#// My son my sweet baby boi I'm so proud of him I love him very much //

[jugumpuppet]

The favored one

From twitter December, 2019

[readychilledwine]

Light in the Hallway pt 2

Summary - One year has passed since the birth of your son and you and Eris could not be more proud.

Warnings - parenthood, brief mention of ppd and mental health, babies, emotional reader, emotional Eris

A/N - I have 2 other fics queued for today, but will be mostly away from my phone. Today is a very big day in our house, so I will be celebrating with my Sophia and family.

✨️Light in the Hallway pt 1✨️

🔥Eris Masterlist🔥Master Masterlist🔥

The Forest House was quiet as Eris walked to the nursery he knew you and the baby boy you two shared would be in.

365 days had passed.

365 days of love, light, and learning. 365 days of fatherhood, of learning to parent better than what his own father had done. 365 days of loving you on a deeper level than he had ever known.

Eris entered the room where you sat, having good morning kisses with the one year old princeling, “There he is.” Eris held his arms out, expecting Conley to reach for him, smiling as the little boy exclaimed dada before wiggling to get away from you.

“Dada wants good morning kisses too,” you cooed so gently. “All the kisses today.”

Eris took his son and looked at you, “365 days. 8760 hours. 525600 minutes.”

You could only nod, the tears already beginning to form, “So much love and so many memories.” You wiped tears of joy, sadness, of bliss. “Remember how little he was?” It felt like yesterday for you, like you had just been handed this perfect little being you'd worked so hard to create. And now? Now that little being was a year old, you and Eris a year wiser.

Your sweet boy had grown so much. He looked more and more like Eris every day. Sharp whiskey like eyes, curling Autumn red hair, freckles over buttery soft pale skin. He was so handsome and smart. Too smart at times.

In the past year, Conley had learned to crawl, to climb. He had learned mama, dada, to shake his head no. He'd learned to eat mostly by himself, and he'd be walking any day now. Eris had told you nightly how proud of his son he was already, how proud of you he was.

This was all he'd never known he wanted and knowing you were considering blessing him with a second babe, it had Eris working harder to prove his dedication to the small family the two of you had created.

Parenthood had changed you two. Unless it was an emergency, Eris only allowed court business to be done Monday-Thursday. He reserved Fridays, Saturday, and Sundays for family and family only. Eris's life was for your son, that sweet boy he was tossing and catching. Rare laughter from your mate was ringing through the air as he had his fun.

“Breakfast is ready,” Eris used this voice every time he held his little Conley. One that was gentle, choking back the love he struggled to believe wasn't a weakness still, but your strong mate failed in that task. His hand reached Your face, holding your cheek as his thumb swiped a few stray tears. “You, my little fox, have done an amazing job as a mother so far. You exceed my expectations every turn, y/n.”

A muted sob left your throat, that insecurity laid to rest as he continued, “You surpass even my mother with your love, gentleness, and devotion to myself, our son, and our family. Autumn is lucky to have such a strong High Lady. I am lucky to have such a selfless, kind, and loving wife. Pumpkin buns here is lucky you are his mother. He won the baby lottery with you.”

Another sob left you as Eris pulled you into his arms, little hands immediately tangling into your messy hair as if Conley was joining the hug. You lifted your head, kissing Eris's jawline, then Conley's nose. “I'm not the only one who deserves praises,” you leaned into Eris's chest. “You have proven to be an amazing father.”

Eris shook his head, “You can praise me once my family leaves.” That tone held an innuendo, a request you would not be denying. “Good,” he purred when he saw your blush. “I look forward to my reward.”

Comfortable silence fell between the three of you, Eris stroking your spine lovingly.

“Breakfast will get cold if we stand he-”

“Let it,” Eris murmured to you. “Let it get cold if it means I get this moment alone with the two of you.” A soft kiss found the top of your head as content babbling began.

You whispered softly to your son, “Happy birthday, baby.”

Eris smiled wide, “Yes, happy birthday, my beautiful baby boy.” You two leaned in, kissing chubby cheeks and squishing them as belly giggling began. “You are the greatest blessing I have ever been given, Conley.” Eris kissed his son's fat cheek again. “Daddy loves you so much. You and your beautiful mother.”

“We love you too,” you held yourself together.

“Thank you,” he looked at you. “Just.. thank you.” The unspoken was known:

For giving him a chance, for saving him from the darkness that was consuming him before you, for never running from him, for staying, for making him a father.

“And thank you,” your unspokenness was known as well:

For loving you at your very worst, for supporting your dreams, for staying when you were suffering the deepest pits of postpartum, for giving you a baby, for letting you have a baby though he didn't know if he wanted one.

“Shall we go eat,” his voice was tight. “Feed this hungry growing boy?”

Conley began to bounce, anxious to move and adventure. “That's a yes. Would you like me to carry him?”

Eris shook his head, “Our whole parenting journey has been breaking Autumn traditions. It's time the court learns what a father's love is. I will carry him to his birthday Breakfast.”

As you two left the nursery, resounding joy was filling the halls. Laughter from the royal family that had been silenced by Beron now carried in the wind to the villages and towns. Laughter brought on by happiness only the security and safety love could bring. You held Eris's free hand as you two went to the dining room doors.

Long gone were the dark heavy wooden ones carved with Beron's story

A story of death that had the former High Lord seen more as a God than a male. They had been replaced with an intricately carved oak featuring the likeness of the oldest apple tree in Autumn's sacred orchard, the one brought back to life through Eris and his sacrifice to the land. You two had been married under it, had your mating ceremony under it, and tonight, Conley's first birthday party would be held in that sacred tree.

You two paused for one last moment, just the three of you. Eris put two fingers under your chin, leaning in to kiss you. “I love you,” he whispered as he pulled back.

“Love you,” you repeated. “Shall we survive your family now?”

He scoffed and bounced Conley, “With you two by my side, I just might.” The guards took the queue to open the doors, Conley's big birthday celebration beginning.

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[shinestarhwaa]

ATEEZ REACTION TO THEIR S/O's CHILD CALLING THEM DAD FOR THE FIRST TIME

trigger warnings: assault, partner death, implied violence by ex, a smidge of dark humor

Hongjoong

Hongjoong had been cautious at first when he met your daughter, not knowing if he'd ever be enough to live up to the standards your late husband set. You told him multiple times that he was enough and you were so lucky to have found him. He treated your daughter so carefully and gently, always being kind and sweet to her.

Your daughter was only two when her father passed so she doesn't have any real memories of him, she only knows stories. You know Hongjoong feels guilty of taking in his place sometimes but you're sure it's what he would have wanted.

And now you're standing beside Hongjoong in your daughters' classroom, watching her talk about her school project. Her teacher listens intently with a big smile. You loved to hear her ramble on. She never knew when to stop talking but you loved that about her. ''Teacher! Look this is my mom and that's dad! But he's not my dad because my dad's dead. But he's my new dad! And he's really sweet, and he has painted nails. He's cool. So he's my dad now.''

Hongjoong's eyes were wide and he looked at her, taking her hand. ''You really want me to be your dad? You've never called me that before,'' he smiled. ''Of course you're my dad, you and mom do what parents do~ I know that when you go to bed-''

''Okay that's enough out of you!'' you yelled, stopping her from saying anything to embarrass you, but Hongjoong was just laughing, happier than ever.

Seonghwa

''Look! I finished the drawing!''

Your five year old son ran towards you and Seonghwa sitting on the couch and proudly showed off his drawing of a dog. It was a bit crooked but your son took drawing so seriously and you were happy he was learning. Before you could say anything Seonghwa gasped audibly and clapped his hands. ''That's so good Y/S/N! You're so good at that! I am jealous.''

''Thank you, dad!'' he said before running off again, going back to drawing on his little desk. You and Seonghwa were left speechless, looking at each other while tears filled Seonghwa's eyes. Your smile grew wider and wider and you hugged him tight. ''He called me dad,'' he whispered and smiled as a tear fell from his cheek, ''Aren't I the luckiest dad in the world?''

Yunho

''Go, Go, Go! Get him now!''

Yunho was cheering your son on as he was nearly scoring a goal during his football match. When he scored Yunho jumped so high he was nearly flying and immediately your son was running over to you and him. You pulled him into your arms and kissed his head. ''I'm so proud of you, baby!'' You exclaimed. Yunho gave him another peptalk before sending him back.

When the game ended he was over the moon because his team won and you and Yunho were beaming with pride. ''I'm so proud of you kiddo,'' he smiled as he ruffled his hair. ''Thank you dad, I'm so happy you could come with mom today!''

He gasped softly and broke out in laughter, lifting him up and holding him. ''I'm very to be here too, kid, your mom and I will treat you on a big burger now, how does that sound?''

Yeosang

You and Yeosang were seated at the dining table when you suddenly heard a cry from the garden. You looked up and looked through the window to find your little boy on his knees, tears on his cheeks. Yeosang immediately got up and sprinted towards him. ''Hey, little buddy, what's up? What's wrong?''

''I fell,'' he cried, pointing at some kind of toy he must have tripped over. Yeosang pulled your son into his arms and lifted him up, inspecting the scratch on his leg. ''Ooh, it only needs a little kiss for it to heal. You'll be fine, I promise,'' he smiled as he pressed a kiss down on it. ''All better now, hm?'' Your son dried his cheeks and nodded. ''Thanks dad,'' he said as he hugged him. Yeosang froze for a second but felt his heart fill with warmth.

When he put your son down to play again he ran back inside to tell you about the moment they just had and you had never seen Yeosang this excited before.

San

Your four year old daughter was quite shy so you were more than surprised when she easily opened up to him, showing him her toys and talking to him non-stop. It didn't take long before she climbed into his lap and asked for cuddles every time he was around.

''Are you my new daddy now?'' she asked, her big and round eyes looking up at him intently. San was taken aback a little bit, thinking before he said anything. ''Do you want me to be?''

She nodded and laid her head on his chest. ''Yes, I like being with daddy~'' You smiled and snuggled up to them as well and San held you close, embracing you with his big and strong arms. ''My favourite girls...'' he cooed when you were dozing off. He kissed your heads gently and held you tight.

Mingi

You and Mingi had been dating for a while already and he was very good with your twin daughters, treating them with love and gentleness. He spoiled them rotten, something you told him not to but Mingi just cannot hold back when it comes to his favourite girls.

Today he decided to take you to a big themepark, paying for all the costs voluntarily. You kissed him and thanked him while you watched your five year olds scream about all the rides they were gonna get on.

''Mom, mom, mom can I have cotton candy when we get there?'' the youngest exclaimed from the back of the car. ''I don't know, I'm not paying today,'' you grinned. ''Dad, pleaaaase? Dad, I want cotton candy!'' ''Me too, dad, me too!''

Mingi was taken aback when he heard your girls call him dad for the first time, but the smile on his face grew wide. ''What did you girls say?'' ''Can we pleaaaase have cotton candy, dad?'' they asked simultaneously. He grinned and nodded, ''You sure can.''

Wooyoung

You had been feeling sick all day and you've called Wooyoung to help take care of your daughter together but instead he ordered you to lay in bed and he was seated on the couch with her.

''What's wrong with mommy?'' she asked as she ate her freshly baked chocolate chip cookie. ''Mommy has a really big headache so she has to lay in bed today and sleep a lot. Because then she will get better,'' Wooyoung explained as he braids her long hair.

''So she'll be okay?'' ''Of course she'll be okay, nothing's gonna happen to her. And I'm here to take care of you both, okay?'' She nodded and took another bite of her cookie. She looked up at him again. ''What is it honey?''

''You and mommy are in love right?'' ''Yeah, that's right,'' Wooyoung nodded. ''Are you my new daddy then? Because you're a pair, right?'' Wooyoung smiled softly and nodded. ''I think I am... But only if you allow me to be. Am I your dad then, Y/D/N?'' She nodded and smiled. ''Good,'' he kissed her head, ''I'll be your dad, honey, don't worry. You'll always have me. I'll take good care of you.''

Jongho

You were eating pasta and drinking wine with Jongho when you heard your son cry from upstairs. ''Ah, again?'' you sighed. You had been worried for weeks because he kept getting nightmares about his biological dad, who didn't treat you right. When you left you realized the impact it had on Y/S/N and the amount of nightmares he was having lately were scaring you.

''I'll go to see him, maybe I can calm him down,'' Jongho said, kissing your head and making his way towards your son's room. He knocked on the door softly and stepped in. ''Hey there... We heard you crying, what seems to be the problem?'' ''N-Nightmare,'' he said, hiccuping as he tried to dry his tears, but they kept streaming down his cheeks.

