#taxi mpreg

[whencartoonsruletheworld]

time traveling ballpit: "into the pit." don't you fuckin tell me it wasn't time travel, they call it the "time-traveling ballpit" IN the ultimate guide that is a CANON descriptor

spring bonnie replaces some kid's dad in real life: "into the pit." we dont talk about that enough that's the REAL funny part of the short

plushtrap gets hit by a train: "out of stock." pretty self-explanatory. also had human eyes and teeth

funtime foxy taxi driver: "room for one more." it's the first nightmare this dude has and so you're not even expecting it and suddenly funtime foxy is just THERE

never explaining what the FUCK "the new kid" ending was about: if you've read it you know what i mean

springtrap mpreg: "in the flesh." i know the proper fandom term is matpat mpreg but the man's retiring let's cut him a little bit of slack

afton fuckin explodes: "the man in room 1280." i was noooot fucking expecting THAT

fazgoo: "he told me everything." i think the name speaks for itself

PUPPET FORKLIFT RAMMING INTO 15FT AGONY AFTON MECH: "the cliffs epilogue." why did nobody warn me about that one. everyone warned me about the mpreg and the ballpit and nobody about charlie being strapped to a forklift in the attempt to push the giant 15ft afton mech screaming "I AM AGONY" like an edgy teenager into a fucking lake to drown him. this one's my favorite personally. charlie forklift certified

9yo burns "just say no" onto drug dealer's forehead for kicks: "gumdrop angel epilogue." they set that shit up like jake was gonna kill the guy but instead he took the WAY funnier option

sea bonnies: "sea bonnies." sea bonnies.

michael in the bushes: "you're the band." michael loses animatronic freddy's possessed head and stalks the person who bought it, digs through her attic and hides in her bushes, and then follows her to a new house and hides in her bushes AGAIN. then when her kid is kidnapped he drives her down to freddy's in an awkwardly silent car ride, saves her kid from puppet tentacles, and explains nothing

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Royally Fucked

by TaxiCabToOwTown Wally didn’t know how he did it most days. Dick was gorgeous in all his splendour as the princess, and it sent Wally’s heart careening in his chest. Today he was wearing a long black velvet dress with a high neckline around his throat, his hair artfully swooping off to one side of his face. A little smile stretched between Dick’s lips. “Walls,” he said. Wally was doing everything he could to not look at the way the dress was cinched around the omega’s slutty waist. “My lady,” he gulped. See, Wally had this problem. The problem was that as Wallace, the princess’ bodyguard, he was hopelessly attracted to the beautiful vampire princess of Gotham, Richard Grayson. As Kid Flash– soon to be Flash, though his parents had been arguing about Flash or Killer Flash, his dad had a whole dramatic betrayal for him scripted out– he had a hopeless crush on his best friend Robin, Gotham’s protector. Neither could ever work out. For Taxi's 366 Day 64 and Birdflash Week Day 2: "Vampire!Dick | “Have we met before? I swear I know you.” | ID Reveal" Words: 5875, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 2 of Smutty Birdflash Week 2024, Part 34 of Smutty Birdflash, Part 35 of Smutty DC A/B/O Fics, Part 29 of DCU One-Shots, Part 4 of Inkwell the Enabler Fandoms: DCU, DCU (Comics), Batman - All Media Types, The Flash - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Rape/Non-Con Categories: M/M Characters: Dick Grayson, Wally West, Bruce Wayne, Slade Wilson, Irey West, Jai West, Jason Todd Relationships: Dick Grayson/Wally West Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Wally West, Omega Barry Allen, Alpha Bruce Wayne, Past Omega Bruce Wayne, Past one-sided Talia a Ghul/Bruce Wayne, Past Rape/Non-con, Studded Bruce Wayne, Vampire Dick Grayson, King Bruce Wayne, Prince Dick Grayson, Wally West is Kid Flash, Omega Dick Grayson, Mating Cycles/In Heat, dualsex omegas, Penis In Vagina Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Eating Out After Cumming Inside, Knotting, Gentle Sex, First Time, bodyguard/princess, Mpreg, Pregnant Dick Grayson, Identity Porn, Identity Reveal, Barry Allen is Wally West's Biological Parent, Eobard Thawne is Wally West's Biological Parent, Minor Barry Allen/Hal Jordan (Green Lantern)/Eobard Thawne, No beta we die like wally west via https://ift.tt/1QDtgZh

[pudding-parade]

Do you happen to use any Nraas modules with your KW? I use a ton of them and have missed having kw in my game (but not the lag) and you’ve just shared a way to be naughty with minimal lag. If there’s very little conflicts… I may have to download. Thank you!

Yes, I use the same NRaas mods in my Kinky World saves that I use in my non-KW saves, which is all of them except Vector, if I'm remembering right. And I do not disable ErrorTrap's dereferencing as recommended, either. (Doing that basically deactivates ErrorTrap, and you don't want to do that. I'm half-convinced that this is why KW has a save-breaking reputation, because ErrorTrap isn't doing the behind-the-scenes clean-up of EA crap that it's designed to do.) But yeah, in my experience NRaas mods and KW work mostly fine together, with the proviso that I don't use all of KW's functions because I'm just not interested in them. I have no interest in sims being raped or sims engaging in bestiality, for instance. (No shame if someone else wants those in their fantasy game. It's just not what I'm into, so those things and a few others are turned off.) Even so, when it comes to KW+NRaas functionality issues, I think the only relevant thing is that NRaas doesn't like KW's playable high school system, and it may just be Story Progression that doesn't like it. At least, that's what I've read. I've never used a KW high school myself because it's another of those things I'm not interested in. So with all that in mind, the KW+NRaas issues I have noticed are:

1) Go Here, believe it or not. They don't conflict in game-crashing or game-breaking ways but in smaller ways. For example, with both KW and GoHere in place, when a sim leaves work, they won't come home in the carpool vehicle. They will briefly get in the carpool vehicle, then get out, summon a taxi or their owned vehicle, and then go home in that. (Which sucks if you're playing with a mod where taxis cost money. For this reason I don't use such a mod in KW saves, though I do in non-KW ones.) Likewise, kids won't take the bus home from school. They'll get in the bus, then get out, and ride their bike (or sometimes walk) home instead. This doesn't bother me, but it is a conflict between them. Even if it did bother me, I highly value Go Here's door-locking functionality, so I'd put up with it. :)

Also, sort of related to Go Here, if you happen to use the Toddler Independence mod (the one that allows toddlers to climb stairs), I haven't been able to get it to work with KW, at least not with the Go Here-compatible version of that mod. It's conflicting with KW (or with the combination of KW and Go Here) somehow because Toddler Independence works fine in my non-KW saves, but not in my KW ones. Just thought I'd mention it.

2) Woohooer, perhaps obviously. Basically, with KW in a save, you don't need Woohooer unless you want teen woohoo/pregnancy and/or male- and/or same-sex pregnancy because KW doesn't enable either of those. I want all of that, so what I do when playing a KW save is turn off everything else but teen and male/same-sex pregnancy in Woohooer's settings. That said, you can leave things on, if you want to. You can build Woohooer's Kama Sutra skill, you can get the Woohooer post-woohoo moodlets in addition to the KW ones, etc. But, I just leave on the teen and mpreg/same-sex preg stuff and turn off/make non-autonomous everything else.

(Also, there's a bug fix included with Woohooer that you might want even if you want/need nothing else in Woohooer when using KW. That is that the game can freeze when an NPC is giving birth. Woohooer fixes this and, so far as I know, it's the only fix for it. So there's that, too. You can turn off everything in Woohooer's settings, but it will still fix this bug. So you might want to keep it in play just for that.)

3) Retuner, a bit. But, again, not in game-breaking ways, and only if you use Retuner to customize pregnancy length and correspondingly adjust when sims get the symptoms of pregnancy and the moodlets and start the preggo walk and all that. Left to its own devices, KW will trample all over those settings unless you also go into the KW settings and set the pregnancy length to match whatever you set it to be in Retuner. Then it should follow the other pregnancy-related settings you set in Retuner as well. Non-pregnancy-related settings in Retuner are all fine.

