadioApple fics at the same time….I don’t have a problem. I just love phenomenal writing.
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poll-polls · 6 hours
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[ This poll is directed at people who read and/or write Batman/Batfamily-centric fanfiction. ]
Context:
I made a similar poll a while back that was directed more at fanfic readers/writers in general, but after noticing that the majority of Batfam fic contains little-to-no-romance (for obvious reasons) I found myself wondering... Which came first?
Do most Batfic not contain romance simply because most of the characters happen to be family?
Or, is it because fans who prefer platonic bonding (ex. found family trope) over romance are typically more likely to be drawn to the Batfamily fandom?
Let's find out!
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Me: oh my God?! This fic is devastating!
My partner: what's happening?
Me: honestly... I can't even begin to describe it without info dumping a lot of deep lore about the omegaverse.
My partner: *dies laughing*
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bogslob · 18 hours
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How am I meant to function without my silly little stories
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jay-wasstuff · 8 months
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it has begun
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gaypiratebrainrot · 2 years
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i’ve started to think about ao3 audience interaction as kinda comparable to doing a live reading in an intimate little bookstore, like kudos are everybody who stayed til the end and applauded, comments are everybody who waited to come up to talk to you afterwards, and bookmark comments are the little snatches of conversation you overhear outside.
this helps me feel better/less anxious about responding to comments with some form of thanks, because if someone walked up to me in person and said they liked my work right after reading it, i would compulsively say thanks. it also helps contextualize audience size in a healthy way i think, bc most of us naturally crave more attention on our fic, but if we were actually in the room with even like 20 people applauding and five people waiting after to tell us how awesome we are we’d be fuckin elated.  
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indieyuugure · 27 days
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Episode 2 of Unveiled Disasters! Getting kicked in the kidneys is literally awful, don’t try it at home kids!
Previous: (2) Episode 1
Next: (2) Episode 3
See all...
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rory-cakes · 1 month
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Alastor's Birdy-HC
AN: Alestor who was married to a woman during his life. she went to heaven and he went to hell.
Alastor was a mystery to everyone
Creepy, scary, and truly evil were things other souls used to describe him
He didn't care about anyone or anything
He found joy in others' misery
No one would expect him to have ever been in love
no one
Then Missy came to visit
"so how's your little birdy doin'?"
who?
"ya know? his wife?"
his what?
"She's not here. she would never be here"
he's not denying it? and here? as in hell?
"YOU WERE MARRIED!?"
"I AM married. we never divorced"
his eye twitches. That wretch of a woman, missy
spill his whole life story, why don't you?
"She went to heaven. She's an angel."
EVERYONE HAS QUESTIONS
no she wasn't forced into the marrige
yes he loved-loves he
no it wasn't Stockholm syndrome
they were married for 25 years before he died
yes she's real
"how do you know she's in heaven?"
she literally ran multiple shelters and the had a separate place for all of the strays she took in
"like you?"
angel wishes he thought before he spoke sometimes
then charlie's like:
"YOU SHOULD WORK ON BEING REDEAMED YOURSELF SO THAT YOU CAN BE WITH HER!!"
and alastor's like
ha- no
he doesn't have the right to be with her again
not after what he'd done...
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mastercherry · 1 year
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Reading the raunchiest, dirtiest, smuttiest, smut on the planet in public, me: 😐
Reading a single, small, tiny, miniscule, itty-bitty hint of fluff in public, me: ☺️🥰😆😝🤩🫡🥰🥹🥺😭😱🤓💖🙈🙉🙊💥💯🤌👌🙌🫶🤲��️🤡😆😆😆🤩🤩😘😍🥰
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hoesformatt · 2 months
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SIT ON IT.
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chris smut, ykwtfgo
dom!chris • poc!reader friendly
contains: FAT-ASSED READER, semi-public sex (in a gathering), reversed cowgirl, large gathering (not really party) type setting, pet names, no use of y/n, lots of touching/groping
semi-proofread ✍🏾
word count: 0.9k
No seats on the couch. Big gathering. Rando’s I don’t know. Friends. Matt—occupied, Nick—also occupied, so where’s Chris? I searched for Chris throughout the gathering until my legs were already tired from walking around. I just gave up and went towards the couch again to find a seat again just to see Chris.
I scurried forwards as I saw him manspreading across the couch seat. He had eye contact with me, signalling to come closer till I was bowed down in-front him.
I light grasped my jaw to put his lips on my ears “Where have you been, I’ve looking for you” Real funny, cause I was about to say that.
