#just in case for the breeding joke lol

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[harryslittlefreakk]

the pact part 2

summary: a look into your’s and harry’s life since the night of gemma’s wedding. the proposal, your wedding and all that yummy stuff 🤭

warnings: fluffy fluffy fluff, smut, breeding kink, slight soft dom!rry if you squint

wordcount: 4.7k

a/n: thank you SO much for all the love on the previous part. i honestly love this story and these two 😭 i don’t know how much I like this part, it feels too rushed but my brain is fried from writing. so it might be pure rubbish lol

part one

my masterlist can be found here . happy reading!

“Harry, get off!” you shrieked. “Can’t, m’afraid. Just want to love on you forever.”

“You can love on me forever, but right now we need to go.”

Harry had been totally insatiable since the night of Gemma’s wedding. He needed to have his hands on you at every possible second, staying close to your side wherever you went. Your parents joked that you were more like newlyweds than Gemma and Michal, basking in the glow of your newfound love. “D’you remember when I proposed to you?” Harry asked you, smiling at the memory. “Yes Harry, of course I do.”

It was the morning after his 30th birthday, and you were still slumped in his bed nursing a hangover. You’d learned quickly that Harry never does parties by halves, clearly inheriting the fun-loving spirit of his mother. Every surface of his house had been littered in booze and nibbles, every corner teeming with more famous people than you’d ever seen. Harry had introduced you to everyone he spoke to, his affection and love for you radiating off of his body. Anyone would have thought that you’d been together for years, not a measly 8 months. But you’d barely spent a second away from each other in all that time, never wanting to take your eyes off each other in case you lost one another again.

Harry had woken up before you that morning, insisting he needed to go for a run to knock the hangover out of his system. You usually went with him, not to run, but to sit on a bench close by with a coffee and book in hand, ready to blow kisses to him every time he jogged past you. You’d learn later that his run that morning had less to do with his hangover and more to do with the ring he had hidden in his nightstand.

He’d handed you a coffee when he came home, a vanilla latte in your favourite navy blue teacup. It was little things like this that made you fall in love with him. Every morning he’d make your favourite coffee, bringing it to you in bed before climbing back in with you. Even on the nights you were both too tired to wash up, he always made sure your mug was clean before going to sleep that night.

You’d sat up to take the coffee, pressing a gentle kiss to Harry’s mouth, when something oddly familiar caught your eye. A pristine paper napkin, blue felt tip in a child’s handwriting scribbled across it. Your fingertip traced across the writing delicately, eyes resting on the tiny initials dotted underneath. “Harry,” you whispered. His head was in line with yours now, eyes glistening with adoration as he looked over you. “I don’t want to spend another day without you,” he told you, voice strangled by the heart hammering in his throat. He was on one knee, a black ring box cradled in his hands. You set the coffee down with a shaky hand, brown eyes brimming with tears as you took in the sight before you. “My darling Boo, will you marry me?”

“Yes, H. Yes,” you nodded through tears, pulling his face towards you without even glancing at the ring. The kiss was deep and sloppy, so many emotions coursing through your veins. “Love you s’much,” he spoke into your mouth, taking your hand from his face as he pulled away from you. Harry held your finger delicately, his strong hands shaking slightly as he slipped the ring on. It was beautiful. A dainty white-gold band, delicately inscribed with H.E.S in the same child-like handwriting from the napkin. A glistening diamond sat in the centre, clusters of smaller diamonds hugging each side. It was exactly like the dream engagement ring you’d described to him months ago, only now it was sitting on your ring finger, a delicate symbol of the love you shared.

“Knew I was going to marry you from the second I kissed you,” Harry rasped, pulling you out of your daydream. “Felt so natural to me, felt like I’d known your body before.”

“Imagine where we’d be if you hadn’t ditched me for a decade,” you laughed. “A house, babies, a little dog. Could’ve had all that by now,” you told him, wriggling out of his grip and running for the door. “Can have all of that now, little Boo,” he replied, rolling over to watch you as you leaned in the doorway. “Not if I murder you for making us late.”

—

Your parents and Anne had decided to spend the day with you, your last day all together before and Harry spent the remainder of the summer in Italy. Your dad was already on the grill, ranting and raving about how his one at home was much better and he wouldn’t be blamed for any of the food being overcooked.

You’d chosen the same church as Gemma for your wedding, though it looked so different now with colourful ribbons and flowers covering every corner. There was a huge wildflower archway over the old doors, pinks, purples and bright blues dotted through. Bouquets were attached to the end of every pew, stray petals guiding you to where you’d wed Harry tomorrow. Though it was miles from home, you’d told Harry you wanted all your hypothetical children to be christened here, wanted to bring them here on holidays and for special occasions. The ancient bricks held the beginnings of your love, the crumbling walls housed your fondest memories. Your little cul-de-sac in Holmes Chapel was really the beginning of your life with Harry, but your love and friendship had been reborn here. Squinting up at the church now from your rented cottage on the seafront, you couldn’t imagine getting married anywhere more perfect.

Anne came up behind you as you watched the breeze roll over the church, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Not getting cold feet are you?” she asked. “The opposite,” you told her, giddy with excitement. You rested your head against her shoulder, sighing happily. “Thank you, Anne,” you said. “For what, darling?”

“For Harry, for everything. He has so much of you, all your best bits. You turned him into something really perfect,” you told her. She laughed away the tears brimming in her eyes, jabbing at your side playfully. “Save it for tomorrow, I vowed not to cry until my boy is a husband.”

Your perfect day rolled into a perfect evening, huddled up under blankets with your family after a day of chasing Harry through the waves and building sandcastles. “I can’t believe this time tomorrow we’ll be real family,” your mum gushed. “You’ve been like a sister to me all these years Anne, your children an extension of mine.” Your dad laughed, rolling his eyes as the two women gripped onto each other’s touch. He lifted his beer in the air, cheeks stained pink after a day in front of the grill. “To family,” he said, eyes wandering around the group in front of him. “To family,” you all chorused in response, glasses and beer bottles clinking together.

It wasn’t long before everyone retired to bed, needing to get a full night’s sleep before the long day ahead. You and Harry lingered behind, not ready to split off into your separate rooms. “Come with me,” he whispered, tugging on your wrists as he turned on his heel. You giggled, following him blindly. He led you back onto the beach, fingers tangled up in yours as you trudged through the sand, his hands guiding you around a corner of the cliff face. He pressed you up against the smooth rock when you were out of the cottage’s view, hands spread either side of your head. His mouth kissed down your jawline, nose nudging upwards to get better access to your neck. “What are you doing?” you laughed, back arching as he pressed open mouthed kisses to your throat. “Missed you so much today,” he murmured, voice vibrating against your skin.

“Yeah, baby? Even though you’ve been with me all day?” you smirked, hand slipping up the back of his t shirt to feel the warm skin underneath. “Missed kissing on you, touching this perfect body.” Just the rasp of Harry’s voice was enough to turn you to putty in his hands, never mind what his mouth was doing to you.

“Harry,” you whimpered. “Can’t do this here.” You tried to push him away with a limp hand, not truly wanting or needing him to stop. “Can’t do this?” he challenged, untying the straps of your bikini top. “Or this?” he continued, pulling it off your body and slipping it into the pocket of his shorts. He rolled your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, eliciting a whine from deep within you. He pulled your shorts and bikini bottoms down to your ankles, his cock springing free from his shorts as he tugged them just low enough to free himself.

He was so hard already, a result of watching you prance around in a tiny bikini all day, you were sure of it. The tiniest sight of your bare skin riled him up to no end, always trying to pull your top up or trousers down to get his fix. His fingers always found their way under your shirt as you slept, ankles always rubbing against your bare calves. He was always so needy for you, his touch and lingering eyes making you feel like the prettiest girl in the world. “Y’ready for me?” Harry asked you, reaching down to tap two fingers against your entrance. It was far from romantic, a lust-driven quickie on the beach the night before your wedding, but it was so you and Harry.

He ran his tip through your folds, collecting your juices before wrapping a hand around the back of your knee to open you up more for him. “So wet,” he groaned as you wrapped your calf around his hip. “For you, baby, all for you,” you whined as he pushed into you, the familiar burn tearing through your core. Every time he entered you felt like the first time all over again, your walls never fully expecting the size of his cock. Harry tangled his hand in your hair as he fucked into you, hips snapping hard against yours from the second he was inside you. His eyes were darkened over, scanning over your face as you moaned. “Let me see your eyes,” he panted, free hand gently grabbing at your cheeks and pulling your your head to face him. You gulped, his soft command leaving a knot in your core.

“Good girl, so good for me,” he drawled. “Want you to watch me while I fuck your sweet cunt.” His words were dirty, echoing through your mind over the sloppy sounds of your juices mixing. His hand slithered down your front, pausing to grab at your breasts before slipping between his mound and your belly, thumb rubbing at your clit in persistent circles. He was always so desperate for your high, wanting to hear you cry out his name from the very first thrust into you. Harry’s mouth found your throat as he bucked up into you, tongue swirling warmth across your delicate skin. He always found a way to give you exactly what you needed, exactly where you needed him, without you even having to open your mouth. From day one he’d explored your body like he’d been doing it all his life, hearts somehow connected even as he fucked you rough and dirty.

Moans were tumbling out of you now, unable to contain your pleasure as his thick cock, thumb and tongue worked in unison to bring you to your climax. Your hand shot down to grip at his wrist as your walls clamped down on him, entire body trembling as your orgasm hit you hard. “Fuck,” you cried out, head knocking back against the hard rock as you came. He kissed into your mouth, silencing your loud cry as his hand pulled back from your pussy, his thrusts harder and yet sloppier. The feeling of you coming around him was enough to push him over the edge, your already tight walls pulsating around his shaft sending a guttural moan tumbling from his lips. His come splashed against the inside of your walls violently, his mouth unable to form any of his usual obscene remarks as he thrust into you a final time. Harry stilled inside of you, forehead pressed against yours as he panted. “Better?” you asked him, chest heaving. “Much,” he confirmed, pulling out of you before stuffing his come further inside of you with two fingers. You’d decided to skip birth control for a while now, knowing you were each other’s one and only and accepting whatever may come. You pressed a kiss to the end of his nose, slipping away from him with a grin plastered on your face as you laughed, “see you at the alter, husband.”

—

You watched in the mirror as your mum pinned the veil to your head, tiny embroidered flowers cascading down your shoulders and back completing your perfect look. Sunlight streamed through the window behind you, the warmth highlighting every inch of the flowing lace. It trailed behind you, so thin and delicate it cast an angelic glow around every dip and curve of your body. Your dress was the perfect ivory satin, its square neckline and thin straps showing off your bare collarbones, ready for Harry to nuzzle into later. He’d always loved being cuddled up into the curve of your neck, his nose nudging deeper into your scent, mouth pressing delicate kisses onto your soft skin.

The shape of the material was simple, you’d wanted to keep it from obscuring the true form of your body. You knew how much Harry loved your body, and the way he adored every inch of you had made you view yourself in a new light. Your body, your face, your brain, it was all perfect for him, loved so hard by him that it made it perfect for you too. You were totally under his spell, his thoughts and feelings becoming your own. You wanted your dress to be perfect, for him and for you. It would mark the single greatest day of your life, and looking up and down yourself now, it was perfect. You’d known from the second you tried it on that this was your dress, the fit perfect even without any alterations. The satin was almost an exact match to Harry’s suit, the length sweeping the floor at the end of your long legs. You’d worried for so long that something would go wrong, something would break or you simply wouldn’t feel pretty. And yet everything was so perfect, so right that it was almost magical. You pinched the inside of your wrist lightly, needing to check you weren’t dreaming. It was all real, and all right.

You heard a choked sob from behind you, and turned to see Anne and your mum with tissues pressed to their noses, arms right around one another as they looked between each other and you. Smiling, you pulled them both into a hug. “You look incredible darling,” Anne told you. All your mum could do was nod, nod so hard her head was sure to come loose. “Come on,” you laughed. “No tears yet.”

“No tears yet,” your mum and Anne echoed, dabbing at their eyes to protect the makeup underneath. You called in your dad from outside the door, needing one last picture of you and your two mums before you headed next door into the church. “Smile ladies,” he told you, holding the little Polaroid camera up in front of his face. He looked over the little picture with sparkling eyes, one finger tracing over the sharp edge before he set it to the side. He replaced it with his phone, finger tapping harshly on the screen in a typical old man way. “One more,” he told you, shaking finger jutting into the camera button. He turned the phone around to show the three of you, you all immediately cooing over the picture. “Now get lost and let me walk my little girl up the aisle,” he told the two women as he pulled you into an embrace.

You stopped for a moment at the end of the aisle, fingernails pressing half-moons into the fabric of your dads suit. Sucking in a deep breath, you shook off the nerves and turned to face your dad. He was looking down at you proudly, blinking back the start of tears. “I love you,” you mouthed, unable to let any real words out. “Love you. You’ll always be my little Boo,” he choked out. “Now let me take you to your husband.”

The walk down the aisle felt incredibly long, like you were moving in slow motion. All you could focus on was the back of Harry’s head, one foot in front of the other until you reached him. The sun was streaming through the stained glass window, casting colourful shadows right across the middle of the tiled floor. As soon as you stepped into the light, Harry turned to see you. You’d desperately wanted to do a private first look, but Harry wanted to do it ‘properly’, see you for the first time when everyone else did. And watching him fall apart in front of you now, it was worth it. His bottom lip quivered the second he saw you, tears spilling out as his eyes trailed across your body.

He looked incredible, like pure sex as his watery eyes grazed over your body. It was like every time you saw him he managed to become more attractive. You’d been with him at each suit fitting, watched as his tailor placed each individual pin to fit the fabric perfectly to Harry’s body. But seeing him now, just a few yards away from becoming your husband, all yours forever, he was radiant. The ivory satin of his suit against the warm tan on his skin, his favourite Gucci loafers poking out of the wide leg slacks. His hands were shaking as he pulled them to his mouth, knees bent as he tried to hold himself steady at the sight of you. The way he loved you was written all over him, you could almost see his heart glowing as he watched you step closer to him.

