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[flushingfamilydentistry]

How to Schedule Convenient Appointments at a Dentist Office Near Me

In today's fast-paced world, finding time for dental appointments can often feel like a daunting task. Between work commitments, family obligations, and the hustle of daily life, many individuals struggle to prioritize their oral health. However, scheduling a convenient appointment at a dentist office near me doesn’t have to be an overwhelming experience. With the right approach and understanding of the process, one can easily navigate their way to a healthier smile.

Understanding the Importance of Regular Dental Check-ups

Regular dental visits are crucial for maintaining oral health. These appointments not only help in preventing cavities and gum disease but also allow for early detection of potential issues. Many people underestimate the significance of preventive care, often waiting until problems arise before seeking help. By prioritizing regular check-ups, individuals can avoid more complex procedures in the future, saving time and maintaining optimal dental health.

Moreover, the relationship between dental health and overall wellness is increasingly recognized. Poor oral hygiene can lead to serious health complications, including heart disease and diabetes. Therefore, making dental appointments a part of one’s routine is not just about maintaining a bright smile; it’s about ensuring long-term health. This understanding can motivate individuals to seek out a dentist office near them that offers convenient scheduling options.

Finding the Right Dentist Office Near Me

The first step in scheduling a convenient appointment is finding a reputable dentist office nearby. To do this effectively, individuals should consider several factors, including location, office hours, and the range of services offered. A dentist office that is easily accessible can reduce travel time and make it simpler to fit appointments into busy schedules.

Utilizing online resources can significantly aid in the search process. Many dental offices now have user-friendly websites that provide essential information about their services, staff qualifications, and patient reviews. Additionally, social media platforms often feature community feedback, allowing potential patients to gauge the quality of care provided. By researching local options, individuals can identify a dentist office that aligns with their needs and preferences.

Utilizing Online Scheduling Tools

Once a suitable dentist office has been identified, the next step is to schedule an appointment. Fortunately, many modern dental practices offer online scheduling tools that streamline the booking process. These platforms allow patients to view available time slots and select an appointment that fits their schedule without the need for phone calls or waiting for office hours.

Online scheduling not only saves time but also provides the flexibility to choose appointments during non-traditional hours. For instance, individuals can often find early morning or late evening slots that accommodate their work schedules. This convenience helps to reduce the barrier of time constraints, making it easier for patients to prioritize their dental visits.

Preparing for Your Appointment

Preparation is key to ensuring that the dental visit goes smoothly. Before the appointment, individuals should gather all necessary information, such as insurance details and medical history. This preparation can expedite the check-in process and ensure that the dentist has all the relevant information for a thorough examination.

Additionally, it's advisable to jot down any questions or concerns that may arise before the visit. This proactive approach encourages open communication with the dentist, ensuring that all aspects of oral health are discussed. Patients should feel empowered to discuss their dental anxieties or ask about specific treatments during their appointment. A good dentist will welcome such discussions, fostering a comfortable and trusting environment.

Communicating with the Dental Office

Effective communication with the dental office is paramount for scheduling appointments that suit individual needs. Patients should not hesitate to reach out to the office to discuss their preferences regarding appointment times or to inquire about specific services. Staff members are generally trained to assist patients in finding the most suitable options, ensuring a pleasant experience.

If an unexpected situation arises, such as a scheduling conflict or a sudden dental issue, the ability to communicate changes promptly is essential. Many dental offices are accommodating when it comes to rescheduling, especially when patients reach out in advance. This flexibility allows individuals to maintain their commitment to oral health without added stress.

Establishing a Routine for Dental Visits

To make dental care a consistent part of life, individuals should establish a routine for their visits. By scheduling appointments at regular intervals, such as every six months, patients can cultivate a habit of prioritizing their oral health. Setting reminders on personal calendars or using dental office reminder services can help in maintaining this routine.

In addition to regular check-ups, individuals should also consider scheduling follow-up appointments if recommended by their dentist. Whether it involves a cleaning, a filling, or a consultation, staying on top of these visits can prevent minor issues from escalating into major problems. This proactive stance is crucial for sustaining long-term oral health and wellbeing.

Conclusion

Scheduling convenient appointments at a dentist office near you is a straightforward process when approached systematically. By understanding the importance of regular dental check-ups, utilizing online resources, and communicating effectively with the dental office, individuals can ensure that their oral health remains a priority. Establishing a routine and preparing adequately for appointments further enhances the experience.

For those seeking a reliable and welcoming dental practice, Flushing Family Dentistry exemplifies the qualities that make dental visits a breeze. With a commitment to patient care, flexible scheduling options, and a focus on preventive health, this practice ensures that individuals can easily maintain their oral health without the stress of complicated scheduling. Take the first step toward a healthier smile today by reaching out to Flushing Family Dentistry for your next appointment.

[hitomisuzuya]

Waking up to Scara fucking you🛐🛐🛐🛐

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Consensual Somnophilia. Fingering. Creampie.

😳Omg yes, please. I am doing pretty okay since my dental surgery. I am still quite sore, so I got really self indulgent with this.

Scaramouche sat down on the bed, looking down at your sleeping form. You looked so sweet, and delicate. So vulnerable and defenseless. It sent him reeling that you trusted him enough to fall asleep around him.

You deserved nothing less than to fucked full of his cum.

He ran his fingers through your hair, trailing them down your body. You shivered, stirring a little in your sleep as his fingertips brushed over your nipples. How kind of you to sleep only in your panties. You'd provided him with such a tempting view to look over at while he worked.

His hand dropped down to cup your cunt outside of your panties. He rubbed his fingers on your clit, rapidly dampening the fabric of your panties. You sighed softly, unconsciously twitching your hips into his fingers.

You were always so responsive to him, even while you slept. Scaramouche gave your clit a few appreciative rubs before hooking his fingers through your panties to carefully take them off.

He spread the folds of your cunt, gathering your slick on his fingers before pushing them inside. This keened a louder sigh from you, followed by another when he scissored your walls apart to hook them into your sweet spot.

As much as he wanted to stuff you full of his cock right then and there, he knew he had to prepare you. You were in such a relaxed, deep sleep that he didn't want to hurt you in a sudden fit of greed.

To further stimulate you, he fondled and pinched one of your nipples as he slowly pumped two fingers in and out of you. When your slick was coating his wrist and his fingers squelching in and out of you, drawing the sweetest sleepy mewls from your pretty mouth, he knew you were ready for his cock.

"Is my pretty girl feeling good?" Scaramouche cooed softly, spreading your legs. He pumped his hand on his hard, leaking cock before lining it up with your entrance. His thumb rubbed slow circles on your swollen clit as he pushed his cock inside you.

He hissed through his teeth in pleasure, your walls always stretched apart perfectly to accommodate him, like your cunt was made for his cock. You moaned softly in your sleep, the head of his cock nudging into your sweet spot.

Scaramouche snapped his hips a little harder with each thrust, pinching and rubbing your clit when your walls started to clamp around his cock. He smirked when your eyes suddenly snapped open, a knee jerk response to the intense pleasure curling inside of you.

You gasped, rolling your hips up into his thrusts. "Shh, relax and take all of my cock like the good girl you always are for me," He leaned down to lick and nip at your lips before swallowing your moans with a kiss.

Your cheeks flushed. You always loved when Scaramouche called you a good girl. It always made your walls clamp tighter around his cock. It always made you cling to him in the way that he needed.

He bent one of your legs up towards your chest to fuck himself deeper into you, caressing your cheek as he moaned huskily into your mouth.

Scaramouche only pulled away from your lips for a few moments to let you breathe before stealing them right back up again. He still drove his cock into your sweet spot after you squirted, crying out in pleasure muffled into his mouth.

The most delicious moan for his lips to swallow was the one you let out when his cock throbbed cum inside of you, seeping from your drooling hole and down your cunt. He always took such great care to fill you full.

[avonne-writes]

sweetest of the sunflowers

Fandom: Masters of the Air

Pairing: Buck/Bucky

Rating, word count: T, 4k

Summary: John takes care of Gale after his wisdom teeth surgery. (young vets au)

A/N: This is my gift to the amazing, sweet @bcolfanfic in the HBO War Summer Exchange organized by @hbowardaily (thank you for all your work!). My prompt was hurt/comfort with Buck and Bucky, preferably in the young vets au. Mollie, I hope you'll like what I came up with, I tried to do your lovely au justice. Happy exchange day, dear 💕

Link to the AO3 post

Bucky taps his right foot against the ugly brown-gray vinyl of the waiting room's floor, trying to focus. Goosebumps skitter down his arms, but he doesn’t know if it’s from the cold air blasting from the dental clinic's AC to combat the summer heat or if it’s a symptom of his mounting anxiety. Somewhere behind the door he has been staring at for the better half of an hour, Gale is getting his wisdom teeth pulled out under general anesthesia. He’s unconscious, at their mercy. What if something goes wrong? What if they measured the drugs incorrectly and he never wakes up? What if there are complications and he wakes up in excruciating pain? Bucky bounces his knee and digs the fingers of his right hand into the back of his left in a white-knuckled grip. The faux-leather chair creaks under him, barely containing his bulk. 

When his ears pick up on the blare of an approaching ambulance, his head snaps up like a hypervigilant dog’s. It’s not coming here, the rational part of his mind reasons. Everything is okay with Gale. No complications, just a clean, routine surgery, and he’ll be back to normal in a few days. But the sound of the siren keeps getting louder. It’s impossible to ignore it. Bucky’s pounding heartbeat plays a cresting drum solo to accompany it. His mind jumps back to that dreadful night when he tried to end it all. How the ambulance sped with him through those dark Wyoming roads, the long hours when he could barely tell if he was dead or alive, and whether life was the better option out of the two. The most fretful sleep he has ever had.

He remembers how Gale followed him with the car all the way there in the middle of the night. Seven hours. What if Bucky has to do the same for him? What if something happened in there, behind that dark door, and the ambulance is coming to take Gale and rush him to the ER? 

Nervous sweat gathers under Bucky's arms, soaking into his short-sleeved shirt. After they’d called Gale in for his surgery, he went down a rabbit hole of Reddit posts and articles describing the most horrifying wisdom teeth surgery outcomes until he felt like he was going to throw up. He was itching for a smoke - or better yet, a drink, since he has a flask hidden in the glove compartment of the car - but he held himself back. Gale needs him to be at full capacity today. He’s determined to stay firmly planted in his seat until they call for him to take Gale home. 

His leg continues jiggling in agitation until the ambulance comes into view through the wide windows of the clinic. Bucky clenches his teeth, but it just speeds down the road in a plume of dust, its destination unknown. It wasn’t coming to the dental clinic. 

Never even blinking, he keeps staring at the window in utter stillness for a long moment before he finally relaxes. When he sinks back in his chair and looks around the room, several pairs of eyes flicker away. The flush of embarrassment creeps up his neck, especially when he spots a teary-eyed kid with trembling lips clinging to his mom. Fuck, Croz was right not to let him babysit in the state he's in. He’s not fit to be around children. Not fit to be around anyone, he thinks with a dark tone. He’s in public, completely sober, and still, he can’t get a grip on himself and ended up scaring a child, who must have already been in need of comfort because dentists are freakin’ scary. What would Bucky’s episodes do to a kid of his own? No, he can’t subject anyone to that. He can’t even bring himself to think about it. It’s more than enough to see how badly it affects Gale, and Gale is a grown-ass man who sticks around out of his own volition. Before he could even consider parenthood, he needs to get better first.

