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brujamala-aka-gigi · 7 months ago

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this is a small light hearted pick a pile reading, made for fun. there's a good mix of random, quirky, and deep stuff in each pile. so yeah, pick one and take what resonates or take it as a sign if it makes sense to you. {this reading is written in a non-hetero centric way}

dividers by @cafekitsune & @jimzittos images found in @saizun 's blog.

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˚˖𓍢ִ✧˚𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒏𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒆.⋆༘˚⋆

They have way too many hobbies, and they’re all kinda niche but related to creativity.

Very playful with almost everything, quirky or bizarre sense of humor.

Always looking for new things to do, seeks enjoyment and/or entertainment.

Humble, they don’t like bragging or being too loud about whatever they achieve.

They are open minded because being judgemental goes against their logic.

Amazing at teamwork.

Deep down they are actually quite structured and disciplined, despite giving off the opposite impression.

Unexpectedly responsible in their own way.

Very curious, wants to know everything about you.

Is quick to smell bullshit. Impossible for them to be lied to.

˚˖𓍢ִ✧˚𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒏𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒘𝒐.⋆༘˚⋆

They love anything that has a darker, spooky, mysterious tone. But they are quite chill about it actually, they love scary things but they are not annoying about it.

Easily misunderstood and badly judged by others tho.

They try really hard to be good at communicating with others despite being kinda shy and almost awkward.

Always overthinking and over analyzing.

They are nerdy, but in a history or philosophy way. Probably unable to do math.

Amazing emotional intelligence, especially when it comes to dealing with difficult moments from their past.

Worried about the future: they are not too concerned about traditional success, but they are concerned about leaving some sort of impact in the world, no matter how small.

˚˖𓍢ִ✧˚𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒏𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆.⋆༘˚⋆

Hardworking, dedicated, passionate… maybe a workaholic.

Actually quite handy and always willing to help or solve anything.

They love their routines, they swear by them.

If they love you, after you ask them “what's going on?” they won’t reply “nothing”, they will go on about an overly specific topic that they were reminded of by something random.

Charismatic, but in a pretty eccentric way.

Black cat looks, yellow cat personality.

They are attractive because they are truly confident in themselves, and maybe quite uninterested in looking exactly like the conventional beauty ideals.

Detail oriented, borderline obsessive.

They are always doing something, always on the go, always close to burn out… because the moment they chill they accidentally begin feeling unmotivated.

. ˚˖𓍢ִ✧˚𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒏𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓.⋆༘˚⋆

Party animal but in a golden retriever way.

So friendly and nice it's almost scary. But in reality they really enjoy meeting people, hanging out, and chatting.

Also, quite altruistic and willing to help out anyone with anything, they don’t care who or why.

They have a lot of friends, and acquaintances, but they have a very small inner circle who they are extremely loyal to.

Very strong sense of hope for the future. They never lose the conviction that everything will eventually turn out just fine.

Their will is sometimes too strong, they don’t let anything go easily.

Either on the spotlight or in a leadership position most times. They don’t look for it, it just happens.

Sometimes overly protective, but they have quirky ways of showing that.

Not good at flirting, they're quite dorky about it, but somehow it works for them

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HOT as fuck. As in sensual and captivating.

Highly perceptive about the people around them, they like to wonder how the mind works.

They might look off standish, cold or uninterested, and yes, they might be most times but that doesn't make them bad people.

In reality they are trying to look cool while being shy and afraid of intimacy.

Highly intuitive.

Many times their expectations for themselves are insane, but their expectations for others are low.

Probably super into classic literature. Dante's Inferno specifically.

Quite romantic, but also kinda pretentious about it. Don't expect average gifs, expect something that is a reference to an obscure experimental new wave french film or something.

They don't joke about their spotify playlists.

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Highly sensitive and creative but in a Lana del Rey kind of way.

They really have a sort of "old soul" vibe.

Too empathetic for their own good, but they are always working on it.

Staying at home is their favourite thing to do, specially if there's sweets involved.

Incredibly patient. They actually prefer slow-paced everything. Books, movies, shows, hobbies, everything.

Probably into crafty hobbies and podcasts.

They have a very low social battery, but they are always willing to put the effort if it is because of someone they appreciate.

Very proud of their roots and overall life journey.

Not very talkative, unless they have something they deem important and necessary to share.

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notjustjavierpena · 11 months ago

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Nerf

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A/N: There’s a little background to this. Sweet @sawymredfox posted a picture in an inbox that I can’t remember who belonged to but the picture was of a Nerf gun with a note asking for a gunfight over dinner. This one's for you, Wym!

Summary: Hubby returns from work to a Nerf gunfight over takeaway privileges. Luckily, he has tactical training and quite the appetite.

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader (no y/n)

Tags: Domestic bliss, fluff, pregnant reader, javi loves and worships his wife, pussy eating, fingering, squirting, rough piv sex, multiple orgasms, creampie

Word count: 4.7k

Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57685981

Nerf

Javier comes home to his apartment like always on a Friday afternoon, fiddling around with his bundle of keys that he fishes out from his pocket to find the one to the front door all the while carrying his work bag in his other hand. He has planned a date night with you tonight and has been excited about it since Monday morning when you suggested it over breakfast. He cannot wait to see you in your shared home, already grinning from ear to ear at the idea of giving his wife a long kiss as you discuss the movie choices you’ve rented at the local Blockbuster. He doesn’t really care about what you insist on watching, easily distracted by you anyway as you watch your movie with curious eyes. He’s more interested in the food that you are going to eat, hooked on the idea of ordering greasy Chinese food to share with each other.

