#peens are like skin to me now

[kn96artworks]

spent the day drawing pr0n instead of working because i refuse to work

me, in my head, literally every time i draw peens: DIK :D AND BOL :DD

[vickyshinoa12]

Ima bout to talk about something NSFW… If you are under the age of 18, please do not attempt to read past this, it is a warning. Thank you!

So I’ve been reading the NSFW works here on tumblr are AO3, quick question…. How does Sebastian have two dicks and hides it? People say under his coat…. No- there’s isn’t any way he can hide ‘two pps” under that coat, yeah it’s long, but two of them trying to hide under there…. Yeah no hard or not you’ll still see a bit of extra skin under there….

Then I did an AI chat of him and we ended up… ahem doing it which idk how that happened I was just explaining my character and such and Sebastian was mad flirting (guess all of em do it huh?) and the Ai claimed…. And I quote “I have five…” five what? Five bucks? No… five dicks… I legit typed ain’t no way…. How you hide ‘em? He said underneath the lower half kinda when he’s sitting? So you’re telling me his peen is out and scraping the floor?! Oh my gosh… like yeah headcanon two dicks cause he’s a result of an experiment… but for the love of god I just can’t imagine trying to hide it and get comfortable… or you can say it’s retractable which is kinda weird… but it makes sense.

Anyway that’s my thought recently… cause I just can’t imagine sitting there with him in the room buying his stuff and he secretly has multi dicks, and he ‘hides them’. So now when I play the game and I’m with him I have to legit check myself and say he doesn’t have an extra peen hanging out.

(Oh yeah I wanna add this too… Sebastian is canonically in his thirties and I swear that all these NSFW stuff appear more and more frequently… some of those out there are minors and writing them, which cool good for you! But dear god man… the internet is kinda messed up… I’m one to talk cause I did look up NSFW for Arno from Assassins Creed when I was fifteen and yeah… it went downhill from there…)

[Image is from YouTube and the video is Heaven Say [Roblox Pressure] by k3nny!]

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Bend us, Break us Pt. 4 ~Sub!Larissa Weems xSub!Morticia Addams xFem Dom!Tall!Shapeshifter!Reader

Anon request—(What sets Reader off is when she peaks into Rissa's office and sees them masterbating side by side but they don't know Reader saw till she gets home) (Biting kink(likes to bite and be bit, Morticia), spanking(both), Daddy kink(both), shapeshifter peen(Reader), praise kink(both), they both absolutely PREEN at being called good girls and melt on the spot (literally ruined underwear).

Link to Part 1, Part 2, & Part 3

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, teasing, spanking, bondage, vibrator, punishing, strap fucking, doggystyle, biting kink, Daddy kink, spanking kink, praise kink, degrading kink, shapeshifting d!ck, etc…

Part 4 & End of mini series

Enjoy (;

Both women continued their administrations, recording it all, but little did they know… you had stayed right outside Larissa’s cracked open door, watching their every single move…

