#it wouldnt take him long to just start tickling me

[1980ssunflower]

i wish i could kiss my ryan rn

[thegnomelord]

me very patiently waiting for that mothussy :3

oh and here’s another wittle thing i thought…i tend to hc price as a bear hybrid or other so i think he would go into hibernations,, since hes still on duty he wouldnt go into a long-term one like other bears, but simply sleep a LOT of the day…i would wanna cuddle big bear price so bad awaawaewfgwh 🥺 hes really hairy but instead of it being coarse hair, its more fluffy cause its the winter!! so his facial hair puffs up a bit…and his chest hair…and the happy trail…you get the idea :3 idk i just like bear price i want him to pound me into the mattress and suck my cock until it falls off hug me!!

-❀

Give me like a couple more days lol, I got ghost and soap more or less done in a rough draft format, just need to write out price and gaz then a quick rewrite to clean up the draft. Cause rn all mini drafts are about 1k and very rough so when I clean it up they're probs gonna be bumped up to like 2k? Just knowing me and how my drafts end up doubling in size lol.

Also duuude you are a treasure trove of ideas lol. I want bear price now and now I'm horny so here's a bunch of bear price

Help a Bear Out

CW:NSFW, MDNI, daddy kink, dom/sub, oral, somno, edging, foodplay, cockwarming. Bear Price x Top Male reader Ao3

Imagine Bear Price who is by no means a small man any time of the year, bear genetics + having to be physically fit to take down terrorists leads to him having a very strong and imposing build befitting a Kodiak bear. The fur only adds to the striking image, making him look larger and his arms appear thicker, letting him scare many young boars from trying to tussle with him lest he crack their skulls.

But he turns massive in winter.

He can't help it; There's no escaping the iron clad control nature has over his body as his dark fur thickens and gains a fluffy golden color. No evading the instinct telling him to eat and rest and grow fat for winter until his hard earned muscles disappear beneath the cloak of fat. No ignoring sweet lull of sleep's song when he's yawning every five minutes and the words on the report swim in his blurry eyes.

Imagine Bear Price who, in his younger days, used to be self conscious about the changes his body went through. Growing up surrounded by humans was tough, dread would start building in his heart the moment the first leaf from the trees would fall. He's lost count how many times the kids would laugh at him when he'd show up to school after winter break with a chubby face and barely able to run a lap with how tired he was.

As he grew and started being curious about sex, it only got worse. He'd snatch the porn mags his sisters would buy behind their parents back, spending hours looking in the mirror and comparing his pudgy belly and fat thighs to the chiseled abs and lean muscles of the models. He'd spend hours exercising and trying to loose the weight he'd gain, but it would be all for naught.

And it didn't stop when he graduated and went into the military. His superiors may have tolerated the extra sleep and rations Price needed because he was a monster on the field, but they by no means were happy about it. He'd end up with thrice the amount of work and run ragged in training until he returned to his pre-winter weight.

Imagine Bear Price who doesn't give a shit about how he looks like now. Why would he, when he sees how you look at him? How you touch him? How you worship him?

Your hands wind around his waist and the groan you let out when you realize the space between your fingertips has gotten bigger is hungry. Your face burrows into his chest, his soft fluffy fur tickling your face as you nuzzle his pecks. The way his pudgy belly and love handles jiggle under your wandering hands makes you wish you had more arms so you could feel every part of him.

A content growl rumbles from the bottom of his chest, eyelids open just enough to watch you. "My boy's forgotten his manners." He chuckles, but there's no way to hide the wagging of his little bear tail. The reverent way you touch him makes him feel like a king.

"Sorry sir." There's absolutely no shame in your voice or your actions, not when your mind is held captive by the soft fluffy fur and the warmth of his skin. Without thinking you slide your hands up to grope his chest and you groan — the squishy fat covering his muscles and makes his pecs so large they don't fit in your hands anymore, fat plumping up between your fingers and his flesh jiggling as you press his pecs against your head and motorboat him.

The surprised laugh you earn is like ambrosia to sweeten the heaven you're drowning in.

Imagine Bear Price who gets so sleepy as the nights get longer and colder. While he still gets the work done, and for the most part doesn't mind the 'old man' jokes his boys make, it's obvious how irritated he gets when he's forced to stay awake longer than he needs to; each extra second spent explaining to a muppet how to do his job makes his eyes darker and voice rougher until he's passively growling like a construction engine.

Luckily you're there to calm down the beast.

Groping his ass or scratching the base of his tail to distract him so you can kiss along his jaw and rub your cheek against his beard. "You're doing it again sir." You mutter, voice smooth and low enough to soothe his prickled mind. Kissing him sweet and slow so you can tug his lazy body back into his room, into his den, where you can give him what his mind and body craves the most — sweet sweet sleep. . . and you.

Imagine Bear Price who's chest rumbles with a purr without stopping the second you settle into his den, his clawed fingers sliding over and groping your naked skin with just as much love and adoration as you show him.

Wrapped in so many layers of blankets and furs, engulfed by his bulk and his own fur, you are so so warm that neither one of you need clothes. Price's favorite position is to hug you like a Teddy bear. Despite the irony, it lets him wrap his body around you so you're safe and protected, practically suffocating in his fur. Not that you mind, especially when Price can nuzzle his nose into your hair or skin, to breathe in your scent to his heart's content and purr low praises into your ear: "Good boy,"

And, if you're especially good, he lets you use his ass as a pillow. He'll growl and grumble about not being able to scent you or hold you, but he'll soon be sleeping peacefully with you slumbering on his large ass.

Imagine Bear Price who, between the long stretches of sleep, get's horny. It's a natural reaction from sleeping next to his naked mate, wanting to feel you and hear your moans, but he doesn't have the energy to actually fuck. His lethargy turns the feeling of languid arousal into Hell.

Both of you try to initiate a couple of times; fumbling beneath the sheets, wandering hands roaming and groping as far as they can reach, his teeth nibbling on your neck and your hungry lips laying hickeys on his thick neck. Not wanting to undo the tangle of limbs you two end up grinding against each other, breathing the same air between kisses as sweet pleasure burns in your belies.

Then you stop just long enough to grab the lube, and Price's mind, still half way in lala land, only needs a couple of seconds of inaction to pull him back into deep sleep. By the time you return to him he's already snoring, limbs reaching out to grip you tightly and pull you close, but all thoughts of sex are forgotten.

And Price is so, so, angry with himself when he wakes up and realizes he left you high and dry again, shame eating away at his stomach because what kind of bear leaves his mate unsatisfied? The unworthy kind.

Imagine Bear Price who's mind is blown when you suggest cockwarming. Hibernation is about sleeping and relaxing, not strenuous sex, so the thought of being able to feel you while still fulfilling his body's need to rest? Oh it gets him hard.

It takes a while to figure out the perfect position, Price is too big and heavy to lay on top of you without crushing you, and his fingers earn to grip and hold you close so spooning him viable either.

Finally you end up with him laying on his back, legs spread with you laying on top of him and oh, it's perfect. You can feel him purr as you slide inside his blistering hot hole, his strong arms wrapping around you and claws scrapping along your spine. "That's my boy, perfect f' daddy." He mumbles through the fog of sleep, throwing one heavy leg over yours to keep you close.

You can't help the shudder that races down your spine, his musky earthy scent curling in your nose and making your cock throb inside him. You only stretching him long enough to be able to take you without tearing something, and Price relishes the slight sting of pain nibbling on his nerves when your cock hardens.

You don't try to fuck him, by the time you're fully settled inside him he's already snoozing. A slow roll of your hips and the resulting tightening of his hole is enough to sate your lust when it arises, enough to keep you half hard and stretching him out. His pecs make such a good pillow, thick fluffy fur and chest hair tickling your skin, the slow and calm beating of his heart lulling you to sleep before you know it.

Imagine Bear Price who gets an insatiable sweet tooth. There’s not a single secret stash in his room that doesn’t have his favorite bottle of honey in it. Hell, there’s more honey hidden in his room than cigars.

And his lazy mind decides to combine his hunger with honey with his hunger for you.

"Hold still for daddy, baby boy." Price mumbles against your abdomen, big hand gripping your hip to keep you still so not a drop of the honey he drizzles on your cock goes to waste. "Good." He purrs, wide tongue lolling out of his mouth to lap at your tip, claws massaging the skin beneath them.

He can spend hours laying between your legs, lazily lavishing your cock with attention while satisfying his craving for sweets. Whine and moan as much as you want, uselessly buck your hips as best you can against his unfair strength, nothing will make him rush — with his energy drained he'll spend meticulous minutes following every vein on your cock with his tongue before he even thinks of gently suckling on your tip. "Relax my boy, just enjoy this." He mutters, lips pressed against the sticky flesh of your shaft.

And when he does take you into his mouth, it's just as slow. His mouth hangs open so you can see your tip resting on his tongue before he laps at your slit, drool and honey running down his chin and sticking the strands of his beard together. When all the honey is in his stomach he just drizzles more, nibbling on your thighs or stomach to keep his mouth and mind occupied with you before starting the torturous process all over again.

The slow torturous pleasure is easy to endure just so you can see his eyes light up when you start leaking precum.

Imagine Bear Price absolutely loves loves loves the salty tang your cum adds to the sweet honey, the delicate combination of flavor dancing on tongue and only fueling his gluttonous mind to demand more.

The distinct taste is the only way to cut through the fog of lazy pleasure in his mind, turning him greedy. Price mumbles and growls incoherent words around your cock as he swallows you down to the root, swallowing around you and holding you down when you try to buck up. "My boy tastes so good." He mumbles as he rises up, nuzzling his cheek against your weeping tip, looking up at you with hungry blue eyes. "Just for daddy, yeah?"

"Ye-yes sir." You whimper through your clenched teeth, your head lolling back against the pillows when he swallows you whole again, your tip bumping against the back of his throat. "Just fo- fuck, fuck,- just for you." You don't know how he doesn't choke on you but you don't have the mental faculties to even think about that when your brains are leaking through your cock.

Price smiles around your cock, the purr rattling his chest and making his throat vibrate around you. "Smart boy," He praises after he pulls off, precum and honey swirling on his tongue as he takes the moment to savor the taste. He knows how close you are, he can feel the cum churning your balls when he rolls them in his rough palm. "You can give daddy a bit more, can't you?"

You honestly don't know how long you will last.

Imagine Bear Price who can get so insatiable he growls like a tractor when you try to weakly push him off your cock, so aroused that you think even the slightest gust of wind will make you pop.

Price bites your thigh enough to hurt and only his hand squeezing down on the base of your cock keeps you from cumming. "And where do you think you're going boy?" He demands, claws digging into your skin to pull your hips closer, little kitten licks of his tongue driving you to the brink of madness.

"S-Sir!" You moan before you can stop yourself, your hips twitching uselessly against his hands, thighs shaking. "'m sorry, I'm fuck, I'm so close." You whimper, fat tears rolling down your cheeks. Every nerve in your system is on fire, pleasure so strong it's turned to pain along your body.

Price huffs, but his tight hold lessens. "It's alright sweet boy," He hums, placing a sweet kiss on your cock head. "I know how you can make it up to daddy."

Imagine Bear Price who's only placated when you slide your cock back inside him. Your muscles ache from the strength it takes you to hoist his heavy legs over your shoulders and keep them there, but your rewarded with the tightening of his sweet hole, a pleased rumble leaving his throat.

“G-good boy-.” He growls, long claws scratching down your back as you pound into him. Your thrusts are slow but deep, making his toes curl every time you bottom out, tip scraping his prostate and making his cock spurt a dollop of precum with every thrust. “Fucking daddy so deep. I taught you well, yeah?”

"Yes, yes, yes!" You agree to everything he says without hearing any of his words, your body moving automatically to bully your dick into him. Every thrust is heaven and every second spent pulling out from his tight heat is hell, the sensitive veins of your cock scraping against his walls.

He moans when you manage to clip his prostate with your thrusts, one clawed hand sliding down to grip your hip hard enough to bruise. "Harder boy," He demands, rolling his hips to meet you half way, other hand raising up to scruff you. "You can go har-hm!- harder. . . don't you wan- fuck, want to make daddy feel good?"

Clenching your eyes shut you slam into him as hard as you can, feeling the fat widening his frame jiggle with every hard thrust. Without thinking Price pulls your head down to smother you in his pecs, soft fluffy fur tickling your face as the ample flesh suffocates you. The sweet scent of honey mixed with his musk erases any vestiges of sentient thought in your head, leaving your animal brain to pick up the pieces — Pin him down harder and mate him, rut into him until he's roaring with his full chest, his hard cock slapping against your stomach.

Price reacts to the change in your behavior by pressing your face even harder against his chest, his walls clenching around your cock like a vice so you have to try harder to push into him. Price’s lips brush against your ear, voice low and rumbly. “My boy, come in daddy.” He urges you on, both legs now tightly wound around your waist so you can only hump your aching cock into him. “Co-mh!- cum, cum in me son, you want to be good for daddy right?”

That's all it takes to drive you over the edge, mind going black like a piece of paper as your orgasm rocks through you with the intensity of lighting. The sensation of your hot cum spilling into his hole triggers his own orgasm and he cums with a thunderous roar, sticky seed shooting across your abdomen.

You collapse on top of him, his legs keeping your softening cock inside him, not that you have even a single functioning muscle to try to pull out. His big hand cradles your skull, honey flavored lips placing soothing kisses on your temple. "That's my boy." Price murmurs, his chest rumbling with a soft purr. "Did so well for me." He yawns, eyelids fluttering as that fog of lethargy settles over both of you. "Now rest," The order is spoken in the softest voice he's ever used, and it works like a horse tranquilizer on you.

As you drift off to sleep, you feel his hole clench around your soft cock, the cum inside him squelching as his body unconsciously tries to persuade yours into filling him up just a bit more.

It's gonna be a long winter.

[violet-1scrazy]

catch me if you can

pairings - ethan landry x reader

warnings - mentions of murder/violence

a/n - THIS IS MY FIRST FIC! i wrote this because i cant find any new ethan landry fanics😒 WAIT BC WHY DID I KIND OF EAT😛 anyways please send me tips and someone TELL ME HOW TO LET PPL SEND REQUESTS😫 anyways, thank you😘💕

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the cold, night air tickled your skin as you walked along an empty nyc street. you shivered, the only thing your wearing is a tank top, jeans, and a thin cardigan.

you looked around, seeing how dark it actually is, all of the stores closed and there being no billboards or tall buildings at your location.

you thought about how easy it would be for ghostface to just pop out of a dark alley and gut you. your stomach turned even thinking about it.

you picked up your pace, your thought taking over your mind. you stopped in your tracks when you walked past an alley way and heard something crunch, like someone was stepping on something.

you looked down the dark alley, it only being lit by a dim light. your hands started to sweat, thinking about all of the possibilities of what could happen right now.

just as you were about to walk away, you saw a tall figure standing in the alleyway. it started moving closer and then your heart dropped. its ghostface.

you tried to run but the man in the costume pulled you into the alley and pinned you against the walk, his grip strong.

you tried to scream but his gloved hand covered your mouth. you tried to push him off but he wouldn’t budge. he wouldnt move so you punched his mask covered face, hard.

“ow!” the masked figure said, holding his jaw. you were confused when he started to laugh, your eyebrows scrunched. he took off his mask and you saw a familiar face, it was ethan.

“oh my god ethan!” you said, pushing him. he wouldnt stop laughing. “you’re such a dick!” you said, grinning and wiping your eyes. he looked up at you. you almost melted, looking into his dark brown eyes.

“im sorry.” he said, trying not to laugh. he kissed your forehead, relief washing over you. he took off his ghostface robe, him wearing a long sleeve shirt and jeans. some of his brown curls stuck to his forehead from sweat. god if looks could kill, you’d drop dead.

he wrapped his arm around your waist and walked to your apartment with you. you leaned your head on his shoulder, glad you’re not dead.

