#sorry for going overboard

[ruinix]

Quinn, eating your pussy at his own pace, for hours.

Hello, lovely. I didn't expect to receive another ask for another drabble. I am not ready (actually panicked when i received this). Anyways, I may have gotten overboard with the details before what you requested. Once more asking you to put the bar down🧎🏻‍♀️because.... i'm crying 😭😭😭

TW/CW: 18+ MDNI, Smut, Lots of kisses, Oral (fem receiving...as requested), Q just wanna eat you up--🙂‍↔️🙂‍↕️

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You’re a treat. A fucking delicious one. Every time Quinn looks at you, his mouth instantly waters.

He always makes sure that you’re not doing anything that could be dangerous like chopping vegetables, cooking, or hopping over the counters to reach the highest cabinets. He will never endanger you. Though, work calls, phone calls with your friends or family, watching TV, watering plants, on your way out for errands, walking around the house because of boredom…those things aren’t dangerous. Important, sure but those can wait, right? You just look so delectable. Like a treat that’s just for him.

Quinn is sane enough to be wary, yet he could barely control himself when he pulls you for a kiss, pushing you against the nearest surface—the wall adjacent to your home office. He must kiss you and taste you mixed with your flavored lip balms. It's vanilla. Fuck. His. Life.

It would always be, “Oh, Quinn. I need to answer this call.” “Quinn. Sweetheart, I’m busy.” “Quinn, I need to go out.” “Quinn, we need to finish doing the laundry.” “Quinn, I need to do the dishes.”

Right now, it's, "I'm waiting for a call, Quinn."

Bla-fucking-bla. Everything can wait.

Quinn needs you. He’s always so fucking busy with hockey—practice, media, the games. He wants to be with you and taste you whenever chance he gets. And it’s now, now, and always now. It doesn't matter if he has an optional skate that he must prepare for. It doesn't fucking matter.

So, he kisses you deeper, holding your cheeks after he turns off your phone, relishing on your taste, making sure to deepen the kiss so both of you forget when one starts and one ends.

Do you know he could still taste the gum you chewed on an hour ago? Do you know he could still taste the caramel lollipop you were sucking on just now? God, he wants to taste everything mixed with you. You’re his favorite flavor. He wants something more. By the way you’re panting and grinding against his thigh, you want it too.

He’s getting drunk on your tongue, your taste, your touch that he could barely lead you to your bed. When you two part, a string of saliva connects you. Your eyes are half-lidded, pupils blown. Your lips are red and swollen. Your hair is fanned out beneath you like a halo. He nearly shudders when your hands find his cheeks.

“Can I?” he asks, while your thumb traces along his lower lip.

“Yes,” you would reply without hesitation, already knowing what he’s craving.

That’s all he needs. He’s kissing you again. Your lips. Your chin. Your cheek. Your jaw. Your earlobe. Your neck, taking his time to suck the fading kiss marks. Your collarbones. He almost tears your shirt open—too many buttons, fuck he just wants to touch you—but he knows better. For every inch of skin he exposes, he kisses and licks.

So divine. You smell like him. Fuck, you used his body wash again.

This is unfair. He feels like he’s losing and falling into your trap. Quinn wants that though. He wants to be trapped with you and nothing else. He wants it so fucking badly.

He could feel your silent chuckle, could feel the scrape of your nails on his scalp. You’re laughing at him, so he pulled down your bra. His lips find your nipple. He sucks, turning your laughter into tiny gasps. That’s it. He can’t have you laugh at him. Not right now.

He takes his time teasing your pretty nipples, licking and sucking your breasts’ undersides from time to time. Relishing his smell on you. His sweet treat. You make him so fucking hard. He knows he’s leaking—pre-cum staining his gray sweatpants—for you. All for you.

Your whines and pleas only make him want to tease you more. Your hips keep pushing up, thighs squeezing around his torso. Your hands that were busy tugging at his hair are now pushing down on his shoulder. You need more. Quinn knows that, but the taste of sweat on your skin is making him hold onto you tighter, making him lick every bead of your skin. Just a few more taste of your skin.