When he finally gets the door open, the apartment is dead quiet and the noise of Javier throwing his keys on the side table echoes through the hallway.

“Honey?” He calls out but you don’t reply.

He takes one step forward only to hear the sound of cheap plastic scraping across the floorboards. He furrows his brow and looks down, noticing the toy gun with a sticky note attached to it. He sets down his bag by the shoe rack and bends down to pick the gun up.

It’s a Nerf gun, more specifically a poor imitation of an automatic weapon. He checks the magazine and sees that it is full, loads it again, and only then reads the note sticking to it.

Husband,

Welcome home. I’m hiding in the apartment with a Nerf gun. Here is the other one… The winner decides what takeaway we’re having for dinner.

May the odds be ever in your favor,

Your wife

A grin spreads on his face, his senses heightened now that he knows you are watching him from somewhere.

As he pockets the note with as little noise as possible, he smirks with determination and thinks that you have no idea who you are up against. He secures his grip on the toy gun, remembering his tactical training from Colombia, and moves silently through the doorway to the living room.

He scans the space with his heart beating in his ears but where he expects you to jump out from somewhere, maybe behind the couch where you’ll be relaxing later, he finds nothing. He takes silent footsteps across the wooden floorboards, knowing which creak, as he makes his way through the small space, checking behind the curtain by pulling it open with the tip of the rifle. Not there either.

“I’m coming for you, esposa (wife),” he tells you tauntingly when he makes a left into the kitchen. You’re usually more into pizza, stringy with cheese and topped with mushrooms, but he really wants that goddamn chow mein from just around the corner. He tightens his grip, on a mission.

He inches forward to see if you are underneath the breakfast table with a cloth that you bought at a flea market a few months back. He didn’t think it would fit the rest of the furniture in the apartment but you insisted, and you were right. He loves the mismatched chairs surrounding its slightly quirky pattern now, pulling one out to make sure you really aren’t underneath the tablecloth by quickly lifting it and aiming.

The kitchen is completely empty, he decides, unless you are hiding in the refrigerator which he seriously doubts. Despite this, the silence is thick with impending doom and he takes a deep breath to steady himself, not about to lose to a person with no experience in the field. He listens carefully, taking a few steps back and suddenly a Nerf dart flies past his ear.

He whirls around, having noticed the slight movement just in time. And there you are, right in the doorway to the kitchen with a huge, beaming smile on your face, gun pointed at him, and wearing nothing but your white cotton underwear. He fails to concentrate on anything else except your gorgeous body, the only one in this whole world that he has worshiped multiple times and hasn’t lost interest in. He smiles at the sight of your baby bump that has just started to grow round and the way your panties’ elastic band sits across it. However, you play unfairly, a Nerf dart suddenly making its way toward him.

He manages to duck it, hearing it hit the kitchen cabinets behind him with a soft thud before clattering to the floor. He raises his gun and you squeal with delight, turning on your heel, and running through your shared home. He fires a few darts in your direction without hesitation but none of them get you and you’re gone again.

“Nice try, baby!” You laugh triumphantly. He follows the sound of your voice, your padding feet, and your giggles that elevate his heartbeat with indescribable warmth and happiness. They lead him to the bedroom, steadily creeping along the walls until he nudges the door open with his foot, gun at the ready.

He guesses that you’ve stepped into the closet where his shirts hang because you won’t have had time to roll underneath the bed. He makes his way across the floor and swings the door open only to find nothing but his old clothes. He furrows his brow but then tenses up at the thrilling feeling of the tip of your gun poking into his back. He smirks to himself.

“Hah!” You exclaim with glee, “Isn’t this a surprise? I can’t believe I won!”

His smile becomes more mischievous. You haven’t shot him yet, too arrogant to think that you won’t have to because he’ll surrender. Too bad for you that he is a stubborn man who loves you just a little more than anyone else before him. It’s enough to not let you win as you love it the most.

In a flurry of tactical decisions and moves, he manages to whip around and grab the gun to fling it out of your hands. It falls to the floor with a clatter and your eyes widen. It dawns on you that you have noticed his plan too late and you end up with a Nerf dart hitting you square in the chest.

“Gotcha!” Javier celebrates.

You stumble back dramatically, clutching frantically at your chest after impact to earn a genuine laugh from your husband. You end up on the floor and Javier steps forward to stand with a leg on either side of you.

“Do you stand down, soldier?” Javier asks, imitating the sound of reloading. When he aims at your chest again, you hold your hands up in mock surrender.

“Fine, you win take away privileges,” you giggle but still try to reach out for his gun.

Javier drops to his knees, getting comfortable on your thighs while you start to squirm, “You’re not very convincing, wife.”

“I’m being completely genuine, husband,” you reassure and accidentally push up into him, the slightest friction against his jeans making him feel a stir of desire in the length of his cock.

Just when you try to reach for his gun again, he throws it next to the other and thus out of your reach. He leans down over you, hovering over your pouting face, and kisses your lips, “You really thought you could beat me so easily? Chica tonta (silly girl).”