“Hi,” you giggled as you took your final step, taking one of his hands in yours. His rings were cold against the warmth of his skin, the tiny chill sending you back down to Earth. It was like you’d floated through the whole day, heart so full you could barely focus on anything except the excitement leading up to standing there, face to face with Harry as you prepared to say your vows. The entire ceremony passed in a blur of shy smiles and giggles, commitments and vows tumbling out of your mouth as if you were on autopilot. Seemingly within one blink you were crashing your lips onto Harry’s before walking back down the aisle, hand in hand, buzzing deep in your core. You were a wife, Harry’s wife.

—

“Nearly 20 years ago, almost to this day, we made a promise to each another to wed when we were old and lonely. I lost you for so many years, my sweet girl, and my heart felt old and lonely without you. You are my happiness, my light, my home and my everything.

Those of you who know me well will know my all-time favourite movie is the Notebook. And if you thought I’d get through this speech without referencing it once, you’re mistaken.” Harry’s finger pointed through the crowd of your guests, chuckling at himself as he smirked. “‘The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds, and that's what you've given me. That's what I hope to give to you forever.’ I always imagined saying that to my future bride, though every time I imagined her I’d see someone that looks just a little like you. And as soon as I saw you again, as soon as I kissed you for the first time, every time I imagined her I’d see someone that looked exactly like you. I love you now and forever, and I will thank that pact every day for the rest of my life, for letting me come back to you.”

There wasn’t a dry eye in the house as Harry finished his speech, a proud toothy grin nestled between his dimples as he sat back down beside you, pulling your hands into his lap. He peppered kisses all over your face, mouth not even able to pout fully through the strength of his smile.

As you started to settle into his side, a soft piano sung out from across the dance floor. “Dance with me?” Harry asked, with the same boyish grin he’d had when he asked you the same question at his sister’s wedding. He led you around the table, thumb grazing delicately across your hand as he pulled you into the middle of the room. It was the same song you’d danced to then, Fleetwood Mac’s ‘songbird’. He held you close to him as you danced, stepping together slowly and carefully as if no one was watching. Your head was settled in the crook of his neck, your breath tickling against his skin. “Love you s’much,” he whispered, just loud enough for the sound to reach your ear. You felt so full you could burst, biting down on your tongue to keep the feeling from tumbling out of you. You wanted to stay like this, close against Harry, mind running through your love story, forever.

—

“Like what you see?” you asked Harry, twirling around in your tiny silver bikini. His jaw was slack, eyes trailing across every inch of tanned skin on offer. He’d been taking photos of the view from your balcony, the sun setting low against orange clouds over the Italian sea. “Come here,” he demanded, out-stretched finger beckoning you towards him. You untied the strings of your bikini as you walked, letting the tiny triangles fall under your bare breasts. The minute you were in front of him his phone was thrown against the tiled floor, crashing around somewhere near the glass sliding door. He untied the second string on your bikini, hands smoothing over your body as the material fell to your feet. He turned you around quickly, pressing you into the metal railing as he nudged your legs apart. He dropped to his knees behind you, tugging your thong bikini bottoms down your legs and groaning at the sight of you, folds slick with wet only inches from his face. “Anyone could see, Harry,” you reminded him, suddenly nervous. “Let them,” he rasped. “Let them see what I can do to you.”

His tongue was on you as soon as he spoke, diving into your folds without any warning. He lapped at you, collecting your warm juices on his tongue. “Perfect fucking pussy,” he rasped, words vibrating against your core. He paused to lick and nip at your inner thighs as your hips knocked back towards his mouth, already needing it back on you. “So needy for me,” he chuckled, snaking a hand up around your hip and smacking at your clit as he started to lick into you again. His tongue was faster now, stronger, spurred on by your desire for more. He got such a high from your pleasure, a giver through and through. His mouth suckled against your opening, tongue darting around you to collect the juices that were spilling out, before he pulled away suddenly.

You turned slightly, watching him as he pushed his shorts down his thighs. “Want you too much, want to fuck you too badly.” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. The same man who’d written songs about eating pussy, the man who’d rarely thrust into you without making you come at least twice first, stopped short of your orgasm to fuck you. He must have been close already to cut his favourite activity short.

Harry lined himself up with your entrance, one firm hand wrapping around your throat to pull you closer to him as his tip pushed into you. “Want to fuck my babies into my pretty girl, fill you up so good,” he groaned against your earlobe. He’d been feral since you’d decided to go without birth control, the idea your swollen belly, everyone knowing who’d fucked you so good, driving him insane. It sent shivers down your spine, core heating up at the thought of carrying his babies and making him a dad.

He slid into you in one fluid motion, his hard cock already red and angry with desire. His hand moved from your throat to wrap your hair around his fist, tugging at the nape of your neck so hard you worried your scalp might come loose. But the pain only added a different dimension to your pleasure, the ache in your core mixing with the pain and spreading throughout your body, fingers slack on the railing as he thrust into you without remorse. His balls slapped against your ass as his hips knocked against yours, his cock so deep inside of you that you were sure it could be seen through the skin of your belly. The sweet smell of sex and airplane sweat lingered around you both, intoxicatingly dirty. “Louder,” he urged as you bit back your moans, “want the whole country to hear how much your cunt loves me.”

You couldn’t help but give in to his every command, so drunk on his cock that you couldn’t even care who heard or saw you both. You cried out when he tugged harder on your hair, voice deep with lust as he asked you, “who’s fucking you? Who’s cock is buried in your perfect cunt?” Harry, Harry, Harry, you screamed over and over again, the ball in your core bursting at his words. Your orgasm was heavy, your juices squirting down the sides of his shaft as you fell into the railing. His thrusts never relented, your limp body beneath him not stopping him as he fucked into you harder and harder. He used his free hand to pull one cheek to the side, watching with an open mouth as he fucked deep into your pussy, your thick cream pushing up and down his shaft.

“Want you t’fill me up,” you whimpered, voice strangled by the angle of your throat. “Yeah? Want daddy’s come inside you, want my babies?” he asked you, his deep voice hoarse as he held himself back from his high. “Please,” you begged, reaching a shaky arm around to cup the back of his neck, back arching as he slipped deeper into you. He pushed you forward, hands gripping onto your waist as he thrust harder and harder. “So fuckin’ perfect,” he drawled, cock twitching inside of you as you yelled under his touch.

Harry cried out as he came inside of you, his locked jaw pressing sloppy kisses onto the back of your shoulder. He continued to thrust every last bit of his come into your walls, hips jutting towards your core. He stilled finally, cock lodged between your swollen folds as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, head resting against your lifeless body. “You ok?” he asked you, voice soft, a sudden change from the dirty rasp he had before. You nodded, still seeing stars, too fucked out to say anything. He picked you up in one swoop, carrying you into the little apartment and dropping you onto the bed with your head at the foot. He carefully picked up both your legs, balancing your tingling feet against the headboard before laying down beside you. “Got to keep them up if you want my babies,” he smirked, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek. You were in total bliss, fucked out under the Italian sun, wedding band glistening in the tiny crack of light let in from the curtains. If this was how you started your honeymoon, you’d be a trembling mess by the end of it. And you’d never have it any other way.

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[dingodad]

please god i need to know what U think of the whole “jadebloods are all female!” thing because i got into homestuck in 2019 around the time of friendsim and (retching) Lanque so i always assumed they were explicitly intended to be an all-female caste. however, re-reading the comic this year, i couldnt find a mention of it other than virgo and the Space aspect being really feminine, but i think kanayas journey with motherhood is more kanaya-centric than All-Jadebloods centric??

on one hand, it makes sense given that alternia has very real gendered oppression, so what’s better for that than CATHOLICISM?? on the other hand, i always saw kanaya as being transfem coded, because it connects so well with roxy yknow.. homestuck fans love to insist that certain characters just have to be cis women (kanaya, jade, roxy)

(as an aside; was “long hair was butch on alternia” a one off joke? i like speculation about alternia’s fashion opposing earth, lol)

most all of our basis for explicitly gendered interpretation of Alternia comes from act 6 intermission 3, where Aranea tells us that "jade 8loods were also an almost exclusively female caste". so the door has always been open for there to be "some male jadebloods". but it's a mistake to view this as having anything to do with any kind of "biological sex". the whole idea of biological sex among trolls is a smoke screen. the jadebloods' assigned gender at birth is "jadeblood". this is what makes them a feminised caste.

Caliborn doesn't have a clue what biological sex is. Aranea will tell you that there are boy cherubs and girl cherubs, but for your own sanity you need to cast this idea out of your mind: cherub sex takes place between good and evil cherubs - which is determined by their blood - and anything else is just roleplay. Caliborn's attitude toward sexing is that the ones he likes are boys - that's all the thought that goes into it. and that's the mindset we need to be aware of when we delve into understanding troll gender. there are some trolls who have breast tissue and some who don't, but they aren't "mammaries" in any sense, so there's no reason to believe they're actually sexual characteristics of any kind; maybe this is what Lord English chose to base his gender schema on, but the idea that this means there must be "male trolls" and "female trolls" is completely imagined for the narrative convenience of the human reader.

when we read that there are "male-dominated" highblood castes and therefore by implication female-populated lowblood castes, it's not by some coincidence of biology: the highblood castes are male-dominated BECAUSE they are highblood castes. each caste has a role to play in Caliborn's Alternia, and just as the highblooded roles are those of patriarchal domination, the lower castes must take on roles of feminised submission; and in the case of the jades in particular, this means breeding duties. the fact that this also comes with the expectation to wear makeup and pretty clothes is just more roleplay.

so tl;dr what i think of "the all jadebloods are female thing" is that it is very obviously true but in a way more 5 dimensional gender studies way than anyone else tends to mean when they say it

my pet "long hair was butch on alternia" headcanon - which is a joke but in the way all headcanons about alternia should be jokes of some kind - actually kind of relates to this lol. bc i figure that if gendered expectations of female trolls includes working in disgusting underground caverns filled with genetic material, it's going to be practical to keep your hair close to your head where it won't get dirty, in much the same way the feminist image of the short-haired woman became popular in the west during and after world war 2, wherein a lot of women had to start wearing their hair close to their heads to avoid scalping themselves in the factory machinery they suddenly had to start working with. hence kanaya dedicated to her assigned feminine role and wearing her hair short vs. porrim rebelling against it for feminist reasons and thus wearing her hair at a length that would be totally impractical for wading through gene pools.

[bootyful-seventeen]

Hello. Saw your post and wanted to make a svt request. How would they react to their s/o asking them to go raw for the first time? Thanks.

I think Seungcheol would be the type who would freeze and blush up to his ears cuz omg you want him to go raw?? He’s rolling up his shirt sleeves at the thought of filling you up but at the same time will also ask you if you’re sure, and would have a small convo about it and staying safe (birth control for the ones that weren’t planning on kids anytime soon but also sti testings cuz you could still get those even in closed relationships) But when you give that man the greenest of lights, he’s gonna pounce on you so fast it’ll leave your head spinning.

Jeonghan on the other hand that would probably either start giggling from getting a bit shy or being a bit cocky like “awwwe I knew you couldn’t get enough of me” and would 100% boop your nose and call you a cutie when you get shy and try to hide your face from him. Following up with crawling over to you and running his hands up your hips and waist asking if you wanted to start right now. If you start getting flustered, he’ll fall back on his advances, but if you’re welcoming them then he will give you what you wanted.

Joshua tho, I can see him lagging a bit when you ask before snapping out of it all “wait right now?” You’d shove him a bit like no not now cuz my guy we are in the middle of a lord of the rings marathon like who has time to focus on a raw dogging at a time like this lmao. He’d pick up the conversation again at another time to go through all the works and be sure that you’re both on the same page about it. And I think that Joshua would let the image of you leaking his cum overtake his brain until he’s got you pinned under him and isn’t too far away from making his little daydream come to life. 

Now Jun is someone I can see not fully registering your question especially if he’s hungry and has food on the mind. Would be thinking of hitting up a sashimi place with you for dinner when he’s realizing that what you asked for wasn't quite fitting in with his dinner plans lmao. But Jun would ask you just to be sure and then ask if you wanted to go out for sashimi or stay in for a raw doggin lol. 

I can see Soonyoung start laughing cuz he thought it was a joke at first but when you tell him you’re serious he’d get so red that you could probably see steam coming from his ears lmao. Poor guy would immediately get launched into his little breeding kink so hard that he’d black out a little bit. But once he comes back to earth, he is on you in the blink of an eye and is begging you to let him fuck you right there. On the floor, against the wall, bent over furniture, it didn’t matter he just wanted to sink right into you and blow his load. 

Wonwoo would be quite nonchalant about it tho if you did catch him off guard, he’d raise his brows and ask you to repeat yourself. Just in case he thought he misheard you the first time. Would sit down with you and talk about it like if you wanted him to pull out, cum inside and whatever else came to mind to get everything out of the way so things are smooth. He’d even go ahead and get one of those waterproof bed sheets/blankets to throw on top of things so when things get messy you’d just have to pull it off and voila! A clean, cum free bed to sleep in.

Jihoon’s another member I think would be more nonchalant about it. He seems like he’d be straightforward about it and would voice his feelings about it. Like how he had thought about it a few times before but was possibly still a bit nervous and would ask if you’d want him to finish in or on you and ask if pulling out was what you wanted instead. He’d be extra gentle handling you during clean up and would ask if you liked it. 

Mingyu’s the man that’ll get shy and flustered. He’d fumble on his words and he’d start stuttering when you move to sit on his lap and trace your finger along his chest. Man would be a stuttering mess but would welcome your advances when your hands are slipping under his shirt to take the fabric off so you could touch him. But with Mingyu, maybe it’s just me being me but I think Mingyu would lick off/eat his cum out of you

Another flustered mess is Seokmin but he’d also have the cutest smile on his face asking if you just said what he thinks you just said. Would also be the hand holding type so you’ll 100% get distracted with how cute he is and momentarily forget about what you were talking about before he’s giggling a bit while asking if he could call you his little creampuff from now on lmaoooo. But it wouldn’t even take long until he’s on top of you and he’s feeling you bare for the first time. 

Minghao seems like he’d pick up on you wanting to ask him before you’ve even asked if he could go raw. I think he’d set up a pot of tea for you if you were looking a bit jittery leading up to it. His calm demeanor would help you calm down enough to talk to him about it. I feel like he’d let you talk about it for as long as you needed to while also putting other things you or him may have wanted to try out on the table. At least just to get the conversation about new things rolling to see what you both would be interested in. Also would be another member heavy on staying safe while hitting it raw. 

