#reading this and getting teary eyed i literally said

[sukunas-wife]

HI OML I LIVE UR WORKS THEY MAKE ME BAWL MY EYES OUT AH 😭

can you please do sukuna reader and yuji going in the caffe and yuji trying hot chocolate for the first time ?

i literally live you so much <3

🥹 ILL DO IT DO IT FOR BABY YUJI

“What the hell, why?” Sukuna eyed you suspicious of your question.

“Ryomen Sukuna-” covering your toddlers ears you gave his dad a look. “You walk around shirtless with four arms and two faces at 8 foot whatever everyday, I’m just asking you to down size and lose the second pair of arms for maybe 2 hours.”

Sukuna grumbled crossing his arms over his chest taking his son when he reached out for his dad “Shame I’m the only one who walks around shirtless in this house.” Holding Yuji on one arm the ruffled his boys hair, “What do you say brat? Do we go do whatever your mom wants or do we rip our shirts off?”

“Shirts!” Yuji screamed immediately trying to rip his shirt to copy his already shirtless dad. “That’s my boy!” Sukuna cheered him on when he managed to tear the hem slightly, “We don’t wanna go, two against one remember that parable or something you read a cord of 2 or whatever.” Sukuna turned away from your cold glare propping Yuji on his shoulder “It’s not like we really belong in public anyways.”

You huffed, looking down, sniffling, the tears burning your eyes as they start to roll and you took a shaky breath “Ryo please, I just wanted to spend some time with you and Yuji at the cafe where I first saw you. Yuji hasn’t seen the city and I just wanted one maybe two hours of your time but you won’t even do that..” your shoulders shaking as you tried to not cry, Yuji who was piggy backing on his dad’s broad shoulders pulled his hair “You made mommy cry!”

Sukuna rolled his eyes sighing heavily, “crying won’t solve your problems y/n, I said no.” Yuji pouted tugging he dad hair as if they were reigns to a horse, “daddyyy” he whined and leaned over his dads head to look at him.

Sukuna huffed before trying to gently flip his brat onto the bed “Stop you’re not helping.” Yuji giggled before running over to you, wedging his body between your knees to hug your waist, “It’s okay mommy we can still go, daddy doesn’t have too.” You sniffled rubbing Yuji’s back, “My sweet little Yuji.” Your teary eyes broke Sukuna when he finally looked at you, “FINE. Im killing anyone who gets in my way.” You smiled standing up and taking Yuji’s hand, “Good we’ll be waiting at the entrance.” You placed a quick kiss on Sukuna’s cheek and he just looked at you in disbelief, “You turned my own blood on me with your fanciful tears, disgusting.” He side eyed you as you closed the room door not hearing or seeing him smirk “What a woman.”

He stood there before calling for Uraume to come get his robes ready, he’d be needing smaller attire for the day.

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It didn’t take long for Sukuna to alter his appearance. He stood in a simple wide armed white Robe with a printed belt and plain scarf. On his shoulders was a giggling Yuji who kept reaching up to the passing branches his chubby hands smacking Sakura branches making them shake and fall. On the occasion step Sukuna would purposely shake him to make him hold tighter and scream. You’d smile watching until you got to the city, “let’s hurry! It’s just before lunch.” You hugged Sukuna’s arm, looking up at him with that damn smile, he caved “Hold on brat.”Yuji immediately gripped tightly to his dad’s hair as Sukuna hoisted you up, “I’ll make this quick.”

It felt like a breeze to before you refocused and Sukuna was already putting you down keeping Yuji on his shoulders. “Down.” Yuji bounced on his dad’s shoulders. “No, if I put you down you’re just going to run around.” You smiled at Sukuna placing a hand on his arm, “Sit down with him Ryo I’ll do everything else.” Sukuna looked at you with his usual resting face that looked like a frown, Yuji unknowingly matting his dad’s hair while he played with it. Sukuna caved leaving your side to sit in a corner booth away from everyone, he crossed his arms over his chest after he put Yuji down to sit next to him. Yuji smacked his hands on the table “daddy!” “Hm.” Looking down at his son “That’s man’s talking to mommy!” He stood up in the bench one chubby hand smacked on the table the other chubby finger pointing at a man talking to you, “That’s the cashier brat.” “…. oh…. WHAT ABOUT HIM!” He pointed to man who was now talking to you, you had a forced smile and almost a sympathetic look, “Go bite him.”

There went Yuji throwing himself under the table running to fight his dad’s battles, “for daddy!” Was all you heard before you watched the man in front of you yelp and shake his leg, looking down you saw Yuji clinging to the man’s pant, jaw locked on his thigh almost growling. “Yuji.” You forced back your smile coughing to cover a laugh. “Baby let go.” He side eyed you when you grabbed his sides and he let go, standing up you held Yuji’s hand, “Like I said this is my son and that’s my husband.” The man turned to find Sukuna staring at hin with more than an intimidating look, “forgive me.” The man bowed his left and quickly moved off, you smiled down at Yuji ruffling his messy hair, “My little knight in shining armor hm?” He puffed out his chest smiling “yeah!”

After you grabbed your tray with drinks and let Yuji carry the paper bag of sweets you ordered, you made your way to the booth where Sukuna was staring aimlessly out the window. Watching as Yuji slid into your side of the booth you set the drinks down, “Black coffee with 6 packs of sugar,” you turned to Yuji smiling pulling him into your lap “I got you some special, the waitress has to bring it okay?” He nodded “okay!” He still hadn’t let go of the paper bag Sukuna had been silently eyes as he drank his Coffee, “hand em over.”

You sighed smiling watching your husband try to pry the paper bag from Yuji’s hands, Yuji who slipped off your lap holding the bag to his chest and turning away, “no!”

“Here are your drinks! Two hot chocolates one kids with extra whipped cream.” The waitress quickly left after seeing how your husband was playing tug o war with Yuji who was standing on the booth seat. “Listen brat-” Yuji let the bag go mouth and eyes opening wide as he saw the pile of cream on the short cup, “What’s that?” Bringing his tiny fists to cover his mouth you could see the sparkle in his eyes, “I want you to try it.” He sat himself in your lap reaching for cup that you slowly put in his chubby hands. He spread his fingers over the cup “it’s hot.” “It is, so be careful.” You guided the cup supporting it from below when he tried of drink from it. The first thing to happen was mushing his face into the whipped cream that made you laugh and Sukuna scoffed with a slight smile. Pulling the cup away, “Let’s try to clear some of that up,” you took a spoon scooping out a dent in the whipped cream to see the hot chocolate, bringing to spoon to Yuji he opened his mouth wide. You watched as he closed his mouth and his eyes widened and he clapped his hands “Is good! Daddy! Try!” You both looked at Sukuna, the smile on his face unfaltering as he rested his face against his propped up hand, “You try it first brat.”

Yuji nodded looking determined “I will!” Taking the cup in both hands, your hand guiding the cup, you saw how he stuck his tongue out to test both chocolate first before starting to drink. You looked at Sukuna who looked equally as shocked when your son started to take bigger brinks. When he put the half empty cup down he let out a loud “Aahhh dalichous.” (Delicious) Your smile couldn’t be held back as your peppered the side of his face you could reach with kisses “Look at my little man,” you placed a kiss on his cheek, “so grown you have a little mustache.” He giggled at your kisses shaking in your hold. “Try it daddy…” Yuji wiggled out of your lap just to run to Sukuna, trying to climb into his lap. Sukuna who wanted to resist couldn’t when Yuji looked at him with those big pleading eyes and pulling and on his sleeve, something he definitely learned from you. Sukuna rolling his eyes let Yuji into his lap grumbling about how he better not get comfortable. You watched as Sukuna opened his mouth, his free hand guiding Yuji’s so he could drink from the cup. Yuji’s closed eye smile making Sukuna waver, “it’s… good.” You and Sukuna both watched as Yuji never shifted off his dads lap, holding his cup with two chubby hands drinking and eating pecan cookies until his tummy with round and he fell asleep leaning back against his dads chest. Watching as Ryo held Yuji against his chest, you couldn’t help but awe.

The rest of your visit with your husband was filled with Yuji’s soft snoring, as you both talked quietly about how much things had changed, Sukuna suggesting another child, preferably another boy. You rolled your eyes and would’ve swatted him if Yuji wouldn’t have been cradled against him. Soon enough you all got up ready to go. The quiet snores because Sukuna had fixed Yuji to let his chest on his, and his head tucked between his neck and shoulder. “You’ll stay warm like this.”

Your walk home was peaceful, Yuji was sleeping, drooling on his daddy without a care in the world and you were hugging Sukuna from his side. His free arm moving to hug your waist and keep you warm and with him, he looked down at you, that mischievous smirk, “So, about that second son-“ he was hit with falling snow that had you laughing so hard you had to stop the breath, “We’ll see.”

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Ty everyone and for my tag list! My Brains been everywhere but i try!

Sorry it’s so long! I need some background lol

@cyder-puff @domainofmarie @satorisgirl @sad-darksoul the other 2 wouldn’t let me tag!

I’m sorry 🤍 but tyty for everything

[axelsagewrites]

Aegon Targaryen*Daughter

Pairing: aegon x mum!reader

Word count: 1904

Warnings: unexpected pregnancy, aegon having a bad reaction, absent father, mentions of alcholism and drug abuse, mentions of birth/morning sickness, aegon coming back

Part one here or read alone

Masterlist Here

“Pregnant? You can’t be- you’re not- how?” you sat back as Aegon shot up from your bed, instantly pacing the bedroom as he tried to come to terms with it. you couldn’t blame him you suppose. After all you’d spent a whole week trying to convince yourself it was a lie and your roommate had to literally slap some sense into you. “But we were so safe?”

“Condoms aren’t perfect I guess,”

“But you were on the pill,”

“Its only like 90 something percent effective, look I don’t know,” you let out an exasperated sigh as Aegon looked at you with eyes bulging out his skull.

He walked over and picked up the test, “Maybe you did it wrong,”

“I didn’t do it wrong Aegon I did 20 of them!” you snapped, instantly regretting it as he sunk down on the bed next to you.

You went to speak but he finally broke the silence but broke your heart at the same time, “You’re getting rid of it right?” ‘it’. the words hit like a brick colliding with glass.

“I hadn’t decided yet,” you admitted in a quite voice but loud enough for Aegon to rub his hands over his eyes before dropping his head between his knees, “But we’ll figure it out Aegon. We’ll make it work,” you told him, trying to rub his back but he snapped back up.

“Maybe you can,” he said, his voice cracking, “Not me. I can’t be a dad. Look at me!” he said, standing up and pointing to himself like he was an exhibition, “I am a fucking mess I can’t raise a kid! Ill break it!” he said as he started to pace again.

“They’re not it!” you yelled back standing up too.

“Don’t yell at me!” he screamed as he turned around, his eyes instantly softening when he saw you stepping back, “I’m so- “

“Get out,” you managed to grit out through clenched teeth, “You don’t get to talk to me like that. Leave. Now,”

Aegon paused, his hand half reached out to try comfort you before he sighed and turned around. He headed to the door with his head hung low, “If you need me to go to the doctors- “he started to mumble as he reached for the door handle.

“I won’t need you. ever. You’ve made that clear enough,” you forced the words out your mouth even though they burned you to even saw them. You saw his heart shatter, but you didn’t care as you laid a hand on your stomach.

-

Telling your parents was defiantly not something you looked forward to. You told your best friend Heleana first who offered to fly out the next weekend to see you, but you insisted you were fine. She however insisted on being there to tell your parents to make sure you were okay. the whole time you refused to tell her who the father was.

“Who’s the dad?” your mother asked after a very long and teary-eyed conversation.

Your eyes wandered to Heleana. She reached for your hand and tried to say something, but you cut her off, “I’m so sorry Hel,” you whispered making her tilt her head. You cleared your throat and spoke up so they could all hear, “Its Aegon,”

Heleana’s grip on your hand loosened as her eyes fell to the floor. For a moment you thought you’d lost her too btu then you felt her hand squeeze yours again, “What did he say?” she asked but she could tell from the look on your face, “I will fucking kill him,”

-

It was the first time you’d heard her swear but not the last time it was brought up when discussing Aegon. You ended up telling her the full story later that night and she was ready to fly out and kill him. the only issue was no one knew where he was. Alicent was used to that by now though you could see it begin to weigh on her know he’d been gone for 3 months.

You however were now 4 months pregnant, postponing school, and unable to hide it any longer. “Alicent?” you asked as you awkwardly shuffled into the room with Aemond and Heleana behind you as backup. Aemond had sussed it out pretty quickly though was equally shocked by the father when you told him.

Alicent smiled at you from where she sat on the sofa reading her novel, “Is everything alright dear?”

“I need to tell you something,”

-

Alicent was silent as she processed it all before suddenly taking your hands with a teary smile but a happy one still, “Thank you for telling me sweetheart. Its going to be okay,” And for a while it was. Well, if you didn’t mind the morning sickness and ballooning to the size of a small house. That and still no one had heard from Aegon.

Heleana had helped pick out the decorations for the nursery in your new flat. Yes, a new flat paid for by Alicent. Well technically it was one of her rentals she had inherited when her father died but she decided to let you live there free of charge as well as telling you she’d help out when you decided to go back to school.

Aemond helped you get a job in the restaurant he’d been at for years and even though working as a waitress could be draining at the best of times you knew it would be worth it. especially now you were holding your daughter in your arms.

She was adorable with tuffs of blonde, white hair covering her perfect head. She was such a giggly baby, always gurgling away with a smile. Heleana had to go back to university, but Alicent made sure to adjust her schedule to have the baby when you were at work. Everything was finally feeling good again.

