#/ he's verry happy on the inside!

[hunterwritesstuff]

I request. Nova smut head canons. In general, I wanna know this man’s dick length

Heck yeah! I know my fellow simps for him are starved Under the cut bc. yk.

(best thing I have for him-)

💾 Switch.

💾 His mood basically defines how he goes about it lmao

💾 If you get him on bottom, he'll definitely be verry whiny.

💾 Probably like. 7 or 8 inches, idk, I just know he ain't small lol

💾 Definitely into cockwarming.

💾 Has definitely had you on his lap/cock during a meeting with the other Nova Cookies. Like, over Coom(Cookie-Zoom) meetings, he has definitely had you on his cock during one of those.

💾 Afterwards, if you stayed still the whole time, he definitely rewards you by letting you get yourself off on his dick.

💾 If you didn't, and a few noises slipped out, thus causing him to end the meeting early, however...

💾 Good thing that his tables are sturdy as shit. He'll lighten up if you seem to be in ACTUAL pain, but if you don't, he's full sending it.

💾 Not against you sucking him off under his desk.

💾 He WILL tug your hair to urge you on during sex.(Be-it you sucking him off, riding him, or other acts)

💾 Loves hearing you. So much.

💾 So like. this is kinda weird. but he's definitely found out a way to call you to have it go to voicemail immediately so he can have extra jerkoff material.

💾 Definitely loves to hear you beg. Do it.

💾 He may be a Nova, but he isn't above typing you down and putting a vibrator inside you one the highest setting.

💾 The whole time, he'll sit there and watch, happy as a clam. You can scream and beg for him to just let you cum, but chances are high he'll just sit there and make you work for it.

💾 After a while, he'll lose his patience and finally give you what you want, but at a rough, fast pace.

💾 Definitely good at after care though :3

💾 All in all, he's a loving guy <3

Enjoy! :D

#xylitol nova x reader #xylitol nova cookie x reader #xylitol nova cookie #cookie run x you #cookie run x reader #suggestive

[immaeatingwood]

I've made another Inside Out AU! Warning: heavy themes and violence mentions under the cut

Speculative post-IO2, everyone are living happily ever after and all that stuff. Emotions are together, all 9, and they are just living their lifes. But one day Riley gets in a car accident and falls in coma. And then some sorta virus awakes in her mind, killing mind workers and then reviving them in a zombie condition. Emotions are immune to this, but they don't know about it. They cannot stay back, so while Riley is trying to stay alive irl, in her mind there's this. This AU has a happy ending, for sure, and emotions learn to trust each other and work together. But there's also a lot of violence, deaths and other stuff like this (none of the important characters is dead, just bg ones)

So, what all of the emotions doing?

Joy is a spiritual leader and the one who stays positive no matter what. She rules everything and helps others from time to time.

Sadness is a scientist, who's trying to make the vaccine. Also, as a person, who knows everything about mind, including the map, she finds safe places for those who aren't posessed by virus.

Disgust is some sorta doctor. She threw away her previous beliefs and now she can help the ones who were harmed (to the point of amputation). She never kills, but can send ones who has no chance to a place where they can be liquidated without any pain (basically a way to the memory dump)

Fear is the one who holds the Headquarters' line of defense. He became bolder since earlier times, and he can kill, if it's neccesary (his main weapon is a kitchen knife). He also has some communication skills and uses Morse code.

Anger is the one of the three warriors, who keep the main shelters clean from the undead. He uses a blowtorch that's connected to his head, and with the fact that he's always stressed and mad in this situation… He's verry effective. He's in charge of a Central shelter.

Anxiety holds a defence line with Fear, but she also is the one who helps with delivering medical things in shelters. She almost predicted this apocalypse and is still planning ten steps ahead, which helps a lot.

Ennui is basically a mechanic - she's some sorta tech genius, so she makes weapons, prothesis and all that. She also found the way to communicate while the local internet is shut down - distance walkie-talkies and Morse code devices.

Envy is one of the warriors. She's in charge of the North shelter. She uses all kinds of weapons, but mainly mines and other silent ways to kill. In a fight she prefers a machine gun.

Embarrassment is one of the warriors, who's in charge of a South shelter. He's still kinda shy, but the whole situation made him braver. So he attacks from above with some sort of handmade heavy gun, or just uses his natural strength in a close-range fights.

Nostalgia is some secret 10th thing. She's a wise old lady, who always knew about the fact that these things can happen. She's the one who made up all of the shelters, and she helps with calming people who are shocked or nervous.

#inside out #inside out fandom #inside out 2 #inside out au #alternative universe #inside out apocalypse au

[jaquelinedoll]

Okay 🤭 mine is an English teacher he's like around my height well hes not verry tall lol but hes so cute. He always wants to have convos with me and my friend since we're the front row of the class and We're at a state where we have inside jokes with him. I call him Josh with my friends and they on purpose say that name in front of him and bro he smirked at that once. Like he can't even ignore my biggggg crush on him anymore. I even gave him a chocolate box for christmas 💀 anyway I have my first pic of him in my phone Im so happy but so desperate lol helppp mmeee

awwww chocolate for christmas is sweet! be careful having photos of him in your phone tho, only take them consensually!

[voidsteffy]

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Chandamama

చందమామ

चंदामामा

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Prologue

She came in the night, silver anklets shining through his closed eyes that dreamt about a different life. Perhaps a string of warped reality where everyone didn't just assume what he wanted.

"Yevandi? " her voice came low, urgent syllables over the sounds of moonlight. "Yevandi..." Bangles clanked near him.

Well this wasn't a dream. Sita indeed stood hunched in front of him with pleading eyes. Bheem sprung up, only to be shushed by her. Her gaze flitted to Lacchu behind him in the open verandah— his cousin snorted in his sleep and wriggled back into deep sleep.

All his other cousins and family weren't awake, no beds creaking of the seven others he could see. His family did everything as a team: shopping? Together ; eating? Together ; Seeing a potential bride, the entire football team would march in.

"Sita gaaru," Bheem followed her beckons out to the back garden, giving into her insistent grip on his forearm. Even in a white sari that restricted her steps around the sprouting grasses, Sita's legs rushed in front of him, fluent in the language of grace.

"Please, I really need to talk to you."

When they reached a secluded spot, Bheem waited for her to stop avoiding his eyes and talk to him.

"I'm not saying this out of any spite that you're a village leader." Sita had finally started. "In fact I admire you for all that you do for your loved ones... But I think one thing built up to another this morning, I didn't really say yes to the marriage proposal."

Sita Mahalakshmi, daughter of the revered sarpanch Athreya Pani, had just sat in front of him that morning a few hours ago. She was decked in gold, her kohl-rimmed doe eyes hid everything she was probably feeling.

She hadn't spoken at all when the elders talked of their marriage. All in all, Bheem had realized he hadn't heard her voice till then.

And the first thing she said was that she didn't want to get married to him.

Bheem knew it was unfair of him to feel happiness blossoming in his chest. Especially when his recently would-have-been-but-no-more fiancée was sobbing into her knees.

"It's okay andi..." he said the only thing he could have without spilling his heart out.

His mother never loved his father. "What has love got to do with marriage na verri kanna!" she used to say. The abject result of their marriage was a child who never saw his mother be treated like a person.

"It's better you said it now. I don't feel bad."

Her wet brows peeked out from between her locked hands. "Really? What will we say to the elders?"

He kneeled down beside the pond in front of her with an understanding smile. "If you really don't want this marriage, I am not one to force. We can say I changed my mind."

"But you don't understand!" she shouted.

They immediately cringed at the noise, Sita looking around to catch anyone awake and running to them.

Silence.

Bheem watched her relax and sniffle.

"Is there any specific problem? Cheppandi, it's okay..."

"It's not something that is accepted!" she insisted.

Bheem never drew boundaries. He saw to it that he could treat people around him as tenderly as a farmer tended to a newborn calf. The calf led the way and the shepherd protected it.

"Sita gaaru," he said, "You don't have to talk to me, but looks like you've been carrying some weight inside you. I just want to help."

He knew what she was thinking. Pages of guidelines would have been flipping in her head, trying to find where such a guy had plopped down from. People in this village wanted to know nothing but where the snake had bit. Anything else was of no use to them. But Bheem was different.

He was an ally.

Slowly, her gaze opened up a new puzzle. "There was a girl..."

A/N: So.... 👉🏽👈🏽If you can't tell yet, this is based on the Telugu movie Chandamama (Kajal fans wya) and I really liked the au idea -> Rambheem and Sinny but the Chandamama way... Here's the prologue. It was a spontaneous decision, don't judge 🐠🐠 Pls don't expect frequently vomited updates: NEET is a thing unfortunately and so is writer's block. You can send suggestions and what you think about this fic to my ask box (can't promise that all the suggestions will be incorporated)

tagging moots: @rambheem-is-real @hissterical-nyaan @kalavathiii @sivuda @lostgreekgod @hahaha-darn-it @thewinchestergirl1208 @rambheemtrash @unmadana @vennilave @rasnak2 (sorry if i haven't tagged all, let me know if you want to be tagged henceforth!)

#rambheem but series #rambheem #sinny #jenny and sita #chandamama #rrr #rrr fanfic #fanfic #desi lgbtq+ #desi mlm #desi wlw #desi queer #HAPPY PRIDE MONTH #chandamama by manu

[ifthiswingscouldfly]

• Outside look:I stand around 5'4/5'4, I have brown hair, as well as eyes and 3

moles on my left cheek that form a some sort of triangle.If we talk about body type... I honestly don't know, but i have some what big tights

• Personality: Well...i really know how to make people laugh,and also confort them.I can say creativity is my middle name😁,and I'm positive and optimist in almost all situations.As for negative, I tend to overthink a lot, also I'm insecure(a bit too much) and indecisive😑

• Likes: Discovering new things,strawberries,making origamis,history,reading anything and sunny days

Dislikes: i really don't like eating fish,

verry cold days,people don't lisening to me...

• MBTI: INFP-T

• Zodiac sing: Gemini 💜

• Love language:Physical Touch+Acts of Service(giving),Word of Affirmation+Physical Touch(receiving)

• Aesthetic: I really don't have one😅...

Also both SFW and NSFW headcanons

if you can🙂

I really hope you understand any of this(english is not my first language )...also can you not tag me anywhere? (i want this to be somewhat private,You can totally post this on your page,though)

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Thank you for your request @octostefy ❤ don't worry about the language I'm not native speaker either😄.

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I Match you with.....

Sebastian

Pre-Relationship (SFW)

Well you were bothered so much by his behaviors and attitude when you first met him. He came out as arrogant and cold but he never tried to change the way you saw him either. He never was interested in you and almost treated you like a baby which was unbearable.

Le Comte realized that you two didn't get along so much so he decided to help both of you to get along by sending both of you to do mundane chores together.

It was easy for both of you to not talk to each other unless it is necessary and both of you ignored that the other existed during the work.

So, being the introvert you both are never warmed up to each other quickly.

And both of you took a huge amount of time to eventually opening up.

And when it happened the table turned and you were struck by the event.

One day, you were working in the garden and cleaning up the dead leaves. And you heard a crying noise.

At first you were shocked about what you heard but you decided to check out who is crying and sebastian was there.

He was crying in the barn because his dear pet Rotte was sick and tired. You asked him if everything was alright but to his shock he never expected you to come.

He quickly regained his composure and told you that nothing is happening and asked you to leave. But you didn't. instead, you tried to comfort him. And sooner he gave up to your insistence. You asked him if it is okay to call Leonardo for help and he told you that he would appreciate that so much.

Later that day after calling the vet Rotte started getting better and better and Sebastian was happy for that. And he thanked you for your help.

After that incident both of you started to see the other as someone more helpful and caring instead.

Confession (SFW)

It was a year and half into your relationship with Sebastian that you started to read between the line that he is surprisingly into you.

He never said it though but his actions speaks louder than his voice.

Maybe his words betrayed him alot but his actions never did it.

Sometimes it was obvious about his jealousy especially if you were spending time with other residents or getting flirted by Arthur. He tried to protect you from them by being around you every time you're around/with some of them.

He sort of was sending mixed signals at first but then he was clear about his intentions.

He wanted you more than he ever wanted to see Napoleon or getting obsessed with other residents.

What was inside him was so deep and warm for you like the sun on a beautiful spring day.

One day, Sebastian asked you to assist him to go out for shopping and you accepted his offer.

So you finished your work in the mansion and headed to town for your mission.

You took the carriage to town as usual but when you both got out of it you got attacked and kidnapped by a group of men. They give you anesthetic and you both lost you conscious.

You woke up feeling dizzy, seeking Sebastian and you found him tied to you. Both of you were tied back to back.

He asked you if you're okay and you answered him that you are.

Your kidnappers absolutely wasn't around so sebastian whispered to you "Hey, there's a small knife in my pocket if you can just help me so we can free ourselves from them".

You both managed to cut the rope around you and you broke free from the kidnappers.

Sneaking out from the place you both ended up in a forest and you hugged sebastian while crying. "I'm so scared!" You said. Whipping your tears Sebastian managed to say "I was afta that they might hurt you, I know it is a bit late but I love you y/n" and he looked deep into your eyes. "I can't stand losing you too" you said. Both of you just managed to kiss each other and you made promises to keep each other safe.

Relationship headcanons (SFW)

Looking of the similarities between you and Sebastian you might spend a good time doing DIY and other crafts.

Sebastian once made you a heart-shaped box so both of you can leave a letter about how much you love each other.

He is a great listener so whenever you have a problem he won't say no to helping you.

Also I can see that he is definitely a very considerate lover. He is so caring and sweet.

The more you get to know him the more you would understand how much he bottle up his feelings.

The majority of your conversation would be about history, art and of course the mansion's residents. Because sebastian is just so fond of them all including you.

He is a hardworking man so expect him to cuddle with you at the end of the day.

When it comes to PDA he won't like to show everyone what both of you are doing. He just like it to be more private between both of you.

His kisses are so sweet and sometimes he is just playful when he feels like he should.

He would Love to keep everything between you private including your problems, he can handle them maturely.

Also I can see him planning a big dates. Like taking you on a fancy ship for a couple of days to spoil you.

I can fairly say that he would be into cooking and preparing your meals. He would put his whole bei into the process.

And don't get me started on how much he loves to be around you. He won't say it but he would show you how much he do.

Protective typa bf I can see. He would always make sure that you're okay and safe. "y/n take care of yourself" "y/n please don't go anywhere dangerous" "y/n do you need my help?" "Please if you face any problem let me know it" he would say.

Relationship headcanons(NSFW)

He is not skilled.

Like at all. He need guidance.

But with patience and understanding you both grow to be intimate with each other.

And here it comes, the flower of your love finally blossomed into something real and wonderful.

The first time he saw you naked was literally in awe of how much beauty you have under your clothes.

You were literally like a Goddess walking in front of him with your bare figure. Calling his manly side to raise and embrace your femininity.

It was a mind blowing moment for him when he first came inside of you. Like he had to groan and almost like a cry that bounced out of him. It was quickly after he fall asleep.