Poor Seungkwan wasn’t even ready to get asked that question lmaoo. His eyes would go so big and he’d stutter a bit with a breathy laugh but would choke it down to ask if you were serious. He’d probably need to sit down cuz I feel like that is one of the last things he’d think you’d ask him especially if you’d ask him all kinds of non nsfw questions when you get bored like “honey should I try getting into the shoe making business?” or “I found an abandoned baby raccoon outside my place, can we keep him if he can’t be released back to the wild?” etc, etc. Probably was expecting the will you still love me if I was a worm question instead of would you mind fucking me raw babe question

Hansol’s reaction would be like o.o “oh wow, you want me to,,”  followed by some of his cute little giggles cuz my guy wasn’t expecting you to ask him to hit it raw. Like he’d be so flustered that he’d barely be able to get out much more than that. And he’d also start giggling a bit if you straddle him while assuring him it’s what you want. Very cute, very flustered, and very very adorable

Chan tho I can see him being a bit stiff when you say you wanna ask him something but would relax when you ask if he can hit it raw cuz he was worried it was a bad question. But he actually was thinking about asking you that but wasn’t sure how he should bring it up to you. His idea was probably bringing it up when the conversation was in the bedroom instead of just spitting it out cuz he didn’t want to ask at the wrong place or time.

[reorientation]

zyn anon. again. lol

straight boy keeps joking that he got me addicted to his cock and he's pretty much right. i keep hooking up with him. its kind of cute, honestly. the first few times we hooked up he would apologize most of the time if he misgendered me, but now he doesn't. if anything he doubled down. i heard him bragging to his friends during a game about how he took a girls virginity in exchange for zyns, and "now shes over all the time". i don't think he knew i was awake either. i think he really likes that hes my first and only lol he's wo possessive about it

honestly i still get a little dysphoric over the whole thing but im getting more comfortable with the idea of legit becoming an actual girl for him. im doing more things to feminize myself around him and also in my day to day life. everything short of stopping T since thats kinda being used as primary birth control lol. which I know isnt foolproof. he wears condoms sometimes but pulls out the rest mostly.

but omg so maybe the third or forth time we had sex he finished in me after i begged him to (i wasn't thinking straight lmao) and fuuuckk it was so intense for the both of us. feeling him grind all the way in me as he came was incredible. he basically pinned me under him as he came, it was like he wanted to get as deep as he could. it did freak me out after though so now we're more careful but he wants me to go on birth control. he said hes gonna stop pulling out eventually, and birth control would be cheaper than daily plan B, and cheaper than a baby. im looking into getting an iud lmao. might even stop t after that. pregnancy scares me and i dont necessarily want to carry his baby after only fucking him for three weeks but god the idea is still really hot. he joked about baby trapping me yesterday and i had to pretend like it didn't make me soaked. its not even just a horny thought I get over after i cum anymore, becoming a girl for him is becoming more and more appealing

(Previously)

God, you're fucking cute, Anon. You don't necessarily want to have your nicotine "dealer's" baby after fucking him for a few weeks? A girl who wasn't made to be a breeding whore would put it in stronger terms - or at least not beg him for his cum in her unprotected pussy.

Still, as incredibly lame as your boyfriend's little drug empire is, I do have to commend him a little: he seems to know how to handle a girl like you. Just telling you that he's going to stop wearing a condom or pulling out, and letting you quiver and drip with the knowledge of what that would mean if you aren't careful, is both a good move and very funny. If you aren't going to get yourself knocked up, try out a hormonal IUD - I think it'd be good for you to get a little extra dose of female hormones, as you switch over to a new form of testosterone injections.

It's also really cute that you "still get a little dysphoric about the whole thing", because this is one of the clearest cases I've seen of a girl being desperate to be "persuaded" to "give up" her boy disguise. Come on, little lady. You showed him your pussy to be allowed to blow him for a discount, you spread your legs for the first time for him, and now a few weeks later you're only still on T because you can't stop yourself from taking his cum. You couldn't be throwing yourself at femininity much harder without putting on a pink floofy dress and batting your eyelashes at him.

Well, maybe that's up next. It's been a strong start, but you've still got room to grow. (And if you don't get that IUD quickly, you'll be growing sooner rather than later.)

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The Key To Your Heart - Track 5

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Musician!Reader

Series Summary: After writing your feelings for Pedro into a song, it gains a lot more popularity than expected. Ultimately it brings both criticism and support, with new possibilities around the corner.

*! New warnings will be listed first !*

Series Warnings: 18+ only (MDNI). Mentions of food, weight loss, weight gain, dieting, weighing, potential eating disorder, food guilt. Potential for puns/dad jokes (name of my blog, and the fic) should give that away. This is my first fic which should be its own warning, lol. Also some cursing. Mentions of masturbation (f) maybe more smut later idk. Sadness, reader is pretty depressed. Poor body image. Rude people. Bullying-ish and just lack of support? Anxiety. Age gap! Reader is in her mid 20's, Pedro is current age (48).

Other stuff: Reader is plus sized. AFAB. Inexperienced. Also has a dog, but you can pretend it is another creature probably. Further, in case it isn't clear, italics almost always are the reader's inner thoughts!

Word Count: 2.5k

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~ We alternate between Pedro + reader's thoughts in this one ~

"Hello?"

"Hello? Pedro? It's me.."

You heard him give a breathless laugh before answering with a gentle "Hi."

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You laughed back, sounding equally shy but giddy. "Hi," you answer softly. "I hope I'm not being weird calling immediately after you gave me your number?"

"No, no! Not at all. I'm happy to hear from you" Pedro quickly quashed your worry.

"Okay" you whispered.

"So tell me more about this book you love," Pedro asked, trying to start up a conversation, any conversation, just to hear your voice.

The two of you discussed your favorite books, movies, shows, and continued on through other favorite things. Food, ice cream, music, your favorite flowers. You talked about dogs and told him about Skipper. You even shared his name and breed.

"Oh, Skipper! I was wondering about his name when you mentioned him in your interview, but you said you weren't ready to share. Thank you for trusting me. How'd he get his name?"

You smiled before jumping into a story about yours and Skipper's origin. "Well, a couple years ago… I was walking by the ocean down this pier with fishing boats, sailboats, and yachts docked on it. I heard a whimper coming from a corner of the dock and went over to investigate. There he was, small and scared. Just a puppy. He didn't have a collar and was covered in fleas. I tried to call him with no luck, but I also had just stopped at the grocery store and thought maybe I could lure him over with some jerky. But he wasn't interested. Too nervous."

"Hmm," Pedro listened.

You continued. "One of the fishermen walked down the pier with a bag from the same grocery store I had just left. He pulled out a can of wet food and tried to lure Skip over. Still no luck. I dug around my backpack to find something else, but the only food I had was a peanut butter sandwich I packed for my commute home. I took a shot and offered it to him, and weirdly.. that he accepted. The guy likes peanut butter," you said with a laugh.

"From then on, we were attached like glue. I couldn't find an owner for him and he didn't have a chip. We took care of the fleas and I decided to name him Skipper. Partially because of the boats, partially because I can call him Skippy for short, like the peanut butter."

Pedro gave a genuine laugh before complimenting the cute, yet sweet, name. "Does he still like peanut butter?"

"Oh he loves peanut butter. I can't even open a jar without him coming over from wherever he is in the house."

He hears you speak faintly to the side, away from the speaker. "Isn't that right my little peanut?"

"Boof," Skipper agrees.

Pedro laughed, grinning ear to ear. You couldn't see the joy on his face but you could feel it. "He sounds adorable. I love dogs."

"Me too," you smiled. The two of you discussed dogs you've raised over the years before you texted him a picture of Skip.

"Oh my GOD," Pedro exclaimed. "Look at those ears! He's adorable."

As if you couldn't like Pedro more, he's gushing over your dog the same way you do. 

You don't know if it's possible, but you hope someday you can have the two meet each other. 

Pedro didn't want to scare you and mention it, but he also hoped to meet Skipper someday. But more than that, he wanted to meet you.

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The conversation flowed so naturally, it felt as though the two of you had known each other a lifetime. It seemed the blink of an eye, but you had been on the phone for three and a half hours. 

"Y'know… I was kind of nervous to call you," you said shyly.

Pedro sighed "I was nervous to give you my number. Especially when you didn't reply right away. I worried I overstepped."

"No! I'm so glad you did. Because even though I was nervous, talking to you just feels…"

"Easy." You both answered, resulting in matching grins and blushes, neither of which are seen.

"It feels like we've been friends for years," Pedro continued.

"I agree" you say softly.

The conversation begins to close, but the two of you plan to talk on the phone again soon.

With that, you both hang up, and each begin to count down the time before the next call. In your respective houses, you flop on your bed, kicking your feet and blushing, while Pedro ran his hands down his face with a grin.

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The next day, the two of you talk again. He called you this time.

Unfortunately, when he called, you were well into your workday. He didn't know you still worked a normal person's job.

"Hey P! I'm sorry I can't talk, I'm at work, can I call you in a few hours??"

"Oh shit, sorry! Yes." Pedro hung up frantically before he began to think. Did she just call me P? A nickname? He smiled to himself. He had been called many names, nicknames, and mispronunciations throughout his life. Some good nicknames, some… not so good. Other people have even called him P before. But never before had he heard a nickname from your lips.

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When you called him back after work, he decided to be bold. "Did you call me P?"

"Huh?" 

"Earlier when I called, did you say 'Hey P!' when you answered the phone?"

Your blood turned cold. Oh no. It slipped out. He hates that I used a nickname.

"I did. I figured it would be better for your privacy if I didn't say your name out loud."

"Oh. I see. Well, Pedro is a pretty common name."

Yeah but when your coworkers all know you're in love with Pedro Pascal, I don't think they'd be thinking of other Pedros.

"That's true. But some of my coworkers know I'm a big fan of yours so they might think I'm just delusional, haha" you answered… mostly honestly. Although you aren't sure "big fan" is the right word. It's just the safest.

Pedro thought about this and wondered: her coworkers know that she's a big fan? How big of a fan? Could I be the - nope, don't even go there.

"Big fan, huh? Well, thank you. I appreciate it. And I don't mind the nickname. I liked it. People call me a lot of names and I don't really mind." He had started to tease about the fan thing but decided to change gears.

"Oh good! I was worried I overstepped," you replied cautiously.

"You could never." And he meant it. With as much daydreaming as he's been doing lately, he's not sure there's much of anything you could do to overstep. He, however, worries he might. She's already in love with someone. Stop.

He cleared his throat and continued "so I didn't know you worked, outside of your music."

"Oh yeah, I mean the music is fairly new. Luckily my coworkers haven't figured it out yet, surprisingly." You continued to describe your job, Pedro listening intently (as if work was actually entertaining).

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After the work discussion, there was a quiet pause. "Hello?" You asked, wondering if Pedro had been disconnected.

He suddenly sounded serious. "Can I… uh.. ask you a question?"

"Oh. Um… Okay…" you replied, heart pounding.

"You mentioned your coworkers not finding out.. Do you think you're ever going to show people who you are?"

"Maybe someday…if they don't figure it out first."

"Do you think you'll ever tell your guy you love him?"

Your heart was ready to fly away it was beating so fast. "I'm thinking about it..."

"Can I ask - What's holding you back?" He asked cautiously, gently even.

Where to begin? You thought. But he doesn't need to know all that. He doesn't want to. You'll scare him off once he realizes what a mess you are.

"Eh, it's just my own silly worries! It's okay, I'll get over them I'm sure. I know I can't stay hidden forever," you deflected as best as possible.

"Anxiety is a hard thing to conquer, but your worries aren't silly if they bother you. If you ever need to go to someone, I'm here to talk."

"Thanks, Pedro. But really, don't worry about me. I'm okay."

"That's not fair to you. How often have you felt the need to say that? That you're okay, in order to not worry someone else?"

Every time I'm worried. Nobody needs to be burdened by my stress.

"Oh.. I um.. I just don't want to burden anyone over something I should handle myself…I don't want my friends to feel like I'm using them as my therapist."

Pedro's heart sank even more. "I hate that anyone could ever make you feel that way. But if you want to talk, I'm here to listen. You won't burden me. I promise."

You couldn't help the sniffle that escaped you. "I don't want to push you away." Your voice dropped down to practically a whisper "I don't want you to leave."

Pedro's heart broke. "Baby… the only way you'll push me away is if you tell me to leave. Let down your walls. Talk to me."

Did he just call me baby? You immediately snapped up, quieting your tears instantly.

The realization hit Pedro just the same. Shit, did I just slip and call her baby?! Oh what have I done? Tell me she didn't notice. Tell me she didn't hear me. She's worried about pushing me away, and I go and say something like that? 

Unsure of how to address the nickname, you decided to ignore it. He probably is just trying to be nice. Friends say things like that. Buddy, pal, babe, baby, love, honey. At least girl friendships do… ? It's probably nothing.

"Are you sure? I mean, you don't even know me that well," you hesitated.

"But I want to. It'll be okay. Let me in," Pedro said softly, cautious, like you'd flee.

And so you opened up. You told him about your anxieties. How it feels safer to just close yourself off from people. About not sharing your excitement and passion because people feel it's "too much." Not showing your feelings because your old crush said it was weird and pushed you away. Feeling like other people fit in so much easier than you ever can. Or how you wonder if your friends sometimes just are nice to you only because you're nice to them. How you're really nobody's favorite. 

With every word, Pedro's heart was breaking. All he wanted was to scoop you up in his arms and hold you until you believed all those things weren't true. Until you felt loved the way you deserved.

"But I guess one of the main reasons I haven't shown myself to the world is because of the things people have said about me without knowing me. About my music. About me being naive. Childish. Creepy even.." you continued.

"Those people are assholes. The second you get an ounce of fame and attention they'll do anything they can to knock you down. You're amazing. You're brave and bold and all you did was share your feelings and your voice. Those people just want to make themselves feel better about their own unhappy lives." Pedro spoke from his own experiences. Rumors and articles often spread like wildfire and it can be overwhelming. He isn't immune to that.

