#Is Egg Retrieval Going To Be Painful

[teddy06writes]

Whumptober Day 22 - Alfie Solomons

Alfie Solomons x gn!reader

Prompt: Chronic Pain

Trigger Warnings: Swearing

Summary: Getting Alfie to take a day off when his sciatica is bothering him is a full time job.

You woke to the sound of your husbands grumbling as he puttered around you bedroom, getting ready for the day. While it wasn't unusual for you to wake around this time, and watch the few peaceful moments he would have during the day, you could tell that something was off.

Propping yourself up on one elbow, you watched as he leaned heavily against the dresser, muttering a curse you couldn't make out. You recognized the odd shift in his stance in an instant.

"Are you alright love?"

Alfie startled at the sound of your voice, looking up and across the room at you, "Hm? What? I'm fine, treacle, you just go back to bed now, right?"

You sat up properly now, raising your eyebrows and crossing your arms, "Alfie..."

"'s just me sciatica, love, nothin' to worry about."

You let out a judgmental hum, and thinking that was the end of it, he went back to digging around in one of the drawers for whatever shirt he was looking for. Finally finding whichever one he was looking for, he straightened up, moving across the room stiffly, and muttering to himself, "Now where the bloody hell did I put..."

Without a word you slipped out of bed quietly, darting through the silent house to retrieve his cane from where he had left it in the study the night before.

When you returned, he was sitting on the edge of the bed, running his hand over his beard.

"You ought to stop leaving this around." You said, handing the cane over.

He sighed but took it gratefully, "Thank you, treacle."

You sat down beside him on the edge of the bed, nudging his shoulder with yours, "Maybe you should stay home today. I know you don't have any important meetings."

"Maybe not any meetings, but inventory is coming up, and I need to go over the adding before my next meeting with that fuckin Shelby wanker," He rubbed a hand over his beard once more, "And it really ain't that bad."

You tried to hold back a scoff, nodding seriously, "Oh yes, of course. And none of that could ever be held off till tomorrow."

"Well-"

You cut him off, pressing a kiss to his temple and standing up, "Right. I'm going to go make some breakfast."

A few minutes later, you were halfway through scrambling some eggs when Alfie lumbered into the kitchen, leaning heavily on his cane. You pursed your lips, but said nothing, turning to the stove top.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Alfie reluctantly taking the pain medication he'd been prescribed for particularly bad days.

"Are you sure you can't just stay home, Alf? If it's bothering you that much-"

"Don't you go trying to tell me what to do-" He pointed a finger at you, "I am a grown man, I can take care of myself thank you very fucking much."

"That doesn't mean you should have to," You moved your pan off the burner, moving to wrap your arms around his waist, "Let me take care of you, darling."

Almost automatically, his arms were wrapping around you in return, but he kept up his grumbling, "I've got things, treacle, right, that I need to do, and I'm fine anyway. Just making a big fuss over nothin."

"Mhhhm. What if I just go call Ollie myself and tell him not to let you into your office, hm? What then?" You asked, pulling away enough to look at him.

He wagged his finger at you again, "Ah, but Ollie's to scared of me to keep me out all day."

"He might be scared of you threatening him, but I think he'd be more scared of disappointing me." You said gravley.

Alfie locked eye with you for a long moment, and a battle of wills commenced. You would keep this up all day, even if it meant following him all the way to the bakery, sitting in his office all day, and not letting him get one ounce of work done, for your begging him to take a load off.

You knew that, and he knew that. It took a few long moments before he finally looked away, conceding.

"Right, fine. Since you put it that way."

You beamed, pressing a kiss to his whiskery cheek, "Wonderful. Now, you sit right down there, and after breakfast I will run you a nice, hot bath."

[0mg-bird]

Cake Batter ~B Floyd x Fem! Reader

Summary: How Bob comes home to an expected mess, both of his girlfriend and the dinner.

Warnings: Just fluff and some language.

You practically danced around the kitchen, making sure all the different things you had going were turning out the way you planned. You had sent Bob off to work after a morning of rolling around in bed, apologizing that he had to spend his birthday with fighter pilots and not you in lingerie. Then, you had showered and gotten dressed and rushed off to the store. You were determined to make his favorite meal, all from scratch, so you searched the store for every ingredient needed. You never claimed to be a chef, but you were going to try your hardest to make the best dish possible for the man you’ve been in love with for six years.

Music played in the background as you danced around the kitchen, mixing things in this bowl, seasoning vegetables in that one. You truly believed there was a method to your madness.

Then, slowly, it started falling apart.

Your cornbread burns in the oven, the roast you started early somehow still isn’t tender, you forgot to add the carrots in to simmer with the broth and you start questioning if the lettuce for a side salad is rotten or not.

Panic starts to set in when the clock inches closer to the time Bob said he’d be home. You turn the heat up in the slow cooker, then try and focus on making his birthday cake instead.

While pulling another mixing bowl down, you get lost in thought. Hands wiping at your apron, you huff at the remembrance of your families doubt. They make countless jokes about all the faults you’ve been through over the years. Bleaching your laundry, locking keys in the car, forgetting to pay the water bill, and most of all, soiling every meal in some way.

It’s like you’re a bad omen when it comes to every task an adult should complete successfully.

Your father once said the real reason Bobby didn’t pop the question was because he was scared of having a wife who’d accidentally poison him.

You shake yourself free from that absurd claim, then go back to your measurements.

How much flour did you put in already? Was that too much sugar?

You shrug, humming to yourself as you turn to the fridge and retrieve some eggs.

Cracking them open, you drop half the shells in the batter, making you curse and fish them out with a spoon. Whisking away, you don’t see the initial spark of the outlet where the slow cooker is plugged into, but when you smell something odd, you see the flame coming from the wall.

You gasp and shout, hastily setting the mixing bowl down, it teeters on the edge of the counter.

You grab a towel, trying to throw it over the fire, this is when you really begin to panic. The flame burns your hand, making you cry out but continue to smother it until it extinguishes. Tears well in your eyes from the pain, but when you hear the crash of the bowl and turn to see the cake batter splatter everywhere on the floor, you cry with defeat.

What do you do now?

You’ve ruined it all.

You immediately grab a wet rag and sink to the mess, trying to wipe it up. Your hair falls in your face, tears fall fiercely.

As far as your dearest Bobby goes, he pulls into the driveway, relieved he is finally home. His key turns in the door, and he expects you to be reading on the couch, maybe watching a movie. He pictures you greeting him with a kiss, telling him about dinner reservations you made maybe. What he doesn’t envision is the scene unfolding as he comes into his small house.

“Honey?” He calls, clicking off the stereo. Immediately he hears the sound of your cries. Panic floods him.

He follows the sound into the kitchen, a brisk pace about him. There, he finds you on the floor, wiping up a mess, covered in cake batter, face red, loose hair falling against your damp cheeks.

“What happened?” He asks, and your eyes lift to him with pure sadness. You speak but your words are sobbing and broken. “I-I was making dinner and then the-the cornbread burned because I left it in too long while chopping vegetables and I forgot the carrots and I put too much flour in the cake and then the kitchen caught on fire-”

“Fire?” He panics, looking around, sure enough there’s a large scorch mark on the wall where the outlet is.

“Mhm.” You nod, getting to your feet. “And I didn’t know what to do- why don’t we have a fire extinguisher? And then the batter fell and made a mess and I was trying to clean it up before you came home and saw but I wasn’t fast enough and now it’s all ruined!”

He comes forward, not caring that he’s stepping in the residue of batter. He holds your shoulders. “Hey, it’s okay, just breathe.” He shushes, but you can’t even look at him.

“I ruined it, it’s not okay! I-I had a plan, I was determined but I fucked it up.”

His arms are wrapping around you, his hand on the back of your head, he’s whispering to you to calm down, that everything’s okay.

“I’m sorry, Bobby.” You cry into his shoulder.

“It was an accident, I’m not mad at you.” He says, pulling you back. He holds your face between his hands, his thumbs wiping away the tears that come. “Just breathe, you didn’t ruin nothing, okay?”

You shut your eyes, nodding. Your hands go to hold his wrists, but you wince at the pain. His eyes widen. “What is it, sweetheart?”

“I burned myself.” You sniffle, lifting your hand to show him.

Bob pulls you to the sink, holding your wound under cold water to give you some relief. “It’s just been a rough day, huh?” He asks, not in a mocking tone. He’s so utterly genuine, you want to cry all over again because he’s too perfect for you.

“I wanted you to feel special, I was going to master your favorite meal and it was going to be great.” You say, feeling defeated.

“I believe you, and I bet it was gonna be great, baby.” He says, grabbing a towel and wrapping your hand.

As he guides you away, lifting you to sit on the counter top, he kisses your fingers before going to grab the first aid kit.

You feel dumb, it was his birthday and yet he was talking care of you.

He gently rubs some Vaseline over the burn, then wraps it with a bandage. “See? All better, and the world didn’t end.” He smiles at you.

You shake your head. “I’d make a terrible wife.” You say, looking down at your feet.

Bob’s brows furrow, not liking the way you talk about yourself. “Hey…” He says, rubbing your knee. “Who says that, huh?”

“Me. My family.” You admit, wiping your face.

“Well, that’s a silly thing to say, isn’t it?” He asks, coming to stand between your legs. His finger lifts your jaw, forcing your head up to look at him. “One bad meal doesn’t matter.”

“I am a terrible cook, I over season, I burn, I make a mess. I can’t even cook a frozen pizza.” You say, and he pauses.

He can’t deny it, but he won’t say that.

“You’ll get better with time. Besides, I can cook so it’s fine.” He pushes your hair back, smiling.

“I’m cursed, Bobby, that’s why you don’t want to marry me.” You huff, looking into his big blue eyes that squint a little at your accusation. “I never said I didn’t wanna marry ‘yuh.” He says.

“But-”

“But nothin’. I’d marry you tomorrow if it was up to me, honey, but I want to make sure we are settled in every aspect before I make you my wife. It has nothing to do with whatever curse you think you have. You ain’t got no curse, you’re perfect.” He means every word, cradling your head with his gentle hand.

Slowly, you nod. “I’m sorry your birthday wasn’t better.”

He pulls you from the counter. “I came home to you, my birthday was great.”

His sideways smile makes the corners of your lips lift, and suddenly you’re leaning into him, kissing him deeply. Bob grips your hips, holding you to him as he groans at the fever of your mouth.

After a moment, he pulls back. “Let’s clean up and then we’ll go out to eat, okay?”

You nod, kissing his cheek. “Okay.”

All this mess over some cake batter.

[wosoamazing]

Pregnant

Summary: Katie and Caitlin are pregnant.

Warnings: Morning Sickness (throwing up), negative tests, pregnancy.

A/N: This is the first fic in the new McFoord Baby Series, its not the best, in my opinion (but they do get better). I hope you like it, I have some other stories in the works for this, but if there is anything you would like to see in this series let me know.

“Katie, are you sure you want to do this?” Caitlin asked her as they stood in the kitchen preparing for their first step to being Mums. Katie just nodded, keeping her eyes closed, she hated needles like really hated needles. Caitlin gave the injection to Katie and then wrapped her arms around her.

“That’s it, that's the first step, we might get to be Mum’s” She said, placing a kiss on Katie's lips. “I’m so excited”

_____

The next month Katie was moody, getting mad more often than usual, receiving a yellow card in almost every game. Jonas pulled Katie into a meeting about her behaviour and that's when he found out they were trying for a baby, he forgave Katie but told her to try and control her temper.

_____

Egg Retrieval Day and Transfer Day had been successful, which is what had led them here, standing in the bathroom, waiting for the timer to go off, to see if they were pregnant or not.

“This is so painful, why do they take so long,” almost as if the universe had heard Katie the timer went off, the two giddy women quickly flipped over the three pregnancy tests, immediately the mood in the room dropped, all three were negative. 

“I’m sorry,” Katie said before she burst into tears, Caitlin quickly wrapped her arms around her and held her tight.

“There is nothing to be sorry for, this isn’t your fault, and anyway, it's rare for it to work on the first try, Mini told us that remember, we can try again, but only if you want to.”

Try again was exactly what they did, which is how they found themselves sitting in the Kitchen, of Mini’s apartment, Katie had been feeling unwell for the past few days but she couldn’t bring herself to do a test, especially considering when the IVF clinic did the blood test two weeks after the transfer it was negative, they decided to not start another cycle straight away, deciding to go on international break and then talk about how they felt and the steps forward. There was not really any chance at all that Katie could be pregnant, and even though they both knew the pregnancy tests would be negative. They both still couldn't bear to flip another set of pregnancy tests for them to be negative, joining the other four negative sets. However Mini told them to just do one, that mistakes can happen sometimes and sometimes the blood tests are too early and that it would be better to know for sure rather than just assuming Katie wasn’t pregnant. She even offered to be there for them and find out herself to then tell them, which was an offer they took up, hence why they were in her kitchen. They brought Kyra with them to make it seem less weird as to why they were both visiting. Kyra, Harper and Clara were sitting in the living room.

“You ready?” Mini asked the pair who sat in front of her, they both tentatively nodded. She flipped over the tests and a small smile appeared on her face. “You’re going to be Mum’s” “Wait what,” “Really?” She nodded showing the pair the tests.

“Oh my God, we’re going to be Mum’s Cait,” Katie exclaimed as she pulled Caitlin in for a hug.

The three of them walked out into the living room. “Sad” Harper said as she pointed to the pair, “They’re not sad Harper,” “But crying”

“These are happy tears, Harps,” Caitlin said as she went to sit on the floor with Harper and Kyra.

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A few mornings after finding out she was pregnant, Katie found herself feeling very sick, as the pair of them sat on the couch eating breakfast.

“Cait, I’m just going to go to the bathroom real quick,” Katie said as she stood up, walking to the bathroom, Caitlin was a little concerned for Katie as she had been acting differently that morning, she also had been blinking hard which Caitlin had discovered Katie did when she was in pain or unwell, so the Australian decided to follow her into the bathroom. She found Katie leant against the wall next to the toilet, she had her arms wrapped around her stomach, and her knees were pulled into her chest.

“Katie, Babe, it’s just me,” the Australian said before sitting down next to her, Katie’s eyes were shut and she didn't want to startle her, Katie moved closer to Caitlin so that their sides were touching, resting her head on Caitlin’s shoulder, who moved to put one arm around Katie, “What’s going on?”

“I feel like I’m going to throw up. I hate throwing up, I don’t want to be sick, Cait.” Caitlin started to move her thumb against Katie’s arm, in a gesture of comfort, placing a kiss to the top of her head.

“It’s okay, I know you don’t like it, but I’m here, and if you ever feel this way please tell me, I’ll come and just sit here with you. We’re going to get through this together okay.”

The pair sat there for ten minutes before Caitlin spoke again, “How bout we get ready for training and head off, maybe some fresh air will help.”

They were standing in the locker room talking to their friends when Caitlin saw Katie's demeanour change, it was ever so subtle and no one else would have noticed but it was something Caitlin could’ve spotted from a mile away. She walked up to Katie and wrapped her arms around her waist giving her a hug from behind before whispering in her ear “Let’s go to the bathroom.” 

Katie followed Caitlin into the bathroom, they both walked into a stall and locked the door before finding themselves in essentially the same positions as they were in at home, except the only difference was this time after a few minutes Katie threw up, Caitlin rubbed her back as she did, saying encouraging words to her whilst she also messaged someone on her phone.

Katie stopped throwing up, and returned to her previous position, “Do you feel any better?” “A little bit”

They both heard footsteps as someone entered the toilets “Cait you messaged?” It was Steph, Katie’s eyes grew in panic, Caitlin held her tighter as she explained “It’s okay, it's just Steph, she knew we were trying, she found me one day after a negative and I was having a moment, I explained to her. She won't tell anyone, and she doesn't know about this yet. I just need to go and talk to Jonas quickly, she will stay with you, she is good, don’t worry”

Caitlin stood up and walked out of the cubical, “Can you just look after Katie for me quickly? I’m just going to go talk to Jonas, I’ll explain later.” 

Caitlin came back from talking to Jonas to find Steph and Katie sitting in the locker room.

“Sorry, I didn’t realise the girls had gone out, thank you for looking after her though, but you can go out now, it's all good”

“No its no problem I’ll wait for you”

“Katie, Babe, I spoke to Jonas and we both agree that you shouldn’t do any training today, he said we could go home if we needed but I didn't think you would want to go home, so he suggested that you could lie down for a bit on one of the physio beds or that you could sit off to the side and watch training. It’s up to you, but if you do want to go home I can take you home, that isn’t a problem”

“No, I want to stay, could I maybe go lie down?” “That sounds like a good idea, do you want me to take you down, or-” “No it's all good, I’ll go myself, love you.” “Love you too babe.”

“So I hear congratulations are in order” Steph said as she sat next to Caitlin who was tying her boots, “wait did she tell you?” “No, I kind of figured, but I asked and she said yeah. But seriously congratulations, you are both going to be fantastic Mum’s” “Thanks Steph, you ready to head out?” “Yeah. But why don’t you want to talk about it? Is everything okay? You guys have wanted this for so long, I thought you would be more excited” Caitlin let out a heavy sigh, and looked down at her feet.

“Yeah, it's just that, it's been hitting Katie hard, and I just feel so bad. I mean we both wanted this but like-” “Caitlin, its okay to not feel 100% sure about this, it's a big change.” Steph said cutting her fellow Aussie off before pulling her in for a hug.

_____

“Um, so we just had something to tell you all, um well….” Katie said, prompting Caitlin to pull out a mini Arsenal shirt, which had Little Teammate printed on it.

“Oh my god are you having a baby?” “Yeah, expected mid November”

“Congratulations you guys, I didn't know you were trying,” “Thank you, but yeah we didn't tell many people.”

“Oh that's why.” Kyra said a little louder than intended to Alessia causing everyone to look at Kyra who looked like a deer in the headlights, not wanting to reveal what this announcement had just answered.

“Um well….” Kyra stammered.

“Kyra thought Katie was looking fatter than usual.” Alessia threw Kyra under the bus, which caused the Irish women to cry. Kim and Leah directed the team out quickly, to give the two women some space.

“I’m sorry,” Katie said as Caitlin pulled her in for a hug, this was a symptom of her pregnancy Katie hated, maybe even more than the morning sickness, she was so emotional and kept crying.