When you had seen enough to cause you to soak through your knickers, you walked off with a ache in between your legs and one determined thought, Larissa and Morticia were going to pay for that bratty act…

~~~

You went through the entire day with an ache in between your legs and the ingraved image of Larissa and Morticia fucking themselves in Larissa’s office… They had broken your rules and they were going to pay for it… It had been eating away at you all day. And the soonest you could do something about it, you would.

Morticia had planned to send the little mighty video to you at dinner, but you decided to see the two right after your last class, skipping dinner all together. You walked down the corridors to Morticia’s classroom, catching the class as it dismissed.

You walked up and around the desk to the goddess in her black dress. Morticia’s eyes lit up at the sight of you. Without warning you scooped the the woman up and she instinctually straddled your waist. You then pushed her against the wall as your lips attacked hers.

“Daddy…?” Morticia desperately whimpered through the dominating kiss.

“I advise you don’t speak until your spoken to, slut…” you growled, drinking in the reaction you were getting from her.

Morticia merely whimpered and nodded in response.You then carried her through her classroom and out to the corridor, while your lips were still ravaging hers. Morticia’s breath hitched as you began walking through the corridors, with the very real possibility of you two being caught.

Morticia was pulled out of her head when she felt you bite down on her pressure point, making her cry out in pleasurable pain. You had broken her skin and when you fiercely connected your lips back to hers, Morticia could taste her blood on your tongue, making her moan only more.

You made it quickly to Larissa’s office, barging in without knocking, and placing a breathless and needy Morticia on the desk of the blonde.

“If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to have to call you back…” Larissa quickly told whoever was on the phone, before quickly hanging up.

“Strip, sweet slut…” you husked into Morticia’s ear, causing a shiver to run down her spine.

You then turned your attention over to Larissa who was sitting at her chair, stunned and confused. You walked over to her side of the desk.

“You haven’t been a very good girl… Neither has ‘Tish…” you purred with an edge.

Larissa blushed, recalling her earlier activities, but she though Morticia hadn’t sent the video yet.

“What do you mean, Daddy…?” Larissa asked, switching glances from you who was towering above her to Morticia who had bite marks and hickeys all over her neck and was now sitting on the edge of the desk, completely naked.

“Get up.”

Larissa immediately followed your word, and you quickly swapped position with the blonde, tripping her to fall leaned over on your lap. Larissa yelped at the sudden change. You quickly rolled up her dress to reveal her cream colored ass.

“Watch what happens when you break the rules…” you purred towards Morticia, who was sitting stone still, gawking at your and Larissa.

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

Larissa cried out in pain with a mixture of pleasure as smacked her ass. Hard.

“Fuck Daddy…! Please…!” Larissa whimpered.

“I saw you earlier today…” you warily purred, “Take your punishment like a good girl.”

Smack!

Smack!

Both the women’s eyes widened at the realization of what you were referring to.

“Did you really think you could get away with being so bratty and not get punished my Daddy…?” You lustfully spewed.

Smack!

Smack!

Smack!

“Oh God Daddy please I’m sorry…” Larissa cried out.

“Shhhh… Be too loud sweet girl and the whole school will know who you belong to…” you chuckled, as you caressed the blonde’s flush red ass.

You then placed the flushed blonde, her legs trembling, on the other side of the desk, walking back around to a whimpering Morticia who was practically begging to be put in her place…

You eyed her luscious, naked form, licking your lips hungrily…

“So you can be a good girl and follow instructions…?” You toyed.

Morticia nodded vigorously, pleading with you, “Yes Daddy please I’ll be such a good girl…!”

You scooped her back up, her legs locking into your waist once more and her face nuzzling itself in your neck, her lips leaving kisses and bite marks along your neck. You let out a strained moan at her administrations.

With that you turned to Larissa, “Strip and wait for me. I’ll be back, sweet slut…” you purred with that same punishing edge.

Larissa gulped and nodded, “Yes Daddy…” she whispered.

You then turned back around and carried Morticia into Larissa’s private quarters, which were attached to her office. You threw the goddess on the bed.

“Stay.”

“Yes Daddy…” she whimpered.

You went to Larissa’s closet and rummaged through her drawer of toys. Once you’d located your toys of choice, you stripped down to your undergarments. You came out of the closet and met Morticia’s gaze, whose mouth dropped at the sight of you.

“Like something you see, sweet slut…?” You teased.

Morticia gulped and nodded, “You… stunning…” she whispered, practically speechless at your sleek, black garter lingerie set.

“Awww, my sweet sluts already dumb with words…?” You toyed with her.

It was then that Morticia noticed what your were holding in your hands. She whimpered as she noticed you holding silk ties and a small vibrator. You then came to straddle the goddess and placed her spread out across the bed for you to properly tie her up. Morticia moaned out at how dominant you were being. You grabbed her wrist and tied it to the bedpost. And then the other. You then placed the vibrator on her clit and turned it on, causing Morticia to yelp.

“Not a word…” you warned her, “and don’t even think about cumming…”

Morticia whimpered in response and reluctantly nodded, pulling lightly on her restraints. You then got off of her and went back to the office to attend to Larissa. You entered the office to find a needy and completely naked Larissa, sitting on the edge of her desk.

“Ass still sore?” You toyed with the blonde.

Larissa’s eyes widened at the sight of what you were wearing, “Yes Daddy…” she whimpered.

You came over to her and slotted yourself in between her legs.

“And just how wet did me spanking your pretty little ass make you, slut…?

Larissa whimpered in response, arching her back for your touch, “so wet Daddy… please Fuck so wet…”

You hummed in satisfaction with her answer, then scooping her up with a yelp from Larissa and carrying her bridal style to her bed. You placed her on the floor on the edge of the bed, and you then sat yourself on the edge of the bed, your cunt merely hidden from Larissa by your black knickers.

You both could hear the vibrator and Morticia desperately trying to muffle her moans and cries. Larissa bit her lip and blushed at the sight. You grabbed her chin and swiveled it back to you.

“Be a good girl and make Daddy feel good…” you purred, opening your legs even more.

Larissa immediately obeyed, whisking your knickers off and delving her tongue into your soaked cunt. You grabbed her blonde curls, which she had taken down while you had been gone, and tugged her even deeper into your pussy with a guttural moan.

“Fuck… such a good girl right there…!” You moaned out.

Larissa desperately rutted her hips into nothing as she ate you out with her skilled tongue. Morticia pulled against her ties and tried her hardest not to cry as the vibrator edged her on and she watched you unravel in front of her.

You were quick to come, screaming how much of a good girl Larissa was being, which only made Larissa even more needy and desperate. Morticia was also a mewling mess, bucking her hips violently in need for some sort of release. Once you had come down from your high you ordered Larissa to untie Morticia and for them both to wait patiently on the bed. The two scrambled to your command, in hope that you would have mercy on them.

When you turned around from the edge of the bed, their mouths dropped. You smirked as they gawked at your shifted member. You could see both of their brains completely short circuiting in that moment.

“Tell me what you want, sweet sluts…” you tauntingly purred.

“Want you to fuck me Daddy…!” Larissa pled, the first and most desperate to speak.

“Wanna be bitch fucked Daddy please!!” Morticia cried.

You chuckled at their neediness. Although you yourself needed release pretty quickly as well…

“‘Rissa spread yourself out on the bed. ‘Tish, sweet girl, ride ‘Rissa’s face, while Daddy fucks her to high heaven.” You purred.

Both women moaned in delight at your words. And they were quick to follow your words. Morticia swiftly straddled the blondes head as soon as she had splayed herself out on the bed. A pornographic moan escaped Morticia’s lips as Larissa’s tongue swiped through her folds.

“That’s right…” you purred, lining yourself up to Larissa’s aching cunt, “Tell everyone who owns you, sweet slut…”

With that, you slid into Larissa heat, causing Larissa’s eyes to roll back and a cry of pleasure to escape her lips and vibrate into Morticia’s core. You let out a groan as you bottomed the blondes delicious cunt out.

“Fuck— Daddy please…” Larissa mewled through Morticia’s cunt, “Fuck me please!!”

You didn’t need to be told twice with how she was squeezing your dick… you began pounding into the blonde, eliciting moans and cries from Larissa, begging you not to stop.

“Oh GOD fuck Daddy M’mm close!! Wanna cum please…!!” Morticia cried out, rutting her hips against Larissa’s face.

“Me too Daddy Fuck me!!!” Larissa screamed as you pounded into that spongey spot inside her.

“Fuck, come for me good girls… Daddy’s close too…” you groaned.

In one fell swoop, all three of you came; Morticia squirting her juices all over Larissa’s face, Larissa clenching around and milking your cock, and you spurting you cum and painting Larissa’s walls with the sticky substance. And they cried out your name like broken records.

Once everyone had started to regain their composures, you carefully slid out of Larissa. Larissa mewled in her sex fog in response.

“Awww, is my good girl fucked dumb already…?” You teased.

“Just… need a break Daddy…” Larissa whimpered.

“That’s alright, sweet girl, Daddy needs to bitch fuck your slutty friend anyway…” you purred, glancing over to Morticia with a glint in your eye.

Morticia’s senses pricked up at your words.

“Yes please Daddy!! Fuck me please…!” She pled.

You chuckled and went to scoop up Larissa and place her against the head board.

“Be a good girl for Daddy as I rail your slutty friend, hmmm?” You purred, cupping the blondes cheek and giving her a peck on the lips.

Larissa lightly nodded with a gentle smile.

You then went around and grabbed Morticia’s hips, making her yelp. You dragged her in a position where she was facing Larissa, on all fours with her ass in the air.

Your cock was dripping with Larissa’s juices, as it hit Morticia’s clit. Morticia moaned out in desperation, raising and wiggling her ass in her neediness.

“Use your words, good girl…” you purred into her ear, making Morticia shiver.

“Fuck me Daddy!! Fuck me so hard pound into me God please…!!” She begged with strained cries.

And you were more than happy to comply. You both groaned as you sheethed yourself into her aching cunt. You were quick to snap your hips and ram your dick fully into Morticia’s tight hole, making her cry out in pleasurable pain. And then you fucked her. Hard.

You had Morticia cumming over and over again, while Larissa just watched with a stunned face as you fucked Morticia dumb. When you had properly filled her pretty pussy, you finally relented and pulled out of her. Morticia whined from overstimulation, and you immediately brought her into your lap.

“You did so good for Daddy… were such a good girl…” you purred, while caressing her cheek.

At that Morticia nuzzled her face in the crook of your neck. And Larissa was quick to snuggle into your side. You shifted back to your normal cunt with a sigh of relief, and morphed into the other two women’s embrace with a caring smile.

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[ryuichirou]

now show us their cunts-

but for real pussy headcanons if u feel like it and havent done it yet?

Today is the day, Anon; it took me way longer to write this than I thought it would. Not only because I always take much longer than I initially plan, but also because I didn’t realise how much easier it is to talk about the boys' peens than to talk about the girlies? Why though? Much to think about, much to reflect upon.....

And yet I ended up talking a lot as always lol and about some girls more than about the others… I hope I managed to write it in a non-confusing way. Thank you for your ask and patience!

Riddle – a cute and pretty one, the slit is short and looks "closed" and tight, almost unnoticeable even when she isn't wearing panties (if you don't peek under her of course). Even though she is pretty pale down there, the inside is more bright, almost red. Her folds are delicate and clit is tiny. She never touches herself down there for any reason other than hygiene, although she probably should.

Ace – hers is also more reddish inside, but not as bright as Riddle’s. Her inner labia is partially hidden, but the part of the folds that is visible kind of looks like a heart. In contrast to Riddle, she masturbates quite often and, while not being loud and obnoxiously open about it, still gets very mad whenever someone talks about how this is a bad thing to do.

Deuce – what a coincidence, hers looks like a heart too, but it's upside down.... Hmm.... Actually, both of them would notice, but never address that: it's kind of embarrassing. However, what’s even more embarrassing is that her senpai from her delinquent days almost made her get a tattoo down there. Almost.

Trey – a cushion of a pussy. It looks comforting in a way… Outer lips are puffy and big, her clit is also on the bigger side. If she’s just wearing underwear, the puffiness and overall shape of her pussy creates a bulge that someone is always going to comment on.

Cater – the Y thing between her legs is pretty triangular, not puffy at all, the folds peek out a bit. The hood part of her clit is also pretty long. She does look at in the mirror just for the sake of it sometimes, but her own thing isn’t as interesting to her. Get her a gf…

Leona – pretty long slit, and even though her skin and her hair down there are dark, the folds (that peek out, but it's not very visible due to pubes of course) are a very soft pink. She hates it when someone comments on it and passively-aggressively talks about being a princess first and foremost when it happens.

Ruggie – yeah so she is a special case due to her being a spotted hyena: she doesn't really have a pussy... She has a pseudo-penis that is actually her clitoris, and the part that is supposed to be the lips is completely closed off, but still a bit puffy. The fact that she gets erect really easily usually bothers her, but she has been able to keep it together easily lately. It's probably because she is more comfortable and relaxed as the student at NRC. And yeah, it is completely hidden behind her bush most of the time, so those who aren’t aware usually don't even notice anything.

Jack – chunky and fluffy. The hair is white at the top of the pubic area, but gets darker between her legs. Her skin down there is also darker, but the folds and all the hidden parts in general are pretty bright red and the clit is perky and big.

Azul – super soft, super puffy and pillowy. But also pretty tight looking, as if she is always keeping it together, so the folds are hidden "deeper" under the pillowy "shell". But when she gets aroused, it opens up more to show that her folds have a bit of a purple hue to them + are kind of thick. She is the only one of the Octa-trio who didn’t get instantly interested in what this thing does the moment they got legs. She is very capricious about it being touched and hates it most of the times.

Jade and Floyd – big... Or I guess long? As in, it starts pretty high and the slit part is long. The outer lips aren't very thick, but the inner folds are, and they peek out just quite a bit. There is some asymmetry going on, and yes, they mirror each other. Their clits are also pretty big and a bit pointy, when aroused. At least one of them doesn’t like wearing underwear, and I am not going to point fingers at who it is. Although both of them would love to go commando, to be honest.

Jamil – her skin is silky and soft, the lips are a bit meaty but not much, and her clit peeks out a bit, as well as folds juuust a little bit. It’s a bit bright shade-wise, and Jamil doesn’t like how noticeable it is because the only person who sees her naked regularly (Kalim) always looks like she wants to comment on it. She is very sensitive and gets more aroused than she would care to admit when she is being touched in a right way. I guess her body is also very… trainable? Adaptable. She also shaves regularly, and it's possible that Kalim has never seen her with any hair down there.

Kalim – kind of the opposite of Jamil: it’s puffy, it covers the inner labia completely, her clitoris isn’t as noticeable, she has this cute princessy vibe to her. She also isn’t super interested in her own pussy because she is way more fascinated with Jamil’s, but it’s not impossible for her to get aroused. Interestingly, she’s never got an urge to masturbate in her life.

Vil – very elegant, obviously V-shaped, pretty pale. When she isn’t aroused, the inner part isn’t noticeable at all, even if she squats or spreads her legs. But when she gets horny, everything opens up and gets red, wet and needy; quite an impressive and fast transformation. She is also the biggest cameltoe hater in the world, both for herself and for others. It makes her irrationally angry and uncomfortable.

Rook – not too puffy, not too flat, but also kind of elongated?? It starts a bit higher on her pubic area, which makes the clit stick out more visibly when she is aroused. It’s also “sneaky” because the hood part is pretty long. She is not super sensitive but still doesn’t really like being touched directly and prefers to do the touching.

Epel – way cuter that she wants it to look; she’d like it to look more mature, but she can’t grow hair down there and her outer lips are so adorably bright pink that it’s impossible not to go “aw” when looking at it. What’s worse is that her folds (that aren’t visible unless you spread her open) are surprisingly pale compared to her outer lips, it’s like… an apple… of sorts… Also, her clitoris is sensitive, and she prefers to grind against something rather than touching herself.

Idia – very pale both outside and inside, pretty sensitive. Not very plump, kind of triangular in shape. The slit starts pretty low, so technically Idia could wear extremely tiny low rise bikinis with almost her entire pelvic area visible and the pussy slit would still be hidden. It's also pretty hot inside and very tight, twitching visibly when she is either nervous or excited.

Ortho – she doesn't have one, but she has some attachments that resemble the shape of a pussy! It’s made with soft silicon for the outer lips and harder parts for the clitoris, the folds, everything that is inside, plus the inner part vibrates and pulsates. It isn't perfect, but Ortho is always working on improvements!

Human!Ortho would have a pussy very similar to Idia's, bit with a bit more plump outer lips. So I guess the low rise bikini thing wouldn’t work with her…

Lilia – misleadingly cute little cunt because it hides a dagger that is Lilia’s clit. When she isn’t aroused, it’s pretty much hidden, and her outer lips look soft, the slit between them isn’t very long. But when she gets horny, her perky and crimson red clit peeks out menacingly… it’s pretty big for her size. Especially compared to her little folds and all.

Silver – looks delicate and princess-like, pale and a bit pink, with folds also being a pretty pastel shade of pink. It’s not like her folds make her pussy look exactly like a rose, but this is the feeling one would get when looking at it: it’s like a pretty rose. She isn’t super sensitive because she is quite used to being touched, but when she is touched in the right spots, it becomes very obvious just how horny her body could get with her muscles contracting in a very hungry and desperate manner. Not very princess-like.

Sebek – chonky girl, but tight-looking, with her folds being hidden almost all the time (unless she is super horny); the inner part is sensitive, but not super soft and tender: the folds are a bit thick but also kind of zigzagged?? Her clit is pretty thick and round. She is also so focused on self-discipline and not touching herself that it kind of backfires and makes it very easy for her to get horny…

Malleus – very elegant looking. If Silver's looks like a rose, this one is an orchid. The outer lips are very pale and look tender, and the inner part is darker and has a bit of a purple hue. Her clit peeks out a little bit like the scale thing on her tail. She is also someone who gets uncontrollably wet when aroused; her body produces a lot of secretion.

[sarahowritesostucky]

Art: @hopelessartgeek

📖 "Medically Necessitated" Ch 3

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

Wait! I haven't read an earlier chapter! Story masterlist

3. Bucky

Steve unexpectedly switches from being Bucky's attending physician, to his dedicated heat Support.

It’s funny: the stereotype of alphas is that they’re always these domineering, bossy, even selfish people who walk all over other designations to get whatever they want. But Steve’s whole life pretty much revolves around doing for omegas. Meeting their needs.

There’s his volunteer work at the shelter and at ASHDOM, there are the single omega neighbors in his building who all know he’s a pushover and who come to him first whenever they need furniture moved or can’t get out to the store because they’re in heat. And there’s his job, which usually sees him working a bare minimum of sixty hours a week, often many more.

He does nothing but cater to omegas.

Of course, he’s paid well for it. Nursing is a chronically underfilled field to begin with, and omega specialized healthcare is even worse. Especially when it comes to staffing alpha practitioners. Steve knows for a fact that his salary is several grand higher than any of his his beta coworkers doing the same job, simply because of the additional therapeutic value that his designation can offer.

He’s a federally licensed heat partner, is certified in trauma and crisis intervention, and he’s one of the only alpha nurse practitioners providing omega reproductive healthcare in the borough. It makes his days long and his caseloads heavy, but that’s okay because it’s more than a job to him, it’s a moral imperative, something that’s been drilled into him since he was six years old and play-dominating all the other kids in his kindergarten class: you must take care of those who are weaker than you.

