#bad ending bc the hormone monster left

[murdrdocs]

explicit sexual content MDNI

you know when you’re laying in bed on your stomach, scrolling through your phone, one leg bent at the knee in a 90 degree angle and the other outstretched completely? yeah thinking about being used in that position.

your shorts are already tiny enough to barely cover much when you’re standing and walking around. so when you’ve been laying down for nearly an hour now, rolling around in search of the perfect position for your mindless scrolling, the fabric has ridden up to cut between your cheeks, exposing the bottom of them.

subsequently, your shirt has lifted, exposing your sides and back, and although so much of you is covered, it appears the opposite.

he feels as if it’s the opposite.

laying beside you on his side, no longer focused on whatever he was supposed to be doing before your figure caught his eye. he’s been silent for a while, letting his eyes rake over your figure. letting the sight of you relaxed like this entice him. convince him that he needs you.

which, with the way you’re laying, legs already spread and inviting him in, he thinks you feel the same.

he starts off casual, innocent. he lets you warm up to his touch.

you hum a little appreciatively whenever his hand lays flat against the exposed skin of your back. your hips wiggle a bit when his palm glides down to rest over your ass. your legs spread more whenever his large hand situates itself between your legs, fingers resting against the taut crotch of your shorts.

you don’t tell him to stop. you don’t tell him to keep going. but your back arches and you move just a little closer.

your head, previously having been faced the opposite direction, turns to look at him once he starts to trace the outline of you with a light touch. barely enough to provide stimulation, but the memory of what he could do to you is what drives you to want more. not the preview of what will inevitably come to be.

you watch him, he watches you, and then you reach down to slide your shorts and panties off in one motion. you go to change positions, too, maybe lay on your back to give easier access, but he shakes his head and kisses his teeth.

“back on your stomach. like before.” it’s a request, there’s room for denial, but with the speed at which you follow it, it could easily have been identified as a command instead.

either way, you end up just as you were before. your eyes flutter shut at the first touch. firmer than before, but still gentle in nature, once more a glide through your slit before ending at your entrance.

by the time he has two fingers buried in you, you’ve thrown your leg over his hips and dug your nails into the forearm not flexing with the effort of fingering you. you’re watching him again, but he’s focused on your cunt swallowing his digits this time, the lewd sounds of it all echoing around the bedroom now that the clacking of your nails against your phone screen isn’t present.

he seldom blinks. his lips are parted, gentle breaths leaving them periodically, and if your own lips weren’t so preoccupied with spewing out thankful praises then you would’ve kissed him.

the heel of his palm digs into your ass as he crooks his fingers a little more aggressively. he searches for a second, eyebrows furrowing in determination, and you do your part by lifting your hips and twisting them a little and then there. there it is.

your hips are already lifted so it makes it all the more easier to slide your hand down and press against your clit when he tells you to.

after that it doesn’t take long. just a little while longer and your toes are curling and your back is arching and you’re burying your face into the pillow beneath you.

his fingers stay within you at first, pumping at a more languid pace, and then once you’ve stopped twitching he pets your head soothingly. he peppers kisses into your scalp, and your eyes are suddenly heavier than they were previously.

you peel your head out of the pillows to ask him, “what was that for?”

he pulls you closer into his side with one hand, urging you to press your back to his chest.

“those little shorts.”

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Check-up

Tom Holland x Reader

Doctor!AU

Request: Hello! Cen you please do something where doctor!Tom is a obgyn? The reader is a young single pregnant and it's her first appointment with Tom bc something happened to her original obgyn, she's there to do a ultrasound and gets pretty nervous when she sees how gorgeous Tom is? Thank youuuu

 You thought he loved you.

He promised you everything and more.

You truly loved him, his name was Adam.

You met him during collage and you quickly moved in together. You thought your life was perfect. You really wanted it last forever.

But it never did.

Adam was the kind of guy who would make you feel safe and loved.

You never would have thought that it was all a lie.

Four years into your relationship, you found yourself to be pregnant. You were shocked but happy at the same time. You thought that it was fate’s doing.

But once you told Adam, everything went downhill.

He wanted you to get an abortion, or he would leave. Then when you told him that you will not do such thing, he got mad very very mad.

To the point where he physically assaulted you.

The neighbours called the police and an officer had to take him off of you.

Your kind and caring boyfriend turned out to be a monster.

It was hard to get over it. And the fact that none of your friends of family supported you.

But now, you were fine, you already were in your fourth month. You rent an apartment from a nice lady who upon hearing your story felt bad for you and decided to help you. Everything went fine until your obgyn threw the towel in and moved out of your country.

