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[dix0nspretty]

First of Many

Summary: John is hellbent on getting (and keeping) his sweet little spouse pregnant with his babies, if only you'll humor him.

Captain John Price x Spouse GN!Reader, 1.2k words

Era: N/A

TW: Breeding kink, mentions of AFAB genitalia and reproduction, eating out (brief), fucking til you can't, subtle manipulation from your loving husband.

If he wants a baby so bad, I'LL GIVE HIM ONE. TWO. TEN. Also only God knows how coherent this is because I wrote it 9 shots into a bottle of SoCo (right now), so.... @isavuu

Day 8 of my bastardized version of Russian Roulette Febuwhump/Kinktober for March that I'm affectionately calling Trinket's Cause of Death. It's basically 50/50 whump/kink where I generate a number corresponding to a prompt.

Day 8: Breeding kink with Price (kink, obvi)

It’s a poorly kept secret that John wants children. Not just one or two, but a whole brood of them. If he had his way, he would have an entire baseball team and more if only his spouse would side with him. They indulge the idea with soft ‘mhm’s and ‘that would be nice, John,’ but there’s still no firstborn to be spoken of and you are always sure to include the many cons of his few pros.

“Think about- ah- how many mouths we’d have to feed,” You continue the conversation as John works, his head buried between your legs. The man is multitasking by eating you out and trying to talk you into his daydream at the same time. “The groc-grocery deal. Oh, fuck, right there.”

You bury a hand in his hair, trying to grind your mound into his mouth, but to your dismay he overpowers you with a single hand and pulls away to speak. “That’s what money’s for, pet. To be spent. We both know we could handle the costs. I’d retire and get my pension for you love, and you could stay at home to watch our kids. Keep you pregnant and barefoot. I could get a non-military job.”

Even though the shine of your arousal of his lips and the tip of his nose is distracting, you’re not that lost to pleasure just yet. “Yeah baby, as if. I’m not going to be a stay-at-home parent. We would share the duties. Hypothetically. And one-“

A whine pours from your mouth as he tries to distract you by sucking your clit, trying to eat you out to incoherency. “Nice t-try. But one job won’t cover the b… the bills… Right there, right there, just like that. D-Don’t stop…”

To your dismay he pulls away once more with a ‘tsk’. “I wouldn’t make you a stay-at-home parent if y’didn’t want to, pet. Although the image…” He lets out a hungry growl that has your thighs twitching around his head. “The image of you with a warm meal and six or seven kids ‘round you… fuck.”

You’re pretty sure they can see the hard-on in his boxers from the space station with how high it’s standing, the grey of his boxers wet with pre-cum and straining to keep him contained.

What possesses you to say your next words is beyond your comprehension.

“What if we start with one?”

The speed with which his pupils dilate is almost scary. It feels like you’re prey suddenly faced with an apex predator, pinned under their starving gaze. Joh licks his lips like he’s dying of thirst. “Are you giving me permission, love? Think real hard before you answer, there’s no getting out of this.”

“Um…” You swallow the lump in your throat and fumble for your phone on the nightstand to check the cycle tracker app. Day 12, marked with a little blue circle. You haven’t felt shy in front of your husband in a long time, but this is different. This is something monumental and life-changing, this is the beginning of starting a family if you answer yes. “I’m ovulating.”

The restraint in his body is remarkable, the way his jaw muscles ripple even as his cock twitches and visibly further makes a mess of his boxers. “That wasn’t the question, pet.”

No going back now.

Your voice doesn’t come out as shaky as you were expecting. “Yes. Y… yes, I’m giving permission for you to knock me up. I want to have your baby.”

His hand wraps around your ankle and drags you down with one quick pull, drawing a startled squeal from your lips. You don’t even get a chance to speak before his lips are on yours, hot tongue immediately invading your mouth.

It’s pure unbridled passion. John seems hellbent on devouring you, whole and as quick as possible with how his tongue shoves down your throat. There’s a snap of elastic a second before he springs free of his boxers. The wet, hard heft of him hits the swollen and sensitive clit peering out.

