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Too Good To Say Goodbye pt4

Lando Norris x Fem!Reader , Logan Sargeant x Fem!Reader

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A faint cry is what had awoken me from my slumber. I sat up and rubbed my eyes before making my way to Yelena’s nursery to change and nurse her before burping and rocking her back to sleep.

I’d looked at the time as I rocked her back to sleep reading ‘5:53am’. There was no point in going back to sleep if I had to wake up at 6:30, so I decided that I was gonna go to the kitchen to start breakfast for my family.

On my way to the kitchen, I stopped in the living room grabbing the small bose speaker I had charging before continuing my journey to my big, beautiful kitchen. I opened the fridge and grabbed out enough food to make feed a village. Eggs, Munster Cheese, Turkey Bacon, Turkey Sausages, Greek Yogurt, Granola, Strawberries, Blueberries, Pineapples and Bananas.

I hear faint but heavy footsteps coming close to the kitchen while I mixed seasoning with the eggs before cooking them. I felt arms snake around my waist and a face being nuzzled in the crook of my neck before feeling faint kisses making their way up to my jaw.

“Good Morning beautiful, Did Yelena wake you up again?” I turn around to face my boyfriend before I rake my hand through his crazy bed hair.

“Yes Logan, Yelena did wake me up.” a smirk made its way on my lips as I saw a frown make its way on his.

“I thought I told you to wake me up when she did. You’ve been working too much and you need rest.” he said sincerely. I could never get over the look in his eyes, I could get lost in those greenish blue orbs forever.

“Babe, you think you’re not tired too?” a chuckle makes it way past my lips.

“It doesn’t matter if I’m tired. All that matters is I got her. I got her and I have you, and I’m determined to never let you go again” he said as he snuggled deeper into my body. A piercing sound is what pulled me away from him, it was getting louder and louder until.

“Good Morning sleepy head. Yelena woke up so I heated up some breast milk you have in the freezer and I rocked her back to sleep, we should have about another hour and a half before she wakes up again” Lando said as he walked into our shared bedroom, his feet heavy as they padded against the bedroom floor.

A smile peaks on my face “Thank you handsome. I love you so much, you’re too good to me” I said sleepily as I welcomed Lando back into the comfort of our king size bed.

it had been 4 months since I’ve given birth to Yelena and it had been the best 4 months of my life.

I mean I really did have it all, I had an amazing boyfriend, a wonderful daughter, whom had an amazing dad, I had gotten a job at McLaren as Lando’s food prep and nutrition manager which allowed me to travel with him and keep my daughter with us.

After I’ve gotten the job, one of the first people I told besides Lando, was Logan.

That moment we shared after I’d given birth to Yelena replays in my mind almost every morning and I can’t help but yearn for us to be a happy family together.

We all can’t have what our hearts yearn for though, can we? Not after what Logan did to me, the way he made me feel, how much I wanted to die with every moment I stayed with him, how ungrateful he was whenever I did something for him, the way he hurt me day after day, how he always told me I was crazy when I brought up him not loving me and how he tried to win me back after telling him I was pregnant again before leaving.

Logan was excited to hear that McLaren had offered me the job as Lando’s Food Prep and Nutrition manager seeing as that it would allow not only me to travel with them but Yelena could too. Logan wouldn’t have to resort to seeing her every 2 months or whenever his job could let him escape for a minute.

Traveling with Yelena would be a bit of a hassle but thank god that Lando’s current nutrition manager had 3 more months before his contract was up so that allowed me to mentally prepare myself for having to travel with a baby for work.

“What’re you thinking of?” Lando mumbles against my neck as he rubs his hand up and down my side before they landed on my waist and drawing imaginary circles.

“Us. How lucky I am to have you with me even when I was pregnant and how you stayed, even during the hard nights.” tears welled up in my eyes as I recall some night we had. “How whenever she was keeping me awake with the kicking how’d you stay up with me and rub my belly until she stopped, how you’d wake up whenever I had my weird cravings, because there were so many” I let out a sniffle as the tears that once threatened to fall came pouring down.

a sniffle leaves Lando’s nose “so many” he lets out a light chuckle “and you know what Y/N/N?”

“What?”

“Even though Yelena is not biologically mine, she’s the second best thing that’s happened to me. The Miami win is first, you’re third” a chuckle elapses past my lips as I playfully swat his arm “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. You’re number one, you always have been and you always will be. I wish to live in no world at which you are not in, I’d rather die than let you live without me beside you.”

I’d rather die than let you live without me beside you. If Lando knew about the same dream I’ve been having since that moment between me and Logan in the delivery room I don’t think he’d be saying this. I’ve made my feelings very clear to Logan that night I left our apartment and Lando knows, so why am I dreaming about him, about us being a happy family?

I want to confide in someone about these dreams but I don’t want them to go to Lando with it before I’m ready to tell him. What would Lando think if I did tell him? Would he leave me? Would there be a possible explanation on why I keep having these reoccurring dreams? Do I want to be with Logan? No. No, that one I’m very adamant on. I want nothing to do with Logan relationship wise. I mean he has been a great dad to Yelena but he’s not fit to be my boyfriend or husband, so co-parenting it is for us.

I mean I’m not complaining about that right? I’m the one that left him knowing I was pregnant, I’d be an ass if I showed up to a grand prix walking into the Williams garage being like “Surprise Logan, we have a daughter” you know, I wasn’t that stubborn enough to do that to him.

“We should go back to sleep but I have better plans” a smirk made its way on Lando’s face as he reaches for the covers to put it over our heads. His hand travels lower before they reached the waistband of my already soaked panties, his fingers moving the fabric to the side before moving them between my fold slicking them in my juices. I can feel Lando’s fingers ghosting my aching hole before a cry breaks my heavy breathing.

No, No, please go back to bed I thought “I’ve got her Y/N/N, just stay here and wait for me to come back.” Lando presses a kiss to my lips before he retreats to the nursery. The thought of my boyfriend taking on a dad role turning me on. I fully removed my panties and stuck two fingers in my aching cunt awaiting Lando’s return, before I could actually give myself some pleasure my phone buzzes on the nightstand.

A loud and frustrated sigh leaves my lips as I flip over and look at the caller ID “Logan ‘Merica Sargeant” a shaky breath escapes past my lips as I press answer

“we need to talk”

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oh, mother fem!reader, 3.3k

A whimper at your feet as you nurse. The way he ebbs at the corner of your maternal tableau. The flit of an incalescent glaze before he nestles into your houseskirt as if a child caught mid-swindle seeking some kind of sanctuary. - It's the mummy fic. cw: lactation, breeding mentions, age regression (?), smut, astarion as a content warning, humping, feeding, afab reader, MUMMY, dadstarion, cockwarming w/c: 3.3k

Astarion looks over his shoulder from the homespun carpet, book limp in hand. 

Like the written word could hold any comparable weight whilst you’re there decalescent and milk-swollen above him.

A whimper at your feet as you nurse. The way he ebbs at the corner of your maternal tableau.

The flit of an incalescent glaze before he nestles into your houseskirt as if a child caught mid-swindle seeking some kind of sanctuary. The way he strokes something so very gentle at your swollen shin, head stirring as he searches for purchase atop an aching thigh. 

Your eyes leisurely as they cut between the infant latched to your heavy breast and the restless chit by your legs on the ground.

“Hm?”

The youngling gurgles in sleepy succour.

Astarion rolls his head forward with a lazy smile, saccharine in holding his tongue between teeth.

“This. All of this. Dreamy, isn’t it?”

His voice is silken against the low crackle of the fire. The shallow suckling breaths at your chest. 

“Mhm.” 

Your fatigue is wholly joyous in its maudlin haze, your agreement a free and light hum. 

The man at your heel, the child he gave you; the wonder as he watches on - her little face scrunching as she swallows, the hint of a cough as you lightly adjust where she lies in the crook of your arm. A small coo.  

There’s a strange look in his eye. Not the reverent fatherly gaze you’d come to expect from your husband in the months since you’d become a mother. Instead he seems fallible. 

Round-eyed, gentle;- 

Lamblike. The restless sheepling. Marvelling and timid. 

“You’re a vision.” 

Your eyes meet and you dare him to hold the stare in his yielding state. 

You’ve become somewhat of a recluse in spending time with your daughter, and she certainly isn’t begrudging of the tangle of hair atop your head, nor the span of your torso kept so soft and warm on which for her to lie. The heavy swell of your breasts, the intermittent spotting where milk bleeds through your tailored house clothes. 

It’s not that you necessarily feel any certain way about your physical attributes at present but you’ve definitely felt cleaner. Been better presented.

Mother.

Astarion’s face is pure butter, muddled and waxen as his brows draw together. Quietly roused in a moment of recondite.

Whatever runs through his head is new.

Lashings of fresh rain hammer the windowpane. The claw of winter, dark streets; seeping stone. The umber flickers of the fire on the wall. Heat licks the side of your face closest.

Glowing.

She groans a gentle burble. Her lips smack together softly as she finishes and you lift her from your chest, tucking your breast back into your slip and bringing her into the crook of your arm. 

There’s a moment where his head tilts as if to speak.

“She’s tired.” You whisper whilst running a finger along her cheek. Small eyes of glimmering ruby, lids lulling open and closed. More quiet gurgling as she fidgets. 

“I’ll take her. Rest, love.’

Astarion stands from crossed legs, twirling around to lean over the little one; over you. Runs his wiggling fingers over her small frame in little taps. 

‘My darling girl! Princess of the Kingdom Sleep.’

Large hands lift her from your chest into his. A gentle rock as he does so. 

‘This simply won’t do, will it? Let’s take you upstairs.”

He taps her nose on ‘you’. She sneezes violently.

You watch them both from the lounger as he steps through the arch and round the corner, up the spiral staircase and padding softly to your shared chamber. Balmy quiet. More rain. 

Your first Lover’s Day as three feels poignant. 

Despite keeping from the sun - and therefore sleeping the actual day away - in the stormy night your home brims sweet with ardour. A bubble of somnolence; a barge at sea. 

A year of calm. Stillness. Establishing yourselves in your respective newfound freedoms and figuring out who you are; both alone and together. A conscious effort and one rewarded just months earlier with her.

“You’re so… soft with her.’

You don’t hear him reenter the room as he comes behind you and closes the door to the den with two chalices in hand, a bottle in the other. He doesn’t miss the brow quirk.

‘Dealcholised. Don’t worry’ 

The top uncorked.

‘I fail to see the fun in it myself, but ‘needs must’ and all that.”

A hint of the player’s tone. You laze back as he returns to his place at your heel, handing you a glass of honey mead. 

“I’m her mother. Of course I’m soft with her.” 

You take a large sip and recline. 

Astarion snakes an arm around your leg, leaning in and planting a gentle kiss to the flushed skin. 

“You. Her mother.’

He takes a large gulp and swills the sweet tincture around his teeth.

‘I still can’t quite believe it. The baby part, that is -’

A shake of his head. A brief grimace, puzzled yet pleased. Wholly adorative and you can see the retrospective of recent memories fly through his head.  

‘You as a mother on the other hand. As if it were meant -’

Kiss.

‘To’

Kiss.

‘Be.”

His lips close on your shin, habitual breath fanning cool over the hot flesh. 

“Mhm?” 

He looks up at you with those big round eyes once more, a reticent smile. Head tilting to you coyly.

“You. You’re a vision. An absolute vision.” 

“You like it?”

“It’s-’

He falters in that moment of recondite from before. Seeks avail. 

‘I watch you care for her and it makes me weak at the knees. Your little love.’ 

The last words whispered in fond awe. His hands wave around his face in a considered manner. 

‘You provide for her, hells. Nurture her. Hold her close to you in this beautiful,  unconditional love; no matter the hour.’  

Your love for him. He wonders if it will stretch to the words on the tip of his tongue, but he’d be a fool not to try.

‘And I-”

“You think you might want it too?” 

He sags. Still round-eyed, but the corners of his mouth noticeably dip.

“Yes. I- I suppose I do.”

You’re not surprised, though you’re impressed that he voices it so plainly. In your mind every instance he’s retreated into you plays in vivid colour. Each time he’s held you close, so innocently; as a child may a parent. Not often. Not boldly. But the want is there. 

