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Pls pls pls don’t deactivate! There’s so much gold here and it’d suck to lose it.
I don't think my stories would be gone, just the page. I'd have to make sure I reblog everything on my new account and I'd make a tag so people can find them easily! Or I'll link them in my pinned post who knows.
Get It Out
(Contains: major discomfort, overdue, big baby, supportive but horny husband)
I'm in my final days of growing the life you put in me 43 weeks ago. By now, there was no such thing as comfort. Everything hurt. My hips, my belly, my back, all of it. Each day I'm praying to god for consistent labor pains to take hold but they always taper off into nothing, and I'd cry every time I felt the contractions slipping away. The thought of being pregnant for one more day was pure torture. I couldn't take the constant pain and the pressure...
New story on my new main! I won't be using this account anymore and might deactivate at some point just to let everyone know!
Imagine you're a servant turned Concubine for the King. You've grown impossibly large with his baby to the point that even walking causes sharp strikes of pain to stab into your lower half. You were sure you would go into labor soon, what with the periodic contractions and lowering bump. But labor, as frightening as it was for you to thinking about dropping such a big baby, was not your concern now.
It was the king and his appetite for you. He loomed over you in your servants quarters, letting his hands freely glide over your stomach and engorged tits. His trousers were dramatically tented outward, ready to indulge.
"Please," you whimper, with both hands beneath your over taxed belly. "I'm getting too many contractions now."
The King's gaze burnt through you. He drew the tarp like sleepshirt you wore over your giant bump, exposing the low hanging mass of flesh you carried on you. It was painfully lopsided now, one side of your underbelly was visibly rounded out while the top of your belly. The royal physician couldn't tell if you baby was massive or if you just had two very large twins. You didn't want to entertain either idea.
The king looked at your bump lustfully, drinking in the product of his work with pride. The drawn tight belly button, the deeply grooved stretchmarks, the way it made your body look dwarfed. He loved it.
"A good manservant serves his king. Do I need to remind you what your purpose is here? The consequences of not doing your duty?"
You hesitate, then shake your head.
"Good. Turn around."
Slowly, you turn your back to your king and in an instant his palm collides with your back, forcing you face first into your bed. The weight of your free hanging belly being drawn down makes your back protest, but there was no break between that and the king driving his cock into your pussy. There was no slow build up or foreplay, his pace was vervent and hungry like starving beast. Your small room was filled with the cries the King enjoyed hearing so much from his concubines in this state of pregnancy.
Your cervix, already straining to keep your waters and heavy headed baby in, is bludgeoned by the kings cock. Even, small streams of fluid dripped between your thighs from your water bag. The king grips your shoulders and pulls you back up to standing, making the weight of your babe fall back into your hips and further into the collision of his thrusts.
"You're so wet for me, gods above." The king whispered beneath your cries.
Sputtering gasps escape your throat with each strong thrust. More of your water bag began to split. He was gonna break them and when he did you weren't sure he would stop. The king was a man possessed. The pressure behind your abused cervix builds to a sickening height, your belly straines around your womb, outlining your huge cargo.
"I-its happening, s-stop my king!" You shriek.
The king only answers your plea with a low grumble of desire. And it's already too late. A burst of fluid shoots out of your filled pussy, sending your body into a fit of spasms. And to your horror and expectation, the king does not stop.
((Holy shit this is driving me INSANE (and warning for continued non-con + fetal ejection))
I lost count of how many times I screamed that the babe needed to come, that he was hurting me, that I was pushing. Nothing could slow him down. My body was desperate to bring new life into the world but the process was blocked by his lust and desire to feel my contractions squeeze his heavy cock.
People stopped to listen when they passed the servants quarters. The rapid clapping of skin hitting skin and the anguish of childbirth was clear and those who dropped babes before were sympathetic, but could offer no help.
The bulges of his burden's body beneath my skin grew more pronounced as a contraction took hold and kept building and building. It didn't stop like the rest of them and neither did the urge to push. My hand flew down to cup a mound that stuck out under my belly button. Something wasn't right.
"M-my-my king–" I was his thrusts, the endless contraction, and the desperate need to birth his child "–something... something's wrong–AUGH!"