4) Relativity, but only in the sense that if you use it to slow down the game and to commensurately slow down skill-gaining, Relativity can't affect the speed that sims gain KW's Woohoo and Exhibition skills. Because obviously Relativity doesn't "see" those skills. So it's not a conflict so much as a "you just can't do this" thing.

Similarly, I've also tried slowing down the gaining of the KW skills more manually using Master Controller's settings where you can set individual skills to gain more quickly or more slowly. Although those skills do show on the list where you can control that in Master Controller, changing the multipliers for those skills doesn't seem to change anything in-game. Unfortunately. So, if you play with longer life spans, you'll have sims who master the KW skills very quickly, which is a bad thing in my view, but of course YMMV.

5) Story Progression. These two don't really conflict, except that KW has a very rudimentary story progression of its own that, again if left to its own devices, will overwrite the equivalent settings in NRaas Story Progression. So, I just turn off all of KW's story progression except for the two bits that control NPCs gaining the KW skills because obviously there's no equivalent settings in the NRaas mod for those. Everything seems to work fine. For instance, I use Story Progression's caste system extensively in my D/s world to differentially govern the behaviors of those sims who are doms and those who are subs. It all works fine in conjunction with KW.

And that's really all that I've noticed after years of playing with KW and NRaas mods across many saves. That said, if you do choose to play with NRaas+KW and you have problems, the folks at NRaas will (rightfully) not help you with any save touched by KW. Basically, using KW in a save "voids your warranty" when it comes to the NRaas mods in that save. So, if you're not a person that can figure things out for yourself when things go wrong or don't work as expected, bear that in mind.

Whatever the case, if you choose to proceed, don't become overly attached to any KW save, with NRaas or not. I've actually never had one go bonkers (and I've been playing a few KW saves for quite a long time), and as I said I'm half-convinced that this is because I don't hamstring ErrorTrap as recommended, but there's always a first time. Don't plan to do a 10-generation legacy in a KW save if you're the type to be heartbroken over it going belly-up in Gen 8 or something, and also, as always, make lots of back-ups, and I think you'll be fine.

[katyliz415]

lil nas x said mpreg rights | my favorite songs from the plague year (2!)

2020 playlist | 2019 playlist | 2018 playlist

full tracklist under cut

arizona / ms. white // blaze & sybil's lullaby / ben dickey & alia shawkat // don't wanna / haim // brothers / hanggai // guitar song (live) / frou frou // the wellerman / the norfolk broads // julianna calm down / the chicks // let the tall ships sail / walter martin // my lagan love / the chieftains w/ lisa hannigan // ain't got no (i got life) / nina simone // silver dagger / dolly parton // infatuation / sophie // travelers / andrew prahlow // ode to billie joe / bobbie gentry // all together now / ok go // stil love / great caesar // rooftop dancing / sylvan esso // robert henry / the westerlies // doom days / bastille // in waves / house of waters // thunder clatter / wild cub // dear august / pj harding & noah cyrus // slow dancing / aly & aj // pledging my love / fawn wood // sono inochi / kaho nakamura // harlem / jazzboy // whiskey c'est mon ami / pine leaf boys // fabulous / c.u.t. // hainamady town / toumani diabete & the london symphony orchestra // runaway (guitar acoustic) / aurora // difyrrwch / the trials of cato // with you (a sweet little love song) / valeria june // half a mind / freddy & francine // in his arms / jack ingram, miranda lambert, & jon randall // angel island / the brother brothers // montero (call me by your name) / lil nas x // sahara / debanjan biswas & akshay dabhadkar // symptom of your touch / aly & aj // halfway tree / the east pointers // kiss me more / doja cat & sza // jubilee / the war and treaty // mara / jack garrett / ooh ahh! / miguel // fraulein / colter wall & tyler childers // the medicine man / keb' mo' & old crow medicine show // fruits of my labor / waxahatchee // buzz / maddie medley // whipporwill / chance mccoy // train song / feist and benjamin gibbard // garden / nahko and medicine for the people // down the road / stan rogers // rita mae young / the record company // last laugh / elise davis // empty threat / chvrches // find yourself / lukas nelson and promise of the real // dog in a manger / smooth hound smith // don't lose sight / lawrence // krivo polska / hazelius hedin, esbjorn hazelius, & johan hedin // i wish i was the moon / neko case // pizza day / lucky chops // surefire (piano) / wilderado // pilgrim / john mark mcmillan // live for it / moon taxi // remember when / tinashe // this can't be love / dinah washington // getaway / vincint & tegan and sara // without your love / the paper kites w/ julia stone // breath i breathe / ayla nereo // be and bring me home / neko case // jalebi baby / tesher & jason derulo // colors / black pumas // water me down / vagabon // stay (little dragon remix) / valerie june // shade of yellow / griff // cloudy day / tones and i // wine, beer, whiskey / little big town // song of my returning / phil ochs // skate / silk sonic // magnolia blues / adia victoria // i need my girl / aly & aj // rumors / lizzo feat. cardi b // long tailed winter bird / paul mccartney & idris elba // worry no more / amos lee // can't do much / waxahatchee // butter / bts feat. megan thee stallion // love's been a little bit hard on me / juice newton // devil like me / rainbow kitten surprise // in the image / beverly glenn-copeland // hands up / bent knee // verona (stripped) / geographer // coming home / honne feat. niki // oba, la vem ela / jorge ben jor

[polyamships]

Rating: Explicit Archive Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Rape/Non-Con Categories: M/M, Multi Fandoms: DCU, DCU (Comics), The Flash - All Media Types, Nightwing (Comics), White Collar (TV 2009) Relationship: Neal Caffrey/Dick Grayson/Wally West Characters: Neal Caffrey, Dick Grayson, Wally West, Clinton Jones, Mozzie (White Collar) Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Wally West, Omega Dick Grayson, Omega Neal Caffrey, Mated Dick Grayson/Wally West, True Mates, Multiple True Mates, Multiple Orgasms, Multiamory March, Multiamory March 2024, Neal Caffrey was Stray (Catwoman's Sidekick), Angst, Mutual Non-Con, Mating Cycles/In Heat, dualsex omegas, Alpha/Omega, Omega/Omega, Omega/Omega/Alpha, Knotting, Superspeed Used in Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Omega topping an Alpha, Top Dick Grayson, Bottom Wally West, switch neal caffrey, really Wally is a switch too, but it's implied he bottoms a lot, Dom Dick Grayson, Light BDSM, Punishment in the Form of Sex, Pregnant Dick Grayson, Pregnant Neal Caffrey, Mpreg, No beta we die like wally west Language: English

Summary:

For Taxi's 366 Day 62 and Multiamory March: "Hope"

For Birdwatcher's 366 Day 62: "visual"

Neal sat on the edge of the balcony wall, an origami bird in one hand, a tabloid in the other. He swung his legs over the gap, fisting the small bird in his palm. It was old, the folds worn deep into it, dirt and grime dying the red of the paper almost brown. A visual, tactile reminder of their promise to one another.

“I thought we promised forever,” Neal said, tears running down his face. The droplets were slow, heavy. They caught on his skin dripping off his cheeks slowly and trickling down his chin. “I thought you said you’d always be there for me. You were my hope.”

He tightened his grip once more, and then, holding his hand out over the gap, he let go. The little origami bird fluttered down sideways toward the pavement below. He watched it fall until it hit the ground, and a man walking past crushed it under his heel.

It broke, crushed, just as their promise had been crushed.

[inkis-cupcake]

Here we have it! Mpreg art of Benny from Who Framed Roger Rabbit!

Before you ask, Yes, I did humanise him and yes, Miu told me she would experiment on him. He's be expecting twins. A boy and a girl. Miu wants to name the unborn daughter Sylvia while I'm naming the unborn son Mikaki.

That's all folks

[graceful-starker]

Home Ch. 2

Chapter summary: Tony returns home to find out Peter is missing.

Chapter warnings: kidnapping, omegaverse, mpreg, abuse, rape, self-victim blaming

~

When Tony get asked off his plane, he expected his pregnant omega to be bouncing in excitement next to his bodyguard and driver.

He was not expecting Natasha and Steve.

Tony frowns heavily, walking over to the pair. “What’s going on?”

Natasha and Steve share a look, before the latter steps forward. “It’s Peter,” he says softly.

