#and it’s that one emoji with the buck teeth

[dipperscavern]

"and its the need for him to breed me" IM CRYINF ACTUALLY CRYING

no its okay its okay i'm right there with you

cregan stark x breeding me collab WHEN

- 🔄❄️

IM SORRYYY I CANT HELP MYSELF

tbh. cregan stark x making him a father when?! (all day everyday)

[schnanko]

favorite fact from my new media communications minor: online intimacy isn't shown by the quantity of messages, but the quantity of platforms. i think about this every time my best friend sends me an *nstagram or a T*k T*k or a Sn*p or a text.

[st4rrth0ughts]

Hello! I came across you from the fic Dr. Ratio x quantum tentacles, and since this fic I have been serving on your blog! I absolutely love the way you write!! I also love your ideas, God, they are great! If requests are open ,would it be difficult for you to write a fic about Argenti?No matter what happens!(but I still have an idea about the Knight of Beauty!Reader in this fic)I just love him so madly!😭💞

And if there is an anon emoji feature, can I be "🌾" anon?

(I apologize if there are errors in the text! If you don’t like it, you can ignore it!)

my first anon <33

A/n: im in the middle of a Argenti drabble coincidentally during this req, so i hope you dont mind half swarm monster reader as well :33 tw, cw: monsterfucking, reader is literally half monster, i may not may not have indulged in a little too much twitter art iykyk

breeding Argenti would be lovely, no? 🛡️🌹

Argenti was your fellow knight of beauty. Really, he says Idrilla is the most beautiful, but in your half monster eyes, he's the only beautiful and worthy object of your affection. Even in your freakish state, he came up to you, and proclaimed you the most beautiful person he's set his eyes on. You loved him, more than Idrilla.

He's so cute when your fucking him, he's strong, no doubt, but Aeons, he's so soft when he jerking you off. The way he gently bobs his head when he takes your first length in his mouth, the way his palm gently fists your cock, pretty green eyes welling up with tears as you hit the back of his throat, whining a little as you fist his hair. He diligently takes your other cock into his mouth, somehow only gagging slightly as your hips buck back involuntarily into his mouth. The knight's red hair is sticking to his face as he moans softly around your cocks, his hand reaching down to gently finger his clit as his throat bulges ever so slightly from you. He lets out a soft whimper as he comes, slick dripping down his thigh when you release into his throat, shocking you a little when he swallows it all without gagging. This man, he'll be the death of you.

The way his head throws back when he whimpers out while your forked tongue explores his cunt, spreading his legs wider as he combs his fingers through your hair, thighs trembling as your tongue finds his cervix, letting out a loud sound as you start to fuck it roughly, your sharp fingers tracing over his clit, making him come as he falls back on the mattress weakly, panting heavily as he watches you lick his pussy so tenderly, flushing slightly in embarrassment as you flash him a silly grin. His legs wrap weakly around your waist, his voice softly begging you to fuck him silly. Your two cocks harden again as your features show in all its glory, sharp fangs, glowing red eyes and sharper fingers than your normal ones.

The knight almost regrets it, but at the same time, holy shit, he wouldn't mind being ruined like this every night. You have both your cocks in him, one fucking his ass and the other in his cunt, fucking his cervix silly as he muffled his wails in the pillow, your fingers digging into his waist, piercing his skin, his blood making your instincts go absolutely wild. He trembles as your sharp teeth sink into his neck, drawing blood. Another sharp shriek escapes his throat when he squirts around the cock in his cunt, his eyes rolling back as his back arches into your body. Pulling out the cock in his ass, and shoving it alongside the one in his pussy as his mouth opens in a silent scream as he struggles to take in your length, babbling dumbly about how it was too much. Nonsense, you think as your hips slam into him, fascinated by the loud cries and squeals that comes out of him while he's being pounded into the bed by you.

Pumping load after load into him, his mind is completely hazy, merely filled with the thought of being your pretty mate. He cries out as he squirts around your cocks again for the nth time, fat drops of tears dripping down his face, the knight is drooling as you trace a hand over the bulge of cum and your cocks in the stomach, your instincts to mate going haywire as a low growl escapes your throat. His eyes widen as he feels your knot, as he bucks his hips back onto you, soft pleas and groans of wanting your knot. Well, since he's begging so sweetly, its not in your place to say no, is it?

Yeah, he definitely underestimated it. He's shrieking, choked gasps escaping him as he takes your knot, sobbing as he comes again, his body spasming in pure overstimulation, the lewd sounds coming out of his mouth was unlike anything you've ever heard, it was lovely. Your knot, keeping your seed inside your pretty mate, who's laying limp against the bed, soft sounds of contentment escaping his lips. So pretty. Reaching down, you bite his neck, leaving a mark. The knight shivers slightly, he's yours now. And he wouldn't have it any other way.

[eupheme]

Can you imagine sending Logan nudes lmaooo. If you have any time would you make a little drabble about sending Wade and Logan nudes and their reactions (,:

oooh hi anon, this is so 👀 to think about!! I feel like they would both be incredibly appreciative for sure (just like - knowing you were thinking about them would be such an ego boost for both) - I feel like Wade would be over the moon and so complimentary. and Logan might be a little more old-school. admiring, of course - no one’s sent him something quite like this before. He’d keep it safe - pull it out when he’s really missing you.

I have a little drabble for each below! Just a fun pov of them receiving them 💖 thank you so much for sending this!!

SENDING WADE & LOGAN YOUR ✨PHOTOS ✨

wade wilson x gn!reader | logan howlett x gn!reader

WADE

Wade is out - but it doesn’t matter, not when his sweetie pie snookums is messaging him. As soon as the metal gear alert chimes, he’s peeling away from the group to check your text.

Teeth sinking into knuckles when he sees the pretty picture you sent him - hard enough to bruise if he wasn’t already healing.

All that skin, bared for him to see. Red leather spread out beneath - something resting against your parted lips.

With a tap, it’s already the new background of his phone. Your contact photo as well - his thumbs moving a mile a minute as he texts you.

> baby.

> BABY.

> fuck, you look so fucking good.

> I’m SO fucking hard right now

> Is that my suit? IS THAT BABY KNIFE???

Your messages comes back instantly

> why don’t you come over and see? ❤️

“Fuck, I love you.” He groans, palming himself as he texts something back. Emojis, a random press of letters, he has no idea. Doesn’t fucking matter.

Throwing out the quickest goodbye he’s ever managed as he power-walks through the bar - still talking a mile-a-minute as he passes the shared table.

“Gotta go, listen - Avengers-level stuff here. The Marvel Jesus beacon has been lit, I am legally obligated to answer the call-”

Ignoring the chorus of questions that follow -

Because he’s got somewhere really goddamn important to be.

LOGAN

It’s late, when Logan hear the ping of his cell. His head tilting back on the couch, as he swipes through to his messages.

A breath held, when he sees what you sent him.

He lifts up on an elbow - a confirmation that the door is shut behind him. Keen senses catching the slow breathing in the room behind, before he settles back down.

Phone held close, as he looks at your message again.

He’s used to old, grainy polaroids. A hint of intimacy, tucked into a pocket when he enlisted. It’s nothing compared to this.

Bared skin. So much implied in the way your hand curves - hiding what he wants to see. The peek of his flannel at your wrists, before the rest is cropped with the angle.

An aching swell to his cock, as his hand drops to snake beneath the waistband. Squeezing himself, as he bucks into his palm.

A second, before his thumb is tapping on your contact. He can hear the smile in your voice the second you answer his call.

“You liked it, baby?”

His eyes close at the soft coo of your voice.

“Yeah. Fuck yeah,” He rasps, “You just take that?”

You hum your answer, and his fist tightens. A bitten-back groan, as his eyes close. Picturing the photo again. Picturing you.

“Fuck. Keep going, sweetheart.” Logan groans, “‘m right there with you. Wanna hear you when you come.”

thanks again for sending this! 💖

[tadpolesonalgae]

soft slow sex with helion?

Helion x reader: Sweet Like Peaches[*]

A/N: Give me a melting butter emoji right now 🧈🥞

Warnings: Smut, fingering, tiny bit of biting

Word Count: 1,605

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Quiet sounds of pleasure swap between your mouths, Helion drinking them in like freshly-warmed ambrosia.

His large, dark hands knead the supple skin at your rear, squeezing appreciatively, a noise of guttural need rumbling deep in his chest. Lips quirk up over his own, fingertips splaying across the soft, cream cotton over the broad expanse of his muscled chest, reaching for the golden pin atop one shoulder. With a deft flick, the fabric spills down his body, held tight to his hips by the matching gold belt that’s pressing an indentation into your stomach. Hands grip the lustrous curls of his hair, pulling his mouth closer, tasting him deeper as a quiet moan whispers from your throat—much to his pleasure.

One second, the cool metal of the buckle is grazing the curve of your stomach, then he’s gently pushed you back, mattress dipping as he settles atop you, lips softened in an intimate smile, pulse spiking at the sight.

“Come here,” you mumble, hands outstretched, needing to feel the deep heat of his skin against your own. Helion laughs lowly but obeys, one powerful, golden-snake-wrapped arm sliding beneath your upper back, pulling from the bed as his head dips, mouth opening over your own, tongues pressing together as he settles between your thighs.

Moans begin spilling more steadily, quiet pants as calloused and scar-flecked fingers drag teasingly up the outside of your leg, taking the skirts with him, the colour of peaches dripping sun-warmed honey. Teeth gently nip at your lip, spine arching in response, pulling away to glare at him briefly, dragging another deep laugh from your husband. Your mouth opens to speak, but he’s already sealed himself back over, thousands of tiny, colour-dusted wings fluttering in your lower belly as he slowly drags the tip of his tongue over yours, deep amber eyes searing to your own.

You soften into his hold, melting back as he lays you down, your hands lowering to his belt while his slide beneath the thin golden string at your hips, easing away the sopping fabric. Hot aches blossom across your belly, thighs widening once bare, inviting him to come between them. He pauses, thumb brushing just shy of where you want him, taking his time playing and memorising your scent, your skin.

Desire swells in his darkened gaze, swiping across your clit, pushing lightly in soft circles as he watches the day’s tension roll from your shoulders.

“Helion,” you moan on a breath, hips rolling as his fingers prod at the dip between your thighs. “Not tonight,” you ask quietly, arms slung around broad shoulders. Legs wrap tighter around his hips, pulling him closer with a silent plea.

A charming smile plays on his mouth, thick digits slipping easily between your thighs. “I know it’s been a long day,” he says lowly, atop your lips. “But if you think that means you’re going to get this any quicker, then you’re wrong.” Hips buck, fingers curling and touching, his thumb still easing back and forth over your aching clit. “I need you just as badly honey, but you know as well as I do you’ll be sore in the morning if we don’t do this now.” Heat flushes, relenting as digits continue their thorough exploration, seeking out those spots that make you—

A high-pitched sound of pleasure whines out as he takes his time, enjoying the slight bite of sparkling nails into his forearm.

