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Kinktober: House of Amateurs - S1E10

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“Daddy? Can you wake up?” you whisper through the cracked door. No answer. You creep in, Adara trailing close behind. There’s a groan, and a shift in sheets in the dim light.

His lazy and questioning hum sends your insides into a frenzy at the notion he may be displeased. There’s many things Anakin Skywalker holds sacred, and one of them is his strict sleeping schedule. He’s very attached to his health.

“We heard something outside.” she tells him, as if to justify rudely inviting yourselves into his room.

“Yeah, we did.” you agree, concern shining through in your voice as your approach the edge of his bed. “Can you go check? Please?”

“Mhm, what if someone’s trying to spy on us?” she adds, and stands behind you, resting her hands on your shoulder to incline into your side, pressing your bodies together. Cold from the night air, your skimpy pajamas did nothing to protect your temperature, and you cuddled into her to preserve it. A groan of distaste spills from his lips, picking himself up to throw the blankets off his legs. A clear erection now in your view, covered only by his short boxers. The hemline ending at thighs you wish to be trapped in between right now.

His bare feet pad against the hardwood when he swings his legs over to straighten from his seat. Toned arms reach overhead as he stretches, and you drink in the length of his torso, and the way his muscles flex under his perfect skin. A certain level of need overtakes you, especially when faced with his tired attitude and his willingness to protect his girls from would-be perverts.

He says nothing, and the two of you follow him like lost pups. The cords of his back ripple as he walks and rolls his shoulder blades. Briefly, you share a knowing look with your companion as he steps out of the door to check on the supposed noise you witnessed.

“Filthy fucking liars.” Anakin hisses, his swollen dick strangled by your greedy hole. It slurps him up regardless of how hard he’s thrusting, hard enough to snap against the red flesh of your backside.

“No! P- promise!” you blubber, arched backwards by his infallible grip on your elbows, yanking you into him.

Adara’s no help in the matter, positioned underneath the two of you to take her part of the discipline. Her soft lips wrapped around Anakin’s ballsack, sucking them into her mouth as he fucks you.

“Woke me up. Made me get out of bed for nothing.” he seethes. He clenches his jaw as she laps at a particularly sensitive spot, and he propels you forward as he recoils. His severe scowl turns to her, “The fuck are you doing?” he questions, punctuated with a sharp slap to her cheek. She unlatches, and her agape mouth becomes an opportunity, seized by plunging his cock down her throat. She tastes your fluids on her tongue, obediently bobbing her head as you receive a break, breathing hard. “Least you girls could do is make it worth my fucking time. C’mere,” his harsh orders thrill you to no end, your hole fluttering through emptiness as he directs you to him, capturing your lips in a sloppy kiss. Wet tongue laps at your pliant mouth, as he lazily rolls his hips, lodging his tip into the back of her throat to create the filthiest sounds. “I’d stalk you girls too,” he murmurs against your lips, “bet you’d eat each other out to it. Give me a show through the window.”

You whine in response, and he whirls you around, situating you. He pulls out from her faithful mouth, clumsily replacing his head to your folds to seek out the give. Instinctively, you rock back, fast-tracking it.

He sinks in with a sigh of relief. “You get horny when you’re watched. You love the house cameras catching your every move.” he degrades, his large hand cupping the back of your neck— nearly around— to pin you and draw you back into him, resetting that violent pace. “Admit it. Admit you dragged me out of bed to get fucked.”

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puppyexpressions · 1 year ago

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7 Surprising Autumn Dangers for Dogs

The dog days of summer will soon be behind us and cooler weather will soon be moving in. The leaves are starting to change, sweaters are being pulled out of storage, and our dogs are more eager than ever to get outside and play!

1. Shorter Days and Longer Nights!

In the shorter days and longer nights of autumn, it’s not uncommon for many dogs to get their daily walks after the sun’s already set. Though relaxing, nighttime walks introduce a whole set of dangers not present in the daylight. With reduced visibility, it’s more important than ever to be diligent in monitoring your dog closely to be sure he hasn’t found a potentially dangerous “roadside snack” to nibble on. Stay safe at night by carrying a flashlight along during walks.

It’s also important that your dog be visible to other people, animals, and oncoming cars when outside after dark. Consider using a reflective collar, an LED collar light, or a safety vest whenever you’re outdoors at night.

2. There’s a Fungus Among Us!

This time of year, fallen leaves piled beneath trees or raked into cool, damp piles create the perfect environment for wild mushrooms to grow. While not all species of the fungi are toxic, it’s very difficult to identify and distinguish those that are. As a rule of thumb, keep your dogs away from any and all wildly growing mushrooms.

3. Fleas Reach Their Peak in the Fall!

Many pet parents mistakenly believe that fleas begin to die off as cooler weather approaches. Truth is, fall is actually the peak season for fleas! Only sustained cold (temperatures consistently reaching in the 30’s or lower) will kill off fleas. Because dog owners tend to back off or reduce their flea prevention this time of year while at the same time spending more time outdoors, flea infestations (and the itchy skin and allergies they bring with them) are more common in the fall than in the spring or summer.

Don’t forget to continue using a flea preventative throughout the fall season to keep these bloodsucking pests at bay.

4. Sweater Weather Means Mothballs!

Because even a single mothball can be deadly, pet parents may want to consider alternatives to keep moths away, cedar balls, chips, or blocks can be used in place of mothballs in drawers, or a simple sachet of lavender not only smells lovely, but repels the fiber-snacking pests naturally.

5. Keep Away From Antifreeze!

It only takes a few innocent licks of that sweet smelling goo on the neighbor’s driveway to kill a small to medium sized dog. Be very, very careful when walking your dog to be certain he stays well out of reach of antifreeze. And, prevent him from drinking from puddles or streams where antifreeze may have runoff.

6. A Cornucopia of Dangerous Fall Foods!

Steer clear of grapes and raisins which contain an unknown toxin that can lead to kidney failure. Avoid high-fat foods, like turkey skin and dark meat, ham, and gravy, which can lead to a painful and lifelong condition known as pancreatitis.

The day after Thanksgiving is the busiest day of the year for veterinarians diagnosing pancreatitis in dogs. Though some nuts are safe, it’s best to avoid them all in favor of foods more species appropriate for your dog. Though it can be hard to resist those puppy dog eyes begging for a bite of your holiday meal, do your dog a favor and offer them a special dog-safe treat instead.

7. Ragweed, Pollen, and Mold – Oh My!

Regular baths with a gentle dog shampoo can both rinse away allergens and soothe itchy skin. Keeping paws clean, either by wiping them every time your dog comes inside or with a paw washing station at the backdoor, can prevent allergens from being tracked around the house and onto bedding.

Now that you know what to watch for and are prepared for these surprising autumn dangers, you’re ready to enjoy the beautiful weather with your dog by your side!

#fall dog health #fall #dog health

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littlewitty · 2 years ago

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Alairie Persu

Chapter 3

“My, my. Don’t you look in a sorry state, young lady?” Of course he had found me. Caspian always did. “What’s wrong?”

I remember being huddled up when he had found me. I had wrapped my arms around my knees. I would have been leaning against that tree. It was just on the borders of the world outside. Mother always had told me to never go past that tree. She used to say that it was dangerous. I only understood what she was saying after I grew up. It was mainly sand and grass. Sand gets hot. Hot enough to burn the skin on your feet at the right temperature. The grass was sharp and would sting your feet if you stepped on it wrong. That aside, I remember that as the day I made the most naive decision of my whole life. Everyone makes slip-ups, shit happens, I guess.

It had already been two weeks since I was caught. It had flown by fast but I had nothing to do but daydream. After the night I was attacked, I was sent to a jail and had a criminal record filled out. As it happens, I had been locked in a cell with no one in it. In the whole vicinity, there were only three of us there. That meant only two things. People in Rhodolite don’t commit crimes, or the law is shit at finding criminals. My trial was due to happen in the next few months. It was always postponed due to the fact that my lawyer was Jadian and needed a translator. They hadn’t managed to find one that spoke the dialect we did. The symptoms from my head injury had also cleared up. Although, from time to time the ringing reappeared. The waiting left me thinking about my childhood a lot. I ended up thinking about Mother and her husband, and of course, Caspian. I wondered what he had been up to since I left. Normally, on Tuesdays, he would go to the pub to have a meal. He loved that pub. He used to take me all the time to drink and meet men. He had dreamt that I would find a husband there. I hadn’t. I probably would never find a husband.

“You look sorry for yourself. Or perhaps that is the shame?” An unfamilair voice tugged at my interests. Outside my confined cell was a man dressed in all black. “Alairie Persu. Jadian as well as Tanzanitian, part of the Opium trade but also a pickpocket. Twenty-four years old and fluent in Jadian, Tanzanitian and Rhodolitian. Immigrated here when the borders opened about a month ago. Jailed two weeks ago. You’re currently awaiting trial,” he looked up from the piece of paper at me, “am I wrong?”

His voice called out to me again. It was condescending. It pissed me off a bit. “Obviously.” I retorted. I couldn’t have laced my words with any more sarcasm. I hoped that the message had been sent and received.

“Don’t get arrogant. I may be your ticket out of here. My name is Sariel Noir.”

“..Okay?”

“I have a job. You may be the perfect person for it. If you succeed, your minor pickpocketing crimes in Rhodolite will be forgiven and you’ll be paid a lavish amount.”

“And the drug dealing crime?”

“That didn’t happen on Rhodolite soil, it’s not our problem to deal with.” His eyes were sharp. He seemed amused by all of this. He had this air around him. He seemed shady. Even I wouldn’t associate with him. “Oh, you cannot refuse.” Great. So not only will I be stuck doing God knows what with this man. I cannot refuse. Before I could even ask what I would be doing, he clicked his fingers and two unidentifiable men unlocked the cell and grabbed me. One of them tied my hands up and the other came towards me with a cloth. The last thing I saw was the cloth getting closer to my eyes before being tied on my head. I was blind and unable to move. Why does this keep happening to me?!

It had been about twenty minutes, all I had figured out was that I was in a carriage. I could hear the wind outside. I could feel the bumbling of the carriage along rough and smooth parts of the road. There was also humming. I’m guessing it was Sariel, but someone was sitting there and humming to themselves. The carriage itself smelled of flowers. It reminded me of my mother’s perfume. She only used to use it when it was an important night out. It was an expensive smell. I could talk still, but hadn’t the slightest idea what to say. It was dangerous to talk when you didn’t know who you were talking to. You only have their tone of voice to pick up on, not their facial expressions. That in itself is terrifying. The carriage turned again abruptly. I had been counting the turns. We had gone to the right eight times and to the left about twelve. Everytime it turned, I felt myself lurch to the corresponding side. I had heard the other person in here had the same problem.

“You should get a new carriage driver. One that doesn’t drive like a drunkard.” Okay, that one slipped out. However, it was the truth. He laughed.

“That is none of your concern. We are almost there.”

“Great. Am I going to be whisked away to another cell?”

“Naturally.” Yay… I cannot wait.

The sound of dripping water eventually woke me up. A morning hazy state handled me, I slowly sat up in the cell. Well, I was whisked to another cell but I preferred the old one. My blind fold and my restraints were removed and I stayed sitting in the corner of the cell. You knew it was bad when you prefer ‘the other cell’. I still hadn’t been told about the job at hand. It had been two days now and nothing. I had been given food though. Proper food. Not gruel but vegetable soup and bread. To that, I liked it here more. These little dizzy episodes I had been experiencing in the Jail had subsided finally. I finally looked up to the sound of singing coming from the entrance of the dungeon. He was there. That man that had offered me biscuits, Clavis. I had learnt quickly that I was in the palace dungeons. That man was Clavis Lelouch, Third Prince of Rhodolite. The man I robbed was Licht Klein, Sixth Prince of Rhodolite and ‘Blondie’ was actually Yves Kloss, Fifth Prince of Rhodolite. Clavis would come, annoy me, ask me serious questions and leave. As much as I hated him, I craved the lamentable conversation his visits brought. I had never realised how social I was.

“Good morning.”

Annoyance took my voice from me, “Fuck off.” I replied in the exact tone he had used. He only laughed.

“Pickpockets are hanged here.”

“As you keep on telling me.” Literally, that’s his favourite fact. Loving to throw that one in my face when I refused to answer his questions. He moved the chair and sat in front of the bars, utterly amused. One thing I had picked up on quickly was that Clavis would attend to the wound on my forehead. He was always checking it and giving me ointments to clean it. I knew why. They wanted me to go on the front lines for something. That’s why they never tortured me. They needed me looking normal to go out for them. I was sure of it.

“I have a few questions regarding the Jadian Opium trade that you have connections with, Alairie Persu.”

“Oh for God’s sake! I’ve told you everything I know!”

“I know. It was only a joke,” he jabbed. “Do you know proper dining etiquette?” I knew it! They wanted me to spy on someone for them! He had that grin again. He was winding me up.