“Me too, I need to find a chair or a seat ASAP, I’m tired as fuck” He grabbed arm as he looked around the room for an empty place but there was no luck, Chris sat back still holding my arm as he pulled me in even closer. “Sit on my lap”
Bitch what? I was confused, I knew I wasn’t drunk, I barely had one Twisted Tea but I think I was being deceived. “What you say?” I asked.
“Sit on my lap” I wasn’t wrong. I couldn’t bring myself to do it, Chris is definitely one of my friends that are fine as fuck, I wouldn’t know how to act if I sat on his lap. “I’m cool, it’s okay” I declined his offer.
“Just sit, you’re obviously tired and what’s the problem?” I pace my eyes across the room before I give in, because I’m not about to tell him ‘Hey Chris I don’t want to sit on your lap cause I lowkey, high key want to jump on your dick.’ No.
I pulled down my mini-skirt which half of my ass was going to fall out of regardless. Sitting down on his left leg, I still refused on sit on his lap, I just wasn’t going to do it “Shit I didn’t realize how big your ass is” He chuckled.
Am I tweaking?
It was kind of uncomfortable and I found myself shifting on his knee often. As I looked back at him and he locked eyes with me “Sit on it” Chris demands. I finally stopped being stubborn and I sat directly on his lap and he adjusted by bucking his hips up towards my ass, feeling Chris under me.
Making sure we were both comfortable I began to move alot more as people brought drinks to the table and I just took a soda then jumping back on his crotch accidentally sitting a little too hard.
A moan escaped his mouth and I realised what I did in that moment. Chris’ hardness grew underneath me, he and I both what I did. “Fuck, I asked you sit not to give me a lap dance.”
“I can get off if you need me to”
“And let everyone see that you gave me boner? Why don’t you help me” Chris proposed
I was flattered and horny, the way he was whispering in my ear with that low voice of his. I wasn’t going to miss the chance to fuck my crush.
“You wanna get a room?” I turned to face him
“I mean… You could just ride me right here” He shrugged, It was risky but why the fuck not, nobody is going to check us. Chris asked one of his friends to give him one of the smaller blankets that was just hung around the end of the L couch.
Chris put it over us, pulling my skirt up and I held the front of my skirt to lift my ass up from his crotch and hover a little bit so he could take his dick out his pants and so I could move my thong to the side.
I extended my neck back to watch his twitching cock fling out of his jeans. He aimed his dick towards my warm entrance pulling me down to sit completely on his dick. I zipped my mouth shut struggling to stay quiet around these people, even though everybody in the room were talking and it was loud.
He held my waist hoisting me up onto his cock slowly not even stopping to look around to see if anyone was watching us.
Chris’ cock is lengthy, I expected it but nothing could’ve prepared me for all it. I was being filled to the brim with him hitting all my right spots.
I spit small whines and whimpers repeatedly struggling to keep quiet, his hands slipped up groping my boobs as I moved at a quicker speed but still not trying to make seem too obvious.
“Fuck— Oh my— Fuck” Chris’ moans are quiet but I hear him because his lips were touching my ear. I slid on his lap, taking everything in my body to stop myself from just stripping off this blanket and bounce on his dick until my pussy go numb.
“Chris— I’m gonna fucking cum” I bounced just a bit as I chased my high, Chris held my hips thrusting up making my ass clap a few times “Shit, you gonna cum with me mama?” I nodded while my ass recoiled for the last few times before his liquids filled me up and he pulled out of me.
“We gotta be alone the next time”
tags: @chrisenthusiast , @miguelsangel , @lunariaxzz ,@thesturniolos , @angelic-sturniolos111 , @littlebookworm803 , @79sturniolo , @alinaa131 , @sturniolopowers @mattslolita @benardsleftbootycheek @luv4kozume @sturniofilmd @sturniolooooo @urmom2fresh @chrissturniolosbitch
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mynamesaplant · 2 months
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Forgiveness is Electric
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Just a little short story about @critterbitter's hc of Emmet, Ingo, and Elesa. This is between the Volume Control and Volume Control (Reprise). Just a tiny change, Emmet caught Tynamo bc I sort of forgot when he did... My bad. Please go take a look at Critter's work, it is beautiful in every sense of the word.
I lied about posting to AO3 last time with Yearning for Wood Floors, but I will update that soon along with this one.
Enjoy!~
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“I do not think she will like those.”
“Who doesn’t love sweets?”
Ingo argued, plucking a box of Snom-Caps and turning it over and over in his hands. He contemplated the choices of candy in the aisle, the teenage clerk puffing their long, purple-streaked hair from their eyes behind the counter as the two children agonized over their decision. The clerk, Dakota, saw Ingo and Emmet in here all the time, the former had something of a sweet tooth and the latter… Well, whatever the opposite of a sweet tooth was, that was Emmet. The kid just loved sour things.