“Hush little baby doesn’t say a word,” you whisper sang to your baby as your nighttime routine with her, but she was already out from a long day at the park with her gran. As you laid her in her crib you heard the doorbell ring.

You froze, watching your daughter who initially stirred but luckily didn’t wake. You quickly padded to the front door, shutting the room to the nursery as you did. when you looked through the peep hole you felt your stomach tighten but still you reached for the door handle.

“Aegon?” you asked as he began to turn and walk away, probably assuming you weren’t in.

He spans back around, “Hey. I- “he began to stutter, “My brother said I could find you here,” you mentally cursed Aemond but stayed standing in the doorway, “I needed to talk to you,”

“Maybe I don’t want to talk to you,”

You saw the hurt in his eyes, but you didn’t care. well at least you tried not to. “I should go,” he muttered, turning to leave once more.

You sighed. Even if you hated him for what he said he was still your daughter’s father, “Wait!” you called out, wincing at the noise you made. Aegon turned back, “Come in,” you sighed.

He walked in in silence, sitting down on the couch you pointed him to as you sat in your armchair. You turned to the table beside you and flicked the baby monitor on. “How is she?” Aegon broke the silence with his head hanging low.

“She’s okay,” you paused but decided to go on, “She’s got your hair but my eyes and all she ever does is laugh,”

“Just like you then?” Aegon smiled softly, looking up as for the first time in a year you shared a smile with him, “I’m sorry. For what I said, for even thinking it,” he began, the smile fading, “I fucked up. Nothing I can say will fix it and I don’t think ill ever make it up to you,” he took a deep breath before continuing, “But I won’t be my father. I don’t want to only see her at Christmas and sign some cheque to pretend I care. I want to be there for her, and you. if you’ll let me,”

He said it so sincerely, but you couldn’t help the pit in your stomach, “What if you leave again?” you whispered. “I didn’t even know where you went,”

“I won’t,” he said firmly, “I know I fucked up. That night I left, and I ended up back at square one. Maybe less than one. All I remember is me leaving then waking up in a field surrounded by broken bottles. I couldn’t face you after. Not after how hard you worked to help me,”

“I kept it up for a bit, the drinking. Bounced around some houses sleeping on couches. Drank myself to sleep every night,” he continued his ramble, all while his eyes stared at the empty ground, “Then one night I was drunk again at a party and some guy offered me something. I almost took it. but something just snapped,”

“I checked myself into rehab the next day. Aemond’s been helping me, but he refused to tell me anything about you or well her. I couldn’t blame him. I was there for about four months. Got sober. Got better. Got another therapist. Ended up getting some jobs here and there. I work down at the Carstark Warehouses. Pays not much but enough to get by,”

Aegon paused again and finally looked up, “I really am sorry. I don’t expect you to forgive me or feel bad, but I am sorry,” he said as he pulled an envelope out his pocket, “Take it,”

“I don’t need your money,”

Aegon sighed as he leaned forward and held it out to you. hesitantly you took it. inside was letters though. You pulled them out. At least thirteen of them, you weren’t too sure as your eyes began to well up. Some were to you, but most was to your daughter. “I brought this too,” he said making you look up.

He was holding a white plush bunny, your favourite animal, with a bow on its neck. “I got it when I saw my mums post on Facebook with the baby. I thought she should have it,” he said as he reached out to give it to you.

You shook your head this time, “No. you should give it to her. not me,” you said as you stood up, “You want to see her?”

Aegon shot out his seat, rubbing the sweat of his palms on his jeans, “Yeah course,”

You nodded as you led him to her nursery, “She’s asleep so you need to be quiet. I don’t want to wake her,” Aegon nodded as you creeped the door open.

Together you both walked in and for a moment before you turned around you thought he might run away again. However, when you turned and saw his awestricken face staring at your daughter you somehow knew he wouldn’t. he tenderly walked over to the crib, a tear trickling down his cheek as he held the crib by its rails. “I can’t believe I missed her being here,” he whispered so softly you barely heard him.

“You’re here now,” you whispered back, rubbing a hand on one of his shoulders while leaning on the others. “Just please don’t leave again,”

“I won’t. I’m never going anywhere again,”

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Part One Tags: @heavenly1927 @aemonds-holy-milk

[dropthedemiurge]

How am I supposed to move on from Love for Love's Sake when main actors can't and don't want to move on themselves?:'))

Taevin and Joowan finished filming commentary with director (for Bluray LFLS edition), then immediately went to IG live (Joowan joined randomly) and started flirting in front of everyone's salad and talk about the series and their plans for future (not even show-wise, just eating meat, camping together help they really don't wanna get separated awww)

Reminds me of the last fanmeeting when they were teary-eyed saying goodbye to the characters and how precious they both treat this BL story in their life :') (such a breath of fresh air when BL actors in conservative society love their work and proud of it so much, right?)

I cannot leave this zone fr watch me buy every extra content and rewatch the show for 100th time as well... but I'm not ashamed anymore cuz I know those two are doing the same xD

UPDATE: Joowan literally started the video call with saying 'Hello, sweetheart!' to Taevin. And then giggled in satisfaction while Taevin softly greeted him back. And they barely remembered about fans being there after they chatted for 15min with each other (while randomly going 'oops it's not our own video call uuh let's read comments?' a couple of times) and then said goodbye like 'Let's chat later~ Stay safe~ Bye~ Bye~ Ah wait goodbye to fans as well...' like thanks for remembering we exist? xD COME ON??

I am. I am never moving on.

[hihhasotherfixations]

Theme Park - Price x Reader

CW: none, no gender mentioned for the reader so anyone can read ^^

This is pure fluff and just Price being the dad I know he is

While you’re out at a theme park for a day, a little girl approaches you, saying she’s lost her dad.

Not wanting to leave her alone, you decide to help her reunite with him

Word Count: 5542

Standing by the little food stand, you were eagerly looking at the delicious - yet overpriced - food in your hand.

All around, people walked, shouted, laughed and ran. You were at the amusement park and by god was it busy. Or at least too busy for your liking.

Just earlier, you’d stood in line for a water ride for 30 minutes, only to be constantly bumped into and crowded forward by a group of teens too rowdy for their own good. After the fourth time and the fact that you were only halfway in the waiting line to a ride you didn’t even want to really go on in this chilly weather, you just gave up.

So now here you stood, buying overpriced but deliciously warm food from a vendor.

Thanking the saleswoman, you gave her a little smile and nod as you took your precious new treasure, intending to move to a secluded place where you could eat it in peace while people-watching.

Or at least, that was the plan for twenty whole seconds. For all of a sudden, something slammed into your lower back, curling around your waist with lightning speed.

Letting out a terrified yelp, it felt as if you jumped a meter into the air while people abruptly turned to glance at you, only to quickly calm and move on.

Snapping your head down, you saw a pair of tiny limbs wrapped around your waist, holding onto your stomach.

Wide eyed, you glanced behind yourself, being met face to face with a doe-eyed, pigtailed, brunette girl, staring right up at you.

“H-Hi there.” You said in surprise, lowering your arms from where you’d still been holding them up after the scare. When she didn’t seem to move or realise she must’ve had the wrong person - simply looking up at you with teary eyes while continuing to hold strong - you softened your eyes a little. “Can I help you, darling?”

“I’ve lost daddy.”

Just three simple words and you immediately calmed completely — her voice was soft and a little broken from her trying so clearly not to cry.

Using your free hand to lift one of hers away from your stomach, you carefully turned around in her hold to face the girl.

With a small smile, you crouched down, sitting on one knee so that you could look at her. “You lost your dad?” You asked and she nodded while pulling her hands back to her sides as she sniffled, making you hum a little. “You need me to help you find him?”

Immediately, she nodded again, tugging at the adorable bear scarf around her neck with a sad, pouty lip.

Seeing that, your smile turned fond as you shifted a little to get more comfortable. “What’s your name, darling?”

“Sophie.” She mumbled, eyeing the food in your right hand.

Seeing that, you chuckled softly, reaching and breaking off a little piece, holding it out to her. “You hungry?”

Tentatively, she nodded, looking up at you almost as if to ask for permission despite you literally holding the food out to her.

So she was polite, good to know.

“Go ahead.” You encouraged and she carefully took it, immediately starting to eat as if she hadn’t for three days, making you frown a bit.

“Thank you.” She mumbled with a shaky voice and a full mouth and you smiled at her before looking around, your smile dropping as you instead scanned the large throng of people, looking for any man seeming even slightly worried. Despite your thorough scan though, you didn’t see anyone who seemed to be looking for their child, nor did you hear anyone call the little girl’s name.

Looking back down at her, you saw she was still shaken up and took a deep breath, putting on a big smile. “Take a big breath for me, okay? Do like me.” You spoke, taking in a few loud and steady breaths, which she followed immediately.

“Daddy does that too when I’m upset.” She mumbled and you smiled, pointing at her.

“Your dad sounds like a wise man then.”

At even the mention of her dad, Sophie seemed to perk up as she vehemently nodded, wiping her nose as she sniffled. “He’s real smart.”

“Is he?” You asked, getting a little idea as you then tilted your head before tapping your finger to your chin. “Okay, well if he’s smart then does he knooww�� two plus seven?” You asked and Sophie nodded. “Oh, okay, okay.” You spoke animatedly before exaggerating a thinking face again. “Does he know… where the moon goes at night?”

“Yeah!” Sophie nodded, forgetting about the food in her hand, completely believing in her father’s abilities.

Hearing that, you nodded and squinted your eyes at the brunette, making a long ‘hmm’ sound before waggling your finger. “Does he know- rocket science?”

“He can build two rockets!” Sophie boasted and you let out a pretending gasp.

“Oh well it sounds like your dad knows everything!”

“He does!” Sophie smiled, seeming to have forgotten her anxiety from earlier and you grinned back, successful in your efforts.

“Well, then let’s go find him! You and me. It’ll be a little adventure and at the end, we can ask him a question.”

“We can ask him why cotton candy is pink!” She spoke and you slapped your knee.

“That’s a perfect question.” You nodded sagely before calming a bit with a relaxed smile, looking at the girl. “Sophie.” You hummed. “What does your daddy look like? So that we can find him quicker to ask the question.”

“He’s big.” She immediately said. “And he has a hat like yours!”

At that, you looked up, bringing your hand to your head to touch the black beanie currently keeping your skull warm. That was good to know, that did actually narrow it down a small bit. “Anything else?” You asked, hoping for maybe a shirt or other distinct piece of clothing.

Sophie thought for a second before perking up. “Oh! And he has a mustache, like this!” She spoke excitedly before putting both her pointer fingers under her nose before dragging them out and straight down to her chin, only to then pull the small digits back to her ears.

“That’s your dad’s mustache?” You asked, a little skeptical. It felt almost cartoonish in how she described it; like a supervillain from an animated movie who would twirl their mustache any time he did something sinister. It was also however, the only information you had to go off of. And given it was a very unique description, you certainly hoped it’d be true, for that would be a lot easier to spot than ‘a large man with a beanie’ - which described about three people in the vicinity already.

“Alright. So your dad is big, has a… mustache and a beanie?” You asked and Sophie nodded.

“Brown mustache!”

“Brown mustache.” You corrected. Looking around a second later, you saw a large group of people approaching and realised you were very much in the middle of the road and cleared your throat. “Why don’t we go stand to the side for a bit and you can tell me some more?” You suggested, getting to your feet and Sophie just hummed, reaching up for your hand, which you gently took.

Taking her to the side, you sat down against the barred fence, feeling a twig or two poke into you from the hedge behind it, though you ignored it in favour of being shocked when Sophie just clambered onto your lap.

“Oh, okay.” You chuckled, setting your bag down to the side of you while you instinctively put out your left arm for her to lean her back against, sitting sideways on your lap so that she could look up at you. “So. Your dad.” You hummed. “Where did you see him last?”

“By the pirate ship.”

Frowning, you reached into your bag, taking a map of the park out. Though you’d been here enough to know the general layout of things, it was more that your feet automatically knew where to take you than you actually knowing where things were. Especially relative to each other.

“Okay, let’s see. Can you hold this bit?” You held out the top left corner of the map to her, to which she instantly took it, seeming happy to help while you stretched the map out (never mentioning that your hand around her waist was holding the bottom left of the map). “So, we’re here.” You hummed, pointing at the lefthand side of the map. “And the pirate ship is here.” You pointed near the top, just right of the middle seam where the map folded.

“Is that far?” Sophie asked, her eyes scanning back and forth over the map.

Worrying at your lip, you looked between the two places as well. “It’s not super far. About fifteen minutes.” You spoke, hoping to not alarm the girl. After all, it was way further than anything any parent would be comfortable with in a park like this.

“Oh, okay.” Sophie hummed.

Seeing her frown, you quickly bounced your leg a bit, getting her attention. “How long have you been walking?”

“I dunno…”

“You don’t know? Did it feel long?”

At your question, the brunette shrugged and you took in a silent breath, trying to figure out what to do.

“How did you and your dad even get separated?” You instead decided to ask, to which the little girl froze a bit, her little head bowing down as she awkwardly played with her fingers.

“I was following ducks…” She guiltily admitted, looking down at her lap. “Daddy was busy and then I saw them. I… I’m sorry.” Her voice shifted in pitch near the end as tears filled her eyes and you panicked, quickly rubbing her back.

“No, hey, it’s okay, sweetheart. Like I said: we’ll find your dad together, okay?” You smiled reassuringly. “So you were following ducks and what was daddy doing?” You ask softly.

“He was buying food…” She mumbled and you chuckled, to which Sophie looked up, a little curious and hopeful.

“That’s why you’re hungry, huh?” You smiled at her, shaking your head. “Cause you never got that food.”

