#but im so sick and tired of doctors offices

[otaku-hotgirl]

procrastination, as usual, had been beating my ass

[darianias]

As someone who finds hantengu annoying, I would steal some of his forms clothes, they look nice. Gimme your fit. I wanna rock it- OMG IT SAYS CLONES NOT CLOTHES SJSJSISJSJSHSJSJSJSJJS I AM NOT WELL. RIGHT NOW. 😂😭😅 I NOTICED IT WHILE MAKING THE TAGS. 🤣

[epicwafflepie]

I think I'm coming down with smth I'm super derealized and nauseated hnmmmgggghhh

[lakeinstillness]

think Im most angry that no one around me seems to give a shit about covid or me getting sick. none of my doctors wear masks anymore.

[strrykais]

die with a smile

a hwang hyunjin short story

week four

it was intense, the air in the room was stiff. hyunjin felt a bead of sweat on the tip of his hairline. his heart was racing a millions miles a minute, he almost forgot that he was supposed to be breathing.

"BINGO I WIN" jisung yells out throwing his single card in the air. causing the group around him to groan.

"come on i was one away!" you groan throwing down the dabber leaning your head on his shoulder. hyunjin smiles down at you gently patting your hair. hes gotten closer to you and jisung, whenever you would go missing he would always find himself in the room of han jisung.

hyunjin grew to love his time with you, being in here for almost a month. he learned that yeah maybe he does have cancer but he could continue to dwell on that or live each moment till the fullest. he learned that from you if he was being honest. your laughter, your smile, the way your eyes shined when you painted or when you watched him draw.

both of you hung out at your secret hangout spot. which wasn't a secret when jisung walked in after following you both in here. hyunjin was in the middle of drawing you when you asked a question.

"have you ever been in love?" you softly ask. the question threw him for a loop.

"uh no, sometimes i feel like i don't even know what it feels like or if i can love someone enough." he says. if he was being honest he never had a true representation of love. his parents divorced when he was little and his mom wasn't exactly the motherly figure he would of hoped. "have you? you know been in love."

"yes, though i never got the chance to tell him." you say with a sad smile. looking away from you, hyunjin felt jealous, maybe he was jealous that you got to experience love. or maybe he was jealous that you loved someone. he didnt want to think to hard on it.

"oh why not?" he wondered if you would tell him. he started to realized he knew very little about you even though you know quite a lot about him. he just wanted to feel close to you.

"i never got the chance to say it and i didn't think it was a right time to express that to him." you sigh "are you almost done im getting tired."

"yeah, go rest. we can finish this another day." hyunjin gives you a smile while you slowly make your way out.

hyunjin noticed you were more tired recently. when he asked you about it you told him that the doctors put you on a new prescription, and it made you really exhausted. even if you are tired you tried to not let it affect the mood.

hyunjin tried his best to not worry about it but he couldn't help but walk past your room whenever you were napping. or sit in the chair by your bed till you woke up. he was starting to get worried that he couldn't go a day without seeing you. you just carried this aura around you that made him want to continue to hang around.

hyunjin was lost in thought when his doctor came up to him asking if he had time to talk.

hyunjin and his doctor sit back in the office where he sat a month ago.

"how have you been this week? feeling okay?" the doctor asks while looking through his file.

"yeah i no longer feel sick when taking that medicine." hyunjin says picking at the skin around his nails.

"thats great to hear, so i was talking to your nurses and they think as well as i, you are free to be discharged. we called in your guardian to come sign you out, he said he should be here in a hour or so." the doctor says with a smile but slowly frowns when he see the look on the boys face. "hyunjin you should be happy why do you look so upset?"

"no i- um im just in shock, is it okay if i head out to say bye." hyunjin says while standing up out of his chair.

"yeah go ahead, it was lovely taking care of you, if you feel off or anything dont be afraid to come see me. also we are gonna need you to come back in a week for a check up if that okay." hyunjin nods rushing out the door to make his way to you.

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[thrawns-babygirl]

Insufferable Pt 2 (Crosshair x F!Reader)

Writers block is killing me lmaoooo so I decided to make a part 2 to one of my first fics i ever wrote because its been sitting in my drafts for way too long. Hope Yall enjoy, let me know what you think. Likes, Reblogs and Replies fuel me so pls dont hold back. Thinking of writing a part 3 but idk yet lol

I proofread it but im tired as hell so let me know if i missed anything

Rating: (E (18+) Warnings: Gags, Unprotected PiV, Creampie, Oral (F!Receiving), mentions of drawing blood Word Count: 2600+

Masterlist

It’s been weeks since the Batch landed on Kamino. Weeks of tests and poking and prodding and nothing to do but wait for orders to come in. It’s been a while since the batch had been on Kamino for this long in between missions and tensions were running high. Hunter had snapped at Wrecker, Tech had snapped at Hunter, Wrecker was trying to keep his head down and Crosshair? Crosshair was being the most unbearable of them all.

The Batch were used to his clipped replies and scathing remarks by now, but at the moment it’s like he was trying extra hard to be a snarky prick and the others were sick of it. They had gotten a brief reprieve when Crosshair was called down to the shooting range for an evaluation by Nala Se and a couple of other doctors and scientists but according to Tech’s findings in the Kaminoan data base he performed ‘sub-optimally’ and was sent to medical for an examination.

The Batch shared withering stares, knowing that if Crosshair was being intolerable now then the results of todays evaluations were only going to make the sniper ten times worse to deal with. A new mission could not come soon enough.

Crosshair was stalking down the halls of Kamino, and if looks could kill, any reg that he passed would have dropped dead had he been brave enough to make eye contact with the furious sniper. He was seething to himself as his legs dragged him down to the medical wing, towards the one person he wanted to see less than anyone else on this maker forsaken planet at the moment, you.

Ever since he made the grave mistake of giving in to his sordid desires with you on his mind, he could barely look at you, not that the two of you had a good relationship to begin with, but now it was worse.

Any time he looked at you he would be reminded of how he debased himself to the thought of you. How he couldn’t even control himself enough not to give you the smallest amount of power over him, and he hated it. The worst part? It wasn’t even the one time. After the metaphorical seal was broken, he couldn’t stop. Every night since he would bring himself to mind-blowing, leg shaking orgasms by his own hand in the ‘fresher, your name threatening to escape him in the form of strangled groans as he bites down on his fist to stifle his sounds. Those same nights he would wake up, panting, painfully hard as your form invaded even his subconscious.

