#first time at the gynaecologist

[hjellacott]

Why sometimes it is important to have FEMALE gynaecologists

When we talk about wanting female gynaecologists or obstetricians, we often talk about hypothetic things, so I thought I'd share my real, recent experience. I'm a grown up adult and yet I'd never gone to the gynaecologist before until recently. It all started last year, when my periods got odd. I won't go into details, but you know when your instinct urges you to get checked because you know in your gut that something is off? And you know it sounds insane if you say it out loud, and people don't believe you, but you know. So I contacted a GP, managed to convince him to take me seriously, and I got a referral for a gynaecologist. A year later, I was finally called for my appointment.

When I got my paper with my appointment, I was surprised to learn that the examination I was booked for was far more and more invasive / intense than I had thought it would be, so I got very anxious, because I've heard from friends who had terrible experiences at the gyn and I was worried sick. Will it hurt? Will they be too harsh? Will I bleed? Will I be really uncomfortable? Then I had worse concerns: will I have a dishonourable doctor/nurse who takes advantage of me? So I decided the best way to ease my concerns was to ensure that no males were in the room. A woman wouldn't rape me, a woman wouldn't touch me without knowledge of what it feels like, a woman would be able to be empathetic with me, put herself in my shoes, and try and help me. A woman wouldn't get turned on. A woman will also have had, at some point, her first intense examination and will understand my worries and anxiety. Men? They'll lack empathy, they'll be too brusque, they might sexually abuse me, they might hurt me simply because they don't know how delicate you need to be, or mansplain, or discard my concerns, or all of the above.

It was important for my doctor to be a woman.

Unfortunately, we live in the day and age where if you call your doctor, hospital or surgery in the NHS to try and ensure your doctor is a woman, sometimes you'll be met with the wrong person who will think you're transphobic and be really rude and disrespectful and refuse to help. It took me 2 days on the phone, calling a variety of hospitals, hospital departments and NHS numbers, until I was able to find a sweet lady who was happy to ensure my doctor was female and to my surprise, she didn't even ask me to explain why it was important to me.

In the end, my appointment went just fine. I had a young, understanding, caring, gentle and lovely female doctor who was also POC, so she actually gave me a lot of insight. I arrived saying "I'm so sorry but I've never done this before and i'm so anxious" and the whole time she was listening to me, comforting me, calming me, explaining me exactly what she was doing bit by bit, being patient, empathetic... She actually told me I'd done well coming and gotten checked and explained how important it was, even if it didn't seem like a big deal or even if I wasn't sexually active at the time. Unfortunately I was right and the doctor found evidence of a more serious health problem, so I'll be getting more tests and things, but I was so happy with the doctor I got. When she told me what I might have, which is something that runs in my family, I told her I didn't know anything about that problem, so she sat and patiently and kindly told me all she knew about it, explained it's a problem many women live with and that in ethnicities such as hers or mine, it could be even more common, but she gave me the magical line "us women have had to deal with things like this since always and we always pull through, so don't worry, there's a lot we can do" and I left not feeling worried at all, rather, empowered, calmer and confident.

So don't fucking undermine the importance of being able to choose exactly the doctor you want.

[i2sunric]

gynecologist sunghoon who checks up on you and makes you think that the way he touches you is part of his job and that he needs to what the problem is with you down there with touching you like that. reader is naive and nonstop apologizes for moaning and for it making her feel good. eventually she realizes because she can’t be that dumb lmao and they both just enjoy in the end

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐈𝐓 (p.sh)

a/n: let me just make this a drabble cause i don’t have the inspiration to make it long. hope you like it tho <3

“Just relax.” Sunghoon’s voice soothed when you confessed that it was your first time at the gynaecologist “It won’t hurt, I promise.”

You slowly nodded, feeling ever so small and exposed, sitting on the chair “Okay, doc.”

He gave you a sheepish smile and tugged the waistband of your panties “Let me take this off for you, mh?”

You helped him by raising your hips as he slid them off your legs and gently folded onto the table beside you “Now, put your legs here.” He told you as he pointed at the small stands on the chair.

You complied “Good girl.” He murmured and with a knob, he parted your legs until he could rest comfortably between them “Is it okay?”

You took a deep breath and nodded , “Tell me.” Sunghoon’s deep voice made you shiver “It’s okay. You can continue.”

Sunghoon nodded and started the visit, his gaze fell on your pussy and fuck— if it wasn’t the prettiest pussy he’s ever seen.

Seriously, you were so perfect, from the way you squirmed as the cold air of the room hit your sensitive skin to how you seemed so oblivious of it clenching whenever his fingers brushed against it.

“You’re healthy.” He reassured you, watching as your shoulders finally ease, tension slipping out of your body.

“Thank you—“ You were about to say but he cut you in “I need to make some more investigations, is it okay for you?”

You nodded and as you met his dark gaze, you remember you had to tell him “It’s okay.”

“Great.” Sunghoon murmured and slowly brushed his finger against your clit, making your hips jerk at the contact.

“Sorry!” You exclaimed, taken aback by the foreign feeling your body reacted “S’okay.” Sunghoon smirked.

His finger kept brushing against it and he watched as your eyes grew half lidded at the feeling. He slowly gathered your juices “I need to check if it gets wet alright.” He said a shitty excuse and brushed his finger against your sensitive bud once more.

You let out a soft hum, though you weren’t sure if it was for the strange feeling or as a reply.

“Does it feel good?” He questioned, quickening his pace just a little “I need to know.”

He also knew that if someone ever found out what he was doing, he would be fired and maybe sent to court, but how could he resist when you were literally so innocent and oblivious to his nasty acts?

You nodded, your grip on the armchair growing ever so strong when you for the itch to reach for his hair and pull his head close to your pussy “Good.”

“Bet it does.” He tsked and looked up at your beautiful face, the way your eyes struggled to keep open and your mouth fell agape. Cheeks already flushed.

“And this?” Sunghoon asked and slipped one finger inside you, cursing under his breath at how tight you were.

You let out a moan and widened your eyes. You weren’t sure why but you didn’t think that was an appropriate act from Sunghoon.

“D-doc?” You said and moaned out loud when his single digit brushed against a certain spot that had you seeing stars. “Found it.” Sunghoon murmured.

“Doc!” You exclaimed, frustrated with yourself for feeling such strong pleasure “I— I don’t think you should be doing this.”

Of course, you were naive but not stupid.

“No, I shouldn’t.” His finger brushed against your g-spot again “Do you want me to stop.”

You let out a shaky breath, debating your answers. His skilled finger moved inside of you in such a perfect way that you couldn’t even think straight, your mind clouding blissfully.

Nobody had ever touched you that way, and you had only faintly heard about how good sex was. But that was your prepping and if it felt like heaven already, you could only imagine what the afterwards felt like.

“No.” You answered, arching your back in the chair “Don’t stop.”

“Fuck.” Sunghoon cursed at the eagerness in your voice and added a second digit, struggling to even make it fit.

“You’re so tight.” He commented, having to spit on your pussy to make it wetter, so that it wouldn’t hurt to thrust his digits inside of you.

You moaned, head falling back. You felt so full, so good.

“D-doc.” You murmured “Call me Sunghoon.” He demanded and you complied “Sunghoon!”

He felt you clenching around him “Fuck, you’re almost pushing me out at how tight you are.” He bit his bottom lip, feeling his pants growing restrained by the minutes ticking.

“Mh.” You hummed in pleasure, your back arching from the chair “Sunghoon..”

“Yes, Y/N?” He asked and the way his name rolled out of his tongue, so sinful, it made you squeeze your eyes shut.

“Feels funny.” You frowned and Sunghoon chuckled, knowing very well what you meant “Does it, now?”

His fingers rubbed against your spongy walls and thrusted in and out, trying to bring you closer to the edge.

You cried out as you felt a knot tighten in your stomach “Don’t stop.” You panted as pleasure started overtaking your senses.

“I won’t stop.” He reassured “Just let it go, baby.” Your eyes rolled back at his pace quickening, the squelching sounds of your wet pussy filling the whole room.

Fortunately, you were the last patient of the day and no one was most likely to be in the waiting room.

“Cum for me.” At his words your whole body squirmed in the sit, moaning out. Your orgasm washed you in a such a delicious way, little trembles rocked through you.

Sunghoon rode you out of your orgasm, his fingers still slowly moving inside of you until you calmed down and he slipped them out, making you moan at the loss.

He looked at his cum-coated digits and almost came on spot himself. He put them in his mouth and sucked them clean, humming at your sweet feeling.

“You even taste so good, don’t you?” He chuckled and got up, handing you back your panties.

“I told you it wouldn’t hurt.” You nodded, a little sweaty from the act.

Thank you, doc.” You blushed “For everything.”

Sunghoon just smirked at you “I’m looking forward our next meeting, Y/N.”

[glitterjay]

can u do gynaecologist enha (whichever member u want) with patient reader?

ifnotitsokayiunderstandimjustobsessedwithyourwriting

Also can I be🦢anon?

⭒ gynecologist!sunghoon, fingering, head implied (f. receiving) , suggestive content minors dni

⭒ c's note: this is a new approach, and i've never been to a gynecologist before, so im sorry if it's bad ㅜㅜ welcome to the club, 🦢'anon! do let me know if you liked it or not

⭒ due to popular demand, you can find part 2 here

⭒ taglist: @hollyoongs @moon7jay @wondipity @fertilizedtoesw @kwiwin @enhabooks

you were quite nervous, to say the least, about visiting the gynecologist. you just wanted to get a checkup to make sure everything was right with your body, but since it was your first time, you were shy and embarrassed.

you had arrived at the place of your appointment just in time, walking straight into the doctor's office.

it took you by surprise to see a man. you had told yourself that a woman would be taking care of you, so you shouldn't be so embarrassed by this at all.

he noticed your shocked expression and asked you to take a seat by the desk, adjusting the glasses that were just about to fall off the tip of his nose. "you might have been expecting, dr. kim in here, but she had to go out. i'm dr. park, sunghoon park. there's no need to worry, i'll take good care of you."

his voice was deep yet soft, and it made butterflies appear in your tummy. you blushed, looking away from him and scanning the things adorning the room.

"i see that you came in just for a checkup. is it your first time?" you nodded, playing with your fingers as you looked down at them. the oen he was holding seemed to be from the college he attended and the year of his cohort. to your surprise, it was just a year before you graduated yourself.

"im gonna need you to lay in that bed over there for me, please."

you did as told, still fidgeting with your hands. he was getting ready for your check up, and he had to admit you looked very pretty.

"alright," he sat in front of the bed, and pulled out a robe. "there's a bathroom right over there. you can go change into this so your checkup can start."

-

sunghoon had started conversation so you could feel less nervous. you had find out he was indeed a year above you in college, and has been working ever since graduation. it was a small world, and you were glad you didn't know him until today, or else it would've been worse.

the latex gloves he's was wearing were close against your sensitive skin. it send shivers up your spine every time sunghoon moved and touched. it was until a small moan left your mouth that sunghoon noticed what his hands were causing.

it was as if an angel had ascended straight from heaven to sing. sunghoon's body count was big, but he had never heard such a beautiful and melodious voice before.

he glanced over at the door, making sure it was locked, and went straight to business.

his long index finger started gathering the juices that were leaving your body, his eyes gleaming at the sight before him. he didn't lose anything, right? after all, both of you would win something.

"your body is perfectly healthy," he said, his fingers trying to stuff back the juices making your cunt glow. was it weird what he was doing? probably, but it had this weird and addictive feeling growing within you, so you didn't tell him to stop.

sunghoon inserted his whole index finger, curling it up as soon as he could. this made your body jump a little, allowing him to hear another wonderful moan.

he kept fingering you for a while, adding more fingers as he went on. as soon as your walls started to clench around him, he stopped.

he lowered the chair he was sitting on, so now his face was right in front of your exposed heat. he was staring at it like a hungry man, and you blushed when he looked up at you through his glasses.

"it looks pretty," he said. "perfectly taken care of, and I bet it tastes amazing too."

[d4yl1ghts]

Hey!

Can you make a Mark Sloan fanfic?

Y/n and Mark Sloan are a couple and they are expecting their first child together which they had found out three weeks ago. They were surprised when y/n had found out that she was pregnant but Mark was thrilled about it.

Y/n has started with morning sickness and she was tired of it, every morning she woke up feeling nauseous. Mark felt bad for his girlfriend since she was feeling the way she felt, he was just trying to be there for her.

They have an ultrasound today.

Y/n is working at the hospital as an attending and she is really close friend to Callie Torres who also is pregnant.

Something with Mark just being there for his pregnant girlfriend, and how she falls even more in love with him everyday.

change

mark sloan x pregnant, fem!reader

summary: you’re struggling with the changes you’re undergoing through your pregnancy but mark helps you

warnings: pregnancy

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It was six in the morning currently and you’d yet again been awoken by morning sickness. You hastily walked to the bathroom (your room fortunately had an en-suite bathroom). You grabbed your hair before throwing up in the toilet. A cold hand pressed against your back and took your hair. You leaned against him, you could tell it was Mark by the feel of his hands.

Luckily for you, today you were meant to be at work early so the morning sickness wasn’t wasted. “Get back into bed, baby. I’ll make something for you.”, Mark said as he headed to the kitchen. “You don’t have to, babe.”, you replied but your regretted that when you felt the soft mattress of your bed. “Never mind, please do.”, you shouted to him. He just chuckled.

Mark called you into your spacious kitchen and placed a plate of toast and eggs in front of you. “Thank you.”, you kissed his lips tenderly.

Once you had finished your breakfast, you put something casual on and got in the passenger seat as you waited for Mark. As you messed with the radio trying to find the best station, you heard the car door slam abruptly, indicating that Mark was ready to leave. “Ready?”, he asked you. “Yeah.”, you responded.

“Did you know that I already ordered a crib?”, he questioned. “No… aww that’s so cute, Mark, you’re such a dad.”, you stated as you reached over to squeeze his hand. “I also got some toys, don’t worry they’re gender-neutral.”, he added. “You’re so sweet and thoughtful, Mark!”, you said in a teasing manner but you really meant your words, Mark knew this though despite your mischievous take on it.

Mark helped you it the car after parking, even though you were only twelve weeks pregnant and had no bump at all, he would still insist on helping you the most he could. “I have an ultrasound today, it is at three, can you make it?”, you asked. “I believe I’m in surgery at two and it’s a long one. I’ll try and make it but if not would you be able to print me the photos?”, he questioned kindly.

“I always get the photos anyway, I’ll just go with Callie since she has one booked just before mine.” Mark nodded his head. You were an orthopaedic attending and so you and Callie were quite close, especially now due to you being pregnant at the same time.

Mark let go of your hand as he headed to get changed into his scrubs. You got changed into yours before catching up on your rounds.

Before long, it was two fifty and so you made your way to the OB/GYN ward. Callie walked out. “Hi, how was it?”, you asked sweetly as she sat next to you. “It was great, look at her now.”, she said as you looked at the ultrasound picture. “She? Is that an instinct?”, you questioned. “Yeah. You know I just have that feeling she’s going to be a girl. What about yours?”, she reciprocated. “Hmm, I’m not sure, maybe girl as well actually.”

“Y/N Y/L/N.”, the receptionist called out. “Come on.”, you walked over to a gynaecologist who had just walked out. Turns out it was the one Callie had just had. You lifted up your shirt as the doctor put the cold gel against your stomach. “This will be cold.”, she stated matter-of-factly. She placed the wand against the gel and on the screen you could just make out your baby. You stared in disbelief, you couldn’t believe you and Mark were really having a baby. “Would you be able to print off two sets of the sonogram, please?”, you asked kindly. “My boyfriend’s in surgery right now, so…”, you added, feeling the need to explain yourself.

