thinking abt brian/jay/tim finding out that lexi's newly-grown e boobs are sore and sensitive
idk, i think at least one of them would be very invested in her boob growth on hrt - maybe jay's interested in the differences between transmasc vs transfem hrt... esp when lexi gets on prog and her tits fill out....
YESSSSS
theyre all definitely interested but jays the one perverted enough to sidle up to her and ask about it, if she's bought a bra yet, reaching up her shirt and making her blush -
no, she doesn't need one yet, you cr- ah! and jay insists he was smaller than this when he got a training bra, that the little handfuls he's encircling are more than enough, doesn't she feel all this moving-? demonstrating in just the lewdest way, using his own hands to show her just how much there is to move -
tim coughs, into his drink. politely looks away. they go to the mall the following day, and jay "girlmodes" his way through victoria's secret while the other two wait over in books a million- he likes to think he looks like alex's sexy little butch, but he's probably just giving overeager boyfriend with the way he paws through the panty drawers holding things up until she points out that's not even what they're there for.
"but there's a sale," he says, pouting.
they measured her before they left the house - jay told her a thousand times they don't let the cute girls do it at the stores, it's always the oldest woman you've ever seen in your life, and it's true but he'd also just been hard at the thought of wrapping the tape around her ample chest himself, the way she squeaks and pinks in the mirror, scowling and obviously fighting the urge to pull her arms around herself. she's a fucking D-cup already, and the excited, flustered look this puts on her face is so worth not explaining cup sizes to her. (in jay's stupid, horny male brain, he wonders what letter she's going to get up to if this is where they're starting.)
they leave with three underwear sets, and the perfume alex smelt in the checkout line and tried to hide her pleased expression about, and a purse she liked, and a couple of those yoga pants she's too embarrassed to wear anywhere but the apartment that make her ass look -
and she likes them so much more than she'll say. likes the way the boys fuss over her, likes how jay carries the little pink bag without even remarking on it, likes how it feels to come home and tiptoe out of the bathroom in stockinged feet and lacey trim around her chest and get kissed over every inch of her body, called the most beautiful girl they've ever seen. (and yes, she likes wearing the stupid pants around the house, if only for how embarrassing and flattering it is when someone palms the big PINK across her ass.)
they have to go back a few times over the next couple years, and she's flustered every time - insisting they're imagining things, she needs to lose weight, literally not accepting it until jay takes her measurements again, her waist only an inch or two wider, her tits - prog works the absolute wonder of making her hornier, too, squirming against him when he tries to line the tape up, whining and blushing about the whole process and spilling out of her old, too-small bra the entire time. refusing to meet her own eyes in the mirror, leaking in her underwear, letting jay grope her and insist without argument she's getting more things to wear today. maybe he's just creepy about dressing her in general. his girl, his pretty thing, his wife who wears what he likes and looks perfect in all of it.
ends up feeling her up in the dressing room, her biting her lip and then his shoulder to keep from crying out even with the thin layer of lace in the way, cursing him out, in a whisper, pressing against him - hiding behind him when they check out, a bigger bag this time, hanging onto his sleeve their whole way through the rest of the mall.
jaylex doing their t shots together and both getting crazy horny afterwards and sexualizing each others transitions and frotting dicks. send ask anonymously. i said anonymously. hello i said ano
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YESSS omg yes. comparing dick sizes.... jay wants to very seriously and scientifically track alex's progress (with his mouth) which turns into comparing them... bc their start dates are only a few months apart and jay takes the worlds greatest glee in holding alex down and rutting against him and pointing out the tiny difference, that jay's just a little bigger, a little fatter, maybe one day you'll catch up champ :3
alexs eyes lowkey popping out of his head the first time jay stretches in front of his and reveals his stomach is getting thick with hair, practically purring and turning around to grab his jaw when jay nuzzles into his neck in the kitchen and has stubble now, cooing and drooling over his new muscle tone, the way his thighs are thickening out. playing the sexy nurse to inject him in his gorgeous, hairy thighs, giggling wildly when jay pins him down to do his - both of them too excited to get out of their briefs, wrestling and sweating and licking each other, biting each other, dry humping and growling and laughing at each other.
alex pregnant during the era where he was trying to kill jessica andjay
yeah so. i guess warning for unwanted pregnancy? semi unwanted at least.