[strrvnge]

The 1

part 2

Warnings : just pure angst, cheating 

Summery: your relationship with Stephen through the years till the day you decide to suprise him for his birthday only it was him who suprised you.

You can't imagine how many times I put on Folklore while writing this.

Drowned in a blissful silence you rested your tired head on his chest, as you played with the fabric of his Tshirt while he twirled some locks of your hair around his fingers. You hadn't spoken a word since you got at his apartment, both of you too exhausted after another long shift. You were laying on the bed, some long forgotten songs playing in the backround from Stephen's playlist.

You didn't pay much attention to them however, just on the heartbeat of his heart. You and Stephen have been going out with for almost a year now. You met him through a friend on his last year in med school, he was a couple years ahead of you and arrogant yet you hit it off immediately.

Drowsiness took over you and as time passed your eyelids felt heavier making it impossible for you to keep your eyes open. Tugging him closer to you, you buried your face in the crook of his neck, before taking a deep breath, inhaling his strong cologne.

"We should really do somethjng about this sniffing habit of yours" he chuckled. Nodding you wrapped your other hand around his waist, hugging him tightly, nuzzling further into his neck His hand found its way under your tshirt that you had stole from him, slowly rubbing small circles on your back, as you gave him a few goodnight kisses on his neck.

"Oh someone's sleepy"

"Can I please spend the night here? I don't want to go back to my cold, Stephenless home", you pouted.

"Stephenless hm?" You didn't have to look to know he was smiling widely.

"Oh yes"

"You know I've been looking for that tshirt this whole week. I thought I lost it" You always loved Stephen's clothes from his sweatshirts to some bands Tshirts he so obsessively collected. They were big and warm but most importantly they smelled like him. So of course you had managed to take a little something from his wardrobe every time you spend the night there which was quite frequent.

"Well you should have asked me over sooner. Maybe then you would have found it sooner. Its not my fault you're neglectful and irresponsible"

"Irresponsible?" He scoffed his hand going down along your rib cage.

"And disorganized. Not knowing where you leave your things. Jesus I could never-" you were cut off by your giggles, as he mercilessly started tickling you.

"Stop you vile man!" You yelled immediately pulling away from his touch getting into a sitting position, glaring at him.

Annoyed by him for cruelly taking advantage of your sensitive spots you layed beside him, keeping your distance though.

"What no cuddles? Shame I could feel my arm falling asleep by now", you looked at him agry from the corner of your eye

"You suck Stephen"

"Well you swallow"

"Not because I want to", you mumbled before a stupid wide smiles appeared in both of your faces and you brusted into laughter. Stephen turned on his side to take a better look of your red by now face.

"I still dont forgive you for this bulgary of yours but I suppose you're lucky you look cute on it"

"It wouldnt be the first time. But thanks. You're kinda cute yourself…only kinda though"you said staring at the ceiling.

"Good to hear" His eyes lingered on your beautiful face, trying to memorize every little detail of it, your awfully kissable lips, your bright eyes. It was like every star in the cosmos shone through them.

He really hated that he caught himself smiling at those silly thoughts. But you were breathtaking and the only thing he could you was stare at your beauty in awe. And it wasn't just your pretty face that he liked about. It was that beautiful mind of yours too even when late at night when you thought of the silliest things known to humankind to ramble about.

"Stephen", you whispered sweetly and he hummed. "Can I tell you a secret?"

"Sure but I'm gonna tell everyone even if they don’t ask" You met his gaze and he pushed back some hair that got in your eyes.

"Ok I don't mind I guess" you looked back at the ceiling feeling your cheeks heating up."I think I like you" you said after taking a deep breath for courage. 

"Oh you like me? Good because we've been going out for a year so it could be kinda awkward if you said didn't",  he joked but stopped he noticed your worried expression "I guess I kinda like you too"

Lie. No one could simply like you in Stephen's mind. You were so amazing, so perfectly imperfect it killed him. It killed him how he couldn't simply like you like he promised himself he would do with every girl he went out with.

"No you don't understand. I really really like you…yes you can be an anenormously stubborn pain in the ass, sometimes your perfect fucking self does so well that it gets so much in your head i have to wonder how you can even put a shirt on-you know because your head gets too big- "

"Please take a breath because I think you might explode", he cut you off and you bit your inside cheek. "We can talk about it tomorrow"

"No no. What I mean is that…I think I'm falling in love with you"

Stephen stared at you not speaking word. 

"Go to sleep Y/N", he placed a kiss on the top of your head before pulling against his chest.

For one more time you drowned in silence but it felt safe.You had found a home in him. Found comfort and affection and despite never actually saying the words you knew he loved you back just as much as you loved him.

Soon years passed and from lovesick teenagers full of big dreams you grew up . Both of you got your degrees and things couldn't feel more right. All those big dreams you talked about in late midnight conversations suddenly could come true and they did. You were working in a hospital while simultaneously studying for your master and Stephen was slowly becoming that big, well accomplished neurosurgeon he always wanted.

With his first salary he took you out for dinner, somewhere fancy. You joked saying he would spoil you, and he said that was the goal, you made sure to thank him heartwarmingly somewhere private. After two months you left your tiny apartments and got one together. Nothing could ever compare with the agony and enthusiasm of those days of searching for the perfect apartment.

 Somewhere where you would decorate together without annoying roommates, making new memories in each corner of it, creating a home. And even though both of you had just started working and your income was low it didn't matter because you were living everything together.

You were there after his first surgery and treated him with ice cream and a day in the amusement park and he was there at all those nights you were exhausted, crying over your books. Then he forced you to go out walking for clean air and when you got back you studied together.

Lightning up the candles you catch a glimpse of yourself on the elevator's mirror.

God you were smiling like such an idiot.

Noticing the already wide smile reached your ears and you quickly looked away, not believing how excited you were. You've never been this happy for birthday. But this wasn't just birthday, it was Stephen's. You've been searching the internet two months ago looking for the perfect cake, something not too sweet, nor too simple or childish yet fun and nice. You had to please Stephen fucking Strange so you knew it was a challenge.

Approaching the door of your shared apartment on your tiptoes you tried your hardest to unlock the door without making noise or dropping the cake.

"Thanks for remembering" You heard him talking on the phone in the kitchen, so you closed the door behind you.

"No. No fancy party this year. I was supposed to spend the day with Y/N but out of the blue she had to replace a friend at work. So there i am all alone’’, he chuckled probably talking to some colleague of his.

You smirked again not believing how well your plan had worked. He would complain to his friend about how he was all alone and you would pop out and surprise him.

With slow and steady steps you walked to the kitchen the voices of both Stephen and the person on the phone now audible. You halted, furrows appeared on your forehead as you tried to listen closely to their conversation in hope of recognizing the person on the other line.

"Yes she has a night shift. That's, that's actually a great idea. We could go to that Chinese you've always nagged me about"

"I really had fun last Friday, Stephen" your eyes widened in realisation. Christine.

"I actually, I just wanted to say that. Last Friday was truly really great. I enjoyed myself even when that new waiter spilled wine all over your dress" You heard Christine laugh at the other line "Who would have guessed the only thing we had to do to keep up with the fun was to take it off"

Your heart skipped a beat. What?

"Just let me call Y/N to make sure she won't come home early and then you can come over" Turning around Stephen's smile dropped as he met your gaze.

Awkwardly and confused you stood in front of the kitchen's door firmly holding a box with cake against your chest. With slightly open jaw Stephen stared at you, the question of how long you had stood there torturing his mind.

He looked so guilty you hated it. A part of you believed it was just a misunderstanding, a failed joke with sexual innuendo be used Stephen, your Stephen could never, he just couldn't. But how could you believe that when he looked at you with such guilt and disappointment in his eyes?

"Stephen? Are you alright?"

Christine's voice brought you both back to reality. Looking down at the cake youve never felt before as naive and stupid as you did now. Blowing the candles you looked at him waiting to say anything, anything that would soothe your internal panic.

"No it's nothing" He said and you placed the cake on the nearest counter, your hands shaking in the process. Stephen frowned. You had brought a cake for him? You were out all afternoon pretending to be at work just to surprise him when he would miserably spend his birthday all alone. His heart started racing.

Your mouth was dry, you wanted to gulp but then your throat was burning from all the tears you held back. He didn't say anything, he truly didn't. And that hurted you more than anything.

"I have to go" he hung up not waiting for a reply and you just stared at each other.

You really wished he had done or said something. Instead he looked at you like an idiot. You deserved an explanation, you deserved him trying to apologize, say you didn't understand that your assumptions were wrong, you deserved something. Anything.

A pathetic part of you even wished he would just lie. Say it was a joke, say that you misheard, that he would never, never do such a thing to you because he loved you. The worst part was that that desperate part of you would have believed him. if it meant the dream would last a little longer, if his love would have lasted a little longer. Suddenly rage took over you.

"I can explain" He quickly said and you shut your eyes scoffing.

"There's no need" you glared at him, a bitter tone he never heard you having before.

"No, no you- , I can explain. I can. It's not what-"you raised an eyebrow waiting for him to finish his sentence "what you think it is"

Stephen bit his lower li, the realisation of how stupid he sounded hitting him.

"Well that's original" You scoffed, "It must have taken you a while coming up with that."

"Y/N" You looked away.

God why did your name have to sound so sweet when he said it?

Why did it have to be Christine? Why? Why her? From every other girl in New York it had to be the one girl he told you not to worry about. You knew you shouldn't think of her as a threat otherwise there was no reason staying with Stephen at all but you couldn't ignore how she looked at him. How she was there for him in moments you couldn't and all that time she spent with him at the hospital. There were days he had a 16 hours surgery and you didn't see him at all that day. But she did.

Holding back your tears you turned around you rushing to your bedroom. Why tonight? Why at all actually? You really wanted Stpehen to be the one. You really wished you'd never have to go through the whole phase of dating and getting to know someone else, simply because you didn't want to. No one would compare to your Stephen and even if someone did you didnt care. He wasn't your Stephen. Your smart, funny, stubborn, arrogant Stephen.

"Y/N!", you heard him yell your name but you didn't reply.

"What are you doing!?" He gawked at you as you took all your clothes out of the closet and threw them into a bag. "Stop it! Let's talk" He grabbed a T-shirt from your hands before you could put it inside the bag.

You refused to look at him, not wanting him to notice your glossy eyes. "I don't think there is anything to talk about Stephen" your voice is weak , afraid if you talk louder it would crack.

"Seriously? Aren't you going to say at least something?" he grabbed your bag from your hands forcing you to face him.

"Like what?’’ you wrapped your hand into a fist, nails digging into the skin ‘’ What do you want me to do? Cry, yell, beg for you not to leave me when you so obviously want to? I don't want to embarrass myself anymore Stephen. Or make you unhappy by forcing you to stay with me. If you don't like me why couldn’t you just say it? I would have left Stephen I really would have for you. Instead you lie and cheat’’

For one more time Stephen just stares at you. The man who always had some witty remarks was finally silent.

‘’Please don't tell me you want to cry’’ you went to grab your bag but he pulled back not letting you take it.

‘’Don’t do this’’, he whispered ‘’Please just don’t’’

‘’Of course I will’’ you said confused not understanding how he could ask you such thing ‘’Give me my bag-just give it to me!" You tried to grab it from him but he wouldn't let you.

Sighing, you took a step back and sat on the bed,knowing he wouldn't let you go that easily. He stayed silent as if he was trying to understand himself what was happening, deciding what he should do next.

"You love me you won't leave me" He said and you covered your face with your hands " I am the only good in your life,you said it"

"Well you're no good now, are you?" You helplessly whispered "Stephen I- '' taking a deep breath you stood up "I honestly don't know what went wrong with us, I really thought things were great but obviously they weren't. I don't want to talk because simply there is nothing to be said. I'm not gonna ask you to explain what made you do this nor am I going to ask you to give it another try so we can talk about it , say we will make it work and we will be happy one day. I'm not gonna say that because I simply don't believe we will. For some reason -I don't understand we can't make it work, we just can't" You stood up and walked to him, finding enough strength to look at his eyes.

"I love you. I am not gonna deny that no matter how much it hurts. But I'm not that desperate or pathetic to stay with you and you know it" Taking a last good look at him you touched his hand before taking your bag from his grip.

You really wished he would say something. Perhaps that he loved you but never did so why would he now?

Leaving your once shared bedroom you headed to the door suddenly, your eyes welling up with all the tears you tried so hard to hold back. You stopped in front of the door and looking down at the key of your apartment the realization hit you. This was the end.

Was it too late for you to run back inside the room and forgive him? You were together for many years after all. But then again the thought of him kissing you, having sex with you while in the meantime fucking Christine pained you.

Leaving the keys on a small tray you opened the door only to find Christine ready to ring the bell.

"Oh Y/N!" startled she exclaimed, all dolled up holding a bottle of red wine. Any previous sadness has suddenly turned into pure anger and disgust. Giving her the cold shoulder you rushed out of the apartment into the elevator.

But it would've been sweet

If it could've been you.

[sailorhyunjinz]

SKZ SHORT REACTION TO YOU ALWAYS CRYING , WHINING , AND RUBBING YOUR FACE INTO THEM DURING SEX 😭🥺🥺 CUTE FDDFFGG

It just always feels so good and overwhelming to have fat cock inside of your tiny pussy 🥺

Also ilysm <33 hry ?

-🐈

KITTEN! how are youuu~? i’m doing just fine, thank you for asking ^^

also... wish i could relate but do i get dick? no, none. ASHAHSHSA

OK QUICK REACTION (aka cherry word vomits) LEGO

warnings; dom!skz x gn!reader, dacryphilia, explicit sexual scenes, slight impact play, moaning, sex (well no fucking shit), orgasm,,, uh what more,,

before starting lemme just say this; as a collective THEY LOVE IT, EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM LOVES IT but sure... some more than others 

Bangchan

nah mate you got him whipped 

W H I P P E D

just imagine holding him close and rubbing your face against his muscles while he’s just going at it OH LORD-

he already likes being in control

and when you show that you are weak in the presence of this dominant aura it just boosts that aura tenfolds.

i dont think he’d go as far as to see you cry but like tear up yk?

but BRUH HE LOSES HIS SHIT WHEN YOU’RE CLINGY

your toes curling as you try to move away from his touch, him already beginning on your fourth orgasm that night

you try to hold on to anything which is most likely his broad shoulders (oop drooling a bit)

DUDE HAS THEM GUNS TO BE ABLE TO MANHANDLE YOU WITH EASE

which he does... a lot 

but he would always ask if you felt comfortable and would remind you to use the safeword because caring dom shit 

whine his name and BYE- he cums

would ask you to say it louder

“let everyone hear how good im making my baby feel”

Minho

SKSKASK all of you guys are going to say that i’m stereotyping minho

BUT IT MUST BE SAID

he likes it to a certain extent

if you belong to the more extremely squirmy people chances are he would get kinda annoyed having to hold you down LMAO

THATS NOT TO SAY THAT HE DOESNT LOVE SEEING YOU WRECKED

nononono honey... this man is corruption kink in human form

crying >>>>> moaning

WELL THATS MY GUESS

he’d be all cocky about it

“only i can make you feel like that baby?” 