“Yeah.” She hummed and you just smiled and offered her the rest of your meal.

“How about you eat this and then we’ll go look for your dad once you’re done.”

At that, she nodded in agreement and you smiled.

While she took the stick between her hands and started eating, you looked at the map, glancing between the distance the little girl walked.

It was fifteen minutes for you, so she probably took longer. Which also meant this poor man had lost his daughter for at least twenty minutes, maybe even half an hour.

There hadn’t been a staff member who walked up to the girl yet so he probably hadn’t gone to one to ask them to look out for his daughter - because however fun this park was, it wasn’t exactly up to date. The speakers planted every other corner played music and pre-recorded announcements. Anything else? That had to fall onto the shoulders of the staff. And good luck spotting a little kid in a crowd.

Figuring the man would probably spread out from the pirate ship, you decided it would be best to head there as well and hope for the best that he was still around somewhere.

Glancing down, you saw Sophie take the last bite, holding up the empty stick to you with almost a proud motion.

“There you go, thank you!” You smiled and took the stick. “Was it good?” At your question, she nodded happily, mouth still full and your smile widened. “That’s good. You feel up for walking a bit?”

At that, Sophie swallowed her food before shaking her head no. “I have to use the potty.” She said, a pout on her face.

“Ah.” You cleared your throat. “Well, we better get that done first then.” With those words, you folded up the map and not-so-carefully stuffed it back into your bag. Sophie got the hint and slid off your lap, standing on her feet as you then got up as well, holding out a hand for her which she quickly took.

“Stick!” Sophie then exclaimed and tugged on your arm as she reached over, grabbing the left over food stick you had momentarily put beside you before. Holding that, she looked around, briefly releasing your hand as she then jogged over to a bin and reached up, getting on her tippy toes to throw it away.

Blinking a bit in surprise at how fast she’d ran away, you quickly noted to hold onto her at all times as you walked over and held your hand back out. “Come on, bathrooms are this way!” You called out and Sophie came bounding back, instantly latching onto your hand again.

With that, the two of you made it over to the bathrooms not far to the right. Walking in, you swallowed nervously, not really feeling like you belonged there with this little girl. “Uh, can you do this alone?” You asked hesitantly but to your relief, the brunet happily hummed.

Leading her into the stall, you waited outside of it by the sinks, letting out a deep sigh, processing all that happened in the last fifteen minutes.

It didn’t take long for Sophie to come out. She opened the door before seeming to remember to flush as she leaned up to push the button, rushing over to you after where she held her hands under the soap dispenser, seemingly waiting for you.

“Ah.” You jolted into action, yanking the handle to deposit the soap into her hand, which she used to wash them, slapping her soapy palms together.

Once done and dried, the two of you started out the walk to the pirate ship.

“Do you think we’ll find daddy quick?” Sophie asked, bouncing beside you and you chuckled a little, thinking for a moment what to answer.

You didn’t want to lie but you also didn’t want to make her anxious about the separation from her father.

So, you decided to take the middle ground: avoid answering the question.

“I don’t know.” You hummed. “But I know this park like the back of my hand, we’ll be fine.”

That seemed to satisfy the brunette as she nodded, settling down a bit in her hyperactivity as she instead just walked beside you.

After that, it was quiet for a minute or two.

Your head was swimming with thoughts, unsure of whether to speak or what about. Yet deep down you knew that silence wouldn’t be smart.

To your side, Sophie was taking small steps, playing with her scarf. Yet the way she held your hand betrayed her growing anxiety over the whole situation.

So, to get her attention, you gently squeezed her fingers. “Sophie, I have a question.” You asked kindly. “You say you lost your dad, but what about your mom? Is she at home?”

Your voice had been gentle as you spoke, but at it, the brunette averted her gaze and looked down, dropping her hand away from her scarf as she sadly shook her head.

Instantly, your heart lurched into your throat as you realised you hit a nerve. “Oh, sorry, Sophie.” You quickly said, trying to send a reassuring smile, though she didn’t see as she was still looking down.

“That’s okay.” She said in response, shrugging. “Daddy said she wasn’t really ready to have me.” The little girl spoke softly, looking down for a moment longer before turning her eyes up to look at you, a content look in them as she smiled. “But it’s okay! Cause I have him!”

At her words, you smiled.

“Yes you do.” You squeezed her hand as you spoke the warm words. “And from what you tell me, it sounds like he really, really loves you.” You exaggerated your words slightly, seeing the girl stick out her chest in pride.

“Not as much as I love him! I win in the love contest!” She boasted, making you chuckle.

“Do you now? Wow. You better be careful or I’m going to eat my hat in jealousy.” You joked and Sophie gasped.

“No, don’t eat it! It’s a special hat!” She pointed at your black beanie.

“And why is that?” You smiled.

“Cause it’s daddy’s hat.”

Chuckling softly, you hummed, intrigued because of the little girl’s near reverence of her dad.

“So, what does your dad do for work?” You asked, curious.

“Daddy is a captain!” Sophie exclaimed in excitement.

“Is he?” You asked, looking down at the little girl currently swinging your hand back and forth. “What kind of boat does he have? Big or small?”

At that, Sophie stopped swinging your hand and giggled, looking up at you as if you just said the sky is neon green. “Not that kind of captain, silly!”

“Oh?” You asked, confused as you looked down at her. “What kind then?” You hummed as you gently tugged her arm so that she’d move to the side and not walk into the pirate barrel bin in front of her.

“He’s a soldier captain!” She smiled, proud of her dad in a way that had your heart melting.

“A soldier captain? So your dad is saving people?” You asked and Sophie vehemently nodded.

“He won’t tell me much but I know he is!”

Smiling gently, you then looked forward again. “That’s very good.”

“And what do you do for work?” She then continued instantly. “And why are you alone? Shouldn’t you be at work? It’s the middle of the day.”

At the barrage of questions, you blinked for a second. “I’ll have you know I’m here because it’s my day off. And I’m alone because I don’t have anyone to go with.” You said, pouting a bit.

“Why not?”

“I just don’t.”

“But you could?”

“Technically.”

“Then why not?”

“Because.”

“Can I have more food?”

Huffing a chuckle, you stopped walking and looked down at the girl. “That hungry?”

Shuffling her food, she nodded, almost holding puppy eyes as she looked at you. “Please.”

“Okay.” You chuckled and looked around, seeing a hot dog stand across the square. “You like hotdogs, Soph-“

“YES!”

Her voice practically exploded from her chest and you flinched back before letting out a startled laugh. “Noted. Let’s go.”

Moving to the hotdog stand, Sophie was practically dragging you there. Her little arm outstretched as she jumped and bounced in excitement, trying to tug you along faster.

When you got there, she practically begged you for a hotdog with everything on it. Repeatedly yanking on your coat while giving puppy eyes - and how could you resist when she looked at you like that.

So now here you stood for the past fifteen minutes. By a tiny round standing table, holding your own hotdog while Sophie was sitting on the single available high seat, directly under a heat lamp installed in the parasol that covered the table.

“Y/N, it’s warm now.” Sophie suddenly whined, her voice soft and mustard smeared on her upper lip.

Huffing in amusement, you leaned in with a tissue, wiping the sauce away before reaching for her zipper. “Come here then. I’ll open your coat until we move on, alright?” You said, opening the zipper and letting some air in for the young girl.

“Thank you.” She said through a mouthful of hotdog.

Chuckling, you pulled back. “Not a problem.” Right as you said that however, you saw a glint around Sophie’s neck, catching your attention. “Sophie, what’s that?”

Her eyes opening a bit from where she had been sluggishly focused on nibbling, she looked down at herself, her chin against her sternum.

“No, around your neck.”

“Oh.” The brunette craned her neck a bit more to see the chain around her neck. “Daddy gave it for when I get lost.”

The shoe didn’t seem to drop for her but for you, you felt like slamming your head into the wooden table you were standing at. “Sophie…” You sighed. “You are lost. Can I see those?” You placed down your hotdog and reached for the little chain, pulling it out from her shirt and seeing two dog tags dangle on it, each spelling the same information.

‘Sophie Price

Telephone number:

+44 7627 374041’

“Sophie, is this your dad’s number?” You questioned and the girl lifted her head, blinking a few times before humming.

“Yeah.” She seemed to almost be discovering it herself, her energy from the past half an hour seemingly having seeped away completely. “Does that mean you can call him?”

Wetting your lips, you forced a smile onto your face and just hummed, pulling your phone out of your pocket. Dialling in the number, you hit call and brought it up to your ear.

Instantly, a deep, baritone voice sounded in your ear.

“You’ve reached John Price. Leave a message after the dial and I’ll get back to you as soon as possible.”

The drawn out beep sounded after and you groaned, shutting off the call. His phone must be off. Or empty, most likely. Cause who would turn off their phone when their kid is missing.

“Is he coming?” Sophie asked from her seat, halfway through her hotdog.

“No. He didn’t pick up.” You said, clearing your throat. At your words, the brunette frowned, a worried look overtaking her features and you softened a little. “It’s okay, we’ll stick to our old plan. We’ll just go to the pirate ship to see if he’s there, okay?”

“Okay...” Sophie mumbled, placing her food down in the little basket and pushing it away. “I’m not hungry anymore.”

“That’s okay.” You soothed, eating the last bite of your own hotdog before wiping off your hands. “Come on then, little rascal.”

Holding out your arms, you grabbed her under her armpits, lifting her down towards the ground, yet when you tried to put her down, instead she lifted her legs.

Frowning, you tried again, but she refused to stand, simply sinking through her legs.

“Sophie.” You frowned, trying again. “Sophie, stand up, come on.” You spoke, grunting a bit as you once more tried to get her to stand up. You also didn’t want to just drop her and let her lay down on the dirty ground.

“I’m tired.” She pouted, keeping limp in your arms. “Can you carry me?”

“Sophie.” You sighed but she interjected.

“No… My legs hurt.” She whined.

Letting out a frustrated breath, you lifted the girl with a grunt.

Sitting her on your left arm, she instantly wrapped her arms around your neck, burying herself into it and you just closed your eyes for a second to collect yourself.

Blowing out a breath, you then opened them again and placed your free hand on her back. “Tired?”

At your question, the little girl nodded.

Shifting her onto your hip, you bent down to grab your bag, slinging it over your free shoulder with effort.

Grabbing her leftover hotdog, you started out walking.

“I want daddy.” The little girl mumbled while practically nuzzling into your throat and you glanced down, your eyes softening.

After the distance she walked to get to you, and then the distance you’ve taken her to get back, you can imagine why she’d be tired. Especially if she already had a day of trudging through the park.

“We’ll find him soon, I’m sure.” You reassured, rubbing her back as best you could while carrying a hotdog. You didn’t even know why you were bringing it along, other than the fact that the food here was too expensive to throw.

After that, a silence stretched out while you walked. In the distance, you could finally see the mast of the pirate ship, seeing the actual body every once in a while whenever it swung up.

“Do you like Disney princesses?” Sophie then asked after a little while, pulling her head back from your shoulder to sit a bit more upright while you carried her.

Looking at the girl, you smiled. “I’m guessing that you do?”

She nodded, lifting her foot up to show you her shoe.

Glancing down, you saw several princesses depicted on her pink shoes. Aurora, Tiana, Cinderella, Ariel and more.

Chuckling, you looked at the girl with a kind look. “Do you have a favourite?”

“I like Pocahontas. She’s brave.”

“That she is.”

“But I like Merida too.” She then said, grabbing the end of her bear scarf and showing it to you.

Looking at it, at the bottom you saw the logo for the movie ‘brave’ embroidered. “Oh, I see. Yeah, Merida is really cool.” You hummed before shifting Sophie to your other arm.

Cute or not, she was heavy.

“You wanna walk again, Sophie?” You asked but immediately, she gripped your neck tight and held on with a firm pout.

“No! I like it here.”

Sighing through your nose in amused exasperation, you just bounced her a bit to hold her better and kept walking, continuing to talk about Disney princesses.

After about another ten minutes, you were finally near the pirate ship, hearing the screams of people inside the attraction as it swung up and down.

“What about other Disney movies, like the lion king?” You asked and Sophie put her hand on her chin, humming as she thought.

“I like it. But it has no princess.”

Smiling, you nudged her. “Yes it does. Nala is a princess. She becomes queen later, doesn’t she?”

Suddenly, the girl’s eyes widened as if a million doors had opened. “Really?!”

“Yes really!” You laughed.

“Nala’s a princess!” She yelled and threw up her arms.

“Sophie!” A deep voice suddenly called out and you snapped your head to the right to see a tall man running up, a black beanie perched on his head and a peculiar mustache on his face.

“Daddy!” Sophie yelled happily, immediately holding out grabby hands for him.

Running up, the man scooped her up under her armpits the moment he came within reach, pulling her into his chest and holding her tight, a hand under her bum and the other on the back of her head, keeping her close.

“You scared me to death!” The man exclaimed before huffing, his eyes closed as he just hugged his daughter for several seconds. Sophie didn’t seem to mind as she just happily hugged him back, burying her head in his neck.

Watching the scene, you just smiled softly, a flood of relief crashing through your stomach now that you’d finally found the girl’s father.

A deep sigh made you focus your eyes back to the duo as you watched the man pull back a bit, checking the little girl over - most likely for any injuries - before he pressed a kiss to her forehead and pulled her back into the hug, his eyes finally landing on you. “Thank the lord you found her.” He said, genuine elation sounding in his tone of voice despite the stern look he seemed to constantly hold.

At his words however, you just waved it away - literally. “It’s more like she found me. I just helped her wander for long enough to find you.” You smiled.

