#tumblr wouldn't let me post the thigh gif :(

[limitedseries]

I don't want her memory. I want my own.

Severance— Season 2, Episode 6: "Attila" (2025)

[yanderestarangel]

★ ! hidden desires — stalker!bruce wayne x male reader

a/n: This is a repost! The first post has been taken down ( by tumblr itself lol); sorry and thanks for letting me know.

♡⁠┊tw: stalking, suggestive behavior, fingering, casual sex, v! sex, ftm reader, sex with a condom, afab anatomy, blowjob.

Each time he remembered what he had done—stalking you for weeks from the shadows like the nocturnal creature he was—a strange sense of shame settled in his chest. He used his shadowy vigilante persona to justify his unhealthy obsession, but even that excuse felt hollow.

He kept insisting to himself, "It's just for his safety." However, the heat in his groin wouldn't let him pretend otherwise — standing in the rain and cold nights by the window in the building above your house... But lying and manipulating to get into your life and home was not something he usually did.

That night, you'd gone out to the club. People were whispering about a new drug called "Bliss" and some underworld drama involving Sofia Falcone, while the red lights of the club mixed with your carefree expression, oblivious to Gotham's lurking dangers.

Wayne, however, was watching you as always—from afar, waiting for the right moment to act.

He wasn’t oblivious; his glances at a few attractive men at the party hadn’t escaped the dark gaze of the guard’s blue irises. He knew his obsession with you had gone too far, yet he ignored the rational alarms ringing in his mind—and started toward you.

It hadn’t been very difficult for him to get into his pants and into his home, and, to be honest, he didn’t know whether to feel angry or surprised. Perhaps it was a bittersweet mixture he’d reflect on only after leaving the apartment, since, after all, his blood wasn’t exactly rushing to his head.

You whispered a question, asking his name, but his hands were too focused on exploring your body.

"Bruce," he growled, finally breaking the silence. "My name is Bruce." The words came out more tense than he’d anticipated, and he silently prayed you wouldn’t ask anything else—or recognize him as one of Gotham’s elusive big shots.

Bruce’s fingers pressed deeper into your warm, slick heat, curling just right against that sensitive spot that made you see stars. He felt you tighten around him, your body responding to every stroke. With an added finger, he stretched you gently, preparing you for more. His thumb found your clit, drawing tight, deliberate circles as he drove you closer to the edge with relentless precision.

Bruce murmured, "So tight. I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around me," his voice thick with desire. His mouth latched onto your nipple, sucking hard, while his fingers continued their steady rhythm inside you. He felt the tremors in your body, heard your breathy moans, each sound and movement pushing you closer to the edge.

"Come for me," he demanded, his teeth grazing your flesh. "Come on my fingers like a good boy."

And you did, your walls clenching around him as you cried out in pleasure. Bruce guided you through it, prolonging your orgasm and drawing every last drop of ecstasy from your quivering form.

When you finally collapsed back onto the bed, spent and panting, Wayne withdrew his fingers and brought them to his lips. He licked them clean, savoring your taste and scent. It was so sweet and erotic that he felt his cock throb, and all the rationality and chivalry that defined his persona went out the window.

Quickly, the rest of your clothes were removed, and the man with black eye shadow sat on your bed, spreading his thighs and inviting you to suck his cock — a command you immediately obeyed. The sight of you on your knees, your plump lips stretched around his shaft, was almost too much for him.

He tangled his fingers in your hair, guiding your head as you moved up and down, taking him deeper and deeper into your throat, his hips rocking forward to meet your eager tongue. "Just like that, atta boy... Take it all."

He could feel you gagging around him, could hear the wet, obscene sounds of your slurping and sucking. It was music to his ears—a symphony of pleasure that nearly undid him. His other hand found your ass, squeezing the supple flesh as he pulled you closer, pressing his cock deeper down your throat. He could feel you struggling to breathe, could see the tears streaming down your cheeks, but he didn't relent.

"Look at me... I want to see your eyes when you choke on my cock."

He commanded, holding your gaze as you struggled to comply, your eyes watering as you fought for air. But you didn’t pull away or tap out; instead, you leaned in, taking him even deeper until your nose pressed against his pelvis. He was so close to climax, but he held back, wanting to savor this intense connection, feeling your body fully aligned with his.

"No fuck... not yet..." He grunted hoarsely taking his mouth off his cock as he shook trying to hold back his orgasm. "On your hands and knees, now." He ran his hands over your smooth skin, caressing your curves, your softness, a stark contrast to his own hard planes. He was prepared that night, carrying a condom in his jacket pocket, even though he thought the chances of him touching you were zero... Well, apparently not. He positioned himself behind you, the head of his cock nudging against your entrance.

With a slow thrust, he pushed forward, breaking your tight heat. He groaned at the sensation, at the way your walls clenched around him, trying to draw him deeper. He watched his cock disappear inside you, your tight heat enveloping him completely. He could feel every twitch, every pulse of your walls around him, could see the way your body yielded to his, taking him deeper and deeper.

But despite the overwhelming sensations, he remained silent, unsure of how to express the depth of his desire, the intensity of his need. He'd never been good with words, had always been better with actions, with his fists, with his body. You tried to talk to him, however Bruce's hand came down hard on your ass, the sharp sting of the slap echoing in the room. He watched as you jolted forward, your back arching, your head thrown back in ecstasy.

"Shh... Don't talk. Just feel." He punctuated his command with another slap, his fingers digging into the reddening flesh of your ass, holding you in place as he drove into you with renewed vigor. Wayne watched as you came undone beneath him, your body shaking, your walls clenching around his cock. He could feel your release coating his shaft, could hear your sweet whimpers filling the room.

And then he was coming too, his orgasm ripping through him like a tidal wave. He buried himself deep inside you, his hips grinding against your ass as he filled the condom with his seed. He collapsed on top of you, his weight pressing you into the mattress, his breath hot against your neck. For a long moment, he simply held you, savoring the feeling of your body against his, the warmth of your skin, the racing of your heart.

He wasn't used to this, to the intimacy, to the vulnerability. He was better at fighting, at brooding, at being alone... Stalking you was a different thing than finally having you, and he felt no shame in having lied. So he pulled out of you, quickly disposing of the condom before rolling off the bed. He stood there for a moment, his back to you, his hands clenched at his sides.

"I...I should go," he mumbled, not quite meeting your eyes. "I have work to do... It was cool..."

He grabbed his clothes, dressing quickly, efficiently. He didn't know what to say, didn't know how to bridge the gap between what had just happened and what came next... He was used to being your stalker, but now his brain couldn't function after finally getting what he wanted: you.

But he was sure of something, the feeling became more fixed in his chest... He was more addicted in you.

★ ! yanderestarangel©

[readychilledwine]

So I saw a post on Tumblr that read:

“Imagine getting fucked from behind in a broom closet of the house of wind by Rhysand, his fingers in your mouth and his breath against your ear whispering “quiet down pet, you don’t want Feyre to catch us huh?”

And I am so desperate for a fic inspired by this. 👀

I love Feysand so, so much, but the thought of this did something to me.

I love your work so I immediately came to you. If you write it, thank you!!! If not, thank you anyway bc I love all of your work!! Ok byeeeee

.......alright you got me....

Extramarital Escapes

Warnings - smut, affair, slightly dub/con, abuse of power on Rhysand's end

A/n - I don't normally enjoy the idea of an affair and cheating, but I turned this into something I can work with.

Part 2

This was wrong.

So very wrong.

You gasped as Rhys hit that spot inside of you again, growling as you clenched around him.

This was not what you had in mind when he hired you to be their live-in nanny. It had started innocent enough. Rhys would seek out your company when Feyre would head into Velaris. There were short glances, a soft touch to reach around you at times. Those touches slowly became longer, though. They lingered on your waist, the sides of your thighs, your arms. You had thought you were imagining it until Feyre's first trip out of the Court with Nyx.

"Have a drink with me?" He had stopped you from sorting the heir's clothing, tilting your head up to look at him. "They say you aren't supposed to drink alone, Darling."

You had agreed, following him to the cigar room you knew even Feyre never entered. It was his sanctuary. His place to be alone. She had her studio. He had this.

That one drink turned into him getting closer to you on the couch, cornering you between him and it. He tipped the wine back further as you took a sip, trying to get you to relax with this dangerous look in his eyes.

You were pinned below him an hour later, drunk and begging him to fuck you harder, to let you cum. All while he smiled above you, eyes blown out in lust, saying over and over again that you felt exactly like he imagined.

You had told him the next morning it was a one-time thing, that it would never happen again, regardless of if you wanted it to happen. The High Lord simply smirked, undressing you with his eyes all over again. "We will see."

He cornered and took you anytime he wanted after that.

On his desk after Feyre would fall asleep.

On the table when she was out of the house and Nyx was down for a nap.

In your room during the dead of night when he decided his wife wouldn't satisfy his need to feel complete control and power over someone.

You had told him this morning that you were done. If he continued to touch you after this, you would tell Azriel, Cassian, or Feyre, believing one of them would protect you from him.

You loved Nyx and he was why you had put up with being Rhysand's whore for so long, but you needed it to end. You needed the guilt to stop eating you alive at night. You knew you were worth more, are worth more.

Rhysand had again smiled. "You love your job, don't you, y/n?" You nodded, eyes watering. "And in your contract, it is stated your job is to ensure the happiness of my family, correct?" You nodding again. "Then I suppose if you are not willing to fulfill that obligation, I should find a new nanny."

He knew he had you as you took a shaky breath, tears rolling down your face at the idea of never seeing his son again. "I'd hate to take him away from you. He loves you so much, and it is so very clear you love him."

"Rhys, please," you felt him pull you to him, slotting you between his legs as he sat on his desk. "I just can't keep being a mated males whore."

His face softened, hand moving to hold your chin. "You are not my whore. You are my escape. If you do not want that, if you do not want to be loved by me, then we have so few options."

You looked up and away from him. "I just want to take care of Nyx. Like I was hired to do."

"Then you do so on my conditions."

That was how you found yourself, chest pressed against the wall in an unused broom closet. The High Lord pounding you from behind, his fingers down your waiting throat to silence your cries.