It was shocking to you and you had to call what happened that night next morning. And he apologized for his behavior. And told you that he felt safe inside of you.

The first few months there wasn't any kinky unexpected things bit then after you both managed to get to used on each other the table turned 180°.

It was so obvious for sebas that he have many fantasies about you and one of them was the role-play fantasy.

You're the maid and he is your boss and guess what he won't go easy on you.

He literally dressed you as his maid and the night started. He spanked you on your butt every time you disobey his orders.

Then he managed to fuck you doggy style into the mattress until you almost couldn't handle it anymore.

He almost made you scream that night but you managed to turn them into soft moans.

I can see him also being into Dom/Sub dynamic.

He won't show it from the beginning but warming up to you he would literally tell you how much he would love to fuck you.

Conflict:

I can see that he is quite and understanding but that doesn't mean that misunderstandings might not happen. Maybe the only thing that would cause both of you to fight each other is because of his full time schedule. Especially when it comes to the residents. He can't quit his work to be with you and at the same time he would be dying just to cuddle you to his chest and close his eyes to take a nap. He would apologize a lot about the dates he planned but never took you because work can never stop. And this make you feel like your heart breaking because of how much you miss him.

Other possible match

Vincent Van Gogh

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Note:

Sorry for being late. But I really was so busy and my passion died. The rest of the match ups will be posted soon. Take care of yourselves and have a good day/evening.

#ikemen vampire matchups #ikevamp matchup #ikemen games #ikemen matchup

[ask-the-koopa-family]

Bowser jr x Melody story: Married life

After Jr and Melody got married they became husband and wife, also since Jr is the new Koopa King that means Melody is the Queen of the Koopas, when Jr and Melody came home they were both happy they can't wait to see what has in store for them now that there married.

After that life was preety good for them, Jr was doing what a king sould be doing and was hellping Melody and was being a good huband and king, when Jr had time he would spend time with Melody by talking to her, making her something to eat ect. As for Melody she was also a good wife and queen, she would do what a queen sould do and luckily she didn't had to do some of them since Jr tacking care of things, Melody would also spend time with him, she would aslo do what a wife would do as well and Jr would also hellp with that, the two are like a power couple and a great one to.

One day something wasn't right with Melody, she was preety hungry than usuall ect. Jr was worried about her so they decided to call a doctore to see what's wrong, once the doctore did some analysing, docotre sead that 'there's nothing wrong with her, she was just pregnant'. After he sead that Jr and Melody were shocked and sead 'wait what' with Melody and Jr saying

Melody: I'm pregnant.

Bowser jr: I'm going to be a dad.

They were both shocked but then they looked at each other and then they smiled and huged each other with both of them saying 'WE'RE GOING TO HAVE A BABY' happfully, this was the most excitede news ever and they were both extremely happy, after that Jr and Melody were prepearing for the arriver of there baby, when there family and friends find out they were all happy for them and some of them hellped.

The day come, the day was the day were Melody will lay there egg, they were both in the hospital and waiting, Melody sead 'Jr please stay with me' with Jr responding 'don't worry I'm here' and finally the time and finally Melody layed there egg, once it was over Jr and Melody were both verry happy and especially when they saw there egg, after leaving the hospital they brought the egg home were everyone was waiting for them once they saw the egg all of them were happy, especially there parents, Jr and Melody were happy and then looked at each other and sead that without each other and kissed, tjey couldn't see what there baby would be.

A days passed and the egg hatched, when Jr and Melody saw the egg was hatching they were both excited and then the egg hatched, inside it was a baby koopa girl, once Jr and Melody saw this they were both crying of joy, and shouted 'OUR BABY', they were the most happiest in they ever been and in the world, they holles each other's hand and kissed, they knew that this would be a begining and they will a wonderlife.

A few years passed, there daughter is now 5 years old and her name is Betty Koopa named after Bowser's sister, Jr and Melody were having an amazing life, they were both happy to spend time with there daughter, Jr would play with her, tell stories to her and he would hellp her if she needed, Melody would also do what Jr would do with Betty, but they would also sing togheter, they lovede, Jr and Melody spending time with there daughter, one day Betty was playing with her cousins, Jr and Melody had a little talk about remembering how they met and that they had a crush on each other when they were younger and now there married and they have best life togheter, Jr and Melody gave a huge kiss on each other's lips, they were just happy that there togheter and have a daughter.

THE END

I hope'ed you like it and sorry if there was a problem, this story was just made for fun and entertainement. I hope you like it 👍❤🧡💜

((What a sweet little story !!! Good job !Thanks for writing this story, I like it !!!💛 it would be exactly like that in the future!))

#bowser jr #melody koopa #koopa oc #story #future

[richardsphere]

RWBY Catchup Slogblog V8E10: The one in which Ironwood, actually has a point for once

“I dont give a DAMN about Jaques Schnee”  Cool, this is the first sensible thing i can remember this guy saying. ---- Bad news the cane is apparently the equivalent of a nuke. (this is bad news because nukes are one-time use items and now “on the table” as far as the narrative is concerned. This means the enemy can have the Scepter make a Cane and nuke things if they get the cane while bypassing the “one item at a time” restriction because, i dont need the old nuke after it went off). Also the existence of nuke-type weaponry in this story is just generally an uncomfortable level of powercreep. Even if it turns out to be a one-time use item that still means there is no way for the story to de-escalate back to a sensible scale. So Grimm in the inner city were vaperised, but the people who were carrying the bomb into the whales mouth are fine. (maybe the cane is like Ruby’s Eyes and only affects grimm?) Marrow asks a good question: which characters were still inside the whale? Quick headcount: Salem (immortal) Oscar (presumably alive, i dont think ozpin would make a nuke that destroys its wielder, if only because it would mean more fetchquests to return the nuke-cane) and Hazel certainly. Mercury and Tyrian are off to Vacuo so they’re safe. Watts and Cinder are prisonbreak-buddies Neo seems to have made it out just in time but was definitly in the blast radius. It feels like im missing someone? Wasnt there one more seat at Salems table at the castle? It just feels like im forgetting someone? so in summary: Nuked the enemy base, but it does nothing to affect the overall scores. ----- Team Badguy sucks at communication apparently. “she’s on a set path now”, thats weird, do the baddies know the location of the vault? as in have coordinates for its exact location within Atlas? It feels like the virus should only work if they had like verry specific instructions and im fairly certain that the exact location is like, super-duper-top-secret so its weird that they’d know it to the level needed to code a virus to go exactly there. (just think of the PeanutbutterSandwich test for ref.) Arthur sure likes dangling over ledges. Maybe this time they’ll actually get dropped. Arthur manages to rage her into sparing him somehow? I dont really buy her pulling him closer as a response in this scene, it feels weird for her to acknowledge he’s somewhat right about her. on a related note, wasnt she initially protrayed as this master manipulator playing Beacon for Fools and now she’s portrayed as a fire-themed brainless brute.  -------- Ah so we do only get the explanation about how the cane works after the cane gets used. I’ll be honest i thought it’d just been something i forgot about. (it stores kinetic energy.) Most of the power has been used but at least some remains. Gut feeling tells me the fact its charged by kinetic energy will be significant somehow (maybe ties in with Harriet Speedsemblance for a rapid mini-charge if she’s still on the road to defection) ------- Oh happy suprise, the subwaytunnel refugees arent dead yet. (reminder, this entire ordeal started with burrowing grimm so this is a legitimate suprise with how long the battle feels to have been going) also just now noticed the atlas flag-thing has a spear on it. ----- And James finally stops pretending he didnt snap years ago. Winter is clearly realising that oops turns out my surrogate Dad is about as trustworthy as OG dad. Neo is still Neo. Just noticed, Blake is still wearing the eyeshadow/eyeliner/mascara/some other form of eye-based makeup that I dont understand from the party she attended the day before the election. Have events really happened that much more quickly then i thought that she’d still be wearing that? And of course the show doesnt even have time to give the characters a reunion before it drops another gutpunch that i can barely feel with how numb and bruised i am from the plot. But at least Em’s on the good side now, that should technically count for some form of "win” on the heroes side.

#rwby

[fairymint]

"FELIX!!! My best brother-in-law!!! Happy birthday!!!" He is barely holding back from picking Felix up and spinning him around! "I assume you will want to spend it with Ingo, but I wanted you to know that I have placed your cake and some things I baked in the fridge! I also have your gifts ready once you are free to receive them!"

"Now's a good time, I'm spending, mmm, all day with him." This would include sharing the same bed later, and so snuggling could wait- He just woke up! And, with no real plans to go out quite yet; needed coffee before going out in this cold. Only to go shopping, too.

"Thank you so much, that's verry sweet of you." Too in the moment to fuss over the not-technically-true 'brother in law' terminology- They still aren't married yet!!! No law here. Silly, silly brother.

Ingo himself would be huddled into his chair; half asleep after having secured Felix's Bag inside the place- Slowly sipping coffee as soon as he procured it and ushered the birthday boy inside from the nearest pokécenter. The bag still at his feet like some prize, and his body threatens to fall unconcious in that favored napping spot. At least he wasn't "I was watching that." Bad.....yet. For now, even the curtains are pulled down- at least in his own room.

#ask. #emmetrain #felix fae. #ingo. #bday. #bday2023. #ingo voice: enough is enough. you live here now. Mine- #for real tho he probably Actually just went and got Felix after the whole 'you have a home here.' just. had to locate him-- #Felix would let Emmet spin him around fdfskflsf #only fair since. let's be real Ingo probably manhandles him for the sake of euphoria alone- much less emotional pfffft

[tojigasm]

Bad Woof Woof!

Character: Toji Fushiguro | Toji Zenin

Notes: It's finally here! the 2k followers special!! Gosh, this was supposed to be posted over two weeks ago as I'm nearing 3k followers now. This piece was really me wanting to just try writing something that I could challange myself with, so i chose hybrids for some reason lmao, anyways,, I'm so thankful and I'm so, so excited to create more works and pieces. This has been such a fun jpurney so far and I can't wait to see what's in store for this blog and the people who come across it! Thank you so much, you sweet, beautiful souls, for sending me sweet messages and always appreciating my works - It means more than you'll know, and with that, I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: 18+ Minors dni, hybrid!reader, daddy kink, pregnancy, graphic depictions of child birth, mentions of vomit & neausea, soft!Toji + protective!Toji, a little bit of degration in the verry begining, anxiety

Words: 8k

Synopsis:

It's filthy, the way you rut into him. your helpless little puppygirl body humping his thigh, humping his bulge. God, he swears he can smell your cunt, you're nodding your head into his neck, panting as you roll your hips against his. Your panties are soaked, slick seeping into a damp spot on Toji's denim-clad thigh.

He only groans at the sight, the warmth of your cunt sends his eyes rolling, "Gonna be a good little puppy, baby?" He stroked your head, pushing your ears back, "Gonna let daddy breed you, fill ya' up?"

Your body sagged at his words, ears dropping in submission and tail swaying lazily across his knees, "Yes, daddy," you whine.

"Such a dumb little puppy"

The phrase rots in the back of your mind as you lay on the rough carpet of Toji's living room. The click, click, click of the fan turning makes your ears twitch, the room is quiet - save for the TV playing - you don't really understand what's happening on the screen, but you guess that would prove Toji's words true, such a dumb little puppy.

Toji doesn't let you lay on the couch - says "puppies sit on the floor, baby," while he sips a beer from his hand, the other resting on the dark denim jeans on his thick thigh.

But you don't want to sit on the floor. It's rough and the coarse fabric sticks into your skin, pricking your sensitive hands. no, no, you don't want to sit on the floor - you want to sit with Toji.

Puffing your cheeks lightly, you stand up from the ground and saunter over to where Toji's sat on the leather couch - he's still watching tv but he knows you're there; wondering how long it'd take for you to get impatient and beg for his attention again, dumb little puppy.

You take seat beside Toji's leg, watching him for a moment - he makes no effort to acknowledge that you've there. Ears dropping, a whine crawls up the back of your throat before you're plopping your chin onto his jean-covered thigh.

Only a couple seconds pass before you're lifting your hand and gently padding at his leg pathetically, whimpering and whining.

The soft pads of your paws make Toji's eyes soften, eyes still on the screen of the tv as you whimper at his feet, and just for a split second, Toji's façade breaks and he turns to look at you, boredly.

You let out a happy yip! at his attention, your little tail thumping against the carpet in excitement..

"Whatcha' want pup?" Toji lolls his head to watch you, rubbing his thumb over your snout gently.

Taking Toji's words as acceptance you jump to the cushion of the couch, the movement makes Toji sit up, the hand holding his beer raising above his head as to not be spilled by you. "Hey!"

You crawl into the seat of his lap and plopped yourself right above his crotch, the zipper of his jeans poking the inside of your thigh. "Sit! Sit! Sit!" You exclaim happily.

"No. Off." Toji pressed against your body, the friction of your hips against his crotch sends blood rushing to his cock. A bulge forming beneath your ass as you maneuvered yourself to sit up and lay against his chest.

"Dumb fuckin' pup." He scoffed, rolling his eyes. He decided he'd let you sit there for a while while whatever movie Toji had been playing ended; was it Star wars? No, no, it must've been Captain America... - he couldn't remember, not that it really mattered when you had the flesh of your ass pressed up against his dick.

Toji leaned back against the cushioned couch, pulling his eyes back to the screen, he forages his mind for any resolve while simultaneously pretending there wasn't a very obvious bulge pressing into the cheek of your ass.

Ever so often you'd move slightly, shuffling to get more comfortable against Toji's lap; he was very uncomfortable to rest on, too stiff. You made note of the way he'd spread his legs wider to accommodate you - a gentle purr vibrating through your chest.

"Stop fuckin' moving, kid." Toji hissed through his teeth, "'S fuckin' irritating."

Turning, you gently laid down across his lap, the bulge of his cock bumping into your thigh. The moment made Toji hiss, a deep and guttural hiss. "M'sorry, " you whimpered, ears drooping at Toji's tone - you gave a hitched whine before moving to step off his lap.

Toji grabbed your hips before you could move, quickly turning away from your wide eyes, running a large hand over his mouth and down his jaw - fuck you were so adorable. his patience was wearing thin. "T's fine, just stop moving so damn much." He mumbled.

At his words, your ears immediately perked up - flopping lazily at the sides of your head in excitement. Your little tail began to wag - thopping against the tops of Toji's thighs obnoxiously.

The overexcitement of Toji's acceptance had you keening for his touch, your bottom wiggling against his bulge as you jumped on his lap happily - nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck and licking at the skin of his Adam's apple.

Immediately tensing at your menstruations, Toji only sat back and let you move where you wanted to - occasionally bumping his cock and making him groan - had you not felt it? Or were you choosing to ignore it? He couldn't tell, but as you continued to lick at his jaw and pad your soft hands at his chest he came to the conclusion that you were genuinely oblivious to it.

Toji let out a light groan when the flesh of your ass pressed back into the seat of his crotch as you bounced in excitement. He brought a hand up to ruffle your furry ears playfully, letting you lap at the junction of his jaw and neck.