Maybe it’s the taste of the mead, despite the lack of alcohol. Fizzy and heady.

But no. You want this. You want to show him you care in the most innate way you’re able; unearthed in the way you care for her. 

Your darling. The Rogue of the Gate. Brittle-boned and weak following years on years of isolation and hurt but here; eyes aflame, wide open at your heel and healing. 

He runs his hand absentmindedly up and down your leg as you ponder.

“What do you want, my love? Tell me.”

Your voice is pure honey as you keen into his touch a little further. Yielding. Relishing the pads of his cool fingers; a salve to your inflamed limbs. 

The whine from earlier. You remember it. The bridled snare of his tense coil, watching you mothering his child and aching for you to cosset him too. The soft mindless touches. The way you feed her from your breast as you do him from your neck. His knee-jerk rutting against your leg.

He sits in sullen silence for a moment.

Then, his eyes meet yours once more. A wary hand slips up to your thigh; deft fingers circling the doughy inner skin. You part your legs at his touch. 

“It’s okay, darling boy.’

You lean forward from your slouch and hold his head in your hands, legs open; back arched as your thighs remain open. Low and soft as you bring your mouth down.

‘It’s okay. What do you need?’

Astarion shivers. Guttural. Frozen in sheer terror. Lust as you cradle his head close to your aching breasts. Real, unfettered lust. Every sprawling emotion, each moment spent searching for someone to see him with comfort in their eyes in those early hours two hundred years ago. 

He sometimes forgets he’s allowed to feel anything remotely desirable when he’s like this. Forgets he’s with you. Forgets he can covet you and still keep you past dawn.

Old habits die hard. 

‘Come back to me now, sweetheart.’ You whisper, tongue ghosting over the outer contour of his ear as he continues his ministrations at the inner skin of your thigh. Tips flushed red.

‘Come to mummy.”

The groan spilling from his lips is inhuman. The hesitant hand diving between your legs turns to an iron grasp in record time.

Pliable. Ass pert on the sofa cushions. 

“Can I?” He whispers, clutching feverishly at the pillowy skin.

“Use your words, Astarion. Come on.” 

His ear is his soft spot. Tender, sensitive; flushed with blood from waking bites. 

“Can I?”

Your eyes are featherlight as they roll into your skull. Burning cheek, thighs strong.

“Please.’ 

His head lifts from the crease of your knee as he braces himself to stand - eyes meeting yours in a sheer devotion that wracks every inch of your scalding frame. 

‘Come to me.”

You shuffle so there’s room for him atop the cushions, and he crawls into the space between you legs as you hold his arms. Your angel. Forlorn with a lack of direction akin to that on his face when you first met. His eyes weary; heavy in their low-lidded gaze.

The parting of your legs once more. The way he inhales.

“Mother. Mother.”

“I’m here, love. My darling. I’m here.”

Astarion queries the break in your thighs once more with a desperate hand. Leans in closer with a small choked sob.

“What do you need, my love? What can I give you?”

Your ability to provide for him. Enough to make him hard each time - the fact you offer it freely in his home, atop his embroidered cushions; the primal need to comfort him with your body. He resonates with it. Yearns for it. Freely given and given free.

“Can I touch you, please?”

Thighs part as bullrushes in wading season. You think about his pale prick, standing alert in his trousers. 

“Come here.”

You expect his hand to resume the agonising crawl up your thigh, but instead it moves to palm at your wetness quicker than you think. His leaky bride. He searches for evidence of your desire and he finds it in abundance through the cloth of your undergarments, and instead of the typical smarmy response you’d come to anticipate-

He simply gasps. 

Mouth heavy with spit. Thick with joy, lust; ripe having seen the proof of your need for him. To take care of his ruined body and learning mind.

Your hands move to your chest as he looms over you, peeling the slip down from your breasts so you can relieve the ache that wracks them. Heavy. Painful in their retention, nipples distended as wholly engorged with milk.

“Fuck.”

“Swearing in front of mummy? Rather unbecoming, no?” 

His eyes roll back into his skull, this time from jovial relief. He’s still in there. No disassociation, no hurt as you sigh, as your hands move to relieve the ache from your teats; rolling your nipples in practised tandem and riding the air with the subsequent high.

He groans once more. Straddles your lap as his hips move to hump the air by your soft belly. Desperate thrusts. Wanting. Needing more and more of your validation.

It’s not until your aching nipples do something most unexpected that you moan alongside him. Longing. Your lover - his face now spattered with your drips. Forehead, cheekbones; the space between his nose and lips; all adrip with the sweetest fluid he’s ever been baptised with. Milk dribbles from each of your teats and flows into the one neat pearl hanging from each. 

Astarion’s eyes meet yours, and in that moment you feel it deep in your abdomen. 

“You want to taste?’

A meek nod. A solemn promise. Those lips of a charlatan. 

“Can I do something first? Please?”

You wonder how many silken lies have spilled from that tongue in some desperate sense of bravado over the years. How the performance has no audience here any longer.

“Tell me. What do you want?”

You struggle against the moan desperate to spill from your lips. You want nothing more than to become clay in his capable hands, and yet you know you must remain as you are. Stoic. Liberal with a chiding tongue should he need it.

“Will you warm me while I do?”

“Are you hard, my love?”

“Please, mother.’

He lifts your wrist from your chest to the apex of his thighs, manoeuvring your palm by the back of your hand so it presses deep on his aching cock. Hard. Pulsing. Searching for somewhere to bury deep inside and be warm in comfort.

‘Mummy. Please.”

His use of ‘mummy’ throws you a million miles off course on a wayward comet of pure desire, hurtling through a new sky in hearing it in his downy timbre. A mere whisper. You see for a brief moment the small elven boy he once was as he seeks comfort in you, ears out at a point, eyes folded something crestfallen.

Your tits ache as you reach down to free your cunt, rolling the linen down your legs in a sweat-laden stupor and throwing the piece aside as Astarion strokes his cock. 

“Fill me, sweet one. Let me look after you.”

Whatever remaining crumbs of resolve he has dissipate at the sound of your voice, rolling to pull you onto his lap and holding you in a hover above his fat head, slit leaking clear as it rests against his shirt.

There’s a moment where you look at him fondly, as an equal.

Then as you sink onto the pointedly hard length of his weeping cock you see the softening of his face and you want nothing more in all the realms than to baby him like he wants of you. To hold him close, soothe his aching need for your body; for your guidance and wit, for your humour and want. For the way you smell warm, like domestic heaven; so much like someone who cares for him as if he were born directly from you.

A part of him was. The part of him now alive and breathing, asleep upstairs in the cot beside your shared bed.

This part of him however now feels it close. Feels the way your spongy walls yield to him. The way you want to please him and be pleased.

You allow yourself one roll of your hips as you shift to accommodate his sharp length, holding a moan in the back of your throat and wriggling so you sit comfortably above him. This isn’t about the fervent dance to reach a peak. It’s for him.

Leaking teats now at eye level, large droplets of milk freed in your shifting. He pulses inside you as he asks with big round eyes. A taste - and who are you to deny your favourite boy?

With a nod from you, his lids flutter shut and his tongue brushes sharp fangs to lick softly at your nipple. The sweet cloud of nectar dissipates on the surface and his whimper rocks you straight to your core, the brief wince as you feel the kick of his cock inside you.

Hungry. The only way you can describe the sound biting at his throat. 

“So good! So good.”

He nods softly at your encouragement, looking to you once more; seeking permission to take a wholly distended nipple into his waiting mouth. 

You arch forward in response. A gentle ‘yes’.

The veiny flesh of your breast forms a lightning-visceral halo of blues and greens around his soft curls as you look down. Wet kitten licks, soft suckling; coaxing the warmth from within as you card a steady hand through his hair.

His hips begin to roll a little. Your other hand moves to anchor him. 

“Ah-ah. Rest now. My beautiful boy. You’re doing so well. You don’t need to move, do you?”

He shakes his head frantically around your nipple. A furious refute.

“Good. Good boy. Do this for you.”

There’s a moment where he loses himself fully in the taste of you. The sheer mass of your newly-fattened nipples, the way they feel as he pushes against; over them with his cool wet tongue. Soft yet aching. Rubbery. Abundant. Listens to the rain hammering the window.

Then a hand reaches out. Grabs at your clothed waist, palm basking in the body heat; lifting your skirt just a little further up your thighs to gain access to the bud of your swollen clit and smooth the hood up and over. Exposed. Curious as to how far he can go.

When he starts to circle the white-hot flesh you know you have to focus.

This isn’t about you. 

And yet he murmurs something under his breath. You aren’t sure if you’ve heard properly at first.

“Want to feel you cum around me.”

Astarion can’t meet your eyes as he says it. All sense of grandiloquence he’s ever shown anyone lost behind flush cheeks. Vulnerability. 

“Say it again.”

“I want to give to you.”

“You want to give to me, or you want me to give it to you?”

He stops. Looks at you with a bewildered furrow.

“I want you to stop touching me and focus on yourself. Use me, sweetheart. Take your pleasure.”

The furrow remains for a moment or two as he stews in blank thought.

“Talk to me. I can do it, I’m so close already.” He laughs shyly with an eager pulse of his cock.

“You want to spill in me again? Make mummy round once more, sweet one?’

A brisk nod. Desperation deep set as he looks you over.

“It’s okay! You’re allowed to want this, to take it.’ You lean in to his ear once more and bite calmly at the tip.

His eyes screw shut and his lips purse together.

‘I want you to do this.”

And he cums. Hard.

Tries to bounce you on his lap in order to gain some friction in the waves of brutal frustration biting at his core, grunting and wailing as he grabs at whatever of you he can. Hips, ass, thighs; terse and hot.

And you simply coo. 

Refusing to let him move you, nor take solace in the friction you so willingly often provide. His abdomen tenses something staccato as he takes what little purchase he can and tries to push into you further.

And then, he begins to weep. 

Your hand moves to his hair once more, bringing him in to your chest as he attempts to hump you through his climax.

“There now. Good boy.”

Tears as he finishes. Cold-heavy sobs. Mouth absentmindedly searching for the soft of your neck in the rolling haze and biting. Gnawing. Looking for the pulse point now permanently marked by two bloody spots. 

He feels the nod you so freely give and sinks his fangs deep past the skin. 

Ruts up with his now softened cock, suckles like a small lamb. The sluice of his spend pooling on his pelvis. 

“Good boy. Take what you need, always. I’ve got you.”

The haze passes with each sip from you, blood puddling under his tongue and down his perfect throat. The frustration melts into sheer joy as he hugs you close in small peals of laughter. 

“Gods. That was -’ 

He pauses for one last sip before tilting his head to look at yours.

‘That was phenomenal, love.’

You take a moment to look him over for any signs of discomfort, anything that might indicate he’s putting on a front for you; and there’s nothing. No veil. His eyes are empty in post-orgasmic bliss and he looks so incredibly beautiful in such joy.

‘I’m wholly spent. I really am.”

You laugh at his breathy shakes.

“Mummy is here whenever the urge should strike, darling. You know this.”

He rolls his eyes and grins. 

“Oh mother. How could I forget?”

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The Diaper Blowout👶🚼

AN: this idea came out of nowhere but when i thought of it i started writing it imidiantly. i love some good dadrry so i hope you do too. don't forget to share your feedback. thx.

This story contains: VERY poopy diaper, mentions of throw up, fluff

{ dadrry - husband!harry - softrry - Rayne is two weeks old - au harry }

word count- 1,590

Your two week old daughter wakes up in the middle of the night with her first diaper blowout and when Harry realizes the situation is much bigger than he can handle alone, he resorts to waking you up for some help.

You and Harry just welcomed your little baby girl, Rayne, two weeks ago into this world. The labor process was one you'd rather forget but after seeing your little bundle of joy for the first time, you knew you'd do it a million times over just to have your baby.

Rayne makes you both first time parents but honestly Harry and yourself read every parenting book under the sun and went to every parenting class that when she was born everything came so natural to you.

Every cry and ounce of discomfort she lets out does of course cause anxiety to fill you, but luckily once she's in one of your arms, Rayne's little body relaxes and she knows everything is going to be alright now that one of her parents are holding her.