The exhilarating feeling of your little game has left him clouded by thoughts of you. His eyes start to wander down your figure, his yearning for you that’s been building since he left in the morning making him unable to stop them. Your chest rises and falls a little quicker underneath his greedy gaze. Your breasts are more full than usual because of the baby growing inside of you and you look so stunning sprawled out on the floor at his mercy that he can’t help but let his hands wander as well.

You arch up to catch his lips in a tantalizing kiss that leaves him short of breath. Warmth thrums underneath his skin, a result of your heat radiating through him even as his fingertips only ghost down towards your waist and stomach. Your skin is electric, soft to the touch, and glowing just right because you are pregnant.

“Javi,” you breathe softly as your hands come up to tangle in his hair, messing it up after he has had it under control the whole day. He nods but doesn’t keep his mouth on yours, instead lets the tip of his nose trail over your cheek and down your jaw whilst leaving kisses on your trembling neck as he descends.

“I missed you all day,” he whispers, nibbling and kissing your skin until a thin sheen of spit runs down the pulsing vein along your throat. When he reaches your belly, beautiful and pregnant, he presses several kisses all over the growing bump while listening to you sigh with contentment. He smiles into your skin, briefly resting his cheek on you to look up at your face, “How have you both been today?”

“We’ve been good,” you hum and run your hand through his hair, flattening it down again by pushing it back as you caress the top of his head, “We’ve missed you though. They’ve been moving around a bit but I think they’ve gone to sleep now… all that running around.”

“Lots of privacy for us then,” he teases. He shifts positions, scooting backward until he is kneeling between your legs. He pecks your belly repeatedly, “You just sleep, bebito (little baby) while I take care of your pretty mamá.”

“What do you have planned?” You ask, wiggling your hips to try and get comfortable on the hard floor. He smirks at you and crawls forward to yank at the covers on the bed, pulling them far enough off the mattress until the pillows follow. He helps you to lift your pelvis up so he can scoot the soft pillow underneath your hips and then does the same with your head.

“Can I eat this sweet little pussy, mamá?” He asks, finally kneeling in position again and watching you plant your feet on the ground by bending your knees. His own knees are hurting slightly but he ignores it because he knows he’ll forget it once he gets lost in your cunt.

“Please,” you swallow thickly after a hitched breath. You nod eagerly with that little expression on your face that he loves when you’re getting treated for simply being the love of his life; all softened features, mouth slightly open, and pleading eyes watching as he goes down.

Gently, he puts his palms on the back of your warm thighs and pushes your legs towards your chest, enjoying seeing you in the same position that he put that baby inside of you while he still can. You follow his movements without protest, keeping them there while he hooks his fingers under the waistband of your panties.

“You want it?” He asks while dragging the fabric down over your hips as you nod repeatedly, snapping it slightly from how you barely register that you have to cooperate. He laughs as you do, a tiny giggle escaping you as you hold your legs up with your hands under your knees when he slips the underwear off your feet and tosses it to the side.

Your pussy is on display for him like this, your pushed-together thighs and your ass slightly elevated from the pillow making it stick out even more. You squeeze around your calves to hold your position and he can see your dripping slit quiver, inviting him in to squish his head between your thighs.

He flattens his tongue to lick a long, greedy stripe from the cleft of your ass to your clit, feeling you pulse in excitement as he finally touches you with his mouth. He groans at your sweet taste, repeating the move to concentrate on gulping down some of your slick like he hasn’t had a drink all day and Texan summer is peaking. You make him so hard in his jeans that it hurts, the length of his cock straining against the zipper as your sweet scent fills his nostrils. As he eats you out slowly and hears you sigh with pleasure above him, he agrees with himself that he’ll fuck you too. He thought this would be enough but no, you look perfect, swollen and warm below him and he doesn’t want to go through this late afternoon without feeling your heat around his cock.

“Fuck, baby,” you gasp the way you do when your orgasm starts to tug from within you. He stops only using the tip of his tongue to be more forceful in his treatment. He covers your mound with his mouth, hollowing his cheeks as he sucks at your clit to hear you whine a mhmm…

You gush a little wetness when he releases you briefly, a drop of it sliding down between your cheeks so it accidentally wets the pillow you’re writhing on. Javier doesn’t care right now, will just throw everything in the washer later. He kisses your clit a few times before going in again, this time pressing his tongue against you to wiggle it against your clit that’s now hard from how turned on you are.

There’s a climb in your pitch, a little higher moan coming out your mouth as he starts to let small flicks of his tongue rain down on your gorgeous clit. He concentrates on getting you there, heart beating in his ears but still managing to listen to your heaving breaths, notice your palms tighten around your legs as you channel the intensity into whatever you can and feel your hips involuntarily move so he has to grab the widest part of your thighs and hold you in place.

When you start to hold your breath after a particularly long whine, he pulls away to stop your orgasm with the excuse that he has to breathe. You look down at him, releasing your grip around your knees to let your thighs fall out to the sides. You look frustrated, your racing heartbeat evident from the way your pussy pulses in a steady rhythm.

“I hate you,” you say through gritted teeth, hips lifting off the pillow for just a moment as you chase something, anything to no avail.

“No, you don’t, Mamacita, not with what I’m about to do to you,” he grins, eyes glued to your glistening slit, watching the shine of his own spit covering your delicate skin. He grabs your ankles to plant your feet on the floor like you’d done briefly earlier, only to slide his hands upward over your shins, knees, and thighs until they sit on your hips. He gropes your jiggly thighs for a second, watching his movements vibrate all the way up to your bra-covered tits. They jump a little and he knows he has never seen anything so perfect, catching his hungry eyes and attention for a little too long. When he wants to smirk at you, he sees your pouty face and chuckles, “Alright, I’ll hurry up. Gotta give you what you want when dinner isn’t your call.”