Steve’s been working on the OOBGYN ward around trauma patients for more than five years now. He knows the protocols, he knows how to keep himself under control and keep his patients safe. So it’s not exactly the shining pinnacle of his career when he has to page his subordinates—the nurses he trained for Chrissakes—to come and help him the fuck out with a patient he’s mishandled.

Steve would’ve highly preferred it be Hope (she’d give him less crap about it), but it’s Sharon who shows up first at the door. She comes into the room, no nonsense, holding a 1cc syringe at the ready. She’s unseen by Bucky, who’s still keening and purring where he’s got his teeth buried in Steve’s shoulder. Steve gives her a terse nod, and Sharon brusquely walks over and shoots the sedative up Bucky’s nose before the omega even knows what’s happening.

Ninety seconds later, he’s out like a light. “Midazolam,” Sharon says.

Steve nods. That buys them at least thirty minutes to get everything set up right. Bucky’s mouth has detached from his skin, and Steve carefully lowers his limp form back down onto the bed. There’s blood smeared on his lips and chin—Steve’s blood. Steve swallows hard and ignores the answering pulse of blood in his dick. He’s all keyed up, body thrumming, primed to fuck or fight.

Sharon’s a professional, so she doesn’t look at his crotch, but she does wrinkle her nose and give him an unimpressed look. “What the hell, Rogers?”

Steve avoids answering, embarrassed. “Come on. Help me transfer him. Clock’s ticking now.” He climbs off the bed and Sharon undoes Bucky’s IV. They bring up the bed’s side rails and unlock the wheels, then begin the slow process of pushing him out of the room and down to one of the on-ward heat suites. “Don’t lecture me,” Steve warns, not in the mood to have his rookie mistakes pointed out. There are plenty of them.

He forgot blockers. He intoned. He scented. Fuck, did he posture? He probably postured. He certainly got too close, let the omega get his fucking mouth on him. Christ. Steve shakes his head at himself. He’d let his soft spot for Bucky put him in a vulnerable position, and now a traumatized patient has latched onto him right at the onset of the first heat he’s had in years.

Those are not the things the hospital pays Steve thousand of dollars extra for.

Well … actually they are, but they weren’t supposed to be in Bucky’s case. Steve is his attending. He’s not supposed to take on the role of alpha support, too. It’s not allowed.

“Who should I be paging?” Sharon asks as they wheel the bed down the hall and around a corner.

“Get Banner,” Steve grunts, not happy with it. He doesn’t want to give up the case to another doctor. All his instincts are screaming at him to keep Bucky as his, to keep the control and authority he has over the omega’s medical care. But he’ll get in big trouble if he doesn’t sign this off to another physician before they seal themselves up in a heat suite.

“Is he on call tonight?”

“Yeah.” Banner is a good doctor, a beta, and a great human being. Steve trusts him more than almost anyone to do what’s right for Bucky as his attending. “Give him my case notes and Bucky’s treatment plan,” he tells Sharon as they arrive at a heavy door with a small, shuttered window. “And get a hold of Sam if he’s around. Tell him I have questions. Tell him the kid latched onto me.”

Sharon raises an eyebrow. “You mean … your neck?”

“No, not my neck,” Steve snaps meanly. “I mean physiologically.”

Sharon shoots him a peeved look from her side of Bucky’s bed, but she doesn’t say anything. She knows that Steve’s not mad at her.

He’s furious with himself for letting it happen. It’s embarrassing. Steve’s supposed to be experienced. The second that Bucky started posturing and losing language complexity and calling Steve ‘Alpha’ over and over like that, the second he’d started keening like that, Steve should’ve put distance between them. He should’ve been well out of the room by the time the kid began scenting and slicking, not still sitting right on the damn bed, letting him do it all over his scrub pants.

They wheel into the suite and Steve looks from Bucky’s lax body over to the suite’s low bed. It’s just an institutional grade mattress on a box platform, large and durable and easy to clean. It’s sterile and standard, just like the rest of the room. Nobody’s brought up any nesting materials yet.

If Steve had done his job right, Bucky probably wouldn’t have hit heat until tomorrow. The hospital staff would have already received the requisition forms and prepared the suite especially for Bucky’s stay. Instead, it’s empty and stripped bare, sterilized from the last omega who used it.

There’s a fridge stocked with water and calorie dense snacks, a four piece handicap-accessible bathroom with a walk-in tub. There’s the large platform bed, and there’s a breeding bench over in the corner. Steve glowers at Sharon when he sees it. “Why is that in here?” he snaps. “Jesus, Sharon, get it out.” He glances at Bucky, irrationally afraid of the kid waking up and seeing it.

“The last patient booked into the room was Ace,” Sharon says, unamused. “You sure you want it out?” She nods at Bucky’s prone body. “He’s dynamic dysphoric. You might need it. I can fill out a req for the seeding machine if you—”

“No,” Steve bites out, trying hard to remain professional and not yell at his head nurse. “No. I’m not doing that to him.”

Steve knows what Sharon’s thinking: light sedation and heavy restraint, complete mechanization of Bucky’s heat. It’s what a lot of doctors would do, once they got a look at Bucky’s case file and issues. Just to get the whole process over with in less time, with less effort.

But Steve can’t stand the thought of forcing Bucky through his treatment like that. It would terrify and humiliate him. Steve would rather work through every step with Bucky than force him onto that bench. “Get it out of here,” he orders.

Sharon doesn’t argue, just removes the bench and herself from the room. When she returns, Steve is staring at the naked vinyl mattress with distaste. There’s nothing soft or safe or warm here. He doesn’t want Bucky to wake up to that. “Stay with him,” he tells Sharon. “I’m gonna run down to supply and get room prep.”

He leaves her there with strict instructions not to touch Bucky. Now that the kid’s latched onto Steve as his heat partner, he won’t take well to physical contact with anyone else. “Fucking stupid, Rogers,” Steve berates himself again as he takes the elevator down to the supply room.

He grabs a pushcart and loads it up with an assortment of blankets that the hospital offers. He throws in a bunch of squishy pillows too, then heads over to grab a presenting form from the selection of different mounting pillows. He chooses one in a forgiving foam material. It has detachable cuffs in front, which after a moment’s hesitation he decides to bring along, just in case. He grabs a soft microfiber cover for the form so that it’ll feel warm and comforting against Bucky’s body. Steve doesn’t want to leave a single hard fucking edge in the entire heat suite, if he can help it.

He does spare the sex toys a glance, but it feels wrong to select anything now. If Bucky needs it later Steve can talk to him about it, have one of the nurses req whatever items Bucky wants.

He moves fast, anxious to get back to the suite and make sure that he's right there by Bucky's side when he wakes. He stops at the pharmacy and swipes his ID badge against the dispensary that stores samples of all the heat technicians’ scents. He scans his fingerprint when it prompts him, then types into the keypad that he wants to withdraw two vials. The machine whirs and delivers the manufactured amounts of Steve’s own pheromones. Steve swipes them up out of the slot without any patience and starts shoving the cart back towards the elevators.

Sharon raises her eyebrows at the heaping amount of supplies that Steve rolls in with. “O-kay,” she says, and heads for the door. “I’ll fill Hope in. Banner’s on his way. He said maybe twenty minutes. Sam’ll be on morning shift and I left him a message that he should come by.”

“Good.”

“Steve?” She turns and looks back at him once she’s out in the hall. “This is also part of your job. Don’t beat yourself up too hard, kay?”

It’s on the nicer end of the spectrum of things Sharon would say, and Steve forces his face into a grateful sort of wince. “Thanks, Share.” He shuts the door behind her and flicks the switch on the wall that locks the door and lights up the red occupied light outside of the suite. He presses the intercom button. “Check.”

“Check,” Sharon confirms from her side. “I requisitioned you guys’ meals for the next seventy-two hours. Banner will call in once he’s here. … Hope’s paging me. Good luck.”

“Bye.” Steve releases the button and turns back around. He looks at Bucky, who’s still unconscious on the hospital bed. Steve walks over and chews his lip, regretful that they’d had to use a sedative. He knows the boy probably won’t be appreciative of that when he wakes.

Steve is aware that he’s got dried blood on him. He can feel it, tacky and starting to crust, pulling uncomfortably whenever he turns his head. He grabs the first aid kit from the room’s small supply cabinet and takes it into the bathroom. The mirror over the sink shows it all, and Steve winces at the mess. It looks worse than it is, probably.

He wets a gauze with antiseptic and bites the bullet and slaps it onto the spot where the skin is broken. He clenches his teeth and hisses at the sting, cursing quietly. A few, careful wipes and it’s mostly cleaned off and he’s able to see the individual teeth marks. Steve’s lips quirk despite himself. Kid had gotten him good.

It’s close to his glands, and Steve wonders if Bucky was consciously aiming for it. Probably not. Steve knows the boy was probably raised to try to force himself into sexually desiring omegas and betas only, probably females, and never alphas. Guiltily, Steve feels a little bit of a thrill at the idea of getting to be Bucky’s first sexual encounter with an alpha. He’ll be the first partner Bucky’s ever had to help satisfy his needs in a natural way.

He doesn’t count the people who assaulted Bucky. Even if they were alpha (and he has reasons to believe they were), they don’t count. They’re dirt, less than nothing to Steve. He’s going to make sure he wipes them out of existence from Bucky’s mind. He’ll make them less than nothing for the omega too, given enough time to take care of him the way he deserves.

Sighing, he gives his bloodied neck a few more careful wipes. It’s not bleeding anymore and he doesn't bandage it. He needs to leave that part of himself open and available to Bucky. If it’s something the omega wants, then Steve isn’t going to keep it from him. Steve’s been bonded a few times over the years, usually in sessions with his neediest patients. Detoxing off the high when he discharges them from care is never fun, but he knows how to get himself through it. If Bucky wants that connection with him, he’ll be more than happy to allow it.

Steve just wants to make him feel safe and good.

He puts the first aid kit away and starts making up the bed. He puts sheets on it, then roughly dumps all the blankets out into a kind of spread out pile. Still open for rearrangement, though. He doesn’t know if Bucky will want to nest it himself when he comes to. He lays all the various pillows out around the perimeter of the mattress. The mounting pillow gets set up by the head of the bed, out of the way. Steve doesn’t want to do anything that Bucky might interpret as demanding or coercive. Not right off the bat, at least. This is all going to go according to what Bucky wants and needs, not Steve.

Sharon buzzes through the intercom, announcing that she’s leaving bath towels outside the door. Steve retrieves them and sticks them in the bathroom for later. He checks the fridge, which is indeed stocked with water bottles, high-sugar fruit juice and cups of peaches packed in syrup, little portions of cheese and two ounce packets of almond butter—all good things for an omega to nibble on through a cycle. He pulls out the almond butters and sets them on the counter to warm up. He roots through the supply cabinet until he finds a box of the little spray caps that fit to the pheromone vials. He opens one, pops the cap on, then goes about spritzing it on various places on the bed. He doesn’t go too nuts, not wanting to overwhelm the omega when he—

“Steve?”

Steve whips around so fast, he almost trips over his own clogs. He sees Bucky, pushing up to sitting in the hospital bed and looking confused. “What happen’d?” he asks groggily, rubbing his face.

Steve sticks the vials in the fridge and hurries over to Bucky’s side. “Hey,” he says soothingly. “You got a little frantic back there, buddy. The nurse gave you something to calm down so we could get this room ready for you.”

Bucky seems to become more aware of his surroundings, and that he’s no longer in his hospital room. He looks past Steve, all around the heat suite. Then his attention fixes on the large bed. Steve sees his nostrils flare and his pupils shrink to pinpoints. He begins to shake his head a little. “No,” he whispers. “Please. Steve, please don’t make me.” He whimpers and his hands fly to his stomach, a cramp clearly passing through him. “Oh man,” he whines, distressed.

Steve had expected this. He’d wanted to have Bucky on the larger bed by the time he woke up, all snuggled and safe in a cocoon of soft things. He reaches out and touches the bed instead of Bucky, fingers stroking the boxy weave of the hospital blanket that covers Bucky’s leg only inches away. “It’s going to be just fine,” he tells him. “We’re in a private suite. It’s like your own little hotel room, see? You’ve got everything you need right here.” He points out different things. “There’s snacks in the fridge and the tv’s got all the streaming apps you could want.” He smiles. “Hell, the bathtub has jets.”

Bucky’s eyes do flick over to the bathroom’s open door, if only for a moment. But he’s quickly back to whimpering and wrapping his arms around himself. “No,” he says, staring at his knees instead of Steve. “S’wrong.” He shakes his head and mumbles quiet words to himself: gross, pathetic, unnatural. Horrible, wrong words that break Steve’s heart.

Steve feels that familiar flash of anger zip through him at the reminder of how horribly Bucky’s been treated his whole life. But that’s not productive, so he squashes the anger down and instead tries to think calming, soothing alpha thoughts. He long ago learned in his training that when helping an omega through their heat, an alpha’s thoughts influence their physiology, and their physiology influences their actions. Everything Steve does in this room now has to be geared towards helping Bucky feel safe and taken care of. Everything.

“Hey,” he says, sitting down on the very edge of the bed. Bucky seems hyper aware of his proximity but he doesn’t tense up or try to move away at all, which is a good sign. Steve lets his hand drift closer over the blanket, towards Bucky’s knee. “When you met with the counselor, with Clint? Did you guys talk about it? About being male omegas, your cycles?”

Bucky’s face looks pained and he still won’t look at Steve, but he nods smally. “Yeah.”

“I’d bet money that Clint didn’t use any of those words you just said, when he talked about it. Do you think those things about Clint?” This, at least, seems to get through to the kid. He peeks up at Steve, and Steve gives him a gentle smile. “I’m friends with him, ya know. He’s a cool guy. I actually think you two would get along.”

Bucky shrugs, unwilling to engage. He’s pouting still and Steve wants so badly to pull him in against his body and surround him with the pressure and reassurance of a hug, but he knows he has to do this on Bucky’s timetable. The omega is calmed out of the frenzy he was having when Sharon sedated him, but a cc of Midazolam up the nose tends to do that.

“I’m alpha,” Steve says gently. “So of course I can’t know what it’s like to go through a heat, not personally. But I’ve helped a lot of people through theirs. They’ve told me all kinds of things. Some sort of dislike it. Most enjoy it to some extent. But nobody has ever told me it’s wrong or unnatural.”

It’s a lie. Steve has had one or two other patients who felt the way that Bucky feels, dysphoric patients who were traumatized by abusers in similar ways, but Steve also knows that that’s not what Bucky needs to hear right now.

“Hey,” he says, finally sliding his hand far enough over the blanket that his fingertips brush Bucky’s lax ones on the bed. Bucky’s eyes fly up to him. “I know you can’t just change your viewpoint overnight. I get it. But it’s important that you understand that nobody else shares those negative thoughts about your body or about heats. I’m certainly not thinking them.” He tilts his head forward and asks, “What did Clint say about it, when you guys talked?”

Bucky is reluctant to tell him, but eventually he murmurs, “He said it’s intense, but it’s just our bodies’ way of feeling good. … He said it’s better when you’ve got somebody with you to help.” His cheeks are getting flushed, probably a combination of embarrassment and the effects of his heat. “He said he’s married to his husband and they love each other. That makes him like his heats.”

Steve nods. “Yeah, Phil. He’s a sweet guy. He’s actually one of the hospital administrators. We all go out for drinks together sometimes.” He’s trying to normalize everything, trying to make Bucky see that being omega and having heats is just another part of life that people go through, either on their own or through someone they know. “I have to say, I’ve always been a little bit jealous of the week of heat leave you guys get every month. It seems pretty awesome.”

Bucky looks at him like the words ‘heat’ and ‘awesome’ being used together don’t compute. His face flushes darker, and this time it’s almost certainly from embarrassment. “It’s gross,” he mumbles, looking away from Steve with a little scowl. He pulls his hand away from Steve’s on the bed and tucks his legs up under the blanket, hugging his arms around them. “Being like that, needing sex and having no control over yourself,” he says, spitting the words out like they’re bad, contemptable things. “Like an animal. S’pathetic.”

Steve sighs. Bucky’s got a long road of therapy ahead of him, that much is obvious. “It’s okay for you to think that, Honey, but you gotta know I’m gonna keep telling you how wrong you are.” Bucky looks back up at him at his assertive tone, and Steve nods. “I’m alpha, so I think omegas are lovely. And I’ve always thought it’s amazing what your bodies can do. It’s primal, sure. It’s powerful. Beautiful.”

Bucky pfts air between his teeth, disagreeing.

Steve lets his hand cover one of Bucky’s where he’s gripping his knees. “Especially to somebody like me. Seeing an omega in heat is a beautiful, natural thing. And every time I get to be with someone, when they let me help them feel good, it’s just the best thing.” There’s reverence in his voice instead of lust, and he can see the emotions passing over Bucky’s face as he takes that in. The disbelief starts to morph into a sort of cautious acceptance. Or at least that’s what Steve hopes it is. “I’m sorry you had people telling you otherwise for so long,” he says. He dares to curl his fingers over Bucky’s hand, and something loosens in his chest as the omega lets him. “Now you’re in the real world, though. Now you get to see how much everybody thinks you’re normal. Just another part of life. A great part of it, in fact.” He gives Bucky’s hand a squeeze. “So, will you let me spend your heat with you, Omega?”

Bucky’s irises flare and his lips part. Steve would be willing to bet the kid has never been called ‘omega’ with anything other than vitriol. And now Steve has said it like a title of honor. Bucky swallows thickly. “... Okay,” he says, voice barely there. Afraid maybe, but trusting. He’s trusting Steve, and that makes something golden and warm flare deep in Steve’s chest. “If it’s you,” Bucky adds meekly. “Only you.”

Steve smiles sadly. He’s not sure if Bucky fully remembers everything that’d happened in his hospital room earlier. “Yeah, Honey,” he reassures him. “I’m gonna stay with you the whole time. Just you and me.” He squeezes their fingers together. “It’s gonna be nice. I promise.”

Bucky blushes and squirms and won’t meet his eyes again, but he’s clearly pleased. He turns to look back over at the large, low bed. “Can I …” he starts, hesitant. “Can I go over there?”

“Of course, Sweetheart. It’s yours.” Steve pats the back of his hand comfortingly and then pulls away, getting up to go over and root around the fridge and make himself seem unobtrusive. “Why don’t you nest around a little bit? Make the blankets how you like.”

Behind him, Bucky is silent. Then Steve hears him get off the hospital bed, followed by the soft rustle of him climbing onto the suite’s bed. “... I don’t know how to nest,” comes quietly from behind.

Oh god. Steve lets his eyes slip shut for the barest second, at that heartbreakingly vulnerable admission. Once again, he’s struck by the intense urge to squeeze Bucky up in his arms, tight and secure and possessive forever. Focus, Rogers. He inhales deeply and fixes his face back to a cheerful neutral. He turns. Bucky is sitting in the very middle of the bed, legs folded under himself, looking like a lost little duckling in a sea of blankets. “Sure you do,” Steve says encouragingly. “It’s whatever makes you feel good. Whatever feels right.” He gestures to the various blankets and pillows. “Just start moving ‘em around. You’ll find what works.” He watches hopefully as Bucky bites his lip and considers his advice. He tentatively reaches for one of the pillows and switches it with another, fluffing it. Steve’s chest warms. “That’s it,” he encourages. “See? You know what to do.”

Bucky’s cheeks get more flushed and he tucks his lips in at the praise. There’s more confidence to him as he starts to pick up different pillows and move them, stuffing the edges of blankets around in various places.

“Rogers,”

Steve whips around towards the door at the sound of the intercom. He glances back at Bucky, who has tensed up at the interruption. “Keep working on it,” he urges kindly. “I have to step out for a second and talk with your new attending. I’ll be right back to see what you’ve done.” Bucky whines low in his throat, displeased at hearing that his heat partner is leaving him. But he obeys and goes back to arranging the blankets, and Steve is so proud of him. “Good boy,” he praises, then goes to step out into the hallway.

“Doctor,” he says respectfully once he’s out in the hallway with Banner. “Thanks for coming in. I’m sorry about this.”

