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Disposable Medical Gloves

Disposable medical gloves are single-use gloves made of materials like latex, nitrile, or vinyl. They are used in healthcare settings to provide a barrier between the wearer's hands and potentially infectious substances, preventing the transmission of infections and maintaining hygiene during medical procedures and patient care.

Use of Disposable Medical Gloves

Infection Control

One of the primary uses of disposable medical gloves is to prevent the transmission of infections. Healthcare professionals wear gloves to create a barrier between their hands and potential contaminants, such as blood, bodily fluids, and harmful microorganisms, reducing the risk of cross-contamination between patients and personnel.

Safety During Patient Care

Disposable gloves are essential for ensuring the safety of both healthcare providers and patients during medical procedures. They protect healthcare professionals from exposure to hazardous substances or sharp objects, such as needles or scalpels, minimizing the risk of injuries and accidents.

Hygiene and Cleanliness

Gloves play a crucial role in maintaining hygiene and cleanliness standards in healthcare settings. They help to prevent the spread of germs and pathogens when performing tasks that involve contact with body fluids, wounds, or contaminated surfaces. Gloves are often used during procedures like wound dressing, catheter insertion, or handling specimens, ensuring proper infection control protocols are followed.

How To Properly Wear And Remove Disposable Gloves?

Gloves play a crucial role in maintaining hygiene and cleanliness standards in healthcare settings. They help to prevent the spread of germs and pathogens when performing tasks that involve contact with body fluids, wounds, or contaminated surfaces. Gloves are often used during procedures like wound dressing, catheter insertion, or handling specimens, ensuring proper infection control protocols are followed.

Wearing gloves:

1) Ensure hands are clean and dry before wearing gloves.

2) Select the appropriate size of gloves and slide them onto each hand, fully covering the wrist and ensuring a snug fit.

3) Avoid touching the outside of the gloves with bare skin or contaminated surfaces.

Removing gloves:

1) Pinch the outside of one glove near the wrist and peel it off, turning it inside out.

2) Hold the removed glove in the gloved hand and slide two fingers under the remaining glove near the wrist.

3) Peel off the second glove, also turning it inside out, and dispose of both gloves in the appropriate waste container.

4) Wash hands thoroughly with soap and water or use hand sanitizer.

Remember to follow proper hand hygiene practices before and after glove use to ensure optimal protection.

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dr. feelgood - chapter two

pairing: Surgeon!Bucky x SurgicalIntern!Reader

summary: Y/N has a one night stand with a handsome stranger the night before starting her new job as a surgical intern. Little does she know, the handsome stranger also happens to be her new boss

a/n: the response to this fic has been so unexpected and it's honestly amazing! thank you all so much for reading. a lot of this series is based on grey’s anatomy but I’m putting my own spin on it! all the positive feedback is motivating me to write more often so I’m going to try to post new chapters on a somewhat weekly schedule.  

warnings: must be 18+, drinking, some surgery descriptions, smut, self-pleasure, praise kink, very minor character death, unprotected sex, rough sex

Word count: 1.5k

series playlist: here

taglist: @sebsgirl71479 @ozwriterchick @notmeddy @drewsuncrustables @lokidokieokie @hextech-bros @nats-whore @m4nulup1n @arcanebabe @tanyaspartak (message me to be added!)

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I had to drag myself out of bed the next morning. I was dreading going to the hospital. Mainly because I was nervous to see the hot doctor I’d accidentally slept with. I didn’t know what to say to him. I wasn’t sure if we should talk about it or just pretend like it never happened. And he was so damn coy it was difficult to tell what he was thinking.

Once we were changed into scrubs, we met with Palmer to go through rounds. As we visited each patient, our knowledge was tested on their diagnoses and treatment plans. Palmer would assign an intern to each of the cases to assist with patient treatment and potential surgeries. Once rounds were finished, I was the last intern left and I eyed Palmer inquisitively.

“Y/L/N, you will be working with Dr. Barnes today.”

I felt nervous butterflies in my stomach, “Oh, I just thought I’d be working with one of these patients,” I said, trying to get out of it.

“Nope, Barnes specifically requested you. He’s down in the pit.”

“Got it,” I replied. I trudged to the elevator that would take me down to the ER, wondering how I was going to handle this.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, nurses were scrambling, prepping beds and trauma rooms. 

“There’s my intern!” I heard from across the way. “Good morning Y/L/N,” he said, calling me by my last name. While this was common in the medical field, it felt oddly chummy coming from him. 

“Hi Dr. Barnes. What do we have today?” I faked a smile.

“Collision in a bicycle race, multiple injuries, a few pretty serious. The ambulance is on the way. Put on one of those gowns and follow me.” I took a yellow disposable gown and donned it over my scrubs, along with a set of surgical gloves. Then I followed Bucky to the back entrance of the ER where the ambulances would arrive.

The two of us stood there for a moment in silence, listening for the wail of sirens that were sure to arrive any minute. There was a chill in the air which gave me shivers and ultimately put me on edge. I wasn’t good with uncomfortable silence, but I bit my tongue, determined not to give in first.

I lost that imaginary contest.

“Why did you lie to me?” I asked, turning toward him.

“I didn’t lie to you.”

“You told me your name was Bucky.”

“My name is Bucky. It’s what all my friends call me. It’s a nickname from when I was growing up.”

“Then why hasn’t anyone here called you Bucky.”

He sighed, “James is more professional so it's what I use at work. Think about it, who would want a surgeon named Bucky operating on them.”

I considered his point for a moment and realized I believed him. Before I could retort he added, “You weren’t exactly honest with me. You never said you were a doctor.”

I immediately became defensive, “I was just looking for a hookup, not someone to spend the rest of my life with.”

“Oh that was very clear when you hit on me.”

My jaw dropped, “The way I remember it, you hit on me.”

“Mmm…you’re probably right. I do have a thing for gorgeous women drinking tequila by themselves.”

I ran my tongue across my teeth in an attempt to fight the smile that was attempting to spread across my face.

“Okay, you know what, I’m pretending like that night never happened. We are starting fresh today. I am your intern and that’s it. No more flirting with me.”

“Whatever you say, Y/L/N,” he said, flashing me that irresistible smile. I shifted my attention away from his handsome face as the sound of sirens came into earshot.

The gurneys flowed in with injuries ranging from concussions to flesh wounds. I quickly made a move for one of the cases that I guessed to be surgical. The patient was an attractive male in his early thirties. He had three bicycle spokes poking out of his abdomen but was speaking perfectly normally.

“What happened here?” I asked him, inspecting the wounds.

“Just another day in the life,” he replied.

I chuckled, “You make it a habit of ending up in the ER?”

“It’s the best way to meet hot doctors,” he flirted. I stopped my inspection to stare at him, finding myself oddly charmed.

“What’s your name?” I said, pulling out a clipboard to fill out some paperwork.

