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[mothandpidgeon]

While the Baby Sleeps (demon!Ezra x f!reader)

pairing: demon!Ezra x f!reader (mom!reader)

rating: E! 18+!

wc: 2.6k

summary: The only way to get your baby to sleep through the night is making a deal with an unholy creature. But, of course, there are consequences...

tags: dark fic, Dub/non con (making a deal with a demon), breastfeeding, nursing, lactation kink, mommy kink? (but not like that), stretch marks, oral sex, unprotected p in v, overstimulation, horns, Ezra is a sex demon, moth never uses y/n

an: Here is my submission to #MothandBirdMothersDayChallenge! Actually this fic is the reason why I wanted to do this challenge. Sometimes when I'm in the dark nursery in the middle of the night, I have fun intrusive thoughts like 'What if there was a shadowy figure in the doorway?' To combat how terrifying that thought is, I took it and made it horny. Thank you @ezrasbirdie for betaing this, helping me do this Mother's Day Challenge, and all around being a cool auntie to my fics and baby Moth.

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He wakes you every night. It doesn’t matter what you try. Your son hasn't let you have more than three consecutive hours of sleep since he was born. 

You’re at your wit’s end. 

Every time you look in the mirror you see a hollowed out version of yourself with dark bags under your eyes. You make yourself coffee without putting grounds into the filter. You fly into a tearful rage when you spill a bottle of precious milk. You don’t know who you are anymore. 

Tonight’s no different. You lift your crying baby from his crib. Rock him, shush him. You sit with him in the glider and try to nurse him back to sleep. It’s all done bleary-eyed, half asleep. Everything is these days. 

You’d give anything for this baby to sleep. 

Just as the thought crosses your mind, you look up to see a figure standing just outside the nursery. It’s shadowy against the dark of the hallway, shades of gray on black. From the height and broad shoulders, it could be a man. He stands abnormally still. Silent, watching. You think it’s just a trick of your sleep deprived mind until he moves just slightly and a patch of silver hair is caught in the moonlight. 

You must be dreaming because if there was a man in your baby’s room, you’d be terrified. And you’re not. You feel calm like you’re floating on steady waters. 

“Who are you?” you ask. Your voice drifts like a lullaby. 

He doesn’t respond, just leans in the doorway. All that you can make out is that blonde hair and two eyes that glint at you.

“I’ve come to help you, petal,” he finally says. His voice is warm and melodic.

You feel yourself nodding off for a moment. When you blink yourself awake, he’s by your side.

You can make out his features better now. Dark stubble covers a handsome face. The sharp angles of his nose and jaw are silhouetted in the dim. You smell woodsmoke and frankincense as he comes near. He kneels beside the chair and his brow furrows as he looks up at you.

“You need that child to rest,” he says. 

You nod pathetically. You can feel familiar tears well in your eyes. Hopeless, helpless. Desperate. 

“I can be of assistance,” he says. 

“Don’t hurt him,” you say, holding your son a bit closer to your chest.  Your baby might be torturing you in the night but you love him. You won’t let anything happen to him. Even though you’re sure you’re dreaming, you remember old fairy tales, creatures that try to trick and deceive. This man isn’t human, you know that somewhere deep inside you. 

“Wouldn’t dream of it. I won’t even touch him. It’s not the babe that’s piqued my interest. It’s his mother,” he explains. His obsidian eyes are on your lips, pink tongue darts out to lick his own. 

“Don’t hurt me either,” you say, though there’s no fight in your words. 

“That’s not my intention at all. Quite the opposite. You’re so beautiful, petal,” he coos, brushing his knuckles across your jawline. 

It must be a dream because you haven’t felt beautiful in a long time. Your body’s been stretched and broken, engorged and swollen. Your hair falls out by the handful. Your breasts reek of sweat and milk, a sickly funk. 

“I want you. Carnally,” he says.  

The growl in his voice makes warmth pool between your thighs. He looks at you like something divine, an awe over his features. His light touch moves down your neck and over your collarbone sending goosebumps over your skin. You’ve forgotten what it’s like to feel anything other than exhausted, touched in a way that isn’t a demand for food or comfort. 

“Let me have that and that boy will slumber like an angel,” he promises. He watches your baby suckling himself back to sleep.

It sounds so good. Suddenly the only thing you want more than a a night’s sleep is for this stranger to pleasure you, to be inside of you. You haven’t felt desire in just about as long as you haven’t slept. You’ve barely been able to shower and feed yourself let alone take care of your own needs.

“Put the child in his cot and go to bed. Tomorrow I’ll come for you and you’ll see,” he says.

“Who are you?” you ask again.

“I’m Ezra,” he whispers.

You wake up in your bed the next morning and you’ve slept like the dead.

That strange dream haunts you but you think of it as nothing more than that. When you put your son down to sleep the next night, you don’t expect any miracles. He goes down easily enough, a nice little fluke, and you decide to turn in early yourself. 

Its nearly midnight when you wake up but you realize it’s quiet. The baby isn’t crying for you. You glance at the monitor and see that he’s sleeping soundly, sucking away at this pacifier. Just as Ezra promised. 

Relief floods your veins. You put your head back against the pillow and your eyes drift close. As you begin to return to sleep, there’s a shift in the bed and you catch that earthy scent again. You gasp when you see Ezra’s black eyes. He’s beside you, the pad of his thumb tracing the plump of your lower lip. His chest is a wide golden plane littered with white scars, dusted with dark hairs. 

“Hush, petal,” he says. “I’ve kept my promise. And now I’ve come to ravish you.”

You want to tell him that you’re tired. You finally have the opportunity to go back to sleep and you shouldn’t let anything come between you and that sweet rest. But the same, strong want that you felt the night before is calling you. An ache runs between your legs up to where Ezra’s hand glides over the delicate skin on your pulse. You're powerless to stop your own desire from sabotaging the one thing you’ve wanted.

A languid sigh leaves you as you melt into his touch. 

Ezra sucks at your neck. You’ll have a black and blue mark from his teeth but the sensation is so delicious, you can’t bring yourself to care. 

He opens your legs and notches his hips between yours. The friction of his hard cock against your panties makes your back arch. 

“I want to taste you,” he says. 

He rucks up the ratty old t-shirt that you sleep in along with the nursing bra that’s constantly saturated with leaking milk. He takes a long moment to savor the sight of you so exposed, a smile twitching on his lips. A long, low growl leaves him as he slithers down your body, gathering your breasts in his big hands and bringing his face to nuzzle in your skin.

You hear him inhale deeply, taking in your scent. The stubble of his cheek scratches at your sensitive flesh. One thick finger circles your peaked nipple nice and slow. Your body responds— a bead of milk seeps out and rolls down to the valley between your breasts.

Your breath catches at the mix of sensations. Your cheeks heat and you can’t help the embarrassment that creeps up your spine. Much to your surprise, Ezra’s eyes widen with interest. He lowers himself and  traces the wet trail with the flat of his tongue. You can only imagine what he tastes– the musk of your sweat beneath sweet milk. It seems that he likes it. He closes his lips around your nipple and lavishes it with his tongue, groaning into your flesh. 

“Shit,” you gasp. 

You feel the tingle of letdown behind your breasts, his ministrations summoning more milk. Soon Ezra is drinking from you, grunting and rutting his hips against you. The other, neglected nipple weeps milk and he pauses to lap it up greedily. You tangle your hand into his hair and that’s when you feel it. There’s a raised bump amidst his curls but it’s hard as bone. It sits just above his forehead and stands only an inch high. As your fingers rake through his hair, you find another. Horns.

The terror you expect never comes. He might be something ungodly and all you feel is a building excitement. Everything about this is wrong but the world feels upside down. 

He comes away, his plush bottom lip glistening with pearlescent milk. It’s a sight that should repulse you but in the delirium of sleeplessness and lust, it just makes you hungry.

“You are an exquisite creature,” he purrs. 

His flat palm skates down your belly where you’re middle still holds baby weight, a reminder that your body is no longer your own. He peels your panties down your thighs. You feel the fine edges of his teeth against your skin. He penetrates you with two exquisitely thick fingers. No warning but you hardly need it— you’re already slick. 

You keen, back arching off of the mattress, and the sensation is doubled when he puts his lips to your clit and sucks with the same enthusiasm he had at your breast. His wide shoulders spread your knees to make room for his body. You drown in pleasure, a heady mixture of fire doused in the thick pool of sleepiness. Floating, sinking, cresting on a wave as he licks and spreads you open, presses in deep and coils you tight. It’s hard to believe your body can have such strong responses when you’re barely function in your waking life. Something primal drives you on and Ezra knows just how to unlock it. 

“Such a delicacy. To sup on milk and cunt,” he says, barely taking his lips from you. 

The swirls and undulations of his tongue and the sweet pressure inside works you into a frenzy. Your breath shortens and then stops altogether, your thighs tighten and you hold your eyes shut, listening to the whimpers and moans between your legs. It’s too much and not enough. 

When you come undone, it’s a rush of ecstasy that you want to live in forever. Rolling and gushing and sighing. You choke and arch, your entire body convulsing. Your spine clenches up like you’ve been struck by lighting and the electricity runs out through your fingertips and toes. 

“Such a glorious vision,” he muses as you come down, panting and shivering. 

Ezra’s eyes are fixated on you, pupils blown so wide they’re nearly black. He looks like he wants to devour you. 

You share his hunger. You want more already. You’ve just had a feast and yet you’re starving again. 

You see Ezra’s cock now for the first time. Thick and upright, it’s tip, flushed and red. He takes it in his fist, glazing his shaft in your release. There’s something animalistic about it that floods you with another wave of arousal. 

“More,” you manage to say. 

“Not too tired?” he teases with a wicked smile. 

You shake your head. How can you sleep when your body is on fire with lust?

“I’ll fill each needy hole,” he says. 

You whine. He lines himself at your entrance. 

“You’re a goddess. And I’m going to defile you.”

You're filled to the hilt. The noise that escapes him is animalistic and his eyes lose focus. You’re already fluttering around him, already so close to another climax. He fucks you, the stretch and rhythm making you dizzy. 

“This is the closest I’ll get to heaven, I fear,” he revels. “But what could be more divine than this sweet cunt?”

Each word that falls from his lips seems to stroke at your core. His hips drive into you, hands greedily paw at every soft part of your body. 

