#my gums get so sore and my teeth have been hurting too

[tombstoney]

Eating crunchy food has been hurting my mouth so bad lately :( bwa

#my gums get so sore and my teeth have been hurting too #i took meds when i was just a baby kid til 10 y.o that stripped the enamel off my teeth lol #so i have no natural barrier to any damage and my teeth are super weak! Epic for me 🤡 #ghoul.txt

[hafwen]

I hate teeth and their need for dental work

#my mouth is still sore #This is the first time since Wednesday that I haven't had to take the max dosage of ibuprofen #now I’m trying to only take it when I sleep #my body hates if I take ibuprofen for more than every other day I get canker sores #so on top of my jaw hurting from the dentist my lips and gums really hurt too #I lost count at 6 canker sores on my bottom lip and there are more on my lower gums #big ouch #I have very little tolerance of extra pain #My day to day pain is always so high I don’t need extra #personal #teeth #dental work #dentist appointment #dentist #my body is a wonderland that's been condemned for 20 years

[itsaspectrumcomic]

Hello! I’ve asked a few other blogs this already, but I’m still looking for some more information on it.

Do you have any advice for nail/skin biting habits besides chewlery?

I started out as a thumb sucker up until 2nd grade when I was made fun of for it. I switched to nail biting and because of that I ran out nail and started to bite my actual skin instead. This is a problem for multiple reasons, and is pretty frustrating because it can result in sores, injuries, bleeding, etc and make tasks as simple as holding a pencil painful. This has been going on so long that my fingers now naturally look red/irritated even when they’re perfectly fine.

As for the chewlery issue, I don’t wear jewelry. This is a religious thing (though I dislike the word religious) and a sensory thing for me. I also have a lot of anxiety and would feel like I’m being stared at for using things like fidgets and chewlery. People have called me or the items childish when they see them. Could something else prevent my problem? Something I don’t wear?

Oh no that sounds painful!

I've found chewing gum can be helpful - it keeps you focused on chewing something other than your nails and lots of people chew gum so it won't make you stand out. Just be aware chewing gum too much can hurt your jaw or cause stomach aches (yes this is from personal experience 🙃). They say around 5 pieces of gum a day should be your limit.

You can also get chews that you don't wear, you can just carry them in a bag or your pocket instead, like this.

Covering your the tips of your fingers with plasters or wearing gloves will help protect them and allow your nails to grow again, especially if you have sores or bleeding. If you can and they're not too sore, painting your nails might help as well, even if it's just clear. It doesn't taste good, it's a bit harder to get your teeth through, and you might be more concerned about keeping the paint looking nice.

I hope that helps! If anyone else has any ideas feel free to add :)

#ask #actually autistic #mundayflowers #nail biting #advice #autism #chew stim

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Runaway - Chapter Eighteen.

The notes hit 30, so you all know what that means. You get an update, and you get an update, and you get an update, and alright I’ll stop being like Oprah now xD Big thanks, guys! Such a lovely audience I have!

Previous chapters - Prologue  One  Two  Three  Four  Five  Six  Seven  Eight  Nine  Ten  Eleven  Twelve  Thirteen  Fourteen  Fifteen  Sixteen  Seventeen

Taglist - In the comments, please DM to be added/removed

Words - 1,980

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

“Isn’t it nice, just to have a minute to breathe around being a mom,” Lily spoke as she and Hannah sat down in the coffee shop the former used to work at, Willow at day care for her usual three hours per day, and Lola with her daddy. They’d just finished a workout at Hannah’s ballet class, Lily mentioning she’d like to give something a little less violent a try where fitness was concerned when they’d found themselves deep in conversation at the clubhouse, Hannah inviting her along to see what she thought.

“I’ll say! She’s started teething and the poor little thing is keeping me up most nights, howling like a banshee because her gums are sore.” Lily made a sympathetic face, remembering the time well with her own daughter.  

The night where Hannah had stayed for a few drinks at the clubhouse, they’d really enjoyed their time talking, finding that while they didn’t have too much in common, they found the other to be interesting, warm and friendly. It was always nice too, to make another mom friend.  

“So, did you hear how long Jodie was in labour for in the end?” Hannah shook her head, blowing the steam from her latte. “Thirty-three hours! She was exhausted, but she’s so happy that Harvey is finally here.”

“Oh, that’s a cute name!” she exclaimed. “Yeah, I was in there for thirty-one with Lola, and I swear, every last second of it was torture.”

“I was lucky, mine was really quick once it got going,” Lily revealed. “I was three days’ early and Angel was just heading back from a run, so for the first six hours, I was crying on my dad, screaming that I didn’t want to do it any longer and that it hurt too much! He kept me sane, though, reminding me how tough I was, while I was wailing and clinging onto him for dear life!”

“Your dad is Taza, right?”  

“Yep, that’s my pop.”

“I hope you don’t find this rude of me, but I have to say, I can’t see the resemblance. You must take after your mom more.”

Lily was quick to gently correct. “Oh no. Dad adopted me by himself. I was an adult when I came into his life. We bonded quickly, and he became like a father to me, so he surprised me with it for Christmas one year, adult adoption papers.”  

Hannah held a hand to her chest, her face alight with how beautiful her story was. “Oh my goodness, that’s so sweet! I have something similar with the woman I call mom, my stepmom, Jackie. My birth mom died when I was little, so I don’t remember her. For me, there’s only ever been her. She’s the only mom I ever knew, although she always kept pictures of Lydia, my bio mom around, never looking to replace her.”

Lily felt a small pang of envy at hearing her story, remembering her own mother, the selfish junkie who had been the furthest thing from one, but she smiled brightly nonetheless. “That’s so nice for you, to have her so accepting of you when she and your dad got together.”  

The women further chatted about their family dynamics for a little longer, before Lily couldn’t help but broach the elephant in the room. “So, um. You and Manny.”

Hannah began to nod, her shoulders bobbing as she inclined her head. “I was waiting for that.”

“What’s the score there? I mean, I’m guessing you guys are, well I’m not sure. Is it an affair, or... what?” she asked, realising she truly was owed no explanation by a woman who was, at best, a very new friend.

“Yes, I think it’s safe to say that’s what it is. It’s... oh, I don’t know, Lily. It’s like, it’s all I can think about sometimes, yet I don’t want to, if that makes sense? I’m not thinking of the intricacies of it, I’m just...”

She was quick to fill in where Hannah paused. “Enjoying the thrill? I hear you, girl. I’ve heard the gossip about Manny from the hanger on girls around the club. He has a rep for being a grade A fuck.”

“I feel so awkward talking to you about all of this, with you being a married woman. I mean, I know Manny isn’t married, but are you tight with Carmen?” she winced, wondering suddenly, if Lily’s questioning wasn’t borne of the magnanimity it appeared to be.

“Oh, hell no, honey!” she breathed a sigh of relief. “Truth is, I can’t abide Carmen at all. She isn’t well liked. Now, that doesn’t mean I necessarily condone Manny’s cheating on her with you, but I think I get it. The more time I spend with you, the more I get it, at least.” Hannah frowned slightly, Lily continuing.  

“You give him way less of a hard time, for one. You’re naturally very easy to get along with, and Carmen, she’s hard work. It’s grating on him, too, her immaturity with the whole Lola issue, putting herself first there and not understanding how it is. I guess I kind of can’t fault that, though, because unless you have a child, you don’t understand how for a parent, they become the centre of your world. Carmen is used to being the centre of Manny’s, and she doesn’t like having to share him.

“It isn’t like he’s expecting anything much of her either. He does all the work with Lola when she’s with him, he only wants her to say hello to her, maybe hold her once in a while, form her own relationship with her, but she refuses to show even a grain of interest. I find that so hard to get my head around. Lola is such a lovely baby.”  

Her words were delivered with a simple shrug, draining her coffee and wishing she could have another. She was on a strict diet, though, preparing for her next fight, having to keep sugary, dairy-laden treats to a minimum. “Do you see if going anywhere, if he were to break up with Carmen?”

Hannah made a small groan of discontent, shrinking down in her seat a little. “I don’t know, and I’m scared to think it. Also, it’s the guilt there, too, that I’d be blowing up another would-be marriage down to impulsive actions. No matter how much trouble she’s giving Manny currently, it isn’t right, what we’re doing. I can’t help myself, though. I mean, you know, you’ve seen him.”

Lily smiled, covering her hand with hers. “He’s gorgeous, I’ll give you that. Even Angel said if he had to bang a guy, he’d choose Manny, and my husband is as straight as they come.” Her statement had her in soft fits, which was exactly what Lily wanted, watching some of the tension ease from her with every chuckle, the worry lines upon her forehead smoothing once more.  

“Oh, mami! He ain’t that straight!” A sudden boom interrupted, a cute guy in an apron moving to hug Lily.

“Hey baby! Aww, I missed you!” she cried, kissing her dear Carlos on the cheek. “How’ve you been? Oh, Hannah, this is Carlos, my friend, and my husband’s boyfriend.”

Hannah shook his hand, receiving a double cheek kiss, her face a picture of curiosity.” Hello, beautiful. It’s a little joke we have, since I absolutely do not hide the fact that I’m crazy for her man!”

“You should see him when he visits the clubhouse, he can’t contain himself. Last time he turned up there, Bish licked his cheek and I swear, this one nearly came in his pants,” Lily spoke, Hannah in soft fits, Carlos looking dreamy at the memory. A lot of the guys warded him off and wouldn’t entertain being playful around the fact that the cute little gay guy was enamoured with just about every man there, but Angel, Bishop, and Manny were three who always obliged, to hilarious results.  

With Carlos finishing his shift and the girls heading down to the yard, he decided to go with and pay everyone a visit, Hannah witnessing the hilarity first hand. She’d barely brought the car to a stop and Carlos was out the back door, sprinting across the ground, bouncing right up into a waiting Angel’s arms.  

“My papi!” he gushed, cuddling his head.  

“Thanks for bringing me my side piece, baby,” Angel said as Lily and Hannah approached, the latter laughing hard as Carlos rubbed Angel’s chest with a huge, happy grin. “Yo, calm down. You’ll make me hard, and I don’t got the dick room in these jeans.” He added, smacking him on the ass before setting him down, Carlos looking thrilled as usual from the attention.

“Not a lot of guys would have the security to oblige him like that,” Hannah noted, Angel grinning as he welcomed his wife with a kiss.  

“Just you wait until you see him with your baby daddy!” She didn’t have to, the three of them heading into the clubhouse just after Carlos to see Manny stretched out on a couch, the former literally climbing on top of him, Manny wrapping him in a full body hug.  

“Hello, princess,” he rasped, Carlos beaming.

“I love it when you call me that!” He then looked down at Lola, sleeping in her car seat beside him. “When did you? Is she? You and Carmen?”  

“Nope, that’s mama right there,” Manny pointed at Hannah, giving her a wink that sent butterflies right through her. “Happened in the BC time; before Carmen.”  

“Oh! Oh, she’s so pretty! I’d ask if I could hold her, but I see she’s napping, so I’ll just hug you instead,” Carlos replied, Manny laughing. He lay there completely at ease with being so heavily – and physically – flirted with, chatting away about the recent Raiders game, Hannah marvelling to herself as she moved to grab Lola when she began to grizzle. Michael would never, ever be that relaxed if a gay man acted like that around him, and she’d seen it with her own eyes.  

One of Emilio, Shonda’s husband’s best friends from high school was gay, and whenever Kevin had been around, Michael would always be on edge. He greeted everyone, male or female, with a big hug and a kiss on the cheek, sweet and gregarious that he was, but Michael had never been welcoming to such innocent affection.  

“Dude! Do you got a boner, or is that your cell against my leg?” Manny suddenly exclaimed, Carlos grinning and shuffling against him, everyone in hysterics.  

“I don’t, but I can make it happen for you!” he cried, grinning wide.  

Manny just shook his head, taking it in his stride. “Of course, you can, princess. It’s my raw charm, man. Nobody can fight it.” Nope, Michael would have been throwing holy water on him. It was just another thing she found to like about Manny. Speaking of his raw charm...

“So, are you busy tonight?” he asked, just after Hannah had fastened Lola’s seat into her car.

“I’m not. Are you?”

He licked his top lip momentarily, the action making something entirely too pleasant ripple through her. “I am, actually. I was planning on writing the next great American novel.”

She tilted her head back, a smile tugging at her mouth as she wondered where he was going with that. “You were?”

“Yeah, with the tip of tongue right on your clit.”

Her eyebrows rose high, a little burst of laughter like song in his ears. “Then I’ll meet you back at my place?”

“Nah,” he began, reaching to stroke the side of her neck. “Mine is closer. Carmen is away for work, and I need you as soon as possible.”  

An hour later, with their baby sleeping soundly, Manny was making a very good start on his literary word count.  

#manny mayans mc #manny mayans mc fanfiction #manny mayans mc smut #manny mayans mc imagine #manny mayans mc x ofc #manny montana #manny montana fanfiction #manny montana smut #manny montana imagine #manny montana x ofc #mayans mc #mayans mc fanfiction #mayans mc smut #mayans mc imagine #mayans mc fanfic #mayans mc fic

[contentment-of-cats]

Omnibus: cooking, exes, ouch that's gonna hurt, and erotica for people with short attention spans.

The whole week: has been nuts, and I am getting a root canal v. soon because chemo and radiation apparently do very fucked things to your mouth bones. Yes, teeth are bones, mouth bones. It's going to run me an ouchy amount, and I'm also getting a deep cleaning. Back when I was in active chemo, I broke out with mouth sores and could only swab in the Magic Mouthwash, so there is some damage to my gums, too. The root canal is under a decades old filling, and ought to last about another 15 years.

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It was great to get out to the farmers' market! I picked up two flats of strawberries and the apricots were too good to resist. Ginger roots, garlic, a batch of onions to caramelize and freeze, likewise with herbs. So here's a bunch of cooking stuff.

Freeze fresh herbs in olive oil. Wash, destem, and then chop your herbs. Put them in a bowl and stir in olive oil Stir to combine. Freeze. You can keep them in the trays, but I like to put them in freezer bags. I only have so many ice cube trays.

Ginger garlic paste. Okay, I cheated and bought the pre-peeled cloves. My hands are no longer up to peeling that much garlic when I also need to wash and peel the ginger. Use a 1:1 ratio of garlic to peeled fresh ginger. I used 8oz to 8oz. Put it in a blender or food processor or even a Magic Bullet with 2 tablespoons of any type of oil - but stick with something not strongly flavored. Olive is fine. Blast it until smooth. You can also get out those ice cube trays and freeze it for up to three months.

The strawberries are destined to go into ice cream and preserves, while the apricots are all going to preserves. I only hull the strawberries (pull the green part out) after they're washed, My grandmother never peeled apricots, peaches, or plums when canning, as she considered it wasteful and the peels are broken down in cooking. I think it adds extra flavor and color to leave the peels on, so I just stone them.

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I mentioned that the side gig responded to my joking pitch about ficlets, which are stories that come in at about 1000 words. I did ten of them and they were accepted. So, there's going to be a book of short stories from 'guest authors' - we're all ghost writers at the side gig. I have a break between now and the beginning of July, which is very welcome.

~

So, for some reason my exes have ended up in Texas. Both are a HAM, but only one is malign. Remember the Only Fans thing? Yeah, that one.

The Himbo I am on good terms with, loved him, loved his family, but it never worked out and we were honestly too young and roustabout at the time. He left LA when his father developed cancer, and stayed in east Texas. The Malign Ex... well, he's turned into kind of a romance scammer. Looks for younger women because anyone over 35 is going to read him right away. Anyway, he left a message asking for money to leave San Antonio.

Yeah, I know. I'm thinking of getting rid of my landline, but the situation sounds like a country song.

Well, I'm leaving San Antonio Didn't work out, don'tcha know I packed up moved out of LA But now I gotta get away Dug my own hole Kept on diggin' Car broke down No more Uber giggin' Send me some cash darlin' please

Apparently it Didn't Work Out there for him. After all, what decades younger-something wants a dusty old wannabe gigolo still making child support payments and he's almost 60?! SO glad I didn't have kids with him. SO GLAD.

Also, it's been 24 years, man. A decade since I saw him last. Can he just Let It GO?

Also, ignoring Filoni.

#life in general

[veggieharumaki]

the uncomfortable part

ok going on a wee little essay because it's rattling around in my brain

(this has been said many times before but I HAVE to let it out)

i've stumbled across one too many posts or tweets or comments about the skill that an artist has. and i believe that skill is a necessary part of art, and it elevates a work from sort of portraying what you envision to completely doing so. BUT. at the same time, no one thinks that an artist is ever really satisfied. no matter the skill level. that isn't what manifestation is. it is constant movement, constant growth, and knowing that 'oh, it isn't what I wanted it to look like' is a constant thought in your head. and i think it holds people back or makes people fall out of love with art, but i think that it's meant to be uncomfortable. it hurts. just like soreness after working out or how your gums had hurt when your adult teeth filled in, it aches when you grow. and you grow constantly. even as you get better, everytime you push yourself you are left with the residue of uncomfort. so art sometimes feels great, and sometimes it feels bad, and sometimes it feels like giving up.

i've seen so many pieces of work from artists who wouldn't be considered 'technically sound' that broke me. i've seen light scratches with a story to boot that have me recollecting every detail weeks later. and my heart aches for people who start art and don't continue due to the fact that they are 'too old now' or 'not good enough' compared to others, or are afraid of how people might see art because its 'in a certain fandom' or are afraid of the ruthless criticism that meets the beginning of anything. everyone has a style, everyone has a story. i want to see it all. scream. i see, in my mind, so many people who hold back from picking up the pencil or the pen or the paintbrush because their vision does not match their reality.

that's okay. be okay with it. be uncomfortable; in fact, this is the best place to be uncomfortable. under your own control, your own path. tell your story dozens of times, if that's how much it takes to get your point across.

art is an emotion. scream it from the rooftops. love it all.

#art #art rant #writing rant #I guess #I love art and I love love #please tell your side #the people want to hear #you want to hear it too

[ohehmgee]

hello folks! had my wisdom teeth out six days ago. All four are out. Bottom two were impacted and completely sideways but close to the top of the gum - had to have dissolvable stitches in the bottom. Top two were partially out and fine, so I'm pretty sure they just pulled them out. I was given sleeping pills and laughing gas before the procedure and got to watch Kung Fu Panda while they operated (side note: I have to rewatch kung fu panda now because I'm not sure I remember it correctly anymore). I am super up to answer questions whenever, but here are some points I learned:

STOCK UP ON YOGHURT. muscles that help operate my jaw were cut/injured while cutting out my teeth. I was unable to fit anything in my mouth for two days and was on a pure liquid diet because of that. Prep with stuff that you can "drink" easily - NO SUCKING or negative pressure in your mouth means wide rims and no straws.

RINSE YOUR MOUTH. Stuff will get stuck in there. The first two days, I couldn't manipulate my mouth enough to do anything but put water in there and then hold it for a little while before releasing. That still worked! It still helped!

BRUSH YOUR TEETH. This one is a toughie because I still can't get far back enough to brush as strong and intensely as I usually do, but even if you're brushing your front teeth, you're getting some toothpaste in there!

The dentist told me to start wearing my retainers, but they'd been built around my wisdom teeth, so it kind of got gross there for a bit when I put them in the night of the fourth day. I've only just put them in tonight, the night of the sixth day, and feel pretty okay about it.

I was prescribed a mouthwash (which is a medical mouthwash, not Colgate or anything, and was extremely helpful in making my mouth feel less nasty the first few days), pain pills, pills to keep swelling down, and antibiotics. As is usual, take your antibiotics until they run out, even if you're feeling great. I will NOT become Patient X for some mouth disease I could've kept away with antibiotics, no thank you.

My pain was, to me, pretty eh. Yeah, sure, it was painful. But it was (and still is) a soreness that I was used to from my wisdom teeth hurting before they were out. I'm not trying to underplay it, though - I've had to use an ice pack on my face more times this week than ever before, and I've taken so many pain meds to keep the pain at an understandable level that my guts are like what!!!

I'm a side sleeper, and side sleeping with ouchies in your mouth is... Not great. But I have an ice pack handy for if I wake up from the pain, and it's such a relief to have my teeth out that I can't even get too mad.

All in all, I had a pretty freaking great experience. My teeth are out, no complications. Eating has been a pain in the ass (but actually a pain in my mouth lol) and I still can't smile fully or fit pizza in my mouth or eat seeds, but my teeth are out.

Questions welcome!!

#wisdom teeth #wisdom tooth #wisdom tooth extraction #wisdom tooth removal #wisdom tooth surgery #wisdom tooth pain #oral surgery #dentist

[petculiars]

When Should Puppies Stop Biting?

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When Should Puppies Stop Biting?

Any pup owner knows that while puppies are playing they will be biting and nipping and doing all sorts of different things. Growing pups will also use biting and even chewing as a way of relieving their sore gums when their teeth are growing and to investigate their surroundings. And although it is very funny to watch a pup trying to play tough, as it gets older and the teeth start to get stronger, things will stop being cute and fast. You will soon notice that even though tiny, those razor-sharp teeth puppies have will start to hurt. At some point, you will get tired of having your skin constantly bruised and you’ll start to wonder when will your pup stop biting.

Will a puppy grow out of biting and nipping?

Pups don’t normally grow out of biting, even though they will start chewing less as soon as they are done teething, which happens around the age of 5 months old. An important aspect to consider is that your dog will get used to clamping down your skin if you let it do it often enough. This is why it is very important to train your dog and teach it appropriate behavior if you want to consider yourself a responsible pet owner.

You might also like my articles on how to sell a puppy you just bought, why are puppies breathing heavily, and the best flea treatments for puppies.

Ways to train your puppy to stop biting and nipping

Start with teaching the pup bite inhibition

Experts from the ASPCA (American Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals) consider that it is very important to teach your pup about bite inhibition even before trying to stop it from nipping or biting people while playing. Although your pup will continue to throw its teeth around, you will first have to teach it to be as gentle as possible. It is very important to teach your puppy to control its strength and the force of its jaws, so that when reaching adulthood, if it ever feels the need to bite, even if out of fear, it will do it in a gentle way. Even without your training, a puppy will usually learn to be gentle from playing with littermates and from its mother. For example, when the mother sees a pup bite too hard, she will intervene and stop it. Pups will also have to understand these things even while away from the litter and their mother, in a human’s house.

According to the ASPCA, when trying to teach your dog to be gentle, you should use the same techniques that its littermates might use. This means that you should have great success fixing this behavioral problem if you respond with a high-pitched “ow” every time your pup bites a little too hard while playing with you. Once your pup starts to understand and stops biting, give him a treat and praise. There are also dogs that get excited when they hear someone yelping. This means that if your dog gets excited when you make a high-pitched noise, it is better to just get up and walk away to make him understand you don’t like his behavior.

Stop the pup from biting by using redirection

A great way to reach your goal, which is basically to stop the pup from biting, is with the help of redirection. This is done by giving your pup a chew bone or a tug toy as soon as it starts to bite down or nip at your skin. This is to create a connection inside your pup’s head between his need to bite and chewing on a toy, according to experts from the ASPCA.

