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mikachacha · 1 year

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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚆𝚊𝚢 𝙸 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚈𝚘𝚞 (𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛)

Synopsis: It has been months since you and Bada called it quits when you found out that she has been seeing Redy behind your back. Moving on was hard, but you're slowly getting there. Meanwhile Bada, despite being with Redy, began realizing that it was a stupid mistake to leave you like that.

Warnings: language, angst, some drama, mentions of cheating

(A/N: so this is the part two for Traitor because i feel sorry for u guys 🥺🥺)

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙾𝚗𝚎 | 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚃𝚠𝚘

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Bada tossed and turned as she tried to sleep but she couldn't. Every time she closes her eyes, all she could think is you. It has been a few months since you two split and the guilt she felt from doing what she did is eating her alive. Yeah, she could say that she's happy with Redy but there's a voice at the back of her head saying that she'll be happier if she's with you instead of Redy.

"Bada? Are you okay baby?" Redy asked as she felt how restless Bada is. She noticed that Bada hasn't been herself for quite some time now. Restless and often seemingly in deep thought.

"Yeah. Go back to sleep." Bada replied and decided to get up to get a glass of water to drink. Even when she's in bed beside Redy, all she could think is you. She often thinks about all your silly fights, your craziness.. All the things about you and it's driving her insane. She knows it's impossible but she wants you back.

Meanwhile, you're moving on and meeting new people. You've been going out with Haechi lately and she has been amazing. She's everything Bada is not but despite that, you'd still find yourself thinking about Bada and how everything was so different. You feel bad for Haechi but what were you supposed to do? Chase after Bada when she's happy with Redy?

So when you received a text from Bada, asking if you guys could talk, you immediately consulted with Haechi who just smiled at you and patted you in the head like she always does. You feel so bad because Haechi has been nothing but be wonderful towards you and you just couldn't bring yourself to love her like she deserves.

"Go on, pretty face. I knew from the beginning that you're still in love with Bada and it's okay. Go and talk to her. If ever she breaks your heart again, you can always come back to me. I'm always here for you, Y/N." she says and you couldn't help but cry at her words. Even right now, Haechi is still sweet and kind and you know you don't deserve it. If only you can magically erase all your feelings for Bada and transfer all of it for Haechi, you'll do it in a heartbeat, no questions asked.

You decided to meet with Bada at a café near your apartment. When she saw you, the guilt she felt came to her in ten folds. You still looked beautiful as ever but the shine in your eyes is gone, replaced by sadness that she knew she caused.

"Y/N.." Bada greets as you sat across from her. She already ordered your favorite drink for you which made you a little bit happy since she still remembers.

"What do you want to talk about, Bada?" you asked but didn't meet her gaze because knowing how weak you still are for her, you're just gonna cry and you didn't want that.

Bada sighed and studied you a bit. You're still the very same girl she knew and loved. The girl that put up with all her bullshits and the same girl that she hurt.

"I know that I caused you so much pain and I want to apologize for that. Really, Y/N.. I regret everything I did a few months back. It still haunts me to this day. I thought I would be happy if I got back with Redy but I wasn't. All I could think is you, your laugh, your smiles.. Everything about you.." Bada started and you just balled your fists on your lap. You willed yourself to not cry and just continued listening to her.

"I know you may not be able to forgive me right away because who would, right? But Y/N.. All I want to ask of you is to give me a chance. Give me a chance to earn your forgiveness.. Give me a chance to prove to you that I have changed. I will do anything and everything in my power just so one day, you can find it in your heart to forgive me." Bada says and you took a shaky breath before looking at her. Bada was already crying and it took all the strength you had to not get up and hug her, assure her that everything will be fine like you always did.

"I don't know, Bada.. I don't know what to say or what to think right now. I'm sorry but I don't have any answers for you at this moment.." You said and walked out, going back to your apartment to cry your heart out. You thought you could handle seeing her and talking to her again but you were wrong. It still hurt you.

Bada was left in the café all alone. She wasn't disappointed or anything, she was a bit relieved that she was able to get that off her chest. Even though you didn't give her an answer regarding to her asking for another chance, Bada was determined to keep her words this time. She wouldn't give up on you like how you didn't give up on her until the very last.

Every day, Bada would message you good morning and would have your favorite meals with some flowers delivered to your doorstep or your workplace. She would also often leave voice messages for you and just doing everything she could to ask for your forgiveness, winning you over is just a bonus. You and Haechi also settled to being just friends but she's there whenever you need someone to talk to or a shoulder to cry on. At this point, you're still unsure whether to forgive Bada and let her back in your life or not. The only thing you're sure about is that she's not giving up any time soon.

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billthedrake · 8 months

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Note: This is a hypnosis story co-written with @josmith1718

THE PROTOCAL (CHAPTER THREE)

I woke up the next day to find the bed empty again. I don’t know what it was, but I usually woke up early with Dad and we both had breakfast before heading to our jobs. This weekend, it seemed as though I was catching up on the sleep I had not been having because of the increased workload from the promotion. I was also sleeping like a baby because of dad’s increased libido and his breakthrough, finally let me go there... have a taste of that beautiful furry ass. I was already sporting morning wood, feeling like a teenager again when I realized I should get up and see what was on today’s docket.

I roused up and slipped on some shorts and a T-shirt. The dildo was there on the nightstand but cleaned and standing up, like Dad had set it ready for future use.

I padded down the hall and saw the door to my office was closed. I realized Dad must have been doing another session with the Company when I heard him talking with the Tech Bro. I didn’t know he’d scheduled anything, but I figured he’d fill me in later. Meanwhile I went to fix some coffee for us, hopefully he would not be in there too long.

I checked my phone and saw the email from the Company:

"Hello Kyle,

I hope the Protocol is going well for you! Just checking in to see if everything has been going well with you and Brian. Let me know if you’d like to have a virtual follow up. We like to make sure our customers are finding success in their lives after using our service.

The Company"

They were definitely getting a five-star rating!

Dad finally came out, a relaxed smile on his face.

"Morning son," he greeted me. I was surprised he had done his consultation shirtless, but it was the weekend, no need to be so formal.

"Hey Dad. You talked to the Company?" I asked as I got our mugs out and ready for the coffee. He looked at me, smiling before nodding, "Yep. It was a debriefing consultation to make sure everything was going well."

I leaned on the counter, eyes heavy on him, smiling, "And...?"

A part of me was still worried Dad might think it was not working or it was a hoax. Every time I put him under, I always ensured he was unaware that he went under, so how could he even know if he was actually being hypnotized?

He grinned. "And... I’m getting some incredible sex. Having you eat me out was incredible. I guess I had too many hang ups to realize how good it could be. Not sure if it’s like the placebo effect because I haven’t done anything except for listening to those audio files. A month ago, I would not have let you near my backdoor and last night you ate me out and shoved a dildo in me and it wasn’t bad. I actually enjoyed it.” He grinned, blushing a bit. He was adorable.

"It was amazing for me, too, Dad."

Dad had a knowing smirk as he walked towards me. He gave me a kiss and then lowered his shorts and turned around, bracing himself on the island.

"I, um, cleaned myself out again, son... you think you could rim me?” He blushed.

My first thought was uh oh, I created a horny monster. My second thought was fuck it, Dad’s ass is meaty as hell, and I wanted nothing more than to bury my face in there and munch away.

I crouched down and grabbed those meaty cheeks, slapping them a bit. Dad let out a small grunt.

“You have such an amazing ass, dad. Beautiful, muscled, hairy... a real man’s ass.” It was like tawdry newlywed sex, fucking around with Dad in every room of the house.

The man reached back and parted his buns. Dad’s trench was hairy and I loved that Irish Spring smell and the way his hairs there were almost fluffy soft. I licked the crevice. Dad liked that, but he LOVED it when my tongue made contact with his pucker.

"Oh God, son. Rim me, buddy.... Aw yeah, just like that."

Like the night before, he hiked his ass back and rode my face. But unlike the night before I had a good position to grip his ass to hold him steady when I wanted to power drill that hole with my tongue.

I probably alternated my rim approach and ate him out for ten solid minutes before I pulled back. I pressed a finger against his ring and watched it sink in. Deeper than that dildo last night. I wondered if Dad played with that toy while I was asleep, practicing as I slept next to him, unaware that my old man was fucking himself in preparation for my cock. Fuck, that turned me on, and I tried inserting two fingers with some extra spit. It was too much but Dad loved the combo of one finger inside and one finger along the outside of the ring.

"Come on buddy, stand up," he finally said. Not angry or scared about my exploration of his ass. He sounded out of breath, "Your turn stud, let me take care of you."

I pulled back and did what he asked as I pulled down my shorts. I had a pretty good idea I was going to be getting serviced by Dad.

“I think you may be obsessed with my ass just like I’m with your cock, huh.”

He was such a great cocksucker, something I would never say aloud to him. I don’t think we were there yet, but the man gave the best head. He knew exactly what I liked, and my favorite was how he would be on his knees with his eyes on me, looking up at my reaction to gauge how fast or slow he should go.

Of course, Dad did not disappoint with his performance. The big beefy guy got on his haunches and just went to town on my dong. I still remember the first time he blew me and surprised me at how amazing it was to have my father’s lips and tongue and throat on my cock. It just got better with the longer he and I fooled around. Steady bobs as he gave the base of my shaft a slight twist with his hand. The man was a milking machine and every time he sucked me off, it made me feel like the only man in the world.

"Oh SHIT!" I cried when dad deepthroated me out of nowhere. I was already horned up and had my eyes closed with my hands on his shoulders, rubbing them as he did his thing. The deepthroating was unexpected and that tripped my wire and got me firing my morning load.

Dad gulped it down expertly and stayed with my cock in his mouth while I rode the orgasm, which went on longer than usual. I had to pat his hair, urging him to slow down and finally pull off. He had a big grin when he did.

"That going to last ya, buddy?" He asked as he got up, his cock obscenely stretching the fabric of his shorts.

"How long does it have to...?” I nervously asked. I was already thinking of an afternoon quickie. If my dad’s ex thought he had a crazy libido, I must’ve inherited it as well and then some. I was ready to jump him again as he scratched his pec and with his thumb cleaned a bit of cum on his chin before putting it in his mouth and sucking it off.

"At least till tonight," he laughed at my reaction watching him suck off his thumb with remnants of my cum. He gave me a pat on the shoulder, "Go ahead and shower up son. I’ll fix some breakfast."

“Don’t you want to come and shower with me instead?” I asked as I tried to grab his cock.

He laughed and slapped my hand away before he spun me around and held me in his arms, “We’ll run out of the hot water if I go in with you, bud.” He gave me a kiss on the cheek and then slapped my ass, “Get in the shower, son, that’s a fatherly order.”

“Yes sir.” I did a half ass salute and left.

****

Later that morning, I set up in my office and met the Tech Bro for a consultation. Their customer service was exceptional. I replied to his email and within minutes, we had set up this meeting for the same day.