Bruce smiles benevolently, if somewhat sleepily. “Happy to help. I gave his chart a look and read through your notes. It sounds like you made the right call to switch to his support.”

Steve shifts uncomfortably. “Yeah.” He knows that Banner could very well scold him over his mistakes, but instead he’s just letting it be. It’s a relief. “He just woke up from the sedatives a few minutes ago. I’m talking him through some nesting now, getting him settled in.”

Banner nods and brings his clipboard up to look at it as they talk. He scans Bucky’s chart, flipping between the pages. “Acute symptoms started about forty minutes ago?”

“Yeah.”

“What symptoms did you observe?”

Steve feels his neck get hot, and he brings a hand up to rub at it. “Um, well he slicked all over my pants.”

Bruce’s gaze falls assessingly to the large wet patch on Steve’s right thigh. He nods and writes on the clipboard. “Anything else?”

“Aggression, impulsive sexual touching, scenting, verbal regression, posturing,”

“The whole nine yards,” Bruce murmurs, nodding and finishing up with his writing. He looks back up at Steve. “Nothing to cause concern though?”

Steve shakes his head. “No. He rated his pain for me earlier. Just seems to be experiencing a typical level of cramping.”

“That’s good. Given the state of his infection days ago, I’dve been worried of something more severe.”

“That’s really cleared up,” Steve says. “A lot of the inflammation we saw there was actually his body rejecting the hormonal implants. Once we removed his suppressant and IUD, things really calmed down.”

Bruce nods, still flipping through the pages. “Okay. Still make sure to palpate his stomach. And conduct an internal before things get too wild in there.”

Steve fights back a wince. “Doc, he’s a very recent rape victim. I don’t think he’ll tolerate the speculum.”

“Then don’t use one,” Bruce says plainly. “If he can’t accept your fingers and you need a script written for benzos, we can do that.”

Steve tenses at the reminder that he’s no longer Bucky’s attending. He’s not the one who gets to make the decisions for Bucky’s care anymore. “Okay,” he agrees, anxious to get back into the suite and back to Bucky. “Not yet. But I’ll let you know.”

Bruce agrees and they part ways, and when Steve has locked himself back into the room, he turns and is met with the sight of Bucky working away at what’s quickly becoming a textbook nest. Steve beams. “Hey! look at you.”

Bucky spares him a glance, but then he huffs and he’s back to working away at getting the blankets just how he needs them. He’s like a cat: focused, satisfied and then frustrated and then satisfied again as he tries to get everything just right. It’s adorable. “They smell like you,” he mumbles, not looking up from where he’s working away. He means the blankets.

“Oh. Yeah. Yeah I scented them. Is that okay?” Steve waits for Bucky’s approval. When he gets a quick, silent nod, he’s satisfied. “This looks real good, omega” he approves, watching Bucky nitpick the final little details of the nest. Steve doesn’t miss how the mounting pillow hasn’t been moved from its spot at the far end of the bed. He bites his lip, thrilled that Bucky hasn’t rejected it. He could’ve tossed it from the nest entirely, but instead he’s kept it. Steve’s under no illusions that the kid doesn’t recognize the item for exactly what it is. When Bucky stops nesting and starts squirming, Steve holds his breath and asks, “Omega?” He waits for Bucky to look him in the eyes. “Can I come into your den with you?”

Bucky’s eyes go a little fuzzy at the request, dazed and pleased at being pursued by an alpha when he’s ripe like this. “Alpha,” he says plaintively, in lieu of an answer.

Steve hums and steps forward. “So good,” he praises. “Bucky, can I take my clothes off?”

“I …” Bucky’s eyes flick over him nervously. They land on the wet patch on his scrub pants and hold there. “Oh,” he breathes, face going slack.

“Yeah,” Steve touches the spot where Bucky had slicked all over him. “You remember that?” he asks. “Rubbing your bottom on me?” Bucky emits a high keening sound, distressed, but Steve shushes him and tuts. “No, baby. It was so amazing. You made me really happy when you did that.”

Bucky’s eyes flick up nervously. He looks like he can’t believe it. “I did?” he asks.

“Of course. It’s what your body’s supposed to do. It means you're healthy and aroused. That’s completely normal.” Bucky frowns a little, clearly still having intrusive thoughts about his nature. He whines and shakes his head, displeased, and Steve hurries to take a step closer to the low mattress. “Hey. Look at me, Honey. Please?”

Bucky squirms in place, rocking his hips in little unconscious movements. He looks up at him, and there’s awareness in his eyes. Awareness and fear. Steve can see how Bucky is perfectly aware of how differently he’s acting now, because of his heat. And it’s scaring him. “Steve,” he says, voice trembling. “Please. … I don’t think I can do this.”

“I’m right here, Buck. It’s okay. This is safe, remember?”

His lips tremble and a single tear falls down his cheek. “What’re you gonna do?”

Steve tries to give him the most reassuring look he knows how. “I’m gonna undress,” he says gently. “That doesn’t mean I’m going to have sex with you. We’re just gonna have some skin contact to start. Is that okay?” He waits for Bucky’s unsure nod before he pulls his scrub top over his head and tosses it aside. He’s wearing a white tee shirt underneath and he quickly removes that as well. Then Bucky’s inhale sounds, sharp and audible, his lips parting as he sees Steve’s body bared to him for the first time. Steve hums, pleased at the reaction, and pushes his chest out. He lets Bucky look his fill. The way the omega is sitting there, breathing open-mouthed and rocking faintly in place as his need builds, makes Steve’s balls feel heavy and full. He toes off his clogs and socks, then hooks his thumbs in the elastic waistband of his scrub pants. “You can undress too, if it’s what feels good,” he tells him. “I only want you to do what feels good for you.” Bucky just sits there and stares as Steve's scrub pants fall and his cock is revealed, half hard and obvious underneath his briefs. He rubs himself once from over the fabric, watching how Bucky's eyes track the movement. "Gonna take these off," he warns, not wanting anything he does to feel like a surprise to the omega. When he straightens back up from taking off his briefs, his cock hangs thickly between his legs.

And Bucky's eyes are riveted. “Oh,” he breathes quietly, all modesty and shame momentarily forgotten as he stares at Steve’s alpha body. “Steve,” he whispers.

Steve smiles, feeling incredibly tender towards the young omega. Bucky won’t be the first virgin he’s ever supported, but he might be the most vulnerable. Steve puts one knee up on the mattress, carefully cataloging Bucky’s reactions with every move he makes. He lowers his hands down into the mess of blankets, brings his other knee up, crawls forward slowly. “I’m coming into your nest with you, omega,” he says softly. “Your den. Where you decide what happens, right?”

“... right,” Bucky breathes, distracted.

Steve’s lips curl. “Can you undress for me now?” Bucky makes a small, hurt sound in his throat, but he listens and pulls off his hospital gown. Steve’s dick jumps against his thigh as he finally gets to see the boy’s naked body. “Oh, Sweetheart.”

Steve saw him that night in the ER, of course, but he’d been bloodied and bruised, wracked with seizures and burning up from infection. Steve hadn’t been able to look at him as anything other than an emergency that night. Bucky had been a body, broken and hurt and needing to be repaired, and Steve had done his job. Now, it’s amazing how much of a difference there is. Bucky is clean and healed and Steve can really look at him.

He has a natural tan to his skin. He's toned, with long, lithe limbs and muscles that are still partially hidden by a layer of baby fat. His chest and arms are strong, especially for an omega, but his hips round out nicely like they should, and his thighs are thick and welcoming. His belly is slightly distended, swollen from his heat. Everything about him makes Steve’s mouth water and his pulse thrum hard in his veins, pleased.

Bucky’s body is that of a fully-matured omega male, already having prepared itself for pregnancy and childbirth despite the years he was forced to take suppressants. Steve breathes a sigh of relief to see it. “Bucky,” he says honestly, wanting him to hear the arousal in his voice this time. “You’re so beautiful. Look at you.” He reaches out as if he’ll touch, but he doesn’t. “You’re perfect.”

Bucky flushes deeply at the praise and at being so closely scrutinized. There’s still a tension in him that’s unnatural, a wariness that serves to remind Steve that the omega was violated barely more than a week ago. Steve knees up closer to him and mirrors his position, sitting back on his heels, maintaining that small distance that reminds Bucky that this is his choice. He reaches out and puts a hand on Bucky’s hip, sliding it up his side.

Bucky flinches, and then he keens in distress when he sees the hurt that flashes on Steve’s face. “I’m sorry,” he says, looking ashamed. “Alpha,”

“Hey, no.” Steve tuts and curls his fingers in at the soft give of Bucky’s waist. “No, baby. Don’t apologize for this. You got hurt, and it’s scary. You don’t have to hide any of that from me. I want to know how you’re really feeling.” He reaches with his other hand and cups Bucky’s neck. He feels around and pushes in when he finds the glands there, hot and tight and swollen beneath the skin. The scent of fresh slick hits the air when he pinches down on it, and Bucky whines loudly. “Shhh sh sh,” Steve hushes. “It’s okay. It’s okay.”

Bucky whimpers and trembles, but calms down quickly with Steve’s hand massaging at his glands so pointedly. His eyes slip shut for the briefest of seconds, showing his trust in Steve, and something very close to a moan leaves his lips. It’s quiet, barely there, but Steve hears it. “Steve,” he murmurs, eyes still closed. “Oh …”

“What do you want to do, Honey?” Steve asks. “You want to get on your back? Why don’t you do that and feel those soft blankets against your body, huh?” He encourages Bucky to lie back and is incredibly relieved when the omega goes without a fuss. “Good boy,” he coos. “That’s just right. Yeah, isn’t that nice? Did such a good job on making this nest, Omega,” he praises. He sits back and crosses his legs and gives Bucky a moment to settle in. “There you go. Mmhm. Bet that feels real good on your skin, doesn’t it? Don’t worry now. I’m not going to touch you for a little bit. Just want you to get comfy in your nest. You gonna do that for me, Sweetheart?”

Bucky nods, scent calming more and more as he realizes that Steve isn’t lying, that he’s really not going to fall on top of him and force anything on him. His eyes open and flick over Steve’s face uncertainly. “What do I have to do?” he asks, emotionally vulnerable now but still with a degree of lucidity in his voice. It lets Steve know that he’s still dealing with his patient: a trauma victim. Bucky isn’t lost to his heat just yet.

Steve starts up a low, comforting rumble in his chest and keeps his hands on the tops of his own thighs. “Nothing you don’t want to,” he reassures him. “We’re here for you, Bucky. To make you feel good, and safe, and pleasured. I’m not going to do anything to you if it doesn’t make you feel all of those things, okay?”

Bucky almost looks like he’s going to cry at hearing Steve’s kind promises. He looks like a child who’s afraid to trust, who’s had promises that they’ve believed in yanked away before, many times. “Are you sure?” he asks, fearful.

Steve smiles sadly and grips his own thighs to keep himself from reaching out. “So sure,” he says. “Let’s just sit here together for a minute, okay?” He looks up at the ceiling and speaks to the StarkPhone assistant, “Hey Jarvis: play ‘sexual healing’ playlist.”

“Playing ‘sexual healing’ playlist.”

Steve looks back down to Bucky just in time to catch him wincing at the stupid name of the playlist. They share a chuckle over it, and then the music that Steve uses for people like Bucky starts to fill the room. There’s not actually any Marvin Gaye on it. Far from that, the instrumental music is somewhere between ethereal and sensual. It’s enticing, soothing, and Steve has always found it to be a good fit for patients who need help relaxing into their heats. “How’s that?” he asks Bucky, smiling down at him.

“Nice,” he says, inhaling slowly and letting his eyes slip closed as he relaxes, and exhales.

Something deep in Steve’s chest unspools at that huge sign of trust. This is good. This is going really well. “Okay,” he murmurs. More quietly than last time, he says, “Jarvis: dim lights to thirty percent, soft orange glow. Adjust room temperature to patient’s basal body temp, minus twenty degrees.”

This time Jarvis follows the commands without replying. The room becomes warm and glowing and comforting, like the inside of a womb. Steve sits still and allows Bucky to take time to relax fully. The omega’s scent is improving, softening and ripening into a healthy tone. Steve’s body responds to it, but he ignores his own reactions and watches Bucky intently. In the low light, his body gleams beautifully. The faint sheen of perspiration that coats his skin makes him look delectable. Steve wants to taste him so badly.

“I’m gonna get something,” he says quietly, not wanting to disturb Bucky from how he’s relaxing. “Not going anywhere, just a second.” Bucky makes a vague noise of assent, eyes staying closed. It makes Steve smile fondly.

He goes to the supply cabinet and gets a bottle of unscented oil. There’s a pin valve on the bottom of the container that he locks onto one of the pheromone vials. He squeezes in some of his pheromones then pops the vial back off, giving the oil bottle a good shake to properly emulsify everything. Having Steve’s alpha scent rubbed all over his skin will help relax Bucky, and it’ll help calm some of his body’s inflammatory heat reactions down.

Steve climbs back into the nest and sits next to Bucky’s prone body. He lets his eyes rake over the rise and fall of his chest and the smooth planes of his belly. He stares at what’s visible lower down; a small thatch of dark pubic hair just above his penis, everything else naturally bare and smooth. Steve can’t see his actual sex from here, but he can see the shine of slick that’s leaked out of it, smeared onto his inner thighs and gleaming in the room’s low light. It’s enticing to say the least.

Steve knows he’s not supposed to judge his patients’ bodies, but there’s no denying that Bucky is ideally attractive, right down to what’s between his legs. His little cocklet is short and soft. It’s fattened up thick but not erect. That’s to be expected. It’s rare that Steve sees a male omega who is able to get fully hard. Their bodies don’t produce the right hormones for it, especially during their heats. Bucky’s uncircumcised, the head of his little dick fat and flush beneath the foreskin. Steve knew all of this already, but somehow it all still feels novel. He’s looking at him differently now. Not as a doctor but as his alpha support, as someone who���s going to make love to his body, if Bucky wants it.

When he looks back up to his face, Bucky’s eyes are open and he’s watching him with an inscrutable expression. “Are you okay?” Steve asks.

Bucky nods silently. “I …” his eyes flash down to his dick and then away. “Um…” He squirms and presses his thighs together, ashamed. “It’s not, um, I’m not …”

“No,” Steve says firmly. “Bucky, no. You’re so perfect, Honey. You literally look like the classical sculptures of male omegas.” Bucky seems to be slightly reassured by this, which Steve knows is a minor miracle. He can imagine the sorts of things Bucky’s been insulted with over the years, all the ways his so-called family has told him his omega body is wrong. “Can I touch you a little, Sweetheart? Are you gonna let me touch this gorgeous body?”

Bucky shivers, eyes wide. He seems stunned that Steve likes the way he looks. “Okay,” he whispers.

“Good boy,” Steve praises. He squeezes out some of the oil and rubs it between his hands. It’s a dry massage oil, designed for omegas who’re in heat, their skin overly sensitive to stimulation. Steve reaches out slowly, telegraphing his intentions. He lets his hand sink down to rest on the top of Bucky’s thigh. He feels the omega shiver from the touch. He squeezes, digging slow and deep into the muscle, then releases the pressure and rubs firmly up and down, over and over. “Is this okay?” he asks. “Me massaging you?” It’s one of the most common techniques he uses for trauma victims, and Bucky seems to be responding to it favorably, if the lazy, pleasured look on his face is anything to go by. “Mm? Good?”

Bucky nods, staring at him through heavy lidded eyes. “Yeah,” he croaks. “It’s nice.” Between his legs, his little cocklet is just barely peeking out, a thin bead of moisture pearling at the slit . Steve notices with a slight smile, but of course he says nothing.

He brings up his other hand to deepen the massage. “That’s good,” he praises. “That’s what we want.” He keeps up the massage, doing one thigh and then the other, then moving down to his shins. Bucky makes a painfully erotic sound once Steve has pulled his foot into his lap and is digging fingers into his arch. Steve hums, continuing on.

Eventually Bucky seems calm enough that Steve sets his feet aside and encourages him to spread his legs so that Steve can move to sit between them. Bucky seems to know what’s coming, keeping his eyes pointedly closed as Steve eases his hands back up his legs, over his knees, and then up to the tension in his inner thighs. “Shh,” Steve soothes, rubbing back and forth. “Relax, honey. I’m just gonna examine you. Eyes and hands only, I promise. Take deep breaths.”

Bucky tries to listen, it’s obvious. But his breath still hitches when Steve brings both hands to his lower stomach and begins palpating the area. He peeks down at Steve, “What’re you doing?”

“Just checking,” Steve murmurs, focused on what he’s feeling underneath his fingers. “It’s normal for your uterus to swell during heat, but I don’t want to feel any hard spots.” He hears Bucky grunt in embarrassment, probably at being reminded of his own anatomy. “Shh, you’re okay. Everything seems fine.”

“... Steve?” Steve looks up and sees Bucky’s pinched expression. “Um, remember when you said I might not be able to have children?”

His heart squeezes at the obvious vulnerability in Bucky’s voice, how brave he’s being by asking. “We were worried about that, before,” Steve admits. “But your body’s been responding well to the treatment.” He notches his thumbs in at Bucky’s hipbones and strokes him softly there. “We still have to get your cycles regulated, but I don’t see any reason why you shouldn’t be able to carry a pregnancy just fine one day.”

Bucky’s cheeks flush and he looks a little overwhelmed at the words. “... one day,” he repeats meekly, and Steve smiles gently at him.

“Yeah Honey, one day. Not today. Not until you’re ready.” This seems to ease Bucky's fears, and his scent sweetens into something even richer than before. He smells like he feels safe, and that makes Steve preen in satisfaction. He’s making his omega feel safe. He rumbles low in his chest and watches how Bucky reacts to the sound. He slides his hands down to Bucky’s knees and encourages him to bed his legs up. “Can I see the rest of you?” he asks.

Bucky trembles and tenses, but he nods, shifting the tilt of his hips as he draws his knees up for him.

“Good boy,” Steve praises, knowing how hard it must be for Bucky to reveal this part of himself to anyone, let alone Steve. “That’s so good, Bucky. Thank you.” He strokes Bucky’s calves, soothing him. “Close your eyes if you need to. I want you relaxed for this.”

Bucky whimpers but he does let his eyes slip closed. He’s trying. He’s being so brave and strong and it melts Steve’s heart. Steve takes a moment to get some more of the massage oil on his hands. He leans over Bucky and smears the oil on either side of his neck, right over the glands, giving him his scent. He puts some just below his nostrils as well and Bucky moans softly. Steve sits back. He looks down.

Bucky is pink and healthy looking, swollen from the heat and soaked with a healthy amount of slick. Steve pushes gently on his shins to get him to bend his legs more. This tilts his pelvis up and exposes him to Steve’s view.

Bucky looks like any young male omega should. He lacks a clitoris because his body developed that part of his anatomy into a penis when he was in utero. His sex is fairly similar to a female's, with pronounced outer lips where he would’ve formed his testicles, if he hadn’t developed ovaries instead. Steve’s breath catches a little when he sees the boy's muscles clench, a thick gush of slick seeping out of his cunt. Jesus wept. Bucky whimpers and squirms, but Steve hushes him, telling him that he’s good, he’s fine, his body’s doing what it’s supposed to. “I’m going to touch you, okay?” he says softly, giving Bucky the chance to refuse. “I’m going to put my fingers inside to feel you.”

While it’s clear that this is very upsetting and hard for Bucky, he still seeks comfort in Steve, trying to be good for him. “Alpha,” he breathes, eyes clenched shut and face screwed up. He reaches down, searching for Steve’s hand.

Steve gives him his left one and squeezes their fingers together. “Right here, Honey. It’s just you and me, in private, taking care of each other. Nothing bad, right?”

Bucky nods tightly. “Y-yeah. Right.”

Steve smiles up at him, pained but so, so proud of how well he’s doing. “C’mere,” he coaxes, scooting up in the sheets and pulling on Bucky until he has the boy’s hips up in his lap. “There you go. That’s so good, Omega. You know just what to do. So smart.” Bucky responds to the nonsensical praise, his whines losing some of their stress and instead becoming more seeking, questioning things. Steve makes it his mission to soothe those sounds with his own. “I’m going to touch you now, Buck. Two fingers. It shouldn’t hurt, but if it feels uncomfortable at all, you tell me right away and I’ll stop.” He waits for Bucky’s nod before continuing, then traces the edges of his folds, gathering slick on his fingertips. Everything externally looks good, and the little Steve can see of his delicate entrance looks normal, if a bit heat swollen. The remains of his recently-torn hymen are still there, healed but jagged edges of soft tissue that evil, vile rapists created. Steve grits his teeth and forces his thoughts away from that, not wanting to think about what they took from Bucky, not wanting Bucky to become upset from an unpleasant shift in his scent.

Any physical trauma to the vaginal tissues will have healed in an omega his age by now, Steve knows, but that’s just the physical. Physical wounds always heal the fastest, and hurt the least. There are other, deeper hurts that Steve needs to help him with.