He threw me onto my side and yanked my leg up until it was next to my face that was wet and puffy from crying while he drilled into my hole. The contraction must've been putting insane amounts of pressure on his cock as the walls while the walls of my pussy constricted his swollen member because he went faster and harder, but I couldn't even cry anymore. Being on my side with my leg in the position it was in now, all I could do was PUSH.
He looked down with pride at the muscles and veins in my neck bulging and trembling with effort, my belly bulging with the huge babies he pounded into me as the overwhelming contraction caused it to jump repeatedly as it couldn't shrink any more than it had, and my bruised, pulsating pussy that would soon be full of his heir.
A huge, calloused hand latched on to a bulge in my middle and he leaned in, pressing more of his weight onto my heavily laboring body. I twisted and writhed and my eyes rolled back as he finished with his hardest thrusts. And to top it off, he pressed a big, warm thumb onto my enlarged clit and that was all it took to tip me over the edge.
We both screamed and howled with our orgasms. My pussy spasms and the contraction milking his cock for everything he had. This was the most I'd ever felt him pump into me and I could feel the warmth of his cum leaking out of my hole around his dick, as I was too full with baby for it to occupy my pussy. The contraction wwould've pushed the rest of it out with the head anyway.
He went limp and yanked himself out roughly, water rushing out along with him. I yelped at the sudden emptiness but within seconds, my birth canal was refilled by a huge baby. I could finally give into the desperate urge to deliver as he watched panting with heavy eyelids while I struggled.
"Push!" His voice boomed but he didn't have to tell me. Despite the size of the baby, it came flying out within a single push, gushing water all over it's father in front of me and almost landing in his lap.
My eyes rolled back and my body gave me no time to prepare for the second. It was larger but came just as fast. I shook and screeched as the child passed quickly with another burst of fluid, landing right next to it's sibling. The relief I felt was instant and the endless contraction dwindled down to a mere ache as I cried along with the babies that were now attached to me with cords that needed to be cut.
The king chuckled cruelly as he lifted both babies in his hands, smiling at the weight. "Two big healthy sons. Look what you gave me, my boy."
He shoved them both onto my chest and I scrambled to hold them in my arms. He leaned in and kissed me. When I didn't return it, he pulled back looking angry. "What? Without me you'd have been pushing for days on those heads."
As much as I hated to admit it, there was a silver lining to being fucked hard through labor. Instead of the slow agony of pushing on two babies that would've gotten stuck at multiple points, they came in less than a minute after the father pulled out of my overstimulated pussy.
"Say thank you." He demanded in a tone that frightened me.
"Thank you, my king."
And when he leaned in for another kiss, I returned it no matter how gross I felt after everything I'd been through in the past hour. I only felt a hint of lust, of something more when he deepened it, but I knew it was just post-birth hormones.
Speaking of post-birth, I felt my uterus cramp again as it began to pass the after birth. I flinched when I felt him touch my stomach and gently rub where his babies protruded out of me.
"I will breed you again in two month's time and the next will be bigger. Do you understand?"
My voice cracked and I choked down a rock in my throat at the thought of going through this again. "Yes, my king."
What choice did I have?
((Anon, you're everything to me))
You're too ripe, my baby pushing your body past it's limits. The three we already have were adding to your exhaustion. They demand your attention all throughout the day as the one in your womb keeps you up with aches and contractions all night. I'm working overtime to make extra money before this one arrives, so I haven't been much help with the kids but I do what I can when I'm home.
The oldest two run up to me and latch onto my legs, giggling wildly. Their laughter is contagious and I scoop them into my large arms before making my way over to you. On the sofa, you nurse our third and I lean down to place a kiss on your lips. You look and feel ike a zombie, but you do your best to smile and return it.
Our next is nested between your thighs, huge and ready to be born any day. I wasted no time knocking you up after your previous birth. Keeping you big with babies was my top priority, and you were almost too good at it despite the pain and misery.
All of our children were born without the need for medical intervention. Our first came unassisted in our bed with a midwife present. The second, in the car on our way back from the mall. You dropped the third on the kitchen floor as I was out cutting the grass. She gave you no time to grab me before spilling out into the world.
But this one. This one worried your doctor. It was big. Too big, she feared. She recommend being induced with a heavily assisted hospital birth at the very least but told us that a c-section would be her preferred method for getting this one out. For weeks, we argued over whether you'd have the baby at home or at the hospital. Your fears grew exponentially as your due date came and went with the baby showing no signs of slowing its growth.