You felt your eyes roll back, moaning loudly as you sucked those digits. His other hand was on your clit, circling the bundle of nerves in time with each heavy drag of his cock. "Shush," he growled in your ear. "Gotta be quiet, darling. You wouldn't want Feyre to catch us, would you?" He nipped your pointed ear, causing your walls to twitch around him. "Acting like you don't love my cock inside of you this morning, but now here we are. Sure, it feels like you love it when I'm inside of you. Don't you?"

You could only nod, eyes squeezing shut and moaning more as his hips met the plush skin of your ass over and over, driving into you again and again.

You could feel your orgasm building waiting for him to give the command to let go, and suddenly, he stopped. Pulling out of you and slapping your aching cunt. "This is your punishment for trying to end things with me," he whispered into your ear. "If you're a good girl the rest of the day, maybe I will let you cum tonight when she goes to Rita's with the girls."

He left you there, wet and aching for him in that broomcloset. You sunk down the wall, head falling to your knees.

A few hours later, you had finally gotten Nyx down for the night. You sighed, heading to Rhysand's office to let him know the heir was sleeping, that you would tend to him during the night since Feyre was gone, but two hushed voices had you stopping.

"You have to tell her," a feminine voice stated. "I don't want her to quit over this. Nyx loves her, Rhys."

"I know," Rhysand's voice was barely audible. "She tried today. I had to manipulate her into staying before I fucked her in the broom closet. You were supposed to catch us and join us."

You covered your mouth, hiding the gasp you made before standing silently. Feyre sighed on the other side of the door, "I got busy. Azriel had reports, and he was looking for you. I had to lie to him, Rhys. I don't want to keep lying to our family about her and what she is to us."

"Then let's replan it for next week. Since you are supposed to be out of the house. I wanted to give her the weekend off. I'm scared if I do now, she won't come back."

You walked away, having heard enough information, yet not enough all at the same time.

You could not tell if you were angry, excited, curious. You went to your room, closing and locking the door.

As you bathed, the side of you that hated games began to emerge, and you began a plan of your own. In that moment, you decided one thing, if Rhysand and Feyre wanted to play, you'd play too.

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Rhys tag list:

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[bimboyaoi]

okay, this is my first time posting fics on Tumblr, so sorry if the formatting is a bit wonky 🩷 Hope you guys like it!

warning: suggestive content

Summer heat

Billy still doesn't know why he let you into the team. You were too young, too inexperienced, too distracted, you were an airhead and a real-life Polly pocket, not bright enough to go on the missions.

But somehow, despite all of that, you were a genius when it came to computers. Codes, hacking your way to getting information, breaking firewalls. So it's not like you were a complete liability to the team.

You may not have been a liability, but by God, had you become a distraction. As the days got warmer, your outfits got shorter.

He knew you weren't doing it on purpose, rilling him up and having him hold back the urge to just press you against the nearest wall and put you in your place, that you were only trying to survive the hot NYC days just like everyone else in the team, but Jesus, it's not like anyone else in the team had thighs like yours.

Today especially, you looked divinely distracting, leaning against his desk as you babbled about computers and codes. And he wanted to pay attention, he did, but he was using all his remaining energy to focus on your face so he wouldn't look at how gorgeous your tits looked on that tank top.

His attention is brought back to you as you call out for him with a worried look.

"Boss? Are you good? You saw distant..." You say as you eye his face, searching for any signs of injuries.

He chuckles before waving you off, a bit ashamed he got caught. "Don't worry about it, Luv. Just tired."

And there it is. That expression you do every time he calls you a pet name or praises you. The way you look with your cheeks flushed and your lips parted like that drives him wild. He can't recall the amount of times he had stayed up at night, jacking off just at the thought of ruining you.

Unsurprisingly, you seemed oblivious to your effects on him. Anyone whose brain hadn't been fried by computers and energy drinks would have noticed it by now. But he was dealing with you. His tech genius polly pocket.

"I-I'll go back to my desk now... To finish gathering the information!" You say with a nervous laugh, refusing to look him in the eye.

He looked around the spacious office, that was empty except for you and him. Maybe it was finally time to be bold and strike.

"Actually..." He says with a smirk, softly grabbing your hand. "Why don't you help me with a little something?" Gently leading your hand to his upper thigh.

You look back at him with wide eyes, face even redder than before. He laughs as you stumble with words while trying to say something.

"What? Are these little slutty outfits just for show then? Don't tell me you haven't done this before, doll." He says, tone almost demeaning as he guides your hand higher to his crotch.

"No- I have... But-" You stammer and he chuckles again.

"But what? I've seen the way you look at me, luv. Honestly, we're doing each other a favor by doing this. Don't ya think so?" He says as he brings up one of his hands to softly caress your cheek.

You look up at him with big eyes, softly biting your lips as you nod and kneel in front of him.

He smirked and leaned back against his chair. "That's it. Now be a good girl and suck daddy's cock."

If anyone wants me to continue it, plz let me know :3

[oneshotnewbie]

Hello! I hope you're well :)

Would you so kindly be able to do an Emily Prentiss x victim child!reader where reader is kind of young, maybe like between 6-10 and they've been held captive by the UnSub for weeks now and when the team finally finds the location, reader has gone mute and very cautious/scared of everyone and only allows (to an extent) Emily near them? Since she's the one who first finds them? Emily is very patient and comforts reader even if they don't speak and such. But reader eventually becomes comfortable enough to speak again, using short sentences and few words with Emily (maybe even some other team members, too).

Emily could possibly take them in but that part can be up to you!

I can't wait to see more of your work btw, you're so good!! Thx! Xoxo 💘

⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️ This one-shot includes the topics of abuse, trauma, child neglecting, punishments and the plots are presented. If this triggers you too easily or you just can´t handle the subject, I urge you NOT to read this work. I am NOT embellishing this topic under any circumstance. Read at your own risk.

Authors note: I have tried my best to accommodate this request. I have to say that I changed the request a little because I didn't want to write a 6 year old child being kidnapped by a stranger, so I just had to do it with the father who has a criminal record. I also had to shorten it and basically skip a period of time in order to fulfill the second part of the request. I hope it is still okay. Also had to split it into two parts, Tumblr wouldn't let me post it all at once ♥

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Walls. Excessive tightness.

You did not know how long you had been in that closet, and you did not want to know either. Far too exhausted from all the panic attacks and the walls threatening to crush you. Your stomach was growling like it had been ever since your father decided to punish you for everything you did.

Your hands were shaking, your eyes were glassy, but you were long past crying. That only made things worse. Your father knew no mercy, and certainly not for his scared and crying little daughter.

Sometimes you imagined what it would be like if you actually suffocated in that closet. Better to suffocate from the reducing air than to be suffocated by your own father. You would not grow old, you would not reach the age of 10. You were sure of that. You were convinced that something would happen to you before your next birthday. But so far you had gotten older every year and every birthday you were sure that it would be your last.

Your father would not let you sleep in your bed anymore, but at least today it was in the closet and not in the gazebo that you had to sleep in. It was late autumn and in the arbor, the roof of which had tiny holes, there was a risk of hypothermia and finally freezing to death. Your hand, which was squeezed between the closet door and your thigh, had now fallen asleep and despite your constant shaking, you felt immensely hot. You noticed your face starting to glow again- you had a fever from the cold that blew through the room at night. You carefully pulled your hand out from under your leg, hitting your head on one of the wooden insert panels of the shelves, causing a dull thud as it came loose and fell onto your body.

Your heart skipped a beat before stopping briefly, you squinted for a moment, hoping that the noise had gone unnoticed and that your father had disappeared from his guarding position in front of the closet and was downstairs in front of the TV. But then you heard footsteps, quiet and muffled through the ajar door and the wood that surrounded you. It sounded nothing like your father and his firm, jagged steps and you begged that you had not misheard and were now in for a lot of trouble.

The door creaked and your breathing became increasingly quicker. You did not mishear. You closed your eyes tightly, trying to calm yourself and prepare yourself for what was to come. If your father saw you so upset, he might keep you here longer or deny you food for the next few days.

The key turned in the lock that locked the two doors together and you heard them slowly open, but did not dare to look outside. The fear of provoking your father when you greedily gasped for fresh air and light was too great. You felt a slight breeze on your bare shoulders and cheeks. Still, you kept your eyes closed, hoping to avoid your fate.

Instead of your father's disapproving shouts and rough hands that would normally drag you out of the closet, there was only a careful, barely noticeable touch on your shoulder. When you raised your eyes, you saw a strange woman with black hair. "Hey, sweetie. I am from the police, you are safe now," the older woman's eyes were glassy. She seemed unsettled, as if she was afraid of breaking you with one wrong move, as if you were made of delicate mass. "You can come out now, your father can not hurt you anymore."

You nodded and a few moments later she had pulled you out of the closet, carefully and slowly so as not to hurt you, and immediately drawn you into her arms. You just let it happen, completely unable to understand that this was a foreign woman you were clinging to.

Your father had forbidden you from speaking to strangers and your fear of upsetting your dad was huge. But something about her voice made you give in. "I am Emily. What is your name?" she asked and rubbed your back soothingly, your courage to speak failing you. When the rest of her team stormed into the room a moment later and looked down at you in front of the open door, you panicked and shook yourself away from her before returning to the closet where you felt safe.

A hand signal directed to Derek and Hotch, they disappeared silently from the bare room with the remaining SWAT workers and left her alone with you. It took some time for you to gain confidence and crawl out of the wooden wardrobe again. The young woman had talked her head off with various topics in order to give you a feeling of reassurance.

You followed Emily's hand movements carefully, and at the sight of the little package of gummy bears, your mouth watered and your stomach began to make itself known. "Someone is really hungry!" She whispered and smiled softly before opening the small package and holding it out to you.

You carefully sat up, occasionally glancing at the door so that you could move back into the closet as quickly as possible in case of an emergency. But nothing happened. The black-haired woman pointed uncertainly but grinning at the package. "The green ones are my favorite. And what are yours?" you rummaged through the tiny package with your fingers until you held a red gummy bear between your fingers and showed it to her. "The red ones? Uhh, they are yummy!"

You jumped away while the first bite, she had raised her hand too quickly. She shook her head, swallowing hard. Emily had not thought for a split second. “Can I feel your forehead?”she asked after a short hesitation and you nodded, afraid of upsetting her like your father, granting her permission.

