#i swear to god if there is mpreg I might actually have to never watch tv again

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actually sobbing

Somethings are better left on Ao3

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Since you're also in other fandoms, are there any ships/pairings you like? Who's your favourite pairing in POTO? Who are your favourite characters (from POTO to all your other fandoms) and why? Ooh, here's a rather unusual one: who's your favourite side character (name one for all your fandoms!) and why?

Yeah, definitely! Though whether some can be counted as actual “ships” is debatable, as you’ll see in a bit.

For Phantom, my favorite “ship” is the love triangle - E/C/R. Not in a polyamorous, threesome way, but one where I love the dynamics of the characters, the way they affect one another, the ways Erik and Raoul are similar and different. So it’s not quite a “ship” in a traditional sense where I want characters to end up with each other, but more in the sense that I like to explore and analyze them.

As for other “ships” or pairings, I’m just going to list, like, every fandom or random-ass thing I’ve ever loved in semi-chronological order (time to go back to my middle school fandoms!). Under the cut for length.

Harry Potter: Sirius Black and Harry Potter. I adored the godfather-godson bond between the two (absolutely no romance; I clicked on an mpreg fic of the two when I was but a wee lass of twelve and it scarred me): how Harry was the last living reminder of Sirius’s best friend, whose death he still feels responsible for; how Sirius is the parental figure Harry wanted, how they were never able to be happy god damn it Rowling. (You can imagine how much my eleven year old self cried when I read the fifth book. Oh boy, the tears.)

Star Wars: Vader and Luke. Again, totally familial, father-son relationship only. (Speaking of scarring experiences, I once stumbled on a romance fic between the two, where yes, both of them were still father and son, and I have that summary etched into my brain permanently.) The way Vader obsessively hunts down Luke, the first emotional connection he has had with a person in literal decades! The way Luke has just ached all his life for a father figure, to the point where he will take a homicidal Sith lord if that’s who he is! How he never gives up on trying to redeem him! How Luke is right. Loud screeching.

Pirates of the Caribbean: Will Turner and Bootstrap Bill and Will Turner and Henry Turner. More sad father-son dynamics (you may be noticing a pattern here). Repeat what I said with the Star Wars relationships, only with more pirates and less homicide. (And way more parental abandonment guilt.)

Halloween: Michael Myers and Laurie Strode,  remake universe. Yet again, no romance, just a severely messed-up brother-sister relationship. I can’t begin to tell you why I like the horrific relationship between a serial killer and the little sister he was so obsessed with he ruined her life, completely traumatized her, and ended up leading to her death, but I do. Maybe it’s the dark obsession aspect of it, that in the midst of all his murders, there’s still one person Michael Myers longs to have a connection with, the baby sister who represented total innocence in his mind. Maybe it’s the “what could have been” aspect too, as Laurie never recognizes him or realizes their connection until it’s far too late. Maybe I need to re-examine my life choices. I’ll figure it out someday.

Bat Boy The Musical: Bat Boy/Shelley. Yes, this is a romance; yes, they are half-brother and half-sister, yes, you can get on me about this, but in my defense how about you watch the musical and NOT come out of it shipping these two against all your better instincts.

POTO: E/C/R, as stated above and for all those reasons. Oh, and you know what - The Phantom and Gustave from Love Never Dies. Can’t get away from those father-son ships. I actually care about that relationship than E/C or R/C in LND (maybe because both E/C and R/C suck in the sequel so what else am I going to latch onto).

Batman: Listed here, but my heart really lies with three ships. Jaytim is the first: it’s the whole “angry woobie destroyer of worlds who hates everyone meets seemingly well-adjusted and cheerful individual who is secretly hiding their own issues” dynamic. Bane/Talia from The Dark Knight Rises is the second. Doesn’t matter if it’s familial, friendship, protector and protectee, or romantic, I eat it up, and to be fair, it’s never explicitly stated what the relationship is in the movie. All we know is that the two grew up together in a hellhole prison, probably dependent on and solely trusting only one another, and that bond continues even after they leave, and not even death will make them leave one another. Finally, we have Jason Todd/therapy from the Arkham games. Because the poor guy needs it.

MCU: STEVE/BUCKY (aka Stucky). This ship (again, could be friendship or romantic) dominated my thoughts for four years. Steve’s fish-out-of-water status! Bucky’s horrific imprisonment under Hydra. The way the two find each other after and the angst. The fact that Steve refuses to kill Bucky and, even after seventy years, succeeds in breakthing through to him because their connection runs that deep. The fact that Marvel just ruined this relationship so now I have to rely on fanfic. Oh yes, and I also slowly fell into the Kastle ship (Frank Castle aka The Punisher and Karen Page). Another “hardened killer with sad backstory who connects to idealistic young woman with hidden darkness” dynamic.

Terminator: T-800 aka “Uncle Bob” and John Connor. Returning to sad father-son dynamics, I have this from Terminator 2. A robot learning emotions! A boy learning to take his place as a leader and all-loving hero. The bond they form, partially because the T-800 will do nothing else but protect John and partially because John has no father-figure of his own, so his robot bodyguard will do. THE ENDING.

ASOIAF/GOT: I actually have very few ships from here other than Arya/Gendry (and only when they’re older) and, weirdly, Theon/Sansa from the show. The Gendrya ship is just cute, it may well be the most wholesome ship on here, while Theonsa has shades of Stucky in it, I suppose, given that Theon has been tortured so badly he can barely remember his own name, until Sansa turns up and reminds him enough that he breaks out of it to help her.

Favorite characters from each of those:

Harry Potter: My favorite characters from here are probably more side characters, so I’ll just say Hermione Granger. Her focus on academics, fear of failure, and conviction that the library holds all the answers, felt all too reminiscent of myself.

Star Wars: Darth Vader,  no contest whatsoever. Cool mask, cool cape, cool lightsaber, and the absolute worst life one can imagine.