There are also a few breeds of dogs, like the Shetland sheepdogs and even Border Collies, that will give in to their herding instincts and nip humans at the ankles in an effort to herd them around the house. One thing you can do if you know your pup is an ankle grabber is to just keep a toy with you at all times, and when the dog feels the need to nip at your ankle, just wave the toy and stop walking. Give him a treat and praise him as soon as the pup grabs the toy, and then just move on. This exercise should be repeated until you can safely walk around your house without the fear of being nipped.

Puppies have to understand that playtime ends when they bite

You should try to give your puppy the occasional timeouts as a way to teach him that any game you’re playing is over as soon as he either nips or bites. This will be something a pup won’t need a lot of time to understand, considering that they usually like to play and don’t like these types of timeouts. You can see this timeout in whatever way you like; either by picking up the dog and placing it in his enclosure or a gated room or by leaving the room and letting the pet cool off. Leaving the pup alone for just around 60 seconds should be enough for him to understand. Then, you can resume your play sessions. This technique should be repeated until you see results.

Your pup can never have enough chew toys

It is very important to give your pup enough toys, especially between the ages of 2 and 10 months old, when the pet is going through rapid development, according to the AKC (American Kennel Club). Toys are not only helpful when it comes to the discomfort and pain caused by the development of their teeth, but also as a way of providing mental stimulation, and even training, to some extent. Toys should always be chosen based on the dog’s overall personality and size.

[absolutepokemontrash]

You Can’t Handle The Tooth

A very very short fic where Luke needs a loose baby tooth pulled, but he’s really nervous about it.

Genre: Crack

Warnings: Teeth stuff

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Wiggle…wiggle…wiggle…

Luke toyed with his loose tooth in front of the mirror, brows creasing as his eyes followed each little shake.

Wiggle…wiggle…wiggle…

“Luke, you’re going to be late for school, are you still in bed?” Simeon knocked before slowly opening the door and sticking his head in the room. Luke didn’t have time to answer, he had much more pressing things to deal with! “What’s wrong?”

“Oh Simeon!” Luke cried, pointing at his loose canine. “My tooth! It’s awful!”

“Ah,” all the concern melted off Simeon face, and an almost cheeky smile replaced it. “How long has it been loose for? I could pull it out for you-”

“NO!”

“E-eh?”

“NEVER! You’re not touching my tooth!” Luke covered his mouth protectively with his hands, pushing a little too hard on the loose tooth and causing a dull ache in his gums. “Not after what happened last time!”

“L-last time?”

Luke shuddered at the memory. “We tried to pull one of my front teeth too early… and it hurt sooooo much and got stuck… one of the older angels had to get it out with pliers…”

The little Angel said that last part in a whisper, as if repeating what happened would summon dozens of plier monsters to steal his remaining baby teeth. Simeon chuckled slightly before covering it up with a cough, but even Luke could still see the ghost of a smile on his face.

“I promise I won’t hurt you, would you like to try-”

“No!” Luke shook his head so hard his hat slipped onto his face. “It needs to fall out naturally so it doesn’t hurt!”

Simeon blinked a few times in surprise, before shrugging and sighing. “If you say so, Luke. Now we’re going to miss school if you don’t get going.”

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And wait for the tooth to fall out naturally, Luke did. But OH MY GOD WAS IT ANNOYING.

After a fatal incident where Luke bit down on a cookie Barbatos had made, his tooth was majorly loose. Every time he bit something, the tooth would click back and hit the roof of his mouth, causing one of the most aggravating pains of Luke’s (albeit short for an Angel) life.

Eating soft foods at lunch? “OW!”

Hopping up and down stairs? “OW!”

Just talking? “OW OW OW!”

As much as this was grating on Luke, it was grating on the demons and the other exchange students more.

“You know, Luke,” Beel said, munching on a muffin that Luke had given up to him. “I could pull it out for you.”

“Wh- no! I already told you!” Luke huffed, crossing his arms and slumping forward, causing his teeth to click together and once again, hitting the loose tooth. “I’m waiting for it to fall out naturally.”

Belphie, who was asleep next to Beel, let out a surprised snore, opened his eyes, and scanned the area before his eyes landed on Luke.

“Snrk- ugh… loose tooth?” He asked.

“Mhm…”

“Give me five minutes, let me get the pliers.” Belphie shifted to get up, but the horrified expression on Luke’s face froze him in his tracks. “Y-you alright Chihuahua?”

“NOOOOOOOOOO!”

Luke screamed and ran down the hall and completely out of sight, leaving the two bewildered twins behind.

————————

“Owwww…” Luke whimpered, rubbing his upper lip in an attempt to massage his sore gums. He was sitting next to Leviathan in the library during what was supposed to be a relaxing study period, but nope. His tooth was once again ruining his day.

Levi grimaced and rolled his eyes as his thumbs just missed the next tiles. Piano Tiles was a game meant to be won with little to no distractions, but the chihuahua was really getting on Levi’s last nerve. He slowly turned to look at Luke, what he hoped to be a gentle smile on his face.

“L-listen, why don’t I help you with that?”

“Wh-what do you mean?”

Levi went redder than ketchup as embarrassment rushed to his face. “W-well! I know yo-you probably d-don’t want the help of some worthless Otaku, but I can get your tooth out.”

“Huh?”

Levi turned to face Luke fully and lowered himself to his level. “Y-yeah, just let me get some twine and-”

The Avatar of Envy reached forward, and as quick as a bolt of lighting, a resounding CRACK echoed through the entire library. Levi’s face snapped to the right as a red spot began to grow on his cheek. Luke’s chair screeched as he roughly pushed it out and bolted for the door.

“SIMEEEEEEOOOOOOOON!”

His shouts revived an angry shush from the poor librarian.

“G-geez…” Levi rubbed the spot on his cheek, it didn’t particularly sting, and Luke had really soft little hands. “Like being slapped by a squishamellow…”

———————

“Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!” Luke whined as he went down each step of the school’s front stairs. The Avatar of Greed let out an annoyed groan from behind him.

“Fido, I’m serious, if ya don’t stop with the whinin’ I’m gonna take away your extra walkies.”

Luke went a colour that could only be described as the brightest shade of red ever conceived as he turned to berate Mammon. “My name is- ow- it’s Luke!”

“Yeah yeah yeah,” Mammon rolled his eyes waved his hand in the air. “What’s the big idea about this stupid tooth anyway? Don’tcha know what you’ll get once it comes out?”

“Hm? What..?”

“Money!” Mammon said with a megawatt smile. “The tooth fairy’ll give ya some pocket change in exchange for your tooth! A pretty fair trade if ya ask me.”

“I don’t need money.” Luke huffed, frowning up at Mammon. “I save my allowance. Unlike some.”

Mammon choked on a gasp before coughing up a storm. Luke turned around and kept walking. No use in trying to reason with scumbags like him!

“Oi! That’s a pretty mean thing for an Angel to say!” Mammon shouted. He grabbed the back of Luke’s collar and spun him around. “Listen kid, I know ya want your tooth to fall out ‘naturally’ or whatever, but what if the Great Mammon made takin’ your tooth out fun?”

“F-fun?” Luke asked tentatively, Mammon grinned and nodded.

“Yeah! I’ll get a bit of twine, wrap it around that sucker and attach the end of the twine to the bumper of my car. Then I put the pedal to the medal and the tooth becomes a distant memory! What do ya say?”

Luke and Mammon had about four seconds of awkward sustained eye contact… until Luke raised a small bottle and sprayed its contents right into Mammon’s eyes.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHH!”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!”

The two of them screamed as Luke ran off towards Purgatory Hall at top speed. Mammon clawed at his eyes before he realized… Luke had sprayed him with water. Not holy water. Regular water.

…damn it chihuahua.

—————

“Ah, hello Chihuahua.”

No… in his own home…

There stood in the doorway to the living room… evil incarnate. The worst of the worst… the baddest of the bad… the sadists of sadists… the most refined scum in the entire Devildom… the giver of bad nicknames…

Lucifer… the Avatar of Pride…

Well, the most refined dickhead in the Devildom was wearing quite the chipper smile on his eeeeeeviiiil face.

“What do you want?” Luke sneered, Lucifer only smiled and sat next to the Angel.

“I’ve heard about your little debacle and I’m here to help.” Lucifer said, slowly reaching out his hand. “Just hold still.”

“NO!”

“LUCIFER FREEZE.”

Ah! A SAVIOUR!

Standing in the doorway with her hands on her hips, stood the human exchange student. Lucifer sat frozen mid grab for the tooth with a expression that could only be described as pure inconvenience. Himiko gently glided across the room and took Luke’s face in her gentle hands, he immediately sank into her touch.

“Oh you poor poor thing!” Himiko cooed, her eyes filled with sympathy. “Has your tooth really been bothering you?”

“Mhm…” Luke sighed mournfully. Even though he would have loved to have told Himiko off for treating him like a little kid… he had to admit, she had a way of making him feel like the most special little Angel in the entire universe.

“Aw, and everyone’s been bothering you? Shame on them!”

“Yeah!”

“Excuse me-”

“Shut up, Lucifer.” Himiko growled before turning back to Luke with the sweetest look he’d ever seen. “Oh Luke, I’ll help, okay? You don’t have to take your tooth out. I know an old human truck that can make all the pain vanish.”

“R-really?” Luke asked, his voice tinged with hope.

“Mhm!” Himiko nodded with the warmest of smiles on her face. “Here, lay down.”

She gently guided Luke’s head to rest in her lap, then patted his head three times.

“Step one! Pat, pat, pat!”

Luke giggled as Himiko then began to boop his nose.

“Step two! Beep, beep, beep!”

“Hi-Himiko…” Luke said through peals of childish giggles. “How’s this supposed to help?”

“Shhh, now for step three. Close your eyes and say aaaaaaaah.”

“Aaaaaaah.”

Luke closed his eyes and he felt Himiko’s fingers close around his tooth, then- nothing. Huh… there was the tiniest of dull aches but he didn’t feel any discomfort. Luke opened his eyes a crack and slowly felt around for his tooth with his tongue. Did Himiko click it back into his skull or something-

THAT HUMAN STOLE HIS TOOTH!

Himiko triumphantly held the baby tooth in two pinched fingers, Lucifer let out a chuckle and shook his head. Luke’s jaw dropped as he leapt off of Himiko’s lap and nearly fell backwards into the coffee table. He pointed an accusatory finger at the two of them as he tried to sputter out a reply.

“Y-y-you tricked me!” Luke gasped, he turned to Lucifer with a furious expression on his little face. “Your awful demon-ness has rubbed off on her! That was sneaky! And cruel! And mean! And-”

“Clever?” Lucifer offered.

“I was going to say awful!” Luke stomped his foot.

“Luke,” Himiko said gently, holding out his tooth. “Come on, it didn’t even hurt, did it?”

“N-no! But you’ve betrayed my trust! I’m never speaking to either of you again!” Luke said as he stomped off towards his room.

Himiko and Lucifer shared a glance as they heard angry footsteps coming back to the living room. Luke stuck out his hand, his cheeks still red with anger.

“I want my tooth back. I deserve some tooth fairy money for this!”

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Author’s Note

Betrayal… betrayal of the highest order… this was just a quick little thing to get me back into the swing of writing :3

I hope you enjoyed!

#obey me #obey me! #obey me! shall we date? #obey me shall we date #obey me mammon #obey me mc #obey me Luke #Obey me Simeon #Obey me Leviathan #Obey me Beelzebub #Obey me Belphegor #Obey me fic #Obey me fanfic #Obey me Lucifer

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Sweet Tooth - One Shot

a/n: dentistrry is here!! I only researched a couple of things, so if you’re in the dentistry/medical field please don’t come for me if things are inaccurate, it’s just a fic, you know? This ia really cute, sweet, datey fic, so I hope you enjoy! Feedback and reblogs are super helpful! (not proofread) Consider buying me a coffee if you’re able! 

Warnings: fluff and smut (the word molested is used, nothing bad happens or has happened to the main characters, it’s just mentioned during a conversation)

Pairing: Harry x OC

Words: 18K

“Dad, I can go by myself.” Abby groans to her father.

“I have to make sure everything gets billed correctly. Your dentist said only two are impacted, so only half is covered my medical and the other half is covered by dental.”

She huffs out a sigh, but nods her head as they enter Tufts Medical Center. Abby was finally getting a consult for her wisdom teeth. Perhaps at the age of twenty she felt a little late to the game for this, but her mouth had only started to hurt a little this past year. She was a little nervous about being knocked out for surgery, but she also just wanted her mouth to feel better. It was the summer before her junior year of college, so now was the perfect time to get it done. Abby and her dad make their way through the building, and get to the floor they need to be on.

“Abigail Simmons.” Her dad says to the receptionist and she nods.

“Someone will be out for her shortly. Did you have her most recent x-rays sent to us?”

“Yes.” Her dad says, and they both go to take a seat.

Abby’s leg was bouncing and she was chewing on her bottom lip. It was just a consult, there was really nothing to be worried about.

“Abigail?” Her eyes widen as she looks over at the person who just said her name. He had a toothy smile and was wearing a set of blue scrubs. She and her father both stand up. “Hi, I’m Harry, you can follow me.” He smiles to the two of them as he leads them to the consult rooms. He gets Abby situated in the dental chair. “Just so you both know, I am a student, but a competent one, which is why one of the other nurses isn’t here, but one of them will come by shortly, and so will the doctor.” He sits down on the stool and wheels over to Abby as he puts his gloves on. “Heard your mouth’s been sore, huh?”

“Y-yeah.”

“She called me at school in tears.” Her dad says and she glares at him.

“College student?” Harry raises an eyebrow and looks back at the computer to review her x-rays. “How old are you?”

“Twenty.” Abby says.

“Your teeth are, like, really straight. Did you have braces?”

“When she was in middle school. She stills wears her retainer.”

Harry and Abby both look at her father and blink. He was really starting to piss her off. She could answer for herself.

“Well, you’ve got a very good girl here, don’t you, Mr. Simmons? Listen, uh, this is going to take a few minutes. I need to look at all of her teeth and confirm the ones that are impacted and if the other two have room or not. There’s another waiting area right over there. I’ll call you back over once the doctor’s here. Would that be alright?”

“It’s just…Abby’s really nervous-“

“Dad, please, I’m fine.”

“Alright.” Her dad sighs. “I’ll be right over there.”

“Bit of a helicopter you have there.” Harry smirks at her.

“Thank you for getting rid of him. I bring myself to the doctor all the time, but for whatever reason he was adamant about coming to this.”

“It’s major surgery I don’t blame him.” Harry grabs a bib to put around Abby. “So, you go by Abby?”

“Mhm.” She blushes as he clips the bib in place and adjusts her hair.

“Is it true, are you nervous?”

“A little…mostly about the surgery, not so much about the rest. I’m not one of those people that’s afraid of the dentist.”

“No worries, love, you’ll be in good hands with us.” He smiles. “I’m gonna put the chair back now, alright?”

“Okay.”

The chair slowly goes back, and he situates a pair of sunglasses onto her before fixing the light over her eyes.

“Could you open up for me as much as you can? I’ll try to be as gentle as possible since I know you’re experiencing a lot of discomfort.”

She nods and opens up wide. She feels his pinkies enter her mouth and feel around her gums. She winces a few times when he brushes up against the back of her mouth. She hears him whisper sorry a few times. Abby tries to focus on anything else. She focuses on how green his eyes are, and how seemingly perfect his skin is. Her mind wanders to how people get skin like that. What’s his routine? How could she get skin as smooth? Does he see a dermatologist regularly?

“Okay, Abby, I’m gonna out the chair back upright, and go grab your dad and the doctor. Hope that didn’t hurt too much.”

“It was fine, thank you.”

Abby’s dad, two nurses, Harry, and the doctor all come over to her to discuss her teeth. She definitely needed all four removed. They settle on a date for her to come back and have the procedure done, and Harry gives her the rundown on how to prep for the surgery.

“We’ll see you in a couple of weeks, Abby.” Harry smiles.

“You’ll be here?”

“You bet.”

Even though she was nervous as fuck to go under, she was almost excited to see the handsome dental student again. At least it was something to look forward to.

//

Abby had an early morning surgery, and she had to stop eating the night before. So she was exhausted and starving, not to mention she was a ball of nerves. Her dad drove her in for the appointment, and assured her he’d be there afterwards.

“Abby?” Harry comes out all scrubbed up and ready to go. She stands up and waves back to her dad before going with him. He brings her over to a consult chair and types on the computer. “Alright, whatcha have for breakfast?”

“N-nothing, I haven’t eaten since dinner last night.”

“Good girl.” He says without looking at her. “And what about a midnight snack?”

“Harry, I haven’t eaten since dinner last night.”

“You remembered my name?” He asks as he turns to her, and she blushes.

“Sort of hard to forget the British guy that told my dad to go sit somewhere else.” She smirks, and it makes him laugh. “Will you be in the operating room?”

“Yup, I’ll be there the whole time. I’m the hand holder.”

“The hand holder?”

“Mhm, while they’re helping you get to sleep I’ll be holding your hand, making sure you’re alright. I also get to put the IV in your arm.”

“Lucky you.” She deadpans and it makes him laugh again.

“What are you in school for?”

“Psychology. I’d like to be the type of doctor that doesn’t have to deal with all this.” She gestures around the room.

“Helping people on a whole other level, I see.” He nods.

The doctor comes over, and she must have gotten asked about four more times if she had eaten breakfast. She gets settled in the chair in the new room where she’d be operated on. She watches as Harry gets the IV in her arm, and then he holds her hand, just like he said he was. He was wearing a mask now, but she could tell he was smiling.

“Don’t worry, Abby, the next time you wake up these nasty teeth will be gone.”

She nods at him and squeezes his hand as they get the oxygen hooked up to her nose. His thumb rubs the back of her hand as a nurse puts the mask over her mouth, and her eyes slowly start to droop. The last image she has is Harry’s hand in hers.

When Abby wakes up, her eyes immediately well up with tears as she looks around the room. She sees her dad sitting in a chair reading a magazine, and she sees the IV still hooked up to her arm. She makes a whining noise and her dad looks over at her.

“Hey, you’re awake.” He smiles. “Everything went really well, honey. You did great.”

After about ten minutes a nurse comes in and takes the IV out. In her daze she tried looking for Harry, but she couldn’t find him. She was so delirious she could barely walk, and her dad had to help her to the car. She just wanted to say thank you to Harry for holding her hand, but she never got the chance.

//

Several years later, Abby had finished her master’s degree in counseling, and just finished up her licensure program. She already had a few different job opportunities lined up. The one she wanted most was at a local university at a counseling center. Being a student in today’s age was tough, and Abby wanted to be someone they could open up to. She had done extremely well in her postgraduate internship, so she had impeccable recommendations. She just needed to narrow things down to what school she wanted to work for, and that ultimately came down to benefits. She ended up going with UMASS Boston. It was a school a lot of her friends attended, so she sort of knew the campus, it was easy enough to get to by train, and the benefits were great.

After getting the first semester under her belt, Abby was feeling confident in what she was doing. She was truly helping students. She’d even be able to go for her PhD for free after she had six months under her belt. With winter break underway, Abby was getting caught up on some self-care, which meant going in for her annual cleaning.

“Hello, this is MidCity General Denstistry, may I please speak with Abigail Simmons?”

“This is she.”

“Hi, Abigail, this is a call to remind you of your appointment this week.”

“Right, Wednesday at 3PM?”

“Correct, and I have to inform you that your usual dentist, Dr. Morgan, has recently retired.”

“Oh…I mean good for her, I just liked her a lot.” Abby chuckles.

“Don’t worry, our new doctor, Dr. Styles, is amazing and everyone’s really like him so far. He’s taking over all of Dr. Morgan’s patients.”

“Okay, that should be fine. See you Wednesday!” Abby hangs up the phone and puts an extra reminder on her phone so she wouldn’t forget.

On Wednesday, she checked in and was brought into the back by a nurse, Marie. She was the dental assistant that would be doing her cleaning, nothing out of the ordinary. Although, Abby was starting to get aggravated because Marie kept sticking the pick into the same tooth in the back of her mouth. She hears Marie sigh.

“Abby, it seems like you may have a cavity. Dr. Styles will be able to confirm it. Let me polish you up, and then I’ll go get him.”

Before Abby has a chance to respond, Marie was already polishing her teeth. She was left to lay back in the chair while Marie went to get Dr. Styles.

“Hello, Miss Simmons.” Abby’s eyes widen when she hears his voice. He sits on a stool and wheels over next to her. “I’m Dr. Styles, nice to meet you.” He extends his hand to her and she takes it. “Mind if I take a quick peak at everything else before I inspect this possible cavity?”

“N-no, go ahead.”

“Thank you, open wide for me.”

She does so, and he sticks his gloved fingers into her mouth, feeling around her gums, and making sure everything’s alright. Next he grabs the tools and does a quick inspection of her overall mouth before poking at the tooth that Marie said was the problem. Abby notices how he hum along to the music playing on the radio. It was almost soothing.

“Okay, I’m gonna hit the button so you can sit up.” He says to her. Marie moves the light, and Abby takes the sunglasses she was given off. Her eyes widen again when she gets a good look at him.

Abby had come into contact with a lot of people in her life since the time she was twenty. It would be odd to remember someone that helped with her oral surgery, but too much was adding up. A man with a British accent, the same green eyes, and he was in the dental profession. She was finally going to get a chance to thank him.

“You have a cavity.” He sighs.

“I’ve never had one in my life.” She shakes her head.

“Happens to the best of us.” Dr. Styles chuckles. “Are you eating a lot of sweets?”

“Um, well, I’m a counselor at UMASS Boston, and I tend to suck on jolly ranchers when I’m meeting with students. Helps remind me to just sit and listen and not interrupt.”

“Ah, that’s a pretty good trick. Maybe try sugar free gum?”

“No, gum gives me a headache.” She shakes her head. “I prefer to suck than to chew.”

“Right.” He swallows. “Maybe try sucking on some mints then?”

“Sure, I can try that.” She smiles at him.

“Good girl.” He smiles back at her. That just sealed the deal it was definitely him. “Marie here will help you set up an appointment so I can take care of this for you.”

“You’ll be doing the procedure?”

“Mhm, you’re stuck with me now…unless you want to switch to another doctor, which I hope you don’t. Hope you’re not missing Dr. Morgan too much.”

“Not as much as I thought, that’s for sure. Um…this may be a weird question, but did you happen to be a student at Tufts Medical Center?”

“I was! It’s where I went after I got my bachelor’s. I can perform oral surgery, but I much prefer doing stuff like this. Can fill a cavity in my sleep. How did you know I went there?”

“I…this is going to sound so weird, but, like, six years ago you…held my hand when I got my wisdom teeth out.” Harry’s eyes widen at that. “Normally I wouldn’t remember someone so well, but…it’s not every day I have a British doctor.”

“Oh, wow, you remember me doing that?”

“Yeah, and we left before I ever got a chance to say thank you for keeping me so calm. So…thanks.” She blushes.

“I wish…I wish I remembered that. They often had me as the hand holder. How nice for our paths to cross again, huh? Promise to be just as good a dentist as I was at holding your hand.”