You bite your bottom lip as he descends on your cunt again, tensing up the muscle of his tongue to lick a long stripe between your soaked folds. He moans when your hands find his hair, tugging gently on the follicles of his scalp. When he dares glance up at your writhing body, he can only see your tensed-up jaw as you have thrown your head back.

“Fuck, Javi,” you whine, “F-fingers. Make me come on your fingers, please.”

He can definitely do that. He lets his dominant hand slide down between your legs while he holds himself up with the other one on your hip, keeping your pelvis down as he sucks hard on your clit. Two of his fingers enter you and curl toward the front of your walls, seeming to have a direct line to your spine because you arch your back with a groan.

Javier hums with pride, fucking you open on his digits whilst hollowing his cheeks around your clit. He drags the pads of his fingers over your g-spot again and again, hearing how your breathing speeds up once more and feeling your heartbeat as you rhythmically start to clench around his middle- and ring finger. He doesn’t have to look, is simply driven crazy by the mere thought of the finger that he wears his wedding band on disappearing into you over and over.

“I’m coming,” you announce with a cry, barely able to catch your breath at this point. You tug harsher on his hair, pushing your hips up to earn more friction, “I’m gonna come, baby. Fuck, you’re making me come.”

Javier bobs his head slightly as he nips and sucks and licks, moving his fingers inside of you almost frantically to get the reward that he so desperately wants and needs. You squeeze your eyes shut, thighs tensing up and then go completely silent above him for less than a few seconds.

You come with a high-pitched squeal a moment later, pussy going off into rapid spasms that choke his fingers but not enough for him to stop dragging them out while they curl upward. He releases his mouth from your pulsing clit, withdrawing his head from between your thighs so your arms fall to the floor. You gush all over his hand which he doesn’t manage to pull away, twisting your gorgeous body in surprise as you practically wet yourself on the floor. He tightens his grip on you to keep you on your back, hearing you sob with pleasure as he sinks his fingers knuckles-deep into you again and repeats the move.

Another gush soaks the floorboards and you are practically levitating by now, enough for Javier to be sure that he has made up for the fact that his pregnant wife won’t get her takeout craving satisfied. He hears how it sounds in his head, knowing immediately that he should decide on that goddamn pizza if he wants to have it easy.

He snaps out of it to go again at least three times more and when you seem like you can barely handle it anymore, he pulls back but only after a gentle peck on your swollen clit. You squirm in oversensitivity, shaking your head repeatedly while he cannot stop grinning in self-satisfaction. God, how on earth can he of all people have the privilege to make you feel so good?

It takes a moment before your mind isn’t fogged by fireworks going off between your legs anymore and you slump on the floor with a satisfied smile on your face, a giggle bubbling up in your throat which is the most heavenly sound he has ever heard.

“Okay?” He asks with a dazed expression, the taste of you lingering on his tongue. He rubs your thigh up and down, feeling the slight dampness from the sweat and wetness of your body.

You nod in reply, “Mhmm…”

“Made a mess on the floor,” he tells you with a hint of taunting in his voice.

“Mhmm,” you repeat, no shame in your tone which he loves completely, “You’ll clean it up.”

“Oh, will I?” He laughs quietly at the state of you. It’s true though; he will, and as you nod once more, he is already getting up from the floor with an aching hard-on in his jeans.

“Yes because I’ll let you fuck me when you get back,” you grin lazily, letting your thighs fall out to the sides even more to show him your wet cunt. He could skip the step where he gets a towel but you’ll complain about it later tonight if he doesn’t nip it in the bud.

He adjusts his cock in his jeans when he is on his feet and undoes the pants on the way to the bathroom, hands gripping the handle on the bathroom drawer a little too hard when he gets a towel. He slings the towel over his shoulder and pushes the fabric of his pants down over his hips, relieved when his cock is only covered by the softness of his briefs.

When he has patted down the floorboards, just managing to do it before your come has started to soak into the wood, he throws the towel to the side and kneels between your legs again. He looks at you with longing, with a fire in him that feels as if it is getting poured gasoline over it when you look into his eyes with a mischievous grin.

“Can I have it now, baby?” He asks politely as he pushes his briefs down, letting them sit just below his hips because it feels like too much work to undress completely when he so desperately wants to be inside of you. You nod and hold out your hands to signal that he needs to come closer, and he follows through on your silent request but only after taking a last look at the beautiful mess between your legs that he’ll push into soon.

When he crawls over you, you unbutton his shirt to reveal his chest and touch him all over. Your delicate hands roam over the skin of his torso, fingertips sliding through the little but sexy amount of hair there until you grab around the small of his back. You pull him in, he moves closer.

A sharp exhale leaves him as he enters you finally. You on the other hand moan shakily as he fills up every last inch of you, intruding just a little before you relax around him. Your hands slide down and your nails dig into his ass, motioning for him to start moving inside of you.

Your head falls back when he thrusts once then twice, fucking you slowly but harshly into the floor. It’s so ridiculous to think that he only had plans to kiss you when he came home, maybe making love to you in bed after the film you definitely won’t fall asleep to. He braces himself with a hand beside your thrown-back head, leaning down over you to practically latch onto your throat. He kisses along the beautiful arch of your neck, tasting your salty skin and feeling your throat vibrate against his lips with each noise of pleasure you make.