“Quentin Beck.”

“Well Quentin Beck, I’m going to remove these spokes and stitch up your abdomen. Then I recommend we send you to CT just to ensure there isn’t any additional damage.”

“Ooh I don’t know about that. I’ve gotta get out of here.”

“Leaving so soon?” I joked.

“Can’t miss the big afterparty. I’ll see you there right?”

“You wish,” I applied a numbing agent to his wounds before carefully removing the spokes. I pulled off his shirt and started working on his sutures. Quentin kept trying to talk and I continued to shush him, focusing on tending to his wounds.

“You really should go to CT,” I said as I finished stitching him up and admired my work.

“No can do darling. My presence is expected elsewhere.”

I shook my head in disapproval, “Well I’m going to need you to sign a form that says you’re leaving against medical advice.”

“I will sign anything you ask me to.” I handed him a clipboard and showed him where to sign. He scribbled his signature, handed the clipboard back to me and stood up to leave the room. Then he doubled back and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulled me towards him, and kissed me, taking me completely by surprise.

When he pulled away he said, “That was for good luck.” Then he turned and walked out of the room, leaving for the hospital.

At that moment, I looked through the blinds and saw Bucky standing there, having witnessed the entire exchange. He had a surprised yet smug expression on his face

“Did you just make out with a patient?” he asked, leaning on the door jamb.

I had no words for what had just happened. “He just…kissed me…” I eventually managed.

“So that’s your type, huh?”

“I don’t have a type.”

“No? You don’t like world class doctors with irresistible charm?”

“Are you jealous?” I teased.

“Maybe I am,” he added with a smile. “But I could really use your help with a patient.” 

“Of course,” I followed him out of the room and tried to shift my focus back to work. One of the patients was having difficulty breathing and needed to be intubated.

“Have you done this before?” he asked me.

“Not on a real patient,” I replied.

He smiled, “We’re going to change that.” He instructed me to get in position towards the patient's head. He handed me the necessary equipment and talked me through it. I felt my nerves increasing, not sure if I was ready to do this. 

He seemed to pick up on this because then he said, “Hey, don’t panic. You can do this. I’ll be right here if you need help.” I nodded and took a deep breath, focusing on what he instructed. I had to make sure I inserted the tube into the trachea and not the esophagus. I angled the device to where Bucky had described and carefully fed the tube downwards. I looked toward him for confirmation I had done it correctly.

“Now place your hand on his chest and see if air is filling the lungs.” I did as he instructed and felt the gentle inflation of the patient’s chest.

“Yeah, I think I can feel it.” He placed his hand next to mine, overlapping ever so slightly to confirm the intubation had been successful.

He nodded and smiled at me, “Yeah you got it. Great job Dr. Y/L/N.” I couldn’t hide the smile spreading across my face and the rush that was hitting me. This was the feeling I’d been chasing for the past few years. This was why I wanted to become a surgeon.

I watched as Bucky continued his examination to determine what the patient needed. He appeared to have a few external injuries but nothing that major.

“His abdomen is swollen, so he might have some internal injuries. Y/L/N, can you take him down to CT.”

“Absolutely,” I replied. And just like that Bucky was gone, off to the next patient. I wheeled down the John Doe we just intubated to get his scans.

Once the CT was complete, I held up his scans to study them. There was severe internal bleeding in the abdomen that would likely require surgery. I paged Bucky, knowing he would need to make the ultimate call.

It didn’t take him long to answer the page. I had the scans displayed against the backlights and was studying them. He walked into the room and said, “What do you see?”

“Internal bleeding.”

“It looks like it’s coming from the kidneys. We need to get in there, stat. Book an OR.”

“Got it,” I replied, leaving the room to complete my task.

“Oh and Y/L/N? Great work today. I’ll see you in the OR.”

“I’m scrubbing in?” I asked, astounded.

He nodded with his signature smile, “You’re scrubbing in.”

next chapter

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It's a cold day, or so the biological reasponse of the woman you're bound to seems to indicate. Cold, but not cold enough for the heaters. These life forms confuse you. That is not the problem, though. The problem is that your bond-mate, Doctor Kal'tsit is scheduled for an intensive operation.

Not on her, mind. You would never let her come to harm, and her meticulous self-care regime leaves no room for anything to cause such a need. She would say that her schedule does not permit illness, but you know just as well as she does that it's not her schedule that keeps her in pristine health. No, instead, she is to take up her station in the only area of the landship that you lack clearance for-- the operating theatre.

Armed guards are posted outside, denying you entrance. They aren't there to keep you out, but as your mandibles clack together to plead to return to her side, to take their posts, they shiver and shake. You can do their jobs so much more efficiently and so much less intrusively. You can withdraw into your crystalline prism and be out of the way until you're needed, but alas, the two guards stand between you and your rightful place. Ambient moisture levels rise almost imperceptibly when you push air through the jagged oriface that passes for a mouth in their eyes. Did they think you were a threat? You want to protect her. To guard her. To know she is safe.

She isn't pleased when she emerges from the room, gloved hands covered in viscera. She knows how happy you are to see her, she has to! Why is she angry? "Mon3tr, stop hassling the guards." You're not hassling them! You pout in a way that only she can recognize. The guards tense up, preparing to ready their pathetic weapons. "The surgical theatre is a sterile environment, free of contaminants by necessity. Your very nature would put the patient at risk. Go for a walk or something."

Walk? You don't have legs, at best, you could- "Or float. Or whatever. Patrol the halls if you need to. Just stop harassing the guards. They're enough." She can't read your thoughts. Or quite understand your words, for that matter. Nevertheless, her ability to read your body language continues to please you. At least someone can understand. A resigned chitter, rocks grinding against rocks, seems to only further unsettle the two life forms assigned to protect her for today. It's not for them, though. The sole woman who understands gives a sigh and waves you off as she retreats to the only place you can't reach her. "I'll be out in a few hours, anyway. Just keep yourself busy."

It wasn't a few hours.

It was twenty.

Twenty hours of long, grueling, high-precision work. You can feel her heart rate escalate over time as she ingests her plant-based ichor. She says it helps, but it only ever makes her more irritated. You grumble your deep, earthy growl as a ceramic cup reaches her lips. "Don't lecture me. The paperwork for a failed operation is going to keep me up another hour or two, I need this." It's not going to be two, it will be six. Her entire body is attempting to shut down into a rest cycle to preserve function, and still, she resists her biological needs. Admirable, you think, even if it's foolish.

Your job is to protect Doctor Kal'tsit from all threats. The largest threat to her at this moment is, undoubtedly, herself. Calculations run in your head. The black ichor in her cup is causing harm, and must be disposed of. The most efficient way to render it inert would be the destruction of its vessel, the ceramic that contains it. As you raise your razor-sharp claw, a command comes at once; not from her words, but from her eyes. You are an immortal weapon comprised of a substance that is neigh indestructible by any force known by these biological life forms. For the first time in your very, very long existence, you know fear. Doctor Kal'tsit may not possess the means to destroy you, but in one glance you know that she will do far far worse if you act to preserve her.