It was a great conversation. I was a little embarrassed to talk about all the sex stuff, but I figured that’s why we went with these guys. So, I told him about the progress with rimming and toy play.

Tech Bro gave me an "attaboy" smirk. "Glad to hear, Kyle. Is that what you wanted to get out of this?"

He knew there was more both sexually and otherwise, but I was hesitant to admit it.

"A lot of it, yeah," I replied, "I don’t wanna push D—uh, Brian to do something he doesn’t wanna do." I almost referred to him as Dad but had to stop myself.

"Like I mentioned before, Kyle, this just taps into Brian’s deeper desires, not run against them. Keep reminding yourself that if he doesn’t want to do something, he will not do them."

As he explained, I noticed Tech Bro was wearing a slim-cut navy suit without a tie. But my attention was drawn to his pocket square. I don’t know why I was so focused on that. Maybe because it looked old fashioned. Or something my CEO would wear or something. Or maybe it was just the pattern.

"Good," Tech Bro said. "You feel confident with the Protocol going forward." More of a statement rather than a question.

"Yeah," I responded confidently, "It took me a while to get the hang of it, but Brian seems really receptive and that helps."

Tech Bro smiled and nodded, "I’ve not met a more receptive subject in a long time Kyle."

I was strangely proud of that comment and a bit horny. I would definitely need Dad to help me out if he wasn’t tired or busy. I absentmindedly rubbed my crotch until we finished.

"Well, you guys are the best," I gushed.

He laughed, "Always glad to hear a customer is happy."

We wrapped up and signed off. I felt a little lazy that afternoon and though my cock was straining my shorts, my tiredness won out and I took a nap while Dad watched golf.

***

I hated Sunday evenings, since it meant the end of the week, but it had been an amazing, relaxing and unforgettable weekend with Dad. I sometimes worried if I’d ever get sick of this domestic life with my father. I smiled and decided no, I would never get sick of being with Dad. Only wish I could openly show him off as my husband rather than just my father...

I did the dishes after dinner, and he put them away. As he was finished with the last one, I dropped the trigger word. No need to have the theatrics of waiting it out or planning. After the conversation with the tech bro, I owned it, using the trigger that made dad into this beautiful zonked out hunk wherever we were.

"Power down."

Dad entered that relaxing state easily and readily.

Before, I’d been focused on specifics, but now, it was like a switch in mind shifted and now, I just wanted to get him under.

"You are in that white room, Brian." I said with confidence.

I was getting hard in my shorts as I stood a couple feet in front of him, matching his vacant stare with my own.

"Yes, it’s bright in here." He replied. It seemed like dad was beginning to be more confident in this state as well. He sounded as though he were awake and not under. I had to check and grabbed his hand, raising it and letting go. His arm fell and hit his side, but he did not register anything. My cock was beginning to hurt from straining my shorts.

"Yes it is... It is blindingly white. Soon, though, you are beginning to feel a faint breeze. Do you know where it is coming from?”

“No, I’m alone in here.”

“That’s not completely true, Brian. Kyle is always with you.” I grabbed his hand and he looked at me and smiled, “Kyle is here.”

“He is and he is going to be with you always, making sure you are safe and happy. Even now, you and Kyle realize that there is water coming into the room. It’s slowly filling the room until your feet are under the water.”

“Son, we have to leave. The water could rise.” I felt him tighten his grip and try to pull me in.

“As long as you are in the room with Kyle, nothing will happen to you, Brian.”

“But my son... I don’t want anything to happen to him.”

“As long as you are with Kyle in the room, nothing will happen to him. Both of you are protecting each other. Why is that?”

“We love each other.”

I smiled and caressed his hand. He lightened his grip, and his thumb began to caress my hand.

“Now Brian, the water is up to your ankles, the water is a beautiful blue, it is relaxing to be in the cool water flowing beneath you."

"I’m feeling relaxed." Dad said.

"You are safe in this white room. With the cool water, Kyle and his voice."

Dad was smiling, “My beautiful son... a real stud.”

I was breathing hard, this was really hot, dad’s innermost thoughts verbally expressed and, in his mind, I was ‘beautiful’ and a ‘stud,’ "You are safe with him." I said in a raspy voice.

Dad nodded.

"When the time is right, Kyle will guide you." I reached out with my free hand and touched his arm. As soon as I had made him feel safe and he felt my touch again, I could see dad get fully erect. He was chubbing a bit when I held his hand, but he lost it when he went into protection mode. Now that we were ‘safe’ he began to get hard again, sporting an equally angry boner like mine.

"With his body and his voice, he will lead you through this water safely."

"My son is such a good boy.” His breathing was getting heavy now.

If dad kept whispering sweet nothings to me, I would cum hands free.

"On the count of three you will return to your kitchen, once again following all instructions and suggestions and being unaware that you were under.” I let go of him and kept my close proximity with him.

"One... the water is drawing away.... Two.... the white is darkening, the water receding fully now.... Wake up...Three."

He blinked and smirked, mistaking my proximity with wanting to initiate something.

"Someone horny?" He asked.

Maybe he wasn’t so mistaken. "A little," I admitted.

Dad grinned, “Duty calls.” Dad crouched down in front of me and fished out my cock. I placed my hands on his shoulders and let him take care of me.

***

The work week hit in the worst way. My promotion meant I had more responsibility at work, which was translating into longer hours. Dad had dinner ready for me when I got home, but I was tired and stressed. I even begged off one of his blowjobs one night. He was sad but bounced back by giving me a foot rub as we watched T.V. and then another massage before bed.

I did make sure to put Dad under a couple of times, to reinforce the Protocol. Maybe it wasn't quite the rush of a turn on to do so now, almost a routine. But I didn't want to lose our progress. The novelty was wearing off, but I can’t deny it was working wonders.

I noticed the dildo had moved a couple times during the week. I guessed Dad was using the dildo on his own for his “bottoming exercises,” and I made a mental note to ask him about it later. Now, each time I came home, I would play “Where’s Waldo” with the dildo see if the dildo had traveled between rooms while I was away.

By the time Friday rolled around, I was ready for a special date night. Dad was in a giddy mood too, his eyes almost twinkling in excitement when he asked if I had anything I wanted to do that evening.

"Why don't you get cleaned out, Dad?" I asked. "That is, if you can wait a little for dinner."

The man undid the buttons on his plaid shirt. Damn he had a hell of a lot of muscle, more defined than before. He had been hitting the gym with more frequency now. He wasn’t jacked but was getting some real definition. Honestly, I loved my dad’s body before, but if he was hitting the gym harder AFTER we initiated the Protocol, well, that’s a nice bonus I thought.

"You got it, buddy," he said. Chipper as hell. This from a man who wouldn't even let me touch his ass a month ago. "Any chance I could get a taste of ya first? You know, as a preview?"

I grinned and unzipped my suit. Friday was business casual, but I was still trying to dress for success in my new role. I sat on the couch and let Dad scarf down my dong, slobbering on it, and working my length, before he pulled off.

"You're gonna cum soon, aren't ya?"

"Probably, yeah."

Dad gave another quick suck then pulled off. "Let's hold that thought, buddy."

As Dad got up, he walked away but stopped and looked back before saying, “I love when you wear your suits, son. Turns me on like no other seeing my executive stud in his tailored suits.” I bit my lip and grabbed hold of the cushions and concentrated on my breathing. This man was about to make me cum. God, I was the one that needed to get in a quick cold shower if I was going to survive without cumming.

While he showered and cleaned himself out with the new douche, I went to the bedroom and stripped down. I hadn't gotten off the day before and was hard as a rock and dad’s comment and oral service didn’t help at all. It felt like I had taken several Viagra pills for lunch.

I reclined on the bed naked except for a tie around my neck that dad had given me. It was funny, I never gifted dad with ties or socks for Father’s Day, but he would give me ties almost always on special occasions. I didn’t mind, especially since I wear a tie daily at work. Thinking of the ties helped me take a breather and get my erection under control until I started thinking about dad in a different light. I thought of when I would put dad under and what new suggestions I’d plant in his mind.

Finally my old man strutted in. All of his hot, blue collar muscle and his graying hair made him look incredible. Coyly, he had a towel wrapped around his waist, but he took it off and tossed it on the back of a chair.

"All ready for ya, son," he said as he got up on the bed, “Damn, buddy, you are pushing my buttons tonight, alright.” Just him saying that made me leak some pre.

"Could I eat a proper meal from that ass, dad?" I asked in a whispered voice. I was trying really hard not to shoot prematurely but dad was so fucking hot in that moment. His eyes ate me up, his hand was hot on my skin, and his fresh smell was intoxicating.

He straddled my waist, facing away, before backing his body towards me, "I think you could, son. I washed really well, bud, squeaky clean just for my boy."

"Let me show you my appreciation for cleaning yourself out..." I said as I kissed his left ass cheek, then his right. Dad leaned over some and reached back to pull his own buns apart.

Dad's hole was beautiful. Tight, puckered ring, just the right amount of fine hair around it. I leaned up and started licking.

"Buddy..." He pressed back into my munching mouth. I couldn't believe my father had gotten so into being eaten out. I think I surprised myself too by how much I loved to rim him. I was eating him, finally something to get my mind off my own leaking erection. I was in fucking heaven in that moment, munching on dad’s beautiful hole.

But as I worked his sensitive hole fast and slow, deep and shallow, I wanted to try more. I pulled back and teased the rim with my finger. The spit lubed the way and I watched Dad's hole open up enough to swallow my digit to the knuckle. Still tight as fuck but accepting. I prodded the entrance more. What surprised me more was that dad didn’t object in the least, letting me finger him. I needed to kiss him, show him how much I loved him.

"I wanna kiss you, Dad," I hissed.

"Yeah," he grunted and as he pulled away and turned around, I saw he was not only very erect, he was dripping mad. Like father like son, both men leaking like faulty faucets. He repositioned his body and I met him halfway, our mouths crashing together for a deep, wet kiss.

"Love ya, buddy," he growled into my lips.

"Love you too Dad. So much."

We kind of wrestled on the bed. Dad was bigger and stronger but he let me take the top position, my younger body positioned above his. Once I was there, Dad's eyes widened and he let out a choked groan. And like that, I felt his legs wrap around my waist and his hands clutch at my arms.

This was the hypnosis kicking in, I guess. I gave a sexy smirk to him as I reached over for the lube. Then I wedged my hand beneath our bodies to find that magic spot beneath Dad's legs.

"Damn!" he hissed the second I touched his pucker.

"Feel good, Dad?" I asked. I probed deeper. My fingers were extra lubed and soon Dad's hole would be too.

He nodded, urgent and vulnerable. "You have no idea, buddy."

I slathered the rest of the lube onto my cock and scooted in place.

"You're big," he hissed as I smeared the greasy liquid around his entrance, stimulating him in the process.