You bend your legs to wrap them around his hips, rocking with him as he fucks into you deeply. Your cunt is so wet and warm around him, echoing each of his groans by choking his dick just as he has come to love it after he started fucking you on the regular three years back. Here he is, happily married to you and he is going to be a father. The thought of what you two have together, what you will achieve together, makes him impossibly hard inside of you, especially when you go and do something as stupidly adorable as a Nerf gunfight. He must have you. Fantastic, sexy, beautiful you.

He rolls his hips to hear you say his name, the floor creaking underneath you as you move together. You tilt your head forward again to kiss him, slotting your mouth over his and tasting your sweat and slick on his tongue. You suck at the tip, hinting at how good you are at going down on him and he groans with how wanton you can come off. You’re not just a sweet girl like everyone says.

“There! Oh fuck, th-there,” you break the kiss to yell out for him as he hits an angle that wasn’t even deliberate, the noise bouncing off the walls. The little old lady who lives downstairs from you will be banging on the door tomorrow, gone before you can answer and having left a cheerful yet unhappy note that starts. It's so nice that you enjoy each other. Javier thinks it’s more than nice.

“Yeah? There, baby?” He does it again to piss off the whole building instead and your fingers dig into his skin with how good it is, “¿Así (like that)?”

“Sí, así (yes, like that),” you sob, your cunt squeezing his dick with how you have another high incoming. He seeks out your lips again but you are busy; your eyes are squeezed shut in concentration on your pleasure and your mouth hangs open as moan after moan leaves it, so he settles for a desperate bite to your jaw.

“I love you,” he says as clearly as he can muster, his own orgasm creeping up on him as he spears you again and again. He moves a little to go harder and faster, his pace slowly increasing until you need to hold onto him to not go upwards on the floor with the strength behind his hips. You slide your hands up his back, nails scratching in their wake until you pull him into your arms. God, he feels so good and safe when you do that. You are both sweaty, chests sticking slightly to each other from how much effort you are putting into being together like this.

“I love you too, esposo (husband),” you whimper feebly and tighten your legs around him to keep him where you want him the most. He can hear you are close in the way your breaths fall from your lips.

“Come for me,” he whispers with a hot breath against your ear that has you shivering on top of everything else, “Por favor, mi amor. Quiero sentirte (Please, my love. I wanna feel you).”

His words send you there, your sounds send him there. You come with a pained noise and then a string of moans, your brows furrowed as your cunt goes off into spasms that he relishes in. They pull his own high from him, his muscles tightening before pleasure washes over him as he fills you up with his spill. It is accompanied by a guttural groan that makes you clench around him just when he thought it was over. He cannot control his hips as he feels it. His pace, albeit slowing down, gets uneven until it comes to a complete halt.

Eventually, he rolls off of you. The both of you groan as he pulls out, and he immediately reaches for the towel which you place between your legs. He turns his head towards you when you do and as you gain eye contact, the both of you laugh in post-orgasmic bliss.

You scoot closer by wiggling your entire body. You also decide to share the pillow under your head with him, pulling into the space between you.

When you rest a hand on your baby bump, he reaches to hold it. Your breaths fall in sync with no need to say anything until you have the energy.

When that time comes, you look at him out of the corner of your eye, “So.”

“So?” He asks and pulls up his underwear.

“What did I lose to?” You elaborate while he buttons and zips his jeans.

“Chinese,” he replies and tries to suppress his excitement in case you start pouting. Instead, you laugh out loud.

“What? Why’s that funny?” He probably looks confused.

“I wanted Chinese,” you clarify with continuous giggles.

“Oh,” he joins in and chuckles, “You never want Chinese.”

“The baby wants Chinese,” you pat your belly with your other hand.

“Must be my kid,” he smirks and rolls onto his side. He pecks your cheek repeatedly.

“Must be,” you turn your head to kiss him but it doesn’t quite feel enough. So he kisses you again, squeezing the hand on your pregnant belly as he does it and when you giggle against his mouth, it seems like the whole reason he was put on Earth is to do all of this and what’s to come with you.

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purplebehittindifferent · 1 year ago

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I have added a quirky comment here for the last year and a half, however now… I have no words.

jk I have all these words 👇

I know it is very bitter sweet, but this is the end of Reconnecting. Thank you all for coming along on this journey with me. I plan on making a behind the scenes video on my YT sometime soon. Feel free to send any asks you have I want to answer them all!

Please know I am not going to dissapear! I still plan on making content consistently, and my original comic RULE 5 is already underway, and if you’d like I’m certainly not against writing some exposition fics for Reconnecting 💜

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writers-potion · 9 months ago

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Do yoh happen to have any resources for how to write a stripper character? In my novel idea the stripper character is a secondary character more meant to teach the protag that the world is filled with just as much beauty as there is cruelty and will eventually take in the protag after they escape their creator's clutches at the very end of the novel (Frankenstein inspired)

Writing A “Story B” Lead Character

Hello! First of all, thank you for this beautiful question. I know your question started by asking about how you should craft a stripper character, but I would like to pay more attention to the function that your stripper character is serving – the Story B Lead.

What is a Story B Lead? Simply put, they are characters that lead the side plot in any story – most typically, the love interest (if you have a romantic side arc, the most typical type of Story B).

