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julysalad · 3 months ago

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My Big List Of Underappreciated Tomarrymort Works On AO3.

❗This list is based solely on my own fanfiction preferences. I think all fanfiction deserves to be read and known, even if I, personally, don't include it in this list❗

As a very picky reader, I'm usually left dissatisfied with the portrayal of characters or quality of the plot even in works that have many kudos and bookmarks. I often find my attention straying from the text, even if I was interested in a work after reading summary or first chapters.

So, in this list of recommendations I will include fanfiction that, in my opinion, deserves more readers and recognition. And that is the reason why I'm setting the bar at works that have less than 5000 kudos on AO3.

I'm also not adding fanfics that fall under Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot tag on AO3 here. Firstly, because I've never seen anyone read their porn based on anyone's fic recommendations 🤷🏼‍♀️. Secondly, because I don't find myself lacking high-quality, well-written tomarrymort porn.

Works will be placed in no particular order.

More Precious than Rubies by Strange_Soulmates (T, 44K, 6/6)

Harry Potter has recently escaped from his dragon-guarded tower. So has his fellow prisoner - the dragon who was enchanted to guard him. Harry's friend is missing, however, and so he sets off to assure himself of his well-being before he finds the person responsible for imprisoning them both. Accompanied by a stranger with a familiar name, Harry finds himself with more questions than answers as he slowly learns about the customs of dragons and the history of the dragon he befriended, the fearsome Voldemort.

Fantasy AU. One of the first tomarrymort fics I've ever read and instantly loved. Very fluffy and tender work, no hurt only comfort. Harry and Tom | Voldemort are just really sweet together in this one.

The Nature of Mating by Strange_Soulmates (E, 22K, 6/6)

Ron and Hermione have spent the last year searching for their missing friend, Harry Potter. Just when they think they have finally found an answer, they're swept away themselves.

Harry Potter is tired of waiting for Tom to finish making a move, and is determined to take the last steps of their courtship himself if that's what it takes.

Voldemort? Voldemort just wishes his little pest had better taste in treasure.

Sequel to More Precious than Rubies. If you loved the first part, you'll probably love the second.

Mary Magdalene by @vashhanamichi (E, 17K, 4/?)

Based on a prompt for the Daddymort fest: when Harry tries to destroy four of Voldemort's seven Horcruxes they turn into babies instead and latch on to Harry like ducklings.

or:

SCANDAL! Young Mother Of Four Claims Dark Lord Hasn't Been Paying Child Support

The summary is self-explanatory in this one. Very enticing, very sensual work with dark themes. Mind the tags. Even though it hasn't been updated in a while I really hope it will be continued 🙏

Those Made of Lightning and Blood by A_Single_Cactus (E, 53K, 5/5)

A story in which Harry believes his soulmate bond is unreciprocated. Voldemort is his soulmate, but he's not Vodemort's. What he doesn't realize is that he's meant to speak his first words to Voldemort in a different time, not in front of the Mirror of Erised.

Time-travelling Harry AU + Soulmates AU. Falls under Tom Riddle Is His Own Warning tag (like most of the works in this list, to be honest). I really love the author's style in writing, the fanfic is a very easy read (I read it in one go).

The Reverent Son by A_Single_Cactus (E, 9K, 1/1)

When Harry decided to raise Tom Riddle as his son, he never could've imagined, one day, that the demon would want him. He never could've imagined his child growing to be a monster.

Lord, save him.

Church AU with demon!Tom. Mind the tags. Another work by the author of Those Made of Lightning and Blood. This fanfic comes close to Porn Without Plot category, but I still decided to include it because I really like this author's style.

In Your Soul is Sealed a Pleasure by mosiva (E, 22K, 2/2)

“So confident,” Voldemort murmured, “to be waiting here alone, this late at night.” He let a little menace seep into his tone.

The man merely smiled in return, cocky. “Oh, is this a bad area?” he said. “I hadn’t realised, what with the lack of streetlights and the not-so-distant screams. Silly me.”

Harry’s been sent back in time, but he’s still not worked out what it is about this specific moment that gives him the best chance to change things for the better. All he’s managed to do so far is talk to an oddly intense man in an alley and try not to get mugged.

Time-travelling Harry AU. The times of the First Wizarding War, with obsessive Voldemort and funny, charming, witty Harry.

A Light That Never Goes Out by @kippipies (M, 108K, 13/?)

Harry steals from the wrong people and finds himself left for dead with a bullet in his skull.

Except he doesn't die.

And now, he has an infamous criminal organization called the Death Eaters hot on his tail, determined to correct that mistake. Even worse, the group is led by a deranged kingpin named Voldemort, who seems to think trying to kill Harry is the best fun he's had in years.

Mafia | Mob boss AU. I've never thought I would enjoy a non-magical Harry Potter AU, because, for me, the whole point of Harry Potter is it's a magical world and a very important part of both Harry and Tom's characters. So if you're sceptical, like me, please give it a try – I promise you won't regret it. No "big strong alpha mafia boss falls in love with tiny little weak omega at first sight" in this one. An incredible story of slowly progressing obsession. The work is regularly updated.

One of my most favorite works.

What quickens me is the violence in thee by @i-dream-of-libraries (M, 16K, 6/6)

Harry is sold at auction to a man who is clearly in some kind of disguise - Lord Riddle isn't as charming as he looks, and the way he looks at Harry...

A bit of guilty pleasure fanfic for me. I just love works with dark obsessive Tom | Voldemort and a bit of old fanfic tropes...

Saving the World, One Blowjob at a Time by NixandShit (E, 13K, 1/2)

Harry goes back in time to stop everyone from dying and ends up in a weird Slytherin hierarchy and saving the world by distracting the future dark lord with sex.

Time-travelling Harry AU. This work also comes close to Porn Without Plot category, but, just like with "The Reverent Son", it has plot and I just reeeeally love the author's style in writing. So yes, I'm including it.

And the Living Will Envy the Dead by @k-s-morgan (M, 114K, 6/23)

When Harry looks at Tom, he feels overwhelmed. There is a spark that makes him hopeful, the fear that nothing he does will save Tom from himself, and the horror at what his lies might lead to.

When Tom looks at Harry, he feels nothing. Until he does, and then Harry’s world starts drowning in blood.

Time-travelling Harry AU. The work by the author of "What He Grows To Be", one of the most popular tomarrymort works on AO3 (the amount of kudos is completely deserved). The author's style is incredible, the portrayal of characters is immaculate, the plot and plot twists are one of the most well-written I've ever seen! The fanfic isn't finished, but please support the author and read it anyway!

One of my most favorite works.

Extenuating Circumstances by Origin_Of_Symmetry (M, 87K, 2/2)

“You’re really quite a delight, Harry. I can’t believe I went weeks thinking you were useless and boring.”

Somehow, unwittingly, Harry finds himself engaged to Tom Riddle.

He’s not entirely sure how that happened.

Time-travelling Harry AU. A work full of funny scenes, smart dialogue and entertaining plot! The progress of Harry and Tom's relationship is portrayed realistically, and this is one of the most important things I value in fanfics.

The Sense of Self by SpitFire97 (E, 87K, 7/7)

This is the story of Death entrapping Harry Potter and Lord Voldemort in a series of reincarnations to undo the chaos the two of them have collectively caused. It’s a story of how two adversaries tangled in fate are forced to learn about themselves and through that, about the other; of them trying to work together for a change - if only, to pursue their individual goals.

Time-travelling Harry AND Tom | Voldemort AU. The character portrayal, the plot, the relationship between Harry and Voldemort – everything is portrayed perfectly in this work. I don't usually read works that have Death as a sentient being in them, because I usually find it frustrating when Death treats Harry Potter as someone special, almost bowing to him, and sends him back in time. So if you're, like me, wary of reading such fics – rest assured that this won't be a problem in this work. Harry's MoD!status doesn't make him overpowered – he's just as powerless as Voldemort, both of them being puppets in Death's hands.

One of my most favorite works.

Yule Ball by @holaolla1 (E, 5K, 1/1)

“How do you find our first dance, Professor?” the Slytherin's voice snapped Harry out of his thoughts bringing him back to the harsh reality. He looked skeptically over to Riddle's face, a sly smile playing on the latter’s lips.

He raised an eyebrow.

“Do you think we'll ever have another?”

“I’m sure we will,” Riddle’s smile grew wider. Harry huffed deciding not to comment. After all, if one ignores the problem long enough, the problem will eventually disappear on its own.

Professor/Student AU. A short, well-written work.

Vicious Circle by Bakuko, cyberslut404, kewpiekewpie (E, 194K, 37/?)

Harry and Hermione are transported back in time, while Tom Riddle begins his first year at Hogwarts.

Time-travelling Harry AND Hermione AU + Professor/Student AU. The work is regularly updated. I really love the plot and author's style.

One of my most favorite works.

Kisses Cursed by The_Fictionist (NR, 49K, 13/13)

Fairytale AU. Loosely inspired by Beauty and the Beast.

Some said he was once a man, cursed, and some that he sold his soul to demons and became one in turn. Others said that such evil as he could never have been human. That he was instead a nightmare, left lingering upon the earth a very long time ago.

Harry just knew it wasn't safe to walk near the Riddle House after dark.

Incredible. Just incredible. I have no other words for this masterpiece. I stayed up until 6 AM because I just couldn't put my phone down until I finished this work. This fanfic deserves to be published as a Harry Potter fan-book. The author of this work became a professional writer and, let's just say, I can see why.

One of my most favorite works.

The Devil's Playground by The_Fictionist (NR, 26K, 3/3)

AU. The Devil's Playground was the most exclusive nightclub in London, if not all of Europe. So, frankly, Harry wasn't entirely sure how he came to be bathed in its flawlessly concocted ambiance, with music pounding in his ears and an entirely delicious drink cold against his palm. But it had something to do with the deaths.

Supernatural AU. The work by the author of "Kisses Cursed" .

The Closing Of The Year by kcstories (T, 4K, 1/1)

After his divorce, Harry Potter moves in with Tom Riddle. So does his ten-year-old son Albus Severus, who tries his utmost to get used to his new surroundings and to the strange, sinister man his dad has fallen in love with.

A very fluffy, comforting work featuring post-war Harry, Tom | Voldemort and Albus Severus. I really like the budding relationship between Tom and Albus, love for Harry being a bonding point for them. All three of them are just so sweet together.

Enthralled by @obsidianpen (M, 5K, 1/1)

“Do you know what it is like, to be bitten by a vampire?”