WAIT LISTEN TO THIS

he has a whole ass folder on his phone that’s just pictures of you being completely wrecked 

he uses them to jerk off 110%

it can really be any kind of pictures but his favorite is the one where you have both cum and tears running down your face

somebody take the internet away from me 

Changbin

awh binnie baby likes it v v much 

it let’s him know how much you are enjoying it which is more important then getting his own pleasure

oof service top binnie?? ok stop cherry dont LMAO

weak for your whining 100%

especially if it’s all like,, high pitched and cute I CANT-

ngl it gets him even hornier 

you’re feeding his horny monster by holding onto him, scratching his back and leaving all kinds of marks. 

just gonna say it; he likes seeing you desperate

“binnie~ i need you inside of m-me..”

say that and HE A GONER

BECAUSE HE LIKES SEEING OTHERS WANT HIM (i know all your secrets dont even try to hide it you smug hot mf)

because of his buff arms he would have no problem pinning you down if you squirmed around too much 

his sturdy arms in contrast with your quivering body OH GAWD

“you want me? beg then” 

and you can’t simply ask 

you need to whine it

IT DOESNT HAVE TO SOUND CUTE

just desperate ;)))

Hyunjin

the whole fucking rubbing your face and hair against him; in love

it doesnt even have to be against him

against the bed or against a pillow is enough to keep him going

your hair all disheveled when you look at him :((

“do i fuck you that good, baby?” he cooed at you, your head burried in a multitude of pillows. you nod, your hair in your face as your whole body jerks forward from his powerful thrust

we all know that this boy is vocal 

so you would have to be EVEN LOUDER to get him off

which you were

god you know the dance lives??

when he’s all sweaty and is heaving for air?

head empty. only that

yeah... he would like a clingy s/o

because then he can go around and be proud of himself that he made you cry in bed LMAO

he wouldnt tell it to anyone, seeing it more as a personal achievement HASHASH

a sucker of you being squirmy

gives him more reason to use force when pinning you down 

showing himself off a lil...

blushing mess if you compliment him on his muscles tho... 

Jisung

you know that video where felix bites a banana with the peel still on and jisung goes all “SPIT IT OUT YOU FUCK” 

yeah thats what happens when you start crying from how hard he’s going

he thinks he fucked up real bad

no dude you just hitting it too good (HASHASH bye im yeeting myself off a cliff)

crying in bed makes him scared but do you know what really gets him?

whining

A LOT OF IT

he loves how they go from small murmurs to full out long whines that are all uneven

some incoherent words mixed into them together with his name

he also loves how they sound mixed with his moans and growls

i feel like he’s very moved by sound

the mf that would record your moans no cap

i feel like he would be the one to rub his head against you??

yk missonary (wow cherry has nothing else to come with LMAO) he drops his head when he’s close to cumming, shaking his head slightly against your shoulder, his soft hair tickling you

he would be the one tearing up when he’s close

BECAUSE you feel too good wrapped around his aching dick :((

can we really blame him? 

Felix

OOOOH MY GOD 

OOOOOOOOOOOH MY GOD

he loves it

more than he should

all of it; the crying, the rubbing against him, the whining, the hair in your face LIkE OOF

why? because it gives him a sense of being in control 

he has you under his control which IS RARE FOR HIM

OK he subs for you a lot and then he does the same thing, probably even more than you do

yk the whole rubbing his hair against your chest as he’s whining at the top of his lungs

BUT HE REDEEMS THAT WHEN HE DOMS

which is perfect because then its a give and take situation

happy sexy times

where the both of you are enjoying it waaay to much

WAIT THIS

imagine him pounding you in missionary right.... and both of you cry!?!?!

two overwhelmed babies :(((

Seungmin

Puppyboy is all for it 

let me just say,,, he has a corruption kink SAHSSAHS 

OK I KNOW EVERYONE IS GOING TO BE LIKE

“cherry he’s so neat and tidy, how could he possibly have a corruption kink?”

THATS WHY. BECAUSE HE LOVES SEEING YOU ALL TIDY AT DAYTIME

but god forbid nighttime because then you are nothing but a drooling and crying mess, holding onto him for dear life as he mercilessly pounds into you 

i swear this dude is all about drastic changes like duality is in his DNA

and i feel like he likes people that have that same charm??!?

IMAGINE THIS RIGHT;

you’re riding him, tired and fucked out of your mind, eventually leaning down to his chest and nuzzling your face in the crook of his neck, crying from overstimulation

AND THIS MF lifts you up slightly and starts thrusting up into you 

thats it. 

i love him AHSHASH

Jeongin

it would take a while for him to get used to you crying in bed 

first time it happened he got scared, stopped and hugged you, apologizing like a thousand times

you all like “...it was just getting good?”

he doesn’t understand shit at first???

“b-but why are you crying then? tell me the truth y/n”

“but i am?” 

after you explained that it just happens to you he’d nod and continue

after a while... he starts liking it

and if you one time don’t cry he’d be confused again, this time saying;

“did you not l-like it?” 

“dork, of course i did” you say ruffling his hair and he feels relieved hearing you say that 

ah cutie :(((

ALSO the whining and the squirming; total sucker for that LMAO 

OK IMMA SLEEP NOW holy shit my back is scoliosis central rn and im so damn nervous for my exam tomorrow AAAAAAH fuck fuck fuck 

ANYHOW HOPE THIS WAS FUN READING <333

[virtual-luvr]

Attention

Pairing: Hawks x Reader

Pronouns: none used, gn

Content: like one curse word, fluff, kissing, pining, Hawks needing attention

Description: you better give this man attention before he dies

Note: paRT TWO FINALLY POGCHAMP. This is long overdue, im so sorry. I remember someone wanted me to tag them so ill em here :D @urlocalchangeling

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Part one is here

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Your pencil hit the white paper, the scratching being the only thing you hear throughout the whole room.

Well besides the rustling of a certain someones on your bed.

"Keigo, stop that please"

A groan emits from beneath the sheets and Hawks head pops up from underneath them.

"Im just trynna get comftorable sweet heart" His speech is slurred and his eyes are droopy. Almost completely closed and he wasnt even looking in the direction you were facing.

It was honestly a little bit funny.

You let out a small sigh, surprised hes even trying to sleep since its daytime.

"I have work bubbas, why are you even trying to sleep its daytime. You're ruining your own schedule."

"Well you aren't paying attention to me so I guess I'll just do what I like most" He says in a matter of a fact tone.

After that he huffs and pulls the blanket on top of him once again. His red wings peaking out a little, some of the feathers falling onto the ground.

The wind picked up through the open window in the room and some of the feathers flew up. The winding guiding them slowly, one even falling on your desk.

Picking it up the red color of the feather shined brightly and vibrant.

The feather suddenly gets a mind of its own and tickles your face, nose scrunched up you look back at where you last saw Keigo.

Son of a bitch layed there with a smirk on his face, sun shining on his face perfectly, illuminating his features and his eyes feeling like their piercing through you.

"Stop distracting me, I have to do this work, ill give you attention later okay?"

"Please just take a small break and give me some attention" He elongates his word and his voice goes up a pitch.

"Keigo, no"

"Keigo, yes"

And with that your ass is now out of your chair and you're in the middle of the room, Keigo hugging you tightly. Wings wrapped around you and Keigo nestling into the nape of your neck.

The movement of all of that was so swift and fast you barelt noticed when Keigo brought you out of your seat.

Without thinking he leaves a small kiss where his head was placed. The moment felt so intimate, even if your relationship was only platonic at the moment.

Of course, everyone else around you had noticed the pining that you both had for eachother. But neither of you said a word about it, a silent confirmations that it wouldn't be talked about for as long as possible.

But you can't really ignore it as much anymore.

You try to push away the butterflies in your stomach, his breath making it incredibly difficult when it hit your skin.

The sounds of his wings flapping brought you back to Earth. Hawks breath becoming a little bit shaky and he hugs you tighter.

Your hands held on to nothing and that probably made Keigo feel ignored.

Instantly you hug him back once you notice the sudden change in his demeanor.

Breath stilled, his wings and muscles no longer tensed up. 

Pressing a gentle kiss to the side of his head, you smile and give him a big bear hug.

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Later on in the day you sat with your laptop once again. Since last time you werent very productive because of a certain someone.

Instead of at a desk this time you sat yourself somewhere that could give you more room to work with.

So living room it is !

The couch was comfy and soft and curhsioned well enough that you wouldnt hurt your back or anything if you stayed for long.

After your little 'moment' and hang out with Keigo he took a nap. So you took that opportunity and started doing work while he was out cold.

After an hour or so you had almost finished all your work and you were ready to get some rest.

That was until a sneaky bird man decided he wanted more attention. This time more impatient then the last.

He really woke up and chose violence.

The comftorable silence in the living room is gone as soon as you heart the thudding of Keigo's feet hitting the floor and running out of the room he was sleeping in.

"Hey, did you sleep we-"

Laptop has been taken away from you once again and this time Keigo makes it so hes on your lap instead.

When you look down his face is smushed into your stomach, somewhat, comftorably and his body is draped over the long sofa.

His arms hug your waist and he just sits there, eyes closing again and its almost like he was about to fall asleep again right then and there.

"Keigo what the hell"

"Shut up i got lonely"

"I was almost done with my work-"

"Yeah yeah whatever, cuddle me"

He moves his head so he can look at you and he glares at you when you dont pay attention to him.

You look to the side for one split second and suddenly Hawks grabs your face so he can make sure your giving him all tthe attention.

Both of you stared at one another for what felt like longer then it should have, the sheepishness you felt at the moment did not go unnoticed by Keigo.

He only gives you a stare full of love, his eyes left nothing but adoration for you. You didnt know it in that moment but yours did as well.

You both lean in hesitantly before going into a short, but passionate kiss.

Breaking off the kiss Keigo mutters a sentence that makes you roll your eyes in, fake, annoyance; "so can i get your attention now?"

[1006 words; Jan 15, 2021]

[vampiretickles]

sk8 t-word headcanons

So,, episode 10 absolutely killed me!! I was in tears, and I’m so happy for them,,, and scared for episode 11.

Aaaaaanyways..

im a bit embarrassed to post this, but since theres basically no tickling content for them, i guess ill have to make some myself

this ended up being quite a long post haha

LANGA:

- absolute baby

- After hearing him laugh, Reki was definitely obsessed. I can imagine him just straight up asking him if he’s ticklish, and Langa says yes, because he’s oblivious.

- Que Reki tickling the shit outta him. Just taking in his beautiful laughter and cute smile

- Langa doesn’t mind it, as long as its from someone he likes, like Reki, Cherry, Joe, Shadow, or Miya

- gets cheerup tickles from Joe

- It definitely reminds him of good memories of his dad; he might get a bit emotional afterwards, but honestly it only makes him wanna be tickled more

- sides, ribs, armpits, thighs, are all very sensitive, but honestly tickling him anywhere would give him a reaction

- he definitely snorts, and can tolerate a lot of tickling

- As a ler, he probably just stares blankly for the most part, but if someone like Reki gives a cute reaction? God he’ll blush for days, and give a little smile

- laughs along with the lee

- he probably won’t do it too often, but if asked to tickle someone, he would be really chill and do it happily

- not much for teasing, at least not on purpose

- tickles Miya a lot

- gives Reki plenty of kisses when tickling him

- switch

REKI:

- a walking tickle spot

- absolute sunshine boy

- GOD his smile is precious and sweet, and his laugh sounds like honey, he radiates warmth

- I’d say his feet are the most sensitive, anything there will get him screaming

- he likes to laugh, and be close to people he likes. so yes, he definitely likes it

- loves hugs afterwards, no matter if hes lee or ler

- loves ticklish kisses on his neck from Langa

- soft tummy soft tummy

- raspberries make him go wild

- knees and thighs are totally ticklish

- he miiiight provoke people, puts his feet up, even over peoples laps, wears crop tops and stretches his arms up a lot, so his tshirt rides up and all his spots like armpits, sides, and tummy are right out in the open

- definitely gets tickled a lot by Joe or Cherry, for being silly or just because hes cute

- snorts, wheezes, everything. loud, very loud

- silliest most playful ler

- tickles Langa and Miya the most

- tells them how cute they are

- always laughs a long

- rapidly switches spots to get the lee giggling

- lots of verbal teasing

- total switch

- loves tickle fights

- tickles Miya to put the lil shit in his place

JOE:

- hes ticklish in a few places

- ya gotta really dig into his sides, to get sweet giggles

- his hips and neck are probably the most ticklish

- has very loud, bright, handsome, but boyish laughter

- cute and sweet smile

- he isn’t opposed to being tickled, but wouldnt provoke or ask for it... most of the time

- very much a dad to Reki, Langa, and Miya, he always tickles them

- he also tickles cherry a lot when they’re throwing insults and bickering

- but also because he loves hearing cherry laugh and struggle beneath him

- tickling his armpits lightly will turn him into a puddle of giggles

- snoorrttts

-  He is definitely more of a ler, and a silly, dadlike, happy ler

-”oh it tickles does it? Here? oh and youre ticklish here as well?! does thiis tickle? wow kid, youre just a bundle of giggles”

- sucker for cute reactions

- stops when hes asked to, mostly

- good at restraining people, because of his strength

- gives the best hugs, in general, but especially after tickling someone

- especially melts when one of the kids disolves into bright, happy, cackles

- gives them a kiss on the forehead or cheek afterward

- pokes everyone, always

- he will find it funny if one of the kids, or  even cherry tries to tickle him

- he lets them, but be prepared to get wrecked after

- he probably lets cherry tickle him the most... because he loves getting the attention from him

CHERRY:

- he is veerry ticklish

- he repsonds more to light tickles, harder ones will just hurt

- bratty lee, secretly loves it from Joe, but will never admit that (Joe is already well aware, and thinks its cute af)

- his armpits and belly are most ticklish, but is ticklish everywhere

- restrained, light giggles, until he reaches a certain point, where you get wheezy cackles and belly laughter

- gets very embarrassed when tickled. he also definitely cries of happiness

- kisses/raspberries on his tummy will leave him red, and giggling

- his bellybutton is definitely his worst spot, even blowing on it is enough to send him into hysterics

- he also finds back tickles relaxing, and he’ll giggle a bit. Softly tracing his tummy, is also relaxing, but way more ticklish

- has very ticklish toes

- he definitely provokes Joe to tickle him, by being slightly meaner than usual

- expects a massage and nice meal afterwards lol

- as a ler, he tickles the kids whenever they do something silly or stupid, as punishment

- he might tease them, mainly tells them off. Miya gets tickled for his attitude a lot by him

- he thinks they are adorable, but never shows it. he cares for them deeply :)

- pokes Joe when they bicker, turns into a tickle fight

- he thinks Joe has the sweetest laughter, like music to his ears

- very nimble and precise fingers, absolutely deadly.

- he thinks tickling is foolish, but when he finds out Reki likes it, he starts tickling him a lot more, and secretly thinks its sweet

- always has a small, but kind smile when he tickles people, even if it was as punishment

- although, when he was younger, he would straight up go to Joe, arms in the air, and blush, avoiding eye contact, until Joe figured it out and tickled him

- probs more of a lee

SHADOW:

- yeah he’s definitely ticklish, but he doesn’t let people know that

- basically ticklish everywhere

- he saaays he doesn’t like it, but who knows if thats true

-if its one of the kids, he will let them do it for a second, before tickling them to tears

- mean ler

- lots of taunts, like, ‘are you really gonna let me get ya without a fight?’ or ‘you sure are sensitive!’

- he goes right to their worst spot, loves hearing them scream

- If its with a partner, he definitely likes being tickled, and will melt into a blushy mess if he’s tickled

- sides, feet, thighs, knees, and probably shoulders are ticklish

- has a very goofy laughter, and is a bit embarrassed about it

- he probably almost never tickles Joe or Cherry

-if he found out you like being tickled, you will never hear the end of it.

- he will also tickle you a lot

- ler leaning

MIYA:

- Like I’ve mentioned, he always gets tickled for his attitude

- silly childish laugh

- very loud belly laughs, and screams a lot

- gets tickled the most by everyone

- bright and silly smile

- says he hates it, doesn’t really, but he likes playing mean

- ticklish everywhere, especially ribs and feet

- curls into a ball, and hisses like a cat when poked

- he also pokes others a lot

- he’s practically asking for it, 24/7

- loves to provoke people in every way possible

- he doesn’t tickle people much, but likes wrecking his slimes friends every once in a while

- a lee for sure

- expects candy right after being tickled

- mean and teasy

- he finds out Reki likes tickling, and bullies him for it. He isn’t actually mean about it, as he likes it just as much

[insufferablelust]

ok, i know i just requested but i LOVE your writing. spencer is the dominant one, but one night you ask him if you can be in charge. to your surprise he said yes, so you maybe tie him to the bed and blindfold him. you edge him and make him beg. you give him after care, make she he is alright. maybe it ends in some fluff, him saying how you are cute when you take charge.