His eyes rolled back as his head hit the pillow under him. "God..." He grunted euphorically.

It was an awakening, the point of no return, he was getting that promised ‘pleasure tenfold’ I suggested to him before. He was being bombarded by pleasure from everything; my touch, my weight on his, my cock entering him, his ‘secret spot’ in his ass, amplified by his need to make me happy and deliver me pleasure with his body. Everything was perfectly aligned for dad to have an unforgettable date night.

I took in his momentary, out of body experience at the chance to power my hips forward. And like that, my dick was pushing into the tightest most wonderful sleeve. Wet and hot. I was wedged about four inches inside my father's cherry. Me, his son, I was breaching his cherry for real.

"Fuck!" I growled, overcome by the feeling and the knowledge I was taking Dad's virginity.

The man's eyes opened up and looked at me in a silent plea. His hands were gripping my arms too tightly and his tree trunk legs were crushing my sides, but I didn’t care. I saw fear on his face. Not pain, not discomfort, but something more primally psychological. I was going to help him through it, even if I had to endure this moment of discomfort too.

"Listen to my voice, Dad," I urged. My dick held dead still inside his guts as I looked down on him. "You're making me feel good, Dad. Feeling really great, thanks to you... I want to continue... I need to fuck."

I started sawing in and out with gentle, micro thrusts.

"God, son," Dad grunted. He was feeling a range of intense feelings. My cock, his stretched hole, the novel sensations of having his guts opened up. His eyes focused more intently on me, trying to follow the hypnotic suggestions that had been planted.

"This feels right, Brian," I grunted. This was the first time I'd called Dad by his first name outside of the hypnosis sessions. I was thrusting in and out of Dad now. Getting deeper. The man was still tight as fuck. I was getting a hell of a first ride. "Tell me this feels right."

Dad's voice was soft and deep. "It feels right, Kyle."

I fucked him faster, deeper. "I'm gonna try to hit your spot, Brian.... you gonna let your son all the way in?"

"I want you to, Kyle," Dad said. Eyes still trained laser focused on my face, his attention still craving my voice.

I slowed the in and out motion and jabbed at that deepest cherry spot with shallow thrusts. "Right there, Brian... Dad... feel it?"

He tried to keep his eyes on me, but his body was going into overdrive. He was sweating a lot. His legs were still pressing me tightly but with the sensation of my cock in his ass, I didn’t care. Dad soon screamed, "YES!"

His fingers tightened even more around my biceps, it actually hurt how with powerful his grip was.

"Oh, Kyle... son!"

"Feel it, Dad," I urged. I graduated from shallow jabs to full deep strokes into Dad. Giving him the full fuck his first time out. His face turned red and his body grew rigid. And hands free, his cock fired off. Heavy jets of Dad's seed shot out, all over his body, reaching his cheek and forehead even, his cum was that strong.

I couldn't hold off either. I was orgasming the hottest orgasm of my life. The load flooding Dad's no longer virgin guts matched the size of the one he was shooting. The whole time, his hand gripped me and his legs wrapped around my ass greedily.

We both broke into a smile as we came down from our mutually timed high. I didn't want to pull out yet, and Dad didn't want to unclench his legs just yet.

"That... buddy... was fucking amazing," Dad said.

"Dad... I didn't even dream it could be so good," I said.

We kissed and embraced. His legs and hands let up finally, letting our make out session be a comfortable experience for me. But, after a minute of this romantic kissing, we were both getting horned up again, wanting to experience what had just happened for a second or third time. We looked at one another and knew, we were going to fuck again.

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violetszone · 2 years

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I Will Take Care Of You

Lewis x fem!reader

From this request

Summary: You have a car accident on your way to meet Lewis for a dinner

WARNINGS: Bad English (I couldn't edit),angst,car crash

Lewis had to attend a pre-race interview, then you were going to have dinner together. You picked up the phone and looked at your last messages.During the interview, Lewis did not have his phone with him For this reason, you were also messaging with officer who might be with him.

You spent some time at home, finally got ready when the hour approached, it was raining, you got in your car and started to drive to your destination with Lewis. You entered a wooded road, there was a problem with your car, you seemed to be unable to control it, then it slipped well from the rain and your car somersaulted when the car coming from back crashed into yours.

Lewis was continuing his interview. Behind the camera, he was distracted by a momentary hustle and they paused the shoot for a moment. Someone went up to Lewis and said something about you having an car crash

Lewis left the interview in no time and started to drive to the hospital you were in. He was very nervous,couldn't think straight.He quickly parked the car in front of the hospital and went inside when he learned that you are in intensive care his heart misted ,your condition couldn't be that bad, right?

He came to the intensive care unit quickly. You didn't have a good relationship with your family, so no one came for you but Lewis. He watched you for a while from the window. His lover, whom he kissed on the forehead while sleeping, was now seriously injured inside he sat on the seats near the intensive care unit.

Hours passed, but the doctors did not informLewis was getting more and more worried, finally a nurse said he could come and visit you. Lewis put on special clothes and walked up to you.You were lying there with your eyes closed and connected to so many machines and it broke his heart.

He pulled up the chair next to you and sat down, grabbed your hand next to him, left a kiss, stepped back and started stroking your hair with his other hand."Hello baby, here I am, you would always make fun of me in case something happened to me no one would be there for me, but look, here I am, I've always been here waiting for you, please wake up" watched your face there was no change then you shook the hand holding your hand.

Lewis looked at your hand "Can you hear me YN baby open your eyes, did you just squeeze my hand" You slowly opened your eyes and looked around Lewis excitedly got up and went to the door to tell the doctor you waked up, you watched him when he came back to you

He took your hands again and gave lots of kisses "baby are you okay" you nodded "I'm fine it hurts a bit but I'm fine"

"oh god I'm so scared YN" you laughed "it's good to be afraid it keeps you alive" You laughed even more when he looked at your face as if to say 'are you serious'. The nurse came to check on you and said you had to stay in the hospital for one night and you approved. Lewis kept watch for you at night and never slept in case you needed anything.

When he woke up in the morning, lewis had fallen asleep in a chair next to him "oh lewis god your waist must be tight" he called out a few times and woke up "good morning my love are you okay" You said that you are fine and that you want to leave the hospital now Lewis went to the consultation and took care of the check-out process.

He came back to you again "don't scare me like that again YN" you packed your things and slowly started walking "I'll take care of you when I get home so you can't object, you're not fully recovered okay" You smiled and went to the car together.

#f1 imagine #violetszone #f1 blurb #f1 smut #f1 fluff #f1 2022 #f1 x you #lewis hamilton blurb #lewis hamilton drabble #lewis hamilton sweet #lewis hamilton fluff #lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton angst

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One of your earliest asks was about an erotes-variation where Bruce intentionally spiked them with the sex pollen because he realized everyone’s secret feelings for Tim were causing strife in the family, and he wanted to prevent any of them from going evil, etc.

Im just in love with this idea.

The batfam are all secretly madly in love and lust with Tim, and their various guilt complexes and frustrations over this are the reason they all kind of treat him like varying shades of shit.

But post erotes, when they all realize they are into Tim and nobody has any higher ground to stand on with regards to fucked up possessive incestuous tendencies, they quickly decide that Tim is now their shared sub 💕💕

Tim knows he should be concerned or angry that they made that choice without really consulting him, but he’s mostly just all warm and soft inside because everyone’s paying attention to him and being nice and they *want* him. It’s like he’s glowing.

Tim is still Red Robin, at least at first. However, everyone keeps steering him from the most dangerous missions, and during fights, he keeps getting picked up and whirled away because ‘he needed a rescue’. In this way, they sort of herd him out of active field work— after all, they reason, in the nicest way possible, Red Robin is kind of a filler figure anyway. Tim is at his best behind comms. Besides, they’d all get too worried if their baby was out their in danger— they need to know their sweet little sub is waiting safe and sound for them when they get back.

And again, Tim knows he should be upset, but he’s always kind of hated being Robin— it was a necessity, like a grueling job one needed to pay the bills. He only fought for it near the end because it was proof he was part of the family in some way.

But now he’s part of the family no matter whether he’s a superhero or not. They’ve made that very clear. (Bruce, in fact, put three new tiny trackers into Tim, and he was smiling all soft the whole time as he numbed the area and inserted them, like he thought it was very romantic. It kind of was.)

The batfam is so much more functional now that they can express their true feelings regarding Tim, and that they can openly be a little dark/morally dubious with it— this outlet prevents any of them from going off the rails or otherwise morally decaying.

And honestly, Tim *loves* being their adored free-use sub. None of them are ever *mean*, though he was scared of that in the beginning. It takes some time for him to learn to trust easily, to close his eyes and kneel or roll over without question, especially with Jason and Damian, but once he does— it’s so freeing, so safe.

Damian likes to mark out certain blocks in the calendar, usually a few days a month, where Tim can just be his full-time puppy. No comms, no outside work, just his adorable puppy sleeping in his big cage with all his blankies and happily rutting against Damian’s shoes, all eager to please.

Bruce likes being Tim’s daddy. He feels bad that he wasn’t really a father figure for Tim like he was for Jason and Dick, so in his eyes, this is how he makes up for it. He gets to act on all those urges and fantasies he repressed behind a stoic facade. Tim sitting on his lap, watching cartoons, cuddling close to him at night. His little breathy moans as Bruce hovers over him, blocking out anything but his daddy, protecting him from the world, gently working his cock into that tight little hole. Tim all pink as he rides his daddy’s face, thick hands gripping his thighs and forcing him to grind *down*.

to dick, Tim is his permanent adorable little brother. He’s huge into brocon— here, Timmy, I can help you. Let me carry you around, Timmy. I’ll make you feel good, I promise. He’s always showing off to try and impress him.

Honestly cass is a slightly rougher, quieter version of

To Jason, Tim is his adorable little wifey. He’s super domestic— he likes to cook for Tim, to have sweet, sappy vanilla sex, to have sweet, sappy, kinky sex— the list goes on. He loves ‘providing’ for his little wife, gently dominating him— he’s a total simp honestly. He’s the one who most gets off the idea of him having a long, bloody night as the red hood and coming home to his pretty little Tim waiting for him.

They have a nice collar made with all of their names carved on the inside, so that he never forgets who he belongs to 💕

Him just walking down the halls of the manor until Dick comes out of a hallway and just grabs his wrist, leading him along without a word. Turns out him and Bruce and Damian are watching a movie, and they need Tim to sit at their feet and be a pretty warm little thing. It’s not even always sex, a lot of the time Tim is just used like a teddy bear, snatched for snuggles and hair pets and all the like. It’s not uncommon to walk into somebody busy at work on a laptop while absentmindedly petting the hair of Tim, who is snuggled into their side.