“Okay,” he whispers, setting his fingers to Bucky’s entrance. “A little pressure, no pain. Remember what you do if there’s pain?”

Bucky’s face pinches where he’s lying with his eyes firmly closed. “Tell you,” he murmurs, and Steve praises him with a deep rumble of approval.

“That’s right. Good boy. Okay now, deep breath.” He waits for Bucky’s chest to rise in an inhale before he applies pressure, and slips into his body.

Bucky’s lips part and he gasps, but it’s just reflex. He lets his breath out and sighs, making a little sound in his throat like he’s surprised that it actually didn’t hurt. “Oh,” he says.

Steve hums, pleased. “Nothing bad,” he repeats. He crooks his fingers, feeling with purpose along the omega’s walls. It’s tight inside, incredibly hot and tight like a virgin omega’s cunt should be. Steve keeps his arousal to himself as best he can, though he knows his scent will give some of it away. At least Bucky is keeping his eyes closed to relax, so Steve doesn’t have to worry about the boy seeing the undoubtedly devastated expressions of arousal that flash across his own face.

He’s alpha, and even though he’s undergone extensive training, there’s no helping certain things. Steve’s cock is hard and it’s not going down any time soon. He swallows thickly, focusing on the exam he needs to be conducting. Carefully, watching Bucky’s body and face for any flinches, he strokes and feels along his internal walls. Nothing abnormal stands out to him, though when he uses a different technique to feel closer to the entrance, he does notice the enlarged slick glands that he’d known were there.

They’re much better than they’d been on that night in the ER, at least. No longer raging with infection, able to be touched without causing extreme pain. Steve feels and identifies the structures, impacted from years and years of illegal suppressant use. Carefully, he eases into using more pressure, rubbing firmly.

Bucky groans and presses his hips down. “Oh god,” he complains, brow scrunching a little. “What is that?”

“Pain?” Steve asks, but Bucky shakes his head.

“Sore. Oh. Like a bruise.”

Steve hums knowingly. “You have four glands here, two on either side. They’re how your body gets wet, but right now they’re probably impacted.” Bucky makes a hurt little sound in his throat and asks what that means. Steve explains it to him. “There was a lot of old infection in them and that all needs depressed now that your body’s producing slick again. I’m gonna massage them to try and get the bad stuff out, okay?”

Bucky’s chewing his lip, making it red and swollen and very tempting for Steve to just crawl back up his body and kiss the abused flesh. “... okay.”

Steve decides to do the anterior two first, as they feel harder. “Here we go,” he murmurs. “If it hurts more than slightly pressing on a bruise, tell me. Don’t ignore pain. I’ll stop if we need to.”

Bucky nods tightly, expression strained. But he whispers, “I trust you, Alpha,” and Steve’s heart swells two sizes bigger in his chest.

A few minutes of firm, focused touching on the glands is all it takes to have them releasing. Liquid gushes over the back of Steve’s hand as the pressure gives and Bucky moans in relief. The smell of old, stale infection hits the air, sour for a moment before it dissipates. Steve uses his free hand to rub soothingly over Bucky’s lower belly. “Shh, it’s okay. You’re okay.” Against the sheets, Bucky nods his head blearily. Steve turns his hand and finds the posterior glands, and works those until they release as well. The amount of slick is incredible, and Steve knows that it must feel so much better for the omega now that all that poison is out of him. There’s immediately more room inside his channel, the glands back to being soft and spongy like they should be. Steve gives them a few more gentle strokes to be sure that all that backed up slick is out. “Good,” he rumbles low in his chest, proud of how well Bucky handled that. “That’s just lovely, Honey. Good job.”

Bucky peeks his eyes open, looking down to where Steve still has his fingers buried inside his body. His entire face is flushed and he’s breathing open-mouthed. “S-steve,” he slurs, searching Steve’s eyes out with his own. He’s a little wild, a little needy, and Steve responds, removing his fingers from the drenched clutch of his cunt and coming up to lay over his body instead. He puts his face close, giving Bucky eye contact and reassurance and an open invitation to scent him. “I’m here, Buck. I’m right here with you. What do you need?”

Bucky grunts with discomfort and hides himself against Steve’s neck, which of course Steve allows, turning his head to the side to give him better access to his glands. He cups Bucky’s head with his clean hand, encouraging him with deep, soothing sounds. “That’s good, that’s just right, Honey. Do what feels good. Whatever you need.”

Bucky keens, embarrassed but clearly loving the reassurance Steve’s giving him. He latches onto Steve, mouth on his glands and legs around his waist. He humps up against him and sucks needily on his glands. “Mmph, mm…”

Steve can’t help the guttural moan that escapes him at such contact. It feels so good. “Okay, Sweetheart, okay,” he pants, eyes squeezed shut as his dick throbs and blurts out precum against Bucky’s stomach. “Yeah, okay.” He loses control for a few seconds as his hips press down on Bucky’s soft body, but he reigns it in after a few thrusts.

Bucky complains with a noise, humping up for more as he mouths over Steve's neck. His teeth scrape and then catch, and then he bites down on Steve’s glands. Hard.

Steve grunts loudly at the flare of pain. The skin breaks and his scent wafts into the air, strong and different from before as Bucky’s saliva gets mixed into the wound. He hears Bucky’s muffled sound of enjoyment as his mouth fills with the taste, eagerly suckling for more. “... oh, fuck,” Steve moans. He digs his fingers in against Bucky’s shoulders and pants, trying to hold on, to stay calm.

He knew this might happen. Patients with needs as complex as Bucky’s are prone to biting. They naturally seek out the connection and pleasure of a bond, instincts overriding their minds as they seek the comfort they so desperately need. Bucky chirps happily at the burst of pheromones that he’s gotten, rubbing his face back and forth in the blood. “Alpha, Alpha,” he breathes, clinging onto him and humping up, getting his slick all over Steve.

Steve practices his breathing to try and stay calm. He pets Bucky’s shoulders and his hair, taking deep, grounding breaths. He’s careful not to pull away, not to deny Bucky access to any part of him. The pain from the bite is gone and the euphoria is setting in, making his skin tingle, his balls throb. He can feel his knot becoming erect. Bucky is rubbing his cunt along the length of his cock, and even with his training and his certifications and his long-practiced self control, even Steve has limits.

“Hang on, Honey. Hang on now,” he says, voice low with forced calm. He shifts on his arms over Bucky so that he can get a hand at the back of the omega’s neck. He squeezes. Bucky instantly goes limp, mouth releasing from Steve’s skin with a moan as he goes slack against the blankets. Steve pants for a moment, just calming himself down. “Okay,” he says, eyes closed. “Okay baby. Just ... just gimme a minute ..."

He's been bonded to seven people in his life. It never gets easier.

The euphoria is wonderful, all-consuming, an intense physical pleasure that’s different from pure sex and is very emotional—like doing narcotics and molly at the same time. It makes it very hard not to lose his control and simply fuck into the nearest available orifice. Which right now is Bucky’s soaking wet cunt. Grunting, he forces himself to pull back. He rolls off of Bucky and gets off the bed.

Bucky’s keening protest is near-instantaneous. “Alpha!”

Steve rumbles loudly to calm him down. “Stop. Omega. Be still.” Bucky whimpers but listens, and Steve sits down on the edge of the bed. He reaches out and grabs Bucky’s hand, giving him a comforting squeeze. “Talk to me,” he coaxes, waiting for Bucky to calm down enough to communicate. “How you doing, Sweetheart?”

Bucky looks pleadingly up at him, tears leaking out the corners of his eyes. “S-steve, I’m—I need…”

Steve’s heart clenches in sympathy. It’s not easy for an assault victim to say that they need to be fucked, especially when they have as much shame and dysphoria surrounding their gender as Bucky does. “Hey,” he says lowly, leaning over and sliding his hand up Bucky’s chest. “It’s okay to ask for what you need. What do you need, Baby? Tell me.” Bucky trembles and shakes his head, upset, so Steve cups the front of his throat and presses slightly, just enough to be dominating. “Tell me now, Omega,” he says, using his Voice to make it easier for him. “Tell Alpha what you need to feel right.”

Bucky moans and thrusts his hips up uselessly. He looks to Steve, relief in his eyes. “Alpha,” he croaks. “You, please. Want you.”

“Want me how?” Steve presses, not in his Voice but still domineering. He lets his fingers dig into Bucky’s glands, sees Bucky’s blood-stained lips part in a sigh of pleasure. “You have choices,” Steve says. He’s regained some of his control now, is more clear headed as he tells him, “We don’t have to have sex if it’s not what you want. You can use my hands, or my mouth. There are toys. I can have the hospital staff bring—”

“No!” Bucky whines loudly and squirms against the hold on his neck. Both of his hands fly up and grasp at Steve’s wrist. “No, no, Alpha, please. I need… I–I n-need it.”

Steve frowns, debating whether he should push and make him say it. After a moment of watching Bucky struggle and plead uselessly, he decides that no, he’s not going to force him to voice what it is he wants so badly. They both know what it is, and the last thing Steve wants is for Bucky to feel any sort of shame right now.

Only pleasure. That’s what he’d promised.

So, taking a deep breath, Steve gives himself over to his role a little more. He’s got Bucky’s consent, or as much of it he’s able to, given the state he’s in, and now he needs to be what Bucky needs him to be. He needs to be his Alpha. “Stay still,” he orders firmly, giving a little jostle to Bucky’s neck where he’s holding him. “I’m gonna get something. Don’t move until I come back.”

Bucky whines in complaint the entire time that it takes Steve to pad over to the fridge and back, but when Steve returns, he still hasn’t moved. Steve rumbles approval in his chest for Bucky to hear. “Good boy,” he praises, sitting down on the bed and helping Bucky to prop himself up, too. “Here. Drink.” He guides the water bottle to Bucky’s lips, helping him even when the omega brings his own hands up to hold it. Steve doesn’t trust the poor thing not to spill it all over himself. Steve gulps down what Bucky doesn’t finish, tossing the bottle off to the side somewhere. His eyes stay on Bucky, trailing up and down his naked body. “You’re so beautiful, Buck,” he murmurs, reaching up to trace the side of his cheek, his temple.

It’s true. Bucky’s whole body is flushed and tense. He’s sweaty, trembling with his need for touch and stimulation. When Steve cups the front of his throat again, the omega’s eyes slip shut and stay shut. He purrs. Steve rumbles in response and uses the moment that Bucky has his eyes closed, relaxed, to stare selfishly at his body.

His little cock is thickened, a perfect, fat little nub that’s almost thicker than it is long, chubbed up and leaking little droplets. But that’s nothing compared to the mess that’s coming from his cunt. He’s soaking wet down there, a combination of shiny clear slick coating his thighs and the sheets, and thicker arousal creaming right at his entrance.

Steve growls as he’s slammed with the hot urge to stick his face down there, tongue deep inside his cunt and swallow everything the omega has to give. He looks away for a second to get himself under control. When he looks back, Bucky’s eyes are fixed on him. “Omega,” Steve grits, forced control darkening his tone. “I want to try something. Something to make you feel good. But I need you to tell me if you want it.” He watches Bucky carefully, watches his mouth and his eyes, feels the thrum of his pulse underneath his hand. He scents the air to gauge his reaction as he says, “I want to put my mouth on you. I want to eat you out. I want to make you cum that way.”

Every sign that Bucky could possibly give him that he wants it, he does. He jerks in Steve’s hold and keens, hands grappling all over Steve’s hand at his throat, up his wrist and his forearm. “Yes!” he gasps, crying a little bit in shame. Steve scents the smokey tint of it in his scent, polluting what should be nothing but pleasure and acceptance. Bucky is ashamed that he wants an alpha to touch him this way. “Sweetheart,” Steve coos, thumbing away one of the tears. But he leaves it at that. More tears follow. Steve knows he can’t expect miracles today. Bucky can cry about it if he needs. He can squirm and flush and cry while Steve pleasures him with his mouth, so long as he comes.

That’s what therapy’s for.

Steve pushes him back to lie flat on the bed. He bends over and kisses him, keeping it shallow and gentle even when Bucky gets a little bit desperate and tries to get more. Steve tuts and pushes him back into the blankets. “Be still, ‘mega,” he commands gently. “Alpha’s gonna make it better, you’ll see.” He pulls some of the soft things in from the edges of the nest, rucking them up close around Bucky’s head and shoulders, making a tight little barrier where he can feel held, safe and snug. “Okay,” he says, satisfied by how Bucky goes a little lax in the cradle of the blankets. “Yeah, there we go.”

“Alpha,” Bucky says softly, looking lost. He’s completely dependent at this point, so incredibly vulnerable that it makes Steve's cock ache.

“Sweet boy,” he murmurs. “It’s gonna be okay. Alpha’s gonna make you feel good now, okay?” He waits for Bucky to give him a slow little nod. He pecks one more kiss to his bitten-red lips, then starts trailing down his body, one kiss at a time. He’s sorely tempted to waste some time sucking at the omega’s chest. His little pink nipples are so perky and flushed, and Steve just knows he could get his breast buds to swell up so beautifully if he only paid them some attention.

But Bucky hasn’t consented to that, and Steve hasn’t asked, and he has to be very careful of treating Bucky’s body in only the ways he gives consent for and can tolerate. Bucky’s been through so much pain and he’s been forced into things no omega should ever be forced into. His experience now has to be positive. It has to.

Steve sinks down between his legs and stares at his wet cunt. He’s pulsing with arousal, his entrance contracting rhythmically, pushing out more of that cream. Steve releases a guttural moan at the intense smell of it. “Fuck,” he breathes. There’s no amount of training that could help him resist this.

He covers Bucky’s cunt with his mouth, lapping across his slit. The taste of his arousal is sharp and amazing, made even more so by the fresh effects of the bite to Steve’s bonding gland. He groans against his mound and holds him down roughly at the hips when Bucky jerks wildly.

He’s crying out, sobbing wordlessly and thrashing up against Steve’s mouth. “A—Alpha!” he gasps, sounding like he’s protesting as much as he is begging. “Oh, oh, oh!”

Steve tongues into his hole furiously, over and over again, fucking him with the muscle. He can feel Bucky fluttering around him, his body trying so hard to clamp down onto something. Steve hears the growing displeasure and desperation in the boy’s keening cries, so he reaches to push his little cocklet down flat and starts thumbing rapidly back and forth under the head.

Bucky screams and starts to come.

As soon as Steve realizes what’s happening, he moves his mouth up and takes his cock in his mouth, replacing his tongue with fingers in Bucky’s cunt. It throbs and pulses around them, milking him, drawing out the orgasm. Bucky’s hips grind up against Steve’s face and hands, and Steve can only work him through it, listening to his desperate sobs and wishing he could be kissing his face, too, whispering encouragements into his mouth as he falls apart so sweetly.

“That’s it,” he says when he’s finally let Bucky’s cocklet slip from his mouth. He’s speaking against the swell of his belly, still rocking fingers inside him as the boy twitches through the waning pleasure of his climax. “That’s it, Omega. Take it, take it. Just feel it.”

Bucky’s sobbing quietly and shaking from his core as Steve finishes guiding him through it. “S-steeve,” he keens, upset and needing reassurance. He pulls at Steve’s shoulders, urging him back up his body. Steve goes obediently, eager to calm him down now.

“Shh sh sh,” he soothes, kissing all over his face and then down to his neck. He sucks his glands on one side, pinches with his fingers on the other. “Good, you’re so good Omega. That was perfect. Alpha’s so proud of you.”

The scent of Bucky’s shame is stronger now than it was before, but it eases up the longer Steve goes on, reassuring him with touches and words and chest-deep rumbles that he’s done exactly what he’s supposed to, that he was good to take his pleasure that way and that his Alpha is so, so happy with him now.

“So good,” he kisses into his skin, scraping his teeth over the swollen glands but restraining himself from anything more. “So good for me, Bucky.” He comes up to lie over him and look down at his face. He’s beet red and tear stained, and he’s never looked more beautiful to Steve. Steve smiles softly as they both calm down, and he thumbs at his wet cheeks. “Did that feel so good, Sweetheart?”

Bucky’s lips tremble and he nods and cries a little bit more. “Yeah.”

Steve coos. He kisses him, calming him down. When Bucky’s scent is almost free from that shame and embarrassment, he pulls back and smiles down at him. “Do you have any idea how perfect you are like this?” he asks softly. “Any idea how much I want you right now?”

Beneath his body, Bucky shudders. He looks wonderingly up at Steve and whispers, “No.”

Steve hums, then lets the sound develop into a mature rumble deep in his chest. He gets off of Bucky, pulling back and getting up on his knees, sitting back on his heels. He watches Bucky, keenly aware of how the omega’s attention drops right to the proud jut of his cock between his thighs.

Taking a deep breath and trying his very best to wipe any trace of an opinion out of his voice, Steve asks, “What do you want now, Omega?”

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IWTV S2 Ep4 Musings - Loumand

Assad was NOT. PLAYING.

Put those village feeders AWAY, sir~! 😍 You look ready to start lactating, omg! Assad NEVER misses a day at the gym!

What happened to y'all being so in sync, fellas?

Armand seems WAY more delusional here than Louis, for once. Which is telling--Armand had long been "failing" to hold onto his coven, and his authority.

Louis reading about Death while his daughter's arguing for her life, I can't.

And this little shrug when Armand punished Claudia, omfg, he is giving weak-willed-mother-who-lets-the-mean-stepfather-run-roughshod-over-her-kids-cuz-the-peen-is-too-good-and-he-pays-all-the-bills.

So we go from Lestat's "the Meat" and Claudia's "Kill Juice" to Armand's "Cattle."

NGL, I'd be pissed if I was the coven, too. How you gon' have this dude sit there not needing to follow the rules, while all of us are stuck wearing clown makeup and having our makers killed cuz of your dumb rules?!

I REALLY like this mutinous angle AMC's using, fleshing out the tension in the coven more, cuz it really makes sense.

I get that Louis would want to be around, but omfg cut the umbilcal already! I agree with the coven: like, WHY are you there exactly? Not even the worst helicopter moms are allowed to sit in class with their kids all day, so wtf? And I agree that Armand needs to draw MUCH thicker lines in the sand. Coven business is coven business--if Louis' not gonna even be allowed to speak up in Claudia's defense, then he shouldn't be there at all. ESPECIALLY if he's gonna flaunt how much he doesn't GAF about their rules--their CULTURE.

Aw crap, you got the homie Estelle mad, too?!

You done effed up, Louis--that's the smile of a psychopath. XD

Oh, he's keeping SOMETHING tight, he ain't lyin! 😜

👀

LOUIS! The ONE time you should've lied, omfg! 🤦 It's called making a UNITED FRONT, ffs!

Louis said Hot Girl Summer--literally.

🔥🕯️ FIRE GIFT LOUIS THIS IS NOT A DRILL. ️‍🕯️🔥

Louis said it only works when he's PISSED OFF, OH LAAAWWWWD!

This bit scared the crap out of me--at first I was like the coven's gonna jump y'all in your skivvies!? 😂 Then I was like wait--was that a crew member?! How did y'all not catch that in post!?

And then it all became clear.

*crosses self* HISSSSS.

CLEARLY it's not "great," when your man's man is throwing shade at your whole setup in Louis' head. 😬 Armand, you're barking up the wrong Rebound Tree, my guy.

The face that launched 1000 undead theatre kids into a blazing inferno. THE Louis of Troy, yaaaas~!

MESSY QUEEN.

🔥 FIRE GIFT LOUIS LFG. ️‍🔥

And this is likely why Louis believes what Armand said about him teaching Lestat the Mind Gift, cuz Armand taught Louis the Fire Gift.

Oh trust, we know you do, Armand. But how much does LOUIS know? 👀 ESPECIALLY when he doesn't go on hunts with y'all.

This can only end well.... 😬😈

AMC knows what they're doing--you knooooow that would've hurt Les to his core, if he knew Lou said ILY to Armand after only 1.5 years, when he (allegedly) never said it once to Lestat in 30. U_U Cuz you don't effing deserve it yet, Lestat! It's no skin off Lou's back to say that to Armand, cuz he's not REALLY giving up anything. He's not joining their stupid coven, and he's fine with them killing him. But Lou admitting that he loves Lestat means he'd have to take accountability for his COMPLICITY in everything that went wrong in his life, and that he chose Lestat over his entire family, his religion, his self respect, his sanity, ALL of it, for some heinous blonde Frenchman, lord have mercy. 😔 It's a hard pill to swallow.

And he's REALLY in the deep end now, if he expects his imaginary (boy)friend to start keeping promises. 🤦

[aloneatpeace]

𝙰𝙿𝙾𝙲𝙰𝙻𝚈𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙲 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙻𝙳

HIS MEMORIES OF

HER '6'

Past is written like this.

꒰ა ˚₊ ✧・┈・╴﹕꒰ ᐢ｡- ༝ -｡ᐢ ꒱﹕╴・┈・𐑺 ‧₊˚໒꒱

Namjoon gasps as he stands up on his feet his head felt heavy as he recollects what happened, he remembers when the creature appearing out of nowhere making his blood runs cold at the hideous thing and stung him, he remembers losing control of himself and trying to hurt hoseok his friend, making him knocking him out of pure fear.

