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xlovelyyoongix · 4 years

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happy birthday | myg

♥ summary: When a birthday foot massage turns into something a bit more interesting 18+ ( established relationship)

♥ paring: slight dom yoongi! x f. sub reader (established relationship)

♥ warnings: SMUT! swearing, female receiving, multiple orgasms , over stimulation, creampie, squirting and use of a sex toy.

♥ a/n: Not gonna lie I wrote this for myself on my birthday because I’m such a simp for Min Yoongi. Also, I apologize that this post is a day late. I watched Day 1 and Day 2 of the MOTS 7 concert and I was so sleep deprived so please forgive me. Enjoy! Feedback is welcome!

You always hated being the center of attention, in a room full of crowded bodies with all eyes on you was never your forte. So, when you explained to your boyfriend of 2 years that you wanted a simple celebration of your birthday, he promised you just that. Your special day consisted of breakfast in bed, shopping, a movie, and dinner at your favorite restaurant. To others, a birthday spent like such would be considered a boring one, but for you, a day spent with Yoongi by your side was perfect.

"This was such a fun day!" Your exhausted body pushed through the door for your apartment, dropping your shopping bags on the living room table. "I'm beat!" Kicking off your shoes, your body collapses on the couch, releasing a heavy breath as your lashes flutter shut to relax.

Yoongi closes the door behind him, chuckling at your animated demeanor. "I'm glad you had a great time,__" Before anything else, Yoongi escaped into the back room, only to reemerge with a few items in his hands, an eager smile stretched across his face. "But it's not over yet."

Your lips curve in question, "Huh?" and the moment your eyes blink open, a romantic flickering of dim orange light begins to dance across the apartment walls along with the soothing scent of lavender. Your brows crinkle together, dimples digging into your cheeks upon realizing, Yoongi lit your favorite scented candle. "What's this about?" You pull yourself up with a toothy grin in observance of the scene before you.

A twinkle of delight shimmers within Yoongi's onyx orbs, taking a seat on the carpet between your legs. "Your last gift of the day." His proud gummy smile gleaming up at you.

It wasn't until Yoongi gently placed your foot onto his lap, removing your socks, that you realized what he was doing. Your cheeks lighten with an innocent hue as his long fingers brush against your tiny toes. "Y-Yoon?" You question, with a rapid heart beat.

"Hm?" He questions, pulling a bottle of oil out of the silk bag only to pour a modest amount into his hand. "You act like I've never touched you before,__" His hooded eyes dart up at you, though only for a second before talented fingers are massaging the warming oil into the balls, arch, and toes of your foot.

"Mhm..." A small moan vibrates from the back of your throat, the newly found pleasure rippling throughout your being, practically melting your body into the sofa. "Feels good~" You purr.

Yoongi takes pride in the blissful expression plastered across your face. "I'm happy you're enjoying yourself." Voice music to your ears as his fingers work between your toes, ankle, and back up the sole of your foot. "Just relax and let me take care of you."

"Okay." Your lashes flutter shut, body loosening up as the soothing scent of lavender sways within your nostrils. Yoongi, being skillful with his hands, takes his time and massages all the spots you seem to like most. He doesn't speak, merely allowing you to fully embrace your very own euphoria.

You're unable to recall a time your body experienced this type of tranquility; with work and school swallowing your livelihood, you're surprised you're able to even manage a relationship with your hectic schedule. Always a paper due, an extra shift that needed to be worked. There were times you barely even had time to sleep...

"SLEEP?!" Realizing your body was a bit too tranquil enough to doze off, your back arches off the couch, frantic eyes darting across the room in search of your boyfriend. Had it already been that long he chose to leave for the night? "Yoongi?"

"Don't worry, you weren't asleep for too long." A teasing smirk pulls across his full cheeks, taking a seat on the floor between your legs again. "Had to wash my hands and get your other present." Unlike before, his demeanor changed. His hooded eyes, a shade darker than normal, tongue lapping across his bottom lip, along with a seductive arched brow. Surely, Yoongi was up to something.

"I thought the foot massage was my last gift." Your head tilts with confusion.

Yoongi chuckles at your obliviousness, placing a pink rectangular box on your lap. "This is just the other part of your present." He nudges you to open it.

You sport Yoongi an -what are you up to- expression, only for your curiosity to become interrupted by the heaviness of the box. What else could he possibly be gifting you with after a day of shopping and dinner? "Okay." Your fingers slowly unravel the bow, careful with removing the lid. The moment your eyes make contact with what's inside, your jaw drops in awe at the objects.

"I saw you googling them a few weeks back. I figured I'd get the set for you." There's a moment of hesitation in Yoongi's tone, your silence instantly forcing him to contemplate his gift. "I-It is what you wanted,.. right?"

Your eyes bounce back to your blonde-haired boyfriend, noticing the doubt trickling across his expression. "Yes, Yoongi, it is!" You praise, heart fluttering that your boyfriend paid that much attention to notice your personal interests. "Thank you so much!" It was a set of 3 clear glass dildos, all shape and length in different sizes, with adorable pink, heart-shaped handles at the end.

Regaining his confidence, his blond head slips between your legs, lips ghosting over the sensitive spots of your inner thighs. “Ya, know..." Mint breath slapping across your skin, causing a delightful shiver up your spine. "We can test them out right now if you want." His jet eyes cutting dangerously at you before placing a kiss on the spot that causes your abdomen to tense deliciously.

With the tempting look in Yoongi's eyes and the grip he has on your thighs, your body heats with desire, feminine core throbbing against the now annoying material of your panties. "I-I mean..." You swallow hard, attempting to catch your staggered breath. "D-do you want to?"

A dimple forms in the crevice of Yoongi's cheeks, snickering at your timid question. "Of course I want to, kitten..." He purrs, fingers working to unbuttoning the metal of your jean shorts. "But today isn't about me, is it?" dark eyes rolling up to you while the echo of your zipper tauntingly fills the room.

If you blinked, you would have missed the dark, carnal switch that happened deep within Yoongi's eyes. Clearly, he was ready for whatever the night had in store. You gulp, "No," You answer back modestly but also notice the rising heat growing between your thighs. "It's about me tonight." You answer back with a nod, slightly more confident than last.

Yoongi snickers devilishly at your reply. "Yes, it is." He pulls at your jean shorts, helping you shimmy out of them. Yoongi gestures at your shirt with a tempting bite of his lip only for it to disappear behind you a second later, leaving your body in nothing but a black bra and panties set.

Your boyfriend takes in the magnificent sight of your hair framing around your adorable cheeks, romantic flames of candlelight across your skin and eyes, and your practically nude body that lit a hungry flame within his core. "Fuck..." Unable to hold back any longer, Yoongi lunges forward, harshly gripping onto your thighs as if to hold you in place while his plush lips place rough kisses and love bites along the innards of your thigh.

"Mhm, Yoon..." Your hips stutter forward, a zap of electricity zipping up your spine, awakening your body with a fevering heat.

As Yoongi's tongue laps across the sensitive parts of your inner thigh, his sneaky index hooks onto the wetness of your panties, slowly sliding down the flimsy fabric before tossing them over his shoulder, not caring where they landed. "Hope you're ready for your gift." His tone holding velvety dominance as his lust-filled eyes peer up at you.

Before you could even mutter a response, Yoongi's crafty tongue laps across your throbbing slit, hands spreading your thighs open for better access. You release a whimper, and the moment his lips latch onto your pulsing clit, your hips snap forward, tongue slipping and sliding between your folds, leaving you a stuttering mess.

Taking his time, Yoongi lapped figure eights around your sensitive nub, large hands cupping at your ass cheeks, sliding you forward into his mouth. "You taste so good, kitten." Words vibrating against your delicate flesh as he spoke.

Even with his tongue moving so deliciously between your slit, body floating into cloud nine, the flame burning inside of you craved more. "S-so good b-but...please~" your walls clenching around nothing in dire need to be stretched. "Inside~." You mewl with a needy wiggle to the edge of the couch.

Yoongi cocks a brow, peeking up at you while working your marvelous wet pussy. "You can't wait anymore, can you." He teases with a confident chuckle. "Your pussy is always so needy for attention." He cheekily mutters, slowly slipping two long digits into the slick of your folds.

"Fuck!" You yelp at the instant pleasure of Yoongi’s curving fingers locate the spongy surface of your inner walls. Back arching off the couch only to roll deeper into Yoongi's thrusts and tongue. "So good..." Managing past the dryness of your throat to whimper.

Yoongi's fingers pump in and out of your gushy slit with ease, tongue attacking your clit for maximum effect. "I want you to cum." the curve of his digits jabbing at your g-spot. You whimper a moan, walls tightening around his knuckles, sending waves of pleasure through your core. "I want your pretty pussy to cum all over my face, kitten."

Feeling your orgasm quickly approaching, the pit of your abdomen tightens in a knot, tight pussy swallowing long fingers, teasing at your approaching release. "Y-Yoongi..." You pant, fog of tears swelling at the corners of your eyes, cheeks a misty hue with thighs opening as wide as humanly possible for your boyfriend's assault on your pussy. "G-gonna cum.... Uughh." Your fingers thread through Yoongi's blonde tresses with a yank, guiding the male's mouth all the places you need him most.

Yoongi snickers at the aggression you have with his hair but doesn't let up. Feeling your soaking muscles clenching around his digits, your fucked out expression says it all, that you're ready to burst at any given moment. "Be a good girl," His fingers pick up their pace, assaulting the sweet spots of your insides at devilish speeds. "and cum for me."

As if on-demand, the tight knot built in the pit of your abdomen finally bursts, sending your body into an eruption of pleasure. "FUCK!" Your back arches off the couch, vision clouded with an assortment of colors, legs collapsing into jelly, as your sopping pussy leaks creamy arousal.

Plunging from the high of your orgasm, your exhausted body plops back onto the sofa, glistening sweat built across your brow with lungs heaving for breath. "So good." You murmur with what little strength you have left.

Yoongi snickers at your weakened expression. "We're not done yet,__" His words are sly as he opens the birthday box that contains a multitude of glass pleasure wands. "Which one should I use on you first?" He takes a second to observe, index tapping his chin in thought. "Got it." Picking out the wand, he knew would send you over the edge.

"H-huh?" Before you could comprehend what was happening, a sudden stretching of something strong and firm slips inside you. "Hmhmm." Your body awakens again, teeth digging into the bottom of your lip as your hips unknowingly roll forward, allowing the glass dildo to plug into your soaking slit.

"You almost forgot about this, didn't you?" Yoongi grins devilishly, the deep ridges of the wand satisfying your greedy entrance.

Your body shutters with delight at the feeling, lashes fluttering as your neck rolls back. With your body still processing the high of your first orgasm, you feel a new wave of arousal collapse over you. "You wanna make me cum again, Yoongi~?" Your once shy innocence, now engulfed by the sparks of lust dancing within your hazed eyes.

Yoongi wiggles a brow at your confidence. "You know it, kitten," he answers back almost too quickly. "Let's see what this thing can do." And without the need for direction, Yoongi slips the rigid object back into the hilt of your core, tilting at just the right angle.

"Shiiiiiit." Yoongi picks up his speed, your ass cheeks bouncing on the glass dildo as he rams it in and out as if it were his profession. Your walls take a liking to the newly discovered object, aroused and clutching tightly around the ridged glass, welcoming it deep within your pussy like the slut it was.

Being the generous pussy eater that he was, Yoongi positioned his mouth against your overwhelming heat once again, plush lips latching onto the sensitive nub, nibbling and sucking all the while thrusting your new favorite toy into your shameful entrance.

A new wave of pleasure zaps through you. "F-fuck, Yoon!" Unapologetically, you grab at your boyfriend's blonde hair, pulling and yanking at the tresses as if your life depended on it. Your brows furrowed together and teeth tugging at your bruised lips as your foggy gaze peers between your legs at the man feasting upon you as if he were starving. "Yoongi, s-so good." Your neck rolls, the familiar tightness in your abdomen returns, threatening to rupture your release.

Your pussy is gushing, sending streams of milky arousal down the shaft of the dildo and onto Yoongi's glistening chin. Even though he couldn't feel your muscles tightening within you, he knew you were reaching the peak of your second orgasm; your words slurred, legs shaking uncontrollably along with the death grip you had on his hair. Yoongi smirks, your incoherent and shaken state, stroking his ego.

Your body uncontrollably humps into Yoongi's mouth, hips matching the rhythm of the glass wand slamming into the wall of your cervix, hitting all the spots you need it most. "P-please..." You're a whimpering mess. "Baby, m-make me cum again...wanna so bad..." Addicted to the taste of release, you plea your boyfriend to fuck another orgasm out of you like that dirty whore that you were.

More than happy to oblige your request, Yoongi stiffens his tongue, lapping over your glistening clitoris at record speed while your soaked pussy sucks in the rigid wand. "Cum,__" He orders with a stern tone.

As if Yoongi's voice was the switch to your light, the tightness within your abdomen snaps on queue. "Shit!" You're crying out again, white noise clogging the tunnels of your ears as your vision fogs with an explosion of different colors. Your lashes flutter the tears from your eyes all the while attempting to catch your staggering breath as the second orgasm pulls from your body. "W-wow,..." Your nearly horse voice stutters out. "T-that was great I-"

The moment your glossy orbs stutter open, you're immediately met with an immaculate sight. It was none other than Yoongi standing proudly naked before you. Smooth, ivory skin that seemed to glow under the romantic candlelight. A hard chest that sculpted into a lean abdomen, showcasing a happy trail of hair leading down to the object you desired most to see. "We're still not done, kitten," Yoongi smirks devilishly, gripping at the base of his thick shaft, standing proudly.

You gulp, the curve of his impressive dick bobbing against his lower abdomen, thick veins protruding from the sides of its girthy shaft. Hungry, Your eyes follow up to the summit of it's red, angry tip, slit oozing delicious pre-cum. You lick your lips at the sight, aroused walls clenching around nothing.

Yoongi stands over you, stroking his monstrous dick with a bit of dominance. While he patiently took care of the needs and desires of your body, Yoongi's dick grew angry and more impatient against the fabric of his boxers. Finally freed, it was more than ready to plug deep into the warm, wet sleeve of your walls. "Tell me what you want, kitten." Yoongi's voice dipping an ungodly tone.

"I-I..." You know precisely what you want, for your boyfriend to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk in the morning. The heat and slick of your previous orgasms, still fresh between your legs, ready to be put to good use, but you wonder if your body can take it—the anxious build-up of another orgasm. You swallow hard at the thought, eyes faced with the perfectly crafted perfection, which was Yoongi's hard dick, a erection you didn't want to go to waste. "I w-want." Your eyes flicker back up at Yoongi, shimmering orbs glowing with desire and lust. "I want you to fuck me, Yoongi." Your voice, dripping with confidence.

Leaving no time for his response, Yoongi pens your legs back with a growl, using his free hand to align his angry tip to the soak of your heated entrance. His hooded eyes cut to you, giving one final look, "Happy birthday, kitten." and as quickly as the words fell from his lips, Yoongi sends his hips soaring forward, plugging his dick deep within your walls as if he were a missing piece to your puzzle

You wince at the sting of his stretch, girth unmatched to any finger or sex toy that could be purchased. "Yoongi~" Due to the multiple orgasms your body endured, the stretch of your entrance was met with a tasteful mix of pain and pleasure. Your orbs slamming shut, releasing a stream of lovely tears from the corners of your eyes.

"Fuck your so tight." Yoongi grunts, gripping onto your thighs as if to hold you both in place. "So fuckin' wet." He leans in, his button nose ghosting over yours as his lustful jet eyes peer into your glossed orbs. "My perfect peach." It was then his lips forced onto yours, tongue dancing within your mouth to give you the sweet taste of your arousal.

You moan into Yoongi's mouth, welcoming the taste of your own pussy as thick thrusts pump into your core. "S-so good." You're a whimpering mess, hips rutting forward as the song of slapping skin echoes throughout the living room.

Typically, Yoongi was slow and patient when making love to you, but something about watching your pussy orgasm and your lips moaning his name awakened a carnal side of him, hidden deep within his psyche. "Sorry, I'm so rough...mhm." Yoongi grunts, eyes rolling while your juicy walls hug around his hostile dick.

"I-its okay..." Your fingers grip onto Yoongi's shoulder blades, nails digging into his flesh as he pounded into the spot that made you see stars. "Fuck, just don't stop." Your walls begin to clutch around him, along with the tight build-up of the familiar knot in your abdomen; however, this time is different. A pressure building behind the structure of your pubic bone that you desperately want to find the reason behind. "Y-Yoongi...." Somehow your release feels out of reach "I-I don't think I-I c-can." You whimper, feeling as though your maximum peak was untenable.

"Y-yes, you can, kitten." Yoongi huffs out, placing kissing and love bits along the lobe of your ear and the curve of your neck. "Cum for me again." Knowing exactly what would bring you over the edge, Yoongi snakes his arm between the two of your sweaty bodies, fingers locating the ball of your clitoris, slowly swiping across the needy nub before attacking with rougher speeds

"Naha!" An electric jolt zips throughout your body, causing your back to arch off the couch. Your senses are on fire. The sweat dripping down your flesh, Yoongi's breath puffing into the shell of your ear, skin rubbing against one another as his thick dick takes you savagely. Was there ever a better feeling than this?

Like a volcano about to erupt, your body begins to shake, unholy moans screeching from your throat, as the knot in the pit of your abdomen becomes incredibly tighter as a sudden urge to pee spikes. "F-fuck Yoon, I... I-I t-think I'm gonna..." And just like that, the build-up inside you snaps, an explosion stronger than ever before. "Fuck!" Your soaking pink muscles push out, liquid squirting out like a waterfall as colors of red, purple and blue, fog your blissful vision, body going limp

Your warm wetness sprays across Yoongi's pelvis, lines of pearling liquid trickling down his flesh. "Kitten, did you just...?" He silent for a moment upon realizing what exactly just happened. You squirted, the evidence of your unholy release trickling to Yoongi's shaft, still plugged into you. "So. Fuckin. Hot!" The carnal need to release overpowers Yoongi, large hands grabbing hold of your hips, and he snaps his thrusts at record speed. With your walls sucking in Yoongi's girth, the tease of release trickled throughout his body. "F-Fuck, kitten, gonna..." He releases a throaty grunt. "Shit!" One final thrust and he was over the edge, ropes of semen coating your insides like a painter, his canvas.

For a moment, Yoongi's body is in tranquil bliss, limply plummeting onto the couch to lay beside you. The two of your eyes following the shadows of candle-light flames dancing around the walls as you gasp for air. "Wow." Yoongi snickers with a toothy grin. "I can't believe you squirted." He comments proudly.

You giggle. "I didn't even know I could do that." Responding between breaths.

"Well, know that I know how to make you squirt," Yoongi pulls you into his chest, fingers caressing your hair as he places a kiss atop of your glistening forehead. "I'll be sure to fuck that glass dildo into you more often." His lips pull into a smile while taking in the beautiful sight, which was you... "Happy Birthday, __."

a/n: this is the first time I’ve posted a smut that is this detailed. So, if you have any pointers or recommendations on how I can improve, please don’t hesitant to reach out. Thanks for reading! ♥

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yukimoji · 4 years

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Memory ( Platonic Sakonji Urokodaki x Young!Reader, Ft. Sabito )

[ Can i request urokodaki x orphan y/n? Urodoki became a doting grandpa 🤣Would it be fun? ]

(a/n: this takes place before Urokodaki adopted Giyuu and Tanjiro! Sabito and reader is around 5-6 years old. This starts of as a scenario, but it transitions into a headcanon form midway, I hope ya’ll dont mind (⌒_⌒;)

Sorry for the huge delay, thanks for requesting and i hope ya’ll enjoy reading! (*^‿^*) )

Total words: 2300+ words

Genre: Starts out Angsty, but becomes Fluff midway.

No manga spoilers

Warnings: Urokodaki is kinda ooc if u squint enough, but it’s doting Grandpa Urokodaki so OuO;;;

It was a snowy day; the village was heavily covered with mountains of snow ranging from the rooftops to the stony ground. To everybody else, it was a day when kids could run wild and have fun in the winter season. Some might have made snowmen, others have made snow angels, and a few have gone as far as starting intense snowball fights.

For other children; yes. It was a perfect day just to go out and hang out with some friends. But not you.

You leaned against the hard stone wall, your fragile body shivering violently from the unforgiving winter cold. Clutching on your ragged and torn blanket even tighter, you sighed in exhaustion as a cold fog escaped from your mouth. You pushed your little figure to hug itself even tighter, trying desperately to warm yourself up, but to no avail.

You were filthy, hungry, and lonely. Looking up tiredly, you stared at the group of kids laughing and playing in the snow filled streets, never noticing once that there was a lone child in the corner that was shivering in the harsh cold. Your lips were pressed into a thin line, your eyebrows were scrunched together as you continued to eye the kids with underlying envy.

As each day passes by, you could gradually feel yourself decaying. What was once well tamed [H / C] hair was now heavily disheveled and filled with knots, clean [S / C] skin now filled with grime and dirt, and your once-vibrant [E / C] eyes sheds its childlike innocence and sparks the longer you suffer in the streets.

Tearing your lonely eyes away from the laughing children, you shifted your attention to the plush teddy bear beside you. It was the last present you ever got from your parents before they were violently murdered by a Demon. The first time you saw the toy, it looked so vibrant and new, but as months passed, it soon deteriorated and had lots of tears and holes in it.

Nevertheless, you still loved the toy to death.