“No… Well, actually I don’t even know Rhodolitian common dining etiquette… Where I used to live, we used our hands for dining, rarely using utensils. It saves water usage.” He was unreadable but you could see the curiosity and amusement in his eyes. He seemed intrigued? He leaned forward in the chair and crossed his legs.

“Doesn’t Jade have soup as a common staple for dinner? How do you use your hands for that?”

“Dip bread in the soup. Pick up the whole bowl and drink from it…” It was pretty simple. There was no point in using cutlery if you didn’t need to. Washing it up just wasted water, water you could drink instead. We had a lot of droughts in South Jade. It was hot and water was scarce so we would all reduce water usage. It was too expensive to use meaninglessly. He seemed a bit disgusted by that prospect. I understood it. They didn’t like getting dirty, the Rich. “You have never been to Jade, I’m not surprised you don’t know much about the common culture, you look confused by it.”

“How would it reduce water to not use cutlery? You still surely fill the bucket up with water to wash up.” What was he on about? In Rhodolite, they fill up a bucket and wash their cutlery and plates in it? In Jade we wash up under running water. How do they prevent the water from getting dirty? It would transfer dirt onto plates and bowls – you’d just be washing up in dirty water.

“...We don’t wash up like that. You’re not here to learn how to wash up. Why do I need to know etiquette?”

“We have a job for you to do. That’s why you’re here.”

“Are you finally going to tell me what that job is?”

“Maybe.” That’s not a ‘no’. So they are waiting for the right time huh? He jangled keys and unlocked my cell door. “Come out. Sariel loves teaching people lessons.” A devilish smile reached his cheeks. “You need a bath.” He commented. No, really! I wonder why?

#Ikepri #cybird #otome game #Ikemen prince #Ikepri clavis #Ikepri yves #Ikepri licht #Ikepri sariel #alairie persu

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karachiweather · 4 months ago

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The Morning Calm: A Gentle Start to Karachi's Day

The day begins quietly in Karachi, with calm winds and a moderate temperature. The morning hours offer a serene atmosphere, making it an ideal time for outdoor activities before the city heats up.

Heat Advisory

As the sun reaches its zenith, Karachi experiences intense heat. The high temperatures can be challenging, particularly for those working outdoors or traveling. It's crucial to take precautions to stay cool and safe.

Scattered Clouds

Today's weather forecast suggests scattered clouds, which may provide occasional shade throughout the day. These cloud formations can bring temporary relief from the direct sunlight and slightly cooler temperatures.

The Natural Air Conditioner for Karachi In the afternoon, Karachi often benefits from a cooling sea breeze. This natural phenomenon can help reduce the day's heat and improve air quality, providing a much-needed break from the sweltering temperatures.

The Perfect Time for Outdoor Plans in Karachi As the day transitions into evening, Karachi's weather becomes more pleasant. Cooler temperatures and a gentle breeze create an ideal environment for outdoor dining, walks, or social gatherings.

Will Karachi Wake Up to Reduced Visibility? There's a possibility of early morning fog in some parts of Karachi. This can lead to reduced visibility on the roads, making cautious driving necessary. The fog is expected to lift as the sun rises and warms the air.

Barometric Pressure

Today's barometric pressure readings indicate stable weather conditions. Understanding how pressure changes affect weather can provide insights into potential developments, such as storms or clear skies.

Sun Protection Essentials

With the UV index expected to be high, protecting your skin is vital. This section offers practical tips for sun safety, including the importance of sunscreen, wearing hats, and seeking shade during peak hours.

The Role of Karachi's Coastal Geography in Today's Weather Karachi's coastal location plays a significant role in its weather patterns. The proximity to the Arabian Sea influences everything from humidity levels to wind patterns, shaping the city's daily weather experience.

Air Quality Concerns

Air quality is a critical aspect of daily life in Karachi. Today's pollution levels are expected to be moderate, but those with respiratory conditions should still be cautious and avoid prolonged outdoor exposure.

Heatstroke Awareness With temperatures soaring, the risk of heatstroke increases. This section educates readers on recognizing the symptoms of heat-related illnesses and provides tips for prevention and first aid.

Staying Hydrated in Karachi's Climate In hot and humid conditions, proper hydration is crucial. Learn about the recommended daily water intake, the benefits of electrolyte drinks, and tips for staying hydrated throughout the day.

Impact of Weather on Karachi's Local Economy and Businesses Weather conditions can significantly impact local businesses in Karachi, from affecting foot traffic to influencing sales. This analysis explores how today's weather may affect different sectors, including retail and tourism.

Seasonal Weather Expectations

As part of the monsoon season, today's Karachi weather may include unexpected showers or increased humidity. This section explores how current conditions align with typical monsoon patterns and what to expect in the coming days.

#karachi #weather

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megamobilestylesposts · 4 months ago

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Essential Summer Skincare Tips & Tricks

Welcome to the sun-drenched days of summer, where the air smells sweeter, and our skin craves a little extra love and care.

As we embrace the warmth and vitality of this beloved season, our skincare routine must adapt to meet the unique challenges of increased sun exposure, humidity, and outdoor activities. Let's dive into the ultimate summer skincare guide, ensuring your skin glows as brightly as the summer sun.

Embracing Summer Skincare's Unique Needs

The transition into summer means more than just swapping boots for sandals; it signifies a shift in our skin's needs and concerns. Increased temperatures and humidity can change our skin's texture and condition, demanding a fresh approach to our daily skincare rituals.

Summer brings with it a bounty of joy and unique skincare challenges. The sun's rays, while glorious, can be harsh, making protection and hydration our top priorities. Understanding this seasonal shift is the first step to radiant, healthy skin.

Essential Summer Skincare Strategies

As we navigate the sunny season, a few critical adjustments to our skincare routine can make all the difference. Here's how to keep your skin looking and feeling its best.

Champion Sun Protection

Make SPF Your BFF: A broad-spectrum SPF 30 or higher should be applied daily. Remember, reapplication is key, especially after swimming or sweating.

Cover-Up Chic: Embrace wide-brimmed hats and UV-protective clothing as stylish complements to your sunscreen.

Hydrate and Refresh

Summer heat can sap your skin's moisture. Keeping hydrated is essential, inside and out.

Drink Up: Increase your water intake to help maintain your skin's hydration levels.

Moisturize Wisely: Swap heavy creams for lightweight, hydrating serums or gels that won't clog pores.

Tailoring Your Summer Skincare Routine

Adapting your skincare routine for summer can lead to glowing results. Here's how to tweak your regimen for morning and night.

Morning Glow-Up Rituals

Start your day by gently cleansing your skin to remove any sweat and oil that have accumulated overnight. Follow up with a lightweight moisturizer, and remember to apply sunscreen before heading out the door.

Nighttime Nourishment

Evening is the perfect time to focus on repairing and rejuvenating your skin. After cleansing away the day, apply a nourishing serum or treatment tailored to your skin's needs. Lock in moisture with a hydrating overnight mask or cream.

Navigating Summer Skin Challenges

Even with the best preventive measures, summer can raise specific skin concerns. Here's how to tackle them head-on.

Combat Breakouts and Shine

The combination of sweat, oil, and sunscreen can be a recipe for breakouts.

Stay Clean: Opt for gentle, non-comedogenic cleansers to clear pores without over-drying.

Exfoliate Regularly: Incorporate a mild exfoliant into your routine to remove dead skin cells and prevent congestion.

Soothe and Repair Post-Sun Skin

After a long day under the sun, your skin may need some extra TLC.

Cool Down: Aloe vera and cooling gels can help soothe sunburned skin.

Repair: Look for products with ingredients like ceramides and hyaluronic acid to help repair the skin's barrier and replenish moisture.

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As we wrap up our journey through summer skincare essentials, remember that every skin is unique and may have specific needs as the seasons change. Suppose you seek personalised advice or professional treatments to enhance your summer skincare routine. In that case, MOBILESTYLES is here to connect you with beauty experts ready to help you achieve your skin goals. From facials to customized skincare advice, our mobile beauty professionals bring the pampering to you, wherever you are. This summer, let MOBILESTYLES help you unlock your most radiant skin yet.

Embrace the summer with confidence and skin that glows with health and vitality. With these tips and tricks, you're all set to enjoy the sunniest season at its best. Remember, MOBILESTYLES is just a tap away, ready to elevate your beauty routine on demand. Here's to a summer of endless radiance and unforgettable beauty adventures!

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pranjal0199 · 10 months ago

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Ultimate Guide to Preventing Diaper Rashes in Cloth Diapering Kids

Diaper Rashes in Cloth Diapering Kids

Parents frequently worry about diaper rashes, particularly when using cloth diapers. While there are many advantages to using cloth diapers for newborn, including affordability, environmental friendliness, and comfort for infants, there might be drawbacks, including the possibility of diaper rashes. It is vital to comprehend the underlying causes and take preventative action to safeguard your child's comfort and wellbeing. This article will cover effective methods for preventing diaper rashes in children who are cloth diapered, giving you insightful knowledge and useful advice on how to maintain the health and happiness of your baby's sensitive skin.

How to Prevent Rashes from Cloth Diapers in Kids:

Choose the Right Cloth Diapers:

Make sure that your kid wears cloth diapers made of natural, breathable materials like bamboo or cotton. Better air circulation around your baby's sensitive skin is made possible by these materials, which lowers the possibility of moisture accumulation and discomfort. Steer clear of diapers with waterproof coverings or synthetic materials as these can retain heat and moisture and foster the perfect setting for diaper rash.

Change Diapers Frequently:

When a child is cloth diapered, frequent diaper changes are essential to preventing diaper rashes. Change your baby's diaper as soon as it gets soiled or moist, ideally every two to three hours. Extended periods of wearing a damp or soiled diaper can cause discomfort and skin irritation. Make sure your kid is getting clean, dry diapers on time by checking their diaper often.

Use a Liner:

To offer an additional layer of defense against moisture and friction, think about using a diaper liner made of fleece or another moisture-wicking material. By absorbing moisture from your baby's skin, diaper liners lower the chance of discomfort and diaper rash. To make cleaning up after each usage of the cloth diaper easier, just place the liner over the diaper before placing your baby in it.

Practice Good Hygiene:

Use a gentle, fragrance-free cleanser or just plain water to gently clean your baby's diaper region while changing them. Steer clear of using abrasive soaps or wipes that can contain irritating chemicals. Instead of rubbing, gently pat the skin dry with a soft towel because friction exacerbates sensitive skin. Because these areas of the skin can retain moisture and harbor bacteria, pay close attention to any folds or creases.

Apply a Protective Barrier:

Apply a thin coating of diaper rash cream or ointment containing zinc oxide or petroleum jelly to your baby's diaper area after cleansing and drying it. By forming a protective barrier on the skin, these products lessen the chance of discomfort by keeping moisture from coming into direct touch with the skin. To make sure the cream is compatible with the fabric of the diaper, choose one made especially for cloth diapers.

Avoid Tight Clothing:

Wear loose-fitting, airy clothing for your infant to promote proper ventilation and reduce pressure on the diapered area. Diaper rash risk might be increased by wearing tight clothing, which can trap heat and moisture. Choose clothes that are composed of natural, soft materials, such as cotton or bamboo, as these are kind to your baby's skin and aid in regulating body temperature.

Monitor Diet:

Diaper rashes can occasionally be brought on by specific meals or drinks that formula-fed infants or nursing moms consume. To find any potential triggers, like acidic meals or dairy products, pay attention to your diet and your baby's reactions. To relieve symptoms and stop diaper rash outbreaks, speak with your pediatrician if you believe your child may have a food sensitivity or allergy. They can offer you advice on dietary modifications.

preventing diaper rashes in cloth diapering kids requires a proactive approach focused on choosing the right diapers, maintaining good hygiene practices, and monitoring your baby's skin for any signs of irritation. By following the steps outlined in this guide, you can create a comfortable and healthy environment for your little one, minimizing the risk of diaper rash and promoting optimal skin health. Remember to prioritize breathable materials, frequent diaper changes, and gentle skincare products to keep your baby's skin happy and rash-free. For high-quality cloth diapers and baby care essentials, consider exploring the Snugkins brand for reliable and trusted solutions.

#snugkins #cloth diapers #potty training pants #4 months pregnancy

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luckystardust · 1 year ago

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how to improve the quality of your life

Daily confidence affirmations

this sounds corny, but it works in getting rid of most negative self talk. I recommended to do it in the shower, and as you’re washing yourself imagine all the bad thoughts flowing with the water and falling into the drain.

If you’re insecure, your logical side might kill you. If you hate your looks but tell yourself “I’m so beautiful,” you might follow that with a “how?” You can actually use this to your benefit. Answer your question in your head. “I’m so beautiful because no matter how much I go through I still push forward, I never bring others down, my hair looks silky when I wake up, stray cats approach me..” any reason you want. Try to switch it up

Invest in a gym membership

If you’re physically able, I recommended weightlifting. It builds confidence, strength, and can also aid in mobility.