“That’s all I could hope for.” She smirks, and it makes him chuckle. “Right, well, Marie, please help Miss Simmons set up her appointment with me so we can get this cavity filled.”

“Sure thing, Dr. Styles.” Marie says as she makes a few clicks on the computer.

Just like that he was gone. He had grown into quite the handsome man since she last saw him. Not that he wasn’t before, but he looked more adult now. She wondered how much older he was than her. More importantly, she wondered if he was single.

//

It was about a week later when Abby came in to have her cavity taken care of. Marie was the dental assistant again which brought Abby some comfort. Marie gets her prepped in the chair as they wait for Harry to come into the private room.

“Alright, good morning, Miss Simmons.” He says brightly.

“You can just call me Abby if you want…” She says shyly.

“Okay, Abby, it is. Let’s fill this cavity, yeah?” He sits on the stool and wheels over to her. “Gotta give you a spot of nova cane, but before I do that we have to numb the area a bit, so this little thing that looks like a lollypop is gonna go in.” Abby nods. “Open up for me.” She does so. “Good girl, thank you.” He places the numbing stick inside her mouth and she scrunches her face. “I know, it doesn’t taste very good, sorry.” He stands back up. “I’ll be back in about five minutes.”  

True to his word, Harry comes back five minutes later, and takes the numbing stick out of Abby’s mouth. Next he has her open up so he can administer the nova cane. He tells her she might feel a slight pinch, and she accidentally grabs onto his thigh.

“S-sorry.” Abby says as she takes her hand off him. “I may not be afraid of the dentist, but I really don’t like needles.”

Harry and Marie share a glance, and then Harry looks at Abby.

“Marie, would you mind handling the nova cane so I can hold Abby’s hand?”

“Sure thing, Dr. Styles.”

Harry hands the needle to Marie, and then Harry grabs onto Abby’s hand. He smiles softly at her, and she’s able to focus on him and not the needle going into her gums. Marie says it’s all set, so Harry gets back into position with the drill.

“If it hurts, just let me know and we can numb you a bit more.” Harry says to her. “It’ll be over before you know it.”

Abby pinches her eyes closed the second the drill comes into contact with her tooth. Thank god Harry was wearing a mask because he couldn’t help but smile at how cute she looked. Luckily, Abby didn’t suffer too much. The procedure didn’t take too long, and she was sitting upright before she knew it.

“You did great.” Harry smiles at her. “So, that side of your mouth will be numb for a bit. Give it a few hours before you eat anything, avoid hot foods.” Abby just nods her head along, too embarrassed to speak because she knew she would sound stupid. “Have you made your appointment for your next cleaning?” She nods again. “Great, Marie, I’m just gonna go over another few things with Abby, feel free to go on your break.”

“Oh, alright. See you in six months, Abby.” Marie smiles, and leaves the room as Abby waves to her.

“I actually already went over everything with you. I…uh…just wanted her to step out.” Abby’s eyes widen at that. “I was actually wondering, um, if you’d like to go out for coffee sometime…you know, when you can have hot liquids again.” He blushes and so does she. She nods yes at him quickly. “You do? Great, um, can I have your number then?” Abby frantically reaches for the phone in her pocket, unlocks it, and then hands it to Harry so he can add his contact. “I’ll call you in a couple of days so we can set something up, yeah?”

She smiles and nods as she takes her phone back. Her heart was fluttering. She felt like she was in a dream or something. Coffee couldn’t come soon enough.

//

Harry called Abby a couple of days later, just like he said he would, and they agreed upon what coffee shop they should meet up at on Saturday. Her mouth was feeling much better, and she was really excited to see him. She was still in shock that he asked her out in the first place. She thought she’d have to wait another six months to see him again.

He got to the coffee shop first, and decided to wait outside for her. He smiles when he sees her and they step inside.

“It’s on me.” He says. “Get whatever you like.”

“Oh! That’s so nice of you.” Abby blushes. “Thanks.” They each order and grab a table to sit at. It was too cold outside to go for a walk.

“I just want to preface by saying I’ve never asked out a patient before.” Harry says to her.

“So…why ask me out then?”

“I just found it really endearing that you remembered me, and all you wanted to do was say thank you to me for doing something so simple.”

“Harry, I had just turned twenty, I was practically still a kid. I had never gone under or had a surgery before, I was petrified. My dad was just as nervous, you were the only thing that calmed me down.”

“So, that would make you roughly twenty-six now?”

“Yes it would.” She smiles as she takes a sip of her coffee. “How old are you?”

“I’ll be thirty-two next month.” It was an age difference both of them might have been against those years ago, but not now. They were both well into adulthood, had their careers, and had some life experience under their belts. “It’s killing me that I don’t remember you.”

“It’s really okay. You’ve probably seen so many patients. I’m sure years down the line I won’t remember every student I’ve met with.”

“Right, you said you’re a counselor at…?”

“UMASS Boston.”

“And how do you like doing that?”

“I love it, honestly. I feel so bad for these kids, they have so much on their plates, under all this pressure. It’s really brave of them to come ask for help, so I like giving them a safe space. Some meetings are more serious than others, so it’s never boring. I feel like I’m doing something worthwhile.”

“That’s amazing. Feel like I do better talking to people in small spurts, that’s what’s so great about being a dentist. People can’t strike up small talk when you’ve got your fingers in their mouth.” He laughs and so does Abby.

“How long have you been at MidCity for?”

“Like…six months, I think. I like it a lot, everyone’s really nice. Marie’s my favorite assistant, though, sometimes her kids come in and they’re really cute, and her wife bakes the best brownies.”

“She’s usually the one to do my cleanings, I like her a lot too.”

“Can I ask why you chose jolly ranchers to suck on? I mean, how many students are you meeting with? You must go through a ton.”

“I do.” She blushes in embarrassment. “I got them when they were on sale after Halloween…I’m definitely going to try the mints like you said.”

“Good, I’m glad.” He smiles as he takes a bite of his bagel.

“So, how does a doctor such as yourself not already have a girlfriend?”

“Getting right to it, huh?” He smirks and she nods. “Medical school takes up a lot of time, and then when I first started as an intern, I was constantly overworked. I was doing surgeries left and right, I was too exhausted to try and make anything serious work. Then I decided I’d rather be working at a practice. I still do a lot of teeth pulling, but not as much as I was. And now that things have slowed down a bit, I just haven’t met someone I’ve wanted to be serious with.” He shrugs. “What about you?”

“Same thing, sort of.” She giggles. “Grad school was a lot, and then interning was a lot. Now I’m just really settling into my job. I survived the first semester, now I feel like a pro.”

“That’s a good feeling to have. Is your commute long?”

“Not really, I just take the green line to the red and I’m there. Obviously the trains can be unpredictable, but it beats having to pay for a car and car insurance. What about you? Are you in the city, or out in the suburbs.”

“Oh, I’m in the city. I drive to work, though, I’ve got my own parking spot at the back of the building.”

“Well, we can’t all be so special.” She smirks.

“No, I suppose not.” He smirks back at her. “How’s your tooth feel, by the way?”

“Oh, it’s fine, thanks. You’re really good at your job. It was nice of you to hold my hand when Marie did the nova cane.”

“I felt so bad that you were scared.” He reaches across the table and places his hand over hers. “When you grabbed onto me I knew I had to do something.”

“God that was embarrassing. I would have felt so violated if someone did that to me.”

“It’s not like you grabbed my dick, Abby, it’s alright.” He gives her hand a squeeze.

“Right.” She lets out a nervous laugh. “So, do you work a standard Monday through Friday at MidCity, or how does all of that work?”

“Yup, pretty much.” He takes his hand away from hers. “I mean obviously if there’s an emergency we have to cancel appointments, but for the most part we leave spots open for surgeries so people are able to book those easy enough. I usually pop by the cleanings in between cavity fillings and other stuff.”

“What made you want to become a dentist?”

“Well, I knew I wanted to work in the medical field, but selfishly I didn’t want the long hours at hospitals. I don’t have to be on call, like, I don’t have to worry about emergencies in the middle of the night. Not often, anyways.”

“I feel like I would get grossed out looking at teeth all day.” Abby chuckles.

“It’s not as bad as you think. I try to separate the teeth from the person. Like, I was able to give all new teeth to this recovering meth addict. She had this incredible story, and I knew I had to help. She had been sober for five years, but no one would hire her because of her teeth. Now she’s working a corporate job doing great.”

“Oh, wow, that’s amazing.”

“You must have some great stories with your students.”

“Yeah, I’ve really bonded with a few of them. Sometimes they just need someone on their side, you know? A lot of them are first in their family to go to school, so they’re doing a lot on their own.”

“That’s a lot of pressure.”

“You have no idea.”

“Well, it’s good they have a nice person like you to help them.” Harry smiles warmly at her and she smiles back. “Would you, um, would you be interested in going out for dinner some time?”

“I…yeah, I’d love to.” She blinks a couple of times. “I’m free most nights right now because we’re on winter break.”

“You don’t have to go into your office at all?”

“I just answer emails from home.” Abby shrugs.

“Sweet deal.” Harry grins. “So, how would Thursday night work for you?”

“Thursday works great.” She smiles.

They both throw out all of their trash and step out of the coffee shop. They share a gentle hug, and go their separate ways. Harry said he’d call in a couple of days to let her know where he’d be taking her, and she was beyond excited.

//

Friday night, Harry picked Abby up in front of her building. When he saw her, he got out of the car to open the door for her and she giggled.

“That’s a nice coat.” He says to her.

“Thanks, I got it on sale at L.L. Bean back in August. Keeps me nice and warm.”

“Oh, I love shopping there! Once in a while I’ll take the drive up to New Hampshire to go to the actual store to get the really good stuff. The boots I got from there for the winter will last a life time.”

“Yeah, it’s just good quality stuff. I usually get a decent coupon in the mail or online.” She chews her bottom lip. Clearly Harry had a little more money than she did. “Where are we eating?”

“You’ll love it, it’s this nice Italian place at the North End. I remember you said Italian was something you liked when we spoke on the phone.”

Abby smiles at him and he looks at her briefly to smile back. He finds a place to park, somehow, and they walk towards the restaurants. She hadn’t been to the North End in a while since most of the places were expensive. Harry puts his hand on the small of her back as they walk in, and he tells the hostess he has a reservation. She leads them over to a table for two and he pulls out the chair for her.

“So, how’s your week been?” Abby asks him.

“Pretty good, fit this one person with a new tooth, did a couple of crowns. Same old, same old.” He shrugs. “How about you?”

“Good, I did some virtual sessions with some students who are having shitty winter breaks. I went into the office for a team retreat, and then I updated some spread sheets.” She chuckles.

“That’s nice of you to do virtual appointments.”

“It’s all part of the job.”

“Good evening, folks.” A waiter comes over with water and a basket of rolls. “I’m Parker, can I start you off with any drinks or appetizers?”

“Abby, would you care to get a bottle of white for the table?” Harry asks her.

“Oh, sure, that’s be great. Would Pinot Grigio be alright?”

“It’s perfect. A bottle of Piniot Grigio, please.” He looks down at the menu and furrows his brows at the appetizers. “Calamari?” He asks her and she nods. “Calamari, Parker.”

“Sounds great, I’ll be back in a moment with the wine and to take your dinner orders.”

“The calamari here is excellent, it’s lightly fried in peanut oil so it doesn’t feel heavy.”

“What do you recommend for an entrée?”

“Everything’s good. What are you in the mood for?”

Abby looks down at the menu and her eyebrows raise at the prices.

“Maybe just one of these pasta dishes.”

“Don’t do that.”

“What?”

“Don’t get the cheapest thing on the menu. Get whatever you like, it’s my treat.”

“Harry, this is gonna be really expensive.”

“I wouldn’t have brought you here if I couldn’t afford it, please don’t worry about it.”

“O-okay, then…maybe the steak tips with the pan seared peppers.”

“If that’s what you want then you should have it.” Harry smiles. Parker comes over with the bottle of wine, and pours the first two glasses for them. “I’m really glad we could do this tonight.” He grins. “I…found something when I was going through some old things the other day.”

“Oh?” She raises an eyebrow as she sips on her drink.

“It was killing me that I couldn’t remember you, but then it hit me.” He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a card. “I’ve never been so thankful to be a packrat in my life.” He opens it and smiles. “Dear Harry, I never got a chance to say thank you when you held my hand before my surgery. I figured I’d drop this off when I came in to have my stitches removed. I hope this finds its way to you. You’re going to be a great doctor someday. Sincerely, Abby Simmons.” He smiles at her as he places the card back in his back pocket.

“You…you kept that?”

“It wasn’t often I got cards like that, so I kept it, and once in a while when I needed a pick me up I’d read it. As soon as I re-read it the other day I completely remembered you. I even remembered telling your dad to go sit in the other waiting room.”

“Oh my god.” Abby chuckles. “That was the greatest thing I had ever seen. Think that solidified the crush I had on you.”

“Telling your dad to basically leave you alone?”

“Yeah.” She smirks. “Super hot to see you be so sure of yourself and confident. Plus, he was really pissing me off, talking over me and answering for me.”

“Wow, so I guess I’m the one that away, huh?” He smirks.

“You certainly were. Although, I hadn’t thought about you in quite some time. It’s crazy that you ended up becoming my dentist.”

“Very crazy.” Parker comes over with the calamari and tells the two he’s going to put their orders in now. Harry watches as she sticks her fork into a piece and takes a bite. “You’re really cute, you know that?”

“I’ll take your word for it.” She smiles. “This is really good.”

“I’m glad you like it.”

The rest of the date goes really well. Abby and Harry continued to joke around and flirt. It wasn’t until the check came that she felt a little uncomfortable.

“How much is it?” She asks him nervously.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” He smirks and slides his card into the slot, letting Parker take it. “Would you like to walk around for a bit, maybe get some dessert by the water?”

“That sounds great, but only if I can pay for dessert.”

“Deal.” He smiles.

Harry holds Abby’s hand as they walk through the little park by the water. Even though it was cold out, it was still a beautiful night. They duck into a gelato place for a little dessert. They decide to split something, which ends up being insanely romantic when Harry lifts his spoon to her lips. She makes a show of it as she takes a bite, licking her lips after and everything. He holds her hand during the drive, and lets her pick the radio station. He gets out and walks her up to the door once they get to her building.

“I had a lot of fun with you tonight.” She says to him.

“Me too.” He steps closer to her. “Do you see a third date in our future?”

“Definitely.” She nods. “Do you like bowling?”

“Love bowling. Are you, um, free Saturday night?”

“I can be.” She smiles. “Pick me up around seven?”

“It’s a date.” He smiles. The two stand there awkwardly for a moment, unsure if they should kiss or not, so instead Harry opens his arms for hug, and she wraps her arms around his neck. She kisses his cheek, and then he kisses hers. “I’ll see you Saturday, Abby.”

“See you Saturday, Harry.”

//

Harry was on cloud nine the next day at work. He couldn’t stop thinking about Abby, her smile, her laugh, the little beauty mark she has under right eye. He thought she was gorgeous, charming, and kind. Normally he’d never get involved with a patient, but he couldn’t help it with her. He thought it was so sweet that she remembered him after all this time, and he felt so relieved that he remembered her.

“You’ve had this dreamy look on your face all week, what’s with you?” Marie asks Harry while they’re eating lunch.

“I…sort of met someone, and we’ve been out a couple times…she’s great.”

“That’s great! Anyone I know?”

“Um…well, you know Abigail Simmons…”

“Of course I know Abby! Oh my god, is that why you asked me to step out of the room when you filled her cavity?!”

“I didn’t wanna ask her out in front of you.”

“Harry, since when do you date patients?” She whispers.

“Normally I wouldn’t, but it turns out I met her a long time ago. When I was a student at Tufts I assisted in removing her wisdom teeth.”

“Oh, wow, that’s incredible.” Marie blinks. “When are you seeing her again?”

“Tomorrow night. We’re going bowling, how fun is that?”

“Should be really fun.” Marie grins. “Look at you, putting yourself out there. Now Leigh and I can stop trying to set you up.”

“I’m excited about her. She’s got such a cool job too. I can’t wait to keep getting to know her.”

//

Since they were going bowling, they could easily just take the train, so Harry takes a cab to Abby’s building Saturday evening. He was wearing a nice pair of jeans and a sweater under his jacket. She comes down the stairs in her long coat, and a Patriots hat on top of her head.

“Hey.” He smiles at her, taking her in for a hug. “How are you?”

“Good.” She smiles up at him. “How are you?”

“Good, great, actually.” He takes her hand and they walk towards the nearest t-stop. They both swipe their Charlie Cards and hop onto the next train.  

“I hope you’re okay with candle pins…I’m not good with the big balls.” Abby says to him as they hang onto the same pole of the crowded train.

“I love candle pinning.” He chuckles. “No worries.”

They get to the bowling alley, are given a lane, and get their shoes. Abby takes her hat off and fixes her hair, and then unzips her jacket. She had a pair of jeans on with a red turtleneck. Abby was a short, curvy thing, and Harry absolutely loved it. When Abby first met Harry back when she was twenty, she was a tiny size two, but now she was a comfortable size eight and was fully embracing it. She was healthy, and that was all that mattered.

“Do you want anything to drink? I could get us a pitcher of beer.” Harry says to her as they settle into their lane. “I could get us some pizza too.”

“That sounds great, thanks.” She smiles as she slips her shoes on.

“Be back in a tick.” Harry goes over to the snack bar and gets two slices of pizza and a pitcher of beer. “Here we are.” Harry fills two of the plastic cups up with the beer, and hands one to Abby. “Shall we?”

“Mhm, I already set up the score sheets.” She shows him the large sheet of paper. “Not that I care that much about the score…it’s just fun to keep track.”

Abby bowls first, knocking most of the pins down, and then gets the rest on her second throw. Harry couldn’t help but smile as he watched her to do a little jog and hop as she threw the ball down the lane. He goes up next and immediately gets a strike.

“Woohoo! Go, Harry!” Abby says as she takes a sip of her beer. “I don’t think I’ve ever gotten a strike before.”

“I could show you how if you want.”

“Isn’t it just luck?”

“Nope, it’s all physics.”

“And…you’re good with physics?”

“Had to take it during pre-med, I even tutored for it. Come on, I’ll show you.” Abby gets up and grabs one of the balls. Harry goes behind her, and puts his hand on one of her shoulders, moving her hair so he can speak closer to her ear. “Okay, so what you’re gonna want to do is walk a little closer to the line, swing the ball back, and let it fly.”

Abby turns slightly to look up at him. Her cheeks were flushed. She nods at him, and does exactly what he said to do, and she gets the strike.

“Oh my god!” She squeals and throws her arms around him. “I can’t believe that worked! You’re amazing!” She kisses his cheek.

“You did great! Nice to know you’re good at following directions.” He winks at her and grabs his next ball.

After three rounds of bowling, and two pitchers of beer, they both head out. They take the train back to the stop nearest to Abby’s apartment, and Harry walks her home.

“I had so much fun tonight, Harry.”

“Me too, I’m glad you suggested bowling.” They both stop in front of her steps. “Can I see you again next weekend?”

“I’d like that.”

“Maybe if it’s not too cold we could go ice skating at Frog Pond.”

“Oh, I’d love to do that! I have my own skates and everything.”

“Perfect.” He smiles and steps closer to her. She looks up at him with her big brown eyes. He didn’t think brown eyes as beautiful as hers existed. “Abby, can I kiss you?” He asks softly.

“Yes.” She nods and smiles up at him.

He cups her cheek and leans down to her. His lips press to hers, and he uses is other hand to cup her other cheek. It’s soft and gentle at first, it grows a little needier as she presses her body to his, but she stops him from walking up the stairs. She pulls away first and blushes.

“Um, well, goodnight.” She says to him.

“Yeah, goodnight.” He rubs the back of his neck. He was sorting of hoping she’d invite him up. It was the third date, after all. Maybe she was a fifth date kind of girl, which he had to respect. “I’ll call you at some point during the week. I’ve got a few different surgeries, though, so if you don’t hear from me a lot that’s why.”

“No worries.” She shrugs. “I’m getting ready for the students to return, and I have some meetings to go to, some seminars, so I’ll be busy myself. Wanna just plan for next Saturday?”

“Sounds good to me.” He leans again to kiss her again, and she happily kisses him back.

“Okay, goodnight for real.” She giggles and walks up her steps. She waves goodbye as she goes into her building and he sighs.

Abby sighs happily as she gets into her apartment and squeals. She immediately texts her best friend everything about her date with Harry. She was so excited about him, and couldn’t believe he was actually interested in her.

//

They texted here and there during the week. Abby got a little brave and sent him a mirror selfie of her dressed up for work, and he sent one back of himself in his scrubs ready to go in for surgery. Her jaw nearly dropped when she saw him. She had seen him in scrubs before, but it was ages ago. He filled them out so differently now. Plus, the thought of him being a doctor just did things to her insides that she couldn’t even describe. He thought she looked gorgeous in her pin striped slacks and blouse. He couldn’t but think about how lucky each student was that got to sit and talk with her.

Harry was exhausted by the end of the week. He must have extracted over a dozen teeth, filled a stupid amount of cavities, and put on ten different crowns. He couldn’t wait to see Abby Saturday. He asked her to go to the pond a little earlier in the evening so they could get dinner afterwards. The decided to just meet at the pond. She was easy enough to spot now that he knew what her long coat and Patriots hat looked like.

“Harry.” She smiles when she turns to see him. They hug and share a quick peck on the lips. “Did you catch up on some sleep?”

“I did.” He sighs as they find a bench to sit down on to put on their skates. “Been looking forward to seeing you all week. How’d your seminar go?”

“Oh, it was great! It ended up being more of a training, I have a new certification too.”

“That’s amazing, good for you. I’m constantly going to lectures and stuff to stay up to date. I’ve published a couple of things too to some medical journals.”

“That’s so cool! Once I’ve been at UMASS for six months I can start taking classes for free. I’m gonns go for my doctorate, so hopefully I can start publishing some work too.” They both stand up and make their way into the rink. Abby puts her hand out for Harry’s and he takes it as they start to glide on the ice.

“That’s great that they have a program like that for you.”

“I know! I was super happy when I saw that in the benefits package.”

They skate around the rink a few times, enjoying the music that was playing. Harry guides them over to the side for a little break. He presses her against it, his hands going onto the railing, caging her in. She looks up at him, and he leans in to kiss her. She tugs on his coat to pull him closer, and the kiss deepens slightly. Abby really liked kissing Harry. He always tasted like mint, probably because he was constantly chewing gum, and his lips were insanely soft. She starts smiling and so does he, and he presses his forehead to hers.

“Do you feel like going to eat now?” He says to her.

“Yeah.” She nods.

They end up going to a Mexican restaurant not too far from the pond. They each get margaritas and laugh a lot. Harry talks about what it’s like to extract teeth during a surgery, and Abby asks if people ever want to see their teeth afterwards. He asks Abby how she copes when she has to deal with a heavier situation at work, and she says her little Shih Tzu, Marvin, helps make her day a lot better.

“That’s nice your apartment allows pets.” He says to her.

“Yeah, he’s only, like, nine pounds, if that. He’s so cute, do you wanna see a picture?”