The only thing that quiets his debauched ramblings is suckling at your breast. Your senses are completely overwhelmed. Tears prick in your eyes as your insides tighten, another orgasm shattering through you. You bite down on his shoulder to keep yourself quiet. 

“Let me hear,” he demands. “He won’t wake.”

And so you do, crying out as you clench around his thickness, losing all control of your body. 

“That’s it, petal. That’s it,” he says. 

He goes on thrusting and pins you down, torturing that exquisite spot deep inside of you over and over again. You’re not sure where one climax ends and another begins but you’re possessed. 

“If only I could fill that womb, sire one after the other to keep you round,” he grunts. 

Ezra swears. He hisses out words in a language you don’t recognize. It sounds like an incantation. 

You hardly have time to make sense of it. He’s pulling out of you, grinding his wet length against your thigh and spilling hot ropes onto your mound. 

You lay beneath him, boneless and dazed. The exhaustion flushes over your weak body. You sense Ezra at your breast again as your eyes drift closed. 

The next thing you know, your baby is crying and it’s morning. 

It must be a dream. There’s no other way to explain it— a horned creature slipping in and out of your bedroom in the middle of the night, fucking you senseless when you have no energy left. But you wake up with come drying where he marked you. 

That night, he’s back again. 

And again after that. 

“Ezra, I’m exhausted," you breathe. "Please.”

“Isn’t this what you wanted, petal?”

Now your son sleeps soundly through the night while you are awake, debauched for hours without end. 

He’s insatiable and somehow you are, too. 

He fucks you until you’re raw. Your legs quiver and burn from being parted so wide. Your pussy feels battered and bruised. You beg him to fuck your ass just to give your cunt some rest. 

And although your body feels like it can’t take another second of pleasure, though it begs for a moment’s peace, every time he comes to you, you’re flooded with arousal. 

When you try to steal an afternoon nap, he’s there, cock already standing in his fist. 

Spittle dribbles from the corners of your lips as he fucks your mouth. It runs down your chest, your knees already bruised from the hours you’ve spent on them. You try to chase your own relief, grinding your hips against the floor. He pulls you by the ears to sink deeper down your throat. 

He grunts and moans and howls as he comes between your lips. 

He doesn’t always take. 

The next time he makes you come four times. 

“Again, again,” he chants into your ear. His words are hot breath as his fingers press inside of you overwhelming that ridge that sends you reeling. Your bodies are pressed together, sticky with perspiration and release and drool and milk. 

“I can’t,” you sob, your body sore and stretched to its limit. 

You’re so spent, so overstimulated, each orgasm takes more and more effort. But Ezra refuses to quit, punishing you until you reach a fearsome crescendo. 

“Oh, my petal, but I know you are more than capable.”

He’s right. You can feel the weak muscles in your core begin to twist. You hold your breath and focus on the brutal sensations Ezra gives you. 

“Besides, your ability is immaterial,” he goes on. “These were the terms of our deal. This cunt. Is. Mine.”

Despite the fact that you’re so exhausted you can barely remember your own name, hardly able to stand on your own two feel, the climax that hits you is just as monumental as the very first. 

“Have you endured enough tonight, petal?” he asks, sucking the gush of slick off of his fingers. 

“Please,” you whimper. “Please.”

You’re not sure if you’re begging him to stop or to keep going. 

“Tomorrow, petal,” he promises. “Now get some rest.”

He wakes you. Every night. 

...

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[shadowofahope]

Eucalyptus || 2.5

Warnings: Swearing, abandonment, hybrids are only considered as pets, mentions of pre-heat and scent triggers, use of medication, overdosing(unintentional), self-harm (unintentional)

Premise: A sugar glider hybrid with a broken past. Seven men convinced they can give her the life she’s always wanted. Sometimes destiny has a funny way of finding you, and sometimes it smells like Eucalyptus.

WC: 1.3K

Masterlist || 001 || 002 || 2.5

Words tumble out of your mouth when you hear the click.

“I need….Can I have more..?” You try to stop your hands from shaking. They haven’t stopped in weeks. 

“Already?” The vet asks from the other end of the phone. He was finishing his paperwork for the day. He had Chinese takeout with his name on it that he was eager to get to when you called. Which was unusual in itself because you never called without one of your owners present or even all of them. “I gave you a 4-month trial, it's only been just over a month. Are they not working?”

You force down the thick lump of saliva in your throat, trying to clear your voice enough to sound..well like you were fine.  “They were…but then- I need something stronger.” 

You were not fine. You hadn’t been since the week you had been given the pills. But you held onto some hope that your body just had to adjust to them, waiting for them to take the discomfort away, the unending need you felt.

“Snow I can’t give you anything stronger, as you are a smaller hybrid they will be fatal if we’re not careful.” He sits up straighter in his chair. Forgoing his paperwork to focus on your words.  “Did you try taking an extra one? That should help without being too much for your body.” 

“I did.” The room starts to spin a little, you stumble to sit on the ground.”...So I took more.”

“How many more?” Now he’s slightly worried.

“Today or ?” You hold your head in your hand, but you're still finding it hard to stay upright. “I started taking 2 but then it stopped working so I took another and then…eventually another…”

“That’s 4. How long have you been taking 4?” 

“A month or so?” 

“How many today?” He was trying to keep calm, but inside he was frantic. 4 is double your max dose. He just hoped today you hadn’t followed the same pattern. 

“Today…today….six…” The urge to vomit was slowly forcing its way higher and higher from your stomach. Every inch you could feel it burning a path through you. You decide it would be best to lay down on the hardwood. The coolness against your clothed back gave a welcome break from the rising heat. “It kept hurting. It wouldn’t stop hurting…”

“I need… I need… I need to morph back. I don’t feel as sick. I don’t want to be sick.” You could hear your own words slowing. Your mouth couldn’t keep up with your mind anymore. Or was it your mind not being able to keep up with your mouth? You couldn’t tell the difference anymore. 

The tantalizing taste of eucalyptus that hung in the air. It was always the only thing your mind could focus on. It felt so thickly enticing. 

“Snow! Do not change into your hybrid-” He’s cut off by a sharp chirp through the phone. “Shit.” 

“Deandra!” He yells out his office door. “I need your hybrid in here now!”

One of the shelters nurses and her raccoon hybrid come running into the room, they had stayed later tonight to help finish getting the new hybrid drop offs comfortable. He shoves the phone at the male hybrid.

“I need you to tell me exactly what she’s saying. Keep her talking.” He instructs sternly. Normally he wouldn’t talk to someones hybrid like this but he doesn’t have the ability to watch his tone or filter his words. 

He reaches over his desk knocking the papers that he was working on onto the floor. He quickly dials your owners number that he has kept on speed dial since his first day visiting you. 

He hears the click of a connect. 

“Seokjin! Thank god. Tell me, are you the one?” He feels out of breathe, like he’s panting. Even though he’s not. 

“Doctor? The one what?” Seokjin’s curious words respond to him. 

“The one who started Snow’s heat.” He clarifies. 

There’s a pause. It takes too long for the other to answer his question. 

“QUICKLY.” He shouts at the younger.

“No. No. its not me. What is happening?!” Seokjin’s concern erupts through his ears.

“You need to get home now, I’ll leave as soon as I can. The pills had a severe negative affect. She’s taken too many.” He explains desperately. He can’t hide the panic in his feet, he’s pacing in the space infront of his desk.

“What?” Seokjin tells himself out loud. “I have to tell the others.”

“No! Only you. Whoever it is will only make this worse. She needs you right now.” 

“I’m leaving.” The younger notifies him as well as anyone else in the room with him.

“I’ll meet you there.” They both hang up, not bothering with any form of goodbyes.

“-Doctor…..” The racoon hybrid calls to him.

“What is she saying??” He’s trying to keep himself from yelling. But the full blown panic that is beginning to set within him is about to break out.

“She’s not… she’s not talking. She’s only making noises, nothing is making sense. I don’t think-” 

He points to the nurse, “Call an emergency vehicle to head there. Tell them it’s critical.”

Rounding his desk, he snatched the phone away from the hybrid shuffling him to the other side and points at him, “Stay.”

“Snow! Hear me. Talk to me. Jin is on his way. You need to change back.” He hears a few other cheeps before loud rustling.

“Liiiiiiving with them…… has maaaade me…. the hppiest…. Ive ever been in my eeentiiiiire liiiiife.” Your voice comes through muffled and slurring. “I would gooo through….. aaaaaall….. the abuse…. I sufferrrrred…. over again….. to have the chance…. to beeee their pet. They loved meeeee doctor…”

“Love, snow. They love you.” 

“I used to….. maaaake themmmmm sooooo haaaaappy….. Theeeey would alwayssss… ssssmiiiile when they ssssaaaaw mmmme…they donnnnnnnn sssmile assssss…… much anymore….. I wisssh they did….. How doo I…. make them sssssmile… again…?”

“They want you to be healthy and happy. That’s all they want.” He tries to quiet his own breath to be able to hear your slow deep attempts.

He hears a bang and rustling from the other end. He hits speaker on his office phone. The other hybrid still in his office, just in case she returns back to hybrid form. God he hopes she doesn’t.

“Snow what happened?”  He can hear Sekjin’s voice now.

“Thesssse…. are…. Pretty’ssss…. Eyesssss.” Her slurring worsens. It’s almost incomprehensible. 

“Snow please. Doctor what do I do?” Jins voice abruptly yells.

“I have an emergency vehicle headed to you now. Keep her awake and don’t let her change into her hybrid form. The medication will only circulate through her system faster.”

“Pretty…. issssn’t sssssmiling.-How do IIIII -maaaaake Pretty …ssssssmiiiiiile again.” He can hear Seokjin sniffling through her attempts at speech. “i kn..ooow. Everyyyyoooone ssssssmiiilessss ….when immmmm -”

“little…” they word escapes out in an exhale. 

Airy faint chirps are heard, he drastitically turns to the other hybrid. 

“Doctor! She’s changed again!” Jin all but shrieks. 

“What is she saying?” He demands of the terrified male hybrid.

“...” He walks closer to listen, his face going pale. “She’s saying… ‘I’ll stay little forever. I’m no trouble when I’m little.’” Listens again “‘Everyone smiles when I’m little….I’ll stay little’…..She’s just repeating ‘I’ll stay little’ over and over again.”