Some gyms come with a sauna or steam room. Definitely utilize these as they can improve your skin quality and overall wellbeing.

Track your water intake

Water reminder apps aren’t enough. I’ve tried them before and have the time I’ll ignore the alert. I recommend the Waterllama app. You’ll have to pay a few $$ for this feature, but you can log in drinks besides water to see how hydrated you are. The free version of the app calculates how much water you need based on temperature, level of activity, and your weight. Hydration is important, yet most people are dehydrated.

read

this may seem like a no-brainer, but people often misunderstand how reading can bring you peace/help you grow.

Reading fiction allows you to escape from reality. It’s perfect for when you want to relax and become sucked into a story. I recommend the vegetarian by Han kang (please look into cws before reading!) and Heaven by Meiko Kawakami. Finding prose you can connect with will give your life meaning.

Reading nonfiction can give you lots of insight on history, sociology, and/or any topic you can think of. You can easily improve the quality of your life by choosing a topic or two of interest and reading many books on the subject. You’ll feel fulfilled and intelligent after educating yourself. I’m currently reading the R*pe of Nanking by Iris Chang. I will make a list in the future of random topics you can research when you’re bored.

Self help books. Honestly these are iffy. I believe self help books tend to focus on the individual, but I believe that growth comes by interactions with others and fostering good connections. If you agree with this, you’ll love Bell Hooks. Although she focuses on feminist theory, her books can be used for personal growth (for all genders). I also recommend “the highly sensitive person” by Elaine Aron. Try to read these types of books by people with a PDH. I don’t know, I guess I just trust them more..

Invest in good hygiene

Skincare: no one needs a 10 step skincare routine, but I highly recommend 3 things. When you wake up, apply sunscreen. At night, wash your face and then moisturize. My skin used to be filled with bumps and cysts, but now I get compliments. I used witch Hazel and African black soap to clear my skin back in the day, but right now I use Korean products (with the exception of my Japanese shisedo sunscreen). It’s important to understand your skin type before you jump on trends because you might accidentally make your skin worse. If you want an honest review of a product, always check Reddit.

For hair care, as someone with almost straight hair , I recommend washing every 2-3 days. If you do it everyday you’re bound to dry out your scalp and cause breakage. Try to use fragrance free products. Learn how to make hair masks at home - I massage olive oil and an egg into my hair and wash it 30 minutes later. Indian haircare is honesty so great. I recommend Amla oil for all hair types. Just massage into your scalp and then add it to the rest of your hair, braid it up and go to sleep. Also, use a silk bonnet at night. I recommend buying them from Etsy for better quality and so you can support Black businesses. AVOID HEATED PRODUCTS AND TRYYYYY TO LIMIT DYING YOUR HAIR

And lastly, body care. I don’t have much to say except that African black soap is your best friend and always put on lotion. Always. Nivea + almond oil is a great combo.

Get a library card

Watch more video essays

Go on walks daily

People watch

Go to cat cafes

Limit your screen time

Fix your posture

Do breathing exercises

Do mobility stretches every morning

#beauty #glow up #lifestyle #student

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lemondropdancer · 4 years ago

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Grounding Techniques

Mental Distraction Techniques

Pick a category of objects and try to think of as many objects as possible that fit within that category (e.g., types of dogs, cities, types of trees, crayon colors, sports)

Pick a letter and think of emotionally positive or neutral words that begin with that letter

Pick a color and look for things of that color. Notice differences in their exact shades

Say or think the alphabet backwards or alternate letters and numbers (A1, B2, C3, D4, etc)

Count backwards from 100 by 3s, 6s, or 7s or count up by prime numbers or perfect squares

Play "fizz-buzz" with yourself. Begin counting to 100 (or over!), but replace any number that contains the number 5 or is a multiple of 5 with the word "fizz" and any number that contains the number 7 or is a multiple of 7 with the word "buzz." For example, 1-15 would be "1, 2, 3, 4, fizz, 6, buzz, 8, 9, fizz, 11, 12, 13, buzz, fizz." When you mess up, compliment yourself and start over

Think of the words to your favorite song or poem or think of facts related to a specific theme

Pick a word or your name and see how many other words you can make from the letters in it

Describe an every day event or process in great detail, listing all of the steps in order and as thoroughly as possible (e.g., how to cook a meal, how to get from your house to your place of work or school, how to do your favorite dance)

Read something technical or meant for children or read words backwards to focus on the process of reading and not the words

Watch a children's television show or movie or watch cute or funny videos on Youtube; it might help to have a playlist already prepared for this

Look at a current news article that is not likely to be upsetting or distressing

Distract yourself with Tetris, Solitaire, Sudoku, word searches, or other puzzle games

Reorientation Techniques

Say or think to yourself: "My name is _________. I am safe right now. I am _____ years old. I am currently at _____________. The date is _____________. If I need help, I am with ________/can call _________. Everything is going to be alright."

List reaffirming statements ("I am fine. Everything is going to be okay. I am strong. I can handle this.")

Ask yourself where you are, what day of the week it is, what day of the month it is, what month it is, what year it is, what season it is, how old you are, and other present-focused questions

Notice things in your surroundings that indicate to you that you're safe or that you're in the present (e.g., locks on your door, electronics that didn't exist when you were younger, the presence of trusted people, a phone so that you can call for help if you need it)

Describe your surroundings in detail, including sights (objects, textures, shapes, colors), sounds, smells, and temperature

Name five things that you see, four that you feel, three that you hear, and two that you smell or taste, and then name one good thing that you like about yourself

Pick four or five brightly colored objects that are easily visible and move your focus between them. Be sure to vary the order of your gaze and concentrate briefly on each one before moving to the next

Think about a fun time that you recently had with a friend or call that friend and ask them to talk about it with you

Sensory-Based Grounding Techniques

Run cool or warm (but not too cold or hot) water over your hands or take a cool or warm bath or shower

Spritz your face (with eyes closed), neck, arms, and hands with a fine water mist

Spray yourself with your favorite perfume and focus on the scent

Feel the weight of your body in your chair or on the floor and the weight of your clothing on your skin

Touch and hold objects around you. Compare the feel, weight, temperature, textures, colors, and materials

Keep a small object with you to touch or play with when you get triggered. Good examples include a smooth stone, a fidget toy, jewelry, or a tiny plushy

Bite into a lemon, orange, or lime, suck on a sour or minty candy or an ice cube, chew cinnamon-flavored gum, or put a few drops of Tabasco sauce on your tongue. Notice the flavor, scent, and texture

Eat something or drink warm tea, coffee, or hot chocolate, and describe to yourself the taste and texture in great detail

Place a cool wash cloth on your face or hold something cold like a can of soda

Listen to soothing or familiar music. If possible, dance to it

Hum, sing, recite poetry, or make up a silly poem or story as you go

Pick up a book and read the first paragraph out loud

Hug another person (if interpersonal touch isn't a trigger). Pay attention to your own pressure and the physical sensations of doing so

Hug a tree! Register the smells of being outside, the wind, and the sights around you

Movement-Based Grounding Techniques

Breathe deeply and slowly and count your breaths

Grab tightly onto your chair or press your feet against the ground as firmly as you can

Rub your palms and clap your hands or wiggle your toes within your socks. Pay attention to the physical sensation of doing so

Stretch out your arms or legs, roll your head on your neck, or clench and unclench your fists

Stomp your feet, walk around, run, jump, ride a bike, do jumping jacks, or do yoga

While walking, notice each footstep and say to yourself "right" and "left" to correspond with the foot currently moving

Squeeze a pillow, stuffed animal, or ball

If you have a soft pet (dog or cat), brush its fur and stroke it. If you don't, brush your own hair slowly and without pulling too much

Color in an adult coloring book, finger paint, or draw anything that comes to mind without worrying about quality

Write whatever comes to mind even if it's nonsense. Try not to write about whatever is upsetting you until you're more capable of doing so without increasing the upset

Write a list of things that make you happy or look for cheerful pictures to make into a collage

Pop bubble wrap or blow and pop actual bubbles

Dig in the dirt or garden, jump on a pile of leaves, or splash around in puddles or mud

Rip up paper or stomp on aluminum cans to crush them

Imagery Techniques

Picture yourself breathing in relaxation, calm, positive feelings, or strength. Picture yourself breathing out whatever is upsetting you. It may help to pair this with imagery of breathing in soothing colors (usually blue, purple, or green) and out more intense colors (usually red or black)

If you need to relax, envision a soothing white or golden light slowly moving up your body, warming and relaxing every part of you that it touches. You can also think of it as protecting you from negativity or from harm

If the problem is intense or uncomfortable emotions, physical sensations, or memories, picture them being surrounded and neutralized by a bright and healing light, temporarily placed in a mental box to be stored for later, or dialed back by an internal controller of intensity

If you have a clear mental picture of what's upsetting you, mentally change it to something silly or harmless. If you're a fan of Harry Potter, cast a mental "riddikulus" to banish the negativity

Picture yourself calm, focused, and able to tackle whatever problems you're facing. Focus on how that would feel in the moment. What would your expression and posture be like? Make whatever changes you need to in order to make your reality reflect your goal

How to Make a Grounding Box

Get a box or basket

Personalize and decorate it with construction paper, wrapping paper, ribbon, stickers, drawings, paint, photographs, glitter, sequins, or anything else that you like

Keep within it:

A list of grounding techniques that you know work for you

A list of positive affirmations and happy memories

A list of the contact information of trusted friends or family who are willing to help and support you

Small sensory objects such as: scented candles, perfumes, or lotions; hard candies or gum; soft fabrics, a stress ball, a stuffed animal, or a fidget toy; happy pictures of you with friends; a CD with relaxing music or meditation tracks. Try to cover all of the senses

A list of possible distractions such as books to read or movies to watch

Small portable distractions such as a pack of playing cards, a small game, or a joke book

A list of comforting things to do such as taking a bubble bath, snuggling up in bed, or meditating

A small journal or notebook

In the Case of a Flashback

Tell yourself that you are having a flashback and are safe now

Remind yourself that the worst is over, and you survived it. What you're feeling now is just a reminder of that trauma and does not fit the present moment

Remind yourself of when and where you are, who you're currently with, and who you can contact if you need help (use the reorientation-focused grounding techniques)

Breathe deeply and slowly. Count your breathes and make sure that you're getting enough air

Use other mental, sensory, movement, and imagery techniques in order to distract yourself, calm yourself, and reorient yourself within the present

If possible or necessary, go somewhere where you can be alone or with a close friend, where you will feel safe, or where you feel protected or shielded

If there is anyone who you can trust or who will support you, reach out to them, let them know what happened, and let them know what you need, what would be best for you, or what they could do to help

Be gentle with yourself and take the time to really recover. If what helps you to recover is to color, take a bubble bath, hug a stuffed animal, or watch a children's movie and if it would not be disruptive to do such things at that point in time, embrace those options whole-heartedly

If possible, note or write down what triggered the flashback, what techniques you tried to use to disrupt the flashback, and what techniques helped

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quiet-and-disturbed · 2 years ago

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Obey Me! (Brothers)

Their favourite type of weather:

Lucifer:

Lucifer enjoys foggy days. When he wakes up, dragging himself up from the comforts of his sheets (or the hard surface of his desk) and looks out the window only to greeted by a silver haze shrouding his view of Diavolo’s castle, he knows it’ll be a good day. Mammon will most likely stay indoors, Levi has no reason to leave the house, Satan will spend his day curled up by a window with a book, Asmodeus won’t leave his room under the excuse that grey days dull his skin, Beel will work out indoors and Belphie will simply sleep. Whilst living with his brothers is never an easy feat, it certainly makes it easier to control the direction of any situation that may arise. Due to this, you may get a text from Lucifer early in the morning requesting for you to join him in the kitchen for a drink whilst he makes breakfast.

Mammon:

Mammon loves the Devildom during summer when the temperature soars and the skies above are clear. It’s the perfect opportunity to drive his car and the perfect excuse to steal you away from everyone for the day. Most often, on days like this he’ll drive late into the night with music blaring through the speakers, stopping off at a café for a tub of ice-cream piled high with toppings and a cool drink on his journey. He also says that days like this are the best for gambling as demons drink too much, and with the aided delirium of the heat they often end up as easy pickings for the Avatar of Greed.

Leviathan:

What’s better weather for a shut-in than rain? That’s what Levi often thinks whenever it’s raining. He can play his games and even has an excuse to invite you over under the guise that the bad weather means that going outside for the day isn’t really an option. He’s more than happy to stay inside, but if he’s dragged out for whatever reason he won’t mind the drops of water that patter against his skin. He enjoys feeling the cool water against his body, especially when in his demon form. When out with you he’ll often shift into his demon form, using his tail as a cover from the heavy droplets of rain, and as much as he’ll blush and stutter when doing it, he can’t hide the smile that creeps onto his lips.