Pirates of the Caribbean: Interestingly, Will Turner. Yeah, I guess Jack Sparrow is cool and Elizabeth is absolutely awesome to watch and has the greatest change in the series, but oh-so-serious Will, with his deep loyalties and slow slide into moral ambiguity because of those loyalties, fascinates me.

Halloween: Laurie Strode, all versions. My favorite final girl, my survivor of trauma (except in the remake, where, well, she doesn’t survive). Also, her daughter in the Thorn trilogy, Jamie Lloyd, the most tragic little girl to walk across a horror movie screen.

Bat Boy The Musical: Ah, wow, haven’t thought about this. I guess Bat Boy and Shelley, more by default than anything.

POTO: Christine Daae, no contest. Love her character, love her arc, love her songs, love her costumes.

Batman: Listed here.

MCU: Bucky Barnes (unless he counts as a side character), but I also love Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Karen Page, Elektra Natchios... and I’ll leave it at that.

Terminator: John Connor. (There’s a reason I haven’t watched Dark Fate yet... or ever.)

ASOIAF/GOT: Three of them! Daenerys Targaryen, who I love because she tries so hard to rule well, who is so observant and cognizant of the things going on around her. Then Sansa Stark, who makes such astounding growth, who retains her empathy and compassion throughout, who is capable of startling perception and insight which most others underestimate. And finally, Cersei Lannister. She’s terrible. I love her.

And favorite side characters from each of those:

Harry Potter: Sirius Black may well have been my first fictional crush. But Remus Lupin is the kind of person (and teacher) I aspire to be.

Batman: I swear, depending on the comic series or movie, everyone is a side character. I’ll just link to my old ask again.

Star Wars: Batman syndrome all over again; every character in Star Wars might be a side character elsewhere, and every side character gets to be the main character of their own comic, book, movie, etc. Erm... I really liked Rose from the sequel trilogy and Chirrut Imwe from Rogue One. I find Mara Jade from the Legends universe fun to read. WAIT I GOT IT - Queen Amidala’s handmaidens from Episode I (Sabe, Rabe, Eirtae, Yane, Sache). Highly trained in both politics, decorum, and weaponry, able to be utterly nondescript or the Queen’s decoy at the drop of a hat? I love.

Pirates of the Caribbean: Hmm... you know what, I thought Syrena the mermaid was pretty cute.

Halloween: Rachel Carruthers! Your typical girl-next-door but well done and with a touching relationship with her foster sister. I will die mad about her death in the fifth movie.

Bat Boy The Musical: Uh.... I’ll get back to you on this...

POTO: Carlotta is super fun.

MCU: Oh heck, Dottie Underwood. (My taste in female characters goes like this: a) intelligent and observant, 2) sweet and compassionate, 3) batsh*t insane. She’s the third.)

Terminator: Not sure how much of a side character she is, but Kate Connor. Wife and second-in-command to John Connor, able to heal wounds and kick butt depending on what the movie requires.

ASOIAF/GOT: I’ll probably think of someone else, but you know what? Queen Rhaenys Targaryen, younger sister and wife to Aegon the Conqueror, whom he wed out of desire. Playful, spirited, loved to fly, sponsored musicians, initiated reforms for the smallfolk, what’s not to love? (Apart from one possibility of her death... but we don’t talk about that.)

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Hale Sandwich ~ DiscontentedWinter, AO3

Link: Here!!

Rating: Explicit for lot’s of lemon, and maybe grapefruit??

Favorite Quote(s): Oh Jesus. He wants to provide for Stiles. He can actually imagine himself beaming proudly as he hands over a brace of dead rabbits and, because this is his fantasy, Stiles doesn’t even look faintly disgusted. Instead, he smiles, delighted, and thanks Derek with the sort of quiet sincerity that, honestly, Derek has never seen Stiles display in all the time he’s known him. Sincere? Sure. Quiet? Fuck no. Derek needs to work on the quality of his fantasies, or at least learn to better suspend his disbelief.

And

Yep. Derek would rip his still-beating heart right out of his own chest. 

And

Of course, he’s always had terrible judgment when it comes to getting laid.

And (I’m posting too much but I can’t help it)

Peter smiles as Derek folds like a cheap suit. And, under the weight of Stiles’s wide-eyed hopefulness, who could blame him? Peter’s certainly not enough of an asshole to refuse the kid, is he? It would be a downright cruelty to deny him. No, Peter’s being the picture of selfless generosity and charity, offering Stiles his dick. He’s Mother Fucking Teresa right now.

And, because we all know Peter Hale is a lying liar who lies, but we love him (In fanon where he’s usually, if not always, better written because honestly it’s hard to fuck up all that potential even worse though to be fair I have seen it, sadly.) anyways

Peter’s smile grows.

Mother Fucking Teresa.

And another one that I can’t put because it’s explicit, but it’s got something to do with Stiles oral fixation and it’s in chapter one, right after the start of everything

And this, both because OUCH MY HEART!! and also because, Awwwe, That’s why he’s so childish with his threats, how adorable!!!

The list of things that make Derek want to punch Peter is the head is ever-expanding, actually. Derek’s been updating it since he was about five. It could fill the Library of Congress by now.

One more!! LAST ONE!! LAST ONE I SWEAR TO MYSELF SINCE, TECHNICALLY I, as Satan, can’t swear to god, so like, I don’t know??? I swear to Satan, but like me as Satan Satan???

Oh, Peter likes Stiles. The boy never backs down from a challenge, even when he should. Humans are so fragile and squishy. Stiles has all the attitude of a much hardier creature. It’s either ambitious or deluded. Whatever it is, Peter approves.

Words & Chapter(s): 10,947 two chapters; though I suppose you could just ignore the second chapter if you don’t want to read the knotting, I will add that it doesn’t last long, and it’s really not that bad all things considered. A very accurate portrayal of a virgin, and someone’s first time having Certain Interactions with a weird Certain Male Body-part.