So, now you were assigned to a total stranger.

All you knew was his name.

“Dr Holland.”

He was a male, and you were a bit afraid because you always wanted a woman to be your doctor, you hoped that way, she won’t look down on your situation.

“Miss Y/L/N.” called the nurse, and you had no time to think anymore, you were in your way to his office.

Today was your first ultrasound. Today, you will learn the gender of your child.

“Sit there, the doctor will be here shortly.” the kind nurse said, offered you a smile and left you in the room.

You looked around the room, it looked very similar to your previous doctor’s . But it was more…calming?

The door opened an in came your doctor. You didn’t know if it was the hormones or what, but you found him to be extremely handsome. His dark brown chocolate-like eyes and that jawline…

It wasn’t good it was literally only five seconds and you already had a crush on your doctor.

“Miss Y/L/N. Nice to meet you, my name is Dr Tom Holland.  May I call you Y/N? We are the same age after all.”

“Sure.” you said as he sat down in front of you. He looked into his computer then turned to you.

“So, Dr Shan sent all of your information to me, and I read it all before you came. You are now into your eighteenth week and today is your first ultrasound where you will learn the gender, is that right?”

“Yes.” you nodded. He gave you a smile.

“Okay then. Let’s move to that chair, but so far, any questions?” he wanted to stand but sat back and looked at you.

“No.”

“I hope you will say more than just yes and no to me. But I understand, you don’t know me. Believe me please, my best interest is taking care of you and your baby, you do not have to be afraid.” he said and gave you a warm smile before he moved to the other chair that was the ultrasound examining table.

“Okay, I will explain what I’m going to do first. I have this gel, I will have to ask you to roll your shirt up to expose your stomach. Then, I will apply the gel, it will be rather cold, so don’t be shocked. Then I will turn this machine on and place this thing on your stomach with this, we will be able to look how’s the little one doing. Is that clear?”

“Yes. A-and… can I have pictures?”

“OH, a question, nice. Of course you can! As many as you want to. Any other questions?” he smiled, damn he was sexy and cute at the same time when he smiled.

“Umm. No, I understand everything.”

“Okay. Then Shall I began? Or are you waiting for someone?”

“No, it’s just me.” you said. It seemed like that Dr Holland sensed your sadness.

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” you gave him a weak smile and he continued with his job.

You rolled up your shirt exposing your pregnant belly and he applied the gel, he didn’t lie, it was a bit cold. Soon, he placed the device to your stomach and the pictured showed black and white.

It was your baby.

Through the speaker you heard the heartbeat, although you hear it before, this time you saw the baby too. It made tears appear in your eyes.

“Perfectly healthy. Everything is going fine. This is the head, the spine, the little arms and legs.” the doctor explained at he pointed at the screen, showing every part of the baby.

“Would you like to know the gender?” he asked when he finally turned and looked at you. Your eyes were glued to the monitor, so you could only give a nod. He moved the device around your stomach

“Seems like. It’s a boy. You can see the signs here.” he said as he pointed at the monitor once again. You couldn’t look away.

Your little baby boy. At that moment you felt so lonely but lucky at the same time. This was when the tears finally rolled down you cheeks.

“You know, I have seen may people crying out of happiness here. Some, out of sadness. But this is my first time seeing both.” he said, and you looked him in the eyes. He almost seems, worried?

“Can I have pictures?” you asked, ignoring his comment. You didn’t mean to be rude, but your emotions were mixed.

“Sure, let me print them out for you. You can clean yourself off and dress back, I’ll leave this picture on.” he said as he pushed a button on the machine. The screened showed your baby from the side.

Suddenly a lot of ideas came to your head.

You’ll have to find a name for him, you can finally assemble his room, find clothing. So many things to do, with so little money.

Dr Holland came back with a folder in one hand and a paper in the other.

“There you go. And I wanted to give you this too. This is a charity, they specialize in single mothers. If you need help, you can ask them or even me. It really breaks my heart to see such a young woman so sad.”

You didn’t know why, since he was a stranger, but you felt like you wanted to tell him everything, cry on his shoulder and hug him.

“I… How should I say this… First of all, thank you. Dr Shan had already gave me this and other options when I came to her the first time. But I really appreciate it.”

“So, you are single, right?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Good. I mean not good, because you are alone with a child and that’s not…Sorry, what I meant is that at least I won’t feel guilty for checking you out while you were here, and I can ask you on a date too.”

What? Checking you out? Date?

