#it's the hormone fluctuation of course

[famewolf]

I forgot to do my shot for a couple of weeks, whoops. but it's always so wild to me how calm and centered I feel afterwards. not having T makes me feel neurotic and all over the place. I can always tell when it's time to do my shot because the day before I get a little irritable.

[boundinparchment]

Precious

It came to him like any other pondering: in the middle of some other project, when he was just beginning to finalize the conditions for the next experiment to isolate a variable. Perhaps the ideas manifested from the long hours spent among specimens organic and otherwise, away from you; the root of their origin was hardly the concern. If anything, perhaps it meant that this current experiment held no interest but he did not have the luxury to set aside foundational projects. Or: Dottore's unbridled curiosity gets the better of both of you. Dottore/Female Reader, established relationship; breeding kink, references to pregnancy, shameless smut/pwp. Available on AO3 here. Divider by cafekitsune.

It came to him like any other pondering: in the middle of some other project, when he was just beginning to finalize the conditions for the next experiment to isolate a variable.  Perhaps the ideas manifested from the long hours spent among specimens organic and otherwise, away from you; the root of their origin was hardly the concern.  If anything, perhaps it meant that this current experiment held no interest but he did not have the luxury to set aside foundational projects.

So instead, Dottore let the scenario play out.  One possibility of thousands as each domino fell into place, ready to cascade into its neighbor.  At every fork, a consideration, logically worked through, before the next path was made.

His hand paused mid-stroke in his notes as he ruminated over every possible route beforehand and then he allowed himself one indulgence: what about this scenario was appealing?  What would he glean from the experiences?  If he was going to heavily consider this (and given how he could not tear his focus away from the idea, he knew he was in far too deep already), he needed to understand what he sought to achieve.  

How would his seed taking root affect you, what would those changes look like on you ?

Your breasts, undoubtedly sore, but heavy and full in his hands.  Food sensitivities were a given.  Headaches, perhaps (most certainly, given your record of them over the years).  Your radiance would only increase as your hormones continued to fluctuate but an element of that was down to the individual’s emotional state.  

He imagined how you felt in his arms now, nestled close, and then gave thought to the swell of your stomach as life grew inside you.  What would that feel like for you as he experienced the other side of a kick or other motion?

Dottore finished the single shape of the letter and then dropped his pencil, reaching up to rub the lower half of his face.  His pants grew tight in anticipation of starting off the chain of events mingled with his adoration of your presence in his life.  He was getting ahead of himself on pure instinct, he reminded himself; as pleasurable as it would be, planning with you was involved.

The edge of the immediate passion faded as he continued his thoughts to after .  What would he be like as a father?  His younger Segments gave him only the vaguest impressions of what it meant to tend to another life more fragile than himself and it was a skewed perspective.  Would they be as inquisitive and curious as he was, too wide-eyed and excited to understand the world?  Or would they be more reserved, introspective?

He never had a relationship with his parents, not truly, and the adults in his life were always such disappointments.  Without a foundation, could he…

Was he even capable of forming an emotional bond like that?

The arrogance and self-reliance immediately answered; of course, he could, and he would be exceptional at it.  Very little in this world remained unanswered to him, after all, and one of the best things a parent could be was wise and well-connected.

Such sentiments felt hollow as he recalled how foolish such adults in his own life were.  So blinded by their ideations that they failed to consider they were not, in fact, infallible.

Sitting here like this, speculating, was useless, Dottore fumed.  This was nothing more than curiosity.  He was fully satisfied with life as it was but he was well within his realm to wonder what else might be possible with you, between the two of you.  

He rose, straightened his attire, and began stringing his thoughts together on just how to propose this to you.

“Why don’t we try then?”

You said the words as if you were discussing the weather and it took Dottore a moment to let your agreement sink in.  He paused mid-stride across your bedroom floor, formal trappings of his role gone leaving him only in his shirt and trousers with his head cocked as he stared at you.  Truthfully, he expected far more pushback, more questions, examining his thoughts from a different angle as if he were solving some Sumerian puzzle.  Yet here you were, simply…

Agreeing.

The rest of the arguments building up in his head crumbled at the sight of you on the bed, looking at him as if he hadn’t suggested a life-changing series of events all for the sake of mere curiosity.  He would change that, he thought as he crossed the short distance to the bed and crawled atop the covers in one fluid motion.  You would regret being so immediately compliant, for invading his thoughts like this with the sight of you flushed and sated, full of his essence…

Dottore freed you of the remnants of your clothes, soft shorts and a chemise that only served to prevent your skin from chaffing beneath your uniform.  His member strained against his pants as he stared down at you, your eyes aglow as he palmed your bare breast with one hand and then reached for your thigh with the other, squeezing soft flesh as he went.  You made quicker work of his belt and buttons, pushing away the remaining barriers between you with a fervor that betrayed your earlier attitude.

You smirked into his kiss, his tip poised at your entrance, wet heat radiating from you in waves he couldn’t wait to let wash over him.  He would sink deep into you, languid but determined , and even when both of you were spent, not a drop of his seed would go to waste.  Perhaps plugging you up might increase the already favorable odds of success in breeding you.

He felt your leg tighten around his and a sudden shift in weight just as he was about to push into you.  Dottore huffed, his tongue delving into your mouth, defiantly looking to end the space between the two of you.  His hands reached for your hips, gripping you to slide you down, but you were quicker and captured his wrists before he could exert any force.  

His cock twitched against you at the sight of your smile and the way your chest rose and fell, skin flushed with arousal.  He could kiss those swollen lips forever and document every stroke along the way, plush and compliant and yet so capable of delivering a matching verbal blow when needed.  

“Not yet,” you murmured.  “You’re so excited, Zandik.  I want you to beg for it.”

The way you said his name ran shivers down his spine and sent an ache to his loins that bordered on torture.  

You pushed his arms away and pinned them to his sides, so close and yet so far, as you circled your hips.  He inhaled sharply as your soaked entrance, velvety and inviting, brushed him; the sound was wet and obscene, a testament to your own thrill.  His eyes were momentarily glued to the way you sank down just enough to engulf his tip and only his tip, denying both of you the satisfaction of filling you to the hilt.  Your pace was slow, unrelentingly slow, and when you continued to swirl your hips, he bucked, hands gripping the sheets as he sought deeper purchase inside you.  He growled when you pressed a hand to his abdomen and forced him back down, your molten core barely touching him now.

“What do you want, Zandik?”

Didn’t you understand how much he needed you?  Needed to fill you?

You raised your eyebrows playfully, goading him.  If there was one thing he knew well, it was your dedication to sticking to your word and getting what you wanted.  You never relented, not once; he adored that about you, even if it caused him agony in the process.

“Please,” he panted through gritted teeth, knuckles white as his grip on the soft sheets tightened.  “Please.  I need to feel you.  All of you.  Need to see you filled with me—”

His plea died out into little more than a gasping moan as you sank down onto him in one stroke, and then raised your hips, pumped yourself along his tip, and then took all of him again.  He let go of the sheets, hands trembling, and gripped your waist, following your rhythm.  When you finally leaned over to kiss him again, a coil of warmth began to tighten as he felt your bare breasts against him, the flesh of your abdomen against his.  He bucked beneath you, determined now, your walls quivering and fluttering around his cock, squeezing him.

Your rocked your hips, steadily riding our your first orgasm into a second, and then a third.  Your body was begging for it and all he could imagine was your skin glowing, swollen with child, his child, changes driven by his own hand…

White seared his vision as he let go, shooting deep into you, his grip on your waist tightening to keep you in place as and tensed, toes curling.  His mouth dropped open in wordless pleasure and he lifted his hips up off of the bed, driving himself as deep as he could go.  You writhed atop him, core throbbing now, pulsing as you took every last drop he gave you.  Dottore continued, pumping into you until the last of your victorious aura melted into soft whimpers and pleas, your body jolting with every brush against a spot deep inside you.

Perfect.  Exactly how he wanted you.  You weren’t the only one who could play, after all.  

Mindful to keep himself inside you, he leveraged his weight and turned you both back over and pressed your legs up to your chest.  You were spent now, too relaxed to keep up your teasing, and that suited him perfectly.   He withdrew, and immediately replaced his members with two fingers, pushing his seed back into you but not before curling his fingers and pressing against the spongy flesh of your front wall.

“That’s for not being forthcoming about your own desires, my beloved,” he whispered.  “Keep writhing; we’ll succeed soon enough.”

[baravaggio]

okay definitely a weird question but I don't know of a better person to ask about this: do cis men and cis women smell noticeably different to you?

omg sorry I forgot this was sitting in my inbox, hope this wasn't a time sensitive query lol...anyway the answer is yes of course, a lot of it has to do with hormones (among other things) so it's to be expected

to me cis women have a greater variation in smell though even if the odor isn't as strong, although it could just be because I have a bigger sample set to pull from....like everything from fruity to cumin-ish to oniony to almost boozy. sweeter for sure, especially when they're younger. tbh I don't have anything to back this up (other than I've heard men say this too, although they usually have the sense to stfu about it) but you're really paying attention to scent, you can kind of tell where a familiar woman is in their cycle, not because you're smelling those odors specifically but because the body's scent changes more generally as hormones fluctuate

cis men smell more animalic to me, I feel like "musky" isn't a good enough descriptor because it's such a broad scent category (like women also have "musk" obviously it's just different)...men's is sharper & a bit more wild & pungent, more astringent (grapefruity?), slightly meaty even. caraway seeds & patchouli sometimes. the sensation of smelling it even hits my nose in a different way, especially depending on what phase of my cycle I'm in. fun stuff to notice lol! 🐽🍷

[the1975attheirverybest]

Queen of hearts

Acknowledgements and Disclaimers: this one goes out to all the moms out there. New moms. Experienced moms. Mom-to be. Yall are heroes man. All the love.

Shout out to the mutual who helped answer my pregnancy questions. Thanks for letting me pester you. You know who you are. Any mischaracterizations of pregnancy, labor, or postpartum are completely my own.

Warnings: brief depictions of labor. Mentions of depression. Also not proof read.