“Snow!” Seokjin whimpers over the phone, his voice breaking. Just like his heart.. “No…. please.” 

“I’M ON MY WAY!” He grabs his things from his drawer and bolts for the door. 

Running to his car he thinks about all the risks, the side affects he had gone over with you, all the late night research he had done. But this isn’t one of the risks that even crossed his mind. He made a vow all those years ago when you first came to the shelter. He promised to find you a loving family, that you would finally be happy. 

He didn’t realize just how dangerous this could be. How there was one thing above all others that could make it all come crashing down…desperation. 

Masterlist || 001 || 002 || 2.5

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[gretavanlace]

Little Comets

Josh Kiszka x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, unprotected sex, language, dirty talk, descriptions of parenthood, biting, breeding kink, praise, extremely slight degradation, etc

Thank you so much for this request! It was to die for, and I hope I did it justice! I know it kind of ventured away from your original vision, but sometimes they take on a mind of their own Xoxo 💋

Staring down at your slumbering daughter, snuggled into her soft, cotton, sleeper, tiny hands clutched into loose fists on either side of her perfect head, you wonder what you ever did to deserve the blessings you enjoy so very many of.

Resisting the urge to drift your finger through her downy curls - so much like her daddy’s - Karen’s voice sounds off gently in your mind ‘never wake a sleeping baby, there’s time enough to love them while they’re awake’.

Her rosebud-mouth sucks away on an invisible pacifier…the real deal having fallen away to rest against the crib sheet beside her.

You had fought Josh diligently on this front, worried about her teeth, but he had won, as he most often does.

“She’s a Kiszka,” He’d reminded you, swirling his palm in soothing circles over her back as she drooled adorably against his shoulder. “Our teeth are indestructible. Isn’t that right, baby girl? And so what if she needs braces? Uncle Jake had them,” he had crooned her like a song. “And so did uncle Sam, and even mommy.”

The memory makes you smile. She had been even tinier then…just weeks old. She’s celebrated a birthday, now. Pudgy, cookie-dough legs toddling her around like a drunken sailor as she chases after things she shouldn’t touch.

There’s a host of words she now babbles on a regular basis, with her strange infant inflection that both you and Josh can’t get enough of.

Her personality is big, and her heart is even bigger. Positively enormous. Her eyes carry far too much emotion for such a tiny package. You are simultaneously elated to see what is around the bend, and desperate to make time stand still…to keep her this small and protected forever.

She looks so much like him. Her cupid's bow lips could be his, merely miniaturized to fit her angelic face. Those silken curls, darkening a little each day to match his own. Her eyes, were she to open them right now, would shine back at you, identical in their chestnut hue and flashing curiosity.

Sometimes you wonder if she carries even a drop of your DNA, but you like that just fine. She is a beauty, inside and out, just as he is.

The house is quiet, aside from the miniature fan that is perched on the nursery dresser, whirring softly…white noise to help her sleep soundly. Defense against his natural tendency towards a bit of noise. A habit he can’t seem to break, even with a sleeping beauty under his roof, trying to chase fairy dreams.

It isn’t that he’s loud, he’s just Josh.

The intrusive urge to wake her is making your fingers twitch against the railing of her crib. You love the stolen moments in still of the night together and you long for a black veil to dramatically mourn those early months, when your nights were spent in the glider rocker waiting in the corner, quietly nursing her in what felt like a perfect slice of private heaven, cocooned together in the early hours when the rest of the world seemed to have fallen away.

Tomorrow morning, she’ll rise happily and throw you a radiant smile from her high chair while cramming bananas, mashed to bits in her fist, into her laughing mouth. And you love that too, you really do…but if you allow yourself to pine for the not so distant past, you can’t help the tears that blur your focus until you shake your head to rid yourself of them.

Had Neverland been real, it wouldn’t have been for the babes who never wanted to grow up, but for the mothers who wished to hold them in their arms forever.

You hear him coming up the hall, by way the soft patter of his bare feet against the hardwood, long before the quietest of taps on the open door turns you towards it.

“Is she alright?” He asks, carefully maintaining a whisper as his head tilts in question.

“Mhmm.” You smile, nodding as you turn from the crib.

“Is the monitor on?”

Again, you offer an affirmative little nod.

His eyes wander over the tops of your thighs as they peek out to say hello from beneath the hem of your t-shirt. “Come to bed, then, sweetheart. I’m lonely.”

He looks hungry, but you know him well enough to know that a midnight snack isn’t what he’s craving.

Following behind him as he slips out of the doorway, you steal one last glance at her cherubic face before silently stepping into the hallway to find him there, leaning against the wall, waiting for his girl.

“You look very pretty, you know.” He whispers, eyes tracking your face in the dark as if he’s afraid he might miss something grand.

“No.” You blush, running your fingers through your bed head in a futile attempt at smoothing away the tangles.

“Yes.” He corrects, effectively ending the debate with one word.

“Can you feel it?” He still hasn’t ventured forward.

“Can I feel what?” You remain rooted in place as well. That is, until he beckons you closer with a jerk of his chin.

You step into his space, and now his hands are skating across the outsides of your thighs. “That ache you love so much.” He whispers, running the bridge of his nose along your jaw, drawing your scent in way down deep. “The one that lives between your legs after you’ve spent the night with me inside you.”

A fluttery sigh wanders off your tongue. You can. You can feel it. That lovely, dull pulse that acts as a reminder. An X to mark the spot each time you move. You’ve never been able to get enough of the way it calls forth flashes of heart stopping memories with every step, every flex and twist of muscle, every breath, josh josh josh.

“Oh,” he raises his eyebrows teasingly. “She can feel it.”

“Now I want more.” You breathe, pulling his mouth closer to your throat, fingers wrapped around the nape of your neck.

He shivers with a moan much too loud for the relatively innocent manner in which you’re touching him, and you lean back to fix him with an inquisitive stare, your lips instinctively seeking out the tiny round scar that rests upon his cheek.

“I just,” he shakes his head and begins grinding his hips into yours. “Hearing you say that…I want more. I know it isn’t what you meant, but…”

His explanation only serves up further confusion on a silver platter of curiosity.

“Don’t you ever think about it?” He squints, pondering your bewilderment. “Having more? Babies?”

Oh. Oh. You do think about it. You just hadn’t really given much thought to the fact that you think about it.

With an aggressive edge brand new to the current vibe, he wrenches your body around and presses you up against the wall as the air rushes from your lungs.

He shoves your shirt over your head and lets it fall to the floor as his stare grows darker still at the sight of your tits. Bared and offered up to him like two lovely gifts. So full and perfect…but not as full as they were when you were nursing. When he’d steal nips of your sugar-sweet milk with a wicked desire painted across his expression.

“Wanna make another,” he confesses, choked and winded as his fingers sneak their way under your panties. “Wanna make you a mama again. C’mon, sweetheart, please…”

“Josh…” your hands are flat against his chest, trying so hard to be the voice of reason. Surely this warrants a real discussion. Of course it does. Certainly. But does it need one? You’re both deliriously happy. Healthy. Financially sound. There’s room in the house, and even more room in your hearts…

You feel dubious about it, though you aren’t clear on why. It seems right. More right than anything has since the first time you decided it was time. And there is a perfect, tiny, bundle of love and hectic madness resting just beyond the door that proves you’ve gotten this life thing on the money. Why should you worry? Simply because you’re supposed to?

His mouth is charting a warm path along your throat, murmuring indecent nothings into your tingling skin.

“So pretty. I’ve never seen you look closer to an angel…” his fingers, long and thick - curling and stretching just right - work away at you until you can feel your need dripping into his palm. “All round and full, fucking glowing. Here, take these off…”

He is frantic. Fighting to rid you of your panties, issuing instructions even though he is the one executing them. He’s nearly vibrating with feverish desire. Seemingly just as shocked as you…it seems to have come out of nowhere.

“Let me in, baby..” his teeth are searching across your shoulder, nipping and biting, tongue curling like he’s lapping at your clit. “Right here…spread your legs and let me in. I need it. I fucking need you.”

“Bedroom, babe…” you’re panting and arching away from the wall just to be a little closer to him.

“No.” His head shakes vehemently, forehead pressed heavily against your chest. “Here. Let me take you right here. Gonna fuck you full, sweetheart. Gonna give my girl another. You want that? You wanna make another with me? A hundred more? Tiny beams of light running all over the place like comets? Our very own andromeda of littles? A suburban pearl for each one strung around your pretty throat?”

He has this unmatched talent for turning everything poetic.

A grin that feels sexy, even to yourself, spreads across your lips “I would’ve thought we quieted this little kink of yours the first time around.”

He returns your smile through heavy, stuttering breaths as he tosses you this way and that, manhandling you into position, legs curled around his waist, grip tight around his shoulders.

“You should know better, sweetheart…” there’s that taunting lilt in his tone that sets you on blue flame fire from the inside out. “I’m never that easily satiated. I’m gonna keep you filled right up with babies for as long as you’ll let me. Barefoot and beautiful.”

“Gonna do it right now?” Your fingers have dug themselves down into his curls, guiding his mouth around until he is dragging the flat of his tongue over the column of your throat. “Right here up against this fucking wall?”

You two can come up with a hearts and roses story later…for now, fucking like you could tear each other to bits in the hallway will do just fine.

“Yeah,” you’ve heard the growl in his tone before, but only a time or two organically. More often, feigned on stage, but effective nonetheless. “Right fucking here…gonna make you mine again. Gonna fuck a baby right into my pretty little mama.”

He slams into you hard and fast, punctuating himself and robbing you of thought as a scream claws out of your throat on razor blades of lust.

“Shh…shut the fuck…” there’s that growl again as his palm clamps over your mouth and he quiets himself as well without finishing his thought, careful not to be too flippant with his words with you, always. Even in moments like these. “Don’t you dare fucking wake her up.”

“Say it.” You breathe after shaking his hand away, desperate for this uncharacteristic authority from your beloved, and notoriously tender, better half.

His eyes, savage and untamed in a way you’ve never seen them, dart to yours and then narrow fiercely. “Shut the fuck up. Do as you’re told or I’ll quiet you with a cock down your throat.” His words hiss out, venomous and drenched in domination that makes you want to swoon in all the ways you never thought you would.