I swear i always got so excited when i get a request from this special princess right here, anways thank you for requesting ma’am! here’s some sub!spencer for all of us needy babies. As always excuse any errors thank you❤️

WARNINGS : OKAY SMUT- JUST FILTHY PORN OF Sub!Spencer x Dom!Reader, they’re actually both switch, Bondage, Slight Exhibitionism, the use of ‘Miss’, Edging, Short Ice play, Penetrative sex by riding, creampie, um what else.. oh! degradation a bit, and condensation from the reader too :) just some good ole FILTH okay + Cute Spencer :)

It started out as a suggestion you made at the beginning of your relationship, knowing the nature of your relationship, Spencer always had the upper hand when it comes to sexual things even during domestic days where you needed to be disciplined for being a stuck up brat, it’s your speciality after all.

What you suggested was that you would love to take control once in a while, you know one of the only things that you love about being dominated is to relinquish any control and let go, to be taken care of and Spencer is the epitome of the perfect dom.

But because of that very reason, you also want him to feel relaxed and relinquish control, just— to let go for a while, letting you to just take the wheel and dominate him in every way possible. You’ve made that suggestion long time ago, but it keeps circling back to your mind lately, one because Spencer has been taking care of you after an accident on a case, two you can see how frustrated he is with his work— even though you work together, he’s the type that clings onto specific cases like the one he kept talking about, and lastly, it’s just because... You just want to dominate him, to hear him beg, to see him so helpless and needy, to tease him, to edge him, and the list goes on and on that you are convinced that you will get him to submit to you, tonight.

Wrapping your arms around his shoulder from the back of his chair, you pressed a soft kiss on the side of his face as he chuckled softly and tilt his head to see you.

“Hi there, Agent Y/n,” his voice sounded scratchy and deeper today that you can’t help but to imagine how it would sound when he’s begging you to let him cum. Fuck, you cursed yourself for deciding to wear a bright colored pants today.

You rolled your eyes as an answer to his greeting before setting yourself on his lap sideways, thumb still trying to smoothen over the worry lines on his forehead but that doesn’t last long because he reached out to grip your wrist and whispered “Don’t dare roll your eyes at me, you know the damn rules Y/n”

Oh how you love a challenge but this time its going to be your rules not his. You placed your other hand on his before detaching his arms, and leaned down to whisper on his ear, lips barely brushing against the skin. “It’s my rules tonight, we will play by my game my rules and i’m in control.”

The shocked look on his face thats followed with a seductive whimper is enough to give you the affirmation you need to keep going. You tug on his tie, as you look around smiling at the sight of an almost empty office (everyone is grabbing lunch), before pressing your lips against his in a bruising manner.

Usually, he would’ve won the battle, but nothing about today or tonight is going to just be the ‘usually’ so you tug on his tie tighter that caught him off guard, which allowed you to slip your tongue past his sinful lips and devour his sweet sweet warm mouth. Your hips doesn’t miss the party either, grinding down right on his bulge as you pull back— watching his flustered cheeks and teary eyes.

“Aww Look at you, i’ve barely done anything and you’re ruined already. God i’ll have so much fun playing with you.” Your smiles scream mischievous, usually he would bend you over by now and spank you til your ass is every shades of blue and purple. But today— today he only whined as his hips bucks up against you.

“Do something.. baby please” Oh how sweet is this, his voice all raspy and desperation dripping out of it like fucking honey. You can’t help but to press down on his bulge, palm it slowly as you shake your head “Nuh uh, Good boys wait Doctor, you know that.” Your fake sympathetic pouts are what nearly sent him over the edge,

“You’ll p-pay fuck!- for this, Little one.” He let his dominant self shown for awhile before you wrap your fingers around his throat and clicking your tongue “That can wait until later but now, you’re my needy little thing now, so don’t get mouthy or i swear to god i’ll shove my dildo up those fuckable throat of yours.” Just as he was about to answer, you heard the ‘ding’ of the elevator, causing you to stand up before patting his bulge twice “Be a good boy, and maybe your punishment won’t be that hard.” you whispered before walking away to your desk.

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When Spencer arrived home, he wasn’t sure what to expect from you, he was excited of course, his raging hard on is still prominent- the reminiscent of your voice kept playing in his mind and that alone could make him burst then and there.

He walked to the bedroom you both shared, mouth agape at the sight of you wearing your black lingerie and he also sees your wand on top of the bed, smiling nervously as he approached you.

“Don’t just stare, Doctor. Come take a closer look at what you’ll be wearing.. or playing with tonight.” You grinned as you let him inspect the objects— sex toys. On top of the bed you’ve prepared were ropes, blindfold, your wand, and also some ice cubes on the metal bucket.

“M-miss you’ll use all of this on me?” His timid demeanor is so different from how he usually gets when he’s horny and the thought of blurring the line of submission and dominance is making you clench your thighs. You’re each other equal, with each of your own submissiveness and dominance. It’s all balanced and hearing it almost feels like an orgasmic experience.

“Yes, baby. But if at some point during our play time you feel the slightest bit comfortable you have to color out okay? coloring out doesn’t mean that you’re a disappointment but its to know your limits, okay?” He gladly nodded as his lips curled into a smile “I know miss.”

“I know you know, but you rarely becomes submissive and it can get pretty overwhelming especially if you have me as your dom, i hope you aren’t expecting orgasms soon.” With that and a loud whine from him, you stand up before ordering him to lay down on the bed right after you’ve places the blindfold on top of his eyes.

“Okay, baby. I’m going to tie you up now, if its too tight then tell me, communicate is key Spencer” You sternly said, earning a small “Yes, miss” from him. You picked the rope before tying both of his wrists onto the headboard and move down to tie each ankles to the bed post.

“How does it feel, Doctor? Too tight?”

“N-no miss, Just perfect..”

“Good, get ready for me to ruin you.”

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You’ve barely even touch him, ghosting your fingers on top of his neck, against his nipples and down to where his cock is hard against his tummy.

“You’re pathetic, look at you, making such a mess on yourself.” You scoffed, bending down to lick the very tip of his cock that rested against his stomach, causing him to jolt at the sensation and buck upwards. You gathered enough pre cum on your lips before pressing it onto his— kissing him in a soft manner this time, letting him savor his own taste from your mouth.

“mmh! miss please!” He whines, trying to gain some friction by bucking his hips upwards against the air which earned him a slap on his thighs, “This is my body, mine to use whenever i please so think again before you start begging.” You harshly whispered, as you bring the ice you’ve been holding and place it in between your mouth.

The cold sensation that trailed down his skin is almost unbearably pleasurable, the way it tickles his skin causing goosebumps to his wake and makes him squirm like a bitch in heat. Your lips trail down his tummy before the tip of your ice cube pressed tightly against the tip of his sensitive ruddy red cock— and you were shocked when you heard the loudest string of moans Spencer ever let out, biting your lip as you feel yourself soaking your own thighs.

“Ahh! fuck please miss! make me cum please!” His voice is strained and scratchy evidence that you teased him so good he lose his voice. The only answer you give him is “Quiet.” before leaving the ice cube to melt down against the tip of his cock, pulsing with need.

As the ice cube melts, you grab your wand before turning it on, setting the speed to the lowest level, and placing it on the veiny sides of his cock. He jumped suddenly as the vibrations ran through his body— he feels like every system inside him is exposed and raw.

“Oh fuck oh fuck! miss! Fuck M-may i cum?” Y/n contemplate as to let him cum or no, the sweet torture is too precious to give but you also know that you need to finish too somehow.

So without warning, you pulled the wand away, as spencer let out a frustrated whine, he was going to cum! “Don’t be fucking greedy or i swear to god i’ll tie you up right here, strap the wand on your messy cock and leave you to cum and cum again and again until you pass out.” you warned, as he took a deep breath and apologize, voice shaky. “Y-yes miss i’m so sorry.. I love you.” That’s a sign that he’s breaking into subspace and you definitely have to let him cum soon so he wouldnt far too deep.

“I love you baby, you’ve been so good for me, just a bit more okay? and then i’ll let you cum inside me hm?”

“Fuck! yes please miss!” His voice is needy and desperate as i slowly align the tip against my slit, before sinking down on his length— causing both of us to gasps and moan out loud. “Spencer Fuck! You’re so fucking big” You moaned as you threw your head back and start to bounce up and down his cock, making sure to fasten the pace with each thrust.

“Yes yes! your cunt feels so good miss!” He lets out noises that sounded so beautiful, almost like music to your ears, that fueled you to keep on bouncing on his cock, tightening your walls around him as you feel like you’re getting close.

“Baby! fuck yes yes! mmm i’m going to cum sweetheart” You laughed as he struggled to breath, your fingers pressing down on your throat as you roll your hips down. “Tell me.. tell me my genius doctor, do you want to breathe—“ “or cum?”

Spencer squirmed as he heard the question, biting his lips and moans suddenly as i keep on bouncing on his cock “fuck i’m going to cum- answer me now or you won’t get both.” You threatened quickly earning an answer from the poor boy,

“Cum, miss please let me cum inside of you- please i need it!”

At that you cum all over his cock, rolling your hips to ride out your high, you were shaky and feeling floaty but you regained yourself quickly as you hear Spencer begged.

“M-miss please—“

“Cum, now. Cum, baby boy. that’s it let it out.. oh good boy, I’m so proud of you.” You whimpered out the last bit as you feel him coat your walls with his cum, before pulling out, untie him from each 4 restraint and loosen the blindfold.

You smiled as you sees his face, grabbing the water bottle you had on the night stand and ordering him to take few gulps before taking some your own. You grabbed the wet cloth as you wiped the both of you.

“How was that baby.. do you like it?” There’s uncertainty in your voice, as fuzzy as his mind might be. “I loved every single bit of it, sweetheart” Spencer said pulling her close as they cuddled after wiping each other off.

“mmm i’m glad then”

“Just wait until its my turn again, you will wish you hadn’t even try to dominate me. Cause you’re cute, when you take charge.”

“Shh, lets sleep Doctor”

“Just so you know i haven’t forget about any of this, and your eye roll. Hope you know that you’ll regret it.”

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Blurb ideas are always welcomed as well as constructive criticisms and feedback!

Thank you for reading! I love you❤️

[leossmoonn]

OK BUT IMAGINE STEFAN TRYING TO MAKE BABY ANNIE WALK AND ANNIE IS JUST LIKE "no dada hold me 🥺" and he can't resist those puppy eyes so he's like "ok come here baby"

ill be honest, im having the shittest night ive had in a long time, and this made me genuinely smile

also i love the father daughter bonding type concepts

so youre at work earning money and stefan is being a housewife, as he should 💅

and hes trying to get annie to walk (obviously) and hes like “alright, baby, you can do it. just take a few steps towards me”

and annie’s like “no!”

and stefan’s like “cmon baby, you’re already standing! just take a few steps!”

and annie’s like “dunno how 😔 💔”

stefan says “its like crawling with only your feet! look see? this is how you walk” and he gets up off his knees and walks over to her

annie giggles and claps like babies do when theyre happy and stefan is so smitten and cant help but grin and laugh with her

“you see how thats done? now you try”

and annie takes a little step forwards. like the tiniest step forward, but gives up (literally me w anything lmfao) and stefan’s like “oh you gotta try harder than that!”

and annie looks up at him with a pout and with what becomes her signature puppy dog eyes when shes older. her eyes are open wide, shining, and stefan is trying so hard to resist bc he knows you wanted to get her to walk today

stefan sighs and looks away, trying to avoid all eye contact lol and hes like “cmon, annie, show me what you got!”

but she just says “hold me dada!”

and as soon she says dada, stefan is looking at her again and ugh he knows youll be mad at him but annie is his babygirl. his best friend. his broski. his paw patrol buddy. he cant say no.

so he sighs “alright. c’mere baby” and leans down go pick her up. and annie giggles and is like “YAY DADA!”

and stefan smiles and her and is like “ill hold you for a little, but we gotta get you walkin, okay? mama’s not gonna be happy if we dont”

and annie like “mmmmmmmmmkayyyyy”

and the two end up watching disney movies the whole day (oops 🏃‍♀️) and then you come home and stefan’s like “ah crap! annie! learn to walk now!”

and annie just stares at him like 🤨🤨

and you come in the door and are like “hello, my loves!”

and stefan laughs nervously and picks up annie to take her to you. you immediately smile when you see the two loves of your life. you hug stefan, giving him a kiss on the cheek and go to annie, giving her lots of kisses on her cheek and tickling her chin. and stefan nervously asks “uh... how was your day, honey?”

“stressful,” you sigh “but what day isnt? im just glad i get to come home to you two!”

and stefan’s like “hmm me too”

and you say the words stefan was dreading to hear

“so, did you have annie walk today?”

and stefan’s like 😳 “u-uhhh”

and annie nodsa and claps. and youre like “oh great! can i see?”

and stefan is shaking his head furiously, but annie is nodding her head yes and youre like

“cmon stefan. ive been waiting for this all day! and annie obviously wants to do it!”

stefan looks between you and annie like 😬😬😬 and is finally like “alright...” and sets annie down a little ways away from you gingerly, going back to stand beside you. he has his arms nervously crossed around his chest and youre looking at annie with an excited smile

“cmon annie! come to mama!” you exclaim

and stefan is bracing for the downfall, but surprisingly, annie starts to walk. you, and stefan, both gasp in surprise. you take your phone out fast and videotape annie walking the rest of the way to you, then handing the phone to stefan, crouching down and clapping as annie walked all the way to you

“oh my gosh, whoa! good job, sweets! man, you’re growing up so fast, oh my god,” you laugh. a few tears spring in your eyes as annie is smiling up at you. you take her into your arms, hugging her and giving her raspberries on her cheek

annie is giggling loudly, making stefan and you laugh and smile out of joy

annie then looks to stefan, giving him what looks like a ‘you’re welcome’ and ‘i wouldnt have let you down’ look. and he gives her a nod and smile, moving in close to you two. he puts his arm around your waist, pulling you in and kissing yours and annie’s head

and there you have it. a perfect salvatore family moment.

stefan concepts masterlist

[a-different-reality]

Colson Baker - Fanfiction

So this is my very first attampt at writing something and also my english is not the best so please be kind :)

This just popped in my head and and I just had to write it down. Hope you enjoy!

Colson is in a bad mood so you’re trying to cheer him up and it ends in a tickle fight - Just cute fluff :)

word count: 1.079

Colson and you had to prepare a lot of things since it was Cassies birthday tomorrow. You spent all day shopping for presents and wrapping them. It has been a  very  busy day so far and you barely had time for each other in the last time anyway. So Colson was not in the best mood. He didn't say a lot in the last hour since you came home from the mall. Now you two were standing in the kitchen preparing everything for Cassies favorite cupcakes. You read the ingredients out loud and he put everything needed on the counter. But not without showing how much he wanted to do something else.

„Chocolate chips“ you said and he opened the pantry and nearly smashed it on the table. You rolled your eyes and placed your cell phone on the counter. „Could you please at least act like this wouldn't be the worst for you?“ you said grabbing a bowl from above you. „I’m sorry." he murmured. It's just that we don't have that much free time together and this is really not what I had in mind doing today. At least not this long. “ He sighed and leaned against the counter throwing bis head back theatrically.

You smiled and walked over to him.  „I know. Me too.  But this could also be fun you know if you wouldnt be all grumpy like that. And the sooner we are done the sooner we can do… other things. You know?“ you leaned forward and stopped just inches from his face and smiled at him mischieviously. He smiled right back at you. „I guess you‘re right.“ „Good.“ You said and pecked his lips before turning back to the bowl and the recipe. „Okay can you please put the eggs into the bowl and mix them with the sugar?“ you asked while reading. He sighed again but pushed himself off the counter, when he saw the warning look on your face, and started to crack the eggs.