At your words however, Sophie finally pulled back from her father’s hold, her little hands reaching to hold onto his face to get his attention as she smiled. “Yeah! Y/N helped me!”

“I’m glad for that, but you are very much in trouble, young lady.” His brow furrowed into a stern look as he gazed at his daughter. “You know better than to walk away from me!”

“I’m sorry, daddy.” Sophie mumbled, looking down sadly and the man - John Price, as you recalled from his voicemail - just sighed and pulled her into another hug.

“Don’t ever do that again.”

“Okay.” Sophie mumbled.

Hearing that, John nodded at her before looking back at you, his stern look cracking to be more apologetic. “I’m very sorry to have taken up such a chunk of your day.” He spoke, filled with remorse.

“Oh no, it’s not a problem! I live about a 30 minute drive west of here so I come here a lot.” You reassured, waving his concerns away. “I hope your heart is okay.” You then joked, smiling softly.

At your comment, John chuckled shaking his head while he bounced Sophie to hold her better on his arm. “Not really, to be honest. I can handle a lot. Losing my child for two hours? That’s the line.”

Laughing softly, you nodded. “I can get that.”

“Did you see she was alone and pick her up?” He then asked and you shook your head no.

“She kinda just… latched onto me. From behind even, I didn’t even see her.” You chuckled and John frowned, looking at his daughter for an explanation, to which she pointed to the both of you at the same time.

“You have matching hats.”

Almost comically, the both of you looked at each other, noting that indeed you were both wearing a black beanie.

“I- oh boy.” John sighed, realising he had a lot to school his daughter on when it came to strangers. While you? You simply chuckled because the girl adored her father so much, anything that was like him was trustworthy to her.

“Oh, she had half a hotdog and a potato swirl stick by the way.” You mentioned, remembering the half-eaten hotdog in your hand as you held it out to him. “She was hungry.”

Frowning, John took it, briefly remarking the hotdog before placing it to the side and rummaging in his back pocket. “Let me pay you back.”

“No, there’s no need-“

“Food here is bloody expensive and you found my missing daughter. I should pay a lot more than a simple meal price.” He said, not taking no for an answer as he opened his wallet, using his left hand to hold the wallet - with Sophie sitting on his arm - while his right flipped it open and reached in.

“No, really, we had a fun time, it’s fine.”

“Here, take it.” John held out a ten pound note, pressing it into your palm and holding his hand there, making sure you had no other option but to accept it.

Sighing softly, you curled your fingers around the note and he pulled his hand away from yours, smiling kindly. It made his beard shift and you couldn’t help but smile back.

“Well, I hope the two of you have a lovely rest of your day. If you haven’t been there yet, I recommend the fairy fountain. It’s attraction is indoors and very pretty.” You spoke, holding your hands in front of yourself.

“Y/N.” Sophie frowned, holding out her arms for you.

Getting the gist, John placed her down on her feet and she walked over while you crouched to be on her level.

Immediately, the brunette hugged you tight. “Thank you for helping me find my daddy.”

Smiling softly, you hugged her back. “Of course, Sophie. Now you listen to your dad and stay with him, okay?”

Pulling back, she nodded before looking back, seeing her father hold out his hand for her.

Rushing over, she grabbed it and John looked at you. “Thank you so much once more.”

“My pleasure. You’ve raised her well.” You complimented, seeing him soften a bit before he took a deep breath in and looked down at his little girl.

“Well, we best get going to a fairy fountain then, eh?”

“Yes!” Sophie cheered and the man chuckled as they started walking.

“Remember, you’re still in trouble when we get home.”

You vaguely heard the girl whine, her voice getting quieter as they walked away. “Okay…” She was silent for a moment before speaking up. “Daddy?” He hummed to let her know she heard, before quietly, you heard her ask. “Why is cotton Candy pink?”

You didn’t hear his answer, but you chuckled to yourself before turning away to start walking back the way you came, happy that you managed to reunite the family.

For now, you just enjoyed the rest of your day before going home once it got too cold for your liking.

About three weeks after that day in the park however, you got a text.

‘Good afternoon. This is John Price from the amusement park, I still had your number saved inside my call history.

I’m sorry to barge in like this and if this is a bit too forward, but Sophie has been pestering me about you non-stop ever since the 13th. You’ve truly made an impression on her and it’s left her barely able to sleep. I honestly don’t know what to do.

I happened to hear you mention you lived not too far from us and I was wondering if maybe you’d be willing to come visit Sophie? Her birthday is in a month and she can’t stop asking me to invite you. I’ll pay any expenses and if you have questions, feel free to ask.

This is not a must. I understand it’s even a little weird so don’t feel obligated to say yes just because it’s her birthday.

Kind regards.’

-

Part 2 is in the works :3

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Need some soft golden retriever Sam hcs please 😭

SHE IS THE CUTEST GIRLFRIEND EVER. LISTEN‼️

she waits for you (whether it's after your classes at uni or after working) if her shift happens to end early, sam is literally the embodiment of 🧍🏻‍♀️ emoji

sam LOVES tummy rubs ;( if you don't do it while you're watching a movie, she will grasp your hand and place it on her stomach so you'll be reminded!

you can envision her pouting with knitted eyebrows in confusion if you drop some slangs and abbreviations that she can't keep up with (don't laugh at her pls 🥺🤏🏼)

sam: kys 🥰

you: ??? baby what do you mean by that ☹️

sam: What, y? I said, keep yourself safe? ☺️

you: oh my god.

she didn't care much for board games, since the crowd she's been into has either avoided her or she's a part of sketchy ones ;(

however she eagerly wanted to learn when she met you! sam says it's also pratice for her. she liked scrabble a lot, idk i envision her as someone who reads when she has the time.

if you're a foreigner, i can see sam studying more than basic phrases of your native language. she'll surprise you, handwritten or sam will randomly blurt them out. she rlly wants to know you better this way <3

sam lets you win in board games btw, you caught on after like 3 times of playing with her and you called her out of it

sam simply raised her hand in defeat, giggling about it. in reality, she just enjoys spending time with you hence why she doesn't mind letting you win. it's also for her to have a reason to invite you eventually on game nights with the 3/4 of the core four ;(

sam loves seeing you bond with her other loved ones: tara, mindy, chad <3

she's pretty great with words, but sam doesn't express much out of fear of fucking things up. however, when she does, it's the sweetest thing ever

doesn't care if her partner is shorter or taller, you will GET forehead kisses, regardless! she tugs you close and gives you one whenever she sees you or before you say goodbye

if someone is bothering you i can see her being very protective. if she's present, sam will have a hand around your waist tightly. wouldn't hesitate to verbally call them out - she's straightforward. if she's not: sam will joke about being a loomis - that they should watch out for her (she looks adorable because she's gentle with you. in reality, sam is for REAL. she's ready to pounce on them omfg)

wordlessly passes you the utensils first before getting hers whenever sam eats with you

i can see that in general, sam expresses her love and care through acts of service and physical touch. she tends to be nonverbal at times due to her trust issues. be patient with sammy! ;(

doesn't know how to say sorry when she accidentally messes things up. she either cooks for you or does something to help you as her way of extending an olive branch about that disagreement that happened

speaking of: the core four will tease her of being called "sammy" like it's the softest thing she has ever been called!! with saccharine voice, "oh look, it's sammy, precious (y/n) sugarplum is waiting for youuu" and sam rolls her eyes at their silliness 😭

sam doesn't expect anything in return, the simple gestures really, she does it voluntarily to express that she cares for you. but still it moves her when you reciprocate you swear that you'll see her teary eyed !!!

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hello, are we allowed to request oneshots? because I was looking 4 mouthwashing agere and found ur Curly hcs and would die for a hurt/comfort fic of Curly having an accident and Swansea comforting him like you mentioned (padded regressors and gruff but soft fathers/cgs my beloveds… <3). please and thank you! :)

i usually don't.. however, you brought back my writing bug. but; with that said *ahem* [also to whoevers reading this, please reblog or like if you wanna see more from me ! /super nf]

PR!Curly x Cg! Swansea!

Curly woke up, a sleepy fist rubbing into his eye as his other hand was occupied with the soft dog plush he held in his left arm. Soft curls now a mess from the nap he’d taken; pacifier bobbing in his mouth gently as he began to play with the plush.. 

Curly rarely regressed to begin with, much less when he was on the job… but he didn’t mind it this time; well that was until a familiar dampness spread into the padding he wore while he was playing. The regressed boy soon felt what happened as his eyes welled with tears.. His plush was moved closer to his chest as he dug his face into it, an attempt to keep himself quiet. 

Swansea knew the captain was sleeping, so he was doing his best to make sure Daisuke and Anya didn’t end up throwing another board game across the Tulpar and accidentally nailing the captain in the eye with an uno card. Though something felt wrong, So he excused himself from the two; knocking on the door to the sleeping quarters, before peering in. 

“Aye, capt. You doing oka-” 

He was cut off.. Seeing Curly literally curled into the corner of his bed; holding the plush to his chest.. Swansea moved to the bed, a soft hand gliding against the blonde's back. 

“C'mere buddy.. You’re okay, everything is okay..” 

Swansea carefully picked the teary-eyed captain, holding him close; which the smaller accepted. Swansea just.. Held him. He knew he was trash with words, and Curly was… most definitely small at the moment. 

“There we go, now what’s the issue lil’ man? Hm? I know you wanted to sleep for a little longer, so lemme check your butt and we’ll get you all cuddled back up. Can’t have my boy not nappin’ right.” 

He did exactly that; ending up calming the boy in his arms. Checking him carefully, nodding. His hunch was right, as usual. 

“Well no wonder you were cryin, it’s alright kiddo.” 

Swansea spoke; laying curly down to start the change, barring the door shut before doing so. Taking care to make sure he was clean before sliding another one under his bottom and taping it snugly around his waist. Swansea then pulled the boy’s pants over the diaper; tossing the damp one in the bin. 

Curly’s tears soon dried as he held back onto his blanket and his pacifier.. The older bending to get the dog plush. 

“Here ya go lil’ man.. Mister doggy fell, but he was making sure the coast was clear.” 

The older smiled; tucking the boy in with a soft kiss to his forehead. Staying by his side until he drifted back off, before unbarring the door and going back out to Anya and Daisuke. 

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Spaceship: Horizon - Season Finale: How did we get here?

Male Reader x Miyawaki Sakura & Choi Yena

Length: 2480 words

Tags: a lot of what the fucks, a lot of fucks, sudden sex, sex as a reward, threesome, friendly rivalry, blowjobs, forced deepthroat, 69, pussy eating, face sitting, snowballing, cowgirl, overstimulation, very numb, very exhausted, very confusing, commander!Sakura / dorky!Yena / puzzled!You

TW: Kinda forced with a lot of plot point coming together. Feel free to back read ;)

Inspiration: A lot of ppl wanted Kkura, other wanted Yena, and I wanted to finish one of my many plans I had for this season finale. This series is super old, hell, I don't even remember all the things I set up and names lol.

Credit: @midnightdancingsol for the late edit. Really saved some stuff, tbh. You're the best.

(A/N: FInally, we are! Season two wrapped up after HUGE holes in between lmao. A lot my newer reader might not even know this series exists lmao. This was always supposed to be my flagship, but yeah, I guess others are more well-liked. Enjoy this season finale, it (probably) won't be the last!)

“Hm! Look, he is waking up, Commander!”

“Stop calling me that, Yena! These titles are absurd.”

The ceiling above you is familiar. The cushions below you are familiar. The two do not evoke positive memories, unlike the two familiar voices that argue for a brief period of time, before they stop. 

Two pairs of eyes look down on you. They sparkle in excitement and thrill—at seeing you, perhaps?

“Sakura? Yena?” you call out the two names you associate with those orbs and reach for where you assume their bodies are. Texture—an arm, a hand. This is reality and not some weird lucid dream. You have experienced enough of those in the past to be cautious, but luckily, both Sakura and Yena are real.

“Welcome back!” Yena shouts. She wraps an arm around your nape and her following hug leaves you breathless for a second, her sizable breasts for another. 

“Back?” you respond, mildly confused, although it is nothing new to you that this girl says random shit again and again without explaining herself.

“Aw, Commander, look at him! He is a literal war hero and doesn’t even know it.”

Yena giggles, thus Sakura gives her a quick slap on the butt. It was certainly not a kind slap, but the idol does not look angry at all. The excitement and amusement do not disappear from her. It’s all absurd. It would all make more sense if you died and went to heaven. No more aliens that want you to record porn, just the weird, dorky, sexy guide from the spaceship and your favorite idol. Sounds like heaven, alright.

“War hero? Damn, I can’t even remember the battle I fought, but it explains why I’m dead.”

Sakura shakes her head.

“Yena, please, this poor guy is completely lost. Enlighten him about everything he asks for. We got the time.”

Yena suddenly straightens her posture. Like a news anchor delivering important, serious information, she tries to stare at you, but her attempt fails. Her laughter echoes off the walls and through the large room. She repeatedly slaps her thigh in loud amusement. Sakura looks pissed.

“Yena! Get your act together!”

“But how would you tell him? It sounds so weird when I try to put it into words!”

“Weird?” you say confusedly. “Nothing can be weird to me now. We are on a fucking spaceship with aliens that can shapeshift and want to film us have sex.”

Yena laughs again. “Oh boy, about that!”

Sakura, visibly at the end of her patience, plants an angry hand on the younger girl's mouth. She glares at her, then at you, and says with a bit of resignation:

“All of the things you just said—they changed. A lot.”

“Huh? How so?” you say while giving looks to both of the girls and their banter. If they weren’t so cute, you’d cringe at their behavior.