You’re trembling now. The first time you tremble when he touched you, he panicked. But now, he understands your body like the back of his hand. It’s your anticipation, isn’t it? You want all his marks. You want him. You need him. He understands that. Oh, so well, because he feels the same.

“I love you,” he murmurs into your skin, his eyes flicking to yours.

Your cheeks are flushed as you bite your lips. Your eyes shine with tears. Your eyebrows drawn together. Sweat drips down from your temple. “I love you,” you whisper.

Quinn swore his heart skips a beat. His stomach flips. Hearing those three words always makes him fall for you harder.

He almost drops this, like he could just appease his craving by kissing you. He could be satisfied with that. However, the moment his fingers slip over your panties, feeling how soaked you are, he can’t just stop. He yearns for your pussy. So, he continues. He goes down and down and down, hands expertly removing your skirt—which looked heavenly on you, by the way.

Now you’re just left with nothing. Totally bare. You look so majestic. All spread out for him. He sees your quivering hole, your arousal oozes, almost dripping.  What a sight. A delicious sight.

Quinn just dives for it, tongue licking from entrance to clit, making you mewl. He can’t stop the moan that escapes him. You taste so divine. His favorite aphrodisiac. His elixir.

Lick after lick, he revels in your taste. Your arousal coats every swipe of his tongue. It’s making his head spin, his cock aching. Yet he’s only tasting. Just tasting. Nothing more. Nothing yet. He has time. He has to savor this.

Fuck, he’s so hard. So fucking hard that when he dipped his tongue in your quivering hole, he almost comes as your wall tightens. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He could feel it through his cock. It’s always like this. It’s like you’re fucking him when he only has his tongue in you.

Your taste. Your smell. Your wetness. Quinn needs all of it.

He grips the back of your thighs, making you rest them over his shoulders, as he feasts on your pussy, hips rutting into the bed. Everything feels so good for him. The feel of your thighs squeezing his head, threatening to asphyxiate him on nothing but your pussy. That's one way to die, isn't it? Quinn doesn't have any complaints. As long as he's tasting you. As long as your pussy clenches around his tongue. He could just die like that.

When his nose grazes your clit, he feels your pussy throb, squeezing so tightly. Yes. Fuck yes. You’re cumming around his tongue, your thighs quivering, your hands ruthlessly tugging on his hair, your hips grinding on his face. Quinn firmly held you, slurping and sucking your cum. Tastes so fucking good. He holds your hips down. He doubles his efforts, devouring everything you have given him.

“Quinn,” you pant, trying to push him off. “'m sensitive.”

He knows. He fucking knows. He shamelessly doesn’t care. More. He needs more. You can give him more.

Your curses for him to slow down stutters when he sucks around your clit, his fingers replacing his tongue. He could feel your surrender as you grind against him, back arching when he hooks his fingers to your sweet spot. Your whines get louder. So much louder because you’re coming again and Quinn is already there, tongue deep inside your pussy, taking everything. So exquisite.

He takes and takes until you come down from your high, panting and quivering, but Quinn still wants more. He fucking needs it. He wants your taste to last until the next day. He wants to feel you come again and again around his tongue. It’s not fucking enough.

“Quinn,” you say in a broken plea.

“One more, baby,” is all he says. “One more.”

You answer with a whimper, head nodding.

You both know he’s a liar.

It’s never ‘one more’. Never even when he gets you to come twice more. Even when he comes in his pants—cum making the gray dark which only makes him more feral. Even when you get overstimulated as well as his dribbling cock. Even when his phone rings for that fucking optional skate. Even when you two are dripping with sweat. Even when exhaustion takes hold of you.

He would just slow down, but never part from you like your pussy is the only thing keeping him alive. It fucking is.

Quinn would eat you out for hours. He could do it for days, but you would always slap him off you after two hours. But today, he’ll go for three.

[okaytosave]

This was so adorable and funny that I had to sit the device down and collect myself after being both overrun by adorableness of Armand here, and his expression flat out making me laugh to the point of a mid-wheeze.

@sillyvampireboi you’ve made another favorite!!

I love the rain, his cheeks and how he is pouting. Truly giving the 👁️^👁️ vibe, no?