“You ask, you get,” John informs and pushes your legs apart to grind against your drenched pussy with a groan. Between his pre-cum, your own arousal and the remains of his spit from eating you out eases the friction enough to pull twin moans into the heated air. Your mind spins with the shift from teasing, lighthearted John to a man with one mission.

Getting you pregnant.

He has your body shoved up into a mating press with dizzying speed and his enthusiasm can be felt when he slips himself into your tight heat with a near-feral sound of pure pleasure. “Fuck…”

It’s been a long time since you and your husband felt secure enough in your birth control to go bareback, since you got the IUD removed and never bothered with a replacement. The pure, unadulterated connection between your bodies feels like melting into one soul and the act you’re doing with the goal in mind only furthers that sensation.

You fumble to hold onto his biceps, needing some way to ground yourself when he finally settles hip-to-hip with you, deep and pressed against your G-spot with the familiarity only a loving spouse can have. J-John-”

“Yeah, pet?” Price growls into your ear, keeping your legs spread wide and high so he can get even deeper. It feels like he’s in your throat with every thrust, drawing choked moans from your lungs as the tip of his dick kisses your cervix with maddening frequency. “Yeah, you like that idea, don’t you, love? Want me to breed this sweet, perfect little cunt?”

You nod rapidly and continue to claw at his biceps, arching and squirming underneath his body. “J- baby. Baby. Want- want baby.”

He lets out a low laugh that makes your skin break out like goosebumps, that distinct predator-prey sensation sinking in time with his thrusts. If your ovulating, hormone-soaked brain could focus, it might be asking how you ended up in this situation in the first place. Getting load after load fucked into your womb until you’re sure it’ll be visibly distended and he just. keeps. going.

The stamina he displays is nearly inhuman and it’s a wonder he isn’t giving you dry orgasms by the time you pass out from equals parts pleasure, overstimulation, and exhaustion.

The bedroom light’s been turned off by the time you resurface, mind hazy and words difficult if not impossible to find. Your cervix feels bruised, your pelvis ground to dust, and your pussy… still full.

John shushes you when you make a soft, confused sound and pulls your body closer, warm hairy chest pressed against your back and large arms keeping you trapped in the spooning. “Shh, pet. You’re alright. Wore you out, didn’t I? Took yourself a little nap.”

A vaguely agreeing noise is made and he laughs, back to the warm and devoted husband you know so well. “Yeah, you’re still blissed out, aren’t you love?” His cock twitches and slowly starts to stiffen but he makes no move to start another round.

When you push at his arm he merely holds tighter and kisses the column of your throat, taking a deep breath against your pulse. “Hush. We have to make sure it takes, hm? Stay still so you can start making me a daddy.”

It’s to nobody’s surprise when you end up pregnant- twins, to John’s utter delight, and the tiny bump of a third Price making itself known in your womb barely a year after delivery as you stand barefoot in the kitchen making your twin girls eat their strawberries.

Just as John wanted.

[antialiasis]

Look! Look! It's the site that had the Mew trick in 2002, the one I saw and rolled my eyes really hard at and dismissed as obviously fake! It's so obviously fake and even has a disgruntled commenter saying it's bogus. Ridiculous arbitrary instructions about how you must not have battled these particular random trainers (so conveniently you can't test it without restarting your save file), overly complex confusing instructions, supposedly the menu will just pop up out of nowhere and then if you press B a wild Mew appears. Urgent allcaps insistence that it DEFINITELY WORKS and if it didn't work you must have DONE IT WRONG. So, so fake except for the bit where it was actually real, I cannot.

I am delighted that this has been found. The link seems to have been quietly added by Damian001 to the Bulbapedia page for the glitch this October 31st and I'd heard nothing about it. God damn.