It wasn’t unusual to see them, but it didn’t usually take this long for them to make their selection. They had been there for nearly fifteen minutes, painstakingly reading each and every label and discussing them in hushed undertones. That was unusual by itself. Ingo was not known for his volume control.
Although unusual, they weren’t worried about them doing anything shady like stealing or being careless and knock things off the shelf. Might as well let them go about their business. To pass the time, they watched the fretful newly acquired Tynamo circle around them faster and faster until Emmet snatched the Pokémon deftly from the air and soothingly stroked its back.
“I am Emmet. We do not know what she likes.”
“We must do something! I just feel so dreadful.”
Emmet could see Ingo working himself up over this, just as he had a few hours ago, and Emmet placed a reassuring hand on his brother’s arm. His smile and eyes softened as his twin turned to him, Ingo’s eyes glittering with emotion and whatever proclamation dying on the back of his tongue.
He hadn’t meant it. He really hadn’t. He always got too loud when he was excited.
It had just backfired on him horribly.
Ingo cringed even now as he remembered the tears in her eyes, her hands slapped over her ears, and eyes huge with confusion and pain. She had run off before he could even apologize, and that knowledge was eating him alive all day.
Candy wouldn’t fix this. In his heart of hearts, he knew that, and maybe he had come here to grab himself some of his favorite snacks to ease the pain of losing a potential friend.
It was hard for them to understand others. Emmet and Ingo were so in-sync with each other that everyone seemed to be moving so much slower by comparison. It was like playing charades with someone who was underwater, the twins made perfect sense to one another, but it was unclear to everyone else.
This was not new to them, but it didn’t make it any less frustrating.
With their moms being busy with work and their uncle who didn’t have much interest with them most times, Emmet and Ingo came to rely on each other almost exclusively. Drayden would give them a little bit of pocket change, but never much. They had to be ultraconservative with what he gave them and had taken it upon themselves to run around Anville Town to take little odd jobs.
Leaves to rake? Oran berries to pick? Snow to shovel?
Emmet and Ingo did it all and saved what they could. They barely scraped together the money to purchase the Pokéballs needed to catch Tynamo and for additional balls to try and catch Ingo a starter.
Even though they knew everyone, they weren’t really close to anyone in town.
That could have been different if Ingo hadn’t ruined everything!
“Perhaps sweets are not the solution…”
Ingo finally admitted, setting the box down and rising to his feet. Readjusting his cap on his head and dusting off his knees to unconsciously tidy his appearance, Ingo’s frown deepened in thought. Even if he and Emmet apologized to her, Miss Elesa would not understand them. Drat! If only he had remembered her hearing aids, he had completely forgotten them tucked behind her black hair.
Emmet watched his face scrunch up, clearly having a long inner dialogue with himself where he alternatively berated himself and told himself that there was no crying over spilled milk. Gray eyes scanning the shelf, he took a bag of sour gummy-Bewear for himself, and chocolate covered pretzels for his brother, before hauling them to the counter where Dakota waited.
Tynamo drifted just below his elbow, still quite nervous around new people and often retreating to its ball when too anxious. Emmet’s soft encouragement was the only thing keeping the EleFish out while Dakota rang up both bags.
“Tynamo? Good for you, kiddo. I hear they’re not easy to catch.”
They rested their elbows on the counter, chin resting atop with a kind smile to the quieter twin. Dakota could see him beaming with pride, but he merely nodded, shuffling on the spot while he fished in the pocket of his overalls for some money. His Tynamo, like its trainer, seemed a little bashful at their words, and retreated into its ball.
“200… I think you brother is comatose over there.”
Dakota said not unkindly. Emmet jerked his head to where his brother stood motionless in front of the candy.
“Ingo!”
It was Ingo’s turn to jerk out of his, as Dakota had put it, “comatose state”. He trotted over to his side, staring at the bags of candies with confusion before it all seemed to click into place.
“You did not have to spend your pocket money on me.”
Emmet’s smile softened at the bashful note in his sibling’s voice. He wanted to. Ingo was feeling down, his twin often overthinking problems and burning himself out in the process. Emmet liked to take a step back to listen and reflect on people and conversations. A little break would do Ingo some good, so he insisted on the treats.
“I am Emmet. I wanted to. Yup!”
While Dakota bagged their treats in a small brown paper bag, they couldn’t help but lean over the counter to examine them. Although many people didn’t understand the secret code that the twins exchanged between glances, mouth twitches, and hand movements, Dakota could tell something was awry. Withholding the bag, they leaned over the counter with a faintly curious expression and a light tone.