As you exited the room, you found Mark just walking into the waiting room. “Hey, baby.”, he called you over as he noticed you. “How was it? Did you get the pictures?”, he asked you excitedly. “I’m so sorry I missed it. It was a mandatory surgery that I needed to be in for.”, he explained. “Babe, it’s fine. I work as a surgeon too, you don’t need to explain yourself.”, you kissed him to ease his worries. “Here’s the sonogram.”, you handed him one set of them.

“Aww, I can barely make her out. She’s so little.”, he said. “Do you think our baby is a girl?”

“Hmm?”, he asked, not paying attention to what you asked as he stared at the images. “You said her.”

“Oh, yeah. What do you think she is?”, he questioned. “Me and Callie were just talking about this. I think she’ll also be a girl.”, you stated. “I’m kind of hoping for a girl.”, Mark muttered gently. “You do give me the vibes of a girl dad.”, you joked. He laughed. You stared deeply into his eyes and he pressed a soft kiss to your temple. “I love you.”, you smiled. “I love you and our baby more.”, he replied as he smiled.

[harryistheonlyoneforme]

Harry Styles Masterlist

Series

Ruin (complete) - in which an innocent YN goes into her very first gynaecology appointment unsure of what she should expect. her first visit is definitely not what she’d expected [gynaecologist harry]

Just A Little Taste (ongoing) - in which YN books a much needed massage appointment from someone named H. Styles. Imagine her surprise when the most beautiful man she’s ever seen arrives for her massage [masseuse harry]

One Shots

Spreading You Open* - in which harry and yn are late for a dinner party because he just needs a taste of her [ceo harry]

Adjustment* - in which yn has an attitude and harry fixes it [fiancè harry]

Quality Time* - in which harry and yn spend some quality time on the couch [cottage core harry]

Maison* - in which harry returns home after being away and just wants to be close to his wife [ceo harry]

Align* - in which yn is bent over doing yoga and harry wants her to stay just like that [stepdad harry]

Wake Up Call* - in which harry comes home after a long flight to a wonky ac and a wife who’s fast asleep [nhl player harry]

Restless* - yn is needy after seeing harry come home after a match, but he needs his rest [boxer harry]

Grumpy* - in which harry comes home to yn in a bad mood and makes all of those nasty feelings go away [nhl player harry]

Just One More* - in which yn is ready for a baby and harry can’t get enough [nhl player harry]

Focus* - in which yn keeps eyeing harry’s arms and he puts them to good use [dad’s best friend harry]

Little Freak*- a sneaky YN decides to tease her secret boyfriend from across the room, and Harry doesn’t like his patience tested [dads bestfriend harry] Tastes So Sweet* - Harry and YN indulge after a day out together [bestfriend harry]

Partition* - in which yn is mad at harry and he lets her take her frustrations out on him [ceo harry]

Got Me Right Where You Want Me* - YN and Harry spend a day on the golf course together, but she won’t make it easy for him [ceo harry]

Kiss in the Kitchen like it’s a Dance Floor* - Harry comes home after a long day at work and wants nothing more than to spend an evening with his wife. She never fails to remind him of how they’re perfect for each other [ceo harry]

Simplicity* - Something as simple as Harry scrolling on his phone can send a pregnant Yn into a frenzy [ceo harry]

Can’t Get You Off My Mind* - with YN’s mother out of town for the weekend, and most likely Harry, YN has decided to get a little wild. what she doesn’t know is that she should check her sources before inviting people into her home [dads bestfriend harry]

Could We Live With Just A Taste* - Harry and YN decide to make some vegan weed brownies that she saw on tiktok and end up eating way more than the recommended amount. The both of them being heavily intoxicated leads to an unexpected end to the night [plug harry]

I Don’t Wanna Talk To You* - YN shows up to Harry’s house for an impromptu visit and what she finds literally flips her upside down [cheater harry]

I Just Want What’s Mine* - Harry and YN attend a pack party, and when she decides to tease him, he shows her why she shouldn’t [werewolf harry]

Walk Through Fire For You - after a draining week at work, Harry takes it upon himself to try and make YN feel better [roommate/bestfriend harry]

subspace*

Harry fingering YN in the mirror*

Thigh riding and finger sucking*

Quickie* Part 2* [DBF Harry]

One of Harry’s employees is rude to YN without knowing who she is [CEO Harry]

pregnant reader wants to ride ceo harry*

mafia harry goes on a tampon run*

first mother’s day without yn [widower harry]

~

[munariplans]

is there someone else? pt.2 | n. romanoff

part 2 of is there someone else? | read part 3

synopsis: wherein reader navigates her feelings for both natasha and wanda, and ultimately makes a choice.

natasha romanoff x reader | slight wanda maximoff x reader

word count: 9.6k words

masterlist

“are you happy?” lately, those words came out a lot from the people around you. steve asking you about your relationship with natasha the night she had not only disobeyed your orders on a mission, but also berated you in front of the others. wanda asking if you were really going to stay with natasha long-term in the quinjet home from the night she almost kissed you. and now, natasha asking if you were happy about her pregnancy. 

you had shrugged to steve then, clutching your bleeding side and letting the medical bay doctors examine your wound, using the excuse of the injury to shrug him off. as happy as i can be, you said. 

for wanda, you had only shook your head, honestly replying that you weren’t, and you knew natasha wasn’t either, but you were too scared to ask for a divorce and she was still willing to try for something you wanted to give up at. and then, you had to reinforce that you still couldn’t start anything new with wanda, bitterly.

Now, with Natasha in your lap and her hands cradling your jaw, years of vulnerability, insecurity, and anxiousness built up into the reflection behind her eyes, you found it hard to say anything at all. Pregnancy was supposed to be something the both of you had wanted; for nearly a year now, and you couldn’t believe that your relationship had soured to a point where the woman you loved was afraid of your reaction to finally getting what you wanted. You felt terrible.

You evaded Natasha’s question entirely. All you could reply with was, “How many weeks?”

She noticed, but as you readjusted her on your lap, relieving the weight off of your injured ribs; she could only smile sadly. “I just found out on our anniversary, while you were away. Probably two, three weeks?”

“Okay.” Natasha watched you nod. This was the first time in weeks she had had her body pressed up against yours, holding onto your embrace and having your arms around her, and she was so afraid the moment was going to be gone so soon. 

“So does that mean…” she searched your eyes, “...We’re okay? We’re back together…?”

You broke eye contact, staring off into space for a while. The almost-kiss, the relief you felt when you thought Natasha was going to end things, the life you imagined with someone else. It was almost as if you could physically feel all of it; love and control, slipping away from you. 

You contemplated telling Natasha of Wanda’s feelings. But then everything else, the repercussions, the anguish, the what-ifs, would just be too much; and you know the woman was hoping for a positive reaction from you. You would keep Wanda’s secret, and safety, from your wife, for as long as you could in exchange for the possibility of happiness you could still share with Natasha. 

In response, you brought her in for a kiss, smiling as best as you could to alleviate her worries. “Of course. For the baby, and for the woman I love, of course.”

Natasha giggled in happiness, bringing your hand to rest along her tummy, and your heart squeezed with guilt at the joy written all over her face.

–

“Is this your first time?” Natasha’s gynaecologist asked, staring you up and down while your wife changed back from her hospital gown. You felt the scrutiny under her stare, and subconsciously straightened your posture. 

Nodding, you were aware your arms were crossed in defence of yourself. She turned around as Natasha reappeared to ask you for help with her zipper, and when you came back out, she nonchalantly passed the comment of, “You don’t look too happy about it.”

Your heart sank, trying to laugh off the hurt with, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

She shrugged, pointing her clipboard to the direction of Natasha’s changing room. “That woman in there is a medical miracle. To be able to get pregnant under her circumstances, and considering she isn’t so young, I just thought…you would be more ecstatic.”

“You a shrink before becoming a gynaecologist, doctor?”

“Please,” she laughed, “Psychology is the furthest thing I wanted to touch in medical school. I just deduced from the happiness on her face, and the lack thereof, on yours. But what do I know, right? I’m just your doctor.”

“Right.”

The both of you watched as Natasha came out, and while she thanked the nurses and prepared to leave, the doctor leaned in to you again. “Is there anything I should know, ma’am? I’m only looking out for the mother and baby, and I’m working for their best interests, not mine or yours.”

You gave her a weird look, and a non-commital grunt as you signed the papers, but she was strangely perceptive. “If there’s someone else out there, someone waiting for you that is not her, as I have seen with many other partners before, I always suggest for you to end it. For the sake of both of them now, not just her.”

You found yourself hovering over Wanda’s contact on the drive home, the urge to call her almost instinctual. 

– 

After the doctor’s appointment, you had cooked Natasha lunch; with her choosing to pack and eat it out in the field, where the others were having a Sports Day. She was content enough just watching them, but out of the corner of her eye, she could spot you hunched over, elbows on your knees, a slight resigned look of misery on your face. To any other person, it could have just looked like you were bored, or tired, but Natasha had been seeing those expressions so frequently lately; she had deduced what they meant herself. Those expressions only came up when you were longing to spend time with anyone but her. 

“You can still join them, you know?” Natasha chimed in, “I’m sure Peter wouldn’t mind you subbing in for him. Kid looks exhausted.”

She remembered all the times she held you back; the life you had chosen to stay with her, instead of the life you could have had if you hadn’t married her. Even before the strain in your marriage, before her insecurities with Wanda entered the picture, Natasha often struggled to accept the fact that you chose her, out of everyone and everything. 

giving up a promotion as head of the new STRIKE team because it would relocate you to somewhere in the mountains of switzerland, being the one to hold clint’s arrow back from that one faithful mission, even standing up to fury and the rest of the executive directors who held a shadow of a doubt towards her loyalty when she had run off after the events of what tony called civil war; she found it hard to imagine anyone else willing to do a shred of those things for her. 

“I hardly know the game standings by now.” You said, rubbing your eyes from exhaustion. “There’s no point.” 

Natasha wanted to protest, but your hand reached out to hers, albeit in an attempt to comfort her and to ask her to not fight you on it, but your touch felt cold and foreign. Then, it was when she noticed who your eyes had been on for the whole game. 

She wondered if you would have been happier if you hadn’t been with her at all. If you had been there, playing the game against Wanda, celebrating your team’s win with and for her. Instead, here you were, right beside her, eyes tired from staying up all night to help her through her bouts of nausea, making warm drinks and small snacks for her to still nourish herself, staying back from the Sports Day you were so looking forward to for the past few weeks just to accompany her to the doctor’s. She wondered if the small scan she was planning to put up by her bedside, and you planned to keep in your wallet, even gave you the same amount of joy it gave her. 

When she had finished her meal, she noticed you hadn't even touched yours. 

– 

“Just go for it.”

“No. I’m staying.”

“Please go,” Natasha begged, already having her hands around your shoulders, trying to get you to get up from the bed. “I already have your dress picked out for you, you just have to get dressed and head down.”

You groaned, playfully digging your head deeper into the pillow as Natasha tried to lift you up. For a pregnant woman, albeit still in her early days of her first trimester, she was much stronger than you thought she was. As she pulled you into a sitting position, you laid your head against her midriff, arms around her waist. 

“I’ll be fine here alone, you know,” she assured, but you shook your head against her body. 

“No. What if another Ultron-esque invasion happens again? And I won’t be here to protect you?” 

Natasha chuckled, threading her fingers through your hair. “I can protect myself. Have you forgotten I was an assassin and double agent? Besides, we have Vision now, too. All thanks to Ultron.”

You looked up to her, doubt still clouding your features, but Natasha was adamant. “Go. How many parties have you missed because of me? Just because I’ve been advised not to have too much fun doesn’t mean you have to as well. Do it for me, please?”

She smiled when you finally stood up, giving the black halter gown a second look. 

–

“Have fun,” she said, giving you a peck on the cheek. The sentence had only been half-truthful. 

I love you too much to keep you shackled here with me; but I sincerely hope that you don’t find someone else who will make you realise you deserve better tonight. 

She watched you go, Clint sticking by your side and turning around as you both entered the lift, giving her a sympathetic look. He knew all too well of her feelings tonight; and had promised to look out for you too Natasha knew it was the hormones; but it hurt her so much to watch you leave that it brought a fresh wave of tears to her eyes she had tried to keep down for the night. 

–

You should have guessed that a party organised for Pepper’s birthday would involve Tony pulling all of the stops; falling short of nothing but Great Gatsby-esque glamour and celebrations. Twice a dancer had tried their hardest to pull you to the dance floor with them, sparkling champagne towers in hand and live jazz ensembles all around the venue. 

“Come on, you haven’t drank in months, you’re holding back now?!” An agent from your academy days, his name now fuzzy with the alcohol in your system, roared as he tipped back yet another shot of liquor into your mouth, the taste burning your throat. 

You pushed back his bottle, giving yourself time to regain your composure. “My wife’s not feeling so good, I can’t–go home drunk–”

“Nat’ll understand, don’t worry so much,” he raised to tip the bottle again, your world spinning now, but was abruptly pulled back. He yelped, falling back on the sofa. 

Suddenly, lithe arms were around your waist, pulling you away from the agent. In your drunken haze, you reached out to touch the face of who it was, but the person was already pulling you away, further and further from the loud lights and music. 

Fresh air hit your cheeks as the balcony door opened, and you finally recognised the shoes that had been dragging you throughout the party. 

“Wanda.”

“I’ve got you,” she helped you sit against the wall of the tiny space protruding from her own room, and closed the doors right after, “You’re safe with me.”

You grinned, remembering Natasha’s words earlier. “Have you forgotten I was an assassin and double agent?”

“You’re neither of those things when you’re wasted.” Wanda took the seat beside you, pressing her body against yours to ensure you didn’t fall over. You laughed against her shoulder, letting the stars in your vision fizzle out before you could see her again. 

Wanda smelled like cinnamon and flowers, the smell slowly becoming more and more familiar to you. She let you get your bearings together for a few minutes, before readjusting yourself to lean your head against the wall instead. Choosing not to speak, Wanda wanted to enjoy the first time in weeks the two of you had been alone. Ever since that mission; ever since that night. 

Finally, you sighed, breaking the silence and turning to her, your eyes glassy and red. “I had–have–feelings for you.”

She was about to reply, to say something along the lines of expressing her relief, or adoration, for you, when you put a hand up, continuing with, “But I cannot act on them, you and I know why. I’m not sure if what I feel for you is love, probably something close to it, but I know what I feel for Natasha. And I cannot have that with you.  Wanda, you have been here for me through one of the toughest few months of my life, and for it I am eternally grateful. But I also have a duty and responsibility as a wife for Natasha. Of course, you have shown me acceptance and love, butterflies and excitement for the future, I cannot deny that, but I cannot be what you want, what you need. And I refuse to string you along for the possibility of me leaving my wife, Wanda, you deserve so much better.”

Lowering your gaze to your lap, Wanda watched as you professed, “I’m sure you know Natasha and I have been trying for a baby for a while now.”

“Clint told me it’s been more than a year.” 

Nodding, you looked back up, steeling yourself. “Well, we’re finally successful. Natasha’s pregnant.” 

Wanda’s mouth fell into an O shape, half in realisation, half in surprise. The arm around your shoulders faltered, and you carefully let it drop back to her side. “Oh.” 

“I know you don’t know how to feel,” you spoke up, “And I don’t expect you to be happy for me, for us. But I am telling you this, now, because I am choosing…to be responsible. For the child, more than anything else. I love Natasha, and perhaps you too, but the child takes priority over my own feelings, my own heart. Natasha needs me now more than ever, and while it will take time, I’m sure, to repair or even go back to how we once were, I can’t abandon her, Wanda. I need to stay with Natasha.” 