“Don’t worry, dear.” The elderly woman sitting next to him tells him gently and pats the back of Bucky’s linked hands. “They’re the best around here. They’ll sort your teeth out before you know it. You won’t feel a thing.”

Bucky clears his throat and croaks out a thanks, glancing around and finding strangers turning away again as they get startled by him looking back. He knows his ears must be bright red. I’m a veteran, he wants to tell them. The shit I’ve seen doesn’t go away just like that. But what kind of an excuse is that? By all means, he should have already recovered. He’s not the one whose leg - He shuts that thought down before he could spiral deeper into it. This is neither the place, nor the time. Gale depends on him. He had tried to postpone his own surgery because of Bucky’s issues until his sister found out about it and had a tense talk with both of them. What does that say about Bucky as a husband? It’s high time for him to step up and show Gale that he’s there for Gale too, not just the other way around. He can’t let him down by causing a scene or freaking out. 

Besides, it’s nice not to be “the crazy vet” for once. Now, he’s just the hulking guy with the dentist phobia. Marginally better.

He spins his wedding band around his finger to distract himself. He wants to text Curt just to have someone tell him he’s an idiot to worry and nothing’s gonna happen, but he holds himself back. His incessant unhinged texts and calls are enough of a burden already. He’ll manage this on his own for as long as he can.

Suddenly, the door swings open and the peppy assistant steps out, smiling as she calls for “Mr. Egan.”

Bucky goes deaf and blind from nerves for a split second before he stands up, wipes his clammy palms on his thighs and makes his shaky legs carry him to follow after the woman. She smiles at him warmly as if she hasn’t noticed. 

“Did -” Bucky clears his throat again once they're inside. He struggles with the words, feeling awkward. This place is nothing like the psych ward, but clinical environments will probably never fail to unsettle him. “Did it go all right?”

“Yes, everything went well. All impacted teeth have been removed without any complications.” She directs her cheerful expression at him again as they walk past the operatory. “Mr. Cleven is just through here, in our recovery room.” 

She gestures at the second door they’re approaching. “He’ll be a bit dazed and confused, and he might not be in control of what he says, but remember that this is perfectly normal after anesthesia. Try to reassure him and keep him calm. He needs to stay in the recovery room for at least thirty minutes, then the doctor’s going to check if everything is all right, and whether Mr. Cleven is able to stand and walk on his own.” Her reassuring smile never wavers, and her persistence pays off - Bucky feels the worst of his anxiety drain from his body. “If all is well, he’ll be discharged and you can take him home.”

Bucky nods, feeling slightly dazed himself. He already knew what to expect, but he doesn’t know what the reality of that is going to look like. Gale was so anxious about this part beforehand, and it’s easy to understand why. Helplessness and loss of control would be scary to anyone, but to Gale? It’s a nightmare. He was so scared of it that he refused his sister’s offer to be here in Bucky’s place. I’m not letting anyone else see me like that, John, he said when Bucky tried to discuss whether that would have been the better idea instead. Bucky can only hope that he can provide him enough support. 

He exchanges a few more words and a quiet thanks with the assistant, then pushes the door handle hesitantly.

The room is specifically designed to be a calming space for recovery after procedures requiring anesthesia. It’s quiet, the walls are painted in warm beiges and browns, and the lights are much dimmer than the harsh neon of the operatory. There’s a small cot in one corner and several padded chairs scattered around. Opposite, close to a door with a bathroom sign, a comfy-looking brown recliner armchair takes up the space. That’s where Bucky finds Gale sitting with his feet propped up and his hands limp on the armrests as though the staff arranged him like that themselves. Gale watches him silently, with hooded blue eyes that match his t-shirt and a displeased downward curve of his mouth that makes him look like a cat. There’s gauze sticking out between his lips, but otherwise, he looks fine.

Bucky feels like the sharp inhale of relief he takes is the first one since he saw Gale walk inside.

“Hi sweetheart.” He says gently as he pads over to Gale and pulls up a chair on Gale’s right side. He doesn’t know why he lowers his voice. It’s not as if speaking louder would hurt Gale. He feels ridiculous for it, but it’s instinctive. He hopes Gale doesn’t mind. With a sigh, he sits down and takes Gale’s hand.

Gale pulls it away sluggishly. “Don’t touch me.”

Bucky’s heart freezes in his chest at those slurred words. Is Gale angry with him? Or is he in pain, maybe? How can Bucky make it better? “I’m sorry. I won’t touch you if you don’t want me to.”

At a snail’s pace, Gale turns his head to direct his hazy gaze at the door. “You’re handsome but I have a husband, you know.” He mumbles, barely able to get the words out clear enough to be understood. “I’m not a widower.”

The way Bucky’s heart sinks leaves him lightheaded. He has seen a lot of videos about people saying weird things after sedation and he laughed heartily at them all. But there’s nothing funny about this. Nothing. Not being recognized wounds already, but it’s Gale’s second sentence that leaves him truly speechless with guilt and grief. It sounded like Gale was trying to reassure himself that he does, indeed, still have a husband. That the bullet went into the wall, and Bucky to the psych ward instead of the cemetery. There’s nothing funny about hearing Gale unintentionally admit that he thought he might become a widower.

“I know.” Bucky tells him, trying not to get overwhelmed. “I know, darling. It’s me. I’m your husband.”

Gale frowns at the door and blinks slowly, not turning back to Bucky. “My husband is a soldier. A soldier… Your’re in jeans.”

It takes a second for Bucky to make sense of the logic of Gale’s jumbled thoughts and realize that he expected someone in uniform. He’s not sure how to argue with that, so he just bites his lip and reaches for Gale’s hand again. He remembers not to touch only at the last moment, so his hand is left hanging awkwardly on the armrest. Gale’s head tilts as he looks down at it. Slowly, he touches Bucky’s ring with a fingertip and tries to spin it on Bucky’s finger, but his strength leaves him after a moment and he lets his hand drop into Bucky’s open palm. Bucky shifts to hold it properly. This time, Gale doesn’t protest. 

“Gale, look at me, sweetheart. It’s me, John. Bucky.”

Gale’s pale blue eyes find his, blink a few times, then Gale’s lips split into a loopy smile that Bucky finds adorable despite the gauze sticking out of his mouth.

“John!” Gale exclaims, startling Bucky with the volume. “I missed you!”

Despite the fact that he’s still reeling from the reminder that he almost left Gale forever, Bucky can’t help but smile back. “I missed you too. How are you feeling?”

Gale gives him a stricken look and wetness wells up in his eyes. He tries to reach for his own face but seems to decide that he doesn’t have the strength to do it after all and lets his free hand drop back in his lap. “They took all my teeth.” He sniffles.

“No, they didn’t. Don’t worry, they’re still there.”

“They took them!” Gale insists, waving with his arm. He drops his head back against the chair, closes his eyes and makes a crying sound. “I have no teeth and you won’t love me anymore.”

Rationally, Bucky knows that he and Gale are going to laugh at some of the things Gale is saying right now, once Gale is back to himself, but he still feels his heart ache from how vulnerable Gale is like this. What if Bucky couldn't be here? What if the bullet hadn’t gone into the wall, but hit its target instead? Bucky’s guilt intensifies until he can barely take it. He pulls Gale’s hand to his lips and presses a kiss to it. “Do you trust me?”

Gale looks up at him with watery eyes. “Yes.”

“I would still love you without teeth, Gale. But they didn’t take all your teeth, I promise. Only your wisdom teeth.”

“You still love me?” The words stumble wetly from Gale’s mouth. He ignores the rest of what Bucky told him.

“Of course I love you.” Bucky smiles and presses another kiss to Gale’s hand, to which Gale’s reaction is patting at Bucky’s mouth clumsily. He rubs at Bucky’s moustache, seemingly fascinated by those short whiskers of hair. He looks lost in his delirious thoughts. Bucky lets him - he doesn’t think he could deny Gale anything now, so overcome he is with fondness.

“I wanted a bunny.” Gale says mournfully. His articulation is getting better, but his eyes are still unfocused and he clearly doesn’t have any of his filters working. “For my birthday. A black bunny. Not white because white bunnies have red eyes.”

Bucky can’t help it, he snorts a laugh. Gale snickers along with him, completely out of it. Gently, Bucky pulls Gale’s hand away and holds it in his own. “This year?” Probably not, but it’s a hilarious thought nonetheless.

Gale doesn’t answer. He stares at Bucky, narrows his eyes, then widens them in a look of wonder and glances around the room. His head tilts in a way that suggests he can barely hold it up. “Whoa, can we get one of these chairs?”

A frown pulls at Bucky’s eyebrows. “Which ones?”

“The blue ones.” Gale says, pointing shakily at the corner of the room that’s set up for children. There’s a low table with sheets of paper and crayons scattered on it, and around it, a few plastic kid chairs.

Bucky stifles another laugh. “Those are for kids, baby. I know you keep saying I’m a big child, but I don’t think that could hold my weight.”

Gale hums. It stretches out so long that it’s like a growl, as if he enjoys the vibration of his own voice and doesn’t want to stop until he runs out of breath. “‘s for our kid.”

Bucky’s smile falls. “Our kid?”

They haven’t talked about that since Bucky’s… Since the worst night of his life. It was clear as day that they couldn’t bring another soul into the mess he caused with his fucked-up mental health. Gale never mentioned it, never even hinted at it since that night. The longing is still there in his eyes whenever he sees Bucky play with children, but this is the first time that Bucky heard it from his mouth that he wants a kid. That he still wants it, after everything.

“I think they’d like it, it’s - it’s -” Gale doesn’t finish his thought out loud, but jumps straight to the next. “You’d be a wonderful dad. The best dad. I’ve thought it all out.” He nods to himself. “The best dad.”

For the second time since he entered the room, Bucky’s heart contracts painfully. “I'm not fit to be a dad, Gale. Not now.”

Gale makes a sudden, wide gesture of frustration and hits Bucky’s arm by accident, but it’s too weak to hurt. “Told you I’d thought it all out.” He mumbles something unintelligible, then drops his head back against the chair. “You take good care of your plants. The plants love you, John. They’re beautiful.” He takes a deep breath and sighs as if settling down to sleep. “I love you too.”

Bucky doesn’t know what to say, so he just swipes his thumb back and forth over the back of Gale’s hand and goes for humor. “And you’re beautiful. I think I see a pattern there.”

“Yes, I’m beautiful.” Gale smiles, as if anything Bucky told him now was a universal truth. "You’re not allowed to kiss me."

Bucky bites back a grin. He may not be allowed but it sounds like Gale certainly wants him to break that rule. "Why not?"

"Dangerous." Gale pouts and touches his own lips. Before he could stick his fingers in his mouth to explore what must be a weird sensation of numbness in there, Bucky grabs his wrist and pulls it away.

