#cw seahorse dad

[irlkisukeurahara]

omg byahisa t4t....pls tell me more (if you want)

oh no, now you've done it..

You've activated Miles' inability to shut the fuck up...

BYAHISA T4T 🙌🙌🙌🙌🙌

*cough*

Okay--

I don't normally give characters deadnames. I only have one for Byakuya here because I've made transphobia relevant in this, plus it's for ease of reference. I also kinda threw in stuff about the ByaHisa OC at the end because it goes in tandem with the headcanons, so cw for a brief mention of seahorse dad Byakuya I guess (google it)

Here we are, back in the 18th century, to the birth of a one Kuroishi Kuchiki. Initially planned to just be the first born child of Sojun, upon realizing how poor his and his wife's health are, they settled for just one.

The little girl never behaved in a way they deemed standard. Rambunctious and wild, playing in the mud, eating things she shouldn't, cussing at Ginrei etc etc...

And here's something else they realized, this child never taking any interest in men. Ever. While Sojun was more or less happy to have a surviving child at all, Ginrei wasn't so complacent. How is the Kuchiki line going to continue if the granddaughter doesn't like boys?

Homophobia and transphobia aren't exactly as standard in the Soul Society as you'd expect, they're mostly tolerant of it due to Shunsui and Jushiro being as openly queer as they are. But let's just say that the Kuchiki family was a bit more, let's say old fashioned. Didn't quite move on with the times as much as others did.

Thoughts maybe spread of just getting little Kuro a husband and telling her to fake it until she makes it. But Kuro herself told her father something they didn't expect, something that threw a wrench in their ideas even more.

That "she" hated being called Kuroishi, or just Kuro, or the Kuchiki Clan Daughter, that being a boy fit better. That Byakuya fit better. Sojun accepted his boy with open arms, again not nearly as concerned with grandkids. Considering how much struggle it took to have Byakuya, and how he'd never have any other kids, Byakuya's happiness was top priority to him. But the pride of the Kuchiki family seemed to matter more to Ginrei.

At first, their decision was to completely ignore Byakuya's gender expression. To disregard it, make him pretend to be Kuro his entire life, marry a man, and continue the line. The child was finally happy with who he was, after 150 or so years! Who were they to try and take that away from him?!

So he ran, ran off into a certain Rukongai district you might remember. A little district called Inuzuri.

He'd have to face them again eventually, and he'd be in deep shit when he did, but maybe he thought to himself that he was prolonging the inevitable. He'd started considering rash measures, and even almost took a plummet.

But then, a local girl saved him. Kept him away talking things through with him. They sat down together, trying to understand what was going on.

"They're considering pretending I'm a girl. I mean, I was born one. But I'm not a girl. But they're going to make me be a girl so that I could be a good Kuchiki like I'm supposed to. Auntie couldn't have kids and I'm my father's only son, so I'm really their only hope." The girl managed to make Byakuya admit, after talking him off a ledge. It's the first time he verbalized his thoughts, it was kind of cathartic. Listening, she gave him a pat on the back.

"I know what it feels like. Kind of. I mean, I was never a noble or anything, but... I get the feeling of parents trying to make you pretend to be your born gender to look good, when that's never how you've felt."

A friend, a friend who could understand him. That's what Byakuya needed. He was far detached from people, how could anyone understand the life of Byakuya Kuchiki? There was no one. Everyone in the other three clans were a bunch of shabby grownups he assumed were cis who were fine with their position, but Byakuya was a child. A child who was confused, told by his father to live his life by his own rules and for himself, yet told by his grandfather to live life for the clan. As a kid, he just couldn't choose! He couldn't understand himself, how could anyone understand him?

But this girl, she got him. They understood each other, even if they lived in different worlds!

Byakuya started sneaking off to see this girl, the girl by the name of Hisana. If he wasn't training, at a meeting, or talking to his dad, he was sneaking out to meet Hisana. So many times, in fact, that it made Ginrei angry. He was beginning to demand that Byakuya be wed by someone who will keep him down. And Byakuya ran away again, but this time, with slightly different intentions.

"Hisana, I know we're not dating, but will you please marry me?"

Huh? Hisana was taken aback by his asking. Where did this come from? He went on, saying that she deserved better and he could provide her with luxury. That she didn't deserve to suffer, cold and alone.

One condition, she said.

He asked, what condition? Oh, I'll do anything!

She said that she'll marry him if the Kuchiki family swears to find and adopt her baby sibling (brother or sister depends on whether it coexists with t4t RenRuki or not lol) Of course, Byakuya agreed.

How to convince the Kuchiki family? She was but a scruffy 17-20 year old that'd been dead for a few years at this point. Byakuya was Byakuya. For years, Ginrei was not budging, up until Hisana revealed to them that she was trans. Then, his attitude began to change.

Their marriage would be allowed! There was one condition. They'd have to have a kid. Then Byakuya's gender identity would be respected, and history would be rewritten. Rewritten to believe that Byakuya was always a male, and that Kuro never existed. Telling the world that Hisana was pregnant with the child of the Kuchiki family after the fact, hiding all truth from the Soul Society. Byakuya was scared at first, but this was better. The best case scenario, even if it was already terrifying.

Once they were both considered "adults," they were married.

A year into the marriage, off in his study Byakuya spent his days, writing and doing calligraphy. Out in the Rukongai Hisana continued to spend her days, looking and searching for the missing child, joining the search parties made up by Kuchiki servants. A year they spent majorly apart, as Byakuya wasn't permitted to go anywhere for some time. One day, she's frantically ordered back to the manor. She left the search party, being escorted home. There she was, entering the manor, assuming the worst. But instead, there Byakuya was, sat there with their baby son.

Instantly, Hisana loved him. While she was concerned at first that he'd just feel like a tool to make them learn to respect Byakuya, she instantly was drawn to the bubbly little baby. Ginrei stayed true to his word. History was rewritten, and they even faked a maternity picture with Hisana. The Kuchiki family was satisfied, and Byakuya and Hisana were happy! The only thing that would make it all better would be if the child that Hisana left behind was with them too.

While Byakuya took on a primary caring role for their son, Hisana helped of course. She still joined searches all the time, but started to do so every other day instead. She had two priorities in life, and she tried her best to balance them.

But then, Hisana fell ill. She couldn't go anywhere, helping search or helping raise her son. A few years following, she'd be bedridden. Byakuya would visit her at every opportunity, talking to her about anything to make her feel better. Though usually, it was about their son's development. He showed her when their son could walk, made him repeat things when he started to talk. That, and anything to make her smile. She slowly lost her ability to sit up, and he'd still visit her every day with their son. But one day, her energy was gone. She could hardly even look at them, but he still came by. He held her hand, with their son in his other arm. As he swore once more on his promise to find her baby sibling, she passed away. And from then on forward, Byakuya took after his grandfather more and more, without the influence of his father or his wife, his humanity couldn't cling on. It became repressed into the deepest recesses of his mind. His smile died with his wife.

[dudeijustsawaplane]

Headcanon that Bakugou’s parents are T4T and forgot to tell him

[freakylial]

Seahorse dad Yonji

[psi-spectacular]

thinking ab seahorse dad psy2k!raz and his relationship with parenthood...

getting pregnant w the twins causes his dysphoria to come back tenfold with a vengance, even before he knows he is. hes so out of tune w his body he doesnt notice anything off besides "im feeling sick and overly emotional and im gaining weight i hate this". Even when he does find out what exactly is going on hes... conflicted. He wanted more kids, sure, but he cant help but feel like the progress he made on t is being undone. its a bittersweet feeling at best and his mental health takes a bit of a nosedive and he winds up w postpartum afterwards. not to mention realizing the apartment theyre living in is. a bit too small to raise three kids and having to move around and all the change causing a lot of autism issues.

GOD I've got angst on the brain

[kermitteafrog]

"Jesse locks his jaw shut, seething with impotent rage. How is even possible for a person to be this selfish? However, the most shameful part of him feels a pang of empathy. If he’s to believe that he deserves a second chance at life, If this hypothetical child should be given a chance at life at all, then why wouldn’t Todd?"

[chiefyakousdilftits]

More Seahorse Papa Desuhiko because he’s been on my mind heavy ( feat. top surgery, the cringefail husband did it !! 🤠✨🥂 )

[natriae]

cw// mentions of having kids/ not proofread

USHIJIMA loves animals- more than people if we're being honest. He will always manage to have a stray cat rubbing itself between his legs. It happened when he was little, in highschool, and even now. He really was an animal whisperer. He would get down on his knees and pet the animal with a small smile on his face and the animal would mimic it.

He never out right said he loved them but it was clear to you the content and comfort he felt when he was around them. So you suggested you guys should have a date at the zoo once in highschool and it became the usual date spot for the two of you since then.

He would always go see the lions first. Go up to the glass and just stand there an admire. He loved watching them play and would always tell you he wished he could go play with them even though he knew they were dangerous.

Then after the lions,the tigers, then the elephants. Each of the animals loved him. They would get close to the fensing or glass and look at ushijima as he would to them.

His favorite part of the zoo though was the bear exhibit. He loved watching the pandas roll around and have fun together. He liked watching the polar bears slide down the hills in their exhibit and always got a little disappointed when an animal was not in their exhibit. He hoped they were okay. You think he liked seeing the mama animal take care of their baby. The pandas holding their child or the baby bears following the momma. He always imagined you would be the same with your kids. He'd only talk when he was ready to move on checking to see if you were ready too.