🥺🥺🥺🥺 tim getting the love he's craved and needed from his family- each of them caring for him, loving, and fucking him in their own ways. tim being so happy to be this small, adored, little kept thing.

he was not made for hard life, he never wanted it to begin with! but someone had to do it. but now? now he can be sweet and soft and owned!

he can be this adored, kissed, and lovingly handled little thing.

he's wonderfully fucked by his family who loves him so dearly and he's treasured by them as well.

he's so utterly theirs and tim has never been happier!!!!

#anonymous #asks #answered asks

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The Broken Sapphire

TITLE: The Broken Sapphire PAIRING: Aemond/OC RATING: T CHAPTER: One-shot SUMMARY: Aemond’s wife Lilithiel Martell keeps having dreams.

[A/N - How G.R.R.M. keeps his family trees/relations, I will never understand...I can’t tell you how many times I had to consult the SOIAF wiki and try to figure out how everyone’s related.]

Lilithiel walked through a dark crypt.

But instead of tombs, there were small urns surrounded by skulls of dragons. Near the end of the crypt, there was a skull sitting on a pedestal.

Behind the skull was a large dragon skull. It had to be Vhagar’s, but then who’s skull was sitting in front of it.

Lilithiel approached it and carefully picked the skull up. One eye socket was empty and the other held a splintered sapphire.

Oh gods. The skull was that of her husband and prince Aemond Targaryen.

Lilithiel let out a piercing scream as she dropped the skull.

The skull cracked and the sapphire shattered.

The fire from the torches reflected in the gem like dragon fire.

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Hands were shaking Lilithiel. Her eyes shot open.

“I’m here, my love. It was just a dream.”

Her eyes found Aemond. Her hand shakily landed on his cheek. “Take it off,” she whispered.

Aemond pulled the eye-patch and Lilithiel’s cold fingers stroked his cheekbone right under the sapphire in his eye socket. “You’ve had another dream, haven’t you?” Aemond asked.

Lilithiel sighed and rolled over, away from her husband.

Aemond wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her neck while rubbing her pregnant stomach.

Despite being a Martell and not of Targaryen/Velaryon blood, she still had dreams that sometimes came true. Although she didn’t speak in riddles like her sister-in-law Helaena.

“Will you tell me about it?” Aemond asked.

“Dark crypt. Dragon skulls. Your skull. Broken sapphire.”

Sometimes Aemond didn’t understand his wife’s dreams until they came true.

“Your skull. Broken sapphire,” Lilithiel repeated.

“Shhh. Nothing will happen.”

Lilithiel scoffed. “This civil war has caused how many deaths already? You killed your nephew Lucerys, so Daemon had two assassins kill Jaehaerys. Helaena has been slowly going mad. How many more people must die or suffer?”

Aemond sighed and kissed his wife’s temple. “That is not for you to worry about. Worry about taking care of our child. Stress is not good for the baby.”

Lilithiel rolled her eyes. Despite everyone North of Dorne considered the Dornish to be savages, Lilithiel would argue it was the other way around.

Women in Dorne would have never allowed their husbands to treat them the way Aemond sometimes treated her. Behind closed doors, he was a dutiful and doting husband. But in front of the court, sometimes he could be rather cold.

“Everything will be fine, my love,” he reassured her, “Go back to sleep. You need your rest.”

Lilithiel rolled over into her husband’s chest and closed her eyes, hoping she would not have any more dreams.

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Word reached the Keep that Daemon was at Harrenhal.

Aemond wanted to go to Harrenhal and challenge his brother-in-law/uncle, but Lilithiel begged him not to go. She had a bad feeling. She only got that feeling when a dream was close to coming true.

“Don’t leave me so close to the birth. Daemon can wait a little longer.”

“But…”

Lilithiel grabbed Aemond’s hand and placed it on her stomach. “Please, my love. I’m scared. Do not leave me all alone.”

Aemond sighed and looked down at his sweet wife and saw the fear in her eyes.

This was her first child, so she had a right to be scared. Queen Aemma and Princess Laena had died in childbirth before her. She needed him by her side.

He kissed her forehead. “Daemon can wait,” he agreed.

A few days later, Daenerys II was born, named for his great-grandfather’s King Jaehaerys’ sister Daenerys who had died in childhood. The two hoped she would be as loved as her namesake had been.

The birth of his daughter gave Aemond a new purpose. He wanted to be there for his daughter and any other children Lilithiel would give him. He would make sure that his wife’s dream of the broken sapphire would not come true.

A/N - We are definitely gonna get to see Aemond’s sapphire eye come Sunday and I am so excited!

#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen imagines #aemond/oc #house of the dragon #house of the dragon imagines #game of thrones #game of thrones imagines #GOT #got imagines #HOTD #HOTD imagines

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Top Surgery/ Recovery Experience

I’m currently 3 days post-op from having peri with Mr Kneeshaw and his team in Hull so I thought I would write about my experience. This is everything that happened across the last 4 days from travelling up to Hull to surgery and my stay in the hospital to the journey back home. Apologies for weird layout, I’m on mobile.

I was scheduled for surgery on the 8th of March at 7:30am so my partner and I travelled up the day before by train and stayed in the Ibis near the station. We arrived at about 9:30pm as we left Cardiff at about 4pm due to me only being able to get a partial day of work. The train journey up wasn’t too bad, we had reserved seats that were close to each other (not always next to each other due to how busy it was but that was ok). We made sure to pack everything into one suitcase, one backpack and one small gym bag that was used as my overnight bag while in the hospital so that my partner could carry everything back on his own after surgery. As I wasn’t allowed to eat anything past midnight we stayed up pretty late to eat before going to bed. I was also rather anxious too so I wouldn’t have been able to sleep right away. Ive never had any kind of surgery before so I was worrying about what could happen and what it would feel like for a few days before which lead to several nights of not sleeping well.

On Wednesday we woke up at 6am, I had my final shower for a few weeks which I did take my time with and savour. It's only been 3 days so far and I already feel disgusting even though my partner has been helping me wash with baby wipes every morning since getting out of the hospital. Since my overnight bag had already been packed I didn’t need to do much in the morning except make sure my phone charger was added to it. In the end, I only ended up taking my dressing gown, slippers, a pair of joggers and a button shirt to wear as pyjamas and my phone charger. We left the hotel a little later than we had planned so we had to run to the bus station so that we would get the bus in time.

Hull does have a lot of buses that go to the hospital which is very good. We got on the 105 at 6:40 and we ended up getting to Entrance 2 of the hospital at about 7:10. We had to ask where ward 16 was at the main reception as the signs didn’t really make it clear but it wasn’t far and we arrived at the ward at about 7:20am.

Once we arrived they showed us to my room. They are all privet rooms with their own bathrooms which is very nice. While we waited for Mr Kneeshaw and his people to come to see us several nurses came around with things for me. They gave me a gown and a pair of compression stockings, and then someone came over with the evening meal menu for me to select what I wanted to eat in the evening. The food options were more extensive than I was expecting which was nice. Mr Kneeshaw came round shortly after to talk me through the procedure and to draw on me. We agreed on my nipples being in a slightly lower position than the average cis guy's nipples as my nipples sat kinda low anyway. I knew this would be happening when we discussed it in my initial consult back in August 2021 and I'm happy with it since it's not a big deal for them to be slightly lower than average to me. I then got changed into the gown and stockings and a nurse collected me from my room at 9am. They let me keep my own underwear on with the gown which I was thankful for. My partner left the hospital when I was taken down to the theatre as he wasn’t allowed to stay while I was in surgery. He got the bus from the hospital back to the hotel and waited for me to let him know I was awake.

When they took me down I had to sit in a little waiting area for a few minutes while they got my paperwork. After confirming my name, date of birth and allergies for the 10th time that morning they took me into the operating room. It was very cold there. I was in a thick fluffy dressing gown and I was still starting to shiver. They got me to lie on the table and gave me a warm blanket so that I wasn’t as cold. The people were all lovely and chatted with me as they got me prepped for surgery. They put a sticker on my glasses so that they knew they were mine before taking them off me. The anesthesiologist put the cannula into my hand which didn’t hurt that much but still wasn’t pleasant and then they gave me the oxygen mask and told me to take some deep breaths. Apparently, the anaesthetic was a multiple-part thing but I only saw the first part get put in as I was unconscious before the guy could even finish his sentence about what he was doing.

I woke up in recovery at 12:30 roughly, there was a clock on the wall in front of me so that was the first thing I saw. People are right when they say it doesn’t feel like any time had passed. It felt like I had blinked and, at that moment, had gone from the operating table to a bed in recovery. It was a little disorientating but since it had already been explained to me that’s what it would be like it didn’t take long for my brain to catch up. When I woke up I wasn’t in pain at all and I didn’t feel sick either, something they told me would likely be a possibility. I just felt a little sleepy. They took me back up to my room not long after I woke up and gave me my phone as I had left it on the bedside table. I text my partner to tell him I was awake and that he could come and see me now. Because of how far away we were staying and the bus times (it takes 40 minutes roughly for the bus to get from the bus/train station to the hospital) it took him about an hour and 15 minutes to actually arrive but that was ok because I knew he would be on his way so wasn’t worried. After texting him I called the nurse to help me get up to use the bathroom. As it was my first time standing after surgery she helped me get up off the bed and into the bathroom. I felt a little weird about having her there while I used the bathroom so I told her I would be fine on my own and she agreed to wait outside to help me back into bed after. It was difficult at first trying to sit down on the toilet since my legs felt really weak and I couldn’t put any pressure on my arms either to help lower myself. I got there eventually though and it was easier to get up after than it was to sit down. The nurse helped me back into bed and I slept for the remainder of the time before my partner arrived. About 5 minutes before he turned up a nurse came in to check my blood pressure, temperature and pulse rate so I was awake when he got there. Oh, I should mention that when I got up to use the bathroom they gave me two fabric bags to put the drains in and hang around my neck. These make walking around a lot easier.

Mr Kneeshaw and his team came to see me at about 4pm. He very briefly undid the post-op binder to check my chest was ok and he even quickly took a picture for me. I asked since I couldn’t get the angle myself to do it. After that, he put the binder back on tight and told me I couldn’t take it off at all now until my drains came out the next Friday. He said that everything went well with the surgery and looks good so left me to rest for the evening. Roughly every 2-3 hours someone would come in to check my blood pressure, pulse rate and temperature, this continued all the way through the night altho I didn’t mind too much as they were always polite about needing to wake me up.

After Kneeshaw had left, now that the binder was on slightly tighter than it previously had been I felt a little bit of pain down the centre of my chest. The nurses gave me paracetamol but told me I could have tramadol too if the pain got any worse. Luckily it didn’t and the paracetamol was all I needed. My partner stayed until about 6pm and then left so that we could both get some sleep. I spent the rest of the night in and out of sleep with the nurses coming in every few hours. At one point in the night, at about 1am I thought I could feel liquid dripping down both my sides so I called for someone to check I hadn’t dislodged a drain. I couldn’t feel any pain though but at the time I thought that was because whatever pain medication they gave me in the operating room was still in my system. Two nurses came to check on my dressing and it turned out it was just sweat I could feel and my drains were perfectly fine. The room was incredibly hot in the hospital and the blankets they use are extremely good at keeping you warm. No matter what I did in the room I was still too hot so in the end, I had someone turn the fan on and then I used the blanket to cover me from the waist down only so that I could sleep without melting.