"Thank you. And I know that, but I think part of me believes they might be right… I really am just in my silly daydreams."

"They aren't right. You said it yourself, they don't know you. You know you. I'm starting to know you. I can already tell you aren't any of the nasty things people say, and those people couldn't even be half as good a person as you are." Pedro reassured.

"Thank you… but… well… can I ask you something?" You asked shyly.

"Of course."

"On the topic of what people have said… Another big reason I haven't told the guy I like is because I worry he wouldn't like me. Like he'd think the way those people do. You said earlier in your interview when you were asked - that if someone wrote a song or something like that about you, you'd still consider them. You'd give them a chance, even though they were clearly some obsessive fan. Were you telling the truth? Would you really give a fan a chance with you? Be honest with me," you pleaded nervously.

Pedro paused for a second, before answering with certainty. "Yes. I would feel at a bit of a disadvantage that they loved me before I got the chance to love them back... But I would give them a chance. As long as they're respectful, why shouldn't you? Who says celebrities should only end up with other celebrities? The world is full of people looking for and deserving of love. Including, especially, you."

Your heart fluttered around his words like a thousand butterflies taking flight at once.

"Thank you Pedro. You deserve that too. And if that's something you want too, I hope you find it."

Me. I hope you find me.

"Thank you. I hope you do too." He meant it. Even if it wasn't him, he wanted you to be happy.

"But lastly… I think a big reason I'm scared to show him who I am is…"

"Yeah?" Pedro could feel himself getting nervous.

"I don't… look like a celebrity. I don't look like those women in magazines. I'm not… skinny. I'm fat, and squishy… and I don't have flawless skin. I'm not… beau-"

"Stop," Pedro said.

"Sorry…" you fretted. You knew you'd push him away.

"No, no, no. Don't be sorry. But don't say to me that you aren't beautiful. Because you are. I don't even know what you look like but you're beautiful on the inside. And as far as the women in magazines? They've gone through hair and makeup and plastic surgery. They don't look perfect when you strip all that away. But you. We all have bad skin days. And you aren't defined by your body size. You may not be your own type. But for all you know, the man you are in love with might LOVE that you aren't skinny. He might love the curves and the natural beauty that you have. Not to mention that big heart of yours. You might just be his type."

You might be my type, he thought. 

You were crying now. Not a sniffle, but a genuine cry. And Pedro felt as though he must have made things much worse. Until you said "thank you Pedro. I'm sorry for putting all this on your shoulders. But thank you for your words. I know that I don't like my own body and I just assume others wouldn't as well. But maybe you're right. Maybe he would love me back."

"I think he will. You just need to give him a chance to see you the way you are. You deserve to be loved as you are. He will love you back."

And if he doesn't, I think I already do. Pedro finally admitted to himself.

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A Dangerous Game Ch 6

Emily Prentiss x reader warnings: language, alcohol, usual BAU case type violence/talk, smut, daddy kink, breeding kink/cum kink..... sorry for the delay on this ch, i just kept getting stuck uninspired to write this week despite desperately wanting to! i hope this week is better but im wokring more shifts and managing this weekend so i doubt it lol send me good vibesis anyone else having trouble with desktop? Like it LAGS so bad when i try to type. Ive swapped browsers, cleared out my computer & i swear its just worse….

You’d reached your six month mark with the BAU, which meant you’d been called into Emily’s office in the middle of a paperwork day, your heart nearly skyrocketing in your chest until you realized what it was about. She praised your work, both in the field and at the home office, commending how good of a fit you were for the team, and that she couldn’t be happier with your placement, and that you were putting down roots here, that you felt comfortable enough to do so. While you had been on edge at first, the meeting relaxed almost instantly, while she was still your superior, there was a sense of comfortability as you talked, laughter and jokes passed back and fourth. Right as you stood from your chair when she’d dismissed you she spoke once again,

“Hey, Pen and I are grabbing drinks after work, you wanna join?”

“You… sure that’s a good idea?” You raised a brow and she chuckled at the meaning behind your words.

“We’re allowed to be friends, aren’t we?”

“Guess we are.” You smiled back, “yeah, that sounds great.”

It may have been your six month mark since starting with the BAU, but today was the start of allowing yourself to be friends with and be seen with Emily while in your home territory. You just reminded yourself that this didn’t mean anything was changing, you’d picked up on it before Emily had even brought it up. Penelope had jokingly asked over coffee if you were scared of Emily, and that there was no reason to be, because under that dark exterior she truly was a softie. You’d laughed it off, saying that at your last posting your superior was strictly that, he’d been the type to not separate work from anything else, keeping the boundaries between employees strict and never hanging out with the team. Thankfully that was enough of an answer for Penelope and she didn’t ask anymore questions.

*

Medford, Oregon was the next city that the team was called to.

This time the unsub was targeting couples, and after some examination, the team was quick to figure out his hunting ground was spilt between three separate bars, and on a scheduled rotation, it was almost like he wanted to get caught. The profile was made and JJ was the one to announce it on the local news for what to look out for, withholding just the right amount of information to make sure he’d strike again.

“I don’t like this whole sit around and wait tactic.” The local captain grumbled.

“We’re not going to sit around and wait.” Emily pointed out, “we know where he’s going to be tonight.”

“So what? We just stake out the location and pull over anyone suspicious? That’ll be great for business.”

“We’re going to send in some undercovers.” She retorted and it was his turn to laugh.

“I don’t know how the FBI works agent, but that kind of thing takes time out here.”

“Good thing I came with reinforcements.” She practically smirked, glancing through the team, “JJ’s already made herself known… Wilson? How’d’you feel about stepping up?”

“You ask that like I have a choice in the matter.” You laughed, shifting up onto the desk behind you, “yeah I can handle it.”

“Good.” Her eyes danced over everyone for a moment, “you and Morgan will handle this.”

“You two up to that?” The local asked, “this guy, he only takes vics who are guaranteed to leave together, ones who are clearly couples.”

“Oh I think baby girl and I can handle it.” Derek chuckled, wrapping an arm around your waist and you groaned, playfully shoving him away from you.

“Morgan keep your hands to yourself until we’re on the job.” You teased and he laughed again, ducking down to kiss your cheek leading you to shove him away from you again.

“We’ll get you two ready and wired up and as much as I want you immersed in your roles please remember that we don’t know what this guy looks like yet, you need to be aware of your surroundings.” Rossi commented and the two of you nodded, assuring him that you were up for the task. Someone had to get this unsub taken down, no matter what kind of pretending you had to do in the meantime.

*

Voodoo Martini was the location for your little set up that evening, JJ and Spencer set up already inside, separately at opposite ends of the bar. Emily and Dave were monitoring with the sheriff in an unmarked van out front with back up around the block. They’d gone in before the bar opened, outfitting it with cameras to monitor the situation and Emily was currently kicking herself for having to send you in on a case like this one. A last minute shopping trip to accurately fit the part left you in a scoop necked halter top, tits pushed up and practically bouncing with each step you took and a pair of jean shorts that Derek already had his hand in the back pocket of while the two of you approached the entrance to the bar.

His arm wound securely around your waist as you entered the place, glancing around as if you were checking to see if anyone you knew was there tonight. The place was pretty full already, dark with coloured lights highlighting the room, soft strobes over on the dance floor. One wall was lined with booths, high top tables scattered throughout the space and two bars, one in the corner of the dance floor beside the DJ booth that was three steps down from the level you entered on where the other larger bar was. Approaching that, Derek squeezed at your side,

“Grab me a beer sweetheart? I’m gonna run to the bathroom.” He pressed a kiss to your temple and slipped off into the crowd leaving you to greet the bartender.  

You ordered the beer for him along with a vodka soda for yourself, turning so your body language was open to the room, eyes surveying the crowd for a moment while you took the first couple of sips of your drink. It wasn’t long after that a guy came up, introducing himself as Brandon and asked if he could buy you a shot, you accepted and turned the flirt on just the right amount. You knew Derek was back before you felt his hand on your waist simply at the way Brandon tensed,

“Miss me?” Derek greeted, his free hand brushing your hair off to the side so he could kiss your neck, pulling you snug to him as you slid the beer in his direction.

“Could you have taken any longer? Fuck.” You nipped at his jaw, “meet Brandon.” You gestured to the other man, who practically squeaked out an excuse about needing to meet his friends before scurrying off and Derek chuckled into your ear, his breath hot on your skin.

“Not our guy.” He murmured.

“He did approach thinking I was alone.” You replied, turning to face him and he kept you close, his free hand moving under your chin, tilting it up to him.

“Yeah?” He raised a brow, “well the guy at ten o’clock has had his eye on you since you walked in and hasn’t stopped staring since I came back.”

“I’m not stupid enough to look, I’ll trust your instinct.”

“You trust my instinct to turn up the heat now then?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow and you held back the urge to roll your eyes.

*

“These guys are good.” Emily commented from inside the van, “better than I expected.”

“Almost too good.” Rossi replied, gesturing towards the tv, it gave them video access but no audio. Emily’s eyes drifted back toward the screen and widened at the sight of Derek pulling you closer to him as the two of you kissed, “you sure these two aren’t sleeping together?” Dave asked and Emily did her best not to choke on her coffee, letting out a laugh.

“Doubt it.”

“Dunno,” the sheriff cut in, “if two members of my squad looked like that, I’d think they were.”

“Now that I think of it, when we were in Miami I was going to the ice machine and I saw Wilson sneaking back into her room, looked like she was coming from the direction of Morgan’s.”

“You know who would know the answer to this?” Emily was doing her best to shush the topic as quick as she could, Dave glanced toward her with a raised brow, “Garcia.”

“Good call.” He nodded with a small chuckle, turning back to the surveillance in front of them.

*

Back inside the club, Derek and you mingled, wandering between the bar, a high top table and very reluctantly, you let him drag you out onto the dance floor. You were careful to alternate your drinks with glasses of soda water that looked like they still had booze in them, but still played up the illusion of being drunk. The two of you chatted with more than a few club goers, first to make sure you looked and were approachable, and second to try and find your target. A few hours later and you found yourself back up at the bar, talking with Drew, the guy who Derek had clocked right as you’d gotten there. He certainly seemed interested, buying the both of you another round as the three of you got to know each other a little bit better, pulling lies out of thin air as you went. You’d just accepted a fresh drink from Drew, raising it to clink against his glass, your hand lingering on his arm a moment too long when your phone buzzed on the bar top. Your brow furrowed and you felt a surge of anxiety shoot through you at the notification being labelled ‘Prentiss’ so you quickly scooped it open and swiped open the message.

‘We’re at the wrong place, news bulletin must’ve spooked the unsub. Just found a body two blocks from Whiskey River.’

‘Copy that.’

You nudged at Derek, showing him the screen as you spoke, “babe, our ride’s here.”

“Better get goin’. Thanks for the drinks man.” He clapped Drew on the shoulder as you hopped off the bar stool, swiping a pen from the bar top.

“Sorry we’ve gotta leave like this.” You feigned a pout, grabbing his hand and writing down seven random numbers, “call me.” You shot him a wink before the two of you slipped out of the bar, not dropping the act until you climbed into the SUV.

*

The rest of the night felt like a whirlwind as you left the bar, the team and local pd splitting up to canvas and examine the crime scene to try and figure things out. While you were glad to be out of the club and finally away from Derek’s lingering touches you could still practically feel the heat from his body on you and that was making you absolutely crave the touch of Emily. Part of you was starting to wish you could have gone undercover with her instead, though you knew you never would have been able to keep focussed and you doubt she could’ve either.

Emily did her best not to stare at you, wishing she could have just five minutes alone with you to pin you to a wall and have her way with you. She felt her stomach twisting at the memory of Derek’s hands all over you, the way he’d slowly kissed up your neck to show off to Brandon, just how well the two of you had done at posing as a couple. She was proud of the UC skills but it also lowkey made her want to throw up in her mouth. Having you still dressed in the same clothes, with just an FBI hoodie over top while you moved through the crime scene certainly wasn’t helping anything either.

*

Despite not catching the unsub you and Derek still stopped for a shot at the hotel bar when you finally got home before going your separate ways, a way to say ‘good job’ to the other without having to actually discuss things that had happened. You got back to your hotel room, your head tilting when the door opened and you found Emily perched on the end of your bed, a satin robe loosely tied over her naked body, the bulge between her legs evident.

“You here to debrief me?” You asked with a grin, pulling the hoodie off and tossing it to the spare bed as Emily stood, stepping toward you before her hand gently grabbed your jaw, tilting your face up to her.

“No.” She smirked, “I’m here to remind you who you belong to.”

“Oh?” Your eyes widened and she chuckled, dropping your face from her hand.

“I know it was all an act, but what can I say? I don’t like when other people touch my things.” She shrugged, her hand trailing down your body, slipping between your legs, “and who does this pussy belong to?” She grabbed at your cunt and you gasped, your breath catching in your throat.

“You daddy…”  You breathed out, your eyes fluttering shut and she chuckled.

“That’s what I thought.” Her hand tickled up your body again, tugging at the hem of your shirt as it went and you pulled it off, “I think it’s about time daddy marks you, hmm angel… would you like daddy to stuff you with cum?”

“God yes.” You practically moaned, fingers swiftly getting rid of the robe she had on, gulping over the size of the strap she had on.

“Good.” She smirked, her hands undoing your bra, letting it fall to the floor before they slipped into the waistband of your shorts, urging you to shove them down your legs along with your panties.

Before she could even get another word out you’d sunk to your knees in front of her, looking up at her with doe eyes, a pout on your lips before your tongue darted out, swiping a long lick on the underside of her cock.

“Please?”

“Christ.” She muttered, feeling herself flutter around nothing at the idea of it alone as she nodded and you let out a small giggle.

A moment later and your lips had wrapped around the toy, sinking down to the base, letting it hit the back of your throat in the same moment the base of the toy hit Emily’s clit and she groaned softly. Her hand tangled into your hair, watching the way you began to bob on her length, wet, sinful sounds leaving your lips as you did so. You were eager and she was never going to deny something like the sight of you on your knees for her, you were so fucking hot.