He knew his brothers were on the receiving end of his short temper more than usual, but they had luckily chalked it up to their lack of action recently and being cooped up together in a tiny barracks on Kamino. He’s not sure how he would deal with it if they had any idea of the real reason he was so short tempered with them.

He’s shaken from his reverie as the door to your office slides open, he was so lost in his thoughts he didn’t even realise he was just standing outside your door. You look up at him, datapad in hand and give him a sickly-sweet smile. A brief look down at the pad in front of you shows the results from his lacklustre performance at the shooting range as well as some requests for certain medical examinations to see if the cause of his frustration is physical or mental.

He barges past you into your office without uttering a word and takes a seat in front of your desk.

“Well hello to you too Cross” you beam at him. It’s like you enjoy watching him suffer, like you derive some sick pleasure from watching him fail. He can’t stand it; he can’t stand you. So why is his cock reacting to your taunting smile? Why does he have to actively resist the urge to push you up against your desk and shut you up himself? He still doesn’t say a word, just glares at you while he pops a toothpick in his mouth.

“Just a couple of things today before I move your ungrateful behind onto a specialist, shed your armour and take your top off so I can draw some blood” He’s totally silent as he removes the top half of his armour and blacks, revealing the planes of his scarred chest. You quickly and painlessly draw some blood from his arm before running it through a machine to test his hormone levels and to test for any diseases.

“Have you been sexually active in the last 6 cycles?” You ask while looking down at the machine readout that’s coming up on your pad. The question startles him, he knows it’s standard, its not even the first time you’ve asked him, but while his traitorous cock is trapped against his body and his codpiece the question feels… different. He concedes that he can’t remain non-verbal the entire appointment and the sooner he gets through this the sooner he can… relieve himself.

“Yes” his reply is clipped, he’s still refusing to make eye contact, preferring to look around the sterile white room. You give a light snort, before looking up at him from your pad.

“Something funny?” he grits out at you, teeth clenching down on the toothpick in his mouth.

“Oh just with your sparkling personality I just wasn’t sure how lucky you were wooing the ladies, or men, no judgment, you’re just a little… how should I say this… abrasive?” the machine has finished uploading the data from his blood samples to your pad and you continue flicking through the results to see if there are any anomalies.

“I’m nicer to people who don’t piss me off Doc” he’s looking away again, out the small window near the back of your office, watching the ever-present Kamino rain. “Besides working for the GAR you get a lotta ladies hanging around bases looking to have some fun with a clone or two. But I’m sure you know all about that don’t you?” he turns to face you, a cocky smirk painting his features.

You balk, gripping your pad, brows furrowed as you look for something to say. He’s not wrong after all, you have had a rendezvous with a few clones in your time serving as a doctor on Kamino. It gets lonely and the donor was a very attractive man, so naturally things were bound to happen.

“Jealous Cross?” you’re still inputting the results of his blood test into the system, refusing to make eye contact as you try to recover from being called out.

“Not at all, why would I need some reg’s sloppy seconds when I’ve got lines of women ready to throw themselves at me and my ‘sparkling personality’ any time I’m off world” he finally has the upper-hand again and you’re scrambling to keep up. You simply decide on staying quiet while you gather the instruments required for the rest of the exams and will the rising blush away from your cheeks. “Out of the rest of your armour and on the bed” you grit out at him, still refusing to look him in the eye.

“Oh Doc, you gotta woo me a little better than that if you want me in your bed” you can hear the cocky smile in his voice breaking through over the clatter of his armour hitting the hard floor of your office as he follows your instructions and sits down on the cot in front of you. “If I wanted a cocky di’kut in my bed I’d ask any of the clones from Tango Squad to join me, not you, now lie down so we can get this over with and you can be a pain in your brother’s asses instead of mine” you move the scanner over him, adjusting the settings before running it over his whole body, watching the readouts closely searching for any abnormalities.

“Those shinies wouldn’t know how to please a woman if it hit them in the face” he drawls, eyes trained on your form leaning over his body. You let out another involuntary laugh “Oh and you would hotshot?” your eyes don’t leave the readout in front of you, if they did you would see the tent that Crosshair is pitching in his blacks as his eyes rake up and down your form.

Every single lewd thought the sniper has had while touching himself in the refresher coming to the surface now that you’re so close, the confirmation that you have indeed slept with regs making his blood boil. He could make you feel better than any of those regs could ever dream of, he would make your body sing for him, and he’s certain you would let him.

 “I would” he states simply and watches as a blush spreads its way up your neck to the tips of your ears, your throat bobs slightly as you swallow, and he knows he’s got you right where he wants you. You finish your scans, moving the machinery away and begin busying yourself with your datapad again. Without looking up you walk over to your office and punch in a code to the door panel locking it before walking back over to where Crosshair sits on the edge of the cot, leaning back with his hands planted on the fabric behind him, lets spread, rolling the toothpick in his mouth from one side to the other.

“Prove it then” you finally look up, placing your data pad on the desk.

“Now now Doc, who says I want to prove myself to you?” his voice dropping an octave as you saunter over to him. Your eyes land on the bulge caged by his blacks and you smirk up at him “Your body betrays you trooper, but if you don’t want to I have plenty of fine men on the other side of that door I can mmphh-” he silences you by slamming his lips against yours, his hands moving to your hips and pulling you against him as he runs his tongue along your lower lip, you open your mouth slightly and he slips his tongue inside, swallowing any sound that threatens to escape you.

You reluctantly break apart for air, panting slightly with kiss swollen lips as Crosshair stands up off the bed and slowly starts peeling your uniform pants and panties down your legs. “You talk too much Doc” he grunts out spinning you and placing your now naked ass on the bed that he was just occupying. “and what are you going to do abou-” you’re once again interrupted as Crosshair shoves your panties into your mouth and you look at him incredulously. “Much better” he growls as he lowers himself down to his knees, running his hands along your bare thighs before spreading them and gazing at your slick entrance.

