#me when I have a dentist appointment later
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luveline · 2 days ago
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Babe! It was fine!! I also have bad dental anxiety usually but thankfully my dentist and his technician are very normal and he explained everything to me a lot! I don’t want you to worry at all, all root canals are different. My tooth was dead (idk why lol no cavity just died) so I didn’t feel any pain but they numb you regardless. It was so long! About an hour altogether, but sometimes they might split your procedure into multiple appointments. I didn’t feel any pain, in fact it was quite interesting because there was a blow torch involved at one point. They go into your tooth and pull out (it sounds like they pull but really they drill it out no yanking involved) the nerve ending, and I think they sort of excavate the nerve. My tooth was apparently odd inside and had a bit of nerve going off in a random direction and they geeked out over it. They put plastic over your mouth, and they’re constantly flushing it with bleach to keep it clean, but you can’t taste bleach or anything, they make sure the plastic around the tooth stops you from tasting or swallowing any of the material. They fill your tooth with I believe a post, and then have two types of filling, the root canal filling and the composite they seal your tooth with in the end. It’s very long, and it is very normal to feel scared about this stuff, especially when it can be so painful. I did have some occasional flickers of pain but nothing that didn’t end a second later. At one point I had a strange throbbing feeling that wasn’t painful, but sort of felt like my tooth was moving in circles around my mouth. I would hope very much that you aren’t scared when you get yours! I didn’t know much about a root canal before they gave me one and most of my anxiety was around how much it was going to cost rather than the pain, but root canals have been around for a long time and the technology they use for them only gets more sophisticated. At one point they did an x ray to make sure they were happy with what they’d filled in my tooth, and at other times they used a ruler that was like ? Electric ? To measure my tooth! I was very very very scared when I found out I needed one but I have to say that the process wasn’t scary looking back. They said it’s normal to feel pain afterwards but besides where they numbed me with a needle, I don’t feel any pain right now as I’m typing. Some strange sensitivity maybe! sorry I’ve talked and talked, but hopefully I’ve expressed to you that the process was actually just mundane and a bit awkward to have your mouth open for so long, but if I were talking to a friend or my sisters I’d tell them not to worry if possible! If you have pain or you need time to breathe you can take it!! And! If you’re very scared there are sedation options too. If you want to know something I didn’t manage to answer here please ask me I’d be happy to answer!!
guys I’ve been to the dentists again today and I have to go later AND on Friday and it’s driving me insane im sick of people touching my teeth 😭
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the-scheme-system · 1 year ago
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I’ve noticed that it’s rather difficult to find medical kink content from the other perspective, well I’m here to provide.
Disclaimer: I hope it’s obvious but I am not an actual doctor. This is a fetish that I can’t control having, obviously I would never actually do this to someone.
Warnings: non-con, medical fetish, abuse of power dynamics, this doctor should not be licensed, a simultaneously great and terrible understanding of the medical system, clinical terminology such as “genitalia” and “vaginal canal”, sub has a vulva/vagina and they/them is used.
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To make it clear, I hardly desire physical contact at all. The idea of doing anything sexual with my own body disgusts me, the only pleasure I get from this is mental, which I feel somehow makes it more sadistic.
I walk down the hallway towards the exam room, reading through the chart and smirking under my mask. I stop in front of the door, straighten my back and clear my throat. I knock firmly and wait a few seconds before walking in.
“Good morning, I’m Dr. Chisaki, you must be (name)”
After getting a nod from the nurse opposite me, I look over at our patient. Observing how they look away from my gaze, playing with their fingers and shifting uncomfortably. I lean over the desk and double check the information on my computer before turning back to them. From this point, my focus should solely be on the clinical aspects. For a while I was ashamed to admit any enjoyment I got from this. What kind of doctor would feel this way about their patients? I should be ashamed of myself. But I’m not. Any shame left me a long time ago, and at this point I rationalize it to myself by saying it’s normal to enjoy your job. Right?
I take my place at the end of the exam table, glancing quickly to the nurse and then down at the instrument tray. I grab and begin to put on the exam gloves, the patient noticeably reacts to this. Seeming more uncomfortable as time goes on. The nurse squeezes their hand gently, the patient starts to relax, but suddenly someone is calling for the nurse from the hall.
“Oh dear- I’ll just be a second I’m so sorry-“ she rushes out.
I follow her, glancing out the door as she exits. Before slyly locking it behind her. I turn back to my patient, who looks a lot more concerned
“Now, shall we begin?”
The patient seems too nervous to protest as I make my way back, changing my gloves after having touched the lock.
I ask them to lay back, to just try to relax and that this will be over as soon as possible. Gently at first, I try to spread their legs. They hesitate, so I become a bit more firm. I notice them close their eyes and I will admit I silently chuckle to myself,
“For some people it’s easier to have their eyes closed and for some it’s easier to have them open. Do whichever makes you feel more comfortable, but I will advise you most first time patients prefer to be able to see what I’m doing.”
Their eyes slowly open as I lift the gown, a gloved finger gently tracing along their labia. Their breath hitches and I feel them tense
“Please just try to relax”
I begin to gently press it into them, slowly, watching for any pain or reaction at all. They squirm a bit, looking away from me, but I can feel how they’re actually feeling. Surprisingly wet, I’m able to push another finger in with little effort. This causes more of a reaction though. They gasp slightly then immediately turn their head away, squeezing their eyes shut. They may try to ignore that, but I can’t ignore how they clenched down at first. I begin to slowly move my fingers, gently pushing in and curling them. They try to not react, and for a few seconds they’re successful, but as I push my fingers deeper a moan draws from their lips.
I make no visible reaction, but I’m smiling under the mask. I begin to focus on moving deeper, I am actually performing an exam after all. Two fingers continuing to thrust and curl inside of them, I start to look over and examine the external genitalia with my other hand. Deciding it would be best if I also examine clitoral function while I’m here. Thumb pressing gently into it, I feel them clench more. They attempt to close their legs but I firmly redirect it. Giving them a warning glare, the first time I’ve really bothered to make eye contact. They look more scared at that, but it’s quickly overshadowed but my hands getting back to work.
I’ve learned in this job that consistency is what causes an orgasm. A predictable rhythm their body can fall into. And before they even realize it, they’ll be cumming around my fingers. Not this one though, this one was actually enjoying it. I could tell they were still trying very hard to hold back, but at a certain point instinct takes over. The way their body would jerk, the noises they attempted to stifle, all of it led to me leaning over them further than normal, hand planted next to their head. Looking down at them, watching them unravel. They shyed away from me, and I continued. It didn’t take very much longer, I let them close their legs this time. They reached up to cover their mouth, and came on my exam table. Shaking, crying, gripping onto whatever they could reach. Looking up at me for guidance
“You did wonderfully” I reassure.
They nod a bit and look away, I slowly remove my fingers and stand straight beside them. Carefully removing the gloves and washing my hands thoroughly.
“I’ll give you a few minutes to clean up while I record my findings, I’ll return in about five minutes. You’re welcome to either leave when you’re done and receive the results through email, or you can wait here and we can discuss them in person.”
They nod and I make my exit, walking down the hall and spotting my nurse. She was sitting at her desk, charting. She glances up for a moment and I see her quirk a brow at me, I nod at her. We both knew she wasn’t coming back into that exam room.
I sit down at my desk and begin to chart
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Patient Name: Date of Birth:
Exam Date: Conducting Physician:
Supervising Physician:
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���Exam progressed as usual with no incidents. No significant or abnormal findings within the vaginal canal. No significant or abnormal findings on the cervix. Clitoris was found to be significantly more sensitive than normal. Will advise patient of methods to reduce or cope with this.”
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I grab my laptop and return to the room. The patient remains, having dressed themselves and sitting patiently on the table. I sit down on my stool, crossing my legs and place the laptop on my lap.
“I’m glad you decided to stay, I do have a few findings to discuss with you.” They look a bit nervous again.
“Overall everything went well during your exam. Everything internally is normal and no cause for concern” the nervousness fades and is replaced with confusion, I continue “well, I found that your clitoris is a lot more sensitive than expected. There’s nothing wrong with this, and it’s nothing that will cause any significant health impacts. However, especially now that you’re aware of it, it may lead to discomfort or, well, let’s say be a bit of a distraction. Don’t worry, there are ways to help. My usual recommendation is physical therapy.”
“and what would that entail?” They speak for the first time, softly
Once again I smile under my mask
“Essentially it would be what we did today, but with a lot more focus and intensity.”
Their eyes widen but it doesn’t seem to be fear anymore
“I would like to see you back within two weeks to begin treatment, I have an appointment available next week at the same time.”
They hesitate
“But if that’s too long to wait, I do make house calls.”
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bittsandpieces · 3 months ago
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Dentist no longer takes my insurance and didn't notify me of that change, so I'm gonna have to pay put of pocket because i need this fucking appointment 🙃
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dandyshucks-moving · 11 months ago
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that F/O really CAN get you through the horrors huh !!
#today has been. so bad. so very bad.#i am in so much pain fsdjkl#dentist appt this morning for a chipped molar that showed up out of nowhere. turns out its a Large cavity somehow.#that they just. didnt notice. at my last appointment. when i was still on my dad's insurance (i am uninsured now)#got in there an hour later by a miracle to get it dealt with but its so bad that they can't do a regular filling#they have to like. do a filling that helps clear out the bad stuff. and then do a proper filling in six months. OR take out the tooth#if it hasn't fixed itself enough. i feel very ill#so much money !!!!!!! so much money!!!! why did this happen right after i stopped being insured!!!#this was also my first filling ever bc i have not had cavities in my life bc i am very thorough with dental hygeine#so idk how this cavity even happened!!!! fuck!!!#so that was Really Incredibly Terrifying for me to have to get done fdskl had no idea what to expect#it wasn't that bad actually. but now. the numbing has worn off entirely and holy shit i am in so much pain. just so much pain#crying and shaking and everything fdsjkl this sucks. idk if this is normal fdsjkl#i also.... have not eaten anything today besides A Single Granola Bar. because of all of this happening. idk how im not starving rn#i just do not feel hungry at all fsjkdl#anyways!!! today has sucked so bad!! dbt class was decent but felt weird for some reason!!#the one good thing of today is that i got my appointment booked w this new counselor finally so hurray for that !!!#and my yarn order arrived so i can keep working on xmas gifts#anyways. thinkign about guz has been getting me through today for real. not even joking. keeping me sane fjdskl#dandyshucks#SORRY FOR VENTING. IM JUST. HHHHHHH. TODAY HAS BEEN SOMETHING ALRIGHT.
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sacharinee · 1 year ago
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hi m!!! what do you think about bf!pete getting his wisdom teeth out? and the reader taking care of him?? hed be so funny lmao xxD
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pairing: bf!peter parker x reader w/c: 750 a/n: hi anon!! thnk u for requesting i had sm fun writing this! :)
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you’re sat at the dentist's office, cooped up in those uncomfortable chairs while you anxiously waited for your boyfriend’s surgery to finish.  
when peter ranted and moaned nonstop over his constant toothache, may decided enough was enough, and took it upon herself to set an appointment for her nephew. he wasn’t too keen on the idea. peter wasn’t afraid of anything ninety-nine percent of the time. dentists, however, wasn’t one of them. 
“can’t you stay here with me?” 
“stay? baby, no they’re gonna be drilling in your teeth.”
“but i-”
“and it’s gonna be bloody and nasty and i don’t wanna have to see all that.”
you turn towards him, only to come face to face with the boy’s horrified look, his eyes are wide and skin pale, mouth open in shock. you cringe at your response.
“but,” you stand, “you’re gonna do amazing, you’re gonna sit here and let the dentist do his magic.” you smile and lean down to plant a sweet kiss on his forehead.
“y/n/n, wait but-” you drop his hand on the way out, “bye, love you baby! be good!”
“y/n!”
two hours later swing by when a woman in navy scrubs comes to get you, announcing that peter is out of surgery. 
you knew that he would be high out of his mind on laughing gas, you just didn’t think it would be this bad. 
when you enter, the dentist is off to the side, looking over charts, packing a care bag for his patient.
peter’s head lulls towards your touch on his shoulder and slowly blinks at your presence. 
“hi baby, how you feeling?” you give him a beaming smile.
your boyfriend does his best to muster the same grin, but the amount of gauze in his mouth makes his rosy cheeks puff out, drool dripping down the corner of his mouth.
peter takes a moment to stare at you, “woaahh” he languidly slurs his words, “you’re so pretty.” 
you giggle at the comment when the boy gasps in horror, “wait, wait, i have a girlfriend, and she’s-” he looks up at you worriedly and slaps his forehead, “i’m in trouble.”
you can’t help but let out a laugh, he’s so dopey. 
your fingers touch the bottom of his chin gently and lift his head, “i’m your girlfriend, silly.” 
a loud gasp escapes peter as his face turns ecstatic, “get out!” you giggle at his reaction, the dentist glances over at you two and offers an admiring smile.
“so do we have sex?”
the awkward silence in the room kills you. 
your face blushes, as you shake your head and clear your throat, “peter, no.”
“no?!” he sighs in disappointment, “aw man.” your boyfriend pouts at the floor, “what have i been doing with my life.”
“oh my god, pete,” when the dentist turns away, you whisper and offer him a shrug, “sometimes we do.”
the delight on his face returns and his eyes go wide, “really?!”
the boy seriously has no filter.
as you’re packing his things, peter pauses and pokes his cheeks, “wait y/n,” he pauses, “my face kinda feels weird.”
you look around and hand him a mirror from the counter, “oh my god…” peter gingerly touches his face as you kneel down at him, “what’s wrong, baby?”
