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[peachyatelier]

EVERYBODY DRAW YOURSELVES AS YOUR FAVOURITE ALIEN!!

here's me as an asari 🤭

[norriszn]

norrossi balcony moment 😁

[allyyyyysposts]

Endless wailing filled the house as you tried in vain to soothe the little one in her nursery.

She'd been crying up a storm all day. Now you were kind of used to that - at some point you had to, being a new parent. But that was because eventually she could be carried, walked around, kissed, whatever it was, it usually soothed her by the end of it.

Tonight it hadn't.

It's a wondrous thing, seeing your child grow. A truly marvelous joy that you wouldn't trade for anything. But it didn't change the fact that you were scared.

It was three months into parenthood when Sylus woke up. He had told you to sleep in, after hearing your newborn cry in her nursery. So, rising from bed, he trudged to the nursery, peering into the crib, the sight he was greeted with making him stop.

His darling daughter was wailing, her little lungs screaming herself hoarse as her hands grabbed at the top of her head, where two little nubs were beginning to form. They were hardly noticeable, looking like the little bumps you got when you hit your head. But Sylus knew enough that those weren't just bumps.

With thinly-masked urgency, he lifted her into his arms, her crying softening for only just a moment before she wailed again, while he hoped not find what he suspected. Carefully, he pulled back the clasp on the back of her dress and peeked inside; two little nubs too, with another growing further down.

"You're always full of surprises, aren't you?" he whispered, in an effort to soothe both of them, as he began rocking her in his arms.

It'd been a few months since then. Now, two little stubs rested on top of your baby's head, and on more than one occasion accidentally hit her parents. On her back, her wings continued to sprout, for now looking like featherless wings until they completely formed. It didn't stop her from wiggling them in her bouts of pain though.

To make things a bit worse, she'd begun teething too.

"Sweetheart, please," you try again, before forcing a far too wide smile on your face as you walk another lap in the nursery, rocking her. "Look, I'm happy, right? See, let's be happy together, come on."

She looks at you through her bleary eyes, blinking slow before she begins to scream once more, exhausting all the leftover air in her lungs with it. Your shoulders sag in your exhaustion, a soft, helpless noise leaving you before you're peppering kisses all over her face in a last ditch attempt to calm her. Being careful around her growing horns.

It's why you barely notice the sound of Sylus' footsteps. He had taken extra care to be quiet when he walked into your home and didn't find you waiting in the living room, and of course the baby crying was a large giveaway.

"Let me take her," he rumbles, and you look up in both relief and surprise. His arms are already extended, his fingers giving an almost insistent flick.

"Sylus," you almost sob, unable to properly articulate your feelings, because he gives you no time. He leans down to kiss your forehead, while his hands make quick, gentle work in taking the baby from you.

Engulfed in the familiar scent of her father, she seems to settle again. For a short, sweet five seconds anyway.

"Go and shower," he says, his voice still on your skin, an imperceptible softness laid into each decibel, and unbeknownst to you, your baby even seems to quieten down a bit, "Eat while you're at it."

What you wouldn't have given for that offer an hour ago. Yet despite your exhaustion, you've been more reluctant to leave her lately, for whatever reason. But Sylus remained firm, ushering you towards the door.

When you're finally out and away from the room, Sylus focuses all his attention back on the little hatchling in his arms. It's due to this development he was oh so grateful she didn't actually come out in an egg.

"There there, no need for all of that," he speaks, making her pause just as she did earlier. His hand brush the pair of black horns growing on her head, fingers careful as he begins to trace them. He knows she's probably in so much pain, and if he could he'd stop it immediately.

But for now, this is all he can do. Until she's old enough to understand and learn from him. So he commits himself to it, just as he has done with you.

🌷 NOTES FROM THE AUTHOR

GIRL!DAD SYLUS HAS ARRIVED !!