One thing you knew you'd expect after Rayne was born was how amazing Harry would be at fathering your baby girl. He was so attentive during your entire pregnancy process and now two weeks after she was born, it's still the same attentive man but ten times more.

Harry has always wanted to be a dad so you making him one was the best gift anyone has ever gave to him. He's eternally grateful for you in that aspect. Seeing Rayne be born and hearing her first cry into this world made him sob so loud in the delivery room that it startled all the nurses who was present.

Now just because you love being parents doesn't mean it's not hard. It's very hard at times. The lack of sleep. The sore boobs after not feeding or pumping for a few hours. The raw nipples from feeding so frequently that no one warns you about. But luckily Rayne is a pretty well behaved baby so you are grateful for that.

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It's two in the morning when the wailing cry from Rayne's nursery jolts Harry awake. He was never the heaviest sleeper before she was born but now he's an even lighter sleeper. Not wanting to disturb you, he gets out of bed and assumes he can handle the situation himself. Feeling confident he's a pro at this dad thing.

If she's hungry there was pre pumped breast milk in the freezer he could feed her. If she just wanted a cuddle he could give her some of those because he likes to think of himself as a professional cuddler, though you're the one who gave him that title.

As quickly as possible, Harry pads his feet in the dark until he reaches the hallway and rushes over to the baby's nursery down the hall. When he finally makes it, he flips the light switch on and moves swiftly over to her crib. "Hey," Harry coos in his soft baby voice, "what's the matter, little love? Huh?"

Once Harry is right in front of the crib, he goes to lift the small baby up to hold her and asses what could have her crying so hard in the middle of the night when all of the sudden he sees, and rather smells the issue instantly. Poop. Everywhere. Well luckily not near her hands or face but it's leaked out of her diaper and got on her sheets. Rayne had her first diaper blowout.

Now Harry would like to say that after becoming a husband and a father that his stomach is made of steal but that's just not the case. He can handle a little throw up from time to time and has changed Rayne's diapers several times. But none smelled and looked this bad. It has him holding down gags.

Being the good dad he is though, Harry pushes through his own weak stomach and grabs an extra baby blanket to wrap around her small body and lift her out of the crib. Then he scrambles to think of what to do. He really didn't want to wake you up but this is far too much for him to handle on his own.

He shushes Rayne in his hold while making his way back into your bedroom. Harry turns on the lamp and nudges your shoulder gently. "Love, Y/N, wake up f'me."

Thinking the worst, you jolt awake and sit up quickly. "What, what, is everything okay? Is the baby okay?"

Trying not to let a giggle out at the situation in hand, Harry replies, "Yeah, well I think everythin' is okay. Or will be okay but I need your help. Little miss Rayne shit everywhere and I don't know what to do. It's leaking out her nappy and got on her sheets."

Though you are concerned about your baby's tummy troubles, you can't help but laugh out loud. Harry looks so stressed which isn't inherently funny but the way you can tell he's trying not to throw up at the thought of the diaper blowout is hilarious. And the fact he had to wake you up.

"Don't laugh at me!" Harry retorts, not really mad because he has a small smile trying to peek out over his fake frown.

"Alright, it's gonna be okay. Help strip her clothes off and yours as well and I'll help you wash her in the shower." you respond as its the only solution to the problem right now. Harry carries her to your bathroom and begins to peel away the soiled blanket and her soiled onesie. Then he takes her diaper off to throw it in the trash can beside the toilet.

"You think I should shower with her naked?" Harry asks.

You reach in the shower to get the water going and the temperature just right before answering, "Yes H, she's two weeks old. She's not gonna remember seeing her dad naked. You'll get shit on her boxers otherwise."

With that, Harry holds a dirty and naked Rayne with one hand and his other hand reaches down to slide off his underwear. When you confirm the water is just perfect for a newborn, he steps in the shower with her cradled to his chest and allows you to instruct further instructions.

"Okay I'm not getting in but I'll hand you the soaps and stuff. First rinse her off with the water. The pressure shouldn't bother her. Just don't get it in her face." Harry does as told and carefully turns to face the shower head and allow the water to rinse off any poop she still had on hers and his skin. He even turns Rayne around in his hold to get her front really well rinsed.

You grab her baby soap and apply some to a soft cloth before handing it to your husband. "Here, now gently wash her bottom off. But start from the front to back so she doesn't get a UTI, please."

Though Harry already knew how to safely wash a baby girl he listened to you anyways. He takes the soapy cloth from you and while one arm cradles Rayne to his chest facing forward, the other hand very gently wipes over her vagina, making sure no poop got on the area. Then he hands the cloth back to you so he can turn her around in his hold.

While he washes over her bum area, Rayne just now starts to cry. She had been handling the shower really well up until now. "Oh, shush. It's okay. Daddy's got you." Harry coos to the small baby in his arms. As you stand on the outside of the shower doors all you can think about is how much you love them both so much. Snapping you out of your thoughts, Harry looks over to you and says, "All done. Take her from me while I wash up quickly."

"Yeah, of course. Let me grab Rayne's baby towel." You get a towel from the stack of towels specifically for your newborn and walk back over to the shower where Harry leans out the shower doors and carefully places her in your arms.

While you began to dry off your small, crying baby, Harry bathes himself off. Some poop did transfer onto him and he wants to make sure it's all gone and he's clean before going back to sleep for the night.

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Once Harry is all clean and dry and he's put on a fresh pair of briefs you'd laid out for him, he walks back into the bedroom to see you sat up in bed, half asleep, with Rayne feeding from your right boob. The sight makes Harry feel all warm inside. The people he loves the most just looks so comfy and safe.

Harry rolls the bassinet over to his side of the bed and when Rayne is done feeding and you burp her, he places her inside to finish her sleep for the night. Her bed still had shit on it and that's something neither of you have the energy to deal with tonight. When he's made sure she's all nice and cozy in her bassinet, Harry climbs back into bed beside you and you instantly crawl over to cuddle into him.

Once the bedside lamp is off and the covers are over you both snuggly, you whisper, "Love you. Thank you for helping with Rayne tonight. She has the best daddy in the world."

Harry whispers back, "Love you too, baby. And you're welcome. She means the world to me and I'd do anything for her. And you too, you know. Night, night. Sweet dreams." With that, you're both off to slumberland until Rayne wakes up again three hours later....

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My Masterlist Masterpost

[mychlapci]

i’ve sent like 2 or 3 asks about a broodmother megatron before but i want to share a little more about it, just for fun 👉👈

in my mind he carried drift of course but as a deserter he’s been starved of the maternal leadership that decepticons’ spirits are nourished by… eventually they’re both on the lost light and drift tries to hold out but soon he’s slinking to megatron’s room at night and being cradled in warm, comforting arms and desperately nursing from rich breasts… it’s like a magnetic urge and he’s always in top form now because that’s how decepticons are meant to fuel

oh yes! ravage sired hundreds of beastformers during the war so he wants to pick up again with his big harsh barbed spike but has to wait because megatron needs to take it easy for a little while after delivering a very large and sharp litter… so to speed it up ravage acts like a heating pad, kneading the loose protoform on megatron’s belly and licking his sore breasts so the sparklings can nurse less painfully… soon all the affection pays off and ravage can bite megatron and hump him like a feral animal and yowl while he puts a dozen or so kittens in him

essentially i just want him to constantly be pregnant and just a little more sluggish and soft all the time now that he’s not actually commanding an army of his brood. ohh, when it’s someone’s scheduled turn to breed him and he’s too tired to really get into it (especially if it’s a small minibot or someone who he knows will finish fast anyway) he just lies on his side and lets them do their thing while he reads… he’s a big lazy mother

this turned out to be a lot but i wanted to share it 👉👈

oOoH yes, i love the concept of the entire decepticon structure being centered around motherly leadership… Drift, as one of many, many of Megatron’s sparklings that once used to feed from his breast and lie against his side is completely starved of that affection for thousands of years, until Megatron comes to the Lost Light. There he can sneak into Megatron’s room and hurriedly ask to feed, a request that Megatron obliges because he can’t bear to see one of his own starved.

hrgh Ravage as one of his most beloved breeders is so good. Megatron has birthed many, many beastformers for him, whole litters of babies that grew up to be big, scary decepticons. Ravage always made sure to help Megatron once he’d pushed out a litter, staying with him until his valve wasn’t sore anymore and distracting the sparklings when they tried to bite and chew up Megatron’s nozzles in their frantic search for more sustenance than they really need.

I bet Ravage puts another littler into him aboard the Lost Light <3 amongst other crewmates, of course. Megatron used to have a strict schedule of breeding, birthing, feeding and battling, but now that the war is over, he can fully focus on his broodmother duties. He gets to lounge around with his legs spread, accepting donations. And sometimes while he’s feeding his sparklings, Drift will come in and Megatron lets him latch on as well. He's there to feed all his sparklings, after all <3

[intubatedangel]

Pageant Fever : Chapter 3

Story Index    

Pageant Fever: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

* * *

Lucy grabbed the foil packet from the rear pouch on the monitor, unravelling the cable before ripping the packet open to access the pads. She looked down at Zara's chest, noticing just how much sweat covered it, to the point it was forming small beads that rolled off down her side or into the valley between her breasts. Before attaching the pads, she grabbed another bag and pulled out a small towel, using to try and dry off Zara's flesh so the aed pads would get a good connection.

As she did that, Janice had rotated around to Zara's head. She did a quick visual exam to look for a head injury but found nothing noteworthy. Janice tilted the young woman’s head back and thrust her jaw forward to open her airway. Lucy saw Janice frown out the corner of her eye, then the retired medic reached for the airway bag and pulled out a manual suction device. She worked the tube on the end of it into Zara's mouth, pushing it in deep, then pulled on the handle in the centre, expanding the bellows style bulb in the centre, sucking out the foamed spittle that had collected in Zara's airway during the seizure.

Lucy peeled the plastic backing off each of the large square Quick-Combo pads, placing one just above Zara's bra, towards her right shoulder, while the other went on her left flank, between the bottom of her rib cage and her left breast. Lucy pressed them both hard, smoothing out the pads and ensuring the adhesive had a good grip. She then turned to the monitor, twisting the dial around to point at the 100J mark and pressing the button to begin the charging sequence.

Meanwhile, Janice put the suction device to the side and selected a geudel airway, inserting it backwards then rotating it into position so that the green ringed tip rested against Zara's lips. "She's barely making any respiratory effort. I'm going to start bagging her." Janice told Lucy as she ripped the sterile packaging of a purple ambu bag open and readied it, attaching the mask and plugging a line from the small oxygen canister into the back of the bulb..

Lucy watched as Janice sealed the mask over Zara's mouth and nose, squeezing the bag and pumping oxygen into Zara's lungs, inflating her sweat slick chest. Beside her the monitor let out a double beep. "Ready for synchronised shock at 100 joules, bag away." Lucy said, noticing there was still a lot of people around them. "Everyone stay clear!" She said assertively, quickly checking she had her finger on the shock button before making sure nobody was too close to the limp form on the floor. "Shocking!"

* * *

Anna stood quietly next to Tilly as Carl spoke briefly on the phone. He finished, hanging the phone back on the wall and was halfway turned when Tilly spoke up.

"What have we got?" She asked, excited and clearly jumping at the chance for something juicy.

Carl took a moment to share a knowing smirk with Anna. It was almost exactly how she used to react to the red phone when she had started here. Hell, she had felt the question bubbling up to her own lips, even though she wasn't working. Tilly looked between them for a second, slightly confused by the interplay between them, but snapped her attention back to Carl when he started to speak.

"Just an early heads up. Young woman having a seizure at the convention centre. It's only a mile down river so they'll bring her in shortly. Ambulance isn't there yet, but the centre has volunteer paramedics, so they don't expect much of a delay. ETA is anywhere from 15-20 minutes."

"Oh, cool. Is there anything I can do?" Tilly asked, practically vibrating as if ready to take off at a moment’s notice.

Carl glanced at Anna and chuckled. "I need to give Neuro a heads up, and radiology too in case an MRI is needed. Details are pretty thin though, so we'd better play it safe. Go and get Resus 3 setup and ready just in case." He looked around the nurses station, but evidently couldn't see what he was looking for. "Apparently Trish is busy, do you want to go and observe her?" He asked Anna.