“A couple of weeks ago,” Sakura begins as she still suffocates a teary-eyed Yena with the palm of her hand, “we found ways to communicate with other parts of the spaceship. It is absolutely gigantic, we still have no idea how big it actually—Yena, stop it now, please—is. A couple hundred kilometers in each direction, probably. At first we thought it was a trap, that these intelligent creatures would not allow us to meet up in secret and share information. But then, we found the reason: all of them were watching your videos. Every single one of them.”

“What do you me—please, no!”

Your fingers dig into your hair. It feels sweaty, greasy, and definitely unwashed, the new stress is not helping either. Your pornography spread further than you would have imagined. If these aliens saw it, then other people saw it too. The size of this ship makes you imagine that potentially millions of humans could have seen you naked and get it going with dozens of women. Well, there goes your reputation, even if you ever return to Earth.

“Listen to her, she is not finished,” Yena says with a large grin on her ducky facial features. She places a caring hand on your shoulder, while Sakura places a not-so-caring-but-rather-threatening-hand on hers. 

“Don’t interrupt me, please.”

“I won’t, Commander.”

“I said you—never mind. Anyways, these aliens were addicted to the porn, the sex. Something about it made them lose focus. They became sloppy and made mistakes that left holes for us to not only be able to communicate with more and more people, we also made plans to get more information about this place and how we could use this addiction to our advantage.”

“Maybe you noticed it too,” Yena barges in. “Some aliens—especially your Worker—must have been very affected by it. Being irrational, less caring, all that kinda stuff.”

You nod. He certainly was affected. Uncontrollable, maniacal, not paying attention, getting desperate for more material, Worker became a junkie for your fucking porn. 

Your mind spins at the thought. Where the hell is this leading up to?

“Just a couple of days ago,” Sakura continues with intensity, her eyes wide open, “we were able to throw away all our strategies and battle plans. The aliens started to evaporate. At first we thought it was a trick by them and that they figured it out, but then we got reports that they probably died due to an overdose of your porn. We knew their deaths, or rather obliteration, was inevitable. And so we watched them evaporate, one by one, and we took control of their positions. We found all kinds of young people held as cattle, tortured as slaves or being forcefully fed food. Not all of the experiments were cruel of course, but I think everyone is delighted that this shit is over.”

Sakura takes a deep breath and pinches her forehead. Her rambling wasn’t all that coherent, but she got the point across to you, which is—

“So… we won?”

Your question lingers in the air for a bit. The smell of sweat and some fine perfume reaches your nose for the first time since you woke up from your slumber. The mattress below you feels wet, your legs are still kind of numb. 

Oh, it must have been them who gave you the drug. They wanted you to film the ultimate video to finish the aliens off. The pieces of the puzzle are slowly coming together, but the picture couldn’t look any more bizarre. 

“Yes!” Yena exclaims and lunges herself at you. Her entire body presses onto yours, from thighs, to tummy, to titties. Yena doesn’t seem to care that you’re all sweaty. She looks genuinely happy.  It feels great, this feeling of victory, of freedom, Yena pushes it all onto you. 

“After we live streamed your holy-moly-crazy-orgy to the last remaining aliens, they all evaporated.”

“It sounds so stupid,” you giggle and shake your head, “but I guess I’m glad. I bet there are still so many insane things that happened. No need to tell me now, to be honest, I’m not sure I understood the things you already told me. But can I at least know why you didn’t tell me about it?”

“So it didn’t look forced,” Sakura says with the attempt of a wink, “We had no clue if you would have been able to perform under pressure if you knew what was at stake. We also like to keep these top secret issues in a small circle.”

“Damn, you all sound like the CIA.”

Yena rubs her cheek on yours as she gives another hearty laugh. 

“Our guerilla group really developed into a whole organization. It’s gotten even worse during the three days you were asleep.”

“Wait, what?” you groan defeated. Another three days of life missed for something you can’t grasp yet. And what the hell do they mean by organization? The questions don’t stop coming.

“Don’t worry!” Sakura flails her arms as she shifts closer to you as well, “We used the Helper system to keep you hydrated.”

“Wait, how? I don’t—”

“We have some smart people among us,” Yena says, her lips pouty, for some reason, “They were able to hack into the system, which is why we can communicate and use the Helpers to our benefit. Communication, water, food, hell, even teleportation. These things are amazing.”

“I—”

You stare at the ceiling. It’s the same, it’s been the same, it has not changed.

Your eyes open to the possibility that this is all fake, a dream to make you feel better. It’s a simple explanation for the absurdity tenfolding with every word the girls say. But can it be true? A dream this realistic and detailed, with all the right changes? 

Wait, maybe you really died a war hero and this was your reward. Like in those old, ancient stories—your brain is coming full circles. Damn this drug, damn this fucked up spaceship.

“—cannot understand, but I guess it’s fine.”

Silence, then the two girls giggle.

“Yes, it’s basically long story short,” Yena blurts out, “You fucked, fucked up things happened, the Aliens are fucked and we won. Everything is fine.”

Take a deep breath through your nostrils. The air still feels real, the wetness on your skin too, but most importantly, Sakura still smells as good as she did back then. You’re not dead, thank God, and apparently a porn star war hero, thank God? 

“Okay, whatever,” you respond and force your upper body into a sitting posture, “Can I please take a shower now? I smell of sweat and… other, more obscene bodily fluids.”

“Not so fast,” Sakura responds and sits down on your legs. Fuck, they are still numb, you can’t even fiddle them out underneath her light body.

“Let me in on it too, Commander!” Yena shouts and climbs next to you. She begins to pull at your shirt, while Sakura wiggles out your pants from under your butt. 

“What the—hey stop! We don’t need to film anything anymore, right?” you fight back with words, while your body surrenders immediately.

“You are right,” Sakura says as your cock springs free, already semi-hard, “No cameras. This is just for you, your reward.”

It might not be the first time that your favorite idol has taken your cock into her mouth, but there is something absolutely incredible about this time. She, the Sakura, is literally some Commander that gives a guinea pig porn star head for winning a war against shapeshifting aliens—oh yeah, and there is Yena, rubbing her now exposed breasts on your arm as her ducky lips suck your neck. It’s impossible to let that sink in.

You moan out in pleasure. It’s a miracle that your cock still works after what happened during the last session. Then again, it is Sakura who uses her skilled tongue and lips to make you hard and throbbing. 

Judging from Yena’s annoyed hums on your ear as she nibbles on it with great care, she feels neglected. Suddenly, one of her tits is in your mouth so you lazily suck on the hard nipple. Sakura hisses from in between your legs, your cock still in the warmth of her mouth. She stops sucking and jerks you off to properly address Yena.

“What are you doing? This is his reward, not yours! You can’t use him like your plaything.”

“Oh stop it, Commander! I know you want to ride his cock badly and cum on it like the needy bitch you always were while we watched the vi—”

“Fine, shut up!”

Through their bickering, they don’t seem to realize the mess of moans and whimpers you have become. Yena’s soft breast firmly placed in your mouth leaves your mind numb yet blissful, while Sakura’s hand goes up and down your cock at high speed. It’s like she is electrically charging you, to the point where you might explode. Why the fuck does a foreign hand feel so much better on your length than your own?

“Gimme some of that too,” Yena says and leaps at your crotch. At one moment, her chest was all you could see, the next moment it’s her pink pussy, hovering above your face. 

Lips on your tip make you beg for mercy, but the two don’t have any. Sakura pushes down on the back of Yena’s head and you unexpectedly penetrate her face deeply. Your entire cock disappears in her mouth and she slobbers all over it. A mix of saliva and lipstick covers your sweaty legs.. 

“Ye-Yena, K-Kura, I can’t—”

“You don’t like it?” Sakura asks, her tone missing seriousness entirely.

“No, I—fuck!”

Throw your head back as Yena moves. The warmth of her throat is gone and back again as soon as Sakura allows it. The idol is thrusting her friend—or are they just rivals—onto your shaft ferociously. Because of Yena’s firmly placed knees next to your shoulders, you are unable to stop them. All there is is your climax. Resign to it.

“Fuck, I c-can’t, hmpf!”

As the two girls work together to suck out your semen, Yena bluntly drops her cunt onto your lips, its scent a bewitching perfume to make you forget the pain of your overstimulated dick. She tastes delicious, her nectar drips into your groaning, gasping mouth. 

“My turn, finally!”

Yena pulls her stuffed mouth away, but your twitching, probably completely red cock doesn’t stay cold for long as Sakura lifts herself up and after a long hum goes down on your length, it bottoms out with ease, and your mind shuts off.

“So good!” Sakura screams and starts to ride you with no regards to your exhaustion or obvious overstimulation. Her body, flawless skin, flawless proportions, flawless everything, is uncontrollably fast yet she still finds a way to make it a show. Somehow, she is able to lift one of Yena’s legs high to give you a view of what is to come (granted, through Yena’s slick and suffocation, your eyesight is a bit dazed) and then pulls the cum-stuffed duck into a messy kiss. 

It’s not snowballing, it’s an avalanche. Cum drips from their loosely connected lips and tumbles down Sakura’s curves. Weird sucking and licking sounds fill the room as Yena tries to drink your whiteness before Sakura can steal it. The two girls fight and Yena continues to ride your face to not be outdone by the eager Sakura. You feel the remaining snow drip down on your tense torso, but they are eager to lick it off of you. 

This drags on for minutes, until their mix of pants, teases, giggles and actual words are only feral moans. In the confines of Sakura’s cavern, you survived the overstimulation and are ready for another release and possible death if the horny idol doesn’t stop afterwards. Luckily, she seems close as well. Yena also starts to rub her own clit frantically, more and more of her juice covers your features. 

The moment you all cum is surprisingly silent. There is a gasp here and there, wet smooches from fucking and face riding, but other than that, you all succumb to your release rather quietly. Sakura fucks your rod and it’s erupting seed deep into her cunt, while you make sure to open up for Yena to dump her fresh nectar into you. 

Wait a minute. Whose reward was this supposed to be again?

(A/N2: maybe mine? 😉😳)

[feuillesss]

💗📖 Jake love reading 📖 💗

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Enhypen Jake Love Life Reading

***DISCLAIMER***

I do not know these idols personally! This is just my interpretation of the cards that I pulled, please take this reading with a grain of salt. For entertainment purposes only.

( day/month/year - 10/11/24 )

Jake Love Life Reading

I genuinely felt so sad while I was doing this reading 😭, I think he's recently gone through a breakup, a messy one at that. There was a lot of arguments and conflict in this relationship, or at least at the end of it. He's going through a period of inner reflection, he might feel bad about his part in the situation, this is generally a period of growth and healing for him. Oh? There could have possibly been some infidelity or deception going on in this relationship, lots of arguments and hostility. It seems like there was a lot of insecurity, jealousy and possessiveness in this relationship, whether by Jake/the other person or both. There was a lot of grudge holding and resentment, they didn't work out their issues properly. Yeah, Jake is really just taking time for himself at the moment, he's not really interested in being in another relationship for the time being. He might be a person that jumps into new relationships a lot, dates around, he finds it difficult to commit to someone. He's in a period of moving on from this relationship and onto the next phase of his life.

Honestly this reading was so exhausting, I don't know why, it literally drained all of my energy and I started get teary eyed lmao. It's the first time I've felt that kind of energy from a reading. I hope bro heals from this and finds someone good for him. That being said, Jake is one of my favourite idols to read for because he's so open, though with this reading he was a little more closed off.

[luvsfootball]

surprises - jamal musiala.

requested by - anon.

request - girly can u write smt for jamal where ur little sister is staying over and she’s literally his BIGGEST FAN like she would ja brag about how she knows him etc.

author’s note - sorry it’s so late and short!!!

“have you got the pretzels?”

“yes!” jamal shouted back, pouring them into a plastic bowl and carrying them out to you and your sister.

aurelia dug her hands in whilst you were busy looking for a movie to watch. he came into the living room with the snacks and eyed the gift bag that you were hiding next to your feet.

“thanks, bambi!” aurelia giggled, using the nickname she knew his teammates had given him. “what do you want to watch?”

“i want to watch the game from yesterday.”

you discreetly rolled your eyes, flicking to the channel to find the match from yesterday. it was no secret your sister was a huge football fan, and she’d always been a huge jamal supporter.

ever since he moved to munich and you first met, aurelia had asked to go to every game. she never wanted vip spots, always wanting the full experience.

“are you sure? you know we lost…” he trailed off, looking at your little sister but she shrugged. “i don’t care. at least i get to see you play.”

the match started and you and jamal watched a little bit of it but mainly conversed with each other, whilst aurelia couldn’t take her eyes off the screen.

“should i give it to her now?” he whispered into your ear, pointing to the bag. “wait until the match has finished.”

when it did finish, jamal set up the camcorder on the table, aurelia turning to look at you both with confusion. “what’s going on?”

“jamal got you a little something, reils.”

she jumped up, finally noticing the bag that had been hidden poorly. “is it disneyland tickets?”

“no, it’s not,” you giggled, letting jamal do the honours of giving it to her. “it’s not disneyland, but i think you’ll like it.”

aurelia peeked in the bag but frowned seeing it was wrapped under loads of tissue paper. her little hands dug into it and she felt like passing out when she pulled out a bayern munich top.

her last one got ruined in the wash and your parents had promised to buy her one, but jamal stepped in with the offer.

“turn it around,” he instructed, watching as her eyes grew wider and teary when she saw what jamal had done. he had asked all of his teammates to sign the back of it, writing his own sentence that read, ‘i love you!’

“this is the best thing ever! i can’t wait to show everyone in school,” she bragged, putting the top on and rushing to the mirror to see how she looked.