Satan:

Satan relates to thunderstorms, to the fast flash or burning light followed by the tremors and roaring of the sky and the extremity of them within Devildom. They’re so often hated by many, whether it be the loud crashes or sparks that ignite the sky in a white light, but he finds comfort in them. He’ll fluff up a couple of pillows near a window and curl up with a book immersing himself in the delicate words printed on the page and the pattering of rain and rumbling clouds. He’d invite you to join him if he’s in the mood, holding you in his arms as he reads in silence. But if you fear the storms, he’ll make sure you’re alright, settling down beside you, stroking your back as he presses a kiss to your forehead murmuring comforting words into your ear.

Asmodeus:

Overcast is perfect for the day to day of Asmo’s life, and whilst he enjoys taking pictures with the moon and stars framing his features or holding a cute umbrella and posing amongst the streets during a rainy day, for the purpose of his skincare, overcast days are the best. With no harsh lights and protection from the rain that could oh-so easily was off his 15-step skincare routine, Asmodeus swears that overcast days are the best days for his beautiful face. He’ll often invite you out on walks when it’s overcast, asking that you come to his room beforehand so that you can get ready together before venturing out of the house and into the streets of Devildom.

Beelzebub:

Clear skies mean no unexpected weather, and as an athlete and one of the only brothers who’s strong enough to somewhat control Cerberus, unexpected weather is the worst. From sudden rain when he’s playing on the pitch to a sudden bolt of lightning and rumble of thunder when walking Cerberus, unexpected weather undoubtably dampens his mood. But clear skies pave the way for a good day and no unforeseen circumstances that could disrupt him. You once caught him talking to the flowers as he watered them, talking to them about his thoughts of the weather and how Levi had installed a weather app onto his D.D.D after an especially awful day.

Belphegor:

Snow for the demon who enjoys nothing more than an excuse to sleep. It seems fitting enough, and Belphegor agrees, especially when it means that his two favourite people have to stay in the house with him – and it's even better if they take a nap with him. Staying inside is quite often the best option, especially for his twin whose demon form can be particularly vulnerable to cold environments, and Belphie makes the most of it, curling up beside a fire and refusing to move. Snow also reminds him of times in the Celestial realm and how he used to play with his siblings and when he feels energetic enough to join his brothers outside for a snowball fight or to build a snowman it brings him back to a state of nostalgia.

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wornoutmouse · 4 years ago

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Cow Endeavor

Don't ask no questions you don't want answered. Either way, i have no answers for you. I cried while writing this

Praise kink, male lactation (🙃 say something i dare you) farm au, y'all know i love my breeding kink.

You were a simple farm hand. Every morning you'd wake up, feed the animals, and water the crops. It was your job to make sure everything was in order and working properly. In the essence of things working properly, that meant you had to take care of the farm's prized cow, Enji.

You weren't sure how or when he got here, he had just always been there. What you do know was that his performance in producing milk was so great that he had become the pinnacle for your farm, a mascot even. A cow that could make milk without even needing to be bred.

So it's understandable the panic everyone went into when their prized cow stopped producing his prized milk. "I just don't understand, he just had a calf but there's not even milk for hj., we had to result to bottle feeding!"

You pat Keigo's back reassuringly, "It's going to be okay, have you ever considered that maybe he's just too old now?" Takami's face paled, "You're right, what if our poor Endeavor has run his course?!" He then grips the front of your overalls and gazes you with a look that pierces your soul.

"You have to fix this, if they find out he's no longer making milk, you know what they'll do to him!" You nodded, retirement for farm animals was never fun, they'd either try to force his glands to make milk with dangerous chemically induced hormones, or it would be off to the chopping block.

So now, standing in front of Enji's stall, you take a deep breath to steady yourself. Though his primary caretaker, you had never seen Enji in person so this would be either overwhelming or underwhelming.

Opening the swinging doors, you stand amazed. It may be called a stall but it was nothing less than a renovated room. There was, of course, a wooden trough where his hay and water was, but there was also a nice bed for him and even a damn vanity with a 6ft tall mirror.

"Are you the butcher?" You jump and swivel your head around. There standing at a whopping 6,11, was the prized Enji.

His blue eyes were cold as they glared down at you, and if you hadn't seen his massive pecs, you would have confused him for a bull.

"Uh, no I'm not. I guess you could say I'm going to be your doctor today." Enji rolled his eyes and walked past you. He sits on his bed and for a moment, you saw a look of sadness etched in his scared face. A reminder of a past problem.

"Look I'd recommend you replace me with Touya, he can't do it as often but the quality in milk is just as good. I only ask that you allow little Shouto to sleep with him here, he gets terrible nightmares when he's alone."

You cursed your bleeding heart as you were two sentences from crying. Shouto was his most recent calf,, not even old enough to graze, yet he was far away from his mother where he should be, sucking and carefree.

"Well I hope it doesn't come to that, can you get comfortable?"

Enji lays on his back, sinking into the soft bed below him. You step out the stall and grab your bag of tools. You walk up to Enji and feel your face warm as he looks back at you. His face remained stoic as he watched your hands maneuver the bag clamps.

You let out a loud shriek as a warm hand envelopes your left breast. "If you were a cow, I'm sure you'd make excellent milk." You laugh awkwardly before breaking into a coughing fit as Enji releases you.

"Thanks, could you remove your top for me?" Enji sits up and does as you ask and you balk at how much bigger his chests were when released. "Mommy milkers." You whisper to yourself, catching Enji's attention. "What did you say?"

"Nothing!" You put your stethoscope in your ears, and hold the circle piece to his chest, uttering small apologies when he hisses at the cool temperature. You do the normal required check up before moving to the current task at hand.

You start to put on your latex gloves but it's stopped by Enji shading his head. "I don't like the way they feel." So with your bare hands, you examine his chest.

First you massage the skin around his nipple to try to coax some milk out. With no luck, you decide to pay attention to the actual nipples balancing from prodding to pinching them. "Normally when things like this happen it means that something could be blocking the exit." Enji huffed, "Why won't you people accept that I'm just old?!"

You ignore him and continue. You feel around the swell of his breasts and push inwards with two fingers. At that, you faintly catch the sight of his pink buds being coated with clear shiny liquid. Enji's face warmed at the feeling of it dripping down the valley of his chest.

"See, what did I tell you!? It just needed a little coaxing!" You press and prod more trying to coax a consistently white spurt of milk but soon run dry. Enji's face was completely red and sweat had accumulated on his brow. He was internally thankful for the pants he requested as an embarrassingly large bulge was present just below the fabric.

"S-See all that was just a shadow of what I once was." You flick his nip and shake your head, promptly missing how his eyes gently rolled back at the feeling. "Calm down edge lord. I think you need a constant force, I'm going to go get Shouta and see if he can suck more out and hopefully shift whatever is blocking."

You stand up and give Enji a reassuring smile. Rising into a panic, Enji grabbed your forearm, "Don't bring him!" You pout your lips, "Well who do you want me to bring?"

Enji grits his teeth, he didn't want any of his calves to see him in such a state, but he knew this was an opportunity for him to stay at the farm a little while longer. Gently, you feel yourself being tugged.

You trip over yourself, slightly leaning over Enji which gave him the perfect opportunity to cradle the back of your head. He says nothing as he holds you closer, and it wasn't until you saw his flushed face, that you realised what he wanted.

"E-Enji, I don't think this is appropriate I-" Enji wastes no time before pressing his hardened nipple into your partially open mouth. Your protest is muffled as he pressed your face closer. His eyes closed tightly as your warm breath fans over his cool skin.

Soon you realise that you were not going to be let go anytime soon. You reposition yourself the best he would allow you before closing your eyes as well, and sucking gently. Enji lets out a sigh that reverberated down his body.

You let out a muffled exclamation as you feel a warm liquid

flow into your mouth. It was thicker than the clear liquid you saw before, bittersweet and addicting without any additives. It was easy to see how Enji had become the prized cow.

Enji's grip slackened when he felt you relax against him, but you barely noticed as you became enraptured in the taste of his milk. In a strange way, suckling from him felt almost intimate in a maternal way.

Despite your innocent feelings, Enji found himself becoming aroused at the sight of you enjoying him. In all his years of work, he had never seen someone, besides his calves, drink his product.

"D-Do you like it?" You hum around him and he had to clench his teeth so he wouldn't release any sounds. You find yourself getting pliant in his arms, becoming more focused on getting more of the psweet liquid.

You soothingly lave your tongue around his nipple and Enji can't help but let out a small moan. His dick was painfully hard in his cotton pants and there was only so much he could take.

You remove yourself from him with a wet pop, before applying a kiss to his swollen bud. Rather high off happy chemicals, you stand shakily to your feet. Enji had drool and small dribbles of milk spurting from the unattended side of his chest. "You were so good for me Enji. I'm sure this will get you up and running in no time!"

With that, you utter a quick "thank you" and walk away, missing the large splotch of cum leaking from the fabric crotch of Enji's pants.

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It was 3 weeks before you saw Enji again. And you don't deny that you were avoiding him. What you did was beyond inappropriate and uncalled for. You should have pulled away and called for one of his calves.

But avoiding your job is just as easy as it sounds.

"Hey y/n, Enji thinks he's running dry again. Even though there seems to be nothing wrong when the machine mills him, I think you should go check and make sure." You stiffen and shovel a mouthful of lettuce into your mouth.

"If there's nothing wrong, I have no reason to go. Besides why can't you do it." Keigo looks at you with a raised eyebrow, "He requested you specifically." You feel your chest flutter with an unknown emotion and you quickly finish your lunch to avoid any conversation.

You enter Enji's stall the next day and watch silently as he immediately removes his shirt. Ever since your first meeting, his chests had doubled in size since the milk had finally been allowed to move freely. The sight of them excited you, and you couldn't help but feel conflicted.

You sit in a small chair next to Enji's bed and examine his swollen breasts. Even the slightest touch caused milk to spill forth and it became hard to ignore. "You're not really starting to dry up are you?"

Enji sighs before sitting up. "Ever since that day I couldn't get you out of my head." You tilted your head confused as Enji cups his breasts before trailing his large hands down his stomach to his crotch before gripping his obvious manhood.

"Enji this is going beyond inappropriate." The large man made a sound that was a cross between a desperate whine and a grunt similar to that of a bull. "Don't deny that you like it too, I saw the look on your face." You lowered your head unable to look at his eyes.

Thoughts mulled over in your head about what type of punishment you could receive from possibly contaminating merchandise. Would the milk be different? People have been sending letters about how much sweeter Enji's milk has gotten.

Ah, but the thought of Enji's sweet sustenance on your tongue made your mouth water. Enji hid a small smirk as he saw you finally make up your mind. He had missed you since your last encounter, he spent nights thinking of you as his tits swelled with milk.

You untie your work apron and toss it on the stool before straddling Enji's thick legs. In the back of your mind, the logistics of his height and weight made your shiver at the thought of his cock.

Enji brings you in for a kiss and the rather off putting taste of oats and spring grass floods your senses as your tongues intertwine. You use your hands to massage his breasts and feel your front become warm as you subsequently squeeze out some of his milk.

You place hurried kisses along his jaw as you make your way to the true treasure. The sweet taste of his milk overrides your morning meal and you are baffled by how different it was from last time.

Enji, no longer feeling shy, let out a groan as he holds your head close to him. His free hand pulls his leaking cock out and strokes it in time with your rough tongue as you press it against his sensitive bud.

"Harder my little flower." You sigh with contentment at the nickname and do as ordered. You feel Enji flex below you and you take pride in it.

You scoot your lower body closer to his groin and rock your hips against him. The feeling of your denim pants against his throbbing cock was almost too much yet too little.

"Please, let me be inside you." You raise your head to look at him and Enji almost coos at the milky dribble rolling out the corner of your mouth. You were such a small thing, needed to be fed, needed to be protected and most importantly, needed to be bred.

Dazed, you shimmy off your pants and underwear and grind your hips. "B-Be gentle okay?" You were trembling on top of him and it was absolutely adorable. "Of course my flower."

In the corridor Keigo was making his way towards Enji's stall. It had been beyond the recommended time for an examination so he was coming to see what was taking you so long.

As he comes upon the door, the sound of whining fills his ears. "Just a little bit longer, flower." His eyes widen and he takes four steps away from the stall door. "You sly fox y/n fraternizing with the produce." Keigo shakes his head in disapproval before shrugging with a small grin.

"None of my business."

The feeling of fullness was strange and uncomfortable. Enji was not long whatsoever, that was another characteristic that set him apart from the bulls. But he was thick to the point where you knew you'd have to work extra hard to accommodate him.

"You're doing so well for me flower." You rub your face against his bosom and resume drinking from him. The taste of his milk was therapeutic and before you knew it, he was thrusting fluidly inside of you.

The thickness of his shaft rubbed just right against your g-spot. The feeling of your soft lips alternating between each nipple, made Enji speed up his menstruations for he could no longer contain his pleasure.

