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cherrygirlfriend · 2 months ago

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pairing: gynecologist!rafe x reader synopsis: you go to get artificial insemination. your gyno has a different method. warnings/tags: smut, artificial insemination, unprotected piv, breeding kink, public sex, small surprise at the end, MDNI! wc: 1.2k a/n; aside from having to do a strange amount of research about ovulation, iui and me overall being against male gynos; this was fun.

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you couldn't resist the urge to tap the heel of your boot against the linoleum floor - rolling your golden wedding band so you wouldn't bite your freshly manicured nails. it felt like your heart was going to thump thump thump out of your chest and land on the floor in front of you.

there were only three other people in the waiting room, a few posters related to women's health decorating the otherwise plain, dull, light green walls of the office, the tick-tock of the clock and the hushed whispers of the two nurses behind the front desk being the only thing you could focus on, along with the overpowering stench of chanel no 5 that was wafting from the other customer waiting for her appointment browsing through an age-old copy of cosmopolitan.

you nearly hopped to your feet when the door to one of the offices opened, clutching your purse like it was the only thing keeping you afloat. "come in." doctor cameron said with a small smile on his lips, gesturing towards his office.

you followed the tall man into the sterile, white office, holding your arms tightly against your chest, your shoulders hunched. when doctor cameron noticed how skittish you were being, he offered a small smile, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder before using it to cup your cheek and lifting it up so you were forced to look at his freckled face, "there's no need to be nervous. this is a pretty regular procedure. you can change into the gown and lay down on the examination table."

when you let out a reluctant nod, the doctor walked further into his office, giving you some privacy. while you listened to him rifle through papers, slowly, you tugged your sweater off along with your jeans, leaving your underwear to cover your skin that was now in goosebumps while you covered yourself with the blue rustling hospital gown, until it came time to slip them off.

you took a few tentative steps towards the examination table, walking on your heels as your gynecologist turned to face you, your chart in his hands, his blue eyes skimming over the details as you sat down onto the examination table, the paper sheet rustling against the paper gown in a way that made you cringe.

"so, how many days ago did you take your last dose of clomid?"

"eight days ago." you said with a tight smile, fiddling with the hem of your gown, "and i did an ovulation test before i left home, and it said my ovulation should be at its highest."

"you've really done your homework." he chuckled, placing down the clipboard, placing his warm hand on your bare knee in a comforting gesture. "are you ready to get started? i've got your husband's specimen prepared. don't worry, the catheter won't hurt, you might just feel a bit uncomfortable for a moment."

you took a deep breath, closing your eyes and laying back as you steadied your breathing, trying your best to get comfortable. "ready." you whispered softly, opening your eyes to look up at the slightly yellow-tinted fluorescent light above you.

"it helps the sperm to travel if you've got your pelvis propped up." doctor cameron said in a slightly hushed tone, lifting your hips up and placing a pillow underneath your hips, his hands pressing your hips down to meet it, keeping them there as he looked down at you with a small smile. "there you go. are you comfortable?"

"it does." you swallow dryly, fiddling with the paper sheet underneath you, sighing. "i hope it works out. we've been trying to get pregnant for a year now."

"yeah?" he looked down at you, his eyes crinkling slightly, the feel of the pads of his fingers brushing against your bare skin as he drew small patterns to the hem of your hospital gown. "you know what people say helps with getting pregnant?"

"what?" you almost whispered, your thighs starting to form goosebumps under doctor cameron's fingers as they slowly slid under the crinkly god-ugly gown.

"orgasms." his hand continued to slide up your inner thigh, the metal of your doctor's wedding ring a pleasing contrast against your warm skin, "it's never been proven to be accurate, of course." his hand was just under your crotch, drawing infinity-symbols on your skin, a pondering look on his face as he cocked his head to the side, a small smirk appearing on his face, "but it never hurts to be thorough, right?"

doctor cameron had you folded over on the examination table, holding your legs at your sides, his warm lips placing sloppy, hot kisses on your neck as his cock slid out of you before slamming against your cervix, the man letting out a soft breathy laugh at every little gasp or moan that managed to escape your lips.

"how many times do i have to tell you, sweetie?" he mumbled against your skin, rafe's words intensified by the pace of his hips snapping against yours increasing, a loud yelp leaving you, "you don't need to try and keep quiet. no one's gonna hear us." he breathed out.

the pad of his thumb found your your clit, starting to draw small circles on it as the room was filled with your unsteady breathing combined with the lewd squelch of your pussy every time his hips met yours, "come on, let me hear all those pretty little noises... it's not like this is the first time we've fooled around here."

rafe tried pulling away from your neck, but you tugged him closer by his hair, holding him there as tightly as possible "god, rafe..." you moaned out, the doctor letting out a pleased hum against your skin.

"come on, sweetie... tell me how much you want me to put a baby in you, yeah?"

"so badly..." your back arched off the examination table while rafe's long fingers slid up to your breast, teasing it with small kneads and pinches before his left hand found your hand, your fingers intertwining with his, your matching wedding bands meeting.

"i love you so much... i can't wait for you to be all pretty and pregnant." he smiled against your skin, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

MEANWHILE….

"i wonder what's taking dr. cameron so long..." the receptionist wondered aloud with a frown on her pouty lips, turning to look at the clock on the wall as she tapped her pink fingernails against the desk, "i mean, it's almost lunchtime."

the other receptionist let out a snort, interrupting the movement of the file against her long nail, turning to look at the other girl with raised brows, chewing gum. "what, you don't know?"

"know what?"

"oh, this is good." the receptionist laughed, throwing her head back with laughter in her office chair. "you don't know who she is."

"what?" the other girl asked, huffing in annoyance as she grabbed a cheeto out of the bag sitting in front of them.

"that client is mrs. cameron."

"as in-"

"yup, that was doctor cameron's wife." she let out a loud snort of a laugh as she shook her head, grabbing a cheeto before going back to filing her nails. "guess she gets special treatment."

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snailkites · 1 year ago

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Walnut the Crane dead at 42

White-naped Crane Walnut and her keeper/husband, Chris Crowe, in 2021. (Photo: Roshan Patel via NZCBI)

Internet sensation Walnut the Crane became ill on January 2, 2024 and passed away at age 42 at her home at the Smithsonian's National Zoo and Conservation Biology Institute (NZCBI) campus in Front Royal, VA. A necropsy revealed the cause of death to be renal failure. Walnut far outlived the average life expectancy for White-naped Cranes in captivity, which is 15 years. She leaves behind her husband, zookeeper Chris Crowe, with whom she had 8 offspring, including two housed at the NZCBI: daughter Brenda, age 18, and a granddaughter, age 1.

“Walnut was a unique individual with a vivacious personality,” Crowe said. “She was always confident in expressing herself, an eager and excellent dancer, and stoic in the face of life’s challenges. I’ll always be grateful for her bond with me. Walnut’s extraordinary story has helped bring attention to her vulnerable species’ plight.” (x)

White-naped Cranes are native to Mongolia, northeast China and southeast Russia, wintering in the Korean DMZ, Japan, and China. Habitat loss to agriculture, development, and ongoing droughts are factors in their decline, leaving them classified as Vulnerable by the IUCN. Walnut was an important contributor to efforts to restore the species.

Edit: for those unaware, I refer to the zookeeper as her husband because Walnut was imprinted on humans, meaning she considered him her mate and performed displays and courtship for him. As a zookeeper he was responsible for artificially inseminating the bird. This and more was the source of her viral fame.

#walnut the crane #conservation #crane husband #birds #white-naped crane #smithsonian #I visited the NZCBI last year and could hear various crane calling on campus

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hedwig221b · 11 months ago

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For the fic recs, anything with babies please? Or just pregnant stiles?

I'm weeping I love kid!fics and mpreg!Stiles...👶

Of Puppy Piles and Sugar Dreams by StarShineForMe

In which Isaac and Scott get de-aged, the pack must learn to bond and protect their own, and Derek ("Dewek!") and Stiles ("Sti-ewes!") are mates…even if it takes them forever and two toddlers to realize it. “Oh, God.” Stiles buries his face in his hands, water dripping down his wrists. “What? What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Derek whips out a towel, wrapping it around Stiles’ forearms, pulling them away from Stiles’ body so he can look them over. “I’m fine,” Stiles says, a little blankly. Erica and Boyd have set Issac and Scott back onto the floor, tickling them both into fits of giggles. He huffs out a noise that’s not quite a whimper, not quite a laugh. “Just wondering when the hell I ended up in my very own episode of ‘Teen Mom’.”

The More That I Know You (the more I want to) by LadySlytherin

When death, in the form of hunters, comes for a family of Kelpies seeking refuge in the Preserve - in Hale territory - the Hale Pack is too late to save them. Before he dies, the male Kelpie presses a precious bundle into Stiles’ arms and begs the Emissary to take responsibility for it, which an initially reluctant Stiles does. When he agreed, Stiles had no idea what the sight of him with a baby would do to his esteemed Alpha, Derek. If he’d known, he might not have been so reluctant to agree.

The Alpha and his Spark by sandyde03

Stiles is pregnant. Derek is perpetually horny and possessive. Stiles is confused. Not by Derek sexing him up. He loves that. It’s the fact that ever since he started to show that he was with pup everyone has been avoiding his eyes.

