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zeltqz · 1 year ago

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call me or not, it's up to you.

☰ — synopsis : you come back home after a night out and see you accidentally posted your private stories public, and received a drunk lengthy voicemail from your ex, ran.

☰ — pairing : haitani ran x fem!reader ☰ — length : 2.4k words ☰ — contents : nsfw and 18+ contents, mentions of violence (sanzu being sanzu), slight phone sex; they don't directly communicate, ran being mildly toxic and messing with your emotions, teeny itsy bitsy drops of gaslighting ☰ — notes : i literally suck at writing toxic characters so im SORRY if this is literal ass, (im trying my hardestttt) i just had a dream about this and had to execute it as best as i could lol

It was a regular Thursday night when you stumbled into your date’s house, struggling to walk with half a heel working.

“Let’s get you out of these.” He knelt before you and helped you unbuckle your heels and you sighed in relief when he slipped them both off.

“Remind me to never wear heels again,” you giggled, clutching onto him. He leaned down and kissed you. You hummed, still feeling the buzz from the alcohol earlier and wrap your arms around his waist, kissing him back. “I had fun tonight.”

He cupped both your cheeks in his hands and peppering them with kisses, each of them making you giggle at the ticklish feeling. “Me too.” There was a final lingering kiss before he pulled away. “Let’s get you ready for bed, alright?” He traced your cheekbones with his finger, and you smiled up at him, nuzzling your cheek against his hand.

“Okay.” He helped you up the stairs and you collapsed onto his bed, your dress riding up your thighs as you laid there, clutching at his soft sheets.

“I’m gonna shower first, alright babe?” He said in the process of removing his shirt. “Wanna join me?”

You shook your head, eyes threatening to close shut as you nuzzled his pillow. “I’m alright. You go first.”

He bit his lip, admiring you splayed out on the sheets for a moment, his mind racing with all the things he could do you tonight if you’d join him in the shower. But of course his fantasies only stay in his head since you’ve been rejecting every single one of his advances for the last three months. It’s always the same excuses : you’re not in the mood, or you’re too tired.

He sighed. “You sure babe?”

You’re half asleep at this point, just barely conscious as you murmur, “‘m sure.” His tongue poked his cheek and he nodded, saying nothing else and heading inside the bathroom.

You vaguely hear the shower turn on and about to enter a deep sleep when your phone buzzes.

@/shibayuzuha : oh my god who is this man u’re with on ur story? He is CUTE!!

@/hina_tachibana : was this supposed to be posted on your main? 😢

“What story?” you muttered, rubbing your eyes and sitting up. You click through your instagram story and rewatch the story you posted a few hours earlier when you were at the club. They were all videos of you and Masato dancing together, kissing, taking shots. Honestly you were buzzed the entire night and you thought you posted them on your private account, much less your close friends. “Oh fuck.”

You went to delete all the stories but the damage was already done, over 300 people already saw it. Oh well. That’s tomorrow’s problem.

You lay back down, eyelids blinking slowly as you fight back sleep and check your missed phone calls you accidentally ignored. That’s when you see it. A voicemail from Haitani Ran. Any ounce of sleep in your body vanished the moment you sat up quickly, rubbing your eyes checking if you saw correctly.

It was over five minutes long and part of you wanted to delete it, but at this moment, you couldn’t help but be curious. You pressed play and put the phone up to your ear.

“Hey. It’s me. Hope I’m not blocked or whatever, I know how petty you can get.” He chuckled to himself and the deep rumble of it took you back to all those months ago when you’d be laying beside him, head on his chest and just listen to the sound of his heartbeat as he spoke on the phone.

There was a deep inhale and the familiar crackle of him smoking that always used to relax you. “Saw your story by the way. Is that your new boy toy? Two of you look good together.” He exhaled and his voice was kinda slurred. “Kinda glad you moved on though. Thought you’d never get over me to be honest.”

“Oh fuck off,” you mumbled. He was still as full of himself as he was when you both ended things almost a year ago. If this was a regular phone call you would’ve hung up or told him he’s not that special, but you looked down and still saw another six minutes left. What the fuck else could he possibly have to say to you?

He chuckled again, and it was so obvious he was drunk now, which surprised you as he was a heavy weight and in your three years of dating you saw him get drunk only twice.

“You looked so fucking sexy in that dress, baby.” His groan had you squeezing your thighs together. “I can tell by the way he was holding you in those fucking videos he can’t handle you the way I can. He hasn’t fucked you yet, has he? Bet he’s real gentle and sweet with you not knowing you like it deep, and rough. Fuck, man.” He exhaled, rubbing his palm on his face. “Wanna know what I’d do if I was there with you baby?”

“...yes,” you whispered weakly to yourself. It was pointless; he couldn’t hear you and yet you were responding like he could. Blame it on the alcohol but there was nothing you wanted more than Ran right now.

“Bet you do. I’ll humour you though. I’ll take you to the dance floor and run my hands all over that body of yours, force that pretty head of yours back so I can mark all over your neck. Get you so hot and bothered till you’re begging me to fuck you. That happened one time didn’t it? Remember that one night in the club? I had my hands all over you and you dared me to flip your skirt up and fuck you right there. Man, you were such a tease, and a fucking sadist too. Remember when you said you wanted to watch some schmuck clean up my cum from the floor?”

You giggled and bit your lip, teasing your hands down your stomach. You remembered that night perfectly. Ran changed you when you were dating. You don’t even recognise yourself right now because everything just felt right when you were with him. Those years with him were the best of your life, you were young and figuring shit out. You’re still young and figuring shit out, but without him you’re taking a little longer to come to the conclusion of certain things.

Ran had his ups and downs. He was far from the perfect boyfriend, and he knew that. That’s why he was so surprised when you stayed for all those years despite his flaws. He was emotionally unavailable and never spoke about anything concerning him. He was sometimes rude and blunt when pissed off, and the arguments you both would get into would end up in the two of you ignoring each other for weeks. At first you’d be the one to break the silence and show up to his house and just hug him. He’d always smell like cigarettes and it should’ve disgusted you yet you couldn’t help but feel comfort. The smell was strong and yet it never bothered you when you smelt it on him. You’d apologise, crying in his arms as he embraced you back, rubbing up and down your back as you vented it all out in his chest, wetting his shirt with your tears. If he had people over he’d tell them to get the fuck out, hiding your face in his chest until the door closed.

That was the usual routine until the arguments got worst and your pride grew stronger and you’d refuse to talk to him until he broke it first. He didn’t believe you at first but after a month of no contact he finally broke it first. Since then, he was always the one apologising first, showing up to your house in the middle of the night at random hours to tell you he’s sorry and didn’t mean what he’d said.

The ups were better than the downs in the relationship. He’d teach you things, he always made you feel good, and simply being next to him was enough to make your entire week, even if it's for a few hours. He made you feel like the only girl in the world, like the most special girl to exist, and he helped boost your confidence by buying you nice things like clothes, accessories, lingerie, and tell you to look at yourself in the mirror and watch as he worships your body, taking his time to kiss his way down your stomach and thighs, and once he got to your pussy he swore he could eat you out for hours, just until your thighs were shaking around him.

The memory of his tongue between your legs had your back arching off the bed clutching the phone tighter to your ear as you squeezed a hand between your legs, playing with yourself as he talked you through it over the phone.

“Bet you’re touching yourself right now,” he exhaled shakily. “If you’re not, you better start. Want you to remember how well I fucked you every time. Can you do that for me baby?”

“Mmhmm.” Thankfully Masato takes decades in the shower so you didn’t have to worry about him walking in or hearing. Not like you would’ve cared honestly. He’s not Ran, and he won’t ever be.

“Miss you being my good girl. Fuck. He doesn’t deserve to have his hands all over you. Should send Sanzu over and fuck, get him to cut all his fucking fingers off for touching you like that. Man, I bet that idiot doesn’t know that I fucked you in that same dress you know? That’s what got me so damn bothered right now. Wearing the shit I bought you to go fuck around?”

“‘M sorry,” you whimper, parting your folds and slipping as many fingers as you could fit inside without hurting yourself. No matter whatever you shove inside there, it never feels as good as Ran’s fingers, or tongue, or cock. “Need you so bad Ran.”

“Man, wanna hear how you sound right now. Bet you sound so sweet, like usual. Could you do something for me?” You nodded and stopped your fingers movements, listening to his next words.

“Call me again. I miss you so much it’s crazy. Got so much to talk to you about. It’s been how long? Couple months since I last heard from you. And I know you don’t hate me. You never could. That’s something I love about you. Always there for me when I need you. We both took each other for granted, you know? Deny it all you want but you did. And that’s okay. But I wanted to let you know if you ever come back into my life, I’m not letting you go. For real, not making that mistake again. I dunno why I called you tonight honestly, just drank a lot and now I fucking miss you. Call me or not, it’s up to you.”

Then he said the words that made your heart nearly stop and freeze over in your chest. “I love you.”

Before you could even say it back the voicemail ended, leaving you conflicted.

