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[It had been a fairly standard night.
The promise of drinks and food after a job is a must to any who have put in a hard day's work, an argument Youko used repeatedly to reward Nanami liberally for all his hard work. The only real difference had been the location as they had traded the usual yakiniku shop for a place doing its best to replicate Xinjiang flavors and barbecue.
They hadn't drunk that much. She had made promises to Nanami to behave and drink in moderation, and she was trying to keep that; she didn't want to be carried out, heaping on extra work. Still, the waiter had let them in on there being an off-menu speciality — a housemade umeshu — and Youko hadn't been able to resist. As she told Nanami over their cold glasses, she could clearly remember cleaning plums so her mother could make the very thing in the floor storage of their kitchen, but she had never gotten to try that.
It had been cool, and sweet, and cut through the heat of their skewers perfectly, but it hadn't felt particularly strong. Or maybe it just didn't have the warming warning she was used to. She had felt the heat starting to pool well after a few glasses, near when they were getting ready to pay and leave, but it wasn't anything she couldn't handle. Just the heat of the alcohol hitting her belly, threading out through her body, leaving her with a pleasantly fuzzy background feeling as they walked out into the cold night.
She had even said a teasing, "See? I can be good," to her dinner companion.
She had been good. That's what made the decline so sharp.
That pleasant background note of warmth had burned through and left Youko hyper-aware of how sticky her clothes felt against her skin, tacky, how weak her legs felt holding her up, like each step took more and more from her, and she wouldn't be able to keep her feet much longer. Leaning against Nanami for a little added support had seemed smart — his too sturdy for his own good build had to be useful here, right — but that was starting to feel like a mistake. He smelled nice. Not usually a problem, but maybe a problem here. The longer she leaned on him, the more she noticed the smell, the closer she was pressing herself to find the origin. It was something under the lingering scents of their meal and his clothing and the usual Nanami smell.]
The promise of drinks and food after a job is a must to any who have put in a hard day's work, an argument Youko used repeatedly to reward Nanami liberally for all his hard work. The only real difference had been the location as they had traded the usual yakiniku shop for a place doing its best to replicate Xinjiang flavors and barbecue.
They hadn't drunk that much. She had made promises to Nanami to behave and drink in moderation, and she was trying to keep that; she didn't want to be carried out, heaping on extra work. Still, the waiter had let them in on there being an off-menu speciality — a housemade umeshu — and Youko hadn't been able to resist. As she told Nanami over their cold glasses, she could clearly remember cleaning plums so her mother could make the very thing in the floor storage of their kitchen, but she had never gotten to try that.
It had been cool, and sweet, and cut through the heat of their skewers perfectly, but it hadn't felt particularly strong. Or maybe it just didn't have the warming warning she was used to. She had felt the heat starting to pool well after a few glasses, near when they were getting ready to pay and leave, but it wasn't anything she couldn't handle. Just the heat of the alcohol hitting her belly, threading out through her body, leaving her with a pleasantly fuzzy background feeling as they walked out into the cold night.
She had even said a teasing, "See? I can be good," to her dinner companion.
She had been good. That's what made the decline so sharp.
That pleasant background note of warmth had burned through and left Youko hyper-aware of how sticky her clothes felt against her skin, tacky, how weak her legs felt holding her up, like each step took more and more from her, and she wouldn't be able to keep her feet much longer. Leaning against Nanami for a little added support had seemed smart — his too sturdy for his own good build had to be useful here, right — but that was starting to feel like a mistake. He smelled nice. Not usually a problem, but maybe a problem here. The longer she leaned on him, the more she noticed the smell, the closer she was pressing herself to find the origin. It was something under the lingering scents of their meal and his clothing and the usual Nanami smell.]
(ooc: Maybe something with all three, or at least 4 and 6. If including 2, they could both be from neighboring kingdoms who have been good terms but something happened that changed that, so it's decided there should be an heir that's from both kingdoms. Only someone took it upon themselves to force the issue and round up Princess Usa and whatever title you'd like to give Tav. Naturally, they'd already know one another, probably friends, both with powers tied to healing and a sense of justice. Or ditch the royal court angle entirely and stick with 4 and 6 alone, or even ditch 6 and just have the two encounter aphrodisiacs while out and about together. Would any of that work for you?)
[ m/m. intersexed/omegaverse scenario preferred for actual breeding/pregnancy. ]
Usa Tsukino (Black Lady AU) || Sailor Moon || Futa/F, F/M
pink_is_back
2024-01-22 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
[They're especially into the prospect of carrying the baby in question, so 19 is very on the table. Pass on 5, 15, 18. I am definitely going to run slow for the next week, but will backtag into infinity.]
