What the hell is up with Miyazawa-san's and Niimi-san's age? Like why are they the only children (as far as I know) authors in the library? Like:
Both of them look like children. Heck, Niimi-san is quite literally described as a quote 'young boy'. It is also implied that they act like children. For example: Miyazawa-san having a colouring book, Niimi-san constantly having a plushie with him. Edogawa-san even implies that Niimi-san is a child.
In Miyazawa-san's letter to Tanizaki-san he says and I quote "Even though it's about the world of adults, it's easy even for children to read, so I had a lot of fun." In this letter he refers to himself as a child. And if you look at Miyazawa-san's letters it is questionable to say the least?
This letter confirms that Miyazawa-san does have his own erotic prints that he wrote himself. I don't think I need to say this but, children should not have nor write this. Unless, both of them are adults in children's bodies? Like they have a body of a child but a mind of an adult maybe?
Also, why are they the only two authors who are children? It can't be because they were born late because Miyazawa-san is older than Nakahara-san. But while Nakahara-san is an adult, Miyazawa-san is a child. Also, Niimi-san was born in 1913 and is a child but Nakajima-san and Dazai-san who were born in 1909 are adults? Please someone explain this to me please.
Summary: Dan and reader from Unlikely Delights are newly married. And…finally…finally Dan wants to be a daddy.
Warning: Breeding!Kink!, and squint and there is some overstimulation.
Dan, sat at his desk with his cheek in his hand. He looked his hand over. The delicate, golden ring encircled his finger. The two of you had only recently returned from the honeymoon. He was in a daze of happiness.
It had all started that fateful day where the two of you had been in a rush and literally bumped into each other. The two of you had been through so much. And now, now the two of you were man and wife.
A single, solitary thought managed to float its way over to him from you. It sliced him right in the heart.
Sure, being an uncle to Abra you knew he thought was wonderful. The children in Fraiser were a delight. But would, he ever actually want a child with you. You wondered. A sadness you felt over it, continued the pain that the thought brought.
The two of you had discussed it at some point, but that was when he had been still incredibly unsure of himself and what could he really give you. The idea of truly slipping was always there like a cold, dark shadow. What if more of his father or the shining line was in him and he’d turn into a monster. The idea had plagued him.
Now things were different.
Reaching out, a curiosity of his blushing bride grabbed him. What were you up to, he wondered.
He smiled as he watched you continued to unpack your suitcase. You stopped and glanced at your reflection holding up some of the island dresses, that had been so wonderfully wrapped around your curvy figure.
An idea struck him. Today, yes it would be the day. He would begin to work at the two of you becoming a mommy and daddy.
He pushed his chair and got up. He could go home, he only had five minutes left anyhow.
“Margret.” He beamed at the head nurse. “I’m gonna head out. We’re blessed with a quiet night.”
She peered at him over the rim of her glasses. “I’ll only let you go if you promise to grab your sweet bride flowers on the way home.”
He grinned. “With pleasure.” He headed to the locker room, grabbed his coat and headed out. Pulling up, he parked and went into the florist which was a mere block from their tiny but cozy home. He chose one that reminded him of all the bright flowers that had seen while on the island.
Going in, he slipped easily from his shoes and coat. “Honey? Where are you?” Your warmth greeted him.
“Upstairs.” Your sweet voice reached him.
Holding the bouquet, he climbed the steps. He stopped in the doorway. The last of the clothes were away, some hanging in the closet he noticed. “There is my blushing bride.” You giggled and went over to him.
Sighing, he wrapped an arm around you holding you close. He would never tire of how much he enjoyed the feel of your softness against him.
“I stopped and got a little something for you.” He whispered.
You smiled. “Is that a bouquet, I see?” You giggled
“Hey! You peaked.” You both giggled then.
He handed it to. “Oh this is so lovely.” You inhaled deeply. You smiled up at him. “And it smells divine.”
“Not as good as you.” He winked.
“Oh Dan.” You put the bouquet down and came back over to him. “Don’t think, I didn’t notice that you are a touch early.” He pulled you close. “I was about to start dinner.”
He shrugged, as he wrapped his other arm around you. “It can wait, I am very happy to have my wife in my arms.”
You trembled. “I will never tire of you saying that.”
“And I will never tire saying it.”
Your eyes shined, as you met his. Reaching up, he let his fingers gently brush some hair from your face.
“How was work?”
“Good.” He smiled. He drew closer to you, “So lovely.” He whispered.
“And so handsome.” You wonderfully echoed.
Your lips met then. So soft and sweet, how he loved kissing you. His hands drifted over you. His need to be with you once again, grabbed him hard. “Honey, go and lay down.”
A gentle smirk curled your lips, “Dan, I think you’ll have to come home early more often.”
He smiled. “It’s something to consider.”