She gently placed her hand on your sweat-covered forehead. You were feverish. She slowly lowered her hand carefully again and watched you as you hesitantly gnawed on a gummy bear. Your father did not like it when you just wolfed down your food and often had taken it away when fell into a deep hunger.

Emily continued to watch you, her eyes sad and exhausted. You cocked your head, wondering if you had done something wrong. When your eyes met for a moment, you hesitantly reached for her free hand and placed her favorite gummy bear in her palm.

You found a kind of care and hope in her presence. Hope that you can still lead a normal life and never be locked in the closet by your father again. Emily caught the very first smile you gave her before you stood up and carefully fell into her arms. "Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?" she giggled softly, her heart swelling and beginning to pound wildly.

"No,"

Surprisingly, she widened her eyes while keeping her mouth wide open. After hours spent in this cold room with only forensics downstairs doing their work, she had finally managed to hear your gentle and childlike voice.

[cliffbar-booth]

Can you PLEASEEEE write some smut for Peter Whitman💔 I’M ON MY KNEES

Shenanigans PART ONE

tumblr wouldn't let me post the whole thing

warnings: idfk daddy kink and overstimulation

"You're mine," he whispered, his thumb gently caressing my skin, his breath fanning over my face. The words came tumbling out of his mouth without pause, like a man who had thought about this countless times before. His eyes darkened as he leaned toward me, his lips hovering over mine as though he was afraid to break the spell. His tongue flicked out quickly to taste my bottom lip, which trembled ever so slightly. "I know we should wait until the wedding to get married… and then i can take care of you properly. But i can't think of anything better than marrying you now. Not even a wedding night. Do you agree, slut?"He spoke quietly, his gaze darkening even more as he uttered the last word. he knew she like those petnames, especially at times like these. She always flushed whenever he called her 'slut,' and if he told her to 'fucking lay down on the bed and suck me off,' she would do so without hesitation. She would always tell him, with complete honesty that she loved him, that she didn't need anyone else. She needed him. She would do anything for him. She would give herself to him completely. He slammed his lips against hers passionately, grinding his cock against her pussy, their hips touching often. His hand snaked down between our bodies, cupping my ass possessively as he groaned deeply. She moaned loudly and arched her back against him, pressing his cock deeper inside her sex as her hands slid down his chest, running along the front of his pants. His hands moved to her backside, pulling her closer as he rubbed against her, making her moan louder still. his hands slipped under her dress to cup her breasts gently. y/n gasped and shivered under his touch, arching her back more aggressively. Her legs wrapped around his waist as her palms traveled up his back. His fingers continued to move inside her sex as he ground himself against her, his cock rubbing against her clit. She whimpered and squirmed beneath him, her body trembling as she felt his cock throbbing against her. He groaned and pressed his forehead against hers, breathing heavily. "I love you, y/n. I love you so much." He whispered, kissing her again. She moaned and pushed her hips against his, rocking herself against him desperately. Her hands ran through his hair as her thighs squeezed around his waist tighter. He groaned and gripped her thighs, lifting her easily. y/n shrieked and wrapped her legs around his waist, holding on tightly as he carried her bridal style to the bedroom. His large hands gripped her legs, stroking them slowly as he walked. y/n moaned and bit her lip, her cheeks flushed red as she felt his cock pulsating against her pussy. He laid her down on the bed and climbed on top of her, his hands moving to her breasts once more. He sucked one nipple into his mouth while his other hand massaged her clit. y/n moaned, biting her lower lip as she writhed underneath him. She threw her head back in pleasure as he stroked her clit faster, her movements becoming rougher. She bucked her hips up towards him as he reached his goal. He growled low in his throat as he pumped harder, his erection brushing against her. He thrust harder, moaning her name as she came with a shuddering gasp. She collapsed beneath him, panting as she lay on the mattress. She felt spent. Every inch of her ached from his passion. She smiled up at him, her lips wet and swollen from his kisses. He grinned at her and sat up, reaching behind himself to undo his belt and unzip his pants. y/n watched, mesmerized, as he freed his penis from his briefs. She gasped, feeling her own arousal stir inside her. He smirked down at her and strode back to the edge of the bed, bending down to pull off his shoes. As he stood back up, he looked down at her and smiled mischievously.

[tinybeebo]

Bored

Cg! Rose Tyler and Little! 10th Doctor

Word count: 1.4k

A/N: New blog babyyy. Just remembered that I can post my works on Tumblr! I figure i'd make a blog solely dedicated to age-regression :)

AO3

 “Roseeeeee” 

Rose looked up from her phone to see the doctor, his body sprawled out on the couch where he was hung upside down. His X-Men comic was discarded off to the side, forgotten about. 

  “Yes, Doctor?” 

  “I’m boredddd” he whined 

Rose let out a soft chuckle

  “Well, what do you want me to do about that, hmm? We’ve played all the board games we have, made several puzzles, and you finished two video games!” She said, her tone lighthearted. 

The doctor was very hard to keep stimulated, whether little or not. 

He pouted and began to consider what they could do. 

 “Oh! I know!” He exclaimed after a moment

He swings his legs forward, rolling over himself into an upright position on the floor. Then continue to walk, well,  toddle  to Rose across the room. He didn’t bother to truly stand up, instead, he remained on his knees. Rose cringed slightly, the friction against the floor must be terrible for Doctor pants. Which reminded her, she ought to go searching through the TARDIS wardrobe, surely there was something more  little friendly  compared to his iconic suit. 

The doctor was a rather rough little, and she knew the doctor would not be pleased with his little self for wrecking the suit. 

The Doctor eventually reached her, plopping his head on her thigh, 

  “Hi!” He smiled brightly at her.

Rose smiled and waited expectedly for her little doctor's idea he seemed to have. 

Instead, the Doctor looked back up at her, his smile fading into a confused pout. 

 “What?” His face scrunched up

 ��“Well, I thought you had an idea, Doctor.” 

 “Oh yeah, it was a rather brilliant idea too. Oh well!” He said, leaning his head toward Rose’s hand, nudging slightly. Rose ran her hand through his fluffy hair, taking note that it was a little greasy. 

He was due for a bath. 

Rose looked out the window. They were at her home currently. No multi-dimensional travel whilst the doctor was little. 

She sighed, it was getting late, her mother would be home soon and she would rather not explain the Doctor's childness to her. 

She looked back down at the Doctor, still scratching his scalp. His eyes were close, very content with the physical affection. Whining when she stopped. 

 “Doctor, I have an idea.” She stated simply

 “Hmph?” He huffed, his head buried into her thigh. 

She tapped at his head, making him lift his head, which he did so reluctantly. 

  “How about we get some grub in ya, bathe you, and call it a night?” 

The Doctor looked at her like she had gone mad. 

 “No!” he dropped his head back to her thigh, grumbling. 

Rose should have known he wouldn't like this idea. Although, she had still yet to realize that most children aren't big fans of things such as bedtimes or broccoli and that this applied to the Doctor when in this state. 

Rose wasn't looking for a temper tantrum and was quickly thinking of a bribe. 

 “We can cuddle after your bath, and Arthur should be done in the wash, so you'll have him tonight.” 

The Doctor picked up his head at the mention of his beloved stuffed horse. 

He did want his Arthur, plus cuddles seemed like a great idea. 

He took his head off Rose’s thigh and leaned back, lifting his arms at Rose. 

  “Up.” he made a grabbing motion with his hands. 

Rose scooped him up effortlessly, allowing the Doctor to wrap his limbs around her like a baby Koala. He buries his head into her neck, sighing softly. 

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Dinner had proven to be a difficult feat, as the Doctor was truly having none of it. 

He had been slowly regressing into a younger headspace and was currently sitting at about 4 years old. 

Rose had originally planned on having meat and potatoes, as that was what her mother had leftover in the fridge and could easily be heated up, but the Doctor refused.

She dropped the fork in defeat, slumping against her arm and sighing. 

  “Doctor, why don't you want to eat?” she asked tiredly

  “It's yucky!” The Doctor turned his head away as he saw Rose pick up the fork again. 

  “No, it isn't, look!” She shoved the food into her mouth, immediately spitting it back out. 

  “I told you” he giggled, watching Rose chug down a glass of water.

She wiped her mouth on her sleeve, “Mum never was a great cook.” she laughed. 

Rose got up, taking the plate of offensive food with her and dumping it into the bin. She placed the plate into the sink and turned to look at the Doctor. He sat backward to face Rose, long limbs tangling to sit crisscross, hands folded in his lap. 

Rose knew that there was nothing in the fridge that could be used as dinner, as they didn't eat in the TARDIS frequently. Which meant she would have to go to the shop, unfortunately. She might as well cater to the Doctor's wants, food-wise at least, 

  “Doctor, what do you want to eat?” She asked reluctantly. 

The Doctor did not hesitate to answer. 

  “Hotdogs!” 

She smiled softly at the boy, it wasn't the worst choice and it shall do for tonight. She walked over to him and kissed him on the forehead and then started to head toward the door, motioning him to follow, the Doctor happily complied. 

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Luckily for Rose, there was a shop around the corner from where they parked the TARDIS. 

They walked, Rose holding the Doctor’s hand. He walked rather fast, excited to be outside. 

They enter the shop, Rose going to grab a basket but the Doctor insists she gets a trolley instead, having already settled himself in one. Rose obliged, pushing a pleased Doctor around the shop, ignoring the stares from bypassers. She had grown quite used to them anyhow. 

The poor Doctor barely fit in the trolley, his legs pressed against his chest, but he was content and Rose had no intent in spoiling that. 

They went around the shop, Rose picking up the necessities and the Doctor's hot dogs of course.

Rose happened to walk down the baby aisle, causing a reaction from the Doctor. 

  “What is it? What do you want, Doctor?” Rose asked, confused. 

The Doctor never really enjoyed baby things while in headspace, typically sitting in an adolescent headspace and occasionally toddler headspace like now. 

The Doctor whined, pointing at the shelf. Rose walked around the cart and headed over to the shelf, grabbing several things from the general direction the Doctor was pointing. She presented him with a Blue Sippy covered in consultations, a puppy-dog lovey that doubles as a tether, and a green dummy. He grabs the lovey and turns back around. Rose put back the dummy but placed the sippy into the cart. ‘No harm in having it,’ she thought and continued through the shop. 