At the aquarium he looked a little restless because he never enjoyed the water. It was dark the the animals were dangerous, so you guys went to go watched the seahorses in the kiddie section instead. On your first date he told you little facts at every animal. Beacause he was comfortable with you. He thought the seahorses were cool because the dad held the baby instead of the mom. Now years later all he did was smile without his teeth and said "when we have kids, if I could I would hold the baby for 9 months instead of you." because i want to take every burden off of you. Is what he wanted to say and it's what he probably would have said had people not been around.

On y'all way out to go home you could tell Wakatoshi had a lot on his mind. Once you guys got in the car you decided to ask him. "'toshi, baby are you okay?". As you asked you reached up and brushed some of his over grown hair out of his face.

"yeah...Do you want to get a cat?" Do you want to have kids in the future?

"yeah i would. Let's get one now." you smiled at the hunk of a man next you. His face relaxed and the corner of his lips turned up.

"okay good" You will be a good cat mom and a good mom in the future.

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

Hello, my dear friend! 😎

I hope you're having a wonderful day. I've come to fulfill my noble quest, as promised.

So, we've already had pregnant MC, which I adore and cherish, like all your works. What you do is amazing, and I hope you know that. You bring the kind of joy into our lives that I think does wonders for our weary souls. On top of that, you're one of the kindest souls I've ever met, and I'm lucky to have you in my life and be able to call you my friend. Seriously, you're a miracle and you make the world a better place.

But to my actual request. Could you please do headcanons about the M6 being pregnant? Seahorse dads are very much encouraged 👀 I often think about having children with Nadia, but I don't really like the idea of being pregnant myself (although our dear Countess does make me want to consider it every once in a while. The baby fever is very strong with her.) Plus, I'm certain there are other people like myself who prefer not to get pregnant or they simply can't for various reasons.

Thank you! Hugs to you and much love 🤗❤

Ps.: I'll kiss you if you do it (in a friendly but still very gay way)

The Arcana HCs: When M6 get pregnant

@theintrovertbean I'm here to collect my platonic but still very gay smooch, please :3 (In all seriousness though, I keep rereading your kind words and trying not to cry, that means so much to me. I'm so glad I get to call you my friend too!!)

-- CW for mpreg (obviously). for headcanon purposes, all members of the M6 want to have a child with MC and are happy with being the partner to be pregnant. whether this happens by natural means, depending on what reproductive system you headcanon them as having, or by *magic*, said baby is 50% your DNA and 50% theirs. --

Julian

Did the two of you take active steps to make it possible for him to carry your child? Yes. Did he think he would be fortunate enough for it work? No. Is he surprised now, even though it's planned? Yes

The most freaked out about what his body is in the process of doing. Again, this is something he agreed to and genuinely wants, but it's just so surreal to him that he keeps needing to rationalize it

His way of rationalizing things is to study them

This does not help his ever-present anxiety, especially when he has to limit his caffeine intake and his mood swings are even more intense than normal. He is going to bury himself in research

And then completely freak himself out with the assorted random weird facts, unhinged medical theories, and pregnancy horror stories that he encounters. Which isn't good for the baby

Speaking of, he keeps swinging wildly between being hyperaware of the tiny creature he's growing and completely forgetting about his state. Suddenly his self-care directly impacts someone else

Spending nine months with limited caffeine intake and 0 alcohol was actually very good for him. (even if it made him cranky at first)

The overall process was fairly smooth for him - he didn't have a lot of awful symptoms, and the only health scares were his own anxious "what if" spirals after reading horror stories before bed

Kept working the whole way through (though with considerably fewer hours so he could get more sleep), and generally did a great job whenever he wasn't thinking too hard about it all

Asra

They never actively envisioned this happening in their future, but when you brought up having kids in the first place they were already fairly open to the idea of being the one to carry the baby

There was definitely magic involved in the conception. He's too extra for there not to be (plus, a little boost never hurt anybody)

For such a normally chillaxed person, they did not take this decision lightly. Everything from planning, to conception, to preparing to raise a kid is full of intentionality

He wants to ensure that his kid gets a childhood that lasts as long as they need it to and a happy, safe environment to grow and explore. His baby fever wasn't intense but his nesting habits are

They get in several last crazy adventures before they start to feel the pregnancy and then spend the rest of it either sleeping, getting the baby's space ready, or eating the most unreal food combos

Seriously, you expected weird cravings, but considering how unusual his tastes already are you didn't think it could get much weirder. It can get so, so much weirder (he even managed to finally pry open that jar of kool-aid pickled garlic and put it in custard)

Between their parent's enthusiastic support and Nadia and Julian providing full medical backup, they are well looked after

Not to mention the pregnancy glow. He makes it look ethereal

They aren't fond of physical discomfort, though, and it makes them unusually broody and cuddly. Please give them snuggles

They spend weeks creating the most whimsical nursery

Nadia

She was actually the one to bring it up when she started talking about her expectations of marriage with you after proposing

For how strained her own relationship with her family is, she's more excited about starting one of her own with you than you expected. When you tell her that you want kids too, she's all for it

Sets a rule as soon as she tells her family that she won't be accepting more than two visitors at a time. Namar nearly revolts

Her pregnancy was not easy, at all. It was months before she could keep a full meal down, she was in near constant pain, and the fatigue was unrelenting. And she never let on in public, at all

Seriously, the only people who knew how hard it was were her close friends, trusted Palace people, and doctor. From the outside it was as if she couldn't feel it at all and life carried on as usual

The biggest noticeable difference (aside from her growing bump, which she somehow managed to make her draping clothes look even more regal with) was having Portia deliver speeches for her

Towards the final few months, it caught up to her enough that she couldn't be nearly as active as she used to. She turned one of her side chambers into her office and took all her meetings there

It also became evident how much the Palace staff loves their countess - the cooks worked tirelessly to find easy meals for her (and satiate every craving beyond the laws of culinary art)

Not to mention that the garden was immaculately kept

The amount of gifts for the baby took up several small closets

Muriel

He didn't bring it up. No, you brought it up, because of how out of hand his baby fever was getting. He'd gone from begrudgingly letting kids climb on him to actively offering to help watch them

Which turned into a lifestyle - he started spending all his free time carving toys so he could carry them in his pocket in case some shy toddler looked like they wanted one. You're running out of firewood

He offered to be the one to carry the baby, if you didn't want to

The psychological aspect of it is much harder for him than the physical. He knows his own body, he knows his strength and capacity for survival, and he's comfortable with what he's doing

But that is a whole other person-to-be he's growing, they deserve the best they can get, and he's not convinced he's the best

Is this ... selfish of him? Is this greedy? He knows he'll put everything he is into being a good parent, but what if someone else's best is better than his? MC, what are we doing??

These anxiety spirals happen frequently, either when he's gone too long sitting by himself or when the pregnancy insomnia makes it impossible for him to sleep the amount he normally likes to

On the plus side, the mood swings actually make it easier for him to express what he's feeling (and for you to know what's going on with him) so that you two can navigate it together

Asra is so excited to have a nibling that they stop by almost every day with baby gifts (and supplies from Nadia, once she knows)

He full body freezes every. single. time the baby moves

Portia

Oh, she's wanted to have a house full of kids since she was a kid in a house full of kids. She brought this up with you as soon as she started talking about a future together and she is so pumped

Literally nothing about the concept of it fazes her. She's helped with plenty of pregnancies and births, she's seen the good, the bad, and the ugly, and she is fully confident with you by her side

In her mind, this is the first of many (assuming all goes well, which she fully believes it will) so this is her chance to take things as they come and note them down for future reference

Keeps a daily journal with all her pregnancy observations, plus doctor's notes from weekly check-ups and plans for the baby

You didn't know pregnancy could make somebody more powerful but somehow she's done it. You expect it to catch up to her at some point and for her to take time off to rest, but she doesn't

The pregnancy glow is real and it is named Portia Devorak. You've never seen her hair so bouncy and full (shedding increases x10)

The biggest downside is that she can't stand the smell of cooking or baking anymore, which has long been one of her comfort activities. You'll have to manage meal prep (or partner with a chef)

Speaking of, half the Palace is asking for updates on a daily basis (which she happily provides). Nadia's showering her with more supplies and maternity leave than Portia wants to accept

Julian panicked about being the doctor until Mazelinka shoved him aside and took over as midwife. Portia's in skilled hands

Lucio

This was not planned. This was a happy accident. (Though Bob Ross never painted such a surprised, panicked, violent tree)

Whether because protection didn't work, or because Lucio saw a glowing orb in a weird dream and decided to mess with it while he was sleeping next to you, neither of you were remotely prepared

It doesn't really compute for him at first. The growing thing in his stomach is about as real as the tooth fairy - it's a concept that people tell him about before he goes back to daily life

It's a concept he's fiercely protective of and wants the best for

On a practical planning level, you two take advantage of his relatively easy first few months to take on a bunch of high paying jobs and revisit villages that seemed like a good spot to stay in

He's almost symptom-free until the bump really starts growing and his body starts adjusting for the extra weight. Thankfully by then you've found a place to settle down and reliable income

Lucio, understandably, becomes a complete diva once you do

He's pretty darn proud of what his body is doing, and he's relieved beyond words that he's having an easier time than what his mother described, but he does not like the way he looks

Or the aches and pains, or the breathlessness, or the way his whole body feels swollen and sore. (at least his hair looks nice)

You've never had such a hard time keeping him to his intended budget. He sees one (1) baby item and his wallet flies open

His sweet tooth gets 1000 times bigger than it already is

[fobnsfwdoodles]

I’m going insane and I’m going to ask for something unhinged and (shameful) but could you draw Patrick pregnant? I just think he’d be adorable with his tum hanging out of shirts, not being able to button them up after a certain point, OVERALLS or sweaters. 🫣🫣🫣 idk I need to impregnate that man.