Jongho lifted him up and hugged him tight. ''It's okay, sweetheart, they aren't real, okay? Your mom and I are right downstairs, protecting you, there's nothing to be scared of, I promise you.'' Your son nodded slowly and hugged him. ''I love you dad,'' he whispered. Jongho carressed his hair gently and smiled. ''Am I dad?'' ''Yes... I like having you as my dad,'' he spoke softly. ''Then I'm dad, son.''

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[dorabellingham]

Are you my daddy?

warning: none

characters: jude x famous mom!reader

summary: when you're doing a show and you bring your baby, but he seems more interested in finding a father than enjoying the performance

request: yes

may contain spelling and translation errors!

It was a magical night in Madrid. The Santiago Bernabéu stadium was packed, but not for a football match. That night, the energy didn’t come from the crowd, but from the passionate fans who were anxiously awaiting Y/n Styles, the world star who would perform yet another one of her grand shows.

You were at the height of your career as a singer. You were known for your powerful voice and deeply personal lyrics that touched the hearts of millions. But what the audience saw on stage was only part of the story. Out of the spotlight, you were a single mother, raising little Oliver, four years old, with all the love in the world.

That night, the show in Spain had a special flavor for you. It was the first time Oli would see his mother perform live. He was excited, his little eyes shining darkly, jumping up and down in his seat in the box, while you prepared to go on stage. And in a box next door, Jude Bellingham, one of Real Madrid's stars, had been invited by friends to the show. He wasn't exactly a huge fan of pop music, but he agreed to go to relax a bit after an intense season.

The show started with an explosion of lights and sounds, and you entered the stage with all the energy that characterized you. The audience went wild. You sang with passion, as if each word was a piece of your soul. As you sang, your eyes shone, and you felt the weight of everything you had achieved, but also what you had left behind.

Oliver, in the box, was delighted. He kept pointing at his mother and, in his innocence, he couldn't hide his joy.

—Look, daddy! Mommy's singing!

Jude, who was in the box next door, turned his face towards the little boy when he heard the word "daddy". He frowned in confusion, but soon smiled when he saw the little boy pointing to the stage with such enthusiasm. Oliver had apparently mistaken Jude for his father.

The player looked around to see if the little boy's "father" was there, but he didn't see anyone who seemed to be with him. Intrigued and a little amused, he approached, and the boy smiled even more.

—You're daddy, right?

Oliver asked with the simplicity and sweetness typical of a child.

Jude laughed, not knowing exactly what to answer.

—I... I don't know if I'm your daddy, but it seems like you really like your mommy, huh?

He nodded, his bright eyes fixed on the stage where you shone like a star.

��Mommy is the best singer in the world! She always sings me a song before I go to sleep.

Bellingham looked at the stage again. He knew who you were, of course. Who didn't know Y/n Styles? The singer who dominated the music charts, but the fact that she had a son - and, apparently, was a single mother - was news to him. And now, here he was, being called “daddy” by an adorable little boy who clearly didn’t understand the complexity of the situation. He crouched down to Oliver’s level and smiled.

—You know, your mommy really is amazing. You must be so proud of her.

Oliver nodded enthusiastically.

—Yes! I’m Mommy’s pride and joy too! She always says that.

Jude felt his heart ache at that. There was something about the simplicity and purity of the child that touched him. He looked back at the stage, watching you sing a slow, emotional song, and suddenly felt an unexpected connection with the woman who stood in front of thousands of fans. When the show finally ended, you, sweaty and exhausted, made a point of running to the box where your baby was. You missed your son, even after only a few hours away from him.

When you arrived, what you saw took you by surprise. Jude Bellingham, the player who was one of the biggest stars of the biggest team in the world, was talking to your son, and the two seemed to be getting along very well.

—Oliver, honey!

You called, still trying to understand what was happening.

The little boy ran to you, hugging you tightly.

—Mommy, you were amazing!

You smiled, crouching down to his height and covering his face with kisses. When you finally looked up, you saw that Jude was watching you, an expression of curiosity and something else in his eyes.

—Sorry... —You began, a little awkwardly. —It seems my son made a new friend.

Jude smiled, shaking his head.

—No problem. He... kind of mistook me for someone else.

You frowned, picking the boy up.

—Mistook?

—Yes. —Jude laughed. —He kept calling me daddy during the show.

You blushed immediately, hugging Oli close to you as you shot an embarrassed look at the man in front of you.

—Oh my God, I’m so sorry. He… he doesn’t really know…

Jude held up his hand, interrupting you.

—Okay, really. It was kind of... funny. And he's a lovely boy.

You sighed in relief.

—He's... the most important thing in my life. —You smiled, looking at your son who was now nestled in your arms, exhausted after the excitement of the show. —Sometimes he has this habit of calling people 'daddy'. He... never met his father, so I guess he just creates these ideas in his head.

When your eyes met Jude's, you felt an electric shock. It was as if time had stopped. The packed stadium disappeared, and only him was left, with his captivating smile. Jude, too, felt the connection. His heart raced, and he couldn't look away. Oli, sensing the tension, pointed at Jude, shouting,

—Mommy! Daddy's here!

The crowd around you laughed, but you and Jude just looked at each other, surprised. You nervously approached him.

—Sorry about that…..?

He smiled, extending his hand.

—Jude. Nice to meet you.

When you touched his hand, you felt goosebumps.

As you watched, your heart melted. Jude was kind, charismatic and… endearing.

After the show, the three of you walked down the aisle. Oli, on Jude’s lap, sang something that sounded like “daddy, dad!”

You couldn’t stop smiling. It was as if life was conspiring to bring you together.

In a moment of daring, your hands brushed in the air, and a tension ran through you.

—Can I take you to dinner? I want to know more about you.

Your heart raced.

—Yes, Jude... I would love to.

[neoarchipelago]

Just saw a TikTok where a kid send their favorite stuff animal to his dad who's deployed. Just imagine this happening with 141 🥺 (I'm actually sending this to my favorite writers hoping I can get a cute scenario 😅)

That sounds adorable... I melted at the thought. Sorry it got very angst with Ghost but I'm feral for this man and I'd give him babies any time he wants.

Warning: slight NSFW, f!reader, angst and comfort

Price:

Price would frown but have a little smirk, watching the recruit hand him a cardboard box. His smile spreads when he notices figures of who it is from.

He wouldn't mind opening it in front of the team. They'd be busy bickering anyway.

He swears his heart stops for a second and he sees the soft thing. He could recognize it in the middle of the battlefield, the awful thought putting a ping of anger in his heart.

He'd be silent for a moment, looking at the round pink thing, his mind instantly wandering home, to you and your daughter.

He took the tiny note, scribbled a bit. "Keep you company daddy. Love, mom and me"

He swears he could cry right now.

He keeps it in his barracks, hidden so well no one ever glanced at it until he left. He wouldn't dare taking it with him, not wanting to soil it with he horrors of the battlefield.

He hugs it at night, until the day he returns, his daughter running to him as he holds the stuffed animal who kept his sanity strong.

He makes sure to worship you that night, thanking you silently for making him the happiest man on earth. In the morning you're sore but oh so happy. He whispers sweet nothings as he helps prepare breakfast, thanking you for giving him a daughter and home to come to.

Soap:

Soap would be thrilled to see the box for him. He wouldn't even wait to open it, under the amused gazes of the team.

He'd smile brightly at the sight of the little shark, immediately taking the note to read it out loud "to help you fight daddy!"

He run around the room, holding it up in the air, voicing to his team how happy he was, how proud of his son and how he absolutely loved you for giving him such a gift .

He'd keep it at all times at base. The round thing on the table in front of him during meetings.

He calls it Sergeant Sharky, everyone starting referring it by the same name.

At night he hold it tight, it's more intimate. He can let himself feel the way he misses home, almost tearing up. He knows you're waiting for him at home, probably preparing for his arrival.

He swears he's the happiest man alive.

When he gets home he tells stories of Sergeant Sharky on the battlefield (never anything gory) his boy being in absolute amazement over how his favorite stuffed animal was a hero with his dad.

He absolutely ravages you that night, almost begging you for another kid, begging to make him a daddy again. He just praises you for being the best mama, the best wife. He has you limping by morning as he holds his son, running around with him as he winks at you, subtly hinting to his son to ask you for a sibling.

Gaz:

I feel like gaz would open it with the team too. Though he'd be much more hidden and private about it.

He immediately smiles when he sees the little white bear inside of the box. He can't help the sadness and yearning he feels almost immediately.

The images of you, laughing in the morning as his son jumps on the bed to wake him up makes his throat burn slightly.

He found the indulging gaze of Price who noticed the fluffy thing.

He'd read the note to himself, hiding it from anyone's gaze.

"to take care of you daddy" he has to blink away the blurriness.

He'd be more secret about it, but as soon as his in his tent the toy is with him at all times. He finds himself sometimes talking to it. "Yeah... I miss home too. We'll go back to them."

He finds himself with a new strength, the battle almost feeling less heavy on him. He's doing it for you. For his son. To try and make the world a better place.

He almost runs home from the airport, throwing the front door open, bags dropping to the floor as you see him. Your mouth opens slightly, shocked, but he sees the relief in your eyes. He kisses you deeply, the sound of tiny running footsteps from the hallway making his heart stammer in his chest.

He's home. That night he makes love to you, lovingly, sweetly and with such love that you find yourself crying and clinging to him. He finds himself absolutely loving the way your son runs into the room by morning, waking him up. He doesn't give a shit how tired he is.

Ghost:

Oh god... Here I go...

When he's handed the box, he frowns. He immediately retreats to his tent to open it. He freezes when he sees the white and brown bunny.

He's scared to touch it. His gloves feel disgusting and tainted with horrors. He rips them off his hands, putting the box down on his bed to rush to wash his hands. They're clean, albeit sweaty but he just can't seem to shake away the feeling of blood on them.

When he finally let's himself touch the soft thing he holds it like it's the most fragile thing he ever touched. It shouldn't be here. So close to him when he's a monster right now.

The note breaks him. "Come back to us" it's your writing, she's too small to write. But there's a tiny sun scribbled in pencil next to it.

He rips off his mask bringing the bunny to his forehead as his head bows down, closing his eyes. He's crying. He feels guilty from being away from you. From his daughter. From home. Home that you allowed him, after he had thought he'd never be worthy of it.

It stays in his things. Hidden. He very rarely takes it out. Tries to not look at it too much. He's almost protecting it from even witnessing the base. Keeping it away from Ghost. That he tried to keep at the front door every time he came home.

When he gets home he needs time. It's always the same. He calls you, announcing that he is back. He takes 24h to remain on base, letting himself split from the battlefield. He needs time. You know it. You understood it.

When he gets home you notice something else this time. His eyes look at you with such adoration that you catch yourself almost hyperventilating. He often looks at you with love and care. But right now he looks at you like you were his goddess, his air and life essence. The same look he gives your daughter, like she's the only thing that ever matters to him.

He sits on the couch later, handing the bunny to his daughter who beams at the sight of her bunny back. He softly thanked her for sending the bunny to him. Softly explains that she should keep it home, it'd get dirty with daddy. You noticed the subtle message underneath his words. You want to hug him. But of course she understands. Such a clever girl.

He fucks you passionately and hard. He marks you with hickeys and bites, he gets lost in you, lost in your scent, the soft sheets are freshly clean. Your moans anchor him to his new found paradise.

He's got a small need to breed you again. But he'd talk to you about it. Beg on his knees if necessary, hoping that you'd be merciful to grant him another miracle. (As if he needed to do anything else but simply ask. Like you weren't the one who'd kneel for him if he asked.)

If you were the one to start the conversation, about, perhaps, maybe, if there was a chance, at some point "just spill it out love" "I want a baby... Again"

Absolutely feral. Literally throws your pill to the trash. It's on.

Doesn't let go of his daughter for days. She's in heaven as daddy holds her whenever she wants, reads her stories and plays with her. He keeps bending you over the nearest surface if she's napping or playing at a family's house (extremely rare, he's a protective wolf over her)

Spoils her rotten, he feels so guilty for leaving for such long periods of time. Spoils you as well.

[fakescenariosbeforesleepblog]

I want my daddy.

Reader x Cod characters. (König/ Soap)

You're the mother of a beautiful brilliant girl/boy who enjoys your company until it's bedtime, that's daddy's turn and tonight, daddy's not at home on time.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Warning ⚠️: None, just grammatical and spelling errors, maybe not so good but work drained my brain.

König.