Together, you moved until you were both on the bed. You reached up and help him slip off his scrub top and pants.
It wasn’t long before he helped you free of your skirt and blouse. “Oh my lovely girl, no bra or panties, huh?”
You flushed. “I was well..” He relished how your voice trailed off, but he then drank in the soft gasp that came from you. He let his fingers drifted up and nestle your warm center.
“It’s a good thing, I’m here isn’t it?” He began to caress you.” Your breath began to shorten.
“Yes. Dan..” You breathed.
He made a soft sound, as he caressed you deeper. You were already warm and very wet.
Your breath was warm as you began to arch into his touch. “Oh, is my honey feeling good hmm?” He slowed his touch.
“Yes, please..please.”
“What?” He picked up the pace of his fingers. “You will have to tell me.”
You licked your lips. “I am so close. Please.” You writhed under him.
You arched once again, stilling then you called out as he didn’t stop. You collapsed sweetly under him.
“How did that feel honey?”
“So good” You managed to pant out. He picked up the pace of his fingers once again.
“Do you think you can cum once more for me honey?”
Your eyes grew. “Yes.”
“Good then please do so.”
“But, but Dan what about you?”
“Right now, I want you to feel good.” His voice came out as a gentle purr. He loved seeing and making you feel so good.
It wasn’t long but soon, your body was looser and easier to bring to the height of pleasure.
He easily climbed over you and settled between your legs. “My lovely girl.” He relished how easily you opened to him. “Now, I need and want to be inside of you.”
“Yes, please.” You managed breathlessly.
He loved it. Looking down, your soft smile and the twinkle in your eyes pulled hard on his heart. Yes, now he want you to be the mommy of their child. The idea excited him further.
He met your eyes as he slid in. It pulled a moan from him. You felt so good.
He held you just so. Softly, still weakened by the pleasure he gave you but your arms wrapped around him.
It wasn’t long before he fell into his own pace. Trembles and shivers went down his back. Oh, it feel so good to be buried so deeply within you. He had managed to get as deep as be ever was.
“You feel so good. I love how you feel.”
“I love, love you Dan.” You whispered.
“And I…” He shook, he felt as if everything tightened within him. He could barely hold himself back. He moved just right. “And, I love you.” He whispered and gave himself up to it. He came hard within you. And he kept himself there deep within you. He hoped that perhaps even with this first time would be a success. He loved how your body fluttered about him. He was so deep.
He rested his forehead against one of your shoulders, still buried deeply within you. He pressed a few kisses, as his body calmed from trembling. It had felt so good to be in you.
He had not wanted to but he then slowly pulled out of you. “My sweet girl. My sweet girl.” Inwardly, he made a wish. As he went to lay beside you, he rest his hand on your tummy as he made the wish.
You put one of your hands over his. “I love having you that so deeply within me.”
“I’ll have to do it again soon.” He gave your shoulder a kiss.
Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh what if Virgil comes back and finds out about the whole situation with all the other Sides and thinks Janus is replacing him? Ahhhh so much angst.
So I've started working on making my costume for next month. Yes I'm way ahead but considering I have a few Halloween parties that I'm going to I figured that I would get ready early this year. Usually I wait till last minute BUT this is the second year I actually make my outfit. So I figured I'd give myself some more time. Cutting a patter and fabric I think is the hardest. It take so much of your time and you have to be careful to cut and trace things perfectly. This years project doesn't seem as extensive as the Elsa costume I made last year. Spent about 14 hours on that...all in one sitting. I didn't want to do that again. I suppose this is more of a personal observation. Also it's a bit on the happier side. I think I've been able to move on past my recent drama. No point in holding on to the past. Living in the now is always best ;)
So it's been about three weeks since I've had my iPod stolen. Today I made the choice to buy a new one. No, I haven't given up on the old one. I just needed a new one so I could continue my life. Sounds dramatic, I know. I've been lucky enough to have the money to buy a new one. I thought I would have to wait months to buy a new one. It was a rather stressful thought. I even felt a bit sad every time I was reminded of it. But I digress. I've realized that my point of view on life has changed. It's not the same as before. Granted I was always a bit analytical and sometimes cynical but now I just wonder who I can really trust. It seems as my options are limited and I don't like that. I have my suspicions on who took my iPod. It makes me feel like I have to fake being nice to that person. It's not something I mind. I've done it before. I've forgiven but not forgotten. I tend to distance myself and that makes me feel like a bad person. Yet, at the same time I'm keeping myself safe from harm. I suppose that my perspective has become one of an untrusting person. More so than I was before. I often wonder what these people, I call family, do when I'm not around. What do they think about and what makes them tick? It's strange really to think of someone other than as family. To wonder if they have a secret life that no one knows. Perspective is a crazy thing and an interesting matter because in every person's view they are the hero.