Another thing that's not my thing but I'm tryna do it justice. To be fair he'd be HELLA cute as a seahorse dad, and I'm choosing to read this mpreg as trans positive 🌼

CW for mpreg

[silvernyxchariot]

Gosh, forgive me for asking such a strange and possibly horrible question. If a person were to have an unwanted pregnancy, would the pillarmen be able to penetrate the internal organs (at least by hand) to engulf the fetus?

⚠️CW/TW: deletus the fetus** talk and moral questioning⚠️

"Are the Pillarmen physically capable of removing a fetus within the reproductive organs?" is how my brain understood that. Oh, you bet'cha. (Yes.) Long answer... below the cut.

Kars and Esidisi are questionable. All the Pillarmen can probably copy each other and body morph, but I'm focused on what we see in the anime/manga. I. . . I really doubt you'd want Esidisi's brain and nervous system form digging into you like that. . . unless you're into it 😏. . . Don't stare at me like that! Σ(Дﾟ;)

If we mean "safely remove a fetus, so that mothers and seahorse dads are unharmed," yes. Santana is the best example of body manipulation/horror if we look at his feats, same thing with Wamuu. Santana has 1) absorbed a vampire through his skin, 2) used his ribcage as a trap/vice, 3) turned his stomach into a man-eating trap on Joesph, 4) tried to kill Speedwagon by using the tips of his fingers to Atco the brain, 5) and can invade a human body without distorting them. . . We're not looking at that one German soldier that exploded and died, that was just self-defense./j 😤 Wamuu, when he was awoken from his 2,000 year slumber, attached a line of soldiers by their hands and subsequently drained them of life, all at once, by poking one of them in the forehead.

Edit: I had to remind myself NOW that Esidisi and Wamuu implanted rings around Joseph's aorta and windpipe without even killing Joseph!!!

Kars, in his ultimate state, I think can definitely "penetrate the internal organs to engulf the fetus" without the mom or seahorse dad feeling a thing. His ultimate form has been shown creating and transforming life from his own body. So, I wouldn't doubt the possibility of him performing deletus the fetus with ease.

Since I put a "moral questioning" warning, I want to add that Wamuu would have the hardest time with this. Physically, he can perform the deletus, but he's not fond of the idea. He questions Kars on killing children and he dislikes battling women, even if they're hamon users and essentially a threat to him. Warrior's honor and all that./teasing Santana is a curious boy and would remove the fetus by request just so he could investigate human reproduction. Kars and Esidisi, no problem. Bruh, they pulled a genocide of their species. Kars also goes on a monologue about how he's "not a warrior or a romantic, like Wamuu." It was also mentioned, if not implied, somewhere that he experimented on humans to create the stone masks. What morality?!¿/rhetorical

Bonus! If the fetus is not affecting the parent's health and it was theirs/half-Pillarman, the answer is no. They're not going to deletus the fetus. [*insert yandere!Pillarmen with an impregnation kink here*]

**I'm sOrRyy. That phrase is hilarious to me.

[questioningespecialy]

hold up... smooshed? boobs? Clark's boobs? boobas?

Hear me out... Superman, right? But what if... trans.

cw: trans problems, misgendering

The day Clair discovered her abilities was the same day she realized more about herself than her parents were even ready for.

You see, Clair's parents gave her a different name. Something similar, but wholly different. Why? Because they thought they had a boy. How? Because Kryptonians have sexes and genders for days. Humans have no idea how varied it can get. And if the comparatively bizarreness of white-throated sparrows, ruffs, clownfish, spotted hyenas, snails, and seahorses are any indicator, it's probably hot interesting af.

But we won't get into that. Since Clair still knows nothing of her birthplace. Instead, we're gonna focus on Clair.

Clair was raised by two married farmers in rural America. Not too far from the major city Metropolis. But far enough to be... less diverse. Clair grew up in Conservative America, y'all, and it shows. When she was a wee lad, she was taught to be and behave like a boy. Problem was, she wasn't. She was very much a girl for all intents and purposes. Not a girly girl, but noticeably girl if you catch my drift. And that wasn't without consequence. People believe in men being men afterall, right? So the teachers were awful, which made it easier for her peers to be awful, and even the rest of the town was awful. But surely her parents weren't awful, right? They must've tried their best to give their child a happy childhood. Well, you're right. About the first part I mean.

Jonathan and Martha Kent both loved their son child. Like any parent would. And they wanted what was best for him her. Like any parent would. But what does that look like in practice? What does love look like... with different intentions?

Well,

dad was a disciplinarian (but less so than his dad) and mom was a gentle enabler (same as her mom). As most of us can imagine, life at home was its own hell and gendered expectations were rampant in Clair's life. So much so that she kept her body's changes from her parents. And yes, that includes her powers.

See,

with puberty came the changes. And with the changes came the powers. But just like everything else different about herself, Clair already knew well enough to hide it. From everyone.

That means no sleep overs, no skinny dipping, no public showers, no truth or dare, not even any sexual intimacy. ...Well, mostly.

So,

there was this guy, right? Derick. A lil cutie is what he was and he knew it. Liked to dress up in secret and dance in front of his mom's mirror when nobody was watchin'. Even wore feminine clothes under his masculine clothes most days. And Clair was infatuated with him. She knew all about his hidden clothes. His cross dressing. His secret makeup stash. Even how long he'd stare at himself in the mirror when his parents weren't home. "But, how does-" She was a hormonal teenager, okay? Give her a break.

Anyway,

Derick eventually noticed Clair lookin'. And immediately knew... that this handsome beefcake was in his league. 👍🏿 So after some time gettin' to know her (as buds of course), Derick decided to start sendin' hints. Anytime they were alone, actually. A smile. A graze. A helpful hand. Since Clair was either too nervous to make a move or two clueless to notice, Derick tried a different method: just bein' close friends. And that went wonderfully. Clair's first friend--the closet femboy.

They'd do so much together. Laughing and playing each way. Watchin' movies and savin' the fake day. Eventually, long after Clair relaxed enough around Derick, he tried again. But more direct this time. This time he... maintained touch. One night while they laid out somewhere on the Kent's farm, he slowly reached his hand over to Clair's.

Did she even know how to feel? Not at all. Did she know how to react? Hardly. But what did she say? Nothing. But what did she do? relax

It was so nice to be touched. To be held the way he held her hand. To be loved the way he loved her. To be... cared for. By someone... she loved.

For the first time in her life, she truly loved someone. For the first time in her life, she felt loved by someone who fully accepted her... and protected her.

...heaven is all this could be nothing less could be more free if her Tanakh actually referred to this in its listings of sin then a sinner she would be as their hold held on and the stars sparkled on she decided "I will never be less free"

And so their routines grew longer in duration. And time together became nearly a constant. All the while, their intimacy became infinite. And secrets became scarce.

It wasn't long before Derick opened up about his private habits. To which Clair told him just how cute he'd look in feminine clothes. And it was shortly after that Clair opened up about the crush she had before they first made eye contact. To which Derick chuckled how he noticed her lookin' at school for weeks prior.

These two romantic lovers shared so much of themselves. Held so much of eachother. That it was only natural for things to progress. Long after their first kiss. Long after their nights sleeping ontop of eachother. Eventually, they decided to share a bath.

And that was Clair's first mistake.

It's not that he wasn't ready. It's not that he was disgusted. It's just that... well... Derick just didn't understand. How could he? They were never taught that some people could have unusual body parts. They were never taught that they could be attracted to things beyond men and women.

Derick just... didn't know what to do. He just... didn't know how to feel. He was confused. And lost. Then... he was gone.

Days had gone by now. Clair still hadn't seen him. She ain't even gone to see him.

And how could she? After that... How could she face him? After that... She was lost. Not even her mom could cheer her up. All she could do was cry. And cry she did. As much as mom would let her.

If dad were still around, this would all be in another bottle. If dad were still around, Derick would've never hurt her in the first place. If dad were still around, Clair would've never experienced free.

Eventually...

she manages. Gets enough of it out to be functional again. Help her mom. Watch a show. Try not to think about him. Eventually, graduation comes. And the first thing she's asked is "So what're ya gonna do now?" "...I'm gonna become a journalist."

And so she does. Still managing to visit her mom on the weekends (through inconvenience of the city bus of course). She's grown far enough past her heartbreak and traumas to return to the town that raised her. Or so she thinks.

One day,

in Metropolis, she spots a cute coworker at the Daily Planet. Some lesbian-ass looking shortstack with a tight-ass waist. Clair thought she knew her type... until now. Now she doesn't know anything. Can't even get this lady outta her head. And can't even figure out why.

"She's lesbian, right? Wouldn't even be interested in..." she thinks to herself neglecting her job. Fully knowing how well she presents masculine now. How used to a short bush she is. How comfortable she's become with a binder. How little she thinks of being called "he".