Your hands were cold as you explained, desperately, to the woman before you. Never one to cry, you hated that there were tears in the back of your eyes this time, watching Wanda’s expression turn from shock, to disappointment, and finally, a brave front, smiling and nodding sadly at you. 

“I really am sorry; for perhaps leading you on, for making you feel things I shouldn’t have expressed. And I do treasure you, so very much, Wanda, but I cannot leave my wife, my marriage, and now my child too, for you.” 

But Wanda only reached out for your hand then, the warmth in her touch your final leap towards sobriety for the night. “I understand.” 

She saw your eyebrows furrow for a minute, before asking, “You do?”

Swallowing the lump in her throat, and the sinking of her heart, Wanda nodded. “I knew it was stupid anyway, my feelings for you. You were married, and while I have only admired you from afar all these years, wishing I could be her, having your kindness and bravery to come home to every night, I thought…I thought I had a chance. And when I saw just how badly Natasha was treating you, it sparked something in me too; I was angry and bitter, I knew you deserved better, but I realise that better is not me. It’s still her, and will always be her. You could have been my Romeo for all I cared, but at the end of the day, I always knew Natasha was your Juliet, no matter what.” 

Your hand squeezed over Wanda’s one, her confession of your unrequited love tugging at the guilt in your heartstrings. “To be fair, in another life, we could’ve really given this a shot. I think your love would’ve come back; in a different form, or different circumstances, and I would’ve been there to love you back. I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t be,” Wanda laughed, a wet chortle that seemed much too joyful for her current state; red faced and tears streaming down her face, “Just that is enough, I think. Knowing you felt a fraction of what I did for you for years, the hope, the longing, of it all. I need to let you go, give up your ghost beside me, and while it isn’t going to be easy, I hope at least the process is kind.” 

“In another life.” She confirmed, letting you rub away the tear tracks on her cheeks, leaning in to press a kiss on them as the alcohol and your lips both burned the skin they landed on. “And I’m happy for you, truly. Congratulations to you and Natasha on the baby.” 

-

Hungover and the remnants of the previous night’s bash still pounding loudly in his head, Tony Stark was not looking forward to the meeting he had forgotten was organised the morning after Pepper’s party. He had wanted to only sit in, listen, glower at righteous Steve Rogers with no alcohol in his system explain the weekly objectives for the team, and head back. No holdups, no interferences. His head was killing him.

But as he entered through the double glass doors of the meeting room, the scene that greeted him only made his headache worse. 

Natasha was absolutely fuming; stood in front of the team presenting her findings for the week, arms crossed. Her vision was glaring directly at you, and so was everyone else’s. 

You, on the other hand, were sprawled out at the furthest chair in the back, staring back at her and not backing down. 

“Whoa,” Tony broke the silence in the room, “What is this really weird energy that I just walked into?”

It was meant to be a joke, cutting through the tension and to get someone to hopefully fill him up to speed on yet another argument between the two of you, but Natasha then diverted her anger towards him, and Tony knew the moment he screwed up. Tears welled behind the Black Widow’s eyes, and she swiped at them furiously as a choked sob left her, bumping into his shoulder as she immediately rushed out of the room. 

“I went through with the report for her insubordination,” you explained, when everyone suddenly turned their attention back to you, “Fury suspended her for two weeks.”

“Really?” Steve cut in, but you held your hand up before he could continue.

“It wasn’t because I purposely wanted to be a dick, or to report my own wife for betraying my orders, but the fact that she directly put herself in a line of fire when we had obviously discussed and agreed upon not doing it, in front of newer agents on the team, what kind of example would we be setting for the new guys?”

“Don’t you think it’s too much?” Clint chided, “I mean, I’m pretty sure Nat knows what she’s doing. And your own wife, for Christ sake…”

“No, but come on,” you straightened, outstretching your hands in explanation, “This was a matter of team safety! If we had let it slide–”

“–You let it slide when you and Barton were supposed to take her out on that one mission on the KGB. And look where we are now.” Steve said, and he hit a sore spot.

You bit your tongue, a comment that would have not been the nicest begging to slip out of your lips, when Tony finally sighed. He turned to you, and in a tone more serious than he had ever been, asked, “Is there something else that you are unhappy with? About Romanoff?” 

He continued. “I don’t want to point fingers or say that we’re all against you here. I mean, you’re one of us, you always have been, but I’m sure you’ve noticed that things… haven't been the same recently. Is everything okay between you and Natasha?” 

You knew what he was implying. “You’re saying I’m ruining the dynamic of the team.”

“Not all the blame is on you, but…” Tony gulped, nodding to replace his answer. 

–

“How about a honeymoon?” Fury asked, watching you pace about his office. You had taken particular interest in the minimal decorations on his shelf, refusing to make direct eye contact with him for the past hour. 

“I doubt she’d want to go anywhere remotely far with me. Should see the mountain of pillows she builds between us each night; it seems like pregnancy’s only made her hate me even more.” Finding comfort on the sofa right  across from him, you leaned your head back in the presence of your closest friend in the compound. Only Fury knew of her pregnancy, with you and Natasha agreeing to keep it private from the others until the time was right. 

He shrugged. “You guys never had a honeymoon, and I just felt it was mostly my fault, is all.”

“She needed a green card to escape the KGB, I was single, we got married with you as the only witness out of convenience, not a big deal, really,” you quipped, “In a way, you played matchmaker for us even early on.”

“An arranged marriage works wonders for my two coldest assassins, right?” 

“We’re pregnant now, so there’s your answer. Not the most happy, or successful, of marriages, but I’ll give you that, Nick.”

But the man was still your boss, as he cruelly reminded you, handing you your resignation papers for the next three months. 

“Three months; the first trimester, that’s it. Just you and her, space to sort out your marital problems and get back together with us again. I can’t have you ruining the team more than you have, Agent. It worked for Clint and Laura, and Tony and Pepper, I have to have you and Natasha work too.”

He turned to leave, another meeting calling out for him in the next moment, but not before he stopped at the door, and uttered words you had been dreading to hear the whole week.

“And for God’s sake, it’s your wife, Agent. You have every right to be angry at her for insubordination, or how she’s been treating you these few months, but you forget so conveniently that she’s pregnant; something so foreign to someone like her. You tell me you gave up Wanda for her, but that’s not noble, it was only right. 

Hold her responsible, tell her what’s been bothering you, and work through it. No more running. She needs you as much as you need her. You can’t treat this like any other mission; have some heart and take care of her, will you?”

–

Before leaving, Clint had asked to see you one last time. In the shooting range, where he shot arrows and you watched, he tried to convince you to see things from Natasha’s point of view. 

“I mean, just try to see things from her perspective, you know? When Laura and I were having problems–”

“–Clint, I didn’t really come here for a lecture.”

An arrow whizzed past your head, but Clint’s intimidation did not make you flinch. “That’s the problem. You don’t listen, you never do.”

He sighed, letting another one fly. “You need to listen, to let Natasha speak and give her space to tell you what’s really bothering her. You know how she is, it’s not easy for her to open up about her problems; ever so headstrong.”

“And if you want a shot at getting back to what you two were before this…before all of this…you should treat her like such; do the little things. They matter. Take her out on a date once in a while, give her flowers, treat her like the queen she is to you. I’m not Natasha, and I’m not the most privy to your relationship, but I do know your kindness, and the patience you gave her was ultimately what led her to fall in love with you too. I’m sure she’d still like to see that side of you by her side for the rest of her life.”

Out of the corner of Clint’s eye, he saw you hold your fist to your throat, swallowing the lump that was trying to form. When you got up and left without another word, he knew you were suppressing the tears that threatened to fall in front of him. 

–

Natasha opted to wait by the car while you said temporary goodbyes to the rest of the team, and you didn’t fail to catch the hurt in her eyes, still, when Wanda reached in to pull you for a hug too. She had smiled at you, but you kept the hug brief and uttered a see you right after, rushing to Natasha’s side in a hurry. 

You held her hand as you walked up to the car together, and when the cool breeze of the wind hit her cheeks, Natasha felt you let go for a brief moment, only to feel the warmth of your sweater enveloping her in the next. With the smell of you flooding her senses, Natasha felt her cheeks warm too, as you grinned.

“You still look so tiny in it.”

She rolled her eyes, letting you open the car door for her. “Shut up, it’s oversized on you too.” 

But her annoyance was feigned, appreciation genuine, as she reached out for your hand again in the car, never letting go of it throughout your drive to the remote cabin.

–

The first night of your getaway together, you caught Natasha placing a hand on her lower abdomen as she checked herself out in the mirror of your bedroom. She turned left, then right, and scrutinised her body even further. A frown etched on her face, you could tell something was bothering her.

“Dinner’s ready.” She startled hearing your voice, hurriedly pulling her top back down, but she knew you had already seen enough. 

Leaning against the wall, you offered her a smile, a space to tell you what was wrong. In any other circumstance, Natasha would have tried to avoid the topic altogether, but she knew you would not let it go without her telling you. 

“It just feels unreal,” she managed, “Still. That I’m pregnant. That we’re having a baby. I somehow still think my body is lying to me, the doctors are lying to me. Some sick prank that the universe is playing on me.”

When she looked over at you, your face was hidden by the shadows from the door, and her worry instantly crept back. “I mean, it’s stupid–”

“–It’s not stupid to me.” Suddenly, the embrace of your arms around her body was all her mind registered, as her own arms wrapped around yours back. 

Holding her tight, you pressed a kiss to the crown of her hair, murmuring, “It’s not stupid, and it’s real, Natasha. I know you’re so used to all this self-doubt, and rejection, even from your own body, but it’s real. This is real, and you are amazing. You are going to bring life into this world, and god forbid if I won’t be here with you for it too.”

You coaxed her back to the dining room slowly, wiping the tear tracks on her cheek as she followed after you. At dinner, you caught her eyeing another serving of the pasta, but shamefully looking away as she remembered what it would mean for her weight, which was already steadily rising. 

Natasha watched you scoop a small helping for yourself, and offering her the large portion of the remainder of the pasta. I don’t want it to go to waste, you had said as nonchalantly as you could, accompanying her as she blissfully took another forkful of her replenished plate. 

You played the music on the turntable that night, while Natasha insisted on doing the dishes. Watching her then, the music flowing through her veins and the soft sway of her hips as she moved to the rhythm, an almost foreign, faintly familiar feeling of butterflies began to bloom in your stomach again. 

–

The next morning, when the pasta resurfaced in the form of vomit through Natasha’s morning sickness, you were there to hold her hair back, sleepily rubbing her own back and reassuring her that she was going to be okay. 

Natasha teared up at the discomfort, but you were there to help her wash up, making a hot drink for her before lulling her back to sleep to properly rest. And while she slept, you sneaked off to prepare breakfast for her. 

When you returned, Natasha was clutching the shirt you slept in, nuzzling her nose into it for comfort and whispering your name in her sleep. 

–

a week into the start of your new life together, you were gardening in the small patch overlooking the fields outside, while natasha sat and watched you while she did paperwork for the team. It was the first full week in she had not lashed out, and you had not avoided her in anger and retaliation, and as she felt her hand subconsciously lay on her stomach again, she whispered a thanks to the baby not yet showing for the newfound relationship they had helped establish for the both of you. 

“What are you going to do tomorrow?” She asked, while you laid down fresh soil for the vegetables. 

You shrugged. “The sunflowers may need repotting, we have a problem with one of the hinges from the bathroom door, so I’ll be fixing that, and…” you trailed off, before remembering, “...I can make you that smoothie Clint was telling us about, the one he made for Laura when she wasn’t feeling so good. The kale is almost ripe.”

It was the first infliction that made Natasha second-guess your words for the first time in a while. “That sounds disgusting.”

She had expected you to laugh it off, or even dismiss it altogether as a joke, but you put down your hand shovel then, and paused, staring into the fields beyond. “It’s good for you, and the baby. Extra nutrition on top of your prenatals can’t hurt.”

“I’m not that weak, though, to be needing that,” Natasha rebutted, “Laura only needed it because she had some issues with Nathaniel, I’m perfectly fine with our baby.”

When you failed to answer immediately, Natasha sat straighter, voice louder, “Are you saying I’m not strong enough to carry this baby without a crutch? That I need to drink nutritional smoothies and take extra medication and precautions just so I don’t fuck this all up for you?”

You turned around this time, the same look you always had when she sparked yet another heated debate adorned, the same look Natasha had not missed seeing at all. 

“I never said that. God, Nat, I just wanted to do a nice gesture, to make sure you’re not missing out on any nutrition, that’s all. If you didn’t want it you could’ve just said so.”

With a sigh, you moved to keep your gardening tools, the mood to continue clearly ruined, and a familiar feeling of dread and fear rose within Natasha. Even if you were there with her, even if she knew you were only going inside to clear your head, it looked all too similar to you leaving her all over again. The resigned look on your face, the heaviness in your steps, Natasha had dreamed too many times of this scenario unfolding. 

“Wait!” She stopped you from opening the door and going in, suddenly embracing you from the back and holding tight. You made a move to protest, but her grip was firm, tears already soaking the back of your shirt. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she whispered, hoping you would understand, “I’m so sorry. I was horrible.”

Your heartbeat palpable to her ears, Natasha then felt you slowly let go of the door handle, and brought your arms over hers. “It’s okay, Nat.” 

“You just wanted to take care of me, and I—I–”

“It’s okay,” you reassured, “Happens.” 

You invited her back inside, and let her spend the rest of the day in your arms to reassure her of any insecurities you knew had cropped up during the small altercation the both of you just had. 

–

“I see that relations between the two of you are better.” Once again, Natasha’s gynaecologist pointed out to you, as you nodded, then shrugged. 

“I guess.” 

The woman offered you a sympathetic smile. “It’s a good thing. I’m happy for you. She looks happier, as well.” 

Almost two months into her pregnancy then, you knew the few times you had been leaving the cabin and visiting the hospital had been a little unnerving for Natasha, considering her own past and job history. So for the gynaecologist to be able to see past the brave front she put on, past her own worries and insecurities about her own body carrying the child, you knew something in her had shifted as well. 

With a everything’s healthy and an all-clear to leave, Natasha was more than glad to leave and gawk over the new scan provided from the visit. But even through her smile and supposed excitement of your suggestion to catch a film at the cinema the previous night, you knew she was tired; she had almost fallen asleep in the waiting room while you paid, her footsteps were a little heavier, and she had leaned her head on your shoulder while the both of you were in the lift, in public. Natasha was never one to showcase her weaknesses in public. 

So you made the first move. “Let’s just go home, okay?”

She held your hand over the console in the car, and with eyelids drooping, still shook her head. “No, it’s supposed to be a date…a movie date. I wanna go.”

With the traffic light red, you brought her hand to your lips, pressing a feather kiss before returning it to her side. “You’re exhausted, Nat. We can still go tomorrow, but for today, let’s go home, okay? I’ll put on another film on the TV, make homemade popcorn, and we can make a blanket fort, just like back at the compound.”

Natasha felt that she didn’t deserve you at all, as she nodded gratefully then, and tiredly.

–

The comforting scent of Natasha’s shampoo was all that occupied your senses, as she laid in your arms, softly snoring halfway into the film. With a small grin attached to your face, you whispered a I told you so into her hair and pulled the blanket further to keep her warm.  

When the credits began to roll, she finally stirred again, and mumbled, “That was a good film. I liked it.”

You decided to keep her secrets to yourself, and wiped away the little bit of drool on her chin. “Me too.” 

Natasha took a little longer to regain her surroundings, as you got up to start on lunch. But even as her stomach rumbled, she had to control herself from the nausea that washed through her as she watched you begin chopping the vegetables.

You noticed her watching, and paused for a minute. “Yes, Nat?”

But Natasha didn’t want to pose as a bother. “Nothing. I’m hungry too.”