“Would you like me to stop?” He drawls lowly, amusement dancing across his features as he takes in the roll of your hips, the heat from your cheeks, the wetness of freshly-licked lips. “Only if I get you after,” you breathe shakily, pleasure bubbling. His responding laugh feathers over your lower belly, fluttering at the deep timbre. Finger curls and touch until he’s certain you’re ready for him, no longer squeezing tight but relaxed and wet, dripping around him.

He pulls away, and you whimper at the loss, feeling cold and empty, trying to tighten around something needfully. But then his hands have removed the infuriating golden buckle, cream fabric pulled from powerful muscle in a whisper of cotton. Tongue swipes out over your lips, wanting to drag it over his skin, to taste him as he pushes in.

“A little wider,” he instructs, broad palms gently pushing at your thighs, guiding you further apart. Eyes helplessly flick down, mouth watering at the pearly bead of precum nestled at his tip, full enough to be on the verge of spilling over.

Without thinking, your hand slides down to hold him, thumb swiping his head. Muscle tightens, a low breath groaning from his chest at the sensitivity, watching with a hungry gaze as you raise your hand, licking his flavour away slowly, relishing in his taste.

Helion can’t help himself, lining up with your entrance and dipping his head down, hot mouth opening over your own, greedily taking in the mixed flavours. Thighs part wider, hips raising so he can slide deeper, and those mischievous hands of his cup your rear, squeezing hungrily. Snake up over heated skin, bringing the dress higher, removing it swiftly with familiar ease, tossed aside so he can play and palm your breasts.

A thumb grazes your nipple, soft moans warming his mouth, hips pressing forward until they’re tight to the back of your thighs. Needful noises pant from glossy, parted lips, pupils blown wide with arousal as he sinks deep inside of you. So full you can feel him in your lower belly.

“Helion…!” You moan, teeth prodding at your lower lip, hips rolling onto him, encouraging movement.

Your husband groans roughly, resisting the urge to pin you to his bed and pound into you until one or both of you is passing out. But the way you’re arching is only invitation to those thoughts of his, and he has to close his eyes against the onslaught of arousal. He wants to go slowly, really get you to feel him, every sense carved into your mind like how it happens for him, each detail carefully catalogued within the chambers of knowledge and memory.

It’s only once you’ve again relaxed back into the bed, accustomed to the already intense pleasure that he begins to move. Slow, and languid. One hand cradling your head, spine curving with ecstasy, heat and pleasure twining into something soft and syrupy that’s bubbling away in the pit of your belly.

His hand spans your hip, pulling you back against him as the pace begins to pick up, tracing over your stomach to palm your breast. “You know how much I love these?” He asks lowly, wanting to open his mouth over you.

All you can manage is a dazed moan, urging him to speed up, to deliver you that pleasure and heat that’ll have you fluttering around him. “Please…Helion,” you breathe, back bowing off the mattress. “Please.”

A low curse drags from his lips, before straightening, hands splaying across your waist as he sets the rhythm, mouth parting as eyes lock with his own, wide and desperate. “Like that…” you urge, needing more. “Keep going, just like that…” He would never dream of stopping, not when you’re both so near the edge, poised to tumble into each others arms.

Your lips part soundlessly, breath stuttering as he touches a place inside of you that has your nails grappling for something to bite into. He marks the reaction eagerly, a low laugh reverberating at the back of his throat, angling your hips so he can hit that spot again, hungry for your pleasure. “Just like that?” He repeats breathlessly, targeting it over and over as your eyes squeeze shut from the intensity.

“I’m— I can’t—” You gasp, breath shuddering from the ecstasy.

“Then don’t,” he groans, lips attaching to your throat, adding to the marks. “With me,” he urges, moving to the space just below your jaw, teeth coming out to nip. You inhale sharply, hands gripping at his back, slowly driven mad by the simmering pleasure, begging to be released.

All you can manage is a breathless moan before you’re fluttering around him, eyes rolling back as he continues that wonderful pace, hot mouth putting marks into your throat, sucking bruises into your collar bones. The world is speckled through with white dots, thousands of those tiny wings taking flight inside as you arch into him, nipples grazing his chest.

His own high crests, hot cum spilling into you as he grinds his orgasm into your heat, obscene sounds squishing between you, hips rolling and bucking against one another until the pleasure begins to fade, aftershocks washing through flushed skin. You pant deeply, eyes peeking open to find amber already upon you, deep desire swirling. Curls spill forward, tight ringlets brushing your brow as you stare at one another, craving the heat of touch already.

Arms cross over his shoulders, pulling him down to your mouth. He follows easily, groaning softly as his tongue sweeps in, hip rolling lightly, making you arch with sensitivity. Hands touch and explore long after the pleasure has faded, tracing patters tenderly, relishing in the seemingly endless time. Basking in the deep satisfaction of being tangled together.

It’s not until your lids grow heavy that activities cease, your husband settling at your side, the mattress dipping as arms wrap over your waist, tucking you into his warmth.

Hot lips graze your temple, night darkening the room as your scents twine together as they belong, contentedness softening your mind as you sink into sleep. Safe and at peace in his bed.

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[osamusriceballs]

Kinktober Day 21 <3

Kita x masturbation

Warnings: NSFW, fem reader

Words: ~900

Kinktober Masterlist II -> Next day

Kita groans and his head falls back while his hand steadily pumps his hard cock. There is only one thought on his mind, and that is you.

How your hands always feel so soft and warm around him. How you use just enough pressure to make his eyes roll back, your pace so teasingly slow and yet you both know that he won't last long when you touch him like this. He imagines that it's your hand wrapped around him, that your fingers graze along his tip and catch the sheer drop of precum between them. He clings to the mental image of you, but his hand feels so different compared to yours, it's hard for him to stick to his daydreams of you.

His gaze drops to the pair of red panties next to him, the ones he had sneaked from you at your last encounter. You sent him a text message with a winking emoji after noticing that he kept them, calling him a 'pervert' and telling him to enjoy himself. You demanded that he either returns them cleaned or gets you a new pair though. He quickly made up his mind to buy you a new pair- hell, he would buy the whole store for you if you wanted him to.

He squeezes his cock firmly, a wave of longing coming over him at the thought of you. Kita reaches for the flimsy red fabric, pausing for a second to look at it. His brown eyes are filled with desire when he thinks back about how good you looked wearing them, and memories of how he pulled them down with his teeth fill his mind.

"Y/n," he sighs and closes his eyes for a second before he brings the material down to his cock, almost releasing a whine when the soft fabric meets his sensitive tip. He wraps it around his cock and starts to slowly pump again, the feeling now even more pleasurable when he's imagining that it's you rubbing your panties against him, how warm you would feel, and how good you always smell. The thought about your smell has him hesitating for a second. He pauses his movements and slowly brings your panties to his face, a faint blush coating his cheeks at the thought of how you would tease him for masturbating and using your panties like this.

Kita inhales deeply, your sweet scent filling his nose along with his own, a mixture he's so familiar with. The smell reminds him of all the days he's spent entangled in his bed sheets with you, days full of whispered sweet words and the sound of skin clapping on skin as he thoroughly fucks you and makes sure you're satisfied at all times- something he considers his husband duties that he diligently fulfills every night with great pleasure.

He takes another deep breath and brings the fabric down to his cock, once again setting a slow pace that makes him clench his muscles and his cock twitch in his hand. Kita Shinsuke is a very rational and controlled man, but when it comes to anything that involves you, he finds himself filled with passion and desire that he can't explain with words, and he can feel the effect of it just now.

A soft moan leaves his lips, a deep breath coming from his nose as he increases the pace slowly, savoring every second of the pleasurable feeling. His eyes trail down to his hand, and he sees the way even more precum leaks from his tip, getting soaked up by the panties quickly.

He's close.

He grips his cock harder, slightly bucking his hips into the sensation while he keeps the pace fast and hard, just like he knows you love to be fucked. The thought of your pussy makes him groan and he finds himself so close, so damn close while his hand keeps on pumping himself, the clapping noise echoing through the room loudly. His eyes are closed, his brows furrowed when he thinks about how good you would take him, how you would ride him and make him feel good, and it's the thoughts of your pussy that make him reach his high abruptly. Thick spurts of cum stain the panties when he grabs his cock tightly, his muscles tensed as he groans your name and forgets about everything else but you. Pleasure rushes through his body, a few low grunts leaving his lips and he stops pumping his cock finally when his muscles start to relax again.

He stays in his position for a few more moments, his chest heaving heavily while he slowly calms down and shakes his head. He misses you so badly. Two weeks without you feel like an eternity to him, and he knows for sure that the twins would tease him for how lovesick he acts without you. But the need for you almost consumes him, and he can't wait to finally have you in his arms again, not the slightest bit embarrassed by his feelings.

Kita makes sure to catch all of his cum with your panties, deciding that they look even prettier like this. He ponders on sending you a picture of them, to show you how much he missed you, but he gets interrupted by these thoughts when his phone suddenly starts to ring.

His eyes dart to the small device and he reaches for it to read the name, his lips curling into a fond smile when he accepts the call.

"Hey, angel. I just thought about you."

[disasterbuck]

Hi :D

kudos to you for actually choosing an emoji for each wip xD

13. 😭😭 34. 💦💦 21. 💋💋

thank you haha, I'm actually really proud of the emojis I chose! 🥰

also I'm sorry but I have got absolutely no motivation for the last two atm so I wrote extra on the first one instead, hope that's okay!

😭😭 - fwb misunderstanding

"Buck." Eddie propped himself up on an elbow so he could look at Buck more squarely. "What on earth about this–" he gestured at himself, "–made you think I'd be ready for more?"

Buck felt his confidence begin to crack and forced himself to put some more distance between the two of them. Eddie was looking at him with confusion in his eyes, like he couldn't understand why Buck would ever think he'd want to be in a relationship with him.

He supposed it was his fault. It was always his fault for assuming that people who slept with him wanted anything more than his body.

He'd just really thought that Eddie was different.

"Sorry," he muttered, looking away.

"It's okay," Eddie said with a sigh and another quiet chuckle as he lay back down beside him. "Just… please. No more."

Buck squeezed his eyes shut and tried not to let the words cut him, but he was already bleeding. If he had known Eddie only wanted sex, no strings attached, he never would have agreed in the first place. He didn't do that anymore – didn't Eddie know that?

He felt used, reduced to nothing more than a body, and the fact that it was Eddie who had done this to him made it all a thousand times worse. Eddie was his best friend, someone he trusted implicitly and wanted desperately to make a life with.

But Eddie didn't want him.

Sitting up, Buck swung his legs over the side of the bed and leaned down to collect his discarded clothes from the floor. Then he stood, pulling them on and telling himself not to cry until he was in his car. He knew from experience that the worst thing he could do right now was cry.