Tony immediately feels his chest constrict. “Where is he? Where is my omega?”

Natasha steps forward now, trying to appease the anxious alpha. “We’re going to find him, okay Tony? I swear it. We’ll find him.”

Tony grabs onto her arms, and Steve shifts as if to stop Tony. As if Black Widow couldn’t defend herself against an unarmed man. “What are you doing here, then?! Go, find him! Now!”

Tony is hysterical, after that. Happy and Rhodey have to wrangle him into the car, and wrestle him into the tower. He doesn’t want to listen or talk; he wants to find his pregnant mate.

He never should have left his Peter.

~

Tony clenches his hands into fists, fighting the urge to cut Fury off. It won’t get him any points.

“…so, I think it’s time to call it, Stark. Most kidnappings are deemed too late after a few days, and we’ve been searching for a month.”

Tony stands up, and Steve’s hand holds him back. Probably for the better. “We don’t stop until he’s either safe in my arms, or we find his body. If you don’t want to use your resources or time, then fine. But I, and anyone who even cares a little bit about Peter, are not giving up.”

“Stark, this isn’t-“ Fury quirks a brow as Tony snarls viciously.

“I can’t breathe, without him. He and my baby are out there somewhere, waiting for me to come protect him! He needs his alpha, he needs me, and he’s waiting for me! You wouldn’t understand, being a heartless monster and all, but you don’t give up on people you love. You don’t just throw in the towel when your mate is missing.”

“Okay,” Steve says, putting himself in front of Tony. “He gets it. We aren’t giving up, okay? Me and Nat and the rest of the team, we’re not giving up. It’s okay.”

Tony still feels the animalistic urge to put Fury into submission, but he doesn’t. “I’m going to my lab. I’m going to have Friday look for him again.”

Steve nods, starting to walk with him. “Okay. We’ll find him, Tony. We’ll find him.”

~

Tony takes a sip from his whiskey, scrolling through more images.

Every time Friday sees someone who looks even remotely like Peter, she sends Tony a picture. And Tony looks at the omega, knows it isn’t his omega, and gets depressed.

Friday is looking through every cell phone, every computer camera, every security camera. Whoever has Peter is smart, and is keeping him out of view.

Natasha has started knocking on people’s doors, if they have houses with basements or attics.

Steve and Bucky going through every single possible way the kidnapper could have left. They’re checking car rentals, car purchases, bus fares, taxis; everything.

He even has Strange searching for Peter. He doesn’t know what the wizard is doing, but the more people that help the better he feels.

Not that he feels good, really. He feels like he’s in a constant state of panic and desperation.

It’s been two months since he’s seen his omega. Since he’s held him, kissed him, smelled him. Since he got to talk to his baby growing inside Peter.

Two months.

~

Peter is trying his hardest.

But he’s lost track of how long it’s been since he’s been kidnapped. He doesn’t remember how long it’s been since he saw his kidnapper, let alone Tony.

His bump is bigger. His baby kicks more. It’s been a significant amount of time. But how much time?

He does know that it has been exactly 7 sleeps since his last meal. The pains in his stomach are agonizing, and all he wants is something to eat.

He’s so hungry, that he ate a dead fly that was laying in the corner of his room.

After he wakes up for the 8th time to no food, and it’s been hours since he felt his baby move, he can’t take it anymore.

Tony will forgive him. Surly. It’s for their baby, otherwise he wouldn’t do this. He wouldn’t.

“Alpha,” Peter wails at the door. He’s been doing it for weeks now, but he never gets a response. “Please alpha, your omega needs you,” he tries. That part is new.

“Please, your omega needs you alpha…you have to take care of your omega! I’m starving!” He puts a hand on the door, tears streaming down his face. “Please, I don’t want to die!”

The door opens, and Peter almost shouts in relief. He attacks the alpha in a hug, sobbing into his chest and nuzzling against his neck to scent him.

Every fiber of Peter’s being is screaming at him that this is wrong, that he’s betraying Tony, that he’s a terrible omega.

But then the alpha pulls back and smiles down at Peter, leaning forward with puckered lips, and Peter can’t think anymore.

He reaches up on his tip toes, kissing the alpha as hard as he can with how weak he feels.

The man pulls back, smirking happily down at the omega. He’s obviously proud of himself for getting Peter to this level of desperation. “Hello, omega.”

“Alpha,” Peter cries, clinging to his clothes. “Please, I’ll be so good for you alpha! I promise!”

“I know you will,” he says ominously. “My name is Beck. I’m your alpha.”

“My alpha, Beck,” Peter repeats, trying his best to be good. He needs to learn how to be good, so he can earn time with another human and food.

Beck nods, stepping further into the room. “Are you ready to be my good omega, now? No more fighting? No more silly words about a different alpha?”

Peter nods desperately, still holding onto Beck’s clothes. “I promise. I promise I’ll be good. I promise.”

Beck hums happily. “Good,” he says. He pulls a granola bar out of his pocket, handing it to Peter.

The omega grabs it like a feral beast, ripping the plastic open and taking a huge bite. He chews as fast as he can, barley even tasting it before it’s gone.

Beck laughs at him, shaking his head fondly. As if the omega did something funny. “Such a little piggy you are,” he teases. He hands Peter some water, and the omega gulps it down.

Now that his belly is full and he knows he isn’t going to die, it’s harder to keep playing nice. But he knows he has no choice; he has to stay alive until Tony rescues him, after all. “Alpha…thank you alpha, thank you!”

Beck hums and leans down for another kiss, and Peter fights his revulsion. “Good omega. You have to keep my baby safe growing inside of you, don’t you?”

Peter physically flinches at the words. He doesn’t want to being his baby into this. It feels like a bigger betrayal than just kissing another alpha for food. “Y-yes, alpha.”

“Say it,” Beck growls, smile disappearing. “Say you’re growing my baby inside you.”

Peter’s throat constricts, and he fights back the urge to cry. It won’t help; it’ll hurt, actually. “Alpha, I’m growing…I’m growing your baby inside of me,” he forces out, tears building in his eyes.

Beck grins evilly, a sadistic glow in his eyes. “Good boy,” he coos, pulling Peter close and kissing him again. “How about I get you a bed, since you’ve been such a good boy?”

Peter gasps at the idea. He’s been sleeping on the cold concrete floor for…however long he’s been here. “Oh alpha, you’re so kind to me!” He wails.

Beck chuckles darkly. “I know,” he agrees.

~

Peter climbs into Beck’s lap, kissing at his neck and whimpering softly.

“What’s wrong, pet?” Beck coos, hands sliding down to cup the omega’s ass.

“I want…I w-want…a sh-shower, alpha. It’s been so long since I’ve been cleaned,” he looks up at Beck with big wet eyes. “I’m too dirty for you, alpha, you deserve better!”

Peter would normally feel bad about manipulating someone like he’s manipulating the alpha. But Beck is the one manipulating Peter, so he thinks it’s okay.

“You are dirty,” Beck agrees. He seems to think about it for a moment, before sighing. “Okay. You and I can take a shower together, okay?”

Peter pales a little. So far, Beck hasn’t done much to him. But a shower is…it’s a place where something would be easy to happen.

“Unless you don’t want your alpha to keep you. Maybe you’d be better off as a dirty whore, hm? I’m sure you’d be worth a pretty penny-“

“No!” Peter cries, shaking almost violently at the thought. “No I…I want to be good for you, alpha. I only want you to touch me, I don’t want any other nasty alpha,” he begs.

Beck seems pleased by Peter’s words, and squeezes Peter softly. “Good boy,” he says. “Come on, let’s go shower.”

Peter has a hand cupped around the back of his neck, leading him like a punished puppy. He’s forced up the stairs, and into a hall bathroom.

Beck locks the door, and starts the shower. He’s watching Peter the entire time, as if the omega plans on bolting.

Peter doesn’t know how he would get out of here, even if he did try.

“Okay omega, it’s warm. Get undressed and get in.” Beck starts to undress himself as well, as if it’ll make Peter feel safer.

It doesn’t. It makes him feel even more scared.

But he strips, and he slowly makes his way into the shower. Beck steps in behind him, and then turns Peter around to face him. “Good omega,” he coos softly, barley able to be heard over the water. He tilts Peter’s head backwards, and Peter closes his eyes to avoid getting water in them.