"How about a kiss on the cheek, hm?" He shakes Gale’s hands playfully. He knows he shouldn't French kiss Gale for 24 hours after surgery, but that doesn’t mean that everything is off the table. "I think that’s allowed."

After a moment of contemplative silence, Gale gives him an uncoordinated nod. "Only if you keep it a secret."

"Deal." Bucky chuckles and presses a kiss to Gale’s cheek, where it curves like an apple whenever Gale smiles wide.

“Can we go home now?” He hears Gale ask when he pulls back.

He glances at the clock on the wall. “We need to stay here for a few more minutes. Just until you feel better.”

“Oh, okay.” Gale says, then, immediately after, “I feel better.” 

“You need to be able to walk first.”

Gale’s eyes snap open and he starts wrestling with gravity to pull himself up and out of the chair. “I can walk.”

Bucky tries to nudge him back down. “Don’t be impatient. We’re not running anywhere, are we?”

“I’m running.” Gale declares with all the determination and none of the muscle control needed for a normal gait. He pushes himself to the edge of the armchair, which already proves to be a struggle, then he turns sideways instead of tilting the recliner back into its default position. “I’m good at it.”

“Easy, easy.” Bucky stands up and places his hands on Gale’s shoulders lightly. An amused smile plays around his lips. “Why don’t you stay put, just for a little while more? Hm?”

A small, frustrated grunt escapes Gale’s lips as he tries to push himself up. “I can do it.”

“Gale, sit your ass down.”

The forlorn look on Gale’s face makes Bucky’s smile widen in fondness. 

Gale glares at him, profoundly annoyed. “I can walk. I could do a cartwheel. I just don’t want to.”

“Sure you could.”

“I’m the best at cartwheels. The best. Better than you. I practiced in our backyard.”

“Our backyard?”

“I don’t know.” Gale huffs, then shakes his head. “Practiced after school.”

Bucky bites his bottom lip to keep from grinning. It must have been primary or middle school then. He imagines a wildly blond ten-year-old falling all over himself in the grass, stubborn to get it right. “Did you wanna impress someone?”

Gale hums in agreement, then hugs Bucky around the waist with his trembling arms. He pushes his forehead against Bucky’s stomach. “John, I wanna go home.”

“Shh.” Bucky soothes him, stroking his hair. When he puts a hand on each of Gale’s arms, Gale goes completely limp. He lets Bucky hold him up. “I’ll take you home in no time.”

“Can we go to Subway first?” Gale’s voice is muffled in his shirt. It’s not terribly slurred anymore, but it isn’t clear and measured either. “Like a date? Like a Bagram date. Can you take me back to Bagram? I wanna flirt with you.”

Bucky laughs softly and rocks them back and forth in place. He doesn’t like to think of Bagram, but the memories of their Subway dates remain bright, happy spots like a string of fairy lights in the clusterfuck of darkness the rest of it became. He makes a mental note to take Gale out on a date once he’s allowed to eat solid food again. “You don’t need to go back to Bagram to flirt with me.”

“I’m flirting with you now.” Gale says automatically, and tightens his arms around Bucky’s waist. “I think it’s working.”

Bucky grins and pushes a hand under the collar of Gale’s shirt to stroke his back the way Gale likes it. “Yeah? What gave me away?”

As he turns his head sideways, Bucky can see that Gale’s eyes are closed, and he’s smiling. “Just a gut feeling.” Gale hums contemplatively. “And Curt says so too.”

“Curt, huh?”

“Curt loves you too.” 

Golden warmth spreads through Bucky’s chest. It’s strange that marriage can feel like this sometimes. Affection so deep that it wounds. “Makes sense, since he claims to be a pretty boy.”

Gale giggles.

They stay embracing like that until Gale’s dentist comes back to check if he can be discharged.

~♡~

On the way home, in the familiar safety of their car, Gale gets even chattier than before. He narrates the entire drive, happy and relaxed, and sings along to the Fleetwood Mac songs Bucky put in his playlist. It’s only when Bucky turns the car onto their driveway that he quiets down. He doesn’t say anything when they stop, not even when Bucky gives him a reassuring smile. He stays silent even as Bucky climbs out of the car, circles around to his side and unbuckles his seatbelt. However, as Bucky helps him out of his seat, his limbs start trembling again.

At first, Bucky thinks it's muscle weakness, but when he loops Gale’s arm around his shoulders to walk him inside, Gale’s steps are steadier than he expected. He guides Gale into the bedroom and helps him lie down under the covers, but still, Gale doesn’t stop shaking. He’s very lethargic now, but when Bucky sits on the mattress beside him and runs a hand through his blond hair, his lips curl into a faint smile.

“Do you need anything?” Bucky asks quietly.

Gale gives him a tired look. “I'm cold.”

“Oh.” Bucky wants to slap himself for not considering that. He roots around in their closet until he finds Gale’s JSTOR sweater, then helps Gale into it, one arm at a time. He wishes Gale had told him sooner or that he’d realized what the shaking meant, but he can’t do anything about that now.

When he tries to tuck the blanket around Gale again, Gale pulls at his arm until Bucky lies down too, spooning Gale from behind. Speckles of marigold-yellow light sneak in through the half-drawn blinds. Some of them dance on the books lying on Gale’s nightstand, sparks of magic on the colourful covers. Bucky feels himself relax just looking at it.

“You’d be the best dad.” Gale repeats. His breathing slows down. “Told you.”

“All right.”

“I'm so tired.”

Bucky presses a kiss to the back of Gale's neck and breathes in his sweet scent, the smell of home. “Go to sleep.”

“I don't want to.”

“Why not?”

It takes Gale so long to reply that Bucky thinks he has fallen asleep. But eventually, he mumbles something into his pillow. “I'm scared.”

“Don’t be.” Bucky tells him softly and strokes his arm, then his side before wrapping his arm around his waist again. He slots his body as close to Gale's as possible to cradle him in warmth and comfort. “I'm here.”

Gale tightens his grip on Bucky’s hand. “Promise you won’t leave me.”

Bucky squeezes back. “I promise. I’ll be here when you wake up, baby.”

Safe in his arms, Gale finally falls asleep.

[nicnak20]

Wisdom teeth:

*Yn gets her wisdom teeth out and Nicholas cares for her.*

The sterile scent of antiseptic hung heavy in the air, a stark contrast to the warmth that usually radiated from Nicholas. He sat beside Yn in the plush waiting room chair, his dark brown hair catching the harsh fluorescent light as he shifted nervously. His brown eyes, usually pools of comforting reassurance, were now laced with apprehension. Yn was currently staring blankly at a fish tank, a vacant smile playing on her lips.

"Are you okay, my love?" Nicholas asked softly, reaching for her hand.

Yn turned, her smile widening. "The fishies are having a party! Did you bring the dip?"

Nicholas chuckled, relief washing over him. He'd been dreading this appointment. Wisdom teeth removal was never a picnic, and he knew Yn hated needles. He squeezed her hand gently. "I think the fishies have enough dip. Maybe we can get some ice cream after?"

Her eyes lit up. "Ice cream! With sprinkles? And gummy bears?"

"Anything your heart desires," Nicholas promised, his heart melting at her childlike enthusiasm.

A few moments later, a nurse called Yn's name, and Nicholas squeezed her hand once more, offering a reassuring smile. "You'll be great, sweetheart. I'll be right here when you wake up."

Yn, fueled by pre-op medication and perhaps a dash of nerves, simply giggled and skipped towards the back, leaving Nicholas in a state of amused bewilderment.

The next hour felt like an eternity. Nicholas paced, read tattered magazines, and even tried to solve a crossword puzzle, but his mind was solely focused on Yn. He imagined her in the dentist's chair, the whirring of the drill, the pressure, and winced in sympathy.

Finally, the nurse reappeared. "You can come back now. She's still a little groggy."

Nicholas followed the nurse down the hall, his heart pounding in his chest. He found Yn reclined in the dental chair, her cheeks flushed, and a comical bib still adorning her. Her eyes were open but unfocused.

"Hey, baby," Nicholas said softly, kneeling beside her chair. "How are you feeling?"

Yn blinked at him, then a slow smile spread across her face. "Nicholas! You're here! Did you see the squirrels? They're wearing tiny hats and tap dancing!"

Nicholas stifled a laugh. "No, I missed the squirrels. But I'm glad you're doing okay."

The dentist, Dr. Lee, approached with a sympathetic smile. "She's reacting to the anesthesia. It should wear off soon. Just keep an eye on her, make sure she gets plenty of rest, and follow the post-op instructions."

Nicholas nodded, taking the printed sheet of instructions from Dr. Lee. He knew the drill: soft foods, ice packs, pain meds. The usual.

Getting Yn home was an adventure in itself. She insisted on singing opera at the top of her lungs in the car, mistaking the dashboard for a stage. At one point, she even tried to conduct the traffic with her hand, much to the amusement of other drivers.

Once they were finally inside their apartment, Nicholas gently guided Yn to the couch. She immediately curled up in a ball, her eyes fluttering shut.

"Are you comfortable, my love?" Nicholas asked, tucking a blanket around her.

Yn opened one eye. "Nicholas? Are you a cloud?"

"Only when you need me to be," he replied, kissing her forehead.

He spent the next few hours catering to her every whim, which included copious amounts of ice cream (with sprinkles and gummy bears, of course), reruns of her favorite cartoon shows, and a surprisingly detailed explanation of the mating rituals of penguins.

At one point, while Nicholas was preparing a bowl of lukewarm mashed potatoes, Yn wandered into the kitchen, clutching a stuffed penguin.

"Nicholas," she said seriously, "Mr. Fluffypants here thinks we should adopt a llama."

Nicholas turned, trying to suppress a grin. "A llama? Where would we keep a llama, sweetheart?"

"In the living room! It can watch TV with us! And we can knit it sweaters!"

He knelt down, taking her hands. "Yn, as much as I love the idea of a llama in our living room, I think we should stick to Mr. Fluffypants for now. Okay?"

She pouted for a moment, then her face brightened. "Okay! But can we at least name our next car Larry the Llama?"

"Absolutely," Nicholas agreed readily. He'd agree to almost anything in her current state.

As the afternoon wore on, Yn's pronouncements became increasingly bizarre. She declared that squirrels were actually government spies, that she could speak fluent dolphin, and that she was secretly a time traveler from the year 3042.

Nicholas just listened patiently, nodding and offering the occasional affirmative response. He knew it was the anesthesia talking, that she wouldn't remember any of this in the morning. But he also knew that these moments, however strange, were a unique expression of her personality, unfiltered and uninhibited.

Later, as the sun began to set, Yn finally started to drift into a more natural sleep. Nicholas sat beside her on the couch, stroking her hair and watching her peaceful face. He knew she would be sore and uncomfortable for the next few days, but he would be there for her, every step of the way.

He couldn't help but smile, remembering the events of the day. It had been chaotic, absurd, and utterly exhausting, but also incredibly endearing. He had seen a side of Yn he never knew existed, a side that was silly, imaginative, and completely unburdened by the constraints of reality.

As Yn stirred in her sleep, she mumbled something unintelligible. Nicholas leaned closer, trying to decipher her words.

"... love you… Nicholas…"

He smiled, his heart swelling with affection. "I love you too, my crazy, squirrel-obsessed, time-traveling penguin enthusiast," he whispered, kissing her forehead.

