i’ll beg u to write more for ryan

oh, anon..i am feeling these vibes rn.

any place, any time. | (ryan x reader)

contains: afab!reader, boyfriend!ryan, public intimacy, brief mention of seasonal depression, oral!f recieving

ryan is fully obsessed with you being his girlfriend. he takes the role of being your boyfriend very seriously,

winter has brought on your seasonal depression, a problem which he immediately tries to find a solution to. dates, movie nights, or just taking little scenic walks around the plymouth christmas fair. but, as he explains his logic, orgasms release a ton of dopamine, and he has just the fix for that!

he tucks you into a small alleyway, pulling you away from the bustling crowd and christmas shops. everyone who's at the christmas fair is too distracted to even glance away from their festivities, let alone pay attention to what you and ryan are doing in the dark.

that, and ryan is too cocky for his own good. so when he insists on making you feel good, no matter the time or place, who are you to deny him; or yourself? your head is lulled back against the brick wall behind you, and you silently ask for forgiveness from whoever owns the small business. ryan's hands are busy under your shirt, sliding his warm palms up your chest, kneading the flesh of your tits.

"if you can be quiet, no one's gonna notice, honey. yeah?" he asks, and you nod, agreeing. he lowers himself to his knees, tugging your tights down to your knees from under your sweater. the cold air hits your bare pussy, and you whine at the displeasure; only to be met with ryan's soothing mouth. it's warm and soft, and it makes your knees buckle, and he catches you with his arms. he guides your legs to rest on his shoulders, your back pressed against the wall as you nearly sit on his face.

"'ve got you," he slurs against your pussy, massaging your clit with his tongue. you gasp and whine in place of moans, trying your hardest to not make any noise. your hands rake through his hair, coming to a halt and tightening as he begins to lap at your pussy. the warmth of his mouth contrasting with the freezing air outside makes you see stars, your cheeks rosied with warmth granted by your approaching orgasm. "ryan," you warn, and he can sense that tone from a mile away.

"know you're gonna come," he coos softly, never letting up on his eased composure. you're thankful that he doesn't say anything else, desperate to come for him. the fact that he doesn't seem to mind the hundreds of people passing by the alleyway, just you, makes you nearly come on it's own. you gasp sharply, feeling your orgasm knock the wind out of you, throat rasped and scratchy from inhaling the frigid air so harshly. his tongue works faster, sucking and lapping at your pussy to help you ride your high.

"ryan," you breathe, trying to catch your breath. you feel like you can't think straight, and he takes the opportunity to slide your tights back up, pressing a final kiss to your clit before rising to his feet. you roll your eyes playfully at his smug grin, finally succumbing to his antics.

"okay, yes, fine. it helped." you confess, suddenly feeling giddy post-orgasm. he nods, laughing softly with raised eyebrows. "oh, really? it did? hmm, can't imagine why-" he teases, and you shove him playfully. he wraps his arm around your frame, tugging you into his side as you depart from the alleyway, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "like i always say, baby-any place, any time."

Hello! Can I request a thanksgiving oneshot with Ryan? The reader is his john Duttons daughter and she tells John she’s bringing someone to dinner and it’s Ryan. 😊🦃

Had time to write a request yay!!

Who's Bringing The Turkey??

"Y/n, I thought you said you were bringing the Turkey for Thanksgiving. What are you doing here?" My father asked taking his seat at the head of the dinner table. My younger brother Kayce and Tate sitting on one side with my sister and Jamie sitting on the other side. Shrugging my jacket off I reassured him that I didn't forget it. "Calm down I have to go get it out of the car. Oh and I am bringing a friend to join us for dinner. If that's okay." Exiting the front door I heard my father's foosteps following after me as I stepped off the front porch. Opening the backseat of my truck he helps me lift the turkey tray as the sound of a horse rushing forward came closer to us. "Shit sir. I'm sorry. I intended to help her and got hung up with Jimmy."

My father raised a brow seeing one of his ranch hands coming to stand beside me helping us carry the turkey tray into the kitchen so Gator could prepare it for later. "Ryan, what exactly are you talking about?" Standing beside my boyfriend he removed his cowboy hat playing with it in his hands clearing his throat my direction letting me reply. "Remember when I said I was bringing a friend to Thanksgiving dinner...well suprise it's Ryan. I hope that's not weird for you..the whole boss and ranch hand thing." My father walked up closer to Ryan who gulped in nervousness never being alone with my father like this. "Do you make her happy and take care of her son?"