“Of course!” Abby pulls out her phone to show Harry a few pictures of Marvin, and even a selfie she took with him. “He’s so cute, and so are you.”

“Thanks.” She giggles.

“He looks like a little stuffed animal.”

“He really does.”

“Why a Shih Tzu?”

“They’re really smart. They’re tough to train because they’re so stubborn, but once they get a little older they start to listen, and they’re pretty self-sufficient alone during the day. Although, sometimes I sneak him into the office.”

“How old is he?”

“About two. Do you have any pets?”

“Nah, I’m not home enough to take care of anything else. But I love dogs, I think they’re great.”

“Well, maybe at some point you can meet little Marv.”

“I’d like that.”

They square up the tab and Harry walks Abby home once again. They kiss for a while outside her front door. He desperately wanted to feel her tongue on his, but she wouldn’t open her mouth up. His hands squeeze at her hips, and she tugs on his jacket like she had done earlier.

“Well, I better get up inside.” She says against his lips and he hums his response as he continues to kiss her. She giggles into him. “Harry.” She smiles and steps back from him.

“Sorry, I just really like kissing you.”

“I like kissing you too.”

“When can I see you again?”

She takes her phone out to check her calendar.

“Are you free on Friday?” She asks as she furrows her brows at her screen.

“I think so. We could go to dinner, if you like. There’s this really great Chinese place in China Town that I love going to if you’re interested.”

“That sounds great, Harry.” She smiles. “I’m looking forward to it.”

“Maybe…um, maybe we could meet up for lunch, or something at some point during the week.”

“Do you have time for something like that?”

“I’m sure I do. I can look at my calendar and let you know which day works best.”

“Okay.” She nods. “I’d love to meet up for lunch.”

“Great.” He leans in to kiss her again. “Hope you and Marvin have a good night.”

“Oh, we will. He’s probably antsy for me to get up there and give him all the cuddles I can. Text me when you know which day works for lunch.” She smiles and heads inside.

Harry couldn’t believe a little dog was going to be getting all of her cuddles tonight and not him. She was slowly killing him. He respected that she might want to take things slow, but to still not invite him up? He sighs and orders an uber back to his condo, hoping he’ll be able to fall asleep easily, and not stay up thinking about the girl who was slowly creeping her way into his heart.

//

Abby was able to meet up with Harry on Tuesday, but only for a quick walk, which she thought would be a great opportunity for Harry to meet Marvin. She gets his sweater and harness on, leashes him up, and out the door she goes. Harry was standing outside her building, in his scrubs, and a jacket, with two hot chocolates.

“Thank you.” She smiles and takes the warm drink from him. “Harry, this is Marvin.”

“Aw.” He pouts, and squats down to put his hand in front of Marvin’s nose before he pets him. “Nice to meet you little guy.” He looks up at Abby. “He’s even cuter in person.”

“Right? I’m really excited we could get out for a little bit today. He loves when I can take him for a good walk.” Harry stands back up straight and they all start walking. “Were you in surgery today?”

“Yeah, early this morning, and I’ve got another one later this afternoon. Didn’t make much sense for me to put my other clothes back on.”

“You look cute in your scrubs.” Abby says, a blush creeping onto her cheeks.

Harry nudges her and he looks down at Marvin.

“He’s pretty quiet, huh?”

“He was yappy when I first got him, but he’s calmed down a lot. First summer I had him I spent a lot of time training him. Pretty much taught him not to bark unless someone’s trying to break in.”

“You must be good with discipline then.”

“I try to be. Although, I’m more of a fan of positive reinforcement.” They pull to the side as Marvin takes a tinkle near a fire hydrant. “Good boy, Marvin.” She says and gives him a kibble as a treat. “Kibbles are great treats. Can’t get fat off what he normally eats.”

“That’s really smart. Have you, uh, been laying off the jolly ranchers?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Dr. Styles, I didn’t realize we were in your office.”

“Abby…”

“I’ve been trying to, but I have a horrible sweet tooth. They’re the only candy I really eat. What’s the harm?”

“Your teeth rotting out?”

“Okay, good point. I mean, I haven’t had nearly as many since I’m not really meeting with students right now, and I’ve already gone out and bought a ton of mints for the next semester.”

“Good girl, that’s what I like to hear.”

“What do you say to your male patients?”

“Pardon?”

“It’s just…you say good girl a lot…do you do that with all your female patients, and if so…what do you say to your male patients? Also, I’m an adult woman. Do you say good girl to all adult women?”

“Abby.” Harry chuckles. “I think I’ve only ever said that to you.”

“Oh, fuck off, I bet you say it all the time.”

“I really don’t.”

“Then why me?”

“You’re cute, and I tend to be a flirt sometimes.”

“You consider calling me a good girl flirting?” She stops short and he turns to look at her.

“I do.” He nods, a smirk growing on his lips. “Do you want me to stop saying it to you?”

“N-no.”

“Alright then.” He grins and they continue walking until they get to Marvin’s turn around spot, and make their way back to Abby’s building. “I’m glad we got to meet up for a bit. Still on for Friday night?”

“Definitely.” She goes up on her tip toes to kiss him goodbye and inside she goes. Harry left her with butterflies in her stomach.

//

Harry was really hoping tonight would be the night something more happens between him and Abby. He just wanted to feel her body on his. He drives to her place around seven Friday night, and he waits outside the car for her.

“Hello, beautiful.” He says to her as she steps outside.

“Hey.” She smiles and kisses him. He opens the door for her and he jogs around the other side to get back in. He takes her hand in his as she drives towards China Town. “How was your day?”

“Good, really busy, but good. I tend to get a lot of kids on Fridays since it’s an easy day for them to miss school.”

“I bet the little kids love you.”

“They do, I like being goofy with them.” They get to the restaurant, and are seated. “Do you want to share a few things?”

“Sure, that sounds good.” She smiles. “I hardly ever come out here, how’d you find this place?”

“When I was at Tufts I used to come to China Town all the time since it’s close by. I got sick of eating at all of the same places, so I decided to come around here and branch out. This is obviously nicer, but I like it a lot.” They decide which dishes they want to share, and tell the waitress when she comes over. They both also order a couple of drinks. “The semester’s starting soon, right?”

“Yeah, on Monday, actually.”

“Oh, wow! Do you feel ready?”

“For the most part.” She nods. “The first week is usually quiet, and then I start to get booked out. That’s how it was last semester, anyways. I already have some of my regulars from last semester on my calendar for next week.”

“I bet they’re excited to see you, I know I would be.” He places his hand over hers and gives it a squeeze. “Abby, um, after dinner…I was wondering if you’d like to come back to my place for a bit.”

“Oh, that’s so sweet of you to offer, but I don’t want to leave Marvin for that long.” She takes a sip of her drink. “Another time, though.” She smiles and he nods at that.

A food runner brings their dishes over, and luckily nothing feels awkward, but Harry was sort of hoping that she’d offer to have him over after dinner instead. They both enjoy the food, and share a few laughs before heading back to Harry’s car. When he pulls up to her place they both linger for a moment.

“Thanks again for dinner, Harry, I had a great time.”

“Me too.” He looks at her. “Can I ask you something?” She nods yes at him. “Are you, uh, seeing anyone else? It’s okay if you are, we never said this was exclusive, I guess I’d just like to know.”

“No, I’m not seeing anyone else. I would have told you if I was dating around. Are you seeing anyone else?”

“No.”

“Okay.” She smiles. “Good to know.” She leans across the console to kiss him, and he kisses her back. He turns his body more so he can cup her jaw. “Are you busy tomorrow?”

“I…I don’t think so, I mean, just usual weekend errand type stuff. Might be grabbing drinks with some friends in the evening, why?”

“I was just thinking maybe, um, you could come over for dinner, but if you’re busy-“

“I can cancel. I can get drinks with them any time.”

“Don’t be silly.” She smiles. “We can do it another night. We’ll figure it out. I better get upstairs.” She pecks his lips. “Goodnight.” She gets out of the car, leaving him speechless. He wanted to rip his hair out at this point.

//

“Harry, how things going with that girl you’ve been seeing?” Greg asks him as they sit in a booth at the bar.

“Yeah, you still like her?” Lenny asks.

“Things are going well.” He nods. “But I can’t seem to figure her out. We’ve been out, like, six times and she still hasn’t invited me up to her place. I invited her back to mind last night, and she said she didn’t want to leave her dog alone for long.”

“Have you kissed?” Greg asks.

“Yeah, we’ve kissed plenty of times. We just haven’t done anything else. I mean, we don’t need to jump right into bed, but it’d be nice to do a little more.”

“I get what you’re saying, man.” Lenny says. “Maybe she’s just nervous.”

“I didn’t think I was giving her a reason to be.” Harry sighs. “She invited me over tonight, but I stupidly told her I had plans with you lot.”

“What are you doing with us then?! Go pick up some dessert, and go get your girl!” Greg says.

“I can’t just show up at her place…I’ll look like a stalker. What if she’s not even home?”

“So text her.” Lenny shrugs. “See if she’s around and ask if you can stop by. Tell her you’re at bar in the neighborhood.”

“But I’m not. She’ll know I’m lying.”

“Dude, just text her and see if she’s around.” Greg says.

Harry takes out his phone and types out a text. He hesitates before hitting send.

Harry: Hey, Abby! Are you home? I’m finishing up with my friends a bit earlier than I thought…maybe I could bring some dessert over?

Abby: Hey! Yeah, I’m home, snuggled up with Marv. I’d love it if you came by, especially if there’s dessert involved lol

Harry: Great! I can be by in about 30 minutes

Abby: sounds good! See you soon

“Alright, I’m gonna go up to the bar and get a lava cake to go. Thanks for being so cool about this guys.”

“No worries, H.” Lenny says. “Good luck.”

Harry races to Abby’s once he’s gotten the cake, and she buzzes him in. He knocks on her door, and she opens it for him.

“Hey.” She smiles and steps aside. “Come on in.”

“Thanks.” He pecks her cheek. “Hope you like chocolate lava cake.”

“Love it.” She takes it from him. “So…this is it. It’s just a studio.” She blushes. “But the kitchen is its own area, which is nice.”

“It’s great.” He smiles at her. “You’ve definitely utilized the space.”

There’s a large monitor mounted on the wall, a desk underneath it with Abby’s laptop, and an HDMI cord connecting both. There’s a small couch a few feet back, and then her bed is up against the opposite wall. Everything was neat and tidy.

“I use this wireless mouse as a remote, and I have a Fire Stick.” She says. Marvin comes trotting in from the kitchen. “Marv, you remember Harry. I’m just gonna stick this in the kitchen. Feel free to make yourself comfortable.” She walks into the kitchen as Harry sits down on the couch. Marvin jumps up to sit in his lap.

“Hey, little guy.” Harry pets his head and scratches behind his ears. Abby comes back out. She looks really cute tonight. She was wearing glasses, her hair tied to the side in a braid, leggings and an off the shoulder sweater. “Hope I’m not intruding on your cozy evening.”

“Not at all! I’m really glad you texted, actually. Did you have fun with your friends?”

“I did, yeah.”

“Are they dentists too?”

“Mhm, we lived together while we were in medical school. Lenny and Greg.”

“Where do they both work?”

“At other practices around the city. Greg’s actually an orthodontist. They’re both junior partners, though, I’m the first of the three of us to become a senior partner at a practice. Guess that was the one good thing about Dr. Morgan leaving MidCity.”

“You’re so successful.” She bites her bottom lip and looks down at Marvin in Harry’s lap. “Look at that, you’re here five minutes and he already liked you better than me.” She reaches and takes Marvin from Harry, snuggling him to her chest before putting him on the ground.

“I didn’t know you wore glasses.”

“Oh, I don’t. They’re just blue light blockers.” She takes them off and sets them on the side table next to the couch. “They help a lot when I’m on the computer for a while.”

“Ah.” He nods.

“What’s your place like?”

“I’ve got a condo, uh, it’s a three bedroom, but I use one as a home office.”

“Wow, good for you.”

“Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t always get to live so comfortably.”

“You’ve earned it, I bet you work really hard.” She smiles.

“I’m sure you work hard too.”

“True.” She nods. “But I’m paying off loans, and this is all I can really afford.”

“It’s a great place.” He assures her. “I wish the studio I had when I first started out was half as nice as this. I certainly didn’t keep things as neat as you.”

“Oh, I just rushed around to clean things up before you got here. It was a mess.” She laughs.

“I’m glad you were cool with me coming by.” He puts his hand over hers, rubbing his thumb along the back of her hand. “I’ve been having a great time with you this last month.”

“Me too.”

“My birthday’s next weekend, and…um, a ton of us are getting together at this pub…I’d love it if you could come.”

“Oh! Sure, would it be Saturday?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m there, I’d love to go. That’s so nice of you to invite me.” She leans in and kisses his cheek.

He looks at her, his eyes locking in on her lips. He leans in and presses his lips to hers. Her arms go around his neck to pull him closer, her fingers tangling with the curls on the nape of his neck. His arms wrap around her, hands splaying on her back to have her chest pressed to his. He lightly sucks on her bottom lip, and she opens up wider for him. He nearly groans as he licks into her, finally. She tugs on his hair as her tongue molds to his. One of his hands slides down her back and around to the front of her stomach. He just about reaches the band of her leggings when she grabs his hand, and moves it to her hip. He gives a squeeze and she whimpers into him. He plants kisses along her jaw to her earlobe, nibbling on it gently until he kisses on her neck. He mouths at her skin before sucking on her and she gasps.

“Don’t leave a mark.” She grunts, and she feels him nod against her skin. “H-Harry, is this the only reason you wanted to come see me tonight?” She blurts out and he stops to look at her.

“What? No.” He shakes his head. “I genuinely wanted to see you and split that cake. And…I mean…yeah, I’ve been wanting to do a little bit of this.” He runs a hand through his hair. “I like you a lot, Abby, I can’t help it.”

“I like you a lot too.” She gives him a soft smile. “We can keep kissing.”

“Are you sure?”

“Mhm.” She nods and brings her hand to the back of his neck to pull him back to her. This time she nibbles on his bottom lip and his hands go to her hips, squeezing and kneading. “Mm, but I don’t wanna go any further than this…not yet anyways. I hope that’s alright.”

“Of course it is.”

“I just…sort of wanna see where this is going before something so serious happens between us.”

“I get it.” He smiles. “I know you’ll be worth the wait.”

//

Harry: hope the first day of the semester has been treating you well!

Abby couldn’t help but smile at her phone. She knew Harry was extremely busy at work, so the fact that he took a moment to text her meant so much. The only thing was he texted her during a staff meeting, and her colleague Maya noticed her goofy smile.

“Abby, how was your break?” Maya asks her after the meeting.

“It was good! Um, I sort of started seeing someone.”

“Shut up! That’s amazing, who is it, how’d you meet?”

“His name is Harry…he’s, um, my dentist.”

“Oh, my, a doctor?”

“Yeah.” Abby nods. “We actually met years ago when he was still a student, and he just so happened to take over for my other dentist who apparently retired. It’s been a little over a month. He’s super nice, and funny…and he’s really fucking handsome.” She says the last part quietly.

“Good for you. Do you have a picture of him?”

“There’s one on the practice’s website. I haven’t, like, taken a selfie with yet. Although, I wish I had when he took me ice skating.” She pulls up MidCity’s website on her phone and shows Maya.

“Holy shit! He is handsome.”

“It’s going really well too. He’s met Marvin, and he invited me to his birthday party this weekend.”

“Wow, so you’re gonna get to meet his friends already?”

“I guess so.” She smiles. “The only thing is…do I get him a gift? And if so, what do I get him? I feel like it should be casual because everything’s so new still, but if it’s too casual he might think I’m not as into him as I am.”

“Shit, yeah, that’s a tough one.” Maya steps further into Abby’s office. The girls were close, so they were used to talking about personal things. “Have you slept with him yet? You could wear something for him to unwrap.”

“No, we haven’t.” Abby sighs. “I’m trying to take things slow with him because I really like him. We’ve made out a couple of times…”

“So…is that a no?”

“I don’t know, birthday sex as a gift? I feel like that’s so…cliché or something? Plus, I feel like he’ll be expecting it. I want it to feel more special than that.” She bites her bottom lip in thought.

“Oh! Have you been out to eat with him much?”

“Yeah, a ton, why?”

“Did you notice him order any specific types of alcohol?”

“Yeah! On our first real date he had this really nice bottle of white wine ordered to our table. It was delicious, and he loved it. I remember what it was, I could just get a bottle of that and a card, right?”

“I think that’s a totally acceptable gift. It’s sentimental, so it shows you put some thought into it, but also casual enough to show you’re not a psycho.”

“Exactly.”

Abby: you’re so sweet! It’s been a little busy with meetings and stuff, but other than that no fires to put out. Thanks so much for thinking of me, I hope you’re having a good day too! 😘

//

Harry didn’t want Abby to walk into the pub by herself, so he said he’d pick her up on his way. She insisted he didn’t need to, but he insisted that he did. She had a black dress on with black tights and blue heels. She zips up her long coat and runs her fingers through her hair. Her phone buzzes with a text from Harry that he’s downstairs with the uber. She takes a deep breath, grabs her gift, and heads downstairs.

“Happy birthday.” She smiles and gives him a peck on the cheek.

“Thanks, beautiful.” He opens the door for her and goes around to the other side. “Is that for me?” He points to the bag she’s settled into her lap.

“Maybe.” She shrugs a shoulder.

“You didn’t have to get me anything.” He places his hand on her thigh.

“I said maybe, so this could easily not be for you. I guess you’ll find out later.” She side eyes him and it makes him laugh.

“How was your first week back to campus?”

“Exhausting.” She sighs. “But I caught up on sleep this morning. Everyone was excited to see Marvin.” She chuckles. “And it was good to see my friends and students.”

“That’s good.” Harry smiles.

“What about you? How was your week?”

“Busy. I had four different surgeries, a ton of cavities, and a fuck ton of cleaning check ins. I think a lot of college kids were getting in their bi-annual visits before going back to school.”

“Ohhh, yup, I bet that’s what it was. Is there ever a time of year you’re super busy?”

“I would say summers I do a lot of wisdom teeth removals, so I get bogged down there. Everything’s pretty consistent, though.”

“So, who’s going to be at this party?”

“My friends Greg and Lenny, who are very excited to meet you.” Harry smiles and gives Abby’s thigh a squeeze. “Some people from work, you know Marie, and Dr. Morgan’s going to be there as well. Some other med school buddies will be there. I’m only thirty-two it’s not really a big deal.” He shrugs.

“I’m excited to meet your friends too.” She smiles. “And it’ll be good that I’ll know a couple of people so you won’t feel like you have to babysit me.”

“Aw, babe, I wouldn’t feel like that. I wouldn’t leave your side if that’s what you wanted, no worries.”

She nods and smiles nervously at him. He just called her ‘babe’ and it filled her tummy with butterflies. The driver pulls up in front of the pub, and Harry gets out first so he can open Abby’s door. She smiles at him as he puts his hand on the small of her back to lead her inside.

“There he is!” Greg exclaims. “Happy birthday, H!” The two hug.

“Thanks, mate, this is Abby. Abby, this is Greg.”

“It’s nice to meet you.” She says to him.

“Same to you, you’re even lovelier than Harry described.”

Abby giggles at that, and Harry leads her over to the coat room. It seems the whole pub had been rented out for his party. There was a small table for gifts, so she sets hers down.

“Wow, you look amazing.” Harry says, rubbing his hands up and down her arms.

“Thanks.” She smiles and leans in to peck his lips. “Wanna introduce me to some other people?”

“Yeah, come on.” He takes her hand and leads her back to everyone.

Abby gets introduced to Lenny, and some of Harry’s other doctor friends. She then gives Dr. Morgan a big hug, and she says hello to Marie and her wife. Harry gets Abby a glass of wine, and much to her surprise, he keeps his arm hooked around her waist for most of the evening. He clearly wanted her close by. His friends were kind, not at all arrogant, which was a tad unexpected since there were a lot of people with deep pockets in the room. Maybe doctors weren’t as snotty because they also had large student loan debts. They engaged her in conversation, asking about her work, and why the heck she wanted to spend her time with Harry, which made a lot of people laugh. Harry lit up when he was explaining how he and Abby actually met ears ago, and he talked about the card she had sent along to him, making her blush a bit. Everyone found the story to be quite endearing.

“Are you having a good time?” Harry asks Abby as they go up to the bar together.

“I am, your friends are great. Are you? It’s your birthday.”

“I’m having a wonderful time, even more so since you’re here.” He kisses her cheek and hands her a new glass of wine.

A tray of cupcakes is brought out, and everyone sings happy birthday to Harry. He blows out a few candles and thanks everyone for coming. The cupcakes were delicious, clearly from a nice bakery. Harry notices Abby getting a little bit of frosting on the corner of her mouth, and before she can grab a napkin, he’s catching it with his thumb and sucking it into his mouth. Her eyes widen as he winks at her.

“Th-thank you.” She says, clearing her throat.

“Don’t mention it.” He pecks her lips. “I was wondering something…”

“What is it?”

“Would you like to come home with me tonight? I thought it would be nice to spend some time alone after being so social.”

“Oh, um, yeah, I’d like that.” She nods.

“Will Marvin be alright without you?”

“Yeah, my, um, neighbor’s kid is actually watching him tonight. She’s a great pet sitter. I…I told her I may not be coming home tonight, so she’s fully prepared for a sleepover.”

Harry’s smile grows, and he kisses her again. After making the rounds to say goodbye to everyone, getting their coats, gathering all of the gifts, the two get into an uber to head to Harry’s condo. There’s a doorman that says hello to Harry and gives Abby a warm smile. She follows him through the lobby to the elevators. They step inside, and Harry hits a number on one of the higher floors. He leads her to his door, and he gets it open. She follows him into his living area, and they set his gifts down. He takes her coat for her, and hangs it up in his front closet.

“This is…a really nice place.” She says as she looks around.

“I’ll give you the full tour in a moment, I’ve been dying to open your gift all night.”

“Oh.” She blushes. “It’s really nothing special.”

He gives her an unconvinced look, and grabs the bag he remembers her bringing. They both sit down on the coach, and she watches him reach inside.

“A card, classic.” He smirks and sets it aside. He reaches back inside and pulls out the bottle of wine. “This is one of my favorites! How did you know?”

“I remember you ordering it when we went to that Italian place.” She smiles and he hugs her.

“Mind if I open it, or have you had enough for the night?”

“I’d love some.”

“Great! Just hang tight.”

Harry goes into the kitchen with the bottle. While she’s waiting patiently on the couch, Abby hears music come on. She sees a Bluetooth speaker light up, he must have turned it on from his phone. He comes out with two glasses of wine, and hands her one as he sits back down.

“Thank you.” She says as she takes a sip.

“No, thank you. This was really nice of you. You’ve got a great memory.” He takes a sip and sets the glass down on a coaster on his coffee table. She does the same. “My friends adored you, by the way. I’ve already got the texts to prove it.”

“I’m glad I made such a good first impression.” She inches closer to him.