His chest tightens at the thought of harming his friend, gathering himself his eyes scan his surroundings. It is not the glade the concerted walls and floor clean and neat the tinted glass windows allowed the blazing sunlight inside.

“Namjoon there you are!” a male voice asks making Namjoon turns to the source of voice.

A thin man with grey hair older than him very older than him with brown eyes and rat like face appeared Infront of him.

“Who are you?” he chest out eyes narrowing at older man Infront of him the ferocity doesn’t seems to bother the man as he continued to smile at him.

“Come on there is someone I want you to meet” the man held out a hand.

Namjoon frown at odd behavior of the man still suspicious and utterly confused of the whole ordeal, did they got out of maze where exactly is he, what really happened to him.

“Meet who?” before Namjoon can ask that someone else voiced the question seemingly someone behind him making him jump out the skin and turn to look at the person behind him.

His eyes widen when he meets with the replica of himself just child self-staring right back at him.

“Someone very important” the man continued.

The boy stare at the man before nodding and starts walking without waiting for the man.

The baffled Namjoon finally understands “it’s a memory” and follow his past young self.

When Namjoon catches up to them, he finds a women pale white skin and blonde hair pulled in neat bun and blue eyes observing his younger self as the little boy write down something on the paper.

The boy put down the peen after completing the task and press the stop watch pushing the paperawaytowards the adults to show.

The women grins at the work satisfied with the work “indeed you’re the intelligent one”

The boy uninterestedly leans back on the chair while the women and man exchange words slowly.

Namjoon makes his way towards his younger self still unable to comprehend what is happening. Crouching down next to the boy Namjoon feels as if he is looking at his soul as his gaze fixed on his past self.

The door opens “there she is” the women said with a genuine smile making both Namjoon to turns to the new comer.

“Namjoon, I want you meet…...”

“y/n!”  Namjoon also yells when he sees the young girl that possess the uncanny resemblance of you. the same hair the same alluring eyes, younger you stand Infront of him with a timid smile on your face at the attention of the adults finally you gaze falling on the boy who has his eyes on you as well.

Namjoon gulps as he watches his younger self walks towards the you with a such a confidence that made him proud of himself.

“Hi, I am Namjoo. Kim Namjoon, Kim is the last name you can call me Namjoon” the boy put his hand for you to shake and you shake it with a nervous smile.  

“Namjoon why don’t you introduce her to your friends” the man said

The boy nod without looking back and takes your hand in his “would you like to meet my friends’?” 

“Yes, I would like that” the younger you answer without sending the adults any farewell he walks towards the door as he pulling you with him you throw a wave at the women.

Namjoon lips stretched into a grin seemingly enjoying the memory who would have thought that jimin is right after all.

The memory shifts that of you grown up, the little girl who was shy under his gaze now stand wearing a white coat clicking away on the computer system.

“Everything good” Namjoon hears his voice asks making him turns towards see himself sitting down.

“Yeah” you lean back on your chair turning to him “how are the others?”

“they’re good, complaining how less they get to see you” Namjoon also mirrors your position.

You sit straight “I miss them too. About that ava is letting me stay here from now on” you exclaim smiling wide

Namjoon smiles wide eyes shining “finally” he stand up giving you his hands helping you stand up he hugs you tight.

His hands linger on your foam a little when move away he glance at you smiling face with adoration his eyes.

as if Namjoon can foresee what’s going to happen, he feels as if his past self and him molding together.

his heart beats he was so close to you almost touching your lips but stopped his eyes were staring at your lips taking a deep breath he is so tempted to kiss the lips that he carved for so many times since he started to understand why the man who towered over everyone both physically and intellectually get all giddy, nervous, clam everything whenever you’re near even the name of you from anyone making his heart beats fast and send him warmth of sun.

Few seconds pass when never move away from him he finally place his lips on yours tenderly pushing inner thought of devouring your lips and to feel the flush of your skin on his suppressed he softly pull your body close towards him. When you let your hands wrap around his shoulder sudden boldness spark through his touches.

Your lips felt soft, you were making want more and more, his hands find its way on your hips pulling your body towards him, the kiss was getting more passionate and Namjoon was starting get loss of his control.

With heaving chest, he slowly pulls away allowing the air finally enter his lungs. “You… you kissed me back”

You give him a soft smile lips widening making him lose his focus “I did”

“Does that mean I can have more kiss”

You playfully put a thinking face hands still on his shoulders pulling him closer “only if you admit you like me”

“I love you” he said without any hesitation making you stop laughing “I don’t know about you, but that kiss was everything that I ever wanted to prove what I felt for your not just some chemical messing with my brain. I thought the books lied how you would feel your heart race when you love someone I thought it was all bullshit but then you came and god you are vision a beautiful powerful vision, all I can think about when I get meet you how fast I can finish my task just so I could talk before you live, how my life seems to pointless whenever you are away or when you are with the other guys from your sector what if you fall in love with them and never come back to us, to me. God, you make head spin at same time you and your presence relax me. And if I let you slip through my hands without letting you know how much I love, want feel you, touch you…want to.” he bites his lips jaw clenching the hands your hips moving towards your waist.

You nervously look at him “well good thing that I like you too” he let out shy laugh you take his face your hands making him looking at you. “I feel like the luckiest girl in the world now, my life was dull before I was meeting before meeting you guys. I thought only had the luck to be friends with you, you’re so smart, kind and hardworking guy that I could only love you from afar because you deserve the best of the best Namjoon nothing less. all the nights I thought I would be never an option for you to wanted and pinned after like this I guess I’m lucky I guess”

Namjoon bashfully smiles at pulling you closer caressing your cheeks you lean into his touch making his insides melts.

“that’s mean kiss me again Namjoon” you state making Namjoon let up in realization.

Namjoon wraps his hands on your waist and pull you the floor making you gasp at his sudden action; you sometimes forget about his strength wrapping your leges arounds his waist Namjoon sit you down on your desk moving away the things. You gasp when the systems were yeeted to the side the glitching sound indicating it probably damaged and it’s Namjoon it would be miracle if it’s still functions before you can scold him his lips seal shut your lips making you sigh at the kiss and grab on his hair, locking legs around his waist pulling him closer, his pulled away and began to kiss down your neck pushing your hair away with one hand while the other pulling the coat away from your body.

Namjoon feels like he was witnessing something that he shouldn’t, like a pervert that silently watching a couples intimate hours even though technically they are the same person hurry he knows where this is heading and silently turn his back to he opens the door and step outside the scenery had changed once the hallway is now a large room with bunk beds and bean bags, he sees yoongi sleeping on one bed and jimin on top of the one of the beds and young hoseok tying his shoe laces.

“Hey, go eat something before jin come in”. Namjoon looks in the direction to see himself half asleep curled against a body underneath the cover.

His past self-mumble something as his hands tightens the body hidden under the cover, Namjoon frown at the scenario slowly moving towards them.

He gasps when hoseok go through and pull other him out of the bed making the sheets fall and another Namjoon to curse as. Namjoon’s head spins as he sees you sleeping peacefully unknown to what going around you, he taken your figure cladded in a big t-shirt that barely covered your thighs. Was it necessary hoseok, didn’t they know a thing about privacy.

He sees himself stands up and look for any clothes to cover his upper body. if Namjoon’s eyes could pop out that would happen when he sees,

 hoseok lean over the bed delicately turning you towards him with a smile on his face as he softly cares your cheek. One hand rubbing your naked thighs as he leans down to kiss your lips. “I’m going to training sweetheart I’ll see you soon” hoseok smile as he sees you smile softly at him eyes still closed.

Namjoon eyes rapidly shift between hoseok and his past self-unable to comprehend what’s going on. if that’s doesn’t crazy, he feels like he’s going to rip his hair out when yoongi and jimin who he thought was dead asleep throw themselves on the both side of you clenching your body.

Hoseok gives them side eye before leaving after patting the back off his past self.

  He watches curiously as

 his past self-get ready and come to side of the bed trying to get your face.

“No. you hogged her last night all alone” yoongi murmured while pushing his face into your neck as jimin pulls his sheets over the three of you.

Namjoon and past Namjoon mirrors the look of offended as “she also my girlfriend” his past self-state making Namjoon turn his head so fast that he might have broken his neck.

 What does that even mean? How are they so comfortable each other, how did you become their girlfriend as well, does the ‘they’ includes the rest of his friends as well. Why is his past self being so unfaced by this why are you also unfaced by this.

Another memory plays as Namjoon watches the three of you fade way and new surroundings manifest itself.

The sound of pans and seokjin curse reach his ears making him follow the sources of the noise he found,

 everyone gathered on the kitchen, jin and yoongi are cooking while taehyung takes plates and glass with the help of hoseok making the table on the dining room which is across the kitchen. Jimin and you decorating one cake with Namjoon Infront of the of both you.

Jimin slap Namjoon hands when he tried to take frozen chocolate in the shape of hearts making you laugh.

“Ha, Namjoon don’t touch anything” nothing Namjoon doesn’t go noticed by jin as he scolds him.

You smile softly at him before pulling him by his hoodie placing a kiss on his frowned lips making him smile.

When you release him jimin was already pointing at himself silently asking for kiss making you chuckle.

“Hey they’re kissing in the kitchen” jungkook yells pointing at you three, jin says nothing but grab you by your waist and place you between him and yoongi.

“don’t do the dirty in my kitchen”

Yoongi pick fruits that he had diced to eat while cooking and place it upon your lips feeding without a care in the world.

Taehyung put a music on the harmonies slow music echoes the room, slowly swaying he makes his way towards you and whisk you away from the kitchen.

Taehyung wraps his hands around your waist as you hook your around his shoulders smiling at each other, they move gracefully with elegance, your head resting his chest eyes closed taehyung held you close smiling down at your face with a tenderness, running his hands down your back.

The room seems to fall silent as Namjoon watches the beautiful scene, he wasn’t the only one when he turns his friends and his past self also captivated by it. Namjoon starting to understand, their eyes held no envy, hurt, insecure and apathic feeling. They look tranquil, like everything they want is already given to them so content and serene. They had a smile on their face, they look like they are in love.  

“I guess we never really knows, what the future had planned for us” hoseok chuckles

They share a laugh nodding seokjin pats Namjoon shoulders “yeah who knew Namjoon girl would be our girl too”

“I did, even before Namjoon said he fells something more for her” yoongi state with a grin proud of how he always felt that when he first starts come out his shell and interacted with you.

“See, I told you I felt in my bones” jimin exclaims shaking yoongi excitedly happy to know that he wasn’t the only one to fell that.

“Jimin, we all know that” Namjoon deadpan at him making the man pout playfully at the jab.

“No guys I did felt in my real bone, even though the one you hinting is always excited for her” jimin state with a sultry grin making everyone groan.

By this time jungkook had also jointed the dance now the slow dance turned into break dance you three laugh whole heartly dancing around making them turns towards you. jungkook who now professional changed into a pole dancer as he uses you as pole that had taehyung lose him self and roll on the ground laughing.

Jimin jump from his seat and took off his shirt “wait for me jungkook”

You shake you head yelling at him no despite the smile on your face seeing that made everyone laugh in pure joy.

Namjoon smile at scene Infront of him, he understands now maybe it’s not too bad

  The scene changes yet another memory unfolds Infront of him.

Namjoon stand Infront of ava and Jason in lab and some of colleagues and few guards of W.I.C.K.E.D the air felt overwhelming.

“Is there a reason you need to meet me Namjoon?”  ava questions

Namjoon nods a hesitance clear in his stance “y/n…”

“Ah…she is still at the headquarters don’t worry Theo will keep her company” ava state cutting off Namjoon.

His jaw clenches he sighs lowering his head “why are keeping her away from us”

“I am not keeping her from doing anything Namjoon, but it you” ava walks towards him with a disappointed look on her face. “She has so much potential but you and your friends hold her back maybe she realized that now”

He raises his brow at her his jaw set “we all know who is using her very well, ava” he snapped

“Namjoon” Jason hiss but ava lifts her hands to tell him state put.

“The big brain of yours figured out everything isn’t that why you were planning to runway from here, everything is in motion right, all you need now is her” ava spit out her face twisting in anger.

Namjoon’s face loses its color eyes widening

“No need to panic, I will not hurt anyone especially her but I can’t let you free either.” As she speak the guards around him takes hold of him making him trash around from the corner of his eyes, he sees one of the doctor approaches him with a syringe in his hands.

“You won’t get away with this, she is going to find out sooner or later” he shouts one guards tase him making him grunt as the electricity flow shock him.

“I think she will be happy when she hears you volunteer to be the first person in maze, don’t worry soon your friends will join you” ava state with smile that made his blood boil, Jason smile at this he leaves the room.

His chest raises and fall with heavy breathes soon he feels a stinging sensation on his neck “you can’t always control her ava” he mumbled feeling his eyes felt heavy as he struggled to keep them open.

“I did all these years what’s make you think I can’t anymore” He let out a humorless laugh at ava boaster’s words.

“Well, she didn’t have us before now she does” Namjoon give her grin making ava glare at him.

“Take him away, initiate the process” ava yells the guards take away Namjoon.

Namjoon stumble in his place having difficulty to comprehend the escalated situation, suddenly he feels a pain on his chest and he hears your voice and images of you with everyone flash through in a fast pace. Every memory every moment that he shared with you and his friends came racing into his conscious mind hitting him like a truck throwing away his balance.

Namjoon lay down everything is now empty a light shone down on his body around him is pitch black. Is going to die now that he remembered it all, was it selfish to ask for new life where he get live with seokjin, yoongi, hoseok, jimin, taehyung and jungkook, with you……….

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[regalbootie]

Trying something new in the bedroom chapter 2

Here's chapter 2 guys! I hope you guys like it,I tried really hard. Not really happy with it but thought I'd just post it cos it's probably my inner saboteur talking.

I have chapter 3 points written with prompts that some lovely people have suggested to me! Also requests have been layed out too but just will need time to write them!

⚠️Warning: bondage, tying up, shapeshifter peen, dom larissa.

You grinned and made a loud moaning and whimpering noise. “But you feel so good mistress”

“You like your new toy then slut” Spanking you again you jolted, but whimpered when Larissa back away off the bed and moved to her bag grabbing your favourite rope, it was blood red and Larissa adored how it looked against your skin.

Stalking back to the bed Larissa grinned as she swung the rope, “On all fours” she ordered, her tone was dark and serious she was truly mistress at this moment you knew better than to disobey her.

Moving into position Larissa began to tie the ropes perfectly around your legs making sure they stay open, moving onto your arms they were tied behind your back.

Making safety checks to ensure you were comfortable and that she was happy with her work did she them move her full attention onto you. “You were being so good until just now, you got greedy pet”

“I’m sorry mistress, I liked my new toy so much” You moaned as she ran her hands over your back, stopping at the base of your neck. Gripping tightly, she pulled your head back almost painfully so but the pleasure you gained over Shawn the pain.

You were up on your knees and you tried to clench your thighs together to gain some relief gaining a tut from your mistress.

“oh no you don’t slut” she pushed you down so your face was in the bedsheets and she moved so she was behind you once again. “you are being a very bad girl y/n, I think I will have to punish you”

Leaning down Larissa whispered into your ear, “count out loud” you knew what was coming, more spanks were on the way and your ass was already bright red this really was going to be a punishment. She ran her hands across your ass softly causing you to purr but then struck your cheeks harshly pulling a yelp from you.

“One, thank you Mistress” whimpering you managed to continue until tears were rolling down your cheeks, your ass felt like it was on fire as each spank landed.

You were absolutely dripping and Larissa had begun to run her cock through your folds, drenching her instantly. It was torture she was moaning and whimpering as she teased you with her cock.

You couldn’t help but moan as well as her tip would brush against your clit, your legs were shaking with the pleasure building up if it wasn’t for the ropes keeping you in position you would have collapsed long ago.

Larissa’s movements had begun to speed up and her moans were growing louder, she even had begun to praise you for taking your spankings so well, you had received 10 in total until she had been distracted by your folds caressing around her.

“God you were so good counting for me slut” her hips were bucking harshly and her hands moved to your hips to move you faster. She still hadn’t entered you it was agony, you so desperately wanted to be filled by her again.

Larissa let out a guttural moan as she slumped forward laying on your back, still face first in the bed she moved you to sit up and turn to face her.

“I want you to clean this up before I fuck you till you scream” looking down she was still rock hard and she couldn’t help but smirk at your dumbstruck face.

“yes mistress” she helped guide you down to her, You didn’t have much experience with the male appendage but how hard could it be. You began to lick all around her pulling the most delicious moans from her, she tasted amazing with a mix of yourself and her it egged you on to explore more of your new toy.

You slowly took the tip of her into your mouth and tried to go down her to take more which resulted in a less than sexy gag. Larissa’s eyes shot down with a look of concern, “I’m ok Mistress” letting her know you were ok you went back to try again relaxing yourself and moaning around her.

Larissa’s hand moved to your head but she didn’t move you faster or deeper she just needed something to grip to stop herself from thrusting into your mouth before you were ready. Growing more confident your speed picked up and Larissa was a mess above you.

Gripping her breast in a free hand and your hair in the other she was so close again “such a good girl you are. I’m going to cum pet” You hummed at the praise and it sent a shocking jolt up Larissa’s spine and she came in your mouth, she tasted just the same, just like her sweet addicting pussy.

She slowly pulled your head back and ran a thumb over your lip “fuck I love that mouth” pulling you in for a heated kiss, pulling you so closer to her. Front meeting front, you could feel her length poking into your stomach.

Her hands caressed you tied up body gripping you tightly but softly running over your ass, she knew it was going to be very tender.

Both of you were panting messes but the fun wasn’t over yet, once again Larissa turned you around so you were facing the bed frame and ass to her front. “Are you ready for me?” running through your folds again Larissa made sure she was nice and slick for when she entered your dripping core.

Nodding you rocked your hips back but she moved away “Use your words baby” she cooed.

“I’m ready mistress please fuck me” Grinning like the cat that ate the canary Larissa slowly pushed her hips forward her cock stretching you to fit her, it wasn’t painful it was amazing it was so much better than your favourite strap on.

She started slowly wanting to make sure she wasn’t over doing it but you let out the biggest whine startling Larissa. “please fuck me Larissa I’m begging you” and well fuck she did. Larissa slammed her hips till you took all of her and you gasped for air your legs were like jelly as the pleasure rippled through you making your toes curl.

“YES MISTRESS” Larissa smiled as she gasped through her thrusts, the sweat was thick along her skin and the cabin was so hot with the fireplace and her fucking you at a lightning speed. Through all the teasing and punishment you were constantly on edge and Larissa could feel you already fluttering around her.