Give you an apron and you’ll be happy to preen about for him as delicately as he pleases. Happy to wear that string of pearls he spoke of. Catering to his every whim. Pressing his shirts and preparing cocktails until he’s got those fuck me eyes fixed on you once again.

Yes, give me another… your heart purrs. I’ll give you babies. I’ll give you anything you want. Anything you need. It’s yours. The world is all yours. I’ll make sure of it.

He flashes the smallest hint of a wink and it bubbles a laugh out of you from way down deep. Who are these people? That wink seems to ask you. And yes, who are these people? Crazy with need and fiery passion, fucking up against the wall when your bed beckons, merely feet away, enormous and dressed in downy linens like drifts of snow.

He rolls his hips, pinning you against the wall - board and batten lovingly painted a luxe emerald green by your own hand. “So fucking tight…” his face buries its way into the side of your neck with a whisper of your name. Tiny gasps punch out of you with every heated thrust, calling back to him.

“Whose cunt is this?” He gnashes down into you and then pulls away, raking his bite across your flesh, leaving it burning, white hot.

“Yours, Josh…” you’re hardly lucid, lured into a daze, soft as a rag doll in his arms.

A feral grunt chokes out from behind his deliciously malevolent snarl when you clench your muscles, searing and soaked, around the length of him. Never, ever, leave, your body silently begs.

“Yeah,” he nods frantically against you. “Mine. My pretty little thing. My best fucking girl. Gonna fill you up, mama. You want that?”

“Yes!” You return his feverish nod. “Yes! Fuck, please, baby, please, please...”

His hand snakes down and opens up, unfurling out flat across your stomach, covering your womb protectively, as he softens for a moment. “Yeah? You want me right here? Inside? You and me?”

Another nod and a tightening fist in his hair is the only reply you can manage.

“That’s my sweet girl,” he licks a soft kiss into your mouth. “She wants to give me babies.”

“M’gonna cum…” it hiccups out of you. A slurred, nearly unrecognizable confession that might embarrass you if anyone, other than he, were to hear.

“Do it.” He pets at your face, thumbing away the sweat from your brow. “Cum for me so I can give it to you. Wanna give you another, sweetheart. We make ‘em so beautiful together.”

For all his ostentatiousness, he is reduced to a whiny, shiver of a moan when you squeeze around him, coiling tighter and tighter as you spill, like tiny, warm, rivers of primeval love, showering down…words not needed.

“That’s it…” it’s strangled, barely enunciated at all. “My girl. My good fucking girl.” He’s fucking you through it, talking you through it, carrying you along, leading you, loving you.

His cock - so perfect, so right - twitches and throbs furiously inside you where you’re snug and wet just for him. “Gonna make me cum, sweetheart. All those pretty sounds. Divine little cunt. Gonna fill you right up…tell me you want it, tell me you - fuck…tell me, tell me.”

He’s losing it in the way you love best, hands furiously needy, gripping and pulling at you. Heavenly ambrosia at his fingertips.

“I want it!” You pant, thrashing about until your head smacks against the wall and his hand cups around you, chivalrously watchful that it doesn’t happen again. “Inside, josh…I need it!”

It’s your begging for it that sends him sailing over the edge. You aren’t asking, you’re imploring, beseeching. And your confession, sincere and unashamed, of that requisite. He is weak for you. Positively helpless. You want him inside. You want this with him…this life - blurry with dreamlike love - you’re both cultivating together.

And he knew before…how he loves you. How deeply. How wholly and completely, and without condition. Even when he is angry, or annoyed with you, his devotion is starkly absolute. He would rip the heart from his chest if you asked to watch the way it beats for you.

He did, he knew before. He knew the moment he laid eyes on you…and here in this hallway it blasts him in the gut all over again. Shrapnel splintering out, sizzling through his veins.

Peaceful down to the quick, he is…but for you? To protect all of this? He’d turn into a very different man without a breath of hesitation.

He’d like to tell you these things, but as he spills inside you, he can scarcely handle the frayed I love you, that he avows, forehead pressed to yours.

In the end, it’s Josh that wakes her, by way of a harsh strike of his hand against the wall beside your head. A futile, thoughtless attempt at keeping quiet, that backfires.

You move to step away, to figure out how to right your disheveled self quickly, so she doesn’t feel alone, but he shakes his head, tucking himself away in his sweats.

“You go lie down.” He nuzzles into you, kissing the words up your throat with his fingers toying gingerly between your thighs. “Keep this where it belongs. Hips up, sweetheart.”

A sound of understanding shivers out of you as you watch him disappear into the bathroom for a moment to wash his hands.

When he steps back into the hallway, you’ve hurried off to follow his instructions.

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[hippolotamus]

Hiiiii, I have a Buddie sentence for you 🥰🥰

"Baby.... baby please"

Well, damn, Sir... you certainly do! On it 🫡

"Baby... baby please." Buck cradles the tiny bundle in his arms, gently bouncing her as he paces the hospital floor, hoping he can settle her. She's been fed and changed, cuddled endlessly by her dads, older brother and extended family. Still her tiny face is flushed deep red, adorably scrunched as she wails, showing off an impressive set of lungs.

She was born several weeks early, surprising himself and Eddie. Not so early that there were many complications, but enough to warrant a few extra days in the hospital as a precaution before she could be discharged.

Loathe as Buck is to admit it, he's spiraling more than just a little with the surprise delivery. He's sure this is a moment his husband would tease him about having triple checked the car seat, setting the bassinet up two months earlier, and attending every birthing class and ultrasound with their surrogate.

Chim and Maddie also added their fair share of mild ribbing about the stack of What to Expect type books Buck seemed to carry with him everywhere. His brother in law cautioned him about becoming over attached to the content, telling him that it's all great in theory, but goes completely out the window once the baby arrives.

But, well, the thing is... that's great for everyone else to say. To do their best to reassure him. They've already walked this path and know what to expect. Buck feels like he's been studying for the most important exam of his life and he's failing miserably. He's exhausted - mentally and physically - from this new little life they're caring for. And they have all the help they could ask for! From nurses and family. How the hell is he gonna do any of this when they take her home?

"Maybe this was a mistake," Buck whispers, his voice cracking on the last word. "Not that you're a mistake!" He adds hastily, because she could never be.

"No, baby girl, never you. Just me." He huffs out a humorless chuckle. "I can't even settle on a name for you. Papa and I have all these wonderful ideas we thought would be perfect. None of them are right though. How awful is that?"

He strokes her forehead, down her button nose, over her puffed up cheeks. He feels so massive and clumsy when he compares the size of his finger to her miniature features.

"What if- what if I never figure this out? What if I can't be the dad you need? It's just-" He blinks rapidly, sniffing back his own tears threatening to fall. "I want everything to be perfect for you. To make sure you're loved and that you know you're loved. I never want you to doubt what I feel about you. What we feel about you. Me, Papa and your big brother, Chris."

As if she's taken his words as some kind of truce, her cries begin to quiet to small snuffles and whimpers. Her cheeks return to more of a rosy pink and her mouth opens in a wide yawn before closing again. Bright blue eyes seem to meet his for brief moments at a time between slow blinks, until the need to rest overtakes her.

Buck stares in awe at little eyelids, smaller than his thumbnail, closed tight. What may as well be microscopic eyelashes fanning against creamy, pale skin. She's perfect.

He tiptoes to the glider chair, slowly easing himself down when movement in his peripheral vision catches his attention. An enormous smile forms when he realizes it's Eddie who is already beaming, soft and sleepy, at both of them. His husband leans down to press a kiss to her forehead before also giving one to a very pouty Buck.

"You know," Eddie says, lightly scratching through the short hairs at the nape of Buck's neck and making him hum with delight. "I wouldn't sell yourself quite so short. None of us know what the hell we're doing."

The implication registers, smacking Buck in the face like he’s been doused in ice water. "You heard all that?"

"I may have stood around in the hallway to give you two a minute," Eddie confesses. "Sure, I had Chris and my nieces. Maddie and Chim have Jee. Hen and Karen have their stories from Denny. But every kid is different. What worked for them might not work for us, or for her." He nods toward their daughter. "What I do know is you are going to be an amazing dad, Buck. You already are. If you didn't love her and care as much as you do, you wouldn't be so affected by this."

"Thank you. I- I really needed to hear that," Buck answers, his words more than a little wobbly. He does his best to wipe his eyes on his shirt sleeve without disturbing their little girl. "Oh, and, uh, I was looking at more names and there's one I want to run by you."

"Yeah?" Eddie crouches next to the chair so he can be closer to them both. "What is it?"

"I, uh, I know it's kind of old fashioned, but I really liked the meaning behind it." Buck swallows, hopeful but preparing himself that this might not be the one either. "What do you think of Evelyn? It means 'desired and wished for'."

"Evelyn." Eddie studies her tiny face before a grin, warm and full of adoration, takes shape. “Evelyn Celia Buckley-Diaz. I love it, mi amor.”

“Celia?”

“It just sort of came out. I thought it sounded nice, but if you don’t like it-”

“Eds, it’s perfect.”

“Just like her.”

“Yeah,” Buck agrees. “Just like her.”

[backtothefanfiction]

The Angel In The Garden of Evil | Chapter Twelve: The Good Nurse

Summary: Peter's having nightmares and Angel just wants to be in her own bed.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY!, Mentions of injuries, medical equipment, nightmares, the Gwen thing, angst, fluff, genre typical tropes and topics.

Word Count: 4.3k

A/N: Some might say that these two's relationship is just like a freaking yoyo. Also the women in the Daredevil universe keep sneaking into this story, hmmmm. I'm also trying to be reasonable with this recovery time so we got a lot of talking and bonding with different characters going on too.

TWELVE

Sirens blared, red and blue lights flashing as one cop car after another raced down the street. Peter stilled on the corner of the street as he watched them pass, that feeling in the back of his neck putting him on alert. He quickly turned down the closest alley, shedding his clothes and donning his suit as he began to climb up to the roof.

His feet pounded on the hard concrete rooftops as he jumped from one roof to the next before leaping diagonally off the last, free falling towards the ground. Thwip. He fired a web, the other end sticking to one of the nearby buildings and he swung himself forward. He carried on like that, chasing the sirens and flashing lights as they continued to move towards a large electrical surge at Oscorp tower.

