#hhhh i really tried with this one

[roseadleyn]

the pain of being Grizelda Agriche ;

❝ we'll never be those kids again. ❞

❝ they made me into a weapon and then told me to find peace. ❞

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[ozuzo]

🎮 Multitasking 🎮 (my part of an art trade with @hivepixels 🖤)

[dinomintz]

Him? He merely watches me dance on stage, every day.

[collecting--stardust]

Random question: anyone knows how Cele and Norman Rank know each other?

[puranami]

✿ Omelette ✿

A/N: A little fic based on one of the prompts I have~

Summary: Sanji finds you cooking an omelette in your underwear at an ungodly hour.

Content: Warning - my really bad attempt at writing anything outside of lil paragraph points (blz help, I have no idea what I'm doing)

Despite the scenario - it's all SFW and fluffy like dem eggs! A light dusting of pining, G/N reader. ✿

(Part 2) - (Part 3)

You had tried to sleep and ignore the rumbling in your stomach, but the harder you tried, the more you felt it, and you had finally reached your limit. If you were to be at all functional tomorrow, you needed to eat something. Only then could you try to sleep again.

Exhausted, you drag yourself from the safety and warmth of your blankets, slowly ambling towards the ship's kitchen, single-minded in your endeavour. All that mattered was appeasing your stomach, leaving you completely unaware of the sudden cold that embraced you once you had left the confines of your quarters.

Flicking on the kitchen light, you quickly gathered everything you needed, deciding that the best thing to make would be an omelette. It's an easy dish, filling, and doesn't take long to make. In other words; it was perfect!

You make quick work of prepping the eggs, seasoning to taste, even considering throwing a little cheese in there before deciding against it. It's not like you believed the myth of cheese giving people nightmares if eaten before bed, but you were so desperate to be able to sleep afterwards that you didn't want to risk it. Stranger things have happened on this ship.

The pan hisses as you pour in the eggs, sounding much louder in the empty kitchen, only amplified by the late hour.

"Don't you sass me," you grumble, "The middle of the night is a perfectly acceptable time for an omelette!"

Unbeknownst to you, you weren't the only one awake on the ship, and your late night excursion had attracted attention, clearly not having noticed any of the noise you were making.

"I thought Luffy had snuck in on a midnight raid with all the clattering," a groggy voice behind you laughs, but you are too tired and focused on cooking to even register that you had been joined by anyone. Sanji leans against the table opposite the kitchen island, fidgeting with the hem of his nightshirt, waiting for an answer that never came.

Surely you heard him, right?

"Is everything alright, darling?"

Nothing.

Terms of endearment usually prompted some kind of response, be it a dismissive laugh or an equally fond term of your own, clearly thinking they meant nothing in particular. He'd accepted pretty quickly that they wouldn't be the way to win you over, but it certainly didn't stop him using them, at least on you. The same couldn't be said about everyone else, as he was no longer vying for the affection of anyone but yourself. Sanji wondered if you'd ever noticed that.

A clumsy flip of the omelette brought him back into the moment, honestly surprised that you hadn't dropped it on the floor.

He moved his way to your side of the kitchen, round the central island toward the stovetop.

"Why are you cooking at this hhhh-" he wheezed at the end, only now seeing that you weren't in the pyjama bottoms he'd assumed you'd be wearing, but in your underwear.

He clasped one of his hands over his mouth, the other grabbing the island for support as he felt his legs begin to fail him. Keeping his eyes fixed firmly on the floor, he blurts out, "W-WHERE ARE YOUR PANTS?" as his face went fully crimson.

That finally gets your attention, but you are slow on the uptake, mind completely glazing over the fact that you had at some point gained an observer. Finally, furrowing your brows a little, you murmured a soft "What?" You knew a question was asked, but nothing else beyond that.

"Your pants, darling!" he gestures wildly, continuing to look down, knowing if that he caught sight of your bare legs again, he would lose his mind.

You stand there, pan hovering in the air away from the stove in one hand, a plate in the other, looking absolutely lost; you had completed your mission of acquiring omelette, and so your brain had decided it was no longer needed. Looking down, you see your legs and feet, wiggling your toes a little, then you look back up at the mess of a man in front of you, things finally starting to fall into place in your overtired mind.

"Oh, Sanji, what are you doing here," you ask, sweet as anything, completely ignorant to the battle he was waging internally. Once you plate your omelette, you place it on the island before putting the pan back on the stove to cool and grabbing a fork to tuck in, oblivious to Sanji frantically unbuttoning his night shirt beside you. He refuses to look directly at you until he has covered you with it, cheeks noticeably burning with how flustered he is.

"Darling, you can't do that to me," he says, almost breathless, "I am a weak, weak man; I can't handle seeing you so bare!" He manipulates your arms into the sleeves of his nightshirt, ignoring your protests when he briefly pulls the fork out of your hand in the process, before buttoning you up, doing his best to preserve your dignity.

As you feel the warm sustenance finally begin to settle in your empty stomach, you feel your brain booting back up, at least a little bit.

"Ah, shit I forgot to put on pants..." You giggle, wondering why everything was always funnier when you were tired. Taking another bite of food, you look down at your legs once again, starting to fully comprehend the situation you found yourself in. "I guess I was just too hungry." He can't help but sigh at how nonchalant you are.

Looking back up, your brain once again decides to abandon you, not from how tired you are this time, but from your eyes being met with his bare chest and abs, causing your own face to turn a charming shade of red. Sanji was always so neatly dressed, so he most you ever saw was his forearms when he rolled up his sleeves to work. It made sense that he was in good shape given his fighting ability, but it never really hit you until you saw his body tonight. There wasn't really any way to get accustomed to it, not like there was with someone like Zoro, who had his shirt off at least half the times you saw him, flashing his man tits whenever and wherever he damn well pleased.

Sanji's eyes never left you during this quiet minute, one that felt like hours, and he couldn't help but feel a hint of pride when he watched your eyes dance over his shirtless body, clearly flustered, bringing a confident smile to his face.

"Everything alright down there, sweetheart," he laughed softly.

You were clearly lost in your thoughts, it finally clicking why he was shirtless; he'd put his shirt on you. You brought a long sleeve up to your face as you dragged your eyes away, looking awkwardly to the side to your recently emptied plate. The shirt smelt like him, only without the lingering scent of cigarette smoke. It was sweet and musky. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, but you felt a wave of feelings crash into you. Feelings you knew were there but had simply brushed aside, assuming they were just a result of his natural charm more than anything. But, you couldn't so easily disregard them now.

Sanji followed your gaze. "Ah, don't you worry about that, my dear," he says, grabbing the plate and bringing it to the sink, leaving you standing in a bit of a daze. "I'll take care of things here, so you go and get yourself back to bed, alright?"

"Oh, no!" You couldn't help how loud that ended up being, surprising the both of you. "You shouldn't have to clean up my mess," you say with a more regulated volume. If there's one way to get you back in the present, it's offering to do something you feel solely responsible for.

"In all fairness, darling, you shouldn't have been cooking in my kitchen in a state of undress," his cheeks started to go pink at the recent memory. He clears his throat before continuing, "Do you know how dangerous that is?" Ah, the professional chef just can't help himself when it comes to kitchen rules.

You pout slightly as you lean back against the centre island.

"Sorry, Sanji. I wasn't really with it. Too tired, too hungry..."

He makes quick work of the dirty items you had used, all while prattling on about safety and other things you probably should have listened to. Drying his hands, he makes his way back to you. It is evident you hadn't really been paying attention.

"At least promise me this," you look up at his warm, smiling face, "if you ever find yourself in this predicament again, please come and get me."

He brushes back some loose strands of hair, tucking them neatly behind your ear.

"You know that I'm always happy to cook for you, right? Whatever you want, whenever you want it."

Returning a gentle smile of your own, you nod.

"I promise."

With that, Sanji leads you out of the kitchen, plunging it back into darkness as he flicks the light off.

You reach his quarters first since he's closest to the kitchen. He pauses outside his door, hesitating for a moment. There are so many things he wanted to say to you, yet he couldn't bring himself to utter a single word.

Oblivious, you carry on toward your own room, turning back to him to wish him a good night, nearly falling over your own feet in the process, to which he smiles, letting out a soft chuckle.

"Bonne nuit, ma chère."