“You’re already so kriffing wet doc, those regs mustn’t be treating you right if you’re already this soaked for me” you can feel the warm puffs of his breath fanning over your sensitive entrance as he talks. He looks up at you, not breaking eye contact as he licks a broad stripe up your cunt, swirling the muscle around your clit before diving in and eating you like a man starved.

Your groan is stifled by the fabric shoved in your mouth, saliva is threatening to spill around your lips as Cross laps at you. You close your eyes and lean your head back, indulging in the feeling of his tongue slipping inside you. You didn’t want to admit it but the clones you have been sleeping with have been somewhat lacklustre recently, with you often having to finish yourself off after they excused themselves back to their barracks. Tonight however, you can tell by the rapidly tightening coil in your stomach that that will not be an issue.

Cross groans into your cunt, and the vibrations of his voice send electricity shooting down your spine, winding the coil tighter. You open your eyes and glance down, the Sniper has freed himself from his blacks and his using his free hand to stroke his hard length vigorously. The sight sends you over the edge, your thighs wrap themselves around his head as all of your muscles tense and your orgasm washes over you and down onto his chin, your loud moans of his name muffled by the now soaked fabric still stuffed in your mouth.

Crosshair continues lapping at your juices, bringing you to overstimulation before extracting himself from your thighs and wiping your slick from his face. His smirk has evolved into a cocky grin as he stands and lines himself up with your entrance.

“You ready for the main course doc?” you nod vigorously as he runs the tip of his cock along your soaked entrance, teasing your clit before pushing forward enough for just the tip to slip inside only to pull it back out and continue teasing you.

You groan through your gag and tilt your hips upward hoping that he will get the hint and fuck you already. “Oh if only they could see you now, the high and mighty Doc just begging to be filled by a defective clone… if only they could see how much of a slut you are for my cock-” he punctuates his statement by finally slipping himself inside of you in a single swift thrust.

The feeling of your tight walls rips an uncharacteristically loud groan from the sniper, you felt divine, and after so long fantasizing about fucking you, he’s certain he’s going to bust early like some damn shiny losing his V card. He stays still for a moment, one hand gripping your thigh and the other reaching between the two of you to start toying with your already sensitive clit, causing your head to loll forward. Slowly, after acclimating to the way you stretch around his girth, he starts moving, his cock reaching perfectly inside to that sweet spot that has you rapidly approaching your second orgasm quicker than you anticipated.

You’re lucky your office is soundproofed, the loud moans that make it through your gag and the sound of his hips slapping against yours would paint any passer-by a very vivid picture of what exactly is going on behind closed doors. The drag of his length against your walls is heavenly, the tight circles he’s drawing against your clit with his fingers cause your muscles to clench around him, strangling his cock as your orgasm washes over you. You pant through your nose, squeezing your eyes shut as your peak engulfs you, loud moans of his name caught on the makeshift gag still stuffed in your mouth.

Placing both of his hands onto your hips and resting his head in the crook of your shoulder he chases his own peak, hips slamming into yours as he latches his mouth against your neck sucking a dark mark against your skin as his cock throbs inside of you, spurting ropes of hot cum into your abused pussy. Thrusting a few more times before stopping and resting his forehead against yours in a surprisingly intimate gesture.

You’re both panting, as he finally reaches up to remove the soaked fabric from your mouth. He slowly extracts himself from you, watching as his release starts spilling out of you onto the white bed beneath you and begins to redress. “I think I’ve proven my point doc; anything comes up on the scans let me know” he says as he continues clipping the hard plastoid of his armour into place. You nod, still somewhat at a loss for words as you watch him tuck your panties into a pouch on his belt. He gives you a three-finger salute before unlocking the door to your office and making a quick exit before you get a chance to say anything to him. Leaving you to redress alone and figure out what the fuck just happened.

@where-is-my-mind-tho @starborncyare @antishadow2021 @healingskywalker@crosshairlovebot

[dr-trafalgar-law]

Trafalgar Law X CisFem Reader

4

Your first night with Azul was not what you expected. It had been a long time since you had a puppy in the house. So long you forgot how much sleep gets lost. On top of being a pup she was still recovering from surgery and coming down off the pain medication before her next dose was due was difficult. The nights that followed seemed easier but perhaps you were just lost in your delirium. 

You stood at the coffee maker in the break room. 

"Are you trying to use your mind-yoi?" 

"Hmm?" you looked up at your boss as he glanced between you and the machine. 

"Oh, F/N… are you ok?"

Before you could answer he'd already switched into doctor mode, placing his hand on your forehead and looking over your clammy, paler than usual face. You thought you'd successfully covered the deep circles under your eyes - but apparently not. 

"Wha-?" you muttered, slowly registering what was happening, "I'm fine, I'm fine. It's just Azul…" a huge yawn interrupted you, making Marco chuckle.

"Ah, side effects of a puppy in recovery-yoi. Should I have Shachi help Chopper up front today so you can go home and rest?"

"No, it's ok. I'm fine really." you insisted. 

"She's sick?" Dr. Trafalgar questioned flatly, entering the room. 

"Just a little exhaustion-yoi."

"She should go home then," the other doctor murmured glancing over you and turning back to Marco. 

"I'm right here, ya know." you pouted, "I can't go home anyway - the reason I'm so tired lives with me now." 

"Just board her then-yoi. She's familiar with the staff." the blonde suggested. 

"I don't want her to think I've abandoned her." 

The slightest hint of amusement crossed the tattooed doctor's lips. 

"And we need to get used to each other." you added finally pressing the start button on the coffee machine. 

"Take a nap in overnight's office at least. I can't have my receptionist toppling over at the front desk." Dr. Newgate ordered. 

"Ok, ok. The phones quiet down between two and three. I'll have Chopper fly solo for an hour." 

Marco nodded moving to make his own cup of coffee while Law grabbed a can of tea from the fridge and exited quietly. Abandoning your coffee in the fridge for later, you made your way upfront to give Chopper the rundown. 

The overnight office was small and cold, perfect for an afternoon nap. There was a bunk bed against the back wall with a nightstand, an alarm clock and a touch lamp. The left side of the room was lined with shelves and storage bins, while the right was plastered with VetMed memes. 

You shut the door and pulled fresh blankets off the shelf before kicking off your shoes and getting comfortable on the bottom bunk. It really didn't take long to fall asleep once you got cuddled up. 

The sound of cardboard shuffling and crashing to the floor startled you. 