He lets the alpha run his fingers through his hair, the water soaking it. The alpha’s hands slide down, running over Peter’s neck. They move up to slide over his cheeks, cupping them with his thumbs resting on Peter’s lips. “You’re so beautiful, omega,” he purrs.

Peter forces himself to smile, keeping his eyes closed. “For you, alpha,” he mumbles.

The older man hums happily, moving his thumbs and stealing a kiss. Peter kisses back softly, not wanting to put too much effort into it.

He sighs happily as Peter does, before pulling back and putting shampoo in the palm of his hand.

Once Peter closes his eyes and the smell of the flowery shampoo fills the air, he can pretend it’s Tony giving him the shower it lulls him into a false sense of safety.

But then, he has to wash Peter’s body.

Beck takes his time while washing between Peter’s legs, rubbing between his cheeks and circling his finger around Peter’s hole.

“Alpha,” he whispers, starting to get scared.

“Sh, not today darling. You aren’t ready yet. I promise.” Beck says back. He then moves his hand around, grabbing Peter’s cocklet and stroking from base to tip.

“Wait, alpha,” Peter feels tears spring to his eyes, and his knees start to shake.

How the hell would he explain cumming from another alpha’s hand to Tony? Getting raped is one thing, but no one wants an omega who enjoys getting off by another alpha!

“It’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you, omega. I’ll never hurt you. I’ll only make you feel good,” the alpha promises.

Peter starts to cry, holding onto the alpha’s shoulders weakly. “W-wouldn’t you r-rather me g-get you off alpha? What k-kind of omega p-puts their p-pleasure above their alpha’s?”

Beck groans, and Peter can see his cock twitch between them. “You’re such a perfect omega, aren’t you?” He asks rhetorically. “That’s right baby, but this is what I want right now. It’ll bring me pleasure angel.”

Peter silently cries, chest heaving. He can pretend that it’s the water cascading down his face if Beck asks.

Peter tries his best to not enjoy it, he really does. But Beck’s hand is so soapy and wet and tight and warm, and he—

It takes much longer than it normally would have, but Peter does finish.

He shakes with guilt after, sobbing as he clings to Beck.

Tony might save him, but he won’t want Peter after he finds out what he did to survive.

Beck coos and pets Peter’s back. “It’s okay,” he says softly. “It’s okay. You’re such a good boy, my perfect little omega.”

“Please,” Peter sobs brokenly. “Please, I want to go home.”

Beck laughs meanly, rinsing Peter off. “You are home, silly! This is the only home you’ll ever have again, and I’m the only alpha that will ever want you again.”

Peter sobs brokenly; he agrees that Tony won’t ever want him again. But it still hurts to hear it out loud.

[jlf23tumble]

Hey Jen. I think you’re superb like in a (not to quote anyone but) you can sit and kind of admire what you’re like kind of way. So thanks for being awesome and enjoyable to this internet stranger. In unrelated matter, do you have any angst filled fics? I mostly read HL but I’ll dive into whatever as long as the pain is there. (If I can give a preference, I’m not so much into magic, fantasy, wolves, and sorts.) In these unprecedented times, I think I’d still need a happy ending though after the characters suffer terribly lol. If you find time to put something together for little old moi, I’d appreciate it very much. Thanks! Keep on keeping on! You’re wonderful!

<bryan_cranston_me_question_mark.gif> !!!!!!!!!! This is so incredibly kind, I think you’re pretty wonderful, too! I feel like I’m probably going to let you down here, though, because I generally don’t go too hard for angst (for one, it usually translates into longer fics, for two, some areas of true angst are just things I don’t really want to read for pleasure, like messy cheating aftermaths, abuse, character death, etc., and for three, I get lost in the sauce if I try too hard to dissect if something actually IS major angst versus, say, intense pining), but I’ll do my best! I’m going to give my dirty dozen here--my top 12 for hl--then I’ll dive deeper under the cut, with authors I love who write so much angst it’s tough to pick just one, plus other fandoms, too, in case you want to dive deeper.

Fertile Ground, Blake, 4.4k. Okay, in truth, so much of what Blake writes has gorgeous lashings of angst, so definitely read all of their fic (every fandom), but this one?? HOLY MOLY, it deserves to be separated and celebrated, Harry’s angst about fertility, howwwwww is this 4.4k, I ask, constantly?

sensitive to pressure, momentofclarity/ @gaycousinlarry, 4.4k. Hockey players and pubes and scent kinks, and yet there’s still this current of angst that thrums underneath, man oh man, would I read everything in this universe.

Everything You Do, jishler/ @jishlerfics, 6.6k. The third part of a stunning series, this one focusing on Harry’s gender identity and the Dunkirk haircut, and if you saw those recent gifsets with him wearing the beanie during training, yeah, this fic is alllll about it

i’m a captain on a jealous sea, devilinmybrain/ @thedevilinmybrain, 15k. A lot of jealousy on Louis’s part about all things Gryles, both real and imagined, I’m loving the vibes this author brings to it all.

taking tips and getting stoned, alison, 24k. I don’t think I can sum this one up quickly, but taxi driver Louis comes across singer Harry, and a lot of things change after that? God, that’s bad, but this fic is not!

hard to confess, @hereforlou, 24k. I adore Maggie’s writing so much, and she’s another one where I could rec at least three more here, but the one where Harry hides that he’s pregnant until the very last second? It’ll forever be the scorpio of mpreg fics, and I say that with the highest praise.

Maybe I Miss You series, 13ways, 28k. THIS SERIES, ooooooooffffff, the angstometer is off the chart, and then the last installment? Harry in makeup? This after all the sexting and boxing and hate sex and finally they figure their shit out? All of it is so good, and I’m eternally sad the author moved on (but jesus, I get it).

hush., Wankerville, 41k. Easily in my top five fics of any fandom, the softness and the cruelty, the growth and the real-life feels, an American high school AU that is still stunning and must have blown doors off back in that particular day (I’d also rec this author’s other work, esp. for angst).

every universe but ours, 28finelines, 49k. Okay, so this one has a little bit of magic that might annoy you, but it’s mostly in a multiverse way, like you’re reading a ton of AUs, but the theme itself has an angsty core, fwiw!

Truly, Madly, Deeply (10 Things I Hate about You), sunsetmog, 54k. I know I talk a LOT about this author’s ongoing wip, Harry Styles Cooks... (which is phenomenal, please do yourself a favor if you haven’t already), but this one? Angst ahoy, Harry auditions for XFUK without telling his boyfriend/friends, becomes a success, then comes home.

Time Passed, coffinofachimera/ @belialsmiracles, 66k. For every fic rec list I make, I always have at least one fic where I say, if you read nothing else, read this one, AND THIS IS IT, all categories, it’s simply astounding, life-changing, world-ending, and it kills me that more people haven’t left comments, but if it keeps shitty comments away, I’m all for it, I’ll protect this author/fic with my life. I can’t even begin to describe it, but if you want to know what the songs Fine Line or She are about, here you go! AIMH, Tokyo Harry!

The World Turned Upside Down, dogslpdi/ @dogsliampaynedoesntinstagram, 71k. I’m really iffy on historical fics, but this fic! This fic nails it! The detail and the emotion, the way you can feel the effects of the strike in so many ways, but also how HIV/AIDS is not that far off on the horizon, it’s just so well done. Plus, I adore Ralph’s humor and the way she tagged this both “minor angst” and “miner angst,” and if I can’t end an angst rec on a light note, what more can I do?

Let’s start with things beyond hl...lately, I’ve been reading a LOT of Untamed fic, and I feel like I should just point you to Liv’s masterlists because they are angst city (and fun city, too), plus she’s done a really good job of labeling them accordingly (right now, my fave angst is from chunk no. 2, Fire in the Blood, which is a case fic, but oof, I can’t wait to read even more in these parts).

I’m also just now getting into Merlin and reading a lot in that fandom, but it’s a bit scattershot at this stage (I haven’t finished the show yet, and I’m still working my way through one author who wrote 100+ fics, all of which are incredible; if you’re curious for something recent from over there, Phoenix wrote a short, angsty one that’s good and ouchy, this tangled thicket).