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They had gotten home and the Doctor fed, which meant it was time for a bath. 

To Rose’s surprise, the Doctor had happily obliged to the idea, heading off to the bathroom himself. Not that she was complaining, just… surprised. 

She had the bath already set, ready for the Doctor. It was filled with bubbles and a few toys to keep him entertained.  Rose stood against the doorway, making sure the Doctor got in the bath and settle. Most of the time, Rose would leave the Doctor alone after that, as he was old enough to wash himself and preferred if Rose didn’t stay in the room. Rose went to walk away which spouted protest from the Doctor. 

  “Yes, Doctor?’’ 

  “Stay, please?” 

The Doctor looked up at her hopefully, a toy boat clutched in his hand. 

  “Of course, Love.” 

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The Doctor was curled up against Rose, Arthur tucked under his arm, snoring softly. Rose comb through his slightly damped hair. They had ended the day with the Doctor in true infant headspace. Which was new to Rose, but she’ll learn, like she always did. Plus the Doctor was somehow even cuter when this little, Rose loved it. 

Rose reached over to pull a blanket over them and snuggled into the Doctor a little more, wrapping her arms around him protectively. Falling into a deep sleep herself. 

[andy-clutterbuck]

7x15 | Something They Need

[joelslegalwhre]

You're welcome gruffi

pairing⁀➷ august walker x fem!reader

word count ⁀➷ 530+ (another short drabble)

summary⁀➷ You know who August is, who he really is, and even though you don't like his plans you help him

warnings⁀➷ mention of violence, reader has questionable morals(?), soft!august but only for you

a/n⁀➷ Tell me if i missed a warning please!

Loud music blasted through the club as you entered.

Sweaty, drunk people dancing all around you. Various people were shouting something in French, laughing and holding each other.

Your dress hugged your body, and you could feel gazes lingering on you. But you focused on searching the crowd for one person.

Your lips curled into a smile when you saw him.

August, with Hunt right behind him, walked towards the men's restroom. And so did you.

You've let them fight for long enough now, hearing the glass shattering and them groan in pain. You could only imagine how the room would look like by now. Slowly you pushed the door open, just the slightest bit to steal a glance at the scene.

When „Lark" grabbed August by his collar, kicking him to the ground, you've had enough.

No one touched your man, except for you. With one swift movement, you got your gun out of the holster on your thigh.

Hunt on the other hand had other plans, panting heavily before running towards „Lark” pushing him straight through one of the walls on the ground.

When you saw the man had pointed a gun at Hunt, you shot. Aiming at his shoulder, your shot was accurate to the millimeter, „Lark” groaning and falling to the ground.

Hunt aimed the gun, that „Lark" had dropped, at you, his hands lightly trembling.

Your heels clicked on the white tile floor as you entered, closing the door behind you. „No need for that." you pointed your chin to the gun in Hunt's hands as you walked to August.

His lips curled into a proud smile as he watched you walk towards him. It was just for a split second and if you wouldn't know him as good as you did, you would've thought you just imagined it.

„You could've done that sooner." August grunted as he still laid on the floor.

„You're welcome, gruffi." you grinned and bent down to him. August had propped himself up on his elbow so he could look at you.

Putting the gun down next to you, your fingers gently touching his cheek,

„lt's not that bad Baby." you still grinned as he sat up.

„How would you know?" he cheekily asked and gently grabbed your neck to pull you closer.

"Let me check then." you chuckled, lowering your lips on his.

With closed eyes he grunted into the kiss, his grip on your neck tightening a little. Augusts lips were made for yours, and mixed with his scent you couldn’t get enough from him nor his lips.

But right then, you opened your eyes and leaned back, August's hand dropping down on your lap. „Mhm, think you're good, Walker." you grinned.

His hand started caressing your tight.

August definitely hadn't been finished kissing you yet.

„Whatever. he grumpily mumbled. And that exactly was the reason for his nickname, he was as grumpy as gruffi gummi from the Gummi Bears and you loved to tease him with it.

„What... uhm?" Hunt let out confused. „Nice to meet you." you smiled at him, introducing yourself with your name, still on August’s lap.

„So," you said to both men, leaning on August's big thigh to get up easier.

You turned to the man who supposedly was Lark.

You clearly knew he wasn't, but Hunt didn't have to know that. „What now?"

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[sleepyfaequeen]

EYE CANDY 🍬 Part 1

Yakuza! Yandere!Genji x fem!reader

Summary: You get drugged up in a dance club with none of you're friends there to assist you. Unfortunately for you someone noticed.

Pairing: Yakuza!Yandere!Genji x reader

Warning(s): drugs, alcohol, implied assualt, MDNI, 18+ content ahead!

A/n: Just a quick one-shot. Unsure if this will have a part two. I'm new to Tumblr so bare with me. I am still learning to post on here. I really hope you guys enjoy my writing.

The entire room was spinning, the flashing colored lights seemed much more brighter, the music muffled but it was loud enough to vibrate the entire dance club. Regardless it was enough to make (Y/n) aware that she was drugged. Her mother had warned her long ago about these places and how one day it could happen. But she never thought it would ever happen to her. The feeling of someone moving to sit next to her wasn't enough to catch her attention. In fact, she could care less as the man let his fingers graze her cheek.

"Ah..?" She moans in response as the simple touch made her feel so.. hot.

"Don't worry.. I won't hurt a defenseless woman." The voice said and she managed to turn her head to look at the man speaking to her. Reassuring her that he wouldn't do anything to harm her. "You poor, poor girl." His voice sounded like he was mocking her. She could see he had dyed green hair and in a suit. He wasn't security so her next guess was that he was possibly a well off man. "You don't look like your from here.." he said with a thick Asain accent following his words.

"I'm from.. my house." She swore he heard him chuckle and he passes her a glass. 'Water?' She thinks as she brings it up to her glossy lips and drinks. More alcohol.

"Do you have a name?" He asked as he let's his fingers trail down her cheek, his thumb brushing against those supple glossy painted lips. They stood out more than the color of her flustered cheeks.

"Name?" She thinks and it almost seems like she spaces out before he removes his hand and let's his fingers trail down her shoulder, her arm and stop just at her hip. He let's his thumb slide down her dress, eyes studying and his thumb feeling how soft and warm her skin was.

So soft, he notes.

"Yes, it's.. (Y-.. (Y/n)." She nodes to assure herself as he takes a moment to take in her name. It was unique to him because of how different it was to the ones he would often hear or repeat. He let's his fingers take her bag, look at her phone which was unlocked and he makes sure to type her number down in his contacts, making sure to add his to her contacts. Regardless, if he wanted to see her again his men could easily track her down.

Unbeknownst to her, Genji's eyes were looking at her attire. Admiring how that tight black dress hugged her waist so well. The way the dress split at one side of her leg to show off her thigh. Her hair was short and curled so naturally just behind her ear. To him, she was like a fine glass of wine.

He's slept with a few women in Hanamura to know that women like her were a rare sight. Sadly, he wouldn't feel right with taking advantage of someone so helpless. He looks around, seeing if there was anyone approaching. Perhaps a friend or lover?

No, everyone was too busy dancing, taking selfies, getting drunk or making out. It was usual to not notice someone getting drugged up and end up in a bad place without anyone noticing.

He was going to call her a taxi. That was the plan.

"You're really cute up close." He blinks, not expecting this sudden sentence to leave a woman's lips.

"What?" He flinched as she cupped his face, his cheeks to be exact.

"You have such chubby cheeks too." She smiles and he can't help but melt. This reaction was something he was new to. Affection from a woman at a club but one that thought he was cute. Surely, she was paid to tell him that but he doubted that since she was drugged up. He looks to his left and raised a hand to stop his guard from possibly pinning her down.

"Now why did you have to say that..?" His smile was probably the last thing she saw before blacking out.

[dckweed]

can you do a hurt/comfort or angst/fluff with reader x jonathan byers? preferably the reader comforting jonathan after maybe something to do with his father or will going missing or something? maybe like the reader reassuring him its okay and that they will be with him through all of it?

sad gal hours with this one :( hope you enjoy babes! sorry this took so long, my last post took it out of me lol.

p.s. im low-key in a dark mood so this might come out a little bit darker than i meant it too and im so so sorry

p.s. i had a whole lot written, more than what was below and then tumblr glitched and didn't save my draft so now it's shorter than what i meant it to be.

warnings: no age limit bc no smut, mentions of death, lots of sadness. ive been told that i have an unfortunate gift for making people very strongly feel the emotions of my characters, so this is your official warning that you may slip tears if ive done my job correctly today. also i generally don't proof read or edit so sorry for any spelling mistakes.

'.. THICK AND THIN..' jonathan byers x reader

It was a dreary, cold day in Hawkins Indiana. A large group of people clad in all black stood staring around a large, deep hole in the nearly frozen ground, a casket directly above it.

The Byers family were burying their youngest, a boy named Will, whom you had come to love deeply in your time of knowing him. He was like a little brother to you as well, you being a constant in their home as of late.

You stood next to Jonathan, your hand squeezing his tightly. You could feel how tense he was, you knew he was upset by his father's presence, he hadn't cared one damn bit when Will had first gone missing, so why did he even bother showing up now? Knowing Lonnie, and you knew the stories of course, it was probably because he wanted something, or was trying to take some kind of advantage of the distraught, heart broken Joyce.

You couldn't help but look around at all of the people who had showed up, the ones that actually did care about the boy and his family. You noticed Mike Wheeler just in front of you, tears falling from his eyes. You reached a hand over, squeezing his shoulder. You felt bad for the boys, you loved Will's friends, and it was clear how bad his bunch of goofball buddies missed him.

When the service was over, and everyone who came had finished saying their 'im sorry's' and had shaken Lonnie's hand, you and Lonnie managed to get Joyce and Jonathan to the car.

You didn't care for Lonnie, but you were thankful he was at least helpful in this situation. You say in the back with Jonathan has he drove, your hand gripping his tightly. You knew that he wanted to break down, but he wouldn't let himself because his mother was already a crumbling broken mess big enough for the two of them, you had told Jonathan that you didn't mind shouldering the job of picking up everyone's pieces, but he wouldnt let you do it by yourself.