One of your hands glided up her thigh and your fingers slipped under the strap, beginning to toy with her pussy and she gasped. The moment two of your fingers slipped into her wetness she moaned, her free hand clutching at the dresser, never in her life had she had someone get her off while she fucked their mouth and it was an entirely new sensation she would never forget. The sight of you in front of her, burying her cock into your throat, the way your skin bulged as she did so, the eager way you sucked more and more into your lips with each thrust was already enough for her. But now there you were, fingers fucking into her with ease, curling and twisting with expertise, easily finding the sensitive spot within her walls. She was moaning before she knew it, tugging at your hair, holding you down on her cock, living for the sounds you made groaning around it as your fingers fucked her faster, the wet sounds from her cunt getting louder and dirtier with each move of your hand.

“Oh fuck… fuck princess!” She cried and her cock slipped from your mouth with a lewd pop, your fingers not letting up.

“You gonna come for me daddy?” You asked, your voice like silk, the tip of her dick resting against your cheek while your fingers curled within her once again and her thighs shuddered. “I know you want to.” You teased, lips wrapping around her cock once again for a couple of pulses, “come in my mouth. Please?”

“Fuck…” Emily swore softly, watching the way you wrapped around her cock once more as your fingers picked up the pace and within a matter of seconds she was shaking above you, orgasm rocking through her as you continued to bob on her cock.

Her hand shifted from the dresser to the base of the toy and you let her pull it from your lips, opening your mouth as your tongue extended out, waiting for her cum. She shivered in the cool air of the room as she squeezed at the base of the toy and the lube spurted out into your mouth.

“Ah!” Her hand shot out to your jaw right before you went to close it and you grinned as she did so. Emily ducked over you, her tongue surging into your mouth, scooping up as much of the lube as she could, deeply kissing you before pulling away ever so slightly. She then opened her lips, letting it drip down back into your mouth until it was painting your tongue once again, “good girl.”

She watched as you closed your mouth, swallowing the lube before presenting her with a clean empty mouth.

“Get on the bed so daddy can fill that needy pussy with cum.” She nudged at your shoulder and you were quick to scramble onto the bed, watching as she refilled the dildo. “On your hands and knees angel.”

You quickly flipped, letting out a low moan as Emily’s hand sunk between your legs, her fingers teasing your folds, smearing your wetness around, “you really this wet from just getting daddy off? You naughty girl.” She cooed.

“Please…. Please daddy…” your eyes scrunched shut, “need your cock.. now..”

“Now?” She chuckled, the tip of it sliding through your lower lips, resulting in a low moan from you as your hips pushed back toward her, “I guess you really are needy.” She sunk the tip into you before pulling it out, a whine escaping your lips, “well, you were good today princess, I guess I’ll give you what you want.” She sunk fully into you with ease and you groaned, “words baby….”

“Hard and fast.” You murmured, doing your best to bury yourself into the pillows as she gripped your hips with a dark chuckle.

The first thrust Emily gave you was harder than you expected, a loud gasp leaving your lungs before you bit down onto the pillow, the next one just as hard, as you’d asked for. Her hands gripped at your skin so tightly you knew you’d likely have some kind of marking the next morning. Each pump of her hips met yours with vigor, moans leaving both your lips. She couldn’t help but admire just how well you took it, how much of a good girl you really were.

“Christ baby..” She swore, “doing so fucking good for daddy. Already creaming all over my cock… you gonna come already?” She let out a groan at the sight of the toy smeared with your juices, knowing just how good she was making you feel.

“More… please!” You begged, feeling the pleasure surge through you, your pussy clenching down around her cock, wishing it would never end.

“Want me to touch you?” She asked, her hand wrapping around your hips in search of your clit.

“Choke me…” you managed to utter out between soft moans and Emily felt herself flutter once again. She let out a quiet swear before pulling you flush up to her by the hair, smirking as you moaned at the sensation. Her hand ghosted up your body before wrapping around your throat, squeezing as she continued to fuck you.

“That’s my dirty girl.” She purred into your ear, “so fucking naughty for daddy, you just love it don’t you?”

“Uh.. ye… yes..” Your entire body was on fire, you felt like you were about to burst yet there was something missing. Something that Emily only took a second to realize what it was, her free hand shifting from your hip to your clit, pinching and rubbing furiously at it until you were shaking in her arms, doing your best to not be too loud as your orgasm rocked through you.

The hand around your throat vanished, letting you drop to the bed while the other one returned to your hip, Emily feeling herself pulse as she watched you come. She pumped her hips a few more times before she squeezed at the base of the toy, shooting her cum deep into your greedy cunt. You let out a very satisfied moan at the sensation, shuddering as she softly fucked it deeper into you.

“Fuck…” you muttered.

“You like that?” She chuckled, raising a brow.

“Want you to come in me every time.” You mumbled the reply and she laughed, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss between your shoulder blades as she slipped out of you.

“I think that can definitely be arranged.”

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[thewintersoldierdisaster]

I know that Andrei is literally the cutest girl dad in the world, but He's also a boy dad so I imagine doing things with Dimitri like.

-buying first hockey kit

-teaching him how to play hockey

-Fishing trips with Uncle Geno

-🎀

okay i feel like i don’t give boy dad drei enough attention! but that changes now! 🥰

so andrei isn’t the kind of guy that needed to have a son, like he would’ve been just as happy with four girls or five girls, but when dimitri is born, he’s really really thrilled

there’s something about being able to pass his name down to his son and get to be a boy dad that’s really special

he has a great bond with all the kids, but you love seeing him with his sons

andrei’s always talking to them about growing up to be good men and respectful of women and people in general

when it’s just dimitri, he and geno joke that they’re gonna get t-shirts for the “svechnikov boys club” and they both love hanging out with their sons - at this point i picture geno with kids too (like a girl and a boy because he doesn’t have the same breeding kink that you and andrei have lol)

then two years later maks joins the party and andrei is just beyond thrilled to have two sons and he wants to make sure that they’re as close as he and geno are but you know you can’t force a brotherly relationship

luckily, they are really really close and it’s adorable to see their little matching blond heads bent together while they conspire against their big sisters

andrei loves taking all the kids onto the hockey rink for skates with dad, but when the boys express interest in playing hockey, you think he’s going to die of excitement

you let him had full run of buying the gear and practicing with them - he’s a little bummed when neither one wants to play forward, but you know it’s probably for the best so that neither is directly compared to andrei or geno

the three of them love to play wrestle when the boys are young and they play floor hockey before playing real hockey

andrei retires when the kids are still young-ish so he brings them to canes’ games at least 2-3 times a month

he’s never missed a school event or a sporting event or major milestone, unless he’s playing an away game and can’t avoid it

they learn how to do diy home projects or work on the cars together

andrei teaches all five kids how to drive because you’re way too nervous to do it and honestly, he’s not the best driver in the world either, so you’re mildly concerned that you’re sending five terrible drivers onto the road, but he does a really good job of it and all five make it their first year of driving without getting any tickets or into any accidents

every year andrei and geno take the the three sons on a week long fishing trip. sometimes igor joins them, but usually it’s just fathers and sons and you always love getting the pictures that andrei sends when one of the boys manages to catch a fish that’s bigger than their whole body

after the week, they all come home dirty and salty and smelling vaguely of fish, but they’re always beaming with happiness and andrei always has this look in his eyes and you know that they’re all going to carry the memories for the rest of their lives

and they do - eventually andrei becomes the grandpa on the trip and dimitri and maks bring their sons on the fishing trip and it’s just really cute all around

when the boys get drafted to different states (and countries, in dimitri’s case) they’re constantly calling and texting andrei for advice and guidance

both boys idolise andrei and geno and look up to them. andrei’s their favorite person in the world and they both just want to do him proud

your greatest achievement is the relationship you both have with all five kids and the fact that they’ve grown up to be generous, respectful, ambitious adults with huge hearts and love for the family - they all call home regularly and travel to see each other and have an amazing bond

he’s also made it clear to all five kids that either one of you will pick them up from any situation, no matter what, no judgement passed. he’s only had to do it once, picking up maks from a party that got out of control through no fault of his own. the kids are generally well behaved and avoid potentially messy situations

importantly, he’s never treated the boys any different from the girls. they’re all loved exactly equally and he’s never shown favoritism to the body simply because they’re boys

[unlocked-doors-verse]

Origins: Character Headcanons + Lore Thoughts

Good timezone!

So, here's some added development to the AU! Of course, Mystery Kids is still happening but again, I have a lot of prompts to get through

For starters, the readers are not immediately introduced to all of the characters at once; this will be split in about 4-5 one-shots (certain characters will meet the others beforehand and then do a big meet toward the end- that is all i'm going to say for now). Part 1 is actively being worked on - ft. a cross between Danny Phantom and Miraculous Ladybug, but for now- I plan on focusing with character headcanons and some additional lore elements everyone can be privy too!

On one hand, we have Danny Phantom and Miraculous Ladybug where we have Danny Fenton, Adrien Agreste, and Marinette Dupain-Cheng - and their initial first meeting during Secret Origins

Danny Phantom / Miraculous Ladybug Headcanons

~ Out of the trio, Danny is the oldest; Adrien and Marinette are the youngest (there's a year of difference between them and Danny) [author's cut: I based this on when the respective shows came out. Danny Phantom aired in the early 2000's with Miraculous Ladybug getting released sometime in 2014/2015]

~ This isn't spoilers per se, but there's going to be a case of mistaken identity when Danny meets Adrien and Mari for the first time. The rest is spoilers, and I will leave you to try and figure it out! The only thing I'm going to say is that ghosts aren't a common thing in Paris-

~ This is set in an ambiguous timeline- the only thing I will say for certain is that Phantom Planet has yet to happen. A lot of the current canon for Miraculous Ladybug has been completely disregarded- partially because I never got past... I'd say season five? (and what I've heard about the newer seasons sounds like entering the Twilight Zone-)

~ Danny is auDHD because it just makes sense- (he has dual special interests on space and inventions; not to mention his ghostly obsession)

~ Adrien and Mari are definitely some breed of neurodivergent (autistic! Adrien, at least and I thought Mari is ADHD or something- this is canon now you can't tell me I'm wrong /lh)

~ Danny and his family end up in Paris, France during the summer due to reasons

~ so far, no identity reveals beyond the obvious have happened. For Danny, it only applies to Sam and Tucker; in Miraculous Ladybug, Mari isn't willing to share her identity with Adrien (this is done on purpose as this is still early into the character introductions)

~ this is no way a spoiler, but Adrien and Danny are so going to bond over puns and jokes- (and other reasons but shhh)

~ unresolved traumas? oh, absolutely- like on one hand, you have Danny who has definitely been going through the burner with protecting his own identity not from his enemies but his parents; Mari definitely has a savior complex and is so set on saving everyone, she barely puts herself first- and Adrien, my sweet summer child- how do I explain what this kid is going through when it comes to Gabriel fucking Agreste? (author's cut: Gabriel is not a good parent lol- I'm not doing a full meta-analysis on him but he doesn't really have Adrien's best interests at heart)

~ Adrien does try to see the best in everyone, but he is wearing down from certain things- i am not going to sugarcoat things, because this is going to a different level of mature and Adrien does try and cover how he feels

Lore Thoughts + Elements

~ As mentioned before, ghosts are not a common thing within Paris. Danny would be an outlier in the equation because this isn't something the citizens have seen before, and it might take some time for them to adjust further into the first arc of the SQ AU

~ If this somehow isn't obvious, Akuma attacks do not occur inside Amity Park (as for one thing, Hawk Moth has never once stepped foot inside the city and for another- ghosts and Kwamis do not mix, it's just not possible)

~ however, citizens from Amity Park can be Akumatized should they leave or if, say, somehow- they were brought into the city but for now, do what you will with this information. Good luck

~ (implied plot elements) "In the purple smoke lies what you hold most dear; to undo what has been done, break the cycle and rewind the masked's design". (author's cut: i'm sure you can figure this one out, but honestly there is so much more coming, so keep an eye out!)

~ Secret Origins Lore / Teen Heroes AU (the name is still subject to change): as mentioned before, there will be about 4-5 one-shots before the main story releases- this may have a little bit of major plot arcs so read at your own discretion - due to the overlapping themes within the four fandoms, there are multiple sectors throughout the world that are specifically for the current growing number of teen superheroes (author's cut: the Dragon Council, for instance- among others, take with this what you will. of course there's more to come)

~ since this is only the first in the Secret Origins background- character introductions are fairly limited; and honestly, I was going to use one of the specials to push forth the lore but ultimately, I scrapped that version (but I could rewrite the version of events that could have happened: especially since I had tied it back to the New York special-) though the alternate version aside, going back to the introductions- the point is for the sectors to slowly become part of... well, let's just say that certain alliances within this piece are going to be only one part of what's to come-

(Author's Cut: As of right now, this project continues to remain a Work in Progress and of course, I'm trying to limit myself with the spoilers- currently the early stages of the Miraculous Ladybug x Danny Phantom fanfic are being worked on, and I am considering writing a small snippet of it! Without spoilers, of course!

You’re going to see a lot more for this and the Unlocked Doors AU soon. These poor kids are definitely going to through it.)

~ Mod Danny

[r0semirages]

So. I made an RTC swap au!!

It started just with an idea of John Doe!Ricky that I had for a pretty long time, but recently I decided to turn it into something cooler, so I made this whole thing. Maybe I'll sketch their designs later (or at least make picrews of them), but idk how much time it will take. I haven't change some things, like the relationships between some characters, because I thought it wouldn't work very well. But, this isn't fully finished yet, so there's some moments that may be changed in the future.

I imagine this AU more like a play, than a musical and honestly I really don't think that it'll become something serious, cause I'm not that good at writing and creating full stories, so, at least at the moment, it's just for fun. Also, the designs are based on the 2016 cast, but feel free to make your own interpretations with your favorite cast. And maybe someday I'll make them too, we'll see. Anyway, hope y'all enjoy it!! (Pls excuse me if there are any mistakes, english isn't my first language, blah blah blah. Also there are a lot of spoilers for rtc, so if you plan to watch it — don't read further!)