"Buck?" Eddie asked from the bed. Buck ignored him, doing up his belt. "Where are you going?"

"Home," Buck said curtly, tugging his shirt straight and then scooping up his jacket.

"What… right now?"

Eyes stinging, Buck walked to the door and grabbed the handle.

"Buck!" Eddie snapped, and he faltered.

Closing his eyes, his shoulders sagged in defeat. He didn't want to have this conversation. Please, don't make me have this conversation.

"Will you please tell me what's going on?" Eddie asked gently.

Unable to resist, Buck slowly turned around. His teeth were clenched as he fought against the tears which wanted to spill, and he could tell his face was red from all the emotions swirling through him. He was angry at himself for getting so worked up when Eddie was still just lying there with nothing but a curious frown on his face.

Rubbing harshly at his jaw, he said, "I can't do this."

"What?" Eddie asked, his frown deepening. "Why not?"

The complete lack of understanding on Eddie's face made him want to scream. Hands clenching into fists, he managed to say, "Because you don't want more."

Remarkably, Eddie still didn't appear to understand.

"So you're just gonna leave?" Eddie asked.

"Why exactly would I stay?"

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Make Me Write ✨

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[honey-on-your-tongue]

would it be possible to request Tonowari x metkayina reader (female😊)? -> nsfw!

I’d like to see sub Tonowari and dom reader, where she ties him up against a tree in the forest and teases him without giving his dick attention but then she overstimulates him by riding him and he’s like „please get off I’m about to cum“ and reader lets out her breeding kink maybe similar to like „I want all of it please give me your babies“ and she milks him dry 😙

The way the emoji at the end makes it sound so innocent 😭😭😭 I love this, just imagine Tonowari begging I'm (S)CREAMING

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Tonowari groans, his voice a soft whine, his ears folded back. “Please,” he whimpers, thighs trembling as you lick up them, hard muscles tensing beneath your tongue. He aches to touch you, to reach for you, but you've tied him to a tree, ensuring he can't move. “Please,” he begs.

You look up at him, all innocent doe eyes and soft licks on his skin. “You know I don't like it when you're impatient, baby,” you tell him, dragging your teeth over his thigh. You bite him and then suck on the spot, making sure you leave a pretty hickey.

He closes his mouth, trying so hard to keep quiet, but your mouth is inches from his cock, his loincloth still draped over his tenting erection. His cock twitches, needing you to give it some form of relief, but you're focused on his thighs.

You sit on his lap, so close to straddling his hips, but still keeping your distance from his cock. It's almost like you enjoy being mean to him.

You take your top off, the seashells clinking softly as you set the item aside. Tonowari's eyes fall to your breasts, his gaze eager and needy.

You chuckle softly as you fondle your chest, massaging your nipples between your fingers before you lean towards his face. Tonowari opens his mouth, desperate, and licks one of your nipples, sucking on it, groaning against you.

You smirk, watching in delight at how needy he is to feel you even in the smallest ways.

“Such a good boy,” you say, running your fingers through his hair and then moving to the nape of his neck, holding his head against you. Your other hand moves between your bodies, removing his loincloth before wandering between your thighs, pressing against your clit, rubbing soft circles on the nub.

Tonowari's eyes follow the movement and he whines. “I need you,” he begs. “Need to be inside you.”

You smirk. You've been teasing him for hours, touching everything on him but his cock, and he's close to tears from the ache that spreads across his lower body with the need for you to fuck him.

“And why do you deserve to be inside me?” you tease.

“Because I'm good!” he whimpers. “I've been patient. I've let you do what you want with me. Please, all I want is to be inside you. All I need is you. Please, that's all I ask.”

You smile softly. “You know I love you, right?” you say, kissing his forehead as you lift your hips, your hand grabbing his cock and aligning it with your entrance. “I love you so much, baby.”

Tonowari groans as you rub the head of his cock between your folds. “I love you,” he replies, his mouth searching for yours. “Love you s'much.”

You lower yourself onto him, his cock sliding into you, and he grunts. His eyes roll into the back of his head as your warm cunt takes him, clenching around his swollen sock.

You release a little gasp at the feeling of fullness, your dripping folds pressing against his groin. You grind your hips against him, sending shivers across his body as your gummy walls suck him in.

Tonowari tugs against the ropes, his fingers itching to grab onto your waist, to play with your breasts, to pull your hair. But he's tied to the tree, and the loss of movement makes him whine.

“I know,” you say softly. “I know you want to touch me, but it's okay, baby. Take a deep breath. It's okay. I'm here,” you reassure him. You lower your mouth to his, kissing his soft lips, and he bucks his hips upwards, making you mewl lowly.

You slide your tongue into his mouth, your hands holding onto his shoulders as you kiss him. You lift and lower your hips, slowly at first before increasing your speed. Tonowari jerks against the ropes, grunting. You smile into the kiss, carefully nibbling on his lower lip. You ask, “You like that, baby? Is that good?”

Tonowari whines, “'s so good. So good.” His hands roll into fists behind the thin tree trunk, his wrists tugging at the ropes as he aches to pull free.

You move one of your hands to his chest, touching over his broad torso, admiring the hard muscles beneath his soft skin. “Open your mouth, baby, yeah?” you say, fingers trailing over his chest.

Tonowari does as asked, opening his lips, and you spit into his mouth. He groans, body trembling under yours as he swallows your saliva.

“Such a good boy,” you praise, kissing his jaw, his neck. “My good boy.”

Tonowari nods, eager. “'m your good boy. I'm yours, yours.”

You lick over the stripes on his neck. Your cunt is tight around him, your slick dripping down your thighs and onto his hips. Little moans start leaving your lips as you feel the heat grow in your womb, the pleasure slowly crawling over you, feeling like vines gripping at your body.

He moves his mouth to your breasts again, kissing your nipples, licking at the plush skin there. “Come on me,” he begs. “I can feel you tight around me. Please, I need you to come on my cock. Please.”

“Mhmm,” you say. “'m gonna come all over you, baby. 'm so close. Fuck!”

You can feel your orgasm growing within you, spreading through your skin, making you shudder. You mewl, ears folding back, and you place your head on Tonowari's shoulder, biting down on his skin when you come. Your orgasm ravages you, making you shake, little pants leaving your lips as you muffle your sounds against his shoulder. Your pussy is tight around him and it makes it harder for you to fuck him. 

He can feel you tighten around him, the way your slick gushes out of you. He groans, gasping softly. He expects you to get off and pump his cock until he comes; instead, you keep bouncing up and down, his cock slipping in and out of you with each move.

“Fuck—stop!” he whines. “Please, please, don't! I-I'm going to come! Get off, please!”

You whimper softly. “I want you to fill me up,” you say. “I want you to put a child in me, make me full of you. I want all of you, baby. Come inside me, yeah?”

Tonowari gasps, shuddering beneath you as he feels his orgasm rush through him. It crashes over his body, making him grunt as his swollen balls spill their thick load into your soft gummy walls.

You mewl at the sensation as spurt after spurt of his seed torrents into you. As you both come down from your highs, you kiss his lips and softly say, “I will always want all of you, baby.”

Fucked out, with his ears pressed against his head, he replies, “I love you so much. And I can't wait to start a family with you.”

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sarah!!! can i see some 🦄?? (and as an extra prompt if you want maybe the first time lil Alex loses a tooth?) 🤍🤍🤍

Yeees!

🦄-Bucktommy girl dads with their daughter Alex

"Okay, sweetheart." Buck crouches down to Alex's level, puts his hands on her little shoulders and gives them a squeeze. "Have fun on your first day of school okay? Daddy will pick you up at 1."

Prompt: Alex loses her first tooth.

"There you go, baby," Tommy says, pushing the plate of apple slices and peanut butter over to Alex at the dining room table.

"Thanks, daddy," she says cheerfully. He turns his back to get her a glass of juice when she lets out a little shriek.

"Daddy!"

"What?!" Tommy already has his phone in hand, ready to call 9-1-1. Then he remembers he's a first responder and doesn't know if that actually helps him feel any better.

"The tooth finally came out!" She says, showing him the apple slice, which, sure enough, has one of her tiny front teeth embedded in it.

"Nice," he commends, taking the slice from her. He knows he's going to have to tell his husband, who will get teary-eyed that their daughter is continuing to grow up. "Looks like someone's getting a visit from the tooth fairy tonight."

"Ooh, think she'll put a cool fifty under my pillow?"

"Fifty-Alexandra Kinard, have you lost your mind? Tooth fairies don't carry that much, come on now," he says, going around the dining room table and scooping her up, flipping her upside down and back up again, lamenting that, at 6, she's almost getting too big for that.

She giggles, wiggling in his arms as she wraps hers around his neck. "Worth a try."

"I'll try to negotiate," Tommy says, setting her down. "Finish your snack. I'm gonna text your dad, tell him your news."

"Ooh, remind him that he promised to watch that documentary about ant colonies for school with me tonight!"

"I will," Tommy says, but he knows Evan would never forget.

He was right about Evan's reaction. The text he sends is full of sad-face emojis.

Noooo, she's not old enough. 🥺🥺😭😭

She's six, baby. We knew this was coming, it's been loose for ages.

What should the tooth fairy give her? Twenty bucks? A pony?

Okay, first of all, I'd like to see you put a pony under her pillow. Second, she asked for $50.

On it.

NO, Evan! I'm thinking $2.

Fine. That sounds perfectly reasonable.

Evan Kinard, Tommy types as fast as he can. There better not be a pony in her bedroom in the morning.

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I make no promises. Gotta go, love you, bye!

EVAN!

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Hello! I really considered not doing it this weekend but I am a ho for instant feedback. My dogs are actually competing in hunt tests all weekend, at an event where I am also the secretary... So be patient with me!

Look at their little faces! Portobello is competing to get his Retriever Junior Hunter title and Working Certificate. Cassy is competing to get her Working Certificate Intermediate. I will touch so many dead ducks this weekend...

Rules: Send me an emoji corresponding to the WIP - as many as you want! - and I'll write 3 sentences for each emoji and share it. My wips are below:

⚡- Things We’re All Too Young to Know (Buddie, my long ass fic)

🚨- Any Other Way (Buddie Switcheroo AU)

🧟- go and kill, go and die (Zombie fic, whole team focus)

🔼 - Gentle On My Mind (Buddie/Shannon throuple fic + Shannon lives au full of angst)

➰ - time likes pulling my teeth (Buddie time loop fic)

🦷 - A Little Wisdom - My FIRST EVER Bad Things Happen Bingo fic, for the prompt "toothache - an Eddie and Chris story with a side of Buddie

🛏️ - Sweet Talk - Gotcha for Gaza Promot - Eddie moves in with Buck while Chris is gone, but there's only one bed

📖 - Gotcha for Gaza Prompt Librarian!Buck Au

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📖 "Medically Necessitated" Ch 5

Rated: Explicit Pairing: Bucky x Steve Tags: a/b/o, age gap, past rape, rape recovery, trauma recovery, pregnancy, medical trauma, hurt/comfort, mentions of CSA, religious fundamentalism, first time, gender dysphoria, male omegas are intersex (peen & vagine) Summary: After a medical emergency brings him into the ER, Bucky escapes the religious cult he's been raised in. It's up to Steve, nurse practitioner and omega sex & repro specialist, to see him through a medically supervised heat.