He knew that the next few days would be filled with ice packs, pain meds, and more than a few nonsensical ramblings. But he also knew that he wouldn't trade it for anything. Because even in her loopy, post-operative state, Yn was still the kind, sweet, loving woman he had fallen in love with. And he was endlessly devoted to her, in sickness and in health, in sanity and in…llama-induced madness.

He pulled the blanket tighter around her and settled in for the night, content to be her cloud, her audience, and her devoted protector, no matter how bizarre the circumstances.

He knew that tomorrow, she would be back to her normal self, a little embarrassed perhaps, but he would cherish the memory of this day, a reminder of the beautiful, quirky, and endlessly fascinating woman he was lucky enough to call his own. And maybe, just maybe, he'd even start researching llama sweaters. Just in case.

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

So uuuuuh what's the deal with anal? It seems like a lot of people like it but it sounds kind of.... messy?

hi anon,

thank you for wording this in the funniest way possible.

penetrative anal sex can have the side effect of some unwanted fluids, which is also true of pretty much every type of sex involving at least one orifice. if there's one thing a body is gonna do, it's create some manner of goo.

in this case the goo is most likely fecal matter, which you do need to be a little more careful with than most other fluids - E. coli is no joke! luckily, we have all kinds of condoms, gloves, and dental dams to protect all of the body parts and toys that might be going into the anus. condoms are also important because, along with lube, they help decrease the risk of tearing the delicate tissue inside your anus, which is important because injuries there are MUCH more likely to get infected and suffer complications than vaginal tears.

the bottom, or person having their anus penetrated, may also choose to flush out fecal matter prior to anal play in order to lessen the chance that it will make an unexpected appearance in the middle of sex. it's important to douche carefully, as you can hurt your anus by practicing it improperly. you can read about safe douching here, or watch this video:

you can also learn more about all things anal with Dr. Lindsey Doe's youtube playlist on the topic, beginning here:

[kutner-elegist]

House MD ending theory

My House post-finale theory and probably an unpopular opinion is that House turns himself in after Wilson dies. Obligatory I Am Not a Lawyer and dental record forgery, stealing and charring a body, possibly arson etc. for faking his own death are serious crimes, but if he actually tried and got a really good lawyer and appealed to "my best friend was dying" etc. he could parole out in 10 years. Or he could plead insanity and go to psych ward for a while because if anyone could get a not guilty by reason of insanity vertict, it's House. His medical license will be permarevoked but House could live with that and find other things to do. Plenty of mysteries to solve in the world. He was willing to accept that when he fake-died. If you ask me, he'd been drifting and spiraling away from being a diagnostician since season 7 anyway.

Before the tickets in the sewer debacle, when House did something reckless, it was usually taking calculated risks (in his mind) for a good reason or doing it anyway but knowing the consequences and willingly accepting at least the possibility of said consequences. When he crashed into Cuddy's, he accepted a year in prison without even getting a lawyer. But flushing tickets down the drain wasn't even something he did for a good reason or really any reason at all, and it backfired so bad. He hurt Adams and Park. He was about to go back to prison for longer than Wilson's time left. And that's because he was already on parole for what he did to Cuddy and didn't even care. If it wasn't for the outstanding parole, he'd have gotten probation and fines. But everything caught up to him when he needed to be there for Wilson the most. If anything was going to get it through his head that he can't be like this anymore, it's Wilson dying.

So when he fake-died, he knew what he was doing and was willing to live with what comes after; he just needed six more months. For Wilson.

So in 2024, House is likely out on parole. Thirteen's Huntington's likely would have onset. He promised Thirteen he'd kill her when she needed him to. He can't get prescription drugs since his license is revoked, but he can figure it out. He's chilling with Thirteen and hanging out with Taub and Chase and even Foreman occasionally. And he'd be there when Thirteen's illness progresses too far.

I think that deep down, House wanted people to stop enabling him. I think he wanted to stop hurting everyone around him, but he needed to spiral truly out of control to finally stop.

Maybe House would never change, maybe this is my wishful thinking, but this is the only way Gregory House will ever make sense to me.

[zayray030]

Your favorite ship with ace and headcanons about it?

I'm such an indecisive bitch so I quite literally do not have a favourite ship. However I do know which shops I prefer and which ships I don't care for so we're doing ones that I prefer!!

Treyace! Trey enjoys having Ace sit on the counters when he's baking and anytime he's baking cookies he let's Ace eat the cookie dough

Catace! Constantly couple photos. In fact Cater takes them out to fancy places because Ace's eyes widening cutely and he flushes prettily and Cater can never have enough photos of his boyfriend being that gorgeous

Leoace! Leona let's Ace skip classes in his dorm so long as Ace let's Leona use his thighs as a pillow and doesn't speak so Ace can speak. Also Leona encourages Ace to grow out his hair and Leona loves running his fingers through it

Rugace! The two of them together would have the combined dental problem of the entire school lmao. Those two enjoy buying the other bakes goods and when the other isn't looking they'll steal a bite of each others food.

FloAce! Floyd enjoys carrying Ace in many different positions. Bridal, over his shoulder, piggyback, like a newborn, legit any way he can carry Ace is a win for him

JadAce! Jade pierced Ace's ear and used one of his gemstones to get Ace a custom little earring like his

Jamiace! They enjoy making little golden jewellery for each other!!

Vilace! Ace routinely bullies Bils more rabid fans who try and make fun of Ace. He bullies them by taking pictures of Vils hands wrapped around him and sending them saying: "could never be you"

RookAce!! They have their wierd stalker thing that people wanna question but don't. Also Rook enjoys buying Ace clothes and makeup

IdiAce!! Idia begs Ace to wear cosplay outfits for him. Ace has repeatedly been restrained by Ortho so he doesn't burn the costumes

Malace!! Malleus tries to make meals for Ace but always ends up burning them. He then ends up restoring to giving Ace ice cream

Liliace!! Lilis is Ace's sugar daddy and I refuse to take critism

[gallifreyinstituteforlearning]

Listen I know that the medical/dental divide is one that perhaps spans multiple universes, but here are my questions: Do people on Gallifrey have to brush their teeth or are there more advanced tooth care methods? Do they produce plaque at all? Do they get dental related problems like cavities? Do children lose their baby teeth?

Gallifreyan Dental Care: The Basics

You'd think that a race as advanced as the Time Lords might have entirely bypassed the need for anything as mundane as brushing their teeth, but it's not that simple.

🪥 Do Gallifreyans Need to Brush Their Teeth?

In short: not really, but some will do it anyway. Gallifreyans are lucky enough to have teeth that are incredibly resistant to decay. Their enamel is super dense and can even repair itself, like how skin heals from a cut. So, while most of us have to spend a couple of minutes each day scrubbing away, Gallifreyans can sit back and let their biology do the work.

However, even this system has its limits. While their teeth stay in pretty good shape without the need for brushing, there's no real known mechanism for keeping their breath fresh. So, while you won't catch a Time Lord worrying too much about cavities, they still need to remedy that pungent early morning breath.

🧼 Do They Get Plaque and Cavities?

Gallifreyans are far less likely to experience tooth decay compared to humans. Their teeth are designed to withstand wear and tear, and their enamel's self-repairing nature means plaque buildup isn't much of an issue.

But let's not get too comfortable—Gallifreyans can definitely still have dental issues, and Dentists definitely have a role on Gallifrey. Fillings or crowns will still be needed, and in some cases, extraction is necessary if the damage is beyond repair.

🧒 Do Gallifreyan Childrene Lose Their Baby Teeth?

Yes, childrene who are loomed as physical kids do go through a phase of having baby teeth, just like human kids. However, not all Gallifreyans experience this, because some are loomed as physical adults, skipping the whole baby teeth phase entirely. For those with baby teeth, it's a pretty standard process—those little teeth fall out as they grow, making way for their adult set.

🦷 Gallifreyan Teeth Cleaning Devices

The following is all based on our very limited knowledge of how Gallifreyan showers work, so are more fun than real:

Say goodbye to the mundane and step into the future with Gallifreyan dental technology! Why settle for the ordinary when you can have extraordinary? Introducing the latest in oral care innovation—because your smile deserves the best the universe has to offer.

💡 LuminoMouth Cleanser: The Light of Perfection!: Tired of traditional brushing? Ditch the toothbrush and experience the ultimate in dental hygiene with the LuminoMouth Cleanser! This cutting-edge device harnesses the power of universal cleansing light to deep-clean your teeth like never before. Say hello to perfectly polished teeth, dazzling whiteness, and a breath so fresh that even the Daleks will be impressed.

🌬️ SonicFresh: Vibrate Your Way to a Healthier Smile!:Why waste time brushing when you can vibrate your way to dental perfection? The SonicFresh is not just a cleaning tool—it's a sonic experience. With high-frequency vibrations that gently massage your gums and dislodge pesky particles, this little marvel ensures your teeth are not just clean but also pristine. Perfect for those who demand more from their dental care, SonicFresh turns routine maintenance into a rejuvenating ritual. Your gums will thank you!

🌀 HydroCycler: The Ultimate Oral Spa Treatment!: Transform your daily routine into a luxurious spa experience with the HydroCycler! Combining pulses of refreshing water with invigorating essential oils, this multi-functional device does more than just clean—it revitalises your entire mouth. Feel the soothing rush of hydration as the HydroCycler flushes away the day’s grime, leaving you with a mouth so fresh, you'll feel like you've just stepped out of a waterfall.

🧊 CryoMist Refresher: Cool, Crisp, and Irresistible!: Need a quick refresh? Look no further than the CryoMist Refresher—your portable companion for minty-fresh breath in an instant! With a single spritz of our cooling mist, infused with aromatic compounds, you'll be ready to tackle whatever the universe throws at you. Perfect for on-the-go moments or after a close encounter with a Sontaran, the CryoMist keeps you cool, confident, and fresh. One spray, and you're good to go!

Get yours today and step into the future of oral care—because your smile deserves it!

Related:

📺|🧶👶What is looming and how does it exist alongside natural reproduction?: Overview of looming and its place alongside natural reproduction in Gallifreyan society.

💬|⏰💄Do Time Lords have a beauty industry?: The fashion trends and general attitudes towards clothes.

💬|⏰🏪Do Gallifreyans have grocery stores?: Food and food technology on Gallifrey.

Hope that helped! 😃

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[sgtcalhouns]

Steamy

as you know, part of Felix's arc in the mechanic au revolves around his personal comfort talking about and initiating sex with Tamora. I've had this idea kicking around in my brain for a while now, and I finally sat down to write it. at this point, they've been married for an undetermined amount of time, but the point is - they're comfortable with each other, and it shows.

smut below the cut. nsfw. enjoy!

The fuzzy bathmat under his feet. The minty toothpaste on his tongue. The steam from Tamora’s shower.