"Shit." The curse was so soft you thought you might've dreamt it. 

Yawning, you sat up as Trafalgar turned to pick up the box with a frustrated sigh. 

"Can I help ya with something doc?"

"That's - I didn't come in here to wake you up."

You pushed the blanket aside and stretched,"But you look like you need help." 

He reached into his scrub pocket retrieving a battery as you tapped the bedside lamp to brighten the room. 

"Where can I get this?" he redirected his gaze while you fixed your hair and slipped into your shoes. 

"What size?" you asked, stepping toward him. 

"Size?" he looked back at you confused before processing what'd you'd asked.

"Yeah," you chuckled, taking it from him, "your hands are huge, I couldn't tell if it was a double or triple A."

There was an awkward moment of silence while his ears began to burn. It was just a moment of confusion. He obviously knew batteries came in different sizes. But now he felt so stupid for pausing and you just chuckled it off like you always did. 

"We keep them in IMed*. I can show you." you offered with a small smile. 

"I have an appointment to get to." he murmured gruffly before excusing himself. 

You stood there alone with the battery in your hand not even knowing how many or for what device he needed. 

"What are you doing back here-yoi?" your boss asked as you stepped into his treatment area, "It has barely been 45 minutes."

Opening the drawer under the desk next to him you rummaged around for the box of double A batteries, "Doctor T couldn't find these." 

"So he woke you up?" The amount of outrage in his usually calm voice was almost flattering. 

"He really didn't mean to. He thought we kept them in the back office and dropped a box. Poor guy was so embarrassed he just walked out." you laughed, easing Marco's frustration. 

After collecting what you needed you made your way to Law's office. The mouse on his desk was turned upside down with the battery removed. You replaced it and set the extra you'd brought with you next to his keyboard.

"Here's a spare!" You wrote on a small post-it. 

On your way back to the lobby you stopped at the break room to retrieve your now cold coffee from the fridge. 

Chopper wasn't alone long but he had managed very well on his own. You were still tired but had enough of a nap to be able to focus on work. Luckily the afternoon picked up and you didn't have the down time to think about sleep. 

As you were preparing to close for the day and get Azul ready to go, your extension rang. 

"What's up?" you answered assuming it was one of the technicians. 

"Thank you, F/N-ya." Law's voice was soft and low. 

"Oh - uh right… the battery." you stammered feeling a little rush in your chest. 

"Yes, and I put some CBD chews in the bag hanging on Azul's kennel. That should help her wind down at night."

"Thanks doc, ya didn't have to do all that." you smiled resting the receiver against your shoulder while you powered the computer down. 

"No worries. Enjoy your evening." 

"Yeah, you too." you replied brightly. 

The last few interactions you'd had with Law were almost painfully awkward. Well, more so than usual. He was already not a very social human and reserved most of his politeness and niceties for the clients. Though on more than a few occasions someone complained that he was too cold and straight forward. All of that was fine with you until recently - you didn't have to speak with him often. Now one of his patients belonged to you. 

Perhaps you'd end up bonding with him after all. 

*Internal Medicine 

[kindnessisweakness2]

Delusional - Part 18

After a week of planning, the day of the fundraiser for the local high schools new music block finally arrived. As usual Delaney was running around like a headless chicken trying to get everything on Gemma’s list. Jax, Clay, Opie and Tig were picking up the last shipment of guns and storing them in the warehouse Juice found them out on the border of the Wahiwah. And the rest of the members were helping Gemma set up the stalls. Everyone had been so busy trying to sort out the new arrival of this ATF bitch and the problems she brought with her, Delaney and Jax still hadnt got round to celebrating their new engagement. Oh dont get me wrong no body had missed the Gigantic rock on the left hand of Jax Teller’s Old Lady. And both Delaney and Jax were all over each other the second they got the chance, even Gemma walking in on the couple at one point. They were totally obsessed with eachother, They just hadnt had the chance to throw a party/ annocuncement yet. 

Delaney sighed in frustration as she looked at the Que at the checkout. Why was it always busy when your in a rush? “Oh fancy seeing you here!” Delaney rolled her eyes as she recognized the voice instantly. Turning around Delaney plastered a smile on her face that was clearly fake. “Tara.” Tara’s face twisted at the uninterested tone in Delaney’s voice. “How’s Jax? Havent seen him around.” Delaney smirked, “Oh my Fiance?” She questioned purposely lifting her left hand and flipping her hair. “You wouldnt have seen him around much. We’ve been real busy.” The smirk on Delaney’s face grew wider as Tara’s face fell quickly. “Your engaged?” Nodding her head and sighing dramatically Delaney couldnt help but enjoy this moment abit more than she should. “Yeah. I still cant believe he popped the question so quickly. He’s such a romantic. All over me any chance he gets. We’re just so happy together.” Tara’s face fell deeper into a frown with every word that passed from Delaney’s lips. Hearing how happy they were together is the last thing she wanted to know. Jealousy was clear to read on Tara’s face as she rolled her eyes at the soon to be Mrs Teller and made her way to the furthest checkout in the store. Delaney being the petty person she was couldnt help but call out to the scorned ex-girlfriend, sarcasm dripping from every word. “Dont be a stranger now Tara! I’m sure we will see you at the fundrasier today.”  Turning back to the counter, Delaney unloaded her cart. Damn, She really was turning in to gemma. 