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5. Robert Wheeler

Just as the bond is settling, someone from Bucky's past shows up unexpectedly.

“Good boy,” Steve praises again, when Bucky obeys him and finishes a fair amount from the breakfast tray.

By the time they’d woken from their nap it’d been nearly noon, so they nuked everything and had breakfast for lunch. Bucky’s been saying he isn’t hungry, but he needs carbs and sugars during his cycle, and thankfully he’s been very compliant to Steve’s commands now that they have each other’s pheromones in their systems.

They’re bonded.

Steve had Voiced for him to eat at least one of the pancakes, “with plenty of syrup.” Bucky ate two.

Once he's finished, Steve puts the tray outside the suite and relocks the door. There’s a notification flashing on the room’s tablet. He pulls it down to check and sees it’s a message from Banner.

B. Banner M.D. [om-Sex&Repro]: We need samples: CBC, BMP, TFT. And a urinalysis.

Steve twists his lips and types back: Urgent?

The tablet chimes as Banner’s reply comes through.

B. Banner M.D. [om-Sex&Repro]: No. After his next insemination would be ideal.

Even Steve has to grimace at that one. People in his field can tend to become callous and clinical in their language over time. Steve really hopes he isn’t that bad yet. There’s a message from Sam as well, marked from earlier that morning.

S. Wilson R.P.N. [om-Psy]: I have him booked for a session. Banner knows to send him my way once you two are done shacking up. And they’re scheduling a care plan conference at his discharge. Barton says the foster parents will probably show, so you should prepare him for that.

Steve’s still frowning at that when the tablet pings another incoming message. “Christ.”

C. Barton L.C.S.W. [om-Care]: Somebody from his home situation showed up. They’re forcing legal into a meeting. Today. They won’t get him, but Phil wants you there if possible.

Another, automated notification pops up on the home screen. It’s from legal, informing Steve of the conference room he’s now supposed to try and get to in only a few hours. Tense, he grits his teeth and tries to mentally clock out if he could possibly get Bucky down to a dip somewhere around 3:30. That’d feasibly give him time to—

He glances up to see Bucky, sitting in the bed and watching him use the tablet. “What’s it say?” Bucky asks.

Steve hurriedly sends back a thumbs up emoji to each of the messages and closes out the app. “Just a few staff notes,” he says, purposefully vague. Bucky might panic if he knows anybody from his old life is here trying to claim him. “The doctor wants to test your blood again. And I’m supposed to try and make a meeting in a few hours.”

Bucky shrinks into the back wall of the nest. “Oh. So … you’ll leave me alone? And somebody else is going to come and—”

“No,” Steve cuts him off, shaking his head. “No, nobody else is coming. I’ll do the blood draw myself.” He sees Bucky visibly relax at this, and offers him a tender smile. “I promised you, remember? Nobody but your Support touches you while you’re in here.”

“And that’s you.”

Steve smiles. “Yeah, Buck. That’s me. Did you get enough to eat?” He goes over to the counter and grabs a protein bar for himself. He’s got it ripped open and half the thing rammed down his throat by the time he turns back around to face Bucky. The omega has rolled up the sleeve of his bathrobe and is blinking at Steve expectantly. Steve makes a sound past his mouthful of granola and swallows. “Aw, no, not yet, Sweetheart.” He walks back over to the bed and stops Bucky with a hand on his shoulder. “There’s no rush. It can wait.”

He purposefully doesn’t mention the ‘insemination’ factor from Banner’s message. Knotting Bucky’s body and exposing him to alpha semen during his heat is a therapeutic tool that’s part of what’s helping here, but Steve is almost positive that the kid doesn’t really understand that. Bucky’s certainly had zero sex education on such topics, and Steve doesn’t think bringing up words like ‘insemination’ would be helpful at all. “I’ll take your blood later,” he simply tells him, then changes the topic by asking the omega if he’d like to use the bathroom or maybe watch a show during the lull before his next peak. “They’ve got Netflix and Hulu,” he says. “Disney Plus too now, I think.”

Bucky glances briefly at the tv on the wall, but then decides, “... Yeah I’ll grab a shower.” He wrinkles his nose and grimaces down at himself. “Cause, ya know, I probably stink by now.”

Steve laughs. “Oh I’m sure we both do. We’re just nose-blind to it at this point.” He cheerfully reminds Bucky that the tub has jets, and Bucky perks up and heads into the bathroom to investigate. Steve doesn’t follow at first, convinced that the omega will want his privacy.

But Bucky soon reappears in the bathroom doorway, peeking back out. “Um, the tub’s big,” he says. “... Wanna share?”

“Sure.” Steve’s hands go to the tie of his robe, but then he hesitates. “Are you sure? We don’t have to.”

Bucky looks down and shrugs, heat collecting in his cheeks. But he surprises Steve by throwing out a blithe little, “I mean I’ve already seen you naked, Steve. But if you’re too shy …” He shrugs dismissively and turns to walk back into the bathroom, out of sight.

Steve chuckles and follows after him with a grin. If the kid is feeling relaxed enough to make jokes at Steve’s expense, then they’re probably doing okay.

Once they’re dried off from the bath, Steve starts to reach for their robes again but Bucky quickly touches his wrist and shakes his head a little. “No?” Steve checks softly, noting the rising flush under Bucky’s skin. “Okay Honey, okay.”

Bucky climbs back into the nest and rolls around a bit, rubbing his face in the piles of soft blankets, picking up Steve’s scent again.

Steve watches it fondly and with a small thrill of possessiveness that he can be almost certain is coming from their bond. Bucky’s gone increasingly non-verbal again since he let Steve hold him in the tub and rub soapy hands all over his body. “C’mere,” Steve murmurs as he gets into the bed, guiding Bucky to lie on his back and crawling over him. He kisses him down into the sheets, still able to taste the remnants of maple syrup on his lips. “Hey Sweetheart,” he rumbles, propping over him on his elbows. He idles a thumb at the edge of Bucky’s damp hairline, clocking his pretty blue eyes and his pupils, blown wide in arousal once again. “How you feeling?”

“Better,” Bucky whispers, squirming under Steve’s bulk and parting his legs more. He’s been more relaxed with the bond, more pliant. “Um ... I think it’s coming back,” he admits.

Steve glances over to the clock on the wall: 12:27pm. He’s got the next three hours to get Bucky through this peak. “Yeah. Well it’s been a while, so that’s not a surprise.” He presses kisses to his lips, keeping it gentle and shallow until Bucky starts to ask for more by venturing out with his tongue in timid little licks. Steve hums in approval and gives him a slow, purposeful swipe of tongue, dipping into his mouth and relishing the whimper he makes.

They kiss like that for a bit, Bucky humping his half-chubbed little cock up against Steve’s abs and Steve feeling his own cock getting rock hard at the increasingly strong smell of slick. “You wet, Honey?” he asks, when Bucky has started squirming and whining like he wants more. “You want to have sex again?”

Bucky nods. There’s a little color in his cheeks but Steve’s apt to believe it’s more from arousal than shame now. Bucky can sense Steve’s urges through their new bond, after all. He can feel the proof of how much Steve wants him, how desirable he finds him, and it’s helping him to not be as embarrassed. “But can we …” he starts, but cuts himself off unsurely.

“What is it, Buck?” Steve prompts. “What do you want? Tell me.”

“Well … this way I can see you,” he murmurs, still shy but forging ahead. “Um, and it’s … it feels closer, ya know? I like it when I can, like, touch you and stuff.” He slides his hands over the tops of Steve’s shoulders and his upper arms, eyes going half lidded as he drinks in the sight of the alpha's body. “Can we?”

“Of course,” Steve coos, pride flowing through him at Bucky’s improved confidence, at him asking for what he wants so sweetly. He cups Bucky’s jaw and draws him in for another kiss to show him how pleased he is. “We can do whatever you want, Baby. Whatever makes you feel good.” He reaches down between their bodies and finds Bucky’s cock. He’s small there; soft and delicate, just enough that Steve’s palm barely covers everything from root to tip when he wraps his hand around him.

Bucky gasps quietly when Steve starts working it, more of a pulsing squeeze than actual stroking, and his hips judder up into it. “Oh!”

Steve keeps eye contact the whole time, watching, turned on by Bucky’s easy reactions. “You want to cum like this?” he asks, and Bucky gives a breathless little nod. Steve smiles. “Okay.” It only takes a few more minutes of gentle touching, and then Bucky’s tensing up and moaning, what meager ejaculate his body can produce wetting up the inside of Steve’s hand. “Good boy,” Steve praises, kissing along his neck and shoulder as he recovers. “Beautiful, Bucky. Yes. I bet that felt so good, didn’t it?”

Bucky nods weakly, still catching his breath. “Yeah. Oh.”

Steve chuckles and waits him out while he calms back down. Like beta women, omegas don’t have much of a refractory period, and in estrus they tend to need four to eight orgasms every time their cycle peaks. So, knowing his job isn't done, Steve lets Bucky’s cock go and looks back down at him. “Face to face?” he rechecks, stroking a thumb tenderly along his cheek. “You’re comfortable with that?” He’s not going to say one word about the rape if the boy doesn’t initiate it himself, but he now knows a few specifics on how Bucky was violated, and he wants to give him plenty of opportunity to decide on what his feelings are as they move along. Triggering distress in a tied omega is something that Steve’s dealt with before and wants to avoid at all costs. It’s not the easiest thing to change positions once knotted, after all.

But Bucky smiles and nods, pulling down on Steve’s neck for more kisses—which Steve happily gives—and bringing his knees up higher around Steve’s hips. “Yeah,” he breathes, “yeah I am.”

If they didn’t have the physicality of the bond, Steve would ask again, but he can feel the certainty and safety that Bucky feels, and that’s enough to have him nodding, reaching down to run fingertips over the omega’s slit. Bucky whines and tries to tilt up into it as much as he can, so eager from only a touch. And Steve can understand because he feels it: Bucky is soaked already, so slick that Steve’s fingers just glide right through, effortless. He hums and pulls away so that he can kneel back between Bucky’s legs. He can’t resist, he wants to see.