He reaches to tuck some hair behind her ear, and he leans in to kiss her. She wraps her arms around his neck, and opens her mouth for him. One of his hands falls to her thigh as the other one cups her cheek. Her fingers work their way into his hair, and he squeezes her hip.

“Abby.” He breathes, and moves to kiss on her neck, just under her earlobe.

She lets her heels fall off as she pushes him back farther on the couch. She moves to straddle one of his thighs, and she brings her lips back to his. His hands move up and down her back until they reach just above her bum. She grabs his hands and moves them down to her ass. He groans into her as he squeezes, loving how plump she is. She kisses along his jaw and to his neck, and she rolls her hips down onto his thigh. He raises it to help press into her. She whimpers into his neck, and he cups her cheeks so she’ll at him.

“Do you wanna take this to the bedroom?” He asks softly.

“I don’t wanna go to sleep yet.”

“I didn’t think you did.” He smirks.

“No, I just…I mean, if we go in there…that’s all I’ll want to do.”

“Sleep?” She nods her head yes. “Oh.”

“Harry, I’m sorry.” She sighs. “I know it’s your birthday, and you were probably hoping for some…stuff to go down between us, but I think we should wait a little longer. Is that okay?”

“Abby, I wasn’t expecting us to do anything. I mean, if we had of course it would have been nice, but it’s okay.” He assures her. “I’m just happy you wanted to come back with me.”

She leans back in to kiss him, and they continue to grope each other as they kiss. Their tongues swirl around each other, and she continues to rock back and forth on his thigh. She lets him puts his hands on her breasts, and he kneads them through her dress. He moves her to lay down on the couch and he settles himself between her legs as he hovers over her. He kisses on the tops of her breasts that were now spilling out of her dress. He sucks and bites on the plushier areas, eliciting a moan from her.

“H-Harry, maybe we should cool it before you turn me into a leopard.”

He chuckles against her and pecks her lips before he sits up.

“Would you spend the night?”

“I’d love to.”

He helps her up off the couch and leads her to the bedroom. He flips the switch for the lights, and her eyes widen. His bedroom was neat, almost a little too neat. She raises a suspicious eyebrow at him.

“I…um, have a housekeeper.” He clears his throat. “Let me just grab a few things for you. I’m assuming you’ll want something to sleep in?”

“Please.” She chuckles, watching him move to his dresser for a tee shirt and pajama bottoms.

She follows him into his en suite as he opens the closet inside to look for a spare washcloth and toothbrush. He sets everything down on his double vanity and smiles at her.

“Use whatever you need, beautiful.” He kisses her cheek and steps out to give her some privacy.

Abby strips herself of her clothes, and then washes her face. She brushes her teeth, runs her fingers through her hair, and then puts on the clothes Harry set aside for her. They were so soft and smelled just like him. She sighs happily and makes her way back into his bedroom. He smiles at her and stands up from the bed.

“Get comfortable, I’m just gonna do my thing.” He tells her and she nods. “There’s a spare phone charger on that side of the bed if you need it.” He points to the right side and she smiles.

When he’s done in the bathroom he comes out in a pair of plaid bottoms, but he’s gotten rid of his shirt altogether. He was littered with tattoos which really surprised her. She thought he only had the one little cross on his hand.

“When did you get all of those?” She asks as he gets into bed with her.

“All of what? Oh! My tattoos? Years and years ago, when I was a stupid teenager.” He chuckles. “Haven’t added to the collection in a while.” He looks down at himself. “Do you, uh, not like tattoos?”

“No! I think they’re really cool.” She furrows her brows as she scans his chest. “They’re so interesting.”

“Thanks.” He smirks.

“Did they hurt?”

“Some more than others. You sort of get used to it after a while. I’m assuming you don’t have any?”

“No.” She shakes her head. “Just a few piercings.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.” She tucks some hair behind her ear. “Got my cartilage, and three holes in each lobe.”

“Noticed those, I love the earrings you wear.”

“And…” She pulls the blankets back a bit and pulls the shirt she’s wearing up slightly to reveal her belly button. “Got this done when I was twenty-two. I always wanted one and said fuck it.”

“It’s cute.” He smiles as he admire the jewel attached to her naval. “Now that had to have hurt.” He says as she puts her shirt back down.

“It honestly wasn’t as bad as I thought. It was just a little pinch, the guy took really good care of me. I was a little light headed after, and it was sore for a few days, but other than that it was fine.”

They stay up talking for a bit until they eventually fall asleep. Abby had moves to rest her head on Harry’s chest, and that’s how she fell asleep, to the smooth rhythm of his heartbeat. Harry couldn’t remember the last time someone spent the night in his bed and it didn’t involve sex, there was something sort of sweet about not doing anything and still be able to fall asleep together comfortably. Maybe there was something to this taking it slow thing.

The next morning, Abby woke up being spooned by Harry. His breath was fanning over the back of her neck, and he had a leg between hers. His arm was strung across her lower stomach lazily. She grabs her phone and sees that it’s about 8:30. She yawns and wiggles a bit to adjust herself. She feels his lips press a kiss into the back of her neck and his arm tightens around her stomach.

“You awake, darling?” He coos and it nearly makes her melt.

“Mhm.” It’s all she can manage to say.

“Good morning then.” He kisses the back of her neck again.

“Good morning.” She rolls over to her other side to look at him and he gives her a sleep smile. He leans into peck her nose, and he rubs at her side.

“Sleep alright?”

“Yeah, did you?”

“Mhm.” He nods. “I’m gonna wash up and then make us some breakfast, how does that sound?”

“Sounds amazing, Harry.”

He gets up and makes his way to the bathroom. When he comes out he’s thrown a shirt on, and Abby gets up to freshen up herself. She washes her face and brushes her teeth, putting her bra on under the shirt he had given her so she wasn’t putting on a show for him. She comes out to his kitchen and smells fresh coffee. She wanted to roll her eyes as she saw him using a French press.

“Hope you like hazelnut, it’s the only flavor I’ve got.”

“It’s perfect. Got any creamer?”

“Mhm, in the fridge.” He points to it and she opens it up, grabbing the creamer on the top shelf. It was pretty much full.

“I don’t use it myself, mostly keep it for guests.” He pours the coffee into two mugs.

“Ah, and do you have guests often?”

“None that I’d want to have a sleepover with, if that’s what you’re asking.” He kisses her cheek, and she pours the creamer into her coffee. “Now, what can I make you? What do you like for breakfast?”

“Oh, nothing fancy.” She shrugs. “Whatever you feel like making is fine.”

“Eggs and toast?”

“Works for me. Can I help?”

“You can help by just having a seat.”

Abby smiles and sits down on one of the stools at Harry’s kitchen island while he works to get the eggs out of the fridge. He ends up making scrambled eggs for the two of them to keep things quick. It was a pleasant breakfast. Abby thought it was cute that Harry genuinely read from the morning newspaper. She was resting her chin on her palm watching him.

“Anything interesting going on?” She asks him.

“Nah, it’s all negative.” He sighs as he flips a page.

“Could I have the funnies?”

“Sure!” Harry finds the chunk with the comics and slides it over to her.

“Thanks, I used to look forward to this every Sunday when my dad would pick up The Globe.”

“What was your favorite?”

“There was this one called Opus. There were all these different characters, and the story was pretty linear, which I thought was cool. I actually saved the last comic strip in a scrap book. The main characters, Opus the penguin, had gone missing or something and he was trying to find himself. It really tugged at my heartstrings.”

“Sometimes I forget not all of the funnies are just for kids.”

“I’m also partial to Family Circus, and I loved Zits.”

Harry smiles and goes back to reading the paper. He liked going over the sports and arts sections most. Abby helps him clean up the dishes and then she goes to get dressed.

“Do you want some sweat pants to wear so you don’t have to put all of that back on?”

“No, I’m okay. I’m just gonna put the dress on.”

“Won’t you be cold without the stockings?”

“I’ll be alright, but thanks.”

“Let me at list drive you home.”

“Okay.” She nods.

The ride was comfortably quiet as Harry kept his hand in Abby’s. He pulls over to the side to stop in front of her building, and they look at each other. Smiles grow on both of their faces.

“You already know what I’m going to ask.” He says to her.

“I know, but I wanna hear you say it.”

“Alright, when can I see you next?”

“Hmm…what about Tuesday night? We could go to a movie. Tickets are cheaper on Tuesdays so we can splurge on snacks.”

“I like the way you think. I’d love to go to a movie. You pick, and just tell me what time I need to meet you.”

“Sounds good.” She leans in to peck his lips. “Talk to you soon.” She gets out of the car and heads up to her apartment. Chrissy, the teenager watching Marvin, was sitting on her couch watching TV. “Hey, Chrissy. I already paid you on Venmo.”

“I saw! Thanks so much.” She stands up.

“Thanks for watching him all night.” Abby scoops up Marvin and cuddles him to her chest. “I hope he wasn’t too much trouble.”

“Not at all, he was great. He was my little study buddy.”

“Perfect. Well, enjoy your Sunday. Tell your parents thanks too.”

“I will, have a good day.” Chrissy heads out and Abby sets Marvin back down.

“Alright, Mumma’s gonna take a shower and then she’ll take you for a nice, long walk, sound good?” Marvin yips excitedly at her. “S’what I thought.”

//

Harry was fucked. He was running late and couldn’t get to a phone because he was in the middle of a surgery. Of course the one time there’s a few delays and complications he actually has somewhere to be. He was supposed to meet Abby at 6:45PM, it was already 6:30, there was no way in hell he was going to make it. He did his best to stay focused so he could do right by his patient. By the time he was done it was 7:45PM. He tried to call Abby, but her phone went right to voicemail.”

“Shit.” He says to himself.

“Dr. Styles.” Marie says. “You should change, you’re still scrubbed up and you have blood on you. Go home and shower, she’ll understand.”

“I just wish she’d turn her phone on…”

“Maybe she went to the movie alone.” Marie shrugs. “She could be one of those good people who actually turns their phone off.”

“Right, yeah. I’m gonna freshen up here, and then I’m gonna try to catch her outside the theater.”

Harry does just that, using the hospital locker room to have a quick shower. He rushes to the movie theater and waits outside. The movie they were supposed to see should be wrapping up any moment, so he goes into the lobby to watch for her. Hopefully she was actually there.

Abby throws out her trash and walks towards the main lobby. She was just turning her phone back on when she saw Harry standing there with a very apologetic look on his face. She sighs and walks over to him.

“I’m so sorry.” He starts. “I tried calling as soon as I could, but your phone went right to voicemail.”

“I turned it off when the previews started.” She chews on her bottom lip. “What happened?”

“My last surgery of the day got delayed, and then there were some complications…everything’s fine now, but it wasn’t an easy extraction. I had to really take my time, I’m so sorry. I swear this won’t happen a lot.” He looks down at his shoes and then back to her. “Was it a good movie at least?”

“It was alright.” She sighs. “Would have been better if I had someone to make comments to.” She nudges his shoulder.

“How can I make it up to you? Are you hungry? We could-“

“I already ate, it’s okay. I know you didn’t do anything on purpose. It’s getting late, so I’m just going to head home.”

“I feel terrible.”

“Don’t.” She smiles. “Shit happens.”

“Let me at least take you home, I drove here.”

“Sure.” She takes his hand in hers as they walk out of the theater. “Are you hungry?”

“Starved, actually, but I can just eat when I get home.”

“Don’t be silly, I have leftovers. You can come up and eat if you want.”

“I’d like that.”

Once they’re up in her apartment, Harry plays with Marvin while Abby heats up her leftover stir fry and rice. She hands Harry the warm bowl and they both sit down at the small table she has in her kitchen.

“Is it hot enough?” She asks him.

“It’s perfect, thank you.” He eats a little and then looks at her. “I really do feel terrible that you waited and had to sit alone…”

“It’s really okay. It’s not my first time going to the movies by myself.” She shrugs. “I’m pretty independent.”

“I just don’t want you thinking this is something that’s going to happen a lot. It’s so rare for a surgery like this to not be timely.”

“I’ll take your word for it.” She gives him a reassuring smile. “It’s really sweet you still showed up at the theater like you did. We’re together now, that’s all that really matters.”

Harry finishes eating and cleans up his bowl. He stands with his hands in his pockets by the door and she stands with her arms crossed. Neither were sure what to do. It was really too late to hang out any longer since they both needed to work the next day.

“Are you free Friday night?” He asks her. “We could go to dinner if you like.”

“Sure, that sounds nice. Wanna say seven?”

“Works for me. I’ll pick you up then.” He caresses her cheek and kisses her. They both linger for a moment before letting go. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” She sighs after he leaves. It sucked being at the movies alone, but it meant the world to her that he still showed up at the end. It really showed his character, and for that she was grateful. She was still trying to gauge what kind of guy Harry was, and she had finally come to the conclusion that he was a good one.

//

“Two months and still nothing?” Greg asks Harry one Sunday evening as he and Lenny came over to watch the hockey game.

“Yeah.” Harry sighs as he sips on his beer. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love kissing her and, and she’s let me touch her over her clothes, but…I don’t know, she’s not as desperate and grabby as I am. What if she’s just not as into me?”

“I don’t think she’d be seeing you still if she wasn’t into you.” Lenny says. “How old is she again?”

“Twenty-six, why?”

“Well, maybe she’s hoping for things to be a little more official before she goes all the way with you.”

“Define official.” Harry mutters.

“Maybe she wants to know if you’re her boyfriend.” Lenny states.

“God, do you really think she’s hung up on some stupid label? We’re dating, we’re together, I think that’s pretty clear.”

“Remember when I dated that younger girl? She was, like, twenty-three?” Greg says and the guys both nod. “Well, she wanted to know what the status was after a few months. Obviously it didn’t work out because of the age difference, but these things matter to the younger women. They wanna know what to refer to you. Boyfriend is a lot easier to say than having to say the guy I’m seeing.”

“So, you have to ask yourself, do you want to be Abby’s boyfriend?” Lenny asks him. “If you don’t see things working out long term with her you should break it off.”

“I definitely don’t want to break it off. I really like her, and I like spending time with her.” He runs a hand through his hair. “I’m going to her place on Thursday for dinner, maybe we can talk about it then.”

“Yeah? She cooking for you again?” Greg asks.

“Mhm.” Harry smiles. “She really likes cooking for me, I don’t know why. I don’t mind it, she always makes something delicious.”

“Do you ever cook for her?” Lenny asks.

“Sure.” Harry shrugs. “We take turns.”

“That’s good, those things should definitely go both ways.” Greg says. “I bet you she just wants to make sure you’re not going to up and leave the second she lets you hit it.”

“I don’t know why she’d even think I’d do something like that…”

“Maybe she’s been burned in the past.” Lenny shrugs. “Have you had the ex talk?”

“No.” Harry shakes his head. “It doesn’t seem like something we’ve needed to talk about…but maybe we do.”

//

Thursday night Harry goes over to Abby’s with a bottle of wine and a box of chocolate chip cookies. He liked bringing dessert the times she made dinner for him.

“Hey.” She smiles and kisses him once he’s inside. She must’ve had a long day at work because she was still in her work clothes. Most times when Harry came over she had already changed into comfier clothes. “How was your day?”

“It was good, how about yours?” He hands her the wine and cookies and follows her into the kitchen.

“Long.” She sighs. “I had some heavier appointments today.” She blinks a few times. “I…I cried with a student today.” She looks at him, tearing up.

“Oh, baby, I’m so sorry, come here.” He opens his arms for her and she’s comforted by his embrace. He rests his chin on the top of her head. “Are you allowed to tell me what happened?”

“Yeah.” She sniffles and looks up at him. “This male student…he had a rough go of it in high school. A teacher…molested him, and it was this whole thing. He’s from a small town in Vermont so everyone knew. He came here to get away from it, you know? Make a fresh start? He’s started to see this girl that he really likes, and he’s petrified of her finding out, and he’s not sure if he should just tell her or if he should keep it to himself. But he’s afraid she might find out anyways somehow. I felt terrible. I mean, what kind of sick fuck uses their position of power over a kid like that, you know?”

“That’s…awful, beyond awful.” Harry frowns down at Abby.

“I just couldn’t keep it together, especially when he started crying, so I cried too. Then we both started laughing, and he was able to calm down and we talked about things more.” She steps back from Harry and wipes under eyes.

“I guess the upside is that you created such a welcoming environment that he felt safe enough to be so vulnerable with you.”

“Yeah.” She nods. “I suppose that’s a silver lining, thanks.” She smiles. “Anyways, we’re going to meet bi-weekly now just for little check ins.” She sighs and moves to stir the pot of pasta that’s on the stove. “I’m making pasta and meat sauce, hope that’s alright.”

“It’s great, Abby. Can I do anything?”

“No, everything’s just about done. Um, would you actually mind taking Marv out quickly for me? He just ate and I haven’t had a chance to take him out to do his business.”

“You got it.”

It wasn’t Harry’s first time taking Marvin out, so he really didn’t mind. He leashes him up and takes him down to the street. Marvin does his business, and Harry gets him back upstairs. By the time he comes back, Abby’s plated up dinner, and gotten the wine open and poured.

“Thank you.” She says to him, and leans down to pat Marvin’s head. “Ready to eat?”

“Mhm, thank you for cooking.”

“Oh, it was nothing.” She smiles. “I like when we get to have dinner together.”

“Me too, babe.” He takes a bite of food and moans. “This is amazing, Ab.”

“Thanks.” She blushes and takes a sip of her wine. “Harry, um, there’s something I…well…I’m just gonna come right out and say it.” She takes a deep breath as he looks at her. “Am I…am I your girlfriend?”

Harry’s concerned face softens into a smile.

“I’d like you to be.” He says to her. “I was actually going to bring this up tonight, guess you beat me to it.”

“Oh.” She says, a little surprised. “Well, good, okay.” She nods and takes a bite of food.

“I like you a lot, and I know it’s been a couple of months. I’m still having a great time with you.”

“Same here!” She assures him. “I just, you know, I don’t know what to tell my friends sometimes when they ask about you.”

“Well, now you can tell them about your boyfriend, yeah?” He smirks. “When do I get to meet these friends, hm? You’ve met all of mine.”

“That’s true.” She chews her bottom lip. “Well, I could arrange for a night out at a bar some weekend. We all love going out to dance and stuff…”

“Sounds like fun.”

“You’d be into something like that?”

“Sure, why not?”

“You just don’t exactly seem like the type of person who would enjoy going to a stuffy club with a ton of drunk people.”

“Hey, I know how to hang. Set it up and I’ll be there.”

“Great, I’ll text them.” She smiles, her body was buzzing with excitement. Harry stands up abruptly and comes over to her side of the table, cupping her jaw. He slots his lips over hers, sucking on her bottom lip and then letting her go before he sits back down. “Wh-what was that for?”

“Just wanted to give my girlfriend a kiss.” He shrugs, a smirk forming on his lips.

“Oh.” Her face had to be beat red at this point. They look at each other and smile. This time it’s Abby who decides to be bold. She gets up and sits on his lap side saddle. She grabs her phone and opens up SnapChat because it was better for taking selfies.

“What are you doing?”

“We hardly have any pictures together. Now that you’re my boyfriend that’s going to change. Smile.” She says to him, and he does as she says, taking a very cute picture.

“Send that to me?”

Abby presses her lips to his. Getting through dinner was going to take a little longer tonight.  

//

Harry could, in fact, not hang. It was midnight and he was fighting to stay awake. He wished Abby had planned their big night out with her friends for a Saturday not Friday. It was a long week, and Harry just wanted to go to bed. He thought her friends were interesting. There was Billy, Abby’s absolute best friend. Billy happens to be trans, which Harry didn’t care about at all because Billy’s life was none of his business. Then there was Amy and Gina, Abby’s roommates from undergrad. They were all getting along fine, but the club was loud, packed, and sticky. Abby was having a good time, though, so what could he do?

“Another drink, Harry? Next round’s on me.” Billy says to him.

“Oh, no thank you. Think I’m gonna cool it.”

“Cool it?” Amy scoffs. “The night just started. Ab, hold old did you say he was again?”

“Don’t tease him.” Abby hooks an arm around Harry’s waist. “He’s thirty-two, a doctor, and he had a long week.” She looks up at him. “You’ve last two hours, go home if you want.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’ll call you tomorrow.” She puckers her lips and he kisses her.

“It was really nice meeting all of you. We’ll have to do it again sometime…maybe on a night I didn’t have two different surgeries.” He kisses Abby again. “Text me when you get home so I know you got back safe?”

“Will do, bye, babe!” Harry heads out, and Abby looks back at her friends. “He’s cute, right?”

“Very.” Gina says. “He seemed like he was having fun at the beginning.”

“He’s just tired.” Abby sighs. “We should have waited until tomorrow. He really is a lot of fun.”

“I’m sure he is.” Billy says with a smile. “So, you really haven’t slept with him yet?”

“No.” Abby shakes her head.

“What’s the hold up?” Amy asks.

“I just haven’t felt ready.” Abby shrugs. “He’s a really good kisser, though, so I know I’m close to getting there with him.”

“You haven’t even sucked his dick?” Gina asks.

“No, but I’ve felt it. We grind on each other a lot. But I always have us stop before it gets to be too much.”

“I’ve literally never known you to not want to fuck a guy you’ve been seeing.” Billy says.

“I know…I just…it all just feels like a dream come true still, and I’m afraid that once we do it something will go wrong and we’ll stop seeing each other. I have no idea why I feel like that, but I do.” Abby says.

“He’d be an idiot to let you go.” Amy says. “Do it when you’re ready, but I think I speak for the three of us when I say we approve of him.”

“Thanks, that means a lot.” The four share a group hug and go back out to the dancefloor to enjoy the rest of their night.

//

It was a rainy Saturday at the beginning of April. Harry told Abby to bring Marvin over to his place so they could get cozy for a lazy day of watching movies and being cozy. She happily accepted. The two of them really needed a day to relax. Abby was booked solid at work right now, and Harry was starting to get booked out with more and more wisdom teeth appointments. Harry liked when Abby would bring Marvin over. He had gotten a little dog bed for him and some toys. Harry even got him a little food and water bowl.

Abby was really falling for Harry. He made her feel safe, and he was beyond considerate. She also couldn’t believe how patient he was being. They were together three months, just entering the fourth, and they still hadn’t had sex yet. She knew he wanted it, of course, and she really wanted it too.

They were curled up on the couch together while Marvin was snoozing on his little dig bed. Neither had ever watched The Mindy Project before so they were binging it. Abby couldn’t believe what she was about to do, but she couldn’t help from blurting it out.

“Harry?” She looks up at him.

“Yeah?” He looks down at her.

“I…I love you.” His eyes widen as he looks at her, his mouth falling open. “Oh my god, it’s too soon, right? I…I…I…” Before she can ramble on anymore, he’s kissing her, hard.

“Christ, Abby.” He presses his forehead to hers. “I love you too.” He kisses her again.

“Really?”

“Of course I do. You couldn’t tell? I’ve got your picture framed on my night table, and I’ve got all this stuff here for Marvin, and I keep your favorite snacks in the pantry…”

She moves to straddle him, pushing his shoulders back into the couch. She slots her mouth over his, and he holds her close to him. She sucks on his bottom lip, making him groan.

“Harry, bring me to your bedroom, now.”