Guys, gals, and non-binary pals; I tried my best! This is my very first full fic ever, so if the grammar, wording, presentation, literally anything is bad; it's bc I am completely winging it! ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

same anon from the ace UM submission here HELLOOOO I JUST FELL TO MY KNEESSSSS imagine malleus in a fit lashes out because how could they understand the isolation he feels and it just forces ace to confront his own feelings. imagine the final confrontation he straightens malleus out in the usual way that he does considering ace also has a track record of setting people straight (like with riddle and in phantom bride) "just talk to them and let them know how you feel" "stop carrying all these feelings to yourself" his own words probably also came from somewhere deep inside of him that he refuses to face but it just comes up to the surface because he sees himself in malleus. pretty ironic that he'll be calling out malleus when hes doing the exact same. it would give ace the development that ppl say hes been lacking compared to the other charas who all had some kind of further development like the other first years for example

think of post ob where after the dust settled they just return back to their respective loved ones and finally having to come clean about their emotions once and for all.

i just want an emotionally vulnerable scene for ace, mister allergic to facing his emotions, trappola even if its just a side moment that gets overshadowed later HHHH

[Referencing this post!]

*nodnod* Malleus is arrogant and desperate enough to think that no one could possibly relate to these tumultuous emotions of his. It’d be so fitting for Ace to confront him (and, by extension, his own feelings)—because not only does Ace have a track record of speaking out against others, but he has spoken out against Malleus before in Endless Halloween Night. In fact, he was the ONLY character to continue harping on the guy after everyone else basically forgave him. Ironically, that event was also the one that foreshadowed Malleus’s ability to stop time (which is true of the space contained in his briar barrier). And it all comes full circle…

For Malleus, I feel like him verbalizing his feelings isn’t really the main struggle. He seems to lack the awareness of what he’s feeling in the first place, as he doesn’t realize he’s lonely until Yuu points it out to him in 7-18. Later in 7-29, Malleus speaks openly with Silver about how powerless he feels to stop his subjects from feeling sorrow. It’s true that he has a tendency to project his feelings onto others (hence forcing everyone into happy dreams to avoid reality), but unfortunately projecting is not necessarily the same as empathizing. Rarely does Malleus do the legwork to truly understand others on an intimate level. I think that projection is a function of how Malleus understands and interacts with the world since this is something he does even when he’s not being overly emotional. For example, in his own Dorm Uniform vignettes he thinks it would be easier to bring everyone to him (so as to not miss a dorm meeting) even though this act of magic is considered highly rude by other mages. He does communicate his feelings, albeit sometimes via talking in circles or vaguely—namely in how he speaks with Yuu, sharing stories about his past (in book 7) or sharing about gargoyles to impart advice on how to overcome adversity (in book 3). More blatantly, he declares his intentions to Lilia before sentencing everyone to sleep in 7-37: “Not losing you!”

I also think… to some extent, Lilia already understands how Malleus might feel if he leaves. I get the sense that Lilia was in such a rush to go in the same way that you’d want to rip off a band-aid quickly. The more you prolong it, the worse the pain will be, that kind of logic. And before he intended to depart, Lilia tried to set things up so that Malleus would still be in good hands—inviting him to the farewell party, making sure people from all the dorms were there (perhaps so that Malleus can make new friends).

Malleus could more clearly state his feelings, sure. But I think the true root of the problem isn’t him not communicating—because even if he did so more openly, what would that resolve exactly? Time still moves forward, change still happens, his loved ones still leave him. It might be emotionally cathartic for Malleus, but ultimately he’s still left feeling lonely. The challenge for him is less putting his thoughts into words and more him learning to accept these life-altering changes instead of fighting or resisting them.

I still think that Ace could relate to Malleus in this regard, especially if they call back to 7-17, in which Ace cheerily redirects the conversation. While Deuce, Grim, and even Yuu discuss changes to their lives come summer break (going to the next grade, changing classes, Grim staying at school on his own, not being able to study together anymore), Ace challenges them with lines like, "C'mon, why do you guys have to get all mopey?", "[...] no need to join the mope patrol", " I declare Mopefest officially over!", and, "Frankly, I'm still skeptical any of this is gonna help us figure out a way to send [Yuu] home." It registers as Ace being in denial about the events about to unfold and coping by reassuring others by distracting them (when that reassurance is also aimed at himself), Ace is dishonest with himself and instead redirects those efforts to calling out others, which makes him come off as too mean or pushy even with his own friends (particularly Deuce). It would be nice to get an arc about him learning to be more vulnerable with his own emotions and better understanding those of others.

I get the feeling that Ace will get most of his actual character development and tearful reunion with Deuce, Yuu, and Grim within his own dream rather than in the final battle (the timing of the latter would just be odd). Hopefully Ace's dream written well since he's the last first year to be woken up. Save the best for last, you know?

[valentine-cafe]

hello :D

how would jingyi and rishen 209 treat their pregnant wife if she was stubborn and tries to do all the chores even though they tell her to rest?

thank you!!

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how they react when they see their wife trying to do chores - when she's pregnant with their baby!

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they are so bewildered that - even when you are about to pop out their baby, you are still arguing with them on the same old topic. chores.

they have always been very vehement on the fact that you are a housewife - but that does not mean you do the chores. you are there to sit and do what you want. live your life. ease. while they do the work and get the money to take care of you. it’s something you have fought them on numerous times.

so, they had assumed that now you were pregnant, you would lay off of this mini war between you and them. that you would take it easy so that they could spoil you like you deserved.

they thought wrong. if anything it somehow, confusingly enough, made you want to do even more. to their horror, they had come to you - gasp - washing the dishes!

“It’s fiiinnnee, my hands aren’t broken!”

You huff in protest as Jìngyí effortlessly scoops you into his arms. Minding your bump as per usual and hoisting you close to his chest. His cold lips peppering kisses all over your face to hush your huffs and whines.

“No.” He states firmly, affectionately, as he plops you onto the deep maroon sofa. With Rishen swiftly snuggling into your side to halt you from any other ideas.

“Mi querida. Mi cielo. Mi bonita, más elegante. . . you will give us grey hairs before the little one’s out.”

His chuckles muffle against your cheek as he presses a few kisses to ease your pouting. His arm hooks around your waist and hoists you closer. Hand tenderly rubbing along your bump.

“Tell me about it. My darling, our tech does all the work for a reason. But to appease you.” Jìngyí rolls the sleeves of his white dress-shirt to his elbows and exhales a sigh. “I shall do them in your stead. However - please simply allow the machinery to do its work.”

A kiss to your forehead as a small apology and he is of to the kitchen to tend to the dishes. Leaving you whiny but nevertheless content in Rishen’s arms.

 

if they catch you doing it again you are getting tossed - ( not really ) onto the bed and smooshed between the both of them. So that you have no choice but to cuddle into their contrast of temperatures.

after all, they are sure as hell not allowing the mother of their child and their beloved to walk around making herself tired. or callousing her pretty hands. aching your little knees. none of the sorts. you deserve only the best and so you shall receive.

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[mncxbe]

Hi, it's my birthday next week, so may I please request Bram, Tetchou, Sigma and Ranpo celebrating their s/o's birthday with them (could be anything.. from headcanons to scenarios to oneshots and from fluff to smut, I don't mind)? No rush, take your time, please!

omg happy early birthday nonnie🎂 and ofc I loved writing these hcs hope u like it too. I was planning to do smth lengthier but I got caught up with work and couldn't buuut enjoy♡♡

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Spending your birthday with them♡

𝑩𝒓𝒂𝒎, 𝑺𝒊𝒈𝒎𝒂, 𝑻𝒆𝒄𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒖, 𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒑𝒐 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff♡

𝑩𝒓𝒂𝒎

"Ah, birthdays. I've had plenty of those"

he's not really sure how people celebrate anniversaries now, so he has to ask Aya about it

his original plan was to organize a big feast for you but he ends up making you dinner instead

if you want to have a party with your friends he'll agree to join, but he'd much rather spend time with you alone

in the evening the two of you would take a bath; with bubbles and candles and then just cuddle and watch a movie

Bram is especially gentle with you on your birthday and right before you go to bed he's gonna confess his love for you in the most old fashioned, romantic way possible. considering his status in the past I think he's highly educated so he knows his way with words

I see him gifting you jewelery

𝑻𝒆𝒄𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒖

Tecchou would ask you days before if you want to have any fancy party and would lowkey be relieved when you tell him that you only wanna spend your bday with him

due to his job he can't spend all day with you, but as soon as he gets home from work he hugs you and spins you around, wishing you happy birthday

then he takes you to a nice restaurant for dinner

he's the type to write you birthday letters and leave sticky notes with little heart shaped drawings around the house