She brought her hand around to your clit and started with quick movements wanting to hear you scream for her.

It was like a band snapped in you, your whole body went rigid. Screaming you came on her cock and sobbed as the most earth-shattering orgasm ripped through you, Larissa kept fucking you through it and your pussy gripping her so tight she followed through with you filling you up with every inch of her.

Panting Larissa collapsed on you, a sweaty panting mess but you were the same. Laying soft kisses to your shoulder Larissa began to untie you, making sure she lay kisses to where the rope had been. “I have to say fucking my woman like this has definitely been one of my best ideas”

You rolled over so you could lay on her chest “oh fucking your woman, watch it you’re going to start like one of those alpha dudes” giggling as she peppered your face with kisses.

“They could never do what I just did” feeling very proud of herself as she slipped off the bed and into the bathroom. You hadn’t even noticed that she had shifted back into her natural form, and you couldn’t help but lick your lips.

Making her way to the bathroom to run a bath you followed with wobbly legs looking like Bambi on ice. The ache between your legs felt so good and you knew this wouldn’t be the last time you were going to feel like this.

[hbbethany]

7 weeks on Estrogen!

As mentioned the other day there haven't been too many changes so thought I'd do a post on sexual changes covering boob changes to erections to orgasms and I apologise in advance because this will be a long one.

Read more break just in case you don't want to see a post of a sexual nature.

Let's start with boobs and work our way down.

My boobs are softer and feel like boobs instead of "man-boobs". They also feel bruised and sore and this past week that is now all the time instead of just when I press on them.

My nipples are slightly bigger and get hard at the slightest touch. When they harden my whole areola gets hard too and they are so much more sensitive than before estrogen. Before, touching and playing with my nipples didn't feel like anything. It just like you were touching any part of my chest. Now however they actually feel good and make me gasp when my wife plays with them.

Moving down. My pubic / bikini area (not sure what to call it. The skin above my peen) is softer and kinda puffy. The pubic hair is also a lot softer and easier to shave.

I've stopped getting erections unless I force it. No more random boners or morning wood. Although I have started playing with it at least once a day just to get hard and prevent atrophy.

(Thank you to everyone that replied to my post about maintaining erections)

My libido has ... Changed. I don't get the intense horniness that I used to but instead it's a very low level horniness that can easily grow but also very easily ignored resulting in a drop in my sex drive because I'm not actively seeking it out but it only takes a bit of teasing and suggestion from my wife to bring it back.

My penis seems smaller when it's flaccid but about the same size when erect. I might do some actual measuring when I get home. I think my balls are slightly smaller but not by much. Barely noticeable.

Sex feels about the same but "most" orgasms (heavy emphasis on the most) feel much weaker and I don't cum as much or as hard as I used to. I used to get 4-5 good "shots" and then some more dripping after the initial shots. Now it's about 1 and half and it all just dribbles out instead of shooting.

I say most orgasms because I had sex with one of my vibrating plugs inside me this week and had a full body orgasm that was earth shattering. Holy shit that was one of the most intense orgasms of my life and I could swear I blacked out for a moment. The vibrating plug always made my orgasms better but that was a whole other level. I may need to experiment a bit more on the matter 😉

If you are curious about anything else just drop me a message or an ask and anons are always on if you want to stay anonymous

[forbidden-forest-witch]

Destiné à Être: A Remus Lupin Story

Chapter 15: Good Times are Changing

(Warnings: Smoking, drinking, language, sexual themes. 18+ only)

Word Count: 3.7K

Redamancy: (n.)  The act of loving the one who loves you; a love returned in full  

The next morning in the early sunlight, Remus wakes up under the comfort of warm covers. Brigitte's arm is still draped across him, and he feels an unfamiliar sense of peace that he could bask in forever.

Remus admires Brigitte's sleeping face; eyelashes fluttering, freckles speckled across her little scooped nose, and heart-shaped lips that graced his skin. He wants to remember every inch of her; to have every inch of her, always, even if it's just by memory.

Remus glances up to the movement in his peripheral vision— the blooming clematis vines dangling from the ceiling. He's beginning to think it's not coincidental that her magic fluctuates when the two of them are having a special moment. He sinks back down into his pillow and gently sprinkles Bri's freckles with kisses, making the sleeping beauty groan and stir awake.  

"Good morning, Darling", Remus whispers lowly. She burrows her face in the crevice between his chest and the mattress, hiding from the morning sunlight. His heart warms at the reaction, 'she's definitely not a morning person', he makes the mental note. He kisses her shoulder and rubs her back, tickling her sides until she emerges.

"You're lucky I like you so much and the way you call me 'darling', Loopeen", Brigitte grumbles his name dramatically as she rubs her eyes. Remus snorts and let's out a raspy laugh.

She whimpers and pulls the blanket to her chin, "You wake me up from my peaceful sleep and now you laugh at me!".

He rubs the tip of their noses together, "I'm not laughing at you, it's just... the way you say my name. It's goddamn adorable", he tells her lovingly.

She scrunches her face and blushes, "What do you mean? Looopan. Lu-peen? Lu-pehnnnn. Loopen! It's my French tongue, I can't do the stupid mouth shapes!", she pouts.

Remus' chest shakes as he laughs hysterically at her preciously failed attempts. "I love it. You can pronounce my name however you want... but your 'mouth shapes' and French tongue are perfect, trust me", he smiles at her suggestively.

She looks up at him through her thick lashes, "Yeah?".

He snickers through his nose, "Oh, Darling... hey, d'you know you did it again? Your magic...", he whispers and points to the ceiling.

"Oops. It can be receptive if my emotions are really high ... so it's your fault now, really", Brigitte admits bashfully. Overcome with desire and love, Remus smashes their lips together and pulls Brigitte's body close, allowing not a sliver of space between them.

Eventually she pushes him onto his back and climbs on top of his radiating body. She crawls down, kissing his scars and the pink scratch marks she created the night before.

In the morning light she can see a dashed, gnarled pink scar in an odd crescent shape on the side of his ribs. Contrasting from the claw marks on his body, she recognizes it immediately.

The bite mark that changed his life forever, what causes his immense pain every month, and the reason he first rejected her. Brigitte leans down, just barely pressing her lips to the rough skin. She grazes her fingers over the slight ridges and looks into his eye.

Remus takes a deep breath and pulls her back up the bed, having her lie back down while he tells her how it happened. "It's my first memory. I can't really remember anything before then. Perhaps my fourth birthday party a few months prior? I didn't get to celebrate for a while after it happened and I remember my Mum giving me a cake covered in candles ... Anyways, my Dad had confronted Fenrir Greyback, he's a werewolf under Voldemort's command now... There were some attacks and Dad said that werewolves 'deserve nothing less than death', so Greyback decided to prove a point with me. He made sure to be near our house during the full moon".

"Remus ... I'm so sorry". Brigitte has no idea what to think. She's heard plenty of horror stories of people recounting the moment they were infected with lycanthropy— her oldest brother's story isn't all that different. But it hearing it from Remus and the pain in his voice all these years later is one of the saddest things Brigitte has witnessed. She can't imagine the guilt Remus and his father both carry because of that.

"Don't be, Love. You're trying to help... One of the only people doing so", he adds grimly.  

"I wish that I could take the pain away from you, Lunaire", Brigitte says with her face in the crook of his neck.

"Believe me, darling, you do. I... If I may confess, I've thought about you during these last full moons, and in those moments before I transform, I almost forget about the pain. And being in your presence makes it all okay now", he confesses

while stroking her messy bed head. Her eyes twinkle at his vulnerability, "Really?! I think it's obvious you have the same affect on me. When I had that trap stuck on my leg, I panicked. I did... but, then  I felt you. Your scars and familiar scent- a foresty chocolate smell- I didn't feel so scared or lost anymore ... You make me feel so safe. I know I'm safe with you", she reveals.

"I will always keep you safe, Britt".

"And I want to keep you safe, Remus".

He brushes the frizzy hair from her face. " Y'know, this could be the best morning of my life. Forget the werewolf talk, but waking up next to you, I'm not sure this isn't still a dream".

To have such intense feelings reciprocated isn't the reality Remus is prepared for. Brigitte climbs back onto his firm chest and wiggles down, sucking on the faint V muscles leading to his groin like an arrow. Propped up on her hands and knees, she holds herself above his muscular thighs, and proceeds to show Remus exactly what her French tongue can do.

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The morning in bed passes by too quickly. The only motivation to rejoin the outside world is when their hunger gets too strong to ignore. Again, Brigitte's stomach growls like a monster.

"C'mon, let's get you fed", Remus teases, throwing the sheets off their bodies.

"Ah! That's cold!". Brigitte hugs her naked form. Remus gazes down at her. It's the first time he's taken a good look at her body all morning and his eyes widen at her figure covered in love bites.

"Merlin! Darling, I'm so sorry, I didn't hurt you did I? I guess I got carried away. Your neck.... and chest...", he trails off.

Brigitte looks down, confused. "Oh! I didn't even realize!", she hops out the bed and over to the full length mirror. "And no you didn't hurt me, I actually quite like having your marks on me, Loopen", she says seductively while looking at him through the mirror and stroking the bruises on her exposed chest.

"I- I should go before we end back up in bed", he laughs nervously. "Not that I mind, but we've been in here almost twelve hours ... and Sirius is probably waiting for us".

Remus kisses her quickly but passionately and runs to his room, wearing just his underpants and hoping to be unseen. He rushes to shut his door upon hearing the faint mumbles of Kreacher on the stairs and puts on a unusually casual outfit– warm corduroys and an old Abbey Road t-shirt underneath a maroon jumper.

He enters the kitchen with his untamed mousy locks and a stretched out smile, excited to make breakfast for himself and his lover.

No surprise, Remus finds his raven-haired friend already settled down at the table reading The Daily Prophet (his face front and center on the front page) and drinking coffee.

"Sirius! Morning. You're up early...", Remus tries to say casually as he makes his way to the coffee pot.

Sirius peaks over the tabloid, "More like 'afternoon', Moons ... sounds like you were up late last night. Date go well, I assume? I thought I heard giggling from someone's sleeping quarters, and noticed your bedroom door open and bed empty on my way down earlier", he lowers the paper to reveal an evil grin.

Remus looks up from the coffee mug and at his smug friend, his cheeks slightly pink. He opens his mouth to  weakly respond but luckily isn't quick enough.

"Tsk tsk... Ya know, I'm impressed your hearing works so well in your matured years, Sirius, but I suppose you being half mutt and all...", Brigitte quips.

She enters the room wearing a long, black floral skirt that flows behind her, with creamy cashmere socks peeping out the bottom hem; and tucked into the skirt is a tight dark turtle-neck that hides any evidence that Remus spent half the night sucking on her skin.

The men ogle at the effortlessly chic witch as she glides to Remus.

"I'm sorry, did you just call me old?! Because I am most certainly not and my hearing isn't the only thing working perfectly well, honey. I can promise you that!", Sirius rambles as he fluffs the paper back open.

"Alright, Pad, we'll take your word for it", Remus deadpans. He and Brigitte look at the flustered man, trying to conceal their giggles.

"Aw look, Lunaire, he's so easily ruffled ... Don't dish what you can't take, babe", she jokes while pouring coffee. Sirius huffs into the newspaper that is held so high his entire upper body is shielded from the couple.

Remus drapes his arm across Brigitte, their height difference allowing him to easily tuck her under his shoulder– it's a comforting touch.  

"Can I make you breakfast? Anything you'd like", he whispers joyfully, his breath tickling her neck. He wants nothing more than to please Brigitte; to spoil her after weeks of avoidance.

She nods eagerly, almost childlike at the offer, "Let's cook together, and the muggle way! How about pancakes?", she looks up at Remus with dewy eyes that he'll never be able to say no to.

"Pancakes sound wonderful, Darling". He pecks her lips.

"I'm going to be sick...", Sirius mumbles from behind his paper partition.

"Not bragging about that good hearing now, are you?! Would you like some pancakes too, Love?", Brigitte offers the melodramatic man.

He responds with a whimpered "yes please".

Humming along to an old song, Brigitte makes the batter while Remus cuts up fresh fruit and sets the table. Sirius throws the paper aside, smelling the impending meal. He supervises.

Brigitte takes her wand from her calf holster and guides the meal over to the table, then takes three champagne flutes from the hutch. She joins the men at the table, pouring champagne and orange juice.

"Since it's noon this is technically brunch, which means we can have mimosas!", she cheers, "not that I need an excuse to drink, I'm French!".

"I knew I always liked you. Hold onto this one, Moony!", Sirius grins as he lifts the drink. Remus looks down at Britt and squeezes leg under the table.  

'I'm never letting her go', he thinks.

After distributing the sliced strawberries and bananas to their pancakes, they bring their glasses together to toast.

"A toast!", Brigitte says raising her glass. "As Charles Bukowski once said: Alcohol is probably one of the greatest things to arrive upon the earth... alongside of me!".

"Here! Here!"-

"Couldn't have said it better myself!".

They dig in, slicing up the fluffy round cakes that have soaked up the warm maple syrup like a sponge. The first bites are eaten simultaneously, followed by echoing "yummmmmm's".

"Remember the Sunday dinners?", Sirius asks Remus reminiscently as he reaches for the spiked oranges juice.

"We always had breakfast because James loved Lily's eggs and toast", Remus adds with a nostalgic smile.

"I loved going to their house, getting to put little Harry to sleep", Sirius says proudly.

"Plus you weren't ever actually awake at breakfast time ... not much has changed", Remus jokes under his breath. Brigitte listens with a smile on contently as the two old friends go back to their happy memories.

"Who cares! Eggs and pancakes taste amazing at any time. Especially after a night of partying ... or whatever you two were doing last night". Sirius smiles shamelessly.

"And this morning", Brigitte adds cheekily. Remus blushes and almost chokes on his pancake.

"Nice guys, real nice ... Y'know Brigitte, I have a very fond memory of Moony and breakfast food. After a very fateful night of drinking ...".

"Sirius no-", Remus interrupts.

"Go on, Siri", Brigitte prompts.

"It was fifth year. Moony had never had a drink, and in hindsight I should have eased him into it. Anyway, James and I encouraged him to try some fire whiskey–"

"Encouraged? More like peer pressured until I caved", Remus interrupts.

"As I was saying, one shot turned into two, turned into five. Before we know it, the bloke's using an empty bottle as a microphone as he serenades the room with a performance of 'Bohemian Rhapsody'", Sirius cackles. Brigitte rubs Remus' shoulder endearingly, holding back her laugh.

"I don't remember anything after that", he argues.

"I do! He howled himself to sleep after James and I tucked him into bed. Then we snuck down to the kitchens and brought up pancakes and sausages, so we'd have something to soak up the alcohol in the morning".

"Nothing worse than waking up with that hangover, but it was shortly cured by that small feast. The house elves charmed the food to stay warm, but it's still nothing compared to these", Remus compliments, bringing the last of his pancakes to his lips.

"You're just saying that", Brigitte bashfully pushes his arm.

"Moony would never lie to you", Sirius bats his lashes. Brigitte sticks her tongue out at the man before returning her attention to Remus, who shrugs in agreement.

"He's not wrong", he chuckles, leaning over to kiss her cheek before sipping his mimosa. Brigitte treasures this moment.

She and Remus have fallen so naturally into this new dynamic, and she can't deny how much she enjoys Sirius' company. Especially when he and Remus are making each other laugh about memories from the younger days.

"You cooked, let me clean up", Sirius offers, waving his wand and stacking the sticky dishes in the sink. "Oí! Kreacher!".

The shriveled house elf emerges from his makeshift home past the pantry, a soured look in his face as he gives the world's smallest bow to his master. "Filthy vermin ... How may I assist the rotten heir of the Noble House of Bla–"

"Clean the dishes in the sink. With soap and clean water. Then put them back up in the hutch where they belong, and don't break anything. Don't touch any food, just make the dishes in the sink clean and put away", Sirius instructs firmly, ensuring Kreacher doesn't do anything destructive.

"Yes, master", he bows before snapping his fingers, the dishes sudsing up with bubbles at his command.  

"And don't insult these two while you're out here!", Sirius adds.

"How generous, Sirius. This does not count as you doing the dishes", Brigitte comments with a raised brow. "Cleaning spells aren't that difficult to learn. I learned from Molly after one demonstration".

"What's that saying? Can't teach an old dog new tricks? Well, I'm going to go take a nap before the champagne wears off. Thanks again, you two". He looks between Remus and Brigitte, grinning before disappearing into the dark hallway.

"Did he just call himself old?", Brigitte asks.

"Come. Let's warm up in the drawing room, eh?".

That's where they spend the rest of the day. Brigitte effortlessly ignites a roaring fire, and Remus makes himself comfortable on the velvet couch. A stack of paperwork rests on his lap, presumably containing Order information.

Brigitte gravitates to the piano. She sits on the dusty bench and puts her hands on the keys, her finger's muscles memories playing scales flawlessly.

"You just sit over there and read. Don't mind me, please", she says embarrassed, opening up the practice book on the music rack. Remus glazes over the pages in front of him and taps his foot to the tempo of Brigitte flawlessly playing Rêverie by Claude Debussy. He leans his head back and lets the sound wash over him.

"Beautiful, darling", he whispers. He sets aside the monotonous reports and picks up a new book, allowing them to have this uninterrupted afternoon before he returns to his Order assignments ...

Remus leaves Brigitte and Sirius to entertain themselves for the night while he's guarding the Department of Mysteries. They wait around the house; waiting for Remus to come back, hopefully with some kind of update that they're closer to stopping Voldemort.

So, Brigitte does all she can do in the meantime-- read and brainstorm revisions to the anti-werewolf legislation in hopes of making progress there.

"I can't believe this déchets is the law", Brigitte says bitterly, while Sirius cleans Buckbeak's room. "That Umbridge woman is pure scum, it breaks my heart to think of Remus. She has his old job and is also the reason he can't find a new one. How fucked up is that?", she scoffs, leaning against Buckbeak's feathered torso. The hippogriff lovingly nudges her arm before resting his head on the floor.

"I know. I think he would've been bloody great had he been given the chance; the kids say he's the best DADA professor they've had ... He'll really appreciate you writing up amendments, whether or not the Ministry acknowledges them", Sirius attempts to comfort her. Handling women's emotions has never been his strong suit.  

She looks over and smiles appreciatively, "They'll acknowledge it if it's the last thing I do. This disgusts me. They can take away your job, home, and children all because of a violent attack you had no choice in".

"Just look out for yourself, Love. The Ministry of Magic doesn't take kindly to those who try to defy them".

"So I've noticed. I'll do what I have to do. Like slap that Umbridge woman in the face with my scorching hot hand. I can do more than conjure up fire. I am fire", Brigitte threatens.

"What's life without a little risk, eh? I don't think you can get riskier than that", Sirius chortles.

"I don't care what it takes. I won't give up on this. On you or Remus. The Ministry can't continue this way forever". Brigitte brackets an entire paragraph and writes tiny notes in the paper's margins. "Want to supervise while I practice my magic after I finish this? I should be able to do it safely inside. I'll keep the fire to a minimum".

So Sirius sits on the piano, at a safe distance as Brigitte sets an array of candle sticks and empty glasses on the long coffee table.

"I can't practice volume in here, but I can work on precision. That'll be more important if I have to use it on a target in public", Brigitte explains. She sits on the floor on the other side of the room and stares intently. The glasses fill with water, candle wicks flicker on and off repeatedly, and the water freezes in some of the cups. Ivy vines snake up the table legs and wrap around the lit candles, picking them up, and dipping the flames into a glass of water.

"Wow... It's not aggressive magic, but you know how to use it to your advantage", Sirius observes.

