#but wanted to give credit for the questionnaire

[iwillkeepfighting]

questionnaire by @lurkinglurkerwholurks

I cannot resist questionnaires. my goal is for this to be absolutely, horrifically irrelevant by the end of 2023, at which time we shall see whether I remember to fill out a new one.

THE BASICS

Name(s): ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ don't have a nickname to use here. open to suggestions I guess

Where do you post fic? Ao3

Primary/current fic writing fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Secondary/past/rotating fic writing fandoms: Ninjago, Monkie Kid, Batfam, a variety of others unpublished

Are there fandoms you write for but don’t read, or vice versa? Not intentionally, though I guess I do read Star Wars without writing anything for it

THE STATS

How long have you been writing fics? Three years according to Ao3; ten years counting the Archive of Past Shame

How many have you written? uhhhhhhh Unfathomable Multitudes of Snippets and Tidbits

How many have you posted (complete or incomplete)? Six on Ao3, one on tumblr [hang on I'mma go post the tumblr snippet to a03 actually]

What’s your word count by year? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

What was your first posted fic? Something's Wrong in the Never Realm, circa 2019

If you write in more than one fandom, which is your most popular? Ninjago, so far

What is your most popular fic by bookmark? Something's Wrong in the Never Realm

What is your most popular fic by subscription? uh. Is that something you can view? I don't know

What is your longest fic? Unpublished, Donnienoes, at 40k words; published, Something's Wrong in the Never Realm

How long did it take you to write it? Donnienoes twelve days (spread out over one month), Something's Wrong two two-hour sessions

What is your shortest fic? Regarding Ninpo in the Apocalypse

How long did it take you to write it? two hours ish

How many series do you have? One (technically two)

Who’s your most commonly tagged character? Kai Ninjago starring in three out of six [seven] fics

What’s your most commonly tagged relationship (slash or &)? Qi Xiaotian | MK & Sun Wukong | Monkey King (it is my only tagged relationship thus far)

What’s your most commonly used other tag? no editing we die like plastic ninja

THE EMOTIONS

Was there a fic or writer who inspired you to start writing your own posted works? lloydskywalkers absolutely, back in 2019. Then audreycritter stoked the embers. Now, a handful of TMNT writers, particularly Taizi. i am leaving out so many people but if i go check my bookmarks/subscriptions i'll never escape rip

What do you remember about writing your first posted fic? Frustration with canon

Is there a fic or fics you’re most proud of, and why? I'm most proud of my unpublished recent stuff xP

Is there a fic you would redo completely if you could? I can redo any of them at any time so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Is there a specific detail (setting, interaction, quirk, dialogue) you stole from your own life to use in a fic? Not that I know of

Is there a line in your fic that makes you smile/snicker/chuckle every time you remember it? Mm not really, I haven't done much humor

Is there a line in your fic that makes you sad every time you remember it? Also not really, my own angst doesn't have the power to make me sad. however: “He… took me in,” Morro begins cautiously. “Gave me a place to stay, food to eat. Trained me.” Loved me. really sticks with me.

Are there any story ideas you’ve considered but are too nervous/intimidated to attempt? What are they? BOY HOWDY YES okay so to start we've got several CECverse Batfam ideas but like no I don't have the nerve to ask Audrey to play in her sandbox. Ninjago Shattered AU (do not have the nerve to ask Speedy). Ninjago Morroverse. so many Batfam AUs; I keep trying to give Tim superpowers but I can never commit to it. TMNT ideas for days. basically anything with a plot is too intimidating, bc I'm not good at plot and I'm too nervous to begin something without knowing how it'll finish

[vikintor]

The Githyanki map and an idea about the community

"Githmap" is the silly way I'm calling my GZdoom map for now. 

It's is short map where you explore a Githyanki stronghold in first person (playing as a Githyanki as well), made in the Doom Engine. I don't have plans to release it for now, as I'm making it in a way to learn GZdoom.

But because I'm thinking a lot about my Gith OC's Jez'rathki, Draa'zvir and a lot of cool characters made by other kind Gith-enjoyers I'm considering not making this short map as something about me and only for myself but something for the community, a small gift perhaps, I will try to explain my idea below:

Imagine something that looks like Daggerfall but it is just a simple short visit to a virtual museum where you can explore a bit, see the paintings of other people's OCs on the walls, and talk to other Githyanki OCs to know their lore, their favorite food, besides getting the their creators @ (if they want).

That's my idea, reaching out to more Githyanki/Githzerai fans out there and asking if they want to add their OC character as a guest appearance, or opening a way to let everyone sign to participate with their GithOC.

The stronghold from my map is formed by rebels, spies, and simple Gith seeking sanctuary, with the context being inspired by "The Lich-queen's beloved". 

I still need to prepare a mini Tutorial on how to get the raw assets ready for me to export them to GZdoom (As I'm doing all the code) for everyone interested in having their OC there.

I don't feel so comfortable now reaching everyone without everything ready (just give a time to prepare a better post) 

But I can share the basic concept of how it works:

GRAPHICS

I took screenshots of this character screen of my OCs and NPC's in 5 Directions each (So I will cut the background and convert the sprites)

DIALOGUE TREE

Every NPC OC has a dialogue tree in the Githmap. For that one, I will prepare a series of questions your OC can answer (They can be friendly or rude about it) plus you can also provide additional questions (and answers) for your own OC so I can add them as well. 

Each question from my questionnaire is something the player character can choose to ask your OC, stuff like "What do they do for a living?", "what is their story, etc". Your custom questions can go deep on your OC story, like if you want the player to ask "What is the story behind their scars" etc.

I believe the best approach for now is making the map to be set before the events of BG3, because it would be odd if a bunch of OC's lore starts to reference cannon characters in different and contratitory��ways, but It will have a few exceptions as I didn't decided everything yet (I need to add a Voss reference sorry). 

VOICE PERFORMANCE

Just a warning: Voices are not necessary. I just adding voices if I receive then, If I don't, its fine.

My OC's and NPC's don't have voices in-game , but if someone want to add voice to their OC there's ways do to it:

Recording an mp3 of a greetings message for the player to listen to when talking with your OC for the first time. 

Or recording some generic lines that go on most answers.

Or fully recording lines. 

CREDITS

As a short one map fangame, I will be credited as the programmer and organizer of the project, each asset used is credited to its original authors, and each person OC and asset will also be credited in two places, in the credits and the in-game dialogue alongside the OC name (example: Draa'zvir [by @vikintor]), because if I add other people OC in the game I want other players to know who created that OC, making it more like a connected experience and giving more musseum vibes.

[absurdthirst]

Life After the Green {Ezra x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 17.7k

Warnings: Drugging, kidnapping, forced confinement, physical violence, beatings, threats of death, threats of bodily harm/amputation, forced breeding, oral sex, vaginal sex, fingering, pregnancy, non/dub con due to nature of fic

Comments: Answering an ad that seems like it was Kevva sent, sends you straight into hell. Told you must copulate with a stranger until you are pregnant, you resist until you learn how brutal they can be. Now it’s just a matter of when and if you will escape this place with your life. 

A/N: This does include instances of forced breeding/baby birthing rings. If this subject matter is not for you, please bypass. 

Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers

Click Keep Reading only if you have read the Rating and Warnings and understand the warnings may not be complete to avoid listing spoilers. As AO3 says 'creator chooses not to use warnings'. You also agree that you're the right age to be consuming anything here.

You shiver, the sidewalk is cold beneath you, and you pull your jacket tighter around your body as people pass by, not even noticing your presence. Not a credit to your name, no place to live. You've run out of opportunities in the local shelters, so you're on your own. An expensive pair of leather shoes enters your eye line, and you look up to see the well groomed man looking down at you. He shifts to bend down to your level, a card in his hand. "Do you want credits?" He asks. 

You nod, "yes. Please." 

He holds the card out, "go to this address. They can help you get on your feet. We are looking to help get people off of the streets."

Ezra stares at the board, his sigh heavy and his prospects dim. There wasn’t a lot of use for a man who had lost his dominant hand in most of the jobs that were available. Not to mention he hadn’t had much time to start acclimating to his new path in life. Cee had left, promising to be back but he wasn’t willing to live off her generosity. The credits they had received for the ship they had taken from the Green wouldn’t last forever. Looking down, he sees one advert. It looks sketchy but he’s desperate, deciding that he would go to the address and see what was involved in ‘Easy work!’.

You look up, double checking the address to make sure you have the right place, before you knock on the door. It’s opened and a woman smiles at you, gesturing for you to enter. You sit down in the cubicle she guides you to, and you work on filling out the form. It’s the usual - date of birth, place of birth, identification number. Then it gets strange. Asking about medical history. If you’ve been pregnant before. How regular your periods are. You fill it out before you ask her why you need to give that information. 

“It’s a part of our standard medical screening.” She smiles and motions to the questionnaire. “So many that are down on their luck have health problems they aren’t even aware of.” She tells you. “This is just to help you get any needed treatment you need.” She takes the clipboard from you. She types everything into the computer, and then she smiles at you. “Come with me. Let’s get you some new clothes she says, and you grin, happy to have seemingly passed and be out of the threadbare clothes you have. You follow her into a room, frowning when you see it’s empty, and when you spin around, she sticks you in the neck with a needle. You gasp, arms raised to try and fight but your eyes roll into the back of your head as you pass out.

Ezra groans, coming to and looking around the room that he has been stuck in for days as the lock sounds and the door swings open. “Come out.” The armed guard barks, his weapon held threateningly as Ezra climbs to his feet from the small cot. 

“If I may be so bold-“ Ezra has learned they don’t like him talking, quickly reaffirmed when the guard lifts his weapon. 

“Shut up and move!” He desperately wishes for his dominant hand to be returned, knowing that he would not be in this predicament if he was whole. Instead, he shuffles forward and walks out of the room to a desolate hall. “Move forward.” The thrower at his back prods him forward and he starts walking down the hall, unsure of what is to come, if they have decided they will not use him for their nefarious schemes.

You groan, blinking and wincing at the bright light. Your head hurts, and you try to sit up. You grunt, looking around the room, and you tilt your head when you see the lack of furniture. Just a bed. You try to remember what happened. Shifting to stand up on shaky legs, and your eyes widen when you remember being drugged. “Hey.” You stumble over to the door. “Hey! Let me - let me out. Where the fuck am I? Let me the fuck out!” You scream, slamming your fists on the door.

The guard stops Ezra outside of a room where someone is banging and screaming to be let out. Obviously someone who has just awoken to their predicament. The guard orders Ezra to stand against the wall while he unlocks the door, pushing the woman back at the urging of his weapon and ordering Ezra into the room. “You know what to do.” He tells Ezra before he closes the door and locks the two into the room together.

You back up at the sight of the thrower and a man enters the room, his hands up. Your back hits the wall and your heart pounds as the door is slammed behind him, the lock clinking. “Who are you?” You ask, shaking in fear as you try to process everything. “Where the fuck am I?” You glance around the room. He steps closer and you narrow your eyes. “Get the fuck away from me!” You growl.

Ezra stops, lifting his one hand lifted and his eyes wide as he tries to convey he means you no harm. You remind him of a frightened animal, ready to lash out and attack from fear. “Little birdie, I mean you no harm.” He promises. “I must apologize for intruding into your personal sanctuary, though as you can see, it was not by choice.” He tells you, watching you look around quickly before re-centering your attention on him. 

“Where am I?” 

Ezra shakes his head. “I am not certain myself, although I believe that we are beyond the doors of the establishments that brought us here. I answered an ad for work.”

You stare in shock at the one armed man. Still wary of him as you stare at him. "I - I was given a card by a man with nice shoes. Said he could help get me off of the streets. This - what is this place? Why - why am I wearing this?" You tug on the loose gown and you frown at him. "What are we doing this?" You ask him, hoping he has at least some answers to your questions.

He sighs and motions for you to sit down on your bed again. “It is an arduous tale, little birdie.” He warns you, looking around the room even though he knows you are alone for now. “This is for all intents and purposes, a birthing facility.” He explains. “It seems you and I have been paired together to copulate and produce a child to be auctioned off to the highest bidder.” He huffs. “It’s a breeding factory, birdie.”

Your eyes widen. “What - you mean they want us to- fuck. I- I don’t understand.” You frown. “Am I supposed to carry a child and birth it before they - they take it. And with you- what happens if I say no?” You ask, certain that you don’t want to do this. You want to leave now.

Ezra winces, lifting up his shirt to show you a deep bruise across his torso. “The response I was given to my gracious refusal.” He tells you. “I have also been told that they will not hesitate to remove my remaining arm, as long as my cock is intact.”

Your eyes widen even more, “surely they do not wish to harm us if we are to-” 

Ezra cuts you off. “As long as our reproductive organs are functioning and you can survive through pregnancy and birth, then we do not have need for our limbs.” He tells you, making you feel sick. 

“Have you- have you bred anyone in here?” You ask, needing to know if he is opposed or willing to go along with their scheme.

Ezra shakes his head, looking towards the door. “I cannot be precisely accurate with how long I have been here, but I have not been with anyone else. Beyond the beating and the introduction into my role here, you are the first person I have conversed with.”

You nod, believing him and you sigh, “well I’m sorry but I don’t want to have sex with you. I don’t know you and I- I have an implant anyway.” You tell him, reaching for the hem of your gown and you pull it up to your hip, squeaking at both finding yourself without underwear and the bandage over the space where your implant was located. “Bastards.” You hiss, getting annoyed again. “I need to get out of here.” You rush over to the door, slamming your fists on it. “Let me out, you motherfuckers. I’m not a fucking breeding machine. Open up! I want out!”

Ezra chuckles and shakes his head. “It’s no use, Birdie.” He comments, coming over to your bunk and sitting down. “They don’t care if you want to or not. It’s this or a bolt in your brain if you make too much of a fuss. Or amputating a limb.” He shudders. “I wish to keep the remaining ones I possess.”

You turn to face him. “So what? You just want to - want me to fuck you. Are you just some pervert who wants to fuck? I’m not going to get pregnant. I can barely look after myself and I’m not bringing a child into this world just to give them to the highest bidder who happens to be a freak who auctions on babies!” You shriek. “Im not - I won’t do it. I’m sorry.” You tell him, content to lose a limb if need be. You won’t sell your body for a hot meal. You never have, not matter how hard it gets.

Ezra sighs and nods, understanding how you feel. “I truly admire your resolve, Birdie.” He tells you, standing up and rolling his head around to loosen up the knots in his shoulders. “Then we will lose another limb. Perhaps they will stick with digits as opposed to entire limbs.” He jokes weakly, a grim smile on his face.

You know he’s serious. Fear overtakes you and you can’t help the sob that makes its way up your throat. You stumble over to the bunk, falling onto it as you mourn your future. You have no clue if you’ll survive this. They could rip you apart piece by piece until nothing remains and then toss you aside. Like you never existed. Tears stream down your cheeks and Ezra awkwardly stands there, unsure of what to do.

Ezra rubs the back of his neck and looks around, wishing he knew what to say. But there is nothing. These people are ruthless. “Easy birdie.” He murmurs, shifting over to sit down on the edge of the cot. “I’ll not touch you.” He promises. “No matter what they do to me, you have my word - as little as it might mean. But I assure you, I have done terrible things, however I draw the line at forcing my attention on someone.”

Your sobs die down when you look at him. “Really?” You choke. He nods, making you exhale shakily in relief. “Thank you.” You sniff, wiping your eyes. “I’m sorry. I- I am sure you would rather have sex, even in these circumstances, with a woman less…snotty.” 

He chuckles, shaking his head. “It has been a while since I had the pleasure of spending my time with a woman. I’ve been…preoccupied. My arm…it hinders my ability to - to make love as vigorously as I once did.” He confesses. His words make your heart clench. 

“What happened to your arm? If they didn’t take it…” You trail off.

“An unfortunate run of luck on the Green moon.” Ezra tells you. “I was fortunate to survive at all, I wouldn’t if it had not been for my charge. A little girl who had the bad deal of having a thief for a father.” Ezra’s voice hardens slightly as he recalls how Damon had put his daughter at risk for the pitiful haul Ezra had accumulated. “An injury from a thrower bolt, fired by my daring Cee, turned septic and forced the removal of my arm.”

You wince, unable to believe he survived that, and the way he speaks of the little girl makes you feel more comfortable. A fiend wouldn’t speak of a little girl like that. You reach for his hand, wanting to feel connected to him in an otherwise sterile environment. “I’m sorry we’re here.” You tell him. 

He chuckles, shaking his head while squeezing your hand. “You aren’t at fault, birdie.” 

You sigh, shaking your head. “No but - but I’m sorry all the same. I don’t want them to hurt you. Or me.” You add.

“We are in quite the conundrum, little birdie.” He murmurs softly. “Because we are unfortunate enough to have fallen for a scheme that has undoubtedly trapped more poor souls in their quest for riches.” Ezra looks towards the door. “When they come, do not argue, do not protest.” He warns you softly.

You swallow nervously, nodding as you prepare for the arrival of the guards. The lock on the door clinks, and you look up, watching a man walk in that isn't dressed like a guard, but he has two of them behind him. "It appears you decided to not copulate. Why have you foregone such an important event?" He asks you, his tone cool but condescending. 

"Are you fucking serious?" You hiss, suddenly pissed at his tone. "I am not going to have sex with a stranger and get pregnant for you to sell my baby to the highest bidder." You growl, and Ezra's eyes widen as he shakes his head minutely. "Very well. You have informed her of the punishments?" The man asks Ezra, who nods. "Then you shall have one final warning before we begin to take you apart. All we need is your womb." He chuckles, clicking his fingers, and the guards step forward to grab onto Ezra. 