Speaking of Phoenix, EVERYTHING she has written for Cars (Lightning/Doc) is incredibly angsty, usually with that happy ending finale--I’d rec my current fave, but it’s a wip, so no happy ending yet, wahhh. Check out this link to the rest of them, though, I rec ‘em all!

I still have to watch the source material, but everything anyone’s sent me from Cobra Kai is INCREDIBLY angsty and so, so good, so I’m gonna bet there’s a fair bit of fix-it fic in my future, but we shall see! 

Now onto the hl angst, ideally things you haven’t already read a million times before. Like I said earlier, this one’s kind of tough because I’m not into intense angst (major character/close family member death, messy cheating aftermath--though @kingsofeverything’s Devil and the Deep Blue Sea is fantastic, if you’re into that [messy cheating aftermath, not death]; actually, a lot of Lauren’s longer fics have a dose of angst, so dive away!)

Speaking of authors who regularly deliver angst, I have quite a few that I would say just go check out their works because almost every single thing they’ve done has it in varying degrees, you won’t be disappointed! These authors primarily write the hl pairing, and I definitely rec ‘em all: HappyPrincess, got2ghost, mediaville, and sedfierisentio. Authors I love who write Harry/other characters and do it in a hella angsty way include vondrostes, sulkingroom, radiodurans, and wishforwishes (I swear, I still think about call me anything you like at least once a month).

[oh-i-swear-writes]

 Series

Danseur - Complete (Mini series, Stucky, ballet Dancing Bucky ~14k)

Doing It By Myself - Complete (Stucky, Mpreg, A/B/O   ~200k)

Heir - WiP (Stucky, Mpreg, A/B/O modern royal AU, ~65k)

It Just Makes Sense, Doesn’t It - Complete (Stucky, Mpreg, A/B/O ~80k)

Majestic - Complete (Stucky, A/B/O, modern royal AU, ~70k)

Majesty - Complete (Stucky, A/B/O, modern royal AU, ~60k)

Where is Your Boy Tonight? -  Complete (Stucky, A/B/O, Angst, infidelity, some abuse mentions - read the tags ~ 78k)

Speak The Language of Love Like You Know What it Means - Complete (WinterWidow, Steve/Bucky/Nat, Threesomes, Asexual Steve Rogers ~21k)

One-Shots

A Halloween Miracle (Stucky, Shrunkyclunks, Meet Cute, Kidfic ~6k)

Couch is Synonymous with Matchmaker (Stucky, Shrunkyclunks, Meet ugly ~5.5k)

Downward Facing Dog (Stucky, Modern AU, Naked Yogi Bucky, Steve Rogers and his inappropriate thoughts ~8k)

En Pointe (Stucky, Modern AU, Ballet Dancer Bucky, Smol Steve, Didn’t Know They Were Dating ~8k)

Missed Connections (Stucky, Modern AU, Shrunkyclunks, real estate agent Bucky Barnes, identity porn ~7.5k)

Quiet Nights & Childhood Bedrooms (Stucky, Shrunkyclunks, as close as I get to PWP ~7k)

Steve Rogers and the Great Cat Compromise (Stucky, Alpine, Recovery! Bucky ~8k)

Taxi (Taxi Driver Bucky Barnes, Shrunkyclunks, Stucky, Meet Cute, ~5k)

The Old Switcheroo (Crack!fic, Stucky, Bodyswap ~4k)

There’s Always Time for Peaches (Stucky, not a happy ending, Rockstar Bucky, Actor Steve, So many trigger warnings ~13.5k)

Wear Your Scars Like Wings (A/B/O dynamics, Alpha Bucky/Omega Steve, mpreg, redemption ~9.5k)

Tumblr Drabbles

Bucky’s First Heat - (A/B/O, Stucky, Pre-war, Skinny Steve)

Bucky’s Heat Headcanon - (A/B/O, Stucky, slick)

Scent Gland - (A/B/O, Stucky, Scenting)

Soup and Snuggles - (Stucky, pre-war, skinny Steve, sick Bucky)

The Draft - (Stucky, pre-war, skinny Steve)

[silver9mm]

I, D, A (just spelled my name hehe) for the fanfic ask game, specifically about kill the lights 💕

cutie <3 <3 <3

Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)? babe, the only guilt i feel is NOT reading/writing fanfic XD I am utterly shameless when it comes to reading it; it's like fuckyeah fluff! fuckyeah cannibalism! fuckyeah beastiality! fuckyeah mpreg! fuckyeah! gender!swap idec just gimme all the goods

Writinggggggg uh, idk i might have censored myself a bit here or there... I def. think about my reader's reactions now all these years later much more than i did when i first started writing, and honestly, to the detriment of my writing :/

but specifically about KTL? heee idk about guilt but i must've re-read that fic 500 times in the last few years. It's fucking good and I should say it :) I was as self-indulgent as I wanted to be, I put in little jokes that only I would get and hints to my other fics, it's full of lyrics and quotes from books, scenes from True Romance and Taxi Driver, it's sexy-gross and ends unhappily, it's totally a hedonist exercise in lust, power, bad decisions and ruined innocence specifically because I wanted it that way :) and i feel fucking fine about it :) :) :)

Is there a song or a playlist to associate with [insert fic]? oh my god IS THERE. There's the official Kill The Lights Soundtrack Sam and Ruby's Soundtrack Dean's Theme and a "rarities" playlist that had the vibe Sam's Theme isn't right on youtube and my usual laptop died yesterday so I can't fix it rn but I'll share it later if you remind me ^.^

How did you come up with the title? Hozier's To be alone just hit so right <3 I wanted that vibe of the song to be Sam's going into the club to get Dean at the beginning, the nervousness, the noise of the place. And the other side (or same lyrics, diff. vibe) is Dean pretending, keeping Sam in mind to keep himself sane. At the same time, Tool's cover of No Quarter makes it "kill the lights" instead of the original "put out the lights" and I had an experience once of someone stopping dead in their tracks hearing the cover for the first time and then breaking down to me what that song meant to them, how they'd first heard it hiding somewhere their abuser wouldn't go and I applied that to Dean too, but the place was inside his head, so both those songs contributed to the title.

Also, I didn't want anyone to not understand where the story was going. They're the lights.

THANK YOU SO MUCH <3 <3 <3

fanfic ask game

[threshasaurus-writes]

Love, Monsters & Mischief

Chapter 1: Taxi Troubles

When Doctor Doom abducts Hawkeye and Captain America, it sets off an unstoppable roller coaster of events for the Avengers. 

An impostor, unrequited love, power outages, arc reactor mishaps, super villain scheming, Hulk rampages, Deadpool tirades, wedding proposals, and a very unexpected new addition to the family all feature as the heroes do their best to weather the storm of Love, Monsters & Mischief!

(This is The Big One—our Marvel fic from back in the day, now lightly revised and ready for the world to read at last! The finished fic will be 90+ chapters (not a typo), with at least two chapters posted each week. ♥)

Rated Mature, will be at least 475k, Stony, Thorki, Hulkeye, Spideypool, Eventual DevilSpideyPool, Loki & Bruce Banner Friendship, Steve Rogers & Thor Friendship, Implied/Referenced Sex, Magical Mpreg, Pregnant Loki, Fluff and Angst, Domestic Avengers, Plot Twists, Friendship/Love, Emotional Baggage, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Feels, Everyone Is Gay, Steve And Tony Are Basically Peter’s Adopted Parents, Genderfluid Loki, Daniel Way Deadpool, Teen Peter Parker, Blood and Injury, Hurt Tony, Hurt Loki, Hurt Clint, Protective Thor, Protective Steve, Arc Reactor Issues, Norse Mythology Loki Lore, Guilty Tony, Guilty Loki, Angst Muffin Peter, Tired Bruce, Supervillains, Polyamory Negotiations, Marriage Proposal, Step-Sibling Incest, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Cuddling & Snuggling, Everyone Needs A Hug, Longfic

Chapter 1 is here on AO3!