However, when the final plate was served in front of her and you were busy with the garnishes, the nausea returned, and you saw her physically recoil to prevent herself from retching this time. Slightly offended, you had pulled the plate back, but Natasha refused to let you do so.

“It’s–” You had moved to look for something else for her, but Natasha knew she was wasting your efforts if she let up. 

“No, I’ll eat it, I just…” she took a moment to gather herself, “...I’ll be fine.”

But when even a few bites proved difficult for her, she was grateful that you took the plate away this time, sitting down by her side to rub her back. “Nat, tell me what’s wrong.”

Shamefully, she hid her face in your shoulder, and finally mumbled, “I want mac and cheese. Baby too.”

She had expected you to let out an irritated sigh, or even lecture her on wasting food and opting for something unhealthy that she would never crave for in the compound, but instead, you let out a soft chuckle, and kissed her cheek. 

“You’re not mad?” She asked, a little surprised. 

“No, why would I be?” You replied, getting up to find the car keys. “But you should’ve said it earlier, my love. Now you’re hungry and it’s a little bit of a drive away to the grocery store.”

But Natasha was more than happy to follow, despite your protests for her to rest at home, and with the both of you poring over the mac and cheese box options in the grocery store, the butterflies in her stomach felt like they were going to explode each time your hand brushed over hers in reassurance. 

– 

But life was never so fair, or smooth sailing. Life in the cabin had not been a magic solution to yours and Natasha’s problems, and you were growing weary of said problems being carried over wherever you went, too.

The first strike had been on one of the busiest nights for SHIELD Intelligence. One of the sectors had been compromised, everyone was working overtime to recover any lost intelligence, and of all things you struggled with, the shitty internet connection was your biggest obstacle. 

Your calls with Maria and the team back at the compound were choppy, your emails were not sending through, and the frustration was creeping in. You had been cooped up in the study for the better part of the day, and Natasha had been left out of every single meeting because Maria had simply wanted her to rest. 

So of course you had your wife breathing down your neck as well, asking for updates every hour on the team’s progress. But even as a workaholic as she is, Natasha thought it was more than reasonable to think you were working too much; at breakfast you had received your first call from Fury, then at lunch you skipped eating with her to fix a bug in the team’s code, and even at dinner, when she wanted to finally have a proper conversation with you about her day, you were on a conference call with Maria again. 

By one in the morning, where you were sending emergency emails for backup, Natasha entered your study again, in a nightgown that was just a little too revealing and light makeup to coax you to bed, but you did not spare one look at her as you shrugged her off with, “Not now, Nat.” 

“You’re working too much,” she tried to drape her body over yours, but you only reclined the seat and pushed her off gently. “Feels like you disappeared all day today.”

“Yeah, well, Maria’s gotten me on a tight leash,” you replied, ignoring her sighing and standing back at the door, “I’ll be lucky if we can even get this done by the morning.” 

Natasha called out your name once, then twice, and by the third, you snapped with, “Busy, Nat! Please! Would you go away, or go to sleep first? I can’t concentrate with you hovering over me!”

You only realised the severity of your words a few seconds after it left your mouth, as you then looked up at Natasha, who had tears in her eyes, and a warm cup of tea fixed for you, standing by the doorway again. Guilt needled into your heart, but she was already retreating to the bedroom by the time you tried to stand. 

“Wait, Nat–” 

“–Save it. I’m going to bed.” Her tone cold and unnerving, you would have almost missed the sniffle in her voice. Sighing, you returned to the call with Maria while Natasha beat herself up for letting her usually well-concealed emotions appear in front of you. Her and her stupid hormones.

But the guilt never really went away, and your focus never returned for the night. Whatever the chief of security was rambling about suddenly didn’t make sense, your emails were only piling higher and higher, and Maria knew the moment you started another call with her barely an hour later of what you were going to ask of her. 

“I have to go, Maria, I’m sorry. I’ll finish this tomorrow.”

“No, no,” Maria tried reasoning, but you were already shutting down your computer, “If you leave us now, I am never going to forgive you, Agent!” 

But her threats fell on deaf ears, as you quickly muttered another apology, and ended the call. Leaving your phone in the study to beep the entire night, you knew you were placing more trust in Maria and the team’s abilities than before you left for the cabin, and you knew somewhere along the line, your mind had made up of the shift in priorities, too. 

Natasha felt your arms underneath her sleeping figure soon after, and at the expense of Maria’s wrath in the morning, you slid in bed with her. She tried pushing you away, but her body worked against her as she practically melted into you while you whispered murmurs of apology into her skin. You were upset, and had thought her reaction was a little unwarranted, but chose not to speak of it. 

She won this time. 

– 

The second strike came a week after the first. The compromise had spread to other areas of SHIELD as well, and while you tried as best as you could to help out from the cabin, you knew you had to prioritise Natasha and the baby as well. 

Without much space for creativity or freedom to invent new recipes, you knew you had been preparing the same repetition of healthier, simpler meals for Natasha. And while she had never been a picky eater, pregnancy had drastically shifted her palate and tastes for food. 

So when she found you cooking a variation of whatever vegetable, stock, and rice you had left in the fridge for the third day in a row, she thought it was more than fair to turn up her nose and let out a I’m tired of that to you. 

But the nearest diner and pizza places were over an hour away, and you did not like Natasha eating so many of the mac and cheese boxes she had bought in bulk so often. So you replied with a, “It’s all we have, we’d have to make do for the rest of the week, I think.”

You didn’t miss the groan in her throat as she threw her hands in the air, before throwing herself onto the sofa. “Then I’m not eating. I can’t stomach that.”

“Natasha, don't be childish.” You reasoned, “You can’t not eat.”

You were met with a middle finger in the air then, and while you would have usually let it go, attribute it to pregnancy side effects and whatever that came along with it, you were tired, and hung out dry from work. And a middle finger in the air from the one person you were stuck with, who seemed like they had a problem with almost everything you did, was too much for you then. 

“Fine. Then don’t.” You switched off the stove, and threw the ingredients into the trash before retreating to the study to finish more work. You could tell Natasha was caught off-guard with your reaction, but she didn’t want to back down, and she was already pissed too. 

She left for a nap to quell the growling of her stomach later on, still holding out against you and not giving in. Somewhere along the line, she heard the front door click and you stepping out, but thought nothing of it; you were probably out for a run, or checking on the garden outside, and she was not risking the comfortable position she finally found to question you what you were doing at nearly twelve midnight. 

But when the rumbling of her stomach became too hard to ignore later on, Natasha had no choice but to leave the safety and comfort of the bed to forage for food downstairs. She could already imagine the bare ingredients left in the fridge, nothing salvageable and she had to grovel at you to make her something at least edible for her in the end. 

But you were downstairs this time, watching the television, and when her eyes met yours, you pointed towards the dining table; where the table was set out with an overwhelming number of takeout boxes from her favourite Chinese place at the edge of town. She had mentioned it to you as a craving offhandedly the previous night, but Natasha would never have imagined you would take her seriously, considering how long it would take to get there and back.

Her heart fell to her stomach, and apologies were about to tumble out of her lips when you stood up, and led her to sit at the dining chair. 

“I wanted to wake you from your nap, but I figured waiting for you would be safer,” you gave her a small smile, ladleing hot and sour soup for her, “And I got new groceries and a recipe book. Hopefully tomorrow we’ll have better lunches and dinners. Sorry about today, love.” 

Tears welled in her eyes again, but this time, Natasha swallowed them back down to crash her lips against yours in gratefulness. 

Your guilt always got the best of you. She won again. 

– 

The third strike, however, did not end up with you giving in so easily, and forever shifted the dynamic in your relationship.

It had been the end of the very exhausting episode of finally fixing the compromised SHIELD Intelligence sectors, and Maria and the team had asked you out to celebrate. You were wary of leaving behind Natasha all alone in the cabin, and even more afraid of bringing the invitation up to her, but Maria was persistent about you enjoying yourself for just one night. And in truth, you did want to go. 

Natasha was reluctant to let you go, but even Clint and the rest of the team’s advice about cutting you some slack, not keeping you on such a tight leash rang back through her, and eventually, she agreed. You caught the doubt on her face as you were getting ready, and you knew she wanted to say something, anything, to try to convince you not to go, to just stay home with her and watch another round of Netflix series, but you knew you had to do at least one thing without her in this journey. It was only healthy to let her be alone once in a while. 

With a kiss to her forehead and a promise to be home by midnight, you left Natasha standing on the porch then, the light washing the night and her figure with honey. 

–

Maria did always take her celebrations quite seriously, however. With wine and good conversations flowing into the night, it was easy to forget about the promise you had made to make it back by twelve for Natasha. By the time you even left the restaurant, it was half past midnight, and the team was already making fun of you for leaving earlier than they all were. 

“Romanoff’s never been an easy one to deal with, huh?” One of the agents piped up, meeting with a resounding agreement and laughter from the rest of the team. “Hard-headed on the job, even more hard-headed in bed, Agent.”

You flipped him off then, the hint of a grin on your face now only customary. “You know how she is, Ward. Leave her be.”

“Hey, I’m not the one stupid enough to marry her,” he shot back, “She’s crazy, and not the good kind. If I had your patience, and your looks, Agent, I know Romanoff’s the furthest thing I would touch with a stick; would’ve bagged a dumb supermodel, at least. Though now, you did kind of strike gold in the looks department, huh? That hourglass figure sculpted by nothing the KGB could beat out of her.”

Maria had elbowed him in the ribs, hard, but you could only give back a sad smile and begin to walk away. “That’s…my wife for you.” 

Before another round of jibes and remarks were thrown towards your wife, the cab you had ordered arrived, and as you got in and said your goodbyes to the team you had not seen for months, you couldn’t help but repeat Ward’s insensitivity in your head over and over again, all throughout the drive home. 

–

By the time you walked into the door, it was already nearing two in the morning, and you didn’t need Natasha’s murderous glare to know you had left her worried, and scared, that you were not coming home. 

“I know, I know,” you sighed, struggling to take off your shoes, “I’m a little late. And a little tipsy. Sorry.”

You wanted to get it over and done with quickly, so you could head off to bed and avoid the fight rumbling altogether. But Natasha had other plans. 

“Nearly two hours late,” she corrected, then, “What were you guys doing outside?”

“Dinner, drinks, the usual. I was with Maria, Ward, Coulson, the usual.”

Natasha cringed at the mention of Ward, and you knew you hit a sore point with her. “What did you guys talk about?”

“Nat…” you shook your head, “...Boundaries, remember?” 

“Just…you know how Ward is. Did he say anything about me to you?”

“Nothing I haven’t heard of.” The wine was returning to your bloodstream, as you struggled to make it past the couch in a straight line. 

But Natasha blocked your path altogether. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

You gave her an incredulous look, eyebrows furrowed, before sighing. “It means…Ward is Ward. He is always going to make uncalled for jokes, comments, and this has been him since our Academy days. I’ve learnt to just ignore it, and you should too.”

“But you listen to him, don’t you? And you let his words get to you sometimes.”

“Sometimes,” you agreed, “But I forget it quickly after. Nothing that comes out of his mouth when he’s had alcohol is of value, anyway.” 

“Do you agree with him in those cases, then?” Natasha backed away, her tone accusatory. 

You frowned, shaking your head, until the woman let it slip that Maria had informed her of what Ward said, along with the updates on where you were for the night. You cursed internally, reminding yourself to scold Maria later, when Natasha continued with, “Do you regret marrying me, darling?”

Taken aback as you were, you refused to let Natasha’s insecurities get the best of her tonight. Standing up to walk past her again, you replied with, “What are you talking about, Nat? I’m going to get some work done, you should go to bed. It’s late.” 

“Do you spend time with people like Ward, and all those other assholes you used to buddy up in the Academy, because you can’t stand to be around me? Literally anybody else but me seems to make you happier to be around these days.” 

You didn’t like where the conversation was going, and even more the accusations she was spilling out. It was unfair, and wrong, and all the things you did not want to deal with tonight. “You’re my wife, Natasha. Of course I’m happy to spend time with you. Jesus, I leave for one night and you come and accuse me of things I never am, it’s ridiculous! I’m going to the study, don’t wait up for me in bed. We have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow.”

–

You told yourself to forget about it; to get over yourself and your ego, to forgive Natasha, and talk to her about it in the morning. If it was something she was insecure about, she would raise her concerns then, when the both of you were calmer, and more ready to hear each other out. But perhaps you had had enough, or you were mad at something beyond Natasha's control; either way, the more time you spent stewing, and thinking, in that study, the more you couldn’t concentrate on your work and the more you got angry at your wife’s persistence and jealousy. 

Why couldn’t she be better? Why couldn’t Natasha be easier to love? Why did everyone make her out to be such a good person, such a victim, and paint you as the evil one for wanting better? Mostly, you were upset that nobody even bothered to consider things from your point of view. It was always take care of her, don’t hurt her even further, or even you should know better than to treat her like this, as if five years of marriage would magically fix every problem the two of you would encounter, as if you could just give in to everything because she was Natasha and she was always right. 

Your eyes drifted to the framed photo of the full team after one particularly difficult mission, where everyone was nearly knocked out and all ready to go home to rest for the next week or so. Yet, there were triumphant smiles, fists pumped into the air in excitement to go home. Natasha was beside a still-optimistic Steve, while you were a few people down beside Tony with…Wanda draped over you. 

you remembered it was the mission where she had the bullet graze on her hip. it had become difficult for her to stand by then, but she was still insisting to be in the picture before you could rush her for medical attention. so the best she could do was lean on you for support, her body draped over yours as she gave you a dopey grin, while you smiled at the camera. the end result was her eyes focused on your face, instead of the camera in front, but it was still one of your favourite photographs. 

a deep, ugly feeling rose in you then. why was Wanda the only one able to see you for who you were? why was she the only one willing to listen to you, to hear you out on things, and let you come home even after all that you’ve done? Why couldn’t you love her instead? it was so late, almost four in the morning, but you managed to bang your head against the wall behind with minimal noise, and stood up to do what you were sure you were going to regret in the morning. 

your phone was still by the kitchen counter, and wanda’s number was memorised by heart. but right as you punched in her number, pressed the call button, the anger, the vengeance, dissipated. this was low, even for you, you recognised. 

your heart began to thump slowly at what you’ve done. the phone rang once, twice, and by the third, you tried to look away from it, turning around to the living room to distract yourself, when the sight that greeted you made you feel only a million times worse. 

natasha was asleep on the sofa, feet propped up on the armrests, head lolling to the side as she snored softly. one of her hands was dangling in the air, while the other…the other rested over her stomach, where even under the lowlights of the small lamp by the reading corner, you saw it for the first time. her stomach had rounded out ever so slightly, and a bump had finally formed. 

you were sure the tears that sprang to your eyes were the most confusing mix of angry, disappointed, yet happy tears ever, and in the silence of the cabin, far away from anyone else, you had wanted to scream. why you were put in one of the worst dilemmas of your life, why you, of all people, had to be the one to go through this, you were more angry at yourself than anyone else by then. natasha was carrying your child, a blessing you had been hoping for for ages, and you were considering leaving her right then. 

“hello?” it was wanda’s voice through your phone that broke you out of your trance. she sounded sleepy, and tired, but you caught the twinge of optimism that she greeted you with as well. 

your throat was too choked up to answer her. you were sure that if you had opened your mouth, everything would change. nothing would be the same ever again, and you were going to lose everything you ever loved for the past five years. 

you couldn’t do it. so when wanda called out your name, prompted a second hello, you ignored how good it felt to hear her voice, and hung up the call immediately. 

a/n: PART 3! PART 3! SOON!

[newtonsheffield]

Molly can we get a snippet of the baby making au and the first sonogram? Or the first pregnancy test? How does Kate tell Anthony that she's pregnant?

