#I MADE HIM TRANS SCREW YOU

[o-i-w-u]

doodles but i keep getting carried away </3

[constantmourning]

Run Away

[Buggy x AFAB!Reader]

Summary: You and Buggy get close while he's on the Going Merry.

Word count: 0.9k

Warnings: 18+! MINORS DNI! Buggy is just a head whilst giving head. Oral (f! receiving), Insecure!Reader, inappropriate use of devil fruit abilities, very too much self indulgent, not beta read.

A/N: im posting this while not sober and it's very self indulgent. Me and Buggy if I was on the going merry fr fr!! This was just something I wrote real quick while I tried to work on requests... I hope you enjoy it sdfbsdf (ALSO!! Reader may be written as AFAB, but as a trans, plus size person I wrote them with that in mind :) but like feel free to imagine whatever you want!)

For some reason, you were left to watch Buggy. Why they trusted you to watch him was honestly beyond you. Unfortunately for Luffy, you had made a new ally. Fortunately for you, your new ally was very generous. Even if you were sure it was only because he wanted off the ship.

“Buggy,” Your voice was low as you lied on your bed. Buggy’s head was in your hands, resting on your stomach. “I’ve never…” You trailed off. “Um, I don’t have much experience with this.”

“Holding a head? Most people don’t.”

“No,” Your brows furrowed, “I mean, I haven’t ever done that either. But, the people I’ve been with before… I don’t have good experiences with them and-”

“Them going down on you?” He asked. You nodded at his question. “I can change that.”

Your hands were at Buggy’s neck. Your fingers began to absentmindedly play with the hair coming out from under his bandana. Buggy’s eyes met yours and his brows furrowed. You stopped playing with his hair and apologized.

“No, you can do that again.” Buggy demanded. You felt yourself relax as you began to play with his hair again, twirling it between your fingers. “If you don’t wanna do that, we can kiss again. But the earlier offer still stands.”

You nodded, “Okay… okay.” You placed Buggy beside you and stood up. You grabbed the waistband of your shorts and quickly pulled them down. Buggy watched wide eyed as you pulled your panties and kicked them across the room. “What?” You almost covered yourself.

“I didn’t think I’d get this far…” Buggy admitted. “Did you want to leave your shirt on?”

“Yes.” You nodded, pulling at the hem of it. “I’m not too comfortable taking it off.” Buggy’s head bobbed, somewhat, and you lied back on the bed. You looked over at him and he waited for you to pick him up. “Are you sure this is okay?” You whispered, grabbing him and holding him up towards you.

Buggy hummed in response, letting you know it was okay. You placed him between your legs and pulled up your shirt slightly, giving him full access to you. You looked up at the ceiling and waited for something to happen. When Buggy did not do as he said he would, you looked down at him.

“Play with my hair again.”

You groaned. You placed your hands around him, your finger tangling with his hair once more. You gently played with it and pulled Buggy closer to you. Your legs opened a little wider and you felt Buggy begin to lap at you. Your eyes widened immediately. Your hips rolled forward and Buggy smiled against you. He was smug.

You let out a soft moan as he licked a stripe up your pussy. His tongue hit your clit and circled it. Electricity jolted through you. You gently pulled at his hair and your back arched, before pressing back into the bed. You were unsure what to do.

“What if-” You groaned, trying to keep quiet, “What if you need air?”

You pulled Buggy away from you, ever so slightly, “I’ll be fine, put me back.”

You did not argue. You pressed Buggy back between your thighs and tensed as his nose pressed to your clit. Your eyes screwed shut and your heaved. Trying to be quiet was about to get hard. And Buggy had no remorse.

You moaned out for him, your voice cracking as you tried to keep it down. “Fuck!” You shook as Buggy continued. “Just like that, please-” You were so close. You were begging for him to let you cum. “Never felt so good…” You mumbled, words barely coherent.

Buggy smiled and groaned into you as you pulled his hair. Your hips rolled into his mouth and his nose hit your clit again, your jaw went slack. Buggy’s eyes watched as you began to unravel just from his tongue. He watched as you begged and pleaded, saying you needed him. Needed him to let you cum. He wasn’t going to deny you of that, you were being too good.

One of your hands left Buggy’s neck and slapped hard against your mouth. A muffled scream bounced off the thin walls and your hips jerked up into Buggy’s face. You tensed, everything was so tense. Your eyes were shut tight and suddenly you couldn’t hold onto Buggy anymore. You were reeling and Buggy watched you struggle to regain self control.

“Fuck-” You finally formed a word. “Fuck!” You hissed out, “I don’t- Holy shit.”

“It’s okay,” Buggy was smug, still between your legs. “Take your time.”

“Buggy…” You shook your head and picked him up, placing him on your stomach again. “I think I may just have to run away with you.”

“What?”

Your eyes widened and blinked at him, “Oh… I mean… I totally enjoyed that a normal amount.”

Buggy’s eyes were wide too, “No, no, say that again. You may have to do what? I need to hear that again.”

You let out a soft laugh, "Buggy, that was so great I'm prepared to run away with you!"

You sat there for a moment. You were thankful to have been left alone with Buggy, but you were filled with an unknown emotion when you thought about leaving the straw hats for Buggy. A feeling you did not want to think too hard on.

"Remind me," you finally spoke, "I owe you once you have your body back."

[sooniebby]

Based on my random thought (I’ll be sprinkling what he’ll say in the actual fic, this is just a little sneak peak!)

“Usually my other clients can handle more than one pose—but it looks like you’re thinking about my cock instead, huh? Such a slutty boy… well, go on. Don’t get shy now. It’s your own time you’re wasting.”

Imagine having a yoga instructor who seems a bit rude and stand offish during his classes. He doesn’t talk except when giving instructions. It’s mainly for work, that’s all.

Even in his more… sexual side of work, he doesn’t feel much else. Except when he fucks you <3

Something about your whiny moans. The way you practically scream when he slams his cock inside of you. How you try to answer his questions even when the only sounds coming out of your mouth are moans.

He loves manhandling you. At first it was just to make you do different yoga poses—now he just loves seeing how easy he can control you. He’s grip is always harsh, wanting to make sure he leaves some time of mark on your body as your tight heat takes in his cock so easily.

“You can suck better than that, baby… don’t piss me off, alright?”

He loves it whenever you whimper, whining about how harsh he was treating you. But you knew the safe word—you just never said it. His smacks against your butt, tight grip on your waist… most instructors don’t kiss their clients, their own little golden rule. He follows it but makes up for it by biting you all over.

Leg, arm, stomach, neck, shoulder. Nothings safe. You always took them well. It’s like you were made for him. His perfect boy~

“Don’t muffle yourself. Everyone else is fucking and you can hear their moans. Let them hear your whiny voice, baby. Everyone should know how good I’m fucking you.”

He almost feels sad when the session is over. And the next day when he’s fucking his other client, all he can think of is you. Your moans. Your screams. His name on your tongue. You, you, you…

Damn, he was screwed. This wasn’t just work anymore.

wowowow! This was fun to write, and actually helped me develop my OC for this prompt more! This for male/trans masc reader if you couldn’t tell!

The character’s name is Tatsumi Yuta, if anyone cared lol. I’ll be writing the actual fic soon!! Im excited to do so. Feedback appreciated, and ask if you wanna be tagged once I publish chapter 1! (Yes it’s gonna be a series)

[sweetfictionalworld]

Im not sure if you accept request but...can you make rick flag with a male reader? (Or trans male reader) 👉👈

Thanks for the request! I hope I don't screw this one up 🙈 I haven't written a male reader insert before.

"Yes, Sir" (Rick Flag SR x Male Reader Smut)

Summary: Rick invites you to his home.

Warnings: Smut, smut, smut. PWP!

"You wanted to see me, Sir."

General Flag turned around where he stood in his office, looking out the window, giving you a smile that always made you weak in the knees.

"For how long have you been assigned here now, y/n?"

"Almost two years, Sir."

"And for how long have you wanted me to fuck you?"

Your face turned hot and your heart started hammering against your ribcage. "S-Sir, I-I don't know what you're talking about," you managed to blubber out.

General Flag smirked. "Well, if you do happen to know what I'm talking about, come to my apartment at 8 o'clock tonight. You're dismissed. For now."

Your face was still hot and flustered when you left Flag's office. What the hell had just happened? Yeah, of course you had wanted to fuck him since the first day you laid eyes on him. Who the hell in their right mind wouldn't?

You didn't know how you got the courage to go home to him. But here you were, naked on your knees with Flag's cock in your mouth. His hand was gripping the back of your head as he slowly bucked his hips, matching the pace of your sucking.

"Fuck, your mouth feels so wet and warm," he mumbled between grunts. "Such a good boy, taking my cock like a champ."

His praise did something with your body you didn't expect, those few words going straight to your core and making your cock twitch and harden. Flag noticed it and smirked as he thrust deep down into your throat, making you choke and drool around his thick girth.

You tried your best to take all of him, wanting him to feel proud of you. You looked up at him as you continued to take all of him, watching the pleasured expression on his face and admiring his well-toned, muscular chest and the abs on his stomach. Damn, how could a man in his late fifties look better than the guys your own age?

"Fuck, come here. I want to taste you too," Flag grumbled and and pulled you up, positioning the two of you in the 69 position with him on top of you.

You stared up at his cock bobbing above you, opened your mouth as he lowered himself down onto you. Then you felt his hand around your length and the tip of his tongue flick across the head of your cock, and you lost it. You gasped around his cock, greedily bucked your hips as he stroke your cock in his hand and gently sucked on the head. Then, he went deeper and you cried out when you felt the back of his throat against your cock. It only took a few thrusts and then you came with a gasp, shooting your load into Flag's mouth. Flag swallowed it all and chuckled as he licked you clean before he stood up.

"I believe it's my turn," he said with a grin and positioned himself at the end of his bed where your head was. You stared up at him, understanding what he wanted. You slid yourself further down, so your head hung down the edge of the bed. Flag smirked and grabbed your head as he pushed into your open mouth.

He clenched his jaw as he held your head in a tight grip, thrusting into your mouth faster and faster.

"Such. A. Good. Fucking. Boy!" he growled with each thrust until he came, filling your mouth with his cum.

You swallowed every drop he had to offer with a satisfied smirk on your lips.

"How about we rest for a while, then we'll make that ass ready for my cock," Rick said mischievously and gave your ass a slap. You grinned up at him and gave him a playful look.

"Yes, Sir."

[colemorrison]

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You're screwed up and brilliant, look like a million dollar man..

Pairing : Silco/FTM!Reader

Genre : Oneshot/Drabble

Warning's : NSFW. Pussy, slick, cunt and clit are used for readers genitals. Slight pet play, mentions of reader being a dog.

Summary : Voice Kink. That's it.

Word Count : 1085

A/n : I do infact have a voice kink ESPECIALLY with Silco. Might make a pt.2 of this..

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"You're squirming, you have been since I called you in here. What is it?"

His voice sounded like heaven to your ears, words dripping in a drug that you couldn't help but be addicted to.

"Are you afraid of me?"

Silco stood, long legs heading for your place on the couch. He sat, confidently next to you, lit cigarette dancing between his fingers.

"Answer me."

His eyes watched you, awaiting a response, you weren't afraid of him, he excited you. His voice excited you in ways you couldn't explain, he was your boss which meant how you were feeling was wrong but you could feel your own wetness coating your thighs.

"No sir."

"Let us say you aren't, then why can't you look me in the eyes. Hm?"

"I.."

You wanted to look him in the eyes, but the desperation in yours would give you away the second he saw it.

"No.. You're not afraid of me are you, boy? You're excited, your tail is practically wagging at the sound of my voice."

Silco watched your face redden, thin fingers coming to wrap around your jaw to turn you to face him, the look on your face was adorable, practically drooling at the way he spoke to you.

"Silco.."

The older man smirked slightly, such a small difference to his usual expression but it made the feeling between your legs so much worse.