Tilly turned to her expectantly, looking hopeful and somehow even more excited. "If it won't cause any problems. I'm not sure where things would stand legally."

"So long as you aren't treating patients I don't think there'll be an issue, and I'll send Trish along when I see her for the official sign off." Carl replied.

"In that case, I'd love too." Anna said with a smile towards Tilly. She reached out to give Carl's hand a quick squeeze then followed the bubbly young nurse through the black marked doors to the Resus Suite.

It was amazing to see just how much Tilly had grown in the last two years. Not physically. She was about 5 foot high, with an almost quintessential cheerleader build and such a youthful face that if you only looked at that you'd place her closer to 17 than her actual 21. It was the confidence that had been the biggest change. Back during Anna's ICU stay, Tilly had been meek, quiet and nervous to the point of being positively twitchy. As they'd talked over a couple of weeks, the younger nurse had started to open up and more importantly begun to believe in herself.

Now, like Carl had said, the young nurse gave of a sense of having been born for the role. And her personality, her energy, shone through, even in the way she moved. To boot, it was infectious. Just following Tilly, Anna felt a little more pep in her own step and every single person Tilly passed seemed to get just a little brighter simply by her very presence.

Anna had wanted to come back to work. Simply being around Tilly made her excited for it.

* * *

Zara's whole body gave a single sharp twitch as the burst of electrical charge zapped across her chest in an instant. One of her thin strapped shoes was kicked off by the motion and her head limply rolled to one side. Lucy frowned as she watched the monitor that continued its urgent alarming.

"No response. Bag her, I'll charge again at 150." She ordered, setting the defibrillator to charge up. As it did so, she returned to the drug bag, taking out an IV kit. With the practiced efficiency of years of experience she cracked it open, swabbed the back of Zara's wrist with a sterilising wipe and was lining up the needle with the vein by the time the monitor let out it's notifying bleeps. She ignored it, pushing the needle into the vein with a smooth motion, then deftly peeled off the backing of the adhesive wings. "Going with a round of adenosine." She said, hurrying to draw the drug.

Deep in focus, she didn't notice the approaching commotion until it broke through the ring of onlookers. "...tell me what is going on? Why isn't anyone on the st..." The voice cut off with a strangled shriek. Lucy glanced up to see a woman with a shocked expression on her face. Although her frame was substantially different to Zara's, squat and heavy set compared to Zara's lithe, graceful appearance, judging by the features she could see, and the reaction, it was clearly Zara's mother. She still didn't expect the next words out of the dumpy woman's mouth. "Do you have any idea how much that dress cost!" She shouted.

A wave of revulsion swept across the onlookers like a physical force as they realised what she had just said. Lucy felt it too, though she'd been in the job long enough to know that sometimes, though rare, the shock of seeing a loved one in a medical emergency can make people blurt out things without even thinking. She hoped this was one of those instances. Luckily Janice intercepted Zara's mother's attention.

"Ma'am, your daughter is very ill right now, please stay back." She said, shuffling back on her knees as Lucy finished inserting the drug and returned to the monitor.

"Adenosine in, ready to shock at 150, everyone stay back." She repeated, doing another check down the length of Zara's body. "Shocking!" She announced as her finger pushed the button. Zara gave another jerk as her heart was struck by the jolt, her arms and legs flicking out slightly before falling still. The monitor continued its alarming for a few more seconds, then settled into a rapid bleeping. "Back in sinus tach. How's her breathing?"

"Still diminished, but she's making a bit more effort." Janice reported.

"Keep bagging her for now." Lucy said, blowing out a breath and taking a moment to reset herself.

Now that the current emergency was resolved, there was still the underlying issues to take care of. Lucy pulled over a bag and took out a unit of saline, spiking it with the line that she then plugged into the IV catheter. After that she rooted through a different piece of kit for an ear thermometer, passing it to Janice as she stood up.

"Katie." Lucy said to the girl who was still hovering around. "Just hold this up about here for me ok." She told her, waiting for Katie to take the bag and nod in understanding. Now to deal with the mother. Her comment about the dress had cleared some space around the woman, which was probably for the best when discussing potential medical information. "Ma'am? What's your name?"

"Jaya." The woman said, staring down at her daughter.

"Right Jaya. Has Zara ever had a seizure before?" Lucy asked her gently.

The woman finally pulled her gaze away from the limp young woman. She shook her head slowly. "No...No never."

"Okay." Lucy nodded, making the motion big to keep Jaya's attention on her. "Has she been ill recently? Headache? Nausea? Fever?"

"She hasn't mentioned anything. She was fine when I left her in the dressing room."

"Is she on any medication at all?"

A slight hesitation then another shake of the head. "Nothing."

"Right." Lucy braced herself before the next question, knowing it could lead to some sort of explosive reaction. "Has she ever used any drugs? Cocaine? Ecstasy?"

A frown cut across Jaya's face, and she seemed to tense up, gripping her handbag tightly, but her voice at least remained at an indoor level. "No she would never even dare!"

Lucy held up a placating hand. She waited a moment until Jaya subsided. "Has she been out in the last couple days? She might not have taken anything intentionally."

"No. She doesn't go out. Not to bars and not to parties! Why are you asking all these questions?"

"I'm sorry, I'm just trying to rule things out." Lucy told her, using her best sympathetic voice, despite Jaya's increasingly combative attitude.

Janice took that moment to interject. "She's at 39.5 C."

Lucy glanced around in shock. If Zara truly hadn't shown any signs of being ill just an hour ago, then whatever caused this fever was incredibly aggressive. A temperature that high is on the cusp of being a life threatening emergency in itself.

Which is why Lucy was very relieved when she heard a booming voice commanding the ring of onlookers to move back. She didn't need to even look around to know that it was her regular partner on the ambulance, Dave. More help was here.

* * *

Anna leaned against a counter just inside the doors of Resus 3, watching Tilly as she pulled open the drawers of the crash cart, checking everything on the list fixed inside the drawer was there. As she did, her head bobbed, as if she was listening to some music. She worked up from bottom to top, and after finishing that drawer, she closed with a bump of her hip.

"Everything's there." She said to Anna with a smile.

"You're sure, you've got everything?" Anna asked her.

Tilly cocked her head, looking around the room, her gaze falling on each cupboard, cabinet and piece of equipment. She turned back to Anna. "I'm pretty sure..." She said.

Anna nodded. "You did. But it's always best to double check yourself. Mistakes in here can literally be life or death."

"I know." Tilly said, stepping over to the counter and leaning against it next to Anna, looking towards the trauma bed with a thoughtful expression.

"Carl say's you're doing well." Anna told her. "And you seem to be enjoying yourself. I mean, I've never seen anyone practically dancing as they checked supplies."

Tilly glanced at her, a slight blush warming her cheeks. "It helps me focus. Like you said, there's a lot riding on us doing things right."

"That's one way to do it. Can you still focus when things get intense?" Anna asked, curious. Dancing around the resus room would be basically the opposite of professionalism.

"I have no problem there. When things are going crazy, I'm in the zone. It's why I love working down here. When it's quiet though..." Tilly shrugged. Anna got the sense that she'd explained things this way many times, and after a moment it finally twigged.

"You have ADHD." Anna made it a statement, rather than a question. Tilly nodded, while seeming to shrink in on herself slightly. "Do your supervisors know?" Anna asked.

"It's in my file. I don't know if they read it, I don't exactly broadcast it though. People sometimes get the wrong idea and don't trust me with anything important, which just makes things worse."

"Hmm." Anna, murmured as she thought for a moment. Tilly was looking at the floor, clenching her arms tighter. Anna turned and laid a hand on her shoulder. "Well. If you come back here after you graduate, I promise to always throw you at the biggest fire."

Tilly snapped her head up. "Really?" Anna smiled and nodded, prompting Tilly to grin, that bubbling energy returning in an instant.

Carl took that moment to come into Resus 3. He looked grave. "Paramedics are on site, but they're rushing the patient in. She's got a fever of 40.2 and climbing, and has already had a run of SVT." He looked to Tilly. "We're going to need as many cold packs as you can carry. Then get into high grade PPE, we may be dealing with an aggressive infection" He told her.

Tilly glanced at Anna, the corner of her mouth curling in a quick smile before she darted around Carl, heading for the store room.

* * *

The gurney rattled gently, it's wheels squeaking on the polished floor of the central corridor of the convention centre as the paramedics rushed it towards the entrance where the ambulance was parked. Lucy pushed with her elbows, her hands occupied with holding the ambubag to Zara's face, pumping the bulb every few seconds.

As soon as Dave and Steve had arrived to find their patient no longer simply seizing, but apparently gripped by a rapidly escalating fever of unknown source, they made the call to scoop and run. She needed cooling as soon as possible, and the few cool packs the ambulance carried had been left inside it. With Zara in such a precarious state but as stable as she was likely to get without intense intervention, the decision had been simple. They'd hurried to swap monitors, then load her onto a board then the gurney, throwing a thin sheet over her bared chest to preserve some modesty, and had placed the ambulances monitor between her legs.

Lucy kept an eye of the display, watching Zara's rapid heart rate flicker across the screen. Dave and Steve drove the gurney, guiding it through the gap being formed ahead of them by the centre's security. Janice trailed behind them, shepherding Jaya while carrying a bag in her hand in addition to the one strapped to her back.

The team of paramedics finally broke out into the sunshine outside, rolling the gurney down the access ramp and up to the ambulance, spinning it around so that Zara's head would go in first. Once the doors were open Lucy dropped the ambu bag onto the bed, climbing into the ambulance and helping to get the gurney inside. She resumed bagging as the others got themselves sorted, Dave joining her in the back while Steve went up front to drive. Janice showed Jaya to the front passenger seat, then popped her head in through the side door.

"Here's your drug kit Luce, I'll take the rest of our gear back." She said to Lucy, who nodded in thanks. Janice looked at Zara, still limp and sweating on the gurney, a grim expression on her face. "Let me know how it goes." She said, before pushing the door closed.

"Get them cool packs out." Lucy told Dave. Now that the ambulance doors were closed, she cast the sheet off of Zara, baring her chest once more.

Dave quickly pulled out all three chemical cool packs, cracking them to activate the reaction. They were bigger than those you could buy at a pharmacy, large enough that they covered the span between Zara's arm pits, fully covering her breasts. The second went over the beauty queens abdomen, while Dave did his best to shape the third around Zara's head and neck. With that done, Dave looked around to the front of the ambulance. "Get us going Steve, we don't have time to waste!"

The ambulance rumbled and started to move. Even though the journey would be short, there was still plenty for the two medics in the back to do. Dave was taking a pair of shear to the rest of Zara's dress, cutting from the side of the waist down to the top of the side slit. Without that small bit of fabric he could fully spread the dress to be clear of Zara's body. He also removed the slim set of underwear, leaving Zara totally naked on the gurney. Her whole body was slick with a layer of clammy sweat.

At her head Lucy was doing her best to keep breathing for Zara, while also trying to get a temperature sensor attached. It was tough, the sweat repelling the adhesive, but with a clean and quick movements she was eventually able to get the sensor to stick. It probably wouldn't hold for long, but it wouldn't need to. Once they got Zara into the emergency department they'd probably insert a probe into a central port. As it stood, the monitor began to show a reading, the number joining that of her heart rate and flashing an angry red.

"Surface temp is already 40.7C. She's burning up." Lucy said with a shake of her head, looking down at Zara. Her eyes had cracked open slightly, but there was no alertness behind them.

"Going with another bag of saline and some antipyretics." Dave said, shuffling about and manipulating the iv line.

They were halfway to the hospital when Zara twitched slightly, her arms and legs contracting for a brief moment. Lucy looked between the monitor and the body on the gurney. The monitor was still alarming at the extremely rapid heart rate, and Zara gave another small twitch.

"Muscle tremors." Dave said in a low voice. "This isn't looking good."

[nat20potato]

(Sighs dreamily) Thinking about Omega Edgin again. Thinking about him lactating im his heats ever since giving birth to Kira; nipples peaked and him having to squirm and milk himself whenever he fucks himself down on toys absolutely DRENCHED in milk and slick. In the past Zia would have assisted him through it, she had absolutely ADORED his sensitivity of his nipples due to the milking, made him feel beautiful and sexy when his breasts would just feel swollen and heavy and messy and what she couldnt drink would just have been bottled up for Kira later. And even when she died it would not have gone to waste for years; hes had many a heat caring for Kira between fogs and allowing her to feed so that she would not have been left hungry.