Loving Isaac by QueenOfAngst21

A regular patrol around their land takes a turn for the worse when Derek and Isaac run into a unwanted visitor. Just when Derek thinks they are in the clear, he wakes to find not his beta beside him but a crying blonde haired baby right where he left Isaac. The pack stumbles over themselves as their alpha and emissary navigate this new dynamic and find each other along the way.

Last To Know by Never_Says_Die

Kink meme fill in which every werewolf and shapeshifter in Beacon Hills is aware that Stiles is pregnant before he is. And apparently the first baby!werewolf being born into the pack (their Alpha's, no less) is a big freakin' deal and excuse enough for everyone to lose their damn minds. When Stiles figures out why everyone's been acting so weird around him, he's not amused.

An Alpha's Baby by Dexterous_Sinistrous

It had been more than a year since Stiles had been home to Beacon Hills. Things didn't end well between him and Derek. And now, returning with a baby, Stiles starts to question if he really did the right thing and leave, or if he should have stayed.

Let your unfaithful weaving go by DarkAthena (seraphim_grace)

Every night Stiles goes into the feasting hall to work on the shroud he is making for his husband, knowing that the alphas circle him like sharks until he is inevitably forced to choose one to stand as his alpha and Eli's regent. It's been four years and he doesn't know how much longer he can do this.

Fire, Fury, and Flame by IAmAVeronica

Stiles Stilinski was never going to be the omega who got knocked up right after high school, and then he's accidentally artificially inseminated with a stranger's sperm. Awesome. And the father of Stiles's baby just so happens to be Derek Hale. Half-feral, quite possibly a murderer, and pursued by a gleefully sadistic band of hunters who are only too eager to use Stiles and his baby to hit Derek right where it hurts. Joy.

Shifts by gryvon

Stiles has what he's always secretly wanted - he's in a relationship with Derek and he's one of Derek's betas - but all that gets turned upside down when Gerard kidnaps him and his unexpected baby.

Be Strong by blacktofade

A hunter breaks into Stiles' house and Stiles deals with them.

Safe Place to Land by Green

The Hales have been tracking a group of hunters who've targeted small packs with the help of a magic user. When they finally attack the hunter compound, they aren't expecting to find Stiles, a Spark who's practically a slave, and his young werewolf son. Derek isn't expecting the Spark to be his mate, either.

Wolf Cub by moodwriter

A strange wolf is not supposed to touch another pack’s cub and that’s why, on a rescue mission, it’s Stiles’ job to take care of the wolf cub who’s curious about everything and everyone. Stiles is not used to werewolf children, and the pack is not used to Stiles taking care of a child. Their Alpha gets very confused about this, too.

Karma Is A Bitch by Brego_Mellon_Nin

Ironically, Stiles was just returning to his dorm after failed negotiations about a possible adoption agreement with a local pack, when he saw the fairy. She was cornered and he was unable to curb his protective instincts. The fight was short and Stiles was left with only a blooming bruise on his jaw when the bullies scurried away. As a thank you, the fairy wanted to grant him a wish. Who knew what a bit of fairy fertility magic could do?

Empty by DiscontentedWinter

Jordan Parrish is the new sheriff of Beacon Hills, a town haunted by its past.

#sterek #sterek fic #stiles x derek #eternal sterek #sterek fanfic #stiles stilinski #derek hale #sterek fic rec #teen wolf fic #sterek fanfiction #derek x stiles #hedwig221b replies

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notchainedtotrauma · 10 months ago

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His welfare queen names a collective of immoral, disloyal, dishonorable, unhusbanded, evil black women delinquents requiring state control, captivity, and defeat. He declared, "She has eighty names, thirty addresses, twelve Social security cards and is collecting veteran's benefits on four non-existing deceased husbands. She's got Medicaid, getting food stamps, and she is collecting welfare under each of her names. Her tax-free cash income is 150 000$." What is interesting is that while Reagan's welfare queen is clearly mammy's grandchild and jezebel's artificially inseminated baby, welfare criminals had historically and overwhelmingly been white males. Yet his descriptor became scripture, effectively tying black women and girls to evil, perversion, and socioeconomic perversion.

from Jezebel Unhinged: Loosing the Black Female Body in Religion & Culture by Tamura Lomax

#Tamura Lomax #Emilie Townes #womanism as a guiding princlple #the monstrous Jezebel: her mouth like ashes #won't you work Mammy out #misogynoir #the carceral state is waiting #quotidian surveillance is business as usual

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uniquepeanutcreatorfire · 11 months ago

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Also Stella's line doesn't actually really imply rape. It implies a disinterested husband who doesn't wanna fuck his wife because he's a gay man who was forced to be in a heterosexual marriage. If she said idk that she had to drug him or that she literally had to wrestle him out of his clothes then maybe I'd think they implied rape but they didn't.

These people will go to any length to make Stella into a worse person but grasp at any excuse they can give Valentino for the shit he's done

Apparently, since Stella didn’t notice Stolas was uncomfortable, stop and say “Let’s do an artificial insemination instead” or nicely tell their family they didn’t want to do this, then she’s a r*pist.

Also it seems to them, Val and his fans got all the hate and harassment because he’s a r*pist while Stella didn’t.

#helluva boss critical #spindlehorse critical #helluva boss criticism #helluva boss critique #spindlehorse criticism

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tia-amorosa · 2 months ago

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Episode 10: Life Decision

Later, the same evening. It's just before 10 pm. “Bibi, you're not supposed to be on the sofa…"/ ”Hhhn, darling, you need to understand that she's an old lady now. And an old dog should be allowed everything he still likes. And this sofa…"/ ”okaay, hnhn. I'll let her sleep there”.

Victoria glanced at the sleeping dog, who had taken a seat on the relatively new designer sofa. “You're right… Considering how long we've had her"/ ”you see. Unlike her, we're both still quite young, aren't we?"/ ‘nhnhn, Oh Beau…’. Victoria knew exactly why her husband made that remark.

Beau's and Victoria's lives have become much more relaxed since they moved to this city with the others. Victoria has finally been able to get a job at an editorial office again and Beau has taken a liking to supporting young people in a sports club. And their lives are set to change again in less than 24 hours.

“Are you still sure about this?"/ ”Yes, I am one hundred percent sure. We've talked about it for so long and you've…"/ ”I've decided to do it too, yes. It will be something else than just working with children professionally"/ ”I know, but we get the chance to give a little person a loving home, she deserves it. I'm so glad that everything worked out.”.

“And you know, I don't have the energy to hear from the fertility center every time, I'm sorry, Mrs. Andrews, it didn't work again. How long have we been going through this?”. Beau clasped his wife's hands and stroked them lovingly as he looked at her, nodding in understanding. “Too long, I know. Now we're giving a child a home that didn't come from our genes.”. His gaze lowered a little as he said this in a calm and slightly depressed voice. Victoria stroked his face for a moment. “But we can receive and care for it with love. Now let's go to bed, tomorrow is the day.”.

Victoria and her husband have been trying to start a family for many years. Unfortunately, they have never been successful. According to health checks and various fertility tests, everything was fine. They even tried artificial insemination. But the eggs never wanted to implant properly in her body. And Victoria often looked for faults in her body.

But she had no faultss, at least not health-wise. Again and again, the failures brought her down. However, as her desire to have children was so great and the options were not yet fully exhausted, she and her husband decided to adopt a child. This involved filling out a lot of forms and making a few phone calls.

The adoption service employee provided Victoria with very friendly support in all matters. Unfortunately, the decision was not an easy one. There are so many children who no longer have parents. The best thing would be to give them all the chance of a good new home straight away. But Victoria and Beau deliberately chose just one of many. Will Bibi be able to cope with the new arrival?

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The next morning, Victoria went into the room that she and Beau had prepared for their adopted child. It was supposed to be a girl, but she didn't want to clutter the room with too many colors and toys. They had only been able to meet her for a few hours at an open day at the orphanage. “There were so many nice children, but… She was so special. I'm so excited, it's terrible”.

As the formalities went so smoothly, it was possible to bring the girl to the Andrews a few weeks later. Of course, a few things were checked beforehand. For example, whether there was enough living space available for everyone. Of course, the girl would have her own room, which was very important for everyone. And she was already eagerly awaited. “Wait, I have to get my bag!”.

The excitement was not all one-sided. The social worker brought the girl into the house, got a few more signatures from Victoria and her husband, handed them a few important documents concerning the child and then disappeared again pretty quickly. “Well, she was in a weird mood,” said Beau as he watched the lady hurry back to the car. “I'm finally here and… I can really stay?” The girl couldn't hide her excitement and joy. “Yes, of course, I know you've had to wait a long time. I'm really glad you're here now”.

Beau was also greeted warmly by the girl. She had no fear of contact. But then she was quickly distracted. “That's a nice bookshelf"/ ”yes, but the books aren't necessarily suitable for your age. But you also have a shelf in your room…"/ ‘Oh great, can I have a look?’/ ‘Of course, come with me, I'll show you’. Victoria was still excited, but her joy prevailed at this moment and she slowly calmed down a little.