[Would you like to do something with 30 where Akira is already pregnant and they need extra attention? Or would you prefer the breeding process and maybe they find a nice upstanding man in public and convince him to knock them up? I'm good with either.]
( particularly interested in 3, 4, or potentially 29. wanderer is a puppet/synthetic, so i usually run under the assumption that he can't knock anyone up, but attempts and talk there-of is excellent. i am also open to wanderer being bred, though without the actual mpreg. kinks are here. )
[ not interested in any non-con situations for this, but open to dub-con in the case of aphro or other related prompts. can be something discussed between the characters or inevitably necessary. ezreal is likely the one being bred. kinks. ]
[No dubcon/noncon/beast/bathroom]
( breeding kink rather than actual pregnancy, ota )
[The one doing the breeding. Journal info is out of date so: 9' tall Gardevoir (M) who is very fond of humans and communicates via telepathy.
Can either: 1) be between him and a friend, if not his trainer, or some other scenario that is sweet while possibly being taboo or 2) he is currently living in the wild and comes across someone which either leads to a beauty and the beast situation (stuck together and it's awkward but cute) or more dub/non-con-y (urges getting the better of him; hypnotizing someone; things like that).
For M/M, probably more of a breeding kink than actual breeding. Can also do oviposition rather than ordinary breeding, for both m/f and m/m.]
Can either: 1) be between him and a friend, if not his trainer, or some other scenario that is sweet while possibly being taboo or 2) he is currently living in the wild and comes across someone which either leads to a beauty and the beast situation (stuck together and it's awkward but cute) or more dub/non-con-y (urges getting the better of him; hypnotizing someone; things like that).
For M/M, probably more of a breeding kink than actual breeding. Can also do oviposition rather than ordinary breeding, for both m/f and m/m.]
Edited 2024-01-22 14:54 (UTC)
[Hello there! c: I'm all for this and my love of all things Gardevoir is shameless so I thought I'd offer up one of my own OC's for this! I'm leaning towards something on the sweet side, Anna's normally a little bit more on the Proper side of the fence but she's not above things like fantasies and curiosity and wondering if she can get knocked up by a Pokemon, especially with people she's closer to as she tends to open up more with them?
Depending on if it's taboo or not I did have a couple ideas to bounce around! One idea I liked was something that possibly just started as an off-hand, silly and slightly dirty joke that got bounced around a few more times until they both started to seriously consider giving it a try, which eventually turns into them running off into the woods together to go at like a pair of pent up Lopunny's? I'm leaning towards something where they're both really into the idea even if it seems a little crazy!
There's also the caught up in the moment approach, something where they're gonna fuck anyways and decide that A: It's absolutely not safe for him to cum in her and B: He should cum in her anyways? Kind of a "fuck it let's just see what happens" sort of silly thing! Because I'm a sucker for sweet but playful things.
I'm down for other ideas too, those are just the first ones that came to mind! c:]
Depending on if it's taboo or not I did have a couple ideas to bounce around! One idea I liked was something that possibly just started as an off-hand, silly and slightly dirty joke that got bounced around a few more times until they both started to seriously consider giving it a try, which eventually turns into them running off into the woods together to go at like a pair of pent up Lopunny's? I'm leaning towards something where they're both really into the idea even if it seems a little crazy!
There's also the caught up in the moment approach, something where they're gonna fuck anyways and decide that A: It's absolutely not safe for him to cum in her and B: He should cum in her anyways? Kind of a "fuck it let's just see what happens" sort of silly thing! Because I'm a sucker for sweet but playful things.
I'm down for other ideas too, those are just the first ones that came to mind! c:]
( will prob be a little picky with prompts for this one but I'm interested in a few like Marriage or Station, maybe Scientific. Potentially Hate depending on the character. )
[Open to noncon and dubcon, prefer him the one being bred.]
( no dub/noncon or anything absurdly miserable lmao. )
[The marriage had been going better than anyone had expected, a fact that Rezo believed could be attributed mostly to Lioriley's genuine good nature.
He hadn't known exactly what to expect when he'd agreed to the marriage. Some of the rumors about the Lunari advisor to the recently coronated Garsalian King were dire indeed, but there were also those who swore up and down that Lioriley was simply a selfless devotee to the healing arts and to keeping the peace. Rezo had merely shrugged at everything he heard- what seemed to matter most was her position in the Garsalian court and that out of the sufficiently high-ranking priests aligned with the Great Shrine, Rezo was the only one who both wasn't under a vow of chastity and was willing to marry a nonhuman woman. Even if the lady Lioriley turned out to be the most blackhearted of women, Rezo no longer felt it would be his place to so much as complain. For the sake of atonement, he had pledged to devote himself to his faith and to the well-being of the Great Shrine. What did it matter how his wife treated him?