As his feet finally hit the ground and he looked around he found he wasn’t at Oscorp. He was suddenly on the roof of a building in the middle of Hell’s Kitchen. He looked along the rooftop to find The Vulture, kitted out in some sort of flight gear and Angel. 

“Oh no Pete, looks like I’ve got your girl.” The Vulture taunted. 

Peter crouched into his fighting stance but the Vulture just laughed. But it wasn’t his laugh, it was much more chilling and familiar. The Goblin. Peter looked around frantically and when he turned back to Angel and the Vulture, neither of them were there. Instead he was at a clock tower. He looked above him to see The Goblin in a green suit and on a glider, in his grasp, flailing around in mid air. “GWEN!” he heard his voice shout. “GWEN!” But suddenly the image changed again. It wasn’t Gwen and it wasn’t the Goblin, it was Angel and the Vulture.

There was a scream as the Vulture let her go. “PEETTEEERRR!” she screamed.

He jumped off the building as her body passed him, his arms lying flat to his sides as he dove, his body piercing the air as it tried to catch up with her but no matter how fast he fell, she seemed to stay just out of his reach, her hands reaching for him. “I’m coming baby, I’m coming.” he said.

He reached out his arm, his fingers moving to release a web but nothing happened. He kept clicking the mechanism, but nothing happened. He could see the ground coming up fast behind her, he had to do something. ‘Come on!’ he groaned. He had one hand reaching out to her, his fingers inches away from hers, as he continued to tap his web shooter on his wrist with the other. Thwip! Smack! His body jolted to a stop just before he hit the ground but he was too late. He had just begun to process what had happened, red blood pooling out onto the side walk when-

Peter awoke with a start, his body jolting itself awake in the wooden high back armchair he had placed by the side of her bed. The steady sounds of beeping in the room quickly eased him, along with the steady sounds of her breathing beside him. He rubbed the sleep from his face as he shifted in the chair. He was still dressed in his shirt and trousers he’d worn all day for work and his skin felt pinched where some of the clothes had ridden up in his sleep. He let out a small moan and a sigh as he pulled his trouser legs back down slightly, sitting forward on the chair, his hand reaching out for hers.

She had been fast asleep when he had come back earlier. His moment with Hobie ended up being a bit longer than expected. Eddie had informed him of Angel and Felicia’s little spat while he’d been gone. He hoped Felicia would just walk it off and be back to work as normal in the morning like nothing had happened, but he wasn’t quite sure anymore. He wasn’t sure about anything. He hadn’t felt this unhinged since, well, Gwen; his dream only acting as a reminder for how everything could go so wrong. 

They had been lucky, again, but it was only a matter of time before that luck ran out. It was clear that Adrian Toombes meant business, everything he had been through with Fisk mere child's play compared to the stakes the Vulture was willing to go to. The man wasn’t from the city. He had no respect for the people.

Peter had gone round and round in circles trying to talk to George Stacy and explain things. 

“Come on Chief, you know this isn’t my game. Everything I’ve ever done in this city was to help it, not hurt it.”

“I don’t care Parker, you’ve brought a gang war to my streets, whatever happens now I can’t protect you. And if they can tie the bombing back to you they will and there’s nothing I can do to stop them from arresting you.”

“And what about you sir? Are you gonna arrest me? You know that without those hubs, crime goes up. You wanted me to hang up the suit and let the police do their jobs, I did that. You wanted me to find another way to help. I did that. I don’t want this fight here anymore than you do.”

“I’m sorry Peter, there’s nothing I can do.”

Peter lowered his forehead onto her hand, his eyes closing. He needed to think. He needed to work this out. He needed to keep her safe. No matter the cost he had to keep her safe. He kissed her hand before he got up and left the room.

He moved down the hall to his office that he had set up so he could be closer to her. He switched on a small table top lamp on his desk before he started rooting around in the boxes he’d had moved over. He then grabbed a roll of tape off of his desk and moved over to the far wall of the office. He wiggled the framed print that had been put up on the wall off of its hook, his fingers still wrapped tightly around the roll of tape and bits of paper. Once the wall was completely blank he started taping the bits of paper to it before rummaging around in the boxes once more for more pieces of paper. Scraps of newspaper articles, photos, hastily written notes, maps, all being added to the wall. When he ran out of things from the boxes he sat himself at his desk, opening up his laptop, searching and printing more things off until the entire wall was covered.

----

Angel woke up alone. She figured someone had to be at home but she had no idea who. She felt disgusting. She wanted to get up and just wash off all the sweat and grime from her body and give her teeth a good brush, but she couldn’t very well do that while she was plugged into these bloody machines, who’s beeping was starting to do her head in.

“PEETTE!”  she called out. “PETERR!” There was a delay before Eddie came into the room. “Where’s Peter?” she asked.

“He had to go out again?” 

“What time did he come back last night?” she pondered. She had tried to wait up for him but the drugs had made her so drowsy. 

“He got back just before midnight I think? I mean I went home at like, quarter past so yeah, I’d say just before midnight.” Eddie rambled.

“When is he gonna be back?”

“Not sure? Why is there something you need?

“Yeah, I want to be free of all this.” she said, raising her hand and showing off the cannula and tube attached to it, motioning to all the other bits and bobs she was attached to. “And I want to have a shower.”

“Okay, okay.” Eddie said, sensing her distress. “I’ll call Pete, get him to get someone out to check you over and see what they say. In the meantime, can I get you any breakfast?”

She thought for a moment before she said, “UUUhh I could murder one of those bagels from-”

“That shop on the boulevard?” Eddie finished for her, more than familiar with the place himself.

“Yesss.” she beamed.

“Cream cheese?” 

‘Yup.”

“Coming right up.” he said as he left the room.

“Morning?” Miles said as he hobbled in on his crutches.

“Heyy.” She greeted him with a smile.

Miles used his crutches to hop across the floor and grab the TV remote from where it had been left the night before. He hit the power button, letting it load, before he swung himself over to the chair at the side of her bed.

“How you doing?” she asked.

“Not bad. Docs got me on these painkillers.” he said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small tube of pills, tossing it on the bed in her direction. “Pretty good stuff.” he joked.

“How’s your leg?” she continued to ask as she looked over the label of the bottle before handing it back to him.

“Ehhh, I’ve had worse.” Angel raised her eyebrows at him, pressing him to continue. “Okay, maybe I haven't,” he said, doubling back on himself and making her smile. “What about you?”

“Sore.” she said, her hand moving to ghost across her ribs. 

“I bet… Hey, at least you didn’t have internal bleeding.” he joked.

“What?” she frowned.

He chuckled. “The paramedic rushed you out of there because she thought you might have internal bleeding. Hit the side of that car pretty hard. Not seen a dent like that since my cousin pinched my Uncle's car and jumped a red light.”

“Well that would explain why my body feels like it’s been hit by a truck.” she joked back. They both let out a small chuckle before she coughed and winced in pain.

“Heard you wanna be off that stuff. You sure it’s a good idea?” Miles asked.

“If I have to stay chained to this bed for one more day I’m gonna end up committing murder.” She jested. “Hey, maybe they’ll put me on some of those painkillers you’ve got, I mean, it seems like they’re doing a good job.”

“Nah, I’m just built like a house, man.” Miles continued to joke.

Miles flicked through the channels until they found a movie they both wanted to watch, settling down and watching Jumanji. Eddie returned about 30 minutes into the movie, dragging his own chair into the room and they all sat there watching the movie as they ate their bagels.

When the movie was done, Eddie left the room as Miles and Angel went back and forth about what to watch next.

“The Princess Bride.” Miles threw out. “I am Inigo Montoya, you killed my Father, prepare to die.” he said as he impersonated the famous line.

“Ehhh. What about Shrek?” Angel asked as they shuffled through the movies on Netflix.

“I watched it while you were out for the count the other day.” Miles interjected. “OOOH what about Hook?” 

“Nahh, I’ve already watched one Robin Williams film today, I can’t do another, it’ll just make me dwell on the fact that he’s dead and it’ll depress me again.”

“Big Robin Williams fan then.” Miles observed as he continued to flick through the movies.

“My Mom was.” Angel replied. 

“What was her favourite?” Miles asked.

“Mrs Doubtfire.” Angel smiled as a memory of her and her parents sitting down to watch the movie on a Saturday night when she was little, crossed her mind.

“Oh I love that film.” Miles said before breaking into yet another bad impression. “HELP IS ON THE WAY DEAR!” he called out before chuckling to himself.

“Oh what about this.” Angel said eagerly as Miles stopped on The School of Rock. “Uhh I loved this film growing up. It’s what made me learn how to play the bass guitar.”

“You know how to play the bass.”

“Knew. I knew how to play the bass. I haven’t played since I was maybe 14 when the reality of my Dad’s job finally hit home and I realised I was never gonna be in an actual band.”

“Why’s that?”

“When your Dad’s Wilson Fisk, you don’t tend to have many friends.” Angel said a little disheartened by her childhood memories.

“That sucks.”

“Yup.” she quietly agreed.

“You know I’ve never actually watched it.” Miles said as he started to load the film.

“You what!?” Angel’s head whipped around to him in shock.

“Yeah, it was a little after my time.”

“A little after your time!” Angel’s eyebrows raised. “Are you calling me old? I thought you said you weren’t a kid.” she continued to jest and poke at him.

“Oh shut up, you know what I mean.” he grumbled.

----

Angel fell asleep around half way through the movie. One second she was watching the kids pretending to be sick with ��stickittothemanosis’, the next she was waking up 2 hours later. She was alone again, Miles no doubt having hobbled out on his crutches to leave her to sleep as soon as the film ended. ‘Uuuuhhgg.’ she groaned stiffly, as she tried to prop herself back up against the pillows again. She really hated how all these drugs were starting to make her feel.

She was about to call out for Eddie to chase him up about the doctors when her phone buzzed.

She frowned as her head turned to the bedside table where it sat. The only person who had ever really messaged her on it was her Dad and he was dead. ‘Maybe Peter had noticed it last night and put his number in it and it was him’ she thought. When she pulled it over and opened it up, it wasn’t Peter. She didn’t know who it was. It was an unknown number. There was a message, sent 6 minutes ago.

‘And there was me thinking Felicia Day was the Black Cat, but you seem to have 9 lives all of your own.’

The message wasn’t signed off.