The main job of the Story B Lead is:

Give the readers a break from the main plot. Story B shouldn’t be as serious or daunting as Story A — let your hero have some fun, explore new things, and find love while he figures out how to fight the big bad boss.

Convey the theme of the story. The easiest example is the love interest in superhero stories. When the hero is too focused on the fight, the love interest often provides a new perspective to find the critical clue or make the hero realize there are more important things than chasing power.

Be a part of the sucko ending. Whether your Story B has a happy or sad ending, the conclusion of all the fun the hero has must supplement the main story’s ending in some way.

So, let’s construct your stripper character based on the criteria outlined.

Give her a backstory that will hit the protagonist differently. Think about the relevance of the stripper in your protagonist’s character arc. Is she someone your protagonist can look up to? What was her struggle of living as someone’s creation? Does your protagonist fear that they will become like her?

Make her attractive, fun, quirky. Story B is where we get to stress a bit less about the main conflict to explore more of the story world. Use your stripper character to show what it means to be a creation – do other strippers alienate her? Physical quirks? Some things only she can do because she was “created”, not “born”?

Give her a thematic statement that summarizes what she stands for. For example, she may say: “Some say that beauty is terror. I say there’s beauty in the most terrible things.” as she drags a crying protagonist onto a packed stage.

Don’t let her drag your protagonist around. Taking in the protag sounds like a fully closed happy ending, but remember that your protagonist must choose to be with your side characters – not the other way around.

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fishnapple · 1 year ago

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Crystal reading : YOUR BIGGEST STRENGTH

This is a general reading meant for multiple people. Take only what resonates and leave out the rest.

Feedback is much appreciated ❤️

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Buy me a drink or book a reading with me - KO-FI (Read this post : personal reading)

1. CARNELIAN GROUP :

There's lots of red colour, you have lots of passion and love

but you don't always show them to the world.

You feel things very deeply, you have a strong core energy and a very grounding presence.

People may perceive you as an easygoing person with a breezy life.

They may not be able to see the hardship that you have gone through

because you present yourself as a very optimistic and joyful person.

But you're no fool, you know your self and worth, you faced your darkness and in return, it rewarded you with the greatest treasure.

If you create something, it has a striking but also dreamy quality to them,things that have lots of impacts.

Because you have the ability to tap into the dreamland and bring them to life through meticulous and solid actions.

2. AVENTURINE GROUP :

Your biggest strength is the power of your words.

It has a wide impact, even to strangers.

You speak from authenticity, which brings empowerment to your audiences.

What you deliver comes from the place of genuine compassion and faith , faith in this life, faith in spirits.

When people listen to you, they can feel it. It's not an overt feeling but a lingering feeling, like a soft cloud surrounding them.

But that doesn't mean you're soft.

In fact, your words could be very triggering,a strong force.

You can be coming across as a very dedicated person, full of life and vitality.

You have multiple facets, but they are all closely working together into a unified whole.

Finally, there is lots of sudden luck coming into your life on a daily basis.

They could bring you lots of interesting interactions with people.

3. TIGER'S EYE GROUP :

Of the three groups, this group scattered the biggest.

Your energy field is big but not in-your-face kind,it's quite otherworldly, for some, it could seem a little quirky.

But there is a structure behind it.

You could travel a lot and feel at home in foreign places.

Travel could also bring you lots of good luck.

Your voice has a soothing effect , it brings calm and peace to the listeners.

Maybe lots of people just want to sit around and hear your talk.

This could make you a very good teacher, or a good performer that attracts attention from the crowd.

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gallifreyinstituteforlearning · 5 months ago

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how common is it for gallifreyans to have hair colours that wouldn't be found in humans? and on that topic, are some time lords just more prone to finding themselves with, say, chartreuse hair after a regeneration than others?

How common is unnatural hair colour among Gallifreyans?

Gallifreyan biology is advanced, complex, and very eccentric. While most Gallifreyans end up with hair colours that wouldn't surprise a human, the possibility of more creative shades is absolutely on the table.

That said, it's definitely rare because we don't see them very often. Gallifreyans tend to stick to colours you'd see on a human.

🧬 Why Unnatural Hair Colours are Rare

At its core, regeneration is a biological remix. Dominant and recessive alleles shuffle around during the process, trying to recreate the same original template. The body is essentially aiming to regenerate back into its foundational DNA—yes, the Doctor's body has been trying (and failing) to regenerate back into William Hartnell since 1963.

For most, this results in hair colours within the standard human spectrum. However, sometimes the DNA throws a bit of a curveball. A "bit error" in the genetic remix can result in traits like chartreuse hair—or, hypothetically, glitter freckles. These quirks are usually isolated incidents unless they become part of the Time Lord's core traits, in which case you might find them sporting lime-green locks every regeneration.

🎭 Are Some Time Lords More Prone to Chartreuse Hair?

Absolutely. And it comes down to the four factors of regeneration:

Foundational DNA: If your genetics contain even the faintest predisposition for unusual hair colours, regeneration might lean into it. And once a quirky trait shows up, it's probably more likely to persist in future regenerations.

Skill Level: Not everyone's a pro at regeneration. Novices might end up with odd traits because their body's improvising. It's like hitting a video game's 'randomise character' button.

Environmental Vibes: Regeneration adapts to its surroundings. If you regenerate in a radiation-heavy zone or a particularly alien environment, your body might throw in some unexpected traits, like hair that glows in the dark.