“Y-you wanna go to sleep?” He looks at her confused.

“No, I want you to fuck me.” She looks at him with dark eyes.

“Really?”

“Yes!”

He doesn’t question her again. Instead, he lifts her up and quickly carries her down the hall to his bedroom. He gets her on the bed, hovers over her, and starts by getting her shirt off. His eyes widen when he sees the lace bra she was wearing. He furrows his brows as he gets her leggings off. He glares at her when he sees that her panties match her bra.

“What is it?” She asks innocently.

“There’s this old saying that goes along the lines of if the girl’s wearing matching underwear, then she’s the one who decided to have sex.” Abby blinks at him. “Were you planning for this tonight?”

“I was hoping.” She sits up on her elbows. “I…I’ve been fucked over before, and I really wanted to make sure I knew how we felt about each other before we did this. I’m sorry that I made us wait so long.”

“Don’t be sorry, baby.” He caresses her cheek. “I’ll admit I was a little frustrated in the beginning, but…I’m sort of glad we waited. It’ll be more special now.”

“Exactly!” She beams at him. “Can…can we get back to it now?”

He chuckles and takes his shirt off and pants off. He hovers over her and kisses on her neck and chest. He reaches behind her to unhook her bra, and tugs it away. His lips wrap around one of her nipples, and he licks around it. He sucks on her, and it makes her moan. He licks over to her other breast, and sucks on her other nipple. She pushes his head closer to her chest and tugs at his hair. He kisses and nips his way down her soft tummy. She lifts her hips as he tugs her panties off. He opens her legs and sucks a bruise into her thigh. She gasps at that and groans. He licks a flat stripe up her slit and to her clit. He does this a few times, just to get a good taste of her.

He looks up at her as his tongue flicks back and forth on her clit. He presses a hand on her pelvis and pushes up so he can see her better. He sucks on her clit and she moans out. His fingers work around her folds, feeling her wetness, and then he slides his middle finger in. He gets his ring finger in as well, and starts to pump in and out of her. He moans into her as his hips rut against the bed. She grabs at his hair as his fingers start to rub against her front wall. Abby starts panting and breathing heavier.

“Fuck, Harry, please don’t stop!”

He groans into her as his answer, and keeps doing everything exactly the same to help get her there. Her hips move along with his face, and her body starts to feel warm all over. She cries out as she comes to her release. He retracts his fingers, and he sucks on her wet center before sitting up. She catches her breath and smiles at him. He smiles at her and gets his boxers off. She whimpers when she looks at his hard dick. She crawls towards him and wraps her hand around him. She kisses his tip and wraps her lips around him.

“God, I’ve been dreaming about this.” He groans as his head rolls back while she starts to bob up and down on him. She goes down enough to choke on him, and then she pulls off. “Do you want me to use a condom?”

“No, I’m on the pill. I wanna feel you.”

He nods and gets back onto the bed with her. She opens her legs back up for him, and he rubs the head of his cock along her folds and clit. Her hips press up towards him in anticipation. He slowly presses into her, and her mouth falls open.

“Jesus, you’re so fucking tight.” He grunts as he bottoms out.

“Move.” She tells him. “Move, Harry.” She whines, and he starts to rock in and out of her. She clutches at his biceps and digs her nails in. “Oh my god.” She moans.

“Feels good?”

“Feels amazing.” She bites her bottom lip. “Go harder.”

“Yeah, want me to fuck you hard?”

“Fuck, yeah, really give it to me.”

He gives her a wicked grin, and then pulls out of her. He flips her onto her stomach and slides back in. He grips the back of her neck, and his other hand rests at the base of her spine. He takes a deep breath, pulls out almost all the way, and then snaps his hips back into her. She gasps, and he does it again. He smacks her ass, and continues to fuck into her hard. The hand at the base of her spine slides around to her clit and he rubs it. It doesn’t take her long to lose it again. He pulls out and sits up against his headboard. Abby sinks down on him as he grips her hips. They move in sync together as she rides him. She licks into his mouth and they both moan. His hands grab all over her body, unsure of where he liked squeezing the most. He fondles her breasts for a bit before deciding to stick with her ass.

“You’re so fucking beautiful like this, Abby.” He says as he kisses on her neck. “I want you to come for me again.” He snakes a hand between them so he can rub her clit again.

“Fuck, yes, oh my god, Harry!” She grinds faster on him. “I want you to come inside me.”

“Shit, fuck.” He moans out and they come at the same time. “Fuck, Abby.” He breathes and kisses her, sucking on her bottom lip. Her fingers tangle back into his hair.

“Was it, um, worth the wait?”

“Oh my god, of course it was. I wanna fuck you over and over.” He smirks at her and she giggles.

“I think that can be arranged.” She pecks his lips. “Would you ever want to, um, tie me to the bed?”

“Oh, baby, if I didn’t love you before.”

#sweet tooth #harry styles #harry styles one shot #harry styles imagine #harry styles x oc #harry styles smut #harry styles fluff #dentist!harry #dentistrry #harry styles oc #harry styles fic #harry styles fanfic

[lexacoolfox]

This my first post ever, but I just had a tooth removed so here is, my favorite male danganronpa characters and how I think they would react to having their S/O tooth removed. (Also I use she/her pronouns. Sorry boys!)

Nagito Komeada

Nagito is a caring guy and I think he would be the guy to go with you when you go to get it removed

He is constantly asking if you feel any pain even though the dentist are already asking that.

He just wants to make sure his hope is not in pain 🥰

After the tooth is removed and you leave your body feels really light, and you can’t feel your face

You also can’t eat for a while and you’ll talk really funny

You feel really embarrassed cause you think you look like an idiot. You also feel ugly cause that one tooth missing

Nagito being the sweetheart as he is will reassure you that your aren’t ugly

“My hope your still very beautiful, I think you look more beautiful everyday. I can’t wait to see how beautiful your hopeful smile will look like when your tooth grows back.”

It makes you feel a bit better

When you get home and your able to eat again he Cook’s your favorite meal

You and him even cuddle up and watch your favorite show/movie to get your mind of your missing tooth and numb face.

He’ll also bring some ice when the soreness comes to your mouth. Along with a pain numbing medicine.

“Nagito…do you still really think I’m still okay looking like this?” You ask

“My hope I would never lie to you! So when I say I think your beautiful, I think your beautiful! Don’t let anybody else tell you otherwise.” He responded

“Thank you Nagito, I love you!” You tell him cuddling up closer

“Your welcome, I love you too.” He said kissing the top your head and wrapping his arms around you tighter

Uggh I just…Love him so much 😫😍

Kokichi oma

Don’t even try to deny it! This boy would be a nightmare at the dentist. So you go by yourself since you already knew this.

When you come back from the dentist. Kokichi was in the room just glaring at you. Apparently when you told shuichi (cause he asked where you were going.) he told Kokichi when he asked him where you were.

“S/O your supposed to tell your supreme leader everything! I need to know where my queen is! WAAAAHHH!! S/O YOUR SO MEAN!! Don’t you love me!?!”

You knew this was all an act, you knew the tears were also fake

“Kichi, babe, can we not do this right now. I can’t feel my face and I can feel the soreness of where my tooth is missing coming on.”

He instantly stopped and came to you and started poking your face! And smirking

“So you can’t feel this! Or this! Or this!”

Yes you couldn’t feel it, but you were still pretty annoyed by it!

“Where is your tooth missing? Come on show me!”

You showed him since you knew he would bother you all day if you didn’t. And you didn’t want a headache with this terrible soreness is your gums and numbness in your face.

“Wow that’s pretty ugly! I suggest you don’t smile with your teeth for a while nishishishi!”

Even though you knew it was a joke. It still kinda a hurt your feeling and made you a little mad. You started to tear up

his shot open when he heard a quiet sniffle coming from you. He didn’t expect you to start crying since it was just a joke.

But before he started to apologize. You grabbed a pillow and threw at his face and yell “Your a real jerk! You know that!” Then running of to your room. Locking the door behind you

He came to your door and knocking on it nonstop

“S/O come on it was just a joke!”

“As your supreme leader I order you to open this door!”

“S/O come on, we can cuddle if you want!”

“We can play whatever game you want if you open this door.”

You remained silent on your side

Kokichi absolutely hated being ignored. He hates that his lover is ignoring him.

Even though he rather jump off a cliff then admit it!

He actually likes it when you give him attention! He loves when you give him affection like kisses or cuddles, or simply saying “I love you”

But he was stubborn he wasn’t going to cave that easily

“You know what fine! Ignore me all you want!” He said walking off

Everybody seemed to notice the mood Kokichi was in.

Shuichi already though it Might have to do with you and the dentist appointment you had

He came and asked you and you told him what Kokichi had said and why you were ignoring him.

Kirumi, heard about your dentist appointment and came to bring you things to help with the soreness in your mouth. Sine you know…she’s the ultimate maid and all.

Kokichi wasn’t going to beg for you to pay attention to him, he wasn’t that easy to break.

…30 minutes later

There he was at your door begging for you to let him in

You weren’t letting him in until he apologized

“S/O, my queen, let me in please!”

Still nothing.

He checked to see if anybody was coming and then took a deep breath

“S/O I’m really sorry for what I said. Your still my gorgeous queen. Please…let me in…”

You were surprised by how genuine it’s sounded

You open it just a little so you could see him and you were shocked by what you saw

He was looking at you with tears in his eyes. Genuine tears!

“I really am sorry. Please. Let me in.”

You couldn’t refuse

He instantly lighten up when he saw you completely open you door.

“Nishishishi! I knew you couldn’t ignore me for long! After all, who could resist their handsome supreme leader!”

“Yeah yeah…do you wanna cuddle?”

“Yes. Later let’s play a prank on kaito or keebo!”

“Instead how about we nap.”

“Fine…that’s sound so boring though”

“I could take one by myself-“

“No! We are taking a nap together!”

No matter how annoying he gets! You couldn’t resist your cute purple boyfriend

He annoying…but he so adorable 😍

Makoto Naegi

This cute cinnamon roll has no idea what to do

He their during the removal and makes sure that nothing goes wrong

The dentist tells him what you can and cannot do for a certain amount of time.

You don’t like how you can’t feel your face and you think that tooth missing makes you ugly.

“S/O please don’t worry about that tooth missing. It’ll grow back. Also your not ugly your still as pretty as ever.”

He gives you a wet paper towel to bite down on. To numb the soreness (like how your author is doing right now) he also gives you pain reduce medicine.

He lays on your chest as you play with his hair. You like playing with it considering how soft it is and you just love his little ahoge! Kawaii!

“Do you need anything else S/O? Just say the word.”

“No, all I need right now it my cute boyfriend!”

“Wha?! C-cute! I’m no- that- um...”

He shoved his face into your chest to hid his embarrassment

“Thank you though naegi. I love you”

“Of course, I love you too!”

“I love you more!”

“No…I love you more!”

You both giggled the night away

Aaaahhh!! He just so cuuuuutttteee! ❤️❤️

Hajime Hinata

Hajime is a little bit…what the word…complicated…in certain…situations…

Just like the one he’s in

He there so your less scared but he just mostly watches. He honestly just feels kinda awkward

After you leave, he gets you an ice pack for the soreness in your gums later on, and of course pain reducing medicine

You kept touching your face cause of the numbness in your face, you were a little bit fascinated by the feeling. Hajime noticed

“Why do you keep touching your face?”

“Half of my face is numb I’m kinda interested in the feeling.”

He awkwardly laughed. He thought it was kinda weird but also found it cute.

“Hajime can we cuddle please!”

Hajime wasn’t the best at relationships, you guys have been dating for about a 2-3 months and he was still getting used to cuddling.

You noticed the nervousness in his face

“We don’t have to…I’m sorr-“

“No! No. we can cuddle.”

“Are you sure? You look a little nervous.”

“I know. I’m still getting used to this whole ‘relationship’ thing”

You giggled and snuggled up with him and just talked about different subjects until the soreness in your gums came along. Then you two sat in comfortable silence.

You were starting to get a bit sleepy

“Hey Hajime. I know your still new to this whole thing with us. I just want you to know I really do love you. Thank you for being here with me today

“I…I really love you too. It’s just I’m so afraid of screwing this up. I don’t want to lose you. And your welcome, I’d be happy this anytime.”

He kissed you on top of the head and both of you feel into a deep slumber.

You and Hajime, might have some weird moments but your both trying your best.

I really hope that was not trashy and I hope I got his character right.

#anime #danganronpa #danganronpa 2 #makoto naegi #kokichi ouma #hajime hinata #nagito komaeda #relationship #kokichi x reader #nagito x reader #hajime x reader #naegi x reader #drv2 #drv3 #drv1

[thebeautyoffanfics]

kou minamoto x gn!reader

a/n: sorry guys, i know i’m… way behind on requests. i’m just. Hm. going through the motions? Gotta write some self-indulgent comfort fics yk yk <3

Also like UGH i’ve been taking better care of my teeth- but had to get a real bad cavity filled today. And that numbing stuff??? Wasn’t working. So, of course, now- about 45 minutes later- it’s finally kicking in lol,,,,,,, can’t feel half of my face;; i already have a slight lisp;;;;;; and i’m hungry;;;;;;; i’m just;;; not having it this week, guys, i’m simply not-

warnings: mentions of shots/needles, anxiety?

word count: 965

You sighed, finally regulating your breathing, feeling the throbbing of your head from having to calm yourself down so often lately. You couldn’t help but recall the pinch from the dentists, one that you felt despite the attempt to numb your gums in the place they would inject you. Which was worse, the pain in your mouth, or how you pinched your arm? The way the room seemed to get uncomfortably warm so quickly- and the way you wanted to cry when the doctor announced that he’d have to do it once more. And once again after that.

Carefully, you took a bite of a snack you had packed, quickly placing it back at the mix of a pain and a lack of a flavor. While you expected to taste nothing on the numb side, the pain was… unwelcome, to say the least. Strange, you thought, that the bottom of your ear was numb, and yet… the area in which the shots had been injected were sore. At this point, you weren’t even sure you wanted to eat. Thinking too much about the… excitements of tomorrow was enough to kill your appetite. Recalling the events of today, imaging having to wait so long in a doctor’s office, the feeling of the nurse rubbing the alcohol pad against your arm… tears filled your eyes, as you shook your head, forcing the thoughts from your mind. You wished that you could have gone home. You wanted to cry- but there was no use in crying at school, unless you wanted too many different eyes on you.

“(Y/N)! You’re back?? For… study hall?” Kou questioned, sitting next to you. You shrugged- “Yeah. My parents wanted me to come back for clubs and whatnot.”

“I see… then, how did it go?”

“Seeing as you heard me try to pronounce ‘parents’ you may have a good idea, haha…”

“Right, right…” Kou muttered, fiddling with his hands slightly. You knew he could tell you were in a poor mood, and that you were like that before the dentist appointment. You were beyond thankful for his kindness, knowing that he was sitting there, trying to figure out how to approach your mood.

“So, (Y/N), are you feeling… better?” He asked, glancing back over at you, and offering a slight smile.

“Mmh… well, my mouth hurts, and I’m starving… and I can’t talk properly. Still, I think I’d have a numb mouth any day over tomorrow- I’ve got to get my shots, and I’m… hm, terrified.”

“Ah? Of shots?”

“Needles.”

“Ah… well, it’s alright!” He cheered, and you stopped yourself from getting defensive, knowing he was about to give you the same lesson everyone else did. “It’s a little pinch, and then it’s over! Super quick, I promise!”

“I-” You stopped yourself, taking in a deep breath as your voice already began to shake, “I know, Kou.���

Kou paused, tensing up a bit, scared that he had possibly hit a nerve. “Thank you, for trying, just… it’s kinda more than that, you know? Like… I know getting the shot is much better than getting any sort of illness. I know it’s just a tiny pinch, and that it’s over quickly… but, for some reason, it’s just… scary, haha.”

Kou nodded, pondering for a moment as the bell rang. The remaining students in the room got up and left, leaving you sitting alone with Kou. “Do you have any numbing cream you could put on your arm? I’ll buy some, if you want!”

“Kou, you’re too kind to me-”

“You’re kind to me, (Y/N)! I’m serious. I’ve got some money, it can’t be that pricey! You can put that on, and hmm… ask the doctor if you can put in your earbuds? Play some music, or watch a video? And, uh! Focus on something else!! Call me, if you want?? If you can-?”

You nodded, smiling slightly at the effort Kou was putting into this. “Thanks so much, Kou… I’ll do that- but I can buy the stuff, so don’t worry. I’ve got that, and I’ve been working on keeping my breathing normal… I can’t promise I won’t cry, but I think I’m doing all I can to not have the pain.”

“Yesyes!! You’ve got this, (Y/N)! You’ve definitely got this! I’ll pack your lunch, alright? For the rest of the week!”

“Kou, you’re treating me like I’m a toddler-”

“Trust me, I’ve dealt with Tiara- there’s a huuuuge difference. Mainly… comforting Teru- but that’s not important! Honestly, the whole reward method works just fine for any age- plus, I’m allowed to spoil my partner, even if you don’t face a fear.”

Nodding, you stood up, attempting to appear more confident than you felt. “Thank you, sweetheart. I’m still… terrified, but I’m glad to have someone cheering me on, haha…”

“Of course! If there’s anything I can do, please let me know! I’ll even hold your hand!”

“You don’t need to do that,” You laughed, ruffling his hair, then lanking his arm slightly- silently letting him know that he should stand up. “But I do appreciate it… maybe hold my hand afterwards? While you’re at it, kiss the bandaid- joking, joking, I know you would-”

“Oi, don’t treat my love for you like it’s silly!”

“Right, right. It’s not silly, sweetie~.”

“Neither is your fear!” “Mmmmmh, neither is my fear-” “Hanako is though.”

“Ha- hm… you’re completely right on that one. Still, we should go clean his bathroom.”

(Bonus- bc I know Hanako would make fun of me even more than my sister has /lh /hj:

“BAHAHAHAHAHAHA-”

“SHUT UP, HANAKO, YOU JERK!!”

“SORRY?? REPEAT THAT???”

“IF YOU WEREN’T A GHOST, I S- PROMISE- UGH-”

“PFFF- DID YOU TRY TO AVOID AN ‘S’??? DID IT NUMB YOUR BRAIN AS WELL?????”

“HANAKO-”)

#oneshot #x reader #gn!reader #x gn!reader #tbhk #jshk #toilet bound hanako kun #jibaku shounen hanako kun x reader #jibaku shounen hanako kun #toilet bound hanako kun x reader #kou minamoto #tbhk x reader #jshk x reader #kou minamoto x reader

[doyumacy]

𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘 — 11

pairing: taeyong x doyoung x reader

warnings:「dotae x reader, polyamorous relationship, mentions of blood, using of weapons such as gun and brass knuckles, character death, smut (oral f. and m) (threesome) (anal sex) (unprotected sex) (use of handcuffs) (m/m sex) 」

word count: 「 5,5 k 」

Doyoung shakes his hand after removing the brass knuckles. They’re red and swollen. They’re broken for hitting Jackson’s face at least five times. Doyoung turns to Jackson and there’s a gash along his right cheek, which won't stop bleeding. His lips are bleeding and he lowers his head, panting.

Jackson is seated in a metal chair and his hands are tied to it, which makes Doyoung bend down to his height and tilts his head. “Tired already? We just started.”

“Keep this energy, Doyoung. You have a funeral to throw,” Jackson says between

his teeth, and then spits out, saliva mixed with blood.

And just like that, Jackson feels the crack of Doyoung's brass knuckles against his cheekbone.

There’s a new broken blood vessel spreading along the smooth skin of Jackson's upper cheekbone and over the side of his nose. Jackson laughs, throwing his head back. "Hit me as much as you want, it won't bring her back."

Doyoung groans and is ready to throw another fist when Ten grabs his arm. “Don’t. He is just provoking you. You gotta be smarter.”

“Yeah, listen to the short one,” Jackson mocks.

Doyoung takes a deep breath and stares at Jackson; jaw aches, almost like it does when you have a cavity so deeply rooted that it turns your gums black. Gums that are inflamed and bleed when picked. He tastes the metallic bitterness on his tongue, but it was from his nose.

Doyoung wants to end him so bad, but he needs to know first if you're okay. If Taeyong managed to take you out of the water before it was too late.

“I’ll be right back,” Doyoung tells Ten and he nods.

Doyoung exits the small warehouse pulling out his phone. He calls Taeyong. “Tae?”

“Oh, God,” Taeyong sighs relieved. “You’re okay. I was so worried.”

“I am, it’s okay, honey,” he says. “How’s y/n??

“She’s okay, she’s getting some warm intravenous fluids to help warn her blood and is resting now,” Taeyong runs a hand through his hair. “Doctor said if I had been 5 minutes late, she wouldn’t have made it.”

Doyoung feels like a big amount of weight has been lifted from his shoulders. You are okay.

You are alive.

He holds onto the door, ducking his head trying to quiet a sob, tears streaming down his and he nods as if Taeyong is watching him. “Doyoung? Babe? You’re still there?”

“Yeah,” Doyoung says with a crackly voice. “I just… please take care of her. Don’t leave her alone, you know she hates hospitals.”

“I won't,” Taeyong says. “Babe? Are you okay?”

Doyoung stands straight again and wipes his face. “Yes. I’ll be there in a few hours, okay? I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Taeyong gives a shy smile. “And Doyoung?”

“Yes?”

“Don’t kill Jackson. Let Ten take care of it,” Taeyong asks him.

Doyoung sighs. “Okay.”

Doyoung goes back inside the warehouse and places the brass knuckles on the table. Jackson smirks, looking at him. “Giving up already?”

Doyoung scoffs and smiles, squatting down in front of him. “I came to the conclusion it’s not worth it to stain my hands with your blood.”

“That’s why, here my friend Ten will do it,” Doyoung turns his face to Ten, who’s already loading a gun. “A head shot sounds very pleasing right now.”

Doyoung steps aside when Ten stands in front of him and raises the gun to the level of Jackson's forehead. Jackson's eyes widen and he begins to fidget in his chair desperately. "Wait! Don't do it, and-I'll talk to the police. I'll turn myself in.”

Doyoung ignores him and Ten takes his silence as a no. Ten pulls the trigger and the warehouse is filled with a very sharp and loud sound.

(...)

Waking up to rhythmic beeping and the steady flow of air through a tube is something you never thought you would go through again.

You open your eyes to a white ceiling, your eyelids are heavy, threatening to close again as she gathers the strength to look around, and your chest feels tight. Pain racks your body as she cranes your neck to look around.

There is an EKG machine next to you and an intravenous drip that you assume is attached to your arm. You also wear an oxygen mask.

You spot Taeyong sleeping uncomfortably on a chair next to your bed, he has his arms crossed against his chest and head almost hanging. You glance to the other side and see Doyoung also sleeping on the small couch.

How long has it been since you arrived at the hospital? Days? Weeks?

Your head hurts and one of your hands reaches to your forehead and you whimper when one of your fingers touches your stitches.

You try to slide a little on the bed, trying to find a comfortable position and you let out another whimper. Your whole body aches.