You do not. Mess. With Kal'tsit's coffee.

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People experimenting with speculums should take similar precautions to doctors to ensure safe, hygienic play. Dominants should wash their hands, wear surgical gloves, and wipe down the speculum with an alcohol swab to sanitize it before insertion. While making speculum play hygienic, it also makes the play feel more realistic. You can also sanitize stainless steel speculums with boiling water or by running them through the dishwasher.

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I Won’t Let Go

Ruben x Reader fluff

Helping Ruben cope with a seizure, giving him lots of cuddles and comfort afterwards.

For my dear @broteinshake69 , based on this post.

Word Count: 3611

^ I am incapable of writing short one-shots :)

TW: None

I am not a neuroscientist, nor have I ever had a seizure, so I hope you can excuse the pseudoscience and inaccurate depiction x)

Les go

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A soft, familiar squelch filled his ears as the scalpel cut cleanly through the brain. Each incision was made with practiced precision, every wave of the small knife deliberate. He’d done this so many times before, it was second nature by now. Dissect, record, kill, dissect, record, he’d done it since he’d freed himself from beneath his parent’s thumbs. Since he got out of the basement. Ironic, now that he’d set up his main lab there.

Today was no different, though Ruben had chosen to focus on one particular part of the brain; the cerebellum. It sat lower on the organ, closer to the brainstem, meaning he often had to kill his subjects to get to it. No matter, the data was more than worth it. And it was there waiting for him, a wellspring of neurotransmitters and chemical reactions. The mind’s response to his live dissections etched into the stone walls of chemistry.

With one final, satisfying cut, the gelatinous glob fell from the rest of the organ, the gentle weight falling into a gloved hand. Ruben placed it onto its own tray, shoving the rest of the brain into a corner. He’d have to discard it before it began to rot, but that could wait. His scarred fingers twitched with the anticipation of new data. His creation, STEM, was nearly ready for its first prototype, he was so close.

Standing, he went to retrieve the rest of the tools he’d need, listing them off as he removed his gloves; syringes, sharper scalpels, a microscope. Things he preferred not cluttering his desk while he worked on getting the parts he needed. Sometimes he could work on the surgical tables marking the center of his ‘exam rooms’, but alas, he still needed to dispose of the body, too. Something that only served to waste his time, which could be spent doing research.

He grunted with the weight of some of the equipment, his hands sending dull shocks of pain up his arms. Ruben had years to cope with the weakness of his body after the fire, but it was moments like these that made him grit his teeth in silent rage. That day had rendered his existence one of constant pain and strife, and he was loath to be reminded of such.

Though that rage quickly simmered down, burning with a low heat in his chest. That was why he was doing this research, after all. His body, his life…his sister. What he lost, he would get back.

One subject, one dissection, one brain at a time.

Ruben let out a tense sigh, his robe catching the stale air as he spun around, awkwardly walking back to his desk with the bulky microscope cradled in his hands. He only wished it wasn’t taking so long. His project was years in the making, and he knew it would take years more for it to come to fruition. Truthfully, he was frustrated by it all. He was tired of living this joke.

The microscope hit his desk with a dull thud, the scars on his hands and fingers aching from the excursion. He shook them out, flexing his fingers to tame the soreness in his joints. The day was still young, and he was determined to make the most of it.

Ruben picked up his scalpel, positioning the cerebellum so his cuts would be clean along its length. To get the proper images, he’d need slices as thin as hairs, which meant there was little room for error. Too thick and he wouldn’t be able to see what he was looking for, too thin and there wouldn’t be enough to work with. He would be injecting them with dye, which in turn would react with the various chemicals throughout the soft tissue, changing the dye’s color. Crude methods, certainly, but they delivered the desired results. The way the brain coped with such high levels of stress, fear, and pain - he would have that as his prize.

Or, at least that was the plan. Plans which came to a grinding halt when Ruben found himself unable to move his arm or hand.

Puzzled, he furrowed his brow, glancing at the offending limb. It was frozen in midair, scalpel raised, as if stuck in time. He tried to force it into motion, but it didn’t budge, the muscles stiffened without his consent. Frustrated, he turned his attention back to the brain on his desk, hoping his muscles would relax after a moment. It wasn’t unusual for his body to just give out on him, much to his annoyance, but with any luck, it would pass after a few moments.

Ruben was caught off guard though, when his vision began to swim. He couldn’t focus on any one thing, all of it smearing into a watery mess of indistinguishable colors. He blinked rapidly, trying to clear his muddy eyes, but there was no relief.

He heard a distinct clatter, that of metal striking metal. He’d dropped his scalpel, it took him too long to realize. He hadn’t even felt it, couldn’t perceive as his fingers closed around nothing. He could feel his breaths becoming frantic, his body not listening to his commands. The colors warped, shifted and melded, until everything began to go dark…

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You knew something wasn’t right when you heard a metallic tink as you were coming down the basement stairs. The place was usually home to similar sounds, that of Ruben exchanging one tool for another while he worked, but this time it sounded different. Louder, more chaotic, like something had been dropped. That wasn’t like him - Ruben was meticulous, and took great care of his equipment. It wasn’t like him to be careless.

You’d been on your way down to deliver some water when you heard it. Ruben had trouble remembering his own physical needs while he was working, meaning more often than not, that duty fell to you. You made sure he stayed hydrated, and had something to eat if he got hungry between meals. He feigned irritation, stubborn as he was about being able to take care of himself, but you knew he appreciated what you did. The glasses were always empty when you came back to retrieve them, and his supply of snacks was always steadily depleting. While he didn’t approve of you being in his lab for long, he allowed you these short visits.

Besides, you always sweetened the deal by giving him a quick kiss before you went back upstairs, and you both knew Ruben couldn’t refuse you when you did that.

All such pretense went down the drain when you heard the strange noise, your heart jumping a little. You hurried the rest of the way down, dropping off the glass on a random table when you reached the bottom. Without hesitation, you barged into the room he was working in, not caring if he got mad at you for the intrusion. He was standing before his desk on the far wall, hand poised above a pink blob on a tray. Part of a brain, you supposed, but you hadn’t the foggiest idea which piece.

More worryingly, Ruben hadn’t acknowledged you when you came in. You tilted your head at him quizzically.

“Ruben?” You said, voice meek as you tentatively stepped forward. He offered no response, which only made your concern grow. Upon getting closer, you noticed a slight tremble to his form.

“Ruben? Ruben, what's wrong?” You said, more frantic now. You’d never seen him act like this, and you hadn’t a clue what could be causing him to do so.

You reached out a hand to steady him. His trembling only seemed to be getting worse.