Tecchou tries to bake you a cake and asks Jouno or Tachihara to taste it, but because he uses weird ingredients it turns out terrible so he just buys you a small cupcake instead

BIRTHDAY FLOWERS!!!💐💐

as for presents he gets you anything you want, really. if you're not willing to tell him what your heart desires too bad he's gonna contact all your friends and ask them what to get you

he cuddles you to sleep and tells you how much he loves you, how happy he is he got to spend another year with you♡

𝑺𝒊𝒈𝒎𝒂

Sigma would panic at first cuz he dosn't know what he's supposed to do for your birthday; he never celebrated his own so... yea

when he researches it on google and finds out he's supposed to get you a gift he freaks out again cuz he doesn't know what to get you

but eventually he ends up buying smth small like a plushie or books you've got on your reading list and a box of chocolates

he makes you a homemade birthday dinner and decorates the table with candles and flowers hhhh he's so romantic

now Sigma would be willing to get a little spicy with you if you want it; he doesn't mind it at all. you want bday sex? ok. but at the end of the day he still wants to cuddle you♡

in the evening he probably asks you what you usually do for your bday so he can be better prepared next year

I don't really see him being keen on big parties so he won't organize anything of the sort

𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒑𝒐

he wakes you up in the middle of the night like 1 a.m just to make sure he's the first one to wish you happy birthday

if you don't work for the Ada Ranpo would get a free day from work to spend time with you♡

and oh my if you know his colleagues he would throw you a small birthday party with them (Dazai's idea ofc)

baking a cake with Ranpo for your birthday is a must. Poe helps him do the shopping the day before so you've got all you need and of course, you end up doing most of the work while he just admires you and keeps sticking his fingers in the dough to "sample" it.

I don't think he'd get you a big gift tbh; he has the "what do you mean sugar? am I not enough of a gift for you?" mentality. he's also so much clingier than normally

now two words: birthday sex. this man is wakes you up with head and doesn't let you go to sleep in the evening until you've came at least two times.

Ranpo is usually lazy in bed but for your birthday he's willing to do all the work; after all, your special day is only once a year♡

[vinestaffery]

hello!! if u can write illumina … can u pls write some general dating hcs? if u cant i completely understand :-) (if ur reqs are closed IM SO SORRY HHHH)

hihi!! thankyou so much for requesting :3 of course ill write these for you, i absolutely love headcanons because it doesnt run me dry quite quickly when it comes to writing oneshots!!! i hope these were good enough and i hope i was somewhat able to catch illumina's personality!!

ILLUMINA GENERAL DATING HCS

Illumina tends to lose track of time, like a lot. Sometimes, he doesn't even realize that you need to be sleeping and he would just love to spend time with you. He can't comprehend the fact of time itself; Day time and Night time are like hallucinations to him. If you were to correct him on such, he would utterly avoid any points you make or make counters, such as him tossing you around and ignoring each time you try to demand being let go. He absolutely loves how you get so mad at him for such a silly little thing!

He is very bird-like, and you can tell by his very bird-like notions. Sometimes he'll accidentally knock into glass-sliding doors and be completely confused. What do you mean there was glass infront of him? There's nothing there! Sometimes, you might even catch his cleaning his feathers at his favourite past-time. He used to get really grouchy about, in which you understood. At the start of your guys relationship, he was quite private, especially taking care of his wings. Now, he's completely fine with you doing so, sometimes even asking you to help.

He'd get really overprotective with you sometimes when you get to meet new people. He likes to let people know you are his. He is not willing to trade for anything about you, and you notice this a lot. Sometimes he'll wrap his arms around you, his wings slowly rising beside him and you and his chin relaxing on your head. He likes to humilate the other while embarrassing you, stating how much you and him are together, flaunting it in others faces. You set some boundaries around this and he followed, but he still likes to let his presence be known or noticed.

Because of your involvement with Illumina, and being his soon-to-be-engagement partner (I tried my hardest to make this as inclusive as possible I am so sorry), you were mostly greeted with gifts from many other deities. Deities such as Windforce, Venomshank, and even Firebrand and his two sons(?). They'll deliver care-packages to display their gratitude and that your always welcome under their care, even though Illumina is someone that they don't really connect well with.

Cuddling with him is one of your favourite things, mostly because you have the ability to embarrass him. Even though he's 7'0", you always big-spoon him. He'd always try his hardest to be the big-spoon, but in the end, he loved the attention you'd give him as he finally gets that big ol' sleep.

He is a horrible cook, but that's okay. Sometimes, it'd be hilarious bakings and dinners, and sometimes near-death from the house burning down. I promise you he doesn't mean it!! But he'll struggle so badly to impress you, which he always successes. You always tend to help him, in which he tries his hardest to shoo you away!! But in the end, the help is always met with great gratitude, cuddles and affection.

Illumina struggles with affection, I'm not kidding. Being unaware of his own presence and being someone so cruel to others, only to fall for someone like you? He struggles. He never had been this affectionate, on both giving and recieving side, but he's always keen to try. When he tried to figure out more, he asked Ghostwalker, someone he knew he couldn't go back to but he needed major help. Sure, they both broke off, but he was willing to try anything. Ghostwalker found it strange, dangerous but was somewhat grateful that Illumina was willing to change. In the end, Illumina came home and was in the most affectionate mood, taking care of you and also, forgetting to check up on dinner in the oven.

He does give you nicknames, but isn't too keen on big major ones. The ones he use the most is, 'My Angel', 'Princess', 'My starlight', or any other cheesy name that he can give you. He varies much and listens into other nicknames he can give you.

[sukipershipper]

Idea: Muir sees his own reflection in a puddle just before he attacks Innes. He comes to his senses and starts crying and Innes has to comfort him whilst Muir keep apologising for nearly hurting him.

Hhhh Anon you're gonna make me wanna write/lh/pos Similar to how it was done in the post before, this one is similar but Muir pretty much, like you said, comes to his sense on his own. Innes gets thrown to the ground and is trying to scramble away with as much strength as he has still left in him, which isn't a lot unfortunately and Muir is being relentless in trying to chase him, screaming 'WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU RUNNING!? STOP PLEASE-" Full on panicking and like really angry as well because this is a man he loves and cares about running away from him for no reason Then all it takes is for him to look down into a puddle and he sees why Innes was running and he freezes. Whatever is left of his eyes widen and tears begin to pool before streaming down his face as his body starts convulsing and shaking with sobs and he falls to the ground, weak with anguish and distress. Innes tries to go to him but Muir keeps scrambling away, terrified of hurting him or worse. He just keeps mumbling to Innes "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it-" and Innes just feels his heart breaking as he kneels beside where Muir is hiding and he just holds his hand out for Muir to take whenever he is ready, and he just comforts him. He describes the light and what good there is left of where they are right now. He doesn't force him. He just keeps talking and reminds him that he will be alright. Muir eventually crawls out to be beside Innes and Innes gently holds his head and comforts him while Muir is still crying lightly.

[heretek-birth]

Two-Stage Pregnancy (Part 3, Chapter 4)

Part 3, Chapter 3 Part 3, Chapter 5 The Whole Story

That evening:

Sarah is glad to have the "medical chastity belt", even if it does draw some odd looks from any nurses that stop in. True to her word, Kellner comes by regularly to help her take "breaks" and otherwise torment her (not that she doesn't eagerly anticipate it, of course). Sarah can tell she's making progress, can feel her aching, sore lips stretching just a little farther each time when Kellner adjusts the belt, giving her baby just a little more room to come down, letting her feel the burn and stretch as the head forces her open even farther.

"Oh god- Ohhhhhh god- HNNNNNN-" Sarah squats low on the floor, pushing hard as she probes between her legs with one hand. She's sweating and tired after a long day's effort, quietly amazed at just how far she's managed to open up for her baby. "Fuckkkkkk- It burns-" Kelly should be back soon, ready to help put an end to her labor for today. She bears down again, pressing the wide expanse of head against the tight cloth between her legs. It hurts, God it hurts, but she can feel how her clit, stiff and eager, rubs against the fabric whenever she bears down especially hard. "GAAAAAH- Haaaaa- hhhh-" She feels her contraction end as she holds on to her husband's arms, leaning against his body as he helps hold her upright.

Sarah hears the door swing open as she catches her breath. "Hi, Kelly," is all the response she can muster.

"Hi. You okay?" Kellner kneels down next to her.