#—tr </3 #ran x reader #haitani ran x reader #ran haitani x reader #tokyorev x reader #tokrev x reader #tokrev #haitani ran smut #ran smut #ran haitani smut

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iimplicitt · 4 months ago

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KEEP YOUR EYES ON ME BOY | CL16

charles leclerc x girlfriend! character

wanrings/an: mentions of an eating disorder, bullying, depression, angst, fluff, hea, monaco gp 2024 win

requests open

wc: 3.9k

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Stress wore at the edges of her body. She could feel it, every ache of muscle and her bones felt dry. It all felt wrong. Her skin not fitting right and she was tired. Always tired.

Sighing, she rubbed tiredly at her eyes before she started to get ready. It was a race weekend, in Monaco at that, so the tension and excitement was bubbling in the air. Palpable. Nearly tasting of champagne given that’s all anyone seemed to be drinking.

As she did her makeup in the bathroom, her eyes kept dancing to the bedroom reflected behind her. Taking in the sleeping form of her boyfriend wrapped in white linen sheets. She always woke up earlier than him. Sleep wasn’t something that came often, she was always restless. She also liked to get ready before he woke up, get all dolled up so he would call her pretty first thing in the morning. She liked keeping him satisfied.

Being the girlfriend of a Formula One driver meant she always had to look her best. At least that’s what it felt like.

She was terrified of him leaving. His eyes wandering. So many of the other girls were models. Drop dead gorgeous. She was just trying to keep up.

Charles’ body rose and fell gently, his brown hair a mess on the pillow case. Looking peaceful as he slept.

She knew how much this weekend meant to him. His home race, right on the streets he grew up on. She had wanted to give him the space. No distractions. She’d stay in their apartment and watch on tv. Let him have his moment. Not admitting to herself or him that she was really just scared. Scared of the photographers and fans who seemed to hate that she existed. Scared of feeling insecure of all the other girls in the paddock.

Fake it till you make it is what she had tried to tell herself. But the moment her and Charles went public all the comments got to her. The criticism. She wasn’t pretty enough for him. She was a gold digger. She was too young. She was using him to further her own career. She was a lapse in his judgement. She was a whore.

She wanted to delete all her socials but Charles had talked her out of it. “It’s just noise,” he would say, like it was so easy. Plus, she didn’t have much of a choice. Having a good social media presence came with the territory of dating him.

To manage it, every once and a while she’d post a random photo dump of her travels and then turn off her notifications. Out of sight, out of mind. But she knew those comments were there. The hate pages. Lingering in the back of her mind every time she looked at herself in the mirror. Chewing on ice to stay skinny enough. Not just for them or Charles, but her own happiness.

She just wanted to be enough.

She felt guilty sometimes. It’s not like Charles had necessarily done anything to shovel these worries into her. She was just insecure, she knew that. But sometimes it felt like she loved him and he loved the vanity of it all. The image. They looked good together on paper. A young couple, rich, lavish, traveling the world. She sometimes felt like a status quo. A status. His favourite toy he liked to play with. Driver’s always got more attention when they were seeing someone.

Doubts on top of doubts.

She felt like an ungrateful bitch. But she was greedy. She wanted all of him, all of his attention. Hating that she had to share him with the world.

She didn’t know why her heart felt like this. Charles gave her every piece of him that he could. He was a public figure, had been for years. Long before he even knew she existed. She respected that, she did. But he lived life in the fast lane and she was terrified of getting left behind. Of him finding someone better around the corner. She wouldn’t blame him, if there was another girl out there who looked like heaven on earth and had all the self confidence in the world she’d leap at the opportunity.

Stress was the last thing he needed, so she kept her sadness to herself. Smiling warmly every time he looked at her. Making sure she gave him support in all that he did. Cheering him on, trying to make him feel on top of the world even if he had a bad day.

“Ma chérie?” His tired voice called out, rough with sleep and she turned, watching him rub at his eyes before sitting up on his elbows.

His smile was lazy, sleep still clinging to the edges of his features. Always so handsome.

She knew she was the luckiest girl alive.

He held his arm out, “C’mere.” His voice was soft but carried over the apartment easily, the early morning sun dancing over his tan skin through the window.

Her feet padded across the floor, her heart beating in her throat. She didn’t know why she always felt nervous around him. Always on her toes. She didn’t want to mess this up.

Charles’ arm snaked around her waist, pulling her close and his body warmth melted into her, calming her lungs. Touching him always seemed to ease her a bit. Reminding her he was human, like the rest of the world.

His head rested against her sternum as he held her close, sighing into her. She took to running her nails gently through his hair, which seemed to help him whenever he was anxious. Something she had originally never thought possible. Charles gave the impression of someone who could easily carry the weight of the world on his shoulders. But as they got to know each other more she realised how good he was at hiding. Putting up a front because he knew eyes were watching.

The press wasn’t kind to the drivers if they showed any strain. Saying they were losing their edge. They weren’t fit to race. That they should get over it and stop complaining. That men shouldn’t even have such ailments. Grow up.

His other arm snaked around her waist as he looked up at her, resting his chin against her and she took in the flecks of gold in his pretty eyes. “I think we got carried away last night.” His tone was light, teasing. His dimples showed slightly in his cheeks and she held his face in her hands. A blush bleeding into her own.

“I think you got carried away, you know I can’t say no to you.”

He shrugged, “you looked pretty naked on the balcony.”

She rolled her eyes, but couldn’t help it as anxiety clawed up her throat. Tickling like a spider who wanted to pry its way out. Worried that there were tabloids going viral, that they had been caught and she was being called a list of synonyms for the word slut. That she was ruining his reputation. His career. That she was sabotaging his home race.

As if reading her thoughts, Charles tugged her onto the bed and she laid down in the space between his legs, her back resting against his chest. He kissed the side of her head. “No one saw us. Trust me, if they had my phone would be blowing up right now.”

She supposed that was true, but what they had done was too risky. Regardless, she didn’t want to worry him. This was his weekend. She’d sugar coat anything for him, be who he needed her to be.

“Are you ready for today?”

They had their first practice sessions yesterday and it had gone well, though she stayed behind. Today was quali and she knew how much he wanted this. What it would mean for him. What it would mean for Monaco to have one of their own on pole.

His fingers dusted over her shoulder, down her arm to her hand before he twined his fingers with hers. “I want you to be there. Today and tomorrow.”

She held her breath for a moment, debating on how to respond. “This is your weekend I don’t–”

“Hey,” he lightly took hold of her chin and tilted her head back so they could look at one another. “I want you there with me. Forget about everyone else, it’s just you and me.”

She didn’t know why but she felt like crying. Sadness was weird that way, taking hold of every nerve even when one should be happy. He was always so reassuring yet her brain would still trip over itself on an invisible problem.

Smiling, she felt stiff all over. Wrong. An imposter. “Okay.”

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Her nails tapped a rhythm into the table, hyper aware of how she was sitting and what she looked like. Was she breathing normally? Did it look too forced, too quick, too shallow? Was her outfit okay? She wore one Charles had bought her a few weeks ago, delighted in the way he smiled at her when she walked out of the bathroom in it.

She liked it when she made the right choice.

When cameras flashed she tried not to flinch. The worst part was always when she walked into the paddock. It didn’t matter if she was alone or with Charles. Though if he was with her she usually idled back a few paces, letting him have the limelight and smile as people walked up to him for photos or autographs. This weekend he was the main point of interest, the Prince of Monaco in his own regard.

She smiled all the while, lightly to give the impression of being casual. It was just another day yet she also needed to look grateful. It was complicated, trying to win people over. She wasn’t allowed to look entitled but she also needed to fit in.

When Charles grabbed onto her waist to kiss her a quick goodbye before disappearing into Ferrari’s garage, panic seized her. She couldn’t breathe. But she kept smiling.

Rebecca had given her some advice; never let them see you break.

She still felt like she had to walk carefully around Carlos’ girlfriend. She was sweet and understanding, knowing how stressful it all was. But she couldn’t help it, she always wanted to appease those around her, desperately wanting to be liked. It was intimidating, being surrounded by models. Rebecca was also older than her, more experienced so she handled it with an air of grace that seemed impossible.

She heard another flicker of a camera lens, snapping her out of it and her eyes slated to the side, noticing a photographer taking pictures of people. Her stomach churned uneasily, her curiosity itching to glance at her phone but she knew better.

Watching them drive always made her nervous, that’s partly why she preferred staying home. In the safe haven of privacy. She tried to always be poised, giving support when appropriate. Trying not to over do it.

Yet when she watched Charles land on pole, her along with the rest of those in Ferrari’s paddock club shot up out of their chairs. Yelling and chanting, hands in the air. She was beaming. It was only a stepping stone for tomorrow, but she knew he must’ve been over the moon.

Someone then tapped her on the shoulder. She didn’t notice at first, still clapping and grinning as Charlotte pulled her into a quick hug. The tap came again, more pressure this time and she turned around, her eyes flicking across the room before they landed on a woman who must’ve been around her age.