Truth is,

Clair comfortably goes by Clark now. The name his parents gave him. And he really doesn't think about how strange that is. That someone so uncomfortable presenting masculine as a child... would be so comfortable with it as an adult. If he knew some Kryptonians they could tell him. But alas he knows none. So on he continues. Pretending to just be another one of the many.

That is,

when he's not moonlighting of course. Clark may be a masculine, yet gentle, man in a tie. But Clair's a feminine goddess ready to take on the Amazons.

Superman she calls herself. And the people get it. Not a woman nor a man. Only super, with semblance of woman.

No one knows where she came from. With her long kinky fro. Only the sky, some say. A government project, others theorize. Truth be told, she did fall from the sky. And she was created by the government. Well, not exactly in the latter case. But for the most part.

Regardless of origin,

she's become a beacon of hope. Hope that the (wo)man can be better. That Metropolis can be better. That Earth can be better. Better at caring. Better at nurturing. Better at helping. Better people.

She is the Superman. And she is American.

Well...

right now she's just Clark. Some journalist who's too nervous to talk to that Lois lady he's interested in. The one who's got the stuff to run this place like nobody's business on the drop of a dime. Definitely a top.

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inb4 "this ain't trans actually"

Even without this whole-ass write-up, I find the below video interesting to watch with the altered context of Superman presenting as a woman while Clark presents as a man, especially the first scene.

everything about these two scenes is perfect

[jasperjv]

I do not know if this is obscene but you can read HTTYD as a seahorse dad trans allegory where Hiccup's dad is cis and Toothless is the uterus

[transgenderrebellion-blog]

Of course I'd start being bleedy today.... Happy Pride, I guess.

But at least I'm that much closer to getting pregnant.

[bowiebond]

If you write do you think you could like... write the breeding kink/seahorse dad thing because i will find that nowhere else i think

BET

TITLE: BEAUTIFUL BOY (FEELS GOOD TO ME)

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40418844

INSPIRED BY: “Eddie is stealth trans but totally cool being a seahorse dad because he wants a fuck ton of kids so he can give them a better childhood than he had. So when Eddie heard about Steve’s little dream of six nuggets and road trips, all forlorn because Steve couldn’t have that with Eddie since they’re both guys, he considered it peak romance and decided his strap on would stayed packed for now, since they should start sooner rather than later, “right big boy?” “

CW: Non-SFW, coming out, unsafe binding, a bit of sub!Steve and soft dom!Eddie, first time as a couple, these two are disgustingly in love and Steve is trying so hard to make Eddie comfortable ;-; It was supposed to be filthy and ended up very romantic and sweet actually.

Words: 7.2k

“It’s just- it’s dumb.” It was late into the evening, too early into the morning, and Steve was tucked away in Eddie’s musty van, the smoke from their joints visible in the air. The smell of it overpowered the musk of Eddie’s hunk of junk, and Eddie was sprawled back on the thick blanket that covered the hard, cold floor.

He was generally eye-catching, but curls spread out in a dark halo and smiling at nothing with those dimples and twinkling brown eyes, he was mesmerizing. Steve liked Eddie like this. He liked Eddie, full stop. He bagged the nerdiest, loudest, hottest boyfriend in all of Indiana, and he couldn’t help but be smitten by the very sight of him every day.

“No, no, don’t say that.” Eddie patted his chest, taking a hit and blowing up little rings before shooting smoke right through them with a grin. “I wanna hear it. You’ve been so quiet since movie night with those twerps, babe.”

Steve had been quiet. He hadn’t meant to get so in his head about it, but he had been thinking about the future again. He always got depressed when he thought about it, unsure of what would be. But since figuring out his feelings for Eddie, coming to terms with it, dating him... One thing about reality had come to him with a glaring clarity.

Seeing Eddie interact with the teens on movie night, indulging in Dustin’s ranting about the movie choices, his left occupied by Steve and his right coveted by El who had taken a quick liking to him, the girl cuddled under his arm as she held Max’s hand, sharing her sight with the blind girl so she could enjoy it too like old times, Max snuggling with Lucas.

It had been damn near domestic, and Steve’s heart had ached at the thought that in less than three years the kids would be grown up and go their own ways, gone for good and rarely returning as a pack. Steve would never have a chance to feel that warmth of a big family again outside maybe the occasional holiday. He had indulged himself in for the past few years with the party but when he looked at the teenagers, then to Eddie, the guy he was pretty sure he was going to live the rest of his life with as sappy as it sounded, he had broken his own heart.

One day the choice would present itself. Would Steve chose a life with Eddie and Eddie alone, or would they part ways so Steve could have the dream life with his big family and loving wife. He didn’t want to make that choice, he wanted both in a perfect world, and the depressing thoughts had made it hard to work up a idle conversation with anyone.

“I...I have this dream.” Steve admitted softly, lips loose from the weed.

“I have a lot of those. What’s your dream, baby?”

“Well, I like kids.” Eddie hummed, encouraging him to continue. “I’ve always wanted a big family, Eddie. I grew up an only child and I was- I was lonely. Then I met the kids and the longer I hung out with them, babysitting them, I realized I really wanted my own. I even had this dumb dream back when I was dating Nancy, imagining me and her with a gaggle of six kids, three girls, three boys, maybe even a dog too. And during the holidays, I thought we could all pile into a caravan and go across the country. Stop in California. Learn to surf, get a tan...” He let out a scoff at his own imagination. “It’s dumb, but I keep thinking about it. The kids...they won’t be kids much longer. They’re gonna leave the nest and...”

“You don’t wanna be lonely again.” Eddie filled in for him and Steve groaned, rubbing his eyes.

“But I won’t be! I’ll still have you. Robin. The kids will visit.”

“But it won’t be like having that dream family of six anymore.” Steve’s ears burned with embarrassment.

“Yeah...”

“You know, I always hoped I’d have at least one kid.” Eddie admitted in a whisper. Steve stared up at him as Eddie tapping his ringed finger against his own cheek, looking thoughtful. “My dad did a shit job raising me. I had sworn off kids at fifteen, not wanting to fuck it up too, but my Uncle...He restored my hope in one day having a family. Didn’t have to be conventional, but I wanted it. Even if it was just me and a little tyke of my own.”

“I’m sorry.” Steve didn’t know why he felt like he was going to cry, but he was gonna blame the weed for making him emotional if Eddie teased him later.

“Hey Stevie, baby, why are you apologizing?” Eddie looked down at him and laughed softly as his little lip tremor, brown eyes glossy as Steve looked away. “Nooo, baby don’t cry.” He cupped his cheek and kissed his face, trying to wipe away his tears with his love and affection.

“Come on, talk to me, baby, why the tears?” He hummed against his freckles, nuzzling his temple. Steve felt like such a big baby, but he couldn’t help the lump in his throat.

“Cause I can’t give you a baby, Eddie. I can’t give you a family.” He wiped away his tears roughly, sniffling. “Cause we’re both guys, and it sucks.”

“Oh sweetheart...” Eddie cooed, kissing the shaking from his lips with little pecks. “You want a baby, we can have a baby, you big sap.”

“Really?” Steve knew Eddie was just trying to calm him down by feeding into his delusions, but its nice to hear.

“Yeah, baby, you want a family? I’ll make it happen.” Eddie grinned, kissing him sweetly. Steve hummed into it, placing his joint blindly aside in the ashtray before sinking his hands into Eddie’s hair. He loved kissing Eddie. They had been dating a while now, but Eddie had been pretty selfless regarding their sex life. He always focused on Steve’s pleasure, never even getting undressed with Steve despite the man pouting about it. Eddie had assured him he was happy though and Steve had settled into the fact that Eddie might not be the kind of person who liked being touched like that, as unfathomable as it seemed to Steve’s horny brain.

He wasn’t going to force something that Eddie wasn’t onboard with. He could live with blowjobs and getting finger-fucked for eternity if it meant having Eddie in his life as his partner. In fact, it wasn’t an awful compromise. As much as Steve would like to return the favor, he was getting off and getting kisses. Nothing much to complain about.

It didn’t stop him from making the lazy, smoke-hazed kiss downright filthy, groaning into Eddie’s mouth as the man sneaked a chilly hand under his waistband to get a handful of his ass. Eddie was shameless about his desire for Steve, and he loved it.

He let out a muffled yell as Eddie rolled onto his back, pulling him along by the waist. He straddled Eddie’s hips and pushing his hair back from his face as he broke the kiss.

“You’re too good for me, Eds.” He sighed, staring down at Eddie with adoration. “I know its dumb, getting so caught up in the future, but I do dream. I wish that it could be you, me and six little nuggets.”

“Six little nuggets, Christ, we might have to compromise on three, four if you want an even ratio of boys and girls, Harrington.” Eddie giggled.

“Nope, six, it’s gotta be six, Munson.“ Steve insisted with a dumb, lovesick grin. “I even got the names already picked out.”

“Oh, I wanna hear this.”

“For girls, Joy, Hope and Crystal.”

“Stevie, baby, people are gonna think their parents are hippies.”

“Shh, shh, they’re good names.”

“Awful, we aren’t naming any of our kids after a rock.”

“Joy for Joyce, Eddie. Hope is cute.”

“Hope is passable. I will let you have Joy. But not Crystal.”