"Yes my dear?"

"I.. Yes, your voice excites me."

"Show me."

It wasn't an ask it was a demand, you closed your eyes, embarrassment coursing through every vein. In his office? He wanted you to just show him your cunt when anyone could barge in?

"How would you like me to.. Do that sir?"

"You're asking me..? Hmm.."

The look he gave you made the throbbing between your legs much worse, he needed to either calm down or start touching you.

"You're so excited how about you just touch yourself?"

He watched your face drop, the blush covering your face deepening, you looked so handsome.

"Go on."

Silco didn't know you were trans, at least you didn't tell him and if he figured out on his own he didn't say anything. You stood, sliding your pants down, soaked boxers on display, to say you were embarrased was an understatement.

"All this because of my voice? I wonder just how much my voice can do for you.."

You sat back down on the couch, legs spread while your hand slid between them.

"Not even going to look at me?"

His tone had dropped down slightly, voice like warm tea spilling down your throat, you wanted to whine and beg until he touched you but that wouldn't work. You had to listen to his demands and you knew it.

Your fingers slid over the wet patch, inhaling at the sudden spark of pleasure. You had been touching yourself to the idea of Silco for ages, now you were touching yourself in front of him.

"Come on, look at me. I'm sure you'd like a kiss? Wouldn't you?"

Silco watched your eyes gloss over, shuffling to lean closer to him, ready to get a kiss. The sigh that escaped him made you lean back, had you done something wrong?

"You didn't answer the question."

"Yes! Yes sir."

"Ah. They're you are. You really are desperate."

He took a drag of his cigarette before using his free hand to wrap around the back of your neck and drag you into a kiss. Feeling the smoke enter your lungs was both pleasant and too much at once, you tried not to cough but it was inevitable.

"How long have you been thinking about this?"

Your teary eyes met his mismatched ones, you could lie or be honest, though did you really wanna tell him honestly?

"Be honest and I'll touch you."

The second those words left Silco's mouth you were telling him, you had thought about this for months, maybe even a year.

"All those months? You could've been honest my dear and you would have gotten all of this."

Silco put the cigarette out, giving you his full attention, thin fingers coming to stroke over your thin t-shirt, kisses covered your neck, teeth sinking into your skin. His touch, his teeth in your neck, this was everything you had dreamed of and more.

One of his hands moved to slip inside your boxer, finding your clit, rubbing it with too much pressure and too fast. You weren't prepared, moans and whimpers left your lips so fast you wanted to hide away, but before you got the chance his words were right in your ear.

"Don't. You wouldn't like if I took this all away from you would you?"

"No- No sir."

He chuckled at the instant reply, he couldn't wait to put that pretty mouth of yours to use.

"Down, on your knees."

You stumbled, more than you would've liked to admit, though eventually you got down on your knees in between his legs.

"Your tail is wagging again isn't it boy?"

"Yes sir."

One of Silco's hands ruffled your hair making you smile, the flush on your face only getting worse the more he spoke. He brought his hands to his belt, undoing it and then sliding his pants down to his knees next, he gestured to his underwear.

So quick it was embarrasing you had his underwear down with his pants, you were so desperate to please him, knowing if you did he would praise you and maybe even fuck you after.

"Easy now."

Your tongue circled his tip, before you wrapped your lips around it. You bobbed your head gently, doing your best to keep eye contact with him.

"You're such a good boy."

One of Silco's hands came to settle in your hair, pressing your head further down, being forced to take more in you did your best not to gag. He was long, longer than you were used to so you had to relax your jaw and take more in.

The groans that left his mouth just made you want to move faster, head bobbing, you wanted to feel his cum coat your throat, taste him on your tongue all day while he worked.

"Up, boy."

You couldn't help but whimper as you stood up, waiting for the next direction.

"Where would you like it? Against the window so everyone can see how much of a slut you are or on the desk like your pretty little brain has always imagined?

[loozerboykisser]

pjo characters as weird and dumb things me and my friends have said

Percy: what the fuck is cockblocking like I can't block ur cock on Snapchat

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Will: UUUUUUUGH MY ASS HURTS- ooh look a butterfly

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Leo: I CANT FIND MY PRETTY STICKER- AW FUCK- SHIT- MY VAGINA- OOAOoOoOOooAHAHHAgh

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Jason: I can't actually believe I just agreed with you but hey here we are

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Reyna: why the fuck am I friends with any of you hoes

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Piper: should I...? too late I did it

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Will: the best way to rizz someone up is by rizzing them up *turns to friend, winks horribly* hey baby girl

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Rachel: one sec getting my anger out *aggressively splatters paint on canvas*

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Annabeth: sometimes I'm smart. When I'm smart, I'm smart. *awkward thumbs up and grimace*

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Octavian: fuck the gays they should all die ... I mean I could fuck some gays

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Hazel: I'll make you tea but not in a sweet way I'll make it so hot in burns your tongue and you can't speak for a week

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Frank: hey guys check me out I'm a furry on drugs *WOOOF WOOF BARK BARK BARK WOOF WOOF*

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Grover: I love plants :3 specifically magic mushrooms but like

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Leo: I mean I would totally fuck you but like respect man

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Will: Ugh fuck my life I hate everything *coldplay starts playing* I retract the previous statement I fucking love life

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Jason: UGH UR ALL SO DUMB but I'm in

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Nico: if u wanna kys clap ur hands *rapidly claps hands*

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Piper: *hypnotizes u with my beautiful blue orbs* come over to my house

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Hazel: respectfully hope you die <3

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Frank: I'm on acid what's it called when a ton of cats jump on each other a dog pile or a cat pile

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Reyna: OH THANK GOD- sike I don't believe in that motherfucker hahahha

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Annabeth: I'm so smart *holds up the one good test I got in school* see the teacher even gave me an 11/10 because I wrote my name in a cool font

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Leo: UUUUUGGGGGHHHH IM SO HORNY- *mom walks in* oh hi mom how are you

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Will: we can just... fuck. as friends though no homo.

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Rachel: IF I DON'T DRAW SOMETHING IN THE NEXT FEW MINUTES I AM GOING TO MAUL SOMEONE

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Octavian: you all suck and I hate you *silence* no wait come back

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Someone: haha ur gay

Nico: yeah??? and ur not?? like don't knock it until you try it dick is yummy man

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Hazel: someone just told me what smearing is and honestly I kinda wanna die *fix you by coldplay starts playing* LMAO WTF

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Frank: you sad ass emo dog just be happy

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Percy: I Am OnE wiTh ThE oCeAn AnD HopEfuLLy aLL oF ThE hOt MerPeOpLe In iT

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Leo: *talking to literally nobody* hey guys!! gonna go get my top surgery! *shows up at claires*

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Reyna: I only wanna die sometimes and that's normal right

RIGHT

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Will: *playing guitar* haha look guys I'm fingering A minor *strums violently*

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Jason: screw men *eyes widen* I should start taking my own advice ngl

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Will: *listening to a playlist that Nico made him* ugh my emo ass boyfriend and his stupid music I hate him *proceeds to write his name over and over again in diary with hearts around it*

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Nico: what if I strangle someone with a pair of earbuds

Will: please don't

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Leo: *in demonic voice* LeAf *eats it*

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Nico: *pulls gay flag out of pocket* omg it's u

Will: *shuffles around in pocket, finds condom* ... it's u, vanilla flavoured

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Leo: my name's Leo

Percy: and I like jugs

Nico: I'm mentally ill

Leo: and I'm on drugs :D

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Jason: is there anything better than pussy

Piper: I thought you where gay

Jason:

Jason: my boyfriend's trans?

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Will: the temptation to fuck an emo boy rn is killing me

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Leo: the masculine urge to

Leo:

Leo: I forgor

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Will: that's good!

Nico: like me in bed

*silence*

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Leo: smash or pass Ryan Gosling

Nico: SMASH

Will: PASS

Solangelo: *glares at each other*

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Nico: omg stop with that song

Will: but

Will: but you can take me hot to go :(

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Annabeth: yeah

Percy: yeah

Annabeth: *in funny voice* yeah

Percy *hentai moan* yEEEAAAaaH

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Leo: *pointing at Nico* EEEEEEWWWW AN EMOOOOOO EWWW

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Jason: never ever look up what an eyesha erotica lyric means

Reyna:

Reyna: oh you poor soul *pats back*

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Nico: I can't breathe

Will: just

Will: breathe air

Nico: I breathe drugs

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Piper: I'm gonna go play basketball

Leo: haha play with my balls

Jason: already do

Leo: *chokes on air*

well that's all sorry for the torture, thanks to @localcosplaymushroom, @crowwolf8, @justagremlinoncaffeine, and @secret-mewtwo for all of the funny convos that went into this

[jesncin]

Okay, I'll bite, what are your feelings on the trans conner pitch?

Oh boy! Thank you for tossing me this bone because I have a lot of mixed feelings!

I notice that people online are very hot and cold about the Trans Superboy Pitch, they either love it or hate it and that doesn't leave a lot of room for nuance + discussion. So to be respectful to a fellow trans peer in the industry, I want to do a fair review/analysis of Skyrocket: the trans Conner Kent pitch by Magdalene Visaggio.

My general takeaway from the pitch is that I like the premise, but the details fumble the execution for me. I can really feel from reading the pitch that Visaggio cares about Superboy. She understands that he's a very weird legacy character who has struggled to find proper footing in the DC Universe after all these years. An effective legacy character is one who is able to spin off and expand upon the themes of the character whose mantle they carry. But the cheesy whatever-goes 90's-ness of Superboy's original run didn't give future writers a lot to work with in terms of a Superman Legacy Character.

It's why I genuinely believe the later retcon reveal that -part of Conner's DNA is from Lex Luthor- is a fantastic addition to his character. It takes a character who was just kind of screwing off to gentrify Hawaii back into the center of Superman's good vs evil conflict. But now Conner's problem is that his story is too tied to his origin and Superman's shadow. Placing Conner with the Kents in Smallville afterwards made him narratively redundant. What's next for him?

So let's dig into the pitch!

I like what's at the heart of this pitch. It's a very season-3-ATLA-Zuko "honor wasn't all it's cracked up to be" arc and I think that suits Conner's character really well! It's the details I have gripes with:

"Conner has been largely relegated to the Jason Todd of the Superfamily" oof, haha that's not a particularly fair characterization.

The constant comparing of Superman to Christian imagery. He's described as basically "Jesus goddamn Christ" in the pitch. The Tyrannical Kryptonians are named Saint, Shepherd and Savior. No surprise I don't like seeing a character who allegorically represented Jewish immigrants to be constantly compared to Christian imagery and deified.

It's inevitable with pitching to the company, but the pitch is bogged down by a lot of convoluted plot points. I get that it's necessary to pitch event tie-ins and universe hopping shenanigans, but it's a lot.

Leland feels like a plot device in this. I'm sure there were plans to flesh out the brotherly clone relationship between him and Conner so that he can feel like his own character, but from the summary he just kind of revolves around Conner the way the pitch describes Conner revolving around Superman. Oops!

Conner's relation to Luthor and Superman works as a story about legacy, bloodlines and the things parents pass down to their kids. It's best when handled thematically and not literally because it's easy to get into essentialist "good genes" vs "evil genes" near-eugenics talking points. Unfortunately this pitch has a lot of that vibe. Leland has more Lex genes so he's super smart. Conner and Leland are able to start a schism in the Future Tyrannical Kryptonian House by "proving their truer genetic link to the original Superman, unsullied by thousands of years of tinkering" thereby gaining allies. Not great!

The part where Conner wants to find "his own Metropolis" by moving to Dripping Springs, Texas. That's Jinny Hex's field of operations, so is it really his own space? I would've just given Conner a new town so he can better stand on his own and build out a unique cast system.

Okay let's talk about the trans stuff!