“my face… it’s so fat!” he’s got tears in his eyes and whining with a jutted bottom lip, “y/n,” sniffle. “will-” sniffle. “will you still love me if my face is so fat?” 
you roll your eyes and smile at his antics, “of course, i would.”
he seems pleased with your answer because he’s back to smiling. you go back to packing his things. “hey, mr dentist,” he woozily slurs, the gauze is practically spilling out his mouth, “d’you know i’m spider-man?”
you mentally facepalm at his obliviousness and mutter, “jesus christ.”
you turn to the older man who’s chuckling at his mental state and shrug, “he also thinks he’s luke skywalker from star wars.”
“but i am!-” “okay bug boy, lets go.”
“where we going?”
“home, sweetie.”
he gasps eagerly and raises his eyebrows at you, “to have sex?”
“oh my god.”
soon after the dentist explains and hands you everything he needs to recover, you guide peter to the car. 
he’s extremely dramatic. 
he’s got his hands around your shoulders, dragging himself on the floor, acting like he can’t walk - which he definitely can.
“peter, i know you can walk. c’mon help me out,” you beg.
“no, i can’t" he moans, "carry me,” he demands.
“what? no,”
“why not?”
“because you’re too heavy.”
and he’s crying all over again, “i knew it! you hate me 'cause you think my face is too fat!”
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archangeldyke-all · 6 days ago
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sev def lays on top of u whenever she makes u mad until you stop being mad
ASDJFPWEWFPJD:LDF this is so fucking funny and cute
men and minors dni
the first time it happens, you and sevika are in your first real fight of your relationship.
sevika had stood you up on a date, only to show up on your doorstep five hours later bloodied and beaten.
the simultaneous sting of rejection mixed with the heartbreak of seeing your love in such rough shape resulted in you angrily patching sevika up in the bathroom, ranting at her as you tended to her wounds.
"b-baby, you know i've got a crazy job. sometimes i come home bloody. some nights i won't be able to come home at all. and you should know by now that i wouldn't fuckin' stand you up without a good reason."
"i know that sevika, which is why i'd fucking appreciate it if you could send a fucking messenger to me next time you gotta bail on our plans! i thought you were dead in a fucking ditch somewhere!" you cry.
sevika blinks, seemingly not having considered this point yet. "oh." she says, her heart breaking a bit as she realizes how worried you must've been. you're always worried about her; pouting when you find new bruises on her body and giving silco dirty looks when he's been treating her poorly, and sevika knows how hard you work to accept her lifestyle and job-- but she can only fucking imagine how scared you must've been for the few hours where she was missing. she'd die if she thought something happened to you.
"did you hit your head at all?" you ask, glaring down at your girlfriend while your hands gently move her head back and forth, studying her pupils.
"no."
"good." you grunt, dropping your hands quickly and angrily packing up the first aid kit. "i'm going to bed. you need to take a bath-- you stink." you spit, storming out of the bathroom.
sevika blinks, the full gravity of her fuck up hitting her-- and then she rushes after you.
you're cursing her out under your breath and slamming drawers as you change into your pajamas.
sevika cringes, desperately trying to think of a way to get herself out of the doghouse. "baby--"
"i don't wanna hear it, sevika. not tonight."
she gulps, and then does the only thing she can think to do.
in three big strides, sevika's pushing you onto the bed and collapsing on top of you. you squeak, then start to squirm underneath her.
"what the fuck are you doing!?" you ask.
sevika shrugs on top of you. "you're angry at me."
"...so!?" you squeal.
"so i'm squishing you until you love me again." sevika says.
you can't help but giggle, smacking her shoulder. "i still love you, jackass, i'm just mad at you."
"so i'm squishing the mad out of you." she says simply. you laugh, your anger slowly melting away at sevika's sweetness. "i'm sorry. really. i didn't-- i didn't even think of how scary that could be for you. i-i'll send someone next time i gotta stay late. i promise."
with the easy way you melt underneath her after that, sevika starts laying on top of you anytime you argue after that, too.
you bitch at her about how she's always letting food crust on her plates in the sink-- she lays on you.
she skips her dentist appointment and gets a cavity and you're pissed when you find out-- she lays on you.
she spoils the end of the book you're reading on accident, and, you guessed it-- she's laying on you until you finally sigh and forgive her.
it's nice. sevika always uses the time on top of you to figure out her words-- figure out a proper apology and something to make it up to you. you like the pressure of her body on top of you-- it helps the firey anger inside you disperse and it's reassuring to know that even when you're pissed at her, sevika's gonna stay with you.
plus, most of the time your arguments end when you start running away from sevika, insisting she don't lay on you this time, and she chases after you, both of you forgetting your grievances to giggle and chase each other around the house.
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mandarinmoons · 3 months ago
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What about Reid with a ballerina spouse (gn or fem) I don’t really have any idea for it other than Spencer has kept the relationship a secret from the team but they’ve been kind of suspicious and find out some how? Maybe the kind of spy on him and see him going into one of her shows and at the end of the show they see him kissing her or something
“I gotta get going guys, see you all tomorrow!”
“Wait wait, hold on now. What’s got you in such a hurry?”
Derek watched as Spencer quickly put away the files on his desk and threw his satchel over his shoulder, he seemed awfully eager to leave.
“Oh uh… The library’s closing earlier than usual today and there’s this one book I really want to read, so gotta go before it closes. Bye!”
Spencer strode off leaving the rest of the team very confused. They noticed that Spencer’s been leaving earlier than usual and he always had a different excuse.
“I have a dentist appointment.”
“I have to go and get more postage stamps before the post office closes.”
He had used nearly every excuse in the book and knowing his brain capacity, he’d probably never run out of them.
“Penelope, can you-”
“Already on it my love and… it’s false, he’s definitely hiding something.”
“Anybody up for a stake out?”
Derek and Penelope turned their heads at Emily, both of their eyebrows knitted together at the suggestion thrown out.
“Prentiss, you’re serious?”
“C’mon, aren’t you curious? Reid’s never one to shy away from talking about something.”
“That is true.”
“Oh, c’mon Derek! We’ll be super discreet! We can even dress in all black and be like spies!”
Derek turned his head at Penelope and chuckled over the excitement he saw in Penelope’s eyes.
“Garcia, we're the FBI.”
“I know, but I’ve always loved those spy sequences in movies.”
Both Emily and Derek laughed at Penelope’s excitement over the idea of having a stakeout over one of their friends. It really wasn’t like Spencer to not tell them about something, everyone on the team was like a family and they were usually some of the first people on the know about big news.
A couple of hours later after Penelope managed to track down Spencer’s location through his phone, the team were surprised when they ended up at a theater.
Looking around the area, they spotted a poster for the upcoming show that was set to start in 10 minutes, the show in question? A performance of Swan Lake.
“Why would Spencer come to see a ballet performance?”
“I think I know why.”
Turning their heads, Emily and Derek look over to Penelope and see her motion to Spencer and an unfamiliar woman with him. The two of them seem to be talking and laughing, but not in just a friendly manner. Spencer’s hand held onto the woman’s lightly and his thumb brushed over her knuckles, a sign of something more than just friendship. The woman seemed to get called to get into her position, but before she turned to leave she pressed a quick kiss to Spencer’s lips and hurried off, leaving Spencer smiling like a fool.
“My man.”
Spencer jumped in his shoes when he heard Derek’s voice. He turned around and saw the grinning faces of his coworkers walking over to him.
“What’re you guys doing here?”
“We had some suspicions, so we bit the bullet and decided to check up on you.”
“And by “check up” you mean follow me?”
The three of them looked at each other, slightly embarrassed at their decision, but were met with Spencer chuckling a moment later.
“You guys are impossible.”
“So who was that pretty lady?”
“Y/N, we met at a coffee shop a few months ago and we’ve been on a few dates. It’s been going pretty well.”
“And she’s a ballerina?”
“Yeah, she’s amazing! I’ve seen her rehearse and this is the second show of hers I’m seeing.”
“If she’s really that good then we gotta see it.”
Penelope flew to buy the tickets, clearly very excited to see the new talent perform. As they all got to their seats and the lighting dimmed, everyone watched the performance with excitement, waiting for your turn.
When the performance ended, you were surprised to see a group of people following Spencer along. One of the ladies, who seemed very eager, walked up to you and gushed about the performance you put on.
“You were so graceful! I haven't seen such light movement in, well, ever!”
The woman’s compliments, who’s name turned out to be Penelope as you made out from the rest of the guests, went straight to your heart.
The other visitors, whose names were Emily and Derek, complimented you on your performance as well, but all your attention was on the man behind them who had an adoring smile on his face, one that was clearly directed at you.
“I wasn’t aware Spencer invited you along.”
“He didn’t. We got curious because he’s been a bit suspicious lately and had to see what was causing it.”
“I mean I knew you all worked for the FBI but I didn’t know you were that nosey.”
Everyone laughed at the comment which made you feel a bit more welcomed along with them.
“What can we say, some things you just can’t help but be curious about.”
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endivinity · 4 months ago
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Hey yall!
it's been one of those weeks. a very, very expensive week. my savings will be completely wiped, but I can't open commissions, so it's not looking too hot for me right now. I'm not in any danger of eviction or other major consequences, but I can't front the costs by myself.
If you'd like to help out by chipping in a little bit, I've got the tl;dr over here! https://ko-fi.com/endivinity There's a pack of every public deathclaw artwork available through that as well, if you'd like a bonus incentive.
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Long version and plan of attack under the cut!
I've been medically unemployed for a couple of years now. I've also been recently diagnosed with ADHD - inattentive. I was given an initial trial course of meds for them, which so far aren't working in any helpful ways. NZ has free prescriptions... but it does not have free mental health diagnoses, and especially not for adults. The initial diagnosis appointments cost me $1100, and there are at-cost followup appointments and other medical related costs that are chipping away at it. My medication will need reviewing and possibly switching, which requires more at-cost appointments. This was fine for me to pay! But. Miraculously, I barely self-medicated prior to diagnosis but when I did.... it was with sugary foods. I'm sure you can see where this ends up :'D
The other day I got hit with a dental bill that was not only staggering, but the treatment itself was a gutpunch. I'm not quite at root canal level but two of my teeth are tending towards it, even as the dentist commended my brushing and flossing. The quote is between $3200-4000 (give or take a couple non-priority preventative treatments). I can get government funding assistance up to $1000, and anything beyond that is a loan.
And unrelated I NEED new glasses, because the vision in my left eye from uveitis has deteriorated significantly. this costs less at i think $200-300, but the government does NOT assist with this for... some reason??
The plan of attack:
I'd - hoped, that the meds would let me focus more on owed work. I'd hoped I'd be able to clear the board. That's not the case right now. I'll keep trying, but for now I have to focus on the present.
So, the Ko-fi page is open! There's PWYW files of every deathclaw art I have, so if you'd like to help me out and get convenient lizards instead of browsing my posts, that's the option for you. I will also be making deathclaw designs to auction. I'd like to do customs in future because there's a hungry hungry market out there, waiting for me to do so, but that'd be a commission and I wouldn't complete it. So, premades it will be. My Inprnt store is currently barren; I will see about getting it filled. That'll be linked later. I can't mail out my print stock I use for cons, because I don't have a car or easy access to shipping packaging for larger prints. (And shipping would be immense because, NZ)
So far those are my only attainable options. If you have other suggestions though, please let me know! <3
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alessiasfreckles · 9 months ago
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not good, not bad, just different (leah williamson x ADHD!reader)
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disclaimer: this is based off of my personal experience of ADHD. this is in no way saying that this is what adhd looks like for everyone!!
a/n: based on this request! i hope you like it, i'm sorry it's so all over the place but that also felt pretty thematic so... hopefully it's okay. i'm planning on doing 1-2 more parts to this! the next part will be about the reader getting diagnosed and coming to terms with their diagnosis + telling the other lionesses about it. also if you're interested in more WLW football based fiction involving ADHD, read Cleat Cute by Meryl Wilsner!
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You had always felt… different. Not in a ‘not like other girls’ kind of way, more like an ‘I don’t understand what’s wrong with me’ kind of way. Things just seemed to be so much harder for you than for everybody else. 
As a teenager, you were constantly getting told off by your parents for your messy room and bad grades. You were a smart kid, they said, so why couldn’t you just do your homework and study for tests like everyone else?
You would ask yourself the same thing. Forcing yourself to sit at your desk, staring at your maths textbook, desperately begging your brain to just cooperate, just this once, not understanding why it was so hard to just do the work. 
When your parents would come into your room you would instantly feel a flash of white-hot shame at the state of it. Clothes everywhere, rubbish you’d forgotten about in corners, plates, cups, half empty water bottles. You couldn’t help it, it was like once something was out of your line of sight, you just forgot it existed, like the plate of half-eaten food that you’d put next to the bed at some point and then had absent-mindedly pushed under the bed to get it out of your way. When you found it weeks - okay, months - later, you were so embarrassed by the mould that you secretly threw it away rather than take it downstairs to the kitchen, where anyone could see it. 
You would forget things you knew you should remember, things that anyone else would have remembered, like weekly tutoring sessions that your parents paid for (something they reminded you of when you forgot, yet again). You felt so stupid. It was at the same time, every Wednesday after school, so why couldn’t you remember? 
Or doctor’s appointments, dentist appointments, any kind of appointment really. You would write it into your calendar, set yourself a reminder on the day, set yourself another reminder 30 minutes before, and all that would happen is that you would swipe away the reminder thinking ‘oh, yeah’, and then you’d continue doing whatever you were doing before. It was only when you’d hear the phone ring that you’d instantly know it was about you, about the appointment you’d missed, or maybe it was from school, or maybe something else you’d just completely forgotten about.
And all of that wasn’t even taking your issues with human interaction into account. You’d always struggled to make friends, especially as a girl who liked football. When you hit 9 or 10, the other girls in your class started to grow more interested in talking about boys, or music, or tv. You couldn’t understand what they found so interesting, that they’d rather spend breaks just sitting around chatting to each other when they could be running around playing football, or some other game, or anything more exciting. 