***

9 months had flown by like a dream. The whole thing had felt like a movie. And Matty, having made a career out of making life feel like a movie, was wary of the whole thing. Of course they’d had their ups and downs. Worrying over what constitutes a good parent and whether they were going to fuck this child up before it even had a chance to grow up and make its own mistakes. The occasional shock over how powerful and real hormone fluctuations can be. The Braxton Hicks scare. The late night cravings and the crying (some of which was done by him, if he’s being honest). Arguing over baby names, if the kid should be allowed to play football before a certain age lest they get injured. If, being the child of artists meant that the child would be sign up for music and art lessons, or if they would wait and see what the kid naturally gravitates towards. If gender-neutral clothing was inherently boring and lifeless, or, if it was ‘too woke’ to have a baby girl in a car onesie or a baby boy is a butterfly onesie. It was, after all, a pregnancy, not a walk in the park. But he’d loved and welcomed every bit of it. And so had Jo. He’d swelled with joy watching her nest and acquire baby clothes, paint the nursery, and start a vintage stuffie collection. He’d helped her curate a little library of children’s books for kids of all ages, to make sure their baby would be guaranteed a great start, no matter how advanced they turned out to be (Jo and Matty, were, of course, convinced that their child would be a genius). Looking back, even the labor and delivery process seemed perfect.

Jo had screamed at him the whole day.

“We can’t actually go to the hospital just yet. I called. The front desk woman told me to stay put and put on some yoga music.”

Jo had unleashed a string of obscenities upon him that he has chosen to omit from memory ( he remembers them perfectly. She had asked him if he was a demented fucker or if he would like this baby to come out or a teeny tiny hole in his penis instead). He had laughed, told her that she was funny and that he was falling in love with her all over again. She’d thrown the tv remote at his head, missing narrowly.

His gravest mistake, however, was trying to document everything. He’d brought a film camera into the delivery room, which the nurses had balked at. But Matty has been used to being called eccentric so he didn’t care. He wanted to remember every single moment of this day forever. And, when Jo had failed to convince him by making the same arguments that he often proposed at his own shows, for his own fans to put the camera away and just be in the moment, she’d decided to teach him an lesson by choosing not to warn him about the messiness of childbirth. The next thing she heard him say was “oh. So much blood.” Before he’d dropped the godforsaken camera to the floor, smashing it to bits. And ridding everyone of its evils forever.

“Oh my god, she’s here, Jo! I can see her head!” He’d rushed over to her, with tears in his eyes, squeezing her hand. “C’mon, Jo. You’ve got this! One more push.”

“I can’t, I can’t, I can’t. It’s too much. I just- she’s gonna have to stay in there forever.”

“‘fraid we can’t do that, Josephine” the doctor shook her head. “She’s almost out which means it’s tight on her now, if you don’t push, you’re hurting her.”

Jo instantly burst into tears.

“No, no, no! Baby don’t cry!” Matty cooed, then turned towards the doctor. “Why the fuck would you say something like that to her? Right now, as well! are you TRYING to upset my wife right in the middle of the birth of my child?” He hovered over Jo protectively, wiping her sweaty forehead with one of the rags that the nurses had brought in, and kissing her. “You’re okay, Jo. Our baby is going to be okay. Deep breaths, yeah?”

“You promise?” She whispered, too embarrassed for the nurses and doctor to hear.

Matty swears, this, was the moment that he became a dad. Knowing that his wife and child needed him to be the sane and steady one for the first time completely changed him as a person.

Though he had no business making these promises, he’d never felt more certain of anything in his life. “I promise, my love. I’ve got you. And you’ve got our baby. She really needs you right now. So….lets do this, yeah?”

Jo nodded, watching the nurse approach and take her hand to pull her back into position.

“C’mon,love. One more push?” The matronly lady encouraged.

Jo screamed as she gave it her all, Matty’s hand in hers.

“Great! You’re doing great, Josephine! Give me one more push!” The doctor smiled.

“You said that last time! Every single time you say this is gonna be the last push! You’re fuckin lying.”

With tears in her eyes, Jo screamed and cussed out everyone in the room, pushing with all her might, until finally, the baby was out. She heard cheering and congratulations erupt around the room which was her cue to lay back and finally relax.

“Dad, Would you like to do the honors? cut the umbilical cord?” The nurse had asked.

“Oh? I- erm I …should. But I don’t wanna leave you? But also I don’t wanna leave…her- I….” Years later, Matty would realize that it was, in fact, this moment, that had made him into a dad. The moment that he felt conflict between choosing to stay by Jo’s side and hold her hand through what she had just accomplished , or let go of her hand to go meet his daughter instead.

“Go, Matty, go.” Jo had encouraged him, her voice weak from screaming. She nodded as he hesitantly loosened his hold on her hand.

“Let’s fuckin do this!” His shaky hands took the surgical scissors from the doctor and made the cut. “Oh my fuckin god, hiiii” matty cried as he met his daughter for the first time. He almost reached out to take her into his arms but, then, realized that it should be Jo who gets to hold her first.

“Would you like to-“

“Yes, oh god, yes, please?” Jo sat up straight.

Matty, with fresh tears still running down his cheeks, leapt into action adjusting her pillows to support her back as she leaned forward to receive her child.

“Oh god, Matty, look. She’s so….”

“Perfect.”

Everything, about Sophia, from conception to birth, had been perfect. So, it was a complete shock to Matty (and to Jo) when things changed postpartum.

It all started with Jo sleeping in a bit more than usual. At first, Matty had written it off as her body recovering from labor. After all, she’d literally housed, sheltered, and built a human being from scratch for 9 months. She was entitled to a little bit of extra sleep if that’s what she needed. Besides, he saw this as his opportunity to step in. While Jo was pregnant, Matty felt limited in how much help he could be. He flew back and forth in between tour dates to be at doctors appointments, and to help purchase the crib and pick out the nursery colors. He drove across the country to make it to specialty bakeries and shops to fulfill the strange flavor combinations of pregnancy cravings. But none of it was comparable to literally being pregnant. So, it was only fair that he take on some of the work now that the child was born, and let Jo get her rest.

He wanted to be the best dad he possibly could. So, he dove in head first. And he missed the signs. It wasn’t until he was holding Sophia in his arms, looking at Jo, as she laid in bed, saying “it’s a baby, Matty. All it does is cry and sleep. What does it want from me?” That he realized something was deeply wrong. By then, it was too late.

Matty walked around the messy house, eyes blood shot and sore. Whether it was the crying or the lack of sleep, he wasn’t sure. He went into the kitchen, pulling out a massive trash bag and hauling in all the empty takeout containers that had been sitting there all week, shoving them all into the trash bag. He needed to step up his housekeeping game. At this rate, they’ll be living in squalor by the next few days.

He pulled the only clean mug left out of the cupboard and reached for the coffee machine that had been on since this morning, pouring himself a cup.

“Fuckin hell.” He whispered at nothing in particular. What time was it? What day of week or month even was it? He tapped his phone screen for answers. It was a Wednesday in the middle of the month. Just shy of noon. He knew that the best thing he could possibly do for his family right now would be to admit that he’s in over his head. And ask for help.

***

“Where is she now?” Adam asked, stirring the sugar into Matty’s tea before placing the mug in front of him.

“home. Erm….the cleaning service is working on the house. Her mom is there, too, to watch Sophia while she showers and stuff, so….”

Adam nodded, at a loss for words. He squeezed Matty’s shoulder gently.

“What do I do? How do I fix this?” Matty’s eyes darted between Adam and Carly, who wizzed around the kitchen, preparing dinner, with her son at her feet.

“You can’t fix it, mate.” Adam shrugged. Sheepishly.

“I know; I know. But- what do I do?”

Adam simply rubbed his friends back, searching his brain for any words of solace or wisdom.

“Matty, have you eaten anything today?” Carly asked, with her back to him, standing at the stove and stirring something that Matty couldn’t quite see.

He was offended by the question. He’d come to her with the biggest problem he’s ever had to face and her response was to ask if he was hungry? Speechless and indignant, he shook his head. “I have not. No.” He gritted, anger palpable in his voice.

Carly knew better than to take it personally.

***

Carly and Adam exchanged a look. Adam nodded, rising to his feet and taking his child from between his mother’s legs. “C’mon, little man. It’s time for bed. Let’s get into the bath. Give mummy and uncle Matty a bit of time to chat.”

Carly walked over to Matty at the dining table, setting down two huge containers in front of him. “This one’s soup. This one’s chicken and veg. Take them home. Freeze the leftovers and defrost as needed.”

“Carly, I-“

“Comfort food is good. For both of you.” She smiled brightly. “She won’t have an appetite but keep offering it to her anyway.”

“Right.”

“I’m gonna send you a list. Maybe pop into the shops on your way home and buy some of it. Baby cream, nipple pads, stuff like that.”

Matty nodded, dutifully.

“I’ll speak to Patricia and Charli and everybody. We’ll start a rotation. Check in on her and- maybe even send you off to the store a few times. There are just some girl things that she might not have on. Just some bits and bobs to make her life easier.”

“Hmm. Yeah. I suppose.”

“Matty, darling, you know who you need to speak to here. Who she needs to speak to. And it isn’t me, and it isn’t Adam, or George, or Ross, or even a doctor who will rattle off some statistics at her. Why haven’t you done it yet?”

***

Carly was right. Matty knew the person for the job. The reason that he hadn’t called his mom yet was because he was ashamed. Ashamed to admit, in front of her, that he had failed. He’d failed his wife. Failed his kid. Failed to do what he claimed his mother’s struggle had taught him. Failed to be patient, failed to be empathetic. He expected too much from her and he resented her when she wouldn’t rise to it. And he hated that about himself.

But his mom was always there. All he needed to do was call her and say “mum, I need you.”

Denise rushed over.

“Oh, matty, it’s okay.” She placed her hand over his. “It’s different when it’s your partner, isn’t it?”

“Why, though? It shouldn’t be! It’s not like she’s any more or less of a person, a woman, or a mother than you were when you had me!”

Denise rolled her eyes. They both knew Matty was smarter than this. “Yeah, but that doesn’t matter, does it? You were 17 when I told you about my depression. It had been 17 years. You’d seen me differently. And you knew I loved you because you’d felt it your whole life. You were only finding out about that stuff after the fact. This is not the same. Besides, the way that you feel about your partner is not supposed to be like the way that you feel about your mother, or if it is then I haven’t done my job raising you right.”

Matty frowned and licked his lips, searching his brain for a clever comeback.

“You feel like you’ve been abandoned. Like she’s left all the parenting on you and you’re trying your best but she’s not giving you much to work with.” Denise simply stated.