I get that it makes for an Iconic Visual Superhero Moment, but I really don't like the part where Conner steps through a magical crystal and pops out the other side as a trans woman. It robs her of having that discovery on her own. The pitch says "I believe that this is as natural a move as Iceman's coming out". And just?? Man, remember when Jean Grey read Iceman Bobby Drake's mind and robbed him of his agency by outing him through that invasion of privacy? For a pitch all about Conner's journey of defining herself, it weirdly robbed her of that moment.

The pitch does such a good job talking about how Conner feels like her whole life revolves around Superman and how pointless wanting to be Superman feels now that Jon Kent has taken the mantle. She has Clark's genes, goes to Clark's hometown school, is raised by Clark's parents and all that. So then why is she eventually named after the women in Clark's life? Constance "Connie" Lara Kent. Clark's Kryptonian mom and human grandma? Was the world so small that she could not name herself after anyone else or come up with a new name? Connie doesn't even get to name herself, her new name is one Martha Kent bestows her with. It's hypocritical, and doesn't have the same impact that Superman giving Superboy a Kryptonian name does.

Speaking of which, this right here is my biggest gripe. It's not in the pitch itself but?? Wait- why go on about how Conner deserves a name that's not given to her and then turn around and make Martha name her? Sure, Connie comes up with the superhero name "Skyrocket" herself but surely she also deserves to name herself considering the thesis the pitch built up about self discovery and agency right?

Also with all due respect, this is the whitest queer take on Conner's identity. I wish white trans people could understand that you can have multiple true names that reflect different parts of you.

When Clark gives Superboy the name "Kon-El" it matters that it's given. It ties so well to the idea of familial acceptance into a nearly-extinct culture. You wouldn't know how to reclaim that part of your identity when that culture's been wiped out, so of course it's an honor to be trusted with a name that preserves Krypton's culture. This is a common practice with diaspora reclaiming cultural names from closed cultures, they are gifted their names by someone more culturally connected. I think the pitch having Martha name Connie is trying to echo this, but it doesn't hit the same without that cultural context. It also undercuts the genuine joy Conner felt from finally having a name he truly identifies with. Conner was only ever referred to as Superboy before then. When Clark gives him the name Kon El, Conner cries out that Kon El is his "real name". It's one of his defining moments, and to have that be diminished by saying "It's still a name someone else gave him" is so disappointing.

Then there's the design.

This is gonna lean more into preference, but I'm not the biggest fan of this design! I get what it's going for but it has too much going on everywhere. It also doesn't have that proto-punk look original Conner had, so it ends up not feeling like him. It's too superhero, and not enough casual-wear-on-a-supersuit that Conner sports really well. I see how it fits in with the everyone-in-Superfam-is-wearing-jackets-era, but I also think those new designs don't look good either. Especially Supergirl's. I feel like Conner should be more punk post transition. No respectability beam for her!

Also the name Skyrocket? It's giving knock off-brand toy vibes to me I'm sorry D: People on twidder suggested Supernova and that sounds way better! Even Visaggio stated she prefers that name so you can't be mad at me for this.

Overall big conclusion feelings!

I've been following Visaggio's work for a while because it's awesome seeing trans people getting picked up in comics. While there are some things about her writing I like, for the most part I've felt like her work isn't my cup of tea. I tried reading up a bunch of interviews she's in to try to understand why her writing wasn't clicking with me, and what I discovered is that we have fundamentally different approaches to queer storytelling.

From Paste Magazine. I get where she's coming from, trans characters deserve to have multi-faceted narratives that don't overly center how they're othered at the expense of further characterization. But also? I just actually find the interior lives of queer people and identity interesting. I like writing the kind of escapism and joy that's informed by surviving and inheriting hardships rather than erasing those things or skipping past it. I think this is why Connie is robbed of her trans discovery in the pitch. Why we don't get to watch her grapple with gender identity in a political way. Queer stories about queer struggles are considered archaic and unnecessary nowadays. It's part of the escapism Visaggio values in her work; to give a place of respite for trans readers from the cruelty they experience in reality, but I don't connect to stories like that personally. Whenever I try to share queer Indonesian art and writing with my peers, I'm often told it's too painful to look at. That our pain doesn't fit the modern expectation for happy, empowering queer stories. "trans people get enough hardships in real life, they don't need that in their fiction" Visaggio still talks about her newest projects like this btw.

I'd love to see a take on Conner that more holistically continues the political immigrant themes of Superman. The white parts of fandom love interpreting Conner's identity crisis as primarily a queer struggle, but it's also one of a person grappling with his mixed heritage. He's a diaspora kid separated by a generation away from Krypton. He has yet to make peace with the Luthor side of his identity, one borne of generational trauma and resentment for one's roots. Instead of a take where his queerness separates him from the pressures of legacy, I want to see a Conner take that has themes that are intersectional about his mixed diaspora and queer identity. I want his superficial punk aesthetic to graduate into actual punk ideals. The anti-establishment and radical love philosophies of punk culture would make such a cool extension of Superman themes and it would make so much sense that someone facing so many intersections of marginalization would be radicalized from their experience. I want a queer Conner who isn't just empowering and idealistic, I want one that also gives space for queer readers to feel like their pain is seen too. Conner isn't "Truth, Justice and the American Way" he's famously "Truth, Justice, My Way".

There's a tendency in media criticism to treat marginalized talent as infallible, and I don't think that fair to creatives like Visaggio. Being able to look at their ideas with nuance instead of essentializing it as being Good or Trash is the best way to respect diverse creativity. And my nuanced feelings are that a white queer person who looks at Conner's story and just sees the queer part and dismisses the diaspora mixed heritage side of him,,, is not going to give me the Conner story I want to see.

[beatrixst0nehill]

"Well.... looks like I screwed up a bit. Yeah, I'm sorry I haven't posted in over a year, I know you were all super excited to see my journey in college and found my transition very inspiring! I wanted to make more trans girl thirst trap content, too of course..... But I made the mistake of going to university in Utah! Oops. First mistake, I didn't pack any of my medicine. I know, college trans girls' like number one accidental detrans mistake. But my mom always prepared my medicine so I never even thought twice after I got out to college and all my other routines were new, so I didn't notice! At first....

A month goes by and my cock is suddenly three inches longer and I get frequent, almost painful erections that I need to run off and deal with. I was actually doing what all these bat-shit insane grifters said we trans girls do, which was going into the girls' room to jerk off. Ughhh it was so embarrassing. Thank God the other girls understood when they heard me do it. But soon my voice started to crack and I got stubble. My roommate told me it looks like I'm detransing. I panicked and went to the student resource center to request my new meds.

They sat me down and told me hrt is banned in Utah for anyone under 25! I was totally floored. I asked if they could make an exception and they wrote me a script for testosterone, dick growth pills, and muscle building supplements. I told them there was no way I would take them, even though I was kinda intrigued, and my cock got hard when I read the scripts..... The doctor said I'd be dropped from the college insurance plan if I defied medical ordinance. Soooo long story short: I got detransed by my college. It actually hasn't been too bad. I've gotten like half my sorority pregnant, so that's fun. And they love to worship my cock now that it's over a foot long and as thick as my wrists used to be as a 'girl'.

My breasts completely deflated and shrank after a couple months on T and working out. I still wear cute tops but they're basically not even A-Cups or B-Cups. They're just pecks. My big, puffy, suckable nipples shrank back to a set of guys' nipples, showing what a silly illusion my big fat titties always were.... I'd say I'm getting them removed but they're already gone, honestly. A lot of my bone structure changed, but I'm still kinda pretty if I wear makeup and remember to shave. Not that I ever looked quite like a girl! As my family used to love reminding me as they encouraged my to attend college in Utah, that I don't really pass well and just look like a boy with boobs. I 100% agree and my doctor used to say the same thing before I moved here, that he doesn't think I look much like a girl at all! The doctor at the student resource center chuckled when I told him I was a trans girl and said he never would've guessed that I was supposed to be a girl!

Everyone's been so supportive since I started getting detransed by my college, almost nobody calls me she/her or tries to pretend I'm a girl, especially now that I sound like a boy, instead of just looking like one! My family is ecstatic that I'm getting detransed and couldn't be more thrilled. I still dress fem and allegedly I'm only allowed at the sorority because the college is loving how pregnant I'm keeping the girls there. But it looks like my days as a fakegirl are numbered! What should I do? Be a sissy femboy or just embrace being a guy? Grow out my beard? Keep bulking up? No more makeup, maybe I should even cut my hair finally. Thanks to my amazing family for encouraging me to come here, especially my awesome mom who 'forgot' to mention my meds, who got this awesome dentrans journey underway! Love you all, hopefully more fakegirls get sent here, spread the word! It'd be nice to watch more confused boys with fat breasts get injected with T and forced to get super muscular! ❤️"

[wrathofrats]

Hi, hello, it's me again! How are you? I have a rather odd request (at least from my perspective) that I don't actually see much of.

Trans ftm Dew x Swiss? Pretty please? I haven't seen much of it, at least with Swiss that is

-🌟

Hi hi! Sorry it’s been a while, but I’ve saved this for mushy may!

I’m doing well my icon. Not an odd request at all! (But I do love and encourage odd) and obv we love trans ghouls over here

Day 8- sex turning into making love - Swissdew

As always thank you to @forlorn-crows for the prompts and @ghuleh-recs for the banner (:

Warnings for a small amount of degro. This is smut. But obv Swiss is super sweet at the end ok I promise it turns into fluff

There were certain things about Swiss that dew tended to crave.

A sick need for a harsh and loving hand, to be made to feel small, lesser. To be put out of his own head and taken care of when he felt especially out of control of himself. Dew liked to fight for it, so he himself didn’t have to admit he needed help. And Swiss always knew exactly what he needed. He was always there to force him into submission when dew couldn’t disassemble that roadblock himself.

“Maybe if you didn’t whine like a bitch droplet I wouldn’t have to treat you like one” Swiss laughed, watching as dew squirmed when Swiss ran two fingers along his folds. The slightest touch to his clit made him clench and screw his eyes shut, sensitive and already abused.

It’s how Swiss always got him before allowing dew the privilege of being actually fucked. Writhing, begging to be full but shying away from any contact because it was always borderline too much. Dew loved it, needed to be forced out of his head and put at Swiss’ mercy in order to genuinely stop thinking for an hour or two.

“Think you’ve earned it yet?” Swiss coos, sucking on dews release that threatened to drip down his fingers. “Are you dumb enough to get my cock yet baby boy?”

“Please-“ dew moaned, strangled and barely coherent.

Swiss can’t deny him like this. Hes pretty, spread out and desperate. Small tears cling to his lashes and threaten to fall down his face as he digs his fists into the bed sheets when Swiss finally pushes in.

There’s always a strange sense of pride that wells in Swiss’ chest when he has dew in his bed. He’s more than glad dew trusts him enough to let go of his own ego and inhibitions to allow Swiss to be in control. He deserves to be taken care of, even if dew usually insisted he enjoyed being somewhat of a loner when it came to needing anything.

“God you’re beautiful like this dew” Swiss mumbles when he bottoms out before he can think twice about it. His tone is calm, loving, a gentleness that isn’t expected and leaves dew feeling dizzier than he already was.

“What?”

“You’re just -“ Swiss starts, staring down at dew with what can only be described as infatuation.

The harsh grip on dews hips soften, thumbs soothing over the more than likely bruised skin. His hands more than engulf his waist, just slightly kneading into where they hold him.

“I love you, you know that?” Swiss pulls out, watching as dew gasps and throws a palm over his mouth to stifle his whine. He leans over to kiss dew on the chest, trailing up along his neck. Dews thighs are pushed up against his abdomen, practically bending him in half as Swiss starts to fuck him in earnest.

“Kiss me- Swiss please need your lips” dew whimpers as his hands tangle in Swiss’ locs for some sense of grounding. Swiss happily obliges, capturing dews mouth with his own.

Their lips slot together perfectly, dew tasting of smoke and spice as he always does. Something about the neediness in how sloppy dew forces his mouth onto Swiss’ makes his stomach do flips, a sweet tinge of desperation in his panting breaths when they have to pull apart.