As you got a little older, though, you realised that it was clearly a ‘you’ problem. People at your secondary school were nice, for the most part, but you still struggled to make friends. When you’d accidentally interrupt someone, or start talking too much and too loudly in excitement, or fidget a little too noisily, people would give you looks and whisper to each other about how weird you were. You learned to sit on your hands to stop yourself from clicking a pen or tapping your fingers, to keep quiet to avoid saying the wrong thing or saying it the wrong way. 
Football was a good escape. It was fast-paced enough that you didn’t have time to think about other things, and there was enough going on that your brain wasn’t looking for external stimulation. You’d always been observant, noticing things most people wouldn’t notice, and you used it to your advantage. You were quick with the ball and you seemed to always know where everyone was around you. You were so good, in fact, that you made the England U17 squad - something you’d hoped would make you seem a little cooler at school, but just added to your ‘weirdness’. 
That time was far behind you now, though. Now you were in your twenties and not only played football professionally, having joined Arsenal when you were 19, but also played for the England senior squad, one of the Lionesses. 
That’s not to say that you didn’t still struggle with things. Your apartment was a mess, you lost things constantly, you would still interrupt people and fidget. You had friends though, at least. If anything, people knew what you were like and they loved you for it. It became a running joke on match days that you would inevitably lose your shoes, or your shin pads, or your phone, or that you’d need to borrow a hair bobble from someone. Everything would always show up right as you started to panic, though. Your shoes would be in the bathroom, because you’d been holding them when you went in to go to the toilet before the game like you always did. Your shin pads would be in the pockets of your jacket, one on each side, so you wouldn’t lose them. 
“Looking for this?” Leah would ask, pulling your phone out of her pocket and smiling at the look of relief on your face.
“Yes! Where was it?” 
“On the bus. You left it on your seat,” she explained.
“Huh. That doesn’t sound like me,” you joked.
“Nah, that definitely doesn’t sound like you,” she would say with a wink.
So, yeah. Maybe you had a reputation as the forgetful one, and the messy one, and the chaotic one, and the distracted one. But that was just who you were, right?
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Okay, you knew you were here for a reason. There must have been something you were going to get from the prep room, that’s literally the only reason you were there. You mentally went through everything you needed; shoes, on your feet, jacket, wearing it, headphones, in your pocket, water bottle - fuck, that was it! Your bottle!
You grabbed it from the bench where you’d left it and headed back out. On the way you needed to pee, so you quickly went to the bathroom, washed your hands, and went back to the training pitch.
“Did you get your water bottle?” Leah asked, a quizzical look on her face as she looked at your empty hands.
“Fuck,” you sighed. “I had it. Where the fuckety fuck did I put it?”
“Y/n, come on! Training started 5 minutes ago!” one of the trainers called over. You felt a white hot flash of shame in your belly, heat rising to your face.
“Do you want me to help you look for it?” Leah asked.
You shook your head, looking down. “No, it’s fine,” you muttered. “Let’s just start training.”
After training, Kyra came over to you in the changing room. 
“Here,” she said, holding out your bottle. “I found it in the toilets, on the sink.” 
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After that you made a list. You stuck it to the inside of your cubby, and every day you would look through it, double checking everything before you left the room. It helped for a while, until you started seeing the list as part of the background and your brain started ignoring it.
When you went to international camp, it got worse. You were away from your routine, in an unfamiliar environment. At least the people you were with was pretty much the same as always. As nice as it was to see everyone though, it was draining, too.
“Y/n? What do you want?” Leah asked. You were on a rare night out, the whole team at a restaurant by the beach together.
“Huh?” you asked, frowning. At a table nearby, people were singing ‘Happy Birthday’, cheering, clapping. On the other side of you, someone was having a conversation - it sounded like they were on a first date, but that didn’t make sense, you were in Spain, they sounded English, why would they be on a first date here? 
“What do you want to order?” Leah asked again, prompting you. The waitress stood there, looking at you expectantly, notepad in her hand. A light flickered somewhere in the corner of your eye.
“Oh, um, I,” you stuttered, looking at the huge menu in front of you. The people on the date were talking about what kind of things they liked to do on holiday, she liked to go sightseeing, he just wanted to relax, at another table a baby started crying, the ice in people’s glasses was clinking, knives and forks were scraping against plates, that song you’d had stuck in your head for days now was still playing on a loop in the back of your head, your leg was bouncing uncontrollably under the table, someone’s nails were tapping against their phone, the man was telling the woman that the whole point of holidays is to relax-
Leah’s hand on your knee made you look up from where you’d zoned out looking at the menu. The waitress was gone. Leah was looking at you with a concerned expression, her hand steady on your knee. 
“Do you want to go outside, get some fresh air?” she asked calmly. 
You nodded wordlessly. 
With a hand on your arm she guided you outside the restaurant, taking you to a nearby bench to sit down. The breeze cooled the sweat on the back of your neck, making you shiver. 
“Are you cold?” Leah asked, reaching for her jacket. 
“No, no, I’m okay,” you said, breathing in deeply. You knew you should just go back inside, suck it up, smile at Leah and say everything was okay, but you just couldn’t yet. You just needed a few more minutes.
You sat there in silence for a minute. It wasn’t a bad silence, but you could tell Leah was giving you space to talk whenever you felt ready. You didn’t want to talk about what had just happened though, you felt too embarrassed about getting overwhelmed like that. Everyone else was fine, it was just you who couldn’t handle it.
“The people at the table next to us, I think they were on a first date,” you said instead, looking at your hands. 
“Yeah?” Leah laughed. 
“Yeah. But, like, why would they be on a first date here? They sounded English, why are they on a first date at a restaurant in Spain?” you asked.
“Huh, I dunno,” Leah mused. “Maybe they’re both on holiday and happened to meet and decided to go on a date?”
“Maybe,” you nodded. After a few seconds of quiet, you sighed. “I’m sorry about all that. I just got… there was just a lot going on.”
Leah squeezed your knee. “It’s okay. It was busy in there, wasn’t it?”
You nodded again. “Yeah. My brain just couldn’t handle it all. All the noises, and the menu- oh, fuck, I didn’t order anything!”
“It’s okay,” Leah chuckled. “I ordered for you.”
“You did?”
“Yeah. A sandwich and chips. If you don’t want it I’m sure someone else will eat it,” she shrugged. 
“I didn’t even notice you ordering for me,” you frowned. “I feel like something’s wrong with me.”
“Wrong with you? What do you mean?”
“I don’t know, I- I feel like something is wrong with my brain,” you tried to explain, not knowing how to put it into words.
Leah frowned. 
“It doesn’t matter, I’m making a big deal out of nothing,” you said, suddenly feeling awkward and embarrassed. “Let’s go back inside. Everyone is probably wondering where we are.”
“Wait, y/n, we can stay outside for a little bit longer,” Leah said.
“No, no,” you stood up quickly, not meeting her eyes. “Let’s go. I’m okay, I promise.”
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It didn’t take long for Leah to corner you the next day, determined to talk to you..
“You seem distracted,” Leah said, sitting down next to you on the bench. “More distracted than usual, I mean.”
“Ha, yeah,” you said. “It’s kind of ironic, actually. I’m distracted because I’m distracted.”
“Right…” she said, frowning. “You’re distracted because you’re thinking about why you’re distracted?”
“Yeah,” you sighed, trying to think of how to word it. “We all know I get distracted easily, right?”
The blonde nodded. “Yeah, you’re like a magpie or something. You see something shiny, you gotta pick it up. Except the shiny thing is literally anything that catches your attention,” she laughed. 
“Exactly! Well, I was looking some stuff up online, or, no, I saw some stuff online, wait, let me start again,” you said. “My thoughts are moving faster than my mouth. Okay, so, when I was a teenager, I was on tumblr a lot. It was the only social media I really had. And on tumblr I’d see a lot about people with ADHD and autism and about hyperfixating on things. And I’ve always kind of hyperfixated on stuff - I mean, football, obviously, but other stuff too, like how on my days off I’ll binge watch an entire season of a TV show and then not shut up about it for like, a month straight, and then I’ll lose interest and basically never mention it again.”
“Or like when you decided to start playing guitar and bought a guitar and had 2 lessons and then stopped, or like when you got really into gardening for a few weeks and bought all those plants and seeds and books about gardening and then realised it was the wrong time of year for half the things you wanted to plant?” Leah asked, an amused look in her eyes.
“Huh. Yeah, I guess those count too,” you said, frowning. “So, yeah, I hyperfixate on things. And I’ve only ever seen it mentioned together with ADHD and autism. But I always thought wow, that’s so crazy that I do that but I don’t have either of those!”
“I feel like I know where this is going,” Leah smiled. 
“Leah, what if I do have ADHD? I don’t think I have autism, I mean, I might, but I haven’t really looked into it yet, maybe I should-”
“One thing at a time, okay?” she laughed, putting a hand on your arm. “Y/n, we both know I am in no way qualified to tell you if you have ADHD or not. But I know you very well. We’ve known each other for what, 5, 6 years now? And it would not surprise me in the slightest if you have ADHD.”
“Really?” you asked, incredulous. “What makes you say that?”
“You mean, aside from what I just mentioned?”
“Well, yeah.”
“Last night? At the restaurant?” she gently reminded you.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, I may have also read up on the topic a bit. I kind of suspected you might have ADHD, but I didn’t want to bring it up until you did,” she explained, not meeting your eyes. You felt something flutter in your stomach at her confession. “Anyway, one of the things I read was that people with ADHD also struggle with overstimulation and sensory issues. Do you think that could be what happened last night?”
“Oh,” you said, suddenly quiet. “Maybe?”
“I’m sorry if I overstepped, I just-”
“No, no, it’s okay! It’s just a lot to take in.” you told her. Your mind was racing, thoughts splitting off into dozens of other thoughts, some fully formed and some nothing more than singular words or phrases. 
You sat together in silence for a few minutes.
“What do I do now?” you asked Leah, your voice small. “I, um, I didn’t think I’d get this far. You’re the first person I’ve told, and I kind of expected you to tell me I’m being silly.”
“I would never say that,” she said, turning to look at you, her eyes fixed on yours. “I wouldn’t say that about something important to you, I promise. And as for what to do now, well, I guess you have a few options. You can keep going as you have been, and do some more research, if you want, and try to figure it out alone. Well, not alone. You’ve got me. Or you could speak to someone, a professional. See if your hunch is right.”
“And then?”
“I dunno, I guess that’s up to you. I suppose they’d be able to help you with coping mechanisms, or put you on medication, if that’s what you wanted,” she shrugs. 
“Medication?” you asked. Your mind was full of pictures of hyperactive kids, bouncing off the walls. You propped your feet up on the bench, pulling your knees in close to your chest. “What if I’m wrong? What if there’s nothing wrong with me and I’m just being dramatic?”
“Then that’s okay, too,” Leah said firmly. “Then you’re just dramatic, but that’s okay, too. I promise.”
You nodded, resting your chin on your knees.
"Would you be able to help me find someone to talk to? I don't know how, or where, or, anything, really," you asked.
"Of course," she said, putting her arm around your shoulders and pulling you in close. "I'll help in any way I can."
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OPEN UP AND SAY "AHH..." .txt
USERS: dentist!kento nanami x fem!afab!reader
WARNING! THIS FILE HAS BEEN CORRUPTED WITH THE FOLLOWING MALWARE: dubcon, oral inspection, gloves, medical malpractice(?), oral (m!receiving), spit, dacryphilia, choking/gagging, power imbalance, oral fixation, ask to tag
NOTES: something happened to me while i was writing this. anyway, here you go. ~3.2k words.
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the dentist’s office was one of those medical buildings that was clearly a house before it was an office. built in a cape cod style with a tiny parking lot that had been added far later. you had found this place online, after it had gotten some stellar five-star reviews that you trusted enough to schedule a consultation and a cleaning. 
it wasn’t one of those gimmicky, commercialized dentists either. it didn’t have a tooth for a mascot, or a commercial with a jingle that never left your head. it was simply a dentist’s office. the page on google came up as “kento nanami, d.m.d., dental practitioner and surgeon.” 
something about the blandness of the webpage, matched with the homey feel of the office, dissuaded your nerves. you had finally found an office you felt comfortable going to get your cleaning at.
you took a breath in as you stepped through the threshold, and found that the home had absolutely been converted to a medical building. the hardwood flooring, the almost sickly yellow lighting, the stock paintings on the walls of oceans or some tropical place. it would almost be tacky in any other place, but it felt right for a dentist’s office such as this.
the girl at the desk, clearly some part-timer, popped her gum as she looked up from her phone when you approached. “do you have an appointment?” “ah, yes. at twelve-thirty?” you nodded faintly, eyes glancing over the girl’s nametag. ‘k. nobara.’ perhaps she was studying under dr. nanami.
she hummed softly as she clicked around on her desktop for a moment, then nodded in agreement. “i see it. here, just fill this out, and i’ll send you right back.” she flashed the barest hint of a bored smile at you as she placed a teal clipboard on the desk with a pen, and you thanked her before going to sit in one of the padded chairs.
name, address, insurance information, when you had your last cleaning, reason for your visit. standard paperwork for a new patient. 
how did you hear about dr. nanami?
you wrote in: online. all positive reviews! :) 
you filled out the rest of your medical information before walking the paperwork back up to nobara, who took it from you and popped the bubble she made with her gum. she barely even looked at it before taking it to the scanner and making a copy. once she finished her own side of the paperwork, she looped around the desk and opened a door to lead you down a tiny hallway. “just this way, please.”
she brought you into a small room retrofitted to be an examination room. the dentist’s chair was in the middle surrounded by all of the necessary equipment. there was a television mounted to the wall, displaying what was on the computer monitor in the corner, there to reflect x-rays and other important images. nobara moved a little table filled with sharp instruments on it over to the side to allow you space to sit in the chair. you sat, taking a breath and sitting back. the leather squeaked under you, and it wasn’t the most comfortable place to be, but it was to be expected.
nobara made sure you were settled before grabbing a piece of blue medical tissue and a thin ball chain with clips on either end, leaning over you to place it around your neck as a bib.
