𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥.

some very, VERY nsfw starters focusing on ... breeding kinks! warnings: pregnancy talk, breeding talk.

i'm gonna knock you up.

fuck your cum back in me.

i want to feel you dripping out of me.

pin me down and pump me full of you.

fill me up again and again and again...

i can't wait to see your belly swell.

mount me, take me, i'm yours.

i'm going to fill you with load after load...

give me your seed.

i need your thick cock twitching in me.

i'm going to hold you down while you take it.

you look so good filled with my cum.

you're never going to feel empty again.

stay inside me, don't let anything drip out...

put your legs up, i want it to take.

please, please, i need to cum in you.

you're filling me up so good...

be a good [ boy / girl ] and cum in me.

i forgot a condom... guess it's a sign.

i'm going to milk you dry.

i need to cum in you.

i can't wait to see your tits get heavy...

i want to see my cum leaking out of your cunt.

if you don't cum inside of me right now, i'm going to cry.

everyone's going to know you're mine.

i'm going to cum in you whether you like it or not.

please cum in me, please, please don't pull out.

are you gonna let me get you pregnant?

gonna hold you down until it takes.

i'm going to ride you until you paint my pussy white.

you can cum. if you let me cum in you first.

i forgot my birth control.

hold me down by my hips and make me yours.

i can feel you against my womb...

you're getting every drop of me.

if you don't get pregnant, guess we'll have to do it again...

i don't actually want to get pregnant!

be a good [ boy / girl ] and let me cum in you.

are you gonna fill me up, or was that all talk?

please, i need it! fill me up!

i don't wanna feel empty anymore.

i wanna feel you twitching in me while you fill me up...

hold me down and breed me.

i'm gonna shove my cock so deep in you you'll feel it in your womb.

fuck, let me out, i'm gonna cum.

take it, fucking take it.

don't pull out until i'm overflowing with you.

i can't hold anymore in me...

i want you to ride me so i can picture your belly swelling while i cum in you.

how many times are you going to cum in me?

please let me cum in you [ mommy / daddy ], i need it, please.

you're so good at taking my cum.

i wanna put a baby in you.

shut up. i'm gonna cum.

bend me over the nearest surface and leave my thighs dripping.

are you pushing your cum back inside?

He should consider himself lucky that mommy and daddy are no longer around to grip him by the balls and interrogate him about his intentions with their daughter, but then again, careful consideration was never really his bag. Not because he doesn't know better, but because, at the end of the day, he doesn't care nearly as much as he should about repercussions, few as they are. People talk. Higgs knows this. Fragile knows this. These are two, fully grown, consenting adults who are conscientious of the fact that people will, if given the chance, talk about anything.

It's fine, Fragile says. People are curious.

And aren't they just.

❝ — exactly, ❞ fragile reassures. porting with her father until his passing taught fragile a good chunk of what she knows, but she likes to think catching onto the intricacies of human interactions was all her doing. after all, being the leader of fragile express requires tact when dealing with people. so again as higgs says, no harm, no foul. ( though higgs & fragile may know the truth, it doesn't stop her heart from beating fast whenever it's mentioned ). the comforting smile on her face remains, an attempt to continue the levity so that they can finish up with their orders for the day. fragile's just not expecting for higgs to throw her through the ringer. ironic, considering she believed that she got used to his eccentric behavior. nothing new could phase her after the time she's spent jumping through the UCA with higgs !

& again he proves her wrong.

her smile falters for the briefest seconds — fragile schooling her expression once more to hide the surprise. ( new rule about higgs: push aside what's known about him & expect to be further shocked ). she can feel her heart beginning to speed up as the seconds pass; a hand coming to tuck hair behind her ear in a nervous gesture. ❝ curious about what ? ❞ fragile feigns confusion; brows scrunched as she pretends to think about what higgs is trying to imply. ( there's no doubting that fragile is a brave & smart young woman. alas, she's just as susceptible to the whims of her heart regardless of her extreme hold on them. eventually something will get out ). 

"nonsense. just giving credit where is due," a lost art for many but never for gilda, who knows all too well how thankless of a job could running a family business become ... especially for a woman. "but they'll come around eventually. they always do," and it sounds ominous perhaps but it's the truth of a city of sleepless and chaos inmbued as gotham is - you just have to love it.

her own cigarette brought to lips, gilda's gaze sets for a beat on the neon lights taking over in the streets - night life about to start just in time as the lights of the gallery turn off for the day. "you're welcome to swing by whenever you'd like," her father's pride and joy ( perhaps more than gilda could ever be ), she's sure the old man would be thrilled to know his lifelong dream is still seen as beautiful.