But Kira's not a babe anymore, she doesnt need nursing, not for years. And due to the repressed misery while he was imprisoned he finds his libido returned and increased tenfold post the events of Neverwinter, home with all his loved ones safe and content once more.

Thinking of Xedgin getting together, Alpha!Xenk learning about his leaky quirk in the first shared heat they have. Edgin offers to keep a padded bra in embarassment so as to not put the Alpha off, mortified to discover the milking hes been doing in his prep before the event doesnt tamp the leaking at all.

Thinking of Xenk going absolutely feral. Thinking of Xenk biting and sucking and drinking like a man gone half mad with thirst for the sight of his mate, his body primed for comfort and excess and caretaking, Edgin keyed in on the sight and whispering how ready he is for another pup whenever Xenk deigns to give him one, how they might want for nothing, if Xenk would do the honourable thing and help him through the milking bc they make him ever so sore and his nipples too sensitive to be anything but a ready whore and nest at service whenever Xenk wants him.

(Clears throat) Just some thoughts

[neha24blog]

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8 Best Nursing Pillows, According to PEDs and Parents

Breastfeeding can be a rewarding experience. But while it's billed as natural, it can feel like anything but at first - especially after birthing an entire human. Enter, a good nursing pillow. "Nursing pillows can help provide support during breastfeeding," says Erron Towns, MD, a pediatrician with Salisbury Pediatric Associates in Salisbury, NC. "This can help the mother avoid arm and torso fatigue while making it easier to achieve the proper positioning. This can alleviate some stress during what is generally a pretty stressful - but wonderful - time for a new mother." To be clear, a nursing pillow isn't a must-have. Inherently, the only must-haves are a lactating parent and child, especially when in the trenches of clusterfeeding and trying to find the best breast pump. "Many breastfeeding moms do so successfully without [a nursing pillow], but they are sure are nice to have," says pediatrician, Kristen W. Cook, MD. "By the way, nursing pillow use does not need to be limited to moms who breastfeed. They can be helpful for parents who are bottle feeding their babies as well." Dr. Cook adds that a parent may also use them to help a baby build strength during tummy time, but she shares that following some safety guidance is essential. "I advise the families in my medical practice to place their 3-to-4-month-old babies on a nursing pillow in a prone position with their arms underneath them for support," Dr. Cook says. "I suggest they add developmentally appropriate toys, or even better, a mirror, in front of the pillow to encourage head lifting." Other safety considerations: "I definitely recommend using a nursing pillow only as directed," Dr. Towns says. "Also, a mother should not fall asleep while nursing in an upright position with or without a pillow." Nursing parents also had some advice on what to look for. * Try more than one. Though you may pick one for a registry, one mother suggests choosing a few. "While one might work great for your best friend, your needs and your baby's needs can be quite different," says Siobhan Alvarez-Borland, a postpartum doula and lifestyle expert who nursed three children. "Some babies also need to be fed with different breastfeeding positions, and not all pillows will work." * Your body matters. It's best to ensure a nursing pillow fits your body (like clothes). "A good nursing pillow should hug your waist with minimal movement while in use," says Karissa Whitman, the founder of Mom After Baby, who nursed and pumped for two children. * Consider thickness and shape. Thickness and shape are also items Whitman suggests evaluating. "Some nursing pillows offer a thick padding while others can go flat after a few uses, making it hard to position baby over time," she says To help parents decide, we asked parents and pediatricians for recommendations and assessed online reviews to figure out which nursing pillows are the best. Here are nine great nursing pillows. https://www.popsugar.com/family/best-nursing-pillows-49314903?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=tumblr

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Baby Essentials: Must-Have Items for New Parents

Introduction : Bringing a new baby into the world is an exciting and joyous occasion, but it can also be overwhelming, especially for first-time parents. To ensure a smooth transition into parenthood, it's essential to have the right baby essentials on hand. In this article, we will explore the must-have items that every new parent should consider for their little one's well-being and comfort.

Diapers and Wipes : When it comes to baby essentials, diapers and wipes are at the top of the list. Newborns go through several diaper changes each day, and having an ample supply is crucial. Whether you opt for disposable or cloth diapers, choose a brand that is gentle on your baby's delicate skin. Wipes are essential for quick and convenient cleanups, so stock up on fragrance-free and hypoallergenic options to protect your little one's sensitive skin.

Clothing and Swaddles : Babies grow rapidly, so having a variety of clothing options is necessary. Opt for soft and breathable fabrics, such as cotton, to keep your baby comfortable. Essential clothing items include onesies, sleepers, socks, and hats. Swaddles are also invaluable for newborns, providing a snug and secure feeling reminiscent of the womb. They promote better sleep and help soothe fussy babies, so invest in a few swaddle blankets or sleep sacks.

Feeding Essentials : Whether you choose to breastfeed or bottle-feed, feeding essentials are a must. For breastfeeding mothers, nursing bras, breast pads, and a comfortable nursing pillow can greatly enhance the feeding experience. If you opt for bottle-feeding, ensure you have an adequate supply of bottles, nipples, and a bottle sterilizer. Additionally, a breast pump can be beneficial for nursing mothers who want to express milk for later use or have the flexibility to share feeding duties.

Baby Care Products : Keeping your baby clean and well-groomed is essential for their health and happiness. Invest in gentle baby care products, including baby shampoo, body wash, lotion, and a diaper rash cream. Look for products that are free from harsh chemicals and fragrances to minimize the risk of irritation. A baby bathtub, soft towels, and a nail clipper specifically designed for babies are also essential for maintaining hygiene.

Nursery Essentials : Creating a safe and comfortable nursery is vital for both the baby and parents. Start with a crib or bassinet, along with a firm mattress and fitted sheets. A changing table or a changing pad with a cover makes diaper changes easier. Don't forget about blackout curtains or blinds to create a sleep-friendly environment. A baby monitor can provide peace of mind, allowing you to keep an eye on your little one even when you're in another room.

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Products Recommended for Postpartum ♡

Howdy, readers, new parents, expecting parents, and pals of parents!

I figured I'd share with you all a list of products I have or products to make the postpartum stage of pregnancy a bit smoother, as I hear it can be physically AND mentally challenging.

💭 Below are links to products I recommend, keep in mind, I have a personal bias, color schemes I prefer, etc. Some of these products may be ideal for me and may be completely unfit for you due to differences in a number of factors, such as lifestyle choices, living space availability, climate, etc.

Links may be a bit difficult to see if you’re on desktop, but hover your cursor over them and they should show up just fine! Let's dive in! 🔍

🧻 Bathroom

Below are items that would be helpful in the bathroom to aid you in healing your abdomen and lower body.

Rolling Cart for holding items: 3 Tier Utility Cart White - Brightroom™

Peri Bottle: Frida Mom Upside Down Peri Bottle for Postpartum Care

Postpartum Underwear: Always Discreet Incontinence & Postpartum Incontinence Underwear for Women

Perineal Spray: Earth Mama Herbal Perineal Spray

Washcloths: 8pc 12"x12" Washcloth Set Gray - Pillowfort™

🛏 Bedside

Below are items I feel would be helpful to have bedside, so if in the middle of the night you're in need, you can easily reach over and have them quickly!

Rolling Cart for holding items: 3 Tier Utility Cart White - Brightroom™

64oz Water Bottle w/Straw: Cool Gear® beast jug water bottle 64oz

Postnatal Vitamins: Centrum Postnatal Vitamin Gummies - Berry Citrus Smoothie - 60ct

Organic Nipple Butter: Earth Mama Organic Nipple Butter

Vegan Lip Balm: Public Goods Lip Balm

Pain Relief Pills: Tylenol Extra Strength Caplets with 500 mg Acetaminophen

Breast Pads: NuAngel Disposable Nursing Pads, 60 ct

Hair Ties: Scunci Everyday & Active No Damage Large Interlock Scrunchies - 10pk

Journal: 240 Sheet College Ruled Journal 7.75"x5.5" Green Linen - Threshold™

Pens: BIC Xtra Life Ballpoint Pens, Medium Tip, 10ct - Black

Word Search: Brain Games - Brain Workout: Word Search - by Publications International Ltd & Brain Games (Spiral Bound)

Tissues: Facial Tissue - 144ct - up & up™

Waste Bin: 10L Hammered Round Waste Bin White - Bath Bliss

Compression Socks: CHARMKING Compression Socks for Women & Men Circulation (3 Pairs)

Healthy snacks you enjoy! This one is a pretty personal one, so I recommend you decide them yourself, but be sure to stock up on protein packed snacks, granola bars, mints, nuts, dried fruit, and other items that don't exactly need refrigeration.

💭 Is there anything you'd add to the list? Be sure to comment!

Congratulations on your birthing experience! I wish you a strong community and smooth recovery.

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Durable Medical Equipment Market Development, Top Trends and Future Scope with Upcoming Opportunities

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Key Players

Invacare Corporation

Sunrise Medical

Arjohuntleigh

Hill-Rom

Stryker

Medline Industries, Inc.

Medical Device Depot, Inc.

GF Health Products Inc.

Carex Health Brands

Baxter International, Inc.

Becton, Dickinson, and Company

Joerns Healthcare LLC

Key Segments in Durable Medical Equipment Industry Research

By Product :

Monitoring & Therapeutic Devices

Personal Mobility Devices

Bathroom Safety Devices

Medical Furniture

Incontinent Pads

Breast Pumps

Catheters

Consumables & Accessories

Others

By End User :

Hospitals

Nursing Homes

Home Healthcare

Ambulatory Surgical Centers

Others

By Region :

North America

Latin America

Europe

East Asia

South Asia & Oceania

MEA              

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Breastfeeding Accessories Market Competitors Growth Prospects And Industry Growth Rate 2022-2030

The global breastfeeding accessories market size is expected to reach USD 3.90 billion by 2030, according to a new report by Grand View Research, Inc. It is expected to expand at a CAGR of 6.45% from 2022 to 2030. An increasing women’s employment rate is expected to surge the demand for breastfeeding accessories, thereby propelling the market growth. For instance, according to the data from the World Bank and the International Labor Organization, 55% of women in the U.S. are employed, whereas this number increases in the U.K. with 59% women employability. Working women are more likely to purchase breastfeeding accessories, thus, with a surge in the women’s employment rate, the market is expected to grow over the forecast period.

Moreover, there has been a rise in the global birth rate. For instance, as per the latest report by the International Institute of Sustainable Development (IISD), the global fertility rate has touched 2.3 births per woman, which is well above the replacement rate. Similarly, there has been an increase in the number of milk banks across the globe. For instance, as per the European Milk Bank Association, there are 280 active milk banks in Europe. Likewise, according to the International Breastfeeding Journal, there were 80 milk banks in India as of 2020. Thus, with the establishment of milk banks globally, the market is anticipated to witness growth during the forecast period.

Furthermore, with the introduction of the COVID-19 vaccine and the lifting of lockdown impositions, the market may witness considerable growth over the forecast period. This can be attributed to the opening of offices globally and the initiation of work from office or hybrid work settings. For instance, Microsoft has given their employees 30 days to shift towards a new pattern of hybrid working setting, which has started from February 2022. Furthermore, many market players are initiating strategies such as product launches, partnerships, collaboration, and awareness campaigns to expand their reach. For instance, various market players such as Medela LLC and Laura & Co. are increasing awareness among the target population by arranging programs and distributing magazines. Thus, the aforementioned factors may help the market grow over the forecast period.

Breastfeeding Accessories Market Report Highlights

• Based on product, the breastmilk storage and feeding segment dominated the market with a share of over 15.0% in 2021 owing to an increase in the women’s employment rate

• The postpartum recovery accessories product segment is expected to register the fastest growth rate over the forecast period. An increase in the number of births is anticipated to have a significant impact on the use of postpartum recovery accessories

• Asia Pacific held the largest revenue share of over 40.0% in 2021 owing to the presence of a large target population and an increase in the birth rate

Breast Pump and Breastfeeding Accessories Market Size was valued at USD 4.06 Billion in 2021 and is projected to expand at a CAGR of 7.8% during 2022 to 2030.