I was woken up again at 6am by someone who emptied my drains for me. He did show me how to do it but because I was still half asleep I wasn’t really paying attention. At roughly the same time another person wanted to check my blood pressure again and after they had both left I went back to sleep. I was woken up again at 7:30 by someone letting me know breakfast was on its way and asking what I wanted. I ended up having a bowl of Weetabix at about 8am with a glass of milk. After I had finished my breakfast I went back to sleep but that didn’t last long as at 8:45 roughly I was woken up again by another nurse wanting to change my bedsheets and give me a fresh gown. I got the option to stay in the bed while they changed sheets or sit in the chair, I opted for the chair as I could walk around a little anyway and staying in the bed just seemed like it would be weird and uncomfortable. The nurse helped me get my slippers on and get into the chair before she changed all the sheets for me. She also helped me into a clean gown which I am thankful for as moving my arms wasn’t very easy at the time. I slept again until Ralph, one of Mr Kneeshaw's team came in to check on me and see if I could be discharged. He said that everything looked good and I could go back to the hotel when I was ready.

Because of the way the hotel bookings worked we had to change hotels on Thursday as the Ibis didn’t have any space for us for Thursday night. The split booking was the cheapest way to do things and since travelling alone was costing a fortune we decided this was the best way to do things. Due to the difference in check out/ check in times my partner was set to come to the hospital with all our bags at about 12 and then we would be able to check in to the new hotel at 3pm. When I explained this to Ralph and the nurses they said It was perfectly fine to wait until the afternoon before leaving and I couldn’t leave without my partner coming to get me anyway.

My partner arrived shortly after 12. He helped me eat some lunch as I was still having trouble lifting my arms enough to reach my mouth with a fork and then he helped me wash with baby wipes and get changed into the joggers and shirt I had bought with me as pyjamas since I never ended up using them as such and just stayed in the gown while in the hospital. I asked for someone to come and show us how to empty & reseal the drains again as I was half asleep when they did it in the morning and my partner needed to know anyway. After we were shown that they handed me my discharge papers, an information leaflet about the drains, a sick note to give to my work and a feedback survey to fill out. I completed the survey while my partner made sure everything was packed up and then we left. We got a taxi down to the hotel as we both thought getting on the bus might have been too bumpy for me to handle at the time which im grateful for.

We checked into the Gilson Hotel, close to the train station when we got back to the city. I hadn’t really looked up the hotel before booking it as my only priority at the time was making sure It was close to the station and cheap. It had stairs leading from the entrance door to the reception, with no lift. While not ideal this wasn’t too much of a problem as I could walk up the stairs, I just had to do it slowly and one step at a time with a little pause in between each one. There was a lift from the reception to the other floors though which was good. We were on the 2nd floor but since there was a lift it wasn’t an issue. I didn’t know the layout or design of the hotel before I booked it and it turned out that there were two steps in order to get up to the hotel door from the hallway. Again not ideal but not a massive problem for me. This hotel definetly isn’t accessible though.

Sleeping in the hotel was a little difficult, the bed was low down which was great for getting up and down for me since I am rather short but it also had really thin pillows which made it difficult to prop myself up. We ended up using 3 pillows to create a slightly slanted back rest against the headboard, rolled up my jacket and put it under my left elbow to keep my arm propped up since that was the only comfortable position for it that didn’t hurt and I used only my dressing gown to cover me up since the hotel room was even hotter than the hospital room was.

After a somewhat uncomfortable night where I only slept for about 4-5 hours I woke up and my partner helped me empty my drains at roughly 8am. We were told to do them once every morning at roughly the same time and keep track of what comes out so we measure the ml of each one with a little jug and keep a note of it. We had breakfast and then discovered that the snow had caused mayhem with our travel plans.

We needed to be back in Cardiff by 5pm as we had a house viewing scheduled (I know, it’s a really awkward time to be doing this but our Landlord gave us notice to leave on the 28th Feb so time isn’t really something we have on our side for this situation. We did try arranging the viewing for before we left but unfortunately that just wasn’t possible). Anyway because of the time restraints and our tickets being valid only on off-peak trains we had planned to get the 10:23am train which would have gotten us back in Cardiff at 3pm. Unfortunately, this train was cancelled and the train before it wasn’t considered off-peak so we couldn’t get on that one. This meant that we had to get on the 11:26am train from Hull and that we had lost our reserved seats. This wasn’t ideal but it would still get us back just before the viewing so that’s what we did.

Since it was such a long trip the journey was split into three trains; Hull to Sheffield, Sheffield to Bristol Parkway and then finally Bristol to Cardiff Central. Hull to Sheffield was fine, we sat in priority seating since I struggled to walk long distances still at this point and definitely couldn’t stand up for long periods of time. The plan was to do this all the way back to Cardiff however unknown to us at the time a lot more trains had been cancelled which caused issues later down the line. Sheffield to Bristol was packed. I mean truly rammed. When we got on people were already standing in the walkways because there were no seats. Since I needed to sit down my partner had me get on the train first and basically b line for a carriage to find a seat. When I got on there were no seats at all. I tried asking several people who were sitting in the priority seats if they would mind giving up their seats for me and explained my condition and that my original train had been cancelled so I no longer had reserved seating. No one would allow me to sit. My partner was still out in the walkway by the doors with the bags since he couldn’t get through, not that there would be much point anyway. After asking a few more people if I could have their seat and being told no the train started to move so I gave up trying to find a seat and shuffled back to my partner. He wedged our suitcase between the wall and one of the internal carriage doors and had me sit/lean on that while keeping his arms around me to stop anyone from knocking into me while the train was moving. After about an hour a lady who was also in the doorway section with us spotted someone getting up from their seat in the other carriage to get off at the approaching stop and told us so that I could go and sit down. By the time I had gotten there though someone else had sat down in that seat and put headphones in. Luckily another lady offered me her seat when I explained that I had just had surgery and needed to sit down. I was very thankful to her and we chatted for a bit. The seat turned out not to be her reserved seat either so she warned me that someone might try to claim the seat later. When the train got to Birmingham a lot of people got off and I saw the display screens say there were two available (not reserved seats) opposite the aisle where I was so I decided to move into one of them so that there wouldn’t be a problem if the person who’s seat I was in did actually come to claim it. Since so many people got off my partner was able to make his way into the carriage now and I text him to let him know the seat next to me was available and asked him to bring some painkillers as I was in quite a lot of pain at this point. He came and sat down and gave me the tablets and then a lady came by claiming I was in her seat and that I had to move. I was a little out of it because of the pain I was in so all I managed to say was that I couldn’t move as I had surgery. The lady wasn’t happy with this and insisted it was her seat, even though there were many other empty seats in the carriage. My partner looked at the display unit and pointed out that it was still showing as not reserved and then when that didn’t seem to change the situation he lifted one of my drains out of the cloth bags the hospital had given me and showed it to the lady saying again that I had just had surgery and there was no way he was moving me now. She went to sit in one of the other vacant seats after that. It was a pretty easy journey from then on. I was in a lot of pain though from when I had been standing up so I had more painkillers and then ended up sleeping for a good chunk of the journey. My partner woke me up a little before our stop in Bristol and then helped me off the train. Bristol to Cardiff was pretty uneventful, we sat in priority seats again and it only took about half an hour to get to Cardiff. We got an uber home from the station since we were both very tired after the day of travelling.

I have to keep the drains in until Friday next week when I go back to hull to have them taken out. The post op binder has to stay on for 6 weeks however after the drains come out I will be able to remove it for a few minuets every couple of days to wash, whereas right not I’m not allowed to remove it at all. I was told I could return to work after two weeks and could drive again after the 2-3 week mark if I felt like I could handle the seatbelt against my chest. I can also start exercising again lightly after 6 weeks.

Recovering is going to be a long process but I’m so glad this finally happened. I’ve been waiting over 4 years since I was first referred for top surgery and honestly it was worth it. I feel so happy that it’s finally here.

#ftm #transgender #transman #transguy #personal #top surgery #mr kneeshaw #top surgery results #top surgery recovery #my experiences #trans #trans man #gay ftm #ftm transgender #transmale #gender affirming surgery #chest surgery

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Bold: Spot x Manhattan girl (Newsies/ West Side Mafia)

I luv my family. To me, family is everything. At foist, I was noth’n but a scrawny goil from ‘Hattan who thought she knew everyth’n.

Boy was I wrong.

When I met Jack Kelly, everyth’n changed.

Kelly. The Jack Kelly! The leader of the Manhattan mafia and one of the most feared men on the Eastern Seaboard!

When he found me, he saw potential.

He taught me to punch, dodge, spy. Taught me to kick, fight, and lie. Now I’s got a reputation of my own, and all-a New York knows it. Even Riff’s gang-a Jets knows it.

Yeah, Riff. Riff Lorton. Leader of the West Side Jets gang. Bit of a bastard for my taste, consider’n he’s always arrang’n rumbles with the Sharks.

But anyways…

Jack brought me into the Manhattan family and basically adopted me! Sarah, his wife, is not only my best friend but also my forcefully-adopted sister. I tell her anyth’n and everyth’n that goes on in my life, and she listens. She don’t tell nobody, and we’s have an unspoken understand’n.

Race, on the odda hand, is a different story. Anthony ‘Racetrack’ Higgins, is Jack’s 2nd in command. And I swear to God, I’m gonna kill him. Race not only takes every second-a my life to annoy me, but also picks at my every flaw.

“Yer face is too mean.”

“You punch like a goil!”

“I could do that bedda in my sleep!”

What can I say, he can be a huge pain-in-the-ass.

Davey’s not so bad, though. David ‘Mouth’ Jacobs, 3rd in command and Jack’s poisonal consultant, is the string of sanity tie’n this family togedda. He met Jack through Sarah, his sister. His brodda Les Jacobs is Jack’s ward, and is friends with Baby John, the spy from the West Side. The Jacobs are a calm, but smart bunch. It’s never a dull moment when the Jacobs are mixed with the Manhattan chaos! Charlie ‘The Crutch’ Morris the accountant, Boots the messenger, Kid Blink and Mush Myers as security, spies Skittery and Snipeshooter, and Specs the scribe.

I luv my family.

And the rest is history.

But right now, Jack’s request’n my attendance.

“Kat! Office, now!”

I groan.

Race smirks. “Oooh, you’s in trouble!”

I smack him. “Shut it, Higgins!”