Summary: It's exactly what it says on the box.

Score: Everything this author writes is ten and up. Even the angst that I’ve gotten around to reading. I can’t decide so I’m ranking it 10.5, which is still really good, and I might read it again someday

Pairing(s): Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski/Peter Hale, BUT Peter and Derek aren’t together, Peter is more like an occasional third that’s slightly necessary for Stiles and Derek to move on to the next stage because Stiles is just as bad at emotions as Derek is, for all that he rarely shuts up. Funnily enough, most people like Stiles are like that though.

Warning(s): Hypothermia, but it’s quickly cured, I’m not sure that it’d take this long normally but Stiles might be a little magical or something so let’s roll with it, who knows, maybe werewolves have magically healing dicks I think I read something somewhat similar one time, but that’s literally all I can remember; I can’t even remember the fandom.

Stiles is a few weeks shy of eighteen, months is one thing, I don’t actually care about weeks because very little will change in two or three weeks my guys, BUT if you’re worried about that it’s completely okay, remember, you can always click the back button, there is no shame in self-care.

Knotting. First things first, I think the knotting happens after Stiles is 18, but I’m not sure, regardless 14-21 days from eighteen doesn’t make any difference to me, but still.

Pros: Derek would never admit it, not even to himself, but there’s something strangely empowering about watching another man undress Stiles. Maybe it’s the way that Stiles pinks up with a blush, and keeps glancing over at Derek looking for silent assurance that this is okay. He’s suddenly shy, his scent sharp with anxiety, and it’s Derek his gaze is seeking. Peter might be the one touching him, but Derek knows that Stiles is totally focussed on him.

This fic is really good at drawing lines, but keeping it comfortable, the characters, as per usual to this author, are very in character in the actions and personality, while also having a certain flair that the Teen Wolf show, lacked, for reasons We’ll Never Know. Derek has issues, and even though this is just a lemon fic basically, they’re still present, BUT not in an uncomfortable way ya’know? Stiles is still a little shit, Peter is still manipulative, but they have a reason for why they’re doing what it is that they’re doing. Derek’s not panicking for the sake of panic, Peter’s not Just Like That, Stiles has Something he wants, like, the characters are very, in character; I don’t think I can put it any better, not unless I were just linking the authors profile and telling you that even if it is an AU it’s still honest, and realistic, and true to the characters....

Author’s account, where the characters always act like they probably actually would if Teen Wolf had better writers and direction. Even if it’s an Alternate Universe sometimes.

Also, the porn is readable, understandable, and I am never once left wondering what’s happening to who, by who which is always really fucking great.

Okay, I REALLY don’t like knotting, it’s right up there with Mpreg and ABSOLUTELY ANY FANFICTION AT ALL THAT INCLUDES THE WORD BOYPUSSY WTF PLEASE STOP MAKING THAT A KINK THIS IS EXACTLY WHY WE CAN’T HAVE NICE THINGS. But, and hear me out on this, But, the way it is done here? Is amazing, it’s talked about, it’s explained, there’s a process and there’s consent, and honestly, as much as I’d fucking love to go more into detail, I can’t without spoiling it. I will say, however, that it only lasts for a little bit regardless of the fact that the whole second chapter is technically about that.

Gif Aesthetic: okay this isn’t it but I couldn’t help myself wtf this is hysterical!!!

Stiles

Sorta

And technically yes, but also technically no :/ but it’s as close as I could find to what I meant

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Original mpreg anon here, please continue this I love it!! And I LOVE it being end game gryles. Maybe once Harry realizes he’s actually pregnant he moves in with nick, unofficially, like he did back in 2012, and when nick halfheartedly protests he explains that it’s really all nick’s fault that he took the test ‘without you none of this would have happened nicholas’. even though he’s pretty sure that’s not how pregnancy works he can never say no to harry, self preservation be damned...

It’s you, the real hero! Thank you for checking in, and thank you for this premise that I have completely taken astray!

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I am so sorry to have to tell you that Harry does not move in with Nick. This is partly because I’ve already written pregnant Harry moving in with somebody and I want something different. BUT ALSO because Harry is rich as hell, and I do not want to deny him the pleasure of nesting the fuck out of Erskine House. This is what he was waiting for, back when he was a teenager buying a house because he thought he had to, even though it felt too big, too lonely, too much. He wasn’t expecting it to happen this way, of course, but it all makes sense. This is the moment he’s been waiting for. He’s gonna finish that nest, and he’s gonna hatch a baby.

It’s good to be back in London, hanging out with his London friends and enjoying a long stretch of time with no official appearance. He figures he’s got at least a couple of months before he’ll be showing that much, if he buys himself some time by eating smart and keeping off the weight that’s just post-tour laziness. So when he and Nick are shopping one afternoon, he drags Nick into a couple of posh baby shops and buys some very expensive but very adorable little outfits. (Decisions about clothing a girl baby present a painful struggle between Harry’s love of pink and Harry’s love of gender fluidity.)

Of course, a blurry cellphone photo makes the rounds on twitter and tumblr. Harry’s in thousand-dollar trackies, holding up a striped onesie to get Nick’s opinion (#gryles baby shopping #get married already #put a baby in him). Liz gets fifty anons and starts a moodboard about it. But everyone just assumes they’re shopping for one of Harry’s or Nick’s millions of godchildren.

Harry’s favorite scruffy white boys come over to the house for writing sessions, laying the groundwork for the second album. Harry pours all of his pregnancy feelings into his songwriting, and the results are pretty fucking weird. Obscure instruments, references to waxing moons and ripening fruit, and an extended Virgin Mary metaphor that just does not work. But there’s also a couple of hormonal rage tunes that really bang. Tyler and Alex emerge shaken. Mitch takes it in stride. (Harry’s even more cuddly than usual.)