Your daughter has been looking through the window the entire evening, waiting patiently for her father who promised to arrive on time to sing her to sleep.

She already took a bath, brushed her teeth, she's waiting and asking about the time.

- What time is it, mom?

- It's 19:30 pm baby, daddy has 30 min to arrive or we will have to get ready for bed without him.

- No, he promised it! He will make it!

Your little girl is getting anxious since the sky is getting darker and there's no signs of her dad so you decide to call him, maybe he will not respond but you will leave a voice message.

To your surprise, he responded.

«Mein Leben (my life), I'm in the middle of something, what's up?» (shooting noises were in the background)

- You will not arrive tonight I assume.

«Nein, we had trouble and we haven't arrived at the rendezvous... (More shooting) Scheiße! (Shit!)... Tell my Kleine (little one) I'm deeply sorry, Ja?»

- I will, but you will have to win her pardon. Stay safe and come home in one piece, okay?

«Ja! I will. I'll be there in the morning Meine Liebe (my love) Ich liebe dich so sehr (ILYSM)»

- Okay, wir lieben dich auch (We love you too)

As soon as the call finishes, your daughter runs to you with some tears In her big Blue eyes.

- Daddy is not here yet! Can we wait five more minutes?

Kneeling down and cleaning her tears you explain to her why König hasn't arrived yet, needless to say she wasn't happy.

«But I want my daddy!»

You tried to fix her night by letting her sleep with you, she stayed at König's side of the bed, you also let her put some of her daddy's cologne to her teddy bear so she would feel her father's fragrance all night.

But the most difficult part was to sing her special lullaby, your German is not very good.

Schlaf, Kindlein, schlaf,

Der Vater hüt' die Schaf,

Die Mutter schüttelt's Bäumelein,

Da fällt herab ein Träumelein.

Schlaf, Kindlein, schlaf.

Schlaf, Kindlein, schlaf,

Am Himmel zieh'n die Schaf',

Die Sternlein sind die Lämmerlein,

Der Mond, der ist das Schäferlein.

Schlaf, Kindlein, schlaf.

Schlaf, Kindlein, schlaf,

So schenk ich dir ein Schaf,

Mit einer goldnen Schelle fein,

Das soll dein Spielgeselle sein.

Schlaf, Kindlein, schlaf.

By the end of the night your daughter slept as well as any other night, but still she missed her dad, she murmured his name a couple times, you weren't upset with your husband, it wasn't his fault but you weren't happy either, your daughter wasn't the only one who missed his presence.

The sun and the sweet smell of melted butter and homemade strawberry jam woke you up, your daughter ran to the kitchen and there he was, her daddy was preparing his special Austrian breakfast. In a way to apologize for breaking his promise. Holding and squeezing both of you between his arms was the best moment of his life after all the horrors he lived before you, he never had faith or believed in a god's plan until you appeared on his way, now he feels blessed and thanks every time he successfully finishes a mission, the best reward he can obtain is arrive home to hug and kiss both of you.

Soap.

Your son is a stubborn child, a mini version of your husband. Every Friday, Soap appears at the door with a bunch of food and candies to start the father and son's weekend.

So, from Friday to Sunday night, your little boy forgets about you, his attention is all for Johnny, you sometimes feel jealous, but mainly, you feel proud of this kind of relation between them. The problem is when Johnny can't come home.

And tonight, that's what is actually happening, your son is waiting at the doorframe, he refuses to leave his vigilance spot.

- JJ, Dinner is on the table!

- Where's dad?

- He will arrive any minute, leave that door and come here now, please.

- No, I want to receive him... He said he will bring a surprise.

- McTavish! You have five seconds before I...

Your phone rings before you can start a discussion with the little boy.

«Hey gorgeous! How's everything going over there?»

- Thank God you're calling, your son doesn't want to leave the door, he's waiting for you. Hey! JJ, Dad's on the phone!

«That's why I'm calling, there's an emergency here so I will not go home tonight...»

- Wait, you're on speaker.

- Dad!? Where are you? It's Friday night!

«Hey buddy! I know, but I'm still working... Uncle Simon needs me for a mission so... I will not arrive tonight, but mom and you can spend time together»

Your son's face is red as an apple, anger is filling his little body.

- But you said we will play videogames all night!!

- Videogames All night?

«(he laughs nervously) Don't say that in front of mom, I'll be in trouble.»

- You promised it!

He hits the table with his hands and leaves the kitchen while you and Soap in one voice yell at the boy «Don't hit the table!». After some minutes discussing, your husband convince you to give your son an extra hour of playtime. You, not so happy agreed, you're against rewarding him every time his father can't be with him.

Going upstairs you can hear your son playing, clicking the mouse and keyboard hardly, once you're there in the doorframe you can see him playing but not enjoying, then an idea popped up.

- JJ... Do you want me to play with you?

He observes you from head to toe, looks again to the PC and simple mutters.

- Do you know how to do it?

Scoffing and clearly offended you sit at his side.

- Of course I know, your father is not the only one who played all day when he was young,huh.

He lets you try, you're nervous since it was almost 8 years ago when you played for the last time. Technically since your son was born. But you quickly understand the game, instantly you're killing and dominating the game, your little boy is amazed, time later, both are yelling, laughing, cursing, clicking the keyboard as fast as both can, time ran and none of you had noticed how late it is and you haven't heard the principal door opening until Johnny scare both of you.

- Well, well, well, What we have here?

- DADDY!

- Fuck! You scared us! I thought you would be here tomorrow evening.

He laughs loudly while is hugging your son.

- Sorry love, I wanted to be here so badly to surprise JJ I ended that mission as fast as I could.

- Dad! Mommy is amazing! We've been winning! You never told me she beat your ass when both played videogames.

You're sitting there looking at your husband proudly while his jaw is almost hitting the floor.

- Buddy, mommy learned all those moves from me.

- No, that's not true, she's better than you.

- Okay, gentlemen playtime is over for tonight, it is almost 3 AM.

Both men start to complain about you ending the funny time, but in the end lights are out, Johnny takes your son to bed and reads him a story, while you're changing your clothes. After some minutes your husband closes your bedroom door and looks at you with a playful look.

- What?

You say looking at him through the mirror.

- You'll have to pay for revealing my secrets love.

He approaches you slowly while you're turning back to him.

- It's not a secret honey, You're not as good as me in videogames.

Suddenly you're between his arms, both kissing and starting a different kind of games.

- Oh Lord, How much I love to be at home.

[somethingstrangeishere]

TW: leprosy

Baldwin IV with his mommy 🥺

She tries to cheer up her precious boy by doing something sweet for him.

"No, my dear, those bandages don't make you any worse! Please stop putting yourself down for how you look...Look, I made a bow for you! You're cute. I love you, Baldwin."

***

I don't know if you've ever had similar thoughts...I just felt like speaking up. Honestly, it's very hard to put my thoughts and convey what I'm feeling (I'm not a writer and also not a native English speaker), and to be completely honest, as I think about it, my heart hurts and my eyes water. So if you read this - thank you, and sorry for taking up your time. If not - well, I've eased my soul one way or another by speaking out.

***

My heart melts at the thought of a warm, understanding and trusting relationship between parents and children, and I also love the dynamics of family relationships. In this context, mother/son. I don't know, and no one knows anymore, about the relationship Baldwin had with his mother, whether they were close, but I'm not relying on historical reference, but on my interpretation and feelings.

For a good loving mother, her child is the best, the most precious, the most loved and desired. But life does not always turn to you and your child in a good way. Some people are unlucky - whether you are a king or a peasant, a sinner or a saint - fate does not care.

How does a mother feel when her son is mortally ill? Put yourself in her shoes. Just try it.

***

You hold your newborn baby in your arms. Here it is, your little bundle of joy, so tiny, so adorable... You want to give him all the best, now your whole world is him, your little angel!

Your son is growing up, taking his first steps, saying his first words. You dream about his future, you love him so much...

Time passes, you live in love and care for him. And you hope that it will always be like this - or as long as possible...

...Now forget about it.

Suddenly you are hit with devastating news - your son has leprosy. It knocks you off your feet, it chokes you, it tramples you into the ground, tears your heart to pieces. At that moment, as soon as you find out, you see nothing in front of you and hear nothing. Your mind is empty, and there is only one thought of your son, your treasure. Doomed, cursed. If there really is a God, why did he let this happen? Why your child? They say leprosy is a curse from God. Why curse an innocent child?!

Pain, despair, anguish. You want to weep, You want to grab your son, hold him close and never let go. You realise he's doomed. But he doesn't realise it yet.

As time goes on, his health gets worse. Your baby does not understand what is happening to him - he is scared, he is confused, he is waiting for your support and comfort. You smile at him, you give him everything you can - but inside your heart is pounding and tearing as if it were breaking your ribs. Every night you're choked with tears. Your son is your flesh and blood, you gave him life, you brought him into this world, you condemned him to this existence...

Time passes, you do your best, but it seems as if God himself has turned away from you. You pray to all the saints, you beg the Virgin Mary - she is a mother too, she must hear, she cannot fail to understand! But nothing changes.

Your son is growing up, and every year his condition gets worse. His skin is covered with leprosy spots. His eyesight is getting worse. He's always tired, he can't live without the help of doctors and medicines. He's rotting alive. People look askance. People judge. People see a monster. All you see is your angel. Every day you swear to love and care for him, swear you won't leave him...

***

A young 16 years old boy wins a battle. How proud you are of him! How weak his body is, but how strong his spirit. But he too has his moments of vulnerability...

...Especially when he fully realises he doesn't have long to live. He seems to accept it - or pretend to accept it...

How do you feel?

How a mother might feel when she realises that she may see her son die? Bury the one she brought into this world. To live to see that moment is something she doesn't want to do.

Thank you if you read to the end! I'm crying right now😭

[konigsblog]

i’m so warmed by all the pregnancy stuff with the farmers 🫣🤭 if you’re up to it! literally anything surrounding that, it’s so soft to read tbf. your writing is always so good, hits every time but the way you write pregnancy just hits different 🩷🩷

— thank you!! i'm glad you enjoy them, it makes me feel more confident in my writing and i appreciate you for saying such sweet things ! 🎀 i wasn't sure if you wanted smut, but this was rotting my mind !

⭒༉‧₊˚. kid headcannons with farmer!MW2 🌾🧺🐄

farmer!price has mainly sons. little boys always helping out on the farm, gasping when the pigs begin squealing and the birds make their call. takes such good care of them, and you as well. the boys love their mother; running up to you while covered in mud, overalls coated in brown sludge, giving in and hugging them tightly.

simon is a with the farmer concept is hard. i can't imagine it, i can imagine him working down in the bar down in the village, you joining along, or being his little housewife. wearing long dresses, and coming to him with your toddler boy and girl, giving them some sweets so they'll be alright and talking with your confident, funny husband.

(trying with the farmer!simon concept) who smokes a lot and always stinks of tobacco after a hard day. his little boy and older daughter (2 year difference between them) giggling with eachother, watching as she protects him. he's so proud of her and always makes time to help with her homework after breaking his back taking care of the carrots and cabbages.

farmer!soap who has 2 daughters. they're his princesses, and he'll do whatever it takes to keep them safe. walking with them, hand in hand, sent down to the village for fruits and vegetables by their mother. helping you make some blueberry pie for your husband after a long day. his daughters falling asleep at the dinner table with blueberry pie all over their faces.

farmer!gaz who has daughters. he treats them like angels, and appreciates when they help with the animals. i imagine his daughters to enjoy helping on the farm when they're a teenager; taking care of chickens and bringing back eggs, or getting hay on their jeans and t-shirt. spends a lot of time with them and they all appreciate his work.

farmer!könig has only daughters, i can't imagine him with daughters, at all. has a lot of daughters, perhaps 5, or maybe a pair of twins. they're so cute when they're toddlers; falling asleep on their daddy's lap, and getting their faces messy with cheesecake after dinner.

he's an amazing dad, and loves reading to them before bedtime. has an album of photos of them from their younger ages, and sometimes fell asleep on the rocking chair when they were newborns and woke up crying.

farmer!alejandro has daughters too, no son's for him. he definitely treats them like princesses and loves how sweet they are. makes funny jokes, and is very overprotective of them. oh, his daughter wants to go down to the village? no matter if she's a teenager, she's not going alone. if she waits for him, he'll buy her a ice-cream and allows her to help with the cows despite his constant scolding for asking! don't worry, he'll handle it.

farmer!rodolfo who has 1 daughter (i'm sorry, i can barely imagine half of these characters with son's!!) he lets her help on the farm and always appreciates her help. doesn't want to force her, but allows her to clean the pigs and take the eggs back to the house for her mother to use. when she was a baby, he'd kiss her every night and sit on a rocking chair beside the fireplace, lulling her to sleep and teaching spanish to her in her older years.

farmer!graves who has 3 sons, and his youngest, a daughter. they all look like him when he was younger; 3 replicas. his daughter has gorgeous, soft blonde hair and his blue, silverish eyes. not only does he treat her like a princess, he refuses to allow her to work on the farm.