I love the shade of purple here, it just makes him stand out as if he’s been under a streetlamp spotlight.

I know I’m overthinking on the story behind this but why do I get a feeling this would be Daniel Molloy’s way of settling a trivial banter or argument with each other?

Say, after some Armand Inspired Blender Drinks™️ that ended up where they were both a bit out of it and catty (no pub intended), that Daniel has somehow gotten Armand in that box and or they are doing it for a laugh, as Armand either pretends to be upset, is embarrassed by being a bit out of originally, and or is planning payback.

Yet Armand has the charmer eyes out, the smoldering kind, the true kitten aesthetic and I just love the details, the fun and the backdrop being gloomy too. It just brings out a sweeter message an adorable problematic vampire kitten.

Your artwork is amazing @sillyvampireboi !!

I love the little red aura highlights too in his hair!

IMPORTANT!

He is a sad kitten, who’s done nothing wrong in his life and needs a home asap!

[gardentool]

[Another Itadori training session]

Nanami: You couldn’t use Black Flash fast enough. You just killed Y/N.

Y/N: Honey…

Nanami: I can’t hear you, Y/N. You’re dead.

Nanami, to Yuji: They bled out in your lap. How will you break the news to me? Let's see.

Yuji: We don't have to do this.

Nanami: Ah, Itadori, how are things going with Y/N, the love of my life? Wait, why are you here at this late hour? And whose blood is that?

Yuji: Okay, I get it.

Nanami: It's Y/N’s? This is devastating. I'm inconsolable. And…

[Nanami snaps his fingers]

Nanami: I’ve killed myself.

Yuji: Cool. I can see this is gonna be fun…

[typing-catastrophe]

I have been so cooked for this man lately that I need to talk about him— I genuinely think that with a ADHD/autism/AuDHD partner Ford takes notes on your stims and quirks, even before any serious relationship. Just little things like “waves hands when excited :)” and “prefers baggy sweaters” just like a little way of understanding you better 🥺💖

yesss definitely! as an AuDHDer who stims a lot myself, this is everything!! jfskhfshsk

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"Aaaahhhhh oh myy-" the rest of what you were saying was incomprehensible because the words slurred together in an excited squeal. A gleeful expression upon your face, you waved and shook your hands in front of your body, then pressed them over your mouth, to stifle another squeal.

Ford smiled to himself as he watched you from the other side of the room, where he propped his notebook open to scribble something down.

"Heeyyyyy Grunkle Ford, watcha got there?" Mabel's voice rang out right beside him.

He snapped the book shut and whipped his head around.

"Mabel!"

"Waves hands when excited." she cited what she had just read, "Were you talking about-"

"No, I was certainly not!" Ford said, while his cheeks started to turn a deep red colour.

"Are you suuuure? Because to me it looks like you diiiid." she said, a cheeky grin on her face and dragging some of the vowels.

"You are mistaken, dear child. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got work to do." he excused himself and stood up, holding the notebook close to him.

Without letting her get another word in, he moved past her and made his way into his study.

There, he propped open the notebook to the page he'd just added a new note onto.

- likes to hum when no one is around - seems to prefer more loose fitting clothes. possibly because the don't restrict movement as much - will subconsciously play and fidget with any jewellery they're wearing - sorts and eats their food in a particular order - would rather not eat at all than something not appealing - skin irritating clothing causes great discomfort. remove tags!! - wants to talk but holds back. encouraging them has positive effect - avoids eye contact but will look at faces when the person isn't looking at them - do not touch without warning and do not force contact! expressed great discomfort to me after being forced to physical contact by someone else - repeating phrases and noises (quite endearing) - easily startled by sudden and loud noises, as well as irritated by high pitched ones, almost too quiet to hear - shows behaviours similar to felines. has stated that they would be delighted to posses the ability to purr (he would be delighted too)

Ford smiled as he looked up and leaned back. He really hoped Mabel hadn't seen too much, otherwise she might figure out how interested in you he really was. And we wasn't sure if he was ready for that.

For now he would be very much content continuing to dreamily gaze over at you and notice all the little things, so he could understand you better.