❝ they can't resist a woman's charm, ❞ a statement that has become far too familiar in her vocabulary. a statement that, undoubtedly, gilda has had to internalize a time or two. ❝ — though i'd prefer they'd get on with it. we already have a few contracts with the city. they know what to expect. ❞ alas fragile has come to accept that there will always be bureaucratic tape when she steps before investors. ( doesn't matter how many successful branches of her business she runs, fragile will be a woman first & a business mogul second ).

it's a minor setback & one that she's unfortunately used to. frustrating as it can be, fragile's determined to make the most of her trip to gotham. ❝ as you can see, i'll be taking you up on your offer. ❞ art isn't complicated, though it's a naive viewpoint as the viewer & not the creator. not complicated is what she needs & speaking of which — 

❝ cigarettes and wine sounds lovely. ❞ shuffling her feet as to gather warmth once more in her toes, the thought of a warm room is heavenly. gilda's about to steal her heart.

the wrap of her legs around his hips, dragging him in just the tiniest bit more makes him groan. fragile's warm cunt wrapped around his cock as sam lies lazily on her, fingers caressing the side of her neck lovingly. ❝ maybe, ❞ sam offers in honesty. as things have relatively settled down, the amount of unprotected sex they've had has skyrocketed. sam knows that fragile is struggling with getting pregnant — it's something she explained to him when such an idea manifested. she's been to the motherhood & though capable of pregnancy, it would take some time. ( as strong as fragile tried to be in that moment, sam could see the hurt in her eyes & the unshed tears. he'd held her then & reassured her the best he could. baby or not, sam loves her immensely & would continue to do so whether she gave them a baby ).

IT WAS LIKE AN INSATIABLE HUNGER. a prey drive that wouldn't let up no matter how many times he satisfied himself with a front row seat to the older's untimely demise ( over & over again ); brought upon him by his hand. a bullet to the head was only the beginning of a, no doubt, downward spiral until he'd inevitably grow bored of this game .. lest his crew decided to stick their nose in matters they needn't involve themselves with ( something that'd unfortunately draw things to an early close, should events unfold in such a way ). he'd half the mind to simply leave him out in the rain, to test the abilities of a repatriate when it came to the elements .. & yet with his own body the way that it was, he, too, would be testing the integrity of what manufacturing went into it.

hence why they were where they were now: the porter's body situated up against cave wall of the small alcove he'd dragged him to, & he crouched just beside him; hand stained with red, as was the knife held within its grasp. there's no expression of joy 'pon his face, & even with choked out words from the older's blood-clogged throat does expression remain unreadable ( if not a bit somber ); the only indication that he'd even heard the expletive being the sudden tilting of his head as eyes otherwise skimmed over the damage he'd already done. wouldn't be long now before they rinse & repeat this bullshit once more. assuming the visible strain sam showed in trying to keep his focus 'pon his assailant was anything to go by.

sputtering cough ( & the spattering of blood that falls betwixt his lips ) is enough to draw his gaze upwards once more; blue eyes settling their attention 'pon the porter's face. he's half expecting that to be it .. for it to be nothing more than a feeble attempt at clinging to this life for a little while longer by means of clearing up the fluid that clogged his throat— yet the other half also expects what comes from the gesture.

lips don't twitch upwards into that practiced grin of amusement at the older's comment as they normally would. nor does expression contort itself into a frown at the jabbing remark. ❝   ain't you ever heard that expression .. it's not the size that counts, ❞ a pause, & once more does he lift the blade to caress along sam's jawline; tracing a line down towards his jugular, the motion only to come to an abrupt halt as blade is suddenly driven deep into the flesh of the older's throat. ❝ it's what you do with it ?   ❞

knowing his fate, the comment was meant to egg higgs on — demonstrate sam's resilience despite higgs' attempt to wear him down. the caress of the blade at his throat makes him involuntarily swallow, gaze coming in & out as he tries to keep himself alive a few seconds longer, if only to stare at higgs defiantly. only to have that snuffed out with the plunge of a blade into his throat. the pain is brief & then the lights cut out in his body. 

whilst his body remains soulless in the cave with higgs, sam floats in the ether. he's never tried to see how long he can remain here, in the middle, before his soul tugged him back into his waiting body. sam ignores the insistent tug, gaze flicking around lazily at the sights he's seen damn near a hundred times. ( a curse, more than anything, keeping him tethered to the land of the living when many a time he'd have preferred to stay dead. there's no joy in knowing that he'll come back whilst everyone around him only has one chance. ) the more sam learned of his past, the more he wished that bridget let him die that day. let him rot in the ground with his parents than face the hardship that came later.