"Stop. No! What - let him go!" You scream and the official just walks out of the room, another guard stepping forward to lock the door.

Ezra barely makes it out into the hall before the abuse starts. They want you to hear it. Honestly he was surprised they didn’t just beat him in front of you. Crying out when the thrower is brought down on the back of his head, he falls to his knees and grunts when another blow hits him across the back of the neck. If he were able bodied, he would attempt to grab the thrower, but he can’t. His lone hand is all he has. Screaming in pain when the guard stomps on his foot, he hopes he blacks out quickly.

You slam your fists against the metal door, looking through the small tinted window to see what they are doing to him. "Stop! Stop! Please. Please. Don't kill him. I- I didn't - I'll do it. Just don't- stop!" You half sob half scream. Guilt wracking your body as you watch them beat Ezra until he is unconscious. "Please. Stop!" You cry.

They stop kicking and stomping on him a few moments later, Ezra’s body still and his breathing barely making his chest rise and fall. The guard moves to unlock the door to your room again and he grabs Ezra’s lone arm, dragging him back into the room and depositing him into the center of it, his thrower pointed at you to keep you back. “Next time it will be you.” He threatens before marching out and locking the door behind him again.

As soon as the door shuts, you rush over to Ezra and kneel down beside him. His face is covered in blood, swollen and he is barely breathing. You don't know what to do other than hold him and apologize over and over again. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." You sob, rocking him softly as you cradle him. You don't even know him but you feel responsible for his current injuries. You stood up for yourself, for your body, and his body took the blame. You feel incredibly guilty.

It’s hours later before Ezra comes to, groaning when the first thing he registers is pain. Coughing hurts but he chokes out a few ragged breaths as the feeling of fire spreads through his limbs and muscles. “B-birdie,” he croaks out. “Th-hey didn’t t-touch you?” His vision is blurred, taking a few pained blinks before it clears up so that your worried face comes into view.

You shake your head, relieved that he's alive and able to talk. "Ezra!" You cry, looking down at him as he comes to. "No. No. They didn't touch me. I'm so sorry. This is all my fault." You choke, sobs escaping your lips, and you try to figure out how to help him. "There's no medical supplies. I don't - I don't know how to help you." You declare hopelessly.

“Just- it’s okay.” He winces as he tries to push himself up to his elbow. “Time.” He groans. “I’ve had worse, if I may boast.” He chuckles weakly and hisses at the sharp pain in his side. Ribs are broken, he can tell, as well as a few fingers where the guard had danced on his hand. At least he would be expected to fuck you in this condition. “It bought you some time, little bird, perhaps a week.”

You shake your head, "I didn't want to buy time like this. You took a beating for me. Ezra. I don't know how to thank or repay you for that. I'm so sorry. Will they - are they going to take you back to where you were before?" You ask, wondering if he has his own room or if they plan to leave him in here with you so you can look after him.

“I will assume since they designed to leave me in your quarters, that I am to remain here.” He groans. “It would seem then that they wish for you to observe the punishment but not receive it yet.”

You swallow the lump in your throat, unsure if you’d be as strong as he is taking a beating like that. You brush his hair back before you reach down to grab the bottom of your flimsy gown. It tears easily, allowing you to tear the bottom off, and you use it to wipe the blood off of his face. “You can’t do this again.” You tell him, knowing your conscience wouldn’t allow it, and you’re uncertain if he would survive another beating like that.

Ezra huffs, wincing again as you dab at one of his wounds. “I am confounded if I see any alternative path right now.” He admits. “I am not able to fight them off, and am not used to being a tri-ped creature.”

You sigh, gently wiping the blood away, and you know there’s no use fighting having to have sex with Ezra. Under different circumstances, you’d be open to having sex with Ezra. He’s a handsome man and he has a way with words. You just don’t want a baby. “What if…what if we have sex but you pull out? Don’t cum inside of me?” You ask him.

“They will soon discover our deception.” Ezra murmurs softly. “But I will do whatever you wish.” He looks up at you through pain filled eyes. “This is unlike any trouble I have found myself entangled in before.” He admits. “It will be at least a week before I would be able to do anything remotely physical anyway.”

You finish wiping the blood from his face, tossing aside the ruined rag. “Let’s get you on the bunk.” You tell him, knowing he’s going to be in pain when you move him. He’s heavy as you try to lift him, supporting most of his weight as he shifts onto the bed, grunts and curses along with wheezing breaths escaping his lips. You pull the sheet over him just as the slot in the bottom of the door opens. A tray with two meals and what looks like a first aid kit is pushed in before the slot shuts with a clang. “First aid kit.” You scramble to get it, opening it up. “I- used- I was training to be a nurse in another lifetime. Let me help you.” You request.

Ezra looks at you curiously, wondering what would have caused you to no longer pursue that profession. He looks towards the first aid kit and gives a wry smile. “It looks better equipped than the one that I used on the Green.” He tells you, nodding slightly. “Do whatever you can, little bird.”

You get to work on fixing him up. Wrapping his fingers after using a splint to keep them straight, then you use the antibacterial cream on his cuts and bruises before covering them with bandages. “Here. Take this.” You order, handing him the one pain pill that had been in the kit. You hold up the water for him to sip and he downs it quickly. “Feeling better?” You ask after putting the kit back in the box. Your stomach growls and you reach for the tray, setting it down in front of him. “You need to eat.”

He shakes his head, groaning slightly. “I’ll eat when I don’t feel like I will lose the contents of my stomach.” He promises, looking at you. “Go ahead and eat birdie, the one thing they are consistent here with is meals. They want you to be at the peak of health for the babe they wish you to nourish.”

You sigh, “sick fucks. I just - it’s the lack of transparency. If that’s what they said from the beginning, I would’ve said no. I can’t - I can’t bring a baby into this world and then just - I don’t know if I’d be able to give it away after carrying it. Some women do. They are stronger than me. I’ll save you some food.” You promise, groaning at the smell of the chicken and vegetables. You’re starving and it’s been so long since you had something other than nutribars to keep alive. You dig in, knowing you look ravenous but you can’t help it.

Ezra rolls his head over to the side, enjoying the enthusiasm in which you were devouring the food. It’s obvious you had been down on your luck, something he is accustomed to with the life he had led as a floater. “I am of the same resolute decision, little bird. I have never fathered a child because of my wandering nature and lack of roots. I’m a floater and that is no life for a child.” He grimaces. “At least I was a floater.” He ignores the way that his body tries to respond to you licking your fingers, even through the pain you are a beautiful woman and it has been a long time since he has had the pleasure of being buried in someone else’s body. “Tell me about yourself. Your story.”

You stop eating to look at him. “I was born on a planet far away from this one. I had a loving family, a mother and father who adored me. I was born into wealth but it didn’t last long. My parents - they were killed when I was a baby and some relative whose name I never got took the inheritance and put me into care. I never got a cent of my inheritance, and I spent my life going from one home to another. When I was out of care, I decided to do something with my life and volunteered to become a nurse, hoping it would give me purpose. I was training when they decided I was no longer eligible for the program because they found out my last name. They thought I was some rich girl playing nurse, and I didn’t have the money to continue training. So I ended up on the streets and that’s where I’ve been ever since.” You tell him. “What about you?”

He hums, eyes looking through you as he thinks about his past. “My childhood was spent on Earth.” He reveals. “Adventure and treasure seeking spiked in my blood early, leaving home when I was barely a man. Ready to strike it rich and make my way through the universe.” He chuckles lightly at himself. “Became a floater by choice. Prospecting and harvesting all manner of things, but Aurelac is what I craved. Desired it until it cost me.” He gestures to his arm.

You frown, hating that he had suffered so much. “Earth…seems like such a distant concept now that it is uninhabitable.” You sigh, wishing you could’ve grown up on the planet of your ancestors. “What do you wish for? If you could have your perfect life?” You ask him after several moments, curious to know his dreams.

He smiles at that, wincing at the busted lip. “Nothing too grandiose, a house with some land. Clean air to be able to walk around without a filter. Soft bed, fully belly.” He hums. “A warm partner to sleep beside. And for Cee to attend her school, her dreams coming true.”

You hum, “that sounds like a good life. Just to relax and have your own space. You love Cee.” You declare, not needing him to confirm, the softness in his eyes reminds you of the glances of fathers you would see with their children as they passed you while you sat in the cold street. “I like that. Shows you’re a good man. A home of my own…something I’ve never had.” You sigh, setting the plate down.

“A good man…I’m a scoundrel, a thief, a killer when necessary.” Ezra corrects you. “But I also want to be more than that.” He presses his lips together, looking over at the door and then back to you. “We will get out of here.” He promises softly. “We will leave this place and I will see you situated safely.”

You shake your head, “you don’t need to worry about me after we escape. Let’s just escape first. You are a good man. A bad man would’ve just fucked me - raped me - to avoid a beating. You didn’t. To me, that makes you a good man. Better than most I’ve met. When the time comes, I don’t want you to take another beating. You can fuck me but…let’s try and see if you can pull out. I’m sure neither of us want a baby.”

The next week passes in agonizing lethargy for Ezra. The pain medication is just enough to keep him from crying but not enough to actually dull his senses. He learns more about you, growing even more fond of you every story you tell. In turn, he entertains you with his own stories from his days. Every day creeping closer to when he will be expected to fuck you.

You are pleased to see Ezra finally walking around. It’s been torture to watch him struggle with his injuries, and you can’t see him go through it again. You are listening to Ezra tell you about his time on the Green when the lock on the door clinks. You look up, swallowing harshly as the door opens. The guards walk in and you glance over at Ezra.

Ezra is immediately tense, jaw set. The guards don’t seem bothered, instead they look around the room, even though there is nothing to find other than the empty trays that haven’t been taken away. “Shower and then you will have sex.” The guard tells Ezra. “It’s been a week. You don’t need mended ribs to have her ride your cock.”

Your heart pounds, unable to believe that you’re about to have sex with Ezra. You’re able to accept that reality more now that you’ve spent the week getting to know him. It’s scary to know that you’re going to have sex with him in this setting. You are attracted to Ezra. That much is clear to you. He’s handsome in spite of his flaws. They make him even more human. The guards go to grab you but you jerk your arm away and stand up. “I can do it.” You growl, stepping towards the small bathroom where the shower is. “Do you mind?” You ask the guards as they move to follow you inside the bathroom.

You wash off, putting your gown back on before you go back into the main area. “Go on. Shower.” The guards order Ezra, nudging him towards the bathroom. You shift awkwardly from one foot to the other, heart pounding in anxiety. “Are you going to stay here while we…?” You trail off.

The guard snorts and shakes his head. “No.” He huffs and curls his nose up. “We aren’t allowed to touch you so I’m not staying here and watching.” He spits, not liking the rules that he has to abide by. Ezra would be the only one to fuck you, his genetic make-up what they wanted for a baby. His own sperm were deemed unsatisfactory when he had voluntarily been tested, liking the idea of fucking every day. Instead he was watching assholes who didn’t seem to know how good they had it. “You’re lucky though…” his eyes rake over your body. “I wouldn’t have taken a beating. You would have been taking my cock from the first hour we were put together.” He leers, smirking at the horror on your face.

You shudder at the look in his eyes, shaking your head. “I would rather be dead than have to fuck someone like you.” You spit. You glance over as Ezra walks back into the room, his hair damp from his shower, and he senses the heavy atmosphere. 

“Everything okay?” He asks you. 

You tear your eyes away from the guard who is still smirking. “It’s fine. Let’s do this.” You stride over to Ezra, gripping the back of his neck to bring his mouth down to yours.

Ezra grunts in surprise, but his arm comes around your back, keeping you against him. Sensing that there is more to this kiss than just eager anticipation given your slightly desperate taste. The guard huffs and the other grunts. “Good, make sure you fuck.” He growls, moving towards the door and opening it. “You only have three more weeks before your test.”

“Test?” You gasp, pulling away from Ezra’s mouth to look at the retreating guard. 

“Yes. Pregnancy test. Duh.” He rolls his eyes and steps outside, shuffling the door behind him. You turn back to Ezra. “We need to get out of here before that pregnancy test.” You tell him, stroking his neck now that you are alone. “I’m sorry about the kiss. The guard…he was - inappropriate.” You grimace.

His hand flexes on the small of your back, frowning as his eyes shift towards the now locked door. “Bastard.” He hisses, knowing that it must have been extremely inappropriate for you to put on that type of display. “We can wait.” He offers quietly, not wishing to make your experience even worse by rushing things. Eventually you would have to have sex, but it wasn’t like it couldn’t wait for a few hours. “Even if we are impotent in our fates, we can still control the manner in which we fulfill the requirement.”

His consideration of your comfort makes your stomach twist as you admire him. “I want you Ezra.” You can’t deny that. You’ve grown to like him over the past week. “I want you without needing you to fuck me for our survival. I just want to connect with you. Fuck those assholes outside and the monsters who trapped us here. Let’s make this about us. Our pleasure.” You suggest, running your hands down his chest.

His cock twitches at the innocent touch. “Little bird, I would love to experience pleasure at your touch and give you more than you can handle.” He watches your eyes for any hesitation and when he finds  none, he pulls back and guides you over to the bunk. “Have you had sex before?” He’s not sure what kind of experience you have, that’s been the one topic both of you have steered clear of.

You nod, "I have. Only a few times." You confess, a little embarrassed by your lack of experience when Ezra seems to know what he is doing. "I haven't had sex for a long time. Too preoccupied with surviving on the streets and I - I didn't want to turn to sex work. Not that there's anything wrong with that. I just don't have the confidence to charge someone for sex." You confess, slightly flustered.

Ezra nods, reaching up and wrapping around the side of your neck, thumb rubbing the rapid pulse that is hammering against your skin. You are nervous and he doesn’t want that. “We take this at your pace.” He insists. “Whereas there have been times that I have been less than genial with lovers, it was at their insistence or skill that demanded it.” His eyes are dark and he can’t deny that if this were a year ago, he would delight in making you scream in pleasure from the fought thrusts of his cock in your cunt. Now though he wanted to make this good for you. “Since it has been an extended celibatory period for you, I suggest we prepare you.”

You inhale sharply, unable to believe he wants to be tender instead of just getting this over with. You reach for the hem of your gown, pulling it over your head. You know you should be ashamed to be so eager to be touched by this man in this environment but you find yourself distracted by those dark eyes, allowing yourself to believe that this is a hotel room. You’ve met Ezra outside of this facility and you have voluntarily chosen to have sex with him. If you focus on him, it makes it easier, you actually want him.

“Kevva.” He groans, the broad swipe of his tongue running over his bottom lip, wetting it as he looks at you. He had been trying to avoid mapping your curves but you are giving him permission and he is greedy. “I want to taste you, little bird.” He motions to the bed. “Settle your form over my mouth and let me feast on your sweet cunt.”

The whine that escapes your lips is almost inhuman, and you watch him grunt as he lays down on the bunk you've been sharing for the past week. You are nervous, looking down at him before you straddle his stomach. "I haven't - not like this." You confess, your wet cunt slicking across his stomach. You've given and received oral sex but you've never ridden a man's face before.

Ezra can’t help but give you a delighted grin, patting his chest with his hand. “Then allow me the pleasure of introducing you to face-sitting, little bird. It is a delightfully wicked thing.” He doesn’t mention it is easier for him without the aid of his other arm, but instead focuses on the thatch of curls between your thighs as you cautiously move up his body.

You hover over his face, his hot breath fanning over your skin, and when his tongue touches your wet slit, you gasp out his name. “Oh fuck.” You whimper, lowering your hips even more as pleasure overtakes your shyness. His tongue slides through your folds and you reach down to tangle your fingers in his hair for balance. “Oh Kevva, Ezra.” You whimper, closing your eyes.

Groaning, his eyes roll back at the tangy taste of you on his tongue. It’s been a long time since he had had his mouth on a lover, cock throbbing in the thin pants that are still riding his hips. Using his lone hand to grip your hip, his tongue flicks over your clit and he pushes at you, wanting you to grind your cunt over his face and ride his tongue as it sweeps back and plunges into your silken walls.

You squeal when his tongue pushes into you. You cry out, unconsciously rocking your hips, and when you do that, his nose nudges your clit just right. You moan his name, continuing to rock your hips as his tongue works your cunt expertly. “Oh fuck Ezra. This is - it’s so good.” You whine.

Ezra is a greedy man. He always wants more. Oftentimes it is what gets him in trouble. Trying to accomplish the perfect backstab so he can have a bigger portion of the profits from a haul, or all of them, if his thrower aim was true. This time, he’s greedy for your sounds. Soaking them up along with the delectable juices that slide out of your cunt, flowing like nectar from Kevva himself. Making him eager to feel you cum as he curls his tongue inside you.

You cry out at his eagerness, rocking your hips on his face until he sends you over the edge. Sucking hard on your clit, he makes you squeal as your thighs press against his cheeks, smothering him as you shake through your orgasm. “Ezra. Oh Kevva. Ezra.” You whine.

He swears he could probably cum from your sounds alone. Ringing in his ears and making his chest puff up in pride while he works you through it. Slow strokes of his tongue until you are shifting back, looking down at him while you catch your breath. Ezra feels very much like the cat who got the cream, smirking up at you and caressing your hip. “How was your ride, little bird?”