“Yes?”

The woman smiled, looking kind enough and she held a notepad in her hand. “So sorry to bother you, but I didn’t want to miss the opportunity. Could you step just outside for a moment. On the balcony?”

She hesitated, realising this was probably a reporter of some kind. Not seeing why they wanted to talk to her, but Charles did just get pole so she assumed it was because of that. Maybe she just wanted a quote from his supportive partner. Besides, the balcony was right there.

So she smiled, ever the people pleaser. “Okay.”

Following her out between the crowd, the warm salt air greeted her skin, mingled with the faint smell of petrol. Her eyes danced back through the window, hoping she wouldn’t miss his post-quali interview.

“So,” the woman leaned slightly on the railing and looked down at her notes. “First, I just wanted to ask your thoughts about Charles getting pole.”

“Oh, wonderful. I’m so happy for him.”

The woman continued to stare at her and she wasn’t sure if she was supposed to add more. Wringing her hands nervously she cleared her throat. “Winning this race has always been a dream of his.”

“Obviously.”

She blinked at the tone shift. It wasn’t obvious, but she still picked up on it. Did she say something wrong? “Um, is that all? I should really–”

“You aren’t often seen at races. Why not go more often, given you should be supporting him? Or does he not want you there because you don’t know anything about racing?”

Her ears began to ring, pressure slowly building behind her eyes. She lightly shook her head, “I’m sorry what–”

“You two have been dating for a few years now but there’s still no ring,” the woman made a point to stare at her bare ring finger. “Then again, he doesn’t seem the marrying type. With his promiscuous past love life and all, do you think you’re a bench warmer to him?”

“No, I– I’m sorry but what paper were you with again?” She could feel her heart beat in her finger tips. The sun suddenly felt too bright, too close.

“Your dress is stunning, how much was it? I know you love coming off as relatable online so it’s affordable right?”

“Charles–”

“Bought it for you? Right. How much else does he buy you? I’m sure you’re aware of the allegations.”

She could barely hear her. Comments were bad enough, but having someone say it to her face was suffocating. It felt like the floor was moving, swaying beneath her feet. The roof sinking lower and lower yet not moving at all. It was too hot and she felt light headed.

“What about your diet? Many believe you're suffering from an eating disorder yet you promote yourself at all these restaurants. Do you realise how damaging that is to girls who look up to you?”

She felt like someone had kicked her in the stomach. Yanking the breath out of her lungs with greedy hands. God, she felt like she was about to pass out. She didn’t know what she said next. Didn’t know how she replied. Didn’t know how she got away.

No memory of making her way to Charles’ drivers room. She just wanted to get away. She knew she shouldn’t have come, though she supposed it didn’t matter. People thought that way about her regardless if she heard it in person. Her head was spinning, guilt clawing at her. What was she doing? She had been so selfish, all these awful things were making him look bad and she was just letting it happen?

Tears were hot as they ran down her cheeks, her hands tried scraping them away but her skin felt too rough. It’s not like it helped, she couldn’t stop. Couldn’t breathe, her lungs tripping over themselves as they tried to catch up. She didn’t know where to go. The room was too big yet too small and she slid to the floor against the foot of the small cushioned bench in the room.

What was she doing here? Why her? Charles could have anyone he wanted. She didn’t understand what the point of her was.

She didn’t hear the door open, didn’t hear him mutter her name with concern lacing his tone. She didn’t even realise he was there till he lightly touched her arm and she flinched away from him.

Everything was falling apart. He wasn’t supposed to see her like this. He never saw her cry. She was supposed to be happy. Grateful all the time.

She choked out apologies, turning away from him to try to wipe her tears away but nothing was working.

His hands sought her out again, this time she didn’t fight it as he pulled her into his hold. He was on his knees, cradling her to him and he held her head against his chest, shaking with sobs she tried to silence.

“Parle moi mon amour,” he said softly into her hair, tone slightly pleading.

She was awful. This is the last thing he needed.

Shaking her head, she tried to pull away from him but he tightened his hold on her, kissing her gently on top of her head. “What happened?”

“It’s nothing,” she managed to get out. “I’m sorry this isn’t–”

“Hey, don’t apologise.” He leaned back, gently cupping her face in one hand and his brows furrowed when he took in her red glossy eyes. “What happened?”

She leaned into his hand, embarrassed. “This woman… just, nothing I’m overreacting.”

Charles went tense but his thumb gently wiped away another tear that slipped out. “Who?” His tone was off, she hadn’t heard him sound like that before. Slightly cold. Angry.

“It’s nothing. You don’t need this right now and–”

“Who? What did she say to you?”

“What they always say.” Her voice shook. She was tired. Of it all. She had been teetering on the edge of a knife for months now, she just wished she hadn’t fallen off now of all days.

Charles held her tighter, sighing slightly but she could tell he was angry.

She squeezed her eyes shut, “I’m sorry. I shouldn't have come today.”

“I told you I want you here–”

“You aren’t even able to celebrate pole. You’re in here consoling your girlfriend who’s a mess.”

“I don’t need to celebrate until tomorrow. And this isn’t a burden, you aren’t. Someone made you cry and I’m going to hit them with my car.”

She couldn’t help it as a laugh left her. “Yeah, right.” Nonetheless she sunk into him further, the tears finally calming down. She didn’t realise how much she needed this, to be held by him. She'd gone through most of their relationship putting her emotions on the backburner. Too afraid to screw things up. She should’ve known better, Charles wasn’t the type to just drop people when it got inconvenient.

Sighing, she finally looked up at him again. He was always so beautiful. Heaven on earth in the form of a human. “I don’t know who she was. Some woman pulled me aside with a note pad and she just started saying and asking all these things that really got to me. The same stuff that they all say, I know it’s nothing new but hearing it said was a lot to take in all of the sudden.”

Charles clenched his jaw, his tongue running along the side of his cheek as he looked away from her. His eyes suddenly became darker than usual. “Was she a reporter?”

“I mean I assume so.”

“Did she have a press pass?”

“I don’t know, she had a lanyard. She was in the paddock, I just assumed. I…” she bit at her own cheek. “I’m sorry.”

His eyes flicked back to hers, softening a bit at the edges. “Please, stop apologising.”

Charles stood up, taking hold of her hands to guide her along with him. Never letting go of her and she didn’t think she could express how grateful she was for him. He always knew what to do.

“I’ll fix this.”

She shook her head, her eyes feeling dry and puffy. “There’s nothing to fix, I know people will always talk.”

“Tell me what I can do to make it better.”

She smiled slightly, lifting up one of his hands to kiss his knuckles. “Just keep your eyes on me and win that race tomorrow. You deserve it, Charles.” He deserved everything he wanted and more, she just wished she could provide that for him.

But she was only human. She knew there’d be times to come where they made each other mad, annoyed, sick of each other. She’d fight it though, fight for him. She hoped he felt the same.

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She was still crying, for a whole list of other happier reasons, when Charles walked up to her soaked in champagne and beaming. He set his first place trophy down and wrapped her in a hug, not being able to help it as he picked her up and spun her around.

“Thank you for being here,” he mumbled into her hair.

Setting her down, her arms were looped around his neck and she toyed with the wet strands of hair at the nape of his neck. “I’m so happy for you. You should’ve seen us, I thought your mother was going to faint.”

Charles laughed, shaking his head and catching her mouth in a kiss, his arms tight around her waist. The fact that they were surrounded by hundreds of people and cameras didn’t even cross her mind. She didn’t care.

It was just them, no one else mattered.

Her eyes danced to the side as they began walking towards the pier for further celebration when she spotted her. She froze slightly, her hold on Charles’ hand tightening and he pulled them to a stop.

His brows creased as he looked down at her, “what?’

“That’s her, the woman.”

She blinked a few times, taking in how normal she looked yet she was capable of being cruel for no reason.

Charles turned to follow where she was looking. The moment his eyes landed on her, his jaw clenched. “You’re fucking kidding.”

“What?”

He had that tone again, the one rough around the edges that she rarely heard him use.

“She’s not with any paper or the press, she has a VIP pass.”

“So?” Looking at him, Charles gave the impression of someone ready to rip a head off a neck. “It’s fine. Let’s go celebrate, I’m over it.”

He gave her hand a squeeze and turned to her. “That means she was invited. Unbelievable they let people like that in here.”

“Charles–”

“I’ll be back.”

Before she could argue he pressed a chaste kiss to her forehead and handed her his trophy, turning sharply on his heels and made a beeline for the rude woman.

She held her breath as she held the trophy, watching in both admiration and worry as he stalked up to her. Clearly pissed off and she watched as the woman’s eyes widened as she realised Charles was looking right at her.

They were too far away so she wasn’t able to hear what he was saying, but she was pretty sure he was quietly yelling at her given the way the woman flinched back, her own eyes dancing past Charles' shoulders to look at her. It didn’t last long though, Charles stepped to the side to block her vision, lowering his head more and a few seconds later the woman practically ran off with her tail between her legs.