Breastfeeding Accessories Market Segmentation

Grand View Research has segmented the global breastfeeding accessories market on the basis of product and region:

Breastfeeding Accessories Product Outlook (Revenue, USD Million, 2018 – 2030)

• Nipple Care Products

• Breast Shells

• Breast Pads

• Breastmilk Preparation and Cleaning Products

• Breastmilk Storage and Feeding

• Perineal Cooling Pads

• Breast Heating Pads

• Breast Cooling Pads

• Baby Weighing Scales

• Maternity/Nursing Bras

• Nursing Tank Tops

• Lactation Massager

• Breast Pump Carry/Tote Bags

• Postpartum Recovery Accessories

Breastfeeding Accessories Regional Outlook (Revenue, USD Million, 2018 – 2030)

• North America

U.S.

Canada

• Europe

U.K.

Germany

France

Italy

Spain

• Asia Pacific

China

Japan

India

South Korea

Australia

• Latin America

Brazil

Mexico

Colombia

Argentina

• Middle East & Africa

South Africa

Saudi Arabia

UAE

List of Key Players in Breastfeeding Accessories Market

• Medela AG

• Ameda, Inc.

• Willow Innovations, Inc.

• Koninklijke Philips N.V.

• Chiaro Technology Limited

• Pigeon Corporation

• Spectra Baby

• Lavie Mom

• Motif Medical

• Mayborn Group Limited

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unwanted | p.parker

[Warnings] dark!grey!peter parker x reader, noncon dubcon sex, oral sex (female recieving), sex trafficking, sexual slavery, unprotected sex, kidnapping, mafia?au, dark tony stark, breeding kink, possessive!peter, hella angst, super dark concept READ AT YOUR OWN RISK TRIGGERING CONTENT AHEAD

A/N: This is a longer one for me, hope you enjoy! I started this before I saw no way home so there are no spoilers ahead :)

word count: 7.1k

In which you let your guard down for the mafia boss’s nephew.

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There were several types of girls standing in the medicine line and you were surprised to see that some of them were actually smiling. They seemed to gossip and laugh at inside jokes as they picked at their chipped nail polish and ran their fingers through their tangled hair. There were also the emotional ones, the ones with tears in their eyes and jumped at every slamming door. Then there were the girls like you, completely stoic and numb. 

You used to think the body had an infinite source of tears but it had been months since you cried. The guards were less likely to pick on you, knowing they wouldn’t get a rise out of you, but you had to easily fake your emotions. Some John’s liked it when you acted like a dead fish but other’s hated it and you learned from the other girls that Tony was unforgiving. If you were one of Tony’s girls, your job was to provide a fantasy to New York’s elite and he’d be sure to sell you off to the cartel if you didn’t satisfy customers. 

“Next,” You heard the nurse’s voice and turned your attention away from the floor. Your bare feet padded against the cement floor as you made your way up to her cart. She handed you a small plastic cup, three pills sitting inside and waiting for you. You were always told they were vitamins but they helped mellow you out. Some girls fought it, puking them up and trading them with each other, but you welcomed the sedation. You swallowed them dry, leading her to say, “Open.”

You opened wide for her and you were about to move along when she said, “You, follow him.” She gestured to the man standing at the door behind her. You looked up at the handsome man, your arms suddenly crossing over your breasts to cover your nipples which were poking through your thin top. You didn’t recognize him as he wasn’t the dark haired man with the black gloves like usual. Barnes had an obvious distaste for his job but this one almost looked scared to be here. You approached him, and he opened the door for you, expecting you to walk in first. 

You prayed the drugs would kick in soon and walked inside the shower room. You’d seen this happen before, they picked out girls all the time, and you only hoped that you hadn’t done something wrong. They kept all sixty girls in that area, brought us in through a connected loading dock, and transported us the same way. You slept in bunks in small, shared corners and you basically did the same thing every day. You worked almost six nights out of the week and when you weren’t taking part in New York’s nightlife, you were sleeping out of boredom. 

He pointed over to the bathroom stalls and you followed his directions. It wasn’t truly a stall as there was no door. He handed you a small white stick and you raised an eyebrow, “What’s this for?” You said in a small voice and he opened his mouth to say something before closing it. It was like he didn’t want to say the wrong thing. It was abnormal, as all the men you’d been around the past year could care little how their words made you feel. They cared little about anyone else at all. 

“You . . . pee on it,” He winced a little as the words left his mouth. 

“I know,” You responded, a bit fearful to have a conversation with him. “I mean … I’m not pregnant, I don’t need this.”

“They just told me to give it to you,” He said, like he was defending himself, “I think you’ve missed your period.”

You huffed, “It’s because of the shots they give us.”

“It’s just to make sure,” He reassured you. Although you didn’t have a choice in the matter, he spoke to you like you did. “I’ll turn around.”

You eyed each other, a weird silence between you, until he awkwardly turned around. You went inside the stall, pulling down your underwear, and trying to focus. 

“I’m Peter,” You heard him say before he rushed out his next words, “I should’ve said that earlier, I’m sorry.” You didn’t respond, unsure of why he was introducing himself to you and talking to you like you were human too. After all, you were the half naked one being forced to relieve yourself in front of a stranger. 

You weren’t going to fall for whatever game he was playing. 

When you finished, you pulled up your underwear, making your way over to the sink. Peter followed you, watching as you set the test down on the dirty sink counter, “So …?”

“You have to wait a few minutes,” You explained succinctly, turning on the water to wash your hands. 

“Right,” He responded, pretending as if he knew that information prior. You looked him over, at his black pants and button up and got the overall impression that he seemed … cleaned. Manicured, even, which was peculiar to you, “How do we know if it’s negative?”

You angled your head at him, and you pursed your lips. 

“It’s my first day,” He admitted, stuffing his hands into his back pockets. 

“Two lines for positive and one line for negative.”

He nodded, understanding, “You should have nothing to worry about,” He said, and it made you wonder how he could have possibly come to that conclusion. 

“What would happen … if I was pregnant?” Perhaps it was his willingness to talk that made you comfortable enough to ask, “Would they give the baby away?”

It was clearly not the question he was expecting and you had a feeling he didn’t understand the full magnitude of his new day job, “Mr. Stark doesn’t traffic kids,” Was his response and he spoke as if it was meant to be reassuring. You covered your mouth as a laugh suddenly exploded from you. It was a crazy, weary laugh as a result of your tired mind. 

You quickly stopped yourself, “I’m sorry,” You spoke with wide eyes, out of breath. You turned away from him, looking down at the test. It was negative, of course, and you grabbed it with the intention of throwing it away, “It’s, uhm, negative. Can I go back to my bunk?”

He still seemed stunned but he nodded. You walked away from him and didn’t look back even as he said, “I guess I’ll see you around.”

A few days went by before you saw Peter again and by then it had seemed to dawn on him that his job was completely shitty. You were glad he hadn’t seen you over the past few days as they had been rough. The same night you had to take that pregnancy tests, Barnes took you a ten other girls to this penthouse where a bunch of frat guys were expecting strippers. You’d think sleeping with guys who were young and somewhat attractive would be better than other John’s but you found the young and entitled guys to be the worst. 

You got trapped in a room with a pledge who’s mission for night was to leave as many bruises on you as possible. Barnes made it clear while you were all being driven home that Tony would never be doing business with that frat leader ever again. He couldn’t have customers willfully damaging his property. You’d healed up a bit but you still were being packed in makeup tonight to make sure you looked presentable. 

Peter’s eyes were looking at anything but you and the two other girls in the room. Wanda, dressed as a schoolgirl, shot you an amused look. She was clearly baffled by the fact that he hadn’t taken the opportunity to watch all of you change. 

“Peterrr,” She drawled out his name as she stood up in her white go-go boots, “Can I sit in the front with you? I can help you with the directions. I’ve been to Killian's place a million times.”

For the first time, he looked at you, and you immediately looked away. What were you gonna do? Give him permission, “Yeah, sure,” He gave in quickly and Wanda clapped her hands in excitement, “We should get on the road soon.”

You stood up from your spot, readjusting the suspenders on your sexy fireman costume. A schoolgirl, fireman and a maid were an interesting combination but it would take way too much brain power to understand the fetishes of these kinds of men. 

Peter opened the back doors of the black van, offering his hand as you climbed inside, and, like he agreed, Wanda got to sit in the front. She stood by him most of the night, when she could, but you tried your best to focus on other things. Sometimes pretending to be someone else made the night easier. Sometimes you’d pretend to be a struggling college student, one with a happy family from a small town, but trying to put herself through college in the big city. You'd be getting your degree soon and then getting a really good job and your past would be completely wiped away. 

You accepted a beer from Wanda, downing it quickly, as she gossiped with you, “You know, Tony is his uncle. Think he’s working to inherit the family business?”

You shrugged, “Why don’t you ask him?”

Wanda rolled her eyes, “He doesn’t seem cut out for it. But for now, I think he can make my stay here a little more cozy.” 

Your eyes wandered over to Peter who was nursing a drink in the corner. Wanda had lived this life for much longer than you and this is exactly how she learned to survive. It would be interesting to see what she could manipulate Peter out of. 

Aldrich Killian’s voice interrupted your thoughts. The one dressed as a maid was clinging to him, her pupils signalling that she was fucked out of her mind, “Ladies, the hot tub awaits us!” He smiled wickedly, gesturing for us to follow him. 

The night wasn’t horrible, you were grateful that Killian had taken a liking more to the other girls and that he had plenty of alcohol.  A makeout session had begun and, feeling like you were fourth-wheeling, you grabbed a towel and went back inside. You found Peter mindlessly watching a football game on the couch and sat a few feet away from him. 

“So …. Stark is your uncle?”

He perked up at your words, “What? Uhm, yeah, I guess he’s like an uncle. Like a father, actually.”

“Is this something you wanted to do?”

“Not originally,” He answered cautiously, “I want to do tech stuff, I thought I would go to MIT, but I can’t afford it without Tony. He really wants me to work for him for a few years, I think he’s hoping I’ll want to stay.”

You hummed in response.

“I’m sorry about that time in the bathroom. I know what it looks like. You think I’m a horrible person . . . and I suppose I am. Tony has this effect of just sucking up all the air out any room he’s in and he knows it. And he traps you in and he does whatever he can to get something out of you . . . and you just want him to let you breathe so you do it . . .” You imagined that the liquid courage was the cause of this, him talking to you like you were his therapist, “I know my situation is nothing like yours-”

“It’s okay,” you assured him, nursing your own drink. He didn’t sound like an asshole, he sounded like someone who had experienced Tony Stark for way longer than you had, “I’m okay, you don’t have to worry about me.”

“But-”

You scooted closer to him, close enough for your knees to touch and you slowly closed the gap between your faces, “Let’s pretend we’re strangers.”

He tilted his head, looking over every detail of your face, “Why?”

“So I can do this,” You hovered your lips near his and you could feel his sudden inhalation of air. His eyes were wide until his lids slowly fell and then he was closing his eyes. You closed your eyes too as you pressed your lips to his. 

You knew what it was like to taste someone but this was deep and sweet. He tasted sweet. You wanted more and you deepened the kiss. You felt his gentle hand on your face, his thumbs tracing your heated cheeks. When you pulled away to breathe, his eyes were sparkling with something you could only describe as wonder. 

“Was that good?” He asked which took your breath away more than the actual kiss. You nodded, a small smile dancing on your lips. 

“Can we . . . can we just kiss?” 

“Yeah,” Peter nodded, allowing you to take in his lips once again. You didn’t know it was even possible to kiss for that long or that anyone would want to kiss for that long. Peter’s hands never wandered below your neck as you were pressed against each other on the couch. When your lips finally tired and Peter’s lips were surrounded with red from your lipstick and the amount of friction, you tucked your head into his neck and closed your eyes. 

Peter’s hands were hesitant but he wrapped his arms around you, letting you sink into him. You’d never felt this normal before. 

Wanda hadn’t spoken to you in two weeks. She must’ve noticed you and Peter getting closer. You hadn’t intended to swoop in and steal her target. As far as you were concerned, she could still have him. You didn’t own him. You didn’t have anything to call your own anymore. Not even your body. 