"Yes sir, I try my best too.." He replied twisting the fabric of his hat until I placed a hand on his shoulder feeling him sigh underneath my touch. I sighed seeing a smile grace my father's face that was rare to see since mom died years ago. "Well then you can join us for dinner. Word of advice it looks formal but it's just dinner. You'll do fine." He exited the room before I snatched my boyfriend's hat from his hands placing it ontop of his head grinning ear to ear. "He didn't threaten to send you to the train station, baby. I told you you'd have nothing to worry about." He shakes his head leaning down giving me a kiss before I wrapped my arms around his neck kissing back. "Gross please don't do that while we eat turkey." Breaking apart I saw my nephew Tate standing in the doorway gagging with a childish grin.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

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Hey y'all Goose enthusiasts, I'm going to pin this here so people can access my writing easier. I only have a few so far, I'll update as I add more over time. Thanks for reading and all the likes/reblogs/comments! Fics with a * contain smut. The Mirror*(Luke Glanton x reader) Tickles*(Lars Lindstrom x reader) A Friend on Thanksgiving(Jacob Palmer x reader) Heart-Shaped Box - sequel to a friend on Thanksgiving(Jacob Palmer x reader) I'm also answering asks about Ryan Gosling characters, whether it be headcanons or otherwise. If you have a request for a fic, please be patient if I decide to write for it. I am living with a chronic illness and will not always have energy. Know that if I decline your request it's never meant out of disrespect or judgement! Just a heads up- Most requests will be met with a small blurb or oneshot, typically under 1k words because it takes lots of time and energy for me to write. Please label if you want it to be nsfw with smut. ****THINGS I WILL NOT WRITE**** -RPF of Ryan or his family(note: fic where Ryan is effectively a character in and of itself is fine, but even then it's iffy and the request will most likely be declined.) Thanks! <333

Happy Thanksgiving 🦃

Part Two of The Holly-Day Series

Part One: Happy Halloween

Pairing: Happy x OC Holly

Word Count: 3,115

Authors Note: Im sorry this is late! Life got in the way. But heres part two of the Holly-day series. Part three will be up for Christmas 💕

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Holly leant back in her chair in the office, her feet resting in the eye of the desk as she doodled in the notepad in her hands. She wasn’t the best singer in the world, but she could carry a tune and was working hard to perform both parts of ‘Baby, It’s Cold Outside’. Jax and Chibs were working in the garage, although they were spending more time talking about club business than doing any work. Holly’s voice grew louder as she sang the song and once she reached the chorus she was really belting it out. They could even hear her pens hitting the desk as back up music and Jax rolled his eyes. Chibs chuckle and they both walked into the office. Holly glanced up but continued singing. “I really can’t staaaayy..” She flung her ‘microphone’ pen out and held it to Jax who simply shook his head. Holly threw her hands up and shifted in her seat to sit up straight. “How rude, Jackson, just barging in here. Can’t you see I’m busy?” She pointed to a pile of paperwork on the desk that she had been ignoring all morning. Chibs laughed at that and leant against the wall. “Ye know it’s only November, Holly.” “What’s your point, Filip?” “The point is, stop singing fucking Christmas carols.” Holly gasped and held a hand to her best in faux hurt. “How dare you!” Jax smirked and shook his head and Holly cracked a smile too. “Well now that you boys are here you can tell me, What time are we meeting at the maze tomorrow?” Jax blanked and looked to Chibs, whose expression mirrored his own. Holly rolled her eyes. “Gems been talking about it all week! The corn maze?!” “Ohhh youre wanting to know if your boyfriends gonna be back in time huh?” Jax teased. Holly glared at him when Chibs jumped in. “A romantic walk, getting lost in tha corn.” “Seriously, boys. Grow up.” The boys were about to respond when the roar of motorcycles filled the lot and they all peered outside. Four bikes rolled in and Holly recognised them as Happy, Juice, Kozik and Bobby. For almost a fortnight the four had been away, helping out in Tacoma charter, though Holly wasn’t sure of the reasons behind it. All Holly knew was that the absence had most definitely been noticed. Especially of one in particular. Happy had been the forefront of her thoughts even more than usual ever since the Halloween Party she had thrown where she could have sworn they had shared a moment before Tig had interrupted. She watched longingly as he backed his bike up and imagined herself  running down from the office to greet him. How hed look up and grin while shed run in slow motion. How he’d run towards her and meet her halfway. How he’s lift his helmet off and toss it aside and she would leap into his arms, ‘The Notebook’ style, his strong arms wrapping around her. He’d say something like “oh how I’ve missed you, my one true love!” And pull her into a smouldering, earth-moving kiss while music played and the guys clapped and cheered and in the background, fireworks!... “Holly!” “Huh?!” She snapped out of her imagination to find Jax and Chibs smirking at her dreamy  flushed expression. “Jesus darlin, you might need a napkin for all that drool.” “Shut up!” Holly snapped and stood up. She grabbed a wad of paperwork and shooed them out of the office before slamming the door behind him. The commotion drew the attention of the new arrivals and Holly twisted the blinds shut before slumping back to the desk.