Holding it close, your eyes eventually began to flutter as you gradually began to feel tired. A pained sob escaped from your lips as you struggled to fight back against tears threatening to escape your eyelids. You were completely drained that you lost your sense of your surroundings, as you overlooked the sound of snow crunching that was approaching you.

Soon enough, you felt a figure in front of you, and the delicious scent of hot tea reaches out to invade your senses. Slowly looking up, a man with a red Tengu mask was kneeling in front of you, extending out his hand to offer a cup of hot tea.

Your initial reaction was confusion; who was this man? Why was he there? Why was he offering you tea? You stared at him, your eyes flickering with uncertainty and slight hesitation. He grunts softly, apparently understanding your reluctance towards him.

"You are cold, are you not?" He speaks out, his gruff voice surprisingly filled with warmth and concern.

You were taken aback from the tone of his voice; nobody had talked to you like that in months.

You kept staring at him, your mind whirling around with conflicting thoughts. You felt so unsure if you were to trust this man; he was a total stranger! And you knew better than trusting strangers so easily. However, you could detect the radiant warmth coming from him. You could sense his intentions, and it felt so genuine and true.

Steadily, with your hands shaking, you lifted your palms to accept the cup. It was hot, but it was a comforting kind of warm. You placed the edge of the cup in your mouth, and you started drinking the tea. Heat started rushing all over your body as you kept finishing your drink.

He asks for your name, how you came about in the streets, and if you had anywhere else to go. After a brief silence, he asks where your parents were in a cautious tone.

Suddenly, visions of the dead bodies of your parents erupted in your mind, and you could feel that your chest was beginning to hurt again. The familiar feeling of overwhelming sorrow began to overwhelm you, a knot forming on your throat as the familiar feeling suffocated you once again. You couldn't stop a sob from escaping your mouth, and you attempted to hide in your ragged blanket as tears began to spill away from your eyelids. The man sees your discomfort, and places his hand on your little head to tenderly caress it in an effort to console you.

Then, little quick crunches of snow speedily approached you, as a warm and thick blanket was placed over you. Your tears came to a halt as the sensation of an unfamiliar blanket was draped over you, and you looked up to meet a pair of lavender eyes that belonged to a male child who looked about your age. The boy gave you sheepish smile, and he turned his gaze to the adult who was consoling you. You learned that the lavender-eyed boy's name is "Sabito", and the old man who generously offered you tea is "Urokodaki".

In a blink of an eye, you unexpectedly find yourself sitting in a ramen shop with a delicious Ramen bowl in front of you. Urokodaki, after hearing your stomach rumble with hunger, offered to buy you a meal at a nearby restaurant. Sabito expressed his enthusiasm at this, and after seeing how much he seemed to trust Urokodaki, your doubt and uncertainty seemed to fade away as you meekly accepted his offer.

At that moment, you could sense so much comfort and tenderness radiating from both of them. It's as if all the suffering you've experienced over the last few months had simply been washed away. Yet you were still hesitant; what if it was all just a joke? They had to leave at some point, and you were afraid that you would wound up again in the cold streets.

That is, until Urokodaki offered you to stay with him and Sabito.

They were kind enough to help you out in the streets. They fed you, and they gave you a new blanket for much needed heat as you rotted away. Nobody would help you, nobody even glanced at you. They could well have ignored you like everyone else, but no, they genuinely made an attempt to help you in such difficult circumstances.

So, you agreed to go with them. Which proved to be the greatest decision you ever made.

Urokodaki's cottage was situated on a mountain, and although it was small, they nevertheless did their best to make room for you.

The first few days have been rough. Despite living under the roof a being surrounded by warm blankets, you spent those days lying awake in cold sweat. You tried your best to adjust, you really did, but the familiar feeling of sitting on ice cold gravel never seemed to leave. Not only that, as soon as you try to shut your eyes to get some sleep, the images of your parents will flash in your head, leaving you a whimpering and sobbing mess.

With Urokodaki's keen sense of smell, he could smell your distress over a mile away. He knew that you had a hard time to adjust, it wasn't surprising. However, it pained him how absolutely strong your sorrowful scent was. He could hear your loud whimpers and sobs from your room, and he felt his chest ache from your suffering.

But nothing could prepare him from what was happening behind your closed door.

There you were, thrashing around in your futon, blankets and pillows thrown haphazardly in every possible direction. Tears were continuously running down your face as you hiccuped and sobbed aggressively.

Urokodaki felt his breath hitch and, in a flash, he knelt at your side and softly raised your head to his lap. He placed a hand on your head, and he started to draw soothing circles to calm you down. Minutes passed, and it seemed like you had calmed down a bit, but tears were still running down your eyelids. After much thought, he started to sing a gentle lullaby, filling the room with soft hums and melodies.

After a while, he felt you relax as you were finally greeted with sleep. In the corner of his eye, he saw you grip onto your worn out teddy bear even tighter, and made a mental thought to do something special that he hoped will lift your spirits up.

The next morning, you woke up, pleasantly surprised that you had a decent amount of sleep, given that you haven't had a good night's sleep in ages. When you started to come back to your senses, you felt another person in the room with you.

You shifted your body to face the unknown figure, only to be greeted with a sleeping Urokodaki. He was sleeping on the cold floor, his body laying just a few feet away from you.

Days pass by, and you found yourself growing closer to Urokodaki and Sabito. You spent most of your time Sabito, and it got to the point where you even considered him as your brother. He liked to play Sword Fights with you, proudly announcing his dream to become the best version a man could ever be.

On the other hand, Urokodaki acted more like a caretaker to you. He took care you, fed you meals day after day, buying you new clothes, and even went as far as carving you little trinkets and toys to play around with. Soon enough, the harsh winter had ended, and just like the colorful spring blossoms, you transformed into a bright and optimistic child again.

You were forever grateful for Urokodaki's generosity. So of course, you would always try to help out Urokodaki in anyway you can. Cleaning the house, taking care of the plants, accompanying him in travels, you name it.

There was never a dull day when both of them were around. Laughter always filled the cottage as you and Sabito ran around, while Urokodaki silently stood there, keeping a watchful eye on the two of you. If you looked close enough, you swear you could see a smile peeking through his mask.

You later learned that Urokodaki is a trainer for upcoming Demon Slayers. Urokodaki would tell you and Sabito stories of his adventures; and they never failed to entertain both of you. While Sabito was eager and excited for the day when Urokodaki would start training him, you were still deciding whether or not you would join him and become a Slayer yourself in the near future.

Stargazing was also a thing where you, Sabito, and Urokodaki would bond about. You and Sabito would lay your heads on Urokodaki's lap as the two of you would excitedly point at the stars above. Urokodaki would gently caress your heads every once in while, and he would occasionally talk about interesting facts about the stars and moon in the night sky.

Urokodaki is a man with few words. Naturally, he only spoke when absolutely necessarily, however, there is a saying that actions speak louder than words.

On nights where you would have nightmares, Urokodaki would immediately be there for you.

"It's all right, little one. You'll be okay. I'm here for you."

He 'd reassure you, comfort you, and sing you lullabies until you were overcome by sleep again. Without fail, whenever you needed him the most, he was always right on time.

One day, he took notice of your ragged and torn up teddy bear, and asked he could borrow it. At this point, you grew even closer to him, so you trusted him and let him borrow your precious toy.

After a long day of doing chores and playing with Sabito, you were all huddled up on a fire as you all ate your supper. Sabito was rambling about random things, and you were nodding and laughing as he continued on to explain things in a "manly" manner. Urokodaki sat there in silence, watching how the two of you seemed to get along so well made his heart swell with pride. He had a surprise for you, and he hoped that you would like it.

"[ Y / N ]." He spoke. You turned your head to face Urokodaki, and you felt yourself freeze in your spot as you noticed the object in his hands.

It was your teddy bear; all patched up and clean, just like how it looked like so long ago.

It looked like Urokodaki really outdid himself; there wasn't any tears and holes where it used to have, it's dull color had reverted back to the vibrancy it used to have, and its eyes were now full of life.

Warmth quickly spread over your chest as you continued gazing at your beloved teddy bear. A gasp of disbelief came out of your mouth as your eyes began to water. You couldn't contain yourself as you suddenly launched yourself in the direction of Urokodaki, capturing him tightly in a warm embrace. A big smile transformed your lips as you shouted out your gratitude to Urokodaki; the latter only laughing softly as he returned your embrace with utmost sincerity.

Slowly, he swayed side by side as you continued your assault at him. Sabito gazed at the two of you with a loving expression on his face, as well as the feeling of joy and love continuing to engulf him. Under his mask, Urokodaki felt the sides of his lips curled upward, as he also tried to fight back against the tears that threatened to fall as you continued to nuzzle on his shoulder.

Though, nothing could prepare him for the words that you would mutter out as tears sheer joy fell from his cheeks.

"Thank you. I love you, Urokodaki-san."

#Demon slayer x reader #Kny x reader #Demon slayer imagines #Urokodaki x reader #Sabito x reader #kny imagines #moji writes

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redqueen-hypothesis · 3 years

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bare ➳ lucien (mlqc)

➳ PAIRING: reader x lucien xu (mlqc)

➳ WORD COUNT: 2199

➳ GENRE: fluff

➳ SYNOPSIS: lucien treats you to a bath after a long day at work.

It’s been a long day.

Your feet hurt with each step you take, usually heels don’t take this much of a toll on you since you have emergency slippers that you put on at the office, but today had consisted solely of running around the LFG’s company building - from sweet talking investors and executives to attending budget meetings. If your toes could speak, they’d be crying right now.

Almost stumbling into the lift of your apartment building, you shift uncomfortably on your feet as the elevator ascends. Your headache only climbs with the height, the momentary lapse in action increasingly filling your mind with things that you need to finish by this weekend. A groan escapes you at the mental to do list that only seems to grow, and you reach the door of your apartment feeling more weary than when you’d first left the office.

There’s one positive to coming home, though.

Unlocking the door, you open it and are greeted with your favourite sight in the world: Lucien lounging on the sofa in a pair of comfortable black sweats and a white cable knit sweater, reading glasses perched on his nose and eyes intently focused on a book in his hand. You lean against the door frame for a moment to appreciate the view, a warm smile spreading over your face.

Lucien notices you far too soon, almost instantly, and the enrapt expression on his face melts into a tender smile in a mere second. He sets his book to the side, rising to his feet and crossing the room so that he can welcome you back home properly.

“You’ve had a long day.” The low hum of Lucien’s voice is music to your ears, and you nod, tilting your head up. Fingertips gently stroke your cheeks for a brief moment before he dips down to capture your lips in a soft, demure kiss. “Do you want me to run a bath for you?”

You shake your head, pressing your face into his shoulder. The fabric of his sweater is a soft wool and the fuzz tickles your nose lightly. He smells of the lavender scented fabric softener that the two of you use, and that makes you smile a silly smile. It smells like home.

Reluctantly, you pull your face away from the soft comfort of his sweater to shake your head, although you’re loathe to remove those firm arms wrapped gently around your waist. “No, I have a lot of work to get to, and I should probably get started on it tonight. Just turn on the heater for me, please?”

Lucien tilts his head to the side slightly, lips brushing your temple. “If you say so.” He finally says, but he sounds a tad reluctant. Lucien must be worried about your well being.

“I promise I’m not overworking myself.” You tell him earnestly, rocking back and forth comfortably in his embrace. His soft violet eyes peer into yours thoughtfully, studying your face. “It’s just a busy week for the company, since a lot of foreign business partners for the LFG have flown in. They’ll be gone by next week.”

“Hmm.” The pad of his thumb traces the dark circles under your eyes, painting care and concern over your skin. “Well, I suppose I can be patient another week. I don’t like coming home before you.”

You frown, glancing up at him. “Why not? Isn’t it nice to get home early and get to rest a little more?” You poke him int he chest playfully. “You, sir, work far too hard.”

Lucien nuzzles your nose with his, and you let out a tiny ‘eep’ of muffled giggles, his breath hot against your lips. “Because you’re not there to welcome me back. I like it more when you’re here.”

A pink blush tingles along your cheeks. You’ve never quite dulled yourself to Lucien’s honeyed tongue. “So sappy,” you mumble, pressing another kiss to the tip of his nose. His eyelashes flutter. “Now you understand how I feel. Come home earlier next time, won’t you?”

Lucien nods seriously. “Of course. I wouldn’t think of putting you through such torture again.” He buries his face in the crook of your neck, arms tightening around you as if he doesn’t want to let you go. You giggle at the ticklish feeling of his breath hitting bare skin, and swat lightly at his shoulder.

“Don’t put your face there! I haven’t showered and I stink.” You scold, extricating yourself from his grasp. You’re far from willing to leave Lucien’s arms, of course, but you simply have too much on your plate this weekend. “Help me turn on the water heater, thanks!”

Lucien sighs with a fond smile on his face. “Hardworking little fool.” He chides, brushing your hair back and kissing your forehead before he heads for the bathroom. “Don’t work too hard, okay?”

Giggling, you slip your heels off and pad quietly into your shared room, pulling out a fresh change of clothes. Briefly, you consider picking up some ointment to soothe the ache in your ankles and toes, but then decide against it - you need to get to work as fast as possible. You can pamper yourself next week after the investors leave.

Turning around, you step out of the bedroom and are surprised to hear the sound of running water, a pleasant scent drifting lazily through the air. Curious, you tiptoe to the bathroom and poke your head in, only for a towel to be tossed over your head.

“Lucien, I thought I told you to turn on the heater for me, not draw a bath-” You start but Lucien picks you up by the waist before you can finish your sentence. You squeal, nearly dropping all of your clothes. Gently, he sets you on the ledge of the bathtub, lifting the towel off your head so that you can see once more.

“You should take tonight to rest and recharge, before you tackle your work with a clear mind tomorrow.” Lucien explains, busying himself with swirling the water in the tub; presumably mixing something into it. “You’ll work faster, and you’ll make less errors with your work, am I right?”

You pout, knowing full well that he’s right. “Well, you’re not wrong...”

In the corner of the bathroom he’s lit an scented candle, and you can see a couple bottles of essential oils sitting on the counter. Lucien turns to card his fingers through your hair, eyes tender with affection and a satisfied smile on his face. The gentle pressure of his fingertips against your scalp has your eyes fluttering closed, enjoying his touch.

“Take off your clothes.”

You squint at him, trying to fight a smile of amusement. “It’s not like you to be so forward about this-”

“I was just about to tell you to get into the bath and relax, but I’m not opposed to other activities as well.” Lucien laughs, a clear sound in the small bathroom, dipping his hand into the water. “The temperature should be just right, I checked it earlier. Get in and I’ll massage your feet.”

You blink in surprise as you begin to undo the buttons on your blouse. Lucien steps forward to help you, brushing your hair out of your eyes. “Why a massage?”

“You were shifting around on your feet a lot earlier, they must be sore.” Lucien explains simply, slipping the fabric of your blouse off. You shed the rest of your clothes easily and climb into the bath, letting out a moan of relief when the warm water laps against your skin. It’s almost like the warmth is leeching out the exhaustion from your limbs.

“Don’t make such noises, unless you want things to escalate.” Lucien warns you teasingly, sitting at the ledge of the bath. The water is scented with floral notes of jasmine and lavender, and you just want to sink into its warmth forever. “Give me your foot.”

Too blissed out to resist much further, you lift your leg out of the water and Lucien settles it in his lap, his hands slicked over with scented oil. One hand gripping your ankle, he begins to rub firm circles at the instep of your foot. “Is this alright?”

“Better than alright.” You sigh, resting your head against the back of the bath. This is the most relaxed you’ve felt in a long time, you realise. Lucien’s fingers move over your heel, rubbing with measured strength. “That feels good.”

Lucien lets out a long sigh. “I don’t understand why you must torture me so.” He says, but there’s a warm smile on his face as he continues working on your feet, easing the aching knots there. “You could buy shoes with lower heels, surely that would put less strain on your feet.”

“I haven’t had time to go shopping recently, and my last pair broke.” You tell him mournfully, and let out another soft groan when his thumb digs into the arch of your foot. “Ah, ah, ah. A little sensitive there.”

“Does it hurt?” His voice is gentled with concern, and you shake your head. “No, it feels good. Other foot?”

He takes it and begins working on it, the expression on his face shifting into one of contented focus, resembling the one he makes when he’s absorbed with work. While you enjoy watching him wear a peaceful, warm smile on his face, you also enjoy seeing him concentrate like this - to put it plainly, it’s attractive. You like that about him.

You find yourself dozing off, lulled into a sense of enveloping comfort at the warmth of the bath and Lucien’s skilled fingers. It’s not until a gentle, damp hand cups your cheek that you’re even aware you’ve nodded off in the first place. When you blink your eyes open, both your legs are in the water and Lucien is crouched next to you, chin resting on his arms as he watches you with a fond expression on his face. “Finally awake, sleeping beauty?”

“No.” You let your eyes slip shut again, keeping them firmly shut. “I need a kiss from a handsome prince to wake me up.”

You hear a soft huff of laughter from Lucien next to you, before his lips dip down to touch yours, warm and plush. Soft hair tickles your nose and forehead. “Is this enough, princess?”

You nod, eyes twitching open a crack to see him rise to his feet. “I’ll leave you to wash up, then.”

A lazy hum escapes you. You don’t really want to leave the comfort of this tiny cocoon of warmth you and Lucien are enveloped in right now. Your hand reaches out, fingers fisting in the material of his sweater. “Is it okay if I ask you to spoil me?”

He takes your hand, brushing his lips against your knuckles. “The only question is whether you’d let me spoil you, darling.” You laugh sheepishly, remembering all of Lucien’s attempts to spoil you with affection. “Well, today’s different. Can you wash me?”

Lucien looks at you for a moment, before soft laughter suddenly spills form his chest. You blink up at him, confused. “Ahh, you’re truly a cruel woman, making me exercise all of this self control.”

You plant a trail of placating kisses along the underside of his jaw. “I’m sorry,” you say, not apologetic in the least. A smile settles on your face as you regard him.

Lucien sheds his clothes, before stepping into the bath behind you. You scoot over to give him some room, water swirling about, and when he’s seated, comfortably settle yourself between his legs. His chest is warm against your bare back, and his hands come up to embrace you tight, pulling you against him.

He cups some of the water from the bath, spilling it over your hair before he gathers a few pumps of shampoo in his palm, lathering it up. When his fingers sink into your hair, massaging gently, you let out a happy sigh and curl up against him, boneless. “You’re good at this.”

“Good at what?” His voice is soothing next to your ear, fingernails scratching lightly along your scalp. You let out a soft hum, trying to find the right words. “Well, not just at massaging or washing my hair. You’re good at... well, making me feel loved.”

“I should hope so, considering the fact that I love you very much.” He pulls a lock of wet hair behind your ear. “But thank you for the praise. I’ll keep it close to heart.”

“Lucien?”

“Yes?”

“I really don’t want to get out of this bath.” You tell him sheepishly, and he laughs, leaving a dollop of foam on your nose.

“You’ll get all pruney.” He warns, his arms tightening around you, but you can hear from the smile in his voice that he thinks the same as you do. Lucien’s arms wrap around you, dropping soft, open mouthed kisses along your bare shoulder. “But a short while wouldn’t hurt, I suppose.”

You close your eyes and rest against him again, bare skin to skin.

“I love you, Lu.”

Bare heart to heart.

“I love you too.”

#mlqc #mlqc fanfic #mlqc lucien #mr love lucien #mr love queen's choice #lucien #lucien xu #lucien fanfic

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daisybeewrites · 3 years

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The Best Medecine

word count: 2.7k

warnings: fluffflufffluff

requested? no i just needed to see daisy take care of daniel

ship: dousy/daniel sousa x daisy johnson

PART 2!! idr have an authors note today, just enjoy :)

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Daniel felt like crap.

He had caught Daisy’s cold, and the effects were hitting him harder than a ton of bricks.

Daisy had recovered fairly quickly after he smoothly convinced her to take the proper medicine and rest. They had a great few days where both of them felt alive and normal, not like zombie versions of themselves. Going grocery shopping (avoiding the soup aisle, they already had a freezer full), taking a day trip to hike the Eaton Canyon trail and picnic, testing out a new prosthetic Fitz designed, and pulling an all-nighter to binge-watch Grey’s Anatomy completed the week wonderfully.

Things were going great! Almost too great. Things never go this great in their universe. Which is why neither of them were surprised when Daniel shot up in bed at 4am sneezing, waking Daisy and, she joked, the rest of the street. He tried to go back to sleep, only to wake up with a loud achoo! ten minutes later. Daniel rubbed his forehead, the pressure centered between his eyebrows insisting that he was not going to get any sort of true rest that day.

He told a sleepy Daisy that he felt fine, that he just needed a hot bath. It was probably just the spring allergies, right? Nothing to worry about, Daniel told himself as he swung his leg over the side of the bed, grabbing his crutches and lumbering to the bathroom. He splashed his face with warm then cold water before quickly checking that Daisy was asleep again, her silhouette rising with deep breaths, outlined in diffused blue light from the stars on the ceiling. Maybe he could shake this before it got too bad? Surely, it wouldn’t disrupt his routine too much?

Daniel quietly crutched to the soft couch, grabbing a blanket from the pile on the armchair. The flannel of the blankets and the comfortable give of the couch lulled Daniel into a restless sleep.

Early morning turned to late morning turned to afternoon, Daniel only waking up from tossing and turning when Daisy shook him and offered a sinus pill, which he gulped down with an entire cup of cool water. Three ice cubes shaped like half moons knocked into each other as he tipped the cup back, letting the smooth liquid drown out the scratchiness in his throat.