“You guys alright?”
Unsurprisingly, the two exchanged looks, and a wordless conversation was held between them while Dakota waited. It was Ingo who swiveled his head back to face them, his face knit into a calculating grimace that seemed a little less friendly than usual, but only marginally.
“Yes,” he said slowly, eyes not breaking with the clerk, but they could see him shifting uncomfortably. “Emmet and I are attempting to right a wrong. However, we are encountering several roadblocks.”
There is a pause. Dakota still held the bag just out of reach as they gnawed on their lower lip. This wasn’t really their business, and they weren’t the type to stick their nose in where it didn’t belong… They thought of Drayden, who spent a lot of time in Opelucid and not watching his nephews – he barely spent any time with them.
They’re just kids.
“Do you need some help? It’s my job to help customers in the store y’know.”
Another pause. Another exchange of glances.
“I-” Ingo tries to being, already hard pressed to say anything and even less so when his sibling elbowed him in the ribs and shot him a look. He wouldn’t be allowed to take all the blame. “We upset one of our classmates with our carelessness. We think she was attempting to befriend us, but- uh… there were a few errors on our part.”
“And you’re trying to get candy for her to forgive you?”
“We thought about it, but it grew too complicated. We do not know what candy she likes, but more importantly, we do not think it’s a suitable apology.”
The clerk nodded, tapping the counter in thought as they tried to piece together some genuine advice for the boys.
“I think it’s a nice peace offering, but I think an apology would be better.”
“We broke her hearing aids… Yep…”
Emmet croaked suddenly, shrinking back in shame at the same time that Ingo grabbed the brim of his hat to tug it lower over his eyes.
“Ah,” Dakota hummed, tapping the counter even faster. They meant the new family that moved in from Sinnoh. They remembered their dads talking about the new signs that had to go all over town for the girl’s safety. Dakota couldn’t remember her name. “How did you break them?” They asked, already knowing the answer.
“Volume control.”
Ingo cringed, remembering his uncle’s warning about his naturally loud voice. Inside voice, Drayden had been emphasizing, and Ingo was trying to take those words to heart, but it was difficult. Since Ingo’s face didn’t emote well, he relied on his voice and his movement to articulate his emotions to others. They nod sympathetically.
“You didn’t see them?”
“No…”
The boy was squirming now, his shame and embarrassment with the situation reaching an all-time high. He felt Emmet moving to his side, reassuringly pressing against his arm, and resting his head on his twin’s shoulder. A flood of comfort helped Ingo release a breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding.
Behind the counter, the clerk was rummaging through something – although tall for their age, Emmet and Ingo couldn’t see what they were doing. They heaved a box onto the counter, tipping it so the contents spilled out for them to see, and the boys were confused.
“Headphones?”
Emmet leaned forward on his tiptoes to look at the colorful array of boxes that ranged from normal headphones to ones that had Pikachu and Eevee ears topping them.
“Yeah, uh, maybe if she wears these, you’ll remember right away that she has headphones in.”
It was a half-baked idea. In truth, Dakota felt a bit sheepish about it now that the idea was out of their head, but when they looked up, the boys were beaming – well, Emmet beamed. Ingo reminded of them of their friend’s Purrloin in a way they couldn’t quite put their finger on.
“Bravo! What a marvelous suggestion!”
Ingo practically cheered, stepping beside Emmet to look through the headphones. It was probably going to cost them a bit from the tags on the boxes, but it would be worth it. The headphones would immediately remind Ingo that she had hearing aids in so he would be more inclined to get Miss Elesa’s attention in a different fashion, but it also might do the same for others who were unaware of her deafness.
“Sure – er, thank you…” Dakota was looking at the prices now and mentally smacked their forehead. They probably couldn’t afford the headphones. “I’ll-” They hesitate. It almost pained them to say what they were going to next. “I’ll pay for them so you can take them to her now.” The twins’ eyes went wide, both about to protest when Dakota interrupted, “In exchange, you can do a few chores for me at my place. I need to do some yardwork, but it always gives me hay fever. Sound like a deal?”
The answer was easy for them. Dakota told them to pick ones that they thought Miss Elesa would like.
“I think these ones are quite dashing.”
Ingo said, picking up the box with the Pikachu ears. Emmet pursed his lips and shook his head.
“Nope. Too big. Not a gamer girl.”
They continued to rummage through the boxes. They agreed that she must like Electric types. She had a Blitzle as her partner after all.
“I cannot recall, she is from Hoenn, correct?”
Emmet shrugged, unsure himself because they had both been looking through a magazine with an expose on the newest train lines running out of Nimbasa when she had been introduced. That just meant to them that, when the time came, going on their Pokémon journey by rail would be all the easier.