He hushes Bucky gently when the boy whines at losing their full body contact. He guides Bucky’s knees higher, pushing, making him spread his feet farther apart in the sheets. “Good boy,” he praises. “There you go. Let me see you, Gorgeous.” Bucky whines and shuts his eyes like he can’t take the scrutiny, but he’s still humping the air, tilting up for more. “Shhh,” Steve soothes, running his hands over the skin of his lower belly and hips, framing his pelvis as he stares. He represses the moan that’s building in his throat, his own hips twitching once and his balls giving a mightly throb at the pornographic sight before him. “Fuck,” he can’t help but whisper.

Bucky’s sex is pink and glistening, outer lips swollen and inner lips bloomed open from his first orgasm. It’s obscenely beautiful. Steve loves getting to see such a sweet cunt unfurl under his attention, loves slipping the pads of his fingers through all that wetness, watching that vulnerable little hole pulse and clench on nothing.

All he wants in the world is to bury his cock inside and never come out.

But they’re not here for him. They’re here for Bucky. So he ignores himself for the moment and continues to explore Bucky instead, stroking along the delicate lips of his sex. Bucky’s only a little different here than a female would be, but he’s still got all the same nerve endings in almost all the same places, and Steve wants to give him pleasure in every way possible. He uses both hands, thumbing errantly along the underside of Bucky’s little cock with one hand while sliding the fingers of the other through his sopping folds, up and down, giving just the barest bit of pressure. It’s so slick, so fun to play with, and Steve takes the time to tease him, avoiding penetration for long minutes.

Until Bucky opens his eyes and chirps in annoyance. Steve laughs in surprise. “Didn’t know you could make that sound, Honey.”

Bucky’s face flushes harder. “N-neither did I.”

There’s the tiniest bit of self-consciousness there, so Steve finally dips the very tips of two fingers in at his entrance and tells him, “I like it. I like an omega who asks for what he wants.”

Bucky groans and his hips jerk up, making Steve’s fingers slide inside by an inch. “Oh … fuck.” His eyes slip closed. “S-steve.” Steve watches his face carefully to make sure it’s good for Bucky as he slowly presses all the way in. Bucky breathes open-mouthed, eyes closed and an agonized little pinch appearing between his eyebrows. But it’s from pleasure. Steve starts fucking him softly on his hand, bumping knuckles against his mound on the way in, curling fingers on the slow drag out. “Oh, oh, oh,” Bucky pants; tiny, sweet little sounds that get stronger the closer he gets. He grabs suddenly at Steve’s wrist between his legs, not to stop him but to urge him on, and Steve grins and goes a little harder.

“Right there, huh?” he purrs.

Bucky's eyes are still closed but he nods his head tightly, whispering, “... f-ffuck. Ohh.” He’s gripping Steve’s wrist hard, clinging to the part of him that’s giving him so much pleasure, rocking his hips against it as his breath hitches in desperate little 'ah, ah, ah's. “M’gonna cum," he gasps. "Steve. I’m, I’m gonna …”

Steve rumbles low in his chest and reaches down to give his own cock a merciful squeeze. “Yes, Bucky,” he praises, fucking his fingers in faster, the noises wet and sloppy. “Good boy. That’s what I want. Come on now, right on my hand. Lemme feel it.”

Bucky fights for it for a few more seconds, then he cries out sharply and jerks, his cunt pulsing rhythmically as he starts to come. There’s a wet gush against Steve’s palm, and then a bunch of high, hurt little moans and sobs of “shit, shit, onghfuck!”

Steve groans at the feeling of it, at the sight and sound of Bucky gasping and riding his pleasure out against his hand, humping down mindlessly through the entire orgasm. “Fuck, Honey,” he whispers in awe.

“Ohh.” Bucky lets all his breath out in one big ‘whoosh’ and goes limp against the sheets, his death grip dropping away from Steve’s wrist. “Oh, man.”

Steve withdraws, using his absolutely drenched hand to tug on his own aching cock a few times. “Feel good?” he asks, voice coming out deeper and rougher sounding than intended.

Bucky hums and nods. His eyes open lazily. “Mm. Yeah. Really good.” He locks onto Steve's stroking hand, arousal growing in his eyes at the sight of his own slick coating the alpha's cock.

Steve gives him an easy grin and reaches out to swipe over his soaked cunt again, gathering even more slick to wet himself up with.

Bucky moans. “Oh my god, that’s so—” he swallows thickly, cutting himself off. Steve feels a pang of sadness, because he can tell when Bucky’s tamping down his attraction, can sense the intrusive thoughts and conflicting feelings he’s having again. His shame is creeping back in.

“Hey.” Steve snaps, a low, dominant growl starting up in his chest. He’s Voicing when he quietly orders, “Look at me, Omega.” Bucky snaps right to attention, wide eyes tripping down to Steve’s huge cock, and Steve hums his approval. “Yeah, that’s it. Watch me. Look at it. Watch me touchin’ myself.” He gives a lewd squeeze and drag, letting all the slick squelch between his fingers, and chuckles when Bucky looses a little, uncontrolled moan. “Yeah, exactly. Y'see that?” He wrings his fist up beneath the fat head of his cock, forcing a bunch of precum out of the slit. It rolls over his knuckles. He groans indulgently and finds Bucky’s eyes again. “That’s all because a’ you, Honey. Look how good you make me feel.”

Bucky whimpers and squirms, obviously pleased, so Steve keeps on using the praise and dominance and his own hand around his dick to distract him, telling him how gorgeous he is, how natural and good, how much Steve loves touching him and watching him come. It works, in that Bucky loses his reservations and his hips start to move again, tensing and releasing in little pulses that he probably doesn’t even know he’s doing. “Steve,” he says. “Steve can you?” He reaches for him, tries to pull his big body back down close, and of course Steve obeys.

“Course I can, Sweetheart.” He lies back over Bucky and lets his cock drag against his groin a few times, back and forth, their two very different cocks lined up and brushing together. “Want me inside you? It’ll feel so good, won’t it?”

Bucky makes a meek little sound and nods, tilting his pelvis up to try and get him lower, where he’s aching for him to be. “Yeah. Please.”

Steve reaches down to guide his cock up and down through the slick folds of his cunt. “Yeah, okay. Here you go.” He allows himself another few indulgent swipes before letting the head catch at Bucky’s entrance. He lets go of himself, propped on his elbows as he watches Bucky’s face, watches his expression as he slowly, slowly pushes in.

Bucky’s irises flare and his breath shudders and trips as Steve slides all the way home. Finally, when they can’t get any closer, he lets out a sob and wraps himself around Steve, feet hooking behind his thighs and arms grabbing around his shoulders. Steve lets him cling, lets him bury his face against his neck and mouth needily at his glands. Bucky starts crying, rubbing his tears against Steve’s skin.

“Shhh,” Steve soothes, nuzzling into his neck in return, not thrusting yet. “Shh, it’s okay. It’s okay.” He strokes at Bucky’s sides, up and down his ribcage, promises softly against his bond mark, “Only when you’re ready, Buck. You just tell me when.” It’s only because of their bond that he knows he doesn’t have to be worried about the crying. They’re tears of grief, but not distress. And there’s relief there, too. Steve hums against Bucky’s skin and gives him time. He never expected a miracle out of the poor kid. This has got to be equal parts devastating and pleasurable for him. “You’re so good, Honey,” he tells him, murmuring kind, understanding things for Bucky to latch onto. “So brave. I know it’s hard. It’s gonna be okay. Gonna take care of you.” Bucky calms down over the next few minutes, tears going sluggish and then disappearing altogether. When he stops clinging to Steve enough to look up at him, his eyes and cheeks are still wet. Steve offers him a tender smile. “Feel better?”

Bucky nods, licking his lips. “I’m sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry for,” Steve says, gripping him a little tighter. “Whatever feels good. That’s what I said. If you need to cry, that’s just fine.”

Bucky relaxes and his body loosens a little bit more. He moves his hips experimentally, looking up with an expression that makes Steve’s balls throb. “Please,” he says, hands migrating to the backs of Steve’s arms, up to his shoulders and back down again. “I’m ready.”

Steve smiles and leans down to kiss him as he pulls out and pushes back in. He begins to roll his hips, setting into fucking Bucky with a steady, if somewhat slow, rhythm. And it’s exquisite, has his cock pulsing with need and his knot aching within minutes. He has stamina though, knows he can fuck Bucky through at least one more orgasm before he gives in to his own.

And Bucky is so perfectly responsive beneath him, moaning little sounds of pleasure and pushing up into every thrust, hands roaming ceaselessly over his back while he mouths at his neck. “Oh, ohSteve,” he sighs when Steve has grabbed behind his one knee to hitch it higher and rut deeper. “Yeah.”

Steve grinds slow and hard against him, keeping himself buried in Bucky’s warm cunt. “You close?” he asks, feeling Bucky’s fluttering walls as he holds still. Bucky whines and nods, trying to move his hips, to get more. Steve growls and obliges, fucking him firm and with purpose, grinding in and barely pulling out, making him feel it deep, getting him close.

Bucky’s soaking wet and his cunt makes filthy noises with each thrust, getting wetter and wetter until he cries out and starts to come. Steve shoves a hand between their bellies and thumbs rapidly under the head of his cock, prolonging it for him. "Aw, yeah Honey. There you go, there you go ..."

It’s gorgeous, Steve could watch it all day. But eventually Bucky’s orgasm subsides. When it’s clear he’s done, Steve kisses him softly. “Feel good?” he murmurs. Bucky nods his head, still calming his breathing. “Can I knot you?” Steve asks, desperate to do it. But then he catches the eagerness in his tone and revises it to a more open ended: “Do you want me to knot you?” He needs to make it Bucky’s choice. Everything, every step. He waits for an answer and kisses leisurely along the boy's jaw, pulsing his hips a little bit but keeping himself buried.

“Please,” Bucky eventually whispers, when his desire has started ramping back up and his hips are chasing Steve’s again. He kisses Steve and drags his lips against the short hairs of his beard. “Please.”

‘Please’ is Bucky’s way of asking for things he’s ashamed to want. Steve knows this well by now. So he hums in approval and tells him he’s a good boy, and he starts to fuck him again, this time letting his self control go enough to start seeking his own release. When he’s close he grunts a warning, but he knows Bucky can feel his knot growing erect, can feel it tugging more with every thrust, and he hasn't pulled away. He pushes into it, legs wrapping around Steve’s waist and holding him deep as he comes and ties them together.

Steve moans through it, eyes slammed shut because holy fuck does it feel good. Bucky’s cunt is so tight and wet and perfect. The sheer, primal satisfaction Steve gets from burying his knot and emptying his balls into a willing omega while he comes and comes and comes is the best feeling in the world. He registers Bucky’s body locking down in another orgasm, and it only prolongs his own. “Uhfuck,” he moans, humping into it, face buried in Bucky’s neck and mouth latching onto his gland in a hard suck. Bucky keens and Steve thinks he comes again from the stimulation, but he’s too blissed out in his own, drawn-out pleasure to be sure.