“You have nothing to apologise for, after all you are growing our daughter.” The two women sent each other beaming smiles, they were going to have a little girl soon.

[disasterfandoms]

A Pain Worse than Death || A Victor Tan Oneshot

Anonymous requested: “So I know you just posted a Tan x Bonnie story, but I was wondering if you could write an imagine with Tan x Reader, maybe you’ve been trying to have a baby and have to do IVF, and someone makes a comment at work and Tan snaps? “

A/N: So, this was a hard request to write. It really challenged me creatively, and I had to think long and hard on how to write this tastefully. I hope it does it justice.

TW: IVF, mention of infertility, mention of miscarriages, anger, tension between males, male tears

Masterlist

Everyone at work had noticed Tan acting differently as of late. He was short with people, if he had talked at all, and made frequent, almost daily, trips to see Wendy. He wouldn’t talk to his team, his friends, about what was happening, but it was killing him inside. It had built up into this monster, and he didn’t know how to deal with it, as he wanted to be at home, comforting you, helping you through all of this.

You two had been trying for a baby for months now, to no avail. The one time you were able to conceive, you lost the baby at 7 weeks. You both were devastated, there was nothing in the world you two wanted more than to start a family together. So, you started IVF a month ago. Daily injections, egg retrieval, genetic testing, etc. took up most of your and Victor’s time these days. But it had worked, you were pregnant, and according to the scans and the blood tests, everything was going well… until it wasn’t.

You had woken up that morning, blood in your underwear. You just sat there, dread filling your entire body, you knew what was happening, and a trip to the OB later, it was confirmed that you were miscarrying again.

You have to start back at square one.

He knew he should have taken the day off, like both you and Wendy had suggested. Tan felt this need to be doing something, anything, that could help someone, so he didn’t feel useless. What else could he do? Sit with you, pretend to be strong, while he was in so much emotional torment, that it felt like he was being stabbed in the heart again?

So, he came to work, and he went to Wendy’s office, venting and talking about his feelings, something he had began after a mandatory session due to what they had seen on a roll out one day. He never was one to talk to his feelings, but it had helped, so he continued. Once his appointment was up, he went and worked the current case they had, trying to make it through the day.

Until Luca came in, loudly talking about some game he saw on TV the night before.

He ignored the man, keeping his head down and focusing on the information he was trying to decipher. He snapped his head up, though, when he heard Luca making a comment. “What?” Tan asked, frowning.

”Tan, man, what’s been up with you? Shacked up with you lady?” Luca repeated, chuckling when he had heard Street chime in.

”Nothing, I’m fine,” Tan muttered, before turning around.

”Awe c’mon Tan! You never come out with us anymore, you barely talk, it’s like you got married and suddenly your ball and chain is keeping you hostage,” Rocker, who had joined the men where they were standing, chimed in.

”Shut up Rocker, you have no idea what you’re talking about,” Tan snapped, fire burning in his eyes. He was instantly set off at the mention of you, not caring he was talking to someone of higher rank.

”Tan! Go cool off!” Hondo said firmly, not liking how the younger man’s fist had been balled up, ready to strike the other Sargeant.

Tan huffed, tossing the tablet on the table, and going to the locker room. Maybe he should go home, he thought, so he could eat away from people who would never understand.

He wasn’t expecting, though, that Deacon would be in the locker room, having just gotten off the phone with Annie.

“Hey,” Deacon said worriedly, “Where are you going?”

”Home,” Tan said shortly, pulling his shirt off quickly and putting on his street clothes back on.

”Why? Vic what’s going on?” Deacon asked, watching the young man, instantly seeing the man was simmering with anger.

”Nothing, I’m fine. Rocker was being an idiot, and I reacted wrong. Need any more info than that, tough shit,” Victor spoke sternly, grabbing his backpack and leaving without saying another word.

Deacon frowned, deciding he needed more information, as something didn’t seem right about the situation.

——-

Tan made his way home, having calmed down on the way. He knew you would need him clam, not angry at the world.

You were sitting on the couch, a heating pad on your abdomen to help with the cramping. You were watching some movie on Lifetime, though if anyone asked you, you couldn’t tell them the plot.

”Hey baby,” he murmured, making his way over to you. He sat down on the couch, pulling you into his arms.

”Hey,” you spoke quietly, “How come you’re home early?”

”Decided I should be here instead,” he whispered, kissing your forehead. “How are you feeling?”

You shrugged, deciding not to give an answer to that. “How are you?” You asked instead, looking up into his beautiful brown eyes.

He sighed, “Not great,” he whispered, “Have a lot of feelings… just hate that this is happening.”

You nodded, wiping a tear that had fell down his cheek. “Oh love…” you whispered, kissing his cheek. “I hate it too… I hate that my body is failing us.”

He immediately shook his head, “No. Y/n, you’re not at all at fault or this. We both know that these things happen, and you heard the doctor: This is not a sign to give up.”

You nodded, swallowing the sobs that had threatened to escape, wiping your eyes. “It feels like my heart keeps getting ripped out of my chest,” you admit, clearing your throat as you lean in to kiss his cheek. “I can’t imagine what you must feel.”

”Best description I’ve heard yet,” he muttered, sighing when he heard someone at the door.

You sat up, wiping the tears away as he went to the door, though you made no move to get off the couch.

Victor should have known someone wouldn’t have left it alone, let him have his peace. So when he saw Hondo at the door, he fought every urge to roll his eyes at the man. “Hondo,” he greeted, stepping out of the house and closing the door, so you couldn’t hear the conversation.

”Tan,” Hondo started, “What is up with you, man? And don’t say it’s nothing, you’ve been off for a while now. You’ve been going to Wendy more often, you’ve been withdrawn from everyone, and you’re always the first out the door once the case is done.”

Victor sighed, gritting his teeth. Why couldn’t they let him deal with this himself? “Look, me and Y/n have been going through a tough time recently-“

”How tough we talkin’?” Hondo interrupted, crossing his arms across his chest.

Tan closed his eyes, “We’ve been trying to start a family,” Victor spoke quietly, “we’ve had to start IVF, and the two times we’ve been successful…” he trailed off, hoping Hondo got the point.

Hondo closed his eyes, sighing. “Why didn’t you say anything, man?” He asked quietly, placing a hand on Tan’s shoulder.

”Not anyone’s concern. Wendy told me to take today off, since Y/n is miscarrying.”

Hondo shook his head, “You’re our concern, man. And take the rest of the week off, get your head right, and take care of her. I want daily check ins, though, and when we’re back, we’ll talk about how you’re gonna apologize to Rocker.”

Tan nodded, sighing in relief. “Thanks Hondo,” he spoke quietly.

”Of course.” Hondo said, heading back to his car. He knew the younger man would be alright, but he hated how Tan had thought he should go through his without any support.

[kilojulietsierra]

When You Touch Me Like That (Jake "Hangman" Seresin x fem!massage therapist reader)

Self indulgent maybe, but who wouldn't want to get there hands on this man!?

Your boyfriend visits you at work and suddenly can't get his mind of one specific thing.

Warnings: 18+ only content, established relationship, jealousy, inappropriate massage therapist behavior, consensual kink, sexy massage, happy ending, unprotected pinv, dirty talk, very hands on...

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He had brought you lunch that day. That's how this all had started. He'd hung out in the front office, the girl working the front desk said you were finishing up with an appointment and that you'd be right out. So he'd hung out in the office and waited.

Not long after he heard a door close softly and another door close a moment later. He could hear water running for a long while and then a few minutes later you appeared.

"Jake!" Your face lit up when you saw him and it did his ego good. "What are you doing here?"

Jake was in civilian clothes; boots, jeans and a size too small t-shirt with Wayfairers hooked in the collar, "Out early today, knew who had a busy day so…" He held up a to go bag from your favorite Deli

"God bless you." You walked straight up to him for a kiss and to retrieve your lunch.

"BLT with avocado and an egg, extra runny." He smiled as you took the bag from him to inspect, "Don't worry chips and salsa too."

By this point one of the other therapists had finished an appointment and was talking to the young lady she had been working on. The two of them and the front desk receptionist all seemed to be staring on in envy and Jake couldn't help but play it up a bit. Then he saw the man come down the hallway and walk up to you. He was an older man, definitly older than you, and Jake would guess older than himself as well.

"Thank's hon, amazing as always."

Jake watched him as he walked out the door, hackles raised.

"I'm sorry we're so busy, otherwise I'd say we could eat together." Your voice snapped him out of his murderous thoughts.

"I know darlin," He bent down to drop a kiss on your forehead, "Me and some of the guys are gonna meet up at O'hargens in a bit, I'll get some wings there."

"Day drinking on a weekday? Careful Lieuteant." You had given him a cheeky smile and one last kiss, "Thank you, I love you, have fun."

"Love you too, still want me to come over tonight?"

"Of course," You rolled your eyes a little but still smiled, "Don't get tou turnt up."

Jake smiled and slid his glasses on, "Please, Ferg is the one you gotta watch out for. I'm a boy scout."

Out in the parking lot Jake was still smiling. Until he saw the guy again.

Your appointment. He was sitting in his camaro with the top down and sweat already seeping through his shirt in the Pensacola sun.

Jake eyed the man as he walked to his truck and waited for him to pull out of the parking lot first. Jealousy wasn't something Jake dealt with often, only when it came to you. Mostly when someone was looking a little more than he cared for. Occasionally when Jake remembered that your job included touching people, specifically asshats like that guy.

The whole way to the bar Jake had been grinding his teeth, thinking about that guy and that he called you hon, apparently was a regular, and Jake was certain he wasn't getting regular massages for chronic back pain. Then somehow after a few beers with the boys from the squadron a wire had gotten crossed in his brain.

Which is how he ended up looking away from the game on tv and over to you where you were reading at the other end of the couch. "Darlin, would you give me a massage tonight?"

"Sure babe," You paused for a minute to finish a sentence in your book before looking up, "You sore or something?"

Your hands were amazing and you gave the best massages, Jake was lucky and he knew that. He had free access to you for every ache and pain a hard day of training or flying might cause.

Tonight though, that wasn't why he was asking. "No, not like that. Just... " Now that he'd started this he realized there was no good way to ask for what he wanted. "I mean, like, like a sexy massage."

You chuckled, you looked confused, but you gave him a smile. "Jake, what are you talking about?" As soon as the words left your mouth realization dawned on you, "Ohhh..." You looked him over carefully, "You mean like rub your back before we have sex?"

Jake dropped his head back against the couch, "Know what, don't worry about it, it was just a dumb idea anyway."

"What? No, babe" You scooted over to his side of the couch, "I think I'm just not understanding what you mean."

"Promise not to make fun of me?"

"I mean... no more than normal." You laughed but Jake accepted that answer with a sideways glance.

"So, I got a little jealous after leaving your work today, and then the more I thought about it..."

"Jake, you know when it comes to clients..."

"I know babe, that doesn't meen I don't...can't get Jealous." You both shared a knowing look, Jake was territorial to say the least. "Anyway I had a few drinks with the guys and I started thinking about something else..." When you didn't respond Jake took a deep breath and continued, "I mean like a happy ending kind of massage."

Now it was obvious you understood what he meant this time. You sat there, legs crossed on the couch next to him, and contemplated a few things. "Does that turn you on? Thinking about that."

"Apparently." Jake felt a little embarrassed and couldn't meet your eye.

"Since when?"

"I don't know, about 12:45 this afternoon."

That made her laugh a little, "Do you mean like role play? Or..."

Jake looked at her finally, "No, not like that. I just..." He looked at her hands and lost his train of thought.

"Jake," You brought his attention back and moved closer to him on the couch, now sitting on your knees with your elbow braced against the back of the seat. "You know how sometimes in bed... my brain kind of short circuts and I need something but can't get it out." When he continued to stare at the celining but nodded, you continued, "You make me slow down and take a minute, until I can tell you what I want." His eyes dart to yours and he nods again. "This is a time where you need to slow down and tell me what you want."

He sighed deeply and stared back at the football game, "It sounds stupid now that I'm trying to say it out loud."

You smiled, "I said the exact same thing the night I came back from my birthday party." You smirked when that brought his attention back, you could see him biting the inside of his cheek, "Remember how drunk and silly I sounded trying to explain to you what I wanted? Y'know the thing with the scarves and your..."

"Oh I remember." Jakes smirk doubled, relishing the tinge of pink in your cheeks.

"Well, that ended up not being stupid at all did it?" You asked as you moved to straddle his lap.

His hands grabbing your hips on reflex alone he grinned, "Definitly not stupid."