‘Who is this? How did you get this number?’ she typed back.

Nothing. The message said it had been seen, but nothing. There was no response. ‘What the fuck?’ she frowned as she analysed the series of numbers attached to the message, trying to work out if they were familiar or not. They weren’t.

“Hey, Baby.” Peter said as he strode into the room. “What’s wrong?” he observed, his face suddenly becoming paranoid and serious as he observed her look of confusion towards her phone.

“Nothing. It’s nothing.” she said shrugging off the message and closing her phone, placing it back on the bedside table.

“Okaaayyy.” Peter said slowly. “So I hear you’re not being a very good patient.” Peter pivoted the conversation. 

“I honestly have no idea what you’re talking about.” she said back.

“Oh really. Picking fights with Felicia, making demands left right and centre.”

“All I want is a shower Pete.” she tried to reason with a sickly sweet demeanour. “Look at me, I look disgusting. I feel disgusting. And I know you can smell me from over there Spider boy so don’t try and spin me some web about me smelling like roses because it aint happening. Get me off this shit, I want to have a shower.” she said as she gestured towards the machines and tubes around her. “Oh and by the way, I can get up and pee for myself just fine thank you without this fucking thing.” she said as she pointed out the catheter, the thing that irritated her the most.

“Okay, okay, sassy pants.” she frowned at the old nickname she hadn’t heard since she was probably 23. “Docs on his way up okay.”

“Thank you.” she sighed in relief at the news.

“Don’t know how well it’s gonna go though-”

“Pete, I swear to whichever God so happens to be listening right now, if you are about to make a comment and rub it in my face about your regenerative spider abilities-”

“-I’m not, I’m not.” he said, his hands being thrown up in front of him defensively. “I’m just saying no matter how much you don’t like it, you still have broken ribs and a-”

“-fractured wrist, I know!” she said back. “But unlike Miles, there is absolutely nothing wrong with my legs.” she began to snarl as her irritation began to rise again.

“Okay, okay!” Peter said again, his voice getting higher in pitch the more agitated she became.

They were gratefully interrupted by the Doctor who came in, a nurse in blue scrubs hot on his tail as he came into the room.

“Ahhh Miss Fisk,”

“Parker.” Both Angel and Peter corrected together.

“Sorry, Mrs Parker,” the older gentleman said, correcting himself. From his balding hair and crows feet, Angel assumed he must have been in his early 50s. “Right so I’m here to take a look at things, my name is Dr Healey,” he said, “this is Nurse Temple.”

“Just Claire’s fine.” the younger woman interjected, her hands slipping into her pockets as she rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet, waiting to start her work after the Doctor’s assessment. Angel sent a small smile of apology her way for having to work with the good doctor.

“Okay…” Dr Healy said as he started up his regular spiel again. “I’m just gonna check over your vitals, take a look at the bandaging on those ribs, do a couple of physical tests to check your movements-”

“Just get me out of the bed Doc.” Angel snipped at him, eliciting Claire to look down at her feet to hide the smile across her face and the small snicker that escaped her lips.

“Yes, well… very well then.” Dr Healy said, suddenly on the back foot.

“Angel.” Peter chastised.

“What?!” she threw back defensively. “I just want to shower and be able to pee for myself. I’m not planning on going anywhere other than the bathroom- and maybe my own bed,” she quickly added, “I promise.” she said to him.

Peter sighed as he gave in. “Can we do that Doc?” Peter asked him.

“Yeah, of course we can.” Claire chimed in as she stepped forward, grabbing a pair of gloves out of her bag and slipping them on as she started to make her way around the side of the bed.

“Umm yes, yes.” The Doctor hesitantly agreed, still on the back foot. 

As Claire began to remove the cannula from the back of Angel’s hand, the Doctor checked over Angel’s abrasions and mobility. She was still very sore and achy but with slow careful movements the Doctor finally conceded, with a nod of his head before moving away to allow Claire to remove the catheter, as he wrote out a prescription for some painkillers.

“Okay, this is gonna feel uncomfortable.” Claire said to Angel as she started to brace her fingers around the small tube attached between Angel’s legs. “Okay I need you to take a deep breath for me alright, I’m gonna count you in okay?” she attempted to reassure. “1,2,3-” 

Angel let out a small wince as she was detached from the catheter. “There, you go, there you go.” Claire coached softly.

“Okay, you’re probably gonna want help taking that shower.” Claire informed as she moved back around the bed to where Angel was already trying to shift her legs over the side of the mattress. “Actually if I’m honest, I don’t really recommend a shower at all, just maybe a really shallow bath and a wipe off with a washcloth.” she continued to say as she took her gloves off before reaching her hands out to Angel’s to help steady her as she stood.

After being stuck in bed with little mobility for the last 3 days, it was no surprise Angel’s legs wobbled and gave out when she tried to stand. “It’s alright I got you.” Claire said as she took most of Angel’s weight against her own body, as Peter raced around the bed to help. “It’s okay, you’ve been lying down for a while now, this is normal, just give your legs a chance for the blood flow to get round them again, you’ll be okay.”

Angel felt slightly dizzy as her blood now raced around her body, finally reaching her toes properly for the first time in days. 

“It’s okay, I’ve got it.” Peter said as he swapped places with Claire.

“Yeah no problem.” Claire said as she allowed Peter to take over. “Umm I can go start getting the bathtub ready if you want?” she offered.

“Yeah, it’s just across the hall.” Peter informed her as she began to leave. “You okay?” he asked, checking in with his wife.

“Yup.” she said fighting through the mild pain in her back and ribs and the odd sensation in her legs.

“You ready to start moving?” She didn’t give a verbal response, just nodded. “You want me to carry you?” he asked, noting her obvious attempt to downplay her pain.

“Nope, I’ve got this.” she reassured him with heavy breaths as she began to start hobbling with his assistance towards the door.

“Uh Mr Parker.” Dr Healy interjected, “She’s gonna need this prescription filled out as soon as possible.” He said lifting up the bit of paper he had just ripped off of his notepad.

“Uh Yeah, okay. Can you pass it on to one of the guys down the hall?” Peter threw back over his shoulder. “Preferably not the one with crutches.” Peter tried to joke, using it as some way of apology and ease the tension created by his stubborn wife.

“Ummm yes, of course.” The Doctor stammered as he attempted to gather back up his things.

“There we go.” Claire said as she helped Peter eaze Angel into the bathtub. The water was shallow, only just covering her legs and hips as she sat herself upright in the tub, her arms resting on the sides of the bath to prop her up and make sure she wasn’t leaning back against her ribs in the hard tub.

Peter could sense Angel’s tension at having Claire watch over his shoulder as his hand reached into the water for the red washcloth she had found and placed into the tub.

“Make sure you ring it out well, she can’t get her bandages wet.” Claire informed.

“Okay, okay. I think I’ve got it.” Peter said, turning his head to look at her. “Ummm thank you, I think I can take care of things from here.” Peter said, kindly dismissing her.

“Okay.” Claire conceded with a nod. “I’m just gonna hang around out there for a moment just in case there is anything you need.”

“Thank you, but I don’t think that will be necessary.” Peter said, driving home her dismissal a little harder this time.

“Okay. It was nice to meet you.” Claire said over Peter’s shoulder to Angel with a wave.

“Thank you.” Angel said timidly from behind the cover of Peter’s body.

When Claire left the room, Peter began brushing the damp cloth across Angel’s bruised skin. “What?” she queried when he began to frown.

“It’s just,” his voice said quietly as his fingers traced across one of the bruises on the top of her chest. 

“I know, I know.” she said equally as softly as she too took in the bruising all over her body.

“It just… makes me feel so helpless.” Peter confessed.

“I know. But this isn’t your fault Pete and you know it.” she tried to reassure him.

There was a pause between them before he said, “I had a dream last night.” he confided. “She was in it.”

“Gwen?” Angel confirmed.

“Yeah.” 

Gwen had still been alive when Peter had first swung into her life, saving her from that explosion at her Dad’s warehouse. They hadn’t met again until after Gwen had died. They used to run into each other at the cemetery, her visiting her Mom, him visiting Gwen. They used to just sit with each other and talk, reminisce about their loved ones. 

“I’m not her Peter.”

“I know that.” he sighed. “I know that.” he said more confidently. “It’s just…” his voice trailed off and tears began to form in his eyes, “I can’t lose you too okay? Not again, not for good, okay?”

“Okay.” she repeated quietly, a silent promise just between the two of them.

“You can’t be doing shit like that again, you know?”

She looked confused, “What go help out at-”

“No, I mean, what happened downstairs. You can’t- I can’t” he corrected himself, “I don’t know how to keep you safe when you do shit like that okay.”

“But maybe you’re not meant to.” she said cautiously as he continued to wipe at her skin, “Maybe you can’t, maybe you’re not meant to. Maybe that’s…” her voice trailed off as she had a thought ‘Maybe that was what her Father was training her for all along.’ 

“Maybe that’s what?” he asked, growing tense at the idea of not being able to protect her, to keep his own wife safe.

“Peter, maybe that was the point of my Dad keeping me away from you. Not just to protect me, but to show me how to stand on my own two feet, how to protect myself.”

“But you shouldn’t have to-”

“And why not? Because you’re my husband and that’s your job? Bullshit. Who’s there to save you huh? When shit hits the fan, which it already has, mind you; who looks out for you?” She looked deeply into his eyes. “Who is there to save you?”

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✨🍼 Alastor & Alastor's Baby Registry 🚼💝

Gooood evening, Hell! I'm given to understand that these days, the custom is for new parents to create a little shopping list of everything their baby needs and then send it to everyone they know, to see whether their friends will do the shopping for them! And who am I to argue with such a cherished modern tradition?

So, here's @smiledotdeer's and my list! I'm also told that gifts are usually handed over at a baby shower—which is something like a bachelor party for parents-to-be? Now, we don't have one of those planned yet, but if that's something you people are into, say so, maybe we can figure something out.

Now, without further ado—!

[Like any other real registry, all of the above items link to the exact items the Alastors want to buy. Many of them don't link to common baby stores, but to auction & secondhand sites selling antique and vintage items. Some have back-up items listed in case somebody else buys up their #1 picks first.

Examples of the aesthetic of what's on their list: their chosen co-sleeper crib, glider chair, and baby monitor:]

[In other words: gothic-looking old-fashioned wooden furniture, cozy-looking old-fashioned wooden furniture, and unexpectedly whimsically cute items.