— encourages his son's to help him on the farm, while she plays with barbie dolls on the porch and eats any freshly baked cookies her mother made. her brother's are around 9, and a pair of twins, 8 when she's 3. a sweetheart who has a pure, giving heart and always makes her father little cards or paper people using his old newspapers.

[quitealotofsodapop]

Mei is both proud and very unhappy with the grounding. True, she didn't know her little buddy was actually Sun Wukong's son until about ten minutes ago, but her parents got to meet her little brother figure, and they think he's adorable! Wukogn makes sure to warn them of potential baby layers, tho, new powers and all. Luckily, that's not something new to the Ao Long household considering how Mei holds a certain Ring.

That conversation has to be one of the msot awkward Wukong has ever had up to that point tho, calling up Ao Lie's great granddaughter to tell her that her daughter, whom she hadn't even realized knew him, had gotten his son, who nobody even knows he has, into a bit of trouble and now DBK is free and all the parents to the kids involved in freeing him are coming together for a tea party to figure out, essentially, what's next.

Wukong, astral projecting: Hello, yes, Mrs. Long? Lovely to speak face to face, I knew your grandfather you know, but that's not why I'm calling. Um, so it's about your daughter.

Yi Li: What!?

Wukong, getting nervous: Uh... yeah, see, she and my kid have gotten pretty close. Mr. Tang is his tutor, you see, and they tend to have their lessons at the Noodle Shop she works at. Well, I let Mei take my little Xiaotian out with her for some of her delivery runs aaaand... next thing I know, the Demon Bull King is free.

Ye Li, already suspecting: Oh no... dont tell me, it was her!?

Wukong: From what I understand of the events, she was pretty involved and stuff... so do you mind coming over for some tea with me and the Demon Bull Family so we can kinda... figure out our next steps? They've called a bit of a truce for now after meeting my kid.

Ye Li: Of course! Just give us a few minutes to clear our schedule and we'll be right over... oh and please tell my daughter she's grounded.

Wukong: Alright then! See you there! *turns to unseen person as he begins to fade out* Hey Mei your mom says-

prev post. @soniclozdplove;

+an earlier ask;

Ao Yi and Long Cháo have long accepted that their baby girl is a lot more... firey than a normal water dragon pup. But they never believed in locking her up or forcing her to suppress her boundless energy.

So when Mei came to them wanting to get a part-time job as a delivery job so she could have "real life" experience, they were fully supportive.

They think it's really cute how she's bonded with her boss and some of the regulars. Mei especially mentions a little demon monkey named MK who's obsessed with the Monkey King, and is about to become a big brother. The Ao-Long's only met MK and "Mr Qi" once when they decided to visit Mei at her work. The little boy was so excited about going to school and becoming a big brother - even though "she's taking a long time." Mr Qi just laughed and explained that he was a little overdue. The dragon couple thought the two were an adorable parent and child, but Ao Yi swears she recognises Mr Qi from somewhere...

Wukong, astral projecting in: "Heeeeyyyy Mrs Long." Ao Yi: "Sun Wukong? Why, I haven't seen you since I was a pup. What brings you here today?" Wukong, stalling a bit: "Well it's about Mei- she's not in trouble don't worry! Well maybe a little in trouble... she was doing a delivery when she and her little stowaway came across my Staff and DBK's resting site. Iron Fan and Red Son included." Ao Yi, going pale: "She didn't." Wukong: "She didn't - but Red Son did. And then MK managed steal it off of him. Mei grabbed him and bolted before any fighting could happen but they got chased." Ao Yi, frustrated and worried: "Oh sweet- Cháo! Our daughter somehow helped release an ancient demon king!" Long Cháo, running in: "Is she ok!?" Wukong: "Oh yeah she's fine. Nobody got hurt. DBK was a lot more forgiving once he properly met MK-" Long Cháo, piecing together the lore: "Wait isn't that the same MK who gets tutored by Mr Tang? Isn't Mr Qi... pregnant?" Ao Yi, raises brow at Wukong: "Yes. Yes he is." Wukong, laughing nervously: "HAHA! Yeah! Surprise! I uh... have a kid and one on the way. Long story." Ao Yi: "Great-Grandfather did say you had an Egg with you throughout the Journey. I had assumed he was rambling, but this explains so much..." Wukong: "Yeah, I've been keeping it a secret for a long time. Ao Lie was always so protective of me... Anyway, my dao isn't so great right now so I need to wrap this call up. You guys wanna meet up or something to talk about this in-person? I just want my Xiaotian to know some folks connected to the "old gang" now that his powers are developing. Plus DBK needs a lot of history filled in for him." (*the dragon couple share a look and smile*) Ao Yi: "I see no issue in having a few lunch meetings. It's not every day I get to talk about Great-Grandfather's journey." Long Cháo: "Xiaojiao is grounded though, right?" Ao Yi: "Without a doubt."

The familys (+occassionally Tang, Pigsy, and Sandy) start meeting up for brunch afterwards. Ao Yi and PIF are glamourous girl besties the second they meet, and their husbands bond over their difficulties in courting them. Wukong is glad to have people to hang out with outside of FFM, and to rebuild the relationship with his brother and sister-in-law.

Mei house sits the day the parents are all out for dinner. Red Son is still trying to take over the city in a misguided effort to make his parents proud, so attempted sword-theft still occurs and Mei's own dragon abilities start erupting. MK yells with joy at his bestie being a fellow "Superhero!". Red Son gets grounded.

[crowfootwrites]

What Happens on Risa [Gul Macet x Fem!Reader]

So, the other day, I found a document in my Google Drive from OCTOBER 2023 that just said, "Gul Macet takes his "nephew" (Gul Dukat’s son) to Risa for his 16th birthday, where he meets reader and they *ahem* keep in touch (2376 – post-Dominion War)" and had a singular page written. Then ✨ B A M ✨, inspiration hit and I sat down and wrote the rest, smut and all. I'm not even bothering to share it in pieces, because why wait, you know? You can also read it on AO3!

Without further ado, here's a little Gul Macet one shot!

Tagging some fellow space lizard-lovers, in case y'all wanna read: @horta-in-charge, @starrynightgardens, @sleepycat82, @vreenak, @deepspacedukat (please let me know if you don't want me to tag you, lol, I just be takin' liberties at this point)

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ on this, bois, 'cause there's some vacation hanky-panky goin' on: inter-species sex (sex involving Cardassian genitals), oral sex, vaginal fingering, PIV smut, unprotected sex; but generally fluffy sweet love-makin! Not beta'd, we die like men. | Words: ~6,555

“Bo’yadik!” his nephew called from the open front door.

Gul Akellan Macet grinned at the sight of the young man, grown several inches since the last time he’d seen him, his posture proud and calm, despite the eagerness in his voice. He made his way up the sandy front path, grasping his nephew’s shoulder and giving it a firm squeeze.

“It is good to see you again, Mekor,” he commented, unable to temper the satisfaction on his face. His last stint on the Trager had taken him from Cardassia for far too long, and although he loved his ship and his crew, there was nothing like coming home again. Although, this time around, he had something special planned for Mekor and wouldn’t be remaining on Cardassia for very long. He’d returned to his own home near the Imperial Plaza to drop off belongings and pack a bag before coming to collect Mekor.

“Akellan!” The call floated around Mekor from further inside the house, heralding the arrival of his cousin’s wife just before she arrived in the doorway behind her son, whose stature already towered over hers.

“Kelana,” Macet greeted her with a smile and a nod, eyeing the baby clinging to her hip – this would be Dukat’s last son, then. It infuriated Macet to dwell on the way a beautiful and proud woman like Kelana continued to bear children for his cousin, even as he slept with half the Alpha Quadrant. He did not know her motivations, nor did he care to know. He only cared that they were taken care of, and Kelana was nothing if not resourceful. No one had heard from Dukat since last year and it had been generally accepted amongst their family that he had died or been otherwise lost in the Dominion War.

It was precisely why Macet was here, planning to ensure that Mekor’s 16th birthday was special, unmarred by his father’s absence, although that had been the case for much of his life, even before Dukat was presumed dead.

Mekor stepped to the side slightly, giving his mother room. “Will you stay for dinner, Akellan? It’s been so long since your last visit,” she asked with a genuine smile, bouncing the fussing child on her hip.

Akellan sighed good-naturedly. “I wish that I could, my dear, but Mekor and I have a transport to catch. When we return, however, I have several more days before I must report back for duty, and I would love to spend time with you and the children.”

 “I look forward to it,” Kelana replied. She placed a hand on Mekor’s arm and smiled up at her son. “Have a safe trip, cestUl. Be careful, listen to Akellan, and have fun.”

Mekor’s hand reached over to rest atop his mother’s. “I will, adik.”

The baby in Kelana’s arms began to fuss more loudly, and she turned to stride back into her home.

“Let me grab my bag!” Mekor exclaimed before rushing inside to gather his belongings.

Macet rested against the doorframe, embracing the damp heat of his home world, lounging in a ray of dusky sunlight like a contented gettle. He chuckled at the din that his nieces and nephews were creating inside the house, their chatter and the clanging of dishes and toys carrying through the open door.

Mekor bounded back through the door, nearly breathless, his dark eyes lit with excitement. “I’m ready.”

Akellan laughed and pulled his nephew under one of his arms, mussing his hair. “Let’s go, then,” he crowed, leading Mekor back down the path toward the street, headed for the transport site where they would catch their passenger ship.

• • •

The bar was crowded, packed with bodies of all shapes and sizes and colors (and in various stages of undress), as people waited for their drinks. A heavyset Bolian man stepped backward, bumping into you soundly before turning to offer profuse apologies.

“It’s alright,” you assured him with a small smile, although truthfully, you were at your limit of social interaction for the day. The heat of the Risian twin suns high overhead and the press of bodies surrounding you made you grouchy, irritation drawing your shoulders up toward your ears.

A handsome Risian bartender finally handed you your fluorescent blue drink, topped with piles of fruit and colorful flowers, tossing a charming smile your way as you backed away from the bar desperately. You turned away to watch where you were going and made your way past clusters of palm trees and bushes full of magenta flowers back onto the sandy beach where your companions had gathered.

Although, they were gone by the time you arrived – you spotted one of the three friends you’d come with chatting with a Risian woman in a gorgeous silver swimsuit near the ocean’s edge. It was anyone’s guess as to where the other two had wandered off. You settled yourself back in your plush chair beneath a wide umbrella, taking a bracing sip of your very sweet, very alcoholic beverage.

Taking a deep breath of salty air, you closed your eyes, enjoying the way the breeze caressed your skin. It had been… too long since you’d last had a vacation. Being a teacher aboard Starbase Epsilon was an exciting and fulfilling job, but you’d been doing it for a long while. You’d taught there all through the Dominion War, which had only ended the year before, even as the Cardassian Union’s treaty with the Dominion threatened the safety of all outlying Federation planets and bases. It had been a stressful time, to say the least, and even in the year that had passed since the Dominion forces surrendered, there was little respite from the damage that had been done while the war had rampaged.

Given the starbase’s proximity to Cardassia Prime, Epsilon, along with Deep Space Nine, housed scores of displaced Cardassians, as well as Starfleet officers and Federation civilians who flocked to Cardassia to help them rebuild.  

Your student body population had swelled then, and you’d had to hire more teachers to assist you – your three companions who were with you now on Risa. You’d decided a few weeks ago that you all deserved a break, after a long year of modifying curriculums, wrangling students, and managing parent expectations.

And so you found yourself on Risa, unsure how to relax like this after so long without any leave.

A spray of sand jerked you from your thoughts as it surged over your legs and chair. You bolted upright with a surprised yelp, eyes wide as you looked for the source of the shimmering sand now pooling beneath you in your chair.

A shadow fell over you from the side as a tall Cardassian rose from the ground, dusting himself off. He looked young, his chu’en and scales still relatively smooth. He looked at you sheepishly, and you glimpsed the hoverball he tucked nervously behind his back. “I’m very sorry, miss, I –”

With a laugh, you waved him off. “It’s alright. I’d rather get hit with sand than a hoverball.”