"Mm-hm." Sarah feels between her legs again. "Fuck, this head is big."

"Ha. You don't say." She takes a moment to slip her gloves on.

"She's been pushing pretty hard." Dave tries to help Sarah to her feet, but she stumbles as she gets halfway there. "Here-," He helps hold her up under one arm, and Kellner takes the other. "I've got you."

"Nnnnn- Fuck- It's too full-" For all her effort, Sarah can't bring herself to bring her thighs anywhere near each other as she feels the head sitting between her legs.

"Yeah, you get like that when the head's really low." Kellner helps support Sarah from the other side while they maneuver her towards the bed. "Can you hop up here for me?"

Sarah does her best to climb on to the bed, struggling every step of the way with her body's urge to fling her thighs apart. "Ohhhhhh, God, that's so big." She settles back onto the bed, pulling her legs as wide as she can get them.

"Mm-hm. Looks like you're stretching really good, though." Kellner is transfixed at the view in front of her, at the sight of Sarah's lower lips, bulging wide and stretched so far around the dark mass of the head. "You've made a lot of progress today. You're doing really, really well with this baby." Kellner can't help but slip a finger alongside the head to 'check her elasticity'. "Here, we can push the head back in now to help with that pressure while we pause your contractions for the night."

"Nnnn- Hang on-" Sarah's belly starts to harden once again, pushing the head just slightly forward against the belt holding it in place. Her eyes flick downwards as a look of discomfort spreads across her face. "Should I-" Sarah shifts uncomfortably, unable to get her hips far enough apart to satisfy her body's urge as the contraction builds.

Kellner is already one step ahead of her, pulling out the stirrups from beneath the foot of the bed. "At this point, you'll really want these if you're in bed."

Sarah is eager to lift her legs into position, to do anything to help with this pressure.

"It's better if you're spread really wide for this, okay?"

Sarah groans in relief as she feels her legs start to spread apart, relieving some of the terrible fullness in her hips. Even when she starts to wince she voices no complaint, desperate for as much room as she can get. She starts to pant as her stomach starts to clamp down in earnest, glad for every bit of distance between her thighs.

"Shhhhh, you're okay." A finger lightly grazes her clit through the stretchy fabric. "Push just like this for me."

It's an awkward, uncomfortable position, but at this point it's far too much for Sarah to even consider holding back. Her body needs this baby out and she does her best to make it happen, pushing with everything she has to make the huge dome of the head bulge even more between her legs. Kellner stares at the beautiful sight in front of her, as the belt lets the head just barely inch forwards as Sarah bears down with all her might.

"Ohhhh, I bet it hurts, doesn't it?"

She manages to nod while she keeps up the effort.

"I'll bet it burns so, so bad."

Sarah nods again while she struggles to force the head down.

"Mmmm, but you like it though, don't you? Being stretched this much? I can feel how eager you are here…" Kellner presses her thumb against Sarah's clit, grinding it against the thinned fabric even more and dragging out a groan as Sarah gives another huge, furious push. "I can tell how hard it's making you work."

Sarah is in no place to deny it, the way her legs shake with effort as she grips the sides of the bed.

"I know you love it." More pressure on her clit, more shaking as she grits her teeth. "Feeling yourself stretch so wide. Feeling your baby held in place while you push and push and push."

Sarah gives one final grunt of effort before she feels her contraction ebb, leaning back against her husband to recover.

"I do have some good news." Some gentle pressure on the head, helping ease it back inside. "I have some more free time now, my shift just ended." Sarah feels the burning in her lips replaced with a dull, throbbing soreness as her baby retreats. "So I can stick around a little longer than usual." Kellner presses the head back until Sarah's lips close over it again. She unfastens the belt and it peels away from Sarah's crotch, leaving strings of sticky wetness behind. "Oh, and-" Kellner starts to adjust the stirrups. "I can take the edge off of these too for now."

"Ohhhhhh, that's better." Sarah visibly relaxes as her legs move into a more comfortable position. "Pretty sore, though."

"Do you want to push with these next couple? Or-"

"Mm-hm. I'll try and be gentle."

"Just let me know when you're ready." Kellner presses a hand between her legs, and Sarah is grateful for the soothing warmth where she's sore.

Sarah closes her eyes and sinks back, feeling Dave's support from behind, their breaths coming in sync as she presses against his chest. Her hand finds his as she waits, letting the tension slowly drain out of her. "Here-" She feels her belly start to harden once again, grunting her way through the pressure as she slowly lets herself give in.

"There you go, that's it." Kellner keeps her hand in place, stopping the head as it tries to gently press it's way outwards. "Nice and relaxed for me." Sarah does her best to give short, soft pushes, each one pressing her baby against the hand between her legs. "There you go. Let that head stay right where it is." She's grateful for the warm pressure on her lips as she breathes her way through one contraction and into the next, keeping her grounded enough to keep her baby from trying to come too hard or too fast. "That's good, that's good. You're doing so good." She feels herself slip for a moment, losing control for just a brief second, pushing hard against Kellner's steady hand. "I've got you. You're okay." She does her best to steady her breaths, to let her child stay inside her for just a little longer, hearing the confident, reassuring voice between her legs encouraging her to just lay back and let the pressure come.

Sarah finally opens her eyes at the end of a third contraction. "Are we done, then?"

"Not if you don't want it to be. You did really good there." Kellner probes at Sarah's lips, stretching with her fingers to see just how much room she has. "Hard pushes with these next ones, okay? I want to see this head come down."

Sarah nods. She can feel her heartbeat getting faster, feel wetness gathering between her legs. "Let's do it."

"Perrrrfect-" Kellner can feel Sarah's clit, ready and eager for the head to stretch her wide. She moans softly as Kellner starts to touch her in earnest. "I'll help you finish here when you're stretched as far as you can, okay? Not until then."

"Mm-hm." Sarah looks almost wide-eyed with anticipation. "Make me stretch, Kelly."

"You'll have to do that yourself. We're just the cheerleaders here. Whenever you're ready-"

"Okay- Okay- Oh, fuck-" Sarah feels her body take over as she curls forward around her belly, groaning with the effort as she feels the head coming forward, spreading her lips apart once again. There's no question of holding back as the dark patch spreads wider and wider between her legs, feeling a burn start to grow as her baby opens her up more and more.

"Come on, Sarah, give me that head."

She bears down again, feeling Kellner's hands pressing gently around her opening as she feels herself stretching even more. She feels her touch, soft and insistent on her clit, urging her to bear down hard as fingers trace along her spreading lips. The more the head comes, the more pressure she feels, the more she can't help but bear down with everything she has into the burning, stretching pain between her legs. By the time Sarah lets go of her push, she's crying out with the effort, giving everything she has to the struggle to force her baby out right now.

"Whoa- Hold on a little-" Kellner presses back on the head as she watches Sarah's lips stretch wider and wider. "This head's coming real fast."

"Nnnn- Haaaaa- God, its so low-" Sarah shifts her hips as she struggles with the pressure, feeling every bit of her baby's enormous size. "Kelly, please-"

"Yeah, here, I've got you." Kellner moves to adjust the stirrups wider before she stops herself. "Hang on-" She looks down between Sarah's legs. "Actually- Trust me on this, please?" Kellner reaches beneath the table, for a set of straps to attach her legs to the stirrups.

Sarah shrugs cautiously as Kellner starts to fix her legs in place with a slightly worrying level of skill. "Okay, I guess. Kelly, what're you- Nnnnnnnh- doing?" Sarah starts to struggle as she feels her legs being pulled, not farther apart, but closer together. "Kelly- Too close! AAAAH-"

"It makes that pressure so much worse, doesn't it?" Kellner luxuriates in the sight of Sarah struggling while she's strapped in tight. "Makes you want to push so much more, right?" Sarah breathes deep to try to work through the overwhelming fullness. "Well, go right ahead with this next one."

Sarah lets out a groan as her thighs move just a little closer together.

"Don't worry, you still have plenty of room." More panting, struggling just a little against the restraints. "You said you wanted to stretch, didn't you? To push as hard as you can? Well, here's your chance." Even now, the pressure on her clit makes Sarah's breath hitch. "I want to see just how hard you can push, just how far you can stretch for this head."

"NNNNN- It's- Coming-"

"Alright. Don't hold back. I've got the head down here, just do what your body needs you to do."

"GAAAAAAA- FUUUUU-" Sarah gives in to the unbearable pressure, feels herself start to shake with the effort as she forces her baby farther and farther downward, feeling the burn get worse and worse as the head pushes into Kellner's cupped hands. She pushes right into the pain, right into where it hurts the worst, stretching wide just like every fantasy she's had for the last few months.