Harry’s seeing his medical team regularly, with all the secrecy you’d expect: after-hours appointments, entering the hospital at the loading dock and being escorted to the clinic down back hallways, and so on. The perinatologists and internists who are overseeing his care don’t have any day-to-day concerns, aside from the overarching question of where the hell this is going.

But the doctor that Harry gets the most attached to is his original OB. She’s the one who’ll listen attentively to his rambling questions and patiently answer whether he can have peanut butter and why he’s taking so much folic acid and whether hot yoga is allowed and what position the baby might be in if Harry feels a kick right here, no, a little more on the side, yeah, like there, do you think she’s facing front or back? Can she turn? What if she turns?

The other doctors, the specialists, are fascinated by Harry’s case, but he’s a lot to deal with day to day, you know? They’re relieved to wave his questions off to the OB whenever they can. At one evening visit to the imaging department, somewhere around week 26, everybody realizes that Harry hasn’t taken a gestational diabetes test. The hospital doesn’t have a supply of the glucose drink, it’s late, and the doctors just want to get home. Everyone decides that Harry can just drop by the OB’s office tomorrow to do the test.

Harry and Nick meet up for brunch the next day. They’ve got some time to kill before Nick’s due at work, so Nick ends up going to the doctor’s office with Harry. It’s November, which means that Harry’s got on a hoodie and two shirts and a giant shearling-lined coat. He doesn’t look pregnant, he just looks bundled up for winter. (However, Harry definitely looks pregnant when he’s only wearing pants. He’s slept over a couple of times, snoring on his side of Nick’s bed with a furry pillow doubled over under his belly, and it’s seriously fucking with Nick’s head.)

Nick laughs at Harry’s grimace of disgust when he downs the glucose drink. They sit in companionable silence, messing about on their phones, while they wait out the prescribed period before the blood draw. Nick makes tattoo jokes to the phlebotomist. Harry passes the test and is predictably smug about it, and Nick tells him that of course his system’s great at processing sugar, he’s had enough practice, hasn’t he.

On their way back to the car park, someone shouts at them to hold the elevator. Harry gives Nick a nervous glance, even as he sticks his arm out to block the door, because Harry’s got to be a nice guy even when it creates the possibility of an awkward elevator fan encounter. The source of the request clatters into view down the hallway: a woman pushing a toddler in a stroller, with an overloaded diaper bag slipping off her shoulder, hustling toward the elevator as fast as she can when her kid is obviously due to have a younger sibling in the very near future.

Slow down, it’s all right, we’re not leaving, Nick and Harry call out. She makes it to the elevator and between huffs of breath she thanks them several times and explains that her husband has the car today, her bus is leaving in a few minutes, if she doesn’t catch it she’ll be waiting around with the baby in the cold for an hour. Then she starts fussing with the diaper bag, clipping it to the handles of the stroller, and Nick and Harry exchange a look of relief when she doesn’t give any indication that she recognizes them.

Harry shifts position so he can grin and wave at the baby in the stroller. Nick’s heart does something funny. Shopping for baby clothes, seeing the silhouette on the ultrasound… all of that felt vaguely fictional, like the most extreme version of all of their old pregnancy jokes. But watching Harry’s face light up as he says a big exaggerated “hiiiiiiiiiiiii” to the baby, that really makes Nick realize that Harry’s going to have a baby sooner rather than later. Harry and a baby. Nick wants a baby, in an abstract but real kind of a way, and somehow Harry got there first. He got there without Nick.

The elevator reaches the ground floor and Nick and Harry step out of the way so that the pregnant mum can dash to her bus. But she only makes it a few feet before the diaper bag comes unhooked from the stroller and hits the ground, spewing its contents everywhere. A sippy cup goes rolling halfway across the granite floor of the lobby. She swears sharply, clenches her fists, and bursts into frustrated tears. The toddler in the stroller follows suit.

Harry immediately crouches down and tries to amuse/distract/comfort the baby. Nick scrambles around the lobby, retrieving the sippy cup and shoving wipes and baggies of snacks and the woman’s phone back into the diaper bag. He tries to loop it back over the handles of the stroller and she says no, no, she’ll take it, she was such an idiot for putting it there in the first place, god, this has been the worst fucking day.

Nick gives her an awkward hug and says something comforting that feels entirely inadequate. She sniffles against his shoulder. Meanwhile, Harry has converted the toddler from tears to hiccupy giggles. You guys are so nice, thank you so much, says the woman, and she and her kid head off to the bus stop.

Nick and Harry don’t think anything more of it, until a few days later, when one of Nick’s occasional visits to the gryles tag makes it clear that somebody in the lobby got some photos of them that day. Harry talking to the baby, Nick hugging the woman. There’s lots of speculation about the identity of the mystery mum, but nobody seems to have found her. Thank god, Nick thinks, the poor woman.

He puts it out of his mind. But the next day, the professional media picks up the photos, and Nick’s confronted with his face on a tabloid and a headline that feels like a kick to the chest:

Harry Styles and Nick Grimshaw Visit Doctor With Their Surrogate

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Stranger: Sebastian sat on the counter, fingers slowly dipping inside himself as he watched his roommates play in the living room. He grinned, hearing the door open. "Guys, Kurt's home! Pants on or relocate." He shifted on the counter where he'd decided to perch for the day snacking on chips, his shirt falling to his thighs. "How was work?" He asked, licking his fingers casually.

You: Kurt chuckled softly and rolled his eyes at Sebastian's words as he came through the door, shutting it behind himself as he made his way over to greet him. "Hey. Work was good as ever," he said. He rolled his eyes, shaking his head slightly as he watched Sebastian licking his fingers. "You're a little ridiculous, you know that?"