It feels like it lasts forever, but eventually they both come down. Steve rubs his face over every part of Bucky he can reach, a reassuring and possessive gesture, and Bucky hums little sounds of satisfaction as he lets it happen. When Steve pulls back enough to look him in the face, Bucky is totally relaxed, his heavy-lidded eyes blinking slowly up at him. Steve smiles and strokes his cheek. “You’re purring, you realize that?”

Bucky huffs and makes a face, but Steve can tell that he’s pleased. “Can’t help it,” he murmurs.

“You’re not supposed to help it,” Steve says happily. He can feel how relaxed Bucky is, can feel it so intimately from the bond. And it feels good in a way that’s intensely pleasurable but not exactly sexual, to be tied to him right now, his knot held snug inside his body. Steve sighs and gives him a lazy kiss. “It usually takes me about fifteen minutes,” he murmurs, knowing that Bucky will know what he means. They trade kisses and he asks, “You want to cum again?” He rolls his hips a little in indication.

Bucky smiles and shivers at the jolt of stimulation. “I don’t know if I can,” he says, but he rocks into their tie a few times to test it out. His breathing picks back up, the tension returning to his body as he works himself to another orgasm on Steve’s knot. It feels good for Steve but he can’t come again so soon, so he focuses on giving Bucky pressure, on encouraging him with sweet sounds and praise rumbled into his ear. Bucky exhales long and low after he comes that final time, relaxing again. “Oh, man.”

Steve smiles against his neck. “Feel good?” He’s nuzzling against the bond mark.

“Duh.”

He laughs softly, satisfied and beyond pleased that he’s just been able to bring Bucky to orgasm … five times? Six? One of those. He asks him if he wants to roll over together, so that Bucky can lie on top. “You can fall asleep if you want.”

Bucky makes a thoughtful noise and yawns and asks if that will be uncomfortable for Steve. “Mmm. Won’t I be too heavy?”

Steve rolls his eyes and holds onto Bucky's hips as he turns them, putting the omega on top and letting him settle into the new position. Bucky seems happy to rub his cheek against Steve’s pecs and chest hair, quickly growing still and quiet, though there is the faintest hint of a purr still coming from him.

Steve closes his eyes and lets his mind drift as he pets the smooth skin of Bucky’s back. He’s extremely content right now, primally satisfied in a way that only this can make him. Helping an omega feel good through their heat, helping them find that relief, is the absolute best feeling in the world. And Steve is so thankful he’s the one who gets to help Bucky now. The poor kid’s been through the wringer and he deserves a fucking break. He deserves to be treated like something precious.

Steve plans on doing just that. Peeking his eyes open, he glances around the mussed nest, spotting several blankets that’ve come loose from where they were tucked neatly in formation. Bucky’ll probably want to fix it before they go again, Steve thinks with a smile. They’re both still overheated from their sex, but once they cool down and lose the tie, he'll snuggle Bucky into the soft things around them, hold him close and watch over him until his heat peaks again.

After a long few minutes of his breathing deepening and slowing down, Bucky begins to snore the tiniest, most adorable snore ever, right against Steve’s pec. Steve chuckles and reaches for the nearest loose blanket.

There’s a simple blood draw chair next to the suite’s medical supply cabinet. Steve makes Bucky sit in it while he gets everything ready. Given that omegas tend to become dehydrated during heats, he selects a pediatric butterfly needle for the draw. Bucky whines from the moment Steve ties the tourniquet and starts tapping around for a vein.

“But Steeeve: I hate needles.”

In Steve’s experience, roughly a third of all patients are lookers, and the rest are looker-awayers. Bucky falls into the previous camp, needing to know exactly when the jab is coming. He still complains ad nauseam, and Steve catches on fairly quickly that he’s half doing it just to annoy him. It’s amusing.

The omega maintains his grumpy little grimace the whole time that Steve is taking his blood. “Hate needles,” he mutters, again, then gasps when Steve has the audacity to pinch him in retaliation. “Hey!”

“It’s already in, you big baby.” Steve removes the second collection tube and pops on the third, glancing up at Bucky’s face as it fills. “Stop looking, if it bothers you.” Bucky scowls at him. Steve finishes up with the whole process and has Bucky hold the cotton ball in place while he goes to root around for a bandaid in the supply cabinet. He grins when he sees the perfect box sitting there. Someone’s been stealing from Pediatrics. He rips the box open and hands one of the bandaids over to Bucky. “My little Pony, just for you, Princess.”

Bucky stubbornly takes it, slapping on the bright pink bandage and looking down at its pattern of googly-eyed little unicorn characters. He shrugs and looks defiantly up at Steve from his seat. “Whatever. I like it.”

Steve rolls his eyes. “Course you do.” He plucks a specimen cup from the cabinet and tosses it over. “Pee in the cup,” he says cheerfully. “Past the red line at least.”

Bucky complains less about this. He sighs and heaves himself up from the chair. Steve busies himself with labeling the blood vials while Bucky disappears into the bathroom. Bucky comes back out with the filled specimen cup. The dark color tells Steve that he was right to go with the butterfly needle.

“One, steaming-hot cup‘o’piss,” Bucky drawls, handing it over. “What’s this for, anyway?”

Steve’s still wearing gloves as he labels and bags the cup. “Just checking your progress,” he answers vaguely. “You had infection when they admitted you. The doctor ordered repeats on all your labs.” Luckily, Bucky doesn’t ask for any specifics, which is a relief. Steve would be legally obligated to tell him if he did.

The blood is for typical panels, but the urine is mainly to recheck for pregnancy. Hospital policy is to test throughout any patient’s heat where a support alpha or seeding machine is employed. Lab-manufactured seeding solution is sterilized, and Steve’s on the mandatory birth control for his position, but mistakes can happen, so they test for malpractice reasons.

He checks the clock and tenses when he sees that it’s already three-twenty. “Crap,” he whispers. Only ten minutes until the meeting with legal. He hurriedly starts collecting the cup and the vials in a little basket. He can drop it off at the nurses’ station, then if he gets like a three minute shower he’ll probably still have time to—

“What’s wrong?”

Steve pauses. He looks over to where Bucky has flopped back on the bed. The nest is a mess but Bucky seems unconcerned at the moment, attention fixed on the room’s tv screen as he fiddles with the remote to bring up Netflix. Steve tells him, “I’ve got that meeting, remember? They want me there in a few minutes.”

Bucky nods, getting distracted as he finds the horror section and starts scrolling through the titles. “Oh.”

“... You gonna be okay?” Steve checks. Bucky has seemed to be in the lull of a dip for the past half hour or so. It’s likely he won’t peak again for at least two more hours, and Steve has no intention of being gone for that long. “If I leave you here alone for a bit?” he adds. “I won’t be gone long. And you can page the nurses for anything you need.”

Bucky finally looks back over at him and smiles. “Yeah. ‘Course.” He waves Steve off, digging himself back into the messy remnants of the nest and clicking on what looks to Steve to be some sort of torture porn flick. Gross. “I’ll be fine.”

Between that and the bond, Steve can tell that Bucky really is feeling okay about being left alone for a time. Exhaling in relief, he turns for the door.

“What the fuck, Rogers?” Sharon snaps at him when he’s passing by. The next nurses are on shift at the desk and Sharon’s got her purse in hand, about to clock out. She’s pointing accusingly at Steve’s naked feet. “Gross!”

Steve grimaces just to avoid rolling his eyes at her. He’s in a hurry, okay? “Sorry!” He hustles down to the staff locker room and grabs a towel and pair of disposable shower shoes, because he’s not a monster. He doesn’t even give the water enough time to fully warm up before he’s stepping into the spray and yanking the curtain closed. The shower stalls are all outfitted with dispensers: shampoo, conditioner, and hospital grade scent-neutralizing body wash. Steve lathers himself up in record time, rinses, then dries off and goes to root through the supply cage for some scrubs that are big enough to fit his shoulders. He’d left his clogs in the heat suite, so he’s forced to don a pair of unisex keds that’re at least a half size too small, and that’s the best he’s going to manage. He glances at his phone: 3:29. Fuck.

There’s a missed text alert, too.

Clint Omcare guy [Today 3:22 pm]: You coming? We’re using the Soc. conference room.

Steve grinds his teeth and hurries for the elevators.

Most of Mercy General’s administrative staff is located on ground level. Steve takes the B elevator down to put him out closest to the building’s east wing, where social services, legal, and financial aid are all located. He pushes through the conference room door at precisely 3:33.

Six faces turn his way. Steve stalls as he tries to apologize for being late. “Sorry. Hope I didn’t hold things up. I was …” he twists his lips, not knowing a polite way to say ‘balls deep in our patient’. “Sorry,” he says again, pulling out one of the available chairs and sitting. He looks around. Phil’s there at the head of the table. Clint is sitting next to Sam, the woman from legal on his other side and Steve next to her.

The other two people, a man and a woman, sit isolated on the opposite side of the conference table. They stick out in their plainclothes, and Steve knows they must be the ones who are trying to get Bucky back. They’re from the cult.

The man looks like he's in his seventies, with mostly silver hair pulled back in a gross little ponytail. He’s older, but tall and broad in a way that hints he might’ve been an athlete, back in his prime. He’s got a look of authority about him, a stern face and the sort of posture that makes it clear he’s the kind of guy who’s used to getting his way.

The woman is much smaller and nearly diminutive in comparison. She seems meek, right down to her mousy brown hair and modest dress. She'd glanced up when Steve first entered the room, but now she’s back to keeping her eyes downcast and her hands tucked in her lap.

Steve instantly dislikes the both of them because he knows what they’ve done. He knows about the abusive way Bucky’s been treated and the messed up things he’s been raised to believe. These people, whoever they are, are responsible for Bucky nearly dying.

Phil is nearing the tail end of his introduction of Steve, explaining how Steve is the alpha support who’s been seeing Bucky through his heat. Disgust is already curling the old man’s lip as Steve nods in confirmation and says, “Hi,” without too much friendliness in his tone. “I’m Steve Rogers. I work on the hospital’s omega OB GYN ward. I’ve been caring for Bucky.”

The man scoffs. “Is that what he’s told you his name is?” When Steve and everyone else from that side of the table just stare at him, the man says, “His name is James.”

“And a last name?” Clint is holding his pen poised over a stack of forms. “Sir?”

The man shakes his head. “We forswear our earthly family names. James is simply James.”

“... Uh huh.” Clint looks about as unimpressed as Steve feels. “And your name is? Sir?”

“I am Russel. His father.” After a beat, the man seems to remember himself and flicks his hand at the woman seated next to him. “This is Rebecca. His mother.”