Vampire AU. A work by the author of "No Glory", one of the most popular tomarrymort works on AO3 (and one of my most favorite fics). Very sensual, enticing and hot work.

Dulce Et Decorum Est Mori by beetaker (E, 134K, 10/10)

“Do you think he meant it?” Harry asked, once the professor was gone, tracing the gilded lettering of his own name on the letter he'd given Harry. “We're really Wizards?”

“It makes sense,” Tom shrugged, though he could hardly look away from his own letter, the proof of what he'd always known, in some pit inside himself, that he was something different from everyone around him, that he was something better. He'd believed the first priest that had told him the same thing, albeit it opposite in nature, that he was a devil. It had made sense at the time, just as this answer did. Anything that offered an explanation for his being set so apart.

“I'm glad it's both of us,” Harry said, green eyes somehow greener, the natural brightness in him turning incandescent. Tom had thought he'd known the answer for that before too, dull hours at Sunday service spent gazing at the sun illuminating stained glass portraits, thinking: angel. “I'm glad we're going together.”

“We'll always go together,” Tom said, knowing it as fact, unable to imagine anything different. Wherever he went, Harry was sure to follow. It'd been that way forever. It would surely always be that way.

Time-travelling Harry AU + Tom and Harry Grow Up Together AU. This story is Tom Riddle's POV and it's very well-written, it's an amazing study of his character, his sociopathy, his relationship with Harry. The great character portrayal+great plot combo I'm always looking for in tomarrymort work is present here. Please go read it, it has awfully little attention!

One of my most favorite works.

Keep Your Enemies Closer by @duplicitywrites (T, 3K, 1/1)

"Evans does have quite the... physical advantage," says Avery.

"We saw him tackle that enormous Hufflepuff beater during the last match," comments Lestrange. "He's mad."

"Do you think he could lift you, Tom?" asks Nott.

"Shut up, all of you," Tom says, but it's too late. He's thinking about it.

Time-travelling Harry AU. Funny, comforting work with Tom Riddle Outsmarting Himself ™.

The Marry-Harry Incident by Anna_Hopkins (G, 3K, 1/1)

"Why, is that an engagement ring you're buying, Harry? Who's the lucky witch or wizard, hm?"

Harry... panicked. "...You. It's for you."

Or: When Voldemort shows up at a Muggle department store, Harry blurts out the first explanation that comes to mind.

A funny, humorous and comforting work.

The Heir de la Mort by @rowena-rain (E, 82K, 18/?)

When Voldemort hits Harry with the Killing Curse in the Forbidden Forest, it fails yet again. Only this time, the problem is that instead of ending a life, it creates one.

“Harry Potter,” he says softly, tasting his prophesied killer’s loathsome name on his tongue. “The Boy Who Lived.” Come to die.

A pause. And then, he utters the fateful words. “Avada Kedavra.”

First, everything goes green.

Then, everything goes black.

When the Dark Lord regains consciousness, he hears before he sees, and the first thing he hears is crying. Why is there a baby crying?

Child fic, but not a fluffy, no hurt only comfort work – it has dark themes, as Voldemort is not exactly what one might call a great parent. However, the work is well-written, I like the plot and Voldemort is slowly changing as the time passes. I highly recommend this work.

In the Shadows by orphan_account (M, 5K, 1/1)

For so many years Harry had been running. Hiding. Hoping that Tom had simply forgotten him. Or, thinking that Harry was just a beta, had decided to chase someone else.

He should have known better.

Living close to knockturn alley.

Even the shadows all have eyes.

Omegaverse AU. Another guilty-pleasure fic for me, as Harry in this one is kind of damsel in distress, but sometimes I just want to read something that is predictable in a good way.

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koiiiji · 11 months ago

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author’s note ; im not really into that omegaverse stuff, and don’t know much about it, but dynamics of big lonely wolf seongji yook x mischievous fox reader living in my head for awhile now 👉🏻👈🏻

tw ; fantasy au, omegaverse (?), suggestive +18 content, nsfw, seongji being service dom, MINORS, AGELESS BLOGS DNI, dom/sub dynamics, whatever else i forget to add

❁ seongji found you in the forests on his mountain. you were hissing and sizzling on him, not letting him get closer to you, when seongji just tried to safe your leg from trap, that definitely was set by people of village to catch him - a monster who terrorized their village (only in their honest opinion)

❁ and honestly, he felt terrible for you, you got in trap that was set for him, and was way too big for you - huge, sharp teeth of the trap bit deep into the skin and meat on your ankle, hampering your movements. also, as seongji noticed, you definitely was close to his species, it was obvious because of your big ears, annoyed fluffy tail, small claws and fangs. he never saw any fox hybrids in this area, so you probably was so lonely all this time, just like him… and you were so cute, hissing at him, trying to play it cool. it was obvious that you were scared, this is a natural reaction to a larger predator. each time seongji tried to get closer to you, you pressed your cute red ears to your head, your fluffy tail started twitching in annoyance! and yet, you were so… small, seongji just knew you didn’t had enough food last few months…

❁ when he finally got you out of the trap - you just passed out when his huge palm tried to cover your eyes, that’s how exhausted and hungry you were - so he brought you to his cave.

❁ days passed as you warmed up to him, opened up to him, became more natural around him, your true self came out - you truly were live proof of why fox hybrids deserve their name of weasels and dodgers. you always clinging to him with your cocky little jokes, having no concept of what personal space is in your pretty little head, your small fangs lightly biting his cheeks or ears, or even his biceps when seongji tries to stop your little games, holding your annoying loud head between the elbow bend and biceps, just to finally had his afternoon nap after another successful hunt.

❁ even though he was enthusiastic when he found you, seongji really wanted to help, and he actually saved you. but when you refused to leave his cave - not like he kicked you out, despite his perpetually grumbling, he liked that you were sneaking around his house here and there - sometimes he was wondering for what sins did you fall on his head… but generally he is happy that he have a company now, at least it’s not so lonely anymore on his mountain.

❁ and everything was wonderful until… your little game with him didn’t start… to feel different. seongji could say that something in him changed too. now you became more clingy and generally more close to him, always nuzzling your cheek under his chin, right above his adam's apple, where was his sensitive spot. each time you pass by him and your tail not so accidentally touched his nose or neck he was rolling his eyes in in ecstasy, immediately turning his head in your direction and sniffing at the strip of sweet smell that was trailing behind you, giving out only a low, rumbling, quiet growl somewhere inside his throat. another problem was that you were very hot. no, not in the sense that seongji thought you were sexy, (that's exactly what he thought), but literally. it was very pleasant to touch you, you were so warm, even hot, and the blood raging in your body gave your cheeks such a sweet blush. it was cute. and he couldn’t help himself really, it was hard, each time leaving his house for hunt, only to get in another fight with any other male that showed up on his territory, or getting a little bit carried away and bringing home more food then needed. Seongji didn't understand why he had become so worked up. now all he can think about is to fight, and somehow his usual instincts were deep down now they’re came back, more feral, wild, bestial. he could sense your presence, your warmth kilometers away, he could sense you.

❁ on the other hand Seongji noticed changes in you as well. yes, you were clingy before, but now it doubled and seemed that you became more vocal… always mumbling, almost purring each time you managed to touch him. and oh, how sensitive you became. each time you start your games again, seongji needed 3 minutes before you whimper from his teeth on your ear, because in your opinion he bit your ear too hard, when in fact he didn’t even put any force on it. Seongji would rather sink through the ground than admit that in fact he likes your games, and what an offended grimace you make when you try to take offense at him, but always coming back.

❁ one day, after another hunt, Seongji returned home, only to be greeted by silence and it was unusual, because you always met him with open arms. making his way deeper into his house, he called you a couple of times, but when he didn't get an answer, he started to worry. he always wondered if other hybrids could sense you miles away as he did? what if his guesses were true, and someone else felt your scent? what if- he had no opportunity to finish his thought when someone abruptly knocked him down and knocked him to the floor. Seongji was caught off guard and now his opponent had an advantage over him from above. just second after, your scent hit his nose, and your hot breath burned his neck, until he felt your body almost on fire.

❁ you looked down at him, pinning him to the floor with your hands on his broad chest and shifting your hips on his abdomen. your cloudy gaze didn’t leave his face, your cheeks were flushed, and tears almost came to your eyes when you whined on top of him "Seongji…. please help me...it's... it's so hot there.... and it hurts…" to say that Seongji was shocked and confused at the same time was to say nothing. he was bursting with overflowing feelings and thoughts. he lived most of his life completely alone, and had no idea what partner actually means. and as he got older, he didn't have a chance to get close to anyone, but he would be lying if he said he hadn't touched himself. just like he’d be lying if he said he’d never fantasized about the two of you. when you moved into the house, he had some sweet thoughts, but Seongji always blushed and waved them away, convincing himself that you were just friends.

❁ and after each thought how he would bend you over nearest surface and pull your tail up after you annoyed him a little too much, he convinced himself that you were just friends. after each wet dream, when he woke up in the middle of the night because of the too realistic images in dreams, where the two of you are gently clinging and nuzzling to each other, the bodies move in unison, and you literally drown in each other, when you reach your peaks, he still convinced himself that you were just friends and he shouldn’t think about you like that.

❁ but when both of you started to change in your behavior, Seongji couldn't stop himself. every day his head was full of sinful thoughts, and your behavior didn't help in any way. and that's what your general silence led to - whining, you pinned him to the floor, desperately fidgeting and looking for more friction, in an attempt to calm the heat below. gently intercepting your hands, Seongji looked into your eyes a little tensely, as if asking if he could sit down. at the same time, he raised himself on his elbows, and sat down uncertainly, now holding you on his lap, slowly releasing your hands. his tail wagged a little and his ears flattened against his head as he bent lower, slowly touching your lips, exploring and tasting you. you deepened the kiss in your impatience, and knocked him to the ground again, biting his lips with your little fangs and digging your claws into his shoulders. in response, he let out a low throaty growl, making you guiltily put your ears to your head and apologetically look into his eyes. sitting down again, he pressed you closer so that you could feel his stone boner through your clothes, and without giving you a chance to squirm and enjoy the friction, Seongji grabbed you by the hips, carrying you to his room.

❁ later that evening he discovered how much your lower back can arch when his hands are on your sides and he's hammering into you from behind. Seongji found out what a sweet voice you can have when he fucked you standing up, so you had to rise on your toes, so he could hit into that sensitive spot inside you. that night, he also zeroed in that your soft, hot walls squeeze him harder if his big palm presses on your tummy, just below the navel. Seongji also liked the feeling when he folded you almost in half, when he held both your legs on his shoulders, denting you into the mattress. but most of all, he remembers the moment when your throbbing walls squeezed him for the last time, when you both lay on your side, hugging each other, and then he could swear that in the dark of the night he could see the little hearts in the depths of your eyes when he came after you, filling you deeply and abundantly, so you almost drooled.