Swiss fucks him slow, hitting him deep but showing dew a gentle courtesy he knows he doesn’t get extremely often.

“Faster” dew cries, Swiss can feel a gush of slick around his cock when dew clenches down.

“Wanna take my time with you droplet, let me savor having you like this”

[steddieunderdogfics]

two recs by author vivisea for trans theme weekend!

recompartmentalization (trans omegaverse): https://archiveofourown.org/works/53767090

a little less blind (friends to lovers + fake dating): https://archiveofourown.org/works/52848817

recompartmentalization by vivisea

Rating: Explicit

27,601 words, 1/1 chapters

Archive Warning: No Warnings

Tags: Omega Verse, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Trans Steve Harrington, Omega Steve Harrington, Alpha Steve Harrington, EMT Steve Harrington, Alpha Eddie Munson, Mechanic Eddie Munson, Platonic Soulmates Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington, Alpha/Omega, Alpha/Alpha, Intersex Omegas, Canon Compliant, Post-Stranger Things 4 Vol. 2, Everybody Lives, Roommates, Friends With Benefits, Mutual Pining, Embedded Images, Nesting, Scenting, Play Fighting, Dry Humping, Making Out, Explicit , Sexual Content, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Bottom Eddie Munson, Top Steve Harrington, studding, First Time, Anal Sex, Biting, Blood, Unsafe Sex, Cuddling & Snuggling, Hand Jobs, Praise Kink, Anal Fingering, Cock Warming(kinda), Consensual Somnophilia, Riding, Knotting, Misunderstandings, Love Confessions, Getting Together, Blow Jobs, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Idiots in Love, Bonding(mentioned) - Freeform

Summary:

Steve knows he's not an omega, but he'll need a little help if he wants to present as an alpha. Is it the smartest idea to ask his roommate—Eddie, the guy he's half in love with—to help with that? No, probably not. Yet here he is. Hey Eddie, so you know how I’m an omega? Well, I’m actually not; I’m an alpha, but I need to spend my heat screwing someone to kickstart my physical transition. Would it be cool if we spent a weekend fucking nonstop? Cool, man, thanks, good talk. How could it possibly go wrong?

a little less blind by vivisea

Rating: Explicit

19,554 words, 1/1 chapters

Archive Warning: No Warnings

Tags: Platonic Soulmates Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington, Post-Season/Series 04, Everybody Lives, Trans Eddie Munson, Trans Male Eddie Munson, Internalized Transphobia, Bisexual Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Has a Crush on Eddie Munson, Minor Eddie Munson/Original Character(s)Fake/Pretend Relationship, Misunderstandings, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Eddie Munson Wears a Skirt, Alcohol, Recreational Drug Use, Smoking,, Dry Humping, Making Out, Getting Together, Friends to Lovers, Explicit Sexual Content, Dom/sub Undertones, Dom Eddie Munson, Soft Dom Eddie Munson, Sub Steve Harrington, Subspace, Praise Kink, Biting, Under-negotiated Kink, Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering, Hand Jobs, Frottage, Unsafe Sex, Wet & Messy, Idiots in Love, Car Sex, Jealousy, Light Angst, Happy Ending

Summary:

The facts, such as they are: Steve likes Eddie as more than a friend. Eddie likes Jesse. Jesse (the idiot) has not made any moves on Eddie. Eddie has asked Steve to help make Jesse jealous in hopes of spurring him to action. Said help involves pretending to date. Steve is losing his fucking mind. OR A Steddie fake dating AU.

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[genderkoolaid]

okay i just read an INCREDIBLE apocalyptic/supernatural/religious horror novel with a trans gay male protagonist and incredible portrayals of religious trauma, body horror, and reclamation of your identity being seen as like, screwed up and disgusting. i know this isn’t the kind of thing you usually post about but it’s such a good damn book i had to recommend it. it’s called Hell Followed With Us by andrew joseph white. it made me sob at so many parts and it depicts found family queerness so well and has a canon autistic character and AUUUUHHHHHH it’s so good. if anyone wants to read it there’s a copy up on OceanOfPdf !!

That sounds awesome!!!

Here's the description from the author's website:

Sixteen-year-old trans boy Benji is on the run from the cult that raised him—the fundamentalist sect that unleashed Armageddon and decimated the world’s population. Desperately, he searches for a place where the cult can’t get their hands on him, or more importantly, on the bioweapon they infected him with. But when cornered by monsters born from the destruction, Benji is rescued by a group of teens from the local Acheson LGBTQ+ Center, affectionately known as the ALC. The ALC’s leader, Nick, is gorgeous, autistic, and a deadly shot, and he knows Benji’s darkest secret: the cult’s bioweapon is mutating him into a monster deadly enough to wipe humanity from the earth once and for all. Still, Nick offers Benji shelter among his ragtag group of queer teens, as long as Benji can control the monster and use its power to defend the ALC. Eager to belong, Benji accepts Nick’s terms…until he discovers the ALC’s mysterious leader has a hidden agenda, and more than a few secrets of his own.

Also look at this gorgeous cover:

[ally1uvsu]

Someday I’ll get it. | Choi Su-bong (Thanos) x Nam-gyu

⨉⠀⠀─⠀⠀Series .⠀›⠀Trans Namgyu Week 2025⠀‎ꪆৎ day 4; pregnancy — Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3

·⠀warnings info⠀· NSFW — . wc; ?k

summary; It was something Nam-gyu didn’t understand- he didn’t get why this was happening to him. He already felt super conscious over his body and gender and now.. this? It had been a long time since the games ended, and Nam-gyu only slept with one single person inside that hellhole. A certain purple haired man he hadn’t seen ever since the police found the so called mysterious island.

info; Trans pregnancy, anxiety, set as NSFW because mentions of drugs, thoughts about abortion, anxiety, and etc. Reuniting, crying, initial angst, happy ending yay!!, they get kicked outta the library lmfao, fighting, Nam-gyu fighting someone while pregnant.. they’re both soft as hell in here, anxious Nam-gyu, this is like tooth rotting fluff near the end so yay

notes; NGL I WAS REAL HESITANT WRITING THIS CUZ IDK WHAT Y’ALL’S OPINION WOULD BE!… but in req of one of my friends and a huge amount of begging, here I am to post it… ALSO SO SORRY FOR THE BURNT OUT PHASE AAAAAA 😭😭😭 I’ll post the rest of the week soon I promise pls

Nam-gyu's life felt like a perfect heaven ever since leaving the games, despite for some factors. Losing contact with someone he held dear up until now, Thanos. But even as it made him sad and upset, Nam-gyu didn't let it drag him down.

Life went smoother ever since he got a good amount of money for surviving the games when that island was found, all the alive players were recompensed and escorted back safely, but during the hassle of people, Nam-gyu lost Thanos and never really saw him again.

He quit his joh as a club promoter, rather sticking to something he'd actually like to do rather than staying up most of the nights up, he opened a bookstore nearby the house he lived. It wasn't the most crowded but it became a comfortable ambient. And with the money he still had, he managed to live pretty comfortably.

But not all happiness could last forever, could it?

A month later or so after the games ended, he began getting sick. It was weird, Nam-gyu had a strong immune system and had a good diet, so he didn't understand why he was sick.

Assuming it was just a cold, he went on for the first couple of weeks throwing up and just feeling like his hormones were all over the place. 

The last thread for him was when he missed his period. He had a hundred things running through his mind but none of that indicated the source of the problem.

Now, sitting down in the mattress of a hospital room after a few exams, Nam-gyu was waiting for his results. Sure, he could treat whatever he had with money, but what if it was something that couldn't be cured? Hell, he'd be screwed. Not because of the money but because he considered himself a pretty active person.

His thoughts were brought back to reality as he heard the door softly clicking open and a few footsteps walking inside the room, causing him to lift his head up to meet the warm eyes of a nurse. She looked.. oddly cheerful, so maybe Nam-gyu wasn't sick? Or.. something else? She looked a bit too happy for his own liking.

"Mr.Roh?" She called out gently, making his stomach churn with unease. But nevertheless, he gave her a brief nod. "Yeah, yeah that's me." His heart was beating so fast- he swore he could feel it all the way up in his throat. Swallowing hard. The seconds seemed to go by so slowly, and then finally, she spoke up. "Congrats, Mr. Roh Nam-gyu. It seems like you're going to be a father." 

A what.

Nam-gyu froze, his heart that was once thumping so loudly in his ears seemed to stop all of a sudden.

A baby? Being a father as in.. he's pregnant?

He swore he could throw up all over again, he wanted to scream but also cry in the same moment- but nothing came out of him. He sat there, frozen, staring at the nurse who was once  ecstatic but now was eyeing him worriedly.

"Mr.Roh? Are you okay?" She asked tentatively, walking towards him gently and setting the clipboard aside, holding his arms in her hands. As if on clue, Nam-gyu snapped back to reality. Nodding and forcing out a smile. "Yeah, yeah. That's uh, wonderful news." The man said, swallowing every urge to let out everything he felt in the moment. "I'll get going now."

Nam-gyu then grabbed whatever papers he needed to take, plus the sonography. "Mr.Roh, wait—"

But Nam-gyu was already fast walking out of the door, running, even. He stopped by his car, head a mess. Who the fuck was the father then?

Getting inside the car, Nam-gyu buckled himself in and turned the gear on, resting his hands firmly on the steering wheel.

"Pregnant." He uttered, the words ringing inside his head. Nam-gyu tried to recall who could he have possibly slept with, he has been careful ever since leaving the games and..

Oh shit, of course! The fucking games.

Thanos, he remembered having sex with him during lights out without even thinking about protection, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Nam-gyu had a whole fucking kid inside of him and the father of the baby was nowhere to be found, at least by Nam-gyu. Thanos had a kid and he didn't even know that he was going to be a father.

He could abort it, right?

He bit his lip, for some stupid fucking reason, Nam-gyu couldn't bring himself to fully accept it. He wasn't sure why, really. But he just couldn't fully accept ‘killing’ this.. thing inside of him.

A frustrated groan left his lips, banging his head against the steering wheel and causing it to accidentally honk. He immediately looked up to see some startled pedestrian giving him the nasty look, and Nam-gyu just did it back.

He sighed, thinking about it out in the streets wouldn't do it. So instead, he just began driving back towards his house, maybe he'd think it out better over there.

The drive felt longer than it usually did, maybe it was because of the mess going through his head. He couldn't exactly record getting to his bedroom, but here he was, changing into pajamas and staring at himself in the mirror, a tentative finger poking his belly.

He cringed at it, pregnant. What the hell would he do? Sure, he had the money, but he didn't have people around, family, friends, hell he basically had no one. Money wasn't a problem, it wouldn't be but.. there was also dysphoria, the fact that Thanos wasn't here. Thanos didn't know he was going to have a kid, fuck this kid wouldn't have another parent.

It was around one in the afternoon, but Nam-gyu felt utterly drained. He just.. got under the blankets, staring blandly at the wall. He gripped the sheets, not sure how to feel about it. He felt mad, angry, sad, he just didn't get it.

Despite the fact he stayed in bed for the rest of the whole day, Nam-gyu didn't get a wink of sleep. Even if he knew that sleeping would do good for his thoughts, it wasn't that easy when your mind was having a huhdred thoughts to think under an hour.

Maybe he could take a walk, hell, if he was in any condition to he'd probably go to a club and get high.

And then it hit him, right! A club, if there was any place Thanos would be, it'd be a stupid club. More specifically the club he used to work at.

Getting out of the warm comfort of the bedsheets, Nam-gyu tiredly changed into something somewhat more proper for getting out, not overdoing it. This time, he had decided not to drive, maybe taking a walk would do him some good.

The breeze felt soft outside, caressing his hair. The faint smell of something he couldn't quite explain brought him a sense of nostalgia for no reason, and his chest felt like it was being squeezed with every step.