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

The Speedster Prince

by TaxiCabToOwTown The queen– heavily pregnant and bending a bit around the weight in a long white nightgown– walked into the room. Barry started shaking, not sure what to do. He was going to be mad, he was sure, he’d probably beat him, if not have him executed for adultery. He just hoped that if he was exacuted that Wally would still be allowed to marry Dick. “Oh, Barry,” he said, like this was normal. The man waddled to the nest and dropped down in it, grabbing him around the waist and pulling him against his chest. “Sorry, need cuddles.” For Birdwatchers Day 86:"desire" For Taxi's 366 Day 86 and Multiamory March:"blade" Words: 1600, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 3 of Make You Our Queen (HalBarryBruce Fantasy AU), Part 16 of ⚡️ Barry Allen Polys ⚡️, Part 44 of Smutty Birdflash, Part 48 of Smutty DC A/B/O Fics, Part 32 of Hurts So Good (Dark Fics), Part 15 of Ow's Multiamory March (2024), Part 18 of Smutty Birdwatchers 366 (2023-2024) Fandoms: DCU, DCU (Comics), Batman - All Media Types, The Flash - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage Categories: M/M, Multi Characters: Barry Allen, Hal Jordan (Green Lantern), Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Eobard Thawne, Rudy West Relationships: Barry Allen/Hal Jordan (Green Lantern), Barry Allen/Bruce Wayne, Hal Jordan (Green Lantern)/Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson/Wally West, Past Eobard Thawne/Barry Allen, Past Rudy West/Barry Allen Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Magic, Speedforce as Magic, Prophecy, Alpha Bruce Wayne, Alpha Eobard Thawne, Alpha Dick Grayson, Omega Barry Allen, Omega Wally West, Omega Hal Jordan (Green Lantern), Pregnant Hal Jordan, Mpreg, King Bruce Wayne, Engaged Dick Grayson/Wally West, Past Rape/Non-con, Dead Rudy West, no beta we die like Barry Allen via https://ift.tt/td2aoGU

[kaisooficrec]

hiii this is my first ask and i'm so excited!! first thank you to all the admins for all their work, y'all amazing and absolute sweethearts we can't ask for more uwu sooo i'd like to know if u have new broke up but getting back together kaisoo? ty!!

Hi love! thank you so much, we’re just glad to give these amazing fics the love they deserve ^.^ here’s some fics where they’ve broken up and are getting back together! 

Now you will be mine by LustDust - on-going 19k. Kyungsoo gets a second chance to make things right and he is not going to waste it. -admin moon

Unwanted Chances - Jongin breaks up with kyungsoo and ksoo figures out he’s pregnant after. Years after their son is born, jongin is training to be a teacher at their son’s school.

go there when you touch me - jongin is dressed as a slutty sailor mars at minseok’s halloween party and sees his ex boyfriend, kyungsoo, who jongin still claims has the best dick. 

A Long Take - mpreg. kyungsoo is one of the top actors and suddenly decides to quit so he can be in his son’s life, who he left jongin to take care of so he can pursue his dreams. 

all too well - kyungsoo and Jongin had been dating and got into a fight, causing them to break up a month ago. one day, kyungsoo hears a song that makes him think of jongin. 

Do Overs and Second Chances - Jongin breaks up with kyungsoo after he calls him by his ex’s name. Kyungsoo goes to his ex, chanyeol for help and comes to a realization while talking with him. 

Cross the Line - mpreg. kyungsoo knows that jongin doesn’t want kids, so when he finds out he’s pregnant, he breaks up with jongin.

Backslide - kyungsoo and jongin are already broken up but no one can satisfy him like jongin does, even if kyungsoo believes jongin can’t change. 

Like Two Taxis on Broadway - jongin and kyungsoo used to date and then run into each other again when kyungsoo spills wine on top of jongin’s lap on the plane ksoo works as a steward on. 

Sweeter (the second time around) - abo. Soon to be CEO Jongin is being forced to marry and settle down by his father. Among the suitors his father is considering is his ex, CEO Kyungsoo. 

for fics similar, make sure to check out our breakup makeup tag! most recent request completed December 2019 :) click here :D

- Admin R

[voxlette11]

Eric and Leo, Part 1

Two high-powered businessmen learn what it means to play with experimental drugs.

A/N: This is a re-post of something I originally authored in 2013/14 on Mpreg Central under the username BellLee (BellLee11) - I can’t remember because I lost my login info and access to the forums once permission regulations changed!

Content: unknowing mpreg, “getting” mpreg ;), weight gain, stuffing, accelerated pregnancy

It had been simple enough. One wave of his hand over Leo's morning tea in the break room was all it took, and the plan had been set into motion. He had watched as the other man unwittingly downed the microwave-warmed, lemon-flavored liquid, arousing himself in his anticipation. He had waited the suggested five weeks. All the signs had been there. He watched Leo, not noticeably closely but closer than usual, and noted the lack of energy - though the other man was very good at hiding it. Now Leo was back to normal, and Eric knew now was the right time.

Eric leaned back in his chair, listening to the leather groan and the wood creak with a sense of deep satisfaction. He got satisfaction from a lot of things, most of them having to do with his accomplishments. Being the product of a family rooted firmly in New York’s history and comprised completely of old money, he prided himself on his self-made beginnings. He’d climbed the ladder of success on his own. He’d gotten everything he’d ever wanted once he turned eighteen, and he’d gotten it for himself. No handouts as far as his adulthood was concerned. Money, job security, authority, respect, a nice apartment, and a boyfriend. 

There was, however, one thing he was missing. One thing he’d previously thought impossible, but which over the last several months he had taken great strides to ensure its reality.

Now he'd just have to get it started physically and he'd be set.

Eric mulled over the options in his quiet way, rocking the chair gently. He steepled his fingers and leaned forward, elbows resting on his expansive oaken desk. So many options...a selfish man would have manipulated or forced his will into being. Eric was anything but selfish...well, not entirely.

He wanted it to be enjoyable, for both of them. He really did care about Leo. The matter at hand just required a little...finesse.

Then, it came to him. Eric smiled, laying his palms flat on the smooth surface of his desk. He knew exactly how he was going to do this.

...

The night was dusky, brightened by the numerous shops, street lamps, and the passing taxi cabs. The lights on Fifth Avenue always seemed to burn a little brighter. They weren’t on Fifth, though. They were currently winding their way through the dimly lit, labyrinthine passageways that lead from their favorite bar to Eric’s apartment, which, coincidentally, was on Fifth Avenue.

Eric stumbled along, gently buzzed from his night out, supporting a much more inebriated Leo by the arm. The man was heavier than his five-foot stature let on, but Eric being of a strong and able-bodied proclivity himself easily helped Leo over the curbs and cracked pavement.

It had been just the two of them, out drinking in the pub that all the cubicle warmers from the typing pool liked to frequent. Both Leo and Eric were very well known there, bearing the respective titles Head Branch Manager and Vice-CEO. They were very well known, yes, and as a result they were left alone. Not many people knew how to handle Leo when he got drunk. Except, of course, for Eric.

Eric knew Leo would accept his invitation. The two of them had shared drinks and nights with one another numerous times before. It was not a new thing for them, to drink and sleep together. They used to do it quite a bit, never really talking about it but never really ignoring it either. There was an undeniable chemistry between the two of them, one they frequently took advantage of but never actively pursued. Any pleasure they had to glean from one another was typically circumstantial.

They had talked it over, years ago. Talked of a life together. It never happened, despite the ever-present potential. It had a lot to do with the fact that they were “fighting a corporate war” and their board members liked to put it, and even more to do with the distance between their socioeconomic status, their upbringing, their general differences in lifestyle and outlook.

This of course, did not stop Eric from internally referring to the other man as his boyfriend.

It just wasn't professional. But it felt so fucking good...

This time, though, Eric wasn't making any excuses for himself, or for Leo. Neither of them saw other people. They both wanted this, he knew it.

"Eric...you fucking shit head...," Leo slurred. "Are you going to fuck me senseless tonight, or am I going to have to do it myself..."

There it was. That was what he needed.

"Are you sure you want to?" He asked, pliantly. He wasn't going to do this without a yes.

"...did you eat lead chips today, yes...I want your...fucking monster cock...in my god damn ass..."

Leo made a grab for Eric's collar, digging his fingers into the expensive, tailored fabric and pulling himself up to press his lips against Eric's. Eric couldn't take it anymore.