"Taste good, daddy tastes good," you nuzzled his jaw with your snout gently, your mini skirt had rid up to your waist, your plush thighs held in the flesh of his large hands.

"Yeah, daddy tastes good, huh, brat?" Toji ran his hands downwards to cup flesh of your ass, rough fingers groping your soft skin; moving you to grind into him, "Oh fuck..." he whispered breathlessly.

It's filthy, the way you rut into him. your helpless little puppygirl body humping his thigh, humping his bulge. God, he swears he can smell your cunt, you're nodding your head into his neck, panting as you roll your hips against his. Your panties are soaked, slick seeping into a damp spot on Toji's denim-clad thigh.

He only groans at the sight, the warmth of your cunt sends his eyes rolling, "Gonna be a good little puppy, baby?" He stroked your head, pushing your ears back, "Gonna let daddy breed you, fill ya' up?"

Your body sagged at his words, ears dropping in submission and tail swaying lazily across his knees, "Yes, daddy," you whine.

Toji drew his bottom lip between his teeth, dragging his thumb over the flimsy band of your panties; pulling it back before letting it slap against your skin.

"Ah!" You let out a yelp, Toji chuckles at your reaction as his hand slides under you to cup your heat, running his finger over your folds lazily.

"Mmm, daddy," you're moaning, grinding yourself on his hand, your body leaning into his chest for support.

"Yeah you like that, sweetie?" He brings his free hand up to cup your chin, dragging your lips to meet his own in a sloppy kiss. "Like daddy's fingers in you, baby?" He bites your bottom lip, pulling back a bit before pressing into the kiss again.

"Yes, yes, yes!" You're sobbing, tail thumping against his legs excitedly, his digits stroking your soaked folds in taunt.

Toji keeps his eyes locked on your own, watching you writhe in his lap, pawing at the wrist that was slid between the two of you. "Shh," Toji whispers, bringing his hand down to rub small circles into the fat of your hip. "Such a good girl for daddy,"

Before you can respond, Toji's moving; standing from his seat on the couch and cupping your soft legs around his waist. He cups your body closer to his, your tail swinging over his arm as he kisses you.

Turning around, Toji brings your body back down to the couch; not breaking the kiss. Rough, calloused hands run over the plush of your thighs, squeezing and grabbing greedily as he sucks on your bottom lip.

Pulling away from your swollen lips - a string of drool connects the two of you. He presses into you again, placing a quick peck to your lips before kneeling down to the carpeted floor between your spread thighs.

Toji hooks his thumbs under the sides of your panties, keeping his eyes on your own, he pulls the pink fabric down your soft legs. Toji's breath hitches at the sight of your soppy pussy, your slick drooling onto the black leather beneath you.

"Jesus, sweetheart," he presses a kiss to your knee, "Gonna give this old man a heart attack."

you whine at that; clit pulsing in your heat. Your thighs are clenched, squeezing together, your body desperately trying to please itself. "Daddy, please" your voice cracks, a cry rolling up your throat.

"I know, shh," he pushes your legs apart, gripping an ankle in each hand and pulling your body to rest on the edge of the couch. Toji hooks a leg over each shoulder before pressing his mouth to your cunt. "Daddy knows," he whispers against your folds.

Your tail twitches, hanging limply beneath you, Toji brings his mouth to your clit; reaching a large hand beneath you to stroke the place where your tail met your bottom - a pitched squeal coming from your lips.

"Haa...haa" you're panting, breasts heaving and ears falling limply against your head.

"Ooo, you liked that, huh?" Toji pulls up from between your legs smirking, he presses a kiss to the hood of your clit, running his tongue over your folds, nipping and sucking at your folds.

Toji's cock is straining against the zipper of his jeans - blood rushing to his heavy balls. Reaching down, he pulls his cock from his pants; girthy length slapping up against his shirt-covered stomach; tip oozing with precum.

The scent of your cunt is almost too much - wanton moans spilling from your lips sends his mind into heavy fog of lust, clouding his mind, he brings his lips back to your cunt and he swears he can feel the blood pumping in his cock.

And fuck, he's fucking salivating, drool spills from his lips, pooling on the swollen lips of your pussy. Licking and sucking against your folds; his finger is curled within your heat - dragging and drawing circles along the spongey part of your walls - as he stretches your heat, he runs one hand up and down the length of his cock a few times before bringing it back to your thigh, spreading your hips wider.

The sound of your blood rushing through your ears makes your head dizzy - body heavy and sluggish while Toji works his mouth against your mound gently, the stretch of his fingers drawing you back to reality.

"Be a good girl," you're reminded of Toji's words, thick voice groaning into your pussy, his jaw is soaked with your slick - you are a good girl. you know it, he knows it, but you both know Toji likes to push you - see how far he can push and push and push before you're crying, sobbing, drooling, and hyperventilating on the floor trying to convince him you're a "Good girl." You're always a good girl.

"God, you taste so fuckin' good, pup," rough fingers run along the index of your hips, pinching the soft skin of your plush thighs, you yelp lightly, eyes flying open to meet his lidded ones.

Standing up, he cups your ass in his large hands, pressing your body deeper into the leathered couch - material now slick and hot with your sweat - your legs are still hanging over his broad shoulders, he bends your body, pressing your thighs to your chest.

Toji slides his cock into your pussy till his balls are resting against your folds - stretching your walls deliciously, your mouth falls open in a silent gasp. He grunts, low and raspy, he pulls back before settling in to the hilt.

the way he watches you is intoxicating - he's absolutely drunk on the whines and whimpers you make as your body struggles to fit his length. It's like a narcotic, sending more blood to his balls when you let out a moan, he pulls back from your heat; thrusting back into you.

He's so big, so big in every sense of the word, and you can never get enough: his cock, his hands, his height, his shoulders, its addicting - a heaviness blanketing your mind as you reminded just how much smaller your body is in comparison.

And you're brought back to the pleasing stretch of his girth - spreading your walls while he thrusts into you, harder and harder and harder; you can feel the stretch of him everywhere, he's so deep you swear you can feel him in your stomach - thoughts drooling from your mind to sink into the heavy sex-smelling air that surrounds the two of you - blending with Toji's breathy grunts and your whiny moans.

Creaking and squeaking, the leather ottoman keels beneath your bodies. Toji brings a hand up to the back of the couch, driving his cock deeper into your tight walls until he's spilling into you, walls constricting around his length as he fills you; hot cum pumping into your pulsing walls.

Panting into the crook of your neck, he pulls away to kiss you gently, noses scrunched against one another. Sucking on your bottom lip, he brings a hand up to hold your smaller one in his own and suddenly he's pulling himself from your heat and bending down to eye level with your cunt.

His seed spills from the lips of of your pussy lazily, pooling onto the pealing leather beneath you. Your tail thumps against the seat, Toji takes the furry appendage into his hand; halting the noisy bumps.

Toji stands on shaky legs, thighs trembling, he picks you up in steady arms. Your sweaty and sticky body pressed against his own. wrapping your small arms around his neck, he carries you up the stairs and into the bedroom where he sets you down in the tub of the master bathroom.

"Pretty girl," he coos, massaging your ear, he turns the steel faucet. Cold splashes of water hit your legs and began to fill the space of the tub.

He moves to get in with you, you move yourself closer to the head of the faucet, letting him sit down in the water before he's pulling you back into him - your bare back against his sticky chest.

Stroking your skin leisurely, he draws small drops of water up your arm; letting them race down your skin. The two of you sit in the water till it's run cold;

Toji presses a kiss to the back of your head, his hand runs down the expanse of your thigh to the base of your tail, feathering the wet fur under the water.

The silence is comforting, a silent consolence that burrows itself deep within Toji's bones, so deep that when he exhales, he can feel the heavy stress of his shoulders disperse throughout the heavy air - filling the room with sticky with heat.

"Love you, baby," he whispers against the shell of your ear, and then he's picking you up and bringing you out of the bath and onto his Alaskan king bed, wrapping you in one of his robes; careful of your tail as he folds the black fabric around your small body.

Toji's gone for only a couple of seconds, coming back with one of his old t-shirts reading "Mr. Bubbles". Stepping out of the warm robe, you slip the large shirt on, the trim ending right at your knees; completely dwarfing you.

He sits on the edge of the bed, holding the discarded robe in one hand, smirking to himself as he watches you pace lightly, adjusting to the large article of clothing, tail swinging between your legs under the fabric.

"C'mere," chucking the robe onto the floor, he opens his arms to you, letting you step into his lap, small hands gripping his shoulders for balance. Large hands cup your ass, squeezing the fat of your bottom in his lap.

"You're so pretty fr'me, aren'tcha pup?" he coos, bringing a hand up to stroke one of your ears gently. You give a low sigh, nuzzling into his neck.

"Mhm," you murmur into his shirt. Toji only chuckles, laying back onto the sheets, a large hand running up and down the expanse of your back.

✶ ✶ ✶

It's no surpise when Toji finds you vomiting one mroning, only three months later. Rubbing a hand in circles over his shirt stuck to your back with sweat, Toji calms you down, shivers and tremors running up and down your back.

He's worried about his puppy, you're so sick, puking in the mornings and getting nauseous at specific smells around the house, sleeping more frequently, almost too weak to move around the house.

He had his suspicions, but he didn't want to freak you out, knowing you'd grow more protective of yourself, possibly even nesting - oh god... would you need to nest?

"Jesus..." he ran a hand over his jaw as he read over the article on his computer, line after line explaining the specific changes your body would go through.

Curled up beside him, snoring softly and completely oblivious to the fact that you were pregnant, you were asleep. Toji's eyes blurred lightly before he felt a wave of projection fall over him - an almost instinctual warmth surrounding himself at the realization that you were carrying his child in you.

Expression softening, he ran his hand over the top of your head, scratching the back of your ear, petting the back of his knuckles across your arm and down to your stomach. The bump wasn't obvious but it was clear you were growing swollen; your hips were filling out, along with your soft cheeks.

He'd be lying if he said he wasn't excited to see how your body would change - see the way your stomach grew with his seed, becoming completely dependent on him and his protection, trusting him to provide for you and his baby.

"Jesus..." sighing, he closedd his laptopm, pulling you into his lap, hand rubbing circles into your tummy as he fell asleep.

The next day was not fun. You were not a fan of the doctors office ever since Toji had taken you there and they pricked your small body with little needles that made you bleed covered up with tiny bandages you couldn't take off for three days straight.

"Baby, c'mon, they're just doing a checkup," Toji had you corned, you were crouched the couch - visibly upset, tears streaming down your round cheeks and body trembling. "Honey, I promise I won't let them hurt you," he crouched down to your height, rubbing small circles into the skin of your ankle.

After miraculously managing to persuade you enough to stick you into the passenger seat of his truck, Toji had gotten you to the doctor's office.

The waiting room was enough to make you sick; the faded pastel painted walls, the laminate flooring that peeled at the corners, the smell of plastic and rubber that sat in the air.

Toji kept you in his lap, running a hand down your back gently as you trembled. "Shh, you're okay, sweetheart," he whispered to you, holding your head in the crook of his neck.

"'M scared, Toji," you mumbled, biting at the skin of your thumb nervously. Toji pulled your hand away from your mouth, opting to hold it in his own.

"'M right here, pup, 'not gonna let them do anything to you," or the baby, he wanted to say, plush lips pressing a comforting kiss to your temple.

once the two of you were called back, Toji carried you all the way into the private room, setting you down onto the paper-covered bed, stroking your thigh. You sat with your body practically glued to his side, both arms wrapped around one of his larger ones.

The visit went relatively smoothly, average questions and exams: your ears, your eyes, gag reflex, smell, taste, mental state. You were willing to do what the doctor asked as long as Toji was with you, keeping a hand on some part of your body.

Eventually, the doctor had you lay down, under the pretense that you were just getting a regular abdominal exam. Toji kept your focus on him, nodding off about random things he'd done the other day while the doctor poured a clear gel over your stomach.

"'S cold," you mumbled, turning your head into Toji's stomach, he ran his hand over your ears comfortingly.

"I know, baby, 'm sorry,"

Toji was so preoccupied with keeping you calm he hadn't even noticed static black and white image that displayed itself across the wide screen. "Ah...there they are," the doctor's voice pulled Toji's attention from stroking your head to the screen.

Eyes widening, he shook your shoulder a bit, helping turn you to look at the screen. "Look, baby," voice high with excitement, "That's your baby, sweetie." He kept a hand on your head, fingers massaging your ears gently, the other point to the screen.

Giving a low whine, you turned back into Toji's stomach; everything was too much, you felt sick, skin clamy and sticky, your bones felt heavy, hell, your fucking brain felt like it had been strewn to mush - you were so foggy and delirious.

"Hey, hey," Toji cupped your face in his hand, "You feelin' okay, kid?" he knelt down to meet your eyes, running his palm over the back of your head comfortingly.

"Just wanna go home," you sniffled, eyes welling up; you were so frustrated: hungry, tired, nauseous.

"Sometimes pregnancies can be hard on the mother-" a rip of paper came from behind you, "Looks like this might be one of those instances unfortunately." The doctor's voice cut through the fog of your head like a knife; splitting your brain in two, God, you just wanted to go home.

Toji tensed at that - you could feel it in the way his soft strokes halted, his hand shaking lightly atop your head. "Okay..." his voice was steady yet still cautious, "So what does that mean...?"

The doctor only continued to work, wiping the gel of your soft belly and pulling your shirt back, "Just be careful with her," he spoke to Toji, "Don't let her do anything too strenuous, lots of sleep, and lots of support-" the doctor paused a minute, "Both mentally and physically." The doctor helped you to sit up, rough paper of the bed scratching your thighs, "She'll need it."

✶ ✶ ✶

To say the rest of your pregnancy was difficult would be an understatement; though you tried to pretend it wasn't, but Toji knew better.

Knew better in the way you'd shift and whine and cry at night, trying to get comfortable on the large bed, circling and circling in stress before Toji pulled you to his lap and rubbed the taught skin of your belly, soothing his restless child.

Knew better in the way you'd struggle to breathe - the baby's too big for you, too heavy as it pushes and presses your organs, compressing your lungs and making it hard to move, let alone breathe normally.

Even now, with your small body laid out across Toji's lap, it's a hot summer day and you're panting, splotches of drool soaking into Toji's cargo pants - rough fingers stroking your soft ears gently - he can feel the tension in your body, your spine is rigid and strained, each vertebrae exposed to the cool air of the living room.

"You doin' okay, pup?" He tucks his head to look at you, moving his hand to stroke your belly. Still panting, you give a light nod - it's too hot. Everything's too hot.

"'S too hot," you manage, throat dry and husk. Your tail is hanging over the side of the couch - its usual lazy swaying broken by the heat, laying limply over the cushions.

"I know baby, I know," he coos, pressing a kiss to your forehead; he feels bad, your poor body can hardly get enough air and you're near roasting. "How 'bout I get you an ice pack, huh?"