Steve catches Sam shooting him a dubious look from down the way. He gives Sam a matching look and a little nod back. This dude’s lying. Steve pulls out his phone, careful to keep it below the level of the conference table. He searches for the Wikipedia page on The Children of God’s Kingdom. When he finds what he’s looking for, he glances up. “You’re Russel Wheeler,” he says, confronting the man. “The head of your little religious group.”

Wheeler’s face goes stony but he holds his chin up. “I told you who I am.”

“Right. Bucky’s father.”

“James’ father,” he corrects. He and Steve kind of glare at each other from over the table for a long moment, until Phil clears his throat and says,

“Nurse Rogers has been booked into your son’s heat suite these past thirty-six hours. He’s the one who’s been most closely involved with James’ care. I promise you he only has your son’s best interests at heart.”

Steve watches as Wheeler’s face deepens in disgust. “'Heat',” he repeats, saying the word like it’s something dirty. “James was on suppressants. He shouldn’t be in heat.”

Steve leans forward in his chair. “We took them out. Suppressants are illegal for omegas under twenty-one,” he says. “You broke the law by putting that poison in him.”

Wheeler scowls. “I’m his father.”

“His biological father?” Steve challenges.

“Adopted,” Wheeler grits back.

“I’m sure you’ll have adoption papers to show us then. Legal ones?” Clint says.

Wheeler says nothing.

“You know he almost died,” Steve says icily. “People in your group assaulted him, and the reaction he had afterwards almost killed him. He could have died from all the years you suppressed his heats.”

The woman at Wheeler’s side finally looks up, her eyes round with alarm. “Is he okay?” she asks. Wheeler looks sharply at her for speaking up, but she keeps looking at Steve until he answers her.

“He’s okay now,” Steve says. He’s got a feeling that this might actually be Bucky’s real mother, if her concerned look is anything to go by. She seems way too young to have a seventeen year old kid, but cults have a reputation for child marriages, and Steve can see Bucky’s eyes in her eyes. She relaxes somewhat at his reassurance. “We’re helping him to recover,” Steve says. “He should be just fine.”

The woman’s shoulders sink in relief, but she quickly withdraws again once Wheeler makes an upset noise. “We want him home,” he says. “Where is he? We’re taking him home today.”

“Sir, I’m afraid it’s not that simple. Your son has treatments that he—”

“We didn’t consent to any treatments!” Wheeler snaps, cutting Clint off and hitting the table with his hand. The woman next to him flinches. “We don’t believe in all that stuff. Boy-girls. It’s unnatural and against God.”

“Sir,” Phil tries,

“You all are infringing on our religious liberty!” Wheeler declares. He points at Steve as if he’s the mastermind behind the whole situation. “You’re perverting him and forcing him to go against his religion!”

Steve glowers while everyone else shifts in place uncomfortably. “Hey,” he hisses. “You can believe whatever you want to believe, but not when it starts to spill over and hurt other people. Bucky almost died. Don’t you get that? Your so-called ‘religion’ nearly killed him!”

Infuriatingly, all Wheeler does in response is narrow his eyes and repeat, “His name is James.”

Steve scoffs and throws himself back in the chair, fed up. He folds his arms and shakes his head. Talking logic with these people is useless. The next person to speak is Phil. He and the woman they sent down from legal try again to explain the reality of the situation the Mr. and Mrs. Wheeler: Bucky isn’t in their charge anymore. OmCare has custody now. Bucky needs to receive ongoing medical care and therapy to get well.

“Unfortunately, sir, there isn’t anything you can legally do right now,” Clint finishes up at the end of the meeting, when they’ve made absolutely no progress with Wheeler. “There will be another custody hearing in two weeks. You’ll have to bring proof of identity and of legal custodianship, and you’ll need to get a lawyer to help you if you want any chance at getting your son back.”

“You bet your ass I will,” Wheeler says, standing abruptly from the table. He points angrily at Clint, and then at Steve. “I’m not going to let you pervert him against the Lord. I’ll be back. Come on,” he says to Rebecca, and when she doesn’t move fast enough he grabs her wrist and yanks her along. “I said come on!” He storms out of the room, promising that he’ll be back and that every single one of them is doomed to go to hell because of what they’re doing. Once it’s just Phil, Clint, Sam and Steve left in the room, the air seems to double in oxygen saturation.

It’s Sam who speaks first. He lets out a low whistle. “Wow.”

“You said it,” Steve grumbles. “What a piece of work.”

Clint makes a sound of agreement, still scribbling down notes on a paper form. “Well the good news is that it’s a pretty cut and dry case. Even if they are the real parents, he just openly espoused his nutso beliefs.”

Phil’s mouth quirks and he quietly checks, “Nutso?”

“An official, scientific word,” Clint maintains. “And we have him on record admitting that he's got no intention of following any medical care directive. That's good. No judge in their right mind is going to let an omega be dragged back into that cult. Religious liberty my ass. It’s completely unsafe.”

“Good,” Steve says, happy to hear Clint express it with such certainty. If anybody knows how the system works for minors in custody disputes, it’s Clint. And it’s just one less thing for Steve to worry about. He pushes his chair out from the conference table and stands up. “If you don’t need anything else from me, I’m gonna head back up.”

Phil nods at him that he can go, and Steve leaves to go back to Bucky.

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From the Soccer AU

Two weeks before the season starts, and Buck is doing his homework. He spends hours and hours pouring over YouTube videos and Google searches for new players in the league that he’d be up against on the field. It always takes time, but it’s something that makes him such a good player, that he does his research, he knows going into the match how the players on the other team play.  Kyle Martini for Cincinnati - new right fullback. Roger Wilder for Minnesota - new sweeper. Eddie Diaz for LAGalaxy - new center midfielder. That last one will be important. LAGalaxy is looking to start the season strong after last year’s let down. Buck needs to make sure that the three times this year that he plays against them, he completely dominates.

From the Psych AU

A hand reaches out, slowly tugging the curtain to the side, and there’s Eddie - hair slicked back with water, drops pooling in the dips of his collar bones. Buck can’t appreciate him though, because Eddie turns to look at him and Buck can feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.  Eddie falls back against the shower wall, slits opening in his stomach, blood mixing with the water cacading down his skin, swirling at the bottom of the tub. He slides down the wall slowly, eyes still locked on Buck’s. “Think, Buck, think.” He says, voice echoing through the bathroom.

From the Sugar Baby Universe (giving you only a little because in typical Baz fashion I wrote way more than I intended to for the story)

They’re watching one of the new BBC Earth documentaries at Eddie’s house on a Saturday night when Buck gets the idea. This one is all about birds, and so far they’ve learned a lot about all sorts of them from across the world, but towards the end of the documentary, Eddie perks up.  David Attenborough talks to them over the drone footage above the rich Patagonian landscape. Mountains and lakes and ice fields moving along the screen before the camera changes, a blurry image of something hot pink taking up the screen. The camera focusses, and Eddie leans forward, entranced by the visual that David is explaining. The Chilean Flamingo. It’s the most Eddie has been interested in the film since they started it an hour ago, almost falling asleep on Buck’s shoulder multiple times earlier in the evening.  That night in bed after Buck had brushed his teeth, he finds Eddie on his phone, looking at Google Images of the South American landscape that they had seen in the documentary.  “Do you want to go?” Buck whispers. Eddie’s head whips around to look at him. “Buck, you can’t just…” “I can’t what?” Eddie shakes his head, smiling. “You can’t just take me wherever I want to go.” It makes Buck laugh, because he really can. He tells Eddie as much, sitting politely through Eddie’s denial that he wants to go anywhere. It’s fine, Buck knows all he has to do is bring it up one more time in two days after Eddie’s had time to stew, and then he’ll make arrangements with his pilot and figure out where he and Eddie and Chris are going to stay while they’re there.

From my Eddie/Ana pwp (below the cut!)

She settles on his thighs, and wow it feels good to be back here, to be back on top of him. If only she knew then what she knows now - how desperately she wants to control and how desperately he wants to be controlled.  He’s half-hard already, just from her tying him to her bedframe and stripping down to her lingerie. She works him to full hardness, hands slicked with lube before she lets go to wipe off her right hand, picking up her Hitachi and running it up and down his length.  She hasn’t even turned it on yet, but he’s already squirming a little, tugging on his restraints and wiggling his hips back and forth under her.

[iheartfinalgirls]

My Choir Designs

Ocean 

-Design mostly based on Tiffany Tatreau’s Ocean

-Straight orange hair that will go insane in the humidity (She always wears her hair down, like nobody has seen her with her hair up. Constance saw her in a ponytail ONCE.)

-Wears glasses (She literally just looks like the nerd emoji.)

-Has buck teeth (She was supposed to get braces but her parents spent lots of the dental money on a new bong.)

-Freckles everywhere

-Iconic headband

-Acne that she’s desperately trying to treat

-Wears her uniform very neat with a red bowtie.

-5’2

Noel

-Design mostly based on Kholby Wardell’s Noel

-Black hair (He cannot get it wet because he will literally just look like a wet cat)

-Black nail polish that always ends up chipping by the end of the day (He picks his nails).

-He has acne but tries to cover it with foundation.

-Foundation is the only makeup he will wear and he spends all morning trying to make it look less noticeable because he doesn’t want to get bullied.

-He has hairy legs because he’s too scared to shave (He does everything he can to hide them)

-Wears his uniform neat with a black tie.

-5’11

Mischa

-Design mostly based on Chaz Duffy’s Mischa.

-REALLY REALLY REALLY dark blonde hair.

-Iconic backwards hat (He cannot enter a public space without it).

-Promise ring from Talia.

-He has stubble because he hardly ever shaves.

-He has lots of body hair in general. (He hit a growth spurt at an early age)

-Eye bags because he just doesn’t give a shit about sleeping.

-He is a bit muscular but also a bit chubby.

-Wears his uniform in an unorganized way, his sleeves are rolled up to his elbows and his top couple buttons are unbuttoned.

-6’0

Ricky

-Design mostly based on Scott Redmond and Yannick Robin Eike Mirko’s Ricky.

-Curly dark brown hair.

-They have noise-cancelling headphones that look like cat ears.

-Wears glasses

-Mostly uses a wheelchair because it makes communicating easier, whether it’s through ASL or through the AAC device.

-Speaking of their AAC device, it has stickers all over it, they’re mostly sci-fi themed, space themed, comic book themed, or cat themed.

-Wears their uniform pretty much the same way Noel does but they’ll occasionally wear the girls jumper under the sweater vest (They also always have cat hair on them, so they need to carry a lint roller in their school bag).

-5’8

Jane Doe

-Design mostly based on Emily Rohm’s Jane Doe.

-Light blonde ringlets + a black headband with a little bow.(Just imagine the 2016 wig)

-The doll has a white lacy dress with a black ribbon around the waist and black buttons.

-Her face is completely white minus her pink cheeks. Her lips are red and small. Her eyes are big and completely black (Light doesn’t even reflect off of them).