I don't think I'll keep her as having draconic features tho. We'll see, also now I need names so if anyone has ideas, sound off 🙏

Was rewatching AWAE and eufhduahghahah and got inspired to write this. I don't have Sylus 2nd myth so I don't know much about how actual dragons would be born but this was fun to write. Also partly inspired by Sunday and Robin apparently looking like ugly birds when they were babies (art below is uploaded to pinterest by jpgzgch)

comments and reblogs are appreciated !!

[aroace-ryland-grace]

sandra hüller (who plays stratt) is forklift certified....this is genuinely the best piece of information I've ever learned about an actor ever

[lostlamblizzie]

Dana guiding Emma through eating pussy for the first time... petting gently at her curls, chuckling soft at her girl's nerves. shh, baby, mommy'll teach you... lemme see that pretty little tongue, okay?

Emma shyly sticking out her tongue, Dana's thumb stroking over it. she pushes the digit into Emma's mouth and groans soft as her girl takes to it, suckling with gentle little noises emitting from the back of her throat. that's it, that's it.. good girl...

Dana guiding Emma back between her legs, murmuring see mommy's clit, baby? all pink and puffy for you? lick right there, baby, little circles with that pretty tongue. Emma would blush and squirm but obey, hesitantly licking over Dana's clit, letting out a soft hum at the taste of her.

ohhh, shit, there you go... Dana groaning and tugging Emma closer as she speeds up her ministrations, losing herself in it quickly, lapping eagerly at her clit and down to her hole, tongue curling inside before kissing back up to that pulsing clit. fuck, oh, eager as a puppy, baby, you're so— mmph, you're so cute.. fuck, mommy's good girl...

it's a little sloppy, a little overeager, but the wet heat of Emma's tongue against Dana's pulsing cunt is bliss— breathy, low groans panting out of her as she nears the edge. oh, baby girl, fuck, mommy's close.. put your lips around mommy's clit and suck for me, baby, just like you did with my thumb earlier, okay? suckle on mommy's clit, just like that, oh fuck, fuck—

Emma suckles and whines around Dana's clit, eyes hazy and wet with desperate tears as she blinks up at Dana. poor girl, all squirmy laid out on her tummy, clearly aching and dripping between her legs. dana'll give her such a good reward for being her best, sweetest girl.

she buries a hand in Emma's curls and muffles a raspy moan as she cums, soaking Emma's chin, panting out praise. oh, fuck, that's it, that's it, baby, precious girl... mmph!

Emma just rests her head gently on Dana's thigh, after, still flushed and squirming, timidly asking did I do good, mommy?

oh, baby, you're the best girl for mommy. fuckin perfect. you're a little natural, huh? shhh, come up here, c'mere, mommy'll take good care of you, baby.

[black-ak9]

Very similar faces...

He likes to grab Jonathan by the neck...old habits die hard. We'll work on that...

[msbyslilbimbo]

Listen listen listen listen

Chigiri is the type of guy who when he’s crushing on a gal and he manages to end up seeing the girls underwear color he keeps it to himself

…….. until bachira sees it too and starts bragging about it with the other guys 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

OH MY GOSHHHHHHHH OMG OMG OMG-

he's never seen a shade like it. the perfect pink.

chigiri has forever taken an appreciation for the spectrum of color, the splashes that paint his vision, everything from basic monotones to splatters of neon that have his head turning. his heart belongs and thrives in the arts and beauty of creativity, but never has chigiri hyoma seen a more pristine pink.

it was secretive, he wasn't supposed to see them, you were simply fixing your nearly-too-short-skirt, but he couldn't help but indulge in the hue gracing his vision. there was not a thing wrong with it, and without even knowing the existence of such an exemplary color, it had suddenly become his favorite.

maybe it was the way it complimented the tones in your skin, or how it was slightly sheered against the curve of your ass as you bent down. it could've been the little roses that patterned the fabric, playing peek a boo with him from under the fabric of your skirt.

it doesn't matter.

it is now chigiri hyoma's favorite color.

he has those pretty pink panties to thank, for exposing him to the most beautiful sight, even if only for a brief moment on his way to practice, the months of crushing on you finally paid off, the moment he saw those pretty pink panties-

"with little roses!"

chigiri's heart drops.

his world slows down as he processes the dribbler's squeals of delight. he pauses his movement, letting bachira's voice slither around his brain and squeeze it with vengeance.