"We shall we", she chirps. If Remus can make Brigitte's magic emit beautiful delicate flowers, there's no telling what see could do when fighting a Death Eater.

"My ivy will for sure throw them off. All I need is holly and we are ready for the holidays!", she jokes.

"That's right, Christmas is barely a month away! I'll insist the Weasley's stay again. Don't you think Harry will like that? I never dreamed of celebrating with him ever again, Remus too ... and you'll be here to decorate the house!", Sirius cheers, getting excited for the full house. He never thought he'd find delight in this house, loving energy filling the space which had always been nothing but joyless.

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After hours of practice, a bit of dueling, and eating leftovers, Pink Floyd's soft instrumentals lull Sirius to sleep on the worn out rug. Brigitte tucks a pillow under his head and makes herself comfortable by the fireplace, using it to light her sketchbook.

"What are you doing still up?", a quiet whisper comes from the darkness of the stairway. Remus emerges, finally back from watching the Department of Mysteries. Brigitte tosses her drawing to the side and meets the lycanthrope half way.

"Tiredness hasn't found me yet", she shrugs innocently, though the yawn she holds back would beg to differ.

"You don't have to wait up for me", Remus says while snaking his arms around Brigitte's waist. "Sleep deprivation is not good for you. Won't be safe once you get the all clear to resume your work for the Order".

"If I could help with the night guarding, staying up late would no be a problem". Remus sucks in a breath through his teeth.

"Sorry, Darling, don't think you're convincing Moody of that one quite yet".

"Yeah, Moody's the concerned one", Brigitte eyes him suspiciously. "How were things out there? Are you hungry?".

"Tonight was the same as all the other nights. The only people I saw was Moody and Gus. I told them you've recovered ... and I'm not hungry, just want to sleep". Remus softly rubs Brigitte's arms to relax her.

"Cuddle in my bed? I'm already getting cold, not being so close to the fire", she persuades him, stepping closer. Remus smirks, wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

"I can think of nothing more that I'd like to do right now".

♡ ♡ Okay, I love this little family dynamic these three share... comment and vote if you're enjoying the story. Thank you for reading!!

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Faith, Trust and Pixie Dust~

A/N: Wanted to write a lil short one-short of my two boys because they've been my current obsession and muse right now and I just wanted to express their cute love for each other while Mars wants some of that fairy dust uwu Any and all spelling and grammar errors are my mistake, this hasn't been proof read.

Fandom: Original Short One-shot

Pairings: (Unicorn Satyr) Mars x (Fairy) Felix

Warnings: Cum inflation, belly bulge, size difference, macro + micro, trans bussy, fairy/pixie dust magic, magic on peen, slight breeding kink

Summary: Mars begs Felix to use some of his fairy dust on his cock during sex, they find out the outcome.

Word Count: 722 words

Characters: Unicorn Satyr Mars and Fairy Felix owned by @minnophee-draws (me)

Artist: @minnophee-draws (me) can view uncropped version on my FurAffinity here~

Breathy groans and whimpers escaped the lips of the smaller being, pleasure shooting through their veins as they arched their back while the tip of the large cock nudge against their clit. Pre-cum leaked out the head of the cock and smeared the fairy's pussy, making it wetter by the second with both their combined juices and the huge satyr sighed in pure bliss.

"Fuck, please Felix, just sprinkle a little dust on it? I wanna make sure I load you full of my love." Mars pleaded to the writhing fairy in his grasp.

"A-are you sur-aaAAHHH!" Felix spasmed for a second as Mars's dick rubbed against his clit again, a moan cutting him off but Mars knew what he was trying to say.

"Yes! Yes I'm sure. Please!"

Felix peered up at Mars with a cock-drunk look on his face before he nodded and fluttered his wings, a twinkle of fairy dust twisting and floating across Mars's throbbing cock. The glittering, magic dust landing along the shaft before slowly disolving into the skin, Mars feeling his dick pulse more intensely and feeling his muscles tighten at the fact that his tip had also gotten highly sensitive as well. His balls started to feel heavier and fuller, his nuts flexing and getting bigger by the minute.

Mars almost growled at the feeling and held Felix tighter, his hips started to thrust into Felix's quivering pussy with wet slaps of skin against skin and the slit of the cock pushing pre-cum into Felix's cunt. Felix gasped and grabbed onto Mars's hands tighter while his pussy throbbed around nothing yet felt like it was gulping in Mars's juices further into his body. Both their bodies tingled in ecstasy and with one more brush along Felix's clit and his muscles tensed in shock while white, hot pleasure burst through his entire body - his orgasm causing his body to shake and squirm from overstimulation as Mars continued to hump against Felix.

"Oh fuck! Can feel your little cunt pulsing, baby. You like it when I try to breed your small bussy? Make your tummy round with my cum..." Mars murmered under his breath while staring down at his smaller lover with such admiration until he felt his balls tighten dramatically and he could barely get out his warning, "Shit, shit! I'm gonna cum-!"

Next thing Felix felt was a warm, thick fluid entering his cunt and filling his insides. His stomach slowly started to expand trying to accomidate for the large amount of cum being pushed into his tiny body. Wave after wave for cum was pumped into Felix's body which triggered another orgasm for Felix, his back arched and he moan his lover's name while still being filled up.

"N-no more, please, I'm so full... No more..." Felix mumbled, his belly felt full to the max and he wasn't sure he could hold any more cum.

Mars moved Felix so that he sat on the base of his cock but his dick hadn't finished cumming, his seed continuing to shoot out and his balls pulsing. Felix sighed in contemptment as a trail of cum slowly began to leak out of his puffy, wet pussy lips, leaning against Mars's lower stomach while he observed Mars's shaft continuously pulsating and firing multiple loads of thick, stringy cum.

"I can't stop cumming... Fuck-!"

Felix smirked and chuckled at Mars's unfortunate circumstance and he knew who, or what, the culprit was.

"Guess we know what else fairy dust can do besides flying." quipped Felixed with a breathy laugh.

Large puddles of cum lay beneath Mars's hooves, the last of his orgasm finally coming to an end. Mars carefully placed Felix onto his palm and carried him over to their bed, gently laying his fairy lover under the soft blankets, both too tired to properly clean up, and tucking themselves in for the night. Seeing Felix's stomach round with his cum had Mars's cock twitching, almost coaxing it to get hard again for a round 2 but Mars willed it away - too exhausted for that.

Eventually his eyelids grew heavy and sleep clawed at the edges of his consciousness but what pushed him into the land of the sleep was the faint, low snoring of Felix presed against his chest, his stretched tummy rubbing his nipple every so often.

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Massive trigger warning for SA.

I was friends with a person. Years ago. We built a friendship through a mutual who I had so much respect for, so I assumed this person was safe. We were friends for about a year, and we started opening up with one another. I was financially trapped in an abusive relationship and they had an abusive familial home. Over time the over sharing of all the traumatic stuff in our life developed into a dangerously vulnerable friendship.One day, the person told me that they felt they might be trans. I came at them with nothing but support, sharing all my "girly tips" I knew and convincing them that it was okay. We talked about makeup and skincare and clothes and trans issues. Then they invited me to their home. We were both in our 20s, but they lived with their parents. I was apprehensive about willingly going into that environment, encouraging them to come visit me at my flat instead. They didn't want to. They really wanted me to go there. OK. So I got on the night train and greeted the family. The vibe was.. off. I was coming into this with all the emotional intimacy we had built over our months of friendship, they felt really stand offish. It sent me off kilter, but I tried to meet them on their level. Suggested we go out for a drink, go to the movies, go for a walk. After 2 days this, I was feeling really weird. Their parents were both at work on day 3, and the vibe changed completely. At first I thought it was the return of the friendship we had built over a year, they were just too uncomfortable to be that vulnerable with me with their parents around. They told me they wanted a makeover. Omg I thought, my best friend is back. Yes of course. We did hair and makeup and they told me they had a dress. Do I want to see it. Obviously yes. They came back, not in a dress, but in lingerie. Oh. I said. It's very nice. More of a rave outfit than a daytime one. Then they lifted the hem and made sure I saw everything. Oh okay. Fuck. My skin went cold just writing that down. It's a massive source of embarrassment and shame for me. "Shall we go out" I asked "you can keep the makeup and borrow one of my dresses if you like" No, they didn't want to do that. But they did want to watch a film. I left the room so they could get decent. At this point i was convincing myself that nothing bad happened. They just weren't aware, I settled on. It was probably just as embarrassing for them as it was for me. So we sat together in bed and watched the movie. Not 20 minutes in and they were ... self catering. "They're just readjusting" I convinced myself at first. Then their peen was out. "I've always wanted to experiment with a girl" they said. And I let them finish. Then when they wanted to touch me after the movie I let them do that too. I never said no. I only said "ok" after it had already started. They knew before I went over I had problems with SA in my past. That I had had been traumatised by people I called friends sexualising me till I had to end the friendship. I've not been able to watch that movie since. I had been there for 4 days. I was meant to stay 4 more. I thanked my lucky stars for a call from work, my boss, saying that they needed me the next day. Fawn response in overdrive I was sickly sweet when I explained "it's such a shame. Work needs me now. I know, I know, I'll come visit in the winter." Then I got home, shell-shocked.

[aesthetic-lillie]

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You said you couldn't use your phone and now I see you on Tumblr? Good job, we're really over. Don't ever talk to me. This is why I should of stayed with James. He treats me way better than you ever will. Fuck you.

I thought you were the one. I really did. You are all the same. You should be ashamed of yourself. Like what Dhar Mann says. What happens in the dark, always comes to light.

maam this is a wendys

[soulcheri]

I need you in a hundred lifetimes, in any version of reality. It's always going to be you and me. He said that same thing to her at Jake's party, right before he cornered her against the bathroom door and kissed her as if their lives and the fate of the world depended on it. As a result of the memory, Brooke absentmindedly brushes her fingers over her lips. She could still remember what it felt like to taste him. But now, she can't help but think... so does Riley. She had the privilege of knowing what Tyler's tongue feels like in her mouth, too. Maybe even his hands on her.....lord only knows. There's still so much about their kiss that Brooke doesn't know. Tyler made it seem like it was nothing. Like, it was an innocent peck or two. But, that was only his version of the story. Brooke had yet to hear Riley's. She's not even sure she wants to. Or if she'll be able to refrain from striking her best friend when she does go into vivid detail. When Brooke feels angry or slighted, she has a habit of lashing out. Tyler should know this better than anyone, she slapped him the night he lured her out to her ballet studio. Jake's even felt the attack of her hands, too. He often refers to her fists as little ball peen hammers.

Everything Tyler is saying to her right now, Brooke wants to hear. She needs to know how he feels even if it's hard for him to express it. Because, if he doesn't even bother to try... then what good does she mean to him? Frankly, she's touched by the words of affirmation coming out of his mouth. At the same time, they're just words. His actions are making her question how much she actually means to him. Particularly this whole Riley thing. Because, she supposes he could argue that showing up here, even after she asked him to give her space is his way of expressing that he cares, that he's not letting her go so easily, and he's willing to grovel and chase her if that's what it takes. That's what Brooke always says she wants, isn't it? For Tyler to chase her. To open his heart up and lay it bare at her feet. "I just...." her chest rises and falls as the heaviest breath she's ever taken leaves her trembling lips. She hates how her eyes water in that moment, and how she's on the verge of crying in front of a rooftop full of strangers. Along with some bartender they barely know, who's been privy to a majority of their conversation. He makes that clear when he suggests pouring her something stronger to mask the heartache she clearly feels. Brooke can't lie, it's tempting. But, she can't do it without risking complications to this pregnancy too.

The fact she's pregnant again with Tyler's baby, may be the only reason she agrees to take a walk with him. "Fine." Brooke twists the cap back onto her water and thanks Dominic, the bartender, before leaving him behind and the very well made Cherry Bomb calling her name. In the process, she snatches up the brooch on her way. But rather than wear it on her dress again, she holds it tightly in her palm until it almost cuts the skin.

They make it far enough away from the other guests to a secluded area where Brooke can still be seen just in case she needs to call for back up. Not that she is worried Tyler will hurt her or anything. "I'm only here," meaning with him privately, "so you don't pick a fight with the bartender or someone else. I can sense you're getting angry and I don't want that." She knows him well enough to know when someone is pissing him off. Plus, even if she hasn't said anything... he hasn't done a very good job of masking his bruised knuckles. Maybe he's already taken his anger out on someone or something else before he came. "Which is kind of funny," in the sense that it's ironic, "since you have no reason to be." She's not the one making out with his best friend, while hiding it behind his back. "You can stand here all you want and tell me I've done things too. Because, I have and I know I have. But, I'm not the one who broke up with you and then slept with other girls right after and made out with Riley!" She was trying not to raise her voice and had to remind herself of where they are -- which just so happens to be a public event for influencers like her, who document their lives and post it online for millions to see. "I would've expected this kind of behavior from Jake or Will," because they double dipped in their friend group, too "but not you." Which come to think of it, is kind of silly? Considering he dated Nina, and then left and cheated on her for Brooke. Now, he was making his way towards Riley. A part of Brooke can't help but wonder if this is the karma Nina promised her would catch up to her one day. Brooke seemingly stole Tyler from Nina once upon a time and now Riley could very well steal him too, from her. Even if he swears that will never happen. "I need to know...." Brooke stops her trembling lip by biting into it. "What exactly happened between you two. In detail. None of this... makes any sense to me. I don't think I can get past it until I hear it all and process it."

When Brooke leads them to the bar, Tyler orders himself a beer. He would have gone for something stronger but, he's already a few drinks ahead of her. "I don't know what I'm doing," he answers her honestly. This was his first time chasing a girl if you don't count all the times he cornered her after France. This was different though, there's a lot on the line. After years of fortifying the walls around his heart, he was finally tearing them down to let Brooke in. He'll show her all the parts of himself that are broken and vulnerable and too scary to face on his own. No matter how much discomfort and pain he has to endure in the process of it. "There's a lot of things I'm unsure of but, I know I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be." If he weren't here, he would be at home beating himself up over losing the best thing that has ever happened to him. "I can't stay away from you." His face hardens as he fights back the pain in his eyes. "I need you in a hundred lifetimes, in any version of reality. It's always going to be you and me." He takes a sip of beer and stops himself from finishing it. If Brooke has to be in pain then so does he. He pushes the bottle away and looks at her, making note of her water. It's a strange choice given their situation.

"I'm not playing the role of the jealous boyfriend. I want to be your boyfriend. I don't want to hide anymore or tell people that we're not together. I feel empty without you. I feel broken, and I become the worst version of myself. It's no excuse, though. There isn't one. It shouldn't of happened and you deserve so much better. I don't want you to find better, though. I want to be that better. I know I can, if its with you." He's been staring down at his hands for so long that he hasn't noticed she'd taken the rose off her dress and put it down. He went to several different jewelry stores looking for the right one that would match her bow without looking too tacky. Maybe that's all he is though - tacky. Showing up here in a suit, apologizing. He's way out of his comfort zone and doesn't know how to navigate matters of the heart. Brooke wasn't his first girlfriend but she is his first love.

Taking in a deep breath, he sighs and looks up. "I know you think I have all of this experience but I don't. I have never cared about anyone the way I love you. I know I haven't shown it properly and I'll forever regret that." The bartender sighs, leaning against the counter. This isn't the first time he's overheard a lovers' quarrel but no matter how many times it happens, its always uncomfortable. "Sounds like you could use a real drink babe," the bartender suggests, sliding a free cherry bomb towards her. "I'll order you an Uber, you'll be fine. Boyfriend or not." Tyler's eyes flash with hot anger as he looks up, feeling the tenderness of the bruises on his knuckles. "Brooke can we talk somewhere else? Somewhere private?" Before he kills someone.

[chryblossomjjk]

practice - pt. 2 | jjk (teaser)

→pairing: fuckboy!jk x inexperienced reader

→genre: college au, fwb, smut, angst, a lil fluff

→rating: M

→warnings: a spank, a partial erect peen, jk being a teasing menace >:(, jk taking off tuxedo mask costume n revealing himself as a switch, jk villain origin story also revealed this chapter lol (is he really a villain tho? u know the vibes maybe unrequited love maybe not), shower sex!!!, smut with more detailed warnings list will be provided in actual fic

→summary: Everything is wet. You and Jungkook tangled up on the shower floor and your eyes after he leaves.

→notes: sooo um, this was supposed to be pwp but now its a three part series- so yeah lol. v anxious about this bc i feel like it won't live up to ur expectations from part one :'(( i don't want to make promises but will most likely be up this friday at 7pm est. if you're a new reader, part one is HERE. ALSO HAPPY BDAY TO THE SWEET ANON THIS IS FOR U BBY! love u guys muah.

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The innocent touches trail down your lower back. You get lost in the gentle motions of his fingertips, dancing across your skin in swirls and shapes. All you hear is his heart beating, your cheek flush against his damp chest . 

It’s so close but so out of reach. Intangible.

The faint thump lulls you into trance. Your brain can’t even process the sharp sounds of water hitting tile. Just Jungkook.

A quick swat brings you out of the clouds and back to reality.

You peep out a small moan, jolting forward from the impact. How humiliating.

“You like when I do that,” he hums, corners of his lips stretching into a smirk as he smooths his palms over your stinging perky cheeks. “When I have my way with you. Don’t you, baby?”

Baby. He’s never referred to you as something so… endearing. You nod, face still smushed into his skin. 

“You’re more submissive than I thought you’d be.”

“You thought about me before we started hooking up?” You retort, voice taking on a teasing tone to hide the flutter in your chest. He wanted you too. The thought was comforting. Reassuring. 

“Mmm, maybe.” His hardening cock, brushing right against your inner thigh, told you the answer. “The version of you in my head was confident, though. Knew what she wanted and took it. So fucking sexy.”

He whispers the last part, pupils darting to your lips, licking his own in preparation. Silver lip ring shining from the saliva. His dark tresses slicked back, no doubt silky and pliant from your conditioner. You’ve never wanted anyone so bad. 

You close your eyes, expecting a sweet kiss from his soft plump pout.

It never comes.

“I get you’re still learning though, so no biggie,” he shrugs, pulling his head back, keeping his lips hostage from desperate ones. 

Asshole. He's taunting you.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” You pull away, giving him a clear view of your scowl, trying to look as menacing as possible.

“It’s not a bad thing…,” he coos, patronizingly. “Just the Bambi I know would never let a man tell her what to do.”

If he was trying to get a rise out of you, he was succeeding. Knowing exact what buttons to push to get you worked up, sexually and emotionally. It's a scary thought, that Jungkook could 'have his way' with you in any context.

Your blood was boiling, and not from the scorching hot streams falling out of the shower head.

“I don’t,” you argue. “And I always take what I want.”

“That’s not true,” Jungkook shakes his head, tutting his tongue at you. “Because you want me so bad and you haven’t done anything about it.”

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