It seems that Taeyong notices your last whimper and he wakes up almost jolting. He stands up and places himself next to you. "What is it, baby? Do you want me to get the doctor?"

You shake your head. "I'm f-" you clear your throat a few times. "I'm just thirsty."

Taeyong nods and presses a button calling a nurse. The nurse enters the room with a pitcher of water and two glasses. She checks on your vital signs and after updating the chart, she announces the doctor will arrive soon to finish checking on you. You nod as you slowly drink water.

Doyoung wakes up and he places a kiss on your forehead carefully. He rests his hand on the back of your head and looks at you. "Are you sure you feel alright?"

"I wanna go home," you almost whisper.

"Soon, baby," Taeyong holds your hand and looks at Doyoung, then he eyes his bruised knuckles.

Doyoung puts his hands in the pockets of his jeans, hiding them. The less you know, the better.

The next morning you’re discharged but the doctor tells you still have to rest and stay in bed for at least two more days.

You’re laying in the bed trying to find something to watch on Netflix but everything looks boring. You sigh turning off the tv and place the remote on the bedside table. You’re bored, sore and upset.

Upset at Doyoung that he hasn’t talked to you since the hospital. He’s avoiding you.

Again.

If he wants to break up with you just needs to say it, why bother and stay around and when he clearly doesn't have any intentions?

You roll on the bed, hugging a pillow closing your eyes. You hear someone opening the door and ignore it. They might think you’re sleeping.

By the steps, you can tell it is Doyoung. He walks to the bathroom and after a few minutes, he leaves the bathroom and walks towards the bed. He leans down a bit and places a kiss on your temple.

As he walks to the door to leave the room, you open your eyes. “Will you finally stop bullshiting around and talk to me?”

Doyoung holds the knob and gulps. He finally turns and stares at you. “Not now.”

You roll your eyes. “Just… break up with me already.”

Doyoung frowns. “What?” He walks towards the bed again. “What would I break up with you?”

“You had been ignoring me for days before the accident and you’re still ignoring me,” you state. “If you don’t want to have kids with me or ever just say it.”

Doyoung bites his lips and giggles a bit. You glare at him. “What 's so funny, Doyoung?” You almost groan.

He shakes his head and smiles looking at you softly. “Of course I want to have a family with you, y/n.”

“Then why do you act all weird?!” You glance at him.

Doyoung sits on the edge of the bed and rests one of his hands on your legs. “Because I’m scared.” He looks you in the eye. “Starting a family never crossed my mind before meeting you. I didn’t have the best dad imagine growing up so I don’t think I’m capable of raising a kid.”

You growl, sitting on the bed. “Now I’m the one being a dick.”

He nods looking at you and then laughs slightly. “When I saw you holding Aera that’s when I knew, but I also got even scared because I think I won’t be a good dad.”

“Doyoung,” you say softly, holding his hand, ignoring the bruises on his knuckles. “You won’t make your dad’s mistakes. You’re different from him. You should not reflect yourself on his actions.”

Doyoung presses his lips together and looks at you. “I am not that different.”

Doyoung barely speaks about his father, and the time he spoke about it, it made him vulnerable and hurt.

His dad was involved in a drug cartel and left him and his mom when he was seven years old. He still remembers the scene, coming back from school, seeing mom crying in the living room and his dad standing next to her holding a suitcase. Doyoung’s dad didn’t even say goodbye to him and left.

A year later, he was arrested.

“Doyoung,” you begin, cupping his face. “You know what makes you different from him?” Doyoung’s eyes dart to you. “You would never let your greediness step above from those who you love. That is what makes you different.”

Doyoung lowers his hand and rests it on your shoulder. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you play with his hair. “Next time try talking to me, okay?”

Doyoung nods and places a kiss on your shoulder. “There’s something you need to know.”

“Is it about Jackson?” You inquire.

Doyoung goes back to his last position and nods, looking you in the eye. You shake your head. “Then I don’t want to know. Whatever happened to him I don’t want to know. He deserved it.”

Doyoung takes a deep breath and cups your face kissing you. “I love you. So much.”

“I know you do,” you smile and kiss him back. “Call Taeyong. Let’s make love tonight.”

Doyoung chuckles. “As much as I want to make love to you both we can’t. You’re still not fully recovered and I don’t want to hurt you.”

You roll your eyes. “I’ve been sex deprivaved for days. It’s enough.”

“You can take a few more days,” he rubs your chin.

You groan. “That’s rude.”

He hums in response and gives you a peck on the cheek. “You want something to eat?”

“Pizza,” you smile. “Spinach and pesto pizza, please.”

Doyoung nods standing up from the bed. “Oh! Also, some roasted asparagus with bacon.”

“You’re pregnant already?” He mocks.

“Yes, and you better hurry up or the baby will have an asparagus face.”

Doyoung laughs. “I’ll be right back.”

Doyoung goes downstairs and spots Taeyong going to the kitchen. “Babe?”

Taeyong turns. “Yes?”

“y/n wants her favorite.”

“Oh,” Taeyong nods. “Did you guys finally talk?”

Doyoung nods. “She kind of scolded me.”

“I mean, you sort of deserved it,” Taeyong shrugs.

Doyoung nods. “She also wanted to have sex.”

Taeyong giggles. “I get her. I’m horny too.”

Doyoung rolls his eyes. “Am I the only one not thinking with his second head?”

“Oh come on, honey,” Taeyong scoffs. “I heard you this morning jacking off in the bathroom.”

Doyoung blushes and Taeyong laughs. “I relieved some tension.”

Taeyong hums. “You know, I’m still here.”

Doyoung bites his lips. “Why don’t you order the food and see what we can do while we wait?”

“But you need to keep it down,” Taeyong kisses him. “Or y/n will get upset.”

Doyoung raises an eyebrow. “You’re the one who’s very vocal.”

Taeyong chuckles and his lips goes down Doyoung’s neck.”We’ll see.”

Taeyong hovers closer and leaves a warm kiss on Doyoung's lips, as Doyoung responds back with his tongue swerving inside.

Taeyong lest out a deep moan when Doyoung is so immersed into kissing him. Taeyong pauses the kiss, and breathes heavily, noses still in contact.

"The office, now?" Doyoung panting, still from their kissing session.

Taeyong locks the door, and he holds Doyoung by his waist. Taeyong looks straight into his eyes, making him spill his intentions.

Doyoung gives his own lips a quick lick, giving Taeyong a demanding look. Taeyong chuckles and kisses him again. "You're so needy today, honey."

"I am horny," Doyoung spits back and nips at his lip. "Bend me over the desk."

"Yes, you're very horny," Taeyong unzips his pants. "You never let me fuck you."

"And I won't if you don't shut up," Doyoung clenches his jaw, undoing his belt.

Taeyong giggles and grabs Doyoung by his hips. He turns him around and bends him over the desk.

By the time Doyoung is doing his pants, he hears the ringbell and smiles. “Just in time.”

Taeyong sits on the big black chair and hands him a $50 bill. “For your services, honey.” He jokes and Doyoung laughs.

“It’s more than $50 buck, I ain’t that cheap, Lee,” Doyoung takes the bill.

“If you give me head next time I’ll think about it,” Taeyong smirks.

(...)

“You two bitches had sex,” you say after you swallowed your piece of pizza. Doyoung and Taeyong look at each other. “And before you ask how I know it’s pretty obvious. Doyoung gets his cheeks all red and Taeyong’s lips are literally smashed.”

Doyoung and Taeyong slightly laugh and you groan. “This is unfair! I’m horny too!”

“Baby, we’ll do anything you want when you feel better,” Taeyong smiles at you.

“I feel better now,” you grin.

Doyoung shakes his head. “Doctor said no sudden moves for at least five more days. You know we ain’t soft, love.”

You roll your eyes. “Fine, but you know what this means right?”

Taeyong frowns. “No, what does it mean?”

“War,” you smile big.

Doyoung chuckles. “Love, it’s not that deep.”

“Yes it is,” you squint your eyes. “You’ll beg me eventually to stop.”

The next morning, Doyoung wakes up to a high-pitched sound. He rolls on the bed and opens his eyes. He gulps at the scene, you have your eyes closed, biting your lip and fingers between your folds. You let out another small moan and arch your back a little.

It 's not fair.

You keep fingering yourself when you feel Taeyong rolling on the bed as well and he groans. Doyoung rests a hand on your thigh and you yank it off. “No touching.”

“Love,” Doyoung clenches his jaw.

When you reach your climax, you run two fingers through your dripping pussy and take them to your mouth, licking them clean. Taeyong swallows hard and he knows this is just the beggining of their torture.

You sigh and smile at both. “Gentlemen,” you get up from the bed and find your panties in the way, you throw them to Doyoung and wink an eye at him. “I’m gonna take a shower.”

You lock yourself in the bathroom and Doyoung and Taeyong look at each other. “We’re so fucked up.”

“I know,” Doyoung sighs. “Did you see her ass? It got bigger.”

“Fuck yeah,” Taeyong groans. “I can’t wait to spank those cheeks.”

The same day, all you wear is one of Doyoung’s shirts and a pink lace thong. The one you know it drives them crazy. You walk past them and they won't help themselves from watching your ass and much less when you bend down slowly to pick something up from the floor.

Taeyong presses his lips together and sighs at the scene. Doyoung clenches his jaw and groans, it’s going to be a long day.

But they can also play.

The following day, you’re getting ready to go to bed when you hear moans coming from the bathroom. You want to scream.

Taeyong is on his knees giving Doyoung maybe one of his best heads ever. Fuck.

Doyoung throws his head back, moaning. He has never been this vocal, but now that he knows you’re outside, he’s feeling it. He won’t quiet down.

Moans become louder when Doyoung pushes Taeyong up against the wall and fucks him. Hard. Just the way Taeyong likes.

You bury your head in the pillows and choke a moan. It’s two against one. You need a new plan.

Then, it comes to your mind. You smile internally and take off your pajamas laying down naked. You hear the door of the bathroom opening and when they’re  outside, you spread your legs in front of them and start playing with your vibrator. You moan quietly as you suck one of your fingers.

Doyoung and Taeyong get hard again and they groan. You let out another moan and stare at them with your lips partly opened.

“Fuck this shit,” Doyoung murmurs before approaching you and placing himself between your legs. He presses kisses on your thighs before giving you the most erotic glance. “Safeword.”

“Disneyland,” you say and you hear Taeyong’s giggle.

“Good,” Doyoung hums against your skin. He turns to Taeyong. “Bring the black velvet box that’s in the closet.”

Taeyong nods and you look at Doyoung. “I thought you didn’t want to hurt me.”

“And I won’t,” he says and stares hungrily at your dripping heat, and with both thumbs he spreads it open, lightly blowing air against your clit. A gasp comes out from your mouth at the cold feeling.

Taeyong is back holding the box and he opens it, placing it on the bed. “Pass me the handcuffs, please.”

Taeyong hands him them and you bite your lip. You feel your heart hammer against your ribcage. You want this so bad. You shiver at the sensation of the cold metal circling your wrists.

Doyoung pins your arms above your head and he kneels down and leans over. “You little minx,” he whispers. “I think you need to learn a lesson in patience.”

“Don’t move,” he commands.

Taeyong helps to carefully but snuggly ties each of your wrists to the bedposts. After making sure you are comfortable but unable to undo your restraints, they both strip off their clothes and get on the bed next to you.

Taeyong runs his index finger over her plump bottom lip and your tongue automatically darts out to swirl around the digit. He allows you this small pleasure as he imagines your warm mouth doing something very similar to another part of his body. He then, ever so slowly, moves his hands down your neck over your shoulders and across your collarbone. They travel between the valley of your breasts and over your stomach, circling around your navel before moving back up. when they return to your collarbone, you whimper with need.

“Is there something you need, baby?” he asks casually although his erection is pressing against your arm.

“I want to suck you," you say, taking his length with your hand.

"It's all yours, baby."

As you take his length with your mouth, you feel Doyoung's hands between your breast cupping them and rubbing your nipples with his thumb. You moan against Taeyong's dick.

You push your chest further into his touch, feeling the pull from the handcuffs against your wrists. Doyoung massages your breasts and pinch at your nipples while he settles between your thighs again, his lips on your stomach. He kisses your creamy skin, his tongue moving from one freckle to the next.

You take Taeyong's dick out of your mouth and rest your forehead against his crotch, after a few seconds, you go back to suck his cock. You watch him throw his head back, biting his lip.

You squirm, once again tugging at your restraints. You want to touch them, to run your fingers through their hairs and knowing you can't is both extremely frustrating and incredibly arousing. You can feel how wet you are and you are sure it will be coating your thighs if they aren't spread so far apart. When Doyoung begins to lick and nip at your pelvic bone, you bring your feet up to his hips and push downward.

Doyoung quirks his eyebrow but takes the hint and kisses even further down your body, his hands making the journey as well. He runs a single finger through your wetness rubbing your clit for a moment until he makes his way to your entrance. He pushes a finger then two inside of you at the same time that he lowers his mouth to you, his tongue tasting your juices.

“Oh Doyoung,” You moan, your thighs instinctively tightening against his head. You stare down the expanse of your body to look into his eyes. His eyes are dark and lidded with desire and he moans against your clit causing your body to shudder with pleasure. His fingers and tongue are hitting all of the right spots and you are so close.

Abruptly, Doyoung pulls away from you completely and you can't stop the protesting whine that comes from your throat.

“What did I tell you about patience?” he asks although from his tone it's obvious he doesn't have much remaining himself.

“You have me tied to the bed and are having your way with me, how much more patient can I be?” You groan.

"Finish Taeyong and then we'll discuss your options," Doyoung winks at you.

You bob your head up and down the length of Taeyong's cock. You keep your tongue wrapped around the base as you move your head along every inch, taking it all in one fell swoop over and over again. You quickly work yourself into a steady rhythm of bobbing your head along his dick, taking it all. Taeyong moans taking your hair in a ponytail and looks down at you. "Fuck, baby girl. You're so good."

You look up at him as you take it all again. He chokes on a moan, gripping your hair. "Shit, shit... I'm gonna cum."

You feel his white warm liquid seep from his dick into your mouth. And you are more than happy to swallow it down, causing your tongue to constrict around his member each and every time that you do.

"Good girl," you hear Doyoung praising you and rub your thighs. He leans down for a kiss and you release Taeyong's dick with a 'pop' and kiss him.

As you kiss him, you spit some of Taeyong's cum on his mouth and both men groan. "Naughty," Doyoung swallows it and kisses your neck.

Taeyong releases your hands from the handcuffs. Your head falls back onto the pillows as Doyoung goes down and holds your legs apart. Your hand goes down to Doyoung's hair, lacing your fingers in his soft black locks and rolling your hips against his face while his tongue continues to lap at you.

“Fuck,” you choke out, “Doyoung, your mouth feels so good.” You whimper out.

Doyoung pulls away, again, his chin glistening from your arousal, “why don't we let Taeyong have a taste?"

While Doyoung sensually licks your cunt, Taeyong dives right in sucking harshly on your clit and slipping two fingers into your cunt. He curls them upwards and strokes your soft walls with the pads of his calloused fingers.

Doyoung sits back, watching Taeyong lapping at your cunt. He pumps his hand up and down his length letting out soft groans that mixed with yours and Taeyong's.

Your breaths begin to get more feverish and despite Taeyong's holding your hips down, your hips are writhing and grinding against his face. Just as you are about to come he pulls away, ceasing all of his contact with you.

"For fuck's sake!" You whine.

Fucking tease.

You whimper and frown, letting your head fall back against the pillows. Taeyong clears his throat, catching your attention “Think you can take both of us, baby?” He asks with a devilish smirk.

You nod your head. "The question is, can you take me?"

Before you know it you are seated atop Doyoung while laid at an upright angle, positioning him over your entrance and sinking down onto his length. Your mouth hangs open and you let out a shaky sigh feeling him fill your tight pussy before you lean forward, moving your hips against him.

Doyoung grips your hips tightly and bucks against them as you bury your face into his shoulder. He cups your face, pulling you into a soft kiss and moving his mouth against yours, taking your lower lip into his mouth and sucking on it. You moan into his mouth when you feel Taeyong's well lubed fingers against your ass and spread your legs more. Taeyong inserts one of his fingers into your tight hole, pumping his fingers into your slowly to loosen you.

Even without Taeyong's full length inside you, you still feel incredibly full, feeling them both moving against you and keeping pace with each other. You rock back onto Taeyong's finger as he inserts a second one and moans in Doyoung's ear. His hips sharply slap against yours, rocking you against Taeyong's fingers.

When he pulls them from you, you frown at the loss of fullness. But it's quickly replaced with a moan when you feel his length pushing against you and slowly entering your ass. You grip onto Doyoung's shoulders, digging your nails into his skin. The pressure between your legs is unbelievable.

They sit for a moment, allowing you to adjust to having both holes filled and waiting for you to give them the okay to move. You sit up lightly, and let out a shaky breath “It’s okay, you can move.” You say, your voice ragged.

Doyoung is the first to move, setting the pace and slowly moving in and out of your cunt while Taeyong follows suit. You moan, feeling them both rubbing against you and letting out a high pitched whine at the new foreign feeling. Taeyong kisses along the back of your neck and shoulders, licking over the dark marks he leaves in his wake while he rutted against you. He lets out soft gasps feeling your tightness around him and begins to thrust harder and harder, causing you to fuck yourself on Doyoung's cock. He leans over, planting his hands on either side of you and Doyoung to get a steady foundation as he pounds his hips into you frantically.

“Fuck, you’re taking us so well.” He grunts in your ear, “Feel good having Taeyong and I fucking you so well?” He asks.

You let out a high pitched moan, feeling Doyoung brushing against that spot that drives you crazy. “Oh, fuck,” You gasp. “Yes, fuck Doyoung, you and Taeyong feel so good.”

You feel Taeyong kissing the side of your face and neck, so you turn towards him and awkwardly capture his mouth with a sloppy kiss before you turn towards Doyoung, placing your lips against his. He swallows your moans while he and Taeyong continue to thrust into you.

Taeyong and Doyoung's thrusts slow, and you see his hand come up, brushing some hair from Taeyong's face and watch the tender touches intently before you see Taeyong lean in. Doyoung's hand cups his face softly and their lips touch and move against each other with familiar motions. Taeyong pulls away and glances at you before pulling you into a kiss, it's slow and erotic. His mouth feels hot against yours and you can't help but preen into their slow thrusts.

Your walls clench, causing Doyoung to pull away from the searing kiss and hiss out, “You close, baby?” he asks, reaching his hand down between your legs and rubbing harsh circles around your clit.

You nod, squirming against his touch and crying out once they begin to pick up their pace again, “Yes, yes, yes,” You chant, your brain unable to form any other words.

The string in your belly begins to ware dangerously thin before it finally breaks. Your walls clench and pulsate, and your mouth hang open as you let out a strangled moan.

The two men begin to rut into you at an unforgiving pace and desperately chase their release, your arms shake before they finally give out. You lay against Doyoung's chest as he holds you tightly against him, “Come on, darling, I know you’ve got one more for us.” He says, bucking his hips into your still sensitive pussy.

You sob out, tears beginning to prick the corners of your eyes. You are sweaty and look like a fucking mess, but he is right. With no time to recover from your first orgasm, your second one begins to rapidly approach. The familiar warm feeling spreads from your belly and creeps up the back of your neck as your back begins to arch, pressing your chest against Doyoung and your head falling back.

Taeyong reaches up, gripping your hair and holding your head in place, forcing your back to remain curved “Be a good girl and come for us again,” He growls into your ear.

You groan, clenching your jaw and digging your fingernails into Taeyong's shoulders, raking them down as your second orgasm washes over you. You cry out and your chest heaves as you fall forward onto Taeyong's shoulder. Taeyong moans, chasing his release holding you tightly.

The three of you sit slumped and catching your breath, attempting to calm yourselves from the excitement of your previous activities. Your whole body aches, and you look as though you have been through hell and back.

"Oh fuck," you say, your head against the pillows. "Fuck, my body aches."

"Are you okay, love?" Doyoung places a hand on your head. "Were we too rough?"

You shake your head. "I'm fine, I'll just... need a moment."

And the next morning, you wake up limbing and for that, Taeyong and Doyoung won't stop making fun.

(...)

It has been two weeks since the events. You’re back to work and you’re thankful that your mind is occupied with different stuff. You ask Donghyuck to stuff you with work and he does as you do. He tells you everyone in the office missed you and they’re happy you’re back.

After the day’s over, you drive to Jaehyun and Johnny’s house. Of course they won’t stop asking questions about everything that happened. You tell them and Jaehyun freaks out and gets angry because he didn’t know you almost drowned to death.

Johnny reassures him, telling him that everything is fine and that you are fine, which is the most important thing. Jaehyun sighs. “What about Jackson?” Jaehyun inquiries.

You shrug. “No one has heard from him since that night.”

“Maybe he fled the country?” Johnny says.

“I don’t care,” you rub your chin. “Can I see Aera?”

“Sure,” Jaehyun smiles and stands up.

The three of you walk to Aera’s room and as you go upstairs, Jaehyun spots the marks on your neck. “Try at least covering them up, bitch.”

You laugh. “Shut up, Jaehyun.”

“Working on a baby already?” Johnny smiles as he opens the door.

“Not yet, I could say we’re practising,” you grin.

“Wait,” Jaehyun looks at you. “Are you trying to get pregnant? For real?”

You nod, holding Aera. “I mean, I got off birth control a month ago, it’s not going to be easy but why shouldn’t we have fun?”

“I hate you so much right now,” Jaehyun groans. “Johnny and I used to have sex 6 times a week, now the man falls sleep every second. I am sleep and sex deprivaved.”

You burst out laughing and Johnny rolls his eyes. “Fatherhood is not easy, and apparently I’m the father of 2.”

“I need to have sex ASAP,” Jaehyun sighs.

“I could take care of Aera so you guys can have a date,” you smile. “She seems to love me.”

“Really? You don’t mind?” Johnny looks at you.

“Yeah,” you say and looks at Aera in awe when she holds your index finger. “We’re besties already.”

“You’re the best!” Jaehyun smiles.

So on Friday, after leaving the office you arrive home with a baby carrier, a diaper bag and Aera inside the baby carrier.

Doyoung and Taeyong are already home and it is Taeyong who notices your little companion. "I hope you didn't kidnap her."

You laugh. “You caught me.”

Doyoung approaches Aera and smiles at her. “Hi beautiful, what are you doing with this little witch?”

“I’m right here, you ass,” you raise an eyebrow at him.

“Language, my love.” Doyoung glances at you.

“Stop perturbing this little princess,” Taeyong takes Aera out of the baby carrier. “Hi cutie.”

You place the baby carrier on the floor and the diaper bag on the couch. “Can you guys watch her while I make her a bottle?”

“Yes, of course,” Taeyong says, not paying attention to you.

“Come on, Taeyong. Let me hold her,” Doyoung complains.

“Give me a minute, we’re playing,” Taeyong replies.

You smile as you prepare her bottle.

For the first time in many time, you feel happy and excited for what’s to come.