You decided to put on some music to lighten the mood a bit. You really didn't want your rare time with him to be like this. You danced a little while whisking the batter not without noticing the little smirk on his face. But as soon as he had to place the muffin tins in the tray his face went blank again. „Do you already know what we're doing with all these kids tomorrow?“ you asked putting the chocolate chips into the batter. He just grunted but didn't answer. You looked over at him with raised eyebrows. He didn't notice you looking at him and continued with the muffin tins. You put the whisk into the bowl and blew the air out of your cheeks and turned to him.

„Why are you so grumpyyy?“ you asked poking your finger into his side. He jumped a bit and one of the muffin tins flew through the air. „Hey!“ he said and furrowed bis eyebrows finally facing you. You smiled and stepped a bit closer to him poking him again. „Stop that!“ he said  annoyed jerking away. „Then stop“ you jabbed his side „being" you jabbed his other side him jumping again „So grumpy" you attacked both sides at once. “Y/N! I’m warning you!” He laughed a bit and tried to stop your assault. But you were fast. And you really wanted to lighten his mood  and this finally seemed to work. So you continued to poke bis stomach and prod his sides as fast as you could. Colson was laughing the first time today and it lightened your heart and made you smile too. „Stop it Y/N!“ he got out while trying to block bis body from your attack and trying to catch your hands but it didn't work. Then he jumped into karate position and swatted your hands away laughing. You were laughing at him.

But you were not concentrated for two seconds and so he finally got a hold of your right wrist and the left one followed soon. You were trapped. You tried to free your hands from his grip but there was no chance. He walked towards you and forced you to walk backwards, with both of your wrists in his hands. He leaded you out of the kitchen into the living room. „You really shouldn't have starting this“ He said smiling down at you. „No! Colson please!“ you pleaded while walking backwards. He guarded you to the couch and pushed you down so you bounced a little, already laughing. He smiled down at you coming closer. You tried to fight him off laughing but he was already straddling your waist. „Please!“ you laughed „I just wanted to lighten your mood!“ "Oh I just wanna lighten your mood too." He said smiling mischieviously and tried to take both your wrists in one hand, biting his lip in the struggle. You giggled like crazy while trying to prevent him from doing so. But soon he had you pinned down both hands above your head. "Colso-"  you started again but he digged his free hand into your right side and you screamlaughed. „NO-ho-ho!“ you laughed and kicked your legs underneath him. He couldn't hold back his laugh looking at you. "Don't start something you cannot win." His hand wandered to your underarm. You made a strange high-pitched sound and bucked your hips trying to get him off of you but he was just to strong. He let go of your hands and tickled your hips. Your laughter went silent and you couldn't even fight him with your free hands.

He lightened the tickling to let you breath and leaned forward to bury his face in the crook of your neck. You giggled and wrapped your arms arround his neck. He got back up a bit to look at your face smiling. „See your smiling .“ you said kind of proud and wrapped your legs around his torso. He bit his lip still smiling tickling your side again a bit. You laughed a little and pulled him closer by his neck. He stopped and peppered your face with kisses. You placed your hands on either side of his face kissing him for real now. Him melting into your kiss immediately and grabbing you and rolling around so you were on top. "Now this is more what I had in mind for today." He smiled into your kiss. Let’s say you forgot about the birthday stress for a bit of time!

[haikyu-hoe]

Group Project

Oikawa Tooru x reader

one shot, fluff

Hope you guys enjoy this, I appreciate any feedback!! Dm for requests xx

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You part ways with your friends in the corridor, since you have Social studies and they have History first. So unlucky that you got separated! Especially for a class where there’s always group projects. You miss working with your best friend Amy so much! You guys always had so much fun and got good grades.

You sit down at the back of the class, so you can look out the window if it gets too boring. Just as you were thinking about how it’s unfair that all your friends are together for your last year except you, the teacher announces a group project... with imposed teammates.

You wait for her to name you and reveal your partner, hoping it’s not that dumb boy Yuki or Mina, that girl is so mean!

“Y/k and Oikawa Tooru, Sakura and...”, says the teacher. You turn your head to see Oikawa smirking at you. This is definitely worse than Yuki or Mina.

Oikawa is mostly known for being an amazing volleyball player (he’s not the captain for nothing), and apparently does amazing services. But he also has a ton of fangirls because of his good looks, making him the biggest fuckboy in the whole school, maybe even the whole prefecture.

He’s definitely not going to work on this project, busy flirting and hooking up with a different shallow girl each night. Guess you’ll have to do it alone. You just hope he won’t bother you too much...

Once the teacher is done calling the teams, everyone sits down besides their partner.

“Oi, y/k!!!”, says an overly excited voice beside you. Oikawa is smiling at you at the desk on your right, even waving.

“hey, Oikawa. Let’s start the project, yeah?”, you reply, unenthusiastic. You’re not about to become one of his fans or anything. How is that guy always so enthusiastic anyways?

To your surprise, he’s actually quite smart and works pretty well throughout the whole period.

“How about we go to my place after school to continue?”, asks Oikawa. This sounds like a bad idea, but refusing you have no excuse to refuse.

“Sure”, you reply, uncertain. Let’s hope you won’t regret this.

He gets out of the classroom, waving frantically and winking at you. Weird guy. You understand why he’s popular though. Hot, smart, talented, extroverted, surprisingly nice. But fangirls? That’s a bit overboard, right?

At lunch, you tell your friends about this weird encounter. They of course get soooo excited, since they think Oikawa is attractive, like most girls at school. If you’re being completely honest, you found him attractive too. But you wouldn’t admit it for a 1000$.

That afternoon, you wait anxiously for the bell to ring, staring at Oikawa across the class. “Dear God, i’m i turning into one of those boot-licking fangirls?”, you think. You sigh and look away. You need to focus on this.

When the bell finally rings, you go to your locker and go wait at the school’s gate. A few minutes you hear “y/k-chann~! you waited! sorry i took so long”, says Oikawa, running up to you. He looks so adorable when he does that closed eyes smile and scratches his neck...

You snap back to reality, since this is stupid anyways. Oikawa is a fuck boy. A serious relationship with him would be impossible, with all those fangirls. Not that you’d be interested.

“it’s fine. But hurry up next time.”, you say, trying to stay annoyed.

“What, you plan on waiting for me often, y/k?”, he says with a smirk. “I wouldnt mind that”, he adds in a flirty tone, leaning close to you.

You blush a bit, but Oikawa doesn’t notice. You just sigh and roll your eyes whispering “idiot”.

Oikawa is quite chatty and keeps the conversation alive for the whole time you’re walking. It’s strangely not so annoying. You normally can’t stand too bubbly people but it’s not the same with him. Realizing what you’re thinking, you shake your head.

Oikawa notices and stops talking, looking at you with concern.

“Everything okay?”, he asks.

“myeah! it’s nothing”, you say with an embarrassed smile.

It’s not like you could’ve told him “I think i’m falling in love with you, but i know you’re just a fuck boy so i’m disappointed with myself”, right?

You arrive a few minutes later, and you sit down on the living room couch besides him but on opposite ends.

“Hey y/k i won’t bite you, you know that?”, he says, brows furrowed. “unless you want me to...”, he adds seductively, raising an eyebrow.

“You really are an idiot”, you say.

You then both worked pretty hard on the project. After two hours, Oikawa brought some snacks and you took a break. You started chitchatting casually.

“You know, you’re smarter than I thought. Here I was thinking that you were one of those boys who’s only strong point is their looks”, you say. You were surprised that Oikawa worked so hard on the project, but for nothing in the world would you compliment him openly.

“Hey! that’s mean, i didn’t assume you were dumb just because you’re pretty!”, he replies, pretending to be offended.

Your cheeks turn pink, and you look away. He thinks you’re... pretty? You change the subject quickly: you start talking about volleyball and such, and the subject of his fangirls eventually comes up.

“How does it feel to be so adored by so many girls? How come you’re still single?”, you ask.

“You just won’t stop roasting me huh!”, he says with a huff. “The truth is I don’t care that much about these girls”, he finishes.

“Then isn’t kinda mean to lead them on? I mean you always hang around them, take their offerings-”

Oikawa cuts you off. “It’s not like that y/k” he says. “They’ll do this no matter how i react, so it’s better if I just accept it”, he explains.

“Wow fame sounds hard”, you reply mockingly. “But seriously... how are you still single? So many girls have a crush on you, and not just at our school.”, you add.

“Well you see, there’s only one girl I want. I won’t settle for anyone else then her.”, he says. His eyes look deeply into yours and you’re forced to look away as you start to feel your cheeks heating up.

“Who? I have to know now!”, you say, as if none of this bothers you.

Oikawa gets closer to you, then leans in to whisper in your ear. His warm breath tickles against your nape.

“It’s you, y/k.”, he says simply.

You blush like mad and you’re about to ask questions but he softly drags a finger along your jawline, to finally lift your chin so you’re looking up into his eyes.

Your mind goes blank as you feel his soft lips crashing onto yours. You kiss back with everything you’ve got and it goes on for what seems like hours yet just a few seconds.

When you pull away from him, you both just stare at each other, at loss for words. Does he really mean this, or are you just another girl he can toy with?

As if he could read your thoughts, Oikawa finally talks. “You know, I’ve only had one serious girlfriend. And serious is a big word... It was in second year and she just wanted to use me to become popular” he sighs. “No girl ever wants to truly want to get to know me. I’m pretty and that’s enough for them.”

“you’re so cocky...”, you huff.

He smirks, while his right hand reaches to stroke the back of your neck. You shiver at the touch, realizing the awful truth. You love him, even if he’s cocky and full of himself. There’s just something irresistible about that smirk and his silk-like voice.

“You know... we didn’t get matched at random. I asked to be with you. Ms. Taikeda couldn’t really refuse, especially when I told her why. She says we’d be cute together you know...”

So this was his plan all along? This boy just keeps getting more interesting. He takes both your hands in his left one, and you get a shiver at how long and precise his fingers are. No wonder he’s the best setter.

“So what do you say? You, me, boyfriend & girlfriend?”, he says, cheeks becoming a pale rosy shade.

“How could I say no...”, you reply.

His face lightens up, like a little kid on his birthday. He’s so cute, you can’t resist but to place another kiss on his lips, who are still hot from the previous kiss.

[time skip]

Oikawa walked you home about 30 minutes later, after an intense making out session. He gave you one last kiss on the forehead and held you in his arms several minutes.

You’re still thinking about all of this, wide awake even if it’s way past midnight. You stare at the ceiling, reliving every second of this wonderful, almost surreal afternoon. Your only fear is that he’ll act as if nothing happened tomorrow. But could someone really be that much of a player? Sounds like a stretch.

The next morning, you take much more time than usual to get ready. Maybe it’s because you have Social Studies today... You apply a one last layer of lip gloss on your lips, grab a jacket, slip your shoes on and leave.

You cross the school’s gate with a big knot in your stomach, walking quickly towards the locker room. But someone wraps their arms around your waist from behind.

You gasp and turn around to see a smiling Oikawa, who quickly pecks your lips.

“Oi- Oikawa wha- what are you doing..?”, you ask, looking around nervously.

He grabs your face so you can only look at him. You stare into his hazel eyes which are sparkling in the morning sun. He smells like Axe deodorant, which is strangely sexy.

“Shhh, others don’t matter honey”, he whispers in your ear, his warm breath tickling your ear.

You try to protest, but he places a finger on your lips. It’s enough to shut you up.

He takes your hand in his and you walk together to the lockers. A small crowd of students points and whispers as you pass by, but Oikawa doesn’t care so you don’t either. You then part ways, but not before a soft, tender kiss.

You go to your morning classes, blushing like mad. Some people whisper around you in the hallways, but it’s not as bad as you expected at all. Maybe people don’t really care, in fact.

At lunch break, you’re about to go sit down with your friends (Oikawa had a volley thing), but a group of fangirl approaches you. You feel extremely nervous, wondering if they’re going to be mad...

“Hi! I’m Emma”, says the first one.

“I’m Yumi, we just came to ask you if you’re dating Oikawa haha”, says another one. They seem pretty... friendly?

“well not exactly...”, you start. You explain what happened yesterday, and the girls look so happy as you go into details.

“Wow that’s amazing!! I totally ship you guys!!”, says another one.

You chat a bit more with them, and they then leave to eat. The fangirls are less dumb and superficial than you thought, which is great.

Your friends go crazy when you tell them everything. Especially Amy, who lightly hits you for not telling her earlier. They all ask so much questions, which you don’t really have answers for. Are you guys really dating?? You, dating Oikawa?

[time skip]

You’re staring out the window. Social Studies was never your cup of tea, to be fair. You kept your grades high, but without so much interest.

You snap out of your daydream when a balled-up paper lands on your desk with a slight thud.

“date with me tonight, coffee shop, 4pm, meet me at school gate”

You turn around to see Oikawa sneakily smirking at you. You smile at him and nod.

The rest of the day seems to go on forever, but it’s all worth it to feel Oikawa embrace you again after the bell. You walk to the coffee shop, teasing each other a bit and holding hands.

You order milkshakes, eat lots of sweets, talk for hours... A perfect evening. You end up holding both his hands, staring endlessly at his sharp jaw, his fluffy hair, his cute nose, his small rosy lips...

“Y/k”, he suddenly says. He looks serious, or at least less in a silly mood than usual.

Your eyes meet, and it feels like gazing into a clearing, with a thousand fireflies. He squeezes your hands, take a breath, and finally says it:

“Will you officially be my girlfriend?”,m

“Ye- yes!!”, you reply, blushing.

He comes sit beside you so he can kiss you with all the passion he’d been saving up until now, a hand on your tigh, the other on your waist. You cup his face, amazed at how soft his pale skin is.

[time skip]

You walk home side by side, both smiling. Is this what love feels like? His hands feels so big around yours, and just hearing his steady footsteps calm you.

He hugs you goodbye, but as he’s about to become out of reach, you grab his wrist. He turns around to face you once more, the moon reflecting in his widened pupils like on a dark lake.

Unsure what you truly wanted to say, you just take a step closer, putting your hands on his chest. You stay like this for what seems like an eternity, yet it’s still too short.

He smirks, and after kissing your forehead, he finally says it:

“I love you, y/k”

~ the end ~

[churchyarddirt]

Hi how are you? I would like to request a nsfw Muzan x reader. You can write it however you want (smut or lemon, whatever you feel is best), but I would appreciate if it was kinky 🙊🙈. Also maybe with demon!reader that’s not really shy and def not weak but still sub (yeah you guessed it, I like it rough and shit so yeah, they gotta keep up with demon daddy 😬🤭) I hope it requested it the right way Thank you for your time and effort 💕 have a great day! 😚

I am so sad I had to rewrite it all 😔 and thats on tumblr... anyways this will be Muzan x his enemy female demon reader, hope that sounds good!!! Also I'm so sorry if this isnt that good, I lost motivation the minute I had to rewrite it, but I missed writing for Muzan ♡

"I never thought that little plan of Douma's would work" Muzan commented, looking at your body. He adored the view.

You were pinned up against the wall by black wires that you assumed were Nakime's ability. Every limb tightly secured.

You were quite numb from the poison that you got infected by earlier, but it didnt matter. Your worst enemy was right in front of you.

Muzan slowly made his way to you, with blank expression. You were one of the lucky demons that had succeeded in regaining control from the demon lord.

Muzan didnt hate you, despite you ruining a lot of his plans, Muzan found you amusing and usefull. The taller demon craved to know how you feel, but sadly you were blind to him. He come closer, but you wore the same neutral expression, no fear or panic. And it pissed him off.

Suddenly, muzan took out massive kitchen knife and placed it against your neck "I'm quite tempted to slice it against your throat" muzan grinned as your expression finally changed and surprise erupted through your face, however, vanished as soon as sun rose up the sky and that orange-magenta colour came than disappeared.

As soon as in a matter of seconds you were back to your expressionless face.

"I'm not afraid, Kibutsuji" you declared, his name left a bitter taste in your mouth.