♔

Holly stepped out of the taxi, thanking the driver and walked swiftly to the front door. Knock-knock. Holly adjusted her grip on the dish in her hands and waited rather impatiently. After twenty seconds of no response she knocked again and this time she saw a light flick on through the window. Eventually the door cracked open and she saw Clay peering at her through the gap “Holly?!” “G’morning!” She pushed the door open with her hip and walked into the house. Clay looked baffled as he watched her place the dish and the bags on the counter. “You know what time it is?” Clay asked stifling a yawn. Holly turned to him and noticed his boxer shorts and black singlet, and from his tired expression she could tell he had just woken up. “Where’s Gemma?” “In bed, like a normal person at,” He glanced at the clock. “Twenty past five, Jesus.” “Oh no.” She walked away from him, leaving him staring after you with a mixture of annoyance and confusion on his face. She walked down the hallway and entered the main bedroom, rolling her eyes at the form of Gemma’s body under the comforter. She strode over to the window and ripped the curtains open for dramatic affect, although it was still dark out. “Rise and shine, Gem!” She sang. Gemma groaned and sat up. “Is this a nightmare or are you really in my room?” She asked as she reached for her glasses. “I thought you would have known better than to sleep in.” Holly tutted. She grabbed the robe hanging off the door and tossed it to Gemma. “Get showered, we have a schedule.” And with that she turned and walked back to the kitchen. After twenty minutes Gemma walked in to see Holly hauling the turkey out of the refrigerator. “Need a hand?” Gemma mused as she reached for her cigarettes. Holly glared at her. “Look who finally showed up!” Gemma smirked. “Oh sweetheart it’s far too early for your attitude.” Holly rolled her eyes and opened the dish of stuffing. She had stayed up late last night preparing it. It was an old family recipe passed down from her grandmother and she had wanted to make it perfect. She knew Donna used to make it for Opie and she knew it would mean a lot to him.

The next few hours went relatively smoothly. Gemma had finally gotten stuck in although Holly was still stressing about being behind schedule. Jax and Tara had arrived with the kids although Tara was no help. That was mostly Gemma’s fault, as she didn’t trust her to touch any of the food prep so Tara was stuck cleaning up after them. Holly glanced at the clock and called for Clay, who groaned immediately upon hearing his name. “Can you get the table ready?” Holly asked as she rolled out the pastry for her pumpkin pie. Clay frowned. “Why? We’re not eating for ages.” “God do none  of you care about things being perfect?! Just get the extra chair out at least. We need five for the kids table and twelve for the adults.” Gemma shook her head. “We need thirteen.” Holly frowned. She never counted wrong, not when it came to place settings. “Did you change the guest list?” She nodded casually. “Happy and his mom are coming.” “WHAT?!” Everyone stared at Holly, surprised by her outburst and she blushed deeply. “I mean it’s fine it’s just I didn’t plan for extra people and there might not be enough pie for everyone, and ahh..” Gem smirked and winked. “I’m sure you could share your pie with him, sweetheart.” Holly’s cheeks went an even darker shade of red and she tore her apron from her waist. “I need to.. pee.” And with that she ran to the bathroom, leaving the rest of her strange family in laughter.