Ears perk lightly at that, limp tail bouncing a bit, "Yes, please," you whisper into Toji's shirt. He helps you to stand, keeping a hand on your lower back, the other holding your smaller palm, steading you.

The walk to the kitchen takes longer than you would've appreciated, accompanied by the dull aches and sore pain that shoots up your spine and sinks into your bones, you can't move as agile as you used to.

"M'okay," you gasp, laying against the granite island, pressing the side of your cheek into the cold stone - the heat from your body quickly turns the cool counter a murky warm.

Toji nods at you but keeps his hand on your back as he sifts through the drawer of the freezer, stroking your soft skin in circles.

Setting the cool pack onto the dent of your back, he reaches underneath you to cup the underside of your swollen middle, carefully pulling upwards a bit to ease the strain off your spine. God, you're so tiny.

A deep sigh of relief spills from your swollen lips at the lift of your tummy - Toji keeping the ice pack steady with one hand and your belly cupped gingerly in the other.

"Feel good, honey?" He looks over your shoulder, turning, you nod, panting lightly as your bring your mouth to his, meeting his plump lips with your own. You only nod, pressing your forehead into his shoulder.

✶ ✶ ✶

Toji knew it would be today - he could tell by the way you sat on his lap last night, taking sharp breaths, small tremors and shivers running up and down your arms; he knew.

He woke to the sound of your small whimpers; more animal-like than human. Body hidden away under the heavy nest of blankets and pillows you'd stored up over the past five months; you were insistent on sleeping on the floor - much to Toji's dismay - it offered your tired body support while you slept, rather than the memory foam mattress Toji had installed specifically for your pregnancy, anytime you fell asleep on it you felt as though you could sink through the floor.

Rubbing a hand over his face, he stepped out of bed, padding his way over to the bundle of blankets - "Hey, baby," he kept his voice low as to not startle you; he knew you'd be more protective of yourself, more vulnerable in this state.

Sitting down beside your cradled blanket, he watched you carefully; obviously distressed, wet pants and light cries coming from beneath the pastel blankets. "You doin' okay, sweetie?" he rubbed at your ears gently, you immediately swooned, nuzzling your head deeper into his hand.

"Hurts," you whispered, hand cupping the underside of your belly, Toji's eyes moved from your own to your middle, placing his hand over the taught skin, rubbing it gently.

"Yeah, I bet it does, kid." he chuckled lightly - the two of you sat in a soft silence for a while, only the turning of the fan and your whimpers breaking the wall of quiet. Toji kept his hand on your head, leaning his body against the wall, letting himself fall into a light sleep - just as he had begun to drift off he heard a you give a high-pitched whine.

Eyes shooting open, he looked to you, you were trying to stand, hand cupping your belly, the other pushing yourself up from the ground weakly.

"Hey, hey, hey," Toji pushed himself off the ground, picking your body up, legs wrapping around his waist and body pressing as close as the two of you could manage. "Lemme help, kid." nodding, you dropped your cheek to Toji's shoulder, trying to steady your breathing as he walked down the stairs, careful of your sensitivity, he kept one hand on your back, the other under your bum.

once downstairs, Toji slowly placed you onto the couch, grabbing a blanket and draping it over your lap before placing a soft kiss to your head and heading to the guest bedroom to grab a few towels.

With worried eyes, you follow his quick strides down the hall - a tight spasm of your stomach muscle pulls you to hunch over your middle; chills run up and down your spine, breathing shakily, you grip the leather armrest of the couch, tail rigid behind you.

A rough hand comes to rest against your spine, rubbing soft circles into the t-shirt you'd stolen from Toji months ago. He watches you with troubled eyes and furrowed brows; your eyes are strewn shut, ears flat to your head, small hand cupping your belly, and hairs of your tail on edge.

"T-Toji-" you manage, exhaling deeply, your hand pats the armrest of the couch in search for him - kneeling down beside you, Toji takes your small hand in his larger one, bringing his other to stroke your swollen middle; unconsciously tracing your stretchmarks with the pad of his thumb.

The contraction soon passes and the tension in your body releases, body falling back against the pillows of the couch in a deep sigh. Toji keeps to the ground, hand running over the swell of your belly gently, "You okay, sweetie?" he's gentle as not to spook you, bringing a hand up to massage your ear.

You give a tired nod, hand coming up to hold his wrist, your breathing now evened out, you give Toji a small smile. The two of you sit quietly for a couple minutes, listening to each other's soft breaths, Toji clearing his throat occasionally comforts you - comforts you in knowing you're not alone.

✶ ✶ ✶

"Toji 's too hot," you whine, pulling at the hem of his shirt, he aids you quickly, pulling the shirt over your head with a 'shh...'

You're kneeling on the sheets of the bed, rocking yourself back and forth, preparing yourself for the next contraction, arms trembling beneath your weight.

This contraction feels different though, it's dense - sitting in the pit of your stomach, it's longer than the others. "Toji!" you gasp, eyes flying open; a white-hot pain shooting up through your spine.

"'M here, 'm here, kid," he runs to your side of the bed, kneeling down to the ground and offering his hands - you grasp his bicep roughly, nails digging into the muscle of his arm.

"Gah!" a low groan rolls up the back of your throat, and for a moment you think you might puke. Shifting from knee to knee, the pain bellows itself within your stomach, pooling into the seat of you. Dropping your head between your shoulder blades you let out a deep moan, face scrunched in stress.

"Shh... good girl," Toji looks around your arm to watch your belly, the hulk of it seems lower, dropping almost - he furrows his brows gently at that, the baby dropped; meaning he only had a small window of time to get you comfortable somewhere before your body was forced to shut down and focus on birthing his child.

"Hey, baby," he smiles lightly, voice in a low whisper. Lifting your head, tired eyes stare into his, he moves to stand, cupping your face in his hands softly, "Baby, I gotta' tell ya' somethin', 'kay?" he moves to run a hand up and down the plank of your back.

You swallow through a nod, already too tired to speak besides groans and small whimpers.

"I think the baby dropped, which means we gotta' figure out your safety spot," he bites his lip nervously, "'Kay?" he digs his hand into your shoulder, trying to ease some of the taught muscle.

He sees the switch in your expression, an obvious panic settling into your mind, your ears falling back and tail curling between your legs. you start to shift back, crawling in small steps with your hands and knees away from Toji.

immediately, Toji's grabbing you gently, pulling your body back to him. He drags your body into his lap, holding you in a loose hug; fat tears soak into his Harley, your panic and stressed filled sobs pull at his heart as you sniffle into the sleeves of his shirt in distress, broken cries muffled by the fabric.

"I know, baby, I know," his voice is wet, nearly catching in his throat at the sound of you coughing on your own spit and tears, "Baby, baby," he cups his hands beneath your armpits, pulling you up to rest against his shoulder. "Baby, c'mon, 'm gonna take care you, I promise."

You only cry harder at that, stuffing your face into his neck before Toji's gently pulling you away to look at you, "Baby, I promise," he strokes your cheek with his knuckles, "I know it's scary, honey, but I promise you, I promise, I'm gonna take care of you."

Nodding, you let him pick you up from the bed, cradling your body, he walks into the suite bathroom, bringing you to the tub. He sits on the edge as he fills it, holding you in his lap; you're still shaking, violent tremors running up and down your skin, the hairs of your tail, cheek, and arms stand on edge.

Toji offers as much comfort as he can, a hand running up and down your back comfortingly. Your head is tucked into his neck, shaky breaths huff against his skin. Chills run up his arms as realization sets in, that you're about to have a baby, that you're about to have his baby. He lets you rest in his lap for a little bit, pressing kisses to your temple and massaging your ears gently.

"'Kay, baby," he starts, you immediately tense, "Let's get you in the tub, 'kay?" he moves to his feet, gently lowering your small body into the luke-warm water. You whimper when he steps away, body sinking into the vulnerability of your state.

"Toji-"

"'M right here, sweetie," he keeps his voice steady, grabbing a baby blue towel from the shelf, he makes his way back to you, kneeling down beside the tub.

✶ ✶ ✶

You're resting against the end of the tub, one hand cupping the underside of your belly and the other reaching for Toji. He smiles at you, linking your hands together and resting them on the porcelain edge of the tub.

The two of you sit in silence for a while, Toji occasionally squeezing your hand in comfort. He watches you with a sympathetic smile, your eyes drifting closed before another contraction hits and you're forced awake.

"'Nother one?" Toji's eyebrows raise and you nod, he clears his throat, bending over the edge of the tub, helping you move to your hands and knees. The water submerges your belly as you arch your back into the contraction.

You're mostly quiet throughout the contractions, opting to sway on your knees as Toji's hand runs up and down your back. Letting out a whine, you push yourself to your forearms, forehead resting against the cool porcelain.

"Shh..." Toji soothes, rubbing the base of your neck, the pressure of his hand distracting you, "I know, you're doin' so good, pup."

You release a puff of air, swollen cheeks hallowing as the pain shoots up your spine, and then you're cupping your belly with one hand, the other resting at the bottom of the tub. panting, you rock yourself softly, hoping the pain would ease only to have it rile in the seat of your back, sending pins and needles down your thighs, "Toji..." you whisper through a shaky gasp.

"I know, I know," He comforts, running his hand from the base of your neck to your back, pressing until you're bending downwards.

"Gah!" you cry out, back arching and breasts pressing into the tub's slope.

"Sorry, honey," Toji winces at your small whimpers, "Needed to get you down a bit, 's gonna help move the lil' squirt, 'kay?" you gulp wetly through a nod, bracing yourself as the pain rivets throughout your abdomen.

Hissing through your teeth, you duck your head, back pulled into a strain, a numbness settling into your legs when suddenly you felt a 'pop'. Picking your head up, eyes widening, you turn to look around your belly, reaching a hand down between your thighs; you pad around in frustration.

"What's up?" Toji runs his hand up and down the arm you're steadying yourself with, the other following the your hand between your legs to run up and down your thigh, "You good?"

You shake your head, eyes cinched shut, "I-" you gulp, "I think my water broke..." pulling your hand back to cup your belly, you look to Toji for help, eyes heavy with fear.

Toji doesn't say anything, only runs his hand back to pet at your entrance, pulling his hand away, he brings it up to see a pinkish fluid covering his fingers, he quickly rubs the bloody water away off one of the towels by his knee as to not let you see.

Your eyes follow his movements before meeting on his own, bottom lip quivering, Toji's quick to console you, bringing his hand down to rub at your stomach, the other cupping your head to his chest, "Shh..." he pets your head softly, "You're okay, you're okay, sweet girl."

He pushes himself away from you, standing up from his knees, he pulls off his shirt, keeping his boxers on, he moves to sit in the tub with you. Backing up, you let him sit back against the slanted end before he's pulling you back to his chest, your clamy back pressed against his wet chest, face nuzzled into his neck.

Time seems to move slower as you progress, body bending and spine curling in rivets, your legs are thrown over Toji's thighs, his legs bent beside you, hand running over the curve of your belly, pressing gently into your taught skin.

Groaning, your back arches into Toji's hold, pressing yourself up into his chest in a whine; he pulls you back, cupping your head to his cheek and pressing a kiss to the back of your neck. His large hand remains on your middle, rubbing small circles with the pad of his thumb.

"Hurts so much," you seethe, teeth clenched and eyes screwed shut, your nails dig into the meat of your thighs before Toji's pulling them away and holding them up in the air.

"Shh..." he whispers at the base of your neck, "I know, honey-"

"Ow!" you arch again, "Needa' push," you cry, tears pour over your cheeks at the realization that this was it. that you were about to give birth, that you were going through this without an epidural and that you were about to do this all alone - that you were about to have a baby.

Toji can nearly see the gears turning in your head, click, click, click, feeding your mind with precariousness, your mental state leaching off the thoughts like a snake to blood. He's quick to redirect you, readjusting your legs in his hands, he's holding the pit of your knee, pulling your legs back somewhat. You're still gasping and panting and crying, nearly choking back on your own spit.

"Breathe, baby, shh..." he brings a hand up to turn your face to his own, "Breathe for me, sweetheart, c'mon" he presses a kiss to the bridge of your nose and your pants soften to heavier huffs of shaky air.

He lets you sit for a couple seconds, chest heaving in a struggle to calm yourself, he keeps his lips pressed to your cheek, whispering soft words and small breaths of "Shh," rubbing the skin of your thighs gently before your body is pulsating again, muscles contracting and spasming.

"Needa' push?" He pulls away to look over your shoulder, brows furrowed in concern at your appearance: your skin is hot, deep circles under your tired eyes, lip covered in broken dried blood - like plates of a desert, bitten in pain.

You nod weakly, pushing yourself up some, you bear down, teeth bared in a grimace, you dig your nails into Toji's biceps, he's pulling your legs back towards you.

"Breathe," he coaches, you fall back to his chest, lungs heaving in a pant. He brings a hand down to cup a pool of the water into his palm, pouring it over your belly. Rubbing the skin of your middle, he presses soft kisses to your swollen cheek. "Doin' so good for me, baby," you pant into his neck, "So good."

✶ ✶ ✶

As you begin to transition, Toji's moved you to the granite floor of the bathroom, towels and blankets rolled flat beneath you, his hand resting on the dent of your lower back. You're back to rocking back and forth as the baby crowns - the baby had started crowing 15 minutes ago, moving slowly as it nearly breached your body.

"Toji..." you whine, ears drooping, you can feel the baby's head crown again when you push - a heavy feeling pressing against your hips. "Toji!" You yelp, tail bending between your legs.

Toji's quick to pull it back, holding it up while still rubbing small circles into your skin, "'M right here sweetie, you're doin' great." He tilts his head a bit, "Got another push fr'me, baby?" He looks back to you.

Nodding, you bend down and push, your whole body runs rigid, thighs so tight they're shivering, arms trembling, and jaw aching.

"Lil' more, right there, good girl." Toji bends your tail back over the flesh of your bum to push your hips downwards. He brings his hand to your entrance, feeling around before stopping lightly, the head just barely meets the tips of his fingers. "There he is."

At Toji's words, you bore down once more, nearly growling as your body trembled, you don't have enough air - you choke back in a breath.

"Hey, easy, easy, easy," Toji pulls away to cup your jaw in his hand, "Dont push yet, sweetheart."

You feel like crying - it hurts so bad and you just want your baby. "Hurts, Toji," you break out into a sob. Toji's eyes widen, immediately bringing both hands down to cup your wet cheeks.

"Hey, hey, hey," he wipes your brow, "What's up, sweetie, you're okay, you're okay."

You shake your head, coughing wetly, "'S scary," you cry, lashes stuck together, soaked in your tears.

"Baby," he coos, you only sob harder, arms threatening to give out beneath your weight. Toji moves to sit in front of you, pulling you up into a hug, one hand cupping the back of your head, the other running down your spine. "Shh...I know, I know."

You're coughing and drooling and sobbing and your face is swollen and you feel like you can breathe - there's too much happening, you're so afraid.

"Calm down, kid," he pulls back to hold your wet cheeks in his hands, heat from your body sinks into his palms, "Hey, hey, deep breaths fr'me, 'kay?" He nods.