Felix focused on these sensations as he struggled to wake himself up. He was usually quite chipper in the mornings, a facet of his personality that many found grating. It was unusual for him to feel so groggy. Taking a deep breath, he stood up a little straighter and directed his attention to brushing his teeth. No early-morning drowsiness would prevent him from taking care of his dental hygiene.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the slight rustling of the shower curtain. Tamora’s foot came into view as she propped it up on the edge of the tub, and he could just barely make out the bottom half of her leg in the small gap between the shower curtain and the wall. He turned his head slightly to watch as her hands spread a thin layer of shaving cream down her leg. A twinge of jealousy squirmed down to the pit of his stomach as he watched her slender fingers smooth over the defined musculature of her calf, the curve of her knee, and then disappear behind the curtain as they made their way up her thigh. He was certainly awake now.

He bent over the sink to spit, keeping his eyes trained on the gap from the shower curtain. He couldn’t quite explain why he was so transfixed; for Tamora, this was a mundane task. She probably didn’t even realize he was watching her.

Rinsing his mouth, he watched as she brought her razor to the base of her ankle, gliding gently upward and revealing a strip of skin beneath the shaving cream. There was something graceful, perhaps even elegant, about the way she gripped the razor’s handle. He couldn’t help but picture how those hands looked gripping other things, how his own callused hands felt against the soft skin of those legs. In the mirror, his cheeks were noticeably more flushed than they had been a moment ago, and he couldn’t be sure that it was all from the steam.

He didn’t notice the shift in Tamora’s upper body until it was too late. One striking blue eye appeared in the gap in the curtain, rooting him to the spot. He’d been caught. There was once a time when this would have been humiliating, but today his body hummed with excitement as he met her gaze.

“Can I help you?” she asked.

Felix recognized the smile in her voice, even if he couldn’t quite see it.

“Don’t mind me,” he said, leaning against the bathroom counter. He took a moment to slowly, deliberately look her over—from the bottom of her foot to that piercing blue eye. “I’m just enjoyin’ the view.”

She glanced down at his boxers and smirked before responding.

“I’ll say.”

Apparently he’d been enjoying it more than he realized. There was no use denying it or playing it cool. He wanted her, and they both knew it.

“Can you blame me?”

It was brief, but he swore he saw a flicker of surprise cross her face. Where he’d once been reserved, Tamora had brought out a side of him that was wide open and unafraid. It had taken quite a bit of coaxing, and occasionally it still surprised her when he took initiative like this. He had been raised in such a way that it was difficult for him to express his desires in his adult relationships. But Tamora was a woman who spoke more openly about sex than anyone Felix had ever met, and who expected the same from her romantic partner. He counted himself lucky that she had been understanding of his inner plight and patient with him as he worked to improve.

Now, it was almost laughable to think that he had ever held himself back from the desire he so often felt for his wife. She had shown him how beautiful sex could be, and he never wanted to deprive himself of that level of intimacy again.

“Felix,” she sing-songed, drawing him out of his thoughts. “Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to join me?”

He took a few steps toward the shower, leaning against the wall and looking up through the gap to finally see her whole face. Beneath the electricity that buzzed between them was something much more tender, something he couldn’t resist as he leaned up for an ardent kiss.

“You’re really beautiful, you know that?” he murmured, his eyes never leaving hers. “I don’t mean to stare, but I can’t help it.”

“Stare at what, exactly?” she asked, unable to mask her amusement. “All you can see from over there is my leg."

"Oh, but this isn't just any leg," he replied. His hands wrapped themselves around her leg, one on the back of her calf and one resting atop her knee in a gentle caress. "It's yours."

"Is that what makes it so special, then?"

"Everything about you is special, Tammy Jean," his voice slipping easily into the breathless reverence she had come to know quite well. "Every now and then it's nice to take a moment to appreciate what's in front of you."

Suddenly, he was kneeling before her, his hands traveling down her leg as he made his way to the floor. He pressed a kiss to the top of her foot and raised his head to look at her, the hungry expression on his face causing her heart to skip a beat. His lips trailed up her ankle to her shin, leaving impassioned kisses in their wake.

"These beautiful long legs are what carried you to me," he said as his lips reached her knee.

Felix paused for a moment to rest his cheek against the bend of her knee, paying no heed to the leftover shaving cream that was now on his face.

"Watchin' you, I couldn't help but feel jealous. I wanted to be the one to touch you," he admitted. "All I could think about was how much I wanted to be right here."

Tamora took a moment to assess the situation before responding. They had several tasks they had been planning to accomplish today. Her husband was on his knees on the bathroom floor worshiping her. He had always been enthusiastic, and had learned to be more vocal about his desires, but she had never seen him quite like this. To hell with their to-do list; she wanted to see where he was going with this.

"Well, you got what you wanted," she said, surprised at the slight quiver in her voice. His arduous display was getting to her more than she realized. "What are you going to do about it?"

His expression shifted into a mischievous grin before he turned his focus back to his task. He continued his trail of kisses beyond her knee, opting for a less hurried approach this time. Rather than continue up the center of her leg, his path strayed to her inner thigh, earning him a pleased sigh that only encouraged him to take his time, to truly savor each moment.

Unable to help himself, his kisses grew messy as he indulged his hunger; Tamora's hand plunged into his hair as he sank his teeth into her pillowy flesh, biting and sucking and laving his tongue over the marks he left behind. She was beside herself with longing by the time he reached the top of her thigh, anxiously anticipating his next move. His warm breath came in huffs, just barely ghosting over where she wanted him next.

But instead of diving in, he paused, eyes looking up into hers. She recognized that look—the desperate need to continue wrestling with his doubts about whether she wanted the same. Despite his progress, he still worried that giving in to his most animalistic instincts would cross some sort of boundary. Someday she would find a way to make him realize that she wanted to see that side of him more than anything.

"Not bad," she said. "But is that really all you've got?"

The change in his demeanor was immediate; relief and excitement took the helm as he pressed a couple of gentle kisses to her inner thigh.

"No, ma'am."

Felix didn't hesitate to move in close and bury himself in the heat between her legs. With the ease of frequent practice, his tongue slipped into her folds, teasing for only a moment before concentrating where he knew she most craved his touch. A soft moan escaped him; no matter how familiar he became with his wife's body, tasting her always had a special way of making him burn for her. His arm wrapped around her thigh, providing him with the leverage he needed to press his tongue more firmly against her clitoris.

Above the sound of the shower, he heard her breathy exclamation, Oh! It spurred him on, making him suddenly desperate to feel her come undone around him, to hear her moan his name and taste her sweet release on his tongue. His grip on her thigh became more firm to steady her as her body quivered above him. As she braced herself against the shower wall, his free hand smoothed up her body to caress her breast. He felt her attempting to lean her weight onto his mouth and used his hold on her to press her flush against him, sucking intently on her clit. His own arousal pulsed and throbbed with need, and every move she made increased the ache.

"Felix!"

Tamora's nails dug into his scalp and he hummed with greedy satisfaction as he savored his reward. He moved with her, continuing his efforts until he was certain that he had seen her pleasure through to its end. Once he withdrew, he rested his temple against her inner thigh as he caught his breath. Her fingers finally relaxed their tight grip, and he felt them run gently through his hair as her body began to calm.

She reached down and grabbed hold of his white T-shirt, pulling him into an upright position. Once he untangled himself from her legs and stood, she yanked him into a heated kiss, one they both savored.

"I ought to let you finish your shower," he murmured against her lips.

It almost made her laugh, the thought that he would simply leave now after what he had started. On a deeper level, though, she understood his intentions. He was putting the ball in her court, letting her decide whether they would continue. Felix had a special way of doing so that always seemed to place her in charge, and she had a feeling he liked it best that way.

"I know you don't think you're leaving with that," she glanced down at the tent in his boxers, "unattended. Come here."

"In the shower?" he asked. "Don't you think that's a little unsafe?"

A wicked grin crossed her face and his heart raced with excitement. Pulling him close, she voiced her reply, erasing all doubts from his mind.

"I'd be more worried about my personal safety if I didn't get in if I were you."

[bwoahtastic]

Okay, but hear me out, maybe the fact that Oscar IS loud and sensitive/cums easily is why he is a bit shy or hesitant to participate so fully at first. He knows he gets all messy and flushed and loud and that when he gets that turned on he stops caring about any embarrassment he may have had. i feel like once the other drivers find this out they would be very intrigued

Ph yess!! It's natural for some to be hesitant about joining but Oscar is mostly hesitant because he knows how he gets when he is turned on, knows how loud he gets and how messy anf flustered and he isnt sure ge wants people to see him like that.

But then he does shoot video with Lando where they try a vibrator and already on the lowest setting, Oscar cums after barely a touch! His pussy is so sensitive and he is already too shaky to keep the toy to himself, babbling a littl3 cluelessly and wanting Lando to help him! Lando being a little surprised but very curious about getting more of these reactions from him!

Okay also them showing how to properly use condoms because ✨️safe sex, kids✨️ but then also dental dams and they have one of the Alphas show how to eat an Omega our using it and thst it's not affecting the sensations so much and ofc they use Oscar cos Oscar can cum no problem ksks

[kudzucataclysm]

pls tell me more about girlfailure maya fontaine 🎤

this ask is hilarious considering that u have asked this…BEFORE!!! but it was around 2 years ago i dleted it annnnnd she + SE has changed so much since then. SO HAVE SOME SIMPLE FUN FACTS

cockney accent from god knows fuck where. the uk hasnt existed for over 150 years

a “doctor of some kind” is what people would call her. she does pretty much everything from like basic checkups to full on dental surgery to psychiatric care. i wouldnt trust her with any of these things tho personally

^absolutely talks yur ear off with her hands in yur mouth. god forbid you try to keep it a one sided conversation

deaf and technically/legally blind. like take a photo in a dark place full of neon lights, then smear the lights any which way across the photo and amp the brightness level a bit. thats kinda what she sees without her glasses (def suffers from migraines too)

sometimes sleeps on park benches just for kicks. yes she has a fully furnished and payed for apartment above her clinic fuck u she’s 34 and can do wtv she wants

fav food is plain unbuttered toast

huge baseball fan

may or may not have a betting problem but not with like, cards or dice or slots. more along the lines of truth or dare with peoples lives and “bet 7$ i can do a backflip on solid concrete watch this. oh holy fuck ow. huh this particular slab is kinda beautiful in a way….”

^ has an appreciation for rocks. her favorite? fluorite. granite is a cool second

in med school would’ve done nothing in class except play subway surfers loud as shit in the back of the room and smile maniacally wnv the prof is wrong about something

the type to flush peoples meds down the toilet or mix them up just cuz she’s interested in finding out what would happen. would absolutely never do this with a patient trust 💯 shes a professional dammit

as stated before: has 5 doctorates. 2 of which are forgeries and 1 is a degree in glassblowing.

kinda has a penchant for barging in on people while theyre in the toilet no matter the situation or place. like full on slam the door to the stall open and just talks like nothing is weird abt this

can literally convince someone to sell their soul but in the most obnoxious way possible

haunts carmine’s dreams and every waking moment. is almost always rethinking being involved with her

[ddagent]

27

"Good afternoon. I have an appointment at five o'clock?"

Aziraphale Fell smiled at the lovely receptionist in the dentist, who handed him a stack of paperwork after he politely reminded her - yet again - that he did not have an email address, had no desire to have an email address, and he had no issue filling in paperwork. She handed him a biro with a chewed end and sent him upstairs to await Doctor Service.