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ficsiwanttoreadyesterday · 4 months ago

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I just can't today. I genuinely cannot understand girls or women who think it's okay to bully male cosplayers. And all because they're cosplaying from books. When I asked one of them why, it's because apparently men aren't allowed to as it's a predominantly female space. I'm sorry but when the fuck did reading become a female only thing. It's like saying girls can't cosplay as their favourite anime character or their favourite video game character because it's from predominantly male spaces. I'm sorry, but please explain to me how that doesn't just make you a bully.

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multi-stays · 5 months ago

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A Scent Called You

Paring: Omega!Felix/Alpha!FemReader

Genre: 18+ Smut/Hybrid AU

Summary: You and your best friend Felix decided to take the weekend off and chill out in a small cabin, but things start to heat up when Felix gets a whiff of your heat.

Note: A smut collab with @inkandtension

✨💜Warning below the cut💜✨

Warnings: unprotected sex, knotting, cussing, begging, Felix in rut, whimpering, pet names, mounting

The cabin was quiet, the soft hum of the heater filling the space as snow swirled outside. You and Felix had come here for a weekend getaway, an escape from the noise of the city and the stress of daily life. It was supposed to be peaceful—a chance to relax. But the sharp, scent hit the air without warning.

Your heat.

It wasn’t supposed to happen now. You’d taken suppressants before the trip, sure they would hold you over. But the warmth spread through your body, a relentless tide of heat spreading from your core. Your scent filled the air like a lush storm: rich, sweet, and utterly intoxicating. It made your legs falter, your breath hitch as the undeniable truth settled over you.

Across the room, Felix froze.

The Omega's nose twitched, his big brown eyes widening as your scent washed over him. The instant it hit, his pupils dilated. He let out a soft whimper, the sound low and needy.

“Y/N…” His voice trembled, his usual sunshine demeanor replaced by something raw. “You’re in heat.”

You swallowed hard, your Alpha instincts roaring to the surface as his scent began to change too, you looked at him, unable to resist the urge to bit his neck when he threw his head back and his adams apple bobbed. His own heat-triggered rut hit like a tidal wave—a primal, heady mix of need and submission rolled into one. Felix’s cheeks flushed pink, and his breathing grew ragged.

“Alpha…” His voice was a shaky whisper, almost unrecognizable.

Shit.

He sat up abruptly, his eyes glowing with an intensity you hadn’t seen before. A low, guttural growl slipped from his throat. He shifted in his seat, fidgeting as though his skin had suddenly become too tight.

“Y-Your scent…” he stammered, his hands gripping the edge of the couch so hard his knuckles turned white. A faint sheen of sweat started to glisten on his brow, and his chest rose and fell in rapid, shallow breaths. “It’s too much. I—”

He stopped, his words dissolving into a needy whimper. You could see the exact moment his rut overtook him. His pupils, already dilated, became inky pools, swallowing the warm brown of his irises. His tongue darted out to lick his lips, which were parted slightly as he panted. His body trembled as he stood, swaying slightly, as though his legs could barely hold him upright.

“Alpha, please…” His voice cracked, thick with desperation as he took a step toward you.

“I can’t—I need to…” His words dissolved into a whine, his body trembling with barely restrained need. He dropped to his knees in front of you, his hands clutching at your thighs as his head bowed. “Please, Alpha. Let me… let me help you.”

His scent filled the air now, mixing with yours and creating a heady, overwhelming cocktail of need and want. It was rich and musky, tinged with the sweetness, and it sent a fresh wave of heat crashing through you.

Felix’s hands clenched into fists against the floor as he fought to steady himself. “I need you,” he whispered, his voice rough and pleading. “It hurts, Alpha. I—please, I’ll be good. I’ll be so good for you. Just—just let me…”

He looked up at you then, his expression needy.

“I need to touch you,” he begged, his voice trembling as he crawled closer. “I need to—need to take care of you. Please, Alpha. Let me… let me breed you.”

The last words came out in a choked gasp, as though saying them aloud had made his need all the more real. His hands reached out tentatively, brushing against your knees before clutching them desperately.

“I’ll make you feel so good,” he whimpered possessively. “I’ll take care of you, I promise. Just—just let me…” His voice trailed off into another growl, his body trembling violently as he leaned forward to bury his face in the crook of your neck.

The contact seemed to push him over the edge. His entire body shuddered as he inhaled deeply, letting your scent flood his senses. “Alpha,” he groaned, the sound raw and guttural. “I can’t—I need you. Please, please…”

His lips brushed against your skin, his sharp canines grazing lightly as he nuzzled into you. Every part of him screamed submission, but there was a desperate, primal edge to it—a deep, aching need that only you could satisfy.

“Say yes,” he pleaded, his voice barely a whisper. “Tell me I can have you. Tell me I can be yours.”

But then, he froze.

His hands, which had been wandering instinctively, gripped your hips harder as a flicker of clarity broke through the haze. His body tensed, and he pulled back just enough to meet your gaze. His eyes were still dark with lust, but there was a glimmer of hesitation beneath the hunger.

“Alpha,” he murmured, his voice low and hoarse. “If… if you say yes…” He swallowed hard, his throat bobbing as he fought to steady himself. “I won’t be able to stop. I can feel it—my rut’s taken over, and I… I don’t want to hurt you.”

His words were pained, his usual soft demeanor breaking through the haze of his instincts. His tail, which had been curling around your leg possessively, stilled as he stared at you, his brows furrowed in anguish.

“You have to say no,” he whispered, his voice cracking. “Please, Alpha. Tell me no. I—” He shook his head, his hands trembling as he gripped your hips harder. “I can’t control it if you say yes. The sane part of me is begging you… to stop this before I lose myself. Only you can-”

You reached out, cupping his flushed cheeks with your hands. His skin was hot to the touch, his ears drooping as he leaned into your palm, his breath hitching. “Felix,” you said softly, your voice steady despite the whirlwind of heat and desire coursing through you. “I trust you.”

His eyes widened, and a soft whimper escaped his lips. “Don’t… don’t say that,” he begged, his voice trembling. “If you say yes, I won’t be able to hold back. I—”

“Please,” you interrupted, your voice firm yet laced with vulnerability. Your thumbs brushed against his cheeks, grounding him as your eyes locked onto his. “I want this. I want you, my omega.”

His resolve shattered.

His body moved on instinct, his arms wrapping around you tightly as he let out a guttural growl.

“Alpha,” he groaned, his voice raw and primal as he buried his face in your neck. “I’m sorry—I can’t stop anymore.”

His lips claimed yours in a fervent, desperate kiss, his hands roaming your body as though trying to memorize every curve. His tail swayed erratically behind him, his body trembling as he surrendered completely to the instincts driving him.

“You’re mine, my alpha, mine, mine” he growled against your lips, his voice dripping with possessiveness and need. “I’ll take care of you—I’ll make you feel so good, I'll make my alpha feel good. Alpha, I promise.”

His words were a mix of devotion and desperation, his actions fueled by both love and the need to claim.

The desperate and hazy kissing quickly ended when Felix picked you up, one quick scoop was all it took for him to be carrying you princess-style to his bed.

The whole way praise never stopped leaving his lips, like a fountain it poured out. “Make you feel good Alpha, wanna mount you Alpha, feel you and your pretty pussy.”

Once in his bedroom, he shut the door with his foot and flopped you down on his bed, not hard but enough to make your head spin as his scent fumed off of the bed. Wrapping you in its soft and sweet glory, his scent made you feel dizzy as it filled your lungs, intoxicating you into some sort of trance.

Felix positioned himself between your legs, his tail hitting your feet that hung over his bed, tickling you with each lazy sway.

He hooked a finger in your pants, catching your underwear with it. Looking up at you he let out a soft whine, his eyes turned soft and blue as he checked one last time that this was in fact ok. He was hurting and you could see that, knowing it was Felix made the indecisiveness skip your brain.

You slipped your leg between his in confirmation, sliding your foot up his penis causing him to buck into the air.

His fingers on your skin were soft, as he frantically ripped off your pants and underwear, throwing them across the room and flipping you over.

“Slide down Alpha,” he said unbuckling his belt and springing his cock free, already hard and leaking with precum.

You slid down till your feet touched the floor, still warm from where Felix was standing, and bent over his bed.

As soon as Felix’s penis made contact with your wet folds he was pushing in hard, trying and failing to muffle the sound of his whimpers.

The intoxicating scent of you and Felix mixing soon filled the room, almost like a libido booster you became more horny with each breath. Desperately, you fought the urge not to just flip around and pin him down, riding his cock like you knew you so easily could.

“Felix such a Good Boy for me, dragging your cock head against my soft spot. Such a Good Boy Felix,” your words sent Felix wild, and any part of him that was still sane was now completely gone.

He pushed in quick yet long, letting his full length drag across your vaginal walls, making your stomach flutter and your walls clench around him. With his head dragging against your G-spot and his tail brushing against your clit with each deep thrust, you knew you wouldn't last long.

“Should I breed my Alpha, fill her up make her feel full-luh luh,” he growled as his tongue flopped out of his mouth and his knot started to form, making it hard for you to hold it anymore.

His soft comforting smell, the way he holds you from the back so gently as he fucks you so roughly, his cock hitting all the right spots like he was meant for you. You knew you were the Alpha and he the Omega, but sometimes you wanted to be held too, feel vulnerable, and let your guard down now and then. Who better to share these moments with than Felix your loving and forever understanding Omega.

“Fill me” you moaned breathlessly, pushing your ass back and your vagina up to better let him fuck you.

As Felix’s knot got bigger your release soon was upon you, the warm feeling of his cum filling you up was like heaven when your orgasm was at its peak.

Felix let out a guttural and deep moan as he slowly stopped moving, his fingers covered in mixed cum that was leaking down your ass.

With Felix now stuck to you, he climbed up behind you, gently wrapping his whole body (tail included) around you to keep warm.

He traced small circles on your chest as he rested his head on your back, his warm cheek flush to the skin of your back as he breathed with you, trying his best to calm the both of you down.

“Such a Good Boy, filling me up with your pups,” you said leaning back to kiss his bare shoulder, Felix shuddered in response, his whole body got chills from the simple gesture.

“I hoped I did good, I wanted to make you feel good Alpha,” he said letting out a sigh.