"Perrrrrfect, that's perfect, Sarah." Kellner stares, mouth watering a little, as Sarah's lips spread open wider and wider. "Giving you just a little counterpressure now, you're doing so, so good."

It never seems to end as Sarah feels herself pried open even farther, as that hard, impossible mass that she's spent the last three months holding inside her is coming out, stretching her beyond anything she could have imagined, as she gives in totally to the pressure between her hips. She lets out a moan as she feels fingers on her clit, stiff and ready, and the burning between her legs starts to take on a new dimension. It still hurts, of course, it hurts like hell, but Kellner's fingers rub her exactly where and how she needs it, giving her all the more motivation to shove down even harder on the huge mass in her pelvis, to want to feel the head come even more, to make her burn even more.

"Beautiful, you're stretching so beautifully for me." Kellner keeps a hand cupped over the head while putting friction on Sarah's clit with the other, drawing out groans and whines as Sarah takes a breath. "One more, give me one more, okay?"

Sarah tucks in her chin and bears down again, gripping her husband's hand as tight as she can as she struggles not to scream, to put every bit of that energy into Kellner's waiting palm. She can't stop now - it's almost electric, pain and pressure and need as she forces herself wider and wider against the guiding hand slowing her down, stuck struggling to force the head against the burning ring between her legs. Her belly starts to release, and the pressure abates just a little. Sarah falls back onto the bed, panting for air as she stares upwards, her unfocused eyes pointed at the ceiling.

"There you go…" Her husband's hand cups the side of her face and his voice floats from above. "You're doing good. I'm-"

"Sarah-" Kellner cuts in from the end of the bed. "I know you're tired, but, can you push again for me? Just a soft one to keep the head where it is."

"Mmmm- 'Kay-" Sarah's lips had just started to close over the head, but she holds it in place. "Nnnnh- Hnnnn-" She does her best to keep up her breathing while she gives light, grunting pushes- she'll need every bit of that breath for the next contraction.

"That's good, that's a good girl." Kellner watches her twitch just a little as she rubs her fingers along her clit. "I love seeing you enjoy this."

"Haaaa- You won't-" She gasps for a breath- "Let me cum yet?"

"No, not yet. Next one should be soon though, right?"

"Mm-hm. It's-" Sarah grits her teeth and starts to bear down again, feeling the head start to move forward as the burning between her legs flares up even more, making her let out a groan as she struggles with the sheer size of the child she's trying to stretch herself open for. She tries to focus on Kellner's fingers rubbing her clit and tracing gently along her lips, on how she wants to feel that touch even more, how she wants to stretch open even wider for her.

"I've got you. Just push, I've got you."

There's nothing she can do but push, to bear down with everything she has, to let herself scream as her baby opens her up more and more. She feels hands guiding the head out of her with agonizing slowness, putting pressure back on the head as she pries herself open, as the friction on her clit makes her want it to burn more even as it already burns worse than she could ever imagine. She feels reassuring solidness behind her and gentle care in front of her as she struggles desperately to have her baby, as she gives everything she has to try to give birth in that very moment. Firm counterpressure lets the head just barely inch forward, and the friction on her clit lets her just about hold it together as the stretching between her legs ratchets up again and again and again.

"I know, I know. Slow, let it come slow, okay?"

Sarah lets go for just a moment before she lets herself give in to the overwhelming pressure once again, pushing with all her might, fighting against the hand pressed over the head, but she feels herself open up with the same awful, grinding slowness as before. A part of her wants to just get this over with, to force her lips apart all at once and get her baby out with a single, brilliant flash of pain, but she knows her Kelly won't let her hurt herself like that. Instead, all she can do is bear down as long and hard as she can, feel herself stretch more and more around every bit of the head she's spent the last year creating. She can hear herself scream as she clutches at her husband for support, moaning inwardly as the grinding pressure on her clit helps turn the terrible burning pain into something she can almost handle, as she feels pleasure start to build even while she cries out again and again.

"Ohhhhh, Sarah, the head is so far right now. You're stretching so much, it's incredible. Just incredible…" Kellner watches her belly soften as she whispers soothing words. "Okay, give me soft pushes now, just like before."

Sarah nods, and Kellner can watch her belly tighten a little again even as she tries to breathe deep.

"There you go, there you go." Kellner looks down between her legs, at the huge, dark mass bulging out of her, considers for a moment, and makes her decision. "Okay, Sarah, the head is really far down right now. You're doing just incredible. You could-" She pauses for a moment. "If you worked really hard, and we took this slow, you could crown with the next contraction."

Sarah's eyes bulge outward, incredulous and more than a little nervous.

"I know, it's- You could do it. I know you could. You could stretch that far."

"I- Hhhh- If- NNNnnnh- But- HAAAAAA-" Kellner works her thumb on Sarah's clit each time she tries to raise an objection. Finally, she gives in and agrees as she feels pressure start to build again.

"You've got her?"

Dave nods as he takes hold of both of Sarah's hands, gripping her tightly as he holds her up from behind.

"Okay, Sarah-" The two lock eyes for a moment. "Push for me."

Sarah holds her gaze for a moment longer before she curls her head forward and bears down, crying out as she feels herself stretch farther and farther, feeling her baby force her open inch by inch against the steady, insistent pressure of Kellner's palm. She struggles to get the head to move, screaming her way through one endless, desperate push. She can feel the overwhelming urge, the awful fullness in her hips begging her to get her baby out, to force the head down with everything she has, through the terrible, burning ring between her legs, to bear down and make that pain worse and worse and worse, whatever it takes to get this head out of her. She can feel counterpressure slowing her to a crawl, holding her baby inside despite every bit of her desperate, frantic effort. Even so, all she can do is push, all she can do is clench her teeth and grip the bed and give everything she has to bearing down, all she can do is gasp and pant and twitch at the friction on her clit, at the pressure right where she's most sensitive, dragging her closer and closer to the edge together with the blazing, endless stretching in her lower lips, with the feeling of her baby almost totally stuck.

"Good girl, good girl-" Kellner drags another moan out of Sarah, running her fingers across her clit to help her through the pain. "Open you up niiiice and slow, that's the way."

This is what she's dreamed of for the last few months, feverish and anxious as she ground her hand on her clit: to be pried open all the way and held there, bearing down fruitlessly with everything she has, again and again and again. It's so close, her fantasy and her nightmare. All she has to do is just keep pushing. She cries out again. Her face turns red. She clutches at Dave's hand, crying out, desperate for support as she struggles to move the head forward. She feels gentle, steady hands pressing back against her efforts, tracing along her burning lips. She feels the huge mass of the head forcing her open, stretching her more than she could have possibly imagined, making her moan and wince with pain even as the burning fuels a fire inside her, fuels a voice in her head that wants her to feel that burn even more, wants her to stretch wider and wider to her limit and beyond. Fingers grind hard against her clit, making that voice louder and louder, bringing her closer, closer to the edge until all she can think about is pushing, all she can think about is stretching, all she can think about is making that head open her up, as wide as she can go, about are hands holding her there, keeping her from giving birth just to make that stretch last forever.

"Scream it! Scream that baby out!"

She needs it, needs it more than anything as she forces her baby downwards. She screams again and again, curled forwards and desperate, shaking with the inhuman effort. Her lips part even more, hands pull back just slightly, and she's stretching- stretching more and more as she lets out a primal roar, as she bears down with strength she didn't know she had, as-

"You're crowning! Oh my God, Sarah, you're crowning!"

She doesn't stop. She can't stop. She bears down with all her might and feels the head stop in its tracks, feels the ring of fire, the inferno between her legs that she's longed for and dreaded. Fingers drag on her clit, pressing hard, forcing her towards pleasure more and more while she screams again, forcing her to, then past, then far, far off the edge. She screams again as she cums, crowning hard and bearing down beyond all reason, stretched open around the full width of her baby's long-overdue head as she struggles and gasps and forces the head against firm, unyielding hands. She pushes with huge, shaking force against the barrier, trapped there in agony and rapture as her baby stays lodged halfway out of her, stuck right on the cusp of being born, keeping her unbearably stretched, burning, held open so unbelievably wide. It feels endless, cumming around her baby's crowning head, pushing like mad and screaming her pain and ecstacy for the world to hear.