He kissed Leo back, their tongues gliding over one another messily but in a very comfortable, familiar way. He wrapped his arms under Leo's ass - despite the small man's indignant noise of protest - and carried him into the darkness of a nearby alleyway. Eric could tell the two of them weren't going to make it to his apartment like they typically did. No prying eyes. There was a gay bar not a block away – two men sharing an abrupt fuck in an alleyway wouldn’t garner more attention than was necessary. 

He pressed Leo against the brick wall, pinning his wrists and still working against him. Leo moaned, a deep, throaty sounding noise that Eric loved to hear. Leo's small hand worked its way up and around from the inside of Eric’s thigh and palmed the front of his crotch. Eric closed his eyes, swallowing a gasp as his arousal began to make itself known.

"Leo," he said as he momentarily broke away.

"Mm...?" The other man’s usually sharp, dark eyes were more heavily-lidded than usual and drowsy-looking with pleasure.

"Turn around."

…

Leo obliged through his haze; at that moment there was nothing he wanted more than to feel Eric inside of him. He turned, bracing himself against the wall, feeling the rough brick under his soft, almost child-sized palms. He felt Eric gently nudge his legs apart with one large foot, encouraging the smaller man to make himself more vulnerable.

Leo groaned as Eric's hands smoothed up and down his straining thighs. One of Eric's hands was almost big enough to encompass half his upper leg. He could feel his tendons twitching, his groin beginning to exhibit that telltale ache. There was the sound of numerous belts being unbuckled, and it wasn't long before his pants and underwear were tugged off impatiently, exposing his ass to the brisk autumn night.

Eric spread Leo's cheeks with one hand, the other steadying him by firmly rooting itself on his left hip. Leo was quivering with anticipation.

"Be good for me, Leo."

Then there was a familiar sensation around his hole; Eric teased his tongue in, out, and around the small twitching ring of muscle. He gave a few long strokes, the wet mass of his tongue plunging deeper and deeper with each go around. Leo could hardly stand it, and they weren't even to the good part yet. He almost came right then and there when Eric stuck in the first finger.

It had been a while, and it burned. 

“Eric…it…it hurts…,” he whimpered. 

He felt the other man’s finger, huge, almost like a cock in its own right, gently work him open.

“Please…it feels good, but…aahHH!”

"Easy," the blond murmured, "Easy..."

 Leo's legs were shaking so hard he thought he'd fall over. Pre-cum was oozing out the tip of his painfully erect cock, smearing all over his shirt, which he was still wearing. It felt so good, and he was so drunk, he was only a little pissed about the inevitable dry cleaning he would have to pay for.

Slowly, after a few tense minutes of working with saliva and pre-cum, the burning sensation faded into a much more enjoyable sensual throbbing. Leo couldn't hold back his moans, each growing louder than the last as his pleasure mounted. He was incredibly tight right then, perhaps even more so than when they first started sleeping together, and they both knew it.

Eric added another finger.

"FUCK...fuck, Eric, I'm ready..."

Leo couldn't see it, but he knew the other man was frowning.

"Are you sure?"

"Any fucking more and I'll blow it...like a shitty teenager..."

"It's going to hurt, Leo."

"It never...," he grasped for the words to say. "It never didn't hurt....just...just put it in you fuckin-"

Before he could finish, Eric's massive cock was breaching his entrance. Leo gasped, surprised at the feeling, and that he could forget so quickly the tremendous aching stretch of the anus that accompanied it. He squirmed, impaled on what he dubbed, “the monster cock”, wanting to get away from the pain, but wanting to wait for the pleasure too.

"Shhh..." Eric whispered in his ear. "Relax, relax..." 

His hand was still rooted on Leo's hip, and now his thumb was tracing a soothing circular motion on his skin. 

"It'll feel better in a moment."

Leo felt Eric push into him further, grunting as his insides stretched and strained and struggled to accommodate him. Leo was a tiny man; he wasn't meant to be able to hold someone of Eric's size inside his ass, but yet, here they were.

"Don't fight it," Eric soothed. "You’re pushing against me."

"...not...nrgh...trying to-AH!"

Eric was now full hilt inside of him, all of his thickly veined nine inches. Leo felt incredibly full, almost too full. He could still feel his insides tensing and straining involuntarily, still trying to expel the foreign mass that was Eric’s cock. If he looked down, he could actually see a slight bulge in his abdomen where Eric's cock had made its home.

"Are you ready for me to move?" Eric asked, still tracing circles on his side with his thumb.

".....mhm."

The thumb tracing stopped and turned into gripping. Slowly, Eric drew back. Leo grimaced. Then, Eric was pushing forward again, and he felt like he was being split in half, ruined, violated. He couldn't hold back his grunts and groans of pain. Eric was being as gentle as possible, but these things were hard to avoid when the bottom was half the physical size of the top.

Once again, the pain slowly faded away in a repeat event of the evening’s earlier fingers, replaced by something that curled up Leo's spine in the most pleasurable way. It inflated his cock and made it hard to think, much less breathe.

"There!" He managed to gasp.

"Here?" Eric shifted so as to suit Leo's needs. He gave a few long, slow thrusts.

"Fuck!" Leo was practically seeing red, it felt so good. "Harder...faster..."

No sooner had he said the words than Eric let loose with explosive force, and Leo collided with the brick wall, his small yet muscular arms no longer strong enough to support the speed and power Eric was exerting. Eric was going faster than he ever had, and Leo was almost delirious with pleasure.

"Unh...unh..." he couldn't even speak if he tried. He looked down again. His abdomen was practically undulating with the rate at which his insides were being filled and emptied by Eric's cock.

He felt his arousal start to come to a peak.

"I....I'm...c-close..." he choked out.

Eric responded by rolling his hips, getting even deeper, going beyond the bundle of nerves which gave Leo his pleasure. Leo couldn't take it any longer. He came with a strangled cry and a shaking body, his finger nails raking against the brick and breaking themselves ragged. Seeing Leo come drew Eric's climax from him, and he grunted, hands tightening around Leo's waist; drawing back a little, he released his cum, an inordinate amount than usual, into Leo's bowels.

He withdrew slowly, carefully, Leo’s loosened asshole still clamped like a nymphomaniacal vice around his shaft.

Leo looked at his flaccid penis, legs and arms spread against the brick wall. If he didn't know better - and he was sure he did, because currently he was drunk as shit - he would have said his abdomen still looked like Eric was inside it. He still felt kind of full. Full, but suddenly tired as fuck. He turned, shakily, and grabbed the other man by the arm.

"Take me home."

...

When Eric woke up the next morning, Leo was already up. They were in Eric's apartment, because it had been closest. It had been a bit of a chore to finagle Leo's limp limbs back into his pants, belt, and shoes, but it was easy enough to carry him bridal style. He weighed under 150 pounds, after all.

Leo was currently tidying the room in general, silently folding a pile of Eric's laundry by the foot of the bed as was his wont.

"Good morning, you monster-cocked bastard," he teased in his brusque way, eyes on the laundry. "I won't be sitting right for one week or walking to work for the next two. Just thought I'd let you know."

Soon you won't be doing either of those things...and it'll be longer than for two weeks...

Eric smiled. "How's the hangover?"

Leo looked at him, eyebrow slightly raised. "What hangover? I'm still fucking buzzed."

Eric smiled, knowing that Leo was lying about still being drunk. His favorite thing to do to get over a hangover was laundry - when Eric had asked him why, once, Leo had told him it was because he liked the smell of the soap so much it got his mind off of how shitty he felt.

They sat in silence for a while, Eric watching contentedly as Leo put away the last dress shirt.

"You're socks have holes in them."

"You could sew them for me if you lived here."

Leo snorted. "You know how to fucking sew, Eric." He shut the small closet closed with a quick, firm snap of his wrists.

Eric rolled onto his side, goading the other man on.

"If you lived here," he continued. "You would do the cleaning and the sewing. I would do the cooking and take care of the kids."

"Kids?" Leo echoed. It made Eric's heart stutter in the most wonderful way when he said that word.

"What kids? I didn't realize kids were a factor under consideration," Leo smiled on the rare occasion. He wasn’t smiling right now, but right now there was an edge to his voice that Eric recognized as humor.