“Whatever, this is all hypothetical anyway, Eds.” Steve rolled his eyes with a scoff. “And for boys-”

“Eddie Junior.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Van Helsing.”

“We are not-”

“Zeppelin.”

“I will kill you if you name our child Zeppelin.”

“Okay, okay...How about Phil? Or Taylor?”

“Is it after a band member?”

“...Maybe.” Eddie admitted with a soft pout and Steve sat back with a laugh, back supported by Eddie’s knees. He looked down at his boyfriend, smiling softly as the man grinned back, smoothing his hands up his thighs with a hum, curling up to meet Steve halfway in a quick kiss. “Taylor’s nice though.”

“Taylor is nice. But it wasn’t any of my picks.”

“A point for Taylor. That can replace Crystal.” He teased and Steve rolled his eyes.

“Timothy.”

“Timmy? Really?”

“William.”

“Oh, Will might cry if you do that.”

“And...Wayne.” Eddie’s brows jumped up, big brown eyes going soft.

“Really?”

“It’s a good name. And we’re currently sharing my imaginary word, so you can have that.”

“Baby.” Eddie heaved up and wrapped his arms around Steve’s middle, burying his face in his chest. “I would love that.”

“I know.” Steve’s heart ached, knowing it wasn’t a reality, but it was nice talking about the future as if all their dreams would come true.

“I know this is supposed to be a super sweet moment, Stevie, but talking about our future kids makes me really wanna get started on just that.” Eddie kissed at his ticklish neck and Steve laughed, shoving his shoulder playfully.

“Is that what does it for you?” Steve joked. “Kids?”

“Ugh, don’t say it like that, Stevie, gross.” Eddie groaned, grunting as he tipping them both, Steve’s back hitting the fluffy blanket with a cackle. Steve allowed himself to be silenced by Eddie’s lips, humming softly as he wrapped his arms around his neck.

Eddie’s hands found the button of his jeans and Steve moaned, dick stirring in anticipation. Eddie broke the kiss, pressing little pecks to the corner of his lip, lips pressed against his flushed cheek as he focused on getting his zipper down and the denim shimmed as far as it could go with the little space between them.

“Eddie,” He sighed, rocking into Eddie’s warm palm as the metalhead kissed down his jaw. Eddie let out a soft curse as Steve squeezed his hips with his thighs, a weakness Steve had tagged into early and loved teasing him with. Eddie might not want to touch every base, but he sure did react when Steve hit the ball far enough out.

“Jesus, Stevie, you have no idea...” Eddie squeezed the outline of his cock, slipping his hand under the waistband to thumb at the sensitive slit. Steve hissed, the air cold against the head of his cock.

“Come on, Eddie, tell me. Tell me everything you wanna do...” He liked Eddie’s voice, liked how low and smooth it was in the heat of the moment. He wanted to hear everyone of Eddie’s desires and fulfill every single one.

“Shit.” Eddie pulled back with a sharp inhale, pushing his bangs back as his other hand continued to slowly stroke his boyfriends cock. He liked Steve’s dick, pink and pretty like he had imagined it to be. He was more than a little obsessed with Harrington’s pretty dick, dark chest hair and the little spots on his soft tummy that protruded just above the waistband of his jeans as of recent. Love induced cushioning, he dubbed it, much to Steve’s grumbling. Eddie had softened a little in the middle with the addition of Steve’s frequent home cooking.

He loved Steve’s body so damn much.

“This is probably really poor timing-”

“If you kill the mood right now, Eddie, I will make fuzzy dice out of your balls and hang them on my rear-view mirror.” Steve groaned, bucking into Eddie’s hand.

“Good luck with that.” Eddie laughed nervously, eyes zeroed in on Steve’s dark pink lips, parted with little gasps of pleasure. Fuck, he should have said something months ago when Steve asked him out. He was way too deep in for this not to hurt if it went sideways.

“Fuck, Eddie, don’t stop.” He twisted his wrist and licked his lips, bending down to kiss Steve hard. Steve melted like he always did, open and eager. Steve’s desire for him had become addicting, relieving in a way, and Eddie felt anxiety fester in his heart as he kissed Steve breathless.

“Steve.” He squeezed his cock and stopped all together, Steve letting out a soft whine.

“Eddie, don’t tease me, fuck.” Steve spared him a look, flushed and hair mused and Eddie wanted nothing more than to give him what he wanted.

“Steve, I gotta tell you something.”

“It can’t wait?” Steve complained, but he held Eddie’s gaze, focused on his pinched brows and bobbing throat. “Okay. Fuck, okay, I’m listening.” He was being blue balled by Eddie’s damn kicked puppy expression and he’d like to wipe it off his face quickly so they could go back to kissing.

“I, uh, I should have told you forever ago. Nobody really knows outside my Uncle, I knew pretty young and was real stubborn, so I didn’t want anyone knowing shit-”

“Eddie, cut to the chase. I can handle it.” Steve huffed a soft laugh, reaching up to hold his face and caress his thumb against his cheek. Eddie leaned into it with with a sigh, smiling sadly.

“I wasn’t born a guy, Stevie. I don’t know if you know much about, uh, transgenderism, but that’s me. Transgender.”

“You’re...transgender?” The word sounded familiar, but it was much like the term ‘lesbian’ and ‘bisexual’. He hadn’t been aware of what it really meant to people until Robin told him.

“Yeah.” Eddie cleared his throat.

“So...you were born a girl?” He couldn’t see it. Eddie was pretty, sure, but in a boyish way. And his body - even if it was only his silhouette, it was masculine. Broad shoulders, narrow hips. Sure, he wore layers and his hands were daintier than Steve’s, and his thigh filled out a pair of jeans in an almost obscene manner, but that hadn’t seemed feminine. It was just Eddie’s style, Eddie having amazing legs, and nimble fingers for his sweetheart’s chords.

Eddie was a guy. With a smooth, low voice and the softest peach fuzz on his upper lip that tickled Steve’s when they kissed.

“I mean, technically.” Eddie cleared his throat, shrinking into himself, and Steve’s heart constricted in panic. Eddie shouldn’t shy away, especially not from him. Steve had spent months dragging Eddie completely out of his shell of insecurity and doubts. Steve never wanted Eddie to feel like he couldn’t be vulnerable with him.

“Hey, hey, don’t do that.” Steve guided Eddie’s gaze back to his, smiling with probably a little too much teeth. “I don’t- I don’t really get it, but that doesn’t matter. You could be a guy, a girl, a damn demogorgan, and I’d still love you, Eds.”

Eddie’s heart skipped a beat.

“You love me, Stevie?” Steve realized what he had said as Eddie grinned down at him. Steve’s ears burned as he pinched Eddie’s cheek hard. He yelped.

“We were just planning our future together, idiot. Take a hint, I shouldn’t have to spell it out.” Steve muttered. “Yes, I love you.”

“Just wanted to confirm. No take backsies.” Eddie was a beacon of sunshine as he buried himself in Steve’s chest, squeezing him tight in a hug. “I love you too, Harrington. And one day, I’m gonna give you my last name.”

“Your last name?” Steve scoffed despite the way his stomach fluttered.

“Mm. Stevie Munson. Eddie Harrington is a mouthful, baby.”

“Edmund Harrington and Steve Harrington sounds much more sophisticated.”

“Barf. Rockstars have cool names, Stevie.” Steve hummed is agreement, not really caring to argue. He just held Eddie, trying to process Eddie’s words.

“So no one else knows?”

“Nope.”

“Was your name always Eddie?”

“Nah. Chose it myself. Uncle helped me with the paperwork.”

“I like it. Suits you.” Steve ran his hands through Eddie’s curls. “Is this why we never had sex?”

“Kinda.” Eddie admitted sheepishly. “Didn’t know how to tell you.”

“I’m glad you did.” Steve smiled softly. “Thank you.”

“You know, we could actually have a family of our own.” Eddie said quietly. “I always wanted to be a dad.”

“Don’t the doctors like, remove that stuff?” He had seen a few news articles about men who became women, going under the knife. Had Eddie done that?

“Can’t really afford that.” Eddie chuckled. “Not too fussed on below the belt. I mean, I’d prefer a flesh and blood dick, but silicone works wonders.” He grinned against Steve’s neck.

“Oh my god.”

“Could give you a show sometime?” Eddie purred, kissing his jaw and grinding the rough denim of his crotch against Steve’s flagging dick. Steve groaned, biting back a hiss at the friction.

“Fuck, you better.” Steve moaned as Eddie sucked on his sweet spot, leaving behind a dark hickey. “Can I touch you now, or is tha- ah, ha - is that still off the table?”

Eddie paused in his teasing, looking a little caught off guard before pulling back and nodding quickly.

“Fuck Stevie, I’ve been wanting your fingers on my dick since I fucking met you.” He laughed breathlessly as he shook his jacket off, pulling his shirt off over his head. Steve’s eyes fell to his chest, frowning at the bandages.

“That can’t be safe.” He frowned, fingers skimming the redness peaking out from the edges of the tightly wrapped bandages.

“I don’t usually- I’m not that busty.” Eddie said awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. “But when we’re alone together you wanna touch and cuddle and I- I didn’t want you to notice. I didn’t want to feel you- touch them.”

“Okay.” Steve could see that Eddie was uncomfortable and lowered his hand to his hip. His eyes trailed down his stomach to the dark trail of hair that dipped below his belt and heat pooled low in his belly. He didn’t realize that was a turn on, but he had never wanted to lick him more. Fuck.