“Not sure.” He looked at the box Ingo had in his hand and his smile broadened, nodding in agreement to his brother’s unasked query. The perfect balance of subtle but stylish. “I am Emmet. Those are perfect.”
Plusle and Minun headphones.
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palioom · 6 months
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stuffing
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summary: javier has never been able to get enough of you, but it's only gotten worse ever since you've become pregnant.
pairing: javier peña x f!reader
word count: 3.1k
warnings: 18+ content; no use of y/n; unprotected p in v; oral (f receiving); fingering; established relationship; pregnancy sex/kink; squirting; cum eating; cum play; creampie; some dirty talk
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Life in Laredo was boring.
Boring people, boring houses, hell, even the birds singing here seemed boring.
But that’s how Javier liked it.
The biggest news here was barely worth a mention compared to what he had seen in Colombia.
He was more than fine with this boring life, no more chases, no more heavy protection tact vests. No looking over the shoulder, no suspicious staring.
Though, he still did that from time to time.
Couldn’t quite shake the habit of suspecting people planned something bad, occasionally checking his car for bombs.
He’d probably never lose these things, it was too deeply embedded into his being now, had become a part of him.
But that’s why he loved this boring life.
Coming home to the little plot of land they had purchased right next to his father’s, staying close to Chucho and helping out whenever they could.
Coming home to a warm home, decorated with silly little trinkets, pretty paintings.
Everything neatly organized but with a certain chaos to it. He didn’t like things too neat, and while their home was tidy and clean, it looked lived in.
Maybe a little wild at times.
Not bare or sparsely decorated like safehouses or his apartment back in Medellín.
He loved coming home to the smell of food wafting to the front door.
Loved coming home to her.
His lovely wife, her back turned towards him as she worked on something, hair up and out of her face.
Moving her pretty hips and ass as she hummed along to whatever song the radio was playing. Completely in her own world.
He smiled when he saw her, walking up to her and pressing himself close, hands on her hip and kissing the back of her head before pressing one against her exposed neck.
She was warm and inviting, letting out a small sigh when she felt him, leaning back while still working on whatever food she was making.
“Looks good, cariño.” He said, kissing that spot behind her ear that let her sigh even deeper before resting his chin on her shoulder to watch. 
“Thank you, it’s the stuffing for the poblano peppers I wanna make at the cookout tomorrow.” She said, her skilled hands cutting vegetables into small portions. “I know I could whip it up tomorrow, but I have so many things still planned and I don’t know how I’ll feel.”
A smirk stretched his lips wide, his hands roaming to her large, round belly. Just letting his hands smooth over it for a moment, they wandered to the underside of it, gently lifting it.
The sigh of relief that spilled over her lips echoed loudly in the kitchen and he watched how she put down the knife, just leaning back into him, hands gripping the counter.
It was a heavy weight in his hands and he couldn’t imagine carrying that around every day.
But she was such a champ, despite her swearing and complaints. And she had never looked more beautiful.
“We could make a different kind of stuffing.” He suggested, tone teasing. “Together.”
A small laugh bubbled in her chest, and fuck, how he loved hearing it.
“Pretty sure there’s enough stuffing inside of me already.”
Javier had always been pretty insatiable when it came to her, whether it was for the basic need of wanting to fuck his beautiful wife or because his past was plaguing him and he needed a respite, seeking comfort in her body rather than his usual vices.
But ever since she had become pregnant, he truly couldn’t get enough of her, hands all over her round belly and swollen breasts, needing some part of himself buried inside her pussy.
Not that she minded, he always made sure to make her feel good.
“C’mon, nena.” He said, letting her belly down again gently, taking notice of how she slumped a little. “There can never be enough stuffing inside of you.”
She rolled her eyes with a groan, partially from the heavy weight returning, partially because he was ridiculous. In the best way, of course.
“Better keep that talk to a minimum tomorrow.” She warned with a grin, turning around in his arms and leaning back against the counter.
“Yes ma’am.” 
His lips on hers were gentle at first, moulding languidly together, his hand roaming up and down her side. Moustache tickling her upper lip.
Letting his tongue find hers, he could taste some of the vegetables she had chopped up, smiling at that. She tasted amazing and Javier couldn’t wait to have whatever she was making tomorrow.
But first, he wanted her.
Deepening the kiss, his hands wandered down to her ass, squeezing hard which made her moan.
The most beautiful sound he knew, soft and already high-pitched, a song no one else would ever know.
“C’mon, nena” He rasped against her lips, a small groan leaving him when her hands wandered into his hair. “Let me take care of you.”