So, first is Penny — the most imaginative girl in town. She's super silly, sometimes awkward and doesn't really have any friends because most people think she's weird. Penny often gets left out or bullied, and she uses escapism to cope with this + all the stuff with her parents, who she didn't get enough love from. Her fantasies is a bit different from the original Ricky's: they don't have a lore, she just makes up random stories to escape from reality and writes them out sometimes. She *definetely* writes fanfiction and probably posts it online. For some reason people find it cool, but no one in the choir knows about it. She's still a Seven-Up fan and she plays the ukulele (that will be used in the new birthday song for Ricky)

I changed her design just a bit, now she wears a lot of accessories, mostly pins (bc I headcanon the og Ricky having them) and it's mostly based on Emily Rohm's Penny, while her personality is more like legoland Penny's.

The next is Ocean — the angriest girl in town. Like the og Mischa, she hates her parents (but in this case they aren't adoptive) and their lifestyle, but instead of becoming the most succesful to prove that she's different from them, this Ocean just becomes a total mess and starts hating everyone. Idk if I will make her like shitty rap about money in autotune, but she definetely has a history of stealing stuff from stores, lol.

Design changes: messy hair; she doesn't have a headband and a tie, her shirt isn't fully buttoned up. She wears a sweater vest over it with a short skirt (a dress, actually).

Then we have Constance — the most succesful girl in town. She's a big nerd and spends a lot of her time studying because she wants to be the best. In general she behaves just like original Ocean and treats Noel like Ocean would treat her in the og musical (they're besties, but not really). She's pretty mean and very ambitious. This Constance doesn't have as much love for her town as the og one and she plans to move out (and become a premier minister of Canada, maybe :p) She's the one to make the final vote in this AU and of course she will choose John Doe/Ricky.

I haven't change a lot of things in the design, but her hair isn't dyed anymore, buns are down, she has a tie and maybe some hairpins. In general she looks a bit more tidy

Next one: Noel — the nicest boy in town. A complete opposite to the og Noel, he doesn't want to change anything in his life and enjoys living in Uranium. He's still super homosexual and has a big crush on Mischa, and, as I've said before he's "best friends" with Constance who treats him like shit and makes jokes about how he's never gonna breed👍🏻 /ref

He's really insecure about himself, but very friendly with everyone else (especially Mischa). He still enjoys all the french stuff, but you know, in a less... horny... way. And his mother is a baker and Noel often helps her in their cafe

He now has a short-sleeved shirt, round glasses and half of his hair is purple (it's also a bit more messy). In general I didn't change a lot in his design, but I made him such an UwU softie boy /j

Then, Mischa — the most romantic boy in town (ah yes, this one is for you, Mischa simps). He's still in love with Talia and his backstory is the same, but instead of becoming an angry rapper, he became a sad romantic guy, who dreams about moving to Ukraine with his (probably non-existing) internet fiancé. He just wants to be happy :(

Design changes: his clothes and hair aren't that messy anymore and he has a black jacket (like the one chance theatre Noel had). Also his nails are usually black or any other dark shade!!

And! Finally! My best creation yet — John Doe!Ricky. Perhaps, the rest of the choir doesn't remember him (well, in fact they do remember him, but it's a different theory and I don't want to bring it here) because he couldn't talk and no one really noticed him. The only person he was pretty close with was Penny, but still, they weren't even friends, they just standed close to each other while the choir was performing and both sat in the back of a rollercoaster when the accident happened. There will be a role-swapped version of the Savannah scene, but I don't know what name should I use instead of Savannah yet (if you have any ideas, please drop them in the comments!! I'll be very grateful)

When he gets choosen by Constance he'll came back to life as Ricky and yes, he WILL remain disabled because I'm a very big Ricky fan + a very big ableism hater, don't expect that shit from me👎🏻👎🏻👎🏻 Also he will still have 14 cats because. Why not. I love cats.

The only thing that will change is the fact that he's a little happier now?? People around him treat him better and he doesn't have to fantasize about fucking cat-people from Zolar to be happy lol. Oh man I'm writing a bit too much about him sorry I just love this guy a lot. Bless his little heart

Finally, about his design: honestly he's just a yassified version of this picture /hj

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Okay, so he has a head stolen from some super swag dressed in a Bowie-like style doll that for some reason was in the warehouse. He has a big purple star around one of his eyes and some parts of his hair are also colorful (purple/blue/pink). His clothes isn't very different, but maybe I'll add some more accesories

Well, that's all atm. I will try my best to make some content for this and keep developing this idea and I really really hope you will like it!

Reblogs/comments/likes are VERY appreciated and again, if you have any recommendations for improving this au I'll be really glad to hear them or just any of your thoughts!!!

Ty for reading (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠✧⁠*⁠。

[officeobject]

I have no intro, and I think at this point everyone knows that I make intros, like the sandwich intro, just for fun or whatever, and the actual reason I choose these topics, is because I had them as an idea, maybe had gotten inspired, but generally, got in a good enough mood to type it all out.

You know, I actually got called "frenchfurrygender" as a joke once, and I feel weird happy feelings when thinking about it, and even felt it when I for the first time had it in the corner of my eye, but I'm not French, and let me clarify that xenogenders might sound similar in name, but are actually valid, and xeneophobes (not the same as xenophobes, but also xenophobes), can feck off ... that being said, frenchfurrygender isn't a xenogender, therefore, it ain't real (unless the gender police says it's real, LOL).

Anyways, I give permission for y'all to guess my gender, therefore, y'all can do it.

I didn't include every gender in this, because ... well, queer people should understand why, there's basically infinite genders.

Also, multigender people exist, but I think I read it wasn't possible making multiple options on Tumblr, and I also don't know how, so just comment the combinations ... or just leave it vague.

In case you're wondering why I'm making this, it's again another "yeah, I just want your perception and am tooootally not also gonna judge you for it" type of thing.

In case your perception of me is just "trans" and you wanna figure your way from there for the sake of this poll, I'm non-intersex (not sure what the word for that is) female, and therefore AFAB. If that's gonna make you see me as my body or whatever, then I want you to look up both therapy and "sexual attraction", because ew, what the fuck?

In case you want MORE trivia about me, I do have quite the bitch of a fursona I haven't revealed on Tumblr, but if you wanna know how I see myself and can't just Colby-Tybbles-teenage-boy-ghost yourself into my room and look at the commissioned paper, don't worry, because my subconscious can't register what I see in the mirror as myself, but registers my fecking Pinkie Cooper And The Jet-Set Pets Ginger Jones doll, as myself, when looking at it. Also, I hate the look of every sex, I like the look of humans wearing clothes and just having clothes on and never taking them off, in case you need to know how I feel about body stuff (no nipples, no curves, no butt, no PP, no bobbles, etc), and also for some reason my hair looks exactly like the saluki dog breed, which is one of the only parts of my body that looks like me, but that's okay, because my body is my car for my personality ... WROOM WROOM -

Turns out, not many options are able to be made, in a poll. You could also comment your guess, if it's not there.

But yes, you get to headcanon me as trans! Or even cis! *Softly exclaims* OH MY GOOD ...

Follow my account for when you get to headcanon about my opinions on mugs, of which I will then laugh and judge everyone who gets it wrong, but also never reveal the correct answer/answers.

I know this is weird since I'm a real life person and not a character but I'm allowing people to just guess/headcanon stuff, but oh well!

Also, this is the first poll I'm not voting on, and that's because I don't want y'all to get the correct answer as a spoiler, and none of the options are goofy and funny (unlike me knowing my age but "guessing" it in the age-guess poll anyway, and choosing "16" regardless, because that's the minimum age, and I just thought that would be funny ... in case you're wondering, it's actually the most popular age-guess for me, and I think "26+" or something, is the SECOND most popular option, and yeah, fair enough, man).

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Hello! would it be ok to ask for knotting + breeding + impregnation + dacry for Wintersberg? Set post RE8, Ethan+Karl survive and get away from village with Rose. Karl always wanted a big family and Ethan doesn't want Rose to be an only child, plus the resulting kid will be as special moldy as her. With Ethan being the pregnant one (bc he's all moldy -making the necessary parts wouldn't be that difficult if the mold can make a giant dragon out of a woman). If I'm being too greedy with the amount of kinks and restrictive with setting, then I ask just for the impregnation kink in any setting you want, please!

hello anon! thank you for playing! here’s one of two fills i was pondering for this prompt. this is the softer version, set in a nebulous alternative "some people live, other people die" universe wherein heisenberg has already been domesticated, lol. still i spent more time than i should have establishing a relationship for the purpose of the filth. i am so rusty (and wrote a decent chunk during a migraine whoops) so i hope it isn't incomprehensible. enjoy.

rating: explicit

word count: 5.3k

warnings: sadism, masochism, breeding kink, dacryphilia, face fucking, anal sex, implied mpreg, anal fingering, light(?) feminization, some mild cbt, and a smattering of other things that matter less

pairing: karl heisenberg/ethan winters

"We'll do what we can to keep you off the BSAA's radar."

Chris slid a thin stack of folders across the table. Old floorboards creaking when he shifted his weight in the rough-hewn slat back chair. Ethan flipped through them, taking note of their contents. Beside him, Karl sat staring at Chris, sunglasses and hat on even in the dim light, face dour and chewing on the foot of an unlit cigar. He held Rose drooling and propped on his shoulder, her small fists wrapped in Karl's beard and hair. 

Fabricated identifications, passports, birth certificates, all printed, signed and embossed. An envelope of bank slips for an account into which a modest monthly stipend would be deposited. Paperwork for the small house, the three acres of land it sat on. A decades' worth of tax forms. A pamphlet for talk therapy.

"You won't be safe. I won't - can't - guarantee that. But you will be safe enough."

Ethan stood and Chris stood with him. They shook hands until the military stiffness with which Chris held himself splintered, and Ethan found himself pulled close and caught in an embrace. The thick wool jacket Chris wore smelled like pine and cigarettes and gunpowder and lead. Ethan could feel with his cheek the plate carrier concealed beneath the fabric. Equally as heavy, Karl's eyes sharp at his back.

"Thank you, Chris. For all you've done."

"Take care, Ethan."

"You can't trust these pricks," Karl said once Chris had gone and the growl of half a dozen car engines had faded into the mountains. 

"We don't have a choice."

"Of course we do. Get him and his wolves back in here. I'll slaughter them while you pack up the car."

"Don't say that. They won't think you're joking."

Rose sneezed, wriggling like a worm, and Karl rocked her and cooed her name until she settled. Her hair was growing. Now little wisps fell long enough to frame her face in a halo, and Karl had tied some back with a little pink slip of a bow.

"You don't have to like it," Ethan sighed, when the silence in the kitchen had grown too thunderous. The documentation of their rebirths stacked between them, lit yellow by the kitchen's single halogen bulb. Karl stared at the papers and held Rose against his heart.

"As far as I'm concerned, this is just another leash."

---

Ethan had already had the chance to become accustomed to this way of living. The house he had shared with Mia had been handpicked by whatever BSAA paper-pusher had been in charge of his case file; they'd not even had a say in the color of the carpeting. So long as Rose was warm with mashed peas to fill her belly, there was little he felt worth complaint. This still was true. Yet much had changed and it was in other ways he now struggled to adapt. 

In early dawn and on the cusp of waking he often forgot that Mia was dead. Once the memory returned he would weep and become unfit for company for hours. They were higher in the mountains now than he had been; he was plagued by increasingly frequent headaches. Most troublesome: he had trouble acclimating to a man with heavy footfalls walking the halls of his home. Knowing it was Karl but being unable to convince his heart rate or his pulse that there was no danger lurking, no teeth waiting to snap at his neck. Only a man tasked with the uncertainty of freedom - who often in the hours of the day found himself doing nothing and who had not yet learned how to cope.

The house was small. They crashed against one another often, violently, passionately. Fights first, and then stalemates, and finally fucking. This was what they both understood, and after everything that had transpired in the village, what made sense.

---

Ethan woke to a strange room cramped and black with shadow. His armpits and the sheets beneath him swampy, stinking of sweat; his pulse thrumming and his breathing quick and he knew with the conviction of all prey that something lay in wait in that blackness with hunger and with teeth. For 120 seconds, he counted the ticking of the wall clock and waited to die. When death did not take him he gasped and wept into his hands until the tightness in his chest began to ease.

"Karl," he said, when he could speak, "I think I had a nightmare. Karl."

But where Karl slept was empty.

Ethan, shaking, drenched, rolled from the bed. He crept towards the little bassinet where Rose sometimes still slept and found it also empty, the mattress cool to the touch. A horror cold like lakewater flooded him, drowned him in panic. He tore the blankets aside, but she was gone. His Rose. He put his hand to his mouth and bent to retch, his eyes flowing again with tears. Where was she? Where was she? He lurched for the doorway, stumbling and blind in the dark.

"Shh, little darling, quiet or you'll wake your daddy."

"Karl?"

Karl looked up from Rose where she lay cradled in his arms. He stood with her in the living room, the both of them cast in the warm flicker of oil lantern light, their hair and their skin red and gold. Karl was wearing only the ill-fitting sleep trousers they had scavenged from the bedroom closet; Rose he had bundled tight in her favorite blanket. Her body lax, dreaming. When Ethan had spoken, Karl had had his nose pressed into the thin wisps of hair on her head. 

"She smells like you."

"You're alright. You're both right here."

"Neither of us could get to sleep so I figured we'd take a walk." Karl frowned, seemed to notice the state of Ethan; the cold sweat pouring out of him and the tremors shaking through him and the fat wet tears streaked across his cheeks. "Are you alright?"

"Fine, fine. Just a nightmare, that's all."

He didn't look convinced. But Rose huffed and his attention was taken. He adjusted his hold on her little body, dwarfing her in the circle of his arms.

There was no fighting the thought. They fit too right together. This was what Karl would look like, as a father, if he had ever been given the chance.

---

"Did you," Ethan began but soon quit, the question heavier than he'd expected. His tongue was not up to the task.

"Did I? What?"

Karl who tinkered with a little metal toy for Rose did not even break to glance at him. He unscrewed a screw with his hand and it floated from his fingers and idled by his head. Ethan sat with the discomfort of the question coiled inside him. How to ask such a thing? 

"Ethan, spit it out."

"Did you ever want a child?"

Karl paused. The screw rotated round and round, and his teeth and the corners of his mouth moved like he would have liked to be smoking. Ethan knew very little of Karl's life before Mother Miranda's influence. Only what little he'd been told and what little more could be built through conjecture. A factory inherited meant a father to bequeath it. Ethan didn't know much of inheritance, but he did know well enough about the expectations of fathers.