“I won’t touch your, uh, chest. But that can’t be comfortable. I don’t want to do this if you’re pain, and that looks way too tight.”

“It’s fine. I’m used to it.”

“Eddie.”

“Steve, I can’t just- I don’t want you to see them, okay? I don’t like the idea of you-” He pursed his lips, voice thin before looking away.

“Of me what?”

“Of you...thinking I’m some chick.” Steve’s lips parted into a soft ‘o’ as it sunk in. Eddie considered his chest to be womanly, something that didn’t belong on a man, on him. Steve hadn’t really put much thought into it. Eddie’s chest was just Eddie’s chest. He hadn’t really thought of anything past giving his lungs a little extra breathing room.

“Eddie, look at me.” It took a moment, but Eddie met his eyes for just a moment before looking down. “I won’t look, okay? We can take these off, ease the pressure for a bit, and you can put your shirt back on, alright? Does that help?”

“...Yeah. Yeah, fuck. Sorry, I’m being fucking weird, I get so sensitive about this shit-”

“Hey, no, don’t apologize.” Steve squeezed his hip with a reassuring smile. “I don’t get it. Not really. I probably never will. But I will do everything in my power to make you comfortable and happy, Eddie. Okay?”

Eddie stared at him a long moment, looking lost for words. His eyes grew misty and he looked away, nodding, discreetly wiping his eyes.

“Okay.” He nodded slowly. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me. I’m your boyfriend. I’m supposed to make you happy, Eds.” He reached hesitantly for the bandages, checking for the tucked end. He found it and tugged it free, Eddie taking it from his hands. Steve turned his head away, picking up Eddie’s shirt and offering it to him. After a long minute of unwinding, Eddie letting out an audible sound of relief, he took the shirt from him and pulled it back over his head.

“Decent?” Eddie hummed and Steve looked back at Eddie, offering him a soft smile. “Better?”

“Yeah. Thanks.” Eddie returned the smile, cupping Steve’s cheek gently, looking at him with mellow adoration.

“We can cuddle, if you want?” Steve murmured, leaning into Eddie’s hand. “It’s a lot, right?”

“I don’t care.” Eddie leaned in to kiss Steve softly. “I’ve been holding myself back for months, Stevie. I want nothing more than to do the devils tango. With you, specifically.” He kissed him again and Steve grinned against his lips, barely holding back a laugh.

“I’d hope with me. Specifically.” Steve propelled himself forward with a grunt of strength, Eddie letting out a delighted laugh as he was flopped back against the fluffy blanket, tables turned as Steve muffled his laughter with kisses. His amusement grew into excitement as he giggling like a lovesick school girl between each lingering smooch, stomach swooping as Steve’s fingers popped his jeans open with expertise.

“This okay?” Steve breathed between kisses, laying his warm hand over the waistband of his briefs, thumb running along the dark trial leading down.

“Fuck yeah, Stevie, better than okay.” He shifted his hips up to show his enthusiasm, ignoring his own anxiety as Steve licked into his mouth. Eddie had been craving this for months, release under Steve’s perfect fucking fingers, and he was not letting his own foolish brain ruin this for him.

Steve’s hand slid beneath cotton and denim, past coarse curls to heat and slick and Eddie sighs sweetly, red lips parted ever so slightly.

Steve smirked, a little too proud, sinking his fingers between soft folds and pinching Eddie’s dick between his knuckles. Steve nearly cums right then and there, dick jumping at the low, rumbling moan that escapes Eddie’s lips as he lolled his head back. It’s not the sensation so much as the noise that Eddie makes that has his brain functions fizzling out. He thought Eddie sounded good with Steve’s lips on his neck, with his tongue curling around his, but it paled in comparison to the way Eddie grinds into his touch, eyes fluttering shut.

Steve had been content to welcome his bottom era when he realized he liked Eddie, a notorious freak with handcuffs just idly hanging on his wall. Eddie had taken the lead in most of their sexual encounters and Steve was happy to be led. He could definitely see the appeal though, now that he had Eddie under him.

He was would never be the sadist that Eddie was, but by Gods green earth, Steve would put up a good fight on occasion to get this sight again.

Steve’s lips found the curve of his exposed throat and adorned it with kisses, exploring the new territory with his fingers. Maybe it was because he was scared to fuck up that he moved so slowly, getting a feel for the thick nub, but he must have been doing something right because Eddie was sighing sweetly, eyes shut and cheeks ruddy, leaning his hips into Steve’s touch.

Steve liked to think himself a romantic above all else, halting Eddie’s soft moans with a leisurely kiss, rolling his dick under his pointer. Eddie bucked, thighs flexing and breath shaky against his upper lip, and Steve grinned to himself.

“Feel good, hm, Eddie?” So he’s a little cocky, sue him, he’s got his boyfriend who’s been teasing him for months under his thumb (literally) and it was glorious.

“I’d ask you to go faster, but fuck, this is kinda doing it for me.” Eddie said breathlessly, groaning as he rolled his hips up into his hand, body begging for more even as heat curled low in his gut, hot and tight.

“You’re fuckin’ gorgeous, Eddie.” Steve breathed in awe, mesmerized by the flex of his stomach that peaked out from under his shirt that had ridden up. His dick ached as Eddie whimpered, his little grinds into Steve’s purposefully fingers growing shaky, stuttering the longer Steve teased him, like he couldn’t decided whether or not he could handle the end.

“Fuck, fuck, Stevie, baby.” Eddie’s hand crawled up his face to cover his mouth, breathing hard through his nose, thighs squeezing Steve’s waist in a bruising grip and Steve understood the appeal now because holy shit, it was hot to feel the tremble in them, the jump and flex, the dig of his heel in the dip of his back.

Steve didn’t dare stop, peeling Eddie’s hand off his mouth and pinning it above his head, kissing him hard. He felt drunk on Eddie’s pleasure, moaning with him as the man intertwined their fingers despite the awkward angle, pulling him so close by the waist Steve’s hand was crushed between their dicks.

Steve expected something, a noise, but Eddie was silent, choking on his climax as his entire body shuddered and he pulsed beneath his fingers. Steve swore against Eddie’s temple as the man gasped in air, chest heaving and the tips of his bangs sticking to his face. Steve was throbbing in his jeans and he was sure he would cum within two seconds if he touched himself right now.

“Jesus, Stevie, I get why girls liked the King Harrington now.” Eddie wheezed out a laugh and Steve snorted, slipping his fingers away from the heat to rest idly in course curls, pressing soft kisses against Eddie’s flushed skin.

“I really didn’t have as much game as you think I do.” Steve chuckled. “I took many girls on dates, but I slept with very few in comparison.”

“Wow, I feel so special.” Eddie drawled and Steve grinned.

“You are.” Steve purred, kissing him sweetly. “Never did anything with a guy until you, so I think you’re very special.”

“Lucky me.” Eddie smirked, burying his hand in Steve’s hair and tugging him back into a filthy kiss. Steve melted into it, denim pressed against denim, grinding against the heat with a soft groan. He had practically forgotten what even got them to this point until Eddie broke the kiss and whispered.

“You know, you could really knock me up if you wanted to.”

Steve’s brain went blank at those words, entire body flushing with arousal. Then the embarrassment at his own body’s reaction burned his flesh hotter and he cleared his throat, blinking rapidly to try and reset his functions, tongue too big for his mouth.

“I-” He looked down at Eddie who was smirking at him, like he fucking knew what he was doing to Steve, and Steve felt an inkling of shame. “I-I can’t do that to you, man. I mean, you’re a guy, right? And- and I respect that, I do. I’m not gonna...make you some kind of trophy wife.” It’s a weak excuse because honestly, Steve wanted nothing more than to fuck Eddie raw, lady parts or gentleman parts aside. Even before Eddie told him, he had had some nasty fucking dreams about the shit he’d like to do to Eddie’s hole - holes plural, now.

“That’s cute, Stevie, but I’ve always wanted kids, and I really don’t mind doing it the old fashioned way. If anything, I’m begging you to fuck my shit up.” Eddie grinned, all teeth and dangerously confident. There was a small part of Steve that was reluctant, unsure how to handle Eddie’s complete disregard for gender norms involving carrying a child, but he didn’t get to dwell on it with Eddie shoving him off. Steve fell on his ass with a soft sound of surprise.

He looked up and swallowed his words back down at the sight of Eddie shedding his jeans, a downright predatory grin on his lips. Steve’s eyes trailed down long legs, muscled thighs and strong calves, gliding them back up as his briefs dropped next, gulping. He was unsure if he was allowed to look, but he got a glance, and that was enough to make him flustered beyond belief because Eddie in unfairly hot standing before him like a Greek statue. He was still wearing his Hellfire shirt, and Steve watched as he pulled it up his stomach slowly, tying it off at his ribs. It was too baggy to see much shape, but he wasn’t focused on Eddie’s chest, no, he was salivating over the lamp-silhouetted middle dusted in dark hairs that snaked down the soft dip of his stomach.

“Stay.” Steve nodded without a second thought, eyes falling to his ass as Eddie walked away to rummage through his bag. Steve rolled onto his side, propping his head up with a hand as he admired his mostly naked boyfriend. Was there a better sight than this? Steve doubted it.

He furrowed his brows at the tube of lube Eddie pulled out.