Once you were back at the Byers house you helped Jonathan inside, laying your coat on his bed before sitting next him after shutting his bedroom door. You could hear the bathroom door close down the hall, and the shower kick on.

Jonathan was stiff, and he had a hard look on his face. You could tell that he was trying very hard not to cry. Not knowing what else to do, you take his face in your hands, moving so you're sitting on his lap.

"Hey, hey...it's okay to cry, Jonathan.." You say, giving him what you hoped was a reassuring enough look, you felt his hands on your thighs, squeezing so lightly you couldn't even tell they were there. You moved your hands down to your shoulders, pushing his jacket off of them and down his arms. "Come on, let's get you into something more comfortable."

You stood, moving off of his lap before going to his dresser, you pulled out a Tshirt and some pajama pants for him and moved back to him, he was still sat there unmoving. You give a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth, running your hands through his hair before unbuttoning his shirt and sliding it off of his shoulders as well.

It took you a few minutes but after a while you had him dressed in a green tshirt and plaid pajama pants, you straightened up after putting his pants on for him and immediately he engulfs you in a hug, his arms wrapping around you to the point where you feel as if you're suffocating, but you don't tell him to let go, you wrap your arms just as tightly around him, letting your head rest against his chest.

His mouth his pressed to the top of your hair, and you feel his body shake as he lets out a sob, and then another one, and before you know it, you're collapsed on his floor in a heap, holding on to him as tightly as you can, trying to comfort him as best as you can as he shakes and sobs and snots all over you.

It lasts for a while, you sit there happily until he calms down, moving his head into your lap as you go to play with his hair. You gave him a soft smile, looking at him almost sadly, you hated that he was going through this, that his mom was probably just as bad. You wished that you knew how to comfort both of them, that you could go back in time and fix this entire situation.

"Thank you..for everything." You hear him sniffle, his voice soft and quiet, laced with sadness. "You don't have to be here, Y/N, you don't have to care like you do, but you do and you have no idea how grateful i am every day that you're here.."

You smile, leaning down to kiss his head before tapping his cheek gently. "Hey, I made you a promise, remember?" You say, giving him a look. "I may have made it when I was drunk off my ass, but i still meant what I said...you're stuck with me, through Thick and Thin, remember?"

Jonathan shifts, looking up at you, his mouth opening as if he's about to say something, but he stops, both of you turn your heads towards his bedroom door as you hear shouting, and you both get to your feet immediately, the sweet moment ruined.

[falcqns]

idk if you’re still taking these with the new rules so if you aren’t please just ignore me lol but do you think daddy andy would help baby shave? (or any of the daddy’s in your aus honestly) i think that would be so cute🥺

okay wait this is such a cute idea so im gonna do all of them 🥺🥺

𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞

✰ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: daddy!Andy Barber x little!Reader (Baby), daddy!Geralt of Rivia x little!Reader, daddy!Bucky Barnes x little!Reader (Plum), daddy!August Walker x little!Reader, daddy!Chris Evans x foster!little!Reader (+ bonus mama!Reader helping little!Chris and mama!Reader helping little!Bucky!)

✰ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you're daddies help you shave, and you help your boys shave!

✰ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: cg/l, ddlg, mdlb, shaving, mentions of hospitals and abusive relationships. if i missed anything pls let me know!

✰ 𝐚/𝐧: this was so cute and i love this concept sm 🥺🥺🥺🥺 i added my au daddies, and a few from upcoming fics that are in the works, along with the (sort of) premise of each story!

to who ever reads this: don't bother asking for a part two, you won't get it. i am the owner of this fic, and this blog, and I, and only I, will decided what fic gets a part two and when. respect me and my wishes or get off my blog. thanks!

don't forget to read and reblog, and i do not give permission for my works to be posted anywhere other than tumblr. thank you.

"sit still Bubba," Andy said, rubbing the shaving cream into your soft, freshly showered skin. "Dada doesn't want to nick you with this." he said, showing your purple razor.

"otay, Dada," you babbled back, your hands wrapped around your stuffed dolphin. you hummed as you watched Andy glide the razor up your leg, and over your knee. he reached your inner thigh, and you giggled. "'ickles, Dada!" you exclaimed around your paci, and Andy chuckled.

"sorry, Bubba." he said as he switched legs, repeating the action, smiling again when you giggled at his actions again. "there, pretty girl." he said, rinsing the razor off and putting it away. "all done!"

you stood up, and rubbed your clean shaven legs together. you giggled and bounced and lifted your arms up for Andy to lift you. "t'ank you, Dada." you said, and Andy kissed your forehead, despite wanting to kiss your lips.

"you're welcome honey."

"you must sit still, flower." Geralt said, dipping the piece of metal that Geralt had sharpened and shaped into a straight razor to use on his face into a small cup of water. "i do not want you hurting yourself."

"yes, Papa." you whispered, hands curling into the material of the dress that you were wearing. you had only been with Geralt for a few weeks now, and you were still nervous around him. he was big, and you knew he could crush you without a second thought. you'd seen it with your own eyes, but you hoped he wouldn't.

he ran the razor up your leg, humming a tune as he did so. you gazed out the window of the inn, and smiled when you saw Jaskier walking back in from collecting some food from the market. you had tried the food at the inn and didn't like it, so Geralt sent the Bard on a mission to get you something you would tolerate.

"Papa," you said in your sweet voice.

"yes, my flower?" he said, looking up at you as he switched legs, a smile on his face.

"Uncle Jaskier is back," you said, and Geralt smiled.

"well, that's good. we can get your tummy full before going to bed."

you babbled around your paci as Bucky slowly shaved your legs. you were going to Bruce for some testing tomorrow, and your legs and nether region had to be free of all hair so that Bruce could get to the bottom of what happened to you.

you giggled when Bucky blew on your freshly shaved skin. he smiled up at you, and tickled your belly lightly, making you shriek in laughter. "god, i love that sound," Bucky said to himself, picking up the razor once more and working on the rest of your body as you showed him your Bucky Bear that your Uncle Tony had given you.

"Dada!" you said, his title being the only word you said. "a'Da!" you said, shoving the bear in his face.

"Plum, Daddy has to see to do this. he doesn't want to hurt you." he said, kissing your belly and angling your arms above your head as he continued to shave your legs.

"no!" you shrieked, sitting on your bum and crossing your arms. "no wanna!"

"i know, princess." August said, crouching down to eye level with you. "but we need to. you need to look professional for tomorrow." he said, dread filling his stomach at the thought of you taking the stand against that man tomorrow. "why don't you want to?" he asked softly, and you whimpered.

"'cawed." you whispered, and August sighed, sitting down and pulling you into his lap.

"my little princess." he whispered, rubbing your back. "i will not hurt you." he said, kissing your forehead. "you know that Daddy will do anything to protect you, right?" he said, and you nodded, cuddling into his wide chest. "good. maybe we can find you some dress pants instead of a skirt, would that make you feel better?" he asked, and you nodded.

"okay, princess. let's get you sorted."

"okay, darling." Chris said, maneuvering you to sit on the closed toilet. he had just given you your first bath with him, and he was preparing to shave your legs for the first time.

he ran the shaving cream into a line, and then rubbed it in with his hands over your bare legs, glancing up at you to make sure you were still okay. "shhhh, honey," he whispered seeing your eyes welling up with tears. "'m not gonna hurt you," he promised. "'m not him, okay?"

you nodded, and suckled on your paci as hard as you could, trying to calm yourself down, your hands gripping your doll.

"gonna be so gentle." Chris said, running the razor up your leg, giving you a smile. "there, see?" he said. "one strip done!" you smiled small, and Chris felt happiness bloom in his chest.

'baby steps,' he thought to himself. 'she'll get there soon.'

Chris held onto Anthony's hand as you slowly ran the razor over Chris's beard.

"doin' so well, buddy." Anthony praised, despite the sniffles Chris was producing. "as soon as you're done shooting, you can grow it back."

Chris pouted slightly. "gon' wook ugly." he whispered, and you immediately put the razor down. you grasped his face, and made him look at you. "don't you dare say that." you said, making him shed his tears.

"you're our beautiful baby boy, no matter what." Anthony chimed in. "we both love you, so so much. get those thoughts out of your head because not a single one of them is true." he said, and leaned forward to kiss Chris. Chris sighed into the kiss and nodded when they parted.

"otay, Dada." he said, and turned to let you continue what you were doing.

"wan' off!" Bucky cried, kicking his feet and rubbing his face harshly with his flesh hand. "ah dun!"

"i know, sweet boy." you cooed, getting the razor and shaving cream out. he was having a rough day, and his sensory issues were off the charts, and he was less than a minute away from a full meltdown, which more often than not, led to a seizure. "here we go," you said, coming over to where he was plopped on the floor, his back against the wall.

you lathered his face with the shaving cream, and slowly began to shave, smiling when his tears stopped, and he began to smile, the itchy hairs falling away.

[randomshyperson]

Goosebumps - Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Gif was made by my bestie @abimess

Summary: "Reader going kind of psycho over someone being all over their significant other, but Wanda actually being really into it and loving how crazy it made Reader. Wanda pushing Rs buttons." > This is actually an anon request borrowed from a friend (i don't remember who haha).

Warnings: (+18), Smut, semi public, teasing, dom!reader, brat Wanda, fingering, jealously, possessive behaviors, mentions of fight, kissing.

Words: 2.087

A/N> After being away from Tumblr for almost a month, the first thing I'm posting is smut, that says a lot. Good reading, let me know if this sucks.

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Wanda was playing a dangerous game.

She knew it. And yet, here she was, teasing you.

You two have been official for almost two years, your anniversary coming up in a few weeks, for which you have already booked a weekend at an inn, away from the compound and any hero's mission, just the two of you and a bottle of champagne.

Together long enough for Wanda to know what gets under your skin.

For her to know exactly what drives you insane, your limits, and how possessive you can get.

Wanda knows all these things, but she can't help it. Maybe it's the way she feels her body vibrate with excitement when you clench your jaw across the room when some random guy gets too comfortable around her, or how you whisper in her thoughts "behave, printsessa" and she feels a warmth rise between her thighs, remembering that the last time you spelled the nickname with your tongue inside of her.