But I knew you could do it. I've seen you bring three children into the world with minimal help so far, and this one would be no different. I pleaded with you to have this one at home because if I was being completely honest, seeing you birth my babies like an animal turned me on like nothing else.
I relished every thing from the discomfort to the contractions to your bag of waters giving in to the stress of fighting to contain my load. And the sounds you made when active labor took over your poor body sent waves of electricity from my brain to my cock. Hearing you strain around solid heads and broad shoulders was the ultimate reward for me slamming into your cervix until it took my seed.
This birth would be the most difficult so far, without a doubt. And I didn't want it to be ruined for me by invasive doctors or worse, a c-section.
It helped that I had you wrapped around my finger. Despite your protests and desire to drop at a hospital, I knew you would cave as soon as I countered your arguments. You were obedient, and if I wanted you to have this baby at home, you were having this baby at home no matter what the doctors recommended.
Two and a half weeks passed since your scheduled induction date. Your doctor called and left voice mail messages expressing concern for your condition, and every time you'd look at me with those big, fearful eyes. I reassured you that the baby would be fine, and will come when they're ready as their siblings did. You reluctantly gave in, but in the back of your mind you knew this baby would have you screaming for an epidural.
Two and a half weeks and I could see it in your eyes, your movements, your demeanor. You were beyond ready to pop. I bathed our oldest two and put them to bed before removing the one from your breast and doing the same. I returned to the living room where you remained glued to the sofa with your belly sagging between your legs, eyes closed as you shifted to relive your hips of some pain. I always wondered how it felt for you towards the end, especially for this pregnancy. I checked you days ago, and could feel the hardness of the head pushing down on your poor cervix that had only dilated two centimeters. It was significantly bigger than our other three and I knew it merely sitting there was taking it's toll.
I could look at you and tell it was time for another check. You were in the middle of a contraction when I approached the sofa. My cock twitched at the square shape of your belly as it tightened around our baby and the way you moaned through it. I watched as you sat there on the very cusp of delivery. As excited as I was to hear you scream around the head of my child, I craved seeing you in such discomfort.
"Let me check." I was eager for what I might feel when I pressed my fingers to your cervix.
I tugged at the hem of your sweatpants and the smell of birth hit me. My brow furrowed as my hand dipped into your underwear and felt a pad. By now, you were leaned back with one hand tugging at the bottom of your swell to give me access to your entrance. You noticed my confusion.
"My water's leaking. Think my bag tore."
My cock swelled even more. You were so close. So utterly close to popping and great with child. I genuinely had no idea how you made it this far but I was grateful. I felt around and took note of just how soaked and heavy the pad felt.
"Babe, I think it's full."
You shrugged and spread your legs a bit more, wincing as you did so. As soon as my fingers entered, your body tensed up and you placed a hand on my arm to keep me from going any further. I felt water trickling around my fingers. You writhed in desperation for some sort of relief but found none. Your grip on my arm loosened and I pressed further, feeling the bulge of your sack dipping through your cervix that was now eight centimeters dilated. You must've been in labor since you woke up but with how many false alarms we've had so far, you didn't think any of the contractions you felt were the real thing. You kept telling yourself that they'd stop at some point.
"Oh sweetheart." My voice dripped with sympathy. "It's almost time."
"Can we go to the hospital?" You pleaded with pain etched into your face. "I need to go tonight, please. This baby. I can't. It's not like the others, I want a c-section. I need it."
No. I refused to give in even though I was becoming a bit concerned about the size of the child as well. But if it came to it, I'd call an ambulance if it was needed. ONLY if it was needed.
"You'll work the baby out here, I know you will."
You visibly deflated with a sigh at my rejection of your request. And a second later, your belly went tight. But you poor thing. You were so exhausted you could hardly react. The only thing you could do was slump over onto your side and prop one leg up on the sofa to give the big head as much room as possible in your narrow pelvis. I knew you were in the midst of birth even if you didn't fully realize it yet.
Or maybe you did, because with the contraction came a light urge to push that you gave in to. I watched as your body heaved involuntarily every few seconds. Your eyes were closed and you were breathing deeply from your nostrils. It was too early for you to push, but you weren't doing it hard enough for me to be worried. I knew it was your body fighting for a sliver of relief by bringing the baby down further.