“thanks. for doing this for her,” you said to him, resting your head on his shoulder as you looked at your sister with a proud smile. “thank you for introducing me to her. and i love you,” he responded, pecking your lips and wrapping you into his arms.

[littlespacereader]

Hii! I love all of your fics, they bring such a comfort to me! Would you be okay with maybe writing something about cg!hotch? It can literally be anything i just love hotch so much hehe, thank you <3

Thank you so much for the compliment! It means the world to me that my fics bring you comfort💞 I LOVE ME A CAREGIVER!HOTCH FIC!! He’s so stern in the show so reading a fic with a soft caring Hotch is *chefs kiss*. I love Hotch so much too😂💞 I hope you enjoy this comfort fic with Hotch!

The Thunder Storm⛈️☔️

Caregiver!Aaron Hotchner & Fem Little! Reader (SFW)

Tags - thunderstorm, noise canceling headphones, bottle/bottle feeding, cuddles, fluff, comfort, forehead kisses

Nicknames - honey, sweet one, little baby, little one, Daddy for Hotch

BOOM!

The thunderstorm roared outside with a powerful thunder to announce its presence. Then came the pouring rain, whipping back and forth against the windows.

Y/N, who was previously happily playing with their little people figures on the carpet in the living room, jumped to their feet in a panic and rushed off to seek the safety of their Caregiver Hotch.

Hotch, who would’ve loved his days off to be actual days off, was sitting at his desk in his office on a zoom call with the team. They were discussing their last case with some evidence that was apparently mislabeled and was now missing.

As the team was wrapping their minds around what happened, thunder struck. At first it did hit Hotch what that meant, but then he knew how much his little one loved the sound of it

“I’ve got to go.” Hotch quickly said, closing his laptop before pushing his desk chair away and quickly going to his office door.

He met a teary eyed Y/N running into his arms. “Daddy thunder!” They cried.

Hotch’s heart broke seeing his little one so afraid and upset by the storm. He immediately lifted them up and into his arms, resting them on his hip.

Then he started to lightly rock them, “It’s okay Y/N. It’s just a bad storm outside. Daddy’s got you. Daddy’s here.”

The rocking plus the reassurance started to help calm Y/N, who rested their head on his shoulder. That was until the next thunder strike made them jump in his arms and start shaking in fear again.

Hotch sighed, not at Y/N but at the relentless storm outside that was scaring his little one. He couldn’t turn the storm off but there was a way to lessen the sound of it.

He carried Y/N into their bedroom. While still holding on tight to them, he dug around in their drawer until he found what he was looking for, noise canceling headphones.

“Here honey, put these over your ears. They’re going to help with the thundering.” Carefully he placed Y/N on their bed and helped them put the headphones on over their ears.

Immediately Y/N heard a change. Everything became a lot less overwhelming and loud. A minute later the thunder roared again outside but this time they didn’t jump. They could still hear it, but it wasn’t loud or scary, just mild background noise.

“There we go,” Hotch said to Y/N, his voice muffled by the headphones, “Much better for my little baby.”

Again he lifted them back into his arms. Y/N snuggled close to him as he continued to rock and soothe them. “Tank u.” They said with a little yawn.

Hotch chucked, “You don’t have to thank me sweet one. I’m happy you’re feeling better.”

He walked them into the kitchen and set them down on the counter top while he began to cook. He pulled a bottle from the cabinet and started to make them some warmed milk.

“Would you like it to taste like strawberries or cinnamon?” Hotch asked. But his little one could not hear as well with the headphones on.

But that was no issue with Hotch. He walked over and stood in front of his little one, careful to get their attention without scaring them. Then he held up strawberries and cinnamon.

Y/N looked confused but only for a moment before it clicked in why he was holding strawberries and cinnamon. They happily chose their favorite and Hotch added it to the pot.

After a moment, the milk was done and poured into the bottle. Then back into Hotch’s arms Y/N went, off to the living room for the two to settle in for the night.

“What was going on here?” Hotch asked gesturing to the Little People on the ground.

“THEY WERE GOING TO SCHOOL BUT THE BUS BROKE DOWN.” Y/N explained, unaware that the headphones were making them sound a lot louder than before.

Rather than embarrass or correct them, Hotch just nodded and continued on as if they had been talking at a normal volume.

“That’s not good! How will they ever go to school now?!” Hotch sounded distressed causing Y/N to giggle.

Y/N sat sideways in Hotch’s lap, their legs spread out on the couch and their head in the crook of his arm. Once the bottle was a good temperature Hotch held it for them to drink. Slowly but steadily they started to drink the bottle, relaxing in Hotch’s arms.

Toward the end of it Hotch could see their eyes starting to flutter close. With a glance to the clock it was late for a Little as young as them, so a night time bottle was just the remedy.

After Y/N finished they were sound asleep in Hotch’s arms, cuddled up close to him for protection. Hotch couldn’t help but smile. Cases with the BAU will always be difficult, but nothing brought him more joy than to come home to Y/N and take care of them.

Speaking of his team…

He carefully fished out his phone from his pocket and sent a text to the BAU group chat explaining his sudden absence with a picture of Y/N sleeping away in his lap.

Garcia - Oh My God!! So sweet!!🥹💞

Morgan - Hotch has a soft side?!😂

Emily - How adorable!! We gotta meet them!🥰

Rossi - We’re definitely going to need to meet them! Too cute! :)

Reid - Smart idea with the headphone! The storm is too much for anyone, let alone someone as little as them. 👍

JJ - I’m happy they’re all settled and happy for the night. You two get some rest. We’ll handle it from here. Give them a hug from us!🥰

Hotch smiled looking over the text from his team. Maybe one day he would bring Y/N in to meet his team. He’s sure his little one would love to meet his team. Plus they would love to play around his office.

But for now he was settling in for the night with them. Rather than wake them up he settled for a nights rest on the couch. He grabbed a blanket from the back of the couch and wrapped it around the two of them.

Then he drifted off to sleep himself, with Y/N securely in his arm, he cuddled them close and fell asleep. The storm continued to go crazy outside but inside Hotch and Y/N slept peacefully together.

[teatroll]

18+ × MDNI × NSFW

SPICY TOJI FUSHIGURO HEADCANON(S?)

Includes: giving head. that's it. (sorta?) fem!reader; toji is being toji.

Notes: i'm høřnyyy that's a big boy, so be ready to READ; banners by @/roseschoices and @/magicalboything ♡

× Toji likes to be on the receiving end of things. That about sums it up. Nothing else needs to be said.

(Insert joke: *proceeds to write a manuscript*.)

× He's relentless. He's gruff. He's straightforward.

× And he's so hørny it's preposterous.

× You'd be dressing up to go out/to work/to visit your parents, it don't matter. If he so much as caught a glimpse of you wearing that pair of lingerie, it's settled - you're sucking him off that instant.

× "Don't gimme that look. It's your fault." He'd have the bloody audacity to murmur against the shell of your ear with an impish grin as he gropes your hips from behind, pressing his clothed erection into your ass.

× Toji definitely blames it on you each time just to mock the living daylight out of you. It gets him off even better than a well-done bj.

× Your little reactions are always funny to him. How you'd pout and try to reason with his cock his pent up energy by pointing out that you're already running late, and that you'll have to fix your make up again afterwards, and that it's a damn family dinner and you can't just show up there like a complete mess, and yada yada yada-

× Toji simply rolls his eyes and shuts you up with a kiss, turning that surprised yelp of yours into a muffled whimper as he grinds against your forms again.

× There's too much tongue, spit, teeth, too much of everything all at once; and it's just mere seconds till you push yourself back, gasping for air, your lipstick smudged into that sloppy mess you so desperately tried to avoid.

× To you, it's a hindrance, but still an easy fix. To Toji, it's yet another turn-on. Besides, since your make up routine was already ruined, he might as well demolish it completely and paint your face with his cum.

× There's no reasoning with him. He'll always find a way to get what he wants; and if he wants to fuck your face, then so he shall do, duh.

× His lips stretch into a taunting grin, your lipstick smeared on his mouth and chin. The sight you can't peel your eyes off of.

× "I said don't gimme that look, doll. It's on you, too."

× Needless to say, he gets exactly what he wants after this.

× You, kneeling before him with darkened eyes. Him, lowering his pants to let his cock spring free and graze your lips.

× Definitely grips you under the jaw and taps the leaking tip on your chin.

× "Come on, baby. Open up. Take responsibility." He'd coo at you just to taunt a bit more.

× A guttural groan escapes him when you oblige and envelop your lips around him.

× Without a doubt would grab a fistfull of your hair and buck his hips forward to push himself further into the welcoming heat of your mouth, making you whimper.

× WITHOUT A DOUBT would urge you to d33pthr0at him. Cross my heart, hope to die, but this man just thrives to see you choking on his cock.

× Till your nose is nuzzled into his pubes, am i right, TIKTOK COMMENT SECTION, HMM??

× Your nails dig into his thighs as he fucks your teary eyed face. He grunts in delight, seeing how the lipstick gets smeared along his length, how you drool on him and hollow your cheeks so obediently.

× Your jaw literally goes numb. There's a lot to swallow.

× Speaking of which, you WILL swallow. He thrives to watch you do it, can't get enough of it.

× Although, he won't warn you when he's close. Not with words, at least.

× At some point he'll just hiss through gritted teeth and pull out just enough to let his cock balance on your tongue, and then he's shooting streaks of his seed both on your face and inside your mouth.

× It's thick and salty in just the perfect way.

× Definitely growls. Maybe groans. You're too dizzy to tell after he fucked your face stupid.

× Would firmly grab you under the chin afterwards. It's more gentle this time, though.

× Grazes his thumb over your lips, smudging your saliva and his cum together.

× Ain't no way he would miss the opportunity to flash you another signature grin of his. He's just so proud of himself at this moment; he can NOT not mock you again.

× "Look at you now... such a mess. My bad."

× A HANDSOME, CHARISMATIC PEST. Fair AND square.

× You'll forgive him later, though. Because he knows how to deliver.

"Cancel your plans for tonight, doll. I can't let you walk outta here knowing those pretty panties are soaked wet for me."

× EXTRA (my fave crack headcanon, sorry not sorry) ×

× I know you all want it to be true that he loves to eat you out first thing in the morning, but...

× HEAR ME OUT, DON'T GO-

× This probably took place somewhere early in your relationship-situationship. Like, a few months half a year in.

× You both were chilling out on the couch, just chatting about everything and nothing at the same time when that exact topic came up and you felt the urge to point out that you don't remember him ever showing you such courtesy. Like, EVER.

× He snorts and waves his hand dismissively, so you pout and try to reason with him like always; bringing up all sorts of pros to convince him.

× And he kinda listens..? But without paying much of attention. So you frown some more, because your boyfriend is a dick.

× "Toji, seriously, how about next time you give me head for a change, hm?"

× Pause. He stares at you with a deadpan expression for a few silent moments before he blurts out with the same straight face:

× "For a change i'll do anything to you, doll."

× Eh??

× You blink, puzzled out of your mind.

× That face you make cracks him up and he snorts in amusement before cackling out loud.

× Such reaction cracks you as well and you proceed to laugh alongside him.

× Because you think it's a joke. Like, it has to be, he made it clear, IT'S A JOKE-

× It's not. He's a broke ass bitch, he doesn't play around when it comes to money.

× How did you find out? Oh, well...

× His two digits were inside you, preparing you for him as you squirm and beg and you were just so, so close-

× He stops and slips his fingers out of you as you whine in protest, but he only looks at you, all deadpan and serious and says:

× "If ya want more of that treatment, ya better be ready to pay up. My services ain't cheap, baby."

× EH?!

× You'd think in this case he'd take money every time he fucks you, but no. He gets the pleasure, you get the expenses.

× You begrudgingly brush it off and the heated sexy time turns into an angry heated sexy time instead. (The littlest of changes, tbh.)

× Next time he decides to rip off your clothes and just go at it, you shove him those green bills before he even gets a chance to process your demand.

× Because if he had the audacity to proclaim he's THAT good, he better deliver, right?? So you pay up, fair and square, yet still thinking it's another mocking scam of his.

× ...

× It's- it's not. It's so not.

× Toji's tongue does wonders. That's it. Mic drop.

× You'll be broke by the end of the month if you won't come up with a way to convince him to lower the price.

× And him? He'd kinda do it for free at this point, tbh; he likes to taste you, but he won't come clean just yet. (No pun intended.)

× He'll tease the shit out of you. Before, in the process, and after the deed was done.

× But once you manage to find a compromise...

× Let's just say, 69 is your new favorite position to be in.

× SUKUNA RYOMEN × NANAMI KENTO ×

[melfinawins]

My partner started watching the new season so I joined in. Oops?

The spoiler tag is at the top. I recommend not reading this until you've watched the entire season.

Well. That season was all over the place. Big lack of cohesion.

I wound up watching it because my partner did. And I just marathoned it.

I like all the long conversations, but it got taxing and too meandering by around episode 6. I kinda hit my limit with Mikey and Tina. I loved their interaction completely, but instead of it being a unique/special moment, they applied it to every fucking character on the show.

I liked that Claire told the Faks to fuck off. That was nice!

I loved Ted Fak and Sweeps/Gary's conversation. Got teary-eyed.

Loved everything to do with Marcus. I've said it before and I'm going to say it again: he's getting a star before all these other jokers. He's the only one who has balance. He has climbed the mountain of self-actualization and reached its peak.

Loved in the finale where the camera just recorded real life world famous chefs talking and being happy about food. I was so starved for a sense of joy, I rewatched that part over again because I just wanted to see happy smiling faces. But they kept showing Carmy's dumb ass.