He wasn't sure why he was reacting like this, maybe he was just overwhelmed? A whole baby growing inside of you.. already nearly three months old wasn't something to take lightly.

He wasn't sure if Thanos actually would be there, but not going was better than nothing, right? 

He eyed people all around, some were laughing, some were together walking in silence. So many people could be going through this but no, the universe chose him.

Quickening his step, Nam-gyu followed the all too familiar pathway towards the Pentagon club, a shuddering sigh leaving his lips when he spotted it not too far from him.

It felt weird to be back after such a long time, for some reason, his stomach churned with anxiety. It was still a tad early, so he gave the bouncer his ID and paid for whatever he had to pay for, also allowing a wristband to be put around it.

His eyes scanned the people who were already inside, biting his lip as he moved to get through the crowding space. And then, finally, he spotted Thanos sitting there, drinking.

All of a sudden, the feeling that Thanks should know about this kid completely fucking vanished. It was as if his feet were rooted to the spot just by the familiar sight of that purple hair— what was he thinking? It had been months ever since they saw each other, why would Thanos want anything to do with him?

His gaze practically burned the back of Thanos' head, and yet, Nam-gyu couldn't look away, hell he could barely move.

So, rather than just standing there when he finally came back to it, he decided to maybe just drop it. Turning around quickly, Nam-gyu rushed out of there as quickly as he possibly could, not looking back.

With his breath ragged, Nam-gyu barely looked at whatever was going on in front of him, by accident, bumping into someone and causing them to spill their drink. "Man, are you fucking kidding me?! What is wrong with you?!" The guy asked, and Nam-gyu snapped out of it, scrunching his nose in disgust at the smell of the strong drink.

Normally, he'd be used to these kind of smells, but maybe things really do change when you're pregnant. A snort left his lips without him really being able to stop it. "Bitch, who do you think you are to talk to me like that?" Well, maybe his hormones did make it a bit harder to control his temper.

Maybe it was because of how used he was to fighting people, but Nam-gyu completely forgot that things like this could harm the baby. Instead, just focusing on the moment. "You fucking spilled my drink and you expect me to not be pissed?!" The guy yelled through the loud booming music, and hell if it didn't piss Nam-gyu off.

In matter of seconds they were onto each other, kicking, throwing punches, and by that point the people around began forming a circle just to watch what was going on. Some were recording, others were just egging them both on.

Nam-gyu ended up with a split lip and a bleeding nose, but he still had the advantage. Swapping their positions until he was on top of the man, his knuckles making contact with his face fiercely and unwavering, it felt strangely good.

It felt so fucking good to let everything he has been feeling out, so good to finally express his emotions through fights— he would have kept it up longer, in his opinion. But the second he heard a very familiar "Nam-su!" He immediately stopped.

He let go of the shirt he was holding, a fistful in his hands as the guy collapsed back with a bloody face. Nam-gyu cursed himself mentally, of course a fight would bring this idiot's attention considering how chaotic he is.

"My boy Nam-su! Is that you?!" Thanos said cheerfully, but before the other man even managed to do anything, Nam-gyu began running away from the scene.

That of course confused Thanos, did Nam-gyu not want to be his friend anymore? Did the money make him forget about their moments together?

It had been so long.. so after a few seconds of thinking, Thanos decided to take the shot of running after Nam-gyu.

Running out of the club without thinking twice, Thanos looked to both sides to where Nam-gyu could possibly have gone to, a heavy sigh leaving his lips as he began asking a few people passing by.

"Have you seen a man a bit shorter than me? With a bob and running as fast as he can?" Was what he asked around five people when he managed to catch their attention. Without much luck, Thanos sighed, running a hand through his hair. Did Nam-gyu forget about him or he just didn't want to talk to him?

And yet, as he was about to give up, he felt a hand tap his shoulder, meeting the face of a young woman. "Hi.. I think the person you're looking for went in there."

Thanos nodded, a smile suddenly sprouting in his face as he thanked her, immediately rushing inside what looked like a library. Smart idea, libraries were normally big.

He stepped into the library and took a look around before he actually began walking around, he guessed he might just be unlucky considering he couldn't spot Nam-gyu's familiar face anywhere.

Maybe he might as well leave the other alone if he really had been avoiding him like the plague? It was as if nothing ever happened between them.. and it kind of stung.

And then, by that point he just decided to take a walk through sections, chrck out a few books. Thanos wasn't really one for books, so maybe this could be somewhat of a new experience.

And just like that, he began plucking a few books from a couple of shelves. Carding through the pages and reading the story summary. On a specific book he pulled, though, he was met with all too familiar eyes across that bookshelf.

"My boy! Nam-su! It's really you?!" Well, wasn't that great. Maybe the universe just really wanted them to meet up again, didn't it?

Nam-gyu didn't really have somewhere to run, so he just stood there with his stomach churning as he heard Thanos' quick footsteps padding against the floor towards him, shit. "Nam-su, my boy!" Thanos said as he threw his arms around Nam-gyu before pulling back to hold him by the shoulders. "I missed you so much, bro! How have you been?" He said with a bright smile. 

Normally, Nam-gyu loved that smile but this was a whole different occasion.. he swallowed hard, not replying. "Why have you been avoiding me? Do you not wanna be seen with me anymore? Shit, do you not like me because of the drugs anymore? Is it because I don't give them to you anymore or have the—"

Nam-gyu felt his head throb, his throat tightening as he remembered why he hasn't been talking to Thanos and avoiding him. Maybe it was how his hormones were all over the place but he really, really felt like crying. And when Thanos mentioned not wanting to be seen with him anymore and all the drugs they'd take inside that place— it just broke.

He felt those tears come up his throat, choking him alive as he tried to speak. Even as he did, his voice was cracking as if he was about to have a whole breakdown. "I—" he choked out, feeling something warm and wet slide down his cheek, biting his lip, he ducked his head down with a deep breath. "I'm pregnant." He finally managed out, feeling half of the weight come off his shoulders.

Thanos in the other hand, stood frozen. He stared at Nam-gyu and then he looked mad— for a second Nam-gyu would think Thanos was going to lash out. "Wait, you're pregnant? Why you cryin'? Did the asshole abandon you or something? You can abort it, right?" Thanos said with a angry gleam in his eye, it was the first time Nam-gyu saw him like that. "I swear if I see him around—"

"Thanos, it's yours." And Thanos' world fell, Nam-gyu was pregnant and.. it was his? He stopped speaking, mouth agape as he stared at Nam-gyu's tear streaked face. "Holy shit." He said, unsure of whether to laugh or cry. "I'm a dad?"

Nam-gyu nodded, sniffling. Okay, Thanos didn't take it that hardly. "Wait, if you're keeping it— I'm a dad?" He said again, nearly not believing the sheer insanity of it all. 

Nam-gyu nodded, letting out a relieved chuckle. His chest wasn't as heavy, even if he was crying, it wasn't out of anxiety or fear anymore. "I'm keeping it, yeah." He nodded, and Thanos let out a loud cheer, catching the attention of some people.. and the librarian. "Hey, keep the noise down. You're in a library." She scolded sternly.

"Can't you see we're having a moment here?" Thanos said, a tad annoyed the moment got interrupted. "Well, then you can both enjoy your moment outside."

They did get kicked out in the end, after all. But even then, he was practically beaming. Once they got outside and walked towards an empty park, both too lazy to walk towards their houses, they sat down.

Well, at least Nam-gyu did. Thanos was right on his knees in front of him, which confused Nam-gyu, because why wouldn't he sit down next to him?

But then, Thanos pushed his thighs apart and leaned his ear into his belly, even though it was barely really prominent, he insisted on doing it. The moment felt rather peaceful, quiet and silent until Nam-gyu spoke up. "I thought you'd be upset, that's why I avoided you." And Thanos scoffed, shaking his head. "I wasn't lying when I said I loved you back in the games, Nam-gyu." And Nam-gyu swore his heart skipped a beat.

"You're such a sap."

"You love me, though." Thanos gave Nam-gyu that stupid smirk of his, but nevertheless, Nam-gyu nodded. "Yeah, yes I do." He paused, a sigh of relief leaving his lips. "And so does this kid, I guess."

Maybe this was something Nam-gyu wouldn't get now, why it happened and why him, but maybe.. someday he would get it. He wasn't alone with this baby anymore now, and that was enough for the moment.

Everything else could simply be figured out later.

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IM POSTING THIS AND RUNNING AWAY 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

[blossomthepinkbunny]

Poor rendition of queer characters in HH and HB

Here I am again talking about queer representation in Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss, this time just more generally. Because it's always a little weird to me when people claim HH/HB to have good queer representation, when in actuality most of the queer characters are either just blatant stereotypes or get mishandled somehow. And with Helluva Boss recently winning the Queertys - Web series reward I think that this is probably a pretty good time to acknowledge that kind of stuff (as people have done before).

TW: Sexual assault, R@pe (when referring to the actions of characters)

Blitzø (Pansexual): is very sexual and seen on screen multiple times either having sex or just having had sex. Pretty much fits the general stereotype of queer men always being sexual and also the stereotype of pansexuals just sleeping with everybody. Like, he literally screwed the mutual Ex of his coworkers even though he knew how much that guy hurt them.

Stolas (Gay): also mostly sexual (from how he was introduced) and he is in a pretty terrible "relationship" with Blitzø, which includes coercion, SA, Power dynamics and fetishization. Another very sex-driven queer man. Also just great proof for the people assuming that queer relationships are inherently predatory, unhealthy and never work out.

Moxxie (Bisexual): is often forced into a very feminine role because even in relationships with women, queer men always have to be pointed out to be feminine and putting a guy in a dress is funny I guess.

Fizzarolli & Asmodeus (Queer): they're actually better than a lot of the other characters here but there is still some of that uneven power dynamic going on with them and there are obvious issues with their relationship. Overall they aren't too bad though. They didn't get that much sexual focus and what they got is kinda warranted since Ozzie is the Lust demon. But there is that one scene with Fizz stepping out of his car with Dildo confetti canons (I think) and that was sorta weird, since in an episode before that they presented Crimson as being homophobic and stereotypical for assuming queer men are all obsessed with dicks. Which is just interesting because thats most of the queer men in Vivzepops stories.

Chaz (Queer): just a sexually abusive asshole because we definitely needed more predatory queer men in this show.

Sally May (Trans mtf): basically the single recognized trans character in both shows and she only had one line. After that they made fan merch for her which consisted of her in a bikini with her bulge being drawn pretty visibly (multiple times). Of course there's nothing wrong with Trans people who don't have surgery but it's just a tiny bit weird to me that fanservice merchandise is what she got reduced to, when something like that wasn't even the joke of the only line she had in the show and because she hasn't recieved any kind of focus after that.

Angel Dust (Gay): now there is a lot of stuff that could be said about Angel. On one hand he is another very sexual gay man whose screentime often just consists of sex jokes and references. On the other hand that's a big point for his character. How he tries to act confident in his sexuality when in reality it's the main source of his problems. Though he does often harass other men in the show and that's just so unnecessary. Talking about Angel mostly leads into discussing if he is good representation for SA victims or not, which is something I don't want to talk about that much because I feel like it's not my place to judge that as someone who never has experienced SA. I'm gonna say that I do find Viv's treatment of him outside of the show insensitive (with the pro-shipping, diminishing Valentino as an Abuser and general sexualization of the characters) but as far as the portrayal of him in the show goes I've heard different opinions and you should read the discussion's of actual r@pe survivors about this topic if you want to know about more about it.

Husk (Queer): I don't have anything to say about Husk. He is a very refreshing queer man in these show's and there is nothing bad about him I could think of right now.

Valentino (Queer): for him I mostly want to talk about how he is treated outside of the show which doesn't sit right with me. He is a villian in HH so it's understandable that he is gonna do effed up stuff. I also like that the show tries to make a point about how men get sexually assaulted too (wether they succeeded in that inside the show I'm not gonna judge too hard like I said). But there are a lot of people who not only sexualize him, but also his actions and his relationship to Angel and from what I know Viv never really spoke out against that. She actually interacts with people who do that stuff and I it's just kinda gross.