the tug is insistent again, sharper this time. sam manages another solid two minutes before he has no choice but to give in & repatriate. ( & he tries to hold his breath to make it seem that he's still dead — not quite ready for the misery higgs intends on inflicting. just because he's used to the pain doesn't mean he enjoys it ). alas his body refuses to indulge him any longer, his eyes popping open as sam shoots forward & purges the tar from his body. sucking in a sharp breath of air, he coughs sharply until he feels semi-normal again. sam doesn't even want to look higgs in the eye, perfectly content lingering his gaze on the faux stomach higgs has, writhing with guts that sam's become too familiar with. the thought repulses him & makes him shiver. finally, grudgingly, sam raises his eyes to higgs face. he doesn't remember the last time he saw higgs like this — comical, murderous behavior tucked away instead for an aura best kept at a distance.

voice rough he asks, ❝ what is it now, higgs ? ❞ what newfound slight has he done unto him to be threatened with his murderous appearance ? he eyes the blade still grasped, the blood dripping onto the ground before them. a cruel reality that he must pay in blood for events that sam had no means in orchestrating. ( he should've let amelie rot & told bridget no, dying last wish or not. a disinterested son he should've remained ). a sudden bout of anger, of anguish at a series of events that were never his fault. ❝ — huh, fucker, what is it now ? ❞ a wounded animal snapping its teeth at the reaper before it. ❝ what is it ! ❞

the   peace     &.     quiet   that     come after a night of making deliveries is     rare,     often times going to his own room     &.     immediately falling asleep,     though they're rarely     peaceful     dreams      ⸻     instead dreams of the beach,    amelie,     whatever decides to     haunt     him.     it's why he was so adamant on sleeping in his own room     &.     not     bothering     fragile,     not wanting to wake her during the night.     the adrenaline keeps him awake,    not yet getting     tired     from all the activity he'd been doing prior,    even if fragile's presence is more than comforting     to him.     he doesn't expect her to sudden turn in his grasp,    now facing him.     he should be used to the     softness     that encompases fragile,     her voice,    the palm against his cheek,    the way her lips curl     effortlessly     into a smile that made it feel as though she's      shining     in even the darkest of rooms.

he all but expects her to say     something,    but instead he's suddenly receiving kisses     peppered     against his lips,     surprising     him.     he can't help the way facial features scrunch up,     nose     scrunching     &.     lips pulling up into a smile as he lets out a     soft     laugh.     he's never seen her like this before     &.     it makes his heart     swell     with adoration.    ❛     i  would     hope     so.    ❜     whispered back,    a hand moves to gently     tilt     her chin up,    blue eyes scanning across softened features.     he isn't sure what he'd do     without     her,    she encompassed every part of his life     ⸻     even if she's not aware of it.     making rainy days into those of sunshine     &.     blue skies.     leaning in,    he     gently     kisses her back,    a soft brush of lips against hers as he smiles wider.     ❛     i  love  you  so  much,    fragile.     i  would  be  so     lost     without  you.     ❜

fragile adores seeing the softer, hidden parts of sam. it fills her with hope that he's doing better & able to appreciate the little things in life. he's gone through so much sorrow & fragile's aware that it will always be there, an aching in his bones, but she likes to think that his friends & her presence outweigh the years of hardship. the gentle kiss against her lips draws her out of her thoughts, the tender look on sam's face making her heart further soften. ( he looks so peaceful & how fragile would love to keep them in this moment forever. no responsibilities, no hardship. a reality unattainable to them, but how a girl wishes ). ❝ — don't sell yourself short, sam. you're so strong … ❞ & he'd keep going without her if need be, he's weathered worse.

nudging her nose against his softly, fragile drops another kiss to his lips before she settles herself so she can rest herself against his front. gentle fingers drawing nonsense on his back as she listens to the beating of his heart. ❝ but … i'm glad i can be someone for you. ❞ she missed him so much when he left. fragile believes she understood better than most why he left, but it never stopped her from hoping they'd cross paths again. ( life can't always be so gloomy, she understands the importance of that now ). ❝ you mean so much to me, ❞ is whispered softly between them. a soft, trembling sigh escaping her lips. sam's become a piece of her world & she'd be devastated to be without him.

there's a part of her that wants to make amends for the horror that her company wrought unto the people of middle knot. ( she's aware that the actions done that day were ones she was unaware of — yet guilt isn't so easily washed away. fragile has accepted what has happened, but it lingers ). ❝ don't worry, you'll fit right in. ❞

& fragile is positive he'll be a perfect fit. readjusting to social life, much less depending on others, isn't easy. still, she's not worried. ❝ come then. come meet my crew and your new home. ❞