Not only Wanda, but all the other Avengers know that Wanda belongs to you. She 's yours. There is no point in denying it. That's why Natasha doesn't flirt with her, and no matter how scary the widow may be, when it comes to Wanda, even Nat won't challenge you.

Then there is Vision. Oblivious to all that kind of non-verbal agreement. And clearly interested in Wanda more than a friend.

And Wanda knows how much you can't stand him. Which is why after you warned her to behave and continued your conversation with one of the investors attending the Avengers Annual Fundraiser in the same circle as Carol and Natasha, she waved goodbye to the young man who was babbling about business and walked to the corner of the room where Vision was talking to Steve and Thor, smiling gently at everyone as she joined the conversation.

Your attention fell on her immediately. You took a sip of your drink as you looked, she was pretending to be oblivious to your gaze, when all she was doing was to tease you.

She started smoothly. A shy smile at the comments while she kept her eyes on Vision. Nothing that would irritate you so much, enough for you to let your guard down and turn your attention to the conversation wheel in front of you.

Carol told a sarcastic joke that made Natasha laugh and move, giving you view of Wanda across the room again, and your smile died completely when you saw her, a hand on Vision's arm and a short laugh escaping her lips.

You would have walked over at that moment, but then Wanda looked at you, and you knew she was doing it on purpose. The little smile before she turned her attention to the group in front of her.

Naughty girl. You whispered in her head, taking another sip of your drink. From that distance you couldn't see the slight redness that appeared on her cheeks, but you wouldn't have cared.

Wanda needs to remember who she belongs to.

But not here.

You had already received polite warnings from Steve to control your temper. You weren't going to give Wanda a taste of victory, or Steve a taste of reason.

So all you did was signal the girls to follow you to the sofas, so that you had no view of Wanda. What the eyes can't see, the heart can't feel, right?

Realizing your plan, Wanda resisted the urge to roll her eyes. If she wanted to cause any reaction from you, she would have to try harder.

All she could do for the next few minutes, however, was listen and watch. Until the perfect idea occurred to her. Sam and Bucky were more than willing to start an argument any minute, pinning each other during the pool game a few feet away.

So Wanda exchanged a look with Steve, as if signaling that his friends were about to fight, and soon he and Vis were joining the table to calm tempers, and Wanda followed them.

Vision, in the best way one could put it, loved to explain things.

And all Wanda had to do was pretend she had no idea how to play Pool, the new position giving her full view of you from across the room, pretending to be paying attention to Natasha's speech when she could notice the way you were clenching your fists.

"It's a very simple game, Wanda." Vis began as he approached, and Wanda looked away from you to look at him, pretending to pay attention. "The main goal is to hit the balls to score points."

"How do I hold the stick?"

Wanda's tone was innocent, and sweet. It was also flirtatious, everyone could tell. And as Vision approached her to show her the correct way to hold the cue stick, the other boys exchanged glances with each other, apprehensive about the way she was behaving as they were familiar with how you acted with what belonged to you.

You let out a short laugh, shaking your head slightly, and Natasha, who was in the middle of her speech, looked at you curiously, Carol doing the same. But your gaze was in the direction of the pool table, where Vision had his arms around your girlfriend as she leaned over the table to make a move.

"Shit, this is going to be interesting." The captain remarked as she looked in the same direction and you cleared your throat before standing up, trying to control the irritation that was growing in your chest.

It was as if all the Avengers held their breath as soon as you stood up, which left the rest of the guests at the party confused to say the least. You walked slowly to the table, your expression indecipherable.

Wanda hesitated when you stopped on the opposite side, suddenly Vis's hands around her getting very uncomfortable. She thought she pushed too far as she noticed your gaze.

"Good evening." You greeted everyone politely, and then looked directly at Vis. "I'll give you five seconds to take your hands off her."

"I..."

"Four."

Vis looked confused, and made mention of turning away. But then he insisted.

"I'm just teaching Wanda how to play." He began, and as he babbled his excuses, you hum with your mouth, circling the table with your hands in your pockets. Wanda felt her heart race as the distance diminished, and when you stopped in front of her, she could barely breathe, a familiar warmth growing in the pit of her belly.

"My dear Avenger mate, don't make me shove that stick up your ass." You asked between teeth as soon as you stopped, interrupting Vis in the middle of his speech. Bucky and Sam held back their laughter, making a nasal noise. Vision stepped aside only to turn to you, a serious look on his face.

"Just so you know, she was the one who asked for help."

If Vision had just walked away, you wouldn't have done anything. But he had to say something. That's why you jumped on his neck, which turned into a bigger fight, with pushing and punching in the same second.

Of course your teammates separated you two very quickly, and you were foaming with rage when Bucky pulled you away.

The party was completely ruined after this. The guests were too frightened by the fight, and Tony complained loudly about being tired of scenes like this, but all you did was ignore the judgmental looks as the team tries to clean up the mess, the broken glass from the table where you threw Vision scattered all over the place.

Natasha guided you out of the room, but you dismissed her, grumbling that you were cool and would go home.

At the elevator door, Wanda caught up with you.

"I'm sorry." She asked hesitantly and you let out a short laugh, pressing the button to call the elevator before looking at her.

"No, you don't." You retort and she bites her lip, looking away. You resist the urge to kiss her. "But you will."

Wanda holds her breath, moving closer to you.

"What are you going to do?" She asks, her gaze lingering on your mouth.

"I'm not going to do anything." You retort with a chuckle, lifting your hand to caress her cheek with your fingers. She frowns in confusion, but the elevator opens and you step aside to enter. Wanda accompanies you in silence.

You know that she is dying to know what will happen when you two get home. That's why you keep quiet.

She can barely contain herself, twiddling her fingers nervously as you both get into the car, and then wiggling her leg anxiously as you drive.

You stop at a traffic light, and your hand goes from the steering wheel straight to her thigh, squeezing gently and making Wanda moan softly.

"Don't be nervous, baby." You say without looking at her. "Only a few more minutes to go."

"What are you going to do with me?" She asks again, her tone pleading. You bite your lips, moving your hand away from her leg. "Please tell me."

"I thought you liked teasing." You retort as you drive back. Wanda lets out an impatient sigh.

She is silent for a moment, and you mumble the low song coming out of the stereo, figuring she will wait, but then she lets out a noise that sounds like a whine and you squeeze the steering wheel hard.

"Baby?" you call out without looking away, out of the corner of your eye you can see the way she has closed her legs, pressed them together tightly. You sigh in disbelief. "Did I say you could relieve yourself in my car?"

"Please i’m..."

You maneuvered the car quickly onto the roadside. And then you turned to Wanda, pulling her face against yours and pressing your lips together in a firm kiss that made her whimper.

Wanda shifted uncomfortably in her seat, your tongue flicking against hers and making her see stars, the wetness rising inside her panties.

At the same speed that you came closer, you pulled away, and she let out a dissatisfied grumble, missing your mouth immediately.

"What's gotten into you today baby?" You ask next, lowering your fingers to her inner thighs to the inside of her skirt. Wanda barely has time to shiver in anticipation before she feels you slide between her wet pussy, gasping at the feel of your touch where she wanted it so badly. "That whole scene at the party, and trying to relieve yourself alone next to me, thinking I wouldn't notice... such a naughty little brat."

Wanda whimpered needily, feeling your fingers move in and out of her in a slow rhythm. Every time you entered, her pussy throbbed in search of more, you had barely started and she was already so close.

"I-I'm sorry." She gasped, closing her eyes, one hand clutching the leather of the seat hard and the other digging her nails into your arm. "Oh Fuck I'm... I'm so close..."

"Oh my silly baby, you won't cum tonight." You retort in a teasing tone, and Wanda immediately opens her eyes, tears of pleasure from prolonged overwhelming sensation and the denial of the relief she is clinging to in them. You have a little smile and push your fingers deep enough for her to moan loudly, throwing her head back as her whole body burns and shivers. She's just so fucking close, you can feel how hot and slippery she has become, feel her heartbeat on your fingertips as her pussy tighten against your fingers. And that's why you pull out of her completely.

"L-love, please I need..." She begged breathlessly, her cheeks flushed and her chest rising and falling out of rhythm.You lifted your wet fingers to your mouth, and tasted her as you looked into her eyes, watching her pupils darken completely as she whimpers.

"Be a quiet good girl for me and I will let you cum tomorrow, baby." You warn before moving away, ignoring the urge to touch Wanda again as you straighten up in your seat.

"You promise?" She asks pleadingly and you glance at her before starting the vehicle again.

"It 's up to you."

You drive. And at the next light, you smirk when you see Wanda checking the time on her cell phone, impressed by the speed of her deduction. In a few minutes it will already be tomorrow.

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[bluemusickid]

♡The Mark of an Angel♡

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem! Reader

Warnings: 18+, mention of cellulite, stretch marks, eating issues, body dysmorphia, slight body shaming, body negativity, talk about different body types, general body anxiety, angst, fluff, implied sexual content, please DO NOT read if any of this stuff bothers you, MINORS DNI.

A/N: This is my entry for Dibs' Body Positivity Challenge (@gotnofucks ). Dibs, you are a gem, and I cannot thank you enough for shedding light on this. I struggle a lot with self love and body image, so this is very close to my heart. To all you lovely people out there, know that you are not alone. Society and media has warped our idea of normalcy, but let me tell you what you see in movies and on TV are not real bodies. Every person is different, every body is different. I have now learnt to love myself, because my body has kept me alive and working in a situation like this pandemic, irrespective of my size and shape. I hope and pray that everyone stays healthy and safe in these times.

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You stared at your reflection in the mirror, grimacing a tad. Your skin was marred by those marks, on your stomach, your breasts, your thighs. They were everywhere. It was really disheartening. You had grown up to be a chubby girl, hoping, wishing, praying as each day passed, that you, too, would blossom and grow and be tall and thin like the girls in your class.

You were 25 now, still waiting for that miracle.

You hadn't blossomed the way you wanted to. You didn't have a taut belly, firm thighs or a peach shaped ass. The stretch marks were one thing, nut so was the cellulite. Try as much as you did, you couldn't ignore all these small factors. And how could you? You were engaged to one of the World's most handsome men, a Greek God, a perfect specimen among mere mortals. Steve Rogers looked like he had been sculpted by God himself. That man hadn't a freckle out of place, let alone stretch marks and cellulite. How he had fallen in love with you was a mystery to you, in addition to thousands of news outlets and other media outlets. A simple outing like going to the beach was a Herculean task for you: even then, you would only wear shorts and a teeshirt, ashamed to expose any part of your skin. You wore knee length skirts and pants to ensure that he wouldn't see the cellulite on your thighs.