You were in such a state of shock, you couldn’t say anything at first.

“B-but you’re my doctor.”

“Technically, not anymore. Dr Shan said that you are more comfortable with female doctors and already assigned you to another one. You only had this check up with me because that doctor is on break for this week. So technically, I won’t be your doctor after you leave this room. So, what do you say?”

“B-but…” you looked down at the folder in your hand.

“I don’t care that you are pregnant. You seem like a nice girl, shy, yes, but you seem kind and when I saw that look in your eyes. I knew, I needed to know more about you.”

“I’m free this Friday.”

“Great, then I’ll text you the details, I can look for your number in your files.”

“Okay. Just one more question. As my doctor, is the baby fine? Do I need to change my diet? I have been craving for peanuts and Nutella all day, is that healthy?”

“Oh. As your doctor, yes, the baby is healthy as ever, he is growing well and your diet seems fine to me. Cravings are normal, just do overdo them.”

“Thank you.” you gave him a nod. He smiled at you again, that sexy-cute smile of his.

“You’re welcome, then I’ll see you on Friday.” you smiled back at him.

“Yes. Goodbye.”

***

“Daddy?” Tom woke up to the soft voice of his son, it was currently the middle of the night.

“Yes?”

“I had a nightmare, can I sleep with you and mommy?” the little boy asked, when Tom’s eyes finally adjusted to the dark, he saw the little guy standing there, with his favourite bear plush hugged to his chest.

“Sure, but don’t wake mommy.” he said as he helped the little boy to lay between him and his wife.

In the morning, when Tom finally woke up, his son was still sleeping beside him, just like his mother, you.

He never imagined that a one-time check-up would end with marriage.

But he was the happiest man alive. When you told him the story of your pregnancy and ex, he wanted nothing more than to help, and that he did.

And now, little Bill was six years old, and thought of Tom as his father and Tom loved the child more than anything.

You were very grateful that you agreed on that date and that you opened up your heart and let Tom in.

It was worth it to trust him.

And nothing could prove that more than the growing life in you.

Yours and Tom’s.

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[doll-frakking-house]

Frost on my back steps made me trip this morning. I dropped my 10 week puppy in the process, developed a nasty bruise on my rump, and spent the day paranoid that I might have compromised my 14-wk fetus from the fall.

So my day was already off to a bad start.

Had to take pup to work because I couldn't secure a pet sitter in time, which isn't the most surprising thing bc my husband's stupid work schedule not only releases basically on a weekly basis, but the times don't always stay the same either, so the earlier I get his schedule the less likely it's accurate and my petsitting plans are fucked, despite already being fucked for being limited to making last minute requests on the regular.

Thankfully my office is dog friendly. But I still had to leave the office every two hours to take out the pup bc she has zero bladder control. So that got annoying.

Then traffic got me home late so I got drive thru for dinner, but WHAT timing: one of the cars in line had a driver develop some sort of emergency crisis and the line got held up while waiting for the fire truck to arrive. I'd have just left, but I'd already placed my order and I was running out of time and energy for a home cooked meal to be a realistic plan C for my evening, especially since I still had pets to take out and feed.

Puppy had about three accidents I needed to clean up, and one of them happened on the blanket I'd been using to stay warm while sleeping in the living room so I could quickly get puppy to potty overnight 5x.

I'm cranky, my butt is still sore, I'm exhausted and hungry... But I finally get home. And once the pets are taken care of and I have food in my belly, we all collectively pass out.

My husband comes home late and apparently all our sandwich fixings went bad, and we're out of chili bc it's fall in the Midwest so buying it has been impossible... And he has a slight concussion from work that he can't treat bc he works retail and apparently everyone else in his department has their own health issues being addressed so no one can cover him. OH, and he worked until 10pm and needs to wake up at 4:30am to open the store the next day.

I feel absolutely awful that I want able to prepare food for him, that the food I assumed he'd be able to make either ran out or went bad. (I can't eat sandwich meat bc pregnancy and listeria risks so it's not like I was actively thinking about the status of our lunch meat inventory...)

And I'm in for another sleepless night to monitor puppy so husband can get four hours of decent sleep in before his next shift.

It's been...a really bad day. I ended it with a hormonally charged crying meltdown of monster proportions (thanks, pregancy for the obnoxious surplus of hormones). My puppy wouldn't even be able to compete against my cries.

Anyway, I know the bad mojo of "Mercury retrograde" is done or whatever, but I've been feeling its blowback this past week and today took the cake for Most Stressful and Upsetting day.