Charles turned, still aggravated but gave her a reassuring smile as he neared her. Taking the trophy from her arms and placing a hand on her waist.

“Let’s go.”

He offered no explanation and she didn’t ask. All she did was smile when he kissed the top of her head again.

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tosya-quartz · 2 months ago

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Don't have anything normal ready to post, just some arts of my angelsona Gongdao (with Ren/Redacted ofc)

One day I'll tell you all about her, one day I'll draw a character sheet ☝☝

(the last one is just tracing out of boredom lol)

And some wips with Ren (and Sol wow), which I haven't shown here yet, that I wanted to show but they're hardly even done

but I'll show you some of them anyway so you can see that I'm not just sitting around :P

Yep, not done (translation for the last one: "redo/remake", and references for this one is just how I want draw smile and general vibe 😭)

And little of this (mini Gongdao and mini Redacted, again, yeah hehe):

Looks shitty ik, but I needed this, and "I'm fcking crazy, but I'm free" 😼😼

That's all byeeee

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stephdrawsjohnlock · 5 months ago

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Because of my day job's circumstances this year where I will be guaranteed to be indisposed for about 3 months and unable to work on my personal projects, I feel I am only able to offer up one piece this year instead of my usual 2 to 4. This will be my sixth year, and the piece will be for either the BBC Sherlock or Good Omens fandoms, starting at 10$ for the non-profit of your choice!

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contentloadingandstuff · 7 months ago

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Smut Headcanons - Furina & Navia

A/N: While I have the Furina stuff I promised (smut + relationship + parenting headcanons) ready, I decided to split them up in three posts to go with another character. This way, the reader can enjoy exactly what they want. Anyway, enjoy! CW: Nothing, just vanilla ice cream here.

Furina de Fontaine? Yes, of course she is nothing if not the best at this whole “sex” thing! There are hardly any things she struggles with less than marital fornication, she'll have you know!

Please go easy on her. She has no idea whatsoever.

While it's true that throughout her long life she had read through many explicit books and brochures, mostly without pictures, her lack of personal interaction with the male body leads to her being quite clueless the first few times around. She doesn't really know how to please you, more - she barely even knows what she likes herself.

It's natural for gods to be less sexual than humans, which is all the more unfortunate for Furina. She kept the lifespan, but was left with a human set of emotions and needs that was doomed to wither over the centuries. But not all is lost - now that her days of godhood are over and she could finally become human - with a human lifespan and the ability to fully express her emotions. It will take time, but, with enough practice, she'll catch up.

Communication is key. Don't hesitate to “order” her around. Tell her what feels good, what doesn't, what you'd like her to do and more. Furina will follow your example and share what she can - although the storm of moans and whimpers should serve as more than enough of a pointer.

Furina is surprisingly confident in the bedroom. When she finds something she likes, she'll definitely let you know. She will, between shivering and gripping the sheets, encourage you or give you some pointers, as much as her state will allow. She's not scared to initiate and when she does, she always goes in with a plan. Knocking her off balance with some teasing of your own is sure to leave her in tatters though…

Furina is quite the fan of plays and works talking about romance, so her view of the subject is much closer to “making love” than to any other way to describe sex. As such, she enjoys plenty of prep before the main event - a romantic dinner, some proper foreplay, some teasing beforehand… She enjoys working yourselves up to the main thing. Getting in the right mood is a must for her, and when she's there, there's no keeping her hands off you.

Don't let her outspoken and loud way of carrying herself fool you - the closer you get to her, the more shy Furina becomes - especially if no clothes are involved. She'll have you believe that it's completely natural for a small girl like her to be intimidated by a taller and far stronger man, unwilling to openly state that she happily lays back and lets you do whatever you want to her most days.

On the occasion that she has something specific in mind, it usually involves a bit of dressing up - she's quite fond of theater, after all. She can afford costumes and dresses galore, both for you and herself. It does take quite a bit of time, getting herself perfectly dolled up for the occasion, but it's no problem - seeing herself so disheveled, undressed and messy after you're done with her is totally worth the effort.

A nice session of light play-acting is Furina’s favourite way to spice things up. She can be whoever you want - a damsel in distress, longing for the body of her noble knight, an actress getting some more hands-on rehearsals, or perhaps her favourite - the shy, freshly taken bride. Furina never parted with her wedding dress and takes it out for a spin, from time to time. It fits her perfectly, and thanks to Chiori’s expertise in material selection, is also easy to clean from… certain substances.

But sometimes all Furina wants to do is let loose, be herself and just get some lovely, passionate pounding. Doggy no doubt has its bonuses in that regard, but she’d much rather see your face twist in pleasure as her slick hole pleasures you to completion. She enjoys missionary the most, with her hands clasping around yours for support or desperately clinging onto the sheets below. Furina is all about kissing, so expect your mouth to be occupied, and remember - nothing is hotter for her than you looking her straight in the eye as you nut inside. She won’t complain if you boast about how much you’ve filled her up - after all, you’re quite the lover, and it’s only right for you to be proud of what you can do to her.

Don’t be alarmed if you find Furina shedding a few tears while her guts are being rearranged - that’s just how she responds to overstimulation. She doesn’t want you to stop any time soon, of course… But a kiss and a squeeze of her hand would surely motivate her to take you further in!

She spends a lot of time grooming herself to perfection, with most of the time going towards shaving herself. She enjoys nice, smooth skin everywhere below the neck. Furina does mind hair, and you would make her very happy if you kept yourself like that as well. Why would she want to have all this nasty hair obscuring the goods?

Furina is aware of how unlucky she is, to be created with not much of a cleavage. She tends to be hyper aware of her deficiency - or at least that’s how she views it. Your girl tends to skip out on nipple or boob play for that exact reason. She’s yours, and so is her body - if her body can’t offer you all it should, she’s not a good wife, is she? She would love you to be able to slide your cock between them and fuck them to completion, but they are, unfortunately, very flat. Over time, however, your love and encouragement helped her dismiss these harmful beliefs of inadequacy. So much so that she's grown to cherish her form.

She's proud of what she has, and loves to show herself off with expensive sets of lingerie. Unlike, say, the extendable cutlery she bought, these come in use regularly. She always picks those one size smaller to accentuate the nice fluff around her thighs and belly - a woman must have some plush on herself, after all! Couple that with long gloves and thigh highs, one darker and one brighter to match her eyes of course, and you've got yourself an outfit Furina feels beautiful in.

And desired, too. They are nice, yes, but not as much as the feeling of you stripping them off her. She likes passion, and very much enjoys seeing you lose control of your desire for her. Don't hold your moans, say whatever comes to mind - even if it is her name over and over and over again, she will listen intently and whine your name in concert.

The bed’s your stage, while you and her play the main roles.

For her, you are the main attraction of the show. You and your glorious, male body. Navia? She's a big fan of that.

The straight posture, the beautifully flat, strong chest, these powerful arms, the big hands, the meaty calves… You're incredibly handsome, so why wouldn't she spend her nights worshiping and touching you?

When it comes to herself, she doesn't mind most things. Sure, she likes being the center of your attention, but being the receiver excites her much less than giving. While she'll take a long while to cum with your tongue, just sucking you off is enough to make her squirt on her fingers. Sex is all good, but she'll be more passionate if you just lay back and let her do the work.

Let her take the lead - here, you're the star, and she's more than eager to see you enjoy yourself. Navia loves servicing you and bringing out those delicious, deep moans and sighs. She gets absolutely soaking at the thought that it's all the doing of her skillful hands and abundant body.

Navia Rich cleavage, fat butt and a spacious pussy - Navia has it all, and you're more than welcome to help yourself. She'll be thrilled if you make good and frequent use of her, as - surprise surprise - women have needs too. It's unfair - why can you be absolutely horny for her, but it's improper for her to drool over you? Well, that's how it is in public, but behind closed doors, you're game.

Navia is the unchallenged queen of handling your manhood. Learning about you, memorising the shape of your cock, adjusting her insides to fit you like a glove, learning where to touch to make you shiver… It was great fun, and Navia enjoys having the chance to explore you further with various kinks. She's not going to say no to anything when it comes to your hefty package, that's for sure.

While not having much for herself, Navia owns a host of toys to use on you in the sheets. Would you like her to tie you up? Maybe edge you with a pocket pussy? How about tying the base of your cock for some extended sessions? Whatever you want, whatever you need, she likely has it in her collection - and if she doesn't, it won't be for long. All she needs is your word.

Navia is known for her positive and energetic approach to her role, but every girl needs a pick-me-up once in a while, doesn't she? Navia won't mind if you come over and sneak with her into a closet or let her get under the desk for some naughty time~

Nothing turns her on more than your pleasure. Seeing your hand tighten around the armrest as she edges you, feeling your hand push her head up and down as you use her throat as a toy or hearing you struggle to get all the cum out when she milks you for all your worth is something she greatly looks forward to. So much so that, if you give her this privilege, she'll whip out a Kamera to keep that moment for years to come.