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The house was filling up with guests, and Holly was in an even bigger frenzy now as she waited for Happy and his mother to arrive. She had never actually met Mrs Lowman, but in her imaginary life, where her and Happy were madly in love,  they got on well. The nerves were setting in well and truly and she wanted everything to run smoothly, even more so now. The only guests to arrive were Happy, his mother, and Tig. All the food was ready to be served but Holly was still pottering around the kitchen, double checking the dishes were presented to a high standard. “Here.” She looked up, to see Juice holding out a glass of wine and he laughed at her startled expression. “Relax, Hol. Everything looks great.” He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and she smiled at her friend as he embraced her. Just then there was a knock on the door and Holly quickly finished the wine and made herself look busy. Juice rolled his eyes and beamed at the newcomers. Happy held out the door for his mother and Gemma hurried over to greet them. Juice and Holly smiled as they watched them hug and Mrs Lowman turned to face them. Her eyes fell on Juice and she looked him up and down. “My my.. You are looking good, my Juicy.” Juice chuckled nervously, avoiding Happys narrowing eyes and rubbed the back of his neck. He shoved Holly forward. “This is Holly.” Holly gulped, her eyes similar to those of a deer caught in the headlights and she adjusted her outfit. “Nice to meet you, Mrs Lowman.” She smiled. Mrs Lowman pulled her into a hug and planted a kiss on her cheek. “Please, call me Maria.” She stepped back and looked at Holly warmly. “I have heard so much about you.” “Oh?” Happy cleared his throat and stepped in, ushering his mother to the side where Chibs was waiting to greet them. Juice nudged Holly with his elbow. “Shut it, Ortiz.” Juice scoffed and raised his arms in defence. “I didn’t say anything.” He grabbed the bottle of wine and poured some more into the glass. “Thanks.” Holly sighed in relief. She reached for the bottle and walked away, chugging the contents and leaving Juice holding the glass he had filled for her with a dumbfounded expression on his face. It was going to be a long night.

♔

Laughter and banter filled the room as everyone filled their plates and took their seats around the table. Clay had finally gotten off his ‘lazy old ass’ (as Holly called it) and carved the turkey and Holly watched with a smile as she waited for all the guests to serve before she grabbed a plate. She scooped a variety of salads and casseroles onto her plate in small quantities and picked out the white meat of the turkey before turning to the table. Everyone was seated, and Holly scanned the table for an empty seat. The only chair left empty was between Opie and Happy, and Holly gripped her plate as she walked closer. She couldn’t help but feel she had been set up and by the cheeky grin Opie flashed her she knew she was right. Mrs ‘Call Me Maria’ Lowman was seated opposite her son and next to Juice, who looked uncomfortably awkward by the seating arrangement. Holly slid into her seat and laid a napkin across her lap. “Holly, Opie has been telling me you cooked all of this?” Holly blushed. “Not all of it, it was a joint effort.” “Well, food is the way to a mans heart.” Maria winked, sending Holly’s cheeks and darker shade of red and she turned to look at her son. “Hasn’t she done great, Happy?” Happy nodded and glanced at Holly. “It looks amazing.” He rasped quietly. Holly smiled and wished the ground could swallow her whole and she shot Juice a pleading ‘save me’ look. Thankfully he caught on and roped Mrs Lowman into a conversation, diverting her attention to ‘my Juicy’ as she called him. As the night went on Holly became more relaxed, mostly  due to the wine she was consuming but she found herself chatting comfortably with Happy. Every now and then his denim clad thigh would brush against hers and every time it sent shivers down her spine. She fought hard to keep her cool, despite the manic thoughts that were running through her mind and she even managed to hold a conversation with Maria. And just like in her imagination, they got on well. Maria watched from across the table as Happy and Holly chatted between themselves. She could tell there was something was growing between the two, if only they could see it for themselves.

After dinner Holly cleared the dishes, with the help of Lyla and Tara. She had just placed a stack of plates on the counter when Juice darted into the kitchen. “What the hell, Hol!” “What?” Holly asked, taken aback. “I’ve been sending you signals all night. Happys mom is in love with me!” Holly laughed and rolled her eyes. “We all know you're handsome Juice, but get over yourself.” “I’m serious! If you hadn’t been eye fucking Happy all night maybe you’d have noticed her stroking my Mohawk!” Juice hissed. Holly laughed, brushing off his comment and began scraping plates. Juice threw his hands in the air in defeat and walked out of the kitchen, muttering something along the lines of “its a curse, being this good looking.”.