And so it began: starting fad diets, appetite suppressant pills, detox teas, "miracle-working" anti-cellulite, stretch mark removal creams and massage oils. You stopped eating full meals, instead just eating half of what you would normally eat. You made excuses for going to dinners and other public outings with Steve, feigning work or even fatigue. Sometimes it wasn't even a lie; you felt exhausted due to lack of proper food. Steve saw that you'd been missing meals, which he did not approve of. Many a times you found a plate of cut fruit on your table, which he placed everytime he saw you working. You ate a bite or two of it, but you persisted in your endeavours. You had to do something about it. You had to make yourself worthy enough to be Steve's wife. You dry brushed yourself till your skin was red and raw, trying to erase the marks of cellulite that the world would no doubt ridicule; an imperfection in the otherwise perfect life of Steve Rogers.

So you stood in front of that mirror, everyday. Trying to check if you were there yet; if you were beautiful, thin, "skinny" enough to be his wife. The marks stared back at you, the roadblocks in your soon-to-be married life. Steve had never mentioned them, nor had you even talked about them to him. But you did try to hide your body from him every chance you got, turning down the lights everytime you had sex. The marks and cellulite stayed hidden, as did your fear of them, atleast for the moment.

That's where you were right now. Cursing yourself. Cursing your genes, cursing your parents for not allowing you to look the way the world would like you to look. The comments on the press release about your wedding didn't help either, the internet's venomous and scathing remarks about how Steve had "settled" for you adding onto your insecurities, threatening to drown you. A few tears made their way down your face. Were you really that hideous?

Lost in your thoughts, you didn't hear Steve walk in, who was stopping by to ask you for lunch. He'd noticed that you were a bit withdrawn these past few days, but chalked it up to work stress and pressure. He entered the room, seeing you cry, cradling your face with your hands. Alarmed, he rushed to you, gathering you in his arms.

"Sweetheart, what's wrong?! Is everything ok? Are you hurt?" He asked, his firm arms cocooning you.

"I...I don't think...we..should get married..Steve.."

"What? Why? Talk to me, sweetheart, tell me what happened!" Steve said, panic settling in his voice.

Turning him to face the mirror, you met his eyes, bewilderment meeting resignation and shame.

"Look at you. Tall, muscular, well-built. You're practically Adonis, like you've just walked off the pages of a magazine. Millions of girls and guys would be willing to throw themselves at you and worship at your feet, most of them much prettier, skinnier and better looking than me."

"And now look at me. I am not you, Steve, and I probably never will be. I try to block out every article, every comment written out there, but I'm not blind. I can see what they're talking about; and it's true. We are so different, in many ways. How can I ever match up to literal perfection?"

You looked down, unable to meet his eyes. He would surely understand your decision, and why you were not willing to go through with this union. It was better if you dealt with it quickly, so that you could get over him quickly.

"My love, look at me. Please." His soft voice broke you out of your reverie. Standing behind you, he kept his hands on your shoulders, placing soft kisses in your hair, till you met his gaze in the mirror.

"Do you know what I see, when I look at you?"

"I see a beautiful, and gorgeous young woman. A fierce, independent and strong woman, who is not afraid to back down from any challenge or adversity. She faces it head-on, like a lioness. But most importantly, I see a woman I love, who I cherish, and the only person I can see spending my life with."

Grazing his fingertips over your marks, he gently placed a kiss along the column of your neck, the heady combination of sensations wreaking havoc. You felt your tears begin again, his words weighing down your already heavy heart. You wanted to believe him, to trust him, but how could you? It had taken years for these insecurities to keep building up, it would take longer for them to be broken down.

"Growing up, I wasn't who I am now." He continued. "I was a skinny guy, weighing a 100 pounds soaking wet. Being Bucky's friend used to be tough, seeing all the beautiful dames fawn over him and barely throwing so much as a glance my way. Somedays I still see myself as that skinny man, who wasn't even eligible to be a soldier, let alone a Captain. The serum changed only my physical features, but on the inside, I am still insecure. Still that Steve who wasn't good enough for the army, let alone a woman."

He sat you on the bed, taking your hand in his, placing soft kisses on your knuckles. "That changed when I met you, sweetheart. You saw me for who I am. You didn't want to be with Captain America, with the leader of The Avengers. You wanted to be with plain old Steve, who likes watching war documentaries, eats only vanilla icecream, still doesn't quite understand how technology works. You make me a better man, and everyday with you is like an adventure."

Lowering you onto the bed, he left featherlight kisses on the marks on your breasts, raising himself to leave the most tender kiss on your lips. You spoke after a beat,

"But that doesn't change things, Steve. I've tried so hard to get rid of these..these imperfections. I don't understand how to tackle this. I'm so...conflicted..and confused." You sobbed, tears streaming down your face. He leaned down, kissing your tears away, rubbing his nose to yours.

"Sweetheart, I understand. I do. But trust me when I say this, that no one is perfect. And no one will ever be as perfect as you are to me. These marks, if anything, make you more appealing and sexy to me. It shows me that you're human, in a world of plastic smiles and bodies. A beautiful human with a kind, nurturing heart and soul. You're perfect to me and I have no doubts that you will be an amazing wife and mother, as you have been a girlfriend to me. I love every inch of you, and will always do so. Never doubt that. To hell with what people think. They can go and set up camp in a place where the sun don't shine." He finished, grinning.

You chuckled, running your palm over his slight stubble. You were still apprehensive, but your lover's words calmed you down. He loved you, plain and simple. You felt his love through his actions, his kisses, trailing down your body, lips adorning every mark, every part of your body you had been too ashamed to bare to him. But that stopped today, or atleast you hoped it would. Maybe with time, it would get better. But you knew for sure, that you wouldn't begin your married life with doubts and apprehensions.

You bared yourself to him completely, resisting the urge to dash under the covers. He kissed your dimpled areas, your stretch marks, as if worshipping you and your body with reverance. As he seated himself deep within you, you gasped, staring deep into his eyes, tears forming yet again.

Neither of you were perfect. But that was ok. Because to you, he was perfect, and so were you, to him. And that's all you needed.

P.S. I'll do the taglists tomorrow, post my exam.

[inkdaydreams]

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Pairing: Poly!SwanQueen x Fem!Reader

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Annoying

Let me know if you like this because this is my first post on Tumblr. I've written one shots before but I barely post then.

Brief synopsis: Just a directionless drabble I started writing.

Reader can't sleep so they decide to make it EVERYBODY'S problem.

Also imagine the bed is MASSIVE like a king size, big enough to comfortably fit three people.

Warnings: none but they like to playfully insult and mock one another so if that's not your ideal relationship dynamic please scroll.

"We need a catchphrase, like Emma's parents." Y/n spoke.

Regina groaned. It was 1am and the three of them had been trying to sleep despite the summer heat for about an hour now and just as she had felt herself dozing off, one of her lovely yet really annoying girlfriends had ruined her chance.

Emma didn't even make a sound. She figured, if I ignore her, she'll have to sleep, right?.

She was wrong. Y/n took the silence as an invitation to sit up, leaning her back against the velvet headboard and looking from one disgruntled woman to the other.

"You know how they've got that thing where when they see each other again after thinking they've lost each other they say 'I will always find you'. Yeah? We need a catchphrase like that. We've had so many near death experiences and we're bound to have more."

"Oh, we're doing this now?" Regina asked, flipping her body so she was on her stomach, resting her elbows on the mattress and her head in her raised hands so she could look at Y/n directly.

Despite how pretty she looked, and how harmless you'd think she'd be in such a sleepy state, she had daggers in her eyes. Y/n bit her lip to hide a cocky grin. It was mean but she loved irritating her stern short-tempered girlfriend.

Emma barely moved from her position on her back, but lifted a hand to rub Y/n's thigh gently.

"We can talk about that tomorrow, baby, but for now let's just go to bed, okay?" She mumbled, her voice thick with lethargy.

Regina raised her eyebrow and turned to look at Emma. Neither of them were particularly into pet names, it was mostly the overly energetic Y/n who would call them all sorts of names: Honey, Darling, Baby, The Most Beautiful Women In All The Land Whom I Am So Grateful To Call My Girlfriends, Angel, Love, etc. She knew what Emma was doing when she said that, so she decided to join in as well since Y/n usually took her scolding as a challenge and she was reportedly "cute when you're mad out your mind".

"We can't think of a catchphrase, love, it has to come naturally." Regina drawled, even forcing a yawn to elicit one from Y/n.

To her surprise, it worked. Y/n was still stubborn though.

Y/n tried to babble on, powering through her tiredness. "Come on, you think Snow and Charming didn't rehearse that in their heads before one of them said it for the first time. They barely knew each other the first time they said it! Which one of them said it first again, Emma?" She whipped her head around to Emma before she looked back at Regina, "And how would they know to say "always" the very first time they said it. You mean to tell me they nearly lost each other for the first time and their first thought was, 'well, I'm ready for a lifetime of this'? No! They definitely fantasised about saying it to someone and they took the opportunity to use it in real life."

Regina forced a smile, rattling her head with what to say. Y/n's tired thoughts barely even made sense and she had used the word "first" more times in 2 minutes then she had the past year. It was Emma who abruptly sat up in the bed and put her head in her hands, realising playing dead wouldn't work.

Y/n folded her arms and stared at Emma's back nervously. She liked to annoy them, but she didn't like to push them that far to the edge.

"I'm sorry, darling." Y/n said, gently dragging Emma's body closer to hers, hugging her from behind. "I just can't sleep and you know how I get with my late night thoughts."

Regina sat up this time. She was on her knees, sitting on her heels with her hands on her hips, glaring at the two of them in mock anger.

"So when you annoy Emma, she gets cuddles and an apology, but when you annoy me, you just laugh and take it further?"

Emma and Y/n looked at each other before laughing, the sound disturbing the gentle night.