Of course, it will be focused on you. She wants to capture what she loves the most - your pleasure. She'll let the Kamera roll as you rail her into the bed, capturing all these lovely moans and expressions of bliss, as well as your grunts as you selfishly chase your own pleasure, uncaring if she will handle the pounding. One of her favourites is recording your balls as they slam against her cunt in doggy or missionary, capturing your voice and the obscene noises her pussy makes as your fuck her to completion. She'll return to them when she’s away, rubbing and fingering herself to the image of you in careless, primal bliss.

That's another thing she loves to see - primal lust. The sight of you senselessly and violently fucking a toy is her favourite thing to get off to, especially that she knows she's going to be the toy next. Be rough with her - she can take it. Just don't you dare go silent on her, now! You have a voice, so use it - moan, whine, sigh and growl for her. Navia wants to know just how much you enjoy using her body.

But sometimes she's in a more needy mood, especially when you've been quiet the last few times around. Navia knows that there's nothing worse for a guy than denial, so she'll strap you down and play with your dick, edging you without pause until you cry and beg for release. Or, alternatively, she'll work your head and prostate, forcing you to give up everything in your balls to her. The longer it goes on, the more you struggle, and the more frantic your pleas become. Music to her ears.

Navia finds it so hot when you act needy, even when it's as simple as asking for some attention. Want a handy? She'll give you a helping hand, no questions asked. Need your balls emptied with some mouth work? Navia is on the case. You're in need of a quickie? Feel free to bend her over and yank those panties down - she's on the pill, so cum away. Be ready to zip down your fly for her too - sometimes, a quick suck can really lift her spirits. When she has a day off, expect lots of messing in the sheets.

Morning sex? Yes please! She'll gladly have you wake up to lewd sounds of slurping and her lips wrapped around your cock, if you'll let her. And once you fully wake up, you'll get to feel her ride you in the rays of the morning light.

She's the type of girl that loves cum. Expect lots of positive encouragement to blow your load, no matter if it comes quickly - it's a compliment for her doing a great job, right? When you finally give in to her talented ministrations, she'll make sure to put on a show for you. Each part of her (except the hair, cum is quite annoying to get out of there without taking a shower) is fair game when it comes to coming. If you feel like giving her a mouthful, she'll swallow it up and show you a clean mouth as proof. Her favourite spot, though, is the face - it might mess with her make-up, but its warmth and smell feels so naughtily good on her face, and she'll make sure you're watching her gather it up and lick it off her fingers with a proud, smug smirk.

Navia isn't a fan of condoms, not at all. She’d much rather take a pill or slap on a patch than wrap you in rubber. Besides, Navia always wanted to have plenty of kids, so when the time comes, she'll passionately encourage you to knock her up. Having her stomach swollen with a baby - that you put into her, which she will make sure to praise you for - makes her feel beautiful, even if she has to buy bigger clothes. Luckily for her, she can still suck your cock with a big belly, so it's not much of a problem in that department.

With Navia, it's cowgirl all the way. Not only do you get to see her tits swing and her beautiful face, but you also get a taste of her excellent riding skills. She likes this position as it allows her to see your face contorted in pleasure. She will adjust the pace and depth to better milk you, or keep you on the edge of orgasm and enjoy seeing you lose your mind to pleasure.

Thanks for reading!

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brilium · 2 years ago

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❥ DAY 2. Voyeurism! with Mikasa Ackerman

Summary. Your organized roommate hates your messy ways to live but, a little mistake with the closet door might lead her to break those walls on her.

Content Warning. Fem! reader, no use of Y/N, all characters are adults, smut, fingering, masturbation (f. recieving), pillow riding, slight corruption kink i guess?

Word count. 2,236.

Author's note. I'm posting it so late i'm sorry:( I had it prepared but i was so busy all day:(((

MINORS OR AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT !!

Mikasa always tries to keep her side of the dorm all clean and tidy, maybe with some socks here and there but she has some firm boundaries after being an only child all her life.

Her skincare is carefully placed in a small tray in a corner of the bathroom, always trying to not splash out too much water and her bed has to be strictly done just after cleaning her face to change into the clothes she prepared previously the night before.

Is not that her parents weren’t really strict, she was actually very organized since she was a child.

Meanwhile, her roommate was…

Not the total opposite, but there was a considerable difference between their lifestyles.

If Mikasa is the kind of girl who wakes up early to get ready in time, you’re the kind who goes to sleep when her alarm is about to ring in half an hour because you pulled another all nighter working on assignments.

When she brings her clean laundry smelling like lavanda to fold it, the first thing she sees when she opens the door is you swearing between your teeths because you accidentally dropped an oil paint on your bed sheets… Again.

She doesn’t hate you, you both actually get along pretty well. But there’s a small hint of annoyance every time she’s calmly reading on her bed and you open the door in your jumpsuit stained with paint of every color, it is in the small dried drops on your face what makes her entire body chill like she just saw a giant spider coming through the door.

In one of her psychology classes she learned about Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, and she’s starting to think that she’s getting that thanks to her Arts Major roommate.

One day, while you are probably in class, she’s checking her jackets in the closet if she left one of her favorite lipsticks on the bags. The closet of the dorm need a little maintenance because you both always complain about how it always stucks when you try to open it, so when she gets on the tips of her toes to look inside because the door is not sliding more to the side, her foot slips and makes her fall inside and the door violently slips to close with a “click”.

“No, wait!” Her fingers try to get through the border between the door and the frame to slide it, but it’s even harder from inside without anything to grab it and pull. She tries to scratch it and pull but nothing works.

She sighs resigned and looks on the bags of her jeans to grab her phone but there’s nothing. The soft sound of her ringtone coming from her bed calls her attention, causing her to rest her forehead in the rails of the closet as she whines.

Finally, after trying all to open the door and failing in the try, she sits uncomfortably on the floor hugging her knees around the jackets and shoes that you both save inside. There’s even a shirt of yours on the floor beside her. Mikasa takes a look at it to, obviously, find stains of paint.

She grabs it to look at it but the sound of the dorm door opening startles her.

She calls you out for help but the music blasting through your headphones isn’t helping. Mikasa raises her hands into fists to hit the closet and get your attention, but her movements get interrupted by the surprise of seeing how you lift that baggy shirt above your head and toss it somewhere around the dorm.

By living in the same dorm, you both are used to seeing each other in underwear, so she is not surprised at the sight of you undressing. It’s the fact that you chose to not wear any bra today, so your bare tits are displaying right in front of her eyes.

Mikasa has seen herself naked a lot of times, but there's something on how your breasts are slightly different to hers.

They seem so soft and the way they bounce everytime you move around is so hypnotizing, it’s until Mikasa blinks when she notices how her eyeballs are starting to get dry from staring so much.

Her cheeks get red immediately and tries to shake the thought away in embarrassment when you disconnect the headphones, bringing her back to reality.

It’s now, she has to hit the closet now to get your attention and you’ll finally put something on to cover yourself.

Don’t you think that someone might see you through the window?

Or someone inside the closet?

But, Mikasa keeps still when she observes in detail how you also get rid of your leggings.

She has to cover her mouth with her hands to hide her gasp.

You’re facing your back to the closet, so she can see perfectly how your ass bends over in her direction, showing how good that cream color lace lingerie grabs tightly to your cheeks.

No, no, she can’t be enjoying this. That's gross.

Her breathing is getting heavier as she tries to ignore the wet spot forming in her clean underwear.

If she calls for help now, she’ll have to admit that she kept watching you get naked without saying anything. What would you think about her?

By being roommates, that would make everything awkward. Mikasa just a bit annoyed by your messy ways, but you she actually believes that you are really nice.

And, right now Mikasa's hard breathing doesn’t show any sign of annoyance with your dirty clothes spreaded on the floor.

You lie nonchalantly in your bed just like that, scrolling through something on your phone while Mikasa hides her face between her knees trying to think of a coherent excuse to call for your help without making it weird.

But, surely, you know how to make it weirder.

Some lewd sounds start to come out softly from outside the closet like a far echo.

At first, Mikasa doesn’t notice it, thinking that it’s just some movie that you’re watching. But when the bed sheets move constantly and there’s a small sound of clapping sounding slightly far, she raises her head to look and find the last thing she wanted to see after getting turned on by just seeing your body.

"F-Fuck…!" You muffle softly.

Your body is moving around on your bed caused by the constant rubbing of your two fingers around your clothed core while the other hand keeps the phone beside you with your eyes locked firmly at it, just like she was before looking at you.

The high volume of the video playing in your phone resonates fully, letting the girl hidden in your closet get a clear idea of what is happening outside.

The way that your chest goes up and down so heavy with those perked nipples, attracts her total attention.

With a crunching guilt waving through her body, her hand travels down her body to start rubbing up and down softly her fingers through her panties. Mikasa doesn’t want to do this, she’s not okay with the idea of touching herself to the sight of someone enjoying their own intimacy.

But the sound of your soft whimpers combined with the dirty loud moans of the girl in the video that you’re watching are just pushing her so hard to the edge of breaking her firm morals.