A glance at the clock alarmed him, mentally calculating how long he slept. He noticed the second quilt that had been laid on top of him, the fleecy textile one Daisy frequently curled up with when she had a bad day. He could faintly smell her coconut and lavender conditioner. It tickled his nose.

“Sweetheart?” Daniel called weakly.

“Mmm?” Daisy hummed.

“I slept for fourteen hours?” Though he asked a question, his tone was almost a statement.

Daisy nodded, slightly smiling. “I think you caught my cold. Maybe cuddling so much wasn’t a good idea.”

Daniel chuckled a little, but stopped when he saw the flicker of worry in her eyes. He reached over to her and grabbed her hand. “I don’t regret any time spent helping you feel better, Daisy.”

She smiled, mirroring his expression. Their eyes both crinkled at the sides, happy gazes taking in the other. Daisy’s eyes still furrowed though, and Daniel cleared his throat, trying to get rid of the frog there before speaking. The action only scratched his throat, a string of coughs interrupting the couple’s staring contest.

“Hey, could you bring me som—” Daniel was cut off by more crackling coughs. Daisy threw him a concerned glance. He could hardly keep his eyes open, hands clammy and forehead burning, body shaking with hacks. He could feel the dip in the cushion as Daisy moved to sit down beside him, resting her hand on his forehead. Her cool skin felt incredible on his. He understood why she liked it so much when he had done the same.

He slowly opened his eyes, ignoring the dry, itchy feeling and opting to focus on Daisy above him. She looked beautiful, like an angel, with airy morning light surrounding her and two messy braids running down her back. She was his angel. His angel was smirking at the way he leaned into her touch.

“These?” she asked, as she held up a small, blue box of tissues. He nodded, swallowing thickly before sitting up and scooting back to lean against the rounded arm of the tan couch. Daisy laughed quietly.

“What?”

She continued giggling, her small laugh growing a little.

“What’s funny?”

Daisy leaned forward and rested a hand on his thigh for balance.

“You’re wearing those pajama pants I got you for Christmas,” she explained. He glanced down, recognizing the tiny planets of their solar system dyed into the plush fabric. “They’re cute on you.”

He smiled, gazing at Daisy. Then he sneezed. Luckily, he picked up a tissue and covered his face in time to not sneeze in Daisy’s face. Daisy leaned back, laughing. Daniel started to, too, a low rumble in his chest diffusing the nerves he had felt. This was the first time Daisy had ever seen him sick. There was that one time in space when he had almost gotten (unintentionally) poisoned by alien coffee, but that was an unpleasant memory he didn’t want to dwell on. Other than that, not a single sniffle had popped up.

Daisy suddenly stood up and slid to the kitchen in sock feet, a large grin on her face.

“Dais, where’re you going?” he wondered out loud.

“The kitchen, duh,” she replied as she slid to the soapstone countertops, grabbing a red and white box out of the counter.

Daniel recognized it as Daisy’s favourite tea, she had bought it on a mission in South Africa and became enamoured with it. Sometimes Daniel would catch her up at odd hours of the night, when she couldn’t sleep, out on the back patio drinking a steaming mug of Rooibos. He knew it was her favourite, and it had slowly become his, too. Lately, they have made a habit out of winding down from long days at work with mugs in their hands, on the couch or in the backyard, red-amber liquid relaxing their minds and limbs. Those were some of his favourite times with Daisy, spent talking and drinking their tea and laughing at reruns of sitcoms.

The sound of hot water trickling into a mug pulled him out of his thoughts. The mug in question was one he had made for Daisy—large and hand painted, artsy flicks of white and yellow and blue serving as reminders of their time in space. That was a modern invention he was particularly fond of (paint your own pottery, not space). It was mesmerizing to watch the colored, chalky paint glide onto the ceramic surface. He often went to this local hole-in-the-wall café that let you paint one of their mugs and bring it home, for an extra charge. Their coffee and ‘old-fashioned southern’ biscuits were delicious.

Daniel stared as Daisy danced around the kitchen, her fishtails swishing and hips swaying. There was no music, just her. She dunked the tea bag in a couple times and let it steep. When the tea was ready, she poured in a squeeze of honey and grabbed a shiny green bottle of cough syrup, carefully walking over to the couch. Daniel gently took the mug from her, using the corner of the blanket as a barrier so as not to burn his hands. Daisy sat on the coffee table across from him, smiling as Daniel took a sip.

“Hot!” he exclaimed.

“I know I am, you don’t have to tell me,” Daisy teased. “Do you want some ice cubes?”

“Jemma would disapprove,” Daniel shot back.

Daisy rolled her eyes and sighed. “Jemma has put up with my odd tea-drinking since 2013. I already made the tea wrong, might as well make it so that you won’t burn yourself trying to drink it.”

Daniel watched Daisy laugh. As ill as he felt, Daisy just being there helped tremendously. The tea soothed his scratchy throat and her laugh sped up his heart. He knew the pink dust on his cheeks couldn’t be attributed to fever alone.

The pair sat in silence for a while as Daniel finished the tea, thankful for the warm beverage. His headache was slightly dissipating, due to the tea or Daisy’s light aura he wasn’t sure. He sat the mug down on the table and leaned up to peck Daisy’s lips. She leaned in a bit putting her hand on his chest to pull away.

“How about that bath?”

“Only if you come, too,” Daniel whispered.

Daisy chuckled. “You, lover boy, are sick. If we keep this up, one of us is always going to be sick. And plus, I need you distracted while I make a surprise!”

Daniel perked up, his slight pout disappearing. “A surprise…?”

“Yes, Danny-boy, a surprise. Which means I can’t tell you, so sit here and I’ll go fill the tub and then you can feel the full effects of that chill pill.”

Daniel leaned towards Daisy, confused. “What chill pill?”

“This chill pill,” Daisy said, leaning forward until her nose almost touched his. Daniel’s head swam with the scent of her silky blonde hair and vanilla lotion. She gently rubbed her hands up and down his arms and over his shoulders. He took a moment to watch the twinkle in her eye, the warmth resonating through him. He felt the tension from staying on the couch all day slowly release, his arms coming to wrap loosely around Daisy’s back in an attempt to keep her there. She shook her head with a grin and sat up, easing off the couch.

Daisy kissed Daniel’s forehead before walking down the hall to the bathroom. Daniel watched her leave, conflicted. Shouldn’t he be able to take care of himself? He had for years, why stop now? It isn’t like he couldn’t fill up the tub, or cook or grab tissues, no matter how light headed he got. Why did she want to help him? ‘Because I love you, you stubborn square!’ Daisy would say. He could practically hear her protest, ‘Just let me take care of you! It won’t hurt!’

If he was honest with himself, that’s all he wanted.

So, he did.

Daisy came back into the living room, the faint sound of water rushing creating a comforting ambience. He didn’t have his leg on, as laying around all day didn’t require it and he was more comfortable without the prosthetic cramming against the back of the couch. He reached back and grabbed the pair of crutches that were leaned against the arm of the sofa. Daisy walked with him back to the bathroom, making sure he didn’t lose his balance due to dizziness from dehydration. Apparently, that was one reason Daisy had felt so horrible after her mission, she had been so busy taking down bad guys that she almost took herself down, too. Even knowing that dehydration isn’t contagious, neither of them wanted him falling into décor à la Daisy.

They reached the bathroom, Daisy running to their room to grab an extra set of sweats for Daniel to put on once he was done.

While she was rummaging through drawers, Daniel carefully undressed and got into the deep tub.

The bath felt incredible. He could smell the lavender from the fancy epsom salt that Daisy had gotten him wafting up from small waves he created. The water was warm, but not so hot that it burned and not so lukewarm that it would go cold in a few minutes.

“Dais, this is first-class,” Daniel called.

Daisy giggled a bit before responding. “First-class?”

“I know you’re poking fun, but thank you. It feels amazing.”

Daisy peeked her head around the corner, nodding.

“I'm glad you like it. Now I'm gonna go fix that surprise. Yell if you need anything, k?”

Daniel nodded and relaxed his head back, muscles slowly easing their tension and his eyes softly closing.

“Oh, shit!!”

Daniel startled, bath water dripping over onto the towels lining the tub. Daisy’s exclamation didn’t seem pained, but he couldn’t help his brow from creasing. He felt fairly rested, he wasn’t sure how long he had been napping in the water. It had gone from pleasantly warm to tepid, he guessed around thirty minutes at the most.

“Dais, everything alright?”

Daisy paused before responding, “Yep! Got it all under control!”

Daniel smiled and shook his head, figuring it was probably time to get out and troop back to the living room, anyway.

He grabbed the grip-bar beside the tub and eased up, sitting on the edge before swinging his good leg around and stepping onto the floor. He grabbed a towel off his hook on the wall and started to dry off. Daisy had set a pair of comfy pants and a shirt on the counter, which he pulled on before grabbing his crutches and making his way to the kitchen. Something smelled… burnt.

He rounded the corner, stopping in his tracks.

“Uh, Dais?”

“It’s burned, I know,” Daisy said, disconcertedly.

“Are you okay?”

Daisy was staring disappointedly at two bowls of seemingly okay soup. She gestured loosely to the sink, Daniel’s eye following.

“Oh, okay, yeah, I see.”

There was a large pot sitting in the sink, filled with greyish water, black bits glued to the bottom.

“I’m sorry. I know cooking isn’t exactly my thing.”

Sousa smiled, running a hand through his wet hair. Daisy’s hands fidgeted, rubbing at her neck.

“Is the soup in the bowls good?”

Daisy looked him up and down, a twinkle of mirth in her eye, like she knew something he didn’t. She shrugged, “The char adds flavour.”

At that, Daniel grinned and stepped forward a little, leaning against the counter next to her. “I’m up for some extra flavour.”

Daisy looked over at him with an odd expression. “Even sick, never fails.”

Daniel responded immediately, “Through sickness and health.”

Daisy’s eyes went wide.

“Relax, I’m kidding. Mostly.”

Daisy’s posture slumped a little as she hit his bicep. “Funny. You’re a funny, funny man.”

He nodded and felt a deep laugh in his chest. “I am very funny, yes.”

Daisy squinted her eyes at him, turning and picking up their bowls of soup to set on the kitchen island. She slid onto one of the backless bar stools that served as seats for when she didn’t feel like being fancy and eating at a table. Sousa took a moment before following, leaning his crutches against the cabinet after sliding onto the stool across from Daisy. He picked up a spoon and tasted the soup, swallowing down a grimace and giving her a thumbs up.

“It's great!” Daniel exclaimed.

Daisy pursed her lips and raised her eyebrows at him, tasting a spoonful. She was not as great at acting as Daniel was, and could barely keep herself from spitting it out.

“Oh, god, that’s awful!” Despite her wry expression, she was giggling as she picked her cell out of her pajama short’s pocket. Daniel eyed her, perplexed as Daisy hit a button in her .

“Yes, hi... Thank you. Can we get six egg rolls, a small veggie fried rice, a plate of crab wontons, and a small shrimp lo-mein?... Yes! Thank you!... Alright, we’ll be there in ten. Have a good evening!” Daniel watched as Daisy hung up, a bright grin slowly spreading across her face.

Daniel mirrored her, smiling wide. “Chinese food?”

“Yep,” Daisy nodded, popping the 'p'.

Daisy slid lithely off the seat, grabbing the bowls of blackened soup and trashing them. She felt bad, throwing away food. She never got rid of food unless she absolutely had to. Old habits die hard.

She turned around and gave Daniel a smile. She noticed that he wasn’t as pale, his face wasn’t as flushed and he wasn’t swaying like his head was full of air. Maybe she had helped more than she thought. They walked out to Daisy’s car, a metallic dark grey crossover with slightly tinted windows. Daisy got in on the drivers side, Daniel climbing into the passenger. She cranked the car and turned up the radio, checking that Daniel was okay. It was a slightly chilly evening, and the windows were rolled down just enough to let the air in.

The evening felt great, the cool air and orange-pink sky refreshing their senses. Daniel’s eyes were soft as he gazed at Daisy. Even though he caught her cold, he had the feeling that Daisy was the best medicine. Lucky him.

Maybe things do go this great in our universe.

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#dousy #sickfic #daisy johnson x daniel sousa #major fluff #daisysous #quakersquares #timequake #fanfic #post-canon #ashby writes #danny-boy #jemma simmons #agents of shield #aos

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megamegaturtle · 3 years

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mon chou, mon chou, mon chou

pairing - draco malfoy/luna lovegood

raitng - m

words - 1,993 (complete)

summary - mon chou:1) A French term of endearment meaning honey or sweetie; literally translates to "my cabbage"2) The time Draco helps Luna steal cabbages from her neighbors

(For the Rare-Pair Judged by the Cover flash comp in the Dumbledore's Armada Discord; Prompt: Crimes and Cabbages; Winner for Host's Favorite)

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Magic thrives in the midnight hours when the world sleeps. Magic is at work, too, when Draco Malfoy knocks on Luna Lovegood’s door. He lingers on her doorstep, nerves fluttering under his skin like both butterflies and bats. Draco longs for fresh air that is not within Wiltshire. He longs for company that sees through him and what he could be rather than his past mistakes and follies.

Draco knocks on the door, the oak firm under his knuckles. The knob twists as if Luna had been waiting on the other side for him. She greets him with the same hospitality she would if she’d provided an invitation.

“I am torn between saying ‘good evening’ or ‘good night’ at this hour,” she muses with a smile. “But, hello, Draco.” Her voice catches between sleeping and awake.

He clears his throat before leaning on her door frame. “Fancy a walkabout, Lovegood?”

She nods and grabs her coat, granting his wish like a creature of the night. Luna leads him down a path only her feet have traveled.

The forest and moon witness them together, standing shoulder to shoulder with all the world’s creatures as their eyes. Down the path they wander, Luna’s hum filling the silence as she carries a basket at her side. They stroll passed a farmhouse before discovering a vegetable patch guarded by Britain’s loneliness scarecrow.

Luna does not fear scarecrows and enters to greet her old friend.

There’s a hum in the garden and a dance in her step as she inspects the perfect cabbage. She kneels in damp soil and unsheathes her blade. She peels back the outer leaves with tenderness, pats the head, and kisses its forehead like a baby.

“One cabbage, two cabbages, where can I find you? Mon chou, mon chou, mon chou,” she sings, off-key, but sweet.

Draco watches from the edge of the cabbage patch, his dragonhide shoes free of any mud. Her footprints lay heavy in the soil, weaving between pumpkin vines and corn stalks, looping around large, midnight-colored aubergines.

The night stills, but watches with bated breath.

The moon swallows Luna, soaking her in silver. She wears the moonbeams like a cape. Bright blue eyes find his across the darkness, and he can see the smile in them. Eyes are windows to the soul, but Luna’s are only labyrinths.

Draco can’t find any scorn or malice in her mazes.

“Cabbages don’t pick themselves, Draco,” she says, her voice drifting across the garden as if she speaks for it. Luna’s voice echoes from all corners and looms in his ears.

The soil squelches under his shoes, the sound reminiscent of spongy bodies and bloody puddles. But Luna beckons again and cares not what he remembers. Draco is at her side in fewer steps than he’d assumed, heart hammering out of sync as she serenades the cabbages.

“Three cabbages, four cabbages, oh how’d I’d like to know you. Mon chou, mon chou, mon chou.”

She saws the cabbage’s stem halfway before she snaps it free and the ringing crack reverberates in the air. She does not look at him as she moves onto the next one. It is a dance, the way she dips into a curtsy, her hand fanning out to her side as if she grabs the skirt of a ballgown. She sinks her knees into the soil again, unbothered by the moisture that sticks the fabric to her skin.

Draco sighs and charms his trousers so they don’t get wet. “Why are we stealing cabbages?”

Luna stops ruffling the leaves and gives him a sidelong glance. “Stealing implies we’re taking something that doesn’t belong to us.”

“Well, yes. The family that lives here might think we’re stealing their vegetables.”

She shrugs and returns to her work. “The fairies that live here said we could take whatever we need. They were here first.”

“And you always listen to fairies?”

“Yes. It’d be stupid to cross a fairy. They know things we don’t know. Wizards? We know just as much as them. More even.”

“Because fairies?”

She gazes at him, her head tilted to the side. “Oh, no, Draco,” she states simply, “it’s because you and I are intelligent.”

Draco nods but says nothing. Dirt packs under his fingernails. A rocky piece of soil pinches his skin. He pulls back the cabbage leaves in search of a head that’s smooth and green.

He watches her out of the corner of his eye as Luna walks further into the garden. She squats with some herbs and takes a sprig of mint. She holds it up to night sky, almost as if it is an offering to the moon who watches from her palace amongst the stars.

Draco isn’t sure when he came to her side again, but he was not called to be. He lowers himself beside her and plucks the herb from her hand, placing the sprig of mint behind her ear like a flower. Luna blinks with surprise, her hand gently touching the leaves as if rose petals.

“Thank you,” she whispers, wearing a faint smile. “This will help me keep cool.”

“Are you feeling warm?”

He tries to rest a hand on her forehead, but Luna jumps up and away, leaving Draco kneeling in the mud alone.

Her gaze is to the sky, her arms overhead as if she’s stretching. “Sometimes, I feel very warm when I’m with you. You take all the coolness when you occlude.”

The stare of the forest weighs heavily on Draco’s shoulders, the expectations haunting him from the shadows.

“All set?” he asks.

Luna fastens the buttons of her coat. “As a bone will ever be.”

The forest’s stare lingers as they walk along to Luna’s cottage. She still wears her spring of mint as if a treasured jewel. Her hum and their footsteps the only noise in the silence.

She invites him inside as if he has always belonged inside her cottage in the dead of night. The moonlight pushes him forward and closes the door as he crosses the threshold. Together, they place their harvest on her modest table. A warm fire crackles in the corner.

They scrub their hands in more silence at her sink. A cauldron bubbles on her counter with a nondescript potion. It smells like springtime and fresh lemon despite that autumn is to be winter next month.

“You have not slept,” Luna says.

“You steal vegetables from your neighbors,” he replies.

“Only wizard neighbors. Fairies gave permission.”

Draco swallows. “Do I—can I—” he says, but then stops.

He closes his eyes and inhales. The warmth of the cottage settles into his bones. Luna taps the counter in a steady rhythm that soothes his heart. He opens his eyes and gives her a deprecating smile.

“What is the unknown?”

Her lips purse together, and she rests a hand on her chin. She does not blink when she answers, the universe wide in her eyes. “The absence of known, but it has its own siren call.”

He laughs. “What does that even mean?”

Her gaze softens. She steps closer. The moonlight filters through her window, and outlines of enchanted wings rest on her back. “It means that I forgive you and I want you,” she says. “It means your unknown is known.”

Draco stops breathing for a second, but then confidence awakens in his chest. “Does that mean I can steal a kiss, mon petite chou?”

She chuckles quietly. “Stealing implies it’s not yours.”

In the moments that don’t add up, Draco crosses the arm’s length between them, kissing Luna on the mouth. She smells of mint and soil, but her touch is fire on his skin as she cups his face. He buries his fingers in her fine hair and their bodies meld together.

“Sleep with me,” she commands, and he obeys.

Like her muddy footprints, their clothes trail them as they make their way to her bed. He trips trying to get out of his trousers, and she is there to catch him with calm yet sturdy arms. They laugh as they fall into bed, her lips peppering his face with kisses. They are only vested in their undergarments.

He settles into the plush comforter, the scent of lavender encompassing them both. She leans over him, her hair a silky curtain that tickles his bare shoulder. Luna traces the soft skin under his eye. “I’m so happy that you’re here.”

He grasps her hand and kisses her palm. “You’re too good for me, Luna.”

“I am only as good as one’s idea of morality. To me, we are both good. I wouldn’t invite you in otherwise.”

Adoration wells in Draco’s chest, and he pushes himself up to kiss Luna again. He takes his time and savors each moment. There is no rush or need for frantic passion as his hands trail down the curve of her spine. He unclasps her bra and relishes in the feeling of her chest against his.

She giggles as he lightly glides his hand across the dip of her waist, but then he tugs her knickers off without a care in the world.

“Perfect,” he whispers with reverence. “Absolutely perfect.”

Luna does not hide her body and preens under the praise. Her fingers trace his forearm as she spreads her legs open. Her arousal perfumes the air.

“Touch me, please.”

In the soft glow from the moon, Draco teases her warm slit. His fingers slide inside her with ease, and there is nowhere more he’d rather be. He kisses her neck as he pumps his fingers inside of her, enjoying the way she moans. Her hand finds her clit, and together they bring her pleasure. She presses hard onto herself, her fingers moving in precise circles she’s traced a thousand times.

Draco matches her pace, the tension in the room mirrored in the locking bones of her body. Luna fucks herself on his fingers, and their hands bump into each other’s. She stops breathing, her back curving off the mattress. She smiles to the moon hiding behind the roof, her free hand intertwined with Draco’s. Her hips jerk, the tension of her body snapping as she rocks into his hand in a slowing descent. Her content sigh as she opens her eyes reminds him of a gentle breeze at the seashore.

With a breathy laugh, she reaches for him and palms his cock through his briefs. “Hi.”

He kisses her chest, sucks on the spot above her heart until he’s left a mark. Her fingers find his hair as he shimmies out of his pants. With a lightness that only comes with hearing Luna’s breath in his ears, Draco allows the warmth to encircle him as he enters her. He feels worthy of this moment, feels that he belongs to the witch beneath him.