alex doesnt know whos fucking kid it is. knows hes been off testosterone for long enough that the changes are making him fucking crazy- well, crazier. but this was the last straw, seriously. and the fact he doesnt even know who the other dad is....?
because there was that time with hoody, in the woods, face down in the dirt. and then there was that time with jay, in his house, on the couch, jays flashlight rolling under the table, forgotten. and there was the time with tim, and the mask, and all that bullshit.
anyway.
hes fucked. literally, and figuratively.
he'd get rid of the thing but he's got no fucking money for an abortion, what with the living in his car and trying not to get killed. when jessica points the gun at him, all alex can think is thank god. thank god im not gonna bring a kid into my messed up fucking life.
but she doesnt kill him. he doesnt die. and time keeps progressing. and so does his baby bump.
when hes around seven months, alex starts to wonder what hes gotten himself into. he starts to wonder about the sex of the baby. how the hell hes gonna have the damn thing. how much itll hurt.
names.
alex settles on: nathan if its a boy, diana if its a girl. he doesnt know why, just- they stick out to him. he went to library and browsed baby names and he doesnt know, he just liked them.
and then. he shoots jay. brian falls. and tim is the only one left. alex still doesnt know whos baby this is. hes been hiding out in his car, wondering if its obvious that hes pregnant, wondering if tim will be able to tell. jay hadnt. but he hadnt been alive for very long to notice.
in the end, tim doesnt seem to be able to tell. alex hits the ground hard, gasping as he feels the baby reposition to adjust to the fall. tim rears back with the knife and alex-
"im pregnant!" he shouts, and tim freezes. his face contorts into horror, and alex swallows thickly.
"youre lying," tim hisses. alex shakes his head, heart racing so fast hes pretty sure his pulse is physically jumping against his neck. tim doesnt have his arms pinned, so alex reaches down and raises his shirt up. shows off the slight bump. he wasnt very big. maybe thats why no one was noticing.
the baby must be small. maybe it is jays, then.
tim's gaze darts down. after a second, he slowly lowers the knife in his hand. alex takes his wrist and sets it on his abdomen. his voice is deadly quiet.
"can you feel it?" he whispers.
the baby must know this is important, because it kicks right then. tim sucks in a breath, and then jerks back, scrambling off of alex, back to the wall.
alex sits up, covers his stomach back up.
he sees the moment tim remembers.
"is it- m..mine?" he asks, hollowly.
alex thinks for a second. he has no idea. he made three of the worst decisions he'd ever made within weeks of each other. it could be anyones.
"i dont know," he finally says, deciding to be honest. "yours, jays, or brians."
"and- the monster?" tim asks. "its letting you keep it?"
alex hadnt considered that. hes grown a little attached to the thing though. "i hope so."
it would suck to lose it after all this.
tim nods shakily. "you- youre not a good person, alex."
"i know." his gaze trails on the concrete floor between them.
"please let me help you."
alexs head snaps up. "what?"
"i meant what i said," tim says softly. "i can show you how to fight it. we can stand up to it together." hes crying, alex realizes. silent tears tracking down into his stupid sideburns. "the kid doesnt deserve to live like that. let me help you."
things are different, post canon. theyre both subdued in a way they werent before, hardened by loss and grief, both of their friends and of who they were before the operator. without fail though, the one thing that brings that spark back to them is... each other.
and not in a good way.
because they hate each other. there was no other way to coexist. they get adjoining hotel rooms, share the complimentary coffee and breakfast at the same table each morning, and they fucking hate each other.
you all already know why, theres no point re-explaining it. alex killed jay. tim killed brian. tim (almost) killed alex, and would have, were it not for the operators sort of divine intervention in the following hours. tim infected alex with the sickness, and alex infected every body else. they have ruined each others lives, fully and completely.
but- and there is a but -they were also completely alone now. they only had each other. and a few months into their motel hopping as a pair, of only having the other for company, tim's patience snaps.
"if the room is so fucking shitty then go sleep in the damn car for all i care!" he yelled, yanking the keys out of his pocket and hurling them across the room at alex, who had been bitching about how he apparently saw a roach go under the bed.
the keys smack against alexs chest and then fall to the ground in a clatter. tim swears he actually sees a vein pop on alexs neck.