Swallowing, you nod tiredly, slouching into his hold, eyes falling shut and breath nearly evening before you're pulled into another contraction. "Haa...haa" you're sobbing, more tears spill over your cheeks in frustration.

Groaning, you push yourself off of his chest, Toji helps you to your hands and knees, arms straining under you, head lolling between your shoulders lazily. Toji moves to kneel beside you, a hand massaging the base of your shoulders, the other running up and down your thigh.

"C'mon, sweetheart, give me a push," he brings his hand from your thigh to your entrance. Giving a growl, you dig deep and push. You can feel your body stretching, splitting, and breaking as the head pushes your swollen entrance, "That's it, c'mon, hold it, hold it!" Toji encourages, bringing both hands up to rest against the small head.

"Good girl, just a little bit more, sweetie," he pets your back gently, "He's right there."

Groaning, you inhale quickly, regaining the push. Your head feels light, splashes of black and white cross your vision as you sit yourself into the push. You're panting, a wave of nausea runs up your body as the ears breach your body, it burns - you feel like you're being split apart.

"Okay, okay, okay," Toji keeps a hand on the now partially breached head, the other on your shoulder.

"Ahh, haa...haa," panting, you nearly topple over before Toji's pushing your hip to the ground, elevating your bum with a folded towel.

"You're doin' so good, kid," Toji kisses your forehead, ruffling your ears, he moves back to between your legs, holding his hands out beneath you.

Shaking your head, you move to push again, face hot and lidded eyes burning with tears, Toji stops you - pressing his hand to your stomach lightly, "Easy," he watches you, "Push with your contractions baby, you're gonna tire yourself if you don't, 'kay?"

Nodding, you groan as another contraction rips itself through your body, forcing you to curl in on yourself, tail going rigid and ears flat to your head. The hairs on your neck stand up, the burn between your thighs runs cold, your legs growing numb.

"Good girl, good girl, he's right here, sweetie," Toji coaches, a hand on your thigh, the other helping to move the baby's head at an easier angle. "You're doin' so good, honey," you're sobbing, crying and choking again, "Just a lil' bit more, baby, you're so close."

The nerves in your body seem to fall numb at a soft pop, the baby's head falling into Toji's hand, he brings the other down to help pull with your feeble pushes.

"Gonna pull him a lil' bit, 'kay?"

You only cry, weakly reaching for Toji. You feel so vulnerable - everything's so heavy and thick and muffled and you feel like you're sinking into the floor. You can barely see - a blurry foam covering your eyes as you strain.

Toji notices your panic, keeping the babies head in one hand while the other grabs your hand, pad of his thumb rubbing small circles into your clamy skin. "'M right here, kid," your chest slows, breathing deepening, "Not goin anywhere, sweetie." He lets you sit for a second or two, echoing your pants with his own.

after a minute or two, you press yourself upwards into a squat, Toji's hand on your shoulder, the other beneath you.

"You do what feels right, okay, baby?" he watches your eyes, "Push when you need to, 'kay?" he shuffles up to a squat in front of you, balancing on the balls of his shoes, "'M not leavin' ya."

Swallowing tearfully, you bring a hand down to cup the baby's head, Toji's hand coming to rest of yours. You inhale deeply before pushing again, curling in on yourself and tucking your body into Toji's chest.

Toji works with you, pulling with your push lightly, turning the head to relieve the stretch, chanting "good girl," in your ear as you bare yourself again, grunting into the next contraction, the shoulders fall free and the baby falls into Toji's hands.

You fall to your bum, gasping for air as Toji quickly grabs a towel from beside him, wrapping the baby up as it cries.

"'S a boy," he smiles tearfully at you, carefully handing the bundle to you. Toji moves to sit behind you, pulling your exhausted body into the seat of his lap. Moving your tail over the side of his thigh, he brings his arms up to support your hold on the baby.

"He's so pretty," you smile, rubbing a finger over his small ears; he's so tiny, fitting in space of Toji's palm, he's already asleep in your hold.

"He sure is, pup," he kisses the back of your head, "Ya did a good job, sweetheart."

sighing, you lean into Toji's hold, chest rising and falling in synch with his, "Whatta' gonna name him?" Toji pets your cheek softly.

"I like the name Megumi," you whisper, running your finger up and down Megumi's cheek, Toji hums, kissing your temple.

"'M tired," you slur, looking up at him.

Toji only nods, bringing his arms fully underneath to hold Megumi, he presses a kiss to your nose gently, "Go to sleep, pup."

#toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #jujustu kaisen #jjk fushiguro #jjk #jjk toji #fushiguro

[imagine-a-dream]

aah could i please request a 'dating jim (from the in9 episode the understudy) headcanons'? ^ ^

Hello, love, i'm so verry sorry for SUCH a long delay. But here it is, hope you like it! ♥ Thank you for request!!!

Dating Jim headcanons

🎭 He’s ambitious but so not sure of himself! And sadly, it goes not only for his job, but for his personal life as well. So when he met you, you were the one to take the first step and ask him out on a date. Bc the poor thing was too shy, feeling like you deserve someone better than him, someone who’s not going to throw away his shot with a pretty thing like you.

🎭 But after you flirted with him and showed him you were really interested… Oh boy, he’s all over you.

🎭 He’s the sweetest, loveliest, softest man you have ever met. And he’s so in love with you!

🎭 You would bond over your love for theater, be it as a viewer or an actor or any other kind of worker. And if you don’t like theater, then either you will one day or it's your loss, sorry. You quickly learned that he is an actor and you gush over it, but he’s almost too quick to disappoint you (or so he thinks)

"No, I’m… I’m actually an understudy, so. Yeah, not so exciting now."

"Well, you learn the script and all of the moves, you know where to stand, what to grab and when, all the stuff! You are an actor! Don't sell yourself short."

The poor man is nearly on the verge of tears.

🎭 Although, after his previous relationships, he’s a bit shy and shameful. He would apologize constantly. He is expecting for you to try and ‘motivate’ him to do more, to finally reach the main goal of being ‘an actual actor’. But you never do. '

🎭 You only help him and comfort him if he needs it, but other than that, you’re happy the way your life is. The way he is. You’re not dating an actor, you’re dating Jim. And after you told him just that when he again was put in the background and came home excpecting to be scolded, this was the moment he realized that one day he’d marry you.

🎭 He will probably jokingly call you something like "My lady" or "Your majesty", after your help with all the auditions and plays. It became an inside joke and also an affectionate nickname.

🎭 PDA is a MUST for him. So. many. hugs! And kisses, and handholding, and even flirting openly. He’s so happy that you’re not in the business (or just open about the relationships) and you don't need to hide/tone down anything. He would wrap himself around you like a blanket if he only could.

🎭 He’s very affectionate and such a romantic man! He doesn’t have much money for grand gestures (not that you need it anyway), but he will absolutely do themed dates. Like decorating your house and bringing Romeo and Juliet costumes for the two of you.

🎭 Also, he will absolutely melt if you do the same kind of thing.

🎭 He still gets sad over not getting any big roles sometimes. Please, hold him, make him his favourite meal and kiss him. He needs it.

🎭 Jim would openly and pridefully tell any soul that is willing to listen about you. He’s really very happy to find a person that loves him for him.

🎭 He's great with kids and all the parents always falls in love with him, so family meetings will never be an issue.

🎭 He will drown you in love, honestly. He’s never pushy or demanding, no. But he will make sure to be there for you, when you need him and that you know that he has your back. Words, touches, small gifts and acts of love, that’s his language.

🎭 Making you a breakfast or lunch to work; holding your hand in public; giving you the time and place to be alone of you need and don’t ask or push the subject until you’re ready to speak.

🎭 Remembering little details about you, like your favorite colour; the first time you kissed; your favorite artist; your least favorite topping on pizza; that stupid song you hate but love to sing in the shower or while doing something at home. He remembers everything, or at least tries to.

🎭 He’s very grateful for you, for your support and love, for all of the sleepless nights that turned into another rejection, and for every encouraging word you said. But most importantly, he’s grateful for your confidence in him. He can see how much you truly believe in him and it motivates him to work harder, be braver and do better.

🎭 And when he got the main role in the new prodaction "Richard III" after many years of being an understudy... He was ecstatic. You barely opened the door and he was all over you, crying and proposing to you.

🎭 He’s the epitome of the ideal boyfriend, and he will forever cherish you.

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#inside no 9 #Inside No 9 headcanons #Inside no 9 x reader #Jim Inside no 9 #Jim Inside no 9 x reader #Jim Inside no 9 headcanons #IN9 #IN9 x reader #IN9 headcanons #Reece Shearsmith #Inside no 9 the understudy #The Understudy #gender neutral reader #plus size reader #queue doesn't discriminate between the sinners and the saints

[peoplecallmelucifer]

Every story ever written

“Attention passengers“ A pleasant voice echoed trough the hallways “We will be arriving to Nithra 5 in half an hour. Please prepare to disembark“ John Was excited and nervous. He was a part of the group representing Earth at the art festival of the Galactic Assembly. Considering it was Earths first Time sending representatives and hew as the one giving the speech his nervousness was justified. AS they disembarked the cruise ship they were greeted by a tall and slender “It’s my pleasure to extend the greetings in behalf of the Galactic assembly. I am Nithra Suenn and was assigned as your guide during your stay“

John  stood on his toes so he would be able to look Suenn in the eyes. “ Oh, thank you. I’m Jonathan grace, you can call me John, This here is Antonio Morena..” “Toni for short” the man replied “...And this is Maria Petova“ “I’m Just short” Maria replied baiting a chuckle out of their Guide May I ask something before we start though“ Sam said “Of course“ Suenn replied “Could you tell us where the envoys of the other two newcomer are.“ “Of course. If you wish I could notify their guides and see if they would be willing to arrange a meeting later today“ “That’d be lovely“ “Now If you would follow me to your quarters. I presume you would want some rest before we start the tour“ “Lead the way miss Nithra“ Sam said with a smile AS the trio followed their guide they took in the sights of the Spacedock, during the 10 minutes shuttle ride to the planet surface Toni and John were debating their upcoming speech while Maria quietly hummed a lullaby as she stared out of the window. “Miss Maria“ Suen said as she noticed the humming “oh, yes Suenn?“ “May I inquire about the melody you were... singing“ “Oh that, I was humming a lullaby I usually sing for my daughter. This is the longest I’ve been separated from her so I’m a bit Melancholic“ “Oh,  quite understandable. We Tlii also have a strong  bond with our family ... I’m nearly 40 and I still call my parents daily.“ The rest of the ride was marked by present small talk. When they landed The Group was given an hour to rest before they head out towards the “Palace of Art” The most famous gallery in the Explored part of the galaxy. “So folks“ John said “First impressions“ “Bit too formal for my taste but not bad. The Guide is cute too“ Maria replied “I’m hungry“ Toni replied “Well go grab something from the hotels restaurant. Suenn Said all the costs will be covered“ John said as Tonis eyes widened “So ... Free all you can eat buffet?“ “Yes“ “And we are staying here for a week“ “Yes“ “...Good bye my summer body“

“You’re a pig“ Maria said as Toni was closing the doors A few minutes later Suenn knocked on the doors “hello again. I have contacted the guides of the other two newcomers and their envoys said they would gladly meet you but they also requested we arrive fifteen minutes early so that you can have a proper meeting“ “Thank you very much Suenn. Tell them we agree“ Maria said Suenn nodded and left “Why do you wanna meet them anyway“ Maria asked John “Well they are new here, we are new here, none of  us actually knows what’s going on. It might be easier for all of us if we feel confused together“ “Fair point“ The human delegacy arrived 10 minutes earlier than agreed, mostly because of Johns insistence. “Why were you so adamant on arriving early Mister John “ “Well... I was too anxious for waiting in the hotel“ “And waiting here is... not causing anxiety?“ “No, because here I’m sure I won’t miss anything important“ “I can not say I fully comprehend that logic but if it lessens your anxiety I see no problem with waiting here.“ “Can I ask you something Suenn?“ “Of course?“ “I noticed your First name was the identical to the name of the planet. Is that Just a coincidence or something else?“ “It’s actually Tradition. Tlii name their children after  their Birthplace and a name chosen by their parents. I was born on this planet so My Birth Name is Nithra while my Given name is Suenn.“ “Huh. Interesting.“ After a few more  minutes of casual discussions the two delegations arrived. The D’Dret Delegacy consisted of twelve members all sporting their environment suits. “Greeting fellow children“ the leader of the delegation said as he reached out his hand

“Children?” Antonio asked quietly“ “The D’Dret word for artist is the same as their word for child“ Suenn replied “Kinda fits right“ John shook the delegates hand “It’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m JonathanGrace, leader of our delegation. You can call me John “ “I am afraid my name is quite impossible for the translator to handle so feel free to call me Otra, considering that’s the Star system I hail from“ From the other vehicle disembarked a delegation of twenty Beings of Yellow christening appearance. a leader of the group stepped forth and greeted the gathered “In behalf of Veq Hive I speak the words of greeting” the translator read “In be half of Humanity I accept the gritting and send my own“ John said and bowed, Otra mimicking his actions saying “ I do the same on behalf of D’Dret autonomy“ The Veq leader let out a low pitch pleasant click returning the bow “This one is called Ruea“ “My name Is Jonathan Grace“ “Call me Otra, shall we head inside“ “Certainly“ Ruea and John replied While there were no delegates yet there was a descent amount of visitors to the Gallery and the three delegations as well as their guides drew a number of looks. This seemed to make Johnnervous again, but also even more excited than ever. His companions seemed to share this attitude along with the D’Dret delegates. The Veq did not experience emotions, or at lest not in the way  Humans did. They didn’t know fear,Happiness or anger, but could be inquisitive,curious and mistrusting or frustrated. Although the latter was extremely rare and fairly mild. “How come Humans only sent 3 creators“ Ruea asked “Well Humanity is aware of its reputation. Lots of people in the assembly consider us borderline insane due to our contradictory nature. SO our Academy decided that the best course of action here would be to send a small delegation and not draw much attention on ourselves.“ “A reasonable approach Otra said“ “Yeah, but us three decided we have something else in plan for our speech“ “You would... defy your superior?“ Rue said in intrigued Disbelief “to a Veq that causes great pain.“ “Well If i am not wrong, you are biochemically connected, so acts of defiance are extremely rare since your communication is almost instant and complete” John said impressing Ruea “In our case that is not so. We are very Individual even though we are social beings, and sometimes people in authority refuse to listen to suggestions because they see themselves above others. In that case we become defiant“ “You are a weird people“ Said Otra with a little pause “but than again I’m the one in the EV suit“ The lengthy conversation about differences in cultures and approaches to art between all the members of the 3 delegations attracted a crowd of intrigued listeners even Suenn and the other guides were intrigued and occasionally asked a question or two.