Things I hated: nothing was resolved, only secondary storylines (Marcus, Nat). Literally EVERYTHING ELSE IS OPEN. We didn't even get Syd telling Carmy she wanted out (didn't have to resolve that shit, just fucking START THE PROCESS OF RESOLVING IT WOULD HAVE BEEN NICE), or Cicero being straight with Carmy. We didn't get Nat showing off the baby to her brother, we didn't even get Carmy meeting the baby. WE DIDN'T GET RICHIE FINDING HIS JOY AFTER LOSING IT-- HE DIDN'T EVEN GO TO THE WEDDING OR NOT GO--NOTHING. Like, the fuck? This show goes on and on about the heart, but we barely got any moments with the characters reminding us what we watched for.

I hate that Carmy passed down his abusive behavior and trauma he got from the EMP chef to Syd, so now her ass is panicking in a hallway when THE FORMER EC OF EVER IS DOING JAEGER BOMBS IN HER LIVING ROOM. Carmy ruined that for her. They didn't get trapped by a star, Carmy ruined that opportunity the moment he got out of that freezer. They were never going to get the star. It was always a shot in hell in the first place, but with Carmy at the helm, it was fucked from jump. HE SHOULDN'T BE EXEC CHEF OF JACK SHIT.

I'm mad that Carmy doesn't even realize how hard he's fucked literally everything. I know that's a part of the point, as EMP chef didn't give two fucks either, but I'm mad that Carmy let the trauma get the best of him and then fucking PASSES IT ON.

WHY DIDN'T CARMY APOLOGIZE TO CLAIRE. I feel like even with his traumas, it was overblown. Like, a lot. As a person who was raised by two Donna's, who fucked off and left the state like this fictional character did with like, 24 hrs notice, a person who would have also skipped their parents funerals had not they had to pay for it, ect, where are his motherfucking balls? CLAIRE FUCKING DESERVES BETTER. THIS MAN IS IN HIS THIRTIES.

This review isn't even about SydCarmy, because I'm just mad about the season in general lmao

Like, I hate Carmy right now. There are sooo many people depending on him to support their families and their way of life. He was so self absorbed this season that he imploded his restaurant over fucking menu choices. The damage may be too great. And he may have fucked it beyond repair. I kinda don't care about his head space, because Donna is/was shit, but she didn't fucking implode a restaurant full of people depending on her.

He's turning into his parents.

I said previously that his ass was on thin ice. I meant that shit. Like, I'm not rooting for him as of right now. He's done too much damage. It's like Syd said in the 2nd episode or whatever: this is a him problem, not a them problem.

And Donna can fuck right off lmao And no, being women who can experience and bond over childbirth doesn't heal fucking wounds, actually. As a person who has been in that exact situation, I skipped half the episode once Donna showed up. Because I also thought my mother with severe mental health issues could relate to her daughter giving birth. But then that shit didn't happen and once the baby has arrived, the story gets rewritten. Donna, in her current state, is incapable of change. Sorry not sorry.

And when has Nat ever been that fucking dense? Anyone with eyes could see Syd and the rest of the staff are miserable. And she saw the numbers-- that place won't last a year if they don't fucking bring in the budget. What good is a star if the place is closed a week later? CICERO HAS PUT DOWN ALMOST A MILLION DOLLARS. If the storyline is to be believed, they would be making a nice dent in the loan if not for the daily changing menu. And for what? Recycled, uninspired food that Carmy is just regurgitating from his former bosses who actually put in the creative energy to accomplish it? Very 2014 of him indeed.

I usually really love dark seasons of shows, or the mid point of a movie franchise (think Two Towers of LotR). I was going in expecting it to be fucking really dark. But something that's really important when you're doing the midpoint of a story is giving the audience something to hold onto. You have to show the audience that though it's dark, the dawn will come. There needs to be hope, even if it's just a flicker.

Not the case here.

In this 3rd season, every time the story would show some positive moments in a tiny storyline, they'd reiterate how shit is fucked and possibly permanently. And the characters are unlikeable, but not in a Succession kind of way!

My hopes for the characters of The Bear is that they get the fuck out and find other spots at other places where they can self-actualize and be happy.

I hope Syd gets every one of her dreams and spending time with Carmey will seem like a drug induced psychosis from the stale waffles she ate in her freezer. I hope she and Luca fuck. I hope she, Luca and Marcus fuck. I hope she opens her dream spot with those two and they get everything that Carmy inadvertently sabotaged at The Bear.

I hope Tina goes if she wants to go around the world, even if it's just at Syd's new place. I hope the staff walks and goes with her. Honestly, I hope they all just go to a spot Syd creates. Syd has the potential to be Terry when she "grows up". All she did this season was babysit Carmy and put out fires that Carmy himself lit. Even if Carmy promises to fix himself, like, HE CAN'T BE TRUSTED. Because his "relapses" are fucked and terrible and severe. Even though we see him kind of get a catharsis from telling EMP chef off, Syd and the crew didn't see that shit and there's not much left of his word to them.

That's it for now. I got progressively more angry as I started writing.

I think that episode 1 of this season was one of, if not the best, hour of television I've watched in a long time.

I'm surprised that the season as a whole left me so disappointed.

Also, it's really funny that they got Thomas Keller to do a cameo, since Joel McHale is based off him lmao

[joemama-2]

QUEEN THE NEW VL CHAPTER OMG🥺😭

Okay well at the beginning I praise Satoru for finally growing a dick and standing up for reader and Koji infront of his dad.

His mom needs to divorce his dad fr like HELL NAHHHHH gtf out like😡 mannnn I'm waiting for his downfall.

Also Satoru saying "what if I marry her?!" 😈😏🤭 and then crying in the car with the picture frame🥺 him realizing hes messed up a lot. Like we were finally getting somewhere

But thennnnnnn he fucked up💀🤡

"You didn't tell me if you were safe" okay well Satoru YOU also could have texted and asked but you didn't 🤨🤡 and you basically almost cheat on your "girlfriend" again.

Did he just ignore readers bloody knuckles??! Like hellooo?!😭

Jumping to conclusions when he saw Suguru's shirt, like did he just ignore the BIG ASS STAIN that was there?! Like cmon bro😭 nah I hate guys who act like that the "I can move on and be with whoever, but you can't" bro you done messed up so much, I get you're mad because that's your friend, but be fr bro, Suguru cares about reader AND Koji. That should tell him enough to know suguru won't hurt her. Unlike that lil hogwart gir who wants to get rid of them😭😡

Satoru is acting like a clown *que the circus music* 😭💀🤡

Reader better then me cuz ik they eventually make up and fix things but this is a lot, like satoru needs to grovel, worship us, and beg for forgiveness 😭🙏

Also this Naoya and Hanna situation... Hanna rubbed me the wrong way when she introduced us as coworker and not friend... after this, shes on thin ice for the friendship line.

Noaya get your ass out fr, he mad cuz he reader got out the situation, and got his face busted. I really hope nobody got a photo of him touching on her cuz... it won't go well seeing as how satoru just reacted to this. I really hope that it's over with tho, naoya won't try anything cuz he didn't get anything but I see that "blackmail" warning tag tho so🤔👀 maybe it's for something else tho.

KOJI AT THE END NOO😭 MAN I GOT TEARY EYED AT THE END😭 When he said satoru told him that when he gets older he'll protected his mama 💔😭 oh my I really hope he didn't hear the whole argument😭

Anyways queen you delivered as always🙏😈😏🩵 ily. VL release days has become my favorite day of the week 😎🤪🫶 thank u for reading my rant 🫶🩵

This prob has a lot of grammar errors but oh well😭

the “what if i marry her” line hehehe i giggled while writing it. ……..foreshadowing???

in that moment, i don’t think he noticed the stain or her injury because well, he was already crashing out lol

guys trust, he’s gonna grovel for reader 😭😭

and PERVVV SATORU 😭😭 i was so debating whether to include that but im glad i did 😌

let’s not even get started on the hoe naoya 😒😒😒. i can’t say what the blackmail tag is for yet, but……

i’m kinda happy u picked up on the behavior from hana starting from when she tried to introduce reader as a coworker. i thought maybe it was too subtle buuuut….🫢🫢🫢

and koji 🥺🥺🥺 i literally cried while writing it because i was just like THATS MY SONNNNNNN😭😭😭

thank youuu all in alll and have a nice day ☺️

[enjoythesilentworld]

wille :(

I originally wrote this for day 7 (Erik) of Wille's month but ended up binning it and I'm much happier with the one I ended up posting..

bUt, I started over because I was like "hmm Idk this might be too OOC", then i remembered that Wille kicked over instruments in the music room, trashed his birthday presents, and literally held a g*n up to August's face, so I thought "ok maybe not too OOC".

now this is just a very sad drabble of what could be a missing moment starting right after s3e5 ends (but what i hope is not actually a missing moment because it is Very Sad).

read below the cut if you're interested... sorry... (cw: wille is very upset and throws some stuff)

“My mamá’s here,” Simon said softly. As he collected his things and moved towards the door, Wille stood from the bed. He watched Simon take a deep breath, shoulders rising then falling into a slump. One step through the door frame and Wille followed. How could he not? If Simon was really leaving, he had to–

Simon turned back and met Wille’s eye, then looked away. He gave a slight shake of his head. Wille froze in his spot. Simon didn’t turn back again. The click of the door closing was deafening in his quiet bedroom. 

Thinking back, Wille couldn’t remember how long he stood there. He also couldn’t remember how he ended up in Erik’s room, but he did. Somehow, he came back into his body and found himself standing, barefoot and teary-eyed in his brother’s room. He hadn’t been in there in months. Everything still looked exactly the same. The same perfectly made bed, the same perfectly crisp military jacket, the same perfectly organized desk. Everything exactly the same except now Wille saw it in a new light. It was all too perfect to be real. There were secrets in the closet, tucked under the mattress, buried in the curtains. He thought back to the phone call, the way his father had praised Erik, had said he didn’t have that same darkness. He thought back to the dinner, the way his mother had only talked about Erik, how she couldn’t even look at him. He thought, too, back to all those times he’d heard Erik laugh at August’s offensive jokes. 

Everything in the fucking world was fake, even Erik. The knowledge that he’d suffered so much trying to live up to his brother’s perfect standard. All the disapproving looks from Mamma, the ‘stop being so selfish’ from Erik. His brother had told him he could trust August and that was a lie. He’d said to listen to the third years and that was a death wish. He was doubting everything now. Would Erik have even cared about the video? Would he have sided with Mamma? He knew he was just working himself up; too exhausted, too many emotions after such an awful day, but he couldn’t stop himself.

Wille stepped forward and angrily ripped back the sheets of the bed, sending pillows flying. He pushed over the desk chair. He grabbed a portrait of some old noble off the wall and chucked it. He kicked at the wall, tore at the curtains. He sobbed and yelled and knocked a picture frame off the desk. Tiny shards of glass went skittering across the room. He grabbed the stupid frog prince ceramic from Erik's desk. He raised it above his head, gearing up to smash it on the ground.

When he looked up, he met his own eyes in the mirror. Eyes swollen, face red and streaked with tears, he tried to look away but couldn’t. Everywhere else there were pictures of him, or him and Erik, as children. He and Wille, practically babies, crawling on a fence somewhere outside. Him, climbing on a playground, holding a toy. He and Wille, arms around each other, laughing. 

Wille wanted to punch the mirror. He wanted to feel it shatter under his hands and to send the pictures falling to the ground. He wanted to scream. He wanted his fucking brother back. He wanted to ask Erik about the initiation, about the video, about the truth.  

He couldn’t have those things though, and would never get them. 

He put the frog prince back on the desk.

Slowly, he picked his way across the floor. 

Some hours later in the early-early morning, a housekeeper found him there, surrounded by broken glass, curled up in Erik’s bed, asleep on top of the messy sheets. 

[hyouta]

I have completed KH3 + ReMind

(Just to be clear, I have watched the Limit Cut episode but I haven't fought any data boss or Yozora - not sure when I plan to because I haven't tackled many secret bosses in the series yet...)

So, everyone was just mean about this game then. I don't remember how well it was received by fans at launch but I wonder if it's just the trend of hating on a game a few weeks after most people have played. (I don't care I will defend TOTK until I'm dead lmao). Though also, people have just gotten a lot meaner about things these days...

I'm not sure how I would rank the series overall because I didn't really dislike anything in the end (*cough* ReCom *cough* -- even that I enjoyed by the end)... maybe it's also recency bias again but...

358/2 days

Dream Drop Distance

Kingdom Hearts 3

I said what I said. (Actually, can it even be recency bias if I played the series basically back to back for the past few months?).

My opinion is subject to change... but right now, even though I do see the flaws, these are my favs. I don't think it's a perfect story and there's definitely things I would prefer to be different but it honestly earns number 3 for sea salt fam being united by the end of it lol... I'm a simple person.

NOTES (Again, I made quite a few but I'll pick a small handful -- I wanna say more but my original notes are like 9 pages long):

Got super teary eyed and emotional watching the Don't Think Twice orchestral opening movie... this was an incredible experience.

The graphical upgrade is cool but sometimes the lighting really makes the gameplay models look weird. Especially in the mysterious tower.

"Darkness from being alone is even stronger" ow.

I would not recommend playing the dlc DIRECTLY after the main campaign, it was weird having the cutscenes repeated at me even with the slight changes.

Admittedly even with the dlc I'm still not sure I fully understand how Xion came to be again; not the replica part, but the heart part. She was created from memories to begin with but then returned to Sora's heart... but unlike Ventus and Roxas, was never shown leaving? Like, the memories did, but I had to read the wiki (which I still take with a grain of salt) to understand how she got her heart back from Sora.