Before you could graze the fabric of his robe with your fingers, his legs appeared to give out. Eyes widening, you jumped forward to catch him, yelping as he dragged you down to the floor with his weight. You collapsed in a tangled heap, Ruben’s body cushioned by your own. The concrete was cold, unforgiving as it bit into your tailbone.

Recovering from the tumble, you looked down at the man in your lap, opening your mouth to ask more questions. You just as quickly froze, feeling Ruben’s body twitch and convulse in your lap. The blood drained from your face, heart in your throat as you watched his body jerk violently.

Seizure, your brain offered through its panic.

“Fuck,” you muttered, setting Ruben gently down on the floor, mind whirling with what you were supposed to do.

He’d warned you this was a possibility. When you two started a relationship, he’d given you a laundry list of various complications that arose from his injuries. Numbness, trouble with temperature regulation, limited movement, muscle stiffness, and yes, seizures were on that list. He told you they happened more often when he was a boy, his body unable to cope with the loss of so much tissue. They didn’t happen as much anymore, but they would never fully go away. There was always a chance of one happening.

Too great a chance, you thought, ripping off your shirt and putting it under his head. He’d given you some basic instructions on what to do if he ever went into such a state, back when he explained all this. It was a bit hard to concentrate though, heart like a drum as you watched him seize.

Safety, safety first, you reminded yourself, spotting a scalpel close by - the one he dropped, you presumed. You quickly snatched it away from him, setting it on his desk so he wouldn’t cut himself. Next, you remembered him telling you to time his seizures, to make sure they didn’t last too long. You grabbed at your phone with shaky fingers, fumbling with the device until you finally got a timer going. Make sure he’s breathing, don’t hold him down, keep things out of his mouth, your mind recited the list, mentally checking off each one as you did it.

His last instruction, stay calm, was admittedly quite a bit harder to honor.

How were you supposed to stay calm with your love seizing on the floor?!

What was minutes felt like hours. You sat beside him, feeling useless and scared as you worried your bottom lip between your teeth. Ruben told you these weren’t a huge deal, and you trusted him, but being in the presence of it was something else entirely. You felt like you should be able to do more, make it less torturous somehow, but the logical part of you knew you couldn’t. Now it was just about waiting.

Slowly, his muscles began to settle, the spasms happening less often, their strength waning. You spared a look at his face, frowning at the grimace still on it. You hoped he wasn’t in pain. You peeked at the timer; 1 minute 40 seconds, it read.

You let out an anxious breath, rocking back on your shins. Not a medical emergency, then, if it was already clearing up. For that at least, you were grateful.

A deep groan filled the room, and your attention snapped back to Ruben. He was finally starting to regain consciousness, squeezing his eyes tightly shut against the fluorescent bulbs overhead. Once you were sure it was safe, you scooped him up into your lap, cradling his head and shoulders while you softly whispered his name. You nudged his nose with your own, trying to get him to open his eyes. You needed to know he was okay. His flesh was cold, and you held him firmly, giving him as much of your warmth and comfort as you could.

Eventually, it worked. Ruben groaned again, a deep, pained sound, eyelids parting a crack to look up at you. They looked glassy, like he’d abruptly been awoken from a deep sleep. You gave his shoulders a light squeeze, delicately stroking the scarred side of his face while his good side pressed against your chest.

“Ruben, are you okay?” You asked gently, looking at him with clear worry etched into your face.

He blinked at you a few times, taking a moment to process your words.

“I…What happened?” He croaked, his voice horse. You’d have to remember to make him drink something.

“You had a seizure,” was your simple reply. You tried your best to sound calm, but your voice wavered as you spoke, giving you away. “I did my best to keep you safe and comfortable.”

Ruben studied your face for a moment before he nodded stiffly, his attention leaving you to scan the room.

“And where…are we?” He asked.

Ah, the confusion. You remembered he told you that was the most common symptom. Seizures almost always left their victims confused and disoriented.

“We’re in your lab, at the manor,” you told him. He seemed pleased with that answer, the last of the stiffness leaving him as he relaxed into you. Your heart melted as he nuzzled his face into your sternum, blinking lazily as he let out a contented sigh.

Loath as you were to move him, you knew this wasn’t the best place for him to rest.

“Hey,” you kissed his forehead to get his attention. Those pale irises snapped to you instantly; he couldn’t resist your touch. “I’ll take you to bed, okay?” You waited for a response, and after another nod, you continued. “Do you want me to get your wheelchair, or can you stand?”

His nose wrinkled at the mention of his chair. You knew he hated it, hated how much it reminded him how weak his body was, but with mobility being a common issue, he needed to keep it around. You wished for his sake he used it more often, but you never pushed the matter.

“I can walk,” he said quickly. He didn’t need the help, he could do it himself.

To prove his point, he tried to sit up. Tried, being the operative word. His adam’s apple bobbed with anguished grunts as his muscles screamed in protest. Everything was sore, like he’d just run a marathon in sweltering heat. His teeth ground together as he slumped forward, head hung as he fought down a wave of nausea.

“Hey,” you said again, supporting his back so he wouldn’t fall and hit his head. “Don’t push yourself. I’ll take you as far as I can, but if you need the wheelchair, please just ask for it. Now is not the time to be stubborn.”

Ruben huffed at you, but he knew he was in no position to argue. “Fine,” he hissed, letting you loop his arm behind your neck. With a quick countdown, you were able to hoist him up, both of you stumbling a little as you found your footing. His scars pressed up against you as he used you for support, and you did your best not to cause them any unnecessary irritation. After making sure Ruben was okay, you began your slow, awkward hobble up to the second floor.

It was a long, arduous process. One made almost entirely in silence, both of you struggling to put one foot in front of another. Only two questions from him broke the silence on your journey there: how long was the seizure, and why weren’t you wearing a shirt. You had to stifle a laugh at the second one, but you answered them honestly. It wasn’t long before you reached the bedroom, causing you both to sag in relief. You had to kick the door open, leading him inside as gravity shut it behind you.

He plopped onto the sheets heavily, panting from the pain plaguing his joints. You sat down next to him, taking his hand in yours, rubbing his knuckles with your thumb to sooth him. You couldn’t begin to imagine how hard something as simple as walking must be after that, especially with his burns already making movement difficult. Your own shoulders were sore from holding him up, but it was a small price to pay if it lessened his own suffering, even if only a little.

After a pause, Ruben sighed, lifting his head to stare at the wall opposite you.

“This is pointless,” he grumbled, turning to meet your gaze. “I’ll be fine in a few minutes. I should be back in the lab.”

Your brows drew down at that, eyes narrowing. Even for him, that was an insane notion. You leaned forward, placing a single finger on his charred nose.

“Liar,” you accused sternly. “I know you want to do more, but you’re in no condition to be running experiments. You need to rest.”

Ruben scowled, removing your hand from his face. “I need to get back to work. I’ve lost enough time as it is.”