Oh imagine how excited they would both be to see their baby for the first time.

“Do you need anything?”

Anthony’s knee was bouncing up and down as he sat beside her in the obstetrician’s waiting room.

“What would I need?” Kate chuckled, filling out the form on the clipboard in front of her.

He’d dressed up. She’d realised that when he’d stepped inside her office, his oxfords shined under his chino’s and sweater and a sports coat on over the top and she’d laughed. “Are you… trying to impress my gynaecologist?”

He’d adjusted the sleeve of his jacket, “I’m trying to look like a responsible future parent.”

“And we feel a tweed sports coat does this?”

“Yes, I also think I’m going to grow my beard in properly. It feels very Dad.”

This was one of the reasons he’d been the only person who’d crossed her mind when she’d decided to pursue this. Apart from the fact that he knew her better than almost anyone, Anthony was so… unexpectedly sweet. He’d be a good father. Gentle, and kind, and supportive. He was a nurturer. She’d loved that about him when they’d been together. She loved it about him now. Even now he was looking after her. Trying to look after the child they’d made together.

“I don’t know, I could get you a water. I have a muesli bar in my jacket in case you’re hungry.”

“I’m fine, Ant. I was only a little sick this morning.” Kate sighed, “Do you have any medical conditions in your immediate family I don’t know about.”

“You said you would call me if you were sick.”

“I was a little sick, that might happen again lot the next nine months.”

Anthony clicked his tongue, “Well, I could have brought you something to help.”

“Ant, medical conditions.” She corrected the spiral she could see he was going down. “I did write your lactose intolerance down.”

“Not sure that’s relevant.” Anthony sighed, “But no, nothing really. Greg’s deafness isn’t hereditary.”

Kate nodded, “All done then.”

“I’ll take it back for you.” Anthony leapt to his feet, taking the clipboard from her and striding back towards the desk. He froze, two steps away from her, his shoulders rising and falling heavily.

“What, did you find out I’ve been lying about my age for years?” She teased, her stomach fluttering nervously.

He shook his head, clearing his throat, “No I um… I actually just saw my name listed as the baby’s father and um…” He trailed off, “That feels nice.”

Tears pricked at her eyes and she swiped them away as he sat back beside her, taking her hand. “Stop, you can’t say shit like that Ant Bee.” She’d been using that name for him for nearly 15 years. “I’m too hormonal now.”

“Sorry, I’ll wait like a good boy.”

“Kate!” The Dr called out, gesturing them inside, the paperwork tucked under her arm. “Come on through.”

“Can I…?” Anthony gestured to himself. “Are Dads welcome for this part?”

“That’s up to Kate.”

“Come on,” She tugged on his hand, following the doctor through.

“Kate, congratulations!” The Dr said, sitting behind their desk and gesturing for her to sit on the exam bed. “And his must be your partner.”

Anthony looked awkwardly at the ceiling, and Kate sighed, “This is Anthony. He’s very excited.”

“Okay, well, first things first,”

It was nice, to have Anthony’s hand squeezing hers tightly as she answered the doctors question, Anthony chiming in occasionally to confirm things he’d found in his research, making notes in the notebook he’d brought with him.

“Okay should we look at baby? That’ll help us confirm a due date.”

“But that’s only a guide, I read.” Anthony said quickly and Kate fought to roll her eyes, “And we’ve been trying so we can’t really pin point it.”

“That’s right. It’s just an approximation.”

“It’s not a test, Ant.” Kate chuckled, pulling up her shirt.

“I’m just trying to show that I’m prepared.”

Kate could feel her heart hammering in her chest as the doctor moved the ultrasound over her abdomen, the gel cold against her skin.

“And there’s baby.”

Kate’s heart stopped. It was tiny, flickering over the screen and the heartbeat filled the room. Exactly what she’d wanted. This. To be a mother, even if she had to do it alone.

Anthony’s hand squeezed hers and his voice cracked, tears welling in his eyes, “You’re a mum, Katie. They’re beautiful.”

Tears welled in her own eyes and her chest felt tight, “And you’re a dad.”

Anthony let out a watery chuckle, “God, I need to get started on that beard.”

“The heartbeat’s really fast.”

“The heart beat’s very strong. Baby looks very healthy.” The Dr hummed, “Should we get some photos?”

Kate nodded, swiping at her tears, “Sorry, I’m just so emotional at the moment.”

“Happens all the time. We’re out of tissues in here, sorry. There’s some in the lounge.”

“I’ll get some tissues.” Anthony breathed, swiping his own tears before he kissed the top of her head. “I’ll be back. God, you’re incredible.”

The door shut quickly and Kate took a deep breath, leaning back against the back of the bed.

“He’ll be a very sweet Dad.” The Dr said conversationally. “How long have the two of you been together?”

They’d agreed there was no need to let the doctor in on their arrangement, it didn’t matter. And Kate shouldn’t have said it, it wasn’t right to claim him. But she couldn’t help herself.

“Um… We met when we were sixteen.”

“That’s so sweet!”

“Yeah, he’s um… he’s a sweetie.”

And he was also the other thing she’d always wanted.

[lemmetreatya]

gynecologist!zeke spreading reader open with a speculum at whistling at her insides

all you zeke babies are the same i love it wth??? you all just get this man so well 😭😭

this experience was anxious enough as it was.

in fact, getting anything done at the ob-gyn was never a fun time, but now things were even more unnerving as your gynaecologist decides to whistle as soon as he pushes the speculum pass your vaginal opening you.

“what?” you answer with urgency.

“huh?”

his reply was so nonchalant that you thought you were imagining things. but surely not, right?

you lay your head back down onto the bed before lifting it up again.

“i was sure you just whistled.”

the gynaecologist doesn’t say anything at first, only turn his back to you as he sterilised other equipment on the metal tray. it takes him several seconds before he mumbles:

“maybe?”

you frown.

“what were you whistling at?”

“nothing.”

“well, it has to be something? you put that thingy inside of me and you whistled.”

the gynaecologist runs a hand down his beard, the shk shk of the hair against his fingers suddenly started to irritate you.

and he was about to put that same hand near your vagina?!

“air musta slipped out my mouth.” he blatantly lies, and now your elbows are digging into the hard hospital bed as you sit yourself up.

“liar.” you accuse.

“how?! you don’t know what i was whistling at.” he childishly fires back and you have to give him an expression of unbelief because surely he wasn’t for real.

even with your trousers and panties circling your ankles and your nether regions on full display, you still had to let the man know you weren’t playing around.

“that’s even worst! and so unprofessional.”

with a taken aback face, the gynaecologist looks at you in disbelief.

“sorry— whos exactly the one with a doctorate here?”

“what has a doctorate got to do with knowing not to whistle at a patients fucking vagina?!”

“woah! no need to use that typa language.”

the gynaecologist raises his hands up by his head, his expression not even half sorry for what he’d done. however, now that his doctors jacket was exposed, you could see the name tag on his chest.

“zeke, get it out.”

“what?” you can tell he was caught off guard by you knowing his name. you look straight at him, your eyes narrowing.

“i said, get it out.”

suddenly, zekes pursing his lips as he pushes away from your legs. instantly hes already drawing back towards his computer screen.

“i dunno if i can do that, i think i’ve seen something weird—”

“GET IT OUT—“

[straykidshoe]

Yes doctor

PAIRINGS: Hwang Hyunjin x Fem!Reader

GENRE: Mature (Smut)

MUSIC: I hope you know what you're doing by KiNG MALA

CONTAINS: Doctor!au, strangers to lovers

SMUT WARNINGS: over the underwear orgasm, oral f!recieving, teasing f!recieiving. Please message me if i misseed anything.

WORD COUNT: 1,530

A/N: Don't read too much into the medical malpractice.

You rubbed your palms against your slacks, the silky material doing nothing to stop the constant flow of sweat. The nurse did offer you a set of scrubs but you refused, your nerves being too overpowering for you to actually register her question- which you were now regretting. As you sat in the partially empty waiting room, you started to reflect on how you actually ended up here. Initially, you thought that it was your own decision, that you were taking charge of your own health, being that girl- but in truth, your past partners had managed to weasel the notion that something was wrong with you, into your brain. 

You couldn’t orgasm, not by someone else’s devices anyway, if you were alone with your fingers and vibrator you could decently cum to the point where you weren’t sexually frustrated- but you had never experienced the fireworks and blinding light that all your girlfriends would go on and on about. At first you would lie to your ex’s, forcefully clenching down on their fingers and panting deeply- but soon enough they would realise that you in fact did not cum. And boy, were their ego’s bruised. Nonsense would start to spew out of their mouth and some of them just called you ugly, you even tried a one night stand- that didn’t turn out well, it felt like you were a tree and a big grizzly bear was just helplessly rutting into you. 

So here you are, on a Tuesday evening at the gynaecologist’s monochrome waiting room, flipping through a flimsy magazine- you still had your work clothes on, the white blouse and black slacks you had paired together in the morning lent themselves to the decor. Helping you blend in and mask your shame. 

After a few minutes of inner turmoil and self loathing- a nurse had called out your name, guiding you to a dark wood door- on which a metal name plate read, ‘Dr. Hwang Hyunjin’. 

Well this could only go well, he even sounded like a pretentious asshole- maybe it’ll lighten the blow when he told you that you had a rare disease where you could never cum at the hands of a man. Well you could be a lesbian, that wouldn-

‘Ah, Miss Y/L/N- come in. Take a seat’ A deep voice cut off your trail of thought as the door swung open you were met with a face. But not just any face- an angelic, beautiful face. One that was probably carved by Aphrodite herself, nevermind a gift from her- he was birthed out of her. You stood there for a while, dumbstruck, analysing his smooth skin and focussing on the birthmark just underneath his almond eye, 

‘Miss Y/L/N ?’ the same baritone flowed through your ears, like hot caramel, it encompassed you in a warm cocoon, you blinked a few times- trying to clear the delicious fog that had began to form in your mind, 

‘Yes-’ you cleared your throat, in hopes that you would snap back into reality, ‘Yes, that’s me.’ The man laughed, his eyes crinkling up until crescents, ‘Yea, Come on in,’ he moved to the side, arm outstretched. Laughing sheepishly, you bunched up your shoulders as you stepped in- sitting on the chair that was in line with his desk. 

He followed suit, pulling out and sitting on the chair diagonal to you- he leant forward, reaching to shake out your hand. 

As you accepted it, you marvelled at the sheer size of his palm and length of his fingers- he was warm, like a sensual dance that slowly made your blood bubble in your fucking vena cava. He felt like a welcomed heartburn. 

‘Hi, my name is Dr.Hwang. And you are?’ He grinned at you, mischief gleaming through his brown iris’. Like in a forest when the sun would stream through the trunks of the tall trees.

‘You already know that’ You replied, sporting an equally cheeky grin, ‘But, since I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt. My name is Y/N’ 

He leaned back giving you a smirk whilst holding his hands up in mock surrender 

‘You caught me, I like to think that most patients get more comfortable if we properly introduce themselves’ .

He then swivelled in his chair to reach for a clipboard- the medical form attached flapped with his harsh movement, ‘Your medical file said “unspecified” so I only assume you wanted to tell me directly what was wrong.’ He brought his gaze up from the form towards your face, which was now flushed with embarrassment, rubbing your sweaty palms together,

‘Yeah so- I can’t cum.’ You chuckled as his eyes widened into saucers and a faint dusting of red reached his ears- he cleared his throat harshly whilst tugging at the knot of his tie. Holy fuck, those veins, you wonder what they would look like when wrapped around your-

‘You can’t..cum?’ He jotted down something on his paper, before placing the clipboard on his desk. This guy couldn’t let you finish one thought. 

‘Yes, I can’t.’ He arched an eyebrow up at you, was he really a doctor? Maybe he was a model in his past life,

‘As in, you have never experienced an orgasm. Ever?’ His voice was shaky as he snapped on some bright blue gloves.

‘Dr Hwang, I have never cum at the hands of a man.’ Noticing the way his thighs constricted under his slacks made you realise that maybe, this attraction wasn’t one sided. 

‘Please call me Hyunjin,’ He muttered as he rolled towards you- folding the sleeves of his white coat up to his elbows, ‘I find it’s better for certain patients.’ 

You ignored his last comment, trying not to think about the countless amount of women that have probably drooled over him like you are right now, ‘So, do I need to sit there- how do you want me?’

Nice choice of words. 

Once again, you managed to gauge a reaction out of him- his arms constricted as he gripped his poor slacks and he sighed deeply through his nose as he looked down,

‘Just there, on the bed-’ He looked back up as he pointed to the medical bed, tucked away in the corner, ‘I need you to, uhm, take off your underwear and pants.’ 

You choked on your spit,of course you had to take your underwear off. It's a gynaecologist visit for god sake, 

‘Uhm, yeah obviously.’ Silently, you walked to the bed, taking support of it so that you could slowly drag down your slacks. You tried not to look directly at him as you felt his eyes boring into your now naked legs- God damn is he intense.

You rubbed your thighs together as you felt the damp material stick to your folds, there is now probably a 99% chance that there was a dark patch of soiled cotton right where your hot sex was. 

‘You need some help?’ His condescending voice sent a shiver throughout you, you finally met his dark gaze- it felt like he held a live wire and was millimetres away from shocking you as he slowly stood and made his way to your body. You nodded, scared that if you opened your mouth- even just an inch; that a series of moans and whimpers would flow out- Hyunjin smiled at your meek demeanour, like you were an innocent rabbit and he was a sly fox.

He inhaled deeply as he dragged his nose along your neck, hands caressing your’s, he made a slow descent down your body- nudging your flowy blouse slightly, he layed small pecks on your stomach. Soon he reached the band of your underwear, looking up at you he waited for confirmation, ‘Please..’ you breathed out, groaning in frustration, when he kissed the front of your underwear before moving further down to your clothed pussy. You wretched your hand away from him, to grip on the bed behind you whilst one of his hands wandered up and under your shirt, grazing at the band of your bra- the other dragging up and down your thighs.

Soon enough he had reached the damp material, chuckling when he nudged your covered clit with his nose- making you jolt backwards, ‘I haven’t even touched you yet-’ he prodded your leaking hole with his finger, ‘Look how you pussy wants me..’ he lazily brought his eyes to yours before licking a strip along your underwear, humming as your whole body erupted in goosebumps. What the fuck is this. 

He reached for one of your hands whilst keeping his mouth latched on your pussy, his tongue continuously prodding your hole, he found purchase on the hand that was grasping the paper sheet on top of the bed for dear life. Wrapping his fingers around yours he guided them beneath the barrier adorning your throbbing heat- letting you rub harsh circles on your swollen clit. As he rockede back on his haunches he watched you as you helplessly jerked your hips upwards, searching for further friction to help you reach your orgasm whilst moaning softly. You gasped as with one hand he played against your abdomen, halting your jerky movements in place. Whimpering as he moved your underwear to the side. 

Leaning forward he blew cold air against your glistening folds, you let out a guttural groan as you gripped his black locks with both hands- trying to push his head further towards your cunt, desperate to feel him ravage you.

‘Uh uh uh, need you to tell me what you want..’ he kissed your slit gently, chuckling when you moaned into the humid air surrounding the two of you. You turned your head to the side, not wanting him to see your expression as you began to stutter, ‘A-anything. God please, just do anything. Just want you..’ You were on the verge of tears, if this is what euphoria felt like, you would happily welcome it with open arms,

You could hear him coo from beneath you, ‘What are you doing to me Y/N?’ he muttered under his breath.

Jesus you like the way he said your name- like it’s a secret.

dipping two of his fingers into your cunt he collected your wetness before placing them into his mouth, moaning as your tangy sweetness blanketed his taste buds. 