Maybe one day he could work up the courage to ask you out.

-------------------------------------------------- thank you for reading <3 reblogs are appreciated

[skibasyndrome]

may never make it out challenge

Thank you so much @saynomorefic for creating this very fun game and for the initial tag 💜💜💜 Equally big thanks to @goldenwilmon and @toffeelemon for tagging me as well 💜💜💜

Post a 1-5 paragraph excerpt of a WIP / fic idea that may never make it out of your drafts but is near and dear to your heart

I've been dragging this one around for a WHILE (seems like I created the doc in decermber '23 oh my god). And you've likely seen parts of this already. Essentially, the idea is that Simon and Wille never got back together and when Simon starts university in Stockholm Wille reaches out again and, even though Simon would love to think he's over Wille, they start hooking up again. Simon is... angry in this. This is far from 5 paragraphs, but. Uh. If I never get to actually finish it, then at least it's here, lmao. Beware, there's some smut (NSFW) down there.

When he first spots Wilhelm, he immediately regrets his decision. Wishes he'd just ignored the text, maybe even told him to fuck off, all decorum and pretense of being over the past be damned. He shouldn't have agreed to this. The smile he flashes Simon as he starts walking towards him, moving around tables and bags people have placed on the ground in the small coffee shop is every bit as crooked and cheery as Simon remembers it from four years ago and he can't stand it. He shouldn't be able to act like this is okay, like they are okay, like he just gets to burst back into Simon's life like that and smile about it.

But that's the whole problem. Simon let him, let it get to this. “Hey, Simon,” he hears him say as soon as he's standing in front of him. And it really shouldn't affect him that much, the simple utterance of his name shouldn't hold that much power. He twists the napkin he's subconsciously grabbed with one hand, forces a neutral expression. “Hey,” he replies.  If he has to be here at all, he's sure as hell not going to be cooperative in conversation. Wille's smile falters ever so slightly. It really wouldn't be noticeable, but Simon knows that face, knows all its traitorous tells and he seemingly still has all that info filed away neatly. As Wilhelm sits down opposite of him the initial enthusiasm has seemingly left him and he's starting to pick at his nails. Simon knows all the signs and if he were a better person he'd try to reassure him now, make him feel a little less anxious about their encounter. But he fights the urge, tightens the grip on the napkin when his hand threatens to reach out to grab Wilhelm's. He hates himself for wanting to give in so easily. Before any other body part can betray him he decides to speak instead. “So what do you want?”

[...]

[Simon] does wonder, too, in between his moans and gasps that mirror Wilhelm’s sounds, whether Wilhelm does this with other people, whether Wilhelm has ever held anyone so close and made sure their bodies aligned perfectly. Whether Wilhelm has lost himself like this with anyone else, since. There’s a spark of anger at the thought of it, then a crashing wave of pride when he feels Wilhelm start to shake under him. A heady warmth, thick and sticky, when he realizes that it’s him and him alone that made Wilhelm spill into the condom. It’s powerful enough to spur him on, to give him enough fervor to raise and lower his hips once, twice again. He messily fucks into Wilhelm’s fist and finally he’s coming in streaks that lay claim on the man that’s turning boneless underneath him. He doesn’t say any of it out loud, doesn’t repeat his traitorous thoughts about wanting to be the only one to fuck Wilhelm like this. He doesn’t lie about sex with Jacob, but doesn’t feel the need to mention that it’s been weeks since they've done it like this.

[...]

Simon’s gotten into the habit of lying. Says he’ll have to be back in his apartment soon, says he can’t possibly stay overnight, that he needs to get up early for classes tomorrow. Says he can’t on weekends because that’s when Sara comes over. Or that Ayub is planning to visit him. Or that he’ll have to take an extra shift at the café. Wilhelm never questions him. He never really pushes, simply adjusts his schedule somewhat and ends up parking his car down the alley from Simon’s apartment building on a Tuesday evening, Wednesday evening, any evening Simon hasn’t given an excuse for. It’s bitter-sweet. There’s something thrilling about the fact that the Crown Prince will roll up any time of the night just to get his fix of Simon, no matter the ridiculous restrictions Simon gives him. It feels good to be the one calling the shots for once.