You smile, shifting to settle on his chest instead of his face, and you look down at him. “Remarkable.” You answer honestly, shuffling further back so you can press your lips to his, unconcerned with tasting yourself on his tongue as you slide yours into his mouth.

Moaning into your mouth, he tries not to grind up against you. Throbbing and staining the material of his pants with precum as it creates a dark spotch on the fabric. Turning his head, he kisses along your jaw. “Do you want to ride or do you wish to be under me?” He murmurs in your ear. “It will be easier to pull out if I’m on top.”

"You on top." You tell him, knowing you need him to pull out of you. "Let me -" You grunt as you shift to lay down beside him. "Come on Ezra. I want to feel you." You murmur, wanting him inside of you, to feel connected to him after everything you've already endured together.

Ezra stands, pushing down his pants and letting his cock spring free. Getting his shirt off takes a little bit more finesse but he manages and is quickly just as bare as you are. Biting his lip and looking down at you where you are spread on the bed and groaning slightly. “Beautiful, birdie. A veritable goddess.”

You eye his cock, leaking pre-cum, and he looks a little feral as his gaze trails over your body. "You look incredible, Ezra. Despite your flaws, you're the most handsome man I've ever seen." You confess, watching him as he kneels on the bed and hovers over you. "Just don't cum inside of me." You remind him, opening your legs for him.

Grunting, he nods, trying to slot himself between your thighs without the aid of another hand to guide him. Using his left hand to brace his weight, he entreats your with his eyes. “Guide the way, birdie.” He begs, sliding his cock through your folds and groaning at how wet you are against him.

You reach between you to grip his cock, guiding him to your cunt. He grunts, pushing slowly into your tight walls, and you whimper at how thick he is. “Kevva. You’re so big.” You whimper, exhaling shakily as he pushes deeper into you. His eyes are closed and you can’t help but reach up to trace the scar on his cheek, “beautiful.” You murmur, relaxing as you admire him.

He can tell his near death experience has changed him. Or maybe it was time spent with Cee. Instead of reveling in his cock being surrounded by your tight cunt and fucking you just as furiously as he could, he’s trying to hold himself back. To keep himself from spilling too quickly. Wanting you to enjoy this forced copulation as much as you could. “You are an angel, birdie.” He chokes out, opening his eyes and pressing his lips to yours while he starts to move.

You wrap your arms around him as well as your legs, pulling him even closer so the only thing he can do is move his hips. His cock drags along your walls and you whimper when he hits slow and deep. Your tongue slides against his as his cock pushes into your cunt. You’re overwhelmed by him, his scent, his grunts, his body. It’s intoxicating.

“Kevva, fuck.” Ezra grunts out, the pace so much slower than he is used to but he makes up for it by making sure that he is bottoming out with every push of his hips. Grinding deep into you. He knows he will have to speed up but you are so fucking tight and he doesn’t want to hurt you. “Look at you taking me.” He moans, looking down to where your lips are stretched around his shaft. “Full of me, stretching that cunt.”

You whimper at his words, so sordid but so sexy, his voice gruff and raspy. “Oh fuck. Yes. You feel so good. Fill me up so good. I- never had a cock this thick before.” You confess, moaning out when his hips jerk and he speeds up for a moment. “You can go faster.” You murmur, stroking his back.

“Birdie.” Ezra groans, unable to stop himself from ramping up his pace. This arm is shaking but he ignores it. “Rub your little pearl.” He orders you. He can’t, not in this position but next time he will kneel and have your legs up on his shoulders so he can control your orgasms. “Want you to soak my cock in the elixir of your pleasure.”

You moan, rocking your hips up to meet his thrusts, loving the way his jaw is clenched. You reach between you to rub your clit, moaning his name when the combination makes your stomach clench. Half a dozen more thrusts and you’re done. Crying out his name, you clamp down on his cock, soaking him with your cum.

He moans at how tight you get, how wet you are when you cum. “Sh-shit.” He hisses, rocking into you twice more before he’s pulling his hips back, ripping his cock out of you quickly. Spurting his seed onto your thighs and stomach while he groans and thrust against your mound.

You reach down to wrap your fingers around his cock, working him through his orgasm as his seed paints your stomach. “You look so beautiful when you cum.” You murmur, tilting your head up to kiss along his jaw. You moan when he turns his head to press his lips to yours, making you slide your tongue into his mouth.

Ezra hums, slowly rocking his hips until he stops moving. Kissing you softly once more before he starts to shift off of you. “We need to clean up.” He murmurs in your ear. “Most prudent thing is for you to get back into the shower. Wash away the evidence of our misdeeds.”

You nod, letting go off his softening cock as he shifts to lay down beside you. You inhale deeply, trying to catch your breath, and you feel boneless after the best orgasm you've had in...well, forever. Your peace is short lived as the door is unlocked and a guard walks in, his eyes focused on your cum streaked stomach. He tuts, "oh dear. Looks like you didn't follow your instructions." His eyes drift over to Ezra. "Don't move." He orders before reaching down to grab onto your arm, pulling you off of the bed and across the floor despite your shrieks and struggling.

Moving to lunge at the guards, Ezra has a thrower shoved against his forehead, pushing him back against the wall. “Don’t fucking touch her, you piece of shit!” Ezra growls. “I pulled out. It was me!” He shouts, hissing when the guard that is dragging you onto the floor stops and kicks you.

The guard shakes his head at Ezra. "She didn't let you cum inside of her. She is going to learn that next time, you cum inside of her." He keeps the thrower against Ezra's forehead as the guard kicks you again. You choke, blood spitting out onto the floor as you're kicked again, and you try to curl into yourself to stop the man from kicking you again.

Ezra hurls curses at them, enraged that they are beating you rather than him. Tensing to spring up off the bed several more times only to be shoved back by the other guard. Hating every cry that spews from your mouth. It seemingly goes on forever, even though he knows it’s only a few minutes. They don’t want to do any damage to you, just show you how bad it could be. Thank Kevva he doesn’t kick you in the stomach, although you will be peeing blood for how many kicks to the kidneys you recover. “She gets it!” Ezra roars, fist twisted in the sheets. “Stop!”

The guard finally stops, standing up straight, and you choke, trying to catch your breath as blood drips from your mouth. You don't doubt that you have internal bleeding. Ezra's cum is still staining your stomach as the guard kneels down and grips your chin. "Next time, he cums inside of you, or we will remove a limb. Understand?" He asks, his fingers digging into your jaw. 

"Y-Yes." You try to nod, your voice croaky, and the guard lets go of you before they both exit the room.

Ezra pushes off the bed quickly, falling to his knees beside you, and reaching for you gently. “I am sorry, little bird, I didn’t anticipate them coming to check so soon.” Fury pours from him as he cradles your battered body, wiping at the blood with his thumb. “We- the shower.” He urges. “I will clean you up. Put you to bed.” He promises. “You were my Nightingale when I was recovering, I will be your nursemaid.”

You nearly collapse when he struggles to help you stand up with his one arm. He supports your weight as you stumble towards the shower, and after he turns it on, you cling to him. “Please. Can you- shower with me.” You plead, needing to feel his skin against yours. He nods, stepping in with you and he wraps his arm around you. Once you’re under the warm water, you sob. Leaning against him, you cry for your current situation, for you and Ezra being beaten up. “I’m sorry.” You sob, burying your face in his chest.

“You have nothing to apologize for.” Ezra murmurs, wishing he could assure you that everything would be okay, but it would be a false sense of security. “You are not amenable to being their broodmare.” He huffs. “Bastards. Without those throwers I would have killed them.” He feels helpless but he knows he can be here for you. Hold you. “I should be sorry for not providing protection for you. Directing their blows to me.”

You sniff, leaning back and wincing at the pain that surges through you. “No. No. You could’ve been paired with a woman who was more willing to be bred. Save you the beating.” You feel guilty despite your own pain. “Ezra.” You choke, running your fingers along his damp chest. “I think we need to- to do what they want while we figure out a way to escape.”

“I know.” His tone is sad, slightly defeated as he answers you. He’s known this, waiting for you to come to that conclusion yourself. “We will get out of here, I will assure you of that.” He has started timing the delivery of the meals, looking for a pattern to the guards. “Don’t worry about it now, we will get you cleaned up, tucked into bed.” He presses his lips to your temple. “We will form a plan.”

The next few days pass by and Ezra looks after you, bringing you the food on the tray, helping you to the bathroom, holding you while you cried when you saw the blood in your pee. Holding you while you slept. The door opens and you sit up, wincing at your still sore body. The guards walk in, looking down at you and Ezra. “It’s time for you to fuck. You’ve had a few days to recover and all you need to do is lay on your back and let him  cum inside of you.”

Ezra huffs and shakes his head. “She is still pissing blood from your boots to her kidneys.” He spits at the guard. “I am not risking her dying of an infection.” He lifts a brow. “It could cause her to miscarry and you will be in hot water with your upper management.”

The guard stares at you, making you shift impossibly closer to Ezra, and he clenches his jaw. "Fine. You have three more days then you need to fuck. Only because I don't want a dead potential mother on my hands. My boss would fucking kill me. Three days." He repeats, pointing at you and Ezra before he retreats, his fellow guard beside him. You exhale shakily, turning to look at Ezra. "Thank you." You reach up to cup his cheek, eternally grateful to Kevva that you were paired with a humane man.

“You do not need to be in pain.” He murmurs, leaning into your touch. Your tenderness still makes you hiss and he didn’t miss the tears in your eyes when he had helped you to the bathroom. “It will give you more time to gather your strength.” He murmurs softly. “I believe that we will soon be free from this nightmare.”

“Really?” You whisper hopefully, scared to be louder than that in case they are somehow listening. 

He nods, shifting even closer. “I’ve been keeping tabs on when they bring our food, how many guards and when they change shifts. I think- if I can get a thrower, we can escape.” He confesses, and you grin. 

“You are a genius.” You surge forward to press your lips to his.

He wraps his arm around you, sliding his tongue against yours gently and groaning when he hears your tiny whimper of hope. “Until then, we must play along with their plot. Keeping our rise undercover.”

You nod, flustered as you pull away from him, realizing you just kissed him without the premise of sex. You shift to lay down again, snuggling into his side as the pain lessens with each passing day. “Thank you Ezra. I- I am happy that I have you despite the hell we are in.”

He leans over and nudges his nose against yours. “I am grateful that you are with me as well.” He admits softly. “I must admit that you have the same spirit as my Cee and it makes me fiercely considerate, given our circumstances.”

Another few days pass by and the guards return, ordering you and Ezra to have sex. The blood is gone from your urine and you are less sore. You can’t argue with the guard regarding your health. You sigh, nodding as you turn towards Ezra. “We need to do this.” You tell him, knowing his plan will be put into action soon. You just need a week to get what you need. 

The guard chuckles, “listen to the lady. She wants you to fuck her. Dunno why. You can’t fuck her properly with one arm. She needs a real man. A whole man.”

Ezra snorts and smirks at the guard. “Why don’t you drop your pants and bend over, I’ll shove my cock in your ass and you can tell me if it’s different from when you get fucked by your friend there.” He sneers, nodding towards the other guard. “It’s been my experience that the ones that boast the loudest have the tiniest appendages.”

You bite your lip to stifle your giggle and the guard's mouth opens and closes before he glares. "Just knock her up. You fucking reject." He hisses, stepping away from you and Ezra before he slams the door. 

You turn to look at Ezra, "thank you for sticking up for me." You reach up to run your fingers through his hair, loving the blond patch. "

“Of course, birdie.” He leans in and presses his forehead against yours, blowing out a slightly nervous breath. “I know you are still not at your peak.” He murmurs softly. “What way do you want to have me?” He will leave this up to you. While he may be forced to try to impregnate you, he wants to give you as much control as he possibly can. You seem to respond better to it.

You bite your lip, knowing that you've thought about this for a while. "I want - I want you to fuck me with us both on our sides. You behind me so you have your hand free and we aren't having to move too much other than our hips." You suggest, wanting to feel his touch across your skin and his body pressed against yours completely. "Does that work for you?" You ask, shifting to kneel on the bed so you can pull the gown over your head.

“Creamy.” Ezra can’t help but smirk at the idea of having your leg over his thigh, opening you up and allowing him to fondle your tits while he’s buried inside you. His eyes drift over your nude body and his cock twitches. “The angle should also help if there are any lingering sore spots.” He reasons softly. “But I will make sure you have copious amounts of pleasure.”

You smile softly at him, loving how he considers you when most men wouldn't give a fuck. "Let's make this about us baby and no one else." You coo, shifting to lay down on your stomach as you get closer to him. You reach for the hem of his pants, tugging down the elastic until you can reach in to take out his half hard cock. You grip his length, shifting closer until you can flick your tongue over the leaking tip.

Ezra eagerly lays down behind you, his right shoulder against the bed and he lifts your leg, pulling it back over his hip to open you up wider. “You’ll feel me.” He promises. “The one time I’ve been inside you has been a lingering itch.” He hums in your ear. “One I’ve needed to scratch since I pulled free of the scorching vice grip of your walls.” He nudges forward, this time able to guide himself to your core and push the tip inside you. “Getting addicted already.” He groans, sliding into you slowly with a steady roll of his hips.

You gasp as he pushes into you, reaching down to grab his forearm as he wraps his arm around you. "Oh fuck. Ezra." You moan, loving how he stretches your cunt. You zone out from your dire situation, focusing only on you and Ezra. Lovers instead of prisoners. "I- I love how you feel inside of me." You reveal, bringing his hand up to your breast.

He squeezes your tit gently, making sure he doesn’t hurt you. Your nipple pebbles against his hand and he groans when your walls tighten around him. “So good.” He huffs, kissing below your ear. “You feel like a dream, birdie. I could live buried in this cunt.”

You whimper at his response, his cock buried deep inside of you, and you turn your head so you can press your lips to his. The angle is a little awkward but you love how his tongue slides in to caress yours. “I’m glad it’s you.” You murmur, pressing your lips to his chin as he thrusts into you. “I’m glad I’m here with you.”

Your words make him groan, playing into the little fantasy in his head that this isn’t forced. That you want him. Maybe approaching him at a bar on the Pug, striking up a conversation and taking him home. His hand slides down your body and he roughly circles your clit. “Me too, birdie.” He groans. “You are- fuck, you are so good to me. Took good care of me.”

You gasp when his calloused finger rubs your clit while his cock grinds deep, and you feel surrounded by him. You don’t know if it’s being stuck together every minute of the day, or simply how he is that makes you moan out, “I want you to cum inside of me.” You mean it. You want to feel him fill you up. Without any requirements, just wanting him to make love to you.

Hissing in your ear, his cock twitches. “I am.” He promises. “First you need to cum for me. Then I’ll fill up your pretty little cunt until you are dripping me.” He’s not exactly sure why it sounds so fucking sexy, but he twitches inside of you at the thought.

Moaning at the thought, you grind back onto his cock. “Fuck baby.” His words make your cunt clamp down on his cock, but he manages to thrust deep. You adjust your hip, making him hit just right, and you whine, “there. Right there.” He grunts, focusing on that same spot. You mewl, nails digging into his forearm as you clamp down on his cock, soaking him with your cum as his name spills from your lips. 

Ezra groans, thrusting into you faster and works you through your high. Loving how tight you grip him. “God birdie.” He huffs, hearing how wet you are as his cock stuffs back into you with every push of his hips. “Gonna cum, this cunt is gonna make me cum.”

“Please Ezra. Cum. Fill me up. I want it.” You moan, serious about it. You want to feel his cock throb and pulse as he paints your walls. Your mind ignores the apparent consequences of your actions but you want to feel connected to him like this. “Cum for me.” You beg, turning your head to press your lips to his, sliding your tongue into his mouth.

He is unable to do anything but obey you. Practically whining out your name into your mouth. Pushing deep and shuddering while he pumps you full of his cum. “Birdie.” He moans, thrusting shallowly as he pushes his cum back into your cunt.

You reach back to cup his neck, keeping his mouth close to you. You sigh, praying to Kevva that he didn't get you pregnant, that you aren't fertile yet. He stays inside of you, kissing your jaw and neck, and you smile, focusing on him again. "Ezra." You murmur, "we have to keep doing this to keep them distracted."

“I know.” He hates it, knowing that every time he fills you, the chances of it taking is drastically improved. He doesn’t want to make you have a child when you don’t want one. “We won’t let them win.”

You shift, his softening cock slipping out of you, and you spin around to snuggle into his chest. "We will get out of here." You kiss the space above his heart. "I know we will." You look into his eyes, knowing that you will ensure you both get out of this hellhole.

The sound of the lock makes both of you look at the door. Opening to reveal both of the guards. Ezra shifts, lowering your leg down and pulling the sheet up, trying to keep the guard from ogling you. “We have done our deed.” He tells them. “You can leave.”

"I need to see proof." The guard tells Ezra, "unless you both want a beating...or to lose a limb." He threatens, tugging on the sheet to reveal your bodies. "Spread your legs, sweetheart. Need to see that his cum is inside of you." He orders, his eyes trailing along your form and making you shiver.

Ezra growls, not happy with it at all, but he squeezes your hip. “Show them, little bird.” He murmurs softly, kissing your ear. “The quicker we acquiesce to their demands, the sooner they will leave this room.” He rationalizes. He doesn’t want them touching you, and he damn sure doesn’t want you to be beaten again.