‘I think I know the exact prescription for you..’ He kitten licked your clit, grinning wolfishly when he saw your folds flutter around nothing, ‘Would you like a demonstration,’ he quirked his eyebrow up at you, ghosting his plump lips over your glistening pussy.

You let out a shaky breath, ‘Yes doctor..’ 

[chasteandpregnantmale]

The immaculate conception of Michael Part 1

To celebrate over 2500 followers, I thought I would post a story I have been working on. Here's the first part:

Part 1

It was the day of Toby's full profession.   He had been with the community a little over 3 years, spending a year as a postulant, then two as a novice.   On this pleasantly warm summer’s day of 11th July which was the Feast of St Benedict - the monastery’s patron - Toby became Brother Aidan.   The vows of poverty, chastity and obedience were now part of him.

The profession of a new monk is always a big thing in the community's calendar.   As well as the members of the community people from outside were invited.   Toby had created a bit of a following from the laity.  Being a young, good looking monk he was popular with both men and women.   He had got particularly friendly with a couple now in their mid to late thirties.   Jan and Jon had been very helpful to Toby when he was struggling with coming to terms with monastic life as a postulant and had been very encouraging of him to keep going.   They knew he needed to fulfil his vocation and he would feel worse if he gave up early on.

Toby was very grateful for their huge support during that time and knew that he wouldn’t now be fully professed as Brother Aidan if it had not been for them.   While Jan and Jon were always cheerful and positive, Toby knew that there was a huge sadness in their lives.   They had been married 15 years and had tried very hard to have children  but Jan was unable to get pregnant.   They had tried everything under the sun including IVF - all to no avail.   Toby felt for them, not because he wanted to be a parent, but because there was nothing he could do to help them.

That day was particularly poignant for Jan and Jon as they saw Toby fulfil his calling to become Brother Aidan.  They were so pleased for him with all they had gone through together.  But it raised in them, once again, the feelings that they were unable to fulfil their own calling to be parents.   Of course they were not going to trouble Toby (they still thought of him as Toby) with this on his special day, so they sought out the Abbot who had been talking about this with them over many years.

That night, the Abbot had a very vivid dream.  He was not usually one to remember dreams but this one was quite startling.  He dreamt that Brother Aidan carried a child for Jan and Jon.   The Abbot put it down to his brain just gathering up all the elements of the previous day and making one odd dream out of them.  But the dream kept on occurring every week or so until the Abbot started coming to believe that God might be speaking to him.

He was not quite sure what to do about it.   Men didn’t have babies, but it was clearly Brother Aidan that got very pregnant in his dreams.  What could it all mean?   He was reluctant to share it with anyone as they would think he was just having kinky dreams.  Then he had an idea.   Brother Bernard had joined the community later in life.   He had been quite a renowned gynaecologist before joining the community and taking his vows.

It turned out that Brother Bernard had heard of men getting pregnant.  There were traditions of a tribe in Indonesia which told of male chiefs carrying their own successors.   Most people in the Western world considered it to be just a nice fable, but there were some that didn’t want to rule it out completely, Brother Bernard being one of them.

It was Bro Bernard who suggested they try to get Bro Aidan pregnant.   His scientific curiosity was ever to the fore and he wanted to check, once and for all, if it were possible.   Both he and the Abbot agreed it should be done in absolute secrecy.   It should be kept from the community and even Aidan as long as possible.   Both recognised at a pregnancy would be hard to hide after a while.   The only other people who should be in on it from the beginning would be Jon and Jan.   They had to discover whether Jon and Jan would be happy to have a child using this method.

Jan and Jon could hardly believe there was another chance for them to start a family - albeit a slim chance.  They readily agreed to the proposal and the importance of its secrecy.   And so it was on Advent Sunday - the beginning of the Church’s year and hopefully the beginning of a new life - that Bro Aidan found himself in the Abbot’s study with Bro Bernard, Jan and Jon with them all laying hands on him and praying over him.

A few days previously, the Abbot had called Bro Aiden into his study.   They talked about how he was finding the vows of poverty, chastity and obedience.   Bro Aidan wondered why the Abbot seemed to focus particularly on obedience.  He wondered if he had broken this vow in some way but nothing specific was forthcoming.   The Abbot went on to ask that, since he had a good relationship with Jan and Jon, he would like Bro Aidan to be like a chaplain to them to support them through the poverty of their childlessness.  Further, he would like Bro Aidan to agree that he would do anything in his power to assist them in becoming parents.   Bro Aidan readily agreed.   How could he not as he had shared their childless pain for over three years now?

Bro Aidan did find it a little strange to be prayed over for this new role a few days later but he thought it was a nice touch for Jan and Jon and he liked how his new responsibility began at the beginning of the Churches year.   He guessed the first event he would have to support them through would be another childless Christmas in less than a month’s time.

Christmas came and went and Bro Aidan was pleased that Jan and Jon seemed to bear it with more fortitude this year.  In fact, they were really upbeat.  They seemed to have new hope in their lives.  Perhaps, he thought, it was because they had support validated by the Abbot and ultimately by God, as they had prayed over him.  He realised, though, that he would have to be careful of the sin of pride if he began to think too much like this.

Jan & Jon were also on tenterhooks to find out whether Bro Aidan was actually pregnant as were Bro Bernard and the Abbot.  Of course, they couldn’t do any tests for fear of Aidan finding out that he was in the family way, if indeed he was.   They did get a bit of a clue on 6th January - the Feast of the Epiphany when God made manifest in man was celebrated.   That morning at prayers Bro Bernard was pretty sure that Bro Aidan was looking pretty green.   Perhaps a manifestation of his pregnancy, Bro Bernard confided in the Abbot.  The Abbot gave him a knowing look.

Bro Aidan was indeed feeling pretty ill but initially just put it down to something he had eaten though none of the other brothers seemed to be suffering.   The other weird thing for Aidan was that some very ordinary smells, like coffee, made him feel really ill.   After a couple of weeks he went to see the MO.  That was Bro Bernard with his previous medical experience.   Bro Bernard gave his junior brother a thorough abdominal examination.   He thought he could feel a bit of swelling there but it was too early really since the possible conception to tell.   He told Bro Aidan that he didn’t think his sickness was anything to worry about.   It might be a nervous thing with his new responsibilities as a fairly recently professed brother.

It seemed to take forever, but his morning sickness did ease off after a time.   It seemed to coincide with a slight swelling in his lower belly.   He noticed that his girdle (the rope around the waist monks wear with three knots one for each of the 3 vows) was tying in a different place.   He had been constantly hungry for a few weeks now, even with the morning sickness and he was concerned that there might be something going on with his body.

He went to see Bro Bernard, who said it was all quite normal.   A lot of young monks put on a bit of weight after they had been professed and settled down into the rhythm of monastic life.   “For instance, look at Bro John” he said.   Bro John was about five years older than Aidan and had quite a belly on his otherwise skinny frame.  “He was like you when he was professed.”   Aidan was content with that explanation, which was just as well as by Easter in mid April he had a belly to match Bro John’s.

Jan & Jon found their Easter visit very encouraging.   Aidan’s bump was obvious to them.   Bro Bernard had told them several weeks previously that he believed Aidan to be pregnant now.   No one was more amazed than he.   He also had to explain to them that it could be Couvade Syndrome as a result of the power of the prayer over him which had made him so sensitive to their wishes that his body was making a fake pregnancy.   It was sometimes seen in the men of heterosexual couples when the woman was pregnant.  

The question that was arising now was how much longer his pregnancy could be kept from Aidan, the community and the wider world.  Now he was in his second trimester, he would start growing more quickly.   Bro Bernard and the Abbot decided on a policy:  they would tell the community when it became necessary to tell Bro Aidan of his condition.   They would be asked to keep this information to themselves.   They decided that the young brother should live life normally in the community and not be shut away when there were visitors.  There was a risk that the outside world might be informed but that was a risk they were prepared to take.

Another issue was that they had no access to monitoring regimes that you would normally get in an ante-natal clinic.  While Bro Bernard could tell a lot by tactile examination, he would have loved to have ultrasound facilities to see the baby for himself.   It was also unclear from his research, how the baby would be born.  There was evidently a natural way as the ancient communities where it is reported would have not had even the basic medical facilities.   He and the Abbot decided that they would wait and see what happened and they could always resort to a hospital emergency if necessary.

Early in May Bro Bernard was watching his junior brother at the communion rail and realised that the monk’s youthful slim hips were broadening.   He saw this as a good sign that Brother Aidan’s body was preparing for the birth.   Aidan himself was noticing the body changes too. Of course he realised his belly was growing and he hadn’t really appreciated that he was losing his slim hips as there were no mirrors in the monastery.   But he knew his face was getting softer and since he had got over the sickness thing, he was now feeling really energised.   Even though Bro Bernard was adamant that there was nothing unusual going on in his body, he was pretty sure there was.

Aidan wondered whether the body changes were a punishment from God.  Although he would never admit it, or perhaps was even conscious of it, Aidan had been proud of his body and now he was getting a beer belly.   He tried not to, but deep down he despised fat people.   Maybe this was God teaching him a lesson.   Aidan would have been even more upset if he could see himself in a mirror.  There was a glass door which he could often see himself in.  He could see that his habit stuck out a bit in front but the image was not that clear.

[diazsdimples]

I Need Inspiration Saturday

The semester is finally (almost) over, and once I've handed in my last 4 assignments (that are all due on Monday and I think I might cry) I'll finally be sinking my teeth into some of my wips again. Only problem is, it's been so long since I properly looked at any of them that I have no clue which one to work on. So, I'm gonna put little outlines/ blurbs of all my wips, and then a poll and y'all can tell me which one sounds like something you'd want to see more of. Yells seem to fuel me so this is the best way to get me going I feel. So, here are the wips!

Single Dad's AU (Buddie) - 19.3k written, probably 1/6th done (ish)

Buck is a single father to 2 girls, Carrie (7) and Lily (5), and is a probationary firefighter at the 118. He meets Eddie Diaz at school pickup one day, as Carrie and Christopher are in the same class. Buck and Eddie become fast friends, as do their kids, and Buck convinces Eddie to join the 118. This fic follows canon timelines from seasons 2-3, and shows Buck and Eddie's journey to becoming a family together.

Frostpunk AU (Buddie) - 16.6k written, probably like 1/4 done

The world is a desolate and frozen wasteland, with small clusters of humanity. Buck is a Scout from Sector 118, and he comes across a father and his young son, half frozen, on one of his scouting missions. Buck and his scouting team bring Eddie and Christopher back to Sector 118, where they heal and start their life as citizens of Sector 118, living in Buck's tent with him. Eddie reveals to Buck that he has a mission he needs to complete, one he knows will put him in immediate danger, and begs Buck to look after Christopher once he's gone. Buck refuses to let Eddie go alone and the two brave the elements to search for the missing parts of Eddie's life, their survival resting entirely on their ability to trust and work with one another.

Sleepy Mornings (Buddie) - 2.3k written (2/13 chapters complete)

A selection of small oneshots of all the times Buck and Eddie woke up next to each other, including after Dosed, after the Tsunami, after Eddie's shooting, after Eddie's breakdown, after their first kiss, etc. Cute and fluffy with minimal angst and lots of Buddie pining feels.

Doctor's AU (Buddie) - 2.4k written, fuck knows how close to finished

Eddie Diaz is an Obstetrician/Gynaecologist and Evan Buckley is a Pediatrician, both working at Cedars-Sinai hospital. They meet after Eddie comes to the NICU, upset after a rough c section, and continue to bump into one another at work. They build a fast relationship and have a reasonable amount of sex in ill advised parts of the hospital, whilst performing risky surgeries and saving lives. Also lots of pining (mostly from Eddie) and eventual Buddie relationship.

Ballet Au (Buddietommy) - 1.8k written, *shrugs* who knows.

Buck is a new principal ballerina at the New York City ballet, performing the Nutcracker. He meets Eddie and Tommy, both seasoned ballerinas, and they quickly take him under their wing. Buck didn't factor in falling in love with both men, and initially doesn't know how to act around them. However, when it's clear that they also both want Buck, they fall into an easy dynamic, and quickly become the power-throuple New York never saw coming (honestly this is still very much in the Vibes era)

Sauna Sex (Buddie) - 1,3k written, probably 1/4 done.

Buck and Eddie have sex in a sauna as a way to blow off steam, as it were. Porn without plot, there's really not much else to say other than hot, sweaty men fucking each other's brains out and probably being way too dehydrated.

Buddietommy Kid Fic (Buddietommy) - 4.1k written, probably 75% complete

Buck, Eddie and Tommy celebrate their first father's day with their kids. Just lots of Buddietommy family feels, big brother Christopher, and big men tiny babies. Not saying how many babies though. That would be cheating.

[azure-cherie]

PAC : Messages from Aset

Hello loves , first of all a very big thank you to Aset for helping me in conveying through my divination, this reading contains general messages so take what resonates and leave the rest , i used tarot cards , intuition and runes for this reading , likes , reblogs and feedbacks are very very appreciated , thank you for letting me read you :)

Pile 1 -3

Pile 1:

My dear pile 1 , Aset wants to convey that she is proud that you have achieved a lot of abundance in your life but you are focused to earn more when in reality you should be happy in what you already have and you should also share with others what you have made since kindness is the greatest of virtues that will help you to achieve great heights, be cautious when you serve others , help them but don't help them to the point of exploitation , when you need ask for help and always help will be provided when you are in search of a financial need . You are someone who has come a long way without any support you have been worried and fought all the odds to come to this point and she is very proud of you for doing all this but remember that a small thing can destroy a lot of things so when in times of haste take time to sit down shut the world and reflect, I think you have a habit of getting to angry at the wrong people and this is going to create a problem in the wrong runs so you are advised to work on it and stay away from people at that time so that you don't end up in problems and learn to be more grateful about your surroundings and whatever has been provided to you or else it could go away you , you're going to enter a very abundant period in your life in terms of emotional needs You are going to create new horizons and new plans for yourself marriage business deals and child birth news can be heard for you your ancestors are rooting for you , I see symbolism of marigold flowers you can do some water magic or worship with water as an element that will help you in getting clarity about yourself .

Runes :

Berkanan

Beware of incorrect choices, take time to contemplate, some family functions maybe cancelled due to health issues take care of your health , you might experience stagnation , heal your relationship with your mother , get yourself a visit to the gynaecologist, you might experience some menstrual issues , watch your expenditure.

Hagalaz

Change has to occur , some things are destroyed so new things can be built, unexpected meetings and realisations, destruction now will end up making something good for the future keep hoping, you could have a breakup, moving houses , someone fake in your friend circle will be unmasked.

Pile 2 :

My dear pile 2 , she really wants you to take a stand for yourself , my dear file 2 you have been relying on the guidance of a person for too long and at this point you have almost become dependent on that person but she suggests you to go for a soul searching and finding what you really like to do because the end of the day you should grow old fulfilling your passions and desires , you are already abundant and blessed because of your family hierarchy and how rich have you been You should explore forest and small places for learning about life it feels as if you have grown old but your wisdom needs to be increased, You should pay attention to your hair as it holds wisdom and ancestor knowledge right now You may have dreams crazy dreams take notes of them somebody is trying to communicate to you , your future is in your hands You don't have much time there is a big change coming in for you with the onset of the new change . There could be an extra marital Affair that could change the course of your life beware and make sure you have enough resources to make out of it I see the symbolism of red and white candles you can use them and ask your guides so that they can provide you a clear part of what you can do ahead but they can only help you when you ask for help yourself . Take the stand for yourself to do whatever you are interested in.

Runes :

Dagaz

You're are in the path of self discovery and awakening, re evaluation, talk to your children or the children in your neighborhood, invest in family planning, keep hustling it will be worth it , evolution in relationship, take your medicines regularly.get an eye checkup .