“How could you have any doubt Felix? My vagina is still leaking cum and your knot is still stretching my achy walls, this is by far the best I’ve ever been treated during my heat.”

A tint of pink spread over Felix’s cheeks as he let out a sigh of relief. Now he could fully let himself be comfortable, wrapped around you snuggly as the two of you dozed off to sleep. At one point in the night, Felix’s scent was spicy, animalistic even something you’d never smelled before that instantly turned you on, but now it was back to the way you remember it sweet, soft, and safe.

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roachliquid · 10 months ago

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Just a friendly note for people writing Omegaverse, if your character has parts for both impregnating and being impregnated as a normal aspect of being alpha/omega, they're not intersex. Intersex is a real collection of identities that are much more complicated - and varied - than simply having "both sets", and comes with a lot of social baggage as our bodies are typically considered to be defective, and in need of (often forceful) medical correction. It's not a term you should be using for fantasy scenarios where a character simply has two types of genitalia.

If you don't know what else to call these types of characters, either dualsex or salmacian is more appropriate.

Thanks for reading!

#omegaverse #intersex #intersexism #it's good fic but we are not props for your fantasies

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ghostlyeris · 1 year ago

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here's the thing. as someone who was hot in high school, i COMPLETELY understand how riz is simultaneously the hottest goblin you've ever seen and still the school nerd.

riz is hot. but riz is also a freak. even in a world with literal magic, riz is a little fucking weirdo. he barely cares about your problems if you're not his friend and he certainly does not care about your crush on him. if you get too romantic around him, he hisses in your face. any possible feelings one may have gets destroyed the minute he opens his mouth.

#seen many posts about how hot riz is and how they'd totally have a crush on him. and fair #but also. you didn’t have to go to high school with that kid. i WAS that kid in high school #being hot does not offset saying absolute freak shit with a complete disregard for who hears #(see: the omegaverse incident)#riz gukgak #fantasy high #fhjy #fhjy spoilers

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titania-sleeps · 8 months ago

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Types of Kisses

no one asked for this but here it is anyway

other works including Mikhael: Mikhael introduction, Coup de Grace (your pov), Coup de Grace (his pov), Samyaza

more works featuring Adonis: Adonis Introduction, Adonis Rides You, Adonis First Heat, Your First Rut

more works featuring Dion: Dion Introduction, Wild Roses and Hawthorns

more works featuring Sea Spirit: Yandere Sea Spirit Headcanons

Mikhael

He worships the very ground you walk upon, so it's only fitting that he kisses the vessels that carry your journey on the earthly floors.

A kiss to the tip of the toes to signify his humble adoration.

A kiss to your ankles, the anchors that allow for you to exist on mortal planes.

A kiss to your shins, the rigid structure that grounds you.

A kiss to your knees, a gentle mark of his pilgrimage to your core.

A kiss to your thighs, the gates that guard his forbidden fruit.

And then he kisses your core, savoring the sweet juices of the fruit he had only ever dreamed of in the past.

He wouldn't ever dare to kiss you on your heavenly lips without your permission, but should you decide to allow him that simple gesture, he would give you featherlike kisses. His lips would brush over yours, a soft smile waltzing on them.

Adonis

His kisses are nervous but always, always filled with passion.

The moment his lips touch yours, he's savoring every bit of the kiss that he can. He usually waits for you to bite his lips as a means to ask for entrance, but if you take too long, he'll whine and lick your lips.

When you inevitably enter him, his tongue comes out to greet you eagerly and takes you into its warm embrace. You don't really need to battle for control since he's already wholly yours, but he plays it up so that it's a little more interesting for you.

Makeout sessions with Adonis never end as just makeout sessions; sooner than later, his pants are coming off and your hands are sliding up his shirt to fondle his nipples.

And then, without you even noticing, you're fucking him and he's begging you to go faster, his tongue lolling out, eyes wide, and cheeks flushed a pretty pink.

Dion

His kisses are filled with a forlorn need and a bottomless desire.

When his mouth meets yours, he seems to swallow all of you. You have to wrestle him a bit to get him to calm down, but he's just so scared. This might be the only time that you allow him to do this, so he has to make as much of it as he can.

He eventually calms down, and your canines puncture his bottom lip, fresh blood trickling from the wound.

He moans into the kiss, saliva and blood mixing in his mouth as your tongue licks it all up.

He's wrapping his arms desperately around you, needing to meld into you, needing to become one. The two of you are meant to be; two immortal beings stranded in a weave of history spun by humanity's whims.

When the two of you part, he presses a kiss to a strand of your hair; a chaste sealing to the passion you've just shared.

He hopes that you don't hate him for this; it's just so hard to contain all the love he's buried for centuries.

Sea Spirit (Unnamed)

When you kiss him, he freezes still. Then he steadily melts into it, a drawn-out moan accidentally escaping his mouth.

His form flows to you, relaxing in your gentle embrace. He wishes that pausing time was within his powers; perhaps if he dragged you underwater with him, he could freeze the waters around the two of you... and you would be with him forever.

His mind drifts off momentarily to all the things he could be doing to keep you with him, but he's brought back to the present by the presence of your tongue in his mouth.

His lips part for you as the sea parts for their messiah, and you are welcomed in by his surging tongue.

He lets you take him entirely; you are the ship that sails his quiet seas, the moon that pulls his merciful tides.

And then he wakes up, disgruntled and disappointed.

No matter... you will be with him soon, and he will love you more than any dream can emulate.

>:3 i'm ready for any multi-oc requests

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searenbound · 2 years ago

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Dragon king! Alpha! Bakugou who finds himself in a peculiar position.

He was looking for a mate, someone strong enough to not take his shit and bare him some strong children, and now he has a knife to his neck. An Omega’s snarling face hovering inches above his own.

“Watch where you step! If you ever ruin my garden like this again I’ll end you”

He could easily toss them off of him, but he was too intrigued to consider it at the moment.

“End me? You’d end your king over a few crushed plants?”

“I’m a healer, my loyalty is to the people not the crown, if you ruin what should have been invaluable medicine then—”

“Marry me”

It’s not a question, but an order. One that surprises the Omega enough that they quickly withdraw their weapon and ponder his sanity.

They were willing to kill him, why would he want to marry them?

“An Omega who has their priorities straight is exactly who I want raising my pups and caring for my kingdom” he answers their unspoken question and they hated to admit it, but it did intrigue them to know he wasn’t angered or intimidated by an Omega like themself.

Maybe in a few years, they’ll even blush and pout at him for telling their pup about the time they met and he was nearly killed over an accidentally crushed plant

#bnha bakugou #mha bakugou #fantasy au #tw omegaverse #dragon king bakugou #alpha bakugou

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anime-rambles · 2 months ago

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You have alot of nerve

Pairing: FantasyAlpha!Bakugou x Omega!Reader

Warnings: Slight NSFW at the end.

Word Count: 1700+

A/N: Trying a little bit of Fantasy AU and a little bit of lemon at the end. I do have more Fantasy stuff planned, let me know what you think? Tiff <3

Summary: Omega y/n goes on the run to help her family and tribe, but now it's time to come home, y/n only hopes its not too late for her alpha.

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You had to leave, it was the only option. There was something very wrong with Midoriya, he wasn’t himself. He had not been the same since you and him were captured by the league of villains in the badlands. Bakugou had saved you, but since that day Midoriya had been off, at first you thought it was the stress of being captured but then as the weeks went on something still wasn’t right. You sneaked into his royal chambers one evening to try and find the answers you were looking for but it came up useless. All you knew was that he was not your brother and something was very wrong. That this leader, this midoriya before you was not him. Midoriya had caught you in his chambers and told you that if you were caught poking around again or doubting him, you would be stripped of your ranking, killed and another Omega would be found to mate with Bakugou and mother your children, once your children came of age they would be married off.

You can remember it clearly the day you left. You kissed Bakugou on the cheek, the alpha had stirred in his sleep but you lured him back. You snuck into your kits room and said goodbye. As you left the kingdom your heart broke in two. You knew deep down it would hurt Bakugou but you also knew that once you came back with answers he would forgive you or so you thought.

It had been many moons since you had been home, but you found what you needed. Enlisting the help of the Todoroki tribe, all you needed was your Alpha’s help. Making your way through the kingdom you enter your old home and nest. It is cold and dark, your omega starts to panic.

Frantically you search the house, all personal belongings are gone, all scents in the air stale. Throwing the glass bottles that were left behind on the table, the loud smash and your scream could be heard for miles. Hearing armed guards outside the room, you decided to keep your head down and confront the so-called leader.

The guards grabbed you harshly, slapping iron chains around your wrists, dragging you to your feet. There was chaos in the tribe, all caused by your return you had gathered. While being dragged into the main dais hall you noticed Bakugou in the crowd. His eyes softened when he saw you and for a split second joy filled his soul until he remembered and you could see anger radiate from him.

You were thrown on the ground, all you could see was a pair of feet. A hand grabbed your hair forcing you to look up. “Well, well, well, what do we have here?” Midoriya says to the crowd and throws you to the ground again.

“If I am not mistaken, you are a deserter.” he kicks you in the back, you scream out.

“I am no deserter, I am loyal to my kin and tribe.” You say proudly. “Oh? So you did not turn your back on your family, 2 years ago and make an alliance with the Todoroki tribe? All you omega’s are the same, what? Bakugou is not alpha enough for you anymore.” Midoriya says again, whispering amongst the crowd continues. You make a side eye at Midoriya. “I did what I must to protect this tribe from the evil that infests it.” You spit in Midoriya’s face. Opting to ignore his comment towards you.

“I have heard enough, you are no kin of mine. Banishment will not keep you away, the only opinion is death, guards bring her to the dungeons, she will be killed at sunrise.” Midoriya says, taking his dias once again. There's a hushed horror in the crowd, a small whimper leaves your throat. Behind you, you could hear someone forcing their way through the crowd.

“LET ME PASS.” Bakugou shouts at the guards. They look at Midoriya, he nods. Bakugou makes his way to you and grabs you by the scruff of your hair, you whimper at his touch. “My lord, she is my omega, she abandoned me and our two kits, although she is your kin, by law she is mine to punish.” Bakugou states, puffing his chest out like a warning to his leader.

Midoriya drops his head to the side, “I’ll allow it, guards remove her chains, if she steps one more toe out of line Bakugou, kin or not, she will die by my sword.” Bakugou nods and the guards release you from your binds. He drags to your feets and pushes you through the crowd. Tears form in your eyes.