Stranger: "And yet, you haven't kicked me out." Sebastian shrugged. "So work sucked?" He grinned, picking up his bowl of chips once more and slipped one past his lips, chewing quietly as he watched the male.

You: "Yeah, I can't seem to make sense of that decision. I guess I'm a little fond of you," Kurt said, shaking his head to himself. He moved to lean against the counter, looking at Sebastian. "Yeah. It definitely could've been better."

Stranger: Sebastian leaned over, kissing the top of Kurt's head. "Then quit, and do what we do instead!" Sebastian said, smiling. He'd been telling Kurt for years to quit his job and go into their field of 'science'. Technically Kurt's roommates were all in a research trial for a new drug that kicked up sex drives for an extended period of time but they had to record long term effects. "I mean, it's good money and you don't have to leave the house. You'd just constantly be jacking off."

You: Kurt let out a soft laugh at Sebastian's words, shaking his head. "Yeah, see, I just don't know about that, Bas," he said. "As fun as that sounds, I actually like being able to be a productive human being."

Stranger: "Hey, I'm productive. I do a lot during the day. Hunter ate me out while I did the dishes, I even got dinner started in the crock pot. Hunter cleaned, however he had to clean the vacuum after... It was an interesting day actually. But we all got stuff done! And it's for the good of humanity, even if it means I'm constantly dripping." He said, shrugging. "And you already know and like your coworkers. It's a great job." He laughed. "This trial is better than the last one by leaps and bounds at least. No more midnight puking. I hear it's going into production though... that's a scary thought."

You: "Yeah, see, that's technically productive, but at the same time... That's pretty low level productive. But I guess it's alright. It's clean around here, aside from the various bodily fluids," Kurt said with a soft laugh, rolling his eyes at him. "And see, you're not doing a great job of inspiring confidence in me. If part of your pitch is a reminder of the awful side effects of a past run, that's not good."

Stranger: "Hey, I'm not a salesman. I'm a horny drug tester. Don't blame me if I'm just trying to make your life easier." He laughed softly then nudged him with his knee. "I need to go finish myself off though. I'll be back down to finish cooking in a bit. Go relax, take a hot bath. You still look stressed."

You: "Sure, sure. Careful you're not letting those drugs melt your brain, though," Kurt said with a soft laugh, shaking his head. He sighed softly and nodded, stepping back. "Actually, a bath does sound absolutely amazing. So I'll go do that, you enjoy yourself."

Stranger: "I'm taking it better than those two are. Cara can't go an hour without something inside her and Hunter has come so many times in the past 24 hours he passed out while cleaning. We already called it in, I promise." He said as they climbed the stairs. "Enjoy your bath." He called out, going into his own room and falling on his bed, happy to see his vibrator was fully charged again.

You: "See, there it is again. The idea of the drugs might sound appealing if it wasn't for the fact that I see the toll it takes on all of you up close every day," Kurt said, shaking his head slightly. "Alright, I will," he said. He went into his bathroom, sighing softly as he started the tub filling and got undressed.

Stranger: Sebastian worked himself through another two orgasms and laid in bed panting. His body ached in an unfulfilled way, jealous that Hunter was with Cara and really shouldn't be pulling any extra work on top of that. He sighed, checking the time. It flew by quicker when turned on, he would swear to it. Sebastian slid off the bed, tugging his shirt back down after wiping himself up. He'd forgone underwear on day two of the trial, realizing they were pointless when they just got ruined constantly. He slipped down to the kitchen, washing his hands and finishing dinner, his legs tight together as he gave himself constant needy friction.

You: Kurt relaxed in the bath for a while, washing himself up and listening to some music until the water started to go lukewarm. He got up out of the bath and toweled himself off, slipping on some comfortable clothing before padding back out to the kitchen to find Sebastian again. "Hey," he said. "So, how was getting yourself off for the millionth time today?"

Stranger: "Unfulfilling as usual." He said, turning the crock pot off and grabbing plates for everyone. He started plating the veggies and roast for himself and Kurt, handing him his plate. "I've never backed down from a trial though and I've only got a week left on this one. I'll be fine." He smiled, nudging Kurt. "What do you want to drink?"

You: Kurt nodded slightly. He took the plate, smiling softly and thanking Sebastian. "You really do need to find yourself a guy to get on this trial thing too, just so that you can actually be somewhat sated," he said with a soft chuckle, shaking his head. "Eh, just water, I think."

Stranger: "Don't you think I tried? Literally an hour ago." He grinned, grabbing glasses. "Hunter would help but he's worn out just with Cara and sadly I find it hard to fancy a female." He filled them both with ice water and sat them down at the table.

You: "Okay, true. Some other guy, though, probably. I'm sure there's someone out there that would be easy to convince," Kurt said with a soft chuckle, shrugging. He sat down at the table, leaning back in his seat as he started to eat.

Stranger: "Not exactly looking for anyone." Sebastian said and stuck a bite in his mouth, rubbing his thighs together. "I mean, it's definitely going to get better in a week, it would be easier to just hire a prostitute at this point. Oooh, where's that Sam guy you hung out with in high school? He had nice washboard abs I'd grind against!" He teased, winking at Kurt.

You: Kurt let out a laugh and shook his head, rolling his eyes. "That's where I have to draw the line, Bas. I will not permit prostitutes in this home," he said, chuckling. "Sam wasn't a prostitute, anyways. And I'm pretty sure he'd be too boring to entertain you for long, anyway."

Stranger: "I only need a week and a cock. A warm, fleshy cock filling me up a few times a day." Sebastian shrugged, the thought of it making him leak, dripping down his thighs. "Damn it." He whispered, reaching to the middle of the table for napkins.

You: Kurt raised an eyebrow at Sebastian, letting out a soft laugh. "God, I can't believe that this is just the sort of thing that happens around my apartment now. This is just my life," he said. "I can't remember the last time I saw your with pants on."