Luna crosses her legs behind him and forces him to bottom out inside of her. She giggles as he groans into her neck, her hands gripping his shoulders to draw him closer. He rocks into her slowly, taking his time as the concept disappears. There is only now, only the feeling of Luna under him, meeting him stroke for stroke.

She touches herself again, blunt nails smooth against his cock as he fucks her. She squeezes tight, and Draco wonders if these are how constellations are made. Supposes the stars above come from moments where two people join as one. Her breath hitches again, her back curving. Her nipples skim across his skin.

“Draco,” she whispers, a ghost of a kiss on his shoulder.

Draco holds her tighter, finds her mouth to swallow her moans, steals her breath because she’s given it to him. He comes with her lips cool across his, her tongue soft and saliva sweet as she orgasms. He can feel her heart beating hard as he cuddles into her chest, finding home and purpose where his future has no crime, except for stolen cabbages.

#druna #hp fanfic #draco malfoy #luna lovegood #draco x luna #dmll #drabble #my fic #i'm really happy with this story!#i'm really glad i won host's favorite too!#eeee :D #also #totally old school on the tumblr by posting the whole chapter #I WILL ALWAYS DO THIS LOL #can't get it out of me

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blue-bird-kny · 4 years

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Belated Birthday Special!🥳

Only I would be late to my own birthday special lol, BUT my birthday was yesterday and I planned to post this self-indulgent gift with some of my fav characters for both myself and you all so here it is! Please enjoy this little birthday gift (Even if your birthday is far away)!~Amanda

Warning: This one had a bit of everything; Slight NSFW, tons fluff, and a dash of Angst.

(2.2K+ words)

Muichiro:

Your eyes fluttered open, mind still groggy with sleep while the sun's rays peaked passed the horizon outside. Absentmindedly, your fingers crawled to the opposite side of the bed looking for the warmth of your boyfriend. “What the hell..?” the bed was empty on the other side, the sheets already cold. Your brows furrowed as your bleary eyes scanned the room, there was zero trace of your boyfriend. “Muichiro is never up before me…” you muttered before noticing a small piece of parchment paper torn on his bedside table.

‘I’ll be back later’

A dry laugh escaped your lips, “What else was I expecting?” you groaned “Today will be just like last year” you pushed yourself out of bed dreading the rest of the day.

The day dragged on without a word from your boyfriend. Every once in a while you’d receive a merry “Happy Birthday” from your friends. You appreciated it, but every time you heard those two words your chest tightened a bit more. “He’s forgotten every year so get over it!” you reminded yourself. Three birthdays have passed since you started dating Muichiro and each year was the same. Every year you grew more hopeful, sure that that was going to be the year things would change, but to know avail.

“I’m home” you called as you kicked off your shoes. Off in another room, you could hear the sound of someone frantically moving objects. “Muichiro?” you warily called, inching closer to the noise while gripping the hilt of your blade. Your breath hitched and your eyes welled with tears, “Oh Muichrio”

Muichiro stood awkwardly with his long tresses tied back in a loose bun (a look you adored), clutching a bouquet of daffodils. “Here” he thrust the flowers into your trembling fingers. Suddenly, you wrapped him in a tight embrace. You spent some time tucked into each other, Muichiro rubbing soothing circles into your back. “I thought you forgot” you cried pulling away, you couldn’t help but play with the strands of hair that weren’t pulled back. He smiled guiltily, “I didn’t say anything since I wanted it to be a surprise”

Truthfully, Muichiro felt awful about always forgetting your special day. Once the seasons changed, he reminded himself everyday of your birthday, a constant countdown he never allowed himself to ignore or forget. He was scared; he didn’t want you to give up on him, but it wasn’t fair that you always had to be the one waiting to see if he remembered something important.

“This is also for you” Muichiro looked away bashfully, handing over a gold box. Carefully, you opened the lid “It’s gorgeous” you marveled, delicately tracing the unique pattern of the sapphire stones. “I’m sorry if I ruined our day by ignoring you, I wanted to make sure I had everything to make things perfect” he faced the floor while he spoke. You brought his face towards your, hovering just by his lips. “Muichiro you could never ruin today, you only make things better” you passionately kissed his smooth lips, ingraining this moment to memory.

Muichiro isn’t perfect, but there isn’t a single other person you’d want to spend the rest of your life with.

Rengoku:

You sprung out of bed before the sun even breathed its first breath of the day, beaming as you stretched the grogginess away. The snores of your spirited boyfriend rumbled beside you, his slumped form invading the space you once occupied. It took everything in your power to not laugh at Rengoku’s overgrown form sprawled out, his limbs bent in directions that could not possibly be comfortable.

You spent the early hours quietly finishing the house chores; Rengoku had been so busy lately that you’d feel awful waking him up even if it was your birthday. All you wanted was to spend the day alone with your beloved, making up for all the conversations, hugs, and kisses you two had missed with his busy schedule. Just as you finished washing last night's dishes, a pair of muscular arms coiled around your waist, his face buried into the crook of your neck. “Princess why are you up so early?” god his morning voice would be the death of you, “Figured I’d let you sleep a little” you whispered.

Rengoku hummed, the vibration of his voice shaking you to your core. His unruly bedhead tickled your skin as he trailed his nose along the length of your neck, his plush lips ghosting over your skin “Rengoku we haven't even had breakfast” your voice was unsteady, warmth already spreading throughout your body at his small ministrations. “I can think of something I wanna eat” he teased, nipping at your earlobe with just enough pressure to have you holding your breath.

Your body was flipped against the counter, Rengoku wasted no time spreading your legs to nuzzle his thick thigh between them. His eyes were wild, fully aware of the effect he was having on you, it only fueled his lust. “Princess it's your day, let me show you how much I love you” he ground your clothed mound against his thigh, just brushing that special spot inside you. You mewled lightly, your body tensing at the sensation. “Bed or couch?” you asked breathlessly. His chuckled deep, a devilish smirk matching the glint in his eyes as he reached for the hem of your shirt

“Why not both? Beside, I thought we could start right here”

Inosuke:

“Why is Y/n out with that tall freak again?” Inosuke grumbled for the third time, pouting childishly on the floor with his arms crossed. “It’s Y/n’s birthday and we are throwing a surprise party” Tanjiro reminded, carrying the cake he had learned to bake from his mother, “Don’t be rude to Uzui-san either, we had to beg him to take Y/n with him on his mission so that we could do all this”.

You’d been gone since yesterday morning and the idea that you’d spent the night near another man made Inosuke’s skin crawl. Clingy wasn’t exactly what you’d call Inosuke, but possessive? When that switch was flipped he became full of jealousy. “Maybe Y/n-chan spent the night wrapped in his huge arms, I’m sure she’d like that for her birthday” Zenistu taunted Inosuke as he put up decorations. “Shut it, Achoo!” Inosuke pelted a rock, hitting the poor boy square in the forehead. “That's not even close to my name” Zenitsu cried, rubbing the sore spot on his face that was sure to swell.

Truthfully Inosuke didn’t know how to handle your birthday; he’s never celebrated one of his own so he was super misinformed on the whole situation. Tanjiro had to explain it to him and still he didn’t know what gift to get you or how to act.

Night had already fallen when you returned home, you stood outside thanking the Hashira, still unaware of the party waiting inside, “Thank you Uzui-san for asking me to come with you, I learned a lot”. Uzui grinned while picking you up high off the ground in a bone crushing hug, “Don’t worry about it Y/n! Your a dear to have around, I’d have to ask you to come along again soon” “I’d be more than welcome to it”

Inosuke, who had refused to go inside with the others for your ‘protection’, jumped at the familiar sound of your voice-- he’d never say it aloud but he missed you. He froze when he spotted you being held by Uzui, fury bubbling up from his stomach. He marched over with his fist clenched, “Oi!” he shouted. You didn’t even notice Inosuke’s hostility as you detach yourself from the big man, jumping straight into Inosuke. Uzui held a knowing smirk, “Don’t worry little piggy, I return her safe and sound” Inosuke narrowed his eyes as he held you to his side. Uzui turned to leave waving his hand as a farewell, “Happy Birthday Y/n!” “Thanks?” you never mentioned it was your birthday.

“Come on Inosuke, let's go inside!” you pulled the stubborn boy along, throwing the door open only to be met with a rowdy group yelling “Surprise!”

The party was phenomenal, the room was filled with so much joy and laugher, something you all desperately needed. Your smile refused to fall from your cheeks, even as you lay in bed “Today was really great” you reminisced, talking to the back that was facing away from you. Inosuke couldn’t shake the image of you with Uzui, damn Zenitsu for opening his stupid mouth. Inosuke turned to face you finally, your eyes drooping from sleep already. Inosuke made a rash decision as he stared at your adorable face, gathering you in his bare arms. “Oh!” you yelped in surprise, Inosuke wasn’t really one to initiate cuddles but you weren’t complaining.

“You’re really comfortable” you breathed into his chest, his natural scent filling your senses. “My arms are a hell of a lot better than those giants” you paused, finally understanding what was going on. “Uzui is a great friend and mentor, but I don’t love anyone more than you. I never could” Inosuke clung onto every whisper of a word, holding you tighter as the seconds passed. You sat up and placed a small peck on the tip on his nose, scooching right back into his warm hold. “Good night Inosuke” you cooed, closing your eyes.

“Happy birthday Y/n”

Shinobu: (Ugh she needs more love)

Believe it or not, Shinobu was big on birthdays, especially yours. She remembers how she loved to celebrate with her sister and the other girls at the Estate, so she wanted the day to go as smoothly as possible. She planned a wonderful picnic in the garden and had even prepared the food for the special occasion.

“I’m ready!” you called gleefully, showing off your gorgeous new lavender sundress Shinobu had gifted you. “I knew purple was your color” Shinobu complimented, admiring the way the dress showed off your curves. “Let’s get going, I’d hate for the day to be a waste. I cleared my schedule just for you, you know” She teased, her hand caressing your flushed cheeks--Oh how she loved that look.

You walked hand in hand, Shinobu carrying the basket of goods while you excitedly rambled on about whatever came to mind. You two barely made it past the Estate gates when a group of medics holding stretchers of wounded soldiers came rushing toward you. Your smile faded as Shinobu’s hand left yours, already giving order to the medics, following them inside. “Shinobu?” you called quietly, “They need my help but I promise this won't be long” she smiled apologetically.

It couldn’t be helped; they needed her more than your silly lunch date did, but who had you forsaken that it had to happen on your birthday of all days. Shoulders slouched, you carried the abandoned basket off the ground, “I’ll just wait in her office, she promised” you wishfully thought.

You bitterly stabbed the fruit in your bowl, the fruit that was meant for your date, and shoved into your mouth. The sun was beginning to set and you still hadn't seen your girlfriend, you’d passed the time by eating the snacks one by one; alone. The commotion of working medics hasn't ceased for hours and slowly you’d lost complete hope of a more exciting day. Your back was beginning to ach from the stiff chair, yet you still waited patiently. Shinobu’s office was filled with piles of paper and books, so there was nothing left to do but stare out the window and eat.

The sound of the door sliding open pulled you from your thoughts, “Awww you didn’t leave me any food?” Shinobu greeted jokingly, sensing your frustration a mile away. You stabbed another piece of fruit, aggressively eating away at the sweet food. “I know you're upset, but I really didn’t mean for this to happen” she defended, feeling miserable about the whole ordeal. You softened, it really wasn’t Shinobu’s fault. “Sorry” you mumbled, staring at the roof. You didn’t bother looking down at the sound of her feet shuffling towards you.

You weren’t expecting to feel Shinobu’s full weight on your lap as she straddled your hips, her hand grasping your chin, pulling you down to face her. “I’m sorry I ruined your birthday, Beautiful,” she soothed, one hand combing through you hair while the other played with your bottom lip, “Please let me make it up to you” her sultry voice rung through your ears, her pink lips making their way across your jawline and down to that spot Shinobu lives to exploit. “Mmmmm” you whined loudly as she started sucking and lapping, working the tender skin till a reddish bruise formed.

The hand embedded in your hair pulled slightly, making sure to run her long nails against your scalp at each tug, eliciting another loud moan from your parted lips. “Shhhh Beautiful, if you're too loud I’ll make you wait till we get to the room later. I can only be so giving”. You knew better than that-then to believe that this would end once you two walked out of those office doors. As if reading your thoughts, Shinobu slid herself down your thighs and onto the floor, never ceasing to make eye contact, “I’ll work you for all you’ve got while we’re here” you bit your lip impatiently as you watched her pull your legs apart by your knees.

Shinobu definitely kept this promise, and gifted you with even more once you two made it the room.

Masterlist

Shinobu may have been a tad OOC but idc, she deserves all the love she wants and I’m willing to give it to her. I hope you all enjoyed it, thank you and stay safe~Amanda

#happy birthday to me #Kny #kny x reader #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #shinobu x reader #inosuke x reader #rengoku x reader #muichiro x reader

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tsukaramachi · 4 years

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Dream come true (Yandere!Vincent x gender neutral reader)

(Note: A little bit of context to this is that my oc Vincent isn’t human. He’s a playmate which are magic stuffed animals that can take different human forms that suite their owner’s interests. They’re usually given as gifts to those who are well loved by special toy makers. This is kind of how I feel a bad ending would be for him and his owner :o)

Happily humming to himself, Vincent walks down the dim hallway to your room. The sweet yet eerie tune filling the silent home. He takes a key out from his pocket and places it into the locked door. A soft click comes out and the door groans as he steps inside the dreary room. Everything is placed where it belongs. Books on the shelves, clothes folded and snug in the drawer, and the sheets on the bed fixed in place. But besides that, the rest of the room feels empty. Your other personal possessions had been stored away in boxes long ago.

The family photos and posters from series that you loved that were once hung up on the walls are now replaced by just photos of you and him. The windows now sealed off from the outside world. Gifts from your friends collected over the years now placed in the storage out of sight. But the mountain of stuffed animals that Vincent made for you stayed.

"(Y/N)? How are you today, my dear?" Vincent asks as he sits down at the side of your bed.

Raising a hand up to caress your face, he gives you a smile. It's the same as all the ones before but for some reason it feels off to you. On the outside it's the same charming smile that greeted you everyday, but for the past few months his pleasant smiles now feel a bit off.

"I'm doing okay... How was your day?" you reply as you sit up from your pillows. You feel a bit sluggish but try to sit up straight.

Everyday you've been staying inside your room. Ever since your family and friends randomly cut off any contact with you months ago. You've always stay home.

He scoots closer towards you and lays his head on top of your lap. You begin to brush your hands gently through his bangs, "This week's meetings are boring but everything without you is boring." he says as he leans into your touch.

Everyday Vincent cares for your every need and you no longer even need to leave the house. He's been able to provide for all of your needs and since he's not human. All of the money he earns goes towards your care. Your home, food, bills, and even the internet too are covered by him. Ever since he started to work with that Amir guy, the two of you have been well off.

Abruptly sitting up, Vincent hugs you. The sudden gesture almost makes you fall back but you're able to stay up. Pulling away from you, Vincent smiles as he gets a good look at at you. His eyebrows furrow and a slight blush dusts his cheeks as he admires you.

"Oh my dear (Y/N)..." resting his head into the crook of your neck, he takes in your scent of the lavender shampoo that he recently bought you.

The two of you stay like that for a while but after thirty minutes or so. Your stomach grumbles out asking for food. With a small chuckle from Vincent, he takes your hand and leads you off from your plush bed and into the dining room. As he sets you down at the dining table, he politely pushes in your chair and heads off into the kitchen humming the tune from before.

You quietly wait as Vincent prepares dinner. Looking around your home, framed photos of you and Vincent are placed everywhere. Some of them are recent but most of them are from before. There's even a couple where it's just you because Vincent thinks it's not good to have any reminders to hurt you any more. So he took all of your old family photos and took you out from each one. He even went through the photos you took with your friends and blocked them out with ink leaving only you and the scenery in the back untouched.

At first you thought these actions were uncalled for but slowly over time you forgot about those days. Whenever you were sad, the person that was there for you always more than anyone else was Vincent. The person that comforted you was always him. The person to come searching for you was only him. You trust Vincent for he's the one that knows you best. Being a gift to you since the day you were born, the two of you have always together.

You hear Vincent call your name from the kitchen and you head over to help him.

After dinner, Vincent prepared you a bath and now you're back in your room. As the hair dryer's warm air blows against your hair, you can hear Vincent hum happily to himself. Looking at your reflection, you take note of how different you've looked. Since you're being cared for by Vincent everyday, your complexion is clean and clear. It's as if you're like a living doll.

As Vincent finishes brushing your hair, you feel his arms snake around your waist as he gently takes a hold of you. You hear him take a deep breath in, and a second later he breathes out.

"It's almost like a dream..." Vincent quietly says and he stays in place.

You turn you head to try and look at him behind your shoulder, "A dream?" you ask him.

He hums in response. Pulling back, he smiles happily at you. "I've always thought that it was wrong of me to have these feelings for you... but now I'm able be always by your side, always and forever." taking your hand, he plants a couple light kisses against it before making your hand hold his cheek.

"Everyday I worried about the fleeting time we have together. The thought of not being by your side makes me anxious but the very concept of you one day disappearing from this world." he bites his bottom lip before continuing.

"I couldn't accept that..." Vincent's melancholic eyes look down at the floor, but they soon close as a cheery smile quickly takes over. Leaning forward, Vincent embraces you as he brushes his hands through your soft strands.

"But now, now we can be together forever! Amir understands how I feel and his plans will soon fall into place. We're this close to figuring out how you can become like me. You'll no longer be bound by your flesh and blood waiting to one day wither and decay. We'll be able to be together for as long as we want!" he says as he squeezes you tighter.

"It's almost like a dream come true..."

You rest your head against his shoulder and drowsiness takes over you. The lids of your eyes feel heavy as they close shut. Your grip around Vincent loosens as your sleepiness takes over. Hearing your breathe out gentle breathes, Vincent sighs happily as he rubs circles against your back soothing your sleeping form.

Vincent puts his arms underneath you, "Now then, upsy daisy." he lifts you up bridal style and takes a second to look at you lovingly. Walking over to your bed, he lays you down and grabs a plush blanket at the edge of the bed. Casting it over your form, he tucks it in to make sure you won't be cold.

Taking a seat at the edge of the bed, Vincent watches as you gently breathe in and out. Under his breath, Vincent mumbles to himself.

"It's almost like a dream come true... but it hasn't become reality just yet. Not until I find a way to keep you by my side forever. Though, I have high hopes that will soon be granted thanks to his help, sweet dreams my love." leaning over you, he plants a kiss on your lips and pulls back. Looking up over to the home camera in the corner of your room, he takes out his phone and checks the feed to see if it's working. Waving his hand at the device, he can see the same action repeated on the phone's screen.

A content smile spreads across his face. Taking a plush rabbit out from your pile of stuffed animals he made especially for you, he takes off the red ribbon wrapped around the white rabbit's neck. On the back, a small switch is exposed and he flicks it. Setting the stuffed friend next to you, he looks down at his phone to see your sleeping face. He hums approvingly and walks over to the door, flicking off the lights to your room and heading out. The door softly locks shut.

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faeriecxrcle · 4 years

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Believer [Michael Langdon x Reader] Part 8/?

Reader is Madelyn’s granddaughter and meets Michael outside the satanic congregation.

warnings: graphic violence, vomiting

“Sleep well?” Michael’s hand stroking your arm gently as you squint up at him through sleepy eyes, memories of what you did hours ago staining your mind.

“Yeah,” mouth dry, and you lick your lips, “thank you.”

Silently you thank Satan that your hand removed itself from your panties in your sleep. You can only pray Michael can’t smell the stench of debauchery in the room.

“Madelyn sent me up here to tell you to start getting ready for church,” looking your body up and down.

Feeling slightly dazed, and still half asleep, you sit up slightly, “Oh, what time is it?” squirming in discomfort as you feel your still wet panties cling to you.

“Almost four. Do you want me to run you a bath?” He cups your chin, and you can feel a blush beginning to rise.

You nod wordlessly into his hand, guilt eating away at you.

“Okay,” and he stands, pulling his hand away, and already you miss his touch.

He’s about to leave the room when you can finally manage to get something out of your mouth, “Thank you!” It sounds forced, but you mean it.

It makes him pause his movements, turning back to you with a mischievous smile, “No need to thank me,” and he’s gone, closing the door behind him.

You collapse back onto the bed with a groan, rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand. He must know.

Fuck, you were so screwed.

Quickly you throw the bedsheets off you and stand, trying to find something to put over your damp underwear.

You must admit, a bath did sound like heaven now.

Under the bed you find the pair of shorts you wore yesterday, frantically pulling them on before he returns. Just as they cover your behind, the door opens, and you turn startled, finding Michael looking at you with wide eyes.

“Sorry, um, the bath is ready,” he murmurs, running a hand through his hair sheepishly, a towel tucked under his arm.

“It’s okay,” you smile, following him to the bathroom. You walk in to a mountain of bubbles in the bath, and a sweet lavender scent; the effort he’s put in warms your heart.

“Thank you,” you breathe, overwhelmed by his kindness.

He puts the towel onto the rack, and turns to you, hands clenching at his sides.

There’s a moment of silence, both of you just looking at each other; his stare is intense and fiery, and you feel he could devour you at any moment.

You’re the first to look away.

“Could I have some privacy please?” feeling your body turning in to itself, arms wrapping around you, suddenly self conscious.

“Can I wash your hair?” He suddenly blurts out.

Now that’s caught you off guard.

“What?”