Victoria led the girl into the small room. The new little resident looked around with her mouth open. “And this is all for me?"/ ”Mhm. But if you don't like any of it…"/ ”I think it's all great. I've always had to share everything with the others…”.

Victoria had feared that the girl might not be happy with the room. But Emily, as the little girl was called, didn't have any great expectations. She was happy to finally be back in a real home. For 4 years she lived in an orphanage with many other children of different ages. “What a beautiful doll, thank you, Victoria"/ ”Oh, you're welcome. I wasn't sure if you would like it”. Emily ran her fingers over the doll's delicate face. “ I like her very much”. Victoria was a little overwhelmed and excused herself for a moment to go outside.

Beau stood in the living room and looked at his wife's happy face. “Oh, someone's smiling"/ ”I'm just happy that she's here now. Have you looked at her? She's so pretty”. He nodded in agreement. “mhm. Now it's just a matter of learning to be a good parent.” She threw her arms around his neck and a tear ran down her face. “We're going to be wonderful parents, Beau!”.

Bibi came in through the open door, sniffing curiously. Emily was a little startled at first, but that quickly disappeared because she likes dogs. And she immediately saw that she had an old dog standing in front of her. “You're beautiful, please don't bite me, okay? My name is Emily, maybe we'll be friends?”.

Bibi licked the girl's hand briefly and let her stroke her head. Then she continued sniffing around her room. Emily looked after her and smiled contentedly. For her, the long wait for a suitable family had finally come to an end. At the orphanage, it was customary for children to be given the opportunity to choose their new parents themselves. And she and the Andrews formed an instant bond. How it will develop and whether the Andrews will be able to cope with their new role as parents remains to be seen.

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@greenplumbboblover , @solorisims , @plumbobgothica 🙂

#new horizons #ts3 story #the sims 3 story #ts3 screenshots #the sims 3 screenshots #ts3 gameplay #the sims 3 gameplay #ts3 simblr #Victoria Andrews #beau andrews #Emily #Bibi Andrews

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the-somewhat-rambling-reviewer · 2 days ago

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Grumblings About Season 6, Episode 6, Surprise (Edited Slightly)

Larry claiming he had nothing to do with the planes but didn’t stop them due to soreness over Eleanor strikes me as a retcon. Having watched the phone conversation between him and June, it really seemed like he did, in fact, take down those planes to try to force June to give New Bethlem a chance, and her revealing what part she played in Eleanor’s suicide didn’t surprise him but didn’t really have anything to do with what he did; I imagine Larry would have outright said something along the line of, ‘Yeah, and now, I gave you a taste of what you did to me,’ if it had.

I did love June just casually accepting Larry killed Putman (yay) and married Naomi (eh) without any further questions.

On a nitpicky note, Nick answers the phone, and two seconds later, June has told him the whole story. If they weren’t going to have an actual phone scene between the two characters, a better way would have been to have Nick answer, and then, cut to him retrieving the letters.

When Nick was in Jezebels, I was thinking about how his father-in-law might take hearing about it, and then, it turns out someone finds him.

Can’t wait for this particular commander to die.

Janine is awesome with giving monthly female names to try to subtly find out about June.

Interesting flashback between June and Nick. I’ve always maintained, if not for Gilead, June never would have been interested in Nick, and it seems Nick himself has always clocked this.

Lydia is Lydia. She brings cookies to sex slaves as if this is anything.

I’m a little afraid what she’s going to do with the information Larry has been visiting Jezebels.

It’s so nice to see Janine is absolutely done with Lydia’s shit.

Maybe someone has, but it’d be really nice if someone directly said, ‘You sent women to be raped.’ Forced pregnancy and birth is terrible, but Lydia could have, at least, tried advocating for the handmaids to be artificially inseminated. When Esther was raped, like Larry noted, her objection was that it wasn’t done on a certain day, and her solution was to have the handmaids raped at the red centre rather than, at least, floating the idea that PIV sex should completely be taken out of the equation, something medical science is established to have made possible in the show’s universe.

For all I hate Lydia, however, I will note she has undergone character development, even if I’m not impressed with it. In the past, Lydia physically lashing out would not be followed by a genuine apology to the one she hurt. At most, she’d apologise to the commanders or other aunts.

Wharton was actively sinister.

Nick sending June to SJ’s. Really?

I’m not saying it doesn’t make some narrative sense, but I still hate it.

Hate it.

Also, I half-expected for SJ, upon recognising June, to just walk back to her desk all, ‘Nope!’

For once, I think SJ is underreacting. Like I said, I had no problem with her being pushed out of the train, but who in the hell pushes a baby out of a moving train? Or even just a stationary one? If someone wants to push someone holding a baby out of a train, the least they could do is take the baby first.

Right on cue, though, she sets me off with her hypocritical, self-righteous moralising.

Do I feel bad for both Rose and Luke? Yes.

Am I the one who raped both Nick and June in order to force conception, and then, stole the resulting daughter? No.

And she did not pay for anything she did in prison. On another note, I’ve read numerous people saying she was a handmaid in Canada, and no. The Wheelers holding her prisoner and making it clear they’d eventually completely kidnap Noah was wrong, but she wasn’t raped at any point. Noah was the product of a consensual encounter between her and her husband. She wasn’t forced to help execute people or perform the gruelling physical tasks we’ve seen handmaids have to perform.

As much as I don’t care about SJ and Wharton, I did love June’s line asking if Fred was like Fred when SJ and Fred started.

But it’s worth noting, Fred becoming what he did was in part due to SJ herself. Him hurting her wasn’t her fault, but her helping create a society where he was able to freely do so was. Him losing interest in her and their marriage wasn’t necessarily her fault, but again, her helping create a society where their relationship could never be the equitable one it once was is.

Breakfast of awkward. The reversal of SJ serving the once-Martha is briefly cool to see, but please, Rita, get out of this house post-haste.

It turns out I misinterpreted something SJ said, and I was under the impression Rita was actually living in SJ's house. When I thought about it, I wondered how/why Rita wasn't alerted when June was banging down the door, but it turns out, no, Rita is just living in New Bethlem and working at a job SJ got for her at a bakery.

I'd still like Rita and her sister and any other family the two of them have to get out of New Bethlem, but thankfully, this isn't as bad as I thought.

Charlotte Angela is too young to understand anything about chess, Larry. For everything else Naomi is wrong about, she is correct about this.

I’m not sure if I buy what the show is doing with Nick.

One, Nick knows that everything comes back to Hannah with June. It’s not a question of love. Plus, there’s Holly Nichole.

I’ve noted before I’m not sure Nick loves her and that, given SJ raped him and June both to produce her, I don’t blame him if he doesn’t. But he knows how much June loves her.

June doesn’t want Paris. She wants her oldest daughter freed, and she wants to be able to be part of Holly Nichole’s life in the way she was denied to be with Hannah. He’s offering her the second half, but it doesn’t help with the first half.

And keeping shipping completely out of it, Luke has been a father to Holly Nichole. Even if Nick did undeniably love her, circumstances have made it where Luke has been able to be there for her while Nick hasn’t been.

I didn’t even notice this until someone brought this up, but when Luke and June were arguing and he exasperatedly said, “She’s your mother,” to June about Dr Holly, he didn’t say anything about Holly Nichole being her kid.

One thing I did notice and love was, at the train station, he told her to take care of “our” baby.

Because, whether June ends up with Nick, Luke, or neither, Luke is irrevocably Holly Nichole’s family, and I don’t believe June would say, ‘Yeah, I’ll take Holly Nichole and my mother and leave Luke without access to his second daughter. Leave him to fight alone for our first daughter.’

I loved June’s face in the closet, and I knew it wouldn’t, but I was half-expecting for her to physically attack him and them to tumble out all Looney Tunes style.

And finally, I understand Nick was in a difficult situation, and he’s been through a lot recently. I can buy he’s decided he is going to try to be there for his preborn son.

I’m just not sure him telling Wharton about the plan instead of using information he has on someone else is something Nick, even heavily cornered, would do.

Thank you to everyone who read.

#the handmaid's tale

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getouyuri · 2 months ago

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oh my gawwwwddddd ive been trying to decide on a geto x milf!reader plot and the circumstances for ages and just cracked the code sooo here are my two upcoming fics w/ milf!readers…

-personalassistant!satoru + CEO milf!reader 😇 satoru is crushing HARD. reader isn’t around the office for a while but then comes back, suguru’s like “ur fav milf is back lol. and pregnant.” satoru: “dpwm I’ll charge my funeral expenses to the company card 😂😒👹” satoru nearly throws up when reader is ACTUALLY preggo but finds out it’s artificial insemination and reader is Nawt married. satoru finds himself helping reader w/ pregnancy stuff occasionally aside from his normal duties and slowly dies from yearning

-privatechef!suguru x milf!reader (unsure of occupation but she’s rich like CEO milf!reader #goated) 🥸 suguru is hired as reader’s private chef and moves in with her. perhaps her husband is a cunt and left ha. suguru and reader spend lots of time together and, just like the other version, suguru finds himself helping w/ pregnancy stuff occasionally aside from his normal duties and slowly dies from yearning. also considering suguru becoming reader’s sugar baby like hmmm

#mommm aisha’s yapping again #I HEART MILFS #the only time I fw age gaps is when reader is older idc idc

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eleganzadellarosa · 10 months ago

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Hi. Can you please write a smut of Kyungsoo and Han So hee? 🙏 Thank you.