Matty laughed in disbelief. “That’s absurd. She hasn’t abandoned me.”

“Course, she hasn’t. She’s got an illness, she’s not a bad mother. But that’s what it feels like. And that’s okay. You’re allowed to be scared. You’re a new father too. You’ve got no idea what you’re doing and you want to be able to do turn to her but you can’t.”

“I- “ matty turned tongue-tied. Unsure how to respond. It made him uncomfortable to have his unspoken thoughts said out loud for him. “did dad ever…?”

“I don’t know. You’d have to ask him. I didn’t really speak much to him at the time. Sort of….blamed him for it, actually. A part of me felt like, somehow, he had done this to me or something.”

Matty listened, wondering if Jo felt that way about him.

“In fact, why don’t you go do that right now. Call him round. I’ll get upstairs and check on Jo.”

***

Tim left Matty flipping through old photo albums and went to answer the door, smiling wide and proud when he was met with Louis at his brothers doorstep. “You’re joining the crew?”

“You didn’t think you’d have a party without me and I wouldn’t find out about it, did ya?” Louis winked. “Nah, mum called. Said to come to Matty’s instantly.”

“Get in there!” Denise appeared behind them. “And don’t call it a party that’s insensitive.”

She shut the door, beckoning both men to huddle in the corner with her.

“We’re all here for one thing and one thing only.” Denise spoke with the command of a military officer issuing orders . “To watch the baby for the next two days. We work in shifts. Louis, you’re young and still have your back. You’ll take the overnight shift. Tim you start now. I’ll step in between you two.”

The two men exchanged a smile, nodding.

“And if you want to be here off the clock, you are not a houseguest. You don’t just sit sound and expect to be catered to. Consider yourself a contributing member of the household. Roll up your sleeves and see what needs doing around here. Let’s give them some time and room to figure out what Jo needs.”

***

Matty felt his heart shatter into a million pieces inside his chest when he walked into their bedroom and saw Jo, hugging the duvet, with tears in her eyes.

He rushed over to her, but as he reached for her hand, he recalled all the times that he’d tried to initiate any form of physical intimacy over the last few weeks —a hug, a cuddle, a kiss, sex— only for her to turn him down. He pulled away, hesitant, and not wanting to pressure her into anything. He wasn’t sure if these attempts were his way of trying to comfort her or if it was himself who needed the comforting. He would never think that he could possibly understand what she was going through, but, he couldn’t deny that he needed her, too. So much so that he was certain a simple touch from her would bring him to his knees.

“Jo, Darling,” he whispered, “fuck. You have no idea how much I wish I could kiss you right now.“

Jo blushed as if it were the first time that he had ever looked at her that way.

“Your mom- Denise, she…well, she and I talked. I don’t think I’m okay, Matty.”

He sat on the bed, looking at her. She was a shell of the person that he’d fallen in love with. “It’s alright, baby-“

“How can it be alright? I’m a mother! I- I’m a danger to my own child. When I should be her first and fiercest protector!” Jo yelled, sobbing into her own hands.

The sound of her crying was worse than a knife to Matty’s chest.

“Well, it’s a good thing she’s got me, then, isn’t it?” Matty pulled her into his lap, laying her head against him.

“I love her…” Jo tried to convince herself of her own words “ I want to love her.”

“Course, you do, Jo. You’re just not able to feel much of anything right now. Because of what you’re going through. But, we’ll fix it. I promise. We will.” He planted a kiss to her head “I’m sorry, honey. I’m really sorry I let it get this bad.”

“Matty, it’s not your fault-“

“No, it is. I- I thought that I was being a good dad by prioritizing Sophia over you. I thought it was what I was supposed to do. I thought it was what was best for us all.” She felt Matty’s tears dripping down onto her hair. “But it’s you, Jo. You’re what’s best for all three of us. Sophia and I need you. We’re nothing without you.”

Jo wished she had the will or capacity to comfort him, to want to hold her daughter in her arms. She knew it must be difficult on him, and she hated being a source of his pain.

“I’m sorry, Matty-“

“No!” She felt him stiffen. “Don’t. Don’t apologize. You’ve got nothing to be sorry for, you hear me? You’re not alone. Neither are Sophia and I. Look how many people it took to get us to talk” he giggled at the thought. “Look how many people love you and want to support you.”

He saw the beginnings of a smile on her face. “Carly has practically started a catering business trying to feed us. You should see our kitchen. It’s never been this stocked up even when we’re both at home.”

Jo let out a small chuckle, the first since Sophia was born.

To Matty, that small sound was like finding water in the middle of wandering the desert.

***

Matty walked up and down room at the pace that he had discovered was most comfortable for baby Sophia to nap. He rocked her gently in his arms whispering, “you’re gonna be a sweet quiet girl yeah? Look at mommy. She’s so pretty when she’s asleep next to your crib, don’t you think, Soph? You take after her, that’s for certain. Let’s go get mommy a blanket, yeah? Shall we? Look at you! Taking care of mommy already. Bestest baby in the world, you are.”

[catboybiologist]

Hm, so not the same anon as last time, but im interested (for science reasons), can trans women, after some time and with appropriate hormones, produce milk eventualy? Is it the same quantitiea as cis women or not?

Yes. Even cis men, with a relatively small course of non-replacement hormones, can produce a small quantity of milk.

Iirc (which I will verify later) Progestins are upstream of the production of prolactin, which is the primary signalling molecule that signals the mammary glands to produce milk. From what I know, some milk production can theoretically be regulated by fluctuating E levels directly, but this varies a lot.

Prolactin in cis men can cause them to lactate without any other effects of estrogen and progesterone. Progesterone in trans women can absolutely stimulate lactation, but any effect of progesterone requires you to be on E for a while beforehand, since progesterone receptors are regulated by E. Mechanical stimulation also helps, but of course, this varies a LOT, even in cis women.

From what I've heard anecdotally, trans women wanting to breastfeed (or produce milk for any other reason) usually at least kickstart things with prolactin supplements, but can keep it going with mechanical stimulation. Sometimes this can happen just with progesterone or E, though, although the quantity is much, much less.

While the exact extent of the results vary, this is def very well documented, and many trans women parents participate in breastfeeding their babies.

[cts-ryu-writing-desk]

Unsatisfied Evening

I kinda had a particular scene in my head when I wrote this and well it kinda sat on the back burner till I could imagine what could go with it. This was pretty fun to work on! Hope you guys enjoy!

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It was a Saturday night. Over at Alpha Rho Sigma house, they were up to their usual antics. Dubbed one of the horniest frats at the college their frat house was usually a den of wild unrestrained sex. While not a den of sexually transmitted diseases there was a problem of male pregnancies. The men would be the house’s “Seahorses”.

Essentially anyone and everyone in the Alpha Rho Sigma house would be allowed to fuck the house's Seahorse. It was the belief and philosophy that “they’re gonna get pregnant anyways so might as well just fuck,”

Through every photo since the house's founding fifty years ago, there was always a handful of their Seahorses front and space tear and already very pregnant. This year's batch had a few of their seahorses who had trouble conceiving. A few of them had a large crowd around them gangbanging them in their usual breeding pit, the basement. That however wasn’t true for Mitch.  After a few sessions, he got pregnant, making him the only pregnant seahorse this year. 

This was his first pregnancy, and his fluctuating hormones were leaving him very very horny tonight. Heavily pregnant Mitch just wanted one good hard dicking to take the edge off his pent-up lust. Even though he’d pop any day now, he was feeling a large amount of discomfort throughout the day. Like they always did during these housewife breeding sessions, they had locked the basement door. Mitch had to make do with the ones left upstairs in the house.

Like with Brent, who had Mitch bent over the couch. Brent wasn’t being aggressive enough. Mitch wanted it hard, he wanted to feel used again. Dripping cum, losing count of his orgasms. But Brent came too quickly and into a condom ruining the mood for Mitch. The discomfort didn't settle. It felt like a bit of a cramp around his entire waist and stomach.

“You’re turn bud,” Brent said.

Mitch looked behind him, spotting Brad. Someone Mitch knew was a good lay. He was always aggressive when they’d fuck before his pregnancy. Brad came over quickly, fully erect and eager to get his Derick wet. Mitch of course could tell this, and he wanted this 

Brad could feel his cock throbbing as he stared at Mitch presenting his ass to his short Dom. That round jock ass the bright and alluring pinkies of Mitch's puckered hole.  Brad's hands were shaking as he grabbed into his tall bottom’s waist. 

"Come on, " Mitch's alluring voice drew Brad in.

Brad lined his cock up with Mitch's puckered hole. Pressing the tip of his cock against that tight jock ass swallowing the tip of Brad's cock whole. Mitch's ass felt warm and tight fitting Brad like a glove. Brad's cock pulsed and flared as he slid balls deep into Mitch's round ass.

"Fuck," Mitch moaned arching his back more. "I..."

Brad moaned "Come on," 

Mitchell started "Let's empty those balls one more time for me."

Brad moaned "You're so fucking tight." 

"Let's hope it stays that way" Mitch moaned backing his hips on Dolon's hard cock. 

With one hand Mitch tried to hold his hanging baby belly in place. Trying to ignore the small discomforting pain. Brad groaned as bucking his hips. He wanted to fuck Mitch harder and faster. Brad could feel he was right on the edge. One good buck and Brad thrust as deep as he could, his balls slapping against the underside of Mitch's ass.

"Come on Daddy, you know I can take it," Mitch kept backing his hips to the rhythm of Brad's thrusts.

The rhythmic rocking swaying of his baby belly each bounce and thrust against Brad's cock. Mitch wanted more. Pushing his bass back onto Brad’s throbbing cock, he could feel Brad flaring up. Brad was going to blow at any moment.

"I'm going to cum, Mitch." Brad couldn't hold back anymore  "Donit Brad. Fill my  ass." Brad went aggressive and wild at the end. Mitch could feel Brad's cock erupt into his ass mid-thrust. Brad moaned as his balls tightened ejecting every last drop into his huge sub. Mitch hadn't felt Brad cum like that in months. The pleasure was so intense Brad was seeing stars in his ecstasy. Mitch threw back his hip one more time, making Brad groan as a few more good spurts left his cock.

Mitch felt Brad pull his half-flaccid cock out all the cum dripping out of Mitch's well fucked hole. Mitch's cock was throbbing. He was crying a good climax in his state. Brad fell to the floor, cock flaccid and dripping a small strand of cum left in him.