“Why do you have that?”

“I wanted to be prepared.” Eddie paused in his endeavor to stand and sunk down down to dig deeper in his bag. He pulled out black straps and something solid...

“Is that a dick?”

“Always prepared.” Eddie grinned, barely containing his laughter. Steve wondered how many times Eddie had brought that out to dates and bit his lip, already thinking of where they could meet next with zero interruptions.

“Next time.”

“Next time.” Eddie’s eyes sparkled and practically threw it back down in favor of tossing the lube at Steve, who fell back trying to catch it.

“I still don’t get why we need-” Eddie crawled into Steve’s lap like he wanted to devour him, hand reaching down to tug Steve’s jeans down properly and Steve was happy to assist, his bottoms barely halfway down his thighs when Eddie stole the tube back.

“My ride needs a little grease to run smoothly.” Eddie said vaguely, popping the tube open as Steve kicked his pants off. He hissed when Eddie squirted cold lube over his dick, the excess sliding over his balls and dripping down his ass onto the blanket. Ruined, for sure, but Steve didn’t have the time to complain before Eddie was tossing the tube aside and sitting back against his dick like it was his throne. Steve let out a punched-out groan, grabbing his hips, but Eddie didn’t move an inch.

He was hot, fucking molten, and Steve’s head was fuzzy with desire the longer Eddie rested there, twisting his hips ever so slightly so he could feel it against the length of his dick, the pretty pink tip oozing precum that caught on black curls and dotted against his belly.

“You’re a fucking cock-tease, Eddie.” He should have guessed it, Eddie’s edged him enough times to show off his sadistic streak, but it still got him harder than anything else on this fucking earth.

“Come on, big boy.” Eddie laughed low and deep, leaning down to purr into his ear like he wasn’t already ruining Steve for anyone else. “You want that family of six, you might wanna get started now.”

Oh.

Oh. That’s a thought. A wicked, tempting thought that should have never seen the light of day, but now he was really thinking about it. About fucking Eddie, filling him, owning a fragment of this man for life, keeping him full and glowing and Christ, he shouldn’t be this hard over the idea of Eddie having his baby. Because he knew Eddie would be a good dad, and it was kind of endearing and potent horny material for Steve’s fucked up little mind.

He wasn’t thinking of the consequences when his control snapped, Eddie letting out a little yelp of laughter as Steve rolled them over, snatching Eddie’s lips in a heady kiss. But Eddie’s hands were in his hair and scratching up his back like he fucking wanted every consequence spoken into existence and Steve was not going to deny his boyfriend a fucking thing.

The lube left his hand sticky when he grasped himself, and he was pretty sure it was going to be everywhere once they were done, but it was strangely hot to think about. He wanted to make a mess, make Eddie messy and unable to look at anyone else but him. He was a little possessive, but he had considered Eddie to be his since he pressed that broken bottle against his throat.

He could barely pull away from his lips, intoxicated by the little sigh Eddie gave when he slipped inside, tight and hot and Steve had to stop once he bottomed out because he was going to finish this before it even began if he didn’t.

“Fuck, knew you’d feel good, sweetheart.” It made his head spin a little, the tug to his hair that guided his head back, the hoarseness of his voice as he spoke, the firm press of lips and the scent of weed on his breath. It was perfect, everything was perfect, and Steve heard lube squelch obscenely as he rolled his hips, fucking deeper, wanting to stay buried in the heat forever.

“Don’t be shy,” Eddie’s amusement intertwined with his low whisper. “Give it to me, big boy.” Steve didn’t need to be told twice. He didn’t care if he came too quick, he needed to move.

Eddie wasn’t loud, but his body was. From the way his grip grew tighter to the way his leg curled around his waist, ankles hooked, his shoulders rising and falling with the soft breathy sounds he couldn’t contain. A moan slipped past his lips when Steve’s kissed his jaw, the taste of salt on his tongue as he drove his hips forward, sticky slapping filling the room. Steve knew he was being louder than his partner, but there was no shame to be felt about it, not when Eddie was panting in his ear and digging crescent moons into the curve of his shoulder.

“Fuck, Stevie, that’s it.” Steve couldn’t deny the shiver that ran down his spine when Eddie spoke, the way his back bowed when his fingers traced the length of it, exhaling a shaky moan. “You feel so good, baby, keep going.” Steve choked back a whimper at the praise, head pleasantly fuzzy as he pressed his body along the length of his, sinking into Eddie’s voice.

“Feels good, don’t it?” He was laughing in his ear, husky and teasing, and Steve moaned softly against his hair, grinding into the slick heat. “You wanna cum, baby? You’ve been so patient, waiting your turn...”

His fingers threaded and twisted in his hair where it was getting long in the back and Steve’s hips stuttered with a gasp.

“Please, fuck, Eddie.” He was desperate, teetering right near the edge and Eddie hummed, tugging gently to keep Steve going, like he was the jockey and his hand the whip, keeping him running. Leading him to go faster, harder.

“Go on, Stevie, cum for me.” Eddie chuckled, a pitched sigh escaping him as Steve rolled his hips in a steady rhythm, the slap of skin and lube lewd in their ears. Steve kissed the skin he could reach while in Eddie’s grip, not daring to fight it, not when it felt so good, and gasped against the faintest brush of lips.

“Jesus, Eds, I’m so close.” His tongue felt heavy, heart thumping so hard he could feel it in his fingers and toes, but he couldn’t stop the snap of his hips. Eddie swore softly as he stole another kiss, barely grazing his lower lip, eyes dark and cheeks flushed with pleasure. Steve felt his hand against the side of his neck and moaned, leaning into it before Eddie guided his head to the left, lips brushing the shell of his ear. His breathing was uneven, heavy, but warm against his skin and Steve’s eyes fluttered closed.

“Come on, Stevie, breed me till I can’t fuckin’ move.” Fireworks. Steve never thought he’d feel them, but fuck if he could describe it as anything else. They erupt all over his skin as he came hard, a strangled whine muffled into Eddie’s shoulder. It felt like the longest orgasm of his life, riding it out with little bucks, fucking deeper until his strength gave out, sagging against Eddie. He could hear Eddie’s huff of amusement in his ear, his grip loosening. His hand ran through his hair, root to length and down to his nape. Steve felt himself relax even more, turning into a puddle under the attention. Eddie’s legs are still wrapped around him, keeping him close, and he was warm, throbbing dully around his sensitive cock.

“You’re fucking adorable, Stevie.” Eddie’s grin pressed against his temple, kissing gently, Steve felt the fuzziness slowly clear, rising from his afterglow slowly. He raised his chin to meet his lips, seeking out the taste of weed and flesh. He shifted, hands finding Eddie’s thighs, and the other moaned airily.

“Did you cum?” He asked, partially distracted by Eddie’s lips. Eddie’s lips thinned before he wrinkled his nose.

“I don’t really get off on this kind of stuff. Penetrative, I mean.” Steve’s ears burned, a swell of guilt forming in his chest.

“If you’re not into it, you should have told-”

“Oh no, I’m into it, it just doesn’t...finish me off.” Eddie explained flippantly, waving his hand like it doesn’t matter. “It’s fine. This was for you, sweetheart.” Eddie grinned, brown eyes soft as he pulled Steve back in for a kiss. Steve only allowed one before he huffed.

“You’re coming.”

“Am I?” Eddie laughed at the determined pinch of his boyfriends brows, his clenched jaw. He raised himself up by his elbows, biting his lower lip. “You already got me off once, I really am fine.”

“Lemme suck you off.” Steve paused and frowned. “Eat you out?”

“You had me at sucking me off.” Eddie corrected, tongue between his teeth as he grinned, daring Steve to follow through. Steve slipped out with barely a sigh, Eddie splaying his legs out lazily. Steve slid his hands up Eddie’s stomach as he laid down on his front, sticky against the blanket but uncaring at that point. He dragged his tongue over Eddie, the man inhaling sharply, ringed hand sliding into Steve’s hair as his head tipped back.

The lube coated his tongue in a slightly sweet taste, but it was vaguely unpleasant in the back of his throat. He didn’t dwell on it, focusing on the bitter taste of his own cum that leaks past puffy lips, the tang of sweat beneath all of it.

“It seems counter-productive to clean up your mess if you’re trying to knock me up, sweetheart.” Eddie’s hip twitched under his hand as it glided down his skin and between his legs, chest stuttering with a gasp.

“I’m not cleaning it up.” He replied hoarsely, tonguing swirling around his dick, his fingers sliding along the slit and slipping inside. He sucked sweetly, half-mast eyes staring up at his boyfriend that was clenching around the digits. Like a cat who got the cream, Steve purred internally, laving Eddie’s cock in attention as he fingered his cum deeper into his fluttering hole.

He groaned when Eddie’s legs hooked over his shoulders, keeping his mouth pressed to his mound. Steve didn’t know what he looked like right now, but Eddie spared him one glance and had to look away, a guttural groan ripped from his vocal cords.

“Fuck, you’re pretty, Stevie.” Steve preened under the compliment, milk coffee lashes fluttering against red cheeks. He could feel Eddie throbbing, constricting, and he kissed his cock with tongue like a hooker conning a client into another round, moaning as Eddie’s thighs cradled each side of his head, lost in the burn of course hair and hot skin until the dam broke.