"how cute," isagi chuckles. raichi offers a snicker and kunigami shakes his head with a satisfied smirk. "always had a feelin' they'd have a little design on them."

always?

bachira hums excitedly, "she's just so cute! i mean, she's so silly! what if a pervert had seen, hmm?"

"a pervert did see."

the entire locker room goes quiet as all eyes fall onto chigiri, some blown with shock for his words, other amused as to the attitude. he hears bachira, offering a chuckle that disguises itself as amusement, rather than concern. "what do you mean?"

"clearly you were looking, like a pervert, to notice, like a pervert, her skirt was caught in her rose-covered underwear. and you didn't say anything- like a pervert." his voice drips with venom, furious at the disrespect bachira is sending your way. he's an absolute pig, how dare he not care about your reputation, telling his friends all about your embarrassing moments-

"i didn't know it was stuck in her underwear," bachira shrugs, and chigiri's blood boils.

"i knew it, because my tongue was jammed down her throat."

now, chigiri's heart stops.

a slow smirk splays across bachira's face as chigiri's pales, "i mean, how else would i have known? i'm not a pervert, chigiri!" he tips his head to the side, mockingly, "why would i need to look, when she goes out of her way to show me?"

chigiri feels sick, he feels like he's in a hellscape he can't claw his way out from, no matter how hard he kicks and fights. he swallows the lump forming in his throat as the dribbler's words send shivers through him.

bachira clicks his tongue, "now say, if someone was looking, that would be perverted! and to not tell her would be even worse, and that's why i'll never betray her like that!" he takes a bold step towards towards chigiri, whose breathing is shaky and desperate to stay composed. "i like to think we all would."

the boys in the background offer bachira a chorus of agreeance, and chigiri suddenly becomes aware of all eyes being on him, the weight making his bones weak and agonized as he tries to not overthink what bachira said.

he swallows thickly when a confident bachira locks his stare with chigiri's.

"if anything, you'd be the first to tell her, wouldn't you, missy?"

there's no way.

there's no way.

did bachira...

there's no way.

he takes a step towards chigiri, eyes blazed with cruel amusement, like a child ripping a stuffed doll apart with no mercy. his smile turns sinister, and chigiri feels helpless against the current's waves that tug him deep in shame.

bachira knows.

how does bachira know?

chigiri feels the rigor mortis kicking in as the rest of the team makes their way out to the field, following the coach's whistle to start warmups. there's a rumble of laughter as someone groans in agony to start practice, but chigiri doesn't process who it is or what could've possibly been said.

because his staring contest with bachira is still at a stalemate, with bachira's added unnerving smile, chigiri feels trapped, like a mouse desperate to escape the snake keen on devouring him.

"i mean, you would tell her, wouldn't you? since you're so worried about perverts? there's so many on campus, aren't there!"

"you have no idea what you're talking about," chigiri hisses, slamming his locker shut.

bachira hums.

"maybe you're right," he shrugs. he stretches his arms above his head, leaning to the left, then to the right, stretching his muscles in a relaxed, mocking manner. he sighs in relief before making his way towards the exit of the locker room.

"my favorite part was when you were staring so hard, you didn't pick up on me stepping right behind you, after i cleaned her spit and lip gloss off of me. since, you know, she wants me... what was yours, missy?"

the locker room spins as bachira leaves, the door opening and slamming shut after him with an echoing bang. chigiri screws his eyes shut, trying to hide the embarrassment and shame that creeps through his veins.

bachira knows.

and chigiri knows it's going to be treacherous task to try and ensure bachira stays as the only one who knows.