Random Selection: Even with all other factors, regeneration always has a degree of randomness.

🧪 The Rare Cases: Why Chartreuse Happens

So while unnatural hair colours are uncommon, they're more likely under these circumstances:

Environmental Factors: Exposure to exotic radiation or chemicals during regeneration.

Genetic Quirks: A "bit error" during the DNA remix or a mutation that becomes a core trait.

Chaos in the Process: If regeneration occurs under stress or without focus, the body might make… interesting aesthetic choices.

🏫 So …

Unnatural hair colours are rare, but not impossible. They're usually the result of environmental influence, a random mutation, or a particularly chaotic regeneration. And yes, some Time Lords might just be prone to these quirks—because when you're rewriting your DNA every few centuries, sometimes you end up with chartreuse hair.

💬|🦱🪮Is it possible for a Gallifreyan to regenerate with “bleached” hair?: How and why bleached hair can happen on regenerations.

💬|🦱✨Does Time Lord hair style itself on regeneration?: Theories on how hair may be able to ‘auto-style’ on regeneration.

💬|✨🦽Can disabilities persist through regenerations?: The nature of inherent and regeneration-specific disabilities.

Hope that helped! 😃

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ghost-pokemon-appreciator · 10 months ago

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Adoption masterpost

This is a masterpost of pokemon up for adoption at the Children of the Moon Sanctuary on Ula'Ula Island in alola, if you want to adopt any of them and you're in another region that's no problem we'll send them over to you

Rick Gastly

Species: gastly

Gender:♂️

Nature: naughty

Important info: no special needs

Nico

Species: nickit

Gender:♂️

Nature:relaxed

Important info: paralyzed back legs needs wheel chair

Loki & Sylvie

Species: Zoroark

Genders:♂️&♀️

Natures: impish & cautious

Important info: amputees, bonded pair

Matcha (adopted)

Species: sinistcha

Gender: ♀️

Nature: bold

Important info: great emotional support mon but also loves to battle

Espada

Species: honedge

Gender: ♂️

Nature: Lax

Important info: no special needs

Daenerys (Smaug & Falkor)

Species: Dragapult (and dreepies)

Gender(s): ♀️ (♂️ & ♂️)

Nature: serious (naughty & jolly)

Important info: food sensitivities will give special food when adopted and will tell you where you can get the food

Fifi

Species: Linoone (galar)

Gender: ♀️

Nature: timid

Important info: paralyzed back legs, needs a wheel chair

Candycorn (candy) (adopted)

Species: pumpkaboo (regular size) (chimera color patern)

Gender: ♀️

Nature: naive

Important info: blind in one eye, but loves to battle

Michael

Species: greavard

Gender: ♂️

Nature: quirky

Important info: heart problems would not recommend for a battle team

Sean

Species:shedinja

Gender: ♂️

Nature: sassy

Important info: no special needs

Lock, Shock, and Barrel (adopted)

Species: shuppets and a banette (mega)

Genders: ♂️ ♀️ ♂️

Natures: impish, sassy, naughty

Important info: bonded trio, barrel is permanently mega from an experiment

Meira

Species: Corsola (galar)

Gender: ♀️

Nature: Lonely

Important info: has asthma not recommended for a battle team

Maxwell (spoken for)

Species: mimikyu

Gender: ♂️

Nature: lonely

Important info: has separation anxiety, came from an abusive household, would only adopt out to someone with other pokemon

#litwick lectures #adoption masterpost #the children of the moon sanctuary #rotomblr #pkmn irl #pokeblogging #pokeblr #pokemon irl

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penaconys-radical-bellboy · 4 months ago

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“ I knew a boy , good and evil. .”

. “ showed me that I , was a gentleman. ”

Prev users ; changelingqueer-land | zeroday-but-gayer | yaelokre-but-quirky .

† TUMBLR MASTERPOST & RENTRY MASTERPOST †

“ Wait for the boy to blossom into. .”

> ───〃𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆. . .

☄ ; soulless spiders !

Crypt , Opal , Volleen , Z , Blazer , Jinz , Zester

he / it / ze / bone / doll / they / crack / thing / star [+ others ]

demi aroace ; gender non conforming ; [ REDACTED ] yrs old

transID ; changelingqueer + voidicqueer ; proship ; pd- contact

30 ish (as of known) headmates ; OSDD subsys

masc terms ; use tone tags

[ CIS ; ADHD , Autism , Insomniac / sleep issues , memory loss / memory issues , traumagenic osdd , disabled / heart condition , general anxiety , paranoia , arfid / ED]

🐾 frequent fronters !

Lulu » age slider (18 - 14) + age regressor (12 - 8) » she / he

Sunny » perma 20s + age regressor (16 - 12) » he / it

ARG » perma 30s + sometimes slides to 16 » he / rot

Ace » age slides between 26 - 38 » he / they

[ I coin things sometimes. ]

🌌 boundaries !

pings ; allowed

dms ; closed / not allowed

teasing ; allowed , please state if teasing

nicknames ; allowed , only friendly nicknames

pda ; allowed

asking for socials ; only if close

transharmful interaction ; allowed

sourcemates ; depends on the headmate , but allowed

. “ colors that grow where they can . . ”

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op-fanwork-exchange · 1 month ago

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Masterpost | Ask | Carrd | Twitter | Discord

#OPFANEX25 - WORK REVEALS DAY 6

[T] right from the start (I gave you my heart) Gol D. Roger/Silvers Rayleigh | Wordcount: 2.1k

Gaban is up to something.