Less than an hour later, everything was finally ticked off of Gemma’s list. Sighing with relief, Delaney finally sat down at the bar in a quiet clubhouse. Everyone was setting up at the school field, But with it being a Friday the usual party also needed setting up. Delaney volunteered hoping it would give her 30 mins peace. She’s felt so tired the last few days. With all the trouble from club and all the worry its no wonder she feels like she could sleep for days. The sound of the door slamming open made her jump in her seat, her heart hammering in her chest. “Sorry Baby. Didnt mean to make you jump.” The sound of Jax’s voice calmed her instantly. Smiling up at him as he wrapped his arms around her, She couldnt help but question how she got so lucky. “You ok?” Jax asked worriedly as he brought his thumb up to caress the dark circles under her eyes. “Yeah. Im just tired. I worry too much about everyone. Been waking up in the middle of the night feeling sick so I'm not sleeping well. It's just anxiety baby it'll pass." Delaney smiled up at her soon to be husband as she lifted her hand to smooth the frown lines on his forehead. "I knew something was wrong when I kept waking up to you leaving our bed. Your going to the doctor Laney." Jax pulled his phone from his pocket but before he could dial the doctors office Delaney pulled it from his hands and placed it on the bar. Standing from the bar stool she was sat on a grin spread across her lips as she gripped Jax's kutte. "I know what will make me feel better." She spoke softly before capturing his lips with hers. Jax smiled down at his fiance as he let her push him backwards until the leather of his Kutte hit the double doors of the club meeting room. "You are insatiable woman." Delaney grinned against the soft skin of his neck. "That's right Teller. Just can't get enough of you." Reaching out behind her Fiance, she forced the doors to the meeting room open and made her way inside. Leaning against the large Oak table with the detailed carving of the reaper, her mischevious eyes met his. "Tell me how good it would be to bend me over this table?" Delaney made her way around to Jax's VP chair, her eyes never leaving his as she spoke. "Or to make me ride you in your chair. Every time you sit in it, your brain giving you flashbacks of me writhing on top of you." Not being able to help himself anymore, Jax sat down in his chair and pulled her to sit astride him. “I love you.” Delaney smiled as she looked down at her fiance, his cheeks light pink and eyes full of lust. How this man even took a second glance at her, nevermind fall in love with her, she would never know. But he did. He was hers. And that filled Delaney with more emotion than she would ever be able to show. “I love you, more than you’ll ever know Teller.” So she showed him, just how much he made her crazy, just how much love and lust he filled her with. Right there, in his VP Chair. In the private room, where no random crow eater or any other insignificant woman had had a piece of her man, she gave Jax a memory he would never forget. No, going forward every time her man sat in that chair he would be reminded just what his old lady could do. 

“There you are! I was getting ready to send a goddamn search party! Your asses are 2 hours late.” Gemma scolded Jax and Delaney as they finally made their way to her food stand. Crossing her arms over her chest as she examined the flustered pair, it didnt take a rocket scientist to work out why they were late. Jax smiled cheekily at his mother as he flung his arm over Delaney’s shoulder. “Sorry Ma, Just cant keep my hands off my beautiful fiance.” God, he would never get tired of saying that. Delaney flushed red as a smirk crossed Gemma’s face. “Yeah Yeah, get your fine ass in that booth sweetheart im swamped.” Delaney stood on her tip toes to kiss Jax gently and headed for the booth to start serving. A few minutes later, when the que for Gemma’s famous Chilli died down, Delaney knew the interrigation from her future mother in law would start. “Y’know if you keep letting him hit it like that you’ll be knocked up before you know it. Bare foot and swollen will be your new normal, Jax wants a football team baby. Always has.” Gemma didnt waste any time. Straight to the point, as she always was. At the mention of babies, her heart panged painfully in her chest. If she was strong enough, if she protected it, they would already have one. And she lives with that guilt every day. If only she had been better. Tears filled her eyes at the thought of what she had lost. What Jax unknowingly lost because of her. Her eyes drifted across the green and locked on her smiling fiance as he played with Opie’s son, Kenny. He would be an amazing dad. Sensing the atmosphere in the booth change and seeing the tears fall down Delaney’s face so quickly had Gemma feeling instantly guilty. “I’m sorry baby.” The look on her face told Delaney she genuinely meant the apology. Shaking her head, She sniffled lightly and tried to dry her still flowing tears. “It’s okay. It’s just me. Over-emotional me.” Delaney wiped her hands on her jeans as she tried to steady her breathing, eyes still locked on Jax as he now held Ellie while talking to Donna. “I’m gonna go for a walk. I just need a minute. I’ll be back by the time the band starts.” High tailing it out of the booth, Delaney made her way into the high school and headed for the bathrooms. She needed as far away from Gemma and her foot in mouth syndrome as she could get. 

After hiding in the bathroom for 10 Minutes, Delaney realised that she couldnt avoid this, as much as she wanted to. She needed to suck it up and stop being so touchy. Knowing Gemma didnt make her comment with malace, Delaney couldnt hold it against her. She didnt know what was going on with her emotions just lately but the drop of a tea spoon could have her crying. Stress really did fuck with your brain. Running cold water over her face to hide the redness, she made her way back towards the booth Gemma and now half the club occupied. Her eyes landed on a frantic Queen B, as she got closer. “Whats wrong gem?” Gemma shook her head in frustration, “The fucking band is running late. Unser is stalling everyone with the raffle but we have no entertainment for atleast 30 mins.” Delaney shrugged, “Maybe tell people theres been a Delay? Refreshment break before the fireworks?” Gemma rounded on her, not even listening to her suggestion. “Wait, you dance right? Jax’s always going on about how amazing you are. You’ll do a performance.” Her eyes widened in fear. “What? No! i cant! i dont perform, i just do classes. Really im not that good, Jax is just being supportive.” Gemma waived her hand still not listening to a word she said. “Unser will announce you in 5 mins. Meet you by the stage.” Delaney groaned in frustration. Gemma really was an Asshole when she wanted to be. Making her way across the green, anxiety twisted her stomach in knots and threatened to make he heart jump from her chest. Coming to a stop infront of the stairs that lead to the stage, Delaney shook her head. There was no way she could dance on that stage with how bad the floor was. One wrong move and she would break her neck. What the fuck was she meant to do?

"And now! Please put your hands together for an exclusive performance from our very own Delaney Carter!!" As she ascended the stairs and made her way towards the microphone, her eyes scanned the crowd for the one person she needed to get through this. And she found him at the back stood with Gemma, his blonde hair tucked under a Reaper Crew Cap and confusion twisted on his face. Clearing her throat, Delaney grabbed the Mic and took a deep breath trying to swallow back the vomit in her throat. "So our band has been delayed and I've been given the job of entertaining you all. As most of you know, nobody gets away with telling my future mother in law no." The laughter from the crowd helped ease her nerves slightly. "Dancing is the only talent I really have but this stage is not the safest thing and I don't really perform. So I'm gonna do something I haven't in years, I'm gonna sing you a song."

Jax Watched as Delaney Nervously shuffled her feet as Unser pressed play on the speakers. He had never heard her sing. No one really had, but when the music started to play loudly and her voice drifted out over the crowd seamlessly he couldnt help but let his mouth drop open. Her voice. He couldnt describe it, but he was in Awe. 