After A an hour Suenn spoke up “Excuse me delegates, but the Ceremony is about to start. Would you please follow your respective guide to your seat“ “Oh certainly.“ John said “Ladi Ruea, Otra It has been a pleasure. Hopefully we can continue this discussion sometimes soon“

Suenn Lead her delegation to a circular room with many levels. filled to the brim with delegations from thousand of species. Humans were somewhere around the middle,Maria Noticed the Veq being almost at the bottom and one of their delegates apparently noticed her waving and looked curiously at her. she than put her opened palms on her troth imitating a traditional greeting they taught her. John noticed Otras suit about two levels above them sat juxtaposed to them and covered one eye with his hand greeting his new friend with their greeting to which Otra replied with a peace sign. “hello and welcome everyone to the annually art festival of the Galactic Assembly.” said a small alien “He looks like a plushy” Toni whispered and baited another chuckle out of Suenn. ” This year the assembly welcomed three new species The Pedantic Veq hive, The crafty D’Dret autonomy and ... Diverse Alliance of human worlds. As is tradition the newcomers will hold their speeches first. Starting with the Humans.“ John stood up “I think you for this opportunity but before I hold my speech I must ask, on behalf of our new friends of the Authonomy  and the Hive. would you allow them to speak before us, as they asked me if I would be willing to swap places with them“ “Well... no one ever turned down the offer of being first to speak before, A kind gesture indeed. I don’t see why not. Verry well. Who of you wants to speak first“ “The Authonomy children will gladly hear out our comrades of the Hive before we speak ourselves“ ”I thank our new friends for granting this request of mine.” Lady Ruea replied as she slowly walked to the podium. Suenn turned to John “What you just did was unprecedented. May I inquire why have you done this“ “As we were about to go our separate ways lady Ruea noticed that her translator was running out of battery and her spare was left in their hotel. considering she didn’t want to miss any of our speeches so she asked if I would let her talk first so she can switch her power cell after her speech. and considering I’m nervous as hell right now I decided to give myself a bit more time to relax and see other speeches before I step down there“ “Coward“ Maria teased him “and proud of it“ he replied

The speech of Ruea was simple it briefly described the way her people think and the way they approach art, or as they call it creation. How they prefer writing in strict form but are also constantly looking for new forms to write. how their statues are  trying to be symmetrical in every way and yet innovative. After her Otra came down doing the same talking about how Their culture sees artists as people who never lost their child imagination how every new creation is a new unexplored wonder, just like every next step is a new experience for a toddler. Than came John’s turn. He was still a bit nervous but he kept his cool. “As you know. lady Ruea asked me if I would do her a favour and let her speak first. I let my new friend Otra speak second because I was too nervous to do it myself“ a few chuckles were heard among the crowd “AS you know Humans have a reputation and  I was given a ready speech by the people who sent me here to read and stay out of trouble so that I can alleviate that reputation. But than again That’d be to deny human nature.“ Nick said as he ripped a sheet of paper with a written speech “Oh boy here we go“ Toni commented “What is he doing“ Suenn asked “Being true to himself ... and being a jackass“ maria replied “Our leaders only allowed us artists one speech, and a small delegation. I can live with that. But if they want me to speak I will speak however I see fit. And yes I will get in trouble for this if you were wondering“ A few more chuckles and murmurs started among the crowd “I am know that whatever stylistic figures, whatever topic I can think of, someone else in this room will think of as well. The  Ka’ran are called the masters of Romance and yet some of their poets wrote works of horror I find exquisite.  The Hevar are proud of their odes and marching songs and yet I find their lullabies to be incredibly soothing. So I don’t see a point in pretending that you are going to find something new in our works.“

This statement caused shock, intrigue and utter confusion. Are humans really so self destructive they would sabotage their own nation for an act of defiance? But the whispers and murmurs didn’t bother John

“In our statues, in our poetry, in our novels or paining ... all the motives we use I have seen with one quick stroll trough this gallery. So on this day I claim every story ever told has already been told. we just mixed up the words a bit differently.

A silence fell upon the room

I am looking forward, my fellow delegates, to read how you layed out the words we use.“

*Tink* a sound of two crystals hitting each other was heard from the lower levels *tink* as John walked off the podium and the Veq delegacy tried to imitate human clapping with their christaline limbs. *tink,tink,tink* Soon the D’Dred joined in, followed by the Ka’ran and Hevra that John Mentioned. after a few seconds most of the delegates gave a hearty applause.

“Well...“ the  alien small alien from before stepped back on the podium. “... I guess that a lot of rumours about the humans are true. They certainly are unpredictable and reckless... But If more of them are like their delegation I can only imagine how their artwork looks like. I suggest we take a half hour break before we continue“ The rest of the festival passed in a breeze. with the human delegation being followed by numerous new fans wherever they went. after a week and the conclusion of the festival several species decided to take the “scenic rout home“ as Humans said. and stopped on Cyrenca prime, Nueva Galizza, Earth and other human worlds, buying novels, visiting art museums and observing statues... Jonathan Grace was financially penalized for his “insubordination”, but considering he refused to return to earth, proffering to travel the Worlds of the assembly in search of new ideas to write about, that debt was never prayed. _ _

If you managed to get this far congrats, and thanks for reading.

I wrote this because I’ve noticed a lot of stories under these tags ... even the 2 I wrote are always going towards military and conflict situations. SO I turned it around to something I like much more

#humasn are space orcs #humans are space orcs #humans are space australians #humans are space oddities

[ingoappreciation]

Pokémon are truly brilliant beings! They are the best companions, oh! Hypnos is my.. well the best word for him is my starter, we were raised alongside eachother and I've had him since forever! Here, I'll show you!

*Icarus reaches for his pokeballs and throws up one, a togetic appears from inside it and as Icarus catches the pokeball the togetic flies over and lands on Icarus's head*

He is the also the reason I can't wear hats, I have tried but that track greatly displeases him, he also holds my notes! I am.. forgetful, unfortunately, so we have become a joint carriage! He will hold my notes and remind me of what I have written and i will not wear hats so he can rest on my head! Also I give him treats too, he very much enjoys that!

I am verry glad you and uncle Emmet knew what you wished to do since early on your route, I am still figuring myself out, my track may be foggy but I will not derail!

Yes, uncle Emmet is like that, I have used it to my advantage! Nobody wants to pick on you when your uncle can easily win against them and their dads! Of course that's not the only thing that track gives... But that has long passed! I am further on the track now and it is no longer a pressing matter! -icarus

Oh! He perked up upon seeing the Togetic, rocking on the balls of his heels as he took in how happy and healthy Icarus' partner was. "BRAVO~!" He beamed, startling a few passerbys as he did so. He waved at the Pokemon who nestled ontop of its trainer's head, Ingo looked happy. "You two are a two car train and coupled at the hip, mmhm~" He hummed. "You bond is clearly strong, I can see that, I am always proud of trainers who have a close bond with their pokemon partners." "Do not stress about finding out what you want to do, it will come with time. When I woke up in Hisui with no idea who I was, where I was from I felt so lost and hopeless, but I found purpose caring for Lady Sneasler, it just kind of fell into place." He admitted, mentally thanking his lady for finding him that fateful day. "Emmet actually punched Volo not too long ago...." He said, trailing off. "Both Emmet and I can hold our own in combat too, so people should be scared of us. We are powerful with and without Pokemon."

#ingo text

[illyrian-lover-flower]

The chosen forest keeper 4

      You were once a blooming flower in my heart  and all you left behind, as you went, was a  withered root inside me

 There was no sound, no scream, no sob, no whisper as he landed in the quite garden of her. Those soft flowers of hers smiling at him and his darkness.  

Beckoning him to come closer, to come listen as they sung in the howling wind -that cloaked him on this hour-long flight -back to these sad walls of the bright shining estate- his gigantic wings still numb to any touch, while his feet were well aware of the ground he stood on.  

His massive form a cloud of shadows as he allowed himself a last time in which he would admire the beauty of Elain’s work.  

All these soft, vibrant petals, painting his vision into a sea of pink, blue, violet, white, yellow and orange. It was a vibrating sea that danced to the wind -loved to swing their petite heads in those strong gusts as they seemed to move a last time for their lost flower.  

A flower that was more vibrant than he had ever seen. All those colours, she planted among the grounds of her sister’s estate, flowing through her very own blood. Making her the fairest of all the females he had ever met.

‘I was so blind!’ was all he could scold himself with, over and over again. Well aware that the awareness of that would never bring Elain back.  

Perhaps if he had truly seen her -not blinded by those vibrant colours of her happiness- he might have been able to save her.  

Might have been able to prevent her from this end she chose, might have been able to prevent her from painting the sea in the only colour she dreaded.  

Red.

Azriel never really noticed it, had never asked her, why she did not dare to touch a red petal. It should have been obvious. Her paling face, whenever she saw a strawberry or cherry should have spoken volumes to him.  

Perhaps it did, his shadows always raging in his ears when he left her to work with those red fruits, but he never listened. Never saw, until now, that no red bloom graced the grounds of her garden.  

It all made perfect sense.  

Those fearful eyes of hers, when he had gifted her this tool of bloodshed. As delicate and pure the hilt might have been -dainty lilac amethysts, arranged as small delicate Violets at the bottom of the haft of pure white jade, glimmering under the light that caught in the facets at the bottom of the hilt- it was still a tool of bloodshed.

No light gems, no blade -as grey as the clouds before a storm chased them around - engraved with soft vines till the tip of the sharp knife edge- could change this purpose.  

He should have known of her dread and yet he was oblivious to it.  

Only now were his dull hazel eyes able to see the truth she had hidden for so long - Elain was broken, hurt and destroyed.  

Azriel always thought of her as complete, without any fear as she overstepped the pain of her engagement. He always thought she never dared to touch a knife, a dagger, sword or any other weapon due to the respect of life.  

Those soft hands of hers having gifted it for so long.  

But they weren’t like he thought of them to be. He always thought they were strong-steady- as her hands gave life, only now did it occur to him that they were everything but that.

Elain had trembled. Trembled under the gazes of those she loved and yet no one saw her shivering.  

These soft flowers in front of him, that seemed to laugh at his stupid, bulky, form the only beings that were ever there to support her.  

In the wake of dawn, the bright song of day or the soothing lullaby of night - they were always there to listen, to calm her.  

While the rest of her family left her, occasionally spend hours with her.  

Small spell casting lessons with Amren and occasional hours of baking with Cassian the only change of her day when he had left her.  

Left her to bleed under those heavy fears, that still crippled him night for night and day for day.  

He was foolish to think that Elain did not suffer after her broken of engagement. Those genuine smiles of her, only a facade she kept up. Fooling everyone and most likely herself with them.

But he was too late.  

Only now able to hear those silent screams of her – that have long drowned in the sea.  

Yet he could not help but hear them.

Shrill screams flooding his ears as his shadows cloaked him, covered him in pain of this loud screech while they also comforted him. Azriel had always sworn he would never break down in front of them, would never allow his shadows to see the fragile parts of their master, but it was too late for that.  

They had long sensed the black gap in his heart, that dreaded to eat his whole being, as the spymaster had called out for a companion, a friend – that would never answer his call again.

And yet they did not destroy him, even seemed to caress these frayed edges with soft black tendrils as he was bared open to them.  

Welcoming him in a soft veil of shadows that kept him safe from the howling wind in the garden.  

Night having long settled above of him as the clouds hung the sky. As if even those vibrant stars cried for a soul that left too soon, the grey companions that covered them, embracing their friends as they covered their glittering tears.  

It was as if the Mother herself mourned over the end of a female, who would have been able to bring light into this empty world, letting the sky and nature hang low as she cried.  

Perhaps that was the only thing he would ever have in common with the mother.  

Tears for the seer, that could have been able to change the world – if only she would have granted herself more time, more freedom.  

But Azriel knew that Elain had ripped away her own time and freedom. If her heart would have been healed, having turned into a strong and steady, live giving tree, she would have changed everything. Would have been able to turn the world in anything she wanted to.  

Azriel knew of this strength, would have wished to see her bloom into it - showing her sisters, her family, the court, the world, of what she, the seer of the night court, was capable of - but she did not allow it.  

Elain having taken the higher chances, of a better world, with her - into a wet grave that promised her freedom.  

It was selfish of him, to not wish her this kind of freedom, to want her here again instead - but he was ready to make this selfish step, was ready to swear to the sad Mother above him, as the cold blade of Truth-Teller sliced open the crippled skin of his scarred palm.  

Blood dripping onto the live giving land, Elain had nursed, promising an eternal oath with drop, for drop, for drop, as the earth swallowed his red blood greedily.

Letting his hazel eyes bore past these dark clouds, seemingly looking right into the heart of the Mother, as this thin thread stretched between him and the sacred goddess. A bond, a wish, casted between them as the Mother took the prize, he was willing to pay.  

A memory for a memory.  

It was a lose try to find out who Elain really was - who she tried to be- but it was a chance. A crippled chance to know of her story from the blood that was shed in the sea, bound to stay in this world. And Azriel was ready to give his.

The red liquid dripping and dripping as he sat there in silence - hoping to find the first thing of the seer out- but there was nothing.

Nothing but the soft hue of golden light that caressed the dark realm of shadows around him. His brother and his mate sitting with hunched backs in front of the wide window to the sitting room, as he looked up to them through a clouded vision.  

Tears and shadows having created a black pond within the sea of flowers. Glittering under the soft golden stroke of light.  

Perhaps it was his imagination, perhaps his shadows, that shooed him back inside - letting light envelop him once again as his ears picked up for the first time, in hours, something different than the howling gust of wind or the ever-ringing words of Nesta Archeron in his head.  

It was a sob, a chocked sound that let his heart stutter once again as he entered the golden gleaming living room.  

Vassa and Lucien sitting, with hunched backs and founds as their eyes, opposite Feyre and Rhys that did not look verry different than the two red heads.  

Azriel knew from the many visits Vassa and Lucien had made, to see Elain, when he did not dare to speak with the bright seer. He had known of their burning hope, that Elain could see and detect what was precious to Koschei, but he also knew of their friendship that had formed.  

The fiery mortal Queen was by far no pleasant companion for most, but somehow, she had trusted the calm seer and grew friends with her rather soon. So, it was no surprise that her, always squared shoulders, sagged and shook from heart slicing sobs as she, too, screamed for the seer to return, to help them further, but she would not answer.

Not like the Queen wished at last.  

Rhys had left her, and a wide-eyed Lucien, some time before he cleared his throat. All the attention going to him as Vassa still tried to calm down -Feyre also trying to keep her feelings together and not lose them in front of a mortal, but there was no one that could have surpassed the tears as Rhys pulled out a letter, from between the worlds.  

It was neatly folded, a big cursive handwriting of black ink -that read ‘Vassa and Lucien’- covering the front of the yellowish paper.  

Azriel could not make it out clearly as he watched the situation from afar, the people in the room seemingly not knowing of his broad figure that stood in the doorway. As if he stood behind a mirrored glass, a stranger, an intruder on this moment.

But Rhys voice shattered the glass, made him step through the shadows and hide in a corner as he listened to his brother’s quiet words.  

“Nuala and Cerridwen had found this letter in Elain's chamber, do you wish to read it?”  