The waiting room at the Whickber Dental Practice was small: there were six seats, all told, and a sprawling figure with black snakeskin boots was taking up half of them. Upon spotting the figure, the hand clutching the clipboard fell. "You."

A pair of sunglasses slipped downwards and an easy smile bloomed on the other man's face. "Angel. If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were stalking me."

"Hardly. And I have a name, you know. It's not Angel."

The other man merely snorted and went back to perusing an out-of-date copy of Gardner's Weekly. Aziraphale took one of the empty seats opposite, nose wrinkling at the pen, and began filling out the forms required before his appointment. More than once, his gaze drifted to the dreadful man opposite him. They had first met in line at the coffee shop - where this awful man had pushed past Aziraphale in the queue. Next had been the pharmacy - where Aziraphale had let everyone bar him cut in front. Then the post office. The Dirty Donkey. Even waiting for a table at the new restaurant Aziraphale had been dying to try.

It was becoming rather ridiculous. Yet, Aziraphale had no desire whatsoever to get to know this man that fate kept throwing in his path. Aziraphale's gaze darted in his direction, following the long line of his legs. Even if he was bloody gorgeous.

Aziraphale quickly busied himself. He had forms to fill out. His brushing habits were excellent: twice a day, electric toothbrush, regular flossing. He began to falter, however, when he came to the questions on units of alcohol and sweet treats per day.

"You can lie, you know. They won't know." Aziraphale glanced up from his form. The man was watching him intently. "It's what I do."

"But they will. Know, I mean. They can tell from my teeth." Aziraphale, shame crawling over him, put down the accurate units. Ish. "For the best."

The man hummed. "I 'spose. But we both know that whatever advice they give you, you'll be back to ignoring it before lunchtime. Maybe at a charming bistro or a lovely patisserie."

Aziraphale flushed. He did not care for this man's judgement - especially from a man who had a beaten packet of cigarettes in his front pocket and a dusty mouth guard case that looked like it hadn't been opened since the 90s. But, before he could be drawn into yet another argument about social decorum, Doctor Sandwich's dental assistant appeared.

"Anthony Crowley?"

The man raised his hand. "That's me." He stood from the chair, hips swaying as he followed the assistant. Before he climbed the short flight of stairs to the dental suite, he stared at Aziraphale. "A pleasure, as always, Angel. Where will we meet next?"

"Nowhere, if there is a God."

The man, Crowley, threw his head back and laughed. He then offered Aziraphale a wink and went to his appointment. Aziraphale just sat, clipboard firmly clutched in his hands, and tried to focus on the fact that he loathed this man - and not that the acrobatics his stomach was making at the memory of the way Crowley had stared at him. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if they were to run into each other again. Maybe.

Give me a number - that’s how many seconds I’ll spend thinking of an Aziraphale/Crowley AU to write for you in 200 words or more.

[ozimagines]

Chris Keller and Ryan O’Reily in…

You’ll Be Back, Dummy

“Teacher’s daughter.” Keller listed, placing his bet.

“Priest’s sister.” O’Reily responded, raising by two dollars.

“Cousin’s girlfriend.”

“Dentist’s niece.”

“Elderly neighbor’s son.”

“Girls only, Keller.”

“Okay; Farmer’s daughter.”

“Isn’t that the setup to a joke or something?” O’Reily and Keller were playing cards in the main room of Em City, having a conversation amongst themselves that Rebadow caught and rolled his eyes to. They’d started listing off their conquests in the middle of the game, mulling over their greatest ‘pulls’ as they called it.

“Doesn’t change the fact that she was, in fact, a literal farmer’s daughter.” Keller responded, folding his hand, glancing nonchalantly at Ryan. It was a lazy, dragging Wednesday. Prison got to be so boring some days you could fucking die. It was more than a little bit the point of their sentences.

“How do you even come across a farmer’s daughter in the city?” O’Reily asked, pulling in his winnings, wishing he’d had a smoke available. He always liked to smoke when he gambled on the outside. Keller shrugged.

“In the Ity neighborhood, there was this guido vegetable cart guy. He introduced me to his zucchini source one time and it must have been bring your daughter to work day, or something because the bitch was standing there in shorts and one of those plaid farm-girl tops, swear to God. Didn’t fuck her in the middle of an open field though. My only regret.” Chris, put his cards down and went to shuffle again when O’Reily shook his head. Gambling was no fucking fun without a smoke.

“Then where?”

“Alleyway. Told her pop I was taking her to get ice cream.” Keller rolled his head on his neck back, then cracking it from side to side. “She got creamed alright.”

“Noice.” Ryan responded, lazily tapping his foot on the floor.

God it was a miserably boring day.

“Wanna go for a walk?” Ryan asked after a second. Keller considered then nodded. They started doing laps around Em City, still going over their conquests.

“How’d you even come upon a chance to fuck your dentist’s niece?”

“She was a dentist tech. Learning on the job or something.”

“You use any of that novocaine that makes your mouth numb?”

“Jesus fuck, Keller, no.” O’Reily was sometimes in awe of Keller’s perversity. Keller smirked. Ryan talked a big game but he was a little league fucker at heart. Keller could think of at least four dental tools he could use in the sack.

“When I fucked the elderly neighbor’s son, we were blasted on E. I was married to Kitty then, but this guy was too pure to ignore. He had a wife and kids but a couple minutes of seduction and I had him on his knees for me.” Keller reminisced fondly, and Ryan crinkled his nose. Keller noticed and almost chuckled. Ryan was too ‘straight’ for his own good.

“Some guys got no integrity. Secret queers, y’know? That’s the only explanation for letting you face fuck them like that.”

“Secret fag, direct fag, who cares. Nobody’s 100% straight.”

“I am, K-Boy.”

“I maintain that no one is. Not even you.”

“And your proof for that hypothesis?” Snapped an increasingly more annoyed Ryan.

Keller got a wicked idea. When they were out of view of the hacks, near the stairs, Keller turned to O’Reily and pressed his hand to the other man’s crotch. Ryan instantly recoiled but Keller didn’t let him, grabbing the back of Ryan’s hair and pressing his lips flush against his neck, tonguing hotly. Ryan’s dick snapped to attention. Of course it did. Whose wouldn’t? He jerked away.

“Fuck, Keller, the fuck is wrong with you?!” He admonished, touching the spot on his neck that Keller licked, the other hand tucking his cock into his belt. Keller smiled. “Oh, what, this was supposed to prove something?”

“No.” Keller said, to his surprise, but what he said next fucking floored him. “You coming back for more will prove something.”

“Coming? For more? Keller, you’re out of your fuckin’ mind.” He stepped to the man, who didn’t flinch or react. “Listen up ‘cause I’m not gonna say it again; I’m. No. Fag. Full fucking stop.”

Keller chuckled.

“Yeah, we’ll see.” Keller walked away, going to harass someone else, leaving Ryan standing there with a hard on and a wet spot on his neck.

Ryan wasn’t even sure he knew what just happened. Coming back for more? Yeah goddamn right. Keller was too cocky for his own good. He was used to seducing naive boys like Beecher, but Ryan was smarter, slicker. Can’t shit a shitter, he once said.

The only issue is that the boner hadn’t gone away quickly. It lingered. Ryan had to stay behind the stairs for a solid second before he was able to rejoin the population. It did feel good. Last person he’d fucked was Howell, and God knows she was selfish in bed. Or in bathroom, as most of their sessions had been.

No, fuck, what was he thinking? No one needed to cum that bad. Besides being a dude, Keller was dangerous. He joined Cyril at the TVs, not saying a word. Cyril kept staring at him.

“What?”

“Did someone hurt you, Ryan?”

“…no?”

“Why do you have a bruise on your neck?” He asked, innocently and Ryan’s blood pressure spiked through the roof. He touched his neck and realized there was a tender spot. He immediately covered it with his hand and excused himself again. He rushed to his pod to inspect the damage, and lo and behold, he had an angry, red hickey on his neck. Fuckin’ Keller! Man sneak attacked him. His blood boiled inside him. There was no way to play this off. No way to hide this. He needed makeup. If he were on better terms with Howell, he would ask her. He didn’t know if Sister Pete wore any. All he could think of was Fiona, so he stuck his head out of his pod and looked for her. He exited and saw her sitting at one of the tables. He couldn’t go back down so he tried to get her attention by dropping a paper clip down onto the tables. She looked up and he gestured to his pod. She, confused, excused herself and went up the stairs.

“What’s with the secret agent shit, O’Reily?” She asked before she noticed the mark on his neck, somehow purpler and angrier than before. “Woah! Hello Nurse!”

“Shut up, Fiona.” O’Reily snapped. She threw her hands up.

“I’m sorry but you have a hickey that pronounced and someone’s bound to remark.” She touched her chest and giggled a little. Ryan’s face burned red.

“It’s not a hickey,” he lied, hoping she would believe it. “Someone took a swing at me-“

“Save it, O’Reily, no one’s buying it.”

Ryan’s face turned impossibly redder.

“Look, I need some makeup to cover this.”

If Fiona was happy before she was elated now.

“The great straight Ryan O’Reily wants to borrow my makeup. Savor the moment, Fiona, you’ve been waiting so long for this.” She put her arms out dramatically, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. Ryan rolled his eyes. Fiona was such a drama queen.

“Fiona, please, I really need you to be cool about this.” He begged, and Fiona clapped her hands.

“Oh, God, he’s begging now. What have I done to deserve such wonders!” She laughed loudly and covered her mouth shortly after. Ryan grimaced.

“You gonna help me or not?” He hissed and Fiona relented.

“Okay, fine. You owe me.” She reached into her little purse and pulled out a small compact. She motioned for him to move closer, so he did. She inspected the damage. “Someone really did a number on you, huh?”

“Fiona.” He scolded and she giggled again.

“Sorry.” She applied the makeup on his skin until the reddish purplish mark was relatively the same color as the rest of his skin, save for a small shadow. She handed him the compact. “Till it goes away.”

“Thanks, Fiona.”

“Anytime, doll.” She started to leave the room, before turning back. “Don’t suppose I get to know how this little situation came about?”

“It’s fine. It’s never gonna happen again.”

Fiona nodded and left, and Ryan sat down on the bed, heart rate going down for the first time all morning. His mind was racing as to how he was gonna get Keller back. All he could think of is Beecher. That was the only thing Keller seemed to care about. He decided that would be his move. He walked downstairs, seeing Keller sitting next to Cyril and Bob, while Beecher and Busmalis were sitting in a corner. He made a beeline for Beecher, making sure to walk in front of Keller to get his attention.

“Hey, Beech.”

“Hey, Ryan…?” Beecher was instantly confused. He hadn’t hung out alone with just Ryan since getting to Oz. Ryan stopped in front of him, eyeing him up and down.

“Looking good today, man.”

“…thanks?” Toby looked over to Keller, who made the basest form of acknowledgement but said nothing. Ryan looked at Busmalis scornfully. Busmalis got the hint.

“I… uh… I gotta go.” He excused himself, warily surveying the situation. Ryan nodded, remarking that it would be a good idea. He looked Beecher over again, not really sure how one goes about seducing his ally’s boyfriend. With one more cursory glance towards Keller, Ryan proceeded.