The struggle of how you try to keep rubbing yourself down there and interleaving it with squeezing your tits, tents her to call out your name.

But not with the intention of stopping this, she wants to help you down there; with her fingers, with her mouth, she needs to do something about what you’re causing in her.

Mikasa never thought of being attracted to girls, but when she shyly watched something to touch herself from time to time, she constantly found herself enjoying the clips where she could see the face of the girl almost crying of pleasure.

And you look so good giving yourself all those pleasure.

The way you have to shout your eyes when you put the panties aside to slide in and out your finger and let out a shaky moan causes Mikasa to tremble in her uncomfortable position, mirroring your action and sliding slowly her finger inside, she has to bite her lip to hide her own moan, trying to do it slowly so you won’t hear the wet sound of her pussy clenching to her finger.

“This is so wrong” Is the only single thought in Mikasa’s mind, but that isn’t stopping her from sliding another finger and arching her back in response.

She should cover her mouth with her free hand to at least stop torturing her poor lip, but that hand is a little bussy lifting her sweater and pulling her bra down to start pinching softly her nipples and squeezing her breast.

How would it feel to hug you like this? Your tits grinding against each other, the hard nipples rubbing and making it feel so much more sensitive.

You stop fingering yourself with shaky movements to open the drawer almost violently. Mikasa startles, scared of the sudden ramble, turning to you confused as to why you stopped.

The drawer turns into a bigger mess when you look around for your vibrator with lipstick shape, making you swear on the low when you click the small button on it and noticing that the battery is dead.

“Fuck it” You throw it inside annoyed with yourself for forgetting to charge it. Your mind works quickly because of the hard need to release and you have to grab one of the pillows in the corner of your bed to put it between your legs, causing you to shiver and whimper softly when your soaked entrance touches it slightly. "Fuuuuck…! Just like that"

You’re now again facing your back to the closet, giving your cute stalker a good view of your ass going front and backwards riding the pillow.

Mikasa has to stop squeezing her breasts and cover her mouth in surprise to realize the reason why you just never let her use that pillow when you both do movie nights, insisting that that pillow is too uncomfortable and you’ll throw it in the garbage soon.

But you don’t seem so uncomfortable as you ride it so insistently, grabbing your sheets with hard fists and moaning so sweetly against your bed.

This is it. This is Mikasa’s limit, she puts inside another finger without any issue due to how wet she is now, actually, she’s really close right now.

Her moans are getting so hard to cover and her hand finds the shirt of yours that she was criticizing just before you arrived, her first instinct is to put it above her mouth to cover the moans and that’s just a worse decision to hide her sounds.

That shirt still has that sweet scent of yours, that scent of your lavanda soap combined with the smell of the oil paint it’s just making her push her fingers inside so much more rougher.

Your moans get harder as you ride the pillow, the soaked spot on the fabric getting bigger when you feel the climax hitting you, causing you to grind your hips harder against the sweet border of the pillow as the orgasm hits, finishing with letting out the fantasy playing right now in your mind through moans.

“Fuck! Mikasa… You move so good!”

That sentence makes her eyes open wide as the orgasm hits her too, the fast movement of her fingers on her wet folds is not hiding anymore the wet sound of her juices coming out when she also mumbles your name against the shirt covering her mouth.

Her body is still trembling and her cheeks are completely red hoping that your after orgasm tiredness didn’t let you hear her. She wants to enjoy how good that orgasm felt, even alone or with someone, she has never come this hard.

She has closed her eyes to rest a little, unfortunately, the closet door sliding harshly to the side and exposing her to you. You’re still naked, with slightly glossed thighs from how wet you got touching yourself is turning her on again. How low is she falling today?

But, when you girn widely at the sigh of your clean and tidy roommate all fucked out on the closet floor, with those big tits exposed and her wet fingers resting on her thigh. You get on your knees beside her to grab her chin and make her look at you with those sleepy eyes and swollen lower lip.

“How cute a roommate I have. Do you think that I didn't hear your whimpers?"

Mikasa stops breathing instantly, but you caress her chin.

"Come on, let's get on your bed now. Mine is a mess".

Mikasa is the kind of girl who always keeps all her stuff in their place.

Even herself, avoiding bad decisions and not knowing how you make it to survive everyday being that mess.

That hot mess kissing her so sweetly that she feels like she might cum again right now, finally feeling how your tits feel against hers. And loving it.

So, when she nods repeatedly against your lips. She feels like this is the first day she might have to get a little out of the routine.

🏷️@softlilpeachxx

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strawb3rryg2l · 1 month ago

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How to lose 'Bob' in 10 Days, Part 3

Characters: Bob x Y/N, Robert Reynolds x Y/N, Sentry x Y/N, The Void x Y/N

Summary: You thought you'd lost, your husband, Robert Reynolds forever. Consumed by the Void and the chaos it left behind. But then you woke up in a world not your own. One where he's alive. Where he goes by Bob. Where he doesn't know you. To him, you’re a stranger. You have 10 days to lose him, before everything falls apart. But the cracks are already forming. Time stutters. Reality bends. And something followed you here, something made of grief, memory, and everything you refused to let die. As you try to lose Bob in 10 days, the world unravels with every lie you tell yourself. You’ll have to make an impossible choice: hold on to the man you love, or face the truth and finally let him go. Because if you don’t... this world won’t just end. You might go with it.

Word Count: 2,355

Warnings: A dark twisted version of How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days, spooky, creepy, Spoilers maybe? (Please let me know if I should add anymore.)

Note from the author: This is my work, and I will be posting on here and @ strawb3rrygal on Archivesofourown. Keep in mind these are my ONLY TWO accounts. Please feel free to reblog if you like it! I've been working on this one as I write my other fic 'The Temp' which you can also check out if you'd like.

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Y/N jolted upright in bed, heart racing. Sunlight poured in through the blinds too bright, too clean, casting perfect white lines across her comforter. Her mouth was dry. Her limbs were heavy. Her thoughts were a foggy mess.

She blinked slowly, trying to swallow the thick lump of confusion in her throat.

Her bedroom looked… normal. Unmoved. The cotton sheets tangled around her legs. Her shoes neatly by the door. Her purse on the hook. A small breeze floated in through the cracked window, lifting the corner of an unpaid bill on her desk. And yet—

She couldn’t remember how she got here.

She tried to retrace it, like stepping backward through a dream, but every memory frayed at the edges. The bar, the hallway, the writing on the wall. Bob leaning in to whisper something in her ear. And then…nothing. She had no memory of calling a cab, or unlocking her door. Just that oppressive electric music still ringing in her ears, and a vague, crushing weight in her chest.

Y/N ran a hand over her face. God, did I dream all of that?

She dropped her head back against the pillow with a groan, staring up at the ceiling like it might answer her. She stretched and turned to her left side sighing briefly. And then she saw it. A photo. On her nightstand. Her stomach clenched. She reached for it with a shaky hand.

It was the same photograph from the basement. A candid shot, her Robert, smiling in the sun, caught mid-laugh. She hadn’t seen this photo in years. So it wasn’t a dream. Her breath hitched. She brought the picture closer, inspecting every detail. The old brown leather jacket he loved, the softness in his eyes, the worn paper edges… And then, like something tightening around her ribcage, she remembered the number.

Slowly, she looked down at her hand.

There it was, faint, almost smudged in parts, but still visible etched into the skin of her arm in his handwriting. A number. His number. The one she’d told herself she wouldn’t text. She exhaled hard, chest rising and falling as she tried to steady her breath. Her skin felt clammy with adrenaline. This wasn’t just a strange night. Something was happening. And it wasn’t done with her yet.

She stared at the number on her arm.

Her phone sat just inches away, silent, unassuming, the portal to something she wasn’t sure she was ready for. Y/N reached for it slowly, her thumb hovering above the screen, heart thudding against her ribs. What if he doesn’t answer?Worse what if he does? She hesitated a moment longer, then took a shaky breath and typed the number in. It felt like dialing a ghost.

The call rang once.

Twice.

Three times.

Each second stretched like wire.

“Hello?”

His voice. It wasn’t over the top, not dramatic. Just... tired. Cautious. Deep, a little hoarse like he’d just woken up or hadn’t slept at all. Her mouth went dry.

“Bob?”

A pause.

“Yeah.” His voice sharpened slightly. “Who is this?”

She swallowed. Her grip tightened on the phone.

“It’s Y/N.”

Another pause. This one deeper. He said nothing. But she could feel the weight of the silence growing.

“I— I think we talked last night,” she continued. “At the bar. You gave me your number.”

Silence.

Then, carefully. “I don’t remember giving anyone my number.”

Her pulse spiked. “You… don’t?” she asked.

“No. And I don’t usually write on people’s skin.” There was a shift in his tone now, no longer just cautious. He sounded unsettled. Like something was clicking together in his head that he didn’t like. She had a distant memory of Robert, her husband, when they first met he hadn’t touched her. Not once. At the time, he was still trying to understand how to control his power, as to not push anyone into a ‘shame’ room.