The "claimed" clothing is being made by Cal and they expect the "claimed" bedding to be made by @deerly-beloveded Beau. Everything else is open for anybody to give to them as gifts.

The list is only distributed to people Buck & Cal know; this can include a very broad range of acquaintances, but notably does not include anyone Buck considers only a fuck buddy.

Other important notes about their list below:]

- Although there are a few electrical items (like the baby monitor), there are no "smart" devices and nothing that can connect to the Internet.

- Wherever possible, they prefer everything BUT plastic (wood, fabric, metal, glass...) and avoid minimalist-style modern products.

- Trying to click on "babysitting" will lead to a contact page for the Alastors that says "we're accepting volunteers!" Trying to click on "bouncer" leads to the same. They don't know what a baby bouncer is and assume it's like a nightclub bouncer to turn away uninvited people who are trying to visit the baby.

- Most of their book choices were either published over a century ago or are very clearly from Hell (such as a rainbow picture book that teaches babies the colors and the order of Hell's rings.

- Freezer meals leads to recipes they're saving. They want homemade-and-then-frozen meals, not store-bought frozen meals.

- Their baby registry template had many things they didn't include, such as: nursing items like bras, pillows, pads, and creams ("nursing can't be that hard"); home goods like blackout shades, shelving, burp cloths, white noise machines, and infant bath tubs ("we already have curtains/shelves/towels/radios/pots"), transportation items like strollers and car seats (they don't have a car and think they can carry the baby everywhere); disposable diapers (they plan on fabric diapers); and products like tummy time mats, humidifiers, cabinet locks, and nasal bulb syringes ("those sound like ridiculous products for fake problems"). They may or may not live to regret these omissions.

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My husband scored me a glider chair with footstool, in almost perfect condition except the cushions need some TLC, for £25 😄👍 I loved using the glider chairs at the local children's centre to nurse my first, and now I have one in my house!! I'm feeling so excited.

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Finally decluttered and rearranged the basement "den" (which has not been used as such since we bought the house four years ago) to be the new projection room for watching stuff together. There's a loveseat against the opposite wall, and that glider chair - the one my daughter was nursed in - will eventually go there too. The "resin lab" in its entirety is against the wall on the right, with room to become a 3d-printing lab as well some day. It's nice to have it all away from the main living areas - unlike when half of it was in the office / spare bedroom - because of fumes and dust.

The nice thing about using this room for projection is that it has a handy blank wall (surprisingly few of those here) and stays decently dim even at 4pm on a summer afternoon. It also maintains a decent temperature in winter, despite no active heat, because the boiler and water heater are on the other side of that thin wall. Some day we'll have to augment with some resistive panels when we go all-electric. That will probably be in a couple of years, when roof-edge wind has developed enough to go with solar and battery.

P.S. Just in time for part two of Witcher season three. 😀

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Creating a Dreamy Haven: Baby Nursery Ideas for Your Little Bundle of Joy

Introduction:

Welcoming a new addition to your family is an exciting and joyous occasion. As you prepare for your baby's arrival, one of the most important spaces to consider is the nursery. The baby nursery is not only a functional room but also a sanctuary where your little one will grow, play, and rest. In this article, we will explore a range of creative and enchanting baby nursery ideas to help you design a space that is not only visually appealing but also functional and nurturing.

Selecting a Theme: Choosing a theme for your baby nursery can set the tone and atmosphere of the room. Popular themes include animals, nature, space, fairy tales, and vintage-inspired designs. Consider selecting a theme that reflects your personal style and resonates with the overall aesthetic of your home.

Calming Colors: When it comes to colors, soft and soothing tones are ideal for a baby nursery. Pastel shades such as mint green, lavender, baby blue, and blush pink create a tranquil ambiance. Neutral colors like beige, cream, and gray can also provide a serene backdrop for the room. Incorporating pops of color through accessories and artwork can add visual interest and stimulate your baby's developing senses.

Functional Furniture: Investing in functional furniture is crucial for a baby nursery. A crib, changing table, and storage solutions are the primary essentials. Opt for a convertible crib that can grow with your child, transforming into a toddler bed or daybed. Choose a changing table with built-in storage to maximize space efficiency. Consider a comfortable nursing chair or glider for those late-night feedings and snuggles.

Creative Wall Decor: The walls of a baby nursery offer a fantastic opportunity for creativity and personalization. Adorn them with removable wall decals featuring whimsical designs or characters that complement your chosen theme. Hang framed artwork, family photos, or even a gallery wall to add a personal touch. You can also consider painting an accent wall with a mural or using wallpaper for a statement look.

Soft Textiles and Fabrics: Soft textiles and fabrics play a vital role in creating a cozy and nurturing environment for your baby. Opt for breathable and hypoallergenic crib bedding made from natural materials such as organic cotton. Add plush rugs, curtains, and soft blankets to enhance comfort and absorb sound. Incorporate blackout curtains to create a soothing sleep environment.

Ample Storage: With the abundance of baby essentials, storage is crucial in a nursery. Utilize wall shelves, bookcases, and cubbies to organize toys, books, and clothing. Opt for storage baskets or bins that are easily accessible for quick cleanups. A well-organized nursery will not only be visually pleasing but also help streamline your daily routines.

Soft Lighting: Proper lighting is essential in a baby nursery. Install adjustable dimmers or use soft, diffused lighting to create a soothing ambiance. Consider adding a nightlight near the crib for late-night diaper changes or comforting your baby during sleep. Natural light is also beneficial, so ensure the room has curtains or blinds that can be easily adjusted.

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Designing a Nursery: Furniture Essentials for Your Baby's Comfort and Safety - Saraf Furniture

Designing a nursery is an exciting and joyous task for expectant parents. Creating a safe and comfortable space for your little one requires careful consideration of furniture essentials. In this blog, we will explore the key furniture pieces that will not only enhance the aesthetics of the nursery but also prioritize your baby's comfort and safety.

Crib: Any nursery's focal point is the crib. When selecting a crib, prioritize safety features such as sturdy construction, slat spacing that meets safety standards, and the absence of any sharp edges or protrusions. Opt for a crib that can be converted into a toddler bed to accommodate your child as they grow.

Changing Table: A changing table is a practical addition to the nursery, providing a dedicated space for diaper changes and organizing baby essentials. Look for a changing table with guardrails and a secure changing pad to ensure your baby's safety during diaper changes. Consider one with built-in storage compartments or shelves for easy access to diapers, wipes, and clothing.

Rocking Chair or Glider: A comfortable rocking chair or glider is a must-have for those long nights spent soothing your baby. Choose a chair with adequate back and arm support and consider cushions or padding for added comfort. Opt for a design with gentle rocking or gliding motion that will help lull your baby to sleep as per Insaraf Furniture Reviews.

Dresser or Chest of Drawers: A dresser or chest of drawers provides valuable storage space for your baby's clothing, blankets, and accessories. Ensure that the furniture piece is stable, with smooth drawers that have safety stops to prevent them from accidentally being pulled out entirely. Consider anchoring it to the wall for added stability, especially if your child becomes more mobile.

Nursery Chair or Nursing Glider: For nursing mothers, a dedicated nursery chair or nursing glider is essential. Look for a comfortable chair with good back support and armrests, allowing you to relax during feeding sessions. Consider a chair with removable and washable cushions or covers for easy cleaning.

Bookshelf or Storage Unit: A bookshelf or storage unit provides an organized space for books, toys, and other items that stimulate your baby's development. Opt for shelves with rounded edges and secure them to the wall to prevent tipping. Adjustable shelving allows for flexibility as your baby grows and their needs change.

Play Mat or Rug: A soft and cushioned play mat or rug creates a cozy and safe area for your baby to explore and play. Look for non-toxic materials and ensure that the rug is easy to clean. Consider a design that is both visually stimulating and comfortable for your baby to sit and crawl on.

Conclusion: 

Designing a nursery is an exciting journey as you prepare to welcome your baby into the world. By prioritizing comfort and safety, and selecting the right furniture essentials, you can create a beautiful and functional space where your little one can grow, play, and thrive. Remember to consider safety features, quality materials, and versatility to ensure that the furniture pieces you choose will stand the test of time and accommodate your child's needs as they grow, says Insaraf Furniture.

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Baby Essentials: The Complete List For New And Expecting Parents

Getting ready to welcome a baby into your home can be exciting, overwhelming, and everything in between. One of your biggest tasks is to fill your house with the things you’ll need to take care of your little one. But it can be hard to know which items are baby essentials and which ones you can live without.

To help you figure out what to buy, we have organized the baby essentials into seven categories: nursery, clothing, diapering, bath time, feeding, health and safety, and playtime and carrying. We’ll tell you the must-haves for each category, and you can let your family’s preferences dictate the rest.

At the end of the article, we’ll leave you with a few other tips to get your family ready for your baby’s arrival. Preparing your family is, after all, just as much of a “baby essential” as diapers and burp cloths!

That said, let’s start with baby essentials for the nursery.

Baby Essentials: The Nursery

Designing your little one’s nursery can be one of the most enjoyable parts of expecting a baby! Take your pick from plenty of colors and themes to create an attractive and safe space for your baby, where they will play, grow, and sleep the night away.

There are lots of ways to make your baby’s nursery cute and charming. But what are the most basic baby items you need to have in your nursery to keep your baby safe and comfortable?

Crib

The first nursery necessity is a place for your little one to snooze.

The American Academy of Pediatrics recommends that you share your room (but not your bed!) with your baby for at least the first six months of life. If your baby is going to sleep in your room before moving to their nursery, you may want to consider a cradle or bassinet to save space.

That said, your baby can immediately start sleeping in a crib if you prefer. This can be a bonus because your little one won’t outgrow a crib as fast as they will a bassinet or cradle — in fact, a convertible crib can even see your child through their toddler years.

Crib Mattress

If you’ll be putting your newborn to sleep in a bassinet, you probably won’t have to choose a mattress because most bassinets come with one. That said, read our bassinet mattress buyer’s guide here so you are prepared.

If your baby is sleeping in a mini-crib or standard-sized crib, opt for a crib mattress that’s safe and easy to clean. After all, your baby will spend lots of time in their crib, whether they’re sleeping or quietly entertaining themselves. You want it to be a secure place for them to be.