You felt the dagger sink deep into your skin "I know you're not afraid" Muzan admitted "so I will make you shiver" his eyes stayed locked with yours as you moaned from pain.

You quickly averted your gaze to the window, where the moon was disclosed with thick black clouds. You felt wisteria poison burn your skin and travel down your body, you could stop it. You were magnificent in blood magic, you could destroy the poison, yet you let it run down your veins like a river. It felt good.

You felt your body go more numb and numb. If you died right now, nothing would matter anymore.

You prayed that the poison would take you, yet it didnt. Muzan gently cupped your cheek and forced you to meet his gaze

"I've had my eyes on you for some time, be a good girl and stay obediently still" he taunted, his eyes drifting to your body.

Suddenly, the wires loosened up and you fell to the ground, your green kimono dangling elegantly "what are you doing...Kibutsuji" you grinned, barely able to keep your hands still

"Punishment darling" the demon's hands travelled around your shoulders, removing your clothes "if you'll promise to obey me and be a good demon, I'll be gentle" his serene voice had a hint of pity, you hated it.

You were a demon with immerse blood ability, total hydrokinesis of it.

"....hm" you hummed, passing out for a minute. You didnt know how long it has been, but you regained your body movement and half of your consciousness.

You muttered his name, making Muzan's eyes drift to you, and as soon as he did...it was over. You both were lost in a wave of lust. You always fancied the demon lord, of course you hated him, but you always wondered how being next to him would feel like...

The taller demon's lips crushed against yours. There was nothing gentle about it. Muzan was rough and harsh.

You tried to push him off but it was no use "stop resisting Y/n" he ordered, bringing your lips together. You felt cold wall against your skin as Muzan forcefully pushed you back.

From the strong impact, you couldn't help but to gasp, and in that brief momment, scarlet-eyed demon entered your mouth. His tongue felt embarrassingly good to touch.

"I-Im gonna invert your ribcage" you hissed at him, but the Male only griped your scalp and pushed your head against the wall, you let out small yelp

"Next time scream harder" he suggested with sinister smirk this time.

Muzan's hands were now places to your chest, since you tried to fight back he ordered Nakime to pin your hands to the wall. You were helpless. You noticed that the demon untied your kimono and left you with bare legs and upper body, only waist was covered. Barely.

"You'll call me lord Kibutsuji from now on" once his words finished, he squeezed your breast, you tried to lock your lips and not satisfy his needs but the more he teased your nipple's the more wet you got.

"I hope you...." you tried to give a smart comeback but nothing came out, it was embarrassing. Your breath hitched as you desperately tried to hold back your moans.

The male griped your chin, forcing you to humm, so briefly and seductively

- what do we say now? Y/n?

-....Fuck off - you hissed and almost gasped how Muzan lowered his head to your chest. Your eyes gave off chilly waves of terror and aghast, just like he liked.

Muzan smirked before licking your nipple, and with out warning, biting it gently...then harshly. Your cries and yelps were pleasant to him.

You started to shake and whine against him "P-Please, Lord Kibutsuji...i...I will behave, I prom-promise" your sentence ended with moan.

"That's what I'd liked to hear" you heard his voice in your head, did he gain control over you so quickly?

Muzan spread your legs over your hands, you didnt even realise how wet you got at this moment, you always knew Muzan was attractive but right now, it was ravishing.

His loose black hair tickled your stomach, as he slowly lowered himself closer to your pussy, for a brief momment, the room was filled with your panting breathing, not wasting much time, muzan got his tongue out, and licked your clit.

No matter how much you tried, you couldn't hold your moans back, the Male was too good. He was old demon with amazing experience, so you weren't surprised that he made you feel THIS good.

You closed your eyes, you swore that you saw white all over "I..really really want you inside me" you moaned, instantly regretting your words, he was an enemy after all...yet you were so quick to fall into his trap.

But it was too late, you were deep into lust and desire.

Muzan bit your lip, you squeezed his head between your thighs, you were so close to cumming, he knew that.

And that's why he stopped.

You hummed in sorrowful tone, the Male positioned his posture to align with yours "spread your legs open" he ordered, after licking his lips seductively off your juice

You glared at the demon, obeying his orders and letting your legs open up even more wider

Muzan allowed his thumb inside you, you couldn't describe the tension that you felt, this sudden and deep wave of euphoria, you felt so good you could scream. Your vision dimmed.

"Muzan...I think I'm passing out again" the older Male chuckled, as the tip of his dick was rubbing against your entrance, slowly and teasingly "you were meant to be asleep, after all, I didn't intend on keeping you awake, you're stronger than I thought" the Male admitted

"M-Muzan...I-" the Male corrected you "Lord muzan" his voice was raucous and deep, he was so eager to make you his "if I pass out..will...no" you uttered to yourself, getting lost in your head, before Muzan pressed your body against the cold minka wall.

This way, he entered his whole length inside of you, making you wiggle a bit "it's fine...its better for you to sleep" he explained, slowly brushing your hair before sinking his teeth into your shoulder.

"M-mu...m~" you tried to moan his name, but all that was in your head was this hunger, Muzan starts to move and you couldnt help but to roll your eyes.

He was perfect, a being close to perfection.

You passed out soon after, but you knew that he would take care of you. After that night, you became his. His only.

It wasnt planned, but you both knew you wouldnt be able to forget each other, any time soon.

[thoughts-of-the-unheard]

also i have a thing with my best friend and im sure thats dangerous but idrc rn bc boy oh boy does this boy just Know things and not even sexually like yes but i mean he asks if i drank water and makes sure i eat and wants me to go to sleep early when i work at 8am and watches over me when im in a depressive mood and like i had a fever the other night, bad because ive literally had a fever once and i was nine years old but anyway i had a fever and i was staying over his and we didnt realize it was a fever at first, i thought it mightve been laryngitis bc ive had it before and it started with the uncontrollable shivering and sore throat so he gave me pj pants and a sweatshirt and when we went to sleep he noticed i was rly warm and then we took my temp and found it was a fever and this boy, this boy still stayed in the same bed as me and brushed my hair out of my face and kissed me on the forehead and i asked why he was staying when theres the chance of him getting sick and he goes “its worth it” and yall yall i- and when i woke up the next morning to go to the bathroom i got dizzy on the way back and ended up on the floor whining as i struggled to take the sweatshirt off bc i got too hot and he helped me take it off and get up from the ground and then i felt like i was going to throw up so i ran back to the bathroom throwing my hair into a bun bc its rly long now and im just hacking because i hadnt eaten enough to throw anything up and he brings me water and sits on the floor with me letting me lean against him and we go back to sleep bc it was like 830 and when he wakes up around 10 he says i should still sleep and kisses me on the forehead and calls me cute even though i was a gross mess and when i actually wake up around 12 he tells me theres medicine on the desk and to take two and theres a towel if i want to shower and hes going to put stuff in the car and hes just,, so sweet but also he says things just to piss me off and i do too and half the time were together im cackling and he sends me cat videos but also bf tiktoks and he doesnt like when i tickle him but lets me anyway and he meets my friends and introduces me to his and he hates his glasses but knows i love them and hes not complimented enough which is a whole thing, boys not being complimented like what are your girlfriends doing if not calling you cute and hot and pretty and anyway he breaks me out of nonverbal moods and he understands my sign language even if it takes a minute and he says i make him smile when he doesnt want to and he watches my silly movies and shows and puts up with all that i am and says my room makes sense for me and lets me hate on his love of modern housing (its shit give me cluttered victorian or give me death) and he asks my opinion on his outfits and skin care products and wants to see christmas lights with me and teaches me how to play poker and will walk the mile to dunkin with me just to walk with me but he teases me about my ears getting cold and looks at the stars with me and has existential conversations and he says he doesnt talk much but feels like he could talk with me forever and i find myself thinking theres nothing i wouldnt let this boy do and its like every second i spend with him im happy and considering he sleeps over on average four nights a week, i spend a lot of time with him and it literally wasnt until wednesday when this thing started but hes been my best friend for months and heres something i was dating book boy right and he knew that obviously and btw im v stupid so i didnt realize he liked me until last friday but anyway hes liked me for a while but he thought i still loved book boy and everything and wasnt expecting there to be anything for a while if ever and he feels like this is a dream and the way id do anything for him its bad man, theres such a blur between i love you and i love you and its difficult to differentiate because i only had four days with him like that before we went home for break and we only live like an hours drive away but we used to be a four minute walk and i miss him, i missed him the first night when i had to sleep alone in this bed thats bigger than my college one and so much lonelier than id ever anticipated and we still talk all the time but i dont get to hold out my hand randomly for a high five anymore and i dont get him playing with the curls in my hair and i dont get that adorable smile in person anymore and it makes me upsetti and i went to a concert yesterday with another one of my best friends and her boy friend and when i got back we were talking about us going to a concert in spring and i immediately started searching concerts near our school and got one in feb for someone hes been obsessed with and i like too and literally bought tickets right then and hes wanted a silk pillow and has talked about it for months so black friday i ordered one for him and i like need to calm down but ive never been with someone after just being friends for a while first let alone best friends like my first two bfs i dated shortly after meeting them and the next two were friends of a close friend first right so idk like i found this one all on my own and became close with him all on my own with no intention of dating, on my part and very slyly on his, and ive always wanted an enemies to lovers because im a broken bitch but i mightve severely downplayed the power of best friends to lovers

[jojoreadwhat]

there’s nowhere that I wouldn't go. // h.s. x fem!reader • fluff

- hello lovies, long time no see. well i’m back with some things in the works. this is just a kickstarter and a introduction of what my work will look like from now. i hope you enjoy! -

y/n and harry get into a spat and sometimes space isnt the answer.

this is just full of angst and lots of fluff.

words;? semi-proofread sry. also shitty ending and it’s been a while so I’m rusty. I apologize in advance.

i listened to this

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harry has been somewhat of an unofficial ambassador for the brand and was invited to a party supporting gucci and their new line launching this fall. giving you both access to material first hand, and you the honor of being his plus one, publicly debuting after two years together. dressed in the pieces sent with the invitation from head to toe. you had arrived fashionably late to the gathering, hand in hand on the gold carpet leading to the entrance of the beautifully architectural place the event was being held in. the interior of the place timeless and oozing in elegance. low lit from the gold sconces along the cream colored walls. white table cloths and golden runners, covering the round tables, topped with elaborate centerpieces filled with gardenias.

it all felt like a dream. indulging in the atmosphere to dress up to the nine’s, sipping on fancy drinks and dancing to the italian music echoing through the gallery. with the hundreds of people circling around harry and you both as swayed closely. feeling out of place and belonging all at once, harry noticed this often throughout the event. he could see the stars in your eyes as well as the restlessness about to descend. he made you feel like you were on top the world. his sweet reassuring gestures. soft hands firm across your silk covered back, securing you. harry’s rosy plump lips grazing your ear, muttering sweet nothings in his thick rasp voice and tickling your cheeks pink. reminding you that you were meant to be here with him.

until she interrupted.

you weren’t bothered at first, you were fully aware before tonight had arrived that she would be here. that she could possibly be a nuisance and want harry’s attention. and there wasn’t animosity towards her from you because without her and her letting go of harry, you wouldnt be here as his girlfriend.

that all changed after the night went on. you were exiting the ladies room when she was all over harry. she had pulled away when you came back to the picture but it didn’t stop there. when she brought up unnecessary past between him and her. being all touchy feeling and giving you a devious smirk as she went on. it didn’t help that she looked stunning, her golden blonde hair dancing along her glowing ivory skin and her jumpsuit accentuated all the right places. looking more suited as harry’s date and making your confidence tonight, deflat. at the same time you couldn’t blame her for being herself. you couldn’t blame her for wanting to weave her way back into Harry, even with you standing next to him. but the knot forming in your stomach at him not doing too much to defuse the interaction didn’t go unnoticed.

now bursting through the front door of Harry and yours shared LA apartment. irritated and ready to pop. you looked to any room to go to as long as you weren’t in the proximity of your boyfriend who you left in the driveway. you had just endured twenty minutes of arguing on the drive back from the party. your face felt hot to touch and you swore anyone could see steam leaving your ears.

you trotted up the stairs, your heels in hand, as you climb up to your bedroom. still internally fuming and spaced out in your own thoughts, you didn’t realize how close harry was behind. not hearing the door once it closed, instead his leather clad feet hitting the hardwood of the hallway to the room you were in. getting louder as they approached before halting.

“love, please.” he spoke first, he wasn’t expecting the night to end like this. the complete opposite to be exact. not standing in the doorway with caution as he watched not help you detangle yourself from tonight’s attire.

you were delicately loosening the straps of your dress to fall down your arms, trying to be purposeful with it while wanting to rip it off in anger.

“no.” simply stating, not making any contact as you held the now strapless dress to your bra less chest as you scrimmage through your tee shirt for a shirt harry’s to sleep in. “your actions spoke for themselves.” finishing then as you let the dress fall to the floor, rolling your shirt on to drop at the top your thighs. not giving harry an ounce to the imagination of what could’ve happened tonight.

Harry sighed, exasperatedly. catching from the corner of your eye him running his ring-covered fingers through his thick dark curls. pushing off the door frame before finally stepping into your shared bedroom. “I know and they were not truthful.”

“Ha, okay. Sure they weren’t.” you scolded, standing at your tall dresser as you took off your jewelry. shaking your head.

Harry was loosening up his bowtie, creeping closer to you before you turned to him. silently telling to stay put. “I mean it, I know that I didn’t act appropriately.” He owned, “But I didn’t know what to do! I didn’t know she was going to try all of that.”

you huffed loudly, your hand flattening to the top the dresser before you could move and work on the next earring. “oh c,mon Har! you warned me about her antics and now you didn’t know what she was going to do?” You reminded. Harry’s head fell in defeat before he snapped back up to you. “I know what I said! But I didn’t know she was going to be that bold.”

you looked at him dead, “do you know who you are?” realizing that you were unintentionally quoting him again. you watched his adam’s apple bob in his throat as he swallowed, noticing what you said too. “are you trying to make this a laughing matter now?” He questioned, “you were about to rip my head off minutes ago.”

“i’m not, please scratch that because that wasn’t my intent.” you explained, watching the corner of his mouth shift upward. he knew you like the back of his hand, he knew that this would lead to making up sooner or later, he knew you were upset and still trying to keep yourself together and also have your moment and express yourself. he loved you for it, you hated it cause you were trying to be serious. but you made him a better man, he needed you more than you may have felt tonight. he knew what happened at the gathering was wrong, he could’ve done more to stop it all. it’s the reason for this recalculation of tonight’s events.

you pinched the bridge of your nose, trying to regain your thoughts before you looked at him again. his green orbs still staring at you, waiting for what to leave your pretty lips next. “in all of this, you may not have known what to do to stop her. but you knew what you were doing when your grip left my body and your attention went to her.” you spoke, then. “just like you had warned me about and I wasn’t prepared that you would actually give it to her.”

harry didn’t say anything after that. trying to piece together the words that everything she was feeling wasn’t wrong, he hurt her, unintentionally. it was the further thing from his mind in the moment that everything was happening. it was more vigilance because he knew what his ex was about. but never in the slightest was it to crawl back to her. Not when his everything was standing in front of him, doubting herself and her stance in his life.

“it wasn’t supposed to be perceived like that, please let–” You shook your head causing Harry to stop speaking midstream. “I don’t want to keep talking about it. I just want to sleep.” She said then. “we’ll talk more about it in the morning.” Moving to her side of the bed to start removing the throw pillows. Harry sighed heavily, shuffling his feet to his side, grabbing his pillow. “I’ll be in the guest room.”