Sudden Miracle

pairing: husband!kyungsoo x wife!han so hee

genre: angst (mostly), smut

warnings: MDNI (artificial insemination (IUI), only one smut scene, mentions of failed pregnancy, fast paced plot, allusions to depression)

word count: will update later

A/N: Thank you so much for this ask, this is my first time writing a fic with both characters already chosen, so this was so much fun to do! Also, apologies if it’s awkward and not what you wanted at all 😭 I didn’t know much about this topic, so I researched as much as I could. Also, sorry this took so long! Anyways, as always thank you for reading and enjoy your day :)

taglist: @sleepingbeautydo 💕

It’s often said that “third time’s the charm” or “if at first you don’t succeed, try try again” but for her it was simply something that people said to help her pass the time.

They’ve been trying to conceive a child for the past two years; her and her husband that is, but for some reason they’ve had no success. She’d been to multiple doctors who all told her “I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news but unfortunately after running some tests, I don’t believe you’ll be able to naturally conceive a child.”

It put lots of strain on the marriage, even though they both wished for the best. It all started to sound like a broken record; "keep your legs up when he's done", "you're probably just not relaxed", "it's never too late to adopt if you really want a child that badly". Everything that came out of everyone's mouths was insensitivity masked by fake sympathy. She truly had tried everything and absolutely nothing had helped.

She was past the point of hearing advice and she often kept to herself and had even put distance between her and her friends. Of course she didn't mean to, but there were but so many questions of "are you pregnant yet?" that So Hee could handle.

Unfortunately, there was one person she couldn't avoid; her mother. She visits quite frequently, as you would expect one’s mother to, being that she lived close by. She made it her business to visit her daughter and son in law every weekend, usually to just enjoy the time spent together but most times the day would end with how to get So Hee pregnant.

“Oh sweetie, you know Marilyn right?” She continued when So Hee slightly nodded, “Her daughter had trouble getting pregnant too but she started taking these herbs and now she’s 6 months! Maybe you should give it a try.”

“Hah mom…I don’t know if I trust anything your neighbor says, no offense.”

“What’s wrong with her? Sure she’s a little much sometimes but she has a good heart and she’s a wonderful neighbor. And it doesn’t hurt to try love.”

She walked up to So Hee, rubbing a hand up and down her back. "I hate seeing you look so down in the dumps these days. I understand what you're going through and I only want to help." She kissed her on the cheek as Kyungsoo walks into the kitchen, bags in hand. "Oh my dearest boy, where have you been?"

He walks up to her and hugs her. "I was out getting some groceries for dinner, are you staying with us tonight?"

He walked up to So Hee and pecked her lips after he set the rest of the groceries down. He loved her as much as she loved him and he also hated seeing her so down about the current situation. They both had such a strong desire to start a family and it seemed to have quickly faded into nothing but sorrow.

So Hee turns in her seat and looks up at him with her head against his chest. "Oh yeah, don't forget I have my appointment with the new doctor tomorrow morning."

"I didn't forget my love, I have it saved in my calendar and I also have an alarm set."

It was, in fact, time So Hee tried something new after giving up on trying to prove the doctors wrong. “But I’m perfectly healthy” she would say and they all looked at her with tears of their own in their eyes. It wasn’t that simple though, she was healthy but apparently it just wasn’t in her cards to have a baby when she wanted.

So, tomorrow would open up a new beginning; a start to hopefully a successful journey. She had done her research and there were enough testimonials and desperation to make her want to give artificial insemination a try. There were a few tests that needed to be run to make sure she was a good fit for the procedure, but she believed this was a guaranteed win; the solution to all her problems.

She sat on the patient's table, the back elevated so it looked more like a chair. Kyungsoo sat beside her in the extra seating, calming her nerves as he rubbed a thumb over her hand.

“Everything will be okay my love, I promise.” He says just as there’s a small knock on the door.

"Good morning, my name is Jen and I'll be your doctor today." The middle aged woman walked up to So Hee and shook both her and Kyungsoo's hand. "I hear you're interested in IUI?"

So Hee had spent about 15 minutes explaining all the methods, tests, and doctors she's visited along with basic information like family history.

"Well I have good news and bad news for you. Bad news is, we do have to run some more tests, just to make sure your fallopian tubes and uterus look normal and are able to handle the procedure. The good news is, I think you'll have great success with this method. Now, not exactly bad news, but I will say to of course not expect it to work the first time but that doesn't mean it won't work at all."

“Be honest with me…do you think it will work?” So Hee asks, her mood dampening slightly.

“Looking at your past test results, I’m sure this will be a very effective method. As long as the sperm is strong, everything should go just fine. In all my years of being a doctor, I don’t think I’ve ever seen it not work for anyone.”

That made So Hee feel much better and regain the hope she was slowly losing. She told herself not to get upset if it didn’t work, but she really really wanted this to work. After receiving the full rundown, it didn’t seem too hard of a process either. They would collect the sperm and insert it directly into the uterus; increasing her chances of getting pregnant while she’s most fertile. Two weeks later she’ll take a pregnancy test to see if it was successful.

"It's going to feel weird finishing in a cup." Kyungsoo said on their way back home. “I hope they let you in the room with me so I can at least have some motivation.”

She chuckled, “don’t worry, I’ll send you some pictures to get you through it.” She sat in silence for a few seconds, gathering the courage to ask a question. “Are you scared it won’t work?” The question was directed toward him but maybe she was asking herself out loud.

“Scared? Hmm, no. Excited? Absolutely. I know you’ll do just fine baby, and I’ll be there with you through every step of the way. You know I’m your number 1 supporter.” He kept his eyes on the road, but brought her hand up to kiss it.

So Hee smiled and fully rested her back against the seat. She was lucky to have someone like him to calm her nerves whenever she lost control of them.

The first procedure went well thankfully. She hadn’t experienced any pain through it and looked forward to seeing the results of her test in two weeks time. She was so overwhelmed with excitement, calling her closest friends to tell them the great news.

“Aww girl I’m so excited for you!

“Haha you’re better than me, I’d have him give me a little extra at home just to make sure!”

“You gotta call us and let us know what the pregnancy test says!”

All her friend’s voices coming through the speaker on her phone while they did a group FaceTime.

“Thank you guys, really. I’m happy that you’re all happy for me and I can’t wait to call you with the great news!” She smiled from ear to ear. She already started thinking about what she wanted the nursery to look like, what she needed to add to her registry and everything in between.

In two weeks, she would find out she was pregnant and could jump for joy, finally ending this long and painful journey. But as the two weeks approached at what seemed like a snail’s pace, she hadn’t felt different. Not that she would in such short time, but she always knew that after many attempts, she would at least feel something…and she didn’t. She let a few tears fall as she snapped out of her dissociation with reality, staring at the TV while the changing scenes switched rapidly.

“I’m sorry but the test came back negative. Now like I said before, it sometimes doesn’t work the first time and you are more than welcome to try again.”

So Hee couldn’t handle it, she broke down in tears, her face in her hands. This was supposed to be the last stop but she still had to be on this train of misery for who knows how long. Kyungsoo was at her side, rubbing a hand over her back. She felt like a failure in a sense, having just told her friends that she would be call in them with good news. She knew she shouldn’t have been so excited over something that she hadn’t tried yet, but she was sure this would be the end.

Kyungsoo called into his job and said he wouldn’t be coming in today so he could stay with his grieving wife. He was well aware of how much you’d need him to be there even if you yourself didn’t say it. He sat with you in silence on the couch at home, doing whatever he could to help lighten your mood.

“Kyungsoo, just…leave me alone, I don’t want to be bothered.” She said when he wrapped an arm around her and tried to pull her close.

It hurt his feelings a bit to be rejected in that way but he understood that he wouldn’t understand exactly how she felt. This was something that his ability to help only went but so far. He gave her as much space as possible, even eating dinner in separate rooms. They both got ready for bed early, the morning appointments weighing heavily on their bodies and sleep schedules.

“Do you wanna watch a movie or something until we fall asleep?” He asked when she moved under the blanket next to him.

“Do I look like I want to watch a movie?” she snapped, “Obviously you don’t care enough that I was just told we weren’t having a baby again even after trying for SO long! If this attitude is bothering you then maybe you should just leave me alone!”

“Maybe we just shouldn’t have a baby then!” He regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth, but before he could say anything, she was already crying and on the way out the door.

He didn’t really mean it, but he hated that she was starting to give up. He’d rather she be healthy and in a good headspace than to have something happen to her during the pregnancy. However, instead of voicing it out correctly, he said the first thing that popped in his mind out of anger. Of course he cared for her and her feelings, that’s what he did the most. He knew she was very in her head about it and rightfully so, but it shot a pang to his heart to hear her say he didn’t care.

And of course she only interpreted it in the way he said it and it surprised her that something like that would come out of his mouth. But it didn’t matter, she would go stay with her mom for a few days to clear her head and give Kyungsoo some space because he obviously needed it.