I enter the ‘Hattan meet’n room, a glorious work of interior design. The tall oak walls reach up to a dome ceiling, surrounded by bookshelves and chandeliers. A cop might think it’s a library, but we’s know bedda. Jack’s desk sits near the grand window overlook’n tha city.

“Come in, Kat. Come in.”

I cautiously waltz in, know’n all-too-well that Jack has a knack for use’n me to vent out his problems, but I don’t mind.

“You called, Cowboy?”

He nods, look’n away from tha window. “Got an errand for ya, in Brooklyn. You know Spot?”

Ugh. Spot ‘King’ Colon. The titled ‘King of Brooklyn’ who rules with an iron fist. I avoid that place like tha plague, and when I do go I neva have an urge to make friends. I thought I knew Spot once, before he left me to die in an alley after a disagreement. Heaven forbid I disagree with the infamous Spot Colon.

“Yeah, briefly. Why? What’d he do?”

Jack chuckles. “‘S not what he did, but what he’s gonna do. Supposedly some-a Brooklyn’s gang is organize’n a rumble with the Jets. Obviously Baby John told Les, who told Davey, who told me. And now I’m tell’n you.”

“Why? Whaddaya want me to do? You knows as good as I do that Riff ‘nd Spot are the most stubborn men in New York!”

“But they’ll listen to you.”

I scoff. “Why?”

“‘Cause you’s a goil. Sorry to say this, Kat, but there ain’t many goil members we got in our family. But that’s also an advantage. I know Spot. He’d neva hurt a goil, especially you. Riff, on the odda hand, will go into a rumble fists-a-fly’n. Once King sees there’s a goil member involved, he’ll hold off the rumble ‘til he speaks with you. Got it?”

I groan. “What’s the errand?”

“No objections? Good!” Jack stands up, walks ova, and hands me a simple envelope. “Deliver this.”

“That’s it?”

Jack’s gaze narrows. “Lose this, and don’t eva bother come’n back.”

I gulp. O-Ok.

“Sure thing, Cowboy. Do I go alone?”

Jack loosens up. “It’s for tha best. There’s safety in numbers, but if those gangs see half-a the ‘Hattan mob show up with you then there could be an all-out turf war. Go alone, stay discrete, stay safe.” He brings me in for a hug. “You know I’d neva make you do someth’n I thought was dangerous.”

“What about Tony?”

“He ‘nd Maria have been lay’n low. Too many disagreements go’n on, so I’s been make’n sure they’s safe.”

I nod. “Good. They’s a good couple. Hate to see ‘em get hurt.”

Jack makes a call and in no time a brand-spank’n new car rolls up to take me to Brooklyn. As I look out tha window, I notice how tha calm streets of ‘Hattan turn into a more serious atmosphere as we enter Brooklyn. It’s no secret that King keeps a thumb on crime in his territory- maybe a bit too much.

“Nearly there, Kat,” Mush calls from tha driver’s seat. “Sure hope everyth’n goes ok- hate to have to pick you up in a bodybag.”

I grunt. “Thanks for tha encouragement, Mushy.”

“Anytime!”

He drops me off at tha Brooklyn bridge, a well-known safe and off-limits territory for meetings. I recognize Bucky, Spot’s #2, who is wait'n for me.

“Hey, Bucky. How goes it?”

“Spot’s Hell-bent on a rumble. Whadda you think?”

“Fair enough. I’s just here to talk.”

“I guessed. Figure’d Cowboy would send you to break the ice. Spot’s never been tha same since you left.”

My eyes narrow. “I had my reasons.”

Bucky holds up his hands. “I know, I know. But you should know that he still cares for ya, he really does. You’s the only one who can calm him down, and I just hope you’s not too late, ‘cause Riff’s already made contact.”

Oh. That complicates things. I was hope’n to reach Spot before tha rumble started, but I guess I gotta speed things up.

“Where?”

Bucky points to a nearby alley. “Plymouth Street. It’s wide-open and away from Pulitzer’s cops. But be careful- I’s heard that Detective Weasel’s been snoop’n around and try’n to land Spot in jail.”

I groan. “He’s woik’n with Krupke, ain’t he?”

“Accord’n to Katherine, yes.”

Oh, right. Katherine Pulitzer, the police chief’s daughter. She and Denton are our ins and outs of police activity, which can come in handy when you’re in a pinch.

“Got it. I’ll be careful, but right now I gotta stop a turf war.”

I head into the alley, and immediately hear:

“King! You ready to rumble?”

That must be Riff.

“Only if you’s ready to apologize, ya bastard!”

And that’s Spot.

I poke my head around the corner, and see that it’s equally divided: Brooklyn vs Jets. Riff has a cocky grin on his face, while Spot… looks more mad than I’ve ever seen him. At foist I think it’s just gonna start with Riff ‘nd Spot slug’n it out- then I see Riff’s switchblade.

Oh God.

“Let’s bounce, buddy boy!”

Riff advances, while Spot looks as if he could kill Riff then and there. But I won’t let that happen.

“Colon!” I bark, make’n my presence known.

Riff sees me, and starts laugh’n.

“Hey, King! It’s yer goil!”

Now all tha Jets is laugh’n, make’n faces and whistle’n at me.

When Spot hears me, he whips his head around and his eyes go wide- not by surprise, but with fear.

“Kat? Kat! Whaddya do’n? Get oudda here before ya get hurt!”

But I don’t. Instead, I sassy-walk up to tha 2 leaders and put a hand between ‘em.

“Sorry, boys, but I gots an appointment to see a certain someone named Spot Colon.”

Riff grunts. “Really, doll, you’s crazy if you think you’s can just waltz in and interrupt a rumble-”

“Shut it, Lorton. Be glad that Cowboy’s sent me on good terms. Don’t forget that Tony owes him a favor. I know he’s got connections with Denton, who could pass on a few secrets to Krupke and have you sent away for life.”

Riff’s jaw tightens, but eventually he backs away.

“Next time I see you, King, you’s dead meat! That goes for yer goil too!”

Spot lunges at him, but me ‘nd Mouthpiece break tha two leaders apart.

I glare at him. “Last chance, Lorton. One call, and you’s Krupke’s problem!”

I take my chance and grab Spot’s tie, lead’n him back to the alley.

“Kat- it’s really you. I- I thought you was-”

“Dead? Lifeless? Sleep’n with tha fishes? Well you’s wrong then, weren’t ya?”

King frowns. “I’d heard rumors that you’d gone to ‘Hattan, that you’s Cowboy’s poison now.”

“That’s right. And he sent me to give you this, along with tha threat on my life if I didn’t deliver it.”

I hand him tha envelope, which he takes gingerly and opens it. It takes no more than 30 seconds for him to read it, and when he’s finished his face changes to a noivous, anxious expression.

“Kat, I- What I did, it- What I’m try’n to say is-”

“Forget it. I’s done my job, now I godda head back.” I turn to leave, but King softly grabs my wrist. A part of me nearly gives him a good shiner, but anodda part of me wants to hear him out.

“P-Please. Don’t leave. I luv you-”

I can’t believe this.

I chuckle darkly and shake my head. “No ya don’t.”

Spot ignores me. “Please, Kat. I luv you.”

“If you luv me, you wouldn’t’ve left me. Do you know how cliché you sound right now?”

I yank my hand away and strut towards tha bridge, but Spot keeps up.

“Kat, I miss you. I’s neva stopped think’n ‘bout what I did, and I wanna make it right. I thought you’s was just try’n to betray me, but-”

I pivot and cage Spot to tha wall, look’n him dead in the eye.

“But I was actually try’n to be nice? Try’n to care about you? Well too late, Spot. If life’s taught me anyth’n, it’s that I can only trust my family. My new family. Believe me, I sometimes wish I could get oudda this life and into one that doesn’t have goons ‘nd cops try’n to kill me every day. But life ain’t fair, so I godda woik with what I got.”

“You got me.”

Spot’s eyes are now swim’n with unshead tears, and it’s tha closest I’s eva seen tha King of Brooklyn cry. But still…

I hang my head and sigh.

“I thought I did. And then you left me there to die.”

Spot brings a hand up to caress my cheek.

“Kat, I-”

I shove Spot and step back away from his touch.

“Can it, Colon! You’s know very well what you did! Those Jets nearly beat me to death, and yet you didn’t wanna step on any toes, so ya just left me there! And ya still wonda why I don’t trust you-!”

Spot suddenly gets unnerved.

“Why do ya think I’s in a rumble against the Jets now?!”

“‘Cause you’s stubborn, that’s why!”

“No! It’s ‘cause I wanna do to them what they’s did to you.”

Wait- he- Really?

I just stare at him and lean against tha wall, try’n to piece things togedda.

“Y-You- I-”

Spot, see’n I’s calmed down, steps ova and gently places his hands on my shoulders. When I don’t flinch or try to escape, he wraps me up in a hug and rests his head on top of mine. And it’s in this moment that I can smell his cologne, tha smell of saltwater and woodsmoke. Every moment I’ve spent with Spot comes flooding back, and it makes me wanna melt into him and neva let go.

“Don’t leave me, Kat. I luv you. It took nearly lose’n you to make me realize that, but I wanna do whateva it takes to make you mine. Please-” His voice cracks, and when I lift my head up I see an unusual sight: Spot Colon is cry’n. “Please forgive me. I can’t live without you. I’ll never let anybody hurt you again for as long as I breathe. You’s tha most special, beautiful goil tha Maker ever created, and I want you to know that you’s the only person who can make me cry.”

I give a shy smile, and he chuckles a little while try’n to wipe away his tears.

“What did that note say?” I ask.

Spot tries to act casual. “’S noth’n, just a note-”

“Spot. What did it say?” I ask more directly.

Spot hesitates, then: “It said: ‘Break her heart, and I break you.’ Signed Jack Kelly.”

I stifle a laugh. “Typical Cowboy, Always the matchmaker.”

“Seriously, Kat. I-”

“Shh.” I hope a finger to his lips and his eyes go wide. “You’s got a reputation to uphold- ya can’t be seen cry’n with a goil! So straighten up and go do what you do best, Sean.”

At tha use of his real name, Spot looks as if he’s been born again.

“D-Does this mean you-?”

I lean in and merge my lips into his, wrap’n my arms around him and grasp’n his soft hair. Spot lets out what sounds like a gasp and a moan, and then pulls me impossibly closer to him. We stay like this for who knows how long, 2 old friends with no care in tha woild. Tha kiss becomes more heated and sloppy, and soon Spot’s hand is rub’n up and down my back- which makes me lean into him more. But we both need to breathe, and when we come apart for air Spot has a look of complete smittenness on his face.

“Yes, Sean. I forgive you. You know as well as anyone that I ain’t a good liar, so I’ll save tha trouble of try’n to hide my feel’ns for ya.” I kiss his forehead. “I miss you too, Spotty, even though ya drive me crazy sometimes.”