The Cardassian laughed with you, his relief evident in the sound.

Another Cardassian man came jogging up behind the first, this one older and bare-chested, with small patches of hair adorning his chin.

His eyebrow ridges rose slightly as his gaze fell on you, taking in the sand dusting your bare legs and settled in your lap, a light blue tint coloring his chufa.

“I must apologize, miss, my nephew and I were getting a little out of hand, it would seem,” he confessed, his voice low and more than a little captivating. He bumped his nephew with his shoulder. “Did you apologize, Mekor?” he asked.

As Mekor began another guilty apology, you chuckled again. “It’s quite alright,” you assured him. “I’m fine, no harm done.” To demonstrate, you rose from your chair, sand cascading down your legs as you wiped at the bottom half of your swimsuit and the tops of your thighs with one hand, the other still clutching your drink.

A glint of something like hunger flashed across the older man’s eyes as your gaze met his, but he blinked and it was gone.

“Perhaps I could replace your drink,” the man offered.

“Oh, I-,” you began, glancing down toward your hand to find the fruit and flowers atop your glass indeed shimmering with sand. You looked back up at him shyly. “Oh. That would be lovely, actually – thank you.”

The man nodded and motioned toward the bar. His hand came to rest softly on your lower back as you stepped around the chair and to his side.

With a smirk and a benign shake of his head, you saw Mekor toss the hoverball up and follow it back to wherever they’d camped out along the beach.

“What is your name, my dear?” the Cardassian at your side asked, his head turned to watch you. You smiled, biting your lip nervously. His proud posture and the way the sun gleamed against his bare chest made you a little self-conscious.

You gave him your name, trying to force some nonchalance into your tone.  

“Lovely,” he murmured. He guided you back towards the bar you’d come from not too long ago, the shady seating area still overrun with patrons. Unlike your last excursion, however, the throngs of people seemed to part without thought for Akellan’s presence. “I am Akellan.”

As you went to respond, a group of young, rowdy humans veered drunkenly into your path. Before any of them could collide with you, however, you felt Akellan’s hand grasping at your waist, tugging you closer to him. 

You glanced over at him, your heart stuttering at the proximity. He kept his arm wrapped around you and, with excitement coursing through you, you couldn’t bring yourself to mention it. You ducked your head slightly to hide the smile that painted your lips. He guided you forward slightly as you approached the bar top, protecting your back from the jostling of others with his tall frame. 

You ordered another of your gaudy blue cocktails and Akellan ordered a kanar for himself, to be charged to his room. Mesmerized by the crystalline ocean beyond the bar and beach, you didn’t notice his careful observation of you. His eyes traced the gentle slope of your neck down to your shoulders, the delicacy of your collarbones, the way the shimmery green swimsuit you’d chosen accentuated your curves. He’d never been more grateful for Mekor’s youthful ungainliness than he was right now.  

As the bartender handed you your respective drinks, Akellan stepped away from you, but held out a hand, a smirk playing over his lips.

Offering him a smile of your own, you slid your hand into his, allowing him to tug you gently back the way you came.

“So, what brings you and your nephew to Risa?” you asked curiously, your toes relishing in the warmth of the sand. Akellan slowed his stride as you reached the beach, as though he wasn’t particularly eager to get you back to your chair. 

“Ah,” he started brightly, his blue eyes glimmering in the sunlight, “yesterday was Mekor’s 16th birthday, and I wanted to do something special for him.”

“That’s very kind of you!” you replied, squeezing his fingers lightly. 

Akellan chuckled, a rich, gravelly sound you immediately wanted to hear again.  

“I certainly try to be a good uncle. His father is not around anymore and as the oldest, Mekor has many responsibilities and not much time to enjoy his youth.” A mixed group of very attractive Risian and Trill women passed you both and, despite their giggling and heated looks in Akellan’s direction, he didn’t spare them a glance, his gaze focused firmly on you as he spoke. “I suppose I’m spoiling him a bit, but I can’t help but want to provide him with good experiences. Living on Cardassia, he’s been through plenty already.”

You nodded somberly at that. “I can certainly understand that,” you murmured, reluctantly pulling your attention away from him as you approached your beach chair. A sinking feeling tugged at your chest, realizing it was likely time to part ways. But Akellan hadn’t released your hand yet. He was standing so close to you. You wiggled your toes further into the sand nervously, willing the tension out of your muscles.

“Thank you,” you offered, lifting your drink up slightly.

“Of course.” He glanced around at the vacant chairs, strewn with your friends’ abandoned towels and half-finished cocktails. “Have your… friends abandoned you?” he asked, the ridge above one of his eyes raised slightly. You heard the question behind his question and exhaled a laugh. 

“Yes,” you replied as you placed your drink on the small table beside your lounge chair, “my friends seem to have found other diversions for themselves.” 

He paused, studying you again, a mischievous curiosity in his features. “And, if I may ask, what diversions will you be partaking in?”

You glanced skyward, tapping a finger against your chin theatrically. “I’ll probably go for a swim. I have a new novel I’m looking to finish… Perhaps I’ll do some people-watching.” You shot him a sly grin. “There are some very attractive people here, you know.” 

“Oh, I am well aware,” he muttered darkly. Heat rose in your chest and cheeks.

As his gaze returned to yours again, he looked hopeful. “I’ve promised to thoroughly beat Mekor at hoverball today,” he explained, and you laughed. “I have a reputation to uphold, after all… But perhaps you would like to join me for dinner this evening?”

The butterflies in your stomach erupted into your tightening chest, the prospect of taking a deep breath daunting in that moment. You nodded enthusiastically, biting your lip to keep from grinning like an absolute fool.

“How does 1900 sound?” he asked, sounding somewhat relieved that you’d agreed.

“That works for me!” You cleared your throat quietly, trying to take the overeager pitch out of your voice. “I’m in room 151.”

With a nod, Akellan began to walk backward, as though he wasn’t quite ready to take his eyes off you. You took the opportunity to appraise him, to appreciate the patterning of his scales and the way his muscles shifted beneath his skin. When your gaze returned to his, although he’d put considerable distance between the two of you, he smirked. He finally turned away from you to watch where he was walking, and you sank back onto your beach chair and off of your wobbly legs.

Akellan and Mekor had settled themselves not far from your location on the beach and you found yourself unable (and frankly, unwilling) to stop stealing glances at Akellan. You tried to focus on your novel, you really did, but your eyes flicked up over the top of the PADD in front of you often, in an almost compulsive way. Sometimes, you’d glance up to find him already looking at you and, playing coy, you’d bite your lip and refocus on your PADD.   

After an hour of re-reading the same page of your novel, you finally put it down, groaning at your own giddiness. You stood and made your way into the crystalline surf, hoping a swim would clear your mind. You could see, in your periphery, that Akellan was watching, shading his eyes from the sun with one hand, the other holding the hoverball teasingly above his head as Mekor jumped desperately for it beside him.

Trying not to focus on his staring, you let the sea pull you in, diving beneath rolling waves until you were past any other tourists, capturing a bit of ocean for yourself. Taking another deep breath and feeling the pull of currents against you, you floated onto your back, the rocking waves indeed soothing the somewhat overwhelming anticipation that had been zipping through you since Akellan first approached.

You let your mind wander, contemplating how long it had been since you’d felt this way about anyone. Too long, if the lack of surfacing memories was anything to go by. Even your last couple of boyfriends hadn’t really inspired that kind of energy in you – you’d loved them, certainly, but in each instance, there was some measure of passion missing that never really materialized.

But it felt ridiculous to think that maybe Akellan was what you’d been looking for. After all, you were just vacationing in the same place. You didn’t know anything about him or his life. Maybe he was just after a one-night stand. A fling. A little vacation hanky-panky. The thought made your heart feel leaden behind your ribcage. 

Blowing a raspberry at the sky, you glanced toward the shore to ensure you hadn’t been pulled too far out.

A small smile crept across your lips as you watched Akellan and Mekor play together, their laughter and teasing carrying on the wind.  

You stayed in the water a while longer, letting the setting suns warm your skin as they painted the sky in gorgeous ribbons of pink and orange. When you finally swam back toward the shore and strode out of the surf, you noticed Mekor and Akellan packing up. As Akellan’s gaze landed on you, you smiled and gave him a small wave, continuing on toward your chair and your own belongings. You caught his grin before you turned away, his hand lifted in a half-wave as though he’d lost his train of thought.

• • •

You agonized over what to wear. It wasn’t like you to fuss over outfits, and you knew it made little sense to care so much about what a man who’d already seen you in next-to-nothing thought about your clothing choices. But still, you agonized. You certainly hadn’t anticipated a dinner date on this trip, meaning you hadn’t brought too many options with you. After significant pacing and long stretches in front of the mirror, you decided on a blue, strappy linen dress that hugged you in all the right places. 

By the time you’d gotten yourself ready, your door chime was sounding. You zipped to the door to answer it. 

As the door slid open, you were greeted by Akellan’s wide smile. The sight of his lean frame clad in a soft, deep green shirt and loose brown pants stole all the thoughts from your head for a moment. He looked so… touchable. 

“You look stunning,” Akellan remarked as his own gaze appraised your exposed shoulders and the way your dress wrapped around you. 

“As do you,” you replied, your fingers twitching at your side. You tucked your traitorous hands behind your back, trying not to give yourself away or paint yourself as too eager, but if his smirk was anything to go on, Akellan hadn’t missed the minute movement.

Akellan offered you his arm as the pair of you made your way down the hall toward the lobby of the hotel. 

“And where is Mekor this evening?” you asked conversationally. “I hate to steal you away from him,” you added, although you knew your tone gave away that you didn’t feel that badly about it. 

Akellan chuckled. “He has found some entertainment of his own, I fear, in the form of a group of Risian teenagers… I believe they’re going to see some live music in one of the coves.”

It was a perfect night for it, you thought. Balmy and pleasant - you looked up into the rapidly darkening night sky scattered with stars. Akellen followed your gaze.

“I must admit that I simply assumed you were from Earth - how far are you from home?” he asked quietly, steering you beside him on the paved path towards Suraya Bay. 

You hummed, mapping planets in your head. “Only a little closer than you, I think.” You glanced over at your companion, whose browline ridges had raised in interest. “You were somewhat correct in your assumption - I’m originally from Earth, but I’ve been living on Starbase Epsilon for the last five years.”

“Ah,” came Akellan’s quiet response. As the two of you made your way toward the cove, Akellan’s demeanor seemed to have shifted. He held himself less cavalierly, appeared less amorous and more curious. It was… comforting, you realized. It made you feel less vulnerable. “You are very close to Cardassia, then. I understand that Epsilon is one of the starbases that has seen the most refugees from the war?”

You nodded. “I’m a teacher on the ‘base, so I’ve had the unique opportunity to have Cardassian culture taught to me by children,” you responded with a laugh. 

Akellan chuckled. “I couldn’t imagine the chaos, honestly.”

“It’s been an adjustment, to be sure, but I enjoy teaching. And the new students I’ve had have generally proven themselves to be very capable and bright.”

“That’s a relief,” Akellan said, sounding like he was only half-joking. 

Your jaw dropped slightly as the pair of you rounded a corner, revealing a small, open-air restaurant strung up with twinkling lights sitting just at the water’s edge. The stars and lights glinted white on the rippling surface of the sea and you knew you couldn’t wait this long for another vacation again. There was nothing like this view on the starbase; even the holosuites couldn’t compare to the real thing. 

“I didn’t even know this was here,” you murmured, feeling slightly choked up. This was very romantic.

“I like to think I have a few surprises up my sleeve,” Akellan told you, guiding you by the elbow through the double glass doors. A very tan Risian waiter inclined his head with a smile before guiding the two of you directly toward a patio filled with small, intimate tables, surrounded by a low stone wall. The waves lapped softly against it as Akellan pulled out your chair and you glanced up at him as you sat, the lights on the ceiling glowing like a halo behind him.

He bent toward you as he pushed your chair in, his breath whispering against your ear. “You look lovely in this light.”

Heat crept into your cheeks and you bit your lip to stop from kissing him then and there. As though sensing this, Akellan winked then turned to take his own seat.

Dinner was a delight. Over wine and fresh seafood, Akellen regaled you with tales from his ship, the Trager, as well as stories from his own childhood and family life back on Cardassia. He asked about your youth and experiences teaching children on a starbase. Humor seemed to be a shared language for the two of you, and you were granted your earlier wish of hearing Akellan’s laugh over and over again. His bright smile was contagious and brought with it a tightness in your chest that you identified as falling hard and fast for someone. 