So Hee had only planned on staying at her mother’s house for a week but there were but so many days she felt like doing constant laundry to accommodate for her lack of extra clothing. She didn’t think ahead before she left the house, she simply left as fast as she could before she also said something she didn’t mean. Now that it was time for her to go back home, she couldn’t help but be stubborn. She wasn’t ready to face Kyungsoo again if it meant that he hadn’t changed his mind at all.

I’ll just go while I know he’s at work she told herself. Thankfully her mother was only about a 30 minute drive from home, so she could plan accordingly. Thoughts ran through her head on her drive back; maybe it was time to move, an environmental change could possibly help her. Maybe she should take her mom up on that offer for those herbs. Something, anything had to help.

Walking inside the house relaxed her; she hadn’t noticed she was so tense. They built this atmosphere with the blood sweat and tears of renovations over the years. Again, the plan was to start a family years ago so it was only right to prepare for the new addition to the family.

She walked upstairs into the dark bedroom. She didn’t bother turning on the lights, letting the shadows consume her and lead her to the bed where her eyes closed as she drifted off to sleep. The weight of an arm draped over her waist when she rolled over to switch positions. She slowly shifted to turn and see the face she had subconsciously been missing. He was sleeping peacefully for the most part, but his arm dragged her in a bit more as to not lose her warmth.

She watched his chest rise and fall, his lashes flutter against his cheek. A feeling of love swelled in her chest. He was so good to her and she got so upset with him although he just wanted the best for her. He often put her first in every possible situation out of love and care. Some days he even blames himself for her not being pregnant whether it was true or not, which of course it wasn’t. Either way, he felt so sad knowing that after a while their plans just might fall through.

"Please stay and talk to me. I understand if you want to leave after, but please just let me say what I need to first." He stared back at her when he opened his eyes, instantly melting into her touch.

“Okay…” She hadn’t noticed he was awake until he spoke.

"I'm so sorry that I let said such a thing. I in no way meant to hurt your feelings. I promise you that I wholeheartedly wish for us to start a family, but I hate to see you so disappointed. I want you to be happy, I really do. I love you so much and it made me so sad to see you cry."

Her eyes wet with tears as she laid there listening to him. She knew he didn't mean it but she was so distraught over another failed attempt that maybe she was the one actually giving up. Kyungsoo leaned forward and kissed away the tears that slid down her cheek toward the pillow. He turned her over on her back, kissing from her cheek to her neck and then down to her collarbones.

Soft, small and lingering kisses that eventually trailed back up to her lips. "I'm so sorry I hurt you."

Her brain slowly becoming fuzzy with the warm and tingly feeling that came over her from the sweetness that poured out from the man above her. He rid her of her top, the only thing that came in between him and her skin. He removed his own clothing too; aching to feel her skin against his after what felt like years. Kisses to her breasts, much sloppier than the previous ones, but nothing too lewd. Not a single inch was ignored by his plump, warm lips.

So Hee could feel her heart beating as if too close to her rib cage. He kissed the palm of her left hand before holding it, as he slowly slid the head of his dick past her entrance. A gasp left So Hee's lips, eyelids fluttering from the feeling. He didn't move too fast or too slowly; it was just the perfect pace to show her love. Their bodies moved in sync; her hips meeting his every time he thrusts into her.

“I love you, you know that right?” He placed a sweet kiss against her nose and cheeks, still moving at a steady pace.

“Yeah…I know, I love you too.” She answers breathily, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Should I try again? Try filling you myself? Give you a baby?”

His strokes getting deeper, she closes her legs around his torso. “Yes, please Kyungsoo, let’s try again.”

His pace sped up, his hands caressing the side of her face. Moans leaving both of their lips as he slowly lead them to their orgasms. His hips stuttered, slowing him down from the accumulation of great pleasure. “Cum with me.”

She had no problem doing so, a few more thrusts from him and she came harshly; him following close behind. He laid with her, his body resting against hers but careful not to put too much weight on her. It didn’t guarantee results, but it made him feel better to try anyway. After a few minutes of relaxing on her chest, he finally pulled out.

“I’ll go get something to clean up, just rest my love.” He moved off the bed and pressed a light kiss to her stomach.

It was the dreaded two week mark once again, which meant she had to take another pregnancy test. Peeing on a stick felt more normal at this point in her life. She expected nothing of it, just doing it because she knew she had to. So her next conversation with her doctor was not at all what she imagined.

“How are you feeling today Ms. So Hee? Dr. Jen looked up from the clipboard in her hands, making direct eye contact with her patient.

“I feel great, no changes or anything.” She looks over at Kyungsoo for confirmation and he nods in agreement.

“That’s great to hear, it usually starts like that before the morning sickness kicks in.”

“So I’ve heard and I can only imagin- wait what?” So Hee stares at the doctor in confusion, heart racing with anticipation. In this moment she felt calm or a lot calmer than she expected to. Should she be excited?

A wide smile spreads over the doctor’s face, “Congratulations So Hee, you’re pregnant!”

#exo smut #exo do #exo #kyungsoo smut #exo do kyungsoo #han so hee #han so hee smut

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cherrygirlfriend · 2 months ago

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pairing: gynecologist!nanami x reader synopsis: you go to get artificial insemination. your gyno has a different method. warnings/tags: smut, artificial insemination, unprotected piv, breeding kink, public sex, small surprise at the end, MDNI! wc: 1.2k a/n; i posted another version of this for another character, but since i was debating between who i wanted it to be about, i pretty much just decided to make one for nanami too

nanami masterlist ♡

you nearly hopped to your feet when the door to one of the offices opened, clutching your purse like it was the only thing keeping you afloat. "come in." nanami said with a small smile on his lips, gesturing towards his office.

you followed the tall man into the sterile, white office, holding your arms tightly against your chest, your shoulders hunched. when doctor nanami noticed your skittish behavior, he offered a small smile, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder before using it to cup your cheek and lifting it up so you were forced to look at his freckled face, "there's no need to be nervous. this is a pretty regular procedure. you can change into the gown and lay down on the examination table."

you took a few tentative steps towards the examination table, walking on your heels as your gynecologist turned to face you, your chart in his hands, his brown eyes skimming over the details as you sat down onto the examination table, the paper sheet rustling against the paper gown in a way that made you cringe.

"so, how many days ago did you take your last dose of clomid?"

"eight days ago." you said with a tight smile, fiddling with the hem of your gown, "and i did an ovulation test before i left home, and it said my ovulation should be at its highest."

"it helps the sperm to travel if you've got your pelvis propped up." doctor nanami said in a slightly hushed tone, lifting your hips up and placing a pillow underneath your hips, the blond man's hands pressing your hips down to meet it, keeping them there as he looked down at you with a small smile. "there you go. are you comfortable?"

"it does." you swallow dryly, fiddling with the paper sheet underneath you, sighing. "i hope it works out. we've been trying to get pregnant for a year now."

"yeah?" he looked down at you, his eyes crinkling slightly, the feel of the pads of his fingers brushing against your bare skin as he drew small patterns to the hem of your hospital gown. "do you know what people say helps with getting pregnant?"

"what?" you almost whispered, your thighs starting to form goosebumps under doctor nanami's fingers as they slowly slid under the crinkly god-ugly gown, stroking your skin gently.

"orgasms." nanami's hand continued to slide up your inner thigh, the metal of the man's wedding ring a pleasure contrast against your warm skin, "it's never been proven to be accurate, of course." his hand was just under your crotch, drawing infinity-symbols on your skin, a pondering look on his face as he cocked his head to the side, a small smirk appearing on his face, "but it never hurts to be thorough, right?"

doctor nanami had you folded over on the examination table, holding your legs at your sides, his warm lips placing sloppy, hot kisses on your neck as his cock slid out of you before slamming against your cervix, the man letting out a soft breathy laugh at every little gasp or moan that managed to escape your lips.

"how many times do i have to tell you, honey?" he mumbled against your skin, his words intensified by the pace of his hips snapping against yours increasing, a loud yelp leaving you, "you don't need to try and keep quiet. no one's gonna hear us." he breathed out.

the pad kento's thumb found your clit, starting to draw small circles on it as the room was filled with your unsteady breathing combined with the lewd squelch of your pussy every time his hips met yours, "come ooon, let me hear all those pretty little noises... it's not like this is the first time we've fooled around here."

kento tried pulling away from your neck, but you tugged him closer by his hair, "god, kento..." you moaned, pressing him against your neck, the doctor letting out a pleased hum against your skin.

"come on, darling... tell me how much you want me to put a baby in you, yeah?"

"so badly..." your back arched off the examination table while kento's long fingers slid up to your breast, teasing it with small kneads and pinches before his left hand found your hand, your fingers intertwining with his, your matching wedding bands meeting.

"i love you so much... i can't wait for you to be all pretty and pregnant." he smiled against your skin, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

MEANWHILE….

"i wonder what's taking dr. nanami so long..." the receptionist wondered aloud with a frown on her pouty lips, turning to look at the clock on the wall as she tapped her pink fingernails, "i mean, it's almost lunchtime."

the other receptionist let out a snort, interrupting the movement of the file against her long nail, turning to look at the other girl with raised brows, chewing gum. "what, you don't know?"