"What I wanted." Karl scoffed and shook his head. "Who cares what I wanted? Shit. A child? Who knows?"

"My dad wanted me to marry young. Settle down."

"And look where that got you. I think the most my father expected out of me was to knock a girl up out of wedlock and ruin the family business. Joke's on him, of course. The world ended for us before I could manage either." He rubbed the bridge of his nose and peered at Ethan past the rim of his glasses. "Why? What brought this up?"

"You're good with Rose. A natural. I just - it was a thought I had. That's all."

The toy and its screws and parts spun back into place, resolving into a recognizable shape. It was a monkey made of brass and tin, with arms that wound on a dial, and polished black nail heads for eyes. Ethan couldn't recall having bought it. Nor could he imagine any shop from where it might have come. 

Karl sighed.

"I guess - well, isn't it what every man wants? A pretty wife and a litter of kids. I'm no different."

---

"Oh, fuck - !"

Ethan shuddered through an orgasm, on his back and Karl rutting over and into him. His thighs and legs quaking, jerking - first through the weak spurting pleasure of his peak and then from the overwhelm, of having come and Karl not relenting. He whined and Karl laughed and kissed his slack mouth and screwed his thick wide cock into Ethan's ass, holding him still by the hips when Ethan jerked and tried to lift himself away.

"Where are you going, huh?"

"Nowhere, fuck, please come - "

"You want that? Want me to fill you up?"

"Yes, yes - !"

"Fuck - "

Karl gripped him, held him like a doll, slammed against him and stuttered and came. He stayed wet and slowly softening inside Ethan's body, rocking against him, holding him. Pressing bristly, wet kisses to Ethan's sweat-slick hair and forehead. Handsome, Ethan thought, and then, dangerous - Karl leering like a predator above him, face framed by the fall of his gray hair.

Gradually the rocking stilled. Karl unwound Ethan's arms from his neck. Then came dislodging his cock from the mess he had made of Ethan's body. Ethan hissed at the raw tender agony when the blunt head slipped out of him, catching briefly at the rim; followed then by the shameful trickle of lubricant and spend. 

"No, not on the sheets," he groaned, agonized, thinking of laundry. But Karl only grinned and kissed him and rolled Ethan onto his stomach. 

"It's fine. Be quiet, now. Let me enjoy this."

Ethan huffed against the pillows. Still he listened, laying quiet, while Karl held his still swollen cock in one fist and let the wet leaking head drag over Ethan's fuck-loosened hole. 

"Beautiful," he said. "Looks like I fucked a cunt into you."

Ethan winced. Felt a flush of heat that spilled red over his cheeks and shoulders. The tips of his ears as well he'd guess by the sly way Karl laughed.

"You like that, Winters? Knew you could be a bitch, but - "

"Stop," Ethan said. Skin burning, throat burning, stomach dropping to his knees. All familiar consequences of the cruelties meted out to him when he and Karl played these kinds of games. This was and was not the same. Surely he didn't - it wasn't true. Karl was only winding him up. Still. Karl's words - and his insistence, his confidence, his knowing what Ethan liked - dredged some latent want out of him even now. He tried the taste of it. Karl had fucked his cunt. Well. His spent cock twitched.

"Fuck that. You know what you say if you want to stop." 

Karl grabbed him, covering his cock and his balls with one huge hand, Ethan's cockhead nudging up against the rough calloused palm. First the grip was only firm and the anticipation sent Ethan's breathing heavy. That and the way he fit so neatly there, how Karl could enshroud him completely. Then, a squeeze, the pressure enough to seize him, the pain like the pressing of a bruise.

"Karl, please - "

"A pretty pussy is nothing to be ashamed of." 

"No, no - "

"That why you ask if I wanted a baby, Ethan? You want to give me one?"

Christ. Red liquid heat pooled between his thighs.

"Karl - "

"Yeah. That's it, isn't it? Fuck. You'd look good pregnant."

Ethan jerked forward, rabbit-fucking the soft head of his dick into Karl's fist, whole body aching and alight. He could not come again, was not hard. Still dazing bolts of pleasure lit the whole inside of him, buzzing along his nerves, terrible and joyous. Karl tightened and then released his hold and Ethan shuddered, whining, loud enough that Karl shoved a hand over his mouth to quiet him and followed him as he collapsed on his back into the skin-warmed bedsheets and the wet mess that had leaked from his hole.

"Do you think she heard?" Ethan whispered.

"Shhh."

They laid together in the tense quiet, waiting. No sound came from the rest of the house. A sigh, then, shared between them. Blessed relief. Then:

"I don't want to sleep in the wet spot."

"Christ. Quit your bitching."

Karl moved him and kissed him again, rolling then to his feet. He padded nude from the room. Soon after came the sweet thick stink of tobacco smoke curling from the kitchen to the bed. Now the haze and euphoria of the pain had fully passed, Ethan dragged his fingers through the cooled filthy mess on his stomach. Inside, beyond the dull ache of having been fucked, he felt strange and hollow. He pressed his hand into his stomach. Dreamed he felt a heartbeat drum back against his fingers.

---

Put a baby in you. Knock you up. Breed your tight little cunt. When they had the time to fuck this was what came tumbling out of Karl's mouth more often than not, said with the indulgent tone of a parent. Ethan, reluctant to encourage this behavior, nonetheless came like a punch to the sternum every time he did it. 

At least Karl seemed similarly affected. He had begun to spend long moments of their post-coital bliss prodding into the warm mess of Ethan's insides, shoving his spend back into Ethan's hole and plugging him with his thick fingers. Karl had claimed space for himself in Ethan's life and in his ass; now it seemed he was just as intent on claiming space in Ethan's belly. All of it was absurd - and yet. He found himself often drifting toward the dream of a child. Tugged along by the heady pull of shared fantasy.

"I think you could," Karl said one night, knuckle-deep in Ethan's ass, pinky and ring finger folded against his perineum while index and middle finger rutted without mercy towards the throbbing heat of his core. Mindless, writhing and leaking against the sheets, Ethan was unsure he'd heard him correctly or if he had spoken at all.

"Wh - what?"

"Think you could get knocked up."

Hunger welled behind his teeth.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" He spasmed weakly around Karl's fingers. "It's just - Karl, it's a fantasy. That's all."

"I'm serious. Ethan, you aren't human. You aren't even like me. Similar but - not the same. We don't know what makes you tick."

"I can't - I can't think right now - "

Karl tucked his fingers deep and Ethan whined, toes curling. The throbbing in his overtaxed thighs and in his fucked-open rim near indistinguishable from one another, all of it a mass of heat and ache and pressure that made his cock drip.

"You willed yourself into growing a new heart, Ethan. You don't think you could handle a womb?"

Insane. Impossible.

(As impossible as a man capable of manipulating metal with his mind. As impossible as a corpse kept moving through the influence of mold.)

Ethan clenched hard around Karl's fingers, whimpering and shaking as he came.

"Do you want that?" Ethan asked in the aftermath.

Karl grunted.

"I said it, didn't I?"

If it never worked… But Karl wanted a child. Deserved a child. Everything had been stripped from him. The least Ethan could do was try to offer him hope.

"How would we know if it even worked?"

"Shit, Ethan. We just keep trying until it takes."

---

"Oh fuck. Fuck."

Ethan groaned, his face shoved hard into the floor, jarred by the sudden pain unlinked from arousal that lasted until Karl wrapped one huge hand around his pathetic leaking prick and squeezed. A sharp lance of electric pain jolted him, making him spasm. Making his dick pulse against Karl's palm. 

"God, oh, fuck. It hurts."

"How bad? How bad does it hurt? You feel like you're dying?"

"No, no, no. Keep going."

Karl obliged him, digging two fingers past the grasping hot rim of his ass and fucking him, hooking inside, pulling him open and apart. The dull ache not as electrifying as the shame, the humiliation of it. Caught as he was by Karl, his strength, the thick heaving weight of him. Ethan could prevent nothing. He lay entirely at Karl's mercy, able only to roll into the drive of Karl's fingers, to thrust his own throbbing needful cock towards the floor in the absence of more substantial stimulation.

Karl lowered his chest down to rest against Ethan's back, making Ethan bear more of his weight. Ethan spread his legs, settled more firmly onto his knees and elbows. The extra weight was not comfortable but neither was it unbearable. He could breathe. Then the fingers inside of him hooked again and then twisted, tugging up towards Ethan's spine, dragging him up and open; he whined and his thighs and hips raised to try to follow, but Karl hunkered down atop him and he could not move, only take, his toes flexing against the floor. 

"Oh fuck, fuck, no, no - "

"No? Doesn't feel like no to me, baby. You're so wet."

"Karl, please, please."

Chuckling, Karl reared back, slipping his fingers out of Ethan's sore hole. He guided Ethan to lay on his back, then grabbed him by the thighs and dragged him across the floor until he was laying nearly against Karl's lap.

"Alright?" Karl asked, one hand resting in the crease of Ethan's leg, his thumb not touching Ethan's throbbing cock.

Ethan took a breath. The muscles in his legs ached and his face felt bruised and he could feel the weak fluttering of his hole. He felt small, hurt, ugly. Prey mammal bunkered down in the dark. Revulsion flushed through him, suffusing him with shame, with heat, and  Karl looked at him with such raw unhinged want that Ethan's eyes and his untouched cock both began to leak.

"Oh, darling." Karl touched Ethan's face. "Too much for you?"

Ethan shook his head.

"Good,” he said. “Good.” Smoothing his hands down Ethan’s cheeks. Cupping his chin. Ethan shuddered and a fresh wave of tears fell and caught on Karl’s fingers, sliding down and disappearing into the hair on his knuckles. “Christ. Love it when you cry. You look so pretty. Let's fuck that face for a while."

Karl got him to his knees again. The floor was hard beneath the bone and he could have asked for a pillow or one of the thin blankets from their bed but he didn't, neither did he want to speak nor did he want that comfort, however small. Ethan sat back on his haunches, waiting while Karl stood and peeled away his briefs.

Pretty, he’d said. Pretty. How could that be so? What could he look like, here on his knees at Karl’s feet? Only pathetic, lean, pale; the sparse hair on his belly and chest thin and blond, an unkempt wiry nest at his groin and an unimpressively average cock. Karl - Karl was so large. Yes, the huge purpled length of his cock, but the rest of him as well. Muscle packed beneath fat, a body that even before its corruption had seen labor, sweat, and few lean days. His soft belly and his chest covered in greying hair, his strong shoulders and arms, every inch of him thick. A body that could hold a man like Ethan down by the throat with the same grace and ease it took to rock his daughter back to sleep. (Privately, Karl was what he thought of when he thought even the word man. Deeper, darker still: the idle dream that if Mia had lived, Karl would have taken her from him; and what would he have been able to do but let him?)

“Open up,” Karl said, cock in his fist, stepping towards Ethan. Ethan obeyed and Karl pushed the wide silken head past Ethan’s lips and thrust to the back of his throat. The strike made him gag, made his eyes water. His hands flew to the tops of Karl’s thighs, but Karl said, “Keep them behind your back,” and he lowered them, and Karl said “Breathe, Ethan,” and he took a deep breath through his nose. After a few moments of stillness, Karl grasped him by the longer hair at the crown of his head and by the back of his skull. He pulled back, enough that his cockhead rested on Ethan’s tongue, then he thrust again, and again, until he found a rhythm of rutting that Ethan could take.

"Thinking happy thoughts, darling? Like how fucking good you'll feel once I've got my dick up you?"

Ethan gurgled, drool unspooling down his front. He had been. Karl felt so huge like this. He wanted that cock inside of him, breaking him apart. Another brutal thrust struck the back of his throat, then another angled towards his soft palette, and a bright terrible pain blotted out his thinking. He coughed and shuddered, and Karl held him down. His lips and his nose squashed flat against Karl’s belly, Karl’s dick fully in his throat. Ethan was aware only of the thunder of his blood in his ears and Karl’s soft, pleased murmuring and the exquisite pleasure of being choked. 

After hours - only seconds, truly - Karl let go of him and he tore himself away, breathing in great gulps of air. A viscous churned froth of spit and precome fell in strings from his gaping mouth. He had the absurd thought to be grateful that Chris had purchased a house with no carpet.

“Fuck, you look good,” Karl said. Ethan coughed again, struggling to blink the tears from his eyes. Karl stood tall and staring down at him, his expression black with hunger. 

“It’s time - ah, time to put a baby in me, right?” Ethan winced at his own awkwardness. But Karl only grinned and knelt to scoop Ethan up as though he weighed no more than Rose. 

“Hands and knees again,” Karl said as he deposited Ethan onto the bed. Ethan rolled to his stomach, complying. Behind him, Karl shifted the sheets and the blankets, then stood, then returned, his weight depressing the bed. Ethan heard a snap. A drizzle of cold lubricant poured over his hole, Karl’s hand resting firm on one of his cheeks. For a moment his heart seized and he thought Karl meant slide in his fingers instead of his cock and he opened his mouth to beg - and Karl mounted him in one smooth motion, covering Ethan’s body with his own, hilting his cock into Ethan’s ass from tip to root. 

“Oh, fuck - !”

“Yeah - !”

Too big. Too tight. Too much all at once. Karl’s hands held him by the hips, tight enough to bruise.

“You take dick so well,” Karl crooned near his ear. The tips of his long hair dragging across the back of Ethan’s neck. “Tight, though. Gonna have to fuck this cunt of yours open, baby.”

“I want - I want you to - ah, fuck - ” 

Ethan clenched and rocked while Karl began to establish a rhythm, deep slow strokes that made Ethan feel as though he were being hollowed out. He dropped down to his elbows, pressing his filthy wet face into his pillow. This angle made the already deep strokes feel deeper, and it made him feel like a whore. Face down, ass up, desperate and greedy for it.

“Karl, please. Please fuck me.”

Karl snapped his hips forward. Drove his cock in. Fucked Ethan just as he’d asked. Ethan thrust his own hand between his thighs, grasping at his half-limp cock. He’d begun to soften from the intensity of the penetration, but once he had himself in hand he filled out again to full hardness. His palm was dry; still it was good, Karl fucking into him and sending Ethan’s dripping cockhead to crash into the loose grip of his hand.