You scowled back at him, a harsh rebuttal on the tip of your tongue, but you stopped yourself. The expression just as quickly dissolved, replaced by worry and sorrow. You knew how important his work was to him, you knew what he’d done to obtain it. Aside from you, it was everything to him.

“I know,” you said softly. You pushed the hood of his robe down, revealing his scarred, hairless face. You ran your hand along the edge of his jawline, admiring how handsome he looked like that. “I know it means a lot to you…I just don’t want you to hurt yourself.” He gave you an incredulous look, but you weren’t finished. “I know you’d stay down there every waking moment if you could, and I don’t fault you for that. But I can’t stand the thought of finding you impaled on your own equipment, or one of your subjects getting out because a seizure impaired your judgment. I don’t want to think about what could happen to you if you don’t give yourself a break. So if you can’t do it for yourself, can you at least do it for me?”

Ruben didn’t say anything at first, his eyes rolling over your face while you stroked his own. Part of you expected him to keep arguing; after all, he’d survived this long without you.

Instead, it hardly took a moment before his features began to soften, and he melted into your touch. His eyes closed in sweet bliss as you traced his scars with a loving reverence, basking in the way you worshiped his body.

“Alright,” he breathed. When he looked at you, his eyes were filled with a subtle adoration. “I’ll rest. But only if you promise to stay with me.”

Your face lit up at his condition, smiled brightly at him. You leaned forward, brushing his lips with yours.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” you purred, smirking as his pupils widened with desire, a tiny shiver rippling across his skin. God, how easily he became putty in your hands.

Before he got any ideas though, you pulled away, wordlessly tugging at the sleeves of his robe. You both knew it would only catch on his scars while he was under the covers, so it needed to come off. He let you carefully remove it, not a word uttered from either of you as you threw it over your shoulder. You’d deal with it in the morning.

Averting your gaze from his bare chest, heat rushing to your cheeks, you wormed your way back onto the bed, flopping down onto your back. As an afterthought, you unclasped your bra, pulling your arms through it as you tossed it onto the floor. Like hell you were going to sleep in that. Satisfied, you beckoned Ruben to join you, holding out your hand invitingly.

Unfortunately, he was a tad busy, staring wide eyed at your form, to notice. He still wasn’t used to seeing such things, even after living together with you for months.

“No funny business,” you teased, lightly pulling on his arm to make him lay down.

His eyes flicked up and down, meeting yours before admiring you again.

“No promises,” he smirked.

You scoffed, pulling on him enough to finally coax him into action. He hesitantly crawled over you, lowering himself as you wrapped your arms around his waist. He let out another happy sigh as your breasts squished against his flesh, so soft, so warm. You traced along his spine with the pads of your fingers as he buried himself in the crook of your neck, letting your chin rest atop his head. Legs intertwining, he gently clutched at your shoulders while you pulled the blankets over your bodies. You smiled at the feeling of the dual textures of his rough, burnt skin and the smooth, untouched parts of it. The buttons of Ruben’s pants dug into your thigh, but you hardly noticed, instead enjoying this moment of affection between the two of you. You knew you were likely to wake up alone, Ruben having gone back to his lab, so you were going to savor this as long as you could.

As his breathing began to even out, you placed a few final kisses on the crown of his head.

“Rest now, my love,” you whispered, hands continuing their ministrations. “Rest, and I might just let you go back to work tomorrow.”

“As if you could stop me,” Ruben quipped, but his speech was slurred, his heart not in it. Shortly after, his breathing slowed considerably, and you knew he was fast asleep. He must’ve been exhausted; he didn’t usually fall asleep so fast.

Happy he was heeding your words, you closed your eyes, determined to follow suit. You imagined sitting by him in the music room, Ruben expertly plucking a melancholy tune from his piano as you drifted off to sleep.

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It’s been way too fucking long since I posted any fanfics, I almost forgot how I even format my own posts >.<

Anyway, more Ruben x Reader fluff in the future.

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Autopsy Reference Page

A little intro:

I worked in a morgue for about a year as an autopsy assistant / intern. I have a portfolio and a certificate and everything. I've seen a lot of character designs with autopsy scars in them and stories with autopsies featured as a major event and wanted to provide some information on how autopsies through the justice system work, specifically FROM MY EXPERIENCE. This will not apply to private autopsies, though I will include a little bit of what I know about those at the end of this post.

If you are sensitive to gore, go ahead and skip this page. If you like writing gore or learning more about this stuff, welcome!

First thing's first: Who approves an autopsy?

Generally, it is the District Attorney. A DA will approve an autopsy for the following reasons:

It's a suspicious death

It was caused by the victim (self-inflicted)

It was an obvious homicide

It falls under the conditions stated in the state's constitution or laws

What conditions could those be?

This is going to sound really morbid, but most states have a clause that dictates any deaths in which the decedent is under 12 months of age must be autopsied. That's the biggest reason cited in laws outside of criminal justice cases.

Who performs an autopsy?

The people performing the actual evisceration are called Medical Examiners. In order to be a medical examiner, you must have a Medical Doctorate and be board certified in Forensic Pathology.

The Medical Examiner will also have a team of Forensic Pathology Technicians that help them before, during, and after evisceration. They often consist of both Dry Techs and Wet Techs. The difference between the two is that Dry Techs do not dress out in personal protective equipment (PPE) and will log things in whichever system the lab utilizes. Wet Techs assist in the autopsy by taking x-rays, removing organs, and weighing the organs.

What is PPE?

Standard PPE consists of a plastic gown, double disposable gloves to the wrist, disposable gloves to the elbow, boot covers, a surgical mask, a face shield, and what is known as a bouffant cap (the hair net / cap things you see surgeons wear in tv shows and movies).

The order I always put my PPE on was: boot covers, gown (with thumbs through the thumb holes), gloves #1, face mask, bouffant cap, gloves #2, face shield, elbow gloves.

Let's get into what you guys are really here for:

What does a standard autopsy look like?

So I like to make a distinction between these three stages: pre-autopsy, autopsy, post-autopsy.

Pre-autopsy is everything that happens before the body is open. This includes:

Weighing the gurney with the body bag on it

Moving the body bag from the gurney to the autopsy table

Taking pictures of the body bag BEFORE the seal is opened

Cutting the seal

Taking pictures of the body in the bag

Moving the body out of the bag

Taking more photos of the front, side, back, arms, and hands

Drawing toxicology (blood, urine, vitreous)

Taking fingerprints

The autopsy is when the Y-incision is created and the following occurs:

The organs of the thoracic cavity are taken, weighed, and eviscerated

The organs of the abdominopelvic cavity are taken, weighed, and eviscerated

The head is opened and the brain is taken, weighed, and eviscerated

The pituitary gland is removed

The esophagus and tongue are taken, weighed, and eviscerated

All organs are placed into a plastic bag

Post-autopsy includes:

Moving the body back to the bag

Placing the bag inside the thoracic cavity

Stitching the Y-incision closed

Cleaning any instruments used

Cleaning all surfaces, including the autopsy table and sink

Mopping the floor

In my experience, some of the things done during pre-autopsy, such as drawing toxicology and fingerprinting, can be done during the actual autopsy.