"know what?"

"oh, this is good." the receptionist laughed, throwing her head back with laughter in her office chair. "you don't know who she is."

"what?" the other girl asked, huffing in annoyance as she grabbed a cheeto out of the bag sitting in front of them.

"that client is mrs. nanami."

"as in-"

"yup, that was doctor nanami's wife." she let out a loud snort of a laugh as she shook her head, grabbing a cheeto before going back to filing her nails. "guess she gets special treatment."

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s-carrington · 4 months ago

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Steven is the son of Blake Carrington and biological son of Joseph Anders and Alexis Carrington. Steven is an environmental activist with a knack for making his billionaire father pay for his unethical mistakes. Steven Carrington was born in Atlanta, Georgia in 1990 to Alexis Carrington and Joseph Anders. Alexis had an affair with the Carrington family's majordomo, Joseph Anders, who impregnated her. She lied and claimed Blake was the biological father so that she would stay in the Carrington family and her child would be an heir to their fortune. Because of this, Steven is the Carringtons' second oldest child after his kidnapped brother Adam. He is the older brother of Fallon Carrington and the older half-brother of Kirby Anders. As an adult, Steven clashed with his legal father over the company's policies and ethics and decided to leave Atlanta. He helped finance several environmental protests, some even against Carrington Atlantic. He is a wonderful young man who values true human values and wants to be accepted for who he is: a homosexual. Steven never got along with his father because Blake did not accept his son's homosexuality. For many years, Blake and Steven hated and loved each other. Steven was always very close to his sister Fallon and never got along with his brother Adam. Unlike Fallon, Steven liked Cristal and they were friends. He lived in a mental institution in Paris after being heavily manipulated by his long-lost brother Adam Carrington, who adopted an alias and convinced Steven that he was losing his mind. He has now returned home and rekindled his relationship with his husband. Steven is a warm and gentle young man, but like any other Carrington, he is also smart and should not be underestimated just because he is a good soul. He truly loves his husband more than anything, through whom he begins to think more about himself and plans a future with him and would do anything for him, as well as for Adam, his niece, Cameron, Alyssa and even his little sister, even it's difficult sometimes. Together with his husband, he asked Alyssa if she would become the surrogate mother for him and Sam in order to have a baby through sperm donation and artificial insemination, whereupon Alyssa agreed and became pregnant a short time later, thus fulfilling the dream of the two. Celia, with whom Steven has always had a good connection, asked him if she could adopt him, whereupon Steven agreed and officially and legally became her son. Godfather of Alexander Blake and Giuliana Valeria.

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honey-crypt · 10 months ago

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for your write a thon, would you do a drabble that female farmer is infertile? Characters are Sam, Alex and Elliott!

a/n: request #6 of my write a thon and it's gonna be a heavy one, i hope this helps y'all get a glimpse into the reality and struggles of infertile people

warning: pregnancy & pregnancy related topics

★ baby blues - alex x farmer / elliott x farmer / sam x farmer ★

alex

The thin paper sheet that covered the exam table scratched at your bare skin. You tapped your fingers rhythmically against your thigh, the air conditioner in the exam room humming lowly. Alex sat in the chair beside you and rubbed his eyes, “It’s too bright in here,” he grumbled.

“Agreed,” you mused. This exam room had become a second home for the two of you for the past few months with a multitude of doctor visits and procedures conducted there. Yet, today could be the last time you two had to make the trek up to ZuZu City Municipal Hospital’s Fertility Assistance Wing. Today was the day, the day that would make or break you, the day you and Alex would learn if the embryo transfer was a success.

A nurse in a crisp uniform entered the room, “Mr. and Mrs. Mullner?” she asked. Alex rose from his seat and held your hand, “That’s us.”

“Dr. Hargrove will be with you shortly,” the nurse informed you before exiting the exam room. You locked eyes with Alex, “What if it doesn’t work?”

“What if it does work?” he retorted, earning a small laugh from you.

“I’m serious, though,” you elaborated, “We’ve been through the ringer for almost two years, baby. The drugs, the artificial insemination… I’m just scared that this will all be for nothing.”

Alex held up your hand and kissed it, “It’s okay to be scared, babe. I’m scared, too… I’m scared for you,” you raised your eyebrows at his response, “You’ve been such a trooper, (Y/N). Doing the injections, taking the medicine, having that weird medieval torture device shoved up your pussy for the embryo transfer!” Alex sniffled,”It don’t know what Yoba’s plan is for us, but I pray to him that he grants us this blessing because you have fought tooth and nail to make it happen.”

“Oh, Alex,” you pecked him on the lips, “I love you. Thank you for being my rock through this,” your husband smiled cheekily, “Anything for you.”

“Mr. and Mrs. Mullner?” the familiar voice of Dr. Hargrove called out to you, as she walked into the exam room, “How are you two doing today?”

“I know you have to ask us that but,” Alex squeezed your hand, “Can you rip the bandaid off, please? For my wife’s sake.”

Dr. Hargrove nodded, “Of course. I understand your anxieties about the embryo transfer,” the doctor approached the exam room’s tablet and opened up your medical record, “The blood test result should come in any moment now.”

Alex held his breath while you began to sweat, as you both and your doctor waited for the results. The tablet suddenly dinged and Dr. Hargrove smiled, “Okay, the results are in.”

You grabbed onto Alex, your legs shaking with nerves. Dr. Hargrove scanned over the results, “Well, this is what I expected,” she hummed, “You two are going to be wonderful parents.”

“I’m pregnant?” you gawked.

“She’s pregnant?!” shouted Alex.

Dr. Hargrove laughed, “You’re pregnant, (Y/N). Congratulations on your successful transfer,” she set the tablet down, “I’ll get your referral set up for your OBGYN, Dr. Hawkins. She’s a wonderful doctor with lots of experience with twins.”

“Thank you, doctor!” Alex cried out, tears running down his cheeks. He embraced you tightly, as you cried joyously in one another’s arms.

“We’re gonna be parents, Alex!”

“We are! We are… wait.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Did she say twins?”

“Oh my god… she did say twins.”

elliott

You had gotten used to seeing the single line on your monthly pregnancy test. Time after time, that single line taunted you, mocking you and your husband’s tireless efforts to start your family. Yet, today was going to be different, you knew that it would be different. The past three days, you experienced bouts of morning time nausea and vomiting, your period was late, and you were craving smoked herring, despite being a vegetarian. I’m having a baby! you declared to yourself, I’m having a baby! I’m definitely having a baby!

Despite no nausea or vomiting this morning, you flung yourself out of bed and into the bathroom, much to your poor husband’s concern. Opening the mirror cabinet above your sink, you plucked a pregnancy test out of the bulk box you purchased from Joja Mart. Of course, you preferred to shop at Pierre’s, but the idea of requesting pregnancy tests from the father of one of your closest friends made your morning sickness flare up.

“Darling?” your husband’s voice rang from outside the bathroom, “Is everything alright? Do you need me to get the ginger ale?”

“No, not yet!” you exclaimed, setting the used pregnancy test on the counter next to you, “Come inside, duckie! I think this might be the moment.”

Elliott poked his head inside the bathroom, “Oh my goodness!” his eyes twinkled with the same light as before, eager but nervous to hear the result. He grasped your hands and gave them a gentle squeeze, “How are you feeling, my dear? Are you excited?”

“Absolutely,” you answered, “We’re going to be parents, Elliott. I just know it, we’re gonna have our baby.”

Elliott tried his best to smile, but his quivering lip betrayed his outward hopefulness, “I want you to know that no matter what the result is, everything will be alright, okay?” he pressed a kiss against your temple, “It will be alright.”

“It will because it’s gonna be positive,” you chuckled dryly. It was almost a year since you and Elliott started your attempts to conceive. This was your last chance, it had to be positive.

The alarm on your phone went off, signalling that the results were ready. You reached for the pregnancy test and informed Elliott, “Close your eyes. I want to read it first.”

Your husband obliged and covered his eyes with his large hands, the ink stains from his late night writing session still evident. Taking a deep breath, you flipped over the pregnancy test and read the result.

One single line.

Your heart sank.

Not pregnant.

Your chest tightened, as tears swelled up in your eyes, “It- It’s negative,” you announced to Elliott, “I failed.”

Elliott removed his hands from his face and embraced you, rubbing your back while you sobbed your heart out, “You’re not a failure, my love, we’ll try again. Please don’t get discouraged, it will be okay.”

You held onto him for dear life, chest heaving and cheeks stained, “I can’t, I can’t. I don’t wanna try again.”

Elliott pulled away and cupped your cheeks in his hands, “That’s okay, (Y/N). I’ll follow your lead, okay?” he kissed your lips tenderly, stroking your cheeks with his thumbs.

“It will be okay, no matter what.”

sam

You wiped sweat from your forehead and stretched your back out, as you stood before the field of ripe melons and blueberries ready for the picking. Summer crops were the most abundant and popular among the residents of Pelican Town with numerous orders, so you had your work cut out for you this season. With wicker basket in face, you got on your knees and plucked a few blueberries off their stems.