“I woke up with your number on my arm,” she said, more firmly now. “And I have a photo of… My— my… Someone I knew. From the room. Downstairs. The one that’s not supposed to exist.”

He was quiet for so long she thought the call had dropped. But then he exhaled. Slow. Controlled.

“Where are you right now?” he asked.

“My apartment.”

“Don’t go anywhere. Don’t talk to anyone else about this.” Another beat. “I’m coming over.”

The line went dead. Y/N lowered the phone slowly, staring down at it like it had just turned to ice in her hand. She was alone again. But not for long.

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The knock on her door came at 10:04 a.m., exactly twenty seconds after she’d realized she wasn’t wearing pants.Y/N froze on her living room floor, clutching a spoonful of peanut butter and staring at the front door like it had personally betrayed her.

She blinked at the front door like it might vanish if she stared hard enough. Another knock came, a bit louder this time. She glanced down at herself, sleep shirt and avocado pajama shorts that. Perfect. She shuffled to the peephole, spoon of peanut butter still in hand. When she saw who it was, she almost dropped it.

Bob.

Dressed in all black, just like the night before. Except now he was holding a brown paper bag. His expression was unreadable, somewhere between “I brought you breakfast” and “I may or may not be a government experiment.” He knocked again. A polite three-tap rhythm, like someone trying to appear normal but still bearing the weight of weird.

Y/N cracked the door. “You.”

He tilted his head. “Me.”

They stared at each other. The tension wasn’t heavy. It was… curious. Bob raised the bag. “I brought croissants. Thought they’d go with your existential crisis.”

“You assume I’m having one.”

“You answered the door holding peanut butter like it was a weapon.”

Touché. She sighed and stepped aside. “Fine. But keep your shoes on. My place isn’t clean enough for barefoot intimacy.”

He shuffled in a little awkwardly, shoulders hunched, looking around her apartment. “You’re surprisingly awake for someone who, and I quote, ‘bolted from the physical plane’ last night.” He chattered lightly.

“I don’t remember getting home… or telling you that.”

He glanced around. “Do you always black out after tequila and ghost warnings, or was that just a Thursday thing?”

She followed him with narrowed eyes. “You’re awfully chipper for someone who may or may not have been haunting my dreams.”

“Listen,” he said, plopping onto the edge of her couch, “Haunting is not my style”

He placed the croissant bag on the coffee table and looked around. His gaze landed on the framed photo on her nightstand. The photo. Robert. Her Robert. Still smiling from inside the silver frame like nothing had changed, like he wasn’t dead, like he hadn’t been ripped from her life like a page torn mid-sentence.

Bob stood slowly, walking toward it. His hand hovered over the frame. She reacted instinctively. “Don’t touch that.”

He paused but didn’t look away. “I’ve seen him before.”

Her throat tightened. “I’ve seen him. In my sleep. Or somewhere close to it.”

She didn’t know what to say. She hadn’t even told Bob who that man was. That it was him, a version of him. Blonde, blue eyes, different style, still they were different versions of the same peron. But before she could question him further, he turned to her and pointed to her arm. “That’s my phone number?”

She blinked. Then looked down. There, still faint but undeniably real, was a string of digits scrawled across her wrist in looping cursive. His number. Her voice dropped. “That’s your handwriting?”

He made a face. “Please. I write like a gremlin with caffeine withdrawal. That’s practically calligraphy.”

She exhaled shakily and sat down across from him. “This is insane.”

A silence settled between them, not awkward, not quite heavy, just real. Like the air had agreed to hold its breath while they figured this out. Then his stomach growled. Loudly. “Okay, spooky energy aside,” he said, brightening a little, “can we please eat one of these croissants before I start chewing on your decorative candles?”

She laughed, surprising herself. “Fine.” A beat. “This is a really weird morning.”

He hummed in acknowledgement as he rummaged through the paperbag, taking out croissants. He had gone to the kitchen, and placed a paper towel neatly on the counter as to not leave crumbs everywhere. It was hard. He looked like the man she loved and lost.

Bob handed her a croissant and gave her a half-smile.

She accepted it and chewed in silence for a moment, her mind racing. None of this should be happening. And yet… somehow, having Bob in her apartment, cracking dumb jokes, made her feel a little less like the world was spinning out of control. He leaned back, balancing a mug she hadn’t even realized he poured. “So, what’s the plan?”

“For what?”

“For this ridiculous ten-day dating challenge you’re secretly trying to run on me. Don’t look shocked. I remembered. You went on and on in the phone call about how you’d try to make me fall for you and then dump me for work. It felt very network TV.”

She stared at him, stunned. She could not remember telling him that. “And you still showed up?”

He shrugged. “Croissants. Mild haunting… A cute girl.” He said shyly. “I’ve said yes for less.”

Y/N blinked. Then laughed. For the first time in days, no, months, she actually laughed. The weight of grief, confusion, fear… it didn’t vanish. But it shifted, just a little. Like maybe, just maybe, there was room in her chest for something else. Like hope.

Bob was halfway through his second croissant by the time they decided maybe leaving her apartment and going out for a walk and some coffee was a good idea.

“I mean, if we’re going to pretend to fall in love and crash spectacularly,” he said, mouth still partially full, “we might as well do it with some caramel machiattos.”

Y/N raised a brow. “You’re very comfortable being manipulated.”

“It’s coffee, not a blood pact. And hey, maybe I’m manipulating you. Ever think of that?”

“Is that a threat or a flirt?”

“Yes.”

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Y/N had a strategy. She’d written it down in her Notes app on her way home from work. The heading was Operation: How to Lose ‘Bob’ in 10 Days. Which was very fitting, since you know… Underneath it were bullet points she typed:

Talk about marriage on the second date

Cry (a lot) in public

Force a pet name (maybe: Snugglebums)

Sabotage his laundry

Collect his hair for a “future clone”

???

It was chaos. Glorious, embarrassing, secondhand-cringe chaos. But that was the point. She wasn’t supposed to succeed in seducing him, she just had to convince Bob she was completely, undeniably, un-dateable. That way Elise would get off her back. She’d fulfill her part of the deal. And maybe, just maybe, she’d forget how much he still reminded her of her dead husband.

That last part was trickier. Because Bob… wasn’t running.

“So.” Bob said leaning across the table. They’d sat at the coffee shop Bob had chosen, because he swore they had the best hand crafted beverages here. “Day one of our not-love story.”

“You’re enjoying this way too much,” Y/N replied, eyeing the specials. “I’m supposed to be the charming one. You’re supposed to be… brooding. Distant.”

Bob gasped theatrically. “Are you trying to box me into a trope?”

She laughed again. God, this man was dangerous. His humor was dorky, his timing weirdly perfect, and even when he wasn’t trying, he made her feel… lighter. Like a tether in her chest had loosened just enough to breathe. The moment softened until the waitress reappeared and accidentally knocked a pitcher of water off a tray.

It didn’t fall. It froze mid-air. Like time had hiccuped. Bob and Y/N both went silent, eyes locked on the floating pitcher, suspended in a shimmer like it was trapped between seconds. Around them, no one noticed. Conversations continued. Cutlery clinked. Sunlight moved across the table like normal. Then a blink. The pitcher crashed to the ground, water spraying across the floor.

No one flinched. No one reacted. Except them.

Bob looked at her, voice low. “Did you—?”

“Yeah,” she whispered. “I saw it too.”

The waitress didn’t apologize. She just blinked slowly and walked away, mumbling something about “entropy being cute this time of year.”

Bob leaned in. “Okay, not to alarm you, but I think the coffee shop might be haunted.”

Y/N’s lips twitched. “You picked the spot. And by what, is it the ghost of caramel’s past?”

“By vibes,” he corrected. “And possibly quantum instability.”

She snorted. “That’s the name of my memoir.”

He pointed a finger at her like he was tagging her in a cosmic joke. “See? You’re starting to have fun. Admit it.”

“I’ll admit it,” she said, smiling despite herself, “when this stops feeling like I stepped into a sitcom written by David Lynch.”

By the time their drinks arrived the air between them had shifted. Laughter came more easily. Her walls felt less like a fortress and more like a flimsy picket fence. And Bob, despite the weirdness, despite everything that should’ve sent him running, was still there. Still watching her like she was something familiar, even if he couldn’t name it yet. At one point, while reaching for more sugar, their fingers brushed. Neither of them pulled away.

He looked at her with quiet curiosity. “So, what happens next?”

She sipped her hot beverage and leaned back, smirking. “Next? I start doing everything in my power to make you fall in love with me.”

“And then you break my heart?”

She nodded.

“And you think I’ll let you?”

That gave her pause.

Because the truth was… she didn’t know. Something about Bob wasn’t going according to plan. Something told her he might be here for her, not for the game. Or maybe they were both being played by something much bigger than the both of them.

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Author's Post Note: I thought I'd share part 3 already!