He was sad that he couldn't bring you to completion as well but that can always be saved for next time. The feeling of his semen filling you felt just as amazing as the milk flooding your mouth and you clenched tightly around him.

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"It's not funny Keigo!" "Really? I think it's hilarious." You groan as you cradle your slightly protruding belly. You should have seen it coming, and subconsciously, you weren't surprised to see two pink lines on the pregnancy test that you took 4 months ago.

Now at 7 months and obviously showing, Keigo took the opportunity to bring up the fact that he was there when your new child was consummated therefore reserved the right to be it's godfather.

Telling Enji the news went scarily smooth as the cow bastard only replied with, "Of course you are pregnant, I'm the sire." Followed by him asking to try your milk as well, so he could critique. All his calves, now yearlings, seemed to take the news just fine and only seemed excited to pick baby names.

"Look, all I'm saying is, don't come crying when little junior starts asking about the family business." You groan as the dirty blond man continues his jokes. A small content smile is present on your face.

#black y/n #blackreader #am igonna lost my black card for this?#mha endeavor #endeavor smut #kinktober #male lactation #cow aesthetic #cow anthro #enji thirst #enji todoroki #enji smut #mha enji #bnha endeavor

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ppersonna · 5 years ago

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the landlord - myg | m

↳ summary- your air conditioner breaks right at the height of a recordbreaking heat wave. good thing your hot landlord, yoongi, knows how to attend to any needs you may have.

↳ rating- explicit / 18+

↳ word count- 4.3k

↳ pairing- yoongi x reader

↳ genre- smut, light crack, PWP

↳ warnings- basically the plot of a porn, theres no plot, the plot doesn’t make sense, seduction, oral sex (m/f receiving), penetrative sex, dirty talk, fun laughing giggly time during sex, honestly yoongi is great and i love him, maybe exhibitionism if u squint ???, cum sharing, finger sucking, motorboating

↳ a/n- did i just write basically the plotline of a bad porno? yes. did i love it? also yes. this was lowkey inspired by my own landlord coming over to my place (that i DIDNT SLEEP WITH) and i answered the door in a state of undress :/ i hate myself lol. anywwayyss! enjoy yoongi the landlord! pls feel free to interact with me because i need constant attention uwu

The inside of your apartment feels hotter than the blazing sun outside. Your air conditioner chose the worst week to fritz on you. A record-breaking heat wave.

Nothing helps. You open windows, blow fans, sit in front of your fridge, take cold showers. All just momentary bliss that ends too soon.

It finally breaks you and you muster up the courage to text your landlord, Yoongi.

You inhale a deep breath as you click on the name. Min Yoongi, landlord. Your eyes flutter shut for a moment without realizing.

Your landlord who lives in the same building as you is likely the hottest and most attractive man you’ve ever met. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t have a crush on the man. Every month, paying rent was torture. You wanted to fling your legs open to him and request he takes his payment another way.

But you never did. He always remained cool and expressionless and it was hard to get a read on the man, let alone see if he’s interested.

Your fingers slide across the keys, nibbling at your lip as you decide what to say.

[to: yoongi] hi! sorry to bother you but my ac appears to have died and im afraid ill be next at the rate of his heat wave 😩 no rush but id appreciate help!

Perfect. Simple, slightly cutesy. Emoji to express how chill you are.

Your phone vibrates almost instantly and a smile curves on your face.

[to: me] oh no, we can’t have that. haunted apartments are hard to rent out 😉 im out until late tonight but i can stop by first thing in the morning if that’s cool?

A flirty line? Is this… working?

[to: yoongi] tomorrow is great! and don’t worry, if i die i won’t haunt this apartment, i’ll haunt yours 😌

[to: me] see you tomorrow, poltergeist 👻

You’re leaping through the air at the idea of the hot landlord semi-flirting with you over text when you notice your apartment. It’s disgusting. Your face burns red and you instantly work on the space before Yoongi comes over. He can't see you like this.

Sleep is out of the question. After your ravage cleaning and polishing and organizing, you’ve worked up more than a sweat. A cold shower helps for a moment but you end up lying in bed feeling slightly wet and very, very hot. The humidity is draining.

You change into an outfit of a crop top and g-string panties. You aim the 3 fans in your room to point around your bed for direct wind contact. It helps, somewhat.

Sleep finally comes as dawn breaks. It’s cooled off enough that the ambient air around you is finally tolerable. Exhaustion overwhelms you, and you pass out, hard. Finally.

You’re broken from your exquisite dream of being nailed by your landlord when a loud knock wakes you up. It’s disorienting. You’re so tired you’re not even sure where you are at the moment, let alone who is at the door. The knock sounds again and you scurry to turn off the loud fans and book it to the door.

The door swings open and reveals your landlord, Yoongi.

“Oh, hi!” You’re excited to see him, for reasons beyond fixing your air conditioning.

Yoongi steps in and looks like he’s about to speak but opens his mouth and remains silent. His cheeks tingle a light shade of pink and he’s staring at your body. Did you drool all over yourself all night or something? What was he staring—

Oh god.

You glance down at your body. The crop top you hastily changed into in the middle of the night hits you a little lower than where your breasts end. The G string is non-existent. It covers almost nothing, which is why you opted for it last night in your desire to get cooled off.

You take a step back from the sexy landlord still gaping at you and shyly cross your arms over your chest.

“I’m sorry, I—it was hot,” you mutter. “I’ll go change.”

Yoongi licks his lips, then snaps his eyes up to you and finds his voice. “It’s fine. It’s your home,” he swallows. “It’s hot in here, so stay comfortable. Don’t want to overheat you.”

His eyes stare down yours intensely. It feels like your veins sizzle, and it’s not related to the scorching temperature of your studio apartment.

He breaks the contact first and heads towards the panel in the wall where the inner workings of the air conditioner hide.

You wait in your kitchen, enjoying the natural shadow and shade from no windows and a spot to hide from Yoongi.

What if he thought badly about you? What if he doesn’t find you attractive and thinks of this as a ploy to get him to lower your rent or something? How could you recover from this? Would it ever go back to being the same?

You’re anxiously tapping your fingers on the kitchen countertop, listening intently as the landlord fiddles with pipes and belts and mutters under his breath every so often. Eventually, you hear a soft ‘aha’ and your air con kicks right on. You think it’s the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard. Instantly you feel the machine push out air. It’s lukewarm now from disuse, but soon it will be frigid cold. You stand in front of the breeze and bask, arms open to let the wind blow through you.

Yoongi clears his throat, and it startles you, making you realize you’re standing in your house nearly naked, ass cheeks out on display, under-boob surely peeking out to say hi. Your face burns and it makes him chuckle as you jump and attempt to cover yourself somehow.

“How long was I standing there?” You ask quietly.

Yoongi can’t wipe the amused smirk on his face. “A few minutes,” he shrugs. “Glad it’s working now for you.”

The air rapidly cools as the machine continuously pumps out colder and colder air.

“Thank god. I owe you,” you sigh.

“Nah, that’s what rent pays for,” he smiles.

He makes his move to leave you alone, and you recognize this is it. This is your chance. You can ask him to fuck the shit out of you now. If he declines, well, the first of the month would start being more awkward. But if he accepts… it’s too blissful to imagine.

You grab at his arm as he walks past you. He stops in his tracks, and his eyes travel to where your hands meet his skin.

“I’m serious,” you attempt to sound as confident as you can. “I owe you.”

He arches a brow at you and turns completely to face you. Your hands hover at the hem of your tiny shirt, lifting a sliver to give him a glance of the bottom of a rounded globe.

“Let me repay you somehow?” you ask.

A smirk lifts at one side of his lips. “You think that will cover the cost?”

Your cheeks heat and you pull the shirt up higher, determined to get him in your bed or die trying.

“I’m hoping.”

Yoongi’s eyes zero in on your tits. Rounded and full, nipples prickling in the fresh and rapidly cooling air. He contemplates for a moment as he lets his eyes get their nice, long drink of you.

“Yeah, now that I think of it, that should be exact change.” He drops his bag of tools and approaches you quickly, hands cupping your head as he kisses you intensely.

He kisses you with all the fire of the heatwave outside, melting you from the inside out. You’re sure to be sweaty and clammy after you’re finished with him. He swipes his tongue over your lips, and there’s no hesitation to let him in. Your hands grip at his sides, pulling his shirt up as much as you can while trying to focus on making out with the hottest guy you’ve ever met.

He chuckles against your lips at your weak attempt to disrobe him and he reluctantly pulls a step away from you to take the shirt off. He stands there and allows you a quick look before he’s back on to you. His skin presses against your chilled nipples and the fire and ice sensation makes you shiver.

Yoongi kisses you passionately, you notice. Like a lover. It’s laced with deeper intention and you hope you’re not overthinking it. You will your brain to just shut up and enjoy. Emotions can come later.

Now, you’re the one to remove your lips from his and he pouts slightly at the loss. You smile and slide down to your knees, hands undoing the button of his tight jeans and tugging them down.

“Shit, babe, I think you may be overpaying me,” he admits. “Wasn’t that hard to fix.”

As a finger pulls down the front of his boxers to let his cock spring free, you flick a smirk up to his face.

“Then consider this my repayment for being late on rent all those months,” you state before shifting your gaze back to his hardened cock. It’s gathered pre-cum at the head and you wonder if he’s been hard and wanting since he got here and first saw you. The thought is intoxicating and spurs you on.

Your tongue licks up the slick at the tip that threatens to drip off, before it swirls around the bulbous head. Yoongi isn’t afraid to be loud, it seems. You supposed you wouldn’t be afraid if you owned the building too. Who will complain? And to who?

“Hoooooly fuck,” he gasps. “Sh—shit I might let you pay rent like this for the rest of your lease.”

You pop your mouth off and lick your lips, allowing your hand to grip his shaft and begin stroking him.

“I don’t want to pay rent this way. How about we consider it a perk?” You smile, pressing forward to kiss his tip teasingly.

“God, a girl who doesn’t want to fuck me just to take advantage of me? And she’s hot as fuck and wants to blow me for fun?” he quirks his head. “Shit, be careful or I’ll end up falling in love.”

It makes your head spin a little and you suckle at the tip a little longer, making him keen, before you pull away again.

“Maybe that was the plan all along,” you simper, then take him in fully, letting his tip glide down your mouth to the back of your throat. He groans loudly, and it’s the most satisfying sound. It makes you want to do this more. Every day if you could.

You get to work, sucking him in, allowing him passage to your throat, vacuuming your cheeks to add additional pressure, gliding your hands up and down the slick shaft to assist you in touching every single bit. Yoongi is thriving. He can’t believe his luck. The hottest girl in the complex, the girl he’s secretly pined over, is sucking his cock as if her life depends on it.

You’re salivating at the act now, saliva spilling out your mouth as you continue to envelop his cock quickly. You slip it out of your mouth to lean down and lick and suck at his balls, which makes him hum in absolute pleasure. You don’t remain long—his cock is nearly pulsating with desire. Your mouth returns to its rightful place and as you’re licking and sucking and pumping and stroking him, you maintain even and sensual eye contact with him.

You want him to know this isn’t a chore, a means to an end. You want him to know you’ve dreamt of him fucking your throat raw every night since you moved in.

Yoongi got the picture pretty quickly. His mouth drops open as he openly gapes at your work, giving him probably the best and hottest blowjob of his life.

Your tongue swirls at the ridge of his head and Yoongi feels it snap—the tightness that holds everything back. He fucks desperately into your throat, relishing in the feel of your gagging and moaning. It didn’t take long until he was seeing it through to the end, pumping hot white ropes down your throat while he moaned out your name with a string of expletives.

The immoral pop noise your mouth made as you pull off his cock makes the blue-haired landlord standing above you moan.

“Fucking hell—where the fuck have you been all my life?” he sighs as he cups his hand under your chin. He beckons you back up, desperate to kiss you. You oblige and return to standing, pressing against his body to pull him in to a dirty kiss.

“Upstairs, apparently,” you murmur.

He swipes his tongue on yours, tastes himself there, and decides he wants to taste himself on you all the time. His hands slide down to your ass, the g string still curving down the line. He snaps at the straps as you kiss, making you puff a laugh against his lips before pulling away.

“I’d be willing to fix your leaky faucet in the bathroom if you let me eat you out,” he offers.

You’re tugging him towards your bed, knocking over multiple fans in the process, and flopping onto the mattress, landing on your back.

“Throw in fixing the squeaky wheel on my closet, and you’ve got yourself a deal,” you joke, spreading your legs to give him the tiniest clue of what lays between.

He sighs dramatically with a smile, “Needy tenant,” before he slips down to hover over you. He intends to kiss and lick every part of your body, starting with the tits that hypnotized him.

“Can’t believe you opened the door like that,” he chuckled as he plucked a nipple between his fingers and lightly rolled it. “I thought I was dreaming.”