He looks at you with those puppy dog eyes, rendering you completely defenceless to any argument you could even begin to muster up, “Please?”

With sigh you speak, “Turn around,” an order, not a request.

He does so, and quickly you undress, eyes on him the entire time to make sure he’s not sneaking a peak. Deliberately you drop your vest on top of your panties, hiding them from his sight.

It’s strange being on the other side of things, you can’t help but wonder how he felt when you bathed him. He hadn’t seemed self conscious at all, revealing his body to you with no care. You wished sometimes that you could be like that.

You step into the bath, the water hot and steaming, and you know this will do wonders to your still aching muscles. Glancing to Michael you find he hasn’t turned back around yet, allowing you time to arrange the bubbles so you’re adequately covered.

When you deem it satisfactory you cross your arms across your chest, hiding your breasts from view, “You can look now,” you murmur, watching the water swirl from your movements.

His approach is light and slow, as if he’s afraid you’ll dart away like a startled deer, and he kneels beside the bathtub, placing the jug in his hand on the floor beside him.

Those blue eyes linger on the bare skin of your shoulder, his hand reaching out to tuck your hair behind your ear. His touch is gentle, and like a magnet you lean into it instinctively.

He lets out a shudder of a sigh, thumb stroking your cheek, before pulling away and rolling up his sleeves.

You can’t help but smile, the nerves within receding, “So,” you pause, looking to him, “what’s the reason for this?”

You don’t think you’ll ever get used to the intensity of his gaze, or the warm feeling that settles in your stomach at it.

“I’m returning the favour,” his voice soft and soothing, reaching out again to push the rest of your hair away from your face.

“You didn’t have to,” eyes drawn down to his plush lips.

“No, I didn’t, but I wanted to,” the hand in your hair moving down to your shoulder.

It tickles, a little squeak emitting from your mouth, and he looks at you with wide eyes. No doubt he will revisit this in the future, you muse.

He pulls his hand away, picking up the jug beside him, and with the curl of his free hand, the taps turn back on. It catches you off guard, your breath catching; you don’t think you’ve ever witnessed his magic before.

There’s a smile on his face when you look at him, and for a moment you worry he can hear your thoughts. He doesn’t say anything, turning the taps off with another flick, and he’s expectantly looking at you.

You tilt your head back, arms still covering your chest, and he leans over towards you, gently pouring the water over your scalp, running down the naked skin of your back. You can’t help but shiver at the sensation.

Once he’s satisfied he places the jug back down, looking to you then to the bottles beside you.

“The blue one should be fine,” you murmur, nodding towards it.

He grabs it, emptying the shampoo into his palm, and rubbing it between his hands in preparation. Quickly he gets to work, massaging it into your hair, albeit very lightly, as if he’s afraid he’ll hurt you, “You can go harder,” you murmur, and you’re sure you hear his breath hitch, hands breaking their rhythm.

Soon he’s pressing his fingertips firmer into you, thoroughly working the shampoo in, leaving tingles running through your scalp. You have to bite your lip to hold back any moans that could slip through.

He does this for a good while, your entire body relaxing into his touch, so much so, you almost jump in the air when he begins washing it out.

You feel your cheeks heat up at his soft laugh, and you almost flick some water at him, embarrassment coursing through you.

Michael seems to take his time with you, the conditioner being ran through your hair, the way he washes it out thoroughly, making sure every trace of it has been removed.

Once complete he stands, clearing his throat, eyes shyly looking away from you, “I’ll leave you to enjoy your bath,” he murmurs.

You nod wordlessly licking your lips, wishing you could think of an excuse for him stay, but it’s locked in your throat, unable to break free.

******

Softly your feet carry you to your bedroom, hair damp, towel wrapped around your body tightly. You find Michael sitting on the bed, the hairdryer beside him...waiting for you. His eyes light up when he sees you, and you can’t help but hold the towel even more tightly around yourself, suddenly self conscious.

He stands, “I thought I could dry your hair too,” rubbing the back of his neck, a look of unsureness on his face.

“Yeah, sure,” voice soft, as you seat yourself where he was on the bed, looking up at him expectantly.

Rolling his sleeves back up he grabs the hairdryer and turns it on, the noise drowning everything out around you. You decide to close your eyes, feeling his fingers brush through your locks carefully, the hot air drying them. It’s as soothing as when he washed it, if not moreso. Your eyes open every now and then to glance up at him, to find his tongue poking out the side of his lips slightly, concentration clear in his face as he untangles a knot carefully.

Adorable.

Once he deems it dry enough he begins brushing through your hair carefully, working from the bottom up, until the bristles run through cleanly.

“Madelyn got you something to wear tonight,” his voice breaking the silence between the two of you.

You can’t help but cringe slightly at the thought, your fashion tastes differ to the extreme at times, “Oh?”

“I helped her choose,” humour in his eyes, he must’ve heard the dubious tone in your voice.

“Oh?” Your interest piqued, watching as he puts away the hairdryer.

He raises an eyebrow at that, a smirk on his face, “I’ll bring it up,” he leaves the room quickly, not giving you a chance to even reply.

As you wait you fiddle with your towel, squirming in anticipation; you’re not gonna lie, you’re eager to know what Michael has chosen for you.

You hear his footsteps in the distance returning to you, and he enters, a fancy looking bag in his hand, the dress clearly in a box as well.

“That looks expensive,” glancing at the bag; whilst you did like expensive things from time to time, the thought of your Gran, or Michael, spending that much money on you still made you uncomfortable.

He smiles at your words, “Funnily enough, Madelyn disagreed,” and he takes the box out of the bag, placing it on the bed beside you, “Go on,” he gestures.

Precariously you open it, placing the lid down, and you rifle through the crisp acid free tissue paper, revealing a deep black fabric, soft to touch. You lift it out carefully, the dress parting open in a gentle tumble; it’s a simple dress, very elegant with sharp lines and your breath hitches at the sight of it.

“You want me to wear this tonight?” you murmur in awe.

His voice is deep in his reply, “Yes, I do,” and you turn to look at him to see his eyes are dark and intense.

You lick your lips, looking back at him just as intensely, “I’m going to get dressed now,” and you move to stand. A hand latches onto your wrist and you inhale deeply, the heat of his palm emanating through your skin.

“Wear it with the heels...from last night,” and then he releases you, leaving the room, and closing the door behind.

******

You take careful steps down the stairs as you join Michael and your grandmother at the bottom of them, the heels clicking on the wooden floor. It alerts them of your presence and you shyly look down as Michael gazes at you, completely transfixed, and your grandmother’s words snap him out of it, “We must hurry, the black mass is starting very soon.”

A rumble of thunder is heard above and you glance up at the noise, “We better take some umbrella’s...” you murmur softly.

Michael reaches over and takes your hand as you climb down from the last step, and he hands you a red cape, similar to what he and Madelyn are wearing, though his is black. You throw it over your shoulders and bring the hood up to protect your styled hair, giving him a small smile once you’re ready, your stomach fluttering with nerves on what the night brings.

******

The heavens are raining down as you all enter the building, the umbrella’s soaked completely; they’re quickly discarded to the floor whilst being rushed along by Madelyn. Michael is beside you, holding onto your hand, which he releases once he enters the church, a black mass clearly about to take place for someone else.

That is, until your grandmother speaks out, “Wait!” She shouts ahead of you both. You stand back and watch the scene take place. You’d never actually witnessed a black mass before and your eyes immediately are drawn to the two, barely clothed people at the centre of the stage.

Your stomach sinks as you realise it’s really going to happen...these two souls won’t make it out of here alive tonight.

“This honour, belongs to someone else,” Madelyn speaks quickly, clutching onto her cape.

You turn to look at Michael, and you grab onto his cape, “Michael I don’t think you should do this...” you breathe, panic settling in as the voices of your grandmother and the high priestess become muffled.

“I have to...” Michael frowns a little at you, “I’m sorry.”

The blonde takes your hand and pulls it away from his cape as he moves to stand beside Madelyn, “His name is Michael...he’s...new here,” she gestures towards him.

Michael looks quite nervous you notice, his stance rigid, shoulders tense as all eyes are on him.

The high priestess looks unimpressed,“Well, even if he’s willing to sell his soul, why should he go before-?”

She’s quickly interrupted by your grandmother, “Michael doesn’t need to sell his soul,” she states to the room, and Michael begins walking up through the aisle. You notice how everyone is captivated by him, his confidence now growing, how he takes control of the room, seemingly with no effort.

“The end-times are upon us,” Madelyn gestures to Michael, who turns and tucks his hair back, revealing his scar behind his ear, signifying his true nature.

You lick your lips nervously as the lights flicker through the room, thunder crashing above.

“The Mark of the Beast,” the high priestess announces to the congregation, “Is it possible that...you’re the one?”

Michael takes a deep breath, “I am,” his voice almost...solemn.

Everyone bows down to him, “Hail Satan” echoing through the room. You’re the only one still standing and Michael looks back at you momentarily as the knife is passed from the other man to him.

He takes it slowly, testing its grip in his hand, and like a cat, he prowls to his prey. Michael removes their blindfolds, and you look down, unable to handle their terrified eyes as they frantically search around the room for their last bid of hope.

Mentally you beg Michael to stop, to reconsider, that he doesn’t need to do this, and you feel a brush of his energy against yours, making you glance back up. He seems to have paused for a moment, looking at you as if he’s reconsidering. But the moment passes and he gathers the two people in his arm and slices their throats in one quick, easy movement, blood spurting and running down their chests.

You turn and run out the room as you hear them applaud behind you, bile rising up from your stomach. Luckily you manage to get to the toilets in time and you keep throwing up until nothing else can come up anymore. Your body is shaking in the aftermath, tears running down your cheeks with the strain of your stomach and what you had just seen.

“Fuck...”

******

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dear-trashpanda · 5 years

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Healthy Coping, PT. 1 – Sensory Hypersensitivity

So, I decided to make a series that focuses on different issues that give me a hard time, and I'll give you a detailed account on the techniques, tools and distractions I use to get through the tough times.

I'm planning to go through the following subjects:

Sensory hypersensitivity

Depression

Sleeping problems

Eating problems

Anxiety in various situations

Communication + Social troubles

DID related issues

These are the ones I could think of now, but there might be more coming, if there is something I forgot.

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Part 1: Sensory Hypersensitivity

I have a lot of sensitivities, and while some of them are relatively easy to ignore, others make my life quite difficult/unpleasant. Since I grew up undiagnosed, and thus having to "pass for normal", I built myself a plethora of useful little tricks to survive when the world gets too much. Here they are, I hope you can find some that might help you!

Tactile toys: I have a ridiculously large array of toys I can interact with by touching them. I use clay, slimes, squishes and just different objects I like the texture of. I collect these small items and I keep them at strategic places so I can always have one at hand. How I use them: whenever I feel overwhelmed or just need to self-soothe, I find the texture my hands are craving at the moment and I squeeze/rub/hold them, I close my eyes and focus all my attention on the object I'm holding and the feeling it gives my fingers. This is working great for me because the feeling distracts me from the source of my distress, and the rhythmical movement helps me discharge the tension built up by the distressing situation. My favourite one: I have a little narwhal that has a slow-rising quishy inside covered in a super soft plush surface material. It's the perfect sensory toy for me because it's small, so I can have it with me when I'm out and about, it's pleasant to the touch, and I can give this guy a hard squeeze when I'm anxious, and bask in the joy of it slowly rising back to its original shape.

Noise cancelling headphones/true wireless earbuds: a friend of mine gave me a pair of great active noise cancelling headphones and it turned out to be a life-saver. Sometimes I don't even listen to music, I just have them on to block out the outside world. The only downside of those is that they are huge and bulky, so sneaking around with them is not an option. That's why I got myself a pair of true wireless earbuds. While these don't have ANC, their shape and snug fit makes for a great noise cancelling effect, and they are tiny, so I can have them discreetly on when I'm in a situation I have to get rid of the sounds around me (just the noise level of a store can easily overwhelm me), but it would be considered rude to be wearing headphones, or I can't have them with me for some other reason. They are also practical from a size point of view, since I can have them and their little charging pod in my pockets at all times. How I use them: I usually wear the headphones at home and the earbuds when I'm out and about. I also use a single earbud for sleeping, if I can't listen to my sleep sounds out loud. They are great for music, nature sounds or podcasts, and I can listen on them at a high volume as well, because they don't leak sound, so I'm not disturbing others with them. My favourite one: it's hard to tell, but I tend to use the earbuds more often, because wearing headphones gives me a headache after a while (because it's squeezing on my head), so the earbuds are more practical in that sense, although they can't live up to the sound quality of the headphones, so those are definitely better for music.

Fairy lights: Christmas lights are not just for Christmas! One of my favourite methods of creating soft ambient lighting is hanging garlands of fairy lights on my ceiling. One by one these little bulbs aren't intense enough to bother my eyes, but together they actually provide enough light that you can do basically anything by them. How I use them: I actually hooked them up to a switch socket (dunno if it's universal, but in Scandinavia most electrical outlets come with a safety switch, so you can turn off the power when you're not using them), and I just use them instead of a ceiling lamp. I like the warm white coloured ones the most, but it's entirely up to you and your preferences. My favourite one: I have a chain of fake light bulbs with little LED fairy lights inside them, they look absolutely adorable!

Scented items: smelling things is one of my favourite ways to decompress. Not only do smells bring back the strongest/most vivid memories, they are also the perfect reinforcement of pleasant/calming fantasies. I have scented candles, little pillows filled with lavender, different essential oils and perfumes I use in different situations. How I use them: I like to create positive triggers with smells. For example, if I know I'm going to be relaxing in my room, I spray a bit of my favourite scented humidifier in the air, so the room has a distinct smell while I'm doing the comfy/relaxing thing there, and every time I can no longer smell it, I add another puff. I do this consistently every time I am doing the relax routine, so after a while, a link is formed between the smell and the relaxed mood. Once the link is in place, I can use it as a positive trigger to put myself in a relaxed state just by smelling the same smell. My favourite one: lavenders for relaxing and my citrus body spray for a refreshed, happy mood.

"Easy foods": sometimes the reason I cannot eat is because the intensity/complexity of most foods' taste is overwhelming. For these occasions I've tested out some easy foods that I can still eat even when nothing else goes down. They are usually quite bland, but that's kind of the point... How I use them: If I realise I can't eat other food because of its intensity, I mentally go through the list of the simple tastes, trying to imagine myself eating them and hopefully I find one that would work. If I don't, I just drink some water, and then periodically repeat the exercise until I'm hungry enough so I can make myself eat something simple. My favourite one: rice fried with eggs and veggies. Rice and eggs, it doesn't get much simpler than that. It's warm, it's filling, and if you throw some veggies in there, it's also quite healthy. A little salt and pepper, and it's the perfect simple food.

Bonus round – clothing and shoes: if you are anything like me, you might know the total pain of being distracted the whole day because your shoes are a bit too tight or the fabric of your only clean shirt is rubbing painfully on your skin. I grew up thinking that the world was just a mildly, but constantly unpleasant place, and I was already a grown-up when I learnt that shoes and clothes don't have to hurt. Today, I shop with my fingertips, and I only wear stuff I'm actually comfortable in. I've learnt that I'm not obligated to "look good" for society's sake, and built my wardrobe around comfort and practicality. Important things to consider when you're buying new clothes/shoes: Make sure your skin agrees with the fabric, and don't buy stuff that looks good but drives you crazy with its texture. When buying shoes, remember, they have to be comfy in the store. The whole "you have to break them in" thing is bullshit, if they hurt in the store, they'll always hurt, and you don't want to put up with (potentially permanent) foot/leg/back pain for a pair of good-looking shoes.

I hope some of these tips will work for you and make your life easier. Feel free to add your own sensory relief techniques below!

~TP

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langdvnshepherd · 5 years

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Can you do a fic about what happened when Duncan and y/n’s first child was born?

Word Count: 1k

A/N: I’ve got two headcanon posts and a few blurbs/drabbles about Duncan as a dad, but here’s a cute little glimpse into the first few days of Duncan being a parent! Credit to the gif owner.

You had only been home from the hospital for three days, yet it felt like a century. In the 72 hours you’d spent so far back at home, you’d probably only slept for about four, as newborns are in constant need of attention. Duncan had been right by your side throughout everything and even now, but he could only do so much to take the burden off of your shoulders. Everyone knows that newborns need their mothers the most.

Duncan had banished you from your baby duties, forcing you to take some time for yourself. Whether it was a nap, a meal, a bath, he wanted you to care for yourself. He saw it in the way your eyes looked down at your daughter with newfound love but rested atop deep, dark circles. You were exhausted, and she wasn’t even one week old.

You opted for a shower first, seeing as you’d been too preoccupied with dirty diapers and navigating the nightmare that was breastfeeding to even consider washing your hair in the last few days. The warm water melted into your skin, erasing any remnants of baby barf that had seeped through your t-shirt and onto your skin.

With your hair now thoroughly rinsed and your body now wafting a subtle lavender scent wherever you walked, you made your way to bed. You’d assumed that you’d fall unconscious the second your head hit the soft, feathery down of your pillow, but you were wrong.

All that flashed through your mind as you tossed and turned about the mattress was what Duncan and your daughter were up to downstairs. Surely not much, but you couldn’t help but feel like you were missing out on precious time with the one you’ve both been waiting to meet for nine long months. You could hear Duncan’s deep, soothing voice carried through the bedroom door, babbling away to your newborn, saying only God knows what. So, mustering up the energy to crawl out of bed and down the stairs, you made your way to the living room.

Duncan lounged on the plush, ash grey couch with your daughter nestled closely to his bare chest. He looked perfect, like fatherhood came naturally to him. He had swaddled her tightly in a thin, muslin blanket, one that Duncan himself had picked out to match the colors of her nursery. The tops of her fingers peeked over the top of the material just slightly, and Duncan took advantage of that by slipping his index finger into the palm of her hand so that her own tiny fingers would reflexively shut around his. She was sleeping peacefully, her chubby, flushed cheeks smushed against Duncan’s peck.

As you approached the two people you loved most in the world, it became clearer what Duncan was saying. He was rambling incessantly to your daughter about his family, sternly stating that she needed to stay away from his uncle because he’s a “conceited asshole,” and, “Your mom won’t agree with me, but your grandma Annette’s pretty terrible too.” Duncan looked pretty worn out as well. His hair that he took great pride in upkeeping was looking rather limp, and the bags under his eyes were comparable to your own. He had that same look on his face that you knew you always did: exhausted, but desperate to soak up every moment you had with your precious girl.

“Hey, mama,” Duncan spoke up, breaking you from your daze of staring at the two of them looking so relaxed on the sofa.

He’d called you that a number of times in the last few days, but it still brought heat to your cheeks each time he used called you by your new nickname.

You grinned back at him from where you were leaning against the door frame. “There any room for me over there?”

“Always,” Duncan answered, straightening his posture so that you could wiggle your way into the space between him and the arm of the couch.

He kept his hands wrapped securely around your daughter, making sure she was unstirred by the commotion. You morphed your body into the opening of the couch, finding yourself tucked under Duncan’s shoulder and pressed against his middle. Duncan removed one of his arms from the baby’s back to hold you tight against him, relishing how comforting it was to have both of the loves of his life in his grasp.

“How was your shower?”

“Good. It’s nice to not smell like puke for once.”

Duncan chuckled, pressing a kiss to the damp hair that covered your temple.

“You didn’t want to lie down for a bit? Get some rest?”

You shrugged your shoulders. “Couldn’t sleep.”

“Oh yeah?” he asked, “Bet I can fix that.”

Duncan pulled you even closer to him, forcing you to succumb to the warmth that radiated off of his chest. No wonder your baby was sleeping so soundly. The man was practically a space heater.

The three of you sat there for a while. Not moving, not talking. Just breathing. Being. You both knew it’d be a long while before the house was this quiet again, but it wasn’t that you minded. Duncan had been begging you for a baby, and when you finally settled down with your career and your hectic life slowed down, you were more than happy to oblige. Just the thought of Duncan coddling a chubby baby with the same aqua blue eyes and golden blonde curls as his made you swoon. Little did you know, the reality was far better than you’d ever imagined.

“She looks just like you, Dunc.”

It was you that broke the silence this time as the tips of your fingers went to stroke your newborn’s back absentmindedly.

“Poor thing,” Duncan joked, giving her a gentle pat on the bum.

You began to feel sleepy now. Your vision drifted in and out, being soothed by circles Duncan was rubbing against your shoulder with his thumb. The tiny grunts and coos that left your daughter’s chest only added to the somniferous atmosphere that had you teetering on the edge of consciousness.

“We did a good job, though. Didn’t we?” Duncan continued, briefly pulling you from your drowsy state.

“We certainly did,” you muffled into his chest, taking one last glance at the bundle of life in Duncan’s arm that you created together before finally drifting off.

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cupidmarwani-archive · 4 years

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The Rehabilitation of Ava Bekker (4/12)

After dinner, Ava helps wash up, and Robin tells her where she can find her room and a shower upstairs. After that, she’ll get a dose of aloe to soothe her sunburns, and then… and then. She’ll be free until dawn cracks open her skull and sends her back to work digging homes for the trees. The evening is hers.

The bathroom is neat and well kept, bath towels in the closet and a bar of soap on the counter. There aren’t shower items, but that’s alright because Ava thought to bring those for herself- including a cheap set of washcloths to scrub the dirt off her skin. She turns on the water and her brain, ever helpful, reminds her of the way the clear spray turned pink while it took her sins away and threw them down the drain. The dirt is like that, only it’s more of a pale golden-brown as opposed to the blood tone. It’s just as hard to scrub from under her short nails and out of her hair.