Stranger: "Honestly don't miss the pants. Or panties, at that point." Sebastian grinned and stuck another veggie in his mouth as his free hand used the napkin to clean himself.

You: "Yeah, I mean... in all honesty, I don't miss you wearing them, either," Kurt said with a soft laugh, shaking his head slightly. "I get a pretty good view from time to time."

Stranger: "Don't turn me on anymore than I already am. I do need this protein... you'll make me forget about the food." He whispered and closed his eyes, trying to focus.

You: "Okay, okay, my bad. In fairness, though, I'm pretty sure nothing /doesn't/ turn you on anymore," Kurt said, looking over to watch him.

Stranger: "I can still think of a few things, but they used to be turn offs and now they do nothing to me at all. Nothing can stop this." He said and took a drink of water.

You: Kurt nodded slightly, chuckling. "Yeah, it's almost a superpower, really. The worst superpower, but a superpower nonetheless," he said.

Stranger: "Not the worst, I think it's literally impossible to be a rape victim now." He whispered before shifting in his seat. He leaned forward over the table, taking large bites to try and finish his meal.

You: "Is that supposed to be a good thing? I'm pretty sure it's not," Kurt said, shaking his head slightly, a small frown on his lips as he watched him.

Stranger: Cara came down the steps weakly, plopping down on her chair at the table. "Remind me how much we make again?" She whispered and Sebastian smiled. "200 a day." Cara nodded, whimpering. "He got the wrong hole and now my ass burns." She whined and covered her head with her hands. "Kurt? Get her a plate?" Sebastian asked, unwilling to move just yet.

You: Kurt nodded slightly, getting up from the table. He looked over to watch Cara as he fixed her a plate, letting out a soft sigh. He knew that his roommates made good money doing this and they had volunteered for it, but seeing them in various states because of the drugs still made him feel bad. "Eat up," he told her as he set her plate down in front of her.

Stranger: Cara nodded as Hunter came down stairs. He made himself a plate and sat down. "Sorry, Care." He whispered and she nodded, eating vegetables slowly. Sebastian reached over and pet her hair sadly. He then glanced at Kurt and shook his head. "She'll be okay." He mouthed, spreading his legs and closing them quickly before finishing his food. "Who's turn is it to do dishes?" Cara sighed and Hunter nodded. "I'll do them, don't worry." He said from the table and Sebastian nodded. "I'm going to bed then, night guys." He said, tossing the drenched napkin away.

You: Kurt nodded slightly, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he watched them, his eyes flicking between the three of them. "Okay, goodnight, Bas," he said, picking up his plate and bringing it over to leave it in the sink.

Stranger: Sebastian waited at the top of the stairs, hating himself for his own minds wants. He leaned against the wall in the hallway, pulling his shirt up so he had access to his pussy, rubbing it over and over, eyes closed as he listened for Kurt's footsteps.

You: Kurt headed up to go into his bedroom, stopping short in the hallway as he caught sight of Sebastian touching himself. He just stood there for a moment, looking down to watch him. "Ah, hey."

Stranger: Sebastian frowned, reaching out to grab Kurt's hand, pulling the male towards him. "Once... I promise I won't ask again. Please? Just this once?" He begged, pressing his hand up against the liquids seeping out of him. "Please?" He whispered again.

You: Kurt let out a soft groan as he felt Sebastian's wetness, nodding slightly. "I... Yeah. Okay. Whatever you need," he said. "I've thought about offering before. This is... yeah."

Stranger: Sebastian panted, lifting his shirt up and off, sweating through it anyway and he reached behind him to open the door to his bedroom, pulling Kurt inside. "Please?" He repeated, despite knowing Kurt consented. He turned, falling onto his bed, legs spread. "God I need you. Fuck..." He panted, chest rising and falling. "Just until I pass out, just this once..."

You: Kurt groaned softly as he followed Sebastian into his room, watching him. He made quick work of ridding himself of his pants and underwear, getting onto the bed. "Okay, Bas," he said softly, settling between Sebastian's legs as he took his cock in his hand and stroked himself to full hardness.

Stranger: Sebastian moaned, watching him, his own hand going back down to sate the fire between his thighs, plunging two fingers into his hole, letting liquids seep out around him as he waited. "Kurt... Fuck." He panted, turning his head to the side and gasping. "W-Why other guy?" He barely got the broken sentence out. "Just you. No other." He moaned, slowly fucking himself.

You: Kurt looked down at Sebastian, watching him as he moved to get on top of him. "Just... just relax, Bastian, I'll take care of you," he said, taking Sebastian's wrist to pull his hand away so that he could replace it with his cock, easing into him.

Stranger: Sebastian moaned, fingers reaching above his head to grab the bed spindles in the head board. "So open for you, please!" He gasped, his eyes shut as his hips pushed up against the warm cock. "Yes... Fuck yes. Need you!"

You: Kurt moaned as he slid into Sebastian, closing his eyes for a moment and taking in a breath. "Fuck," he breathed out at he bottomed out inside of him, starting to move and immediately setting a quick pace in his thrusts.

Stranger: Sebastian cried out in pleasure, his body clenching desperately around the male, legs wrapping around his hips, fingers over his shoulders as he pulled the male deep into him with each thrust. "Kurt!" He gasped reaching his first peak, squirting up against him but unabashed by it. The actual feeling of being filled sating him like no masturbation had yet done. "Oh God yes. Just like that! Don't stop!"

You: Kurt let out a groan as he felt Sebastian clenching around him, his hips stuttering at the feeling of Sebastian coming around his cock. "Jesus fuck, Bas," he breathed out, his hands landing on Sebastian's hips as he continued to fuck into him.

Stranger: "Roll over. I'll ride you." He said, hips halting to let him turn to his back. "I need you deep... Fuck." He gasped, reaching down to frantically rub his his clit as he waited for Kurt to pull out.