You weren’t even sure Peter would return as it had also been days since you’d seen him. He seemed to like just kissing you and you thought he was starting to look forward to going out with you. Now you were thinking probably had regrets about being so intimate with you. Maybe he’d gotten caught up in the fantasy of you and came to the realization that you were used. 

Everyone received an early wakeup one Friday and you were all roughly coaxed from your sleep by an ear piercing whistle. Everyone filed out of their bunks, knowing the consequences of being disobedient, and formed a long line as always. Bare feet on the cold cement, we all shivered in our underwear and t-shirts, as we waited for whatever was to come. 

Some girls were visibly worried, probably newbies who’d never met your fearless leader. Tony liked his early mornings, his single file lines, and his obedient little girls. 

Your chin did lift as you realized that Tony was accompanied by his handsome prodigy but you weren’t surprised when Peter looked in every direction except yours.

“Good morning, ladies,” Tony’s voice boomed through the room. 

“Good morning, Tony,” We all responded back, instinctively, and almost in complete sync. 

“It’s a pleasure as always to hear all your lovely voices. I realize I haven’t been down in a while to chat but that’s only been because I’ve been working on something very important,” His arms are folded in front of him, a knowing smile on his lips as his eyes ran down the line of girls, “I’m sure a lot of you remember our old friend Violeta.”

As if the tension in the room couldn’t get any worse, an even thicker layer of silence fell over the room, “Yes, well, for those of you that are new here. I can’t help but emphasize the importance of not abandoning your responsibilities here. My men are here to protect you and, when you run from them, you lose that protection. What happened to Violeta was a complete shame …” He paused for effect, “But completely preventable. All you girls were taken by some very bad people. I paid off your debts for you. You owe me.”

You found it funny that he made it seem like what happened was completely accidental. Violeta’s John fell in love with her and helped her run away. You’d heard from Wanda that Tony supposedly tracked them down all the way in Canada and had them “taken care of”. For all you knew, Violeta was living happily ever after and Tony was just trying to scare you all. It was the not knowing that kept you all instilled with fear. 

“I have too many hard, you wouldn’t believe how difficult, kinds of decisions when I’m not returned what’s owed to me,” He said, his hand now over his heart, “Thanks to Peter’s help, I have a new way of ensuring you all’s protection. You will all stay in line, when your name is called you will follow Peter to a small room where Dr. Banner will be waiting for you. You’ll follow his exact directions and, when you’re done with your small procedure, I have early Christmas presents.”

Tony waved his hand and a henchman placed a large cardboard box by his feet. Tony carefully reached into the box and as soon as a small meow was heard, the group of girls erupted in fawning sounds. The man was smart, animals would be the quickest way to boost morale around here and you had to admit having a cute kitten to curl up with at night would bring you so much joy. 

If only you didn’t have to go through a “small procedure” first. 

Sometimes you preferred going out for the night over being forced to stand around in silence. In the silence you could think way too much. You thought how much you blended into this crowd as just another lonely face. 

When it was finally your turn to see Dr. Banner, you were on edge as girls had already walked out of the room clutching their arms and some even had tears in their eyes, “Hi,” Peter said to you, his voice sending a shiver through you, making you forget which foot to place in front of the other.

“Hi,” You spoke quietly, letting him lead you into the room and close the door behind him. 

“Number 2664,” Doctor Banner read out and you confirmed by nodding your head. 

There was a metal chair in the middle of the room and Peter gestured to you to have a seat. It was cold against your bottom and, as you looked around the cement room, you couldn’t help but find it as a poor excuse for a medical office. It was much more than the handcuffs attached to the seat that didn’t match. Peter leaned over you, fixing the padded straps of the restraints around your wrists, “This is just to keep you from moving around too much. Don’t worry.”

You nodded though you wondered how he even thought it was possible for you to not worry. 

“Yeah, it’s just a pinch. Like a shot,” Dr. Banner added on and you watched as he appeared with a thick metal cylinder with a needle like attachment. 

“It helps not to look,” Peter said and you shut your eyes tightly. You felt a cold, wet swipe against your arm before the most painful pinch. You yelped but felt a hand suddenly wrap itself around yours. You kept your eyes shut but the pain didn’t subside, your arm felt like it was completely on fire. 

“Uhhh, Dr. Banner?” Despite his comforting hand, his voice was far from it, and you slowly peaked your eyes open to see lines of blood dripping down your arm. 

“Hmm, some minor bleeding, nothing to worry about it,” You heard Banner rummaging through cabinets probably for something to clean you up with. It certainly didn’t look minor . . . the blood was so red and now you were dizzy. 

“Peter . . . I-I don’t like blood.”

“It’s okay, we’re gonna clean you-” His face was blurring and those were the last words you heard before you passed out. 

There was a woman beside you, sitting in the picture frame on the bed side table. She was older and gorgeous with long brown hair flowing down her back, a moving box in her hands as she smiled at whoever was hiding by the camera. Someone’s wife, you assumed, as you had woken up in stranger’s beds many times. It was more common than not that the men you were with had wives. 

You sat up in bed, immediately feeling a sting in your arm and remembering that you’d recently been hurt. Your arm was bandaged and, luckily, there was no blood like before. Your stomach turned just thinking about it. 

Then your stomach began to turn for another reason. Why were you here? You didn’t remember going out during the night or being assigned to a John. You also felt no pain between your legs, and as you lifted the covers, you didn’t notice any fresh bruising on your inner thighs. You were also still wearing your standard underwear and t-shirt.

It was a nice master bedroom with white sheets and linens, a giant flat screen mounted to the wall and curtain-covered windows that led out onto a balcony. You slowly left the bed, your bare feet padding against the cold wood of the floor. You were too cautious to see what was outside the door. You knew better than to be somewhere that somebody didn’t want you to be. 

You weren’t your own and you tried not to take up more space than you were allowed. You pulled the curtains back a bit as you looked out onto the rainy city. Your fingers gently glided over the glass before running over the sliding door handle. 

You whipped your head around as you heard the door slowly creak opened and you were just as relieved as you were confused when Peter opened the door. Dressed in sweats and a mathletes t-shirt, he came in holding a red shopping bag. 

“Peter?” Your feet moved you closer, your arms crossed over your chest, “What happened?”

“Hi, uhm, yeah, so you passed out,” He explained, “And I . . . I told Dr. Banner I was gonna get you some fresh air.”

Your eyebrows raised.

“Well, it’s raining so I just brought you to my place.”

“Oh,” Your face fell a bit and you looked back at the bed. 

“And I got you a sweater and some leggings,” He walked further into the room until he was only five feet from you and set the bag down on the bed, “I didn’t really know what you’d like to wear but next time I can get something better, something you like.”

“Peter I-I don’t really understand what’s going on,” You spoke quickly, your brain speeding a million miles a minute, “Does Mr. Stark know I’m here?”

“Don’t worry about it,” He spoke quickly and a little too harshly, “Don’t you want a break for a little while? We could spend the weekend here.”

You shook your head, “I didn’t even think you liked me.”

“I do,” Peter insisted, closing the gap further, “And if we just had time alone then we could get to know each other without all the distractions.”

You scoffed, “Peter, if you want to fuck me, you can just do it.”

“No, no, no, that’s not why and I’m not pretending,” He grabbed your hand and you suddenly felt the fantasy you had of him fading away. Though the soft brown eyes felt genuine, you couldn’t help but feel frightened by the potential feelings for him and the inevitable withdrawal when it doesn’t work out. 

“Those distractions are my real life, Peter. I have to go back.”

“Well up here there’s television, takeout, a private bathroom and actually warm water. And I promise you won’t get in trouble. It’s your decision, of course.”

You breathed in deeply as he smiled at you. You wanted to believe you actually had a choice and so you slowly nodded, “Good,” He rejoiced, squeezing your hand before letting it go, “Feel free to change and I can order pizza. What’s your favorite kind?”

You could barely remember the taste of pizza. You simply shrugged, already overwhelmed with the amount of choices you were getting to make, “Anything. Whatever you want.”

“No, really? You can tell me.”

“Cheese . . . just cheese.”

“Just cheese. Got it,” He winked before walking backwards towards the door. 

When the door closed, you shut your eyes tightly before opening them. You weren’t sure if you were still dreaming. 

You loved the way the clothes felt against your skin. You were really wearing real clothes, not lingerie, and you could tell by the price tag that they were more than good quality. You were going back and forth with the voices in your head. Part of you wanted to enjoy the moment but another part of you couldn’t help but think about the fact that things with Peter would never truly be real. And shouldn’t you want more for yourself? Or was your world so small now that this was the best you’d ever get?

The attached living room and kitchen were huge and the living room was facing even taller windows that looked out onto the city. Peter looked small, sitting there on the couch alone, and when he looked up at you he looked like an excited child viewing a new present. 

You were far from the prize. Perhaps you were something new and shiny but eventually you’d get replaced when something better and truly worthy stepped into the picture, “I love it,” Peter said, his head resting on his chin, “You look great.”

“Thank you,” You stood awkwardly, trying to grow more comfortable in the luxurious space. 

“Sit, please,” He emphasized the spot next to him and you took it, “Pizza is an hour away. Rain and traffic. But I had an idea of what we could do.”

“What?” You inquired. 

“How do you feel about puzzles?” He was standing now, crossing the room to a large bookshelf by the TV.

“I haven’t done many b-but that sounds fun.”

“Cool,” Peter said, “I have to warn you though, my skills are pretty impressive.”

You clapped your hands together as you laid down the final piece to your 200 piece puzzle of rainforest. 

“You’re insane,” Peter stared down at his phone’s stopwatch as you grabbed another piece of pizza to celebrate, “You did that in fourteen minutes.”

“Is that really good?” Peter stared at you dumbfounded.

“Are you sure you haven’t been practicing?”

“Peter, when would I have the time?” You tilted your head at him, “Maybe you’re just not as good as you think.” 

“Oh, you’re on, sweetheart,” You giggled and he slid his phone over to you as he placed another puzzle box on the table, “Hurry, press go.”

That time it took Peter forty minutes to do his puzzle and the last twenty minutes of that he was a total wreck. You didn’t have a competitive bone in your body so it was quite an interesting experience watching him. You went back and forth with Peter becoming even more amazed with you but also frustrated that he was somehow always losing. 

“And . . .  I’m almost done,” He was thirty seconds away from beating your time but hadn’t noticed yet that he was missing one last piece, “And, great, this one is broken.”

“What are you looking for?” You teased him as he searched the table up and down, “Is it this one?” You raised it in your fingers, having found it earlier in his turn. 

“Give it,” He flashed you the most serious look. 

“It fell off the table, it doesn’t count.”

“No way, you just made that up.”

“So? You’re the only one who gets to make rules?” Peter’s eyes narrowed into you, and tension built between you before he lunged. You were already up and running from you. You were laughing wildly as he chased after you. He caught you quickly, his arms wrapping around your torso and you were completely shocked by how easily he lifted you. 

He brought you back to the couch, and you fell down on your bottom as he crawled on top of you. Your heart was beating fast but there was still a grin on your face. He grabbed your wrists, lifting your arms above your head as his face hovered above yours. You were both breathing heavy, your eyes flicking back and forth from each other’s mouths to each other’s eyes. 

He was hesitating so you made your move, lifting your head to close the gap between your lips. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer and your mouths moved together as you explored each other. 

You stayed like this for a while, with him taking a break every now and then to kiss the sides of your mouth and over your neck. Eventually he asked, “Can I try something?” He let go of your hand, sitting up on his knees as he reached down to pull his t-shirt over his head. You stared at his muscular chest, wondering how all of that possibly could have been hiding under his clothes. He was shaped like a statue and the look in his eyes told you that he knew what you were thinking, “Y/N?” He asked again, his hands grabbing your hips. 

You nodded shyly, taken aback by his appearance. He slowly traced your waistband, before gently pulling the leggings down your thighs, and then down your legs. He replaced himself back between your legs, lifting your shirt to kiss your belly before to your thighs. 

It was unbearable but amazing at the same, the way he paid so much attention to your thighs. You played with the ends of your t-shirt, anticipation building in your core, and you tried to keep your body still, “Does that feel good?”

You nodded eagerly, “Y-Yes.”