"Oh, Fuck-" Kellner can't take her eyes off the immense dome of the head wedged between Sarah's lips. "Oh my God- I can't believe I get to do this."

Sarah is on fire. Not just between her legs; her whole body is flushed with exertion and arousal as she shudders and gasps her way through the last of the contraction. Kellner's fingers brush on her clit, helping her work through the aftershocks and ease into the terrible burning in her lips. "Nnnnnnh-" All Sarah can do is take huge, heaving breaths as she fixes her stare at Kellner. "Is it-"

"Yesssss, that's a crown, Sarah." Kellner is visibly flushed at the sight. "All that head you've been feeling, that's sitting between your legs right now."

"Ohhhhhhh God-" Sarah snakes a tentative hand down between her legs. "Oh my God, that's- That's too big-" Sarah has to fight for control, feeling herself stretched open farther than she's ever imagined.

"It's so big. You did so good with this one, Sarah." Kellner rubs her thighs together for a moment. "Next one should be soon. Do you want me to-"

"Hold it. Please." Sarah starts to sit herself up again as she feels pressure building. "I need to feel it stuck-" A shiver runs through her spine as she feels Kellner get her hands back in position. "I need to feel you hold my baby inside-"

"'Course. Whenever you're ready."

Sarah gives in, tentatively at first, then more and more fully as she can tell the head won't go anywhere. The terrible pressure in her hips drives her to bear down hard and she holds nothing back, letting out a moan as she feels the head stay stuck in place, feels it held there, holding her so wide open, stretching her so unbearably, deliciously wide despite all her effort, all her struggle. She feels Kellner rubbing on her clit, giving quick, intense friction, and she feels her pleasure building rapidly. "Hold- Hold it! GAAAAAAH-" She curls forward and bears down with everything she has, crying out again as the fingers between her legs drag her to a shaking, white-knuckled climax, struggling so hard to force her baby out and feeling it held firmly in place, unmoving despite everything she can give.

Sarah only has time for a couple of quick, gasping breaths before she's bearing down again, crying out with effort as she pushes the head against cupped, waiting hands. Every bit of her screams to bear down, to give it her all, to force out that thing prying her open so incredibly far. She does, she gives in completely, and almost cums again just from feeling the head stay right where it is, feeling it force her to stay burning and stretched so, so wide. Skilled fingers drag another whining, shuddering climax out of her while she gives a huge, futile push, then another almost immediately afterwards. She's completely at the mercy of her body, bearing down with all her might, as hard as she can for as long as she can. There's nothing she can do but cry out again and again at the pain and the pleasure and overstimulation, at the sheer perverted joy at holding her baby inside so she can cum more.

She throws her head back as the contraction ends, fighting her way through all the overwhelming sensations as her body calms down, clutched tightly to her husband's arm as she tries to finally take a rest.

"Mmmmh, there you go…" A wicked smile spreads across Kellner's face as she stares down rapturously between Sarah's legs, at the massive head her body has somehow managed to accommodate. She rubs her thumb against Sarah's clit, drawing out another moan and a whimper from across the bed.

"Nnnn- Kelly- That's-"

"Too much?" Kellner repeats the movement, to the same result. "Hmmmm, I'm not so sure." Again. Another yelp.

"Kelly-"

"I can feel your clit here, and I don't think it is." Kellner brings her face in closer. "Even while you're stretched this far, because you're stretched this far, I can tell you're more turned on than ever. And when you push, it gets even worse. I think you can give me a little more, Sarah."

Feeling the pressure starting to build, Sarah turns in desperation to her husband, looking up at him with questioning, needy eyes.

"You'll be okay, don't worry." He takes hold of her arms with his own. "I've got you. Just push when you need to."

She can feel her belly hardening, feel the urge to bear down growing more and more. She's spread open, stretched out, completely vulnerable. She feels a hand pressed firmly against the head, another already starting to work on her clit. She feels her husband's arms, helping hold her in place, and a growing need to do something about the pressure deep in her hips. She knows she has no choice.

"That's it, Sarah. Right against here."

She cries out with the effort as she bears down, and cries out again as she feels intense friction grinding on her most sensitive place. Sarah gives her all to her push and Kellner's touch follows suit, dragging her to orgasm as she struggles to force her baby out. She couldn't let up her effort if she wanted to, and it's not long before she feels fingers pressing on her clit once again, dragging her inexorably closer to the edge. She grits her teeth as she cums once more, her spasming muscles trying and failing to clamp down on the head stuck forcing her lips so wide open.

"Good girl, good girl, now we're getting somewhere." Kellner doesn't let up the pressure as Sarah starts to bear down again. "Let that pretty clit cum again for me, okay?"

Sarah doesn't respond. She can't. She's too busy pushing- hard- as though her life depends on it. She cries out as she feels Kellner pressing against her and rubbing into her in just the wrong way, as she feels herself spasm even more, painfully trying to clench around something far, far too big. Kellner hardly gives her a break before starting again, making Sarah try to squirm away from the overstimulation as she bears down with all her might. She's stretched unbearably wide, burning and screaming with effort, with pain, with way too much pleasure as she cums again, struggling to force the head out of her even as she grimaces at the feeling of her body trying to tighten around it.

"There you go, that's so good. You can give me one more, Sarah, I know you can. One more time, push hard for me."

Sarah takes a deep breath in, then lets it out. She takes another and holds it as she tucks in her chin and pushes her baby down as hard as she can against the hand between her legs. She can feel fingers rubbing, grinding, pressing against her exposed, oversensitive clit, bringing her closer and closer to yet another climax. She knows it'll hurt when she cums, as her muscles try to contract even more while they're forced open so wide, as harsh friction grinds against her just when she gets the most sensitive. It'll hurt a lot, but she tries not to fight it. Kelly wants her to cum, after all, wants to make her wince and shudder and cry out, wants to torture her where she's sensitive the most. So, she does her best to make it happen. To focus on the good parts of the burning ring of agony between her legs, on how she can't get enough of being stretched so far. To focus on pushing and pushing, as hard as she can, right into the place where it hurts the most. To focus on how the head just won't move, no matter how much she struggles to force it out of her. She feels her clit, stiff and eager even as determined, ruthless fingers drag unwilling pleasure out of her, feels it coming closer and closer as she bears down with everything she has. "KELLY- AAAAAAH-" She feels herself shake, feels strong arms pin her to the bed, feels herself forced across the edge, cries out again as she clamps down hard on her baby's crown. And the fingers don't stop. They don't stop- They DON'T-

"Push! Push, Sarah! Push for me!"

Sarah screams, bearing down with force she didn't even know she had as Kellner attacks her mercilessly, as she keeps up that grinding, exacting pressure on her clit even as Sarah feels herself clenching harder than ever, as the head holds her lips burning and stretched to her limit, as she pushes with everything she has into Kellner's waiting palm, as she screams and screams and cums around her baby. Kellner keeps up the attack for a few endless moments, dragging her climax out for what seems like an eternity before the contraction finally starts to ebb and Kellner finally gives her a break.

Sarah slumps back in bed, still shivering a little bit as she comes back to reality. Dave holds her close from behind, whispering into her ear as she presses her head to his chest. Their moment of peace doesn't last long, though, before Sarah winces once again.

"Owwwww-" She reaches a hand between her legs. "That still burns really bad. Can you-"

"Yeah, that's something we need to decide on." Kellner adjusts the stirrups to a more comfortable position. "You could have this baby right now, you're more than ready. But-"

She shakes her head. "Not- Not yet. Can we just…"

"Pick this up tomorrow? Yes, we can. All I have to do is fudge a little bit of paperwork to say you didn't quite get there today." Kellner presses gently back against the head and Sarah moans in relief, totally unbothered by the mild discomfort of the head sliding back in as the burning between her legs start to fade. "Same medication as last night, then you can get some sleep. How does that sound?"

Sarah nods as Kellner releases her legs from the stirrups, sitting up as she massages her stiff muscles.

"And-" Kellner hands her the appropriate medication and a cup of water. "You're sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, I'm okay. I know you're sticking your neck out for me-" She takes a moment to swallow the pills. "So, thank you. For that, and for being here. No one said this was going to be easy, but you make it easier." The words she just said now run through her brain. "No, scratch that. You make this a lot harder, actually." All three of them crack up at that. "But it is better this way, not just a terrifying medical procedure."

Kellner stays just a little longer, making sure Sarah really is okay after all that, before she decides to finally let the her get some sleep.