Mitch stood up from the couch. One hand holding his baby bump in place. All that bouncing around from the sex made the baby stir inside of him. He could feel Brad's load leading out and sliding down his thighs. This only added to his sexual frustration. Brad might be pretty good at fucking. So Mitch left Brad there and headed down the hall to his room.

Mitch walked through the hallway naked and dripping cum. The other brothers of his fraternity didn’t so much as bat an eye at this. Showing it was a regular occurrence even before his sudden gravid state.

Mitch was already pent up, and the consultant influx of hormones from his pregnancy wasn't helping. He stayed semi-hard the entire walk down the hall. There had to be someone in this house who could get him off.

Mitch came by Trevor and Corey, in a room watching porn. They were jerking buddies, always seen jerking off together or jerking the other off. If nothing else, maybe they'll be willing to jerk him off. Being pregnant had its disadvantages, like not being able to reach it.

They were in the room across from Mitch's dorm room. It was Corey who caught sight of a very horny and very pregnant Mitch. 

“Whoa hey there Mitch, got a minute?” Corey called out

Mitch caught sight of the two of them. Cocks out. It had been a while since he’d seen them like that Trevor was pretty big, while Corey had a bigger head. Mitch could feel his cock twitching. 

“What do you want guys?” Mitch asked

“Maybe we can have some fun?”Corey asked Mitch

“Yeah,” Trevor let out, “your belly is super hot,” Trevor commented

Mitch stood in the doorframe. “Think you two can handle me?”

The two grinned. Corey scooted over. He was patting the bed inviting Mitch in. 

Mitch went over and sat there at the edge of the bed. Trevor stood up rubbing his hand and cock against Mitch’s huge pregnant belly. Corey was jerking off feeling up Mitch’s swollen pecs. Though tender, Mitch always liked having his pecs and nipples played with. Neither could avoid looking at his huge belly. Mitch got a glacé of Trevor's huge cock while he furiously beat his meat.

Trevor was grunting as he jerked himself off his cock brushing up against Mitch's baby belly. Corey got to his feet, leaning over and jerking off while he quickly flicked his tongue over Mitch’s nipple. Mitch could feel his cock twitching heavily. Mitch was so pent up and he desperately needed a good dicking. the way they were going at it he wanted them to go ahead and do it “Oh yeah, fuck my pregnant ass,” he begged in a sensual whisper

Trevor groaned his cock pulses and flared. "Fuck!" He let out as he fired a fat load onto Mitch's belly.  

Mitch tried to keep a stoic face. Trying to hide his disappointment. “Fucking shit!” He raged in his mind

Trevor backed up and Corey came over ready to blow his load on Mitch's pregnant belly. “Fuck that was hot,” Trevor let out coming down from his orgasmic high.

Mitch felt it again the pain was a bit more intense and getting harder to ignore. Corey threw a towel on Mitch's belly, the shafting scent of cum was driving him insane.

“Thanks, I've been edging for hours,” Corey let out

 Mitch whipped away quickly, got up, and left. Ignoring those two. “Fucking hell!” He whined low and angrily leaving their room. 

He’d been through a few guys already. And not a single one of them got him off. There weren't any sex toys in the house. Mitch was getting frustrated. Mitch was ready to give up, he stormed into his room. “God fucking dammit,” groaning and mumbling about the disappointing sex

“There you are,” a voice rang out

Mitch looked, seeing it was Joe. A friend from his pre-pregnancy gym days. “Not now Joe,” Mitch said angrily

“What can I stop by and see my buddy?” Joe asked

“I'm not in the mood,” Mitch relented

“I'm just here to talk bud, I haven't seen you in a while,”

Mitch was standing there, and the pain came again. Mitch just closed his eyes tensed his lips and clenched his fist.

Joe's attitude changed quickly. “What's wrong?”

“It's nothing! God I'm not fragile I'm just fucking knocked up!”

“No one's saying you’re fragile but you're obviously in some kind of pain,”

Mitch stomped his foot down, shouting at Joe, “I AM NOT IN PAIN!!”

Suddenly, splat. He felt it fall out of his ass suddenly and quickly. The pressure waned and the moments after felt like hours. Everything moved in slow motion. Joe was quick to get to his phone.

Mitch looked down as best he could at the floor where his feet might be. He could feel something wet and see a slight puddle. What was this? He wondered in that lengthened moment.

“His water broke!” He could hear Joe say into his phone

“My,” Mitch started to say

He was stopped and the pain came by quickly. It was strong and came far faster than before. He couldn't keep a straight face, his knees wanting to buckle. Joe went to catch him.

Mitch didn't hear a word anyone around him was saying. It all felt dragged out.

It was twenty minutes before an ambulance was there barging through the door. One of the EMTs asked Mitch something. “Huh?”

“How far apart are the contractions?”

“The, con- I dunno, maybe fifteen I dunno,” he felt it surge through him again

“Thirty minutes?” The EMT asked

Joe responded “Umm,”

“Rrrgggh,” Mitch let out

“Less than ten,” Joe replied

“These must've been happening all day,” the EMT commented

Mitch hadn't yet felt the baby drop into his birth canal. The EMT driving radioed in a possibly five to six centimeters dilation. Joe got left behind as Mitch was rushed to hospital. Whatever he needed to say to Mitch would need to wait.

Mitch did his best to endure the pain. Getting to the hospital he was informed of the bad news. He wasn't fully dilated, so they'd need to wait. 

“You're only five centimeters dilated. We need you at ten,” his doctor told him

“How long will that be?” Mitch asked concerned

“It could be hours, we'll just have to wait and see,”

“Hours?” Mitch let out a groan feeling another contraction

The doctor simply acknowledged he was in pain and instructed the nurses to offer him some pain relief as best they could. And try some activities to help him speed up the process along.

Mitch tried waddling around but feeling the contractions he wanted to fall to the floor. They were getting stronger and faster. A sure sign the baby would be here soon. They were still several minutes apart. 

He tried to rest by closing his eyes but it didn't last for very long as the contractions got closer and closer with the hours passing. It was already six hours since Mitch arrived at the hospital. It didn't look to be resolving anytime soon.

Hours later l, He called in the nurse complaining about pressure and an urge to push down in his lower stomach.

“That sounds like baby is ready,” she checked him real quick, “yup little ones starting to come out,”

It was almost over. He just had to push out the baby. He kept trying to remember those lessons from his Lamaze classes. His breathing would be important. His doctor was finally here and ready, it was time to begin.

“Remember to breathe,” the nurse told him demonstrating a quick in and out several times

“Alright everybody, let's deliver a baby,” the doctor told his three assistants

Mitch followed the instructions the doctor gave him. Mitch laid at an angle almost like a squat. His balls were nested in a partial jock to keep them out of the way of the doctor's view of his anus. 

“Alright.” His doctor began to instruct. Give us a nice big push on three, two, one, and push”

Mitch tried to push and he could feel the baby slowly coming out. He stopped to catch his breath. Once he felt good enough to continue he gave them the okay. Again the doctor called out, “Three, two, one, and push!”

Mitch tried to push again. It didn't feel like he was making any progress. Stopping to catch his breath he could hear the nurses say, “Good job, good job,”

Mitch felt like he was struggling. 

This continued for some time. Mitch would push until he caught his breath. After each push, he could feel the baby creeping further and further along. It didn't feel like the baby had gone far at all, but his doctor kept insisting he was going well. It had been over eight hours since his water broke. He couldn't feel his legs anymore. He was seeing stars and was exhausted. 

“You're doing very well young man,” his doctor said

The nurses encouraged him to keep going. With barely any strength left, he tried to push again, the baby was almost there a few more inches. They counted aloud, “Big push in three, two, one, and push!”

Mitch tried to push again. He could feel the baby going the weight pressing against everything as they inched out. Mutch could feel the baby's head getting closer, the weight already pressing on his prostate. Once he stopped pushing he felt the baby slide into place. The head was already crowning, when suddenly he felt the shift as the baby moved forward. The head was now completely out and the weight of his soon-to-be-born baby was crushing his prostate. 

Mitch yelped suddenly. The pressure made his eyes cross and his muscles tense. His limp cock suddenly became half-chub. As it started firing off jets of cum into the air, landing against part of his belly and thigh. The nurses were unphased, one whipped him off with a rag. The doctor so much as proclaimed “he popped, were in the home stretch,”

Mitch had learned this was a possibility. But it didn't make it any less embarrassing. The urge to push and the sudden relaxing euphoria of finally releasing a long pent-up orgasm was a conflicting sensation. His whole lower half was going numb as he continued to try and push.

Getting the shoulders free was the tough part. Mitch had run out of steam and each attempt made him feel weaker. Despite that he finally did manage to free the baby, giving his doctor enough to pull the baby out the rest of the way. Mitch could only tell the feeling of emptiness. His eyes were heavy, closing slowly as the numbness took over. 

He felt something small on him, his arm on his chest. Lazily he cradled one arm around it. Opening his eyes to see a full head of hair on his newborn's head. Mitch wrapped his other arm cradling the baby with a gentle tightness. With delivery over they were here. MItch’s little girl had arrived.

Recovering from delivery Mitch was visited by some of his fraternity brothers. A few of them were arguing over who the father was before they entered the room. Getting in and seeing Mitch lay there exhausted and a cleaned newborn sleeping near him tufts of red hair spilling out from under her pink cap they all knew. 

“BRONSON!” shouted loudly 

His frat brothers had to quickly remind him to be quiet. It was true. Bronson was the father, him being the only redhead in the frat easily narrowed that down. It was almost a day before Mitch could walk again. Getting to hold his fussy daughter. Thinking to himself that, “This is the only kid I'm having,” he thought to himself

Getting back to Alpha Rho Sigma house his brothers threw him a welcome home party. He was going to move next door to the ‘den’ as they called it. It was the house the guys would move into after having their baby. Quite and not as much sex. “We'll miss you Mitch,”

“I'm just going next door,” was his response

Many of his frat brothers would say the same thing during that little party they threw for him. Mitch would just respond the same way to each of them. 

“Wow you look cute with the kid,” Bronson had told him at the party “Definitely DILF material,”

Mitch hid his enjoyment of that compliment and thanked him stoically.