Your weight settled on his thighs you grinned back, "Now it's your turn, so spill."

~~~

Jake leaned against the door to your bedroom as he watched you change for bed. Nervous as he may be he still smirked to himself knowing full well if everything went well, you wouldn't need clothes to sleep in. "You're sure this isn't…" He momentarily trailed off as you shimmied out of your cut offs and did not replace them. "This isn't, like demeaning or objectifying or like, crossing some sort of boundary?"

You laughed and gave him a big bright smile as you crossed your bedroom to where he stood. "You know how I really," You ran your hands up his chest to wrap around his neck, "Really like when you come home in your uniform and let me… help you get undressed?"

He grinned and set his hands on your hips, "I do."

"Well, I think it's kinda like that." You scratched your nails over the back of his neck and smiled up at him.

Jake leaned down to kiss you, "You're amazing, y'know that right?"

"Mhmm," You grinned into the kiss and then pulled back the slightest bit, "Now, take your clothes off and get on the bed."

With a hint of a groan he pulled away, already turned on, "Yes ma'am."

When you came back from the bathroom with Jake's favorite lotion, which he denied to the bitter end, you found him face down in the middle of your bed, naked and tense. You couldn't help but giggle to yourself as you approached, "You look a little tense there lieutenant."

"Don't tease me darlin'." Jake grumbled into the pillow, arms folded beneath him.

As you climbed onto the bed and straddled his lower back, just as you normally did when you gave him a backrub, the thought occured to you that this was, actually, very different. Lotion in your hands you admired the expanse of muscle before you. "Thought that's what you wanted." You ignored his warning as you made the first firm stroke over his back, a palm on either side of his spine.

The muscles under your hands shivered and flexed and Hangman let out a groan, "Your hands are amazing."

Your cheeks flushed, you bit your lip as you worked over his lower back, up along his spine to his shoulders. You scooted back enough that you could dig your thumbs into the divots at the base of his spine.

Jake was always vocal in bed, but the way he groaned and ground his hips into the mattress emboldened you. You licked your lips and leaned down close, your chest pressed to his back as you whispered in his ear. "Feel good?"

"So fucking good." He groaned, face buried directly into the pillow, hips grinding more as you kissed and mouthed at his neck while your hands stroked over his bulging biceps.

How had you never done this before?

Bracing you hands against his shoulders you pushed yourself back up to a sitting position and began to work your way down his back. When you paused for more lotion you couldn't help but enjoy the way he fidgeted beneath you. LIke he was chasing after your hands, after your touch. You scooted back over his thighs and bit your lip, fighting back a grin as you swept your hands up his sides, strong fingers curling into his ribs and raking their way down over his waist and hips.

You continued down until you were at the backs of his thighs and then reversed direction and stroked over each of his glutes. His hips bucked into the mattress even as his muscles clenched under your touch, "Not that kind of massage darlin'."

You giggled as you drug your nails down over the small of his back and then over each ass cheek, "Maybe some other time."

Again, his hips rolled beneath you, but this time he chuckled. His voice muffled by the pillow he responded, "We'll see."

You continued to knead your way up his back so you could kiss and nip along his neck and shoulders, sucked his earlobe between your lips as moved one hand to stroke up and down the back of his neck before carding your fingers into his hair and massaging his scalp. While he continued to moan in to the pillow and writhe beneath you you smiled and whispered, "Roll over for me baby."

He moved so fast he nearly tipped you over.

You giggled as he steadied you by the hips only for you to swat his hands away, "No, touching."

Jake rolled his eyes, but let his hands settle plam down on the comforter. You purposefully moved to settle yourself over his lower abs, barely brushing his erection as you moved. He let out a long breath like it would help him keep his composure as your hands sarted back into his shoulders only from the front this time. Your thumbs tracing along his collar bone several times before you lifted one arm.

You moved it so his hand would rest on your shoulder as you massaged the muscles of his foream, his biceps and triceps and then back in long languid movements. You couldn't help but hum approvingly as the hand at you shoulder lazily moved to grip the back of you neck. Jakes thumb stroking over your pulse point in time with your massage.

You repeated the same with his other arm, your resolve to drag this out chipped slightly as he again took a gentle hold of your neck and caressed your skyrocketing pulse with the pad of a rough thumb.

"What happened to no touchin'?" Jake teased, his cocky tone a stark contrast to the half lidded eyes he gazed up at you with. Biting your lip you leaned forward, down, into the pressure of his thumb. His grip on your throat shiffting automatically as he held you.

After a brush of your lips over his, and the slight increase in pressure around your throat, you whispered, "Did I say that?"

He chuckled, squeezed your throat a little tighter as he kissed you, "You sure did."

"Oops." You winked at him as you easily broke his grip on your throat to pin his hand above his head.

Jake took the hint and brought his other up to join it, folding his hands behind his head and cursing under his breath when your hands began to work over his pecs. His hips jerked each time your thumbs would swipe over one of his erect nipples. "Fuck baby." His eyes were closed and the muscles under your hands flexed and tightened.

You couldn't help but lean down and lick over one and then suck, like he so often did to you. "Jesus, fuck..." A hand dug into your hair and clamped your mouth in place for a moment, urging you to continue licking and sucking at his nipple, biting it not so gently with your teeth before soothing the sting away with your tongue.

Then he was dragging you back up his body for a kiss. "No touching, remember?" You mumbled into his mouth.

He nearly growled at you in return, "I should have specified sweetheart, happy ending for me means I cum in your perfect, tight little pussy. Not all over my stomach." He kissed you again, his tongue sweeping through your mouth, his grip on your hair keeping your face smashed against his.

A giggle escaped, "This turning you on that much baby?" You pushed aside to kiss and lick your way down his neck, "I'm not even halfway done yet."

Jake spit out another, "Jesus Christ." As you licked over his opposite nipple and then began to trace the lines of his abs with your thumbs. You pushed back, over his cock, the feel of it hot and hard and oh so ready for you tempting, but you slid further, ignoring the way the his entire body rolled as you did so. His hand in your hair tightened quickly and then relaxed, like he caught himself.

You traded your thumbs for your tongue as you began to lick at the planes of his six pack, earning more cursing and another roll of his hips that had his cock pressing against your stomach. In response you moved to straddle one of his thighs and ground down against it, long and slow. Your wetness spreading over it as you finally, truly crossed over that line to make this way more than just a massage.

"Fuck, you're so damn wet darlin', I can feel it." His thigh flexed beneath you and his abs fluttered under your lips. He was not wrong, you were soaked, drenched, leaving a smear of arousal over his thigh. The coarse hair and thick muscle of it doing terrible things to your own self control.

"This the kind of massage you wanted Lieutenant?" Your own voice was breathy as you had made it to nip and kiss at his hip bone, your hips 'massaging' his thigh faster and harder.

"Yes, yeah baby, your hands," Which were currently occupied dragging your nails lighlty down his chest over and over, "Your mouth, fuck baby your pussy feels so good rubbin' on me like that." He thrust up against you again, chasing some sort of friction, some form of relief. His hands moved to the shoulders of your t-shirt. His t-shirt. "Take this shit off."

He drug the fabric off your body with no assistance from you and groaned when you shifted enough to let his cock brush against the soft, bare skin of your breast. WIth a long, wide lick you traced one side of the sharp cut v at his lower abdomen and he thrust against you again. When you moved, scrambled to settle on his other thigh and begin to give it the same treatment, you moved and licked another path up the opposite side of the v and Jake lifted his thigih slightly to add pressure.

"Need you to touch me darlin'." It almost sounded like there was a please at the end of that sentence that he couldn't quite bring himself to say outloud.

You smiled against his hp, "I am touching you babe." You registered the bolt of pleasure that shot through you before you really realized that it came from the harsh slap Hangman had laid across your ass.

You moaned and bucked forward, his thigh chasing you and causing you to hump aginst it even harder. "Smartass." He grumbled even as both hands settled on your ass to squeeze and caress the sting away. "Touch me."

The moan escaped without your permission and you realized you were going to cum. You were well and truly humping his thigh, riding it with your thighs spread wide and your clit rubbing over the muscle. "Oh shit, Jake, fuck..."

He realized too, one hand moving to grab yours and guiding you to his balls, "Go ahead sweetheart, cum for me, be a good girl and cum for me," His larger hand encouraged you to squeeze his balls, massage them the way he liked.

"You're supposed to...' A tremor cut your words off as the knot spun and spun low in your gut.

Jake chuckled, strangled as it was, "It's okay, you first then you can finish my massage, go ahead darlin', go ahead, that's right." He continued to encourage you as you chased your orgasm, riding his leg harder and faster, your grip on his balls tightening as the pleasure crashed into you.

Jakes free hand stroked over your back as you came down, soft and soothing even as his cock twitched with need in front of you.

"Jake..."

He smirked, "C'mere baby girl." He used the hand at your back to pull you up into a kiss while his other hand continued to hold yours around his balls. His fingers working with yours to roll and tug at them. Jake kissed you like he ate you out, his mouth wide and shoving his tongue deep, licking his way into every opening until you were even more of a moaning mess. "Need a minute?" He asked, voice a whisper when he finally pulled back.

You gave him a hallf giddy, hafl shy smile, "Why is this so hot?"

His smile grew, "I don't know, but I love that it got you off to baby." He kissed you again.

"Now it's your turn." You returned the kiss, "In this new fantasy of yours, how do I finish your little massage?" J

ake groaned, "Can I take back what I said earlier? About the roll play thing?" His smile was wide and happy but his green eyes were dark, pupils blown wide.

"Next time." You picked his lips.

He nodded, "Okay." He dropped his head back into the pillows and rolled his hips experimentlaly, smirking again when you shivered, "Want that wrecked little pussy to massage my cock baby. Grind on it like you did my leg, rub it real nice and firm. Want you to get off on it."

You bit your lip and hummed, slipped your hand away from his and his balls to drag a light finger up the length of him. "Thought you wanted to come inside me?"

"Oh, I'm gonna." He chuckled, deep and low in his chest, "You let me worry about that."

All you could do was whine in anticipation as you settled in place, your thighs wide over his hips as you lined up the hadrness of his cock between your lower lips and began to move. You were so sensitive and so wet that every inch of him was nearly too much. Forget that he wasn't even inside you.

All you were doing was rocking your hps, guiding your still trembling pussy from the base to the tip, pressing his cock between the two of you and biting your lip as the familiar sensation sitrred to life within you. You moved your hands to his torso, doing your best to move them like you had before. Slow, firm steady strokes meant to losen the muscle and drive him crazy at the same time.

Then Hangman began to match the motion of your hips with his own. An image flashed through your mind as his hips bucked up into yours, his abs contraciting under your touch with each snap of his hips. The idea of Jake on your table at work, the dim lights, the music, the incense and his skin warm and slick with oil. Your eyes fell closed. He would look so strained, like he was fighting to keep his composure, his control. He would have to keep quiet, you both would or someone would hear you.

It would be so unprofessional, but so hot. As a shiver skittered up your spine you leaned down, your hands sliding over his abs, brushing his nipples on the way up his hard chest. You placed your lips against his ear and tossed your earlier statement out the window. "I'm so embarrassed Lieutenant Seresin." You let out a shaky breath that was only slightly played up, "I don't..." You rocked your hips down hard, "I don't do this with clients, I don't know what came over me, you just... you just look so good, feel so good..."

"Holy fuck." Jakes hands dug into your hips and drug you down over his cock, hard. He swallowed audibly, "Oh sweetheart..." He stretched beneath you, fighting off a wave of pleasure, "Don't be embarrassed." He turned his head so he could mouth at your neck, "Can't help myself when you touch me, you make me so hard, so horny. You're such a good girl I know you don't do this for anyone but me do you?"

"Just you." Your hips stuttered and you wrapped your arms around his neck, "Nobdoy else, just you."

Jake growled, "You only get naked for me don't you?" He was thrusting up into in earnest now, sliding you back and forth over his cock, the head catching against your clit every so often causing you to whine. "You only touch me like this. You only get this needy for me."

"Fuck, yes just for you. I can't help it." "Neither can I sweeheart, can I have that pussy sweetheart? Your mouth feels so good, your hands feel so good, want to feel what that pussy can do."

You fought to keep up the act, "I shouldn't..."

His grip on you tightened, "Just for me darlin', it can be our little secret."

For whatever reason that gets you, so you push yourself up as much as you can and take him in your hand. Trying not to feel silly you stroke the length of him, "It's so big, and hard, it does look like it hurts."

You catch him grin and you know that even though he's nearly out of his mind with how bad he wants to fuck you, the line is cheesy and such a cheap porno thing to say but he loves it. "It hurts so bad baby, make it feel better for me, please sweetheart"

As soon as you nod he as you impaled on his cock and begins fucking up into you. The act was gone completely as he drags you down into an obscene kiss, "You're so fucking good to me baby." His hips are snapping into yours so hard and so fast, that he has to lock his arms around you to keep you in place, "You playing it up for me?"

You nod into his neck, words a mix of strgangled moans and syllables, "It, oh fuck Jake, I kind of like it."

"Damn baby," He grunts as he gives in and rolls you to your back, slamming into you, "Just for me? Just for me, right?"

Your eyes roll back in your head with the way his body and his words are overwhelming you, "Only you Jake, only you, only you..." Your mind shorts out, unable to say anything else as your nails dig into the muscles of his back, warm and smooth where you had stroked over them early, only now to claw deep red welts into him as you cum again with a straingled moan.

Jake has his face inches from yours, watching as you bounce and writhe beneath him and as your pussy clenches down on his cock and he feels the first wave of your orgasm hit he burries himelf deep and cries out your name. Over and over again between grunts and groans as he empties himself into you.

~

You can see the marks on his back from your spot in bed, your heart just now starting to slow, no longer pounding in your ears. You watch him at the sink where he rinises himself off quickly with the tap water as it warms. Not for the first time you wonder just how the fuck he is so good looking. Then when he catches you looking, his eyes dancing and his grin cocky but his overall expression goofy and satisfied you wonder how the fuck he is so in love with you. Jake gives you a wink as he tests the water and then dunks a rag under it.

When he comes back into the room to clean you up, it's a struggle to keep your eyes open as he works the rag over you. He takes longer than he needs, wiping down places where he never spilled a drop, just for the excuse to return a little bit of the favor. The hot towel and pressure of his hand soothing as it stroked over your hips and thighs before he dipped it between your legs.

With your eyes closed the kiss he drops against the dip of your hip makes you jump and he huffs out a warm laugh that slides over your skin.

"What?" You ask, voice barely a whisper.

"Just thinkin' how God damn lucky I am." He places another kiss an inch over. Not sexual in anyway, only adoring.

You chuckle, "I had just been thinking the same thing." You comb a hand through his already disheveled, golden hair and smile. "You're so lucky."

He laughs and nips at your hip bone before soothing it with a kiss. Then he's off the bed and back to the bathroom. Then the room is dark and the bed dips as he crawls in beside you. "Were you really…" His voice is just shy of steady, "Were you really thinkin' about it?"

You schoot back, smiling as he wraps his arms tighter, "Yeah…" You breath deep, "Just kind of, came over me."

Jake nodded behind you and placed a kiss to the side of your neck, "I wouldn't ever ask you to do this outside of the bedroom. You know that right?"

THe smile on your face widens, "I know Jake. I wouldn't mind doing it for your again, just so you know."

He hums, obviously pleased. "Next time you could call me Commander Seresin."

"Not until your promotion is official flyboy." You tease him, shifting your ass back against him as well.

He laughs again, deep and sincere and smooths a hand down your side to keep your hips close. "You didn't mind calling me Admiral when I put on my dress whites and tied you to the bed." He teased, nipping at the shell of your ear, "Sounded so pretty, all drunk and horny, calling me Sir and asking me to put a baby in you…"

You elbowed him hard in the ribs, "Well, the next time I call you Admiral OR ask you to… do that, there better be a Mrs. Seresin to go with it."

Jake turned you to face him and kissed you, slow and deep. "Don't tease me darlin'."

"I would never." You kiss him back, grinning into it until you pull back, "Never about that."

He kisses you again, "Admiral and Mrs. Seresin… is it bad i'm gettin' hard just thinkin' about it."

You shove him onto his back with a laugh, "You realize we'll be like.. what? In our fifties, at least."

His smile was wide and his dimples showed even in the dark of your bedroom. "If we hurry and get those babies on the way, they'd be out of the house by then…"

"We are not havin' babies until you are on permanent shore duty Hangman, you hear me."

"So, what you're sayin' is; I've got a few more years to get all the kinky shit out of my system?" He licked his lips and gave you a look.

"And to sort out that jealous boyfirend thing." You chided him.

"Darlin'," He pulled you down into a kiss, "You let me give you my last name, I won't have nothin' to be jealous of."

You kissed him again, nipped at his bottom lip as you pulled back and settled your head onto his chest. His arms coming around you again made you sigh in contentment.

~~~~~

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[meangirls-imagines]

Welcome to the Poly!Plasticsverse!

collab with: @yungpoetfics (my fav bubs in the world)

Regina George

@queenbgina/@callmereginald (she/her)

North Shore's Queen Bee

Soft for her girlfriends

The mom of the group

Basically a sugar mommy for her girls

Lifehack Geek

TikTok hater

Has rational fear of werewolves

Will fight a bitch

Victoria's Secret girly

Female rapper stan (Doja, Cardi, Megan, etc.)

Gryffindor

Lesbian

Gretchen Wieners

@thegretchenw/@greatgretsby (she/her/it (only if ur special))

The second mom of the group

Softest human

Loves playing with her girlfriends hair

#1 Twilight hater

Has a letterboxd account just to leave bad reviews

The level headed one usually, but will snap when she needs

Cuddly as fuck

Loves Fleur du Mal lingerie

Stubborn as Fuck

Wine drinker/expert

Loves vintage music (Elvis, Elton John, etc.)

Hufflepuff

Bisexual

Karen Shetty

@karebearz/@karensheetty (any pronouns)

Ambidextrous™️

Loves Spongebob

Plant Parent

Knows Britney Spears and Lady Gaga choreo

Kpop girly (Blackpink, BTS, etc.)

Lettering expert

Has Funko Pop collection

Squishmallow lover

Ravenclaw

Pansexual

Cady Heron

@cady_heron/@defnotcaddy (she/her)

The third mom of the group

Whispers when angry

Carries bandaids at all times

Always has snacks

Lactose Intolerant (but LOVES cheese)

Cries at Rom-Coms

LOVES hugs

Cannot handle spicy food

Sleeps with a teddy bear

Happy to be here

Friends with everyone's parents

Token vanilla of the group

Has diary (with a heart shaped lock)

Bisexual

Aaron Samuels

@aaronsammy/@atomicaaron (he/him) or (ho/mie)

1/3 of Terror Trio

Y/N's best friend

North Shore's resident Himbo

Will do anything if someone says "I dare you"

Impulsive buyer

Has one brain cell (shares it with Y/N)

Overuses 💪 emoji

Usually confused

1/2 Golden Retriever duo

Can skateboard

Uses Axe body spray

Co-founder of Stuntmares

Dreams of grabbing a teddy in a claw machine (bucket list item)

Ass man

Owns too many grey sweatpants

Kisses his homies (homiesexual)

Has never watched Harry Potter

Watches lifestyle coaches on YT

Can play the ukulele (really badly)

Loves Eminem and Harry Styles (would fuck Harry Styles)

Writes Larry Stylinson fanfics

Kissed Y/N once (regretted immediately)

Bisexual

Damian Hubbard

@hubbarddamian/@damianishubby (he/him/they)

Learned how to sew from Janis

Does drag and has a YT channel (Anita Dick)

Huge Adore Delano stan

Will fight anyone who hurts Janis

Doesn't like Rupaul as a person, but is a religious Drag Race fan

#1 Poly!Plastics fan

Has an 8 step skincare routine

Cameraman for Stuntmares

Earlybird

Lies about having curfew to go to sleep early

Ravenclaw

(Lowkey wishes he was a Slytherin bc it's the "cuntiest house"

Him and Karen watch The Bachelor

Fav movie is Dirty Dancing (did the lift with Janis)

Learned how to twerk from Y/N

Gay

Janis Imi'Ike

@janiisimiike/@imiikenough (she/they)

Secret Barbie girly(live action and animated movies)

Will go straight for Ryan Gosling

Feral chihuahua of the group

Hozier stan

HATES THE KARDASHIANS

Pain in Regina's ass

Anger Issues™️

Secretly loves Olivia Rodrigo

Mentally Ill friend

Emotional Drunk

Karaoke Queen

Tits girly

Leather Jacket lesbian

Getting piercings > therapy

Has a suit collection

Thrifter

Loves her friends

Dog person (secretly)

Quotes niche memes

Kinky af

Middle Child

Lesbian

Y/N Y/L/N (FC: Chrissy Costanza)

@thisbeyn/@reginaslefttit (she/he/they/it)

2/3 Terror Trio

2/2 Golden Retriever duo

Has matching fried egg tattoo with Aaron.

Co-Founder of Stuntmares

"Hi, I'm Y/N and welcome to Stuntmares" *jumps off roof into pool*

Cuts her own hair

Blooper Reel Queen

North Shore's resident stoner

AUDHD (autistic + ADHD)

Playlists range from Beethoven to ashnikko

"IT'S NOT A PHASE. IT'S A LIFESTYLE."

Demisexual

Plays electric guitar

Has slight speech impediment

Gremlin of the group

D&D Dungeon Master

ALWAYS falls asleep during movie night

Power Nap Addict™️

Insomniac

Monster Energy Drink Enthusiast (collects the cans)

Oddly good at Origami

Tweets everything she thinks

Has been banned from Fortnite and Roblox

Married to Gretchen on The Sims (regina and karen were sad)

Anger issues

✨Spicy✨ Latina (do not fuck with her people)

Matching rings with her gfs

Def had one night stand with Cady

Shane Oman

@shaneomann/@omantastic (he/him) or (dumb/hoe)

Loves Old School Rap (Biggie, Tupac, Snoop Dogg, etc.)

Hates Y/N at first but comes to love her like a sister.

Only person who can outsmoke Y/N.

Has a dropped truck with red LED lights under it.

Blasts music walking down the halls.

Always has the zoomies.

Orange cat friend.

Has elevator music playing in his head 24/7.

Challenged Damian to a dance off. (He lost. But he had girls simping over him)

Posts thirst traps on TikTok. (Regina's mom is his #1 follower)

Has a frying pan tattooed to match Aaron and Y/N.

Always on Stuntmares trying to create new world records.

Or eating a bunch of weird combos.

"Oman! Not again!" *proceeds to eat a marshmallow and spam sandwich*

Ralph Lauren man

Whenever the polycule argues, he's a "fuck this shit, I'm out" person.

Professional party crasher

Dine and Dash expert

Has nipple piercings (Aaron and Y/N dared him to get them)

Curses like a fucking sailor (Half of his lines on Stuntmares are just censor beeps)

Talks way too fast.

Knows Italian and Spanish (Him and Y/N talk shit in Spanish)

His ringtone for Aaron and Y/N is the remix of the Windows error sound

Loves t-shirts with offensive prints (Regina tries to make him dress normally)

Has gc with Aaron and Y/N called "Hoemies"

Would fuck Aaron

TICKLISH

Major gossip (Him and Gretchen meet once a week to talk shit)

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ROUND 5 MATCH 8

Karlach propaganda:

“Sweetest girl ever. She could throw you across a room. She can burn down a house. But she just wants a hug and to be cared about and to live her life.” 

“Definitively overused phrase but she's a golden retriever she's so cute!”

“She's the perfect woman!!! She's so nice and cute and silly and strong and wow I love girls”

"Karlach is the champion slave of one of the Devils in a layer of hell, and was sold to her by someone she trusted, and on TOP of that she is an experiment with an engine for a heart and she knows she’s going to die and is in fairly constant pain but DESPITE that she is relentlessly positive and outgoing and silly because her spirit cannot be fucking crushed no matter WHAT"

Muriel propaganda:

"HE IS VERY CUTE AND GOOD

HE IS A TEXTBOOK GENTLE GIANT

NO REALLY HE IS SUCH A SWEETIE HE JUST CAN’T DO SOCIALIZATION

HIS FAMILIAR IS BIG OUPPY. SHE’S BIG FUCKING OUPPY!!!