Bakugou directs you to an unfamiliar building, you look back at him and he nods for you to enter. It smells like him, smells like home. “Katsuki, the kits, where are they, please tell me they are safe?” You question. Bakugou rolls his eyes, “You got a lot of nerve coming back and asking for things you know that right.” You look to the ground, “they are with my mother, when I heard you were spotted I asked her to take them, and before you ask no, you can’t see them, not until I am certain you won’t hurt them again.”

Your eyes shoot to him, “WHY NOT, THEY ARE MINE.”

“DO NOT RAISE YOUR VOICE AT ME OMEGA, HAVE I NOT DONE EVERYTHING THAT WAS ASKED OF ME, YOU DISAPPEAR, LEAVE US THREE ALONE, NOT KNOWING IF YOU WERE ALIVE OR DEAD FOR TWO YEARS Y/N, TWO YEARS.” He shouted at you, you recoiled a small bit, locking your eyes to him you can see emotions and all the pain you've caused him.

“I’m sorry, it was the only way to protect you all from Izuku.” Saying quietly as you get to your knees. “Izuku? What’s he got to do with this?” Bakugou asks. “I believe the Izuku we have here is the imposter.”

“NO, y/n not this again.” Bakugou begins to leave. “WAIT WAIT KATS PLEASE, I HAVE PROOF.” The blonde alpha stops in his tracks, he looks over his shoulder at you, “what proof?”

“I made my way to Toshinori, he trained you both when you were young, I told him my concerns that the Izuku we have here is a fake somehow and he was able to get me an audience with Todoroki tribe, more importantly, Prince Shouta, who has been leading a task force of spies in and out of the badlands.” You explain, Bakugou turns fully and crosses his arms over each other. “-one of his most trusted spies, Keigo Takami, said reports of a shapeshift wearing the skin of a prisoner, that the league had infiltrated one of the great houses. I went to every great house in the kingdom and all check out bar our own, With the help of Mage Aizawa I found where they were keeping this prisoner, it's the same place you freed me from Kats, I think Izuku is still there, that we were all fooled.”

Bakugou narrows his eyes at you, “Why did you leave in the first place, why come back now?”

Taking a breath you look up at your alpha, “He found me poking around Kats, he threatened the kits and said he’ll kill me, and marry you off to someone, my own brother has tried to kill me twice now? It does not make sense!”

Bakugou places his hand under your chin and pulls you forward. At first your kiss was soft and full of love but then it became faster and full of longing. You moan against him, Bakugou guides you to the nest and picks you up, placing you down, and climbs on top, caging you between his strong arms as if you disappear from him again. You break from the kiss and say to him, “I’m so sorry for leaving.”

Anger starts to radiate from the alpha, “He dare threaten my wife and kits!” Bakugou turns to the door to challenge his leader, throwing yourself at him he stops. “This is why I could not tell you, it is not safe and you would do something you could never take back if I was wrong. I did this all to protect you, I am back because we found Izuku and I was right, and I need my strong alpha, I knew you would be upset with me but I also know you Katsuki.” You say placing your head on the middle of his back.

Bakugou’s breath evens out and he spins in your arms, wrapping his around you and purrs. You're shocked by this, and purr back. “My strong omega, keeping us all so safe, I believe you.” You breathe him in deeply. Tears fill your eyes as you hold him tighter. It has been so long since you and your husband have been like this. “How are they?” you ask lowly. Tears falling from your eyes, You pull back, just enough to look up at him, he brings a hand to your face wiping them away. “They are doing great, they just miss their mother.”

Bakugou shushes you again, his lips leave yours and makes his way down your neck, instantly finding your mating mark and kissing it, instantly making you melt under his touch. His hands work quickly to undo your shirt, and down to your pants, in turn you unbutton his shirt and rub your hands all over his chest, feeling him. Needing the skin to skin contact. Bakugou brings his knee between your legs and goes higher and higher, gently rubbing against the spot that you need him most. He kisses you again, his eyes never leaving yours. “Good ‘mega, such a perfect ‘mega.” He says and he takes his finger and places it in your mouth, and you suck instantly. He pulls back slightly, and rubs his nose against yours. The only sound in the room was both of your breaths. Bakugou ghostly runs his finger down your chest, leaving goosebumps behind.

“I have waited two years to have my ‘mega' back in my arms, and I am not about to let you disappear on me again. Izuku can wait one more day, right now I need you, all of you.” Bakugou growled into your neck.

#alpha!bakugou #alpha!bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo imagine #bakugou katsuki x reader #barbarian bakugou x reader #fantasy mha #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou x you #alpha bakugou #alpha bakugou x reader #bnha omegaverse #omega!reader #abo mha #abo dynamics

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sarahowritesostucky · 1 month ago

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📖"The Carrier"

Rated: Explicit

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC x Steve Rogers

Tags: a/b/o, sci-fi, space travel, alien species, m/f/m, interspecies sex, breeding kink, slavery, double penetration, knots, induced heats, forced drug use, dub con

Summary: On a trading voyage to the primitive outer rim, Steve and Bucky purchase their very own terran breeder to serve as carrier for their young.

Part I. "Patriots Populate"

By the time Bucky gets back from the canteen, he’s relieved to hear that the screaming has stopped … or at least lulled. He stands outside the domicile for a moment, straining to hear anything, but it’s quiet.

He balances the food containers one atop each other and kicks the door’s sensor to get it to open, then once again to get it to close, reminding himself that he needs to put in a maintenance rec for that before Steve decides to divorce him. He peeks over the top of their dinners to take in the gods-only-knows how bad state of their living quart— Oh.

He lowers the containers, which he’d been using to buffer the expected scene of destruction that he thought he'd be returning to. But the room isn’t in any worse shape than it was when he left twenty minutes ago. In fact, a few things have been picked up, the chairs righted, the trinkets that the local population gifted them with put back into place. Bucky looks over at Steve, who’s seated on the couch, then at the terran, who appears to have collapsed on the floor in front of the couch, with her cheek plonked on the cushion right beside Steve’s knee. “Well,” Bucky says. “I see the drugs kicked in.”

Steve grunts. He’s sitting slumped back against the cushions, looking almost as tired as the girl. “Look, I love you and everything, but are we sure we’re ready for this?” He looks pointedly at the female as if to say, And enjoy more of this bliss? “There’s always adoption.”

Bucky snickers and goes to set the containers of food on the kitchen counter. “That’d cost more than three breeding slaves.”

Steve blows air out between his teeth in unhappy agreement. “Right. I guess that’d kind of defeat the whole point.”

“‘Patriots Populate’,” Bucky quips, making air quotes around the tired Federation slogan. “Don’t worry. Children aren’t hard to raise, just to make.”

“She was so angry,” Steve worries out loud. “How do we know there isn’t something wrong with her?”

Bucky leaves the question unanswered and comes over to sit on the opposite couch facing Steve and their newly-acquired terran. “She’ll calm down,” he decides. “They always do.” Steve purses his lips and continues to look the girl over critically. Bucky can see the distaste he has for her tattoos, so he decides to quash that before it even gets going. “Lasers,” he drawls.

“An extra expense.”

Bucky rolls his eyes, because he’s the one who’s always a stickler for profit margins, not Steve. He can tell when his husband is angling for something, and he refuses to take the bait. “Half this system is primitive,” he says. “Any female we’d get out here would likely have them. It’s an easy fix, babe. Just be glad there aren't any on her face. You should see some of the ones down in cargo pop."

“She doesn’t even speak our language.”

“That’s what they chip ‘em for.” He stretches sideways to reach for the domicile’s datapad, navigating on screen. “Here. You want a standard Federation accent? or ‘exotic lilt’?” Steve glares at him, and Bucky shrugs and taps the screen. “‘Exotic lilt’ it is.” He glances at the girl’s slack neck to check that her implant’s receiving properly. The little blue light shows faintly through her skin, indicating that it is. “There,” he says, tossing the datapad aside. “She’ll have it down pat by the end of the day, I bet.”

Steve scoffs. “Great. She can curse at us in a language we actually understand.”

“Well what would you suggest, a gag?” Bucky snaps, losing some of his patience. “I don’t think they’ve worked out how to erase a native language yet, unfortunately, so unless you want to have her tongue removed … ?” Steve shoots him another reproachful look, and Bucky stops being gross (they’re slavers, but they’re not those kinds of slavers). “She’ll be fine,” he insists. “Can’t expect miracles on the first day.”

Steve hesitates. “Look ... Maybe we should reconsider. Get someone once we’re back.”

Bucky groans and shuts his eyes. “Steve, no.”

“A centralized system would at least have—”

“Humongous fees and inner rim taxes that we can’t afford!” he snaps, not interested in having this discussion again. He gestures down at the unconscious girl on the floor. “Bruce did a full genetic mapping. A high compatibility breeder—that’s what you said you cared about, and Bruce says they’ve got the highest genetic match he’s seen in years.”

“Right!” Steve argues. “So we’ll be making great profit on this haul. Enough to afford—”

“Steve!” Bucky leans forward, pissed. He jabs his finger at his husband. “You may have forever to do this, but I don’t. My eggs are on a fucking timetable.”

“I know that,”

“I’m not letting your anxiety issues fuck up the plan again,” he says tersely. “Now I agreed that the eighteen months to get out here would be worth it for what we’d save in costs, but we’ve got half a year left on this haul, and then it’s the same eighteen months back to Federation territory. And I’m not getting any fucking younger. How many more times do you think I’m even gonna go into season?!” He regrets being sharp as soon as he sees how pinched and sad Steve’s face gets in response.

“I’m sorry,” Steve apologizes, looking down. “I … I know. You’re right.”

Bucky sighs. If he’s being honest, part of his anger is really with himself. He’s the one who decided to focus on his military career for so many years, after all. He’s the one who wasted his youth taking marching orders on little more than dewy-eyed idealism, buying into all the bullshit, all the Federation’s propaganda of speciestic pride and civic duty, honor and glory. And where had that gotten him? What has it gotten him? Not what he’d thought. Or to be fair, maybe he never even really did think that far. Fervor will do that to a fool. Two decades spent traveling from one edge of the galaxy to the next, racking up rank and reputation with the IDF, and now come to find out it doesn’t even really mean much. Not in the grand scheme of things, anyway.

Having his mate, building a home and a life, starting a family line that he can cultivate and be proud of, a legacy that he can watch prosper into something bigger than himself, something better than what he had, and all while he grows old with the man he loves. That’s what really matters. What good is a life spent seeking prosperity if you have no one to pass it on to?