Hold up Hold on Don't be scared You'll never change what's been and gone May your smile Shine on Don't be scared Your destiny may keep you warm

Jax watched as everyone around them started to drift along to the very popular song. It was one of his faveorites and he couldnt believe how fucking amazing she sounded singing it. 

'Cause all of the stars have faded away Just try not to worry You'll see them some day Take what you need And be on your way And stop crying your heart out Get up (Get up) Come on (Come on) Why you scared? (I'm not scared) You'll never change what's been and gone

His eyes never left her. “Shes Fucking amazing!” Gemma commented from next to him, but she sounded so distant. Delaney had his full focus. He didnt even register Tara coming to stand next to him.

Where all of the stars have faded away Just try not to worry You'll see them some day Just take what you need And be on your way And stop crying your heart out (When all of your stars) were faded away Just try not to worry You'll see them some day Just take what you need And be on your way Stop crying your heart out Stop crying your heart out Stop (Crying your heart out), stop now Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Stop crying your heart out Ah, ooh, ooh, oh

Jax smiled widely and all of the guys started to Scream and hollar over the sounds of the clapping in support of Delaney’s Performance. Without a backwards glace, Jax rushed towards the stairs of the stage to meet Delaney as she came down. Red faced and a mixture of embarrassment and shocked that people enjoyed her singing, She laughed loudly as Jax lifted her up and spun her around, Kissing her deeply and telling her how well she did. Gemma watched with a big smile as her son held his fiance tightly. She couldnt explain how it felt to finally see him happy. “Wow. How can i compete with that?” Tara’s comment made Gemmas smile instantly drop. The angry momma bear rounded on the scorned Ex girlfriend who nearly ruined her sons life. “You Cant. Bottom Line, you cant compete when you dont compare.” Taras face instantly turned red at the insult. 

“Take this as your friendly warning sweetheart. Stay away from my family, Or i’ll cut your little tits off.” And with that, like nothing was ever said out of turn. Gemma strolled towards the happy couple, with Tara watching from afar. Scorned. Hurt. And downright pissed at the nerve of Gemma. 

A/N: This version of the song that i imagine Delaney singing is the Leona Lewis cover. Please search it up on Youtube/ Spotify as she has an amazing voice!

[hisokamywaifu]

Mori Relationship Hcs (sfw and nsfw sections)

I can't explain how feral I am for this man

Warnings: again, probably cursing, there is a nsfw section but it is clearly marked so you can ignore it if you want, he's a sub in the nsfw because I refuse to sub, mori being mori but no actual pedophilia mentioned because he can be how i want him to be in my mind, not proofread becasue im tired, wrote this quickly because I'm feral for him, this is a tough one so sorry if it's a big ooc

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Let me start by saying this man does not have enough fics about him

Like what are people doing???

Anyway

Sugar daddy vibes

He makes sure everyone in the port mafia treats you with the utmost respect, and always buys you the finest of the fine stuff

Will just surprise you with random stuff you don't have any need for like random jewelry and clothes

And if you actually ask for something he'll have someone get it for you immediately

He will be so overjoyed if you get along with Elise

Like if you do something remotely positive towards her he with smother you with affection and just be the happiest guy

And he might modify her personality just a bit to make her as enamored with you as he is (but in a platonic way)

He will go between being the most down bad simp for you and being the most smooth bitch ever

Will casually compliment you or say something to get you flustered

And then a few minutes later will be staring at you with the most lovesick eyes ever and begging you to cuddle him

All of the port mafia at first was so confused why you were with him and why you weren't creeped out, there will be rumors that you're a gold digger and shit

But once they've all met you they'l know you're amazing

Which makes them even more confused about you and Mori

He'll let you randomly sit in on his meetings and be extra smug and commanding in front of you

But as soon as he has a day off or even an hour off he'll want to do everything with you

He loves you so much, and he'll listen to your favorite songs, read your favorite books, watch your favorite shows with you because he's so in love

Such a simp

Very affectionate but sometimes will wait for you to initiate

Ooooooo and if your safety has been threatened by the ADA or The Guild or something he'll get pissed

He'll remain calm but threaten all of the port mafia that if you are not brought back safely heads will roll

And when you're secured safe and sound he will smother you in kisses and not let you leave his side

...may have you sit in his lap when he calls people into his office

Even though he's flirty and a pretty attractive guy he doesn't really get around so he's pretty touch starved

Will cling to you while cuddling

and I mean CLING

He will wrap around you , or wrap you around him (depends on the day) and won't let you get up

While to outsiders it seems like he's the one in command, he will do literally anything you say

Again, not much actual relationship experience but he can be very romantic when he wants to be

Expect occasional candlelit dinners for no reason

Just because he wants you to be happy and he loves you so much is what he says innocently

He'll also do the silliest little impromtu roleplaying that you have to play along with

Like if you're sick or have the slightest injury or pain he'll be your innocent little doctor taking care of you by smothering you with kisses

Except he actually is a doctor

So anything wrong will instantly be cured

With the best care

~NSFW~

warnings: sado/masochism, mori's voice, bondage, role play, dom!reader, top and bottom reader and mori, sub!mori, cumming untouched, degradation, pegging, overstim, edging

heh

on to the good stuff

First off

He knows what his voice does to you

(If you're as into Mori's dub as I am, read my Hisoka hcs)

Anywho, he will use that seductive voice of his to his advantage whenever he wants you

He is the biggest pain slut ever

Slap him, bite him, step on him, he'll beg for it all and more

He is the kinkiest little bastard on the face of this earth, so expect some crazy requests

Tie him up.