You bite your lip, hating that you are so violated in this fucking prison, but you spread your legs so the guard can see Ezra’s cum drip out of you. “Good girl. Damn. What a pretty little pussy. Maybe when you’re knocked up they’ll let me have some fun with you. Until you, you need to fuck her daily. Her fertility period is now. You need to get her pregnant or they…” The guard trails off with a chuckle. 

“Or they what?” You ask, closing your legs. 

“Or they’ll kill him.” He grins, “and you’ll have a new partner. So better get to it to make sure she’s pregnant.” He whistles as he walks out of the room, licking the door behind him.

“We will be long gone before then.” Ezra murmurs softly, praying to Kevva that it’s true. “We just need to keep the peace for now.” 

You snuggle into his side, knowing he’s right. He won’t leave you alone here. You are soon falling asleep after he cleans you up and you curl into him, breathing him in. 

****

“Mmm” You moan, waking up the next morning to Ezra kissing along your neck. He’s playful, growling into your flesh when you reach behind you to wrap your fingers around his morning wood. “I want to suck you off.” You request, shifting to kneel on the bed, the sheet falling off of your bodies. “Let me taste you.” You plead, leaning over to kiss the skin just above his knee.

“Birdie…” He knows he should resist. He should fuck you, but the back of his mind tells him that he’s already cum inside you. They can’t expect him to fill you every time. It only takes once to make a baby. Your teeth graze his thigh and his cock jumps, making him hiss in pleasure. “I must confess I have had several ruminations of what that mouth would feel like, my cock stuffed down your throat.” He admits, reaching down and cupping your cheek. “Do you wish to look up at me with tear filled eyes while you drink down my seed?” 

You moan, nodding eagerly. You wish to somehow thank him for protecting you, for being a good man. Kissing along his inner thigh, you reach up to grip his cock, your tongue pressing against the underside of his length while your eyes meet his ever darkening gaze. You flick your tongue over the leaking slit, lapping up the drop of pre-cum, before you wrap your lips around the head, loving the hiss that escapes his mouth.

Ezra watches, entranced by the way that you start to take him into your mouth. Gripping the edge of the bed to keep his hips from rocking up and pushing too deep. “Kevva - fuck, little birdie.” He moans, “that mouth is straight from the heavens.”

You moan around his cock, taking him deeper until he hits the back of your throat. “Fuck.” Ezra grunts, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. You feel powerful, taking control of your pleasure, your bodies,  instead of letting the people who have captured you control everything. You pull off of his cock for a moment, pumping him with your fist, as you look up at him. “I want you to cum down my throat.” You tell him before you take him back into your mouth, sinking down until your nose is buried in the curls at the base of his cock.

The whine you pull from his lips is nearly inhumane. Pulled from the pits of his stomach while his entire body tenses up. “Oh fuck.” He huffs, blowing out a loud breath, trying to calm his body down so he’s not too eager to cum too soon.

You feel powerful, in control, as you suck his cock. Wrapping your fingers around his saliva slick cock, and you pump him while your mouth lowers so you can roll one of his balls with his tongue. Your hand working his length, you swipe your thumb over the head, loving the moans that escape his lips.

Ezra keens your name. Learned during the week he was recovering from his own injuries, he uses it now in a broken voice, close to losing control. “Shit, shit, shit.” He pants breathlessly, his hand gripping the back of your head and his hips leaving the bed as he chases that release that is almost in his grasp. Gasping when you take him back into your hot mouth and suck. He cums with a shout, balls pulling tight to his body and throbbing as he spills down your throat.

You swallow his release, gulping as you try to keep up with the cum, an errant drop escaping your lips, and you let his hips rock as he rides his orgasm. When he slumps back on the bed, you pull off of his cock, licking your lips as you sample the salty taste of his seed, until you slump down beside him. You grin as you cup his cheek, loving the lost look in his eyes as he recovers. “You sound so beautiful when you cum.” You tell him, reaching out to brush his hair back from his face.

Ezra gives you a blissed out smile, reaching up to caress your neck gently. “As do you.” He promises. “Now I will never lament feeling your lips around my cock, I must insist that you allow me to bring you the same sweet relief that you just gifted me with.”

You whimper at the thought, knowing his tongue is sinful. “Fuck. Ezra.” You whine, reaching for his hand to bring it between your thighs, showing him how wet you are. “Want your fingers. Please. Want to kiss you while you make me cum on your fingers.” You plead, shifting closer to him and gasping when his fingers brush your clit.

“I will give you everything within my power, little bird.” He promises, pressing his lips to yours almost desperately and not caring that the taste of his seed is on your tongue when his caresses yours. Groaning into your mouth and twisting his wrist so he can push two fingers into your cunt and rub your clit with his thumb. Wanting to make you feel just as good as you had made him feel. 

You cry into his mouth at the way his thick fingers stretch your walls. You love it. "Oh Ezra." You moan against his lips, rocking your hips down as you spread your legs wider, allowing him to push his fingers deeper. It's a little fumbling with his left hand not being his now missing dominant, but it still feels incredible. "Oh fuck." You hiss, closing your eyes as your mouth falls open.

“So good.” He murmurs, pressing kisses to your lips and tries to keep his fingers steadily working into your cunt. Rubbing your clit and pumping his fingers in and out of your velvety walls. Loving the way that you whimper into his mouth and rock your hips up to urge him on. “So responsive.”

“Always. For you. Because of you.” You gasp, that sensation in your stomach twisting as he pumps his fingers into you. When he curls them, you cry out, grabbing his forearm to tell him to focus on that, and he does. “Oh Ezra. Oh Ez- fuck!” You squeal, clamping down on his fingers, and he groans in appreciation as you soak his digits.

He loves that you are soaking him, that you are coming apart for him. So much of what he had thought he had lost when his arm was parted from his body was restored in your arms. The confidence of his ability gleaming under the bending of your body, the clenching of your cunt. He is renewed in the sweet cry of your broken sounds of pleasure. “So good. So good, little bird.” He murmurs, rocking you through it. 

Panting, you shift to throw your leg over his hip, surging forward to press your lips to his as his fingers remain inside of you. “Ezra. I- I think - I am so happy it’s you. If I do become pregnant…I’m glad you’re the father.” You murmur, looking into those dark brown eyes you’ve come to adore. Being locked in this room with him has brought in feelings you never imagined you would experience. You can’t say what you truly feel, just in case the worst happens. You can’t admit it to yourself in case it destroys what little strength you have left.

“I would not wish to be with anyone else.” He is surprised that it is true, but it is. He is happy that he has been paired with you. “If you- if our union does bear fruit….” His dark eyes bore into yours before he lowers his lips to your ear. “I will take care of you, little bird. I swear it on my last breath.”

You smile, reaching up to caress his stubbled cheek. “I know you will. Let’s hope we can get out of here before we end up in that situation.” You sigh, leaning in to peck his lips. You pray you escape before you are pregnant. 

****

The next two weeks pass in the same way as before. Expertly timed meal delivery and deliveries of toiletries. One thing is different though. The guards don’t come inside your room. The reason for that is because you and Ezra have sex every day. Neither one of you wants a beating or to lose a limb so he cums inside of you, but the sex is not methodical. It’s passionate. Now that Ezra has regained his confidence, he’s a demanding lover. 

Dragging orgasm after orgasm from your body as he moves within you, letting you ride him or fucking you from behind on his knees. You’re addicted to his cock, loving the way he feels inside of you. It’s after you’ve cleaned up from your recent round of sex that the door is opened. You are curled around Ezra, his hand caressing your back, when the guard strides over to the bed.

Ezra tenses slightly, not liking the look on the guard’s face. “Get up.” He orders, eyes roaming over your body. You are wearing your gown, but it is thin and Ezra has it shoved up to your hips while he caresses your breasts. 

“Are we no longer trading quips?” He asks, giving a small pout. “And I had enjoyed them so.”

The guard offers him a sarcastic smile while you shift off of the bed. Ezra moves too but the guard shakes his head. “Not you. Just her.” 

Ezra growls, standing up from the bed. “No.” He hisses, moving to step in front of you and defend you if need be. “Where are you taking her?” He demands to know. 

The guard snorts, pressing his thrower to Ezra’s head. “I won’t say it again. Move. She needs to go for a pregnancy test.” He growls.

He huffs, unhappy with this and presses closer, trying to reach you even with the thrower at his head. “It will be okay. You will take the test and then come back here.” He reaches out and touches your arm to reassure you. “They wouldn’t dare hurt you. Not when they want your womb filled with my baby for their schemes.” He reminds you and the guards of that fact. “Nor would they risk a budding pregnancy.”

You nod, looking at him for a moment before the guards order you to walk. “I’ll be back.” You promise, letting the guards escort you past the endless doors and sex noises echo down the hall along with screams and cries. It’s overwhelming and you’re grateful for the peace as you are escorted to another corridor where the door is opened for you. 

“Welcome.” The woman smiles. A doctor. She’s friendly, telling you to sit down as the guards shuffle out of the door, and her friendliness has you on edge. No one here is friendly. You don’t say anything, letting her check your vitals, and she eventually asks you to pee in a cup, pointing to the toilet in the corner. 

“Uh, is there nowhere more private?” You ask. 

“No. We can’t afford any…issues.” She says, her tone a little cooler. She doesn’t say but they’ve had issues where woman had smuggled in urine from their male sexual partners to fake a negative if they suspected a pregnancy. You are awkward as you pee into the cup, handing it to her. She puts the strip into it, setting the timer, and your heart is pounding, praying for a negative. You wring your fingers together, anxious until she grins and your heart breaks. “Positive!” She cheers and you immediately start to sob, unsure of what to do or how to feel. 

Ezra will be furious. You will need to move your plans to escape up. The guards enter the room and you don’t struggle, hoping they take you back to your room, but they take you down another hall. “Where am I going? Stop. Stop! I want to go back! Take me back!” You scream, trying to run away but they grab your arms, guiding you into another room. 

“Welcome to the maternity ward.” The guard announces.

Ezra paces as he waits for you. Walking an endless loop back and forth across the floor and looking towards the door. It shouldn’t take this long for you to pee in a cup or have blood taken for a pregnancy test. Worried that he has managed to get you pregnant and sure that he won’t be able to keep himself from telling you that he’s hopeless attached to you, despite your circumstances. Stopping and rushing over to the door when the slot for the tray opens. “Where is she?” He demands as the tray slides into the room. “I demand to see her!”

The sight of only one tray makes Ezra gulp, worried they had killed you or taken you somewhere if you weren't pregnant. "She's gone to the maternity ward, you reject. Congrats. You knocked her up." The guard snorts, slamming the slot shut after shoving the tray towards Ezra, sending food across the floor.

“Shit!” Ezra hisses, shoving his hand through his hair before he ignores the foot and starts beating on the door. “Bring her back!” He shouts, over and over again as his fist slams against the hard door. “Bring her back! Bring her back! I demand to see her!”

You were so hysterical when they took you to your bed in the maternity ward, they had to sedate you. Telling you that stress isn’t good for the baby. When you wake up, you are disoriented, looking around at the multiple beds. Women in various states of pregnancy. Some are ready to pop. Some like you, barely pregnant, others halfway through. You look up at the holoscreens, watching it play some ancient soap opera from earth. You glance around, noting the lack of guards, and you shift to get out of the bed, shrieking when your leg is pulled as you try to get out of the bed. 

“It’s no use, they have us tied to the bed. We only leave if we need to pee or for medical tests, or if we are lucky, a bit of exercise. They want us to relax for the babies.” The heavily pregnant woman next to you reveals. 

You swallow, tears stinging in your eyes. “And- and what happens after - you know?” You ask, wondering if she’s seen it. 

“Oh, after you give birth? They sterilize you and let you go. They have no more use for you. They don’t want the same genes floating around. They want “exclusivity” for their new darling baby, so they sterilize the mother. The father? He’s castrated and then they let you go. Although….I’m not sure if that’s the case. Surely someone would try to stop this madness.” She seems at peace with her fate but you aren’t, unwilling to give your baby up to the highest bidder.

For two days Ezra has beat on the door. Demanding and yelling to see you. Ignoring the demands for him to shut up or the food that is shoved through the slot. “I demand to see her!” He yells again, voice hoarse and his hand swollen from where he is hitting it on the door. He had taken one of the food trays to clang against the door when he could not use his fist any more. He’s terrified of what they may have done to you, where you might be having done to you and the fact that you are pregnant with his child just makes his sense of urgency even greater. Needing to get out of this cursed place and protect you. Failing you every second that you are apart.

You aren’t sure how much time has passed but you spend your days getting a plan together. It takes time but you manage to wrangle a bobby pin from one of the nurses, complaining that your hair keeps getting in your face from your lack of a haircut. She feels sorry for you and gives you one. At night, you talk to the pregnant woman beside you. You find out her name is Mona and she tells you about what she wishes she could do. To escape and have her daughter in her life, to be her mother, and live as a family. You grow to trust her so you tell her about Ezra, about how he protected you. She smiles and says it sounds like you’re in love with him, and it hits you. 

“Yes. Yes I am.” You whisper, your hand sliding down to your stomach as you imagine a life with Ezra and your child, a home together. After that revelation, it’s what you dream about at night. About three days into your time in the maternity ward, you tell Mona about your plan to escape. 

“You can’t. They will- they will capture you and then you’ll be chained up like Sally was after she tried to escape.” Mona warns you, but you shake your head. 

“I have to try. I can’t - I won’t give my baby away. I need to save Ezra. Please. Help me.” You plead and she nods, rubbing your stomach. When everyone is asleep and the night nurse goes to get her usual cup of coffee, you sneak under your sheets to work on unlocking your ankle restraint. It’s hard but you’re grateful for the ancient lock as it’s easier to undo than the new technology. It clicks and you bite your lip to smother your cry of victory, leaving it loose as you try to get some sleep. 

The next morning, Mona groans, making the nurse look up from her station, and she gasps, gripping her stomach. “I- I think my water just broke. I’ve been having pains all night but I- oh shit!” Mona squeals, and the nurse calls for the doctor, rushing over to help Mona get out of the bed so she can inspect. Mona had already poured some water beneath her gown to soak the mattress and she winks at you when the doctor and nurses surround her. You take your moment, getting out of the bed after undoing the restraint and rushing out of the room. Too distracted by the incoming baby, none of the doctors or nurses noticed you leave, but the others did. Giving you a thumbs up or worried looks as you try to escape. Rushing down the hall, your heart is pounding as you thankfully don’t run into anyone until you find the corridor where Ezra is being kept. The guard - the one who beat you - is walking along and spots you.

“Hey!” The guard yells out and starts running towards you. A fierce frown on his face as he raises his thrower to aim at you as he runs. “Stop!”

You freeze, throwing your hands up as he aims the thrower at you, and you need his key fob to open Ezra’s door. You think fast, smirking at the guard. “Come on now baby. Surely we can come to some arrangement. Can I- I want to suck your cock. It’s all I’ve thought about. Even when I had him inside of me. I wanted you, thought of you.” You coo, lowering your hands. 

The guard chuckles, already ensnared by your charm. “Well I’m glad you’ve come to your senses.” He grins, lowering the thrower. You shuffle closer, kneeling down in front of him. 

“Let me suck your cock.” You look up at him as you reach for his pants, pulling the zipper down. You see his key fob and his thrower in his hand. His eyes look up at the corridor to see if anyone is coming and that’s when you strike. Biting down on his hand that has the thrower, he drops it and you scramble to grab it. Wasting no time in putting a bolt in his head. You grimace at the sight of him, dead. He’s the first man you’ve killed, but you don’t have time to dwell on that as you bend down to grab the key fob, rushing down the hall to Ezra’s room. Unlocking it with the fob, you hear Ezra hoarsely begging for them to bring you back. You kneel down in front of him, cupping his cheeks. “Ezra! Ezra! Look at me.” You order, needing him to act fast so you can escape.

Ezra blinks, unable to believe that you are real. “Wha- birdie, are you here?“ He asks, frowning and reaching up to cup your cheek, afraid that he is hallucinating and you are just a figment of his imagination. 

“Yes, I’m here Ezra, we have to move.” You tell him, tugging at his shoulder. 

He shakes his head and tries to clear the cobwebs on his brain. So focused on seeing you again. “Are you- are you really pregnant?” He asks, almost believing that the information he had been told was a lie.

You smile, nodding at him. “Yes. Yes. I’m pregnant.” You watch the awe gather in his eyes, and a grin appears on his face before he swallows harshly, his eyes hardening. 

“You need to get out of here.” He growls, narrowing his eyes at the open door. 

“Come on baby. I have a key. We can go. Just - you need to get up.” You order, taking his hand in yours.

He nods quickly. Senses coming back to him. He struggles to get to his feet, weaker than normal due to no food for the last few days. “We must get you away from these parasites.” He huffs. “They will not touch you or the babe in your belly.” He takes the thrower from your hand and grips it in his. “Little bird, while it might be considered antiquated, allow me to present myself as a shield for you and our child.”

Your eyes widen, your heart thumping in your chest and you can’t help but surge forward to press your lips to his. “Later baby. Let’s get out of here first.” You tell him, helping him balance before you glance back at the door. You step towards it , but he shakes his head, stepping in front of you. He peeks his head out, looking down the hall before he gestures for you to move. You rush down the hall, unsure of where you need to go but Ezra moves ahead of you, thrower aiming at anyone who dares block your path.

Outside of the rooms, the security seems incredibly relaxed, meeting no one along your way. Ezra is cautious, looking around corners before he slides along the halls, making his way to what he hopes to be an exit. Passing by the room he had been housed in before he was brought to you. The double doors at the end of the hall look like freedom and he motions you closer. “Give me the fob, little bird.” He orders softly.