These past few years, he and Steve have put all their energies into this venture with the Guild; buying the Scythe and bagging ten-million-credit contracts, embracing the entrepreneurial spirit, entertaining that universal boyhood fantasy of playing explorer and making big things go ‘vroom’ in space. They’d long ago agreed to put off starting a family so that they could have those types of adventures, go out on that limb, live that dream. Always forging ahead with the same, ignorant notion maintained: that they have all the time in the world to settle down.

Seven solars ago it had felt that way. But Bucky’s almost forty now, and finding a young, compatible female to be their carrier isn’t the only concern anymore. As the egg-bearing parent of their breeding pair, Bucky’s got an expiration date that Steve simply doesn’t. And sometimes he gets frustrated because it seems like Steve conveniently forgets that. “Sorry I snapped,” he mumbles anyway, rubbing his face tiredly. “I shouldn’t have.”

“... So, Banner said it’ll definitely be today?” Steve checks, his way of making peace.

“Next thirty-six hours was what he said this morning.”

“But how long do you feel like it’ll be?”

“Less than eight,” Bucky admits, dragging his hands all the way down his face. “Probably tonight, if the way my balls feel is any indication.” Steve chuckles and makes a dirty remark about them not needing to wait for the terran to wake up, to start having fun with each other, but Bucky waves him off, because he really does feel close, and he doesn’t want to waste his surely-dwindling egg supply on a fucking blowjob.

That’s another big reason why he doesn’t want to scrap the terran girl and start over. He’s in season for the first time in over ten months, and he’ll be ovulating very soon. If he and Steve return the slave, if they don’t grab their window this time, well … Bucky will officially have to wait until he is forty-two solars old and back in the inner rim to even attempt to become a father again (assuming that he could even afford to acquire an inner rim slave in the first place, which is doubtful). Even if it wasn’t, there’s still the matter of time. It just seems silly and wasteful to let this chance pass them by when they already have a highly genetically compatible breeder, bought and paid for, right here to serve as their carrier.

Steve inhales deeply and sends Bucky a soft look. “Hey,” he says. “I love you.”

Bucky smiles back. “Love you too.”

They both look down at the slumped form of the female. “At least she’s pretty?” Steve says, and Bucky hums in agreement. He’d been the one to pick her out, while Steve was away dealing with cargo transfer and playing diplomat with the locals. He’d given Steve’s physical preferences more weight than his own, though Bucky thinks their female is attractive, too. There are no obvious morphological differences between their two species that he can see, at least not beyond the superficial.

He lets his gaze drag over her assessingly. She’s naked, save for the temporary shift garment that they give all the slaves so that they don’t have to go around butt ass naked during transport day. It’s sleeveless and covers her from shoulder to shin, but it’s still easy to assess most of her body through the thin, biodegradable fabric. Sometimes there will be minor physical differences in the populations that they trade in, especially out here on the outer rim. But so far Bucky’s seen hundreds of these people, and the only trait of note that he can pick out is the greater variance in coloring. Unlike Steve and Bucky’s people, these terrans range from very pale, to very dark skinned. They have many more shades of hair, and some of them even have red hair! The one Bucky’s picked out has a variant of it, her mid length hair bearing a rich, auburn shade that reminds him of the peeling ironwoods in fall, back home.

“Didn’t think they’d be so small,” Steve murmurs.

“Yeah, me neither. Makes sense though, with the higher gravity and all.” Bucky thinks he can remember their own females being a bit larger than this one, on average. Though it’s been a long time since he’s seen one. “Do you remember your Oma?” he asks Steve.

“Not really. I was three.”

Bucky hums sadly. He’d been seven. “I think they were bigger.”

“Well, Banner swears she’ll be a great fit.”

Bucky snorts at the double entendre, and after a moment of being a prude, Steve laughs too. “That’s what the drugs were supposed to be for,” Bucky says, still peering at her as he waits to see if she’ll stir anytime soon. He��s starting to get a little anxious over how long she’s been unconscious. “How long’s it been since she conked out?” Her breathing seems normal …

“Not long. Maybe three, four minutes before you got back with the food?”

He frowns when he estimates that he’s been back in their quarters for an additional three or four minutes now. He thinks about calling down to ask if everything is going okay with cargo pop. “The fuck dosage did Banner work up?” he grunts. With the genetic profiles so isolated out in these more primitive systems, they’ve had to reformulate the cocktail for virtually every new population they harvest from. But even still, it’s usually just a matter of very minor adjustments for body mass. The female currently drooling onto their couch cushion isn’t that much smaller than those of the last haul, but …

“Did he say how long they gestate for?” Steve wonders.

“Nine months,” Bucky says, and Steve guffaws.

“Jeez. They’re like rabbits!”

Bucky snickers and agrees. “She might go to twelve or thirteen with one of ours.” It isn’t uncommon. Other than immune rejection, the only significant worry with using alien carriers is if the female’s womb can stretch enough to accommodate their young. Even with drugs to facilitate the process, Bucky knows how lucky it is that their kind is able to breed so flexibly. The genetic profiles have to be similar of course, and the process only works with gestational carriers. Something about the cross-species gametes is incompatible. Fertilization never works out. But for carriers, outsourcing works just fine.

All of a sudden, the girl on the floor stirs a little, which eases Bucky’s concerns about a possible overdose. Steve makes a surprised noise and then looks excitedly at Bucky. “She moved!”

“Yeah.” Bucky relaxes further back on the couch as both he and Steve continue to watch her. She scrunches her face sleepily, still not awake yet. It’s kind of cute. She opens her mouth wide and gulps in air, making a weird noise. Bucky raises an eyebrow and Steve looks alarmed.

“What is that? What’s she doing?”

“I dunno.”

She doesn’t wake up after doing the gulping thing. She merely sighs. A moment later she does it once more, and Steve whines worriedly. “We should call Banner.”

Bucky refrains from rolling his eyes. “She’s breathing fine, babe.”

“How do you know?” Steve argues. “She’s gasping for air. That can't be ... that can’t be good.”

“She’s not gasping, she’s gulping.”

“Call Banner.”

Bucky’s already pulling the datapad back over and pointing it at the female to take a short video of the gulping the next time it happens. It’s like a big, long gulp, followed by a harsh, fast sigh. “Take a chill pill, hon,” he drawls, tapping the screen for an analysis of the footage. He reads the information that the AI generates, and reports out loud to his still worried mate: “It’s called yawn. It’s normal. Not a sign of illness or injury.”

“Are you sure?”

“That’s what it says. Says here that it can indicate fatigue.” He scrolls down farther, reading the information that’s come up on their terran. “‘Yawn’, he murmurs, testing out the word. “She’s doing a yawn. It’s normal for the species.”

“Which is?”

He scrolls back over the analysis, skimming for taxonomy. He’s aware that the planet is called Earth, but he isn’t sure what the terrans themselves are called. (Earthians? Earthers? Earthlings?) “Here.” He says when finds it. “Hu-man.”

“Oh.” They both look down at their slumped female, thinking the same thing at the same time. “Hu-woman?” Steve guesses.

“I don’t think so.”

“Hew-MEN,” Steve pronounces.

“HEW-men,” Bucky corrects, then second guesses himself and tries it out a couple different ways under his breath (“Hew … hoo … hew-men. Hew-min … ) “HEW-men,” he decides. “It’s definitely HEW-men.”

“Hu-man,” Steve says, pronouncing it the way that Bucky’s settled on, and Bucky nods in agreement. “Human.”

“Terran,” Bucky mutters.

In all honesty, these people aren’t too dissimilar from the last population they sourced, except for that these ones really are “terrans” in the true sense of the word, having been completely planet-bound up until their system’s colonization just a few generations prior. Theirs is presently a pre-digital society, due to some sort of energy weapons disaster that took place over a hundred solars ago—Or at least, that’s what Bucky’s cultural liaison had told him when she’d handed over a strange mask for him to wear. They were cumbersome, but purportedly mandatory for survival at the planet's ground level.

(“A disaster of our own making, I’m afraid. Happened back in my great grandparents’ generation. All major cities went black, industries down for decades, soil contaminated four inches deep. It essentially threw us back into an early industrial age—for civilians, leastways. Not like here on base. We’ve made good progress with farmland and infrastructure, but there’s still a long way to go.”)

That’d been yesterday, Bucky and his crew making all of the requisite diplomatic stops at the first and then second docking stations. Their guide, herself an expat of the planet, had explained the history and conditions on the ground: how over ninety percent of humans now live primitively, and never travel off-world in their lifetime.

Maybe that’s why their new female threw such a tantrum, Bucky thinks. In his experience, fear is the biggest driver of anger. Fear of the unknown. The language download should help greatly with that. Or at least he dearly hopes so. The girl had been so destructive before, and with a ship that always seems to be managing to fall apart in seven different ways, Bucky doesn’t take kindly to having any of his personal shit unnecessarily broken. He regards her where she’s sitting slumped on the floor at Steve’s feet, body leaning against the couch and her head lolled on the cushion next to Steve’s knee. “I’m gonna call the doc,” Bucky decides. “Just to be safe.” If nothing else, he needs to know if this is happening to the entirety of cargo pop.

Steve moves his knee to gently nudge her. Her face twitches again, but other than that she doesn’t stir. “Yeah,” he agrees.

Bucky uses the datapad to call his chief medical officer. Once he has Banner on holoprojection, he indicates their human and explains her reaction to the drugs. “She's been out for almost ten minutes. But like I said, she’s twitching now, so …”

Through the display, Banner scratches his head. “Yeah. We were seeing the same thing down here. I thought maybe the gauge was off and we’d just over-gassed them. But if it’s happening via injection too, then it’s an overall dosage miscalculation. I’ll fiddle with it.” He apologizes sheepishly and reassures them that their newly-acquired female should be back to normal soon.

Steve asks if they’ll be able to breed her that day. “Should we wait?” he worries, nudging her lolling head with his knee again. “I mean … are the drugs still doing what they’re supposed to?”

“Once she regains consciousness the prep should still have taken effect,” Banner advises. “Just make sure she’s physically receptive. It’ll be easy to tell. Their females have similar arousal responses as ours do … Erm, did. It’s mostly the males that differ.”

“Differ how?” Bucky asks, then sits there with increasingly rising eyebrows as Banner tells him that human males have no designations: no eggs, no barbs, not even knots.

“Wait, what?” Steve squints. “But if they don’t have designations … I mean … Then what even are they?”

“Human males are sperm-bearing only. They fertilize the eggs.”

“But you just said they don’t have eggs,” Bucky re-checks, confused when Banner affirms it. “So they’re all alpha?”