[E] yours was the only shape Monkey D. Luffy/Trafalgar D. Water Law | Wordcount: 21k

Law’s new neighborhood is… quirky. But it’s closer to the hospital he works at, and the café next door offers decent coffee. He doesn’t want to get involved in anyone’s lives, but then he meets a firefighter named Luffy, and before he realizes it, his life will never be the same. A modern AU featuring Law and Luffy sharing a condo, a cat named Merry, and crew movie nights. Some angst, some fluff, explicit sex, and a guaranteed happy ending.

[E] The Night Before Eustass Kid/Trafalgar D. Water Law | Wordcount: 1.9k

The night before the raid on Onigashima, Law can't sleep and goes for a walk. He runs into Eustass Kid, and sparks fly.

[T] Trapped Portgas D. Ace/Reader | Wordcount: 5k

You would think being a new prison guard at Impel Down will be hard enough, but it becomes a lot more difficult when one of the inmates seems unable to leave you alone.

#one piece #gol d. roger #lawlu #kidlaw #portgas d. ace x reader #silvers rayleigh #opfanex

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louisupdates · 3 months ago

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Interviewer Hrishikesh Kannan: Has your team picked up any fun or quirky habits during the last big tour, apart from the ritual of just bonding together? What are post shows like, getting a massage and crash, yeah?

Louis: Yeah, yeah, just like that. No, I would say that what’s difficult post show is you’ve got all this energy, you’ve got all this adrenaline. It depends on the night, but I’m always hanging out with the band. So we might kind of wind down together in the back of the bus, have a couple of drinks, or maybe we might just head out and chase that adrenaline, you know?

Interviewer: ‘Walls’ was a different sound. The ‘Future’ one is a different sound! Is the second album more ‘Louis’ than the first?

Louis: It’s a difficult thing to say, because I don’t think Faith In The Future would’ve happened without Walls. So I think that was part of the process, really. But yeah, Faith In The Future probably sums me up better as an artist. You know, Walls is incredibly important to me, and as I said, I had to get through that stage in order to have the confidence to write Faith In The Future, really. But that really feels like my first record, if I’m being honest. Not that I don’t love the songs on Walls, but I just… when I listen back to songs on Faith In The Future, in reflection, we did everything we set out to do, and I feel really accomplished by that.

Louis Tomlinson with Hrishikesh Kannan at Radio One International [9.3.2025], part 7 / 8

INDIA 2025 MASTERPOST

#louislollaindia25 #lollapalooza india #radio one international #louis update #louis tomlinson #hrishikesh kannan #9.3.2025

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kawaiipeacemusic · 7 months ago

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~My Masterpost~

I've been struggling to make this, but its finally here! welcome to my masterpost. It will never be completely done. none of the things I repost will be on here. Only the work I have written myself will be on here.All fic will be in order from youngest to oldest The fandoms I write for are:

MHA (mostly class 1a. ask for pro heros and LOV)

Sander sides

PJO/HoO

Marvel

B99

The Owl House

Spiderverse

FNAF (including the aftons)

For a few fandoms I do xreader,but please ask.This is an SFW blog, and all the regular DNI's.

Also, you should follow these people:

@fanderficreader bc I'll hurt you if you dont :)

@sunflowerandsunshinebaby bc shes so fricking amazingggg

@puppyieinnit bc shes adorable

@karmaajr sup

@azureyemberzz MY TWINNNNNN

Enjoy!

(And now for my gay and otherwise quirky sticker thingies)

Masterlist!

Me and Puppyie

Me and Alex pt.2 (me and my bestie)

just imagine this (random)

Me and Alex (me and my bestie)

No more work! (Erasermic)

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companion-showdown · 11 months ago

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Who is the best TARDIS team?

TOURNAMENT MASTERPOST

propaganda under the cut

5, Adric, Nyssa, Tegan

Young Stepfather and his 3 teenage stepchildren who aren't gonna call him Dad and he can't tell them what to do. Absolutely hilarious vibes.

I love that they were comprised of 3/4 aliens and half of them are from a different dimension so Tegan is the odd human out with a bunch of quirky aliens. The sass levels are high among them and so are the nerd levels; excellent TARDIS team all around :)

Who doesn't love Single-Dad out of his depth 5? (@trakeniteadventuress)

5, Tegan, Turlough

They're just that iconic. A time lord, a fed up australian and a sassy ginger alien who can't drive. Icons. Consistantly serving fashion and iconic lines. Without a doubt, the blorbos of all time. (@gothicacetheatrekid )

five and tegan and turlough are basically a slightly skewed version of eight/fitz/anji tbh and i love them for the same reasons

#top team: round 1

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conceptionsofconciousness · 5 months ago

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Natives of Shatabhisha Nakshatra are celebrated for their originality and eccentricity. They hold a distinctive outlook on life, often marching to the rhythm of their own drum. Their behavior and interests appear somewhat unconventional to others, who view them as peculiar or odd. This eccentricity could be attributed to the shadow planet Rahu's influence over this Nakshatra. Shatabhisha people often seem to inhabit a realm of their own, distinguished by their quirky behaviors and unconventional thoughts that distinguish them from the crowd.