Vox (Queer): I also don't have a lot to say about him. He and Val are a couple so he is dating a r@pist but he is also a villain so you can't really expect more from him. Especially since he would still be interacting with a r@pist even if they weren't dating.

Alastor (Aromantic, Asexual): is obviously not interested in relationships or sex but his identity is pretty much ignored by a huge amount of the fandom. Vivzepop never say's anything about people blatantly invalidating him like that. It seems to me like she doesn't care about characters who can't be involved in shipping but still wanted to have more diversity in her show so she just called him AroAce. In Hazbin Hotel he isn't bad representation though. His sexuality is never the focus but thats fine, it's mostly just the treatment he gets outside of HH which I don't like.

Charlie (Bisexual): doesn't have a lot to her sexuality. This is something I talked about pretty lengthy in my other post, specifically about the lack of Sapphic content in both shows, so I won't go into too much detail here. Her relationship with Vaggie would probably be the best in both shows if it wasn't for the fact that they both never get the real spotlight as a couple. And there is that thing in Vivzepops stories where the women are pretty much sexless without men and that's obviously something that is generally an issue when talking about the lack of Sapphic representation (which is also a topic heavily tied to sexism). Charlie's portrayal isn't necessarily stereotypical but that's just because there is nothing to her identity in the show.

Vaggie (Lesbian): like I said I already talked about the Chaggie relationship so now I wanna focus on something I didn't even mention in that post. Her name literally being Vagina and that's apparently funny because she is a Lesbian so she obviously likes Vagina. That's just incredibly stereotypical and also excludes Trans Lesbians and Asexual Lesbians who don't want sex. The whole joke was that Adam named her that because he is obsessed with sex and he's a jerk. But her name was always Vagina even in the pilot (from what I know Adam wasn't conceived then and neither was the idea that Vaggie even is a former exterminator).

That's all the queer characters I could think of. I hope I didn't miss any.

I thought about including Millie here too. But she was also already included in my other discussion post and I still don't know if she is canonically Bisexual of if that is just a headcannon so I didn't put her here.

I'm just gonna say that i don't have a problem with queer men being sexual (or any queer person in that regard). But it's pretty much every one of her queer male characters. This is especially bad when a lot of the relationships are toxic as well.

I just think too many characters fit stereotypes and to me that isn't good queer representation. If you like the depiction of queer characters in HH or HB that's good for you and you don't have to agree with me. But you also can't really deny a lot of this stuff and you can't expect others to just be fine with bland, hurtful and sometimes even toxic representation like there is in these shows.

[grahminradarin]

SPOP And Queer Joy Tw for transphobia, the Daily Wire, and getting kicked in the nuts

I was watching the most recent video from Some More News about a deeply stupid and bad and transphobic film from the daily wire called Ladyballers, and there was a scene they talked about where one of the main characters who was a guy that has been disguised as a woman for a couple weeks in order to win a woman's basketball tournament realizes he might actually be trans, and confesses this to the basketball coach who is his old friend and came up with the idea. The basketball coach then tells the trans character that she doesn't understand her own feelings and that the coach will help her figure it out. When she continues to insist that she's a trans woman, the coach kicks her in the nuts. And this made me realize the whole conservative mindset is based on an authority figure convincing people under them that they don't understand their own feelings and they don't know who they are, but the authority figure does. And the point of it all is to make someone never trust themselves or their own feelings ever.

And then I thought of the ending of She-Ra.

And I finally get why it felt so right and so triumphant and so different. Catra and Adora have been living with Shadow Weaver their whole lives, and Shadow Weaver has constantly been telling them who they're supposed to be, and it hurts both of them so much over the course of the series because Adora keeps trying to fit herself into that mold better (is helped in this endeavor by light hope) while catra is trying to break out of her mold to put herself in Adora's as the golden child

And then hoard Prime shows up as the ultimate example of an authority figure insisting that you don't understand yourself with the chips, which are literally a direct physical implementation of that idea!

And in what both of them think are their final moments alive, they kill the shadow Weaver in their heads, trust themselves to know who they are, and do what they've wanted to do the whole time. Catra stops trying to prove herself and admits that she cares and wants to just be enough without having to try. She stops caring about whether she's weak and says she loves someone. Adora stops trying to be the self-sacrificing hero and acknowledges that she can care about other people differently than just having to save them and she finally takes something she wants without worrying about the consequences.

They both say "screw authority, I know who I am and I'm going to let that out" because they both think they're about to die. And that one tiny moment of rebellion and understanding saves the entire goddamn universe. It terrifies Prime to the point that he can't even comprehend what's happened, and then it obliterates him and frees everyone he's ever hurt. It fixes everything

That one moment of queer Joy, even at the very end of the world, is all that it took.

[softhairedhotch]

i'm rewatching twd so here's a lil rick grimes smut to whoever's interested <33

it's set during 5x16 when rick wakes up in that room after michonne knocked him out n he has all those lil white plasters on his face <3

rick grimes x trans male reader

warnings/content: smut so 18+, rough sex mixed with some loving sex, first time together, vaginal sex, cum eating, kissing, all that good stuff :3

word count: 3.3k

also on ao3!

Glenn looked over at Rick. “Did you want this?”

“No,” Rick replied, shaking his head. “I hit my limit. I… I screwed up. And here we are.”

“What happened to you out there?”

“It just… took over. The anger.” He sighed, looking down at his hands. “I dunno. I felt like my mind was slippin’ again and I just felt… tense? Like nothing could get me out of that headspace. I dunno… I’m just sorry you guys had to see that.”

Unable to stop yourself, you snorted. Rick’s head snapped up, glaring at you, and you raised your arms in defense. “Sorry, man. Just sounds like you need to get laid, is all.”

All seriousness was sucked out of the room and Michonne and Glenn had to stifle their laughs, looking between each other in surprise.

Rick, however, stared you down with a tilt of his head. “What?”

“There’s plenty of people out there, Rick. Find someone to fuck and you’ll be golden.”

Glenn squeezed his eyes shut, struggling to conceal his laughter and he mumbled out, “I mean… he has a point?”

Michonne couldn’t hold back and she broke, letting out a loud laugh. “Sorry,” she waved her hands, “sorry. Wasn’t expecting that.”

“Jesus,” Rick whispered, running his hand over face. “I… If you’ll excuse me, I’m just gonna sleep some more.”

The three of you began to leave, saying your goodbyes filled with laughter, before Rick called your name. “Uh oh,” you grinned, “sounds like I’m in trouble.”

“Maybe next time you shouldn’t tell the Big Bad Leader to get laid,” Glenn joked, leaving with a laughing Michonne. “Good luck.”

Walking back into the room, you watched Rick get comfortable on his back. He placed his arm underneath his head with a groan, shuffling around so much so that his shirt rode up and revealed his bruised abdomen. “What’s up, Officer?” You asked as you made your way to the chair in the corner of the room, taking a seat and resting your elbows on your knees.

He huffed out a laugh, looking at you with curiosity. “Did you mean what you said?”

“Hm?”

“About me needin’ to get laid?”

“Well, yeah?” His question confused you. “I just think you need to relieve some stress, is all.”

All he did was hum in response but there was a smirk growing on his face. He closed his eyes, dropping his head back against the pillows and relaxing deeper into the mattress, and all you could do was stare. For a moment you wondered if he had fallen asleep, your eyes stuck on the steady rise and fall of his chest, but his smirk only continued to grow until he was almost grinning. You furrowed your eyebrows, the gears in your head working overtime as you assessed the situation.

And then it hit you.

“Wait… what are you implying, Rick?”

The deep chuckle that left his lips made your stomach drop. “Not implyin’ anything.”

Your heart hammered in your chest. “Rick.”

He sat up, leaning his weight on his elbows, and smirked over at you, his eyes playful. “D’you want me to be implyin’ somethin’?” 

You stared at him and he stared back. His eyes lowered to your lips and then to your throat, his tongue sliding out to wet his lips when he looked even lower, eyes trailing down your chest and landing between your spread legs. The clothes you wore weren’t revealing in the slightest–dark cargo pants and a thin t-shirt–but the way he looked you over made you feel like you were naked.

“Rick?”

He lifted his bandaged hand, gesturing for you to come closer with two fingers. Taking a deep breath, you stood up and made your way to the side of the mattress, clenching your jaw when his hand came up to rest on your leg. “I want you.”

“Then have me.”

Rick was kneeling on the mattress and tugging you down to join him in seconds, his lips on your neck before you could react. He sucked and nibbled down from your jaw to your collarbone, one hand gripping the back of your head as the other lowered to your belt. “Take these off.” 

You wasted no time in unbuckling your belt and dropping your pants, struggling to kick them away as he bit down over your shoulder. Your pants got caught on your boots and you swayed, only staying upright when Rick caught you with a laugh.

“I said take them off, baby, not fall over.”

Your face flushed red as you sat next to him, untying your shoelaces and throwing off your boots as quickly as you could. His lips found their way back to your neck, marking up the other side as you finally rid yourself of your pants, and his hand slid over your inner thigh.

“They’re off,” you whispered, breathless. 

“Good boy.”

He grabbed at you, moving you so that you were back on your knees, facing the wall, and he was kneeling behind you. His hands trailed up your sides, pushing down so that you were arching your back and your ass was on show.

“Fuck,” Rick gasped, the palms of his hands trailing down to the back of your thighs. “You look better than I imagined.”

“Imagined?”

“Yeah, sweetheart. You think I haven’t imagined you like this before?” He cupped your ass, dipping his finger between your legs. “Fuck, you’re so wet already.”

You dropped your head down between your arms, closing your eyes as you let his hands wander over you. His thumb teasingly pushed against your entrance, making you gasp, before his index finger took its place and he slowly pushed it inside. You were tense, the intrusion something you hadn’t felt in a while, and he could tell, his other hand caressing over your thigh in an attempt to calm you.

“This okay?” He asked as his finger pushed all the way inside you. You nodded, pushing back against his finger as he slowly pulled it back. Rick huffed out a laugh. “Someone’s eager.”

“Just use me, Rick. Do whatever you want to me.”

The deep groan that left his throat was delicious. His hand tightened against your thigh to ground himself as a second finger teased at your entrance. “Trust me, baby, I will. Just gotta make sure you’re prepared.”

Rick’s second finger joined his first, deep as it could go, and you sighed heavily as he thrusted them in and out. He took it slow, the pace feeling like torture, and all you wanted to do was beg for more. His other hand smoothed over your skin, over the back of your thigh to the front and then to your stomach beneath your shirt, until it found its way to your hard cock. 

“Please,” you begged, “just fuck me.”

He groaned, deep and low, before pulling his hands from you and taking hold of your hips, pressing himself against you. There was the sound of movement behind you, a slight rustling as he discarded his shirt, before you heard a soft muffled moan followed by a pop. “God, you taste good,” he whispered, unbuckling his belt and pulling out his cock. Your legs shook in anticipation, the thought of him fucking you turning you on more than you ever thought possible. “I’m gonna fuck you so good, sweetheart. You ain’t gonna be able to walk for days.”

The head of his cock pressed against your entrance and even without looking back you could tell he was big. His hands were firm on your hips as he pushed in, slow and steady. It stung, his cock stretching you out more than you were used to, but you took it with confidence, allowing yourself to feel full. 

Eventually, he bottomed out, his cock as deep as it could go, and he remained still as he let you catch your breath. It took you a few moments before you managed to mumble out a soft, “Move, please.”

He pulled his hips back, his cock sliding out of you painfully slow until only the tip remained, and he smoothed his hands over your back once more before thrusting into you, setting a rough pace. It took you off guard, the fast pace making you moan louder than either of you expected. His bandaged hand took hold of your jaw, muffling the whines that fell from your lips, and he leaned down to run his tongue across your neck.