You: Kurt nodded slightly, groaning as he pulled out of Sebastian and turned over to lay back against the bed. "C'mon, do what you need," he said, watching him.

Stranger: Sebastian grinned, getting up as soon as the male laid down. He slipped his thighs over him, using his hand to guide his cock inside himself again, bottoming out and moaning explicitly. He leaned down as his hips rolled over him, getting Kurt deep in him while hitting his gspot every time. He cried out as he came on top of him, each high only a few seconds after each other, his body drenching Kurt beneath him as he completely used the mans cock for his own pleasure.

You: Kurt closed his eyes for a moment as Sebastian slid down onto his cock again, moaning at the sensation. He rocked his hips up in time with Sebastian's movements, one hand sliding over Sebastian's skin as their bodies moved together. "Fucking... Bas..." he breathed out.

Stranger: Sebastian bit his lip, working himself up and down the male's shaft. "So good. Fill me up. Fill me up Kurt!" He begged, fingers digging into the man's chest. "Please!"

You: Kurt groaned, his fingers digging lightly into Sebastian's side. He'd wanted to hold off for as long as he could, but eventually, hearing Sebastian's begging, he came hard inside of him, moaning his name.

Stranger: Sebastian moaned, the feel of his cum shooting inside reaching the end of him felt like a full dinner to Sebastian. He was sated, for the time being, in the best way possible. He leaned down, kissing the male softly as all the other body needs started to come to him, sleep taking priority. He slipped off the male slowly, inching to the side as he rested down on Kurt's shoulder, one leg still draped over the male. "Love you." He whispered before his body finally shut down from being overworked for days and he passed out, half sprawled over his best friend.

You: Kurt caught his breath, looking over at Sebastian as he pulled off of him. "Mhm, goodnight, Bas, love you too," he mumbled. He slipped his arms around Sebastian's waist, closing his eyes, not feeling like bothering to get up and move to his own bed.

Stranger: Sebastian slept nearly seven hours, the longest he'd slept since week one of the trial. He slipped up to do his business in the bathroom and take a shower, not bothering to masturbate during it since he was still slightly sore and stiff from the previous night. He smiled, seeing Kurt still in his bed and he sat down, admiring his body. His fingers traced soft lines up and down his thighs as he waited for him to wake up.

You: Kurt grumbled softly as he woke up, yawning and rubbing his hand over his face. He opened his eyes, slowly looking over at Sebastian and remembering where he was and what they'd done the night before. "Mm. Morning."

Stranger: "Morning." He smiled and squeezed his thigh. "Thank you for last night. I actually slept... didn't mean to trap you beneath me though." He whispered. "Sorry."

You: Kurt shook his head slightly. "No, it's okay. I mean, that was the most exciting sex I've had in a while, so," he said, chuckling. "And I prefer to cuddle after anyways, so."

Stranger: Sebastian nodded. "I need to change the sheets but I'm happy to lay back down and cuddle after?" He grinned. "I'm too sore and... I'm oddly sated right now. Like I have a tiny need but nothing like last night. If that's what real sex does... I don't understand how Cara is worse off than I am." He shrugged.

You: Kurt chuckled softly and nodded. "Yeah, okay, we can do that," he said, sitting up and stretching his arms out over his head. "Well... that's good, at least. I guess it's just affecting you differently, and at least you're feeling better."

Stranger: "Well, I mean... I'm a male and she isn't... we just have all the same working bits down there." He shrugged as he started peeling up the sheets. "I'm so happy I can think now and all I want to do is curl up and nap more." He laughed softly.

You: "Yeah, exactly. So it makes sense that you're having different effects. Unlucky for her," Kurt said with a small shrug. He chuckled softly and nodded, giving him a small smile. "Well, curling up and napping can definitely happen."

Stranger: "I need to go out today later though, at least by tonight, to pick up the plan b pill." He said and started putting the clean sheets on the bed. "Because someone was just as distracted as I was last night." He grinned.

You: "Oh. Ha, shit, yeah, you're right," Kurt said with a small nod, chuckling softly. "Not my fault, though. You were very... distracting."

Stranger: "I bet I was, acting like a begging pup at the top of the stairs, waiting for you." Sebastian said, resting his head on the male's chest when he was done and pulling out his phone to email his report to the case study designer. When he was done he set his phone down right before it binged with a reply. Sebastian frowned, lifting the phone back up to his face and sighing. "No other drugs while on the drug. Fuck."

You: "Yeah, it was... interesting, to say the least," Kurt said with a soft laugh, wrapping his arms around him. He watched Sebastian, furrowing his brow when he heard what he'd read off of his phone. "What? No, that's ridiculous. They've got to make an exception in a case like this."

Stranger: "Yeah, if I want to drop out of the program and risk never getting another trial." He sighed. "It's fine, it's highly unlikely you got me pregnant. No one else has... one time won't be the end all." He said, nuzzling into his chest.

You: "Yeah. I know it's not likely, but still. That's kind of bullshit," Kurt said, letting out a quiet huff of air, He let his hand run over Sebastian's side slowly, saying, "But yeah, you're right. Nothing to worry get worked up about."

Stranger: Sebastian hummed, closing his eyes. "You know how you said you got a nice view occasionally?" He asked with a grin. "You were wrong... This is a wonderful view." He hummed, trailing a finger down Kurt's toned stomach then over his thigh. "You're gorgeous. If you decide to stop wearing pants, I'd be on the hype train, hell I'd be the conductor."

You: Kurt let out a soft laugh at Sebastian's words, rolling his eyes. "Mhm, okay, whatever you say," he said, shaking his head slightly. He let out a soft breath as he felt Sebastian's touch moving over his skin. "Mm... I'll definitely keep that in mind."

Stranger: "Let's just be a house of nudists. It would save on clothing." He grinned and closed his eyes, cuddling closer to the male. "Hey Kurt?" He whispered as his arm wrapped around the male.