“(Y/N)!” your husband Sam called out to you from the porch. You peered from above the blueberry bushes, “Yes, love?” you shouted back.

“There’s a letter for us!” he exclaimed, “It’s from the ZuZu City Orphanage!”

You nearly dropped your basket, “What?!” you jogged up to the porch, seeing Sam wave a sealed envelope in his hand. The two of you wanted to be parents ever since your engagement, but a year or so of failed conception attempts left you discouraged. Dr. Harvey had recommended a fertility specialist to you to assist with the procedure, but the idea of subjecting yourself to injections and procedures left a queasy feeling in your stomach. Nonetheless, it didn’t matter a lot to Sam and you on how you became parents, thus the pursuit of adoption.

“I didn’t think they would get to us so quickly,” you commented to Sam, as the two of you entered the kitchen. The blonde hummed in agreement, “I’m surprised, too. Hopefully, it’s good news.”

“Me too,” you answered and hugged your husband’s arm, “I’d be heartbroken otherwise. I fell in love with Cordelia and Conrad the moment we saw them.”

You remembered the day you and Sam visited the orphanage, nervous but excited. You had some qualms about adoption, you believed it best to keep the child with their family unless it wasn’t an option. Yet, at the orphanage, these children had no family and if you could, you would’ve adopted them all.

After meeting with the caretaker and filling out the necessary paperwork, you and Sam were allowed to visit the children on the orphanage’s playground. A warm, fuzzy feeling grew in your chest at the sight of happy children running about, “I wish we could take them all home with us,” you muttered to Sam, “I want them all to have loving, safe home.”

“Me too, sweetheart, me too,” replied Sam, rubbing your back, “It feels cruel to choose, you know?”

“Yeah,” you pouted, “Maybe this was a bad idea.”

Suddenly, a little girl who eerily resembled you and Sam ran past you, “Jamie, give it back!” she screamed at the boy she was chasing after. You watched the little girl tackle the boy to the ground and tussle about in the dirt, soon emerging victorious with a notebook in hand, “Meanie!” she chastised Jamie.

“Cordelia!” the orphanage caretaker yelled, “What did I say about tackling people?”

The girl Cordelia looked back at the caretaker, “He stole my songbook!”

Your chest tightened, “Sam,” you whispered to your husband, “That’s our kid.”

Sam grinned ear to ear, “That’s our kid.”

The caretaker shooed Cordelia back to the playground and guided Jamie to the other side before returning to the two of you, “I’m sorry about that,” she apologized, “Cordelia’s very… headstrong and protective of her belongings.”

“That’s okay!” you answered, “Can you tell us more about her?”

The caretaker obliged and rehashed Cordelia’s background. She was a recent addition to the orphanage, having lost her parents in the ongoing war with the Gotoro Empire. You could feel Sam’s expression darken at the mention of the Gotoro Empire, it was a sensitive subject for him because of his father’s past involvement and POW status.

“I would advise against only adopting her,” explained the caretaker, “She has a baby brother, Conrad. We try not to separate siblings.”

“Then we’ll adopt them both,” responded Sam. The caretaker grinned widely, “That’s wonderful! I’m sure the two of you will be great parents for them,” she gestured to the door, “Let’s go inside and we can get the paperwork done for the next step.”

Back in the present, you held on the enevelope addressed to you and Sam from the orphanage, “What if we were denied?” you asked with a frown.

“Then that caretaker and those reviewers are idiots,” your husband laughed, “Can you do the honors, baby?”

“As long as you hold me,” you replied.

With Sam’s arms wrapped around your body, you carefully opened up the envelope and removed the neatly folded letter out of it. You read through the contents of the letter, your eyes widening.

“Sam?”

“Yes, sweets?”

“We got approved.”

“WE GOT APPROVED!” your husband screamed, pulling you into a passionate kiss. You kissed him back joylously and set the letter down on the dining room table, overcome with the purest form of happiness. Attached to the letter, there was a photo of Cordelia and Conrad smiling with Cordelia holding up a small sign with the words We’re Cordelia and Conrad Duffy! on it, becoming the first memento of your newfound family.

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It Was So Wrong It Was Right PT 1.

Summary: Y/N loved her twin sister and brother-in-law (KTH) more than life. She would do anything for their happiness; they were all she had after losing her parents. When her twin sister and brother-in-law (KTH) dream of starting a family together comes crumbling down, she can't say no when they ask for her help, even in the most unorthodox way. She'd never tell them no, even if it ruined her in the process.

KTH / Latina Reader Insert | 2 Part One Shot AU, Angst, Smut, 18 + Unrequited Love, Psychological Distress Master List |

********************** Part 1

I held my sister in my arms wondering how the world could be so cruel as she wept in my arms. I stroked her hair telling her just how sorry I was for her. It should have been me, not her. I didn’t even ever want kids. She wanted at least five.

“Hey we are going to get through this, like we have everything else, ok we will look for a second opinion. We will try everything there is to try”. I rubbed her back in my attempt to sooth her.

“y/n, this is the second opinion…what am I going to tell Tae Hyung”, another sob racked through her body. I held her tightly, rocking our bodies together.

“He’s going to leave me…I don’t blame him…I can’t give him what he wants…”, my heart broke for her.

“Adri, don’t say that. You know how much he loves you. He’d do anything for you. We are all going to figure this out. We can’t give up…”

“Give up on what?” I felt my body wince at the sound of his deep voice. I know she did not want him to find out this way.

“Adri…babe what’s wrong”. I shifted away as tae hyung quickly scooped Adriana up in his arms. His eyes flicker up at mine as I motion with my hands, that I am leaving, he nods in response.

“No, please stay y/n.” The sorrow in my sister's voice cemented me to where I stood.

“Are you sure Adri?”

“Yes y/n please stay.” so of course I stayed. I listened quietly to my sister's confession that it was confirmed by the second doctor that she was not able to have children. I watched how her husband Tae hyung did everything in his power to hold his emotions but he just couldn't. He wept, holding her face to his chest. He was morning just as she was. At some point I was able to make my move to the living room and stayed for another 45 minutes till I could hear no more muffled voices. Surely they had fallen asleep tired to the emotional roller coaster. I gather my things and leave.

“Y/n, thank you for being there for her. For Us. You have no Idea how much I appreciate it. Fuck y/n. What the fuck did we do to deserve this…”, the tears began to pool once again in his beautiful deep chocolate brown eyes. I did the only thing I knew how to do as I watched his shoulders slump and his step waiver. I held him in my arms. I cradled his tear streaked face to my chest and stroked his hair until his sobbing stopped.

“Hey, you guys are fighters. We will figure something out. I know it. I’m here for you both”. The look of pain in his eyes was devastating.

“Thank you y/n”, he spoke softly as he kissed my cheek and I kissed saying goodbye.

“Call me if you or Adri need anything at all”. I felt my sister and her husband's home with a heavy heart.

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3 months later

I pulled up to Adri and Tae’s home, happy to see them. I knew it had been a while since we could all hang out. That's when the two people I loved most in the world explained their plans and how they wanted me to help.

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“What? What!? You want to artificially inseminate me with your husband's cum…Tae? I…I… I …”, I was speechless. I knew they would figure something out but never had I considered this, never had I considered being their seareget. I mean no this was different, this baby would be a part of me and a part of my sister's husband tae hyung. What the fuck. I mean I did not , do not want children but to have a baby inside me growing being half my sisters husbands baby and half mine. It was just fucking werid. I needed a fucking drink.

“Do you have any whisky?" I asked if my throat suddenly dried. After downing a drink the conversation continued.

“I wouldn't ask you if I wasn't certain I was ok with it. Y/n we are identical twins. Any children we ever have would be half of each other.” my eyes couldn't help but dart back and forth between Adri and Tae.

“And you? You're quiet”. I look at Taehyung. I bite on my lip nervously waiting for his reply.

“Are you ok knowing this baby is half mine and half yours?’ I felt my body tense at the words.

"I mean, I’m on board; if everyone is ok with it, then I’m ok with it…I just want you y/n to be 100% sure that you're ok with having a..a… a baby with.. me… that would then give up completely to belong to Adri and me…” his face was forlorn, and his eyes pained.

There was a very long silence as I thought more about the situation. I loved them so much and I would do anything for their happiness and her fate should have been mine. I would do this for her.

“I love you both so much, and although I am in shock about the ask, I'm not opposed to it; it’s just that I need time to make sure… I mean, I think we should all spend time thinking about making certain everyone is 100% on board.”

After 3 months of intense family therapy, personal therapy, and visits to the doctor, we decided to do it. I didn’t want children ever, and the doctor had a point; since Adri and I are identical twins, any babies we had would be like each other's children anyway. We drafted legal, binding contracts that I would give over my rights to the child on the day the child was born. I was to give 3 attempts to be artificially inseminated, which is what they could afford. They also wanted to ensure I was compensated. I did not want to be compensated for doing this for my sister and her husband, but they insisted I be taken care of so that I did not have to work a lot while being pregnant and both the baby and I would be worry-free and stress-free. I found that logic is rational and within reason. Now was also the perfect time to start because I was not in a committed relationship then.