“So, how often do you get to spend time with Mekor?” you asked over a sip of springwine. “You two seem very close.”

Akellan’s eyes darted away from yours briefly. He sighed. 

“We are very close. Mostly because his father spent much of his life putting his military and political ambitions above all else, including his family. Even when he could have returned to Cardassia, he often did not. I have always had… different priorities than my cousin,” he told you earnestly. “So I have helped to raise Mekor wherever I could. And lately… well, Dukat has been missing in action, though likely deceased, so I am trying to do right by my family.”

You choked slightly on another sip of wine, covering your mouth as you coughed. “I’m sorry,” you croaked. “Gul Dukat is your cousin - is Mekor’s father?”

“You know of him?” Akellan looked genuinely surprised.

“I do,” you admitted. “I have friends on Deep Space 9. I’m assuming you probably already know, but there was a rumor going around that Dukat had gotten in with the Pah-Wraiths, causing trouble for Captain Sisko, the Emissary. I think he thought that the Pah-Wraiths could maybe turn the tide of the War in favor of Cardassia and the Dominion.”

To your surprise and immediate dismay, Akellan looked somewhat ashamed. You hated it - it was an expression that did not mix well with his proud, sincere features. You fidgeted with the stem of your wine glass.

“I apologize for bringing it up,” you murmured. “I imagine it can’t be easy to talk about.”

“My lovely girl, you needn’t apologize. Dukat made his decisions, whatever they were. I now have the distinct pleasure of taking over where he has failed - I will be the person that Mekor and his siblings go to when they need a father’s advice.”

A seed of dread sprouted deep in your belly. “Does… When you say that, is there a Cardassian tradition wherein you… take over for Dukat? As in… I mean… I’m sorry, I’m normally more eloquent than this you,” you mumbled, thoroughly embarrassed. You pinched the bridge of your nose, closing your eyes to collect yourself, but they opened again when you felt Akellan’s soft grasp on your hand that remained on the table. 

“You have no reason to fear me, dear girl. Ask away.” The openness and curiosity in his face was going to kill you, you realized.

“Um.. is it a tradition in Cardassia,” you began slowly, “that you must take over Dukat’s family for him? As in, marry his wife and raise his children as your own?” You bit your lip awkwardly. You couldn’t even imagine having to end this because Akellan wanted a fling before he returned to Cardassia to marry his cousin’s wife.

A slow smile graced his lips. There was compassion in his gaze. He took a deep breath before ending your suffering.

“Certainly not,” he said with a meaningful shake of his head. “One day, I would like to have a wife and children of my own. I would not take up Dukat’s - besides, I doubt Kelana would have me,” he added with a chuckle. “She can be quite… prickly. It was a good match for Dukat, but would not be so for me.”

He gently squeezed your hand that rested under his.

“Family is very important on Cardassia. I want to help mine, where I can.”

Relief flooded your system as rapidly as though Akellan had thrown cold water over you. “I can understand that,” you replied sheepishly. “I just… I didn’t want to get involved if you had something else going on back on Cardassia.”

Thoroughly embarrassed, you moved to pull your hand away from his on the table, but he grasped it firmly and cradled it in his.

“I have no such obligations to anyone. I would, however, like to find out what this could be. With you.” The words sat heavy over the table between you both.

Your heart had lodged itself in your throat. You swallowed around it and nodded. “I’d like that,” you whispered.

• • •

The cool night air caressed your bare shoulders as you stepped out onto the balcony overlooking the pale sands on the beach below. Leaning forward onto the railing, you took a deep breath to settle the nerves that Akellan’s very presence seemed to set on fire. 

As though your thoughts had called to him, you heard him approach behind you, felt the solidness of his form as he pressed close to your side, handing you a small glass of kanar. The two moons of Risa cast an ethereal light across his features, contrasting sharply with the dark, desirous look in his eyes. Feeling somewhat spellbound, you took the drink from him and brought it to your mouth. Akellan’s eyes tracked your every move, fixating on the way your lips pressed against the glass.

A sound almost like a growl rumbled in his throat. His fingers slipped beneath yours, removing the drink from your grasp and setting it on the railing with a loud clink as his other hand rose to cradle your jaw. His lips connected with yours feverishly and, without conscious thought, your body responded - your hands grazed upward over his firm chest and shoulders, looping around his ridged neck, your whole body surging upward, pushing you closer to him. 

Akellan’s free arm wrapped firmly around your waist, keeping you trapped against him. He broke from you with a groan, his mouth traveling to pepper rough kisses along your jaw and the column of your neck. 

You tilted your head back with a whimper as he sucked at the sensitive spot just below your ear. 

“Do you know how long I have been considering how I might get you to make sounds like that?” he demanded, his lips drifting over your skin in a way that sent shivers down your spine.

“How long?” you breathed up into the night sky, twining your trembling fingers together at the nape of his neck.

“Since you first… brushed that sand…” he muttered between restless kisses, “off your lap.” He sighed, his hands tracing your sides to settle on your hips. “I would have given a great deal to replace your hands with mine in that moment.”

You moaned at the thought, shifting your fingers to pluck needily at the collar of his shirt. He hummed against your skin. “You like that, don’t you, darling girl?” You could do no more than nod, dropping your head forward to brush your nose against his.

Akellan separated from you a bit, and you released your hold around his neck as he tugged his soft shirt up over his head, tossing it to the side. As if drawn by a magnet, your hands returned to his skin, palms tracing the scales and ridges decorating his torso. He sighed again as your fingers traipsed over the spoon formation on his chest; a very different kind of sigh this time, one that foretold heated gazes and lingering touches between crisp sheets in the warm Risian night. You couldn’t wait.

Smoothing his hands down your sides, Akellan caught the hem of your dress and began to push it upwards, his palms caressing your sides as though you’d disappear if he stopped touching you. Heat built between you as you pulled your dress up and over your head, leaving you standing before him in only your mismatched undergarments. 

His fingers traced your jaw lightly as he shifted into your grasp again, a stark contrast to the firm tug of your hair tangling in his fists. A moan slipped through your lips just before they collided with his. Distractedly, the pair of you gravitated toward your bed in the center of the room, not bothering to close the balcony doors behind you. 

Akellan guided you down onto your back on the bed, his palms tracing your skin, mapping the hills and valleys of your body. Memorizing them, if the concentration in his eyes was any indication.

His gaze caught yours as his fingers slipped beneath the hem of your panties, pausing, asking silent permission. You rolled your hips slightly, spurring him on. “I want you, Akellan,” you managed, the heat rolling through you making your thoughts fuzzy. You felt as though you were consumed by thoughts of the Cardassian hovering above you and what he might do with you. 

Any restraint he might have been showing seemed to disappear then. Your underwear were on the floor in a matter of seconds, and Akellan was running slow kisses up the inside of one of your legs. Your whimper hung heavy in the air between you and you couldn’t miss the arrogant smirk that played at the corner of his mouth.

Your head tipped back against the comforter as Akellan’s fingers finally (finally!) stroked the apex of your thighs. As Akellan shifted, resting his free hand beside your head before leaning in to capture your lips in a slow, deliberate kiss, you felt a telltale hardness against your thigh. Your mind whirled with the possibilities lying before you this evening and the realization propelled you forward. You surged upward into a seated position, pushing Akellan back without breaking the kiss. 

With an unexpected level of gracefulness for you, you managed to pull Akellan onto the bed beside you and, kneeling beside him, your fingers made quick work of his belt. There was a brightness around his eyes, as though both surprised and incredibly turned on by this little display of assertiveness. 

“My, what an eager girl you are,” he murmured, his fingers again finding the cleft between your legs and continuing his earlier ministrations. The slick sounds of your pleasure, in combination with Akellan’s teasing, gravelly voice sent shudders rolling through you. You’d just managed to get Akellan’s pants over his thighs and pulled out his prUt with minimal fumbling when he slipped slipped a finger inside you. The moan that tumbled from between your lips was nearly shameful, but the hungry look in your lover’s eyes dismissed any cares you might have had. One of your hands rested on Akellan’s scaled thigh, clenching as you adjusted to the intrusion and the wave of pleasure that his curling, exploratory finger brought. 

You thanked past you roundly for doing some cursory studying of Cardassian anatomy when the starbase began housing so many Cardassians - Akellan’s cock was only intimidating in the way that first-time sex usually was, instead of the “I have no idea what to even do with this thing and it’s the first time” kind of way. 

With gentle fingers, you traced the length of Akellan’s everted prUt before landing on the especially-sensitive ring of scales at its base. A deep groan reverberated beside you, Akellan’s head thrown back and his free hand gripping the comforter like a lifeline. The groan morphed into a predatory growl as you brought your lips to his slippery length and licked from base to tip. 

You faltered for a moment in your quest to take him fully in your mouth as he added another finger to your needy cunt. But only for a moment - you were determined to show Akellan the same kind of pleasure he was bringing you as he curled his fingers experimentally inside you. 

The air around you was thick with groans and gasping breaths. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you remembered the open balcony doors, but in that moment, lost in the haze of mounting ecstasy, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. 

Akellan’s free hand loosened around the comforter and grasped instead at your hair, gently guiding you into a rhythm that quickly had his hips rolling. You massaged the irllun at his base as you did your best to take him deep into your throat. Akellan moaned your name desperately, and then the world was spinning around you as he maneuvered you over him and pulled you into a searing kiss. 

His tip teased at your entrance as he growled, “As much as I’d love to continue fucking that pretty mouth of yours, the feeling of you clenching around my fingers is driving me mad. I need you on my Cho’Ch.”

A whispered sigh of his name slipped between your lips as you sank onto him, fulfilling his need and yours. Your palms found their home pressed against the scales patterning his chest as you lifted yourself slowly onto your knees and back down again, rocking in a rhythm that made Akellan swear in Kardasi.

Akellan’s hands squeezed tightly about your hips, grinding you into him with every downstroke, the gratifying friction against your clit building until you were practically wailing into the balmy Risian air. The Cardassian beneath you pulled himself into a seated position, expertly removing your bra and burying his face in your chest, biting and sucking at your skin between groans that were starting to sound pained and impatient. You understood the feeling, rising ever higher toward your peak and ready to crash over the edge with Akellan. 

The amber-lit bedroom tilted around you again as Akellan maneuvered you onto your back on the soft sheets. He wasted no time thrusting back into you, his pupils wide in blue eyes that were focused intently on yours. 

“You feel exquisite,” he said darkly, resting his forehead against yours without losing his rhythm. 

“I’m so c-close, Akellan, please, please don’t stop-'' you begged, one of your hands coming up to squeeze Akellan’s bicep while the other raced down to twirl frantically around your clit. 

“Oh, I won’t, lovely thing, not until you’ve come for me,” he whispered, the heat of his words cradled in the shell of your ear as he buried his head against your shoulder, the tickle of his facial hair a pleasant contrast to the heavy, overwhelming sensations emanating from the meeting points between your bodies. 

And suddenly it was all too much - the heat, the grind and press of your bodies, his voice, the feel of his lips tracing the slope of your shoulder. The ever-tightening string in your core snapped and with a loud cry, an explosion of starlight burst behind your eyes. You vaguely registered the sharp intake of Akellan’s breath as you clenched around his length, the sound heralding his own climax as Akellan buried himself inside you, deeper than you thought anyone ever had before. 

In the heady, panting, messy afterglow, you felt Akellan pull out of you and you winced. Akellan appeared to notice, peppering your face with kisses and brushing your hair away from your face. He pulled you against his chest as you each caught your breath and you realized you couldn’t remember the last time you’d been this comfortable.

 • • •

“Come on, babes, we’re gonna miss the transport!”

You could hear your friends shouting for you to hurry, but it felt near impossible to let Akellan Macet out of your grasp. You hugged him tighter and he returned the gesture, his palm cradling the back of your head where it was nestled in the crook of his shoulder. 

“Don’t worry, my sweet girl, I’ll see you soon enough. I promise,” he whispered into your hair. You’d spent every remaining day of your vacation with Akellan and Mekor and the time spent with them had only solidified the hold he was building around your heart.

You pulled back just a bit, to meet his gaze dubiously. There was affection and patience in his smile. “You forget,” he murmured. “I have a ship at my command, and you are rather close to my homeworld. Besides, I have your personal number - I will write to you often, I swear it.”

You nodded a little mournfully. 

“And you will write back?” he asked, a little insecurity coloring his voice.

“Every day, if you wish it,” you whispered in return, meaning it. 

Akellan beamed and you couldn’t help the lifting of your own lips in response.