CHICKENS LOVE HIM

ACTUALLY FUCK THAT. ALL ANIMALS LOVE HIM. HES LIKE IF SNOW WHITE WAS HUGE AND JACKED

HE LIKES TINY FLOWERS

HE WHITTLES TINY WOODEN CREATURES TO DECORATE HIS HOUSE AND GIVE TO HIS FRIENDS

HE’S LITERALLY JUST THE PERFECT MAN LIKE WHAT THE FUCK LOOK AT HIM???"

"my boy muriel deserves all the love. he is so gentle, and so very kind.

literally the first day you meet you get a scene where he’s wounded and afraid of being touched by you and you get to gently persuade him to let you clean his wounds. it’s like beauty and the beast but he never once lashes out at you.

you wake up and he feeds you eggs— HIS portion of his eggs!! he feeds you and gives you everything and treats you so kindly before he even begins to truly trust you.

he’s a former (unwilling) gladiator and absolutely hates violence and fighting. he is gentle on purpose and is so touch starved but also afraid of being touched because he’s both afraid of being hurt by you and afraid of hurting you. but he never does, not even once. he refuses to spar with you at first he doesn’t want to hurt you so much.

he is so shy and easily flustered and even basic kindness confuses him. i just want to shower him in all the love and support i can give him.

he is a kind, gentle giant who wants to protect you and also be protected by you. he wants you both to protect each other."

[sarahowritesostucky]

📖"Temporary Custody"

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Steve x ofc x Bucky; Steve x Bucky

Word Count: 7129

Tags: Dom/sub, bdsm au, dom Bucky, sub reader, hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers, gay sex'n'stuff, straight sex'n'stuff, Steve being a literal Golden Retriever, mental health issues, dub-con, forced submission, referenced childhood abuse and resultant mental health issues, bakery au, m/f/m, gentle domination, total power exchange

Summary: The stigma and shame of being a submissive has kept Mary unfulfilled and in the closet her whole life, until an inciting incident leads to Bucky and Steve taking her in and giving her everything she was always too afraid to ask for.

Trigger warnings: This story contains themes of eating disordered behavior, body image issues, childhood abuse, self-harm, mental illness, and alcohol abuse.

Wait! I haven't read an earlier chapter of this fic! Story Masterpost

12. Pôt de crème

Mary

That day really winds up feeling like the epitome of a terrible horrible, no good, very bad fucking day for Mary, and it starts early. Leaving the apartment for work after the massage cocktease from Hell is odd.

She’s left feeling happy to have helped, but also hurt, disappointed, and mad at herself, of all things. That was the perfect opportunity for her to make a move and finally force those two to tell her that they’re not interested! (Though a small and pitifully thirsty part of her brain still exists in the fantasy land where they’d take her up on it.) But she’d chickened out and kept it strictly platonic. Ugh. Lame.

She manages not to think about it for a while, as she gets into the rhythm of her day at the bakery. She still can’t shake the cloud of anxiety and irritability looming over her, though. The good old days of any lasting effects from Bucky’s drops are gone, and instead she’s left to slowly percolate a bad mood as she clocks in and figures out the best order to get her projects done for that day.

Dennis is the manager on schedule, which sucks because Mary’s never liked him, but he’s in the office for the most part, since he’s a stuck up do-nothing, and she's able to pretend that she’s alone. 

No matter though. She can’t focus on anything, feels overly emotional, and almost breaks out in tears when she drops a tray of cupcakes on the floor. She manages to hold it together as she cleans up the mess, and moves onto the next task. Her list for the day now feels miserably long, and she doesn’t even enjoy decorating the base-iced babycakes that are waiting for her from yesterday. She fucks up the writing on one of them and loses her shit over something that is not worth losing her shit over. That’s the stupid thing that finally pushes her to tears, and she tosses her piping bag angrily onto the counter, what the fucking herself and feeling like she’s going crazy. 

Like baseball, there’s no crying in kitchens: That’s what the walk-in’s for. So, she hides back by the dairy products until she’s able to pull herself together. She comes out shivering, not crying, and in a horrible mood. 

Buttercream is next, so she gets the sugar boiling and the egg whites whisking in the forty quart. She tries to talk herself up in her head as she goes through motions of streaming in the sugar and then scaling the butter she’ll add to it once it’s whipped cool. “You’re not bad at your job,” she mumbles to herself, trying to push the threat of tears away with positive thoughts. “You’re not.”

Jesus fuck, why is she feeling like this? Nothing that bad has even happened! So she dropped some fucking cupcakes, so what? It happens. She checks her phone to see if she’s about to get her period, but that’s not it. Her focus is shit, so of course she eventually goes back to thinking about Bucky and Steve. 

Today is Bucky’s day off. Mary thinks about him being in pain that morning and how his movements had been crippled by pain. … She thinks about his broad, muscled back under her hands, his warm skin, the moans of relief he’d given whenever she worked out a knot. Poor guy. Even though she hates to think of enduring it again, she has to admit to herself that she does care about Bucky, and she would endure it if he needed her help. Hell, if it’s something that’ll help him in the long run, she’ll have to do at least one or two more massage sessions to teach Steve the ropes so he can help his husband in her absence.

Bucky doesn’t want her to do it. She pouts about that, but scolds herself as soon as she realizes she’s doing so. Don’t be lame over guys who don’t want you. So Bucky and Steve just want to be gay together in peace, so what? Why is she losing her shit over the tiniest rejection like this?!

She ruminates on it while she’s at the stove stirring a massive batch of pôt de crème custard, and it occurs to her that the part she’s actually most upset about isn’t their platonic feelings for her: it’s her own lack of bravery and straightforwardness with Bucky and Steve, and how she’s become such a pathetic wallflower over the past few months. 

Maybe if she’d flat out asked about a romantic relationship from the beginning, she could’ve gotten the rejection out of the way and been putting herself out there to meet someone new by now. She might’ve met a Dom at one of the Center’s socials, or at least could’ve been swiping the apps and going on dates. Getting laid.

But instead suddenly she’s turned into a shy girl (obnoxious). She hasn’t been a virgin since college, and it wasn’t like she wasn’t sleeping with whoever she could get her hands on, back before Steve and Bucky 'adopted' her. She’d been so good at it back then, saying what she meant and going for what she wanted, dragging at least one new guy back to her place to fuck every other week. Why can’t she just do something now? 

Frowning, she decides that she will do something over it. The ideal would be to move back to her own place, but she can’t with the custody order in place and Dr. Linda on Bucky’s side. Gritting her teeth, she figures she’ll do the next best thing: she’ll start getting laid again. She’ll go out and meet people. She’ll go out straight after work each day. Unless he wants to physically tie her up and keep her prisoner in the apartment, Bucky can’t stop it. 

She’s just got to work up the nerve to break his rules like that. Nerve which, in her current mood, seems quite out of reach. She sighs and reaches up to grab the Grand Marnier off the shelf for the pôt de crème. All she feels like doing now is going back to the apartment and crawling into bed, to be honest. She wonders if this is what actual clinical depression feels like. Maybe. Maybe worse. Sarcastically, she thinks that a shot or three of alcohol would certainly help, and then she pauses with her hand on the bottle as she’s about to pour it into the custard. Oh. 

She’s not drinking anymore. 

Fuck. That’s it. She’s hardly ever had sex sober in her life. Barely ever even flirted without some liquid courage in her system. That’s what’s changed. She always used pick up guys in bars, or at other places where everybody had a drink in their hand. And at home at her apartment, whenever the creeping buildup of anxiety and irritability would get to be too much, a couple vodka sprites were what made her feel better. She pauses in her stirring. Thinking about it now is making her almost physically yearn for a stiff one. 

She looks down at the bottle in her hand, shame coloring her cheeks as soon as she has the thought. Even at her worst, Mary never drank on the job. She grimaces at herself and hurriedly sets the bottle back on the shelf before temptation can win out, then turns back to the stove.

“Fuck!” she hisses, scrambling to turn off the burner when she’s met with the sight of lumpy pôt de crème. She whisks it frantically to try and stop it, but it’s too far gone: The eggs in the custard have curdled. She throws her head back and groans. “God dammit!”

She makes a last ditch effort to save it by dumping the lumpy custard into a Cambro, tossing in a few ice cubes, and furiously burr-mixing it with the immersion blender, but it’s no use. She’s irrevocably ruined a massive batch of dessert (with the expensive liqueur already added in it, to boot) because she wasn’t paying attention. Growling, she dumps it all in the trash bin before Dennis can happen to walk by and see, then stomps back to the fridge to grab ingredients to rescale the recipe.

She lines up sheet trays of paper dessert cups on her workstation table for decanting … and takes one cup with her over to the stove while she stands there and cooks the second batch of pôt de crème.

It’s when she’s stirring and pouring that second measure of liqueur into the pot that she gives into impulse and pours a shot’s worth of the stuff into the extra paper baking cup—that she now realizes she brought over for this express purpose in the first place. She gives the empty kitchen a furtive glance, and tosses it back. “Ugh.” 

Orange flavored liqueur? Really Mary?

She hears the rebuke in Bucky’s voice in her head, which is annoying and drives her to repeat the action once she’s drank the first. She tosses back a second. Gross gross gross. She checks the label on the bottle: 40% ABV. Good. She puts the bottle back on the shelf, pissed about feeling so uncomfortable in her skin that she stubbornly refuses to feel guilty over her actions, and finishes cooking the custard to a smooth nappé this time. Perfect. 

She pours the custard over the white chocolate and lets it melt. She burr mixes it, strains it. Ready to go.

Later maybe she’ll feel bad about it, but as she grabs the sauce gun and begins the tedious process of dispensing the pôt de crème into the cups, that warm, pleasant feeling of a buzz starts to creep up on her, and she finds herself in a better mood before long. Things seem brighter, and she finally feels like she can breathe. She’s able to think about Bucky and Steve without feeling like a piece of dirt, and even laughs about the stupid massage episode. Two shots of liqueur on an empty stomach makes that seem like not such a big deal, and she simply decides that she won’t volunteer for massage duty anymore, because obviously it was a mistake. She’d liked helping Bucky to feel better when he was hurting, but not enough to make up for having to endure the very non-platonic swooping in her belly she’d gotten from having her hands all over his naked back. Fuck, is he ever hot. Both of them are. They’re bodies are just, guh. 

She doesn’t need that frustration in her life.

She’s got a moderate buzz by the time she finishes her next project, and she cheerfully bops onto her next task. 

It’s such a relief, not having that heavy feeling of anxiousness and general uncomfortability weighing down on her. Jeez, she hadn’t even realized how bad it had gotten. She forgot how much a few drinks helped. She gets giddy and chases that feeling, quickly sneaking another quick shot (this time of the rum they use on the rum buns, though, because it really was gross that she drank that liqueur straight—blecgh). What’s one more quick drink in between batches of cakes going in and out of the oven, after all?

… And then just once more, after she’s added the last chunk of the butter into the whipping forty quart. By the time she’s got everything set out to basic-build the next bunch of babycakes, she’s in a great mood. It’s almost as good as the subspace had been, back in the beginning with Bucky. She hums songs under her breath and moves around the kitchen assembling and icing the cute little five inch cakes that are her specialty.

It’s her pet project, something she’d suggested to Mr. Flaherty, the bakery’s owner. Not only are they friggin’ adorable, they’re easy to bang out a bunch of them all at once, small enough to cost pennies to make, and big enough and cute enough that people are willing to pay way more than the cakes are actually worth. Mary knows for a fact that they have the highest profit margin of any item in the bakery. She’s privately very proud that Mr. Flaherty had listened to her idea and decided it was something they would offer on the regular menu. Dennis had underplayed it—like the jealous killjoy he is. 

Mary celebrates her good mood with another teeny sip of booze and then spends extra effort on smooth-icing in all the best pastel colors, thinking that today is a great day and can only get better from here.

Wrongo bongo.

“What the heck!”

“Oh, shit,” Mary hisses, running into the back when she smells burning bread and hears her manager’s voice calling out. Sure enough, Dennis is there, oven mitts in hand, angrily sliding a tray of blackened croissants onto the speed rack, and going back to the oven to pull out another. There are six trays of ruined croissants, and Mary grimaces “Oh, God. I’m so sorry.”

Dennis ignores her until he’s finished pulling out all the wasted product, and when he’s done, he lays her out. “This isn’t fucking Panera Bread,” he tells her angrily. “We’re a mom and pop bakery. Profit margins are slimmer than slim!”

Mary cringes. “I know, I know, I’m sor—”

“How much money did you just cost us?” Dennis demands, hands on his hips. “Huh? Tell me. I want you to stand there and think about it and tell me how much.”

Mary stares for a second, then realizes that he’s dead serious. Humiliated, she licks her lips and does the math: 6 trays of 10 = 60 croissants, 60 x $4 per ganache-stuffed croissant, minus about $30 ingredients cost. It takes her longer than it normally would, since she’s been drinking, but when she’s worked it out she winces and looks down in shame. “I dunno … A little over two hundred, I guess.”

Dennis flails his hand holding the oven mitts. “We can’t afford to have you ruining hundreds of dollars of profit, Mary. Get it together.”

She frowns, indignant. “I was up front helping a customer,” she defends. 

“That’s what the oven timer is for.”

“I know that. I just forgot to—”

“You’re forgetting a lot of things lately.” He gestures angrily at the trays of blackened croissants. “I’ve tried to help you. I gave you time off to get your shit together when your boyfriend came in and told me about your mental condition.”

Mary grits her teeth. “He’s not my boyfriend.”

“Dom, dungeon master, whatever,” he says nastily. “I don’t know what you people get up to. But I’ve given you a lot of chances cause you’re apparently dealing with some shit. I can’t keep doing that forever if you keep costing this place money.”

Mary glares and steps up closer, getting in his face. “Maybe if you actually hired someone for front of house on Tuesdays, then I could actually focus back here!”

Dennis’ expression changes suddenly. He narrows his eyes at her and leans in closer. “What’s that?” he says, deathly quiet.

Mary huffs. “I said, you need to hire more—”

“You smell like alcohol.”

Everything comes to a stop as his words hit her like a bucket of ice water. Oh, fuck. She takes a step back, shaking her head. “What?” She scowls like that’s absurd, about to say something to deny it, but the words die on her lips when she sees the way Dennis is looking at her. He knows. Mary feels sick.

Dennis’ expression darkens further. “Are you drinking on the job, Mary?”

“No!” (what’s she supposed to do, tell the truth?)

“I don’t believe you.” He squares his jaw. “I’m calling Mr. Flaherty in.”

“What?!” 

“Two hundred dollars of wasted product? Drinking on the job?” He’s already walking over to the wall phone and picking it up. When he looks back in Mary’s direction, there’s a gleam in his eyes. Fucker never did like her. “I told him I thought you had a drinking problem, and now I have proof.”

“You don’t have shit!” Mary cries. She’s actually panicking though, as she watches him dial the number to call the bakery’s owner. 

“I have the security cameras,” he says, looking vindictively pleased. “We’ll check them. You’re gonna be out of a job.” 

Mary stands there and watches in horrified disbelief as Dennis calls Mr. Flaherty and tells him that he needs to have a word with him in person that afternoon about “something serious.” He doesn’t give details, and when the call ends and he hangs up the phone, he shoots Mary a smug look. “I’ll work the register so that you can finish your shift back here and not make any more stupid mistakes.” 

Mary scoffs, panicked and angry and sick to her stomach with what’s happening. “No way! Forget it!” She hurries to untie her apron and yank it off. “I’m not gonna stick around here for you to lie and get me fired. I quit!” She tosses the apron to the floor and stalks back to grab her purse from the office, too panicked to think straight. She cannot stay there and see poor old Mr. Flaherty watch video evidence of her drinking on the job. He’s always been so nice to her, and now she’s betrayed him and fucked everything up. She’s just ruined the only job she’s ever liked. 

Dennis is getting less and less angry and more gleeful about it. “Bye bye, Hot-Mess Mary,” he sneers. “Don’t bother coming back. We’ll mail you your last paycheck. Have a nice life.”

“Fuck you, Dennis!” she yells, though her voice comes out choked with emotion. She shoulders her purse and whirls around before there’s any chance of him seeing her tearing up. She hurries for the back door that leads out to the alleyway. It's heavy and metal, and she shoulders it open with a grunt, stepping out. “Jealous prick,” she says, only to hear him laugh meanly and call out from inside,

“Jealous? Of you? An alcoholic pervert?”

The heavy back door slams shut before she can answer, and there’s no handle on the outside. It takes approximately two point five seconds for her to burst out crying.

Steve

“Fuck, Honey, ugh.”

Steve digs his fingers into the meat of Bucky’s ass and shuffles closer on his knees. On the couch (whose cushions have since been put back into place), Bucky parts his legs even farther and Steve takes him in deeper. His other hand keeps nudging the toy that’s buried in his husband’s ass—the glass p-spot toy, because unlike Steve, Bucky loves firmness but hates vibrations up there. Steve’s been gently fucking him with it, nudging it against his prostate again and again, having found the perfect angle. Every grunt and moan that he gets out of Bucky has his own cock throbbing in his underwear, but he isn’t touching himself, is devoting every ounce of his attention to resolving the “problem” that Mary’s massage left Bucky with. 

“You know,” Bucky says, voice a little breathy as he speaks between groans. “I’m never gonna—nnh. Never gonna look at this couch again without thinking of her oily hands sliding all over my back."

Steve hums in agreement, the sound reverberating around Bucky’s cock and pulling another hiss from him. Steve pops off to glance upwards. “Me too,” he says, and they share a look of heated yearning, before he shakes it off and sinks his mouth back down on Bucky’s throbbing length.

He’s been dragging it out, having fun with it. But now it’s gotten sloppy and wet, and Steve’s jaw aches, and he really wants to make Bucky come so he can finally get a hand around himself. He hums around Bucky’s cock once more while he still can, then takes him all the way to the hilt, nose pressing into his pubes and throat spasming around the head.

“Oh! shit …” Bucky’s fingers dig sharply into Steve's scalp. His hips stutter up of their own accord, making Steve choke a little, but he soldiers on. Bucky makes a helpless little sound that is very close to a whimper, and which has Steve’s belly pulling tight with arousal. “Close, Baby. So close, fuck …”

Steve purposefully chokes himself, letting it hit the back of his throat again and again, swallowing compulsively. It gets him what he wants, which is for this blowjob to be over.