“Well they don’t call themselves that, but essentially, yes.” Banner nods. “Sperm-bearing.”

“Then how the fuck do they reproduce without omegas?” Bucky wants to know.

“They have two party reproduction. The females are egg-bearing, and they carry the pregnancy. They do both.”

On the other couch, Steve makes a fascinated sound. “Weird!” He and Bucky spend another moment wrapping their heads around that notion. “But … it won’t hurt her, right?” Steve checks again. Bucky rolls his eyes but says nothing.

“No. Everything’s formulated to enhance the arousal response— minimize strain, optimize the womb for implantation, and loosen the pelvic structure,” Banner promises. “Their females really are very well suited to it. I was just telling Barnes the other day. It’s the highest interspecies compatibility I’ve seen in quite some time.”

“Hence why we just bought five thousand units,” Bucky says pointedly, looking at Steve. “You see? She’ll be fine.”

Outside of the holofield on Banner’s end, someone in the room calls out. Banner speaks with the person off screen, then announces to Steve and Bucky that he has to go. “Call me if you have any problems,” he says distractedly, then the holo cuts out.

That’s when the girl begins to blink her eyes open. Bucky can’t help but tense up a little bit, anticipating another tantrum like before. But he relaxes as a minute passes, and then two, and she becomes fully awake and doesn’t start yelling. She lifts her head, sits up straight, and does another one of the gulps—the “yawns,” this one much more intense than before. She looks around the room and pouts once she sees Steve and Bucky sitting there watching her attentively, but at least she remains calm.

Bucky’s shoulders untense. Thank the Makers. “Welcome back,” he says, making sure to speak slowly and clearly. “The medicine we gave you made you fall asleep for a few minutes. But the doctor says you’ll be fine.”

Her eyes go wide as she realizes that she can understand what he’s saying. Bucky smirks and waits to let her process that, before he figures that he should also let her know, “You learned it while you were sleeping. It’s called Federalese.” Again, she frowns, clearly not understanding how that’s possible. She even looks a little disturbed. Given what he knows about her primitive culture, Bucky isn’t entirely sure that terms like “download” or “nano-neural” will help explain it any better. So instead he tells her, “It might feel difficult or awkward for a day or so, but the more you hear it and use it, the easier it’ll come.”

“H-how?” she says, and Bucky thinks: Aw, her first word. (Hey, at least it’s not a swearword. Small blessings.) “How … how, is, this … poss-ible?” she stammers.

“We have a lot of technology that you won’t ever have seen before,” Bucky explains. “But Steve and I will teach you.” The female whips her head to look at Steve, realizes how close she is to him, and scoots her butt away on the floor by a few inches. It’s cute.

Steve offers her a smile and a little wave. “Hey. I’m Steve.” (They’ve already done introductions, but she’d been deep in histrionics at the time, so. Probably worth repeating.)

“And I’m Bucky. We met at the Mile High. You remember that?” Bucky isn’t entirely sure that she will. He’d been present when they woke her up, but she’d been awfully disoriented at the time—not atypical when being decanted after any length of time spent in suspended animation. Frankly, if Bucky had been sourcing from anywhere other than the Mile High, he would’ve found their use of stasis pods to be suspect, and would have worried about legitimacy of sale. It’s prohibitively expensive to keep slaves in suspension, the only real reason to do so typically being illegal poaching; keep the product quiet until a sale’s been made and the buyer’s well off world. But the Mile High Club is nothing if not a reputable dealer, well known for their quality product and pristine business practices. The club’s managing Collector, a Mr. Taneleer Tivan, had happily given a VIP tour of the pods, showcasing both the quality of his stock and the high standards of the operation itself. He’d been quick to supply all appropriate documents as well, handing over proof of sale, consent to enthrallment, and the pertinent federal and local registration codes as soon as they were requested.

When the female sitting in front of them gives no indication that she remembers their initial meeting, Bucky changes tack. “The freighter that came in yesterday? That was us.” He pats the seat of the couch he's sitting on and gestures around the room. “This is her. The Andromeda Scythe.”

The girl narrows her eyes at the mention of the Scythe. Bucky’s aware that most terrans have no love lost for off-worlders. Life on planets like this one isn't very nice to begin with, and then on top of that, relations with colonial authorities can tend to be rather … tense. Understandable, given that in the outer rim especially there are typically only a few outposts per planet, stations which serve as the only real point of contact between the natives and the rest of the galaxy. It’s very possible that this female only sees two or three transports passing through a year—and that’s assuming that she even lives within view of an orbital docking path. Planetary outposts like those on Earth are managed by either skeleton crews of low-level Federation grunts who fucked up badly enough to be demoted all the way to the outer fucking rim, or by ex-mercs who have nothing better to do than babysit a bunch of primitives on their ruined planets, overseeing order on the ground and liaising with whatever freighters pass through for trade. There are usually only between six and a dozen docking stations per outer rim planet. Earth has only two, which says a lot about how badly its natives fucked it up a hundred solars ago.

“We’re not with the military,” Bucky tells her, figuring that this might ease her opinion of him (and of Steve, though Steve’s obnoxiously gifted at getting new people to like him). Bucky shakes his head back and forth pointedly. “Steve and me? We’re not IDF.”

The female does at least seem to consider this as a positive thing, as her scowl doesn’t get any worse. “Not … Federation?” she asks, still learning how to move her tongue around the unfamiliar words.

“That’s right. Not Federation.” He thumbs over at Steve, then at himself. “We’re completely independent, free merchants with the guild. You know: the FTG?” (No need to tell her about their respective six and seventeen year careers with the IDF.) He points over at the garish sticker that Steve had happily slapped on the domicile’s wall, right after they’d first bought the Scythe, its three big letters declaring them independent of the Federation’s commerce authority. “You understand?” he says, when she doesn’t respond. “We’re tra-ders. Mer-chants.”

She presses her lips together and gives a curt little nod. “Yes. I understand.”

“Okay. Good.” From the opposing couch, Steve shoots Bucky a ‘be nice’ look. Bucky shoots him back a ‘what? I am being nice’ look.

Meanwhile, the female has begun looking around the domicile more completely, turning her head this way and that, ostensibly curious, though she curls her lip in a way that Bucky reads as disdain. Eventually, after a long moment of both Bucky and Steve anxiously waiting for her to say something, she sniffs and asks, “We’re on your spaceship?”

Bucky tries hard not to smirk or laugh at her. 'Spaceship'. Terrans’ language for things they don’t understand can tend to be amusing, is all. “Yes," he says. “Our ship. The Andromeda Scythe.”

She spends another moment thinking. “And … where-are-we going?” she asks, stringing her words together a little faster now, Bucky’s pleased to note.

“On to the next system,” he tells her. “Right now we’re still docked in the lower troposphere.”

“On Earth?” She snaps to attention. “You mean we haven’t left yet?”

The way her face is brightening isn’t a good sign, so Bucky points at her sternly, ready to put a stop to any idea she might have about making some sort of ridiculous escape attempt. “Hey,” he warns, “I paid good money for you, and I’ve got all the documents that say I did. You’re chipped, you’re here, and that’s that.” He softens some at her pout, but still insists, “No more tantrums like before, acting like we just scooped you up outta the forest while you were frolicking and picking berries, or whatever it is you terrans do.”

“Terrans ...” she repeats, frowning as she processes the word. She returns to glaring at Bucky, reminding him that she’ll have downloaded close to the full catalog of their language by now—including the less than flattering meanings that some words can hold. “That’s a slur,” she says.

Bucky scowls. “It’s not a slur. It’s a—” he hesitates when he sees Steve giving him another look. “Okay, fine,” he concedes. “It can be a pejorative I guess. It can be. Doesn’t mean that it always is. And I didn’t mean it that way.”—Except for that he kind of did, the main implication of “terran” being that a person is somehow uncivilized, unlearned, or backwards. Primitive at best, simpleminded at worst. (Bucky resolves to try and stop using it from now on.) He grunts and pushes up from the couch. “Well, I’m hungry. You hungry?” He goes into the domicile’s kitchen to heat up the food he’d grabbed in the canteen. He’s still half hard (like he has been all day), and his nuts feel like they’ve gone three rounds in a boxing match at this point. The fact that he’s not currently balls-deep in something hot, wet and tight is making him grumpy. He returns with the food and hands the female a container, and Steve another, returning to the opposing couch to open the third one for himself.

The female stays seated on the floor, using the coffee table as a dining surface. She opens the lid of her container and peers at the food inside dubiously, giving it a thorough sniff test and poking at it a few times with the utensil. Eventually she deigns to take a cautious bite, and whatever she makes of it, it must exceed her expectations. Either that, or she’s just very hungry, because she digs right in after that first taste. Bucky and Steve share a look that’s equal parts relief and amusement, and the three of them eat in what Bucky chooses to interpret as companionable silence.

He does notice the female glancing curiously around the room a couple of times (and at him and Steve, when she thinks they aren’t looking). She’s much more relaxed than she was before she passed out, and Bucky's got to imagine that Banner’s drug cocktail has more than a little to do with that. The prep is meant to help things along in that way, after all, relaxing and arousing the female’s body so that it can accommodate the sexual process, be successfully impregnated. No longer is their newly-acquired breeder raging around the domicile like a lunatic. She’s calm, and exhibiting a few signs of arousal that Bucky recognizes from having seen the drugs at work before. Her skin is flushed all along the base of her neck and her collarbones. Her nipples poke against the cheap material of her garment, pebbled into little peaks, and she seems to be squirming uncomfortably from time to time. In a very distinct manner.

Good, Bucky thinks. They need to get this show on the road.

Bucky throws the trash from their meal away and leaves to check in with the ship’s crew before turning in for the evening. He heads down to the cargo bay to make sure the new stock is settling in without issue. Usually, the Scythe carries an even split of male and female down in the bay, as laborers are almost as marketable as carriers, but this haul is heavy on females due to the high breeding compatibility of their two species. Morita and Jones still have a ton of them sequestered over to one side for parasite decon, but other than that, everything looks to be in good shape.

Next, he heads to the med bay for a brief discussion with Banner on all the procedures they’ll need to do over the course of the following months, in order to optimize this new haul’s market value. Chipping and language downloads are priority one, of course, followed by grooming, and then dental. Bruce breaks the bad news that Bucky already knew was coming, and tells him that precisely eighty-one percent of the slaves have prominent tattoos that’ll need removing. Apparently it’s a big part of the humans’ culture, which is why such an unusually large proportion of the females are marked. Bucky gripes over all the synth tissue they’re going to have to burn through (that shit’s expensive), but he knows it’s necessary to get the slaves up to industry standard. They only have one regeneration cradle on-board, so they’ll need to get started right away. If they’re lucky, they’ll have it all done by the time they’re back in the Andromeda system.