The feeling is instant, electricity sparking at the tips of your nipples and warming its way around your body, directly to your cunt. You’re absolutely certain that by the time Min Yoongi reaches his mouth to your core, he’ll drown in it.

He moves forward and wraps his lips around the bud, allowing his hands to travel to the neglected one and to squeeze and pinch and prod. He’s rewarded with your beautiful sighs and gasps—it’s sweeter than any song he’s ever heard.

He presses your tits together and rubs his face in the cleavage there, making you gasp and laugh at the same time. He gazes up at you and flashes his gummy smile.

“I’ve really wanted to do that,” he admits, which makes you giggle again.

“Be my guest,” you approve. He takes your reply and does it again for just a moment, before he’s kissing and sucking at the flesh of your breasts. He wants to mark you, leave a piece of him for you to remember every time you see yourself. You moan in appreciation and rub your thighs together, desperate at the ache that grows with every nip and nibble of Yoongi’s lips and teeth.

He seems to understand and trails down, kissing and sucking at your long torso, abdomen, hips. He leaves little bruises everywhere and you want them to last forever. You want him to mark you and claim you as his own.

His fingers slip around the thin straps of your underwear, and he tugs them right off. He’s unable to stop the loud moan when he notices the slick that strings between them and your folds. You’re drenched, and he marveled at how excited you were about him.

“Fuck, babe—” he sighs as he lowers his chest down to lie in front of your spread thighs. Your center is weeping, slicked with your arousal and he can tell you’re desperate for friction, for anything. “Look at this perfect fucking pussy.”

You whimper as you can feel his breath so close to where you need him.

“Yoongi, please,” you whine. “I’m so fucking horny.”

“I can tell,” he hums. “Keep moaning my name like that and I’ll make sure you’re always horny and ready for me.”

He lowers his lips, hovering millimeters from your slit. He holds it there as he watches your anguished face nearly burst at how close and yet how far he is, before he obliges you and presses into you.

You gasp at the first swipe of his tongue on your clit. He maintains a soft up and down motion on the nub and you’re already seeing stars. He steadily increases the pressure and the speed, then spices it up by swirling his tongue around in different shapes, spelling out his name on your cunt with his tongue to remind you just who got you this fucking soaked.

Your legs falter and quiver as he slips his tongue deeper inside you, licking into your hole and nearly drinking you up. He pulls back and devotes his attention to your clit and your moans turn from soft gasps and pleas to loud whines as he slips his fingers into your cunt and slowly fucks you, spreading you out. He’s not small by any means, he feels he can get you ready to go.

“I want you to cum for me on my tongue,” he states, matter-of-factly. “I want to feel you on my fingers.”

You nod, plucking at your own nipples with one hand as the other seeks purchase in his hair.

“Can you do that for me, babe? Can you cum for me and get my hand nice and drenched? I want to lick it off my fingers.”

His fingers get frantic and he splits his time between suckling and laving at your clit and encouraging you with illicit requests and praises.

Yoongi continues, never letting up or even giving an inkling of a hint he’s tiring. His hand works like a machine and he slips yet another finger inside your heat, making you arch off the bed. He licks at your clit with just the right pressure, and he picks up the speed and it sends you tumbling towards your orgasm. You feel the breath leave your lungs as it hits you, core and channel muscles squeezing him tight and legs shaking around his body. Your moans echo off the small apartment walls, only drowned out by the sound of the fresh air-con still running.

“Oh, my god Yoongi—” you pant. “I’ve never cum so hard from oral in my life.”

He pulls his fingers from inside you as you come back down from your high and chuckles at your words. True to his promise, he lets the slick glisten on his finger and marvels at it, before he’s popping the fingers into his mouth and sucking them clean.

“You taste so fucking good,” he compliments, and it makes your chest tighten and tips of your ears turn red. “Fuck, I could eat you every fucking day.”

You smirk, still sensitive but feeling the desperate ache inside you needy for him and his thick cock. Your legs spread open as he lays between them and you’re wiggling your hips to get his attention.

“I’m sure we could arrange something in my lease for that,” you tease. “I could suck your cock hourly, honestly.”

He groans as he sits up between your legs, cock resting heavily on top of your mound. It’s so close, so close to where you need it to be. You appreciate the thick member as it rests and as Yoongi catches his breath. It’s thick and long, on top of your mound the tip reaches to the tiny swell of your stomach. You know you will not be able to walk tomorrow, that’s for sure.

“You’re telling me I could have been going down on you and been getting my dick sucked by the hottest girl on the planet this whole time and all I’ve done is give you shit about rent?”

You stifle a laugh and spread your legs open wider. “Looks like it. We better make up for all that lost time, don’t you think?”

His cock is rigid, almost stone, and he agrees heartily.

“Fuck yeah, we should. I’ve been dreaming about being inside you.”

He sounds so dirty, looks so sinful—it’s all so much and you’re almost begging for him to take you.

He reaches down to the pants on the floor that dropped and shimmies a condom out of his wallet. You send him a look that he silences with a roll of his eyes.

“Every dude has one, chill,” he mumbles. “I haven’t gotten laid in like a year and a half.” He pales as he realizes what he just said. “Not that it matters. Or that I care. Or that you care—christ can we fuck now please?” He asks as he rolls the rubber onto his stiff cock.

You’re laughing a bit, not at him but with him, and you lean up on your elbows to kiss his lips. “If it makes it better, I haven’t gotten laid in 3 years so I’m the loser by comparison,” you assure.

He wants to ask you how the fuck you haven’t gotten laid in that long because you’re the hottest god damn person he thinks he’s ever seen, but he realizes he doesn’t care and that it works out in his favor because Yoongi doesn’t like competition.

“Looks like the landlord needs to fix yet another problem of yours,” he winks as he lines himself up. You lean back onto the pillows and sigh as you feel the touch of his head right at the opening of your slit.

In one slow motion, he slides himself to the hilt. It’s tight, so fucking tight even after one orgasm, and Yoongi nearly hollers at the feel. He’s sure his eyes are rolling back in his head. It’s warm and tight and wet and even through a condom he’s in absolute bliss. He’s hoping one day he can try it without—fuck you raw and stuff you full of his cum.

He’s still inside you, and after a moment to breathe and adjust to the thick girth of him, you’re whining. “Yoongi, fuck me, I need you so fucking bad.”

A feral groan leaves his lips, and he’s off, beginning a pace that has him hoarse from moaning in no time. He’s never felt so good inside a cunt before, never understood how some men could do crazy shit for ‘magic pussy’, but now he gets it—he realizes he’d probably do some dumb things for a chance to be inside you again.

“Oh, yeah—” you whine. “S-shit, you’re so fucking big, Yoongi. Fuck me nice and deep.”

“Mmm, yeah? You want me to bruise your cervix? Want me to make this cunt remember my fucking cock?” He thrusts harder, pushing into you with diligent speed and intensity. “Gonna make sure you can never cum from another cock again, only mine.”

You’re losing your breath with how hard he’s fucking into you, both your moans and pants coming out in quick little bursts between his thrusts.

“Y-y-yes! Yo-o-ongi! Right there!” He hits a spot that feels so good, and you feel the pull towards orgasm tighten.

“God—you feel so. fucking. good.” he emphasizes with a thrust. “Need to feed your tiny pussy my dick every day, hm? Needy little cunt needs my thick cock.”

Tears form in your eyes. The depths he reaches inside you nearly scrambles your brains—you forget everything that isn’t Yoongi and his perfect thickness spearing inside you.

“Yoongi! Gonna c-cum!”

He goes harder, becomes rabid for your second orgasm and wants to feel the way you squeezed his fingers on his cock, knowing the channel will feel even impossibly tighter.

“That’s right, good girl,” he praises while he maintains a punishing pace. “Let me see you cum on this cock, baby, wanna see that pretty little pussy all creamy for me.”

His thumb rubs at your clit, moving it in circular motions, and diverts his eyesight between watching your full tits bounce and your lips open and close in pure bliss. You’re the definition of fucked out and Yoongi feels a surge of testosterone at the sight—knowing he was responsible.

“O-oh! Th-there!” You’re frantic and he can tell you’re right on the edge. He goes even faster, deeper and harder, and it’s the final straw. You’re catapulted off the edge and thrown headfirst into your orgasm. As he suspected, your perfect cunt pulsates around him like a fist and he’s groaning and stuttering as it triggers his own release.

It takes a few moments for both of you to come down, before he pulls his softening cock from within you and disposes of the condom. You’re breathing hard, and he’s smiling at the sheen of sweat on your body.

“Good thing I got that AC fixed today, hm?” He asks as he leans over to kiss at your lips.

You grin and pull him down to lay next to you, snuggling into his body. He holds onto you and kisses your head. He feels a level of contentment he’s never felt before.

You break the silence. “Now, as the landlord’s girlfriend, do I get any special perks? Like you’ll throw the utilities into my rent? Free cable?”

He chuckles against your forehead. “Not a fucking chance, babe.”

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lepusrufus · 3 years ago

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To bargain for immortality pt.4

The first thing to come to her conscious mind as soon as she woke up were always the faint distant sounds of her home. Faint, as not only was Cassandra's bedroom on one of the higher floors, but any staff members knew better than to make noise while their mistresses were sleeping. Distant barking made its way past a window left ajar, accompanied by scribbling noises.

Nicole turned around, legs tangled in the blanket that was shared until not long ago, to look for a colder spot warranted by the warm May weather. The realization that she was alone in bed made its way through the haze still remaining from sleep. That, in itself, was not unusual as Cassandra almost always woke up first and busied herself with something while waiting for her to wake up.

"Cassandra?" She called out quietly, voice still groggy with sleep and eyes not even bothering to open.

"Just a moment," came her response from the other side of the room, likely the desk, as the scratchy sound of pencil on paper stopped.

The chair was pushed away and a handful of steps took Cassandra to the door, where a maid was waiting outside as per routine. After a couple hushed instructions, the door clicked shut again and she finally approached the bed, looking down at her wife with fondness. She bent down to leave a kiss on top of messy auburn hair.

"Good morning."

Her answer came in the form of a returned kiss and impatient tug of her hand, that she gladly indulged by sitting down on top of the soft cushions that she had priorly abandoned. Nicole wasted no time in wrapping an arm around her waist and nuzzling into her side, happy to feel the cool skin underneath a thin grey robe. Cassandra decided that her wife seemed awake enough to receive news, despite the obvious refusal to even crack an eye open.

"Bela wants to go into town later and asked if we'd like to come."

There they were, emerald eyes finally open and staring up at her in surprise.

"Did you say yes?"

Cassandra scoffed. "And finally get the chance to go out and stretch my legs after being locked up in the castle for all winter? Absolutely not."

That got her an eye roll. "In that case I'll keep on sleeping through the whole evening," Nicole said, pretending to go back to the dream she had just left unfinished, something the mild tiredness that had settled in her body seemed more than happy about.

"Oh no you don't."

Two strong hands gripped her shoulders and shifted her into Cassandra's lap, thin lips intoxicatingly close to her ear. "I even prepared the perfect outfits for the two of us, I simply cannot believe you'd pass up this opportunity for some extra sleep."

Nicole laughed at the feign offense, voice finally clear and free from the morning raspiness. She stretched her arms upwards with a few satisfying pops and then let her hands rest on Cassandra's shoulders.

"My, that's so thoughtful of you," she said, leaving a soft kiss on her lips. "Good morning."

The moment was kindly interrupted by a curt knock on the heavy door. Nicole groaned and moved back on the bed, pulling a nightgown that certainly did not belong to her loosely over her shoulders. When she was covered enough to not put on a show, Cassandra chuckled and addressed the still closed door.

"Come in."

A young woman entered the room, one of the latest additions to the kitchen staff as per Cynthia's request, with a tray expertly balanced in one hand, while the other held the leash of one of the thankfully well behaved hounds.

"Eris!" Nicole greeted the black dog, who snapped its big brown eyes in her direction and started wagging its tail. Thankfully for the girl holding the leash, the dog was expertly trained and did not lunge away to its owners. Instead it followed along, not tugging on the leash until both were just by the bed.

"Breakfast, my ladies."

A small assortment of drinks, together with a plate were placed from the silver tray to the small table on Cassandra's side. One wine glass was filled with fresh crimson blood, a cup of hot tea was sitting right beside it, steam rising up from the liquid inside and, in the smaller cup, dark coffee. On the plate, a freshly baked croissant and a small assortment of berries were waiting invitingly.

"And Eris, as you requested."

The girl held up the leash, but Cassandra simply waved a dismissive hand. "Just let her go. And leave the leash on my desk."

She did as was instructed, unhooking the leash with a soft metal click and placing it, coiled up neatly, on the carefully polished wood of the desk. Then, with a slight bow, she left the two alone once again.

Nicole didn't acknowledge that, too busy patting the spot by her side for the black hound to jump up. Cassandra opened her mouth to protest, but was a second too late as the dog was already in her wife's lap getting head and neck scratches. She sighed. At least all the hounds were kept squeaky clean outside hunting sessions.