♔

The night was drawing to an end and those that were left were lounging on the sofas, chatting amongst themselves. Holly had headed to the kitchen to clear up the rest of the dessert dishes and pack the leftovers into containers for the guys to take home. Juice was helping her, and he groaned as he watched her scoop a generous portion of sweet potato casserole into a Tupperware container. “I don’t ever wanna see that again.” “You didn’t like it?” Holly asked. Juice shook his head. “I liked it too much. There’s no more room in here, I’m so fat.” He poked at his sculpted torso and Holly rolled her eyes. “Take some. I know how useless you are at cooking and you’ll want it tomorrow.” Just as Juice began to protest the two were joined my Happy and his mother, instantly sending a blush creeping up Holly’s neck. “Holly, my sweet girl, thank you for everything.” “Anytime, Mrs Lowman.” Holly smiled warmly. “Maria.” Mrs Lowman corrected before turning to Juice. “And you.” She looked him up and down before glancing between Holly and Happy and cleared her throat. “My Juicy, why don’t you take me home?” Happy frowned. “I can take you Ma.” “Don’t be silly, hijo, you stay and help Holly clean up. Take her home.” Happy glanced between his mother and Holly, whose cheeks were blushing deeply. “Cmon, My Juicy.” Maria wrapped her arm around Juice and pulled him to the door. Holly watched helplessly as Juice threw back one last alarmed look before being dragged outside and then the door was closed; leaving Happy and Holly alone in the kitchen. Silence fell between them and Holly turned back to the leftovers. Happy moved to stand beside her and Holly gulped. “I can finish up, if you wanted to head off.” Happy shook his head. “I want to help.” He reached for a dish, at the same time as Holly did and their hands brushed against each other. The light contact turned her legs to jelly and she bit her lip, quickly busying herself with the rest of the dishes. Once they were done Holly stacked the leftover containers on the counter. “You ready?” Happy asked quietly. Holly met his eye, getting lost in the darkness of his pupils and nodded. They said their goodbyes, earning a round of smirks and winks from the rest of the guys and left the house.

♔

They walked down the steps in silence, although it wasn’t uncomfortable. Holly followed Happy to Juices bike and he passed her his helmet. She smiled and pulled it into her head and he watched her fumble with the buckle before smirking. “Here, let me.” Holly gulped as he stepped closer and tightened the strap beneath her chin and she couldn’t help but study his features. “Ready?” He asked, his raspy voice sending a shiver down her spine. She nodded and after he was seated she grasped his broad shoulders and swung her leg over the bike. The engine roared to life beneath them and she grabbed hold of his waist as the bike rolled out into the street. He rode carefully, taking the corners smoothly and Holly smiled contently. She studied the way his hands gripped the handle bars and his tattooed arms. Before long the bike rolled to a stop in Holly’s driveway and Happy shut the engine off. She swung off the bike and Happy did the same while she unbuckled the helmet. “Thanks for the ride.” Happy nodded and flashed her a rare smile. “Anytime.” In silence they walked to the front steps and Holly fumbled with the keys as she unlocked the door. Once unlocked she swung the door open and cleared her throat. “Thanks.. again. Did you wanna..come in?” “I should get going.” Happy said quietly. Holly nodded, hoping her disappointment wasn’t shown on her face. She moved to step past him but he reached out and grasped her wrist. Holly gulped as she turned to look at him, the gap between them nearly nonexistent. His jaw clenched and she watched as his tongue darted across his lower lip and her breath caught in her throat as he dipped his head. Holly closed her eyes and tilted her head towards him when the shrill ringtone of his cell rang out. He pulled away and whipped his burner out of his pocket. “What?” He rasped into the receiver. A blush crept to Holly’s cheeks and she made an attempt to step back but with Happys hand still wrapped around her wrist it proved difficult. “You should probably head over here.. soon.” She could hear Juice saying on the other line. “Is ma okay?” Happy demanded, his body instantly tensing. “What? Yeah, she’s fine. But she uh.. she keeps calling me her Puerto Rican prince and don’t get me wrong Killer, your moms great, but if you don’t get here soon imma be your new stepdad.” Holly bit her lip and held in her laughter, while Happy gripped the phone tightly. “I’ll be there soon.” He snapped the burner shut and slid it into his pocket. “I should go.” Holly nodded and smiled warmly. She said her goodbyes and watched as Happy turned and walked back to the bike. She watched the bike disappear into the street and stepped inside, closing the door behind her and she leant back against the sturdy wood. With a blush still on her cheeks and her heart full of warmth, Holly smiled to herself. She was thankful. Thankful that she had so much to be thankful for.