“dr. nanami’s just finishing up with his patient, he’ll be right in for you.”
you nodded and thanked her again, to which she smiled softly before leaving and shutting the door behind herself.
it was quiet outside of the ticking of a clock behind you and faint music playing from another room. it didn’t take long for the music to be turned off, footsteps to come down the hall, muffled chatter to be heard as who you assumed to be the doctor’s last patient gets checked out.
you shift in the seat and lick your lips, nerves returning. you didn’t really like the dentist (who does, anyway?), but you couldn’t find a reason to be so worried about it outside of superstition and online horror stories. 
just as you buried yourself into your head, there were two rapt knocks on the door behind you before it was pushed open. “ms. l/n?”
“ah,” you turned your head and peered over the back of the chair the best you could as the doctor entered and shut the door behind him, “yes, that’s me, hi.”
“nice to meet you.” he was tall, broad, curt; his hair was perfectly styled atop his head, wearing a blue polo and khaki slacks rather than scrubs. the only dentist-ish thing about him was the surgical mask that was pulled under his chin. 
brown eyes met yours and his lips quirked up into a cordial smile as he approached. you smiled back, feeling heat rise to your cheeks; he was far more attractive in person than he was on his medical profile.
“nice to meet you as well. thank you for squeezing me in, i-”
“it’s no problem. there was an opening. it made sense to get you in here quicker rather than make you wait.” he shook his head as he grabbed the rolling stool from under the nearby desk and took a seat, dragging the computer stand over with him to start typing away. 
“you’re here for a consultation, yes?”
“consult and a cleaning, yeah,” you breathed, fingers curling into the fabric of your pants. “it’s… been a while.”
“when was the last time you had a cleaning?”
“three years?” you smiled sheepishly when the doctor cast you a sidelong glance and clicked his tongue. “i didn’t mean to keep forgetting! i was new to the area at that time, and it just kept slipping my mind.”
“still, it’s not good to neglect regular visits like that. i’ll make sure you schedule your six month follow-up before you leave today.”
you nodded, because that made sense. at least he seemed to care about your health, unlike some other dentists you’ve had before in the past.
dr. nanami typed for a moment more before pushing the computer away and getting back to his feet. “before we can start, i need to take some x-rays of your teeth. have you had this done before?”
“a long time ago, yeah,” you watched closely as dr. nanami took a step over to where a protective vest was hanging, watching him pull it down before approaching you again.
he used a foot pedal to lean the chair back slightly, and you went with it, your head resting against the high back of the chair. he looked much taller from this lower angle, his cheekbones high and his jaw cut and perfectly angled. 
he laid the heavy vest over your chest and then leaned over your body completely to reach for the x-ray camera that was hovering overhead, tugging it down closer to you. you sucked in a breath; he smelled of some foreign, expensive cologne, the scent making your head spin slightly. 
dr. nanami hummed in the back of his throat as he stepped away from you to reach for a box of gloves on the desk, tugging out two of the black latex garments and pulling them on, one at a time. you watched the latex shine in the sickly fluorescent light of the examination room, watched the way he stretched the rubbery material over thick fingers and broad palms. one by one, he snapped them on, making sure he was protected. 
you shifted in the chair again when he leaned over you to bring the plastic piece to your mouth. he was so close – he had to be, this was an exam, snap out of it! – “i just need you to open up wide and then bite down on this, okay? it’s going to take a few photos of your teeth and your jaw.”
you blinked like a deer in headlights, because suddenly a gloved finger was tapping your cheek. you opened your mouth, nice and wide, and felt the cold plastic slip past your lips and rest between your teeth.
“bite down,” and you did, “that’s it. good. now stay still.”
you found yourself preening under his ministrations. he would step away and let the machine whir as it photographed your teeth and your bones and your jaw structure, and then he would be right back in your space to adjust where you were holding the piece between your teeth. he took about five or six pictures (it felt like you were swimming in his cologne) before he finally pulled the piece from your mouth with a soft pop and pushed the attachment away.
his wide, gloved hands lifted the vest from your chest, and you felt like you could breathe again once the weight was gone.
“not so bad, hm?” dr. nanami quipped, though he didn’t smile, and you laughed airily like a little girl who got caught with ice cream she shouldn’t be having.
“not so bad, right.”
he nodded once before he took a seat on the stool again and sat right next to you, pulling up the fresh x-rays as they loaded up. you were presented with the images on the television just as dr. nanami viewed them up close on the computer screen in front of him.
“your teeth look good,” he murmured, as if it was more to himself than to you. “all even – none missing. adult teeth grew in almost perfectly, though you did wear a retainer briefly, did you not?”
“yes.”
“right.” he clicked over towards an image of your molars, humming under his breath. “have you been experiencing any pain in this area?”
“hm? no, why?”
“there’s a bit of a dark spot here,” he moved the mouse over to a spot on the image, on a tooth that had to be all the way in the back of your mouth. “it could be a cavity.”
you moved your tongue in your mouth to feel for it, but came up short. “i don’t feel it, but maybe.”
dr. nanami pushed the computer away and shifted closer to you, reaching up over your body to grab the light fixture and drag it down towards you. using the foot pedal again, he brought your chair back, back, back; it felt like you were completely horizontal by now. 
he rolled his stool over to be behind your head, leaning over you. it was almost as if your head was in his lap, separated only by the chair’s headrest.
he pulled the light down lower until it was perfectly on your lips. once settled into position, he moved his surgical mask back up and over his mouth and nose, and you thought that it somehow made his eyes all the more alluring to you.
“i need to conduct a further oral examination to assess the cavity. is that alright?”
“yes,” you breathed, and dr. nanami made a sound of approval. 
you figured he would reach over for the metal table and grab for one of those little mirrors, or maybe even a water pik of some kind, but, no; dr. nanami leaned more over you and pressed two gloved fingers to your lips.
“open up and stick your tongue out, yeah?”
you blinked at him, heat rushing up to your cheeks once again. you felt as though your ears were playing tricks on you; dr. nanami had sounded huskier, like his voice had dropped an entire octave when he muttered the command to you.
you swallowed the saliva that pooled on your tongue before opening your mouth as wide as you could, sticking out your tongue and flattening it so he could see your teeth better. 
“good girl.”
your whole body shuddered the moment those gloved fingers pressed on your tongue with the utterance of those two little words. what was this?
a part of you was saying that something was off about his ministrations, about the way his fingers pressed and almost petted the flat of your tongue before starting to explore deeper. the other parts of you, however…
it felt as though you were floating as dr. nanami brought his other hand up to your face to hook a finger in your cheek and pull slightly, tugging your mouth open just a little wider. your eyes fluttered and you made a wet little sound, only for dr. nanami to click his tongue behind his mask and murmur for you to settle. 
his fingers continued their journey, probing and prodding at the warm flesh of your cheeks, the hardness of your teeth, rubbing and feeling over your tongue and your flesh and bone.
you whimpered softly when you felt his index finger rub over your molar in the far back of your mouth. it felt as though his whole hand was forcing your little mouth open, but that definitely wasn’t the case. 
“what a pretty little mouth you have,” muttered the doctor, before his fingers dove down towards your throat.
you gagged harshly around his digits and kicked up a fuss in the chair, rattling the attachments and kicking your feet. dr. nanami let up only for a moment as you felt drool start to form at the corners of your mouth and coat your tongue. your eyes brimmed with tears, wetting your lashes, and dr. nanami only watched you with those golden brown eyes.
you couldn’t see the bottom half of his face, but he had to have been panting.
“your teeth are in very good condition,” he spoke in such a soft tone it almost had you relaxing again as he unhooked his finger from your cheek, letting your jaw slip just slightly closed again to try and find comfort. 
“ah, i’m not finished,” dr. nanami chastised you with a tap of his wet finger on your cheek, and you whined softly under him as his forefinger started to probe and inspect your mouth yet again.
one by one he inspected all of your teeth the best he could, feeling each one, filling your mouth with the taste of latex and the scent of his cologne. your eyes were locked on his face, while his were locked on the way your lashes stuck together, wet with tears, and drool started to drip from your lips and drag down your cheeks. 
his eyes flickered away from his inspection for a brief moment to watch the way your thighs were squeezing together, and that was it for him, the sign that he needed.
he pulled his fingers from your mouth and tugged his mask off of his face, placing it to the side as you heaved.
“now then,” he started, shifting back away from you as you caught your breath, “your teeth are in perfect condition, but i’m concerned about your throat. let’s… conduct an experiment.”
your wet eyes shifted hazily backwards as you tried to look at him again, only to be met by a thick cock springing free from dr. nanami’s khakis. he was leaky and drippy at the tip, and it smacked wetly against your cheek.
oh. oh.
you squirmed in the seat and moved yourself backwards (or, well, up towards him) with a bit of his help, a wet hand on your shoulder tugging your body up so your head would hang off the headrest of the dentist’s chair. 
from this angle, dr. nanami didn’t even need to get up. he could stay seated in his stool and let you do all the work.
but you were his patient, and he was your doctor. he would take care of you.
he shifted his weight and took his cock in hand, guiding the tip over your spit-soaked lips. his other hand wrapped loosely around your throat, his thumb hooking onto your jaw to force your mouth open.
“there you go, nice and wide, just like that…” dr. nanami hunched over you, studying your fucked out expression. “is this okay?” “ye-yes,” you whispered, and dr. nanami finally smiled down at you. it was brief and fleeting, but it was there.
and then he gathered spit between his lips and let it drip down onto your waiting tongue.
you moaned, quiet and wanton, just as dr. nanami slipped his cock into your mouth.
he tasted musky and salty and perfect. he fucked your mouth open slowly, his hand a nice weight on your throat, helping to hold your twitchy body down as you shook with anticipation.
slowly, slowly, he worked the tip of his cock further and further into your mouth, until he was muttering, “open wider, wider, just like that, good girl, take it…”
it felt like all of your blood was rushing to your brain in this position, but at the moment, you didn’t care. all you cared about was how you choked and gagged around the tip of dr. nanami’s cock as he worked it into your awaiting throat.
he sheathed himself in your tight heat and started to rut into you as your throat fluttered around his girthy length. the room filled with the sounds of skin-on-skin, soft gags, wet plaps, and dr. nanami’s little gasps and moans.
he moved his hand from your throat to the hem of your pants, managing to undo the button and the zipper with just one gloved hand before it was slipping into the front of your panties to graze over your clit.
you gasped and moaned around his cock before starting to choke again, drool dribbling all over your cheeks and face as dr. nanami collected some of your slick on his gloved fingers to rub your clit in quick circles.
“shh, quiet. feels good, right? feels nice to have your throat fucked like this? you like it when your doctor touches you here?”
you had gotten so turned on that his words were almost enough to send you over the edge, your nails clawing at the rubbery material of the dentist’s chair.
“i can feel you throbbing,” he grunted as he fucked his cock deeper into your throat, “go ahead, cum on my fingers, cum, cum-”
his fingers didn’t stop even as you creamed in your pants and all over his gloved hand, your body jerking and your throat constricting around his cock. dr. nanami groaned low in his throat as he finished down yours, pumping his hips slowly and riding out his own high.
he pulled back from you and panted, pulling his hand from your panties and licking your juices off of his glove, then discarding both. 
you laid on the dentist’s chair, head hung over the edge, boneless and still twitching from the waves of your pleasure.
“now, for your cleaning…”
“so, do you want to make your six-month follow-up now? or should we send you a letter reminder in the mail?” nobara popped her gum and twirled her pen between her fingers as she looked you over.
“i’d-i’d like to make it now, please.”
“sure. and don’t forget to leave us a good review online, alright?”
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cameronspecial · 11 months ago
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I Will Be Your Girlfriend, Rafe
Pairing: Frat!Rafe Cameron x Reader
Warnings: Wisdom Teeth Removal
Pronouns: She/Her
Word Count: 0.5K
Summary: Y/N is a little bit confused after she gets her wisdom teeth removed and Rafe takes advantage of this for a prank.
A/N: The video inspiration was sent in by Anonymous.
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Y/N’s wisdom teeth have been bothering her for months and she has finally been able to get an appointment to get them removed. Rafe had been a little nervous about the procedure. Sure, the surgery is safe, but what if something happens to her? Even though he didn’t have to wait in the oral surgeon’s office, he wanted to stay just in case his fiancée or the doctor needed him. About an hour and a half later, Rafe is called into the room because she is waking up from the procedure. “Hey,” he greets when he sees her dopey open eyes. Y/N gives him a goofy smile caused by the effects of the anesthesia she was under. Her finger points at him, “You’re pretty.” Rafe chuckles, approaching her to sit on the chair beside the bed. “Thank you. You are beautiful too,” he states. She continues to grin at him, “What’s your name?”
“Rafe, Angel.”
“Rafe Angel is a funny name.”
“Angel is what I call you.”
“My name is Angel?” she asks confused with her hand on her chest. Rafe is having such a hard time keeping in his laughter, “No, your name is Y/N.” She nods in understanding. “I will be your girlfriend, Rafe,” she declares, changing the topic in her high state. Her hand squeezes his cheeks together. Rafe sees this as her opportunity to play a little prank on her and although he doesn’t want to hurt her feelings, he thinks she’ll find it funny. Rafe sets up his phone to film them so that they can rewatch this moment later. He looks at her regretfully, “I’m sorry to say that I have a fiancée, Y/N.” She pouts and he swears tears might crop up in her eyes. “Oh no, but you are so pretty. Please be my boyfriend,” she whines, trying to kiss him. Rafe pulls away with a shake of his head, “I’m sorry, but I’m very in love with her. She’s so smart and beautiful and funny and nice.” “Noooo, I want to be your girlfriend,” she cries. Regret instantly fills Rafe. He hates seeing her cry. His arms envelop her in a hug and bring her into his chest. 