Above him, Bucky slumps further on the cushions and groans long and low, the tortured moan letting Steve know that he’s cresting that edge. He pulls back to suck hard on the head, abandoning the toy to the clenching of Bucky's ass so he can stroke him through it. He hums happily when he feels the pulse of Bucky’s cock on his tongue, the hot spurts of cum, the clenching of thighs muscle beneath his hands. Fuck, it’s sexy. 

Having been with the man for so long, Steve knows exactly when to ease off. He gentles his touch and stops sucking. He waits with Bucky’s softening cock in his mouth, not pulling off until the hands that were gripping him desperately a moment ago smooth gently through his hair in gratitude. Steve pulls off, keeps his mouth closed, doesn’t swallow. Bucky’s flushed and wet cock falls onto his belly, gorgeously swollen and spent. Steve’s staring at it covetously when Bucky gives a long, shaky exhale from above, tapering off in a satisfied groan. “Stevie,” he sighs happily. “Mmhh. Fuck. C’mere.” 

He pulls Steve up onto the couch, not satisfied until he’s got him in his lap. Steve straddles him and smiles with his mouth still closed. “Good boy,” Bucky whispers, reaching up to gently cup the front of his neck. His eyes are heavy lidded but still heated as he strokes his thumb over Steve’s windpipe. He loves to watch Steve swallow his cum, and that’s why Steve hasn’t yet, is waiting for his signal. He’s very good at making a show of it: dragging it out, eye contact, showing the load on his tongue if Bucky wants, swallowing slowly and obviously; really turning it into an act of obedience for his husband.

He’s surprised when Bucky doesn’t tell him to swallow. “Hold it,” he says instead, confusing Steve. Bucky grins devilishly and reaches down between their bodies. He returns with the glass toy in hand and holds it up. “Get it wet," he purrs.

And Steve’s entire body goes stiff as he re-remembers that he’s married to the filthiest man on the fucking planet.

Steve must be filthy too, though, because a massive wave of arousal sweeps through him as Bucky holds up the toy with a dirty smirk and commands him to wet it up—with his own cum. Steve almost feels lightheaded from how all the blood rushes to his cock and away from his brain. He groans through his mouthful of cum, and Bucky’s lips curl. “You heard me. Do it.”

He looks down and aims, letting his mouthful of cum slide out onto the tip of the glass toy that was buried in Bucky’s ass not ten seconds ago. It’s obscene, filthy, and that only makes his belly swirl that much harder as Bucky uses his flesh fingertips to spread the cum around lazily, coating the clear glass with his own sticky cum. “Good,” he praises, still smirking at Steve through half lidded eyes. “Now, put it in.” 

Steve groans and takes the toy from him. They haven’t done prep, but it’s a small, slim toy, and he knows it’ll slide in easily with the help of his husband’s own jizz slicking the way. Jesus Christ. He starts to move, intending to take his underwear off, but Bucky stops him with an amused shake of the head.

“Uh uh. Just pull ‘em aside and put it in. Keep your briefs on.”

“Fuck.” He listens, reaching back to pull his underwear to the side and press the head of the toy to his rim. He works it inside, eyelids fluttering when it pops past the muscle and glides in smoothly. “Oh,” he sighs, letting his underwear snap back and shifting his hips to feel the stretch against his rim, the heavy curve of it settling into place against his prostate. “Fuck.” He starts rocking his hips in tiny motions to work it inside him, barely-there sounds of pleasure escaping him each time it does. “Ooh, Buck,” he breathes. He doesn’t realize his eyes have closed until Bucky startles him with a kiss, growling and tugging him in close by the back of the neck. “Mmph!”

Their lips clash in a harsh, demanding kiss, Bucky taking possession of it and gripping the back of his neck hard to keep him still. Steve pants and whines and takes it, hips juddering forward to grind his aching dick against Bucky’s stomach. Each dominating swipe of Bucky’s tongue into his mouth makes him ache for more. “Buck,” he pants, right against Bucky's lips, where he's shamelessly kissing his messy mouth. “Baby, oh, please?”

“Yeah?” His hand cups Steve from over his underwear, squeezing the line of his erection. “You’re so fucking amazing, you know that?” he husks, dipping under the waistband to curl his fingers around him. “Make me feel so good, fuck, I love you.”

Steve moans and rests his forehead on Bucky's naked shoulder, looking down to watch. He whines when he sees that it’s the metal hand—which he already knew by feel, but the sight of it is a whole other level of hot. Steve thinks of it like a knife kink, or a gun kink: seeing something so steely and dangerous that close to him, wrapped around and working him, giving him pleasure. The sight of all that black and gold metal on his cock makes his belly clamp down hard in need. “Oh fuck, ” he breathes. “Oh. Fuck.”

“Yeah, Sweetheart.” Bucky kisses his ear and breathes hotly against him as he pumps and twists his hand, going tight just the way Steve likes. It’s messy from the precum that Steve’s dick keeps blurting out, and he whimpers at the soft, wet sounds it begins making. “I know,” Bucky whispers. “You get so worked up. I love that. Big fat cock n’ balls, but you wet up for me just like a girl, dontcha' Sweetheart? Bet you started right down there on your knees, too. Hard and leaking just from sucking me off, making a mess in your panties.” Steve groans in embarrassment and Bucky snickers. “Aw, don’t try to deny it. I saw that boner when you crawled on up here. Saw the wet spot on those tighty-whities, too.” Playfully, he snaps the elastic band of Steve’s underwear against his hip. “You get off on it. Pretty little cocksucker.”

Steve humps into his fist, which between how slick it is and how tightly Bucky’s gripping him, feels fucking amazing. “Nnuhh,” he moans, “I get off on you. You were so—fuck, mmph—so hard when she left. I f-felt bad for you.”

Bucky growls and strokes faster. “Don’t be patronizing, baby. I saw the state she left you in. At least I had the excuse of getting rubbed down.” He snickers lowly and presses another kiss to Steve's ear. “She wasn’t even touching you.”

“Fuck,” Steve says tightly, as he recalls the image of Mary sitting on the bed with Bucky, rubbing his naked back with her oiled hands—Her tiny oiled hands, that would look so good on their cocks. Fuck, he’s going to come embarrassingly fast. He pants, trying to get words out. “I—nuhh, oh. I wanted to—mmm …”

Bucky bites his earlobe. “Wanted to what? Tell me.”

“Wanted to watch her give you a happy ending,” he grunts. “Tell you to turn over n’ watch her jerk you off.”

“Oh yeah?” Bucky asks, voice dark and interested. “Mm. You miss women.” Steve whines and nods in lieu of an answer. “Well maybe we’ll get a third sometime. A special treat. Only this time we'll get a girl, take turns fucking her. Maybe I’ll even have her fuck you with a strap-on.” Steve moans and kisses him dirtily, and Bucky reciprocates, hand leaving Steve’s cock so he can hold his jaw with both hands. 

Steve whimpers and his hips keep moving, chasing the friction that isn’t there anymore. “Buck,” he breaks off from the kiss to beg. “Please. Please. I need to cum.”

Bucky smiles and takes pity on him, but he switches up his hands, using the flesh one on Steve’s cock so that he can squeeze even more, really wringing up hard and thumbing under the head on every stroke. Steve sobs and sits back, bracing on Bucky’s shoulders and watching himself fuck into clench of his fist. “Yeah,” he moans. “Oh, God. Fuck yeah, just like that.”

“How’s that toy feel?” Bucky reaches his other hand underneath and taps against the glass toy’s base a few times— ‘tap, tap, tap,’ —humming in satisfaction when Steve cries out and ruts desperately into his fist. “Ooh,” he goads. “It feels that good, huh?” Tap, tap, tap. “It that gonna make you cum?”

“Nnnh.” Steve nods tightly, hips working hard. “Yeah, oh. Yeah. M’gonna. Ohgn…”” 

His balls draw up tight and his cock jerks when Bucky takes hold of the toy’s base and starts slowly pulling it out. That feeling against his rim is what does it, pushing him over the edge and making the pleasure coalesce and snap.

He cries out sharply as he shoots, his body straining and hips pulsing, ribbons of white cum striping over Bucky’s naked stomach, one after another.

“Fuck, Honey. So beautiful. Fuck that’s a lot. Fuck. Lookit’ you, big boy.”

His cooing praise drags it out longer, and by the time Steve’s dick is spent and softening again, he’s collapsed forward against Bucky, mess of cum between them be damned. He rests his head on his shoulder and hugs him while he recovers. “Fuck,”  pants, closing his eyes and enjoying the sheer relief of it all. “That was good. I needed that.”

Bucky hums and rubs his back. “Me too.”

When they finally peel themselves off each other, they’re faced with two wet, spent dicks, and the mess of cum that did not magically disappear just because Steve wanted it to. He sighs and climbs off the couch.

“Shower,” Bucky decides, and goes into the bathroom with Steve following behind. He starts the water running and shucks his joggers that he'd only just pulled back up. “Feel like we were just doin’ this,” he complains.

“That’s cause we were.” Steve pads over and stands against him, leaning in, chest to chest.

Bucky leans against the wall and wraps his arms around Steve’s lower back while they wait for the water to warm up. “Do you really want a threesome?” he asks. “Like we used to do?" 

Steve sighs and presses his forehead into Bucky’s chest. His first inclination is to say yes. They used to sleep with men, have threesomes a few times a year, for fun. They’d only stopped because they’d mutually fallen into contentment with married life. But Steve realizes it’s the way Bucky’s framed it: does he want to have threesomes again. With a girl. And the answer is no. Steve doesn’t want to have 'a threesome' anymore, with 'a girl', or 'a guy'. He doesn’t want anything casual. He says as much, and groans into Bucky’s skin. “I just want her,” he says. “I want it to be serious, and I want it with her.”

Bucky strokes his back, not saying anything for a long minute. “Yeah,” he eventually agrees. “Me too.” 

Steve makes a mournful sound in his throat. “Can’t we try? Maybe ask her out on a date? She might come around if she doesn’t feel like we’re just trying to jump her bones straight away, y’know? We’ve never really had that time with her. It went straight from ‘how do you do’ to moving her in here with us.” Bucky’s chest rises and falls with a deep inhale, and his hands have stopped moving on Steve’s back, which is how Steve knows he's really thinking about it. “Buck?” he tries. “C’mon. Let’s just give it a shot. Linda said she needs sex anyways, and I know you don’t like the idea of her with another man.”

Against him, bucky growls grumpily.

“Just one more try,” Steve pleads. “Let’s just tell her upfront we have feelings for her and that we’d like to court her.”

Bucky snorts. "'Court’?”

Steve whaps him and pulls his head back. “You know what I mean. Nice stuff. Take her out, buy her flowers.” 

“I know what you mean.”

They stare in each other's eyes as Steve reaches over to feel the shower water. It's warm. “It’ll be her choice," he says. "We won’t be bossy.”

“Kind of hard not to be bossy when she thrives on that.”

Steve gives him a look. “You know what I mean.”

“Yeah.” Bucky sighs. “Yeah I know what you mean.” He pulls the curtain and goes to step into the shower, but Steve stops him from behind with a hand on his arm—his left one. “And this,” he says, looking at him with authority. “Let me take this off. And you keep it it off around the house like you used to do.” He watches the brief reluctance that plays out on Bucky’s face, but is relieved when his husband doesn’t turn it into a fight. “Thank you, babe,” he says, taking the arm off and setting it out on their bed before returning to the bathroom. Bucky’s in the shower, so he steps in and stands with him under the spray. He wraps his arms around Bucky from behind, letting his left hand drag up over his stomach and chest, up to the anchor site where it meets his pec. “You can be a good Dom without it, you know,” he murmurs. 

“... I know. It was silly.”

He kisses Bucky’s shoulder. “Not silly. I love you.” In his arms, Bucky’s body bleeds all its tension and he lets a little bit of his weight come back through Steve, who kisses his neck again. “Tonight?” he asks, knowing that Bucky will know what he means. 

Bucky nods. “Tonight.”

Bucky

“A bar?!”

"Yeah. Leave me alone."

Bucky stares helplessly as Mary kicks off her shoes and walks (stumbles, is more like it) through the apartment and back towards her bedroom. The conversation they've just had was short and completely non-productive, other than that it's got Bucky feeling like he's on the verge of blowing up. “Mare, stop! Come back here.”

She throws him the finger over her shoulder and pushes into her bedroom, shutting the door harshly behind her. Bucky growls and starts for the hallway, but Steve stops him with a hand to his shoulder, pulling him back. “Hang on, Babe.”

“She’s drunk!” Bucky hisses, turning furious eyes to Steve. “Been missing for hours and now this?! How did she even get it?”

“I know, I know.”

Bucky snarls, mad at Steve for being so fucking calm. “Did you give her her ID back?!”

“No! Don’t be stupid, babe.”

His eyes cut over, sharp. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Steve looks like he’s trying not to roll his eyes. “She’s thirty Hon. I’m sure there are plenty of bartenders who’d serve her without checking.”

“Well that’s just, just …” Bucky sputters, struggling to find the words. “There have to be consequences!” He starts for the hall again but Steve grabs him and pulls him back and into a restraining hug. Bucky kind of wants to hit him. “Steve!”

“Shh,” Steve says. “Sh sh, just hang on a second. Take a deep breath.” He holds him tightly, rubbing his back and nosing at his neck, and Bucky realizes that Steve is employing some of the things he’s learned at the CDP, trying to calm him down.

He blinks, noticing how hot his face feels, how fast his pulse is thrumming underneath his skin. He exhales shakily, feeling bad. “Fuck. I'm ..."

"Yeah."

"Sorry.” 

“S’okay,” Steve whispers. “Maybe today’s not the best day, after all.”

Bucky’s eyes flick over in the direction of the kitchen table. “Better get rid of those, then,” he grunts, referring to the flowers Steve had picked up at the bodega for Mary.

“I will. And we’ll figure this out, find out what happened, and talk to her another day, okay? We'll get new flowers.” 

“No, not okay,” Bucky insists, his anxiety ratcheting up again as he thinks of the state Mary just came home in. “We need to deal with her.” 

Steve pulls back and meets his eyes, and Bucky feels like an asshole all over again. “What do you need?” Steve asks quietly.

Bucky grits his teeth. To spank the ever loving shit outta that girl, he thinks but doesn’t say. He knows better than that, even on the verge of an episode, he can tell that he’s not being logical. He closes his eyes and tries to take deep breaths, pulls away from Steve because he’s embarrassed. “Nothin’.”

“Hey, it’s okay to need—”

“It’s not,” Bucky snaps, walking over to the couch and dumping himself onto it. He feels kind of sick—likely his blood pressure making him nauseous. “How am I supposed to be a good Dom for her when I can’t even keep myself in check? Christ.” He shoves his face into his hand. “I’m supposed to be better than this.”

Steve takes a minute, and when he approaches Bucky it’s with a gentle, careful expression that Bucky hates. “Babe, you know that makes no sense, right?” Bucky just grunts and Steve says, “That's like a diabetic saying they should have better willpower to control their insulin levels.”

Bucky glares at him for the trite comparison, wants to snap at his husband to stop quoting CDP literature at him. But that’d be nasty, and he bites his tongue. “No,” he grunts.

“You got told by Linda that you’re not giving her enough, not doing enough to meet her needs, and it’s been days since you really went up. You think I can't see that her drops aren't doing it for you now? You're too in tune with her. You both need more. And I should’ve seen this coming.” Steve sinks down to the carpet in front of him and kneels there reaching to rub his palms over the tops of Bucky’s thighs.

Bucky scowls at the gesture. “That’s not your job,” he says. “You shouldn’t have to—”

“I’m your husband,” Steve says, almost authoritatively, even though he’s keeping his voice soft and calm like the Center professionals taught him. “It’s my job to take care of you, always.” He rubs Bucky’s tense muscles from over his jeans. “Babe, c’mon. Let me help you.”

Bucky closes his eyes and counts to twenty. When he opens them again, Steve’s still there, waiting. Bucky reaches out and cups his face.

Steve presses into it. “Sir,” he whispers, eyes lowered.

Bucky feels so guilty at that, even as he can feel his blood pressure lowering from the small display of subservience. “I love you,” he says.

Steve smiles softly and squeezes his hands over Bucky’s knees. “I know.”

Bucky sighs. He releases Steve and slumps back into the couch cushions, feeling like the biggest burden. “I should call and book someone,” he says. Steve’s not a submissive and he shouldn’t have to play that role just to fulfill Bucky’s medical needs. Linda’s helped him come to terms with that over the years. Steve, the self-sacrificing punk, would do it anyway, but Bucky knows when he needs to ask for outside help. “Nathan can usually take me last minute.” Steve nods and stands up, brings Bucky his cellphone to make the call. He sits on the couch with him and pulls Bucky to lie with his head in his lap as he calls the Center and makes an appointment. “Okay,” he says when he’s done, tossing the phone aside. “Six-thirty. He’s coming in after hours just for little old me.”

“Good.”

Bucky’s eyes cut sideways towards the bedroom hallway. Their plans for the night are ruined, and if he didn’t have himself to deal with right now, he’d be hard pressed to keep himself from going in Mary’s room, trying to scold her. “What about her?” he asks glumly.

Steve snorts. “Little miss drunk? She’s probably passed out. Don’t worry about it. Besides,” he runs his fingers through Bucky’s hair.  “Can’t reason with someone when they’re like that. Discussion, punishment, scening? That’ll all have to wait until tomorrow, at least.”

Bucky makes a face and tries not to let his dominance start spiraling out of control again. “She’s going to AA.” Steve hums, and when Bucky looks up and catches his expression, Steve looks like he’s worrying for his safety. “Tomorrow,” he insists, obstinate. “I’ll take the day from work if I have to. Drag her there myself.”

“Maybe no dragging."

"Steve,"

"Linda first,” Steve suggests gently. “That’s a better first step, hm?��� Bucky grunts, grumpy about it but knowing Steve’s right. He nods, and Steve runs kind hands through his hair. “Okay, good. That’s settled. Don’t have to think about it any more tonight.” He bends down and pecks a quick kiss to Bucky’s forehead. “So, six-thirty?”

“Mmhm.”

“An hour. … You want to help me get dinner started before you go?”