[...]

Underneath him, Wilhelm is writhing, moaning, arching his back, doing everything to meet Simon’s thrusts, offering his body in a way Simon is not quite sure how to take in. This openness, the unguarded way he lets go while Simon is pinning him down, the desperate pleas for moremoremore that he’s uttering, tumbling over his lips and glinting in his eyes whenever he stares back up at Simon, it twists something deep inside of Simon’s soul. Wilhelm is letting him in, he’s laying out his soul, opening up his chest for Simon to reach inside. It’s fascinating to watch and it’s scary to think about. Another thrust and Wilhelm is throwing his head back, baring his throat, pale and soft and long and claimed by the violently purple bruise Simon has sucked into the skin of it. And somehow it all wraps up in that sight, this vision. Wilhelm would let Simon tear into him, no questions asked. Would offer himself to him, bleeding.

I'm not sure who has and hasn't done this before, but I'm tagging @saynomorefic (if you want to do another one <3) @impossibleknots, @earlgrey-lateatnight, @the-impala-is-my-home, @shouldntbearevolution, @grapehyasynth, @pagegirlintraining, @wilmonsfolklore, @iwouldnevergetintofanfic @caramelpenguin, @willesworld &&&&&& can we make this about gif-art as well? Probably right? In that case, maybe @sobadbad & @books-books-smolderinglooks have any projects to share? Anyone else who would like to share one of their may-never-make-it-outs, you've been tagged as well💜💜💜 Tag me if you do so I can read it!

[red-heart-green-light]

omgomgomg hiiii can you please write smut w mi-na ?? 😞🙏 like literally anything I'm begging for mi-na crumbs 🍴😋

THRASHING AROUND IN MY ENCLOSURE i have THOUGHTS about mi-na augh.. did some headcanons and then a short lil drabble hope that's okay!!

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⚝ mi-na definitely gives me switch energy. she could be a bratty bottom one day and the biggest tease of a top the next day

⚝ i feel like no matter what role she takes though she's teasing you to the point she's literally laughing at you over it

"aww, baby, did you like that a little too much?"

⚝ LOVES DRESSING UP FOR YOU!!! she will get herself all dolled up and pretty for you for the sole reason that she KNOWS you will immediately want to tear her clothes off

⚝ NOT AFRAID OF PDA. this girl gets HANDSY and literally does not care. she is almost always attached to your arm somehow but will also just randomly grab your ass and then smile at you like she didn't do shit

⚝ whiner alert !!! whether that's whining for you to touch her/hurry up, whining out her moans, etc

⚝ despite being probably the brattiest bottom to exist i feel like as a top she's really into degradation, and things like hair pulling or slapping. mi-na will yank you by the hair and expect you to thank her for it!! and then laugh at how pathetic you are!!!

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A sharp laugh sounded as Mi-na lifted your chin with a finger, the point of her nail pressing into your skin slightly. "What's wrong, baby? Cat got your tongue?" She couldn't wipe the grin off her face as she watched your face flush, her hand moving to cup your chin lightly. Then, more pressure as she grabbed it. Holding what was hers.

Mi-na's thumb prodded your lips, and you parted them, making her laugh again. "Fuck, you'd just take anything I give you, huh?" She sighed lovingly, her eyes raking over your features. "Cute.. but also kind of pathetic." She gave a light push, making you stumble backwards, and as you regained your footing you realized she was already unzipping the side of her skirt.

"Well? Get over here. I'm not going to ask you twice." Her eyes shined with faux innocence, but her words, her tone.. they said you'd better do as she asked.

[somewhereincairparavel]

the 'jason trained w wolves since he was 2 but didn't become a preator but percy trained for less than a week and become preator, so we can see who's more powerful' kinda people kindly stay a million miles away from me :)

y'all think the legion would simply hand over the praetor responsibility over to him at like 4 wtf 😭 and there's a HUGE difference between a 2 year old grasping the skills taught by a wolf (especially since jason was used to only HUMAN speech till then, and was likely around no monsters or even animals for that matter, mostly being around beryl and thalia, so he adapted to that) vs a fully aware and developed teenager learning from a wolf.

ironically if we go by y'alls point then jason's progress as a TODDLER is way more impressive

[cityofthefullmoon]

Ughh I followed a bunch of plural tags and now I have to block all these anti-endos

[salt-n-salt]

Oh my gosh, hi! I love your art so much!! I noticed you're letting people drop their farmer's in for a doodle, and I couldn't resist.