#marvel #robert reynolds x reader #bob reynolds x reader #fanfiction #sentry #thunderbolts #ao3 fanfic #bob #the thunderbolts #the void

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starm0onlight · 1 month ago

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Drowned by love 🥀

˚⊱ chapter two ⊰˚

₊˚⊹ ᰔ pairing: greek gods x fem reader

₊˚⊹ ᰔ note: this will be my last post before i take few days break for my exams, dw most of request are done!

₊˚⊹ ᰔ warning: none

₊˚⊹ ᰔ content: meeting new characters! (they're oc but dw they're only there for fun), jewelries, idk it's the start

🏺- you slowly start getting conscious and after a while you slowly start opening your eyes but you felt different, nothing in you feel the same.

🪽- as your eyes finally get used to the room light you start looking around as you realized your situation.

🪡- you were in a room, a big one. that's weird you don't remember this place? matter of fact you don't remember anything, and is that bed you're laying on?

🪶- as you look around you notice yourself laying on a bed with soft sheets covering you completely, you start to get worried now.

🏺- as you slowly start sitting up you quickly held your head as sharp pain hit you so suddenly.

🪽- "aw my head.. w-where am i?" you say as you slowly start looking more around the room, but suddenly you notice yourself.

🪡- you weren't in your clothes anymore but rather in chiton, huh? you don't remember wearing that.

🪶- suddenly you remember everything, how you wake up in no where and then the palace and the people you met there and then you pass out-

🏺- wait... does that mean, you're in the palace you saw? then you remember the whole gods thing, that's can't be, no no no...

🪽- as you quickly take the sheets off of you so you can start actually seeing where you are, you notice that all of your wounds that you get from wondering in the forest has gone. they're not healed, they're gone.

🪡- you don't know what's happening but you need to get out of here now. if what you think is true then you should leave as soon as possible.

🪶- but as you stand up to finally leave suddenly the bedroom door open as some women enter by it. three to be exact

"my lady you're finally awake." says one of softly as she slowly approaches you, she was blonde with the greenest eyes you have ever seen.

"who are you... and what do you want.." you said as you start backing away but couldn't go any further since the bed was right behind you.

"don't worry my lady we are here to help you get ready" said the other woman standing behind the blonde one. she has dark skin and was a little chubby with long brown hair and blue eyes.

"yes my lady, we're here to take care of you, this is an order from the gods" said the third one, this one was different, she was tall and her hair was blue-ish in color and had amber eyes. as you saw her putting down some jewelry on the table beside the giant mirror that you didn't realize exist.

"im aglaea" said the blonde one as introduce herself. "and this is Rhea" is pointed at the chubby girl. "and this is phebe" she pointed at the tallest one. "and we're here to assist you and take care of you"

"i don't need anyone to take care of me.. i need to leave this place right now.." you as you try to move but felt like you were stuck at your place.

"we're sorry you feel like this my lady, but please just don't make it hard for yourself, and no one will get hurt" said aglaea as her words scare you for a second, what does she mean no one will get hurt?

before you could question more she quickly held your shoulders and started guiding you into a seat in front of the table and mirror, you found yourself going along and not resisting.

as you set down they quickly start working on dressing you up in the finest jewelries you have ever laid eyes on.

from necklaces to golden chains around your dress till Anklets on your feet, you were stunned at the amount of jewelry and gold you have wrapped around you. and as a final touch one of them put vail on your head to hide a little of your face and match the dress.

"you look absolutely stunning my lady!" said Rhea as she looks at you as if she admiring you. and the two other nods in agreement.

"we never saw a mortal so beautiful before my lady!" said Phebe as nods softly at you. even if the whole situation is weird you felt kinda flatter by their complement.

"are you goddesses too?" you finally said as you look at them, they look at each other first before start chuckling softly.

"no my lady we're not but we appreciate your flattery" said aglaea as she started fixing a little of your jewelries.

"we're just nymphs serving on olympus" said Rhea as she helped you stand on your feet, you would lie if you said you didn't feel a little heavy.

"now i think it's time, we wouldn't want to keep the gods waiting, my lady." said Phebe as she opened the door for you.

from what you can tell about them that's Rhea was the joyful one she looked more energetic than the others, phebe is quite one, you notice that she doesn't talk as much as the others. and aglaea was the responsible one. she look like she's know what she's doing and she can be trustful.

before you can say anything else you suddenly felt like you're being pushed outside the room.

"come on let's not waste any time" said rhea as she pushed out of the room and two followed behind.

this is going to be a long ride..

#₊˚⊹ ᰔ ᴋᴀᴇᴅᴇ'ѕ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢѕ #greek mythology x reader #x reader #x fem reader #fanfiction #epic the musical x reader #epic x reader #epic #epic the musical #epic fanfic #epic the musical fanfic #greek mythology #greek gods x reader #greek gods

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galesdevoteewife · 1 year ago

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Gale may not be so typical squishy wizard/scholar?

-My Galeology study note-

Looking at his character sheet in the Deluxe pack gets me thinking, maybe our wizard is not exactly designed to be the typical squishy one...?

[Act2 spoiler warning]

2 things caught my eyes:

1) Great physical fitness, and good reflexes. (For your reference, Gale & Wyll are the two companions who have the highest Con: 15. I put everyone's sheets at the bottom of the post.)

His Con and Dex are... very high?? I mean, higher than Karlach and Lae'zel...????

Note 1: I suspect it could have something to do with his background as Mystra's chosen, as they are somewhat "transformed" when they agree to become the goddess's chosen. A topic for another day since I haven't quite figured it out yet, for anyone who is interested there's a chapter about it in The Seven Sisters. Also, I have little clues on how much chosen lore credit Larian was taking into account while designing him, or how Mystra's "taking back the given ability" works. Note 2: Again, Mystra's chosen are often sent on missions that involve a lot of traveling according to Elminster's series. Mystra also mentioned that Gale and she used to have adventures together, which leads to an assumption: despite his preference he might be traveling quite a lot until he was cast aside and quarantined himself in his tower. Might be the type of scholar who is very keen on field studies?

Note 3: Can someone undress Elminster to exam my theory please??xD Neh won't work I think all human might share same body model in game

Come to think of it, there was a party banter between Karlach & Gale that went like :

Karlach: Whoa! Almost slipped there. Gale: You wouldn't be the first, I'd wager. It's been some time since these walkways felt the carpenter's hammer. Karlach: You gonna catch me if I eat a brick? Gale: With my reflexes? I'd catch you before you so much as stubbed a toe.

At first I thought that was a sarcastic joke but, seems like it wasn't? Also this:

Karlach: Ready to enter the belly of the beast? Gale: It's the stairs I'm dreading. I shall close my eyes, and pretend I'm climbing my own, far superior tower in Waterdeep. Karlach: In that case, welcome home.

...So it seems when I pictured him as a homebody, I should reimagine the concept of home... His has...lots of stairs? Just walking around in the tower could be counted as a workout, sort of thing? Note: I don't think the place he shows in the Act 2 cutscene is his tower. Otherwise, aren't these neighbors pretty much doomed?

2) Not THAT smart. Well, I love him, so I will speak in his defence: [1] He has a warm(s) digging holes in his brain. [2] Poisonous magical bile running in his blood. Maybe he's just not at his best, makes sense, eh? Wyll mentioned he is nerfed after tadpole too. After all, this man obviously memorized a DICTIONARY:

Gale: You promised to stay in Waterdeep. 'Promise,' verb, meaning to swear something will or will not be done. Tara the Tressym: And I decided 'will not'. And a good thing, too. You look like you haven't had a good meal in days

Player: When I said we could be more than friends, you answered 'perhaps'. What does that really mean? Gale: If I recall correctly, the Waterdhavian Dictionary of the Common Tongue of Faerûn defines it as an adverb that conveys the meaning of 'it may be that', or 'possibly'. Gale: Sorry, sometimes I just can't help being quite insufferable. In seriousness, I'm glad you asked that question.

Along with a bunch of you-may-never-need information:

Everything about ceremorphosis? Myconid? Why in the world have him read about Cazador??? And how can he not know the distance between Waterdeep & Baldur's Gate, even Karlach ―who spent a decade, which is likely half of her life in hell― knows better geography than him. Gale either totally ignored the subject or portaled everywhere; distance meant nothing to him?? Uh, but you can't take party banters too seriously; it's buggy. How could a bug bit Karlach in the swamp? It should've been burned into ashes before it even reached her, no?

Anyway, just rambling some thoughts <3 I would have gone to Harvard if there was a major in Gale...

-DISCLAIMER- Brought to you by a brainrot wife, Galerian missionary. Be warned the article might has (strong) bias because the writer is braindead and she thinks Gale is the most awesome character in the world.

#baldur's gate 3 #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #bg3 spoilers #bg3 #bg3 gale #ramblings #Galeology #bg3 datamine

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cherrygirlfriend · 4 months ago

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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ the process

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

nanami masterlist ♡

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

MEANWHILE….

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

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

"know what?"

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

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

"that client is mrs. nanami."

"as in-"

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

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