"You're annoyed all the time, Regina." Y/n rolled her eyes, feeling Emma lean back into her body and relax more.

"Yeah, need I remind you how yesterday, when I used up the rest of your cinammon, you manually removed all the gas from my car?" Emma added, making Y/n shake more with laughter.

"Manually? She didn't even use- magic? She must have been- she must have been really mad to do that." Y/n stuttered, wheezing at this point and squeezing Emma tightly.

"It wasn't the fact you used up the rest of the cinammon it was the fact you put the empty jar back on the spice rack! If you use something up then let me know or replace it." Regina exclaimed, "that's a perfectly normal rule that most households follow."

"Yeah yeah yeah now do you wanna get in here or not?" Y/n grinned, holding Emma to her chest with one hand now and reaching towards Regina with the other.

"I don't know if I should. I don't know if you guys appreciate me enough to deserve it." Regina rolled her eyes, but there was a smile fighting to expose itself.

Emma suddenly reached up and yanked her other girlfriend, holding her by the waist and pulling her on top of her body, before settling back down into Y/n's arms. Emma and Regina smiled at each other before closing their eyes, Regina burying her head in that crook between Emma's neck and shoulder. Emma kissed her head before reaching up to kiss Y/n's chin.

Y/n closed her eyes too before snapping them open again.

"I never realised how long this bed was."

"Shut up, y/n." Emma retorted jokingly.

Y/n shuffled nervously, not wanting to disturb the peace her girlfriends had just found again, but realising she couldn't sleep sitting up.

"Guys... I think my neck will cramp up if I sleep like this."

"You deserve it." Regina snapped, but wrapped her arms around Emma's waist, holding them both up as Y/n slid herself down to the bed, her head resting on a proper pillow once again.

Emma put her hands on Regina's elbows and held her, thinking she was going to move them so they fell asleep next to Y/n. Without a moment's hesitation, Regina leaned forward, forcing both hers and Emma's bodies on top of the chatty woman. Emma and Regina chuckled a little at Y/n's small "ow, hey!"

"Your punishment." She said briefly, pecking Y/n's shoulder before returning her head to its rightful position on Emma's shoulder.

"Oh, you think this is a punishment for me? I love this." Y/n wrapped her arms around Emma again. "My beautiful girls. I love you, you know?"

"I love you too, but it's 1 o clock in the morning." Emma said, too tired to really add more.

"I'll love you more if you let me sleep." Regina bribed, and after that Y/n finally gave them peace.

For the night.

[toozmanykids]

Tonight on Tooz Radio...

PSA Today: A Discussion About Safe Things One Can Have Near Or Around Vaginas

[Sorry. Can't do 'Read-after cuts' on Tumblr phone app.]

Tooz: I am so thrilled that you both could join us tonight. You two were absolutely correct, @devikafernando and @thecutestlittlebunbunfairy . Our last broadcast should have definitely had warnings and a PSA about vaginal health as the conclusion. You've made me so happy with your comments. I am so excited to do this special broadcast. I feel giddy. And we have a special guest tonight!!!

Devika: ##static##

Tooz: Maybeeee, Devika. Maybeeee. You'll have to wait and see-heeee.

Bun Bun: ##static##

Tooz: Unfortunately I was not able to reach Mr. Stan. I do not have the same rapport with him as I do with our special tonight. He actually requested to participate with us tonight.

Bun Bun: ##static##

Tooz: Everyone here at the station agrees that we are overdue for a good hard hitting information based episode to really bring to light so many of the risks to vaginal health in today's modern world.

Tooz: I did have an idea though, that it may be easier or more productive to suggest alternatives that ARE safe to have near and around vaginas rather than listing things that aren't.

[Control Room lights start blinking.]

Tooz: Oh, I just saw the count down start. Are you two ready? We go live in....3....2...1....

Tooz: Hello everyone. Thank you for tuning in with us at Tooz Radio. I am Tooz and I will be your host as we look at our previous broadcast that explored some very decadent ideas for anyone who has a bit of a sweet tooth. Specifically we shared a glorious recipe for Sea Salt Chocolate Chip Cookies, and if you haven't tried making them at home yet then you and your loved ones are missing out!

Tooz: We have two guests from last week on the line with us. Let me introduce @devikafernando and @thecutestlittlebunbunfairy . They each made very very good points last week suggesting that we should have posted warnings and medical PSA advisories about the dangers of taking fully submerged naked baths in tubs full of liquid chocolate.

Tooz: As pointed out, such an adventure does carry with it a risk of yeast infection.

Tooz: @thecutestlittlebunbunfairy very concisely stated "PSA. DONT. PUT. SUGAR. IN. OR NEAR. OR. AROUND. YOUR. VAGINA."

Tooz: Bun Bun..... May I call you Bun Bun?

Bun Bun: ##static##

Tooz: Wonderful! I want to thank you so much Bun Bun for bringing that point up last week, because you are so right. Plus our station does not discuss vaginal health enough at all. I think everyone here can agree on that. Am I right? ..... Oh my! Looks as though our switchboard is lighting up like wildfire here. Oh, how wonderful!

Tooz: Unfortunately we will not be taking any calls tonight though, and I'm also going to let our two star listeners from last week off the line as well. Thank you Devika and Bun Bun for being with us tonight. I'm going to let you both listen in comfort without having to worry about missing any cues.

Tooz: Folks, we have a very special guest with us for our important broadcast about vaginal health. We plan to discuss safe items to have in or near or around vaginas.

Tooz: In fact our very own collective muse specifically asked to participate in this particular thought exercise coming up with safe options. I'd like to introduce Tom Hiddleston, everyone! This is so exciting!

Tooz: Thank you so much for joining us, Tom. I know I am very excited to speak with you today, as I'm sure our many listeners are as well.

Tom: Thank you very much for.....##static## ....... forward to..... ##static##.

Tooz: Uh oh. Sounds like we may be having some technical difficulties.

[Insert gif of Tom scratching beard in thought from Early Man interview with Maisie Williams.]

Tom: Well ##static## .... me see, ##static##

Tooz: Hello, Tom? Can you hear me? We can see you, but....

Tom: ##static## There's a world of... ##static##

[Insert gif from RadioTimes of Tom waving his hands as he talks]

Tooz: I'm sorry Tom. I missed that. We seem to be having difficulties with your microphone. Tom? Tom? Can you hear me?

Tom: ##static##

Tooz: Tom? Tom? You're cutting out . Can you please repeat that last bit?

Tom: ##static##

Tooz: Right. Ok. You said, 'There's a world of..... '

Tom: ##static##

Tooz: 'There's a world of pictures to take inspiration from.’ Is that what you said? Pictures? Pic-tures? Right. Ok......

Tom: ##static##

Tooz: What was that, Tom?

Tom: ##static##

Tooz: Ohhhhh, ok. Please forgive me. Yes. I did misunderstand you. Sorry about that. Yes. Right. Ok. So you said, 'There's a world of big shoes.' ..... Sorry, did you say shoes?

Tom: ##static##

[Insert photo of Tom holding up his autographed shoes that went up for auction.]

Tooz: Right. You did say shoes. Ok... Thank you, Tom. Yes, thank you for that. Tom Hiddleston, everyone. And remember that 'There is a world of big shoes.' that are much safer than chocolate to have near or around your vaginas. Thank you very much, Tom, for your time and creative wisdom today..... What?

Tom: ##static##

Tooz: YOUR shoes, specifically??? So you're saying YOUR shoes could safely be near or around vaginas. That.... is.... Very good to know..... And actually a good, although off the wall idea, bc I do understand that Tumblr has quite an obsession with your footwear. Is that correct? So there's that. I just didn't realize what direction that shoe fetish actually took. But I see now.

Tom: ##static##

Tooz: Boots?

[Insert close up high def photo of Loki's boots.]

Tooz: BIG boots! Yes. Yes those are big boots.

[Insert photoshoot shot of Tom in sunglasses, go-tee, and blue checkered shirt, sitting on the ground wearing his cowboy boots.]

Tooz: As are these. Yes Tom, we do all love your boots. *Clearing throat* I especially appreciate those cowboy boots.

[Insert photoshoot shot of Tom sitting inside small bright red box-like doorway with cowboy boot clad feet bracing himself on the opposite wall.]

Tooz: Yep. That's the pair. Thank you. I must admit, however odd it may sound, he has a point. If I'm going to be cut-throat honest here, I wouldn't mind having your cowboy boots near or around my.....

Tom: ##static##

Tooz: What was that, Tom?

Tom: ##static##

[Insert photo of Tom from the interview with Zachary Levi, lounging in that deep chair with his legs swung up over the side.]

Tooz: Tom...? Tom...?

Tom: ##static##

Tooz: Tom.... All I can see are your legs swinging over the side of your chair. Now if you are suggesting that the chair is big enough for two, then I'd.....

Tom: ##static##

Tooz: What?

Tom: ##static##

Tooz: Feet? Swinging your feet.

Tom: ##static##

Tooz: Big feet.

Tom: ##static##

Tooz: Yes. Yes. *Chuckling. Quite right. It will take very big feet to walk in your boots.... Or shoes. Of course.

Tom: ##static##

[Photoshoot shot of Tom in the air jumping into pool fully clothed in brown suit. Both hands directed gracefully at his barefeet.]

Tooz: You're pointing at your barefeet.... your BARE feet! Yes. Where are your shoes, Tom?

Tom: ##static##

Tooz: YOUR FEET!!! OH MY GOD! I get it! I get it! I..... No. Actually, I don't get it. I'm sorry. Although, if the shoe fetish is actually a foot fetish, then I guess.....

Tom: ##static##

Tooz: What was that?

Tom: ##static##

Tooz: I'm sorry Tom. I still didn't catch what you were.....

Tom: ##static##

[Insert gif from interview from ABCNews broadcast where Tom is wearing the death cardigan over white tee-shirt and seems unaware that he is pawing at the Inside of his thighs.]

Tooz: Wait... Tom...? Are you suggesting that...... ?

Tom: ##static##

Tooz: Oh.

[Insert interview gif from LADS In Film, where he's looking right into the camera, sitting like my Daddy Dom, looking quite stern and *gulp* scolding.]

Tooz: OH! ....OOOOHHHH!!! ....OH MY GOD!! TOOOMMM!!!!!!

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