"There you go." I whispered as you remained lost in your own world of minuscule pushes that set me on fire. You didn't do this with the other babies. They weren't so burdensome that your body felt like it had to. "Bring it down. Push. Push. That's it."
"I think–" you paused to give a quick grunt on the final push as the contraction ended "–I think I'm in labor."
I rubbed your belly which was rock solid and deformed even without contractions. The latest one had you squirting water as you pushed. The pad you wore overflowed and you now sat with wet pants and a small stain on our sofa.
"Mm. I think so too."
"You need to get me to the bathroom. I think my water's about to pop."
I helped you stand ever so slowly. You groaned when all of the baby's weight pressed down hard and your breath caught in your throat when you felt wetness run down your legs.
"Oh." You pressed a hand between your legs like you were trying to keep the fluid from rushing out of your opening. And suddenly, I watched you awkwardly dart as fast as you could down the hall. A trail of water followed you from the living room to the master bath and I was close behind.
I had to admit, this was a new highlight for me. Seeing your feeble attempt to power walk while squeezing your opening so you didn't leak all over our brand new carpet. And you failed at that but I wasn't angry because of how excited it made me. I put that baby in you. The heavy baby that scared doctors with how big it was and threatened to pop you all over the floor as it's head battered your poor cervix. I'm the reason why you're begging your waters to hold on just a second longer until you make it to the bathroom so you could give in to the . I did this to you. And by God, I hoped to do it again after you dropped this burden.
"Oh, hold on please." You pleaded with your body as you walked. A slightly bigger gush came out from under your hand through the sweatpants with the bathroom door in sight. "I'm almost there, baby. I'm almost..."
I ran ahead to open the doors before you could stumble inside. As soon as you did, it was like your body knew and your sack gave the second your foot hit the tile. You stood there, one hand on the wall with the other holding the bottom of your belly. We both waited in silence while your bag drained and soon all that came were tiny streams of water, which was good enough for us.
We both knew what was coming now that your water was out of the way. The next contraction reared its ugly head and you fell into my arms. I held you in a standing position. Gravity was the only way you'd be getting this one out. Your nostrils flared and you gave me a pitiful look before fully giving in to the urge to push with every ounce of energy that remained, which wasn't much.
The sound I'd been waiting for, for months escaped your throat and I nearly came right there.
The real fun had just begun.
[TW: extremely difficult birth, tearing]
(another tw for blood mentions and light medical stuff)
It was everything I dreamed of and more. The noises you made as you pushed, the way your womb constricted under my hand, the way you breathed like a panicked animal between contractions. Your hands moved frantically from your belly to your throbbing opening to my arms as the pain radiated through your lower body.
I had us facing the elongated bathroom mirror that reached the floor. We were standing with my chest pressed against your back and my hands free to explore your body as you labored harshly. Rubbing your rock-solid belly seemed to be what you wanted the most, so my hands were glued there, massaging your mound through endless, violent contractions and applying counter pressure to your hips when you asked for it.
My face was buried in your neck and shoulders. I kissed and sucked and bit you all over, leaving trails of red marks behind while you pushed. Every now and then, I'd look up into the mirror and our eyes would meet. Yours were more animalistic now than I'd seen in your previous births. They were wide, red, puffy, and overflowing with tears as my child inched out of you at a slug's pace. The dark circles around them from your lack of sleep in the last few days were more pronounced. It was incredible seeing what my baby turned you into. You were a complete mess ever since the head lowered in your hips and this is the worst I've ever seen you look before.
I knew when the head began to bulge from the way your body shook as you screamed. The tightness in my pants was driving me just as insane as the sight of you clawing at your belly while the head of my fat baby filled your birth canal. I cupped the bulge in one hand with my other holding you up with an iron grip on your belly. As I felt it move, my hips bucked against your back while my cock wept my pants. I threw my head back and my eyes rolled while you struggled with another pain.
Then time passed. Thirty minutes. An hour. Two hours. The head hadn't budged from the position it was in when it first began to emerge. You pleaded for me to get help, but I was so stubborn and against the idea that I repositioned myself so the heels of my palms rested at the top of your straining mound. "I'm gonna help you push."