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I was so fucking nervous. I didn't want to be here, yet at the same time, I carried a huge amount of guilt because the truth was I was too fucking thrilled to be here at this exact moment. I had fantasized about it far more times than I would like to admit, although it had been a while. I always did my best to keep the thoughts at bay, knowing just how fucked up it was to indulge in erotic thoughts of him. But he was fucking beautiful. His smile weakened my heart and soul. He was kind, sweet, intelligent, romantic, sexy and just fucking perfect. Tae Hyung, my sister's husband, was a fucking dream.

And here I am at an Airbnb rental, sitting in bed in his favorite color of lingerie, purple and crotchless, pussy shaved and dolled up to his tastes, all so that he could fuck me as much as possible over the next fucking 24 hours, ensuring it would stick. Who knew artificial insemination would fail. They wanted a baby so badly, a family to call their own, one I could give them. One that would have both their DNA because our DNA was identical. I needed a drink, a joint, or anything that would calm my nerves. I loved my sister, but I’d be lying if I was not a little jealous of her and Tae Hyungs relationship, but I was not destructively jealous. I had come to terms with the past over 8 years ago. The cards had been dealt, and my sister got Tae Hyung, and they were absolutely perfect together and so very in love. And I was truly happy for them. If pain and pleasure can co-exist, so can happiness and longing.

The Back Story

After 8 months, I was finally going to do it. I had a huge secret crush on the local barista guy who attended another high school than I did. I had never even told my sister because I had always felt he was out of my league and that keeping the crush to myself was better. I frequented the coffee shop where he worked two to three times a week. I was the quiet, shy twin then, and my sister was the outgoing, confident one. I was too late. The day I was ready to make my move and ask Tae Hyung to hang out and I was just too late. When I walked into the cafe that day, I saw her flirting and writing her phone number on his arm. It was a done deal. I stopped going to the cafe, and I gave him up.

After two months, I returned from a summer volunteer program for rising seniors. It was a great escape, better than watching my sister and my crush fall in love. I had just arrived. I walked through our living room and into the kitchen to cook dinner for my sister because our parents were out of town for the week on my return.

“There you are. That was a fast shower…” I recognized that deep, warm voice from anywhere and my skin tingling, feeling his warm breath against my neck. I froze, feeling his arms wrap around my waist, pulling me flush against his chest; my ass aligned perfectly against his crotch; I could feel he had a semi-hard-on. I nearly melted into his touch until I felt his lips latch onto my neck, sucking.

“I can't get enough of you…” I spring into action, breaking his hold on me, turning to face him, shoving him away from me as hard as I could.

“What the hell Adri!..what’s with you, we literally nearly fucked on your couch….?” His eyes angry as he recovered from his back making contact with the wall knocking down a kitchen decoration. Wow, I really pushed him hard.

“I– I– I’m so sorry, I just— I’m not Adri….” I covered my mouth in utter mortification at what happened. I ran past him jogging up the stairs to my room slamming the door shut and locking it.

“Adri, what is going on…I’m sorry, please just talk to me…” I heard the sounds of his feet running up the stairs.

“What is going on Tae?”I heard my sister's voice.

“What the hell? Adri? I was just talking with you downstairs, and you were fully dressed; now you're in a towel?” I could hear the panic and confusion in his voice. It was almost humorous.

“Tae! Oh my god! (laughter) My sister! She is home today. I forgot (laughter). Did you think she was me! That happens all the time when we are identical twins…”. I could hear my sister laughing, my heart clenching in my chest.

“Oh fuck…shit…” I heard Tae voice thick with guilt.

“Baby, what’s wrong…

“Fuck…I thought she was you, no wonder she…wow… she is so strong…damn… I feel terrible…I’m sorry…”.

“What happened tae…?” I heard their steps descend and their voices fall away to whispers. I heard the front door open and close.

Then came the soft tapping on my room door. I open up to my sister standing there in a towel.

“So I hear you met my boyfriend….” I playful smile on her lips.

“So what do you think? He’s so fucking hot right? Who would have known that eye candy was working down the street from us at the local coffee shop!”

She walks in, sitting on my bed, telling me how they met and filling me in on their time together in the last two months. I knew that day in my room I had to let him go. It was no one’s fault but mine; I waited too long. It was also that day that I vowed I would never live in fear and I would take risks.

Present Time:

Two hours had passed since Tae Hyung was supposed to arrive. I didn't dare text my sister. Maybe he had changed his mind. Hell, I wanted to run out of here every sound I heard, thinking that it was him coming into the room. It felt so wrong, treacherous, crazy what the three of us agreed to do. It felt insane; I was terrified I’d lose them both. Once we did this, there was no going back. Being their surrogate was one thing, but fucking my sister's husband, fucking the one who got away, was a whole other thing. Maybe I should have told her, told her he was the one that got away; perhaps we should have told the family therapist our plan; hell, I should have told my therapist. I should have told my therapist what was being asked of me, that the insemination did not work, and that my sister wanted me to fuck her husband. But she didn’t want us to talk to anyone; she didn't want us to be influenced by people who “just won't understand us''.” Another two hours passed; maybe he was not coming, or they both changed their minds. Any sane person would say that is the best option; they should just adopt or find another surrogate, for fuck sake.

Then I heard the door open. I clutched my robe more tightly, and he was here. I didn't know what to do with myself; I had already ordered room service because I was hungry and needed to eat my emotions. My sister did not want Tae Hyung or me to drink alcohol or any type of prescription drugs or drugs to make sure “the conception is free of any toxins.” But I needed something to help me relax. I stood at the bedroom door, hearing rustling, the fridge opening, what sounded like ice. Another 15 minutes passed, and I couldn't take it anymore. I took a deep breath, opened the door, and walked into the living clutching my rob tightly at my best to ensure that I had no cleavage showing. As I rounded the corner, I saw him sitting motionless, in sweats and a white t-shirt he waves tousled. I watched him bring a glass of caramel-colored liquid to his mouth. I knew it was whiskey on the rocks, his favorite. I strolled towards the adjacent couch, sitting quietly, not making eye contact. What could I say honestly? I had nothing to say other than listen to my heart pounding in my chest.

“Do you want a drink?” His deep voice breaking the silence but sounding so emotionless, so unlike him.

“Sure– I’-ll have whatever you are having…”, I answered, still not looking at him.

“I brought your favorites, do you want mojito flavor or mango?” He asked, walking into the kitchen.

“Thank you - that was thoughtful. We are not supposed to drink right? So I’ll just have a little”, my words are soft and low, I barely recognize my own voice.

“Y/N, I have already been drinking, and I don’t give a fuck what Adri say’s about this, she doesn;t understand…” His voice was agitated but I knew his tone was not meant to hurt me or directed at me. I chuckled out of nervousness and his whole, “fuck what she said” response.

“In that case I’ll start with a mojito —-”. I smile, enjoying a little bit of light heartedness in the moment. It’s when he returned with my drink that I saw it in his eyes. A similar look that must mirror his. Lost, scared and shocked and I saw that his eyes were slightly glazed over. He must have had several drinks before he made it here. And when he handed me his drink I smelled him his amazing cologne and weed, not a bad combo.

“Sorry I was late, I wanted to make sure I was in the right head space…and I wanted to fuck my wife one last time before anything happens….before….fuck….”. I watched him place his head in his hands. I couldn't help but move to his side, my body standing and then kneeling in front of him, reaching for his hands, pulling gently away, and bringing his head up to my eye level by tilting his chin. His eyes remained closed, my hands cupping his cheeks. I could feel him lean into my touch, tears streaming down his cheeks.

“Hey…we are going to get through this together, and it will all be worth it in the end. You and Adri will have a beautiful baby…you’ll get the start of the family you always wanted together…”.

“That’s exactly what she told me, y/n…god you guys are so much alike….”. He finally opened his eyes, leaning away from me and wiping his tears looking at the ceiling.

“Ok. Let's do this.” I couldn’t help but provide a tight lip smile at the sound of such a transaction. It was raw and painful, and somehow, I felt like I was selling myself at someone else's expense. Then they were this boiling-up anticipation of what I had fantasized about him fucking me relentlessly, and then there was the heavy feeling of guilt and wrongness. I just couldn't get it out of my head. It was so wrong. So So fucking wrong. I followed him to the master bedroom, still clutching my robe and drink. He walked in front of my drink in his hand and bag in the other.

After laying his bag down he pulls a vape from his pocket, turning it on and handing it to me.

“It will vibrate when it's ready. I grabbed it with my hand, my robe falling open at the top, exposing the swell of my breast, overflowing the purple babydoll bralet. I watched his eyes fall to my chest; I couldn't conceal my rapid breathing, causing my breast to heave up and down. I go to quickly close the top of my robe.

“Don’t. Just leave it like that… Please…”

I nod in silence, feeling the vape vibrate in my hand, raising it to my lips and taking a hit. He watches me. His eyes flicker from my mouth to my breast and back again as he takes large drinks of his whiskey on the rocks. My eyes fell from his eyes to his lips and then to his neck, watching his Adam’s apple bob and the veins in his hands flex at how hard he must be holding that whiskey glass.

There we were, frozen in time, both knowing what needed to happen, terrified to move.

****************** Part 2 coming soon! What do you think?

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