Why is toxicology important?

Toxicology is how we gain DNA and fluids for testing. Vitreous (fluid from the eyes) and Urine (fluid from the bladder) can be tested for metabolism of ethanol (alcohol) and other substances. Blood is used in testing for things like ethanol (alcohol) and CO (carbon monoxide) as well as DNA for identification.

Why do we need blood for identification?

In homicide cases, two forms of scientific identification are necessary. The order of importance / credibility of DNA collection is:

Visual identification - if they have an ID on them and we can tell that they are the person on the ID

Blood - a blood stain card is taken to test for identity

Fingerprints

Dental - if we have NOTHING ELSE, a forensic odontologist is called in to compare dental records to the teeth of the decedent

Little facts:

We do the Y-incision specifically for the funeral homes

Anything that you die with that the police doesn't collect for the family before the autopsy is put in holding until your body is released to the funeral home - including money

When blood has CO in it, it becomes a dark cherry red

Different needle sizes are used for drawing toxicology. The smallest size used is a 25-gauge. The largest is a 16-gauge.

Blood is drawn in this order: femoral (thigh), pericardial (around the heart), cardiac (in the heart)

Private autopsies are costly, ranging from $3000 to $5000

i think that's everything important. If you have any questions, have any additions, or find that this helped, send me an ask and let me know!

Be free!!!

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Angel of small death

Pairing: Senju Akashi x f!reader

Genre: SMAU

Warnings: Canon divergent, profanity, ooc, gay agenda, mentions of an autopsy, mentions of corpses, drawing blood

Synopsis: Y/n is a Bonten executive, cold and efficient, until she meets the youngest Akashi sibling.

pt. 1 | masterlist

You rolled out your neck as you pulled up into the parking lot, sighing.

Grabbing your bag and coat, you exit the car, locking it up before pulling on the car door to check it truly was locked, humming softly when you found it truly is.

The last time you didn’t, Sanzu put a skeleton in a thong in the back seat.

You walked into the giant building, considering if you should go up and alert Mikey that you did come, but deciding otherwise, instead taking a sharp left to go into the stairwell, to the morgue in the basement.

It was designed specifically for you, prepped with any and all equipment you may need, alongside giant speakers you talked Koko into allowing you to install.

Entering the cold, clinical room as you turned on the lights, you greeted the skeleton in the corner, a medical prop you decided is your favourite person in this building as you glanced at the headless corpse on the slab, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

It couldn’t possibly be that easy.

“Hi, big guy.” Shrugging, you left your bag and phone on the table, taking off the suit jacket and fingerless gloves you were wearing to be replaced with a lab coat and disposable medical gloves, rummaging through your desk drawers to retrieve a surgical mask and a clean needle for drawing blood.

Turning on some music, you got to work.

Your job was far from easy, but it was simple.

Sometimes, Bonten didn’t want to get rid of a body, sometimes, they wanted to send a message, a threat to the police or their enemies, and that is where you stepped in.

You job was to make sure, when those corpses end up on a police coroner’s table, there is nothing of note to be found, not a single thing that could point to their last moments, their whereabouts, hell, not even their last meal.

“Let’s see what the fuck is up with you.” Humming as you carefully drew the blood with some difficulty, you raised the vial to the bright LED lights, observing it.

Bingo.

“Boss! I’m done with the job.” Walking into Mikey’s office, you barely even reacted at the rest of the executives being there, mind hazed and half dead, “I’ll go home now. I’m tired.”

You’ve had trouble sleeping for years now, unable to sleep no matter how many pills you took unless you felt like you’ll pass out, something you were glad your boss and the rest of executives understood, having given them rather traumatising experience after the one time they found you sleeping on the autopsy table.

You apparently gave Koko a heart attack, and he has since made sure all of them have a couch in their office for you to crash on.

Mikey looked up from his phone, nodding curtly.

“Sure, go rest. You did well, thank you.”

Ran hopped up the opportunity, taking your bag and coat from your hands, hands digging inside the coat pockets until he found your car keys.

“I’ll drive you.” He offered, and you didn’t have the heart or the energy to say no.

You went into your profession to avoid speaking to people as much as possible, and yet all your coworkers persisted on bothering you.

“You look too tired, pale too, have you eaten? Insomnia again?” Kakucho asked you, quirking an eyebrow.

Sanzu pulled out his phone.

“I’ll order something to your address.”

“Thanks.” Softly bowing your head, you followed Ran outside the room, closing the doors behind you.

You barely even noticed the short, young woman sat next to Sanzu and Rindou, peering at you through her long eyelashes in curiosity.

. . . next

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Rosemary's Mother

Rosemary Winters (RE8), Lady Dimitrescu (RE8)/Larissa Weems (Wednesday)

Notes/Warning/Summary: Part 4 - the final? Not sure. I've thought about a part 5 introducing Lady Dimitrescu to Larissa's former roomate...maybe later. Anyway they rented a U-Haul and bought a shiny new breeding kink as a housewarming present. NSFW 18+ Also, warning for canonically typical violence (resident evil)...@enchantressb hope you enjoy the wrap party.

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Larissa rushed from the former Gates Mansion on her way to find Rose, failing to notice the black car that followed after her. Chad was apparently not happy with Rose having boundaries and voicing them. Larissa would be happy to help her make herself clear.

She came upon them stopped on the side of the highway. Rosemary appeared to be trying to walk away from Chad down the shoulder but he'd grabbed her arms and was refusing to allow her to leave. They were struggling.

Suddenly Chad was thrown back. He hit the side of his truck hard and stood up visibly angrier. He grabbed a tire iron from the bed of his truck as Larissa pulled in behind them. She gasped when she saw him hit Rose with it.

As she exited her vehicle she heard the crunch of gravel behind her as a car pulled in and stopped. She turned to see a black Rolls Royce. Larissa would prefer to deal with problems involving her students privately but maybe the driver would offer assistance if Chad continued to be a problem.

Larissa heard Chad scream and turned back quickly to see a dragon like creature where Rose had previously been. Was she a shapeshifter in addition to her telekinesis? Chad panicked at the sight in front of him and opened the door to his vehicle. He leaned in and when he turned back he was holding a gun.

Larissa started to scream no at him as she broke into a run but someone else screeched loudly from behind her. "No! You stupid little man thing!" Alcina rushed past Larissa as she heard the gun shot.

The dragon formerly known as Rose roared in pain as her mother arrived at Chad. She instantly impaled him on the enormous set of claws that extended from the end of her hand. She lifted him into the air and snarled, "I'll tear you to ribbons you filthy thing! How dare you lay your hands on my daughter!"