You were too exhausted to ask what I meant and the next contraction came so fast, it caught you off guard. Your body was so ready for this baby to be out that you only had seconds of rest in between labor pains. I began to press down with both hands as the contraction grew and you howled. I moved one hand from the top of your belly down to the bulge and swore when the head hadn't come down any further. A pang of guilt hit me as I grew aroused once more. The baby was so heavy and huge and past due that it was stuck between your tiny hips and it refused to move even with me pushing on the belly. None of our other babies got stuck like this before.
Fuck.
I stopped to breathe, moving the hand cupping the head to my thigh and squeezed. The other held a tight grip on your misshapen womb as I tried to keep myself grounded. You were fully sobbing by now and I was fighting to keep myself from throwing a hand into my pants and strokng myself to completion at the thought that the baby I gave you ten months ago is so overdue that it's too big to pass through your narrow hips.
Another contraction ramped up beneath my palm and brought me back to reality. Instead of pushing down with both hands, I kept one on the your belly as the other held the emerging head once more. "Alright."
Your hand squeezed the arm pressing on the baby as you wailed. You babbled incoherently for me to stop but this was getting dangerous. Your water had popped so long ago and so little progress was made. All the strength you had hours earlier had been depleted and I knew you were past the point of being able to get the baby out on your own. As I ran through all of the worst possible outcomes in my head, I pushed all of my weight down on your belly but didn't feel any effort coming from you at all.
"C'mon, baby, please. Push! PUSH!"
You took in one huge gulp of air and bore down with everything you had. With both our efforts, I felt the head move into a teardrop shape and the bulge grew larger.
"It's coming! The head's coming!" I was smiling from ear to ear until your hips began to jerk and buck on their own, legs shaking wildly. The ear drum rupturing scream you let out stopped me in my tracks. I held you and the head in place as best as I could and my expression twisted into horror when I looked in the mirror.
A red liquid leaked around the head and between my fingers. My baby was beginning to rip you open and I was at a complete loss for what to do. You looked warily at my bloodied hand in the mirror and groaned. Your voice was hoarse and quiet as you begged for medical help one last time.
"Hospital." You wheezed with your head lolling on my shoulder. "Call an ambulance. Baby's too –MMMMMG– too big."
My phone was charging in the kitchen, so I ran to it but not before helping you over to the curtain rod to keep you up right while I was away. I pressed kiss to your forehead and ran to check on the kids first and foremost. They were sound asleep, blissfully unaware of the war you were fighting against your body in our bathroom.
I made it to the kitchen and dialed 911 with trembling fingers. The operator had to calm me down as I explained that you were pregnant, extremely overdue, and couldn't push anymore. Then I heard you roar out my name and paused, eyes wide and blood cold. The woman on the other end of the line asked for the address repeatedly and I blurted it out as I sprinted out the kitchen and into the hall, socks now damp with me stepping in where your water leaked leading to the bathroom but I didn't care. Especially not when I heard you scream that the babe was coming out.
By the time I got there, you'd sunk down to your knees in tears, one hand bracing yourself on the rim of the bathtub while the other supported the gargantuan head of our baby. I don't even remember what I said to the operator before I hung up and pocketed my phone, eyes glued to your laboring form the whole time. You reached a trembling, bloodied hand out to me, breaths reduced to quick, short gasps as the baby twisted.
I took your hand and was on the floor in a blink with my chest against your back, eyes closed and whispering words of encouragement as my cock swelled up again. I was concerned that the rest of the baby would pass in the ambulance or at the hospital, but you held so much amniotic fluid that the pressure built up behind the body was overwhelming and this baby wanted OUT.
Water squirted around the head in every direction and you arched your back with a yelp. Your hands went from gripping me and the tub to cradling the head as you gave your last, violent push.
You threw your head back against my shoulder and howled with the pressure of the biggest shoulders you'd felt so far pushing against your torn pussy. One popped free and your eyes rolled back as you tugged in a vain attempt to pull the rest out but it remained lodged. You clenched your teeth and pushed harder than I'd ever seen before with your belly aimed towards the sky and straining around water and the rest of the heavy body. There was a bit of give with the other shoulder and your hips bucked wildly into thin air as you pulled even harder with a deep, strained grunt.
In what was easily the biggest gush of water I'd seen come out of you so far, the rest of the baby was birthed into your hands. My orgasm drowned out your gasp and the baby's screams as I finally reached into my pants and finished myself off in a single stroke. Now my hips were jerking uncontrollably while cum shot into my already ruined pants. This was probably the loudest I've moaned in my life. When I came down and looked at you again, you were passed out with the baby in your lap after he fell from your arms as they went limp at your sides.