She chuckled at his words.
“Take care of me or of your dick?”
Javier had to laugh at that as well, forehead coming to rest against hers, looking into her eyes.
“Is that what you think of me?”
She shrugged her shoulders, upside down smile on her lips.
Her hands moved to his cheeks, squishing them just lightly. She really wanted him, feeling wet already at the thought of him inside her.
But she needed to finish chopping the vegetables first, knowing she wouldn’t come back here once he had her in bed. And he wouldn’t do it.
“Can I finish this first, Javi?” She placed a kiss on the bridge of his nose, right over the small scar there. “I know you won’t let me out of bed once you get me there.”
Javier sighed but nodded. Anything for his wife.
Kissing her forehead, he let his lips linger there as she hummed. “I’ll help you, cariño.”
It took them longer than expected to land in their bedroom, with Javier trying to get things done the fast way and getting reprimanded by her more than just once for how sloppily he diced the vegetables.
But, they had managed somehow, leaving the mess to get cleaned up in the morning.
She giggled when he pushed her onto the bed, gently, before kneeling before her.
Hands on her belly, lips back on hers.
“Wanna taste that pussy so bad.” He said, one hand sliding to her thigh and slowly pushing up the hem of her dress. “Wet and sweet for me.”
Kissing down her jaw to her neck, he could feel the moan vibrating in her throat, her hand at the back of his neck.
“Please, Javi.” She sighed, enjoying the way his lips felt against her skin, how tantalisingly slow he moved his calloused hand up her thigh. 
Her legs spread further, allowing him to trace his fingers up the inside of her thigh before reaching the hem of her panties, already wet.
A soft gasp echoed between them when he pressed a knuckle over her clit, applying just a little bit of pressure.
Her fingers curled into his neck, eyes closed.
She was much more sensitive now, every little touch so much more intense as he languidly dragged his knuckle over the damp material.
“Feels good, huh, nena?” He asked, leaning back to look at her face, drinking in her pleasure as he pressed a little harder. 
She nodded, humming, biting her lip when he brushed over her clit again.
“Take them off, Javi.” 
He grinned, fingers hooking under the waistband and tugging them down her legs when she lifted her hips to help him.
Both his hands were back on her immediately, bunching up her summer dress so he could look at her soaking pussy when she leaned back on one arm. The other caressed the back of his head still.
No matter how often he saw her, he always looked mesmerised somehow, like this was his first time.
Made her feel special, the low, quiet whistle and grin on his face making her giggle.
“Pretty pussy all soaked for me.” He said, eyes still on her middle as he used his thumbs to spread her open, the air chilly against her. “You're stunning, cariño.”
She couldn’t quite see, her belly too big already, but she felt the rough pad of one thumb press into her clit, making her hips jerk forward.
“Always for you, Javi.” She smiled, nails scratching against his scalp.
His dark eyes found hers, sparkling and so loving and he leaned up towards her face, pressing a long kiss to her lips.
“Let me taste you, nena.” He said.
Just a few years back, when she had met him between his stays in Colombia, he would have just dived in without even asking, merely announcing it.
It made her happy that he had settled a little, had found enough rest to allow himself to change just a bit.
Just a little though, still falling into his old ways more often than not.
Exactly how she liked it.
“‘Course, Javi, you fucking know that.” She chuckled, kissing him again before he settled back down, grinning like he’d just won the damn lottery.
In his mind, he did.
With a woman so stunning, so perfect with her charm and wits and that round belly only making her angelic.
He felt like he had done something right for once when he put a ring on her, just them in a tiny ceremony.
Only Chucho with them.
They never liked the big celebrations, just them was enough.
“Scootch back and lay down, cariño.” He said, helping her to move back on the bed, making it easier for both of them.
That growing stomach of hers had made it just a little harder to do all this, but they found a way.
She hummed when he kissed down the insides of her thighs, occasionally biting her while his hands kept them spread for him.
Her hand in his hair tugged weakly on his dark locks, making him hum in return.
“So fucking pretty.” He murmured, right before finding her middle, tongue twisting around her clit, seeing how her back arched off the bed, her fingers curling tighter into his hair. “So fucking sensitive, cariño.”
Licking a broad stripe up her folds, he focused solely on her clit, tongue flicking over it before he sucked on it, making her moan and whimper.
“Javi, fuck, that feels good, baby.” She whined loudly, writhing on the bed already, one hand twisted in the sheets while the other still gripped his hair tightly.
She wished she could watch him, watch his face as he ate her out. He always looked so pretty when he did.
So she closed her eyes and imagined his staring up at hers, brows furrowed in concentration. The wet sounds growing louder, mingling with her moans.