You hand him the fob, watching him curse as he struggles to hold the thrower and grab the fob, but he manages to swing it over his thumb to use both. He unlocks the door, the lights going green, and you rush behind him as you arrive in some kind of hangar. “Hey! What are you-?” The guard barely gets the chance to shout before Ezra shoots him. Another guard sees and hits the panic button, alerting the facility to your escape. 

“Quick!” You shout at Ezra, nudging him towards the speed bike.

“You will have to navigate, little bird.” Ezra aims behind him and fires another bolt towards the second guard, hitting him in the shoulder and he hears a cry when the man drops to the ground. You nod, throwing your leg over the bike and he awkwardly climbs up behind you. It will be dangerous, trying to stay on with one arm, but he needs to be able to defend you while the two of you are escaping. “Hurry, before more show up.” 

You scramble to figure out how to turn on the speeder, fumbling until the engine roars to life and you waste no time in accelerating out of the hangar. Bolts fly past you but you don't look back, focusing on weaving through the trees as you try to escape from the guards that are following. Ezra manages to take one out, his arm is tight around you but you don't mind. "There's one more birdie. I need you to go faster." He orders, and you accelerate, desperate to make your escape.

He can’t help but keep looking over his shoulder, the occasional thrower bolt clanging against the bike or along some object you are zooming by. Monitoring to make sure they aren’t catching up to you. “Around that corner!” He shouts in your ear, needing you to turn as he recognizes where you are. If you can lose him, he knows where the two of you will be able to hide. 

You turn where he tells you to, spinning the bike so hard it nearly topples over into a skid, but you manage to keep control. The bike behind you does not have time to turn as he speeds in a straight line. Your heart pounds as Ezra points to a place in the distance, and you floor the bike, needing to get away and feel safe.

Stumbling off the bike after you stop, Ezra looks down the alleyways to make sure that the one chasing you wasn’t nearby. “Help me push it behind the pile of junk.” He motions over to a large stack of debris. “In an hour, it will be stolen and they can chase it all over with no ties to us.” He explains, grinning when he looks up at the rundown facade of his own home. “Come on, little bird, let’s get you inside and make sure nothing injured you.” 

You nod, grunting as you help him push the bike behind the debris. After, he keeps the thrower aimed as he guides you to the derelict building. “Where are we Ezra?” You ask. Your hands are now shaking as the adrenaline starts to wear off. 

“My old home.” He tells you, making your eyes widen as he guides you through the debris to the front door. He punches in a code and the mechanics whirl as the rusted door opens.

It’s old, an air of neglect hanging over the place, but it’s still in one piece. No one has come through and trashed it, despite others having had the code. Dusty furniture sits like lonely relics of when he was last here. It had been nearly three years since he had stepped foot into this place, telling Cee about it in case she needed to use it, but for some reason being unwilling to come back himself until now. “Now, I can make sure you are okay.” He grunts, turning around and locking the door from the inside. 

You turn towards Ezra, surging forward to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him close as you bury your face in his chest, breathing him in. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” You choke, tears now streaming down your cheeks. Ezra’s arm wraps around you, stroking your back. 

“For what birdie? Talk to me.” He urges, his brow furrowed. 

“For getting pregnant.” You hiccup, “I- I know you don’t - it’s not what either of us planned for our lives.”

“Hey, hey.” Ezra murmurs, pulling back and reaching up to cup your cheek. “It’s not what we planned for our lives.” He admits. “But, birdie - if you don’t want to have this child, if it’s truly not what you want, I will make sure you don’t have to become a mother.” He promises. “I know where we can go. It’s as safe as it could possibly be. I’ll take you and be right there with you if you want.”

“Ezra. I- I truly never imagined having a child, to have a responsibility other than myself. When I could barely survive, it was - unfathomable. That’s why I had the implant. I- when they told me I was pregnant. I was horrified. But - but only because I couldn’t imagine giving my baby away to strangers after carrying them for nine months and knowing I’d be giving away the baby I had with the man I - I want this baby. When I was in the ward, I dreamed of a life with this child. With you.” You confess.

He breathes out a sigh of relief, giving a grin and a slight chuckle as he touches his forehead to yours. “Birdie…thank Kevva.” You have no idea how happy he is to hear you say that. “It would be the last thing I wanted. When that guard told me that you were carrying my child, I needed to see you. More than I need to draw breath.” He pauses, licking his lips and gathering his courage. “Birdie, we met under dire circumstances and yet, I must confess that I find myself bewildered by the depth of my feelings for you.” He tells you. “I love you, Birdie. You and our progeny and I want that life you spoke of.”

You inhale sharply, looking into those dark eyes you’ve come to love, to adore. “I love you too Ezra. So much. I- I want our child. I want a life together. We don’t have anything but we can figure it out. Go to a shelter or find some help.” You reach up to caress his cheek. “I never imagined I’d fall in love but here we are.” You giggle, nudging your nose against him.

He hums, leaning in and pressing his lips to yours softly. “It’s not much, but this place is secure with that door locked.” He promises. “I will change the code so that no one else can get in. It’s a place that isn’t a shelter for you and the baby to rest comfortably.” He bites his lip. “I will find work, find something to support you and our offspring.” 

You nod, knowing he will provide. He’s protected you so far. You know he will continue to do so. “I love you.” You murmur, “I - I need you Ezra. I need to know you’re here and we are safe. Please. Touch me.” You beg, sliding your hands down his chest until you reach the elasticated band of his sweatpants.

Groaning, his cock twitches as you dip beneath the fabric and cup him. Hardening under your touch quickly, he huffs, and lets his hand slide down to cup one of your breasts over your gown. “Are you sure?” He murmurs softly, not wanting you to feel like you have to. 

“Yes.” You whine, squeezing him and making him gasp. “I want you. Not because we have to, but because we want each other.” 

He moans and nods. “Let me make love to you, little bird.” 

You whimper, wrapping your fingers around his hardening cock, and you nod. “Please Ezra. I want you. I want you to make love to me without any objective or necessity. I just want it to be us. Lovers. Expressing their love. Not being treated like cattle.” You reach for the hem of your gown with your free hand, awkwardly tugging on it and he helps you after letting go of your breast. You’re still in the early stages of pregnancy that you don’t have a bump, but you smile when his hand reaches for your stomach. “Our baby.” You murmur, reaching for the hem of his t-shirt.

“Our baby.” He whispers the words reverently, stroking your skin before he has to pull away so you can pull his shirt over his head. “Soon your belly will swell and you will be showing.” He sighs and bites his lip as he looks you up and down. “I can’t wait to see it. I was afraid I would never see you again.” 

You chuckle, shaking your head. “I’m sure you know me well enough by now to know that I wouldn’t have just stayed there without a fight. I had to get back to you. I needed to get back to you. The father of my child.” You toss his shirt on the floor and reach up to cup the back of his neck, bringing his lips back down to yours. “Need you to touch me baby.” You plead.

“I will.” He kisses you softly and smirks. “I want to take you to my bed.” He tells you, taking your hand and leading you through the space to the bedroom that was his. Stepping inside and hoping that you approve. The draped canvas cloth is covering it and he is quick to pull it off. “I want you to spread out here.” 

Nodding, you shift to kneel on the bed, looking up at him. He’s like your personal angel. He thinks of himself as a devil, but perhaps he’s a fallen angel. Your savior nonetheless. “I love you Ezra.” You say as you lay down, beckoning him to you. “I want you inside of me. Nothing else. Just you.” You tell him.

Ezra lays down beside you, hand roaming over your bare flesh, squeezing and pinching your nipples gently. Sliding down over your stomach to tangle in the thatch of curls covering your cunt. “I want you to ride me, little bird.” He smirks and leans down to kiss your lips before trailing them down your chest. “Get you ready for when you are rounded.” 

You moan, shifting to swing your leg over his hips to straddle him. You look down at him, a smile on your face as you shift to grip his cock. Positioning it at your entrance, you slowly sink down onto him. There’s a pinch from your lack of preparation but you don’t care, ignoring it in favor of looking down at your lover. “So good Ezra. Your cock feels so good inside of me.” You whimper.

He moans and he shifts his hips up, bouncing you slightly. “If I feel good, it is only because your cunt is perfectly made for this, for me.” He praises, stroking your hip and reaching up to cup your breast. His thumb rubs over the nipple slowly and he stimulates it. “You are a vision. A wondrous sight to see. My lover, my love, bearing my child and seated on my cock.” 

The whine that escapes your lips is desperate, loving his words. So tender yet so secure. You feel safe for the first time in years. "We- we are a family now. I'm yours. Always yours." You take his hand from your breast, sliding it down your stomach to your curls until you can press his fingers against your clit. "Please baby. I need- I need to cum." You gasp.

Ezra growls and rubs your clit frantically while you start to rock on his cock faster. “You're mine and I’m yours little bird.” He promises, working the little bundle of nerves to make you gasp and clench around him. “Want you to cum. Want you to cum for me.” He groans, bucking up into you. “Squeeze my cock like you did when I filled you up with our baby.” 

His words make you cry out and you gasp his name when his cock hits just right. "Oh Kevva. Fuck. Ezra. Ezra. Ezra." You pant, tossing your head back as you brace your palms on his chest. "I love you. I love- oh fuck!" You squeal, clamping down on his cock and soaking him as you cum.

Ezra groans, loving how tight you get and how you are soaking him. Hissing in pleasure when your hips roll slowly as you can’t keep up the pace. “Come on baby.” He urges, moving your hip with his hand and thrusting up into you. “So close to cumming.”

You struggle but manage to rock your hips, wanting him to cum for you. “Please baby. Cum for me. Cum for me.” You plead, nails scratching his chest as you look down at him. He groans your name, thrusting up into you as he cums, painting your walls. “Yes that’s it baby.” You coo, slowly rocking your hips to help him through his high.

Ezra loves how you collapse against his chest. Heart pounding as he turns his head and presses his lips to your hair. Humming happily as he caresses your back. “I love you, Birdie.” He murmurs softly. “I want to stay like this for a little longer.” He begs. Often you would quickly clean up together for fear of the guards coming in. He hadn’t liked anyone seeing you.

You hum, snuggling into his neck to breathe him in, relishing in your freedom, in your love. “Love you too. I’m - what happened to us was awful but I’m glad we found each other.” You kiss his neck, loving his hum of agreement.

****

“Ezra. Can you get the door?” You call out. Your home had been transformed, gone were the bare necessities Ezra had, replaced with furnishing fit for a family. Ezra had found work with a publishing company, deciding to write about your time in the breeding facility. He had found an assistant to type for him, writing out his memoir that had soon been snapped up and exposed the vile facility you’d been kidnapped into. 

It hadn’t been easy but you’d both made the decision to shed light on it, preventing others from going through the same thing. Your child, now six months old, suckles on your breast while Ezra rushes to the door, defensive as ever until you hear “Kevva. It’s Cee.” He punches in the code to unlock your door and you’re shocked to see the girl he had bonded with, enter as a young woman.

Ezra pulls Cee into a tight hug. “Cee, I must say that I am surprised to see you on this doorstep.” He huffs, pulling back and looking her over before dragging her into the house to close the door. “Come in, where are you here from? Can you stay? How long?” He fires off questions as he guides her inside. “Come and meet my family.”

You look up as you tuck your breast away, shifting the baby after he finishes feeding. A smile appears on your face as you stand to meet the infamous Cee. “Family?” She asks as she follows Ezra into the living room, her eyes widening when she sees you and the baby in your arms. “Hi. You must be Cee.” You smile at her.

Her mouth drops open and she looks from you to Ezra and then to the baby. “I- you have been busy.” She manages after a moment. “I thought I would come back to find you still moping around about the loss of your arm.” She huffs, setting down the bag she has slung over her back. “And you’ve got a baby.”

Ezra chuckles, “yes. This -” He steps closer, introducing you and the baby. He leans down to kiss your forehead and you smile at him. “It’s a long story. One I’ve written about actually. Well, I spoke and someone typed.” He confesses. Cee nods, still a little in shock. 

“It’s so nice to finally meet you. Are you staying?” You ask her, certain that you can prepare a meal for the younger woman.

Cee blushes slightly and bites her lip as she nods, looking uncertain for a moment. She hasn’t expected Ezra to have someone and she’s feeling a little lost. “My freighter leaves in half a cycle. Ezra- he had said that if I ever needed a place to stay when I was here, that I could stay here.” She explains. “But I can find a room somewhere.”

“Absolutely not.” You shake your head, “you will stay here. Ezra has told me about you and I wish to know more about the brave girl who saved the man I love. You shall stay and let me prepare dinner. Baby, I’ll put him in his crib and start dinner. You catch up with Cee.” You tell Ezra, stepping over to peck his lips before you disappear into the bedroom.

Ezra watches you disappear with a grin on his face before he motions you over to the comfortable sofa you had picked out. “Tell me what you have been getting yourself into.” He demands. “I have been hoping for a transmission from you, but this is better.” He sits down and smiles when Cee does the same, looking around and taking in the scrubbed clean and neat apartment.

“I never thought I’d see you with a family.” Cee chuckles, looking at Ezra with a soft smile. “She’s good for you. I can see it.” Cee says and Ezra has a sloppy smile on his face, glancing at the bedroom door where you disappeared. 

“Yeah she is.” He nods. 

Cee bites her lip, “i went back.” Her confession makes Ezra pale. 

“You mean-?” He asks. 

“I went back to the green.” Cee reveals and Ezra is about to reprimand her but she interrupts him. “I went back because I knew where the Queen’s Lair was and I - I practiced - mastered harvesting.” Ezra shakes his head, pissed she risked her life. “I went back and -” Cee reaches for the bag she brought, opening it to reveal the aurelac within. More than Ezra has ever seen in his life.

Ezra whistles, eyes widening as he looks into the bag. “Kevva.” He hisses, looking up at Cee. “You shouldn’t have gone alone, but fuck me if you didn’t strike it rich.” He remembers the sight of that pit. Shuddering as he also recalls the folly that followed. The two of them had barely made it off that rock. “Congratulations, you are a rich woman.” He sits back and worries his bottom lip. “What are your plans?”

“That’s just half of it, Ezra. This is your half.” Cee says. 

Ezra’s eyes widen even more. “No. Cee. I- you - I didn’t harvest this.” He shakes his head. 

“I would have died on that moon if it wasn’t for you. You saved me. You could’ve given me to the Saters but you didn’t. It’s because of you that I’m alive.” She says. 

“I cannot accept this.” He says. 

“You can and you will. I want you to have it. I have half of it. This half is yours. For your family.”

He looks back at the bag and then to the girl who had taken from him and yet given him so much on that toxic moon. Tears start to pool in his eyes and he nods. “I- there is no way I will ever be able to thank you.” He chokes out, reaching for her to pull her into a hug. “If not for you, I would have never met the woman I love or be a father.” He murmurs. “Kevva sent you to me, Cee.”

Cee smiles, kissing his cheek. “You saved me too Ezra. I- thank you.” You step out of the bedroom, smiling at the moment between Ezra and the young woman. Seeing the tenderness in his eyes, you hesitantly step closer and he drops his arm from Cee to reach for you. 

“We are - Cee brought - it’s aurelac.” He points at the bag. Your eyes widen, remembering his stories of their fight for the gems and how much it is worth. “It’s ours.” Ezra announces, “Cee. She is generously gifting it to me.” Ezra informs you and your eyes widen even more, “ours?” Ezra grins, “ours.” 

You look at Cee, unable to stop yourself from surging forward to wrap your arms around her. “Thank you.” You tell her. 

“You’re welcome. Just - look after him.” She whispers. 

“Always.” You promise, stepping away from her. You have tears in your eyes and you look at Ezra. “I love you.” You smile at Ezra, unable to believe how happy you are despite your unfortunate beginning. 

“I love you too, birdie.” Ezra grins, nudging his nose against yours. Finally, he is rich. However, Ezra would consider his family to be his greatest treasure.

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[team-magma-official]

Have you tweaked the character from canon? If so, what did you tweak?

//I am perfectly aware of the rabbit hole I am opening by asking this. I'm opening it on purpose.