“Hey, hey. No need to cry. Look at your finger,” he instructs, kissing her temple. Y/N’s teary eyes look down at the ring on her finger. Her crying ebbs, “Who gave this to me?” “I did, Angel. I’m going to be marrying you,” he whispers. Her grin turns massive and she pulls him in tighter. “We are getting married?” she repeats, looking up at him. “Yes. Now, how about we get you home?” he suggests. “Can I have a kiss first?” she pleads, her voice still soft from crying. “Of course.” He closes the distance between their lips and laughs into the kiss when he feels her hand give his butt a tiny squeeze. They pull apart and she takes his hand into hers. “He’s my fiancé,” she announces to the dentist assistant, who walks in to go over the discharge procedure. The assistant smiles at her, “That’s great, Sweetie. You guys make an adorable couple.” Y/N beams at Rafe and cuddles into his side. Her head may be a little hazy from the drugs, but she knows for sure that this is a man who she loves. 
Taglist: @winterrrnight @loves0phelia @thelomlisrafecameron @wickedlovely121 @queen-shadow22 @nonbullshit-toleratingkindagirl
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mxstellatayte · 5 months ago
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next door kind of love.
warnings: none, just some childhood best friends to lovers and tooth-rotting fluff. make your dentist's appointments now yall.
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growing up living next door to the sargeants was an interesting experience. your parents were friends, having bonded when logan's parents moved in a few months after your own parents had. then, a few years later, they had dalton. just over a month after dalton's first birthday, you came along, and then eight months after you, on new year's eve, logan was born.
the three of you were inseparable as you grew up. you'd accompany them to their races and they'd support you at your roller derby tournaments. they would find a new way to climb the tree in your back yard and you would set a time record for climbing that route. the three of you had more inside jokes than you could count, made up more backyard games than anyone could ever begin to comprehend, and trusted each other beyond the ends of the earth.
when the sargeants moved to switzerland, though, you were crushed. sure, their plan was to only stay for two years, but those two years started to feel like an unbearable eternity after just the first month.
"mama," you said, a bite of peanut butter and jelly sandwich in your mouth, "i miss logie and dalt. when are they coming back?"
"not for a long time, honey. i'm sure they'll come visit, though. how about we call them and see how they're doing?"
your face lit up. "yeah! can we call them now? can we can we can we?"
your mother smiled and shook her head, the papers surrounding her full of confusing numbers and big words like "homeowner's insurance" and "disability pension application."
"maybe, honey. we'll have to see what time works for them. first, though, i need you to finish your lunch, strawberries and all. can you do that for me?"
"sure, mama."
lo and behold, two years had passed, and the sargeants were almost back to florida. your father had the idea of surprising them at the airport, so you'd made a giant sign that said "WELCOME BACK SARGEANTS!" in bright blue magic marker. after selecting a spot you deemed visible enough, you craned your neck every time a new flow of passengers exited, hoping to see your best friends. every time you caught a flash of what might've been one of them, your heart skipped a beat, but when you finally saw dalton, logan, and their parents, it felt like you were on the moon.
you mustered up as much air into your thirteen-year-old lungs as you could and screamed.
"DALTON! LOGAN!"
every head in the airport whipped around to you, but you couldn't care less. your two best friends were running full speed at you, suitcases abandoned with their parents, and you couldn't stop smiling. you're slammed by the tightest hug you've ever experienced and you might be seeing stars from your ribs being crushed but that doesn't matter when you finally have dalton and logan back with you in florida.
you're muttering so many "i missed you"s and "i couldn't wait to see you guys"s and "i have so much to tell you"s into them, and it feels like forever before you guys let go of each other.
"you guys ready to get out of here?"
when logan won the karting championship in 2015, you'd never screamed louder. you were the first person he looked for after the race and the person he hugged the tightest.
when you made it to the top roller derby league in your area, he was the first person to congratulate you, and he brought you a small bouquet of your favorite flowers- baby breath, white tulips, and jasmine.
as logan worked his way up through the different levels of formula racing, you'd always manage to stay up to all hours of the night to watch him race or even send him a simple "good luck" text.
when he told you he'd been admitted to the williams driver academy, you almost tackled him to the ground with how much force you hugged him with. "i'm so happy for you," you said, repeated like a mantra.
"and guess what?"
"there's more?" you pulled back from the hug, looking up at him.
"i get to do a post-season test drive in abu dhabi."
"what?!" the smile on your face is not only from pride, but now also shock. "lo, are you serious? that's amazing! when did you find out?"
"maybe..." he checks his watch, eyes looking up. "five minutes ago?"
"wait. did you tell your parents? and dalt?" he hesitates, a blush of embarrassment creeping up his cheeks. you can't help but think, even for an instant, that it's... kind of cute?
"logan hunter sargeant, did you tell me before you told your parents?"
"i might have..." the scowl on your face deepens, and you pull away from him, remove the house slipper you're wearing, and whack him across the head with it.
"out of my house! go over to your own and tell your parents, your literal givers of life, that you're driving a fucking formula one car! out! out with you!" you wave him out of your front door and watch with a smile on your face as he runs back to his own home, laughing when he trips over himself and falls into the grass. a few minutes later, you hear dan and madelyn scream with joy.
"my best friend is going to drive a formula one car," you say to the wind. "holy shit."
a bit over a year later, when logan signs with williams to drive with them in 2023, he still tells you before his parents.
the tuesday after the austin grand prix, a new post on your private instagram account appears. its location is tagged as the circuit of the americas and the caption reads "one of the perks of your best friend being a formula 1 driver is getting to go to austin and get paddock passes for free. the other is getting to spend the weekend with your best friend."
in may of 2024, logan brings you to the miami grand prix. at the end of the race, you are the first person he looks for. you are the person he hugs the tightest. you are the person to tell him that it wasn't his fault that he crashed and he did everything he could. you are the person whose shoulder he cries into and the person who gently holds his face and wipes his tears away with your thumbs.
you are the person to stand on your tip toes to place a kiss to his lips, the salty taste of his tears reaching your own lips. you are the person he sees when he opens his eyes and, when you backpedal in the slightest bit, you are the person he pulls closer and kisses like he means it.
you are the only person that hears when he says that he's loved you since you surprised him at the airport when they came back from switzerland. you are the only person that hears him say that it's always been you that he's loved, that he's never seen anyone else besides you.
and he is the only one that hears you say that you love him, too.
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hellfirenacht · 1 year ago
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Wing Man Part 4
Fic Summary: Steve ‘the Hair’ Harrington is your best friend, and is constantly striking out. Sick of this, you two make a deal; you’ll wing man for each other. Hooking Steve up with dates is easy, but he finds himself struggling to find you a date. At least, until Dustin starts talking about his new cool friend Eddie.
Chapter Summary: Well, the arcade was a bust, but maybe going to a local dive bar and listening to music will yield better results.
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a/n: This chapter is shorter than usual because my brain fried when writing it at work lol But we finally get to talk to Eddie without Steve cockblocking (too much)
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It wasn’t until Monday after school that Dustin was able to make his way back to Family Video. After the night at the arcade, he’d been caught up with sneaking chats with Suzie and spending time with his mother. Not to mention the dentist appointment that caused him to miss a good chunk of Monday morning. If anything, dating and matchmaking be damned, Dustin had earned the treat of renting a movie and shoving candy into his newly cleaned teeth. 
The freshman walked in, said hi to you and walked shamelessly into the back while you called after him half-heartedly that he wasn’t supposed to go back there before turning back to your conversation with Robin. 
“Jesus, Henderson you can’t just barge into the back of any job I get!” Steve said as he sat in the break room. “I’m going to have to say no to you at some point.”
“Yeah, yeah, we’ve talked about this.” Dustin said, sitting next to him in the small room, grabbing some of Steve’s chips. “Anyway, has she said anything about Saturday night?”
Steve watched in annoyance as his friend helped himself to his lunch. “No, she hasn’t said anything about what happened. When I clocked in she said she didn’t want to talk about it.” 
“Probably because we might have... totally ditched her.” Dustin admitted. “On accident! It wasn’t my idea!” He added quickly as Steve gaped at him. 
“What?!” Steve was surprised. “Wait, what happened?”
“Well when the two of you left, Eddie decided that we were done and we all went to get pizza instead.” Dustin said. “I saw her when we were leaving.”
“Shit. So he saw her leave with me, which probably didn’t help.” Steve groaned. “Did Eddie say anything about her?”
“Yeah he... said he wasn’t interested.” 
“Really? Shit. I knew he was a freak, but I didn’t think he had bad taste.”
“Why aren’t you dating her?” Dustin asked. “You won’t date Robin and now you won’t date her? Are you allergic to dating cool girls or something?”
“Robin and I are just friends.” Steve said firmly. “And who said I didn’t try to date her? I tried to ask her out once but she turned me down. She said I was ‘too normal’.”
There were tears streaming down Dustin’s face two minutes later from how hard he was laughing at that. Steve Harrington could get any girl in town, and got shot down by the wierdo. 
“Yeah, yeah, get it out of your system, Henderson.” Steve groaned. 
“She’s too good for you, Steve.” Dustin finally managed to say, calming himself down. 
“So Eddie was a bust so I guess I’m back to square one.” Steve sighed. “I guess I could take her out to a bar and help her get numbers. If she can keep herself from saying something too weird for at least ten minutes it’d be easy.”
But it didn’t feel right. You already knew what you wanted, and any bar in town would just be filled with the same normal, boring people that you’d never had an interest in. 
“You know... Eddie’s band plays at the Hideout.” Dustin said suddenly. 
“Yeah, I thought we just established that wasn’t an option.” Steve frowned. 
“Okay but hear me out, she liked Eddie, right?” 
“Yeah, so?” 
“So? So if she liked Eddie then she’d probably like someone who also likes Eddie. He told me that people come to watch his band play specifically.” Dustin was grinning wide. 
“Henderson, you might be onto something.” Steve was starting to follow his friend’s logic. “If his fans like him, then she’d probably like his fans.”
“Precisely, Steve!” 
The two of them grinned at each other as if they’d just cracked the code to helping you out. However, Steve was only aware of half the plan. That night at the arcade hadn’t been sitting right with Dustin since Eddie tore out of there like a bat out of hell with the rest of the club in tow. He’d seen the way Eddie had stolen glances at you when he thought no one was looking, and only Eddie could miss the way you had been staring at him as the two of you talked. 
Dustin wasn’t sure what the hell Eddie’s problem was saying he wasn’t interested, but if Steve was giving him a chance to be nosy and meddle he was going to take it. You had been nice to Dustin this summer, and after starting the new hell that was high school he wanted to help you out. Eddie had been the only person who had been nice to him and Mike in school, and you had been nice out of it. 
If this didn’t work he’d leave Steve to his own problem, but Dustin had this one last trick up his sleeve. 
“So Eddie’s never talked about having an interest in anyone before?” Steve asked as he tossed his trash and handed over the remaining chips to Dustin. 
“Not really. Jeff mentioned that he used to have a thing for some girl named Ronnie, and they all act really cagey about someone else named Paige.” Dustin said with a shrug. 
“I have no idea who those people are.” 
“I don’t either, they don’t talk about it much.” 
“Alright, well I guess we’re gonna go to the Hideout.” Steve decided. “Wait, isn’t his band him and a bunch of high schoolers? How are they even allowed to play in a bar?”
“It’s a bar, not a club, Steve. They can be there, they just can’t drink. Legally.” Dustin decided not to share that Eddie had one or two fake IDs that the barkeeps were happy to overlook for Eddie at least. 
“What do you know about clubs?” Steve was surprised. “The only club you should know about is your weird fantasy club.”
“I watch MTV, I know how some things work!” 
The banter between the two continued until you showed up in the break room. 
“Steve, your break ended fifteen minutes ago. If you get your butt to the front I’ll fudge the time sheet and say you just forgot to clock back in.” you said. “And Dustin, honey, I love you. You aren’t supposed to be back here. Actually, I don’t care because you’re a good kid. Just ask before you barge in, okay? If Keith’s here I’ll actually have to enforce that.” 
“Yes, Ma’am!” Dustin gave you a salute as the two of them made their way back to the front. When Steve took his place behind the counter, Dustin took a piece of paper out of his bag and handed it over. 
“What’s this?” Steve took the paper, looking at the list of movie titles. 
“My payment. I want these movies for my services. We had an agreement.” 
“Jesus, Henderson you’re gonna give yourself nightmares with these.” 
“Nothing’s been scarier than what we’ve been through.”
“Fair enough.” 
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You looked to be as thrilled to be at the Hideout on a Tuesday night as you would be at the DMV. You didn’t have anything against the place, but you didn’t have anything for it either. You’d been to bars a few times with friends with varying degrees of enjoyment. Hell, this wasn’t even the first time you’d been to this bar. Hawkin’s didn’t exactly have the biggest variety of places to drink in town, and this place was the town’s “old reliable”. Cheap enough for the blue collar workers to enjoy a cold beer after work, but with enough variety to have the young adults of the town fill up the booths on the weekends. 
It was not the weekend though, it was a Tuesday night. A weird night for Steve to drag you out to a bar to help you get a date. As you swung your body on the barstool waiting on your drink you glanced around. There was a small, cramped stage set up in the back and a few older men were hanging around. 
“So... Steve not to be terribly picky and not to sound ungrateful, but I’m not so sure about this.” You said, scanning the bar for anyone who didn’t look old enough to be your dad or grandpa. 
“There’s a band that’s supposed to play tonight.” Steve said, pointing over to the stage. “I heard they’re about our age so I thought it’d be worth a shot.”
“A band?” You considered it. “What type of music are they supposed to play?”
“I think it’s a metal band.”
You snorted into your soda. “A metal band? In Hawkins? Oh, this I have to see.” You hopped off the stool to make your way over to the cork board that was covered in advertisements for the town. You scanned it until you found a flier that had been covered partially by an advertisement for lawn care. 