After the party, Mitch moved and a few other guys walked his personal things over to the den. A house literally next door to them. Not a fence being the only degree of separation. 

An enthusiastic pudgy young man welcomed Mitch there. A toddler strapped to his hip and obviously carrying another one. He showed him around real quick, the nursery, sitting room, kitchen, the bathroom - everything was child-proofed so he'd “need to get used to that.”

Mitch saw a room with a little heart on it, when he asked what it was his guide seemed to blush, “That's the hanky panky room. Us daddies need to get the edge off too,”

“Oh,” Mitch responded with nervousness

His guide explained how a few of them were on their second pregnancy already. Mitch didn't quite catch it, looking down at his sleeping daughter. Nervously his thoughts began to lean towards something naughty. Something hard and passionate. If he gave into it, he'd most certainly get pregnant again. Thankfully his lower body was far too tender still to even humor the idea.

[ghetto-omega]

‎❀‎✿❀Heat Crash Course❀✿❀

I would like to start this post off by saying don't have sex with your pups... Uhm.. I feel like that should be obvious but just in case U´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`U ...

I would also like to note that all my info posts are for MY verse in particular, and is not the end all be all, so you don't have to agree with me or you can adopt all my headcanons into your own arsenal

Beware this is a long ass post, like I spent about 4 hours on this for no reason. Smh.

If you notice any typos, no you didn't

With that being said...

‎‧₊˚✿General✿˚₊‧

Heats are generally only experienced by omegas, but there are enough outliers for me to justify mentioning it. For the sake of this post, I will be referring to omegas specifically just because I have the most experiences with omegas with heats. (both being an omega and being friends with omegas)

𑁍 What is heat ?

𑁍 Body's natural instinct to copulate and an almost guaranteed way to produce pups

Indepth: Heats are a part of (most commonly) an omega's cycle. It's the part of the cycle where an omega is the most fertile, the most sensitive (physically and emotionally), and the most vulnerable.

There's a hormonal change in the omegas body. It's essentially the body's way to encourage sex by "setting the mood" lol.

Scent glands also open up more, causing more potent scent and pheromones to attract other partners.

Physical symptoms come not only from hormonal fluctuation, but also the body going into overdrive to protect itself from infection, the body's stress from overworking itself naturally, as well as outside stresses like work and family.

Though if an omega gets too stressed it can cause them to skip their heat entirely, but this is also a very large sign that something is very wrong. Skipping heat too many times (both from something more natural like stress or manmade like heat suppressants) can cause an omega to go into a forced heat, or a self-induced drop.

𑁍 When do omegas enter heat ?

𑁍 Anywhere between 3 days to 2 weeks once every 2 months

Indepth: Every omega that you meet will experience heat in a different way, but typically they last anywhere between three days to two weeks, but the shorter the heat the more intense the symptoms. The average length is about one week, give or take a day, once every one to two months.

The first few days of heat are normally the calmest. A little bit of cramping is to be expected, but overall the omega should still be functional. They may be wearing a collar, cuffs, or extra strength scent patches, but they should overall be fine.

The next days are more unpredictable, there's a widespread of omegas who have the climax of their heat in the middle, but just as many who have it at the end. It's important for omegas to stay on bedrest during this time, not just for their comfort, but their safety.

Omegas with a shorter heat are at a higher risk of entering heat in public, seeing as they don't have the days long of build up that other omegas have. They're also at higher risk of dying during their heats because of how spontaneously they can come and go, this could very well throw their body into shock. Omegas who are malnourished or sleep deprived are also at higher risk of death.

𑁍 Where do omegas prefer to spend their heat ?

𑁍 Omegas typically prefer to spend their heat in their nests, or at the very least with their mate, but there are a few rare outliers to this.

In depth: Omegas will create a safe space out of their packs (or partners) items, could be blankets, clothes, toys, etc. Some omegas do this ritual year round, others only feel the urge to nest during heats. It all depends on the person. Some omegas need a whole space to themselves just for nesting.

Of course, you make due with what you have. In public, if they truly have no other options, an omega might find a small hidden place to go and ride out the worst of it. Even the most docile omega would get aggressive in this situation.

If they end up in the hospital or urgent care both places come equipped with seperate rooms for anyone to ride out their heats OR their ruts. Some people don't have a safe place to go through these things, so they can at least go to the hospital if need be.

Some particularly inclusive clubs or bars may also have one or two small rooms they can keep someone, not like overnight or anything, but for long enough that someone can come get the person in heat/rut.

𑁍 How do heats feel ?

𑁍 Every omega experiences it differently, but typical symptoms are: overheating, brain fog, cramping, excessive slick production, potent pheromones and scents, lethargy, fatigue, and an overwhelming need to be bred.

In depth: for a typical week-ish long heat you'll probably experience a little bit of cramping, but mostly all over body, and pelvic aches that'll slowly get worse until the heat is over.

Omegas with shorter periods or particularly painful ones will be on bed rest their entire heat. Their bodies are flushed with fever, and rocked with brutal cramps. The only thing that can really soothe an omega is a knot, exhaustion, sedative, or a long steady period of being bred. How long their contentedness lasts is really up to the method, and how good of a job their partner is doing at administering said method.

Overly sensitive skin and nose is one of the most common symptoms. Most omegas tend to spend their heats nude and enclosed in their nests because of this. Irritability because of this is also pretty common, try not to hold an omegas mean comments against them around this time.

The worst of the symptoms are flashes of blindness or whited out vision (remember to keep hydrated to help prevent this), temporary amnesia or short term memory loss, inability to move, and hyperactive skin shedding or peeling leaving sore open wounds on the body. These symptoms also aren't common, but can be developed at any time, especially in a high stress environment.

‧₊˚✿First Heats✿˚₊‧

𑁍 In order to avoid unnecessary fear or stress from your pup, it's important to have talked to them about heats and ruts before their first experience

Depending on your pup, in the coming days before the pinnacle of their heat you might experience clinginess, excessive crying, hyper aggression, anxiety, or avoidance (especially of school and anybody not family or a fellow omega)

It's important to watch their temperature, especially if they play sports. It's common for omegas to experience fever or even heat stroke if you don't know what to look for

Look out for more concerns about nesting (especially if they hadn't taken any interest in it before), excessive sweating or thirst, increased or no appetite, lethargy, and extreme mood swings.

Make sure to talk to your pup, as well as take them out of the school for the rest of their heat. Keep carbs and fatty foods on hand to prevent illness, dehydration, and malnourishment

Once at the height of their heat they'll be hypersensitive, so make sure to be weary of a stimulus and watch their body language

Don't be surprised if your pup smells sour to you. They are in a lot of pain right now.

Make sure to lightly scent ONLY the things your pup gives you permission to

The number one rule of helping your pup through heat is to listen to them. It's important not to overstep your pup's boundaries to not cause unnecessary stress.

‧₊˚✿Heat with Packs✿˚₊‧

This really depends on the pack. Some packs act more like polycules, others act more like a platonic family, others are strictly friendly, some are some mix of all three

This all completely depends on your pack's comfortability.

For some this means everyone in the pack helps the omegas out with their heat, some only allow their mate(s) to do it.

Some packs allow the pack members to help out in a way that doesn't involve sex, or maybe they're only allowed to help like that when their mate is away

Some even only allow other omegas to help, and everyone else has to stay out.

This is a completely gray area, whatever you decide is perfect as long as it's a good fit for you and your pack.

‎‧₊˚✿Other✿˚₊‧

There are specific brands that cater to the needs of omegas in heat, there's specifically an abundance of food and drink brands, as well as a few adult toy brands

𑁍 Protection

Collars are a common tool used by all sexes while experiencing intense fluctuation in their scent glands or pheromones. Some prefer the stylish ones that give a little less protection, others prefer just something plain that gets the job done, and some prefer the discreet options that look like they're part of a top or pants

There are covers you can place over a knot to help with lubrication so you don't get locked in your partner, some condoms come with built in ones, but they are the more expensive option

Scent patches are even more common than collars, especially the ones that blend in with the skin. Typically you can find these over the counter at your local drug store, though you can get ones prescribed to you as well

There's more but I've been working on this post for hours... And girl I am SO tired lmao

𑁍 Heat suppressants

Technically heat suppressants could go under protection, but I've decided it needs it's own category

Heat suppressants, while being useful can also be deadly. It's important not to take them more than absolutely necessary

Unlike scent patches these aren't just a patch to put on your body to prevent it from happening

Heat suppressants are administered by pill or by needle, they actually mess with your body's hormones and physiology. They can cause a lot of damage if either used without caution, or bought from an unreliable source

They can cause irregular and painful heat, high blood pressure, infertility, cardiovascular issues, and more.

While fine sparingly, using it too much will cause health problems

I have a giant omegaverse dictionary in the works... It will be finished someday...

I want to make a post full of fake brands that would be in omegaverse if you want to help me with that lol

Ofc, feel free to give me headcanons in the notes or hop into my askbox. I love talking to y'all U⁠^⁠ｪ⁠^⁠U

[mandos-mind-trick]

The Bandana

Summary: You’re their medic. It’s your job to understand the ins and outs of their abilities in order to best treat them when they’re injured. Of course, you can also use that knowledge in other ways. 

Pairing: Hunter x reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, teasing, oral, edging, orgasm denial, kind of public sex (it's like half a second), inaccurate medical stuff, reader and her praise kink once more, Hunter's a bit of a dom, light bondage, use of Hunter's bandana.

A/N: It's gross. It's filthy. It's Hunter. None of the medic!reader fics are really related. I know that's kind of a theme lately and I wanted to throw that out there. It's just easiest making the reader a medic, and a couple of them are ideas from a scrapped Bad Batch x medic!reader fic I was working on for a minute. You can read them as being related if you'd like, but that's not really necessary. If you need me, I'll be back in horny jail.

MASTERLIST

Hunter’s abilities are fascinating.

Not that the others’ weren’t, but Hunter’s were the most interesting from a medic’s point of view. He could sense even the most subtle changes within the human body. He could sense a change in someone’s heart by feeling the change in electrical impulses that cause the heart to beat. Even more simply, he could hear someone’s heartbeat if they’re standing close enough. Not only that, the more time he spent around someone, he could smell even the simplest changes in their body. An infection, hormone fluctuations, any sort of dysfunction he could tell almost immediately. 