"Stop spoiling our hunting dogs."

"Oh darling don't worry, I have no power over Carolina's training," she emphasized by snapping a finger and pointing it to the far side or the bed, direction that the dog followed dutifully, curling up on top of a folded blanket. "Good girl," she cooed at the furry beast, which elicited a tail wag.

Cassandra shook her head with a small smile tugging at her lips. She passed the small coffee cup to her wife, who took a tentative sip to test the temperature. It was lukewarm, as it always was, the routine of all the family ingrained into each and every staff member to the dot. They knew how Nicole liked her coffee, what tea to pair with any kind of breakfast and, probably most important for their sake, exactly how much blood, down to the milliliter, Cassandra liked to drink in the morning. Well, early evening, but who kept track.

The bitter liquid was downed in mere seconds, the taste accompanied by a sour grimace. Nicole did not like coffee in the slightest, having lost any possible appetite for the bitter taste after drinking one too many, or a thousand too many, cups during her days in med school. Unfortunately, it still did its job of waking her up, so a compromise with a sweet cup of fruity tea right afterwards had to be made.

She passed the empty cup back to Cassandra, who replaced it with the tea.

"I have to say, seeing your face scrunched up in disgust every morning is most entertaining."

"Happy to see my attempt at waking up is enjoyable for you," she replied with a pointed look thrown over the porcelain edge of the mug.

The look however was replaced by a content sigh upon sipping on the tea, the prior bitter taste slowly replaced by a blissful blend of fruit and lavender. While their cook Cynthia was downright an expert at preparing all kinds of meat, human included, her biggest talent was creating the best blends of tea, never too overpowering but always with a balanced taste. At least according to Nicole, and she would hold that opinion to the day she died.

While waiting for the liquid to get to a more drinkable temperature, her attention went back to the dog now sprawled on its side. "Why did you ask for Eris?"

Cassandra took another long sip of her drink, far more elegant than one would expect from a woman who had no issue regularly walking around covered in blood. "I just thought we could bring her along, I know she's your favorite," she finished with a smirk.

"That's not true," Nicole quickly replied, as if she were a mother accused of having a favorite child, which only made Cassandra's grin grow wider. She cleared her throat in an attempt to save some face. "I love all our dogs equally, Eris is just… particularly well behaved, yes."

Her wife simply chuckled, not having bought any of her excuses for playing favorites. Not that Cassandra wasn't guilty of that either. Her first response to picking a favorite would be not unlike Nicole's, but she had a particular fondness for Freya, one of their Finnish hounds, who always seemed so eager to sniff out prey on the hunts. She would be lying to say that she didn't entertain the idea of asking her mother to infect some of their best dogs from time to time, their short lives feeling like blinks of an eye compared to her own immortality.

She placed the now empty glass back on the table, not quite as graceful as her mother always did after a meal. They had plenty of time, so getting up was not yet in either of their schedules.

"Are we going somewhere in particular, or just out for a stretch," Nicole asked in between sips.

"Bela has to pick something up and Dani, surprising to precisely no one, wants to visit the bookshop," Cassandra started with a slight eye roll, leaning on her side on top of the cushions and starting to toy with the hem of Nicole's sleeve. "Since we're doing none of that boring stuff, I thought you'd like to choose."

Nicole tapped a finger of the white rim of her mug, nail making a soft clink. She sighed. "Just a walk around town, I'm really dying to get out too."

"You do realize you're not confined to the castle during winter like I am right," Cassandra laughed.

"And leave my beloved wife all alone while I go out and about," her reply was overly dramatic, complete with a hand gingerly placed over her heart almost as if such an idea was close to blasphemous. It only gained her a small snort.

"Should I remind you that I've spent decades in this castle? I promise I can bear it."

Okay, grandma.

With the tea finally gone, Nicole placed the tall mug on the nightstand closest to her, effectively freeing her hands. Free to trace tender fingers up Cassandra's arm, her neck and around the intricate lace of her choker to toy with the fine chains decorating it.

"You sure about that?" Her voice was sickly sweet, all too aware of her unbeatable talent of making someone as sadistic as her wife melt with little more than a hushed tone and gentle hands.

Cassandra did not respond right away. She was nothing if not a prideful person and admitting to the fact that yes, she would miss her, even for a handful of hours, was not particularly high on her list of things to be said out loud. It was almost an unbearably clingy kind, their relationship. Or at least that's what someone who did not know better would say. Truth be told, they were both the kind of people that looked almost desperately, although a desperation worn with odd grace, for comfort in other people. People they would then fight tooth and nail, or more accurately fang and claw, to keep close. It was obvious in the way Cassandra took on the role as protector of the family, nevermind the fact that Alcina would cut any possible threats to pieces before any of them had time to lift a finger. Obvious, also in the way she was so protective over Nicole herself, the beautifully engraved dagger always strapped to the redhead’s side either under a lab coat or at the belt of a dress rendered little more than a fancy accessory.

Cassandra chuckled, wrapping long fingers around her hand and taking it away from her necklace. "Why don't we get dressed before Bela comes to nag at us mm?" Then black lips were gingerly pressed to the skin, leaving a small kiss on top of bony knuckles.

With a shrug and a less than gracious stretch accompanied by a yawn, Nicole got out from under the covers, the red velvety fabric of the robe flowing after her like an impromptu cape.

"Are you wearing my robe," Cassandra's voice came from behind her, together with hands placed on her waist.

Duh.

Not that Cassandra ever truly complained. Finding the oversized clothing her wife often wore quite endearing.

"It does look quite charming on me you have to admit."

"You're practically swimming in it."

Nicole rolled her eyes which only prompted a small laugh.

They fixed themselves enough to be semi presentable for the small distance that separated the bedroom and the dressing room. Nicole was about to suggest wearing something more casual, but the fact that going out for the first time after the long winter months was almost reason for a small celebration for all three of the Dimitrescu sisters made her shut down that train of thought. No harm in being fancy on occasion after all.

The outfits Cassandra had picked out were nothing short of perfect for the occasion. Matching black dresses, Nicole's a tad lighter with a lacy collar and frilly hems complete with a white vest-like corset, while Cassandra's was made out of a thicker fabric and went down almost to the floor, surely due to her tendency to get cold easily.

Not being the kind that lingered in the dressing room too long, that was more Daniela's style, it took little for them to get dressed. The occasional helping hand for small things that one could maybe twist and turn to do themselves, but why bother when you have a perfectly willing to help spouse, was something they both enjoyed and took a couple extra precious moments to let a hand linger or fingers to trace expertly done sems. After some makeup was applied and the leash was hooked back to Eris' collar, they finally made their way downstairs.

They were close to fashionably late it seemed, as Bela, Daniela and Anita were already waiting in the main hall, the eldest throwing a miffed expression their way upon seeing them descend the grand staircase.

Nicole noticed the absence of one of their usual party members. "Isn't Laura coming with us?"

"She had to go to Donna's this morning. Spring preparations and all," Bela's reply came dangerously close to being accompanied by an uncharacteristic pout.

Oh. Someone's in a sour mood.

They made their way down the stone paved road that connected the castle to the town in relative silence, interrupted only once by Bela telling them when they would meet up to head back home. Other than that, they just enjoyed the short walk. And for good reason, the road was surrounded by beautiful rose bushes on both sides, with pine trees expanding beyond them and the sounds of birds and nocturnal animals beginning to wake up blending together in a quiet murmur so typical to the forest.

Once in the town square under the familiar angel statue, Bela wordlessly left them in favor of making her way down a small street. Daniela and Anita seemed more courteous and said their goodbyes and see-you-laters as they turned around, chattering about something only they understood.

Left alone, with their dog whose leash was attached to the same belt Cassandra's sickle was, they started walking down the quiet streets. It was almost sundown, so even the small crowd of people usually going about their business was almost non-existent, knowing better than to be out at night without good reason.

Something that Nicole was yet to grow bored of, even after a few years spent at the castle, was the small architectural oddities around town. It looked quite regular, albeit old, at first glance but a closer look would reveal the rich symbolism resulting from the centuries of being quite literally broken off from the rest of the world and almost frozen in time.

The go to flowers planted in front of buildings were crimson roses, the familiar patterns of swirling vines and leaves engraved into walls and lamp posts. A bakery they passed by had three sickles hanging behind the glass, complementing the harvest theme the entire shop had, together with dried wheat in vases and warm inviting colors on the walls. The one fishery that everyone in town knew had a mermaid gracefully swimming in a panel just above its entrance and horseshoes were nailed to most doors leading to houses or small apartment buildings. Even a toy store had a suspiciously Angie-like doll, although without the cracks and signs of time its original counterpart sported, looking out at any passersby.

One thing that could never go unnoticed however, were the crows. Statues of the birds, big or small, could be seen anywhere, from street corners to rooftops and atop building entrances. Some had their wings spread out, ready to take flight were they not trapped by stone bodies, others had their bills open wide in a silent croak and some were simply looking on. Real crows were also incredibly common, replacing the pigeons any other city had in favor of the black birds, ironically roosting on the statues of themselves quite often and kindly providing the city background noise with their caws. Nicole inquired about their presence once, and Cassandra had explained how the locals see crows as good luck, being a symbol to Mother Miranda. Many people fed them and even had buildings upon which small towers were erected with the purpose of giving the birds space to make nests.

Nicole had a strong suspicion that some of the birds were a little more than they let on, especially after seeing their so-called goddess break into a flock on multiple occasions. Sometimes, you would look at one of the crows perched on a power line connecting two buildings, and icy grey would stare back, the depth in those eyes far too human to belong to any bird.

Her slight glare towards one crow that seemed to look at them from a windowsill was interrupted by the memory of a small list she had tucked in her pocket before leaving.

"Oh, I need to pass by the pharmacy to pick up a few things we ran out of."

Cassandra simply shrugged. "Sure," and she looked around for a moment to find the street that would take them there fastest. Not like they had any plans other than enjoying the pseudo freedom that being out of the castle gave them.

The pharmacy was oh so conveniently located on the other side of town, adjacent to the hospital near the reservoir. Ever since Miranda had found ways to lessen the negative effects of his mutation, Moreau was the designated town doctor, but due to the still somewhat volatile transformations he was still mostly confined to the place and it's murky waters, a fact that he despised greatly. It was an obvious choice, then, to erect the hospital there. It was a small building not unlike the rest of the town's architecture when it came to size, no more than three floors high and with a small staff that Moreau himself had to teach the ins and outs of medical practice. If memory serves right, even Miranda and her assistants had taught some people particularly well versed in the sciences how to operate the equipment and patients alike. Medical training seemed to be hard to come by around here and Nicole had a gnawing suspicion that it was the reason she was still alive.

The building coming into view behind the trees and the paved road that cut through the small stretch of woods separating the town and reservoir looked oddly new in comparison to the rest, as it had been erected only a couple decades prior. Attached to it, a smaller house with matching tiles on the roof and a sign that read Farmacie above the entrance's double doors.

Dogs were normally not allowed inside, but who was going to stop them of all people from marching right in, black hound happily walking by their side. They were the only ones inside, save for a short woman sitting behind the counter, panic flashing in her eyes when her gaze fell on Cassandra's tall frame, hand in hand with Nicole who was at the moment too occupied with pulling out the list of meds she had written. She gave it a once over and, sure that she had everything down, passed the paper to the pharmacist, who knew better than to ask if she had any prescriptions.

"You could've sent someone to fetch these for you," Cassandra said, eyes following the woman as she disappeared behind tall shelves full of small boxes and pill bottles.

"I know, I just didn't want to wait. I don't like running out of supplies," Nicole shrugged.

Plus, Nicole was way less likely to be questioned on why she's buying twenty different kinds of meds than a random maid. Partly because the pharmacist recognized her and partly because any sane person here knew better than not obliging when Cassandra was looming behind her. A small smirk graced her lips at the thought and a sly look was given to her wife, who was too busy playing with the dog's floppy ears to notice. Eris raised her head at the unforgivable offense, playfully trying to nip at the gloved hands that were tickling her, getting a giggle out of the brunette.

All three were distracted by the soft clink of a bell hanging above the door, indicating that someone had entered the pharmacy. It was an older man, looking to be in his sixties, heavily leaning on a crutch held in his right hand.

Cassandra's features morphed into a scowl and Nicole could practically hear the man-thing going through her mind. The man was probably on the verge of doing a complete one eighty and exit the pharmacy, when a voice called out from behind the counter.

"Ah Andrei, I have something for that infection of yours, hold on a moment," the pharmacist called out, before handing Nicole a sizable paper bag full of what she had requested.

She felt an unwelcomed whiff of decay as Cassandra took the bag from her hands, and sniffled in an attempt to ward off the stinging sensation in her nose. She fumbled with the credit card, mentally cursing the payment for not transferring quicker when the smell was starting to make her eyes water the slightest bit.

"Is everything alright my lady?"