This is Oakland, my Farmer! She goes by Oak with her friends, and Acorn to her parents. She was previously military, which is where she got most of her scars from; the other scars are from the monsters that try to attack her animals at night. She can't use a sword for shit, but she's a great marksman and uses a shotgun. She's going gray at 26, has pretty harsh wrinkles around her eyes and mouth from scowling so much. She found a second family in Shane(<3), Marnie, and Jas, and is best buds with Gus and Kent. (Don't tell Marnie, but she hates Lewis with every ounce of her soul and would absoLUTELY shoot him if Marnie gave her permission) She's a little batshit, but I think she's neat.

Lmk what you think! :) I truly adore your work, and I can't wait to see the other doodles you'll post. I hope you have a lovely rest of your week! Take care! <3

god damn what’s it like having the best farmer. r u kidding me rn. id let her fire a big fat shell at me any day. PHEWWWWW 😋😋😋😋

[vampireofsorrow]

mirage mirage mirg..! anything w/ her please :]

im soooooooooo drunk @mirage mirrrrraaaagggggeeeee 😭😭😭

[igotabadfeelingabouteverything]

People talk a lot about Groomzilla Clipboard!Buck being like Mikey from Shameless, but if that's the comparison you want, then I think we should have Groomzilla Eddie more than anything. I don't watch Shameless, so this could be wrong. However wouldn't it make more sense??

Eddie, who probably grew up in a homophobic environment due to religion.

Eddie, who was married before because he got her pregnant and was forced to.

Eddie, who probably had no say in the wedding process with Shannon.

Wouldn't Eddie get so stressed out because he wants this marriage to be very different from before? Wouldn't he want everything to be absolutely perfect for Buck because it's his wedding, too, and he deserves the best? Eddie would finally get a say in how he wants this to go because this time, it's his choice. He gets to call the shots. This is his second chance at being a husband, and damn he will do everything right this time because it's actually what he wants??

I can see us still getting Clipboard!Buck because Buck sees how much Eddie is worried about things going wrong. Buck sees how much Eddie is trying. So he takes out the clipboard, and he makes a list.

That's when buck goes a little crazy because 'Eddie wants this' 'No Eddie likes this one better' 'Eddie needs to have this exact color'

He does everything he can to take some weight off Eddie's shoulders, and Eddie can finally breathe a little, knowing Buck has his back.

[q1ngqve]

OKAY HEAR ME OUT you’re hired by sigewinne as her assistant in meropide and wriothesley fell in love at first sight 😵‍💫ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི he’d injure himself on purpose just to visit the infirmary to see you :( tells you he lost the fights at the pankration ring and you being new, doesn’t know that he is clearly lying, so you bandage him up nicely even adding a cute bow whenever you’re happy!!!!

[sasukeless]

just found your blog and having a blast scrolling through it thank you for sharing your very correct opinions with the world, very satisfying. now i'm curious (and sorry if you've talked about it before) what do you think of shisui?

basically

[sweetestsurprises]

@viciousrocket ♡'d for a starter

Of all things, his flight arriving early was the last thing Oliver anticipated. What a catastrophe! There were a few hours before he was meant to meet up with his brothers at the cafe. Now what was he supposed to do? Being forced to wait a few minutes for them to show would have been torture enough. how was he supposed to occupy his time for a few hours?!

Impatiently. He wouldn't. That's how.

Believing he recalled which bases his brothers were stationed in, Oliver decided he would go to them instead of attempting to entertain himself alone. At least it would certainly prove fun to try. Finding the base was easy, he'd left there countless times when he was young . . . albeit he was always accompanied, so getting in could prove to be a challenge.