[vampirenoibat]

don't kill the cringe... kill the part of you that cringes

[distractedhobbyists]

the consequences of desire

read it on ao3 here!

i moved to the valley in the spring. it was so full of life, and nothing like i remembered it. the people i met were kind - for the most part. this is exactly what i was looking for, i thought to myself. 

as i meandered around on my first day in town, i caught sight of him. clad in a forest green blazer and an orange… no, bronze tie, he sat on a bench in the park by the old, battered community center. i was tempted to approach him, but i didn’t dare. 

it’s true that i fall in love easily. my mother used to say i must have been blessed by aphrodite. it sounds great to fall in love like that, but the other part, the part no one considers, is the falling out of love. to feel my heart break over and over again was torture, so, before moving to the valley, i’d decided to lock my heart away, to keep her safe from harm.

so yes, i decided not to approach him out of a fear that i’d fall just as naturally as breathing. 

and it was easy, at first, to avoid him. he keeps weird hours, the doctor. so when i’d finally visited the saloon, on the first rainy day in the spring of my first year, the mayor asked me if i’d met everyone in town yet, i’d simply said no. i’d been busy. he’d understood, of course, but when he had asked me who i hadn’t met yet, i’d told him only to have him escort me to where he was sitting at the bar, sleeves rolled up, hair disheveled, and nursing a half-full glass of red wine.

“i’ll let the two of you get to know each other,” the mayor said with a smile before returning to the rancher sitting patiently at his table. 

i caught the attention of the barmaid and said “i’ll have what he’s having!” emily smiled and nodded before walking away. 

when i finally looked over at him, the doctor was already looking at me. watching me. he looked like he was running some calculations in his head.

i blushed before saying “what? do i have something in my teeth? oh, yoba, that’s so embarrassing!” 

he laughed quietly before shaking his head and saying “no. no. nothing like that. i was just trying to figure out why you hadn’t introduced yourself to me yet.”

my eyes widened and i stuttered out “i-i.. i’ve been busy! lots to do on that farm. i’m sure you’ve seen it. it’s hideous!” i paused and sighed before saying weakly, “no. no, not hideous. but. um. i’ve been busy. really.” 

“oh. okay. well, good, then. i was a bit worried you were avoiding me–oh my. how rude of me. i haven’t even asked your name yet. do forgive me, please,” he said before looking down at his glass.

i flushed before saying “um, i’m Calliope. it means ‘beautifully-voiced,’ but my singing is about as impressive as my farm is right now… anyways, my friends all call me calli. you can call me whichever you prefer!” i smiled, slightly embarrassed of how i’d just rambled on about my name’s etymology to the man who had figured out that i was avoiding him. “um.. what’s your name, doctor?”

“Calliope is a beautiful name. i’m Harvey, the local doctor. although i suppose you figured as much calling me ‘doctor’ and all. um. it’s lovely to finally meet you, calliope.” he smiled at me, and his moustache bristled against his upper lip. not that i noticed. i didn’t notice his moustache or his stocky fingers tracing the rim of his glass or how his forearms looked with his sleeves rolled up.

i didn’t notice even one of those attractive qualities. how could i have when i was captivated by his eyes. the way his thick glasses magnified his eyes just enough that i could see that his eyes weren’t brown, they were amber. amber, my new favorite color.

when i eventually pulled my eyes away, i felt… lonely. but this was the problem, wasn’t it? i couldn’t get to know Harvey because i couldn’t fall in love because i couldn’t get my heart broken again. so, in favor of protecting myself, despite my heart’s desires, i paid for my drink, got up from my stool, and said “good night, doctor.”

i thought i heard a disappointed sigh before he responded “good night, Calliope.”

on my third day in pelican town, i walked home in the rain, alone.

hi everybody!!! new fic alertttt!!! this is coopted from my original harv drabbles so worry not. more of that cutie pie to come ;)

[nightmarekisses]

THE ETHANS POST-KABANA RESPECTIVELY

[ghost--bot]

by god i will reblog from media nobody's ever heard about and you will like it.

[drake-dragon]

finally her refrence sheet is done!! my beloved daughter who kills people in fits of rage!!! (if you ask me about her you will have my liffffeee)

also my art fight profile is here

[ihearnocomplaints]

Sighs

here’s a drawing i did of my au version of Sun for an ask. (concept before digitising it)

I still need to figure out the accent colour (probably pink). Also I’m not taking a better picture bc im tired

[nova-rogue]

yesterday was my birthday & i was lovingly gifted a Fairyloot edition of The City of Dusk by @tarasimauthor 🤍

i wasn't able to get a copy at the time, but now it's in my hands & it's so gorgeous! favorite book my beloved...