Shibari, the tight ropes against his skin, he'll protest he wants to touch you but not being able to move turns him on so much

Since he's the head of the port mafia, he's more than ready to relinquish control to you

Oh and you know how I mentioned role play earlier

Well, not only will he pretend to be your meek little nurse, he'll take it further

He'll ask in his faux meek voice with a hint of playfulness if you require any more of his services once he's done bandaging you up

And you'll catch on quickly

And one thing will lead to another

If you know what I mean 😏

And his voice 😩

Sorry if you couldn't tell i LOVE his voice

Everything he says already sounds like he's moaning so why not actually make him moan

Since he's such a painslut, he loves overstimulation

Just make him cum over and over until he cries and can't cum anymore

It's all he wants in life

And edging

Edge the man

He's a little bastard, he deserves it

He doesn't need any stimulation to cum if you degrade him

Call him a whore and a little bitch, and your fucktoy and he's creaming his pants

He'll bring up pegging even before you do

He's clearly a bottom bitch, and while he does enjoy the thought of impregnating you, there's nothing that turns him on more than you fucking him into the mattress

His nails will be scratching down your back, grasping the sheets, gasping your name~

Oh

OH

pull his hair

That'll have him cumming faster than anything else will

Spank him too

He'll be moaning for more

Since he's such a slut he'd probbaly be down for some exhibitionism in front of some port mafia members but you might have to shoot that idea down before he gets too excited

Because things could go wrong there very quickly

Back to sfw if you guys are still here

All in all, he's down bad for you but knows how to be sexy about it

He'll take care of you and be awesome

AND HIS VOICE

😩

In case I haven't mentioned it before I love his voice

For those of you who watch bsd subbed, I suggest listening to his voice in the dub becasue 😳 it is something

[misseyres]

im so sick and tired of this bullshit im so sick and tired of politicians making decisions about my body and corporations not funding research about women's bodies im so tired of worrying about what might happen when i go home and it's dark out im so tired of always having to be feminine but not too feminine to be taken seriously in a professional context im so tired that every time i go to the doctor im told to be less stressed while the world is literally on fire and i can't find a job im so tired of being catcalled and called 'easy' im so tired of tradwives im so tired of hashtag girlbosses im so tired of waiting for another study to come out how tampons cause cancer, oopsies! im so tired of being cold in the office so men dont sweat im so tired. im so so tired. and yet i keep going. because there's no way in hell my baby niece is going to have to worry about getting her birth control, or an abortion, or if her period products have lead, or if she can find the book she wants at the library, if she can get married, or if she wants to transition and can access to hrt, or anything else. i will not let my world be her world.

[aguineapigcouldntdothis]

just scheduled my appointment to start testosterone for january 5th! I was initially going to do it after i got further in the diagnostic process for my joint pain but i am sick and tired of waiting. starting testosterone is something i actually have a ton of control over rather than having to rely on doctors who dont even care enough to not make constant mistakes. plus i can actually afford T now without being terrified for my financial situation.

also the nurse im seeing to start T is openly nonbinary! meaning that i can actually be honest about my goals and hopefully get better assistance than i would with a cis nurse/doctor.

tomorrow im picking up my lab referral sheet from my primary care doctor and it better be the right one or I'll be pissed as FUCK. im gonna ask if they can fax it over and if they say no (even though they absolutely could do it) im not gonna argue. it's not too far away and i like driving. my strategy of giving 1 star reviews so doctors offices want to be kinder to me and actually treat me like a person is working pretty well.

[theholyprince]

This is a bit ventish so sorry already

I'm coming to the disability tags for help. I have knee pain so bad it makes me unable to walk at time (hot and cold gel usually doesn't work), similarly to my dad I also have really bad headaches that I kinda just got used to because my mom refused to give me advils or similar things during most of my life. I also have trouble breathing but its confirmed to not be asthma (did the test twice+ lung x ray).

I have a paediatrician , she is pretty bad at her job (not looking more into my leg problems after a blood test, telling me to take melatonin because I said I was way more tired then usually (I sleep just as much) and to stop taking Tylenol to fix my headaches (did not work)). Everyone around me says she is trying her best and agree with her that its "all in my head". I got a social worker by her and said social worker refused to give me a therapist because I am also waiting for autism screening (still don't understand why I can't do both) so they won't even let me confirm that.

I am also going to other doctors for my transition, they said they might give me a therapist if my social worker still refuses so I guess I at least have that? My social worker has been sick for the past 4 months however. I can't contact her for help and because I'm trans , no social worker at school wants to help me because I'm "impossible to help" because "only hormones can make me feel better"

Everyone around me makes me feel like I'm faking being unwell , intentionally or not. I feel like I can't trust my own body scream for help and I don't know what to do. She makes me so depressed I don't actually want to go see her again , thinking about going to her office makes me stressed. Should I just wait until I'm older and hope people take me more seriously , should I just give up in general and suffer ?? Since I have no note from the doctor that say sport is extremely distressing to me because of transness or cannot physically do sport because of my issues I am seen as lazy and am actively forced to do them even tho it hurts me a lot (physically and mentally) to a point where giving my all makes me unable to walk properly for a few days.

Im sorry for coming here for help but I have nobody else to ask.

[stfuviolet1]

These days, I've been going through some setbacks. Idk, for a second I thought I was gonna fall into the rabbit hole again. But this time, it's different. It's nothing much about my insecurities but rather life in general itself. Work, family, money, friends, boys basically everything. Life's been a lil hard lately ever since I start practising. As much as I'm stoked to be getting my SAPC, words cant describe how overwhelmed I am right now with my boss. She's.. I can't even begin where to start with the misery she's caused all of us in the office. I am a strong believer that nothing and no one can get inside my mind unless I allow them but for someone who's got a petite physical she somehow manage to get through and stay long enough to get me fuken stressed up.

Family? idk, i love my family and its no secret im a family person and that I'd do anything for them. Basically the reason why im still holding on with everything that drains me from inside out is because of my family especially with my dad's condition right now. But idk sometimes i feel like i was never valued. No matter how much i sacrificed, no matter how hard i work, it's still not enough. most of my money is spent on my family and its not that i care but idk, a lil thank you should be enough? a lil hug? a lil 'im proud of u' ? i was so sick recently and it lasted the whole week and i had my blood taken out and doctor said im super close to lungs infection. he also claimed that im restless. but despite all that, i still forced myself to wake up every morning and showed up to work. im grateful that god still gives me strength to show up everyday, but sometimes i wish i would come home to hot porridge or soup made by my mom with a lil hug telling me ''its gonna be fine''. i didnt ask for much, i just want a lil attention and care . i know how im mostly known as strong independent woman but deep inside, im so tired. so so tired.