Finally, an idea came to mind as he popped a lollipop into his mouth, the fifth or the sixth of the day, he would wait. Someone had to come out of the building eventually, right? Right. So, standing out light a brightly colored sore thumb, Oliver posted himself up beneath a tree nearby the base's entrance and waited. Who knows, maybe he'd even get lucky enough to spot one of his brothers leaving, or someone who he'd met once upon a time all those years ago. Arceus knows that unlike his brothers he hasn't grown since then. This was a great idea, much better than wandering the city on his own, or so Oliver told himself.

What felt like hours, but was actually quite likely only a few minutes, a figure emerged. Any sane person may have been cautious about approaching anyone who exited, let alone someone so much larger than themself, but Ollie was anything but. Perhaps it was due to those he grew up around, but the pink haired male strode up to the much, much taller man with the confidence of a Pyroar.

❝Oi!❞ Oliver exclaimed as he approached, waiving his arms to assure he would catch the other's attention.

Subtlety? Never heard of her.

❝Perfect! I was oh-so hoping someone would come out here to help me. It seems my jerks of brothers stood me up . . . ❞ To accentuate his point, Ollie blinked his large blue eyes up to the stranger with his best pout. Grown man or not, he knew he had a babyface, and he'd be damned if he wasn't going to make use of it.

❝I'm pretty sure they should be inside if you'd be so kind as to help me find them~! You will help me find them . . . right? I can make it worth your while, I own a bakery in Galar and brought plenty of sweets to share with the, that I could share with you instead. Oh~! Oh better yet, you could take their place and be my brother for a day. I might even be inclined to give you the other gifts I brought for them if you did.❞

[mothergold]

would zayne give you a thorough examination? 🎤

Oh gosh thank you for sending this auphie because i have been plagued with so many damn Zayne thoughts ugh. Okay here goes. I’ve never written for him before, so he might be ooc, but I think he’s fairly in character for the most part.

Zayne x Gn!Reader | Minors do not interact

Warnings: Medical Examination, Reader is not mc, Reader is disabled, Selfship coded, Reader has medical trauma, Implied friends to lovers, Reader uses a mobility aid, Wrote this in tumblr drafts yeehaw.

Zayne, saw he had another appointment with you and couldn’t help but sigh. He had just seen you two weeks beforehand. What could have possibly brought you into his office, again? He smiled as he skimmed through your chart. You were always a magnet for trouble ever since he’d met you in college.

You’d bumped into him in the hallway, clumsy little thing you were, and made him drop all his books and ever since then the rest had been history. At the time you two had met he was working towards being a doctor, and you? Well, you were as undecided as you had always been, and just when you were about to figure it all out you had gotten into an accident. Fast forward to several years down the line, Zayne had become the doctor he’d set out to be and you had your own little online craft shop that kept you afloat.

Suddenly, someone had knocked softly at the door and seconds later the door was slowly pushed open. Walking into the room was Dr. Zayne, tall and handsome. Although, you tried your best not to think about it too much. He sat at his desk and had begun to turn on his computer, logging into the portal so that he can begin making a note of everything.

“So..” His voice trailed off, eyes focused on the computer screen. “What happened this time?”

You shifted in your seat uncomfortably. “I uh, I fell.. again.”

He hummed to himself. “I see.”

For a few moments it was quiet, more than you’d liked it to be. Then finally, Zayne broke the silence, turning his chair so that he could face you better.

“How did the fall occur?” He asked.

All of a sudden you started to feel very hot. You were humiliated, and the last thing you wanted was to tell Zayne of all people, even if he was your doctor.

You exhaled a shaky breath. “Well, I was bringing in groceries up to my apartment. All was fine until I was going up the second flight of stairs, that’s when I lost control of my balance and fell onto my back.”

Zayne said nothing but you knew he had heard you. You fiddled with your fingers, too nervous to look him in the eye. A part of you wondered if you should’ve switched doctors. You wished you had, but you could never quite bring yourself to do that. Maybe it was because you felt at ease in his presence. That couldn’t be true though, because of how your blood pressure always spiked whenever you had an appointment.

Zayne adjusted his glasses and looked at you. “Where does it hurt?”