The dragon became Rose once again as Larissa ran over to her. She scooped her up off the pavement and placed her scarf over the wound on her abdomen. While she ran back to the van, she saw out of the corner of her eye, Alcina tossing in the boy into the air and slicing his throat and chest open as she continued to rage.

Larissa opened the back of the van and removed the panel where the spare tire was normally kept. The school employed a maintenance worker who provided roadside assistance so Larissa had converted the space into a supply closet of sorts for purposes similar to this one.

Larissa removed a first aid kit and sat on the ground cradling Rose as she applied a bandage and gauze while dialing the school's doctor with her free hand. She balanced the phone against her shoulder as she asked Dr. Frank to stop by the Gates Mansion to treat Rose.

Alcina arrived to find Larissa tending the girls wounds while talking on the phone. "Rose? Is she alright?" Larissa looked up and lifted the girl towards her. Alcina gathered her in her arms as Larissa stood. "Baby? Draga? Are you alright? Mommy's here."

When she looked back at Larissa she found her wearing gloves and a surgical cap. She was exchanging her heels for disposable booties and removing what appeared to be a body bag. "Alcina take her back home. I've asked Dr. Frank to stop by. He's been with me for fifteen years and I trust him with my students completely." She grabbed a gas can from the van.

Alcina stared dumbly at her. She'd expected Larissa to flee in a panic and report them to the police. Instead she appeared to be getting ready to dispose of a body and burn the scene. "Go!" Alcina snapped out of it. She bent down quickly placing a kiss on Larissa's lips before turning and carrying Rose to their car.

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A few hours later, Larissa arrived at Lady Dimitrescu's new home to find Dr. Frank waiting for her in the foyer. "Is she alright?" "Yes, but it was curious." "Oh?" "Yes, the girl has regenerative powers. I had to reopen the wound to remove the bullet. It had already closed over. Also, I struggled to convince the girl's mother to allow her to stay in bed for the needed rest. She kept trying to hold the girl like a small child."

Larissa smiled, "Thank you, Dr. Frank. I can always count on you." He patted her arm. "I'm happy to help you protect the students Larissa." "Good evening doctor." "Good evening."

Larissa knocked gently on the bedroom door. "Come in," Alcina called. Larissa entered to find the covers thrown down on the girl's bed. Alcina was sitting by the fire with the girl in her lap.

She was wearing a black silk robe with a black silk and lace negligee underneath. It revealed a great deal of Lady Dimitrescu's cleavage. Rose was nestled on top of her mother's chest wearing striped pajamas; one hand was curled into the fabric of Alcina's open robe.

"Is she alright Cina?" She looked up and smiled at her. "Yes, she will be." Larissa walked over and brushed the girl's hair away from her eyes as she slept. "I didn't think you'd come back after what I did to the boy." Larissa stared at her a moment. "I understand your instincts. I will do anything to protect my students and my school." A pause. "Anything."

Larissa leaned down and placed a kiss in Rosemary's hair. "I'll stop by and check on her again tomorrow. Goodnight Cina." "Goodnight floare mica." Alcina stared thoughtfully at the door after Larissa had gone. She was a little worried that she might be falling in love with the woman.

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The following day, Alcina stood in the kitchen in a floor length black dress with a white apron on top. She held Rose cradled against her hip with one arm while she added more Burgundy to the beef bourguignon. She stirred it and bounced Rose lightly as she noticed her watching closely.

"Mommy?" "Yes, sweetling?" "When did you learn to cook? I know you had staff as a child." "I used to sneak into the kitchens when I was bored. I watched the cook work and she eventually offered to show me. Mother discouraged it. She said it was unladylike. So, I became more interested. I don't do it often anymore but since you're home I thought it would be nice to cook for you."

Rose wrapped her arms around her mother's neck and pulled her in, kissing her on the cheek. Alcina hummed happily. "I've missed you mommy." Alcina pulled her in kissing each cheek, her forehead, her nose, and her lips. "I've missed you too sweetling." "You two are precious."

They turned to see Larissa standing in the doorway holding a bouquet of roses and lilies. Rosemary blushed. She enjoyed her mother's affections privately but she was a little embarrassed to have a witness to the fact that her mother still treated her like a small child when she was fifteen. Alcina failed to notice.

"Care to join us draga?" "Sounds lovely. How are you feeling darling," she asked as Alcina dished their food? "I'm okay now Principal Weems." "Call me Larissa sweetheart. I'm so glad you're alright. You seem to have far more abilities than just the telekinesis we knew about." Rose and Alcina exchanged glances. "Yes...it's a long story."

Alcina and Larissa carried their food to the table. Alcina refused to put Rose down to allow her to help. As they sat down she pulled the girl into her lap and placed her napkin open for her. She moved to feed her but the girl reached out and took the spoon from her. "It's okay. I can do it mother." "Alright sweetling. If you insist." Alcina folded her hands around the girls belly.

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After lunch Rose was put back to bed under protestations. Her mother insisting she rest. Alcina and Larissa retired to the master bedroom for a glass of wine. As soon as the door closed, Larissa was whisked into the air into Alcina's arms and kissed thoroughly.

She broke the kiss to trail down Larissa's neck while walking her toward the bed. "Now, where were we draga?" Larissa was planted softly on the bed as Cina crawled between her legs. She peppered her milky white skin with kisses as she unbuttoned the top of her dress and pulled it down her shoulders. "Oh I think I remember, I was looking forward to the taste of you."

She pulled the straps of Larissa' bra down and reached beneath her to unclasp it. Kissing further down and engulfing one of her breasts in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the nipple causing Larissa to gasp and arch her back into Alcina.

Alcina pulled back enough to remove the remainder of Larissa's dress, leaving only her red lace panties. Alcina ran her palm gently over Larissa's ribs, belly, and hips. "Magnificent floare mica."

"Chubby? you mean," Larissa said disapprovingly gazing down at the middle age spread of her stomach from years of sitting behind her desk. "Perfect," Alcina stated firmly while continuing to caress her. She leaned down and enveloped Larissa in a kiss to cut off any disagreement on the subject.

Larissa stared at her for a moment when they broke the kiss. "You, my lady, are far too clothed." Alcina chuckled before leaning down to allow Larissa to unclasp the top of her dress and unzip as much of it as she could. Alcina stood and allowed the dress to pool at her feet.

Larissa marvelled at Alcina's physique as she stood in front of her in a matched set of gray lingerie and gray thigh highs. Alcina unclasped and removed her bra, freeing her breasts. Larissa propped up on her elbows with her mouth watering at the sight of the powerful muscles in Alcina's shoulders, arms, and abs rippling beneath her skin.

She was incredibly strong. Larissa was used to feeling tall and awkward with her lovers but Alcina could throw her up into the air as though she were weightless. The combination of incredible strength, amazing curves, and a great set of tits was incredibly sexy and it had Larissa drenched from just watching her undress.