CORRODED COFFIN- TUESDAY NIGHTS 
That must have been it. It didn’t give you any information about the band, other than the name and when they played. The logo was hastily drawn on in black and red markers as if putting this up was a last minute idea. You pulled the paper off the board and repositioned it so that it was front and center instead. There, that was your good deed for the day; giving a small band an additional 8.5 by 11 inches of visibility. 
“As usual, I have learned nothing.” You declared, taking your seat again. “I have a name and that’s it.”
“What’s the band called?” Steve asked. 
“Corroded Coffin.” you replied. “Shouldn’t you know? This was your idea!”
“I was just told there was a metal band that played, I wasn’t given a name.” Steve had been given the name and immediately forgot in the near endless ramblings that Dustin had gone on about. 
“You’re gonna think I’m crazy-”
“I already do.” 
You laughed and continued. “You’re gonna think I’m crazy but the name sounds familiar.” Your legs were swinging off the stool, leaning back against the bar with your elbows. “How can you forget a name like that?” 
Easily. Thought Steve. 
A few more people were starting to show up now, though it was still pretty dead and slow. Even as people shuffled in and out of the small bar, there was no sign of anyone who you’d deem “age appropriate” for you. 
“So you tried to set me up with a high schooler and now it looks like you’re trying to hook me up with someone twice my age.” You joked. 
“Yeah, I was hoping there’d be more people here to choose from.” Steve looked around the room. Dustin had said that this band was supposed to have a crowd but he wasn’t seeing evidence of that anywhere. 
“Ah well, even if tonight is another bust we can still have fun.” you gave him a playful punch. “If the band is bad we can bond over that, and if they’re good you probably won’t appreciate it and I’ll subject you to my every thought about it.”
“You do that anyway.” Steve breathed out a small laugh.
“I’ll be worse, cross my heart.” 
It wasn’t long until the doors to the Hideout opened again, with two highschoolers struggling to fit a drum set through the doors. You snickered as they twisted the parts trying to adjust the bulky equipment. That’s right, the circular drum goes through the square hole. 
“Steve, high schoolers.” you whispered. “Again?!” 
But then you realized that the two teenagers looked familiar. Familiar in a fresh way. Familiar in a ‘Hey, didn’t I just see you the other day?’ way. Your stomach twisted as they finally managed to get through the door and make their way to the stage for set up. 
“Hey, Steve, these kids look- shit.” 
Your heart leapt in a way you didn’t expect when the man you’d poorly attempted to get to know just a few days ago walked through the door with a guitar case strapped to his back. He was laughing with another member of the band as they carried in an amp. Eddie didn’t even look your way as they made their way to set up on stage. 
He played guitar. Of course he played guitar in a metal band. Jesus Christ, you were actually going to murder Steve and Dustin if this whole situation wasn’t going to kill you first. Eddie dropped his leather jacket on the side of the stage, leaving him in a band shirt that you couldn’t make out the name of in the dim lights. He had really nice arms (how had you missed the tattoos last week??), and the way he was smiling so genuinely and joking around with his friends made you feel fuzzy on the inside. He hadn’t looked like that when you two were talking-
“You’re drooling again.” Steve said. 
You shook your head and quickly turned around, putting your back to the stage. 
“Steve... what the fuck.” You hissed, glaring at him. “I know I didn’t exactly share what happened on Saturday, but I thought it was pretty clear that it didn’t go well.” 
“Listen, I had no- I” Steve couldn’t lie to you. “Henderson said he’d be playing tonight, but I swear I’m not trying to hook you two up again. I really thought that when he said there’d be a crowd there’d be more freaks here!” 
You smacked your head on the bar a few times with a groan. “It was so awkward. I told him I’d be right back but then when I went back in everyone was gone. He wasn’t interested in me.” 
“His loss.” Steve said. “Listen, we’ll stick around for a few songs and if no one else shows up then we can leave, deal?” 
“Deal.”
You tried to ignore the pounding in your heart as you pointedly refused to turn around. You didn’t even know why you cared so much that Eddie was there again. You had only talked for a half hour before he left, but the man had stuck in your mind since that night. 
You had been attracted to guys before, but Eddie was on some other level. 
“So, are you stalking me now, Harrington?”
FUCK. 
“Nah man, just in the mood to do something different tonight.” Steve said, trying his hardest to play nice. He had to remember that this was for you, even though he was starting to like Eddie less after his disinterest in you. 
“I didn’t take you as a man with music taste.” Eddie said. You hated that this man seemed to always sneak up on you. You finished off your drink and turned around to join the conversation before Steve made things worse. 
Fuck it. It’s not like this could be any more awkward than how things were left off. You might as well have some fun. 
“Actually this was my idea.” You said, lying through your teeth with a grin. “Steve here knows nothing about good music, so I thought I’d show him a little culture.”
Steve was now looking at you with his jaw dropped, wondering where the hell that came from. He looked offended, and Eddie? Eddie’s eyebrows shot up as recognition crossed his features as he looked at you. 
“So you like metal?” Eddie said, his gaze now locked on yours. You felt an odd pounding in your heart as you looked up into those amazingly round brown eyes. “What’s your favorite band?”
It wasn’t a challenge. There was nothing in his tone to indicate that he was about to turn into a total dick about music, and that both put you at ease and made your attraction to him far worse. 
“Well, Black Sabbath is always good.” you thought. “But I’m gonna have to go with WASP. I’d rate them a 69 out of 10 for being so damn horny in their songs.” 
Eddie’s eyes lit up and he smiled wide, the same kind of smile he’d just given his band mates a few minutes ago. You licked your lips and felt Steve kick your foot, probably signaling you to stop drooling. 
“So someone in this town does have good taste!“ Eddie was moving around more now, taking a few paces back and then back towards you clapping his hands. 
“I don’t like to limit myself.” You said. “I’m always looking for new sounds and music. It’s like I feel like I’m suffocating if it gets too quiet.”
You winced internally at the statement, knowing that it was probably off putting but to your surprise Eddie only got more excited. 
“Exactly!” He practically yelled.
How was it so easy to talk to him, and so hard at the same time? Why was it that every conversation so far had ended so awkwardly when moments like this felt easy? 
“So how long have you been playing?” you asked, looking over at the stage where he’d set his case down. 
“The band’s been playing together since we were in middle school, I started playing guitar around fifth grade. We’ve had a rotating cast of members, so I started it, and Jeff’s been there the longest after me.” he pointed to a member fiddling with his bass. “Zack and Gareth joined in high school.” 
“And was Chris Morrison ever part of this band?” you teased. 
“Fuck no!.” Eddie laughed. “My uncle would say that Chris couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket with a lid on. He tried to play manager. Tried. After seeing how he ran his campaigns, I wasn’t interested.”
“Didn’t he also run for student council once?” 
“You remember those posters?!” there was a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Oh, he never ran. The rest of us were so done with how he was running Hellfire we put those up detailing why he was shit at leadership.”
“You’re kidding!” you gaped. “Jesus, you guys are weird.”
Eddie bent down in a joking bow. “I got a week’s detention for that stunt. I wasn’t the one who made most of them, but Higgin’s always had it out for me. Still does.” He mumbled that last part mostly to himself.
“Why do you two keep talking about Chris Morrison?” Steve asked, and you suddenly remembered that he was there too. Whoops.
“Common thread, apparently.” you shrugged. “It’s too easy to rag on the guy.”
“You had to be there.” Eddie said, as if you and Eddie were sharing connected memories that you were both part of rather than piecing together fragments of a puzzle where you were both corner pieces. The same picture, but never touching. 
At least, as far as you were aware. 
Steve was looking at you as if you were both insane. He was probably right. 
“Okay, okay Steve’s right. I don’t want to talk about Chris fucking Morrison anymore.” you said. “How long have you been playing here, at the Hideout?”
“Every Tuesday for about 2 years, give or take.” Eddie said. “We started monthly, but we get a crowd now so they asked us to play weekly.”
“A crowd.” You nodded, looking around the dead bar. “Damn, I must be pretty lucky to have the front man talking to me when you have all these people here to see you.” Behind the joke, the tone you used was sincere and playful all at once. You sat up a little straighter, leaning towards him on your barstool. 
That was a flirt. You just flirted. There was no taking that back. You were gonna have to commit now. 
There was something boyish about the smile he returned, calm and relaxed. “Oh yeah, you should feel special. As you can see we have a crowd of about-” he turned to the rest of the bar, counting the patrons. “-Right, about four drunks. I guess Tim’s out today.” 
“Well, make that four and a half drunks and also Steve is here.” you shook Steve’s shoulder playfully. 
“Half?” Steve looked at you, pushing your hand off. 
“I drove here, I can’t get wasted. But I can have one or two drinks and be fine.”
“Well, if you happen to bite off more than you can chew, I have room in my van for you.” Eddie said. “I could give you a ride.” 
Well, that wasn’t what you had expected. Your stomach was flipping like an acrobat at the suggestion. He was offering you a ride home if you wanted to drink? After he’d disappeared on you? Just what was this guy's deal? 
“If I’m biting my drinks that’s cause for concern. I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to bite a drink.” Smooth, so fucking smooth. You might as well call yourself Skippy because you were as smooth as chunky peanut butter.
But Eddie just laughed and shook his head. “Yeah, you’re right. But the offer’s on the table. Or the bar, since you want to be literal.”
“I’ll think about it.” you said. “I don’t normally go home with men I just met at bars but if your band is any good I’ll consider it.”
His grin widened at that “Then I’ll be sure to tell the guys to pick up the slack tonight.” 
That was a flirt, right? Eddie just flirted back with you. That had to be right? You almost wanted him to go away so that you could confirm with Steve that your suspicions about that line were correct. 
“Eddie! Get over here and help with the amp, it’s doing the thing again!” One of the teens from the stage called out. 
Eddie sighed and looked over at his band that was messing with the amp they had brought in. “Again? Alright, I have some tape in my toolbox.” he called back to them before turning to you. HIs eyes flicked over to Steve for just a split second before meeting your eyes again. “Talk to you after the set?” 
“Yeah, I’d like that.” you said, “After all you might be my ride home.” 
And with that, Eddie turned and left.
“What was that?” Steve said immediately looking at you. “Where did that come from? Your idea? Going home with him?!”
“What?” you asked, taken aback. “You told me I should actually flirt, so I flirted!” 
“Where was all that on Saturday?! Hell, where was that for the past two months we’ve had this deal going?” Your friend was looking at you like he hardly recognized you. 
“Great question Steve, and it deserves a great answer.” you nodded. “I have no fucking clue. Maybe I’m exclusively attracted to guys that I don’t think I have a chance with?”
“He offered to drive you home.” His eyes darted over to the stage where Eddie had reappeared with a toolbox, messing with the amp. “I don’t know how you missed it but he was flirting with you.”
“Oh, good, I thought I was losing it.” you laughed. “Glad we got that established. Cool. Loving that. Now, on one hand he’s offering me a ride home. On the other hand, to get this supposed ride home I will have to intoxicate myself. Which sounds fun in theory but he’s also a guy I barely know.”
It should have been sketchy, it really really should have been. The only man you would trust to get your drunk ass home without worry right now would be Steve. 
“Hey, can I get another one of these, please?” you asked the bartender, holding up your glass. 
Once your refill came, you grabbed the drink and stood up. The band was finishing up the sound check and it looked like they were about to start. 
“Come on, I want to sit closer. I’m feeling reckless tonight.” You grabbed Steve’s arm and dragged him to a table closer to the stage. Eddie made his way to the mic and smiled at you and your raised your glass to him with a smile. 
“Thanks for coming out tonight, we’re Corroded Coffin and we’re here to make you feel like you’re fighting demons in hell!”
It was in that horrible, terrifying moment when the lights dimmed and the sound of an electric guitar ripped through the air,  that you realized something; you were going to end the night with the biggest, stupidest, useless crush on Eddie Munson and there was nothing you could do about it. 
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crybabytoy59 · 4 days ago
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If you’re willing too open your little heart. Pt2.
Mommy loves you baby talk to you tomorrow night night sweetheart..
That was it I did as told to the letter 45 mins later lay’in with teddy face down I kissed him and told him that I loved Mommy Susan so much I wanted to cry…
I snuggled into teddy welling up I fell asleep….
Susan had watched everything from her flat the now installed cameras in his home watching his Every movement and sound ! 
She was impressed how quickly the hypnosis tapes had worked there magic !
He had followed her tasks to the letter..
Susan was feeling so horny now as she pushed the app on her mobile sending the 8hr loop to babyslave’s ear phones!
The recording setting new trigger words for her to play with both mentally and physically…
Susan moved the vibrator close to her sex as she arched listening to him grunt in his sleep.. as he filled his diaper full of a hot Poopies Load ! 
30min later Susan arched screaming out a huge orgasm squirting liquid into the waiting pants ! 
She wiped up the mess then sealed the pants into a plastic bag with the date on it ! …
Time for a hot shower and bed as she had a very early start tomorrow baby Stephanie had her dentist appointment and She would be taking baby there !…
Baby awoke at 4am….
OMG he had pooped during his sleep !!
This was a first for him it felt uncomfortable and cold now so he gingerly got out of bed crinkled to the toilet to take the caked poopy diaper off to shower…
In the shower he could help but think over the previous days events as he winced washing his tender butt ! 
He started to get erect spreading his legs and arms wide he rubbed his member off the wet wall moaning…
That’s when it happened he heard a voice ! 
Shit it was Susan !! …. 
He desperately tried to get rid of his excitement but she opened the bathroom door ..
”Hello little one hurry up and finish your shower so Mommy can get you ready for the dentist appointment darling”
She left the bathroom …
That was close sissy thought, as he finished up the excitement ebbed.
Mommy came back into the shower with a large pink towel that had his name on it ? 
Embroidery at its Center had “Baby Stephanie” in different colours..
She smiles at her new toy “handies up !”
I loved being dried by Susan this was thesecond time and like the first it was Devine especially that I could now get excited without feeling I was doing it behind her back so too speak…
She tickled me teasing me over my excited state giggling with me. 