“Hey, I was wondering if… y’know… I mean… you and Keller…?”

“You gonna finish that thought?” Beecher asked, a small, amused smile playing in the end of his lips. Ryan blushed.

“It’s a little busy in here. Mind stepping over there?”

“Sure.”

They walked right past Keller, who was regarding the situation with an outward indifference, even if something inside him twisted every time a guy talked to Tobias. Ryan leaned in to talk to Toby.

“Keller’s on his bullshit again.”

“When isn’t he?” Toby said with a grin. That was his guy alright.

“He thinks I’m… well… he’s got this theory that no one’s 100% straight.” Ryan explained and Toby raised a brow.

“Are we proving or disapproving that theory today?”

“Fuck you.”

Beecher nodded and went to walk away, when Ryan grabbed his arm and forced him back. Keller certainly clocked that.

“Listen, Ryan, our relationship is complicated and everyone I sleep with gets killed so-“

“I’m not saying sleep with me. I’m no-“

“‘No fag’, yes, Ryan, we know, we all know.”

“Hey, I just trying to get Keller back for his little stunt today.”

“Stunt?”

Ryan flushed and looked away, trying to save face and get revenge at the same time. Toby ahhhed under his breath, sure that Keller had gotten Ryan all worked up with a little surprise loving.

“He can be a little frisky these days, that’s for sure.” Toby said with a short laugh. Ryan crinkled his nose. It was like hearing his parents talk about sex. That only made Beecher laugh harder.

“Look, if you’re not gonna-“

Tony surprised both Ryan and Keller at the same time by wrapping a finger around the collar of Ryan’s shirt and pulling him in for a short, sharp kiss. Ryan pulled away in disgust, and Keller shot out of his chair, receiving oohs and ahhs from the few men that had seen what happened. Ryan never had a plan so badly so quick before. Keller and Ryan were left staring at each other, this kind of awkwardness and anger between them both. Toby was cackling as he walked away, having gotten his revenge on them both, Keller for cheating and Ryan for his homophobia. Ryan stormed off and Keller stormed after him.

What a lousy, rotten day!

Ryan was in the bathrooms between Em City and Unit B, washing his mouth with soap. Keller rolled his eyes. The Irishman was so goddamn dramatic.

“Wanna tell me what the fuck that was, O’Reily?”

Ryan spat and looked up.

“Don’t get any thoughts there, K-boy that didn’t go as I wanted it to either.”

“You touch Beecher again-“ Keller walked forward, menacingly. Ryan stepped to him.

“I’m not a fag, Keller, my god! I’m O for Two today, could you just get off my fucking ass and leave me alone!”

“O for Two?” Keller repeated, so Ryan clarified.

“I’m not fucking queer, and I’ve been kissed by two dudes today. Shit sucks.”

“C’mon, Ryan, you’re so fucking transparent it’s laughable. You’re not as straight as you seem to think you are.”

“Why? Cause I got hard while you were jacking me? Anyone would have!” Ryan waved his arms big, exasperated by his efforts to prove his heterosexuality. “I don’t want to take it in the ass, I don’t want to put it in anyone else’s. It’s a fucking desert in here, you go looking for water anywhere you can. I don’t think that makes me- what? What’re you looking at me like that for?”

Keller had latched onto that last comment, a surprised-ish sort of look on his face.

“‘You go looking for water anywhere’?”

“Yeah, shit happens.” Ryan said with a red face, his ears starting to burn.

“What kinda shit?”

“I’m not getting into this with you, Keller.”

“C’mon. Cards on the table. O’Reily.” Keller leaned forward on the sink. “You’re sexy when you’re angry.”

He popped a wink and Ryan burned inside and out.

“Shut up-“

“Ryan, please.” He twinkled his eyes and held out his hand to hold Ryan’s. A silence passed over them. Ryan paused and considered. “Just be honest with me. You never thought about it? Not once?”

Keller was almost pleading with him now, eyes trying to drag out any semblance of attraction. Ryan’s heart was beating a mile a minute, the idea of being completely straightforward being so foreign to him. He thought and thought and thought, and only when he let loose a sigh did Keller smile broadly, following Ryan’s eyes and moving his head to match.

“I knew it. Once?”

“More than once.”

“Wow.” He moved Ryan in front of him, holding onto his waist and rubbing his nose against Ryan’s cheek, who was flushing and fidgeting in his grasp. “Kiss me.”

Ryan felt and thought and considered and every other word all of which came up in his head as a ‘no’. That said, Keller’s welcoming face, and that ‘fuck me’ look in his eyes, it was all too much. Ryan threw caution to the wind and turned on his own seductive look. He half smiled and leaned in, pressing his lips to Keller’s, not frenching or sucking but still passionately kissing Keller, the man he’d come to think of as a friend and foe. They held together for a moment, breaking apart only when they ran out of breath. Keller nudged his neck a little and kissed the hickey tenderly.

“You realize this is the second time we kissed today?”

“Yeah.”

“Y’know what that means?”

“Hmm, what?” Ryan asked, a little excitement in his voice. It felt good to get this excited over a such a romantic gesture. Keller smirked and Lilly Ryan in, so that he was whispering in his ear. He took a deep breath, and then husked;

“Who’s queer now?”

It took Ryan’s brain a second to catch up with the remark but when he did, he pulled away from Keller roughly and snarled in his general direction, shoving him aside and stalking up to the door. Keller was laughing his goddamn ass off behind him, as elated as he’d ever been. The bitch fell right into the Ol’ Keller Charm trap.

“I hate you.” Ryan said, his voice certainly reflecting that sentiment.

“Aww, baby, don’t be like that.” Keller jibed, making a fake pouting face and enraging Ryan even more. Ryan went to leave the room, when he heard Keller shout behind him;

“You’ll be back, dummy.”

Ryan stomped away. Fuckin’ lazy goddamn no good lousy day.

[your-divine-ribs]

Forbidden Part 38

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The panic and anxiety attacks stayed away for the rest of the exam period. You'd like to say it was the new-found confidence that you'd discovered in yourself, your ability to focus and apply yourself diligently to the task in hand, but it was likely more to do with the stress-relief techniques that you'd uncovered thanks to the ever-obliging Professor Bond. They'd proved to be more effective than you ever could have imagined. Just twenty minutes spent with him prior to an exam worked absolute wonders and you barely even recognised yourself as the cool, calm and capable student who breezed through her assessments like she didn't have a care in the world.

By your relaxed and confident standards even Erica looked frazzled whilst you sauntered into the exam hall each day with a spring in your step, a twinkle in your eye and the evidence of your arousal still sticky on your inner thighs. You'd been eaten out to the point of shuddering orgasm on his desk multiple times and even had a sneaky fuck in the caretaker's supply cupboard when you'd had a bit of extra time one morning. Combatting stress had never been so enjoyable. You were almost regretful when the exam period drew to a close.

Although you'd been trying your hardest to push Van from your mind, you couldn't help but wonder what he'd make of your and Johnny's unconventional arrangement. Would he be pleased for you and impressed by your initiative at overcoming your anxieties? Or would he be incensed by your slutty behaviour, the sight of your tell-tale post-orgasm flush sparking off his possessive streak? You guessed it would probably be the latter... not that you were going to waste your time worrying about that. If Van didn't like you playing around then he could have easily checked in on you during the week. He knew damn well that leaving you to own devices was asking for trouble.

And of course you don't mind trouble. Not one little bit. In fact you fully intend on getting into as much trouble as possible during your week long holiday in Rome. Maybe having something else to focus on will help to clear your mind of these dangerous fantasies you've been entertaining that you and Van have something meaningful going on.

"Have you seen my red bikini Liz? I can't find it anywhere."

You're panicking, having left things to the last minute as usual, desperately trying to add the finishing touches to your packing whilst your friend looks on, bemused. Every drawer in your bedroom's been flung open, items of clothing haphazardly spilling out on to the floor.

"Why would I know where it is?" She says, stepping over to your suitcase which is lying open on the bed and peering inside. "And why d'ya need so much swimwear anyway? Thought you were going to Rome, not the Amalfi Coast!"

"There's a pool at the hotel, and a spa and hot tubs and stuff. You should check it out online, honestly it's dead posh. I've never been anywhere like it before."

You make a grab for one of your bikinis which she's holding aloft but she holds it up out of your reach. "Christ Y/N... you actually gonna wear this thing? There's nothing to it, it looks like bloody dental floss!"

You both start giggling and she catapults the skimpy garment back into your case. "Well? I want to impress don't I?"

"Impress?" She laughs, shaking her head. "If I wore that in front of any of my professors they'd probably have a heart attack." Her expression quickly morphs into one of disgust. "Oh god I made myself feel sick now just thinking about it."

She makes dramatic retching noises whilst you chuckle to yourself, grabbing handfuls of lacy lingerie and tossing them into the case. You're probably over packing but you want to look your very best for a whole week in the Mediterranean sunshine with your two gorgeous Professors... both in and out of clothing.

"What the hell are you taking that for?" Lizzie shouts out as you're turning away to pack your toiletry bag.

You whirl around quickly to see what all the fuss is about and your cheeks flush crimson as you see her holding up your vibrator with a look of astonishment. "I don't think you're gonna need that with all the shagging you're gonna be doing!"

"Fucks sake," you cringe in embarrassment, grabbing it off her and plunging it into the depths of your case. "It's not just me and Van going on this trip remember? The whole History department are coming along too... and the English department. It might not be as wild as you think."

You don't have to elaborate on that. It's quite obvious that Lizzie's thinking the exact same thoughts as you. She scrunches up her face but then she shrugs, a sly smile breaking out.

"Well... you never know. Van and Kathleen might end up booking separate hotel rooms! What if she bunks up with Professor Turner instead?"

"Shhh keep your voice down!" You hiss, all too aware that Bob could be lingering outside your bedroom door right now. He'd already knocked twice in the last thirty minutes, huffing and puffing that you were going to miss the coach that was coming to pick you up from the Student Union building for the airport.

You'd told an amazed Lizzie all about your suspicions that there was something amiss with Van and Kathleen's relationship and she'd wholeheartedly agreed, making you promise to give her regular updates on any gossip you found out, the more salacious the better. You couldn't stop thinking about what Bob had told you about Kathleen and Alex and the prospect of finding out some juicy scandal was quite literally eating you up with curiosity and excitement.

If there was any truth to your wild speculations then surely you'd be able to find something out on this trip. It's a recipe for disaster really with everyone thrown together, a huge melting pot of sexual tension and deceit and sneakiness which you have every intention of stoking the fires of that are sure to be simmering away underneath the whole sordid mess.

You can't wait. But you have to get there first...

You're not a fan of flying. You can already feel the tightness in your chest and the perspiration coating your palms as you step away from the check-in desk, hoisting your rucksack over your shoulder as you survey the departure lounge.

"It's only a three hour flight so no need to worry. We'll be there before you know it."

The familiar male voice sounds from behind you and you turn with a smile, your eyes meeting Johnny's fond gaze as he beams down on you.

"I'm not worried," you say, surreptitiously wiping your damp palms on the side of your dress. "Whatever makes you think I am?"