Eric trailed Leo with his eyes as he moved slowly around the room, listlessly picking up dirty socks and soiled Armani shirts with stiff, white collars.

"Our kids. You'd have them, of course."

Leo abandoned his laundry-oriented quest and crawled up next to Eric on the king-sized mattress. He positioned himself in a similar position to Eric’s, but in the reverse so as to face the other man.

"Men don't have kids," Leo said, eyes hooded. "I thought you were smarter than that."

Leo rolled off the bed, landing right side up with ease.

"Besides...," he made towards the door. "If we could have kids, you'd be the one getting knocked up. Not me."

...

Five Weeks Later

...

It was a typical day. Eric was fulfilling his typical duties, planning the next merger with a former rival company. It was taking a while this time. The funds weren’t matching up quite right, and he knew he’d eventually have to call in the corporate lawyer to sort out the paperwork. It was getting harder and harder to squeeze the necessary funds from the board members. They were still doing well overall as a company, but there were others who felt they should spend more time developing interior resources as opposed to making to acquisitions.

Eric needed to send out appeals to dozens of people both within the board and out. He had just written about fifteen personal notes to fifteen different typed official letters, filled with flattery and pragmatic pliancy. His hand was cramping, and he needed a walk.

He had been walking through the lower levels of the building for about fifteen minutes when he came across Leo.

"Good morning," he greeted, then gave pause. "...Leo, are you alright?"

Leo was pale, usually so, and it contrasted starkly with his dark hair. His lips were pressed together in a firm line, as if he were reluctant to talk. He looked a little unsteady on his feet.

He shook his head in the affirmative. 

"Yes, I'm fucking fi-" his words stopped suddenly as a look of surprise and disgust flitted across his face. Leo pushed past Eric and into the nearby bathroom so quickly it took Eric a few moments to figure out where he had gone to.

"Leo?" Concerned, Eric followed him inside.

He found him hunched over a toilet, on his hands and knees, dry-heaving and making a retching noise. Eric made to support him but stopped when Leo held up a hand.

After a few minutes of dry heaving, Leo leaned back, face still pale.

"I've been doing this all damn morning," his voice was tight. "It started yesterday...goes away in the afternoon then comes back again..."

Eric felt a thrill of excitement despite himself.

Nothing is definite yet, he told himself.

"Are you sick?"

"Other than this shit I feel fine."

"Maybe something you ate?"

"Maybe."

Leo sighed and slowly got to his feet. "If this keep up I'll go to a..." his face took on a look of reluctance, "...doctor."

He turned to Eric. "Don't tell anyone about this. I don't need fuckheads making shitter jokes at me right now."

Eric nodded. 

"Your secret is safe with me."

Oh, if only he knew.

…

Leo was feeling ill again. It had been two days since he’d run into Eric on his way to the bathroom and he was feeling anything but better. He lounged on the leather sofa in Eric’s currently empty office. The tall blond was probably at a meeting with some higher ups. Leo had heard all his routine grumblings before.

A trash can was situated by his head for easy access, a pillow propped under his head for comfort. Leo wasn’t immune to the drain of everyday activity, but lately he’d been feeling more exhausted than usual. In addition to the nausea he was taxed physically and emotionally. The past few days he’d begun to notice a lingering ache in his abdomen, somewhere from behind his bellybutton to the top of his groin. He felt like his limbs were filled with lead, and the fact that he was having trouble getting full nights of sleep didn’t help much. Bizarre dreams plagued his nights, and the inexplicable emotional fallout was inexplicable. Leo did not consider himself a very emotional person, but there he was, holding his gut and crying his eyes out into his pillow at three a.m.

Not only that, but he seemed to have put on more weight as of recent. His toned abdomen had melted into something more convex. He hadn’t even noticed it until Monday, when he couldn’t zip his pants up all the way. He’d been walking around with his pants partially unzipped since then, hoping no one would notice, but as the week wore on the zipper stopped lower and lower on its metal teeth.

“Leo, why are you in here?” Eric was standing in the doorway, gorgeous as usual, holding a few binders under one arm. His gaze lingered on the trashcan. “Are you feeling sick again?”

Leo sighed, “I never stopped feeling sick.” With these words he felt a wave of nausea. “Fuck.” He kept it down.

He continued, “I’m nauseous, I can’t sleep, my clothes don’t fit, and my stomach hurts. I want to fucking die.”

“Don’t be so dramatic.”

Eric walked over to him, putting a hand on his forehead.

“You’re a little clammy, but you’re not warm. Do you want something to eat?”

Leo got a little sheepish. He knew Eric wouldn’t like what he had to say about eating.

“I haven’t eaten anything in two days.”

“…Leo!”

“It won’t stay down!”

Eric fixed him with what Leo called “the stare”.

“Saltine crackers. I’m getting you food. Stay right there.”

Leo groaned, “Fuck, me.”

“Maybe when I get back,” Eric slyly retorted on his way out, knowing full well that wasn’t what the other man meant.

When Eric returned, he’d brought more than saltine crackers. He’d also brought bland flavors of soup, a loaf of bread, a bag of mixed fruits, and a carton of water. He set it in Leo’s lap.

“Eat,” he instructed.

“What, all of it?!”

“Yes.”

“Well…”

“It’ll make you feel better.”

“I could give it a shot. You might have to help me, though.”

“Of course.”

Leo started with a bottle of water and the four pack of saltines. He took a drink of water after every ten crackers. His nausea began to marginally subside, slowly being replaced by the hunger of the past two days. Pack one, two, three, and four all went down without a problem. Then came the fruit, which was a grocery store assortment of cubed melons, strawberries, and a few other common things like blueberries and grapes. He finished the bag in ten minutes.

“Wow,” said Eric, impressed. Leo would say almost turned on, judging by the look on his face.

“Yeah.”

“Still hungry?”

“Mhm.”

“Good.”

Eric was watching intently, and Leo decided to play this interest in his food consumption for all it was worth. He consumed the soup slowly, can by can by can. He made little noises of enjoyment and watched the effect that they had on the other man. It was after the fourth can Leo decided he was done.

“I can’t eat anymore. I’m stuffed.”

Eric smiled. “Not yet you aren’t.”

He grabbed the bread, twisting off the plastic tie. Leo was slightly alarmed, but excited as well.

“You’ll have to hel-,” Leo began, cut off by the abrupt presence of soft, white bread between his lips. He swallowed it thickly. “What are you doing?”

“Helping you,” Eric supplied happily, putting another piece between his lips. Leo chewed and swallowed, chewed and swallowed. He had thought he’d felt full before. Now he felt it almost under his ribs, and he had only eaten five pieces.

Bread really is filling…

His belly began to ache, but not in the way he had before. It felt good.

“Ohhh…” he groaned after he swallowed the seventh piece.

Eric grinned, continuing to feed him. He would wait for Leo to finish chewing and swallow, give him some time to make those delicious noises, then put in another piece for him to work on.

After a few minutes, there was no more bread left. Leo closed his eyes, hands resting on the sides of his now bloated, aching belly. He felt gentle fingers ghost across the front of his shirt, his buttons straining and his pants now fully unzipped by the small bulge of his gut.

“You look so good like this,” Eric said quietly.

“I’m glad you like it. Pervert.”

Eric began to massage Leo’s stomach in small circles, occasionally cupping either side of it and kissing or licking at his bellybutton.

“Hmm…” Leo learned back, eyes closed, enjoying the sensual sensation. After a while, though, he leaned forward, and was momentarily puzzled by what he saw.

“What’s that?” he said.

Eric stopped his ministrations to look up.

“What’s what?”

“That.”

Leo had noticed something different about his belly, something other than its bloatedness but which its bloatedness had probably contributed to. There was an extremely faint line bisecting the two halves of his belly. It started at the base of his shaven groin and curved all the way up to his belly button. It was slightly squiggly in some places, as if drawn on with an unsteady hand by a drunk cartoonist.

“Oh. This?” Eric traced a finger up and down its length a few times.

“Yeah,” Leo shuddered at the pleasant sensation.

Eric watched his reaction and laughed quietly. “I don’t know what it is, but based on your expression right now I think I’m going to be touching it a lot.”