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Reader fem gets annoyed and panics in crowded places, but how to say no to doc thirteen, she loves crowded places with noise, various races, species, her eyes shine with that. closed or crowded places i feel like panic hahaha.

Breathe

Thirteenth Doctor x reader Oneshot

My first ever request! (aaa!) thank you for sending this one in, @supermegapauselouca! It was a fun one to write! I hope I did it justice!

Masterlist

A minor warning for crowds and panic attacks!

The doctor peeked her head out of the Tardis, “Yes!” She cheered. “We’re here, fam!” She grinned, straightening her coat before stepping out on to the alien planet. You followed closely behind her, followed by Yaz, Ryan and a rather reluctant Graham. The planet itself was beautiful on first glance, covered in lush green grass as far as the eye could see, along with some.... peculiar-looking pink fluffy trees.

The doctor sneaked her hand into yours with a triumphant smirk before turning to the rest of the gang. “Welcome to Ucarro!” She chatted as she walked briskly towards what seemed to be the city centre. ”It's a lovely little planet-”

Yaz interrupted, ”One that we can’t get into much trouble on?”

The doctor furrowed her brow, letting out a sigh. ”I’ve apologised profusely for the alien dogs, Yaz! We’re here for the annual Tenov festival!”

Ryan and Graham shared confused glances at one another. ”Tenov festival?”

”Yes!” she replied. ”Think... Thanksgiving but on an alien planet.” she beams at you again, crinkling her nose in excitement. ”It’s gonna be so much FUN, Y/N!” You smile back at the blonde, gently squeezing her hand. ”Where to first? Oh! They have roller coasters or food stands or little fun games!” The doctor was practically jumping with excitement now, dragging you along her as she led the fam into the crowded town centre. You were surrounded by aliens of all kinds of different species, some more human-looking than others. There were tentacles, hooves, antlers just flying about everywhere, the crowd of “people” were overwhelmingly loud, making you cringe lightly and crinkle your nose in frustration as you walk.

You hum nervously, tightening your grip on The Doctor‘s hand so you don't get separated from her, she probably wouldn't even notice if you slip out into the crowd, she’s WAY too excited to care about anything else at the moment.

”Oh my days.” Ryan gawked at the huge rollercoaster in the distance before turning to Yaz and Graham. ”You guys up for it? Look at the size of that thing!” Graham shook his head almost profusely, crossing his arms whilst Yaz squealed. ”Yes! We should go before the line gets too long!” the two disappeared from the group, followed by a sullen-looking Graham, who was obviously on the hunt for a food stall nearby.

The Doctor kept dragging you through the colourful crowd, smiling and blubbering about the planet, the species and of course the festival you were attending. She hadn’t even realised the others had broken away from you both, so she kept speeding through the massive crowd, stopping to look at the occasional stall. You were getting... rather overwhelmed by this point, you’d never done well with crowds, nevermind a crowd full of aliens on some planet no one has heard of. You stuck close to the doctor, practically joined to her arm. People were pushing past you, brushing past you in a careless but painfully tyrannical way as you tried to keep up with The Doctor. Your hands started shaking as you cling on to her, but she was blissfully unaware of your now panicked state.

“Ooh! Look Y/N, pancakes! Well, I think they’re pancakes, they look like pancakes don’t they? We should go over there! Oh! Or we can play some games, or go on some rides or-“ She grinned back at you before her face dropped.

“Oh.” She furrowed her brow, looking down at your shaky hands before back up at you, her eyes darted across your trembling lip and watery eyes, making her freeze. “Oh! Are you, are you okay?” You started bawling, crumbling under her gaze as you clung on to her arm as tight as possible. “Crowds.” You managed to choke out between cries. “I can’t do it-“

The doctor nodded quickly and pried her arm from you, sneaking it around your waist. “Okay, okay I’ve got you yeah? Let’s go back to the Tardis for a bit okay?” She leaned her forehead on yours as you trembled under her, tears streaming from your eyes. “Mhm.”

She held you close to her, pushing through the crowd of “people” recklessly, barging everyone out the way as an incredible speed before guiding you into the Tardis. “Sit.” She smiled reassuringly and gently kissed the top of your head, insisting you take a cup of tea for “hydration”. She sat down next to you, wrapping her arms around you and letting you place your head on her shoulder. The doctor hummed gently, wiping the tears from your cheeks with her thumbs. “I’ve got you, you’re alright love. See? It’s only me, you and the lovely tardis here.” You chuckled through tiny whimpers, nuzzling your head against her. ”What about the others?” you reply, fiddling with the hem of her coat. ”Eh... I’ll let them know we’re here in a bit, they’ll want to go on some rides.” she mumbled into your hair a quiet. ”I'm sorry.”