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this may have been asked before but could you explain what quasi-delusions/hallucinations are? ive tried looking it up but its a lil hard to understand hhhh

im actually not the most knowledgable on it either, because like you ive tried finding information but its a bit hard to understand, so remember that this isnt fact and i could be wrong. from what ive read though, quasi-psychotic experiences are defined as circumscribed (limited), short lived and non bizarre. this would usually mean that it can be somewhat rooted in fact/real life, and can know it isnt real but still feel it strongly. an example of a hallucination like this could be one of perception, where you look down to a tiled floor and it looks like its moving in some way, but you cant tell if its a visual effect or not, or you cant tell if it really is a hallucination or if youre "thinking it" into existence. an example of a quasi-delusion could be one where you think a childhood adversity was deserved (example taken from google), which isnt bizarre and isnt a typical "full-blown delusion". both of these examples would be short lived (not lasting more than a couple days) and exists in the sort of "grey area" between normal and not normal. so i guess a simple way of explaining it is something thats a bit more than a normal thought or visual difference but not exactly to the length of a delusion of hallucination? i dont know if that makes much sense but i hope this can help. as always, if i got something wrong or if someone wants to add anything, please put it in comments or reblogs!!

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any sinclair EGO x reader? whichever your favorite(s) is/are, but i can see at least half of them being pretty freaky when loving someone…

Haiii ∪･ω･∪ I picked Cavernous Wailing for this one. Definitely freakier ones exist, but this one has potential. Well, he’s less so freaky and more so just,,, messed up. I’m assuming it’s based on the story where a disobedient frog-son (or was it a toad?) finally tries to follow his mothers word after she dies, but fails still? I mean, yk, she tells him to burry her by the river bc she assumes he won’t do that, since he’s a bad son, but he does. I vaguely remember a version where the water would either dig her up or like it washed the grave away, but I think the most popular (and original) one was that the reason for his crying was that he was worried that her resting place would get disturbed. Anyhow, I will go with this as like, the vibe of the character because oh my, that certainly gives me stuff to work with^^

Warnings: s/h tendencies, poorly disguised mommy issues, unhealthy dynamics, mentions of being fed (he’s just not normal about that one hhhh), sex mention kind of, UNEDITED

I think he’s guilt ridden, grief fills him and he can not forgive himself for his past. Just like our limbus Sinclair, this one truly believes himself to be the Cain, a prodigal son. There’s a soft resignation in the way he conducts himself, a pain that lingers throughout his days. When you grow closer to him, he’s scared. He has not forgiven himself. Maybe never will. And you’re so good, so important to him. Though he can’t bring himself to disclose his past, out of utter shame and pain it brings him, it keeps him up at night. You treat him so good. As if he was your equal. You do not know what he really is, you’re not aware of the sins that taint his very being. To stay by his side makes you a saint. A very pitiful one at that, wasting your limited time on someone so lowly. He’s trying to do better. But he’s not well enough for his definition of better to be very healthy. That is to say - whatever is your will, it goes without questions. He’s very obedient, he doesn’t dare to question anything you say. He’s too paranoid. He can’t go though this all over again. The guilt, in case something happens, can’t double. He wouldn’t survive that. Though he doesn’t care much about surviving these days. So even if something you’re asking for or something you are doing puts him though discomfort, you won’t hear a peep from him. Even if it hurts, even if it makes him feel bad. You won’t even know. His expression is too saddened most of the time anyway, so it’s not like you will be able to read from it properly. And he doesn’t believe he deserves to speak up. If it’s painful, good, let it hurt. He should hurt. Though, it doesn’t mean he won’t be a bit overbearing. He says you can leave at any time. Honestly, yeah, he won’t stop you. But even if you choose to stay, you’re the last beacon of light in his gloomy life. So he sticks to you, waits like a dog for you to give him your attention. Like a pet laying by the door, awaiting his owner to come back. He’s all yours. And all he can do is try to compensate for his entire vile being, hoping you stay. It feels selfish, letting you stay. But he can’t stop himself. Not when you’re so sweet to him, so lovely. Life’s been lonely. So he clings onto you, begging in his soul for you to please stay. You make him feel taken care of. Wanted. Needed. And the little gestures you do, your words, actions and little touches. It reminds him of home. He misses his family. Dearly misses his mum. Although he would never admit it to himself, much less to you, there is a maternal role he is subconsciously pushing onto you. Doesn’t matter your gender. Sometimes it’s draining. Taking care of him, providing endless reassurance for someone whose very presence feels heavy with death. He’s not getting better. He believes he is, it has to be the case when an angel like you is stroking his hair. Holding him. Feeding him (that’s a whole different conversation, but sweets and snacks carry a significance to him in the book and the game seems to have carried that over to the limbus version of him). That need for maternal care carries over to his sexual desires. He won’t tell you, but it’s not like he can hide it well. The hunger in his eyes when he surrenders his whole self to you is evident. There’s a certain fire hungrily enveloping his whole self with each favour you perform. He wants you to hurt him and heal him, bring him to the verge of life and nurse him back to health. All the violence inside of him had formed inward. He hates himself so much, he wants to suffer. And what a pleasure it is to suffer at hands of someone so pure. The yearning for punishment battles with the need to be guided and pampered by you, creating a cycle. And no matter when you will do with him, he will surrender wholly, with tears filling his eyes

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I have been obsessing with Ahmed and Patrick lately HHHH! I really wanna draw them!! Can you give me a description of them? Thank you so much!!

Well, Patrick is tall, and while lean, not exactly ripped. He's about 6' 2", with a blonde mullet and brown eyes. He's got scars on his chest and abdomen, and one or two on his neck. He's tried to keep his face 'lookin' pretty' for you. He tends to lean towards punk attire, spikes and chains, but occasionally will wear something casual. Favorite colors: Red and Black.

Ahmed is around 5' 7", and is scrawny. He's mostly arms and legs, with very bony hands. He has brown skin, with warm tones, and chocolate brown hair which he just wears in it's slightly curly, unbrushed form. If you ask, he will try to clean up a little for you. He's got a few dark beauty marks on his face, and very clear amber eyes. He's only 3 inches shorter than Patrick, but his poor posture and tendency to cower makes him appear much, much smaller. He tends to dress slightly preppy, actually. A sweater vest and slacks tend to do it for him, though he often forgets to tuck in his shirt, so he just looks a little sloppy. He's trying his best!

Favorite color: Blue.

[rabioa]

Werewolf!Vox x Red Riding Hood!Reader??

Little You and The Big Bad TV

Big Bad Wolf!Vox x Red Riding Hood!Reader - Concept - Gender Neutral

You were just the innocent Little Red Riding Hood, kept safe from the horrors of Pentagram City. When you meet the Big Bad Wolf Vox, your life is turned upside down. The only issue is do you even realize he's ruining you? Surely, he isn't the bad guy in this story, after all, Vox was your best friend, your only friend, the only person who just wanted the best for you, right...?

TW: Crazy amounts of manipulation and corruption, this feels like Valentino levels of toxic, he is such a red flag in this, any Hazbin Hotel warnings

Hhhh tumblr decided to be funny and delete my draft of this </3 Anyways, this was my first request! I wrote this as a general conception of the topic rather than specific scenes since I had so many ideas of how it would go. I wrote like three drafts until I finally settled on this lol. I really tried to push how he gradually manipulative Vox is towards the innocent Reader. Lmk if there are any typos!! Remember to stay hydrated and slay the day away

Vox was the big bad wolf of Pentagram City. He was a wolf, both in character and in capitalism, managing to brand himself to monopolize anything material he could get his hands on. He managed to garner a fearsome reputation for being a greedy and hungry beast, yet everyone still relied on him for technology and whatnot. 

You were the innocent Little Red Riding Hood. You were always sheltered, living on the outskirts of Pentagram City with your mother and father, ensuring you had everything you’d need in the small cottage. No complicated technologies that could risk unsavory individuals from stealing your privacy were allowed in the house. There were no muggings or burglars in the desolate corner of land in the meager outlands. As you got older you craved to explore the concrete jungles. Your parents compromised by letting you go on trips alone to the other side of the pentagram to the humble apartment your grandmother lives in. You always went with your red cloak and a basket of goods. You’d spend the night at your grandmother’s to catch up before returning home in the morning; A neat weekly routine.

Although your parents told you tales of monsters in the world, you never really paid attention. After all, if your home was so pleasant then how could the world be so awful? Surely you wouldn’t be able to have such a happy life if it were as bad as they made it out to be!