Eiwaz

You could be entering or interested in shamanism , you're going through an awakening, you may think something has ended but it's yet to be fulfilled, you could work with chaos magick , there could be some delays but don't worry about it , it will work out , are some of you consuming weed , there's a union in the spiritual plane .

Pile 3 :

Dear pile 3 , Aset wants to convey that you should be looking after things you choose to nurture , maybe you brought a plant or a pet but you are not paying attention to it she wants you to take into account your responsibilities maybe it could be about the older members in the family, you will be going out on a trip soon and you should take care of yourself physically as well as spiritually I see the vision of an amulet that will be protecting you You should search signs for protection or make a sigil for yourself that will help you for sure , all that you have dreaming will come true, but remember to put efforts for it as nothing comes without trying you are blessed in every field , you will be meeting a new partner soon that will help you realise your potential remember to not sabotage the relationship because you are not healed, try to focus on making yourself stable and creating a balance that will be very essential for you ,work on your sacral chakra , don't dwell on the past the future is brighter than you can imagine , go somewhere near a pond and feel the healing energy, in the next 3 months we will be undergoing a lot of changes and a lot of things that you like but are not good for you will go away from you but remember to know that there is always something that serves in exchange of something that doesn't serve , if there's a group project coming your way then remember to include everyone and not take too much on yourself you are divinely protected.

Runes :

Ingwaz

protect your home , work on your masculine energy, make necessary sacrifices, new births , changes , expansion, process of manifestation, look after your well being and health, reorganization.

Dagaz (came up in pile 2 as well you can check it if you want )

You're are in the path of self discovery and awakening, re evaluation, talk to your children or the children in your neighborhood, invest in family planning, keep hustling it will be worth it , evolution in relationship, take your medicines regularly.get an eye checkup .

That's all , thank you so much for reading i hope it resonates and helps you 🤍

[shadowglens]

it’s my first time going to see a gynaecologist, please send good vibes

[harryistheonlyoneforme]

No rush, but when do you think you’ll add part 4 here? Love ya xx

Ruin(4)*

warnings: fluff, smut, sex toy use, masturbation, oral(m receiving)

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The first thing YN feels when she wakes up is the chill that has taken over her body, shivering slightly as she sits up. She rubs her hands up and down her body, just looking around her bedroom. In the midst of her confusion, she doesn't even notice that she's naked, not until she looks over at her bedside clock and notices that it's well past midnight.

Going to stand from her bed to stretch, she finally notices the lack of clothing on her body, confusion still evident on her face until realization dawns on her. A small gasp leaves her lips as she remembers what happened just a few hours before, and then she finally hears the sounds coming from her living room.

YN quickly throws on her robe and makes her way out into the hallway, seeing some light coming from the room just a few feet away. Realizing that it's just her TV, she heads in there to turn it off when she sees her gynaecologist sitting on her couch with her remote in his hand and a slice of pizza in the other. She gasps quite loudly, making his head whip over to her in shock.

"Holy shit, you scared me" Harry chuckles, clearing his throat before finishing his slice of pizza. He swallows the last bite and dusts his hands off, making his way to the beautiful woman just a few feet away. "I ordered some pizza. But I didn't know what kind you'd prefer so I just got cheese. I hope that's alright" he says, resting on the back of the couch. He chuckles quietly when he sees her nod, reaching over to grab her arm and pull her to his chest before he's wrapping his arms around her.

She's instantly melting into his embrace, the two of them basking in the warmth of each other. It's so domestic that Harry doesn't know what to do with himself, his heart hammering in his chest as he turns to the side and presses a gentle kiss to the top of her head before breathing in deeply and getting a whiff of her shampoo. His eyes close in contentment, and that's when it finally dawns on him that he's falling for this girl. His patient. He's spent weeks with her on his mind every second of the day, but he chucked it up to it being lust and his corrupted mind, but right now, her being in his arms just feels so right he never wants to leave.

Reluctantly, he pulls away to help her over to the couch so she can eat, asking if he can get her anything to drink. She chuckled and asks for a bottled water, a smile on her face as he scurries into the kitchen for her drink. She thanks him for her drink and digs in, the pizza still hot so she knows he got it recently. Doing some thinking, she realizes he got it from the pizza shop just a few blocks down that doesn't close until 3 am. YN can't even count the times she's been there after waking up with an empty stomach.

The first few bites of the pizza are pure heaven, her eyes rolling back as Harry chuckles at her reaction, watching in adoration as she enjoys the food. The two sit in comfortable silence, just watching the television in front of them until Harry decides to break the silence. "How did you sleep?" he asks nonchalantly, leaning back to rest into the couch. YN is mid bite when he asks, and she hurriedly finishes chewing before answering his question.

"I slept well, thank you for cleaning me up and tucking me in" she says sheepishly, turning her head to look at the attractive man beside her. He hums in recognition before pulling his phone from under his leg as he notices there's no more pizza.

"No problem, I'm glad you slept well. Are you still hungry? I was thinking about heading out to the diner down the street for a bite to eat. Would you like to come with?" he questions timidly, afraid of her answer.

A surprised chuckle leaves his lips as her face lights up and she hops up from the couch, agreeing. She goes to clean up the table, but Harry doesn't let her. "I've got it, go get dressed" he says softly, watching her nod and head down the hallway as she expresses her gratitude.

~

About ten minutes later, YN is walking down the hall wearing some shorts and a hoodie, and Harry knows he's already whipped when his cock hardens at the sight of her fully covered in a casual outfit. Shaking away his thoughts, he gives her a smile and grabs his keys and the two head out to his car to make their way to the diner.

Harry opens the door for her, and she thanks him before he's jogging around to his side and hopping in, making sure she's all set before driving off.

The car is relatively silent, aside from their gentle breathing and the sound of his fingers drumming against the steering wheel. He doesn't know what to say but he can't stand the silence, so he slips a disc in the player and soon enough, the sound of 'Go Your Own Way' by Fleetwood Mac fills the car quietly, and he hears a loud gasp from beside him. He cuts his eyes to the right to see YN with a large smile on her face and her eyes on him.

"You listen to Fleetwood Mac?" she asks excitedly, and Harry knows right then that he's going to ask her out tonight, maybe on the way back to her place. He hums and nods, loving the pure joy he can see radiating from her. Suddenly she's turning in the seat so her back is against the door and she can face him entirely.

"What's your favourite album?" she quizzes, needing to know if they're as similar as she thinks. He tells her his favourite is 'Rumors' and his smile is doubling in size, his dimples getting deeper as she gasps once more. "There's no way! I love that one too!" she gushes, relaxing back into the seat as they listen to the song, talking about the albums and individual songs, all the way until they arrive at the diner.

He kills the engine and hops out before making his way around to her side and opening the door, grabbing her hand and helping her out. Closing the door, the two head to the entrance of the diner he's never been to.

YN says hello to the older man that owns the diner, making her way to give him a hug.

"Haven't seen you around in a bit, Y/N/N. Who's curly?" he jokes, referring to Harry's hair.

The two of them chuckle before Harry's introducing himself to the man. The man introduces himself in return and tells them to sit down wherever they'd like. YN chooses a booth near the jukebox, already having plans for how the rest of the night should go. Before Harry sits down, he slips some coins into the jukebox to play some more Fleetwood Mac, loving the smile that lights up her gorgeous face.

Sliding in, Harry sits down across from her as he skims the menu, speaking up first. "He seems really nice. Do you come here a lot?" he questions curiously, glancing up at her before looking at the drink menu.

"Yeah. I've known Joe almost all my life. He was there for me when my dad died and really helped my mom out when it came to providing for me" she says, and Harry sees a look of hurt cross over her face at the mention of her father.

"I'm so sorry to hear that" Harry sympathizes, unknowing of how to console her, so he reaches over to her hand that's resting on the table and takes it in his before rubbing his thumb over it gently. She gives him a small smile, but doesn't pull away, still running her eyes over the menu.

Clearing her throat, she speaks up first. "Harry, we should get milkshakes!" she says excitedly, the atmosphere between them instantly changing back as if their conversation hadn't happened just a few seconds prior.

Nodding, Harry looks at the expansive list of flavours before deciding on a cookie dough milkshake with no cherry. YN throws a fit when he says that, but eventually gets over it as she orders her burger and milkshake, Harry ordering a grilled chicken sandwich with his. The two chat until their food gets to the table, thanking Joe happily.

They talk throughout the whole meal, from college to their childhoods. In the silent diner, their soft chatter and laughter fill the space, and neither of them see Joe with a bright smile on his face, loving to see YN truly happy. When they're almost finished, Harry finally builds the courage to ask something that's been on his mind all day.

"Will you go on a date with me?" he blurts out, and his heart is in overdrive as he sees the frown on her face, but it's instantly swelling when she speaks up.

"Was this not a date already?" she asks nonchalantly, taking another drink of her thick milkshake. His heart stutters in his chest at her words and his breath gets caught in his throat.

"Do you want it to be?" he questions, stunned at her words. She just hums and nods, going back to playing the game on her phone as Harry sits there completely elated, a huge smile on his face. Throughout the rest of their time together, he's unable to keep his eyes off her and the smile has not left his face once. The two thank Joe and YN hugs him before the two head back out to his car.

~

Pulling back into her apartment complex, Harry jumps out the car and opens her door as she steps out and walks her to the entrance of her home, neither of them wanting the night to end.

They walk so slowly, anything to prolong the night, until they get to her front door. YN unlocks the door and takes a deep breath before turning to him. "Would you like to stay over?" she asks timidly, and that's when Harry can't take it anymore, leaning down to press his lips to hers.

YN is shocked for only a moment before she's deepening the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck.

They pull away breathlessly, smiles on both their faces. "I'd love to" he pants, entering her home once more.

~

Since Harry had no clothes comfortable enough for him to sleep in, he decided to sleep in just his boxers, per YN's request. She didn't want him to have to go all the way home just for a change of clothes, so she suggested for him to just take off his jeans and his shirt. He obliged, folding his clothes neatly and placing them atop a chair she'd had in her bedroom. When he goes to ask for blankets and a pillow to sleep on the couch, though, she brushes it off and just tells him to hop in her bed.

He's a bit nervous to say the least, climbing into her bed and lying down in the part furthest from her. YN isn't having that, so she tells him it's okay to scoot in, happy to have a cuddle buddy instead of her pillow.

Reluctantly, Harry slides closer to her, spooning her from behind as he finally relaxes, the both of them happy to be so close to one another. Harry and YN fall asleep with small smiles on their faces, perfectly content.

~

The next morning, Harry wakes up to warmth and the feeling of little bits of pressure all over his face, making him groan and start to slowly open his eyes. Upon opening them, he's shocked to see YN above him, pressing small kisses all over his face. A smile adorns his face at the gorgeous woman above him, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her on top of him, pressing his lips to hers passionately. Pulling away, YN breaks the silence.

"Do you want some breakfast? I was thinking about ordering some in if you'd like to stay" she explains, lifting her head slightly to look at his face.

"Of course. What are you trying to order?" he asks, still not letting go of her. She tells him and he thinks of what they have, deciding on his meal.

They order the food and once it arrives, they dig in and enjoy, watching TV and talking as they do. When they're done, YN goes to walk to the window beside the couch and notices a bag sitting there, one that she definitely did not leave there. Curiosity fills her as she heads over and picks it up but doesn't open it, instead walking over to Harry and telling him that he left a bag over there. She watches in confusion as his face lights up.

"That's actually something for you! You know when you rub the little button down there and you get that funny feeling deep in your tummy?" he questions, watching her nod. "Well all the things in that bag help you get that feeling without having to use your hand! Would you like to try them?" he asks, chuckling as she nods eagerly before leaning down and taking him into her arms, thanking him. "No problem, love. Let's head up to your room, hm?" he says, leaning backwards and placing a gentle kiss on her lips.

She nods eagerly, practically skipping to her bedroom with the bag in her hand, Harry giggling at her excitement. He enters the bedroom to see her sitting on the edge of the bed fully clothed, so he tells her that it's probably best to undress if she's comfortable. That makes her nod eagerly before she's standing up and stripping right there in front of Harry.

While she gets comfortable on the bed once more, Harry comes up with a plan. He sets the bag down and grabs her full length mirror from beside her bedroom door, moving it to where it is opposite her bed. Walking back over, he tells her that he's going to go wash the toys off in her bathroom. Arriving back in her room, he gives her a small smile as he walks to the bed, placing another kiss onto her lips and climbing on.

"Do you think you could show me how you touch yourself down there? Maybe show me what you like?" he asks softly, careful not to offend her or scare her. She nods gently at his words before simply leaning back and spreading her legs, a small moan leaving Harry's lips once he sees her cunt glistening in the lighting of her bedroom.

"Yeah, that's fine. I've been really wet down there ever since you told me you have things that will make me feel good" she says as if her words hold no weight, wasting no time and using her dominant hand to play with her folds a bit. "It feels nice when I do this and then play with my button. It's like I get wetter" she shrugs.

"Oh? How much wetter?" he questions, his cock hardening in his boxers. He takes the pause in her speech to gently free his cock, hissing in relief once the pressure is lessened.

"It's like I'm dripping down there. Is that normal?" she asks softly, hoping there's nothing wrong with her but still swiping a finger through her sodden folds. The contrast of her sweet voice and lewd actions have Harry moaning out loud, rubbing his thumb over the head of his leaking cock. "What are you doing?" she asks, confused.

"Yes, baby. It's normal" he pants, still circling the sensitive head. "And what I'm doing is like what you're doing. It's the same thing, I just have to do it a little differently. It's just like when you rub your button. If I do it long enough, I get a funny feeling in my tummy too" he says breathlessly, starting to spread his precum around his shaft so he can stroke it comfortably.

"Oh, okay. Well if you show me how, do you think I could help you get that feeling like when you help me?" she questions timidly, and Harry has to hold the base of his cock to keep himself from cumming at her words, his cock twitching wildly.

"Fuck" he moans. "Sure, baby. We can try it later. Right now, though, I need you to show me how you get that feeling in your tummy. Can you do that for me, honey?" he questions, trying his hardest to stave off his impending orgasm. She nods and gets right back to the task at hand, using her accumulated wetness to rub around the sensitive head of her clit. A loud whine leaves her lips at the feeling, her head lulling to the side as she works on the sensitive nub.

"Oh, Harry this feels so good" she moans, planting her feet flat on the bed to get a better angle to stimulate herself.

It takes everything in Harry not to storm over to her and get a taste of her, to climb between his legs and bury his face in her warmth. No, he has to keep his composure, make sure he sees what she likes best for when he gets the toys. Unsurprisingly, it only takes her about five minutes before she's nearing her peak, her legs starting to shake and her cries intensifying. She rubs her clit around two more times before she's cumming with a shout of his name, a groan leaving his lips as well as he gets onto his knees and makes his way to her.

Harry slides behind her on the bed as she's still catching her breath, the cleaned toys in his hand.

"Are you ready to use one of these, Lovie?" he coos, rubbing up and down her arm as she relaxes into him.

She nods and slides back a bit so she's more comfortable, turning her head to purse her lips, wanting a kiss from Harry. He chuckles at her adorable face, pressing a kiss to her awaiting lips, groaning in shock when she deepens it and reaches behind her, palming his sensitive cock. "I want you to help me out, baby. I really do, but right now we're focusing on you.

Will you let me take care of you for a bit?" he coos, brushing some hair from her slightly sweaty forehead as she pouts gently but nods. "Good girl" he praises, smiling widely as she whimpers quietly and closes her still spread legs.