If Connor were here, he’d help her clean up. He’d tell her she did a good job, planting these trees. And she would feel loved. So loved. She shuts her eyes and trails her hands over her own body, imagining they belong to someone else. Fingertips on her waist, between her legs. She brings herself no pleasure, but he would. And he’d be smirking as he did it. He liked to tease. That particular memory burns too harshly and she moves on to pressing her fingers against her lips. It’s not like a kiss. She aches. And then, the water begins to cool down, so she hurries to finish and pull on pajamas. Cloth shorts and a big tee shirt, boxers because that’s the sort of girl she’s now got to be.

Her feet are quiet on the hardwood as she towels off her short hair, but Robin is loud in the kitchen. Not loud, exactly, but the only noise in the house carries. It’s louder than the sounds outside of the pleating goats and the feisty chickens and the wind blowing through the stalks of corn. Ava peers around the staircase to the kitchen, where Robin has cut open a thick green leaf and started squeezing the gel inside into a bowl. She knew this is where aloe comes from, but it’s different to see it as Robin uses a fork to mix and soften it thoroughly.

“Thank you,” she says.

Robin smiles as she brings the bowl over. “No problem. Just wear sunscreen tomorrow, okay?”

She nods, about to reach for the gel. Before she can, Robin scoops some into her palm and takes one of Ava’s sunburnt arms. Tenderly, she massages it into the heated skin. Such a gentle touch, even though her palms are rough with labor. It’s like love, but it isn’t the same as other kinds. Ava doesn’t feel it in her head, she feels it in ever place Robin touches her, and she doesn’t know what to make of it. Part of her wants to pull away. Another part wants to pretend it’s Connor taking good care of her. She can’t remember the last time he did that. Now he won’t ever take care of anyone again.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

Shrugging, Ava looks away from Robin’s face and out the window. The sun has set, and there are too many stars outside. More than she’s ever seen, and some that move in huddled swarms until she realizes they’re lightning bugs. It’s a skyline, so separate from Chicago, but like home to her in a way that allows her shoulders to sag and her chest to expand with fresh air that smells like the rubbery scent of aloe.

“I think you’re running from something,” Robin muses. She moves onto the other arm and soothes it with the gel. “You suddenly respond to my ad, move out here. Never done work like this in your life.” She cups Ava’s palm and feels the uncalloused pads of her fingers. “What are you running from?”

Her immediate urge is to lash out, argue, yell, defend herself. But all of that feels out of place, and so, instead, she says, “It’s hard to talk about.”

That’s the truth. It’s really difficult to talk about Connor and Ava isn’t ready to share the good or the bad memories yet. Especially not with someone she’s just met, however kind and insightful Robin is. However fast her heart begins to beat when Robin moves onto the back of her neck and cups it so lovingly as she massages in more cream. The sunburn doesn’t hurt as bad anymore. Ava doesn’t hurt as bad. But inside is much less repaired than outside, and she turns away when Robin withdraws.

She isn’t into women, and love isn’t like this. Love is all consuming. It burns and it screams and it scars. It’s gaping wounds in her stomach and her head spinning. Love is pain, and this doesn’t hurt. Love comes soon, she knows, because it came so soon with Connor, but not on the first day anyhow. This is coping, Ava decides. She’s coping with losing Connor by latching onto Robin’s touch. Before long, she’ll settle. And maybe eventually come to fully recognize deep down that Connor is dead and not coming back.

While logically she knows that, knows it to be a fact, it has yet to sink in. Just like it hasn’t sunk in that she’s given up her old life and can never return to it, no matter how badly she wants to. That part of her life is over. She’s different. She breathes new air, fresh air, and the way she feels like she’s being ripped to pieces is completely different but persistent nonetheless.

“I’m always here to listen,” Robin says, and pulls away from Ava. She misses the touch. At the same time, she’s glad it’s over. “I’m turning in for the night, so I’ll see you in the morning. This’ll be in the fridge if you need it.”

True to her word, Robin puts the aloe in her fridge and heads upstairs, presumably to the room she said was hers when she gave Ava a mini tour. The hallway stretches between them, impossibly far but so close. Ava has only slept in such short distance when there was someone beside her. A warm body so close but so far. She waits a few long minutes before going up to her own room, shutting the door behind her and turning down the downey comforter on the bed. It’s hand embroidered, a bit like her imagination provided, in patterns of heathers and lavender and other delicate things, its batting making it plush and soft.

She drags her backpack up against the nightstand, which glows the room with its little bedside lamp, and digs into it for what she needs the most. Her photo of her and Connor. It’s comforting in her hands, cold against her lips when she kisses the mimicry of his face. His body must feel like that now, too, and she’s glad her last kiss with the real him was one where he held her close and made her feel worthy.

“I miss you,” she breathes, and sets the photo on the table so she doesn’t crush it in her restless sleep. This is her only copy, and she can’t afford to destroy it and lose the last image she has of his face. His adoration. If he were here, he’d kiss her and turn off the light for her. She touches her own lips again. When was the last time Connor told her he loved her? The last time anyone told her they loved her?

She pretends it was before she ran away. He understood that everything she did, she had done for him, for them, and he told her he loved her. She imagines him telling her to run here and promising to meet up as soon as he’s able.

Everything she did, she did out of love. It can’t be wrong if it came from love. Never.

“Goodnight Connor.”

She turns off the light and burrows under the blankets like they’ll shield her from reality.

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buttsonthebeach · 5 years

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World Without End

I had the great pleasure of doing another commission for @scharoux! I have really loved writing Rhaella and Solas and seeing their journey unfold.

First: All Things Green and Growing

Second: The Same Kind of Scar

This one follows directly on The Same Kind of Scar.

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Pairing: Rhaella Lavellan x Solas

Rating: Explicit! Smut ahead!

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Rhaella woke to the sound of wind ruffling silk curtains, the scent of fresh lavender, and to lips on her belly, warm and plush and impossibly soft - to Solas, heavy and content on top of her, mapping her body with kisses, and to a lightness she had not felt in weeks.

She took in a deep breath as Solas kissed around her belly button, and let it out slow as he made his way to one of her hips. She reached out and ran her hand over his scalp, along the point of one of his ears, and felt him shiver. It was all she could touch now. He was sliding lower still.

Rhaella put both of her arms over her head and for an instant longed for that missing left hand, because she wanted to feel everything in this moment - every thread in the soft cotton sheets, the way they twisted in her fists as she grasped them, as Solas placed three precise kisses on each of her inner thighs - but then she let that longing pass. He was here. She had found him. And he was gently nudging her legs apart, making space for his broad shoulders, sliding his hands under her rear, opening her up to him, and he was looking up at her through the lace of his dark eyelashes, and his blue eyes were swallowed up by black pupils as he looked up at her, and she loved him so.

Solas smiled, and lowered his mouth to Rhaella’s sex, and kissed her all over there, too. Slow, sweet, sucking kisses, mouthing and teasing and sucking and lapping at her firm bud - lower down, too, he slipped his tongue within her and Rhaella’s breaths came in short, sharp pants at that sensation. She was sore from the day before. They had not been gentle with each other. Solas was making up for it now. She could tell from his quiet, grateful moans, from the tenderness of each brush of his tongue.

This was new to her. This tenderness. Gods, having a man’s face buried between her thighs was new, too. And it was Solas. Her heart.

He kept bringing her close, close, close to that edge, her body trembling, her cunt clenching within her, her clit aching so badly that she whimpered at the feeling of it, but then he withdrew, returned to kissing her legs, the bend of her knees. The third time he did it Rhaella broke.

“Please, please, please -”

Solas looked up, his face flushed, his lips wet and red.

“I have you, vhenan. I have you.”

He bent his head and sealed his lips around her twitching clit and this time he did not stop. This time he suckled at her until she came, keening, and every wave of pleasure spilling from her was hot and wet and right and she was shaking when it was over.

Solas crawled up her body then, settled himself on top of her, and brushed the waves of her dark hair back from her face. He looked down at her. He seemed to be studying her every angle. He smelled like her sex - that rich, physical, pleasurable smell.

“I have you, too,” she said, sitting up, suddenly certain that she had to explore him the way he’d explored her.

Solas swallowed. Rhaella sat up, her stomach muscles protesting, and kissed him there on the warm bare skin. He was hard, his cock bobbing against her body as they breathed, the head of it already shockingly wet. She’d gotten him to lay back against the pillows before it hit her that she didn’t really know what she was doing. He was beautiful, splayed out for her, his body like finely carved marble, bathed in the pink light of dawn, and his cock was heavy and thick and long where it lay against his belly. It was ruddier than the rest of him, flushed even darker than his cheeks. She wanted to taste him there, feel the weight of him against her tongue, the heat of his spend, and that thought sent a new flush of desire into her own core, and she made her way down the bed.

Her face must have still shown some hesitation, or some part of the awe she felt at the wonder of his body, because Solas cleared his throat and spoke.

“You do not have to reciprocate.”

“I want to,” Rhaella countered at once. She wanted to because she loved him and because she was starting to realize that it was morning, that they had not spoken since that first kiss on the balcony. They had not spoken of what any of this meant, and she wanted to continue to live in the glow of it. “I just haven’t done this before.”

Solas flushed harder. A little shiver of tension wound through his body and then released. Rhaella did not miss how his cock twitched against his belly.

“I will tell you what I like,” he said. “You can begin as I did with you. Slow and gentle.”

In so many ways he was speaking the way he always did when he explained an unfamiliar concept - calm, measured, thoughtful, his voice low and soothing. But there was a tightness, another little shiver in it, a concealed kind of anticipation that Rhaella noticed at once, ever the hunter looking for signs from her prey. She was going to break open the shell around his voice, make him as raw and as sated as she had been only moments before.

She lowered her head and nuzzled along his belly and he inhaled sharply. She kissed all around his cock, breathed in the smell of his skin, something salty and soapy alike, and then she took the very tip of him in her mouth and he was impossibly soft there, and the skin was so silky against her tongue, and he gasped when she licked one long, firm stripe across the top of him.

“Gentler still,” he said. “I am sensitive there. Move your tongue in a circle. Yes, there, good, like that. Take more of me now. Steady me in your hand and you can - ah -”

That was the first moment that Solas started to fall apart. The moment Rhaella gripped him firmly and sank her mouth down to meet her fingers. He was still coherent enough to give her more direction. Faster. More. Just the tip of me now. But his hands were fisted in the sheets and his hips were restless and his breaths were shallow and his cock was so hard in her mouth. Rhaella could feel every twitch, every strain, could taste his salt on her tongue. Her jaw hurt but she wasn’t willing to stop, not when she had him, really had him, not when he was hers at last -

Of course, then she remembered how many times that morning he had made her wait for her release, and then she drew herself off of him entirely, and Solas’s whole belly hollowed out with the force of his need.

“Rhaella,” he said, voice rough. His eyes were dark and his magic crackled in the air around him and Rhaella loved him so, loved him when he was naked and hers and there was nothing in the whole world but the two of them and how they needed each other.

“I have you,” she said again, taking him in her hand now, slow pumps up and down. He gasped. His eyelids fluttered. She moved her hand a little faster, then slow again, feeling him out, testing the weight of him, watching his every reaction. She had to watch her balance carefully, with no other hand to support herself, but she was managing.

“Your mouth,” he finally said, hoarse again. “Please - give me your mouth again. Can I finish there?”

Rhaella’s blood pounded. Her mana was a rising tide within her, so strong it threatened to spill over with the force of her desire. To hear such words from his lips.

She beny back to her task.

This time Solas’s hands were in her hair, gathering up the thick dark locks of it, tugging at it, trying to set her rhythm at his cock. She let him, entranced by this side of him - wanton, unhinged, groaning and cursing, and only barely able to command her.

“Faster, faster now - you can - ah, fenedhis, vhenan - use your hand - I need, I need - take all of me now, as much as you can, you are so good, vhenan, Rhaella, I -”

That last broken syllable and the helpless groan that followed it was the only verbal warning Rhaella got, but she didn’t need it in any case. She could feel the change in him, the thickening and then stiffening and then pulsing, and feeling him come in her mouth was more intimate than she had even imagined, feeling him fall apart so utterly in her care filled her with arousal and tenderness alike. It was not a pleasant taste, of course. But that unpleasantness paled in comparison to afterwards, when she sat up, wiping her lips on the back of her hand, and saw him lying there, spent, and hers.

Solas reached out and took her hand, and drew her into his arms, and Rhaella lay there and listened to both of their beating hearts slow, and drifted back into sleep, half wondering if it had all been a dream. Wondering if the next time they woke, they would have to talk about it all.

When they woke again it was afternoon, the warm sun sitting in thick bands across their bare thighs and their skin prickling with sweat despite the breeze off the waterfalls. Rhaella’s mouth was dry and she rose, and went over to a nearby pedestal where there was a ewer already full of water, and a silver cup beside it. The water was marvelously cool and she felt out the enchantment at once, felt the frost rune at the bottom of the ewer that was making it work, and wondered if Solas would teach her how to accomplish the same trick.

There was a dart of fear in her chest at that presumption. The presumption that they had more time. She pushed it aside, and drank, and before she finished her cup, Solas was there, arms around her.

“Come,” he said. “I wish to show you something.”

They dressed. Solas left and returned with some of his clothes that he thought would fit her, and a simple knapsack that he said was packed with food. The clothes were simple but fine, and there was care evident in every stitch. They recalled Dalish designs that Rhaella had grown up around, although not exactly, and their earthen tones blended in well with the rocky climb she found herself on. They were leaving the dwelling behind, and heading up the path that wound towards the peak of the waterfalls. Rhaella touched the rock as they walked and felt its ancientness in her bones.

The roar of the waterfalls was greater the longer they went on hiking, and that made it much harder to talk. But Rhaella found she did not mind. She and Solas talked with touch instead as they made their way higher. He might pause and gesture to a plant growing out of a crevice in the rocks - a brilliant crimson flower, its petals long and furled - and Rhaella might step closer to examine it, and he would put his hand on her lower back, and then when she was done she’d put her hand on his shoulder and they would continue on. Eventually the sound of the waterfalls even became therapeutic. Almost hypnotic.

The trail ended at the top of the plateau, where there was an improbable field of wildflowers stretching backwards towards a dark forest - orange poppies, wild lupine, calendula, dotted all over with elfroot and prophet’s laurel. A riot of color that knocked every thought, every feeling, clean out of Rhaella’s head except for pure wonder. She breathed in deep and let it out slow and only later became aware that Solas was staring at her, and not at the flowers.

“This way,” he said. “There is a small clearing.”

There was indeed a sort of clearing further back in the field, closer to the borders of the forest, and that was where Solas spread out the blanket he’d brought with them, tied to his pack just the way his bedroll used to be when they would go out into the field. The wool was scratchier than the buttery soft sheets they’d woken on, but Rhaella relaxed into it anyway. She didn’t care about comfort now. She cared that they were together, that Solas had packed cold roast beef and fresh apples and crusty bread. She did not know where it had come from. Were there servants, unseen, who cooked for him? She had never known him to be much of a cook himself. She took a bite of apple, felt the snap of the skin between her teeth. The dart of fear hit her chest again.

“I love this place,” Solas said quietly. He was sitting beside her. Their knees were touching. “Whenever I come here, I think of you. I see you in all the growing things, Rhaella. I think of all the times we spent together in the wilds of Thedas, in the garden at Skyhold. I have never once stopped thinking of you, if I am being honest. But here - here you have always felt especially close.”

Rhaella met his eyes for a long moment. Her own mind was a blur. The words were an offering but she was already racing ahead - if you thought of me, then why did you leave? If you wanted me close, why stay far away? And why, in the name of all that is holy, would you continue with this plan?

But the only words that came out were these:

“I don’t know where we are, Solas.”

It was true. She recognized all of the wildflowers but could not place these waterfalls on any map in her mind, and she did not recognize the trees, and she did not know where this was going, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to.

Solas looked away. Rhaella saw him curling in on himself. She did not want that. Fear lit up her spine and this time she was the one who reached for him, who kissed him fiercely, hungrily, climbed into his lap and held tight to him as their teeth grazed each other’s lips. His hands were already in her hair and he was groaning into her mouth.

“Rhaella, I should tell you -” Solas began.

“No. I don’t know where we are but I don’t care. I would have gone anywhere to follow you, vhenan. I would have wandered the Crossroads for the rest of my life. I don’t care where here is as long as we are together.”

“It is a haven,” he said, but one hand was already sliding under the shirt he’d lent her, and the other was already pushing at the waistband of the pants. “A retreat. A place to think. We are alone, and we are not in Thedas as you know it, and - Rhaella I have missed you.”

Rhaella could only make sounds then. Not words. They were surrounded by nature’s sights and sounds and smells - rushing water and fresh flowers and tree bark - and she wanted to be another thing among them. She had been a symbol for years and now she wanted to be only herself. An animal greedy for her mate in the warm sun.

He got her undressed first. The advantages of having two hands, she supposed. She had not worn smalls. His fingers were already in her, working her, before she managed to untie his breeches and pull his shaft free.

“No,” he said. “Let me please you first.”

“No,” she said. “Let me take my pleasure from you.”

They were bold words. She knew what she liked but not necessarily how to take it. But she was safe, here, with him, under the wide sky, and she was strong, and so she pushed at his shoulders until he lay down, and then she sank down on him, and she was gloriously full of him in one breath. It burned, yes, stretched, yes, but she could find her pleasure well enough, rocking back and forth there, feeling him rub against her, watching the way he bit his lip and pressed his head back into the dirt.

“Let me touch you,” he said. “I want to finish you like this.”

Rhaella couldn’t imagine things feeling much better than they did, than her slick aching heat and his fullness inside her, but when Solas reached between them and worried at her swollen nub with his thumb, and she tightened around him and curled her toes and rocked harder, trying to get more, more, more from him.

“Yes - take what you need of me, take what you need, Rhaella -”

She didn’t know what to focus on - the cresting building wetness in her core or on him, his body, his eyes, his voice, the way their intimacy seemed to unlock something in him, to pull all of these words from his lips. It was all new, all euphoric, all right.

She slowed things down, rode him slowly up and down, testing out how it felt when he slid all the way out and all the way back in, how it felt to swivel her hips in circles when he was seated fully within her. He followed her lead, rubbed her quickly when her movements were quick, petted her slowly when her movements were slow. His other hand palmed her breast, squeezed her ass or her thigh. He was utterly lovely, spread out beneath her, as she fucked him. She wanted it to go on forever.

But she wanted to come crashing down, for all the heat building in her to go somewhere, and she wanted to see him come apart too, and so eventually she leaned down against him, chest to chest, and he took hold of both her hips and thrust hard into her while she ground against him and that was it, that was perfect, that made her come around him in long rippling waves, her cunt flooding the rest of her with pleasure. Solas was not far behind, grunting, panting, flooding her with his own heat. They lay together after, wrapped up tight in their embrace, neither wanting to let go, as their hearts slowed.

They passed the rest of the day, and one more day beyond it, like that - so utterly enveloped in one another that they were able to pretend they were the only people alive, that nothing mattered outside the circle of their arms. They were both so hungry for affection, for touch, that Rhaella almost believed they could make it last even longer. But on that second night, she dreamt of the alienages she’d seen in Orlais and Ferelden during her time as Inquisitor. She dreamt of her clan. She dreamt of the quiet beautiful places in the world she’d known - the hills and valleys and lakes and mountaintops.

And the morning that followed all of those dreams was the morning she knew she could not live in happy ignorance forever.

So she suggested that they have breakfast on the terrace where they’d first gone to talk, where he’d kissed her, where she’d shoved him away for daring to kiss him - where it had all begun.

“Last time we were here we talked about the beauty in this world,” she said. “And I see the beauty in your world, too. This place. All the magic.”

Solas was very still. An animal sensing danger nearby. “I am glad to hear it. I have loved sharing it with you.”

“But where does it go from here, Solas? Where does it end? Do we stay here forever?”

Solas looked away from her, out over the railing. Rhaella saw his chest move with a deep breath, and then a sigh.

“I would that we could, my heart.”

Rhaella’s throat started to close. Her hand balled into a fist against her knee. “So then where does it end? This? Us?”

Solas looked back at her, and she did not think she had ever seen him more open, or more afraid, or more happy.

“It does not,” he said. “It does not end.”

Rhaella was not sure to make of his words. But something in his face stopped her from pressing. There was something fragile here, and she would not break it.

“Tell me about what it was like when you were a child,” she said instead. “Tell me everything.”

Solas smiled, and he told her, and as he talked Rhaella turned the words over and over in her mind. It does not end. But they could not stay here forever. Would he come back with her? Was the nightmare that began in the Winter Palace when she processed all he had told her over?

“I know a beautiful place in the Free Marches,” she said when they went for a walk afterwards. “It is similar to this. The waterfall, and all the trees.”

“I would like to see it,” he said.

Come with me. But the words died in her mouth.

They made love again that night. It was starting to feel familiar - the look he got in his eyes when he took in her naked form, the way he liked to trail his fingertips along the curves of her breasts, the way her skin prickled at that light touch and the way he could not help but lift his hips into the first stroke of her hand once she touched him. They had made love less than a dozen times and already it was starting to feel familiar - the way their bodies fit together, how they both liked their turn on top, both liked their turn to marvel at each other. How Solas would always, always pause when he first pushed all of the way inside of her, as if taken aback by the pleasure and joy of it every time. How he could not help but talk once they began - yes, like this or no, turn over, let me take you from behind.