It was hot and wet and teasing as he dragged it up until it made contact with your ear. “Shit, you’re so tight,” he gasped out, nibbling at your earlobe. “Fuck. Get on your back.” You pushed off the mattress with shaky arms, landing on your back with a groan and he wasted no time in thrusting back inside you, hard and fast. “You look so fuckin’ good like this, baby.”

You wanted to say the same back; he looked absolutely stunning hovering over you, his chest broad and shoulders adorned with a beautiful handful of freckles, and the band-aids on his face accentuated his features beautifully. His eyes were dark and full of lust and his mouth was agape, his lips plump and pretty–it was almost too much.

Rick trailed kisses down your neck, sucking and biting as he went, before the fabric of your shirt stopped him from going any lower. His hands made their way to the hem of your shirt, tugging on it in an attempt to tell you to take it off. You clawed at your shirt, almost ripping it as you pulled it off over your head and threw it to the ground.

Almost immediately, his hips slowed at the sight of you. His eyes softened and his hands made their way to your chest, the tips of his fingers tracing over your scars. Anxiety bubbled deep in your gut and for a moment you feared he’d pull away in disgust, but that feeling was quickly thrown out of the window when he leaned down and brushed his soft lips across your scars. It was gentle, something that you weren’t expecting with the way things started, and it was intimate. You felt your stomach twist.

Once he kissed across from one side to the other, his cock deep inside of you, he moved up so that his face hovered over yours and he smiled down at you. “You really are beautiful. You know that, right?” His words took you by surprise and all you could do was nod without much thought. “Of course you do, how could you not?”

As if he hadn’t surprised you enough, his lips covered yours and he kissed you hesitantly. It took your brain a few moments to catch up but soon enough you were kissing him back with passion, sliding your lips against his in a kiss full of a surprising amount of emotion. His large hands cupped your face, almost as if he were cradling you, and your hands made their way to his hair, wrapping up in his curls and tugging gently. He let out a soft groan against your lips and you slipped your tongue into his mouth, sliding it across his with confidence. You felt him huff out a laugh into the kiss, pulling away momentarily to catch his breath before kissing you softer than you’d ever been kissed.

Your mind reeled at the change, at how he went from fucking you roughly to holding you gently and kissing you as if you meant the world to him, but all you could do was reciprocate. For a moment you forgot that his cock filled you to the brim, your body used to the stretch and your mind hazy, but then he pushed his body closer to yours and it felt like all your nerves were on fire.

He leaned back, his lips plumper than before as he struggled to catch his breath. “Fuck, I got distracted.”

“That’s you getting distracted?” You asked, panting. “God, please get distracted more often.”

His hands made their way back to your hips and his lips twisted up into a filthy smile that sent your heart rate skyrocketing. “Thought you wanted me to use you, sweetheart?”

Before you could answer, he pulled his hips back and slammed into you, setting yet another rough pace. This time, however, his lips found yours again and the two of you moaned against each other. One of your hands tugged at his hair as the other trailed down from his chest to his stomach, feeling all over his skin before inching its way back up until your fingers brushed gently over his nipple. He gasped into your mouth, pushing his chest against yours and letting his strong arms wrap around your shoulders, his face burying into your neck.

“I’m close,” he grunted, his voice thick. The noises that came from his mouth were heavenly, a mix of deep groans and delicious whimpers. “God, I’m so close.”

“Me too,” you managed to get out.

His hips stuttered and he pounded into you, trailing one hand down until it found its way back between your legs. You jumped as he brushed his finger over the tip of your cock and it was only a matter of seconds before your orgasm came crashing down over you. Your muscles tensed and the hand in Rick’s hair tugged so hard he lifted his head to watch as your body succumbed to the pleasure.

With two more deep thrusts, he was pulling out of you with a heavenly whine and cum was shooting onto your stomach. His lips were parted, pretty and pink and spilling soft moans, and his eyes were squeezed shut. You reached up to cup his face, pulling him closer and brushing your lips against his. He reciprocated the kiss, lazily running his tongue across your bottom lip. 

After a few moments of lazily making out, he pulled back and stared down at the mess he left over your stomach with a proud smile. “You look good like that.”

“What, covered in cum?”

“Covered in my cum.”

Your heart skipped a beat and you fought back a pathetic moan at his words. 

He dropped his hand down to your stomach, dipping his finger into the cum that warmed your skin, before scooping some of it up. He slid his hand higher up your chest, rubbing his cum-covered finger against your nipple. You gasped, arching your back at the feeling. He did that a few times, moving the cum over your body with a small smile.

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to play with your food, Grimes?”

His eyes flickered up to meet yours and they darkened ever so slightly, his lips twitching into a smirk. “Hm, you’re right,” he mumbled, lowering himself until his breath fanned over your chest. You gasped, not expecting him to take you seriously, and a moan fell from your open mouth as his closed over your left nipple. He sucked it into his mouth, allowing his tongue to lick up the cum that cooled over your sensitive skin. 

“Jesus,” you breathed out, the feel of his hot tongue moving over your chest enough to get you going again. “This wasn’t what I was expecting at all.”

“Really?” He whispered against your skin, moving over to take your right nipple between his lips.

You laughed through a whine. “What, you think this was all part of some big plan?”

“You’re the one that suggested I oughta get laid.”

“Yeah, and I was talking about someone like Jessie, not me.”

He chuckled against your skin, pressing one last kiss against your scars before leaning up to kiss you softly. You could taste his cum on his lips and it made you clench your legs together with a soft moan, your thighs clamping against his hips. “Hm, you like that?”

“Stop being cocky.”

Rick grinned down at you, his lips parting as if he had something more to say. Instead, he pressed his lips against your jaw, trailing them back down your chest and stomach until his breath was tickling your inner thigh. “What was that? You want me to stop?”

His lips hovered over your cock and you breathed out a deep sigh. “Don’t you dare.”

“That’s what I like to hear.”

Before you could even process his words, he took you into his mouth. The sudden pressure made you jump, your hands scrambling to his hair in an attempt to ground yourself. His lips were like magic, working over you in a way that blanketed your mind in a peaceful silence even as your lips parted with a loud moan. He made sure to give equal attention to your cock and your entrance, tongue sliding down to dip inside you.

“Fuck,” you whined, tugging at his hair and eliciting a groan from him. That made you buck your hips against his mouth, losing yourself in the pleasure.

You couldn’t tell how long it’d been when you felt the familiar coil deep in your gut. The feeling grew, your second orgasm approaching faster than your first, and you threw your head back as you neared the edge. Rick pulled you closer with his arms wrapped around your thighs, flicking his tongue against the tip of your cock before flattening it against the underside and sucking hard.

The force of your orgasm had you arching your back and his hands slid down to rest against your lower back to keep you steady. You moaned and whined and whimpered as his mouth continued to move over you, dragging out your orgasm until you couldn’t take anymore. 

“Rick,” you whispered, gently pushing him away. He moved immediately, collapsing against you with his warm chest against yours and his face buried in your neck. “That was…”

“Incredible? Fantastic? Amazing?”

You snorted, still attempting to catch your breath. “I was gonna say great, but those work too.”

The two of you laughed, the world outside and all its problems disappearing as you held each other. Rick snuggled as close to you as he could, his heavy breaths slowly steadying until you were sure he was asleep this time. The thought of him being comfortable enough to fall asleep in your arms made you smile and you grabbed at the sheets, ensuring that the both of you were covered. 

You began to drift off, exhaustion settling in, when there was a knock at the door. Rick stiffened up against you but stayed wrapped up in your arms as the door opened, and Carol walked in.

“It was about time,” she laughed, rolling her eyes playfully with a soft smile. “But you have to cut it short, I’m afraid. Deanna wants to see you.”

“Me?” You asked. “What for?”

“She didn’t say, just asked me to fetch you. Best not to keep her waiting.”

You nodded, thanking her as she left. Once you were sure she wasn’t coming back, you tapped Rick on the shoulder a few times. “Come on, Grimes. Off.” He groaned and buried his face deeper into your neck, holding you tightly. As much as it warmed your heart, you had to get him off you even when you wanted nothing more than to stay there forever. “Don’t get clingy now, mister. Deanna’s mad at you, remember? We can’t have her mad at me too.”

With a soft groan, he pulled himself away from you, letting you slip from beneath him as he dropped back onto the mattress with a thud. You shook your head with a smile as he watched you pull your pants on, his head resting on his palm. 

“You having fun there?”

“Mhm,” he replied, eyes looking all over you with no shame. “You look good.”

“Says you,” you remarked, sitting beside him to tug your boots on. He sat up, peppering lazy kisses over your exposed shoulder, and you smiled wider. “I’ll be back soon, okay?”

He nodded, pressing his lips to yours in a sweet kiss. “I’ll be waitin’.”

You grabbed your shirt off the floor, throwing it over your head before making your way to the door and giving him one last smile. “Get some rest, Officer.”

“Whatever you say. I’ll dream of you.”

“Cheesy motherfucker."

[mo-the-gremlin-dandelion]

Happy Coradrag AU - Holding Ace

Happy Coradrag AU Masterlist

Summary:

Garp gives Ace to Dragon because he wants grandkids and with the way Dragon is, Garp thinks he'll die before Dragon even gets a date.  

Context: Garp and Roger have a complicated on-off poly relationship. Garp is trans and Roger may or may not be Dragon’s other dad. Garp also had relations with Whitebeard and Rayleigh. SEE HERE for more info.

Roger, Rayleigh, and Rouge went after the One Piece leaving Garp behind. Garp didn’t want them to go because he knew the Government would definitely want to destroy them if they found it.

Also, not too relevant, but I decided that Garp adopted Kuzan and Dadan.

Warning: This is a really sad one. Talk of kids dying and murder, not anything graphic though. Also really long.

Garp didn’t know what the fuck was going on. After not speaking to him for some years, Roger just showed up out of the blue saying he was handing himself in. That he had disbanded his crew and gave everything up. Garp couldn’t believe it. Roger was never one to give up on anything. 

Garp needs answers.

Now.

Garp swiftly marched down to the holding cells and told the guards to screw off for a little while. They all quickly scrambled to get out so as to not anger Garp further. Once they were all out, Garp quickly locked the door and shut the air vents. He took a deep breath and then he turned to Roger.

“What are you planning Roger?!” Garp yelled at him, shaking the cell bars, “You disappear off the face of the earth for a couple years and you only come back to surrender?!”

Roger just sat there, saying nothing and looking at the ground. This just made Garp more pissed off.

“Well?! Aren’t you going to say something?! You, Rayleigh, and Rogue just leave me behind and–”

“I’m dying.” Roger said quietly.

Garp paused, “What?”

“I’m dying.” Roger told him again, “My disease finally caught up with me and I don’t have much longer.”

Now that Garp wasn’t in a blind rage, he did notice that Roger looked smaller than the last time he saw him. Exhausted as well.

“I don’t have many regrets, but leaving things the way we did is one of my biggest.” Roger told him softly, finally looking at him, then he continued, “I’m sorry for that. I’m sorry for hurting you. We all are. It’s just… I was told that I only had a couple of years left and… I just wanted to do one last thing before I go. I should have told you.”

Garp closed his eyes and sighed, slowly letting go of his death grip on the bars. After a moment, he looked at Roger again.

“And did you?” Garp asked, “Did you find it?”

“Yes.” Roger replied, “And it was a great last adventure.”

“I’m glad.” Garp told him.

“Really?” Roger asked surprised.

“Yeah.” Garp said while sitting down, “I’m sorry too, for what I said back then. I was just worried about you and everyone else. What the government would do to you when they found out.”

Roger gave Garp a sad smile and reached his hands out for Garp to take them. Garp did. His hands were bonier than Garp remembered, but no less gentle.

“Is that why you turned yourself in?” Garp asked him while softly rubbing the back of Roger’s hands.

“Yes.” Roger told him, “I don’t want to die from this stupid disease. If I’m dying it’s on my own terms.”