Bucky nods, turning and pressing his face into Steve’s lower belly, rubbing his cheek against his soft tee shirt and warm body. “Love you,” he mumbles, feeling sheepish from his outburst before. He knows it’s not his fault, but he still feels inordinately grateful to have Steve supporting him. “You ever get tired of all this drama?”

“Shuddup,” Steve chuckles.

“Mm. You should leave me for a normie." He’s got his eyes closed against Steve’s stomach, but feels the reproachful pinch on his neck. “Ow.”

“If I’d wanted a normie, I’d have married a normie,” Steve scolds. He pets over where he pinched. “And apparently I’m a glutton for punishment, cause I’ve got my sights set on another one’a you jerks. This is just a setback. We’ll let her sober up, you’ll go see the Pro, and then when everybody’s in the right frame of mind, we’ll deal with it. Now come on.” He pats Bucky on the back. “Mary's not the only one who can navigate a kitchen. I’ve got a recipe for chicken piccata we can try.”

Bucky sighs. He’s so fucking in love with Steve, and he’s never got any good way to say it. There's nothing. Wedding vows barely scratched the surface. “Okay,” he says, because what else is there to do but agree? Like most times, Bucky knows his more level-headed husband is right about this.

They get up and go into the kitchen to start pulling the ingredients for chicken piccata, and Bucky is able to keep his mouth shut for a full five minutes before his anxiety ratchets back up and he returns to haranguing Steve about confronting Mary—possibly later that night.

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the aftermath of getting kidnapped, the never feeling quite entirely safe, the jumping and even sometimes screaming if you’re touched or a sound was made unexpectedly, the nightmares, the panic attacks, the refusal to be alone because that’s how you were taken

and then you tie it all together by poor billy being the one helping you through all of it and holding you when you cry when it gets to be too much 🫠

:(((( this is so sweet I'll cry 😭😭

⋆౨ৎbilly comforts you after you're kidnapped⋆౨ৎ fem reader x billy the kid

In the wake of your kidnapping, you were a shell of your former self, life's horrors all the more apparent after you were taken. Billy found that the road to recovery was a walk, not a horseback ride. The second he had retrieved you from the dark cavern in which you'd been held, he had known the act of getting to you would be easy in comparison to easing you afterward.

You were on edge constantly, as if your kidnappers were breathing down your neck. Every touch was met with a jump, every bout of sleep a nightmare. It broke his heart clean in half to watch you struggle so badly. His beautiful, vibrant girl reduced to a shadow. The mere notion made him want to tear those who had taken you limb from limb.

But that wouldn't do you any good. Hurting who'd hurt you would only bring you more pain. Heaven knew you had enough of that already.

Billy often walked in on you with a hand pressed to your heart, breathing shaky and uneven. He knew the signs of your panic like the back of his hand now, and it caused an instant reaction in him.

"Honey, honey," he'd breathed, cautious to touch you due to your panic. Reaching out a hand to you, he waited for you to lean into him before pulling you into his arms. Once your head was against his chest, he enveloped you, gathering you up and kissing your hair comfortingly. "Oh my sweet girl...c'mere, you're alright. I'm here...you're gonna be alright."

This occurrence was more common than he'd have liked, your tender heart overwrought with all manner of awful memories, your body on the defensive even when it was just him. You flat out refused to be left alone, paranoid that somehow you'd be taken again, that the men would creep through the window and snatch you away for the few minutes he was in the washroom, or when he'd go into the next room to make breakfast.

Still, he couldn't deny you a single thing, especially when you were in such a state. He let you take baths with him. Let you hug him around his middle as he stirred eggs in the frying pan. Took days off work to be home with you and sheath you in his arms, away from the world's cruelties.

One particularly hard night, a thunderstorm had woken you, the sky's rumbling conversation stirring you from your dreams and springing tears to your eyes. Billy awoke to the sight of you covering your ears, body trembling. The rain beating at the windowpane was a roughened soundtrack to your pain, and he wordlessly held out his arms to you.

Diving into his chest, you burrowed yourself into it, pressing your cheek to his bare skin. He had started sleeping shirtless more often recently, discovering that it was an easy way to calm you. Sliding a steady palm under your nightdress to rub lightly over your skin, he murmured soothing, affectionate things into your hair. "Shh, sweet girl. You're doin' so well. You're being so brave, my love."

"I don't feel brave right now," you murmured into his chest, and Billy pressed his lips to your forehead. He caressed your back like one would a flower's petals.

"I know. But you are, honey. Oh, my sweet baby," he breathed, smoothing his fingers through your hair. "You've come so far." He cradled you gently, rocking your body back and forth. Billy brushed away every tear that clung to your cheeks, told you he loved you, that he was here for you as many times as you needed.

Billy would move heaven and earth for you to ease your sorrows, bleach his soul snow white again for your sake. He kissed your troubles away, never hesitating to hold you as tight as he could. As he did now, covering your ear with his hand and pressing the other to his chest to dull the sounds of the storm, he knew in an instant that he would spend forever doing this and enjoy every second.

Steadily, he was able to guide you back into sleep, tucking you into him to keep things that way. The worst had passed for now.

And he would be here when the worst darkened your doorstep again, to fend it all off. Billy would smooth everything out; love marking its path.

[xxspringmelodyxx]

The Legend~

Childe x Fem!Reader x Aether (Angst)

Here is part three my lovelies! For the other parts, here is my masterlist! Sorry for the long wait! I promise to upload more now that Im back in the country! I hope you enjoy! <3333

As the weeks drifted by, Aether's recovery showed promising signs of progress. Each day felt like a step closer to his full strength returning. Today was no exception. I woke up with the sun, quietly slipping off the couch to fetch a refreshing drink.

Orange juice in hand, I stood by the living room window, watching as the first rays of morning light painted the sky. It was a serene sight, one that offered a moment of calm amidst the chaos of recent events.

A soft groan broke the silence, drawing my attention. It was Aether. Concerned, I made my way to his—well, my room, intent on checking up on him. Knocking gently, I received no response. Opening the door with caution, I found him fast asleep, Paimon nestled on his chest in a heartwarming embrace.

Approaching them quietly, I reached out to adjust his position, hoping to make him more comfortable. However, my efforts startled him awake, and he instinctively grabbed my wrist, his grip tighter than intended. I winced, feeling the sting of pain shoot through my arm.

"S-Sorry!" Aether's voice was filled with genuine concern as he released me, his eyes reflecting remorse.

I rubbed my wrist, offering a reassuring smile. "It's okay. I should've been more careful."

Concern etched on his face, Aether reached out to inspect my wrist, but I waved him off with a light-hearted quip. His smile in response eased the tension in the room. As he attempted to rise from the bed, I gently restrained him.

"Easy there," I cautioned, placing my hands on his chest to prevent any sudden movements. "You need to take it easy. The last thing we want is for your recovery to be set back."

Nodding in understanding, Aether reluctantly admitted his need for water, though his discomfort was evident. “Yeah, I just… need to get some water,” he murmured, attempting to rise again, only to be gently stopped by my hands on his chest.

“No. I’ve already told you not to move too much. Here, lay back down. I’ll go get you some water,” I insisted, guiding him back to the bed with a gentle push, mindful of his injury.

Quickly retrieving a glass of water from the kitchen, I returned to find him grateful and visibly thirsty, his relief obvious as he gulped down the refreshment, his parched throat finally quenched.

“Thank you. I really needed that.” He said with thanks. When I wasn’t looking, he tried to move.

“Well, I’m gonna need to get goi-” but before he could finish, I placed my hand on his chest, looking him dead in the eyes.

“Aether, how many times am I going to tell you that you cannot move?” I interrupted firmly, my concern evident in my tone, hoping he’d finally heed my advice.

“But-”

“No buts,” I interjected again, my voice softening with urgency. “You will stay here until you are completely healed. I wouldn’t be able to sleep properly knowing that you could be out somewhere in danger. Please, just stay here for a little while until I can confirm you are better. One more day is all I ask,” I pleaded, my gaze locking with his, imploring him to understand.

”Look, your scar is already starting to tear again. If you keep moving, it will just get worse.” I add

He sighed, recognizing the sincerity in my words, and nodded. “Okay, okay. I guess you’re right. I’ll stay,” he finished, though his restless energy remained visible.

“Good. Now rest up. Breakfast will be ready soon,” I said, offering a reassuring smile before leaving the room, hopeful that he would heed my advice and allow himself the time he needed to heal.

—

You decided to go with something easy, but delicious for breakfast. Opening the fridge door, you searched for some eggs, bacon, and sausage. Once you found everything you needed, you set to work with a sense of purpose.

You began by cracking the eggs into a bowl, whisking them until they were well-beaten and slightly frothy. You then poured the mixture into a preheated, unglazed frying pan, allowing it to cook slowly. Meanwhile, you placed the bacon and sausage into a separate pan, the sound of the sizzling meat filling the kitchen. The aroma was absolutely mouthwatering, filling the air with a savory scent that made your stomach rumble in anticipation. Softly, you hummed a tune while you cooked, enjoying the peaceful morning routine.

"Good morning, dear," you heard Eleanor's voice break the silence.

Turning, you saw her smiling down at you, her presence a comforting start to the day. "Good morning! You are very nicely dressed today… what’s the occasion?" you asked, noting her gorgeous long white dress and her large black hat.

"Oh, no reason," she replied with a nonchalant wave of her hand. "I just thought I’d head out a bit early today and go downtown again."

A smirk crept across your face as you stopped what you were doing and turned to face her. "You’re going to see 'him' again, aren’t you~" you teased, causing her to blush and turn away.

"So what if I am? Do you have a problem with it?" she retorted, though the playful glint in her eyes betrayed her amusement.

"Not at all… just find it funny you’re trying to sneak out to see Luka like some lovesick teenagers," you said, chuckling.

Eleanor rolled her eyes playfully and made her way to the door. "I’ll be back in an hour or two. Try not to destroy anything while I’m gone," she said over her shoulder.

"You know, our roles should be switched right now!" you spoke, earning a chuckle in response.

With a smile still on your face, you turned back to your cooking, the morning light streaming through the window and casting a warm glow over the kitchen. Eleanor lingered at the door for a moment longer. "By the way, did you need anything from downtown? I'm happy to pick up a few things while I'm out."

You glanced over at her, thinking for a moment. "Actually, could you grab some fresh herbs if you see any? We’re running low on basil and parsley."

"Sure thing," she replied with a nod. "Anything else?"

"No, I think that’s it. Thanks, Eleanor," you said, appreciating her thoughtfulness.

Just as she was about to leave, Eleanor turned back one more time. "You know, if you ever want to join me, you're always welcome. It could be fun exploring downtown together."

You considered the idea, frowning at the thought. It had been forever since you actually stepped foot in any town. You remember how happy you used to get when you went shopping. But the reason for that happiness was because it was Childe who went with you. Sometimes he would be the one dragging you to the town just to spend time with you…but now that was all over. "Maybe next time, Eleanor." I spoke with a tint of sadness.

She smiled apologetically at you, nodding.

“I understand, my dear. When you're ready.” she said with a small smile before finally stepping out the door.

—

A good 20 minutes passed, and everything was ready. You carefully plated the food, arranging it artfully on the plates before bringing it over to both Paimon and Aether. Gently, you woke them up, watching as their eyes opened and they were greeted with the sight of a delicious breakfast.

“So… how is it?” you asked, anticipation evident in your voice, as the two eagerly dug into their meals.

“It’s… so… mmm… dewicious!” Paimon exclaimed, her mouth full of food, a look of sheer delight on her face.

“Yeah… it’s been a while since I’ve had food this good,” Aether added, his eyes lighting up with appreciation, making you smile with satisfaction.

“Well, it’s certainly no Gordon Ramsay food, but I’m glad you like it,” you said, giggling a bit at the compliment, feeling a warm sense of pride.

“Gordon who now?” Paimon asked, tilting her head in confusion, clearly unfamiliar with the famous chef.

“Ah… nothing. Forget I said anything,” you replied, waving it off with a chuckle, making her shrug and continue eating without another thought.

“Say… where’s your food, Y/N?” Paimon asked suddenly, looking up at you with concern in her wide eyes.

“Oh, I only made enough for you two,” you said, making both of them stop and look up at you in surprise, their expressions filled with guilt.

“What!?” they both exclaimed in unison, their voices tinged with a mix of shock and remorse.

“Oh, don’t worry! I’m going to go make some more… just not right now. I’m not very hungry,” you reassured them with a smile, gently pushing them to go back to eating, not wanting them to feel bad.

“Are you sure?” Aether asked, his brow furrowing with concern. “We can share this if you want. There’s plenty.”

“Really, it’s fine,” you insisted, giving him a reassuring nod. “I enjoy cooking for you two. It’s not a big deal.”

“Okay, but promise me you’ll eat something later,” Aether said, his eyes earnest and full of worry for you.

“I promise,” you replied, feeling touched by his concern, appreciating the care they both showed.

Hesitant, they looked at each other before slowly returning to their meals, savoring every bite of the food you had prepared. Watching them enjoy what you made brought you a sense of fulfillment and happiness, the sight of their satisfied smiles making it all worthwhile.

As they ate, Paimon looked up at you with curiosity sparkling in her eyes. “Hey, Y/N, do you cook like this every day?”

“Not every day,” you admitted with a smile. “But I do enjoy cooking when I have the time. It’s a great way to relax and unwind.”

“Relax?” Paimon asked, her eyes widening in surprise. “I’d be stressed out trying to make sure nothing burns!”

You laughed at her reaction. “It takes some practice, but once you get the hang of it, it can be really therapeutic. It’s like a form of meditation.”

Aether nodded in agreement, a thoughtful look on his face.

“It also helps to have good company,” you said, smiling at them both. “It makes the whole process a lot more enjoyable when you’re cooking for people you care about.”

Once they finished, you collected their plates and brought them to the sink. You quickly washed them, setting them on a cloth to dry. After that, you grabbed some items to help change Aether’s bandage, ensuring it didn’t get infected and that he remained comfortable.

You walked back into the room, seeing Aether and Paimon engaged in a light-hearted conversation, their laughter filling the space. “Sorry, I don’t mean to intrude. I-“ I started but was quickly cut off by Aether.

“Oh no, you’re not intruding at all! Please come in.” Aether said immediately, his focus shifting to you, a warm smile on his face.

“Oh, good.” you replied, feeling a bit more at ease with his reassurance.

You walked up to Aether, slowly helping him to sit up so you could take a look at his bandage. As you lifted his shirt, you noticed the reddened hue seeping through the white material. While it definitely wasn’t as bad as the first day, it still needed tending to.

“I’m just going to change your bandage and check your wound. Is that okay?” you asked, looking into his eyes for confirmation.

He nodded, a soft smile playing on his lips. “Of course. Thank you, Y/N.”

Gently, you began to remove the old bandage, your fingers moving with delicate precision to avoid causing him any discomfort. As you peeled away the last of the bandage, you saw that the gash was already closed. All that was left was a scar that was still trying to close all the way. A smile made its way to your face as you observed the signs of healing.

“Well, it looks like you’ll be up and out of here in no time, guys. One more day should do it,” you said, reaching for a new bandage and some disinfectant. You got to work, applying the disinfectant carefully before wrapping the fresh bandage around his abdomen with practiced ease.

As you worked, Aether couldn’t help but admire you. The way you moved, your concentration, the gentle touch of your hands—it all captivated him. He blushed, feeling his heart race as he realized just how beautiful you were. Your presence was calming yet electrifying, making it hard for him to look away.

He looked away, trying to distract himself from the thoughts racing through his mind. You two had just met, after all. Calm down, Aether, he tried to tell himself, but it was no use. He was drawn to you in a way he couldn’t quite explain.

As you carefully changed his bandage, Paimon watched curiously, her eyes following your every move. “You know, Y/N, you’re really good at this. Have you done it before?” she asked, genuine curiosity in her voice.

You smiled at her question, feeling a bit proud. “I’ve had some practice here and there. Just a few first aid classes and some experience from taking care of friends. It’s always good to know how to handle these things.”

After a few more swift motions, I clipped the bandage together and smiled.

“Alright! You’re all good now,” you said to Aether, your voice breaking through his thoughts. You smiled up at him, your eyes shining with warmth and care.

He smiled softly back at you, his gratitude evident. “Thank you, Y/N. I really appreciate all your help.”

“Now, you must rest for the rest of the day. I better not see you out until I say so,” you said, your tone firm but kind, making him nod obediently.

“I won’t. You can trust me,” he replied, his voice full of sincerity.

“Good.” I said, clasping my hands together.

“Now, while you are resting, I’m going to head outside and practice my form a bit,” you said, heading towards the door.

“Wait.” Aether blurted out, making you stop in your tracks.

You turned to him with a look of concern. “Is everything okay?”

He wanted to ask you so many questions—about how you were able to wield more than one element, how you managed to find yourself all the way out here, but most importantly…why you looked so familiar. But alas, he found himself at a loss for words, unsure of how to begin.

“Aether?”

“Uh… I just… I wanted to say… thank you. For all of your help,” he finally managed to say, his voice faltering. You smiled warmly, your heart melting at his sincerity.

“No problem. Now, get some rest. If you need anything, have Paimon let me know. I’ll just be outside,” you said, leaving right after.

Aether stared at the door long after you left, wishing he had just asked you his burning questions. “What’s wrong, Aether?” Paimon asked, noticing his troubled expression.

“Y/N… there’s something familiar about her… but I just can’t put my finger on it. I swear I’ve seen her somewhere before,” he said, frowning in thought, his mind racing with possibilities.

“Hmm… that’s weird. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her before,” Paimon replied, pondering his words, her brow furrowing in concentration.

“That’s because you don’t pay attention half of the time,” Aether smirked, trying to lighten the mood and distract himself from his thoughts.

“Heyyyy! I do too pay attention!” Paimon retorted, puffing her cheeks in indignation.

“Do not.”

“Do too—hmpf!” Paimon’s retort was cut short as Aether placed his hand over her mouth, telling her to shush as he saw you outside the window.

He watched as you practiced fighting a few punching bags outside. The way you moved was mesmerizing. Each kick and punch was delivered with such precision and power, yet there was an elegance to your movements that made it look like a dance. The way your leg swung out ever so gracefully, yet so forcefully, knocking the bag off the chain, left him in awe.