There were new things too, of course. He took her from behind and the angle was so different, and she was startled to feel his heavy sack sway and bob against her as he fucked her, and then it felt different again when he pressed down between her shoulder blades.

“There good, I can take you so deeply like this, vhenan,” he said.

It does not end, he said before. And the learning did not end. Things were familiar and they were new and he was so good, the way he moved and the way he felt and the sounds he made, and then he stopped altogether and Rhaella turned over to demand that he continue and he just smiled and pushed her legs back against her chest and fucked her like that and their magic was swirling around them, no spells but plenty of raw power, and it was there, with them, when they came. The taste of it was bright on both their tongues.

Solas pressed his forehead against hers. His breathing was harsh. He was not relaxing the way he had before when he was finished. There was still magic in the air, buzzing all over Rhaella’s skin.

“My love,” he said, and it was the same tone of voice he’d used when she collapsed in the Crossroads, full of agony, green light blinding her vision, and Rhaella already felt the beginnings of the spell winding around her. “I am sorry.”

“Solas,” she said. Already she was drifting away from this moment, the sweet warmth of him, the sound of the waterfalls.

“Just remember,” he said. “It does not end.”

The world went white and Rhaella’s stomach lurched and everything was gone.

She woke in the Crossroads, and Solas was nowhere to be seen.

It was a part she recognized, at least. The mountain retreat where she’d first gone to pursue the qunari. It felt like a lifetime ago. She’d held her staff with both her hands then.

It was here, too, that she’d first felt the sheer power of the unknown mage they were pursuing, and had heard the crack of their powerful spell in the distance. Now that power was wrapped all around her, a cocoon of arcane energy that had transported her from one place to another.

Rhaella lay there, looking up at an impossible sky, past impossibly bright and colorful trees, and she slammed her fist down onto the ageless stone, and she screamed.

She screamed because she loved him, and she could still feel the ache where he’d been inside her, and he was gone.

But eventually she got up. She dusted herself off. And she took a deep breath.

It does not end.

“I will find you again,” she said, as if he was near, as if he could hear. For all she knew, he could. “I will find you again.”

She did not say what she would do when she found him. That part she did not know. She only knew that when she did, she would still love him, and he would still love her, and that was a miracle as real as any impossible sky.

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panic-angel3314 · 6 years

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Once, Twice, Three Times Blessed- The Shield x Reader- Part Two/?

Parings: Alpha!Roman x Alpha!Dean x Eventual Alpha!Seth x Eventual Omega!Luna(OC)

A/N: So the idea that sparked this was literally me wanting to cuddle the fuck out of each of these men and just I am greedy and fuck and just want all of them to my self lol, my wrestling babes no I would definitely share :p As always thank you to my eternal inspirations these babes are my literal driving force: @theworldiscolorful , @therealfivefeetoffuckingfury , @noscetiipsum , @monsteramongmen-tamer , @empress-with-the-crown and many more I love you all so very much <3

A/N 2: Okay so, I know I’ve been teasing this forever and I swear I haven’t given up on it. I just like to write and edit in layers because I feel like it adds more detail and idk maybe it’s still shitty writing anyway. I really hope this was worth the wait for that who asked and continued to encourage me to continue with the Series. I’d like to note that the Moon Goddess(Selene)will be played by Kate Beckinsale from the Underworld series because she’s bae and hot as hell. And then I have chosen Jason Momoa to play Erebus her first Alpha mate. Which will make sense in later chapters. I really wanted this chapter to have more smut but that’s the part I’m stuck on at the moment and I thought the ending of this part was a good place to stop.

Warnings: m/m, m/f, ABO Dynamics and all including Knotting, NSFW, 18+ Only please, Smut, Unprotected Sex (No glove no love y'all c'mon), Fluff, Maybe Angst? But not much, Cursing and I’ll add later when the grittier parts come up.

Summary: Luna has been told all her life how special she was. Her crazy prophecy spewing grandmother mother even said the Moon Goddess would bless her with not one but three true mates. What happens when she finds those mates but they’re already in a pack together? Will they let her in? Will she join the pack? And what interest does a certain Bayou pack lurking around the shadows take on her? Will love prevail or will evil intention of another pack come to fruition? Find out in this story about love, prophecies and the rising of one pack above another….

Word Count: 9k+, Sorry guys I don’t know what a short chapter is :P

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

All tags are welcome, I’ll be posting soon so I can get an official taglist and I am truly sorry if I missed anyone.

Whimpering and answering growls had caused the Lunatic to wake up from his restful slumber. Thing was, the growls were not his own, in fact, it was the very familiar growls of his mate’s Seth. Peering up from sleep riddled eyes, Dean caught sight of his Little Omega and Alpha mate in quite the compromising position, which had his own Little Lunatic that was standing to attention, throbbing in his sweatpants with unbridled want. Dean watched in awe as his pup mate, Seth, held tight to their Little Omega by her curvy hips, his nose buried deep in her scent glands, as they both unconsciously rutted up against one another, creating a mixture of scents that had Dean’s mouthwatering.

...SWEET MATES...SMELL LIKE HOME... WANT...PROTECT MATES...LOVE MATES...

Dean’s inner wolf was howling with delight as the human side was so entranced by the scene before him. So hypnotized, that he didn’t even notice himself still tangled together with Luna until her pulsing heat brushed against his sensitive member that was still very much awake.

...MMMM WET, SO WET...SWEET LITTLE KITTEN...WANT MATE...CLAIM...OURS...

Dean continued to observe his mates as his Little Kitten subconsciously began to ground tantalizing circles with her ass against Seth’s not so ‘little architect’. Every backstroke was met with an equally torturous front stroke causing her hot wet heat to create a delicious friction on his own thigh, still very much entwined with hers, driving the Lunatic and his wolf insane.

.... LAVENDER AND RAIN...PINEWOODS AND WARM APPLE PIE...SOOTHE MATES...

.... CLAIM MATES...THEY NEED YOUR KNOT...

...Will you calm the fuck down not everyone wants ‘The Lunatic Special’ this early in the morning...

.... SWEET MATES...NEED ALPHA...CARE FOR MATES...

.... Jesus alright but our mates have other needs besides sex, just give me a fucking minute...

Scrubbing his hands through his messy curls and down beard splattered cheeks, again Dean was hit with the intense smell of his mates’ arousal, but that wasn’t all... was that bacon he smelt?

Only food could bring the Lunatic out of such a hot intense bubble of arousal his mates had created, leading to his next question.

Dean surveyed their suite, careful not to jostle his blissfully unaware mates, finding his Alpha nowhere in sight. Instead of panicking, Dean gently nudged Roman through their bond link so that he didn’t scare the beejeezus out of his Alpha this early in the morning. Dean felt the answering warmth Ro sent his way saying he’d be in the room in just a minute, with breakfast in tow.

“Try to wake up Babygirl and Baby boy. They need to eat before we have a serious talk about everything.”

Dean looked down at his mates and then his own hard-on, inwardly groaning before answering his Alpha,

“I’ll try Ro, but you should see them right now, fuck I just want to join them.”

“Join them?” Roman questioned, only this time out loud as he walked through the suite door coming upon the very arousing sight of all three of his mates in his bed, two of them very preoccupied with one another while other watched on in adoration. Notes of lavender, pinewood, and just hint of leather created an odd but pleasurable scent that was home for Roman and his wolf, causing him to stirring in want of his mates.

... MATES... CLAIM... HOME... PACK... OURS...

The pleased rumble that made its way from deep within his chest had Dean frozen in his spot, while Luna and Seth ceased their actions, soon joining the waking world.

Dean, completely ignoring his wanting cock, placed a quick but loving kiss to his Kitten’s flushed cheek, and gently untangled himself from her. Hopping up, he grabbed the breakfast tray from Roman, planting an equally chaste kiss to his Alpha’s plush lips. Roman, on the other hand, was still dazed by the sight before him. Though his two youngest mates were now awake, neither one of them seemed to want to move from their spot.

Luna’s wolf whimpered at the thought of separating from Seth... WANT MATE... SMELLS LIKE HOME... WANT TO BE CLAIMED...

... Down girl, first, you need to talk about stuff before you just hump someone in their sleep...

...NOT JUST SOMEONE... MATE! OUR MATE!.....

.... You need to calm down girl. I can’t think when you’re all riled up...

“M’ sorry Princess. Didn’t mean to come on so strong. But being near you just really has my wolf excited, me too if it wasn’t obvious.” Seth spoke through his growly morning voice. Luna blushed furiously at his little innuendo, too embarrassed to move and Seth too needy to let his omega go just yet kept the mates in place.

Sniffing the air, Roman could instantly tell each mate was on the cusp of a full-blown heat/rut wave, the sweet and heady smell had the animal inside chomping at the bit to be set free. As much as he’d love to sate each one of his mates’ needs in every way, the human part of his brain won out. Quickly the Big Dog strode towards the ensuite bathroom to grab some temporary suppressants for his two mates.

...WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!.... CLAIM MATES! THEY NEED ALPHA......THEY NEED TO BE SATED... DOMINATED... KNOTTED...

.... That’s not how this works Big Dog... we are more than just our animal and you need to calm down and let me take the reins, I don’t want to scare our Babygirl...

...FINE BUT I WON’T BE PATIENT MUCH LONGER... ALPHA WANTS TO CLAIM HIS OMEGA...

Roman made a promise to himself that they would talk about the soulmate/mate ship bond before anything would proceed further. While the animals within them all knew just who they belonged too and what they wanted, the human side needed to make the conscious decision for itself. Roman never wanted any of his mates to be a slave to the animal side, himself included, and he’d be damned before he’d force anyone to bond with him unwillingly. However, in the very deepest recesses of Roman’s mind, he feared that once her heat wore off, Luna would want nothing to do with the Shield boys.

Shaking off his negative thoughts, Roman walked back into the room presenting both Luna and Seth their perspective medication.

Already each of them was sat up and while Seth was cuddled into Dean side eating the breakfast that was being fed to him; Luna was on the other side of the bed cuddled back into Roman’s jacket with a very shy and embarrassed look on her face.

.... BEAUTIFUL MATE ...SCARED... GO TO MATE... SCENT HER... MAKE HER FEEL LIKE PACK...

It broke Roman’s heart to see her like that, so unsure of her place. That being said, carefully he gave Seth his meds quickly kissing his over-eager pup mate, receiving a happy rumble from him. Roman then walked toward his Babygirl, gently placing her on his lap ignoring her weak protests and scenting her until his wolf was satisfied she smelt like safe and home.

“Easy Ro, she’s still really embarrassed about nearly humping Seth and me to completion in her sleep.” Dean quickly told his Alpha through their bond link.

All Dean received was an answering wink before Ro gently placed his hand underneath Luna’s chin, causing her to shiver in pleasure at the way his touch was cooling the heat within her body. His scent alone had her insides melting.

... RICH CHOCOLATE AND EARTHY...

“Here Babygirl, take this, it’ll help sate the heat for a bit. I really want to talk to you about everything before we go any further.”

... OUR ALPHA... CARES FOR US... SUBMIT TO ALPHA...

The only answer he received, though, was a timid nod and a soft thank you as she washed down the pill with the orange juice that was given to her.

“Babygirl, there is nothing to be embarrassed about. I think we can all agree that heat and ruts can make us do some really weird things, especially when our mates are also cycling with us.”

“Yeah Kitten you should’ve seen The Big Dog and me last month, I’m pretty sure the tech guy who walked in on us was scarred for life. Plus, you’ll never hear me complain about being woken up to such a beautiful sight like this morning.” Dean chuckled gruffly, trying to ease his Kitten’s wariness. It made his heart skip a beat when he caught the little giggle slipping from her supple lips, lips he couldn’t wait to taste, bite, lick and explore.

... SWEET LITTLE KITTEN... HAPPY KITTEN... WANT MY LITTLE KITTEN...

Seth could smell the change in Dean’s chemosignals, the lust and arousal pouring out of his mate had Seth dropping the bacon in hands and with more force than intended, smashing his lips to Dean’s in a desperate kiss that was literally all tongue and teeth.

...MUSK, LEATHER, AND WHISKEY ...

NEED... LUST... WANT MY LUNATIC...

Luna watched the scene unfold and couldn’t help squirming in her Alpha’s hold, burying her face into his scent glands, and whimpering with the new wave of arousal permitting the air. Though the overwhelming need of knot was placated, the overall want was still at the forefront of both Luna and Seth’s mind.

...MATES NEED THIER ALPHA...SATE OUR SWEET MATES... MATE THEM... LOVE THEM...

... Easy Big Dog, talk first, mate later...

... WON’T BE PATIENT FOR MUCH LONGER... WANT OUR MATES...

Releasing a very powerful rumble, Roman caught the attention of all three mates. Unfortunately, the three pairs of lust glazed eyes staring back did not help the situation in his nether regions. Lucky for them, Roman took his job as Pack Alpha very seriously and while he wanted nothing more than to dominate and claim all three of his mates, sating all their needs. Ro knew better than to succumb to his primal desires. Particularly with something so important on the line: the matter being whether or not Luna will fully accept the mateship of all three Alphas.

“Baby boy you need to calm down over there. We can’t be getting everyone excited. We still have some very important things to discuss.” He reprimanded while stroking his little omega’s hair, attempting to calm her a bit. The Alpha tone Roman used, though, did not help the continual wetness seeping into Luna’s black lace panties causing her to squirm uncomfortably.

Turing his attention back to the little omega in his arms, Roman gently removed her head from its place in the crook of his neck so that they were now eye to eye.

“Listen Babygirl, I know this is a lot to take in. Primarily having three Alpha mates to consider. But, we can all say with certainty we want you as our omega. And we’d be honored to help you through your heat cycle if you so choose to accept our courtship.”

The moment the words left Roman’s mouth each mate waited with bated breath. Luna, on the other hand, bore into the Alpha’s soft grey eyes finding nothing but sincerity and truth in them. She thought she’d be more nervous about this moment but in a way, she had been groomed by her grandmother for this for most of her life. And already each Shield member had cemented their special place in her heart, thus making the decision a no-brainer.

Even though her career had become her main focus as of late, all she ever dreamt about was finding her three mates that were promised to her. It wasn’t their fault over the years she had begun to lose hope.

...YES!!... WE WANT MATES... ALL MATES... FOUND HOME... FOUND OUR ALPHAS...

After quickly weighing all her options Luna finally spoke up, “I’ve been waiting for you, all of you for so many moons I was beginning to think I’d never find Y'all, but now that I finally have…. I- I don’t think there is a chance in hell I could let any of you slip away. Last night … just felt right, being surrounded by all of you, I-I finally felt like I belonged. Like I found my…. home.”

Home, something each of the Shield men had been searching for, for most of their lives not knowing it wasn’t just anyone place or even person for that matter. But now that they’ve found their little moon, they can honestly say they’ve found their true home.

...OMEGA ACCEPTS...LOVE...PROTECT...

CLAIM...

Both Seth and Dean’s wolves were over the moon with excitement. Scrambling from their spots on the bed, after carefully setting breakfast aside, Seth and Dean both pounced on their Alpha and Omega. Kisses were placed all over each of the couple’s faces, spilling little ‘thank yous’ between each one. The hearty laughs and harmonious giggles had each Shield mates’ heart soaring in a happiness none of them could comprehend.

Had they done it? Had they finally found their missing piece? And would they be able to cement that piece before an unknown entity could strip it away from them, possibly forever?

All these questions lie in the deepest of places in each Alpha’s mind, especially with the Wyatt threat lurking. But now was not the time for that, now was a time for celebration and consummation of the bond between all members of the Shield pack.

“Alright, Alright, easy you two. We only have a small window before Seth and Babygirl go into full-blown heat again and I’d like for us all to eat a little something before the ‘festivities’ begin.”

Oh Roman, ever the caring Alpha, funny enough it was Luna’s stomach growling that answered the Alpha’s statement.

Looking towards his Babygirl, Roman couldn’t stop the dazzling smile that adorned his face, never before had he felt so full of love and happiness. Who knew this whole time all they were missing was her, their little moon goddess?

“I think it’s time we got you something to eat. Sound good Babygirl? I made you your favorite.” Luna looked to her Alpha, curious as to what he had cooked and how he knew what her favorite was. Gliding his thumb across her soft cheek as he held her sweet face in his hands, Roman answered her unasked question, “A little birdie told me of your weakness for waffles and crispy bacon.”

Squealing in delight, Luna thanked her Alpha with a kiss on his cheek and then proceeded to make grabby hands towards her Lunatic, indicating she wanted the breakfast he had set on the bedside table.

Chuckling at her childlike actions, Dean quickly grabbed the set-aside breakfast. But, before he presented it to her, Roman carefully adjusted both himself and Luna. Resting his back against the headboard in the middle of the giant bed, Roman moved Luna so that she was sitting in between his outstretched legs, her back resting comfortably against his strong broad chest. Luna began wiggling in delight at the warmth and comfort her Alpha provided as well as the prospect of waffles and bacon, her absolute favorite. Enamored by all the little interactions between his two mates and the cute little mannerisms of his Kitten, Dean began to sport his own dimply smile across his rugged face.

After setting the breakfast tray in the middle of his mates, Dean sat by Roman’s left side while Seth flanked his right.

Ro watched as all three mates happily dug into the breakfast he had provided. The Alpha in him swelling with pride at providing for the pack. Happy purrs could be heard between bites as each mate ate more than their fair share.

Luna, noticing their Alpha not partaking in the food provided, leaned back against his tattooed shoulder, presenting him with a very hearty slice of bacon.

Roman would have been quick to refuse if it wasn’t for those bright grey-blue puppy dog eyes staring back at him, causing his heart to ache in need to please his Omega. So, playfully Roman leaned towards his Omega’s outstretched hand, his own hands still firmly placed on her curvy hips as his thumbs were rubbing calming circles on each love handle. He ate from her hand growling every now and then when she’d pull the food away from his open mouth. Shrieking and laughing as he’d jokingly snap at her fingers, licking them like a dog when she’d get close enough, then leaving little kisses anywhere he could reach.

Finally, he had finished the piece of bacon and she was on to feeding him parts of her waffles. Shaking his head though Roman refused the offered food, “Nuh-uh Babygirl, I want you to eat first then I will.” Even now Roman couldn’t quell his Alpha instincts of feeding his Omega first until she was full and satisfied, then he would partake in breakfast.

Luna wasn’t having it though, so she moved to slightly dirtier tactics. Nuzzling her face into Roman’s scent glands, Luna murmured against the sensitive skin, “Please Alpha, want you to eat too.” She pouted against his skin.

Groaning, Roman’s eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head from the feeling of her soft warm lips dancing across the crook of his neck. Right before he was about to protest once more, Luna began purring hoping to entice her Alpha further.

Roman couldn’t believe how this tiny Omega already had him so wrapped around her finger, reducing him to putty in her hands. He could just see the future mischief this would bring but it only endeared her more to his heart.

Seth and Dean both exchanged knowing looks as they watched the pair in their bout of wills. Turns out their little moon could be just as stubborn as the rest of them.

“Ok, ok. You win this time Babygirl but only because I want you to finish eating before your heat kicks back up.”

Nodding quite happily, Luna turned her body sideways so she could watch as her Alpha got his fill. Every now and then Roman would hold up a bit of waffle for her, to which she gladly ate. This went on until all the plates were clean and each Shield mate was well fed, happy, and full.

After each mate was well and done, Dean stood up to remove the left-over kitchenware, causing Luna to look up from her spot in Roman’s comfortable hold. Looking up into her Lunatic’s electric blue eyes, Luna whimpered low in her throat, asking without speaking just where he thought he was going.

SWEET KITTEN...LICKS AND CUDDLES...

“Easy Kitten just clearing off the bed. I’ll be right back.” Leaning over Dean reached for his Kitten’s chin, placing a loving kiss on her pouty pink lips. It was the first kiss they would share that wasn’t a chaste kiss on the cheek or temple. The kiss was a prelude to the loving relationships she would now create with each Shield member. Dean let out his own pleased rumble as he backed away and saw his Kitten turn to literal mush, giggling and blushing like mad.

...SUCH A SHY BEAUTIFUL KITTEN...MINE...

“Don’t be shy Kitten, there is a lot more where that came from.” And with a wink, he was off to quickly put away the trash and dishes.

Luna couldn’t help but burrow herself back into Roman’s embrace, nuzzling herself into the warm crook of his neck. A spot that would soon become her favorite place to be, feeling utterly at peace snuggled into her Alpha.

Reaching from his spot next to Roman, a jealous Seth spoke up,

“Hey, what about me, Princess? Don’t I get a kiss too.” Playfully pouting towards his little moon, big brown puppy eyes and all. Luna was convinced her mates’ sole purpose in life was to reduce her to nothing more than a blushing mess. Seth’s warm whiskey eyes and the love shining through them was enough to cause her heart to beat right out of her chest. Gone was the take no shit Omega, gone was the strong and brave Warrior Selene, here and now was Luna the sweet, caring, and playful little Omega surrounded by the strength and protectiveness of her pack. Something she didn’t take lightly. All the walls she had built came down to pieces in seconds while surrounded by her mates. Realizing this, each Shield mates’ heart grew that much more for the sweet Omega in their arms.

Looking up to her pup mate Luna shook her head yes still too shy to use her words at the moment.

AWW SWEET LITTLE PRINCESS ...KISS HER!...