“I so look forward to our next meeting.” Akellan’s thumb gently traced your jaw before pulling you in for one last, slow kiss. As it ended, he bumped his nose against yours playfully. “Have a safe journey, my dear. I will see you soon.” With that, he turned you around carefully and nudged you towards your waiting friends, a couple of whom were sporting raised eyebrows and impressed looks. Heat flushed into your cheeks as you realized just how much explaining you were going to have to do on the transport home.

TRANSLATIONS:

Bo’yadik – uncle [lit. father’s brother] – in this case, Macet is technically his first cousin - once removed, but for the purposes of this story, it’s just simpler to say that he calls Macet uncle.

CestUl - child

Adik - Mother

Chu’en - the collective term for the Cardassian dermal spoon formations (chufa, chula, and chuva)

prUt - term for the Cardassian penis (Cho’Ch is a slang term for this)

[daddy-suguru]

CONGRATS ON 9K

i recently found your blog (ive seen it occasionally before. but now ive noticed it a lot more) and i love your writing ! i’ve yet to rb but i plan to later on when i get more free time def 😭

but you reached 9k for a reason so once again congrats to you and i wish you all the blessings in life bb !

i’d like to join the event pls with either tengen or sakuna and body worshipping 👀

That’s sweet of you :3 I’m happy that you’ve been enjoying my works! And I’m so excited to be writing to so many people, nervous bit excited for the support.

I wish you well blessings too dearie :3 and I hope you are drinking plenty of water. Along with treating yourself with the kindness you deserve :3

✑ tags: fem-dom, with sukuna struggling for power, hints of bratty sub!sukuna, ceo!reader, bodyguard!sukuna, established relationship, thirsty sukuna, praise, body worship, sweet yet rough, biting, jealous!sukuna, wine drunk, biting

Your long flowy dress is over Sukuna's head while he kisses the inside of your thigh. Dragging his teeth, aching to bite down the moment you let him. He roughly confesses,

“Hated how they kept looking at you, sexy mama. When you’re mine.” Pressing your heel into his back. Dragging it up his shoulder blade. The visible shiver of Sukuna's body makes your pussy quiver.

"Re-phase that lack bit and I'll let you fuck me how you want to. For being a good boy and not starting a fight." He groans. Praise is something he never knew he craves so much. But when he acted right and you him how amazing he feels.

It gets him off more than anything else. As he takes pride in fucking you, stupid. The strict instructions you give dwindle to plead for more after the third orgasm. He had spoiled you more than the sugar baby he replaced.

Remind Sukuna, "You handled that other drunken son of whatever ceo very well and I'm proud of you Suka." His jaw clenches at the nickname. Sinking his teeth till you cry. Tensing your thighs around his head. While he digs his nails into your other thigh.

Roughly squeezing as he moves your other leg over your shoulder. The sharp, tingly pain shoots up to your pussy. Which Sukuna kisses soon after. Sucking on your pussy through your panties. Licking your clit, before lightly dragging his teeth.

Whimper at the thought of Sukuna biting down on your pussy. Pressing your legs forward, your heels resting on top of his shoulders. He slips out from underneath your dress.

Folding you in two on the sofa, while bunching your dress around your hips. Sukuna does his best to make you feel smaller. Using his bulky height, as he buries his face in your neck, mumbling,

"I'm yours, I'm your..." His voice drops lower, "good boy." His cheeks are burning while it rolls off his tongue. He bites down on your neck to hear your cries. Trailing soft kisses along your neck towards your collarbone.

Grabbing the low neckline of your off-shoulder gown he rips it. Yanking it down to show your breasts. Pulling away to stare at your breasts in admiration. To have you bent up, flustered, tipsy and needy beneath him is something he had been thinking about all night.

Ever since Sukuna watched you get ready he has been wanting to ruin you. Dipping his head, sucking your nipple into your mouth. While ripping your panties off, sinking two fingers past your lips roughly.

Smirking as you gasp, grabbing a handful of his hair and pulling. The pain of you tugging on his hair and your heels pressing into his back is making his cock throb. His own nakedness in the face of your clothes makes him too vulnerable.

Early you made him strip the moment you stepped. Through the door. Then decided on another glass. After you had teased him the entire ride by having him jerk off. But refusing to let him cum. While your moans filled the care, encouraging him to cum. Despite the command, you've given him.

You took your sweet time drinking another glass of wine. While he undressed you with his eyes. All too eager for you to finish his glass and give him the attention he has been craving all night.

He sinks his teeth into your tit. Pumping his fingers faster, massaging your sweet spot, the louder you whine. While he flicks his tongue on your nipple. Slowly he pulls away, scraping his teeth along your soft skin.

Till your tit slips out with a soft pop. He kisses your nipple before telling you, "I want to bite you all over, fondle your soft body ma. Mark your neck, and let everyone know you're taken care of. Before I have you squirt on my cock. I'm the only one who knows how to make your pussy squirt." Dipping his head down biting down on the back of your thigh.

Tensing, squirming, then becoming tense again. Sukuna lets go and moans, "Your squishy thighs are so biteable, I can't help it. Hmmm sexy mama you're dripping. Are you going to cum already?" You're embarrassingly close to cumming. After months of getting to know each other physically, Sukuna knows you too well.

Smirking and remind him, "You still can't cum until I tell you to do. Make me squirt first, then you can stuff me full. Your sensitive, fat cock can hold on till then right?" Creaming on his fingers as Sukuna says,

"How is that a challenge when you're already cumming so quickly from just my fingers, sexy mama."

✑ m.list

[lady-of-ocs]

*Tries to think of a creative title. Cannot*

So I spent several hours with my best friend today to celebrate her birthday, and then I had to film with my scene partner for my acting class (both of which exhausted me), so I didn't watch many episodes today either. But! I watched two of them and I enjoyed both very much!

Became another long one so I'll put a cut

Honestly, it was really satisfying to watch Karasuno rip that first team apart. Asahi's first serve was killer and I'm so proud of him. LET'S GO, MY LOVE. RIP Yachi for not being allowed down on the court (is there a reason only one manager is allowed, or did they just do that so Yachi could be off with old Ukai while the match was going on?). Anyway, the match. You almost have to feel bad for the other team because they were trying and their captain inspired them to work hard in the second set, but they just couldn't manage against the crows. RIP team whose name I cannot remember. But I did like their little scene with their captain afterward. Little guy is honestly adorable with his silly little three hairs sticking out from the top of his head.

LOOK AT THESE BABIES. LOOK AT THEM.

I LOOKED AT THEM AND GOT CUTENESS AGGRESSION. I NEED TO SNUGGLE THEM. ITTY BITTY BABIES. CRYING OVER THEM. And the story that old Ukai was telling was also making me sad. They got used to the feeling of losing??? And then the focus was on Suga's sad little face?? Baby stop trying to hurt me. I'm already on the ground, stop kicking me. I don't have anymore words, I just love the third years but as babies so much. No, I'm not okay (I'm fucking exhausted).

OH THAT MAN IS 6'7. LIKE. I THOUGHT TSUKKI AND LEV WERE TALL BUT THIS GUY IS JUST VWOOM. THAT'S A BIG BOY. Do not blame poor Yachi for being intimidated by him. Men shorter than him have also succeeded at that, though. Pretty sure I went to high school with a guy who was like 6'7 also. But this ain't about him.

I was confident they'd win the second game, but considering the obstacle of the 6'7 guy, I was curious to see how they did it. And they did it by taking advantage of his inexperience (which made things significantly harder for next year's team but we don't get to see them, so that's a problem for another time) and also using their new skills! It was very fun to watch. LOVE HOW POWERFUL THAT NEW QUICK IS, HOLY SHIT. Hinata is so small but that makes his opponents underestimate him, which makes it so much fun when he shocks the hell out of them with his quick or his jumps (or something else)! AND HIM GETTING THE FINAL POINT BY USING THE SAME MOVE HE USED ON LEV AT THE TRAINING CAMP WAS REALLY GREAT. HINA I'M SO PROUD OF YOU SWEETIE.

I still don't know the names of the other two benched second years, but I find Ennoshita incredibly entertaining. I've never read the manga (if someone knows where I can read it, I would highly appreciate pointing me in that direction!), but I know that he becomes captain once Daichi graduates, and I can see why! Plus, he's just a funny little guy. Underrated king, actually. I love watching him pick on Tanaka and Nishinoya. And clearly, Yamaguchi agrees!

Alright listen. I am basing this off his looks alone. The captain guy that was trying to get Kiyoko's number? Certified hottie. I want him. I need him, I fear. He was already hot with his ears pierced and then he hit me with the tongue piercing and it was over. I am so excited to see him and his team play against Karasuno. I just want to watch him run around on my screen for a little. I'm ace, but baby do I have eyes. Does my attraction to him match my level of love for Asahi, Suga, or Kuroo? No, of course not. But OOOOOOH THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I'VE EVER UNDERSTOOD WHEN PEOPLE SAID THEY WANTED SOMEONE HOT TO STEP ON THEM (not that he could because according to the Haikyuu wiki, Sexy McTonguePiercing isn't even a full inch taller than I am).

HINATA PROTECTING KIYOKO WAS ADORABLE I LOVE MY SON. HE'S SUCH A SWEET BABY I WILL PROTECT HIM WITH MY LIFE. LEAVE HIM ALONE CAPTAIN HOTTIE MCHOTFACE. And Kiyoko's thank you was so genuine and sweet! That being said, did the team have to tease my son about his cute little lunch? Justice for Hinata lmao.

Anywho, I'm going to dream about Tongue Piercing guy and also get much needed rest (I may have stayed up until 4 AM last night oops). I'll be back tomorrow!

Also lmao sorry about the thirsting for the captain guy, I literally do not know what kind of spell he's put on me.

[gotham-native]

Omg I am SO sorry my bad . I realised after sending that my phrasing wasn't super clear and then...adhd happened and I forgot to clarify...I just meant your ideas/headcanons/little anecdotes for all the demelonzostrap kits you mention in that post you linked. Again my bad!! But I'd love to hear abt them if you feel like it

Your all good boo i do the same thing all the time

OK OK OK SOOOOOOO

So really quick as I've said Plato and Jemima are Macavitys, Platos mom was one of Macavitys henchcats and she passed away during childbirth so Demeter adopted him and Jemima is Macavity's and Demeter's (i need to make my Macavity children HC post lol)

Demeter and Munkustrap

They have two kitten one boy and a girl (Sillabub)

Their son Telemachus is his papa's little twin. He is mainly black and grey like his papa but has some gold/brown peppered in from his mom. He's wants to be just like his papa. he is the bravest boy and once scared of the scariest dog ever all by himself (his papa definitely didn't help at all no way). he's one of those kitten who like yells, very yappy and also like those kittens who like ?¿fight¿? all the time. bro is just ready to post up and his favorite target was his papas tail

SILLABUB, baby baby girl, she is gold, black and grey and is such a daddy's girl and for a while would only fall asleep when he was holding her/talking to her, which is why Alonzo started doing the night patrols. she wants to the tribes story teller like her papa is and every week they have a story night where they tell each other stories. she doesn't like loud sounds and spends most of her time at her first jellicle ball with her papa or grandpa

and Alonzo and Demeter

they have three kittens two boys and a girl (Persephone) (i literally can't name men it's embarrassing)

Their oldest boy Dimitri is gold/brown and black and has his dads markings. he's like his mama, quiet and sweet but willing to fight a bitch. he is like his dad in the way that he does not like house life and when he was old enough he started living in the junkyard with his dad.

Their daughter PERSERPHONE, shes black white and brown. she is a very independent kitten and was the first of her sibling to open her eyes and start walking. she also a little hater like her dad and the glare down. she's a big fan of her uncle misto, can't stand her uncle tugger and her and her dad judge him off to the side during the ball. She has cussed someone out before, her mama and dad were very proud. she likes to listen to her uncle misto talk about magic and is the president of the misto fan club and the co president of the tugger hate club

Then their youngest boy, Romeo he looks like his dad just with out some of his face markings. he's the baby and is well aware of this fact and has pulled the 'I'm just a baby' card many times before. he is a slinky spiny jumpy kitten like his dad and never sits still. and likes to dance like his dad. he likes to be around his grandma jenny and likes to help her boss around the mice and cockroaches and likes to hear about his grandpa Skimble's times on the train and begs his parents to let him go on the train one day, so far they've said no but he's not giving up.

(i named them now so i edited it)

[where-are-the-spooky-gays-2]

Uh. Religious trauma? ! !! ! !! !!

Guilty pleasure au as of lately: Good Religious Virgil x Corrupting Punk Remus.