The Queen was still unable to speak, her body still wrecking from sobs, as Lucien answered for her - his normally strong, cheery voice nothing more of a saddened whisper: “Please, read it aloud.”  

His brother could do nothing but nod. Those bright violet eyes of his threatening to brim over with tears, once he broke the wax seal carefully, silently reading already over the last words of the middle Archeron.  

Azriel did not know how he should have reacted to the broken voice of Rhysand. He knew his brother was trying his best to hide it, but the bob of his throat, the slightly cracked voice at the beginning, gave him away.  

And even though he was drowned in sadness, just like his mate and the Queen, he pulled through and begun reading with shaking hands:

“My dear Vassa and Lucien,

it has been my pleasure, to get to know you two better in the last months. Though I do regret the circumstances of your visits - I do not regret a single moment I shared with you.  

Never will I forget these moments of laughter I shared with you, even in such a difficult situation, and never will I remember pain when I think back to or bond, Lucien.  

There will never course hurt through my mind, when I think of our parting. We parted in union and I am glad we did - your future had been bright to me, like your flames, for a long time now. I can’t express how long I had hoped for you to find your future and when you sought me out, and told me of your wish, Lucien, to break the mating bond - I was glad. And so unendingly happy that you finally saw your own future.  

I had hoped I could see it. See happiness coursing through your blood, like sunshine, but I guess my selfishness was bigger than this wish.

Though all I can give to you, as my last goodby and wish for you, is this: Love is a burning thing. One that blooms bright and brighter between two fires, that burn as one. A phoenix chasing between those bright flames as the rays of day will grant the bond of eternal love.

I am afraid that this is all I can offer to tell you. You will have to find the rest out on your own, though I hope a burning companion will stay by your side - all the way.  

And for you, Vassa, my dear friend - I can only tell you that I won’t be able to help you further. My life, like it was, having long ended when you read this. Freedom having already embraced me in a fierce hug, but I will give you what I know.  

My little knowledge shall be a salvation to your burning curse.  

‘Find his pulsing roots, red as blood do, they weave through the sacred grounds of his land. Hissing and burning will they try to chase you away. Spitting curse for curse at you, for every step, for every beat of your burning wings, you’ll make.  

But distraction, shall become your enemy. It’s luring song will be stronger than any curse of the heartless wizard, his evil laugh will lead you away from his cruel heart.  

A root, as black as a shadow, will lead your way. It’s song a loud symphony of screams and pain as you will find your way.’  

I sadly can’t help you more Vassa. I wished to be able to, but please understand that my powers are raw - untamed. Which made it difficult to see anything than darkness, but I hope darkness will not turn you.  

You are no coward; my dear friend and I wish for you all the happiness of this world as you will stand proud and tall against your greatest demons.  

With this I’ll say farewell.  

Perhaps the Mother will want of us to meet again someday.

Elain Archeron”

The Spymaster did not know what to do, how to react, as silence settled over their heads like a suffocating veil of dust, that just started to twirl and dance above their sulking figures, as Rhys rattled the sleeping sadness awake.  

But the veil was broken.  

Twisted and danced as it could not settle heavily on their shoulders – the Queen screaming, as if she were in pain, while Lucien and Feyre broke out into heavy sobs. A tear spilling from Rhysand’s eyes, while he, the always steady and strong Spymaster, fought once again for stance.  

Fighting a battle with his inner self, that just wanted to break and crumble to the floor, he was not able to breath properly, was not able to control the heavy darkness, that twirled restless around the talons of his wings and closed tighter and tighter in on him.  

Suffocating but also supporting him as he doubled over.  

It had hurt. Hurt to hear these words, hurt to know that Elain had forced the visions onto herself.  

Azriel knew that Elain wanted to help her two fiery friends as best as possible, which also meant abandoning her own health if only she could help them.  

But the worst was to know she had planned it. Had planned, long before she jumped off the cliff, to end things. To not give this new world, this new her, a chance.  

Up until this point the shadowsinger knew, that his family had hoped she did it unprepared and was unaware of her doing, but this letter proved well that she was ready, and willing, to go and leave her family behind like this.

Broken, crying, screaming, sobbing.  

“Elain, Elain, Elain,…" was all he heard over and over again in the veil of shadows as he held his heart, trying to stop the invisible bond- he just created with his blood- from suffocating his heart and ripping deeper into the hole that was already there. Little did he know, that this empty voice in his rounded ears, was his broken soul.  

Chanting the name of the seer – his friend- over and over again, in the hopes of her return.  

But he knew, deep down – his blood singing from it, that she would not return.

And so, did the rest of the room as they all sat as broken souls together. The Queen and the fox, her friends, sitting opposite her family, Rhysand and Feyre, while the Shadowsinger stood hunched in a corner – winnowing himself away as soon as he realized his brothers heavy gaze on his shaking form.

Letting darkness envelop, and carry him away, freely. Every place they would take him to better than these sobs and screams, that wrecked the proud walls of the bright estate. Though he did not think that his shadows would turn, to traitorous, their back at him and drop him off at the only place he dreaded to ever see – the cliff.  

The cliff that had helped the middle Archeron into her wet grave, but it could not be seen. All that he saw was a cloud of white fog, that only left some grass open to see – there was no edge, no end of the rock. It just seemed endless and full of freedom as it vanished into the white cloak.  

Though wind was howling, ripping fiercely at Azriel’s wings again, it did not drown out the beckoning call of the edge, but perhaps it was his shadows that had lured him in into stepping through the wet dust.  

Salty gusts of wind filling his nose thrills as he moved closer and closer to the edge – darkness, fog, salt and wind around him – while his booted feet moved with heavy steps on the wet grass.  

Though what left him baffled were the two figures sitting at the edge.  

Silence, as thick as the layer of shadows around them, cloaking their mourning forms while they tried to hide away under a violet and a pink blanket. It suddenly felt wrong to be here – to invade the twins' privacy like that- and he wanted to turn around and go.  

Wanted to let them mourn in silence, together, over their lost friend.  

No word came from their lips, yet they still beckoned him closer. Silently opening up the two blankets between them as they made space for their mourning master.  

It were no words that made them bind tighter in the wind and night, no, it was their shadows – that separated them from the world around them- who silently caressed the frayed edges of three broken hearts and forged them tighter together.  

No longer master and his students sitting, crying, on the edge, but a family of shadows that had just lost their light.

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“Elain! Thank the Mother, you are awake!” Elain could only groan in pain as she propped herself up on her elbows, Fersia’s loud voice echoing through the small hut and her pounding head.  

Soft golden hues illuminated the small space, while dancing to the soft gusts of wind that came in breezing through the window, as Elain rested a hand on her throbbing temple “What happened? And, where am I?”

“No need to worry, Goldenrod, you passed out – probably due to nervousness, Mother can be a bit too intimidating for some...”

But Elain only shook her head slightly, regretting it immediately as a pain, as heavy as the hit of a hammer, hammered down on her temple, remembering with awfully sharp senses the blood, the searing pain on her skin, the screeching voices, the darkness. It all came rushing back to her, making breathing once again a hard thing as Fersia rambled on about the effect of her Mother.  

“You did not notice?” was all she could say to interrupt the female Illyrian, that sat beside her bed. “What shall I have not noticed?” “The blood...” Elain could only breath the word as she saw the puddle again, singing at her in this screeching voice over and over again:

Drink up their blood – it's yours! Drink up their blood – it's yours!

A shiver wrecked through her body as she remembered it more and more. Panick and guilt trying to trap her once again, while she sat there on the large bed, that took most of the space from the chamber up. But this time Fersia was there – embracing her and caressing her back in soothing circles as soon as the shiver threatened to take over the seer's entire petite body.  

“It’s fine Goldenrod. You are safe, you are in my home, nothing will happen to you here – here is no blood.”

She wanted to believe her, wanted to trust the words of her friend, while her nose breathed in the calming scent of freshly fallen rain – it made her remember the forest, the greenery, the calming walks she had done outside of Velaris. This was pure salvation, she thought as she rested and calmed herself down in Fersia’s strong arms, though her traitorous heart could not help but to wish to smell cedar and night chilled mist. It was obvious to her that the seer would miss the shadowsinger, but still she decided to go.

Far away into the woods of an unknown land, for her, this fierce and strong female – that held her so carefully, tried to calm her so badly – being the reason of her entire stay. Being the reason for her bravery to go, but her cowardice how she left her family behind.  

It was too late now anyway, was all Elain could try to convince herself as she closed her eyes. Resting, for only a little amount of time, against the smooth leather plates on her shoulder.  

“Fersia?” “Yes?” “Can I go for a walk?”

Her friend’s green eyes bore worriedly into her brown ones for a moment, before she gestured to Elain’s belt; “You know how to use this dagger?” The seer nodded, hoping that she would not be in the need of using the tool of bloodshed, that was bound to her belt and covered under the layer of heavy fabric, before she passed out.  

Fersia only nodded in return, helping her to get up on wobbly feet and led her to the door. Letting her walk away on soft steps as the loud words of Fersia echoed, even deep in the forest, in her ears over and over.  

“Be careful and don’t move that far away from here – I told you it’s dangerous at night.”  

Elain could only remember these words as she stumbled over sticks and stones, in the hue of soft silver moonlight, a nervous hand always resting around the delicate hilt of her dagger – Fate seeker. She decided would be the name of the blade. It might not become a legendary dagger, but it would help her to seek the right path on her fate and would be by her side.

This dagger, the cloak and the memories, were after all the only things of her old life she dared to take with her into these new lands.  

These dangerous new lands she realized as howling, cooing of an owl and rustles, echoed through the night.  

The snapping of a stick to her right, close to her, but not too close as that she could have stepped onto it, making her draw Fate seeker. Pointing the delicate tip of the dagger at the rustling bush.

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[anne-white-star]

A birthday present for Anne

Paring: third doctor X Anne white star (oc)

Notes : this story is for my oc her birthday.... her birthday is on the 22th of april (Its my real birthday) I just got the idea about two months ago. The art that i made for this story is my own please do not repost the story or art without my premission! thank you 😊

Also ignore any spelling mistakes i tried my best to make this. Plus i know that my birthday is still far away but i want it to post now 😊

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Anne woke up in her and the doctors shared bed but the doctor wasn't there anymore he probably was in his lab tinkering away like usual.

'I can't believe it has been an other year already' she said while sitting up in bed

'Oh wel Its time to get dressed and eat"

After Anne got dressed and had some breakfast she went to the doctor his lab

"Good morning doctor" she huged him

"Good morning my dear did you sleep wel? "

"Oh yes i did..... do you know what day it is today?

" a Thursday"

"Yes but what ells? "

"The 22th of april"

"Yes But???" She looked at him a little sad

"Its your birthday, did you really think i would forget?" He smiled at her softly

"I don't know its posible " Anne smiled back

"I have a suprise for you" the doctor grabed her hand softly and tugged her after him in the TARDIS

"Are we going somewhere?"

The doctor noded " Yes we are but you might want to change in something els"

"What time period? "

"Early 1900s just something easy"

"Alright i'll be back in a few minuts" so Anne went away to change

"Hmm lets see ah" she grabed a long blue skirt and a white blouse with lace and puffy sleeves, she Also pinned her hair up. about 30 minuts later she was done, the TARDIS had landed And the doctor was waiting for her.

"so where are we?"

"Paris france 7th of februari 1901 to be exact" he said while stepping out and locking the door

"Are we going to meet someone?"

"Yes in fact its one of the people you wanted to meet"

"Don't tell me its Jean-Philippe Worth"

"What if i told you we are"

"Are you serious?"

"Yes"

"I can't wait to meet him"

"Here we are" they stood infront of a big building, both of them walked trough the door inside

"Good day how can i help you?"

"We are looking For Jean-Philippe Worth"

"That would be me" said the man

"Im the doctor and this is my wife Anne " the doctor shook his hand

"Ah its lovely to meet you both please come further" they all sat down

"Now do tell me what can i do for you?"

"I want a new ball gown for my wife its her birthday soon and i want het to get something Nice"

"Of course, mademoiselle Anne do tell what do you have in mind for your dress?"

"Well i made a sketch for the design if you don't mind that"

"Of course not its verry helpfull"

"Alright so i was thinking i want the dress to be made from lilac silk light pink tulle frill purple flowers and also bow knots added please, i hope its not to mutch to ask"

"Its completly fine we know what you want but we need to Take your size so that we can start making the dress, please follow me" he brought her to a room "this is helen she will take your size"

"Should i help you undressing?"

"Its fine helen i can do it myself"

"As you wish"

"Tell me whats it like to work for a famous dress maker?"

After helen was done she wrote down the info and Anne put back her clothes on , Anne searched out the fabrics she wanted to be used

"How long wil it take for my dress to be made Sir?"

"About a month"

"Alright thank you thill next time" Both of the doctor and Anne went back to the TARDIS "so what Now?"

"Wel we have a time machine" he grind

Anne grined back at him "lets go then"

"As you wish madam" the doctor once again set the TARDIS in flight only going a month forward "so there We are a perfect landing"

"You said the same thing to jo when we went to paladon wait for a few seconds" when nothing happend "alright indeed a perfect landing"

"Wel of course" he laught, They stept out again and went back to the big house

"Ah doctor mademoiselle Anne welcome back we got your dress ready"

"How wonderfull can i try it out?"

"Yes of course this way madam"

Anne went to the dressing room and took her dress of and put the new one on "ready?"

"Sure whenever you are dear"

She walked out "What do you think" she did a twirl

"You look wonderfull" he kissed her

"But why did i get to comission this dress?"

"Im going to take you to a ball for your birthday"

*gasp* "realy? Oh how wonderfull thank you thank you so mutch" Anne hugged him

The doctor hugged back "Its te least i can do" The doctor paid for the dress and both of them left

That same night The doctor and Anne dressed up, the doctor dressed up in a royal suit with a blue shash and medals Anne put her hair up And took a tiara out her cabinet and a long pearl necklace as wel.

The TARDIS had landed at Buckingham palace in 1902 for a royal ball (Its not documenten its just made up ball) both of them walked trough the door up to the stairs to the ball room, there were a lot of people some whent quite at the sight of her. She looked absolutly wonderfull. Music had started and the people started dancing

"May i have this dance madam" the doctor bowed to her

"Wel of course kind sir"

"Happy birthday Anne "

"Thank you doctor this is the best birthday i ever had" she kissed him on the cheek. And both of them dances the night away.

the end

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[leopold-strauss]

Pain

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Tags: Hurt, apologies, Smut, Dutch isn't himself, angst, maybe happy end, love confessions

Pairing: Dutch Van Der Linde & Josiah Trelawny

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Dutch sits naked in the warm water in a tube. His boyfriend Josiah knees next to the tube. He's sad that Dutch is always the dominant and the one in control. It hurts him when he let Josiah choke on his dick. Or fuck him way to rough and hard. But he's sure it will always be like that. So he cleans his partner with a wet soapy rag. He rub softly over Dutch's muscular chest wich is hidden under black thick chest hair. Dutch close his eyes, and enjoy it verry much.