Fitted Crib Sheets

A fitted sheet is next on our baby essentials list.

What about other baby items that go in the crib like crib bumpers, top sheets, blankets, and baby pillows? They are all non-necessities. In fact, they’re not only unnecessary — they’re unsafe.

For the safest sleep possible, put your baby to sleep in a bare crib. All that should be found in the crib is a fitted sheet on the mattress, your little one, and a pacifier (if they use one).

Other Nursery Necessities

In addition to a safe place to sleep, what are the other nursery necessities?

First, a baby monitor. Having one will give you peace of mind, allowing you to listen to and see your baby without having to pop into the nursery.

You’ll also need somewhere to store clothes and change diapers. Use a traditional changing table, or simplify by using a dresser or chest as a changing table as well (if the space and height are right).

Here are a few other nursery items you’ll want to have:

Rocking chair or glider

Nightlight or lamp

Clothes hamper

Humidifier

Cart

Stroller

Walker

High Chair

Hammock

Placing a small table next to your rocking chair is a good idea, too, since you’ll inevitably have a book, your phone, or a cup of water with you while you’re nursing your baby or rocking them to sleep.

Baby Essentials: Clothing

Between spit-up, blowouts, and other inevitable messes, your new baby will go through a lot of clothes! How many of each item you should buy depends largely on how often you plan to do laundry.

Here are the essentials you’ll need (based on doing laundry once or twice per week):

Onesies (5-7)

Sleep sack or swaddle (2-3)

One-piece footed pajamas (4-5)

Sweaters or jackets (1-2)

Dress-up outfits (1-2)

Pairs of socks or booties (5-7)

Newborn hat (2)

Winter hat (2)

Summer hat for the sun (1)

Pants (5)

Shirts (5)

Scratch mittens (3-4)

Winter mittens (1)

Swimsuit (1)Pre-shrunk, 100% organic muslin cotton is machine washable for easy care and use.

If seeing “swaddle” on this list raises all sorts of questions because you don’t know the first thing about swaddling a newborn, don’t worry. You’ll get the hang of it in no time.

Last but not least, don’t forget to stock up on baby hangers and gentle laundry detergent to keep everything clean and tidy.

Baby Essentials: Diapering

From day one, you’ll need to have the diapering essentials on hand. Your baby will go through a lot of diapers! Before purchasing supplies, decide if you want to use disposable or cloth diapers.

Disposable Diapers

If you opt for disposable diapers, stock up! Babies typically go through fewer diapers as they get older, but in their first month or so, expect to use up to 10 diapers per day. That’s somewhere around 300 diapers!

Cloth Diapers

If you’re using cloth diapers, buy at least 15 (more if you don’t plan on washing every other day). Don’t forget you’ll also need diaper covers and fasteners for cloth diapers.

General Diapering Necessities

No matter which diaper option is best for your family, you’ll also need these basics for diaper changing:

Changing pad

Diaper pail and liners

Diaper rash cream

Diaper wipes

Diaper bag

Expert tip: While we’re on the subject of leaky diapers, blowouts, and the like, having an extra mattress cover and a waterproof mattress pad will make your life easier when your little angel leaves you with a mess in the crib.

Baby Essentials: Bath Time

When it comes to bath time, there are several cute (but unnecessary) products and fun bath toys to choose from. For now, let’s stick to the basics that you’ll need to keep your baby squeaky clean.

To start with, you need a baby bathtub. Once you have a place to bathe your little one, the rest is pretty simple.

Before The Bath

Always test the water temperature before putting your little one in the bath. A bath thermometer will help you keep the water at the perfect temperature so your baby isn’t too chilly or too warm.

Additionally, put a faucet guard in place so your little one doesn’t bump their head on the hard bath or sink faucet.

During The Bath

To cleanse your little one, you’ll need several soft baby washcloths, a gentle baby soap or bath wash, and baby shampoo (to make things even simpler, consider getting a two-in-one baby body wash and shampoo).

Tip: Keep a plastic cup in the bathroom to easily rinse the soap off of your baby.

After The Bath

To finish up your bathtime routine, you’ll want to have a baby hairbrush and towel on hand (the hooded baby towels are especially adorable, but you can also use a regular towel).

Post-bathtime is also an ideal moment to moisturize your baby’s delicate skin with a gentle lotion. For gentle, safe moisture, choose a hypoallergenic moisturizer designed specifically for baby skin.

Baby Essentials: Feeding

When it comes to feeding your infant, the big decision you have to make is if you’re going to breastfeed or formula feed. Later, your baby will eat solid foods and will need a highchair and several baby spoons, but let’s focus on the essentials for those first few months.

Formula Feeding Essentials

If you’ve chosen to formula feed, here’s a list of must-haves:

Bottles with nipples

Dishwasher bottle basket

Bottle-cleaning brush

Baby formula

Bibs (lots of them!)

Burp cloths

Insulated bottle carrier for traveling

Breastfeeding Essentials

If you plan on breastfeeding, you’ll need the items from the list above (except the formula) in order to bottle feed when you’re unable to nurse. In addition, you’ll need a breast pump and breast milk storage containers.

Nipple cream and nursing bras are also important for making things as easy and comfortable as possible for you. Breast pads will come in handy, too. They are placed inside your bra (a regular bra or nursing bra) to keep you from leaking through.

For a nursing cover, all you really need is a light blanket. These multipurpose blankets serve not only as swaddles but also as nursing covers, changing pads, stroller covers, and burp cloths.

Baby Essentials: Health And Safety

Whether you’re giving medicine or buckling your little one in for a car ride, your baby’s health and safety is your top priority.

First-Aid Supplies

To care for your baby when they’re sick and to keep them in tip-top shape daily, stock up on these health and first-aid supplies:

Nail clippers (or nail scissors or a file)

Bulb syringe

Baby thermometer

Medicine spoon

Medicine Syringe

Cotton balls

Cotton swabs

Petroleum jelly and gauze (if you have a circumcised little boy)

Baby medicine (talk to your pediatrician about what you should have)

Baby-Proofing Supplies

As soon as your little one figures out how to roll over, you’ve got a baby on the move. Time to babyproof!

When it comes to purchasing babyproofing gear, at the very least you’ll need baby gates for the top and bottom of stairs, cabinet and drawer latches, outlet covers, and a fireplace bumper if your home has a fireplace.

Another note on safety for your rolling baby: It’s important to stop swaddling your baby when they show signs of starting to roll over. This is when you can transition them to a sleep sack instead.

Car Safety

A car seat should be at the top of your baby essentials list. You’ll need a car seat just to get your baby home from the hospital, so make sure you purchase one well before your due date!

Baby Essentials: Playtime And Carrying

Between reading books and enjoying tummy time on the floor, it’s important to have the right toys available for your little one. While there’s no one toy that’s a must-have, consider things like a baby swing or bouncer, baby books, rattles, soft blocks, or a bouncer seat.

You’ll also want to have the right baby equipment for the activities that your family enjoys. A stroller is a must-have for most families.

Think about your family’s hobbies — for example, if you and your family love hiking, a baby carrier will be a necessity for you while other parents will be content with a sling to use around the house.

Prepare Your Heart And Home

We’ve just covered the baby essentials, like diapers, bottles, a crib, and all the rest. However, welcoming a new baby into your home, heart, and family also includes preparing for the birth as well as preparing financially, medically, emotionally, and relationally.

This preparation will look different for each family, but before we bid you farewell, let’s discuss a few guidelines for getting ready.

Prepare For The Birth

In this article, we focused on the baby essentials you’ll need to take care of your little one day in and day out. But before they make their appearance, you’ll head to the hospital or birthing center to do the amazing work of bringing a child into the world.

Get ready by touring the hospital and creating a birth plan. Pack your hospital bag with essentials for delivery day, such as comfy clothes, your favorite drinks, toiletries, underwear and pads, your cell phone charger, and the like.

Prepare Financially

As you might imagine, acquiring all of the items we mentioned in this article isn’t free. Pregnancy, childbirth, and raising a little one involve quite a bit of money, so it’s worth making a plan and setting aside some cash now.

Keep in mind that second-hand or hand-me-down baby items are a great way to pinch pennies, but, for health and safety reasons, it’s best to buy these items brand new:

Crib

Crib mattress

Car seat

Breast pump

Baby carrier or sling

Nipples for bottles

Pacifiers

In addition to saving money and making a budget, take a look at your health insurance to know what costs are covered and what will be out of pocket. Check in with work as well to be sure you understand your maternity or paternity leave.

Prepare Medically

With a baby on the way, there are three things to prepare medically: your prenatal care, where you’ll deliver your baby, and who your baby’s pediatrician will be.

At this point, you’ve probably already been to the doc for yourself and your growing baby bump. So, plan to continue taking care of yourself and your baby by continuing to go to the recommended appointments.

During this process, you’ll also decide exactly where you’ll give birth. Wherever you choose to deliver should be comfortable for you, provide excellent care, and suit your needs and preferences.

Lastly, when choosing a pediatrician, take into consideration the location of the office, their hours, the pediatrician’s credentials and training, and whether or not they accept your insurance.

Prepare Emotionally And Relationally

Bringing a new baby into the family is an exciting and wonderful change, but it’s still a change.

Prepare with your partner by sharing your expectations, fears, concerns, and joys. Discuss how you’ll support each other as your family grows. Strengthen your bond, and spend time enjoying each other’s company.

If this is not your first child, prepare your other kids for the arrival of their new sibling. Talk about what it will be like to have a new baby in the family, involve them in preparing the nursery, and explain who they’ll be with on the day that mom goes to deliver the baby.

As for you, give yourself plenty of grace and start learning now (if you haven’t already) how to take good care of yourself.

Before your baby comes is also a good time to connect with your friends, family, and support system. In addition to having fun together, you can use this time to have any necessary conversations regarding the baby’s arrival and who will be helping out with various tasks.

Prepare Your Home With The Baby Essentials

With this guide, you can be sure that your home and nursery are outfitted with the true baby essentials — like diapers, a car seat, a crib, and a mattress.

At the end of each day, you’ll be able to rest easy knowing your little one is getting the sound, safe sleep they need on a breathable, comfortable, and durable crib mattress.

Now all that’s left to do is eagerly await the arrival of your sweet baby!