But what he hadn't thought hard enough about was the possibility that Lioriley would treat him well. From the day they'd met she had been nothing but gentle, courteous, and considerate. She would have been genuinely enjoyable company if they hadn't also shared a number of interests; they'd spent their wedding night speaking of their research into magic and biology, and of their past travels around the continent, happily ignoring the awkward fact that they were supposed to be consummating the wedding. And since that night they'd both settled comfortably into life at their shared residence, a modestly-sized but pleasant house residing within the Great Shrine's territory.
And Rezo felt guilty as hell about all of it. About the house, about Lioriley, about the kindness she treated him with and the friendly evenings they spent together. It would have been so much easier if she'd been a black widow out for his blood. Instead, she was a warm and loving woman stuck in a marriage with a man who didn't deserve to be loved and who had no right to love others.
Lioriley should have someone she can love.
This thought has been rattling around in Rezo's mind for a while now, along with an idea of what he might be able to do about it. But he hasn't quite been able to bring himself to say anything about it until this particular evening, when they're both seated in the household library, Rezo with his paperwork from the shrine already complete, and Lioriley either having finished or taking a break from writing letters- all he can tell is that he hasn't heard her pen scratching the paper for at least twenty minutes- and Rezo finds himself opening his mouth.]
There is something I believe we should discuss.
[Having opened with that particular abrupt and vaguely ominous statement, Rezo very well can't back out now. So he folds his hands and tries to gather his thoughts.]
Lioriley, you seem to have settled in well to our current situation, and I have been thinking... [About you? About your position here? About your happiness?] Would you like to have children?
[Nailed it.]
He hadn't known exactly what to expect when he'd agreed to the marriage. Some of the rumors about the Lunari advisor to the recently coronated Garsalian King were dire indeed, but there were also those who swore up and down that Lioriley was simply a selfless devotee to the healing arts and to keeping the peace. Rezo had merely shrugged at everything he heard- what seemed to matter most was her position in the Garsalian court and that out of the sufficiently high-ranking priests aligned with the Great Shrine, Rezo was the only one who both wasn't under a vow of chastity and was willing to marry a nonhuman woman. Even if the lady Lioriley turned out to be the most blackhearted of women, Rezo no longer felt it would be his place to so much as complain. For the sake of atonement, he had pledged to devote himself to his faith and to the well-being of the Great Shrine. What did it matter how his wife treated him?
But what he hadn't thought hard enough about was the possibility that Lioriley would treat him well. From the day they'd met she had been nothing but gentle, courteous, and considerate. She would have been genuinely enjoyable company if they hadn't also shared a number of interests; they'd spent their wedding night speaking of their research into magic and biology, and of their past travels around the continent, happily ignoring the awkward fact that they were supposed to be consummating the wedding. And since that night they'd both settled comfortably into life at their shared residence, a modestly-sized but pleasant house residing within the Great Shrine's territory.
And Rezo felt guilty as hell about all of it. About the house, about Lioriley, about the kindness she treated him with and the friendly evenings they spent together. It would have been so much easier if she'd been a black widow out for his blood. Instead, she was a warm and loving woman stuck in a marriage with a man who didn't deserve to be loved and who had no right to love others.
Lioriley should have someone she can love.
This thought has been rattling around in Rezo's mind for a while now, along with an idea of what he might be able to do about it. But he hasn't quite been able to bring himself to say anything about it until this particular evening, when they're both seated in the household library, Rezo with his paperwork from the shrine already complete, and Lioriley either having finished or taking a break from writing letters- all he can tell is that he hasn't heard her pen scratching the paper for at least twenty minutes- and Rezo finds himself opening his mouth.]
There is something I believe we should discuss.
[Having opened with that particular abrupt and vaguely ominous statement, Rezo very well can't back out now. So he folds his hands and tries to gather his thoughts.]
Lioriley, you seem to have settled in well to our current situation, and I have been thinking... [About you? About your position here? About your happiness?] Would you like to have children?
[Nailed it.]
( particularly interested in 3, 4, 5, 7 (outis has a canonical feral fox form here, if anyone is interested!), 12, 13, 14, 21, 28 which is very funny to me, and 30. fine with playing out both breeding and actual pregnancy scenarios, with outis being the one breeding her partner. additional kinks are here.
21+ partners only please. )
21+ partners only please. )
[Helena is a wolf shifter who is picky about those she lets close. Open to 3 - 15, 21 - 32 welcome. Particularly keen on heats and ruts. Feel free to check out kinks in her journal.
I'm happy to AU her into other canons. Her world is generic urban fantasy with all sorts of shifters, info here.]
I'm happy to AU her into other canons. Her world is generic urban fantasy with all sorts of shifters, info here.]
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