,,Mhhm that's it." Dutch whispers.

Then he wander over his stomach. Josiah's whole body hurt. From yesterday. There Dutch fucked him to hard again. His throat and neck hurts too from the rough mouth fucking. He can hardly swallow. Due to the pain. His chest decorates a big blue spot where Dutch slapped him to hard. It still hurts too. It knocked the air out of his lungs for a few moments. He thought he's gonna die there. His whole body is black and blue. Except from his face. His neck he hides behind a scarf. He softly wash his lovers stomach.

,,That's it doll." Dutch whispers.

It hurts Josiah. But he keep going. He then clean his arms and then his legs. After that he clean his manhood. Dutch is half-hard as Josiah is done. Dutch washed his mustache, hair and face alone. You get slapped pretty hard if you only hint to touch them. That's why Josiah never did it. Josiah lay the rag aside. Akward silence. Josiah get up with a whining noise from pain. His knees aching like the rest of his body. He limp back to Dutch's and his room. There he lay down on the cold wooden ground. Dutch has a big comfy double bed. But Josiah was never allowed to sleep in there. Tears roll down his eyes. He always try to be cold when he's alone with Dutch. He don't want to show his pain or discomfort. But right now. He can't hold back the tears. Dutch enter the room a few minutes after. Locking the door behind him, and closing the thick black curtains.

Then he turn on the oil lamp on the nightstand next to the bed. The curtains are thick enough that nobody can see inside. Josiah except another hard treatment. Another hard mouth or ass fuck. But nothing came. At least not yet. Instead Dutch kneel down beside him. He unsure looks at Dutch. Josiah quickly wipe away the tears with his aching arm and shirt sleeve. But new ones follow.

,,I'm sorry boss." Josiah whispers.

He look away. Ashamed of himself. He don't know why he can't hold back the tears anymore. His complete right arm adorn big and small scars, which are still big enough to not oversee them,  because of Dutch's knife. He used it then and there to hurt Josiah. Only the hand is scar free. So as long as the sleeve don't slip up a bit, you don't see the scars. Micah is long dead. He wonders why Dutch is still such an asshole.

,,Josiah look at me." Dutch says.

He touch Josiah's right arm while he speak. Josiah whine in pain. Dutch immideatly let go of his arm shocked.

,,Josiah what?" Dutch ask.

What does he want? Josiah slowly sit up, and roll up his right black shirt sleeve. Dutch look shocked on the scarred arm. A few scars are as big as John's. He had to stitch them. But even that did Dutch not realize. He can be glad that the stitches did not tear up at Dutch's rough treatment for him. They still hurt. Even though they all are one year old.

,,Was that.... Was that me?" Dutch ask shocked.

His skin is suddenly pale. Why would he care now? After that whole year of wrecking the Englishman. After he Tore out his heart and throwed it away after he trampled down on it. Josiah unsure nods.

,,Everything h-h-hurts. But that's okay. I'm y-y-your pet. As you sayed sir." Josiah stutters.

He once forced Josiah to wear a colar. He's a human being and not an animal! But Dutch see it differently. For him, Josiah is just his pet. His toy. Something where Dutch can let his anger out. But that's okay. He's used to it meanwhile. He immideatly submits to Dutch again, while laying down.

,,Go on. U-use me." Josiah whispers.

But Dutch simply shake his head. And then he get up, and lay down in the bed. His cock still half-hard. Josiah close his eyes. He displeased him. It makes him sad. Maybe he will punish him tomorrow. Maybe he plans something verry painful. Josiah's body start to shake, and goosebumps appear on his body at that thought. A small sob leave his mouth. And then he force himself to sleep. He thinks that he will awake tied down on the bed again. But nothing. Just smal quiet snoring from the bed. It's hard to hear. And then the snoring stops, and Dutch slowly sit up on the edge of the bed. His feet stand close to Josiah's. Josiah afraid looks to Dutch. He immideatly roll his shirt sleeve down again. Dutch look at him.

,,Get up." He commands.

He immideatly get up. Even though it hurts like hell. But he stays in a submissive position.

,,C'mere." He says.

He slowly limp towards Dutch. The limping comes from the pain between his legs and in his right knee. Dutch kiked both of them. Verry hard. Dutch gets up and look Josiah in the eyes. And then he simply hug the Englishman. Josiah's confused. He freezes in place. Unsure of what to do. Dutch let him go again.

,,On the bed!" Dutch commands.

He lay on his back on the bed. Dutch harshly remove the scarf from his neck. It almost chocked him. That's why he whined in pain. Dutch look shocked at his neck. Then he opens his shirt and remove it. Another shocked look. His stomach, chest and arms are black and blue. And the right one has huge and big scars. Then he remove Josiah's pants and underwear. His dick is blue and black, and so are his right knee.

,,I did this to you." Dutch says in disbelief.

,,Y-yes b-Boss. But it's okay. You w-wasn't yourself."

,,I'm sorry."

While he said that, he lock eyes with Josiah. The Englishman can't belive what he just heard.

,,I really am sorry." Dutch whispers.

,,It's okay." Josiah speaks.

,,No it's not. I ripped your heart out. I hurted you. That's not okay!" Dutch says paniced.

,,I still love you sir." Josiah says unsure.

Dutch look up again. Josiah can't tell what Dutch is thinking or planing. But the younger man simpley crawl over him, and kiss him softly. Josiah is frozen. But at the third kiss he shyly kiss back.

,,Thats it. Let go. I will take care of you." Dutch whisper against his lips, before he kiss him again.

,,You d-don't have to Boss." Josiah stutters.

,,But I want too. Call me Dutch." Dutch whispers.

And then he softly kiss Josiah's blue and black neck. Josiah can't hide a small moan.

,,That's it baby. Let go." Dutch whispers.

Then he kiss down Josiah's neck to his chest. Then he softly  bite into Josiah's right nippel.

,,Ahhh Dutch." Josiah moans.

,,That's it schatje." Dutch whispers.

Then he suck at the other nippel. Josiah's hurting cock is half-hard by now. Dutch kiss a trail down Josiah's stomach all the way down to his twitching dick. There he softly lick at the head and slit.

,,Dutch!" Josiah moans.

And then he swallow the Englishman whole in one go. Josiah claw at the bed sheet. It would be stupid to claw at Dutch's hair. As his tip hit the back of Dutch's troaht, a long but quiet moan escape his mouth, and a shiver went trough his body. Dutch start to suck him of slowly.

,,Mhhm yes." Josiah moans.

After a while, he speed up a bit. It dosen't take long for Josiah to cum.

,,Dutch I'm gonna....." He wasn't able to say more.

Cause he cums hard down Dutch's throat. But the Dutchman swallow it all happily. Then he let him carefully slip out of his mouth, and clean him with his tounge. He give Josiah his underwear, and help him get dressed. The Dutchman has a wet dark spot in his underwear, he came too. Dutch change his underwear, and then he lay down next to Josiah. He give him a gentle kiss.

,,I love you Josiah. I'm so sorry." Dutch whisper honest.

,,I love you too." Josiah whispers.

,,Can you give me a chance?"

,,Yes Dutch."

Dutch's eyes light up with joy, and he immideatly kiss Josiah again softly. And from that day on, he never ever hurted Josiah again. Both got happy.

#red dead redemption 2 #dutch van der linde #Josiah Trelawny

[aaron-rdr2]

Ashamed of my body

Pairing: Dutch Van Der Linde & Josiah Trelawny

Tags: Angst, Smut.

Rating: Teen and up audience

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Josiah and Dutch stand opposite each other in an empty wooden cabin. Far away from preying eyes and ears. They are a couple since three days now. But Dutch is real nervous today.

,,You know Josiah. There's something on my body who brought my ex male partners and my two ex gemal partners to laugh about me. It hurted me. I was born like that. I can't do anything about it." Dutch start shy.

Josiah never seen him so weak, vulnerable and anxious. It somehow scares him.

,,I-it's a long time ago the last time I belonged to someone. I want you to mark me, I want to Mark you, I want you to make love to me. But I only can allow you to do it, when you accept me as I am. And I'm scared and feel ashemd to shoe myself. I'm afraid you laugh at me to." He Sighs.

Oh my. He looks anxious and nervous.

,,Dutch, whatever it is... I don't force you to show it to me." Josiah say honest.

,,I know angel. And I thank you for that. But I want to do it. I wanna see if I can really trust you." He answers.

And then he slowly open his vest and shirt, and throw both away. And then he open his gunbelt and lay it carefully on the table next to him. Then he slowly opens his jeans. He get rid of his boots and socks. And then he remove his jeans and underwear at one go. He kik both away. And then he looks away anxious and unsure. His cheecks are flushed. He's totttaly ashemd. Josiah at first dosen't notice why. But then he see it. Josiah is surprisingly shocked. His mouth drop open a bit. He didn't expected that. But it's nothing to laugh at. He's born with it, he can't change it! And Josiah still love Dutch as he is. Even though he has a female genital down there and his back entrance, instead of balls and a cock.josiah close his mouth again.

,,So you're born with it you say. Can you get pregnant?" Josiah asks.

,,No." Dutch answers.

The Dutchman is shaking slightly.

,,Look at me dear boy." Josiah whispers.

He stepped closer to the slightly taller man. He takes one of Dutch's hand in his. With his other hand he slowly turn Dutch's face in his direction. Both man lock eyes. And then Josiah slowly bend forward, and kiss Dutch softly on the lips. Dutch hesitated for a moment, but then he melted into the kiss.

,,I still love you as you are dear boy."

,,You sure? They always said I'm a girl." Dutch says hurt.

,,I'm totally sure. Your still pretty and still a man for me. Your not a girl, don't listem to them!" Josiah answers softly.

This time Dutch kiss Josiah softly.

,,C'mon honey lay down on the bed and spread your legs for me. Show me that pretty slit of yours come on." Josiah whispers into Dutch's ear with his deep voice with strong English accent.

Dutch unsure walks to the bed and lay down on his back. His head is resting on the headboard. But he didn't spread his legs. He's to shy and unsure. Josiah remove his vest and shirt, and just let them fall to the ground. Then he joins Dutch on the bed. He sit at his feed. Waiting for Dutch to open his legs. But he don't. Instead he blushes even more.

,,C'mon Daniël I know you can do it." Josiah whispers.

Josiah is the only one who can call Dutch by his real name, without getting killed or beaten in the face. And Dutch is the only one with barbers who is allowed to run his hands trough the Englishman's thick black hair, without getting smacked in the face. Then Dutch finnaly open up. But look shy away. Josiah crawl s between Dutch's legs. His cock twitching in excitement. He looks at Dutch's pretty slit. It's clean shaved. The only hair he got, is the happy trail from his navel down to the beginning of his slit. Damn it looks hot. Josiah's cock got semi-hard immideatly.

,,What a pretty sight. Watch me pretty boy." Josiah purrs.

And then Dutch shyly look at him. Josiah wet his index finger, and then let it wander slowly over Dutch's sensitive clit. Trough Dutch's body went a jolt, and he let out a loud moan immideatly. His slit got immideatly wet to. He seems to be pretty sensitive at the clit. Just like a girl. Josiah bent down and slowly start to suck at the clit, before he let his tounge wander over Dutch's slit and entrance. He taste so fucking good and sweet. The Dutchman is a moaning and panting mess. He clawed his hands into the sheets already. Josiah looks up to his lover.

,,I'm not used to it. Normally I have to pleasure myself. Sorry." Dutch says shy. And he blush even more, if this is still possible.

,,It's Alright. I love the sounds that you make. You taste so fucking delicious and sweet. I love it! You don't have to be ashamed big boy." Josiah whispers.

Dutch get a bit more flustered. And then Josiah let his tounge slip into Dutch's pretty slit. And that's it, one of Dutch's hands claws softly into the Englishman's thick black slicked back hair and mess it up. This caused the older man to moan, and it brought his dick to get painfully hard in his tight black fancy jeans. Both man, especially Dutch enjoy it verry much. And with every minute who passes, and with every lick of Josiah's tounge inside Dutch's slit or outside on his clit, Dutch relax more and more.

,,Yes that's it. Relax and trust me big boy. I take care of you. I got you." Josiah whispers against Dutch's slit, before he let his tounge dive in again.

,,Ahhh yes that's it schatje." Dutch moans.

Then he start to suck at the clot again, and slowly push his finger into Dutch. The leader let out a deep moan. Josiah start to slowly move his finger. It dosen't take long though, till Dutch is cuming hard arround Josiah's finger. And with a loud moan. Josiah want to pull his finger out. But Dutch stops him.

,,No go on. I want you to fuck me. I mean it." Dutch says breathless.

Josiah looks up to his lover.

,,You sure?"

,,Yes pleas schatje." Dutch gasp.

Then Jo add a second finger. Dutch let out a deep groan. He really seems to enjoy it. After a while he add a third one and start to move them again. Dutch is a moaning and panting mess. And Josiah's painfully hard cock twitches for attention. After a while he remove his fingers, and slowly get up to fully undress. Then he joins Dutch on the bed again.

,,How do you want it?" Josiah ask.

,,I wanna ride you."

,,Sure." Josiah answers.

Then both switch places. And Dutch position himself over the Englishman's big hard cock both man loco eyes, while Dutch slowly lowers himself on Josiah's thick, long and hard piece of meat.

,,Ah yes! So big." Dutch moans as he got all of Josiah in, and sit on god thighs.

,,You alright?" Jos ask worried.

,,Yeah I'm fine. Just my first time, and your so damn thick and long. I love it." The younger man gasp.

Dutch bend down, and kiss Josiah softly. Then Josiah make a hickey on Dutch's neck. Dutch will happily show it of. Because he belongs to Josiah from now on, and Josiah belong to him. After that he marks Josiah too. This brought the Englishman to moan, and caused his dick to twitch inside Dutch. After that Dutch sit up, and start to slowly ride the older man. After a while he speed up. Both man are a moaning mess.

,,My god! This feels so fucking good!" Dutch gasp.

,,It does. I'm close Dutch." Josiah gasp.

,,Me too."

And after a few minutes Dutch cum hard around Josiah. Je start to squirm wich drives Josiah crazy.

,,Dutch im close I can't!" Jos moans.

,,It's alright. Let it go. I can't get pregnant." Dutch moan.

And that's it, Josiah cuminh hard inside him immideatly. The older man arch his back in pleasure. He never felt that good. And by Dutch it's the same. He let himself slowly sink down on Jos. Then he kiss him softly, before he hides his head in the older man's neck.

,,I love you so much. Thank you." He murmurs.

,,I love you too. No worries big boy." Josiah smiles.

And then Dutch is asleep. Snoring lightly. Josi giggling to himself, before he also close his eyes, and fall asleep too. He loves Dutch as he is. He really do. And nothing will change that.

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I don't know how old Josiah is. Dutch is 41 and Josiah is 45 to me. From what he looks. I didn't found his real age though so it's just my opinion. I hope you liked it :)

#red dead redemption 2 #josiah trelawny #dutch van der linde