[deathofnarcissus]

if this blog gets 1000 followers by july i'll rewrite my immortal but with the circus

[dix0nspretty]

Mean Ol' Johnny

Summary: Simon's making you keep him nice and warm as punishment for Johnny's devious tricks.

Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader x Johnny "Soap" MacTavish, 1.1k words.

Era: MW2

TW: Cockwarming, the reader being teased to tears (dacryphilia), Soap is a dirty fucking dog and Ghost is his handler- are we surprised?

Day 15 of my bastardized version of Russian Roulette Febuwhump/Kinktober for March that I'm affectionately calling Trinket's Cause of Death. It's basically 50/50 whump/kink where I generate a number corresponding to a prompt.

Day 15: Cockwarming with Ghost and Soap (kink)

It isn’t fucking fair.

You’re sitting in Simon’s lap the same way you have been for the past hour- stark naked, sweaty, and trembling as he keeps you stuffed to the brim. Simon’s large legs keep you spread open with one hand settled in the dip of your waist, ready to squeeze should you shift or get too loud for him and Johnny’s liking.

Johnny, for his part, is plastered to the right side of Ghost. Both men are fully dressed and cuddling, relaxed attentions focused on the movie on the laptop screen at the foot of the bed and not you. It’s bloody infuriating, especially since this is Johnny’s fault in the first place.

The younger of your two lovers woke up in a mischievous mood- which of course was taken out on you. Teasing pinches on your ass, pokes in your ribs and dirty words whispered whenever Simon wasn’t looking to get you hot and riled. Flirting and trying to get you to snap, whether it was intentional or not. It’s always intentional.

The bastard finally got you to yell at him by tugging the edge of your ponytail, the kind of wind and yank saved for the bedroom… in front of a group of rookies and Simon. Of course, Johnny’s hand was absent from your hair by the time your boyfriend locked eyes on the two of you.

Simon was (rightfully) pissed that his two lovers were acting like children in front of recruits, but he only saw you rise to Soap’s bait. So naturally, you got the punishment.

“Sit still,” Simon squeezes your waist in his nth warning when you try to grind and get some kind of friction. “Can’t see if you’re squirming like a slag. I told you to stay.”

It’s so unfair. Your entire body is trembling with the force of staying still, breaths shaky and shallow as your cunt continues to gush around him. He’s been nestled right up against your G-spot for over an hour now while Johnny watches gleefully and it’s not fair.

“Aye, sit still,” Johnny has to tack on, earning a slap upside his head for the unnecessary comment. “Dinnae have tae take her impatience out on me, Si, steamin’ Jesus.”

Simon keeps his eyes on the TV but his gaze on Johnny is a palpable thing, nearly making the young Scotsman squirm. “Watch your mouth unless you want to take her place.”

When he adjusts his hips several minutes later, giving just the tiniest bit of friction against your G-spot, you break. Sweaty shoulders that have been tight with tension drop as sobs start to rip from your trembling body. Shaking with each heaving breath as tears pour from your cheeks and babbled, nonsensical pleas slip from your lips.

“There’s my pretty girl,” Simon mutters as if this is what he’s wanted all along, large hands holding you still even as your thighs quiver violently and you gasp for breath through your breakdown. “Look at those gorgeous tears. Learned your lesson yet, lovie?”

His voice is softer than it’s been the entire time, drawing a wet whimper while you nod along. You can feel rather than see Johnny awaiting instructions, waiting to see if Simon is going to handle this on his own or if he’ll be playing a part.

“Ple-e-ease,” You sob, broken down by the pure, unadulterated need running through your bloodstream. There’s undoubtedly a pool of arousal built up in Simon’s lap and it’s a miracle he’s been so calm throughout. No, that’s just Simon. Calm and cool and endlessly patient when any other man would have long ago fucked you into oblivion. Lord knows Johnny doesn’t have the patience for this kind of punishment. “Johnny.”