”Oh don’t be silly-”

”No.” She interrupted. ”I should have known, I was being selfish.” she frowned, kissing your head again.

”No it's fine, honestly. You couldn't have known.” you look up at her again, pouting. She grinned down at you now, cupping your face with her slender hands. ”If you're uncomfortable with absolutely anything we do on these little missions, you have to tell me, Y/N.” she strokes your cheeks with her fingers, admiring you.

”I promise.” you poke your tongue out at her.

Fuck Your Family

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2S86gYm

by spiderjuice05

The dreaded moment for anyone in a relationship: meeting the parents. Not only is today the day for meeting the parents, it's also Thanksgiving dinner. Not just the parents- the whole family. How amazing this will turn out!

Words: 1208, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Bandom Oneshots

Fandoms: Bandom

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Ryan Ross, Brendon Urie

Relationships: Ryan Ross/Brendon Urie

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2S86gYm

ryan; who gets a little too out of hand at the local bar. ryan, who begs the guy whose been hitting on you to do it ‘one more time.’

ryan, who beats him bloody, being carried out of the bar by the new deputy, who spits at the ground and cusses under his breath about ryan being a ‘fucking idiot’.

ryan who eats your pussy when you get home; knuckles still bloody as they brush along your thighs, crimson catching on any patch of flesh he bumps against.

ryan who holds you tight to his body as he fucks into you from behind, kissing along your neck and relentlessly whispering against the shell of your ear that he would’ve done it all again.

anything 4 ryan baker ( thanksgiving movie) ? in starvinggggggg

OHHH I HEAR U ANON.

ryan is such a bitchy boyfriend. like.

i’m talkin knocking people out of the way with his broad shoulders as you walk together, whipping his head around to smirk at them. he’s an ivy-league asshole; so of course he’s showering you with the most lavish gifts. designer purses, clutches, jackets…u name it (but you don’t even have to) and it’s yours!!!

he’s overly possessive, draping himself over your shoulders at a party as he leans on you from behind. blurting a “hey, why don’t you fuck off, slick?” with a click of his tongue and wink to the guy across from you. the poor kid is so embarrassed that he just walks away, mouth agape. and he drags you into the bathroom, pounding into you as he bends you over the sink counter, holding you back by your hair.

“you make me-feel so good-“ you pant, gasping. “oh, honey,” he coos through grunts, “i know that. just think everyone else here should, too.”

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ryan, who makes sure to bump into any guy who happens to hold their gaze on you for too long as you’re walking past. ryan who glances back at them with a smug grin, making sure they know it wasn’t an accident. ryan who didn’t need to bump into them that hard, but nearly knocked them off their feet.

ryan who has his mouth latched to your pussy, pulling you closer to him each time you try to writhe away from the overstimulation. his arms are hooked under your legs, holding you by the top of your thighs. he takes a moment to part from your aching clit, puffy and swollen, to revisit the situation. “looking at my fuckin’ girl,” he tsks. “what a world we live in! i mean,” he laughs with disbelief, “i should’ve knocked his fuckin’ head off his shoulders, baby-i’m serious.” it’s almost sadist, but he knows how bad you get off on it-pussy dripping every time he defends you. you’re panting above him, looking down as your head cranes gently forward. “i..” you respond through a whine, but you can’t manage anything else. your flesh is warm, hot all over with a thin layer of sweat. stray hairs stick to your face, your cheeks flushed from the amount of times you’ve orgasmed.

“my pretty baby. can’t talk, s’alright. s’right where i want you, hon.” he says, palms tapping your thighs with encouragement. “don’t think i forgot why we’re here,” he says, and you gasp as he slides two thick fingers inside of you, curving to brush up against your g-spot. “next time anyone looks at you, they’re only gonna see how fuckin’ good i made you feel. and only me.” a satisfactory hum leaves you, dizzy with lust as he tugs you towards him once more. kneeling at the foot of your bed, his cock strains in his jeans, knowing it’s true-that you’re all his. “look at me.” he instructs, and you oblige, looking down once more. “one more,” he says, inches from your pussy, “then you’re done.”

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