Despite my love for the reunions I think the keyblade graveyard had a lot of weak parts, in terms of storyboarding/direction. It just bothered me how much standing around and not reacting there was. It was high tension but then that'd get yanked away by characters just standing still or walking slowly.

(It was funnier than it needed to be imagining each boss wait for others to have their death cutscene before fighting me again).

The Terranort scene bothered me the most, and it's a shame because of how often you have to watch that scene. Though I did see a post on my fyp literally today about how characters like Kairi would have been frozen from trauma and YOU KNOW I forgive that scene a bit, but wish it actually showed that more.

Speaking of showing more. I think way back when before I played it myself I complained saying Re Mind should have been a part of the main game (and I don't mean an episode, post-game). Now that I've actually played it, I only half agree. I think there was still huge plot points that should've been main game, but I understand how the saving Kairi sequence wouldn't fit, in the way it is written.

Leave the disney worlds alone. They're actually so good in this game, I love the size of them! I wish there was more to explore but they've really stepped it up. This should be the standard of how big worlds should be at the MINIMUM.

My biggest complaint about KH3 is actually what they did to 100 acre wood, how we got the same minigame 3 times... besides torn pages there surely could have been a better way to give us more.

Fuck the cherry flan in particular (the others are fine/fun).

KH3 is so funny actually, one of the funniest in the series.

Lucky emblems and classic kingdom were really fun collectables, I managed to find everything before I did the endgame. More like that, please.

--Actually, I have too many notes for real and though I don't think they're that big I can't pick what to add without making this too long so I'll skip.

Keeping in mind that I really loved KH3 and it's my number 3, I think it's biggest problem is having too many characters to juggle and too many arcs to wrap up. I honestly think this game would have benefitted more from being longer, and/or having a bunch of mini episodic games to occur before it (like 0.2 length).

I loved loved loved getting to play as other characters here and there, especially in the DLC (Kairi's play style is so fun? hello? - but also Saïx almost ended me as Roxas). I wish there were more instances of this, and hope we have more in the future.

This was probably one of the easiest games (I died ONCE and that was against a heartless ship I was too slow to escape from) but I think that's more to do with how much freedom you have in terms of battle options. I don't know why people complained about the attractions because I swear besides 2 instances they were optional (and shut up, they were so fun and whimsical, I only didn't use them in the keyblade graveyard/scala ad caelum).

I don't necessarily agree with some of the takes I've seen regarding characterisation, usefullness etc but again, don't want this to be too long. I will say probably the bit I was most ? about was Xemnas' death and what he had to say, but maybe that's just me.

I actually finished on Friday, found out it was the 6th anniversary Saturday and wanted to post for then, but honestly I needed time to think on my feelings. I need to find a way to get them out but I'm not sure how in a way that is not too text heavy and boring.

tl;dr KH3 really good cause now I have these:

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Big!Sub!Steve and bladder desperation+sounding? Bucky has him drink a lot and then denys him, and denys him and denys him. Puts a sound in him, and continues to deny him until his muscles fail and the only thing keeping him from making a mess is the sound?

-🐍 anon

I was going to say that as much as I love the idea of this prompt, I'm not taking prompts right now because I'm battling school right now. Which, I totally get, is weird to hear because I reblog my own content of past requests/prompts, making it look like I still currently take them, so my apologies for any confusion. BUT, then I thought about it for 0.5 seconds too long and--

Listen.

I said I love this prompt, and I was not lying. I just 🤌🏻appreciate🤌🏻 it, okay? So, have some thoughts™️:

BEWARE, THERE IS PISS PLAY AND URETHRAL SOUNDING BELOW THE READ MORE LINE! HOLDING, AND WETTING (in the shower) AT THE END!

Bucky has Steve drink glass after glass of cold water. He doesn't tell Steve that the reason he's drinking cold glasses of water is because Steve is Bucky's tall, cool glass of water on a hot day... but that's why. It's implied, and if Steve weren't too busy with other things, he'd be able to make the connection. To Bucky, he's refreshing, a for sore eyes, with legs for days. Y’know. You get it.

Watching Steve tip his head back and drink, pale throat contracting with his Adam's apple bobbing, is almost as good as the anticipation curled tight in his gut. Waiting for all the liquid to get to Steve.

Bucky likes these kinds of games because it's very easy on his part. For most of it, he just has to sit back and direct. Drink this. Now drink more. Can you go to the bathroom? No. Now have some more, like I said. And Steve, while Bucky sits and watches, just gets more and more desperate. Normally, Bucky has to break a real sweat to get Steve to squirm and get teary-eyed and beg. This is low effort. He gets a nice view of Steve's pretty, exposed neck at the same time that he watches his get more and more needy without Bucky having to do anything? It's perfect.

Glass after glass goes down Steve's elegant, pale throat.

More and more time passes as all that liquid settles in his body, going from lips to stomach to bladder. It affects his whole body, though not just his mouth, not just his stomach or his bladder. All his muscles tense, getting tighter, fighting back shivers, his skin breaks out in goosebumps here and there when the urge gets particularly strong, his thighs come together, and eventually, his face crumples. Unable to hide it.

Unable to keep himself together.

And once Steve looks like he really can't stand it, like he's about to let go because he absolutely can't hold on any longer without any help--not a hand squeezing his dick, a sound stuffed down his little slit, or anything.

Then, when he's on the cusp of breaking, Bucky pretends it's going to be time to let him go...

He gives Steve slow elevator eyes. Up. and. down. He sighs. He beckons Steve toward him with a curled finger, then points to the floor. Steve kneels. And Bucky smirks at how Steve squirms even when Bucky tells him to sit as still as he possibly can. When Bucky amends that he can't touch himself either, poor Steve whimpers like a puppy but then locks his hands between his calves and thighs--literally sitting on his hands like the impulsive little boy he is. He just can't help himself. Bucky talks down to him, a few mean words that're coated in sugar. Adding to the illusion that Steve is nothing but a puppy, a very silly, stupid puppy that is happy so long as you speak in an excited, high tone.

Steve whines and squirms more urgently, especially when Bucky tips his face up with two fingers under his chin. Directing him.

Steve is obscene. In sight and sound. All the pleading, begging noises he's making are so damn close to the sounds he makes when he's so entirely lost in pleasure that he doesn't care about anything but Bucky and whatever Bucky wants to do with him.

Bucky. Anything. Bucky. Anything.

It's so sweet.

It's so deliciously pathetic.

But, instead of letting Steve go like he set up to make it seem, Bucky tells Steve that he's going to go to the bathroom. Not to pee. But, to get something...

Bucky forces Steve to fetch his own towel from the bathroom.

And, God, this embarrasses Steve not only because he has to do his I-really-have-to-piss-but-I'm-not-allowed waddle all the way to the bathroom but also because getting a towel forces him to think about the fact that he has the real possibility of making a mess. There is a real possibility of being a bad boy who can't control himself and who can't listen to simple orders. No matter how badly he wants to. He just can't.

Hold it, that's all. That's the only thing he has to do. But it's so hard.

Steve brings the towel back to the living room to a grinning Bucky. It makes Steve's full stomach turn into knots in the best and worst way.

Bucky simply twirls his finger in a circle and directs Steve back to the bedroom saying, ah-ah-ah, as if he was supposed to know better.

Steve squirms for more reasons than needing to go to the bathroom. Embrassement and shame and... something he can't identify. He knows he's turned on. It's not that. It's somehow even darker. Like. Fuck. He's so turned on.

This time, Bucky follows Steve, teasing Steve a little about his desperate waddle. Wobbling on his feet unsteadily. So cute. He has to go so bad, doesn't he? Poor thing. Bucky pinches Steve's ass filthily, too, laughing at how Steve squeaks as if he's afraid he won't be able to hold it even just with that little added stimulation.

Once they make it to the bedroom, an easy stroll for Bucky but not for Steve (not at all), Bucky has Steve lay down on the bed on his back, the towel spread out underneath him just in case... then, Bucky takes his own bathroom break. Both to go piss (sighing loudly before he does and leaving the door open to give Steve something to be jealous of) and also to carefully collect the recently cleaned sounding set (they clean it after every use but also before, bladder infections aren't to be fucked with).

When he returns, Steve is still flat on the bed, but he's sweating. Visibly. He's still moving, too. Little tiny movements that he's probably not even aware he's doing.

As Bucky starts to touch him, Steve asks him to stop several times. He can't take it. He begs with tears in his eyes. No, no, no! Stop! Wait! Hh-ah! Ah! Ah! 'M, m gonna-! Buckyyy, mmngh! I'm gonna pee! Stop! Stop! I can't hold ittt! Please! Oh, God! Please!

Bucky stops because he asks so sweetly every time. But he does keep moving forward, too. He'a determined. He can go slow, though. He lets Steve get used to his hands on him when he's so sensitive... first, the less sensitive parts of his body, arranging his arms and legs where he wants him, as if Steve's a little doll. Every movement, every bodily function under Bucky's control. He is Bucky's. It makes Steve pant, eyes lidded heavily, thinking in a mantra--his, I'm his. Then, his belly and his dick and his inner thighs. The places that he's particularly sensitive. Thin skin. Lots of nerves.

It's slow.

But it's so worth it because by the time Bucky is sliding the first, thinnest sound into Steve, fucking it gently into his cock... Steve is beyond words. He is in a trace. Hazy, dark eyes with heavy, heavy lids. So sweaty that his skin is glistening. He's practically glowing with his blush so intense that Bucky might burn his hand if he put it to his cheek. His words are all sluggish and slurred--drunk with it. Steve is also entirely powerless to stop all the little (and big) sounds he makes from coming out. Whines. Gasps. Moans. Swears. Groans. Pleads. He's too weak to do much, but his head thrashes from side to side. There are tears leaking from the corners of his eyes, rushing toward his side burns as he twists and moves his head. Sobbing heavily but also so weakly. He's so weak like this. Soft and melted. His muscles have all failed.

It's so fucking attractive it's beyond words.

He's flying.

He only gets higher and higher, prettier and prettier, as Bucky progresses through the first sound to the second. The second is larger, just thicker. The third, which he gets to next, teasing the tip in after stretching Steve's cock, is designed for this. It's wider at the tip. It's heavier. It's designed to hold everything in. It's designed to sting a little--to stretch greedy sub's holes.

Steve feels the third sound start to slide in and sobs. He cries like he's gonna die while moaning like he loves it the whole time. And he does.

He fucking loves this.

Bucky sinks the third sound all the way inside him for the first time, and Steve's eyelashes flutter. His eyes have rolled back into his head. And Bucky can tell by the way his stomach unclenches that he's just fully, fully let go. He's not holding himself back. The moment Bucky pulls the sound out of him, he's going to gush everywhere. No holding back whatsoever. Steve has given himself entirely over.

And nothing could be more erotic. Steve is all his. All Bucky's. Bucky is in control.

With his control, Bucky goes back to his belly. And now that Steve is trapped with the sound deep in his hard, hard cock... Bucky presses down on his precious stomach. Steve squeaks. His eyes leak even more, crying harder, not stopping. He can't stop.

Under hand, Steve's stomach is bloated. His abs are struggling to hold back all the water he's downed, so rather than being perfectly defined, Steve's belly is a taut swell. It's not huge or anything, but Bucky can feel it under his palm. He can feel how full and tight his Steve is. He can feel how full he made Steve. His doing. Because Steve trusts him that much that he lets Bucky use his body. He lets Bucky have his body.

It makes Bucky's head spin.

He presses down a little harder, feeling the difference between how tight his stomach is versus his bladder.

God.

It's Bucky's turn to shiver.

He's tight.

Bucky's mouth can't help but run, "you're being so good for me, baby," he says worshipfully. Then, when Steve makes a helpless, adorably vulnerable sound, he adds, "wanna know how I know how good you're being?"

Steve discombobulatedly nods his head. His face has gone from being all scrunched up, trying extremely hard not to piss himself--holding off desperately--to being fully lax. He looks so cute all scrunched up. And he looks perfectly dumb when his face is all lax--obviously, he has no thoughts going through that big, pretty head of his. "I know," he emphasizes, "cause I got all the evidence right here!" Bucky presses down the hardest yet on his belly.

Steve gasps, eyes shooting wide open and spilling over with fresh tears. His whole body twists and turns viciously. He's in no danger, not with the wide sound stuffed down in his throbbing dick, of pissing himself, but it certainly feels like he does. It probably feels like he's gonna burst. All that pressure.

Suddenly, Bucky lets up.

And Steve moans in relief like he's being sucked off.

Bucky shudders. He can't help it. Seeing and hearing and feeling Steve like this gets him going, God, help him, it really really does. Bucky wants to keep him here for as long as possible, but...

Eventually, he does have to let Steve go.

So, he helps Steve to the shower (Steve's too out of it to aim or to hold still enough to make it in the bowl even if Bucky were to grab his dick and hold it for him) and holds Steve to him. His chest to Steve's back. And he whispers in his ear, "go," as he slides the sound out of his dick as fast as he can.

Fuck, does Steve go.

Instantly, it's loud, it's long, it's explosive.

Bucky can't honestly believe he managed to hold all that back. His jaw loosens and drops as the longer it goes on and on and on.

Goddamn.

Despite the way their bodies are positioned, Bucky watches it all. He sees it all. The fucking show. As Steve pisses hard--harder than he's ever before in his life--Bucky watches Steve's precious face melt with orgasmic-level relief in the mirror above their sink.

God, he's so obsessed. He's so hungry. Bucky wants to kiss that fucking look off Steve's face. He's wants to and he fucking does. Bucky turns Steve's face toward him and kisses him viciously. Biting his mouth. Tasting the pleasure of relief that's wracking his boy so thoroughly. His good, so good, and obedient boy.

I hope that was worth the wait!