If she wasn’t a pile of mush already Seth’s answering smirk would’ve surely done her in. Leaning in the pair shared a slow sensual kiss, lips dancing in a sensual but natural rhythm. The kiss had both primal and human sides reveling in the intimacy. As Roman watched the exchange between his sweet mates, he couldn’t help but want to join in.

...SUCH BEAUTIFUL MATES ...WANT TO CLAIM...

As they broke the kiss Roman decided to voice the inner rambling spurred on by his wolf,

“What about Alpha, Baby boy?”

Seth groaned low in his throat at, not only the sight of Luna’s blissful state but also the want and dominance of Roman’s voice. Without a second thought, Seth leaned over Luna, who was still very much sandwiched between the two Alphas, to share a very needy and intense kiss. Grabbing Seth by the scruff of his neck, Ro let him know just who was running the show. The charge in their scent and the heat in her belly, made Luna begin to squirm once more. Not wanting to be left out, Luna began to nip at the exposed skin of Seth’s neck, honing in on his scents glands, the very same scent glands that would one day bear her mark. Seth began to growl at the sensation overload, never wanting it to end, it was the sweetest of tortures. Luna, on the other hand, was surrounded by scents of warm apple pie and freshly baked brownies. The scents of her mates nearly sent her into a frenzy and the warmth created between their bodies only added to her euphoria.

Walking back in Dean was greeted to the erotic sight of all his mates entangled together, causing him to groan at the intense arousal permeating the air, “Please tell me you aren’t starting without me” He rasped before diving into the bed, smack dab in the middle of all three mates breaking apart the hottest of kisses yet.

“Not even, Lunatic, your kiss is what started this. You got Baby boy all fired up. I also think we’re in for a long morning.” Roman stated ruefully, earning a few quiet giggles from the omega in his lap. Giggles that vibrated against the sensitive skin of his neck, where her new home had become.

The Lunatic couldn’t take it anymore, he had been dying to hold his little moon since the moment he woke up and now seemed as good a time as any. Eagerly Dean reached over scooping the little omega out of his Alpha’s lap to plop her down into his. Earning a shocked but soft yelp from Luna. What happened next though shocked all four mates.

...MY MATE ...CHALLENGE ...PROTECT OMEGA...

Spilling from Roman’s mouth was a snarled growl that could’ve brought any opposing Alpha to their knees, his eyes flashing a crimson red. Frozen in his spot was Dean not wanting to anger his Alpha but still very much confused as to why it happened.

...UPSET MATE ...CALM ALPHA...

Speaking up was Luna, but weirdly enough her eyes began to take on a bright white hue as her voice came out as a low enchanting rasp, “Alpha? Are you okay?” As she reached out to touch him, broken was the trance that befell Roman and gone was the charged kinetic energy in the air. Returned was the Ro they all knew and loved.

Blinking away his own red eyes and clearing his throat, Roman looked to his three startled mates ashamed.

...SCARED MATES ...SO SORRY....

“Yeah, Babygirl. Dean.” He nearly sobbed saying his name, “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me. Uh-hem. Watch our two mates while I go grab something from the kitchen. Ok?” Luna whined as she could feel the hurt in her mate’s heart and not wanting him to deal with it alone, she reached out towards him much like a toddler would a parent. Seeing her reaction had his stomach in knots. He didn’t want to leave her but he did need a minute to figure out what the hell just happened. Never before had his wolf, or himself for that matter, acted like that towards his mates least of all Dean. Dean was his first love, first true mate he’d claimed. Roman trusted Dean above anyone else and it truly hurt his heart to see the look of fear on his face, on all their faces.

“It’s ok Babygirl. Alpha just needs a minute. I’ll be right back I promise.” Sealing his promise with a chaste kiss on her cheek, the Alpha was gone to sort out his swirling thoughts.

Watching Roman leave the room caused both herself and her wolf to whine and whimper.

...SAD MATE... GO TO ALPHA... LOVE HIM...

Dean paused and looked down at his little Kitten, where she sat in his lap, her gaze still very much on the threshold their Alpha had left through. Had he just heard the thoughts of her wolf?

None of the bond links created between the pack had ever formed until after they had been bitten, marked, or claimed as a true mate. But something was different about his little Kitten and he knew it from the moment they met, she was something special.

Turning her in his arms and carefully laying her down between himself and Seth, he took her delicate little face in his war-torn hands.

“It’s ok Kitten, Alpha just needs a minute. He’ll be right back I promise.”

Dean sealed his promise with a sweet lingering kiss, trying to melt away all the sadness and worries his little mate had. Her wolf could smell the scent of leather and whiskey pouring out of her Lunatic and it had her momentarily purring in delight from the comfort it provided.

...MMM... LEATHER AND WHISKEY... SWEET MATE ...

Again, though the thoughts were not only heard but felt by the Lunatic and it nearly had him stuttering in the kiss.

Reaching out too to soothe his little mate was Seth, running his big warm calloused hands up and down the length of her curvy body trying to relax her as she laid in their Lunatic’s embrace.

...ALPHA IS STILL SAD ...FIX IT... GO TO MATE!...

Dean paused their kiss to look deep into his Kitten’s eyes. Staring back at him were eyes filled with lust and want but in his heart, Dean knew Luna wanted him to check on their Alpha.

...GO CHECK ON ALPHA ...WE NEED TO COMFORT ALPHA...

Kissing his little Kitten one last time Dean was up and off the bed leaving a confused looking Omega in his wake, Seth too rut brained to notice.

“Dean, wait come back?” Came her soft voice as she reached out to him. Turning back to embrace his little mate, Dean extended his hand to gently stroke her face, soothing any worry that might still be lingering.

“What is it, Kitten?”

“Where are you going?”

“To check on Alpha, Babydoll.”

Her eyes lit up hearing his response causing him to flash her a dimply grin.

“It’s okay Kitten. I’ll be right back. Take care of Sethie while I’m gone. But don’t start the main event without us ok?”

Luna blushed at his innuendo, giggling at her silly Lunatic.

... AWW SWEET MATE ... SHY LITTLE KITTEN...

“Dean!” She whined, hiding her face in her pillow.

“Aw, I’m sorry Babydoll. But there is nothing to be ashamed of. Come on.” He coaxed her face out of the pillow, caressing her cheek as he spoke, “Give your Lunatic a kiss to remember you by.” This man, she thought, cheeky as ever.

...SILLY MATE... KISS HIM...LOVE MATE...

Leaning up towards her Lunatic, Luna positioned herself within a breaths distance of his lips, waiting for him to close the gap. But just as Dean went in for the kill, Luna pulled away teasingly, giggling at his reaction. Playfully Dean growled at his Kitten before going in for a second attempt only to be teased further. But as Luna was too busy giggling at her Lunatic, he made his move. Slotting their lips together Dean didn’t pause in his assault, gently encasing her beautiful face in both his hands while his tongue wasted no time in invading her mouth.

... MMM... KITTEN TASTES SO SWEET... SMELLS LIKE HOME...WANT MORE...

Dean’s chest rumbled while little moans and whimpers were poured into the kiss. Dean didn’t let up until he had his fill causing his little Omega to become breathless. Finally, though, Dean let up looking up to see Seth so entranced by the display of love and want between his mates.

Winking towards his mate. “Watch her while I go get Ro but don’t think I don’t see you over there Baby boy. You know the rules, no starting without Alpha.” He commented noticing Seth’s naughty hands wondering the expanse of their precious mate.

Seth let out a whine in response burying his nose in Luna’s hair, causing her to turn in his hold to see what had caused her mate’s distress. Turning around she left sweet little kisses on Seth’s face every once in a while, stopping to nip at his pouty lower lip.

Watching Luna soothe their pup mate caused all kinds of feelings to be built up inside Dean. He knew this was a moment all the mates should be present in, bonding with one another to create a strong link, that apparently Dean already shared with his little moon. Without wasting any more time, he was off in search of a very handsome, very brooding Alpha.

Sniffing the air, Dean could smell the overwhelming regret and sadness on his Alpha mate. Roman’s overall earthy and fresh baked brownies scent was dulled to nothing more than lawn clippings and cheap chocolate, all rich notes dissipated with his mood. This heightened Dean’s awareness and began to make his wolf, even more, stir crazy.

... SAD MATE... FIX IT... LOVE MATE...NOW...

Dean walked up to his otherwise occupied mate, wrapping his strong arms around Roman’s thick but cut waste. Resting his head on Roman’s shoulder blades, Dean began to purr in an effort to melt away the sadness surrounding his Alpha, rubbing his hands up and down his chest as he went. After a minute, Roman caught Dean’s hands, kissing each set of knuckles lovingly, then gripping his hands firmly entwined with his and placing them right atop his heart.

.... MMMM CHOCOLATE ...MATE STILL SAD...

Moving his head so that his mouth grazed the shell of Roman’s ear, Dean finally spoke up in that deep gravelly tone his mate loved so much,

“Ro, you can’t beat yourself up about this. I’m fine, Seth is fine, Luna is fine.”

He punctuated each name with enthusiastic nips to Roman’s ear alternating between the shell and lobe.

“I know it’s... it’s just that’s never happened before. I mean you’re my first mate for goddess’s sake!” Roman released Dean’s hands and throwing his own up in the air in frustration.

Forcefully turning his big Samoan in the hold, he still kept him in, Dean reached up towards his mate’s crestfallen face and gently encased it in his calloused hands, imploring his mate to hear reason, “It’s different, Superman, she’s different. I know you can feel it, she’s special and it scares the crap out of you, hell it scares me too. But I know damn well she’s ours for a reason. The moon goddess doesn’t make mistakes, you know that better than anyone.”

Holding tight to Dean’s wrists on either side of his face Roman finally meets his mate’s gaze, seeing nothing more than adoration and love in it.

...LOVE ...LOYALTY... TRUST...SWEET MATE...

“Roman Reigns, I love you, and I will always love you, ya hear me. I know our road wasn’t easy. But I’m here and I will always be here. By your side, forever until the moon goddess calls me home.” Dean tells his mate with a conviction that burnt hotter than a thousand suns. Seeing this, Roman did something in that moment, something he had ever rarely done in their relationship and that was submitting to his younger Alpha mate. Baring his neck, his most vulnerable spot, Roman whined low in his throat asking his mate for forgiveness.

...SUBMIT TO MATE ...ASK FORGIVENESS ...

Dean was shocked but rather than hesitate, he acted on pure instinct. Nipping at Roman’s mate mark Dean had given him way back when he licked and sucked until he could feel the tension leaving his Alpha’s body and smell his scent return to the delicious mouthwatering scents of earth and freshly baked brownies. Roman quickly became mush in his mates hold and finally, he let himself be forgiven.

“There is nothing to forgive ok?” Dean gave one last kiss to his mate mark. “Now, get your ass in gear because there are two very needy mates in there who are waiting for their Alpha. And there is also a sweet little Omega in there who really wants to see her Alpha. She’s worried about you Ro.”

Roman was shocked, he was convinced he made an ass of himself and totally broke what little progress he had made with his Little Omega.

“Really? Even after that bullshit display of Alpha Brain?”

Dean just shrugged his shoulders but didn’t lose the look of intensity in his blue eyes as he said,

“I don’t know how to explain it, Ro. But it seems like she knows what we’re feeling even before we do. I don’t if it’s an Omega thing but I can tell she’s really affected by our emotions. She’s the one who sent me in here, little minx wouldn’t take no for an answer. All I’m saying is she’s going to be the death of us, Uce.” The Lunatic laughed ruefully thinking about all the future mischief his little mate’s influence will have on the trio of Alphas.

“I hear you, Mate. I really do I just need a minute longer. Go ahead and check on our little mates and I’ll be right there.”

Dean gave a look of uncertainty towards his Alpha but Roman didn’t let him feel that way for long. Grabbing Dean by the scruff of his neck Roman pulled him in an embrace so full of love and passion, it caused the Lunatic to become dizzy.

“Alright sheesh Ro. Any more heat and I would’ve been burned alive.” He chuckled looking at the face of his loving Alpha, just basking in his presence and thanking the Moon Goddess every day for blessing him with such caring mates.

“Sorry, Dean. I just, I Fucking love you and I don’t want you to worry about me. I’m the pack Alpha for Christ sakes.”

“So, what if you’re ‘Pack Alpha’, I worry about you just the same because it’s my job and I Fucking love you too.”

Dean roughly placed a kiss on his Alpha’s mouth, cheekily slipping in his tongue to join the party. Roman rumbled as the kiss created a warm tingling feeling, starting from the tips of his toes, traveling all throughout his body and settling a warmth within his core.

...HAPPY MATE...SATISFIED ...HAPPY ALPHA...

Dean’s wolf was finally satisfied enough to give him the few minutes he requested. So, with one last searing kiss, Dean left Ro to his own devices.

“Don’t take too long Alpha. You’ve got a very eager pup mate in rut, in bed with our heat-induced Omega.”

Roman’s answering rumble was enough for Dean to know Ro wouldn’t be too far behind him.

Taking a minute to slow down his breathing, Roman tried to calm all the swirling emotions that were running rapidly through his mind. Roman knew his little moon was special but he was terrified, terrified he wasn’t strong enough to care for someone so special. He was the pack alpha and his mates were his number one priority. That priority being to provide for the pack and make them happy. It’s what he lived for. Unfortunately, Roman felt a foreboding, especially with Wyatt’s lurking. The darkness that encompassed them was palpable and he’d be damned if he’d let them get near his Luna.

Then there was Luna. Finally, after searching for her for years, he’s finally found their pack Omega. Luna was literally a goddess come to earth and he couldn’t believe that Selene, the Moon Goddess, blessed him with such a special mate. What if he wasn’t enough? What if he wasn’t Alpha enough to care for three mates, her in particular? What if the heat wore off and she realized he and his mates were not what she wanted?

SHE IS OUR MATE ...OF COURSE, SHE WANTS US...

...Listen, big guy, there is more than just instinct. The moon goddess blessed all her children with free will, regardless of true mate status...

...THIS IS NOT THE CASE ...SHE WANTS US... I FEEL IT... YOU FEEL IT ...CLAIM MATE... BOND TO MATE ...PROTECT MATE...

...Not yet Big Dog. I will when we go into rut. But for now, I just want to focus on her and Seth. They need us right now...

...THEN GO TO MATES... WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR...?

...Goddess please give me the strength to be the best Alpha I can. All I want to do is do right by the mates you have blessed me with. Please watch over my pack and protect them with your love and light...

“Tell me again why she is so important.”

Selene began to become exasperated with her love and his nonexistent memory span. But the minute he wrapped her up in his strong arms, solid chest to her delicate back, she became putty to his will, especially with him mouthing at her mate mark.

“Because my love, there is a darkness that grows threatening the lives of our children, her especially. I blessed her with my own essence so that she can be the beacon of light in a world I can no longer walk. She is also blessed with three Alpha mates of her own to protect her, just like you all protect me.”

Tensing in his stance her mate asked the question he feared most.

“This darkness, My Moon, is it the same darkness that once threatened your life? The same darkness I fought off, swearing to never see its return.”

Turning in her lover's arms the Moon Goddess placed a gentle hand on his rugged cheek looking deep into his rich hazel eyes.

“I’m afraid so my Love and now we live in a time so easily influenced by those that would look to harm them. But she is different. She will lead them, my little warrior, my sweet little moon.”

Looking towards the lake water where the image of the Alpha in question played.

“And him? You say he will protect her like I have protected you?” Smiling ruefully at her worried mate she answered,

“He will my Love, he is just scared. He wants her to willingly choose him. He respects my law of free will and I cannot fault him for that.”

Erebus snarled at that answer, looking toward his son of the moon,

“You might not, but I can. He leaves her vulnerable! She still has not come into her powers and can be easily manipulated by those who lie in the shadows.”

Settling her apprehensive mate with a kiss Selene spoke once again.

“Have faith my Love, everything will reveal itself in due time.”

She spoke as her hand ran through the water clearing the image of Roman praying for her guidance. Roman just needed to follow his heart and trust his little moon and all will reveal itself soon enough.

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Great Products to Help Baby Sleep at Naptime

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Talk to any new parent, and the topic of sleep is bound to come up. Milestones like “sleeping through the night,” are big goals. Consistent bedtime and naptime routines are essential — good naps lead to better sleep at night. There are also plenty of great products to help baby sleep.

So, how do you get your nap game up to speed?

Babies don’t really develop a consistent nap schedule until about twelve weeks. That’s when the morning nap starts to take shape, and the rest of the daytime sleep follows.

At around six months, and when your nighttime sleep routine is established, you can use The Sleep Lady Shuffle for naps much the same way you did at night.

Finally, your toddler will transition from two naps to one between 15 and 18 months.

Naps are often the last piece of the puzzle and can take longer to develop. With some patience and consistency, and a few great sleep products, your child can become a champion napper.

What Are Some Products to Help Baby Sleep at Naptime?

Love to Dream Swaddles

When you place your baby to sleep on their back, their natural position is for their arms to go up. The Love to Dream Swaddle UP Original features a patented design that allows you to swaddle your baby with their arms up in this more natural position. The medical reason behind baby’s desire to have access to their hands is that when they wake up at night, they want to self-soothe, which is simply stroking their cheeks or sucking on their hands.

When your little one outgrows the Stage 1 Love to Dream Swaddle, the Love to Dream Swaddle UP 50/50 is designed to transition your baby from swaddled sleeping to arms-free sleeping. Parents know that swaddling their newborns is important. Babies between two to three months grow fast, and when they are able to roll over or show signs that their startle reflex has diminished, they are ready to be transitioned from swaddling to arms-free sleeping. The zip-off wings on the 50/50 will help with that smooth transition.

Zipadee-Zip

The Zipadee-Zip wearable blanket is loved by sleep experts, pediatricians and parents everywhere! It provides a womb-like environment and full range of movement to roll over and wiggle around safely and freely. It has become known as the best swaddle transition solution! The slight resistance in the arm-span helps soothe the startle reflex and will often work to ensure sounder sleep when most other products of its kind fail.

With the full enclosure the Zipadee-Zip provides, babies can pick up and put in their pacifier or play with a toy while wearing. It help prevents the risk of hip dysplasia, keeps loose blankets out of the crib, and is also safe to be worn while a baby is buckled into a car seat or stroller.

Magic Merlin Sleepsuit

The Magic Sleepsuit is designed to be introduced at approximately three months of age when babies are transitioning from the swaddle. The Magic Sleepsuit provides your baby with a cozy and calming sleep environment that will become a consistent part of their sleep routine. The Magic Sleepsuit is designed to aid in baby’s sleep patterns, and give parents peace of mind that their baby is getting adequate rest necessary for appropriate growth and development.

Newton Baby Crib Mattress

If safe and healthy sleep for your baby is a priority than this revolution-airy Newton Crib Mattress is the right choice for you. Newton is the first completely breathable and washable crib mattress. Newton is made in the USA, with a patented Wovenaire core that’s 90% air and then covered with 3-dimensional spacer material that allows the air to pass right through. We use absolutely no polyurethane foam, adhesives, metal springs or glue, so it’s non-toxic and hypoallergenic. Green guard Gold certified and most importantly, verified by a CPSC accredited lab to reduce the risk of suffocation and CO2 rebreathing.

Imagine a crib mattress that your baby can breathe right through if they roll over in the middle of the night. That’s the secret to the peace of mind that thousands of parents have discovered with the Newton Crib Mattress. Because it’s so breathable it’s also more comfortable, so your baby (and you) will truly sleep like a baby.

The Gro Anywhere Blackout Blind

It’s never easy to get little ones to sleep if there’s light streaming through the window of their nursery. It may simply be the summer months, or you may be on vacation. Either way the Gro Anywhere Blackout Blind provides a simple way to create a dark sleep environment that can work wonders.

Dohm Sound Machine by Marpac

White noise is better than a lullaby. Trust us — we’ve been helping people give sleep a chance since 1962.

White noise promotes relaxation prior to sleep by providing a constant, soothing sound for the brain to settle on. This helps quiet the mind and keeps you from focusing on disruptive sounds which interfere with the process of falling asleep. Perfect for the whole family.

Wubbanub

No more sneaking in to replace a lost pacifier! Fall in love with our award winning WubbaNub Pacifier, the original part plush, part pacifier. The patented WubbaNub design is sure to be your baby’s first friend. The unique style of the original WubbaNub Pacifier allows it to remain near baby’s mouth, easy to grasp, nearly impossible to lose and may assist baby to self sooth. WubbaNub is distributed in hospitals, NICU and well-baby units nationwide and is made with a medical-grade silicone Philips Avent Soothie pacifier, a non-latex and BPA, PVC and Phthalate-free.

Cloud B Cozies

Cloud b Cozies help re-create sleep time routines by bringing a relaxing scent and a warm touch no matter where the day takes your little one. With a removable, Lavender Wheat heat pack, these plush pals are a multi-purpose must-have for every family. Cozies bring children a sense of ease, help relieve aches and pains and give warm hugs and comfort on wintry nights. The gentle scent also helps children transition from playtime fun to peaceful sleep.

Hatch Baby Rest Night Light

There had to be a better way than needing multiple gadgets to help create just the right atmosphere to encourage babies and kids to sleep through the night. We knew there was a better way, and that’s why we created Rest. By combining all the functions of a night light, sound machine, and ok-to-wake alert into one beautiful and simple design, and better yet, making it totally controllable from a smartphone, we knew we had the product that so many parents have been asking for.

The Hatch Baby Rest Night Light grows with your baby, from late night nursing, to a toddler wake-up alarm, and everything in between.

Once you’re set up with a calm and comforting sleep environment, your baby can get that much-needed daytime rest.

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