You: "That'd certainly be an interesting option," Kurt said with a soft laugh, shaking his head slightly. He looked down at him, raising an eyebrow at him. "Yeah?"

Stranger: "We had sex." He grinned. "You fucked a pussy so well it aches." He hummed. "Good job."

You: Kurt chuckled softly, rolling his eyes at him fondly. "Yeah, we did," he said. "In fairness, I think you ended up doing most of the work."

Stranger: "You got it rolling though. I couldn't have done it without you, I have weeks of failure to prove it." He smiled, licking his lips. "I always wanted to sneak into your bedroom at night and suck you off until you begged to fuck me, I would have even let you take my ass, I just... we've been friends for so long I didn't want to fuck it up..."

You: Kurt shook his head slightly, shrugging. "I don't think that you've messed anything up, Bastian," he said, rubbing his hand over his side. "And I don't think that us having sex ever would've. We maybe should've done this before."

Stranger: "Well we're good at teasing what we want, not actually committing to it." He whispered. "I wanted you to fuck me, so of course it took eight years to get it done." He laughed.

You: Kurt chuckled softly and nodded. "Yeah.. So, that begs the question, was it worth waiting eight years for?"

Stranger: "If that's the only time? I wish I was less drugged up for it. If it's not the only time... then yeah. I already know and love you and we have that base beneath us for any added extracurricular fun to stand on."

You: Kurt chuckled softly and nodded, looking at Sebastian with a small smile. "Well, if you want, I think we can definitely have that not be the only time."

Stranger: "I promised not to ask again, so if you wanna fuck me you're gonna have to come to me this time." Sebastian grinned. "And condoms are in that drawer for future reference." He pointed.

You: "I don't think that I'd mind if you broke that promise, though," Kurt said with a soft laugh, shaking his head. "Mm, good. Duly noted for next time."

Stranger: Sebastian nodded. "Well okay then. You know for the next week your cock is going to be begged for constantly, then, right?" He whispered softly.

You: Kurt chuckled softly and nodded. "Yeah, I can live with that," he said. "I'll be right here for you, whenever I don't have to be at work."

Stranger: "I bet you can." He grinned and leaned up, kissing the male's cheek. "Thank you."

Stranger: (Brb)

You: Kurt chuckled softly, looking at Sebastian with a smile and giving his cheek a kiss in return. "You don't have to thank me."

Stranger: "I do. It wasn't until you said you got occasional delicious glances at me under the shirt that I realized you may say yes to fucking me... So it's really because of you this happened at all." He whispered.

You: Kurt nodded slightly, letting his hand slide up to run his fingers through Sebastian's hair. "You would've ended up asking me eventually, either way," he said.

Stranger: "I'm not sure about that." He whispered. "I was really scared you'd run at the idea."

You: "You know me better than that. Any doubt you had was just nerves," Kurt said, shaking his head.

Stranger: "We kept a line between flirting and fucking and neither of us crossed it. Are you saying you were nervous, Kurt?" He asked quietly.

You: Kurt let out a soft sigh, shrugging. "I mean, I guess so, yeah," he said.

Stranger: "What were you nervous about?" He asked, his fingers tracing circles on the male's chest slowly.

You: "I don't know. Just that... whatever I feel for you, that you'd want none of it," he said.

Stranger: Sebastian was quiet as he thought, eyes staring at his finger dancing over Kurt's skin before he moved his hand up, taking the male's chin and he tilted his own head, pressing their lips together fully.

You: Kurt looked at him in surprise as he felt him taking his chin in his hand, letting his eyes flutter shut as he kissed him back.

Stranger: Sebastian cautiously slipped his hand around the male's head, holding him close as his lips traced over the males. He kissed a little harder before his tongue darted out to taste.

You: Kurt kissed him back slowly, letting his mouth open slightly for him as he felt his tongue, shifting into a slightly more comfortable position against him.

Stranger: Sebastian moved with him, sliding over just slightly so Kurt could adjust. His hands slipped down over his shoulders and around his neck, his tongue pressing in to explore the cavern of his mouth, tasting him and moaning against his lips.

You: Kurt let out a soft moan into the kiss, holding onto Sebastian close against his body. Eventually he made himself pull back, asking softly, "What is this?"

Stranger: Sebastian let out short, soft pants as he looked at him. "Me telling you I've wanted you to kiss me like that since I met you?" He whispered. "To kiss me and touch me and... everything?" He added.

You: Kurt chuckled softly, looking at Sebastian with a smile and running his fingers through his hair. "And this isn't just, like, the drugs fucking with your brain since I actually had sex with you?"

Stranger: "No, honestly... ask Hunter." He whispered. "I've wanted you for ages, Kurt. I just didn't want it to hurt our friendship."

You: Kurt nodded slightly, pulling Sebastian into another soft kiss. "Okay... Okay, good."

Stranger: Sebastian laughed softly against his lips. "I promise, I love you way more than a friend should love another friend." He grinned and kissed him again, slowly.

You: Kurt kissed him back contently, letting out a soft hum into it. "I love you too," he murmured.

Stranger: "Good. Now less kissing, I'm enjoying my solace of new serious leaking and I'm terrified this will bring it back. Especially since it's time for another pill." He whispered.

You: Kurt let out a soft breath and nodded. "Alright, alright, no more kissing for now," he said, his hand running over Sebastian's side.

Stranger: Sebastian grabbed the pill bottle and shook one out before taking it and then laid back down with a smile. "Are you skipping work today? It's already eight am."

You: "Yeah, I think I am," Kurt said with a soft laugh, nodding and wrapping his arms back around Sebastian. "I'll call in sick, later."

Stranger: "Mmmn, good, I want you here right now either way." He whispered and closed his eyes. "I want someone to keep me safe and warm as I catch up on much needed sleep." He whispered.