“Mostly my lower back, but my legs have been hurting, too.” You replied.

“On a scale of one to ten, ten being the most, how severe is the pain?” He questioned.

So professional

“Uhm, I’d say a seven for my back and five for my legs.” You said nervously.

“Alright, I’m gonna do quick exam. Is that alright?”

Zayne patiently waited for your consent before asking you to move onto the examination table. He was kind enough to help you up, always a respectful man. You tried to insist you could get up there on your own but Zayne scoffed when you did so. ‘Now’s not the time to be stubborn,’ he replied.

After you had properly propped yourself up on the table you waited nervously and patiently for Dr. Zayne to continue. Standing in front of you, he warned about the sudden coldness before pressing the stethoscope to your chest. After a few deep breaths he deduced that at the very least your breathing and heart were okay, just as he suspected.

Then he moved on to pressing down on various spots of your back, asking you if it hurt and if so how much before moving forward. Afterwards he did the same to your legs, nothing too concerning. He finally asked you to stand up so that he could ask you to twist and bend your back to test the severity of the pain, but again nothing alarming. Although, it was not visible on his face, Zayne was relieved that you were okay. This was the exact outcome he was hoping for, and the one he had expected in all honesty.

After asking you to return to your seat, he had reassured you everything seemed to be normal. “I’m prescribing some medication to help you through the pain. I’d advise against any extraneous activity as of right now.”

“I see..” You looked down at your lap.

Concern started to seep its way back into Zayne’s body, again. “Are you disappointed?”

Your head shot up out of shock and unintentionally you gave him a rather distasteful expression. “What do you mean?”

Perhaps he had spoken too soon, or rather too harshly. He had forgotten about your past history, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t care.

“Forget I said anything.” He said, but you were unwilling to do so.

“I’m just worried that maybe you might’ve missed something. You know what? Nevermind.. I know how ridiculous this sounds.” You shook your head as if to shoo the thoughts away.

Just as you were about to stand up and grab your walker to walk out the door, a hand reached out and grabbed your wrist.

“Wait.” Zayne pleaded.

Deep down you felt embarrassed by how you reacted to the situation, but you couldn’t help but try to place your trust in Zayne, again. Reassuring yourself that he would never do anything to put you in harms way, you decided to hear him out.

He sighed. “If you’d like more extensive exam, or a second opinion, I can most certainly arrange that for you.”

But that was not what you wanted. What did you want?

You turned to Zayne frowned. “Would you be willing to do the full exam?”

Zayne cleared his throat. He hadn’t expected you to suggest that.

“I apologize but I must decline. I don’t think it would be appropriate given the.. circumstances.” He confessed, refusing to look in your direction. “But I would be more than glad to arrange that exam with another doctor.”

You shook your head and smiled at him. Giving a gentle squeeze to his hand you replied, “That won’t be necessary.”

Zayne raised his brow. “It is unusual for you to trust so easily.”

You looked into his eyes and smiled. “Have you ever given me a reason not to?”

He thought for a moment before chuckling. “I guess I see your point.”

Awkwardly you let go of Zayne’s hand and stuffed your hands into your pockets as he went over your after care plan. Before long you were being escorted out of the office, but just as you were about to distance yourself from Zayne he spoke up.

“Wait.” He caught up with you quickly. “Let me drive you home. It’s the least I can do.”

You chuckled. “Dr. Zayne, that’s hardly necessary.”

He sighed. “Okay, how do you plan on getting home?”

You thought for a moment. “Same as always. I was gonna take the bus.”

Zayne shook his head and moved closer to you until he was beside you. “Not in your condition you won’t.”

Using your walker you moved so that you were facing Zayne better. “Oh? Is this another part of the doctors orders?”

He nodded. “Precisely.”

You sighed with a smirk on your face. “Well, then I’ll just have to listen won’t I?”

He smiled at you before placing a hand on the curve of your back, leading you carefully out of the hospital and towards his car. Even if you would never admit it to Zayne, you secretly loved when this side of him came out. It made you feel like the most special person in the entire world, but that’s simply how it felt to be in Zayne’s presence.

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