Alcina slipped out of her panties and thigh highs standing fully nude before turning to her night stand and removing her strap. She stepped into the harness and secured the cock into place. "Better?" Larissa made grabby hands at her.

Alcina chuckled as she climbed back onto the bed. She dipped her head and kissed Larissa's clothed cunt. She inhaled the scent of her core and her eyes glowed hungrily. She reached up and gently pulled the the panties down revealing the glistening pink core beneath.

Alcina dipped her hands beneath Larissa's thighs and wrapped them up and over laying her palms over her hip bones. She gently pulled her forward licking the length of her opening and savoring the taste of the slick inside.

Larissa's head dropped back and both women moaned at the same time. Alcina wasted no time in pressing her face in and slipping her tongue inside. Larissa was shocked at how deeply Alcina's tongue reached inside of her. She licked up along the inside wall of Larissa's cunt and found the little rough patch pressing the tip of her tongue against it.

Larissa moaned loudly, "Oh gah! Cina!" She grabbed two fistfuls of bedding and wrapped her legs over Alcina's shoulders, squeezing her thighs on the sides of her head. Alcina continued her onslaught, worrying the sensitive spot again and again with the tip of her tongue. "Cina! Cina! Please! I...ohh!"

Larissa's whole body tingled and she felt the coil in her belly pull tight. Her neck and chest were flushed red and she was gulping in large mouthfuls of air. "Please! I need!" Alcina hummed approvingly and the sensation vibrated through her. Larissa threw her head back and came in Alcina's mouth. Alcina devoured her.

Larissa's legs dropped bonelessly from Alcina's shoulders. Alcina placed a kiss on the small nest of curls atop Larissa's mound, before working her way up, kissing below her belly button, up her belly, and on each breast. She rested her nose and lips against Larissa's sternum. "You were worth the wait draga. Thank you."

Larissa hummed and reached down pulling Alcina up and into a kiss where she could taste herself inside. Alcina lined the strap up at Larissa's entrance. Larissa broke the kiss and tucked her face into Alcina's neck. Alcina reached behind her and cradled her head gently in her palm.

"Be a good girl and take me in Rissa," she whispered as she pressed into her. Larissa's overly sensitive cunt sent an electric shock wave rolling over her body as Alcina began to gently thrust into her.

Larissa reached up weakly and placed her hands on the muscles of Alcina's biceps. It felt like being held in place by a pair of steel cables. She gripped as tightly as she could as Alcina began fucking her harder. "You're doing so well draga. So perfect."

Alcina rolled them over pulling Larissa up into her lap. She wrapped her arms around her hips and bounced her up and down on her cock. Larissa offered no resistance, enjoying the sensation of allowing Alcina to use her however she pleased.

She lolled her head back as Alcina sucked kisses along her neck, shoulders, clavicles, chest, and breasts. She sucked at her nipples and hummed happily when Larissa mewled gently at the sensation. Alcina reached down between them and began circling Larissa's clit gently with her thumb. Larissa ran her hand into Alcina's hair and placed her mouth against the top of her head.

"Please, yes, darling." "Show mother what a good girl you can be," Alcina said with her mouth still pressed against Larissa's breast. She leaned in and gently bit down on her nipple and Larissa pressed her nose into Alcina's curls and groaned as she came.

Alcina rolled them again laying Larissa down gently on her back and kissing her as she leaned over her. "Perfect, floare mica," she smiled down at her while running a thumb over her bottom lip. Larissa pulled her in kissing her deeply before pushing her back and rolling over, climbing up on top of her and resting her head on Alcina's chest.

Alcina wrapped her arms around Larissa holding her in place and gently stroking her back. After a long while, Larissa stirred and began exploring, leaving a trail of kisses along as she went. She grabbed Alcina's right breast, lifting it, and slipping the nipple into her mouth, sucking it gently.

Alcina hummed approvingly. "Did I not sufficiently tire you out floare mica?" "Umhn," Larissa replied around the nipple in her mouth. She let go with a pop and Alcina chuckled at her as she worked her way down. She kissed and caressed the toned muscles of her abs before reaching down and loosening the strap harness, pulling it down to reveal Alcina's core.

Without further warning, she dipped down and licked along her entrance stopping to circle the clit teasingly. "Esti beton draga," Alcina exclaimed in surprise while reaching up to grip the headboard behind her!

Larissa continued to explore while returning again and again to the sensitive bud of Alcina's clit. She slipped a finger inside of her and curled it upwards fucking her. When she felt her getting wetter she slipped a second finger inside and continued her ministrations. Alcina felt her orgasm building.

But Larissa pulled out from inside her and peered up peeking at her over her bosom. "Floare what must I do to convince you to continue?" Larissa wriggled her eyebrows at her while caressing her stomach. "Darling do you know what manner of outcast I am?" Alcina looked confused, not sure why this was relevant at the moment. "Do experience visions or prophecy? I hadn't ever really imagined. Are you a siren?"

Larissa smiled at her while pressing her hips down against her. "No...none of that." Alcina felt a pressure on top of her core. "Draga did you slip on my stra..." she stopped as she looked down. She looked back up at Larissa in surprise. "No..." she said smiling at Cina while reaching down and running her shifted cock along her entrance.

Cina arched an eyebrow at her before reaching behind her and placing a palm on her lower back, pressing in and urging Larissa closer. Larissa took that as her cue to press inside.

As Cina came clenching down on her, Larissa attempted to pull out of her but Cina's hand resumed it's hold on her lower back urging her to stay in place. Larissa followed her over the edge emptying inside of her before collapsing back on top of her.

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Rose woke in her bed with a vision of her mother. She was standing with her legs apart bent over and facing a wooden birthing stool which she was gripping for balance. Larissa stood behind her holding blankets.

"You're doing so well my love. The baby's head has fully crowned. Just a little further." The muscles of Alcina's thighs twitched and she groaned in pain as a mix of blood and amniotic fluid burst out of her around the head of the baby visible between her legs.

Larissa caressed her lower back before quickly placing the blanket in position to catch the screeching mass of gray skin, tentacles, and fluids that slid out of Alcina.

Larissa caught the baby. "She's perfect Cina," Alcina heard her say before Larissa gasped in pain. Alcina looked over her shoulder to see Larissa unbuttoning and opening the top of her dress to reveal the bloody bite mark their baby had just inflicted on the top of her breast.

"Be kind to your mother Althea." "It's alright Cina. She's just hungry," Larissa said as she cradled the baby's head against her so she could latch onto the wound allowing her to feed.

Larissa looked up at Alcina. "We need to cut the cord darling." The vision faded and Rose rolled over looking at the framed photo of she and her mother next to her bed. She imagined a new one with Larissa standing next to Alcina and Althea sitting in Rose's lap. She smiled before snuggling back down into her covers and drifting back to sleep.