[canon questionnaire]

ohoho, an enabler. i take every opportunity i can to talk worldbuilding and canon divergence in-character so this is great actually. may your harvest be bountiful or something. thank you!

this is probably going to be incredibly long-winded and ramble-y, so bear with me. i love talking about this guy.

to start, i completely threw out the "expand the land" bit. that's goofy. not as bad as archie's thing, but still. and that's the main thing--rse-era maxie does NOT give you much to work with in terms of character.

however, the stuff that is there is... interesting i guess? and i started with that for the basis of the personality he has in both my fic and this blog. first off, he's the antagonist you have the most contact with once he's introduced. you have to battle him the first three times you meet him, before ever having to battle archie. second, he has some great lines during the climax--pointing out to the player his own hypocrisy when he criticizes archie has stuck with me since i was literally ten years old. he's convinced he can't actually do anything about groudon and kyogre fighting, but he also doesn't just give up.

and he and archie both do try to help in what way they can. they don't accomplish anything, but they do try.

and THEN there's the way he was portrayed in oras, which i also pulled from despite the fic and blog being based on emerald. in oras, he acknowledges his role as the antagonist in the player's story, and leans fully into it. he's pretty clearly having a good time throughout the story and seems genuinely fond of the player, acknowledging their talent and explaining his plan to them when you meet him at chimney. he even has a speech in seafloor cavern about how it's silly but he wanted the player to be there to witness his moment of triumph--and it's worth noting that archie does NOT have an equivalent moment. oras maxie is much friendlier and more open than people give him credit for in my opinion.

so let's get into the stuff i extrapolated from all that.

in the fic, he works as an archivist in mauville, which is how he has access to information on how to wake up groudon without causing her to rampage. he's very intelligent--my friend, the mod of @official-team-magma, jokes that he's high intelligence, low wisdom. he's affable and energetic but kind of hotheaded and impulsive. i struggled with untreated adhd for most of my life, so he does too because i need the representation. he's friendly with may to the point of trying to recruit her to team magma and being open with the fact that he and his team aren't a danger to her (she's from johto and used to team rocket). he's not comfortable being perceived as threatening, especially not to a young and anxious immigrant woman who's just trying to do what she thinks is right. he's still friends with shelly and speaks highly of her despite them being on opposite sides of a conflict now. he's a safe driver.

i said once on main that if maxie asher had a d&d class, he'd be a paladin. part of the backstory for hoenn in this fic/blog is that it was almost colonized by kanto back in the early 1800s, like johto and sinnoh were. the kantans landed in the eastern islands, and when they started aggressively pushing west, the native hoennic people (including the draconids, who do exist in this continuity) pushed back. a war broke out, and only ended once someone gained groudon's favor and partnered with her.

in the present, there's no war going on, at least not in the traditional sense. but maxie's definitely trying to gain groudon's partnership to grant himself legitimacy for what he wants to accomplish--the idea being that if he has her on his side, people will listen to him.

as for what he's doing with that favor, i guess we'll see!

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By Chance: A Taste

summary: jonathan makes it clear that whatever this is between you two isn’t just physical.

pairing: graduate assistant!fem!reader x jonathan levy

content: 18+/nsfw/MINORS DNI, pining, infidelity, kissing, oral (fem receiving), spit kink, angst (internal), feelings, breaking up again (sort of)

an: part 3 coming at yall. really grateful for everyone who’s been reading, i didn’t expect any traction on these so i’m glad y’all are enjoying. gif credits @breakfastonuranus.

word count: 2.9k

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In the end, the two of you do fail.

You’re like magnets drawn to each other. You try, you really do. He does too, but in the end, it’s not enough. You make it two months before it happens again. It’s been weeks of ruminating on your experiences together. Weeks of you squirming in bed, thinking of him as your hands slip into your panties. The days drag and the only thing Jonathan truly enjoys is thinking about the way you smell while his hand is tight around his cock.

You’ve seen each other three times since agreeing to stop, and each time it takes all of his willpower to let you walk away. Your feelings of guilt about being the other woman and destroying a family make it easy enough. Though, they don’t take away the longing, or ease the ache that’s been settling into your chest. You’re somewhat confused, unsure of why a man you hardly know evokes so much emotion. But then you walk into his office, and when he glances up from whatever he’s working on and his face lights up everything in your life just feels brighter.

Warmer.

Today is one of those days. You’re bringing him more rough drafts of questionnaires from the joint project. You step into his office, decidedly keeping the door open as you clear your throat.

When he looks up at you the sweetest smile spreads across his face, “Hey you.”

“Professor,” You nod stiffly but a smile is pulling at your lips.

“New rough drafts?” He rises from his desk, moving around it to stand in front of you.

“Mhmm. Hopefully the last. I’m gonna gouge my eyes out if I have to reword one of these fucking questions again,” You joke, and he laughs which in turn makes you laugh as you hold the folder out to him.

He takes the papers from you and as you turn to leave he grasps your hand gently, “I have a late-night here. Would you…want to stay for dinner?”

You give him a sad smile. You want to, you haven’t stopped thinking about being with him for weeks now but it always comes back to what you should do, “I shouldn’t.”

He moves closer to you, squeezing your hand, “You shouldn’t but do you want to? Because I want to.”

“Levy, come on. Don’t do this.”

“I miss you.”

You scoff, pulling out of his grasp as you roll your eyes, “You miss what you got to do to me. You don’t even know me well enough to miss me.”

“That’s not true,” He retorts, and you raise an eyebrow, questioning his rebuttal. He takes a deep breath, glancing behind you at the door before crossing his office to close and lock it.

“That shouldn’t be closed, you know what happens when it’s closed and we can’t,” Your voice cracks with alarm and desperation. You’ve been trying so hard and your effort seems irrelevant all because he’s closed his office door.

Because you two are officially alone again.

He ignores you, rolling his eyes in annoyance, “You think I don’t know you?” It must be a rhetorical question because he doesn’t give you time to answer. “You’re strong and driven, and you fight for what you want. Your laugh, it’s gorgeous, as gorgeous as you. And you’re witty. You love trashy reality tv and read a lot of poetry. You prefer tea over coffee and you don’t eat enough which is even more of a reason for you to stay for dinner. But most importantly, you’re compassionate and you care.”

“You got all of that from sitting in meetings where I berate people on my supervisor’s behalf?”

“And the meetings with your supervisor. She talks about you a lot, she’s fond of you,” He takes in another breath, teetering on the edge of if he should say the words on the tip of his tongue. But he wants you to know what he’s harboring for you, even if he says it in lighter terms. “I’m fond of you.”

“You’ve made that clear,” You can’t help but tease and the smile on his face makes it all of whatever this is worth it.

“Stay,” He puts his hands up in surrender. “I’ll try to be on my best behavior.”

“Dinner and then I’m leaving,” You say firmly to not only convince him but yourself.

He mentions an Italian place that you frequent and isn’t too far from campus. When he asks if you want to pick it up together you shake your head, looking down at your feet, and offering to pay for the delivery fee. He looks at you like you’ve grown an extra head before asking what you want, and getting everything ordered— including your favorite dessert— tiramisu.

It’s the first time you’ve ever spent time together like this. He makes you both a cup of tea while you wait for the food to come, and it’s almost domestic, the way you two sit together on his couch and talk about anything and everything. The idea that his wife gets this every day starts to spin in your head but then he grabs your hand, lacing your fingers together. He asks you about what your life looked like before graduate school, and you talk about your parents and younger sister who you practically raised as your own.

Once the food arrives, you continue to talk, and he can’t help but think about how tender you look as you talk about your childhood and how much you’ve overcome to be where you are now. It makes him angry, and he feels this urge to find everyone that’s ever hurt you so that they can apologize. A sobering thought strikes him like lightning; he’s already on that list even if you don’t realize it. You distract him with some questions of your own, staying in safe territory by keeping it to his childhood and why he got into academia.

The two of you are sharing dessert when his eyes flicker to the corner of your mouth a few times, mirth in his eyes. “What?” You ask, squinting at him in confusion.

“You’ve got something here,” He motions to his face, chuckling.

“Oh, thanks,” You wipe at your face and he laughs again, shaking his head.

“It’s still there, baby.”

You pout, wiping again, this time in a different spot, “Now?”

“Just let me,” Before you can agree or protest he brings his thumb up to his lips, his tongue darting out to get it wet. He’s slow as he wipes away the mascarpone that’s on your cheek, his eyes traveling from that spot to meet yours. You feel your cheeks heat under his gaze, and for a moment you want to take his thumb into your mouth and suck. You watch in a trance as he pops his thumb between his mouth, taking the cream as his own.

“You okay?” He murmurs, scooting closer to you on the couch.

The scent of his cologne makes the alarm bells in your mind go off and you lean away. “You’re venturing into sketchy territory, getting close to me like that,” You stand abruptly, grabbing your take-out container and walking over to dump it in the trash before perching on his desk. Hopefully putting some space between you would keep you apart. Your resistance is hanging by a thread.

“I was just helping,” He follows after you, placing his hands on either side of your waist.

“You weren’t just helping, I know that you feel it too,” You look up at him, eyes transfixed on the curl that falls into his eyes sometimes.

“I do,” He murmurs as one of his hands slowly comes up to retrieve his glasses. He leans in as he tucks them in his back pocket, his nose tracing the edge of your jaw before he straightens to look at you.

“We can’t,” You breathe, but you lean into his proximity, bumping your nose against his.

“Say the word and I’ll let you go.”

“You know that I can’t.”

“Yes, you can. Say it, and I won’t.”

You stare at him for what seems like an eternity. It is an eternity, minutes for by, but it mostly feels that way because he stares right back at you, waiting for you to make your decision. He won’t cross the unsteady line that you’ve put in place first though he’s standing right at it. Without realizing it, you're the one who leans in and crushes your lips together. He reacts immediately, grabbing your head with his hands and kissing you with a desperation that you match. Both of you sigh into the other’s mouths, a sort of relief coming from the act of your lips and tongues meeting.

He breaks the kiss and drops to his knees, smoothing his hands up your thigh highs and lifting your skirt up. He groans before leaning in and nipping at your thighs and the curve of your ass.

You twirl around quickly, cupping his face in your hands, “Wait, what are you doing?”

“I’m…” He mouths at the skin of your thigh before pressing his nose into your panties and taking a deep breath, “going to eat your pussy until you cum all over my face.”

You look down at him, partly turned on by how drunk he looks just from the smell of you, partly alarmed, “No, wait, don’t, it's pointless.”

“Pointless?”

“It's never felt good, it won't do anything.”

He tilts his head, rising to his feet, “You doubt I can make you feel good?”

“It has nothing to do with you, this way is just impossible.”

“Let me prove you wrong,” He says with confidence but you still regard him skeptically. “Please? I haven’t stopped thinking about how good you’ll taste,” He almost whines, and you feel your resolve crumbling.

“Professor,” You breathe, your hands on top of his as he explores every inch of your skin.

“About how wet I could get you,” His words are just a whisper as he kisses your neck, sinking his teeth into the skin there

“Show me,” You breathe, tilting your head back so that he has more access to your skin.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, please, I want you to prove me wrong.”

“Then let’s get you out of these panties and bent over for me.”

He twirls you around but your hips, before hiking your dress over your ass again and peeling you out of your panties. You’re already incredibly wet, and when he sees the wet sheen of your pussy he makes a guttural sound in the back of his throat and bends you over his desk with haste.

“You’re so fucking perfect bent over for me like this,” His breath hitches when you whimper at his words.

He’s unhurried with his tongue at first, exploring every inch of you. He spreads your cheeks with his hands, allowing his tongue to easily slide through your folds. With every swipe of his tongue, your body gets heavier and succumbs to the pleasure that builds in your lower abdomen. You can’t help but moan, loud and wanton, completely surprised by the way he’s making you feel.

He lets his spit get everywhere, eating you out as wild and wet as he can, like a starving man at a buffet. Eventually, he guides your hand into his hair, helping you get them into the base of his curls. He rocks your hips back against his face before tapping your hip and you immediately understand. He wants you to use and lead him however you see fit. You tighten your grip on his hair, simultaneously pushing him further into you while pushing back against him. You're so close, and if he can just keep flicking his tongue like he is right now, you'll spiral into your orgasm.

It comes quickly; with the wiggle of your hips, the blur of his tongue, and the constant moans pouring out of him. You can tell he’s enjoying this just as much as you are from the hunger in his moans and the way he’s truly devouring you. All of it comes together to push you over the edge and you’re overwhelmed with a pleasure that radiates through every cell in your body.

Before you can fully come down from your release, he raises you off the desk, sitting down and placing you in his lap. You rest your head in the crook of his neck, breathing deeply to return your heartbeat to normal. He kisses the top of your head, running one of his hands up and down your back.

His lips fall to your ear, “Do you think you could give me one more, baby?”

Leaning away, you look at him with eyebrows raised in surprise, “What about you?”

“I just wanna make you feel good. Let me?”

You nod slowly, caressing his cheek, “Okay, I can give you one more.”

“That’s my girl,” He plants a kiss on your temple before gathering you in his arms and moving you both to his couch.

The leather is cool on your bare skin. You watch as he drops to his knees, his hands running up your legs and parting them. It's different this way, you can see how eager he is to have you, his eyes glossed over and zeroed in on your wet pussy.

“I don’t think I’m wet enough. Do you?” You look at him through your eyelashes, trying to keep your face as innocent as possible.

He closes his eyes, letting out a soft groan as if he’s in pain. He shakes his head, happy to play along though, “No, baby, I don’t think so. Can I get you wetter?”

“Yes, please Professor.”

He pushes forward on his knees, a tight grip on your thighs to keep them apart as he sucks your clit into his mouth once more. You buck against him, crying out as you’re overly sensitive from your first orgasm. He’s ravenous and sloppy, not only moving his tongue but his head, almost savagely.

“Fuck, yes.”

“Yeah?” He looks up at you, a proud gleam in his eye.

“Yeah,” You run your hand over his sweaty brow affectionately, a weak smile on your face.

He kisses the inside of your thigh and sits back on his heels. His eyes don’t leave yours as he collects all the spit in his mouth with his tongue, leaning in to hover over your pussy. Slowly, he lets the spit spill out onto your clit, wet and thick. When his mouth is empty, he collects more spit, this time spitting it directly onto your clit in a move that makes your legs fly together.

“Open for me baby, it’s okay, you can handle it.”

When he leans in to lick at you once more, it’s even better. You’re slicker and wetter, almost slippery and with the combined lubrication his tongue moves even easier than before. It takes no time for him to bring you to the precipice again, your body tightly wound already from your first, earth-shattering orgasm.

“You’re so fucking good,” He mumbles against you, and that’s what sends you into your second release. While you spiral you can hear a fountain of praise falling from his mouth. It doesn't stop as he kisses and gropes his way up your body, “You okay?”

“I’m okay just…never cum twice that closely together,” You give him a weak, satiated smile.

“Somehow you’re even more beautiful when you cum,” He looks down at you, his eyes full of something you can’t quite place.

“And somehow you’re cornier when you’re horny,” You wink at him, and he bends to give you a playful bite at your collarbone, sending you both into a laughing fit. The bubble of happiness you two are in is popped when his phone starts to ring.

“I’m sorry, it could be Mira,” He gives you a kiss and pushes himself off you. Your heart drops into your stomach at the gesture; how could he say her name and kiss you all in the same moment?

“No don’t apologize, I should go anyways,” You try to keep your voice light as you both stand to your feet but the guilt and disappointment are back. It’s easy to forget the implications of what’s happening between you when he makes your body feel incredible. Admittedly, they weren’t in your mind during dinner either but that’s something you aren’t ready to fully explore yet.

“No, don’t, I’ll wrap this up quick.”

“It was just supposed to be dinner, Levy,” Your voice grows thicker with every word and the shrill of his phone seems to be getting louder. Like it’s screaming at you, telling you to leave.

He wants to continue to encourage you to stay but he doesn’t want to miss Mira’s call. Unsurprisingly he chooses her, and while you feel a twinge in your heart, you know it’s for the best. You gather your panties from the floor, sliding into them as he reassures her that he’ll be home in a couple of hours. His eyes plead with you to stay as you grab your things but you give him a small wave and smile before practically flying out of his office.

As you walk back to your department, you begin to formulate a reason why someone else needs to take Professor Levy any further paperwork.

It’s the honorable thing to do.

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Halsin and Tav questionnaire

Accident or well-planned? Sunny is a planned baby, but the triplets are a complete accident, but a happy one.

How do they find out, when? Do they regularly do tests, or one day the pregnant suddenly remembers that they should have some cycle (i didn't have a period for three months in a row. Hm. Suspicious) Tav gets sick and when they go to the cleric it is determined that they are pregnant. However, with the triplets, it's when Tav faints and is rushed to the healer’s ward only for them to tell her she’s losing nutrients and she wonders why and they reveal her pregnancy to her and that it’s likely multiples.

How do they tell the other one? How does the not-pregnant one react? Tav comes home from the healer and acts like nothing happened in worry of his reaction. Reithwin isn’t completed and Halsin is so busy, this might not be a good time and what if something happens? She’s laying in bed, her head spiraling when she just taps him on the shoulder and tells him. Of course he’s ecstatic. He’s with her at the healer’s ward when it is revealed with the triplets

Who is more nervous (terrified)? Tav knows Halsin will be a fantastic father, but she worries about herself and how she’s been alone the majority of her life. How will she be what she never had?

Do they want to know the gender of the child before the birth? No

How does the preparations go? They really tend to go all out with making clothes by hand and Halsin making the crib and picking up books at the market. They are just so excited. It’s a bit more chaotic the second time with a small child and three babies, but they can handle it.

Baby shower? Yes, thrown by their friends in Reithwin with the companions coming to attend to celebrate the babies. Sunny of course helps plan the triplets party and it’s of course bear themed.

Is the not-pregnant one not caring (just… nothing changes, cause pReGnAnCy Is nOt An iLlNeSs), caring (I won't let u hold this heavy groceries, dear) or got super wild and is acting like complete moron (Don't u dare wash this glass, u r pregnant, u can't move because it's unhealthy for the baby, i will do eVeRyThInG)? Halsin is so sweet and gentle he is the best and most supportive partner. He helps with whatever and stands back when needed.

Rides to the shop in the middle of the night, cause pregnant Person A suddenly feels like they'd eat pumpkin-flavored ice cream? Of course, again most supportive and amazing partner ever

Do they have a name? Or they argue over how to name their child? They meet Sunny and agree on her name since she’s a ray of sunshine. It’s not until they meet the triplets that they agree on names.