[the-firebird69]

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You look real sick cuz they are and this Mac noticed it said man you look so sick and the guy said yeah I think I am so maybe you should go to the doctor and I said they can't fix that im really angry too. And the guys saying all the s*** to her son it's a f****** f**

This man could even with him he said you don't do that kind of s*** to someone cuz her arm wrestling you and he's trying to harm his arm afterwards instead I'm so sick of you and your idiot kind of idiot you look like an idiot and you sound like one cuz I'm not into you it's just tired of being repressed I'm tired of the ACT going on way past it and obviously not for whatever your status so it goes off and tries to figure out you can't since what's the status improve this over here has all this humongous ships you don't have and so he left he's wanted to destroy the Earth and I figurines and you're going to back him and go down there and try and do the same thing this is no we're not going to check it out I said used to you can't allow anybody with a half a brain since this is going to happen we have to clean it up clean the act up I'm just going to kill everyone yep... The Mac says I know I'm right and I know you're right I'm just going to just lie she's needed it's terrible

So you got into it later you said your master or father or whatever says you're kind of nuts he doesn't want to use the landlord he doesn't want to see you and people jammed them into the situation you can't get out of ravens he's going to use absolute force and nobody's going to stop him so stan says "I'm going to use absolute Force and RAM one of the ships right up there". What he meant was I'm going to go across the universe and drive into the planet with it on board or not whatever it takes since I can't handle the voices and I can't handle anything he says the max says he was right about you you're a weakling he's going around dissing people all day long and you're not and you can't handle the job it's very difficult it's so hard I don't think that you boys should be here at all and you are looked up and says we'll help us out Daddy tell us what to do, go pursue your dream I'm sure someone will help you. It says lucky then f you then he said to the Max and the mac turns around said that's not really what it meant I meant you go ahead and do what you think's right cuz you're not going to do anything else anyways turns around to leave it says I don't know what your opinion is. My opinion is you're so f****** stupid you're dead already unless you admit that. Stan says I'm dead already then I'm going to do what I want to the kid. So you went up to him and knocked him out cold and arrested him and said he was saying he's going to commit murder at the police station and presented ID and they put him in the cell and he was arrested last night he's going for it again now to get arrested and people don't want him around they're going after him very solidly they're going to shut his office if mac trying to pull it they're going to shut him down

They have serious backing but the system wasn't that bad we keep saying the maccles I'm so sick of you you're too enough dumb s*** is a huge pile of s*** already and you're s******* all over the place and they keep seeing him doing it I've seen these idiots doing I see you trying to crack some stuff and they won't let you know I'm tired of working with us already and they're going to war with these people westboro people I was s*** you're trying to fix Mac and others and see what happens but we know happens is back to finally gets it it's been stuck to the guy forever... It's very simple these people have a very low IQ and they have a mentality of primates they want to steal all your stuff and leave you with nothing why she waste away or kill you easily that's what it's like they're animals they're accused too low they don't have IQ of human beings they acted and that's dangerous as hell because they're a little bit above primates but no most of them are stupid as a piece of s*** and they have to observe them in like their natural environment so you go cameras in the neighborhood it's mostly them or apartment complex and you see how they act all they want slam the doors yelling at each other it's absolutely normal and not contrived and then they say it's an act and we're doing this to do that and all s*** really they just slobs and they want to be slobs and they want to live like s*** we have to stop that kind of thing cuz nobody would survive it think about that down below with this huge Maniac running yet is similar is like he was a little higher maybe 20 points higher than 60 so it's been a long time and I've been talking about a lot of stuff and I can't help what I'm doing just sitting here threatening me trying of course I'm going to be incriminated but I'm not the one with big ships huge lasers are really kind of substandard and it opened up the package way in advance this go along with what I'm coming up with turn around the assholes doing what I said like saying I planned it or something like this I've had enough and I wrote it down and send it out and I'm sending more out they said their animals they're stupid we should listen to anything they say they're complete completely gone and I studied them and I don't want to study them every day you keep asking me this s*** I don't have to investigated and I need help now I need a lot of it so you sent orders all sorts of people so that would be a standing order that you're too saturated certain level and they kept doing it and it works thank you one little push cuz I'm a foot taller no.

Thor Freya

[drdemonprince]

hilariously i have also wasted absurd quantities of time on these projects.

my hematocrit was too high for my previous pcp to prescribe me more testosterone. so i tried to circumvent her by getting a new pcp.

i do all this research to find new doctors, i speak to other trans people, i find a new clinic an a new guy. i have an appointment with the new pcp, do all the intake stuff, did the bloodwork, oops, hematocrit was too high.

my new doctor called for another set of labs, because he can't believe how high my hematocrit is. i went in for the labs again, oops, hematocrit still too high, doctor wont write me testosterone script. he scheduled a phone appointment to talk to me about it... but then by the time we have the appointment, he has decided to leave the practice, and tells me he can't be my pcp anymore. so all three appointments were a total wash. no prescription, no new doctor. no good blood tests. back to my old pcp.

so i schedule an appointment with my old pcp. i also schedule a blood donation prior to the appointment so my hematocrit wont be too high. i research how to donate blood safely, i find a location that can take a donation last minute during the one day that im free and not traveling, i drink tons of water, i eat salty snacks the day before, i eat a big meal prior to the donation, i go, i donate blood, the nurse puts the needle against the side of my vein at first so it doesn't draw much, and she kind of has to forcibly juice my arm, but another guy fixes it, and its fine. boom. blood donated. lowered hematocrit. tired and thirsty and sugar cravings for days but otherwise good.

i finally have my appointment with my old pcp. on the day before my appointment, she calls in to the office sick. a completely different doctor ive never had before is there in her place. the fill-in doctor writes me the prescription for testosterone with no questions asked. she doesnt care about the hematocrit. i ask her for a blood test so that i will at least have it on the record, for my old pcp, that i have in fact taken steps to lower my hematocrit. the fill-in doctor requests labs. i get blood taken.

it turns out the fill-in doctor called for the wrong labs. she clearly knows nothing about what blood tests are required to be on testosterone. she didnt even test hematocrit.

now that im not busy with book stuff im getting so much work done on my body. all the blood and sti tests. new pcp. donated blood for the first time. consultations. covid booster. need to schedule a tooth cleaning. one day i want to be a sinewy old los angeles gay who goes to a weird plastic surgeon to get horns

[ironmanstan]

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