“Just do the prettiest ones first, I guess,” he tells Bruce. That way if they run out of synth tissue, they’ll at least have optimized the best units for sale. True to form, Bruce wants to know “what metric” he’s supposed to use to determine which of the females are prettiest. Bucky rolls his eyes and tells him that Monty and Jones know the metric. “Gods, so much money,” he laments about the tattoos.

Bruce cheers him up by promising that the superior reproductive compatibility will more than make up for it, with how much they’ll be able to charge per unit. And that, at least, is a bright note that helps improve Bucky’s mood. As is the fact that, once he arrives back at his and Steve’s quarters, it’s immediately apparent that Steve is making progress with their female.

He’s coaxed her to come up and sit beside him on the couch, instead of on the floor. “Buck,” he says when Bucky walks back in. Bucky stops short at the sight of them sitting so close to one another. Steve has even put his hand on her shoulder gently. “This is Raelynn,” he says. Bucky must make a face without realizing it, because Steve gives him a warning look that clearly communicates: Do not fuck up all my hard work, Pal, and he says, “People close to her call her Rae.” He looks down at her and gives her a small smile (Which she low key even returns! What the fuck? Bucky will never understand how Steve does it.) “She says we can call her that, right Honey?”

Raelynn/Rae nods a little, her eyes flicking from Steve, over to Bucky, and back again. “Yes,” she says quietly. “Rae is fine.”

Bucky goes over to the couch and sits on her other side, putting her firmly between himself and Steve. Testing the waters, so to speak. “Well then, I guess it’s nice to officially meet you, Rae.” She doesn’t really seem to want to make eye contact with him just yet, but she at least shoots him a small nod, along with a glance that notably doesn’t involve any suspicious or angrily-narrowed eyes. Bucky counts it as another win. He clears his throat as he sits there and tries to think of a delicate way to ask if his husband has gotten around to telling her what she’s there for yet. “Um, so … did you two talk much while I was gone?” He looks to Steve from over the top of her head to check.

Steve gives the world’s barest perceptible gesture, more a clenching of jaw than a true nod. That confirms what Bucky suspected, since the girl’s speech is more steady and confident than even since he left to go check the ship for the night. “Okay,” he says, licking his lips, excited and nervous. He can’t comprehend how she’s still being friendly if the talk about her being their carrier has already happened, but Steve does have a knack with people that Bucky’s always lacked. Bucky decides to trust that. “So, um … do you have any questions for us?” he asks, figuring that to be a safe way to ease into wherever the discussion left off in his absence.

She bites her lip for a moment, then asks, “Where are we going? After here?”

He inhales deeply, glad that the first question isn’t about the sex that's in their immediate future—not that he isn’t willing to talk about it, but he’s pretty sure that Steve’s the one who should broach that topic, if it hasn’t been broached already. Bucky nods and tells her, “Departure’s tomorrow at 0800. We have a few more stops, in nearby systems, then we refuel and start back home.”

“Home,” she echoes. “What’s that?”

Bucky opens his mouth, about to give a definition of the actual word “home," but Steve catches her meaning better than he does and says, “We’re from the inner rim, Honey. A place called Kho.”

“That’s your planet?” she asks.

“Mmhm. It’s nice. Developed, but still with lots of green. It’s the capital of our system: the Andromeda system.”

“One of the founding twenty-seven,” Bucky thinks to add, but then tenses at the abrupt change in Rae’s demeanor.

She stiffens and looks up at Steve in something like betrayal. “I thought you said you weren’t Federation?”

“We’re not.”

“But he just said—”

Bucky cuts her off by placing a hand on her wrist, which gets her attention. “Hey, no. I meant we’re not Federation officials. Not Intergalactic Defense Forces, not Commerce Corps. We’re free agents with the guild, sure, but we’re still citizens."

Her mouth works as she fumbles for a rebuttal. “But you said … I mean, I thought … the IDF is—”

“IDF’s the military,” Bucky stresses. “We’re not military. We are Federation citizens, but Sweetie: most of the chartered universe is. Virtually anyone who isn’t a terran—” He cuts himself off right after the word escapes. “Erm, sorry. That is to say, anyone who isn’t in the outer rim systems is a citizen.”

“Yeah,” Steve encourages, as Rae visibly relaxes. “It’s a huge umbrella, Honey. Quadrillions of people. Being a citizen’s not a bad thing.”

“Oh. I guess … I guess I don’t know these things,” she admits, with a hint of bashfulness to her if Bucky isn’t mistaken. Though that could just be more of her arousal response, the same flush and squirming evoked by the drugs.

Bucky gives her wrist a comforting squeeze. “Hey. That’s okay, Hon. Really. Just wait till you see it. There’s all sorts of technology and conveniences. I think you’ll be amazed. We have so many comforts and entertainment. Things you’ve never even dreamed of.” When she doesn’t look sure about it, he says, “I’ll show you some videos tomorrow. You’ll see. It’s much nicer than what you’re used to here. You’ll have a much better life there.”

As per freakin’ usual, out of the two of them, Steve is the better conversationalist.

He’s somehow able to salvage the conversation from Bucky’s—unintended but disastrous—insults to Rae’s home planet, and when the girl starts to notice her own increasingly aroused physical state, he pulls her into his arms and gives her a hug, reminding her that she’s just fine, that this is just the expected effects of the medicine, like they talked about. Just something that’ll help her feel good the whole way through.

“What’s wrong with me?” she whines when it intensifies, burrowing against the front of Steve’s sweater in embarrassment as the effects of the prep ramp up. “Nnnh. I feel … mmnn.”

Bucky and Steve share another look from over the top of her head. Their girl may be new to spoken Federalese, but the universal language of hot, bothered, and squirming female communicates loud and clear everything that she isn’t saying. “That’s your body getting ready,” Bucky reminds her gently, daring to place a hand on her back. “Remember how we talked about the way it would make you feel?”

“Mmh … hm.”

It comes out as more of a whimper than the “mm-hm” she probably intended, but Bucky gets the gist. She doesn’t shirk him off when he slides his hand up her back to her shoulder, nor when he begins a comforting little rubbing motion there, so he scoots in closer and leans against her from behind, joining in the hug that Steve’s already giving her. She shudders in their combined hold, but it’s quite obviously in enjoyment rather than displeasure. Bucky noses into her strange, ironwood-colored hair, inhaling at her pulse point and wondering if the lightly floral scent is innate to her species, or just something she’s rubbed into her skin. “Rae?” he prods gently. "Do you want to talk a little more about what’s going to happen?”

By now she knows that she’s there to be their carrier. They’ve explained that much, but none of the biology has been mentioned. None of the specific points of their … anatomy. Bucky knows she’s still assuming it’s her eggs they’ll be fertilizing. “You can ask questions,” he reminds her, grazing the shell of her ear with his lips and relishing the shiver he feels travel through her slight frame. “Anything you want,” he whispers, mainly just to get another shiver out of her when his hot breath hits her ear.

“We want you to feel comfortable,” Steve coaxes.

“And not scared,” Bucky agrees. He chances a kiss to her neck, and she makes a soft, enjoyable noise. “Nothin’ to be scared of at all. Cause we’re gonna take such good care of you, Sweetheart.”

She sighs, having gone much more lax against Steve’s front in the past few minutes. Steve signals to Bucky that they should cool it for a sec, in the goal of getting a real answer out of her. Bucky grunts but agrees, sneaking a hand to the front of his pants to rearrange himself. It’s been unpleasant all day, but now he’s actually hard. He gives himself a rough squeeze through the fabric, telling his poor, suffering balls to hold in there. Steve, meanwhile, has encouraged Rae to sit back a little. She’s still practically in his lap, and soft as a noodle, but he manages to get a tiny bit of eye contact out of her. “Talk?” he checks, nodding in encouragement.

She makes a shy noise of assent, followed by a nod and an “okay” that comes out muffled, because she’s already burrowed her face back into the knit of Steve's sweater. From over her head, Steve and Bucky share a fond look, and together they pet her back and begin to explain the differences in their species’ breeding habits.

It takes a little while. She stops them several times, not upset about anything, but certainly confused, needing to ask clarifying questions. She seems most flabbergasted by the notion of egg-bearing omega men, but not at all by the fact that two men would be husbands—Which really perplexes Bucky, because why the hell would two men marry if they couldn’t make babies together?

She expresses amazement at the concept of a third carrier sex, which is one of the confusing bits that she winds up needing to ask several questions about. Bucky bungles it on his first try, but then watches his mate take over, and falls even deeper in love as Steve seems to intuitively know exactly what to say. He explains it to her in terms that she can understand, which is that sperm and egg come from the two male parents—the alpha father and omega mother—whilst the female Oma, who lacks gametes, carries the growing baby inside of her womb.

“Huh,” is all Rae says, with an adorably astounded little expression. “That's ... huh.”

She asks why they don't just breed with their own kind, and that prompts Bucky's explanation of what happened on their homeworld that so necessitated this cross-species sourcing for carriers in the first place. He leaves a lot out, purposefully softening the story of the plague that ripped every man, woman, and child of Kho’s oma parent away, over thirty solars ago (“Thirty-three solars, this next rotation. Gods, I can hardly believe it’s been that long”), and emphasizing how there have been countless families formed with compatible species in the generation since, just as happy and healthy as can be.

She seems very reassured when they tell her about how well her body will be suited to safely carrying a healthy Khomeini pregnancy and bearing their young, and she really brightens up once she understands that she’s to remain with them to be their female mate and act as de-facto oma for their children: the primary caregiver.

Bucky holds his tongue, but he privately thinks that it’s utterly rotten that she’d thought they were actually going to use her for her womb and then not let her raise the baby after that (wtf?!). Apparently, it’s a practice that the human terrans have, and Bucky thinks—again, privately and with more than a little disdain—that Earth culture really is backwards and brutal. No wonder their little savage had been so tempestuous in the beginning! She’d been expecting to be used and discarded!

He and Steve both happily tell her how it will be quite the opposite, explaining how she’ll live in their domicile on Kho with them, which has a lovely garden and courtyard, and rooms that she can decorate for their young. When they inform her that theirs is a healthy ecosystem without the same problems as her planet, and that she won’t have to wear a rubber mask when she goes outside, she gets even more enthused and wants to know all about their planet and its history. They promise to show her as many videos as she wants tomorrow, but first thing’s first: they need to breed her tonight.

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