Spot hugs me again and kisses me ova and ova.

“Thank you, doll! I donno what to say-”

Beep! Beep!

I turn my head and see Mush drive’n up. Oh-oh.

“Well make it quick, ‘cause I don’t think Kelly’s gonna take to well to me mesh’n faces with a rival leader. Especially you.”

Spot smirks. “So… we’s got a secret luv, don’t we? I like tha sound-a that!”

He leans in to kiss down my neck, make’n me smile.

“By tha way, that’s a pretty bold move, make’n out with a rival gang member,” I smirk.

“You started it, not me,” Spot argues back with a cheeky smile. “But I’ll gladly finish it.”

Just before Mush drives up, Spot bends me back, cups my face, and kisses me deeply for tha whole woild to see- bold and unafraid.

“Whoo! Nice one, Spot!” Bucky calls from tha bridge.

“Wait ‘til Cowboy hears about this!” Mush groans from tha car.

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life-with-my-three · 2 years

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The last (almost) 5 weeks.

We’ve decided this baby is Garfield. She really doesn’t like Mondays.

At 23+2, I dropped the kids at school/kinder, and drove into town. It was only supposed to be a five minute appointment. Go in, have my blood pressure taken and then back home. Except my BP was somewhere in the realms of 170/100 (so very high). They dragged my butt in a wheel chair from clinic downstairs, up to labour and delivery, after two similar readings 5-10minutes apart. BP was still the same. Was loaded with meds. I have the crappiest veins, so multiple people trying to get an IV cannula in at once. 1:1 nursing, and one doctor doing an ultrasound sound, one doing history, one doing other testing. They were on the phone with the perinatal emergency transport service. Luckily my BP did come down, but they already loaded me with magnesium sulphate, put a catheter in and arranged transfer to a Melbourne hospital with a suitable NICU.

I was transferred to Melbourne, and taken to the delivery ward. BP luckily stabilised and I was able to be transferred to a normal antenatal ward by the next morning. I was admitted for 10 days and pretty much bed bound, so BP only spiked one other time requiring meds. Bloods were all good. Although there was a couple of tests (mostly protein levels) that were good than outside normal limits and then good again. Who knows.

Managed to get home after my PTSD episode. Then the following Monday, I wasn’t feeling well. I was in bed for a bit. Did my BP (but on my crappy home monitor) and it was very high again. Told Aaron to ring maternity as I wasn’t feeling good. I don’t have much memory after that for about 24 hours. They had of course said to come in. My mum came around, Aaron pretty much handed the kids on her whilst I went and sat in the car waiting to leave. When he came out to drive I was slumped over, unconscious, and covered head to toe in vomit.

An ambulance was rung. They took me to local emergency. Emergency departments have been so hectic lately, and there was apparently no beds, so in the hallway Aaron says there was an anaesthetist, two paramedics, an emergency doctor, a consultant obstetrician, a few OB registrars, and emergency nurses all trying to get an IV in. I was conscious by now, but completely out of it.

I’m not sure exactly what happened and when because again I was not very conscious, but I know the first dose of steroids were given to strengthen bub’s lungs, magnesium was started (again) and I was put in an urgent ambulance to Melbourne. In Melbourne the consultant came in and said their goal was to try and keep me pregnant for another 24 hours so I could have the second dose of steroids, but we should be prepared to deliver within 24 hours.

The next morning probably my least favourite doctor came in. Ruled that I was fine, despite everything that had happened. They are actually the ONLY doctor I have ever requested have zero input in my care. That I didn’t want anywhere near me on the previous admission. Mainly because her whole attitude was very if it wasn’t 100% textbook then it can’t be right, and it majorly triggered PTSD, because that is the same issue that almost led to me dying when I had Harriet. She pretty much sealed the deal when she asked me how the pain of my headache was, I said exactly the same, Aaron made a comment asking if it was slightly better because I managed a couple of hours of sleep, and she clung to that for the next couple of days. She was/is 100% more willing to accept someone else’s opinion on the pain I was feeling than me the person actually feeling the pain. I mean I slept because I was in and out of consciousness but whatever.

After this because I was “fine” they took me off all meds. From what I was told, I was completely unattended for over an hour and when someone came in, I was unconscious on the floor. Leading to a code.

I pretty much self discharged the next day as I was done. Because of these episodes though, I’m not allowed to drive (obviously) and I have to have another adult with me at all times. I get it but it’s extremely frustrating.

It’s ironic. I was completely untrusting of my local hospital at the start of this pregnancy, and right now I trust them with my life much more than the major hospital. I have a handful of midwives who are just amazing, and the doctors have been also.

Today i had another basic check in appointment, which happen twice a week minimum considering how things have been. I went in, the midwife noticed I looked extra crappy, and of course my BP was 150/95 (normal when I’m resting, is 110-120/65-80). Half an hour later it had gone down to 140/90, so still high, but had gone down. I was taken up to delivery again. Luckily by the time I was there it had gone back down to 135/85 (acceptable). Bloods/urine all the usual tests done. Although again crap veins so it took 6 attempts and 4 staff members to get blood (it ended up being an anaesthetist on a second go with the ultrasound). By the time they got blood and I been laying down for 3 hours, my BP had gone back down to 115/80. So I was actually allowed home (yay).

The general perspective is that I’m essentially a ticking time bomb, and no one locally thinks my body is going to hold out much longer. Things are staying “stable-ish” at the moment, but my body is working so hard to achieve that, that any little activity besides laying/sitting in bed/on the couch just derails everything. Exhaustion from my body working overtime is next level.

Saturday is officially the third trimester (28 weeks) so that’s the next major goal. We’re all hoping my body can hold out until 32+0 so that I can deliver locally. No one is sure if that will happen though. I only live about 10 minutes from the hospital which is why I’m allowed to be home at the moment, but it is on the proviso that I have an extremely low threshold for getting my butt there if anything changes.

So yep, it’s been a big 5 weeks. I’ve been vague about things going on but the energy to type this out just hasn’t been there (not that it is now). I kind of wish I had typed out more of what happened leading up to Hatt’s birth as it’s a very blurry time and it makes working through the trauma hard, so I just need to have it written down somewhere.

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katiekovaleski · 1 year

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In this Blog by Katie Kovaleski, we will look at several common pediatric sleep problems as well as the diagnostic procedures used by healthcare experts to effectively identify them.

#marriage psych #psych-k #marriage counseling #pediatric sleep specialist #sleep coaching #health and wellness coach #psychotherapy #couples counseling #sleep consultant #psych k #baby sleep consultant near me #sleep specialist pediatric

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themculibrary · 1 year

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Protective Tony Stark Masterlist

A Dance for You (ao3) - MandalorianDragonTrainer pepper/tony G, 553

Summary: Sometimes it's rough when your girl's CEO.

Casualty of war (ao3) - wolfypuppypiles M, 22k

Summary: Peter got knocked down in Civil War, but when Tony went to check on the baby Avenger, he realized he was more badly hurt than first realized.

There wasn't meant to be any casualties, but there always is in war.

Close Enough (ao3) - ABrighterDarkness steve/tony T, 4k

Summary: Tony was just a beta. What did he know?

Which was funny in its own way because what Tony knew was Steve.

Don't You Forget About Me (ao3) - FerretShark pepper/tony G, 13k

Summary: “Just throw it one more time.” Sam calls again to Steve. Falcon is hovering up near the ceiling. “One more time, man!”

Steve throws it, but’s too high and a little too fast, clipping Falcon’s wing and ricocheting back. Towards Tony and Rhodes.

“Tony!” Peter screams, throwing a web that catches the edge of the disc, but it’s already too late. His web stretches, elastic against the force of the moving shield.

Elevator Freeway (ao3) - awesomesockes, whumphoarder T, 1k

Summary: Delirious and bleeding out from a gunshot wound, Peter struggles to describe his location to a very worried Tony.

From The Ashes, We Rise Like The Phoenix (ao3) - SpiderWidowFam88 T, 110k

Summary: *Tony Dusted instead of Peter*

Peter spent three weeks on that ship, the only thing he has to occupy him is the really old music, paper football, and the ever expanding expanse of space. Peter is pretty sure he’s gonna die up there before they even get close to Earth. So with his final moments he records his final words and goes to sleep, even though he knows he might never open his eyes again.

Carol Danvers shows up 30 minutes later…

Fuhgeddaboudit (ao3) - SpideyFics T, 8k

Summary: A teenager and a man wake up in a cell with injuries, no personal memories, and no apparent means of escape.

Peter’s Field Trip To Stark Tower (ao3) - ScxrletWidowXx G, 4k

Summary: Peter Parker’s class is going on a school trip! Can you guess where?

— Basically, the Avengers are embarrassing Peter and being overprotective because of Flash.

Pieces of Echoes (ao3) - geekymoviemom steve/tony, happy/pepper T, 334k

Summary: When weapons designer and SHIELD consultant Tony Stark and his son are kidnapped following a routine weapons demonstration, newly defrosted World War II hero Steve Rogers is sent to find them.

But what begins as just another mission, a way for Captain America to reintegrate back into society, quickly warps into something more as betrayals are discovered, harsh, long-buried truths are finally brought to light, and Tony and Steve come to realise that their biggest allies are each other.

Protective Tendencies (ao3) - FallenQueen2 G, 2k

Summary: When Ross came to collect the Hulk, both Bruce and the other guy didn't expect the genius that was Tony Stark to protect him. What Ross didn't count on was how protective the 2 scientists were of each other. Post-movie. Bruce is living with Tony.

Public Displays of Affection (ao3) - navaan steve/tony T, 2k

Summary: It's not a good day when AIM and Hydra come for them at the same time... Things get away from them in the heat of the moment.

Publicity Parent (ao3) - Bowtiez G, 36k

Summary: Tony's losing his credit with the public. Pepper's got a plan to fix it.

Enter Peter Parker, eight-year-old orphan from Queens, New York.

Tony has no idea how children work, so why is he so drawn to little Peter Parker?

Safe (ao3) - Zorro_sci bruce/tony T, 3k

Summary: Bruce Banner can't explain it, but from almost the moment he meets Tony Stark he wants to keep him safe, and Tony feels the same way about him.

Shock Therapy (ao3) - S0lstice T, 9k

Summary: When the boy became aware, he was already sitting up and awake. He was assaulted by sound, by taste, by colors and people and movement - too loud, too much. He jerked back from the painful onslaught and tried to grab his head, but his hands were tied down to the arms of the metal chair he was sitting in.

Special Agent Lemming (ao3) - taylor_tut G, 1k

Summary: A birthday request from my tumblr: Clint gets drugged on a mission and ditches medical anyway. When he collapses in front of Tony, panic ensues.

Stuck With You (ao3) - FallenQueen2 G, 1k

Summary: Clint is protective of Tony with good reason after Hammer, when Hawkeye gets in trouble will Ironman come to the rescue?