The man perks up like an eager puppy, blue eyes locking on Simon’s amber. “Aye, LT?”

Both you and Johnny are rewarded with the next gruff words. “Clean her up.”

Johnny shifts his positioning on the bed, abandoning Simon’s side to crawl between the man’s thighs and face you with a happy grin. The movie is forgotten when warm hands capture your cheeks to hold you still, cooing almost mockingly at you. “What a sweet bonnie.”

His tongue laps at your hot cheeks, licking away your tears like the dirty dog of a man he is. When it draws a whine and more salty streaks, he only seems to get more into it until Simon lets go of your waist with one hand to pull Johnny back by the mohawk. “Enough.”

“Aw c’mon Si, I wasnae bothering her,” Johnny whines similarly to your previous noise but settles back down, which you think is yet another unfair moment. He got you this biased punishment and gets to watch while you suffer for his teasing? Bastard. It’s enough to draw more tears to your eyes, something that Simon notices instantly with a gentle rearranging of your limbs and a quiet sob of overstimulation and need as he twists you to face him. One hand holds your chin as a gentle, calloused thumb brushes away the new tears. “Is mean ol’ Johnny upsetting you, lovie?”

The words are gentle, maybe just a touch demeaning but it’s difficult to catch in your hazy state so you just nod and hiccup. “Y-yeah. ‘S not fair.”

Simon hums placatingly before squeezing your jaw, a warning in the firm grip. “You think I’m treating you unfairly, birdie? That you don’t deserve to be punished?’

You recognize the mistake immediately and try to backtrack. “N-No, I just meant-”

“I know what you meant,” Simon cuts you off as Johnny nips the back of your shoulder, something you would’ve swatted at him for if you weren’t so busy trying to avoid further punishment. “You think you get to choose who takes what punishment in this relationship, do you, sweetheart?”

Any further babbling is silenced when those dark brown eyes lock onto yours, the denial caught in your throat. “Johnny’ll be getting his punishment for riling you up, pet, but you chose to react. He’s done worse to you before and you handled it. Now finish the movie.”

Your jaw is released and your body turned back around, whimpering at the very brief stimulation before you’re back to trembling and watching the laptop through hazy eyes, unable to focus on anything accept being split in half by the thick girth of Simon.

“Johnny,” Simon snaps at your boyfriend who’s still nipping at your soft flesh, neck and jaw and tits. Johnny rolls his eyes, giving you one more mean nip to your breast to pull a mewl and fresh tears before retreating. He knows he has a punishment on the way. “Ach, I ken…”

The only thing that keeps you from losing your mind during the next 45 minutes is the retribution you’re going to get when Johnny gets his punishment.

[antialiasis]

I have now expanded my Tumblr posts on the Mew trick into a 9000-word deep dive essay about its context, history and mechanics!

The Mew trick is truly the most beautiful video game glitch I have ever seen, and I'm very pleased to finally have my passion for it recorded in full with a permanent home on TCoD. Featuring: personal reminiscence, musings, historical digging, speculation, and of course a bunch of game mechanics geekery.

[tarasimauthor]

Sooo, I just finished City of Dusk and throughout the whole time I was reading it, I imagined Angelica as a plus size woman. I think it'd be very badass to see this represented in a TV show one day!

100%! To me, Angelica is a very curvy, short woman who would shop in the petite/plus size sections of department stores. I too would love to see this represented in a show one day!

[distractedhobbyists]

meet the oc

k I really gotta write a final BUT b4 I go here's Calliope's intro for u >:) luv u byeeeee

[nightmarekisses]

DID IT HURT? WHEN YOU WERE DRAGGED SCREAMING INTO HELL? DID YOU DESERVE IT?

[metamorphicmaze]

✧ reve/reverie ✧ they/them

✧ #birdsongs - musings ✧ #phenomena - aes ✧ #queue are not the same - queue

✧ asks+submissions+collage requests open

"Nothing ever really goes away—it just changes into something else. Something beautiful."