As he continued to watch, he couldn’t help but be captivated by your strength and grace. There was something undeniably fascinating about you, something that made him want to learn more, to understand the mystery that surrounded you. Aether’s curiosity was piqued, and he knew that this encounter was only the beginning of something much deeper.

Paimon, noticing Aether’s intense focus, whispered, “Aether, you’re staring.”

Aether snapped out of his trance, blushing slightly. “I just… she’s really amazing, isn’t she?”

“Yeah, she is,” Paimon agreed. “But you know, if you keep staring like that, she’s going to notice.”

“I know, I just can’t help it. There’s something about her that’s so…amazing,” Aether said,

There were still three punching bags left standing. After relentlessly pummeling one of them, adding in the occasional powerful kick, you took a step back to catch your breath. Seizing the moment, you spun on the ball of your foot with fluid grace. Aether’s eyes widened as he watched your right hand rise during the spin, an icy blue aura forming around your fingers. In a split second, six razor-sharp icicles shot from your hand, piercing through each of the bags with precision. The icicles emitted a light blue smoke as the frigid coldness mixed with the ambient heat, creating a mesmerizing and surreal effect.

A good hour passed as you continued to practice, pushing your limits. Aether couldn’t look away, his gaze filled with pure curiosity and amazement. He watched you effortlessly wield various elements to obliterate the punching bags. Not only were you adept at elemental magic, but your swordsmanship and hand-to-hand combat skills were equally impressive. You moved with the precision of a seasoned warrior, each strike calculated and deadly. Aether marveled at your prowess and couldn’t help but wonder what path led you to become so formidable and how you acquired such extraordinary abilities.

“She sure is powerful… maybe she can come with us! I’m sure she would love to help find your sister! And she would make it ten times easier to fight other enemies as well,” Paimon suggested enthusiastically, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Aether considered the idea, his mind racing. It wasn’t a bad suggestion at all. Your combat skills were evident, and having you along could potentially turn the tide in their quest. “I don’t know. She seems like she likes it here. She probably wouldn’t like the thought of leaving,” Aether replied, his tone thoughtful and hesitant.

“Who wouldn’t like the idea of leaving?”

Both Aether and Paimon turned towards the door, seeing you standing there, sweat glistening on your skin as it slowly dripped down your body. Your eyes held a mixture of curiosity and amusement as you looked at them.

Aether stuttered, a blush forming on his face as he was caught off guard by your sudden appearance. “I-oh-we-no-Paimon—“

“You. We were just talking about asking you to join us on our adventure!” Paimon interrupted, her enthusiasm cutting through Aether’s fumbling explanation.

Your eyes softened at the suggestion. “I wish I could… but I don’t think I am ready,” you replied, a hint of regret in your voice.

Aether looked up at you, his expression earnest and encouraging. “Of course you’re ready! I saw how you fight! You were amazing!” he said, his face flushing with warmth and admiration.

“I-Oh… thank you. I didn’t know you could see me,” you said, a small, appreciative smile spreading across your face.

Aether stepped back, feeling a bit embarrassed by his outburst. “S-Sorry. I didn’t mean to watch… you were just… sorry.”

“No, don’t apologize. I don’t mind, really. I take it as a compliment, actually. It’s nice to hear that all my training isn’t going to waste,” you joked, trying to lighten the mood and ease his embarrassment.

“Well… the offer’s still there. Just think about it and let me know your answer when you’re ready,” Aether said kindly, his sincerity clear.

“Of course. I appreciate that,” you replied, nodding gratefully. For a moment, the two of you just stared at each other, a strange but pleasant feeling growing in both your chests. Paimon noticed and smiled cheekily at the unspoken tension.

Neither you nor Aether could quite understand why you felt this way around each other. Every interaction left you both feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement, a curious blend of emotions that neither of you had fully grasped. It was a question that had lingered in both your minds for the past week, an enigma that only time could unravel.

“Well,” you cleared your throat, breaking the silence. “I should probably get back to my training… and cleaning. I didn’t realize how much of a mess I made out there,” you said with a tired yet amused expression.

“We can help you if you’d like,” Aether blurted out, his eagerness evident. You turned and smiled at him, genuinely touched by his offer.

“That would be nice… but like I said—” You stopped mid-sentence. It would be nice to have him and Paimon help you, and you wouldn’t have Aether doing any heavy lifting—just picking up some small things here and there. You turned to the mess outside, then back at them, seeing both of them eager to help in any way.

You smiled, letting out a small giggle. “You know what? Sure. Why not? It’s not like you’ll be breaking your back out there,” you said, making both of them smile.

Aether jumped out of bed, but you stopped him. “None of that, though. Or else I’ll change my mind,” you teased, making him nod. He jumped back into bed and then nicely got out, making you roll your eyes.

“Is this better?” he teased back.

You chuckled. “Much better,” you said, turning on your heel. “Come on! These piles of debris aren’t going to clean themselves,” you said as you walked outside.

Aether turned towards Paimon, only to be met with her grinning at him like a Cheshire Cat. “What?” he asked.

“You loooooove her,” she teased, making Aether roll his eyes.

“Whatever, Paimon. She is just a really nice girl… and I am trying to help pay her back for her kind doings. Besides, I bet you can’t even define the word love, let alone spell it,” he said as he walked away from her.

“Hey! I can too!” she flew past him.

You led them outside, and together, you began tidying up the training area. As you worked, you couldn’t help but notice how effortlessly the three of you fell into a rhythm. Aether’s focus and determination were admirable, and Paimon’s cheerful chatter kept the mood light and enjoyable.

–

A few minutes had passed, and Aether, Paimon, and you had just finished putting everything back in its rightful place. The training area now looked pristine, a testament to your combined efforts. Feeling a sense of accomplishment, you all walked towards a nearby pond to relax and dip your feet into it. The cool water provided a soothing contrast to the warmth of the day.

“Thanks for helping me. I really appreciate it,” you said, breaking the comfortable silence. Both Aether and Paimon turned to you, smiles on their faces.

“No problem. It’s the least we could do,” Aether replied, his eyes reflecting his genuine gratitude for being part of the team.

You three sat in companionable silence, the sound of the tall grass rustling in the breeze and the gentle lapping of the water against the shore filling the air. It was a peaceful moment, one that you all cherished after the hard work.

Suddenly, Paimon broke the silence. “Hey Y/N?”

You turned to her, humming in response. “Yes, Paimon?”

“How did you manage to learn more than one element?” she asked, her eyes wide with curiosity.

A small smile rose to your face as you reminisced. “Ah, well… A few years ago, I hit a low point in my life. Some…personal things happened between me and someone else. Let’s just say it didn’t end up well. I was so lost because I lost someone who meant the world to me. I barely left my house because of it. It silly now that I think about it.” I started, seeing Aether’s concerned face.

“Don’t worry, Im all good now!” I said, sending a reassuring smile his way.

”Anyways, it was a typical day where I just stayed put and out of nowhere, I received a letter from a kind lady. She wanted to meet me just outside my home city. At first, I was hesitant to go… but I had already hit such a low point that I realized there wasn’t much left to lose. So, I went and saw her.”

“Lady Eleanor?” Paimon asked, making you nod.

“She taught me everything I know now. Because of her, I was able to obtain these visions and improve on my combat skills. Of course, I still have a lot to learn.” you explained, your voice filled with gratitude and determination.

“Like what?” Aether asked, his curiosity piqued.

“Well, I still need to learn how to use the Electro vision, and I still need to practice the Hydro element. Sometimes, I lose control, and I need to maintain control over each element at all times to be truly successful,” you said, your tone reflecting your dedication.

“That sounds amazing… but why are you trying to master all seven elements? Are you trying to defeat someone?” Paimon asked, her question making you pause. Should you tell them? Would they even believe you?

“Oh… uh… you see…” you hesitated, the uncertainty clear in your voice.

“You don’t need to tell us if you don’t feel comfortable,” Aether interrupted, noticing your nervousness. His voice was gentle, reassuring.

You smiled at him, appreciating his understanding. “I think I do feel comfortable… it’s just that I don’t think you’ll believe me if I told you.”

“Try us,” Aether encouraged, his tone earnest. He genuinely wanted to understand.

You sighed softly, gathering your thoughts. “Okay, but don’t say I didn’t warn you,” you said, making them wait in anticipation.

“A long, long time ago… a man who went by the name Atlas managed to learn and master one of the rarest elements of all time…” you started, your voice taking on a storytelling quality as you delved into the tale.

Aether and Paimon leaned in, listening intently. After you explained the full story to them, Aether smiled at you.

“And you… you want to follow in his footsteps?” Paimon asked, her voice filled with awe.

You nodded. “Yes. I believe that mastering all seven elements will allow me to bring balance and peace to the world, just as Atlas intended. But it’s a long and difficult journey, one that requires immense dedication and sacrifice.”

Aether and Paimon exchanged a glance, their expressions a mix of admiration and determination. “We believe you, Y/N. And we’ll support you in any way we can,” Aether said, his voice steady and sincere.

“Absolutely! You can count on us!” Paimon added, her enthusiasm infectious.

“So…do you happen to know just who the holder of this dark element is?” Paimon asked

I sighed, looking towards the water..

”No, not yet. I haven’t left this place during my training, so I haven’t gotten to see who my target is. Even Eleanor doesn’t know who it is.”

”Im sure you will find them. And once you do, we will be right with you to help in case you need it.” Aether said, trying to offer some support.

“Plus, we can tell our other friends in Mondstadt about you, too! Im sure they’d love to help out as we-“

”No!” I blurted out, causing both of them to tense up

”Im-Im sorry. It’s just that…I’m not on the best of terms with anyone living there right now.” I said with a hint of uneasiness.

”What happened?” Aether asked

”It’s…a long story. But remember when I said there was a certain someone who I thought of as my world?” I asked, making them both nod.

”Let’s just say he was an old friend. Well, he was more than a friend to me. But turns out he was just a stupid boy who was ready to toss me away the moment he met his dream girl. Him and I got into an argument when I confronted him about it, and it went downhill from there. It’s like I didn’t even recognize who he was.” I started, looking out into the distance as the memory unfolded.

”From then on, everyone else sided with him and the girl. They treated me like I was trash, and nothing more. Well, everyone except for…oh shit.” I said, my eyes widening with sudden realization.

”Whats wrong?” Aether asked

”I haven’t written back to her! Dammit, it must have been at least a month since I’ve said anything to her! She’s probably worried sick.” I said, jumping up to go grab a pen and paper.

”She? Who’s she? A sister perhaps?” Paimon asked.

”Pretty much. Im talking about Jean. Oh, she going to have my head because of this. No wonder I haven’t gotten any letters back from her yet.

“Jean? As in Jean Gunnhildr?” Aether asked, making you turn your head around.

“Yes! Do you know her?” I asked.

”Y-yeah, but-“

“How is she? Is she okay? How is her training going?” I asked, thankful to have met someone who knew Jeans whereabouts.

“Y/n…you might want to sit down for this.” Aether said, trying to calm me down. When I noticed the look in his eyes, my anxiety began to grow.

“Why? Is she okay?”

”Something happened to her.”

”W-What do you mean? What happened to her! Is she alright?”

“Just let me explain.” He said calmly, placing his hands on mine.

“About a year ago, we met Jean. We constantly worked together, finishing commissions that needed to be done. However, a sudden influx of creatures started sneaking into the city. It was becoming chaotic and dangerous for anyone to live there. Jean and I helped fight them off….but-“

”But what.” I asked, my throat starting to tighten.

“You know how Jean always takes the first step. She was always at the forefront of the battles, always pushing herself to protect everyone. But during that brutal fight, she got seriously injured. She was taken to the city’s hospital, and although she recovered physically, something changed. She became more withdrawn, and there were rumors that she was struggling with something darker… something more than just physical wounds.”

I stayed silent, my stomach twisting each word he spoke.

”And one day, she just…vanished. Without a single trace. We tried looking for her, but we couldn’t find anything.”

I felt tears start to pool in my eyes, my throat tightening as I heard what had happened.

”I went to go out and look for her, Paimon of course tagging along…but we were ambushed by that large group of creatures…and that’s when you found us.” He said, rubbing your arm with reassurance.

“But don’t worry! After tonight, Paimon and I are going to leave and we promise to save her and the rest ” He said sadly, looking away from you.

A few minutes of tense silence passed as you processed everything Aether had told you. Your hands clenched into tight fists, your knuckles turning white with the intensity of your emotions. How had you not seen it coming? Guilt and anger surged within you, driving an overwhelming desire to take action and save her. Jean had always been there for you, standing by your side when no one else did.

Suddenly, the plants around you began to grow uncontrollably, their vines wrapping around objects and lifting them into the air.

“Y/N?” Aether called out, but his voice barely registered in your mind. The fury inside you was palpable, an unstoppable force that mirrored the wild growth around you.

You couldn’t contain it any longer. You shot up, slamming your hands on the table. The ground shook violently from your actions, a green hue coursing its way through each crevice in the ground. Aether and Paimon flinched at the sudden movement, their eyes wide with surprise. They had never seen you this angry before.

“Y/N? Are you—”

“I’m coming with you both,” you interrupted, your voice resolute. Their eyes met yours, filled with determination and resolve.

“Y/N, you don’t have to—” Aether began.

“No!” you cut him off, your voice firm and unwavering. “Jean has always been there for me. And the one time she needed my help, I wasn’t there. Now, I have to help her. I need to help save my sister,” you declared, making them both look at each other in surprise.

“So, what’ll it be?” you asked, your gaze unyielding.

Aether and Paimon exchanged a glance before smiling at you. “Ready to leave tomorrow?” Aether asked, extending his hand.

You smirked, shaking your head. “How about we leave tonight? Get a head start?” you suggested, your eyes gleaming with determination.

Aether grinned, clasping your hand. “Even better.”

You knew Eleanor would be furious with you for this, but this was Jean you were talking about—the one person who never gave up on you or turned against you. You were willing to do anything to save her because you knew she would do the same for you.

As you and your newfound allies prepared for the journey ahead, the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the landscape. The path before you was uncertain and fraught with danger, but you felt a renewed sense of purpose. With Aether and Paimon by your side, you were ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, driven by your unwavering resolve to save Jean and make things right.

—

“So, just where are we headed exactly?” You asked, making him chuckle.

“We are headed to go get some help. Hopefully.” Aether said.

“Okay…but where exactly?” You asked

“A place known as Sumeru.” He replied, making you look towards him.

“Sumeru? I’ve not heard of that place before. Do I need to worry about anything?” You asked, making him shrug

“I don’t think so…but it's best to always prepare for the worst so you are ready for things like an ambush…” He said, making you nod

“Right…well, what are we waiting for! Let's go!” You said, walking into the large forested area, Paimon and Aether following suit.

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Once again, thank you all for your love and support on this story! You all have no idea how happy you all make me when I see your comments. I love youuuu <3333333

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Hi everyone,

This is one of the hardest things I’ve ever written, and I never thought I’d be sharing something so deeply personal. But here I am, reaching out, hoping that someone else out there might understand this journey, this longing, this ache that I’m carrying. I don’t have a big following, so I don’t know if this will reach many people, but if there’s a chance it connects with even one person who’s been through something similar, it’ll be worth it.

My boyfriend and I have been trying to start a family. For over two years, we tried before finally going to our GP, who sent us straight to a clinic. It’s been a year of treatments now, a year of hopeful highs and crushing lows. We tried IUI (intrauterine insemination) four times – four times our hopes rose and fell. Then we turned to ICSI (intracytoplasmic Sperm Injection) because “traditional” IVF wasn’t an option for us.

When I had my egg retrieval, they collected a lot of eggs, but only four turned into embryos. Four. Just four chances to hold onto this dream.

Today, we found out that none of those embryos made it. We’re back to square one. All those hormone shots, every bruise, every drop of blood, every ultrasound, all the mood swings, the endless hoping and praying – only to have to start from scratch. I can’t describe the exhaustion, both physically and emotionally. You go through the medications, the appointments, waiting, and waiting, just to start all over again. It feels like it’s breaking me.

We’re going to try again because we still hold onto this hope of having a baby together. But we also have to face the reality that it may never happen, and that thought shatters my heart. Watching others around me get pregnant, hearing news of new babies… it’s so hard to see, and it fills me with a mix of sadness and anger that I can’t even fully explain. I don’t want to feel this way, but it’s the truth.

I feel so alone in this. None of my close friends or family have faced something like this. I’m reaching out here, hoping to find someone who understands, someone who has been through this kind of pain and hope and heartbreak. I feel like I could just disappear, like the ground could open up and take me in, but here I am, holding onto a sliver of hope that one day, somehow, I’ll get to hold a little miracle in my arms. Until then, I’m trying my best to be patient, even when it feels like it’s breaking me.

I want to thank @lestappenforever, my best friend in the entire world, for being my rock through all of this, even from miles away. You never push, you never overwhelm me with questions — you’re just there, right when I need you. That kind of support means more to me than I can put into words. I love you. ❤️❤️❤️

I don’t know if anyone going through the same thing will see this, but if you do, please reach out. I’m here to talk, to listen, to be there for you, but also to share my story.

You’re not alone in this. Please hold onto that. ❤️

I'm going to be a lot less active on here. I'm sorry for that (if anyone cares) but I need some time to myself. Mona and I will be back on the 1st of December with something fucking amazing which I hope you all love ❤️ I want to thank you all for your support and I love you all.

[themetaphorgirl]

where I've been

hello friends! it's me!

I know my presence has been really hit or miss over the past year and change. if you want the short version, life has just been really tough, but I'm at the point where I really want to feel like life feels more normal again, which includes writing and posting and being more active.

if you'd like the deluxe edition of what's been going on, I do feel like I want to share what's been happening. it's been really rough and the next steps are only going to be more difficult, so knowing I have friends rooting for me will really help.

you don't have to read if you don't want to, it's kind of a bummer! the biggest takeaway is that I've been going through a garbage time but I want to start writing regularly again, so hopefully you'll see a lot more of me moving forward.

everything else below the cut!

tw: pregnancy, pregnancy loss

okay so. y'all know I got married in December 2022 (and we are still very happily married!!). we've known from the getgo that we want a family, but hadn't quite pulled the trigger.

well, there was another situation that happened that made me realize that I really wanted to start trying now, but it also unlocked a really deep trauma. when I was 23 I was in a really horrible relationship, and I got pregnant. and I ended up miscarrying pretty early on. and I got zero support. that's the short version.