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2am had come around rather slow and you still wide awake. tossing and turning in your california king. trying to get comfortable as you wrapped the sage duvet closer to yourself. seeking to drift off at any minute now. but despite your eyes feeling heavy, your mind was racing.

this was the last thing you wanted. the only time harry and you ever slept apart was when he was away, entertaining the world. you wanted to stand your ground, but as you laid there able to rethink everything. harry wasn’t the bad guy here. he did a lot more than you thought.

he came home with you. he paused the idea of a good night out, to make sure that you knew were his main focus of the night. of his life. not the party, not the friends or old lovers. you.

you didn’t see that in the moment, everything was overwhelming. your thoughts were taking over and making the little things seem like the problem. when the biggest action was he followed you out that door, went through what felt like a lifetime drive home of fighting, proving that the situation between him and her was the last thing he was concerned about. because what mattered more was you.

rubbing your face in your hands, you stared back up at the ceiling, annoyed with yourself. this became bigger than it needed to be. and you were feeling it hard when you looked over at the spot empty next to you.

you threw the duvet off yourself, turning and sitting up off the side of the bed. your bare feet hitting the chilled wood before making a beeline to the bedroom door. you tip toed down the hall until you came to the third door on your right. taking a breath, you went to raise your hand and knock lightly on the guest room door when it opened before you could hit the white wood with your little knuckles. and a shirtless harry stood before you.

from what you could see from what little light the window gave near by. he was having the same problem as you, his green eyes slightly reddened from the mixture of sleep deprivation and rubbing them. surprised even by seeing you standing there. his dark brown curls, tossled in all directions upon his head.

“are you alright, love?” he asked as if everything was okay. putting you before him. it made your heart swell and hurt at the same time.

you nodded, “yeah, just can’t sleep.” you said, he huffed lightly, his hand reaching behind to scratch his head. “me neither. it’s a bit cold in here.” he replied, then. knowing the exact underline of what he meant.

looking down at your pink painted toes. before meeting his eyes again. feeling your eyes become glassy. “look, I’m sorry.” you began. harry shook his head, immediately pulling you to him. your arms wrapped around his toned torso swiftly. your face colliding to his chest, smelling his signature cinnamon and vanilla scent. what smelt like home to you. “no, love, I’m sorry. for everything.” you pulled away slightly, still wrapped up in him and meeting his green eyes. you were not going to allow him to take the blame.

“Har, no. you didn’t have to come back home with me but you did. you didn’t have to deal with me on the way home, but you did. you–“

harry raised two fingers to your lips. stopping your ramble mid-stream. his fingers than moved to caress your jaw, keeping your eyes locked on his. “please stop, y/n.” he muttered soft, raspy and covered in sleep. “it’s okay. really.”

you raised at your brow at him. “but why?” you asked, why was he just taking it? you wondered. harry just smiled, his hand now enveloping your face, thumb running over your soft cheek. “because I love you, more than you know and I made you feel like I didn’t.” you went to protest again, but he stopped you once more.

“I dont want to hear anymore about tonight. there’s a perfectly, cozy bed in our room. waiting for me and the love of my life. and the past two hours have been awful without you next to me.”

the smile harry put on you, spread across your lips before you could stop it. you wrapped an arm around Harry’s neck. bringing his lips to yours in a sweet kiss, pulling away shortly after. “I love you too.” you said, then.

“let’s not waste another minute, let’s get some sleep.” not saying another word, tangling harry’s long, ring covered fingers in yours. before heading down the hall, to your bedroom, to where you both belonged together and for always.

[how-masterful]

Your Highness

Dhawan!master x reader

Summary: The Master turns to a night of comfort after returning back to the tardis with you, aiming to show his tired human some well deserved affection and care.

Notes: oh boy, here we go! All aboard the smutty express! Big thanks to @plethora-of-imagines for the help on this one, check out their blog for some incredible fics! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! ❤

Warnings: lemon!!!

It had been a long day for sure. You'd stolen the crowns of the snobbish royal leaders of Anpavir, leading their disgruntled servants into an uprising and burning their palace to the ground. You'd raced back to the TARDIS with no time to spare, the pair of you exhausted as the Master sent the TARDIS spiralling into the time vortex- you'd helped push a button here and pull a lever there, the flying lessons he'd indulged you with paying off as you helped guide the ship through cosmic turbulence.

The Master quickly crept around the console as you focused on familiarising yourself with the dials, grabbing your waist and spinning you in his arms as you squealed with glee. He reluctantly put you down after a while and grinned as you turned yourself to face him, winding your arms around his neck and pulling him down for a gentle kiss. You sighed contently as you parted- gaze transfixed on his warm brown eyes, and cheekily fixed the stupidly ornate crown that was sat crooked on his head, brushing his hair to the side. You looked almost proud at the red lipstick smudge on his mouth.

You both looked slightly worse for wear, clothes lightly singed and covered in a layer of soot. Your faces were dusted with ash and the occasional black smudge, but he still looked positively radient to you- even with the slightly rough appearance.

The rugged look suits you, you thought, knowing he may have heard.

"Your highness has never looked more dashing" you teased, watching him smirk as he straightened up his shoulders, bowing his head.

"One has never seen such a fairer sight than thou, your majesty" he returned, making you giggle as you curtseyed in response.

The Master pulled your hips closer and playfully kissed you again, eyes full of wonder- you looked fit to rule in that crown on your head. "You suit that crown a whole lot more then that stuck up queen ever did" he said, brushing your hair over your shoulder and smiling at your blush.

"With a crown like that, I should be calling you king, not Master." The Master smirked at your teasing tone and pulled you closer to his chest, breath hot on your neck as his beard tickled the sensitive skin, making you shiver.

"Crown or no crown, i'll always be your Master" he purred, placing gentle kisses over your collarbone and pressing his fingertips lightly into your hips.

You let yourself go loose in his touch, nestling into his chest and humming in delight. You rolled your neck back and bit your lip, eyes fluttering shut as the master moved to hold your back, head tilting. He could tell you were tired by the way you simply melted into his arms, your eyes struggling to stay open as he placed a trail of kisses down your neck. He gingerly coaxed you back from your stupor with a peck on the lips, hand snaking into your scalp and massaging your hair.

You instinctively shivvered at his touch. Your eyes opened and met his gaze, a blush on your cheeks. "Come along, love. It seems her royal highness needs her beauty sleep."

You pawed at the Masters chest and shook your head, a whine of protest escaping your lips. "Hey hey, easy tiger." the Master teased, catching your hands and peppering kisses on their backs. "M' just worn out, thats all" you offered, expression gentle. "Running around burning palaces can tire a girl out."

The Master smiled down at you warmly, brushing a stray hair from your face. "Fine, at least let me run you a warm bath. You know I love a dirty girl but this is-" the Master started, making you giggle as he gestured to your rather messy attire.

You nodded at his plan- a bath sounded wonderful, your body sore from running and filling you with a dull ache. The Master suddenly scooped you up in his arms and held you to his chest, and you instinctively flung your arms around his neck. He'd never let you fall, of course, the Master placing a soft kiss to your temple as he carried you out of the console room and into the maze of winding corridors.

Being in his arms just felt so right. You could hardly remember life before the Master, life on earth, it had been so long and so perfect you hadn't thought to ever look back. You wouldnt give up your life with the Master for anything, not that he would ever let you go- you were madly in love not only with the lifestyle, but him. The universes most wanted criminal, who was currently whispering sweet nothings in your ear and carrying you bridal style to the large TARDIS bathroom, had stolen not only your life on earth but your heart.

"And dont ever ask me to give it back" the Master replied, grinning down at you as you hid your face in his chest, proud of his telepathy. Of course he heard you, you thought to yourself. "Im sure if you tried, it would break" you replied sheepishly. You gently scratched at his stubble with your fingertips, caressing over his jawline. He hummed in acknowledgement and met your gaze.

"How do you think I feel darling? I've got two on the line." His tone was teasing, but you could see the sincerity in his eyes.

The Master finally set you down as you arrived at the bathroom. A warm hand found its way to the small of your back as he moved you to sit on the side of the tub, the water running in a cascade as his attention turned back to you. You'd already started pulling off your jacket when the Master took your hands, a frown upon his features. "I do believe thats my job" he purred, taking the jacket from your hands and slowly moving it to the floor. Every touch was tender, fingertips gliding over your bare skin, his gaze never breaking from yours.

A careful hand brushed your hair over your shoulders, a shivver running up your arms as the Master knelt down on one knee before you. His hands menovered over your shoes as he pulled the boots off your feet, your socks soon to follow. You struggled for breath as his fingertips walked up your calves, hands caressing up your thighs and gingerly taking ahold of your pants button and zipper. He was purposely moving slow, teasing you, making sure you felt every touch and movement.

You pushed down on the edge of the tub as the Master gripped the waist of your jeans, pulling them over your hips as you raised off the lip of the bath. It was excruciating, his gaze fixated on your slowly appearing skin, fingertips brushing against the sensitive flesh. The Master slowly peeled the jeans off your legs, leaving your bottom half almost fully exposed. He almost looked as if he were salivating.

His warm hands moved to your thighs as he carefully spread your legs apart, exposing your underwear as he slotted himself in the now vacant space. You knew your eyes were wide, face flush and lip bitten as his gaze met yours, dark browns staring up at you intently. His lips moved to trail slow kisses against the soft flesh of your stomach, his gaze never faultering as you let out a desperate moan.

"Stand for me" the Master whispered, hands sneaking up to hold your hips. You nodded your head and let the Master guide you to the center of the room, hands snaking over the hem of your shirt. You could feel his breath on your neck, beard tickling your skin as he pulled the fabric up your torso at a painfully slow pace. The wait was agonizing.

You stood obediantly as the Master made his way up to your chest, lips moving to your ear as you let out a shaky breath. "Arms up, love" he ordered, and you instinctively lifted your arms. "Good girl" he praised, kissing your jaw as he pulled the shirt up over your chest, moving the material over your head and arms, leaving your shoulders bare.

He threw the top to the side, pulling your back closer against his chest. You hummed in pleasure and leant your head back on his shoulder, greedily moving his hands to your underwear and grinding up desperately against his palms. You needed him to touch you.

A low growl emerged and a hand quickly wound itself around your throat, fingers digging into the skin where his mouth once was, his lips close on your ear as you sucked in a struggled breath. "You move when Master tells you to, got it?" He hissed in the shell of your ear, a whimper passing your lips as you nod guiltily. "Now what do we say? Use our words, love" he teased, hand squeezing tighter on your throat.

"Yes Master, i'm sorry Master" you panted, feeling the hand leave your throat and stroke down your jaw- you knew exactly what he wanted to hear. "See, we do know how to behave, don't we?" He asked, his voice low as his thumb caressed over your bottom lip. You hummed in response. "Yes master, i'll be a good girl." The Master groaned lowly, slowly moving away from your body to face your front, marvelling at your figure with hungry eyes.

"So beautiful" he whispered, tilting your chin with his finger. His words made you visibly shiver, the Master grinning proudly as he moved closer, taking your jaw in his hand. "You love when Master compliments you, dont you?" He questioned, your eyes fixated on his lips. He followed your gaze and chuckled lowly, and moved his lips to meet your own, indulging you with a tender kiss that instantly sent you spiralling. There you were, stood in your underwear and a crown as you lost yourself in the masters hold, the running of the water the only sound beside the deafening thump of your heart.

"Let me" you whispered, fingers tucking into his belt loops when he broke for air. Your fingers moved to push his jacket off his shoulders, his chest rising and falling as the garment fell from his shoulder and hit the floor. Your hands danced over his soft stomach, undoing every button on his waistcoat eagerly, savering the touch as the masters breath hitched with a whisper "You're so good for me, so good." You eventually freed him from his waistcoat, shrugging it from his shoulders as you did the same to his shirt.

The Master stood there, breathless, your eyes rapidly engulfing the sight of his bare chest, lips smeared with bright red smudges. "You know what to do." The Masters voice was low and thick with lust, his hearts pounding at a rapid pace. You met his gaze and practically purred as your hands explored his warm chest, your lips placing kisses in a trail down each torso. Your lipstick left a trail of red in its wake, the sight making the Master groan and throw his head back, steadying his hands on your lowering shoulders.

"Yes" he hissed at the sensation, pride making your heart flutter. He was enjoying this as much as you were. You got down on your knees and undid the button on his trousers, hooded gaze meeting his ravenous eyes. Slowly, you bit down on the metal zipper, ensuring the time lord was watching, pulling it down its tracks with your teeth. The Master growled dangerously low as you teased him, pulling his trousers down to ankles, hands travelling over his thighs as you left kisses on the sensitive skin. You quickly pulled off his shoes and those damn purple socks, before removing his trousers from his ankles.

A hand crept into your hair. You gasped at the sensation of a gentle tug, the feeling of his fingertips on the nape of your neck making you whine.

"Master..." You moaned, hands clamoring at his hips. "Please...Master..." The Master stared down at you with blown pupils, lips parted in almost shock at the sight.

"You have no idea just how beautiful you look right now" he breathed, voice low and desperate. You blushed profusely as he guided you to stand, your hands brushing over the lipstick remenents on his skin. "You've really left your mark, havent you love?" He teased quietly, causing your ever present blush to deepen.

Before you could respond he pulled you in for a kiss, lips desperate on your own as a hand stroked up your spine, unclasping your bra. You pushed it off your shoulders and threw it in the pile with the rest of your clothes, pressing your now bare chest against his own. The constant rumble of two hearts beating a comforting drum beat, your lips attacking his own as his hand trailed down over your ass, causing you to gasp. You sighed contently.

"I think the bath's ready" you murmered against his lips, hand stretching out to turn the tap. The Master pulled you back to his chest and grinned, kissing you once again.

"You should see yourself" you giggled, his lipstick smeared grin matching your own.

"I'm too busy looking at you" he replied, a low chuckle acompanying his compliment. You playfully smacked his chest and smiled, the Master kissing your forehead before guiding you to the water.

You grasped ahold of his wrists and met his gaze. The Master looked confused for a moment, pondering your next move, until his eyes followed where you were guiding his hands. His grin became wolfish as he ran his finger under the lace edge of your underwear, an innocent smile gracing your lips as you kept ahold of his hands.

"Help me, Master?" You asked, lips pursed as the Master let out a struggled growl. "Always." He slowly guided your underwear off your hips and down your legs, perching yourself on the edge of the tub as his hands caressed down your legs again.

His touch was electric, sending shockwaves through your body as he stripped you fully naked. The last thing left was the heavy crown on your head, and the Master stepped back to marvel at you, hand scratching at his beard as you blushed. "I'll be back in a moment love, make yourself comfortable."

You gave a little wave as he left, turning your body towards the water. You dipped your toes into the warm, bubble covered water and groaned at the sensation- the warmth against your aching bones settling you down immensely. You leant back into the water and sighed contently- all that was missing now was your timelord, God knows where he'd gone off to. It was far too quiet with him gone.

The TARDIS seemed to read your thoughts, the warm glow of the room being acompanied by the soft sounds of vinyl echoing through the room. "Thanks, dear" you mused, the ship returning with a greatful hum. The tardis had taken an instant liking to you the moment you'd stepped aboard- perhaps she'd already known how happy you'd make her pilot. She was privy to the history of everything, past and present after all.

The Master soon reappeared, and you had to double take at the sight. There he was, leaning on the doorframe with a plate of strawberries, two wine glasses, and a bottle of something dark you were half sure wasnt wine. He still wore the ornate crown atop his head, his ash covered form highlighted by the miriam of lipstick kisses across his body. You couldn't help but smile.

He was positively breathtaking.

"Wow" you whispered, the Master chuckling as he made his way to the bathtub. "You humans, always easy to impress."

He set the plate and the glasses on the side table, pouring out the red bottle and handing you the glass. You took a sip as the Master quickly stripped off his underwear, sliding into behind you and situating you on his lap.

You instantly nestled yourself against his chest, his arm wrapped around your middle. Your bodies melded together perfectly, as if you were purposely made to fit in his arms. "You just fit there so perfectly, dont you?" He charmed, making you blush again. You gently pecked his lips as you took another sip, raising your glass.

"Cheers" you smiled as the Master clinked his glass against your own. "Cheers indeed"

You sat together in a comfortable silence for what felt like hours as the vinyl played on, the Master pliantly feeding you strawberries as you nestled closer to his chest. You couldnt help but ask how you got so lucky- the most dangerous renegade in the universe, a time lord of all races, was treating you like a queen. He'd stolen you a crown.