"I'd know that look anywhere lass, I've seen it enough times over the course of the last week."

You feel his hand on the small of your back, warm and reassuring as he guides you forward across the terminal, away from where the rest of your fellow students are still queuing up. Surely he can't be planning to lead you away somewhere quiet to dispel some of your anxiety in the unorthodox fashion you've become accustomed to recently? Not here of all places? You glance around, seeing Benji craning his neck as he watches you go.

"Are we really going to.... here?"

Johnny chuckles at your stunned expression as he brings you to a standstill in front of one of the duty free shops. He moves to stand in front of you whilst you look up at him, waiting.

"Of course not! I know we've been taking a lot of risks lately but we've got to be more careful now. There's eyes and ears everywhere... some watching more keenly than others."

You follow his gaze as he speaks the last line, your breath hitching in your throat as you catch sight of Van and Kathleen inside. It's the first time you've seen him in over a week, your mind flooding with images of your last encounter, your lips wrapped around his cock whilst you were coming all over his fingers in the passenger seat of his Audi. Your insides twist with arousal and longing, it's an automatic reaction.

"Shit..." you mutter quietly under your breath, not meaning to voice your tension out loud but Johnny hears, a knowing smile twitching at his lips.

"And talking of taking risks, it might be a good idea to try and exercise a little bit of discretion on this trip... ya know... since there are other people present."

Kathleen's got her head down whilst she peruses a row of perfumes. You watch her picking up bottles and taking a sniff before spritzing her inner wrists and holding out her arm to Van for a second opinion. He dutifully goes through the motions, present physically but clearly elsewhere mentally, eyes fixed firmly on you whilst she obliviously chats away to him. You quickly turn your attention back to Johnny, a very unwelcome guilty feeling catching you off guard. Aside from you being a very obvious distraction they look just like any other couple you might spot shopping in your local high street together and seeing them like this makes you feel even more uncomfortable than you were expecting.

Up until now you'd only imagined them in the throes of passion, not doing mundane coupley things like this and grocery shopping and cooking together and chilling out on the sofa in the evening watching trash TV with a glass of wine. Now it's all you can think of. All of those things which are conspicuously absent from your casual hookups which you tell yourself you don't want... but if you don't want them then why is there a pronounced ache inside your chest cavity like your heart's being crushed watching them together?

You need to get your head straight and fast... see this situation for what it really is. Van really is having his cake and eating it isn't he? He's playing at being the perfect partner to his fiancée whilst he's got you doing the most depraved things on the side like the obedient little good girl of his fantasies.

Well, maybe it's time to change things up. You're done being good for him. If he can have the best of both worlds then so can you. And you certainly don't need his permission.

"I'm always discreet," you smile sweetly up at Johnny, running a hand lightly down the length of his arm, aware that even such an innocent touch is loaded in your situation, especially to your intended audience. "Besides, I can't see Van wanting to get up to much with Kathleen around, can you? He'll likely be on his best behaviour all week."

Johnny huffs in obvious exasperation but you don't miss the mischievous light that glints in his eye nevertheless. "As if that'll stop him. You obviously don't know him as well as you think. Gets off on the risk, I swear it's like some kind of aphrodisiac for him."

"And you're telling me that you don't?" You raise an enquiring eyebrow, full of flirtation. "Come off it, you're just as bad as him. You love it too. Admit it. All that sneaking around gets you hot and bothered doesn't it?"

You step a little closer, your hips practically knocking into Johnny's. You should probably tone it down in public but you're not thinking about your fellow students catching you now. You can practically feel the heat of Van's gaze searing your skin as you blatantly flirt with Johnny in front of him.

"Talking of being sneaky I asked the girl at the check-in desk to make sure she put me in the seat next to you," he holds up his boarding card with a grin. "Told her you were terrified of flying and that I needed to be there to calm you down."

"Well... you are very good at doing that," you smirk, catching your bottom lip in your teeth, allowing yourself a quick glance over in Van's direction, satisfied to see that he's watching the show.

Johnny chuckles low and secretive, his smile stretching wide. "Don't think I don't know what you're doing love."

"I don't know what you're talking about, I'm just chatting to one of my Professors, passing the time whilst we wait for the flight." You look up at him wide-eyed, your mischievous smirk at odds with your innocent tone.

"And looking for trouble at the same time," he finishes off your sentence for you. "You're so bloody transparent, I can read ya like a book. You're tryin' to get a rise out of Van aren't ya? Hoping he'll inflict some kinda kinky punishment on ya I'll bet."

"May-be..." you giggle, stretching out the word, brushing an imaginary piece of fluff off the front of his shirt as an excuse to touch him again, letting your hand linger there. "Wanna be my partner in crime?"

"I mean it Y/N... you really have got to rein it in this week." His smile fades to be replaced by a small frown as he takes a step backwards, just out of your reach. Damn...

"And now would be a good time to start," he adds quietly, under his breath. "Better behave yourself, they're coming over."

You sight Kathleen and Van in your peripheral vision and your heart starts thumping hard. You lick your lips, suddenly nervous, that edgy kind of exhilaration that Van inspires in you that makes every nerve ending stand to attention.

"Y/N! Johnny! Hi!"

Kathleen's sing-song voice cuts through the busy background hum of the terminal and you feel yourself stiffen, stepping back from Johnny as you turn with a fixed smile.

"Alright you pair, all ready for the trip?" Johnny greets them. Van opens his mouth to speak but Kathleen cuts in, all bubbly excitement as she looks between you both.

"I'm so excited, I've never been to Rome before. Ughhh it's been such a long semester too, thought it'd never end."

"Tell me about it," Johnny sighs. "And it's not over yet. Got a mountain of exam papers to mark when we get back."

Kathleen groans in agreement, muttering something about deadlines and you take the opportunity to look at Van to find him looking right back.

"Talking of exams, I wanted to speak to you Y/N." You shift where you stand, chewing the inside of your cheek. "Johnny told me you'd been experiencing some exam stress. Why didn't you contact me if you were struggling? I told you if you needed anything you should reach out to me.”

Your cheeks instantly warm as awkwardness floods you. You can't believe he's bringing this up now in front of everyone and you wonder if he even knows the full story. Is he clueless and he's asking as a concerned mentor or does he know full well what you've been up to and he just wants to make you squirm? Either way, the fact still remains that he didn't make a move to contact you himself and you're still smarting about that.

"I didn't want to bother you, that's why. I know how busy you've been." You mumble your response quietly.

"But I'm your Personal Tutor, that's what I'm there for. You should have contacted me."

This makes you bristle and you look him dead in the eye, a subtle challenge you know will rile him up. "It's fine, it wasn't a problem anyway. Johnny took good care of me."

Oh shit... you didn't mean it to come out quite like that. You blush even harder as you see Van's jaw clench. Johnny clears his throat beside you and you cringe internally, not daring to look up at him.

"Oh don't give her a hard time Van!" Kathleen interrupts the awkwardness which thankfully she seems to be completely oblivious to, tutting playfully. "The exams are over now, I'm sure she doesn't want to think about all that now when she's got this trip to look forward to." She turns her attention fully on you. "I heard about the all-expenses-paid prize you got for your amazing coursework grade by the way, well done! Reckon you must be Van's star student. He grades so harshly, you really must have excelled yourself there."

Your face is aflame. You wish you could sink into the floor.

"Errr... well it was only one piece of work... but I did work really hard on it..."

"Exactly. Don't sell yourself short, I'm sure it was well deserved and if it's anything to go by you'll have done well on your exams too."

You return her bright smile with an awkward one of your own, scrambling for a response that might divert the attention away from you but Kathleen beats you to it, waving a credit card in the air with a loud giggle.

"Anyway, that's enough about exams and work, we're here to have fun aren't we? I can't get enough of duty free shopping. C'mon Y/N, I've spotted some gorgeous handbags but I'm spoilt for choice. You can help me decide. Van's useless when it comes to that kinda thing!"

You open your mouth to protest but you don't get chance, she's already bustling past, her arms laden down with carrier bags, beckoning you to follow her. It looks like she's already bought up half of the stock in the whole the departure lounge.

"Actually I think Y/N was just about to go and find her friends," Van says stonily and that's the final straw.

FUCK HIM!

Of course he's not at all thrilled at the prospect of you spending time with his fiancée and to be honest neither are you, but it's the perfect opportunity to do a little bit of digging and wind up Van massively at the same time. Perfect.

You shoot him a purposefully sweet smile meant to provoke as you step forward. "No, it's fine, I can catch up with them later. We've got two hours to kill anyway until boarding."

"Great!" Kathleen announces and you hold Van's steely gaze for a moment before you spin on your heel, adding a purposeful sway to your hips as you walk away.

"Guess we'll leave you ladies to it then," Johnny calls after you.

[arthropoid]

inkfish beak healthcare

the beak of an inkfish is one of the only hard parts of their bodies, made of a strong chitin thats soft at the base and becomes more dense at the tip. the rest is all muscle and cartilage, save for the organs. most inkfish have strong jawlines that outline a powerful mandible made to crush hard shells and exoskeletons.

inkfish get only one beak throughout their entire lives, so it's important to take care of it, even if it grows continually. beaks come in a variety if shapes and sizes depending on species and individual. corrective surgery is only for malformed beaks that cause pain or repeated infection.

in the place of a tongue is their radula, a spiked appendage with the same purpose as molar teeth: grinding food. the radula grinds food against the roof of the beak by flexing and contorting.

this will leave some debris caught between the spikes. the most common instrument for beak care at home is something similar to a waterpik for flushing leftover food bits from between the crevices. another tool for cleaning ones radula is a rubber-bristled brush which is easier to use on the go.

the beak is cleaned with a soft bristle brush so the gums are not irritated. a minty paste is often used for the smell. pretty similar to humans, all things considered, but more careful attention is payed to the gums and radula.

due to their robust immune systems, inkfish rarely have dental issues. their lack of teeth means there's very little risk of cavities, and they often keep special whetstones to sharpen their beaks if they get dull or overgrown. neglecting this aspect of care can lead the beak to grow out of control and impact the inner mouth, increasing the likelihood of infection and permanent deformation of the beak.

professionals aren't normally sought for this, but if someone has a disability or disease effecting the toughness of their beak then more careful attention needs to be paid to prevent splintering, cracking, chipping, or warping.

inkfish beaks are extremely tough, and as such are hard to break. it's not impossible, though. inkfish are active and competitive creatures. inksports are much more dangerous than the average inkfish would have you believe, but that said, a broken beak is a rare occurrence even in the most extreme brackets.

accidents happen, especially during extreme sports. the most common form of beak injury is being fractured from a heavy impact. if not treated, fractures can become infected depending on where and how deep it is. treatment is simple. since the beak will continue to grow out from the gums, non severe cases are treated with gentle antibiotic paste and a soft diet until the fracture has grown out completely.

there are enough instances of beaks being chipped or even completely broken for it to be a common fear among inkfish, but these cases are usually people playing stupid games to win stupid prizes.

[dealsdart]

**Say Goodbye to Tooth Decay: A Simple Guide to Maintaining Oral Health**

A Simple Guide to Maintaining Oral Health

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**Impact on Oral Health:**

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