It felt so natural like I had known Susan all my life and she had been my Mommy! 
She then led me back to my bedroom as She opened the door I froze ! 
There was a strange girl in my room ! 
Mommy pushed me forward as I looked at her …”pplease Mommy mm” 
I was cut off by Susan as she put her hand too my lips !
 “Hush baby not a word from you we have a lot to get done so comple Silence  baby girl!”
She walked me forward in front of the girl she was in her 30’s 5’6” dressed in a white short tunic with a wide black belt at her waist white thighs and black short boots, her jet black hair was in a high ponytail…
She was quite cute.
“This is my good friend Anna but you will call her Aunty Anna from now on baby girl, she is here to help Mommy get you ready for your appointment now lay on the bed and spread your leggies for us !”
As I did mommy gave me teddy to hold as the new girl smiled down at me “Open wide baby girlie!”
She had my dummy ..,
Mommy opened a box taking out a Cage ! 
Pop’in my balls through the pink ring she pushed the cage up over my swollen member as the blood was pushed back out I panted, this made them both giggle !
A key into the wee lock barrel was removed as I now was locked away .. 
Aunty Anna had pulled up cuffs from under the bed taking teddy from me she cuffed my hands above my head…
As Mommy lifted my legs over her shoulders she pulled me hard down the bed ! As Aunty pulled a second belt over my waist ! 
Mommy pushed my legs backwards to Aunty Anna as my rear lifted off the bed ! 
Aunty cuffed them with short chains to my wrist cuffs ! …
Mommy came to kneel at my face…
“Baby Stephane who told you to take your diaper off and shower ? No that’s right nobody ! Baby’s don’t do that do they .. that’s far too big for a baby like you so missy what did Mommy tell you about being big ? .. No tears won’t wash missy !”
 Aunty Anna barked at me !
“Open wide bad girlie!”
She took my dummy out then forced a large ball gag in strapping it tightly ! 
Mommy was already at my air borne rear as a spanking started ! 
She was spanking me In front of her friend !! 
“Bad baby you do as you are told how dare you take your diaper off a poppie one at that ! As for what happened in the shower young lady ! That will not be happening again baby Stephanie your new cage will see to that as baby will be in it until Mommy gets a smaller one for you !”
My rear was soon on fire as it was still tender from the day before  ! 
Mommy stopped to talk to me ..
“Now are you going to stop trying to be big unless Mommy let’s you ? ( I nodded frantically as I didn’t want another spanking !) you had best be little lady ! Now let’s get you ready for your dental appointment darling”
Mommy lifted a plug covered in lub as she slowly pushed it up up rear I moaned ..
Aunty teased me ..
“My my baby Stephanie I think you like things up there don’t you little one ! Aunty Anna will have to remember that for this weekend princess “
Mommy had my silk baby suit with the frilly puffy sleeves and arms plus my crybaby romper and a pink diaper with my noisy plastic pants ! 
They rubbed baby powder over my entire body ! There was No hiding from it strong smell now as they put me in the diaper and plastic pants followed by my grow ! 
Mommy then dressed me in shorts and a white T-shirt ! 
I was sure you could see the frilly chest heart through the white shirt but I didn’t have time to ponder as Mommy put my fleece on me I felt relief… socks  and my trainers were next….
They then put a wrist cuff on me with a lead …
“Let’s go missy !”
Mommy walked me to her car by the lead I hope nobody was looking at me ! 
Aunty Anna came with us as I sat silent in the rear of the car.
At the Dentist mommy got out walking into the surgery… 
coming back a bit later.
“She opened the door removed the lead and cuff “Now baby girlie no talking Mommy will do all that for you darling !”
No way how could she ? 
Inside the receptionist smiled at me ..
“You can both go in they are ready for you !”
I walked with mommy stunned by what was happening? …
As I entered the dentist room there’re were two girls.
“Come in Susan if you get him to take a seat please” 
The taller girl who was the nurse said to mommy as I got into the chair slightly red faced the Dentist pulled up a stool she was sitting in pulling my Jaw down slightly she fed a lower shield into my mouth with pink goo in it…
Then spoke to mommy Susan..
“ So he is having an upper and lower  gum-shield made yes ?”
Mommy told her yes..
“Usually we only make an upper or lower for night time teeth grinding..”
Mommy smiled down at me looking over to the dentist she replied to her….
“We want an upper and lower as he is using a Dummy at nights so we don’t want any teeth displacement “
The Dentist looked puzzled but accepted her answer looking down at me she smirked liking me right in the eyes…
“So did the accident leave him mentally scarred?”
Susan looked at me again ..
“Yes he has nightmares both at night and daytime on occasions”
The dentist was pushing at the goo as it hardened she pulled it out handing it to the nurse… 
A second upper shield was pushed home making me gag ! As it went quite far down my throat …
I start welling up ! ...
The dentist wiped my eyes for me tenderly .. but her kindness made me start crying ! 
“Am sorry have I hurt him ?”
Mommy was quick to answer the dentist…
“ No No it’s just he gets stressed after the accident so often regresses that causes him to cry..”
Susan took my hand…
“It’s ok darling the lady is only taking an impression for your shield just relax ( Mommy wiped my cheek) “Wee-Wee”....breaths will help
I suddenly wet my diaper ! At the key  trigger words  “Wee-Wee“ ! ..
Mommy smiled at the Dentist as finally she grinned ear too ear ! ! 
Realising what was going on the Dentist spoke to me…
“ It’s ok we are almost done just a little tug now and you can rinse out your mouth for me would you like that ?”
I nodded to her as the nurse came back to take the upper mould from her.
As the nurse left the Dentist again spoke but this time softly…
“Open wide for me …(I did as asked) …How old ?”
Susan was still beaming ! 
As she lent over to whispering… 3yrs old”
The Dentist had her first two fingers in my mouth picking out bits of the mould material…but it was how she was doing it ! 
In wee circles of my mouth tracing my teeth at the gums…
Then she started forcing them over my tongue towards the back of my throat..
I wrenched slightly but she told me to be still…
I looked at Mommy in panic as I didn’t want to be pathetic..
Mommy rubbed my cheek as I heard the door open then close…
Mommy looked right at me ! 
Baby Stephanie if you are sick here darling Mommy will punish you do you understand baby girl ?”
I nodded..
“So he is a baby girl? …can I feel her top as I did wonder “
Mommy smiled nodding.. 
The Dentist felt under the large bib, to my silk baby grow ! 
“My my baby girl we are just the cutest…. Close your mouth and suckle my fingers !”
She started moving them back and forth in my mouth as more and more saliva built up I wrenched at each push to gag me ! 
Tears now forming in my eyes seemed to spur her on …
As the nurse came back in she withdrew her fingers… 
“Sit up and rinse please”
As I did saliva drooling into the wee steel sink as I lifted the pink fluid to rinse..
The Dentist swapped a business cards with Susan, telling her they would call when they were ready at 5pm.
The nurse was cleaning up I quickly followed Susan but the Dentist patted my rear smiling she whispered into my ear...
“See you soon baby Stephani”….
I was in a state ! 
Wet diaper and physically shaky over what I had just been through…
Mommy took my hand walking me out to the car where Aunty Anna was now in the back seats waiting on me ! 
As I got in she spoke to Mommy ..
“Was baby a good girl ?”
“Yes Aunty Anna she was on her best behaviour ! I think she even made a new friend today didn’t we princess !”
Wess Mommy ! 
Aunty Anna smiled at me pressing my shorts “Did baby Stephanie wet her Diaperfor Mommy in front of the nice lady Dentist cutie ?”
Wess Aunty Anna…
Aunty Anna suddenly smacked my bare thigh ! Thwack !!
“Yes you did what baby girlie !”
Wess Aunty Anna Babysw’ave wet fwor Mommy in’fwont o’wv  Dent’wist lady !
“Much better Baby girlie Open Wide ! (I had my Cock dummy pushed into my mouth ruffly by Aunty Anna !) Spread your knees wide ! wider !! baby feeties together !”
Mommy cuffed my ankles as Aunty put thigh cuffs above my knees via a spreader bar !
I got the feeling something was about to happen? ….
But to my surprise Mommy simply drove back to my house…parking in my driveway.
She got out of the car and went inside as Aunty Anna took my seatbelt off me she spoke to me..
“You be a very clever baby now ok or Mommy and I will be very angry do I make myself clear ?…
I nodded to her but she suddenly smacked me between the legs to a loud thud from my diaper !
“Do I make Myself Clear Babyslave !”
Wess Aunty Anna ! I muffled from behind the cock gag…
“Your manners are terrible baby Stephanie but Mommy and I are about to change that today princess! Trust me you are going to become the best baby girlie ! With complete Obedience !”
Mommy came back to the car opening my door she looked at me with a wicked smile I had never seen before ! …
“Now baby Stephanie this is a very special day for you darling as your going to have an Obedience training day ..Take your top off please ! Eh Now princess !”
I very nervously did as told hopefully nobody in my street was watching ! 
Mommy and Aunty then put my pink Baby reines on me ! 
OMG I was going to be walked into my house with my pink frilly silk top on show with my baby reines !
But Mommy went into her pocket bringing out a pair of bandage  scissors as she knelt down to cut my Shorts off me !
Pweese Mommy nooo !
Thwack ! Mommy smacked my other thigh …
“ Quite baby no talking just do as your told !… Now out the car and let’s get you in “
I struggled in my current state to lift my bound legs out the car as they both giggled at my effort’s..
The short hobbled walk seemed to take for ever as I truly wanted inside so as not to be Seen ! 
In my front porch I was panting past the cock Dummy …
As Aunty shut the door .. mommy patted my rear.
 “Think someone enjoyed that listen to you baby girlie panting on your cock dummy ! Your so cute darling” 
Mommy kissed my cheek. X
“Be a brave girlie ok baby?”
Wess Mommy..
She pulled a small box from her pocket opened it. Inside was contact lenses in pink with white centres !
“Handies behind your back for us princess..clever girlie Aunty Anna can you hold baby Stephanie’s headie still !”
This was a side of Susan I had never seen up until now …
As she put the lenses in Aunty Anna teased me …
“Clever Baby girlie just be a good baby for us and this will be a lovely day..If not well princess things will become Very uncomfortable!”
What did she mean uncomfortable ?
“Now look at Mommy please … how many fingers ? You can baby talk when spoken to baby Stephanie “
Twoo mommy…
Clever girlie baby princess.. (she moved her hand to the side as Aunty held me firmly so as not to follow mommy’s fingers) 
How many darling?”
I dwont knoow mommy ?
“Clever Baby girlie that’s the correct answer mommy is very proud of you princess.. now follow Mommy on all fours !”
Getting down with my leggies spread by the bar was quite hard as Aunty Anna still had my handies behind me… once on my knees she let them go so I could crawl …
Mommy lead me by my Raines to my room as we got inside I was shocked to see my room had been rearranged ! 
My bed was gone and a mattress was on the floor on top of a small plinth surrounded by white fence rails, at the headboard it had three holes for my head and wrists In two half’s that pulled apart !
This new cot was around 5ft wide by 7ft long the mattress was white rubber with a Full sugafix bed restraint system with a white straight jacket at its Center …
In the corner next to my mirror wardrobe was a huge pink leather padded chair that looked like a throne ! 
The only other thing was a beautiful white dressing table and wee stool….to the side of this dresser was box pigeon holes three each side, they were filled with disposable nappies all different cartoon types, plus plain pink and black ones they had a wee name plate at each one said “Bad baby Stephanie”… the other said “Clever princess” ! 
Mommy lifted the pink throne to the middle of the room….
“ Now Baby Stephanie back up to the chair !”
As I did they removed the ankle cuffs… 
Pulling a leg each they put my cuffs past the front legs passing a spreader bar under the chair clipping it to my ankles !
I cold now not move my legs as Mommy pulled me upward and back so the small of my back was resting on the front of the seat, then my arms were pulled backwards as they passed another bar behind the chair back cuffing my biceps followed by mittens that were now being pulled crisscross under the chair to my ankle bar Mommy and Aunty Anna pulled them ever so tightly making me arch my tummy up but forcing my headie forward..,
Mommy then spoke to me …
“Now baby girlie we are going to ask you a few questions darling ok ? 
Wess mommy ..
“Clever girlie mommy loves good manners Baby girlie… Ok look at mommy just ignore Aunty Anna !… Clever girlie baby.. Do you want to live 24/7 as My baby girlie Stephanie ? “
Wess Mommy…
“That would mean I will have control at All times and everything in your life is that truly what you want”
Wess mommy….
“Baby Stephanie do you know what CNC is darling ?”
Wess mommy….
“Are you willing to give mommy that absolute control baby girlie?”
Wess Mommy…
Clever girlie baby but louder for the camera darling !”
WESS MOMMY ! 
“Clever Baby girlie repeat that until Mommy says Stop !”
WESS MOMMY !
WESS MOMMY!! 
WESS MOMMY!!!
WESS MOMMY!!!!
“Is that ok ?…(Susan was talking to someone?)….perfect thank you if you can draft that we can bring her in to finalise things on Friday afternoon”
WESS MOMMY!!!!
WESS MOMMY!!!!!
“ Clever Baby girlie you can stop now open wide !”
Aunty Anna removed the cock dummy as Mommy appeared over my face …
“ Just be a clever little princess…here we go !”
Mommy had a long soft cock dildo ! 
She pushed it into my mouth forcing it until I wrenched….
Five mins later I had saliva everywhere..
Mommy giggled with Aunty as she put a bib on me that said baby Stephanie princess Cock sucker !”
O M G…. I thought it this was short lived as mommy started throat fucking me again with the dildo ! 
This time right to the back of my throat! As I wrenched heavily on the forth push I brought my breakfast up ! 
Mommy said nothing she disappeared as I lay panting ! She came back with a spoon lifting the sick out of the bib catcher ..
“Open wide we don’t waste good food here little one !”
Pweese mommy ! 