It had been jarring at first, but he had assured you he didn’t purposefully try to listen in on certain things. He had gotten good at blocking most of it out. He’s very in tune with his squad, in tune enough he usually only notices when there’s something wrong. Not that there usually was, among the perfected specimens of the clones. 

That’s what led you to developing this game. 

You spend a lot of time alone on the Marauder while the boys are in the field. It was what led to you developing an experiment, which quickly became a game. 

Just how crazy can you drive Hunter with your scent? 

Your illicit relationship with the Sergeant hadn’t taken long to develop. After all, who were you to deny when such a fine specimen was offering? He had admitted to being able to smell your arousal, and as soon as your pants were around your ankles, he had buried his face in your pussy and inhaled like he’d been starved for oxygen. 

He’d stolen your panties after that brief foray in the fresher. 

That led you to this experiment. 

You started simple. You’d let yourself get aroused, then you’d leave your panties somewhere only he’d find. Under his pillow in the barracks, in his knife stash, even once dropped into his helmet while he wasn’t wearing it. 

Not long after he’d find them, you’d both disappear for a few minutes so he could fuck you into oblivion for teasing him. 

Then you got bolder. You’d slip a hand into your pants while they were away, coating your fingers in your slick before touching areas of the ship you knew he frequented. Then you started touching things of his. Pieces of his armor, his spare blacks, the wall of his bunk in their barracks, the inside of his helmet, even once bravely letting your fingers brush the hilt of his knife. 

It was less obvious than your panties, and most of the time he figured it out. It was hard on such a small ship to find ways to slip aside, to find a private moment to fuck each other’s brains out. 

You took advantage of shore leave more than anything. The others know you don’t disappear together to do a medical exam. Of course, that was the excuse if anyone ever noticed outside of the squad. It was your job to be thorough, but you don’t think GAR officials or the Kaminoans would consider Hunter’s cock in your mouth a necessary medical test. 

They would blanche at the things you do with the Bad Batch’s Sergeant behind closed doors. 

You’re excited for this shore leave, already having planned your next move to tease your Sergeant. It’s risky, and going to require perfect timing, but you’re well prepared. You’ve thought all this through perfectly. 

The barracks smell as they always do. Despite your best efforts to keep things clean, the stench still manages to linger. You wonder if all the barracks smell this bad, but you’re not about to take that chance. At least you had an excuse for being in the Batch’s barracks. 

They all disperse, going about their normal routines. You settle yourself on the couch, your normal perching spot, and begin to enact your plan. You watch Hunter, the way his body moves, his muscles shifting under his blacks as he removes each piece of armor. Your eyes trail his form from those wide shoulders to his slim waist, then further down to his thick thighs. Heat begins to pool in your stomach as you think about him and just what that body is capable of. 

You drop your gaze to your pack as he turns to look at you, obviously beginning to sense the change in your body. You’re starting to get wet, thighs pressing together for friction as you pretend to go through your med kit.

Hunter leaves to take a shower, and you make your move while the others are distracted. You slip your hand into your panties, gathering some slick on your fingers before grabbing one of Hunter’s spare bandanas. You make sure to rub your fingers all over it, trading it out for the old one sitting on his bunk. It’s not that unusual for you to grab their dirty clothes to add to your bag of things you need to wash. 

None of them blink twice as you toss his old bandana onto the pile. You sink back onto the couch, continuing to go through your med kit like nothing had just happened. 

“We’re gonna get some food, you coming?” Wrecker asks, breaking the comfortable quiet of the barracks. 

“I’ll meet you there. I need to put in an order for some supplies.” You say, sending a wink his way. 

“Right.” Crosshair drolls, lips lifting in a smirk. “Have fun with that.” 

Wrecker looks between you utterly confused as Crosshair practically drags him from the barracks. Tech follows, electing to ignore your exchange with his face buried in his datapad. 

You really do need to get some more supplies. You get up, moving to the crates stacked next to the big windows. It’s dark and raining outside, as it usually is on Kamino. It’s silent in the barracks, the unnerving quiet making the hairs on the back of your neck stand straight. 

A body presses into you from behind, pinning you against the glass window. It hadn’t taken him long to discover your little gift. 

“You’re playing a dangerous game mesh’la.” He growls in your ear, voice low and rough. You can feel the hard bulge of his cock against your ass. 

“I don’t hear any complaining.” You gasp, his hands grabbing yours, tugging your wrists behind your back. 

A smooth cord wraps around them, one of Tech’s spare cables he had lying around. You tug at the knot, secure but not too tight. He turns you around, pushing you towards the table. He bends you over it, pressing your top half flat against it. You bite your lip, anxious for what he’s going to do next. 

He tugs your pants down around your ankles, exposing your underwear to him. He can see the wet spot, the fabric sticking to your pussy from how wet it is. He groans quietly, the scent of your arousal hitting him like a wall. 

He presses his nose against your underwear, breathing in the scent of your arousal. “So sweet.” He groans, lapping at the fabric. 

You moan, more and more arousal pooling in your stomach, soaking your panties. He nips at you through the fabric, drawing a louder moan from your lips. 

“Quiet.” He commands. “We don’t want anyone to hear you.” 

You bite your lip harder, trying to keep the volume down as he moves your panties to the side, dragging his nose through your folds. His tongue follows, tracing a line from your clit to your hole. You let out another moan, hips jerking at the feel of his warm tongue on you. 

He tsks, standing back up. “Can’t do what you’re told? Here, let me help you.” 

He grabs your jaw, prying your mouth open. He balls up a familiar red fabric in his hands before stuffing it in your mouth. You let out a quiet sound, muffled by the fabric of his bandana. 

“Maybe that will help you be quiet.” He says, kneeling back down between your legs. 

He slips his fingers under the gusset of your panties, pulling them taught against your pussy. He drags them through your wetness a couple times before tugging them down your legs. He tosses them towards his bunk, the sound of them hitting the floor audible in the quiet barracks. Your cheeks heat up at the knowledge that you’re that turned on by him. 

And he’s barely touched you. 

His hands grip your thighs, tugging your legs apart until you’re on your toes to keep steady. His hands move to your ass, using his thumbs to part your lips. You can feel his gaze on your dripping pussy, your hips shifting in his hold in anticipation. 

His tongue is warm as it prods at your hole, ignoring your clit entirely. You whine in betrayal, pulling at your restraints as he presses his tongue into your pussy. You moan at the feeling of him, his tongue tasting you directly from the source. He moans against your pussy, slurping at your wetness as it spills from you onto his tongue. 

You can’t cum like this alone. You know it and he knows it. He’s doing it on purpose, revenge for all of the times you’ve teased him in the worst way possible. You whine, trying to press your hips back against his face but he holds you still. He’s not going to relent, not until you’re desperate.

You whine his name from behind the bandana, inaudible from the fabric. He ignores you, continuing to eat your pussy like a man starved. You squeeze around his tongue, trying to seek any extra sensation you can. You’re so close. One tiny touch to your clit would send you over the edge, but he’s not going to give you that.

Not yet. 

He pulls away from your pussy, licking his lips. He stands up, pressing his hips against your ass. His blacks are rough against your skin, and you can feel how hard he is through the fabric. He leans his body over yours, dragging his hips against your pussy. 

“Think you can tease me like that?” He growls in your ear. “Spreading your scent over everything. Drives me crazy.” 

You sob behind his bandana, trying to grind against him, against the table, anything for some relief, but he’s keeping you pinned with his body. 

“Desperate little thing, aren’t you. You want to cum, huh?” He moves his head so he can see your face. “Do you think you deserve to cum?” 

You nod, trying to plead with him, but only muffled sounds come out. 

“What’s that?” He tilts his head. “I can’t seem to understand you. Guess you don’t think you deserve it.” 

You let out a cry as he moves off of you, kneeling back between your thighs. Tears gather in your eyes as he swirls his tongue around your pussy before slipping it back inside. You clamp down desperately against his tongue, seeking out any sort of relief for the ache in your pussy. 

You’re soaked, coating his face as he continues to fuck you with his tongue. Your legs are shaking with the effort of holding yourself up, tears sliding down your cheeks as you moan and cry through the bandana. 

Hunter pulls away from your pussy, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. “You’re a good girl. Always such a good girl for me, even if you are a tease.” 

You make a quiet noise, the table starting to get wet under your face from sweat and your tears. 

“That was a good one, spreading your scent on my bandana. I’m going to remember that.” He kisses closer to your pussy. “You’re such a smart little thing. Always so good for me. I’ll let you cum, just for that.” 

You practically sob with relief, his tongue pushing into your pussy once more. The rough pad of his thumb brushes your clit, sending you hurtling over the edge. Your legs shake, back arching into him as you soak his face, his tongue lapping up every last bit of your cum. He works you through your orgasm, licking up every last bit of your cum. 

He releases the cord around your wrists with a flick of his fingers as he stands to remove his bandana from your mouth. He eases you onto your back, wiping the tears from your cheeks. “Always so good for me.” He says, stroking your face lovingly. 

You practically purr under his touch, leaning into his hands. “Only for you.” 

His eyes darken a bit, the very obvious bulge in his pants pressed up against your pussy. “Think you can take me before the others get back?” 

You nod, using every bit of energy you have to lift your feet onto the edge of the table, spreading yourself out for him. “Easily, Sergeant.” 

You only hope the others take their time getting their dinner. 

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[youaintnothinbuta]

austin - “you need me.”

Summary: Your time of the month really sends your hormones crazy, Austin is sick of you rejecting period sex because you ‘feel dirty’.

Pairing: austin x fem!reader

Word count: 1,100

Warnings: SMUT, period sex, unprotected sex, blood, period oral (f receiving).

If period sex makes you uncomfortable, do not read this!!

MASTERLIST

Being on your period was torture, and not just because of the cramps and the pain and the headaches and the nausea. While those things definitely sucked, it was the crazy fluctuation of hormones that sent your sex drive skyrocketing. You and Austin had a very healthy sex life to say the least, and your insistence on not having sex for the week you had your period drove him wild just as much as it did you. He’d made it abundantly clear he had no problem with the thought of period sex, he took every opportunity to remind you about how orgasms can help period cramps, and had even used the phrase ‘not a real solider without a bit of blood on your sword’ more than once. You wanted to, too, of course, there was just that mental barrier of feeling dirty that was stopping you. Usually, you two just settled for grinding on each other til you came and then finishing him off in your mouth.