I ended up, I guess for my own sanity, blocking it out. there's big gaps in my memory that just. don't exist. and for a long time I told myself it didn't happen. later, when I acknowledged that it did happen, I told myself that it was for the best, that I would have been a bad mother at that point in my life, that I would have had to maintain contact with my ex, that it just wasn't the right time and it was a good thing that I lost my baby.

the problem was I never grieved. I never healed. it was all just locked away and festering and killing me slowly.

so I ended up spending a good part of last year grieving and trying to deal with pain that I should have dealt with years ago. which...let me tell you, it's a rough process.

and at the same time, I realized that I wanted to start trying. my whole life I've wanted to be a mom. I've wanted five kids for as long as I can remember. Every time I pictured the future I pictured children. And I didn't want to wait anymore. which...is extra complicated to start that process when you're also in the midst of unpacking trauma.

and as you might have guessed...I'm not pregnant yet.

I'm very lucky that my work has a great medical program and they don't have waiting periods to see fertility specialists, so I started seeing doctors last April. And there's nothing wrong. I've done bloodwork, I've done ultrasounds, I've done so many tests, Shane has been tested. We've done three medicated cycles with trigger shots. They can't find anything wrong. They keep shrugging and saying that it's just the matter of the right time.

Unexplained infertility is a bitch.

It's so painful. It's so unfair. And because of my job I'm constantly doing orders for pregnancy announcements and gender reveals and baby's first Christmas. I cannot tell you how many times I've run to the bathroom to cry because I just can't handle being surrounded by reminders that I'm not anybody's mother yet.

I'm currently on cycle 17 of trying. which. that on its own hurts so much. s e v e n t e e n.

we have to hold off on starting the next steps because Shane lost his job (which is another absolutely insane stressor) but he's in a new job that he loves and pays better, and I'm getting a referral for a new clinic for a second opinion. but it looks like we're going to move forward with IVF.

I'm very very lucky that my work will pay for a significant amount towards IVF, but there's still payments we have to make, so we're working on getting our ducks in a row. and it's a terrifying prospect. medications and egg retrieval (my first surgery ever) and transfers. and the crippling fear that they won't get enough eggs or none of them will fertilize or the transfer won't be successful. it's eating me away. I've been feeling like such a shell of myself, every failed cycle feels like another piece of me has faded away.

right now I'm trying to focus on getting myself in as healthy as a place as possible, emotionally and physically, before we start procedures. am I still hoping that I'll get pregnant without IVF? oh, desperately. but at this point, nearly a year and a half into trying, this is probably going to be our best bet.

so moving forward, I'm hoping I can start doing things that make me happy again. I've spent most of the past year and a half being incredibly depressed and not really doing anything other than laying around in bed. I did discover Lockwood & Co thanks to Maeve, and that's helped so much because it gave me something new to think about and fixate on (and write for), but it's still been rough and sporadic. which, actually, is a good describer of how the past year has gone. I need to get back into living again.

in the meantime thank you for everybody who's checked in on me, especially QuiddoDitto. I haven't really had the energy to message back, but I've seen the comments and messages and it's meant so much to me while I slog through this.

hopefully things will get better soon! hopefully I start feeling like a person again! hopefully I'll be writing and posting regularly because I miss it!

and hopefully there'll be a baby in my arms soon.

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May I please have ❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜ 💕💕💕

Hehe of course <3

(Prompts)

"In here!" Leon calls when he hears the door open, prodding at the scrambled eggs he's cooking for dinner. "I'm making you a five-course meal!"

He can hear the stomp of Chris's feet on the hardwood, an answering grunt just barely audible from down the hall. Leon frowns. It's not like Chris to be so quiet, but maybe he had a bad day at work. Leon turns to smile as he hear the rustle of Chris's footsteps coming closer---only to falter when he sees his husband clutching at the sides of his head with narrowed eyes, grimacing.

"Everything alright? Chris?" Leon asks, quickly turning off the burner and setting his spatula to the side. Chris says nothing, sitting down heavily in a dining chair, and Leon picks up the pace, wiping his hands and moving quickly across the floor.

"S'okay," Chris says through gritted teeth, lifting his head and flinching when the kitchen lights get in his eyes. Leon tuts, shifting to block them with his body. "If I have to think about anything else today, I think my head's gonna explode."

"Migraine?" Leon asks quietly, reaching out to rub Chris's shoulders when he nods. In the years since his injury in Edonia, it's become another challenge for them to deal with, the blindingly-painful, medication-resistant migraines Chris gets whenever the weather changes too dramatically plaguing him with no care as to what he'd planned to do for the day.

"Sorry," Chris says, to which Leon laughs.

"For what? Here, I'll get the ice pack. You okay to head to bed?"

Chris nods mutely, leaning in when Leon pulls him into a hug. They stay like that for a moment before he shuffles off towards the bedroom, and Leon follows after retrieving the new medication the doctor had prescribed a few weeks ago from the medicine cabinet. Chris is sitting on the bed when he enters their room, pants still on but unbuttoned, chest bare.

"Sorry," he murmurs. "Had to take a minute."

Leon hands him the ice pack and clean dishtowel to wrap it in, bending down to shimmy Chris's pants to the floor and helping him get settled on the pillows. He retrieves the wastebasket from the corner of the room and puts it beside the bed just in case the nausea strikes, then pops open Chris's pills and fills up one of the bathroom cups for him to wash it down with.

"Open sesame," Leon says, bringing his hand to Chris's warm lips. He hands Chris the cup, then sits back, patting his knee through the blankets. Chris swallows thickly, then sighs, placing the cup on the bedside table with a sigh. It's already dim this time of year, so he doesn't bother closing the curtains, merely standing up to press a kiss to Chris's temple. Chris's eyes are closed, now, his forehead lined with pain, and the sight puts a pang in Leon's chest. The medications have been helping, at least a little, but there's not much else he can do but wait it out.

"I'm just going to go eat, and then I'll come check up on you," he says quietly. "Need anything else?"

"Love you, baby," Chris mumbles by way of refusal, sinking back against the pillows. He covers his face with a large hand, and Leon takes the opportunity to slink back out into the hallway.

"Love you, too," he murmurs, and slips back towards the kitchen.

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⠀⠀buying groceries/ bathing with the pups

⠀⠀pairings : trent alexander-arnold , reader

⠀⠀a/n : enjoy

it was night, precisely 12 am. You should be asleep by now. you looked to the side of you and saw your boyfriend trent, who was currently sleeping. not wanting to wake him up, you lift up the sheets slightly and slid out your bed. you stood up and looked at your surroundings. you cringed due to what transpired last time.

torrential rain hushed your sounds a bit. you went over to the supply closet, opened it briskly, watching the others movement and grabbed a spare blanket. you tip-toed (literally) to the bedroom door. as you opened it it creaked, you felt like a child trying to avoid getting caught by your parents.

closing the door, you exhaled and went over to the kitchen, opened the cabinets getting dog treats, knowing that the dogs are once again notoriously loud. so you decide to bribe them with treats to get your compensation for silence. you went to the living and saw prince and koba awake, both staring at you. they were playing until you interrupted them.

“good doggies” you whispered, attempting to pick up the dogs to let them relax with you as they got high on treats. you plopped them both onto the couch and went back to retrieve your ipad.

entering the bedroom again, you look at trent, who’s dreads are spread out everywhere on the pillow, that beautiful pout of his, his black t-shirt that’s lifted up slightly showing some of his skin, that t-shirt brings out his skin complexion marvelously , the elevation of his chest as he breathes. the moonlight emitting on his skin, bringing it out more. he looks tranquil, just his presence gives you consolation.

you could stand there and just watch him sleep peacefully (woah, calm down there) or, you can get your ipad and get the hell out of here before he wakes up and asks you why you’re staring at him whilst he’s asleep, and you’d just admit to his beauty, because he actually is beautiful but you don’t want to admit it because then he’ll tease you for it.

you got your ipad and rushed on your way out, bumping you toe on the corner of the bedstand, you suppressed a cry of pain and limped your way out of the room.

now back in the living room you saw that both of the dogs were asleep, feeling relieved you slumped back on the couch and watched outer banks for the time being.

a few episodes later, it was now 2:00 am. you were so engrossed in the series you lost track of time, yet you didn’t care. you shrugged it off and continued the series. now, reaching 3 a.m. you heard footsteps approaching you, in lieu of getting up, you just stayed there. not paying any mind to it.

You looked up and saw trent, staring at you with puffy doe eyes and a pout. He looked like he'd just woken up. He didn’t say anything, just stared at you, after a while his eyes flickered to your device. He slumped back onto the couch with you. His head on your shoulder.

"so, whats wrong?”

"can't sleep" you said quietly, feeling the other turn his head, stubble grazing your shoulder. you heard faint snores from him.

"if you need to sleep, you can go to bed."

"only if you come with me."

you sighed, looking at his sleepy eyes. "sure, let's go"

you had to held his hand while going to bed.he pushed you closer towards him, your face meeting his neck. his hands wrapping around your abdomen.

"good night" and you drifted off to sleep.

/

TRENT ❤ 12:20 pm

hey babe, do me a favor and head to the grocery store after please?⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ Y/N ❤🤡 12:40 pm

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀yes. what do you need?

TRENT ❤️ 12:55 pm

eggs, milk, ice pops, ice cream, kinetica protein powder VANILLA, strawberries , blueberries, mango, and for dinner I need spaghetti, alfredo sauce and chicken.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ Y/N 🤡❤️ 1:00 pm

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀let me know if you want to buy the ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀whole store too👍

TRENT ❤️ 1:01 pm

i wasn't finished, so— juice, naked (drink), grapes, raspberries, yogurt, cottage cheese and pineapple. thank you love.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀Y/N 🤡❤️ 1:10 pm

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀i'm assuming you're going to ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀give me the money for this

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀hello?⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀trent.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀read at 1:13

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you pushed your phone back into your pocket as you headed to get a shopping cart.

after wandering around some time you went to the food section, pulled out your phone again, reviewing the "list" trent gave you. you headed towards the fruit aisle.

grabbed, pinenapple, raspberries, blueberries. you weren't a food expert so you just grabbed and went.

"alrighty.." you grabbed a bag and placed 7 mangoes in, and put it with the rest of your groceries.

/

heading home, you exited the car and unlocked the door, coming right back out to deliver these groceries to your "househusband".

you almost fell due to the amount of groceries, but labor is pain. when you were done you yelled out trent's name, the other appeared from the bedroom.

"here, let me help" he said grabbing some of the bags to place on the island counter, rummaging through them as you placed the other bags on the counter aswell.

"y/n..."

"yea?"

"did you remember to buy the spaghetti?"

you froze, trying to reminisce if you bought it.you didn't. there's no point of lying so you had to be solemn.

"how do you— nevermind, that's fine, we'll manage. thanks for buying these, i owe you one." he placed a kiss on your head and started putting the groceries in their place.

"oh yea, if you go again to the store, buy dog treats again. they're suddenly gone even though i just had bought it a week ago." trent said putting the berries away

your jaw went slack, reminiscing that you fed the dogs treats. but, you can't remember how much. you turned your head swiftly looking at the 2 pups, koba, trying to catch his tail. prince playing with some random toy.

you shrugged it off and went to the living room with the dogs. what he doesn't know won't kill him.

/

it was 9 in the afternoon, you were standing I front of the bed, with trent laying on it of course. but, your attention wasn't on him, it was on the bed actually.

"we need a new bedstand"

"and why's that?"

"because i detest this one. do you know how many times i've stubbed my toe on it. it's like it's out for me!" you exclaimed

"maybe it's time to just wear slippers when exiting out the bed, love."

you narrowed your eyes at him, "no, maybe it's time for a new bedstand, love."

"alright, I think you should come to bed—"trent was interrupted once again by a dirty, muddy koba followed by a dirty prince bursting through the door and immediately jumping onto the bed causing havoc.

they both attacked trent leaving wet, sloppy, and hot kisses on his face. the other seemed disgusted, especially because of how dirty they were. you laughed, enjoying it.

"fuckkk.. i just took a shower" trent got up, dogs still surrounding him. he was now dirty himself.

you picked them both up, "i think it's time for a bath yea?" "you need one to aswell, trent" you giggled and made your way to the bathroom.

you went back into the bathroom, seeing trent in the tub with the dogs. (totally normal?)

"sorry babe but you're going to smell like dog shampoo" you say smiling (i know dog shampoo isn't good for humans 'cause of pH levels and stuff but let's pretend it is for my sake)

trent gave you a side eye as prince was trying to climb up his head. "you're enjoying this completely aren't you?"

"yea. very." you laughed as you scrubbed koba with shampoo. "we should buy them nail caps just for indoors, y'know." trent says as he's holding prince up in the air, analyzing his paws.

"sure, we should buy that with the bedstand that we are going to buy."

"wait, what?"

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[itsscromp]

Hi, I have a Rocket request. Can you do something before vol 1 where he meets reader and they are really kind to him, but no one's never be this kind except from Groot, so it takes some time for him to trust them and "get used" to it.

Kindness goes a long way

AWWWW, this is a super cute anon, I love this idea so much. Rocket don't you worry buddy, you'll have another best friend and you won't even know it. Word count:1K

All his life, all Rocket knew was pain... He lost his friends in the worst way possible, which made him closed off and angry. Pushing away anyone who tried to get close to him as he always knew they would just hurt them again. He then met Groot and then began to slowly open up. He knew because Groot wasn't the type to judge anyone. But then he met you.

He and Groot were trying to nab a bounty one night before they were beaten to it by you.

"Hey come on kid, that was our bounty" He snarled at you.

"I didn't see your name on it" You smirked at him.

He growled at you before Groot placed a hand on his shoulder, to make sure he didn't lunge at you and hurt you.

"Tell you what, I'm feeling generous tonight. How about we claim it together, split the reward evenly" You offered them.

Groot happily accepted it, but Rocket was hesitant, No one, especially in bounty hunting shared the reward with him. Usually, it was every man for themself, but it didn't seem to be that with you. But for now, he agreed.

"If as so you change your mind on this humie..."

"I never back away on my promises furball" You playfully scolded.

He grumbled to himself as you three then went to collect the reward, when you split the amount with the two, Groot then suggested...

"I am Groot" (Maybe They should join us)

"What absolutely no way driftwood, we ain't adding no more to the crew" Rocket shot the idea down as soon as he did.

"But I mean... He's kinda right though, I have seen you two in action before. Your brains, He's the brawn and I could potentially be your eyes to new bounties that you two probably would never get" You counter offered.

"Ok first off you understand what he's saying ??"

"Universal translator" You tapped the side of your head.

"I am Groot" (Rocket they would be a valuable asset with us) Groot continued to convince him.

Rocket rolled his eyes and thought about it for a bit.

"You got a name kid ??"

"Y/n L/n"

"Well... Don't get too comfortable, cause If I see you doing anything funny, I will shoot you"

But nevertheless, you were now officially a part of their little group, looking out for more bounties. But you pulled your weight along the ship too, Sometimes Rocket would be taken aback by your random acts of kindess.

"Oh flark I forgot to fix the cooler" He quickly tried to rush for it.

"It's ok, I fixed it earlier. I thought it'll help take the load off of you" You kindly smiled at him.

"Whatever I could've done it anyway" He scoffed.

Or when one morning you made him breakfast.

"Here you go" You handed him a plate of bacon and eggs.

"I ain't hungry humie" He shoved the plate away from him.

"Dude we got a huge bounty to collect tonight, you can't do that on an empty stomach can we ??" You once again kindly smiled at him.

"Ugh... fine" He muttered as he began to slowly eat.

And when you helped find his missing bomb project.

"Come on come on where did I put it !!!!" He growled as he tore almost half the ship apart to find it.

"What's wrong buddy ??" You tilted your head in confusion.

"First of you and I ain't buddies or pals. Secondly I need to find the bomb I was working on before it blows the damn ship in half !!"

"Ok calm down... Where did you leave it last ??"

"I put it right their next to the crate and when I came back it was gone.

"Oooh was that it ??, I thought it was some sort of gadget, I just moved it to the gadgets cabinet just in case, Sorry about that"

He grumbled a bit as he went to retrieve the bomb, but he was... kinda grateful that it didn't become a tripping hazard to neither you or Groot.

As this went on, he began to very slowly warm up to you and your gestures. Maybe he was wrong about you. Maybe you weren't like the other people he had faced in his life... you were different...

One night when it was your turn for rotation on the cockpit, he then went to join you.

"Seat taken ??" He tried to joke.

"It's ok" You chuckled as an indicator that he could sit.

He joined in with you gazing at the cosmos and fiddling with his thumbs for a little bit until finally gathering the courage.

"Y/n... I'm sorry for the way I treated ya during the beginning, It's just... No one has ever been this... kind to me in my life before... It made me... Really scared.."

"Scared ??" You turned to him, asking in a non judgmental way.

"Scared that..." He hesitated to say it. this was already big for him enough, as soon as he began his sentence, he began to stutter.

"Hey hey... It's ok... If you're not ready to talk about it then that's ok, I'm not forcing you to. You kindly smiled at him.

He then took a deep breath in relief. "What I'm trying to get at kid is... I'm sorry for the way I treated you from the start... Do you think we can start over ??" He looked at you.

You could see it in his eyes he really misjudged you, He really wanted to start over again. "Of course... Partner" You raised your fist for a fist bump.

He grinned soon after and gladly returned it. "Yeah, partner"

For the rest of the night, the two got to know each other properly and even engaged in some playful banter with each other, which made Rocket smile, something that very rarely happens.

Then soon after that, what turned from a simple partnership was turned into an amazing friendship. You two would have each other's backs for life.

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[kedreeva]

The thing with the eggs reminded me-- first, you need to know that my mother is an incredibly practical woman. Second, you should also know that I grew up in the middle of fuck-all nowhere, so buying things tended to be a pain in the ass. Third, my mom already had these solid glass, beautifully colored eggs, all swirly and pretty. So naturally, when we needed to start training the chickens to actually use the boxes (to not repeat the debacle of having to crawl under the coop to retrieve duck eggs), she just put those eggs in the nesting boxes (of which there were plenty, but they insisted on using the same one), and I gotta say, it's just a little disturbing to go out in the morning to check the boxes for eggs, reach under fluffy chicken butt, and produce a veritable dragons egg.

I went to a rock and gem show today and every time I saw a stone egg, I thought about this ask