Her hips bucked against his mouth and he laid one of his hands on her hip to keep her still, the other finding her wet entrance, two fingers teasing her and making her whine.
“Oh- Baby, please, fuck me with your fingers, please.” She rushed out, trying to inch closer to him but he kept teasing her, letting them glide over her aching hole but not pushing inside. “You’re a mean man, Javi.”
He hummed against her, the vibrations running up her spine and pushed his fingers in, taking her by surprise.
She clenched around him, moaning loudly and throwing her head back as he slowly started pumping in and out of her, fingers curling against that spongy sweet spot inside of her.
“That’s my girl.” He mumbled, grabbing her hip harder as he continued to lick and suck at her clit. “Sweet pussy gripping me so tight, nena.”
Her orgasm was building rapidly, feeling so sensitive as he touched all the right spots.
A different, unfamiliar sensation built alongside it, faster and faster as she writhed below him, whines growing louder.
“Baby- I’m gonna-” She choked out, unable to finish her sentence as her orgasm crashed into her so suddenly and so violently that she couldn’t even make more sounds.
Then she felt it, a warm, wet gush, her hand in his hair managing to tug him away as he kept pumping his fingers, fucking her through her orgasm as she soaked his shirt.
He just looked stunned. This was the first time this had ever happened and seeing her body tremble, legs shaking and her thighs and the sheets wet…
Could he possibly be more in love and crazy for her?
“‘M sorry, Javier.” She gasped out when he removed his fingers once she had calmed down again, breathing hard. “I don’t know-”
“Stop.” He cut her off, rising to his feet so he could crawl over her. “That was fucking hot, cariño.”
His eyes were hungry when he looked down at her, lips crashing into hers.
His moustache was wet, as was his chin and she could taste herself on him when he pushed his tongue into her mouth.
She could practically feel how excited he was, not that he ever wasn’t, but all the shame she might have felt at what she did was melting away as he kissed her so roughly and passionately, his hands moving to push down the straps of her dress.
Quickly his fingers unclasped her bra and she helped him take it off, groaning when his rough hands cupped her sensitive breasts.
“God, I love you pregnant.” He said, kissing down her neck to her chest.
She giggled, the sound broken by a gasp when his mouth closed around one nipple.
“Just ‘cause my tits get bigger?”
Javier had to laugh at that. “Exactly, and you’re fucking sexy like this.”
She rolled her eyes, moaning again when his tongue curled around her nipple, back arching into him.
“Can you finally fuck me?” She asked, hands in his hair. “Please, baby, it hurts.”
He sat up, taking off his soaked shirt and throwing it to the side, revealing his toned chest and soft stomach.
“Hurts for me, nena?” He said, brow raised as his fingers fumbled with his belt buckle. “Gonna need my dick to help you feel better?”
She nodded, biting her lip as she watched him take off his jeans, then his underwear, his hard cock springing free.
“Say it.”
Her legs wrapped around his waist, trying to coax him closer. 
“Need your cock in my aching pussy, Javi. Want you to fuck me.”
His hands wandered to her dress, still bunched around her hips and pulled it off of her.
“My pretty little wife.” He chuckled, lining himself up with her, her legs draped over his hips. “You sound so sweet, you’re always so good to me.”
Slowly he pushed in, watching for her reactions as he pushed in deeper, until he was settled all the way.
She moaned, eyes closing and her hands reaching for his thighs, needing to hold onto him in some way.
“Feels good?” He asked, running his hands over her legs, then placed them over hers.
A low hum left her and she nodded. “Move, baby. Wanna feel you.”
Javier obliged almost immediately, rolling his hips slowly, pulling out before pushing himself all the way in again. 
Dragging low moans from her, short gasps and pants.
Watching her face contort in pleasure when one of her hands left his leg to squeeze her own breast.
“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous, cariño.” He groaned, feeling her clench around him. “My dirty, little wife.”
A new orgasm built rapidly, his dick hitting all the right places inside of her, his groans and moans only helping the waves of pleasure grow.
She opened her eyes to look at him, watching his muscles flex as he slammed his hips against hers, when he lifted her legs to lay them against his shoulders, changing the angle and moving faster.
“Oh- Javi, fuck!” She gasped, feeling herself so close already as he kept fucking her. “You feel so good!”
“I know, nena.” He rasped, his eyes moving back and forth between her face and her bouncing breasts. “Be a good girl for me and let go, yeah? Wanna feel that pussy all tight, you’re so fucking gorgeous like this, cariño.”
Just a few more thrusts, looking at his face, teeth bared and brows furrowed, her second orgasm crashed into her, making her tense up and moan his name, squeezing him so tightly he had to stop for a moment.