Peter moved onto your panties, sliding them down as he continued to kiss down your leg. When he was done, he came back to your middle and it seemed eager to taste you. Still, he went slow, gently kissing his lips and pressing his tongue flat against above and below your most sensitive area. 

He was so patient with you, taking minutes before even pressing against your sensitive bulb. When he did press his tongue against it, you thought you might explode, Peter having successfully teased you in all the right ways. He lapped at you, gentle and hard at the same time and you became a moaning mess. 

“Oh my . . . I’m coming, I-I’m coming,” You were surprised by how quickly he brought you release, your thighs squeezing him tight and your hand tightly gripping the couch as your body pulsed with waves of heat. His tongue slowed as if he wanted to not overstimulate you but still continue to taste you. 

Your  eyes met again and you felt so bashful as you came down from your high, your hand slightly covering your face. He settled in beside you and you pecked his mouth. He held your face, brushing his thumb over your cheek, “God, I wish you were all mine,” You blinked, your lips parting but no words leaving them. You weren’t sure what to say. 

You realized next that you’d been satisfied but he hadn’t. This had never happened to you before but you knew it was only fair. You reached down to feel his erection and it wasn’t hard to notice that he’d gotten aroused by your arousal. 

He grabbed your hand, stopping you, “It’s your turn,” You smiled nervously. 

“I’m feeling satisfied already,” He said honestly, “You don't have to, really.”

“Are you sure?” You asked again, feeling awkward. 

He nodded.  

You continued, “I’ve never really felt like that before.”

“Like what?” He stroked your cheek. 

“I don’t know . . . it just felt good.”

Peter’s eyes seemed to darken a bit, as if the implication of your words frustrated him, “Good, that’s good. I’m glad you liked it. Hopefully you’ll let me do it again.”

You nodded eagerly. 

Peter offered to sleep on the couch last night after the two of you watched movies all night. You insisted that he sleep in his own bed but you both ended up passing out on the couch. After a morning shower, an actually warm one, you met Peter in the kitchen for breakfast. 

He was attempting to make pancakes on a skillet,  “I don’t think the batter is supposed to look like that, Peter,” The mix was somehow watery in some places and chunky in the others, signaling to you that something had definitely gone wrong.

“I followed the instructions perfectly,” He complained and you moved beside him, deciding to examine the ingredients. 

“For starters, this flour is three years old,” Your lips pressed together, and you tried not to smile as he winced, “This baking soda is pretty old too.”

“As you can see, I don’t cook much,” Peter sighed, “I was hoping to impress you.”

“That’s okay,” You insisted, nudging him with your hip, “Have a seat. Let me make you something.”

“Let me guess, you’re a great cook as well,” Your silence was enough of an answer. He placed a hand on your waist, pulling you in before pecking your lips, “Well, you teach me what you know about cooking and I’ll find something to teach you.”

Peter watched as you rummaged through his fridge and spice cabinet, picking out whatever you could fry up. You moved on instinct, only stopping to ask Peter where he kept certain things. Being here with Peter you were beginning to feel more and more normal though feeling normal was also making you think of life before all this. You remembered cooking in the kitchen with your older sister, her wrapping an apron around you that was way too big, and her holding your hand to help you crack an egg over a bowl. 

Peter was happily talking about showing you Star Wars movies and putting the matching lego sets together when there was a knock on the door. You watched Peter freeze and the look on his face was uncertain and you thought he might tell you to ignore it but the knocking continued. 

“Stay right there, Y/N,” He got up from his seat before he walked to the front door. You became nervous just because of his demeanor and you turned to the stove to turn off the heat. 

Whoever it was, barged right in and you understood why Peter had let them as soon as you saw those familiar square framed glasses. You felt the urge to shrink yourself and you wish badly that you could make yourself invisible. Both Stark and his young prodigy were silent, and as soon as Tony’s eyes landed on you, he stared both of you down. 

“I just had to see it for myself,” Tony sighed heavily. He turned to you and stalked closer. Peter seemed frozen again as if he was unsure if he should interfere, “Peter, I thought I was clear with you. Get too close to them, these girls will just take advantage of you.”

“It’s not like that,” Peter assured him, “This was . . . this was my idea.”

You’d backed into the kitchen counter as Tony Stark stood over you.“I get it, you’re bored and you wanna play house. These are not the kind of girls you should be picking from,” Peter opened his mouth to retort but Stark interrupted him. Tony Stark grabbed you by your upper arms, pulling you into you as he pressed his nose to your hair, “You give them nice clothes and fancy shampoos and they start to think that they deserve it. I taught you how they crave that affection they never received as children. You can give it to them, let them give you what you want in return, but make sure that they understand it isn’t permanent. They’ll still crawl back to you. They’re simple that way.”

Tony��s face pulled away from you but his hands traveled down your arms until he was squeezing your shaking hands. You looked past him and Peter had a guilty look in his eyes. 

“This is business. Keep it that way. Have your fun but she’s back to work by tonight.”

You were lucky to not have fully let your guard down. You knew this was exactly what would happen and now you were beginning to think that Peter was just lying from the start. 

“Mr. Stark, please let me talk to you outside. Please.”

Tears slipped from your eyes for the first time in a long time. This is what happens when you let people in, when you show emotions and when you let yourself emerge from sedation. “Y/N, just stay right there, please.” As soon as the two men were out of the room, you hurried into Peter’s bedroom. 

You wiped away your tears as quickly as they fell and the fact that you didn’t want to cry only made the tears fall more. You sat on the edge of the bed, wrapping your arms tightly around yourself and trying to soothe in the only way you knew how to. A minute later you heard him calling your name but it was muffled in your mind until he was kneeling before you, rubbing the side of your leg as he tried to bring you back to earth. 

“I’m so sorry. I’m so so sorry,” He was saying over and over again.

You shook your head, “You’ve been doing exactly what Stark taught you-”

“No, please don’t think of me that way. I’m not like him. He wants me to be but I’m not.”

“Peter, d-do you know what you’d do if you weren’t like him?” Peter’s eyes were becoming glassy like yours, “Do you know what you’d do if you actually cared about me? You’d help me get away from here.”

“You know … you know I can’t do that,” He squeezed your leg under his strong grip.

You nodded, understanding, “You gave Stark the idea to put that thing in our arms-”

“I was trying to get in his good favor so I could convince him to be more lenient with you.”

“Or so I couldn’t get away from you either.”

“Be quiet,” He stood up, the dynamic between you shifting as he stood over you, “You don’t know what you’re talking about. I was . . . I was trying to be kind to you.” He began to pace back and forth in front of you.

“As you can see, I don’t need your kindness,” You spoke bitterly, “I’m still in the same shitty situation as I was before you.”

“But I make you feel better, don’t I?” He stopped in his tracks, waiting for you to respond, “Don’t I, Y/N?”

“It doesn’t matter,” You said softly, playing with your fingers in your lap, “Can you just take me back?”

“I know this is my fault, Y/N,” He admitted, “But I can help you. Do you remember when you asked me what would happen if that test you took had two blue lines instead of one?”

You looked up at him, shock and fear fused together on your facial features. 

“It could take a few tries. I’d make sure they never drugged you again,” You fell back on your elbows as he climbed on top of you. You wondered why your body wasn’t fighting it but perhaps you knew deep down there was nowhere to go. Stark wouldn’t defend you from a random socialite and he definitely wouldn’t defend you from his beloved, young Peter, “But Tony wouldn’t have any use for you and I could convince him to let me keep you. And we could be together. And you could be all mine.”

You turned your head away from him but he took that chance you gave him to pepper kisses along your face and neck, “That’s what you want, isn’t it? To be free from those disgusting men. To be normal, to have a family, and you’d have me. You wouldn’t ever be lonely.”

He ran his hand over your chest, feeling your breasts before his hand ran over your stomach, “You’d look so beautiful with my baby inside you.”

He tasted your lips like you were the most delightful thing. He wanted more and he deepened the kiss. You felt his gentle hand on your face, his thumbs tracing your heated cheeks. When he pulled away to breathe, his eyes were sparkling at the thought filling you with his child. 

Like he was last night, he was as patient as ever with his movements. It confused your body, how he could be so loving to it but still have the cruelest of intentions. He kissed from your lips all the way down to what was between your legs. However, he wasn’t patient enough to pull your leggings all the way down. He grabbed your waist, flipping your body over and positioning you how he wanted. 

With your face pressed into the comforter, and one hand against your back, he rubbed his fingers over you sensitive area, playing special and gentle attention to your clit, “You’re already so wet for me, I thought you’d need some extra love and care but it seems like your body really wants this,” Your body loved Peter despite the fact that your mind didn’t. His fingers sent you squirming away from the pleasure but he held you in place. He dipped his thumb inside you as he continued to play with your clit. The combination sent you over the edge faster than you could even comprehend and Peter was pushing down his sweatpants and shoving himself inside you before you could even recover. 

Your walls were still constricting from your orgasm, causing a deep groan to erupt from Peter as he pushed inside you, “Fuck, your body loves it, baby. You’re gonna feel so good you’re gonna be begging me to get you pregnant,” His thrusts were deep and hard, the position allowing him to put all of his waist on you, “And after you have one baby you’re gonna beg me for another. And another.”

You screamed from the bliss, your body desperate for another orgasm. Even as Peter spilled inside of you, he kept thrusting deep, and your walls continued to hold him there. You were a shaking mess when he finally pulled out of you and he collapsed beside you. You couldn’t move so he moved you instead, grabbing a pillow to place underneath your hips. 

He laid beside you, looking into your glossy eyes as he played with your hair. 

[jeonqkooks]

how do you think kook would be as a dad?? i get so soft whenever i think about this

i always wake up to the cutest asks is2g

i’ve been very into dilf koo lately so your timing is great

*cracks knuckles* i think he’d be the most incredible dad 🥺😔

he would drop anything and everything for his kid. literally everything. he never wants his child to think that there’s smth more important than them to daddy. he’d sing them to sleep every single day and just sit there looking at them and smiling and thinking about how lucky he is and how much he loves them

writing songs for his babies 😭

he’d be super attentive and thoughtful, taking notice of every little thing and detail. he’d want to be prepared for everything and have a bag ready for every occasion: sleepovers, trips to the doctor’s office, family outings, etc. he can tell what his child wants before they can even babble anything. ya cold? daddy’s got your blankie right here. baby wants the binky? don’t worry fam i gotchu. toy?? here’s a stuffed bunny that daddy embroidered just for you. it says JK ♡ (baby’s name) bonus points if he has a fanny pack

he’s his child’s best friend, protector, role model, and partner in crime all rolled into one. he wants to be the safest place they know, the person they can share everything with and never feel judged. he’d pass down to them his wisdom and always encourage them to be who they are and to live and love freely bc we all know that man lives for his passions

he’d watch cartoons with his kid and be totally invested in the shows. he’d be on time for all of the episodes and record ones that he’d miss bc of whatever reason. he’d swear that it’s bc his child loves it and not bc he, a grown ass man, has developed an obsession with children’s cartoons

he’d spoil the heck out of them with toys and snacks. can never say no when they ask for ice cream or candy (they inherited his sparkly bambi eyes!! who can say no when those big ass things are staring at you!!) but would always be like “you can’t tell mommy i’m letting you have ice cream. this stays between us, got it?”

yk how he’s super playful with the boys and would randomly pick them up and spin them around and all that stuff? i think he’d be the same way with his kid, always letting them sit on his shoulders or holds them in his arms while he runs around the room to make it feel like they’re flying. but since he’s a Certified Muscle Bunny™️ and doesn’t realize how strong he is (especially in comparison to the little one) maybe he accidentally bumps their head on smth and flips tf out. spends days apolozing and making up to his baby even tho it didn’t even hurt and children have a 0.5-second attention span. after The Incident occurs, whenever he tries to play superman with his kid again he’d make sure they’re fully prepared for any injury :(( so helmets, kneepads, elbow pads, etc

when they’re sick he’d constantly watch over them to make sure they’re okay, give them their meds, sooth them to sleep. he’d stay up day and night, and it’s not until they’re fully nursed back to health that he would give himself permission to rest

he’d try to instil into them a love and passion for banana milk as baby bc he’s nothing if not a Banana Milk Enthusiast™️. would 100% advocate to let his kid have banana milk instead of breast milk or formula

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