“I’ve done the math, Y/N. Your crazy hormones plus your sexual frustration times by my sexual frustration leaves us pretty amazing sex. Please.” Austin groaned as the pair of you arrived home from dinner, walking through the front door.

“Austin, I want to, you know I just can’t bring myself to.” You reminded him, locking the door behind you.

“It’s not any easier for me than it is for you, you know. You’re like an animal in heat. Clawing at me and rubbing on me all day. And then you leave me desperate.” He explained you as he hung his coat up.

“Austin.” You sighed his name, turning to head upstairs.

Begging you wasn’t working, he needed to change his tactic. Seduction. He grabbed your wrist, stopping you from walking away. A little whine escaped your lips. You were desperate to be manhandled by him. That whine didn’t go unnoticed by Austin, who was stood in front of you, one side of his lips curling into a smirk.

“Look at you, you’re about to combust,” he dropped your wrist, instead using his hand to squeeze your waist, “you need me.”

He had you wrapped around his finger with those three words. His eyes fixed on yours intently, making the pit in your tummy feel like it was on fire. You opened your mouth to speak but no words could be said before Austin pressed his lips to yours, that same hand that was around your waist now snaking around the inside of your thigh, giving you a squeeze and trailing his fingers up to your crotch. Your eyes shut, a quiet moan leaving your lips. You thought for a moment.

“Austin, fuck me. Please.”

It was his to turn to almost combust, a tingly feeling shooting through his nerves at the sound of your voice, asking him to fuck you. He picked you up, your legs wrapping tightly around his waist, he wasted not one second getting you to your bedroom, laying you down and then himself on top of you. You tilted your hips upwards as he placed kisses erratically all over any skin that wasn’t covered by your clothes, although aiming his attention at your chest.

“God, Austin, now.”

Usually, being so desperate and demanding would’ve got you punished but not this time, he was far too desperate himself to drag it out any longer. He stood up off you, stripping himself of his clothes, giving you a chance to do the same whilst on the bed.

A hand of his pulled your knee to one side, spreading your legs in front of him. He wrapped the string of your tampon around his finger.

“Can I?” You nodded, he slowly pulled the cotton out of your pussy, going into the ensuite of your bedroom to put it in the bin.

“My sweet girl.” He muttered, his naked body crawling back over you before trailing kisses down the length of your body, his fingertips making the hairs on your body stand up from the coolness of the water he’d washed his hands with. He dragged his nose against the mound of flesh above your clit, his breath lightly brushing over it.

“No teasing, please, not today.” You asked, your voice calling his eyes up to meet yours. He nodded ever so slightly, accepting your request. You thought that was the teasing, being down between your thighs. I mean, obviously, he wasn’t going to eat your pussy on your period, obviously.

Your eyes widened at the feeling of his tongue brush against your clit. And then again.

“When I said fuck me I didn’t mean—“ you tried to speak but your sentence was cut short as his lips tugged on your most sensitive area.

“Oh fuck, okay.”

Austin smiled against you, his lips kissing and sucking your clit. He pressed his index and middle finger inside you, shivering at the squelching sound of his fingers playing in your wetness and blood, making him groan against you. The vibrations of his groan went shooting through your core, you were fighting the urge to clamp his head at your heat with your thighs. His fingers curled inside of you, each motion forcing a chorus of wet noises from your body, each one sending him closer and closer to the edge.

“Need you in me.” You panted, desperately. He gave you clit one last long suck, his lips popping loudly as he disconnected them from your dripping heat. The palm of his right hand had some blood dribbled down it, his index and middle finger bright red. He wiped his fingers off on his bare chest before leaning his hands either side of your head, the sight of your blood smeared across his skin was turning you alarmingly more than it probably should have. Maybe it was just due to the fact that humans are, at the end of the day, still instinctive animals, but he felt no different. Sex with Austin was always amazing, but this, this was dirty, this was raw. His cock was throbbing, aching to come in you. Slowly, he pressed his hips into yours, both of your jaws hung open as he did so. The hormones, the extra lubricant, the sexual frustration, whatever it was- it was ecstasy. He quickly found the rhythm you liked best, his teeth biting his bottom lip as he watched your thighs tremble as his cock slammed in and out of you.

“Gonna come already, aren’t you? I can feel it, honey, come f’me.” He mumbled, his lips smeared against yours. He didn’t need to ask you twice, your hips bucking up against his. He kept his pace, coaxing your orgasm out of you.

“Austin!” You cried his name, clinging to him as the knot in your tummy unraveled. He too, came undone, the most gutteral, hoarse growl you’d ever heard come from him leaving his mouth as he spilled out inside of you, his arms shaking as he held himself hovering over you.

“My lord.” He laughed out in slight disbelief of the pleasure he’d just experienced, pulling out of you. He kissed your forehead, “how was that for you?”

Your head was spinning, the stars in your vision were starting to fade, however. “We’re gonna do that again.”

Austin smiled against your shoulder, “we are, but I think we should step into the shower f’now.”

[tommykinard6]

I like playing around with a/b/o dynamics a lot and I've had this idea for an omeaverse I think fits Alpha Buck so well. So omegas heats happen on a hormonal cycle-it can fluctuate a little and stress and illness can impact it- but mostly its fairly regular and predictable. Alphas only fall into rut around an in heat omega, so it's unpredictable. A rutting Alpha can be dangerous and even a mated Alpha is susceptible to rut from a strange omega, so to prevent their Alphas from unwittingly mating additional omegas (without permission) it's common for omegas to lock their Alphas in chastity and hold the key when out in public. It might be a little outdated with all the modern suppressants but Buck really really likes the physical reminder of who his knot belongs to. (Eddie and/or Tommy).

Like Eddie would feel a little guilty for wanting something so traditional, but he was surprised at the way Buck lit up when he suggested it. Tommy wouldn't even think to bring it up- he doesn't care much either way but then Buck blushes and stammers when he mentions he'd like to go off suppressents and dances around what he really wants to say and suddenly it's all Tommy can think about.

Course once they're at home and the cage comes off, Buck goes full Alpha on his very willing and happy omegas.

(Let's also pretend this world has cock cage technology that would be safe for a firefighter to wear one at work)

I’ll be honest with you nonnie, I’m not into this idea personally. Mostly just because I’m rarely into chastity (very specifically and def not on Buck).

However! I’m putting this out there for anyone who might like it! Thanks for the submission nonnie!!

[officialannanicolesmith]

You know, now that I’m actually thinking about it

What if men killing themselves so much is a hormonal thing? Because testosterone naturally fluctuates daily, so men get their highest bursts of testosterone early in the morning and some other time (I forget because I don’t care), but women experience hormonal fluctuations over the course of a month (or however long your cycle may be). So I’m wondering if because women are used to wanting to kill ourselves for like a week out of every month but have an understanding that it’s just hormonal fluctuations making us feel this way so we don’t, since men are seldomly experiencing prolonged hormonal fluctuations that come with typically negative emotional side-effects, whenever they’re going through something they don’t already have this mentality of “these feelings will pass” so they kill themselves.

[theshadowrealmitself]

I've headcanoned for years that pon-farr-based prostitution on Vulcan has got to be basically a medical science. Like, oh, you need to temporarily bond and mate with someone so you don't die? That's medicine, baby! The doc diagnoses your transient fits of rage as the oncoming fever and says "You are experiencing a normal hormonal fluctuation. I am transferring you to our colleagues in the P.F. Dept. who will help you through these trying times. Please allow them to help you select a compatible associate and utilize their services. Follow up with me if the symptoms do not resolve in the usual manner." That's just logical!

Of course, for anyone who will only accept their partner but can't be with their partner for any reason (distance, death, etc) they can always do like Tuvok (from Voyager) who utilized a holographic recreation of his wife, since he refused anyone else's assistance. Apparently that worked out swell for him, so it must be an effective fix.

I think the main problem with that is: how important is it that they have a bond? Tuvok was okay with only using a hologram, but his bond wasn’t severed or anything like that (at least to my knowledge)

And if it’s absolutely important to surviving, then what effects would it have on medical staff to bond and then sever those bonds repeatedly to help people through pon farr?

Also I think there’d be the issue of Vulcans feeling shame over losing control, so maybe they don’t care about being medically helped through intercourse and maybe even being bonded or not isn’t an actual concern, but having to make it to a medical building and be seen by strangers in such an emotionally vulnerable position? If there was a setup like that, a majority of the Vulcans would probably still avoid it

I think what you’re describing is something that would be ideal for Vulcans, and something they wish they could have, and it’s probably what a lot of non-Vulcans would assume they have if they heard about Vulcans having a mating season that could kill them, but due to other factors (bonding and the shame and secrecy involved in pon farr) it’s not something that could actually exist in reality

Editing to add: I hope this doesn’t come off as dismissive or insulting to your headcanon!! This is just my 2 cents on if I could see that being a reality!!

[vasilissadragomir]

GIRL! What you mean you also writing about katniss's period in your fanfic too. Please tell me more about it, I'd love to know!

LMAO okay sooooo without spoiling too much i just think that it’s very important for katniss to experience her body operating as normal for literally the first time in her life. even before the games/the incomprehensibly stressful circumstances of catching fire/the war she was malnourished. perhaps not as badly as most others in the seam, or even in the town bc it seems meat was hard to come by even for peacekeepers and merchants, but she absolutely was underfed and lacking essential nutrients. so even if she was getting a period, like you said, it most certainly wasn’t quite normal or regular.

but periods aren’t just about actual bleeding or physical symptoms, ofc. her body likely never experienced the full breadth of hormonal fluctuation people go through during a healthy menstrual cycle. we know katniss is often moody and irritable because a) she’s a teenager b) she’s starving and c) she’s stressed out of her mind in constant survival mode, but she’s almost always in control. what happens when her hormones, allowed to function for the first time as they’re meant to, take control of her body like they do for most teenagers w periods? especially with all the emotional upheaval of the war and losing prim, i bet experiencing pms for the first time sends her into a tailspin. she’s probably crying a lot, eating a lot, and feels like everything is coming apart around her at the littlest things. which, compounded with the ptsd and grief, and the first time lack of need to be in survival mode, is overwhelming and causes her to act impulsively.

not to mention, of course, why we get periods in the first place. how does peeta’a presence interact with her body’s discovery of its normal function, especially this function? we know they grow back together. we know she feels that thing again. we know so after. but what happens between those things? it’s implied that katniss and peeta are at least kissing before so after. what is it that motivates katniss to kiss him back, beyond, of course, love? katniss likes kissing. she says when she’s kissing gale that it reminds her that her body’s alive. what is it like for her to kiss the person she actually loves when her body is healthy enough to urge her on?

now, of course katniss knows about periods, their symptoms, and sex/pregnancy. a pet peeve i have in fics is when people act like katniss doesn’t know about this stuff because she’s “pure” or, frankly, because readers see district 12 as backwards and uneducated or something. but katniss’ mom is an apothecary. katniss absolutely knows the clinical ins and outs of puberty. but at the same time, i bet she never really expected all that stuff to happen to *her* the way it does to other people. she’s always been in control while in district 12 up until the end of the war. why would something like a hormonal shake-up change that? i don’t think she’ll recognize what’s happening to her (im shocked by it every month, and ive had a semi-regular period for more of my life than not and i knew what to expect from like age 5). when she does realize it, she’ll likely be in denial about it.

i also think this is a great opportunity for katniss and her mom to bond and begin to repair their relationship. because for the first time, katniss actually will, palpably, *need* her mom and her expertise in a way she hasn’t in over five years.