Arms wrapped around Ethan’s waist, his chest. A hand groped at his flat chest, pinching one of his nipples hard between index finger and thumb. He wanted it to stop and he wanted to twist away and instead he pushed desperately against Karl’s hand, gasping when Karl pinched him again. The pain grounded him. Set the orgasm back. He’d thought for a moment that he could have come like that, with just Karl’s cock in his ass and his own hand to rut against. Karl rolled his palm across one side of Ethan’s chest and drove hard into him and said, with a strange tone of contemplation, “Think you could do that too?”

“What?” Ethan said. “Do, do what?”

“Grow a pair of tits?”

Ethan gasped. Karl still running his hands over Ethan’s chest, though now with a greater sense of purpose. Exaggerating the curve of his fingers as though he were cupping flesh that was not there - cupping Ethan’s breasts - Christ. Could he? They didn’t know for certain that this would work, though they had agreed to try. Could he, though? Could he? The fire in Ethan’s belly roared. What would it be like, to sit in Karl’s lap, that thick cock lodged up inside of him, swollen tits and belly held in Karl’s wide hands? Ethan felt himself unraveling. The desire so strong. Tears pricking and welling in his eyelashes and threatening to fall. He couldn’t say it. (How could he say it?) 

“I don’t know, I don’t - ” 

“Bet you could,” Karl said. His hips stuttered.

“Karl, please - ”

“A nice set of swollen tits to nurse our baby girl. Fuck. Ethan.”

Karl wound an arm around Ethan’s collarbone, pulling him upright, forcing his back to arch. His other hand still holding Ethan’s tit. This angle changed the feel of being fucked, made it sharper, made it hurt. Ethan grasped Karl by one of his thick, hair-covered thighs, digging his fingernails into the skin when Karl thrust a certain way and stars shot up the curve of Ethan’s spine.

“Ready, baby? Ready to be my sweet girl? Gonna take this knot right up your ass.”

Yes, Ethan thought, dizzy and cock-drunk. Yes, please, yes. Karl rarely knotted Ethan. There wasn't time, usually, nor reason, and though Karl was not shy about this inhuman part of himself truthfully Ethan feared it. The size when it swelled - when first they had coupled Karl had forced Ethan's hand to the base of his cock while the bulb had begun to fill. Fascinated, horrified, Ethan held it. His fingers could not quite touch when circled around the widest part. He’d taken it before, he’d loved taking it, but a whisper in his skull had said it will ruin you and he couldn’t help but listen.

Karl grunted, the fat leaking head of his prick striking Ethan perfectly inside, again, again. Surely he would shake apart if he weren't so thoroughly mounted. He thrust once, twice, then instead of pulling back to let only the head and a few inches wallow and drain into Ethan’s ass, he pressed them together, chest to back and hips to hips, forcing the whole length of dick up into Ethan’s guts.

“Oh, fuck, fuck,” Ethan whined, struggling to move and pinned by Karl’s strength. He could feel it. The knot. Engorged and blood-hot and throbbing. Slow like a tanker Karl pumped his spend thick and wet into Ethan's ass, Ethan sore and sick with it. The knot expanding, plugging him up. Nausea passing over him in waves, punctuated by Karl's languid humping, his dribbling cock stirring and soaking Ethan's tender insides. His hands running flat down Ethan's flanks as though he were an anxious horse.

“Feel that?”

Ethan groaned. Full to the point he feared come would pour from his mouth.

“Yeah, fuck. I. I feel it.”

“That’s our baby.”

Karl dragged his knees against the bed to get closer, get his feet under him and press more deeply into his haunches and force his cock and the knot further down into Ethan's aching guts. He reached beneath Ethan and found his cock and engulfed it in one hand, pulling him off easily. Ethan came with a whimper, a sad smear of come dribbling onto Karl’s hand. He felt overheated and overfucked. Brain turned to mush. This is what I am, he thought, too aware of Karl’s cock still hard, still pouring into him. A cunt. A womb. Life shall thrive inside of me and when the time comes I shall birth it. 

Karl wiped his hand on the sheets beneath them. He took Ethan's hand and he placed both against Ethan's belly. To his horror, he was swollen. His belly distended. The skin bulged out, tight and hot. 

“Feel her, Ethan?”

Yes. Yes. The cold morning when Mia, fresh from showering, first noticed her baby bump, she had woken him and forced his hand to fit over the small prominence, that clump of cells caught in their slow process of dividing. It had felt just like this. 

“I feel her,” he said, breath hitching.

Karl shifted, sat back, brought Ethan with him into his lap. He eased them both down until they both laid on their sides, and he arranged their hips in a way that allowed Ethan to rest comfortably, the knot seated and not tugging against his sore rim.

“Can’t wait ‘til you start showing,” Karl said into Ethan's neck. His beard scraped, making Ethan’s stomach flutter. Hot humid breath bloomed against the fine hairs at his nape before Karl clamped down with his teeth and bit him.

“I’m not a chew toy,” Ethan said, instead of what if I never do?

“Look like one to me.”

“What kind of comeback is that?”

“The only one I can manage right now. Be thankful I can talk at all.”

It took nearly an hour for the knot to shrink enough that Karl could remove it. By then Ethan had begun to doze, eyes shut and his thoughts half in dream. The backs of his eyelids swimming with visions of a little girl, her head full of dark hair, who smelled like powder and like Karl. 

“Ethan,” Karl said, rousing him. “You ready?”

Ethan nodded. 

Karl eased his cock free from Ethan’s grasping body with a soft pop, and with it came a flood. Come gushed from Ethan’s sore, gaping rim. Karl cursed, tilted Ethan’s hips forward, eased him up onto a pillow. Still, the molten heat and then rapidly cooling crust of spend pooled into the crease where his ass met thigh, and around his balls, and dripped onto the sheets and down his spent cock. Another wave of sickness washed through him, cold and arresting, though this was accompanied not by another driving stab of Karl's dick or another fresh wave of Karl's spend but with a deep inner churning as though someone had reached into his guts and pulled. His hips ached with it. His legs. He was being emptied.

Karl bunched the top sheet up and began to mop at his ass, his thighs. It seemed to do little good. After a while he relented, balling the whole thing up and tossing it to the floor.

“Pretty sure this sheet set is fucked.”

“Oh no,” Ethan mumbled into the mattress.

---

Karl knotted him as often as they could manage. Slept with his ear pressed against Ethan’s belly. Ethan gained weight that seemed concentrated on his middle. He woke in the mornings plagued by nausea. His chest swelled and grew sensitive to touch.

“It might be nothing,” Ethan said. “I’m eating well. I’m getting older.”

Karl slotted himself behind Ethan, caught him up in his arms. Held him and pressed both his hands against the slight protrusion at his belly.

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Justice for Tessa! I don't understand why Tom has never taken her flying, even within the UK. You know that Noon will return boasting about his international travels and Tessa will not understand why she has never experienced that

Lol this is probably just a joke ask, so I'm not going to take this too seriously, but just in case you WERE serious with this ask, I'll give it my serious consideration.

Tbh... I'm not sure dogs care or are even aware of this type of stuff Anon lol 😆 😂

All Tessa knows is that people come and go. I don't think he knows what they're doing or where they're going.

Plus, we don't know the reasons for why Tom and the family don't take her traveling. 🤷🏾‍♀️ Her breed might be restricted in certain areas. She have a health issue. She might get overly anxious on trips.

Like we literally have no idea Anon lol 😆

Either way, what we do know is that Tessa is happy and doing just fine 🙂

I think your ask was just a joke, but since I'm not sure, I answered it honestly lol.

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has yn (yes yn) ever tried to dom hee? cuz ofc heethan is the more dominant one but still.....i think he would like "omg ure so cute" rightttt or maybe would he give it a shot ?? :)))))))))))))))

Oh love...hehehehehe you actually kind of literally defined the "Jealous" one shot. did you read that? bc if you havent, man you have some premonition talent that you should look into expanding.

I would say the closest that that's ever happened, was in "Jealous" drabble which is a side event that takes place during HHP arc.

Also, the closest that y/n got, which wasn't really establishing dominance, but she def was being defiant, it was during the fight that she and heethan had that Tiff caused....i cant remember what chapter but it was shortly after Tiff was introduced in hhp. And if you recall....she tapped into her Eden, who is kind of dom. she's like femme fatale, she doesn't necessarily care about whipping her man, she just wants to be establish as his equal, which she does......but once in a while, such as the fight between her and ethan....ahem....it was battle for dominance which ended in irony. lol

Y/n is the sweet and soft side that we all have. While her Eden is the dark and twisted or sexual side that we all have (or majority of us for those that sincerely dont have it...although i beg to differ...especially if you're on tumblr) but in some of the smaus, especially recent ones like "Find the Bastard!" or even "Tables have Turned" y/n is kind of coming out of her own sweet shell and she has spoken towards heethan with a commanding tone or even gave him a taste of his own medicine (aka "behind you") but it's all during like silly and goofy moments. I would say in all seriousness, if she had tried to pull something off, as much as she wants to or could be dominant, one of two things will happen:

1.) Heeseung, as soft and gentle he is, he aint no bitch. He will joke and goof and let you have your moments, but if it was during intercourse or like a fight or something, the man will try to give you the benefit of the doubt (bc he is the rational type) and will set the tone and give you a warning (verybal or non verbal) and remind you that he is your man.

But lets say you dont heed his warnings....

2.) here comes Ethan. yup. you poked the bear and now he's awake, and as we all know, Ethan is a hard dom. I would classify heeseung being a med dom (not really soft but not too hard either, just in between) but Ethan is 100000000000% a hard dom and will man handle you like a barbie doll. He loves you, and he loves HARD....teaching you a lesson is actually enjoyable for him bc that just gives him a reason to instill a little bit of pain with the lovemaking, which he likes bc my man has a pain kink and a breeding kink....hes kind of a masochist but not a very brutal way. he's all about pleasing and being pleased (when it comest to you, ever since you came into the picture, he absolutely has no, NO interest in others) which that was kind of always the case, but it's like 10 times worse since he has you now.

it's like....have you ever had a doll or something, like a piece of jewelry or something, and you like it and keep it because it looks so pretty. but then you come across a piece of jewelry that is way sparklier, its bigger, has better clarity in the gemstones, shiny, and just more beautiful than any other jewelry you have in your box.....that's kind of what he went through when he found you.

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i made the mistake of discovering dog attack awareness tiktok, very good for my mental health. i hate dog owners and do not think you deserve rights. i would be so much more stressed out about dogs if i had a dog (which i would not because i’m a good person). rough out there for you. some notes

awareness about the problem of not racializing (breed essentializing) dog problems has made way for a new and even worse kind of behaviorism.. saw a lady say “my dog gave in to his old brain mauled my toddler”

worst people alive are the ones who make joke dog attack videos. they’re like ha ha ohhh pit bull attack :) (let’s their child put its face near a dog to demonstrate that the dog is nice.) however in the same vein of those it’s so funny in real attack videos when the attacking dog is like fat and wobbly

another thing i hate is people who do off leash training apologia. i actually do think there are cases when off leashing happens (and more importantly this training is just for like all purpose/unexpected situations) but none of those cases are society imo. if you want the social benefits of public sanitation and other parts of society then there’s no off leashing. also, related opinion, if you want to have a dog that becomes upset at the sight of humans, then your only option is to become a landowner and leave the city. can’t have both

those people are always sharing videos where they shout Recall at a stranger lol this really is just the most demented asocial suburban dangerous game shit. like i’m trying to walk to the bus do you think this bitch knows tf Recall means it’s like these people live their whole lives on a river trail

we have to take dog attack awareness from these people, but especially male behaviorism guys. the dog critical movement needs a third other thing

also they’re just circulating bad advice i’m stressed i’m going to internalize bad advice

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HI I AM. SO SORRY IF THIS IS AWKWARD but can i just say. i understand why boron's your favorite from fuga. he's kind of relatable and i just. i get it now

Oh don't worry you are totally fine! :]

Going to get a little personal lol, but as someone who started experiencing internalized fatphobia at the same age as Boron he is straight up one of the most important characters in fiction for me. Like, sure he has the classic fatphobic character traits like loving to eat, loving food, and being a little slow, but these are never used as a slight against him or the butt of a joke. (unless we're talking about comedies of steel :\) It is refreshing to see a fat character have these traits portrayed in a positive light. Yeah fat people can like to eat! They can like food! Everyone likes food there is nothing wrong with that! Fat people can be a little slow! They can be human! They can have flaws! /pos These traits shouldn't take away their ability to be seen as people. (but unfortunately IRL it does for a lot which is very frustrating)

The fact that Boron wasn't even self-conscious about his body until having to live in the Taranis where the spaces are super narrow is such a good parallel to real life. For me my fatness was not an issue until the world started making it an issue. It was not my fault, nor was it Boron's for having a body that the space they were in (in my case the people *cough* fat shaming *cough*) couldn't properly accommodate them.

It makes me so happy to see that the friends he surrounds himself with are supportive and welcoming to him! Chick drawing with him and not making fun of him for drawing them eating sweets because she enjoys sweets! Mei outright saying Boron's body is cool and desirable to her and she wants to be big like him! Hanna realizing that Boron's dieting is unhealthy and he doesn't need to make himself unhappy for the sake of others! Malt being open and willing to listen to his insecurities about his self worth! Hack learning with him that it is okay to cry and express your emotions! This is all so important especially knowing he worries that people will make fun of him for being open about his problems. (omg just like me fr)

The joy I felt seeing his parents are just as big as him! If you didn't know Boron is a chartreux, a breed of cat known for being big and muscular. His body is completely healthy for his literal genetics. Just like IRL we all have different bodies and the idea that they should all look the same is unhealthy. He is also wearing a farmer's outfit, implying that he performs physical labor, so he has got to eat! To top it off his mom's a cook and his dad's a farmer! You know he's eating good!

I am so excited to see him pursue cooking in Fuga 2. Something he enjoys and loves is something he wants to share with everyone! That is something I aspire to do! Food is Boron's love language for real!

Anyways thanks for opening up this discussion on Boron so I could finally write my whole essay on him lol ヾ(≧▽≦*)o