Reality was hitting me all at once with you passed out, our son still screaming, blood all over the floor around us, and the paramedics now banging on our front door. My head swam when I got up and ran to let them in. Without a word, I lead them to where you sat on the tile against the tub.
The rest was a blur. I remember hearing a woman shouting "whoa!" when she was handed the baby. They took both of you and drove off with flashing lights and blaring sirens. I called your best friend to come over and watch the kids before driving to the hospital myself. My heart hammered in my chest from the time I left the house to when I made it to the room. I sighed in relief when I saw you. You were alive but asleep, getting some much needed rest after the ordeal.
I looked at the bassinet next to your bed and saw our baby knocked out, same as you. It was a boy, and he looked twice as big all of our other kids when they were born. My eyes drifted over the card with his name, our names, and his birthday. My breath hitched when I saw the numbers next to the weight that read 12.9lbs with a smiley face and a sticker off to the side that said he's the biggest the hospital had seen born naturally so far.
I looked at you and couldn't be more proud.
if youre a true ally of trans guys you should offer to help us out with our ungodly high sex drives
Please tell me how you'd make me your painfully gravid t-boy and what you'd do after seeing me waddle around the house as I reach 42 weeks + 6 days pregnant with your dangerously big baby, gasping and shouting with thunder crotch pains every few steps as the head batters my cervix.
((Can be as dark or fluffy as you want idc.))
God please write more stories, your fics get me going like nothing else
Oh, I'm never gonna stop writing so dw about that! And I'm glad to hear it ❤❤❤ Hearing that my stuff turns y'all on is the biggest turn on for me 😭
In the car, on the bed, in the shower, on the kitchen counter, against the wall, on the couch, outside, on the floor, doggy style, cowboy, missionary. All until I'm overwhelmed with contractions and we're both soaked with my water and I'm screaming for you to pull out as I feel the head of your fat, heavy baby push through my cervix.
And as I'm howling in pain, I want you to whisper in my ear that this baby is the first of many and every time you'll fuck me until I have to push when I'm overdue and huge the same way you did with this one.
now I have a serious question. I've really really really been enjoying making preg/birth art and I was already planning to switch to another account soon. would y'all like it if I made official ocs for that stuff? it would probs be mostly ftm mpreg and I already have characters in mind but yeah. lmk what you think!!!
Just about ready to scream those twins out! With the closest hospital being over an hour away, they'll be having car babies if he changes his mind on the home birth.
OMG, you're back again! WELCOME BACK! I'm just glad you're okay because I worry when you go radio silent for long periods of time, school can be rough sometimes, but you can do it, take care of yourself! 🩷💛💜🧡💙🩵💜🩷❤️ I will always be here when you come back.
THANK YOOUUU ❤❤❤❤ You don't have to worry about me but yeah, I'll always be in and out but hopefully I'm not gone for THAT long again. The rest of this semester is gonna be hell, but the summer and fall should be easy enough so I'll have more free time to work on stuff here! And thank you again ilysm 🥺❤❤❤
Aw shucks! Kinda bummed that you won't be finishing Saloon Baby. But at the same time, so glad you are back! I'm sure whatever it is you are cooking will be just as good if not better than your previous work!
What I'm doing now is better absolutely but I might give Saloon Baby another shot when I have time. I thought about it this morning and there may be a way I can salvage it but no promises 😭
why the hell did Tumblr destroy the order I had those in??? should be fixed now
Don't think I ever mentioned I can draw. believe it or not, this is my first time ever making preg art 💀 just wanted to do some quick poses so they're all just basic shapes and whatnot but I had fun making them!
You come home to your 42 week, massively pregnant boyfriend begging you to pop him because his contractions are irregular, the twins are destroying his back, and poor thing just wants to not be pregnant anymore. And the babies def take after your boyfriend as far as size and weight goes. I imagine they're around 8 and 9 lbs. respectively.
Any plans to finish saloon baby ? 🤞
No actually! I hate the direction I went in with that one and I'm working on something that I like way more but it's the same general setting/time period. I'm considering it a redo of that one, but it won't be as long.
Welcome back! Your stories give me life.
LMAO thank you, thank you ❤❤❤ they give me life too, idk where I get the motivation to write stuff like that but I'm not complaining!