-The separation between her head and neck is cracks.

-There are cracks that start from the corner of her mouth and end under her chin. These cracks allow her to move her mouth to speak (They look similar to a marionette’s mouth).

-Her body is curvy and looks like a corpse.

-Her white shirt is replaced with a white blouse with puffy sleeves that get tighter around her wrists + platform Mary jane’s

-6’0 (6’4 with platforms)

Constance

-Design mostly based on Lillian Castillo’s Constance.

-Coiled black hair that fades into purple at the end (She always plays around with her hairstyle, sometimes its in space buns, half-up half-down space buns, one big bun, or just down sometimes.)

-Wears pastel jewelry.

-Her glasses are rounder than Ocean’s and Ricky’s.

-Nails always painted in pastel colors.

-She just likes decorating herself in lots of pastel colors in general (when she gets pimples, she wears those smiley face pimple patches).

-She is plus-sized (if you draw Lillian’s Constance, draw her plus-sized for the love of god)

-Her shirt is buttoned up but she always forgets her tie.

-5’4

Penny

-Design. Mostly based on Emily Rohm’s Penny.

-Really long brown hair (She hasn’t cut it since she was 14) usually done in twin braids + bangs obscuring her eyes.

-She wears goth jewelry that she always fidgets with (goth Penny is real TO ME).

-She secretly carries her doll in her backpack (Only the choir knows).

-She got pushed down the stairs a lot (before people started ignoring her) so she still has some injuries and bandages on her.

-Her body is curvy.

-She has hairy legs because she HATES how itchy her legs get after shaving.

-Again, her white shirt is replaced with a white blouse with puffy sleeves that get tighter around her wrists (the reason her shirt is different is because of her sensory issues) + platform Mary jane’s.

-6’0 (6’4 with platforms)

[lipglossanon]

so i guess my first few 💀 emoji anon being me wanting to get railed by Krauser and Leon and/or Chris is coming full circle because me i maxed out the amount of words you type in an ask for the fifth time 🫣

imagine reader goes camping in the fall, small little secluded campsite a good hike into a forest the locals said she shouldn’t go into and she does anyway. food goes missing, clothes go missing, miscellaneous liquids? on the trees around her campsite, so many little things so she’s concerned about someone being out there with her right,,, so she stays up one night and hears growling and grunting so she peeks out of the tent and sees a wolf like creature tearing open her bag of clothes she lost the other night, and the creature goes through her clothes to find her bra and smells it while his cock twitches and leaks,,,,, grossly fascinated with what she’s seeing she doesn’t realize another one has come up behind her and she screams when she turns to see what was breathing down her neck. crawling out of the tent she’s trapped between the two werewolves now and the one she watched go through her clothes slides his arms under hers and keeps her pinned to his chest while the other one spreads her legs and sniffs her cunt before biting her thigh making her scream and the one holding her laughs and says i think you should’ve been nicer Chris which the other one, Chris, just chuckled before going back to remove your shorts to lazily lap at your clit making you moan causing the one holding you to start marking your neck so you to rut yourself against Chris’s face making him pull away and move up to rip your shirt off saying i think i’d rather you take your time with her Leon before running off so you’re left alone with Leon and he’s absolutely feral marking you, humping your thigh, sucking on your nipples and using his teeth until they bleed you’re just entirely cock drunk before anything’s happened and he knows this as he watches you spread your legs as he strokes his dick a few times, thumb not been close to touching his fingers making you whine when he starts to stretch you out around him and when you try to scoot back he bucks his hips forward bottoming him out instantly making you bleed and scream causing a loud bark from the forest surrounding you as Chris returns with someone else while Leon whispers “maybe listen to the locals when you come out somewhere you shouldn’t be” the new one grabs your thigh and says “maybe put her on her side, let me have a turn” and he does just that putting you on your side both of them in each hole while Chris is fucking your throat and when they’re done they don’t leave and instead take you back to little shack where the new one, you heard them call Krauser says “i can’t believe the locals let her out here during mating season,” Chris agrees while Leon puts his phone away saying “the Full Moon should last another few days” and they should keep you there until it’s done while his eyes rake over your body covered in dried blood and bruises while the conversation becomes muddled as you feel yourself finally relax the last thing you remember hearing is Chris saying they shouldn’t be so hard on you tonight to which Krauser and Leon disagreed (obviously 🤭)

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(i seriously didn’t think it was that long but i got rid of four paragraphs 👀 and the red text blocks that show up when you max out the text for an ask feel condescending after the sixth time you try to type an ask and it’s still too long lmao but the other four paragraphs were them using her the next night and Leon taking her back to his place after it’s over and they make it a regular trip to meet up with the other two every mating season because there has to be one for werewolves right?)

💀 anon, you’re killing me 🥵 🥵

I love every single bit of this 😩 and they’re absolutely feral since it’s mating season and just 😵‍💫 😵‍💫

And I hate that there’s a word limit on asks cause I’d love to read all your thoughts on it 😭

Just this is a perfect storm of everything that I like 🤭 🤭 (Ive really been sitting on the fence about like a lycan!Chris and reader but idk if I’m ready to write a new RE character lmao)

And also! May I suggest the song Little Red Riding Hood by Sam the Sham and the Pharaohs (which I love lmao) and this more moody cover which is also phenomenal 🤭

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these kinda go hand in hand for the emoji asks so 👀🤲

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😂 Oh boy, erm... I got a request for breeding kink with Seb? 👉👈 And I may be going a little overboard with it? Been working on it for two days, this is day 3.

Basically, it's kind of inspired by the myth of Pandora, or rather an interpretation of it.

The existing version is that Pandora's box released demons and evil and diseases into the world, and all that was left in it when it was closed were the good things.

But another interpretation I've read recently is that, perhaps, originally, Pandora's box was the source of all things (hence the name, Pan dora = all gifts). So that means good and bad and war and peace and illness and healing all originated from it. And in that way, it served as a metaphor for the womb, which creates all of humanity with all of humanity's potential for good and bad.

And from all that, I came up with the idea that Seb found this magical box that gave you whatever you need, kind of like the Room of Requirement that you could carry around lol. But you needed a special key to open it, and that key was... proof of love 👀 Cum, the key to opening it is girl cum and boy cum.

That's it, that's the fic. I'm halfway done at 5k words and I want to pull my hair out. It is smut from start to finish. And to make it more ✨fun✨, it's noncon, and my goodness do I hope the anon who sent the request won't mind, because it's comin' 😅

Anyway, thank you for your questions, nonny! 💕

And here's the hastily written and not proofread snippet. Below the cut, because NSFW:

He looked at her intensely, breathless, watching every frown and tensing of her face while his finger eased itself past her hole. He pressed in almost shyly, then retreated, then pressed in deeper, making her moan. Her hips twitched beneath him, trying to buck him off. To soothe her, he flicked her clit a little harder, distracting her with pleasure from the pain of piercing her.

“Shhh… shhh… there there,” he gentled with a whisper. “I just want to feel what you’re like inside…”

His thumb eased on her clit and he removed it, leaning closer instead to touch it with his tongue. She yelped and her hips jumped, but he held her down firmly while working his finger deeper, deeper, a little bit deeper inside with each thrust. Slowly, Sebastian curled his tongue beneath her hub, just letting it rest there as his lips slowly closed around it.

“It’s too much,” she whispered, her back arching, head thrashing left and right, her hands twisting senselessly into the rope. “Sebastian, it’s too… too much…”

He hummed as he suckled on her clit, sucking the taste of her flesh off of her. Her little pearl warmed up on his receiving flesh. Beneath, he removed his index finger and moved it instead to part one of her folds, now so much more swollen and throbbing, and placed in its stead his thicker middle finger in her hole. Rubbing back and forth gently, he opened her up a little wider, groaning at how her soft channel hugged him from every side. Her wetness dripped out of her around his knuckles, coating her upper thighs. She clenched when he shoved the digit all the way inside, her whimpers drowned out by Sebastian’s hungry moan when he felt the end of her on the tip of his finger.

“Stop it!” she hissed through clenching teeth.

Her legs struggled and moved until he caught one of them in his hand and held her by the knee close to his neck, folding her open while he ate at her, licking and sucking and teasing her with kisses from her clit to her hole where his finger teased her open. He parted from her with a suckling pull at her folds, then began kissing her inner thigh while he thrust his finger faster and faster, preparing her for what he was about to do.

“Why is it so difficult for you to accept being loved?” asked Sebastian, looking tiredly into her eyes, his lips against her skin, breath fanning over her most sensitive place that burned and leaked with her pleasure. It didn’t even sound like a tease, it sounded as if he was… sad for her, and genuinely curious to know the answer. “You’re not afraid of me,” he sighed, shaking his head slightly, “not really… You’re afraid of being vulnerable. With me...”

[giallos]

wip wednesday

more of that pining eddie thing (past eddiesol, current bucktalia, pre-buddie)

“It’s not a pity invite,” Buck says, plucking Eddie’s phone out of his hands and swiping at things on the screen. “We invite you to these things because we like you, man. Not because we feel bad you and Marisol broke up, or whatever.” “I know.” Eddie sighs. “It just feels like that for me.” Buck brings up the rideshare app and hands the phone back to Eddie. “I’m sorry, I never wanted you to feel like we were just humoring you.” “I know. I think if I were in a better spot,” Eddie says, fudging the truth only a little bit now, “I’d be… grateful to be included.”

Buck puts a hand on Eddie’s back. Eddie feels it, the press of his palm, the warmth of his fingers through the thin cotton of his T-shirt. Eddie doesn’t let himself lean back into the touch no matter how much he wants to. He can hear Natalia puttering around in the kitchen, stacking plates and plunging them into the sink basin with a wet pop. She’s humming a song under her breath as she works; Eddie thinks it’s one his abuela used to sing to him when he was little. Natalia keeps humming as she dips her hands into the sudsy water. La pájara pinta, he thinks. Then: Cuándo vendrá mi amor… Eddie slaps Buck on the chest with the back of his hand, all friendly and bro-like, the way they are at the firehouse, in the lockers, in the dining area. Buddies. Bros. Eddie glances down at his phone, bottom lip caught between his teeth. He fiddles with the app, swiping and scrolling until he finds a ride. just 8 mins out!!! pops up on his screen almost instantaneously, followed by a stream of cheerful smiling emojis. Eddie taps out thanks man I'll be waiting out front blue hoodie black jeans and tucks his phone back in his pocket. “She’s a smart woman,” he says, tilting his head in the direction of the kitchen. Natalia is still humming his abuela’s nursery song. “You hang onto her, Buck.” Buck squints, forehead crinkling. “Yeah, I know,” he says, slowly, like he thinks Eddie might really be losing it. He gets even squintier, if possible. “Natalia’s great.” “Yeah,” Eddie echoes, staring down at his blank, black phone screen. “Natalia’s great.”