"you are such a fucking ass-"
"oh, save it!" tim bit out. "i literally could not care less what you think of me. im so sick of you and your attitude and your pity parties and your-"
"you're sick of ME?" alex demands, walking around the bed and storming up to tim. "as if you arent the worst company i could possibly ask for!"
"really." tim deadpans. "im bad company. wow, i never knew. and i totally care so much that you think so-"
alex shoves him, and tim is immediately shoving him back.
"your fucking- holier than thou- stupid fucking air of superiority-" alex grits out, as they lock together try to push and knock the other away.
"yeah? does it drive you crazy that im the one problem you cant kill?" tim barks, and alex rears back and slaps him across the face.
its instant. alex is on the ground and tim is on top of him, hitting him so hard his glasses go flying. he takes each hit in the face hard, before he manages to wrestle tims arms back. he gets tim off him, but tim doesnt give him a second to sit up before hes on alex again, trying to pin his arms. alex snaps his teeth, snarling like an animal, and he looks so much like that day tim nearly killed him, that tim fully freezes up. alex shoves him off, and tim hits the ground beside him hard. alex sits up fast, scooting back. blood drips from his nose and his split lip, his face red and hair mussed, cheek already darkening, and they stare at each other. theyre only a few feet apart, but the distance feels insurmountable. tim picks up alexs glasses. he thinks about breaking them. considers, though, that a blinded alex kralie might be even bitchier than regular alex kralie. he tosses them over to the other, and alex picks them up, setting them back on his face. something about the action is so... human.
alex wobbles to his feet, and steps closer, holding a hand down for tim to take. tim accepts and is hauled up. they both sort of glare down at the floor or the wall.
"tim..." alex says, and then tim grabs him by the shoulders and kisses him. it gets a surprised noise out of alex, before he melts.
and god, is that a head rush. alex turning to putty under tims mouth and hands. tim walks him backwards until alexs knees hit the bed, and the pushes him down to sit.
"tim," alex says again, but his voice is higher, breathier.
"shut up," tim says. "youre not gonna say a fucking thing."
alexs mouth snaps shut.
"youre gonna get fucked. that a problem?" tim asks, a little hesitance coloring his words. alex swallows visibly, but slowly shakes his head 'no'.
alex doesnt say anything else. he doesnt say a thing. something heady rushes through tims nerves.
tim starts unbuckling his belt, and alexs eyes lower, pupils dilating. tim only knows because hes watching him so closely.
"you want this?" he asks, reaching into his pants and pulling his dick out. alexs mouth trembles. he nods. "take off your clothes."
alex scrambles, shucking off his shirt and yanking his jeans and underwear down. there are scars and bruises on his body. hes a little too skinny. tim makes note to keep an eye on how much he eats during their shared meals. maybe its residual. better safe than sorry.
tim lets his jeans and underwear fall off, nudges alexs legs apart and stands between them. "suck," he orders. alex gulps. his gaze darts up to tim and then back down to his cock. tim grips it at the base, moves it back and forth, fucking delights in the way alexs eyes follow its movement. alex licks his lips, the leans in, wrapping his lips around it.
their eyes both fall shut at the same time, and tim groans, low in his chest. wet and hot, alexs mouth works down his length, and tim shudders a bit at the chilly hotel room compared to how warm his dick is. alex moans softly, sucking more into his mouth. swallowing back tims cock, drooling over it, laving over the bottom with his tongue. hes not careful with his teeth, the sharp points grazing tims skin in a way that hurts, but a hurt that makes his head spin with pleasure. its a good bad insane combination that he only knows he wants more of.
as the slick hole grows wetter with alexs saliva, tim feels himself getting a little too close for his comfort.
"stop," he grits out, and alex looks up through very heavy lidded eyes. he hums a questioning tone. "im- just get off. scoot back."
alex pulls off, licks his lips and then grins. something evil in his eyes. like he knew just how close tim was getting. tims pulls off his shirt while alex moves back, and then tim climbs onto the bed, careful with his leg. it was aching from their fight, so he lays back against the pillows, and pats his lap. alexs mouth falls open. its tims turn to smirk.