Is going into labor unexpected (Hey, don't panic or anything, but might be that my waters just broke or something?) or it happened on the day they did expect it? With Sunny she’s so overdue that when it happens she wants to celebrate. It’s a slow process and she doesn’t realize until later on in the process that it’s actually happening. With the triplets, it’s early and she doesn’t really expect it, but it goes well.

Is the not-pregnant-one in the room while their spouse is giving birth? Who is more terrified? Of course. With Sunny, Halsin delivers her with the help of Nettie. With the triplets its a bit more challenging, but nevertheless, he is right by Tav's side until things go the surgery route in which he is not allowed in.

(I found this questionnaire on Tumblr ages ago and am not sure who originally posted it, if it is yours, please message me and I will credit you.)

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protagonists for the character questionnaire!

Oh goodness I hope you’re ready for another essay

Makoto my dear boy

Favourite thing? He’s the most some guy ever. Just a little creature. He’s so relatable because who among us hasn’t been in a situation where we feel wildly outclassed and surrounded by people who are cooler and more talented than us? Despite everything he just keeps going, what a legend

Least favourite is people who are wrong about him. How does anyone play that game and say he’s a nothing character? I just don’t get it, stop disrespecting my son

Honestly he’s got way more excellent lines than people give him credit for, but my favourite has to be “I always choose meat over veggies because I’m still in my teens… my meat teens.” Like WHAT are you talking about king I love it

Brotp probably him and Aoi. It’s the positivity besties

Otp is Naegiri. There’s just so much mutual respect between them and the story does a great job of writing them together that I can’t help but love him

Notp is probably just him with anyone that’s not kirigiri, or togami really. Whilst I personally hc Byakuya as aroace I do get why people ship naegami and I do think it’s kinda hilarious

I hc that him and Komaru are besties. Absolutely attached at the hip. They hang out all the time and he loves doing stuff with her, and is so so excited to introduce her to his new friends

The song I associate with him most is Fireflies by Owl City

Favourite art of him is the one where he’s tripping and his shoe just flies the fuck off. What a silly little man I love him

Hajime my beloved (I’m gonna be normal I swear)

To put it as succinctly as possible, he is just my favourite type of guy. He’s such a bitch, he’s so snarky about everything, he’s simultaneously the smartest and dumbest person in any given room, and he actually cares very deeply for things but he won’t readily admit to it. He’s got one of the more interesting arcs to me and in general I find him very relatable. He’s the best, my favourite protagonist probably

Least favourite is maybe less about him and more about Izuru Kamukura, and that is how underused he was. Obviously this is an opinion many people know about me, but it bears repeating because the concept of Kamukura was SO COOL and they barely even touched it and I’m mad about it every single day

Another guy that has so many good lines, but I think my favourite is “I thought I’d finally become someone I could be proud of, not some fucking backup student.” It just hits me so hard every time

Brotp probably him and Fuyuhiko or him and Impostor. I just think those three are the ones in the group with the highest sense of responsibility and they are the tired parents of this silly goofy pack of weirdos

Otp. It’s Komahina. Everyone knows this about me and I will refrain from writing an entire essay about why but suffice it to say. They are prefect

Notp is really anyone who’s not Komaeda, but specifically Nanami and Tsumiki are big on the No list for me

I have so many headcanons that my adhd brain can’t even begin to process them in a cohesive way, so I’ll just say that emo-punk autistic Hinata is my absolute beloved. Also man’s definitely has an anxiety disorder. And nooooo I’m definitely not projecting why do you ask

Unpopular opinion (so far the only character I’ve had one for) is that he’s not bi, he’s just gay. And look I love headcanoning every character ever as bi (again tooooootally not projecting) but whenever I replay/rewatch the game I see him being so gay about the men and being so uninterested in the girls (excepted for the super-forced hinanami stuff that I ignore)

I have sooooo many songs so I had to think about this a lot but I think I’m gonna say the best Hinata song is Life Less Frightening by Rise Against

Every image is the best image of him but specifically this one is so good

He’s fucking tired of this shit and he wants to be done with this despair nonsense and I love him for it

Shuichi Saihara, whom I am also normal about

It’s so hard to pinpoint why I love Saihara so much, but I think part of it is the fact that underneath his anxious exterior, he is actually very snarky. I’m always a slut for the sarcastic characters and I like the he is that as well as being generally polite to his classmates. He cares deeply and has a tendency to overthink things (totally not relatable) and I just need to give this poor man a HUG

Least favourite thing is how he interacts with Ouma in the canon outside of ftes. A good example of this being when he finds Ouma bleeding from the head on the floor and doesn’t seem to show any actual concern for him, which seems very out of character to me. I just think there was a lot more they could’ve done to build a connection between protag and antag that would’ve served to make the story more interesting, much the way the relationship between Hinata and Komaeda does

Short and sweet, my favourite Saihara line is simply “I refuse.” I am a big supporter of the idea that Shuichi should’ve been allowed to go a little crazy in chapter 6, and his whole telling off hope and despair speech was very fun. He really went “fuck you and your stupid game” and I just love it

Brotp has gotta be Kaito and Maki. I love the training trio and I think they have a great dynamic

Otp is saiouma. And yes I know I just raised a complaint about their lacklustre interactions in the game, but hey, canon can’t hurt me if I don’t look. There is a lot of potential for excellent character dynamics and that’s what I’m gonna focus on

Notp is saimatsu. Sorry anyone who likes them but it’s so comphet to me. Again, that is a gay boy and a lesbian, not a romantic couple

I hc that he really likes singing. Not to a professional degree or anything, but he does it while he works and it serves as a calming vocal stim for him. His voice is definitely very soft and sweet, which doesn’t lend itself well to his preferred genre of music (my sweet sweet emo boy) but that doesn’t stop him from trying

Again, so many songs I could choose from, but I will go with Swing Life Away by Rise Against because he’s just my sweet guy, my love, my boy

And once more, every image of Shuichi is my favourite, but I very specifically love his Serious Face sprite

I guess the takeaway is I like it when the protags get serious and start to shut shit down

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Getting to know: Levi Anderson pt 2

Levi belongs to @thekinkyleopard 🖤

(This questionnaire was originally an emoji oc ask game I had saved in my notes. Credit to the questions goes to the original poster! Cant find the original post, but if this ask game is yours, lemme know and I’ll tag you!)

1. what is your oc's MBTI, enneagram, and/or other personality aspects (if known/interested in)? ENFJ-T ; Libra ☀️Sagittarius 🌙 Sagittarius ↗️

2. does your oc have a driver's license? can they drive/operate any automobiles/machinery besides cars? Yes! Levi got his license at 16 but had driven cars and even the RV before, with help of his mother or mother’s shitty boyfriends

3. does your oc like traveling, or do they consider themselves a more homey person? Levi is a traveling nomad! He loooooves to see the world, and explore everything it has to offer

4. what are three of your oc's favorite hobbies? Cooking, Gardening and Singing

5. does your oc have any piercings? do they want any (more) piercings? He has angel fangs, a single ear piercing and a nostril hoop! He’s pretty comfy with what he currently has.

6. does your oc have any tattoos? do they want any (more) tattoos? Not currently but later I may have Levi get Remi’s paw print tattooed on his hip :>

7. what level of education has your oc most recently completed/is currently in (GED, undergraduate, grad school, phd, etc)? Levi is a high school graduate, but never went to college.

8. does your oc play any instruments? what is their skill level (beginner/intermediate/advanced/virtuoso/etc)? He’s a very good singer but he is super shy about it

9. does your oc have any physical and/or mental disabilities? Winter time brings out joint pain in Levi’s leg, which can cause a limp for him, and sometimes his fingers freeze up after having shattered them trying to keep Remi from biting his tongue off during a seizure.

10. what is your oc's blood type? O Negative!

11. what type of music does your oc like? do they listen to music very often? Levi loves all kinds of music he has a wide range of taste, he just hates Country music. His mother liked country music and it tends to remind him of her. So he chooses to avoid it if he can.

12. share three random facts about your oc that others may not know.: Uhhhhh

Levi really loves the movie “Charlie and the Chocolate factory” with Johnny Depp

Levi has a large collection of custom Remi stuffies.

Levi hates popcorn.

13. is your oc a light sleeper or a heavy sleeper? how are their sleeping habits? It depends how tired Levi is. If he is exhausted he is definitely a heavy sleeper. Otherwise, his cat like senses relatively keep him from missing much in the night.

14. can your oc swim? do they enjoy swimming? Levi can swim! He isn’t super fond of the water, if he could choose to sit back and enjoy the views? He would much prefer, however, he does love a good hot tub.

15. does your oc know how to use any weapons? No he’s more of a hands on kind of guy, he will usually shift to use his natural weapons

16. does your oc know cpr? do they have any other medical expertise? Nope! But he does know how to stop bleeding, help with seizures, use narcan, and tend to general wounds. He also isn’t a stranger to natural medicines.

17. does your oc drink/smoke? do they do it regularly, or is it more on occasion or for special events? He loves to drink and smoke 😩 he’s a little party animal deep down inside but it brings out a different side to him, and makes him make bad decisions so he tries to just stick to smoking regularly and drinking on special occasions.

18. what is your oc's sexual orientation/gender identity? what pronouns do they use? Levi is a Homosexual, he is cisgender male and goes by he/him/his

19. what is your oc's favorite holiday? Christmas!! Levi loves to give gifts, and he loves egg nog, making cookies, fruit cake, cooking a large ham and gathering with loved ones.

20. does your oc have any pets? he doesn’t because he’s a shifter and thinks it would honestly be weird to own an animal

21. does your oc prefer a wide circle of friends or a few close friends? Levi is an extrovert and rather social, he loves to make tons of friends but only sticks close to a select few.

22. what is your oc's favorite animal? Levi loves Pigeons, he literally loves them so much. He thinks they’re the cutest little birds on the whole planet.

23. what is your oc's favorite mythical creature? He doesn’t have one

24. what is/was your oc's favorite subject in school? He loved Cooking class!

25. does your oc have a green thumb? do they enjoy gardening? Yes!!! He loves to garden and grow all his own fresh foods

26. where was your oc born? do they still live in/around their place of birth or do they live somewhere else? how do they feel about their birthplace? Levi was born in Limerick, Ireland 🇮🇪 the poorest city in the country. They moved to a few different areas in Ireland, before they moved to the United States to escape the impoverished violence within their neighborhoods.

27. what are three of your oc's positive traits? Good Listener, Empathetic, Selfless

28. what are three of your oc's neutral/questionable traits? ADHD, Hates Shoes, Over tips

29. what are three of your oc's negative traits? Forgetful, Cry Baby, Addict

30. what and/or who do(es) your oc consider the most important to them? Remi Connors, Connie Anderson, Meeko Connors

31. does your oc tend to prioritize family or friends? Family is always Levi’s priority

32. How many languages does your oc speak? what language(s) are they learning, if any? Levi speaks English, sign language and some Gaeilge

33. does your oc prefer being inside or outside? Outside! He loves to be in nature, he’s almost always out doing something

34. does your oc have any cool/special powers and/or abilities? how are they with magic, if it exists in their world? Levi is a shifter! He can change into a snow leopard, he has incredible speed, stealth and hunting skills in his shift form but other than that, he doesn’t have any other powers.

35. what is your oc's ancestry/genetic background? Irish and Russian! His mother is Russian while his father is Irish.

36. has your oc killed or seriously wounded anyone before? have they broken someone's heart and/or broken someone's trust? Levi has had to kill someone before and has broken that same person’s trust without that person’s knowledge. I won’t say who, for spoilers.

37. when is your oc's birthday? how old are they? what are their sun, moon, & rising signs (if known)? what about their tarot card, ruling planet, & ruling number (if known)? do they fit the typical traits of these sun, moon, & rising signs? September 24th 1995 Libra, Sag, Sag!

38. what is/are your oc's favorite food(s)? Levi loves sushi, and most fish.

39. what is/are your oc's favorite sweet(s)/dessert(s)? Levi really love tiramisu and peach cobbler

40. what is/are your oc's favorite ice cream flavor(s)? Strawberry Ice Cream

41. is your oc good at cooking? are they good at baking? which one do they prefer? Yes! He learned from his grandma!

42. what does your oc's typical breakfast look like? do they usually eat breakfast? Levi doesn’t always eat breakfast but when he does it’s usually locally sourced bacon or sausage with farm fresh, and again, responsibly sourced eggs, pancakes or waffles with side of hash browns!

43. what does your oc's typical lunch look like? do they usually eat lunch? Levi usually forgets to eat Lunch most days as he has ADHD and is constantly on the move!

44. what does your oc's typical dinner look like? do they usually eat dinner? Levi loves any sort of fish protein with a nice roasted vegetable and side of starch.

45. what is your oc's favorite alcoholic drink, if they can drink? Levi’s favorite drinks are usually Seltzers but he loves dirty martinis and margaritas

46. does your oc prefer coffee, tea, hot chocolate, milk, water, or some other drink?how do they like to take this drink (ex. coffee with milk, hot chocolate with whipped cream, a specific kind of tea, etc)? Levi loves coffee in the morning with a splash of creamer. Otherwise he will drink water most the time.

47. what are your oc's career/general life desires? what do they want to get the most out of life? They want to experience the world as much as he can, see it all. He wants to know the earth before leaving her.

48. is your oc an introvert, an extrovert, or an ambivert? do they let people in easily, or are they more reserved? Extrovert! He tends to trust too easily as long as someone is nice to him

49. what are some of your oc's quirks/mannerisms? Levi sometimes fidgets with his sleeves, fingers, hair and tries to avoid eye contact when he’s nervous

50. is your oc more logical or emotional? Logical, he tries to approach a situation from a reasonable point of view.

51. is your oc chatty or quiet? are they at ease in social situations, or are they more shy? Chatty! He loves to talk and get involved

52. is your oc a planner, or are they more spontaneous in their actions? Both! It’s the ADHD

53. is your oc prone to getting stressed out, or is it easy for them to keep their cool? Prone to stress but tries to put on a cooling mask.

54. is your oc open-minded or stubborn? are they inquisitive or do they prefer to keep to their bubble of knowledge? Open minded! He loves to learn new things about the ways people live in the world!

55. does your oc attract others, or do they tend to be left alone? He tends to attract the worst of people because he’s so kind

56. does your oc get sick easily? He doesn’t but when he starts seeing Remi he does notice a lot more trips to the doctor

57. how many people are in your oc's immediate family? how many people are in your oc's extended family? do they have aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, etc? who in their family are they closest with? are they close with their birth family, or do they have a found family? Levi’s immediate family consists of Remi, Meeko and Connie. Extended family consists of Kriia, Biziil and Draeko. Levi has an uncle on his father’s side, but he has never met either of them. His grandparents are dead on both sides, his mother is also dead. He is the closest to Remi out of everyone, but also really close with both his sister Connie and sister in law, Meeko. Levi has found family, but Connie is his blood relative. He is close to her.

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Ensures that your practical work is informed and current

Ensures that your arguments are believable with creditable arguments

Give you inspiration

Broadens your understanding of your specialism

ensures that you are building on existing knowledge to create new knowledge

Defining ethics

How can I find a topic in my subject specialism to research?

What is the nature of your current practice? Establish your interests within that.

What else do you want to know?

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What do I need to know to achieve this?

What are other people making in relation to this question/subject?

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[thatsmyships]

This is my attempt at trying to get out of the lurking side of Tumblr and actually participate. He’s an introduction to my likings! (couldn’t find the original page to credit the author of this questionnaire!!)

Your current OTP.

My current OTP is Gallavich! (Ian and Mickey from the show “Shameless” !)

A pairing you initially didn’t consider but someone changed your mind.

Sterek! (Stiles and Derek from “Teen Wolf” !) Watching the show the first time around, I was all about Stydia (Stiles and Lydia), and I still love them. On a few more watch throughs I took the advice of an online pal of mine, and definitely was surprised at how I couldn’t see the chemistry before! Love them.

A pairing you wish you shipped, but just can't.

Rina (Ricky and Gina from “HSMTMTS” !) I will learn to appreciate them over more time I believe, my Portwell ( EJ and Gina) Heart is just broken right now! ❤️‍🩹

What was the first thing you ever contributed to a fandom?

Not sure if this counts but probably a like on whatever fanfic I was reading on AO3 at the time!

Have you added anything stupid/cracky/hilarious to your fandom, if so, what?

Not yet! Just really getting into posting about my interests for the first time in here. I hope to one day be comfortable enough to maybe even share my writing!

What’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom? What fandom was it?

Not sure how long it’s been, “Boy Meets World” holds a special place in my heart! Especially Corey and Topanga!

What was your first fandom?

Sidemen I think, definitely way different to anything else I’ve listed here so far. 😂

Do you prefer real-life TV shows or animated TV shows?

Real life.

Has tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why?

Bughead. (Betty and Jughead from “Riverdale”) Not going to lie, I’ve always been a Barchie (Betty and Archie) from day one, but thought Bughead was cute, but the fan base for that ship is wayyy to toxic.

Name a fandom you didn’t care/think about until you saw it all over tumblr.

Outerbanks! I’m literally obsessed. I can’t thank the “For You” section enough for introducing me to that show.

How do you feel about the other people in your current fandom(s).

I love everyone I have interacted with so far, there is always gonna be a bad apple, but I think for the most part the fandoms I’m in seem great!

Your favorite fanartist/author gives you one request, what do you ask for?

I’ll give the PG version for now, let me know if you want the answer to the NSFW version. I am in love with both Friends to Lovers and Enemies to lovers. Honestly I could read thousands of fics all with either of those concepts!