“Wouldn’t expect anything less from you.” Garp said wetly.

“Are you crying?” Roger asked cheekily, some of his old fire returning.

“Oh fuck you.” Garp told him, wiping some tears away, “I was coming down here to beat the shit out of you!”

Roger threw back his head laughing, “Wouldn’t expect anything less from you.”

“Where is everyone else?” Garp asked after a moment.

“We slowly disbanded.” Roger said, “Everybody had someplace in mind they wanted to go to, so they were all dropped off slowly. Shanks and Buggy were dropped off before we even made it to Laugh Tale.”

“Really?” Garp was surprised. Beside Roger, those two were the most excited to find the One Piece.

“Yeah.” Roger said, “Buggy caught the flu. We had already dropped off Crocus so we set up Buggy and Shanks in a sheltered town with a lot of treasure to last them for a while.”

“What about Rayleigh and Rouge?” Garp asked.

“Rayleigh went to Saboady and Rouge… she went to the South Blue.” Roger told him. He looked like he was contemplating something. Garp knew that look, he had it when he told Garp about going to find Laugh Tale.

“What?” Garp asked urgently, “What is it? Is she in trouble?”

“She’s pregnant.” Roger told him solemnly, “She’s having my baby. I’ll never get to meet them.”

“Shit. The rumor is true?!” Garp exclaimed. Then he winced. That probably wasn’t the right thing to say.

But Roger knew Garp and just laughed at him, “Shit is right. I passed out when she told me.”

This made Garp laugh with him. 

“The baby is actually something I wanted to ask you about.” Roger said after they calmed down.

“What is it?” Garp asked him.

“They know I have a kid out there, but they don’t know Rouge’s the mother right?”

Garp nodded, “Yeah. There was just a rumor going around Marineford that you got someone pregnant. It was even in the paper.”

“Good.” Roger said while nodding and then he asked, “If anything happens to Rouge, would you take care of the baby for us?”

“Of course.” Garp told him without any hesitation.

“Good.” Roger nodded again. Then he softly told him, “Thanks again for loving me despite everything.”

“Thank you for doing the same.” Garp replied.

-

After watching one of his closest companions be executed and hung to rot, Garp booked it to the South Blue immediately. He had to get to Rouge before anyone else did. Sengoku told him that the World Government ordered the South Blue to be locked down. That any woman that matched the description in the paper was to be killed if they were pregnant and did not have an iron clad alibi. 

If they didn’t, they would be killed along with the child.

Sengoku tried to reason with them, but there wasn’t much he could do despite being the Fleet Admiral. He was just the scapegoat with a pretty label for the World Government to use for the public to place the blame on.

So Garp loaded his ship with his most trusted crewmates and headed to the South Blue. He knew it wasn’t going to be pretty, but he wasn’t expecting such a hellscape. That so many people would turn on each other just to save themselves.

Paranoid neighbours were saying it’s the family next door. Strict parents placing the blame on their unwed daughters for having children outside marriage. Friends abandoning each other for the safety of their own families. Men, fathers themselves, turning on their own wives and children. Mothers who were all too ready to give up children they never wanted in the first place for their own lives. Children, no infants, being murdered for simply being born after Roger’s died.

Garp spent almost two years in that hell trying to find Rouge. While he did this, he tried his best to save as many as he could. Some of the marines were much too happy to be murdering children and terrorizing women. The search had ended some time ago, the government thought both child and mother were dead by now.

Eventually, he made it to Batterilla. It was one of the last places he needed to look. He was hoping that Rouge made it out of the South Blue with the baby by now, but he was making sure everywhere was checked before he moved to look outside the South Blue borders. 

Luckily and unluckily, he found her in a cottage by the sea while he was on his own.

She had no child living with her.

Garp hoped he wasn’t too late.

“You made it.” Rouge said calmly upon recognizing him. She was outside hanging up some laundry. She didn’t look any different than when Garp last saw her.

“Are you alright?” Garp asked, “Where’s the–”

“Shush you idiot!” Rouge exclaimed while smaking him on the head, “Get in the cottage before someone hears you!”

Rouge grabbed the empty basket and pulled Garp by the ear into the cottage. It was small, but very cozy. It only had one room besides the bathroom across from the entrance. There was a bed against the right wall under a window and a small kitchen to the left. Other than a closet, a bookshelf, and some wall decor, there wasn’t much else in the house. No sign of a child or anything child related. Garp started to worry. 

“Where’s the kid?” Garp asked her.

“Still in me.” Rouge told him.

“Oh, okay.” Garp nodded, then he choked, “What? What do you mean it’s still in you?!”

“The will of D is an amazing thing Garp.” Rouge told him as she did the dishes, “I’ve been stalling them for as long as I can. But I fear I don’t have much left in me.” 

“Oh Rouge…” Garp said softly. He slowly placed a hand on her shoulder and gently guided her to sit at the small table she had. She sat down without much fuss which worried him even more. The Rouge he knew would punch anyone if she was treated delicately.

Now that he had a closer look at her, she looked just as exhausted as Roger did almost two years ago. She was also silently crying. He never saw her cry. Ever.

“How much longer do you think you’ll last?” Garp softly asked her.

“A month. Maybe two. They’re almost full term.” She said, weary from the hell she had been living in.

“Well, no matter how long it is. You’re not alone anymore, I promised Roger I’d take care of you.” Garp told her, “Both of you.”

“Thank you.” Rouge quietly said before finally breaking down sobbing and holding onto Garp.

He gently picked her up and placed her in the bed. Once she was comfortable, Garp went to do the dishes. Later he would find a book about childbirth on Rouge’s bookshelf and thoroughly study it. Just because he gave birth to Dragon doesn’t mean he knows how to help someone else give birth.

-

Garp had spent a month with Rouge before she was ready to give birth. It was a couple days after Christmas when she started to feel pain. Garp helped her walk laps around the house outside. He also told her about when he gave birth to Dragon to try to help her through it. He even got a couple of good laughs out of her. But he could tell she was starting to fade.

On December 31st, she was ready to start pushing. Garp coached her through it and after a whole day of labour, a baby boy was born on January 1st. Garp made sure to loudly shout it to her so as to keep her awake. He quickly snipped the cord and cleaned the squalling baby up, wrapping him in a blue blanket Roger had bought when he first found out years ago.

“Let… Let me hold him.” Rouge wearily demanded. Garp quickly helped her to sit against the headboard padded by pillows and gently set the baby in her arms. The little boy quickly calmed once he knew it was his mother holding him.

“Oh my baby. My little angel.” Rouge said while crying, “You’re so beautiful, I love you so much. Your father would have loved you so much. You look just like him.”

“Did you pick out a name?” Garp asked after he had cleaned up both Rouge and the birth supplies.

“Yes.” She told him, “Roger wanted to name him Ace.”

Rouge lived until January 4th. She died in her sleep holding Ace. The baby was holding a piece of his mother’s hair. Garp left with Ace after he confirmed with Sengoku that what was left of Roger would be secretly sent to Baterilla to be buried alongside Rouge.

-

Garp didn’t know what the fuck he was supposed to do now. He was too old to be waking up for midnight feedings. He was old enough to be a grandpa for christ sakes.

A grandpa…

Garp had a plan. He only had one kid who wanted children and hopefully Dragon would agree.

-

It’s not that Garp doesn’t have faith in his son, it’s just that he doesn’t have faith in his son’s romance skills. It’s just that he is pretty sure that Dragon will die alone at the rate he’s going. 

His son is 33 and hasn’t had a date in his life, although he’ll admit it’s not for a lack of trying on Dragon’s part. He’s just really intimidating to some people and it didn’t help that he inherited Garp’s eyebrows. Although Dragon did start to shave them off some years ago, so maybe his son has some game now. He doubts it though.

So Garp thought he would help his son along in life and get him in a better headspace. He has noticed that Dragon has become more withdrawn after Roger’s death, the massacre of Baterilla, and the sacking of Ohara.

Maybe giving Dragon a kid will help him focus on life rather than all the death of the past few years. It will also help Garp worry less of his son being alone if anything ever happens to Garp or his siblings. 

So Garp brought Ace to Dragon who was taking a break back home on Dawn Island. He had already called ahead to Sengoku and told him what was going on so Sengoku would give Dragon the break for “working too hard.” A load of bullshit really, which Dragon probably knew, but he was Garp’s son and so he wouldn’t deny a free vacation.

“What do you need, dad? This was supposed to be my break.” Dragon asked opening the door for his father. He was in his pajamas and trying to rub the crust out of his eyes.

Garp quickly moved to sit on the couch and quickly made sure Ace was still sleeping where he was hidden in his coat. Dragon shut the front door and sat on the chair across from him, still not paying all that much attention to him.

Good. 

A sleep deprived Dragon will have a late reaction, so Garp will be able to escape.

“Now Dragon, I know we’ve talked about children before and you’d said you would have them later.” Garp said slowly, “But I’m getting on in my years and I worry about you. You know you don’t need to get married before you have kids right?”

“Yes dad! I know!” Dragon replied, pinching his nose. He was tired of having this conversation with his father, they’ve been having it since he was 25 and his father told him he wasn’t a “spring chicken” anymore. “Maybe I don’t want to be a single parent and share the experience with someone I love?”

“Yes, I know you’re a hopeless romantic.” Garp said, “But I’m old and I want grandchildren before I die.”

“What do you mean?! I’m not a hopeless romantic! Who told you that!” Dragon exclaimed. Shit he was alert now.

“You did.” Garp stated.

“No I didn’t!” Dragon replied.

“Well not directly.” Garp said, “But you did write about it in your diary a lot. I mean you dedicated a whole twenty pages to your dream wedding.’

“I can’t believe you!” Dragon yelled standing up, “Those are private!”

“Yeah well I missed you!” Garp yelled back, “Now sit back down, I’m not finished.”

Dragon huffed, but he sat back down in the chair and crossed his arms. Garp would have made fun of him for pouting, but he had to keep being serious.

“You remember Roger?” Garp asked him.

Dragon looked surprised but answered, “Yeah why?”

“Remember how the government announced they killed his child?” Garp continued.

“Yes?” Dragon sat up straight wondering where this was going.

“They lied.” Garp said while revealing Ace, “This is Ace. Rouge stalled her pregnancy for almost two years and died four days later holding him. Roger and Rouge entrusted him to me.”

Dragon didn’t know what to say to this. He met Roger and Rouge years ago. They were so lively and encouraged him to do what he thought was right. 

“Now I’m too old to be taking care of him.” Garp said, “So I thought that you might be willing to take him.”

“Wait me?” Dragon exclaimed, “I don’t know anything about babies!”

“No first parent does!” Garp said joyfully, “It’s part of the journey! You can just say he is the result of a one night stand!”

“Why can’t you?!” Dragon asked.

“I got my uterus removed after I had you.” Garp told him.

“Wait… Then where did Kuzan come from?” Dragon asked, confused, “I know Dadan was adopted, but I thought you birthed Kuzan?”

“I told you I found him in a field!” Garp said laughing.

“I thought that was an euphemism!” Dragon said.

“Nope.” Garp said, “Look, I know this is short notice, but Roger and Rouge wanted Ace to have a safe childhood like any other child. You can give him that. So please think about it. Otherwise I’m giving him to your sister.”

“No! I’ll take him.” Dragon said without thinking. It’s not that Dragon thinks Dadan would be a bad parent, it’s just that she lives in the jungle and she doesn’t want children of her own.

“Great!” Garp said before handing Ace over to Dragon, “I’ll go get the supplies! And don’t worry about calling Sengoku for parental leave, I already did!”

Before Dragon could think about what he just agreed to, Garp was out the door and out of punching range.

He jumped a bit when he felt a little hand grab his finger. He looked down and melted at what he saw. Ace was making little coos and his little hand didn’t even go around half of Dragon’s finger. He was the cutest thing Dragon had ever seen.

Shit, Dragon thought, I guess I’m a dad now.