"what, you never ridden cock before? i dont think i believe that."
alexs face goes red all the way to his ears. he makes a grumbly noise, and then slips onto tims thighs, sliding one leg over to straddle him. its a sight tim could definitely get used to. tim hadnt known exactly, that alex was trans. he knew jay and brian were, so he supposes it makes sense that alex is too. it certainly made this part easier, with alex hiking himself up and over tims cock, and then slowly starting to sink down.
tim cant hold back the sound he lets out. alex isnt too tight, just loose enough to make the slide down not too much effort. hes soaked, dripping onto tims balls when their bodies come together, tim fully sheathed inside him. alex grips tims waist, visibly trembling. sweat draws at his temble, and his glasses slip down his nose a bit. tim smiles, reaches out and pushes them back up. alex glances up at him, and fuck, he looks wrecked already.
"you want this?" tim says lowly. alex nods, just like he had before. "work for it then," he orders. alex shakily breathes, and tims hands slide up to grip his thighs. alex starts rocking, pushing up and then moving back down. slow first, and then speeding up. he lets out little noises each time it fills him back up, and tim is having a hard time focusing on anything but the way his cock looks fucking in and out of alex.
alex gets faster, starting to get into a good rhythm, and after how well he was sucked off earlier, tim knows he wont last especially long. he never was that great at lasting very long. he usually finished first, and then was ready to go again first. worse yet, hes pretty backed up. its been a long time since he touched someone else like this. he wonders how long its been for alex.
when he feels himself getting close again, he makes a split second decision to grab alexs hips and yank him off, pushing him onto the bed and rolling over on top of him
"woah!" alex yelps as he hits the bed, tim suddenly above him. tim slapped a hand over his mouth.
"quiet. bad dog."
alex narrows his eyes, but doesnt fight it. he must want to get off just as badly as tim does.
"you close?" tim asks, lining himself up for this new angle. alex shrugs, then nods. tim lets out a breath, and then pushes inside until they were flush together. "fuck..." he sighs.
alex makes a pleased noise, eyes fluttering shut.
"you like that?" tim mutters. alex hums in relief. "youre such a brat, if i knew i could shut you up like this, i woudlve done it ages ago."
alex opens his eyes in order to glare with them, and tim rewards him by fucking into him hard. alex makes a punched out sound, hands wrapping up in the sheets. tim sets a hard and fast tempo, knowing he could hold it as neither would last much longer.
the new angle felt so so good. tims head was spinning with it. alex felt incredible around him. there was really no going back after this. tim would never be able to look at alex the same way. could never not crave having him like this again.
he hoped it was mutual.
all too soon, he felt himself getting close again. tim whines, pistoning his hips harder. alex writhes beneath him, gasping and letting out little whimpers.
tim barely catches his breath enough to ask "in- inside or-?"
"IN" alex begs, voice whiny. "please please please-"
tim cums inside of him. alex moans, and then starts twitching and clenching around him, getting impossibly wetter inside. tim pants, and then slowly draws out. he flops down beside alex.
"was that...?" tim asks softly after a few minutes.
"yeah," alex says, equally out of breath. "let me suck you off again."
those words make tims head spin. "okay," he agrees too quickly. "i can- i can fuck you again, if you want-"
"yeah," alex interrupts. "i want."
without fail, the one thing that brings back the spark in tim and alex is each other. good thing they hate each other, or else that spark might start feeling a whole lot like affection.
alex rolling up to tims house thinking hes gonna get the best birthday topping of his life only to spend the rest of the night kneeling at tims feet with tims dick filling his mouth, stuck in a dazey subspace and not getting to come even once <3
Jam petplay. I think Tim could like it because it’d probably be the best way to keep jay from completely going off the rails during sex. Much to think about. Make that man bark
YES !!! tie that freak up! he needs muzzled or hes literally going to suck tims dick off its beneficial for everybody involved. i know you said during but the image i got immediately was jay leashed and bone gagged and whining while tim tries to get any work done now that he has a moment of peace without that dumb dog slobbering on him.
hitting him with the down, boy, jesus christ when he's jumping all over tim, humping his leg and licking at him and whiningg always whining paws at you paws at you paws at you :(( until tim finally grabs him and puts him on his knees and buckles his collar around his neck and jay pouts and sits and stays bc he knows hes not getting a treat otherwise (in my head any jay can be plied with the threat of not letting him give blowjobs... please fuck his face hes dying for it what do you meannn youre just gonna jerk off over him thats tortureee)
and yes i think tim should take his people words away when hes being too annoying. make him bark indeed .. and jays way too good at talking with his eyes and woofing and whimpering and being just the biggest neediest puppy in the world. if tim let him he'd growl at people