"Did you like that?" he asks softly, watching her avoid his face as she nods. "Well, that's alright. I'm glad you like it, you're my good girl. You know that, right?" he questions, making her nod feverishly. "I know you do. Let's get to the toys now, hm?" he requests and she nods once more.

"Okay, we're going to start with this small bullet. It's gonna vibrate on your little button and make you feel so good, I promise" he tells her, watching as she spreads her legs in anticipation of the small pink object in his hand.

He says nothing more, swirling it to the lowest setting before using his free hand to hold back her thigh for better access. The second she feels the toy on her clit, she's moaning quietly, trying to get an idea of this new feeling. "How does it feel?" Harry asks, rubbing his thumb on her thigh.

"It feels nice, but kind of like I need more" she responds, and Harry smirks, turning up the bullet a couple settings, his cock twitching at the loud moan she lets out.

"Is that better, baby? Does that feel good on your button?" he coos, looking up into the mirror to see her nodding with her eyes squeezed shut, both hands gripping the duvet underneath her tightly. He can see her bottom lip tucked between her teeth and he wants nothing more than to be the one biting it for her. "I bet. Are you starting to feel the burning in your tummy again?" he questions, pressing it onto her clit harder.

"Uh huh" she whines, her legs shaking. "I'm close to that big feeling"

He chuckles at her innocence, deciding to finally tell her what the feeling is. "Well, honey. That feeling you've been getting? It's called an orgasm. When you feel it, let me know, but saying orgasm is too formal so just say 'I'm gonna cum'. Is that okay?" he questions and she's nodding once more, her moans coming more frequently.

"Harry, I'm gonna cum" she whines, bucking her hips upward to lean into the stimulation of the bullet. Harry chuckles before giving her the okay.

"Okay, honey. Cum for me. Let it all out, baby" he coos, and her legs are instantly locking up as her orgasm takes over, a deep groan leaving her lips.

He leaves it there until she whines from overstimulation, and Harry moves the bullet away from her twitching cunt. Her chest is heaving as she comes down and Harry is rubbing up and down her thigh and cooing into her ear, making sure she knows she's safe with him.

When she finally comes down, he breaks the silence, clearing his throat to get her attention. He finds her eyes before asking her the question.

"Do you think you could take another orgasm with the other toy or should we leave that for another day?" he questions, nodding in understanding when YN shakes her head softly. He's prepared to clean her up and get her to bed, but she's stopping him from leaving the bed.

"No, I'm ready to help you out the way you help me" she says, and Harry literally moans out loud at her words, nodding and relaxing into the bed.

"Okay, honey. We can do that. Do you have any idea of what to do?" he whispers, and she thinks for a moment before nodding her head.

"I just do what you were doing, right? Moving my hand up and down?" she inquires, and his heart is filling with pride at how observant his sweet girl is.

"That's right, honey. You're so observant, such a good girl for me" he coos, and she nods, melting into him before she's climbing up onto her knees and turning to him before sitting on her heels.

"The only thing you missed is that you have to get it wet so it's not uncomfortable" he tells her, reaching down to pull his hard cock out once more.

"Could I use my mouth?" she questions, chuckling as Harry nods eagerly at her words. YN wastes no more time before she's leaning down to lick on his cock like a lollipop, a whimper leaving his lips at the feeling. She keeps doing so until she's satisfied, sitting up to take is cock in her palm. "Should I go fast or slow?" she inquires, and Harry tells her to go at a speed somewhere in the middle. She does so, looking up to him for approval. "Like this?"

"Fuck. Yes, honey. Just like that" he moans, bucking his hips as his orgasm is already nearing, the events of the last hour catching up to him. He takes one look at her concentrated face and whimpers, calling her name to get her attention.

"Can you kiss me please? Need to feel your lips" he whines, and she's instantly obliging, leaning up to press their lips together, Harry deepening it and biting down onto her lip gently. She moans into his mouth at the feeling and he groans, pulling away to throw his head back at the feeling of her hand.

"Shit, YN. I'm gonna cum" he warns. "Just a little faster" he demands, his balls drawing up beneath her fist. "Just like that, fuck" he says, cum starting to shoot from the head of his cock before he's going completely still and letting rope after rope of cum leave his sensitive cock. YN just watches in amazement as the thick, creamy substance lands all over her fist and his stomach.

The second he's gently pushing her hand away, she can't resist, sticking her tongue out to taste the liquid. She hums at the taste, liking it but not going in for a second lick.

Harry is still panting as she does so, and he watches her reach for her shirt that's beside the bed, cleaning up her sticky thighs before her hand, and eventually his cock and his stomach, gentle so she doesn't hurt him. He feels guilty for her having to clean them up, but his orgasm truly took everything out of him and he can only watch as she throws it across the room to her laundry hamper before she's pulling the duvet over the both of them, climbing into his open arms.

He reaches over and turns off the bedside lamp, neither of them having the energy to get up and turn off the main lights. His arms are wrapped around her as her head lie on his chest, the only sounds in the bedroom being their slightly harsh breathing as they start to succumb to their exhaustion.

"Could I ask you something, YN?" Harry speaks up, breaking the silence. She responds with a hum of acknowledgment, his cue to continue.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" he asks nervously, still holding her body tight against his, her breathing evening out.

"Of course, could never say no to that" she responds, dozing off immediately after. Harry presses a loving kiss on her head before nodding off as well, a dimpled smile on his face.

~

[welldonebeca]

Trust Your Doctor (1)

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Nancy squeezed her bra strap tightly as she waited for someone to call her name.

The front room was completely empty after the last lady - a pregnant woman - had gone in, and left over five minutes ago.

And yet, Nancy hadn't been called.

The room was in complete silence, so much that was just making her grow more anxious than ever before in her life.

This was the first time she was at Doctor Winchester's office alone. All times before, Mum was just by her side.

Right now, though, she was going to go in alone. She was an adult, after all.

It was a little weird to have a male gynaecologist, but he was highly recommended by her mother's doctor, and was covered by her insurance.

After turning eighteen, she didn't feel the need to go back for quite some time. But now, she was thinking that maybe it was time to get on birth control. That meant that she needed to see her doctor again.

Doctor Samuel Winchester.

"Nancy Sousa?" she heard, and looked up quickly, finding a green-eyed man staring at her.

A nurse in blue scrubs was standing in front of her, looking at her with a little smile on his face.

"I'm Nurse Dean Winchester, are you Nancy Sousa?"

The little brunette's eyes stared at him in awe. She didn't know nurses ever came out this pretty.

"Uh..." she mumbled. "Where do I go?"

"I'll take you," Dean smiled.

She nodded slowly, a bit surprised.

Didn’t they have a specific person at the front desk for those things? 

Why did the nurse have to come to get her?

And his name…

He threw her a look, and Nancy felt her face burning hot as she blushed. 

"Call me Dean, sweetheart," he told her.

She nodded. 

"Mister Dean," she corrected herself. "I've never seen you around before." 

He raised his eyebrows at the question. 

"I'm new," he told her. "Got the job because of my brother, Doctor Samuel."

She looked down at her own hands. Of course. To be this good-looking, he had to be related to doctor Winchester. 

"He told me about you," he said, sounding like he was smirking. "You're even prettier than I thought."

Nancy looked at him with wide eyes, surprised and flustered.

"I'd stare at your pussy for free, and Sammy is paid to do that," he chuckled. "Lucky guy."

She choked on her saliva, shocked, but before Nancy could say anything about it, the door to the doctor's office opened, revealing doctor Winchester. 

"Thank you, Dear," Samuel said quickly. "Come in, Miss Sousa. I was waiting for you."

Nancy stepped through the door with her face still on fire, and sat down quickly in front of the large white desk in the room.

"I hope I didn't make you wait too long," Doctor Winchester shot her a charming smile. 

"Not really," she mumbled. "Uh... the nurse...."

"My brother," he pressed his lips together, looking bothered. "He didn't get the memo that he doesn't have quite that charming of a personality."

She giggled a little, and Sam grinned. 

"I suppose your mother is waiting outside?" he asked, writing something down on his computer.

Nancy shook her head, pushing her hair behind her ears. 

"No, sir, it's just me today," she mumbled.

Doctor Sam hummed a confirmation.

"Of course," he said simply. "A young woman like you needs her privacy." 

She nodded, agreeing. It was a little scary to do this, but he was right. She was an adult now, and should consider herself and be treated as such.

"Alright," he looked away from the screen. "Is there anything you're worried about? Any pain, any lump?"

Nancy shook her head. 

"And your period?"

"As regular as always," she assured him.

He hummed positively again. 

"Any pain during sex I should be worried about?"

She shook her head. 

"No pain and no sex," she mumbled. 

He hummed a little, looking a little intrigued.

Nancy waited for him to say something about that. It was normal, right, for her doctor to be asking her about her sex life? He was her gyno, after all.

"But I'm dating someone," she said, a little too quickly. "And I may need birth control. Soon."

Doctor Samuel raised his eyebrows, and though he was wearing a mask, Nancy could see he was surprised. 

"Well, it is very wise and smart of you to come to me before you do it," he said, finally.

Nancy exhaled, forcing herself to relax.

"Yeah, I... I wanted to make sure I'm doing the right thing," she mumbled.

Doctor Samuel nodded. 

"And are you sure you know what you're doing?" he asked. "That you want to do it?"

Nancy frowned, looking at him, though it was hard to read his expression under the mask. 

Why was he wearing a mask? Wasn't she supposed to be seeing his face before the physical exam? 

"I... I don't know?" she stuttered.

He rested his hands on the desk between them, and she couldn't help noticing how big they were. 

"How long have you known this guy?" he asked. "I mean, I suppose it is a guy, that is the only sort of relationship that demands you to get birth control."

She nodded, a little embarrassed. 

Yes, it was a guy. She had been dating him since before graduation, she trusted him a lot now, he was both her friend and a really good boyfriend. 

"I mean, it's been almost a year?" she answered, confused. "It's enough right?"

Doctor Sam sighed, moving to the computer again and writing something down.

"And do you want the pill, an IUD..." he listed. "Maybe an implant?"

Nancy looked in his eyes, realising he wasn't so sure about the last one. 

"Which one is quicker?" she mumbled. 

"The pill," he told her. "It's the one I recommend the most for someone in your age group."

She nodded slowly. 

"You know, it is the most comfortable one in terms of pain and management..." he listed. 

That made her frown, confused.

"Pain?" she asked.

Sam confirmed, looking a little worried. 

"Well, you know... The insertion and the adjustment period of the IUD and the implant are really hurtful," he told her.

"Oh," she sighed. 

Nancy sat back in her seat. 

"And with the pill, you just have to remember to take it every day," he said, looking like he was smiling with the way his eyes were squeezed.

She nodded, and he chuckled. 

"And if you forget, you'll get a little bum in the oven," he giggled.

Her cheeks heated up in response, and Nancy clenched her hands at the hem of her dress. 

"I should put on my gown," she realised.

Doctor Samuel nodded. 

“You can go behind the curtain,” he told her. “I’ll just write you a prescription and meet you there in a minute.”

Nancy shot him a confused look, but hurried up when he raised her an eyebrow. 

She distinctly remembered how he usually left the room and only came back once her mother told him she was ready. Maybe undressing behind the curtain was the norm, and he was just trying to accommodate mum before?

The short brunette tried to be quick, undressing in a hurry while she listened to him typing something down in his computer, and put the ugly gown on before folding her dress and underwear, placing them on the chair.

“Are you ready, Miss Sousa?” he asked, and she could see his silhouette as her doctor rose from his seat.

Nancy’s eyes widened once she saw him on his feet. She had never realised how tall and strong he was before. 

"Yes, sir."

She watched as he walked around the door and took the things that were supposed to keep her feet up, and swallowed down, a little nervous. 

Doctor Winchester slowly pulled the side of the curtain facing the wall open, and looked at her with soft and sweet eyes. 

“Lay down, please.”

. . .

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[munariplans]

excerpt from is there someone else? pt. 2

a/n: this is an excerpt from the larger part of your highly-requested part 2 to is there someone else?

enjoy and i hope this tides through until the full part 2 is up!

“Is this your first time?” Natasha’s gynaecologist asked, staring you up and down while your wife changed back from her hospital gown. You felt the scrutiny under her stare, and subconsciously straightened your posture. 

Nodding, you were aware your arms were crossed in defence of yourself. She turned around as Natasha reappeared to ask you for help with her zipper, and when you came back out, she nonchalantly passed the comment of, “You don’t look too happy about it.”

Your heart sank, trying to laugh off the hurt with, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

She shrugged, pointing her clipboard to the direction of Natasha’s changing room. “That woman in there is a medical miracle. To be able to get pregnant under her circumstances, and considering she isn’t so young, I just thought…you would be more ecstatic.”

“You a shrink before becoming a gynaecologist, doctor?”

“Please,” she laughed, “Psychology is the furthest thing I wanted to touch in medical school. I just deduced from the happiness on her face, and the lack thereof, on yours. But what do I know, right? I’m just your doctor.”

“Right.”

The both of you watched as Natasha came out, and while she thanked the nurses and prepared to leave, the doctor leaned in to you again. “Is there anything I should know, ma’am? I’m only looking out for the mother and baby, and I’m working for their best interests, not mine or yours.”

You gave her a weird look, and a non-committal grunt as you signed the papers, but she was strangely perceptive. “If there’s someone else out there, someone waiting for you that is not her, as I have seen with many other partners before, I always suggest for you to end it. For the sake of both of them now, not just her.”

You found yourself hovering over Wanda’s contact on the drive home, the urge to call her almost instinctual. 

– 

After the doctor’s appointment, you had cooked Natasha lunch; with her choosing to pack and eat it out in the field, where the others were having a Sports Day. She was content enough just watching them, but out of the corner of her eye, she could spot you hunched over, elbows on your knees, a slight resigned look of misery on your face. To any other person, it could have just looked like you were bored, or tired, but Natasha had been seeing those expressions so frequently lately; she had deduced what they meant herself. Those expressions only came up when you were longing to spend time with anyone but her. 

“You can still join them, you know?” Natasha chimed in, “I’m sure Peter wouldn’t mind you subbing in for him. Kid looks exhausted.”

She remembered all the times she held you back; the life you had chosen to stay with her, instead of the life you could have had if you hadn’t married her. Even before the strain in your marriage, before her insecurities with Wanda entered the picture, Natasha often struggled to accept the fact that you chose her, out of everyone and everything. 

Giving up a promotion as Head of the new STRIKE team because it would relocate you to somewhere in the mountains of Switzerland, being the one to hold Clint’s arrow back from that one faithful mission, even standing up to Fury and the rest of the executive directors who held a shadow of a doubt towards her loyalty when she had run off after the events of what Tony called Civil War; she found it hard to imagine anyone else willing to do a shred of those things for her. 

“I hardly know the game standings by now.” You said, rubbing your eyes from exhaustion. “There’s no point.” 

Natasha wanted to protest, but your hand reached out to hers, albeit in an attempt to comfort her and to ask her to not fight you on it, but your touch felt cold and foreign. Then, it was when she noticed who your eyes had been on for the whole game. 

She wondered if you would have been happier if you hadn’t been with her at all. If you had been there, playing the game against Wanda, celebrating your team’s win with and for her. Instead, here you were, right beside her, eyes tired from staying up all night to help her through her bouts of nausea, making warm drinks and small snacks for her to still nourish herself, staying back from the Sports Day you were so looking forward to for the past few weeks just to accompany her to the doctor’s. She wondered if the small scan she was planning to put up by her bedside, and you planned to keep in your wallet, even gave you the same amount of joy it gave her. 

When she had finished her meal, she noticed you hadn't even touched yours. 

a/n: does it change your stand on whose side you're on now?

natasha is cognisant of reader's feelings, and reader is aware of the repercussions of choosing either side.

who do you think will reader take priority over?