The man's voice, full of genuine worry came from behind them, having moved closer upon the pharmacist's urging, and the putrid stench of death and decomposition flooded Nicole's senses together with the slick sensation of blood running down her face. She had to force down a gag as she shoved the card back into a pocket and all but ran out the door, worried wife in toe.

"Nicole what-" Cassandra swallowed any words she had at the sight of the blood flowing down and staining the until moments before immaculate white of her wife's corset.

Nicole made her way to a corner of the building that nobody seemed to go to, and leaned against the wall, eyes squeezed shut and trying to ward off the lightheadedness.

For someone who spent years working on dead bodies in various stages of decomposition, one would think that the smell of death did not bother her. And it didn't. But this was different, the stench seeming to make its way into her skin and clinging to her senses, coating her throat as if trying to choke her out in the most disgusting way possible. Not to mention that there was no actual dead body around.

She coughed out the blood that didn't make its way out of her nostrils and instead decided to go the throat route. Her hands were a crimson mess and so were her face and dress, a pang of guilt shooting through her for having ruined the outfit picked by Cassandra. At least the bleeding seemed to stop and so did the horrid stench.

Cassandra didn't seem to care, nor even notice, the ruined fabric. Instead she pulled out a handkerchief from a pocket and started to gently wipe the blood away from pale skin.

"What's wrong?" She asked and Nicole could only shake her head.

"I don't know. I don't know why this keeps happening," she almost ran her hands down her face in frustration but had enough clarity of mind to remember how dirty they were. "I thought it would go away, and for a while it did. I don't understand what the hell is wrong with me," she added, voice rising the slightest bit.

Cassandra grimaced, trying to get her face clean. "We can talk to Mother when we get back."

A defeated sigh made its way past bloody lips. Nicole had her doubts that Alcina would know any more than them on the situation, which was nothing. They knew nothing.

She grabbed Cassandra's hand to steady herself back on her feet, mind drifting to what she didn't want to think was her only solution.

If there was anyone who could get to the end of this, it was Mother Miranda.

#unhinged maiden™ my beloved #cassandra dimitrescu x maiden #to bargain for immortality #fanfic #doggo!!!#some fluff for a break aye #go out they said itll be fun they said

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The Blanket Incident

Just some Hotch/Morgan to start off the Monday

Derek takes one good look at himself, double-checks the tie he may or may not have stolen from Aaron, before nodding and deciding he’s got to get out of this house before he’s late for work. The BAU can handle one missing adult but it will burn to the ground without at least one person wearing the decision hat. He grabs his coat off the back of the chair and as he opens the bedroom door there’s a low, pained groan from the mass of blankets still curled up on the bed. Derek rolls his eyes but answers to what he thinks is a whiny rasp of his name.

He squats down by Aaron’s side of the bed, smirking as he pushes two or three layers of blanket around until he can see his loves flushed face looking back at him. “There you are,” he whispers. “I was just about to go.” Derek takes in Aaron’s red-rimmed eyes, that sleepy gaze he settles over Derek. He’s just content to have Derek close, within his line of sight. Derek doesn’t want to leave him.

Even under his mass of blankets, as Derek walked around their room stealing a tie from Aaron’s dresser and hunting down a solid white shirt, he could hear Aaron breathing. Choked, thick sounds as he exhaled too far and curled deeper into his nest, coughing until it hurt too much and he just held his breath through the next round. Each of those sounds, even the softer ones he made in his sleep, were just breaking Derek down. Eroding his decision to go to work and leave Aaron here. Now he’s looking at Aaron and wondering if this is really the right choice.

“You weren’t going to say goodbye?” Hotch asks, face pinched in a way that Derek’s only seen on Jack. That pouty sort of twist that died out by the time Jack was ten but now mostly shows through when he’s told he can’t stay out too late or to text them when he gets wherever it is he’s going.

Derek sighs, patiently slipping his hand into the blanket jungle to cup Hotch’s head in his hand. “I kissed you goodbye, Aaron.” He’d only paused at the mirror to double-check himself, to stall. His hair parts under Derek’s careful touch, sweat-slick hair against Derek’s palm. He can feel the height packed in around Hotch’s body from his fever and trapped there by the heated blanket. He’s got it turned all the way up, no doubt. His response is a soft hum, Aaron’s eyes slipping shut. “Are you sure you’re okay?” He strokes Aaron’s cheek with his thumb, worrying his lip as he watches Aaron’s lips part so that he can breathe. Unable to get any air through his congested sinuses.

“S’okay,” Aaron mumbles.

Derek can’t bring himself to believe that. At best, Aaron lays here in his heated blanket all day baking in his fever with no reprieve from the heat. His fever will climb, feeding off of his immobility. He won’t drink the water sitting on the nightstand and he’s already missed his morning round of medicine so he’s probably going to ignore the other things Derek’s carefully left out on the nightstand.

“I’ll be right back.” Derek will check his temperature. Anything lower than 101 is fine, Aaron’s handled a lot in his life. A little fever won’t kill him. He’s the sort that likes to ride out a fever, his body is more than used to his rough ideas of self-care. What Derek’s worried about is the fact that his fever isn’t that low. He’s certain it’s not. And, mostly, just because Aaron likes to skate by and ride the thin line of “well, I’m not dead yet” doesn't mean that’s a ride that Derek wants to watch him go on.

Derek runs the back of his knuckle down the side of Aaron’s face, softly calling his name until he gets a hum in response. “Let me take your temperature.” He knows that this isn’t going to be easy, Aaron's like a giant man-child when it comes to being taken care of. He needs to prove that he’s okay, that he can do it on his own. Which is why when Aaron opens his mouth to mumbles “I’m fine, you don’t need to do that” Derek slips the thermometer into his mouth. It makes Aaron make the cutest little pouty face and Derek smiles back, holding his hand under Aaron’s chin to keep his mouth shut.

“I love you,” Derek reminds him when it beeps and he can turn it over to look at the numbers.

Aaron grumbles, curling in so he can hide his face in his blankets. “No you don’t,” he whines.

Looking at these numbers [103.2] Aaron’s really not going to believe his love. “Then you’re really not going to like this,” he whispers in apology. Aaron groans and Derek just sighs, tossing the thermometer on the nightstand. “I’m going to run some water for a bath, alright? Can you work on sitting up?” Derek doesn’t even wait, just keeps his soft instructions coming as he jogs to the bathroom. Turns the water to the coldest setting and lets it run.

“Are you--” Derek stops in place, cuts himself off to wait as Hotch sits himself up. His pale face is pinched in pain, his hands shaking where he holds himself upright. It’s vertigo, caused by age or the shit tons of medication they pour into him. It’s like they send him home with three more every time they go.

Derek clears his throat, moves further into the room. “Come on, love.”

Love. If Aaron were more awake he’d grumble, complain that Derek went away to England for a week, and come back with all this nonsensical vocabulary. He pretends to hate it but he feels special every time Derek whispers it to him. Knows he only does it because Hotch pretends to loathe it.

“Easy,” Derek holds onto his elbow, keeping him steady so that he can struggle out of his pants. It’s reflexive, a movement he’s done a thousand times before but as his fingers hook underneath the thin material of Aaron’s shirt he grabs Derek’s hand.

“No,” Aaron mumbles, his frown lined with his distress but Derke doesn’t understand.

“You don’t want to take your shirt off?” Aaron sways, shifting his hold so he leans closer into Derek. His legs weakly trying to give out from beneath him. Derek holds him closer, wrapping both arms around him until he can maneuver Aaron to the edge of the tub. Guiding him to sit down on the edge of the tub, Derek kneels down in front of him. “Aaron,” Derek cups his cheek, directing Aaron’s fever-hazed eyes to his own. “I’ve seen you naked, remember? You’ve got nothing to hide.”

But feverish and sick Aaron can’t comprehend all that. What lays written out on his skin are countless examples of his weakness and is not enough that he needs Derek to hold him upright? He’ll scare Derek away. There’s no way that he’ll want to stay. He’ll see the perfect circles of old cigarette burns, the shattered impacts of bullet wound scars, and Foyet’s mark all right there. Plain as day.

“Aaron,” Derek soothes. “It’s a white t-shirt.” He knows what it is. Aaron’s not half as good as he thinks he is at hiding secrets. “But you can keep it on if you want to. That’s okay.” And it’s silly and stupid to him but if it’s that important to Aaron then… okay. It’s okay. That’s one of the hard parts, letting Aaron believe his mirage remains upheld. It’s important to him and so it’s become important to Derek.

“In the tub then,” Derek instructs. It’s a slow process, one foot at a time and Aaron’s discontent with the water’s cold temperature. “I know, I know,” Derek soothes, but he forces Aaron down into the water. Makes him settle down no matter how he complains. “Just sit for a little bit and I’ll let you have your blankets back.”

Aaron leans into Derek, lets him manipulate his limbs down into the water. Sinks down, down, down until his head is leaning into Derek’s hand, keeping his chin out of the water. Derek smiles down at him, cupping water in the palm of his hand guiding it to fall over Aaron’s face. “Feels better, huh?”

Hotch looks at his legs, long limbs awkwardly bent up out of the water. “I don’t even fit in the tub,” he rasps.

Derek squints his eyes, “stop grumbling about everything like an old man.” He makes a point to flick the edge of Aaron’s nose. A little bop that makes Aaron curl his nose, grunts in annoyance. “Will you be okay for a minute?” Derek asks. “I need to call Dave, warn him that neither of us are coming in.”

Hotch nods and Derek can see that while his introduction of the freezing tub of torture wasn’t a welcomed suggestion, it’s brought back focus to Hotch’s eyes. Made him more coherent, more present. Hotch’s nod is followed by his slow, careful movements. Working his arms underneath himself until he can sit up. “Go,” he instructs. His cheek rests against the bathtub's edge, soaking in the cool feeling of the porcelain. “I won’t drown.”

Derek stands up with a groan, rolling his eyes. He kisses Aaron’s forehead, “I didn’t mean it like that, you old drama queen.”

Calling Dave is simple enough, an easy run-through. Garcia clears Hotch’s schedule for the day, pushes meetings back. Derek can hear the water splashing around when he moves down the hall, setting about making some toast. He and Jack had breakfast, shared a pot of coffee and Derek watched Jack devour two bowls of cereal and then pocket a pop-tart for later. Aaron had still been in bed.

“Hello good looking,” Derek leans in the doorway of their room smiling.

Aaron turns, signature frown slapped in place. He’s standing there on his side of the bed, one arm protectively pulled to his chest. He hasn’t dried off all the way, his shirt stuck to his skin. His hair falling down into his face. “Where’d you put my blanket?” He’s pouting. All but whining as he sadly tosses the blankets he doesn’t want out of his way.

“In the wash,” Derek supplies, “it’ll be fine. You won’t freeze before then.”

Aaron groans, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “Why’d you take it?” He folds over himself, rests his head in his hand, his elbow on his knee. Rubbing his temple, digging his thumb into the skin.

“Love,” Derek squats down in front of Aaron. “You’ve been hauled up in that blanket all night. All gross and sweaty.” He smirks, laughing as Aaron leans over onto him. Presses his forehead into Derek’s neck like he’s trying to bury himself there. He’s still feverishly warm but far more coherent. “It’s going to come out of the wash and I’ll bring it back to you I promise.” Derek runs his hand through Aaron’s hair, the strands wet and cold. “Come to bed, I’ll keep you warm.”

Aaron groans, lifting his face just enough to grumble out, “traitor.”

“Okay,” Derek chuckles, “okay, I’m a dirty traitor for washing your blanket. Will you come to bed?”

Aaron nods, “we’ll need more blankets.”

Derek shakes his head, sighing. “Okay,” he caves. “Okay, I’ll get you more blankets.”

He goes to get three blankets, tucks them under his arm so that Aaron can decide which ones are nice enough to keep and which ones won’t do. He checks on the heating blanket, the cover. He didn’t just throw the whole thing in there. He’s doubling back for the bedroom with the fantastic news that his blanket will be done soon to find Aaron is out. He’s curled in the middle of the bed, taking up more than his fair share. Burning under the comforter.

Which is normal.

Aaron hogs the blankets.

Aaron hogs the bed.

“Derek?” Hotch feels the bed shift as Derek lays down beside him. An arm comes over his hips, a knee against his thigh. He hadn’t heard Derek come in, hadn’t heard him changing his clothes. Moving about the room.

Derek settles in, gets comfortable. He’ll get that stupid blanket out when it’s done. It will smell remarkably better but Hotch won’t comment, he’ll tuck himself further into it and pretend not to hear Morgan’s comment about burning down the house with faulty wiring.

“Blankets not done yet,” Derek mumbles into Aaron’s back. “I’ll get it when it's done, okay?”

“Promise?”

“Yes, I promise I’ll get your stupid blanket. Sleep, Aaron.”

#criminal minds #aaron hotchner #derek morgan #criminal minds fanfiction #mortch #hotchgan

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