You'd managed to pry yourself into every part of his hearts. A human, of all things, managed to tame the deadliest enemy of the doctor, the wildest beast of the universe. He was legend, his crimes dating back millenia, his reputation rolling out a blood soaked red carpet. And you had him in the palm of your hand.

"I never want to leave your arms" you sighed contently, breaking the silence. "Its my favorite place in the universe" The Master grinned, taking another sip from his glass. He pulled you tighter to his body and drew circles with his thumb on your hips. "You're so warm, you smell so damn good..." The Master laughed at that, causing you to giggle with him. Your gazes interlocked, the Masters gaze held a tenderness reserved for you and you alone. His pulse was a steady thump against your back, the four beats of the timelords hearts grounding you in the perfect moment. You needed to be there, you were destined to be in his arms.

"You've bewitched me, love" the Master took another strawberry from the plate, bringing it to your lips. They gently parted as you bit down on the sweet fruit, the timelord catching the running juice with his thumb. You gingerly licked the juice from his fingertips, placing kisses in your wake as he placed the leaves back on the plate.

"And I don't plan on letting you go easily, I never thought i'd find you to begin with." You leant closer to his chest, contently letting your head rest on his shoulder.

"But here you are, and you just fit so perfectly, as if you were made for me. Like Frankensteins monster and his beautiful bride." you smiled warmly, taking another sip of your glass and licking your lips.

"But the bride was horrified by the monster in the film, and in the book she was destroyed before she was even finished- because the universe decided the creature didnt understand love enough to deserve her." You supplied. The master hummed in response, tilting his head in thought. You turned to face him and reached for his cheek, thumb caressing over his warm skin, glass discarded on the side table.

"And you're no monster, Master. Not to me you're not."

The master smiled charmingly, eyes suddenly lit with something inherently devilish. You gasped lowly as you suddenly felt his fingertips snaking across your thigh, trailing slowly to the inside and tentatively stroking against your clit.

"Oh really, love?" He teased, teasing your entrance as your teeth bit hard on your bottom lip. "Because to me, Y/N, monsters and I have always had the same desire. Do you want to know what it is?"

You scrunched your face, head falling back as his fingers slowly began dancing around the outside of your hole. You bucked your hips in the water, sending waves splashing against the sides of the tub as the masters other hand teasingly stroked up your torso. He was taking it slow, easing his fingers over your entrance, teasing every part of you. Your breath was shaking in anticipation, the Masters chuckle as thunder on your skin as he delicately dragged his thumb over your nipples, grinning at the reaction that caused.

"What...what Master?" You choked out, voice strangled against the oncoming moan pulling from your throat. The Master laughed dangerously low in your ear, nibbling on your earlobe and grinning with absolute delight.

"The desire to make you scream." he growled, before plunging two of his fingers deep into your core.

You let out a desperate cry of pleasure, eyes squeezing shut tight as you bucked your hips once more. His fingers were deliberate, thrusting in and out at a steady speed as you writhed in the tempesting water. You could feel his hearts thumping against your back, head thrown back onto his shoulder, the Masters breath shallow and ragged as you chanted his name. His other hand was taking hold of your breasts, actively teasing your nipples with his thumb and rubbing up and down your torso. The combination of the sensations was driving you wild.

His gaze was heavy with hunger, devouring your form as your walls clenched around his thrusting fingers. Your moans were scattered and gutteral, crown still perched on your headhead as the timelord continued to thrust steadily, all the while teasing your clit with his thumb. Hands flung to clutch onto the sides of the bath, fingers grasping hold of the edge to ground yourself against his constant motion. The Masters name fell so easy from your lips, his mouth hot on your neck as he bit across the tender skin, leaving a fierce trail of bitemarks in his wake.

"Please, Master please" you groaned, arching your neck as the timelord hungrily knawed at your skin between his kisses. He began to spread his fingers inside of you, curling his digits and pumping steadily, sending another shockwave of desperate pleasure through your form. The bath water had begun to slosh over the sides, your own wetness spilling out into the bubbles as the Master began to growl against your skin. The sensations were deliciously overwhelming. His other hand spread itself under your chest, groping and grabbing in rhythm all the while you moaned in desperation.

The Master was chanting deep into the crook of your neck, teeth bared on soft flesh. It was all becoming too much, the tension building in your abdomen as your walls clenched tighter around his fingers. Your neck was red raw from his lips, nails digging into the edge of the tub, water still flying over the sides as you ground your hips against his touch. The timelord could tell you were reaching your climax, digits scissoring inside you and releasing another howling scream of delight from your lips.

"Such a good girl, holding on until I say so. 'Cause you want to cum, don't you?" His voice was rough and tone commanding, your heart pounding at the thrill.

A groan of agreement pulled itself from your throat, bottom lip bleeding from the pressure of your teeth. The Master snarled, quickening his pace and thrusting his fingers harder inside your hole. The heightened friction sent your hips bucking wildly. "Yes! Yes, Master yes" you cried out, throwing your head back further and pushing grasping onto his arm. His fingertips crept up your chest to your neck, grazing over your throat as you choked out a babbling flow of moans and screams. You were falling apart in his arms, lips parted in a desperate 'O' as he grasped hold of your neck.

"One more time love, say it out strong- do you want to cum?" He demanded, curling his fingers deeper inside you and steadying his rhythm as you writhed your hips up. You whined audibly, body trembling with anticipation as his grip squoze tight on your throat. A desperate gasp escaped you- your eyes squeezing tighter shut as you proclaimed out for all to hear.

"Yes! Master, please yes!"

The timelord leant up to your ear, breathing heavy against the side of your face. He placed a kiss to your temple and hummed against the drenched skin, your body shaking desperately.

"Cum for me." He ordered.

The release was almost instant.

You felt yourself fall over the edge, a tidalwave of bliss submerging you as you released onto the masters fingers, orgasm spilling out into the lapping water. Your whole body sank, arching hips crashing down into the waves as a gutteral cry of cathartic satisfaction ripped itself from your lungs. Legs shaking, chest rising and falling at rapid pace, your eyes fluttering open with a lazy huff. The Masters fingers still inside you, you buried your face in his neck, the hand clasped around your throat relenquishing its grasp.

You took a while to gather yourself, thighs rubbing together as the timelord tenderly retracted his fingers from your hole. You were completely and utterly spent, laying weak in the Masters arms, lips parted, the Masters hands guiding you down as a gentle touch caressed over your hip. There was merely silence, the distant echo of the ever playing vinyl melting into the white noise of the steadying water, the Masters hearts racing in his chest.

His gaze fell on your fluttering lashes, a tender hand reaching to hold the side of your cheek as he chuckled almost proudly. "I must confess love, that was quite the scream."

You nodded weakly, a small smile playing on your lips. If you werent exhausted before, you were positively sleep deprived now.

"You did so well for Master, you're such a good girl." His words were much needed comfort, the adrenaline still coarsing through your system. You nuzzled yourself deeper into his hold, struggling to keep your eyes open as the threat of sleep ever loomed. The Master could tell, a smug grin on his features as he brushed a stray hair behind your ear. "Look at you, Y/N. Now what did I say earlier? I knew you were tired."

You couldnt bring yourself to deny it, humming against his neck and allowing your limp body to submit to his hold. The master tilted his head and scrunched his nose adoringly, a gentle kiss finding its way to your forehead, the crown still firmly perched atop your head making him smile tenderly.

"Come along, Sleeping Beauty, up you get. Time to renounce your throne for the night."

The world faded in and out of view from your heavy lashes, your body numb to the outside world as you let the Master guide you out of the tub and carry you to the bedroom, drying you off gently limb by limb. Soon your dried off body collided with the warmth of your bedsheets, the crown that sat atop your head tentatively placed upon the bedside table, loving fingers sifting through your hair as you buried your face deep into the pillow.

"Master?.." You called into the darkness, words slurred and voice croaking. Warm arms curled around your waist, pulling your back to the comfort of a bare chest, fingers drawing circles over your bruised hips as you settled into their comforting hold.

"I'm here, love." The master pressed his face into your shoulder, peppering slow kisses over the delicate flesh. You let out a gentle sigh, sinking deeper into the bed.

"G'night...love you Master..."

The master hummed comfortingly in reply, his embrace allowing you to slip into the calling slumber with ease. He smiled into your skin as he felt you fall asleep in his arms, the timelord drawing mindless symbols as he pondered in thought. Once he was sure you were truly asleep, he allowed himself to shut his eyes. He didnt need sleep, not tonight anyway, but the passing comfort of shutting his eyes was too good to resist.

"Love you too, your highness." He promised into the dark, the words echoing through his mind as they dissipated into the walls of your bedroom.

The Master smiled knowingly. He knew one day he'd be able to say it back to your face, to say it to you when you were awake to hear it. But, as your gentle breathing fluttered out into the night, he decided the comfort of the midnight dark would suffice. For now, at least.

You'll hear it one day, he told himself, a smirk playing on his lips. But as you curled yourself tighter into his embrace he was sure, in some way, that you already knew.

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Road to Recovery, week 6

(Super Long Post warning: If you want to skip ahead, press J to skip this post. You’ve been warned.)

*** It’s time for Nick’s routine leg checkup. Nick and Shelly and John and little Kristin are at the hospital. Nick is sitting in the checkup office in a robe and has just had his X-rays taken. They sit waiting for a result from the doctor. Nick is passing the time by playing with his daughter.

(Nick) Hey Krissy, *covers his face with his paws* where did Daddy go?

(Kristin) Chii?

(Nick uncovers his face) Peekaboo!

(Kristin giggles) PaPa!

(Nick covers his face again) Where’s daddy?

(Kristin) Cleffa clefairy?

(Nick) Peekaboo! *uncovers face*

(Kristin laughs loudly) Pachii chii!

* As Nick was playing Peekaboo with Kristin, the doctor entered the office.

(Doc) Ahem, Nick?

(Nick) Oh uh, yes?

(Doc) We’ve looked at the X-rays, and it seems as if your leg has finally made a full recovery. We can finally take the cast off.

(Nick) Really? Thank goodness, this thing was so itchy.

(Doc) Anyways, I’ll need to help you up onto the examination table so I can cut the cast off.

(Nick) How are you gonna do that?

(Doc) Oh, we have this neat little tool that’s like a rotary handsaw, but it’s designed so that it only cuts plaster, not skin.

(Nick) How does that make sense?

(Doc) Wanna see?

(Nick) I ... i suppose...

* The Audino rifled through her shoulderbag and pulled out a cast cutter, and after turning it on, placed it against Nick’s upper right arm as if to try and cut it open, to no avail.

(Nick, laughing a bit) Hehehehe it-it tickles.

(Doc) Yeah! See? *turns device off* Nothing to worry about! It’s only sharp enough to burrow through plaster, but it can’t do anything to flesh.

(Nick) Cool! But uh, one more thing. Can i save the cast to show it off? I’ve gotten a few signatures on it and don’t want to lose them.

(Doc) Oh, I can see, you’ve got a signature from one of your friends, and a little doodle of a mimikyu with a--pfft--a cute little pun. Can I take a picture of this? We have a resident Mimikyu here and I think he’d like to see it.

(Nick) Oh heh, go ahead! That was from my friend Mimikyu. He doesn’t have a name, so he drew his face instead. He lives alone with some Unown in the distortion realm.

* A muffled chirping comes from Nick’s tail

(Nick) Oh yeah! Sorry N. You wanna come meet the doc? My friend N comes from that realm. I can’t speak their language, but they’re an awesome friend, and I probably wouldnt be around weren’t it for them.

* N peeks out of the scruff of Nick’s tail, before slinking outward.

(N) *speaks language of the ancients*

(Doc) Oh? Hello little Unown. Wanna watch me cut off your friend’s cast? I promise it won’t hurt him.

(N) *speaks language of the ancients. nods*

(Doc) I’ll take that as a yes. Lemme just grab that picture first.

* The Audino grabbed her phone out of her pocket, fiddled with it a bit, and took a picture of Nick’s signature, then put the phone back to sleep and placed it back in her pocket. Then she grabbed her cast cutter again, turned it on and began carefully cutting the cast open along both sides, going around the signatures to not disturb them. After a while, the cast popped into two parts. The Audino then turned her cast cutter back off and set it back in her shoulder bag. She handed the cast parts to Shelly to hold onto.

(Shelly) I’ll be sure to put this in a special place for you son.

(Nick) Thanks mommy!

(Doc) Now of course, now that the cast is off, your road to recovery isn’t quite done yet,

(Nick) Yeah, I heard about having to go through physical therapy earlier.

(Doc) Good memory you got there. Anyways--

(Shelly) Oh yeah, a friend of mine offered to help rehabilitate my son.

(Doc) How nice of them. Though of course we still gotta have the routine PT sessions.

(Shelly) Ah, right.

(John) How else’d we know fer certain Nick’s gettin’ better without a proper medical sayso?

(Doc) Yeah. Like your husband said. It’s for keeping track of his health. However, I’m not certified as a PT, i’m just a medical practitioner. I have the name and address of the Liepard I’ll have you be seeing from here on. It’s on this business card, make sure you call in to let him know when he’s available. I’ll be calling him myself to officiate the transfer.

*The Audino hands the business card to John, and then extends her paw outward toward Nick.

(Doc) It’s been an honor and a privilege to have been able to work with you Nick.

(Nick shakes Doc‘s hand) Thank you for making me feel better Mrs. Audino.

(Doc) Thank you for cooperating with me. Before you go, though, I have somethings for you. Gimme a sec to grab it.

(Nick) Okay!

* The Audino steps outside for a few minutes, and comes back with a walking cane. It doesn’t look quite as fancy as John’s but for the time being it’s gonna be seeing a bit of use.

(Doc) Here, you’ll need this so you don’t fall over. I don’t want you putting too much weight on your leg until the muscle is up and ready to support you.

(Nick) Yes, doc.

(Doc) I also have something else for you, for being such a good boy.

(Nick) Oh?

* The audino pulls a few Saf-T-Pops and a package of candy buttons out of her shoulderbag and hands them to Nick.

(Nick beamed with excitement) Oh sweet, thank you!

(Doc) You lot do be careful on your way out, okay?

(Nick) We will!

(Doc) Use the elevator, okay? You’re not ready to climb stairs yet.

(Nick) Yes doc.

(Doc) Once again, it’s been a pleasure being your doctor. Have a nice day, you lot.

(Shelly) Hey N, can you help carry these casts to the car?

(N’s eye begins glowing) *speaks language of the ancients and nods*

* A portal opens up and some other Unown peek out, featuring a S, a J, and a K.

(N) *gives orders to the Unown, his eye takes a stern shape for a bit.*

* The Unown hivemind nod, getting into position to carry the cast halves, two Unown carrying each half.

(Kristin) Pachairy?

(Doc looks at Kristin) Hm, interesting child you have there Nick.

(Nick) Yeah, she was abandoned cuz her mom couldn’t take care of her. Her dad walked out.

(Doc) A shame. If it weren’t for your parents being on your side, I’d be unsure you were ready to care for a kid. Do be careful with her.

(Nick) I wouldn’t hurt a hair on her head.

(Doc) Safe travels!

(John) You too!

* Nick stashes his candies firmly within his tail, and the family, and N’s cohorts, leave the doctor office. As they head outside, after putting Kristin in her infant chair, Shelly pulls her phone out and dials a number. After ringing a bit it goes to message.

(Shelly) Hello Naomi? This is Shelly. Yeah, Nick just got his cast off. We’re ready anytime you are. Call us back when you get my message. Thanks in advance.

* Shelly hangs up the phone and then gets in the car and pops the trunk open. The four Unown work together to gently place the cast halves in the trunk, and then the three Unown cohorts leave via portal. N closes the hood of the car, hops in, and gets snug into Nick’s tail. Shelly then starts the car and begins heading home.

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