A person who got you into a fandom and what fandom they pulled you in to.

My IRL friend got me into “Stranger Things” just this past year. I honestly don’t know why I had been avoiding watching it for so long, but I’m so glad I did!

Your favorite fandom (for the people; not the thing you fangirl over).

Soap Operas, specifically Days of Our lives. If you’ve ever been on SOAP Twitter, you know the good drama that goes on with both fans and the actors. 😂

Choose a song at random, what ship does it remind you of?

“The Way I Loved You” Taylor’s version ~ Belly and Conrad from TSITP. ❤️

Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas).

This is already an AU, but I don’t see enough of it!! ~ Fake Dating.

And a original idea… honestly I think every fandom needs any AU that deals with outer space!

A ship you’ve abandoned and why.

Don’t come for me but Olicity. (Oliver and Felicity from “Arrow” !) I was so into them when the show was still running, but now that it has been off for a while, I just don’t really seek it out, if that makes sense!

A pairing you ship that you don’t think anyone else ships.

The Moms from TSITP ~ you can’t convince me they aren’t lesbians.

What's a headcanon you have?

Stiles Stilinksi is BISEXUAL.

What are your favorite male/male ships or female/female ships?

Male/Male: Gallavich, WilSon (Will and Sonny from “Days of Our Lives” !), Ballum ( Ben and Callum from “Eastenders” !) Charle and Nick from “Heartstopper”!

Female/Female: Choni (Cheryl and Toni from “Riverdale” !), Calzona (Callie and Arizona from “Grey’s Anatomy” !), Brittana (Britney and Santana from “Glee” !), Stena (Lena and Stef from “The Fosters” !)

What are your favorite male/female ships?

Naley (Nathan and Haley from “One Tree Hill” !), WestAllen (Barry and Iris from “The Flash” !), Sarah and John B from “Outerbanks”, Barchie (Betty and Archie from “Riverdale” !), and Stabi (Stefan and Gabi from “Days of Our Lives” !)

Do you have any 3-way ships? If so, what?

Not currently! Maybe in the future!!

5 favorite characters from 5 different fandoms.

Eddie Munson/Steve Harrington- Stranger Things

Will Horton - Days of Our Lives

Iris West - Flash

JJ Maybank/Kiara Carrera - Outerbanks

Belly Conklin/Conrad Fisher/Cam Cameron - The Summer I Turned Pretty

3 OTPs from 3 different fandoms.

Gallavich (Ian and Mickey) - Shameless

Naley (Nathan and Haley) - One Tree Hill

Belly and Conrad - The Summer I Turned Pretty

A fandom you’re in but have no ships from.

Criminal Minds! I haven’t been in the fandom long enough to have any set ships yet!!

What's a ship that you want to ship publicly, but everyone on tumblr hates it so you keep your mouth shut about it?

They aren’t hated, but I feel like it’s always a 50/50 if you like this couple - Jim and Pam from “The Office”!

Thanks for reading! Let’s be internet friends and obsess over fandoms together! 🖤

[chibitantei]

@thedetectiveofinaba sends: 3, 4 and 18 for Naoto and Yosuke!

canon questionnaire. | Open (includes my other muses if you know who they are)

3. What’s the best thing about the show/series/books/comics/etc.?

The joys have the series having anime adaptations, manga adaptations, a fighting game, rhythm game, some weird chibi 3DS games and a JRPG as canon. 

For the series overall, I’d say the identity of each game is some of the strongest I’ve seen. Every entry is distinct and while I have themes and characters I like more than others, they still stand out as unique compared to the millions of other media I see and forget. I’ve dismissed half of the main P5 cast for being boring and just anime™ characters, however, they’re still more defined and possess depth compared to most anime I’ve seen and I’ve seen a lot. The PT’s struggles can actually make me feel things, wow!

For both of them, I would say that their Social Links are some of the best parts of their character, since you’re given the opportunity to know them more. Yosuke’s shifts focus onto Saki rather than him around the middle, but I didn’t really mind because you know, we kinda need to resolve that point lmao. Naoto’s, I did not like at first because it didn’t seem to match with the struggles her Shadow talked about, but after 3 rewatches, the subtle hints finally started hitting me.

Best SL is Naoki’s though, don’t @ me.

4. What’s the worst thing about the show/series/books/comics/etc.?

I think the pacing in Golden is kind of shit. There are a lot of things that Golden improved upon and some of the extra content is good, like the beach event and the ski trip, but some of those extra scenes are just terrible. Like just knowing that a whole day I could have used to train the party or raise a Social Link is being eaten up by that stupid ass Okina Babe Hunt Yosuke suggested is fucking painful. Not only that, but it’s kind of a bad fucking scene for Yosuke’s character overall. There are a number of scenes in Golden that butcher his character, so I understand completely when people see him as a huge fucking asshole and hate his guts (not that he was saintly in the OG P4).

In general, there’s a problem where Golden flanderizes traits of a character for comedy and it’s just Bad. (I also think the Junes Concert is also a waste of time and one of the few things I’ll give the manga credit for is managing to tie it in with Rise’s Social Link.)

As for Naoto, some of the writing in P4 with her pretty questionable, but nothing pisses me off more than the almost universally despised Persona x Detective Naoto novel. I’ve seen people describe it as “Naoto learns to accept the patriarchy as correct” and honestly? yeah.

It’s bad. I hate it. Don’t even mention it near me unless you want to hear about how much I fucking hate it.

18. How long have you been writing the character?

I’ve written for Naoto since... 2018, but the first iteration of her was just terrible, that’s all I’ll say. She only really came to tumblr in 2020 and she was a little rough too. I shaved off quite a bit of her more unpleasant traits because I knew I was going to be writing with other people and I didn’t want to drag people into 20 long threads of making her be less of a bitch, but as you can see now, I’ve added plenty of flaws and she’s a polite jerk. She’s gone through a lot of improvement and my blorbo deserves nothing but the best so give me some Naoto centric fics please I am begging you.

I started with Yosuke in early 2019, but he was on and off compared to Naoto. If I wanted an ‘easier’, less troubled person to write, I would go to him. The way I write him is different from Naoto’s, so he worked as a way to reset myself if I couldn’t figure out how I wanted to write Naoto. I didn’t fully write him until 2020, when I made his blog. That being said, Naoto still takes up the brain cells so tough luck getting me to shift my focus to him (or my other muses for that matter... I miss you Dojeema).

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questions for your ocs

Want to make your characters have more depth, but don’t know how? Well I found a series of questions months ago, maybe a year ago, idk. POINT IS, it’s a great questionnaire for a new oc or oc you’re having trouble with. 

NOTE: this was posted by someone on tumblr, I just can’t find them nor do I remember the name. If anyone knows, let me know, and I will delete this and reblog OP’s post instead.

1. What would completely break your character?

2. What was the best thing in your character's life? 

3. What was the worst thing in your character's life? 

4. What seemingly insignificant memories stuck with your character?

5. What is your character reluctant to tell people?

6. How does your character feel about sex? (this isn’t too important imo, but it depends on story)

7. How many friends does your character have?

8. How many friends does your character want?

9. What would your character make a scene in public about?

10.  What would your character give their life for?

11. What does your character pretend or try to care about? 

12. How does the image your character tries to project differ from the image they actually project?

13. What is your character afraid of?

14. What is something most people in your setting do that your character things is dumb?

15. Where would your character fall on a politeness/rudeness scale? 1 - 10

There’s a couple more questions but I can’t find the screenshot of the post. AGAIN, these aren’t made by me, credit goes to OP. Let me know if anyone knows who they are, thank you.

[pheita]

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#5

Founding February Week 1

Geography, lands, flora and fauna

Are there multiple suns / moons? Are there star formations you can always see at night? What is the climate like? What is the weather like? Regularly occurring weather phenomenon? Are there any unusual weather phenomenon? What are the seasons like? How many / how long? What are the birds like? What are the small animals like? What are the large animals like? Are there any magical creatures? Describe them. What herbivore animals can pose a threat? Any magical plants? Poisonous animals? How are the continents laid out? How much? How big? How are the countries laid out? Are there natural borders or man-made borders? Are there forests? Are there tropical areas? Are there grasslands / plains /swamps ? What natural resources are available in different regions? Which natural resources are scarce? What are well-known landmarks? Do they have a name? On what is based? (i.e. myths) Are there plants that are only edible when prepared a special way? Do animals or plants exist that are bioluminescent? Are they well-known lakes or rivers? Well-known mountains? Unpassable regions? Why is it unpassable? Height? Depth? Dangerous plants or animals?

I used this worldbuilding questionnaire as a base ,sorted it into the weekly themes, and added questions where some sprung to my mind. These questions are only a little help to get you started. You can build and post about anything that has to do with this week's topics. And now get some theoretical mud and start building your worlds.

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49 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 1. Februar 2022

#4

Honestly, there is nothing better than fresh warm selfmade bread with some butter. Ok, maybe along with a nice hearty stew or soup.

53 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 21. Februar 2022

#3

I found some alternative to Picrew thanks to Twitter. I looks like it is more diverse on the skin color range and more like it is run by a Western country? Anyway, I know some folks always are in need for new character makers so here we are. The site is called meiker.io @athenixrose @adie-dee @kainablue @ashen-crest @raevenlywrites @bookishdiplodocus

I know you also love those makers, maybe spread the word a bit?

72 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 6. Februar 2022

#2

Since I had to give a Prep Talk to a friend who wanted to start writing but was insecure about it: Just do it. If there is something calling you to write: WRITE. Forget all those fancy rules how a genre works, the writing advice out there you might have seen going like "don't use adverbs" and so on, the insecurities about being bad at grammar or having issues finding the right words. Every writer fights with this. It comes with the craft. Some things only need practice. The trick is: Do it anyway. Give a flying fuck about it and just start writing. Maybe with something small like micro fiction or flash fiction. Maybe an idea for a short story. But most of all: Write for yourself. It is not bad if you never finish it. Every author we know and love has unfinished WIPs in their drawers. It comes with being a writer. Sometimes an idea isn't big enough or keeps you entangled or excited, and that is ok. These stories are meant to learn what you like to write and how you write what you like. We grow with every page we write. Writing is a journey that never ends. Just pick up a pen and paper or your phone or sit down in front of your PC and start. We all started somewhere. We all think we were bad and cringe at the beginning, but that is irrelevant as long as you keep going. You only get better at telling a story, when you keep on telling stories.

122 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 7. Januar 2022

Meine #1 des Jahres 2022

The Worldbuilding event you didn't know you want, aka Founding February

Since there were a lot of folks interested in it, I will start some sort of worldbuilding event in February. I hate those questionnaires because they usually ask stuff I will never need in my writing, but yet here we are. So, anyway, I gathered some and compiled a list for 4 main topics. The first week will be all about geography, landscapes, flora and fauna. The second week about government, population and infrastructure Week three will be all about culture, magic and education. Last but not least we will finish with festivals, celebrations and food. For each week there will be a list with questions to help out but for everything sacred, please don't even try to answer all of them. You will get burned out on worldbuilding fast, besides there will be of course questions that are irrelevant to your WIP. They are meant as some help to get your mental gears kick-started. Write about whatever you want to share for the week's main topic. Everyone is free to join. You don't need to ask. Use the theme, the banner if you like (which will follow at the end of this post), feel free to tag me if you post something, but you also can just tag the folks from the tag list. Just do it however it fits for you. Tagging those who showed interest in this: @cometkov @raevenlywrites @blue-kyber @stormbrightwriter @weaver-of-fantasies-and-fables @ashen-crest And don't forget, this shall be fun. Don't overwork yourself on this.

[Picture ID: A banner with a blue and turquoise background with the colors fading into each other with the turquoise at the bottom and the blue on top. In the middle of the banner, with a lightbulb that looks like a watercolor version of the earth with hands around it. The lightbulb is surrounded to the left and right with the words Founding February. ID End]

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8.

Question's credited to wisteria-lodge and this post:

The answers are created by me for the main character of the sci-fi story I've stopped writing (🙄) I'm hoping it'll give me inspiration to keep going.

What is the character’s go-to drink order? (this one gets into how do they like to be publicly perceived, because there is always some level of theatricality to ordering drinks at a bar/resturant)

They don't drink alcohol anymore. When they were younger, they would drink pretty much anything put in front of them, and on special occasions they will have (maybe) one or two drinks, but otherwise they don't drink. If they go to a bar/restaurant with someone, they will always let them order first so that the person they're with can order what they want (alcoholic or otherwise) before they put in their soft drink order. Their go to soft drink order is "Kon-ban-wah" which is an artificially produced pineapple soda.

What is their grooming routine? (how do they treat themselves in private)

Their grooming routine is so lax as to be almost non-existent. Haircare is their priority as they figure you can get away with a lot so long as the most noticeable part of you (I.e. your hair) as clean and tidy. But even that is more making sure it's neat than actual "grooming".

What was their most expensive purchase/where does their disposable income go? (Gets you thinking about socio-economic class, values, and how they spend their leisure time)

Their cybernetics were fairly pricy. They own them outright, except the skillplug jack ("A discreet head-mounted plug port allows use of an intellectual skillplug for a skill requiring minimal physical ability, up to level-1. Once slotted, a skillplug takes fifteen minutes to boot up and integrate properly." - Cities Without Number, p. 73) they are 25 months into a 36-month contract that forces a 2-minute unskippable ad played directly onto their eyes (also cybernetic) every time they use it. Consequently, they try to avoid using it.

Do they have any scars or tattoos? (good way to get into literal backstory)

There's a long scar down the back of their head, the consequence of an errant wire snapping. It cut the skin right up but left no lasting damage. Their hair is long to cover it.

What was the last time they cried, and under what circumstances? (Good way to get some *emotional* backstory in.)

This is a tricky one. They don't cry often. Not because they're bottling feelings up etc. They just...don't. But at the same time, they do cry at emotional films and other well-written media. So the last time would have been when watching something particularly stirring as opposed to being under emotional distress.

Are they an oldest, middle, youngest or only child? (This one might be a me thing, because I LOVE writing/reading about family dynamics, but knowing what kinds of things were ‘normal’ for them growing up is important.)

Oldest child by over a decade. Sibling is the favourite. Not antagonistic towards them, but they don't really talk. They live on opposite sides of the station, not out of animosity, that's just where they happen to be right now.

Describe the shoes they’re wearing. (This is a big catch all, gets into money, taste, practicality, level of wear, level of repair, literally what kind of shoes they require to live their life.)

Their shoes are stylish, but more importantly comfortable. Their mother always said to spend money on their shoes and beds because if you're not using one you're using the other. They're brown boots that provide proper arch support. They're pretty hard on their shoes so this pair is pretty worn thin.

Describe the place where they sleep. (ie what does their safe space look like. How much (or how little) care / decoration / personal touch goes into it.)

Quinn's bunk is very untidy (in contrast to Calliope's) the bed is almost never made and there's usually pyjamas bundled up within the covers. There are a few pictures plastered along the walls, mainly pictures of nice views or fanart that they've printed themselves and hastily stuck to the walls of her bunk.

What is their favorite holiday? (How do they relate to their culture/outside world. Also fun is least favorite holiday.)

They're a big fan of the 'people's' holidays. Things like Labour Day, that were won in protests for workers' rights. These protests were a long time ago (because of the way the guilds operate, most of the workers have decent rights) but they're still more appreciative of them than "Founder's Day".

What objects do they always carry around with them? (What do they need for their normal, day-to-day routine? What does ‘normal’ even look like for them.)

Along with their cybernetics (that they can't help but take with them) they always have their watch (which stores a tiny PC and uses their eyes as an output display) and their notebook. The notebook is an input for the watch. It looks like an actual notebook (with paper pages etc) but it stores everything written in it digitally, and blank pages in it can be used to display things from the watch.

Their name's Quinn Taylor FYI. But that's a name I regularly use in works in progress so absolutely subject to change.

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Guideline

Research Methods

Why research?

Ensures that your practical work is informed and current

Ensures that your arguments are believable with creditable arguments

Give you inspiration

Broadens your understanding of your specialism

ensures that you are building on existing knowledge to create new knowledge

Defining ethics

How can I find a topic in my subject specialism to research?

What is the nature of your current practice? Establish your interests within that.

What else do you want to know?

What do you want to achieve through this MA? How do you intend to achieve this?

What do I need to know to achieve this?

What are other people making in relation to this question/subject?

MAIN RESEARCH METHODOLOGIES FOR THE ARTS AND MEDIA?

Qualitative

Qualitative refers to the knowledge of the quality of the work as evidenced through opinion either in the books, papers, journals, magazines. Interviews, observations, and ethnographic study

Quantitative

Quantitative is a more mathematical look at research by collecting data from questionnaires using a structured interview or a systematic approach to the analysis of a wider variety of documents. Statistics are often the result and these can be generated by particular software.

Practice Research

The product or practice itself is a form of research and contributes to the research question.

Mixed Methodologies

A very pragmatic approach that considers multiple research strategies.

WHERE?

Internet

Library – books, periodicals, archives, papers

Exhibitions

Film and Animation Festivals Networking

Conferences

Interviews Newspapers Social Media

GOOD PLACES TO START ON THE INTERNET?

Academia.edu - Share research

Academia.edu is a place to share and follow research.

ACADEMIA.EDU

Arts and Humanities Research Council (AHRC)

AHRC funds outstanding original research across the whole range of the arts and humanities.

AHRC.UKRI.ORG

Google Scholar

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