It is tearing me apart inside but I'm reminding myself cringe is dead and cliches are cliches for a reason they were good 😭 also I literally cannot decide on an age range for this because it seems very highschool-y but also college. Collage. Kooleg. Whatever Temmie says in Undertale. Man I love Undertale.

Anyway like. Something something "I go to church" something something "he's an angel to have in class, quiet and efficient in his work" something something probably-a beige-baby Virgil with his Beige as fuck family (not by V's choice) who want him to just. go into accounting or something typical. And get a wife. Have kids. Picket fence and a dog.

but then there's this GUY who has TATTOOS and FACIAL HAIR and SMOKES and has a MOTORCYCLE and he speaks with the serpent's tongue with sin and debauchery but damn virgil has never loved reptiles more

idk why I read that in my head like slam poetry.

It starts simple with music. Virgil comes over to hang out or they go out and Remus is like "oh I love this song" and Virgil listens to it and finds out he likes it too. And he wants to know more. Remus gives him a plethora of music to listen to through Spotify links until Virgil finds his favorite.

It goes from there.

Virgils out of the house more. His parents are so proud. He doesn't know he's wearing different clothes underneath his white hoodie and that he dresses up in a random parking lot on the way to see Remus. And he undoes it before he leaves. They don't know the concerts he's going to or the things he's learning or the weed this man is most definitely smoking (devil's lettuce fits perfect with this don't @ me) and they definitely dont know about the boys (just one actually) hes kissing. They think he's met a nice young friend. They just think he's their good son Virgil still.

He's Virgil. Good is a very subjective term.

Remus doesn't force him into any of it btw he literally just. not even offers half of it. Virgil takes initiative so much more than he thinks. The only thing Remus does is like "this is a sin" "if we don't sin, he died for nothing. Let's make it worth it for him". Virgil still kisses him first.

Picture poor sweet Beige Parents when Virgil moves out and comes back for a proper visit like a year later (bro def. kept his distance while figuring himself out) and he's just. not what he looked like when he left. How they react is totally up to interpretation but either way, he's going home with Remus and definitely forgot about the hickey on his neck while visiting 💀

Y'know all the vibes? It's a cliche religious trauma-y guilty pleasure

— 👑

Okay but I legit fucking L O V E E V E R Y T H I N G about this!!! Vee's just your typical "good" religious man who does what he's told and has high expectations from his family and then he meets Ree who's about to give this man the fastest Emo sinner speedrun XD I absolutely adore how much Ree is teaching Vee to not give a fuck and just do what he wants and live his own life and you can really see how freeing it is for him everytime he meets up with the chaotic Punk and after he moves out (Also I'm cackling at the thought of Vee's parents still being oblivious about Vee and just assume the hickey was from him "falling" XD)

[weltato]

I'm watching the most recent US Ghosts episode (2x14 Trevor's Body) and I need to write down all of the points that make me go either "oh!" or "oh?" or "holy shit" etc. Warning for excessive use of caps lock bc I got excited and tbh this is mostly just my thoughts as I'm watching. Fangirl mode: engaged.

First thing's first: Trevor's body has indeed been found! Of course he gets fished up XD

NIGEL IS BACK BITCHES!

And the ant club, the ant club is back! They have Pete as a new member, oh my gosh I didn't know I needed to see Pete & Thor friendship so much

TREVOR'S PARENTS!? EXCUSE ME!? THAT'S SO COOL AND INTERESTING BUT KINDA MORBID???

Alberta said Yiddish words and I'm so proud of her, look how happy she looks and Sass is so resigned we love him

(side note: I'm not Jewish so I've no idea what she said but I'm guessing it's something akin to "parents" or the like, someone pls teach me)

JENKINS!! JENKINS HOW DARE YOU!! SIR!! THEY'VE JUST DONE THE KISS OK LET THEM HAVE IT STOP TRYING TO STIR UP DRAMA TF IS WRONG WITH YOU I KNOW YOU'RE JEALOUS GO SULK IN THE CORNER!!

He's about to get smacked I swear

He even tried to stop them getting together in the first place, man is so bitter, Nigel just talk to him and explain pls

Oh no his parents are divorced oh Trevor no I'm so sorry, look at him he looks so broken HETTY THIS MAN NEEDS A HUG ASAP

"Peter, as our resident cuckold-" 😂 Thanks Hetty

AND THE MAN IN QUESTION WALKS IN, TURN AROUND ISAAC, TURN AROUND AND WALK OUT

FLOWERRRRR Flower bestie, the one time we wanted you lucid

NOW WE HAVE TWO VERY UPSET PEOPLE IN THIS HOUSE

oh no sad Trev again, aw he looks so upset bless him

oh my gosh, Jay is just sat there reading 🤣 iconic does he do this every time they're all plotting together?

aw noooo, Trev it wasn't you, it wasn't your death that did it (probably hopefully maybe) they might have had problems before who knows?? just have Sam ask them

my goodness Jay is so invested, look at him being a good husband and friend, he just accepted the parent trap idea

and of course Thor takes "trap" literally XD

Lenny and Esther, amazing names (I actually really like the name Esther this makes me so happy)

Oh no... This is the look of a man who knows he done goofed

Nigel....what did you do?? Answer me honestly, what happened??

ohno

ohnononono

Isaac has enough self-confidence issues as it is DO NOT COMPOUND THINGS!!

a respite doesn't cut it buddy, Isaac is hurt now, you have hurt him, how dare you, you're gonna have Hetty and Thor coming for you mate

damn it Jenkins!!

oh my gosh it's Nancy! the cholera ghosts are getting a shoe in the door, good for them!

"Isaac is now second most famous cuckold in the house" you didn't have to kill him again Thor

oh Alberta, no. as much as I know you're wanting to help Isaac that is not going to help

please don't suggest he goes for Jenkins this will stir up more problems

omgosh Thor you beauty

but a Puritan? really? at another household? oof, that's gonna be heavy

THANK. YOU. SASSAPIS! clever boy

and Isaac asks about the Puritan anyway 🤣 of course he does

and now we're back to Trevor- IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT I PROMISE T^T

"we're going to hell" don't tell Hetty, she can make you go down on 'em

and of course Albert and Flower watched XD that tracks with them so well

Sass being the good guy until Hetty appeared....yeah, sure pal, sure

and Hetty found it "educational" uh huh, yeah, sure thing Hetty, you keep telling yourself that

Trev looks rightfully disgusted

shouting through windows, lovely ngl I find this so awkward

yes Isaac I'm just as uncomfortable as you are buddy

Trevor 1968-2000 he's 40! he doesn't look it honestly

aww, that's actually a sweet little memorial

yay! Isaac is forgiving Nigel! yay!!

Jenkins is in fact a son of a bitch, well said Isaac It's all your fault, Jafar Jenkins

ohmygosh moving in? moving in? yes?

yes you are baby stepping Nigel but Isaac needs this let him have it

MOVING IN!

told you Trev, told you, not your fault - DAMN IT LENNY WHILE THEY WERE IN SCHOOL?? DO YOU HAVE NO SHAME SIR?

someone give Trevor a hug or so help me I will scream

thank you Alberta TvT lowkey wanted Hetty but you work too, that's so sweet

yeah, you guys ARE #couplegoals you totally are, you're so sweet, the only people that I can say are also goals are Alison and Mike

(who wants another crossover episode?)

oh so is Thor 35 then? good to know

yep, the ghosts are children confirmed

and of course we end with Trevor trying to kill Tara Reid

Ok so that was a trip and a half, I'm excited for next episode now.

[the-twst-cast-needs-therapy]

I'm binging the Diasomnia chapters. Holy fucking shit-

I am keeping you updated!!!

Spoilers ahead!!!

UPDATES:

-THE HUMMING WITH THE TITLE SRCREEN OMG!!! (18:33, 12.9)

-16YO ORTHO?! OH I'M SO PROUD OF HIM! EVEN IF HE ISN'T REAL (18:33, 12.9)

-Well I'm officially stuck with the "Sus goop" let's hope I can level up high enough. Idk how this will be possible tho. My chances look rather slim (12.9).

-HAHA, I DID IT!! (Barely). Waaaa Ortho is such a clever boy. Also mama and papa Shroud?! So cute!! I love mama Shrouds voice and I love how she immediately sprung into action. (14.9, 12:23)

-i'm sensing that I will see Ortho in his Cerberus gear soon (14.9. 12:30)

-WAAAAA IT'S SO COOL. Also wtf do you mean "password protected folders"

-"You're one of our beloved sons too, Or" WHAT IF I DIED. OH MY GOD THEY ARE SO SWEET. AND THE SHROUDS LOOKING OUT FOR ORTHOS WELLBEING AJDHRHDHHDHDJDJDJDJDJJDHDHDHS

-struggling a bit with sebek. I hope we'll be fine and I can get through this quickly (14.9 12:51)

-HAHA I DID IT. (14.9, 12:57) I also like how all battles with malleus so far have been unwinnable. Anyways I think the next chapter will be Lilia themed!! (55)

-GUESS WHO WAS RIGHT! WAAA THE THEME AS WE ENTERED THE FOREST IS SO PRETTY. (14.9, 13:02)

-Lilia is beating my ass due to my lack of floral characters :( I'm stuck, currently training his son (Mal) to Beat him (15.9. 8:23)

-gave in and payed the damm 10 diamond fee. It's all good because Baur and (general) Lilia face reveal!!! AND SILVER FINALLY SAID THE "F" WORD TO DREAM LILIA (father) (22:45, 15.9)

-A NEW BATTLE MECHANIC?! OH GOD (22:48, 15.9)

-Really loving the Macro aggression of Baur towards his grandson (23:21. 15.9 )

-"HIS EGG LIKE VISAGE" SEBEK, THE MAN THAT YOU ARE!!! SHDHDHDHHSJS (23:21; 15.9)

-I'm scared of the new battle mechanic....

-not Lilia usin his own child as BAIT

-why do the iron clads have tanks... (16.9. 21:50)

-LILIA PROTECTING SILVER, RAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! THE FATHERLY INSTINCT IS KICKING IN!!!! Apparently I ate up all the ENG Version had to offer so far. That means some resting time for me until the next chapters come out. (17.9. 9:01)

-"Even in a dream you're still my-" OH WHAT IF I DIED ON THE SPOT????

-okay I just decided to look at some fan translations to continue, here are my thoughts:

-MELEANOR IS SO FUCKING HOT SHHDHDHDHDJ PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE (her voice is so stunning)

-Her and Lilia bickering is so funny, my god she is ruthless

-"Dragons can only hatch with the magic and love of their parents and only with true love" OH FUCK OFF I KNOW WHERE THIS IS GOING AND I DONT LIKE IT

-"I DONT UNDERSTAND THE LOVE KF PARENTS. I HAVE NEVER LOVED SOMEONE EITHER...." oh my god OH MY GODNDHDHDHDGDHHDHSBS

-PROPOSAL?!

WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAZEHEHHDHDBSVDHSHHS OH MY GDODJJDHDHDHDBDNDN

Okay but same tho she's very pretty

-wooow silver is related to the knight if dawn who belongs to the SILVER owls. What a shocker.

-I love that the knight of dawn is just silvers facial render with longer hair and some blonde pigment slapped on to it. A for Effort

-Bro (Silver) is about to create a new ocean with the tears he's shedding. MF found out who he was related to and just decided to die on the spot.

-A CRYING BABY IS BABDHHDHDHDHDGSGSGSH BABY SILVER TIME!!!!????

-Omg silver is technically hundreds of years old??? Slay

-LILIA TRIED TO KILL LITTLE SILVER?! Or at least thought about it for a brief second, you know..

-"is it possible for someone like me to love a human?" OH WHEN I GET YOU WRITING TEAM, WHEN I FUCKING GET YOU SZSGEHHDJSHSJSJDJSJ AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA WHAT IS THIS GAME?!

-"please don't, father. I don't deserve to be loved by you"

i'm going to fucking explode what the fuck.

-Genuinely shut the fuck up Silver. I know you're going through an identity crisis but you are so worthy of love.

-The fucking acorn necklace. When I tell you I JUMPED FROM MY SEAT!

-"papa please stay healthy and we will stay together forever" SHUT UP AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

-"with this bracelet i fell like I could live another 1000 years" PLEASE STOP OH MY GOD

-NOT SILVER SEEING HIMSELF AS HIS BIO FATHER AND BEING FORCED TO FIGHT WITH LILIA WHO DOESN'T RECOGNIZE YOU. IM GOING TO HURL

-SILVER STOP TRYING TO DIE OH MY GOD