“ Open wide no talking do as you are told baby Stephanie !”
Was this the same girl I knew ? 
Susan seemed so stern !
It was Horrible but Aunty Anna simply held my nose as Mommy fed me All of it ! 
Then she simply started my throat fucking again ! 
“ Baby Stephanie you had best learn fast princess or things are about to get much worse little lady !”
I burst out crying…
“No baby tears don’t wash with us princess ! “
“Now keep that down !”
Aunty barked at me ! ..
As Mommy resumed my throat invasion I tried with everything I had ..
the dildo slipped down my throat fully !
“ My My much better see you can do it baby girlie ! Welll done your going to be Mommy’s special Cock Sucking Princess!”
They both laughed as I started bawling like a three year old !….
“Now baby girlie Mommy wants you to go Poopies for us… Big deep breath and push hard past your pluggie… Yes baby girlie it will come past your pluggie with some effort… If you go Poopies Mommy will stop fucking your cute baby throat ok ?”
Wup..WESS…wup Mommy..ugguug..uuggguugg…
It was relentless as I grunted hard suddenly my rear relaxed and collapsed to the pressure from me pushing so hard ! 
It came gushing out of me noisily past the plug … but something completely unexpected happened… 
I started screaming….
Not in pain I was coming in the wet filthy diaper !!
“Dirty wee princess are you doing a cummie without your Mommy’s permission? … Open wide little lady !”
Mommy gagged me with a pair of hot wet piss panties then Aunty Anna wound electric tap around my mouth behind my headie over and over very tight, as Mommy got a surgical mask to put on me that had a tube from it ! This she pushed into the back of my rubber pants!
“Clever Baby girlie you lay there for a wee bit and rest Aunty Anna and I have one more surprise for you then we can get you down for your afternoon nap darling baby girlie”
The smell was instant a mix of rubber Poopies pee pee’s and cummies!
They both left the room …
As I lay there panting in the smell I was getting turned on again the pain from the cage was bad but I just wanted more realise ! ….
When they both came back I was trying to get some relief from my predicament by thrusting into the diaper ! 
Mommy came into my pink blurry Vision…..
“Eh baby girlie stop that Now !”
They unfastened me as I panted in the smell from my diaper ! …
I was taken to my bathroom where they stripped me …
I was put into the shower first then they had me sit in the bath as they both washed me ever so gently it was fantastic and such a beautiful thing, given how Wicked they had just been to me ? 
My mind was truly in over drive now over everything that had happened!
When mommy kissed me on the cheek..
“Hey baby it’s ok calm down mommy has you princess!”
Unbeknownst to me I was crying ? 
WTF was happening to me it was like I wanted to cry at the slightest thing ?
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bordysbae · 2 years ago
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Could you do aftermath of quinn or luke getting their wisdom teeth out?
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“how are you real?”
quinn hughes x reader
“y/n, are you sure you’re alright to take him home after getting his wisdom teeth out? i totally forgot i had plans when i scheduled his appointment.” ellen asks you over the phone. originally you were going to come over and help out at the house after his surgery, but ellen ended up needing you to take him home as well.
“of course elle! i don’t mind at all. what time is his surgery over?” you ask, grabbing your wallet and keys from your desk.
“his surgery is done in about half an hour. do you mind coming to the dentist office now?” “not at all, see you soon!” you say and hang up. you head to your car and begin driving to the place ellen told you to. when you walk inside you see ellen in the waiting area, and sit down next to her.
“oh y/n hi darling! perfect timing! thank you so much, i need to get going but they’ll come get you when quinn is done.” “alright!” you smile and wave her off as she leaves. about fifteen minutes later the nurse comes to get you, and you follow her into a small room towards the back. when you walk in you see quinn with his mouth wide open staring into space.
“quinn, hi baby!” you say, grabbing his attention. suddenly he gasps loudly, “how are you real?” he asks you, making both you and the nurse laugh. “what? what do you mean?” you ask, unaware of what he was trying to say.
“you’re so pretty, there’s no way you’re real!” he smiles at you, very much loopy from the drugs given to him. “aww quinny!” you blush, as you walk over to kiss the top of his head.“call me quinny again. i like when you call me that”
“oh you’re so loopy quinn” you laugh to yourself. suddenly quinn makes an angry expression instead of the happy one he had just a minute ago. “don’t call me that!” he yells. “shhh quinny shh you have to be quiet” you say, using a hand gesture to tell him to lower his voice.
“only cause you called me quinny” he pouts and crosses his arms across his chest. as the nurse is finishing up paperwork you sit with quinn to keep him company. he then begins to start pushing the gauze out of his mouth with his tongue, which he was instructed not to do.
“babe you have to keep that in your mouth!” you say, rushing to help him put it back in his mouth despite how gross it is. “oh my god y/n! my tongue fell off! you took my tongue! i cant feel it!” he says as he starts patting his tongue with his index and middle finger.
“quinn you have your tongue i promise, now be quiet we have to listen to the nurse okay?”
“you’re trying to tell me to shut up!”
“this is gonna be a long day” you groan and rub your hands across your face. the nurse gives you instructions on how to take care of him for the next few days, and sends you both on your way.
getting quinn in the car was a hassle in itself, but driving home with him was worse. he’s sat in your passenger seat playing with all of the little buttons and knobs on the dash. he discovers the fan button and the air starts blowing on his face, making him very giggly. “what’s so funny?” you look at him as you pull up to a red light.
“the air is tickling me!” he laughs to himself still touching buttons. “why don’t you try and sleep for a bit. you need to rest when we get yo your house anyways” you suggest
“no!” he says, acting like a toddler. you roll your eyes and groan. who knew your boyfriend being doped up would be such a pain? eventually you guys make it to the hughes household, and you help quinn get out of the car. you lead him to the front door where his youngest brother luke helps you lead him upstairs to his bedroom.
“how is he doing?” luke asks you. “he’s literally crazy” you groan, making luke laugh.
“well, as much as you’re gonna hate me for this. i have plans in fifteen minutes soooo…” he drags out the o sound, forcing you to finish his sentence for him. “i’m alone to deal with quinn aren’t i?”
“possibly..” luke grins, making you playfully his his shoulder. before either of you can get a word out, quinn opens his bedroom door and starts walking down the stairs. “quinn, babe you need to be in bed resting!” you exclaim.
“but i don’t wanna rest! you aren’t in bed with me i cant sleep!” he cries out. you chuckle and walk up the stairs towards quinn. you then begin to lead him back to his bedroom, “i’ll come lay with you okay? you need to sleep”
“only if you’re with me” he pouts. “i like this side of you, you’re so clingy” you say as you close his bedroom door.
“you guys are you disgusting!” luke shouts, making you start laughing.
“are you laughing at me?” quinn asks as he crawls into his bed.
“please just go to sleep” you huff.
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madeintheniamh · 1 year ago
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Please can you do one of the girls getting braces because i'm getting mine next week :D
golden girl
stmf one shot #23
good luck, babe. i had 4 years of braces. they're the worst, but you'll be grateful once they're off xx
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“I’m not going, Mum,” Tilly shouted at you, her eyebrows furrowed in the exact same way that Harry’s did when he was annoyed about something.
“You can’t keep putting it off, lovey,” you replied. “You were supposed to have them put on a year ago now,”
Her lips were now set in a straight line, and her eyes began to turn glossy as she turned around to march up the stairs back to her bedroom.
“Come on baby, it won’t be that bad,”
You heard her slam her bedroom door behind her. “Leave me alone,”
This hadn’t been the first time you had tried to make Tilly have her braces put on. Every time the day of the appointments came closer, it seemed as though she always had an adequate excuse prepared for why she needed you to reschedule. Exams. Gymnastics competitions. A friend’s birthday. Feeling sick. And every time, Harry always gave in, to your annoyance. So, it had now been a year since she was supposed to have the wretched things put on in the first place, and she was stubborn, just like her Dad- once she made her mind up on something, it was impossible for you to get her to change it- although there was one person who could. You sighed to yourself, before knocking on the door of his office.
He was sat on one of the armchairs in the corner that faced out onto the garden, holding his guitar in his arms and the pick in-between his teeth. He was so focused on what he was doing that it took him a minute to notice you, and he jumped slightly as he looked up and found your gaze.
“Oh my- hey my love, you okay?”
You sat down next to him, exhaling slowly whilst picking at one of your nails.
“Well, Tilly’s booked in to get her braces on later, but she tells me she’s not going,”
He smiled to himself, placing the guitar down on the space next to him. “Oh god,” he moaned sarcastically. “Not this again,”
“I don’t know what to do,” Your voice began to crack slightly. “I’m just trying to help her. I don’t know why she’s so upset about it. She’s just been so snappy with me recently, and I-”
“Let me sort it.” He answered before you could finish. “I’m sure I can persuade her, one way or another,”
“I don’t even think you can, H,” You sighed. “She’s so stubborn, like someone else I know,”
He snorted slightly and rolled his eyes. “We’ll see about that,”
He kissed your forehead before left the room, going downstairs to make use of one of his favourite persuasion tactics.
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Harry knocked on her bedroom door softly.
“Go away, I’m not going,” she moaned.
“I’ve made you a cup of tea,” he smirked whilst turning the handle, opening the door to find Tilly lying under layers of blankets, in a pair of tracksuit bottoms and one of Harry’s old t-shirts. Despite the death stare she gave Harry, she still held her hands out to accept the mug.
He closed the door behind him.
“Dad, I’m not-”
“Okay,” he sighed. “You’re not going, fine.”
“Okay?” Her face lit up. “Really?”
“No,” he laughed. “You need to do this, Til, you’re driving your mum mad, you’re nearly fifteen,”
“I’m not talking to you,” she groaned, covering her head with a blanket. He reached over to grab the mug on her bedside table.
“Okay, well, I’m taking this back then,” he chuckled.
“Nooooo!” she gasped, coming back up from under the covers. “That’s not fair!”
“Why don’t you want to go, Til?” he asked whilst running his hands through her hair, which had now grown down to her hips. “It’s okay to be nervous about it, I know you don’t like the dentist,”
“I’m not!” She pouted her lips. “I just don’t want them,”
“Well, why? Loads of people have to get braces, Til,”
“You never had to have them,” she sulked, her brows now furrowed. “You don’t get it,”
“Well, maybe not, but Mummy had to have them for a little bit, and she was fine,”
“No one has braces when they’re fifteen,” she sighed. “Izzy in my French class had hers off last week, I don’t want to be the last one with them on,”
“Loads of people have braces when they’re older Til, there isn’t an age limit,” he chuckled. “Uncle Niall was 18 when he had his braces put on,”
“Still,” She moaned. “I don’t want them. Everyone says they hurt,”
He peppered a kiss to her forehead. “Maybe they won’t hurt, you never know,”
Her eyes began to turn glossy. “But Daddy, I’m frightened, remember when I had to get my tooth taken out and they used that massive needle, and I fainted, what if that happens again,”
She began to sob softly into his arms.
“I remember Til, you’re going to make me cry, baby,” he whispered into her ear. “But I’m sure that won’t happen today, okay? I’m going to hold your little hand the whole time, and if the dentist comes anywhere near you with a needle, I’ll fight him,” he smiled.
“You will?” she sniffled. “Are you sure it will be fine, Daddy?”
“I’m sure, baby,” he chuckled. “I promise you. Now come on, let’s get dressed,”
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Tilly sat up slowly in the leather chair, having been lying down for the past 45 minutes, her hand still clasped tightly in Harry’s as it had been the whole time. Her lips were slightly chapped, and she licked them as she pouted at Harry with disdain.
“You’re not going to give me a smile?” Harry sighed, rubbing her tiny knuckles with the tip of his thumb. Tilly shook her head.
“It feels weird,” She stared at him disapprovingly, running her tongue over the new pieces of metal that were now glued to her teeth.
“It’s gunna feel weird, Tilly bug,” He smiled. “Come on, I wanna see them!”
Tilly rolled her eyes, before flashing him a sarcastic grin. “I look awful,”
“Hey,” Harry warned, lifting her chin up softly with his hand. “You know that’s not true,”
“I do,” She moaned, placing her hand over her mouth and running the sleeve of her oversized hoodie across her lips. “And it hurts,”
Harry swooped his hand across her face, tucking back a strand of loose hair that had fallen out of her French plait, before pressing his lips to the top of her forehead. Her lips began to quiver slightly, as her eyes turned a glossy shade of green.
“Shhhh, I know,” He soothed, holding his hand out and beckoning her to follow him. “Come on, let’s get you home, babydoll,”
Tilly hadn’t said anything at all on the car journey home, until Harry had seemingly decided to take an alternative route, now navigating the huge Range Rover down the narrow Hampstead high street, reversing it backwards into a bay on the side of the road.
“Daddy? Where are you-”
He peppered a kiss to her swollen cheek. “You stay here, I’ll be quick,”
10 minutes later, Tilly was practically asleep in the passenger seat, her sunglasses having fallen down on the bridge of her nose, still swamped in her hoodie. She almost jumped at the noise of the car unlocking, and was greeted by Harry grinning wildly at her, pink coloured ice cream dribbling down the side of his wrist. He licked it off slowly, passing the cup to Tilly, who began to smile too.
“You thought I was just gunna drive home without getting you something? Look at that gorgeous little smile,” He grinned.
Tilly looked back up at him, now bringing the spoon to her mouth, still smirking at him with her new metallic smile, her cheeks rosy.
“I love you, Daddy,” She whispered, pushing her sunglasses back up on her nose.
“You know I love you more, golden girl,”
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I HAVE MISSED YOU ALL SO MUCH <3
more to come more to come i have too many wips. but i'll give you this for now, so sorry anon you probs had your braces for a good few weeks now but enjoy anyway hehehh xx
this forms part of my dadrry one shot series! so if you did enjoy i have linked the masterlist here. please give it some love and send in any requests bc i'm in a writing/reading slump at the moment so any requests would be appreciated. love you all hope you are having a good week <3
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