You met him on one of your journeys across the city. He was charming, so much so that you completely ignored the cybernetic wolf ears on his head and how they resembled the devil horns your mother warned you against. He was so polite that you were surely you were mistaken each time you saw a hungry glint in his eyes. During your interactions his claws were all over you, constantly resting on your shoulder or guiding you by the small of your back. You never really minded it, his hands occasionally heavy against your flesh but never drawing blood. He was always kind enough to escort you to the edge of his domain ensuring you were safe in his lands, how sweet of him to protect your innocence.

You grew to adore your outings solely so you could see your new friend! He always managed to find you when you were on your path, and you never questioned it. It must be fate and totally not him spying on you whenever you step within the range of any VoxTek item! Eventually, though, he grew greedy. It was in his nature, to want to consume everything, a gluttonous beast. Your innocence was amusing for a while and he was content with the brief interactions, but he found himself wanting to corrupt you. After all such a naive person was rare. 

It started as small things. He would encourage you to spend a little longer on your outings. He would gift you small items, slowly building up into him gifting you a VoxTek phone. Vox would whisper temptations in your ear, guiding you into cafes as you both share some sugary drinks and laugh together. The city was nothing like your organic home life, everything was artificial but it was all so entertaining! He would escalate his plans though. Eventually, he had you lying straight to your family’s face so you could sneak a little more time with him. You lied to your grandmother, saying your visits would have to become biweekly due to some new plans at the house. In truth you’d spend your nights with Vox, learning more about the city. He would take you to clubs, to stores, and even to the V Tower! It put stars in your eyes as you tasted the sweet forbidden fruit of the citylife.

Over time you realized Vox was a lot more popular than you thought. Your friendly wolf was a busy man yet he always made time for you. How kind of him, really shows how much he cared about you! 

When you were home, you’d sneakily text Vox throughout the week, hiding the phone constantly so your parents wouldn’t be clued into your rebellious behavior. You slowly became more modernized, learning more about the outside life your parents hid from you. Vox would constantly point out their “controlling” behavior, persuading you that they were being cruel, trying to keep you caged like some bird, they used the excuse of “safety” so they could keep you trapped. This began to lead to more conflict at home. Of course, you made sure it wasn’t anything too extreme, after all, you couldn’t bear to be too aggressive. You couldn’t risk them taking Vox away from you. Vox was your best friend, your only friend, the only person who just wanted the best for you. 

Occasionally Vox would even appear outside your house in the late hours of the night, sneakily giving you charming gifts of the latest fashionable accessory or tech toy as he chatted with you. Soon you amassed a collection of contraband that you hid under your bed. 

Vox was the only person you could rely on. The only one who cared about you. Even your family was against you. Your family, the ones who raised you, didn’t love you. Only Vox was the honest person you knew. Perhaps he was an angel?

That’s why when one day shit hit the fan, you turned to Vox. Your father needed some old box that was kept under your bed but he ended up finding an odd black and cyan box. Upon further examination, he was horrified. Modern tech, being snuck into his house? His child, the very kid he thought he raised to be honest and good, was involved in bad things. He and your mother were furious. It got messy, leading to a big screaming match as they threw away all of your beloved gifts from Vox. You ran out of the house, going to the comforting neon lights of the city. You called Vox, sobbing, begging him to take you away. He was right, your parents were awful cruel people. Vox was all too pleased when you crawled to him. 

He settled you nice and neat into his penthouse in the V Tower. You were officially isolated from everyone but him. He made sure you got controlled tidbits of information. Slowly, he introduced you to Valentino and Velvette. He began to show you more extreme things, normalizing them. He had the lowest performers shot? Well, maybe they should’ve worked harder! People were being exploited in Valentino’s films? They signed the contract, they consented to it all! Velvette verbally abused her workers? She was just encouraging them to be better! Your innocent mind became twisted into Vox’s little pet. He was your everything. The outside was scary after all! You’d be in danger if you wandered without him. Just rely on him.

Ignore the way he loomed over you like you were prey. Ignore the way you weren’t allowed to see your family anymore. He was the only one that mattered. Look at him. Worship him. He was your everything. You were now his caged bird, happily chirping along to whatever song he wanted. The big bad wolf consumed Little Red Riding Hood; The only thing left was your newly corrupted self.

[bandsandwristbands]

it’s me ur bbgrill tell me yuor 1-4 headcanons rn

gettin grilled by the bbgrill

Level 1!

hhhh i mean canon does not give much to work with imo

Firstly Lee and Gaara are massive shit talkers.

Lee got that chronic pain, dawg, like regular shooting pains and nerve issues but he doesn't say anything cuz he doesn't want anyone to worry or feel bad(👀Gaara *cough*)

Gaara ups his tai jutsu training (I think this is canon in filler lol) but Lee helps him out by sending over reference material all the time. The homies tell Lee that he's overdoing it but Gaara keeps and studies everything Lee sends.

Speaking of studying I think Gaara had to study hard for the bureaucratical aspects of the Kazekage spot. (Probably mostly shadowed Baki for a long time) Like strength is a given but he was totally on his own when it came to education and diplomatic stuff because he was pushed through the academy purely through fear and nepotism. Not to say he isn't smart, once he starts in on something he's similar to Lee in that he goes all in, it becomes a whole aspect of his personality.

Level 2 💥

Sorry but Gaara still has mood swings and struggles to regulate his emotions. He masks real well, king of compartmentalize and dissociate lol but mans lashes out sometimes. Especially before shukaku is extracted like he canonically is not allowed to sleep his neural pathways are fried. He does try to not let it on to anyone because it Freaks People Out for obvious reasons. (The gaalee here is that Lee doesn't gaf about moodswings because he is also TooMuch sometimes, just a very accepting guy so he's someone Gaara can be less under tight emotional control with and he tries to offer healthy outlets hiii gay thoughts and mushy feelings)

Also he cries way easily, sometimes he just chillin and he's like aw fuck not again, cuz the fatigue and stress manifests or just feeling generally overwhelmed(*references 1(one) scene in shippuden*)

Level 3 !

Gaara is a brat, a little shit, a bit of an instigator even. Lee is one of the only people who can really challenge him on his attitude when he's being a menace. Temari and Kankuro too but Gaara knows how to push their buttons too well loll

I mean the guy definitely misuse his authority sometimes (usually for the greater good but sometimes just to be sneaky)

Lee is spiteful and has a greedy streak in the sense that if he wants to go for something, he doesn't gaf if he 'deserves it' he'll earn that shit for himself and then rub it in your face but somehow be polite about it. Utilizes malicious compliance often.

Gaara is a picky eater, certain textures bother him and specific foods he just won't eat, he later explains to Lee that he's been poisoned a few times and even the smell of certain foods makes him feel violently ill as a result. It tasted fine when he ate it at first but his body remembers the pain and fear quite vividly. Lee goes out of his way to be courteous of this. Alternatively Lee will eat anything on principle of not being wasteful.

Level 4!! (The ones im slow cookin at all times)

HELLO RELIGION/CULTURE HCS Gaara gets into reviving old Suna traditions and sponsors more regular celebrations to rebuild a sense of community outside of the military state previous Kazekages had been building. (This wins over a lot of Old Head civilians because they remember when practicing and appreciating their religious figures was commonplace) In general Suna becomes a lot more colorful and lively especially in the years post war. Art and clothing and jewelry actually becomes a pretty decent trade asset. The regular big celebrations encourage more tourism, helps the economy and helps with their perceptions as this harsh, conservative village.

Also his Mom was from the aboriginal tribes of Suna and so getting connected with that part of himself feels like getting closer to her.

Lee Officially Courts Gaara following Sunan tradition (w/ lots of help from Tem, Kank, team Gai) in front of the whole village, my guy is a romantic and audacious af and really it sweeps Gaara right up off his feet.

Established relationship, Gaara is seriously outrageous with PDA, very much likes to flex his Lee because he didn't think he'd ever have anything close to a loving partner and Lee eats it up(blushing profusely). They're so gross and in love that whoever invites them anywhere will receive a formal warning about their behavior.

The sand sibs have a punk band together for funsies. It's mostly Kanks hobby, but post chuunin Baki shares a couple old man cd's with them and they just start banging out songs here and there to spend more time together and process their feelings in an abstract way.

(I project my gender onto Gaara a lil too; uses he/him cuz that's what everyone is used to but doesn't necessarily think of himself as anything specific genderwise, he was just a monster for twelve years afterall. Dabbles with feminity sometimes but doesn't think too hard about it.)