“Just like that, nena, yes.” He breathed out, picking up his speed as he fucked her through it, rhythm faltering. “That’s my girl, fuck-”
His hips pressed into her, a guttural groan ripped from him as he came, fingers curling into her thighs.
“So fucking pretty with your belly, fuck- Gotta give you more.”
She barely understood his rambling over the blood rushing in her ears, struggling to breathe as she still felt the pleasure running through her.
But something about it was just incredibly hot.
He let her legs down gently before pulling out carefully, spreading her legs to watch his cum leak out of her.
She felt hot under his gaze and watched as he used his fingers to push it back into her, making her groan and roll her eyes.
“Javi, I am already pregnant.” She said, watching his face closely.
He hummed in response, still pushing more back into her.
“Just gotta make sure.” He said, hearing her laugh at that. “Love seeing my cum inside you, cariño, you know that.”
“Just gotta make sure…” She mumbled under her breath with a chuckle. “You’re ridiculous.”
Happy with what he’d done, he leaned forward to kiss her belly before leaning over her again, putting his fingers to her mouth.
“Open.”
She did, sucking his fingers into her mouth and humming at the salty taste, both of them together.
When he pulled them out again, he kissed her, soft and tender now, his hand smoothing over her belly.
“We do make good stuffing.” She said, trying not to laugh but feeling herself unable to when he started grinning.
He laughed too, loving her laugh and kissing her forehead.
“We do, and I’ll make sure there’s more where that came from.” He said, eyes twinkling.
“Not tomorrow.” She warned.
He kissed her cheek.
“I won’t have to mention it, everyone can already see how well I stuffed you.”
That earned him a playful swat on the arm, pushing him off of her with a laugh.
Yeah, she really loved this Javier.
And she could imagine letting him stuff her just once or twice more.
He was pretty good at this, after all.
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angelblacksmith · 6 months
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Hugs with Percy Jackson would include
Tags: kiss, a lot off fluff
Pairing: reader x Percy Jackson
a/n: hello um... I haven't been here for over a year and I hope someone remembers me... It's part two, you can read part one there
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Percy loves hugs.
No, he's addicted to hugs.
He's been through too much shit for his young enough age and now only your hugs or touches bring him back to reality.
Feeling your body and take in the smell of your hair while his hands squeeze you is his favorite pastime.
You two don't have to talk at times like this.
Just to feel you next to him is already a comfort.
He's gone through a lot in his life, but he's still able to find joy in the simple things, like spending time in your arms.
If you feel bad, then Percy will definitely try to support you with a physical touch.
He'd probably wrap you in a big, warm, cozy hug that you'd get lost in.
His comforting arms wrap around you, and he speaks softly with the warmth of a summer breeze.
As you hug him, you feel all of your troubles fade away, and your heart fills with joy.
He is always there to offer a supportive hug, no matter what.
He would make you probably feel like everything was going to be okay.
He just hugs you to him and gently kisses the top of your head while you melt into his cologne with the smell of the sea and the beach.
But Percy also has hard times in his life and a bad mood.
On days like these, he just comes home and puts all his weight on you.
He needs your smell, touch and feel of your body.
It brings him back to reality and gives him a sense of safe.
And if you let him stay in your arms, he would be the happiest boy in the world.
But happy hugs are much better.
If you haven't seen each other for a long time.
Be prepared for the fact that this boy will not leave you for the next few days as soon as you come to him in New York.
He would accidentally touch you all the time and smile that silly smile.
Percy is a little spoon in bed.
He needs you to stroke his hair while he sleeps like a kitten on your chest.
If you had ever asked him about it.
"This is the only way to avoid nightmares for me."
You're his safe place.
That's why he always protects you.
He knows that you are strong enough and self-sufficient.
But he won't forgive himself if something happens to you.
If you get wounded in battle.
Percy will spend twice as much time with you.
And if the wound is not too severe, then he will hug you and hold you to him.
All time.
If he gets wounded in battle and you try to take care of him.
He will grumble that he is not a child.
But in his heart he will catch your every touch and every minute of caring for him.
He would definitely need a hug being in such a vulnerable position.
Percy Jackson's hugs are the kind that make you feel safe and loved.
If you need a bit of comfort or a shoulder to cry on, Percy is the one to go to.
His hugs are the definition of comfort.
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i-boop-you · 2 years
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Friends with benefits as a term is wasted on fuck buddies when it could be used to describe being friends with fanfic authors who let you read the next chapter before it gets posted
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jay-wasstuff · 9 months
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Ao3 being down for the second time is the equivalent of my husband returning from war just to be hit by a car
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