Eddie came hard and Steve was just there for the ride, groaning as his thighs squeezed his head, gushing over his fingers and pulsing in his mouth. He nuzzled between his leg as Eddie twitched, stomach trembling, elbows giving way until he was splayed out on the floor, hair haloing him. Steve kissed his cock gently and Eddie shoved his head weakly with his hand with a sound of protest, making the brunet laugh.

Steve pulled away, sitting up on his knees as he sucked the mess off his fingers, sweet and bitter and tangy. He liked how they tasted together. He crawled up Eddie’s body and kissed him hard, buzzing with happiness.

“We should get married.” He muttered against Eddie’s lips, drunk on his overflowing feelings. “Court house, witness.” He kissed up Eddie’s cheek, babbling a bit. “Wait, no, we can’t get married, fuck, maybe we could have like some kind of union or something.”

“Stevie, baby, if you keep fucking me like this, my uncle will be there with a shotgun to make you take responsibility.” Eddie grinned and Steve’s dick twitched. He shouldn’t be raring to go at the idea, but his half-doped up brain thought that it was amazing.

“Should do it again. Make sure it sticks.” Eddie laughed, shoving his shoulder but didn’t resist when Steve rolled him over with a grunt, continuing to giggle like he was high. Steve pressed against his back and kissed his shoulder, hands slipping under the Hellfire shirt to hook it up over Eddie’s head. The man raised his arms up, giving him his silent consent to see more, hair falling into his face and chest pressed against the blanket. Steve brushed his hair aside, kissing his cheek and down his neck, tracing his fingers along Eddie’s shoulder blades.

“Always wanted to do it like this.” Steve breathed into his neck, Eddie letting out a soft hum. “You’re so beautiful, Eddie.” There was a soft, tender part of him that kind of wanted to cry because it was true. Eddie was more beautiful than anything Steve had seen and he had thought so since the day he laid his gaze on those big brown eyes, alight with joy as he talked on and on about seeing Ozzy live as a kid.

He wanted to be able to call him beautiful for the rest of their lives.

He moaned softly as he sunk back home, hooking his forearm under Eddie’s bicep, rocking them slowly as he molded himself to his back. Eddie’s hand found his, holding it against his shoulder with an answering moan.

“I’d marry you, if we could.” Eddie murmured, eyes shut and lips parted ever so slightly. Steve buried his nose in his neck and nodded.

“Me too.” Eddie gasped softly, lashes fluttering as Steve quickened his pace, hot breath caressing his ear. “I’m gonna take good care of both of you, Eddie.” Eddie shivered and melted beneath him as he spoke, voice low with intent. “All you gotta do is keep taking it just...” He snapped his hips and Eddie throbbed, dick grinding into the blanket. “Like...” Steve placed a hand on the dip of his back, pressing him deeper into the cushion, his legs shaking. “This.” His lips sealed against the top vertebrae, fleeting, soft, and Eddie’s entire body shook with it, bowing and squeezing his hand so tightly it hurt.

Eddie’s lips trembled, wetting them as he sagged. The promise in his words were damming and Eddie was certain he was fucked.

But fuck, he did not care in the slightest.

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PLEASE talk about It Devours! and any other theories you have (esp about 171, I didn't spend 32 straight hours overanalyzing it for nothing p l e a s e) -local Carlos stanon

LOL okay thank you for the ask! I will number my ramblings the same way I did in my post. 

Long post is long.

It Devours!, A Spy In The Desert Secret, and general podcast spoilers. CWs for abuse, pregnancy, and mentions of PTSD, grief, and trauma, although I don’t elaborate on them.

1.) 171 thoughts: Complete thoughts will come in a separate post! Hopefully! I keep meaning to write it and my brain doesn’t cooperate, but the too long don’t read version is “33, 106, and 171 all are the same event from 3 different points of view (all of whom are versions of Cecil) and it’s a cycle of self-sabotage resulting from the abuse he endured from his mother.” I also have supporting lines from additional episodes for this, but on top of that, Mab the bus driver in it Devours is ALSO mentioned as seeing a flickering in a mirror, which is a very significant part of the Cecil Mirror Lore I’ve been conducting. It’s coupled with her feeling a prevailing sense of unease, like her and all her passengers are in danger, and it is... very familiar. I haven’t figured out what the implications of this are yet. I am still thinking. 

2.) Esteban Nonsense: I went through a lot of canon and a lot of thinking to determine that his birthday is probably around November 1st, 2017. This means that during the events of It Devours, Carlos and Cecil are literally preparing to bring a baby home. 

It Devours was released October 17th, 2017, and I read it as taking place before then in canon (because Joseph and Jeffery would have had to submit a manuscript for approval and editing, things take time.) It takes place between 111 and 117 somewhere in my opinion. Adoption is a long process, it takes months and more often years to get approved and to get a child, and maybe it’s different in Night Vale, but Carlos’ actions in It Devours become... a lot more tragic and frantic if you can imagine he’s anxiously awaiting his own child. His reaction to Janice almost being Devoured is emotional and powerful, and he obviously cares for her so so much, but when you add a layer of “I have to stop this now because our family is growing soon” it just. WHUMP. I live for it. 

For bonus whump, you could accept a headcanon I have that Cecil’s cousin Sabina is a surrogate for them, and in 113 she is pregnant with Esteban and not her own daughter. Then, imagine that Sabina is in Night Vale during It Devours.

For bonus bonus whump, also consider: Carlos trans, Carlos seahorse dad, Carlos currently pregnant, and early on, and fucking terrified of what’s happening around him (he did choose not to go out for drinks with Nilanajana and crew to celebrate the defeat of “The Smiling God,” just sayin’ 👀) [disclaimer I’m transmasc and I’m conducting original research into improving communication and resource accessibility for transmasculine people who want to become or are pregnant; this isn’t a fetish thing; trans people can choose how they use their own bodies; die by my sword if you’re a freak about this]

3.) Overanalyzing Themes: The thematic elements in It Devours are very interesting! It is, of course, a commentary on science/logic and faith/emotion and how completely devoting (ha!) yourself to one and denying the other entirely can be dangerous. In addition to that, however, it also deals heavily with themes of trauma, PTSD, and grief. 

For that first point, I want to point out that the logic/emotion argument is completely symmetrical between the major and minor characters, and that there’s 3 tiers, in a way. Carlos vs Pastor Munn and Gordon; Nilanajana vs Darryl, and Mark and Luisa vs Stephanie and Jamillah. Carlos and Pastor Munn are both fully “destroyed” in different ways (emotionally and... physically, respectively) by their absolute inability to view the other side of this debate. Nilanajana and Darryl both start out as very polar but learn, through each other, the importance of the other side of things, and the Dumbass Crew as I am calling the rest of them are just Dumb and I adore them. Additionally, there is one character whose worldview is a shockingly good balance between scientific/logical thought and faith, and it’s god damn Larry LeRoy with with historical dioramas. If you’ve ever studied history you’ll know that it is conducted primarily through empirical investigation, but it is impossible to fully understand what history can teach us without also using “the historian’s tools” (as my professor called them), empathy and imagination. Not to mention the artistic side of those projects, which... art is another excellent example of the blending of both logic and emotion. Larry LeRoy is the balance between these two and also he’s the one who actually talks Carlos down in the end. Absolute fucking hero. 

I don’t have... much to say yet about grief and PTSD and trauma but they’re in there, a lot, and there’s a lot of good lines about all of them.

Also interesting, but separate, Nilanajana on page 112 says “I don’t think of home as a place, It’s more the ritual of my life. The work I do every day, and the things I like to eat, and where I like to eat them.” and Darryl on page 113 says “Sometimes where you live is just a place, no matter how long you live there.” This is partially a way of tying him and Nilanajana together (and also highlighting how Nilanajana grows throughout the book as the protagonist), but it is ALSO a very interesting additional take on the “home is a name/place” vs “home is people I love” lines we get from Kevin and Carlos/Cecil in the year 3 finale (and partially in Holiday, the patreon bonus episode, but that’s not really important enough to get into here). Kevin: Things without names don’t really exist. So I’m going to call this…well, I’m going to call it Desert Bluffs! Desert Bluffs was the name of my hometown, and by naming it Desert Bluffs, this place becomes my new hometown! We are in my home!! We are in Desert Bluffs, no matter where we are in space or time. What is a town but a name, right? Cecil:  Carlos held my shoulder and said, “Night Vale is just a name, Cecil. Night Vale is just the name for an area where everyone you love lives,” he said. “Don’t worry about the name. Worry about the everyone,” he said.

Just something to think about. 

4.) Side Character Love: Bro this one doesn’t require anything from me like, big brain analysis wise, I just... I love Josh Crayton, I love Jackie Fierro, I LOVE THEIR SIBLING RELATIONSHIP??? I am so happy we got to check in on them!!! I love that Jackie is dating Sam for SOME REASON god that’s a mess and I love it. I love Laura, the waitress at the Moonlight All Nite Diner, she’s fantastic and it was so good to read more lore about her!! I love Abby and Steve and Janice, particularly Abby! We learned more about Abby’s character in one line of this book than we did in the rest of the entirety of canon (she’s cool in a crisis and then breaks down later, alone, in the shower. Making her the LITERAL opposite of Cecil. I adore them.) PAMELA,,,,, GOD,,,, 

Basically. It Devours is an excellent novel. I had a lot of fun with it. 

Also, this is what my copy of It Devours looks like.