#themculibrary #mcu #marvel #tony stark #protective!tony #protective!tony masterlist #masterlists

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billygilhooleyphysio · 2 months

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Common Discomforts During Pregnancy and How Massage Can Help

Back Pain

One of the most common discomforts during pregnancy is back pain. As the baby grows, the additional weight places extra strain on the back muscles and spine. This can lead to persistent aches and even sharp pain.

How Massage Can Help: Pregnancy massage targets the back muscles, relieving tension and reducing pain. Techniques such as Swedish massage and deep tissue massage can help improve blood flow, relax tight muscles, and provide much-needed relief. Regular back massage while pregnant can help maintain flexibility and prevent the buildup of muscle tension. Many women wonder, “Can I have a back massage in early pregnancy?” The answer is yes, but always ensure it’s done by a qualified therapist.

Swollen Ankles

Swollen ankles, or odema, are another frequent complaint during pregnancy. The body’s increased blood volume and fluid retention can cause swelling, particularly in the lower extremities. This can be uncomfortable and make moving around more difficult.

How Massage Can Help: Gentle massage techniques can stimulate circulation and help reduce fluid retention. By focusing on the legs and feet, a skilled massage therapist can encourage lymphatic drainage, which can significantly decrease swelling and provide relief from the heavy, uncomfortable sensation.

Sciatica

Sciatica is characterised by pain that radiates from the lower back down the legs, often caused by the pressure of the growing uterus on the sciatic nerve. This condition can be particularly debilitating, affecting mobility and comfort.

How Massage Can Help: Pregnancy massage can address sciatica by releasing tension in the lower back and gluteal muscles. Specific techniques aimed at relieving nerve compression can help reduce pain and improve mobility. A knowledgeable therapist can work to alleviate pressure on the sciatic nerve, providing much-needed relief for expectant mothers.

Other Benefits of Pregnancy Massage

In addition to addressing specific discomforts like back pain, swollen ankles, and sciatica, pregnancy remedial massage offers several other benefits:

Improved Sleep: Regular prenatal massage can help expectant mothers relax, leading to better sleep quality.

Reduced Stress and Anxiety: The calming effects of maternity massage can help reduce stress and anxiety levels, promoting overall well-being.

Enhanced Circulation: Improved blood flow can benefit both the mother and the baby, ensuring that essential nutrients are delivered efficiently.

Safety and Considerations

A common question is, “Can you get a massage while pregnant?” The answer is yes, but it’s essential to choose a qualified therapist who specialises in massage during pregnancy. They will know the appropriate techniques and areas to avoid, such as where not to massage a pregnant woman.

When to Start and Frequency

Many wonder, “When can you have a massage when pregnant?” Massage is generally safe throughout pregnancy, but always consult your healthcare provider first. Massage in early pregnancy or the first trimester can be beneficial, but it’s crucial to ensure the therapist is experienced in antenatal massage to avoid any risks. While some may ask, “Can I have a back massage in early pregnancy?” the answer is typically yes, but always with professional guidance.

Common Questions

Can you get a massage when pregnant? Yes, with the right pregnancy massage therapist.

Can you have a massage while pregnant? Absolutely, with proper precautions.

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If you’re looking for pregnancy massage near me or massages for pregnant women near me, you’ve come to the right place. Pregnancy is a special time, and with the right care, you can enjoy every moment. Let us help you relieve discomfort and enhance your well-being with our expert pregnancy massage services.

Pregnancy Massage at Specific Physiotherapy Preston

Located at 149 Plenty Road, Preston, VIC 3072, Specific Physiotherapy Preston specialises in providing professional pregnancy massage near me services tailored to the unique needs of expectant mothers.

Our team of experienced professionals is dedicated to supporting your health and well-being throughout your pregnancy journey. We understand the specific challenges and discomforts that come with pregnancy, and we are here to help alleviate them through personalised, effective massage techniques.

Contact us at (03) 9579 5919 or visit our website to book a pregnancy massage appointment and learn more about how our pregnancy massage services can assist you in having a comfortable and enjoyable pregnancy.

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angeliclightdubai · 11 months

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How to Deal with Attachment Issues Effectively

Finding a genuine relationship is tough nowadays as people somehow lose interest in falling in love. For the short term, enjoyment matters the most. But there are still many people out there who are affected due to this short-term relationship or situation. They get attached and thus easily get hurt and get hurt, thus giving rise to anxiety or, even worse, depression. If you are going through this phase, then it's better to consult the best Anxiety Therapy near your location. After a terrible heartbreak, it's become difficult to trust someone. We can understand the situation, but no matter how terrible your past was, you can still recover and get over this issue. If you don't get over this, you could ruin your future relationship. That is why healing is the only solution for this situation. This article will help you in this challenging situation as we discuss overcoming the attachment issue. Also Read: A Brief Discussion on Panic Attacks & its Management

Tips for Dealing with Attachment Issue

Understand the Past Very Well

Resolving childhood trauma requires first acknowledging the influence of your past. Although thinking back on your early memories can be traumatic, it's crucial to understand how you felt as a baby or toddler. After that, you can turn your attention to the present by considering how your early years have influenced the way you engage in relationships as an adult. Knowing your patterns is one of the first steps to healing and transformation.

Understand what You Need

Examine your attachment wounds by keeping a journal. Every wound might have a connection to a particular childhood event or pattern. Write in your journal how each wound affected you as a youngster to explore the theme of each wound further. After that, move on to blogging about how these patterns show up in your past or present love relationships.

Contact a Professional

You can change your attachment style and create more stable relationships by working with a therapist who can teach you practical solutions. You can also get assistance from an Anxiety Therapist near Me at Light Angelic to comprehend the causes of your unhealthy attachment tendencies and how they have impacted your life as an adult.

Also Read: Learn The Results of Trauma on Human Behaviour

Work on Yourself

You should focus on your general wellness and mental health. Being the best version of yourself could be challenging if you need more exercise or have enough on your plate. Make sure you prioritize sleep, nutrition, and exercise for optimal health. In addition, it could be a good idea to adopt a routine or think of a pastime. So, these are some of the ways through which you can heal yourself and get rid of the attachment issue.

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lullabubsleeper · 11 months

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Sleep Specialist Singapore - Lullabub Sleepers

A Sleep Specialist in Singapore is a dedicated medical professional with specialized expertise in diagnosing and treating various sleep disorders. These experts play a crucial role in improving the quality of life for individuals suffering from conditions like sleep apnea, insomnia, narcolepsy, and restless leg syndrome. A Sleep Specialist in Singapore employs cutting-edge diagnostic tools, such as polysomnography, to assess sleep patterns and pinpoint underlying issues.

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foundationsfamchiro · 1 year

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What To Expect During Your First Visit To A Chiro Near Me

Are you experiencing back pain or discomfort in your joints? Perhaps you're a new parent looking for ways to support your baby's health and well-being. Whatever the case may be, visiting a chiropractor near you could provide the relief and care that you need. But what can you expect during your first visit to a chiro near me in Surrey BC? In this blog post, we'll explore how to choose the right chiropractor, why regular visits are important, what to know about chiropractic care during pregnancy, and why every new parent should consider a pediatric chiropractor for their little one. Let's dive in!

How To Choose The Right Chiro Near Me In Surrey BC

When choosing a chiropractor near you in Surrey BC, there are several factors to consider. First and foremost, it's important to find a licensed and experienced chiropractor who has received proper training in their field.

Another key consideration is the range of services that the chiro offers. Do they specialize in specific areas such as sports injuries or pregnancy? Or do they offer comprehensive care for a variety of conditions?

It's also important to read reviews from other patients and check out the chiropractor's website to get a sense of their approach and philosophy towards healthcare.

Location is also an important factor – finding a chiro near me may be more convenient for regular visits.

Don't be afraid to ask questions during your initial consultation with the chiropractor. A good practitioner will take the time to listen to your concerns and explain their treatment plan thoroughly before starting any adjustments.

Why Regular Visits To A Chiro Near Me Are Important

Regular visits to a chiropractor near you can provide numerous benefits for your overall health and well-being. Many people tend to think of seeing a chiropractor as something they only need to do when experiencing back pain, but the truth is that regular adjustments can help prevent many types of injuries and illnesses.

One major benefit of visiting a chiropractor regularly is improved spinal alignment. Chiropractors use gentle adjustments to correct misalignments in the spine, which can improve nerve function throughout the body. This not only reduces pain and discomfort but also boosts immune system function and promotes better sleep.

Another important reason for regular chiropractic care is injury prevention. By keeping your joints properly aligned, you reduce your risk of developing chronic conditions like arthritis or suffering from sudden injuries caused by accidents or falls.

Seeing a chiro near me on a consistent basis allows them to monitor any changes in your spine or nervous system over time. This helps catch potential issues early on so that they can be addressed before they become more serious problems down the road.

Regular visits with a chiropractor are an investment in yourself and your long-term health. Don't wait until you're already experiencing symptoms of pain or discomfort - start incorporating routine adjustments into your healthcare routine today!

Chiro During Pregnancy: What You Need To Know

Pregnancy can be a beautiful and exciting time, but it can also come with its fair share of discomforts. From morning sickness to back pain, pregnancy can put a lot of strain on the body. This is where chiropractic care comes in.

Chiropractic adjustments during pregnancy are safe and effective for both mother and baby. By aligning the spine, chiropractors can alleviate pressure on nerves and improve overall function of the body. This not only helps to reduce pain and discomfort but also promotes better health for both mom and baby.

During pregnancy, many women experience changes in their posture as their bodies adapt to accommodate the growing baby. Chiropractors can help to address these changes by providing exercises that strengthen muscles that support proper posture.

Additionally, regular visits to a chiropractor during pregnancy have been shown to lead to shorter labor times with less need for medical interventions such as epidurals or cesarean sections.

It's important for pregnant women who are interested in seeking out chiropractic care to find a practitioner who has experience working with pregnant patients. They should also consult with their obstetrician before beginning any new treatment regimen.

Why Every New Parent Should Consider A Pediatric Chiropractor For Their Baby

As a new parent, it's natural to want the best for your baby. That's why it's important to consider pediatric chiropractic care as part of their overall wellness routine. By visiting a skilled and experienced pediatric chiropractor, you can help ensure that your little one develops optimally and stays healthy throughout their early years.

Whether you're dealing with colic or simply seeking to promote proper spinal alignment and nervous system function in your baby, a qualified pediatric chiropractor can help. With gentle adjustments tailored specifically to your child's needs, they can improve their sleep patterns, reduce fussiness and discomfort, enhance immunity against common illnesses, and even support better cognitive development.

So if you haven't yet considered taking your baby to see a trusted pediatric chiropractor near you in Surrey BC or beyond, now is the time. By making regular visits part of your family wellness plan from an early age on up through adolescence and beyond, you'll be setting them up for lifelong health success!

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