#doyoung smut #doyoung x reader #doyoung imagine #doyoung nct #taeyong nct #taeyong smut #taeyong x reader #taeyong imagine #Johnny smut #jaehyun smut #dotae smut #dotae x reader

[woodelf68]

Teething Time

Based on a post by @lokijiro

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"Mama, Loki is chewing on my blocks!" complained Thor, trying to wrest the wooden block out of Loki's mouth.

"He's cutting a new tooth, Thor, and chewing on something helps. Surely you can spare one?" Frigga was sitting near the nursery window, working on a blanket for Loki, all soft greens, the darker shades that she’d started with blending into lighter ones the further up she went. 

Thor looked from his half-built castle to the pile of blocks on the nursery floor still waiting to be used. "I guess. But sometimes Loki puts things into his mouth that he shouldn't, so I didn't know if it was okay," he said virtuously.

"The block is fine. But you're right; he shouldn't have anything sharp or rough, or small enough to swallow and choke on. I wouldn't want him to have a stick from the garden, for instance. He could scratch himself or poke it in his eye or choke on a bit of bark or twig if it broke off. Or it could be dirty or moldy or have a caterpillar crawling on it. We wouldn't want Loki to swallow any poor caterpillars, would we? So I'm glad you asked; thank you for looking out for your brother."

Thor knew that really, he just hadn't wanted Loki chewing on his toys, but he beamed and pushed his shoulders back proudly. "All right, you can have the block," he told Loki. There were more than enough. "After all, brothers share, right Mama?"

Frigga beamed back at him. "Yes, they do. It might seem a little one-sided at first -- Loki doesn't have much yet that he can share with you -- but I promise it will even out as you get older."

The sound of footsteps made them both look up.

"Papa!" Thor jumped to his feet. "Come see what I'm building!"

Odin smiled and laid Gungnir down on the sofa, feeling the concerns of a king melt from his shoulders as the nursery door closed behind him. He had had a productive day, and felt he had more than earned some time alone with his family before dinner. He surveyed the towering piles of blocks, the tallest as high as Thor's head.

"Very impressive.” He looked down at his smallest son, sitting on the nearby rug and assiduously gumming on a wooden block.  Ever since Loki had started crawling, he was rarely far from Thor’s side. “Is Loki helping you?"

"No, he's just watching. And chewing on the construction materials." Thor said the phrase carefully, having heard it used in a conversation between his father and one of his advisors the other day.  He was pleased to have an opportunity to use it himself already; it sounded much more grown-up than "blocks".

"I see that. How's the tooth coming, young man?" Odin leaned down and picked Loki up, nudging the block Loki held clutched in his fist away from his mouth. "May I see?" He ran a finger over the sharp white nub breaking through Loki's gums and winced when Loki clamped down on his finger for his trouble. "Sore, is it?" he asked sympathetically. "Do you think you could -- ah, that's better." Odin extracted his finger as Loki relaxed his bite with an unhappy little sound, tucking his head under Odin's chin. "Another day or two and the worst should be over," he promised, kissing the top of Loki's head. At least until the next one, he thought, but chose not to burden his son with the knowledge that he was going to have to go through this seventeen more times after this tooth was through.

"You can pass me blocks if you want," Thor said, and Odin put Loki back down on the rug.

“Let me go greet your mother first, and then I am at your service.” Frigga turned up her face towards him with a smile as he approached, and he gave her a quick kiss. “Have you had a good day, my love?”

“I have, and I needn’t even ask; I can tell you’ve had a good day too.” 

“I have; for once the meeting with the Council didn’t run overlong and we dealt with all the points on the agenda. If you have no objection, I thought I could spend the next few hours with you and the boys.” 

“This is nothing we would enjoy more,” Frigga assured him, and watched fondly as he returned to Thor and began to pass blocks as directed, listening to their eldest chatter about his day. After a few minutes she took advantage of his presence to concentrate on her weaving for several rows, before glancing back up and noticing that Loki was no longer sitting where she had last seen him, gnawing on his wood block. She quickly looked around, her heart skipping a beat when she found him.

"Odin," she said, keeping her voice calm. "Please take Gungnir away from Loki."

Odin spun around, then relaxed when he saw that Loki had been able to reach the butt end of Gungnir where it hung off the edge of the sofa, and was now chewing on it with apparent contentment. "Bor’s beard," he swore with relief, all too able to picture a bleeding, screaming Loki if Loki had grabbed at the other end of the spear. "Sorry. Not used to him being able to crawl yet. It won't happen again." He went over to Loki and tried to pull the spear away, but Loki tightened his chubby fingers around it in a surprisingly strong grip.  “Come now, aren’t you a bit young to challenge me for my own weapon? After you snuck away and tried to steal it behind my back?” Odin gently pried Loki’s fingers away from the shaft and pulled it free from him. “My fault, though, for leaving it where you could reach it.” He was about to place it somewhere safely out of reach when he saw Loki’s lower lip jut out and his expression change to one that meant that a vocal outburst was imminent. He quickly let Gungnir fall back to the sofa and scooped up Loki instead. “Oh no,” he said hastily, jiggling Loki in an attempt to distract him. “No no no, shh, no crying. Warriors don’t cry. Frigga? Do you -- “

Frigga was already rising, with Loki’s coral teething ring in her hand. “He’s not a warrior, Odin, he’s a baby, and he’s in pain. Here, sweetheart, do you want this?” She held out the ring to Loki. 

“Yes, I know,” said Odin testily. “But do you want him to cry? It’s not going to make him feel any better; it’s just going to make his face feel hot and congested on top of the discomfort that he already is in.” He gentled his voice, addressing Loki as he smoothed down the wavy black hair sticking up on Loki’s crown. “I’m sorry you can’t have my spear to chew on. But you can have your ring, eh? Or a licorice root? Or a cold wet cloth? What do you say, hm?”

Loki looked at the ring that Frigga was waving in front of him temptingly, but then simply held out both arms to her in a silent request. 

“Oh, that’s it, come to Mama. I’ve got you.” Frigga took Loki from Odin, and rubbed his back gently “That’s my good boy, my sweet baby boy. Your papa is probably right that crying wouldn’t make you feel any better today,” she admitted. “But you can if you need to, even when you’ve become a man full-grown. There’s no shame in tears if a hurt grows too much to bear.” She kept her voice soft, conversational, and her eyes on Loki, but the latter words were for Thor, nearby and listening. “Isn’t that right, Odin?” She looked at her husband pointedly, her expression daring him to disagree with her, and cut her eyes to Thor and back, meaningfully.

“Ah, of course. What I meant to say was that warriors don’t cry in battle, because they’re too busy fighting,” Odin ad-libbed, hoping that this would be enough to satisfy Frigga. “And getting distracted and blurry-eyed is just asking to get your throat slit,” he added matter-of-factly, and Frigga rolled her eyes. “But if they had a good reason to, they could cry afterwards. However, not getting to use a dangerous weapon as a chew toy is not a good enough reason,” he chided, tapping Loki on the nose. Loki let go of Frigga’s gown with one hand and grabbed at his finger. It was a good, strong grip, Odin thought approvingly.

“Loki’s going to be a warrior, like me,” Thor informed them, leaving his blocks and walking over to join them. “Of course he wants a weapon.”  

“He may have one when he’s old enough to wield it properly,” Odin said firmly. 

“It’s odd, though,” Frigga said, finally getting Loki to take the teething ring by wriggling it enticingly in front of him. “He doesn’t usually like the feel of metal in his mouth. Was he really trying to hold onto it?” Although Loki had taken the ring, he didn’t seem that interested in it, and twisted around to look back at the sofa even as Frigga spoke, his preference obvious.

“He was,” confirmed Odin. He pulled out a handkerchief and picked up Gungnir, feeling the familiar thrum of magic running through the spear. Was that it? he wondered thoughtfully. Could Loki feel it too? He wiped the drool off the end of the spear and held it out towards Loki. Loki’s eyes lit up and he immediately grabbed the shaft. 

“Odin?” Frigga queried, unsure of what he was doing. 

“I think he can feel Gungnir’s magic,” Odin explained. “If he can, I’m not sure if it just feels interesting to him or if it could actually feel soothing on his gums.” He squashed the sudden urge to put the damn thing into his own mouth, out of curiousity. “But let me try something.” He stepped back and pulled the spear out of Loki’s grip again, grounding it. “Give me his teething ring for a moment.” 

Frigga pressed her lips together. She had just gotten Loki to take the ring. If he started crying... But he was only holding onto it halfheartedly, and let her take it back without protest. “Here.” She held it out. “What -- “

Odin leveled Gungnir and sent a stream of warm golden magic into the teething ring, briefly illuminating it before the glow faded. “Now let’s see how he likes it.” 

Loki’s enthusiasm was obvious the moment Frigga offered him the ring again. He seized it with a happy noise and began gnawing on it at once. Extending her senses out, she could feel the hum of magic now inhabiting the ring. Not enough to be used for anything, but enough to make the formerly dead object now feel warm and alive. “Well,” she said, unable to think of anything more coherent to say but pleased that Loki looked happier again. 

“What did you do?” asked Thor, puzzled. 

“I fed a little of Gungnir’s magic into the teething ring,” explained Odin. 

“Could you do that to something of mine?” asked Thor, with interest. Maybe the magic could bring one of his toy soldiers to life? 

“Tell me, can you feel anything when you place your hand upon Gungnir?” Odin asked, holding it out so Thor could wrap his fingers around the shaft below his own. 

Thor hesitated, tempted to lie, but if asked, he did not know what it was that he was supposed to feel. He shook his head. “No. Nothing special.” 

“Then there would be no point in enchanting any of your possessions. I would not expect you to be able to feel anything,” he hastened to assure Thor when he saw Thor’s face fall in disappointment. “You are yet young, and no seidr user; you did not fail any test. But Loki obviously did, and for someone of his age to be so sensitive to the feel of magic -- “

Perhaps it shouldn’t have been a surprise, with his inborn ability to shapeshift. But that was a gift of his birth race, while the magic flowing through Gungnir was the power of Asgard itself. Truly Loki was a child of two worlds, except again he felt that Loki had very specifically chosen him, had chosen Asgard. Were the Norns trying to tell him something? Was Frigga right in claiming that Loki had been meant for them, not just for raising but for always? Would Asgard be served best by a king who had a loyal brother standing by his side? He glanced down at Thor, looking up at him expectantly, and impulsively set Gungnir safely down on top of the wardrobe out of the reach of curious children’s hands before lifting Thor up into his arms, enjoying the feel of the boy’s solid, sturdy weight and Thor automatically winding his arms around him, glad that the war had ended, glad that he was missing no more of his son’s childhood. 

“Papa?” Thor prompted, wanting to know what his father was going to say about Loki.  He looked across at his brother from his new vantage point and made the silliest faces he could, feeling triumphant when a tiny giggle escaped Loki. 

Odin looked down at Thor, and then he looked at his wife, crooning endearments to Loki while cradling him in her arms and swaying gently, her eyes full of love and adoration. And then he looked at Loki, with a small baby smile on his face thanks to his brother’s antics and content now with his head resting against his mother’s chest with a full confidence that it belonged there, while he gummed a princely teething ring infused with Asgard’s magic, with the king’s magic, and he shook his head in wonderment. What had never been more than vague plans for a far-off future seemed to vapourise into thin air. Deliberately setting his boys on different paths that would lead them away from each other no longer seemed like the right thing to do. Asgard was Loki’s home now, for as long as he wished it. 

“Well,” he said, finally finishing his thought, “I think we are going to have a sorcerer in the family.” 

#ficwoodelf #loki #odin #frigga #thor #lokijiro #marvel fic #teething time

[storiesbymads]

HOLY TOUCH ( rafe cameron . ) scout’s writing challenge

gif not mine, let me know if it’s yours!

It’s been years since Rafe has felt anything. That’s why he needs Y/N. for @ptersparkers​ writing challenge

warnings: smut, angst but it’s got a semi-fluffy ending 

wc: 1.2k

Rafe didn’t know when he started feeling so empty all the time. He was sure that it’d started way before you and he had gotten together. Hadn’t it? He could barely remember ever being without you, let alone how he felt when it all started. 

“Rafe, baby? Are you okay?” you asked, pulling the stark white sheets up to your chest as you moved towards him at the foot of the bed. You winced slightly as you did so; you already knew that you’d be wicked sore in the morning. 

Rafe had his face tucked into the palms of his hands as he vigorously rubbed at his eye sockets. He’d already slipped his boxers back on, too. Something was wrong.

“There was a time when I used to care,” he sighed. “I had a heart, man. Something was there.”

“What are you talking about?” you asked, resting your chin on his shoulder and tucking your arms up under his armpits. You attempted to pull one of his arms away from his face. He shook you off, instead choosing to get off the bed completely. 

“There was a line that I used to walk. I used to cross it just to get them to talk. Any kind of attention from Dad was better than nothing, you know? But, fuck, I’d regret it if I did it or not. I hate both sides.” He was fully pacing across his bedroom, now. 

“Rafe, what the fuck is going on?” you asked, rushing over to him. Placing both of your hands on his cheeks, you noticed just how bloodshot they’d gotten in the short span of time since he’d been inside of you. You ran your thumb across his cheekbone before pulling him in for a kiss. It took him a moment to respond before he deepened the kiss, tilting his head and sliding his tongue into your mouth. 

“Now,” you said as you broke the kiss. “Can you tell me what’s up?”

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” he whimpered, his bottom lip starting to quiver. He refused to make eye contact with you, keeping his sight focused on his hand’s placement at your hip. This was the first time he’d ever been this open with his emotions in front of you despite the fact that you’d been together for a couple of years now. 

“Nothing’s wrong with you, baby,” you assured him as you swiped your thumb across his cheek to wipe away one of the tears that fell. He caught your eyes as a look of disbelief flashed through his irises. “You’re just going through some shit right now. It’ll pass.”

“But what if it doesn’t?” he asked. You trailed your hand down from his face to his chest, right above his heart. It was beating rapidly under your touch. His breathing staggered slightly as you moved your hand once more to intertwine your fingers with his. 

“It will,” you said. “But I’ll be here with you no matter what.”

“Angel…” he trailed off as you led him back to his bed. “You shouldn’t have to put up with all my shit.”

“But I want to, Rafe. I want to do everything for you. I want to be everything to you,” you said. A few tears slipped down his cheeks. You took the time to wipe them away before speaking up again. “You’re the love of my life.”

“Fuck, I love you so much,” he mumbled before connecting your lips once more. This kiss was different from the ones you’d shared earlier that evening. It was slow, tender. You could feel Rafe putting whatever he felt he couldn’t say into it. It was different from a lot of the kisses you shared with him. 

He pressed his fingertips into your hip bone as he leaned you back against the multitude of pillows on his bed. The kiss tasted saltier than usual due to the few tears that were continuing to slip down his cheeks every once in a while, a hint of spearmint from the gum he always carries in his back pocket and the rum from earlier on his breath as well. 

“Heal me with your holy touch, angel,” he whispered against your mouth. His tongue teased your bottom lip as his hand wrapped itself around your throat delicately. There wasn’t enough pressure applied for it to be really called choking. 

“Ok,” you whispered. He lazily placed the pad of his thumb against your naval, tracing his initials there before moving down and doing the same thing just above your core. You let out a soft moan as his teeth grazed your pulse point. The tears had finally stopped but you could see where the remnants had dried in streaks down his cheeks. His usually messy hair was sticking up in odd spots from where he’d haphazardly run his fingers through it--it also probably had something to do with the fact that you’d fucked less than twenty minutes ago but that's besides the point. 

Rafe jumped up abruptly to slip off his boxers again before kneeling in front of you, cock in hand. 

“Are you ready?” he asked. He didn’t really want to go through the whole foreplay act again but he didn’t want to hurt you either. You nodded, sitting up so that you could pull him into a kiss. Without breaking it, he slid into you with a groan. 

“I love you,” you mumbled against his lips. He had still yet to fully push into you. 

“I love you so much, angel,” he said as he bottomed out. 

The next few thrusts kept with the excruciatingly slow pace before he sped up ever so slightly. His usual quick, sloppy thrusts had been replaced with hard, even thrusts that forced the tip of his dick to graze your g-spot each time. His mouth was permanently glued to the skin just above your collarbone as he continued his tirade. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he moaned as his hips stuttered slightly. You clenched around him. 

“Cum inside me,” you said. His movements stopped completely. “Please.”

“Are you sure, angel?” he asked. 

“I’m sure,” you said with a curt nod. He continued his thrusts, building his orgasm back up. You could tell he was getting closer from the way his breathing picked up. He always gasped right as he came. 

“I love you,” he grunted as you felt the thick ropes of his cum coat your walls, triggering your own orgasm. After a couple more thrusts he pulled out of you, watching as a mix of both of your fluids dripped out of you onto the sheets. 

“I’ll be right back,” he said, placing a kiss on your forehead as he pulled his boxers on so that he could leave the room without being incredibly embarrassed if he got stopped in the hallway. 

He came back a few minutes later with a damp washcloth, running it along your folds and wiping up the small amount that had collected on the white linen beneath you. You thanked him as he tossed the cloth into the hamper in his closet. 

“I was serious when I said I was going to be here with you through everything. You know that right?” you asked him as he slipped the duvet over the both of you. 

“Yeah,” he said, pulling you into his side and tucking you right under his chin. “Yeah, I do, angel.”

this is the fifth installment of my song series. you can find the rest or any of my other works on my masterlist!

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[echo-of-sounds]

birthday quickie

-Present Mic x f!reader-

Headcanons and a smut drabble for Hizashi’s birthday!

He would absolutely love a birthday party. It doesn’t matter where, as long as his friends are there. A birthday dinner would be best at a bar. Preferably one with his favorite food and live music. If you wanted to plan an actual party, it would be best at home. He gets so loud and excited, you’d get kicked out of any bar. And don’t bother with a surprise party. No matter how hard you try to keep it a secret, he will find out. He can squeeze information from his friends too easily.

Even though he would love a small trip with just the two of you, it’s difficult to take off for a weekend because of his jobs. Plan a trip for the end of summer, right before school starts up again. It sucks since it’s not on his birthday and you’ll have to wait but it’s worth it when you’re finally on a beach somewhere. It’s a nice relaxing time before he heads back to his stressful jobs.

He’s pretty easy to shop for. He’s constantly in need of hair products. You don’t have to buy the most expensive, best-selling products out there. Any and all is his good in his eyes.

Another option is to find an obscure musical instrument. Nab a dulcimer, lur, or didgeridoo and he’ll be ‘serenading’ you into the night. He may not know exactly how to play them but he will definitely figure it out. The neighbors will come complaining about the godawful sounds while he’s learning.

You could also buy a ton of cough drops and gum for future use. He uses them all the time to protect his throat. It’s not a serious gift but he would still be thankful.

Your phone lit up with a chime. You let go of Hizashi’s hand to read it. “Kayama and Aizawa are on their way to the bar.”

“Tell them we’ll be a little late.”

“Why? We’re almost there.”

The car slowed, coming to a stop on an empty dark side street. You didn’t recognize where you were. The headlights flicked off and the music changed to R&B. You looked at Hizashi to question him but you couldn’t actually ask anything because he immediately kissed you.

He held your neck and bit your lip, raising the intensity quickly. You had to push his chest away to ask, “You seriously can’t wait till later?”

“No.” He took off his glasses and snatched the phone from you, dropping them on the dashboard. He pulled you in for more kissing.

Hearing the click of his seatbelt, you did the same, speaking against his lips, “Let’s get in the back then.”

You stumbled between the seats with a single street lamp for light. He followed, struggling more than you. Your quiet laugh was covered by his own grin. Teeth clinked against yours. You ignored the jolt and took off his jacket.

As he reclined, you leaned towards him. Your kisses drifted down to his jaw. Hands skimmed up your dress to the zipper.

“I don’t need to take it off. I can just pull the bottom up.”

“I want it off.”

You sat up. Lipstick colored his skin.

“It’s my birthday,” he smiled.

You shook your head, unable to hide your own smile. “Fine. Just know that if I come out of this looking terrible, it’s your fault.”

“You could never look terrible.”

You turned for him to unzip the dress. He helped you slip out of it without ripping or tearing anything in the small space. 

Once free, you settled on his lap, meeting his tongue. You felt him growing as you slowly swayed your hips. Thankfully, his hair wasn’t styled so you didn’t have to worry about ruining it while you raked your fingers through the loose strands.

The make out was interrupted when he undid your bra. You took it off then reached for his belt and pants, undoing them just as easily. The top of his boxer briefs bulged. Pulling him out, you sat back, watching him swell from your touch. 

He squeezed your breasts. “God, you’re so fucking sexy.” He bit a nipple, hard. The gasp you tried to suppress still came out loud. His tongue soothed over it before he focused on the other one, doing the same. The sensitive skin fluttered under his soft moans.

You stopped pumping, ready to have him. With his mouth attached to your breast, you moved your underwear to the side and lowered. His sounds increased the further you fell. 

Fully seated, you kissed his temple. “Happy birthday, honey.”

He straightened, looking for your mouth. He hummed a ‘thank you’ and kissed you.

Grabbing the back of the seat, you used the leverage to grind. You spread your thighs, flattening as close to him as you could. He fit so perfectly inside. Friction found on your clit with his moving hips.

Your head dropped. Lips attached to your neck. The fluttering from before turned into strong vibrations. You swore, grinding faster, wanting more stimulation.

“Fuck! Baby-”

You covered his mouth, stopping his rising voice. “People might hear.”

The mumble was barely audible, “I don’t care.”

“I do. I don’t want to get caught.” Removing your hand revealed another pout. “I love you, Hizashi, but we could get in trouble. You can be as loud as you want later. I promise.” You kissed the sulk away.

“Fine. But I’m gonna fuck you so hard later you’ll hurt.” He silenced your reply by biting your lip and leaning forward.

You reclined backward with steadying hands on his knees. Arms held you tight to him. The angle pressed him towards your front wall. You rolled your hips with his. He alternated between your nipples. The constant sucking made them tender.

You whined his name. Fingers bore into your back, urging you to snap back and forth faster. Feeling secure and stable in his arms, you let go of his knee to touch your clit. You clamped around him. His groans deepened and you moved harder.

As he leaned over more, he pushed deeper. Your other hand flung around his shoulders. You jerked in his hold and stroked yourself harshly. It sent you over. You bit your sore lip through the orgasm. Muscles tightened, cramped, then weakened.

He brought your slumped body back into a sitting position. His hold released, letting you slip off to the side to suck him. He grabbed your neck while lazily thrusting. Swollen and salty, he came quickly. 

He drummed on your back. “You good?”

Swallowing, you sat up. “Yeah. Please tell me you have some gum in here.”

“I do somewhere,” he laughed.

You redressed carefully. He had to help with your dress and you wiped the lipstick from him. While he found a parking spot, you fixed yourself to look presentable. It wasn’t as put together as when you left home but it was fine. And he assured you still looked beautiful.

At the bar’s doors, you noticed the last smidge of lipstick on his jaw. “Hold on.” You wet your thumb to wash it off, also running your fingers through his tousled hair. “There. Handsome and ready to go.” He kissed you.

The door opened. “Save it for the bedroom. We’ve been waiting,” Aizawa gruffed, glaring at you two.

“Traffic,” you both said.

“Sure.” He walked away.

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