[pfhwrittes]

hello friend, i have werewolf questions. 🧡

Do werewolves have any wolf-y characteristics or traits when they aren't transformed? I saw in blurb #2 their sense of smell seems heightened when human?

Do their werewolf forms share characteristics with their human bodies? And if so, how? (Thinking size, fur + hair color, etc.)

Do they run in packs? Or are they solitary?

hi sy! thank you for the werewolf questions! 💜

i'm going to stick my lore under the cut because i think this going to get long!

Do werewolves have any wolf-y characteristics or traits when they aren't transformed? they sure do! you're right i did mention a heightened sense of smell in my second blurb. they also have a heightened sense of hearing, providing of course that their hearing hasn't been damaged in some way. there are a few factors that determine how much these senses affect a werewolf's day to day life. for example, stress, the lunar cycle and the werewolf's hormone cycle will cause their control on their senses to fluctuate.

werewolves are also ever so slightly hairier than their human counterparts so some werewolves end up spending a fortune on waxing / hair removal cream / razors if they want to maintain a relatively hairless appearance.

as for diet... well it's a matter of personal preference but most 'wolves will find they have a craving for meat the closer they get to the full moon. ('wolves that don't typically eat red meat/any meat products may find this distressing at first and will try to manage the cravings by supplementing their diets with molasses, iron supplements, marmite and lots of leafy greens. in most cases this is only partially successful as when they are shifted they will definitely catch and eat rabbits, hare, deer and other prey animals. sorry.)

Do their werewolf forms share characteristics with their human bodies? And if so, how? (Thinking size, fur + hair color, etc.) yes absolutely! natural hair colour is definitely an influence on fur colour for werewolves when they're shifted. 'wolf coat colours range from light sandy browns to a brown so dark it could be considered black. if the werewolf normally has dyed hair in their human form this doesn't affect their wolf coat (but they may find that their roots grow out faster than humans).

as for height/weight affecting werewolf appearances, i'm going to make it canon that in werewolf society fat bodies are seen as more attractive. why? because it's a good indication that the 'wolf is part of a) a cohesive pack structure and b) has a territory with plenty of resources. thinner bodies aren't necessarily unattractive (personal preferences still apply) but it can be an indication that the werewolf is in a resource poor territory, that they are part of an unstable pack or that they are a disperser wolf.

Do they run in packs? Or are they solitary? werewolves in general run in packs, much like actual wolves do. this also means that like most wolf packs, dispersal wolves are a thing!

a werewolf may leave their original pack and territory for various reasons for example: internal conflict within the pack; lack of resources to support an increased number of 'wolves; forming a bond outside of the pack structure; and of course, the horrible realisation that you're related to nearly everyone in the pack making dating opportunities exceptionally slim... or exceptionally gross. ew.

i'm still working out how much of the "dominance theory" (alpha/beta/omega wolves) vs the real world application of breeding pairs i want to use in the werewolf au. i'll figure it out. but i do want to make it clear that werewolf au isn't a a/b/o fic. there will be no mating cycles/heat cycles or knots in this fic.

[scoutsbabygirl]

heyyy what if you wrote about scout feeling a lil sad and then reader comforting him. i want to give that man a kiss on his head

hi! i would also like to give that man a kiss on the head 🙏 est relationship!

comforting scout <3

the base was a lot more quieter without jeremy's constant talking and running about. he was isolating himself in his room a lot more and spending less time with the team. his hours spent in the gym were cut short to avoid any conversation that could start. he was willing to skip meals just to be alone. his door was constantly locked and he would never respond to your constant knocking and shaking of the doorhandle during all hours of the day. either he hated everyone in the base or was filling his ears with music.

"hormones, maybe." mr. ludwig held up a blue bottle of something, he swung it around in his hands as the pills inside swirled around inside. "he's a young man so his testosterone is fluctuating. it happens to men." he suggested placing the bottle in front of you. shrugging, you grabbed it and read it over, you couldn't understand the long medical terms. you took medics word for everything. of course, he knew more about this than what you ever would. it made sense too, hormones always get in the way of life.

you sighed and asked how you should approach jeremy on the situation. obviously you wanted to avoid any conflict not knowing how he might react emotionally.

after your lengthy chat with medic you decided to visit jeremy. per usually, he didn't answer when you first knocked thus making you knock over and over again then fidgeting with the doorhandle until he opened it. the door swung open and there revealed a jeremy with greasy hair, sunken grey eyebags and watery eyes. he looked down at you, sighed, and stepped behind the door, you took that as an invitation to step inside. he closed the door behind you immediately collapsing into your much smaller frame. his lanky arms wrapping around you as he snuggled his face into the crook of your neck. you wrapped your arms around him with hesitance as his body smell was horrid.

he craved your warm embrace yet it was all his fault that he was shutting you out and away from himself. he began to softly weep into your neck as you felt the collar of your shirt slowly begin to get wet due to his tears dripping onto you. he quiet tears turned into loud sobs and gasps for air. you didn't know what to do besides rub your hand over the shirt on his back and use a soft voice to comfort your boyfriend.

jeremy removed his face from your neck and looked down at you for only a few moments. "i'm sorry" he sighed "i-i just don't know what's wrong with me." he stuttered. his once bright blue eyes were now clouded with a film of grey and the white part now a faint shade of red from the salty tears.

"never apologize for being emotional" your reached up to caress the side of his cheek, earning a meek smile from him accompanied by a sniffle. "medic gave me these, something about puberty, i don't even know." you giggled. his face was beginning to light up after hearing you laugh. he moved back to sit on the edge of his bed, as you followed. you opened the top of the bottle and poured some of the dark-blue pills out. "half of this shit is in german and the other half is medical shit."

"hey, if doc said i should swallow these then i'll do it." he looked over at you sitting next to him. "mind grabbing me some water, doll?" without hesitation to got up to grab one of the myriad of half drunken plastic water bottles laying around his room. your left hand trailed from his temple to his shoulder all the way down his arm to his hand. you leaned down gently to give him a kiss right on his forehead while holding the sides of his head with both your palms open.

[purrmoon]

🌙 pups

»masterlist«

[ a non-exhaustive list of headcanons surrounding pups~ additions may be edited in or added with reblogs ]

A pup’s dynamic is known early—sometimes from utero, but definitely from birth. There may be some confusion between alpha and beta boys, or beta and omega girls, but scent usually clears that up.

Pups, especially those from multi-births, are born a little smaller than IRL babies. They grow fast, though—though said growth can make them very fussy :( Their parent or packmates purring against them eases the pain, though, soothing them.

They have a hard time generating and retaining body heat for the first three months, which means they need lots of cuddles.

Pup’s noses are especially strong, and thus are more keenly aware of even subtle shifts in scents. They’re very wary around new scents. They easily become overstimulated by smells. Sometimes a particularly strong scent will make them sneeze.

Play fighting is common, especially among baby alphas. It can get a little too rough sometimes, though.

Pups often tend to explore things with their mouths, leading to a lot of biting even outside of teething. While this is good for building jaw strength, it often leads to a lot of biting things they aren’t supposed to.

Biting toys are common.

Pups nibble on each other and their older packmates to show affection. Unfortunately, they’re not always good at judging force, or teeth sharpness.

I saw a post on twitter about alpha pups being clingy towards their dams (particularly if they’re an omega), and I love it. They growl at “intruders”—which can include their other parent / packmates or strangers. They get bad separation anxiety, which can make the first day of preschool / kindergarten super tough 🥺

Conversely, (inspired by the same tweet as above) omega pups may cling to a specific parent, but also tend to just be clingy / cuddly in general. All they want to do is snuggle!

Beta pups are slightly more independent—though some can be clingy or cuddly!—but are often prone to wanting to wander around / explore their new surroundings as a result.

Nap time is taken in puppy piles / a communal nest. Pups will bring a blanket and/or pillow and/or stuffed toy from home to use in the nest. In sleep they all end up curling together / on top of each other; the room filled with soft, content purrs before they peter off into true sleep.

Recess can be chaotic, especially with puppies who like to tussle. Sometimes older students will volunteer to help monitor and make sure no one gets hurt.

Presentation happens around 12 to 15. Delayed presentations aren’t unheard of, especially in unsafe environments. The first fertile cycle generally happens between 17 and 19, though again, delays aren’t uncommon.

Presentations being hormones and instincts to the fore, and are very tumultuous for everyone. A presenting pup will often latch onto an older pack member during this time, and become extremely clingy.

Puberty is also when abilities develop. Sometimes alphas will slip into command on accident, when frustrated or mad. Omegas will find themselves using suggestion when sleepy or upset. Beta’s scent slides all over the place. They may unconsciously mimic their packmates, friends, or crushes.

Scents also fluctuate just in general, growing stronger and losing the milky edge of early puphood. Some days they can be oppressively strong, causing pups to burn through scent patches.

Some pups get particularly protective and/or fussy over their nests, not letting anyone—even younger packmates—in.

All three dynamics also grow their adult fangs around this time. I’m unsure if these fangs replace their baby fangs, or if they develop a second set which can be extended.

And, of course, puberty—so everyone is becoming aware of the other dynamics & genders, learning their preferences. Pups will often begin their first attempts at courting.